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EVEN WHEN THE LEARNING'S DONE AND NOTHING'S NEW !

‹ . housewardens ›

· scenario drabbles

⇝moments that happened in your married life.

[ n: a little something to get myself out of a writers block. not proofread and not very confident of my writing bcs ahaha i havent written in a hot minute + no motivation. this took me almost a week to finish but i still hope u guys enjoy ! ilyyyy ]

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- - - → tw. children (does that count as a tw?????? idk man kids jumpscare in kalim's part)

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riddle rosehearts ‹ heartslabyul ›

it wasn't rare for riddle to be working so late. he was a busy man and lived up to his parents' legacy of being the best of the best. you were aware of this when you said yes to his proposal to spend a life with him forever but as his spouse, it pains you to see him overwork himself sometimes. it wasn't the first time you woke from your quiet slumber at 2 in the morning to an empty space beside you. your feet padded across the cold marble floor through the hallway adorned with photographs gilded in gold of you and him that have been taken over the years. a soft knock at the mahogany doors to his study and a quiet response from the other side permitting you to come in. the tea on the tray you carried made riddle sigh with relief, the tension in his body seemingly fading away. he had a soft smile on his face as he brought the teacup to his lips.

“come to bed, riddle. it's so late.” you urge him gently as you made yourself comfortable on one of the chair on the other side of his desk.

he gave you weary look, “i'm not sure i can yet, my love. there's still so much work to do.”

you let out a soft sigh, “i figured as much.” you whispered, standing up and walking around the desk to give him a soft kiss on the lips, “i'll be heading back to sleep then.” you inform him and quietly made your way back to the room.

it wasn't rare for riddle to be working so late. he was a busy man who lived up to his parents' legacy of being the best of the best. it was rare, however, for him to softly close the bedroom door behind him leaving his study and his paperwork unfinished to slip under the covers and wrap his arms around your form.

“what made you change your mind?” you asked, a loving hand on his cheek.

“you did,” he said with a sheepish smile on his face, “you always do.”

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leona kingscholar ‹ savanaclaw ›

when you choose to accept a prince's request for your hand hand marriage, you're not only accepting him as a person, you're also accepting the responsibility that comes with becoming royalty. since the day you and leona exchanged your vows, for better or for worse and till death do you part, the title of royal has been embedded onto your name and cemented into sunset savannah's history for all eternity. what you do and say will be seen, heard and talked about by the public. it's your duty to be present, not just for your husband the royal family, but for yourself as well.

so you do your part. you attend the balls, you speak out on important issues that need attention. you smile, you wave, conversing with other country's political leaders and powerful people. you learn to adapt and navigate through the life of a royalty one step at a time. you were doing your best but sometimes it felt like it wasn't enough. and that's when he comes in to yank an ipad out of your hands and snap you out of your trance. he says dwelling on ridiculous articles and getting yourself all affected negatively by it doesn't do anyone any good. that's when he wipes the frustrated hot tears from your cheeks as he sits beside you on the bed, a softer tone now etched in his tone when he spoke, “i know it isn't easy.”

you sniffle in response, your voice shaky as you spoke in uneven breaths, “i'm trying so hard,” a sob, “why does it always feel like i'm always running short? why am i sometimes being treated like i don't know what's happening?”

leona's tail flicks, “did the articles tell you that? or was it the servants whispering in the halls? the people in the ballrooms?” he places a hand on your chin and gently makes you look at him, “listen, i don't know what you overheard or read—but the fact that you undermine your own achievements for the validation of other people is annoying the shit out of me.”

his eyes bore into you as his hands squeezed yours, “you're not royalty from birth, but the amount of things you were willing to change—willing to do just so you can be with me still constantly leaves me in awe. the politics, the royal etiquette and other pointless bullshit takes years to master. you're almost halfway through the progress bar despite being so new to it all.” leona places his forehead against yours, “even if the whole world is against you, i'll be by your side. i've never been more proud to have you as my partner. fuck everyone else.”

when you choose to accept a prince's request for your hand hand marriage, you're not only accepting him as a person, you're also accepting the responsibility that comes with becoming royalty. since the day you and leona exchanged your vows, for better or for worse. you've done all of this just for him. you would keep doing it just for him because know he'd kidnap every star in he sky if you asked him to. you can cry, you can scream, you can be angry—but he's always there and always will be and till death do you part.

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in the entire time. and with a raspy voice and a genuine smile, you whisper back.

“fuck everyone else.”

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azul ashengrotto ‹ octavinelle ›

homesickness is something you've dealt with the first time you were practically punted over to this twisted world you now reside in. but over time, you realize that this world was always more comfortable for you. it became home whenever you were in the arms of your lover. you found comfort in azul's arms so gentle and tender around you—as if you were the rarest and most fragile seashell he picked up from the depths of his home in the sea. eventually, you stopped thinking of the life you've left behind. you were happy here and that's what mattered.

likewise, he found his home in your arms around his neck in a warm embrace like the first rays of the sun just as the winter season was coming to an end. but unlike you, azul had access to his home. he just never had much opportunity to come back to visit. his life with you on land was what you both collectively decided on. a house near the beach, but nowhere near where his home is at. just enough to breathe in the salt air and the cool embrace of the ocean breeze on his skin. and on more than one occasion, you've seen him let the waves wash over his feet after he'd come back from work. his shoes in his hands as he mindlessly watched the sun set over the horizon.

“a penny for your thoughts?” your hand subconsciously finding its way to his, fingers interlocking together and fitting together perfectly.

“just thinking of the coral sea.”

“i've told you last time we should go to visit again.”

azul let out a sigh and you knew why he didn't like going back to the coral sea—to several memories of his past littered across every corner of the place. he looked at you wearily, the dimming orange beams of the sun coated his face with a lovely hue that made him look almost ethereal and melancholic.

“it's hard going back there sometimes,” he admitted, his head hung, “it took a lot for me to take you back there... to show you everything i've been running away from.”

“and i love every part of it. every part of you, azul.”

you squeeze his hand gently, “it's never always sunshine and calm seas. and i'm always here to embrace you when storms come.”

homesickness is something azul's never really dealt with in the years he's been away from sea. he was happy to be out of there and start anew—but he didn't have a home. no, he was always relying on himself. but over time, he realized that this world was always more comfortable with you. it became home whenever he was your arms, his lover. you were his new home. and no matter where he would end up, he always finds himself running home to you.

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kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

“baba's here!” was exclaimed by an energetic boy popping out from the blanket fort you all built together. giggles bounced around the walls as little pairs of feet padded along the floor. the children both ran to their father, the younger one trying her best not to trip and fall on her way there. kalim, who was still in conversation with jamil as he entered the room, had been cut off by the squeals and giggles of the children running to his embrace.

“ya malayiki! 'abi saeid jidana liruyatik maratan 'ukhraa!” (oh, my angels! dad's so happy to see you again!) your husband exclaimed excitedly, wasting no time kneeling to catch their warm embraces in full, “have you two been good?” he asked, lifting your daughter up in his arms earning an excited giggle from her and taking your son's hand in his free one before standing back up, “naeam ya 'baba!” (yes daddy!), your little girl giggled excitedly, “we built a house!” she squealed, pointing at the blanket fort. it was quite a big fort filled with small fairy lights and plenty of pillows and maybe a few snacks littered here and there from their 'construction break'. you three had spent hours making ‘the biggest house for baba’ for when he would get back and the kids are evidently very proud of the outcome of their hard work.

“(maman/baba etc.) said we could sleep here tonight!” the little boy chimed in, shaking his dad's hand to catch his attention. kalim could only grin widely at this, “well,” he started, “since you both worked so hard building the house, i say we all sleep here tonight!” the gasps from the kids and the happy cheers that followed indicated the joy they felt. he's always been a natural with them and you always adored him with children. it's just that he can get quite busy sometimes, which even he has told you about how saddened he is whenever he's apart from his family. and so whenever he has time, you can be sure every second is devoted to you and the kids. his whole heart is with you, after all. always has been since the moment he laid eyes on you all those years ago.

“alright kids,” he said, placing a kiss on your daughter's cheek and squeezing your son's hand gently, “jamil will take you to get you cleaned and ready for bed, okay?” they both grinned in response, “okay!” the kids said simultaneously.

“kalim.” jamil gave a disapproving look, “how many times must i tell you that this is the nanny's job and not mine.” he said in an annoyed tone while simultaneously taking the little girl in his arms and holding onto the boy's hand. this is when you come in from behind, wrapping your arms around your husband's waist, “aw, but they like you, jamil. don't you, kids?”

“i love uncle jamil!” the younger one giggled, “he's one of the funny grown ups.”

jamil let out a defeated sigh, “come on, children. let's get you both cleaned up.” he said, softly shaking his head and if you looked close enough you could see the soft smile on his lips as they walked away.

as soon as the silly questions of, ‘when will you get married’ and ‘can i pet your parrot, uncle?’ faded off into the distance, kalim wasted no time peppering every inch of your face in kisses and tackling you to the blanket fort as both of you giggled and laughed like middle schoolers rolling over the soft silky fabric under your skin. safe to say no matter how old you get, the love you and your husband share will forever remain the same as when it first blossomed from years ago.

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vil schoenheit ‹ pomefiore ›

vil liked to keep things organized. he liked to keep a schedule he strictly follows like the skincare routine every night or the color patterns of what fashions he'd decide to wear that day. it's the same as when you were both courting. he had a routine to follow whenever you would see each other on a date. flowers, then he'd check if you dressed right, take you out and give you the best night of your life.

and you know how people say ‘change is good’? well, there are also some things that stay the same over the years. and that was good for you, too. like how he'd book the best restaurant in the city or take you out for a romantic cruise on your wedding anniversary. those nights were always perfect. and at the end of those nights is the same as well. paparazzi flashing their cameras at your face asking the most ridiculous questions. people getting in your business. that was the down side of your relationship with vil, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. you knew what you were getting into the day you married him.

but oh sevens. when will they give you a break? it's your wedding anniversary with vil again tonight and he had a whole evening planned out for you. but there was a swarm of paparazzi outside the penthouse you were staying in. your husband had an upcoming movie and that had everyone abuzz and trying to get some statements out of him. there were so many to the point where you both had to go back inside because you could see the camera flashes with your eyes closed. well, you could. vil was used to it. but he wasn't about to force you to run out there with him again. your perfect night hasn't started yet and you already looked exhausted from that temporary encounter. vil silently cursed them for that.

after maybe 30 minutes of waiting for them to leave and with no luck of it ever happening, the blonde stood up from his spot on the couch, “that's it,” he spoke with a tone of finality in his voice, “get changed, darling. we're leaving.”

the confusion was evident in your face and it only made sense when vil came out wearing a hoodie, jeans and mask over his face. he hated wearing such common looking clothes, but sometimes situations call for it. and for you, frankly, he would do almost anything.

vil liked to keep things organized. he liked to keep a schedule he strictly follows like the skincare routine every night or the color patterns of what fashions he'd decide to wear that day. he absolutely hated when his plans wouldn't pull through but sometimes he finds serendipity in even the most dreary situations with you. you could spend your anniversary on a special yacht with the best waiters serving you first class meals and a candlelit dinner or just in a parking lot inside your car with cheap wine that you both agreed tasted awful but kept drinking anyway and at the end of the day, everything still works out. as long as you're by his side, he can learn to be contented even with all the disorganization of ruined plans as long as he's laughing to trashy radio podcasts and temporarily (today's a special exception, he says) ruining his diet for you.

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idia shroud ‹ ignihyde ›

your husband, your favorite person, best friend, the only one you love enough to spend the rest of your life with... can sometimes be a little irritating. you know idia better than most people around you. he wasn't exactly the easiest person to get to know because of his very reserved personality but he is one of the smartest and funniest people you know. and you'd hoped that since he is one of the smartest people you know and you're actually married to him, he'd lend a hand when you're trying to do a little bit of spring cleaning to at least make the house look like it's a habitable place and not just a reserve for an endless supply of red bull and monster energy drinks. though the house wasn't necessarily ‘messy’, but it always seemed pretty empty and lacking a bit of life to it. so you thought of doing a bit of rearranging, putting up new decorations and replacing a couple furnitures which you both had bought and majority picked out by him.

this has been the third time you'd checked in his office and your patience was growing thin. you watched him from the doorway as he typed away some sort of code in his computer which was the only light source in the room. you crossed your arms as you called out his name, “idia shroud.” before flicking the light switch on making him hiss at the sudden brightness. he flinched upon seeing you. uh-oh. you used his full name, this can't be good.

“i've been calling you down to help me assemble the table. i'm not good at building things!”

“and i told you i'd be there in a bit. i'm just finishing things up around here.”

“idia.”

“okay! fine. jeez you don't have to threaten me.” he threw his hands up in the air in defeat as he stood up from his chair, “you're lucky i love you.”

you cocked a brow at this comment, arms still crossed across your chest and he rolled his eyes, “fine. other way around, i know. i'm lucky you love me.” he sighed but this time with a smile on his face as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, “now where is that table you need me to build?”

your husband, your favorite person, best friend, the only one you love enough to spend the rest of your life with... can sometimes be a little irritating. but you know idia better than most people around you. and he sometimes would seem detached and spends most of his time in his own company in front of his computer, he truly cares about you and your happiness. the amount of love he shows through the things he does, even the most menial of tasks like bearing the new, less darker curtain colors that you wanted to put up on the windows or stopping whatever new project he was trying to develop to help you move the new couches around the house. he would never do this for anyone else. and as you both sit under the kitchen counter, a bag of open chips on the floor and soda in your hands looking over at the new house makeover you both spent all day working on, you smiled.

“i'm lucky you love me.” you said, taking a sip of your soda and putting your head on his shoulder. he let out a short, breathy laugh before placing a soft kiss on your temple, “wanna go play mario kart and ruin our newly bought couch with chip crumbs?”

“sure.” you said, slowly standing up. you took a few seconds to stare at each other before you started sprinting to the couch, “last one to get there is in charge of cleaning it up!”

“hey, no fair!”

“nothing's fair in mario kart, babe!”

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malleus draconia ‹ diasomnia ›

and speaking of painting, he'd snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the metal part of he paintbrush clinked on the glass of the jar as the painter dipped the brush into the water. he gave you a glance where you were sat, looking straight at the back of the canvas as if trying to bore a hole onto the painting focusing on keeping your face straight and expressionless as instructed. it was traditional for briar valley's royalty to have their portraits painted whenever there was an addition to the family. and this case, the new addition was you when you both married. and now as he sat beside you, stealing glances he was sure you noticed by the way your lips twitched, he couldnt help but think of how the morning sun's rays seeping into the room that bathed your skin with the soft golden glow of the 10:00 am sun. it made you look absolutely beautiful. well, you always looked beautiful in his eyes. it's why—

someone cleared their throat.

“your highness,” the painter called out to him, “eyes front, if you please.”

he quickly straightened himself, “my apologies.” he hastily responded. he could hear you suck in a breath beside him, probably trying to contain the giggle that was trying to escape your throat.

another 20 minutes of silence passes. just the soft brushing of the paintbrush against the canvas and the occasional clink of the glass could be heard. he couldn't help but steal a glance at you again but to his surprise, you had your eyes on him as well. upon seeing his gaze shift to your figure, you immediately played it cool pretending you weren't looking but the way the smile threatened to break your facade betrayed you. malleus couldn't help the corner of mouth from twitching.

you did your little inhale again to try to compose yourself but uncharacteristically for him, he found that quite humorous abd had to clear his throat to keep him from letting out a laugh.

now that made you break out a smile and clear your own throat to try and stop yourself from bursting into full blown laughter.

you heard the irritation of the painter in the way he placed his paintbrush down. he stood up and gave you and malleus a sharp look before speaking in a very annoyed voice, “i shall go and have a drink delivered to both highnesses as to aid you both in the supposed strains on your throats.”

he made his way to the door, grumbling to himself about how ‘undignified’ or how ‘not taken seriously’ the situation was.

there was a moment of silence before you and malleus burst into a fit of bubbly laughter. his laughs were in his chest escaping in low vibrations while yours were loud and sharp simply to show how hilarious you found the situation to be. with how glorious both your attires were for the portraits looking like the epitome of royalty, the way you were both giggling like teenagers simply threw all the gloriousness out the window.

you once told your husband that one of your most favorite things about him is his smile and the way it so gently breaks out around you. his booming laughter that follows as you eat dinner at the big, lonely castle that was once the place he walked around alone that now feels more alive after he'd married you. even the most boring events in his life that once he would have been forced to accept in all its blandness would be splashed with the most vibrant colors whenever you were in the picture. his life, his love, his pride and joy—you. now that he's seen colors he never would've imagined to be possible to exist in all its dazzling beauty, he can never go back to the dreary shade of gray that hazed over his life. you were his freedom, and he would be ready fight the world to hear your laughter by his side till death do you part.

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linkspooky · 3 months

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How do you feel about higuruma in the last couple chapters + how he died(assuming hes dead he seems pretty dead), normally characters with death wishes like choso for example are denied that wish, but it was granted for higuruma. just in a meta sense how do u think that served the story

The reason why Choso wasn't allowed to die, meanwhile Higuruma dies is less Gege being inconsistent and more they are two different characters with two different arcs. Choso's atonement arc is pretty clear, his arc is probably the most complete arc in the manga. Higuruma doesn't have an arc, he doesn't grow or adapt or change in time even though he has the potential to, and even though he's challenged head on by Sukuna and that's why he dies.

I don't mean to say that Higuruma is a bad character when I say that he doesn't have an arc, but rather his character remains static even though he is a well-rounded character. We can dive deeper into Higuruma's character though, to show what I mean when I say that his arc is static and that's the reason he died.

The Ugliness of the Weak

Everyone jumps to Nanami right away when looking for a character to compare Higuruma too, but while there are superficial similarities the best comparison is actually Geto.

Nanami is probably the prime example of a first grade sorcerer, he and Yuji are probably the only sorcerers who do their jobs for non-selfish reasons. Nanami could have had an escape from sorcery to make more money in a safer job, but he goes back to sorcery because he believes that work is more useful to society and worthwhile.

Admittedly, Higuruma starts in the same place as Nanami, wanting to do his work as a defense attorney even though the odds are stacked against him, instead of being a prosecutor or a judge because he doesn't want to turn his eyes away from others.

However, herein lies the rub, while they share the desire to do a job that's useful for others, especially people who can't really fight for themselves, and they both work hard thankless jobs Nanami never develops a superiority complex about it.

Nanami never thinks of the people he helps as weak and inferior. In fact, he criticizes for only fighting for his ego. He doesn't separate the strong and the weak as different categories, he just does his job out of a sense of duty.

Higuruma is compared to Gojo in terms of his raw talent as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, a modern sorcerer who learned domain expansion, and domain amplification in less than a month and then reverse cursed technique in a few minutes when pressed by Sukuna. He was also considered a genius at lawschool as well who could have easily climbed the ranks further if he didn't stay a defense attorney.

Higuruma does his job out of a perceived duty to keep his eyes open to justice, but he still looks down on those same people he's defending. He sees them as a category separate to himself, they are the weak defendants and he is the savior.

Now, who has a talent similiar to Gojo, started in a place of wanting to help the weak out of a sense of duty, while also harboring a superiority complex against them because he was considered such a genius? Ding, ding, ding you get no points for that one, it's Geto.

"The weakness of the victim. The weakness of the accused. Ugly that's what I thought every time I tried to help anyone." "What I saw was nothing out of the ordinary. A hideous evil, known to everyone."

They're both characters who had impossibly hard jobs who still put their noses down to the grindstone and did their jobs out of a sense of justice, or obligation, or because they upheld themselves to a higher moral standard, only to get sick of it from the sense that none of their actions were making a difference and also the ingratitude of people they were trying to save.

They're also, despite being geniuses incredibly fragile ego-wise. Geto has a hero complex, and when Toji easily defeats him, nearly kills Gojo, and kills Rika in front of him he's shown he's a normal person like the rest of the world and can't deal, even saying spiteful words to Gojo that if he had all of Gojo's strength anything he wanted would be possible. This is coming from Geto who had always treated Gojo like an equal and never envied him up until this point.

Then there's Higuruma who calls the victims of an unfair justice system ugly and weak because they ummm... stare at him.

LIke, wow! They're going to go to jail for a long time for a crime they didn't even do, and they're just a little bit upset about it?

How dare they.

They're looking for someone to blame because they're in a bad situation and they're freaking out?

This perfectly human reaction is called "ugly" because Higuruma sees himself in a superior category to these people. He calls empathy looking at someone's weaknesses, and he felt the people he tried to sympathize with and understand were ugly.

I mean yeah I guess freaking out when they were going to prison for a crime they didn't commit and blaming Higuruma who was overworking himself trying to help them wasn't very cash money of them, but you know what else isn't very chill?

Flipping out and murdering a bunch of people the exact moment you're granted a power like Jujutsu by the culling games. Geto and Higuruma see themselves in a category superior to the weak people who sometimes aren't perfect victims and sometimes aren't grateful for their sacrifices, but when given power how exactly do they use it?

Geto after snapping quickly takes over the same cult that killed Riko Amanai an innocent girl, and uses it for much more nefarious purposes. Higuruma quickly becomes a much worse person than the supposed ugly crimminals he was defending the second, the literal second he's granted power.

Geto and Higuruma are just as capable of being bad victims as the same kind of bad victims they looked down on. They're just as affected by trauma, and just as willing to do bad things when put into bad situations because guess what... they're still human. The strong are equally as human as the weak. They see themselves as better than others, and their altruism isn't 100% altruistic (but to be honest no altruism is completely unselfish) because it comes from a place of perceived charity work. When they are hit with the realization that they are just as human, and therefore just as capable of erroring they can't cope.

Which is where we finally get to my point, if Choso is not allowed to die for atonement then why does the story kill off Higuruma and grant him his death wish?

Here's where I tie him to Geto again. (A lot of characters parallel with Geto really including Yuji several times but that's a different post, like Higuruma doesn't have nearly the same bodycount as Geto and he doesn't have any genocidal ambition but that's why he's a character foil and not the exact same character.)

Arguably, Geto also had a death wish that was granted by Gojo himself at the tragic end of Jujutsu Kaisen Zero. While he never directly says so like Choso and Higuruma do there are plenty of lines that indicate it.

He says that he can't be happy from the bottom of his heart in this world, that's the same as basically saying he can't continue living in the world. Years earlier in Hidden Inventory in a panel that parallels this scene he also says that he'd willingly let Gojo kill him and there'd be meaning in that death. At the end of Zero, Geto is crawling away from Yuta ready to continue the fight again and when Gojo suddenly appears he basically makes no attempts to resist.

You could even say that Geto was throwing his life away in pursuit of an impossible dream to begin with. In the light novel adaptation of this scene, the narrator even speculates that the world was simply too cruel a place for Geto to live in.

'...no matter what, I hate non-sorcerers. But it's not like I hate everyone at Jujutsu Tech. It's just...' It's just that it was what Geto had to do. In some ways, Geto and Yuuta were the same. Geto was too sincere. To someone like him, the reality that the world of sorcerers presented to him was just too cruel. '...that in a world like this, I couldn't be truly happy from the bottom of my heart.'

So arguably Geto had a death wish too, and that wish was granted by Gojo in the end, while Choso's was denied.

To live for the purpose of being yourself. And for that goal, Geto could only continue to pursue his twisted dream, drowning himself in the curse that lies in the gap between ideal and reality. This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in pursuit of his goals. The only person who could bear such a curse was Gojo Satoru.

The prose even further compares Geto to Yuta in how they're too sincere, and how Geto can't change himself in the face of a cruel world. Geto dies not because of his death wish though that's part of it, but because of his inability to adapt and grow.

Then we reach Higuruma, who is literally a DEFENSE ATTORNEY, who is supposed to sympathize with accused murderers, and even actual murderers that he has to defend at court. Yet, this DEFENSE ATTORNEY, can't see a single reason to live and atone and redeem himself for the murders he's committed.

Higuruma's a defense attorney, but his cursed technique is a prosecutor and a judge that hands out death sentences. Despite his stated goal of being a defense attorney and wanting to sympathize with human weakness, in the end he cannot forgive crimminals and he also cannot forgive himself.

If anything, the difference between Choso and Higuruma is that Choso still has things to live for. He has a death wish and a wish to atone, but what keeps him going is his desire to protect Yuji. Higuruma the DEFENSE ATTORNEY has given up his role as a protector and is only dealing out punishments.

A character who is still capable of growing and changing in a narrative usually lives, unless they're a mentor to be sacrificed like Nanami. A character who does not grow either doesn't get screentime or they die. Higuruma couldn't see forgiveness or atonement for crimminals, he could only see punishment and because of that when he became a crimminal too he accepted his punishment and died.

#higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #jjk meta #metasks #geto suguru #itadori yuji

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azar-rosethorn · 1 year

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Introducing........

A fanmade TMNT Iteration created by yours truly!! Inspired by Rise and TMNT 2012.

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Origins:

The Hamato Clan had broken into the Foot Clan headquarters in order to steal the Dark Armor before Oroku Saki could inherit it. But, Hamato Yoshi underestimated the armor's power, and got mortally wounded while trying to obtain it. He would've died if it wasn't for the mysterious purple vines that wrapped him up before he blacked out. Three days later, Yoshi woke up in a sewer, all healed up (though, with some strange new physical features), and accompanied by some strange looking turtle eggs, as well as a note taped to the basket they came in. Over the next 3 years, the eggs hatched one by one (well, except Leo and Donnie, those two hatched around the same time), and over the next 16 years, Splinter raised the turtles, and he hopes that one day, he'll finally get to thank the person that saved his life and gave him his children. Meanwhile, the turtles' gain powers from both their mutation and their Hamato ancestry, and end up digging up secrets of the past that should've stayed buried.

Meet the Cast!

Leona is not what you'd think of when the image of a leader comes to your mind. She's slow to adapt to new surroundings, a bit arrogant, looks to the past way too often and, to quote her older brother, "Her anxiety has anxiety!" But, despite all her flaws, Leo has been able to lead her team through unfathomable challenges, way more naturally than her precedent, Raph. She works hard to live up to her family's expectations (which, despite what Leo's anxiety tells her, aren't actually that high. Basically just "don't die.") Leo also loves anime and is in many fandoms; she has actually made her own cosplays and has gone to the surface for conventions on the surface. She is 15, a hawksbill sea turtle and her mystic power is hydrokinesis (water).

Donatello honestly could not care less. They spend most of their time in their lab, creating who knows what. But whenever Splinter or one of his siblings go scrounging around in the sewer, he'll definitely come with. They really don't like interacting with people outside of their family, especially humans, after a traumatic event when they were eight. Needless to say, Donnie made plans to create his battleshell the second that he was all healed up. But, despite that, Donnie is surprisingly close with April. Those two are basically inseparable. Actually, they're pretty close with all their family, even though they act like they hate everyone, but that's just typical sibling stuff. Donnie's 15, an indian flapshell turtle, and their mystic power is aerokinesis (wind).

Raphael would rather die than admit that he's scared. As the oldest, he's always been a role models for his younger siblings, even though, he wasn't very good at leading, well, anything. But, as the strong big brother, he always felt the need to bottle up all his feelings for the good of the team. It took Raph a long time to learn that Leo could handle the weight of leadership, much better than Raph did actually. He is extremely overprotective of his siblings and sometimes that equals holes in the walls. He does have anger issues which he takes out on the objects surrounding him. It's one of the reasons why nothing in his room is completely intact. Recently, though, he's targeting his anger towards enemies instead of household objects, so it's progress. Raph also learns to chill out a bit when he meets (and falls for) a certain runaway foster child who has just as much of an anger problem as he does. He's 15, a common snapping turtle, and his mystic power is geokinesis (earth).

Michelangelo just wants to party with his fam. He's an eccentric little dude that always knows how to turn up the party. She's the heart of the team, always knowing how to resolve issues within the team and how to find the positives in stuff. When she was mutated, she was actually given a little more power than her siblings, making her the most powerful with her mystic abilities. But, that means that controlling their power is a lot more difficult, and being kinda sensitive and emotional has resulted in more than one room of the lair getting burned down. They've tried their best to keep it under control but if their emotions end up getting the best of them, uh...good luck, bud. You'll need it. He's also taken a great interest in art and sometimes goes to the surface to graffiti the city, often joined by either April or Casey. He's 14, an eastern box turtle, and his mystic power is pyrokinesis (fire).

Hamato 'Splinter' Yoshi needs sleep. A lot of it. He grew rebellious of the Hamato Clan due to his father's treatment of him and left for Los Angeles to become the action movie star Lou Jitsu. But, when his father called and said there was a Foot Clan situation up in NYC, Yoshi just had to help. And the rest is history. He was aware that while he was in Hollywood his family captured Oroku Saki, the one to inherit the Dark Armour and become The Shredder, but he never knew what Oroku Saki looked like. This had consequences later on. After an incident on the surface that involved a break-in, a human with a weapon, and a dent in Donnie's shell, Splinter finally went back to the ways of ninjutsu to keep his children safe from the surface. When the turtles met April and Casey, Splinter practically jumped for joy at the thought of talking to actual people again. he also trains them as well as the turtles. Splinter hopes to reconnect with the Hamato Clan after him and his children started fighting the Foot, but little does he know the lies that he's been fed as a child...

Baron Draxum is, well.... we don't exactly know what he is. After he and his mother were taken and experimented on by a human military group called the Terrestrial Cryptic Research Inventory (TCRI) when he was six, not even he does, really. All we know is that he's a powerful guy who HATES humans after his encounters with TCRI. Though, a long time ago, he did save the life of one man and entrusted said man with 4 turtles that he mutated with the powers given to him by TCRI's experimentation. And meeting them again 16 years later was definitely a shock. But, he's tried to be as best of a father as he can to the turtles, and has tried to teach each of them about their own powers as best as he can. He owns a store in the Hidden City that sells all sorts of mystic goos, potions, and enchanted objects.

April O'Neil CANNOT catch a break. Let's just say that, being raised in the foster care system, she knows how to defend herself. April and her cousin Casey Jones ran away from their foster parents when she aged out of the system and they wanted to separate April and Casey. But, when Casey got in trouble with the cops, April got separated from them, now she's trying to find where they are, as well as finding her father, who she discovered is a scientist in NYC. She's very introverted and has a lot of trust issues, which is why it takes her a long time to actually open up to the Turtles once she becomes friends with them. She's also a huge bookworm and a great writer, and wants to have a career in journalism. She's currently living with Splinter and the Turtles until she can find Casey and her father and start a new life for both of them.

Casey Jones is a menace to society. Can't go one month without getting in trouble, and that's only when they get caught. They're not immediately introduced at the beginning of the story, due to the Foot Clan framing them for a crime they didn't commit. Instead, they're going to show up 6 months after April meets the turtles. Casey is instantly a part of the family due to April's stories about them, plus watching them in action during a street fight with some petty criminals (which Raph was absolutely smitten by). They're definitely a wild child who is on a mission to play hockey and overthrow society. They will also fight you for that one specific brand of eyeliner.

And that's it! I can't wait to show you guys more about this AU! I'll probably do another post that's all about the villains in the future. But in the meantime, u can read this post if u would like to see some silly villain banter

#tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #tmnt most wanted au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #april o'neil #casey jones #baron draxum #tmnt splinter #hamato yoshi #lou jitsu #hamato clan #most wanted intro post #tmnt fan iteration

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sheprzia · 8 months

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Pov:

u live with ur parents after being a vet for a bit.

u know ur not a good person and have intentionally harmed / manipulated people

u just generally want to do whatever you want but U HAVE A CODE DW!! U are serious that u want to do bad things to people who have done bad to u.

u are desperate and h0rny, about to settle for whatever

u go on a dating site or app or something and see this person and ask for them to meet up

u rush things bc you don't know how to control your own emotions

u never bothered to learn properly and you don't think or care what is appropriate

u grab for her hand and keep going on about things she is uncomfortable with, things that are making her upset, things that are bothering her

u stick around, thinking you're a romantic- even trying to sneak an 'je tiem' assuming that she didn't know what that meant but she called you out for it

U watched as she made it clear she wasn't interested.

U began to accept it

U watched as...

Pov:

Ur in a tough spot but what else is new

U had met another guy; another guy decided he didn't want to put in the work

U were back with ur mom

Ur mom had mistreated u all ur life in extreme ways

Ur mom had even sent you back to live with ur father (who tried to s/a u a number of times) so many times

U have many mental and emotional problems and u talk about them as open and honestly as u can

U meet a guy on an app

He follows u around like a puppy dog but u do not trust his intentions

U don't bother to even consider him until ur mom dumped u on the street after loosing her place

He helps get the two of u into shelter given u can't mediate for urself and he seems to understand that

He grows on u while u stay alone together

u move into his house and he says he wants to be with u forever, he's in love with u, he is willing to do anything -

Pov:

Ur living in a motel/hotel of some sort now, a rundown place no one would want to stay with

U worked hard to get your issues under control after ur breakdowns had gotten continuously wors due to ur bf refusing to adapt to the fact that u are neuro divergent and have needs that are based in truama u suffered

U give every day your all. Not to say u weren't trying before- it was to say that u took the time to change ur thought processes so u could accept and cope with ur homelessnes and yrs of abuse

U watch every day as he refuses to adjust or change and admits that he had been holding back all the months u had been 2geathet thus far and that was why he hadn't saved to move u 2 out or got anything done

U expect more of him now bc he has broken ur heart and trust in so many ways

U keep trying and keep going...

Pov:

Ur going to live to regret the broken promises

Ur going to struggle harder for your stubbornness

Ur going to feel it all

She isnt bc she did more than her part

She isn't bc she did her very best with the best of herself that she could offer

Her regrets will be few

Her regrets will be nothing

Ur going to tell yourself you did everything you could again and again when u didn't

Ur going to say u held her hand when u actually graved her wrists

Ur going to lie again

Aren't u?

We don't know the choices ur going to make actually.... But we know the choices urve made.

U choose to rage and u chose to fight

U chose to cheat and u chose to lie

U chose to hit, to scream many nights

U hold on to people u don't deserve

U'd hit ur own mother if u felt threatened enough

U plan to hit ur kid- as if she would ever carry one for u

U think men should have a hand in if woman experience reproductive freedom- as if any one should be held to carry a fetus that will be unwanted

Uve said and done every unsavory thing in the book and u got people killed with ur negligence

U want praise when urve been selfish and pitiful, and sometimes even evil.

Pov:

Ur tired of trying but you have nowhere to go

U don't want to let go bc you believe somehow he is going to turn it around

U start getting things off his mind

U don't want him to go, u want him to change but u don't know what will be the thing that makes him bc u see how fragile he is

U told him just about everything u think and feel and u think he is going to be blind to it all

So again u wait.

If I actually typed out everything that's happened in my life and how it effected me + my thought patterns and shit it would be thousands of pages

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer x y/n #spencer x you #post prison spencer #jealousy #possessive #criminal minds #smut #spencer reid x you #spencer x reader #jealous smut

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dreaming-twist · 3 years

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2. WEB

Some random oneshot for TwstOBer ~ Enjoy please xD

“Sebek, you need to find some other hobby. Do you want to try playing with my PC?”

“Human inventions that have nothing to do with magic? Hmpf! Sounds disappointing.”

“Well, well, at least give it a try, okay? It maybe surprises you.”

“... If you say so, Lilia-sama...”

That was how it all began. A simple proposal from Lilia had been his first and until now last contact with that world. And he still didn't know how he had gotten to the point where he was right now.

That day, in Lilia's PC, he found a program on the web that caught his attention. "Pass on your thoughts or knowledge!" It said. Sebek arched an eyebrow, and ended up creating an account outnof curiosuty with the first nickname that came to mind (Best Bolt) until he came across a recording function. Then he realized what this must be.

“I understand. It should be something like a journal, but instead of writing it by hand, you speak directly to it. Interesting invention, not bad for humans...”

And then, after clearing his throat and hitting the 'Record' button, he began to speak.

“... Hello? ... I don't know how this works, but I will try to adapt. This is my first time using one of these... inventions. It's interesting, but... Hm? Wait, why is there a light that is blinking on the side? Okay... I'll try to fix it. I don't know how the recording is turned off...”

Sebek began to investigate what happened to the computer, and in that time he wasn't seeing suddenly the counter of 0 that appeared on the side of the recording screen went up to 1, then to 2, and thus it began to rise. increasingly.

Once he finally fixed it, he returned to his starting position.

“Done. It was not a problem for me. What could I talk about today... Huh?”

As he was thinking, he suddenly saw an alert glow red on the screen, next to a speech bubble. Sebek brought the mouse to it and opened it, finding the words: "You can talk about anything you want."

“I understand. It even gives you suggestions... What a useful program... I'll talk a bit about myself in that case.” Despite this, Sebek decided not to speak the names of anyone he named... for his own sake. He didn't want to be embarrassed later if he listened to his own diary... “Right now I don't live with my family, so to speak. It's not that I get on badly with them at all; I went away to study and to fulfill my duties and my work. So now I'm living somewhere else, surrounded by... ahem, people. However, the ones I am closest to are... the family of a person I have known since childhood.”

He leaned back in the chair.

“One of them treats me almost as if I were his son, and sometimes I think he cares too much about me and pampers me too much. He has taught me so many things, and I feel that every day I learn a little more from him. I respect him a lot... although he sometimes takes advantage of me and plays practical jokes on me. I don't know if he wants me to feel comfortable and enjoy all of this despite being away from my family... or he just wants to play with me. He left me all this... equipment to test it and 'have fun'. Hum. I think once again he was right. His advice is always helpful.”

He made a mental note that he should thank Lilia.

“And then there is... the one who is the only person my age who has always been by my side. He is a very decisive... person, and too calm, I'll say. That is what makes him fail so much in many things. However... he is the person I have been with the most since children, and despite his failures and the fact that we argue so many times... he is very important to me. We do not consider ourselves nor have we called ourselves 'friends' before, rather it is that in addition to being one of the same rank as me, he is my rival and someone I like to continually surpass. I think he may feel the same way.”

For some reason he was saying things that surprised even him. He had never spoken so openly about Silver. How was this happening? Was he so comfortable talking to himself...?

“And there is someone else, who is who I am doing all this for and for whom I strive every day. He is the most incredible being I have ever met. Always correct, with the greatest power I have ever seen, diligent, perfect... It is directly my reason for being, I am SURE of it. I want to become stronger for him and be by his side to serve him whenever he needs me. I'm lucky that someone like him recognized my worth. He is my role model... Although...”

He bit his lip.

“... I think I'm not good enough to help him, protect him, and still be worthy. But I will be. Not because I started showing results later than others am I going to give up. That is something I am not going to do. I want to make the world see that I can become the best in my course... No; the best ever. And prove that he was not wrong with me. It doesn't matter where you come from, whose son you are, or if your power came to light sooner or later... WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS YOUR PASSION, AND STRIVE EVERY DAY TO KEEP WALKING!”

After blurting that out with a big smile and clenched fists, he soon realized that he had lost his composure a bit. He returned to his starting position, clearing his throat.

“... Ahem. For now I feel like I'm on the right track to achieve that goal. The first step is to be the best in my course. Or so I think. The people I... hang out with, from the same course as me are... peculiar. There is one who seems to be pursuing the same goal as me. But he still has a lot left. I notice conviction in his words but I don't see any improvement in his studies. However, he is stronger than I expected at first, and he excels at P.E. There's another... thing who wants to become the best too, but... I'm not even going to talk about him. That one is a lost case. There are two more who instead appear to be quite normal, but one only seems to have an interest in one thing, and the other... honestly, I don't know what to think of him, but he's very strong. And besides the four of them there is a... person who does not seem to want to improve on anything at all. Or rather, he doesn't seem to have an interest in it. But he is not an idiot, rather he seems like one, and I have learned from other sources that when he proposes it to him, he is capable of being the best student in his class. Perhaps he is the most suitable to call him a 'rival' among them. Although as long as he continues to seem so bored of everything that comes his way, there should be no problem... He also shouldn't like me too much. Although he keeps talking to me. He is an interesting guy.”

Sebek then took a breath to talk about the last person he was missing, after talking about Deuce, Grim, Epel, Jack and Ace.

“And lastly there is this… ahem, person, that came along all of a sudden. They doesn't have the capacity to be here, but they somehow got in and we're on the same course. When I learned of their existence, I felt that I had tried very hard to get here, while they had a special ability, although not the one that everyone else possesses, was able to enter without problems. It was unfair. I have ever thought that they were making fun of everyone.” He paused. For some reason, even though he had blurted it out, he didn't feel good about himself... Was that the whole truth...? It was then that he recalled certain moments that he spent with them from then on. “... But they are very clumsy. I feel like I have to be there to hold them if they falls. Studying with them is not unpleasant, they are capable to follow my advice and understand things quickly. I do not dislike those who strive to achieve their goals...”

Another notification appeared on the side of the screen. Sebek stopped speaking, a half smile adorning his face, and looked at the message, taking advantage of the stop in his monologue. Would it be another suggestion from the program...?

“How beautiful is love.”

The boy jumped.

“WHAT?! NO!!” He yelled at the screen, totally flushed. “H-How can a program say these things?! This is a joke?!”

The notifications came out again and Sebek managed to read some.

“Program? What are you talking about man?”

“Hey, there is nothing wrong with you liking someone, I support you!!!”

“Is Story Time over? I was really enjoying listening to you, Best Bolt”

“I have become a fan of yours! Will you talk about more things another day?”

“Your words are very inspiring!♡”

“Best Bolt u r the BEST!”

Sebek began to check the screen, and saw that next to a symbol that represented an eye appeared the number "5000".

5000... eyes?

WERE THERE 5000 PEOPLE LISTENING TO HIM AT THAT TIME ?!

“Hey. Did you listen to Best Bolt the other day on this popular app with podcasts that premier live?” Ace asked, as he ate his burger.

Sebek stopped eating when he heard that.

“No, but I have heard people talk about him to class people. He seemed interesting” Said Epel.

“I had listened to podcasts, but few that talked about personal life... And he spoke so calmly and in such a sincere and focused way... I wish I could do something like that” Deuce commented. Epel smiled at him, he felt the same way.

“I don't know who you're talking about” said Jack confused. (Y/n) and Grim were just like him.

“He cut the recording suddenly the other day, something may have happened to his PC... But hey, if he comes back I'll let you know for sure.”

Sebek ate without saying anything, next to them, who were talking so happily about Best Bolt, until...

“Sebek, youuuu... well, I don't even know why I ask, in Diasomnia you all are very old-fashioned, right? You don't use technology much... except Lilia-senpai.” Ace started to say, looking at him.

Sebek tried to avoid him as best he could.

“HUH?! A-Ah... No, n-no, I don't have interest in that kind of human-made things...”

“Heee... Well, I'll let you know when Best Bolt comes back anyway. Maybe it surprises you.”

“Y-Yes, okay, thank you” He replied, looking away... where he met the watchful gaze of (Y/n), quite close to his face.

“Sebek, are you okay?”

That was the last straw. Sebek quickly rose from his chair.

“PERFECTLY! AND NOW IF YOU ALL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO GO SEE HOW THE YOUNG MASTER IS!”

And with that said, the boy ran towards the exit, while everyone else looked at him.

“... Hey now that I think about it, doesn't Best Bolt look a bit like Sebek? That way of speaking, and everything he said...”

“Ha, ha. Good one, Deuce.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #jack howl #twst imagines #oneshot #TwstOBer

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crazyrandomfucker · 3 years

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Ok so, I had this sort of crazy idea rummaging through my head ever since I finally watched all that has currently aired from The Owl House (I still have to catch up with Amphibia) and I ended up turning it into an idea for a fic.

What would Luz's life be like after the day of Unity if that happened? What if the day of Unity merged the human realm with the Boiling Isles? What if Luz was a hero that had put an end to Belos' plans of world domination (cuz we really don't know his real purpose) and was now an ambassador despite being a teenager as the only human who had known both worlds?

Those are the main ideas that merged together in my head to make a fanfic I call "Fly me to the moon". I have written just the first chapter and two lines of the second chapter, but I am really excited about this one fic, since I have ignored all of my second guesses and went wild with ideas, like the possibility of a small crossover with another show I love or having human equivalents for each witch/demon from the boiling isles (who are not the same person nor are they similar except for a vaguely resembling character design).

Anyway, here's the link in case someone is interested, but I'm also going to post it here, like if you're clicking the "See more" option below you'll find the first chapter.

Fly me to the Moon

Chapter 1: New life

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With a ray of sun stealing through her curtains, a young human girl lazily wakes up and sloppily puts down the sleeping demon that loved to sleep curled on top of her. Normal humans didn't have demons at home, aside from an exclusive few who had ended up cohabitating with them, but our protagonist wasn't a normal human exactly. She was Luz Noceda, saviour of the New Realm, last human witch of the Boiling Isles, the Representative of the Boiling Isles and the Bridge between Realms.

Some time ago, she had stopped Emperor Belos from taking over the world after he had created a new and wondrous realm by uniting the previous Human Realm with the Boiling Isles, or as humans called it, the Fantasy Realm. Of course, she had had some help back then, like her mentor and second mother Edalyn Clawthorne, who was the most powerful witch of the Boiling Isles, or King, the current king of all demons who was also still sleeping with Luz. There were some loses, of course, like one of the many loves of Eda, who was forced to be the Coven Leader of the Bards' Coven, or Hunter, who despite having been nurtured by Belos himself had had the gall to sacrifice himself so that the final blow could be delivered.

As soon as that had subsided, the frail and scared humans had gone nuts as they didn't know how to react to their new, powerful and possibly dangerous neighbours that had come from the hellish Boiling Isles or to the new and scary environment that mixed the civilized human cities with the wild and magical places from the Boiling Isles. Or at least, that was until someone in the Pentagon decided to remember that a certain human had helped to stop the madness from escalating all the way back in Connecticut. It was just like that how Luz ended up being a political figure at the tender age of fifteen, representing all witches and demons from the Boiling Isles and mediating between them and the humans.

Of course, as she was still nothing but a teenager in the eyes of the laws, she still had to attend high school and eventually graduate from college, but instead of doing so in a normal one, she had made the United States' government recognise the institutions from the Boiling Isles under the pretext of cultural exchange, so at least she still could learn with her friends Gus and Willow and her astounding girlfriend Amity. Hexside had had to adapt and change their teaching policies to include human laws, mostly as a formality, but aside from that it was pretty much the same. Well, the old coven system had been gone since all that had happened with Belos, but Luz was already breaking that system even before the unification of realms, so she really didn't mind that. It was also cool to be able to Hexside, since Luz's old high school had sort of merged with it.

Just as she was still sleepy and lost in her thoughts, the demon that guarded the house known as Hooty the House Hooter came through her window and effectively snapped King and Luz from their dreams. Now fully awake, Luz had to prepare for a brand new day and a brand new term at Hexside. She put on her uniform and packed the magic cape that Eda had made her back in the Boiling Isles, not forgetting to pick up her stylish and loved palisman she had carved with Eda and her mom after the day of Unity. She smiled at the otter on top, happy to have Dash by her side unconditionally. A voice called her from the lower floors and Luz hurried up before Hooty came again bursting from the floor.

Once she was downstairs, she met with her adopted sister, a basilisk named Vee that had initially replaced her back when she first went to the Boiling Isles and acted as Luz for a long time. Camila had decided to adopt her even after discovering everything that had happened and both Luz and her loved Vee as part of the family, since even the government had recognised her as part of the Noceda household. Vee was still sleepy and she hadn't transformed yet into her human form that mimicked Luz's, but she was way too busy dealing with the never-ending rambling of Hooty to notice it.

"Good morning cupcakes" says Eda as soon as the girls enter the kitchen. "Your breakfast is ready, your mother is already at work and I think that your friends will pick you up anytime now".

"Thanks Eda" reply both Vee and Luz at unison as they sat down to have breakfast.

"And for me?" asks King as he struggles to get on top of the kitchen chairs.

"Well, you and I still have work to do today my friend, so your breakfast is ready too" tells him Eda with her usual smirk as she pets him. "Gods, I hate all this bureaucratic stuff, but I guess we have lots of things to do as the most powerful witch and the king of all demons".

"Is it the government pestering you two again?" asks Vee, looking up from her toast briefly.

"Worse, is the old witches who want us to proclaim an independent nation exclusively made for witches and demons" says Eda rolling her eyes. "But hey, maybe it will all change sooner than we think and I'll get my well-deserved rest to burn some old letters and cause some mischief in town".

"Oh, is that human ex of yours writing you again to collab with him and his twin to do some weird stuff?" asks Luz with curiosity.

"Nah, his twin brother wrote me apologizing for old Stanley's rude behaviour" says Eda dismissing it. "The letters I'm burning are from several mixed schools for humans, witches and demons to go and do a lecture or become a teacher".

"Hah! As if they'd get you as a teacher!" says Luz smiling. "I know Hexide is still in your heart".

"Oh that high school can rot for all I care kiddo, but I'll admit I've been seeing more eye-to-eye lately with ol' Bump" says Eda. "But I'll be damned the day I have to become a teacher!"

"That's right! Eda is my loyal companion!" agrees King cheerfully.

"I think it would be cool to have you as a teacher thought. I love seeing you mentor Luz" says Vee honestly. "Plus, you're the coolest witch I know".

"Well thank you for the compliments kid, but I'm afraid this witch is already part of the Bad Girl Coven and I got my quitting badge" says Eda momentarily conjuring herself a cap and sunglasses.

"Luz! Vee! Your friends are here!" says Hooty singing. "It's time for some good old education!"

"Hurry up girls, this guy still terrifies me" whispers Gus with a traumatized look in his face.

"Well that's our call!" says Luz finishing her breakfast quickly. "Bye Eda! Bye King!"

"Good bye kids" says Eda waving her hand as the girls leave.

"Ready for the new term?" asks Willow.

"You bet we are" says Vee enthusiastically. "I can't wait to meet everyone again".

"You know, I'm still glad that basilisks don't need to eat our magic anymore" says Gus looking at Vee worried.

"Sorry, did that sound weird?" apologises Vee timidly.

"A bit, but don't worry sister, we know you meant well" says Luz with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks Luz" says Vee smiling again.

"Hey, is that your girlfriend I see over there?" asks Willow with a smirk, pointing towards a familiar purple-haired girl and two green-haired twins.

"It is!" exclaims Luz happily, already rushing towards her. "Amity!"

"L-Luz?! Hello!" says Amity, blushing for some reason.

"Hi Ed, hi Em" says Luz, seconds before hugging Amity without stopping, ending with both of them in the floor.

"Morning Luz" says the twins at unison with a Cheshire grin.

"How's the weather down there?" asks Edric mischievously.

"You know, perfect as usual" replies Luz as she kisses Amity's cheek. "As long as I can be with Amity, nothing else matters".

"I predict will be having another term filled with non-sensic diabetic times" says Gus as they finally get over there.

"How many times has Luz tackle-hugged Amity now?" asks Willow rolling her eyes amused.

"One hundred and twenty five" replies Emira equally amused.

"You okay down there?" asks Vee slightly worried.

"We're fine, I'm fine, why wouldn't we be?" asks Amity nervously.

"Huh? Why has Amity reverted to her nervous state as before they had started dating?" asks Willow confused, noticing Amity's suspicious behaviour.

"Oh you know, we were teasing her earlier and Lilith overheard us, she tried to help Amity but ended up embarrassing her even more with a certain suggestion" explains Edric smirking.

"That explains it" nods Gus shrugging.

"Anyway, it's time for school Luz" says Amity managing to calm herself a bit and standing up.

"That it is!" says Luz enthusiastically standing up.

"Well, we'll be heading for to our part-time jobs then, take care of Mittens Luz!" says Emira as she and Edric wave them goodbye.

"I hate them so much" says Amity blushing again.

"I envy them, they only have to go to class in the afternoon!" complains Gus. "I want to sleep more in the morning".

"Amen brother" says Luz nodding. She could get some more sleep in the mornings.

"By the way, have you heard the rumours? The human side of Hexside will be finally taking classes with us and we'll be taking classes with them" says Willow, remembering it.

"About time! Principal Bumps and Principal Hal had been trying to make some mixed lessons for quite some time" says Vee.

"Ugh, I don't want to study human stuff again" whines Luz. "It's so boring compared to witch stuff".

"I'm sure you'll be better at it than us Luz, you've been in the human realm more time than us" tries to cheer her up Amity.

"No way, you guys are super smart, you'll get the hook of it in no time" says Luz.

"You're smart Luz" tells her Willow. "Remember all the glyphs you discovered so far? All the crazy plans you've done? All the shenanigans we've been through thanks to your ideas?"

"Those were fun, but human stuff is different, it's too boring" replies Luz. "You have to memorize a lot of things and then vomit them in a paper".

"Not in a literal sense" intercedes Vee, who saw Gus' confused face.

"There's barely anything else than that and the only exception is sports, which I'm horrible at, and art" says Luz.

"And you're a very talented artist" tells her Amity.

"For sure, I certainly loved that Luzura x Hecamity drawing" tells them Willow with a smirk.

"That was one time Willow!" complains Luz embarrassed. The drawing had been something Luz had secretly done at home in the middle of her wild fantasies and she had made like a minicomic of her and Amity as Azura and Hecate kissing. The problem was that Luz had accidentally confused her drawing notebook for her potions notebook and ended up bringing it to class.

"I thought that was sweet of you" says Vee.

"Thanks sis, at least someone loves me" says Luz hugging her, not forgetting to quickly add: "Aside from Amity, I mean".

"Anyway, I'm excited to learn more about your world Luz" says Amity blushing.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, my most promising student Amity" says Principal Bump appearing behind them. "After some long talks with the humans, my colleague Hal and I have finally managed to get a new curriculum approved for this new term and you young witches will be mingling with humans in class too, except from Luz as she is human".

"Good morning sir!" say the students, a bit surprised by the sudden apparition of the man.

"That means I can finally take classes with my human friends again?" asks Vee excitedly.

"Indeed child, as they will now be taking witches lessons and you'll be taking human lessons as part of your new curriculum" says Bump nodding. "But don't fret Luz, the human lessons may not be exactly as you remembered them".

"I'm curious about what do you mean by that, but I'm also more concerned by the fact that I will probably have to face the consequences of everything I did before going to the Boiling Isles" says Luz shuddering. "There was a reason why they wanted to send me to a realist camp".

"It's all in the past Luz" says Principal Hal, appearing next to Bump. "While at the moment that may have caused us more than a fair share of problems and calls from worried parents, we now see that it was nothing but you having a special connection to the Fantasy Realm and that same connection is what saved us in the end".

"Sweet!" exclaims Luz doing a little victory dance.

"Besides, from what we've exchanged, your little pranks were harmless compared to your mentor's" says Hal with a darker expression.

"I wouldn't even call them pranks, she did most of it unconsciously" says Bump. "Eda on the other hand..."

"Anyway, kids, I believe the bell is about to ring, so you'd better hurry up to check in which class you are this term" says Hal. "We wouldn't want to be late on the first day of term, now would we?"

"Will do sir" says Amity bowing her head before leaving.

"I wonder who will we be sharing class with" says Gus. "I hope those guys I made friends with are in the same class as us".

"Oh no, what if we're in different classes?" asks Luz worried.

"Nah, the principals were messing with you all" says a voice behind them.

"Viney? What do you mean?" asks Amity.

"Well, Barcus and Jerbo are already there and texted me" says Viney showing her phone. "There's only a big class with all the students of each year and the actual classes will be made later on when we know the humans better".

"Nice!" exclaim Vee and Gus, happy to be in class with their humans friends.

"Oh dear, I hope Juniper has forgotten about the spiders' incident, or that Evelyn has forgot everything about me, or that July forgot I owe him a deck of cards" says Luz, remembering a big number of things she had done before going to the Boiling Isles and forget about after the day of Unity.

"I mainly solved those back when I was impersonating you" says Vee scratching her chin. "But Evelyn may or may not have developed a certain interest on you after everything that happened in the day of Unity..."

"Who's Evelyn?" asks Amity confused and slightly jealous.

"Do you remember how you used to be back when we first met? Well she's the human equivalent" says Luz looking away, having flashbacks. "The perfect girl in school everyone admires and that happened to also hate my guts".

"Not anymore apparently" points Willow.

"I'm sure you'll be fine Luz, you're the most badass human I know" tells her Viney as they finally get to Hexside.

"And you have us now Luz" tells her Amity taking her hands. "I happen to know a thing or two about being the top girl at school".

"That you do" answers Luz with a smile.

"Besides, from what Vee said, I think that Evelyn girl is cool with you know" points Gus.

"Yeah, she's been super nice to me lately" adds Vee cheerfully.

"I still hope I won't meet any of them for as long as I can get away with it" says Luz.

"Hi girls and Gus" says Jerbo approaching them. "We've got to go to the gym now, we'll have our first class there apparently, something about getting to know everyone better or something".

"Well that's just my luck" deadpans Luz.

"It will all be fine! What's the worst that can happen? Even Boscha has changed her attitude after the day of Unity" tries Amity. "Plus, you're really outgoing and sociable, you've made thousands of friends among demons and witches".

"Yeah, because you guys are really cool with me and my weirdness, humans aren't that tolerant with the strange. Do you know how many times I've stopped humans trying to burn witches and demons alive?" says Luz. "Humans suck! They're mostly nuts and will reject anything out of the common norm. I used to be isolated basically from everyone because I was THE weird kid, you know?"

"But I've meet cool humans" says Gus.

"Gus, I never wanted to tell you, but you've been meeting with the nerds, they're as much of an outcast as me" says Luz.

"But I mixed in fine" says Vee.

"Yeah, but you're surprisingly more normal by human standards than me" points Luz.

"Ok, let's say for a moment that you're right, so what?" asks her Amity. "We'll be your friends no matter what Luz and I'll keep being-"

"Her awesome girlfriend" says everyone deadpanning.

"Anyway Luz, we're here already" says Viney. "Want to escape through the secret passages?"

"Those still work?!" asks Luz with a ray of hope.

"Oh you bet they do" says Jerbo. "I used one last year to spy on the humans classes and fell asleep through that".

"But you're not going to use them and ditch us, are you Luz?" asks Amity, sternly looking at her girlfriend.

"Fine, I won't" sighs Luz.

They enter the gym and get as near the stage as they can, Gus stopping to greet his friends and Vee separating from them to go with her own friends. Moments later, principal Bump and principal Hal enter the stage and explain the situation to the students, who had already started to get a bit uneasy after being in a closed space with so many people. They explained how they were going to use some games to make the students mingle and get to know each other without differentiating if they were human, demon or witch. Luz started to zone out and her palisman Dash tapped her face to get her attention, only to both get a silent scold from Amity and Ghost respectively. After that, everyone paid attention to the Principals, who were finishing their speech by talking about how someone was going to demonstrate how the interactions between humans and witches were perfectly fine and that they could learn something from each other.

"As the last human witch of the Boiling Isles and the one who saved us all during the day f Unity, we want Luz Noceda to come here and do a demonstration of everything she learnt during her stay in the Fantasy Realm" says principal Hal.

"And from the witches side, who's better to represent the things we've learnt from humans than Amity Blight?" says principal Bump. "Come to the stage dear".

"Well shoot" says Luz, getting up embarrassed and heading towards the stage.

"Now, I'm sure everyone from the human realm has heard of Luz, perhaps you even know her from before or perhaps you're friends of her doppelgänger" says principal Hal. "But today we want you to pay attention to one valuable lesson she has to teach us humans, who unlike witches and demons don't have an organ that produces magic".

"Now child, I'm expecting a better demonstration than the one you gave me to enter Hexside" whispers Bump into Luz's ear. "If you manage to impress us, we may consider turning a blind eye to all the absences you have".

"That's a deal!" says Luz a bit more enthusiastic about it.

"Humans, I'm Amity Blight, a witch from the Boiling Isles who used to think humans were the lowest beings in the food chain" says Amity, going onto stage before Luz. "That is, until I met Luz. I was the star student of Hexside before meeting her and getting involved in all the crazy shenanigans she can cause, but now? Thanks to her I've learned so many new things that the Fantasy Realm didn't have, from small things like hugs or high fives to big things like the terrific horrors of human education and cramming" that got a laugh out of everyone in the gym. "Nevertheless, those experiences I've lived with her have taught me a very important thing about humans: you all aren't different from us. Some may be scary, some may be smart, some might cause madness where they go with her nonsensical ideas for fun activities and then some others will never give up, no matter if it's trying to put an end to some evil plans or trying to befriend a stubborn witch who was way too focused on herself to notice how she was hurting everyone around her. And yes, that applies both to witches like me or humans like Luz".

"Humans are cool!" shouts Gus from somewhere in the crowd, making other habitants from the Boiling Isles cheer in agreement.

"Hell yeah we are!" says Luz getting motivated and jumping into the stage. "But do you know what is cooler than humans? Humans doing magic!"

With that, she throwed glyphs into the air and used her palisman to activate them all, causing the entire gym to be filled with magic. First, the darkness glyphs were activated and blinded everyone, just to be followed by the beautiful light glyphs getting lit in different colors and illuminating the gym. Then, the illusions glyphs formed all sorts of creatures that Luz had met and imagined and run amok all around the place, marvelling all students and surprising the educators. Then, Luz used some ice and plant glyphs to create twin bridges and took Amity by the hand to pull her into one of the bridges, both running in their respective bridge holding hands. Purple fire burnt and melted the from the fire glyphs melted the ice bridge and created a smoke curtain when it burned the plant bridge. and when the smoke fade, the girls were nowhere to be seen. Until suddenly, they both appeared riding their palismans out of thin air and throwed palismans to all the students so they could give it a try. The students didn't think twice and activated the glyphs, creating a curtain of sparkling water through which Luz and Amity passed flying on their palismans. Then they softly landed on the stage again and Luz took his hands up in the air, all hyped up from her own performance.

"Now how was that for a human, huh?" says Luz smiling from ear to ear. The whole crowd stood up and cheered for her, all ecstatic after seeing Luz's marvelous demonstration.

"See kids? That's what a human and a witch can do together, but let me show another good demonstration" says Bump. Then he tooks out an illusion glyph like Luz's and activated for everyone to see. And the first thing everyone saw was...

"That's from the Grom!" exclaims Luz. Everyone paid attention after that, seeing the whole fight in the forest that Amity and Luz had against Grom, every part of it, including their synchronised dance.

"And principal Bump has a lot more of examples of that, but sadly there's not enough time to cover those today" says principal Hal, but then he suddenly smiles. "Won't you prefer living those experiences yourselves?"

"Now, every witch and demon will have to search for a human other than Luz and make a pair for the rest of the year. Choose carefully, for you'll spend the rest of this term with this person and there will be no take-backs" says Bump. "From humans, you'll learn the valors of humanity and the curious and innovative talents that will improve greatly your future. From the witches and demons, you'll learn the adaptability necessary to survive the new dangers of this realm, but most importantly, you'll learn the tools that will make our societies advance together in harmony".

"And before you all go crazy making pairs, let me be clear about one thing. Your partner for the year is a buddy system design to learn from both worlds, but it's also meant to help you grow as a person. You'll have to be with this other person during the rest of the term whenever we're having lectures, lessons, trips or any activities and learn from each other" says Hal.

"Now, aside from Luz and Amity, let's get everyone into pairs and that includes Vee, who looks like Luz but it's not on the stage" says principal Bump.

"I have to admit Luz, this is the second time I'm happy that you're so unique and creative" tells principal Hal to Luz without the microphone. "That performance was simply stunning and it motivated everyone to learn and make friends".

"So, I'll have my absences justified now?" asks Luz filled with hope.

"You already had it due to the whole ambassador of the Boiling Isles" tells her Amity.

"I meant her other absences, the ones she takes to cause all sorts of shenanigans" explains Bump. "The ones she uses to experiment with glyphs, we've just seen how worth it is".

"An that was just the tip of the iceberg" says Luz proudly. "I have finally found the combination to have abominations glyphs, I've discovered a way to craft something similar to a training wand with glyphs, although it's currently just a bat covered in glyphs, I have to improve a bit the design".

""Well I'm glad you're having this much fun, but I'd like to graduate with my girlfriend preferably, so try not to fall behind okay?" says Amity.

"Changing the topic, I think it's time for you two to return down there. You two will be partners by the way, so Amity can keep Luz in check and Luz can be a bad influence on Amity" says Bump laughing.

"And girls, thank you for your sudden and improvised presentation today" says Hal.

"It was no problem" says Amity bowing. They left the backstage and reunited with their friends.

"Welcome back girls, nice work you did" says Willow.

"It was so awesome! Like first it was all bwah, then it went sheein and the korpaw" says Gus, gesticulating a lot.

"I know right!" exclaims Luz, somehow understanding Gus. "Oh, and who're your partners?"

"Well, I've just met this girl and we were talking a bit about plants, but I haven't asked her name yet" says Willow, stepping aside to reveal a girl that Luz knew.

"Hi Luz, I guess I should say long time no see" says the girl.

"Yeah, heh, it's nice to see you again Juniper" says Luz awkwardly. "I'm so sorry about the spider 's incident".

"It's fine, I had to come to term with it after I saw actually full-fledged beast with spider-breath" says Juniper laughing forcibly. "But it's all in the past! Your demonstration was amazing".

"So, who's your partner then Gus?" says Amity, catching on the ambient and trying to change topics.

"That'd be me" says a guy next to Gus. "I'm July Rodhes, nice to meet you".

"Hey... July, long time no see..." says Luz awkwardly again. "I... I think I have something for you" says Luz registering her bag.

"It's ok Luz, Vee returned that deck of cards to me already" says July with a smile.

"July is really good at games" says Gus. "We've played together online a bunch of times".

"So that's were you two know each other from" tries to change topics Amity again. "I wonder who is Vee going to chose as her human partner now".

"Oh, I saw Evelyn and Carla fighting for her" says July nonchalantly. "It seemed like quite a fierce competition of a lot of people but those two were the ones winning".

"But Evelyn hates my guts? Why would she want to pair with my sister?" asks Luz confused.

"Well... A lot of things changed the day of Unity. If you were eligible as a partner for humans, a lot of us would have probably tried to be yours" explains July. "Most of the normies specially, since they were the most shocked ones by the whole fusion of realms".

"The thing is that we realised that all this time we had been judging you for being yourself out of resentment, because we didn't have the courage to go against everyone and be ourselves" explains Juniper. "And some of us wanted to apologise for that, especially since it's thanks to you being true to yourself that we're not living under a tirant".

"... That explains SO MUCH! I was beginning to think I was going crazy when everyone was being nice to me whenever they met me" says Luz reflecting on that new piece of information.

"What I wanted to say is... Sorry for all I did to you" says Juniper.

"And I wanted to tell you that don't worry, we nerds still consider you one of us, even now that you're a big shot and all" says July with a playful wink. "Also, I kinda lost your dnd character sheet, so I'm afraid you'll need to do a new one if you want to come to a campaign again".

"Well... I-I don't know what to say... To Juniper I mean, I will just make another character sheet for the next campaign you have" says Luz slightly blushing. "Juniper... I don't really think that you in particular have to apologize for anything but... Thanks for gathering the courage to do so and I guess you're forgiven? I really don't think there was anything I had to forgive you for".

"Phew, I thought for a second that I'd have to create a distraction and get Luz out of here" says Amity relieved.

"And I'm glad that you two have reconciled" says Willow. "It'd have been quite awkward to hang out otherwise".

After some laughs and more chatter, the bell rang and everyone left the gym to have break. Luz had to use an invisibility glyph to avoid the horde of people wanting to speak with her and with Amity, but she didn't forget to give some glyphs to the rest so that they could escape as well. They all met back in the courtyard and got to meet the partners of Jerbo, Barcus and Viney, who coincidentally were the three friends Vee had shared cabin with at the camp. And speaking of Vee, they met her too, but her partner had gone momentarily to the bathroom.

"I should probably go to the bathroom before class too" comments Amity.

"I'll come with you then, cuz Eda's potion was quite effective this morning" says Luz laughing nervously with her hand on her belly.

"I know, even I had to go to the bathroom" says Vee nodding.

"Just try not to have a make out session for too long" teases them Willow.

Amity and Luz left embarrassed and headed towards the toilet room, both of them blushing even though they actually just wanted to go to the bathroom instead of going somewhere else to kiss. They entered the main building of the school and headed to the nearest restroom, but just as they entered the restroom, a very familiar face to Luz came out of one of the toilets.

"Oh, hello Evelyn..." says Luz freezing on the spot.

"Noceda... I-" tries to say Evelyn.

"Sorry but... Can you let us pass? We really need to use the toilet" interrupts her Amity, trying to be as polite as she could.

"Oh. Yeah, sorry" says the girl, awkwardly moving aside.

"Thank you" says Amity getting into one of the booths.

"Sorry, I need to go too" says Luz, trying to get into another booth as smoothly as she could.

"Could we speak later? In private" asks Evelyn.

"Uh... Maybe? I don't even know when I will have to leave school in a hurry heh" says Luz awkwardly, feeling mortified.

"Oh, right..." says Evelyn, with a certain disappointment and regret in her voice. "Guess I'll see you around then".

"Sure" lies Luz, glad that Evelyn can't watch her cringing at that.

"She sounded... Remorseful" says Amity when they exited their booths. "I think you should talk with her, I could be there for you".

"I- I don't know Am, she was my crush a long time ago, but after everything that happened after word of that got out... I guess I kind of hate her?" says Luz feeling conflicted. "That wasn't nice and her behaviour wasn't either, maybe that's why I hated you when we first met".

"And maybe you tend to develop crushes on mean girls" says Amity amused. "But Luz, I know you. You can't stand seeing people hurting and she IS. I don't know what she did to you, but if there's someone who'd forgive her? Well that can only be the kindest human I know".

"You do know me well" says Luz cackling a feeble laugh. "I don't think I'll ever be ready to face her, but you are right as always, I can't stand seeing people hurt... Can you come with me this time?"

"To the ends of existence and back" tells her Amity smiling fondly at her.

"I love you Amity" says Luz smiling.

"Yo tambien te quiero" says Amity in her best Spanish. "Did I say that right?"

"Pffft, yeah you did" says Luz laughing wholeheartedly. "You're growing soft on me Blight".

"In your dreams Noceda" says Amity amused, taking Luz's hand. "In our dreams".

They got out of the bathrooms and checked what time it was. According to the clock on the wall, they still had plenty of time left for break, so they headed back with their friends. Or at least, that was their intention, but a crowd of people was storming around the exit of the building and Luz could recognise some faces of incognito journalist, so she resigned and texted her friends the dilemma she was in, telling them that Amity and her would be on the rooftop and inviting them to come if they could squeeze themselves into the building. She got an instant reply from Willow, who told her that they were on their way and that Gus was distracting the crowd with an illusion of Luz, which confirmed her fears. But what she didn't expect was the partner of her sister, Evelyn Bless, the same girl that openly rejected Luz during years and exposed Luz's foolish crush on her, which only turned for worse for Luz in the end.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon..." says Luz awkwardly.

"You know Vee's partner Luz?" asks Gus innocently.

"Yeah, you could say that..." says Luz. "So, Evelyn, you're the one who won the competition for Vee?"

"I actually choose her" confesses Vee. "She was winning thought".

"Luz... She may have something to tell you..." tries to say Juniper, but shying away for some reason.

"I know, we've met her in the bathroom" says Luz.

"Can we speak in private for a moment?" asks Evelyn.

"Guys, could you leave us for a moment" ays Luz sighing. She then took Amity's hand and squeezed it. "What do you want Bless?"

"Can we speak alone?" asks Evelyn, eyeing Amity.

"Not after what happened last time" says Luz coldly, as coldly as Amity had ever seeing her acting.

"I guess I had that one coming" sighs Evelyn. "Luz, I'm sorry for all the things I did to you, especially for making fun of you for liking girls".

"Okay, and?" asks Luz. "What is it that you want now? Because I can't believe that Evelyn Bless is apologising to me for no reason. You would have never done that in the past".

"I have changed Luz... I really am sorry for mocking you and bullying you to the point that even teachers were isolating you... And I have something I have to confess that I'm sorry about too" says Evelyn.

"She's saying the truth so far" says Amity. "I can feel her remorse".

"I- It's my fault you were forced to go to that realist summer camp... I used my parents influence to push principal Hal into doing it" admits Evelyn. "I was jealous that even after all that I had made you go through you were still so... So happy being you. I realized that I was miserable and envied you, for your easy-going nature, for the seemingless endless happiness and for the good family you had..."

"First of all, it was Vee who went there, not me. Secondly, you knew nothing about my life to do something like that to me. Did you know that I grew up without a father? That my mother had to work extra hours to afford raising me? Yeah, I am someone cheerful and easy-going, but that doesn't mean that my life is perfect. Thanks to you I went through such a hell that even the Boiling Isles seemed nicer than my high school life" says Luz angry. Then she sighs and looks at Amity. "But I guess I have to thank you, escaping from camp was what brought me to the Boiling Isles and what changed my life for better. I don't know you Evelyn, I never did. I used to think that you were the best and I admired you for that... I just hope you can be happy without hurting me anymore".

"I- I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." says Evelyn, with her eyes filled with tears and her heart filled with guilt.

"May I say something Luz?" asks Amity.

"Sure..." says Luz trying to hold back her own tears.

"Evelyn Bless of the human realm, stand up and dry your tears" says Amity, conjuring a circle of fire around Evelyn and her.

"Amity?" asks Luz worried.

"I don't want you to interfere Luz" says Amity with a smile, conjuring a fireball on her hand. "I just want to make Evelyn feel the terror you had to go through".

"Amity! I may be mad at her, but this is not what I want!" says Luz, completely worried that her girlfriend had lost it.

"I know you'd never be able of consciously hurting someone like that Luz, that's why I'll do it for you" says Amity.

"Wha- What do you want?" says Evelyn stepping back and cowering in fear.

"Oh I just want you to feel an inch of what Luz went through on the Boiling Isles, fighting monsters, witches, demons and risking her life every other second" says Amity, getting closer to Evelyn. "I made the mistake of hurting Luz once and I carried that mistake and the consequences for it, I still repent for it each and every day. But instead of say sorry and cry, I proved to her that I was sorry, I risked my life for her and went against my parents for her".

"Amity stop!" shouts Luz, activating a water glyph and getting between Amity and Evelyn. "This is not you! You're not like this!"

"No, I'm not" says Amity, putting her hand back as if she were about to throw the fireball, but snapping her fingers instead to deactivate the illusion she had conjured. She kissed the dumbfounded Luz on her nose and looked at her in the eyes. "But you weren't being yourself either Luz. I was just going to scare her a bit to see if you could come back, Gus helped me a bit" she says showing her phone, which had a chat with Gus open. "He's getting really good at illusions".

"Aren't I?" says Gus coming out of his hiding spot.

"Wait, you planned this? " asks Luz, not believing her eyes.

"Half of it was made in the go, but Barcus had warned us that you would lose yourself in anger, and we couldn't simply stand by" says Amity. "Sorry for not telling you anything, and sorry for that scare Evelyn".

"For once, I'm glad that was what happened, I was getting really worried watching Luz getting so... Mad" says Gus, still a bit worried.

"I can't believe you guys did that, but... Thanks" says Luz hugging them with some tears on her eyes. After sometime hugging in silence, she dried her tears and faced Evelyn, who was crying and way too scared to talk. "I hate you, Evelyn, I really do. You ruined my life and then came begging for forgiveness, but I can't simply forget what you did to me".

"I-" tries to say the girl, but hiccups and starts crying again.

"Luz-" say Amity and Gus, worried, but Luz stops them raising her hand.

"Don't worry guys, I wasn't finished" says Luz, smiling at them to calm them. Then she sighs and extends her hand towards Evelyn to help her get up. "I may never forget what you did Evelyn, but if you are willing to change, I can forgive you and who knows? Maybe we'll become friends in the end".

"I..." says Evelyn, looking at Luz speechless. Then she gulps down and takes her hand, still crying a bit. "Thank you Luz".

"Don't thank me, thank Gus and Amity for showing me what friendship and love are,and for remembering me who I am" says Luz turning towards them with a fond smile on her face. "They are the best".

"You're the best too Luz" says Gus, hugging Luz with Amity.

"The rest can come out too, they're hidden with an illusion too, aren't they?" says Luz looking at Gus, who shrugs with a smirk.

"How did you know? " asks Willow as the illusion disappeared.

"I had hunch that it'd be the case" says Luz smiling, opening her arms to make space for them in the group hug. "Come join us already you goofs".

"Luz, I- I didn't know-" says Vee, but Luz shoves a card in her mouth to shut her.

"I know sis and I don't blame you for it, so swallow that card and come hug me too" tells her Luz with a smile. "And what are you waiting for Evelyn? Aren't you going to join the group hug?"

"I- I can?" asks Evelyn surprised.

"Only if you want to" says Luz with a smile.

"Thanks" says Evelyn quietly as she joins the group hug.

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Later that day, once the lessons were over, Luz invited her friends after checking up with her mother if she was ok with it. Her mother thought she was talking about her witch friends and accepted without a second thought, which she came to regret as soon as she saw her daughters bring six humans along with the six witches she already was familiar with. She recognized some of the humans, like the three friends of Vee from that stupid summer camp or that nerdy guy that had occasionally hung out with Luz in the past, but two girls where new faces and her intuition told her that they hadn't been Luz's friends before.

"Luz, when you told me you were bringing some friends, you forgot to tell me that it was twelve people" says Camila sighing. "I don't even know if we have enough juice for everyone".

"Don't sweat it Camila, King and I can go get some juice for the kids" says Eda.

"No, no you can't. You've been banned from each and every shop in town for shoplifting, remember? " asks her Camila with her brow up. "You can keep an eye on them, I'll go for the juice. But a little warning first the next time sweetheart".

"Thanks mom, you're the best" says Luz hugging her mother.

"And here I thought I was the best one" jokes Eda. Then she looks at Camila. "Guess I'll have to keep an eye on the kids, no magic this time".

"They better be in one piece when I come back or you're sleeping on the couch tonight" says Camila glaring at Eda before leaving.

"Well kids, how do you do? Augustus, Willow, Amity, my three disciples of mischief, ... Who're the new guys?"

"They're humans, from our school. Bump and Hal have made a buddy system for this year and Amity is my buddy" says Luz.

"Of course you'd have your girlfriend as your buddy" says Eda laughing.

"It was Bump's orders" says Amity blushing.

"Oh I bet it was, Luz would have been swarmed by leeches otherwise" says Eda. "So, who's partners with who?"

"Who's your buddy Gus?" asks King getting on his shoulder. "Aside from me".

"It's July, he's a cool dude" says Gus happily presenting his friend.

"A pleasure to meet you ma'am" says July politely.

"He may look like that, but he's just as much of a nerd as me" whispers Luz.

"Well nice to meet you kid" says Eda. "And what about the three from the bad girls coven?"

"Mine is Paz" says Viney.

"I'm with Sam" says Jerbo.

"Woof Mat" barks Barcus.

"They are my friends from camp! " says Vee.

"Cool, cool" says Eda nodding. "And you Willow?"

"I made friends with Juniper, we were talking about the different plants of both realms" says Willow with a smile.

"I really am curious about a lot of your plants, like those gigantic beanstalks or the flowers" says uniper looking at Willow.

"Great, another plant-lover for the roost" jokes Eda. "How about you kiddo? Who's your partner?"

"She's Evelyn" says Vee.

"Huh, why am I getting Mittens' vibes from her?" says Eda raising a brow as she looks at Evelyn.

"That's just your imagination" hurries to say Luz, nervous of what Eda could do if she knew what had happened between her and Evelyn.

"But didn't you describe her as a human equivalent of Amity?" asks Gus confused before Luz could close his mouth.

"I see, a bully" says Eda in a not so nice tone that makes Evelyn and Amity feel a pang of guilt. "Did you bully Luz?"

"I- I did..." admits Evelyn.

"But that's fine! I've forgiven her!" says Luz.

"Not now cupcake" says Eda conjuring a cupcake into Luz's mouth. "Listen up, Evelyn. I don't know what you did to Luz and I don't care, but if you dare hurt her or Vee one more time? You'll feel the horror of what an angry witch can do. Luz is someone very precious to me, so is she for King, so we won't stay put if anyone bullies her or her sister Vee".

"We definitely won't" says King growling.

"And even if Luz says she has forgiven you, you won't have any trust from King or from me until you prove that you're really regretting each and every thing you did, just like Mittens here had to do after becoming Luz's friend. Got it?"

"Yeah..." says Evelyn looking at the floor.

"Great, because Camila would have cut my head again if she saw five humans and a frog" says Eda sitting down.

"And I may still do it if you keep going on scaring teenagers" says Camila, who had come back before everything started but had remained silent. "Not that I don't understand why you did that".

"Miss Noceda?!" exclaims Amity surprised.

"Amity, dear, I've told you to call me mom, you're part of the family already" says Camila. "And, Evelyn? Evelyn Bless, I suppose".

"Yes..." says Evelyn , almost whispering.

"While I do not approve of your past behaviour towards Luz, Vee has told me how much you've changed, so as long as you keep that up you'll be welcomed in this home" says Camila, patting her head. "I've heard what you went through after the day of Unity and I'm sorry for you, so as long as you're friends with my daughters, you can come anytime if you need to. The same goes for everyone else".

"I- Thank you" says Evelyn with tears in your eyes.

"You have the coolest mom Luz" whispers Amity taking Luz's hands.

"No, I have the coolest moms" says Luz smiling.

"And the mightiest king of demons!" says King.

"And the mightiest king of demons too" repets Luz laughing.

"Well, who's up for some juice and some home-made cookies?" asks Camila.

"Oh! Me! Me!" says King jumping in front of Camila.

"Anyone else?" asks Camila eyeing the teens.

"Yes, thank you" say Willow and Gus, already sitting, with Juniper and July copying them.

"We'd like some too" says Jerbo, speaking for him and his friends.

"That's more like it" says Camila smiling as she pulls out the cookies from the oven and puts the juice and some glasses on the table. "Anything for you Evelyn?"

"Juice will do" she says with a little smile.

"So, girls, how was it like at school today?" asks Camila.

"Definitely interesting" says Luz.

"We have this buddy system between humans and witches" adds Vee. "Oh, and Luz and Amity did a demonstration today!"

"That was amazing!" says Mat. "All the fire, plants, ice and lights everywhere. And the initial shadow covering the whole gym? It was so cool!"

"I really enjoyed using that glyph Luz gave us to make illusions" says July. "So many things one could use it for".

"Well Gus is an expert when it comes to illusions" says Luz.

"Illusions are cool, but I like Willow's plants better, how many times did she save us? " says Gus.

"You both are really good at your expertise fields" tells them Amity.

"Well so are you Amity, you know how to use lots of different magic, you're really good with fire and abominations AND even if you can't do illusions like your siblings, you can detect them" says Luz.

"Says the human who learnt how to use magic without dying in the process" says Viney.

"Not fair Viney, you guys are really cool too. I love your healing magic and your magical beasts are the cutest. Jerbo's plant abominations end up being so cool all the time" replies Luz. "And let's not forget Barcus using potions to look into the future".

"Yeah, that saved Evelyn's skin today, didn't it?" agrees Vee.

"I really want to use that prophetic magic, it'd be so cool" says Paz. "Better than using tarot at least".

"I'd be fine just growing some plants" says Juniper.

"Well I wouldn't mind learning a thing or three about illusions from Gus, it'd make dnd nights even more interesting" says July.

"Oh yeah, what's dnd? I heard you talk about it before with Luz" asks Gus.

"Right, I never told you about it, did I?" says Luz.

"Dnd stands for Dungeons and Dragons, it's a cool human game" explains Vee.

"Well, it's more of a cool nerd game... Have you ever played it Evelyn?" asks July. "Or anyone else besides Luz, Vee and me".

"I know of it" says Sam.

"Never played it" admits Juniper. "I don't even know what's exactly about, just heard the name".

"Me neither" say the rest.

"I can't believe you guys have missed out on the best board game made by humans" says Vee.

"So, what's the game about?" asks Willow curious.

"Anything. It's mainly fantasy but it doesn't have to" says Luz. "Basically, there are two parts to it: the dungeon master or DM, who creates a story on a world of his choosing, and the players, who make their own characters and these characters live the story the DM has made, although it doesn't always go as the DM intends..."

"You can basically be anything as a player and do whatever you want" says Vee. "Your character could be evil or good, a total goof or a natural seductor, a brave elf warrior or a hot demon witch".

"I thought you could already be anyone you wanted" tells Evelyn to Vee.

"I can transform into anyone, yes, but it's not the same. I can't do what I want" points Vee.

"If you can be anyone, that means we could see Luzura and Hecamity in action" teases Willow.

"It was one time!" whines Luz. "Let me die in embarrassment already".

"Oh no, I'm never DMing again if Luzura is a character, I still have burns from last time" says July.

"It won't be like that anymore July, I've got real magic now, remember?" says Luz with a smirk, quickly recovering from her embarrassment. "And as difficult as illusions glyphs are to make and use, they are worth it for a good dnd night".

"We could ask Eda to do the dream thing again, that way we'd have a rel adventure ourselves in a place where no one can get hurt" says Vee. "That was a fun dnd night".

"Eda is surprisingly a good DM and that was one hell of a night" says Luz scratching her chin. "I could ask her to DM and we could have a sleepover".

"Living a real dnd adventure? Count me in" says July.

"Me too, this dnd game sounds amazing" says Gus nodding.

"I think I'll pass for this one, I have a lot of things to help my fathers with to have a sleepover" says Willow, a bit sad to miss it.

"Same, my mother hurt her arm and I have to help at home for a whole month" says Juniper. "I'd love to come if it's later thought".

"We'd have to ignore some curfews, but if it's for a game with the legendary Owl Lady? Count us in" says Viney, speaking for Barcus and Jerbo too.

"I'm always in for magic" says Paz.

"Same" agree Mat and Sam.

"I doubt Lilith would say no to this, but the problem will be keeping my siblings at bay" says Amity.

"Oh, but Ed and Em are cool! I bet they'd make great characters too" says Luz.

"They'd be teasing us all night long like last time, remember?" tells her Amity.

"That may be a problem" says Luz nodding.

"What about you Evelyn?" asks Vee.

"I- I don't think I could come... The orphanage is very strict" says Evelyn. "Especially with me, given my past actions and how my parents tried to relocate it so many times..."

"Oh... Right..." says Vee.

"Evelyn lost her parents during the day of Unity, after they tried to offer her to a weird demon" whispers Juniper to Luz to let her know. "That struck her really hard, but your sister helped her back on her feet and she changed a lot since".

"Hey, we could maybe help you convincing them?" proposes Luz, feeling sympathy for the one she once had hated so much.

"Luz really has a way to get into people's hearts" says Amity smiling.

"And she can be really convincing, justl ike when she convinced Bumps to accept the multiple tracks studies" adds Jerbo.

"Thanks but... I really don't think I deserve your help Luz" says Evelyn looking away.

"Maybe you don't, so what? " says Luz.

"So what? Why would you help me if I don't deserve it? After everything I've done to you?" says Evelyn, anxious.

"Because she wants" says Gus smiling.

"Because she can" agrees Willow.

"And because she's like that" says Amity with a fond smile as she looks at Luz proudly.

"Luz will help you even if you tell her not to, always trying her hardest" says Viney.

"She's really persistent" says Vee smiling.

"Exactly" says Luz nodding. "So Evelyn, will you accept our help?"

"Please Evelyn, we want to help you" tells her Vee.

"Guess I can't say no" says Evelyn sighing.

"Guess we'll have a trip to the orphanage soon, right sis?" says Luz looking at Vee.

"Luz! Come here kid, we have a call from those annoying humans again!" shouts Eda from another room.

"Not the government again..." says Luz rolling her eyes. "I'll be back in a sec guys".

"Now listen here you suited buffoon, I've already called the kid, so shut it with those absurd threats or I'll go over there and turn you into the trashcan you are!" says Eda speaking to someone on the phone. "You keep intruding in the life of an innocent child that saved your lives and then you even have the gall to demand her to work for you?! You better pray she doesn't get done with yall or the whole witch population and demons will show you just what kind of place the Boiling Isles were ".

"Eda, it's ok, I'm here" says Luz hugging Eda. "Let me handle them while you go and talk with mom or something".

"Looks like you're safe for a bit more of time, the kid's here. I'm giving her the phone" says Eda to the phone. "Remember kid, just one word and we'll turn that pentagon thing into a giant sand glyph".

"I'll keep that on mind" Luz says chuckling. Then, she sighs and takes the phone. "Hello?"

"Miss Noceda? I am Gwendolyn Parker, agent of the FBI" says a woman voice from the other end of the line.

"Good evening miss, what did you need me for? Is it another magical beast running amok? A conflict with a witch perhaps?" asks Luz with a monotonous voice.

"Not this time. This time we wanted to invite you, Edalyn Clawthorne and the demon known as King to the Pentagon" says the woman.

"What for? I'm afraid that I've started a new term and I'd like to miss the least amount of lessons as possible" says Luz. "So, unless we're talking about something really important that you need me to come as well, I'll have to decline the invitation".

"We can't tell you over telephone about it, but you won't need to miss class either, since we want to invite you to the Pentagon on Saturday" says Gwendolyn. "And, if possible, we'd also want to invite the other witches that helped you to defeat Belos during the day of Unity, but I'm afraid we never established contact with them nor we know how to contact them".

"I'm sorry miss, but that sounds exceptionally suspicious and I don't even know if you actually are an FBI agent as you said" says Luz, feeling that something wasn't quite right. "So if you could give me a good reason to go to a highly secure place and prove that you're actually an FBI agent, then I'll have no problems to cooperate".

"I understand. As I'm aware of the usual procedure, I'll personally go to speak with you tomorrow at this exact time to invite you then" says the woman. "As for the reason, I'll tell you tomorrow when we meet. Have a nice evening".

"Well that's swell" says Luz sighing after hanging up.

"Do we need to go to destroy them Luz?" asks King climbing to Luz's shoulder.

"Nah, they'll come tomorrow to convince us" says Luz scratching King.

"Great, I won't even need to go to their stupid fortress to deck them" says Eda cracking her knuckles and accidentally pulling her hand out of her wrist. "Oops, I sometimes forget that happens".

"No violence Eda" says Luz laughing. "Anyways, I'll go with the others".

"Fine, I won't teach them a lesson, not tomorrow at least" says Eda with an impish grin. "Now, go and have fun with your friends kiddo".

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