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Lily x Oscar Piastri x You (Reader)

Synopsis. “They were a pair—until we became a triangle.”

Chapter 01 – Pocket Boyfriend

The sun hit just the right angle on campus that day, golden and soft, like it had been filtered through a summer memory. I had collapsed onto the grass beside our little group, my backpack flung somewhere behind me and the weight of my finance finals finally peeling off my chest. I was free. My brain was still buzzing with formulas and late-night study sessions, but the only math I wanted to think about now was how many drinks I could responsibly down at tonight’s party.

“I swear if I failed macroeconomics I’m transferring to a cult in the woods,” Meg said, sipping iced coffee like it was the blood of her enemies.

“I’m going full wine aunt this holiday. Just me, my dog, a playlist called ‘crying at brunch,’ and no contact with reality,” Jessy declared, lying flat on her back with her sunglasses sliding down her nose.

And then there was Lily—perfect posture, hair somehow unbothered by the wind, scribbling something in her planner like we weren’t already mentally clocked out for the semester.

Lily and I had met in the first month of college. She was studying engineering, which meant she said things like “thermodynamics” and “fluid mechanics” and actually understood them. I was the finance girl with chaotic energy and a too-big planner filled with dreams and half-baked budgeting tips I never followed. We clicked instantly. She was the responsible one, I was the one doing tequila shots in the dorm hallway on a Tuesday. We balanced each other like opposite ends of a seesaw—somehow always meeting in the middle.

And yet, for all our closeness, there was always one ghost in the room: Oscar. Her long-term boyfriend. Formula 1 driver. Constantly flying. Constantly in another timezone. I hadn’t met him yet, not properly. He was always just on the other end of a FaceTime or in the stories she told, but never quite real.

“You should meet him,” she’d say. “You two are weirdly alike. It’s actually kinda scary.”

But the meeting never came. He was in Monaco. Or Melbourne. Or training. Or sleeping. But he never once seemed to mind that Lily and I were basically joined at the hip. And truthfully, I liked that. I liked that he trusted her. Trusted us. Because I loved her. Not in that way—not really. At least, I didn’t think so. Until that one day on the grass.

Jessy’s voice broke through the sleepy lull of our post-finals haze.

“So (Y/N),” she asked with a wicked glint in her eyes, “have you done it?”

“Done what?” I blinked, half-dozing.

“Ménage à trois.”

“Excuse me—what? It’s noon,” I groaned, sitting up. “It is way too early for this kind of scandal.”

“Just answer,” she pressed.

I laughed, brushing a blade of grass off my jeans. “No, I haven’t. Never done it.”

Jessy raised an eyebrow. “Not even curious?”

Before I could open my mouth, Lily’s voice slid in, soft and casual. “Are you curious?”

I turned to her. “Are you?”

She shrugged, playful, but something flickered in her expression—quiet, electric. “I don’t know… I think it can’t just be with anyone. But wouldn’t it be strange to do it with strangers?”

There was a pause. An almost imperceptible shift in the air. The kind of silence where a thousand things go unsaid but somehow still felt.

“I did it with a cousin once,” Jessy said, so casually she might as well have been talking about borrowing sugar.

“Oh my God,” Meg choked, nearly spitting her coffee.

“What?” Jessy blinked, genuinely confused.

“It’s family!” I said, horrified but laughing.

“It was high school!”

“Still!” I replied, shaking my head, half-disgusted, half-intrigued, and fully spiraling into the kind of laughter that makes your ribs ache.

Lily was laughing too, but something in her gaze lingered. She looked at me for a moment longer than usual, head tilted slightly, like she was filing something away in the corner of her mind for later. Like she was imagining something.

And I should have known then. I should have felt it—that thread pulling tighter, twisting quietly around us, waiting for the perfect night to snap.

.

Lily’s room smelled like coconut body lotion, hot flat iron, and vanilla perfume—basically the scent of girls getting ready to destroy lives

“You realize we’re just going to a bar, right?” I said, grinning. “Not the Oscars.”

“You can’t call it a ‘just a bar’ when it’s finals week and the entire city is out celebrating,” she replied, adjusting a gold hoop. “Besides, it’s been forever since we all went out.”

“We went out last week.”

“I said all

I rolled my eyes and stepped further into the bathroom, stealing a pump of her lotion while she was distracted. We'd been living together for four months now in a spacious apartment two blocks from campus—big enough for sleepovers in each other's rooms, dance parties in the living room, and nights spent sharing pizza and soft secrets. It was easy with Lily. Always had been.

And just as she picked up her phone to check the time, it started buzzing. Oscar.

“Speak of the devil and he FaceTimes,” I muttered, smirking.

Lily answered, holding the phone up to her face. Her voice instantly softened. “Hey, babe.”

I backed up a little to give them space but hovered just enough to be nosy.

“Are you with (Y/N)?” Oscar asked through the speaker.

I leaned into the frame dramatically, still in my towel. “Hello, pocket boyfriend.”

Oscar chuckled. “Hello, trouble.”

“Are you still calling him that?” Lily asked, amused but mock-exasperated.

“What? He’s always in your pocket! I’ve never seen him outside of a phone screen. Honestly, I’m starting to believe he’s AI.”

“Deeply hurt,” Oscar said with a hand to his chest. “You wound me.”

“But you're so polite about it,” I teased. “That’s what makes it worse.”

Our dynamic was weirdly natural for two people who’d never met in person. Friendly banter. Inside jokes. I’d always respected the space he and Lily shared, but I’d also never shied away from being me

“You two going out tonight?” he asked, brushing a lock of damp hair off his forehead.

Lily nodded, tilting the phone to show her outfit. “Yeah. The girls and I. Just bar hopping. (Y/N) made us promise we wouldn’t end up doing karaoke again.”

“That was one time!” I shouted from the bathroom.

Oscar grinned. “Just make sure she drinks water this time.”

“I always

Lily laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.”

Oscar’s eyes softened at that. “You always do.”

There was a little pause then. Just a second too long. Like the sentence sat there between us, warm and humming with something neither of us fully named. Because yeah—she always did. And sometimes, I worried I let her.

“I gotta get dressed,” I said, suddenly aware of the towel slipping a little too far down my chest. “Nice seeing you, Oscar.”

“Soon, I hope,” he replied. “In real life. Not just FaceTime.”

Lily smiled, eyes flicking between the two of us. “Maybe we’ll finally make it happen this summer.”

“Careful,” I said with a wink. “I might actually steal him.”

“She’d probably let you,” Oscar joked.

And Lily?

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Seduction and Passion Duplicated twice. ||

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff! x Fem!Reader.

In which you are the new member of the Avengers, Thor's younger sister and Tony's favorite person, and where Natasha and Wanda are completely in love with you and want to get your attention at all costs.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, light blood, spicy.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Natasha Romanoff.

Word count: 3,358 words

There was a brief silence behind the communication devices before more gunshots filled the air, bullet casings flying through the air and joining small shards of glass on the ground. She stepped behind them, picking one up with one hand and slamming the head into his nose, knocking him down for good and watching hot blood splatter across his face. 

“I caught one! Expunged, Stark.” Y/n said next, seeing the man fallen with his rifle over his chest. 

She ran with her body bent behind the counters, hearing deep male voices shouting something in Russian and she kicked one of them from behind, knocking him down as she stole his own gun and hit him in the head with the barrel. Y/n groaned as she felt a thick black cable wrap around her neck from behind, kicking the back of her knees and sending her falling to her knees on the cold floor. 

“Odinson! Where's the rest of them?” She heard Stark's voice through the small device in her ear and growled, feeling the man's grip tighten, the cable starting to burn into her neck. 

“Just a m-moment, I'm having technical problems.” She sighed, hearing the sound of shock nearby and felt the cable fall from her neck, the man being knocked down and taking another shock between the legs. 

She looked up, finding a pair of bright green eyes and red hair appearing in her vision. She sighed deeply, grabbing Natasha's hand and slowly getting up from the ground. She stared at her for a moment, parting her lips to say something when she saw a man being thrown into one of the building's windows, the red light of Wanda's magic appearing in the background, her hands in the air. 

“Thanks, Romanoff.” She thanked him quietly, watching Natasha's lips curve into a half smile and Tony appeared in his armor. 

“The area is completely clear. Come on, mission successful.” Stark stated, earning a nod from Y/n who looked between the two women, who were already staring at each other. 

[...]

Y/n stepped out of the elevator, her eyes shifting between the group of Avengers in the center of the room, and then she removed some shrapnel from her injured arms with tweezers, well accustomed to the pain. The mission had succeeded, those arms dealers had dealt with their own fates, and every clandestine weapon had been recovered by Tony and taken to a decent armory. 

“Mission report. Weapons recovered, all enemies surrendered and eliminated one by one.” Steve announced calmly, calmly cleaning his shield. 

“Well, the day ended well anyway. Have a good night everyone.” Thor announced, heading to his room as did Steve, Bruce and Clint.

“Are you guys hungry? I was thinking about pizza or something alike.” Tony suggested, looking between the three women intently. 

“We know your "pizza" is Pepper, Tony. But I appreciate it, I'm not hungry, I just need a shower and bed, what do you think about a movie?” Tony rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow at the girl, who just dodged it. “I still prefer my pizza, good night girls.”

“I think the movie is a good idea.” Wanda said shyly, her cheeks a little flushed and Odinson nodded, looking at Natasha. 

“I would like a movie but I'm getting sleepy, I hope you enjoy yourself. Have a good night.” Romanoff said, giving a toothless smile before disappearing into the hallways with Tony. 

“So what would we watch?” Wanda asked, pressing her lips together, her eyes deeply fixed on Y/n's every move. 

“Oh well, we can still discuss that. I just need a quick shower, okay?” She asked, raising her blood-stained hands and Wanda nodded calmly. “Sure, no rush.”

Y/n gave a small smile, waving before disappearing into the corridors towards her room inside the tower. Wanda knew perfectly well that Natasha was jealous of the Odinson girl, because they both wanted her attention and affection, so Natasha just preferred at that moment not to be too close to the two of them so as not to increase her jealousy attacks even more. But she would love to be there, if Wanda wasn't there, because Natasha would love to be close to the woman who consumed her thoughts and even her dreams. 

Y/n looked at her rusty sword stored inside a long glass cabinet, her chest rising and falling with regret. Her powers were weakened and using the sword that attributed her power to it would not change the fact that Y/n felt lost and exhausted. Thor had the thunder and lightning in his hands to control as much as he wanted along with his ultra-heavy hammer, but only Y/n knew that controlling fire was completely different. Only someone worthy and deserving of the flames could dominate them.

She came out of her shower after a few minutes, wearing a long plain gray shirt and some thin shorts, rubbing the towel on her head to try to dry her hair. Her body was crying out for rest, but she still wanted to be close to Wanda before the dream took her away. 

Yes, Wanda. Although her feelings were mixed between Maximoff and Romanoff, Y/n knew and understood perfectly that she was attracted to both redheads and she needed each of them. 

“Hey, you. Choosing the movie already?” Y/n asked with a slight smile as she found Wanda sitting in the living room. 

The room was dimly lit, the lights off, only the soft light of the television on to illuminate the little path of Odin's daughter. Wanda was sitting on the main spacious gray sofa, even in the dim light her pale face could be seen, her hair was tied in a messy bun, she was wearing thin shorts and a tight pink blouse, leaving her collarbone exposed to Y/n's imagination. She immediately smiled when she recognized the other Avenger, looking away from the television as she held the remote between her fingers. 

“I'm actually so undecided that I'd like to hear your opinion.” Wanda explained, a quick smile appearing on her lips as Y/n sat down next to her. 

She discreetly inhaled Thor's sister's scent, her legs closing and her thighs rubbing against each other slowly. Wanda bit her lip, trying to ignore the strangely warm sensation that crept through her body, her cheeks heating up with a certain shyness. She offered the remote to the Avenger who took it and began to scroll through the movie pages. 

“Oh well, do you like war and action movies? Because honestly this one came out recently and I was really looking forward to watching it.” Y/n pointed at the screen, the cover of a movie with soldiers and tanks catching Wanda’s attention.

“Sure, action movies are really great. Let’s go!” Maximoff nodded, biting her lip again.

To tell the truth, she hated action or war movies. She would definitely like science fiction or romance movies, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. Wanda wanted to impress and be as close to Odinson as possible. Her scent was making her ecstatic, her body still heating up, her eyes fixed on every little detail of her face.

The movie started, the opening scenes showing a completely destroyed place, in the corner of the screen informing that it was somewhere in Germany. Y/n snuggled into the couch, her arm draping over it, close to Wanda's head, who was still drawn to her, her body shivering even though she was so close.

The movie continued, the minutes passing and showing several injured soldiers being carried back to their base. Y/n wet her pink lips, her attention diverting to Wanda who was embarrassed to be caught staring at her like an obsessive maniac.

"Oh well, I think I'll make some buttered popcorn. Okay?" The older girl asked, earning a quick nod from the redhead who settled herself on the couch, pulling blankets up over her thighs.

“No problem, do you need any help?” Wanda offered, licking her lips calmly.

“I would love to, I was thinking of making some chocolate syrup anyway. Help is always welcome.” Y/n nodded, smiling back at Wanda who stood up and followed her.

The two entered the huge, luxurious kitchen, a little settling in for a moment while Y/n grabbed a pan or two and a bag of popcorn. She turned on the built-in stove, grabbing a spoonful of butter and placing it on the pan, opening the package of corn and throwing some inside.

“I confess I was surprised, I didn't know you had culinary skills.” Wanda commented, grabbing a chocolate bar and handing it to the taller girl.

“Not to break your expectations, Maximoff, but I'm terrible in the kitchen. But in the time I've been here with my brother, I've learned how to do the basics without blowing up the entire kitchen and the tower itself.” She laughed lightly, covering the pot and opening the chocolate wrapper.

“Oh well, but anyway I know you have many other skills. You are the daughter of a Demigod, that says a lot about you.” Wanda whispered, a slight smile on her face which Y/n returned.

“I’m going to be showing off.” She joked, placing the bar inside the pan and adjusting the temperature to melt.

“Strawberries with chocolate sauce, how about it?” Wanda picked up a closed jar of strawberries, earning a positive nod from Y/n who watched the small corn pop inside the pan.

“Great idea, Wanda. Just a minute, we can eat them with the chocolate sauce when it cools.” She said, watching the first corn turn into popcorn.

Wanda nodded, resting her hands on the counter as she watched Y/n take care of everything. The Scarlet Witch never thought she would find someone cooking so sexy until she saw this scene. Y/n turned off the stove, seeing the pot full of popcorn and opened the lid, adding a pinch of salt and shaking it slightly before transferring the contents to a larger bowl.

“Popcorn is ready, now all that’s left is our grand finale.” She smiled proudly, stirring the chocolate with a long spoon and after a few minutes turned off the stove completely.

Y/n moistened her lips, touching the tip of the spoon with her thumb and put it in her mouth, feeling the sweet taste of the smooth cocoa. She sighed, running her finger over the spoon again and leaned in, a playful smile on her lips.

“Time to taste and give your opinion, Miss Maximoff.” She brought her chocolate-stained fingers closer to Wanda's face, who gave a light giggle and came closer.

The Odinson girl was surprised when Wanda gently licked the tip of her finger, tasting the chocolate. Y/n bit her lip lightly, a shiver going up her spine when Wanda wrapped half of her thumb inside her mouth, sucking her finger slowly, her green eyes turning dark.

“It looks really delicious, Miss Odinson.” She commented as she pulled her lips away, her eyes staring at Y/n's lips without any shame.

“I'm glad to hear that.” Y/n said almost in a trance, laughing mentally at her own reaction.

She transferred the syrup to a container, seeing that it was warmer and looked at Wanda, breathing heavily when she felt the Maximoff girl even closer to her. A sigh left her lips, feeling Wanda's light breathing and sweet scent getting closer and closer to her.

“Wanda... the movie is playing.” Y/n warned calmly.

“Maybe the movie can wait until we taste the main course.” Maximoff replied, the double meaning in her sentence making Odinson's skin heat up.

Y/n's lips slowly parted, almost forming a mere smile, the way Wanda looked at her almost making the woman faint from how intimidating Maximoff's gaze could be. The taller woman broke the small space between them, her hand touching the side of Wanda's neck, moving away a loose strand of hair lost in her hairstyle and brushed her lips over theirs, making Wanda hold her breath.

When Y/n's lips touched Wanda's she almost let out a small moan, it was inexplicable. Intense. The softness she had on her lips was even better than a bed made entirely of cotton, so warm and so simply addictive. Wanda parted her lips, returning the kiss as best she could, her anxious hand grabbing one of the other girl's shoulders.

Fuck the movie, Y/n thought, there are more important things right now... and it certainly isn't the popcorn or the chocolate syrup.

Wanda let out a soft moan as Y/n's firm hands gripped her thin waist, her tongue nimbly wrapping around the scarlet witch's with a slow, enveloping rhythm. She kissed her back, her fingers running down the back of Y/n's neck to one of her arms, her nails scratching her warm skin, a heavy sigh coming from the girl daughter of Odin.

A gasp of surprise escaped the sorceress's throat as her back hit the pure marble counter, her eyes rolling back as hands grabbed her thighs and brought her up onto the counter, the cold texture on her body making her shiver.

“Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed, her voice cracking and weak. “I really think you can do more than just cast magic with those hands, little witch.”

The witch parted her lips for a second, her words failing her when she was simply silenced by Y/n's lips again. The slow, deep kiss made her moan and sigh, her hands entering the taller woman's shirt, her nails slowly scratching her stomach and ribs, feeling how goosebumps she had gotten from the act.

Wanda's back arched against the cold wall behind her as she felt Y/n's hand slip inside her thin shirt, slowly moving up and down a few times. She felt the girl bite and lick her lower lip, the taste of blood making Wanda let out another moan as she felt the warm hand reaching for her bra and the fingers ready to undo the strap.

“And I’m sure I can do things with you that you never thought were possible in the world.” Y/n whispered, her warm lips kissing Wanda’s neck all over.

The noise of something being placed on the wooden table caught the attention of the two Avengers, who, somewhat confused, saw that they had been caught. Y/n slowly turned her face, seeing Natasha pour more wine into her glass, licking her lips slowly, the friendliest expression in the world planted on her fucking beautiful face. What the fuck, was she there the whole time!?

“I am a mere illusion of reality, carry on.” She hummed, lightly shaking her wine glass, her lips stained.

“We were watching a movie, if you want to join, make yourself at home.” Odinson whispered, passing by Natasha who almost devoured her with her gaze.

Y/n held back a laugh, watching Wanda's completely flushed face and shook her head slightly. She couldn't believe that Natasha had simply seen everything and was acting naturally, she must have liked what she saw, maybe? Y/n bit her lip at the thought, picking up the bucket of popcorn and signaling to Wanda.

Y/n felt a shiver down her spine, a warm sensation spreading through her body and returned to the room with Wanda and Natasha. She sat in the middle, watching each of them join her, sitting on either side of her. Y/n tried to focus her face on the movie in front of her, hearing the booms of cannons coming from the screen and sighed, her eyes accidentally falling on the neckline of Natasha's blouse. God, her breasts must be huge.

A silence fell between the three women, and Y/n tried to pretend she hadn't noticed Natasha's intense, burning gaze on her face.

“What is this movie about?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, slowly eating some popcorn.

“Oh, um, it's about war and conflicts between formerly allied countries.” The taller of the two replied, seeing Wanda's giggle at the corner of her lips. Why was she finding this amusing anyway?

“Do you like conflict, Odinson?” Romanoff asked amusedly, her eyes trailing down her body shamelessly for a moment.

“Not always.” She replied, drawing an uncharacteristic laugh from Natasha.

She remained as focused on the movie as possible, discreetly alternating her gaze between Natasha who was still drinking her wine and eating popcorn, and Wanda who was a little curled up on the couch, her legs strangely crossed. Y/n licked her lips, watching as Wanda leaned over, offering a strawberry covered in now cold chocolate sauce, and Y/n bit into it slowly, watching Wanda run her thumb across the corner of her mouth to clean off the rest of the chocolate.

Dammit, she knows how to tease.

Wanda gave another discreet giggle, focusing her attention on the movie like the rest of the others. The movie continued to roll over the ground, already close to the end, and Y/n slowly stretched, trying to stretch her arms and placed the empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table in the living room. She turned her head to the side, seeing Wanda lying on the other side of the couch, sleeping peacefully. She gave a slight smile, picking up the blanket and slowly covering her.

“You have a surprising romanticism.” She heard Natasha say, her voice slightly hoarse and sleepy.

Y/n shook her head with a small laugh, placing the also empty chocolate syrup jar inside the other one, taking the remote control in her hands and turning off the television, leaving the room even darker.

“I'm not romantic, I'm just trying to make my teammate comfortable.” Y/n said, giving a playful wink as she took the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

She calmly washed each dish and dirty pan, drying them and putting them away in their proper place, taking off her shirt and remaining in her shorts and sports bra. There was practically no one there and she just felt comfortable like this anyway.

“Hey, are you okay? Looks like the wine didn't agree with you, Romanoff.” Y/n finished drying her hands, turning to look at her.

Natasha was leaning against the sink on her side, her hands gripping the marble edge tightly. Her hair was slightly disheveled, a small red mess, her face was flushed and she looked...a little warm? It got hot inside the tower and Y/n didn't even notice it.

“I'm perfectly fine, Odinson.” She replied quietly, her voice still cracking and her eyes dilated, and then cornered Y/n with her hands still gripping the sink in front of her. “What's the game between you and Maximoff?”

“There is no game, Nat.” Y/n replied, breathing heavily as Natasha leaned in and placed her face in her neck.

“I know there's some game going on, she attracts you, you attract her to you. But you attracted me before I attracted you. Now you're playing dirty with me.” Natasha whispered, looking deeply into her eyes before moving even closer and sucking on Y/n's earlobe, biting lightly.

“Fuck, Nat, you're the one playing dirty with me.” Odinson murmured hoarsely, her body burning with the feeling of Natasha's mouth on her skin, watching her smile slowly and pull her closer.

“Then play with me.” Romanoff whispered, warm fingers touching Y/n's chin before moving closer to her lips.

Y/n groaned at the intensity of the kiss. This kiss itself was nothing compared to Wanda's, they had started slowly and calmly and Wanda seemed to be as patient and unhurried as she was. Natasha didn't, her skin was burning, she felt how much she needed her, Y/n could taste blood at some point due to the rough kiss, the feeling of Natasha's hands, her nails on the back of her neck making her moan deeply.

Natasha moaned loudly when she felt Y/n's hands on her ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh between her nimble fingers before slapping her nearly exposed buttocks. She cornered her, pressing her back even further into the cold marble of the sink.

“You are not behaving well, lyubov.” Natasha whispered, the Russian accent making Y/n's hair stand on end as she felt the redhead suck on her tongue and drag her nails across her chin, scratching slowly.

“I wasn't meant to be tamed, Romanoff. Deal with it.” She replied, returning the wet, rough kiss again.

Y/n gave a frustrated groan as Natasha pulled her lips away from her, her nails scratching the back of her neck and pulling her back, exposing her pale neck. Romanoff moved closer, running the tip of her tongue over her skin, making Y/n grunt and moan hoarsely, her eyes closing tightly as she bit her, giving her an intense hickey.

“I'm not sure if Maximoff will like seeing this, but the game is beginning. Good evening, Odinson.” Natasha took a step back, walking away with a smile.

Shit. Y/n groaned in frustration as she walked away, quickly disappearing down the halls to her room before he could reach her, leaving her aroused and alone there.

*Lyubov: From Russian, means “Love”.

Author's Note:

CHAPTER 1

The rays of the sun came through the window hitting me right in the face, which forced me to get up. I kept watching a branch that was swaying for about 20 minutes until hunger started to bother me.

I have some honey and seaweed, with this I can have breakfast, and I think I have a bottle of water separately. I haven't checked my inventory completely, so I need to get ready, but first I'll put on my shoes and take my weapons.

Good morning, Minecraft world…- once I got up, I put the seaweed to cook with the charcoal I found yesterday, then I went down taking away the planks I put up last night, wow the door is open did I leave it open? while questioning my existence, noises were heard outside.

I quickly grabbed my axe and went outside to check, I only saw some birds eating the body of a pig, but… I don’t remember ever killing one, and besides, that pig had weird eyes… I didn’t want to dwell on it any longer and just picked up the cobweb and the threads that were in the chests, and went upstairs to grab all my stuff and leave that house. While I was searching the chests, I noticed something there was a note on how to make a wooden cross? Why would I need a cross? That was the first thing I asked myself…

After leaving the house, I checked my inventory and saw that I had two more things: a book and something that was like a Totem? First, I checked the book.

Of Amos? Who is Amos? Why is the name below covered with black ink?- but there were some instructions… along with two photos of what looks like a chest and a cross in a village and some orchards?.

-Find the village [optional]

-Take the cross

-Go deep into the mineshafts

-Find Billy

-Find Jane in her mansion

Who are Billy, Jane, and Amos? Wait… -I glanced at the house- The book upstairs mentioned something about Billy! -I quickly went upstairs and grabbed the book, opening it-

04/02/2014

Ever since Billy and his wife disappeared inside Amos' mines, the animals started behaving strangely… I know how to make a wooden cross. I'm not sure if it really works, but maybe it could help against these demons. Even the slightest chance of protection is worth trying…

Billy and his wife? His wife is Jane?- I commented - But what does he mean by demons? - I went back down and left the house - For now, the best thing will be to find the village and food… - I said while taking one last look at that house and starting to walk toward the pine forest in front of me-

After walking for a few hours I found a church, you could tell it was old by all the mossy stone.

What is a church doing in this place? And why is it abandoned? This is scary… - I entered the church, opening the door with a creak, and noticed that inside it was full of cobwebs, until I saw that there was something in front of me. I went up, and on a lectern there was a book stained with dried blood and with torn pages..

Only faith protects the soul when the shadows whisper.

May the light guide those who walk through the darkness below.

There is no escape once you have unleashed it…

What… - I said while my hands trembled slightly - what do you mean by unleash? Why is it stained with dried blood? Why is this place abandoned? Where did I get myself… I have to get out of here… - I whispered until I heard the door slam, I quickly started walking toward the exit until I noticed the door was blocked… it was blocked from the outside… - I ran to try to open the door behind where the book was, but it was blocked too.

HELP! IS THERE ANYONE THERE?! PLEASE LET ME OUT! WHY DID YOU LOCK ME IN HERE?! OPEN UP!! -I shouted, but no one answered, only a man's laugh was heard… but it was a laugh without any humor. I started looking around the windows until under some cobwebs there was a trapdoor, which I fearfully opened and went down, closing the trapdoor behind me-.

I noticed it was like a room with a cage? and iron doors. I also saw another lectern with another book, but this one only had 5 pages; all the others seemed to have been torn out. Cautiously, I approached and took the book in my hands while reading it out loud…

Who wrote this…? and why… -I didn't manage to finish the sentence when the sound of the doors slamming open and heavy footsteps was heard, which made the book fall out of my hands.

Quickly grab what was in the chest, which was two pieces of iron and another recipe to make another cross?

I made a quick shield and started climbing the stairs quietly, then I got out crouched… I saw a tall man dressed all in black and another one slightly shorter than the guy in black. Both were facing away from me, so I took the chance to try to sneak past, but because I was stupid, I tripped, catching one of the men's attention. But before he could turn around, I managed to drag myself back, staying silent and praying he wouldn't find me or look for me.

Did you hear that? -said the man quietly- it sounded like a knock, are you sure you saw someone come in here? You know that if we waste time, he'll get mad and beat us up.

If I heard someone, I closed the door and he started screaming for help, I heard perfectly," he said as he walked towards the direction where I was, until the other boy spoke to him

?????? Hero is here, let's go! -he said, coming out of the church leaving some red particles in the air-

I’m going… -he gave one last look where I was and walked out, leaving the church-

Shit, that was close -I said as I got up and looked out the window to make sure no one was there- They’re gone, I think… best to get out of here, I’m already hungry and I have no food left… I need to get some food… and water.

That said, I carefully left the church and remembered that I had a black totem I could eat.

I hope it doesn't upset my stomach—once I said that, I ate it, but as soon as I finished it my vision went dark and I started feeling dizzy with my head spinning

What the hell…? —I didn't manage to finish the sentence because a creature stood in front of me. It was a man, but I couldn't see him clearly, though he was a bit taller than me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me to the ground, putting his hands on my neck until he disappeared, and I fell unconscious to the floor.

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Hours later I woke up and noticed that I was inside the church, lying on one of the pews. I also noticed there was a backpack with two bottles of water, honey, pork, balls, milk, and cookies. Who… who brought me here…? What happened? -I got up and noticed that I wasn’t wearing shoes either, and my belongings were on the pew a little behind me. One thing I noticed was that my phone was there-

My phone! - I said excitedly - how didn't I notice it?! - I quickly grabbed the phone and turned it on, I noticed it was 10:28 at night and saw that I had messages from a weird app… it had no name or picture, but when I went into the app I saw that it had the normal Minecraft achievements…

What is this app? I don’t remember installing it.. but I’ll keep an eye out for anything.. and besides, I have some weird achievements.

You've run into a terrible fate, haven't you?

"That message isn't an achievement… what could it be?" I finished the thought and quickly stood up; I put on my shoes and packed all my gear into my backpack, leaving only the essentials in my inventory. Then I took out a pork chop, ate it, and washed it down with a swig from my water bottle. "I really needed that… I'm going outside; I need some fresh air…" I stepped out and stood at the edge, letting the breeze hit my face. "This is absolute madness; I never thought I'd end up in a Minecraft world… leaving my reality behind. I mean… it's not like I miss it… my life back there wasn't exactly happy… I didn't have pets or close family, so I don't feel guilty about leaving any animals or relatives behind… it's just a strange feeling… I wish I could have brought at least some clean clothes…" I sighed. "For now, the best thing to do is rest… I need to regain my strength; I have a lot to do tomorrow and I don't want to waste time." With that, I went back into the church and closed the doors, this time barricading them from the inside with a few pews. Then I went to the trapdoor area, removed the bars and everything else there, and placed blocks to create a smaller opening. I fluffed the bed and put back the sheet and blanket I’d brought from the other house. "Alright, I'm all set up; time to get some rest…" I took off my shoes and set my weapons down next to the bed; finally, I lay down and closed my eyes to sleep.

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Morning came quickly; I felt like a completely new person. I got up as fast as I could, stowed everything I had laid out on the bed into my inventory, put on my shoes, and grabbed my weapons.

What a beautiful day… though, well, the sun doesn't reach me since I'm literally underground—but oh well. —With that said, I stretched a bit, grabbed the book that had been there before, and added a note.

"If you're reading this, get out of here and don't look back; this place is creepy. I'm heading to the nearest village—please come find me. I don't know if anyone will actually read this, but my name is 'Y/N.' I don't know how I got here, but I'm slowly getting used to it. Still, if you're lost, I left some food and cookies in the chest; take them and leave as fast as you can." — Y/N

Once I finished leaving the note, I headed out, moving the benches aside to make my way; when I opened the door, the damn sun hit me right in the face, blinding me for a moment. "SHIT! DAMN SUN!" I shouted while rubbing my eyes. Then I could clearly see how beautiful the landscape looked—it was like something out of a movie… I quickly shook off the thought and left the place, but I noticed some bloody scratches on one of the trees… "Maybe it was a bear or a wolf, right?" I said to myself as I started walking through the pine forest. I dug around in my shorts pockets for my earbuds and—bingo!—I found them. I put them in and started listening to my music peacefully as I walked, looking for a village.

While listening to music and walking leisurely, I spotted some pumpkins; that indicated there was a village within about 100 or 200 blocks, so I continued on my way for another two hours or so.

"My poor little feet hurt!! I want to sit down, I want my Mwami!! WAAAA" —Yeah, I was grumbling to myself because no matter how much I walked, I couldn't find a village… until, out of nowhere, black smoke surrounded me and a notification popped up, making me scream and land hard on my butt— "AHHHHHHH WHAT IS THAAAT!!? I'M TOO YOUNG TO GO TO HELL! DEAR GOD, FORGIVE ME FOR STEALING THOSE CHIPS!" —I was busy repenting for all my sins until the smoke cleared; when I opened my eyes, I was all alone, and a little bunny passing by was staring at me with its head tilted to the side—

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"Uhh, pfft, of course I didn't get scared—pfft, not at all!" I said, standing up and brushing off my backside. "Ugh… whatever…" I sat down under a tree and turned on my phone, looking for the notification.

First Impression

First impression? Of whom or what? —I asked aloud— Hmm, I think I can see what this is about.

First impression

he caught the obsessed individual's attention, instantly becoming the object of his fascination.

"The obsessed one?" I said out loud without thinking. "Who is it…? And they're obsessed with me?! OMG, I've got someone obsessed with me, just like in my visual novels! Yay, finally!" While I was celebrating this… some people—or entities—were spying on me.

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Is she a fucking moron or what the hell? She literally has ????? after her! Damn it… humans are such imbeciles when it comes to things like that… —stands up— Let's go join the others and talk about what we're going to do with that human… —says as he vanishes into black smoke, causing the others to disappear along with him—

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After walking for another hour, I finally reached the village! — I finally found the village! I’ve spent hours—days—looking for one!

I quickly mingled with the villagers, who were looking at me with puzzlement, until I saw the golem—and HOLY SHIT… he is fine! But… why is he shaped like a human…? Wait, now that I look closely… they all look human… what the hell…? —I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone speak to me—

Hey there, Player! Are you lost? Do you need healing or something? I can show you around the village if you like! There aren't many of us, but we're friendly to everyone! Come on, I'll introduce you! My name's Clark, by the way! —the boy said, pulling me along to introduce me to everyone—

Hi! My name is Y/N; it's a pleasure to meet you all!....

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Sorry it's short! I had a family issue and couldn't finish or upload it, but it's done now! So enjoy! And if I missed any horror mod—or anything else—you'd like me to ship with the protagonist, let me know! It's late here, and I've been changing and writing everything since 9 PM… anyway, get some rest! Remember to follow me on Wattpad! I post little things there too! That's all for now! Good afternoon/evening/morning! Oh, right—sorry if the translation is off; as I mentioned, I don't speak English very well, but I'm learning so I can translate it myself!