#Boy would Cauldron’s faces be fucking RED

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It’s supposedly to show that Taylor has become no better than Alexandria, willing to do anything if it means “saving humanity.”

Because she’s terrified that literally anyone could be the one Jack interacts with and causes the end of the world. I mean, she would’ve thrown hands with Eidolon because she has absolutely no idea who it could be. (My money was on Taylor, for the record.)

Sparing the baby from eternal torture would be a valid justification, but Taylor thinks that the woman who was undergoing an eternity of torture should have kept her damn mouth shut. So I doubt she was thinking of sparing Aster from that.

I didn't expect the baby shooting to happen so casually. And not much explanation to why. So she wouldn't come under Gray Boy's power? Or maybe there is more I missed or that is coming.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Being Kidnapped HC (ft. poly!Mates Bat Boys)

Warnings: I’m on a bat boys kick 🙃 has nothing to do with the fact that i'm missing my ex and now just want a strong male (or three) to take care of me lol, blood mentioned, violence, protective boys, polyamorous, drugged reader (faebane)

Summary: Bat Boys rescue their mate

It’s bound to happen

No matter your own power, there will always be others in Prythian who think kidnapping you will give them some sort of leverage over your winged mates

Others kidnap you to experiment on you. Why is it that the Cauldron gifted you three mates? Many wanted to know what made you different than the other fae who only have one mate

Whatever reason they had, it kept you constantly on your toes when you didn’t have one of the boys by your side.

Even in Velaris you were always on guard. You could never be too careful

Many were close calls where you were able to escape

The worse cases were when the boys had to intervene

One of Az’s shadows always accompanied you everywhere you went. Finding you was never a problem for them. There was nowhere in the world they wouldn’t be able to find you

That always set whatever worry you may have at ease

What you never looked forward to was the bloodshed that would follow

“Just take me back. Take me back and I’m sure you’ll be forgiven.” You’d try to talk your captor out of whatever plan they had in store for you. Give them a chance to change their minds.

Usually that earned you a slap across your face and vile words thrown your way

You’d have no choice but to sit back and attempt once more to pull at your restraints. Faebane still flowed in your system. There was no way you could use your magic, let alone your strength.

No way to telepathically contact your mates because of the Faebane

But you can feel the comforting coiling of Az’s shadow around your wrist

And slowly, the shadowsinger appears in the room you are kept captive

The guards assigned to watch you are easily killed by Azriel who doesn’t bother looking at them. Concerned eyes concentrated on you. “Are you alright, sweetling?” He frees you from your shackles and cups your cheeks in his scarred hands. Something dark flickers in his eyes when he spots the red mark on your face from where one of your captors had slapped you.

You could hear the sound of battle going on the other side of the. Well, mainly screams as your fae captors were torn limb from limb by Rhys and Cassian.

The splattering of blood against stone walls hits your ears. You can only imagine the carnage

They tried to shield you from most of the violence but you knew that this offense would not be taken lightly from your mates. Only seeing red and hungry for the flesh of whoever dared to lay an aggressive hand on you.

When quiet finally reined, the door opens to reveal Cassian. Wordlessly, Azriel hands you over to Cassian's strong arms. You don't care that he's covered in blood and gore. He's smiling widely at you.

"Sorry we took so long." Cassian would apologize and hold you closely to his barrel chest. He cocks his head over to the doorway. "Rhys has the boss. I'm sure he'd appreciate your help with him."

Azriel, like always, leaves you with a kiss to the cheek before he leaves.

"Shit, they really banged you around. . ." You catch Cassian curse under his breath.

"Nothing I can't handle." It wasn't the worse abuse you'd been dealt with. "Their punches were as light as a feather."

Snorting, Cassian places his lips against your brow. "You wanna go watch the interrogation?"

"Fuck yeah I do."

Just because you were accustomed to it, didn't mean you wouldn't be petty as fuck

later when they got you home, Rhysand refused to let you out of his arms. You were cleaned up on his lap. Rhysand had a few specks of blood on his face that he didn't bother to wipe away. When you take it upon yourself to reach up and clean it, he turns his face into your palm and kisses your fingers.

Safe and sound, surrounded by your bat boys.

[hp-hcs]

(he/him pronouns) would you be interested in writing a more dominant darling/a darling who's a top? i see so often where darlings are bottoms or submissive, but i think it be so interesting to see how delighted characters like enzo would be when his darling finally just responds to him and even takes the reigns. i think you write him as someone more subtle and less obvious in his use of force towards getting the darling to respond, so i think he'd be one of the most overjoyed if his darling was to react in a way he never expected (though it's very, very welcomed)

(i'm focusing more on enzo here since i find him most interesting, but if you'd like to include other characters, i wouldn't mind) nsfw or spicy-adjacent please! men who whimper are just exquisite and it is a need to spread this agenda. there's nothing to avoid here, throw in whatever you see fit: gore, alcohol, cursing, smoking, have your fun!

OHOHOHOOH HOLY SHIT YES

• smut • shut up — yandere! submissive! enzo berkshire x male! dominant! reader

he’s my little sweetie pie and/or bitch

warnings: dubcon—sexual acts performed under the influence of alcohol, amab anatomy for reader, oral sex (performed on reader), light/moderate yandere behaviors, dominant/submissive roles, pet names, degradation (not really) & praise

guess what! i actually wrote semi-okay (?) smut for once! and it’s actually kind of descriptive this time!

⛔️ smut ahead! MDNI! ⛔️

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“Okay, it calls for…two sprigs of box elder next,” your project partner and general nuisance Enzo Berkshire read aloud from the Potions textbook. He dug through the sachet of ingredients and pulled out a cluster of leaves, holding them out to you and shooting you a winning smile. “I picked these for you, handsome.”

You looked up from where you were stirring the cauldron with a bored expression. “That’s poison ivy.”

Berkshire dropped the leaves with a startled sound, hastily wiping his fingers on his robes.

You just rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fucking dumbass.”

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“Y/n!”

You turned around, startled. Enzo waved cheerily at you with that big dumb stupid grin on his big dumb stupid face.

“Berkshire, I mean this in the nicest way possible. How the fuck did you know where I was?”

“Oh, you always go to Hogsmeade at noon on Sundays!”

“Dude, why the fuck do you know that?”

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“What the hell were you doing?”

You turned around at the demanding voice and insistent tugging on your sleeve.

Enzo Berkshire was glowering behind you, his arms crossed over his chest and a red solo cup in hand.

“Wh- oh, it’s you,” you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you talking to Nott?” The scent of alcohol was thick on his breath, although you weren’t really much better.

You scoffed. “Because I can?”

“Well, I don’t like it,” he sneered. “He’s a fuckboy. He’ll break your heart.”

“And? I can make my own decisions.”

“No you can’t!” He snapped, crowding further into your space. No one else at the crowded common room party even seemed to notice this mild squabble.

You opened your mouth to retort when he grabbed your sleeve again and stumbled down the hall to his dorm, dragging you along with him despite your halfhearted protests.

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The door had barely clicked shut before you shoved him up against the wall.

He flinched back at the suddenness of your reaction, scrambling for anything to hold onto to regain his balance. “Wh-”

“Okay, I’m only going to say this once, so listen up,” your voice dropped to a deadly low tone and your grip on him tightened in warning. “Leave. Me. Alone.”

Enzo’s eyes widened and he whimpered.

You paused at the sound, an eyebrow quirking up.

“Did you seriously just fucking whimper?”

His cheeks turned bright red and he looked away.

You guided his gaze back toward yours with a firm hand on his jaw. “I asked you a question.”

Enzo swallowed nervously, his eyes darting around before he nodded slightly.

“Words.”

“Y-yes,” his voice cracked halfway through the word.

“Good boy,” you said sarcastically, releasing your grip on him and trying to ignore the way that your own cheeks flushed.

He whimpered again, his hands instinctively reaching out for you as you moved away. “No, wait-”

That did it for you. The combination of teenage stupidity, alcohol, and the little noises he made created a Molotov cocktail of lowered inhibitions.

Kaboom.

Without thinking, you cut him off with a searing kiss and shoved him back against the wall again.

He whined softly, his hands pawing frantically at your chest and trying to drag you closer by the tight grip he had on your shirt.

You smacked his hands away, pinning them up against the wall with a tight grip on his wrists.

You split apart, both breathing heavily. His cheeks were flushed a bright red and he looked quite startled—either by your reaction or his own, you couldn’t quite tell.

“Uh-” Enzo cleared his throat, trying desperately to regain control of the situation. “S-so you do like me! I knew it!”

You rolled your eyes, your hands releasing their grip on his wrists and wandering down to his hips. “Shut up.”

He grinned cheekily, his eyes narrowing in a (poor) attempt at seduction. “Oh yeah? Tell me, would I be coming off too strong if I asked you to get on your knees for me, darlin’?”

You snickered.

His over-confident smirk faltered at the sound.

“Oh no…darlin’.” you grinned shrewdly, drawing your hands back. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”

You punctuated your point with two heavy hands on his shoulders, firmly guiding him downwards.

Enzo made a startled noise and went down surprisingly easily. He kneeled down at your feet without a second thought and rested his hands on your thighs, looking up at you with blown wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

You petted the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair in a patronizing way—like he was nothing more than a dog.

“What, not much of a big-talker now?”

He gulped.

You caressed Enzo’s cheek, running your thumb along his cheekbone. “Go on, pup. Why don’t you make me feel good, hm?”

You could physically see his pupils dilate at the nickname. His hands scrambled to unfasten the button of your trousers, yanking them down mid-thigh.

You drew in a sharp breath, caught off guard by his enthusiasm.

Enzo wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around the base of your dick. He licked a long stripe up it, promptly wrapping his mouth around it and looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes and fluttering lashes.

“Shit- fuck- so fuckin’ good, babe. S-so good for me,” you gasped, carding your fingers through his hair.

He moaned softly around you at the praise, the vibrations from which sent sparks dancing up your spine.

“Merlin- darlin’, y-you-” your free hand shot forward to grip onto the wall behind him, keeping you steady as your legs shook.

Invigorated by the obvious effect he was having on you, Enzo redoubled his efforts to bring you to your breaking point.

It didn’t take long.

With only your hand tightening in his hair as a warning, your orgasm hit you like a truck. You could’ve sworn your vision went white for a second.

As soon as you regained your bearings, you yanked him up by the front of his shirt and immediately kissed him with a “good boy” mumbled against his lips. His hips bucked frantically against your hip and he let out a pleading whine.

You shushed him softly with a kiss pressed against the base of his throat, your fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt.

Your hand dove into his trousers the second you got the button undone, your fingers wrapping around his dick with no further preamble.

Enzo whined, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and holding onto your shoulders with trembling fingers.

“Oh? Is all this for me, pup?” You teased softly, your hand beginning to move in a fast but steady rhythm.

At his sweet and quiet moan, you kissed the spot where his jaw curved behind his ear.

He full on whimpered yet again.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to last long.

His fingers began to dig into your shoulders as he clung to you for support. “Y/- oh, Y/n- I’m gonna-”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.”

His body shook and quivered under your touch as he fell apart with a high pitched whine. He clung onto your shoulders as his legs threatened to give out from underneath him.

You quickly grabbed onto his waist to steady him, his breath coming out in short pants.

“You’re okay, you’re alright. Deep breath…that’s it, good boy,” you mumbled reassuringly, tracing a random pattern with your fingers into his hip.

He huffed out a laugh as his breathing slowly returned to normal. “Aww, look at you being all sweet and cute. Big tough guy with a heart of gold.”

“I see you’re still an ass, Berkshire.”

“I get the feeling you love my ass, L/n.”

“…shut up.”

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Eris Week Day 7 - Free Day

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Happy Day 7 of @erisweek2023. It is a double post day. 💙

Summary - Ophelia Archeron, the youngest of the Archeron sisters, is forced to meet with Eris and the Batboys, causing her to miss a day in the Summer Court with Amren That doesn't stop her from finding some fun in the water, though.

Warnings - Giving into intrusive thoughts and kissing strangers, OC tries to do the math for angles and trajectory, but the brains behind the OC hates math, angles, and formulations OC's thoughts are choatic and all over the place. Ophelia is an OC one of my close RL friend's asked for. She had wanted to know how sophisticated Eris would have handled a wild and carefree OC, so she has a few hidden pieces from me based on our book club coffee dates, but she said I could share this one. Also, she was listening to Geronimo by Sheppard when she asked me to write this.

Word count - 1203

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"I don't know what the Littlest Archeron is thinking, but I would consider speaking with her, Rhysand." I continued staring through the red-haired heir of Autumn, grinning at the close distance from the edge of the waterfall he was. This wasn't a great first impression, but I really didn't care.

If I just get a good running start and jump….. 

I felt Rhysand's eyes drift to me again before refocusing on the important meeting he and the other two bat boys had brought me to.

Azriel had ignored my protests, arguments, and pleads for Nesta to go instead of me. I understood the whole seeing and ripping people's souls was a rare gift, and Rhysand was always super excited to try to use to intimidate people, but I had been promised a day in the sun and surf with Amren. I was missing Tarquin, and Tarquin's beautiful beaches, and oceans for this.

He's approximately 2 feet from the ledge. If I hit him running fast enough, we would land approximately… far away from any potential rocks. Maybe. 

Azriel looked over at me with his eyes narrowed as he watched me do math on my fingers. Eris also began to narrow his eyes at Rhysand. Cassian, though? His smile had grown. Being the bat I had spent the most time with, he knew the second I saw Eris on that ledge overlooking the waterfall, exactly what I was thinking.

Do I yell "Geronimo?" No. That'd be dumb. Focus, Ophelia. 

Eris took a step closer to the ledge and made eye contact with me for the first time. For a brief second the aloof higher than thou expression left his face in favor of something softer. The conversation between him and Rhysand came to a full pause. Rhysand  was holding back his grin the best he could while trying not to laugh as he entered my mind and quickly left after figuring out what I was thinking. I felt Azriel's shadows begin to steal my hidden daggers. 

Maybe I should make sure I land first so he doesn't potentially get hurt. Lucien would laugh at that, though. And Lucien's laugh is my favorite.

Rhysand began the conversation again with his eyes meeting mine every so often. Mischief was shining in them like the reflection of the sun on the waterfall. It was almost as if he was daring me to do it.

Am I even fast enough to do this? I'm totally fast enough. Cassian makes me run everyday. I can do this. 

"Enough! What is the little brat plotting?" Eris began to glare and move another step away from me. A few inches. 4 inches was maybe all that remained between him and that ledge. "I swear on the Cauldron itself, if you so much as look at my soul, I will -"

Fuck it.

I didn't hear the rest of Eris's threat as I broke into a full sprint directly at him. I jumped straddling his torso, effectively pushing him back hard enough for us to fall off the ledge. I felt his arms grab onto me tightly as we fell. Something inside of me snapped as he placed a hand on my head and cradled me for my protection.

His hands are so warm. He'd be wonderful to snuggle. This should be terrifying. Wait. He's laughing. Eris is laughing.

The collision with the pool of water came before I could process the sound of his deep laughter or even brace myself for how badly this could hurt. I felt him grab my hand in the cold, deep waters swimming us to the surface. When we emerged, he pulled me to him by my waist. He was smiling, and I felt myself melt under his gaze. His amber eyes searched my blue ones before he began to laugh again.

No one should look this perfect with hair stuck to their face.

Laughter rang from the ledge above us. Eris and I both looked up to see the bat boys leaned over the ledge. Cassian had his head thrown back, "Did you see his face?!" 

Rhys was smirking down at us, "You never said she couldn't physically attack you, Eris!"

Azriel was shaking his head trying to hide his amusement, "You know, Ophelia, if you wanted Eris to take you for a swim, you could have nicely asked."

I heard Eris hum next to me as his warm arm kept me close to him by my waist, "Ophelia. So the Littlest Cauldron Made does have a name."

My brain desprstely wanted to respond. To answer him and talk to him, but shadows and light dancing had caught my attention. The waterfall seemed to sparkle from down here against a dark background. What's BEHIND the waterfall?

I wiggled from his grasp before ducking back under the waterfall. I surfaced in a small cove and pulled myself up onto the rock. Eris appeared behind me and pulled himself up on the rock beside me. I heard Rhys yell for me before seeing two winged males land on the bank across the water. Rhys appeared beside them seconds later.

He's so warm. 

I felt a hand come to my chin as Eris moved my face to look at him. "Well, little Archeron, do you have something to say for yourself?" I followed the glittering silver thread that attached Eris and I at the heart. I felt it tug, so I tugged it back causing warmth to spread throughout my body and soul. A soft smile came to his face. The hand on my chin moved to the back of my head. Inches separated my lips from his.

Can he feel my heartbeat? Is my face getting really red? Is he about to kiss me?

"I can, yes, and only if you want me to." My eyes widened at the sound of his voice. "Mating bond," his voice was soft and warm as his other hand came, and his thumb began to brush my lower lip. The intensity of his stare began to set my soul alight. 

Kiss me.

He pulled me to him the second the thought came. His lips were as warm as the rest of his body and so soft. I sighed deeply as he deepened the kiss and pulled me onto his lap. My hands came to his face, holding him to me. We broke apart at the sound of Rhysand yelling for me again.

"It would appear that big brother is no longer enjoying your antics."

My only response was to kiss him again. I felt my legs wrap around his waist as we sat chest to chest. He took control and dominance over the kiss quickly. One hand tangled into my soaking hair, and the other held me around my waist, locking me where he wanted me. A shadow pulled me from Eris before taking me to Rhysand leaving Eris and Azriel alone in the small alcove. 

Rhysand snapped and changed me into dry leathers as he studied my face. I averted eye contact from him as a single brow raised. He stated softly, "You have got to be fucking joking."

Pain radiated down the bond, causing me to grip my jaw. Cassian's eyebrows shot up. He stared at Rhys, eyes slightly glazed over before muttering softly. "Ness is going to kill me."

Eris and Azriel appeared in front of the three of us. Eris was rubbing his jaw, smiling at me softly until a growl came from Az. Rhysand snapped his fingers to also give Eris dry clothing before leaning his head against a nearby tree. Eris smirked at me as the 3 Night Court males moved away to discuss the situation.

"Can we do it again?" I looked over at him, studying his red hair, angled face, and soft smile.

He rose his chin towards the ledge and looked my direction, "Jump from the waterfall?"

"No. Kiss."

Eris moved to me, a warm hand gently gripping my face and angling my head towards him, "I would kiss you until my dying breath left my body, Ophelia Archeron."

[thelov3lybookworm]

Caged In (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Day 3 : Masks

Summary: Lucien and his friend seem to be getting closer, more than any of them were prepared for.

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A/n: you didn't expect me to not write angst in this series, did you? 🤨

@lucienweekofficial

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Lucien's pov.

Lucien walked up to the bonfire, towards where Y/n had settled herself on a log of wood.

Six months ago, if someone had told him he'd be spending most of his time with someone from the inner circle, he would have laughed at them.

Now he wondered why he hadn't ever talked to his newest friend before he had helped her escape.

Because her brother would have carved your balls out if you had talked to her.

Fair enough, Lucien thought, but silenced the voice in his head nonetheless, and continued on with the hot chocolate he held in his hand.

Y/n had demanded that she wanted to drink hot chocolate, and so he had to bend to her needs.

I wonder if you would bend to her needs even in the bed–

Lucien shook his head, trying to clear it. He didn't need any stray thoughts, especially on a night when he was alone with Y/n.

I have a fucking mate, for cauldron's sake.

Never mind that his mate hadn't ever cared for him.

Jurian and Vassa had decided to take a trip to a nearby town, and they were going to stay there for the night. For what reason, Lucien didn't know. But he did know what Jurian was thinking of when he had wiggled his eyebrows at Lucien before they left.

Bastard.

Y/n turned at the sound of his boots crunching on the leaves, the fire casting half of her face in shadows. She gave him a sweet smile, reaching up for her cup of hot chocolate. He handed it to her, trying not to brush his fingers against hers, descending onto the log placed next to hers.

That meant he was out of touching distance of her, and he regretted not sitting right next to her. Because the night was cold, and some body heat would have been nice.

Keep telling yourself that. There's plenty of things that can keep you warm. The fire in front of you, the fire in your fucking veins–

Lucien sighed, taking a sip from his cup.

The two of them sat and drank in silence for some time, simply enjoying each other's company.

When he was almost finished, he spoke up, able to go only so long without hearing her beautiful voice.

"Do you know of the wood spirits?"

He knew he had her full attention when she angled her body towards him.

"What are those?"

"There's a story about a boy, who loved to play on the woods. He was found in the forest more often than in his house. People always warned him of the spirits. Apparently, the spirits live in forests, and they develop an attachment to people who spend too much time near them.

"One day, the boy fell sick, and didn't go into the woods. The wood spirits were mad, and they took him in the middle of the night from his bed. He was never seen again."

Y/n shifted closer, shuddering. "Where did you hear such things?"

"Kids in the autumn Court usually grow up listening to stories like these. I heard them from my nanny, as my mother thought they were not good for little kids. The nanny was quite old, and I always believed her when she told me of monsters under my bed."

She stared at him, wide eyed. "Who would do that to a young child!? Why would someone do that?"

Lucien laughed. "It was to simply keep me from going into the forest too much and potentially getting lost. Though I agree it was not the best way to do that."

Both of them finished their drinks after that in silence, though Y/n looked visibly stressed as she kept glancing around. He grinned softly, watching her. Her body tensing up at every small sound.

"Y/n?"

She jumped, glancing at him. At the sight of his grin, she flushed red. "Shut up."

His grin widened. "But I didn't say anything."

She grumbled under her breath, glancing around again.

It was fun seeing her like this.

And he was nowhere done scaring her.

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"And then you know what happened?" Lucien whispered.

"What?" She leaned forward, looking like she was fighting her inner instincts to run.

It had been hours of him just telling her about the stories he'd heard from his nanny and others, and he could practically scent Y/n's fear in the air.

"She was busy listening to her friend, not paying attention to her surroundings, when..."

"When?" She muttered back impatiently.

He told himself he was only trying to get her fear out of her as he grabbed hold of his magic, shaping the fire into a warm hand, and gently placed it onto Y/n shoulder.

She screamed, launching up from her seat. She turned to look at the place she'd just vacated, her chest heaving.

He laughed. For the first time in what felt like years, he laughed. Deep, belly laughs. And he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.

There was nothing but the sound of his laughter around them, and after a few moments, he slowed down a little, still grinning hard.

His eyes had shut in the process, and he blinked then open to find Y/n staring at him, her lips parted.

He blinked several times, his smile slowly fading as he kept staring back at her.

Had he done something wrong? Was she angry at him? Was he being too loud?

Yes. You are being too loud.

Lucien looked away from her, swallowing as guilt crept up his throat.

He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have scared her, and shouldn't have laughed.

Most of all, he shouldn't have let her in. He shouldn't have befriended Y/n. Because, fuck, she was making him shed all his protective masks. Making him forget who he was supposed to be, showing her all of who he was.

"Lucien?" She called softly, trying to get his attention. He did not look at her.

He heard the crunching of the dried leaves, coming closer to him. Still, he did not turn.

She sat down next to him. "Lucien. Look at me."

He finally did, though reluctantly. Warily.

"Do that again."

He blinked.

What?

"Do what again?"

"Laugh. Laugh again Lucien."

He huffed, turning to the fire. "Why?"

"I've never seen you laugh."

"I can't just laugh without any reason."

"So you are telling me you haven't had a reason to laugh in the past six– probably more– months?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

From his peripheral vision, he saw her watching him, doing nothing. But then she sighed. "Looks like I'll have to give you a reason to laugh then."

Before he could process what she was doing, she had pounced on him, stradling his lap and pushing him down onto his back. Her fingers began attacking his sides, and laughter once again poured from him.

"Y/n– Y/n please stop. Stop." He begged between bursts of laughter, to no avail.

She kept tickling him for what felt like hours, not stopping to even let him breathe.

When he was able to finally catch her wrists and stop her, he was out of breath.

She laid on top of him, grinning as he caught his breath.

"Let me go Lucien." She tugged on her hands.

He rose an eyebrow. "So you can tickle me again?"

Her grin widened. "I won't."

"I don't believe you." He snapped, but let her go when she tugged on her hand again.

She raised her hand up towards his face, and he tensed when he felt her fingers on his forehead, tenderly touching his scar.

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

She ignored him, continuing to run her fingers over his scar. He closed his eyes when she reached his eye.

"You are so beautiful."

"Y/n–"

"Shut up. Let me speak. You are so fucking beautiful, especially when you laugh. Why don't you laugh more often?"

"I don't know... just don't feel like it."

"Why don't you open up? Why don't you let someone in?" She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice barely audible. "Why don't you let me in? Why don't you let me see what's under the masks you wear?"

That was the last straw, and if she didn't stop, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. And that could simply not do.

His hand snapped up, clutching her wrist again as he opened his eyes.

There was barely a hairsbreadth of space between the two, and the emotions swirling in Y/n's eyes made something constrict in Lucien's chest.

His eyes dropped to her lips, then travelled back up with great difficulty. He cleared his throat.

"I think this is not an appropriate position to be in, my lady. Would you mind..."

She blinked, and the trance that the two of them were in broke. She scrambled to sit up, patting her hair down after she had settled back into the place next to Lucien. He sat up too, cursing himslef.

They sat there in awkward silence for some time as Lucien wondered how to get out of the situation.

She was still looking at him, her eyes searching his face. Lucien refused to meet her eyes. She reached her hand out, as if to grab his, and as fate would have it, they both spoke up at the same moment.

"Lucien–"

"Good night–"

She closed her mouth, staring at him. Her hand curled into a fist, and she pulled it back to rest on her lap. She nodded. "Good night."

Lucien glanced up, but now she had turned away, staring into the dying fire.

He swallowed down the urge to tell her all his deepest thoughts, fears and desires.

To beg for her forgiveness. He didn't know why though. He had done nothing wrong.

And so he stood, turning back towards the path that led back home. "Don't stay out for long." Then he added to try and lighten the situation. "Or the wood spirits might take a liking to you."

"Atleast they would not ignore me when I try to get them to open up." She muttered under her breath, and Lucien pretended not to hear her.

And then he did what he shouldn't have, the opposite of what his heart begged for.

He left her alone.

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Trust Him Like a Brother AO3

Ginny was excited that her mum met someone new after her dad died, but she did not realize that meant she would have to deal with Harry Potter being her new soon-to-be step-brother.

Written for Reputation Era of SeveralSunlitDaylights and for @takearisk-ao3 who supported me writing this shamelessly

if it makes you feel better, Harry and Ginny aren't step-siblings yet

July was unbearably hot. Unusually hot. And if Ginny were at the Burrow, she would go down to the pond, dip her toes into the water, and even, after assuring that no one was near her, strip off her clothes and take a dip.

But Ginny was not at the Burrow. Instead she was holed up in her brand new bedroom at her mum’s new fiance’s manor. 

The whole thing was ridiculous. 

Arthur Weasley died in an unfortunate accident that Ginny did not want to talk about when she was 11 years old. Molly Weasley had grieved for years, until she joined a widow support group where she happened to meet her brand new fiance.

Lily Potter.

Ginny hardly knew her because she was off at Hogwarts while her mum was going on dates with the tall, green-eyed, red-haired witch. And before she knew it, she received an owl from her mum that she was engaged, and they would move into the old Potter Manor instead of the Burrow during the summer. 

Don’t get it wrong, Ginny liked Lily. A lot really. She liked how she joked that this old Pureblood Manor was now owned by a bisexual, muggleborn witch. She liked how she worked so many puns into her conversations. She especially liked how Lily would make her mum smile.

What she didn’t love about Lily Potter was her barely of age son who lived in the bedroom next to hers. Who shared a bathroom with her. 

Harry. James. Potter.

Ugh. Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of his name. 

Everything about him annoyed her. The way he insisted on racing her on his brand new Firebolt whenever she was taking a leisurely flight. They way he ruined her favorite Weird Sisters songs by belting them poorly in the shower. The way he stole her olives off her plate at dinner, even if she was not going to eat them in the first place. The way his bright, green eyes caught hers whenever his mum said something cheesy, yet hilarious. And the way his jaw line-

She was getting carried away, but he was infuriating.

Just to drive the point home how infuriating he is, Harry was currently ruining the Weird Sisters’ newesting single, Graveyard Shift, during his way too long of a shower. 

“Will you shut up?” Ginny yelled at the wall, banging on it to emphasize her point.

Harry’s voice only got louder. “I’m haunted by the way we kissed, stuck working the Graveyard Shift.”

“Fucking hell,” Ginny muttered under her breath. She probably would not have enough time to shower before they were supposed to meet her classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, so she cast a quick Scourgify on herself. 

“Do you not like my voice?” Someone asked. Harry leaned against her bathroom door frame, towel wrapped casually around his waist, his jet-black hair dripping beads of water down his face. 

Ginny cleared her throat, “I’m surprised the boys at Ilvermorny did not cast a permanent silencing charm on you to get you to shut up.”

“The boys at Ilvermorny didn’t have as big of a reaction to me as you do,” Harry said, smirking at her. “And I like getting a reaction out of you.” Harry shook his head, cascading water droplets all over her to emphasize his point.

“Stop-”

Her bedroom door sprung open with a thud. 

“Hey Ginny! Do you happen to have any spare perfume? I forgot to spray myself before leaving home and Ron said you might have some. Oh, hello!” Lavender Brown said all in one breath. Her eyes darted between Ginny and Harry who at least had the audacity to look somewhat embarrassed meeting someone in just a towel.

Ginny went over to her nightstand and directly handed Lavender her floral perfume, not trusting her to catch anything if she threw it at her.

“Thanks, Ginny!” Lavender said, spraying an obscene amount of perfume on herself. “Sorry for interrupting,” she said with a wink before closing the door behind her.

Ginny took a moment to stare up at the ceiling before braving to turn back to the half naked man standing in her bedroom. “Sorry about her.”

“Ron’s girlfriend, I assume?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Ginny replied. “She is not too bad if you get to know her. She has calmed down a lot since when they first started dating. Mainly because she finally realized that Ron’s best friend, Hermione, was not actually trying to sleep with her man.”

Harry carted his fingers through his wet hair, “Actually, that is why I am in here. I was hoping you could help introduce me to everyone tonight. I really only know Ron, because of the whole soon-to-be-step-brother thing, and just a few of the other guys who are in the Auror training program with us.” 

“So you want me to babysit you all night long?” Ginny asked.

Harry let out a small laugh, “I’m older than you, shouldn’t I be the one babysitting you?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Go get dressed, Potter. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

In the kitchen, her mum and Lily were standing at the stove together, swaying to an old Celestina Warbeck song. The sweet sight was ruined by Ron and Lavender snogging around the corner. Ginny grabbed a dishrag off of the counter and threw it at Ron, hitting him square in the back of the head. 

“Do you two ever not do that?” Ginny asked. 

Ron ignored her, giving her the middle finger as he continued to suck on his girlfriend’s face. 

Harry bounded down the steps a few seconds later, “Ron, mate, you got to let the girl breathe.”

Ron detached himself from Lavender’s face with a gross squelch sound, “Fuck, man, not you too.”

“What can I say, Ginny is a bad influence,” Harry smiled over at her. 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. We are already late.” 

“Have fun tonight, everyone!” Lily Potter’s voice called from the kitchen. 

“And please send us a patronus if you need any help. I don’t want to have to pick anyone up from the Auror holding cell tonight,” Mum added. 

“But if you do, make sure it was because you did something funny!” Lily called back. Molly let out a shock gasp before breaking into a fit of giggles at her fiance’s joke.

Harry caught her eye and grinned. 

“Ew.” Ron said, “Let’s go before they flirt even more.”

The Leaky Cauldron was packed by the time they all arrived. The majority of Ron’s class was here and a good chunk of her class was present as well. 

“Hermione says she has a table in the back!” Lavender shouted over the music, grabbing Ron’s hand and dragging him behind her. Ginny followed closely behind, Harry kept a hand pressed into her back to not get washed away with the crowd.  

Ginny saw Luna first, although she was hard to miss, standing on top of a stool waving both hands at the four of them pushing their way through the crowd. Hermione sat next to her, hands gripping onto Luna’s legs preventing her from toppling over.

“Luna, please be careful,” Hermione begged, pulling her girlfriend carefully down. 

Luna ran around the table and crashed into Ginny, giving her a bone crushing hug. “So good to see you!” Luna shouted. She turned and immediately crushed Harry in a hug. 

“Oh, erm, Hi.” Harry stuttered.

Ginny laughed at Harry’s obvious discomfort. “This is Luna. My best friend, and Hermione’s girlfriend.”

Luna let go of Harry, she gave him a curious look before announcing, “Your head is full of nargles.” Luna turned to give Lavender and Ron their hugs.

Harry turned to Ginny, facing away from the strange blonde, “What’s a nargle?”

“Don’t ask,” Ginny replied, shaking her head at her friend’s creatures.

Hermione reached across the table to shake Harry’s hand, “I’m Hermione. Ron and Ginny have told me so much about you.”

Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, pulling her flush against his body. “All nice things from Ginny, I’m sure.” 

Ginny elbowed Harry, pulling away from his warmth and ignoring the swoop in her gut. “I don’t know what she is talking about, I do not talk about you.”

“Whatever you say,” Harry teased, rubbing the spot that Ginny’s elbow hit. 

Hermione ignored both of them and continued on, “I heard you went to Ilvermorny, tell me all about it!”

The six of them discussed their life at school, and the differences between Hogwarts and the American school. Begrudgingly, Ginny admitted to herself how well Harry fit into the group.

“Quidditch at Ilvermorny is obviously more intense because we don’t just compete against the house teams, we also compete against the other American schools in the National Championship,” Harry stated smugly, taking a long drink of his butterbeer. 

“That is not true!” Ginny cried, smacking her hand on the table, sloshing her own drink in the process. “Ilvermorny Central only has two house teams that compete against each other so automatically you have a 50% chance of making the championship! Hogwarts you at least compete against three teams. And it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, it matters how much you win or lose by to claim the Quidditch cup!”

Harry set his mug down, a grin dancing across his face, “So if the points are the only thing that matters, then the seeker must be the most important player on the pitch. Right?”

Ginny threw up her hands in frustration, “We are not having this argument again. I, alone, have scored more than 150 points in a game.”

Ron downed his drink in a gulp, “Well, I am going to go to the bathroom.” He stood abruptly, shifting his pants. 

Ginny took a deep breath and counted down from ten in her brain. 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6

Harry’s knees nudged her under the table.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

“I need to go to the bathroom too!” Lavender announced to the table, scurrying off after her boyfriend.

“Subtle!” Hermione called after her.

“Nothing was subtle about that. Did you see all of the nargles swarming around both of their heads? They almost had as many nargles floating around their heads as Harry and Ginny do,” Luna said in a sing-song voice.

“Luna!” Hermione cried, “You can’t use your mythical creatures to call out people like that!”

Luna swirled her Gillywater in her glass, “I am not calling anything out. I am just making careful observations that most witches and wizards would rather ignore,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“Do they always fight like this?” Harry asked, lips inches away from her ear. 

Ginny turned in her stool so her back was faced to Hermione and Luna, her knees pressed into Harry’s. She leaned forward so she was facing Harry head on. Nose inches from his nose. “This isn’t fighting for them. It’s foreplay,” Ginny said. 

They both turned back to the couple. One of Hermione’s hands was flying throughout the air as she was explaining the unlikely ability that Nargles existed in London during the summertime, while her other hand was creeping slowly up Luna’s thigh. Luna for her part just stared dreamingly at Hermione.

“I think we should continue this debate at home, Mione,” Luna said.

Hermione’s cheeks turned pink, “We probably should. See you two later. Say bye to Won-Won and Lav-Lav for us!” Hermione said, tugging Luna towards the door.

“Subtle!” Ginny called after them.

“Hey,” Harry said, knees pressed up against hers again, “Sorry for insinuating that I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

Ginny reached forward and grabbed Harry’s hand on the table, “Thank you,” she said dramatically, “because we both know I am better than you.”

She expected Harry to throw his head back and laugh at her, but he kept her gaze, eyes sparkling at her. His thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. Ginny felt cornish pixies flutter in her stomach.

“I need a drink,” She said, standing immediately, making her way to the bar.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Her brain chanted at her. He is going to be your step brother in a month! She scolded herself.

But you aren’t related. Another part of her brain said. And there are many purebloods out their who have performed worse acts of incest than crushing on a soon-to-be stepsibling. 

“You look thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?” A voice said, breaking her out of her internal battle. A man with sandy hair, brown eyes, not too much taller than her leaned ever so casually against the bar. 

Ginny smiled at the stranger, “Yes, please.” He was a distraction. A perfect distraction from jet black hair, green eyes, and a toned abdomen that looked so brilliant in just a towel. 

“I’m Jacob,” the man said, passing her a glass full of some smokey pink drink.

“Ginny.”

“Well, Ginny,” Jacob said, smiling at her, “Cheers!”

Ginny clinked her glass with Jacob’s and took a sip. Warmth of the drink flooded her senses. Her insides ignited, and when she looked back up at Jacob he was haloed in a warm glow. 

He was more than the perfect distraction. Jacob was perfect.

She slowly brought her glass to her lips again to take another sip, but it was knocked out of her hands before she got the chance.

Harry stood next to her, eyes murderous. He was not looking at her, but rather he was glaring at Jacob. 

“Hey what the fuck, man!” Jacob cried out. His voice sounded so regal. Ginny swooned at the sound. 

Harry turned back to her, “Did you drink what he gave you?” He asked, voiced terrified.

“Yes,” She said, pushing past Harry, stepping closer to Jacob and his warmth. “Jacob is so sweet, and bought me a drink. So I drank it! He is so perfect.”

Harry stepped between her and Jacob, his back pressed against her. He lowered his head to look Jacob directly in the eye, “You better fuck off right now, and if you ever touch her again, it will be the last thing you ever do,” Harry said in a low voice.

Jacob got the hint and scurried off. Ginny tried to follow after him, but Harry grabbed her arm, pulling her close to his chest, “You’re coming with me.”

Ginny pulled her arm free from Harry’s grasp, “But I don’t want to!”

In one fluid motion, Harry swooped Ginny up and over his shoulder and carried her out of the bar. Her face smacked directly into his arse. 

“You. Are. An. Arse!” Ginny shouted, emphasizing each word.

“An arse that just saved yours,” Harry grunted, shifting Ginny’s weight.

"I already have six older brothers to be overprotective, I don't need another one!” Ginny shouted, kicking her legs against Harry, trying to break free. 

"Good thing I don't want you to treat me like a brother,” Harry retorted.

Ginny’s legs stilled, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” Harry replied shortly.

Ginny lifted her head so she wasn’t staring at Harry’s backside. Diagon Alley was empty at this time of night, the only lights coming from the Leaky Cauldron and the dim street lamps of Knockturn Alley. The sound of Harry’s footsteps on the cobblestone echoed through the night.  

Harry stopped, shifting Ginny so he could pull his wand out of his pocket. He tapped his wand in a pattern on the brick, unlocking the door.

“Why the fuck are we here?” Ginny asked.

“Because,” Harry grunted, carrying her through the door to Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes, “That dickhead gave you a love potion that he likely got from your brothers. Which means, your brothers also likely have the antidote.”

Ginny wriggled, trying to break free from Harry’s grasp. “He did not give me a love potion! You’re just jealous because he has perfect sandy hair and warm brown eyes and all you have is night-black hair and stupidly, bright green eyes.” 

Suddenly, her world turned upside down as Harry threw her off his shoulder and onto the ground. 

“Stay.” 

Harry turned his back to her, heading over to the WonderWitch area of the store, searching for the love potion antidote that she did not need. Slowly, she got to her feet, planning to make a break for it back to Jacob. Her world came crashing back down as she landed face first on the filthy floor.

Her brothers really should mop.

Rope bound tightly around her ankles preventing her from running. She used her arms to pull herself up. Maybe she could hop to Jacob. Rope flew across the room, binding her hands together too. 

“Let me go!” Ginny shouted at Harry.

“Only after you drink this,” Harry replied, a tiny vial of liquid in his hands. Lover’s Antidote written in cursive font on the front. 

Ginny tightly closed her lips, shaking her head no. 

“Ginny, please,” Harry begged. 

She stuttered for a second, wanting to make Harry happy. Then she remembered that he wanted her to stop trying to go after Jacob and she did not like that. With her bound hands, she tried pushing herself up, but Harry was quicker than she was. He wrestled her down, straddled her hips, keeping her pressed to the ground.

“Open,” Harry said.

Ginny did, opening her mouth wide for him, tilting her chin and arching her back up. She didn’t understand why in this position, with Harry’s weight pressed into her, that she would listen to him. That she would forget about what's-his-name, and her only thoughts being Harry.

With shaking hands, Harry tipped the potion down her throat, and she swallowed. Slowly, her senses cooled, and her wit returned.

“That fucker love-potioned me.”

Harry choked out a sound, halfway between a sigh of relief and laughter. “Good to have you back, Gin,” Harry said, grinning down at her. 

Ginny smiled back up at him, shifting her hips underneath him, trying to find some relief under the weight of him. She stilled when she felt something very hard, that could not possibly be his wand, because that was secured firmly in his right hand. 

Harry’s eyes widened, but he did not move off of her.

Slowly, Ginny rocked her hips up to meet him, daring him to make the next move. Either off of her and pretend this never happened or to thrust back into her. He hesitated a moment, but then Harry placed his arms balanced on either side of her, and rocked back into Ginny.

A shaky breath escaped her lips at the friction. 

“So, do you tie up all of the girls you shag?” Ginny asked, big, brown eyes batting up at him. 

Harry’s hand moved to Ginny’s tied up hands, pinning them above her head. “Only the girls that misbehave.” Harry leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Do you promise to behave, Gin?” Harry asked, thrusting into her again.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Good girl.” He twirled his wand, wordlessly untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

And then his lips crashed to hers. Hands exploring every inch of her body. His weight fully pressed on top of her now.

Her hands were shaking from holding back from him. She finally admitted to herself that she didn’t want him like a brother. She wanted him for so much more. And now she couldn’t hold back. Her hands were in his hair, and then under his shirt, and then undoing his belt. Needing every part of him.

Harry wasn’t careful with her. Leaving bruises along her jawline with his tongue. He found the hem of her shirt and yanked it off of her, uncaring if it ripped coming off. Hands immediately found the clasp of her bra, freeing her.

“Merlin, your tits are even better than I imagined,” Harry groaned, mouth licking down her sternum. 

Ginny arched herself into him as his tongue circled her nipple. “You dream about this often?” 

Harry came back up so his face was even with hers, “Every fucking day, Weasley.” 

His lips met hers once again. “I think about you when we fly together and the way your arse looks bent over the broom,” His hand grabbed her bum for emphasis.  “I think about you in the shower with me, your tits all sudsy with soap,” Harry said, kissing her breasts once again. “I think about you as I lie in my bed awake at night. Wondering how you taste,” he voiced, barely above a whisper. 

Excruciatingly slow, Harry pulled off her pants. He kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way back up before going over to the other thigh.

“Harry. Please,” Ginny moaned out.

“Anything for you,” Harry said, before diving in.

His tongue worked inside of her, hands tightly holding her hips in place. She felt warmth build as his tongue expertly worked on her clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” She chanted.

A long finger teased her entrance before plunging inside her. She needed him to finish her off, and she was so close to crossing that line. His fingers move quickly, pushing her closer to the edge, one she so desperately wants to be thrown over. He carried her up to the peak and pushed her over with one word.

“Come.” 

Suddenly, she was free-falling, tossed right over her edge into a blissful oblivion.

Harry worked his way back up to her, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. 

“Tasted better than I imagined,” he said into her lips.

Ginny pulled him into a crushing kiss. Heat pooling in her gut again. She pulled away, and stared into his green eyes, now dark with lust. 

“I need you.”

Harry stood to pull off his pants. Ginny crawled over to him, kneeling before his length. She kissed the inside of his thigh before licking the underside of his dick. She stood, meeting Harry in a fierce kiss. 

He picked her up in a fluid motion, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He set her down on the front counter. It was cold on her arse, but she could not care because Harry was teasing her entrance with his penis. Gradually, he entered her, inch by inch, filling her up. 

“Fuck,” Harry cried out. 

Ginny agreed with her entire being. With every thrust, Ginny saw stars. A galaxy of constellations blurred her vision as she felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the edge again. 

“Fuck, you fuck good,” Ginny moaned. Her heels pulled him impossibly deeper inside her. Her hands wrapped around his strong shoulders and her fingernails leaving scratches down his back. 

Harry let out a string of curses under his breath. His thrusts picked up speed, and Ginny knew that she would crash in any second. Harry’s fingers found her clit again, and with the increased pressure and deep thrust, she was gone. Exploding like a star, she came hard.

With a few more thrusts, Harry followed her cue. 

Ginny smiled up at him, “Come here,” she said, pulling Harry’s face to kiss her breathless. Harry’s lips eagerly met hers. With time, the kisses turned more lazy before they finally pulled away.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Harry said, breathless above her.

Ginny let out an uncharacteristic giggle, “You’re amazing.”

Harry let out a laugh that made Ginny’s entire insides curl with pleasure. “Here,” Harry said, offering her shirt back. 

“Just so you know,” Ginny said, pulling her shirt over her head, “I realized, I’ve been thinking about this almost every day too.”

Harry nearly tripped pulling his pants back on, “Really?”

“Really,” Ginny reassured, sliding off of the counter. 

“So what should I call you now? My fuck-buddy? My boyfriend? My brother?” Ginny teased. 

Harry cringed, “Maybe not that last one.” He spun her around so she was facing him again.

“Definitely, not the last one,” Ginny said before kissing him again.

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Eltamcien inspired by this meme!

“Let’s play nagas and vines,” Tamlin suggested. Lucien yawned. “I’m too lazy to pull out the boardgame,” he drawled, taking a swig of his wine. All of them were tipsy at this point; Elain’s sisters had already left as well as Tamlin’s sentries who had been invited to the party as well. “Uno?” Elain perked up tentatively. “What in the Cauldron is Uno?” Lucien scoffed. Elain turned pink. “We used to play it back home. It’s a card game,” she said quietly.

“Well, it doesn’t exist in Prythian,” Lucien replied. He leaned back against the wall, arms wrapped behind his head.

“What about Dawn Court checkers?” Tamlin asked. Lucien just gave Tamlin a Really? look, and Tamlin changed course. “Ok no. Pin the tail on the pixie? We’re fresh out of pixies. Duck duck goose? No that would be terrible in our inebriated states. Hide and seek? That’s all I can think of. Elain?”

“We could try each other’s clothes,” Elain suggested. “I’ve always wanted to try your armor, Lucien.” Elain fluttered her big brown eyes at him.

“As if you would fit,” Lucien replied with a chuckle. “For fuck’s sake, you two, start thinking creatively. I’m talking drinking games, not children’s games or family games. Seven times seven questions. High Lord says. Truth or Dare. Flameball. Actually no I forgot you two aren’t Autumn born. We could do Trivia. Or…ohhhh wait, I just thought of a good one!”

“What?” Tamlin and Elain asked.

Lucien smirked. “Let’s play rock, paper, scissors. Only in this version, if you use the same attack as the other person, you have to kiss…with tongue.”

Tamlin and Elain suddenly looked very serious about this silly game. “Kiss?” Elain squeaked, her hand going to her neck to clutch at the necklace there. A pearl one gifted by Lucien himself, actually. “Pretty necklace,” Lucien teased, looking at her hand placement. “Though not as pretty as the neck it’s on.” Elain turned beet red at his praise. Hah! The lady had pretended to be so set against him just months ago, and now look at her, blushing at his simplest compliments!

“Are we going to play or not?” Tamlin harrumphed. Lucien could not resist laughing at Tamlin’s expression . “Oh don’t be so grumpy, Tam,” he teased. “Otherwise I’ll be forced to kiss the frown away before the game has even begun.”

Tamlin turned equally crimson, stuttering, “That won’t be necessary- I mean, unless you want to-“

Lucien swallowed his mirth. Now he understood the seriousness of the game. However, he said nothing on that account, only joking, “Look at you two lovelies, wearing matching colors.” At that comment, Tamlin and Elain turned to each other, eyes narrowed and game faces on. Ohhhh, this might end in blood.

“You two go first and I’ll face the winner,” Lucien said lazily, grabbing the bottle to refill his wine. He took a sip but then choked, some wine spilling from the top as Tamlin and Elain began to argue.

“You cheated!” Elain accused Tamlin, pointing a long, elegant finger at him. “I saw you change yours as you noticed mine!”

“I did no such thing,” Tamlin snarled. “Let’s ask Lucien. Lucien, did you see me do any such thing?”

Lucien put his hands up. “I didn’t see anything; I was just trying to get more wine.” At their groans, Lucien sighed. “Oh for the love of the Mother, just do it again.” Elain let out a string of shockingly dirty cuss words under her breath before they played again. “Rock, paper, scissor, shoe!” Lucien checked their hands. Tamlin had rock, Elain scissors. “Looks like Tamlin wins,” Lucien observed. He crooked a finger at Tamlin. “Let’s dance, pretty boy.”

Elain looked furious. “So he gets rewarded for cheating,” she spat. She stood up and brushed her dress, looking like she was about to stomp away. Oh no. Lucien pushed Tamlin away.

“Ok, ok fine! Elain won the first one, Tamlin the second. Why don’t you two just kiss instead?” Lucien tried not to react at their scandalized expressions. “Oh come now, you two. It’s in the spirit of the game!” After a long minute of glaring at each other, Tamlin very hesitantly placed a hand on Elain’s cheek. Elain wrapped her arms around his neck equally slowly. The scene might have been interpreted as sexual and romantic tension if Lucien didn’t know they’d both much rather be kissing somebody else.

They finally placed their mouths against each other, moving so slowly that Lucien, just to be an ass, yawned. “More tongue!” he yelled at them. “You’re putting me to sleep!” At his remark, they went from 0 to 100, kissing like they were fighting for dominance. Lots of biting and hair pulling. Lucien grinned. “Much better,” he said appreciatively, whistling at them. “Now play again.” The two of them pulled apart, gasping, both of their lips swollen. When they chanted rock paper scissors, they slammed their hand against their other palm far harder than was necessary.

Elain whooped when her scissors cut into Tamlin’s paper. “Take that, cheater!” she cried smugly, tossing her hair into Tamlin’s face before crawling towards Lucien. Tamlin grumbled something too quietly for Lucien to hear. Lucien gave Elain a winning smile. She grinned back broadly, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“Rock, paper, scissor, shoe!” Lucien’s hand revealed paper while Elain’s had rock. “Looks like I win, sweetheart.” He moved towards Tamlin, who snorted at the visible disappointment on Elain’s face. “Serves you right, liar,” Tamlin sneered at Elain. Lucien rolled his eyes. “Tamlin, don’t be so dramatic. We’ve settled this matter already.”

“Elain called me a cheater just last round!” Tamlin protested.

“And? Be the bigger person. You’re a High Lord, are you not?” Tamlin looked embarrassed at his comment, ducking his head ever so slightly.

“Alright, are you ready?” Lucien asked. Tamlin nodded. “Rock, paper, scissor, shoe!”

Lucien revealed the rock in his hand. Tamlin had scissors before he quickly changed it to a rock. “Ah ah aah,” Lucien scolded, wagging a finger at Tamlin. “I saw the scissors you had before. Looks like Elain was right about you being a cheater.” The Seer giggled from where she sat as Tamlin turned red once more at Lucien catching him. Lucien moved towards Elain again. “Come to win, beautiful?”

“Absolutely,” Elain whispered seductively. Lucien raised a brow at her tone before he said, “Rock, paper, scissor, shoe!”

Lucien looked at their hands: He had scissors, and Elain had rock. “Looks like you did. Good job.”

“Thanks,” Elain muttered, but she didn’t look happy at all. Lucien laughed and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek when Tamlin shouted.

Lucien jumped. “What is it, Tamlin? Oh for-“ He turned to see his phoenix, several feet away, snorting small embers. “Oh come on, Tamlin, you know Fierro is harmless.”

“I know, I just got surprised,” Tamlin said in a tone that suggested that he was very much lying. All this over a cheek kiss? Lucien’s lips trembled from trying to hold in his chortles.

Tamlin and Elain faced each other again. “Rock, paper, scissor, shoe!” Lucien yelled. On the shoe, Elain stood up and threw her slipper at Tamlin. “I choose shoe! Beat that, Temper Tamtrum!”

Tamlin growled at Elain, his claws coming out of their sheathes. “Oh hell no, I’m not going to be bested by two Archerons. Thumb wrestling if you dare.”

“Oh come on,” Lucien chided Tamlin, “That’s not fair, you have centuries of traini-“

“Oh I dare!” Elain snapped, storming back and flopping onto the floor, hand out and thumb ready.

Lucien rubbed his temples. “Ok, on the count of three: one, two, three!”

Tamlin got off to an early lead, pressing his thumb down against Elain’s, which somehow hadn’t immediately flattened yet. The lady had a surprisingly high amount of strength, but it wouldn’t be enough to stop Tamlin.

“Congratulations!” Elain squealed. “You’re going to be a father!”

Tamlin’s hand slackened, and Elain took full advantage to slam Tamlin’s thumb to the bottom. “I win!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up triumphantly.

“Dirty trick, making up a lie!” Tamlin snapped. Elain giggled. “As if yours wasn’t? Challenging me to a game where I was at an obvious disadvantage. You’re just angry that I was clever enough to think of it. And no, I wasn’t lying.”

Tamlin blinked. “You’re serious? I’m going to be a father?”

Elain nodded. “It seems that woman you performed Calanmai with last is having your child. I saw her.” She pointed to her mind, where they both knew she had visions.

“Last Calanmai? I don’t even remember. I only remember Feyre’s…” Tamlin’s voice trailed off as he went pale. “Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I think she was one of the priestesses. Oh shit. Do you know what she looks like?” Elain was about to answer when Tamlin said, “You know what, tell me in the morning when I’m sober, my drunk ass can’t handle this information.”

Elain blinked at Tamlin. “Well…back to fighting then?”

“Back to fighting,” Tamlin agreed. Lucien couldn’t hold it in any longer. He guffawed. “Oh please, stop it you two.” Tamlin and Elain both turned to Lucien, who was smirking at them both. “All this fighting over little old me? There’s enough of me to go around, you know,” Lucien crooned. They remained silent as Lucien approached them both. First, he lifted a hand to Elain’s head, running his fingers gently through her hair. She stared at him, eyes wide, brows angled upward towards each other, lips parted ever so slightly. She looked so innocent, like a baby fawn in the forest about to be devoured by a wolf…

Or maybe a fox.

Lucien lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her gently at first before brushing his tongue against the seam of her mouth, asking for permission. She opened her mouth to him, and Lucien’s tongue stroked hers languidly, sensually, until she was moaning profusely. Lucien pulled away, catching a glimpse of her flushed face before turning to Tamlin and repeating the process.

“Now isn’t that far more fun?” Lucien said. At his words, Elain and Tamlin crawled to him. Tamlin began kissing his neck while Elain slowly began removing his shirt, feeling him up as she did so.

“Look at you two, working together to please me,” Lucien murmured. “Looks like I’m the real winner.”

for @positivelyruined

[jesuisserieux]

Prompt 1: Costumes

This is my first fic for the Hoes for Enjolras server's Halloween bingo! It's very soft and silly, just exr being idiots in love but with a Halloween background. I hope people enjoy! You can read it here, or here on ao3. Let me know if you liked it!

Get the Horns

“I look like a goat,” says Enjolras.

“But a very cute goat! Make all the boy goats go WAAAAA!” A silence. Courfeyrac looks between him and Combeferre. “The Princess Diaries 2? Nobody? Okay then.”

“To be honest, I just thought you’d finally lost it,” says Ferre.

“Oh honey, that was years ago.”

Enjolras snorts, “Are you sure this looks right? Like, you’re the fashion expert, but I really do feel like people will think I’m a goat.”

“You’re wearing red,” says Combeferre. “I feel like everyone knows red and horns equals devil.”

Enjolras frowns, “I guess.”

“You don’t have to be a devil,” says Courf, “I just thought it’d be cute if we were matching. Or, not matching. You know what I mean.” He motions to his angel costume.

“Yeah but you have a sparkly halo. No one is going to be confused about your costume. Plus, won’t it be weird if we’re matching and Ferre is just… Luke Skywalker?”

“That was his choice,” says Courf, “I told him he could be an angel with me.”

“That would be weird,” says Ferre, “One devil, two angels? Makes no sense. Plus, I promised Musichetta I would do the Skywalkers twins with her like, nine months ago.”

“I guess until we meet up with everyone we can just say we’re the devil and the angel on your shoulders.”

“The Jedi and the Sith,” suggests Enjolras.

Ferre and Courf say “Nerd,” in perfect unison, even though this is obviously hypocrisy of the highest order.

He scoffs, “Whatever, are we ready to go now?”

“Oh so now you want to go to the party?” teases Courf. “I wonder what changed…”

“I still don’t want to go to the party. But you talked me into it, so I’m at least going to be on time.”

“It’s not because R said he could come after all?” Ferre raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Enjolras shoots him a betrayed look. “I already agreed to go before he said that.”

“Yeah but you weren’t nearly as eager, before.”

“Your face is the same color as your costume,” says Courf, looking at him in the mirror as he applies mascara.

“Are we going or not?” Enjolras pretends to be looking at something on his phone, to hide his face.

Courf snorts, “Nice subject change. Subtle. But sure, I’m done with my makeup, let’s head out.” He straightens up, and in his heels, he’s face level with Enjolras.

“It’s weird to see you at this angle,” he says.

“Oh fuck off,” says Courf lightheartedly.

“You’re both still short to me,” says Combeferre.

Enjolras protests, “You’re like, three inches taller than me.”

“Four.”

“Oh my god.”

“Okay!” interjects Courf, “let’s go.”

~

The party, when they get there, is in full swing. It’s not the loudest party ever- Enjolras and Combeferre wouldn’t have come if it was- but the bass is still loud enough, that they have to get close to yelling to be heard. Enjolras isn’t actually sure whose house this is. Presumably, somebody Courf knows, but that doesn’t narrow it down a lot. Whoever it was, they went all out on decorations. There are fake spider webs and skeletons everywhere, and everything is bathed in slime green light.

Courf gets them each a cup of punch from a bowl that looks like a cauldron. He takes a sip from his own cup and winces. “Don’t drink that fast, it’s sweet but it’s strong as fuck.”

Enjolras really hadn’t been planning on getting drunk in the first place, so he just nods and takes a sip. Goddamn. Courf wasn’t kidding. “What the fuck is in this?”

“What isn’t?” says someone from behind him. He turns around to see Grantaire, only a few inches away from him and looking way too hot, despite being dressed as-

“What are you?” he asks, taking in the fishnets, the makeup, the lampshade under one arm-”

“Oh!” R takes the lampshade and perches it on top of his head, “I’m a sexy lamp.”

The unfortunate thing is that any costume Grantaire wears would be sexy in Enjolras’s opinion. Including a fucking lamp.

“You’re something all right,” says Combeferre, saving Enjolras the embarrassment of saying any of that out loud.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?” asks R. I can tell with these two but how does yours connect?”

“It doesn’t. I’m Luke Skywalker. Musichetta is Leia.”

“We would have included him,” says Courf, “but apparently he and Chetta planned this months ago. So now we just look like we’re excluding him.” Ferre scoffs. “We do! Everyone is going to think we’re terrible best friends, and we left you out of our Halloween costume.”

“I don’t think anyone here is sober enough to think that,” says R.

Enjolras searches his brain frantically for something clever to say in response, but he comes up empty, still too preoccupied by Grantaire, and more specifically, Grantaire’s legs in fishnets.

“You good Apollo?” asks R, “I didn’t think the punch was that strong.”

Enjolras blinks. He’s just been staring into space. This is why he doesn’t go out. “Sorry! I’m good. Just… spaced out.”

“Can’t take you anywhere,” says Courf affectionately. He ruffles Enjolras’s hair, and Enjolras smacks his hand away. He looks to Ferre for support but he’s already making his way across the room to Musichetta, who’s brandishing a lightsaber.

“You fucked up his horns,” R says Courfeyrac. He reaches out to fix them, his hands rearranging Enjolras’s hair.

“I’ll see you guys later,” says Courf, not even pretending to have an excuse for leaving. Enjolras can’t even say anything as he leaves, because his brain is devoid of words on account of R touching him.

“There,” says R, tucking some hair behind his ear, “all good.”

“Thanks.” His mouth is so dry.

“So did Courf choose the costume?”

“Uh… yes! Yeah. I think I look like a goat.” He tries not to outwardly wince listening to himself.

Luckily, Grantaire seems to find it funny, thank god. He laughs loudly and gives Enjolras a skeptical onceover. “Why on earth would anyone think you were a goat, Apollo?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know. Horns.” He can feel his face heat up. “I’m not wearing red face paint.”

“Even so, why would they assume ‘goat’ instead of ‘devil’ for a Halloween costume?”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds stupid…”

R laughs again. “You’re such a weirdo.” It’s said so affectionately, Enjolras can’t meet his eyes.

“You’re the one dressed as a sexy lamp,” he mumbles in the direction of his shoes.

“Touche,” says R. There’s an awkward silence. Enjolras takes another sip of his incredibly strong punch for lack of anything better to do. “You wince every time you take a sip of that,” notes R.

“It tastes like windex mixed with juice.”

“You’re probably not that far off. Here,” R takes the cup from him and sets it down. “They have ciders in the fridge, that seems more your speed.” Absentmindedly, R grabs his wrist to pull him through the crowd of people. Enjolras is going to combust.

The kitchen is brighter and quieter thank god, although the light means Grantaire can see how red his face is.

“You okay?” he asks, as he hands Enjolras some rose cider drink from the fridge.

“Huh? Yeah good.” Grantaire smirks. The bottle feels good on his warm face.

“You sure you’re not drunk already?” asks R.

“From two sips of punch? Even I’m not that much of a lightweight.”

“No?” R puts a hand to his face, “You’re really warm.” He can probably feel Enjolras’s heartbeat in his fucking forehead with how fast it’s going. He looks down, hoping R won’t see the flush creeping up his ears. Being this pale is a curse. “Apollo?” R taps his cheek and he looks up reflexively. He’s so close.

“I’m fine! Just- nervous.” He wants to melt into the kitchen floor. Why would he say that! Literally anything else would be better, now R’s going to ask why he’s nervous and he’s not going to have a good answer besides it’s really hard not to stare at your mouth right now.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. I mean you- this- uh, just isn’t my scene. Parties. You know?” Oh god he needs to find a way out of this conversation before he keeps talking.

“Do I make you nervous, Apollo?” asks R in a tone that seems half joking half- flirtatious? That’s probably wishful thinking on his part.

“Uh-” he opens his mouth but only a few nonsense syllables come out. He shuts it again, tries desperately to think of something cool and funny to say. It’s taking too long. Oh god it’s taking too long why can’t he say something?”

“It’s okay,” says R, “you’re cute when you’re flustered.” Hang on what? “Plus, people will definitely know what your costume is.” He pats Enjolras’s burning cheek. “You don’t even need red face paint.” He looks far too proud of that little quip as he slips back out of the kitchen. Enjolras doesn’t even attempt to say anything. It’s just static up there anyway. Courf was right earlier, his face does, in fact, match his costume.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Game On!

It was days like this that Gaz often hated the most in her dreary little life, in this middle of nowhere town. Despite the odd entertainment from her big brother trying to be a beacon of sanity and logic in a town full of apathetic morons and the presence of a total failure of a would be alien conqueror, she was finding herself bored. Absolutely bored out of her mind to a point that not even her usual outlet of video games could do anything about it. Suffice to say, she fucking hated it.

So of course a bored Gaz made for a different sort of Gaz especially at her age when puberty and hormones really hit the jackpot on her body. Not to mention left her with quite the libido which of course meant a bored Gaz made for a very horny Gaz, hence her current situation at this time. Wherein she borrowed some of her erstwhile big brother's stock of spelldrives which she had set up in a nice clear spot in her gamer den of a room, in a way that was reminiscent of a Satanic ritual. Which it pretty much was, according to the instructions on this website she found up, it was amazing what you could find online these days.

The thicc semi-shortstack gamer babe checked back and forth between her summoning circle and the copy of the ritual guide she had printed out, nodding her head as everything seemed accurate enough. Usually this sort of crap required stuff like candles and the kind of stuff witches liked to throw into their spell cauldrons, but with this all it took was the push of a button and if this worked out right, Gaz was sure to likely get some well hung demon hulk who could fuck her so hard that she would be numb and practically in an erotic coma. At least she figured that's what this ritual would give her, its guarantee was that it would produce the finest sexual lover in all of Hell itself to satisfy her sexual cravings, all without having to risk anything like her immortal soul. So what did she have to lose?

Gaz:*checks the printed out guide and instructions, making sure everything was set up as need be. Time to see what sort of standards hell had it when it came sexually satisfying a succubus.*"Alright let's see now.....huh, this stuff's like setting up that mousetrap board game, a hassle when you start but worth it once you start playing it. Lights off, circle drawn, glowsticks in place of candles...let's rock..."*The intimidating gamer girl figured she might recommend this to some friends of hers like Me-KO if this proved to be an experience worth it. Typing in the key magic words as soon her elaborate spell-drive Satanic ritual began to kick into effect.*

Her bedroom began to glow with an eerie crimson hue, violet fog flooding the floor as the spell-drives pulsed with electrical currents, power running akin to a Tesla coil as the Pentagram formed a soft tornado of red smoke. This was it, time to see what sort of horse cocked incubus or knot packing hellhound would be pounding and stretching her pussy something fierce. Only for her eagerness to deflate like a balloon losing its air as the light show ended, the crimson twister fading to reveal...AN IMP?!! That was the ideal sexual lover in all of the 9 circles of brimstone and damnation, the lowest creature on the totam pole in all demon hierarchy?!!

This of course wasn't just any ordinary imp of course but our one and only favourite resident sweet possum boi Moxxie, who had nothing but a towel around his waist as this summoning ritual happened to kick in just as he had finished showering after a recent hit. Last thing he needed was to head home with Millie and Loona while still covered in blood and viscera when next thing he knows, this shit happens AGAIN?! All the poor little guy could think was hopefully it wasn't that Joy girl again, that goth babe had been a FREAK!! He swore that Herron girl had to be a succbus in human skin as he adjusted his golden eyes to the lighting and spotted Gaz and ooh he had a feeling that look on her face made it clear first impression weren't off to a good start.

Moxxie:"Well uhm....this is awkward....have to say far as this kind of thing goes, the techno/cyberpunk approach is pretty new to me. I mean not my first time being summoned believe you me and uhm..." *Oh he was trying to break the ice, points for effort but the short-stack gamer girl clearly wasn't in the mood. As she stomped on over to him which made her sizeable tits and ass jiggle and bounce in a way that was hypnotic and just called to be ogled. Her bangs nearly covering her eyes thus hiding a fierce gaze on par with certain demon overlords, reminding Moxxie that he didn't exactly have ways to defend himself given his current state of nudity. Only for him to scream indignantly as she suddenly reached out and grabbed his towel.*"Hey now, watch it there!!"

Gaz:"Zip it short-round!! I can't believe that bullshit stiffed me like this, best lover in all of Hell my-"*Whatever no doubt profanity laden rant Gaz was about to go on came to a screeching halt soon as she pulled Moxxie's towel off. Her jaw dropping, a blush on her face as she laid eyes on the biggest, thickest COCK she had ever seen, its length and girth would make many a pornstar, black man (and especially black porn stars), even horses feel like inadequate eunuchs!! Suddenly she was starting to see that maybe the spelldrives' ritual criteria wasn't flase advertising, christ this dick wasn't even hard yet and she was still turned on. Her facial expression suddenly shifting 180 into a look of erotic thirst and raw, sensual devotion.*"Mmmm, on second thoughts maybe this will be good for both of us....Daddy...."

Moxxie:*pupils dilating to pinpricks as he felt his spine tingling, he knew that look and tone in Gaz's face and voice oh so very well. That husky tune of desire, the lusty glow in her eyes as her expression was some mix of love at first sight and bitch going into heat. From Millie to Loona, to more than a good few of his sex-friends, booty calls and what have you especially Verosika, there was no doubt Gaz had one thing on her mind and if he wanted to get back to Imp City in one piece? He had to give it to her until she could determine she was more than satisfied.*"If this is going where it seems to be....wouldn't it be more fair to not have me be the only one naked right now?"

Gaz licked her lips sensually as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss his way, giving him a little striptease show as she did a little sexy dance while starting to remove her clothes. Shooting him sultry glances over her shoulder as the shortstack cybergoth did little shakes and shimmies, making her ass clap and twerk as those meat buns rumbled with a rhythm of sexuality. Every article of clothing gone and more of her thicc, curvy and voluptuous frame exposed made the Imp's cock stir and rise to erect stiffness as Gaz's pussy drooled. Juices raining down into growing puddles on the floor to find that Imp cock was even more impressive once Moxxie got nice and hard, as she soon stood as naked as he was.

She didn't keep Moxxie waiting long to feel uncomfortable as she felt they'd admired one another's nudity long enough to stir their growing arousal and attraction, as the short-stack gamer babe closed the distance between them. The minimal height difference allowing them to press their lips together as they rode the flow of passion and primal desire guiding them as Gaz gently brought Moxxie to her bed. Helping him down as she broke their slopply lliplock, tongues dancing together one more time before a strand of saliva drifted between them as she began kissing and licking down his quite well toned torso. Especially his quite well built legs but oh the prize that stood between them was her main objective, her hand grasping that pulsing shaft as she eagerly began to pump it.

Gaz:"Mmm damn, if selling my soul was in the deal, I'd gladly pay if it meant being your sex slave for access on the regular to this. No sex toy comes this close. You must have to beat bitches off with a stick or something...."*The kinky cybergoth quipped in a husky tone, breathing in the scent of Moxxie's musk as she began to plant licks and kisses on his cock from base to tip. Especially orally worshipping his balls as she suckled on them, as if coaxing the batter within to be delicious when she would taste it. Soon sandwiching his cock between her tits as she began to stroke him off with those luscious meaty marshmallows. Tongue scooping up the pre that oozed from the tip as she sucked on the exposed portion, drowning his shaft in a lubing shower of her drool as her thighs felt all warm and sticky from her overflowing arousal.*

Moxxie:"Ahhhn, you wouldn't be the first to tell me that..the sex slave part I mean.."*The imp humbly replied to Gaz's remark, turning her on at wondering just what sort of women here on Earth and the living world were addicts to this demonic dick. His groaning music to her ears before she felt him grasp her violet hair as he began to pump and thrust his hips. Ambushing Gaz with a sudden facefuck much to her lewd delight, helping him mount her shoulders as she held onto those quite firm feeling glutes of his. Grasping her hair firmly as he jackhammered away, his length and girth making her neck bulge with hos deep he was, those balls smacking her chin as she experienced an oral preview of what awaited her pussy.*

An experience she didn't have to wait long for as soon as Moxxie had cum, the taste of his jizz on her tongue as it oozed down her throat and the feel of it staining her face and tits setting off those primal switches in her brain. Going from needing her horny itch scratched to presenting herself as a bitch in heat eager to have the Imp rut her like he wanted her to his demon babies as her bedroom, usually filled with the sounds of her playing games was now filled with the sort of sounds she'd not usually want her if she had certain videos playing. That is without her headpones but right now she was feeling too damn good to care as the walls and ceiling echoed with her deepthroated moans, the rhythm of skin slapping, loin mashing sweaty animalistic sex. The bed shaking and creaking as her newfound Imp daddy proceeded to ruin her for other men, who needed to be blacked or bleached when you could get IMPED!!

Oh how Imped she got over and over as despite what his small frame implied, Moxxie was proving unintentionally why the spelldrives' ritual designated him as the ideal lover in all of the 9 circles of the Inferno. Pleasuring Gaz's luscious, curvy shortstack body with his quite skilled hands, after all handling a woman sexually was on par with handling a firearm in requiring care and precision. To say nothing of of the depth and reach of his penetration as Gaz found even when she topped, her new Imp Daddy was king in the bedroom. Small wonder with how many orgasms she was getting compared with how many she got out of him, enough to count on one hand and still have fingers left over.

But of course he hadn't hardly ever pulled out, making sure every eruption of his shaft was going into her womb or her asshole and what's more he had stamina to keep going and stay hard!! Gaz didn't believe in love at first sight but lust at first fuck was a different story and Imp Daddy was proving it to be true and she fucking loved every second and minute of it. Posing her slutty body for his admiration whenever she rode him cowgirl style or let him push her flexibility to the limit like doing a splits as they performed a standing fuck or got twisted into a human pretzel as she was jackhammered partway between a mating press and a piledriver, working her like some sort of pornographic butter churn. The pair showing no sighs of stopping only for as long as the ritual felt was necessary or required to meet Gaz's level of satisfaction.

Minutes passed into hours as they fucked and rutted long into the night, going from missionary to doggy, pretty much any and every intimate position that ensured pleasure. The bed becoming a mess of scattered sweat and juice stained sheets as the pair finally hit their peak, climaxing simultaneously as the sun was starting to rise. Gaz kissing the imp stud passionately as he was mounted atop her, her pussy squirting as he filled her womb to excess once more, one more time before exhausting caught up to them, the pair sleeping together as the afterglow took hold of them. By the time either of them woke up, Moxxie would find himself back in the bathroom of his and Millie's apartment while Gaz found herself alone, greeted by the morning light and the sensation of being sticky and deliciously sore all over, knowing what had happened wasn't a dream.

While Moxxie of course took to finding and reassuring Millie of his whereabouts and return as well as calling Loona and some of the other girls, Gaz of course was showering as she played with herself to the memories of her newfound Imp daddy conquering her as hard as the scrubs and noobs she owned online. Before remembering that she had left her webcam on in secret, coming out as she toweled herself off to check that her secret porno stream had gone off successfully. Comments and pouring in as viewers and late comers were abuzz with questions and of course a few of them included Gaz's fellow gamer girls who were very curious as to whether or not Gaz could arrange a chance for them to meet her Imp Daddy.

The gears turned in the cybergoth's head as she made plans not only for her next erotic playdate with Moxxie, but a chance to make him quite infamous among her little social circle. Some naysayers were doubltful the whole thing had been real, thinking Moxxie was just a convincing cosplayer or some weird genetic experience her dad cooked up in his lab. Some were guys who now felt seriously inadequate, wondering how many of them could compete with a dick like that!! All the same to Gaz as she now had a new game to play offline in the real world, a little game she was going to call Get Imped....

To be continued?!!

[shostakobitchh]

Chapter 47: red sky

Severus was already in a foul mood after the first day, remembering why children were the bane of his existence. There had only been one cauldron explosion from a First Year Ravenclaw boy that had thought he could rewrite the fucking potion’s textbook on the first day. Severus had let him show off, until he’d added in foxglove before the potion had reached stasis and nearly melted his fucking face off.

He’d gone to the staff room to listen to the other professors complain only to find it deserted, aside from the last person on earth Severus wanted to see. Lupin was sitting at one of the tables with the Prophet and an untouched cup of tea, one leg crossed over the other as though he owned the fucking room. Severus thought about smashing his face into the table, the mess his face would leave and felt only minutely quelled.

Lupin inclined his head in greeting. Severus ignored him, thinking of the Scalping Hex he’d used on Potter with a certain fondness that would have left Dumbledore in tears.

He decided to make a cup of coffee and leave as quickly as possible when he noticed the wardrobe behind Lupin rattling. It skirted a few inches to the left, the knob shaking violently as the werewolf continued to read, unbothered.

“Boggart,” Lupin said, flipping through the pages idly. “I plan on using it with the Third Years as an introductory class.”

Severus snorted derisively. “I would expect a class of First Years to be able to defend themselves against a Boggart.”

Lupin only smiled that infuriating smile in response, amused. “You know, I think you underestimate the power of fear and the human imagination." he nodded towards the wardrobe, where the rattling had gotten louder — and somehow more menacing. "There’s much more involved than just conjuring up an image of your worst nightmare."

"They should know much more than just basic Banishment spells at this point," Severus glanced disdainfully at the wardrobe as Lupin craned his neck to look back as well.

He chuckled lightly. "Perhaps, but with their previous instruction I think they’ll benefit greatly from the concept of facing their fears; it's part of their growth."

Christ, he’d definitely spoken to Dumbledore about this. This was exactly the sort of half-baked, nauseating mindset that he’d tried to instill in Severus for the first several years of his reluctant teaching career. Dumbledore thought the little shits were shining beacons of hope, the key to the future. It was a bleak fucking future, if the brats were any indication of what was to come.

Severus rolled his eyes and sneered. “I do hope you won’t patronize the little idiots with that sort of rubbish. You brandished it far too often when we were students — do try to keep up with the times.”

“I’ll certainly keep that in mind,” Lupin said calmly, his gaze diverting back to the Prophet.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Why are you so beautiful with your words? Same some pussy/penis for the rest of us man

Any way Viktor in the snow and the wind with a red face and wet eyes yelling that he can't do something, he just can't and Igor glaring at him and saying that someone is going to do it one day, so why not him? And Viktor just sniffing and nodding and doing it. Getting the absolute shit beaten out of him during a match and waiting for Igor to huff and puff and chastise him but he's there with his arm snaking around his shoulders and squeezing and telling him that he'll walk it off, he always has. One game doesn't stand a chance against Viktor Krumov. Who the hell does the opposing team think they are?

Igor giving Viktor the putty and watching his fingers shake and almost drop it, and he just watches and wonders what it would be like to give Viktor a cauldron

Igor who sees what Charity could have made him in Viktor and everything that drew him in with Severus° again

Was is because he reminded him of himself? Of Snape? Was the way he bent down to help a bunny why he was special? Was it the way his hair hung over his face why? Was it the tan that Igor once had? The twisted, innocent smile? The crooked teeth? The way he rasped his laughter, held his mouth open, snorted? The way he pulled back his hair during a game? His resilience?

Did Viktor mourn another loved one when he heard? Did he walk with Igor through the halls of Hogwarts and listen to his stories? Did Igor get to put him in front of a cauldron?

Did he see Draco and Snape and see himself in a boy that didn't look like him? Did he see Igor in a man that Igor could never possibly be? Did he see the glances between them? Did he wonder if Draco caught them too? Did he want to be closer to Draco and find himself a brother, someone like Igor that he would have if he ever visited England? Did he see the way Igor moved and reached for Snape and catch himself doing the same with Hermione? Did he feel like he had inherited something?

Viktor hearing Snape's tough love and realising Igor repeated it, himself, years before? Did he wonder about them after Igor's death? Did he ever wonder? Did he miss him?

°not in a weird way

“Why are you so beautiful with your words” you ask me before dropping this fucking MASTERPIECE!!!!

Igor’s tough love that makes Viktor more capable, more confident and more than his disability. He doesn’t look at him and see a kid that has had his future taken away from him like everyone else seems to. If he doesn’t get it right the first time he just does it again, whether it’s rounds on the field, whether it’s a year at Durmstrang, it doesn’t matter.

Does Igor, the man who never wanted to be a father,,, does he ever look at Viktor and wonder if this is what a life with Charity would have looked like? Urgh,,, that one really gets me

Viktor who arrives at Hogwarts and it’s so odd because he keeps catching onto slow hints of the person Igor was when he was his age and walked the very same halls. They were the same age when they arrived at Hogwarts!!!

Viktor who has to not only learn about the person Igor was and is and how those two can coexist but also he gets presented with the fact that Igor was a whole person before Viktor was even born. I don’t think Igor ever shared a lot about his own teen years except for things about Quidditch or a thing here and there about classes and things they were taught back then. It’s lowkey like how kids see old pictures of their parents and realise they had hopes and dreams and hobbies and friends all before the kid was even born. I really think Viktor would struggle to wrap his head around the concept. He sees Igor for the man he currently is, he has to, or things will become too much

Is he ever present when Igor runs off to catch Severus? Just picture Igor and Viktor talking strategy for the games and suddenly Severus leaves and so does Igor and all Viktor gets is a squeeze to the shoulder that is usually reassuring before the man has disappeared down the hallway, cape flying around behind him as it catches the air his speed has created

Viktor waiting for Igor to scold him after the second round in the games because he didn’t transfigure himself properly. Igor who scolds him for getting attached to Hermione because he knows exactly what getting to some Hogwarts student can do to a man. Him feeling a weird sense of pride that of all the things Viktor went for it was transfiguration, Igor’s personal choice when it comes to spells and perhaps he even did better at it than he’s done in years. Yet he never tells Viktor this. Viktor wondering if he even noticed at all

I think the worst part about realising the kind of person Igor was and perhaps still is at the time of his death is that of course Viktor misses him. Of course he does. But that doesn’t change anything. That’s it, the end. Death is definite, there’s no clarifying, there’s no asking questions, there’s no way of knowing which version of Igor that cared for Viktor. Did he care for him? Did he use him? Did he do both? In the end, did Viktor mind? He needed everything Igor offered him and he’s a better man because of it, both physically and mentally. Is Viktor aware of this? I think he struggles so much with this,,,, like I can’t even explain it but it’s making me insane

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Sharp blushed, his breathing heavy as he loosened his tie. That damn Garreth Weasley had no idea what he was brewing, and had he not happened to look up from grading papers when he did, the whole class might've been caught in the blast. Luckily for them, he cleared them out just in time, yelling at them to evacuate, but at his own expense. As he waited for each student to flee, the cauldron inevitably boiled over. Too far from the exit, his limp a hindrance, and sensing the impending danger, he did the only thing he could--he accioed the door and slammed it shut.

The students screamed, hearing the explosion through the walls, but he quickly assured them he was safe. Using sonorus, he ordered them to return to their dorms and to not utter a word to their other professors, implying he had everything under control. Some of them questioned it, but he didn't dare let any of them back inside. Instead, he threatened to flunk anyone who tried to enter, which seemed to work. Little by little, he heard them disperse.

"Fuck..." he huffed, sweat soaking his chest.

A powerful aphrodisiac, and one concocted with Dark Magic. He wasn't sure where Weasley got the recipe, but he was certain he didn't understand it. The foolish boy probably thought it was some harmless love potion, something he could use as a prank. Either way, the effects were almost instantaneous. The room spun as Sharp leaned against his desk, the pain in his leg replaced with a hot, throbbing sensation further up.

"No ... not here."

He rummaged through his drawers, desperate for an antidote, but Hogwarts wasn't equipped to deal potions of that caliber. After all, students were never meant to mix such treacherous substances. Still, he tried the storeroom next, reaching for every vial he couldn't outright read, but he found nothing. Nothing that would help, anyway. At a loss, he wiped his face with his sleeve. His vision was getting blurry.

"Aesop?" you asked, banging on the door.

He spun around, nearly tripping as he did so. "N-not now!" he squealed, yelling a chore. "I'm busy!"

You ignored him, trying but failing to jimmy the handle. "I saw your students wandering the halls. What's that about? Class isn't over."

He could barely understand you. All he knew was that he wanted you to leave, and that he needed relief. The ache between his legs intensified with every passing second, the potion relentless, but his constitution was strong. He wouldn't give in, he couldn't; yet before he knew it he was was bucking his hips, grinding against his own underwear.

"Fuck..."

His fingers acted on their own, trailing down his stomach and into forbidden territory, until you burst into the classroom. The sound and sight of you storming in caused him to stumble and cling to shelf for purchase. Unbeknownst to you, he liked you, respected you, but in that moment he'd never felt more annoyed by your presence.

"What in Merlin's name is going on?" you barked, spotting him as he hobbled out of the storeroom. "You can't dismiss your students forty minutes early! Do you want the headmaster to tear you apar—?" You froze, your eyes naturally drifting to the wet stain on his trousers. "Did you ... are you alright?"

He flinched, noticing where your gaze had landed. He didn't realise until you said something, but he had basically wet himself, his fluids dripping down his legs. Horrified, he quickly turned away, covering the spot with his hands, but it was too late. You'd seen everything.

"Get out," he muttered, his voice frail.

You stayed. It didn't take you long to notice how pale he was, except for his cheeks, which glowed a telling red. You were no expert, but you knew arousal when you saw it, even on a man as stoic as Sharp. He tried to hide it, but it couldn't have been more obvious.

"What happened in here?" You searched the room, seeing Weasley's busted cauldron. "Aesop, have you been poisoned?"

He felt a tremour, his need overwhelming. "H-how did you get in?"

"How else? I used alohamora."

He shook his head, then raised his wand and gagged, "Colloportus."

The locks on the door clicked loudly, preventing future entry. "Now leave," he begged. "Disapparate."

"Are you feeling okay? You look sick."

"I'm fine," he lied, his knees quaking. "Please, just leave."

He was trying to be polite, but the urgency of his request made you shudder. You'd never seen him so desperate, so disheveled. It suited him. He was usually tall, commanding, and confident, yet now he couldn't even look you in the eye, keeping his body hunched.

Feigning ignorance, you walked over to Weasley's cauldron and brought your hand to the rim, not quite touching the slime that lingered. "What was in here?"

"No! Don't get it on you!" Sharp cried, barreling towards you.

He toppled over, his legs giving out, but you caught him--he was too heavy. Together, you tumbled to the floor, though Sharp jerked you around at the last second, taking the brunt of the fall. You hadn't intended that. You never wanted to hurt him, but when you fell on top of him, he yelped. Worried you'd landed on his mangled thigh, you quickly shifted your leg, but felt something wet and hard push against your knee.

"P-please, stop!" he stuttered through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping your arms so hard it hurt. "Don't m-move."

You smiled, laying your head on his chest and wafting in his cologne. You weren't hurting him. You were right where you wanted to be. Right where he needed you to be.

"What if I just move here?"

Sharp gasped, his back arching as you ground your knee into his cunt. You knew he didn't have a penis. You accidentally caught a glimpse one night when you walked into the wrong bath, though he didn't see you. You'd been obsessed ever since, but Sharp didn't reciprocate, happy to keep your relationship professional.

"S-stop," he wheezed, his eyes squinting shut. "What are you doing?!"

"What was in that cauldron?" you asked, bringing your lips to his ear.

He sobbed, your warm breath on his skin driving him mad. "Please, you have to stop. You don't ... know what you're doing."

"Oh, but I do. It's obvious how horny you are. You need to cum, Aesop."

Hearing the sheer vulgarity of your words only excited him more. That potion was vile, but effective, and he wasn't himself. Without realising it, he had already begun to buck his hips, sliding up and down on your knee, eager for more. Though he said no, his body gave you a resounding yes.

You indulged its craving. Slowly, you traced your hand up his right leg, then unbuttoned his trousers. That made him twitch. Somehow, he was still lucid enough to know that what you were doing was wrong, and he grabbed your wrist in protest.

"Aesop, you need this. Let me help you."

"No, please! You can't!"

But you could. He was too weak to fight you, and you'd be damned of you let him suffer because of his pride. Determined, you broke free his grip and slipped your hand down his briefs, causing him to hiss. He was hot, trembling, slightly hairy, and so pent up. As you brushed his clit, the helpless man caved, melting under your touch. You knew what you were doing. As you watched his inapt expression, you rubbed small but heavy semicircles around the solid nub, earning a string of deep, vulnerable moans.

"Th-this isn't right," he fought, but threw his head back as you slipped further down his slit. "No, not inside!"

Yes inside. Pressing your palm into his crux, mindful not to neglect it, you stuffed your middle finger into his poor, pulsing entrance, the stretch making you shiver. He was so tight. Almost smooth. Was he a virgin? Probably not, but he sure sounded like one. He cried out, the knot in his stomach coiling as you pushed as far as you could reach, stroking his walls. He was coming undone right under you, like you'd always dreamed he would.

"Does it feel good?" you asked, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm. He was so sensitive.

"Ugh! Stop! I'm going to--!"

He didn't get the chance to finish. He came, his walls clasping around you so tightly, it felt like a trap. Still, you were tenacious, thrusting through his orgasm, making it last; making it matter. As he rode the waves of pleasure, his sobs echoed through the room, his consciousness waning. All from one little finger.

"Stay with me," you whispered, licking the drool from his chin. "We're not done yet."

He couldn't move, he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only lay there, quivering on the cold concrete. He felt fantastic, though lightheaded, like he was floating, which is perhaps why he didn't object when you gently pulled his trousers down over his feet and tossed them aside.

Finally, the moment you'd been waiting for since you saw him that night in the bath. Careful to avoid his scars, you spread his legs, and his hole, gushing with fluids, winked in response. It was red, swollen, and begging for more. That infernal potion still hadn't worn off, but you let it linger, enjoying the way his pussy pulsed from his climax.

When his high gradually simmered, he opened his eyes and stared up at you. His body was so hot and confused he didn't realise you'd undressed him, until he saw his bare knees sticking up over his vest. Mortified, he covered his face, trying to hide his shame.

"Don't ... don't look at me!"

"Don't be silly," you said, pulling his arm down. "I've never met such a handsome man."

"Wh-why are you doing this?" he pleaded, reaching for his wand. "Stop! I'm telling you to stop!"

You reacted quickly, plucking the wand from his pocket and whipping it across the room. Luckily for you, the ex-Auror was too bothered to concentrate. In his state, he probably wouldn't be able to cast a spell to save his life, but you didn't risk the chance. He was a gifted wizard, after all--and if not for the potion, you knew he'd be able to best you in seconds.

"Come on, Aesop. You don't really want me to stop, do you? Just look how happy your pussy is."

Holding his legs apart, you bent down and ran your tongue from his entrance to his clit, earning a feeble whine. It was better than you expected. He was delicious, as well as sopping. You could feel the convulsions on your tongue, the way his muscles flexed when teased. He couldn't stand it. He bit his lip, trying to muffle the lustful sounds that escaped his throat.

"Enough!"

In a fit of distress, his large hands grabbed the back of your head, but that only served to push you harder into his sweet spot. Whether he intended it or not, your tongue slid into his hole, making him scream. Of course, you didn't waste the opportunity, swirling your tongue in every direction, in and out, until again he bucked his hips. He was into it.

"Oh! M-Merlin! Yes..."

There it was, the acceptance you longed to hear, even if it was under duress. When you pulled away, you knew it was cruel, but you couldn't resist. The look of shock and desire that glared up at you was invigorating. Despite all his complaining, he needed you. He needed to cum.

"Say it," you purred, licking his mess from your lips. "Just say it, Aesop."

He winced, his nerves twisting, the lack of motion wrecking his willpower. "F-fuck me..." he huffed. "Please."

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

"F-fuck me! Please!"

"Where?"

"Here!" Losing control, he spread his hole, inviting anything you were willing to give. "Please, just fuck me! I can't take it anymore!"

With a devious grin, you pulled a vial from your jacket and popped the lid. Dizzy, the man didn't even have time to ask what was in it before you gulped the liquid like you were dying of thirst. Then, it became clear. For a fleeting moment you growled in pain, your bones shifting and limbs growing, tearing through your clothes. Polyjuice potion. All Sharp could do was watch as, while you held him down, you took the form of something truly dreadful.

The headmaster. Phineas Black.

A slave to the potion, for once Sharp didn't argue, but he did look away, his face scrunched. He was disgusted, but salivating, burning from the inside out. Seeing him like that, you were already hard. Being in someone else's body was strange, but pleasant. You moaned, feeling the heat rush to your—or rather Black's—impressively large cock.

"I hope you're ready," you said, pinning Sharp's wrists above his head. "Because I'm done playing. I don't have a lot of time before this wears off so I have to make it count."

Without waiting for a response, you lined your bulging head with his entrance, then slid all the way in with one hard thrust. Twelve inches. Sharp cried out, his ass lifting off the floor as you hit his end, banging against his cervix. You were too big. You stretched the man to his limit, his hole aching in all the best ways as it struggled to adjust.

"Augh! Ah! Auh!" He wasn't even trying to be quiet.

"Damn, Aesop..."

You needed to catch your breath, the sensations new and foreign, but when you looked up, you saw tears welling in his eyes. Tears and a smile and--oh, he came. You cradled his neck as he wailed, his walls quaking around you. It felt incredible. Loose but tight at the same time. All you did was penetrate him, but that was enough. The effects of that potion heightened every one of his senses, especially touch. He wasn't the same stubborn, no-nonsense, retired detective he'd led people to believe; he was just a whore.

"My hole!" he choked, his fingers wrapping around yours. "It's going to break!"

"Is this too much?"

"Yes!" he squealed.

"Good," you rasped. "Then this next part will really ruin you."

You bucked your hips, slamming into him so hard it stung. Finally, you were fucking him, and he was taking it. All of it. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he screeched like a wounded animal caught in a snare.

Harder. Harder.

You loved it. You loved pounding him so violently his ass bounced off the floor and back up into your lunges, but you could already feel the polyjuice thinning. You had to rush. You had to overdo it. You couldn't be gentle or take your time or whisper sweet nothings into his ear, you had to abuse him. If you didn't, you'd both be left dissatisfied.

"Aaugh!"

He came again, his walls clenching your swollen length, but you kept going. He felt amazing, especially when you forced through his tremors. It was a lot of work, which you didn't expect, but the adrenaline kept you steady, a surge of pleasure racing to your toes. You were close, but you loved making him cum. Ignoring that build up in your gut, you gripped his legs, avoiding his scars, and put everything you had into raping his hole.

"That's it," you moaned. "Let it all out."

When he came again, he seized, his eyes rolling back. He was so handsome. So defenseless. He didn't even try to escape. He'd given up, though perhaps because he felt better than he had in years. Your cock pulled out almost completely before jamming back in, stretching his walls over and over, leaving a mark. Neither of you would forget this. You wouldn't be able to.

"Ahhugh!"

He came again, and this time you came with him, roaring loudly as you buried your cock to the hilt. As you erupted inside him, his cries broke into airy sobs, his face red and distorted. It was over. You tried to pull out, your seed overflowing, but your own orgasm was stronger than you thought it'd be--or perhaps Phineas was just weak. Either way, you collapsed, your head falling into Sharp's shoulder as you both gasped for air.

Silence.

"P-please," the potions master begged, patting your arm. "M-my hole. It's getting sore."

You opened your eyes. How much time had passed? You weren't sure, but you pulled out immediately, your mess gushing from the gape you'd left behind. And almost as if it was planned, the polyjuice wore off. As yourself, you sat in awe, staring down at the red, convulsing chasm you created. It looked horrible. Even though Sharp's ecstasy was clear, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt.

"Here. Let me clean you up."

He said nothing, merely moaned as you touched a soft cloth to his cunt. Carefully, you rubbed the material around his rim, which was chafed and spasmed as you wiped it. The sounds he made--so nourishing. Though, it was far worse when you slipped the cloth inside, absorbing the sticky load and causing him to howl.

Did he just--? Yes, he did. He came again. Though loose, his hole snapped shut, and he wheezed as a stream of liquid burst from his core. You'd taken it too far.

He fainted.

When Sharp woke, he groaned, his thigh on fire, but that pain was nearly canceled out by the pure bliss radiating from his hole. He felt good everywhere, but especially there, where he never should've been violated. With a sigh, he tried to sit up, but couldn't. Seeing his plight, you immediately dove to his side, lending him a hand. With your help, he stood, though shakily, and leaned against his desk. His vision was hazy, but he could feel his underwear brush against his overestimulated clit. You'd re-dressed him.

"Take your time," you whispered. "Breathe. That potion, whatever it was, should've worn off by now."

When his mind cleared, he looked at you, blushed, then looked away. The dear man was utterly humiliated. He hoped it was all a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, but the reality was you'd fucked him, on the floor of his own classroom, and in the form of a man he passionately hated.

Still, he understood. He knew you weren't a malicious person. He knew you must have felt as awkward about the situation as he did. Seeing the hurt in your eyes when he wouldn't face you, he capitulated.

"Th-thank you," he forced himself to say. "For ... for your help, I suppose."

You smiled. "Any time. You're not mad at me, are you?"

He sulked. "Please ... leave. I cannot bear another second in your presence."

You tried to catch his gaze, but he refused. "But you're not mad at me, right? Aesop, you know I had to do it, right? If that potion inflicted a curse, the only way to save you was to--!"

"I'm not mad at you!" he yelled, dropping onto the desk. "I'm just..." He ground his knuckles into his forehead. "Please, I'm ... embarrassed. I should've been paying closer attention."

"To what?"

"To my class. What an amateur mistake."

"Aesop, we all make that mistake."

"But it's lethal in a potions classroom."

"Aesop--"

"Please!" he begged, his frustration mounting. "Please, just leave. My hole is--!" He bit his lip. Did he really just refer to his pussy in such a derogatory way? "I mean ... that is to say--"

"I know. It's relieved." You beamed, gently patting his arm. "I guess that means I did my job, huh?"

"I think you overdid it."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does it hurt?"

He blushed again. "N-no, of course not. I just ... I need some time alone. To recover, to clean up the classroom, to think. Please, just leave. I don't need anything else."

"Okay," you said, not wanting to push your luck. After all, without the potion effecting him, his strength would soon return. "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Yes..." he whirred. "Much better."

You knew it. His hole was still twitching from the aftermath, his pleasure enduring. Oh how you wanted to fuck him again, to flip him into his stomach and take him from behind, but it wasn't meant to be. Not yet. With a friendly nod, you boldly placed a kiss on his cheek, which he pulled away from but reluctantly, and left him to his sorrows.

"Professor!" You heard a voice call as you headed to your dorm. It was Garreth Weasley, running towards you in a frenzied state. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"What's wrong?" you asked, know full well.

"That ... that recipe you gave me! I think I messed it up!"

You giggled. How sad it was that you couldn't tell him, for once, that he actually brewed a potion correctly. You told him it would conjure butterflies, which wasn't entirely a lie, and you neglected to mention it didn't work on minors. The students were never in any danger--only the man of your infatuation.

With a kind gesture, you playfully slapped his hand, calming him down. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley. The fault is mine. I should've known it was too advanced for a fifth year. Think nothing of it. It's impressive you got as far as you did."

"Did you speak to Professor Sharp?"

"I did. Don't worry, you won't be punished. Just maybe don't tell him you got the recipe from me, or I'll be barred from helping you in the future."

"Yes, Professor! And thank you!"

"No, Mr. Weasley," you grinned. "Thank you."

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Authors Note: Everything you recognize is from the Harry Potter series.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Back Home

Lily's POV:

This week has been so great but I'm so excited to go back to Hogwarts today and see everyone again. We're catching the later train back to school because we're meeting up with the girls, Remus and Peter in Diagon Alley this morning to go shopping and hangout outside of school before going back to the craziness of it all.

Remus ended up going home to see his parents for the last couple days of the break because 'they got home early from their trip'. Which even though he won't tell me, I know that's not the real reason he stayed at Hogwarts this Christmas. I assume his transformation wasn't too bad so he was able to leave the hospital wing early enough to still go home.

I got dressed into my brown corduroy flares and brown, green and grey, oversized 'grandpa sweater', as Marlene calls it. Although I truly don't care because it is the most comfortable thing ever. Which Remus would agree with me on considering he wears the same kind of sweaters and I have definitely stolen some of his before.

I'm packing the last of my things into my suitcase when I hear Sirius yelling and people running down the hall. I open my door to see James holding Sirius' trousers and running around with them while Sirius chases him in just his boxers.

"JAMES POTTER, GIVE ME MY DAMN TROUSERS RIGHT NOW!" Sirius yells.

"NO!" James respond, laughing so hard his face is as red as my hair.

"What is going on?" I say, ammused.

"James stole my trousers and won't give them back!" Sirius says.

"I will give them back. After you say you love me." James says, giggling like a kid.

"What?" I laugh.

"I told Sirius I loved him and he didn't say it back. So now he can go out in the cold with no trousers." James answered.

"Well why would I want to say it now, you git?" Sirius yells, annoyed.

"Just tell me you love me."

"No."

"Sirius! Tell me you fucking love me!"

"How about I give you one of my cigs, instead?"

"You mean the ones I bought you?" James says, accusingly.

"Yes." Sirius answers.

"Ok, deal." James nods. He throws Sirius' trousers to him and Sirius throws him a cigarette from his pack.

"I didn't say you could use my lighter though." Sirius says before running back down the hall and locking himself in his room to get dressed in peace.

"Git!" James yells, and then turns his attention to me, "And good morning, beautiful." He smirks.

I roll my eyes, "Morning, James. Should I start bringing my bags downstairs?"

"Why would you do that?" James asks, genuinely confused.

"Because we're leaving soon?" I answer.

"Ever heard of magic, Evans?" He chuckles before waving his wand and dragging them down the stairs like he did with the alcohol at the beginning of the week.

"Right." I laugh.

We walk down the stairs where Fleamont and Euphemia are waiting, "What were you boys fighting over up there?" Euphemia asks.

"He didn't say he loved me back so I stole his trousers." James answers, earning an eye roll from his mum.

"Ya but I gave him one of my cigs so we're cool now." Sirius chimes in from the stairs.

"You all ready to go then?" Fleamont asks.

"Yep." We answer.

We apparate to an empty alley way near the Leaky Cauldron in London. I nearly fall over again but James and Sirius were prepared this time and both put their arms out to catch me. Almost immediately, my senses overstimulate with the noise of busy traffic and crowds of people walking by and the smell of delicious foods mixed with garbage.

"Are you kids sure you're going to be alright in Diagon Alley by yourselves?" Euphemia asks.

"Ya, we'll be fine, Mum." James responds with a smile.

Fleamont reaches into his pouch and takes out 15 galleons, handing 5 to each of us.

"Oh, that's alright, Mr. Potter, I have some money to use." I smile

"Take the galleons, Lily." He insists.

"I can't, really." I reply.

"Lily, trust me, I know from experience. He will not leave until you take that money. So if you want to arrive at Hogwarts before midnight, just take it now." Sirius says.

I look over at Sirius and then back at Fleamont and smile, "Ok, fine. Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Fleamont." He replies, "Mr. Potter makes me sound old." He laughs.

"Right. Sorry, Fleamont." I smile.

"You are old, though." Sirius says.

"Very true. What are you like 70?" James adds.

"Bugger off, you two, I'm not quite 70 yet." He laughs.

"Hey, where are our bags?" I ask, looking around the alley way.

"Oh we brought them to Kings Cross Station, dear." Euphemia answers.

"What?" I say, confused.

"That's what that flash was in the middle of apparating. We made a quick stop to Platform 9 3/4 so our bags will be put on the 11 O'clock train and we don't have to carry them around." James answers, smiling.

"Oh, cool." I say.

"Well we better get going back to work now. You three be very very careful, ok!" Euphemia says.

"We will." Sirius responds.

"And don't get into any trouble at school!" Fleamont adds, "No pranks!" He says with a wink.

"Of course, Dad. We would never." James replies with a smile.

"You better write me, loads, ok?" Euphemia says as she hugs James.

"I will, Mum." He nods.

She turns and hugs Sirius, "Keep an eye on head boy here, will ya?" She says.

"Always do." He smiles. She then gives me a hug and says goodbye before they apparate away.

"Lets go!" Sirius yells and starts marching up the alley way, James and I jogging after him, laughing.

We finally come into sight of the Leaky Cauldron and step inside. It's a dark, dirty little place, but it's got charm. Plus, the best fries you can find in the wizarding world.

We catch sight of everyone sat at a big booth in the back corner and we head over to them.

"Hey guys!" I smile as I skootch in next to Marlene and give her a hug. James and Sirius sliding in next to me.

"How was your Christmas?" I ask.

"It was dreadfully boring." Marlene answers, "Spending a whole week with old people sucks."

I laugh, "I told you it was going to!"

"France was amazing!" Hestia says, excitedly.

"Learn any French?" Sirius asks.

"Retouve moi dans la salle de bain." Hestia says.

"What does that mean?" Peter asks.

"Meet me in the bathroom." Hestia laughs.

"Well no wonder you had an amazing time then." Remus laughs.

"How was Frank's house, Al?" James asked.

"Perfect. His family is the sweetest and look what he got me for Christmas!" She says, holding up her hand to show off her silver tennis bracelet.

"Wow, that's beautiful," I say, looking at it in awe. "I'm so glad you had a good time."

"What about you, Lils? How are the in-laws?" Marlene says with a teasing smile and everyone giggles.

I roll my eyes, "I had a great time staying with James and Sirius and their parents."

"We tried to teach her how to ride a broom and it went horribly." Sirius adds.

"Didn't she tell you how bad she was? That girl cannot ride a broom to save a life!" Hestia laughs.

"I did tell them! They just didn't believe me!" I laugh as well.

"She also got drunk and spilled all her secrets." James smirked at me.

"Shove off, I didn't spill any secrets." I reply.

"Well when information is being kept from someone, it's called a secret." James says, still smirking.

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" I say, turning red.

"Mean what like what? What did she spill." Peter asks, intrigued

"She called James hot." Sirius answers.

"What?!" Everyone says at once.

"Shut up, I did not!" I laugh, now even more red.

"Pretty sure you did." James nods.

"No I just said that you are what most people find hot because you're conventionally attractive. I said you were hot in an obvious way." I plead.

"All I'm hearing is that you think I'm hot and that fine with me, darling." James smirks. I roll my eyes and steal a fry from Alice's plate.

"Wow, where'd you get that flashy thing?" Alice asked.

"What?" I say, confused.

"The necklace. Is that new?" She asks.

"Oh yeah, that's gorgeous." Marlene says, getting closer to inspect it, "Is that real gold and a real emerald?"

"Ya." James answers, and they look at him confused, "I bought it for her for Christmas."

"Merlin, you four are making me sick." Hestia smiles, referring to Alice, Frank, James and I. And I roll my eyes, taking another fry.

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James' POV:

Everyone is getting ready to leave so I head up to the counter to pay for our tab before meeting everyone by the door.

"So are we splitting it then since we all shared?" Remus asked.

"Ya that's fine with me." Marlene says while the others nod.

"Oh, I just payed it." I say, walking up behind them.

"What why? We were all supposed to split it." Peter says.

"Because I didn't get most of you a Christmas gift." I wink and walk out the back door to the brick wall entrance to Diagon Alley, the rest of them following shortly behind.

I tap my wand in the pattern on the wall and the bricks begin to separate, allowing us in.

We walk down the street and go into any shops that look interesting or have things we need to pick up. Lily insists on stopping at Flourish and Blotts. Which of course, I don't mind at all because I wanted to pick up the new Transfiguration textbook that just came out, anyways.

We all enter and start looking around, and although we go in different directions to begin with, Lily and I end up in front of the same stack of new Transfiguration textbooks.

"Oh, sorry." I say pulling my hand back so she can grab the book she was originally going for.

"Its ok," She laughs. "I was just excided about this book. It just came out."

"Ya, I know. I've read about Professor Emeric Switch's work before. It's really interesting. I was actually gonna get a copy too." I laugh.

"Really?" She says, surprised. "You know its not required, right?"

"Ya." I laugh, furrowing my brow at her.

"Sorry, just didn't pin you as one to read textbooks for fun." She says, clearly sensing my confusion.

"Are you kidding?" Sirius chimes in from up the aisle, "James once stayed up for two nights straight reading a random Charms textbook he found in the library from like 1802 or some shit like that." He laughes.

"It was interesting!" I respond, defensively.

Lily laughs too, "Wow, you learn new things everyday I suppose." She says as she turns to make her way up too the counter.

We leave the bookstore and decide to take a break and sit at a table outside a small coffee shop.

"Ya, this is the new bag my parents got me for Christmas." Peter smiles, when Remus asked about his new leather tote bag.

"Nice! Looks good." Remus replied.

"Thanks!" Peter says.

I look at Lily, next to me, and watch as she smiles while talking to Marlene and sips on her coffee. I swear, no matter what she is doing, she is somehow always stunning. Her hair, blowing slightly in the wind and looking gold when the sun catches it right, and the slight dimples that appear on her cheeks when she laughs.

She turns and catches me staring, so I smile awkwardly at her before turning away.

"What now?" She laughs.

"Nothing." I smile.

"You were creepily watching me." She smiles back.

"I was not creepily watching you." I chuckle at her description. "I was simply admiring your beauty."

"Mhm."

"I was! I guess I was just realizing how well that necklace really does match your eyes and how they make your hair colour pop." I smile. "You look beautiful."

She smiles while picking up her coffee and sips it without responding. I continue to look at her, waiting for some kind of snarky comment or her telling me to shove off. But it never comes. I run my hand through my hair and smile again.

"Hi, guys." Greta Catchlove, a seventh year Ravenclaw that Peter has fancied since the start of the year, says from the side of the table, with a friend of hers that I recognize from school but don't know.

"Hey Greta, how was your Christmas?" Lily asks with a charming smile.

"Great, thanks! What about yours?" She replies.

"Also great." Lily says.

"Well.. great." Greta smiles, "Hi, Peter."

"Oh- Hi, Greta." Peter says, looking slightly shocked she knew his name.

"You headed back to Hogwarts this afternoon, too?" She asks.

"Ya, the 4 O'clock train." He says.

"No way, me too." She responds. "I guess I'll see you there then."

"Ya." He smiles.

She smiles awkwardly before walking away.

"Mate, what was that?" Sirius says, looking at Peter.

"I don't know. Leave me alone." He replies, smacking his hand to his face.

I laugh, "You have to be less awkward, Wormy! Confidence is key!"

"Ya, just be slick with it." Sirius adds, sliding his hand through the air.

"Can't be all weird and awkward when it comes to the lady you fancy, take it from the expert." I say with a grin and Lily laughs from next to me.

"Prongs, I hate to break it to you, but you are far from the expert on that." Peter says.

"What do you mean! At least I don't get all stumble-y and red like you, Pete." I respond.

"At least I don't write the girl I fancies initials on my exam papers over and over." Peter says, smirking at me.

I stare at him for a moment and I see in his face when he realizes he's dead, "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never done that."

"Yes you bloody well have, James, don't lie." Sirius says and I smack him on the arm.

Lily is looking at me with a knowing smile and her eyebrows raised, "That's so cute. You wrote a girls initials on your papers cause you fancied her?"

"No, I did not. These guys are crazy. I think they actually smoked something back in the Leaky Cauldron." I say, smiling.

"Merlin, I wish." Sirius laughs. "I do have cigs though. Any takers?"

Remus, Peter, and I all put our hands out for one.

"James I already gave you one today!" Sirius says, annoyed.

"Ya well I gave you the whole pack and I will take them back if you don't share!" I respond.

"You'd take back my gift? How rude of you." Sirius says while holding his hand to his heart for a moment.

"Oh shove off and give me one you git." I laugh.

After the four of us have our smoke, we all start walking up the street again in search of a new shop to look in.

"Come one, guys! Nothing else interesting happened over your breaks? I'm dying here." Marlene begs.

"Sorry, nothing I haven't told you already." Hestia replies.

"Oh, I've got something!" Sirius says.

"How would you have something that we don't have? Nothing else interesting happened." Lily responds.

"That's a lie, you just don't want to tell on yourself cause you're already embarrassed about saying James is hot." Sirius says, smirking.

She rolls her eyes, "What else happened then?"

"You kissed James." He says, eyebrows raised, still smirking.

Everyone stops dead in their tracks, "WHAT?" Marlene yells, "AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?"

"I didn't kiss James! What the heck, Sirius!" Lily yells.

"Well, you did kiss me on the cheek." I say,

The girls all look at Lily with their mouths open, shocked this is the first they're hearing of this.

"Oh, don't make it more then it was, please. It was a thank you for the necklace!" She says, frustrated.

"Hey, it wasn't me that brought it up." I say holding my arms up.

"Sorry, I just thought it was interesting. Marlene was the one who asked!" Sirius said, quickly, pointing at Marlene, accusingly while laughing. Getting a glare from Lily anyways.

"Let's just move on please!" Lily pleads.

"To what?" Alice asks.

"Ice cream!" Remus says excitedly.

"Bit of a weird topic, Moony." Peter laughs.

"No! Ice cream!" Remus says, pointing to 'Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour' up the street.

"I don't feel like ice cream." Sirius groans. Remus pouts at him, "Fine, fine. Lets go get ice cream!"

"Yes!" Remus says, skipping towards the shop.

"That boy and his sweets." I shake my head and laugh.

After we got ice cream, we went into a couple more shops before heading to Kings Cross Station. The platform was surprising packed for the afternoon trip, normally most people take the morning train. But I suppose with everything going on right now, everyone is trying to spend as much time with their loved ones as they can.

"Hey, Peter." Greta says as she walks past us.

"This is your chance, mate, go!" Sirius boasts.

Peter jogs to catch up with Greta, "Hey, sorry about earlier. I was just caught off guard seeing your outside of school, is all."

"Oh, it's ok!" She smiles.

"I was actually meaning to ask you something," Peter says.

"I feel like a proud parent eavesdropping on their kid right now." I say and the others laugh.

"Did you maybe wanna study together later this week or something?" He asks, smiling.

"You want to hangout with me? Alone?" She says, surprised.

"Ya, I really do." He smiles, looking her up and down.

"Just like we taught him!" Sirius says, giving me a low high five.

Greta smiles at him, "Sure, ya. I'd love to!"

"Great. How's Thursday after supper?" Peter asks.

"Perfect." She replies.

"Great. Then I'll see you then." He smiles and she walks back over to her friends.

"Way to go, mate! You've got yourself a lady friend!" Sirius says, patting Peter on the back.

"I feel sick." Peter replies, looking up at him.

"Ya that happens sometimes. You'll be fine." I say.

We finally find an empty compartment to sit in after searching for 20 minutes. Its one of the smaller ones, but we have no other choice.

I sit by the window on the left side of the compartment with Lily next to me and Alice and Hestia next to her. Across from me is Peter with Marlene next to him and Sirius and Remus on the other side of her.

"I don't think these compartments are made for 8 people." Lily says, while trying to get comfortable in her seat.

"Ya maybe 5, max." Remus agrees.

"Well, its the best we're gonna get, so suck it up you two!" Sirius responds.

"James, we have to go to the prefect compartment. You too, Remus."

"What, why?" I ask.

She furrows her eyebrows at me "What do you mean, 'why'? We're head boy and girl, that's why!" She laughs.

"Ok, fine." I say.

She wiggles her way up but trips over someone foot and falls backwards again. Only this time she lands on my lap, not the seat. Mainly because there wasn't much seat to fall onto.

I jump a little and look at her, "Hi there." I laugh.

She glares at me and stands up, "Everyone move your feet right now or I swear to Merlin, I will jinx them all off!"

Everyone immediately pulls their feet in as far as they can and Remus and I stand up to follow after her.

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Sirius' POV:

"Night guys." I yell to James and Lily as they turn down the hall to the head dorms and the rest of us head back to the Gryffindor common room.

"If they don't start dating soon, I'm gonna rip my hair out." Marlene jokes.

"Agreed. Lily needs to hurry up and admit she likes him. Too stubborn for her own good, that one." Remus says.

"Yes! Lames needs to be forever!" I yell.

"Lames?" Alice asks.

"Lily and James. Lames." Peter explains as I nod.

"No way! It's Jily! James and Lily." Marlene says.

"Ya, Jily is way better." Hestia adds.

"Wrong." Peter replies.

"Are you guys going right to bed? I was gonna hangout down here for a bit if you want to join." Alice asks.

"Sure." Peter smiles.

"No thanks. I'm really tired." Remus says before heading upstairs.

"Ya me too. Goodnight you guys." I say and follow behind Remus.

I walk into our dorm and Remus is sat on the side of his bed untying his shoes.

"Hey, we haven't really had a chance to talk much today. How was everything? Any new scars?" I ask.

"No, all good." He smiles.

I walk over to my suitcase and pull out his Christmas gift. I hand it to him and sit on the bed beside him.

"But you already gave me something You didn't have to get me anything else, Pads." Remus says, smiling.

"Shut up, of course I did. I left you,” I laugh. "open it!"

He unwraps the gold wrapping paper carefully and opens the box to reveal the massive amounts of chocolate lay on top of a dark brown leather jacket.

"Wow," he awes, pulling it out of the box. "Its beautiful."

"Beautiful jacket for a beautiful man." I smile at him and I swear I see a blush dance across his cheeks for a second before he hugs me.

"Thank you, Sirius."

"Of course! I missed you."

"I missed you too. I wish I could have spent Christmas with you."

"Me too. I'm glad to be back home." I say, smiling up at him.

"I'm glad you're back home too."

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Chapter 14 up now!

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 47 (SPOILERS AHEAD)

We’re on a red and white checkerboard??

Blonde elven boy?? Is this the prince that Morgana likes?

Old lady with metal teeth??? Grandma??

Three pieces of a sword going into different time zones and cauldrons, the hags??

We’re alive!!! In a mushroom circle on a bed of roses in the shape of a heart?? THE KING OF HEARTS??

“Fellas? Gid?” The fact that he called for Gideon specifically makes me ship my dads so much!!

I would definitely be crying when I woke up, just happy to see my family again

I’m calling it, the white queen is either the Mama Hag or Zybilna and He’s not telling the party the whole truth

This is all so damn weird, like was all of the last few episodes a dream or was it real???

Alegeorgie and symbologie are my two favorite new words

JINGLE JANGLE?? NOOOOOO

Alegeorgeical lmao

EEEEWWWW, BITING INTO A ICE CREAM WITH METAL TEETH. WTF MIKEY???

YOOOOO, IS MY THEORY ABOUT THE KING BEING THE DUDE THAT HURT TORBEK GONNA BE CANON?

So I think: Zybilna and the king are secretly evil/ were evil at one point and that they're not telling the group the whole truth

👉🏻👈🏻 Mace doing the finger touchys is so funny, Gideon WOULD seek out the monster that just killed em all for a rematch

“WOULD YA KINDLY SHUT THE FUCK UP?” Omfg Kremy is PISSED at Gricko for teasing Gideon

NAT 20 FROM GRICKO BUT NIKKIE DREADED IT

YAY WAFFLES!!! I LOVE WAFFLES!!!

JAKE LONG THE AMERICAN DRAGON REFERENCE YESSSS, I LOVED THAT SHOW

Gricko helping the adult owlbear is so cute, I hope they take it with them as Hootsie’s mum

Red panda hootsie uwu

Is the owlbear named Juniper? That's so cute!!

“JUNIPER BERRYDIS NUTS IN YOUR FACE!!!” *Gricko and I high-five*

Tallman

OH FUCK, A SYRINGE FULL OF WITCHLIGHT

Hootsie driving the caravan!!!

Please don't inject yourselves with the syringe

“I crush its mind” FROSTY WHAT THE FUCK

Torbek’s favorite movie is mean girls and I LOVE that about him

NATTY 20 FOR STEALING FROM AN OLD MAN FOR TORBEK, PROUD OF YOU BESTIE!!

“I'm starting to feel a little guilty” “What's that like?” GIDEON BURNS FROST /J

Kremy is getting greedy, they’re gonna get in a fight I swear

NATTY 20 FOR GRICKO!!!!

My S/I would probably want to stop after the initial 100,000,00 gold they got but wouldn't stop cause they want Kremy to be proud of them

I love Andy and his Torbek faces, they’re so silly fr fr

OH NOOOOOO, A FUCKING CLOWN EPISODE????

AND WE’RE ENCUMBERED???

[rustfoxes]

This has just become a list of things I don't like about the game tbh. Oh well.

I do not like having non-Warden characters fighting darkspawn. The whole entire point of the Order is that they are, again, the only ones who can face the Blight without dying instantly, because darkspawn blood is poison. If any rando can fight them, why the fuck have Grey Wardens to begin with?

What is the goddamn message of this game? If you're faced with people doing horrible things absolutely do not try to help? Someone's trying to enslave the whole of the world and you should know better than to try and stop them! Because, oh boy, you might not do it the exactly correct way that doesn't negatively impact anyone! And wow if you did make a mistake, never ever try to mend what you've broken, because that makes you a bad person. You honestly think that a literal spirit of Wisdom didn't consider every fucking option available? I really hope they can tie this shit up in a nice lil bow by the end of it.

I'm so fucking tired of Morrigan being in every goddamn game. I didn't like her in the first one. Same with Isabela. Didn't like Leliana either but thankfully she's not shown up this time outside of conversations. But just fuck Morrigan, I can't stand her being everywhere and the most coolest and most important and oh so special. Love her VA, don't like the character. Don't ask me why, idk man.

Kal-Sharok outpost... with sunlight? I mean, it's beautiful, but no self-respecting dwarf would go where the sun might hit them. You can't really call a place with sunlight the Deep Roads. The first word in "Deep Roads" should give you a pretty significant hint.

For a people as devoted to remaining unchanged, the Kal-Sharok dwarves sure changed their ways quick, if it only took a couple of generations.

Why is the only child in the game in the Grey Warden fort?

Super grateful that Mila isn't an example of the "spunky kid" stereotype where they're a freaking pain and you have to rescue them from trouble they get themselves into. Thanks for being a sensible kid.

I find the whole "wow Solas was so condescending always" thing to be... strange. If you talked to him with the base amount of respect you'd talk to anyone with and told him to knock it off when he started to be rude, he was a perfectly polite and fine conversation partner. He appreciated being told that the elves are trying and if he's so much smarter, he needs to teach them. He acquiesces that you're right and asks what you'd like to know. I never thought he was particularly condescending. Morrigan was much more condescending and belittling at times. The forest echoes as you yell into it. If you were rude and condescending, he was rude and condescending. If you were polite and firm, so was he. I really don't like the assumption that the person playing the game interacted with Solas a set way in the previous game, specially since the assumption is that you were a dick and he was a dick in kind.

The Cauldron got me. Seeing the urns for the gryphons just go on and on into the darkness actually managed a solid hit. Well done on that one.

I get where the Red Lyrium Ghost is coming from, but "why do [the elves] get to thrive when [dwarves] have suffered", really? Really? Orzammar and other dwarven kingdoms are rich as hell off the lyrium they sell to literally everyone else, meanwhile the elves until quite damn recently have been enslaved by humans and lost to their past. No one's a winner here. I get that she's talking about the elves of old, but still. Bub.

Why do we have so much time to hunt down the Gloom Howler though? Wouldn't blighting the gryphons take like... 2 minutes max?

Still frustrated about being immediately told what to do when the game gives you a puzzle. Absolutely zero trust in the player's capabilities.

Disjointed DAtVG feelings/opinions

I've played the game for a bit, I'm not too far in yet, and honestly? I hope it gets better. Spoilers & venting below as you might guess.

Everything seems to be tell, don't show. There's very, VERY little trust in the player. Characters happen upon a ruined village? "The village is ruined! There's no one here!" Yes, we can see that. Character looks upset? Text pops up on screen to tell you that IN FACT!! Character is upset. Couldn't have guessed.

Everything is explained out loud immediately, except the arguably actually important things. If I remember correctly, there's no mention of the 10 year (?) timeskip from DAI, everyone just now knows everything about elven magic and the Fade and the Veil EXCEPT FOR THE PLAYER. None of that is explained! New players are expected to just know, which in some games works, but when you throw characters into a magical forest and say it's Arlathan forest, how tf are they supposed to know what Arlathan is.

Why is Varric a brunette all of a sudden

Characterisation of returning characters is fucking wild. Fun, jokey Harding? Massive chip on her shoulder and real aggressive for some reason. Soft-spoken and measured Solas? Yelling, again, for some damn reason. Where is his iambic pentameter? And he hates blood magic all of a sudden?? Did the writers play the earlier games at all? Solas SPECIFICALLY says in DAI that blood magic has no morality to it and is merely a tool.

The game is linear to the extent that I cannot for the life of me see the point of the game asking you to wrap up unfinished business before moving forward. What unfinished business? You've locked us into a small room with 0 exits and 1 chest. There is no business.

So far there's been zero time for any of the story to breathe. There are no story beats, because the drum machine that is the pacing just keeps hammering on. The gravity of the situation has no time to set in for anyone. THE ACTUAL GODS OF MYTH HAVE BEEN BUST OUT OF GOD-JAIL. THIS IS A HUGE FUCKING PROBLEM. "Yeah, well, people would've died if Solas hadn't been stopped from tearing down the Veil." And this is preferable???? What the actual fuck. DAI Solas wanted to rebuild and to safe-guard his people. TWO of the people he wanted to PROTECT EVERYONE FROM are now out. But oh man, that Solas, he would've hurt folks. You think the wondertwins won't? Jesus fucking Christ.

The gameplay more or less just completely scraps character classes. Playing a mage rn and for some damn reason she has separate ranged attacks. What the actual fuck. What is the point of making people choose a class if a damn mage has to stand next to enemies to attack?

So far doesn't feel like an RPG at all. Starts in media res which is fine, but your character is already established as a cool hero and an important figure. Why? Why weren't we along for that ride?

Character movement is janky af, DAI was much smoother 10 damn years ago. Hopefully they'll somehow manage to fix it.

Either they needed better actors or a much better voice director, because holy shit is the dialogue awkward and halting and just... no.

Writers have clearly had shoes far too large to fill. Dialogue wants to be funny and witty and clever. It is not. Specially not with the phoned in voice acting.

Where have my Welsh/Irish elves gone? Wtf happened there? Also why wasn't there anyone around to tell the actors how to pronounce the elvhen words??

Why the fuck is the rogue our healer.

All quests so far have been walking from A to B, collecting some coins along the path, and then fighting 5 or 10 enemies. No variation at all.

Idk man, I really hope the game will find its legs as it goes on, but so far? Massively underwhelming and honestly quite disappointing. Absolutely does not feel like DA. People critisised DA2 for being rushed and DAI for a whole host of shit, but at least I felt like I was playing a Dragon Age game.

[tetsuroushoe]

soft, intimate, cockwarming with the haikyuu boys

Word count:348

Genre: smut

A.N- I wanna thanks @manjiroia my bestie who helped me get this idea. We definitely were not talking about this.

The moonlight blissfully fell onto the bed sheets, the dark room only illuminated by the silvery glow. The soft bed covers wrapped yours and his torso just the way your gummy walls blanketed his cock in. Sheathed snugly inside you, his hands wandered over the expanse of your bare back, caressing your skin and squeezing your sides.

Often the cock warming session may turn into a round of gut twisting fucking but there are also days like these where you both bask in each other’s comfort and being intimate as much as possible.

Just like today, when his face is nuzzling your neck and his skillful mouth is sucking the bare area with purple and red marks. You can hear his heavy breathing and moans that hang in the air, sending a shiver down your spine to your pussy. You fingers threaded across his hair, the ends of his hair tickling your skin. Your other hand snaked down his waist as you let your fingers stroke up the line of his spine. Whenever he felt your hands dancing over his back, he would pull you against him more, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing against your velvety walls as it hugs your pussy even more snugly. You let out a moan to which he raises his head from your neck. The marks littering your skin that would need a lot of covering up the next day. He swipes his tongue over the splotches to soothe the dull pain; all the while looking at you with lust driven eyes. Your own eyes were glazed with desire as well but today much more than the passion and ardour, you could see the cauldron of love and affection that was spilled and it flooded his eyes. Being in this moment was like floating in the shallow ends of the cool ocean. Comforting, peaceful and away from the world.

You feel his hands on your cheek as he presses his forehead against you and whisper,

“I’m so fucking in love with you, princess”

The comforting aura around both of you lulled you to sleep as you feel your eyelids drooping. With a lovesick smile and a sigh you whisper into his ear,

"I love you too, baby."

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