#Will post on Ao3 and FF tomorrow

[bipolaritysucksbutslaps]

cuddling (yeonbin fluff)

(wc: 390; genre: general yeonbin softness)

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“no,” yeonjun interrupts him, voice strangely firm. he shakes his head decisively. “you stay here.” his hand creeps onto soobin’s knee, so light, almost like a ghost. soobin frowns.

“but hyung–”

“please,” yeonjun interrupts him again. then, much quieter, he adds, “please, stay here.”

and of course he can’t say no, not to those eyes. so he yields. he wraps his arm around the boy’s shoulders, brings him closer, rests his cheek against the mess of black hair. “of course i will stay if you want me to.”

yeonjun hides his face where soobin’s neck meets his shoulder and lets out a sigh of content. the hotness of his breath envelops the younger. he gulps at the sensation. they’re so, so close. and the boy fits against soobin’s side just right – almost as if he was made to be there. maybe soobin could keep him like this forever.

“soobinnie?” yeonjun mumbles after minutes, his lips only barely ghosting over the skin of soobin’s neck. soobin doesn’t manage to stop his body from shuddering. his jaw twitches.

“yeah?”

voice small and sleepy, yeonjun utters, “cuddle me.”

he has not to say any more, because soobin is already lowering the both of them onto the mattress and covering their bodies with the blanket he’s earlier found crumpled at the foot of the make-shift bed.

yeonjun curls into a ball, and after seconds of silence looks over his shoulder in anticipation, only to find soobin lying there like a plank, awkward. he scoffs, then grabs the younger by the forearm – and throws it over his waist.

finally getting the message, soobin shuffles in his spot, until his chest is pressed against yeonjun’s back and nose buried in his hair. it smells nice. he wants to ask about the shampoo he uses.

in front of him yeonjun grabs his whole arm and hugs it like a teddy bear. smiling to himself, soobin wriggles it around until he finds what he was looking for – yeonjun’s hand. he twines it with his own and enjoys the way the boy plays with his fingers sleepily.

soon the movements slow down a little, and then some more, until they eventually come to a full stop, and their hands stay interlocked together for the rest of the night.

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soobin wakes up at dawn and the bed is empty.

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[bonus pic that you need to see for the 1736524th time]

...so this is a little something i've written a while ago, it's a snippet from my current wip that has been stuck in my drafts for MONTHS now, and tbh i'm struggling with it a little (current wc is 26k, and there's way more to go). i love it with everything i have in me, but finishing is super hard for some reason, perhaps because i want it to be perfect...? yeah.

so i'm sharing this in hope someone finds it, reads it and tells me it's worth the struggle :') basically i'm seeking validation hehe

in case you liked it, here's my ao3 profile where you can see my other fics or follow me to get notified when this one finally comes out!

and for those who made it all the way here, here i present you two little somethings that i drew earlier. they are heavily inspired by the fic (which you'll see if you ever get to read it);

[safyresky]

I HAVE YET TO GO TO BED SO IT'S STILL TECHNICALLY MARCH 13TH SO WOE, FROSTMAS YEAR THREE BE UPON YE, AO3!

Give it a read on ao3 HERE.

Year Three

After failing to "make amends" over dinner with Jacqueline, Santa Jack visits the other Frosts to extend an "olive branch".

Physically PAINED ME to write--because I 100% essentially rewrote this chapter while prepping it for crossposting--this year because it's the year Jack goes to see the rest of the fam. And man, reading THIS VERSION OF A REUNION, WHERE MTF DIDN'T HAPPEN, AFTER CRYSTAL SPRINGS HAS BEEN FINISHED? I dealt so much psychic damage to myself, oy vey.

Would've been up sooner but we had a BIG EMOTIONS night here at safyresky industries. Eh, what are you gonna do? Bottle it up like these sprites do? FUCK NO! THAT'S HOW YOU FUCK YOURSELF UP! AH!

Word count went from 7k to 12k. I am SO skilled out of control. RIP.

Not sure what to heck a Frostmas is? I got you, boo! Have a summary:

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Interested? Take it from the top HERE on ao3! And here on ff dot net, where it is done up to Year 10.

And, of course, take a snippet from Year Three below the cut!

It was a moment before the doors swung open, revealing nobody. Jack frowned, confused. He blinked, peering into the foyer. “Can we help you?” Jack slowly lowered his gaze, taken aback by the new, slightly sassy voice. It was high pitched; gratingly so, almost. His heart skipped a beat when he finally came face to face with the figures that had answered the door. They were a matching pair. A boy and a girl. The boy held one of the doors open; the girl stood beside him, holding the other door open with one hand, the other sitting on her hip. They looked remarkably similar: same facial structure, freckles in all the exact same places along their faces. They were also very much on fire, the boy’s hair burning up, the girl’s hair lit at the ends, sparks cracking as she and the boy stared him down, unblinking. And that was when Jack realized that he was a big brother. AGAIN. Doubly so, in fact. It was the only logical explanation, after all. Twins. On fire twins. With very familiar noses and jawlines under the roundness. And very familiar golden eyes. Seems the next set of kids had finally taken after his father. “Hi,” he said, finally finding his voice. “Hey.” “Sup.” “Who are you?” “Who am I? You don’t know who I am? Actually, I should be asking you that. Both of you.” “Well, we asked you first, so…” the boy shrugged, looking up at Jack perplexed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You don’t know who I am? Really?” They shared a look. “Nah.” “Not a clue.” “The jacket doesn’t give it away? The silly hat?” “Ha. It is a silly hat, isn’t it?” The girl snickered. “What about our faces? We have very similar noses, don’t you. Don’t you think?” “Yours is way more crooked,” the boy pointed out. “Do you get punched a lot? I bet you do.” The girl turned to the boy. “He has a kind of gets punched a lot aura, don’t you think?” The boy ignored her, tilting his head. “Are you supposed to be Santa?” “Yes!” “You don’t look like Santa at all.” “Yeah man. Way too frozie around here,” the girl squinted, gesturing to her chin. “And you’re way too skinny,” said the boy. “I’ve been watching my weight! Way too many cookies, and you know, the holly jolly look just isn’t my thing.” “Too many COOKIES?!?!” “The holly jolly look? Isn’t? your thing? But that’s Santa’s thing. That’s his whole shtick!” “YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY COOKIES! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

WHAT INDEED, FIERA! WHAT INDEED.

Down to see how the Frostmas Family Reunion goes? FEAST YOUR EYES HERE!

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And mind my errors, ehehehe.

I wanted to get this posted tf UP so I whooshed it in there after read through #2, and read through #3 is happening presently, if I manage to make it through without distraction. I started a thing called Frostmas Asides? More on that later, but it has my attention rn, and also I am EMOTIONALLY E X H A U S T ED and may just crawl into bed. Absolutely wildin given my penchants for late nights and that it's only midnight o'clock. Does NOT bode well for CR tomorrow, which is funny bc Time Change had me staying up ALL SORTS OF LATE THIS WEEK! AH!

Anyway, some fun changes abound! What's 🆕 for Y3: 2024 Edition:

Upped Bernard sass (delightfully so I think)

Wrote a whole new set of notes to get a vibe of where everyone actually was at, keeping MTF in mind and how the parents specifically are feeling when it occurs in CS

Added another brief bop into the present, with Jack recounting to Jacqueline where she, of course, interrupts him 🤪🤭

And then hits you with angst 😶

Winter's fierceness was upped; Fiera's anger is apparent, and Fino's general inquisitiveness/unease after it all is more apparent lol

WHOLE ASS ENTIRE NEW SCENE OF BLINTER COMFORTING THE KIDDOS POST JACK'S LEAVE. IT PULLS AT THE HEARTSTRINGS, AND, Y'KNOW, IF YOU'VE READ FROSTMAS UP TO THE MOST RECENT YEAR, MORE HINTS THAT WINTER KNEW ABOUT THE BAD THING ALL ALONG >:)

That takes place in the morning room by the window where Jacqueline waited, but this time Blinter's waiting for her, and it's--they--IT'S POETIC, OKAY??? AH!

I think that's everything. I'm too tired to properly recount??? Despite having this rotating in the head all day, lol. Hmu if you notice any GLARING typos! And enjoy Year Three! >:)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

PSA: there’s nothing wrong with the link, i’ve just been made aware that unfortunately ao3 is currently down again 🤦🏻‍♀️ so sorry everyone, hopefully it’ll resolve itself soon! 🤞

🌸 !!CHAPTER ELEVEN POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟳: 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: witch!reader and potions master!pierre run a cute little shop to fulfill anyone’s magical needs. it’s nearing valentine’s day, and the shop is bombarded with desperate humans looking for love charms & potions, even though there’s no magic spell strong enough to replicate true love. oddly, news travels from a few villages over that there’s a potions master who managed to make a real love potion. pierre has to get his hands on it—for the bit, obviously. there’s no way it will work.  📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. not beta read. witchcraft. familiars. cunnilngus. aphrodisiacs. inherent dubcon. vaginal sex. unsafe sex. sudden orgasm? desperation. coming inside. vague structure and explanation of magic. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: pierre gasly x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: need to know • doja cat

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: inspired by amortentia. what can i say at every fanfic writer's core, they’ve read an unhealthy amount of hp ff’s, i don’t make up the rules. we know pierre is a fiend, but uh, i do not even feel like i truly tapped into his true unhinged power with this. n joy, loves !!!

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the shop has been open for fifty-five minutes and it’s already been overwhelmed by desperate humans. valentine’s day is tomorrow; and every naive soul is scrambling to get a love charm or potion. the problem with that is: there’s no magic spell or potion able to mirror true love. however, nobody coming into the shop appreciates that answer. 

after the third time a customer hysterically screamed at you for saying there’s no such thing as a ‘love spell,’ you made a slight tweak to the doorbell. now, every time the door opens a bass-boosted audio of you screaming, “LOVE POTIONS, CHARMS, OR SPELLS DO NOT EXIST” echoed through the shop. unfortunately, that message did not seem to help. you had to change the way you welcomed customers when they stepped up to the counter.

“good morning! welcome in to runes and brews; if you’re looking for a spell of true love, it doesn’t exist. nor does a potion or charm. the most i can offer is a hyperfixation charm, which makes the subject pay more attention to you for twelve hours. this charm doesn’t affect their emotions, you still have to make them attracted to you with your, hopefully, natural charm. are you interested in one, they’re buy-one-get-one free for valentine’s day?”

your customer service grimace smile is stained across your lips as you parrot the same words to each customer. you’ve become an npc. the customers try to interrupt your spiel, but you act as if it’s a piece of unskippable dialogue. if they’re going to come here and harass you over their inability to rizz somebody up—they’re sure as hell going to listen when you speak. at this point, you’ve adopted the ‘it is what it is’ mentality. you’re selling a record number of hyper-fixation charms, you think you might run out of your entire supply hours before the store closes. 

at first, you felt a little guilty about selling these charms to the desperate souls. all they want is true love and you can only offer a temporary fix. but after you’ve been screamed at countless times for telling these non-magiques that you can’t supply them with what they’re asking for, the guilt quickly transforms to ‘idgaf.’ with a twitching eye, you kindly told the customers inside the store to wait just a few seconds while you adjusted the door’s charm. 

you grab the outer doorknob with a hand covered in lapis powder, and imbue it with your aura to edit the current protection spell. thankfully, you remembered to meditate this morning, so casting comes easily. you breathe deeply, before releasing the handle and you make your way back towards the customers. and suddenly, the amount of people entering the shop decreases dramatically.

you have such a manic grin on your face that the customers inside the building stare at you in mild terror. one of the humans swallows their fear, and asks the question they’re all afraid to hear the answer to, “w-what did you do to the uh- to the d-door?”

the lights brighten around you as your grin grows larger, and you nonchalantly answer, “the door reads your intentions before you step inside. if a customer plans to come in and harass me over what is magically impossible, they get cursed.”

the humans gasp in fear, and you’re eyes widen in realization, “oh! no-no, don’t worry, it’s nothing bad! it’s just a floating rose that screams out ‘i have no rizz’ to every person they talk to for the next forty-eight hours. they’ve ruined their own valentine’s day with their terrible manners,” you state proudly.

the mass of customers inside thins out pretty quickly after that. 

thankfully, the door charm seems to do the trick with keeping out unruly folks. you’re able to start working on requests from your usual customers—the barkeep needs her rune for a bottomless keg replenished, the butcher needs his new set of utensils charmed with sharpness, the baker’s assistant needs your help working on the heating charm for the warming-tables, and so on and so forth. you get a new vampire customer today, requesting a sunshade potion—they indulge in telling you that they’re planning to spend valentine’s day outside with their human partner as a surprise. you coo at the vampire adorably as you check them out, and you see their cheeks faintly tint with pink—they must have fed recently. this is why being open for valentine’s day is worth it to you; customers like this remind you that true love still exists.

you wish him luck with his surprise, and hand over the potion, which was made by your true love, pierre. who was supposed to be helping you in the shop about thirty minutes ago. he claimed to have to run out and get a few extra supplies to be able to fulfill all of his orders, but that he’d be back before the shop opened. when he shows his face, the true love between you two may not exist anymore. because you’re going to kill him for hanging you out to dry. you sigh, and make your way into the back storage closet to get a fresh box of dried peonies for the new batch of hyperfixation charms, when you hear the doorbell scream the warning message.

you call-out, “give me one moment and i’ll be right up to help you out! feel free to look around in the meantime!” you summon the box of peonies forward, and spell it to float after you as you make your way out.

turning the corner, you automatically begin your npc introduction, “good morning! welcome in to runes and brews; if you’re looking for a spell of true love, it doesn’t exist. nor does a potion or charm. the most i can offer is a hyperfixation charm—oh, it’s just you—ohmygod—how did you pick up my door curse??”

pierre stares at you in a mixture of bewilderment and amusement, as the rose screams “I HAVE NO RIZZ,” at you. you can only laugh, and summon your phone to your hand to take a video. pierre laughs in reflex, still not sure what’s going on, and suddenly he’s being climbed over like a cat tree by your familiar.

“aha!” you exclaim. “i’ve been looking for you all day, ma’am. what pocket of the universe were you hiding in? you always disappear when the non-magiques come around instead of defending me, cat. what kind of familiar are you?”

pierre struggles to wrangle cat off of his head from where she’s fucking up the rose hanging over him. he side-eyes you heavily when he still sees you recording the whole interaction, and you put the phone down before you step over to get cat off of his head. “madame catalytic converter!” you yell with the force of your ancestors.

yes, you named your familiar catalytic converter, cat for short. it makes perfect sense, she improves your efficiency and decreases the chance for any harmful side-effects when you do magic; just like the car part. pierre says that’s why she never listens to you, for giving her a terrible name. when you asked him what he would’ve named her, he said, “probably, escargot, or something.” you said that’s probably why she hates him more. 

you remove the curse from pierre with a quick touch of your hand to his forehead, and the rose poofs away. madame catalytic converter, hops away quickly, uninterested in either of you again, and struts away to sit on top of the box of peonies you brought up. you narrow your eyes at your familiar, “oh—so you’re not even going to explain yourself? where were you?”

cat stares at you dead in the eyes, before she looks away and starts licking her calico fur clean, dismissing you. you scoff, rolling your eyes, and turn to pierre, “and where were you, monsieur?” you ask, poking a finger to his chest. 

pierre presses a kisses to your cheek in greeting, and raises the one bag he has in his hand as part of his answer, “i told you i was running errands, remember?”

you purse your lips at him, and he smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist to try and pull you in for a kiss. you smack your teeth disapprovingly, gripping his jaw with your hand, and holding him back, “yeah, you told me you were getting extra supplies. plural. and, that you’d be back in time to open the shop.”

pierre avoids your eyes, chuckling anxiously. 

“i’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but, you’ve only come back with one item, and it’s well past the time the shop opened,” you pause, letting pierre simmer, “explain yourself.”

“okaysoilied,” pierre rushes out, and you hum in shock sarcastically, gesturing for him to continue, “but—but! mon amour, i’ve come back with something that could potentially level up my potion making skills!”

you stare at him unamused, “oh ok—well, show me, what is this wonderful thing?”

pierre shifts on his feet, and you are suddenly afraid to know what he’s bought. if his confidence is faltering, you know whatever’s in that bag cannot be good. 

“so, you remember how people were saying the potion shop a few towns over has actual love potions,” pierre starts eagerly, you nod in resignation, already knowing where this is going, “i bought one! well, two actually. i tried to bug the potion maker into telling me what he put in it, but he was so shifty about it. which is completely understandable, if i made a new potion as great as this, i wouldn’t tell anybody my secrets either.”

“okay, pierre,” you sigh, rubbing a hand across your face, disappointed, “why did you buy two of them?”

“oh,” pierre begins, his usual ludicrous smirk returning to his expression, “one for me to study, and one for me to take! the best way to see if it works is to test it out myself.”

you tug his hand off your waist, and step away from him, pointing at him in vindication, “that’s why my curse worked on you! you’re harassing me with this goddamn love-potion shit—you snake, we both know it’s not real!”

pierre groans, following after you as you storm back to the front counter, the peony box floating over as well, cat yowling at the sudden movement. 

“oh, come on, mon amour,” pierre pleads, brandishing the love potion at you, “where is your hunger for magical breakthroughs? aren’t you curious to learn how it works?”

“pierre, babe, it doesn’t work! that’s why i don’t care! and, why would it work on you? we’re already a true love’s match. we’re soul-tied!”

“so, there’s no harm in me taking it,” pierre claims, like he’s found a loophole. 

“pierre, you shouldn’t,” you warn him. the potions master deflates at your words, and you sigh at the sight of his point. you take a few steps to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, and your aura swells with pierre’s love passing to you.

“if you do end up taking it, which you probably will anyways, at least take the time to properly study it. you don’t know if they’re any weird side effects,” pierre perks up, his blue-green eyes losing their saddened look immediately. he happily presses a few more kisses to your lips, and pulls away before pressing a kiss to your hand.

“i will! i’m going to go to the back now and start studying it—“

“uhm, no you are not! you still have to help me run this store, sir! i have plenty of things for you to do. starting with cleaning our cauldrons!”

pierre groans in disgust and whines like a child, “mon amour! please, you know i hate doing that. you can do it with a snap of your fingers, why do i have to do it with manual labor?”

you arch a sharp brow at him, and gently remind him of his behavior, “you shouldn’t have lied to me then, hm?” pierre sulks, and moves towards the back to get started on cleaning the cauldrons.

“don’t look so sad—i could’ve had you collecting the eyes of spiders!”

pierre cringes when he accidentally slams the drawer of his desk closed, pausing cautiously to listen for any movement in the house. it’s late, and you’ve gone to bed hours ago; he’s stayed up trying to identify what exactly this so-called love potion is made out of, and what order of processes it was created with. the frenchman is certain that there are at least seven ingredients in the brew: mature peonies, smashed pearls, crushed dates, powdered rose thorns, rose water, and a potion base of moonstone and lapis. it’s odd, because to pierre the potion smells like warmed vanilla, shea butter, a dash of espresso, and a brush of peppermint—but with every extraction he makes from the potion, there’s no sign of those ingredients. in addition to that mystery, he can tell that this potion took a few weeks to prepare and that it needed constant stirring. he can figure out when ingredients were added to the potion based on how much affect the cooking and heat had on them; the dates and pearls were first, followed by the rose thorns, and it seems like the peonies were added last—he just can’t figure out how they were integrated in the brew. were they added in batches, all at once, did they need changes in stirring motion, etc.. 

putting aside all the unknowns, there is one thing that pierre is sure of: none of the ingredient combinations in this potion would cause any harmful side effects. the powdered rose thorns and crushed pearls are a rare sight in potions but, they create the base of hyperfixation charms and he hasn’t heard of any reports of strange or harmful reactions from these two ingredients. so, the only responsible option for the potions master is to drink the concoction and see if it lives up to be the ‘true love’ potion everyone is claiming it to be.

pierre knocks the draft back quickly and hums pleasantly at the taste, a curious eyebrow raised at how it doesn’t mirror the scent at all. the flavor is sweet and tangy, with a lingering dash of saltiness—it’s delicious. he finds himself wishing he didn’t waste the first potion with experiments so he could taste it again. 

the potions master rocks back and forth on his feet impatiently, he expected the brew to take immediate effect, alas, he feels nothing. pierre shrugs, the potion may take longer to kick in if it’s replicating one of the strongest emotions. he leaves his study and makes his way to the bedroom, and right before he enters the bedroom, he stumbles over cat. your familiar looks at him reproachfully, before she pauses and comes over to sniff at pierre. in the dark, he can see the calico’s eyes shrink into pupils and suddenly she hisses up at him, before she apparates into thin air. pierre scratches at his scalp in a confused manner; cat hissing at him and then disappearing, is not out of the ordinary (it reminds him of the you first brought him home and he tried to charm her with a laser pointer—the familiar stared at pierre like he disparaged her family name), he doesn’t know if that was a reaction just because of him, or if it was a reaction to the potion. 

he continues with his usual nightly routine before he joins you in bed, dressed in a pair of old sweatpants alone. you pout in your sleep, pierre can feel your aura calling to him, unhappy that he’s not curled up against you. he tucks you into his chest when he settled comfortably on his back. he feels your magic calm, the air relaxing when the force of your influence fades. 

the potions master tries to stay up for as long as he can to see if he notices an effect from the brew, but deflates when he doesn’t feel any changes. he knows the chances of this potion working was slim to none, however, he kind of hoped it at least had some effect on him. pierre’s eyes flutter shut as he drifts to sleep, and his last conscious thought is that you were probably right, the potion may not have an effect on true love’s matches.

you squirm awake. it’s boiling hot under the sheets and it shouldn’t be, you placed a cooling charm on the bed. as the fog of sleep unfortunately fades from your mind, you notice that the heat is radiating from pierre. turning around in worry and slight annoyance, you check in on your boyfriend, and the annoyance disappears when you examine his state.

he’s still asleep, but he’s drenched in sweat. his brow is furrowed in what must be pain, and his body squirms across the bed in discomfort. you press a hand to his forehead and hiss at the burning heat from his skin. you groan, already knowing what happened to your dumb potions master—he should be stripped of his title after this. he was working on the damn potion before you went to bed, and he fucking drank it, ignoring your warning, and now, he’s suffering the consequences. you take the same hand that was on his head, and bring it to his shoulder to gently shake him awake. pierre, on the other hand, awakens dramatically, jackknifing upright like you’ve poured water all over him.

the man pants desperately, chest heaving with his stuttering breaths, tongue swiping at his upper lip to clear the sweat gathering there, his teal irises swallowed by enlarged pupils, and his hair is matted and curling against his forehead from the mixture of sweat and heat. his eyes are glazed over, you can tell he’s not quite aware of what’s going on—that’s probably thanks to the incredible fever he’s running—but there’s a hidden glint to them that you can’t puzzle out. 

“oh, pierre,” you lean forward, hands coming to grasp at the sides of his face, steadying him, “you fucked around and found out, didn’t you? there’s no chance you’re capable of telling me the antidote to this, it seems. maybe a spell can alleviate the effects briefly enough…”. as you ramble on, mostly to yourself, you fail to see the look in pierre’s eyes change. the hidden intentions you weren’t able to make out are as clear as day now. the haze over his stare is still present, but the confusion has disappeared. only hunger remains.

you startle when pierre’s trembling hands grasp at your waist. you quirk a brow at him in question, but don’t receive an answer, a verbal one at least. you’re suddenly knocked flat on your back and pierre bodily shoves himself between your legs, hovering over you. and the intense look in his eyes is made aware to you; you’ve seen it before, but it’s never felt this ravenous. you press your eyelids closed and whimper under your breath at your revelation: the ‘true love’ potion is a fucking aphrosodiac.

pierre is so hot. he feels his body shivering dramatically as he holds himself on his hands above you. his muscles weaken from the strain of the fever, and he collapses on top of you. his head lands in the valley of your neck, and he moans at the cooling feeling of your brown skin against his face—he needs more of it, he needs you naked. reinvigorated, pierre attempts to wrangle your clothes off, but he’s unable to do much with his shaky limbs. he begins to anger when your sleep shirt fails to disappear, and tries to rip it down the center. you force his hands away, and tug the shirt up and away before tossing it aside, leaving you in just panties. his anger dissipates, and he presses his body against yours again, and a choked groan escapes him at the relief your naked torso gives him, he goes boneless. 

the relief lasts for less than a minute, before he starts squirming desperately again—he needs to be closer to you. he suckles marks into your neck, moaning lewdly when he feels your hand tangle in his hair, pulling at it firmly. he fights your grasp, unsatisfied with his unfinished claim on your neck and chest, but he submits when he notices you’re guiding him to your lips. 

the meeting of your lips is messy, he can’t manage to find any of his usual finesse. he pants into your mouth in between sloppy, wet kisses, if you can even call them that. his tongue fights against yours, and his hips buck forward at the feeling, which reminds him of the fact that he still has sweatpants on and you have on panties. pierre jerks away, resisting the urge to continue kissing you when you whine out for him so prettily, chest arching upwards, nipples perky and egging him to bite, the bruises on your neck blossoming with reds and purples—he shakes his head erratically, and focuses enough to tug his sweatpants off; he’s never been so happy that he’s not wearing underwear. the skin contact must have done him well, because his hands aren’t shaking anymore as they grasp at your panties. he may not have torn apart your shirt, but the cotton undergarment doesn’t stand a chance, he rips through it like water.

the sound of your shriek at his actions is muted in his ears, and he barely registers the feeling of you shoving at his shoulder in irritation. pierre can only see your pussy. a broken whimper escapes him as he stares; his eyes tunnel to your throbbing hooded clit, the way your entrances tightens and relaxes, like you’re taunting him to fill you up, and you’re soaked for him, lips shining with your wetness—he should just get a brief taste, before he fucks you. he lays between your legs, hands coming around to grip at your thighs to firmly hold you against his mouth, and he’s eating you out like he’s never had a meal before.

the potions master vaguely hears a pleasure-filled scream burst from your chest as he broadly strokes of his tongue against your vulva to collect any wetness you’ve spilled. he muffles his moan into your pussy at the taste, and shifts downward to prod his tongue inside of you to coax more of your juices out. he feels your hips try to buck him off of you, and he growls into you, tightening his grip on your thighs to allow you no escape. you leak steadily into his mouth, even as you try to run from the constant barrage of his lips, tongue, and teeth. pierre’s brow furrows with the effort he puts into eating you out—your taste is addicting. it’s a mouthwatering combination of sweet and tangy, with lingering saltiness. he has a small lapse of deja-vu at your flavor, but it’s quickly dismissed at the drag of his cock against the bed. 

pierre whimpers into you at the pleasure flaring behind his eyelids, as he begins to hump against the bed. he switches from forcing his tongue inside of you and moves his attention to your clit, suckling and twirling his tongue on the button. it sounds like he’s making out with your cunt. your thighs to clamp shut around his head, your hand scrambles to tug at his hair and hold him exactly where you want him, and you start rubbing your pussy against him. fuck, how did he not realize how hard he is. pierre sobs into your pussy overwhelmed, he wants to keep eating you out, and the friction of his cock against the bed feels so good. he knows being inside of you would be better.

the frenchman breaks free from the grasp of your legs, and scrambles back upwards, not giving you time to register the change in position before he breaches your entrance. when the head of his cock pops inside of you, he throws his head back and moans erotically at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. he starts to burn hotter. pierre struggles to hold-off from thrusting into you in one smooth motion—he’s usually cautious when he fucks into you for the first time because he’s well aware of his size and how you struggle to take it all in one sitting. he whimpers hotly, and picks his head up to look at you—and all sense of waiting for you to adjust leaves him head. a line of drool has slid down your cheek, your eyes have rolled back in pleasure, and the sounds of your squeals of pleasure from just the tip of his cock break his restraint.

the man drives his cock deep inside of you in one smooth thrust, and he shudders on top of you, humming in satisfaction at the pulsing grasp of your cunt. pierre feels how he forced the air out of your lungs, your corresponding scream still rattling in his eardrums, but he can’t help how he grinds his cock into you, one, two, three times. he groans out, and starts making proper thrusts into you—he needs to fuck you properly. one of your hands sneaks between your joined bodies and presses at his navel in a weak attempt to halt his movements. pierre knocks it out of the way, before he brings both of his hands to tighten on your waist and starts fucking you with a purpose. it’s selfish and dirty; in a way pierre usually isn’t. he uses himself as a tool to make you cum first all of the time, but you can tell tonight, this is all about him—your orgasm is just a byproduct. he gathers you up in his arms, making sure there’s no gap of air in between you, and starts pumping his hips into you deeply, not pulling out of you any more than a few centimeters.

it’s feels so pleasurable that it could be torture. he’s applying pressure against that spongy spot on your walls so consistently, that you’re legs have already started shaking. he’s fucking you up the bed with the force of his thrust, and he’s conscious enough to place a hand on the headboard to make sure he doesn’t shove you up to hit your head. pierre’s making these sweet, whiny, whimpers, that he attempts to muffle into your neck as he feels himself start pulsating inside of you, dancing along the edge. he feels your nails claw into his back, and it’s like his senses are suddenly returned to full strength from where they were clogged with fuzz. he can hear you try and moan out for him, but his thrusts are so powerful that you keep choking on your words.

he catches the ending of your warning, “pierre-oh—m’ gonna cum! oh, fuck!”

the clenching of your orgasm pushes him into his own, and it’s the most intense crash of pleasure he’s ever felt. his vision whites out and it feels painful in a way only too much pleasure can give. his whole body shakes through each wave of pleasure, and he feels lightheaded at the feeling. pierre can’t even do anything more than jerk his hips forward to pump through the aftershocks, he falls limp on top of you, pinning you under him. his skin feels raw and blown open, and there’s a ringing noise in his ears. he whimpers against your neck, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, and then he’s pretty sure he faints for a few minutes.

when he comes back to the present, you’re humming underneath him, hands rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion. pierre brokenly moans against your throat, oversensitive. you shush him, and scratch at the nape of his neck, just the way he likes but won’t admit to. his breaths slowly even out against your skin, and in a croaky voice he starts talking, “the potion—it smelled like the shea butter of your lotion, the vanilla and coffee of your perfume, and the peppermint of your aura.”

you pause in your motions, and softly ask, “really?”

pierre shifts, hissing at the jostling of his cock still inside of you, and settles again, raising his head up to make lazy eye contact with you, “yeah,” he whispers quietly, before carefully pulling out of you and falling onto his stomach next to you.

you nuzzle up to his side and press kisses against his shoulder, before you offhandedly mention that his fever’s gone down. pierre’s fighting the call of sleep, and mumbles something into the pillow that you can’t make out, and he turns his head to the side so you can hear him, “i dunno how, mon amour, but it tasted like you too.”

you stare at him with wide eyes, neither of you are aware of an aphrodisiac of this caliber. pierre falls asleep, and you close your eyes in a quick prayer—this potion better have run its course, you won’t survive another round of that.

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[thepariahcontinuum]

MARZ Rising - Chapter 169: Victory Is In A Simple Soul

The final battle is over and the end of the final volume is here... Although not quite the end of the story, there will be an epilogue which is twice the usual chapter length posted next week to conclude not only this story, but also the entire Spiral-Verse series.

(This was actually meant to be posted tomorrow but I had a last minute change of schedule)

FF Net

Ao3

[redsnowdrop]

CHARLES LECLERC X OC

Chapter 4 -brother’s best friend; forbidden love-

-> F1 Masterlist <-

She accidentally looked out the window and saw her brother giving her the middle finger from the parking lot, but Flavia strangely smiled. She was amused by that scene. After a few seconds, however, she saw Charles come out and it was clear that the two had met on the stairs or even at the entrance. She followed him with her gaze until she saw him disappear into the distance. Her brother entered without knocking -I think you owe me an explanation-

-You told me the exact same thing when you saw me smoking for the first time-

-It's not the time to joke. What happened- he simply said, he didn't ask. He had his trousers on backwards, no one ever knew how it was possible, his shoes in his hand and dark circles under his eyes that reached his knees.

-Do you want to lecture me when not only have I brought you home but when your breath also smells like a dead mouse?-

-I think it was Charles who took me home- he pointed his finger at her –I saw him as I was coming in-

-Yes, I ended up getting drunk and he was kind enough to drive my car-

-Did he also put on you the pajamas? Why did he leave the house now?-

-How do you know how much time has passed since we returned?-

The hangover was starting to affect Antonio's mental clarity –You know what? I have a headache- he closed his eyes and lowered his head -Just tell me that you haven't had sex with him-

-Why would it be so serious?- she provoked him with a mischievous smile on her face but for Antonio it wasn't the ideal morning for joking.

-Because Rosa is already dating Lorenzo and I'm Arthur's friend, the situation is already messed up itself-

Flavia had a confused expression –What‘s wrong with that?-

-Think about when Rosa will leave Lorenzo for a man who has a fatter wallet, between me and Arthur it will be embarrassing and it would be even worse if two sisters went out with two brothers, who, coincidentally, are my friends, in some way. You've had so many nice and stunning boyfriends, is it really too much asking you to stay away from my friends?And what if after getting together you're the one who breaks up? What are we doing? Do I invite my friend and your ex to our house?-

-You are a friend of Arthur, not of Charles and Lorenzo and Rosa are thirty years old- the blonde underlined.

-I also remind you that I graduated and I am taking a sabbatical. I'll stay here, you leave for Milan tomorrow for your stupid photography course. When you argued with all your friends I did favors for you so, I don't feel like I'm asking you for the moon by begging you not to do it with my friends- he remarked with a hint of anger in his voice. He wasn't really angry though, he loved his sister and they had always been there, in some way, for each other and Antonio cared a lot about friendships and having fun. It seemed reasonable to him to ask her for this small favor after all the sacrifices he had made for her.

-Anyway I was just teasing you-

He lay down in the guest room because he couldn't stand after driving half an hour after a party that lasted until four in the morning.

-Nothing happened, don't worry- they looked into each other's eyes -and I promise you that nothing will happen- she smiled at him bitterly. An emotion which, however, his brother did not grasp as his vision was blurred.

It was just one kiss and I'm going home tomorrow, he'll forget about it and so will I. We will move forward and I will return the favor to Antonio. No one will ever know anything and we will all go our own way.

But that kiss happened and I loved it.

Hi guys! This is a small spoiler from my story! That will be posted on AO3!

I will prioritise other FF (Carlos and Lewis’ for sure) because this FF needs more work to do (not only I have to translate the whole thing in English but I desperately need to change the finale and her personality in the latest chapters as well because it’s the one I liked less overall)

(Flavia is the oc, Antonio and Rosa are her siblings! Just to clarify if it wasn’t clear enough!)

Hope you like it and let me know what you think! For any questions I’m always reachable!

See you soon, xoxo!

[count-von-kit]

Finally. That little Camp Boolieve x FF crossover fantasy AU I've been saying I'm going to write time and time again [I said it at the beginning of the year but that's besides the point]. I finished the first part tonight. With it, seeing as ultimately it's nothing more than a creative exercise for me to have fun with, I've decided it will be shorter chapters no more than 10 pages long. Anyway, I'm pretty excited about this. I still have some editing and revisions to do tomorrow before I can post it on the protected blog [and maybe ao3], but for now I leave y'all with a small little excerpt.

[rand0msmil3z]

Beneath Silver Skies: Chapter 19 has been posted! I'll upload the final chapter tomorrow 🤍 Enjoy! 🐴 ➡️ Rating: E ➡️ Ao3 & FF Links Below:

(I'm still figuring out how Tumblr works and the best way to post these links, so bear with me 🙈 The struggle is real)

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Hope you enjoy your holidays and break from school!

On the ao3 wrapped:

3. What work are you most proud of?

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Thanks for all of your wonderful stories! :)

Hey, love. Thanks for the ask and the well wishes. It's been good but busy here for me. Hope you had lovely holidays as well!

3. What work are you most proud of?

At this point, I'm most proud that I actually managed to return to Spellbound and get an update finished after so long without one. Also managed to get three more chapters almost done although I unfortunately was unable to get those done and posted before the end of the year. Sigh.

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

More than I can probably finish, lol. But here's my priority list on what I want to finish in 2023, in order of priority.

Spellbound

Outside Chance

Outside Expectations

Outside the Lines

Where the Stars Crumble to Life

Assorted and sundry challenge prompts. I have at least 8 outstanding everlarkficexchange prompts alone that have accumulated over previous years. I'd like to get two or three of those done this year.

One Last Hope because I'd like to finish at least one of my WIPs that's gone 7+ years without an update and I feel like that one is the most doable.

Anything else I can manage to finish. My Lucifer au that I barely started, Fickle Games, Septimus which is a story I started for a round of PiP but never finished (don't bother looking for it on ao3 or ff, it's not up on those sites), and the piece that I began but couldn't finish in time for the "This Would Have Happened Anyways" challenge are on my radar scope for the year as well. In 2024, I will have been posting everlark fanfic for 10 years and by the time that year winds down, I'd like to feel that I've made a dent in all the pieces I still have hanging out in the wings. So basically, I'm giving myself two years to check all the fanfic boxes I've left open and meanwhile I plan on at least attempting to get something original published. I don't know what just yet.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Out of the ones I worked on this year, that would probably be a tie between Spellbound and Outside Chance. Overall, probably Maybe Tomorrow or 9000 r.p.m. I've gone back and reread my favorite parts of Wrapped in Red and Unmasked from time to time, but I rarely manage a full start to finish reread of either of those.

[geminusbayonet-xv]

Flower of Damocles: Chapter 13 - Stepping Towards a New Tomorrow

FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14119618/13/Flower-of-Damocles

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40862862/chapters/117031693

Cover art provided by: xazi.__ on Instagram.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: F/F 

Fandom: Senki Zesshou Symphogear  Language: English

Relationships: Cassandra Jiang Lanfen (OC)/Shinonome Aiko (OC), Godai Yuki/Kaburagi Otome, Maria Cadenzavna Eve/Kazanari Tsubasa

Characters:, Cassandra Jiang Lanfen (OC), Shinonome Aiko (OC), Godai Yuki, Ayano Komichi, Tsuchiya Kagero (OC), Kazanari Genjuurou, Elfnein (Symphogear).

Additional Tags: Yuri, Major Original Character(s), Original Character(s), Trans Female Character, Trans Male Character, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Action & Romance, Eventual Romance, Drama, Post XV, Five Years Later

Words: 157189 as of Chapter 13.

Chapters: 13/26

[madam-wakefield]

Open when...Chapter 6

AO3 Link FF Link

Summary:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 When a few years into their relationship Bernie is asked to go back to the army and deploy Serena isn't sure how she's going to get through the nine months without her girlfriend. What she doesn't expect is for it to be her girlfriend who has the perfect set of surprises to get her through both the best and the worst days. Canon divergent - Elinor lives (well actually the accident never happens), Raf lives, and Cameron isn't a total ass! The staff of AAU also probably didn't all work on there at the same time in canon but do in this! The fic is already fully written with the first few chapters having already been Beta'd. 27 chapters including the epilogue. Hoping to post every Monday and Friday!

Open when you are being driven crazy by Elinor…

She bangs her head against the desk, loud enough that it’s probably audible to Elinor on the other end of the phone, though that may not be a bad thing right now. She’s told Elinor five times already that she is at work and that no, she CANNOT drive up to Brighton to pick her up because she’s had a falling out with the friends she’s gone away for the weekend with. 

“No, Elinor, I’m working right now and tomorrow, and actually for the next three days. Unfortunately, despite being your mother, I can not drop everything just for you. I have a hospital ward to run, and I don’t think losing my job because I’ve left work to come and pick you up would look too good. What about your father? Can’t he come and get you?”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say because she gets an earful from her daughter about never mentioning her dad to her again because his new wife is SO much more important than his daughter is. And as much as Serena hates to say it, she agrees with Edward on this one. Not that Elinor should come in second to yet another new love interest of his, but that Elinor needs to fend for herself and learn that the world can’t just drop everything when it suits you. If the world did that, she’d have Bernie here right now. The ward is crazy and Raf is on holiday and Morven and Jasmine are ill so she’s been left with a bunch of F1s who, despite having the initial five years of med school training under their belt, still have so much to learn and still need so much of Serena’s support and expertise. The only saving grace is that Dom has come down from Keller to lend a helping hand. 

And just as she’s thinking of Dom, he’s there knocking on the door, “I’m sorry, Miss Campbell, but we have an emergency being brought in in the next ten minutes, just wanted to give you the heads up.” She nods her acknowledgement at Dom before returning her attention to Elinor.

“Look, Elinor, I’ve got to go, I’ve got an emergency coming in at work. Looks like you are going to have to find a way to sort out your differences with your friends. I love you, and I’ll speak to you once you’re home.” 

Serena doesn’t give Elinor a chance to reply before she hangs up the phone down with a sigh. She really does try with Elinor but sometimes she can’t help but blame Edward for raising her to be so spoiled. 

She goes into surgery still stressing about the situation with Elinor, glad that she is able to do the liver repair surgery with ease. She lets Dom do a lot of the work, knowing that getting to work on a few trauma surgeries will do him some good professionally too. She doesn’t get back into the office until much later that evening. When she does, she picks up her phone to move it off some paperwork she needs to complete before she can call it a day only to realise there are fifteen missed calls and even more text messages from her delightful daughter. 

She scans them quickly, none of them too polite, all blaming her for every problem the two of them have ever had, telling her she always cares about work more than she does Elinor. She sighs and throws her phone on the desk, not bothering to reply to the childishness. 

She loves Elinor dearly but sometimes she drives her crazy.

It’s then that she remembers seeing an envelope from Bernie holding exactly the same words. She’s got paperwork to do, but heaven knows she’s not going to get it done while she’s feeling like this, so taking time to read a letter from Bernie isn’t going to hurt. 

Serena – Open when you are being driven crazy by Elinor…

My Dearest Serena,

Take a breath! We all know how crazy Elinor can make you, but stop, pause and just give yourself a second. Yes, she drives you crazy, but you love her and you wouldn’t have her any other way. And sorry to say it, but she got some of her fierceness from you. 

I don’t know what she has done or is doing to drive you crazy but just take a step back and think. Remember how much you value your relationship with her, how much you love being able to go and watch her performances. Remember all the good times you’ve had with her and remind yourself why you wouldn’t have her any other way. 

Better? Good, now go and speak to her or call her or text her or do whatever it is you need to make her realise how much you care about her. This is time for the two of you now so I’m going to say I Love You and I miss you, and let you go.

All My Love, Bernie,

Your Big Macho Army Medic x

Serena is so thankful for Bernie at this moment. She knows how hard Bernie finds it not really having a relationship with her own daughter, but she always supports Serena’s relationship with Elinor. She will do anything to make sure Serena knows why it’s so important to maintain her relationship with Elinor. Serena takes a breath and picks up her phone from the desk, composing a new message to her daughter. 

Elinor, despite what you might think I do love you and care about you. Unfortunately, you are a 22-year-old college student and I can’t just drop everything to come and pick you up, no matter how much I want to be there to support you. Part of adult life is working through disagreements so unfortunately you are going to have to do that this time. Once again, I do love you, message me once you’re home and we'll arrange a girly day out. 

And if, when they go out for their girly day, Elinor inquires about how Serena is doing without Bernie and if Bernie is okay, she will totally take that as progress.

[dunefandomevents]

Dune Mini Bang 2023

Writer Sign Ups open TOMORROW!

Writer Sign-Ups Open - May 1st - May 14th Check In 1 - June 14th Snippets Deadline - June 30th Artist Sign Up / Art Claims - July 1st - until all stories are claimed Check In 2 - July 14th Rough Draft Due - Aug 18th Posting Claims  - Aug 18th - Aug 25th Posting Schedule Announced - Aug 26th Final Drafts/Art Due - Aug 31st Posting Starts - Sept 3rd

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[khionefr0st]

just drew the sauciest, sexiest Tim and now im wondering if I should post on ao3??? what am I doing lmao I have bigger problems than this. I have 2 exams tomorrow ffs HAHAHJSHJS

[divagonzo]

Consequences - Andromeda Tonks et al

A/N:  this spur of the moment story was inspired by This post and This post, by @blitheringmcgonagall and @lytefoot . It’s the first AU on my part... a Snape Lives AU.

Yes, I am writing an AU with Snape living. I know it’s strange, coming from the Dragon.

Rated T for a few choice words and magical violence. Ace safe and it will go up tomorrow on FF.net and Ao3.

“Must you go so early?”

“I have a meeting at 7 with the Directors of MLS and the International Wizarding Confederation. But I will be back in time for tea.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek before a peck on the lips. While he departed in a swirl of green flames and purple and gold robes, Andromeda Tonks went back to the modest kitchen of her cottage west of Yeovil, in Somerset. She put a kettle on and sat down to read the news from the morning Daily Prophet, wondering what salacious gossip that dung beetle Rita Skeeter would slander her family with today.

Tap Tap Tap

Andromeda put down the morning paper and went to the window in her kitchen. There stood a magnificent owl, larger than one of the barn owls the school used. The Great Grey Owl hooted softly, looking unlike anything she had seen before. “Who could be owling this early in the morning?”

She opened the window and the owl hopped in. She plucked up some rashers from the pan, cooking up magically, and she handed over one to the owl, who tore it apart immediately. Once down the hatch, the owl hooted again.

“So they need a reply back, do they?”

Hoot Hoot

Andromeda cracked the wax seal on the parchment, recognizing immediately the signet insignia from Hogwarts. Minerva wouldn’t send her an owl if there was anything remiss with her beloved Teddy. No, this must be something else. But the school owls –

“Oh my word!” she gasped reading the scrawl a second time to take it all in. “Well, I’ll be. He is like his Mum that way.” She read it a third time, chuckling at the indignation that dripped with every word written on the parchment, along with a smile breaking out at the fury scratched into the bottom of the parchment stipulating the aforementioned consequences for such behavior.

“You’d think that Headmistress McGonagall would have firecalled me last night after this. Maybe she was too busy keeping order in the school after what happened.

Andromeda went to the secretary, outside of the kitchen, and sat down to write a response to the extraordinary parchment of information before her.

“Dear Mrs. Tonks,

I am writing to you this afternoon to report that your grandson, Edward Lupin, hexed me in front of students in the NEWTS potions section. I am outraged at his behavior and demand that you see to additional consideration for his disrespectful behavior right this instant. How dare he – “

Tap Tap Tap

Andromeda looked up from the parchment and saw a second owl at her window, tapping on the glass. This one, she could only assume came from her recalcitrant grandson, one Teddy Lupin. She pointed her wand at the window and opened it, letting the school barn owl in. She sent him a second rasher, now cooling on the countertop, and took the roll of parchment from him as well. “Does my dear grandson need a reply or can it wait until I send it with this other courier?”

Hooooottttt

“Very good, then. Have another rasher and be on your way, then. Fly safely,” She said out of habit, borne of the years when every bit of correspondence that came to her window set a boulder rolling down her throat and landing with a painful thud in her stomach. She reflected back out of paranoid habit that any time she let Teddy out her sight, even for an hour would give her the worst panic attacks. Thank goodness that she learned to trust Harry, and then Ginny, along with Molly and Bill and Fleur and the rest of the Weasleys with the care of her only grandson.

It took years before she could handle being away more than an hour before a panic attack gripped her heart, making her think it would explode if she didn’t see him that instant, knowing he was safe.

She chuckled at the memory of her former self, one who had lost so much and so many near and dear to her. Now? She trusted her grandson’s Godfather implicitly, along with the Weasleys and those who loved and adored Teddy completely.

She went back to the secretary and sat down at her desk. A bold idea gripped her and she thought, ‘this does deserve my personal attention and not an owl sending a reply.’ He did hex a professor, even if it was for the noblest of reasons.

“Owl, what is your name?”

Hoot Hoooot Hoot

“Vikare, is it? Well, I am going by Floo to Hogwarts. I have an owl carrier. Would you like to travel back in a mere moment rather than fly back?”

Hoooooottttt

“Sorted, then.” Andromeda tucked the parchment in the pocket of her housecoat and set off to her bedroom, intending to dress sharp for her unannounced meeting with the particular professor in question.

“Hogwarts, Headmistress’ fireplace.”

The flames turned bright orange in the parlour fireplace before she pushed her head into the flames. “Headmistress McGonagall, Headmistress?” She knew that Minerva would be present in her quarters but since it was only 8 am on a Friday she gathered that she might actually be in her official office and not her quarters. Then again, she –

“Speaking,” a quiet voice came from the room off of the main one, connecting the spacious quarters for the headmaster/mistress to the office in question.

“Minerva? It’s Andromeda.”

“Andy?” Minerva pulled up a padded chair to the fireplace, intending to sit comfortably and not strain her knees or back at her age. She still had students to deal with in an hour but in front of a dear friend, she could show some vulnerability.

“I received an owl, well, two owls this morning, one from the Potions professor and one from my Grandson. Please tell me that it’s all a misunderstanding.”

Headmistress McGonagall smirked. “Oh I wish I could tell you it’s a misunderstanding but it’s actually the barebones truth. I presume you wish to come through, to talk with your grandson and the professor in question? Will I need to mediate the meeting?”

“It might seem prudent, my dear. Might I come through along with this magnificent specimen of an owl named Vikare? I don’t want the dear bird to tire out from such a long trek back with nothing to deliver.”

“Sure, send him through. I trust you have a Floo-proof cage for him. The last owl that went via cage and no shielding couldn’t fly again for months. Poor fellow kept getting turned around in the first gust of wind.”

Andromeda threw in the Floo Powder, turning the flames green. “My cage is protected, thanks to the nice people at Eeyops and the Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes.” She put the enchanted covering on the cage and heard it go completely silent underneath. The magic of the covering was a mild sleeping powder over anything in the cage, where they would sleep through the whole ordeal, only waking a few minutes after the cover was lifted. Whoever came up with that bit of brilliant magic was a genius.

She gently pushed the cage into the fireplace and nudged it into the slipstream, watching it disappear in an instant.

“Do you have the cage?”

“I do. Come through and I will send for your grandson and the professor in question.”

Andromeda stepped into the now empty fireplace and swirled away, remembering to keep her elbows tucked in and her purse in front of her face. At her age, she couldn’t tolerate all of the soot and dust Floo travel entailed now.

“Andy!” Minerva greeted her warmly, letting her brogue slip through some. “I wondered when I would be hearing from you over this situation. I’ve already sent for both of them so they should be here shortly.”

“I assume it happened yesterday?”

“It did, during class. From what I understand of the situation, something upset him earlier in the day, perhaps during his two-hour block of independent study that Pomona has her students engage in this term. Well, from speaking with the other students in the classroom, he came into the room in an epic fit of temper. So I am told, the professor didn’t notice something was very wrong in the classroom and proceeded to start the session, teaching how to brew Dreamless Sleeping potions.

“Well, your grandson cheeked the professor in front of everyone. Now you know the professor in question will not tolerate any insubordination in his classroom, not from anyone.”

“I seem to recall, vaguely. But please, go on.”

“The professor gave immediate detention for it. Your grandson yelled back. The class devolved into chaos and anarchy. Anyway, it got up to a week’s detention before Teddy yelled out what was bothering him so much.”

“And that was?”

The ancient oaken door opened with a loud squeak and there at the door was Teddy Lupin, wearing his robes, hat, and Turquoise blue hair that changed immediately once he saw his grandmother sitting in the headmistress’ office. His hair and eyes shifted to mouse brown and he shrunk down on himself slightly.

“Come in, Mr. Lupin. I was just explaining to your grandmother what happened yesterday.”

“I wish you’d have contacted Uncle Harry,” he muttered.

“I didn’t contact her, Mr. Lupin. I presume the professor sent his own correspondence.”

“I did, Headmistress,” a guttural voice articulated. In the doorway stood Professor Snape, looking worse for wear in his 54 years. “I figured that Mrs. Tonks should know exactly what happened, if not exactly why it happened.”

The professor stumped up each step of the stairs leading to the official office, using a large walking stick with a handle on the end for support. Professor Severus Snape stood there, regarding his disobedient student and the two older witches before him.

His face was scarred horribly on one side, and a large chunk of skin was missing from his face and jaw. Somehow he had survived his wounds inflicted by a magical snake and lived to tell the tale.

“And that would be, Professor Snape?” Andromeda’s voice took on the haughty quality of her Pureblood heritage, looking down upon someone who wasn’t her equal. “Please, do tell me what happened.”

He stumped over and looked at the proffered chair and shook it off. “Your grandson hexed me and this is how I look. Madame Abbot said that the curse will wear off in a month. I have to admit that it was a ruthless bit of brilliance on the part of Mr. Lupin, who seems to have a penchant for taking after his father.”

“You leave him out of this, you bastard.”

“Edward, enough.” Andromeda looked over at her shoulder at her grandson who had the smarts to keep quiet when his grandmother used his formal name. She turned back to the professor and fought down a grin of her own.

Professor Snape stood at the corner of the desk, complete with a long bushy tail, recessed pointed ears that lay flat against his sallow skin and scalp, and was covered in dark grey fur, minus the scar on his face. With his recessed brown eyes and elongated hands, he appeared like he accidentally took Polyjuice potion that had been contaminated with wolf fur.

“Your grandson hexed me, in the middle of class, in front of all of the NEWTs students. It was an uncalled for attack, without provocation – “

“Liar! You know what you did, you sorry – “

“Teddy,” Andromeda’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper, “One more word from you unasked and I will have to silence you myself. I know you would despise not getting a chance to speak up for yourself.”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

“Good lad,” She turned back to the others and saw Minerva with a ghost of a grin on her face, gone immediately. “You were saying, Professor Snape? You said that it was without provocation? My grandson wouldn’t act impulsively, not without excellent reasons, unless you are questioning my childrearing skills.”

The two others had a staring contest and Professor Snape blinked first. He didn’t reply to her unasked question.

“I didn’t think so. Now, it’s obvious that my grandson cursed you with what appears is a non-permanent version of Lupus mutatio lupinotuum pectinem. I assume that is the one you used, correct Teddy?” He nodded solemnly. “But it appears you missed one flick of the wand since the professor here looks incredibly like himself.”

“Probably,” he muttered.

“Did you intend to use that particular spell on him when you cursed him?”

He lifted his chin and his hair went candy floss pink, along with his eyes. “I did. I don’t deny I did it.”

“Why did you, Mr. Lupin?” Professor Snape tried to speak softly but it ended in a slight yip.

“Isn’t it obvious, Professor?” Teddy sneered. “I read what you did, you sod. You outed him. You, of all people. It ’s ‘cause of you that he couldn’t work, ‘cause of you that he was homeless and knotless. Its cause of you that he – “

“Enough,” Professor Snape barked. “Yes, I did out your Father. Would you like to know everything?”

Teddy’s hair turned jet black and prompted green eyes. “I already do know everything,” his answer came out like a slight hiss. “My Godfather told me everything, along with Barrister Granger.”

“Ah, so they told you the child’s version, it seems, in dealing with a dangerous fugitive – “

“Severus, I would be wise to not speak so harshly about my favorite cousin, one that it turns out the ministry made a mockery of justice in condemning him without a trial, subjecting him to the horrors of Azkaban without a trial, much less the fact that you tried to have him along with my son-in-law receive a Dementor’s Kiss out of furious fit of pique. See, I also spoke with Director Potter in regards to everything involving my son-in-law after he and his wife perished that night, one that somehow you survived miraculously, while still grievously injured.” She huffed, slightly. “Teddy, since I think you used the one in question; it’s designed to last until the next full moon, correct?”

“Yes, Grandmother. I wanted the – “

“Mr. Lupin, you’re in enough trouble as it is already.”

He cleared his throat. “I wanted the Professor to know what it felt like as my Father, to know how he was shunned when he was outed, being the monster that mothers tell their children to behave. You intentionally did it, because you were upset to not be awarded something important and so ruined his life financially, using the Toad’s help in the Ministry.”

“A month, you say? Surely there is a counter-curse.”

Andromeda smiled. It was wicked. “Oh, there is one. It’s a Black family secret. But the pain is too much to bear for most mere mortals. It forces you to change back into human form within an hour. Most perish from the agony of the pain of a lycanthropic change unless they are already contaminated with a werewolf bite.”

“He hexed me, Mrs. Tonks.”

She glanced back at Teddy, smiling warmly. “What a tragedy,” She turned back to the Professor standing aside the desk, “just like your birth.” Andromeda turned to Headmistress McGonagall. “Since my Grandson did attack a professor, even with provocation, he still must be punished. I won’t abide him getting away with things like his mother did repeatedly.”

“He should be expelled and do time in Azkaban.”

“No, I don’t think so, Professor Snape. You seem to have done enough damage to my family to last three lifetimes. No, I think that Teddy should have to do detentions with you every night until the curse wears off.” Andromeda turned back to her Grandson, who was standing tall, looking much like his father, but with candy floss hair and turquoise eyes. “Yes, a month’s detention should suffice. “It’s only fitting since you seemed to have escaped most of the consequences for your choices, Severus. However, my Grandson is nothing like you.”

“I will have him for a month, on top of being a bloody wolf?”

“Severus, I concur with the decision. A month’s worth of detentions with you should suffice as punishment, especially in light of the fact that you stood aside while students were tortured when you were Headmaster that year.”

“We’ll discuss that later, Headmistress.” He stomped off with his walking stick, escaping the other witches penetrating gazes.

“Mr. Lupin, you have class shortly. I suggest that you not be tardy.” Professor McGonagall gave Teddy a look. He went over to hug his grandmother and a peck on the cheek before dashing out of the office and down the stairs towards his next lessons.

[xperiwrites]

With my very limited internet access for the moment: To the few Anons who are making comments about my fanfiction/original fiction

Here’s hoping this posts eventually, and please excuse typos as I’m working on my phone. 

I have an AO3 account (Xperimental) where I write original fiction and, now, also fanfiction. I started by writing explicit, experimental (haha u get the name huh), original fiction. One of my first was also a semi-fanfiction of the explicitly sexual game Corruption of Champions. 

Recently I’ve gotten involved in The Witcher fandom, and have started writing fanfiction for it. As of today, I have exactly one explicit story for the fandom posted. I’ve now gotten 2 anonymous comments on tumblr asking if I’ve Abandoned my original stories for fanfiction. The short answer to that is no. One I need to finish the last chapters before posting as I’m daring to include a plot twist to porn, and one I need to be in the mood to write it’s final, semi unnecessary chapter. I also have other stories in the works. Non-fanfiction stories ;)

I’ve gotten 1 anonymous comment asking if they should be “worried” I’ll bring my “Kink” to my fanfiction. I’m assuming they haven’t read the consensual mind control sex fic I posted a little while ago. Or, if they did, they did not read the tags before jumping in.

Yes you should be worried, and thanks EVER so much for making me feel self conscious about what I post. 

I have made a series on ao3 for ~just~ my fanfiction that people can subscribe to if they don’t want notifications for non-fanfiction. TO BE CLEAR: This is not to cast judgement.  11/11 original works by XPerimental are rated explicit and sure as heck are. If that’s not your jam, I take no offence. I tag to the best of my ability because I ~know~ what I write isn’t for everyone. So, anon, read the tags before you read the fic. Police and cultivate your own experience. 

Now, I feel like perhaps this shouldn’t bother me the way it has, but there is a bit of mental dissonance I feel between writing fanfiction and original fiction, and on top of work stress and other stress, getting targeted anxiety about writing from an anonymous person is just, y’know, it’s GREAT. THANKS. 

TL;DR: I tag all my fiction, original and fan, so read the tags and you won’t be surprised by themes you dislike. Also I’m still working on my original fiction. I write both original fiction and fanfiction now, and will not stop writing either.

Thank you to all the people sending in prompts anonymously! I know I haven’t posted them, but mostly because geraskier week is coming up ;) getting everything ready to start posting on Feb 14th/2020. Feel free to send in more prompts if you’d like

[casiavium]

SOMEBODY yell at me to go to sleep before I relapse into another lotf phase for no apparent reason