#love potions are gross pass it on

[discocandles]

so do y'all remember the post(maybe its a tweet idk) that's like "a hot goth who lives in the woods and when they answer the door, they sigh and say "no, i'm not the witch, he lives over there." and points to a dazzling pretty boy in a golden waistcoat waving excitedly at them. this happens 253 times a month."?

what if I said platonic stobin in a fantasy au?

Like when they go shopping in the market, some of the vendors are like "there's the local witch who lives in the woods, a very helpful soul." and passerby always assume it's the woman wrapped up in a dark shawl and flowing dress. but no, it's the himbo with the gorgeous hair dressed in a sparkly tunic.

and another part of the post was like "a fair maiden knocks on the goth lady's door and says she's here to find love. the goth sighs and points across the road like 'the witch is over there, but he doesn't do love potions. he could give you one for beauty, but it typically just makes you more confident.' to which the maiden sheepishly explains that she talked to the witch, and he sent her over here. to which the goth lady looks across the street and the witch is grinning and gives her a thumbs-up."

like do you see what I'm putting down here? like rovickie? Ronance? Buckingham mayhaps? Steve would definitely do this!

Or if they were to just move in together to solve the issue going to the wrong house issue? perfect, Steve and Robin are basically roommates anyway, you just add in some witchy shenanigans. Like them chatting/bickering while Steve is brewing potions? fantastic, unless it gets more rowdy and Steve adds a bit too much of one ingredient and almost explodes. or gardening together? immaculate.

anyway, fantasy au Steve and Robin owns my brain now

[booppooo]

what’s going on here? pt. 2

*warnings: sapphic shit obvi, oral (reader receiving), tribing, dry humping, mentions of being støned, it’s gon’ get messy ! don’t know why I wrote in first person for the last part forgive me

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“Mm wait-“ Ellie peeled away from the smushed, messy state that your lips had become.

She gently took your hand in hers and slightly jogged over to her bed, throwing herself down effectively bringing you on top of her. You adjusted to straddle her then resumed swirling your tongues and creating a potion of moans and desperation in each other’s mouths. Naturally, Ellie’s hands fell to your thighs, heating things up tenfold, massaging her with her strong fingers. Each time her hands felt along the length of your legs they dipped further toward your simmering groin.

“You don’t need these.” She grumbled through the heated kiss.

Though she was below you physically, you were more than fine with her taking the reigns, so you worked to get your pants off in a frenzy. Next she shimmied your shirt off, grappling you against her so she could suck patches of purple onto your collar bone and chest. The wet heat trailing toward your tits made you grip at her hair for stability, sucking through your teeth when her tongue experimentally flicked against your nipple.

“Shit.”

It almost felt out of your control once your hips began to grind against her jeans. Even the smallest amount of pathetic friction made your face unbelievably hot and your panties worthy of a second grand opening of sea world. Your left tit came under scrutiny of Ellie’s tongue and lips - soft yet hungry advances. Meanwhile, her palms felt compelled to set the pace and pattern of your hips against hers. Sometimes she’d pull on your waist and urge you to go fast, and the instant your breathing picked up, she’d slow you down to hear you whine.

Suddenly, your hair was against her pillows, her lanky figure hovering over you with dark eyes. Her knee knew exactly where it needed to be - against your already messy cunt - allowing you to sample friction at any cost. The freckled girl started again at your lips, just one slow, deep kiss that left you practically dizzy. Up next was your neck, followed by your sternum, passing by your stomach and stopping just above the band of your undergarments.

“Yes - don’t ask - just yes.” You sounded far more exasperated than you imagined.

Ellie’s gaze somehow grew even darker at your pressing desire, not hesitating to curl her fingers around the waist band and rip them down your legs. Your legs were forced against your chest and Ellie’s mouth collided with your sloppy center.

“God!” You cried, digging your nails into the sheets.

She didn’t miss a beat to start sucking on your clit. It was a real definition to ‘eating’ pussy, diving in like it was a pie eating contest. Needless, it had your knees wobbling and thighs trembling. There was a lustfully gross sound emitting from below your waist attesting to how much Ellie loved to make things sloppy. It was a wet euphoria for you. Your body felt like it’s only form of consolation was fisting the sheets and huffing out moans.

“Cum - I’m gonna cum -!” The orgasm building within you showed no sign of holding back.

Until Ellie pulled herself away. You immediately shot up, ready to chew her out for doing something so rude! But, she was unbuttoning her jeans, slipping off her boxes, tugging off her shirt…

“Back against the sheets.” Ellie instructed, her palm stiff on your chest.

In one (and what looked like familiar) movement, Ellie had her leg swinging over yours, successfully slotting your bodies together. Her free hand extending your leg left your ankle over her shoulder. Once your clits collided, the welcomed sensation of sticky warmth tingled up your spine and made your eyes roll.

“Ohhhhh Ellie…” you sounded impressed.

Her fingers gently curled around your jaw so you were forced to focus on freckled features swirl into a smirk, “You are so fun to fuck,” for Ellie watching your stoned, glazed gaze admire her was already sending waves of sensation to her groin.

It was like someone took a mixer to your brain the way Ellie left you in a puddle. What brought you back was her hand slithering up your leg, then her dragging her clit against you. Both of you sung a version of a moan, wordlessly agreeing to not stop.

With your mind and body buzz mixing with Ellie grinding into you expertly, it felt like your body was concocting the next big street drug. Through your daze you took the liberty of letting your finger tips enjoy the sensation of tracing Ellie’s abs. Next was the dough of her tits, massaging and squeezing at the mounds. There was a new passionately awful sound whispering from your cunts sliding past one another creating one more thrust closer to ecstasy, and mimicking the sensation of a slip and slide.

“God you feel so fucking good.” Ellie groaned with a mix of annoyance and delight.

Thankfully the start of your orgasm was beginning to welcome itself back, creating more slick and sensitivity to the mess between your legs. You pleaded with shortness of breath to Ellie to not stop, fearful she’d pull the ol’ one-two on you again. But one glance at her face - mouth agape, brows squeezing together, glazed eyes fixated on your clits slipping past one another - you knew she was going to be cumming along side you.

This fueled you, had you pressing back up against her to intensify it all.

Ellie began to stutter, “Sh-shit,” gasping for air, “gonna-“

“Cum on me,” you sounded desperate, as if her cum was the key to salvation.

Not a second after you, Ellie was panting- “Cumming cumming cumming-!”

Finally, you saw you window to let your climax crash over you. Your sweaty back peeled from the sheets, clammy hands gripping Ellie’s waist and a relieving moan sounding from your slack jaw. Each rut from Ellie’s hips made her grow weaker and weaker with its ironic counter of strong strong pleasure. You wished to be in this very scenario forever, but high’s like orgasms were destined to be short and sweet like fireworks. Impactful.

Some of the sweat from her brow dripped down the side of her check and onto her chin before landing on your tits; Ellie hunching over you slowly sliding down so her torso was flush with yours. Sweat, cum, and probably spit were flourishing between you. Both of you gasped in each other’s ear until your lungs felt settled.

“Now we just have to wait for the jerky to get here.” Ellie joked, muffled by her pillow.

There was a knock at the door.

[alpydk]

Inside Out

Oh, this is what I needed after all the smut. Just some lovely angst and pain... Oh, I feel so much better now. Thank you for @an-excellent-choice for this beautiful inspiration and letting me use it.

CW - angst (some comfort) - Despictions of wounds (possibly gross) - Also now edited - any mistakes are just me being a poor writer.

The bandages always itched and even wrapped tightly made no difference. All that was left then was simply the pressure around Gale’s wrists, a cutoff to his circulation as he tried to flex out his fingertips for the spells needed. “Sol Invictus.” The small pale lights glimmered under the fabric of his tent, a stark contrast to what lay beneath his flesh. A darkness, a shadow, much like he had become.

He sat alone, listening for the movement of his companions outside. They laughed over the cheap bottles of wine that had been discovered earlier in the day, a moment of forgetting their present lives of tadpoles and the constant threat of death or ceremorphosis, whichever came first. Sliding up the sleeves of his tattered robe, one once sewn by his mother of whom he missed desperately, he noticed the spread of the rot. How white bandages had become stained with dead flesh and had done little to contain what ate away at him.

Magical artefacts had been doing what they could, keeping the pain at bay whilst they travelled, keeping his mind together as his nerves burnt with every touch and movement. His body ached, but mostly his soul felt as if it were being torn apart. As if the very damage that was being done to him was all a construct of guilt and self-loathing. A positive can-do attitude and a few trinkets is all it would take to be fine, at least that is what he kept telling himself, and would do until the time of Midnight Tears arose. 

Unwrapping the stuck bandages made him grimace, a pulling as what was left of skin came away with the cloth. There was little pain with it, the damage done, the discomfort more of stubbing his toe than a surgical extraction with little anaesthetic, but still the sight was as unpleasant as the first time it had happened. Back then he would have panicked, would have tried all he could to repair or mask what was happening to him, even from himself. Now he simply did what he could to contain the damage, to keep it from his companions. They knew of the orb, but to this extent… He wouldn’t let them find the monster that lay beneath his smile.

A mixture of healing potions removed the worst of the blackened skin that lay along his forearms, the familiar taste of balsam and berries now no longer sickly sweet but just sickly. It was too much to take in one go, but it would be enough to knock him out for the night. His stomach turning would be a problem for him to deal with in the morning. Possibly something I’ve eaten, he would lie, should the question be posed to him.

 A light breeze blew in and a shiver of pain shot through his spine, causing him to grip onto the cloth of his robes. He buried his chin into his chest, muffling the low groan that threatened to alert his party. Long moments passed, one continual thought that maybe this was it, the time to depart, the consequences of his actions finally coming to greet him as if they were an old friend.

It had spread; he examined as the sensation passed up his forearms, his lower legs and feet now also requiring the same beige treatment. He’d never been one for alchemy or first aid, but he had learnt quickly what he needed to do if he were to prevent anyone seeing what he’d done to himself. The blackened tones of his skin, the path of his veins, a roadmap of where the poisons in his body spread. The markings of the orb were merely the capital of this landscape, the rot nothing but where slow conquering armies decimated and corrupted wherever they had been. It was only a matter of time before all was lost, before his body became that of a walking corpse. A ghoul with a soul, but no grave to speak of.

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Days passed, magic items began to dwindle, bandages wrapped around Gale’s stomach now, and with each step he felt the ache in his knees as his joints rubbed upon one another. Every breath was tight within his chest, his diaphragm struggling to move against the cloth which held him together, a corset of his own construction binding his soul and body as one.

Tav had noticed the changes, the weight loss, the sunken eyes, but little help had been accepted other than the odd magical artifact. She could see Gale vanishing before her very eyes, once the proud wizard who spoke of knitting needles, now the one who spent much of his evenings in solitude, either gazing lost into the embers of a dying fire, or in secret in his tent refusing the help of others.

Tonight had been exactly the same. She had watched as he had departed the group, rubbing his forearms, the monk like dressings wrapped around his hands, woven between his fingertips when weeks before they had been absent. Tomorrow he would emerge with fresh ones, claim they were for aesthetical purposes before batting away any further questions. As he disappeared, she thought over what her intentions would be of questioning him. Was it for his good or hers? Did she really care about him, or was he a means to an end of ridding her of the tadpole? Little deliberation was done as she heard the faintest groan from his tent and she rushed over before stopping, catching her breath and knocking on the wood above the closed flaps.

“Gale, it’s me Tav…”

He tensed up immediately, his robes removed, his bare chest on display, the bandages hanging loosely. Some had become stuck upon one another, and he’d had to pull sharply to remove them, causing a deep stab of pain as the wound had responded angrily. “Tav,” he managed to speak out, trying to keep his voice level despite the breaths he was trying to capture. “Now is not the best of times.”

She could hear the waiver of his voice, the pain she herself was all too familiar with from her own life, one of her bones weary and tormenting. The tadpole for her had been a blessing, but clearly it was not the same for him. “Are you okay?” It was a ridiculous question, she knew, but she did not want to leave until she was sure he could manage alone.

The sound of Tav’s voice put his mind in turmoil. To have her leave or join, he could not cope with either way. There was simply too much for him to handle and he longed for a dreamless sleep brought on by wine and the mixture of potions. “Yes, merely dropped a tome upon my foot,” he lied through gritted teeth as he slumped onto his bedroll beneath him, his body too weak to support him any longer.

She heard the thud, the rush of adrenaline in her system causing her to act, and she entered the tent with little regard for his objections.

“It’s nothing. You need not fuss over me.”

It took a moment for her to gather what she was seeing, the way he had been decomposing, the scent of spices, sandalwood and apple, washed into the bindings to prevent the smell of death from spreading further than his own body. She saw the blisters over pale flesh, the stains of blood and puss upon his skin and robes. “Gale…I…”

“I said it’s nothing!” he snapped at her before gripping his hand to his chest, the anger causing the markings of the orb to illuminate brightly in the dim light. He breathed deeply, trying to take his mind to a glade of tranquillity, one far away from Netherese magic and Mindflayers. It was as Tav’s hand touched his shoulders that he was brought back to reality, her cool palm on his feverish flesh almost overwhelming after a year of solitude.

She said nothing, but knelt down beside him, examining the wounds that lay upon his body, wishing there was something she could do, anything to save him from this fate.

He knew he was nothing but skin, bone, and rot; knew that beneath that, he was even less, and yet still she sat with him. And it was with that one simple act he broke, that the tears fell, and the truth came out. He felt weak, vulnerable, nothing but a child crying over red roses once again. She would leave him, or he would leave her, but either way, he would be alone.

And yet she stayed, for the entire night she stayed with him, holding him close, embracing the shadows as if they were her own. She watched over him as potions took their effect, wiped his brow with a cool cloth as sweat beaded like blood on fresh cuts. She stayed. She stayed…

[sunnyrealist]

Let's Talk about Sebastian's Parents

I recently needed to write about Mr. and Mrs. Sallow for my fanfic, and because there is very little information out there, I had to invent a lot of backstory as to who they were and what life was like for the Sallow family prior to their deaths.

I'm so curious to know what headcanons others in the fandom have created about them. It would be interesting if some of us had similar thoughts. If you're willing, would you share your own ideas via comment or reblog? Thanks!

I threw in a little preview above of one of my many commissions from @giselsann-opencommissions that I've been sitting on for quite some time. I don't usually post them until I get to the plot points they depict. This one is close enough - I'll show the entire thing real soon.

Before I get to my headcanons, this is what Hogwarts Legacy: The Official Game Guide has to say about Sebastian's parents (see last paragraph):

Here is the background I created for my fic:

Their names were Samuel and Selina (Ware) Sallow. Their family and friends called them Sam and Lina.

They were both pureblood and the same age.

They met at Hogwarts. Sam was in Slytherin, and Lina was in Ravenclaw.

When they were students, they were academic rivals - not "enemies," per se, but they were not exactly friends until they were assigned as partners for a project in Potions during their seventh year. They realized how similar they were and fell in love.

They got married very quickly after graduation but didn't have Anne and Sebastian until they were older (around 30).

The two of them eventually became teachers at Hogwarts. Sam taught Magical Theory (predecessor to Professor Fig), and Lina taught Defense Against the Dark Arts (predecessor to Professor Hecat). They were experts in their fields.

They moved to Aranshire when they became professors. I believe they lived in the spider house in Hogwarts Legacy (there's actually evidence to back this up). It was FILLED with books to the point that it was practically a library.

The cellar was their workspace, and the twins knew that when their parents were down there that they were not to be disturbed unless there was an emergency.

Both of the Sallows were incredibly studious and conducted a lot of research in their spare time. They sometimes teamed up to study particular subjects, such as defensive magical theory and love as a form of magic in its purest form. They didn't view Dark magic as inherently evil, just as everyday magic is not always perfectly good.

Mr. and Mrs. Sallow were quite lovey-dovey. Sebastian remembers them reading in front of the fireplace, engrossed in their own books, but always holding hands or touching. He also remembers being grossed out as a little boy by how often they would kiss.

Neither of them had big families, and just about all of their family members had passed by the time the twins were born. Solomon Sallow was their only living relative at the time of their deaths.

They took the twins to Hogwarts often during summer breaks, so they had a head start on learning the lay of the land and the school's curriculum. Sam and Lina had them read some of their textbooks prior to their first year so that they could get the most out of their education.

They wanted the twins to be well-rounded, so they taught them multiple languages. Lina considered music a language and taught them how to play piano. She also would sing them a song every night when she put them to bed.

Lina was exceptionally gentle, despite her interest in magical combat, Dark magic, Dark creatures, etc. She tended to coddle and fuss over the children. Every year on their birthday, she would bake a spice cake with vanilla icing. She was proficient in both Muggle and magical healing. Her nicknames for Sebastian and Anne were "little prince" and "little princess" - "the little twin rulers."

As far as looks, Sebastian takes after Lina, who had curly auburn hair and freckles. While Anne got a few of Lina's freckles, her hair is similar to Sam's.

Sam loved to give the twins sweets behind their mother's back. He had a distinct laugh and enjoyed reading stories aloud and "doing the voices." He taught the kids how to play Quidditch; he had once been a beater. When he traveled for his studies and would come home with unique artifacts and new information, he would share all of it with the twins in plain language, never talking down to them. I see Sam as an Atticus Finch kind of father.

Christmas was a simple affair. They'd have Uncle Solomon over for dinner, and he would leave pretty quickly after dessert (he and Sam were not close and disagreements were frequent). The twins were always gifted two items: a new book and something particularly interesting, useful, or coveted.

They liked animals and had an Old English Sheepdog named Endy (short for Endymion).

Again, I would love to hear your headcanons. Are yours similar or completely different from mine? Sound off in the comments or reblog! I love discussions like this.

[rae-and-mezo]

How HL boys take care of reader while they are sick?

Ominis Gaunt:

Despite his many health issues due to his familie's family circle, Ominis has a very healthy immune system.

So he's not worried about catching whatever you have.

But he's still kinda grossed out by the idea of germs.

Of course he is there for you! Don't even worry about being alone, he's bringing you soup and water from the kitchens and making you tea for your throat. He'll bring you blankets or take them away, anything you need.

But if you're throwing up? He's supporting you from a distance. He'll rub your back when you are FOR SURE finished.

I don't think he will take the day off classes but he brings you your homework and if you're sick enough pretty much does it for you.

If you want, he reads to you in an attempt to keep you alert and not delirious

He'll hold your hand while sitting next to you, but doesn't initiate any kisses or cuddles. Honestly, he doesn't WANT any kisses or cuddles while you are sick but he knows you need comfort so one or two don't kill him.

Sebastian Sallow:

He's absolutely unbothered.

Especially after Anne became cursed, he has lots of experience with sick people. Sebastian is such a caregiver. Honestly, he kinda loves an opportunity to take care of you.

Will wash your face with a cool cloth every couple of hours, keep you up to date on potions, run you a hot bath when you need it, etc.

Does not care how sick you are. Nothing is his limit. Holds your hair back and rubs your back if you're throwing up, holding you close if you're delirious or emotional.

If you're sick for long enough he's hoisting you up and taking you outside for little bits at a time. Keeping your room clean and your windows open.

Much like Ominis, doesn't take a break from classes but spends his free period with you, lunch with you, brings you tea between classes.

Garreth Weasley:

Listen, man has like twenty siblings. Not really, but he has ALOT!

He is used to this. He's never really taken the caretaker role because his mother did that. When his siblings would get sick, he would run and grab things for his mom, bring them things on request etc.

So with you, he isn't used to putting his whole effort into caring for you. Of course he doesn't mind!

He's doing things he saw his mom doing, and brings you a concoction of "soothing" liquids. Tea, honey, lemon water, anything he can think of.

However, he does take the day off classes with an excuse that he stayed up to late and slept the whole day.

For the most part, he leaves you alone. Brings you your tea and changes out your forehead cloth, fluffs your pillow maybe, and leaves with a kiss on the forehead. Doesn't come back until either its time for a cloth change or you ask for him.

He can't skip classes forever, so he can only do it one day. If you're sick for longer than that, he will do his best to spend free time with you. He brings his dinner to come eat it with you.

Leander Prewitt:

Wants absolutely NOTHING to do with sickness. But he loves you, so, he can suffer.

Don't expect too much from him. He's such a germaphobe it isnt funny. He brings you tea and offers you a few stories about his day. He stays if you want him too but he isn't cut out to be a caretaker.

Oh man, imagine you fell asleep on him though! He sits beside you, a considerable distance mind you, but you sidle up to him and pass out on his shoulder.

He wants to be disgusted but you look ADORABLE and you trust him that much to snuggle him while you're asleep? It melts him.

After a bit though, He gently wriggles out from under you and makes sure you're comfortable on your pillow. Then he uses a few quick cleaning spells and leaves with a reassuring squeeze to your hand.

Amit Thakkar

Like Ominis, is a germaphobe but chill about it.

When he hears from a dormmate that you're sick, he runs into your dorm with breakfast and eats it with you.

He's so sympathetic. Every sniffle hurts him :(.

Amit is an only child, and his parents had never been real sick. So he doesn't know exactly what to do, but he tries.

He brushes the knots out of your hair and does what he can. Amit would never miss a day of classes, but he's a little behind because he takes notes for you. They're EXTREMELY detailed, explaining everything so that you won't be confused between gaps.

He makes you eat something and if you throw it up, he is grossed the hell out but supportive. Like, rubs your back but is looking away and trying not to breathe through his nose.

He's just so sweet, and when you're better sits you down for a tutoring session so he can go over what you missed. Even though he didn't need too with the notes he took.

[darkfairiefey]

MK Halloween Smut x AFAB!Reader

Witch!Jade x Reader

pairing: jade x afab!reader

content warning: gore, nsfw, love potion

You were lost. More than just lost, you felt like you had nowhere to go. The dark grass green fields and tall trees of the woods make it hard to see through the path in the nighttime, and it has been hours since you first entered the woods and stepped out of the comforts of home to investigate the silhouette of what seemed to be someone riding on a broom in the sky. Now the same figure was nowhere to be seen, and you have been searching for the same shadow for hours at a time. Feeling lost like this has never felt so mysterious until now, but you weren’t alone for long. Soon enough, you find what appears to be a set of stairs underneath the ground, a place where no normal set of stairs would be, especially not in the middle of the woods. Feeling intrigued by such a mysterious set of stairs, you decide to investigate the underground path awaiting you. Minutes of walking down the underground stairs later, you find a strange-looking lair filled with shelves and a big cauldron filled with many different kinds of fluids. Along the many oddities in the lair included an attractive-looking woman with dark skin and black, braided hair. She was wearing a tall, ragged wizard hat, and in her hands, she was holding a comically large spoon, the perfect size for a witch’s cauldron. You can’t help but stare in awe at such a magical sight. She notices you walking down the stairs to the lair, and she is quite surprised, as she hasn’t had any guests come over to her witch’s lair in a long time. She introduces herself as Jade, the head of the witch’s council. You take a look closer into the huge cauldron in front of you. Inside the cauldron were the cut flesh of snakes, spiders, eyeballs, and even fingers. You can’t help but wonder what exactly Jade is cooking inside that cauldron. You reach into the cauldron, but she pulls you back, not wanting the recipe to be messed up. Patience is the key to a successful dish, she philosophized, continuing to slowly stir the cauldron. 

A few minutes later, she finishes stirring the cauldron, and the gross stuff from inside the cauldron has been fully dissolved. She takes a flask from the shelves as well as a regular-sized spoon and uses the spoon to dip the cauldron’s fluid into the flask in her other hand. When the flask has filled to the top, she closes the flask using a wooden lid. She then writes down the name and details of the flask in ink and places the flask onto the shelf with all the other flasks. Many of the strange flasks included “Regeneration”, “Night Vision, “Strength”, and the oddest one of the bunch, “Love Nectar”. Jade notices you checking out the “Potions” section on the shelves and offers you a sip of her love potion, now that you’ve both gotten to know each other well enough. You weren’t alone in this new experience, fortunately, as she offered to take a sip of the potion as well. You slowly and nervously poured the potion down your throat, nervous and curious about the effects of the potion. You felt fine for the first few minutes, most likely because the taste was amounting to warm milk. But after a few more minutes passed, you started to feel... weird. Your mind felt hazy in mushy feelings and couldn’t think straight without your heart melting in your chest when you made eye contact with her. Jade was also feeling the effects of the potion, but not as much as you were, as she was already used to drinking potions in her own lair. You couldn’t help it. The longer you sat down and stared at her, the more you could feel the wetness between your legs. She then offered you to sit on her face as relief, and you could not help but accept such an offer...

Jade had laid down on her back as you slowly sat down on her head. The wetness of your pussy drips onto her face as she slowly lowers your legs over to her mouth. You were nervous, but she didn’t mind that much. Once you have properly sat down on top of her, she takes her wet tongue out and starts to insert it into the wetness of your hole, licking profusely like a cat drinking from a bowl. You can’t help but whine at the sensation as her tongue slicks back and forth in your dripping wetness. As she is licking your pussy, Jade spanks your ass a few times, leaving a hot, dark mark on your skin. You try not to scream in pleasure as Jade laps deeper into your wet hole using her tongue, making sure every inch of your insides gets touched. You just couldn’t hold in your pleasure any longer, and your moans echo through the lair, and Jade smiled, just for a moment, before getting back to pleasuring the insides of yours. You cum in her face and mouth, and Jade moves off of your wetness to catch her breath, but she isn’t done just yet. She removes her panties and clothing, lies down in front of your naked body, and the both of you began to rub the wetness of each other’s pussies together in a dripping wet scissoring position. You whine at the feeling of her wetness between your own legs, trying to keep up with her pace, but your mind is starting to go blank at the sensation, and you can’t really think without stimulation kicking in. The wet rubbing gets faster, and soon enough, both of you reach orgasm, cum spilling out of your clits and all over the floor. Both of you were tired after the effects of the love potion wore off, and you were just about to walk back home, but Jade insists that you stay here until morning in case you get lost in the darkness. You lie down in her bedroom, all comfy and cozy, as Jade slowly closes the door behind you as you fall asleep…

Vampire!Bi-Han x Reader

pairing: bi-han x afab!reader

content warning: blood, nsfw, yandere themes, blood kink, blood play, monsterfucking

It was a dark and stormy night inside your village, and the night was cold and empty. The comforts of your home were not enough to keep you safe and warm from the loud thunder and freezing cold air from outside. The only thing keeping you cozy was your large cardigan you begged your life that you would keep forever. Feeling lonely late at night was the worst feeling you’ve ever experienced. No one to huddle with for warmth, no one to share your moments of joy with. As you lay in bed trying to get to sleep, you wondered if spending nights alone like this was the norm for such dark and mysterious places like these. As you attempted to close your eyes, however, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Tired and confused, you slowly got up out of bed and walked right over to open the door, with the sound of knocking getting louder every minute you took to shuffle over to the door. You open it slowly to reveal the presence of a tall, handsome-looking man with jet black hair, done up in a low, messy bun. His skin was paler than the average Earthrealmer, almost as if the cold embrace of death was tugging at his body by strings. He introduces himself as Bi-Han, the current patriarch of the centuries-old Liang family. Unsure with who you were dealing with, you ask for his age. His response equals to a whopping 332. You could not believe it. Hundreds of years old, and somehow centuries of age have not inhibited his good looks. He asks you if he can bring you to his home, and you can’t help but accept the invitation, as you have been waiting for moments like this forever. 

He offers a carriage ride over to his house, with horses carrying the two of you through the streets of the village. A few moments in, he can’t help but feel a little playful, so he takes the time to flirt with your desires by peppering kisses onto your neck and chest, teasing you with his hands, as you tried not to squirm in front of crowds of people. When both of you arrive, Bi-Han takes a hand of yours as you step off the carriage, and that was the moment you realized that his house was a castle instead of just a regular house. It towered over both of you, making you look like an ant in comparison. He opens the front door to the castle, and both step inside as the wind shuts the door behind you. The kisses he peppered on your neck and chest a while ago had quite the effect on you, as you were now feeling wetness between your legs from the desire. You both go upstairs to the highest point of the castle, and you sit down near the window. As you undo your pyjamas in front of him, he slowly walks up to you, licking his lips to reveal pointy fangs, fangs reminiscent of a vampire. This reveal surprises you more than it should, and you think to yourself that maybe inviting him into your heart wasn’t the best idea. You try to pull away, but Bi-Han grabs you by the arm, preventing you from escaping. He asks why you would pull away so easily if the fun hasn’t started yet, so you have no choice but to stay in line with him, as it was your choice to follow him into his clutches in the first place. He arches his back to reveal some huge bat wings that sprout out of his back, dropping his act of normalcy altogether. He looked like he could kill at any moment, but your heart’s desires could not resist such supernatural beauty...

Slowly drawing closer to his semi-naked frame, you placed your hands on his bare chest, feeling a sense of lust and belonging in him. Bi-Han walks behind and sits your nude frame onto his lap. He could feel you panting beneath him as he slowly guided his fingers near your drooling pussy. You whine slightly as he inserts his two fingers into your hole, massaging it slowly and gently. As he is doing so, he unhinges his jaw, biting into your shoulder as he continues to finger you to distract you from the sudden pain in your neck. You squirm in place trying to relieve yourself from the pain but he grabs your hands you attempt to reach over and touch yourself. You can’t really form a sentence without pain or pleasure taking over your senses as he continues to give both to you at the same time. His fingers and sharp nails dig into your waist, leaving both cuts and bruises from the pressure he puts into it. Soon enough, he digs his fingers deeper into your pussy, and moves his fangs up into your neck, silencing you, but just for a moment, as you continue to whine at the sensation. He rubs faster now, playing with your insides as if they were small patches of soft silk. Your pain contrasts to his pleasure, even with your moans for more and your head spinning inside your brain as he continues to play with your wetness. 

Although Bi-Han slowly slides his fingers out of your clit, that doesn’t mean he’s finished with you. He grabs both your legs and raise them way above your head into a full nelson. He slides his cock right into your ass, continuing to bite into your neck as he wraps his arms over your legs and grabbed your head using his hands to keep you place as squirmed in pleasure. He coos at your efforts to escape from his clutches as he roughly fucks into you through your hole, straining you of your flexibility and strength to resist him. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t move, all you could do is moan loudly and writhe from the pain of the feelings of his fangs inside your flesh. His fangs have been in your long enough for consciousness to start slipping away from your body, and you attempt to tap onto his arm to get him to slow down, but he can’t hear you the sound of him sapping blood from your body through your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head in both an orgasm and slip from consciousness to unconsciousness. He cums inside of you after seeing your orgasmic face, and slowly lowers your legs down once he notices your slip of consciousness. He slowly slides his cock out of your anus, and you almost hit the floor with how exhausted you are after he removes his fangs from your neck. He grabs you just in time for him to hold your unconscious body with only one arm. Bi-Han’s wings start to flap as he and your body ascend of the ground and into the windy night skies above. As you both fly high into the sky, Bi-Han dives in for one last bite…

Werewolf!Tomas x Reader

pairing: tomas vrbada x short!afab!reader

content warning: blood, gore, body horror, nsfw, monsterfucking, size difference, breeding kink

The full moon was out tonight gleaming brightly in your eyes as you lay so silently and peacefully in bed, as it illuminated your body frame perfectly in the darkness of the night. Despite the peaceful look in your eyes, you still couldn’t sleep. Need was filling your senses, although you couldn’t quite figure out what you needed so desperately at this time late at night. You slowly got out of bed and slowly opened the door to the living room, hoping to walk off the sudden rush of energy keeping you awake. The moment you opened the door, however, you were welcomed to a tall, dark figure standing right in front of you. Spooked by the arrival of the shadow, you quickly grabbed a flashlight and shone the light right at the figure to reveal a tall man with grey hair and golden yellow eyes. It was your boyfriend, Tomas. He was waiting for you this entire time. He stands up on his two feet, slowly walking over to you, inspecting your delicious scent and small frame. He sniffs your hair and smiles delightfully as he exhales in pleasure. His tallness both scares you and excites you at the same time, as if desire were grabbing you by the throat and your mind tried to resist, but your heart kept begging for it. A few moments later, he starts to twitch lightly into a partially wolf-like transformation, with wolf ears growing from his head, a tail forming out of his lower back, and his feet morphing into hind legs, all while he moans and writhes in pleasure on all fours. Once he’s finished, he stands up on two feet again, taller than before, completely in the zone. You trip over your own desire, falling down on the floor with only your elbows holding you up. Licking his lips sensually, he comes down to your eye level on all fours again, slowly crawling up to you. Your eyes widen in both fear and excitement as he draws closer, and you could feel wetness between your legs the moment he touches you. He can’t believe it. You’re already wet for him? How cute. You’re wet enough for him to fill you with his pups in an instant…

His claws tear through your pyjamas, revealing your squishy chest, and he starts to lick the sensitive nipples of yours like a hungry dog. Your head spins at the sensation, and you wrap your arms around his back, as if to tell him to dig deeper into the feeling. He bites at your nipple playfully, leaving a dark mark onto the spot. Tomas then moves up to your neck, marking and biting the airways, making you whine and squirm at the feeling. A few minutes of placing marks down your throat later, he slowly plants his bites closer and closer to your drooling clit. He enjoys the aromatic smell of your clit as he slowly digs his nose into the scent of you, sniffing it gently before lapping up the wetness of your pussy. You whimper loudly in pleasure as the sensation of his wet tongue inside of your pussy becomes more and more pleasurable, with you grasping his head of short hair closer to your sensitive hole. As he laps up your pussy desperately, an itching sensation to fully give in to desire dwells in his mind, causing him to pause his action and resume his transformation. His nose grew into a big snout, and fur grew out of his skin rapidly. You could not help but feel even more excited as he mutated into an even bigger, furrier creature. It’s almost impossible to believe he’s either human nor wolf no more, as his hind legs remained bipedal and muscular frame swelled in size. Tomas hunches over to your level, grabbing your legs and holding you right into a mating press position. His giant monster cock slides right inside you, as you whine effortlessly at the feeling of his now enormous cock fucking in and out of your puffy clit. He growls in your face as you beg to him for more, sliding against you at a violent speed as the sound of your pussy squelching fills his ears. He leans down slightly and pulls you close to lick your face before cum shoots outside of his cock and into your clit, and the sensation of his milky semen makes you cum as well. He doesn’t stop, however, as he continues to milk you through your greedy ass clitoris, while your seeds start to drip out onto the wooden floor. Turns out you’re not going anywhere until his heat has diminished. Your mind goes completely blank at the sensation, pussy puffy and wet. A while later, after him scratching through your skin and biting your flesh, he lets of your legs, letting drop down to the floor as his cock softens inside of you. Tomas slowly, but while twitching, slides his seed out of your limp body. He then slowly yet painfully morphs into a regular wolf, and lays his head onto your lap and falls asleep, still with the white mess all over the floor. You could not help but smile softly as he lay next to you calmly, and you, with all the strength you had left, carried him to the bedroom and laid him onto your bed. Let’s hope he isn’t too embarrassed when he finds out what he did last night!

[legilimens-library]

Headcanons: Severus taking care of you when you’re sick

Severus Snape x Reader

A/N: I’m currently getting over a cold and I feel like death, so while I’m lying in bed in complete darkness I thought I would try something different. I just need soft and comfy thoughts about Severus tending to me with love and care while I begrudgingly recover from this damn sickness. And please let me know if any of you are interested in seeing more headcanons and little blurbs like this other than what I usually post, I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing on here. Sorry if I got a little carried away with this, my brain doesn’t like to shut up.

It wasn’t often that you fell ill during the school year as a fellow professor at Hogwarts, but no matter when it would occur, Severus was always quick to pick up on it and would take off the entire day if he needed to so he could ensure that you were comfortable and relaxed as he helps you recover. No matter what happened, he would make sure that everything was taken care of so you wouldn’t be stressed about taking a sick day.

“Y/N, darling, are you alright? You’re burning up.” His hand feels cold to the touch when he wraps his fingers over your forehead to check your temperature and you saw his expression turn somber at the whimper that crawled up your throat.

He would be ever so gentle with you as he took in your appearance and asked you how you were feeling so he knew what medicines you needed, being quick to his feet to grab the multiple vials and bottles back to the bed so you wouldn’t have to get up just yet. After he helped you sit up, he tilted your head back with a finger under your chin as he fed you the calming draught and healing tinctures, praising you after drinking every last drop.

“That’s it, you did so well for me. Now lie down, my frail little love, I don’t need you passing out on me.” His hushed words would make you blush and squirm, but now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. You do obey his request though and Severus can be seen with a hint of a smile upon his face as you begin to get comfortable under the blankets.

Taking you in his arms to cuddle with you in bed so you could wait for the potions’ effects to start kicking in and his voice softly guiding you through a breathing exercise was a definite pro when it came to being sick. Severus has always been known to be affectionate with you, but it warmed your heart that he cared so much about you to the point where it got a little annoying. But you couldn’t resist how loved he made you feel by the way he was kissing the top of your head and his fingers gingerly stroking your back while the two of you were tangled within the bedsheets.

One of the best things however was when Severus offered to read to you, knowing that you found his voice soothing and he always enjoyed sharing his favorite stories with you.

If you were to ever complain about being cold or just feeling gross and uncomfortable with the sweat that your body accumulated over time, Severus would be more than happy to draw you a bath, making sure to add eucalyptus and lavender bath oils to help with any sort of congestion and if you so desired, he would wash your hair and give you a scalp massage to help relieve some of the tension from your headache.

While you are soaking in the bath, Severus goes to change the bedsheets out for a fresh set and picks out a pair of new pajamas for you, making sure to draw all the curtains closed to block out the daylight. But if you didn’t want to wear any pajamas, he would hesitantly comply with your wishes and honestly didn’t mind being in bed with you and having no barriers, sharing an intimate moment even given the circumstances.

If Severus is already gifted at brewing potions, then it would be no surprise that he would be more than adequate in the kitchen. He loves cooking meals for you and his chicken noodle soup always hits the spot when you’re feeling under the weather. But if you’re not able to eat very much, he at least intends to keep you hydrated.

He was always diligent on serving you a cup of tea any time you got sick; some herbal concoction of licorice, peppermint, and who knows what else. It tasted something awful even with a spoonful of honey added, but Severus insisted that you drink the entire thing, otherwise you would be whining about your sore throat later on and you despised the look of ‘I told you so’ that he would make.

Although he can be stern when you don’t cooperate with him, you know he is only doing it out of love. It breaks his heart to see you in pain and he only wants what’s best for you and your health. After all, isn’t that what you agreed on when you two were married? Severus vowed to be there for you through sickness and health and he will never break that promise. After everything that has happened in his life, he never thought he would find a light in the darkness, but when you met each other he knew that he deserved something better in this world and he would do everything to cherish and protect you.

“Do you need anything else, my love?”

“No, just you.” Severus chuckles quietly at your reply as he wraps his arms around your frame once more, with your head resting on his chest as he watches you doze off to the sound of his beating heart.

[the-fab-fox]

I come bearing a request! If it doesn't make you uncomfortable — ignore this if it does — could you please write platonic headcanons or a oneshot about the Pomfiore trio helping yuu who's on her (or their) period and has cramps & is just feeling gross?

| Request Fill for Anonymous. To find out how to request your own, check out this post here. |

Absolutely, I can, my friend!

I enjoyed writing this so much. I love seeing these three and Yuu getting on so well in Book 6. It makes my heart so happy to see it.

So naturally, I wanted to include that same vibe with this one.

As a note, since I don't really mention it until further in the oneshot, this takes place during the SEC group preparing for the SDC.

I hope you enjoy, sweet anon! And if you feel up to it, in case you don't want to comment directly on the fill itself, feel free to shoot me a dm if you wanna let me know how you like it.

Thanks again for the adorable request!

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Platonic F!Reader with Vil, Rook, and Epel.

[Fill under cut due to length.]

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The Ramshackle Prefect watched the dancers closely. She smiled to herself with a soft chuckle. 

The chuckle quickly became a grimace as, yet again, her uterus decided to give her a swift horse kick back to reality. 

This sucks. I'm grateful that Sam had the things I needed but they don't really have anything like Tylenol or Ibuprofen here. 

Sam had given her a little protip though, before she had left his shop. 

“Talk to Professor Crewel about this.”

She did just that. 

Crewel had told her that he would make a potion which would likely act in the same manner as the medicines from her world but it would take two days. He frowned at her and snapped his riding crop in his hand. 

“In the future, you are to inform me at least four days before your cycle starts so you won't have to wait so long for relief from the cramps. Is that understood?”

She snapped to attention. “Yes, sir!”

Crewel smiled empathetically. “Good girl. You may go but before you do, here—”

He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out what looked like a Hershey bar. He passed it to her and she took it tentatively. After all, Crewel didn't seem like the type to give gifts or rewards to students. 

“It's chocolate. It won't do as much as the potion will but it is something that is already made so we'll take what we can get, won't we, pup?”

The otherworlder nodded and smiled. “Thank you for helping me with… all of this.” Out of nerves, she waved vaguely at the lower half of her body. “You and Sam have been so helpful and nice about it.”

Crewel nodded. “It's nothing. Especially since I know exactly how you feel.”

She tilted her head and frowned. 

What on earth did that mean? What was he—

Oh!

No way! 

Her eyes widened and she blurted out the question that immediately came to mind before she could stop herself. 

“Professor Crewel, did you just subtly slip in the fact that you're a transman?”

Crewel grinned. “Well spotted, Prefect. I swear, you have more intuition and common sense than most of the students at this school combined.”

She blushed at the compliment. She never had been good at accepting them. Most of the time, they made her uncomfortable. 

Even with how uncomfortable she was, the compliments still pleased her. In her mind, Crewel was one of the best teachers at the school. Even with his weird BDSM vibe he had going on with that ridiculous riding crop. 

Maybe she was being a little unfair. She just hated it when Crewel would appear by her and her friend’s desk and snap that thing. 

It wasn't her fault she was easily jump scared. 

She thanked him instead of commenting on the compliment—what would she even say to that?—and had taken her leave. 

Brought out of the memory but yet another sharp squeezing sensation, the Ramshackle Prefect let out a little whimper. 

Damnit. Why did I eat all that chocolate bar in one sitting? I'm sure Crewel wouldn't mind giving me another, if he even has one. And Sam should have them in stock. I should go after practice and grab one. 

Unfortunately, there was no telling how long practice would be. 

“Mademoiselle Trickster. Forgive me, but tu vas bien? Are you feeling alright?”

She blinked up at Rook. There was that sharp, observant gaze but just behind it, she saw genuine concern. 

She smiled. 

Well, she tried anyway before another cramp hit her. This one was more intense than the last as well. She could also feel the beginnings of a migraine and bemoaned her lack of the potion. 

“Ouch,” she groaned. 

“Rook! Why are you over here? You're supposed to be with the others, practicing.”

Rook didn't look chastised in the least. She had always found that pretty impressive. The fact that Vil could just bark his disappointment and Rook would apologize genuinely but that would be that. 

Unfortunately, she was nothing like Rook. Vil was also unfathomably beautiful, famous, snarky, and direct. Those combinations very often did not suit people like her. She was grateful, however, that Vil seemed to be an exception. 

Yeah, he could be harsh, but only when it was necessarily or well deserved. To her, Vil seemed more like a bossy but supportive big sister. She was just intimidated by the rest of him. 

“Oui,” Rook replied. “I simply came over because I could tell that our dear Trickster here is not feeling well.”

Vil turned those lavender eyes on her and she found she could not look away. His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. 

“What's going on?”

The Ramshackle Prefect surprised herself as she suddenly burst into tears. 

Okay, it wasn't as dramatic as all that, but she did end up crying. 

“Prefect?” 

Vil's tone was still firm but had softened significantly. 

She sighed as she looked at him. “I'm sorry… I… well, I started my period and there's no medications here like back home that can help with it,” she said, her voice sounding whiny to her own ears. God, she hated how whiny her period made her. And how utterly disgusting she felt being a foot from Vil Schoenheit. 

She sucked in a breath, and continued. “Crewel is making a potion for me…he's so nice… he doesn't show it but he is. But he said it's going to take 2 days, maybe 3, before the potion will be ready. But the cramps are so bad and now my head is starting to hurt. It's definitely the beginning of a migraine.”

Vil was suddenly all action so fast that she felt a little lightheaded for a second or two. 

“Rook. Go to Sam’s and get anything you can think of that helps with a period. Then go get one of my silk pajama sets, a pair of my softest slippers, and my facial kit. Bring the lavender scented—no!—bring the ginger infused facial products. And a bit of our peppermint tea.”

Rook snapped to attention. “I won't be but a moment,” he assured them both before leaving quite dramatically. But that was normal for the odd third year. 

Vil looked at her before scanning the others practicing their dance moves into the mirror. 

“Epel!”

The periwinkle-haired first year glanced over in question. 

“Ah—yes, sir?”

“Please come here a moment.”

The Prefect watched as Epel did as ordered, coming to stand before them both. He glanced at her, obvious concern in his eyes now that he could see her up close. 

“Hey, what's wrong?”

She sighed and shook her head, no longer feeling emotional enough to blurt it out. She nodded instead at the silent question in Vil's eyes. 

“The Prefect is on her period. Unfortunately, she didn't think to bring this up with Crewel prior to getting it but it's understandable, considering everything she's gone through since her arrival. I'm assuming this is your first period since coming here?”

She grimaced and nodded. Back home, it wasn't often that she skipped periods. The times she did, however, were usually due to stress and the next one she did get was always worse. That was what was happening here, to the letter. 

She looked at Vil with surprise. It was her understanding that Vil had no siblings. He smiled at her surprise. 

“In my line of work, you get to know a great number of people. Many of them get periods. It's also imperative to familiarize oneself with others’ physiology and not just one's own when making potions.”

The Prefect just nodded her head. It made a lot of sense but she felt too exhausted to do anything more. 

Epel looked at her with sympathy. “What can I do to help?”

Vil smiled. “That's precisely why I called you over. Will you please tell the others that something has come up that couldn't be helped so the rest of practice is canceled.” He paused for a moment, considering the group. “Also inform them that I want them to practice their moves for an hour in front of a mirror tonight. Wait… Spudling 1 and 2 should do 2 hours. Then I'd like you and Grim to ask the chefs if they wouldn't mind making a simple chicken and noodle soup for her. You don't have to answer any questions. If they push, have them come talk to me. That should take care of things nicely.” He tilted his head imperiously. “Did you get all of that, baby spudling?”

He'd do well as an owl, she thought out of nowhere and was grateful that she hadn't voiced the thought aloud. 

“Whatda I lookit to ya—erk—I mean, yes, sir. The rest of practice is canceled, but they are to do 1 hour of practice back home. 2 for Ace and Deuce. Then I'm to go to the kitchens with Grim to get Chicken and Noodle soup for the Prefect.”

“Very good. Go on now.”

Epel hurried off. 

Vil smiled sympathetically at her now. She sighed her feelings on the whole matter. 

“Do not worry, my dear. We'll get you sorted. Tomorrow you will be off duty as well. If you would like, I can inform the Headmage that you will need to be out of classes as well due to being sick.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You'd do that for me? They'll be okay with that?” 

In her experience, people with periods were generally just expected to get on with life despite the pain and feeling like complete garbage. Pick oneself up by the bootstraps, and all that.

Vil snorted. “They trust me. I've earned their respect and with good reason. They'll accept with no other details aside from being too sick to come.”

She was suddenly filled with the desperate urge to hug him. She was that thankful. Luckily, she was able to hold back. 

Tears began to creep at the corners of her eyes again and it was with a softer voice that she thanked him. 

“Think nothing of it, Prefect. While I am empathetic, especially with things that are unavoidable, I'm also thinking of the group and the SDC. With a period there's no way you wouldn't be distracted and understandably so, therefore it would be a waste of time to make you do your job when you feel as you do.” He smiled apologetically once more with a sigh. “Better to have you miss a couple days and come back to us fresh and rested than to make you suffer and possibly lengthen both the period as well as our training. You're also not one of the performers so it's not absolutely necessary for you to be at every practice. Preferable, definitely, but not necessary.”

She beamed at him. “You're a really good person Vil, I don't care what anybody else says.”

Vil raised a brow. “Oh? Well thank you, but let's not hurry away from the topic. What is it that others are saying?”

A confused expression crossed her face before she realized she'd used a joke phrase from her world. He, obviously, would have no idea what she was talking about. 

“Sorry… that's just a thing we say where I'm from. Basically, you're just saying it as a joke because no one is really, actually saying anything. It's just…” she waved her hand in frustration and sighed. “Is not important.”

“Don't talk like that, Prefect. What we have to say must always be treated as important. Why would we say it if it wasn't important to us? Besides, I understand what was meant from your explanation. I know well that not everyone is able to or even wishes to handle my intensity and dedication to putting forth one's best self at every opportunity.”

It was her turn to smile empathetically. 

“Their loss,” she said, meaning every bit of it. Vil smiled. 

“Thank you kindly, my dear. I don't need the reassurance but I'm happy to know that you think so. Furthermore, I agree completely.”

They both laughed softly and she felt a little better. 

The door opened and the miserable girl noticed the room was empty aside from Vil and herself, as well as Rook who had returned as promised. 

“How is our little Trickster?” He asked as he joined them, quickly pulling a table over before setting all the things he carried upon it. 

The Ramshackle first year rolled her eyes but it was in a fond manner. She had to admit that Rook’s odd tendencies were growing on her a little. He was weird as fuck but he was also a really good guy when it came down to it. 

Neither she nor Vil had a chance to answer as the door opened again. Epel came in, bearing a large bowl with a utensil sticking out. It was still steaming; the gentle clouds billowing behind Epel as he hurried to her as fast as he could without spilling any of it's contents.

The scent of the soup reached her nose not long after that and her stomach growled loudly. The others laughed as she blushed and covered her face with her hands. 

A bowl was now in her peripheral vision and she looked up at Epel with a smile of thanks. He smiled back at her as she took it, breathing in the steam with a happy sigh. 

“Your stomach growling as it did also suggests you have not been keeping hydrated. Be sure you're taking breaks throughout the day to drink plenty of water. Understand?”

The Ramshackle Prefect nodded. 

“Good. Now, the three of us are going to take care of you for a little while. That will relax your body and your nerves. It'll likely alleviate your migraine as well. The cramps should lessen for the evening, at the very least.”

“I took the liberty of getting a heating pad for you—non! I will not accept payment. This is a gift between friends.”

Vil nodded. “Likewise.”

“The same goes for me even though I'm not sure what I can do.”

Vil smiled at him. “I'll show you.”

The girl looked from Vil, to Epel, to Rook. Yet again, overcome with emotion, she felt tears rush to her eyes and she grumbled as she tried to brush them away. 

“Oh, you poor dear,” Vil said. His tone was the softest she ever heard it.

Then he did something that surprised her tears into stopping as if she was some protagonist in a shoujo anime. 

He hugged her, taking care not to spill the bowl still in her hands.

Vil Schoenheit had just hugged her. 

Was she dreaming? Had she passed out?

While she wasn't interested in him, at least not like that, he was famous and impossibly beautiful. Besides, she probably smelled. She really hoped she didn't smell. 

Vil didn't seem to mind it if she did at that moment though so she did the only thing she could think of…besides just standing there. 

She hugged him back, using one hand to carefully hold the bowl of still steaming soup.

That seemed to be the cue for Epel and Rook who hugged them both. 

The group hug went on for a few more moments before Vil pulled away, causing the other two to do so as well. 

“Alright! Eat your soup, my dear, and then the real work begins.” He smirked. “I finally have the perfect excuse to take care of those dreadful pores.”

The Prefect tried to fake glare at him, but in the end, she just chuckled and shrugged. 

“Thank you for this, you guys. It… it means a lot.”

Vil just shushed her. 

“Eat your soup, Stage Manager. My time is precious and, by now, you've learned well that I don't like to waste it.”

Smiling, the Ramshackle Prefect and temporary Stage Manager did as she was told.

[peri-berrypawductions]

@superkitten176 your wish is my command

WANDERGRIEF.. BUT SWAPPED! :D

I’ve actually had the au for a bit! Just never posted about it until now!!! Finished the designs now, too! ^^

Basically, in this version of Wandergrief (which I’ll call swapgrief) instead of Kiwi losing their loved ones.. it’s Miriam.

While Kiwi gets to keep their Mom and Sister, Miriam.. is not so lucky. Grandma Saphy dies of old age. Miriam had been expecting this, as she and Saphy had divinated that she’d pass before the end of the world, which was coming soon. Miriam obviously wasn’t too sure what to make of this.. so she just.. spent as much time with Saphy as she could before waking up one morning to find her still and at peace, a smile on her face, not breathing anymore.

She didn’t cry, though.

She had been expecting this…but it still hurt.

Miriam, in this au, is a lot less grumpy, more or so just.. Numb, in a way? Melancholic? She isn’t as rude, if rude at all, not really feeling the energy to really get mad unless it’s someone like Audrey or someone REALLY presses her buttons. Sometimes when she’s in a REALLY bad mood she’ll lash out at the smallest things, but what do you expect of a person who’s grieving but believes they’ve already accepted it?

She isolates herself a lot, Used to the feeling, but is actually just.. really lonely. It’s as if she were the only person left in the world, feeling like she has no purpose. Even emerald, her and grandma Saphy’s cat, still didn’t seem to help with how alone she felt. To try to get rid of this feeling, Miriam wants to bring Saphy back with the resurrection spell in her grandma’s old spell book…BUT UNLIKE WANDERGRIEF KIWI she is FULLY aware of what could happen to her if she actually did it, she just doesn’t care. Anything to make her feel less alone. Anything.

And, as a final little “proving myself” moment, Miriam takes on the challenge of trying to save the world, throwing herself into work and adventure to try to ignore all the grief, forcing herself to believe she had accepted it right when it happened. She meets kiwi at Langtree, like normal, And decides to bring them along with her when she herself decides they could be useful, if not to just sing the overseers songs and do the talking so she didn’t have to, not feeling up to it. Like normal, their friendship grows overtime, Miriam slowly opening up more around the bard, having been pretty closed up for most of this! Kiwi soon notices how.. just, not okay she acts in general, and soon figures out Miriams plan. And, since Missi’s alive in this au (who’s dating a witch), they know how self damaging and possibly deadly that spell can be, Growing even MORE concerned when Miriam states she simply doesn’t care. after that kiwi’s main mission is to make sure Miriam KNOWS she’s not alone, so that maybe.. just maybe she’ll reconsider.

She’s not alone.

She never has been.

…

OKAY Story out the way, here’s some more stuff about her!!

Y’know how Wandergrief kiwi’s sleep deprived? Gotta make Swapgrief Miriam sleep deprived too!! Surprisingly, however, she doesn’t suffer from chronic nightmares like Kiwi (cause it wasn’t as traumatic for her as she saw it coming, still traumatizing so yes she does have nightmares sometimes but not often like SOME LITTLE BARD who had to see their mom DIE in a FACTORY ACCIDENT)! For her, It’s a mix of insomnia (which, yes, Wandergrief kiwi has) and overworking herself. Shes basically become a workaholic to try and ignore her icky feelings, feeling that they don’t matter and she shouldn’t bring them up cause she’d probably get all sappy and gross if she does! Her work really consists on plans if things go wrong, making back up potions with anything she can find, doing extra chores or things to keep herself busy (even if she wasn’t asked), All sorts of stuff, which.. is really taking a toll on her mental state, as you’d expect- Even when she DOES try to sleep, insomnia kicks in and BOOM she’s thinking about things she COULD be doing right now…Or her feelings and emotions, which almost instantly makes her get up to do more work until she can get her mind off it, ignoring them completely.

She kept, and wears, grandma Saphy’s hat! Just a little thing to remember her by besides her broom.. and since it broke in act 5 (I think) that just got her even worse mentally. She still hasn’t forgiven the spell squad for breaking it. Most of that act after that has Miriam looking even more melancholic and upset, sentences being dry and even more emotionally distant. She gets better eventually, though.

Emerald is being taken care of by ash back in Delphi until Miriam returns! I like to think her and Ash in this universe were actually kind of “friends” (more or so acquaintances) in these events.

I don’t have an ending to this au yet, and I don’t have any ideas for how it’s gonna go when Miriam got hurt in that one chapter and went home.. but leave suggestions if ya want! Thanks for reading :D

More of this “au of an au” might come soon!

[bradleyenthusiast]

Since I’m not going to finish the Jessica master-post/essay for a good long while; I wanted to take a look at the parallels between these scenes (as well as the events before and after) and the implications they have about Brad and Jessica’s relationship.

For context’s sake, Season 1 Episode 6 starts with Morty working up the courage to ask Jessica to the Flu Season Dance, only to then be intercepted by Brad.

From an outsider’s perspective, Morty presents as a nervous, shy, and insecure younger boy without much to offer but with a lot of heart, who is being unfairly mistreated by someone who pushes him back, thinking that Morty should “stay in his place” and date on his (lower) level.

From Brad’s side of things, Morty is a random who’s hitting on his girlfriend, and not even a worthy rival at that. He explains that even he wouldn’t go so far out of his own league. Jessica stands there and smiles as Brad praises her and insults Morty, until Brad states he doesn’t hit on girls prettier than herself. She frowns, sarcastically thanks him, and he smiles, adding on that his talents lay in athletics, not prose. If she wants that, she can have that. As he leads her away, arm around her shoulders, Morty looks down, defeated.

(Tangentially, I’d also like to add there’s a common misunderstanding had with this scene that Brad and Jessica are not dating, and Morty’s potential date was “stolen” from him by Brad intervening and discouraging Morty from talking to Jessica. However, the scene ends with Brad saying, “You want good words? Date a languager.” Additionally, if that misinterpretation were the case, that would make Jessica even worse as a person.)

At the dance, Morty, armed with a love potion extracted from an annoyed Rick, smears some onto Jessica’s arm. Jessica, initially aggravated by this, quickly succumbs to its effects. Grabbing Morty close and proclaiming her love for him. Morty confesses his own love as well, just as Brad (who’s drinking) passes by and overhears him. Brad does a spit take, angrily crushes his cup, and places himself between Morty and Jessica, pushing Morty back and prepared to get physical. He asks if he’s bothering Jessica, the obvious sight of Jessica embracing Morty going unaddressed.

Jessica pushes Brad back immediately, grabbing Morty back and screaming at Brad to leave him alone, calling him a jerk and repeating her love for Morty. Brad is genuinely shocked here, looking quite sad before Jessica gets in his face, stating: “He is more man than you will ever be.” She then sneezes, infecting him.

This scene flips the main point of Brad’s earlier verbal degradation of Morty and overall emasculation back onto Brad. Brad sees himself as the superior man to Morty, as a valued athlete, boyfriend, and peer in school. The rest of the student body, as well as Jessica, has been shown to share that same opinion. So there’s supposed to be satisfaction in this scene, seeing Morty finally win, and Brad devolve into a Morty-obsessed drone, but it only spells the disastrous beginning of the end of this dimension.

Moving onto the season finale, Episode 11 has Morty clashing with Rick and Summer for throwing a party in the parents’ absence, while their guests make a mess of the house in a chaotic whirlwind that Morty takes upon himself to control. We find out that sure enough, Brad and Jessica are both in attendance (though do not arrive together), to which Rick assumes the latter will quell Morty’s anxiousness.

This proves to be a gross underestimation of Morty’s ability to annoy Rick.

With the sudden Kool-aid Man-esque appearance of the leader-combination clone Abradolf Lincler, Brad (who’s drinking and appeared to be having a conversation with Jessica while Morty lingered behind her) is bumped into while Lincler monologues at Rick. This begins a confrontation that has Lincler awkwardly trying not to sound racist, suddenly looking to Rick for help, while Brad takes the encounter very personally. He turns everything Lincler says against him, even quoting the Third Reich’s promise to reign a thousand years.

Jessica attempts to interject, pointing and demanding Brad leave him alone, but Brad yells for her to stay out of it, pointing a finger right back at her.

Jessica is extremely upset by this. To which Rick yells out, “Kick his ass, Brad!” The people surrounding join in on this chant, notably not added to by Grace S., Jessica’s friend who tried to calm her down at the dance. Lincler looks around while Brad crushes and throws down his cup, and starts the smoothest ass kicking in the show thus far.

Jessica yells at Brad again as he throws himself at Lincler, then runs out of the room. Morty expresses his outrage with Rick, but is then pushed in Jessica’s direction, claiming he did Morty a “favor”. This is the second time Rick has helped Morty meddle in Jessica’s relationship, this time for his own benefit.

Morty follows through, meeting Jessica in the front outside and apologizing for Rick’s behavior. However, this apology is ignored, Jessica instead beginning to vent her frustrations with Brad, “UGH. Brad is such a jerk. He’s always trying to prove what a man he is. I just want to find somebody nice and sweet.”

Although this could be taken as Jessica’s feelings about Brad’s behavior towards her, based on the previous scene’s context about race, the Civil War between the Lincoln-led Union against slavery in the United States and the pro-slavery Confederacy, the centuries of chattel slavery (that may have brought Brad’s ancestors to the States), and the ideology of the Third Reich of Hitler’s Nazi Germany, Jessica’s rant comes off as instead focused on Brad’s own pattern of behavior toward others.

We know that to an extent, Jessica is making a very valid point, both as a girlfriend and peer. Brad is a jerk, but not for the fight we just saw. We saw how in Episode 6 he belittled Morty, pointedly not for hitting on his girlfriend but instead for not even being worth it. Brad is justified here in context, but he took it a step too far to say that for Morty, there’s no chance in the world that he or people like him could find luck with girls like Jessica. It’s not their place.

Brad then follows up with the implication that if he were more successful or more wealthy, he’d be allowed to be with a prettier girl than Jessica. All while saying that Jessica is the prettiest, the highest caliber that he can get. At her sarcastic gratefulness, he brushes her off, and displays an unwillingness to change, like he would rather she leave him to find happiness than abandon his role in this social system.

Although, to counter this, the vulnerability Brad exposes in himself can’t be ignored. In the same breaths that he says that Morty is beneath both him and Jessica, he shows how highly in regard he holds her, how closely he follows the doctrine of high school hierarchy for her sake, and how willing he is to stand up for her and her standards. He performs his duty promptly and plays the role of a jerk jock without issue.

He’s comedically self aware and understands that although he was just saying very shallow things, he also shows how much he understands Jessica’s wants and desires, how she’s capable of knowing what she wants out of a relationship. He may say, “Date a languager (instead).” But he’s also showing that he respects that she could make that decision as a result of him.

It’s not a profound way of saying it, but Brad knows where his shortcomings as a boyfriend are and how that could effect the future. He expresses himself in ways he knows how to communicate, expressing how much he desires Jessica physically but also respects that their personalities have clashing areas.

Brad sees her as the prettiest girl in school, someone’s who on his level and respects as an equal, but also someone who might not see him as her dream guy. That’s alright. She can make that decision for herself, but for now, until that happens, he’ll be there for her regardless. Maybe not in the chivalrous way we dream, but he’s making an actual effort to show up.

We also see that when Jessica was embracing Morty, telling him she loved him and being obviously “happy”, Brad’s first decision was to push aside Morty, focusing on how he could defend Jessica from someone so far beneath their shared level, and someone he already told off for talking to her. The scene implies that he only notices when Morty talks, but the intimate posing should have been acknowledged if Brad were interested in confronting Jessica. Implying perhaps Brad is willing to put up with Jessica wandering as long as she’s still his.

When Jessica calls him a jerk here, and less of a man, it is in its most obvious context, directing vitriol at Brad that perhaps he isn’t completely used to maybe, but is aware of. He knows he isn’t perfect, he knows he’s not the poet she may want, but her saying Morty is more a man than he is specifically for Brad to swallow. That comes from actual dissatisfaction with Brad and is repeated in her later rant. It was the love potion that was able to let Jessica actually confront her issues with her relationship. It’s what shocks Brad to hear, even if he already knew it.

When Brad yells back at her at the party, Jessica’s feelings come back to the surface and come out at the most inappropriate time possible. Maybe Brad was yelling because he remembered how he felt before he was infected (alt. universe after all) or it was the same communication difficulties he had when he said he wouldn’t hit on a prettier girl.

However, people don’t owe nazis the space for debate and civil conversation, never mind the targets of the violence sewn by them. Maybe Jessica was just talking about Brad yelling at her, or she was trying to keep him from getting physically involved with someone again for the sake of his own ego, like she says is common with him. She has the right to be mad at that. Raising your voice at anyone, especially a loved one can be very damaging and even triggering.

However, Jessica centering her own feelings after a confrontation like that not only comes off as selfish, but also makes her look like a fascist sympathizer. Instead of accepting the apology, having some perspective, or saying outright what her actual problem was, Jessica redirects Morty’s genuine apology for Rick’s bad behavior and manipulation of the situation, into a complaint about her African-American boyfriend confronting a racist.

On top of this, we also know that Jessica had nothing to say when Brad was berating Morty, only speaking up when it had to with herself, her self image, her ego. But the moment that she chooses to tell off Brad, to get him to leave the situation alone, she chooses Hitler. Then chooses to position Brad as the jerk, the aggressor, and being “too sensitive”, when we know Jessica has on two occasions attacked Brad’s masculinity, when Brad’s earlier argument was centered around the emasculation of Black men by white men.

And at the end of the episode, we find Brad and Jessica right back together, to Morty’s disappointment. So, maybe everything just works out. Maybe the two see the beauty and ugliness in each other, and can’t think of any other person to love. Maybe it’s just convenience as two popular shallow kids boost each other’s popularity.

Either way, Morty should learn more about Jessica before he starts killing indiscriminately again.

[sunnylands-world]

Extremely dangerous

Pairing: Draco x chubby reader x Hermione

Summary: he's a man with a secrets and A few misunderstandings…

Word count: 1,315

Warning: self hate, eating disorder, passing out, miscommunication and understandings, love potion

A/n: still packing but I'm working on request I promise. I got a lot more than I thought! 😅 Anywho @crispymilkshakekoala asked Can u plsss make draco x hermoine x chubby reader ( fluff & angst )

He was back like before, kissing your lips like a dirty secret. whispering things that had you turning into putty in his hands but he'd leave you again; and not show you attention elsewhere. You were walking the hall when you caught sight of him. But it wasn't him you were looking at, it was her [Hermione]. Alongside that he was touching her, she was touching him. You could only assume they- they were together. He waved you away like a fly, unwelcomed.

he looked like he was in a rush to tuck you back in the closet, ashamed, unwanted. Your tears fought your eyes like water on top of paper. You shook your head in denial rushing back to your room, your heart beating painfully as you urged yourself not to trip over your own feet. When you got to your room your hands struggled like they'd never opened your door before till you got it open. You fell to your floor, your body shook as you tried to breathe. You were his toy under the bed not meant to be seen or known about. He didn't even tell you about Hermione Granger but standing yourself next to her you could figure out why, gross.

Your lip trembled. You knew it wasn't good to beat yourself down but you couldn't stop feeling like you were so… you inhaled sharply trying to fight the war in your head but breathing in didn't stop the storm. What were you doing wrong? Why was he hiding You? You knew why he was hiding you, it was because you were not… you tried but you couldn't stop yourself from eating and you were angry at yourself for it. You'd lost weight before because you'd gotten fed up with gaining it. You'd become so disgusted with food that you stopped touching it.

Three meals became two and two became one. That was a while ago, you'd let yourself get comfortable with food again and you were back at square one. Luna and the others would say you could lose it quickly but you could barely make yourself be around people because you felt gross so walking or working out in front of others seemed embarrassing and difficult. You fought back tears with two things crossing your mind: one being that you were something people would hide rather than show because you weren't something people would be proud of [Hermione].

Two being that maybe it would be easier to not deal with it at all. Your chest gripped tight and your breathing picked up as the tears fell from your eyes. You were mad you were crying, you were mad that this all seemed so true. And the worst part was you completely understand why he'd wanted to hide you. I want to hide me too. As you sat there things felt easier to give up on and coping mechanisms seemed to become rather deadly as your mind spit insults at you. You looked up at sky asking for answers to your problems but they didn't fall, it was all so suffocating.

You laid in bed, turning uncomfortable as sleep took you away from the day. You never were comfortable like this, laying in bed while feeling… your body was so freaking hard to love and having him prove that you weren't pretty enough to be shown, cared for or talked about in public made you so tempted to just cut away your pain. Sometimes you felt like you were boxed in with all your of it, beating at the wall in frustration. Like your body was moving through heavy winds and you were a feather.

There never seemed to be a right word for any of it and that in itself was enough to cause you to look for a meaning you'd never find. You spent your days locked in your room hoping you shred away. You actually were proud you were missing meals again. You'd gotten up to shower and drink but would quickly lay back down listening to your tummy rumble only thinking about how this was one step closer to being good enough. You weren't sure what time or day it was when you fell asleep but when you'd woken in the hospital.

Luna, Ginny, Fred and George were on one side of you looking shaken up as your eyes blinked to life. "What happened?" your voice was horse as the words left you. Luna opened her mouth to speak but- "you passed out from a lack of food." Draco, you turned, seeing him. His eyelids were heavy and bags resting under those once bright blue eyes, his lips had skin peeling away and his hair looked like he hadn't brushed it. You nodded at him as you went to ask them [your friends] something.

"So that's it! You nearly died and you just nod!" Draco shouts startling the others before Luna's soft voice says "I think it's best if we leave these two alone." Fred looks hesitant but nods nevertheless, squeezing your smaller wrist earning a glare from Draco but he doesn't seem to care as he walks away. "I don't know what you want me to say. You should be happy!" you say with a cocky look on your face. "Why the fuck would I be happy about this? You look like you've dropped a hundred pounds!" He growls and tears fall slowly down his cheek.

"Well now I'll be pretty enough for you!" You snapped. "what! I didn't want you to be skinny you- you were gorgeous to me how you were before. why would you do this?" he said looking confused. "Right, I was so pretty that you hid me and didn't tell your girlfriend." You said looking away, a hand grabbed your arm. "Hermione Granger is not my girlfriend! It was a potion" he says looking from both your eyes. "The boys had given her one. I told you to hide because I didn't want her to assume you had a part in it.

I hadn't walked around with you anywhere because I was under the impression you didn't want that because I paid attention. I knew how much anxiety being around people caused you. God I was so scared when you hadn't met me back in are usual spot, I thought you'd left! Only to find out you were starving yourself," his breath hitches and he down right sobbs in front of you, bring his hand to yours. "I wasn't cheating on you and I should have come to you that day but I was stupid.

If I had known that this is what you thought I would have done things differently. I never wanted you to be skinny, I liked holding you before, I liked running my hands across you. I wanted to do so much more…you have to promise me you won't do this again and will both talk, because I- I love you and- and I don't want to lose you." He says squeezing your hand. Tears of your own fall as you nod leaning towards him, kissing his lips roughly with every feeling that's coursing through you.

He wraps his arms around your small round frame, pulling you to his lap before you pull back. "you said, cheated but that would mean-" "you were my girlfriend this whole time. Even if I'd never said" he smiles, looking at you with a sparkle in his eyes. You sigh, letting your head fall in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry" you mumble and he gives you a squeeze, smirking against yours. "It's okay, I just know that love is extremely dangerous for us." He states kissing your skin.

All of this just goes to show your thoughts are a trap. When given the right trigger it can shoot a bullet that will rip you apart.

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[sodamnradd]

Hello!! Any updates on your work?? I hope you are happy and healthy and enjoying summertime:)

Hello! Yes. You can expect a new potions partners x fake relationship two shot very soon. I accidentally had way too much fun with it and it’s approx 20k words. Little snippet below. I shared a different snippet on Twitter a little while back. If you’re asking about Ecdysis, please see the last Ask I answered. xx

Naturally, everything took a beastly downturn on Monday morning when Malfoy decided to announce to the student body that they were dating.

He was waiting for her outside the Great Hall, leaning casually against the wall with his satchel hanging lazily from his shoulder and his arms crossed over his chest. A group of lower-year girls gave him a once-over as they passed by, giggling when he winked at them. Ugh. Gross.

“There’s my girl,” Malfoy exclaimed when he spotted her. “Missed you over the weekend.”

“Hey,” she said, nodding casually. She kept walking, hoping the interaction would stop there, but he followed her inside.

“Where are you going, love?” he called after her. “We’re eating at the Slytherin table, remember?”

She curled her fingers around her book bag. “Since when?”

“Since I decided I couldn’t go a single meal without my darling girlfriend.” He dropped an arm around her shoulders and steered her to the back corner of the room. “Come. My friends are dying to get to know you.”

[istadris]

Unpopular Asterix meme: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

So when it comes to Asterix, I think the fandom is doing fine with him so far ?

BUT. What gets on my nerve is the "official" content makers : most of the live action movies (except Mission Cleopatra because that one is perfect) simply don't get what makes Asterix good ! And instead they turn him into the WORST character !

They don't know how to use a clever character without making him an insufferable know-it all. They don't know how to evoke his lack of love interests without making gross homophobic jokes and push forced straight romances on him (again, only Mission Cleopatra gets a pass because the romance with Gimmeakis is very cute and funny). They don't know how to make differentiate him from the rest of the Gauls without making unfunny jokes about him getting vegan. Hell, even his beef with Caesar is handled so poorly it gives me second hand cringe just from thinking about it.

And to some extent, even in good recent content, I feel like a lot of people don't really know how to use Asterix and instead just make him an extra in someone else's story. It didn't bother me too much in the Secret of the Magic Potion, because this was Getafix' movie and he deserves his moment of glory, but nowadays everytime there's a new album I find myself praying for the new authors to not butcher Asterix and give him some moment to shine.

Which is why, even if he gets ridiculed a couple of times in it, I really liked the Griffin album for giving our favorite short Gaul some golden moments ^^

Ask meme : unpopular opinion edition

[elliemarchetti]

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures (Part VII)

I don’t know if I should tag @jilymicrofics or @jilymicro-oops. In doubt, I’ll submit this part of Desperate Times, Desperate Measures to both.

Prompt: Grating (prompt 20)

Words: 529

Something clashed in the scene before him, as if it were hiding a small mistake, but important enough to make it completely wrong. Maybe it was the fact Sirius was kissing the girl he’d been in love with since the first day of school, or maybe it was the fact she was kissing him back. The image made him vaguely sick to his stomach and left a bitter taste in his mouth, like an out-of-tune guitar or someone mangling the lyrics of your favourite song. He never believed him to be a hypocrite, but there was a certain dissonance between what he had told him in the past and what he was evidently doing at the moment threatening to change his mind.

“They’re cute together, don’t you think? Maybe a little gross sometimes, but cute nonetheless,” a familiar female voice commented to his right, but James didn’t bother to answer, certain he couldn’t say anything nice when he agreed so little. Usually, whatever his best friend did, even the most grating shit, never made him want to use violence, but in this case he was certain no one would blame him if he made an exception.

“Do you want this Butterbeer or should I track down Remus?” the Gryffindor next to him asked, touching his shoulder with the cool neck of the freshly uncorked bottle, instinctively pushing him to turn. Maybe it was for the best, even if he feared he had the image of the one he considered like a brother stealing the girl of his dreams under his nose forever imprinted into his brain.

“Yes, I think…” James began, until he met a pair of eyes as green as a meadow on a dewy spring morning and as innocent as a fawn’s. In disbelief, he turned back to Sirius and the one he had thought was Lily, who had now moved to straddle him and buried her hands in his loose hair. He would have recognized those hips, that waist, and her flaming red mane anywhere, and yet the same person was also standing in front of him, with a hopeful smile and two Butterbeers ready to be downed.

“What..?” James stammered, rubbing his temples.

“Oh, that’s Marlene!” Lily, the real one, according to her, exclaimed. “A few weeks ago, she said she was afraid Sirius only wanted her for her looks, and since I’m pretty sure I’m the only girl in this school who truly horrifies him, I offered to make some Polyjuice potion for her to take my appearance. Judging by the way they are wrapped around each other, I’d say he passed the test.”

“What if he kissed you?” James asked, trying not to sound too shocked by a plan he wasn’t exactly sure was as brilliant as the two girls had imagined it to be.

“Oh, if he had made a mistake he would’ve had to start running really fast,” she replied, before turning back to their friends and yell them to find a room.

“Not ours, please!” James added, even though he was sure he would have to sleep again on the sofa in the Common Room crammed between Moony and Wormtail.

[pe0ple3ater]

heyyyy remember that break I talked about? Well..

I saw some discourse about people denying that Felps watched Cell eat Pac's leg, and I got to wondering why we would EVER deny something so wonderful. So Felps seems more innocent? He's not, he help Cell the whole time he was locked up? He was buddy buddy with him, maybe it was out of fear but he still did it. We can know that Felps watched, and understand that he hated it. These two realities can exist together.

Anyway, Felps watches Cell eat Pac's leg under the cut. Not NSFW, but gory and gross if you're into that :3

Felps knows it's fucked up.

Cell is bent between Pac's legs, teeth ripping through skin and muscle and fat. Licking and slurping at the blood spurting and oozing from the wounds covering Pac's leg. Pac's not screaming, the weakness potion Felps had smuggled for Cell keeping him pliant and subdued. Felps' assistance making this easy for Cell.

Felps shouldn't look, he knows he shouldn't watch. It's sick, the kind of disgusting that will haunt his dreams forever. There's blood everywhere, Cell's claws are digging into Pac's other thigh to keep him down, he's purring like a motor boat. All of these things Felps sees in sharp detail, burning onto the back of his eyelids. The savage way Cell rips into flesh and pulls.

Felps swallows and his saliva taste like blood.

Cell laughs, high pitched and manic. He pulls himself up Pac's body and cups his face with bloody hands. Call gazes down at Pac with an almost loving look on his face, and his thumbs brush very gently under Pac's wide eyes. Cell leans down and licks the tears streaming down Pac's cheeks, runs his hand softly through Pac's hair. He handles Pac so lovingly, a stark contrast to the scene as a whole.

They're both covered in blood, pooling under them and soaking into their clothes. Cell's jaw and mouth are drenched, he occasionally flicks his tongue out to lick up the blood. Pac's got his own blood from Cell's hands and mouth smeared across his skin.

Felps' eyes trail down to the leg Cell had been eating, it's a mangled, unrecognizable mess. Chunks of flesh and muscle ripped out, giving way to the stark white of bone. Claw marks cover what skin is left, ruined forever without a doubt. Felps' stomach churns, he's going to vomit but he can't force himself to look away, as if bearing witness to this thing he caused will absolve him of the sins he's committed.

"Me desculpe, querido, eu não queria fazer isso. Você tentou mentir para mim, fugir de mim. Agora você não pode fugir de novo, você é meu" Cell coos, pressing kisses to Pac's slack mouth. Pac sobs and Cell stares down at him, holding his face and caressing his cheeks while Pac's eyes start to fall closed. Cell purrs softly and presses one final kiss to Pac's forehead, and then he smiles. It's wide and genuine, more real than anything Felps has ever seen from him.

Cell stands and his eyes snap to Felps. He laughs at the expression that must be on his face, wrapping his arms around himself and doubling over with the force of it. He grins, teeth stained red, expression open giddy excitement. Felps feels the spell break, he stumbles and vomits against the wall. When he stops, he runs his hand through his hair and tries to catch his breath.

Cell crouches now next to him, he tilts his head and watches Felps for a moment. He keeps his hands to himself and Felps is greatful for it. Cell hums softly and licks the blood from his claws.

"Você vê o que acontece quando você tenta me enganar? Não seja estúpido, Felps. Ligue para alguém, certifique-se de que ele sobreviva" he mumbles between passes of his tongue against his blood slick hands. Cell shoots him one more smile before he stands and stretches. He looks more satisfied than Felps has ever seen him, tail flicking lazily behind him. Cell walks off, leaves Felps with the mangled body, the blood, the weight of his decisions.

Felps shakily pushes himself up, he grabs his walki and counts to sixty in his head. He gives Cell time to get away. He calls for nurses and backup with a numb detachment.

Felps stands and waits, he turns his back and squeezes his eyes closed.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb:

What We Do in the Shadows with the small town feels of Gilmore Girls in this swoon-worthy romance that will leave readers delightfully cozy and hungry for more. When Cassandra Camberwell returns to her hometown of Hollow Brook to clear out her late grandmother’s ramshackle old house, the last thing she expects is Seth Brubaker on her doorstep. Her former best friend was responsible for the worst moment of her high school life, and she can’t imagine he wants to do anything but torment her all over again.

Until she unearths the real reason this annoyingly gorgeous beast of a man keeps hanging around: he’s an actual werewolf, who’s certain she’s the witch that will ease his suffering. But Cassie just isn’t sure if she can trust him again. So Seth offers a pact: he’ll teach her all about her undiscovered magic, and she will brew the potions he needs. No feelings, no funny business, just a witch and a werewolf striking a deal.

Totally doable. Until they get hit with a do-or-die mating bond. And now the heat is rising, in between fights with formers bullies and encounters with talking raccoons. They just have to not give in. Unless giving in just might be the very thing they never knew they always wanted.

Review:

Second chance romance between two ex high school best friends as they try and break the werewolf curse on one of them. Cassandra Camberwell has returned to her hometown of Hollow Brook after her grandmother's passing, all she meant to do was inspect the house and go through her grandmother's things and leave... but then Seth Brubaker shows up at her door demanding to see her grandmother. Cassandra and Seth used to be best friends, she even had a crush on him...until the incident in highschool where he became hot, abandoned her, publicly fat shamed and humiliated her and befriended all her bullies. Cassandra left highschool and was homeschooled until she could finally leave the town... Seth broke her heart. Yet here he is now all those years later and revealng to her that he is a werewolf and that she is a witch who could help him (she never even knew she was a witch). Yet this new Seth claims that all he wants is her help to get rid of the curse and he'll leave her alone, and she can't resist him, especially now that he's so hot despite the trauma he caused. Things take a turn when they get into a strange mating bond situation and Cassandra has to consider if she can be with the very man who bullied her all those years ago. I want to start off by saying I did not know this was a bully romance when I got into it, I did not know that the main female lead would be falling for the very guy who fat shamed her and literally forced her into homeschooling.... and never even really did anything to make up for it all those years later. I loved Charlotte's previous book and was so so excited to see her new paranormal romance, especially since this would be the first in a series but was completely thrown by what I was reading when it came down to it. These individuals did not feel like they were in their late 20s, they did not feel like grown adults at all. I also could not get over the fact that Cassandra simply forgave Seth and said: yeah its all good, he's hot so it's fine?? HELLO??? He did nothing and I mean nothing to ever warrant her falling for him again, he didn't grovel, he didn't really explain, and he just used his hotness to het her to help him and be with him again?? Like it's one thing if he was compelled or forced to say it but when he explains why he did, I was just grossed out and honestly if it were me, I would have punched him in the face and slammed the door. I was expecting a cute second chance romance but this was not cute at all for me. I love Charlotte's previous book and will definitely be reading more from her, however this book just did not hit the mark for me.

Release Date: October 1,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and St. Martin's Press | St. Martin's Griffin for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*