#trough the potions

[rafesslxt]

Love Potion ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ | Mattheo Riddle

summary: y/n thought she would smell something different while making Amortentia

warning: enemyxlover vibes, cursing, mattheo blushing for a second

note: shorter than usual but got this idea and had to write ( obviously there are other imagines like this so no not a new original idea i mean )

Together with my friends Harry, Ron and Hermione I walked to out next class potions. This year Professor Slughorn was teaching us and I really enjoyed what we learned so far.

Today we shared class with slytherin. Everyone got in and sat down, waiting for Professor to start.

" Good evening everyone, today you are going to learn how to make a love potion. The strongest to be exact. It is called Amortentia."

All the girl started giggling but I was distracted by a strong scent, something like mens cologne.

" Who can tell me something about it? " Professor Slughorn asked. Hermione‘s hand shot up into the air. " Yes, Miss Granger."

" Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Also Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what -"

" Yes yes yes Miss Granger, 10 points for gryffindor. And the rest of the students should figure the last point out by themselves, right?" Hermione nodded and looked at the example in front of her.

" All the ingredients are on your tables, you can either partner up or do the potion on your own. You have time till 10 minuten before the class ends. Have fun!" He clapped into his hands and everybody started.

Ron and Harry decided to do the potion on their own while Hermione and I decided to team up. It went really well until my nose was filled with this strong scent again. I looked around and the only person walking behind me was Riddle. I rolled my eyes at the thought of having his cologne in my nose.

" What is it with you? You seem so tense since we started class." Hermione asked while stirring the potion. " I have Riddles fucking strong cologne in my nose. This guy needs to start using less of it."

She knew about my hate towards him and everything he does. But I didn‘t started it, he did and I was never one to back down. So we tried to get on each other‘s nerves on every opportunity.

"Oops." i heard and felt a shoulder bumping into my side, almost knocking the potion over. I turned my back and saw Mattheo. " Wow, really mature. But what did I expect from you huh?" i snickered and turned back.

As everyone got ready, Professor Slughorn walked around the class and looked at eachs Amortentia.

" Very good ladys. May I take this for an example?" Hermione nodded proudly and we watched him putting it on the table in front of all of us.

" You all did a great job. Now I want you all to take a deep breath trough your nose and smell the potion in front of you." Everyone did as he said but again I couldn‘t smell anything but that stupid cologne.

"Y/n, why don‘t you tell me what you smell?" Professor Slughorn asked you smiling, pointing at the potion you and Hermione made. " I would love to professor, but I can only smell Mr. Riddle‘s cologne cause he apparently doesn‘t know when to stop spraying."

I gave Mattheo a dirty look but got confused really fast due to his confused look. What? No barking back?

" I don‘t wear any today, I rushed out of my common room cause I overslept." My eyebrows drew together, I didn‘t really understand why I would smell his cologne all class.

" Maybe If you take a step closer to the potion you can concentrate on the single ingredient you smell." Professor Slughorn suggested.

I did as he said and took a deep breath in again. " Um, I smell Sandlwood, bergamot and something like the deep ocean.. sea salt maybe."

I was in some kind of trance while smelling it. It was lovely, i felt so light and some goosebumbs formed on my body.

I looked up seeing Hermionie smiling. " What?" I whsipered. " Miss Granger, could you tell us the last fact for the Amortentia ?" Mr. Slughorn asked her.

" Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them." Attracts them? No no no..

I look at Mattheo, who‘s already smiling from head to toe. " Very good Miss Granger, now have a good day! And remember: Amortentia is a very dangerous potion! You should never underestimate it!"

We packed our stuff and left the class. " So what was that all about y/n? Smelling Mattheo? I mean do you really have a crush on that doucheba-" Ron startet but got interrupted shorty after " Yeah y/n, you have a little crush huh?“ Mattheo swung his arm around me, taking me away from my friends.

"What the fuck are you doing?" We rounded a corner and he stopped. " No playing around anymore little princess. Was that supposed to be a joke ?" I hope so too. " Because I smelled your fucking perfume the whole time too!"

" You - You did what?" I almost whispered, my hand flying onto my mouth. " I smelled you the whole time. Vanilla and something like strawberry.. fuck I wanted to devour you so bad." He came closer, pressing me against a wall, his chest against mine. "Tell me you don‘t feel the same, tell me I can go fuck myself and tell me to get my hands off of you."

I couldn‘t. He was right, I wanted to tell him to fuck off and to not touch me, but I simply couldn‘t. " Y/n.." he whsipered my name, coming closer with his face. Then it hit me, it has to be a joke.

I started laughing which he just answered with a confused look. " It is a joke right? You try to fuck with my head because I said I smelled you while smelling the potion. I smelled your cologne not you. Somebody else could wear it too."

" I‘m not joking y/n." " Prove it."

And from one second to another, my whole life changed. He took my face in his hands and pressed his lips again mine. Hard at first but the kiss got softer and passionate. I slowly kissed him back, putting my hands on his chest. He let my face go and put his hands on my hips, squeezing them a little bit.

Out of breath I broke the kiss, his lips red and swollen, smirking. "So you don‘t hate me huh?" I grinned. "Oh shut up." He smiled back at me and kissed me again.

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hope you had fun reading 🫶🏻

Masterlist

xoxo sarah

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

OM charicters and how they handle periods

Lucifer

- can and will fuck the shir outta ya if it helps-

- he will also baby you

- I mean- he literally sends the brothers out to gather sweets and other needs

- heated blanket on hand for you

- you can sleep in his bed

- he watches over you as you sleep of you get tired

- none will hurt his little lamb

Mammon

- he panicks

- you're BLEEDING WTFFFF

- especially worried and unprepared if you don't identify as a female

- thinks you're dieing and lucifer wil kill him

- when its explained he does good and gets everything he knows you need

- here, have literally all this expensive chocolate he knows you like

- have all the midol he could find

- have the products you need to survive this- and more♡

Levi

- he probably learned about periods trough anime/an online AFAB friend

- he wont mind if you stay with him, he can clean whatever gets blood on it, you chose to spend time with him, he is hapoy with that :>

- anime and video games to distract you

- you can sleep in his lap as he plays

- you get to share his anime themed snacks

Satan

- for those who get moody during hell, he is here to help

- cat Cafe is the haven for you both-

- he also gets his anger out with you in healthy ways

- you both write out everything, scream out your toughts into the Forrest, and sing along to songs that bring out that anger

- afterwards he will read to you until you fall asleep

- he takes good care of you

Asmo

- feeling extra ✨️horny✨️ he is here to help

- he fucks ya fore a few hours then you both have a nice hot bath, makeovers and stuff

- you get sugar coded fruits with him

- sleep like Royalty and wake up feeling refershed✨️

- literally a phone call away for anything

- period products are in his bathroom too

Beel

- this man has the comfort food

- he will allways share with you and Belphie

- he notices when you come to him more often for sweets and stuff, so he stocks more for you ^^

- om nom nom

- one of the best people to nap with

- he is also a good workout bud to help with the cramps n stuff too

- one of the best boys to go to tbh-

Belphie

- now- of you need sleep- he has ya

- he sees you being tired and d r a g s you to one of his spots, cuddles you, and falls asleep with you

- it's fuckin comfy so ofc you fall asleep too-

- you get only the best dreams by his side

- cuddle, sleep, it's done- he won't stop- help QwQ

Diavolo

- the me is that?

- he didn't know until you bleed trough your clothes sadly

- he helps by haveing teas with you and has barbatos find some thar help with cramping and just to make thibgs more comfortable

- sweets galore (you're allowed to take them home

- you can sit on his lap and cuddle him, he is warm

Barbatos

- he knows when your periods are, its not weird-

- he has products set up in the bathroom near the room you're staying in and the next fee over just in case

- he brings you tea and sweets that help you

- he has a change of clothes for you on the ready along with spare blankets/sheets/pillows

- he can take care of any and i mean ANY of your needs, just ask ^^

Simeon

- he isn't that exposed to them, so he dosent know what to do or if he can interfere

- he decides that he can if you beg him enough or he sees that you're suffering

- finds things that can calm the symptoms and help your body

- gentle massages

- he is a little cold but damn can he take care of you

Luke:

- also has no idea wtf to do

- he learns sweets help and bakes alot for you

- like- they all are get well things or if you like to celebrate it then the sweets are red and pink

- he'll tell off anyone who tries to bother you

Solosus

- he has a potion for that

- you just have to beg

- :>

Thirteen

- hasn't had one, but she likes to help you if you promise to help her on a trap

- or you can be the trap by surprising someone with your moodyness

- she gets the perfect things for you

- a damn good tradeoff

Rapael

- like the other angles VERY confused

- he does help tho

- number 2 for sleep spots, no cuddles tho

- gets you weird foods to try

- about 5/10 could be better

Mephistophlies

- bro dosent know anything about this, why should he?

- when he does learn, he sneaks some sweets into your locker, high quality ofc

- he would give you shit as he gives you some spare clothes

- this man, he finds good shit to help ya

[weepingtalecowboy]

The chain gets separated during a portal jump and luckily almost everyone is at one spot except Wind and they are on the fucking death mountain

All links are stuck and Wild quickly uses fire resistance potions for the members with no fire resistance like warriors while everyone frantically tries to find wind

Just to see wind speak to a random goron and with no fire protection whatsoever (the goron is extremely happy because hylians rarely go to the top of the mountain and happily gives him a tour trough their whole town)

And he seems fine

Because the hero of the winds disregards the laws of nature and apparently shooting an ice arrow at the ground ever so often is enough

And then the entire chain is just questioning what the hylians of wind's Hyrule are even made of

LIKE HOW !?!?

You are wearing nothing that could protect you and you BURN IN LAVE BUT THE HEAT DOES NOT BOTHER YOU OR WHAT

You are inside a literal volcano and all you do is shot a single ice arrow

What is the hero of the winds made off

[aaaaaaallljffourrhodri]

Scars

A @libraryraccoon prompt

It was now a week since the whole STYKS fiasco and Grim was now back to Ramshackle living his student life to the fullest... however there was something bothering Grim... "Why does this place fill empty?" Grim hadn't seen his henchman since his return to the school grounds.

In his room the prefect was still unconscious recovering from the last overblot fight; the phantom had made him hit his head by throwing him to a wall.

When Yuu finally woke up ramshackle was surrounded by silence; "It's probably school time I shouldn't worry about it too much" after struggling a bit the prefect got up leaning onto the desk that was near his bead. Suddendly the mirror gave him a crude sight of reality: a black and blue scar ran trough his left eye.

"Oh right Grim..." The prefect murmured with sorrow before sighing "It would be better if I cover this up..." After a quick patch up his left eye was bandaged and hidden to everyone's sight with his black hair.

A week had passed again. Things were back to normal, and Yuu couldn't be more glad to see Grim finally happy! However there was something bothering him... why even after all the medication he took the scratch was still there? Didn't that potion cure scars? Why is it still there?

Lost with his train of toughs, Yuu didn't notice his legs took him to one place he dreaded the most: the botanical garden.

Yuu knew if he met the sleeping lion his cover would be blown and make Grim and the others far too preoccupied for his sake.

Panicking, he tried to exit the place, making as little noise as possible, only to be betrayed by a twig on the ground.

And there he was standing in all his majestic stance thr sunset savanna Prince, observing with annoyed eyes the now panicked prefect.

His look then softened before he scrunched up his nose without any word spoken he wrapped his hand around the collar of the prefect's shirt "Herbivore you stink."

The prefect tried to play it dumb

"Thanks, Leona..."

The lion growled. "Do you think I'm stupid Herbivore? Don't play dumb. We both know what I'm talking about the fact that you smell of decaying flesh." After his hand moved Yuu's hair out of the way, revealing a patch of bandages.

"Listen, Yuu, I'm not gonna tell anyone if that's what you want... however, I was not kidding when I said it smells like rotten flesh you should get checked by that dog trainer but for now I'll patch you up." Releasing his grip on the prefect he whipped out his magic pen casting a healing spell."This should keep things at bay for a while." Yuu swallowed before looking down not saying a word Leona hears were now flat on his head "You know I didn't want to say this but... that scar... reminds me of when I overblotted... the tought of me hurting you is now a nightmare to me so please get it checked."

Leaving the prefect stunned by this sudden confession, Leona started to head back to his dorm before turning one last time "Also; don't worry about that furball I'm sure he will understand that you forgive him if you tell him and you know.... having a scar is not something to be ashamed off" the lion said before pointing to his scar."For me, this is a reminder ofa successfull hunt, for you it will be a reminder of how much you endured since you came here..."

The prefect smiled softly thinking of Leona's words before heading back to the school ho owned everyone an explanation afterall.

(This was supposed to be super agsty but I made it fluff- o well. Sorry if it's not what you imagined @libraryraccoon but we'll enjoy? I guess?)

[mk-oc-imagines]

Shang Tsung x Quan Chi Headcanons

-Both SFW and NSFW

-Headcanons based on MK1 story mode and my own interpretation

-Writing under read more

SFW

They were attracted to each other from the start but were too isolated in their lives to pit a finger in their feelings

If they can, they are always side by side

It's a comfort they found on accident

Quan Chi is the only one who can touch Shang Tsung's things and vice versa

Neither of them can sleep in comfy beds - Shang Tsung prefers a pillow and some thin sheets, Quan Chi can sleep on the ground without anything

Quan Chi's mining experience comes in handy

"What is so important about this rock?" "That is black obsidian, you fool."

They will have troubles breaking apart some rocks and Quan Chi just waltzes over, takes the pickaxe and in one swift move breaks it, gives it back and leaves without any word

Shang Tsung: 'I wish that were me'

Their moves while casting magic stems from their backround - Shang Tsung is more elegant and gracious, while Quan Chi is more calculated and does not make any unnecessary moves that would drain energy

Quan Chi observes as Shang Tsung makes new elixirs and potions

At first, Shang Tsung thought Quan Chi was going to criticize him but when none came it made him even more uneasy

"Why are you here?" "Am I not allowed to watch my partner work?"

Since then it became their routine

Neither of them liked physical touch at the start

They touched each other on accident when they were reaching for the same thing

It was like they were burned

Shang Tsung keeps his distance but Quan Chi is left wanting more

Quan Chi initiates their close proximity, hand on Shang Tsung's shoulder, brushing their shoulders together

When Shang Tsung works, Quan Chi looks over his shoulder, pressing his chest to Shang Tsung's back, placing his hands next to Shang's

Just to see that soft blush

Shang Tsung wants but he doesn't know how to ask

So instead of asking verbally, he gives hints

While working, pulls his hair to the side, exposing the back of his neck

Quan Chi grows weak

And presses his lips to the exposed skin

Shang Tsung tenses up, shudder running trough him

Quan Chi thinks he has hurt him and backs away and doesn't initiate more close encounters

Shang Tsung keeps giving hints but it is like Quan Chi doesn't even see

It's Shang Tsung who has had enough and corners Quan Chi in a secluded area

And Shang Tsung can't say what he wants so he just pulls Quan Chi into s kiss

It's quick and clumsy and Shang Tsung's cheeks are *burning*

When Quan Chi doesn't react, Shang Tsung is ready to bolt but gets stopped when he is pulled into a deep kiss

The rest is a history from there

Shang Tsung is the little spoon

One wouldn't think that they would be a healthy couple, but they are

Always asking for consent

Well, Quan Chi does

Shang Tsung still doesn't know how to ask for affection so he gives hints

Quan Chi learned to understand but is trying to teach Shang Tsung to voice what he wants

They can get easily overwhelmed with affection and touches - so they learned how to show or tell

Shang Tsung finds himself tracing Quan Chi's tattoos

They love to have a quiet sit down and enjoy a book or a snack

NSFW

Quan Chi is soft

Peppers the small scars Shang Tsung with kisses

They take everything slow

Quan Chi holds Shang Tsung close while they are joined as one

Shang Tsung is crying and sobbing mess each time - not because he's hurting, it's because he's in overwhelming pleasure

Quan Chi whispers sweet things as he makes love to Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung leaves scratches on Quan Chi's back

Quan Chi lets Shang Tsung explore, earning his trust

Shang Tsung asks for no marks and Quan Chi obliges

- So my brain went bloop halfway through, feel free to add your own!

[kaiser1ns]

so today i rewatched disney descendants and the characteristics of ben just straight up gave me ume vibes. so there you go my lovelies. not using the usual layout because this is just a silly quick idea that i had to post.

You, the daughter of Maleficent, and Umemiya, the son of Belle and the Beast, come from very different backgrounds. Wanting to prove yourself that you are cruel enough to your mother, as you use a love potion on him to ensure he falls for you so you can steal the wand of the Fairy Godmother, and him just wanting to prove you that good exits in everyone, as they should choose their own path and storyline.

"Hey, Umemiya~"

"Hey, Y/N."

"I just made these cookies, double chocolate chips, want one?"

"Oh, that's so kind of you but I've got a big game and I don't eat before it. Thank you so much, I would like to try it some other time, though!"

"Ah, yeah. I completely understand" you sighed, lowering the bag, faking the sad expression to achieve more real effect, "Be careful of the treats offered by kids of villains, right?"

"No,no, no. You got it wrong."

"Im sure everyone in Auradon knows that too. I get it you are cautious, that's smart." you open the small plastic bag getting ready to take a bite, "Oh,well, more for me then."

"No, hey —" he grabs the cookie out of your hand and gave it a big bite "See, that. I totally trust you."

"How are they?" you ask, tilting your head out of curiosity to see if the effect of the potion would hit in, "Amazing! Is that walnuts, I love walnuts." he starts to ramble about the texture, how nice the chocolate melts, so warm and soft, and super sweet.

"Y/N, have you always had such beautiful eyes, and pretty smile too?" you can't believe it, the love potion worked incredibly well. Jay, son of Jafar, comes behind him putting an arm around his shoulder, "How are you feeling, bro?"

"In love..." Umemiya said, as he stared into your eyes, hand cupping your cheek as he stroked it gently with his thumb, blush making its way to your face.

As both of you get to know each other, Umemiya's kindness, fairness, good nature and did i mention the love he has for you is ridiculous? He starts to influence you hard, making you question your mother's teachings about evil and the world. If only you knew what your heart was telling you as you don't know what you are feeling or is it just a dream about someone loving you, someone who doesn't see you just as the daughter of Maleficent.

And the moments comes when Umemiya who drinks an anti-love potion before the coronation, confesses that he has genuinely fallen in love with you for who you truly are, not because of any magic or poisoned cookie.

"I know about the love spell." your eyes widen, surprised, as your smile drops, "You... you do?"

"Yeah. And, um, it's worn off." Looking down, a bit saddened, as you played with your hands, "Oh."

"But here's the thing. I haven't loved you because of the spell. I loved you because of you." tears welling up, genuinely touched by his words, by his whole being, and you felt guilty for what is about to come, "Ume, I..."

Umemiya took your hand, squeezing it tightly, to assure you that's everything is okay, "I don't know what the future holds. But I do know that I want to be with you."

Smiling trough the tears, not wanting to appear vulnerable, but there's no point in hiding anymore, "Really?"

"Really." and he looked at you with the same love stare, with those eyes who saw everything you tried to suppress.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[waskatoshi]

GOOD LUCK SAMU!

Miya Osamu x F!Reader

Hogwarts Au! [+18] BratTamer!Osamu, Bratty!Reader, Spanking, Nipple play, Fingering, Clit Slaps, Blow Job, Unprotected sex. Hints of jealous and protective Osamu.

Osamu is feeling like everything in his life is going wrong, so he asks his brother a little bottle of liquid luck, felix felicis.

Miya Osamu was well aware that his luck had been running rather low lately.

His books had disappear.

His broom had gone insane.

A bludger hitted him in the stomach.

He didn't know what he had done to deserve all of this... maybe he got out on the wrong side of the bed, or someone may have cursed him, but what he did know in fact, was that he needed to get his luck back, and quickly.

In five days, his house was going to play against the regent three year champions of the quidditch cup, Gryffindor.

Slytherin needed to win this year competition no matter what, their honor was at stake.

Osamu was day and night analyzing his strategies, weaknesses and good sides. He had come to a simple conclusion: They needed to beware of the lions most dangerous player, their seeker.

His most talented opponent was his own brother. Miya Atsumu.

Osamu was unusually nervous. He wasn't like this on a daily basis, but with his current luck, surely the bludgers would plot something against him.

While Osamu was daydreaming in the couch of the common room, a girl entered trough the Slytherin portrait. When she realized the dazed state of the boy, she approached silently from behind, covering his eyes with her hands once she was close enough.

— Guess who?- She asked in a funny voice.

— Oh, it's you.

You smiled and sited right beside him.

— Whats with the long face?- Osamu looked at you with tedious eyes. He then proceeded to tell you everything about what was happening to him.- Yeah maybe you need to find a four leaf clover or something like that.- You joked. But Osamu didn't laugh. "Thats it!" He thought to himself

— If i don't have luck, i need to make my own.- He murmured. After that, Osamu left the common room without saying anything else.

— Good luck Samu!

[...]

Osamu went straight to the library to find what he was looking for: His roommate, Oikawa Tooru.

The dark haired boy was the only person who would help him with this kind of thing, because Osamu wasn't sure of what he exactly needed, but Oikawa would surely know.

— Oikawa!- He yelled in a whisper, bewaring of the old creepy librarian.

Osamu stopped in his tracks, next to him was Toorus girlfriend: A Ravenclaw girl who was too immersed studying to play attention to him. Her head was down with her hair hiding her (probably serious) expression.

Would she snitch on him if she heard something? Would she get him in trouble? As his mind raced in thoughts, he heard a very silent snoring: It came directly from her. She was asleep. In the library.

Oikawa patted the chair beside him, inviting his friend to take a sit.

— Is something wrong?- Asked the brown haired boy. Osamu proceeded to tell him everything he was going through. At The end, he asked Oikawa if there was anything that could bring him luck, or at least, something to recover the luck he already had.- Mmmm. Maybe a little bit of Felix Felicis could help. But it's very difficult to make, so you can't ask a normal student for it, let alone a teacher...

But Osamu knowed exactly who could help him. He thanked Oikawa and went straight to Gryffindors dorm. A few minutes later, the blond twin peeked through the Fat Lady portrait, making sure his brother was there.

— I received your message, I can get the potion with one of my friends, but you would have to wait, at least two days.- Osamu nodded and said:

— Ok, i will wait.

[...]

Two days later, his brother went to the Slytherin chambers with a little wooden box. Those two days were Osamu longest days in his life.

His socks had dissapear.

He failed herbology class.

Osamu was so excited, he hurriedly went to his dormitory again to open up the box. The package was cute, it had a yellowish color and a few words written all over it. A message could be read, courtesy of Atsumu.

"you can drink it in one go or save some for the match, good luck (:"

Osamu thought to himself. The best thing to do would be to take little by little every day, so he pulled out the little vial and taked a sip. He waited a few seconds to the potion to make something, but he was disappointed when he noticed that he didn't feel any different from before.

He putted the box under his pillow and went out to the common room. There he saw how you and your best friend played magical chess, and strangely enough, Osamu sat next to you.

— Do you want to go for a walk around the school?- he whispered in your ear, taking you by surprise.

— Y-Yes! Of course. Tsukishima!- you shouted across the room.- Come play against Atsumu's new girlfriend.

— I'm not his girlfriend! - the girl said while blushing.

As you both left the common room, you began to talk fluently. You two have always gotten along, not exactly friends, but rather good classmates or even teammates, but one thing was clear: both felt some kind of tension whenever you two were left alone.

Osamu felt unusually light, changing the conversation from topic to topic and overall going with the flow. Maybe the potion had finally worked?

Without noticing, both reached a dead end.

When you turned around, ready to leave, Osamu tooked your hand, waiting for something. He didn't know exactly what he was expecting, but out of nowhere, a door popped out of the wall.

Surprised, both passed through it. It was a room you had never seen before. It looked like the Slytherin common room, but with a double bed in the middle.

You both heard whispers nearby, so you rushed into the room and closed the door behind you. Osamu began to look around, touching and watching everything. Once he was too bored to continue, he threw himself into the bed and sighed tiredly. Moments later you imitated him, smiling.

After a few comfortable seconds of silence, Osamu took your hands in his own, and timidly began to play with your fingers.

— Samu...- You whispered.

— I really like you.- Your cheeks turned bright red at the sudden confession. Your mind going blank for a few seconds.- I-i don't know why i'm saying you all this, but i just needed to say you that.- Osamus voice was waivering, almost as if he was loosing his strength.- Maybe the potion?

— Its okay, Samu. I, I really like you too.

Osamu looked at you straight in the eyes as he timidly caressed your cheeks.

— Can i?- He asked quietly. You nodded, and moments later, he began to kiss you. His lips were soft and his hands rough, a really nice contrast that went well representing Osamus personality and actions.

Both let yourselves go for what seemed like hours. Without noticing, you ended up sitting on his lap, with Osamu's hands under your skirt squeezing your ass. You were ready to take the next step, but Osamu had other plans.

— We should go back.- He said breaking away from the kiss.

—Don't wanna.- You murmured approaching his lips yet again.

—Do you think I want to do it?- Said the boy frustrated. His dick was hard against his trousers, poking your entrance through the layers of clothing.- We need to go back. We will continue this later.

[...]

Osamu had the last bit of potion left in his hands.

He had save it for the Quidditch match against his brother. So when the day came, while all the houses were eating breakfast and talking, he poured the remains of the potion into his cup of coffee.

—Samu!- Shouted his brother, calling him to come over to his table. Osamu walked to the Gryffindors section and smiled to his brother teammates, wishing them good luck and making a little bit of small talk.

When Osamu returned to his seat, he saw you. He smiled and playfully patted your head as he tooked his place besides you. He threaten to kiss you, but he waited for you to finish your cup of coffee.

Cup of coffee?

Osamu widened his eyes in pure shock.

The coffee you were drinking was his, the one that contained the remains of the potion.

— Shit! No! Did you drank it all?

— Mmm? Yes. What happened? I can serve you another cup if you want it that bad.

— No you don't understand! Do you feel weird? Do you feel different?

— Naw I'm good Samu. We should hurry up, we need to win this game. And I promise you, I'm gonna catch the snitch before your idiot brother!

Osamu wanted to die.

It wasn't your fault that you drank the coffee that contained the last drop of Felix Felicis, it was his.

His bad luck had comeback.

[...]

The match was in a constant draw.

Osamu was doing his best trying to keep you safe of the bludgers and the Gryffindors attackers, but he was still worried of the potion side effects.

Nausea? Headaches? What would happen to you?

In just a second, Osamu lost you out of his sight.

You were now floating higher and higher than everybody else. Atsumu was right below you following the snitch. When suddenly, you jumped in the air, falling onto Atsumus broom and catching the snitch in the process. The crowd gasped in surprise. All the Slytherins shouted from the stands, yelling your name and jersey number.

Atsumu landed both of you safely in the ground, asking you if you were okay, but immediately after your answer he stomped out of the pitch. Murmuring insults to himself.

Everyone was happy, everyone excepted Osamu. What crossed through your mind?! Were you insane?!

As the Slytherins cheered you, Osamu followed the team from behind. Furious.

The tradition dictated that after winning an important quidditch match, all the slytherin team needed to go to the prefects bathroom to celebrate the win. They usually went without clothes, but this time, all the boys were wearing their bathing suits, due to the female presence of this year.

Osamu was in a bad mood. He didn't want to be there. But when he thought about you being in a tub surrounded by half naked men, he decided that he needed to go.

Your teammates jumped into the hot water, celebrating with butter beer and candy, but Osamu waited until you finished changing.

While leaving the cubicle, everyone saw you happily enter the bathtub. You were wearing a little bathing suit that complemented your skin color a little too well. They were all stunned for a few seconds, but upon hearing Osamu scratch his throat, everyone began to ignore you, or at least ignore your boobs.

Osamu approached you from behind silently, holding your waist with his strong hands while whispering in your ear:

— You are going to say that you feel bad, and we will leave this party.

— But Samuuu.- you whined. He looked at you with a serious expression, waiting.

You got out from the tub, excusing yourself with a silly lie with Osamu behind your back.

And there he saw it: a big purple bruise was starting to form in your ass. He blinked a few times, processing it. What's that from falling onto Atsumus broom? Was that from another guy?

As both of you dried yourselves up, and put some clothes on, Osamu grabbed your hand and started dragging you into the same corridors the magic door appeared the last time.

— I'm going to cure your bruise with magic.- Said Osamu in a low voice. He was absolutely fuming, not only did you drink his potion, you also putted yourself in danger.- Go and wait by the bed.- Silence overtook the cozy place, the only thing that could be heard was the soft crackling of the fire place.- Look, I'm pissed about what you did in the pitch. Yes, we won the game, yes, the potion helped you, but you saw what happened at the last minute. The effects runned out and you fell really hard onto Atsumus broom.

— Yeah.

Osamu sighed, trying to relax himself.

— Now, now. Lift your skirt, I'm going to heal you.

— You just want to see me naked.- He blinked a few times. Were you always this irritating? You were testing his patience a lot today.

He crouched down besides your legs. The position was, intimate but it was the only way he could possibly make the spell correctly.

—Now.

—Okay.- you lifted your skirt, instantly smiling when Osamu chocked in his own spit.- I was going to say you that i didn't have any panties on, but i guess that's what you wanted the whole time.- Osamu closed his eyes. The sight was... seductive, but in the end, you were making fun of him. Thats how you wanted things to be? Okay, he would play along, and nicely.

He grabbed your ass with his left hand and smiled as you hissed down his touch. He putted a little bit of pressure to the bruised area and said:

—Pass me my wand, I'm gonna cure this bruise, but I'm gonna leave my hand prints here if you don't behave. M'kay?

—Okay.

— Episkey.- The boy murmured while watching the bruise on your ass disappear.

As you turned around, he saw your juices dripping down your thighs. You laughed, trying to play confident, bringing one of your hands to your entrance, and opening it up to show him your gaping hole. Osamus mind exploded. Were you always this dumb?

He standed up, his dick hardening in his pants. You gulped, suddenly feeling nervous. Closing the distance between both of you, Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you wince in pain. He laughed at you for a brief moment.

— Can I?- He asked. You nodded, agreeing at what you thought was obvious. In contrast with his sweet words, his tongue was practically forcing its way into your mouth. Saliva dripped down your chin and your breath was stuck in your nose. The kiss was too overwhelming.

Was Osamu still mad? You tried to test that, biting his lip with such force that it made him bled. He opened his eyes, astonished.

— You should have listened darling.- The boy threw you onto the bed, cleaning his mouth as you falled comfortably on the white sheets. He was just so hot: his hair was disheveled, his lips swollen, everything about him was amazing.

— How are you going to teach me? Spanking me?

— Yeah, exactly.

You had seen Osamu make many expressions, but none of them were like this. His eyes were clouded with lust, but still piercing enough to make you nervous. The boy approached your figure once more, grabbing you strongly by the jaw and ordering you not to bite. You nodded, feeling small next to him.

Both began to kiss again, continuing with the intensity of the first kiss. Osamu released your jaw and proceeded to lower his hands over your bust, squeezing your breasts roughly. He began to undo the buttons of your shirt one by one, but with how impatient you were for him to fuck you, you taked the shirt off for yourself.

Osamu spent some time playing with your now exposed breasts, biting your nipples and kneading them with his strong hands. Oh how much of a mess had you become. Breathy moans and swollen lips suit you really well. You tried to strip him from his clothes, but Osamu declined.

—Naw, I'm fucking you like this.

—Please Samu. Its not fair that I'm the only one nude here.

— Well its not fair that you drank my potion, so hurry up and get on your knees.- You complained, but still followed his orders. Palming his dick through his trousers you began to tease him a little bit, undoing his black belt and buttons, but taking your sweet, sweet time.

Osamu was growing impatient, so he himself bringed down his underwear, making his dick jump right in front of your face.

You let out a surprised squeal. You doubted that all of that could fit in your mouth, but you were decided to make him curl his toes and moan for you, so you started licking his tip with little kitten licks, savoring the taste of his precum and sucking his balls, but without taking him completely in your mouth. Osamu sighed, pushing his shaft into you.

— Stop that of you want to cum tonight.

You started bobbing your head up and down, trying to take all of his length but it was impossible. Your eyes became teary and you legs a trembling mess, you wanted him to fuck you so, so bad.

— Enough.- said the boy, making you stand up. He manhandled your body so you were lying down over his strong legs. Osamu began stroking your ass, playing with the fat of your thighs and the hem of your skirt. He smiled to himself, would you get mad if he..? Then with a sharp hit, he slapped you. With a loud moan, you squirmed in his lap. Your skin was stinging, but surprisingly, you didn't dislike that. What you did dislike, was the fact that Osamu was laughing at you. He gently caressed the reddened area, asking you if you were okay continuing. You nodded, but the boy wasn't happy about it.

— Use your words. Don't be dumb.

— Yes, I want to continue Samu.

— Perfect.- The boy continued the cycle a few more times: First spanking and then stroking the area.

— See? I told you I was going to teach you a lesson. If I tell you to open your mouth you oblige. If I tell you to scream my name, you do it, it's simple.- You nodded again and again. Blabbering things Osamu didn't understand.- Is it hard for you? Are you too dumb?- He maneuvered your body so your back was against his chest and started touching your pussy with light feathered touches, as if he was getting revenge for your previous teasing. He played with your swollen clit and hardened nipples, licking and saying sweet things in your ears.

— Please Samu. Fuck me please.

— I'm prepping you doll. Let me finger you a little more and you are ready to go. M'kay?

—No Samu, I'm ready please.- You plead with tears in your eyes. You couldn't endure this for too much time. Osamu sighed, slapping your clit with his left hand. The sudden pain made your body jump forward, moaning at the pleasure. He coated his fingers in your juices, thinking what he was going to do.

He made you go on all fours, positioning his dick into your entrance and slowly entering you. He hissed at how good you feel, stroking your now reddened ass and thighs. Meanwhile, you couldn't form a single thought. The only thing in your mind was how full your pussy felt.

Osamu was telling you something, something you couldn't quite catch on, but he began thrusting into you. His thrusts started nice and slow, letting you adjust to his girth, but as the time passed they became fast and strong, making you loose the balance in your hands, and it consequence, making you fall head first into the bed. Your moans became muffled by the soft pillows, but you could still heard Osamus grunts and moans.

— Such a pretty doll, wish you could be always this good. Apologize for taking the potion and I'm gonna let you cum.- Nothing.- Hey? Are you listening?- He grabbed your hair, making you wince in pain.

— M' sorry Osamu, am sorry.- you cried out.

— Yeah that's what I like to hear.

His trusts became irregular, he could feel the knot in his stomach tightened and his abs tingling, so he reached between your bodies and started playing with your swollen clit. Pinching the little bundle of nerves and slapping it a few times. That was the last push you needed to come. Your vision became full of stars and your pussy clenched around Osamus dick.

— Fuck.- He muttered. He wanted to prolong your orgasm as much as possible, but if you continued to spasm around him like that, he would cum deep into your pussy, so he needed to relax himself.

The thought was exciting, he imagined your little hole full of his cum. Would you get mad? Would you cry even more?

But with one final trust, Osamu pulled away, cumming all over the curve of your ass.

As the boy tried to stabilize his rapid breathing, he saw how much of a mess you had become. Your thighs quivering, his cum dripping down your ass and your pretty pussy glistening with your own juices.

— Need to drink that potion again.

[justtwotired]

heyyy, how are you

I was wondering weather you could do a regulus x female reader with prompt 31. so they're both Slytherins and there's a lot of tension between them because they both like each other but are too scared to admit it and then they get into a stupid argument like over hw or a potions assignment and the reader says shut up and when she kisses regulus, he's shocked but pulls her back for another one.

srry that it's long lol

Hi there! I’m great, thanks for the request, it took a while to reply, I’ve been rather busy, but here you are, I hope you’ll like it.

“Reg, can you just focus on the assignment! We have to get it done because McGonagall will murder us if it’s not done today, we already got an extra week!” She says annoyed and he rolls his eyes.

They where in Reg’s dorm, finishing an assignment they chose to do together.

“We’ve been working for hours. I need a break from this stupid assignment, and from you!” He raised his voice slightly as he got up from his seat, Y/n also stood and followed after him.

“What do you mean a break from me? I’ve done nothing but make this assignment, while you just sat around not doing shit!” She says angrily and a bit hurt.

“You are the transfiguration genius, besides, you didn’t even let me touch a bloody quill! Saying you where writing everything!” He turns around and she narrows her eyes.

“Because it looks better if it’s in only one handwriting you blithering idiot! Not to forget I told you to keep reading the book to me, which you did not do!” She started raising her voice aswell.

Regulus grumbled something and then combed his hand trough his black curls for a moment in a rather stressful manner.

Though she was mad, Y/n couldn’t help but blush as she looked away quickly. Though she composed herself and continued.

“What? You have no excuses anymore? Honestly, Black, you should really learn how to finish a fight if you keep starting one.” She points out and he is at a loss for words for a moment.

“Oh I keep starting fights? It’s all my fault now? Obviously I’m going to start fights when you keep ordering me around, and then I want to stop and you still keep going!” He pointed an accusing finger at her as he took a step forward and she one back.

“Merlins balls, I really regret partnering up with you out of all people.” She grumbled, folding her arms over each other. “Should’ve just chosen Evan.” She mumbled, but he heard and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth and silently curse the blonde boy.

“Oh, of course, Evan would be a much better pick then ‘always starting fights Regulus Black’ maybe he would just rip the work in half in a fit of rage, or curse at you for doing something wrong!” He started another kind of fight and her head snapped towards him.

“Hey! Evan wouldn’t do that! What is wrong with you?” She took multiple steps his way and he stayed rooted in his place.

“Oh? What is wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?! You keep accusing me of all sorts of shit and it’s getting annoying, you know.” He yelled and she huffed.

“I’m accusing you because it’s true! There’s no reason to get mad at me for shit you did because I said it out loud!” She poked a finger in his chest and grabbed her wrist and narrowed his eyes.

“Stop.” He said and her angry frown turned into a confused one. “What?” She asked and he sighed. “I said stop, you’re being rather annoying.” He said and her frown became angry once again.

“Oh, I’m the annoying one? If you had listened to a word a I said the past few minutes, maybe you could realise I’m not the problem here!” She hissed angrily.

“Oh right, right, I remember, I was so annoying you would have rather done this project with Evan.” He pointed out and she rolled her eyes at the fact that’s the only thing he could remember.

Why was he even mad about that, was he jealous or something- holy crackers, he was! No, he is! He’s jealous, she couldn’t help but smirk as she thought it.

This smirk didn’t go unnoticed by Regulus and he squeezed her wrist bit. “Maybe I would’ve been better of doing the project with Marcella.” He snarled and her eyes traveled towards his and he saw the storm raging in them.

If there was someone is Slytherin house Y/n hated, it was Marcella, always one upping people, a huge pick me, and she was always over Regulus, talking to him, hugging him almost sitting on his lap.

She knew he was trying to make her jealous, and for Merlin’s sake, it worked.

“Shut up!” She said angrily and he raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” He said mockingly. “I said shut up!” She repeated and he looked a bit surprised.

He was about to open his mouth but she leaned forward and caught him up in a kiss before he could start his sentence.

When she pulled away, he was surprised and most of all, flustered. “Once again, I said shut up.” She said with narrowed eyes. He blinked for a moment, but then he pulled her towards him and kissed her again.

She leaned into his touch and put her hands behind his neck while he put his own on her waist.

They pulled back and she smirked. “I can’t wait to see Marcella’s face when she finds out about this one.”

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 1)

Requested by: /

Warnings: None yet.

Not yandere yet, this is a part one.

parts: Part 2 , Part 3

(3rd person POV)

Potions, always goddamm potions.

Yea, you hated the subject with a burning passion, as did many of your peers. Who could blame you when the teacher was such a greasy haired git.

You've had to suffer professor Snape's tyrany since you were eleven. But this, this is the last straw.

"Hello? Earth to who-ever you are. Atleast move."

Some annoying, grating voice whined in your ear.

Draco Malfoy, your potions partner for this year. He didn't seen happy with you either, as you're not one of his pure-blooded slaves.

"..Sorry." You sigh silently, did you want to punch him? Yes, but his dads Lucius Malfoy, so unless you wanted your parents to go bankrupt, you'd shut up.

Malfoy scoffs and pushes you aside so he can reach some random worm like ingredient.

You retreat back to your spot at the cutting board and cut up the root infront of you like the instructions said. As much as you hate the Slytherin you're working with, he knows what he's doing. Probably the only upside of this arrangement: good grades.

"Not that small. Gods you're useless." Malfoy grits his teeth and takes the knife away from you. He reminds you a bit of your friends' mean mother. So controlling and arrogant.

"They're as big as the instructions say." You almost scoff but you keep in a nasty scowl as to not anger mister blondie.

"The instructions are wrong. I've made this potion before, it's better if the roots are in bigger pieces." Malfoy lectures absentmindly and starts anew. At this point you'd just let him do everything since you do it wrong anyways.

But no, he'd tell you off and call you names. So what does he want you to do? You don't know. He doesn't want you to do anything but you also can't do nothing. At this point you should just drink the unfinished potion and see if thats alright for him.

The potions class ticks by incredibly slow. Due to not wanting to piss Malfoy off, you end up being the one who just has to hand him stuff and wash the used lab materials. Utterly boring, but oh well.

You don't think you're going to last a week more with him before you get mad and let loose all the damm insults you've carefully crafted.

But would it be worth it to endure years of bullying just to smack that smug grin off of his face? Yes. Yes it would.

But no! Don't doom yourself now, potions class is only for... Another hour. Okay yea, you're not making it trough this one.

"L/N, spoon." Malfoy orders and holds his pale hand out for a spoon you're supposed to hand him.

"It's next to you." You answer plainly. Not wanting your irritation to show.

"I didn't ask for words, I asked for the spoon." Malfoy snarls, as a 'last warning'.

"It's next to you."

You repeat calmly. This bossy Slytherin turns his head around in such a quick snap you almost feared he'd broken something.

You facial expression remains neutral, while on the inside, you're screaming at yourself to jump out of the window.

"The. Spoon." Malfoy hisses angrilly.

"It's. Next. To. You." You mimick him, done with this absolute shit.

"My father will-"

"Hear about this. We know Malfoy." The dude in the group next to you speaks. Neat, people who're not against you.

Malfoys eye twitches a bit before he glares at you with cold grey eyes.

He finally grabs the spoon himself and stirs the potion at a pace wich, to your knowladge, is way too fast for this potion.

A minute later, you were proven absolutly correct as the dark blue goo explodes and douses you, Malfoy and some neighbouring students under the hot slushie of grossness.

You hear multiple sounds of distaste around you, tough your vision is mostly obscured by the goo you refuse to let enter you eyes.

"Who did this?!" You hear a loud and angry voice... and theres the worst part of the day, Snape's wrath.

"Malfoy did!" Some brave student pipes up. Poor soul, thats the last you'd ever hear of her this class.

The blonde lets out an audible snarl of rage as he's tattletailed on. Hopefully he also has goo in his eyes, so that he won't be able to see who snitched.

"Malfoy, five points from Slytherin." Snape ends this quickly and sends all the damaged students off to the closest lavatorys to wash up.

You walk half blindly trough the hallways in search of a lavatory. A hand on the top of your back seems to be leading you, you haven't a clue who it is but you mumble a quick 'thank you'.

You reach a lavatory with the help of the mystery person and wash up. Tough when you're done washing the gunk out of your face alone, they're already gone... a shame.

As such, weeks go by of Hogwarts lessons. Malfoy's still a bitch, but that was expected, atleast it's only in potions class...

So it is to your dear surprise when the blonde himself comes up to you in the hall.

"L/N. When do you want to make that potions paper? I don't like making things last minute." Draco scoffs as he stands before you with his arms crossed.

You didn't have a problem with making things last minute. But bratty mac brat face did, ofcourse.

"I'm free now, if thats fine." You sigh and get mentally ready for this study session if he said yes.

"Great. Library." Draco organizes chastely and walks past you towards the library. Unfortunatly, trough a less popular part of the. Now, if he were to stick a wand up your nose you'd have no witnesses...

Tough, all goes well, Draco seems to actually just want to get this done. So you two silently walk to the slightly dark hallway.

You hear him sigh as you two walk, you're a bit on edge, yes. You've heard about Malfoy's urges to hex people.

Nothing happens... he just keeps walking.

That is untill you hear a creak from up above and a nasty metal sound.

You body reacted before you even knew.

You jumped at Draco like some kind of tiger and rolled onto the floor with him as the chandelier you two were under had crashed where he had just stood.

You blink rapidly to get the dust out of your eyes and stare at what could have been both of your dooms.

Draco coughs up some dust and focusses his gaze onto the chandelier just before he was about to insult you for pushing him.

"Did you do that-" You two asked in sinc.

Draco sighs as he realizes you have no clue either.

You get up and pull the blonde up with you. A lame 'thanks' comes out of his mouth as a mumble.

"So... You know, like who did that?" You look on at the chandelier in shock, your life had just flashed before your eyes.

"Maybe it was a coincidence?" Draco suggests. You side glare at him.

"Obviously not. Everyone hates you, someone must have tried killing you." You sneer now, realising you just risked your life to save him.

"Hate me? I'm the most popular boy in this school- outside of Potter- But my word still stands!" Draco protests. Glaring at you with cold grey eyes.

"You're a loud mouthed, insulting git. But sure, if thats how you wanna be know, do continue." You furrow your brows.

"Excuse me?! You could be a bit nicer after saving my life-" Draco stops mid sentance as he realises it himself.

"You... saved my life? Why?" Draco's voice gets quiter.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just did." You shrug, not wanting to make as big of a deal of it as it truly was.

"... Thank you. Y/N." Draco speaks, full on eye contact.

You've never heard him say your name... first name at that, in such a.. non mocking manner.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrasment.

"No problem... Let's go report this to a trusted adult." You brush off and start walking.

"Trusted adult? Really?" Draco snickers in amusement at your words and behavior. It's like your little life saving action opened his eyes.

You weren't incompetent anymore. No longer an annoyance. You were just.. Y/N L/N.

"Well I can't say teacher, theres a lot of teachers I ouldn't even trust to hold my pen." You scoff. Draco perks up in curiosity and walks next to you.

"Spill." He muses simply. Looking at you from the side.

"Obviously Filch. Snape, just because he seems to hate me. Umbridge, it explains itself. Dumbledore, don't ask, its a personal grudge." You roll your eyes and Draco nods, amused.

"Fair enough. So who are we telling?" He asks you as you two walk down the halls. Now on edge as the one trying to murder you both may be around.

"Uh... How about McGonnagall? Or maybe Sprout. I'm sure they'll care." You answer and keep walking. Draco nods along. Wow, this is the first time you two must have agreed on something.

You two end up finding proffesor Sprout's office first. Draco takes the lead in explaining the events and your houses both get five points... for not dying you suppose. Or maybe not being as stupid as Harry Potter and his squad and actually telling a teacher whats going on.

As you'd expected, the woman instructed you two to go to your dorms for the night, dinner would be in seperate houses as the school would be inspecting for the evening.

You and Draco parted ways, tough you could see the reluctance in the blonde's eyes as you were about to walk away.

So with a deep sigh you walked him to the Slytherin dungeons entrance and walked back on your own from there.

This one shot was way too long for me to finish in one writing session, so it's getting split. Woops.

[slu7formen]

heyyyy, you are currently my new cedric obsession. i woshed i found u sooner fr. you wrote him so well ! can i request a cedric x fem slytherin established relationship or maybe pining please! where he’s just down bad with her just existing. maybe like he loves to see her studying very hard bcs he admires the ambition but then she collapses from exhaustion? and he takes care of her! fluff and maybe angst up to you!

@aishaleblanc thank you for supporting my writing, angel, I hope you enjoy this ! 🤍

You frowned your eyebrows deeper as your head sunk forward into the book you were reading, only to straighten up again to write on the piece of parchment the information that you just read. Your head kept moving left and right as you read and wrote, read and wrote, read and wrote.

Cedric grinned to himself as he contemplated you from afar, only a few seats away from you. He was not studying, but actually reading a book that you recommended him a few weeks ago, but as always, whenever you were around, he only focused on you.

He loved being around you, but whenever you studied, he knew he had to be as far away from you as possible, which was just a few meters away. He was not bothered by that, in fact, he agreed on doing so, because he knew that studying was one of the things in which you needed to concentrate the most, and that was understandable. But he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you, just reading a few lines on the book before checking on you again as he smiled softly.

He loved watching you study, it was one of his favorite things to do when you were near. His eyes shined as he memorized everything you did while your hand kept writing almost on its own. He was hypnotized by the way you had to keep fixing your hair behind your ear because sometimes you lowered your head too much, and your hair fell like a curtain over your soft face.

He always found it funny and cute how your eyes were all frowned as you read or wrote, a clear sign that you were way too concentrated on what you were doing, and how they would soften again when you got distracted with something or someone talked to you.

He loved the way you bit your lip when you were trying to finish writing a sentence at a fast pace, and let it go softly after finish another paragraph.

Truth was, Cedric was just obsessed with the simple fact of you existing.

Seeing you study was his favorite thing because of how silent and concentrated you were all of a sudden, how determinate you were to finish it all and all the ambition you put trough. But he went crazy about everything else too; how your lips pout unconsciously when you chew because you put too much food in your mouth, how you always groan when something in potions class doesn’t turn out the way you intended to, how you’re used to play with your fingers when you get nervous, how there’s one piece of your hair that is always curly because when you get bored, you grab it and twirl it around your finger until it hurts…

How you felt goosebumps on your skin whenever he kissed your neck, how your head would fall to his shoulders anytime it could, how you let him lay on your chest and you play with his hair, massaging his scalp as he breathed in deeply the scent of you, how you have to look up at him to kiss him, and how you softly moan when the kiss is too heated. How you hum all of a sudden when you sleep. How you let him explore every part of your body, even the ones you hate. How you let him read you like a book.

Cedric was in love with you.

His deep thinking was interrupted when you suddenly closed the book and groaned audibly, and someone from a table nearby tried to keep you quite by saying ‘shh!’.

“Oh, piss off” you turned your back to the girl, and she quickly erased the annoying look from her face when she saw your robe and realized it was you.

You placed your forearms over the big book, and then let your head fall to them.

Cedric closed his book as he got up from his chair, silently walking towards you, finally stopping behind your back. He placed the object close to your things as he let his big hands lay on your shoulders, massaging softly while he placed his mouth close to your ear.

“You still have time to finish this, why don’t you take a rest, hmm?” he whispered.

You sighed while straightening up as your fingers curled around your boyfriend’s hands, still on your shoulders, but he stopped his comforting movements as he looked down at you.

“I want to finish it” you buffed, stress and annoyance on your voice “But it’s just so difficult. Sometimes I hate Snape”

“See? There’s no way you can finish it today, honey. It’s okay to rest, don’t feel bad about it”

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes roaming around your stained hands as the heavy book in front of you was waiting to be opened and read again by tired eyes. You breathed deeply while letting your head fall back to look at Cedric’s face, slightly groaning at the pulsing pain on your neck.

He softly took the back of your head while slightly pulling it forward again as he sat on a chair next to you, and his hand stayed around the back of your neck. “You need to rest” his voice demanded.

You hated how much control he had over you sometimes. People would assume that because of the house you belonged to, and your well known attitude, you would be the one dominant on the relationship, but the truth was, you were just a baby next to him, or a puppy. He loved taking care of you as if he was the only one who could do it right, and he did.

You knew that he knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist his gaze as he kept looking at your face, demanding you to stay as far away from the library as possible to spend some time with him, after all, it was friday afternoon and you had spent all day studying.

He still noticed your worried face, though.

“Let’s go somewhere else, let me give you some massages, no complaining, and then get a nap. You don’t have any classes with Snape until next week”

You stopped biting the inside of your cheek as you played with your nails. Cedric was already picking up your stuff so you wouldn’t carry anything on your own, and you slowly got up from your chair, absolutely silent. Just as always, you followed him.

“Will you nap with me?” you asked grabbing onto his arm and resting your head on it as you walked out of the library.

He chuckled. “I always do, love” his free arm curled around your shoulders before kissing your cheek softly. His minty smell was quick to make you feel dizzy, in a good way.

You hated how much he made you love him. You hated how you intended to look for him whenever you walked inside a classroom, how his smell was the first thing that you smelled in Amortentia, how good care he took of you, massaging your whole body, brushing your hair, kissing your face and saving the warmest cup of coffee for you every morning, just to mention a few things.

Merlin, you were in love with Cedric Diggory.

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[missmoonfrost]

The bench - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

July 8 - Teenagers

Words: 850

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Sirius woke up feeling like absolute crap. Damn fire whiskey. The others laughter didn’t improve his mood one bit.

“Padfoot, did you buy a bench? An actual sitting bench?”

He rubbed his face and slowly sat up. There was a bench crammed in their dorm. With cast iron frame and wooden seat, the exact same model that stood in each and every corridor of Hogwarts.

“I think I did. Somehow seemed like a good idea at the moment.”

“Do you have the receipt?” Remus asked.

“Yes, but I don’t think I can return –“

“What? No! This is brilliant.” Remus face lit up with a mischievous smile as he examined the receipt and the underside of the bench. “It even has a serial number. Perfect! This is going to be hilarious.”

Despite Remus enthusiasm, Sirius had no plans to partake in any prank before a big cup of coffee and a slow breakfast. Luckily James and Peter agreed with him on that. Remus kept grinning eagerly, though, and when they were about done, he was practically jumping up and down on the seat. Sirius continued his grumpy charade and rolled his eyes; he would never admit how endearing he found it.

They simply took turns levitating the bench trough the corridors. Professor McGonagall was the first to stop them.

“What do you think you’re doing? Put that bench back where you took it.”

Remus stepped forward, handed her the paperwork with an exaggerated bow of his head and then stood rocking back and forth on his feet. “Ah, you see, this is our bench. We bought it. So that we can have somewhere to sit wherever we go. There’s no rule against owning similar benches as Hogwarts, is there?”

Professor McGonagall looked at all four of them with pursed lips, before letting out a big sigh. “Go on then. But stay out of trouble.”

By the time she rounded the corner they were already falling over each other with laughter.

Filch demanded to see the serial number and was furious when it turned out to match perfectly with the one on the receipt.

They had a few days of great fun. Parking their bench outside of each classroom they went to, resting on their bench in the middle off the corridor and so on. But by the fourth day only Filch still cared to stop them and Sirius was beginning to grow bored.

“Can’t we leave the bench now?” he suggested after breakfast when they were heading for their first lesson.

“You don’t see? This is when the real fun begins.” Remus grinned. “By all means, leave it here.”

He stepped past their bench parked outside the great hall and in the middle of the crowded corridor started levitating another bench with him.

“You coming?” he said over his shoulder with a smile that made Sirius’ heart flutter. What a genius. A cute genius.

Sirius, James and Peter run a few steps to catch up. Remus levitated the bench out on the greens and parked it by the greenhouses, right past several professors. No one stopped them. It was amazing.

They started parking benches in all sorts of inconvenient locations. Across the narrow dungeon corridor so that you had to climb over three benches to get to the Potions classroom. Sideways in stairways, held up by heavy sticking-charms to not slide down but impossible to sit on. Just outside the bathroom-door on fifth floor when Snape had just entered, locking him in.

The next morning Sirius followed Remus to stack as many benches as possible in the divination tower. When they reached the top of the stairs Mrs. Norris cold yellow eyes stared at them and the unmistakable grunting of Filch approached from below.

Remus quickly sat down and made a futile try to look casual on the clearly misplaces bench.

“He’s going to ask for the serial number.” Sirius whispered.

“Distract him!” Remus whispered back.

Sirius did not want to get caught, did not want this brilliant prank to end and maybe least of all se Remus get in trouble for it. He acted without thinking.

He pulled Remus close in an exaggerated display of a kiss. The inviting softness of Remus lips took him by surprise. The craving for more that rose trough his chest made him exhale moan involuntarily. What was he doing? He pulled back, searched Remus eyes for signs that he was upset, that he had gone to far and found the opposite. It was Remus hand on his neck that pulled him back for one more round of his sweet warm lips before Filch reached them.

Professor McGonagall could not quite suppress her smile as the stood before her in her office. Both with read cheeks and ruffled hair, stealing shy glances at each other.

“No, Argus, there is no rule against kissing in the divination tower. However, seeing as the usually singular bench outside my office seem to have multiplied over night, I think there is time to ban moving of benches.” She looked pointedly at the two of them, “Even privately owned.”

[humanaaa]

Cellbil kills a man. Bagi finds him in the middle of the forest trying to eliminate the evidences, she just pinches the bridge of her noise, tells him that they won't move out of the town, and helps him to burry the body.

Later, when they are home and washing the blood out of their clothes, she repeats that they won't move out, they can't, this is the tenth town they moved into! They finally found a therapist for him! (a man called Doctor Simi, who, well…). So they can't move!

They both know that the actual reason she doesn't want them to move out is that she finally got the number of the girl from the tea shop, after months of crushing on her. So he says nothing, and goes to take a shower and take away his blood, and that's how the day ends.

But, the next day- while buying stuff in the supermarket, he finds the man he killed.

(The thing is- this man entire bloodline is cursed, the curse dated centuries ago. Their family is fundamentally imortal, until something kills them.

Strings will connect the parts of their body that got damaged, and they will have to have their revenge against what killed them so their damaged body parts will heal. If they don't get revenge, the string will slowly break, and so will their whole body, this is the only way they can actually die.

Maybe they will have to fight who killed them, maybe they will have to get a medicine degree and help to fight against their illness.

It had been a years since the last time someone in his family died. It happened with his grandson: a sharp sword stabbed trough his chest, revenge seemed impossible as his murderer died.

But- the guy who worked as the judge in the betrayal was still pretty alive, and it was easy to make everyone turn against him, and gave a potion to the judge, and he forget his own curse, nobody even suspects the grandson, and the grandson didn't notice the potion was swapped. The judge doesn't even believe he is cursed anymore, but if he did know, he would be surprised to know he has a twin brother, and that this is the most important part of the curse.

After the judge life was ruined, well, the grandson injury healed and his strings went away, weird how these things work, right?)

And that's how Roier meets Cellbit: he searching for his abuelo and finding the old man beating him up in a parking lot.

(And an extra information: the city is cursed, and everyone inside it is cursed too, but only a few of the citizens know about their curse)

[hoosbandewan]

✨ Send your friends a question you've always wanted to ask them. To keep the game going, ask another 5 people a question. ✨

What are the Ewan characters’ drink orders?

Bonus: what are the drinks they deserve?

Abraham - a lovely home-brewed ale / the water from the trough the horses drink out of

Aemond - the finest wine gold dragons can buy / chamomile tea to calm him the hell down

Billy Taylor - a cup of tea with cream and, like, 4 sugars / an elixir that makes him immortal but also the same cup of tea with cream and 4 sugars and maybe a nice pint if he wants one

Billy Washington - Stella Artois / funny answer is his own stinky bath water but Billy deserves nice things so I really think he deserves a warm cup of cocoa made by his girlfriend (aka all the girlies)

Daniel - carrot juice / a good old-fashioned Coca-Cola

Ettore - prison spaceship water? What else is there? The tears of women? / his own blood. Oh wait--

Genyen - literally whatever drink someone else will buy for him / nothing! A knuckle sandwich smoothie!

Michael - Crunchie milkshake or some insanely sugary energy drink / PLAIN TAP WATER. STOP EATING SO MUCH SUGAR

Osferth - whatever ale is being served at the inn the boys are visiting / I think Osferth deserves to try a caramel frappucino or a milkshake. It would blow his mind

Tommy - beer or milk (he's always sitting suspiciously close to a jug of milk) / a love potion brewed by me

Will - that overly milky tea he makes or any bottle of drink he can steal without getting caught / whatever @thought--bubble will lovingly prepare for him but also he kinda deserves pond water

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

Merlin's assistant

Pt 1. The first meeting

Merlin BBC x fem!reader

(platonic, at least for now)

Arthur had been confused all day long. Since the moment he had emerged from the lake and met face to face with a very old Merlin to that certain moment.

Something about having been dead for hundreds of years and then alive once again made him feel lost. But by far the most confusing thing for him had somehow been the girl in the cottage Merlin was keeping him.

He had been sitting in a chair for the last twenty minutes, and yet she had been walking all around the place moving glass bottles, while swaying her body to a rythm he clearly couldn't hear (it probably had something to do with that object that was placed above her ears he suspected). And she had not once turned around to acknowldege his presence!

The door behind him opened and Merlin came trough it, still old, and, if Arthur was honest, still wearing some very ugly clothing.

"You look very confused you clotpole, is alright though, I'll catch you up on everything in just a second" he said while laughing and giving him pats on the shoulder.

"Do we have any age potion left?" Merlin almost screamed to the girl, and finally she turned around.

Arthur had certaninly noticed her semi-long hair from behind, but the bright colours that she had on the front strands took him by surprise. Orange, blue and green staining her locks and big sun-shaped earrings dangling from her ears.

"What? Sorry, can't hear nothing over the music" she apologized as she took of the strange object from earlier away from her head.

"Age potion, I brew some the other day, is there any left?" Merlin repeated himself.

"Sure, let me just..." and once again she was rummaging through the bottles, the sound of glasses tingling against each other the only soundin the room for a few seconds.

Finally she emerged victorious, and smiley, from the shelves with a tiny bottle which had a blue cap.

"There we go, one age potion for dear Emrys, anything else love?"

"Love?" Arthur questioned out loud.

Only then did the girl seem to really notice him, her eyes going from him to Merlin snd back to him.

"Is a friendly term Arthur, don't be jealous" a very familiar voice said.

There, once again in his youthful glory stood Merlin, looking exactly as he did in his memory. Arthur felt his eyes welled up with tears, and what felt like exahustation which had accumulated over thousand of years vanidh away in a blink.

He stood up, and embraced his friend as if he had just came back from the dead and that hug alone could keep him alive forever.

For a few minutes both men stood there, hugging each other, and once they broke away a voice chimed in from behind them.

"So, do I get to know who blondie is or do I have to guess?".

[breannasfluff]

Clipped Wings - P2

Whump Rating: 3.5/5 TW: burns, injury description

Link is huddled in the corner of his cell. The yiga dragged him in and dumped him roughly, promising to come back later. His wings—

Well, better not to think of that right now.

Haltingly, aching, he dragged himself as far away from the cell door as he could get. Now he huddles, trying not to move save for the faint puffs of breathing. His throat hurts where the rope choked him. The skin on his back is blistered and weeping from the burns.

He’s not flying again, but that means little, now. The yiga will be back and this time they’ll cut his wings off. Either he’ll bleed to death, or they’ll kill him to hurry the processes. Mipha can save him once, but not twice in quick succession. Nor can she bring back his feathers. Either way, there’s no escape.

What about Zelda? What about Hyrule? Will they have to wait for another hero to save them? Can Zelda hold back the Calamity for that long? Why are they stuck relying on him; an amnesiac who’s barely made it this far? He should have prepared more. He should have trained and collected more supplies.

Link got cocky on that rafter, didn’t he? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have slipped. He should have taken it slower. Or waited for a time with fewer patrols Or—

There’s a noise outside the cell. He flinches on instinct, which jostles his burnt skin. He can’t hold back the broken call, a mash of help, pain, fear! The noise grows closer. This is it, they’re going to drag him out and kill him, as many times as it takes before Mipha’s power can’t save him.

A shadow across the cell door and Link tucks himself into the wall, like they won’t see him in the small space.

“Oh, Link.” It’s not a yiga’s voice, but a girl’s voice. Younger, high-pitched. Riju. “What did they do to you?”

He stares, unable to process. What is she doing here? Why—how—

���Let’s get you out of there. Buliara took care of some of the guards, but we need to be quick.”

“Barta,” he rasps because the Gerudo shouldn’t be left here.

“Already free, and in better shape than you.” Riju is steadily working through a ring of keys on the lock, giving a little grunt when one works. She pulls the door open. “Once we get free, you can fly back to Gerudo Town and we’ll follow on sand seals.”

Link stares at her and shudders. Slowly, using the wall for support, he pulls himself to his feet. Everything aches and burns. Sharp stabs of pain on his back have him grunting, trying not to move his wing bones.

“Link? What happened to your wings?”

He only closes his eyes and shakes his head. He makes it across the cell and Riju backs up to let him out. Link doesn’t look at her face when he passes, but he hears her gasp at the sight of his back.

“Your wings. What…”

“Let’s go,” he rasps. If he ever comes back, he’s killing everyone in the base.

“Buliara was finding your supplies. Come on, we’ll see what we can do once we are free.”

The journey back is silent. At first, it’s for stealth, and then it’s because no one wants to address the topic of Link’s wings. The Gerudo may be wingless, but they have enough hylian visitors to understand the damage done.

The desert does little favors to his wounds. Sand sticks to the weeping burns, irritating with every brush of air. While they brought a potion, the wing skin needs to be cleaned of sand and dirt before healing will work. It does help his throat, at least, erasing the soreness.

Link follows Riju through a back entrance of the palace and down a series of corridors until they stop at a secluded room. There’s a large shallow pool, steadily fed with water flowing in and out through a trough in the floor. The shape is odd and, at Link’s questioning look, she explains.

“This was made with hylian wings in mind. Easier to bathe wings with room to spread them out. We…” she trails off and looks at Link, who stares back. “We need to clean your skin.”

“I can do it.”

Riju only shakes her head. “It’s okay to need help.”

“I can do it!” He clicks his teeth in an aborted snap. His wings start to rise, defensively before he freezes. Pain rolls across the damaged appendages, sinking burning claws deeper. It takes a long moment of breathing to get through it.

Buliara knocks and pokes her head on. “Does the voe need help?”

Link tenses further because if Riju was bad enough, Buliara isn’t even on the list.

Riju, ever perceptive, notices. “Nope! I’ve got it. Thanks, Buliara. Mind bringing some potions and burn cream?”

Her captain gives them both a hard look and makes a face, but retreats. Riju turns back to Link. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. Now, your back has to hurt something fierce. Let’s get you in the water, okay?”

She keeps up a steady chatter as she walks around him, nudging closer and gesturing as he automatically moves away. He’s herded to the pool where he finally pulls the remains of his pants off. Dressed in only his shorts—his shirt long gone—Link slips his feet into the water.

He can’t hold back the sigh of appreciation at the cool water; his legs may not be damaged, but it still feels nice. Then he slowly moves deeper, sitting in the water. Link’s feathers would normally be wet already, but now there’s only a strange lightness.

“In the water, Link. You need to clean the sand out and it will help the burning.”

Taking a deep breath, he makes up his mind and dunks himself backward, bringing his wings into the water. The water smacks his burns and he thrashes at the sensation, sending his head under the water. The tip of his wing bone smacks into the tile and he whines at the sensation.

Then Riju grabs his arms and yanks above the water, complete with a string of curses he’d bet good rupees Buliara isn’t aware her charge knows. “Link! Are you insane?”

He coughs to clear the last of the water. “Worked,” he grumbles. The burns on his back are positively snarling, but the parts that are under the water are slowly dulling the burning.

Riju sighs, small shoulder slumping. For all her maturity, she’s still young. She shouldn’t have to deal with this—with him. Link ducks his head. “Come on, turn around and let me see.”

Can he trust her? Does he have a choice? Finally, Link turns and presents his back for her inspection. She hums and he tenses, unable to help from glancing back to keep an eye on her.

“Some of these burns are going to scar, even with potion, but a lot of them will be hidden under feathers. Um. I need to wash some of this sand off before we use the potion. This will probably hurt, but I’ll be as gentle as I can, okay?”

He doesn’t want her anywhere near his back, but he doesn’t really have a choice. Link nods, although the chattering call of wary, danger, hurt repeats in a steady pattern. Gently, Riju wets a soft cloth and pats at the burns, trying to remove as much sand as possible. Despite the differences in situation, he flinches every time.

By the time Buliara comes back in, loaded down with bottles and creams, Link’s wounds are pronounced clean. He sits in the water, letting the coolness ease the burning. This time, Buliara and Riju work together to pour potions across his burns and dab them across his skin.

Only once does he ask, “My feathers?”

Buliara pauses, then continues her ministrations. “Give it time.”

Link nods and curls over his knees. Bare bone catches at the edge of his eyes where normally there’d be blue-gray feathers. Sickened at the sight, he closes his eyes. He’s alive and, for now, that has to be enough.

[nahualnextdoor]

Character Analysis for Shitpost's Sake (long post; tw suicide discussion):

A funny haha, a whimsy silly image. Something I did in like 10 minutes...

Well behind the scenes I spent an entire night dissecting every episode and book paragraph in my head just to see what box fits what character (I take my silly guys very seriously and my shitposts should represent their characterizations accurately otherwise I'll kill myself).

So, here we go.

Active suicide risk: (literally anyone except Cleo and Six)

-Resus: Pretty obvious and intuitive in my opinion. Our favorite trans allegory emo boy that literally sleeps in a coffin. Hates pretty much every aspect of his life, thinks he's a disappointment to his family simply for existing (and sadly kinda is), and is pretty much fine with death as a whole (most of his friends already went trough it, after all).

-Luke: This one was also pretty obvious in my opinion. While not as clear cut or active as Resus, there was this one time where he decided to banish himself to the Underlands, no hesitation, as soon as he found out (or rather was made to believe) he attacked his parent. He's very often ostracizing himself over his lycanthropy hurting those around him, and for the major part of the book series he believed himself to be a burden for his parents. (Also he has like. Zero sense of self-preservation, at least in the tv show).

-Luella: Oh boy. Where do I begin with you girl. Just her living situation alone is sad enough, add in her attachment issues, her lack of control over her emotions, her crush on a guy that treats her... horribly, and her lack of any meaningful friendship in her life up until she became bffs with Cleo in s2. Honestly I'm just glad that by the end of s2 she's mostly content with her life the way it is, but still... at least on the episodes before she got her shit together, I'd say she's kinda worrying.

-Dixon: Yeah this guy's life is just hell lol. I'm not really getting any suicidal vibes out of him, but it is more than plausible.

10/10:

-Cleo: She's just... I love her 🙏🙏 Badass, one of the most interesting characters of the tv show in my opinion, autistic as fuck (they all are, but she's the one I relate to the most), curses the entire town in order to fix her problems and is pretty much happy despite being in an eternal sisyphean cycle.

Needs to retake the am I gay quiz:

-Resus: self explanatory I think. He really needs to get his shit together because I just cannot tolerate when he's all over Luella "oh luella I need your help with this spell and also brain drain dumped me in a wet cardboard box and killed my grandma 🥺🥺" and then going "well thanks for nothing, fuck u and ur stupid useless magic, also even tho we're nothing I will get all possessive over u at the slightest possibility of u liking Luke hey can we kiss to save the world btw" She deserves so much better than him omg. Boy you're queer!!! Leave her alone and just stay with the werewolf!!!

Cannibalised first in plane crash scenario:

-Resus: I just thought this was funny lol

Adderal prescription ASAP:

-Luke: Also pretty self explanatory. Lycantrophy is the magical equivalent of autism and adhd in this universe, I don't make the rules. Both in the books and in the show he's shown having a hard time focusing on class, finding it easier to just focus on his videogames. He spends hours playing on his console, to the point of ignoring his baisc needs, and is pretty hyperactive in my opinion, at least in the show. Really I wish they'd bring back the idea of Eeafa (or maybe even Luella) figuring out a potion or spell to help him manage his wild side, wich, to me at least, is not only his wolf self, but all of his neurodivergent tendencies in general (basically it would be magical meds that makes you have more control over the wolf form on top helping you study).

Missing person:

-Pretty much all the other kids from the books but I choose Kian because he's kinda the one that has the most relevance and the only one with an available image on the internet that is not a 3 pixels wide scan on the Internet Archive (still love them tho). He could potentially be on active suicide risk once he gets old enough to understand what happened to his parents tho, but thinking about that for more than 5 seconds makes me cry so I prefer not to.

And that is basically it! Thank you for listening to my ramblings and analysis of these silly little guys that keep rotating on my head like rotisserie chicken ballerinas. Next will probably be my still pending character analysis for why I assigned the slimes I did on my slime rancher post.