#unconventional use of potions

[littlefireball]

ʜᴊ|ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴍ)

ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ! ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ)|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ|ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴ|ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴇxᴀᴍ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ "ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ"-ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀʟ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ…

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.3ᴋ

"Oh, finally, you're here! I feel like I'm going to die," Hongjoong exclaimed, looking at your cluttered desk with a mixture of herbs and an unknown potion bubbling on the stove. He could tell you were struggling again.

"Why do you always end up like this?" he asked, shaking his head in disappointment. "I don't know. I followed the instructions for the potion, but it still failed," you sighed. "Clean up the desk first, then try making it again so I can see where the problem lies," he instructed.

As you quickly tidied up the desk and start following the potion-making instructions from the book, Hongjoong warned, "Don't turn up the heat."

"You added the wrong ingredient first, and don't turn up the heat."

"Wait, you missed a step. Don't turn up the heat!"

"Y/N, I specifically told you not to turn up the heat!"

With a loud 'bang,' the potion exploded once more, filling the room with thick smoke. Hongjoong swiftly waved his hand, dispelling the smoke with a few incantations. Coughing and tears streaming down your face, you assured him, "I'm fine." "I did warn you about turning up the heat," "I'm sorry," you mumbled, the desk now in disarray once again.

"Now I understand why you're struggling with this subject."

"Let's try again, and this time I'll demonstrate first," Lost in his gaze, you didn't hear his words.

While grumbling, Hongjoong helped you clean up the mess. You remained silent.

"I… well…" you hesitanted, at a loss for words, and continue cleaning quietly. You glanced at his handsome face, captivated by his sparkling eyes and fluttering eyelashes that made it hard to look away.

"Y/N? It's your turn to start," he reminded you.

"Oops, sorry," you blushed, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled and shaked his head, a gentle smile on his face.

"You need to put in more effort, or you won't pass this exam."

"Hmm…" you murmured, avoiding his gaze out of fear.

"Is there really such a medicine?"

"Hongjoong, do you think there's a medicine that can improve my memory?"

"What? Are you thinking of using some unconventional methods?"

"No! I really can't remember the recipe."

"No, don't think too much about it."

He has always been your mentor. Whenever you don't understand something, he is always there to help you. Even if its not related to academics, he will be by your side whenever you need him. In this long companionship, you have developed unique feelings for him, more than just friendship.

"I'll teach you step by step. Don't worry, with me here, your exam will be fine." You nodded, feeling warm from his words.

However, it seems that he doesn't have the same feelings towards you. He considers all the help he provides as something friends should do. Whenever there are ambiguous moments between you, he immediately changes the topic or avoids you. But this doesn't stop you from liking him. Yet, this love must remain hidden, or it will ruin your friendship.

"It seems like all the ingredients have been used up," he said.

"I can go fetch them from my storage room,"

"I'll go back to my dorm and get them myself. Who knows when you'll find them,"

"Okay, fine,"

He left your room and returned to his own dormitory, while you continued to tidy up the desk. After cleaning up, Hongjoong still hasn't returned. Looking at one failed potion after another, a sense of helplessness washes over you. The mischievous thought from earlier resurfaces in your mind — the memory potion.

You opened your computer and searched for "memory potion," but the results were all strange. But one particular title suddenly catched your attention.

The potion turned out to be even simpler than you imagined, at least easier than the exam content. In no time, you have successfully prepared the "memory potion."

"Make your memory forever." You curiously clicked on the link. This webpage introduces the exact potion you desire.

"I can't believe it actually exists!" You carefully read the introduction on the web page and followed the instructions to prepare the potion, eagerly anticipating the moment of success.

"Hmph, I thought it didn't exist! But now I have prepared it. Let me show you my improvement!" You swallowed the purple-pink potion in one gulp, feeling a cold shiver as it goes down. For some reason, you had a bad premonition.

"Alright, let's start revising!" You opened the recipe and prepared your notes. But suddenly, you felt dizzy and the surroundings seem to float in mid-air.

"Hmm…? Could it be the potion…?" You had a bad feeling and want to immediately drink the antidote to relieve the discomfort. But wait, the antidote? You didn't prepare an antidote for this potion!

"Y/N! I'm back! How is your progress?" Hongjoong rushed into the room, his hands full of bags of herbs and snacks, only to find you in distress. Your body was burning up, limbs weak, and a sense of discomfort filling you. He quickly knelt by your side, concern evident in his eyes.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, worry lacing his voice as he checked on you. His gaze fell on the web page displayed on your computer, and his expression turned to one of realization.

"These ingredients… when used together… shit!! That's a sex potion! Who the fuck writes this fucking title to distract others?!"

"You are so hot!? What happened… you…Make your memory forever? Did you mix up some unknown potion again?" Sharp-witted as he was, realising you drank some unknown potion. He quickly scanned the potion's composition and identified it as a sex potion, cursing under his breath at the misleading title.

"Joong…?" You heard his voice through your blurred consciousness and tried to call out his name.

"Y/N…" Before he could react, you grabbed his shoulders and leaned towards him, wanting to kiss him. Startled, he backed away, causing you to lose your balance and fell onto him.

His avoidance made you retreat. Great, you've ruined your friendship. He didn't like you at all, you were just a friend to him, nothing more. "I…" He hesitated unsure of what to say.

"No… I am wrong… You hate me, right?" In your dazed state, you said something nonsensical, tears filling your eyes. You struggled to get up, but your weak arms couldn't support your body, causing you to stumble and fell onto Hongjoong again.

"What are you talking about? Why would I hate you? You know, you're my… best friend…" His voice weakened as he mentioned the term "best friend," as if unsure if the words were correct. Is that all you are, just best friends? Is it really like that?

In reality, Hongjoong had already fallen for you, caring deeply for you in ways he couldn't fully express. He was afraid of crossing the line and jeopardizing your friendship, not realizing that his actions were unintentionally hurting you.

But sometimes, he's afraid to cross the line and ruin your friendship, so he avoids you. Little did he know that this action has unintentionally hurt you many times.

Both of you were fools.

"Ummm… I am so hot… Why…"

"That's a sex potion, Y/N. Why did you drink it?"

"Hmm… the antidote…"

"There's no antidote…" You wrapped your legs around Hongjoong's thighs, and the slight friction excited you even more. The heat intensified, urging you to continue to enjoy and pursue this sensation.

"Y/N…" But underneath you, Hongjoong also started to feel a reaction. He could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against your lower core.

"I've been struggling… Hongjoong… please… I want… help." You embraced his neck with both hands and leaned closer, the friction between your lower bodies making you both even hotter.

"Y/N… I…" Hongjoong, unable to resist any longer, cupped your face gently, his touch tender and affectionate. "Let me help you." As he leaned in to kiss you, a flood of emotions washed over both of you, blurring the lines between friendship and something more.

You let out a muffled sound, sliding your hands under his clothes and stroking his chest. You felt his right hand tracing its way over every part of your body, sending shivers down your spine.

He placed his hand on the back of your head and pushes you onto the ground, straddling you and pressing his lips against yours again. This kiss was gentle, careful not to hurt you. He paused and looked deeply into your eyes, having butterflies in his stomach but also the guilty─unsure if his actions are right and if you truly want this. He was afraid that once you wake up, this friendship would be destroyed, so he decided to speak the words that had been on his mind all this time.

"Y/N, I think I like you… I've been suppressing these feelings all along, afraid that you'd leave me…" Whether it was the effect of the potion or simply psychological, your heart raced, tears unknowingly streaming down your face as the pent-up emotions finally received a response.

"I…like you, joong."

He kissed you once more, igniting a fire within you that was hard to extinguish. Your lips meld together, a passionate dance that left you breathless. As his hand trailed down to your waist, he slowly undid your pants, slipping his fingers beneath your underwear and teasing you with delicate caresses.

The sensation was both ticklish and electrifying, causing you to moan softly and arch your hips in search of more. He pressed his knee between your legs, urging them apart to draw himself closer to you. The gentle friction of his body against yours sent shivers down your spine, building an exquisite tension between you.

"Hmmm… Please…"

"Patient, girl."

Aware of your growing need and desire, he quickened his movements. With practiced skill, he slides two fingers inside your cunt, expertly exploring your most sensitive areas. Your back arched in pleasure, a sultry moan escaping your lips.

"So wet for me. I wanna taste you. It must be delicious."

Leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, collarbone, and stomach, he eventually reached your core. His tongue danced over your skin, tracing patterns of pleasure as he lavished attention on your clit. The sensation of his tongue and fingers working in tandem drove you to the edge, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

He licked over every part he can find, kissing it from the bottom to the top. You cry with joy and excitement as the heat rushes over you body. His fingers are so deep inside of you, even hitting your spot with different gestures and angles. You can feel your cunt become wetter and desire for more.

"Joong…joong…"

"Don't hold it, just come and you will feel better." Without warning, you reach your peak and all of your juices wet his mouth and nose.

"Are you better now?" You shake your head with discomfort. No, its not enough! Far from enough! Even if you climax, but the heat in your body keeping rising up and shows no sign of cooling down.

"No…no…please more, joong."

"Thats fucking potion…"

"Hmm…" You can't help but reach your cunt as the emptiness is hard to bear.

"Hey, just let me help you. Don't touch yourself." He kisses your clit again and repeats what he did. But you are never satisfied. You had already climax three times but the potion keep pushing you to the edge over and over again. You start to cry, tears flow down to the ground.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry, I'm here."

"Please, it is not enough."

"But I…"

"Please help me, joong…I need you."

He originally wanted to make you climax a few times so that the effects of the potion would wear off, but it seems to be in vain. If he doesn't have sex with you, the effects of the drug will last.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Let me fuck you hard."

He wipes the juices from his face and pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to free his cock. He presses his lower body against your entrance, slowly entering. The sudden satisfaction makes you sit up, holding Hongjoong tightly and laying back on the ground.

"Oh shit, I think I can't last long."

Hongjoong's thrusts are expertly aimed, hitting your G-spot with precision and sending waves of pleasure through your body. His intense gaze never wavers as he watches your every reaction, his movements synchronize with your own. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back in response to his skillful touch.

"You feel so good, babe… so tight around me," he whispers, his pace increasing with each thrust. The sound of your combined moans filled the room, drowning out any concerns about being overheard. Your nails dug into his skin as you hold onto him, lost in the moment of passionate connection.

As the effects of the potion begin to fade, your senses sharpens, and you find yourself fully present in the intimate moment. "Hongjoong…" you gasp, your voice fills with desire. He pauses, concern flickering in his eyes before he kisses you deeply, reigniting the fire between you. Without hesitation, he resumes his movements, and you clung to him, lost in the sensation of his wet kisses and the rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

On this night, you finally confirmed each other's feelings.

At the end of the web page, there is one sentence:

"Let these 7 minutes in heaven be the best moment in your life. MAKE THIS MEMORY FOREVER."

[xerith-42]

MCD Fighting Style breakdown

for @gonedreaminggg as a treat. I took your initial list, added a few ideas I came up with, had a breakdown, Bone apple teeth!

- Laurance: As seen in canon Laurance mainly uses a single large sword, though in his early appearances he uses a sword and a shield. I feel like Laurance has trained in multiple styles of combat to varying degrees. He's really good with a single sword of any size, and he can fight sword and shield. His dual wielding is lacking and he can tell every time he watches Dante fight. A lot of Laurance's movements are very basic forms of sword combat with slight variations and flare. Laurance is really light on his feet, so much so that when he really gets into a fight, it almost looks like he's gliding sometimes.

- Garroth: An absolute tank. Fuck what canon says here, Garroth has trained exclusively in fighting with a sword and shield. It is his bread and butter. His ass would not know what to do with a second sword, and nobody really tried to train him in anything else because he's so good at what he does. Garroth can and will always take the hits, he's a barbarian who manages to suppress the rage until he's forced to multiclass into paladin thanks to the relic. Always on the front lines, so good at throwing himself into danger, he wants to die a warriors death and go to Valhalla and both Aph and Laurance are like "Garroth please stop."

- Dante: Dual Wielding jack ass my beloved. Dual wielding isn't a super common style of combat just because it requires so much coordination and there's definitely a quantity over quality problem with guards in Ru'aun. Dante studies an unconventional style of fighting to stand out, and it works. He's super limber and flexible, at least when he's a teenager, and he's fast as fuck. Dante will absolutely be the one getting insane hit combos and doing like 8 attacks per round. He loves bragging about this so much, even though he has to slow down a little as he gets older and his body can't quite move the way it used to.

- Aphmau: Oh Aphmau... Can I call you Aph? You poor thing. In my brain Aph is partially trained by Garroth and Zenix in her early days, but she also just has some really good instincts from being Irene's reincarnation. She learns basic archery from Zenix, and a lot of basics in sword fighting from Garroth. She tends to prefer one lightweight weapon, though she does learn to get comfortable with larger weapons. She's shorter than a lot of her opponents so she likes having a lighter weapon that let's her move fast and go for the fucking knees. She does not fuck around in a fight, she will go straight for the kill. All the guards have some sort of honor/respect for their opponents. She doesn't. She will fucking kill you.

- Travis: Travis is the jack of all trades. You put a weapon in his hand and he knows how to use it. He's not particularly great with any one weapon, and he never has a preference. He was taught to always have his guard up and always be able to defend himself, so Travis is much more comfortable with being given a weapon and using it instead of having a preference. He carries a long sword with him everywhere he goes, but that's just in case he can't get his grubby little paws on something else. He also uses potions a lot more in battle than anyone else thinks to, so he's able to make up for any shortcomings in his fighting.

- Katelyn: Punch people at the perfect weak points of their body. Katelyn has done a lot of study into human anatomy and medicine, and she knows all the weak points of the body for taking someone out in a certain way. Want a quick knockout? There's a pressure point on the back of the neck she can hit while blindfolded. Want to make someone winded? Hit them in the solar plexus. Katelyn has honed her body for this style of fighting, she is ripped as fuck, and while she isn't the fastest fighter, mostly due to her still wearing armor, her strikes are powerful enough to make up for it.

- Lucinda: Evil!! She uses her witchcraft obviously, which I have a lot of thoughts about. I think it's basically being a prepared/component caster, so how well she does in a fight depends on what components she brings into it. But Lucinda literally has like three bags of holdings, she can always whip up something to kick your ass. And if she can't, her staff is definitely made out of some ancient tree and she'll just sweep people off their feet with it and then concuss them with the giant curved end of it. She prefers to take people down non-lethally if possible, especially because witchcraft is very susceptible to accidentally killing people, but if you hurt her friends, it's on sight,

- Zane: Despite his high position, Zane isn't particularly good with any large weapons. I always envision Zane to be somewhat lanky in his stature, and definitely the weakest out of his brothers. He doesn't want to be seen as a threat initially, and as shown in the series, he'd much prefer to find a non physically violent way to kill you. If he has to, he's always got knives hiding on his person, in his robe, in his belt, in his boots, man's always has a way to kill just in case.

- Nana: Magic in this universe is spontaneous casting, where most spells don't need active prep work, and fewer components. Like she needs her dolls as vessels and some magical energy that's naturally present in her body and she's good. I don't think Tu'la was always a safe place, and she likely learned to defend herself from a young age. But Nana isn't really good with conventional weapons like swords or bows, no, she knows how to dent your brain with a frying pan. She doesn't like being violent, but if you threaten her friends or family, she will absolutely demolish you with a cutting board.

- Vylad: The archer!! I like to think Vylad tried to spar with Garroth like once and hated it so much. He hates eye contact and getting close to people, so instead they learn how to be an absolute master of ranged combat. Vylad knows how to stab someone with a short sword in a desperate situation, but he'd much rather be perched on a tree above the battlefield and rain arrows from above. Vylad is also incredibly stealthy and faster than anyone else. So people see his perch and try to get there to take him down or have their own archers fire back, but he's already gone.

- Sasha: Sasha moves so gracefully, so fluidly, and almost enchantingly. For her fighting is a performance, she's gonna kill several people and she's gonna look good while doing it. Even when she was a trained guard she made herself stand out with an affinity for smaller curved blades that naturally assisted her fluid movements. She makes fights into an endurance test, cutting people up and whittling them down. But if she needs to kill, she knows how to do it in a single swipe and knows the weak points that guards are taught to protect, and the ones they aren't. She's such a menace :)

[silverzoomies]

Great Pumpkin

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: shameless smut, smut, kissing, porn with plot, halloween, drunk sex, halloween party, porn with feelings, use of the speech quirk "yer"

word count: 7,878

a/n: meant to finish this one before halloween. whoops !! at least november is the spook before christmas !! or halloween 2, electric boogaloo !!

some notes about this one: i wanna apologize for the needless plot. i know it's unnecessary, but i got a little carried away. if anything feels awkward, out of place, or weird? that's my bad. sorry. i was havin' too much fun writing the less smutty stuff. some other notes - think of this as an au, i guess. where erik is hiding out at xavier's for...reasons? idfk. sitcom logic. everyone's living together !! but there's tension !!

tag list: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz @scene-and-dandylover @quickandsilvers @luttic @billielourdslays

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All Hallows Eve.

Prior to the X-Family’s spooktacular bash, Hank whipped up a little something special. Using his Einstein brain - or wizard sorcery. Peter couldn’t be too sure - the beastly scientist conjured a powerful inebriant. He heard Peter joke one too many times about his inability to get drunk. Since the speedster’s body filtered through substances at break-neck speed. Leaving not a second’s worth of intoxication time.

No exaggeration there. Peter once tried chugging his mom’s entire stash of liquor, along with a bottle of Purple Toad wine. Some really fruity stuff. Such a mass of booze only left a burn in his throat, along with an onslaught of nausea. All of which lasted 0.2 seconds.

Hank wanted to do Peter a favor for all his hard work lately. And now, he could finally participate in what he missed out on. After all these years. As long as he didn’t use the substance for any nefarious purposes. Per Hank’s request. Whatever that meant. Not like Peter planned on playing pranks at this year’s party. C’mon…really? He’s a teacher, for Geddy’s sake! He's gotta set a good example.

Spoiler alert: he had planned on it. Keyword being had.

Until the inebriation actually kicked in. For the first time in his unconventional life, a warm buzz pooled through Peter’s bloodstream. One of the major side effects? Debuffs to superspeed. Which proved an otherworldly experience. If not a little uncomfortable. Still worth it, for a one-night-only lesson in drunkenness.

Peering lazily into his red solo cup, Peter blinked. His eyes followed swirls of neon cyan. Luminous in its irradiated glow. He couldn’t comprehend the science behind Hank’s glowstick booze. But he knew it filtered through his body at a much slower rate than other substances. The drink felt syrupy on his tongue, and tasted like - coincidentally enough - candy corn. Its effects proved weaker than Peter expected. 

Given his cells operated so incomprehensibly fast, Peter didn’t find this too surprising. So, what? He’d never get frat party wasted. Oh well. Peter came to accept that fact about himself forever ago. Still, fluorescent booze made him mellow enough to slow down a lot. Peter could totally vibe with mellow. No complaints there. Mellow’s copacetic. He definitely owed Beastie for his magic potion of slow-mo. Peter oscillated between a nice, tipsy balance. Muddled enough to let loose and enjoy himself. But conscious enough to avoid making any ultra stupid decisions.

Or, he thought so, anyway.

Hobbling around the mansion, Peter pushed through crowds of partygoers. All dressed in their spookiest, sexiest, or most low-effort costumes. Twinkles of orange and violet lights kept the mansion somewhat lit. With spoOoOoOoOoky decorations scattered amongst the school. A perfectly campy atmosphere for Halloween. Oh. And those decorations? All Peter’s doing. Of course, it’s no surprise the professor deemed him prime event decorator. He took mere microseconds to spice up an entire plot of land. Throwing forth all his effort, Peter dressed the building in balls-to-the-walls, haunting decor. 

Fake spiders with prickly fur lay strewn about in random places. Ghosts made of old, torn sheets swayed in the breeze. Skeletons hanged by the dozens. Streamers of orange and faded black dangled from the ceilings and doorways. String lights lined the mansion’s trim. Outside on the grounds, Peter even garnished the grass with inflatable Snoopys.

During his decorative escapades, he cracked jokes to the kids. Peter asked, “You guys think the Great Pumpkin’ll show up?”

They squealed with laughter, stomping their little feet. Candy buckets in hand, the kids yelled, “Mr. Maximoff, the Great Pumpkin’s not real!!”

In the midst of rearranging another Snoopy, he gasped, “WHAT?! He is too real!! Better not let him hear you say that!” 

A haunted trail veered off into the woods surrounding the mansion. It led to an old barn, stocked full of hay and populated with jack-o-lanterns. All carved by the mutant kiddos themselves. Another set of glittering lights decorated the barn, creating an autumn glow. A pair of giant speakers - Peter paid for them, mind you - roared Halloween tunes over the entire property.

Cool stuff. Talk about a hell of a set-up. Peter couldn’t help but be proud of himself. Such a slew of decorations might put even Scrooge Mcduck himself in holiday spirits.

Wait. No. What? Scrooge Mcduck? Wasn’t he more of a Christmas thing? Fuck. Peter might be more mixed up than he thought. He gazed absentmindedly into his red solo cup again. Blinking slowly, he wondered…what the hell did Hank put in this disco concoction anyway?

Whatever. By the end of the night, Peter hoped the kids got a kick out of his hard work. Not that he broke a sweat putting it all together or anything. But he wanted to live up to his awesome teacher reputation. The highest of honors, really. No way he’d let anyone else trump him on that front.

Then again… Peter nibbled his lip, grinning to himself like a huge doofus. He took another long swig of his drink. Candy corn sweetness tickled his taste buds.

Okay. So, he might’ve had someone else in mind while he decorated. Somebody he desperately wanted to impress. A lot. Or, just a little bit, actually. Like, on a microscopic level. Maybe.

That somebody? You. Except, not really. No way.

Pffffttt…he definitely didn’t do it for you. C’mon! Why would he? Think of the kids! Those precious, lil demon spawn! They practically worshiped him. They’re what it’s all about, right? Riiiight.

Peter’s holiday decorations tempted any passing trick-or-treaters to drop by. And the professor prepared quite the spectacle of treats for them too. King sized, candy bars and all. Hank and Raven - showing off their mutant glory without an ounce of shame - passed the candy out to children. 

Human children.

Magneto - still unaware he had a son sprinting around the mansion on any given day - dubbed the gesture hopeless naivety. Or something along those lines. Inviting humans to join in on a night of mutant fun? Totally bogus. Which…yeah. From Erik’s perspective? Fair enough.

“You think they’ll learn to accept you through meaningless, holiday gestures?” Erik griped, arms crossed, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Raven merely rolled her eyes. She made a comment about the inherent innocence of children. Erik didn’t appear to care. He groused some more after that. But Peter didn’t hear much of it. Nor did he imagine he even wanted to. At least, not tonight. Maybe once Peter sobered up a bit, he wouldn’t mind lending an ear. If his father ever felt the need to open up about his woeful turmoil.

But Erik disappeared upstairs. Out of sight. Still in hiding, all alone. Poor dude.

Unlike his misguided papa, Peter didn’t mind human inclusion so much. One: because he considered himself a pretty open minded guy. Easy to say, since he didn’t harbor anything remotely comparable to his father’s trauma. 

And two, on a less serious note: Human girls. They gravitated towards Peter like moths to a flame.

Throughout the mansion, the theme to Killer Klowns from Outer Space rang. Conversations buzzed around Peter like radio static. Candy corn booze made it impossible for him to comprehend them. Some partygoers played wallflower. Idling by snack tables, feasting on as much junk food as their stomachs could handle. It took every ounce of restraint Peter had, not to raid those tables himself.

Peter’s Terminator costume wasn’t much of a costume at all, really. It left most of the ladies confused. He didn’t recognize half the costumed cuties who pulled him in for dances. But they sure as hell recognized him. When another pretty girl pressed herself against him - tits bouncing, and bare thighs rubbing his pants - she’d ask the dreaded words, “What’re youuuu supposed to be?” Twirling her hair and giving Peter fluttery bedroom eyes.

Peter gave the same responses every time. Covered head to toe in black clothing, wearing a pair of sunglasses; he raised a prop shotgun from his back, responding with his best Arnold impression.

“I’ll be back.” Right on the money, Peter thought in his buzzed haze. Totally accurate. One to one.

If the girlies didn’t get the reference? So be it. Peter ultimately felt like a massive dork. But he got some sexually charged groovin’ out of it. A bit of groping here or there. He didn’t mind taking the L, if it meant grabbing some ass in the process.

But as the party clamored on, Peter knew he wanted only one thing.

To find you. Just to hang out, catch up, and have an innocent time. No other reason. Seriously. Honest. Why else would he wanna find you? To mess around a little bit? Nahhh. Why would he wanna fool around with you? And risk a long term friendship? He couldn't have that.

Not when you carried enough patience to put up with his day-to-day bullshit. Always listening to his senseless ramblings. Even if he spoke too fast for you to keep up.

During his lunch breaks on school days, Peter usually spent time with you. The two of you talked in the kitchen, or chillaxed in the lounge. Those chats? The highlight of his day. As corny as it seemed. He just couldn’t resist you and your kindly wiles. The wiles of his colleague. His…very pretty colleague. His…very pretty… platonic colleague.

Someone please end his misery now.

Peter wandered aimlessly. He danced his heart out and chatted up some more cute gals. Soon enough, he found you. Leaned over a set of snack tables, you picked through sugary sweet treats. Peter noticed the way you swayed in place. A little heavy footed like him, eh? He snickered to himself, sneaking up behind you. 

Lacking any filter or restraint, Peter blatantly gawked at your ass. A fitted, white gown draped your body. Flowing in an angelic fashion, it harmonized with your every curve. Even tipsy, Peter recognized your costume the microsecond he saw it. Princess Leia. Star Wars. Episode IV. Very sexy. Beyond sexy, even.

A flirtatious whistle caught you by surprise. You whirled around with a doe eyed look on your face. A kind of gaze that made his brain turn to mush. As if the alcohol hadn’t already. You licked the frosting off a funky colored cupcake, as Peter’s gaze flitted down your body. His eyes followed the smooth creases of your gown. A tasteful peek of your thigh kept his attention locked. Until the perky tease of your nipples captivated him instead.

Awesome. Amazing. 11/10. Best night ever.

“Ohmygosh!” You laughed, reaching out to touch Peter’s chest for whatever reason. Not that he minded one bit, “Peeeter, I’m sooooo sorry! I’m a little tipsy right now! It’s really unprofessional!”

Scarlet bloomed in his cheeks, burning hot enough to make him dizzier. Peter ogled you like the last Twinkie on the planet. A dollop of frosting caught the plush of your lip. You swirled it away with your tongue. Drawing in a hitched breath, Peter blinked.

Focus. He needed to focus on anything else. Not the parts of you he wanted to be on, inside of, and all other configurations of carnality.

“And?? You wanna hear somethin’ cray-crayyy?” Peter asked, lamely slurring his words. He raised his red solo cup, waving it in a clumsy motion, “So am I, princess! I’m totally hammered. And I looooove it!” He threw his head back, belting a loud, “WHOOOOO!!” Feeling more like a free spirit than he had in years.

Moving closer, you couldn't control your laughs. You shushed Peter, keeping your hand on his chest. Patting you on the shoulder, Peter chuckled. He feigned offense, but his sizeable hand lingered on you. A thumb grazed the soft cloth of your dress. For a beat, he wondered what you looked like under it.

“Whyyyy?? Why should I keep it down, huh?? It’s a party, baby! Everybody’s yellin’!” He shrugged. Peter smirked, throwing his head back again. He shouted another, “WHOOOOO!!”

A crowd of partygoers kept their eyes on the two of you. Their gazes lingering for a little longer than necessary. You snickered again. So tipsy, you could hardly get a word in through your giggling.

“You really are drunk, oh my gosh. You’re crazy, Peter! I can’t even-” Dropping your head into his chest, you erupted in woozy huffs of laughter. Great. He loved the closeness, “Peter, sorry, I’m sooooooo-”

“Mind-blowingly hot?” Peter lazily blinked, “Because yer-...you-ohhhh, man. You look really hot. Like-” He made a meaningless gesture with his hands, shaking his head, “Like, WOW! Have you seen yourself? Someone tell ‘Ro to make it rain. ‘Cuz yer on fiiiiiiire!” He joked. Cheesy and lame, but too smashed to even care.

You scoffed, cheeks set ablaze, “Oh, please! Give me a break! Mister Terminator casanova over here. Are you trying to butter me up like you did all those other ladies?” Playfully, you pushed off his chest. Peter mourned the loss of your touch, “I saw you! Getting all handsy out there!” You said, your tone lighthearted. Still accusatory.

Somehow, you recognized his costume. That caught him a little off guard. Peter’s heart did some kinda funny, fluttery thing. Jumpy, warm, and beating beating beating in his chest. But…nah. Couldn’t be because of you. Could it? Maybe the booze did it. Yeah. Irradiated Beast hooch must’ve give him palpitations. He’d tell Hank about this side effect later.

Peter arched a silver brow, “Oh, yeah? Mmmhm. Sounds like yer just jealous. ‘Cuz the ladies find my inner Schwarzenegger, action hero totally irresistible.” Bullshit. Most of them thought he dressed as Neo from the Matrix. Wrong action movie. Peter kept talking out his ass, “I bet it drives you up a wall to see ‘em all over me like that.”

“Oh, you think? Suuure. Like Leia would ever have the hots for some dollar store Terminator.” You teased affectionately, “Likely story, Quickie.” Fuck. Quickie. He loved when you called him that. You deceived your own protests, pressing your body against Peter's.

Your nails dug into his shirt as you palmed his chest. So…you wanted to play this little game now, huh? Alright. Fine. Peter bickered back and forth with you for an indiscernible amount of time. Standing in a corner by the snack tables, away from the noisy, party bustle. Unbalanced and wobbly, Peter leaned in. Keeping you both pressed together in a way too intimate for wandering eyes.

He almost spilled his neon concoction on your dress. Exchanging giggles again, Peter lingered even closer. His lips on the cusp of reaching out for yours. But in a clouded moment of self awareness, he stopped himself short.

“D-Do you…uhhhh-” He swallowed dryly. His nerves buzzed all through his body, “Y’wanna…get outta here? Maybe go do somethin’ reallllyyyy dumb? Like-uh…maybe make a mistake you’ll regret in the morning?” Peter suggested, wiggling his brows.

You gave him another lidded look, igniting a blistering fire deep in his bones. With your body still pressed to his - bodacious and oh-so-tempting - you brought a hand up. A beat of silence passed, as you moved his sunglasses up over his hair. Silver strands fell loose. You gazed into his puppy dog eyes directly. 

“And what makes you think I’d regret it?” You asked, your voice smooth and somewhat slurred. Oh...were you being real with him right now?

Your fingers traced flirty circles over his chest. Scorching flames in Peter’s heart burned warmth through his veins. Heat gathered in his groin. Peter’s eyes widened to a planetary degree. Clutching his solo cup a little too tight, he brushed your ass with his other hand. By accident. He only intended to pull you closer. You held his intoxicated gaze. 

Peter let his lips ghost yours again, without any direct connection.

“See, that’s-uhhh…hah…that’s just the booze talkin’.” He whispered with a soft chuckle. Steadily, he pulled himself from you, “Wanna know what it’s tellin’ me?” Peter gave you another lazy grin, nibbling his lip, “Youuuuuu and meee…” He sluggishly said. He dragged you along with him. Stumbling backwards, “...should-uh…gooooo have some…adult fun, yeah? A little romp in the hay?”

Did you know he meant that verbatim? Probably not.

Moments later, Peter clumsily navigated through the party. He made a beeline for the entrance hall, holding your hand the entire way. Floundering with every step, he traversed the crowded halls. Through each doorway the two of you passed, fluttering streamers dangled above. Soft tissue brushed across your face, tickling your nose.

The streamers proved more unkind to Peter. Staggering through the last doorway, he became tangled in them. Peter tried to shake the tissue off, twisting around and flailing his arms. He cursed aloud, making a spectacle of his embarrassing predicament. Caught in a web of orange and black, he looked like a Halloween decoration all his own. The streamers wrapped around his body and arms, even covering his head.

“MOTHER FU-” He cursed, jerking the tissue down with a rough tug. Peter tripped forward in the process. But he caught himself just in time. Compensating for his humiliation, he laughed, “I’m okay! I’m okay! Allllll good, guys. I’m good. Totally good! Meant to do that, actually.” Peter cleared his throat. He averted his glassy gaze from any partygoers nearby.

One of them being Hank, who stood alongside Raven. The two shared a few drinks and quietly chatted. The big, beast of man wore torn, red flannel. His blue fur peeked out from the undone buttons, appearing frayed. His costume? A smurf werewolf. A smurfwolf. Or something. Peter couldn't tell. And Raven? She hadn’t dressed up at all. Labeling Halloween: The one time of year she chose not to disguise herself. Why? Because, in her words, "It's funnier that way."

Raven stifled a laugh at Peter’s expense. But Hank didn’t hold himself back. He roared a rumbling chuckle, “I see the serum’s treating you well, Peter!” Hank teased, cradling a drink in his fluffy paw, “Why, it certainly looks that way. You seem to be having-uhm…fun? Yes! Fun. I'm delighted to see it!"

Peter idled in the middle of the doorway, swaying a little on his feet. Forgoing the streamers, he left them tangled around his limbs. Fuck it. His costume could use some added flair.

“I’m havin’ a-uhhhhh…a total blast, Beast my mannn!” Peter slurred. He passed Hank on his way out the mansion’s entrance. And roughly patted the scientist on the shoulder, “Thanks again, buddy ol’ pal! I owe you one!”

You giggled, beaming an elated smile as Peter dragged you out the door. Once you flew ungracefully by, Hank and Raven both did double takes. They gave you cautious looks, as if to say - uh, do you think this is a good idea? A little too sloshed, you failed to register their concern. Following Peter out the door with an inelegant skip in your step, you waved the pair goodbye.

“Well, now…that’s certainly going to be awkward for him tomorrow morning.” Hank joked, looking down at his drink. He swirled the beverage, the cup appearing itty bitty in his clutch. Showing off a crowd of snaggle teeth, he yawned.

Raven shook her head, scoffing, “Oh, it’ll bite him in the ass later. That’s for sure.” She added, sipping her own drink, “You proud of yourself?” Raven quipped, arching an orange brow. Hank held up a single claw, playful in his self defense.

“Not my fault! I gave him that serum because I thought he could have fun with it! And he is! Didn’t you see him? What he does under its influence is completely out of my jurisdiction!” Hank shrugged, stating in a matter-of-fact way, “I’ll have you know, I did try to warn him!”

In hindsight, Peter should have heeded Hank’s warnings. What he did under the effects of disco liquor proved supremely stupid. The nanosecond your feet hit the grass outside, he lost any restraint he had left. Peter kissed you full on. Ushering your sweet lips into an alcohol induced session of heavy smooching. Tongues interweaving, lackadaisical and reckless, the two of you shared careless kisses. Under decorative spider webs and amongst inflatable Snoopys.

But no Great Pumpkin in sight.

You slung your arms over Peter’s broad shoulders, letting him devour you. His sizable hands slid over your hips. He pulled you closer as he stumbled like a complete klutz. Thick fingers curled into the cloth of your dress. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Peter didn’t dare consider any consequences. With no filter to hold him back, one of his palms felt for your breast. He copped a handful, before you stopped him in his tracks. You tore your lips from his candy corn kisses.

“Heyyyy! Hey, hey, hey! Not here! What are you even doing??” You laughed, giving his nose an affectionate nuzzle, “Someone might see us, doofus!”

Peter hummed, pulling you against him in a more firm grip. He stole frantic kisses, heated and mouthy. Squeezing your hips, his nails scratched across your gown to your ass. Kneading your plush cheeks with little shame.

“So what? Let ‘em enjoy the show!” Peter snickered, diving in for yet another kiss, “I’m not gonna miss out on a chance to touch you like this. Now that I finally got you…”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t seem to take him seriously. In an attempt to pull yourself away again, you stumbled backwards in the grass. Even with his reaction time outta wack, Peter managed to catch you before you fell. In one awkward motion, he scooped you up bridal style and carried you into the woods. The streamers coiled around his limbs came loose, at long last. Flitting away behind him in the wind.

He held you in his strong arms, following the mansion’s haunted, Halloween trail. The hayride already closed down for the night, leaving the trail - and the barn - open for some private necking.

Finding his way to the barn, Peter wobbled, slowing his stride. In his arms, you took a moment to admire the decorations he put so much effort into. Orange, twinkling lights lined the barn’s entryway. Vibrant in late night darkness. Magical, and kinda romantic. Through the trees in the distance, the garnished mansion appeared visible. A Halloweeny spectacle, engulfed in simulated fog.

Party music echoed from afar, faint, but clear enough he could hear. Peter perked up, overhearing a classic, Hallow’s eve tune.

“‘CUZ THIS IS THRILLLAHHHH!” Peter shouted off key, moving backwards into the barn. His steps were careless, “THRILLAH NIIIIGHT!” He sang, falling into a bed of cool hay. Strands of straw bounced in the air. You came down with him, and he kept singing, “AND NO ONE’S GONNA SAVE YA-” He cut himself off, leaning in to feast on your lips. Peter cradled you in his arms, humming Thriller amidst awkward kisses.

You laid bridal style over his legs, dipping your head back. Inviting Peter to devour your neck like a thirsty vampire. Without all the grace of Bela Lugosi. More like a hammered Nosferatu. If either of you had second thoughts, Peter couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit. He left that baggage behind. In the morning, sober Peter could unpack it all. Right now, he wanted his hands on your body, under your dress.

“Ohhhh~! Oh my-” You moaned, tacking on an erotic squeal of his name. Giggling in a kittenish tone. The sound made him wanna bite you harder, “W-Wait-...Peter, maybe we shouldn’t-oooooh~! Maybe we shouldn’t be-”

His sloppy kisses cut your hesitance short. Peter nodded his head in a lazy, loose motion. Bringing more dizziness upon himself.

“Mmmm? What? No-...” He hummed, “Baby, we should. We definitely should. Don’t even worry-” Peter paused for an abrupt beat. Holding you tight, he adjusted in the hay. Uncomfortable, Peter knitted his brows, “Wait-...this hay’s so-...why’s this hay so fuckin’ itchy, man?”

At the chime of your silly snorts and giggles, Peter’s words became lost on him. Whatever. It didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t think clearly enough to recall them. Instead, he drew his attention back to you. Peter’s lips found your neck once more. Your floral scent replenished his lungs, a lifesource he desperately needed. Hot kisses peppered down your chest. In his clouded stupor, Peter buried his face between your breasts.

He loved the flustered squeal you made in response. Enough that he couldn’t help but do it again.

“Ohhhhh…hot damn, baby.” Peter groaned into your chest, motorboating your knockers. A graceless gesture. Lifting his face, his hair appeared a disheveled mess, “Yer so awesome, y’know that? Liiiike…yer really great. I know I’m pretty drunk right now, but-uhhhh…” He slurred, sneaking thick fingers under your dress, “I do mean it. No joke. I think yer really cool. Cool and-uhm…and-uh…hahaaa….I really like you.”

You erupted in more buzzed giggles, parting your lips to protest his drunken confession. But Peter silenced you with shushes, “Shhhhhhhh! Shhhhh, don’t-” He hiccuped. Your laughs were so contagious, he couldn’t help but giggle as well, “Shhhh! Don’t tell anybody!”

“I won’t! I won’t!” You chuckled, gently holding his cheeks. You pulled him down for more smooches, lips meeting in a slower embrace, “I like you too, Peter…but shhhhhh…keep it a secret.”

His fingertips danced along your inner thigh, clumsy and unsteady. Peter’s hand disappeared between your legs and under your gown. Hot digits grazed your panties. A flimsy, soaked piece of fabric awaited those digits. Breathing a low huff, Peter whispered, “Fuck.” into your neck. The steamy word tickled your skin, giving you chills.

Blindly, he wormed his fingers into your panties. Peter dipped his digits into your honeyed heat. Thick, syrupy cushions sealed around him. He focused on parting your tight walls. A little too uncoordinated to pleasure you in a more ideal way. Rough, repetitive motions curled at an awkward angle. Digging so deep, Peter could hear the squishy call of your insides - leaking wet, all for him. 

Your body tensed, knees spreading on instinct. Cool air caressed your thighs. Peering down into your lidded, baby doll eyes, he held your gaze. As your cunt pulsed around his digits, soft and constricting, he knitted his brows. Humming another groan, Peter dove down for your neck. He sucked mouthy, wet hickies into your skin. Leaving gifts for sober you to discover later tomorrow.

Speaking of sober.

Sober Peter never had trouble keeping up with anybody. Moreover, everyone else found it impossible to keep up with him. But in his buzzed daze, he could barely follow your lead. One blink, and his fingers buried themselves to the knuckle in your cunt. The next blink, you took initiative. Throwing him for a loop, you changed positions. You pushed Peter further back into the hay, straddling his lap.

As you fumbled for his jeans and pulled them open, more giggling ensued. Heated tension hung over the two of you like those glimmering, barn lights. You felt around, guiding your hand to a hot thickness in his pants. It rested in a curly bed of silver hairs, limp and untouched. Your giggles ceased, and your expression shifted.

“Peter, you’re not even-” You started, squeezing the softness of him in your hand. You gave him a few loose tugs, your voice teeming with hesitance, “Are you…are you sure you want-”

“Yeaaaahhhhh. Yeah. Yanno, it’s just-...I never thought I’d be the one gettin’ whiskey dick. Haha.” Peter joked, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. Buzzed and uncoordinated, Peter harbored little patience for foreplay. His fingers sought for your weeping heat again. He pushed them through your soft, supple pussy lips, “Sucks a lot. I was really hopin’ I’d get to-uhmmm…ahahaaaa…” He bit his tongue, laughing, “Really wanted to show you a good fuckin’ time. But this shit feels like rocket science right now, sorry…”

Eventually, through sheer determination, you worked up enough sorcery to liven him up. Waking his cock from its soft slumber. Peter fumbled, clumsily guiding his dick to your flowery mound. It took some serious concentration on his part to do so. His tongue poked between his lips, brows furrowed tight. He leered between your sweltering bodies. Humid air clung to his skin, contrasting the sharp coolness of an October’s night. The smell of booze permeated in your sweat, mingling with the scent of your perfume. 

You sank over his cock, taking the now raging length of him fluidly. He bottomed out in a single intake of breath. Peter moaned, rolling his hips upward. Your fluttery walls stretched, cozy and soft around his dick. He dropped his head back into the hay, howling a goofy shout. It echoed through the trees, catching autumn wind.

"OHHHHHHH~! THAT'S IT! WHOOOOOO~!" He yelled. Peter chewed his lip hard, meeting your bounces with sluggish thrusts, "That's it. That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about. Hoh-fuck..."

His rhythm was a little off beat, but he blamed the booze. Clenching the fabric of your dress in his fingers, he bunched it up tight. As if to hold you by horse’s reins, arduously guiding you on your ride.

Far in the back of his mind. Like, so far, Peter may as well have been on another planet. He had his first conflicting thought. Screwing you for the first time like this - hammered and careless - struck him as kind of…wrong. Really, he should have waited it out, and done this sober. But Peter couldn’t deny himself either.

"Peter, ohhh~! Feels really good~!" Your squeals of erotic, but sluggish pleasure sounded too much like music. Now cemented as one of his all time favorite songs, "Sooo good, I-aaahhh~!"

The bubbly feeling brought upon by Beast liquor made his body burn with ecstasy. His cock throbbed inside you, loving the tight embrace of your walls. Pleasure burned to an incomprehensible level of intensity. 

Even your dress felt unreasonably soft on his skin. Peter moaned again, drilling your cunt in unsteady surges of carnal bliss. He breathed thickly, the air between the two of you now sweltering. Choking on air, he kept his slow pace. His cock dug tunnels through your walls at a slacking speed. Completely unnatural for him. But overflowing with intoxication, he thrived in it.

“N-Not gonna-” Peter laughed. His voice a rough, breathless mess of incoherency. Sticky heat flushed his cheeks, and his tone wavered, “‘M not-...god…not gonna last. Fuck. Oh my fucking-” He swallowed another groan, suffocating on it. Peter’s hips rolled, their movement leisurely, “Sooooo tight. Feels like yer tryna-...like yer gonna-...aaaahaaaaafuck.”

Playing with your pearly clit, you squealed. The swollen nub burned, tingling as you circled it. With difficulty focusing, Peter brought his head up. He watched your little fingers while you pleasured yourself. His lidded, dark eyes stared, so spacy, so clouded. A growl caught in the back of his throat. You toyed with yourself a little longer, spreading glossy slickness under your fingers.

Your whines stayed at a respectable volume. Quiet enough, no one outside the barn could hear. But Peter refused to keep his enthusiastic voice down. He dug his big hands into your hips, fingernails clenching your dress. Scratching rough lines into the white cloth.

"Fuck, you gonna-...you gonna keep touchin' yourself like that? Gonna cum for me?" His words slurred. Peter used his immeasurable strength to hold you in place. Stuffing his cock through your pussy’s luscious, spongy grip. He fucked you in lethargic, but needy ruts, "P-Please-ohmygod-...please cum for me, baby. Lemme hear it, please?"

"Noooo~! Pe-ahhhh~! Peter, I cannnn't! Someone might-...Peter I can't-" You whimpered. Swirling your clit, you pushed yourself even further towards climax. A delightful, oncoming wave of scorching pleasure surged in your body. Sizzling through your veins, "OH, FUCK, QUICKIE~!" A sharp squeal bounced from your throat, as Peter surprised you.

"FUCK!! Yeah? You sound so fuckin'-Ah-...Yer so fuckin' good for me. Don't hold back, baby. Wanna-ohhhh~! Wanna hear you scream. Don't you fuckin' hold back-" Moving suddenly fast, he slammed his cock in deeper. His cherry red dick shattered your poor cervix. Burying himself to the brim, he slapped your mound hard with sharp pounds of his pelvis, "Mmmmmmfucking-...gonna fuckin'....aaaahhaha..."

Peter’s body tensed. His heels scuffed along the ground, crushing hay under his boots as he braced his feet. More loose strands tickled his skin where his shirt bunched up. Making him itchy again. But his intoxicated rutting never dwindled. He whined again, his voice cracking. Ruthless, quickening grinds of his cock knocked you hard. Sending you straight into a dimension of overwhelming, euphoric pleasure.

As tremors hummed across your sweaty skin, bliss ruptured deep in your core. At that moment, Peter forgot to consider any further risks. He burst with a hot, white pop of gluey heat. Rocking your sore cunt in sloppy, shallow thrusts. Peter soaked his dick in your sweet, inebriated love. The scent of booze and sex simmered in his nostrils. Lifting his hips, he met you in one or two more reckless, offbeat bounces.

Barely conscious of reality, Peter panted. Lying with you in a clumsy heap, he shared lazy kisses and steamy breaths with you. Had he been anymore sober, Peter would’ve rushed you off to the nearest bathroom. In dire need of a minute’s recovery, he laid there. Splayed out, Peter’s limbs rested loose and flimsy. The seconds passed, and he sobered up quickly. Post-orgasmic haziness began to clear.

You snuggled up next to him, grazing his cheek with your nose. The scent of alcohol lingered on your breath. Remind Peter that, unlike him, you were probably still a little drunk.

“You okay?” You asked out of the blue, tickling his neck with a giggle, “What are you thinking about? You’re not second guessing yourself already, are you?” Your fingers toyed with the zipper of his jacket. Which he gave you to wear in the cold, shortly after fucking you senseless.

In the distance, the faint roar of the party continued on. Rustling from inside the mansion and seemingly endless. Peter stayed silent, before snickering. He turned his head to the side, returning your nuzzles with a kiss. His lips met your hair. The smell of your conditioner made his heart skip a beat for some reason.

“Nothin’. It’s not-” He shrugged, turning his head again. Peter stared up at the glittering string lights hanging in the barn. His coffee bean eyes jumped from twinkle to twinkle, “It’s not super important. Kinda weird to be thinkin’ about it after-uh…” His voice trailed off again. Peter cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks flush, “Seriously, no big deal.”

You rolled onto your back, watching the lights sway in a cool breeze, “You sure?” You laughed, humming an, “Uh ohhh!” Before you continued, “Did somebody sober up and realize he made a dumb mistake? Hehe…” You teased, though he could hear the sliver of hesitance in your tone. A beat of silence passed, and you hugged his jacket closer.

“Regret wh-...huh? Nahhh, baby. You kiddin’? That was awesome.” He snickered awkwardly. Peter brought his hands to his face. He sighed, “I-uh…I was just thinkin’ about how…I could be spendin’ this holiday with my dad. I mean, shit…maybe he wouldn’t wanna spend it with me, but-”

He assumed you might take offense to this. Wouldn't it come off as a little inconsiderate? To think about his dad right now. After such an intimate moment between the two of you. But being the understanding person you were, you rolled over to face him. Drawing gentle lines into his shirt, you snuggled up close to him again.

“Is that where you wanna be right now? With your dad?” You asked, your tone gentle.

Peter swallowed, pinching the bridge of his nose. A pounding headache swarmed him from nowhere. The repercussions of Beast hooch. Hopefully, such ailments would pass just as quickly as he sobered up.

“I-...yeah? I guess? But…it’s not like I can just-...like, I can’t go see him. Since he still doesn’t know about me, y’know? It’d be weird if I just showed up on Halloween. Like, hey, man, wanna hang out? Goddammit.” Peter shook his head, sitting up fully in the hay. Straw-like strands stuck to his clothes. He brushed them away.

“Well…hey, I got an idea, yeah?” You tried to follow his lead, sitting upward. Swaying a little as you did, Peter could tell you were still on the edge of tipsy. You giggled, “Let’s go inside. And I’ll…try to get everyone together for a movie. Maybe a horror? And you can run off! Go find him. Use the movie as an excuse. Offer him the opportunity to come down and watch. Sound good?”

It didn’t. Erik wasn’t the type to indulge in such activities. Still, Peter smiled fondly at your consideration. Nodding, he stood to his feet in a flash. You blinked, finding yourself lying bridal style in his arms again. With a hand to his chin, you tilted his head down. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thanks…” He hummed, his half lidded eyes gazing down into yours, “I really did have…such an awesome time with you. I haven't done that kinda thing with anybody in a while. But lemme-uh…” Peter bashfully chuckled, “Lemme get you to a bathroom so you can clean up, 'kay? ”

After the surprisingly deep chat he shared with you, Peter rushed you off to a mansion bathroom. Leaning against a wall, he waited outside the door. As the party settled and people filed out into the streets, he became more nervous. The two of you spent the rest of the night together, by the other’s side. Treating each other as normally as you would any other day. Soon, you sobered up enough to gather the X-family for a late night movie.

Peter took your advice, despite expecting the worst. Zipping upstairs and all through the mansion, he searched for his estranged father. To Peter’s surprise, Erik caught him off guard with a yes. But before he made his way downstairs, Peter took a moment to chat with him. He asked Erik how he was doing, and what he’d been up to. Ever since he chose the mansion for a temporary hideout (an arrangement most everybody felt uncomfortable with).

Erik - for good reason - wasn’t the most emotionally open. He kept their conversation short, before dismissing Peter. They both caught up with everyone else in the living room. The X-family sat together with snacks and drinks, joined for a movie. Erik chose a spot next to Peter on one of the sofas. Something he hadn’t anticipated at all. Since he didn’t get much out of the guy too often, he felt he could settle for his company, at least.

Sitting at Peter's other side, you eventually passed out. You rested your head on his lap, and he raked his fingers through your hair. By the time the movie ended, everyone veered off for bed. At last, calling Hallow’s eve quits. But Erik remained. He spoke to Peter a little while longer. Chatting about nothing at all, and everything at once.

Come next morning, Peter stood tiredly in the mansion kitchen. It was an unreasonably cold Monday in November. Freezing weather seemed to hit Westchester out of nowhere. He held a mug full of coffee, milky white and loaded with enough sugar to send anyone else to the hospital. Scratching his head over a mess of silver hair, Peter yawned. Even though he had more important things to worry about, he couldn't stop thinking about last night. For several reasons.

The impromptu bonding time he spent with his father lingered in his mind. Even if said father didn’t know what their interactions meant to Peter. It happened all thanks to your tipsy encouragement. Peter knew, even sober, you would’ve pushed him to do the same. Because you cared about him that much. Always inspiring him to step out of his comfort zone.

Aside from the estranged dad stuff, Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you. And the more…steamy moments the two of you shared. Intimate interactions he still hadn’t sat down and discussed with you. Peter didn't have a clue what that little fling meant to you. Or if it meant anything at all. Distracting himself, he focused his attention elsewhere. Like the Halloween decorations littered about the mansion. He planned to take them down today after classes.

You came padding downstairs and into the kitchen not even five minutes later.

“Gooooood morning!” You cheerily said, blinking your sleepy eyes. Groaning, you brought a hand to your head. Your fingers touched your temple, “You know what’s surprising? I actually don’t have that bad of a hangover!”

Peter’s heart did flips, and he felt his stomach tangle in knots. Humming into his coffee, he threw you a casual nod of his head. Play it cool, “Mmmm. That’s good, though, right?”

You headed straight for the cabinets, standing on your toes to reach the highest one. You flailed around for the near-empty tub of coffee grounds. He left it up there without any consideration for short, mansion inhabitants like you. Totally absent-minded. Peter almost felt thankful he did. As you reached, the itty bitty, sleep shorts you wore rose by a touch. The cheeks of your ass caught his eye. Your bottom appeared etched in faint scratches, painted with red splotches. Damn…what the hell did he do to you last night?

Sipping his coffee with a groggy look on his face, Peter grinned.

Man alive, he wanted to screw you sober. Doing it drunk really wasn’t enough. Quickly, he dismissed that thought. Filing it away in his scatterbrained memory for later.

“Did you talk to Erik last night?” You asked, pulling Peter from his not-so-safe-for-work thoughts. You stretched a little further up, really reaching for that tin tub of Folgers.

Peter blinked, “Sorry, what?”

“Erik. I asked if you talked to him last night? Because I kinda remember you two having a chat. But then again, I was pretty out of it!” Your shorts hugged the shape of your cunt as you stood on your toes. An ache stirred in his groin, but he shook it off. Holy shit. What were you trying to accomplish here?

Peter’s heart skipped twenty beats. Sifting through the disorganized cabinets in his brain, he retrieved his previous thought. Ah, yeah. Screwing you sober? Not a want, but a need at this point. Focus, Quickie. He needed to focus. Especially if you planned on talking about something as important as his father.

“Uhhhh…” He ran a hand through his messy locks, taking a moment to process his racing thoughts, “Yeah, we talked. Not a lot, though. I meant to say thanks for that, by the way. Since I didn’t get to last night…” Peter brought his mug to his lips, averting his gaze, “Really. Thanks a lot. Don’t think we woulda had that time together, if you hadn’t pushed me to ask him 'n stuff.”

Still struggling to reach for that tin, you sighed. Your heels hit the floor, as you lowered your arm and turned to meet Peter’s eyes. Your sweet voice brought him an unexpected feeling of comfort. 

“Hey, anytime, Peter! I know it’s been really hard for you. Seeing him around here lately. And you don’t need me to tell you the obvious. But-” You timidly gazed down at your toes, shrugging. Peter knew exactly what you were about to say, before you parted your lips to say it.

Something along the lines of: Maybe it’s finally time you told him the truth. Or whatever.

It was too early for this kinda deep, introspective talk. Peter didn’t give you the chance to continue. Setting aside his mug on a countertop, he appeared by your side in a fwip. The breeze from his abrupt movement tickled your cheeks. He reached into the cabinet for the tub of coffee grounds. Handing it off to you with a tired, hooded expression. He sluggishly grinned.

“We got class in, like, twenty minutes.” Peter interrupted, and you took the bait. Whether you knew of his intent to dissuade the previous conversation, he couldn’t tell.

“Oh! Yeah! Shit!” You slapped a hand over your forehead. Peter gazed down at you, admiring your early morning features, “I’m so screwed!” Not yet you’re not, “I totally forgot to put together a lesson plan! I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do today!” Well…you could always do him. Again.

Jeez. Dude. No. The hell’s wrong with him?? Be reasonable, guy! At least take your buddy out to dinner first. Which...yeah. Might be time to think about asking you on a real date.

“Yeahhh. I kinda forgot too. Had a bunch of other stuff on my mind, yanno?” Peter said, completely lethargic. He shrugged, “I’m so bad at my job, man.” He kept his eyes on you, as you threw together your own pot of coffee.

“Actually, that’s bullshit. And I think you know it too. You’re amazing at it. That’s why all the kids love you so much.” You replied. Smiling like you meant every word. Because you did. Man, why'd you have to be so freakin' sweet?

Early morning sunlight beamed through the windows. It bathed your hair and face in sparkling gold. Peter wanted to kick himself for swooning. He opted to change subjects.

“I gotta take these decorations down eventually.” He said, gesturing to the streamers hanging from the kitchen ceiling. For an instant, he remembered tangling himself in them last night, “I keep puttin’ it off. But it’s gotta happen sooner ‘er later.” Taking initiative, he reached up to tear some of them down. Balling them up in his hands.

“I could help you! If you need an extra hand!” You offered, innocently sipping your coffee. Peter took in the curl of your lips as you smiled. He cleared his throat, chuckling.

“Y’know you don’t have to, babe. It’ll literally only take me a second. I just gotta stop sittin’ on my ass.” Peter said. He tossed the balled streamers with a failed, Michael Jordan-style execution. They landed in a nearby trashcan, “Pretty soon, I’m gonna have to put Christmas decorations up too. Might get started on 'em as soon as these ‘re down.” He smirked, “I’m thinkin’ I get everyone some seriously ugly sweaters. Even Mags, if he's still around by then. Oh, and I'll need more Snoopys. The crotch goblins love Snoopy.” Peter paused for a beat, his dark eyes drifting down your body. A subconscious instinct, “And-uhhhh…gonna need lots of tinsel…uh…”

Peter reached for his coffee mug. What was he talking about again?

“Oh? That all sounds nice!” You tilted your head to the side, flirtatiously grinning at Peter. As if you could tell how distracted he was by your body. Heat set aflame in his cheeks, as he glanced up into your eyes. Noticing the way they seemed to twinkle, “Think you’ll decorate the barn again too?” You asked, a flirtatious tease pouring through your tone.

He choked on his coffee mid-sip.

[seriouslysnape]

Soak and Scrub

Sirius Black x James Potter x Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Poly! Light smut.

Word Count: 2.6k

“You act like neither of us would jump at the chance if she had asked us.”

Sirius wasn’t typically a bath man. 

The idea of sitting in a bathtub for an extended period of time with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling didn’t exactly intrigue him. He didn’t like how he could only seem to get the water too hot or too cold. He didn’t like the way that the water sloshed all around the tub when making even the slightest movement — he hated the mess. He didn’t like the complete still and silence of the washroom. Sirius could count on one hand the amount of times he had willingly sat down in a tub for a proper soak and scrub. Baths just weren’t for him. He’d take a standing shower over a bathtub any day.

But it had been a long week. Sirius had taken hit after hit over the course of the five day school week. Between an unreasonably difficult Potions exam, a failure of a group project, and a week full of piles of homework — Sirius needed a different way to wind down. Sirius had been a bit absent in the past week. 

He had been unintentionally under the radar from being swamped with work. If he wasn’t in a classroom or The Great Hall, he was in his four-poster bed snoozing away. Sirius was more than overjoyed to see you come Friday afternoon. While your presence did bring a little pep back into his spirit, he was still visibly rundown. That was when you suggested that he take a load off in a way that was unconventional for him.

Sirius declined at first. He gently rejected your suggestion, simply because it wasn’t his thing. But you assured him that you’d make it extra special for him, and you’d even join him if he so wished. 

That was an offer that Sirius Black would never turn down. 

Sirius had followed you to the boys’ dorm (after making a quick pit stop at your own for “bath supplies”), watching you toy with the knobs on the tub until the water was to your liking. Sirius immediately began to notice that your bath time routine was much more extensive than his had ever been, because that was about where his would’ve ended. Oh, but you had a collection of soaps that varied from basic to seasonal scents. Sirius eyed a few of them, reading the labels with a quirked brow.

Lemon lavender, cinnamon vanilla, apple spice — all flavors and scents that Sirius could identify as not something he would pick himself.

“Which one would you like?” You had asked. 

Lemon lavender didn’t exactly cause him any excitement. Apple spice seemed a bit too Autumn-like for his taste. Cinnamon vanilla was his chosen winner, only because it seemed the most regular. He watched you pour an appropriate amount of the scented bubble soap into the rising pool of bath water. Clouds and poofs of suds began to appear and grow larger as the tub filled higher.

Sirius was caught by surprise when you swept his hair back momentarily to rub something behind his ears. Some kind of liquid that just barely had an oil consistency. He refrained from groaning when he identified the smell of eucalyptus. It was a routine trick that you used for yourself when you needed an extra boost in getting chilled out.

Sirius all of a sudden felt…girly. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. He felt like he was surrendering his masculinity for this of all things. He could just as easily down a bottle of Firewhisky and pass out on one of the chairs in the Gryffindor common room. That was a sure way of relaxation. 

But as he felt his pupils grow a size bigger upon witnessing you strip your clothes off…

Yeah, he could sacrifice his man card for an hour or so.

Sirius followed suit, removing his own clothes before dipping his right foot into the tub first to make entry. Sirius had to admit, you managed to get the water temperature just right. He settled in first, leaning his back against the cold ceramic of the tub. You joined shortly after, lighting a few candles to give the dim room some better energy. You positioned between his legs, careful not to jostle him too much. Neither of you talked much at first. 

You were enjoying the quiet of the room. The washroom was about the only place that you couldn’t hear boisterous first year Gryffindors running around the halls or the general commotion of the common room. Much to his own surprise, Sirius wasn’t totally opposed to it either. He supposed that it was because he had someone else to focus on, and he wasn’t stuck in his own head. 

Sirius even managed to get comfortable enough to close his eyes, blocking out the minimal light from the candles burning safely at the opposite end of the tub. It didn’t take long, however, for Sirius to gripe about something.

“Stay still, puppy. Quit moving so much.” Sirius’ lips brushed against your ear as his voice rumbled.

“Sorry. Just trying to get comfortable.” You mumbled, and once again settled your back against Sirius’ chest.

Sirius closed his eyes once again, his second attempt at trying to get relaxed. A long sigh expelled from his chest, one that was thick with stress and exasperation. Sirius’ hadn’t meant for his words to come off as sharp as they had. His irritation had nothing to do with you. Besides, you were the one actively trying to mellow him out. He owed you one for this. 

There were a few more minutes of silence. The water was actively breaking down the tension in his muscles, the scent of cinnamon vanilla soap was actually quite nice, and he had you on display and all to himself. This wasn’t something he could ever complain about. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head, his hands trailing up and down your thighs just under the surface of the tub. His fingertips were light as they trailed over the skin of your legs, following them up until the pads of his fingers made it to your sensitive spot.

“I knew that wouldn’t take long.” You grumbled, shifting again but for a different reason.

“You can’t blame me, pup. How often do I get to have you completely to myself?” He whined.

Sirius did have a point. All three of the boys had a shared complaint about not being able to spend enough one-on-one time with you. Sure, you and Sirius had Potions together while the other two were off in their own classes, but it wasn’t the same. As much as they valued time with all of you together, there was something special about having just you to themselves for a while. 

Sirius’ middle and ring finger began to move in slow, gentle circles. Not enough to get you anywhere, but just enough to make you squirm in an antsy way.

“Yeah, I know,” You nodded. “I feel like you’re not enjoying this.”

“Actually…it’s quite nice. Cinnamon vanilla isn’t so bad after all, Sirius admitted. “Do you do this often?”

“Take a bath?” You asked, your hips involuntarily rolling forward as a sign for him to speed up. 

Sirius hummed an affirmative answer as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his rhythm remaining painfully slow.

“Not really. Only if I find the time,” You answered. “James does too sometimes.”

Sirius’ fingers stopped and his head snatched up with an open jaw. That was something he found hard to believe and/or imagine. 

“He does?” Sirius gawked.

“Yeah, but I think it’s more for Quidditch purposes. It’s good for the muscles.” 

Sirius made a definite mental note of that. He could use that to his advantage if the opportunity ever arose. 

“I never would’ve taken James to be a bath man.” Sirius remarked, his fingers resuming their pattern, causing you to jump.

“I don’t…I don’t think it’s like this,” You struggled to get the words out as he sped up. “More of a cold soak than anything.”

“Mm. No cinnamon vanilla soap?” Sirius grinned, knowing he already had you falling apart.

“Not likely, no.” 

Sirius used his free hand to grab your chin, suds and streams of water slipping down the length of his forearm as he turned your face to look at him. 

“He’s missing out then.” 

He kissed you without waiting for a response, and what was left of the week’s tribulations disappeared immediately. Nothing could make him feel better quite like you could. You were more than enough. His kiss grew deeper and needier as the time passed. Sex in the bathtub was a new one. 

Sirius knew the rules. This was breaking one of the major ones. But Sirius believed that every rule was meant to be broken, and if Remus or James had the guts to claim that they wouldn’t break it themselves, then Sirius was prepared to call their bluff. Here you were: soaking wet, turned on, and glistening with beauty as always. Sirius would be disappointed if they didn’t take that opportunity.

But history repeated itself, and it turned out that having you all to himself was too good to be true.

The serenity of the room was abruptly interrupted when the door to the washroom flung open, hitting the adjacent wall with a crash. A harsh stream of light ruined the ambiance of the candle-lit room, a tall shadow accompanying it. Sirius knew immediately who it was, and he let out an aggravated sigh. There was only one person that he knew that never knocked before entering.

“I knew it!” James exclaimed, standing tall in the open doorway. “I knew something weird was going on in here!”

“What does that even mean, Prongs? How long have you been here?” Sirius hissed.

“Like half an hour! I came in and thought it was weird that neither of you were here. And then the door was closed and I thought I heard talking,” He shrilled. “Since when are you a bath man?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, and you kept your laughter to yourself.

“Since now. Get out.” Sirius’ arm snaked around your waist as if you were going to get up and leave.

“No way. I’m interested now,” He walked into the washroom fully, taking a seat on the opposite side of the tub, balancing and stretching his legs out along the side. “How’d you get him in here, bunny?”

“I asked him.” You answered, and James’ face expressed the most shit eating grin.

“You really are all heart, Padfoot.” James laughed.

Sirius was ready with a loaded reply, but the fourth member of the group made his appearance. 

“Who are you talking to?” Remus appeared, referring to James who was seemingly talking to no one from his previous angle. When he saw you and Sirius in the tub, realization was written all over him. “Ohh. Looks like I’m late to the party.”

“You’re not invited. Neither was he.” Sirius growled.

The insult rolled right off of Remus and James. If anything, it only egged them on. 

“Someone’s pissy. I’d be in the best mood ever if I were you,” James replied, and he caught a quick glimpse of your naked frame. “How come Sirius gets a private bath and we don’t, bunny?”

“Well…Siri had a bad week and he seemed like he needed something to cheer him up.” You answered shyly, a quick fear that James was upset that you didn’t ask him instead.

“Aw, see? She’s taking care of you, and you’re acting like a prick about it.” Remus chimed, leaning against the sink that was in the middle of the room against the left wall.

“I was actually enjoying myself until you showed up.” Sirius argued.

James spotted the various soap bottles on the floor next to the tub, which he wasted no time taking into his hands. He looked over the labels, and Sirius knew he was done for.

“Let me guess. Cinnamon vanilla?” James chuckled. “I’m probably more of a lemon lavender guy myself.”

“Since when do you take baths?” Remus asked James, who didn’t seemed bothered at all to admit to it.

“Since always? It helps a lot after Quidditch,” James explained, twisting the lid off of the cinnamon vanilla to take a sniff. “Ooh. Good choice, Pads.”

It seemed that Sirius’ only leverage and means of defense was useless now. Sirius’ cheeks burned red. This was an unforeseen outcome. He couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed. 

“Shut up.” Sirius huffed, sinking further down.

“Come on, Pads. Lighten up,” Remus said. “You act like neither of us would jump at the chance if she had asked us.” 

Remus was right after all. Sirius had done the same thing they would’ve. If there was any way to look at it, it was Sirius doing something sweet for you. 

“Do you want to join? There’s honestly room for two more.” You offered, referring to the oversized tub they were in.

“Wait what?” Sirius squeaked.

“Say less!” James leapt to his feet, whisking out of his clothes in seconds. 

Before Sirius could even protest, James made a light splash and settled in the tub on the opposite side with a satisfied groan. Sirius leaned his head back against his end of the tub. At this point, all he could do was let it happen. 

“Moony?” James called, scooping up a collection of bubbles to show him. 

“If I’m being honest, I don’t fancy being naked in a tub with you, James. ” He crossed his arms, but he was amused as he was entertaining the thought. 

“If I have to take shit from you and tolerate him, then you have to.” Sirius barked, and Remus couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.

Remus supposed it was the least he could do. It’d make for a good memory if nothing else. 

Remus wasn’t as enthusiastic as he removed his own clothes at a slower pace. Sirius felt you shudder when Remus’ back was revealed (James was too busy playing with the suds to notice). Remus’ back and shoulders had always been a soft spot for you. You added validity to the “chicks dig scars” mantra, and it was just generally a turn on for you. 

Sirius couldn’t even be mad, because all three of them had different things that clicked something for you. Remus was much more careful when entering, and he managed not to send any water catapulting over the side (unlike James, who had a mess to clean up when this was over). 

It turned out that you were right. There was just enough room for all four of you in that tub. You didn’t move from your position with Sirius, which made his stomach flutter in the best way. His hands were resting on either one of your thighs, his thumbs dragging back and forth lazily as his discreet show of affection. The two of you were quiet, snickering to yourselves as you watched James and Remus begin to argue.

“You have so much room, move over! Why are you — Hey! Watch where your hands are going!” Remus nearly jumped through the ceiling when James hand accidentally got a little too close. 

“I’m literally on my si — get your LEG off of me!” James whined, and the two of them snowballed into a bicker fest.

Sirius’ laugh vibrated in your ear, his head shaking in amusement. Sirius had to admit that this was a little bit fun. 

Was it unconventional? Yes.

A little bit weird. Absolutely.

But you were enjoying yourself, and Sirius would’ve been a fool not to notice that this was bringing you undeniable joy. Sirius kissed your head once more, James and Remus oblivious due to their fighting. There was a reason that this relationship worked so well. It was a very specific dynamic that worked in the best of ways. Sure, the alone time was nice and it was refreshing — but there was an energy that came with the four of you being together that was perfectly intoxicating. 

Maybe sharing wasn’t so bad after all.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Kiss from a Rose_Part 2

A.N: A three part series featuring Neuvillette x Reader! 

Genshin Impact MasterList

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“This…is Monsieur Neuvillette? You are quite certain?” 

Paimon was the first to break the silence. You, the Traveler, Paimon, Navia and the twins and Freminet were at the lake that lead down to the Melusine’s village. In lieu of all the drama that Fontaine was in with the missing ludex, the seven of you decided to meet here. Currently, the otter was sitting in the water with everyone was staring at him. 

He calmly looked back, dipping his head once.

"Hold on! Did he understand me?" Paimon asked.

Lyney clapped his hands once, “Well, stranger things have happened!” 

“I’m just glad to know that he is okay��.” Freminet murmured. 

“But how?” Navia questioned. 

“That is unimportant.” You dismissed, “Right now, we need to figure out how to turn him back.” 

“Unless, what turned him into an otter could turn him back.” Lynette offered. 

“I thought about that.” You nodded,  “Through trial and error, I did try to retrace Neuvillette’s steps, and it reached into the village. But then he started flipping out. Whatever, it was, he did not want anyone going into that area. So I had it quarantine off. Since he cannot speak, we do not know precisely what to look for. And if we try, we might end up in the same position.” 

The otter splashed once as if in agreement with you. 

“A wise decision.” Navia nodded, “But we will need to fix this before our entire country falls apart. The Steambird has now taken to publish conspiracy theories on his disappearance. Imagine what they would print if he showed up as an otter.” 

You swore you heard Neuvillette sigh. 

You rubbed your temple, “I don’t want to imagine.” 

Navia continued, “Lady Furina is doing all she can to divert the public’s gaze. If nothing else, she is making herself a target for Charolette’s teeth.”

Paimon sighed, “That in and of itself deserves accolade.”

“But rest assured, we are ready to do whatever necessary to bring Monsieur Neuvillette back to normal.”  Navia stated. 

“Yeah, don’t worry, Monsieur Neuvillette, we will find a cure for you!!” Paimon cheered. 

“....” 

“So, any ideas?” Freminet inquired quietly.  

—-

That had been three days ago, and no one seemed to be able to figure out any kind of plan. They tried all sorts of medicine and potions, but nothing seemed to work. By the fourth day, all of you were back at the lake for another meeting. 

“This is getting worrisome now.” The Traveler murmured. 

“I agree! Come on, guys, there has to be something.”  Navia cried frustrated, “I can use my connections to get whatever it is, as long as I know what to get!”

A silence descended. 

“Well…..” Lyney hummed. 

You turned to the magician with wide, expectant eyes. 

“....I do have an idea, but you may not like it.” 

“As long as it turns Neuvillette back to human form! It’s fine! What is it?” 

“It’s quite unconventional….” 

“You're doing an awful lot of setup.” Paimon remarked. 

“Perhaps, a kiss of true love can turn him back. In the stories, it usually turns a beast back into his princely form.” Lyney was dead serious as he looked at you without a hint of a smile. 

You stared at him a good minute. Traveler and Paimon looked at each other as Navia gave a long-suffering sigh. 

You finally turned Lynette and Freminet, “Can I hit him?” 

“Sure. It will save me from having to come out of power saving mode myself.” 

A dip of the head was all from Freminet. 

You reached for Lyney fully intended to slap him upside the head, but he dodged nimbly as he spoke, “My lady, please I beg you a minute to explain!” 

You have finally grabbed at his clothes, snatched his hat and began playing keep away with it.  

“Not my hat! Lynette, Freminet, help me!! Traveler!!” 

The Traveler discreetly looked away, as Paimon only folded her arms, unimpressed.  

“You started this foolishness!” Lynette returned calmly. 

“Look, we have no idea what turned him into an otter in the first place! It could be anything! Which means we need to think outside the box. Nothing conventional has worked so far! So whose to say that this isn’t some magical one off?” 

You eyed the magician for a long moment. 

“At this point, we need to try everything. Even I admit, it sounds like a setup from a storybook, but I just thought I’d put it out there. We aren’t going to give up. All of us will continue looking for a solution, but I’m just trying to present all options. Even the unconventional ones.” 

You gave a sigh, “Well, I do appreciate it. I really couldn’t tell if you were trying for a joke at this time or not.” 

“I’m a magician not a comedian, my lady! With tension being so high, I would never take advantage of it.” 

You gave him back his hat, and he welcomed it back like an old friend. 

“Well, I shall keep it in mind. In the meantime, what other practical solutions are there?” You asked the group. 

—-

You gave a sigh as you entered the house and headed for the bathroom. You slipped off the backpack of water you had used to carry otter Neuvillette in. Unzipping the bag, you placed the sack on the ground. It had a net on top to let in air, so he wouldn’t suffocate. You pulled off the top before turning and filling up the tub. 

Then you sat down with an apology, “I’m sorry. It seems it’s another day without a solution.” 

The otter only shook its head. 

“You're quite patient even during this ordeal. You never fail to amaze me, my dear.” You murmured, reaching out to plant a kiss on the head. Your lips lingered for a moment before you pulled back with a smile, “We’ll figure this out! Tomorrow is a new day!!” 

Once the tub was filled and Neuvillette settled you, you eventually headed to bed. 

Tomorrow was a new day, you reminded yourself. 

You would see Neuvillette through this. 

Part 3

[dgrailwar]

EPILOGUE - To Weave a Tale of Men and Monsters

-First, the Finale Here-

The wheels of the train rumbled, the passive subtle shaking of the car falling swiftly into a natural sort of ambiance. A man and a woman sat across from each other. The man seemed to be quietly making notes in a folder, as the woman kept herself busy with a book. They seemed pleasant enough to the other passengers, though there was something unsettling about the two of them. One would dare to say 'inhuman', but that seemed ridiculous. As such, nobody could pin down what, and quickly dismissed the feelings as purely irrational.

The man finally spoke, looking up from his notes.

"I appreciate you not coming in your… more substantial form. Still, this is a good look. Very stylish."

He gave her calm smile as he leaned back against the seat, turning to look out the window as the scenery passed by. The woman across from him sighed, pulling a bookmark from one of her pockets and slipping it between the pages before gently shutting it and laying it down on the table between them.

"…While I would have preferred it, I figured arriving in my true form may have complicated things. Besides, if my sisters taught me anything, it's that humans are best caught with sugar, rather than vinegar."

"Uh, I think the phrase uses 'flies', not 'humans'."

The woman paused as if registering his words, lips pursing as she glanced around the train car and adjusted her glasses, before quietly looking downward and fidgeting a bit with her hair. A shyer gesture than what her companion expected.

"...Right. Sorry."

She apologized, and he shook his head, unbothered.

"I get it. This is new, so we'll have to work on that. Not a problem. Still, you're a bit more reasonable than I thought. Guess now's as good a time as any for me to show you these- the drafts of my plans for introducing a human-monster society!"

The man slid over the folder he had been making edits to, filled to the brim with pages after pages of documents, handing it over. The woman raised an eyebrow before she took it, adjusting her glasses before opening the folder and flipping through the contents. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as she looked over at the man across from her.

"…You're insane."

His smile shifted into a wide grin.

"I prefer 'unconventional'. Still, outside of that, what do you think?"

Taking another moment to flip through the contents, she nodded her head slowly.

"It's sneaky… or perhaps you'd prefer 'subtle'? And, while not particularly fast, it does have a decent timeline. I can see why you called yourself a 'mastermind'. I suppose we are going to have to find a way to play around normal human society, magus society, and those that follow the Church…"

She trailed off, lightly chewing her lip. The man filled in the silence, closing his eyes as he spoke, his expression becoming focused.

"It's all about talking to the right people. And, as much as I'd prefer to start in Japan, gathering information regarding magi will be a lot more fruitful here. I don't want your granddaughter's wish to be in vain, you know? Or the resolve that they all showed back then."

"...Thank you. You and the others. I never got a chance to say that before."

The man shrugged, idly reaching across the table to pick up the book the woman had reading. He let it flip open, thumbing through the pages as he spoke.

"I'm sure they know you're grateful, even if you didn't say anything. And on my end... well, there's nothing to thank me for, at least. I mean, I'm bringing you to London, I'm sure the weather will be terrible for your hair. Or... maybe snakes like damp places?"

"...Hm. You're right. I rescind my thanks."

"Hahaha! Is that a smile I see? So the goddess does have a sense of humor!"

The woman rolled her eyes, reaching across to snatch the book back, checking to make sure none of the pages were wrinkled before letting out another a small exhale.

"Don't tell a soul, but I am nervous."

He echoed her sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"If you promise not to tell anyone I feel the same. Nerves are good, though. They keep things interesting."

With that, the woman looked out the window once more.

"…We're approaching our destination. I'll be counting on you, Emissary."

"And I'll be counting on you. Now… let's shake up the world."

[carouselunique]

i could totally see zecora and bonnie finding sea swirl early and it becoming the “main crew thinks their friend is being kidnapped, but theyre actually just being friends” trope. with like the whole “oh no! it looks like theyre hurting her!” and everything 🤣 meanwhile sea swirl is just vibing happily with her new witch friends

That’s EXACTLY what happened! They hadn’t seen Sea Swirl in a day or so, they were already worried about her disappearance and jumped to conclusions when they saw that pony just appear conveniently from the same place Sea Swirl disappeared from, wearing a black cloak and messy curls covering her eyes, muttering to herself as she tried to hit all the potion shops with her decommissioned field spy moves.

Sea Swirl is just back with Zecora talking shop about different monsters of Everfree enjoying some tea and yeah, the poison joke curse is slightly uncomfortable and ridiculous but Zecora is a very nice host. Sea Swirl has had worse accidents in the field, with less comfortable care.

Later when Dinky gets lost Ditzy is quite reasonably in pure panic mode about it but Dinky is also fine, in fact she’s having a great time learning about magic from both a unicorn who uses unconventional magic and a zebra who uses completely different types of magic. Helps her see there’s more means to her using magic out there and she shouldn’t give up even if learning the standard way is hard. It’ll be good for her!

[rowanvalerian]

Potion Ingredient Code Names?

Okay so obviously witches didn't use ingredients like bat wings or bloody fingers... right?

Right. Mostly.

Witches used code names for their potion ingredients so that other people couldn't make their potions themselves. They were running a business here. Plus these code names were much cooler then just saying holly leaves and foxglove.

However, it is possible that there were some unconventional ingredients being used. These ingredients, although not commonly known or accepted, may have possessed unique properties that contributed to the effectiveness of the potions.

For modern times, it is best to use these ingredients as code names rather than incorporating them literally.

By using code names, witches can protect their trade secrets and maintain the allure of magic. These code names can be as creative and enchanting as their potions themselves, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the mystical world of witchcraft.

The next time you come across a potion recipe with ingredients like "dragon's breath" or "moonlight essence," remember that these are not to be taken literally. Instead, they are the magical aliases for the actual substances that hold the power to create wonders.

[octoooo]

HALLOWEEN AU BE UPON YE

Made this back in March but the latest Halloween art fits so well with this <3

It mostly focuses on witches & wizards and like

LOOK at that they practically made this for me (/j)

Anyway

WITCHES & WIZARDS!!

Witches don’t funnel magic through them/out a wand like wizards do, they’re able to perform similar spells through unconventional means and tend to be self-taught

There’s a school for wizards but not witchcraft so any wannabe-witches would have to find a self-taught witch and learn from them directly

The Tomioka’s run a potion shop as the only witches in town. Main floor is the shop & above that is their home, it’s on the outskirts of town closer to the forest

Their parents die before Tsutako finished training under them, so most things she learns after this point is self taught.

For the next several years Giyuu acts as her assistant <3

I’m still debating Tsutako’s role,,,,at some point she leaves the shop to either teach new witches the basics of potion making,,,,Or maybe she wanna do something else for a career & entrusts the shop to Giyuu. His interest & skill is close to surpassing her own so he’ll do just fine,,his communication skills could use some work but ehh

Her & Giyuu had been running the shop for a while—either way she’s moved to a different town but she visits Giyuu every now & then <3

In creating this au I’ve mostly focused on Sabito & Giyuu so I should get to them next;

GIYUU LIVES WITH 20 CROWS IN THAT SHOP

Tsutako has left by the time this happens but she Definitely notices the extra birds when she visits

Anyway the 20 crows—one is Kanzaburo of course. He usually sits on Giyuu’s shoulder or head during the day

The other crows come and go as they please but on any day there’s at least 4-5 in there

Witches can (but usually don’t) make themselves a familiar with soul magic that I haven’t fully figured out. While Kanzaburo is Giyuu’s familiar, he’s just a regular crow,,no soul magic required

(lil baby giyuu found him soaked in the rain and begged Tsutako to take him home, to which she hesitantly agreed. She didn’t expect Kanzaburo to become their pet but he did)

One night Kanzaburo got out the house :(

But Giyuu is busy solo-running the shop so he can’t spare too much time to search on foot. Instead he tried to attract him back with yummy bird food, but each day he checked/replaced the food there was a different non-Kanzaburo crow outside the shop.

He didn’t bother shooing them away, which might’ve been a mistake because 2 crows became 8 which became 12 and 15 and 19 and None of them were Kanzaburo still. Giyuu at this point is losing himself inside, but he has work to do so he can’t crumple yet

Some random day though Kanzaburo comes teetering through the open window and resettles himself on Giyuu’s shoulder as if he never left! like he didn’t age that man a decade from stress

After that week is over, Giyuu makes several roosts for the crows that keep returning to rest in. Sometimes they bring him shiny things which he keeps in a drawer. The crows stay out of his work space but may hop around any high shelves or caw at customers hehe

(The fact his shop is full of crows and their version of magic and witchery is associated with negativity & malicious intent doesn’t help his case. I’m sure he’s mistaken as some type of villain occasionally)

Sabito is going thru Wizard-Skool and his final graduation requirement is a work study, to which he chooses potion studies under a witch (Giyuu)

(Even though universities like Sabito’s don’t condone a witch’s me this of magic use, they can’t deny they’re more in touch w nature n shit so their skills are useful enough to allow very few work studies with them)

Because of the shop layout & distance from the school, Giyuu can provide Sabito with room & board in exchange for his work/help around the shop.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Kinktober entry #1

Pairing: Dark!Blaise Zambini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Kink: Monster F*cking

A/N: I think I'll do Roderick next. And let's pretend the wizarding war didn't happen yet, for the plot😁.

Warnings: p in v, oral sex, blood purist ideologies, somewhat obsessive behavior, possible dub-con.

Summary: Blaise takes after his mother much more than he cares to admit.

Word Count: 2k

It was well-known how convincing Blaise’s mother could be. One dead husband is unfortunate, two is a tragic coincidence, but three is a pattern. So far she had seven dead husbands and all their riches to show for it, and one would think that men would steer clear. But that is the weakness of men they just can’t resist a woman as beautiful as Madeline. 

The truth about her deadly nature is that she is a descendant of a family full of Succubi. Each generation before her strangely only had daughters and thus their gifts were always passed down. Madeline was the first to have a baby boy, and as he grew older it was hard to tell if he inherited the gift. 

At first, she watched his behavior like a hawk looking for the signs that her mother saw in her. Soon she realized that he was the first boy and there was a chance he’d manifest his powers differently. When it was time to send him to Hogwarts she was fairly confident that he didn’t take after her side. 

Growing up Blaise had gotten used to men coming and going, and he never judged his mother for her unconventional lifestyle. But the older he got the more questions he had and it wasn’t like he could outright ask his mother. How does one go about asking why mommy’s husbands keep dying? So he did what he did best, watch. 

He didn’t really remember the first three husbands because he didn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. However, the last four husbands he observed with a notebook. By the time their deaths happened it was almost like they just gave up, their vitality was sucked right out of them. On their wedding day, they would be full of life and joy but on their death bed they were pale with sunken cheeks. A fraction of who they once were.

Blaise is a smart boy, and while he completed his first year of studies at Hogwarts he looked up the type of creatures that could have such an effect. By the time he returned to his mother’s villa for summer in Italy, he knew exactly what she was. The question on his mind was if he too held that same kind of power.

In year four he started to see his effect on the girls around him. They would send love letters and cookies laced with love potions. He would throw them all out, not wanting to choose the wrong girl. He had no idea how to tell who the right girl would be but he was a patient person. By the time year 6 rolled around, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts observing the viable partners for him, eliminating muggle-borns and blood traitors. He wanted his bloodline to remain strong and carry the gifts of his lineage. 

All his patience led him straight to you, a bright-eyed Hufflepuff that couldn’t possibly know what the touch of a man felt like. Blaise noticed you through the years, a teacher’s pet that was made into a prefect. So eager to please the professors, he couldn’t wait until he was on the receiving end. You would be pliable and unlike his mother, he would cherish you. He found that there was a balance in these types of relationships. 

The moment he decided to pounce was when he went to the astronomy tower hoping for some alone time only to find you. There you sat peacefully with your notebook. Though he wouldn’t mind looking at you all night that’s all he had thus far.

“Great minds think alike.” His voice startled the silence you were enjoying. “I like to come up here for peace too.”

“Oh, I was just about to leave.” You stand and walk over to the stairs to give him space but he steps in front of you. 

“That’s not necessary love.” Despite his reputation around school, you find his eyes inviting. 

“What brought you up here?” Since it’s just the two of you there was no point sitting in silence.

“Trying to fend off some of my more belligerent suitors.” Blaise leaned against the railing and looked out at the expansive land surrounding Hogwarts.

“Must be hard having so many women falling at your feet.” The sarcasm that laces your voice brings a small smile to his face. He was going to enjoy you.

“Not when you don’t want to entertain any of them.” He grimaces as he thinks of some of the unwanted advances. As much as he appreciated the power his mother gifted him, it had its downsides.

“Ah, I forgot I was talking to a blood purist with high standards.” As alluring as you find him his ideologies bring you back to reality. You may not be muggle-born but you didn’t subscribe to blood hierarchy.

“What other people do is their business, but I prefer non-muggle-born witches.” Blaise feels you coming closer, unable to resist his charms.

“Except when those beliefs cause innocent deaths.” You turn to fully face him while you call out his nonchalant demeanor. 

“I don’t agree with killing muggles if that’s what you’re implying,” His hand traces its way up your arm before lifting your chin. “I would simply have my wife bear as many pure-blooded children as possible.”

His words, as disgustingly purist as they are, cause your heart to speed up in excitement. The thought of carrying his children sounds appealing. Now all you can think about is him pumping his seed into until it takes. Your thighs rub together in an attempt to quell the pleasure his words give you. Almost as if you were under a spell you follow him as he guides you away from the railing and backs you into the wall.

“Are you gonna be my sweet little wife that takes every last drop I give you?” His low voice is in your ear while his hands travel all over your body. The rapid rise and fall of your chest makes it hard for you to speak so you nod your head eagerly at his question.

Blaise takes your answer as a promise and begins to kneel in front of your core. Even with him below you, he holds all the power. His hands travel up your skirt to gently pull down your panties as he makes eye contact with you. For the first time, you don’t find yourself wanting to break it.

He raises your skirt enough to put his head under it, as he kisses his way up your inner thighs he wraps your left leg over his shoulder. You almost jolt off the wall when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. The small moans that leave your mouth increase in volume when his tongue works in tandem with his lips. 

With nothing to grab onto you throw your head back against the wall and let your arms run along the wood panel. The scratch marks that are bound to be left when he’s finished are no worry of yours. His tongue drags along your clit in the most delicious way that you can’t help when your hips begin to buck. 

Blaise’s deep-seated hunger is insatiable upon hearing the sweet noises leaving your mouth. He revels in your hips bucking into his mouth demanding more, and he would give you anything. Your eyes roll back as the pressure that sits in your belly builds, your body has a mind of its own chasing after his mouth. 

“Blaise,” you say his name like a prayer and he groans into your pussy sending your orgasm hurdling through you. The volume of your screams doesn’t matter, nothing except for his mouth coaxing you through the euphoric waves being sent through your body. Gently he places your leg back down on the ground but keeps a firm grip on your legs.

His captivating face was glistening from the moonlight that poured into the tower. As soon as he stood to his full height you wrapped your arms around his neck before planting your lips on his. The taste of you on his lips only spurred you on, a ravenous need for more enveloped you. He knew exactly what you needed and he had no problem obliging you.

The smacking of your lips working together causes you to almost miss the sound of his zipper and belt being undone. Sinful moans transfer from your mouth to his as he hoists you up against the wall, with your skirt bunched around your waist. His strength surprises you but you don't have much time to dwell when you feel him dragging himself between your lips.

“Please.” While begging for more your hands dig into Blaise’s shoulders. 

“I knew you would be the one.” His confession is overshadowed by him finally slipping into you. He exhales a relieved groan the further he sinks himself in you. The way he stretches your walls little by little has you incoherently babbling nonsense. Blaise cradles his head in the curve of your neck as he rocks into you at an increasing pace. His rough hands grip your waist which is surely going to leave bruises tomorrow but you can’t find focus enough to care. 

So many of the girls in your year talked about how their boyfriends couldn’t get them off. Not with fingers, mouth, or their dick. But Blaise is intoxicating and all you can think about is how his pelvis is rubbing your clit perfectly. You can feel him panting on your neck and you feel yourself clenching around him. 

Unlike the first one your second orgasm doesn’t have a build-up, it blossoms after one of his deeper strokes. His hips lose their consistent speed and you know he’s close. When he spills his seed into you he keeps you in his arms, needing to make sure it took. You were so unaware you ended up falling asleep while you laid your head on his shoulder. 

Blaise gave it five minutes before he finally put you down and put your panties back on you. Since he just fed off of you he had no doubt he would be able to apparate to your dorm. He was at an all-time high as he carefully placed you in bed. He found a clean washcloth and wiped you up as much as he could before tucking you in.

…….

In the dining hall, you sat in the Hufflepuff section waiting for your friends to join you. Waking up this morning was so peaceful, you slept like the dead. The nasty memories of last night had you smiling all through your beauty routine. You practically skipped to the dining room and gained some odd looks for your apparent happiness. 

A hand wrapped around your waist before two legs were facing your side. Blaise swoops down beside you and kisses your cheek without hesitation. Words were halted at the display of affection, although Blaise had all the girls at Hogwarts swooning he never gave them the time of day. 

“What are you doing?” You keep your eyes focused on him to avoid looking at the hundreds of eyes staring at you. 

“I can’t look at my girlfriend?” His declaration of your relationship has your face burning. He can see the surprise on your face and tells you, “I thought I made my intentions with you clear last night.” 

The devoted smile on your face as you look at him reassures him he chose the right girl. 

When it’s time for you to come with him to his mother's estate in Italy she is surprised, but welcoming. She never thought Blaise would get into a relationship anytime soon. After talking with the two of you it was clear as day, that same smile was present on her previous husband’s faces. She wasn’t sure if she should be scared for you or thrilled for her son, but ultimately the excitement of the grandbaby clouded her vision. 

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Unlocking the Power of the Perfect Witch Character Name for Your Fiction Novel

Introduction

As an author, there are few decisions as important and impactful as choosing the right name for your characters. When it comes to crafting a witch character for your fiction novel, finding the perfect name holds even greater significance. A well-chosen witch character name has the ability to intrigue readers, capture the essence of your character, and contribute to the overall atmosphere and world-building of your story. In this blog post, I'll help you explore the art of naming a witch character and provide you with valuable insights to ensure your witch character's name enchants your readers.

1. Reflect the Magic

When naming your witch character, harness the power of language to reflect the inherent mystique and enchantment associated with witches. Consider incorporating elements that evoke magic, such as using words related to spells, potions, or mystical creatures. By doing so, you can make your witch character's name an integral part of their identity, amplifying their connection to the supernatural world.

2. Embrace Historical and Cultural References

Witchcraft has a rich historical background in various cultures worldwide. Delve into folklore, mythology, or historical records to discover names with strong ties to witchcraft. For instance, names like Morgana, Circe, or Baba Yaga immediately conjure images of powerful and captivating witches. Drawing from these references adds depth and authenticity to your character's name and enhances the overall believability of your story.

3. Individuality and Distinctiveness

Just like any other character in your novel, your witch character deserves a name that sets them apart. Aim for a name that is unique, memorable, and distinctive. Consider experimenting with unconventional spellings, combinations of sounds, or unexpected name origins. A witch character with a name that stands out from the crowd will leave a lasting impression on your readers, making them more invested in their journey.

4. Honor Personality Traits

Your witch character's name should embody their personality and tap into the essence of who they are. Think about the characteristics you want to assign to your witch character—Are they mysterious, wise, mischievous, or powerful? Choose a name that aligns with these attributes. For example, a witch with a strong and commanding presence might be named Hecate, while a mischievous and playful witch could be called Puck.

5. Consider Phonetics and Flow

When readers encounter a character's name, it should roll off their tongues effortlessly. Consider the phonetics and flow of your witch character's name to ensure it is pleasant to read and pronounce. Avoid names that are overly complicated or excessively long, as they may detract from the overall reading experience. Opting for names with harmonious sounds can create a magical resonance that captivates your audience.

6. Symbolism and Hidden Meanings

Delve into symbolism and hidden meanings to give extra depth to your witch character's name. Look up old languages, symbolic associations, or even numerology to add an additional layer of intrigue. Incorporating these subtleties can breathe life into your character and provide an added sense of discovery for your readers.

Conclusion

Naming your witch character in a fiction novel is an art form that demands careful consideration and thought. By following the suggestions outlined above, you can ensure that your witch character's name elevates your storytelling experience, captivates your readers, and brings your magical world to life. Remember, the perfect witch character name holds the power to bewitch your readers and transport them to a realm of mystery and wonder. Embrace this opportunity to create an unforgettable character who will resonate with readers long after they put your book down. Happy naming!

[cursedonyx]

Ideas for HL fics that I may or may not write

I have too many ideas rushing around in my head so when I start one something else almost immediately takes over so I need to put them all down somewhere or I’ll pop

🧠 – Only an Idea (so far)

🗺️ - Currently Plotting

📝 – Started Writing

📗- Finished

🌶️– Smut (all smuts are aged up)

🍬 – Tooth rotting fluff

Modern Day AU Thingamajigs

🗺️ Sebastian and Ominis get transported the modern day (1800s wizards in modern day hilarity)

🗺️ Ominis is transfigured into a locket by one of his enemies and is only released in the current year – he has to adjust to his new surroundings and come to terms with everyone he’s ever known being dead. Plus the whole Voldemort thing. Who can help him adjust but a modern witch? (modern day au kinda /romance/HP cast mentioned/Harry does NOT like Omi 🥺)

🧠 After MC mysteriously disappears, the entire HL gang find a special time turner that sends them all into the future where they find MC, who has no idea who she really is. Will the gang get her back? (hijinks and hilarity/Imelda joins a rugby team/1800s wizards in the 2020s/they probably go to a concert/angsty/romance/amnesia)

Alternate HL Retelling

📝🍬🌶️ MC is stuck in a time loop where she goes back to the start of fifth year each time it ends, retaining her previous knowledge. On her seventh consecutive run through, she’s determined to get it right. (HL retelling/jaded MC/friends to lovers/MCxOminis/mentions of previous run-throughs/memories of spice/actual spicy scenes/MC goes through varying stages of being dominant)

🧠 Solomon is the one to use AK in the catacombs, and MC leaps in the way to save Sebastian. Something in him snaps when she dies, and Sebastian will stop at nothing to exact his revenge, and Ominis is willing to help. But how far is too far? (Dark!Sebastian)

Post-Hogwarts Bibbly Nonsense

📗🌶️ Sebastian is sent to Azkaban after fifth year despite MC and Omi wanting to protect him, and they work tirelessly to get him released – after several years, they succeed, but he’s a shell of his former self and needs some serious tlc to get back to normal (angsty/pain/romance/smut/wife-sharing/caring MC/engaged OminisxMC/NursingMCxSebastian)

Read it here

🗺️🌶️ At the end of fifth year, it’s not Anne that leaves to get her head together, it’s Ominis. Unable to cope with all that’s happened at the end of fifth year, he leaves Hogwarts in the middle of the night and no matter what MC and Sebastian do, they can’t find him. Several years later, they catch wind of concerning news: someone is systematically killing off members of the Gaunt Family, and their desperation to find their friend reaches fever pitch (Circumstantial Dark!Ominis/married SebxMC/smut/angst/OminisxMC)

📝🌶️ Ominis is captured by his family. When he returns, it’s as if the Gaunts have turned him into their perfect progeny, and he’s completely unrecognisable in character. Sebastian and MC have to find a way to draw out the Ominis they know and love, and their methods are a little unconventional. (locked in a room for a month/OminisxMC/SebastianxMC/Mind-Altered-Dark!Ominis/angst/enemies to lovers/muggleborn MC/smut)

Pure Filth

🗺️🌶️ MC, Seb and Omi’s first threesome (short/smut/Ominis needs coaxing/might include this in my main fic so)

🗺️🌶️ Garreth wants someone to try out his new potion, but after several hundred failed experiments, no one wants to drink it. He slips Ominis the potion when no one’s looking, and only MC can help him overcome the ‘hard’ effects he’s undergoing. Heh. (smut/desperately horny Ominis/Shy and embarrassed Ominis/Subinis)

🧠🌶️ Sebastian shows the world he’s just as happy and cheerful as he’s always been, but inside he’s suffering from all that happened in fifth year. He needs some love. (praise/adoration/Sub!Sebastian/angst/hurt-comfort/smut)

📝🌶️ A vengeful Hobhouse uses a permanent sticking charm to glue Ominis to the first person he walks next to, and that happens to be MC. They manage to get to the Undercroft and have to find a way to get out of their glued clothes. Shame MC wriggles so much. (Pure fucking smut)

🧠🌶️ After fighting a gang of poachers, Sebastian finds himself all tangled up. MC could help him out of this predicament, but why would she when he’s bound, helpless, and so very obviously aroused? (Smut/Bondage/Sub!Sebastian)

Other

📗🍬 A cat adopts Sebastian (cute/fluff)

Read it here

🧠🍬 Sallow Twins & Ominis hijinks (daft/fluffy/mischievous)

🧠 Leander has a crush on Anne. Sebastian is NOT happy. (protective brother Seb/he’s older by five minutes so he’s technically a big brother)

🧠 MC’s period is late. Sebastian and Ominis freak the fuck out. (funny/a bit angsty/she’s not actually pregnant thank fuck)

If y’all get inspired by these feel free to use the prompts, just drop me a credit as an inspo and I’ll do a silly happy dance 🥰 If there's a particular prompt you want me to focus on let me know and I'll try and force my fae-brain to behave and focus on that 💚

Masterlist

[naradivision]

Miraitabi at Hogwarts

AU inspired from (and maybe coexist along) this prompt started by @uenodivision

Oh, Merlin’s Beard… Not me popping the new spin-off LMAO

Also, before we hops onto this train, let me disclaim it clearly that there are a SH*TTON of my hallucination lore below... So, please feels free to speculate XD

Yer a wizard! O’ what house are you?

Official (Pottermore) | Replica 

Still looking for a wand?

Official (Pottermore) | Replica 

Discover your Patronus —the magical guardian will guide you the way

Official (Pottermore) | Replica

Disclaimer: The series “Harry Potter” belong to J.K. Rowling, and well, these headcanons of mine may not all follow to those quizzes above. And in case you’re going to try testing for multiple OCs, I suggest you to use the “Replica” link instead because the official tests are tied with the registered account (so for short it’s one account for one result from each test on official site).

⋆｡˚✶⋆ Anyway, LETZ GO ⋆✶˚｡⋆

—Yuuya

5th Year Gryffindor

Wand:  Black Walnut wood, 11 inches and reasonably supple flexibility with a core that claimed to be a unicorn hair 

Patronus:  A stag

Favorite Subjects:  Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Flying

Chaser on Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Adopts a stray Siamese cat named “Ojou-chan” as his pet

Often hangs out with his bestie from Hufflepuff

Quite a humble lad but tends to get himself into troubles because his wand like to act on its own…

However, looks like lately he has been given more chances to become more and more bolder

After discovers his wand has a weird relation toward a certain ghost, he soon makes up his mind to stick with her in order to find out why —It eventually develops into his voluntary will to help her find some clue about herself though

In fact; his current wand is the second one he won from disarming a smuggler that attacked his housemate for witnessing their illegal business at Shrieking Shack during his fourth year’s Hogsmeade trip, his first wand is broken due to this incident

Actually enjoys learning about charmwork but always gaslights himself into thinking he’ll never being good at it

Burntout teenage trying to find his own Lumos

At the beginning is about to get sorted as a Hufflepuff, but unknowingly, the old hat changes its answer at the last second and tells him that —He does remind it of someone

Half-blood; never knows his father is a wizard until he revealed to him after getting a divorce from his mom

Separated from his dear sister since young, also never heard anything from her ever since

His father passed away via an accident which Yuuya forever blames himself for not being able to do anything

—Asahi

5th Year Hufflepuff

Wand:  Cedar wood with a pheonix feather core, 10 inches, and pliant flexibility

Patronus:  A corgi

Favorite Subjects:  Potions, Herbology

Yuuya’s neighbor and childhood friend

Muggle-born, thus he is super curious to explore everything in wizarding world

Very very surprise for his invitation letter to Hogwarts and even more when learning someone who is like his brother-next-door is also a wizard

His letter came in pretty late, so that’s why he has entered in the same year as his younger friend

The Headache of Potions professor because he is quite obsessed with putting things he gets interested into a pot and sees if it’s gonna work

However, funnily enough; he is scoring well on this subject because of his accidental discovery on 50+ more easier unconventional ways to formulate the same potions with the same properties

Kinda knowledgeable about plants, knowing which kind could be edible and even how to make it taste good

Very great at baking and cooking, house’s elves are losing their career

Genuinely wants to befriend Hogwarts’s elves, but the elves don’t want to befriend him because he mostly doesn’t left his chores for them to do

Have a dream to open his own sweets shop in Hogsmeade

Whenever Gryffindor has a match with other houses, you can always finds him at the front-row seat cheering for his friend —Oh, that’s maybe the reason he sometimes earns a scowl from his housemates

A loyal buddy who is happy to tag along your adventure through thicks and thins

—Saigo

Alumnus of Ravenclaw

Wand:  Sycamore wood with a unicorn hair core, 12 ¾ inches, and unyielding flexibility 

Patronus:  A red-crowned crane

Expertise:  Arithmancy, Ancient Runes

New “Studies of Ancient Runes” Professor

Graduated with the highest scores on N.E.W.T.s. in his generation

Pure-blood but he’d rather judge you by your competence

(His paternal lineage except him and his father is known for being sorted into Slytherin)

Used to be a high-level executive who oversees the business with Gringotts but later got exploited by his own family, so currently he has accepted an offer to teach at Hogwarts as some breather

His hobby is experimenting new spells from runes

Secretly have an avid interest toward artifacts from all over the world

Known for his ability to cast multiple complex and functional spells all at once

Known for his always scowling face and strict nature, but in truth, he does care a lot about his students

Tired Dad™ even if he never has kid

Likely becomes the pseudo-parent to two kids and one ghost(?) as he often runs into their shenanigans by chance

And because he is technically new to the school, he doesn’t know much about its current situation until overhearing that something has gone suspense to the point authority might allow the Auror to station at Hogwarts just in case

Soon becomes suspicious of that one ‘Sneaky Cat’ who loves to loiter around his student and gets a bit unsettled knowing the school seems likely to ignore this invader

—Ange

Hogwarts’ little ghostie

Or that’s what she believes

Transparent Genki Girl with amnesia

She is still determined to know more about her past life though

Hogwarts ghosts are pretty welcome to her arrival, they often act like her parents and even becomes supportive of her whenever she wants to kick Peeves’s ass

Oh yeah, she has a beef with Peeves (Hogwarts’s Poltergeist) since that mischief likes to harass other students out there!

With her nature of ghost, she can pass through solid objects and is unable to physically touch something —However, unlike other ghosts, she has shown to be quite expressive and had her preferences leaning more aligned to those of the mortal ones

Looks all cute and smol but isn’t so harmless due to her bizarre ability to meddle with most kinds of magic, especially the magic from that wizard boy’s wand

Claims to be able to communicate with the magic power living within each person’s wand and is super curious to know what Hogwarts students normally learn in their classes

Yuuya has speculated that she might have used to live as a very powerful witch before passing away… But, who will know the truth anyway?

From what she could utmostly recall, she had come to haunting around the fringe of Forbidden Forest without any memory until one day the little cat lead its wizard boy to come across her by chance

That day she has gained her first wizard friend who is willing to talk with her and she is very appreciative of their friendship

Really, really LOVES to talk —Can’t never seem to shut up about something that piques up her interest

Together with her now two wizard friends, she is looking forward to any journey this wicked destiny would bring to herself

—“Mr Sneaky Paw”

Alumnus of Slytherin

Wand: Pine wood and a dragon heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, and supple flexibility

Patronus:  A black cat

Expertise:  Transfiguration, Nonverbal Spells

Cat Animagus 

Used to known as “Maverick of The House”

Half-blood but hid the fact only to let public know he is Muggle-born; guesses it’s needless to explain further ado about his reputation

A walking Marauder’s Map; already having every nook of Hogwarts mapped in his head

Secretive Bastard™ with Order of Merlin’s First-Class sass

Saigo doesn’t like him and the feelings are mutual

(His surrogate family is related to Saigo from his mother’s side and all were sorted into Ravenclaw)

Once being accused to work for Daily Prophet due to his habit to sneak around here and there but surprisingly isn’t

Here’s the second doubt for him being a Dark Arts appreciator since he seems to know a lot about it in great details —However, it’s still a mystery of which faction he truly affiliates to or why he had come to Hogwarts in the first place

Suggests “Nah we’d flee” for most fights, actually is a veteran duelist

The kind of quick caster who isn’t proficient at playing fair

Attempts to be friendly-friendly with Yuuya for unclear agenda despite their house’s enmity, he even goes as far as providing him some little helps and secretly looks out for him from the dark

...Lastly, shall we all raise our wands to pay respect for every greatest witch and wizard who had dedicated themselves to bringing this series to life...

Happy Halloween, guys 🪄

[thelittlestaxolotl]

Actually, what are the fight styles of all the guys?

Red: Short blades and a bow. If there's some critters nearby, he can ask them for help (he doesn't, usually)

Blue: Splash potions and occasionally fishing rod. He's much more dangerous under the water, though

Green: If it wasn't for his size, he would be great at sparring, but fighting someone bigger than a dryad is troubling for the fairy. He probably can throw stars in the enemy (are these tiny shurikens called stars in english too...?)

Yellow: Fishing rod, bow or a small sword, something unconventional will do too, he is inventive

Second: Drawing if he has the pencil, claws, sometimes tail or a sword. In general, everything that comes to hand

Alan: Only bow and occasionally a spear or a knife

Purple: He can't fight, though his mom used to give him sparring lessons. Not that it did much

King: Professional fighter. Sword, spear, bow, knives, axe, staff, sparring - basically everything you can think of. He sticks to the traditional methods of fighting

[nishayuro]

Cloud 9 - Obey Me! Barbatos

Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times

Genre: Fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort 

GN! Reader

A/N: Lmao im back with this, enjoy. Kinda self indulgent? Idk, midterms are coming up lmao

Synopsis: RAD has been too much for you, but luckily you have Barbatos by your side.

“I don't wanna seem the way I do, But I'm confident when I'm with you”

You’d think after 6 months in Devildom you’d be able to adapt by now, but well, things don’t always go as planned. It’s not that you’re dumb, it’s just that RAD is very much so different from what you’re used to in the human world. 

The normal English, Math, History and Science subjects have all been replaced with Curses and Hexes, Potions, History of the Devildom and Alchemy and Astronomy of the three realms. 

For someone who prides themself in being a good student, RAD was just stressing you out. You had no background with these subjects, not even knowing these things were real 6 months ago. And now you’re expected to go to classes which are on par with demons who have probably been taking these classes for years. 

You have no clue how you’ll do now that finals are coming up. You did kinda okay on your midterms, but they let it pass since you’re still adjusting. But now pressure has built up. Luckily, you have the wonderful demon prince’s butler who decided to help you out. 

“Lately all I feel is bad and bruised, Tired of tripping on my shoes”

“Hmm, how about we take a quick break? Relax yourself, MC. You’ve been too tense this whole session. Maybe some tea will help you loosen up. I’ll be right back.” Barbatos said, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. You’re now left with your notes and books alone, as you stare at the pieces of paper, your eyes begin to well up with tears. 

Your little crying session was not ignored by the demon butler, you were taken aback when a pair of arms went to hold yours. “Mc, talk to me. What is on your mind?” He asked, voice softer than what you’ve expected from someone like him. 

“I… I don’t want to disappoint Lord Diavolo or Lucifer if I fail my tests. I’ve been trying so hard and yet I still can’t understand or memorize the topics. And I don’t want to disappoint you, you’re helping me study even though you already have too much on your plate. I don’t want you to see me as a burden…” you trail off, voice cracking as you sobbed. 

“Mc, look at me.” he said, warmth in his voice. “I understand that you feel pressured, that your habits of aiming for the top are weighing you down. As much as we appreciate you trying your best for the exchange program, we understand if you’re not on par with the others. They’ve had years to learn these lessons. If anything, you should pride yourself that you’re able to catch and keep up with your classmates.” He replied. A finger wiping away at your tears.

“But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating”

“And you can never be a burden to me, I enjoy tutoring you. The demon brothers are always either with you or around you, so spending time alone with you is a rarity.” He admits, a smile forming from his mouth. “Just take it easy, MC. You will get the hang of it in the long run, you have more days here with us in the devildom. 

“I… Thanks, Barbatos. I needed that…” You answered, sobs coming to a stop. Barbatos leaves the room for a minute and comes back with the tea and other snacks. “Here, drink this. It will help with the nerves.” he says, offering the porcelain cup to me. The taste of Chamomile enters your tastebuds, anxiety calming down as you sip the hot beverage. 

“When I start to tumble from the sky, You remind me how to fly”

Days later, you are seen walking around RAD, seemingly looking for someone with a big grin on your face. “Hey, Solomon!” you shout, approaching the white haired sorcerer. “Oh, hey, MC. You look excited, what’s up?” He said, “I’m just looking for Barbatos, I wanna show him my finals!” you exclaimed in glee. 

“Oh?” a familiar voice reaches your ears, “Barbs!” you squealed as the butler approached. “How did your midterms go? From the looks of it, it went well?” he asked, standing next to Solomon. 

You happily showed the two men the papers, all scoring above 90. “Wow! Impressive, especially for someone who has just been exposed to all of this in six months, you’ve even beat the scores of the other demon brothers” Solomon praised, a smile on his lips. 

“It's all thanks to Barbatos who helped me study,” you replied, looking at said man who was currently holding your papers. “Well done, MC. I knew you would do it. I’m proud of you” He smiled, an aura of pride that could rival Lucifer’s surrounded him. 

As Solomon left you two, Barbatos approached you and placed his hand on your head, giving you a head pat. 

“Well done, my love.” he whispered, love falling out of his words, leaving your heart fluttering. 

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endorsed fic recs by me :)

Harry Potter Fandom (AO3 unless stated otherwise):

an october of unconventional courtships by GhostofBambi -  jily (james x lily); texting fic; muggle au

insane lord mortem by TheFeistyRogue -  crack fic; time travel

all my cards are here by haey1 - muggle band au; wolfstar (remus x sirius); jily (lily x james); dorlene (marlene x dorcas)

life and times by jewels5 (not on AO3) - jily (james x lily); mostly canon compliant (i actually don’t completely remember); sorta enemies to lovers

pad feet... padfoot! by Dreamer821, Larry_the_Potato - one shot; wolfstar (remus x sirius); very angsty and sweet; there are pretty serious mentions in here so be warned

can’t outrun love, but still gonna try by jamesilver - one shot; drarry (draco x harry); love potion but not what you expect; cheesy but adorable; oblivious harry (of course)

running on air by eleventy7 - one of my favorites; drarry (darco x harry); time turner fuck up; detective auror harry; trapped draco

all the young dudes by mskingbean19 - very controversial, i know but classic; canon compliant; remus pov; wolfstar (remus x sirius); jily (james x lily)

dancing on our own by maraudquxxrs - mostly canon compliant; perciver (percy x oliver); dancing around their rooms; idiots in love

the lad that loved you by MollyMaryMarie - angsty but like only in the second chapter; wolfstar (remus x sirius); hidden relationship; a lot of smut

turned tides by rsbarelle - canon divergence; jegulus (james x regulus); wolfstar (sirius x remus); regulus leaves home

lessen my load by moonymoment - laundromat love; muggle au; wolfstar (remus x sirius); failed at hiding; dorlene (dorcas x marlene); jily (james x lily)

disintegration by moonymoment - vampires and hunters; not finished; wolfstar (sirius x remus); sorta jily (james x lily); jegulus (james x regulus); marylily (mary x lily); vampire war; dorlene (dorcas x marlene); will drag you in by the hair

best friends brother by zeppazariel - muggle au; so so angsty; platonic regulus and remus; jegulus (james x regulus); wolfstar (remus x sirius); chef regulus!!; not available anymore

quite like us by alaraini - texting fic; wrong number; jegulus (james x regulus); established wolfstar; fluff so sweet it will rot your teeth

carry your baggage up my street by regulusprongs - texting fic; jegulus focused (regulus x james); probably other ships that i don’t remember; not finished; super sweet and fluffy; oh! marylily owns a bookstore!

chimaera and the wolf series by keysie - includes horcrux hunt and the missing link; regulus and remus platonic soulmates; remus “corrupts” regulus; wolfstar (remus x sirius); jily (james x lily) in horcrux hunt; jegulus (james x regulus) in the missing link; unfinished; but very good

staying stranger by 3amandcounting - starts off texting but is more prose now; not finished; wolfstar (sirius x remus); gender insanity; adhd sirius; demisexual remus; as much angst as there is fluff; fall in love over text

the summer of 1978 by postman - call me by your name except not in a creepy way; jegulus (regulus x james); endgame jily (james x lily) (yes they are endgame its call me by your name based); super sweet; devastating ending honestly

art heist, baby by otrtbs - if you don’t read a single one of these except this one, that would be so so okay; art heist (obvi); be gay do crimes; jegulus (james x regulus); wolfstar (sirius x remus); rosekiller (barty x evan); dorlene (marlene x dorcas); found family; main character death; bittersweet ending; this fic is incredible

dear cousin, love regulus by LLAP115 and XxTheDarkLordxX - regulus writes letters to draco; trying to be good draco and regulus; drarry (draco x harry); and most importantly: DRACO AND NEVILLE FRIENDSHIP!! (i loved their friend ship so much)