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suiseisyojo · 1 year

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please give me all your love

「riddle rosehearts, lilia vanrouge, vil schoenheit x gn!reader」 ↳ in which you accidentally drink a love potion and fall for the one who's always harbored unrequited feelings for you. [part 2 here] cw: angst, suggestive themes (all)

[riddle rosehearts]

You two were childhood friends and Riddle’s been in love with you ever since he could remember; it was ironic, truly, that after consuming a love potion, he was the first person you sought out. Trusting in his judgment to know what to do under these circumstances. Didn't you know that the potion would make you fall for him? How could you be so utterly reckless?

Everyone at Heartslabyul already knew of the Housewarden's surreptitious soft-spot for you in spite of his objections to it. You always obeyed the rules, following them to the best of your ability—even when you were frustrated with them, all because, "I like the Queen of Hearts, too♪".

But Riddle's feelings blossomed much sooner than that. When you'd write him letters under the guise of educational tips with a secret code hidden inside so that his mother wouldn't be overly suspicious. When you'd taken him gently by the hand, holding onto him with such strength, as if you were afraid he'd slip from your fingers, and told him, "I like being your friend, Riddle. You're super smart, and you always let me be myself! You're the only one who can do that for me!".

Which is why it hurt when he felt your arms wrap around him, hands lingering around his waist in an intimate way you'd never do with a friend. Words of praise and adulation left your mouth, dripping like a sickening honey. "I love you, Riddle. You're so cute when you blush⋯ Hey, we've been together all this time, we should stay together forever⋯"

“[Name], d-don’t kiss there; that’s inappropriate⋯!”

With your body pressed tautly against his back as his arms carried you back to your dorm, Riddle felt your lips press quick, feverish kisses along the nape of his neck; the sensation evoking goosebumps to cascade across his sensitive skin as frissons of heat rippled down the column of his spine.

The dulcet sound of your sweet, breathless giggles filled his ears as you suppressed the compulsion to smother his skin in your kisses. And Riddle couldn’t help but recollect the copious times as kids he was left to your whims, incapable of doing anything but following along.

“We’re not children anymore, if it’s carrying you like this, I can handle it,” Riddle retorted curtly. It was frustrating when you refused to listen to his scoldings, especially in this situation where your mind was rapt with fabricated affection. “⋯ Hah, they’re not listening anymore.”

Riddle entered within your room, setting you down onto the bed with the utmost caution. Left in his care, you were peering up at him with pleading, dewy eyes; and he heaved a sigh in response. “You’ll kick up a fuss if I leave, so I’ll stay. But you’re not to leave the room until the potion wears off, got it?”

As you nodded your head, Riddle went to whirl around on his heel and head over to your desk when you abruptly entwined your arms around his neck and tugged him down—your lips meeting his. “Mmph! [Name], what are you⋯?!” Riddle breathed out, tinctures of desperation and panic heady in his voice, before he felt you press another kiss against him.

You pulled him into you further, allowing his weight to descend overtop of you as you hopelessly deepened the kiss. Deeper, deeper; you pressed him into you despite his protests.

“——You’re a cruel person, [Name]! Do you even know how much I love⋯” Cutting himself off tersely, Riddle seized your shoulders and pushed you back away from him as he swiftly stood up.

Vexation was acrid on Riddle’s tongue as he was maddened with your naivety, your thoughtlessness, and he gritted his teeth together and snapped at you, “Stay in bed. If you come any closer to me, it’s off with your head, you understand right?”

The feel of your lips sunk into his rapid pulse, permeating a warmth that ached—but the thought of experiencing it again was nothing more than an unimaginable wonderland.

[lilia vanrouge]

Lilia never expected you to return his love—he truly felt content in how your relationship currently was; doting on you whenever you were overburdened by the bits and pieces of life’s difficulties and were in need of a little spoiling⋯ in need of him and the advice he can offer.

That's why, when Lilia had heard you’d drinken a love potion, he was quick to be at your side. He couldn’t let anyone take advantage of you, could he? He always, perpetually, looked after you! As soon as he questioned how you were doing, he found you suddenly clinging on him; and that’s when he realized what was going on. The love potion had made you fall in love with him.

"Lilia-san, my chest hurts. It's overflowing because of you!" The darling words spilled from your lips as you enveloped him in your arms, taking hold of him like he was your everything.

Soothing hands cascaded through your hair, ameliorating your fear towards the inundation of new feelings. Lilia was here, as he always was, soothing you; taking care of you.

“You’re eager, little one. But you shouldn’t be doing this,” Lilia’s low, modulated voice whispered against your ear with an almost teasing lilt as you squirmed in his lap; yearning for his hands on you. “⋯ Why? Because this isn’t how you truly feel. It’s just the effects of the potion you drank.”

Lilia’s lithe fingers brushed away strands of your hair from sticking to your face, luxuriating in how your body flushed from his simple, yet loving, actions. You were too adorable like this, pliable and receptive to his every movement in a way he’d never seen from you before.

Rubbing your cheek against his, you smoothed your hand over his chest and tapped the tips of your fingers along with the beat of his heart; his heart that thumped and thumped in its socket, thrumming warmth along his body.

“Fine, just a little. I’ll give you some love♪”

Planting feathery kisses into the crook of your neck, Lilia placed a hand on your back as he massaged languid, affectionate circles into you. He could feel your body begin to tremble as a smile curved on your lips, reveling in how he was finally showering you in his love.

Lilia never considered himself a selfish person—he always took your feelings into consideration when he interacted with you, keeping you at arm’s length with his scares and equally inane pranks.

But as he held you, he felt a greedy vine slither between and around his ribcage; encasing his heart with thorns that perforated his resolve, letting his forbidden devotion leak out. The desperate, unending need to have you be his in a way unlike before.

“Are you satisfied yet?” Lilia asked softly as he removed his lips from your neck, your supple skin that shimmered from the saliva left behind. A slow, deep corruption until the potion wears off and you can never return. “No? My my, you’re almost as greedy as me, little one.”

[vil schoenheit]

At first, Vil was furious with you—how could you be so ignorant and stupid as to drink a potion without knowing what it’ll do to you? That was⋯ until the person whose affections you were sworn to have was him.

Hearts rose from the depths of your eyes, illuminating your innocence. You followed him everywhere, desperate for just a glimpse at the man who swallowed your mind whole. "Vil-san, you're perfect. You’re all I can see and feel."

Vil had always knew you didn’t love him in the way he loved you. Yet, still, he was persistent in attaining your love. One day, you’d be his; and he’d never give up on it. The graceful and talented one who wove him the finest outfits with all your skills and devotion. The one who sits through lectures and lessons out of reverence in order to cultivate your knowledge on fashion and beauty. Never cutting any corners.

He’ll “eat” up the you who’s drowning in forbidden love for him and melt it into reality, make it come true; as if the effects of the love potion were simply your feelings since the start.

A silky, lustrous mouth sucked on your ear, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting your sensible lobe to his painted lips. In each teardrop clinging to your lashes, Vil could see your need for him—and it only exacerbated the unabating longing in his chest.

Vil’s slender finger traced along your jawline, tilting your head upwards to gaze upon his impassioned countenance. “Simply perfect. With your lips trembling, breaths thickening⋯ you’re like a ripe fruit. It’s divine,” he praised you, haughty and amorous. “No matter how embarrassing it is, this is who you are.”

Being the one to bring you such heights of beauty and pleasure, Vil was beyond pleased with your quivering body laid beneath him on his bed. His hands moved across your body with such a precision of ardency, it was ethereal. It made you feel hot, needy.

Vil brought his lips down to your exposed collarbone, nibbling at the skin; a sweet scent rose from your heated flesh, letting him suck on the honey-like essence. “Look over there, my doll, in that mirror,” he instructed you, nails digging into your thigh as you obediently did as you were told.

However, upon seeing the silhouette of your own body shaking from your gratification, you squeezed your eyes shut. “Hey, don’t look away. This is what you wanted, right? To receive all my love like this⋯ am I wrong?” A wicked laugh bubbled on his lips, his lips that were still pressed against your clavicle, and the motion magnified his kisses.

Now that he’s gotten a taste, Vil would stop at nothing to continue to devour you—he wanted this sight of you all to himself a little longer. Even if all that reflected in your glossy eyes were nothing more than a sweet lie.

“The ‘you’ who doesn’t hold back in your desires is the most beautiful of them all.”

#riddle rosehearts #lilia vanrouge #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #x reader #gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #love potion series

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doctorsiren · 1 month

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Doodle requests O_o

What about maybe doodling Varian?

You know who I am hehe ^_^

Hmmm now I wonder who asked this…/silly

#doctorsiren #tangled the series #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian #digital art #my art #procreate #doodle requests #what a silly little guy #concocting a devious potion or something idk I haven’t watched the show yet (but I should honestly do that this summer hehe)

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kicktwine · 3 months

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many people leaving incredibly good analysis on my post. however I have experienced many pieces of media, many of which have all the aspects of kingdom hearts. many of which have the formula down, the length, the mystery, the dedication, nostalgia, emotions, sincerity, goofiness. I just think Nomura accidentally put something highly radioactive in there without realizing and no other explanation will suffice to explain why it makes you go crazy insane

#kipspeak #it’s arrogant for me to assume other things haven’t done what kh has done. therefore there’s probably ghosts in it #nomura’s special potion #I make light of it but truly I don’t think you can point to anything big the series does as the root cause #I think you just have to accept the 3699448 item stack as a special recipe like a dog whistle. Makes some animals go nuts #emetophobia tw — I get anxiety around anticipation a lot. Like if I have to wait for something to happen it makes me nauseous #I threw up waiting for a dark road stream to finish. why did I do that. I wasn’t particularly attached to dark road.#IT’S BECAUSE IT WAS KINGDOMHEARTS. STUPID GAME

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slow-motionlovepotion · 11 months

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𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: boston era! joel x f!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3.1k

𝒂/𝒏: Kept Woman blew up in a way I wasn’t expecting so here’s part two, sorry it took so long. Also there’s some Tess-bashing in this, I’m not a Tess hater I actually really like her (if you’ve read light then you know). ~ no beta, we die like men - minors do not interact.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ ~ sex work, blowjobs, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dirty talk, manhandling, choking, some slapping (just the once), possessive!joel, degrading language (whore), idk i think that's everything

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Joel wants to know more about your previous clients, it's a possessive thing.

⇠ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

That thing you didn’t want; Tess knocking at your door, mouth set in a scowl, asking questions.

That happens.

“A little birdy told me you’ve stopped workin’” She remarks as she paces your apartment, fingers trailing along your bookcase, dancing over the wooden jewellery box, the one that’s stuffed full of the ration cards from Joel and the spare pills he’d pushed under your door.

The pills. You’d expected to wait a day or two for Joel to drop them by but they’d been there when you woke up the next morning, a torn book page folded into an envelope containing four pills, the instruction to take two scribbled inside. You hadn’t questioned it, Joel was a man of many connections, could get pretty much anything anyone wanted. But the pills, they weren’t his, they were hers. And she’d clearly noticed some were missing.

“He’s a good fuck, isn’t he?” she tries the lid of the box, locked. It wouldn’t take much for her to break it open, you both know that. But she doesn’t need to, the implication is enough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you act confused, it’s worth a shot.

“Don’t play dumb with me” she scolds “I know those pills were for you and I know it was him. See whoring is a smart woman's game but Joel, he can convince you to do stupid things with the right words” She’s not wrong; the right words, his cock hitting just the right way, you’d walk through fire if he told you to.

“I did what I was paid for. If you have an issue with that maybe you should take it up with him Tess” You tread carefully, you don’t want to get into their business.

“Just be careful, he’ll break your heart baby” She coos as the door slams shut behind her.

So, you assume, that’s what accounts for the second time you find Joel knocking at your door.

“Come to check on me?” you ask as you half open the door.

Joel just hums, arm resting on the doorframe, crowding your space. He slips past you when you open the door further and step back.

“You wear this for your other clients?” he asks, pinging the thin strap of your nightdress on your shoulder as he goes.

“I don’t have any other clients” your answer is deliberately evasive but you want him to know you’ve done what he asked.

“Hmm, that doesn’t answer my question” he turns to face you, a stack of ration cards landing on the table, thinner than last time but much more than you would’ve made in the time since his last visit.

“No” you admit, then you decide to join Joel in his game “they usually prefer me naked. If I remember correctly you prefer me naked as well”

“Such a mouth on you” he takes a dining chair this time, aged wood creaking with his weight “Lets see what that mouth can do huh?”

His eyes flick to the floor between his spread thighs and you know the drill. You drop to your knees, shuffling the last few inches until you’re comfortably between his legs. It’s not comfortable at all actually, with the rough wooden floor scratching your knees and you know you’ll have scrapes and bruises tomorrow.

“Don’t you look pretty on your knees?” you admire him from the floor, giving him a look you hope is seductive.

Joel doesn’t move, hands resting on his thighs, dark gaze fixed on you with interest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging up the inside of his legs. You stop when you reach his belt, silently questioning, he raises his eyebrows, jaw twitching in challenge. You work slowly, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zip down to reveal his cock beneath the denim.

He’s only half hard when you take him in your hand, stroking him with a firm grasp. He’s thick, you’d felt the blissful ache for days after the last time, and even in this state your hand looks small around him. Brushing your thumb over his head you feel him harden under your fingers, his thighs tensing around you.

Gripping around the base you lean forward, tongue dragging from where your hand grasps him up to the tip, flicking over the head. You don’t take your eyes off his when you slip his cock between your lips, mouth tightening around him. You keep your focus on his head, tongue swirling with a soft moan as he quickly hardens and twitches in your mouth.

“Stop playing games, this ain’t what I'm paying you for” he grits out, hand fisting into your hair, pushing you down his length. It’s harsh but you take it in your stride, hollowing your cheeks and sucking, bobbing your head slowly.

His hand remains in your hair, encouraging you to take more until he hits the back of your mouth. Joel lets out a groan when he feels the resistance, hand tightening in your hair as he forces himself past the barrier, thick tip sinking into your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, tha’s it, take it” Joel hisses

His hips jerk, forcing another inch into your aching throat causing you to choke around him. He keeps you there, both hands now tangled in your hair, thick cock blocking your airway as you breathe deeply through your nose. Your eyes are watering, tears spilling down your cheeks and you’re dribbling down the length of him that you can’t take. Your throat protests, gagging around the intrusion and you swallow to ease the discomfort.

Joel pulls you off him, cock spasming as if trying to find the wet heat of your mouth again

“Now where'd you learn how to do that?” he asks, tilting his head

“From being a whore” you pant, desperately trying to catch your breath, tears still flowing freely down your face.

Joel laughs, “Must’ve been the best damn whore around”

“You thought so” you shoot back, taking his leaking cock back into your mouth, swollen lips taking him all the way to the hilt. His groan when you do is deep and loud, echoing off the walls of your apartment.

He doesn’t push this time, lets you take the lead with slow bobs of your head, hand working the lower half of his cock, wet with your drool. Your eyes roll in your head relishing the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth, neglected pussy clenching around nothing. The taste of salt leaks onto your tongue, and you pull up to lap at the beads of precum pooling at his tip.

Before he can protest you take him again, your jaw aches from his size but you like it especially when Joel gasps, it’s almost a whine, and your eyes flick to his, the tops of his ears turning pink. You moan around him, noise vibrating your mouth and his hips buck, chin dropping to his chest, jaw falling open and a hand tightening in your hair.

The hand in your hair pulls your mouth off him and he drags you to your feet as he stands, it’s rougher than you think he meant, his grip loosening when he sees you wince. Your legs tingle as the blood returns to them and you think they might give out beneath you. It’s a non issue though when Joel pushes your body against the table, helping you climb on with a firm grip around your arm.

His jeans pool round his ankles, buckle clanging against the floor as he pulls your legs apart and steps between them, pushing the hem of your nightie up your thighs, revealing your bare cunt to him “No panties?” He questions darkly.

“You stole my nice pair” you remind him. Like he’d forgotten. Like he hadn’t wrapped them around his cock as he fucked his fist thinking about you.

His cock smears sticky fluid on your inner thigh when he pulls your hips to the edge of the table, hooking his arm under your knee, hand braced on the table next to your hip. His other hand fists his cock, notching at the entrance of your cunt.

“Joel, c’mon fuck please” you beg, desperate to feel him, get some relief, rocking your hips down to let him know just how much you want him.

“So pretty when you beg” he utters, nose nudging at your jaw as his teeth scrape at your neck and jaw. “Did you beg the others like this?”

His question throws you slightly but you respond honestly “Sometimes. Never-” he pushes the tip of his cock into your pussy and your eyes drop closed heavily “Oh fuck, never meant it though”

Joel groans at your answer, “Fuckin’ soaked baby” he grits out when there’s no resistance and he sinks into you, inch by inch. You take all of him, thick tip reaching so deep inside your legs shake, the stretch of his cock is even better than last time, the way he fills you is glorious.

When your arm propping you up gives out and you fall back flat on the table Joel takes the opportunity to pull your leg tight against his chest, ankle hooked over his shoulder, spreading you open even further, allowing him even deeper. The swell of your breasts threaten to spill out over the top of your nightdress as your fingers tighten around the edge of the table above your head.

Joel starts moving, slow deep strokes that leave you breathless and desperate. Your back arches from the table when he pulls out and rests his leaking tip at your entrance. The sound he pulls from you when he pushes back in is sinful, grinding himself deep until you’re moaning and blindly reaching out to clutch at his bicep.

“Fuck, Jo-el, too much” you whine out, his cock buried so deep you’re sure you can feel it in your stomach.

"No darlin’, no y’gonna take it, you were just begging for it" He coos, punishing you with another sharp thrust, except this time it’s a reward, an eye rolling, thigh shaking, back arching reward.

“Oh my- fuck, oh my god Joel” you moan, walls already fluttering around him.

When he finally starts moving, snapping his hips back and forth with practised ease you go slack. A too sharp thrust hurts and you claw at the table, trying to drag yourself away from the intrusion but Joel doesn’t let you, his grip tightening around your thighs, one held against his chest, the other pinned to the table. You writhe beneath him, it’s all too much and not enough at the same time, every slam of his hips pushing him up against that spot inside of you. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure and Joel has you riding it, thick cock abusing your pussy as you squirm restlessly beneath his attentions.

“Shit, anyone else fuck you this good?” He already knows the answer but he wants to hear you say it, he wants to hear how good he makes you feel.

“No, no, just you” you whimper with a shake of your head “so good, so fucking good” his thrusts have the table legs squeaking against the floor.

“Yeah, I’ll treat you good” he groans, teeth grazing your ankle as he fucks himself into you.

“Yeah” you breathe in agreement. You know he will, he is, and you can’t decide if it’s foolish to fall into something that’s clearly becoming more complicated the longer he spends inside you.

“Any of those other guys make you come darlin’?” His questions are so possessive, he wants to know, he wants you to tell him he’s the best you’ve ever had and you will because fuck, he is the best you’ve ever had.

While you’re trying to think, racking your brains, running through the months of clients, Joel doesn’t stop thrusting, making it entirely too hard to focus on giving him an answer. A firm slap to your cheek snaps you out of your thoughts as your eyes fly open to meet Joel’s dark stare. If you could get away with it, you’d lie and say you hated it, that the contact of his palm with your skin wasn’t electrifying, that your cunt doesn’t tighten and a gasp doesn’t get caught in your throat.

Except you can’t lie, you can’t deny it because it is electrifying and your pussy does clench and your breath catches brokenly. And Joel knows, his eyes flash and his lips pull into a smirk, hand wrapping gently around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, just enough to keep you focused.

“Asked you a question darlin’, any of them make you come like I do?” You immediately shake your head, not wanting to find out what happens if you ignore him for a second time.

Joel continues to drive his cock into you like it’s the only thing he knows, hips flush with yours with every thrust, filling you with a satisfying ache. You can feel the tendrils of your orgasm creeping over you, blooming from that sweet spot he hits every time he fucks into you.

“Tha’s right,” he purrs. “‘Cause you’re mine, an’ you’re gonna come f’me.” it’s not a question, it’s a command.

“Yes, yes fuck I’m gonna come” You cry out, body seizing as the edge of your orgasm comes into grasp.

Your cunt tightens around him, burning with how he fucks you into it, it’s torture and bliss combined. His hand around your throat tightens quickly, and you immediately start to feel dizzy, you know he could kill you if he wanted to but here, like this, with his cock pounding into you and your orgasm wracking your body, you’d die happy. When his grip loosens and the blood and oxygen return to your brain you finally shatter, legs shaking, nails clawing at his hand still around your throat. You choke out his name as your walls clench around him, unable to hear his mumbles of praise over the sound of your own heartbeat hammering inside your chest.

You come back to earth to the sound of his hips slapping against your thighs and a wet squelch each time you take him, slick with your release.

“Again” he commands with a hiss. “Gimme another one”

“Joel no, I can’t-” you whine, thrashing uselessly against his grip.

“I said again whore” And there it is, the word that has you throbbing around him, that has your head thrown back and your fingers scratching the table “Tha’s it, gonna do as I say and come round my cock again like the whore you are”

God it’s disgusting. It’s degrading and it’s fucked up but you fucking love it. As long as Joel keeps wanting you like this, keeps fucking you like this, you’ll be whatever he wants.

He helps you over the edge this time, sucking one thumb into his mouth before bringing it down to your clit, quick sweeps, up and down, coaxing your second climax far too easily.

You can't do anything but whimper pathetically as you come undone again, content to let it wash over you. Your release comes in waves, as soon as you think it's over another crashes into you, dragging you under until your mind is completely numb to anything but your pleasure. Tears dampen the hair at the side of your head when it becomes too much but Joel doesn’t let up even a bit, harsh thrusts pushing you into each wave, holding you underwater until you feel like you’re fighting for each breath.

“God damn- baby” he groans and the sound of his voice makes you keen, mewling and writhing beneath him as the waves finally subside, turning into gentle ripples of pleasure.

Exhausted, you slump against the table, leg falling from his shoulder he catches your knee, pushing it up against your chest as he falls forward, covering your body with his. Your oversensitive walls try desperately to accommodate him at the new angle and it feels good, too good. The feel of him, his weight, his warmth, it’s intimate, just like last time. But this time he doesn’t pull away, keeps his hand around your throat and his mouth sucking at your jaw. His lips drag across the skin of your cheek, the one that still stings from his earlier treatment, as if in apology, hot breath soothing like a kiss.

Oh, what you’d give to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours and his tongue working into your mouth. And god his tongue, what would his tongue feel like in other places, lapping at your clit and fucking your leaking cunt. The thought is almost, almost, enough to spark another wave of arousal but you’re content to just feel him, more than satisfied with the two orgasms he’s pulled from you.

The pace of his hips becomes shorter, faster, you can tell he’s about to come when his thrusts become erratic, you can feel the throb of his cock as he barrels towards his own release, a whispered “Fuck, gonna-” against your ear.

Joel pulls out at the very last second, like he can’t decide where he wants to finish. He groans loudly as he comes, the sound echoing in your little apartment, he doesn’t even touch himself, doesn’t wrap his hand around his cock and finish himself off, his thick cock pulsing between you, spurting ropes of cum over your belly and chest, staining the black fabric with streaks of pearly white.

“Mine” he growls, “All mine, just… jus- for me.”

He rides it out with languid rolls of his hips, rutting against your cunt until he slows to a stop with a shudder and a final groan. It’s unexpectedly arousing, watching him come, marking you as his. Laying beneath him with his come splattered all over you and bruises smattering your skin from his fingertips and teeth, there's nowhere else you’d rather be.

Joel swipes his fingers through the mess he’s made over you before bringing his fingers to your mouth, slipping his cum-covered digits between your lips. You moan as you allow him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his fingers, ensuring they’re completely clean before you release them with a pop.

“So good, good girl” You expect him to pull back, shove his softening length back into his jeans and leave but he slumps heavily over you, uncaring that his release is smearing on the fabric of his shirt. The hand around your throat traces soothing circles into the skin while Joel continues to murmur in your ear. “My girl, my whore”

Eventually, Joel does pull away and you’re suddenly cold without his body pressed into yours, despite knowing better, you miss him, the feel of him at least. He helps you sit up, surprising you, and you think himself, when he brushes his fingers across the marks along your jaw, the tender action making your stomach twist.

With a dark smirk his fingers tighten, coaxing your eyes up to look at him, “Mine”

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milkbreadtoast · 5 days

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started reading this one and there's only 11 eps out but it's really cute so far i like it... clicked on it bc the art looked rly good and IT IS i like the art style a lot and it's v well drawn... its also funny and i like the mc a lot shes cute?? obv 11 eps isnt enough to say much abt where the story will go but im enjoying it so far at least 👀... it feels like im watching a cute lighthearted anime haha.. ALSO LOOK HOW GORGEOUS THE ART IS

#the potion witch #webtoon recommendation #IM JUST GLAD THE PRETTY ART ISNT WASTED ON A BORING SERIES #AND THE ART ACTUALLY IS RLY GOOD like u can tell the artist knows how to draw #like those ch illustrations r so lovely #gives it a manga vibe... how nice...#pacing does feel v lighthearted but i dont mind it... again it feels like watching an anime?#and theres hints at a tragic backstory n stuff so im seated #mc is v cute i like her #and my fav is the silver haired guy 🤭 I LOVE HIM SM ALREADY #talk tag #i was kinda hoping there wouldnt be romance but i glanced at the kr thumbnails and i think there will be #but i dont mind as long as its well written so... its fine

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Magical Education in Harry Potter

I have continued reading snippets of HP and I realized once again how...boring the magic is in HP. Besides Snape, Dumbledore and Voldemort I think, no one in HP really does anything exceptional or innovative with their magic. Well...there are the Marauders with their map and their animagus transformations. Plus the Weasley twins are super creative too with their products. But I think that's it really. I will be mega generous and throw in Draco fixing the cabinet and Hermione's DA coins too.

Not even Harry Potter, who is supposed to be the chosen one and hero of the story, does anything great. He's tragically mediocre and not in a good way. I do not consider summoning a patronus at 13 to be a marvel. Considering he had special lessons from Lupin and his performing the spell is not really a special/new/creative magical endeavour.

The muggle world has great technological innovations. But wizards are not innovating magic on the same level at all. And I think part of the problem is their magical education system.

First, starting to learn magic at 11 is total rubbish. Using Avatar: The Last Airbender as an example. Learning magic at 11 is comparable to someone learning they can bend at 5 but they don't start training until 11. Or someone in our world has prodigious abilities but they don't train until high school. Do you see how dumb this is?

So in the meantime, wizard kids have this power that they can't control properly. It's not that big of a deal if the kid has a magical family but what about mugglebornes like Hermione or kids who grew up in muggle families like Harry?? Harry was literally a hazard to the Dursleys in more ways than one and it's understandable, not excusable, that they hated him.

Plus Hermione's character is annoying due to her role as an exposition device. It's tiresome that a muggleborne girl is constantly showing up purebloods who literally grew up around magic. As the books go on, she takes over Ron's role in the trio as the magical common sense guy. In reality, mugglebornes should be at a major disadvantage. Let's say I am trying to learn Spanish. I have no Spanish-speaking family. And let's say I end up in a class of immigrant kids whose parents all speak Spanish. They may not be fluent themselves but they have a huge headstart on me. In time I will catch up to them, especially if I work hard like Hermione, but initially, I would perform worse than them. As first years, the pureblood and halfblood kids should be blowing Hermione out of the water. If not for the entire first year then at least the first semester/term.

So how would I fix this issue? Four ways:

Magical kindergarten/elementary school

Hogwarts should be a highschool/college level institution. Or maybe Hogwarts could have different school levels. Kids should learn the introductory concepts for Charms, Transfiguration, Potions etc in primary/elementary school or even from their freaking parents. Ron's intro scene with that make my rat yellow prank spell was just sad. And having Hermione call him out for the spell not being real was just more salt in my annoyance. As kids, they learn the basics like wand movement, magic theory and safety. And basic spells.

Advanced learning

When they go to Hogwarts they should focus more on application and higher levels of theory. For example: Magical Ethics (what are the moral boundaries of magic **cough**rapedrugs**cough**polyjuicepotion**cough**), Magical Research (do projects/experiments to learn more about the nature of magic, like how is elf magic different from wizard magic), Spellmaking (why is Snape the only dude in HP inventing spells!), Improvised Spells (like in Wizards of Waverly Place), Magic Economics (how does magic work with the concept of scarcity, what is scarcity in the wizarding world), Magical Defense (not just against the dark arts but basic defence like self-defence in our world and perhaps survival skills) etc. They should learn non-verbal and non-wand magic as well of course. Maybe this could be taught at the end of primary school or the beginning of Hogwarts. Instead of the very end of their Hogwarts education.

Accessible classes for mugglebornes

So what about mugglebornes, you say? Well, there are two options. You can provide after-school classes for muggleborne students to learn magic before they attend Hogwarts. Think of extra lessons or night classes in our world. Or you can send the mugglebornes to summer school(s) before Hogwarts which leads me to my next point.

Different Class Tracks

Put muggleborne kids in a different class track from the purebloods/halfbloods who went to magical primary. Like how we have advanced classes for students who are super bright or slower-paced classes for students who need extra help. Students like Hermione would gradually graduate to the advanced track while lazier students like Harry may stay in the slower track. Or maybe bright students like Hermione could do placement tests to get into the advanced track from the start. Some pureblood students could even be demoted to the slower track if they begin to goof off (maybe Ron) or need extra help (maybe Neville). And you can mix and match! So Neville would be in Class 1 Herbology but Class 2 Potions :). Maybe Harry would be in Class 1 DADA but Class 2 Potions etc.

If lack of teachers is an issue, then pureblood families would teach their own kids and the primary school would be exclusively for muggleborne kids and/or pureblood/halfblood kids whose parents can't provide tutoring.

Conclusion

So yeah, that's how I would revamp the school system. Hogwarts is a weird school. Like students leave as adults but leaving Hogwarts feels like leaving primary school. I never felt prepared for the world after highschool but at least we have college/university. Even if HP has trade schools/apprenticeships for jobs like healing and being an auror, I think their magical education is seriously lacking. And the spellwork in HP is honestly very lame. Wands just end up being like guns. More battles should be like the Voldy vs Dumbles fight in book 5.

Magic should be something kids learn from the cradle. Magic is not a subject like Math is. Magic is literally part of who they are. Learning magic should be treated like learning how to groom yourself, eat healthily or even speak. It's strange how Hogwarts and the ministry restrict students from learning magic outside of classes. Maybe it's a conspiracy??

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#harry potter #hogwarts #ao3 #fanfic #tiktok #harry potter series #draco malfoy #tom felton #professor malfoy #harry potter fandom #potions #ai artwork #ai image #ai generated #ai art #ai

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thirdtidemouse · 5 months

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ughhhh sketchbook art school au... charcoal-smudged illustrator johanna who wears hiking trousers to school nervously starting a conversation with anemic photographer kaisa who smells like chemicals..... they sit opposite during life drawing workshops and have to draw each other. they run smack into each other in the darkroom. they are very clever apart and very stupid as a pair

#analogue photography is literally like magic to me of course thats what kaisa does.#what do you mean those pictures just appeared? when it was a blank piece of paper before? and you didn't even touch it?#oh you dipped it in a dangerous potion? riiight right ok #johanna #kaisa #hilda the series #hilda netflix #sketchbook #sketchbook ship #art school au

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blue-solstice · 1 year

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Hope you’re not sick of my witch designs yet 😗 If you’re interested at all in what I imagine this version of our boi is like then read on! Otherwise, I hope I did him justice. 🥰🦝🧪 please let me know if my writing is illegible and I can transpose the notes here. Thanks!

I designed this version of Varian to be kind of a ✨ wandering scholar ✨ He and Ruddiger are travelling the overworld, getting into trouble and stealing apples, lol. I don’t imagine he actually has much magic himself, though whatever power he has, he likes to imbue into objects. If this was, like, an RPG, I can see Varian having moves that inflict damage and/or status affects through his alchemy and automatons. He’s probably more clever than he is strong, with his physical attacks being ranged and using his good aim to make critical hits.

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concidineart · 11 months

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Hermitcraft Character Design Event Week 3

Event by @shepscapades

#shepshermitdesign23 #hermitcraft #mcyt #pearlescentmoon #fwhip #empires smp #fwhip's hardcore series #For Pearl i decided to design her as if she'd done her alien base in empires instead #her exports are potions and amethyst #alien pearl #for fwhip I went for Cartoon Saloon's style #aaaand it ended up more of a scene than a character design

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#Legend of Zelda Series #wind waker #ww gcn #nintendo #nintendo gamecube #liad post #gif #shopkeeper #Homes and Shops #potion shop #ww potion shop #flashing lights #2024

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Hello! I absolutely adore your TWST love potion HCs and I'd love it if you did one for Idia too!

a/n: thank you so much, i'm so happy you like them! i'm sorry this is a little belated, i've had idia's segment done for the longest time but i felt awkward only uploading 1 character LOL but i hope this was worth the wait, and that you enjoy! thanks for requesting!♪

「idia shroud, silver x gn!reader」 ↳ in which you accidentally drink a love potion and fall for the one who’s always harbored unrequited feelings for you. [parts 1 + 2] cw: angst, suggestive themes (all), reader is based off hen wen (silver)

[idia shroud]

Everyone knew how difficult it was to befriend Idia—an introverted, pessimistic shut-in with no social awareness—and yet, you found yourself on amiable terms with him. The two of you bonded over your mutual love for 〈Precipice Moirai〉. You confided in Idia about how their music aided you in troubling times, and your relationship began to blossom deeper and deeper from then onwards.

But Idia's feelings for you were much more profound, severing the border between 'like' and 'love'. Ortho was aware of these feelings Idia possessed, encouraging him to be open with you; yet Idia would always, always refute, ”There’s no way they’d love someone like me. If I ever confessed, I can hear the way they’d say, ‘Ew, why would I date a walking corpse like him?’!!”.

And so, when you had accidentally consumed a love potion and began lavishing heaps of affection onto him, him of all people!, Idia was at a complete loss on what to do. "Idia-san, I'm going crazy. I need you, my heart is on fire because of you," you softly spoke to him, fingers grasping his sweater.

Ortho giggled at the sight of you cooing at him, before letting it slip that Idia loved you. "Isn't this great, Nii-san? [Name]-san's heart rate is 114 beats per minute, all from looking at you! They must love you, too!" Oh no, oh no, oh no⋯ Ortho, no!

“Aah! I can’t believe Ortho outed me like that⋯!!” Idia lamented, his scorching cheeks hidden behind overly long sleeves of his sweater. Thanks to his little brother admitting to you that Idia’s always harbored feelings for you, you were even more obdurate on receiving his affections while under the love potion’s influence. “Huh? It’s fine? No way is that true!”

In the first place, having you on his bed like this was enough to make him faint, now let alone having you try to make advances towards him! Isn’t all of this happening too fast? It’s as if the writers in a romance visual novel didn’t care enough to develop the relationship past the four bullet points in the reveal trailer!!

Anxiety and heat swirled in his mind and left him overburdened by his own pessimistic thoughts, mourning his existence with you before it even began. Your hand coiled around his wrist, bringing his hand down away from concealing his countenance from you.

Breathlessly, Idia stared at you with wide-eyes, “Eh? What is it?” He looked mortified beyond his normal scope, and it made your heart squeeze. The palms of your hands smoothed over his cheeks, feeling how he trembled beneath you.

“Put on some Premo?” Repeating the words back to you, Idia realized why you suddenly had such a request. To make him feel more comfortable, to settle his unease with your shared love of the idol unit. “⋯ I guess that would help.”

Idia got up from the bed and sauntered over to his computer, where he put on your favorite album. Unconsciously, he did so—he thought of you as if it was second-nature. Can’t he just stay here at his desk? Why did you have to be so insistent on being close? Okay, it was the heightened effects from the love potion, but still.

You were killing his heart! Inhaling shakily, Idia begrudgingly climbed back onto the bed as you pleaded oh so sweetly to him. His heavy breaths scorched his lips as it spilled out, and he froze when you wrapped your arms around him.

“Now It’s too hot? Well, that’s what happens when you snuggle up close to someone like me!” Idia sobbed, only for pure, unadulterated panic to suffuse through the fissures of his body as your fingers hooked around the hem of your shirt. “LEAVE IT ON, PLEASE!”

The faint sound of incoherent mumbling could be heard, as Idia senselessly babbled, “I-I didn’t think I’d unlock an H scene!” under his breath.

Overlaying his panting was your beloved idol unit, and Idia was on the verge of tears as he watched you come closer and closer to him. Your first kiss with Idia was underscored by your all-time favorite song. The song that even brought your path to his.

Idia melted into you as your mouth rounded with his, the heat from your mingling breaths sending a frisson of excitement down your spines. Deep in his chest was guilt, a dreaded sensation he was all too familiar with.

A mixture of worry and titillation coated his insides—what if you hated him after this? He only just worked up the courage to talk to you first without being prompted!!

“You’re going to be the death of me, [Name]-shi; I’m falling for deeper seeing you like this-!!”

[silver]

Your relationship with Silver had always been extremely close—in fact, many people were stupefied to find out you two weren't dating and remained friends. You retained potent oracle powers, your magic bestowing you the ability to see into the future. And most of the time, you used the aforementioned ability to predict when and where Silver would fall asleep; so that you may catch him in time, or be prepared to wake him up should he sleep too long and miss a class or event.

It didn't help that the two of you would often be caught cuddling together, your arms and legs tangled with one another as you shared your heat. Silver had never experienced love until he met and fell for you, and even as those feelings flourished in his chest, he never once put that pressure on your relationship. He kept all the words he wished to say, and the feelings, hidden away.

When word got out that you had ingested a love potion, whether accidental or not, Silver vowed to continue being your knight and stay staunchly by your side in order to protect you. And things would've been perfectly fine if the words "I love you, Silver" hadn't spilled from your pretty, entrancing lips.

As his heart stopped in his chest, Silver ran. His legs carried him far away before his mind could process a single thing, and he couldn't tell if that was for you his sake⋯ or yours.

Fluttering his eyes open, the sensation of soft lashes dusting across skin distant, Silver’s weariness exacerbated as his vision was enveloped with your prepossessing countenance in propinquity to his own. “[Name]⋯?” he inquired indolently, bewildered by the sight before him.

Your body hovered above his as you pinned him down further onto the couch he rested upon, the spates of warmth emanating from your skin seeping into him; in a way that didn’t beguile him into slumber or serenity, but another kind of excitement.

“You knew I would be napping here so you looked for me?” Silver found himself sighing as he heard your words, a pathetic attempt to placate his titillation, before latching his hands onto your hips. “Never mind that, you should get off me.”

With ease, Silver dug his fingers rougher into your hips as he lifted you up; shifting himself upwards with hasty movements so as to be sedentary. The reason he was tucked away in a spot aberrant for him, occluded from view, was precisely because he was avoiding you.

The harrow of receiving your distorted heart was too much to bear—he didn’t want to do something shameful, something unbecoming of a knight-to-be. Yet your obstinacy towards clinging onto him was alluring all the same, like a gleaming spindle meant to tantalize and corrupt.

It made Silver’s head spin.

“I see that the love potion hasn’t worn off yet⋯ if you can predict the future, wouldn’t you have known if that drink you accepted was poisoned or not?” Silver, of all people, knew that your powers weren’t that easy to manipulate or control.

Ever since Silver was a little boy, he’d always dreamed of falling in love like that of a fairytale. When Lilia would swathe him in abundant blankets as they snuggled together in bed, utilizing his magic to resplendently illuminate the room along with fantastical and whimsical stories. ‘Will I find someone like the prince did?’ Silver remembers asking his father, a string of giggles overflowing from his lips as Lilia tickled his sides, ‘My fated person?’.

If this was a fairytale, true love’s kiss would break the egregious spell holding you captive—but as your lips feverishly met with his, Silver realized he wasn’t your prince; for no prince would so greedily taste your lip-gloss on your teeth while he deepened these incessant kisses.

“Yeah, you’re my fated one, [Name]. Let me show you how I’ve always dreamed of having you.”

#idia shroud #silver twst #idia shroud x reader #silver x reader #silver twst x reader #x reader #gn reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #love potion series

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alaspice · 1 year

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𝐒𝐨𝐥 𝟎𝟐

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You knew these people two years ago, but can you fall back into the way things used to be?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: will be listed when they apply

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

a/n this starts pre-canon in the school year before Wednesday shows up, This is big time Slow Burn, strap in.

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From the corner of your dorm room to the closet-like room back home, all potions breweries smelled the same. Nevermore was no different. The potions classroom smelled deep and earthy, like walking through a moss covered forest. The air was smokey from the open flames, and tasted powerful from the sheer amount of relics and ingredients present. It was comforting.

Your assigned brewing stand was against the side wall, a large window overlooking the quad by your side. Marcella, your partner, sat next to you. She was flipping through the new text books that had been passed out, examining the title chapters and occasionally stopping to examine a picture.

You liked Marcella. At dinner, you had learned much about her. Marcella had been going to Nevermore for two years with her twin brother, Ajax. She was seventeen, liked the color red, and absolutely hated country music. Her favorite food was Kimchi-jjigae, she was from urban Oregon, and she loved scented candles. Macella liked to laugh at your dumb jokes and could carry a conversation like it weighed nothing.

“The hell is conocybe pileus and why do I have to juice it?” Marcella was now hunched over the book, her face scrunched in question. She was reading the ingredient list for the assigned potion of today; a potion of clarity. A simple brew that shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. You had made it before for when some of the pills would cloud your mother’s mind. You had also learned, thanks to Leto, that it was a great way to help clear out a hangover.

“It’s the top of a type of mushroom.” you answered Marcella, sliding on your heat preventative gloves. “You just kinda squeeze it until the mushroom juice comes out.” you mimed it, tightly balling your hands into a fist.

She chuckled, whispering “mushroom juice” under her breath, eyes still glued to the page. “We also need to grab some alchemists paste, han fibers and shreiker’s blood.”

“I can start grinding the lotus root.” Marcella got up and walked to the storage closet.

Even through the chunky leather of your heat resistance gloves, you were able to peel the skin off of the delicate bulb and began grinding them in the provided mortar and pestle. Adding the first one to the cauldron full of spring water, you began to peel the second.

Marcella hummed slightly as she placed the rest of the ingredients on the table. She picked up the final lotus root, watching you struggle slightly.

“Why are you wearing gloves?” through your periphery, you saw her pause before dropping the plant like it burned her “These aren’t dangerous for us, right?”

You chuckled, throwing the root down in the mortar and pestle. “No. I’m wearing them because it's still summer.” You began grinding down

“What?” pure confusion laced her voice

“It’s because the sun is still so close to earth.” you scraped the edges of the bowl before going back for a second pass.

“I’m not following.” You dumped the second batch into the cauldron.

“I get my powers from the sun.” You picked up the final root and began peeling “Whenever it is closer to the earth, they get stronger. Because it’s when the sun is the closest, summer is the worst season. It makes it a little harder to control, so I wear the gloves as a precaution, especially when making potions.”

Marcella nodded, watching your hands move.

“For example..” you began grinding again “accidentally cooking the lotus root would turn this into a potion of confusion.” You swiped the edges of the mortar “And, if we boil the shreiker’s blood too early, it would become more of a paste than a liquid.” Into the cauldron it went.

Looking into the large pot, you stirred the mixture until clear. Marcella had begun to squeeze the liquid from the mushroom caps.

“Doesn’t it get annoying, wearing the gloves and everything?”

“I mean… kinda.” you reached for the alchemy paste “It definitely gets old, having to constantly think about it.” you put the white goo into the mortar and took just a pinch of han fibers “But I’ve never known anything different.” you started to grind the two together

“I get that” she put the vial of the mushroom juice into the potion “It’s like me with my snakes. Yeah, wearing a hat all the time can be kind of a pain, but it’s just a part of life, ya know.” she stirred. “Besides, I would hate to stone someone.”

“What’s it like to be stoned?” the second you said it, you knew you probably shouldn’t have. To your relief, Marcella didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s weird.” Marcella reached for the sheiker’s blood “It’s like a blind panic when it happens, and then you wake up a day later still panicking.” She carefully put a few drops into the cauldron. “You’re stiff for like a week afterwards and your mouth tastes like dust.”

You hummed in contemplation, still grinding the mixture. By now, the white paste had turned a dull pink from the han fibers.

“That doesn’t sound fun.” you reached for the spoon

“It’s not, but what are you gonna do?” she shrugged, and put the spoon in your outstretched hand.

You scooped the goo into the spoon and dipped it into the clear liquid. Taking a quick glance at the text, you spun it clockwise and read the incantation from the book. Pulling out the spoon, the now glowing liquid bubbled more intensely before instantly calming to a clear, blue liquid. Grabbing a ladle from the station drawer, you spooned it into a vial.

“A potion of clarity.” you handed the bottle your partner to write on. In the short time you had known her, you had already realized Marcella had better handwriting than you. After bottling the rest of the potion, you and Marcella cleaned your station until the bell to change classes. Unlike a regular school bell, it was deep in tone, and reminded you of a giant grandfather clock.

The halls of Nevermore were not as crowded as you remembered them. Maybe it was because you were older, but everything seemed a little smaller. The pillars were not as looming and the thought of going through the quad was not as daunting. Still, you planned to just go back to your room during your lunch period.

Walking along, a glimpse of color caught your eye amongst the gray of the stone; you stopped to examine. On one singular tile was a small landscape. Leaning closer you lifted up your sunglasses to peer at the art.

You always wore the tinted shades to cover the constant glow of your yellow eyes; the only physical trait of your father passed down. You blinked rapidly at the sudden invasion of light unflitered as your eyes adjusted.

The bright greens of the field and the blue of the sky stood out against the graying stone. It was so incredibly detailed. You could make out a bird in the sky, the shadow of a deer in the background woods, and even a beetle on a closer blade of grass. It was enchanting

“Do you like it?” You jumped, whipping around to see Xavier Thorpe watching you closely. You were sure you looked like a deer in the headlight, and you felt like a child caught stealing desert. Chuckling at your reaction, Xavier extended his hand, fingers flexing at his artwork.

“Watch.”

As you stared at the painting, you could see the tall grass start to move as if bowing in the wind. You could hear the buzz of bees and the chirping of the bird you had spotted. A small smile graced your lips at the scene. You could almost smell the sweetness of the morning dew that lingered on the grass

“I did that at the end of term last year.” he pulled his hand back, and the paint lost its life.

“It’s beautiful.” you looked up at the boy

“Thanks.” he smiled, eyes remaining forwards. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t think he did either.

Xavier was different from when you had last known him. He had grown quite a bit taller, and finally fit into his lanky arms. His hair was much longer than his previous undercut, and his cheekbones had only gotten sharper. While you had seen him at the funeral, the difference was much more drastic up close. The Xavier you had known two years ago would have never painted the bricks at Nevermore. Back then, he was a stickler for rules, full of anxiety of what his actions would do against his father’s reputation. Even from this short encounter, you saw how differently he carried himself; he wasn’t so tense.

You were sure you were different as well. You had definitely gotten taller in the last two years and had filled out a bit as well. You were sure he remembered you just as well as you remembered him, but you just didn’t know how to word it. How would you? “Hi, I’ve been gone for two years, let's just be friends again”? “I know the last time you saw me was when my mom died, but let's just pretend that didn’t happen”? No.

So, you were stuck looking at the painting for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“How have you been, (Y/N)?” he was the first one to speak

“I’ve been okay. It’s nice to be back at Nevermore.” You looked over at him to see Xavier already watching you. He quickly averted his eyes back forward. “You?”

“I’m alright.”

You scuffed your boot against the floor.

“Would you like to come sit with us?” his words were rushed as he spoke, the usual coolness of his voice replaced with nerves.

“Huh?”

“At lunch.” he quickly added “it’s pretty much everyone from” he paused “before you uh, ya know…” he trailed off.” he was so painfully trying not to bring the funeral up and your two year absence.

“That would be nice.”

The table the group occupied was in a different corner of the cafeteria than the one you sat at the previous night with Marcella. At it sat all of your old friends: Kent, Yoko, Divina, Rowan, and plus two new people. Xavier explained on the way.

The first was a gorgon boy. His name was Ajax and he was Marella’s twin brother; who wasn’t there because she had a different lunch period. He was goofy and obviously unaware of it. It was fun. The second was another siren, a girl named Bianca. She had only come to Nevermore two years ago, so you never met her before. She was gorgeous with her full lips and siren eyes.

Bianca emitted authority to the point where it made shrink into yourself a little as you sat down. Still, she smiled with shining teeth and held out her hand to you.

“You must be (Y/N). Everyone’s told me so much about you.” You took her manicured hand into your gloved one and shook. You didn’t hold on for too long. Even through the gloves, one could still feel the heat, especially now from your racing neveres.

“It’s nice to meet you.” she nodded, as if your reaction had garnered her approval.

Somewhat expecting Xavier to sit at the open spot by your side, he walked around and slid in next to Bianca. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into his side.

Oh.

It didn’t take a genius to put it together that they were thing. You felt the need to look away, an awful heat rising towards your face. You didn’t even know why you cared, but you did. You wished for anyone to talk so you would have a reason to think of something else.

“How are you, babe.”

Oh thank god. It was Yoko who spoke. She looked over at you through her circled framed glasses and tapped her nails against the wooden table top.

“I’m okay enough. I missed you guys.” a chorus of “me too” filled the table Now just ignoring Bianca and Xavier, you fell into conversation. “What’s new with everyone. I was really bad at staying in touch.”

It wasn’t a lie. You had been rather bad at keeping a regular correspondence with everyone while taking care of your mother. You had basically missed two years of everyone’s lives.

Yoko’s permanent fangs had finally grown in. Kent had gone to Australia for a whole summer. Rowan’s telekinesis had gotten stronger to where he could move small buildings. Divina had charmed her way onto a filming set and had been an extra in a music video. It was somewhat overwhelming to hear all you had missed.

After the initial tension of time was gone, it was easy to fall back into the way things were before. Making dumb expressions at Yoko for laughs, lovingly poking fun at Kent with everyone, swapping your food with Divina’s, casually debating with Xavier over random topics. Ajax had fit right in by making dumb yet funny jokes and contributing to the debates. Even Bianca had seemed to have carved a spot for herself, making small quips at Kent and adding her own opinions into the conversation. You had jumped in your seat when the bell had rang, not even thinking ten minutes had gone by, let alone 40.

Standing up, you slung your school bag over your shoulder, and waited for everyone to be ready. Having your next class with Rowan, the pair of you walked off, laughing at Kent as he tripped over his shoe. A calming warmth washed over you as you and Rowan walked through the semi crowded halls. Everything was just like before; a small piece of the past could still live on.

I made this an x reader but the only physical description is your eyes bc of your lineage (child of helios). I imagine them like Leto’s eyes from Lore Olympus.

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