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Wilford gave a playful bow to JJ as he opened the door to the new candy shop that had opened earlier that week. He was beyond curious about the shop, and JJ couldn’t resist an afternoon out with his boyfriend. 

“Welcome, welcome! Is there anything I can help you with?” An elderly man asked from behind a counter. 

“Not yet, but we will definitely be buying a few treats,” Wilford said with a hearty laugh. 

“Perfect! We go by weight here. We have some bags, and you can help yourself to whatever looks good.” The man smiled.

“Will do.” Wilford gave a little salute, earning a chuckle from the man. 

“There are so many flavors.” JJ’s voice said inside Wilford’s head as he looked at the large display of candies. “We should get Anti some sour gummies, or he’ll pout.” 

“All of these names are giving me ideas.” Wilford grinned.

“I don’t like the way that sounds.” JJ grabbed a bag and put a big scoop of sour apple-flavored gummies into it. 

“You’re already my blueberry, but I could use some of these for you, too.” Wilford peeked at what JJ was getting. “Sour apple is something one would call Anti.” He hummed in thought. 

“I guess I could handle some extra pet names.” JJ chuckled, tying off the bag and getting more. He looked up and chuckled more when Wilford reached around him to grab himself a few bags. 

“Apple pie sounds cute.” Wilford pointed to the flavor he read before putting some of those gummies into a bag.  

“Warm and sweet,” JJ commented, picking a few blueberry suckers and dropping them in a bag.

“Maybe cherry? A nice short name.” Wilford threw those gummies into the same bag, uncaring about mixing the flavors. “Oh! What about lemon drop?” 

“I thought sour names were for Anti,” JJ added a few other sucker flavors and tied off that bag. 

“Something about sour apple seems more fitting for Anti, but not everything sour is for him.” Wilford poked the tip of his nose and continued along the wall. “What about butter?”

“You’re going to call me butter?”

“It’s fitting. I can never have too much of you and you can never have too much butter.”

“You absolutely can, just ask Henrik.” JJ started giggling.

“But butter-” Wilford’s comment turned into a snort, and he joined in on the laughing. “You have a point. Butter is not a good pet name.” 

“I like blueberry. Maybe we should just stick with that,” JJ suggested with a smile, tugging Wilford’s sleeve to kiss his cheek.

“Blueberry is a very good pet name.” 

“Yes, it is.” 

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Kitchen Tips

Here's a fun present for @the-silent-screamer! I hope you and everyone else enjoys this Trickshot fluff!

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Kitchen Tips

“I can tie my own apron,” Marvin said with a huff, a bit of a pout, and arms crossed. Chase was behind him, chuckling a little as he tied the strings of the apron into a nice little bow. 

“I know, I just couldn’t resist having my hands on you~” Chase let the strings go and kissed Marvin’s cheek. 

“Oh, hush.” Marvin playfully pushed Chase away, a dusting of pink on his green-freckled face. His mask was resting on the table since Chase was the only one he was comfortable being around without it on. His apron was white with ‘Witch Please’ written on the chest.

“I can’t, I have been assigned the task of teaching you how to cook.” Chase grabbed a white apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ and tied it around himself. 

“I’m a witch, I cook things up all the time.” Marvin took a few steps to the side and leaned against the counter. 

“There is a big difference between what you magically make and what is edible.” Chase started moving about the kitchen and pulling out some ingredients. 

“My potions are technically edible.” Marvin still had a pout on his face, watching as Chase sat eggs and vegetables on the counter next to him.

“Again, magic stuff is different than food.”  

“I think my food cooking abilities are just fine.” 

“You could burn water.”

“Hey! Now you’re exaggerat-” Marvin’s protest was cut short by Chase kissing him. “You can’t just kiss me to get me to not be upset.” 

“Can’t I?”  

“Shut up,” Marvin muttered and pulled Chase into another kiss. 

“What was that about not using kisses?” Chase asked with a little chuckle. 

“It’s fine when I do it.” Marvin giggled, poking the tip of Chase’s nose. 

“Rude.” Chase clicked his tongue and stepped away and started opening the containers that held the vegetables. “Can I trust you with a knife?”

“I’m not Anti.” Marvin scoffed as Chase placed two knives and two cutting boards. 

“I have seen you stab someone before.” Chase got out a cucumber and a tomato. 

“That’s different, they were being an asshat by messing with you.” Marvin stood in front of the chopping board Chase had the cucumber on top of. 

“It was very hot to see that.” Chase winked, giving himself the tomato. 

“I thought you were supposed to be teaching me, not flirting with me.”

“I can do both.” 

“If you lose a finger, you’re the one grounded from the kitchen, not me.” Marvin took one of the knives and haphazardly chopped the cucumber in half. 

“I don’t think I’m going to be the one with one less finger.” Chase caught Marvin by the wrist. “Let’s be a little more chill with the knife, we’re not stabbing a mugger.” 

“You have to put some ‘oomph’ behind the blade.”  

“Not when they’re this sharp and not when you’re cutting something that’s mostly water.”

“Humans are mostly water.”

“You are really not making a case for yourself.” Chase broke out in a loud laugh and Marvin couldn’t help from laughing with him. “Here, here, let me help.” He slipped behind Marvin and placed his hands on top of his, pressing his chest to his back. 

“What are we, in Ghost?” Marvin teased, but him happily leaning back against Chase made his tease a lot more playful. 

“I can start singing the song.” Chase chuckled before beginning to hum some tune.

“You have no idea what the song is, do you?” Marvin asked when the tune was nowhere near close to what it should have been.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that movie.” Chase started to move Marvin’s hand, casually guiding him into slicing the cucumber. 

“Didn’t know you were an old man~” Marvin felt Chase scoff. 

“We’re like the same age.” 

“Nah. You’re so old.” Marvin held out the last two words, giggling when Chase let his hands go and then flipped him around so his back was pressed against the counter. 

“I can easily prove you wrong~” Chase had a large smirk

“Aw, but I thought you were teaching me how to cook?” Marvin feigned innocence. 

“That can wait.” Chase pulled Marvin into a kiss. Marvin giggled against his lips as he wrapped his arms around Chase, using magic to send them away. 

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Love Language

This is a fluffy little gift for the one and only @aoimatsurika! Some fun Siren!AU antics

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Love Language

“Stew, stew, stew!” Blank and Robbie both chanted as they skipped onto the shore of Mad’s island with the rest of the Sirens following them. The adult Sirens all carried a variety of fish in their hands ranging from small to fairly large. They were hungry. 

“I think they might want a stew.” Wilford chuckled, hearing the pups before even seeing the rest of the Sirens. 

“We’re going to need to make more than just a stew,” Dark commented, seeing just how much the Sirens had brought. 

“Stew, smoked, grilled, fillets, chunks, sashimi,” Mad started listing off different ways they could make the food as he worked on cleaning the largest pot he had with Bim and Yandere helping clean two other large pots. 

“You lost me after stew.” Edward chuckled as he, Dark, and Wilford worked on sharpening knives. Google and Bing were quietly talking to each other about something as they worked on setting up the fire.

“You can learn a lot from the market people when you’re not busy trying to haggle.” Mad chuckled. 

“Very easy to listen when you use your Sirens to steal while you’re talking to them.” Wilford teased.

“I keep telling them not to but they-”

“Lies!” Phantom called out with a laugh, the Sirens now close enough to hear the conversation. “You get the biggest laugh when one second they have something and the next it’s gone.” 

“Laughing doesn’t mean approval.” Mad huffed out his protest. 

“But that what laugh mean?” Blank said as he and Robbie sat on the sand between Mad and Dark. 

“Some people laugh when they’re scared, nervous, or even just wanting to break the silence,” Edward explained

“Humans are weird.” Phantom scoffed. 

“You have no room-” Bim’s comeback was stopped by a large fish getting plopped on the ground in front of him and Yandere, getting him to yelp in shock. 

“Tuna!? Thank you!” Mad happily exclaimed, a prideful-looking Mare having been the one to drop the fish.

“Darky~” Anti sang and went up to Dark, arms filled with urchins. 

“How much did you all get?” Dark said with a little laugh, glancing over and seeing the other Sirens sharing their catch with their partners. “I knew there was a lot, but this is insane.” 

“We are very hungry,” Henrik stated. 

“Hungry or just wanting to show off?” Yandere asked with a giggle, making a face when Mad just casually grabbed a nice and dove it right into the stomach of the tuna fish. 

“After all we’ve seen, how are you still squeamish about a fish being gutted?” Wilford playfully teased, him twitching his mustache being the clear sign of such. 

“It’s just gross.” Yandere scrunched her face and stuck out the tip of her tongue, getting a laugh from those who saw her. 

“Watch your fingers,” Mad said as he was showing Blank how to prep the fish, Mare watching with a big smile. Phantom and Jackie were next to them just tearing apart another one of the larger fish with their claws. 

“Make sure you get the bones out.” Wilford was working with JJ on a handful of the smaller fish. JJ looked at him with a tilted head, silently asking him ‘why?’. “We can’t really digest them.” 

“So you don’t eat the whole fish?” Anti asked, tearing apart an urchin as Dark used a knife to split open a different one. 

“We would if we could,” Dark said. “Scales, bones, most of the guts, don’t really agree with us and would just get us sick.” 

“Waste of fish,” Henrik stated. 

“Humans can’t help if their stomachs are weaker,” Chase said. 

“They do the best that can,” Marvin added. 

“Yeah, Hen, they do the best they can.” Anti giggled, nudging Henrik with an elbow. 

“I can’t tell if we’re being insulted or not,” Edward said to Dark. 

“Neither can I,” Dark admitted. 

“Just pretend that they’re saying ‘I love you’.” Wilford chuckled, wrapping an arm around JJ. JJ silently giggled and nodded his head in agreement. 

“I mean, we are,” Chase said. “Have you noticed the fish we caught?” 

“Mom!” Anti whined. 

“You almost caught every urchin in the sea for Dark.” Marvin giggled.

“I did not.” Anti curled up in his pout. 

“Mare got trout, Henrik got-”

“I think they get it.” Henrik was now pouting and cut off Chase’s listing very short. 

“So, Siren’s love language is gifts or acts of service. Given how much the Sirens are willing to do for their mates.” Google stated. 

“So, you’re a Siren?” Bing teased with a giggle, it turning into a full laugh when Google gave him a playful glare. 

“Love language?” Henrik asked. 

“It’s a term used to describe how people show their love or affection for someone. It can be romantic or platonic.” Edward answered. “Some fit a generalized format while others are more complicated.” 

“Some are also a lot more obvious than others.” Bing gestured with his head towards Dark. 

“What does that mean?” Dark’s glare had a lot more heat than Google’s and Bing quickly moved to be on the other side of Google and further away from him. 

“Mine’s touch,” Wilford said with a puff in his chest. 

“Really? I never would have guessed.” Bim’s sarcasm was heavy in his voice. 

“I can show you some lovin’ Bim.” Wilford grinned and started to get up. Bim yelped and scrambled to his feet, taking off right before Wilford did. 

“Shouldn’t you help him?” Henrik asked Yandere.

“In a moment, I’m enjoying the show.” Yandere giggled. 

“Let me love you!” Wilford shouted as he ran after Bim.

“No!” 

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I know that we have Santaplier, but can we also have a Santa!Wilford that has a bushy pink mustache&beard.

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Workroom Magic

A very belated birthday present for my friend @iamvegorott 💐

"Mmm! This smells good~ So what's this fo-OW!" Chase exclaimed, getting his hand smacked away from the bubbling cauldron by Marvin.

"Keep your hands to yourself if you want to stay here." Marvin scolded, decreasing the green flame licking the cauldron to a simmer with a wave of a hand.

"Yeah, yeah." Chase sulked, snacking on Cheetos as he looked around Marvin's chaotic workshop. Sunburned books with pages yellowed with age spilled out of the bookshelf to stacks on the surrounding floor. Notes full of Marvin's magic experiments were scattered around the room on tables and the floor. Drying plants hung from the rafters, almost ready to be crushed and bottled with the other various bottles of unknown ingredients that decorated the shelves nearby.

"Chase?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you scratch behind my ear?" Marvin asked, trying to rub the spot with his shoulder. Chase wordlessly obliges, seeing Marvin's leather gloved hands that were previously handling potion ingredients. Chase's touch elicits a satisfied hum from his partner. Marvin tilts his head up to Chase with a grin. "Thanks. Can I have one of those?" he asked, opening his mouth for one of the cheesy, orange snacks. "Sure." Chase laughs, giving Marvin a peck on the head before popping a cheeto in his waiting mouth. "How much longer 'til you're done?" He curiously looks at the squiggles of runes in the open book next to Marvin.

Marvin mentally finishes counting the number of stirs of the silver ladle in the potion before responding. "Almost done... It just needs to simmer down to purple and we can go."

Chase puts another cheeto in Marvin's mouth, frowning at the very blue potion. "And that would be how long?"

"Enough time for us to clean up..." Marvin smirked, standing up and pulling off his gloves. "And maybe reward you for waiting so long for me."

Chase raises an eyebrow and closed the gap between him and Marvin. "A reward, hmm? Then we should get cleaning, shouldn't we?" he teased, pressing a kiss to the magician's lips and pulling away. However, Marvin's grip in his shirt kept him close.

Marvin snapped his fingers and Chase watched the spellbooks nestle back into the bookshelf, the ingredient bottles float back to their shelves, and used equipment rearrange themselves back in their places or in the sink for washing. "Done." Marvin snickered, smiling at Chase's look of wonder. "Now, back to your reward." He changed Chase's source of wonder back to himself, inviting himself in for a deeper kiss that

Chase willingly accepts and reciprocated. He pushed Marvin back into the worktable, narrowly avoiding the potion. He removed Marvin's mask, gently placing kisses on his glowing freckles down to his cheeks and the hollow of his collarbone. "My beautiful Marvin." Chase breathed into his neck, tickling Marvin.

"I'm supposed to be rewarding you." Marvin giggled, weaving his fingers into Chase's hair. "Not the other way arou-DUCK!!!" he screamed, pushing Chase away and dragging him under the table.

Sortly after, the potion bubbles over into an explosion that left chunks of brown goop around the cauldron. "What The Fuck?!" Chase exclaimed, leaving the shelter of under the table and looking at the mess.

Marvin pulls on a rubber glove and pokes at the brown goop. "It's supposed to be purple. What happened?" he pondered, squishing it between his fingers until a grainy orange powder comes out. "What the?... Oh my god.. The fucking Cheetos!!!"

"Aaahh..fuck...sorry Marv...I.." Chase stammered, looking at the partial bag of Cheetos and back at Marvin.

"It's okay. Just help me clean." Marvin sighed with a tired smile.

"Sure thing Marv."

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@iamvegorott

You are a marriage councillor and your first clients are history’s most infamous couple. No not Romeo and Juliet but Zeus and Hera

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I can picture Wilford Warfstache trying to romance the 9'6" powerful beauty of a strong woman than Lady Dumitrescu is. However, he can only get so far with this lady of the night.

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Can I get Anti sitting back with a glass of champagne in a wedding(?) shop judging what his friend(s) are wearing? He's just getting drunk yelling "Next!..... NEXT!..... NEXT!! .... Yes! Now turn around and show us that ass!"

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3 with mer!JJ? i doubt mers and fire mix well >:) Only if you want to of course!!

3. “What happened to your hand(s)?”

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Wilford and JJ were laying on Wilford’s bed; just holding each other with no worry since they knew there was still a while before JJ needed to go back into the water. 

JJ reached out with a hand and started tracing his fingers along with the scars on Wilford’s arm, having already memorized their shapes but unable to stop himself from touching them. He knew the story, he knew why it happened and he still felt bad despite it being nowhere near his fault. 

“JJ, can I ask you something?” Wilford said in a soft voice, gently taking JJ’s hand and holding it close to his face waiting to see JJ nod in agreement before continuing. “What happened to your hand?”  

“Oh.” JJ mouthed the word, forgetting about his own scars. Wilford released JJ’s hand so he could sign. JJ’s hands were moving slowly as he tried to find the best words to explain. “Humans don’t like us…” 

“A human did this?” That got Wilford to sit up a bit, clearly ready to fight. 

“Yes, yes.” JJ pulled Wilford back down. 

“Who was it? I’ll-” Wilford was stopped by JJ placing a hand on his mouth.

“They’re dead.” JJ signed. “My pod killed them as soon as I got hurt.” JJ paused and took a deep breath. “There were only three of them, they were using fire and putting food in it. I just wanted to know why; I was curious.” JJ sniffed and his sight got blurry. “I scared them and they attacked, they threw me down and my hand landed in the fire...” Wilford used a thumb to wipe away a tear from JJ’s cheek. “It hurt. It hurt a lot. Henrik couldn’t get it to heal properly and it scarred.” JJ looked at his hand. “It’s ugly.” 

“Hey, now.” Wilford took JJ’s hand and pressed a kiss to it. “It’s a part of you and everything about you is beautiful.” Wilford kissed every knuckle. “And don’t you ever forget that.” 

“Wil…” JJ smiled and wrapped both arms around Wilford, hugging him tightly. 

“I love you, too.” Wilford hugged JJ back. 

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Angst & Fluff Prompts (open)

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Someone send me a prompt! I’m in a mooooooood!!!!!!

Prompt List #5

Other Prompt Lists

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even like me…it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all…that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.”

“I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.”

“I don’t…i’ve never…been in a relationship and i’m going to make mistakes…I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.”

“You really thought I was dead?”

“I want to believe, I do…I just…how can I believe in something that I can’t see?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“I feel sick…so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!” 

“I want you to be happy…even if its not with me.”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t forget me?” 

“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

“I needed you! I needed you!”

“Now it’s over…I don’t really know what to do.”

“Do you ever think?”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” 

“How can you drink that stuff?”

“Oh no…he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them”

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just…I can’t imagine you not here.”

“I just want you to be happy…”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Stop apologising for other people! You’re not the shitty one!” 

“I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too…I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that.”

“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“That’s another way of saying you’re an arsehole.” 

“Can anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?”

“God, I love your face.”

Twirling a strand of their hair

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…”

“I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“I am fed up of half measures. I deserve better”

“Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!”

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“I don’t think you’re annoying…I know…I don’t…I really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..”

“I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.”

One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin. 

Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion

Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like… oh no he/she’s hot. 

Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since they/him/her left/died”

“You are an uncultured swine! There I said it!”

“I know I should be happy…I did well…I always do well…so why can’t I believe in myself?”

“Please do your homework, for me? Just one time…”

“I said one time, y’know…you didn’t have to actually start studying. Not that I’m not proud or anything.”

“Go big or go home”

“I’m already home.”

“I lost my wellie boot in the river…”

“I wish I knew who they were…”

“It was that bad here?”

“I look at you and I…I feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I don’t think I can forgive and forget.”

Brushing hair from their face

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

“Should I go first or…do you want to go?”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin your party.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis…What. A. Dick.”

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

“If you don’t get that stick out of your arse, i’ll do it myself and beat you with it.”

“Could you come get me?”

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

“I just thought that since you weren’t feeling too good, maybe this would help.”

The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

“Oh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!” “She/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldn’t it be used to the disappointment by now?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

“A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

“You have wronged me so bitterly…”

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

“Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

“I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“So I had this really vivid dream…”

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Lust Potion Saga Pt1Ch1

This will basically be a collection of smuts connected through one theme. The lust potion. Part 1 has predetermined ships that I’ll list at the end and they are somewhat connected in the same world while Part two will be whatever ships y’all request or other ones that I enjoy, Darkstache being the first one

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Summary: Marvin gets bored and creates a ‘Lust Potion/Spell’ and he shares it with everyone

Trickshot

Marvin was bored and when he got bored, things got…interesting. 

“One more drop and…” Marvin straightened up when the purple concoction in the large cauldron bubbled and sent a puff of smoke into the air. Marvin took a long inhale through his nose and knew that the spell had worked with how wonderful it smelled. But there was no way for sure of knowing how strong the spell was without testing it and Marvin was more than willing to give it a try. Marvin dipped a finger into the liquid and popped it into his mouth, hoping that if it was too strong, having only a little bit wouldn’t affect him that much.

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My inbox is hungry for headcanons/drabble requests. Please send them my way!

Plus I found out that my inbox ate some asks before I could see them. Please let me know if you submitted something and you don't see me answer. I answer most asks as long as they're not spam or hate mail.

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I would like to see our beloved doctors interact, perhaps someone (who either of the doctors might or might not be attracted to) got mildly injured and Dr. Iplier keeps suggesting 'weird' things for treatment when Schneep is just trying to get the work done, feel free to change the base idea as you please!

Oml, this got longer than I thought. I hope you like it! 🙂

"Well... there is nothing else we can do..." Dr. Iplier sorrowfully sighs, taking off his stethoscope. "He's dying..." he bemoans with tears welling in his eyes.

"I'm dying??" questioned the patient, clocking his head to the side.

"You're not dying, Robbie. You're already dead." Schneep grumbled, shooting a glare at Dr. Iplier as he stitched Robbie's fingers back on.

"Ehehe, that's right." the purple haired zombie giggled. "Can I have a sucker?" he asked, pointing at the candy jar with his free hand.

"Yes you can." Schneep softly smiled at young ego, but his expression hardened again when he directed commands to the other doctor. "Edward! Get him a lollipop and more gauze."

Dr. Iplier was disgruntled, being ordered around like a nurse. Maybe I should have treated my nurses better... However, he still obediently handed over the supplies and candy. There wasn't much else he could do at the moment.

"Danke" Schneep thanked, continuing his sewing and giving the candy to Robbie which was quickly unwrapped and sucked on with delighted humming.

Dr. Iplier gets closer to the pair and gingerly picks up one of the severed fingers. Deteriorating flesh in the outside and healthy flesh and bone inside? Fascinating. "Couldn't we coat his fingers in steel and weld his fingers together, so they don't fall off so easily?" he mused half-jokingly.

"Ooooohhh!! I can have a bionic hand!! Can we do it Sheep??"

Schneep chuckles, "I'm a good doctor. Not a blacksmith. Maybe if we had a welding ego we could."

"Then I will let Mark know!" Dr. Iplier said, already enthusiastically texting on his phone.

"Edward! Don't you dare! You Ipliers already have enough egos!!" Schneep scowled, dropping his needle on the tray and going after the phone.

"I'm getting a bionic hand." Robbie happily hummed.

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Danti with the prompt "We're not just friends and you know it!" please?

Oooo!! I get some Temporary Bliss vibes off of this prompt! Let's see what I can do...

Dark slams his hand on the desk, nearly cracking the varnish. "We're not just friends and you know it!" he snaps at his stubborn partner.

Equally frustrated, Anti snaps back, "We were never friends! Cause friends don't fuck each other!!"

"Which is why we're more than friends-"

Anti sharply cuts Dark off. "We. Have. No. Relationship. I annoy the fuck out of you just as much as you fucking annoy me with your fucking stuck up standards judging me all the time." His breathing starts to slow and his voice begins to thicken with restricted emotion. "I'll never be good enough for you. We tolerate each other for work and fuck each other. All we do is use each other. We don't need more than that."

"Anti... I need more." Dark softly uttered, stepping closer to Anti. "You sometimes annoy me, but my stardards don't apply to you. I don't tolerate you. Not anymore. I want more of you." He reaches out his ashen hand to caress Anti's face, but is avoided.

"I can't do that. Not now." Anti shakes his head, stepping back and glitching away.

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15. “Give me attention.”

Marvin was quietly humming along to the music he had playing as he cleaned up what he called his lab but what everyone else called his ‘lair’. He did experiments just like Henrik did, they were just a little different in…styles. 

“Running low on quail eggs and gecko hearts,” Marvin said out loud with a wave of his hand, a pen getting up on its own and writing what he said down on a piece of paper. “Rat liver is going to go bad soon, so I’ll need to focus on potions with that ingredient in it.” Marvin bent down and opened a jar, a blue smoke came out of it and a scream filled the air. He quickly slapped the lid back on it and groaned at himself. “I misplaced the widow’s cries again and now I’m going to have to get more,” Marvin grumbled to himself as he went over to his desk and placed the jar down. “Maybe I’ll just pop by the ol’ market for it instead of gathering it myself this time.” 

“Gathering what?” Marvin chuckled when he heard a voice in his ear and arms wrapping around his waist. 

“It’s better if you don’t know.” Marvin leaned back against Chase’s hold, turning his head to press a kiss to the other man’s cheek. 

“I can come down to the market with you.” Chase offered. 

“It’s too dangerous,” Marvin said. 

“Then why do you go?” 

“Because I know what I’m doing and I’m magical.”

“In more than one way.” Chase pressed a kiss to Marvin’s neck, getting him to turn around. 

“I know you want to help, but it’s not safe if you get involved in that kind of stuff.” Marvin rolled his eyes when Chase just poured at him. “I’m not letting you get hurt, I care for you too much.” 

“Could you do something for me, then?”

“What is it?”

“Give me attention?” Chase had a little smile on his lips and Marvin couldn’t help himself from melting into that look. Chase had to know by now how weak he was for him, how he was willing to do anything to make sure he was safe and well, that he was happy. 

“Always.��� Marvin placed a hand on Chase’s cheek and leaned in for a kiss. 

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