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Lily: You know, Sirius you’re really good at giving advice.

Sirius: Thanks Lils. I find that it’s really easy to talk about the right thing to do when it’s not your life

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James: Come on Evans, just one kiss I took you out on a nice date!

Lily: No way Potter

James: It’s just fighting with our lips

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“Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them” buddy I already know where to find them; apparently it is literally anywhere on Hogwarts grounds because so far I’ve seen a three-headed dog, a basilisk, a bunch of acromantulas, four dragons - five if you count Norbert! - a giant squid, hundreds of dementors, a herd of thestrals, and worst of all, Dolores fucking Umbridge

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me @myself 

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So apparently you're the person to ask, so I hope you can help! I'm looking for some Wolfstar fluff. The smuttier, the better. Long or short, it doesn't matter, just give me the smut! ;-)

I do have a reputation for liking the Wolfstar smut.  And writing it. **wink wonk**  

Watch Me Go Blind:  This is an anonymous entry for this year’s R/S Games and it is scorching hot.  I can’t wait until the reveals happen this weekend so I can gush all over this author!  (No, this is not my entry for the Games.  I’m not that shameless.  lol)

Watch Me by @nachodiablo:  **fans self**  Sirius and Remus visit a swingers club.  Or not.  ;-)  This is so good!

Stay Soft but Don’t be Gentle by reachthetree:  Sirius writes fanfic and needs to do “research”. I love this story!

Always Have by WolfstarPups90 @captofthesswolfstar:  Remus comes to terms with his feelings for Sirius when he walks in on Sirius with another man.  HOT.  

The Lines We Cross by REWrites24:  Teacher/Student, but Sirius is of age.  This one is long and sizzling hot!

Mine by JenCala:  Yes, I’m recc’ing one of my own fics because obviously I have very little shame.  Trust me, it’s a hot one.  ;-)

If you have a favorite Wolfstar smut to add to this list, let me know!  

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Heyyyy, your writing is life. I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH! Could you please do wolfstar headcanons where Remus has...werewolfy tendencies? Does that make sense? Like he's dominant and possessive and marky. I'm not making sense.

Thank you!!! <3 And you most definitely make sense yES:

Remus doesn’t like people touching Sirius too much

Not hand shaking, or back patting, or hair ruffling- just no.

Remus doesn’t like it.

He has an especially rough time containing this fact

So, because of this, Quidditch after-parties (especially ones where Sirius has done rather well in the previous game) are not his thing

Because that’s all people jumping on Sirius and hugging him and giving him jokingly sloppy kisses on his cheek and messing up his hair and everything that Remus and Remus only should be allowed to do

And he tries to just sit there and ignore it. He tries to just drink his butterbeer and not watch but he can hear it

He can hear the “Well done, Black!” and the hand shake and the “Fuck yeah, Sirius!” And the hug

And he knows that when they’re in bed together later that night he’ll be able to smell all these other people all over him and he hates that

Because Sirius is his

And if he’s going to smell like anything other than himself it will be Remus

So his grip on his drink slowly gets tighter and his eyes get narrower and the angrier he gets the more heightened his senses become which is not helping

The final straw is Angie Rosebow and Caroline Courflush kissing Sirius on each cheek at the same time and no no no those cheeks are not theirs they are Remus’ they have no right he’sminehe’snottheirsstoptouchinghimstopstopstophe’sminestop

And the next thing he knows he’s flinging his drink down on the table and grabbing Sirius out of their clutches and pushing him behind him and fucking growling at the two giggling girls

They stop their giggling immediately and stare at him in shock

“Whoa, Moons, alright there, love?”

Remus whirls around and growling out a “you’re mine” through his teeth, low enough for only Sirius to hear

Sirius is just as shocked as the two girls behind them are but at the same time all his blood seems to be rushing downwards because Remus is flushed and he’s got a bruising grip on Sirius’ hips and he’s fucking hot and calling Sirius his and he’s so turned on right now

“Y-Yeah…”

Remus just shoots one more glance at the party and he knows he can’t stand it anymore, “C’mon.”

He pulls Sirius up the dorm staircase and into their dorm room. He locks the door and throws some locking and silencing charms up which instantly makes Sirius’ heart beat faster because what is about to happen

Before he can think much else he’s being shoved against a wall and Remus is attacking his mouth and tugging at his clothes, “need to get their fucking scents off of you…”

And Sirius doesn’t really know what the hell he’s on about but if it involves taking their clothes off he’s all for it.

Pretty soon Remus has got all Sirius’ clothes in a pile far away from their bed and he’s just attacking Sirius’ neck and shoulders and Sirius feels his teeth so many times he thinks he’s going to pass out from the sheer intensity of it all

“You’re mine, Sirius. Promise me.”

“Fuck- I’m yours. I’m yours, holy shit, Moons.”

He thinks he might have passed out because the next thing he knows, he’s waking up with Remus curled up next to him, much more peaceful

He watches Remus sleep for a little bit before he decides he better get up and get ready for classes

He walks sleepily into the bathroom, prepared to start brushing his teeth but stops dead in front of the sink when he sees his reflection

His shoulders and neck- fuck, his entire torso- his hips even, are positively covered with purple and red marks, ranging from small little nips to full on and rounded bruises roughly the size of a Galleon

“Merlin,” Sirius stares at himself in amazement, turning and looking over his shoulder to see more - they trail down his shoulder blades to his wing bones - light, red nail marks are sunk into his skin

“God, Remus.” Sirius whispers to himself, “What the- Merlin.”

“Morning-” James stops dead in his tracks towards the sinks, his eyes fixed on Sirius. His eyes slowly get wider and wider, “For fucks sake. What did he do to you?”

Sirius stutters, “I-”

“No. No I don’t want to know-”

“Morning.” Comes another, softer voice from the doorway

James gives Sirius a little salute and quickly names his exit (”I did not need to see that.”)

“Remus!” Sirius gestures wildly to himself, “Wha-” He turns back towards the mirror, “For Merlin’s sake!”

Remus just walks up to Sirius and wraps both arms around him from behind, gazing at Sirius in the mirror intensely 

It’s then that Sirius notices just how good Remus smells - not like a store bought scent though… like he’s just radiating off… him. His own thick scent that can only be described as Remus and it’s like it’s surrounding them

“Remus-?” But the next thing Sirius knows Remus is pressing his nose deep into Sirius’ neck and inhaling.

Sirius feels frozen as he feels Remus’ grip tighten, his eyes flutter close for a second before they flash back open as Remus very gently bites over one of Sirius’ already sensitive marks

Remus straightens back up with a pleased smile on his face, pressing a kiss to one of the larger marks on Sirius’ shoulder and nodding to himself, “Much better.”

I DON’T KNOW WHY I LIKE POSSESSIVE!REMUS SO MUCH I DON’T KNOW

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Why does everything turn into wolfstar smut?

Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow

In fact, they start to have the opposite effect 

Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied

But Sirius notices

Merlin Sirius notices

It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight 

Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head. 

After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor

Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers

The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep

They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief

Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body

Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger

Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)

But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy

Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit

When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine

And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares 

Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed

And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter

And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked

Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart

This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt

Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification. 

Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist 

By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy 

He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest

Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck

Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom 

He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy

He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways

Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings

Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips

Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment 

Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius

“You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”

He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”

Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch

“Tell me.” He growled. 

When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden

“I can take it.” He said, lowly

Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body 

“It’s you.” He murmured, looking down

Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed

“You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.

“…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”

“What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze. 

Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame

“You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”

Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.  

“Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point. 

Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”

Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”

Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him

“Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”

“You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin. 

“Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”

Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.

“Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”

Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck. 

“You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.

His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?” 

Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.

“Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”

Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.

“Good boy.” Remus whispered.

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#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

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*door flies open and Sirius bursts in*

Sirius:You guys won't believe what I've realized.

Remus: No, no... NO!

Sirius: I'm gonna be a poet. It's punk rock. I've composed my first piece too.

*3 Marauders gape*

Sirius:*reads out*

Siriusly I'm Sirius and I'm too damn hot,

Hotter than Potter or potions boiling in a pot,

Die, cry, shout, pout but I'm better than you lot,

Troublemaker, werewolf-lover, hero in every plot.

Remus:James:

Peter: *cookie drops from gaping mouth*

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Sirius: Hey, Prongs, sometimes I wonder-

James: *Narrows eyes*

Sirius: -If life smokes after it fucks me.

James: What the ever living hell gave you that idea?

Sirius: That’s what Moony does…

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The Witch and Nature

Chapter-1

Nature:

Nature watched the witch messing her fiery curls, groping about the glass bottles, muttering a few spells, trying to find the right herb. The witch was running about trying to heal one of the magical creatures wounded by the humans. Nature knew that the witch would save the animal, she always did.

She remembered the first time the witch had sought power from her. Like the other magic yielders she had also started the ritual to entice her. Her rhythemic chanting had put her in a trance. Nature knew what would come next. It always did. They would feed her with blood, to coerce her with pleasure, the blood of some innocent animal or child that wasn’t their’s to sacrifice. Nature in her hazy pleasurable trance would grant them the magic, the power.

But once nature was herself, she always regretted having fed on an innocent animal’s blood. Grew furious with the magic weilders for daring to hurt her creation. She couldn’t hurt them directly, but always made sure they were stripped of their powers, met with horrible misfortunes and lost their lives in the most gruesome ways. Afterall nature was magic and magic nature.

Nature was in a sort of daze where she would know what was happening but not be able to control it. She would be taken right over the edge without ever soring.

But the red haired girl had shocked the magic out nature. Instead of blood filled with pain and desperation nature tasted something divine, an ambrosia of magic ,of fierceness, an untainted essence of life. Nature for the first time felt herself soaring with exquisite pleasure. It had been the witch’s own blood. Like it was again today.

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Chapter-2

The witch:

Celestia skips through the forest feeling the cold wind caresing her, the almost silence only broken by chirping and twigs snapping beneath her feat. She was on her way to the mountains to fetch some ingredients for her nouvelle potion. She could almost see the sunset, casting warm orangish yellow light seaping through the trees.

She let out a contended sigh, “aahh, the pleasures of life”, smiling to herself.

Her happy ballad was interupted by a pained cry that she was sure of some animal. She was infuriated, “those beasts of humans”,“fucking heartless”.

She had already saved nearly a dozen animals from being sold in the black market. But she had let the captors go with a few bruises and snarled warning.

She ran after the cries for help. Four humans were carrying the animal in a sack. They hadn’t seen her yet,not used to the forest.

Coming out of the shadows,she jinxed them, robbing them of any movements.“Now, now, now, you worthless mingers, seems you are taking something that doesn’t belong to, how typical! ”, a feral smile on her face.

Celestia went to inspect the animal. Ripping through those ropes, she came face to face with the curled body of a small dragon. She gasped in surprise. Dragons were very rare even within the magical realm and too powerful to capture. She didnt know what they had done to the majestic creature. It was shuddering and curled into itself. Its outer scales weren’t broken, they couldn’t have cut through it. She slowly turned the baby dragon over.

One look and she turned to those cruel bastards, with eyes that demanded their blood, their slow painful death. She made their body burn inside out, screams echoing in the forest. But she wasn’t satisfied, she wanted them to suffer. She started making their nerves and vessels twist within their body. She was going to make a thousand different cuts appear on their body, making them beg for death but never giving it. Their shouts of pain, cries for help were her revenge. They had put two daggers with a vial into the dragon’s eyes,the vial of poison getting infused into the dragon’s blood.

A small whimper escaped the dragon. She slit the humans’s throat without another thought. She needed to help the animal. Those humans were worthless, nothing,she couldn’t waste her time torturing them.

She ran with the dragon cradled in her arms back to her cottage. She laid it on a table and tried to remove the knives as quick as possible. The cries of the baby at that time is something that would always haunt her. She tried to heal the wound and was almost successful. But she noticed something strange. The blood was turning a purplish black. She didn’t know any counter potion. She didn’t have the time to try and find one. The animal was letting out pained breaths and would surely die.

Maybe she could draw power from nature, but nature only gave you the power never taught you how to weild it. She didn’t know what to do, how to cure it. She knew very less of poisons and even lesser about dragons. She needed to find someone who knew both.

Who knew about poisons?!she racked her brain. Definitely the group of covenless elves on the edge of the black market. But they wouldn’t help her. They had probably created the poison. Even if they had created it they wouldn’t know anything about dragons. So won’t be able to cure it. She desperately needed someone who knew about the creations of nature…

Wait, creations of nature..nature….nature….“Nature” she exclaimed. Thats who. Nature can surely give life to this animal. She will be able to save it. She looked at the animal and decided she was going to summon the Nature. Those small gasps for air and almost inaudible whimpers only steeled her nerves.

She started running about searching for the right ritual and the ingredients. She knew at the back of her head this was going to end up bad, atleast for her. You ask favors from the devil in return for sacrifices, you never summon the devil. And she was doing just that, one thing no magic weilder ever does, because once u have summoned Nature, there is no turning back.

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Chapter-3

Nature’s pov:

She could feel the same red haired witch starting a ritual. Nature laughed in amusement. Seems like someone was getting addicted to the power, to the feeling of magic coursing through their blood. This was the second time the witch was calling upon her in a lunar cycle,not that nature was in any way displeased. To be honest she was starting to enjoy those moments. To able able to grant power without the baggage of guilt. For once being able to be consumed by pleasure in feasting on her blood.

Nature let herself be lulled into those incantations, that dazed state without a fight. She almost wanted to speed up the process at the same time be in this state a little bit longer before reaching her euphoria. She was on the edge, waiting for the witch’s sweet, ambroisic blood, to feel it and taste it. It just started, she tasted only a few drops, could almost feel being swept away, when she was violently jerked and sucked somewhere.

She roared with ferocity, “which despicable ludicrous mortal dared disturb me?”

When she got no reply she opened her eyes in anger, vowing to kill anyone who had dared to take her away from her red haired witch.

A small woman, with an even smaller voice , came into her view, “ I…. I was the one…. I was the one who..who called upon you, i actually needed help…. I didnt know how to… I wanted to…… ”

“Shut up”.The incessant blabbering was irritating the Nature. She took a closer look and saw that the shuddering girl had red hair like her witch…… Wait….. Actually it was her….her red haired witch.

Nature’s lips turned up in a smirk. Oh now the witch had decided to summon Nature herself. How adorable!..

Her irritation was long gone. Now she was all amused. This was going to be more fun than a few drops of blood.

“What do you want, pet? ”, she took a few steps towards the witch, “ did no one teach you summoning the Nature was dangerous?”, she taunted.

The witch had considerably brought her nerves under control, atleast enough to reply, “ I called upon you to save this dragon. It’s poisoned and i dont know how to cure it. Its going to die without your help. Please, please cure it.”

Ah! So her witch had called upon her to save one of her creatures. Interesting. She would surely save the dragon but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have her fun. Nature almost laughed out loud in glee.

“So you are asking me for a favor? ”…“ you know nothing is gratuitous,right?” , Nature questioned.

The witch was starting to doubt if this was even a good idea to begin with. But one look at the pleading eyes of the dying animal, she knew she made the right decision.

“Yes i know. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just save the dragon, please” she whispered resigned about her fate but determined to save the baby dragon.

Nature was amused more than anything. Her witch was ready to risk everything for an animal. She was shocked a bit too. But she didn’t expect anything less from someone who had sacrificed her blood rather than an innocent beings. Nature slowly walked to the table the dragon was laid on, quietly whimpering in pain. She dragged a finger along its scales taking away the poison with her touch and left a feather light kiss to bring it back to health. The small dragon opened its eyes slowly, being rid of pain, and licked Nature’s hand in gratitude. It looked around the house once, deciding there wasn’t any other danger, let its eyes fall closed in exhaustion, giving a contented whine like groal.

Nature turned back to the witch whose eyes were fixated on the sleeping dragon. Her face was filled with content. She still looked lovingly at the animal,until it was broken by a sudden movement.

The witch almost jumped back in fright. Her green eyes widening, Nature was standing near her, infront of her, the witch could almost feel the power eminating out of Nature, could almost feel it thrumping around her.

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Chapter-4

Do you want my life in return?“ the witch asked, she atleast had to know what was going to happen to her.

Nature only let out chuckle, ” Dont be absurd darling, where would the fun be in that? “

” But you gave life, i thought you would want one in return"… Asked the witch,confused. She didn’t think she had anything else that Nature didn’t already have.

Nature just laughed amused, “No, I’m sure i dont want your life. Now first tell me your name, afterall we are going to be meeting a lot more”

“Celestia”, the witch replied. She honestly didn’t know what was happening anymore.

The witch took a few more steps forward, “Hmm…. Celestia” Nature tested her name on her tongue, “beautiful like the stars”.

She bent down at the witch’s neck and took in a deep breath, “ you smell as heavenly as you taste.” she breathed into Celestia’s ear.

She let a lone finger trace the witch’s face, those perfectly arched brows, the green eyes which couldn’t hide anything now filled with confusion and arousal . Then she rubbed the pad of her thumb across those luscious rose coloured lips, which opened involuntaryly, trying to breathe in air. Along her neck, her pulse beating hard, as though reminding Nature of how good the blood within it tastes. She let herself feel it against her fingers for a few moments, moving further down…..

And suddenly the witch was broken from her daze and moved a few steps back shocked. More with the fact that she had enjoyed it than that it had happened. Her cheeks filled with crimson. She looked up at Naturenot knowing what was happening.

Nature only brought her fingers to trace her warm, blushing cheeks. Nature didn’t know which was redder her fiery hair or crimson cheeks. She ran her other hand through the witch’s hair, purring at its softness.

The witch had closed her eyes. Nature brought her face closer to the witch’s mouth,so that their lips brushed with each word, “Celestia… My darling, open your eyes.”

Celestia was surrounded by Nature. The magical being was crowding her senses. She could only hear her strong yet calm, powerful yet soothing voice; could only see her silver coloured eyes, beautiful and mesmerising like the moon; and her hair like a shadows of darkness,endless like her magic; could feel only her warmth surrounding her, her fingers sending sparks down her body, her feather touches only making her feel warm all over.

Nature smelt like stormy rain and peaceful meadows; she couldn’t quite point out which one. Her lips brushed against Nature’s with her every uneven breath.

“Do you want this?” Nature asked, she could barely wait, “ do you want me to kiss you? ”

The witch wasn’t listening. She was mesmerized by the way Nature’s lips moved, like the waves in a ocean, powerful, chaotic,beautiful.

When Nature didnt get an answer she pulled away from the witch,going to the crook of her neck. She left a languid open mouthed kiss there. Tasting her, teasing her. Tilting her head up, she licked the shell of the witch’s ear, biting softly. The witch let out a low moan.

Nature called back the witch form the pleasurable hazy state she had put in, “Celestia ”,she whispered in her ear. Looking into her eyes, asked again, “do you want this? ”

The witch didn’t know. She had never done this before.She wanted Nature. She also knew this was dangerous,that Nature was dangerous. But she was asking her for permission. It had to count for something right. But her mind reminded her how Nature still had the witch at lease,so would Nature really care for concent if she said no. But did she really want to say no….

“I don’t know”, the witch whispered, beacause she honestly didn’t.

Nature let out a sigh as though she was disappointed. But in a minute it changed to excitement, “So it isn’t a definite no.. Well.. Well… Seems like i have to work to get my prize”. “ I’ve always loved a good chase”, Nature raved.

The witch didn’t know what she had got herself into. She didn’t know if she should be relieved that Nature wasn’t forcing her or afraid that Nature was interested in her. For now she decided she needed to know only one thing, “ if you don’t want my life, what do you want? ”.

“So you are not only beautiful but also smart!”,“My dear Celestia, what i want from you is simply a free pass to come and go to wherever you stay as I please.”

The witch was bewildered, seriously that can’t be it. Nature should be tricking her, fooling her,“ you want only that? To be allowed to enter the cottage as you please? ”

“ To be allowed to enter any place you live as i please”, Nature corrected. “So do we have an agreement? ”, Nature persisted.

Celestia didn’t know if there was a loop hole somewere here but she was sure she wouldn’t be able to find it anyways. This was either way better than dying. And to be honest living alone all the time was boring, not that she thought Nature would be around always. …but she wouldn’t mind some company. So she accepted Nature’s proposition with the feeling of what she hoped was anxiousness and not excitement,said, “deal, you can come and go wherever i live as you please”. “ but i still don’t understand why you want this.”

Now Nature was just smiling and laughing as though she had accomplished something great, “Darling that free entry pass was just the beginning.”…. “The ultimate goal is to capture your heart and own you in bed”.

“ So be ready tomorrow at sunset.”

“You are going to be dined by divinity herself” Nature proclaimed, delighted with herself. She came forward and left a lingering kiss on Celestia’s cheek and disappeared in a whirl of magic.

The witch had practically been ordered to a date. Not even given specific idea about where they might be going. Just given an approximate time. She should be annoyed, furious really. But she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

She was relived that she hadn’t been killed, happy that she could save the animal, somewhat proud that Nature herself wanted her, a witch, and however much she tried to deny it, she was excited for her date tomorrow.

She smiled at the dragon which was slowly opening it’s eyes. It was so small ,she knew it couldn’t really hurt her. When she went to caress the tiny animal, it tried to fly to her,and when it failed simply climbed along her hands and laid on her shoulders leaving a contended sigh when she petted its back and neck. She went to her bed with the dragon curled between her breasts.

Somehow she felt that today was the start of something good. The curled baby dragon and her excited hearts were proof of a new happy beginning.

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“I like hot girls. And I like hot boys. I like hot people. What can I say? I’m shallow.”

- Sirius Black, probably.

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“I’m just saying, in the immortal words of the mighty Merlin, ‘if it looks too perfect, it probably sucks’. And Merlin, baby, do you suck.

- Sirius Black to a heavily blushing Remus Lupin.

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Lies,Love,Lust and Sword

She stood on a rock, her auburn hair flailing about in the ocean wind, those soft lips lifting up in a triumphant smirk. The tip of her sword preesed against the man’s throat standing on the ground below her.

A shudder went through him. He had his eyes downcast. Thinking?regretting?or had he accepted his fate?. She didnt know.

They had been playing a game of secrets. Hiding their ruthless nature, desperately hoping their masks would make the other person love them. Fate was cruel,wasn’t it? She internally chuckled remembering how neither of them had recognised the obvious truth, too caught up in their own lies.

She could still see his arched lips. The lips that had had her chasing her highs with just groaned out words, lips that had had her heart melting with their whispered promises, the same lips that had kissed her with all the devotion in the world. He had always been sweet to her both in words and actions. And suddenly she realised how foolish she had been. Everything she had choose to ignore. She used to sense that he was restrained when being with her:in the ways he glided his fingers over her skin and how he always behaved as though she was fragile. Now she saw that his softness was just a cover for his ruthless self. For the first time she saw him for the trained assassin he was and all that those pretty lips could do was spin lies.

But now was not the time for reminiscence. She would do that later after she had washed of his blood in the oceans.

She pressed her sword at his throat, a bit harder and watched mesmerized the blood trickle down his throat. She lifted his chin up wanting to see the life drain from his eyes.

His adams apple bobed once, twice, and then he lifted his eyes to hers. She wasn’t ready for what she saw in them. It wasn’t resignation or aggression.

Yes there was a tinge of fear maybe even trust(about what she didn’t know) but his eyes,they were filled with lust. Caught off gaurd, she had to tighten her hold on her sword.

She knew she was going to kill him, had to kill him but why shouldn’t she indulge him, herself for the last time. Just for a moment.

She dragged the sharp tip down his neck and lower still. She cut through the shirt reaching his pants and again retraced her path. She glided over the defined muscles, his shoulders and then back again to his abs. She could see the bruises already forming marking where she had been. She flatened her sword again his pebbled nipples,the metal cold against his hot skin. A shudder went through him. She was about to smile in victory. That one moment of gloating cost her.

In a lightning fast move he caught her hands and she knew the mistake she had made. She had again let herself get played. She knew he was going to kill her, after all he had been paid to kill her.

He pulled her down to him. Hands still holding hers over her sword. Even though she hadn’t completely lost the sword, she knew she couldn’t over power him. She only held on to the hilt, futilely, her knuckles turning white. She knew her death was going to be a painful one because she had bruised him now. She wouldn’t look at him, wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

He shocked her again. He took her fingers of the sword and lifted them to his lips; left feather light kisses on each one. Sucked them into his warm mouth and lapped at them like he would her pussy.

She was starting to get turned on. But confusion clouded her mind. She didn’t understand what was happening. “what are you doing? Are you cozening for one last lay before you kill me?”

Her voice brought hin out of his lust induced haze. He seemed appaled by her suggestion. He immediately let his hands off the sword and cupped her face. “ I’m sorry i ever deceived you. I never thought i would grow to care about someone ”…..he let out a resigned sigh and continued….. “ at first i was only fascinated by you, but then along the way i feel in love with you and now i can’t imagine a life without you”

She started laughing aith his absurd proclamation of love,“ you have to come up with a better plan to decieve me again. Those three little words aren’t enough to bait me” she said.

He seemed hurt but as though he understood, “ Mara i didn’t know you were the Amara of Asclepius that i was paid to kill, everything we had was true! The only thing i hid was that i was a warrior. Mara i didn’t, couldn’t ever hurt you.” He lifted the hand that held her sword to his chest above his heart and held it there.

“Mara, i love you with all my heart and i realized this only when you had the sword at my neck. I realized i would rather die than lie without you. "he said his hands holding hers, the sword pressed to his chest.

She was shocked to say the least. Her heart was beating against in her chest. He had confessed his love with a sword aimed at his heart. She somehow knew he was being earnest. She knew he wouldn’t kill her, the sword at his chest now was proof enough. But she had more pressing doubts.

But should she take him back? Was he actually in love with her? Would they even be compatible? He killed for a living, she studied and healed. At the same time his confession rang in her head loud, clear, repeatedly. And then it stuck her. She didnt care either. She would rather take a chance with him and face any thing rather than be without him.

She threw her sword to the ground and lept on him, kissing his lips with soo much passion he stumbled back a few steps before pulling her closer. Their hands moved with a frenzy, feeling the other confirming that the other person was actually here. They broke away when he groaned when her hands brushed over one of the bruises she had made.

She sent a sheapish smile ,and said"I’m so sorry about that, i dont know what came over me”.

She traced her tongue over the shell of his ear and whispered, “ i promise i’ll make it up to you”

Goasting her hands over the bruise she made just above his pants she added in a teasing tone , “ but from your reactions one might say you actually enjoyed it”

He pulled her even more closer so that their bodies were molded and practically purred, “you have no idea how much”.

But before they could lose themselves in the other’s body, he pulled away and aterted dragging her away saying,“ this place is far too open and i have far too many things i wanna do to you”.

She laughed ang said,“whats the hurry we have the rest of our life to ourselves”

With his eyes filled with love and the biggest smile she had seen on him he promised"the rest of our live together".

They left the beach hand in hand.

He knew that they he would make sure they had the rest the rest of their lives to love each other. He wasn’t the best assassin in the realms for nothing.