#NEWT I JUST THINK YOUR SO NEAT

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Not fanfiction fanart but still fanart! @newtsnaturethings modern au character design because they second they posted I became obsessed.

Link is OK.

But someone’s about to dieeeeeeeeeeee.

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Newts and Water Hyacinths

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Deciding to spend his day with his favourite girl, Eddie goes to her home, but where is she?

Word Count : 1.2K

Warnings : Pure fluff, use of Y/N, potential incorrect information about plants, pet names, reader is basically the child of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom, kisses, Eddie is whipped lol.

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Eddie coming over wasn’t a new thing at all, you were friends for a year or so before dating so him being at your home was a common occurrence.

He knocked on the front door before pushing it open and letting himself in. “Honey I’m home,” he called out, chuckling lightly. No response. “Baby? Where are you?”

Wondering through the lounge and the kitchen he couldn’t find the girl he adored so much. Jogging up the stairs, fingers tapping on the bedroom door before he entered.

Cosy and neat-ish, well your neat. Plants all over the room in various sizes and colours, books stacked upon books, notebooks and journals overflowing with drawings and facts about animals and plants, shells and pretty rocks sat on shelves. Not here either.

Eddie tried not to panic but couldn’t really help it, there was only one other place you’d be. He pushed back the nets on your window slightly and sighed with relief.

The small stream sparkling in the days sunlight. Stood in patchwork dungarees, and wellie boots, a smile noticeable from miles away, was you, Eddies favourite person.

Many people couldn’t believe that you and Eddie were dating. His mean and satanic appearance making it seem impossible for him to be with someone so kind and loveable.

But you were one of the few people who saw through Eddies outer layer, saw him for the sweet and gentle boy he really was.

Smiling to himself Eddie headed back down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the back door. Wandering down to the beautiful stream. “Hey Sweetheart!”

Looking up from your crouched position you smiled at the curly haired metal head. “You found me.”

“I’ll always find you. Figured if you weren’t in the house, you’d be here. Found anything.”

Nodding and brushing a stray hair away from your face you picked up a water filled jar that also held a small newt. “Aren’t they cute Eds?” you asked, standing up to show him.

“It’s a red spotted newt, they’re not normally from places like this, so I might take them inside. Get dad to take a look, make sure they’re safe,” as you explained, he watched your brows furrow in slight concern for the creature.

“That’s a real sweet thought, I think it’s a great idea. We might have to get them somewhere a little bigger to stay though,” he suggested, to which you nodded.

Picking up one of your journals from the slightly damp grass, you passed the jar to Eddie. Climbing from the steam a ramble began, “I drew a couple of water hyacinths too, which isn’t great, I’ll have to tell mom. They can be really invasive, they’re actually a hazard for boats and grow really quickly!”

“Is that right?” Eddie said, sliding his hand into your free one, holding the jar with their newt buddy in the other. “Mhm it’s real pretty Ed’s but so dangerous!”

“Like you?”

“Me?!” your eyes widening as you looked at the boy.

“Yeah baby, just like you. So pretty, but you’re almost like a siren!”

“How?”

“Everyone just loves you. All wanna be your friends, or more. You have to let them all down easy cause you’ve got your bunch already.”

Nodding in agreement, “‘M not dangerous though Eds.”

“With eyes as pretty as those baby, you could make anyone do anything you wish. Trust me I know.”

“You know Ovid said that Sirens were friends of the Goddess Persephone, they were turned into monsters when Hades abducted her.”

“How do you keep all that knowledge in that head?”

“Dunno. It’s nothing useful though,” you shrugged. Motioning to the bench near the back door Eddie placed the jar down, “Sit.”

You complied. “Its interesting though, and some people will think it’s useful, depends who you talk too.” He squatted down, gently taking you boot covered foot in hand.

“Hm, maybe.”

“Definitely, do you know how much I hear Henderson praising you and saying how cool you are for knowing all this stuff. Even Sinclair Junior thinks it’s awesome and nothing impresses her,” he laughed, pulling the red boot off and placing it next to the bench to dry.

Wiggling your toes, Eddie smiled at your multicoloured thick socks. “Erica’s a sweetheart.”

“So are you, saving that newt, saving the steam from those flowers, saving me from being a lonely old grump.”

That did make you laugh, as he pulled off the other boot you spoke, “You’d never end up alone, so many people love you. Including me.”

“Yeah? You love me?” he grinned, it wasn’t a phrase you’d really said to him before.

“Yeah Eds, I love you a lot. Favourite person and all. Only person who I share everything with.”

“I love you too, and thank you for that, love your rambles. Love everything about you sweet girl.”

Standing up his full height he took her hands, “Careful, climb up on the bench, don’t want you dirtying your socks.” Slowly standing up, keeping your hands in Eddies, now taller than him.

Leaning down you softly pressed your lips to his plush ones, arms wrapping round his neck and legs around his waist. Pulling away you spoke, “Don’t drop me.”

“Never,” he stated, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll come back for you in a sec buddy,” he said to the orange amphibian in the glass jar. Placing you down on the counter, Eddie could only beam at you, pushing falling strands of hair behind your ears he kissed you once more.

It was always something that made your heart feel like it’d come out of your chest. Fingers running through the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly so he’d know not to stop.

If you didn’t have to breathe, you’d never let him stop, never ever. Would kiss him for the rest of time. Breaking away with a chuckle, Eddie rubbed his thumb on your rosy cheeks, kissing there too.

“You go and find a bigger home for our friend and I’ll go fetch ‘em and your journal, okay?” Words weren’t working for you at the minute, mind still racing from the kiss, so nodding would have to do.

Jumping down from the counter gently, you rummaged though the cupboards for a suitable waiting space. Perfect an old fish bowl, “Hey Eds we’ll have to make a trip back down to the stream,” you called out.

“Why’s that?” head popping round the door, and placing the jar and book on the side, Eddie wandered over. “Need the water, don’t want the little guy to get sick. Too much change can’t be good.”

“I’ll go, you stay put,” kissing your cheek once more, he grabbed the fish bowl and wandered away. Watching him walk down the garden, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were.

Having someone so kind, so considerate, a great friend, and even better boyfriend, just someone who you never had to pretend with. You could just be Y/N and he could just be Eddie. And that was perfect for you.

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june 2: oyster | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 502

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“Alright there, Moony? Looking a bit pale,” Sirius asks in between inhaling his breakfast and reviewing what sparse notes he made for the Potions NEWT.

Remus looks up from his mug of tea (gripped between large hands like a lifeline). There are shadows under his eyes: another late night, then. Exams are upon them, and the way Remus studies has become obsessive.

“You need food too, mate,” James piles bacon onto Remus’ plate, ignoring his grumbles – almost growls, since it’s only a week until the full moon and the lines blur a bit in those days. “Yes, you’re very big and very scary. Now eat your breakfast.”

I should have done that, Sirius thinks because something in him believes the job is his. He’s never been good at caring for anything, hanging onto James even for his own needs, but it’s different, somehow, with Remus. There is a duality: being thankful for James’ care and resentful of it.

The owls come as they do every day, a flurry of wings and feathers. It’s a bright, clear day and they disturb the sun rays as they swoop through the Great Hall.

Remus gets the newspaper (something obscure about literature) and a beautiful, haughty looking owl lands in front of Sirius, raising a dignified foot with a small parcel for him to unwrap.

“What did you get?” James asks as the owl takes off, scoffing at Sirius’ offering of a sausage.

It’s an oyster shell, gold encrusted with an artisan's precision. Inside of it a marble eye, a shade of green which reminds him of autumn and of something else. He finds comfort in the colour - it’s why he chose it – a memory of warm fires and long cozy nights, of the happiness he feels when, as Padfoot, he’s surrounded by pack.

Sirius clips the silver chain the oyster is attached to around his neck “It’s an oisrí feiceálaí,” he hopes he doesn’t butcher the pronunciation, glances at Remus to make sure, “I’ve come across them when researching for my dissertation.”

“What does an oyster have to do with ancient runes?” Remus finds his voice at the bottom of the tea mug.

“Well… nothing. I just thought it was neat. It’s the symbol of fifth dimensional vision.”

“Sure you didn’t accidentally study Divination?”

“Hilarious, Prongs.”

Something catches James’ eye across the Great Hall – more likely someone – and he shoots up with a harried I have to go, see you at the exam!

Remus leans across the table, with a careful hand reaches for the necklace. Studies it, turning it around in his fingers. They oyster looks small in his grasp, the silver more pronounced against the golden skin.

“Very pretty, Sirius,” he says, and Sirius feels the sentence like it means something else, “Will you tell me more about it, after the exam?”

Remus looks up from the oyster, straight into Sirius’ face, eyes reddened and shiny from the lack of sleep and –

- well, Sirius knows what the green reminded him of.

NOTES:

this is part two of a 30-part series of shorts: I’m aiming for them all to be readable as standalone but are a part of a bigger story (better read together and in order, in my opinion)

oisrí feiceálaí, to the best of my knowledge, means seer oyster in Gaelic. It’s not actually a thing but I came across this and thought it was pretty and ostentatious enough for Sirius to wear ALCHEMICAL OYSTER PEARL

Remus is always autumn to me - by that logic Sirius in Winter, James is Summer (self explanatory, really). Peter is Spring I suppose. But I don’t ever write him into my fics so who’s to say

speaking of Peter - let’s say he’s already at the venue for the potions exam, absolutely shaking from stress and desperately cramming last minute revision

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(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged in next parts)

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Daffodils & Dragons || Draco M. x F! H! Reader

synopsis; studying for the NEWTs, time had caught you and you had completely forgotten about the yule ball. finding yourself at a gryffindor party a few days before, your short friendship with draco starts to unravel, leading you to a side of him you’ve never seen.

a/n; teehee. this is. long. it was a very self indulgent fic, as a plus size reader/writer who has a very soft spot for draco, i just wanted to write for him 🫶 also this is my first time writing smut, please be nice

story notes; SMUT (MINORS DNI), plot with porn, alcohol, p in v (wrap it before you tap it, PLEASE), mattheo is kinda an asshole and does mean things to (y/n), self-conscious thoughts abt self, romance, angst at the end BUT THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING

tw; sexual assault, potion misuse, alcohol spiking. please lmk if there’s something i’m missing!!

wc; 13.2k. i got carried away whoopsies

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The NEWTs were known to be the worst exams you could ever take at Hogwarts, hence their full name; nastily exhausting wizarding tests. For the first half of the year, it had been filled with studying, attending tutoring sessions by my professors, and more studying. Exhausting, truly. I knew I didn’t need to push myself so hard, but I was trying so hard to follow in my parents footsteps, to become a potioneer.

I'd grown up around them explaining and showing me the processes of potion making, and it occupied a good portion of my mind for most of my childhood. A NEWT in the subject would mean the world to me, and hence the studying was needed.

“(Y/n), dearie, you need to get your head out of that book and get some air,” a voice said from behind me, and I noticed it was hannah.

“I’m quite alright, thank you though Han,” I said, quietly resuming the notes I'd been taking. I still had a few hours left until dinner, and I was keen on studying until then.

“(Y/n), please love. Take a break. You’ve been in your notes all semester. It’s a wonder how you aren’t burnt out yet," Hannah said, sliding into the chair next to me as she grabbed my hand, pulling my attention away again. “Join me tonight; there’s a party I want to go to, and I know you aren’t keen on them, but I think it’ll do you good. You haven’t been to a party since your fourth year. You need to relax,” she begged, her eyes silently pleading for me to go.

“Hannah, you? A party? What happened to miss prefect,” I said, giggling as I shut the book in front of me.

“I know, I know. It’s just…” she trailed off, her cheeks gaining a pink hue to them, and I immediately knew what she was getting at.

“I get it. Longbottom will be there, won’t he?” I teased, enjoying the way her cheeks flared, her eyes avoiding mine as she nodded. I let out a laugh, gathering the notes and pens I had scattered around the table. “Fine, I'll be your wingwoman. But for this, you owe me a butterbeer next time we go to Hogsmeade!” I mused, putting the materials in a neat pile as I heard Hannah cheer.

“Oh, thank you (Y/n)! Thank you! C’mon, we’ve got to get you out of these robes, and I need to do my hair!” She said, happiness apparent in her voice as she pulled me from my chair and out of the library, my books in my arms as she dragged me all the way to the Hufflepuff dorms, ignoring the stares we received, and into our shared room.

Placing my books on my desk, I took off my robe and draped it over the bed, leaving me in my uniform. Undoing my hair from the loosened braid, I let it fall over my shoulders as I sat on my bed, watching Hannah dig through the trunk at the end of hers.

“I don’t even know what to wear. I didn’t think this far ahead. I'm so nervous (Y/n), what if he doesn’t even notice me!” Hannah said, picking out a few dresses she had stored and throwing them over her bed. A dark red one caught my eye, and I quirked an eyebrow.

“Han, that one,” I pointed to the red one, watching as her face darkened again.

“(Y/n/n), that one…it’s too revealing!” She squeaked, getting off her knees as she picked it up, holding it to her frame. “It’d show…everything!”

“Isn’t that what you want? Neville will definitely notice you then,” I smirked, watching as her eyes widened with realization.

“Merlin, (Y/n). Find something and change, I'll be right back,” she said, skipping into the bathroom with the red dress as I let out a giggle. “Oh, Hannah,” I said, shaking my head as I left the plush surface of my bed and dug through my own trunk. Throwing out a few options, I sighed, wondering if I even had a dress that would be good enough for a Gryffindor party, though I thought it was odd they were throwing one on a Thursday.

“Hannah, can I rummage through your trunk?” I shouted, hoping she could hear me through the door.

“Do you not have a dress, (Y/n)? I thought you had that sparkly green one?” She shouted back, and I turned my eyes back to my trunk, digging through it until I found what she was talking about. It was a dress I had bought a few years ago to attend a Slytherin party, but never ended up wearing or even attending, due to not wanting to be tormented by Draco or his goons. Standing up, I held the dress to my body, watching as the dark green fabric sparkled in the dormitory light. Shrugging, I figured this was as good as it was going to get, and stripped off my uniform and tights before unclasping my bra and pulling the dress over my head. My figure had definitely filled out since I had bought the dress; it bunched up around my hips, and the low chest line left little to imagine as it pushed my chest up slightly. The dress ended mid thigh, and the sleeves were a sheer dark green that fell off my shoulders. I'd be lying if I said I didn’t feel sexy in this dress, and I ran my hands over myself, feeling the pudginess of my tummy. Turning around, I eyed the low cut in the back, wary of how it almost showed off my ass, but other than that it was perfect. Running a hand through my hair, I enjoyed the waves in the length from the hairstyle it had been in all day.

“Han, can I borrow some of your makeup?” I asked, looking at her as she exited the bathroom. The red dress hugged her figure tight, accentuating her hips and showed off more of her thighs than I could ever think of. “Wow…Han…you look stunning,” I said, shaking myself from my best friend's beauty as she laughed.

“I could say the same about you, dearie. You look hot!” She grabbed my hand and spun me, a laugh ripping its way from my throat. “I'll do your makeup, sit on my bed!”

Listening to her, I took place on her bed, sure to not let the material around my thighs ride up as I heard her murmur a spell, her wand directly in my face as I felt a cool breeze against it. “All done!” She sang, hopping up from the bed to slip on some black kitten heels and I rolled my eyes.

“I thought you were against using magic for makeup?” I asked, making my way back over to the mirror to see what she had done.

“I am, for the most part, but tonight calls for a special occasion.”

Looking in the mirror, I brought a hand up to my face, careful to not smudge the makeup on my face. The blemishes on my face were covered, the blush on my face making me look flushed constantly. There was a shimmery eyeshadow on my lids, along with a fine flick of eyeliner and mascara. Tinted gloss was on my lips, and I felt prettier than ever. “Thank you, I look so pretty!” I beamed, turning around at Hannah who had a smile on her face.

“You always look pretty, now grab some shoes! The party has already started!”

"What?!"

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The music boomed in my ears as Hannah dragged me into the Gryffindor common room. I could already smell the booze in the air, and everybody was tightly together. My eyes wandered, and I saw a pair of hands on a girl's hips, dragging her ass into the male's crotch, and I inwardly cringed. If I had known this was how the party was going to be, I would've contemplated a bit more on coming, or wearing something different.

"I'm going to go get something to drink, Han. go find Neville," I said, removing my hand from hers as she nodded, and in an instant, her body was lost in the sea of seventh years. Shaking my head, I maneuvered to the side of the room, my eyes landing on a bottle of sherry and my heart eased its panic. Grabbing a cup, I poured the liquid in, but just as I was about to grab a mixer for it, a pair of hands slithered onto my hips.

"(Y/n), you look stunning tonight," the voice whispered in my ear, barely audible over the music, and the smell of firewhiskey invaded my senses. Turning around, I was met with Mattheo, a fellow seventh year who I had a few classes with over the last few years.

"Hi to you too, Mattheo," I said, giving him a polite smile as I tried to turn my attention back to the alcohol in my hands.

"Whadda shame," he slurred, his hand gripping my hips even tighter as he leaned in closer, "I woulda loved to take you out, now that I know what would be under that dress of yours," his hands ran up and down my sides, an unwelcome shiver running down my spine. Mattheo was far past drunk, and while I couldn't excuse his actions, the better part of me knew I needed to get him away from the alcohol.

"Matt, c'mon," I said, placing my cup down on the table behind me as I grabbed his sleeve, tugging him towards an empty loveseat in the corner. His frame towered above me as we made our way over, the music growing quieter as we moved away from the speakers. Gesturing for him to sit down, I ran a hand over the butt of my dress before sitting, cursing the way it slid up anyways.

"Y'so pretty, y'know that (Y/n/n)? I always thought you were pretty." He said after a few moments, his head lifting up from where it was resting against the back of the couch. I blushed at his words, hoping it wasn't visible in the dim lights.

"You're drunk, mattheo, you don't mean that." I said, pulling my gaze away from his face and scanning the crowd. I could see Hannah grinding against Neville, a drink in both their hands as they laughed, and my heart felt heavy again. Hannah was so pretty, her hair falling over her shoulders as she danced with neville. Her dress hugged her in all the right spots, the red complimenting her skin. If she hadn't been sorted into Hufflepuff, Gryffindor would've been my next guess, solely because of the color with her skin. The thoughts gnawed at my mind for a few more songs, constantly comparing myself with the other girls I knew, and how drastically different I looked than them.

As the next song played, a warm and calloused hand gripped the bare skin on my thigh, slowly working its way up. I didn't need to turn to know who it was; Mattheo. My skin froze, and I could hear my heart in my ears.

"Bet if I reached up a little more, I could feel how wet you are, baby," he slurred in my ear, his other hand coming to grip my face as he slammed his lips against mine. A muffled yelp escaped my lips from the contact, and I could feel his fingers against my pantyline. Panic flooded my system, and I pushed myself away from him, attempting to get up from the couch before he pulled me into his lap.

"No, no, (Y/n). I know you want me just as much as I want you, baby." Mattheo's hand clawed at my chest, groping one of my breasts as the other one kneaded my ass. It wasn't pleasurable; it was the opposite. I hated it, I wanted his hands off me, I wanted to burn this dress and my skin.

“Hey, mate. What's the big idea?” A voice said from behind me, and it was that moment that I realized I had been crying. Cedric stood behind me, his arms crossed against his chest before reaching out for me, pulling me up from Mattheo.

“Cedric,” I whimpered softly, feeling one of his hands rub my arm as he continued to glare at Mattheo, who had thrown his arms up in defense, and the smirk on his face made me want to puke.

“She wanted it, man. I could feel how wet she was under that slutty dress," Mattheo started before he was met with a punch to his face. The people around us had started to stare, and I could feel myself shrinking into Cedric's arm, trying to hide from them.

“Don’t ever say that about her, or another girl for that matter, Riddle,” Cedric spat, turning us around to make way to the other side of the room. “Are you okay, love?” He asked, his hand rubbing my arm once more as I pulled my dress down more. I couldn’t do anything but nod, trying to stop the tears falling from my eyes as we sat down with some other Hufflepuffs who had taken residence at one of the tables.

“(Y/n)? oh my god, love. what happened?” I heard Hannah behind me, and I turned around to face her, watching as she left Neville's arm and rushed over to me, cupping my face in her hands as she brushed stray tears away from my face.

“Riddle is what happened. I saw his hand up her dress when I went to get another drink, so I went to get her. Ended up decking the fucker in the face,” Cedric said, rubbing his knuckles as Hannah continued to comfort me.

“I-I think I might just go back to our dorm, Han.” I said quietly, holding one of her hands as she nodded. “I'll come and walk you back,” she got up, and I shook my head. “I don’t want to ruin your night, you stay here with Nev and the others. I'll be fine,” I said, lifting myself out of the chair.

“(Y/n), I’m not comfortable with you walking around the school after this. Somebody needs to walk with you,” she stated before a cough behind us distracted us.

“I'll walk her; I'm leaving anyway,” Draco said, his eyes shifting between the two of us. His sleeves of his black dress shirt were pushed to his elbows, his usually neat hair tousled as his eyes landed on mine. He looked like he had been in a fight too, but then I noticed his knuckles were bright red, just like Cedric's, confirming my suspicion. I wouldn’t put it past Malfoy to do something, on tonight of all nights too.

“Fine, but if I hear one thing from her, your ass is mine, got that Malfoy?” Hannah said, her hands resting on her hips as he nodded. “Noted; let’s get you back to your dorm, (Y/n),” Draco said, moving out of the way so I could leave the table. A shiver ran down my spine from him calling me by my first name; usually it was (L/n), or mudblood. First name basis was reserved for people close to him.

The walk to the Hufflepuff entrance was quiet, not many students to be seen. It was well past midnight at this point, and I cursed myself inwardly for letting time slip so fast. Thank Godric there were no prefects out at the moment though.

“Are you okay?” Draco asked, breaking the silence as he fell into step beside me. Looking up at him, I could see the concern written on his face, but he didn’t dare touch me.

“I think I'm alright. I’ll be fine, anyhow,” I started, unsure of what else to say as I wrapped my arms around myself, the late fall air cold, even inside the building.

“Here,” Draco held out a jacket, one I was unaware he was even holding, and I shook my head.

“It wouldn't fit, but thank you anyways,” I gave him a sad smile, brushing some stray strands of hair out of my face.

“Merlin, you’re stubborn,” Draco groaned before setting the jacket over my shoulders. It was warm from being in his arms, and smelled like musk and apples.

“I…thank you,” I muttered, grasping the edges of it gently as it fell quiet again. Soon enough, we reached the Hufflepuff entrance; its giant oak doors were daunting to me as I tried not to let the events of the last few hours crash down on me in front of Draco.

“Do you need me to go in with you?” He asked, noticing the worry on my face as his hands shifted a bit, almost as if he did want to help me.

“Oh-um. No, thank you,” I squeaked out, embarrassed that he saw the worry on my face, “here, thank you again,” I said, shuffling off the jacket as I placed it back into his arms, the brush of my fingers against his arms electrifying.

“Of course. i’ll see you in potions tomorrow,” he said, turning around, leaving me in the hall with a pale blush on my face, not one caused by makeup.

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The blaring of my alarm woke me up with a jolt, and I couldn’t help but groan, throwing a pillow over my head as I tried to drown the noise out. Just because I was in the sweetest house of them all didn’t mean I couldn’t be a bitch without sleep.

“Godric's sake, (Y/n) turn that blasted thing off. I have a bad enough headache as it is," Hannah groaned, throwing one of her pillows at me as I reached for the alarm on my bedside table, smacking around a bit until I hit the button, silence once again obtained. Pushing myself up, I blinked a few times, trying to figure out the mess that was on the floor. Clothes were scattered everywhere, a wand on top of everything. Shoes weren’t neatly put away under the beds, and a pile of clothing I didn’t recognise was on top of Hannah's trunk. The green dress I had on last night was draped neatly around one of the posters on my bed, and it took a few moments for a few things to click. One was that Neville was sleeping soundly on the other side of Hannah, hence the pile of clothes I didn’t recognise. Two, was that Draco was oddly nice to me last night after everything that had happened, and that if my speculations were right, he also got a few punches in at Mattheo.

“Hannah, c’mon. you’ve got to get up,” I said, throwing off the warm blankets as my feet met the cold stone on the ground.

“Not going to classes…Too hungover…” she moaned from under her blankets, and I stifled a laugh as I stripped out of my sleepwear and into my uniform.

“Snape will be mad at you, you know that right?” I asked, tightening the tie around my neck before leaning over to place the school loafers on my feet.

“Don’t care,” she replied before a heavy snore echoed through the room. Oh Neville.

“I'll miss you; make sure you use a condom,” I snickered as I grabbed my bag and robe, leaving the room before another object could be thrown at my head.

Settling down at the Hufflepuff table, I grabbed the notes out of my bag before filling my plate with the breakfast goods. I could feel eyes burning into the back of my head, but I opted to ignore it as I smiled at Cedric, who had just joined the table as well.

“Morning, (Y/n). how’d you sleep?” He laughed, ruffling my hair as I scoffed, threading a few fingers through my hair to undo the mess he had just made.

“Just fine, thank you.” I mumbled, rolling my eyes with a smile as I flipped open the notebook in front of me, ignoring that Cedric had stolen a sausage link off my plate. “Any more of you got laid last night?” I asked, enjoying the uproar of laughter that echoed out.

“Cedric got close with Cho, if I recall correctly,” Abby said, nudging him in the side as Ethan tossed a crumpled up straw wrapper at him from across the table.

“I probably would’ve, if you two hadn’t interrupted the game!” He laughed, which made me look up from my notes.

“There was a game?” I asked, looking around at my friends.

“Yeah, Ron started a game of spin the bottle, the one muggle game, but Pansy added on seven minutes in heaven. It was wonderfully funny.” Ethan cackled before shoveling eggs into his mouth.

“Oh…sounds lovely.” I mused, shaking my head as I turned back towards my notes.

“Malfoy wouldn’t play after he returned though. He looked seriously shaken yet deeply in love," Abby commented, Cedric nodding in agreement as he continued to eat off my plate.

“Wait…Draco came back? He said he was going to his dorm after he walked me back.” The confusion must’ve been written clearly across my face, as everyone fell silent.

“He..he did come back. But didn’t do anything but pour a cup or five of firewhiskey for himself,” Ethan shrugged, looking around the group. “What? She asked, and I told. Pansy threw a nasty fit when her spin landed on him, and he refused to kiss her for the bare minimum.”

“It's fine, guys, I swear. I just didn’t know, that’s all,” I said, shutting my notebook and giving a fake smile before I took a sip of the orange juice in front of me. The bell rang a few moments later, and we all said our goodbyes as we headed our separate ways. I usually had Hannah alongside me while we made our way to potions, but because of her ‘hangover’, she wasn’t here, and I felt extremely anxious. Another set of feet were following close behind me, and it made my pace pick up as I clutched my bag tighter in my arms, but their pace increased too. The anxiety inside me was skyrocketing as I reached the door of the potions room, and I flung it open, rushing to my usual seat. I didn’t want to see who was behind me, I didn’t want to know if it was some poor student trying to catch up to me, or if it was Mattheo trying to make another move. Settling down, I took a few deep breaths to try and calm down as other students filled the room. Hearing the chair scrape on the floor next to me, I pulled my gaze from my lap to see Draco sitting next to me, an irritated look on his face as he slouched back, his gaze on the board at the front of the class. I guess he noticed me looking at him, and he turned to me with a scoff.

“What? Something on my face, (Y/n)?” He asked, his word choice not matching up with his tone. “You’re a bloody fast walker, by the way. Practically running down the hall, you git.”

I blushed, turning away from him as I dug my notes out of my bag, watching as Snape scribbled something on the board. “I didn’t know it was you following me. I thought it was…” I trailed off, not wanting to recall the memories from last night.

“He won't be bothering you, love,” Draco said before shutting up. Besides being one of Snape's top students, it didn’t stop the glares from the professor to get him to shut up.

“If the class would like to start, we will be going over Amortentia today. You will be expected to make a decent potion of it by the end of class and have a three page essay over its components and your results by next Monday,” Snape said, my eyes drifting over the ingredients laid out on the table in front of us. I could hear the groans emitting from the students around me; an essay over the weekend wasn’t something anyone wanted.

“You will be partnered up with your desk mate today; given the…amount of students missing,” Snape continued, my head snapping up. Oh Godric. Hannah was usually my desk mate, the spot now taken by Draco. Not that he was a bad potions partner per se, probably the best in the class actually, give or take me. But we walked a line I didn’t know existed until a few months ago, when the term started. Always on the receiving end of his taunts, the boy’s words stopped carrying the sting they did from the first few years of school. Now, they stopped all together, and he was…friendly. In a Draco way. It was confusing, especially after yesterday’s events.

“Right, I muttered to myself, following the instructions I had written down in my notes, distracting myself from my previous thoughts as I poured my attention into the cauldron in front of me. I didn’t notice the way Draco was watching me, his gaze scanning my face, noticing the way my brows furrowed in concentration and how I stuck out my tongue as I bruised the peppermint heads with the mortar and sprinkled them into the potion, then dropped the whole leaves in. He continued to watch as I dropped in the powdered moonstone, stirring three times and seeing the way my eyes sparkled over the golden cauldron.

Scribbling down notes quickly for the essay, I turned to look at Draco, quirking a brow at his unlit cauldron.

“Aren’t you going to start?” I asked, dropping a handful of rose thorns into the pot before I covered the top with a silk cloth.

“We’re partners, if you didn’t hear Snape correctly. We were supposed to be doing this together,” his eyes glanced over the covered cloth, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Oh, shit,” I clamped a hand over my mouth, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I'm so sorry, Draco. I got carried away,” I moaned, hiding my face behind my hands as I rested my elbows on the table. He laughed from beside me, a delightful sound to my ears as I peeked between my fingers.

“S’alright, (Y/n). Less work for me. I guess to pay you back for doing the hard work, I'll tackle the essay for you.” A hand found its way to my shoulder, and I jumped in surprise before it retracted immediately. “Sorry,” Draco mumbled, and I removed my hands from my face, watching him stare at his own notes with a slight pink tinge to both our cheeks.

“S’okay, Dray,” I said, the nickname rolling off my tongue as I lifted the silk. “Looks like it’s done, yeah?” I asked, looking at the pearlescent color swirling around.

“It does. Let me take a whiff," Draco said, grabbing the other side of the silk as he lifted it off. I watched as his head went closer to the pot, his eyes closing as he inhaled the scent.

“What does it smell like?” I asked as he pulled away, watching as he took his sweet time to exhale the breath he was holding.

“It smells like..amber and vanilla. and a hint of cinnamon,” he finally said, and I scribbled it down. My chest felt heavy at the description, but for what, I couldn’t pin. Was I upset that draco didn’t smell me? Was I happy that he didn’t? I didn’t know.

“Your turn,” Draco said to me as he finished writing his findings, and I gave a curt nod, brushing back a strand of hair so it didn’t dip in the potion as I leaned forward. My senses were flooded with the smell of apples, sandalwood, musk, and a hint of peppermint.

“What does it smell like?” Draco asked as I removed my face from the potion, pulling my hand down to let my hair fall back down.

“It smells like apples, sandalwood, and peppermint,” I said, grabbing my quill again as the bell rang for class change. I missed the raging blush on Draco's face as I put away my things, making sure the leftover ingredients were left on the edge of the desk.

“I'll help you with cleanup, professor,” a voice said over the chatter of students. I noticed it was Mattheo, and I groaned, anxiety settling in my bones once again. I hadn’t even realized he made it to class, surprisingly, but at least this meant I didn’t have to deal with him in the halls.

“Start with the back row; dump the cauldrons into the sink and wash your hands after everyone,” Snape's voice called out, and as I made my way out of the room behind Draco, I noticed Mattheo sending me a sly smile, making my skin crawl as I exited the room.

“What's your next class?” Draco asked, his long strides growing shorter as his steps fell into sync with mine.

“I have a free period next; I'll probably spend it studying in the library. The potions NEWTs are next week, and I want to be as prepared as I can,” I replied, my voice getting lost in the sea of students as they chatted and moved out of the way for us. Seems Draco still held his reputation around school.

“Ah, well, good luck with studying. I'm sure you’re going to ace the NEWTs next week, even without studying. You’re top of our class, (Y/n).” He said as we both unconsciously made our way to the library.

“You’re too kind to me now, Draco. What happened to your comments?” I asked, leaving no room for a response as I opened and closed the library door behind me, leaving Draco in the hall.

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I had taken up residence at my usual table in the library, books and notes once again scattered around me as I pounded information into my weary brain. I'd very much had skipped my classes for the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon; it wouldn’t hurt to lose a point or two off some assignments that were going to be turned in late in lieu of studying. Dropping my quill, I stretched back, my arms above my head as I heard my back crack. A low moan left my lips from the pop, and I slouched back down, pulling my skirt back down from its shifting upward.

“Merlin, (Y/n), have you been here all day?” A voice said, and I looked over to its owner.

“Hi, ‘mione. nice to see you too,” I laughed, watching as she set a tray down in front of me.

“You missed dinner, so I brought you some. I figured you’d be in here since you weren’t in defense or herbology.” She said as I eyed the potatoes on the tray, and she pushed it closer, rolling her eyes with a laugh as I said a quick thanks and scarfed the food down. I didn’t realize how hungry I was, having been too engrossed in the books to realize my bodily needs.

“If you weren’t so kind, you definitely would be in Ravenclaw,” Hermione shook her head as I gave her a shy smile.

“Just trying to be my best, that’s all.” I said, placing the fork down on the empty plate.

“Oh, by the way, someone asked me to give you this. Not a clue what it is though, so be wary,” she said, handing me a small box with a note tied to it. “Looks like you have an admirer, (Y/n/n),” she teased, a blush coming to my cheeks as I opened the note.

“Be my date to the yule ball?” It read. No name attached either. Handing the note to Hermione, I opened the box, surprised to see little heart shaped chocolates in them.

“Oh, that’s sweet!” Hermione chirped as I popped one of the chocolates in my mouth, feeling it melt on my tongue as it left a tingly feeling throughout my body.

“I had totally forgotten about the yule ball, to be honest. But there’s no sender, so why would I go with them?” I quipped, my body growing hot as I swallowed the chocolate. I'd never had a secret admirer before, and the thought of it made me blush, but not knowing who it was was nerve wracking. “Plus, it’s tomorrow. Why would they ask so late?” I continued, popping another chocolate into my mouth, the same tingly feeling exploding throughout my body as I closed the box, munching on the melting chocolate.

“Who knows? But you are going, aren’t you? I'd love to see how pretty you are in your dress!” Hermione smiled, grasping my hands from across the table as I nodded.

“Yes, I do plan on going. I might just tag along with you lot. I was supposed to go with Hannah, but she snagged Longbottom and I don’t really want to third wheel,” I laughed as she nodded.

“I'd love to have you there, (Y/n). Now c’mon, pack up sweets. You need your beauty rest for some dancing tomorrow. Studying can resume on Sunday.” Laughing, I nodded as I cleaned up my space and slung my robes and bag on, holding the chocolates and note in my hand as I walked back to the Hufflepuff dorms.

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The next morning had come and gone; most of it was spent soaking in one of the dormitory tubs. I couldn’t get myself to get out of the always-warm water and the bubbles that never popped. It was relaxing, but I knew I needed to get out soon. Hannah would be looking for me soon if she wasn’t already. She was keen on doing my hair and makeup again, saying she knew the perfect look for me to suit my dress. Letting out a groan, I unplugged the tub stopper, immediately missing the warmth as I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself and patted myself dry as I picked up my clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket. Never in my years here did I question how they always knew what clothes belonged to who, but I was thankful for it.

Walking down the hall, I could hear the excitement emitting from the dorms and it brought a smile to my face as I entered my dorm, seeing Hannah on her bed, a mirror up to her face as she perfected her makeup.

“Oh, there you are! I was beginning to think you drowned yourself,” she laughed, setting down the eye pencil and mirror in her hand as she watched me plop down on my bed, a sigh escaping my lips as I stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars I had pushed on the angled room at the beginning of the term.

“What's wrong love? Something got you down?” Hannah asked, moving from her bed to mine as she grasped my hand, making me look at her and give a soft smile.

“I don’t know, Han. I don’t feel as excited for this as everyone else,” I admitted, sitting up, her hand still holding mine.

“Is it because you didn’t get asked? Merlin, (Y/n), if that’s the case, that’s an awful reason to not feel excited. I thought you’d be one of the first girls to be asked out, with how kind and pretty you are. Not to mention you’re an amazing dancer," Hannah said, moving a hand to stroke the side of my face as I nuzzled her palm softly.

“No, it’s not that. I did get asked out, but I don’t know by whom.” I admitted once more, letting out a small laugh at her gasp.

“You got asked out anonymously? What a twat!” She exclaimed, her hand holding mine tighter as I let out a giggle.

“It’s fine, Han. If I had to place it on someone, it would be Riddle. I don’t know how much more he can make it obvious that he likes me, especially since he slid his hand up my dress Thursday.” I shrugged, getting up from my bed to grab some underwear to slip into.

“That git…I swear if I see him tonight, I’m going to hex him. I don’t care if it costs me my prefect title, what he did was awful and I can’t believe the professors or headmaster aren’t doing anything about it!” She mumbled, falling on my bed like I had done a few moments ago.

“It wasn’t an open party, hon. If the professors knew, we’d all be in detention right now.” I laughed, shimmying on a pair of black underwear. “Do I wear a bra? My dress doesn’t have sleeves, but I feel like I’d need the support,” I asked, turning back to Hannah as I tossed my towel on my trunk.

“Just wear a bandeau. You’ll get the support, but no straps”

“Right,” I muttered, grabbing a nude one out of the dresser and slipping it over my head, adjusting my breasts so they sat right in the bra before I sat on Hannah’s bed. “Doll me up; do your worst,” I smirked, watching her face light up as she sprang from my bed, giggling as she made her way over to me.

An hour and a half later, I couldn’t recognise myself once more, but in the best way possible. Hannah had truly worked her magic. My hair was curled, a few pieces pinned back with a white carnation pin, and tickled my bare back. My makeup was perfect. Blemishes and imperfections covered once again, a pale blush scattered across my cheeks. She had done a shimmery eyeshadow over my lids once again, and a dainty line of dark eyeshadow to mimic eyeliner, but she had buffed a dark brown under my eyes, topped off with filling my brows and a luscious layer of mascara to make my eyes pop.

“You look more beautiful than ever, (Y/n),” Hannah smiled softly at me, kissing my cheek softly as I beamed up at her. If this was the wizarding equivalent of a muggle prom, I felt like the prom queen, even without my dress on.

“Thank you Han, now go get your man,” I winked at her, shooing her away as she laughed, picking up the bottom of her once again dark red dress, the layers falling behind her as she made her way out of the dorm. Smiling, I could finally feel the excitement creeping up on me as I looked at my dress hanging on the side of my wardrobe. I reached out, feeling the tulle between my fingers before I got up, taking it off its hanger and slipping into it. It was a beautiful daffodil color, a sweetheart neckline that had flowing layers that ended at my heel, with an intricate floral lace on the bodice that trickled down onto the skirt. Spinning around, I enjoyed the way it ballooned out before falling against my legs once again. It was like a princess dress, in my eyes. Hearing the 7 o’clock bell ring out, I grabbed a pair of teardrop pearls and put them on, then a matching necklace before slipping into the nude flats I had gotten in Hogsmeade earlier in the semester before leaving.

I could hear the music being played from inside the Great Hall, and all of a sudden, I was swarmed with anxiety. I’d be entering alone, the music was so loud, what if Mattheo was there? I struggled to find my breath, placing a hand over my chest to try and even out my breathing as I sat on the stone steps outside the entrance to the hall. I could see my friends inside, watching as they danced and laughed together, while I was holding myself together with pieces of tape. Feeling beautiful moments before didn’t help me, and I struggled to not let any unwanted thoughts in my brain, but they came crashing down anyways. Was I not good enough? Was it because of how big I was? Was I just some checkbox for the boys here to flick with their quill; to try and get into my pants to say they fucked the fat girl? Was I even pretty enough? Were my friends just my friends because they pitied me and couldn’t dump me after the first year?

The thoughts swirled in my brain, and tears brimmed at my waterline as I curled into myself, clutching my head as I rocked back and forth, a pitiful attempt to try and calm myself down before I fully broke down. I didn’t notice Mattheo standing above me until it was too late.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?” He asked, sitting down next to me as I bit my lip, his presence making my anxiety worse.

“Go away Mattheo; I don’t want to see you,” I quivered, turning my body away from his as I rubbed my arms, the feeling of his hands on me from Thursday ghosting over my skin, even though he wasn’t touching me now.

“I wanted to apologize, (Y/n). It was wrong of me to force myself on you, and I deeply regret my actions. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, badger,” he spoke, his words whispers on my ears. “But I did mean it when I called you pretty all those times; I truly think you’re one of the prettiest girls at this school, if not the most,” he continued, and I brought my watery gaze to his, already finding his eyes on me. “Please, if not your forgiveness, can I at least ask a dance of you? And perhaps a drink, too?” He pleaded with me, sincerity glazing over his eyes for a moment, and I nodded, not finding the words to speak as he offered me a hand, pulling me up from the steps as I sniffled, rubbing gently at my undereye to not smear the makeup. “Thank you, darling. Now, shall we?” He asked, extending his arm to me, and I slowly linked with him, guiding me through the grand oak doors and down the steps. I could see my friends turn to the late entrance, their focus on me and the man who had me wrapped around his arm. I could see Draco in the back, standing by Pansy and Theo, a faint blush on his cheeks, but a scowl on his face as he saw who I was with. If a grand entrance was what I was hoping for, this was the closest thing to it.

I could feel my dress swooshing behind me and the magic in the air as Mattheo guided me to the dance floor, spinning me gently to face him before he rested a gentle hand on my hip, his firm fingers digging into the fat of my hips before he took my other hand and started dancing. I followed his movements, swaying to the beat of the slow song as other pairs started dancing around us. Looking up, I could see the candles had stayed, floating in the air but accompanied by little stars and constellations. The whole room was magical, quite literally and aesthetically. It was like we were planted in the middle of the woods, looking at the starry sky. Flowers and vines crawled across the floor and walls, an echo of a creek played behind the classical music, and it smelled like fresh rain, along with the cologne Mattheo had put on. I hadn’t realized I was resting my head on his chest until the song ended, and I stepped away with a blush.

“Sorry,” I murmured, hearing him chuckle.

“It’s okay, (Y/n). Why don’t you go mingle with your friends, and I’ll find us something to drink. I did promise a drink, afterall,” he said, shooing me away with a soft smile, and I glanced back while making my way over to Hermione, seeing Mattheo still standing there, a wonderstruck look on his face before he turned to the assortment of drinks and goods by the stairs.

“You danced with Mattheo!” Hemione said, grasping my shoulders as she shook me, a confused look on her face as Cedric and Cho stood there, interlocked in each other’s arms, the same look of confusion on their faces.

“He asked me to dance, and he also apologized. I agreed; I didn’t want to make him feel bad, ‘Mione,” I stated, stepping back as I shrugged.

“Did you accept his apology? After what he did to you?” Cedric spoke up after a moment, his brows furrowing and I shook my head.

“No, at least not verbally. He apologized, and then said ‘if not your forgiveness, at least a dance and a drink after,’ if I recall properly,” I said, sitting at the empty table behind us, seeing Draco make his way over.

“(Y/n), Sherry, right?” Mattheo said, turning my attention back to the curly-haired male. Nodding, I accepted the glass from him with a smile.

“Thank you, Mattheo.”

“No worries. I’ll be right back; they’re refilling the firewhiskey as we speak, so I’m going to go grab a glass for myself,” he responded, sending me a wink before disappearing into the crowd once again.

“He tries to be all goody and nice, I can’t believe the audacity of that man,” Hannah said, scaring me as I whipped around.

“Han! When did you get here?” I asked, bringing the bubbly drink up to my lips, taking a sip. It burned more than normal, and an overwhelming sensation flooded my system, making my head spin as I took another sip, thinking I was just parched.

“When Riddle was giving googly eyes at you,” she rolled her eyes, resting her elbows on the table as she scanned me over. “You don’t look too good, (Y/n). Are you okay?” She asked, reaching over the table to feel my forehead. “Merlin, you’re burning up!”

“I-I’m fine, I swear. It must be the mix of alcohol and dancing. I’ll be alright, Han,” I said, my words slurring together as I felt my face flush again.

“I don’t think it’s that,” Draco’s voice called from behind me, and I turned around again, my vision blurring from the too-sudden movement.

“Dra-Draco.” I greeted, biting my lower lip as I looked up at him, my vision dancing with stars as I tried to focus on him. I heard the chair next to me scrape back, and I could hear Mattheo’s voice. It was muffled though, as if I was underwater.

“I think…I think I’m going to go get some air outside, guys. I’ll be right back,” I mumbled, swaying as I got up from the seat, gripping onto Draco’s bicep as I steadied myself for a moment before making my way outside.

“Too much alcohol for her? I mixed it with the lemon-lime soda she likes,” Mattheo commented, watching as I ascended the staircase and out of everyone’s view.

“Hm…I don’t think it’s that, Riddle. She’s handed much more alcohol than that before,” Cedric chimed in, sending a glare at Mattheo, who threw his hands up in defense.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear. You can ask Ginny; she was at the refreshments with me,” he said, his eyes widening before a loud cough echoed through the speakers.

“Excuse me, students,” McGonagall’s voice spoke through the mic. “It has come to my attention that while we do allow alcoholic beverages here during the yule ball, one of the punch bowls was tainted with. It didn’t seem like too many students took a cup of it, but if you or one of your friends had a cup of Sherry and ingested it, please report to Madame Pomfrey immediately. We do not know what was put in the bowl, but it is urgent that whoever needs it, seeks the antidote right away,” McGonagall finished, and murmurs floated throughout the crowd.

“Oh, fuck,” Mattheo whispered, running a hand through his curls as he leaned back, panic on his face.

“Where’s Draco? Did he have some of the Sherry too?” Hannah asked, glancing over the group. She didn’t know that once Sherry was mentioned by McGonagall, he took off, looking for your whereabouts.

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I don’t know how, but I had found myself in the dungeons, taking solace in its chilly temperature as my body burned. The Sherry tonight was much more potent than usual, and I wanted more after I cooled off. Running my hands along the cool stone walls, my mind flooded with thoughts of Draco. How nice he had been to me, walking me back to my dorm the other night, how lovely his hair always looked. I imagined his lips on mine; how they would feel as his fingers wove into my hair as he peppered my neck with kisses. A small whimper escaped my throat from the thought, and I used the wall to hold myself up, my knees growing weak from the flooding of indecent thoughts about the boy I had known since I was twelve.

“Fuck..” I muttered, sliding against the wall onto the floor, my breath coming out in small pants. Placing my hand over my heart, I could feel it beating a million miles an hour, and my brain was so foggy. The thoughts flooded my mind, and a burning sensation lit in my abdomen, only fueling my thoughts about Draco. What would he be like in bed? Would he treat me good? Does he know what he’s doing, unlike me? Godric, I was horny for this man. I could feel it in my panties, the way they were sticking to me was a sign, but I couldn’t do anything about it, not with this dress on at least.

“Fuck, (Y/n), you feel so good,” his voice echoed in my brain as I tried to steady myself against the wall, a rush of slick pooling in my panties as I let out a choked sob. I could feel the fabric of my bra and bodice brush against my breasts, the friction burning in the most pleasurable way possible. If I didn’t get out of here soon, someone would see me in this pathetic, alcohol-induced state of horniness.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah darling? That’s it,” the voice continued in my head as I staggered along the wall, my shoes scuffing along the floor as I slowly made my way down the hall, my chest heaving with every breath as sweat started to bead on my hairline.

“(Y/n)? Merlin, there you are,” I heard Draco hall from me, and I cursed silently under my breath as I heard him start to run up to me.

“N-No..Draco, don’t come any closer,” I whispered, trying not to let a choked moan escape my throat, the heat between my thighs burning with every step I took. I held out a wavering hand in front of me, a fruitless effort to get him to stop, to leave me alone so there wasn’t another reason to be embarrassed. Feeling his hands on my shoulders, a loud moan ripped from my throat as I collapsed against him, my brain too foggy to care anymore as his hands sent electricity down my spine.

“We..We need to get you to Madame Pomfrey, right now,” Draco said, ignoring the blush on his cheeks and the way his pants tightened from the moan I had let out. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, helping me steady myself, the blush on my cheeks darker than ever as I gripped the sleeve of his suit, cursing how I wished how I knew he looked under it.

“N..No…I can’t let anyone see me like this!” I exclaimed with all my strength, looking up at him with watery eyes, hoping he could see my plea behind them. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head.

“Fine. I’ll bring you to my dorm, then I’ll get Madame Pomfrey to come see you,” Draco guided you to the Slytherin door, whispering “Pure-Blood.” I watched as the serpent decoration moved, revealing the door to the common room. I let Draco guide me to his room, goosebumps littering my skin as his grip on me tightened. We soon entered his room, and he guided me to his bed. I let out a soft whimper as his hands left my bare skin, letting me sit down on the bed. I relaxed into the soft bedding, only to feel Draco gently brush up the material of my gown, his hands grasping one of my ankles softly.

“Draco..” I whimpered, feeling his slender fingers slide down, slipping my shoe off and placing it by the foot of his bed, repeating the process for the other one.

“It’s gonna be okay, (Y/n),” he whispered, getting up from his crouched position to brush a stray curl behind my ears before he traced a finger along my jawline, sending another jolt of electricity down my spine. “I’m going to go get Madame Pomfrey; stay here, please,” he said, locking his eyes with mine as I nodded, my lips parting slightly. I saw his gaze graze over them, licking his own before he turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door gently. I could hear the echoes of his shoes running down the hall, clicking until he was too far. I let myself fall back on the bed, resting my hand over my eye. I was so confused, the alcohol wasn’t helping my confusion, and I was so fucking horny. Everything stacked on top of each other wasn’t making sense, with Draco, the ball. The only thing I could do was sigh, making the dress shift on me once more, another soft moan leaving my lips.

After a bit, Draco returned, but without Madame Pomfrey. I noticed the shirt in his hands, and a pink blush on his pale cheeks.

“Ma-Madame Pomfrey? Where is she?” I asked, adjusting myself so I could sit on the bed, clenching my thighs as I felt another rush of slick come out of me. I swear my brain was being fried, with how hot I was at this point.

“She’s…she’s occupied, with other students right now,” he coughed, turning his head away as he tossed me the shirt in his hands. “I went to your room too, by the way. Figured you’d want something better to change into while we figure out what to do.”

“Oh, thank you,” I murmured, feeling the soft fabric beneath my fingers. It was an old shirt I had stolen from my dad years ago, I forgot I even owned it. Where Draco found it is beyond me. “You said she’s occupied with other students? Did something happen at the ball?” I asked, reaching around to fiddle with the dress’s zipper, feeling it slide beneath my fingers as I grunted from the loss. “Can you help me?”

“Er, yes,” Draco whispered. His actions were concerning me, to the point where they were fighting against the horniness my brain was screaming release from. “Somebody spiked the Sherry at the ball…she’s trying to help the few other students recover from it,” He mumbled, dragging his fingers along my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but shudder from his ministrations. Hearing the zipper fall, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, the dress constricting more than what I thought, and it felt like I had just taken the first actual breath of air in hours.

“Thank you,” I got up off the bed, shimmying out of the dress as it pooled around my feet. The cool air of his room hit the wetness in my panties, and I let out a small whimper, pulling the oversized shirt over my head. I missed the way Draco’s eyes glazed over me, his eyes stopping at my underwear and his eyes locking in on how dark they had become, and the slick that had dripped onto my thighs, glimmering in the low light. “What…what do we do about…” I asked, shyly gesturing a hand to me as I met his eyes. There was no way I could leave his room, looking like this, but Madame Pomfrey was busy, and it could be hours before she could come here.

“I…er…” Draco coughed, his head turning away from me with a dark blush, sending another bolt of electricity down my spine. I bit my lip to stifle the moan threatening to spill from my lips as I waited for him to continue. “She…she said we could wait, or…” He trailed off again, and I noticed he was fidgeting with his hands. I could only watch as he gathered the strength to say what he was trying to say. “Or we could. Um. They figured out what the potion was. It was a lust potion, and well, the obvious answer is to fuck it out of the person, or wait for it to run its course, which could be hours or even days, depending on how potent it was. Professor Snape and McGonagall are working on an antidote right now,” he rushed out, his hands moving to the front of his trousers, trying to hide the obvious erection he had at the moment. It took a moment for the words to sink into my skin, and another bright blush coated my face, burning so hard I could feel it on my ears.

“O-Oh.” Was all I could squeak out, my hands trembling at my sides as I sat back down on the bed, trying my hardest to ignore the friction the sheets provided against my mostly bare ass.

“I…I could help you,” Draco said, and my head shot up, his light grey eyes locking with my eyes. “I don’t want to see you in pain, (Y/n),” he spoke again, taking a few strides to stand in front of me, and his hand was on the side of my face. If possible, my blush grew hotter as I watched him, feeling his thumb stroke the side of my face gently and I let out a small pant. I felt like a dog in heat, and as much as I wanted to get rid of this potion in my bloodstream, how could I let Draco do this? We’d barely been friends for the term, and now he was offering to help me with this problem?

“Draco- I…I don’t know. We’ve barely been friends for the term; I don’t understand at all,” I started to confess, and the words just kept tumbling out. “You were so mean to me up until this year, and now you’re standing up for me against Riddle, your best friend. You’re walking me to classes and being nice to me, bloody hell, you aren’t sneering at me in potions for doing all the work, even offering to do the paper we have due,” and then it hit me. I had smelt Draco in the Amortentia potion. How could I have not noticed until now? His fragrance hit me again, apples, sandalwood, and peppermint filling my senses once more as he leaned down between my parted thighs, and tears pricked at my waterline again. “Fuck, I’m so stupid,” I mumbled, wiping away at the tears that threatened to spill as his large hands moved to my thighs, continuing to rub them in small, gentle circles.

“You aren’t stupid, (Y/n). If anyone is stupid, I am. I was mean to you because I didn’t know how to process the feelings I had for you when I was younger. Fuck, I still don’t know how. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore this year; I made that decision over the summer while studying potions. I had recreated the Amortentia potion to practice for the NEWTs as well, and I had smelled you; the smell of honeysuckle in your conditioner, the ever-staying smell of vanilla from the Hufflepuff dorms, even the scent of marshmallows,” Draco said, his eyes locking with mine as a hand moved back to my face, gripping it gently. “I realized I was in love with you, (Y/n). I love you a lot more than my pitiful heart can process, and I never want to hurt you again. I regret my actions from the past, more than I can convey, and I want to make it up to you from here on out. I don’t want to take advantage of you, so if you don’t want to, just say the word. I just want to help you,” his words turned quiet as he finished, and there was a twinge in my heart, hearing him say he was in love with me. A few moments passed, letting the quiet around us settle back in before I nodded, grasping his hand that was on my thigh.

“I want you to help me, please,” I said, my heart beating faster with every word I said. I didn’t even realize it sounded like I was begging until after, but I pushed the thought away as he stood up in front of me, a soft smile on his face as he stripped his suit jacket, tossing it across the chair by his desk.

“I’ll help you as best I can, (Y/n). Just lay back for me now,” he whispered, and I obeyed, leaning back on the soft sheets as he settled between my thighs, pushing them a bit farther open as he leaned in over my face. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, a hand resting against my cheek as I nodded, and that’s all it took for his lips to be on mine. It felt like a million fireworks had gone off in my body as he moved his lips gently against mine, unspoken words behind every movement. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer as I kissed him with more fevor. Feeling him shift, I could feel his hips grind against my clothed pussy, eliciting a loud moan from my throat as I pulled away, resting my forehead against his as he let out a soft chuckle.

“You’re so pretty, (Y/n),” he whispered against my lips before kissing me once there, then moving down to my jaw, then neck, leaving wet, opened mouth kisses along the tender skin. Whimpering, I released my arms from around his neck, letting him continue his ministrations, until he was met with the collar of my shirt. “Can I take this off, love?” He asked gently, watching as I nodded, trying to catch my breath. I could feel his cool fingers sliding under my shirt, another whimper leaving me as his hands bunched up the fabric before bringing it off my arms and over my head. “Godric, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, kissing along my collarbone, nipping at a few spots, making me mewl.

“Draco, please,” I moaned, feeling one of his hands come up to cup my breast, kneading it softly through the thin material of my bra. His thumb grazed over my perked nipple, obvious through the fabric before he dipped down, licking over it, a strangled moan escaping me. “Merlin, that feels good,” I managed to get out before he stood back, wiping a hand over his wet mouth.

“Take off your bra,” he demanded, no harshness behind his voice as he started to unbutton his dress shirt, and I complied, digging my fingers under the band as I lifted it over my head, feeling my breasts jiggle as they came back down. Draco’s eyes never left my chest as he finished with his shirt, throwing it off into the room somewhere as he kicked off his shoes before he sat down on the bed. “Come here,” he said, grabbing my hips as he lifted me onto his lap, a soft squeal coming from me as I sat down, feeling his dick poke into my wet panties.

“O-Oh,” I moaned out before his lips crashed back down on mine, his hands sliding down my hips to grab my ass, making me moan before he started grinding me down on him. His fingers dug into the fat of my ass, dragging me across his clothed cock as a moan escaped both of us, my head falling onto his shoulder as he continued the action, low groans flowing into my ear.

“I want you so bad, (Y/n), please,” he begged into my ear, and I nodded into the crevice of his neck, nipping at it gently as I felt his hand slip under me, his slender fingers dragging along my soaked panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he commented, digging his finger between my folds, enjoying the wetness that collected on his fingers before he drew small circles around my clit, a high pitched moan leaving my lips as my hips buckled into his hand, desprate for more friction.

“Draco, please,” I moaned into his ear, grasping his wrist, bringing it closer to my core. Understanding what I wanted, he moved my underwear to the side, dragging a finger along my wet folds before slowly inserting it into me, another moan rippling through me as he pumped it in and out of me, the wet squelching noises lost between my moans. “F-Fuck, it feels-” I shuddered out, tossing my head back before his lips attached to the sensitive spot beneath my ear, nipping at it as he slid another finger in with ease, curling them up into the spot inside me that had me seeing stars. “Draco!” I gasped out, feeling him abuse the gummy spot as I rutted my hips against his hand, his palm catching on my clit. His other hand continued to knead my ass, spurring me closer and closer to the edge. “I-I’m close,” I whimpered out, threading my fingers into his hair and giving a sharp tug right as his fingers pushed me over the edge, my vision spotting as I came on his fingers with a broken moan of his name. Stilling his motions, he left his fingers inside me, using his other hand to grab my chin, smashing his lips on mine. Kissing me, he slipped his fingers out of me, making me whimper at the loss before he flipped us over so he was on top, his lips never leaving mine as he pulled his pants down, taking his underwear with it. I could feel the tip of his cock hit my stomach, and I reached down, grasping it in my hand before I gave him a small pump, a shaky moan leaving his lips.

“Don’t,” Draco murmured against my lips, bringing one of his hands down to stop my hand, and I looked at him with teary eyes.

“I wanna-I wanna make you feel good too, Dray,” I whispered, watching him shake his head in protest.

“No, you come first,” he said against my lips, pulling my hand back up before he tapped my hips. Lifting them, I felt his fingers slide under the band of my panties before slowly taking them off, shuffling a bit so he could take them off my legs. They got thrown over his shoulder somewhere, landing on the floor before his lips landed back on mine. Running his tongue over my lip, I parted them, allowing his tongue to enter, entangling with mine as he gripped my hips, dragging me to the edge of the bed. “Fuck, I know I’m supposed to be helping you, but I want you so bad (Y/n). I can’t wait to feel you,” Draco whispered against my lips, grasping his cock with one hand, dipping it in the slick on my pussy. The action sent a shudder through my body, followed by a moan as he gently pushed in, the fat tip of his cock stretching me farther than I thought it would. Pushing a hand against his chest, I let out some soft pants, feeling the pain melt into pleasure.

“Dray, I’m..I’ve never done this before,” I admitted, watching as he nodded.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” was all he said before he slowly pushed into me, a guttural moan leaving my lips. Everything burned with desire; Draco was making shallow thrusts, his hands gripping my hips tightly, as though he’d lose me in this act. Shifting my hips a bit, his shallow thrusts hit the same spot that made me see stars with his fingers, and I moaned, biting my lip as I kept moving them in sync with his thrusts.

“More, I need more,” I begged, gripping onto his biceps. I’m sure I left little crescent marks in them from my nails, but that was the least of my worried as Draco started going faster; his shallow thrusts started turning into longer ones, his cock almost leaving my pussy entirely before it would slam back it, making me moan over and over. All of a sudden, it felt like a too tight coil was placed inside me, threatening to snap with each of his thrusts, and my whimpers came out broken, shifting my legs further apart so he could be closer to me. “Dr-Draco!” I let out a loud moan, the coil inside me snapping as my vision saw stars again, and I could make out the grunts coming from him above me, his dick shuddering inside me as my walls clamped around him.

“Fuck, (Y/n), you feel so good,” Draco leaned down, capturing my lips in another kiss as I felt him shudder above, his hips stilling for a moment until it felt hot inside me. He came inside me, and he seemed to realize that as he pulled out slowly, a whimper left me from the sensitivity. “Shit, I didn’t mean to-” He stammered, a hand on his creamy cock as I sat up, my brain feeling less fuzzy than before.

“S’okay, Dray,” I murmured, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’m on the pill; I’ll be okay,” I said with a soft smile, a hand running over his abs, enjoying how they felt under my fingertips.

“Fuck, every word that comes out of your mouth just gets hotter, princess,” he chuckled, making my clench my thighs from the pet name. It didn’t go unnoticed by Draco though, who just let out another chuckle. “You like that, don’t you princess?” He purred, grasping my chin to make me look at him. I could only nod, seeing a smirk come across his face. “Good, because I’m far from done with you. Need to make sure every drop of that potion is fucked out of that little brain of yours, darling,” he said before grasping my thighs and flipping me over, my ass in the air for him to see. His hand met the squishy fat, and a sharp slap echoed through the room, making me moan from the contact. “You’re such a dirty girl, (Y/n). Even though you just got fucked for the first time, I can see you want more,” Draco murmured, and I could feel his hot breath against my pussy, making me shudder.

“Draco, not there, it’s…it’s gross,” I said, a blush coming across my cheeks as I turned around, only seeing his bare shoulders and his platinum hair behind my ass.

“Oh, love, I want to though,” was all he said before licking a stripe up my lips, a strangled moan coming out of me as his tongue dipped into my pussy, sucking and licking everywhere until my legs were shaking and I had come again from his tongue. I was so sensitive, and I could feel myself clenching around nothing, and a soft laugh sent vibrations through me, goosebumps littering my skin as Draco removed his face from my pussy, all evidence of his cum and mine gone, only leaving his saliva and new waves of slick on me.

“It’s going to be a long night, princess, I hope you’re ready,” Draco said, shifting behind me as he gripped my hips before filling me up with one long and hard thrust, sending me forwards onto his bed.

Oh Merlin.

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I woke up to sunlight streaming on the bed, warming my thighs, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. All I cared about was cuddling back into Draco’s chest, ignoring the world around us.

Wait.

Draco.

I was in his bed, in a t-shirt and no underwear.

Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, untangling the knots that had formed, and my back ached. Looking around, I saw Draco asleep, right next to where I just was. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and from the looks of it, only boxers, which made my cheeks light up as I hid my face in my hands. Memories of last night came flooding into my brain; the Sherry being spiked with a lust potion, Draco finding me by the Slytherin commons, him offering to help me because he didn’t want to see me in pain, and mostly, him fucking me brainless on almost every surface in his room. His bed, his desk, against his dresser. I don’t remember if there was a spot where his dick wasn’t inside me. Feeling him shift next to me, I looked down to see his grey eyes looking at me, messy hair covering his forehead, and I felt my heart flutter a bit.

“G’morning, love,” he said, his voice husky with sleep as he sat up next to me, a soft smile coming to both our faces. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Ah, yes, I did. Um…thank you, Draco,” I said, peeling my eyes away from his as I looked at my lap, clutching my hands together. It was probably a one night stand; he probably pitied how pathetic I was last night, and wanted to get some points with Crabbe and Goyle. The thought brought tears to my eyes, and I sniffled a bit, remembering how I smelled him in the Amortentia. There was no doubt that I liked him, but he probably didn’t like me back, so what was the point in staying around? Shifting, I let my legs dangle over the edge of the bed before I pushed myself up, my knees buckling underneath me and in one swift motion, Draco was by the edge of the bed, holding me up by my hips.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.

I gulped, unsure of if I should tell him the truth. “I…I’m leaving. You can tell Crabbe and Goyle you bedded me, and get the bet money. I can be another checkmark on your list of boxes, I just can’t be here anymore,” I whispered out, my voice cracking as I tried to ignore the way his hands gripped my hips tighter as I spoke.

“Bet money? (Y/n), what are you talking about, love?”

“I-I know you were just trying to help me, but I know I’m just another game to you. Fuck the fat girl, get the money. I know how it goes, Draco,” I spoke, my voice quivering as I fought back the tears that threatened to fall as I looked at him. He looked...heartbroken, and confused, which only fueled my confusion as his mouth opened to talk.

“(Y/n), darling. There was no bet, for Merlin’s sake. I helped you because I wanted to, not because you were a box for me to check off. I love you, have I not made that clear enough?” He asked, guiding me back onto the bed and onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I..I thought you didn’t mean it last night. Godric’s sake, look at me Draco. I’m nothing like Pansy, or Hermione, or Cho, or any of the other girls here. You could have so much better than…than me,” I said quietly, the tears finally falling. I knew my worth, and in comparison to the other girls here, I was close to the bottom of the list, if not at the very bottom.

“(Y/n), look at me, please,” Draco asked, placing a hand on my jaw, his thumb rubbing small circles on my cheek as he guided me to look at him. I could see the hurt in his eyes, and the frown that was on his face. “Yes, those other girls are pretty, but they hold no light next to you. You are the brightest light in my life, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You’re so smart, witty, hardworking, I could go on and on for hours about the things I love about you. You are all I’ve ever wanted, and more. If anything, I don’t deserve you,” he spoke, and I could hear the sincerity lacing every one of his words as he wiped the tears from my face. “I meant it when I said I loved you. I love you more than words could ever describe, and I’m so glad it was you I smelled in the Amortentia over the summer, and even in class. It hurt my heart to say it wasn’t you I smelled, but I didn’t know what else to do. I don’t know how much more I can say or even do to make you believe I love you, but I will keep trying and saying and doing things until you believe me, love.”

Nodding, a soft smile came back onto my face. “Maybe another kiss will make me believe you,” I whispered, causing Draco to laugh.

“If that’s what it’ll take, then I’ll kiss you til the day I die,” he said before pressing his lips against mine, weaving his hand that was on my jaw into my hair as our lips moved in sync for a few moments. Pulling away, I let out a small giggle, pressing my forehead against his before another thought came into my mind.

“Dray?” I asked, pulling away a bit to see his face.

“Yes, love?”

“Does this mean..we’re like..together?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“Well, you never asked me, so…”

“Merlin, (Y/n). You’re going to be the death of me,” he laughed, grasping my hand as his other one untangled itself from my hair, going back to its place on my jaw. “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/n) (L/n), the most beautiful Hufflepuff and woman to ever walk the face of this earth,” he asked, making me laugh.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I said, smiling as I leaned in for another kiss before pulling away again, making Draco groan. “You still have to do the essay today, love,” I reminded him, a cheeky smile coming to my face as I saw him roll his eyes before he leaned back down, taking me with him with a squeal.

“Let me have this moment with my girlfriend, (Y/n). Then we can talk academics.”

[cherie-luvv]

have we ever thought about the canon fact Thomas is quite literally religious I mean he literally makes references to Jesus in the third novel and celebrated Christmas 😭😭😭 as I can quote, he says while gally is taking the chip outta his brain, “Why would God do this to me?” Or, “Why would God betray me?” And sure maybe he isn’t but WHY would wicked keep that in his memory? Was it supposed to create hurt for him, remembering that his mother could’ve been religious? why??? I just remember never fully understanding why he added that line. but I think it’s neat

Also medical inaccuracies are insane in the novels I mean the fact gally can survive w his heart ripped open w a spear and even if it didn’t hit his heart a punctured lung? Because the ppl in wicked were dead like???? He couldn’t have been treated immediately but somehow newt couldn’t live even though he was quite literally resurrected CANONICALLY by wicked? It makes me so curious they ask him to finally rest and he does but it never officially STATED newt is dead in cranks palace I mean Thomas does say he is but like is Thomas rlly the guy to rely on to say oh he’s dead or not he really didn’t get it right with gally. Winston’s death was so fucked up in the scorch trials I won’t even relay it bc I feel like I should give a full experience on what scorch trials on it cause I just remember being so horrified. Plus I never understood why Thomas never went deaf or even hard of hearing in the movies AND books??? Because he got struck by lightning on the ear, multiple explosions that would’ve deafened him for good too??

Maybe I read too far into these books but I think people are brushing aside the end of cranks palace way to easily he never says he’s officially dead what the heck !! Sorry for the rant

I had no idea Thomas is religious, now I’m curious about it. For some reason I think it’s kinda funny because as you said, why would they keep that in his head? Or the same with things like books, I think they mention Hansel and Gretel in one page, and things that just don’t make sense to me because supposedly they lost all of their memories but then remember the most random things ever 😭

About Gally, hear me I LOVE HIM, but let’s be real rn, he would have survived that in real life, like there is NO WAY, that spike went all trough his body, and he should have been waiting a while before someone rescues him, in any case he would have literally bleed out, or if they save him he could have died from millions of infections. Same with Minho, dude just got struck by a lightning and all he said was “huh”, bro you should be DEAD wdym you are already walking and in your 5 senses because wth. And then we have Newt, who could have lived so easily, in the movie and in the books, I mean he was a crank but they could have tied him up, like really after everything they have been trough that should have been the easier task KEEP YOUR FRIEND ALIVE?? At least idk try it, it’s true that in the books there was no cure, so even if they tried something I think he should have died anyways, but the movie death was just so devastating after knowing that he had a chance, it was just 5 seconds more and he would have had his happily ever after seriously.

I read Winston’s death in the book and I was like traumatized dude, or idk which book it is but when they think they are seeing lamps and they are DEAD PEOPLE HANGING FROM THE CEILING, no man that’s just straight up disgusting, the brutality in those books it’s just something different, when I read them I know I will experience every type of emotion.

And let’s just say that the power of protagonism is real because those kids should be either dead or like deaf, blind, any thing that comes to your mind

[flock-talk]

hello! I don't know much at all about bird behavior and have really enjoyed getting to know your boys since following. Question for ya, when Toto offers Newt a Stick (TM), is it an offering of like, hey, let's build a nest? Or is it more like how those penguins do that little rock offering, a method to prove they're a good mate choice by showing them a really good rock or stick they found? Is it driven by hormones and something to potentially watch out for, or mostly harmless bonding behavior? Just curious! I really love the detail you'll go to in posts to describe what's going on between them, it's super neat to see and really makes me appreciate the level of thought that goes into avian care.

So im very new to quakers so I truthfully cannot say for certain, it'll be something I need a lot more actual research points on and significantly more reading to be certain!

As I currently understand it Quakers do not seem to present gifts to woo a mate like penguins with their pebbles. Bringing Newt a stick in Toto's case seems to be a bit of flustered confusion, Toto wants to make a nest, has tried to assemble one in various locations, and if you watch him when he grabs a stick he almost runs around frantically like "omg i got a stick where do i put it oh god where do i go, hey NEWT i got a STICK where do i put it where does this go oh god oh no oh stick oh it FELL OH NO". He may be seeking Newt's input on a nesting location meanwhile Newt is just "idk man find a hollow tree, tf you doing".

For quakers nest building is not exclusively a mate-specific behaviour. Not only are they the only known parrot species to actually make nests (most parrots sleep in hollowed out trees) but they create an apartment complex for their flock of up to 50 birds. Their nests are massive elaborate structures comprised of different rooms and openings, usually each mated pair builds their own 'room' and the nests gradually converge in to one massive structure. All the birds maintain it, clean it, and repair it. It's a big little birdy community!

These nests are not exclusively for the purpose of breeding like most nests are but they are also used just as living spaces which makes this nesting behaviour more complicated. There's every possibility that Toto's nest building could be an independent behaviour outside of hormonal influences. That being said Toto is absolutely a horny little man right now and his nest building has a very high chance of being fuelled by that.

I would really love if this behaviour ended up being more platonic in nature, i think watching the little Tustard Man successfully assemble the nest would be an incredible thing to see! But I am pretty confident that when spring passes so too will his nesting urge. I'm not presently discouraging it as he is not showing any problematic behaviours as a result (no aggression, territorial behaviours, or otherwise massively excessive and unhealthy repercussions), it could very well be viewed as an enriching natural activity and so long as it isn't damaging his health there's no harm in allowing him to do so. He's also failing miserably at making a nest so he's not getting very far

But that being said if he were to start shifting towards more unhealthy behaviours I would absolutely start to discourage this until his hormones settle.

[sashannarcy]

id love to hear your thoughts on marcys relationship w the night guard crew they led if youve got anything to share abt that!

oh hell yeah!!!! first of all, the crew themselves: LOVELY. FANTASTIC. literally obsessed with them. Kettle's design is SO good, I love that Femur is mute, I love that Javi has a soft side, it's all incredible. and as far as Marcy's relationship with them, I'm SO glad they were able to form real bonds with people before they reunited with Anne, but what I adore is how the journal tackles their approach to actually growing close with someone.

we know that Marcy struggles with making friends. that much is clear. we also know they have no empathy and, as a result, low emotional intelligence—this makes them struggle with seeing people and relationships as real. so what I love about the Night Guard arc is just how frequently we see Marcy referring to Javi, Kettle, and Femur like they're video game players rather than living breathing newts with feelings. there's quite a few examples of this, especially when Ernst's betrayal is revealed, with Marcy focusing more on the drama of it than how their team is feeling, and just these sorts of things:

they're treating it like a game, like this thrilling roleplay they're caught up in, and when emotions get involved they seem more frustrated than sympathetic. but you know when they STOP leaning so heavily into this and start to see the actual layers to their crew members? when they connect with the other three through an interest of theirs, that interest being the little Creatures and Caverns campaign that they play on the ship. they start to see Javi's vulnerability, Kettle's determination, Femur's wisdom. Marcy hadn't been able to see the depths of these newts until now, and when the mission is all said and done, you can see Marcy takes a lot more interest in their actual lives. and yeah, they still treat them a BIT two-dimensionally, but imo it's less intense than before.

idk I just think it's really neat that the journal took us through both the actual quest itself and the thought process behind how Marcy starts to form connections with people, because they do this rather unconventionally and it's neat to see how their empathy issues come into play. plus, we get to see they really do mean well at heart, it just takes a littleeee extra work on their end to snap them out of that escapist mindset. in any case I wasn't expecting the journal to explore this and I'm MORE than pleased that it did

[vintage-bentley]

ik they arent even in the trailer and their story is done but im kinda bummed out thatin the good omens tag basically nobody is ever talking about the them or the human characters anymore like they make up most of the book and half the show but always get the side lines in fandom content :/ like ive never seen an anathema focused piece of anything shes always like crowleys bestie or something nobody cares to explore a female character deeper than is shown in canon like raphael doesnt exist in canon and yet had more people explore his intricacies

I’m guilty of this too, and I think aside from regular fandom tendency to focus on a ship and let that be all that matters, A/C’s story is so interesting and unique that it outshines the others.

But I love Anathema! I really like her storyline of following something for her whole life because she was told she has to, and having to navigate not having that guide anymore—after choosing not to have it. I wish we got to see how she deals with going about life without knowing what comes next, I can see it being a great source of stress for her. And it would’ve been neat to see it paralleled with Aziraphale going through something very similar, now that he’s abandoned his trust in Heaven. I saw a post a while ago talking about how both human couples were mirrors of A/C—Newt asks questions of Anathema’s unwavering faith and helps her to leave it behind, just like Crowley does for Aziraphale. Shadwell ends up with somebody he’s supposed to believe is an embodiment of evil and sees he was wrong about her, just like Aziraphale does with Crowley. That was really interesting to see and I have a feeling that season 2 will do the same thing with Maggie and Nina (of course I hope they’re more than just mirrors of the male characters).

But as far as fandom goes, I have to admit that I understand wanting to focus on A/C since they’re the most interesting. It does annoy me though, that Anathema often falls victim to the typical fandom treatment of female characters, where they only exist to mother the male characters. In fan fiction she tends to be the voice of reason and the “smartest one in the room”, which seems great because yay a woman is smarter than the men…until you realise she’s only “the smartest one in the room” because people can’t imagine a woman being silly and fun, only responsible and maternal. I think so much more could be done to explore her whole conspiracy theory thing.

As far as the trend of her being Crowley’s bestie, I think it’s cute, but it feels like people reduce her to being a “goth bestie” and don’t really pay attention to her interests. I feel like she’d really get along with Aziraphale and they’d bond over interest in/knowledge of books of prophecy. I’m sure Aziraphale would be absolutely fascinated to hear from an actual descendant of Agnes Nutter, and despite having left the descendant lifestyle behind I’m sure Anathema would be eager to share her history with somebody who’s knowledgeable and interested. Like imagine you dedicate your whole life to following in the footsteps of a historical figure that not many people know about except prophecy enthusiasts. And then you meet the enthusiast of all time. That would be exciting!

And, y’know, I’m sure she’d be more fond of Aziraphale over Crowley, considering A’s the one who healed her and treated her kindly while C didn’t care that he’d hit her with his car and instead focused on un-denting said car…

That being said, I’ve found that a lot of content with her being friends with the husbands, especially Crowley, ends up treating her like set dressing. I’d make a feminist analysis of this, but tbh I notice it with all the human characters, so I don’t think it’s specific to Anathema because she’s female. It’s possible it happens to her more though because of it.

Anyways. I agree it’s sad that the other characters don’t get much attention! They’re great, especially Anathema and Pepper who are my favourites. But like I said, I get it, when they’re up against the competition that is ineffable husbands.

[twiddlebug]

hi arden! what’s your favorite species of mammal, bird, reptile, amphibian, and insect?

Hiii thanks for asking! I will include visual aids

Mammal: CATS. Easy answer, perfect animal, no notes, this one specifically is the best one

Bird: I wish I was more well-versed in birds but I'm very fond of kestrels

Reptile: Day geckos. Just look at this thing

Amphibian: Rough-skinned newt... no big reason I just think they're neat

Favorite insect is too hard so I will split this into three categories

Cute: Hummingbird hawk-moth

Cool: Lord Howe Island stick insect. Anyone who hasnt heard of them before please look them up they are neat as hell, supposedly went extinct in the 1900s but the species survived for 90 years through parthenogenesis on a tiny rock off the shore of their native island

Personal attachment: Genus Scaphinotus, broadly. I've been reading a lot about these guys for my thesis and will hopefully include them as part of my research, they are neat little ground beetles that specialize in eating snails (hence the skinny little head for sticking inside the shell). There is not much in the way of research about them but from what I've seen they're notoriously finicky little creatures in the lab lol

[capricioussun]

I’ve got herp brain rot from treating a skink so here’s an odd asK - Do any of your lads like amphibians/reptiles?

Yeah absolutely!!! I can give a quick run down of everyone’s pref, too!

Actively doesn’t like or is scared of Them - Patch, Hawk, Cue, Pictoris, Berry

Indifferent to Them - Papyrus, Red, Haze, Eclipse, Snare, Hemlock, Raviel, Pin, Ice

Likes Them well enough - Sans, Blue, Gold, Copper, Dove, Rust, AR, Luck, Ara, Boötes, Cire, Lace, Rosewood, Clover, Perp

Loves Them!! - Stretch, Ghost, Coal, Boss

Just an overall animal person - Edge, Dusk, Antares, Elester, Void

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Most of the guys in indifferent would also be friendly with them, they just don’t really have any draw to them particularly, while the only ones afraid of them would be Patch and Berry

That being said! The guys that like them would be friendly with them, wouldn’t mind keeping the household friendly types as pets, and might be interested in learning more about them from those that are more interested! Of which, Stretch, Ghost, and Coal would be the ones with most direct and specific interest!! Boss is mostly just in that category because he likes them more than most other animals, and may keep a more exotic type as a pet, but otherwise isn’t like the others as much.

Antares would also be an exception to being just an animal lover overall! The other guys in that category love animals, but rarely seek them out as any sort of specific interest, while Antares loves animals, all animals, a lot! He’d love to read books or watch specials about any of them, he’d love any chance to meet any animals, from something as simple as a cat to the most exotic creatures on earth!

So!! Antares and Stretch would likely be the most knowledgeable on those dudes, they’d know tons of different species and breeds, and may even keep some as pets, household situation allowing, while Ghost more so just likes them in general. Would enjoy keeping a pet or visiting them at a zoo or reserve, but he doesn’t really seek out information about them as much. Just likes that they exist and finds them neat! I think he’d have an especially soft spot for snakes. Antares might also have a tiny bias for, if this applies, all the strange creatures in the deep sea. That’s not so much amphibian or reptilian, but it’s adjacent agjdhsjfjdj

I think Stretch would especially love learning about their histories and like, their evolution! Amphibians especially, they’re so neat to him, well, and komodo dragons, I think they’d also be a favorite! I’d imagine he’d really enjoy having an aquarium with some newts and fish!

Oh! And Coal loves salamanders and snakes a lot!! But lizards are a close second place, he’d love to learn more about them on the surface, he really admires how adaptable they are and how unique they are to so many other animals!

Fun tangentially related fact! Edge loves when toads visit his garden, and leaves little “scrap nests” of leaves and garden trimmings around the flowers and porch for them <3

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

@galactic-pirates thank you so much for the tag! Third time I've been tagged for this game and I'm always so appreciative to be tagged in a game, so here we go again. :) (You guys now know my weakness, wield it wisely)

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

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1)Tesla's Moving Castle , Chapter 2 (WIP - Sanctuary - Helen/Nikola - T)

The young man, dressed in a very fine suit and carrying a pewter wine glass instead of one of the pewter or wooden tankards more common in the pubs, looked surprised by her reaction. "It's all right, crvena lisica," he said, laughing in a way that Helen didn't like. She also had no clue what he called her. "I only want to buy you a drink. There's no need to look so frightened."

2)Bleeding Through the Blue , Chapter 4 (WIP - Sanctuary - Helen/John - T)

"Nigel." she said. " 'Course. Who else did you think it would be?" Nigel's voice was teasing. Warm. Helen burst into tears at hearing it, feeling like a hole was being torn in her heart and filled at the same time.

3) The Tau'ri: Fall (Our Mutual Destruction) , Chapter 3 (WIP - Stargate SG-1 - Sam/Jack - T)

"I'm scared, Jack." He knew what it cost her to say that. His Carter was a tough woman, willing to show emotion. Happiness. Pure joy. Grief. Sadness. Longing. Everything in between. But fear was something she kept tucked deep inside. Jack understood it. She had spent so long in a man's world, where fear was a sign of weakness and not tolerated so much as scorned and scoffed at. "I know." he said softly, shifting her and moving to kiss her forehead gently.

4) A Case of New Life (Fantastic Beasts - Newt/Tina - T)

"It doesn't feel right." she murmured, a hand on her belly. Newt's heart lurched. "What doesn't feel right?" he asked, stopping and standing so that they were looking at each other in the eye. "I . . . . I don't know. But it doesn't feel like it did before. Not bad or painful, but . . . ." Tina looked up at him.

5) Neat (Sanctuary - Helen/Nikola - T)

He growled a little in the back of his throat at her. That elicited a broad, smirking grin from her. She stood on the rungs of her stool, elbows on the bar, leaning forward. She put her mouth right next to his ear. Nikola shuddered at the warmth of her breath. "Why don't you figure it out, Mr. Tesla?" she whispered.

6) Hooded (Stargate SG-1 - Sam/Jack - T)

Sam noticed every time she passed the driveway, the man who had interfered was working out there. He would watch her, even when Jonas wasn't there. She had the weird feeling that he was looking out for her. She had no idea why. After a few days of this, Sam took to waving at him, whether or not Jonas was with her. She saw the look on Jonas's face when she did, but she didn't care.

7) Proud (Sanctuary - Ashley & Helen - T)

Hands shaking badly, Ashley raised the gun, wondering if it was really going to do her any good, because the tranquilizers had just bounced off and done nothing. But if she was going to go down, she was going to go down with one hell of a fight.

8) Fledgling (Sanctuary - Helen/Nikola - G)

Helen lost it at this point, a chuckle escaping her. Nikola's smirk turned into a grin. They stared at each other for a few moments, then Nikola rounded the desk, still cuddling the baby bird.

9) Two Kinds of Sparks (Sanctuary - Sam/Jack - T)

Sam laughed at this and he cracked a smile too. She sobered and, reminding herself to be professional, held out her hand. "Sam Carter." He took her hand, shaking it. "Jack O'Neill."

10) The Whoas of Babysitting (Stargate SG-1 - G)

"Uncle Daniel, do you know where babies come from?" Daniel felt a jolt of shock go through him at this. He coughed a little in his shock. He had no clue how to answer that.

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Anyway, out of people to tag, but anyone who wants to play, feel free and you can say I tagged you.

[moonlitkilljoy]

Howdy 🤠 Pacrim anon back again from the rabbit hole I’ve gladly jumped down LMAO

Apparently it’s Newt’s birthday today! And he’s apparently a Capricorn which makes me fucking die because my birthday was two days ago so we are that 🤏🏻 close. Also the amount of myself I’m beginning to see in Newt is terrifying. I did not intend to be blorbo’d here, but it’s like I’m looking into a foggy mirror shaped like Charlie Day

I’m watching Uprising right now and…it’s certainly a movie. It was filmed. It exists. But. BUT! Every scene with Newt so far has made me want to bite through my own femur. Like I’ve read all the spoilers. I’ve read all the fics. But seeing it happen, and knowing what’s really going on with the precursors, it makes the viewing experience so much better. I can get through the slog of the rest of the movie just for that.

Also, I hate how quick the jager’s in this movie movie??? Like bruh you’re several tons of metal, please act like it.

I’ve already been scouring AO3 for all the fics I can find, but if you have any that scratch your brain just right let me know. I will never turn down more Pacrim!

I hope you’re having a good day/night! ✌🏻

Hello!!!! welcome back!!!! i'm gonna be honest with you, reading this message put a grin on my face very early this morning when i first read it, which absolutely isn't an easy thing to do that early in the day. So, thank you for this ask and for making my day brighter right off the bat :]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!! I want you to know how enamored i am with the phrase "its like im looking into a foggy mirror shaped like charlie day" because i absolutely adore it. and, i ABSOLUTELY understand that, even if its not the exact same degree! i definitely see some of myself in newt, but probably relate to hermann a lot more (mostly with the weird vernacular, eccentric propensity for math, tendency to talk in an "all at once" manner, etc etc). i have a friend who jokingly calls me a combination of the two, which i think sums it up pretty well (i'm also a weird, rambly, punk [aspiring] biologist so it evens out). though, i'm really glad you could find a character to see yourself in like that— imo it's always really neat when that happens. congrats on your blorboning ^_^

As for uprising... YEAH. YEAH. it truly is 'a movie.' i honestly haven't been able to stomach watching it in its entirely, so all my information comes from friends, my girlfriend, analysis on tumblr, clips, and summaries (and criticism through fic-it fics, of course, though i recognize that thats far from a reliable source for canon fgdfklg)

AND THE JAEGERS. YEAH THAT SOUNDS RIDICULOUS. i keep hearing about how weird and off the jaegers are in pr:u, its bizarre </3

I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO SHARE SOME OF THE FICS SCRATCHING MY BRAIN!!!! i don't wanna leave this ask to rot in my inbox by accident so im answering this first BUT i will reblog a bit later in the day with a comprehensible list of my favorite pacrim fics so far (read: newmann fics. i think they're literally all newmann centered, mostly at least) or make a separate post and link it here! THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST IN MY RECCOMENDATIONS!! it seriously means a lot and truly delights me :3

i hope you're having a nice day/night as well!!! may the future be kinder to you than it was to the "pacific rim sequel" ヾ(•ω•`)o

[castexpectopatronum]

(i honestly have no clue what i'm doing so if i did this wrong lmk) do you think maybe you could make a young!remus x reader smut? no preferences really just like maybe some oral (female receiving)? i really enjoyed your wolfstar x oc one

i'm sorry this took me like a million years but thank you for your request! hope you enjoy! pls forgive the long build-up

Masterlist

10/10

relationship: remus lupin x reader

summary: You hate Ancient Runes. Remus motivates you with a promising reward.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names

“I can't,” you groaned, resting your head in your hands. Your temples were throbbing. “My brain's going to explode.”

“Perhaps we should take a little break,” Remus agreed, placing down his quill and leaning back in his chair. His slender fingers were flecked with dark ink spots, but apart from that he still looked put-together, tie still in place, hair mostly neat. Certainly quite the opposite to you.

“Is there smoke coming out of my ears?”

He chuckled, a deep, quiet sound that had your heart skip a beat. “Not yet.”

“I could've sworn.” You let your head drop onto the wooden table, which was rather uncomfortable, but you ignored the sharp corner of the textbook that was poking you in the arm. “I'm never gonna get this.”

“You're too hard on yourself,” said Remus gently. “You've made great progress.”

“I hate Ancient Runes.”

“Then why did you elect it?”

“Cause I thought it was better than Divination! I wish I could travel back in time and punch myself in the face for that. Stupidest decision I've ever made.”

“Well, you can't, so there's no use beating yourself up over it,” said Remus.

“You're right, there is no use,” you said, straightening up and shutting your book with more force than necessary, causing a loud thud which surely would have summoned the wrath of Madam Pince onto you, had you two not decided to study in an empty classroom. “None of this is going to help me. I'm going to fail.”

“You're not going to fail.”

“I am and I don't even care anymore.”

“Na na,” said Remus sternly. “None of that. You're going to deliver a perfect translation. After all, that's what we're here for.”

You sighed loudly and looked at the book you had just slammed shut.

“What's it matter? I don't care about Ancient Runes anyway.”

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “You don't want to get your NEWT? After all the hard work you've put into it?”

“Honestly,” you said heavily, “whatever.”

For a while, Remus didn't answer. He just studied you, eyes glinting, finger tapping on the battered table.

“If you don't care about the consequences,” he finally said, “perhaps this is simply a matter of finding the right reward.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “congrats on your passed exam, here's a chocolate frog.”

“I was thinking about something more,” he licked his lips, “motivating.”

You frowned, mildly intrigued. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

He grinned mischievously, which had you even more on edge. You knew Remus was by far not the angel he presented himself as, but showing it as openly as this was rare for him.

“How about this,” he said, “you get full marks on your next essay and I'll eat you out until you can't cum anymore.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?”

“You heard right. So,” he gestured towards the shut book, “do you still want to give up?”

You blinked at him, then you slowly lowered you gaze towards your half-heartedly scribbled notes.

Goddammit, you thought and opened your book.

Remus smiled almost cat-like. “That's a good girl.”

*~*~*

“I did it!” you squealed, hopping up and down, crumpling the parchment in your hand. You didn't even bother closing the door behind you before jumping into Remus's arms, holding him tight to your chest. He stood frozen for a moment, taken aback by your sudden outburst of joy, but then he wrapped his arms around your middle. His scent hit you, pine needles and parchment and something so undeniably Remus that it made your stomach flutter. You let go of him – something unwillingly – and beamed. “Guess what.”

“Whatever it is, it's certainly put you in a good mood,” he said amused.

“I got full marks,” you grinned.

His eyes widened. “On your Ancient Runes essay?”

You nodded excitedly, showing him the result. His eyes scanned the parchment, taking in the big 10/10 scrawled in red ink, and quickly flickered over the essay, reading notes saying Well done! and Great translation!

Remus rewarded you with a proud smile, cupping your cheek and giving you a soft kiss that had the fairies in your stomach doing double loops backwards. “Well done,” he murmured against your lips. “Looks like all that studying finally paid off.”

You smiled. “All thanks to you.”

He hummed. “Ready for your reward, then?”

Your eyes widened, but Remus was already pressing a kiss to your lips, slow and deep and long, leaving you breathless and humming with excitement. With a quick flick of his wand, the door behind you shut with a bang and locked itself. You shivered as Remus slowly sank to his knees, keeping his brown eyes locked on yours. His dark gaze set your skin on fire. He slid his hands underneath your skirt and hooked his fingers into your pants, pulling them down, slowly, teasingly, until they dropped to the floor. You leaned backwards onto one of the old desks, the wood rough underneath your skin, but you didn't pay it any mind as Remus slid his warm hands up your legs, your thighs, your hips and pushed up your skirt. You reached for it, keeping it out of the way while you grabbed onto the edge of the desk with your other hand. A smirk flickered over Remus's face as he was met with your naked core, a smirk you loved because it was always meant for you.

“My, my,” he murmured, gripping your thighs just below where you wanted his touch the most, “what a pretty cunt.”

You bit back a whimper, willing him to touch you, but Remus denied your silent longing, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs, setting your skin aflame but never quite allowing you the bliss of pure heat.

“Remus,” you sighed as his lips connected to your soft skin, dragging your hand through his hair. He hummed at your affection and trailed soft kisses up your thighs, switching from left to right, keeping an agonisingly slow pace that had you trembling underneath him.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” Remus murmured, his breath hot on your skin. “I'm so bloody proud of you.”

A chocked sound escaped from your lips as the tingle in your core became almost unbearable. “Remus-”

“Yes, love?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He loved teasing you like this and you couldn't deny you loved it too, even if in moments like these it drove you absolutely bloody mental.

“No games, please,” you breathed. “Please, you promised.”

He raised an eyebrow and the mere gesture had your folds slicken. “You want your reward?”

You nodded, mouth hanging open.

“Well …” He ghosted his lips over your hot skin. “I did promise. And you do deserve it, don't you, love?”

You nodded again, even more frantically this time, but any reply you might have had got stuck in your throat when Remus's mouth connected with your core. You cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind. He just gripped your hips tighter, finger pressing into your skin, keeping you in place as his tongue swept through your folds, lapping up your juices, gently circling your clit in a way that had your eyes roll back into their sockets. The fabric of your skirt was scrunched up in your fist, keeping your fingernails from digging painfully into the skin of your palm, though you truly could not have cared less. You let out a sudden moan when Remus sucked on your clit, gently at first and then harder, before releasing it and pressing his tongue hard against the swollen, sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed. “Oh fuck!”

Remus pulled back, grinning in an unusually self-satisfied manner. “Enjoying our-” but you shoved his face right back into your core before he could finish his sentence. Taking mercy on you, Remus wasted no time in delving into your cunt, licking and sucking as though he were a starving man and you a feast presented to him on a silver platter. He had you a moaning, quivering mess in a matter of moments, and in your hazed state you were left with nothing to do but switch between grabbing the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles turned white and gripping Remus's hair in a fisthold and pressing him as close to you as possible. His face was buried in your cunt – and yet he still wasn't close enough. You needed him closer, you needed more.But you couldn't do anything but throw your head back and let out a loud moan as his tongue massaged your clit with just the right amount of pressure to have you see stars.

“Oh Merlin, fuck!”

You felt Remus grin against your skin which had a euphoric smile of your own flicker across your face. Merlin's beard, this was certainly worth every minute of suffering through dusty translations.

You ground against his face, hoisting your leg on his shoulder, which Remus seemed to happily welcome. One of his big hands gripped your thigh while the other remained tightly on your hips. Your hand was on the back of his skull, fingers entangled in his soft brown hair, pressing him against you as your moans grew louder. And as your movements became less controlled and more erratic as pleasure sparked through your body, setting your skin aflame, Remus's grip on your ensured you stayed in place, leaving you to grip the screeching table, rough wood scratching cruelly at your skin.

“Don't stop,” you whimpered. “Don't stop, don't stop, don't fucking stop!”

He didn't. He kept eating your out, tongue massaging your clit in firm circles until you came moaning and shuddering, legs clamping around his head. He didn't stop licking your cunt until you let go of him, legs shaking, chest heaving, hair sticking to your forehead.

“Wow,” you panted. Your hole was throbbing, clenching around nothing. “You get a ten out of ten.”

Remus's licked his lips, which were glistening with your juices, his eyes dark and full of lust. He gave you a devilish grin, which reminded you uncannily of James and Sirius. “Then let's see how many times you can cum, love.”

[its-vannah]

Our Secret - Theseus x Reader

A/N: I only ever publish things I'm somewhat proud of, and I absolutely love the way that this one turned out.

Word Count: 1,342

Warnings: Sassy Lally (more of a gift than a warning), fluff (<3)

Lally's skirt swishes around her ankles as she entered her classroom at Ilvermorny, a long sigh escaping her lips as she made her way to her desk. Papers were scattered all over the surface, parchment placed in a heap at the center of the table, and quills were spilling out of their holder.

Her students were already done for the day, now nestled back in their common rooms in preparation for the next day. But you were still there, twirling around in her swivel chair, enjoying the moment.

When you noticed her, a large smile appeared on your face, and you rose from your seat, "Lally, you're back already!"

She nodded, "I've been gone too long. Can't have you teaching them better than me, can I?"

"Well, it's too late for that." You teased, giving her a quick hug, "It's good to see you, but you really should get going. You look exhausted, Lally."

"I assure you that I'm quite alright. Just glad to be back and in my classroom." Lally said, waving her wand to arrange the parchament in a neat stack, placing the quills all in one cannister, and sorting the papers by student's year.

You shrugged, "Suit yourself. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

"You could get back to teaching Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow and tell them what a great professor I am?" She suggested, wiggling her brows, "You never know, Y/N, maybe I'll teach Care of Magical Creatures one day and you'll teach Charms."

"You? Teaching Care of Magical Creatures? And me teaching Charms? You're too kind- and unrealistic." You sighed, shaking your head, "I'd have better luck getting a job with MACUSA than I would getting the role of Charms professor."

"You're probably right. I don't think the charms teacher here wants to leave anytime soon. She likes what she does. She's rather good at it, too." Lally teased, reclaiming her seat.

You raked a hand through your hair, "I don't know, I'd say she's okay."

Lally jokingly rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat.

The door behind you burst open, the doors slamming into the walls on its sides. Startled, you drew your wand, aiming it directly at your target.

But Lally leaped out of her chair, gently pushing your hand towards the ground, "Careful, Y/N, he's no harm. Just a friend."

She turned towards the man who had just entered her classroom, "What can I do for you, Mr. Scamander."

"Please, Lally, call me Theseus." He said, offering her a small smile, before clearing his throat, "Newt's here for the next few days as a guest speaker for Care of Magical Creatures. And, given that he's, well, Newt, I've been sent here to supervise. It's a good thing, too, because he's already lost Teddy."

"You don't think he's gotten in here, do you?" Lally questioned, peering around the room for any sign of movement.

Theseus shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I don't want to leave any table unturned."

They began scuffling around the room, peering under benches, tables, and in between bookcases. You stood in the center of the room, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Clearing your throat, you offered your best smile, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Theseus turned towards you, his eyes locked on yours. But you didn't notice, your eyes were too busy wandering the room. But Lally noticed, and that's when an idea popped into her head.

"You know, I'm awfully tired. I should really be heading back. But Theseus, Y/N would be more than happy to help you search for that niffler." Lally pretended to yawn, stretching her arms as she walked past him, winking at you as she made her way to the door, "Greatest of nights to you two!"

And then the doors shut and she was gone.

You stared at the closed door, then looked back to Theseus, "So, what exactly are we looking for?"

"A niffler." He responded, lifting himself up off the ground, "Specifically my brother's niffler."

"What's a niffler?" You asked, your head tilting to the side, curious as to how he'd describe the mole-like creature.

"Oh," His forehead creased, and he began making odd motions with his hands to describe it, "He's… soft… and he's got a pouch… and a pinkish face, but black fur… saved my life…"

You raised your brows, a laugh escaping your lips. Your hand rushed to cover your mouth, but it was too late. Soon enough, Theseus began laughing to, ceasing his movements, "I'm not exactly sure what I was trying to show you there… Can't really make a niffler out of air."

Nodding, you smiled, "You're very creative."

"Aren't I?" He teased, his hands in his pockets as he accepted defeat, "I don't think he's in here."

You stood up from your spot on the floor, where you had been looking under a bookcase, "That's a shame. Is there anywhere else you could look?"

He shook his head, "We'll have to enlist help checking the common rooms tomorrow when the students have cleared out. It wouldn't be right to go in there now."

Suddenly, his tweed coat began to sway, causing his eyes to widen. He reached down deep into his pocket, letting out a sigh when he lifted what looked to be a niffler, from what he had described, out of it.

"Is that the niffler?" You asked, walking over to him.

"You couldn't tell? I thought I explained it so well!" He joked, softly scratching the creature's head, "This is Teddy, he's my brother's."

You rubbed Teddy's chin with your finger, smiling as he squeeked excitedly against your touch.

"He's quite friendly." You acknowleged, "Your brother has done well."

Theseus nodded, "I've grown quite fond of him myself. Thank you, again, for your help."

You waved her hand, "You did most of the work. Or, he did."

"Well, now that we've found him, it's time to return him to my brother."

"Oh." You said, your shoulders sagging, "Well, it was nice to meet you… Theseus?"

He nodded, "Y/N, right? You know, it'd be nice having another set of eyes on him. To make sure he doesn't run off again. Would you mind helping me track down my brother? I understand if you don't, it's a lot to ask, but I'll make it up to you. I'll get you dinner afterwards?"

"I'd like that, very much." You beamed, holding the large wooden door open for him.

He stepped out, looking around unsure, "If I'm being completely honest, I don't exactly know where I'm headed. I went to Hogwarts myself."

"Really?" You questioned, acting surprised, "I was sure you were an american with that accent.

Theseus laughed, "Were you?"

You nodded, "Thankfully for you, I know exactly where I'm going."

"Did you go here?" He asked, trying to keep Teddy for crawling up his arm.

"I still do."

His eyes widened, "I didn't realize you were a student. I thought-"

"I'm a professor." You said, cutting him off.

"What do you teach?"

A smirk appeared on your face, half covered in the shadows, "Care of Magical Creatures."

"So… you knew exactly what a niffler was and what it looked like?" He swallowed, stopping dead in his tracks.

With a nod, you placed a reassuring hand on his back, "It's alright. You explained them almost as well as my first years."

He shook his head, his cheeks flushing.

"It's alright, really! I was just teasing." You laughed, "Hurt your pride?"

"Maybe just a bit." He said, chuckling to himself.

"Here, follow me. I know a shortcut." You said, pulling down on a nearby torch. Large stone bricks began to rearrange themselves, allowing the two of you into a passageway, "It'll be our secret."

"Our secret?"

"Yes."

Theseus smiled at you as he stepped into the passageway, "I like the sound of that."

The two of you continued walking side by side, neither saying a word but knowing what the other meant.

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May Jilychallenge

Working title: The Tournament By: @annabtg Partner: @bookeatingbean Written for: May 2022 @jilychallenge Prompt: I have half of a treasure map and I'm certain I can follow it to the end, except you have the other half and I GUESS we just have to work together.

So it's already the 31st here and I'm nowhere close to finishing even the first chapter of my May Jilychallenge fic... but since I'm not one to shirk my duty to the challenge, I present to you the first part (of I have no idea how many) of chapter 1! Hopefully if people show interest, it will give me more inspiration and initiative to finish it more quickly :) so let me know what you think of it!

Thanks to bookeatingbean for being a wonderful partner and beta!

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The return to Hogwarts was usually a happy occasion for the students. Even though it signalled the end of the holidays, it also meant reuniting with your friends, spending your days with them, getting up to all sorts of fun and mischief and enjoying unique magical pleasures not available at home.

This year, however, it held an unpleasant surprise in store.

“I regret to inform you that Hogsmeade visits are cancelled this year,” Professor Dumbledore announced solemnly after the feast.

Indignant “no!”s, “why!”s and “come on!”s echoed all over the Great Hall.

He waited for the commotion to subside slightly before continuing. “Unfortunately, the Death Eater attacks are at an all-time high, and Hogsmeade was hit numerous times through the summer. Under these circumstances, it would be unwise to risk everyone’s safety.”

Pockets of hushed whispers across the tables followed this comment. Professor Dumbledore’s blue gaze ran over the body of the students; most of them looked disappointed and sullen.

“However,” he started again, “rest assured that there are a lot of fun activities planned to take your mind away from this unfortunate development. The Quidditch cup will be held as usual, of course, and your prefects will soon fill you in on the rest. I expect it will be a wonderful year and a growing opportunity for all of us.”

Lily Evans let out a groan and rested her head on the palm of her hand, her elbow propped on the table. Her gaze landed on James Potter, several seats away from her, on the other side of the table, his face glowing at the mere mention of Quidditch, his excited chatter undoubtedly focused on the very subject. It was ridiculous how easily he could be distracted from such a tragedy. Ridiculous, and enviable.

Now that they were starting their sixth year, Lily knew she’d find herself swamped under the volume of studying for the NEWTs. Her perfectionist tendencies would not have it any other way, and she had been looking forward to having these few precious weekends to unwind and draw strength from. Instead, she had a feeling she would be burdened with yet more work, since, as a prefect, she would probably have to participate in, perhaps even organise, whatever those ‘fun activities’ entailed.

She was already not looking forward to them.

--

The following day, a new note appeared on the Gryffindor noticeboard, written in the neat handwriting that Lily could identify as belonging to John Riley, the seventh year prefect and new Head Boy.

TREASURE HUNT TOURNAMENT 1st round: 9-10 October Open to students from years 2-6 Sign up by writing your name under the line by Sunday 8pm.

“What, that’s it?” Lily asked Carla Ford, the other seventh year prefect. “No details?”

“Details will be sorted out later depending on the number of participants,” Carla explained. “But basically, you’ll be given a magical map with hints you have to follow.”

“How come it’s not open to seventh years?” Lily’s friend Gemma asked curiously.

Carla’s expression darkened. “We’ve been tasked with making the maps. Professor Flitwick will be giving out letters of recommendation to everyone who participates. You cannot imagine the amount of work that’s going to go into them.”

Lily could, just by hearing about it, and she inwardly thanked Merlin she was spared.

“Are we doing it?” Gemma asked Lily, her black eyes sparkling.

Lily considered it. “I guess? We don’t have to make up our minds now, though.”

The boisterous group that were their classmates – James Potter and his gang – passed them by and crowded near the noticeboard to sign up, making loud jokes about how they were going to crush their competition, in perfect accordance with how Lily would have expected them to take the news. Gemma nodded towards them meaningfully.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lily conceded. “We’ll do it. Let them free up the space and we’ll go sign up.”

--

Sign-ups closed, and then there was no news about the treasure hunt for weeks. Lily almost forgot about it, too engrossed in her studying to bother checking with Carla or John. Gemma occasionally wondered aloud about it, but Lily only had non-committal shrugs to offer.

Finally, on Friday morning before the tournament weekend, it was announced that the first round would start on Saturday morning at ten. The participants would meet in their common rooms to receive their maps and instructions from the seventh-year prefects. Gemma did a little dance at the news; Lily, less enthusiastic, settled for an approving nod.

On Saturday morning after breakfast, the Gryffindor participants gathered in the common room, waiting for John and Carla. An impatient buzz filled the atmosphere, accentuated by the sixth year boys’ raucous laughter and teasing. James Potter threw jabs at all of Lily’s friends in turn; they were all participating, and were pretty excited about it. He didn’t address her at all, however; and she was not sure whether she should be relieved or offended.

Finally, John and Carla entered from the portrait, carrying a lidded bowl and a stack of parchments, respectively. They put them down on one of the tables and addressed the room.

“For the first round of the treasure hunt, you will be paired randomly,” John started. 

Everyone in the audience exchanged concerned looks with their friends. Lily tensed, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. She glanced at Gemma; she was looking at John and Carla, her eyebrows furrowed. At the other side of the room, the sixth year boys were pursing their lips and looking at the two prefects with suspicion.

“Each of you will be handed one piece of a map. The maps are individualised, so no two pairs have the exact same track to follow. Once one task is completed, the next hint appears. Keep in mind that in order for the maps to work, both people have to be holding both pieces.”

This earned John some confused looks, so Carla took a parchment from her stack to demonstrate. “The maps will be cut in two horizontally.” She trailed a jagged line across it with her wand, and it tore in two. “Then both of you have to hold it together like this.” With one hand, she held the two pieces together from one side; John grabbed the other side. “When you hold it like this, the edges will align and the hints will appear.”

Lily drummed her fingers on the arm of the sofa; the long-winded explanations only served to prolong the feeling of impending doom.

“The maps will be active today from 11 am until 7 pm and then again tomorrow, same hours,” Carla continued. “House points will be awarded to all who complete their quests, and the two best pairs from each House will progress to the second round. Your progress will be automatically logged in the back of the map, so we’ll know exactly when and how you fulfilled each task.”

“And now it’s time to assign the pairs,” John spoke again, tapping the bowl. “The names of all participants are in here. I will be drawing by hand to exclude any suspicions of magical tampering.” He took the bowl in both hands and shook it, then put it back down. Carla conjured a black ribbon and tied it around his head, covering his eyes, then removed the lid for him.

“First piece,” she announced, holding up the first piece of the map she had previously torn.

John grabbed one piece of parchment from the bowl in front of him and blindly handed it to Carla.

“Lily Evans,” Carla read, her dark eyes finding Lily. “Come take your piece.”

With a small sigh, Lily rose and approached the prefect. Carla Charmed the raffle and the piece of map together; the raffle merged into the map, leaving a carved imprint of Lily’s name on a corner. Then she handed the piece of map to Lily, who took it and waited a few steps away.

“Second piece,” Carla announced; John reached into the bowl again and handed her a new name. “James Potter.”

Lily’s shoulders sagged, weighted disbelief crushing over her; her dubious stare reached Carla first, then moved to James Potter; his twinkling eyes and the self-satisfied smirk spelled mischief of mythical proportions.

His friends threw him dissatisfied looks as he walked over to Carla to take his piece; apparently they had been hoping that one of them would be paired with him. In all honesty, annoying as he was, he would undoubtedly be one of the best contenders; though Lily could pull her weight just fine – actually, she was a prefect whereas he wasn’t, so there – and would have rather been paired with Gemma or one of the other girls. She wasn’t looking forward to arguing with him about which way to go about their quest; they already argued about everything else.

He took his piece and came to stand next to her, shooting her a meaningful look. At least he seemed to have faith in their pairing.

The draw continued. Gemma was paired with their classmate Mary, Remus Lupin was paired with fifth-year prefect Miri Engelsman, and Peter Pettigrew was paired with Dirk Cresswell, the other fifth year prefect. Sirius Black was paired with the only second-year student who participated – a short, dark-haired girl named Meghan Rolfe – and he was livid. The girl looked extremely pleased, however, rubbing her hands and smirking with such confidence as though she’d already won.

“She’s extremely competitive,” James whispered in Lily’s ear. “She joined the Quidditch team this year too, playing Beater. You don’t want to come across her when she’s holding a bat.”

Lily found this piece of information mildly interesting, and replied with a fittingly mild “Hm.”

Once everyone was paired, John untied the ribbon from around his head and looked around the room, blinking as he became used to the light again. “We’re all set, then,” he said. “The hunt starts at 11. Good luck.”

“Good luck,” Carla echoed, as she and John started to tidy up.

James looked at his watch; Lily stole a glance at it too. It was ten minutes to eleven.

“Good luck,” he said with a smirk to Sirius, who was standing a few feet away from them, next to his partner.

“Sod off,” Sirius replied.

James then turned to Lily, apparently expecting her to share his delight over riling up his best friend; her lips curled into a small smile, more out of amusement at his antics than anything else.

She turned her attention to Gemma and Mary; they were excitedly blabbing away, decided that they were going to have a good time even though they didn’t seem like the strongest pair in the competition. Their other classmate, Artemis, had been serendipitously paired with her sister Danae from fourth year. Lily’s gaze hovered slowly over all the pairs, considering their dynamics and their chances for success.

“It’s time,” James said in a low, conspiratorial voice. He pushed his piece towards her and she aligned her piece with his, holding them both the way Carla had demonstrated. A circle with a number 9 inside it appeared in the center and to the bottom of her piece.

“It’s the Astronomy Tower,” he whispered, hastily folding his piece inside his robes’ pocket. He made a run for the portrait; Lily, taken aback, pocketed her own piece and followed him.

He climbed out the exit and waited for her before speeding away again; Lily managed a half-hearted jog for a few paces before she gave up trying to keep up with him.

“Slow down,” she called to him. “We’re not all athletes.”

He halted in the middle of the corridor and turned round to her. “Sorry.”

She jogged up to him and they continued at her more reasonable pace, all the way to Astronomy Tower and up the nine flights of stairs. Still, she was slightly out of breath when they reached the top floor.

James, unaffected by the exercise, walked forth and looked around, his hazel eyes scanning their surroundings with intense determination.

“Maybe we should check the map,” Lily suggested.

“Right.” He returned to her and they aligned their pieces again. A phrase appeared on the top of James’s piece: We swim.

“We swim,” Lily read aloud, her tone skeptical.

“A view of the lake?” James asked. He walked over to the edge and leaned over the parapet.

“Don’t dive,” Lily warned.

“Not without my broomstick,” he replied with a wink at her, then his face scrunched up in concentration as he looked back to the lake. “D’you reckon we’re looking for something in the lake?”

“And we came all the way up here for nothing?” Lily reasoned. “There should be something to do, or find, before we leave the Tower.”

“Swim metaphorically?” James tried again. “Birds swimming in the air?”

“No…” Lily frowned. Her mind was circling a thought. Astronomy Tower. Astronomy. Astronomy and swimming.

James prattled on; she tried to block his voice out as she focused on her train of thought. Astronomy. Swimming in Astronomy. Swimming in the stars. Stars swimming.

“Pisces,” she said.

“Ah.” James pointed an approving finger to her. “Good thought. But it’s still morning.”

“We can find where it’s supposed to be right now with a star chart.”

“I wonder if it will tell us if we’re right?” James asked, shaking his map.

Lily found it a reasonable thought, and held out her piece; upon aligning the pieces, a star chart appeared on the map.

“We’re right,” Lily said with a grin.

“But Pisces is not in the sky right now,” James pointed out. “We’re looking for something on the floor.”

“I think we need a telescope to look through, anyway. When you’re in the Astronomy Tower, you always use a telescope.”

James frowned, his eyes finding Gryffindor Tower and locking on it as though calculating the distance. Lily found herself noticing the unwavering focus of his gaze; he always seemed to do that. He never just looked; he stared. And even when he was searching for something, there was something very deliberate about the way he looked around; never helpless, never lost.

Perhaps that was why she always found it so unnerving when he looked at her.

She inched closer to him and somehow felt his aura acknowledge her presence, even though his eyes were fixed on an open window of the Gryffindor Tower.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked him, narrowing her eyes towards the same target.

“I think so,” he said with a small nod, then turned to her. “That’s your window.”

Lily released her hold on the map, leaving both pieces with James, then took her wand out and held it up straight. “Accio telescope!” 

A bronze glint shot through the window, zoomed across the distance and neatly landed in her empty hand.

“Nice,” James said, smirking approvingly. Lily couldn’t understand why he had to smirk his way through every expression imaginable. Like every feeling in the world came with a sense of mischief integrated for him. But then, mischief was the very essence of James Potter, she reasoned.

She pocketed her wand and grabbed onto the pieces of the map again with one hand, so that the star chart would be visible. Together they figured out the position of Pisces – somewhere below them – and Lily looked through her telescope after directing it properly.

“See anything?” James asked.

“Not really…”

“Keep it there, and give me your hand.” 

Lily blindly held her free hand out towards his general direction. She felt the pieces of the map being gently pushed into it, then his hand cupping hers – how was it so warm? – and leading it so that they held the map in front of the telescope.

“Ha!” he whooped, but Lily still wasn’t seeing anything. She lifted her eye off the telescope and saw his wide grin, then looked down to see that the map was now showing a tree.

“The Whomping Willow?” she asked.

“No. This one is close to Hagrid’s hut.”

Lily’s eyebrows arched slightly. She knew he was good at Herbology – possibly even better than her, and that was saying something – but was he really able to identify each separate tree in the Hogwarts grounds?

“Let’s go,” he spoke again, shaking her off her pause, and together they headed off.

On their way down, they ran into Sirius going up the staircase, Meghan trailing behind him.

“Is this your first or your second hint?” James asked, startled into a halt.

“The third one,” Sirius replied with a shit-eating grin.

“No fucking way –”

“Come on, James,” Lily said, grabbing his wrist to drag him downstairs, and he obliged her, albeit with some resistance as his gaze was still fixed on his friend.

“Sorry we’re better than you,” Sirius called out.

James flipped him off as Lily dragged him further down the spiral staircase and away from Sirius’s sight.

“There’s no way they’re on their third hint,” he muttered as he followed behind Lily.

“Hint, not location,” Lily reasoned. “They could be. We’re technically on our fourth one now.”

“I’m not losing to Sirius and a second-year,” he said in indignation.

Lily grinned despite herself, then blushed at her reaction; and she was glad he was walking behind her and couldn’t see any of it.

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can i ask your opinion on toxel and toxtricity? personally i cant find myself liking them, but i cant place why. toxel especially looks like it could be very endearing but i just cant get into its design, yknow?

While I like Toxtricity a lot, for reasons I'll get into in a bit, I'm not a huge fan of Toxel. I think I've mentioned this before, but personally I'm not a huge fan of baby Pokemon that lean into looking more like human babies instead of animal babies, and Toxel's "diaper" and distinctly non-salamander esq cheeks really don't do it for me.

But I'm also not big on it because it doesn't feel like it adds anything to the line conceptually. What does a baby-esq salamander have to do with the rest of the line being punk musicians? Because they're both loud? It just doesn't add anything, and I feel like Toxtricity could've stood on its own, or maybe even had an evo instead of the g-max or something.

Just from a design standpoint, the bit of electricity on the forehead is supposed to lead into a mohawk, but it looks really out of place here, as nothing else on the body really matches it. It uses white because Toxtricity has two forms with different colors, but this makes the palette a bit too monotone for its own good--it feels like a lot of the features blend into each other. A bright pink or something would've at least popped more without repeating one of the form colors. I like the expression, but aside from that, this one's mostly a miss for me.

Thankfully, things improve significantly when we get to Toxtricity, which has a great design. The punk look is a great theme and goes along well with the idea of it being a crested newt of some kind, and the colors pop nicely and convey the electric-typing well. I particularly like the body shape, which avoids becoming too human by making the torso and arms long while giving it relatively short legs. It also keeps the head and body flowing into each other instead of keeping them seperate like a lot of anthro designs would do.

I love the head region specifically; the way the mohawk flows down the head and then is complemented by the secondary color works great, especially with how the spikes on the head then flow down to match the direction of the mohawk. Good stuff.

My only real design complaints would be that there are maybe one too many details on the lower body. The leg stripes aren't needed, as there's already plenty of the secondary color on the chest and mohawk. Likewise, I could've done without the waist piece; maybe just have a few spikes directly connect to the torso there, which would keep the body from being too smooth while not feeling so busy.

The cords on the chest also feel like a bit much--both in the sense that they're detailed but also in the sense that they break up the underbelly color in an unpleasant way--but they're based off of actual guitar strings and I'm not sure where else you'd put them, plus the way they can strum them to generate electricity is neat, so I'll give that a pass.

The idea of this line having two forms, one based off an electric guitar and one based off a bass guitar, is a great idea. I'd say the execution is pretty nice too, changing up just enough details that the two look different enough but also clearly read as just two different forms.

Between the two, I think I prefer the amped more than the low key a little. Mostly because the bright yellow has better contrast against the purple than the low key's blue, and the overall look of the head and mohawk is a bit nicer. The cords look better on the low key however, both due to the placement and the way there's fewer of them, so they both have good things going for them.

The g-max is surprisingly good as well. I like how both colors are combined, which both accounts for both forms but also make it look appropriately powered-up. The crazy eye looks sick, and is appropriate considering this thing is effectively high off its own toxins, like a true rockstar.

Most importantly, though, I love that it's quadrupedal here, along with the weird salamander tongue and flatter feet. I don't mind the originals at all, but having a version of it that's a little more salamander-esq is a great way to handle the g-max, and it makes it look pretty threatening as well.

The only thing I don't like here--aside from the leg stripes, but those were on the originals anyway--is the waist piece again. The idea of a radio tower/tesla coil tail isn't bad per say, but the pink isn't working well with the blue and yellow because they're all similar shades compared to the much darker purple of the body. Having the tesla coils on there just feels too busy as well, and the tail feels like it needs to slant back at more of an angle to match the mohawk. In general, I'd make the tail area the dark purple, get rid of the spikes and the tesla coils, and just have the tower there. Or alternatively, run the mohawk down the body and have it jut out at the end to form the tower tail that way.

But yeah, as a whole, Toxtricity is great, with good forms and a neat design that has a clear concept and nice colors. My only issue with the line is that Toxel feels pointless, and possibly could've been dropped entirely; aside from that, these are some solid punk rock salamanders.