#truth potion

[shygirl4991]

Azure Potion Chapter 2 Let me In

Summary: When SMG3 accidentally drinks a truth potion he ends up confessing his crush on SMG4 to Mario and Meggy. Sworn to secrecy the pair come up with a plan to find out Fours feelings and get the boys together. 

Fic inspired by Indigo Secret by @lizaluvsthis Later Chapter Next Chapter Tags: fluff, humor, truth potion, love confessions, secret crush, first kiss, coffee and bombs!

The moment SMG3 landed on the showgrounds he bolted to his cafe, locking it and making sure it was sealed before dashing to his room. Meggy sighs watching him “I should have the extra pages on me still, maybe one of them has a cure.” she starts looking at the pages, Mario sighs not understanding why Three doesn't just confess already. Meggy was so focused on reading the pages that she doesn't notice SMG4 was stepping out of the castle, Mario turns, sees Four and panics, shaking Meggy “Mario im trying to read!” She turns to glare at the plumber only to notice a nervous expression.  “SMG4 hello!!” he waves exaggeratedly to keep the man's eyes on him while Meggy shoves the pages into her pockets.  

SMG4 smiles at them “Hey, how was the dark web you guys got everything?” He looks around trying to find his partner.  Meggy lets out a nervous chuckle “It went amazing right Red?” Mario started to sweat as he gave a thumbs up “Pingas!” Meggy sighs as she turns to face SMG4.  Feeling something was off he looked Meggy and Mario up and down “You guys sure nothing went wrong? Usually when SMG3 gets things for a  bomb he would kidnap me to show me how they work, how the castle is still standing is a miracle.” 

Meggy nods “He said something about Eggdog needing a bath!” Hearing this SMG4 relaxed, pleased to know his friends were okay he waved goodbye and returned to his castle to finish editing his videos. Mario cheered that the pair managed to avoid getting caught in their lie, Meggy on the other hand turned looking at three’s coffee n bomb concerned.

SMG3 sits on his bed frustrated, he knows the dark web like the back of his hand and yet here he is cursed with a truth potion for a whole week. Eggdog snuggles up to his father sensing how upset he is, Three looks down giving his son a small smile “Thanks Eggdog, today just isn't my day now those two idiots know about..UGH!” he throws himself on the bed blushing. They know he is in love with his long time rival, what is he supposed to do for a whole week. Keeping closed would lose him money, he can't open because if one right question is asked the truth will be free.  He hears his phone ding, taking it out he sees its a text from SMG4.

His heart flutters as he unlocks the phone and see the message “Hey talked to M&M happy to know things went smooth, can't wait to see those bombs your making”

He chuckles softly at the text picturing the other man's face while reading it, and it seems the idiots manage to keep SMG4 from suspecting anything. He starts typing away “Just you wait this bomb is going to blow your mind with its power!” After hitting send he gets up and sighs. He just needs to stay away for a whole week. How hard could that be? 

A knock on the door caught his attention, peeking he saw Meggy waving at him “Three i have a few pages maybe one can help!” hearing this he ran and opened the door for her and Mario. Once they were in he blocks and seals the door again, Meggy takes everything out of her pocket.  SMG3 walks to the counter for Meggy to go over the pages, Mario on the other hand gets distracted seeing the glowing blue flower. SMG3 frowns looking at the other pages “Love potion, red string potion, ew a frog potion geez what a fairy tale. Squid none of these sound like they will help with the whole I CAN ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH!”

Mario shrugs “Mario doesnt get why you don't just tell SMG4, you both are super gay for each other!”

SMG3 lets out a bitter chuckle “Right, hey SMG4 I know we just became friends but turns out i have a crush on you. That's how you ruin friendships idiot plus we all know he is married to his youtube channel, nothing can or will happen.” Meggy nods thinking to herself, how did SMG4 feel about Three. The pair were always together these days, naturally they would hold hands without there being any danger. She swears that Four spends more time at the cafe than anyone else in the crew, she remembers in the past how SMG4 would tell her how he hated coffee. That's when SMG3 joined the crew and offered for the first time a cup, Four drinked it with a smile and suddenly he became a coffee drinker.

Maybe there was something there, she looks at the pages and decides to ask something risky “What if we ask SMG4 for help?” Three’s eyes go wide from that “WHAT NO! That idiot finds out he will have all the ammo on me!” Meggy crosses her arms staring at the man “You really think SMG4 is that kind of person?” SMG3 stays silent looking down, suddenly he opens the door kicking Meggy and Mario out “I’ll figure this out on my own!” He slams the door and goes to the back room. He sighs sliding down the wall, now sitting on the floor he thinks of Meggy's words. It was risky, if SMG4 is still that person from before, how can he be so sure his secret won't leak cause Four will say something stupid. 

Meggy glares at the cafe before picking up the papers, she looks around noticing the flower she had was missing. Deciding it wasn't important at the moment she put the papers in her pocket, she turns to the castle and walks to it “Come on Red we need to tell Four that Three is in trouble!” SMG4 sat there staring at the pair as they explained everything to him, silently he gets up and dashes out of the castle surprising the pair. Four was worried he knows how important privacy is for the man, being an open book is asking for trouble. He takes out his copy of the cafe keys and goes in,  knowing that Three wouldn't want to see his face he would be hiding in the back room. He walks over to the wall and  sits on the other side saying “Hey Three…are you okay i felt something off.” 

SMG3 hugs himself, feeling the truth bubble its way out little by little. “No, today has been a shit show and I don't want you here.” SMG4 hums thinking of a way to get him to talk which was tricky knowing about the potion. He wanted to ask something that SMG3 would tell him out of free will, he smiled to himself as he stretched his hand so it could be seen by Three “I get your upset..but don't freeze me out…please let me in.” Three looks at the man’s hand and looks away “I’m sorry…it's best if you leave me alone this week, get it? I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE!”  SMG4 gets up and places his hand on the wall “SMG3 please, i hate feeling you in pain..i wont judge or hurt you arent we partners?” Three slowly turns to the wall placing his own hand on it, he slightly smiles as he feels the meme energy from the other side.

“I cant…it will ruin everything, so get out of here…baka,” with that he walks into the elevator hoping that Four wouldn't follow him. Four stands there thinking how he could gain Three’s trust, he walks out of the cafe and notices Mario smirking at him. The look sent a chill down his spine “uh Mario why are you looking at me like that?”

Mario hands him a bottle with a strange blue liquid “Is that the…potion?” he looks up to see a mischievous grin grow on his face. Mario’s plan was simple: if both men were under the truth potion then they have no choice but to finally admit how gay they are for each other. Slowly four reach and take the bottle “How..did you get this?” Mario takes out the recipe with a flower missing petals “Mario is very good at cooking!” The choice was now in SMG4 hand, if they both are under the potion  he could understand Three and help him last the week or come up with a plan for them to hunt for a cure. Then again Mario made this, can he really trust this wouldn't kill him or do something worse. As he stares at the potion he remembers the pain he felt from SMG3, closing his eyes he chugs the drink. 

#smg34 #smg3 #smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #lizaluv #smg34 fanfiction #smg43 #fluff #love confessions #truth potion #first kiss #idiots in love #azure potion

[diwtara]

The locals were throwing them a feast in thanks for saving the village. With music and booze and meat - what more could they ask for?

The chief even brought out a local speciality.

"This drink," he explained, "will compell you to go to your friends and tell them something honest." He went on to explain that though it might not be something you would normally say out loud, it very rarely led to hurt feeling on either side - it did of course happen ocasionally, but the drink was made specifically to celebrate and help strengthen bonds.

When offered the chance to try it, no one was surprised that Luffy took the opportunity. Their cook was next, having caught a wiff of it Sanji insisted he needed to learn the flavour profile. Franky was the third and final volunteer, claiming that honesty was SUPER.

The stawhats kept a close eye on their captain as he bounced around chatting with everyone in his vicinity, though it was hard to tell if the drink had taken effect yet, or if Luffy was simply being Luffy.

"Nami-swan!" Sanji called running eagerly up to the red head, with a bright smile on his face.

She greeted him in turn with a polite smile, allowing him to take one of her hands gently in his own

"Nami-swan, you are such a strong, amazing person and I am so glad that we met. I am so happy that we are friends!"

Namis eyes widdened as a blush spread across her cheeks. "Oh!" That wasnt what she had expected him to say at all. Now she found herself stumbling over how to respond.

"I see the elixer has begun to work, cook-san" Robin cut in with a soft smile.

"Robin-chwan!" He cheered taking her hand in his free one. "You are so brilliant and wonderful. Im always excited for you when we find ruins for you to study, or a poneglyph for you to read. I love seeing you happy!"

It was Robins turn to be left speachless. She knew the strawhats were okay with humouring her passion, but it still caught her off guard that they were people, that there could be people, who genuinely cared about her happiness.

Movement off to the side caught Sanjis attention and he took off as quickly as he had appeared.

"Usopp!" He cried, wrapping the man in a hug.

"Oof. Okay okay, you can let go-"

"I know how brave you are Usopp! I see it every time you do what you need to despite being scared! But i will still always do my best to protect you whenever I can!"

Usopps eyes watered for a moment before he threw his arms around the chef. "Sanji!!"

Zoro doesnt know what draws the blondes attention his way, hell maybe its just another special property of the drink, makes you zero in on the people you know one by one. He sort of wishes he hadnt been noticed though.

"Zoro!" He tried not to squirm or duck away as he was approached.

He didnt need the cook rushing over to - what? Tell Zoro that theyre friends? He knows theyre friends, its not something either of them should have to say out loud. Thats not what they do.

Or worse, the curly-browed idiot could decided to say something like 'you're strong', or 'you're a good fighter', or 'I respect you'.

That would just be uncomfortable for both of them. And the cook would probably regret it in the morning.

And just how would Zoro be able to respond to that? Zoro sure as hell cant respond in kind to that sort of comment. Hes not the one who drank a truth potion after all.

He could pick a fight of course, make fun of the blonde for coming over and smiling and talking with complete sincerety. Laugh at him for willingly taking the drink and spilling out his feelings everywhere.

"Oi! Zoro!" The cook was grinning at him in a way he never did, or at least he was until he tripped on something on the path and a look of concentration replaced the smile as the man focused on staying upright while stumbling the last few feet forward. This had Zoro fighting off a smile of his own. The staggering blonde was a stupid, and maybe slightly endearing, sight.

Sanji caught himself with one hand planted on Zoros chest, staring down at it in complete fascination.

"I think about kissing you all the time."

What.

Zoros breath caught.

"I would really like to suck your cock." Sanji continued, licking his lips, "Maybe tie you up first if you'd let me."

What?!

The blondes eyes slowly traced up from his hand on Zoros chest to meet his eyes. When he did, whatever he saw there, he seemed to realize exactly what he had just said.

Zoro watched as his mouth opened and closed several times, a dark blush racing across the mans face.

Finally Sanji snatched his hand away and turned on his heel before running back the way he came. Zoro almost chased after until he saw the blondes path change so he could scoop Chopper up in his arms.

The bright smile was back on his face, the blush fading. Whatever he was saying to Chopper had the reindeer wiggling and delightedly calling him a bastard.

Zoro watched the group - Franky was now openly sobbing while Nami pat his shoulder awkardly, Luffy was fully wrapped around Usopp - while he tried to catch up with what just happened.

How the hell was he supposed to respond to that?!

He sighed and decided he could confront the cook tomorrow. (Maybe.)

For now he needed a drink.

#zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zoro #sanji #truth potion #i have a fever please shoot me im sorry #sanji has a dirty mind

[earlgreyinpajamas]

I've been trying to find an old fic I read on A03 a while ago. it has Merlin be forced to take a truth serum made by guias and uther is the one who ordered it, but the catch is he doesn't confess his magic, he confesses his love for Arthur. any other truth serum fics are welcome tho!!

so i couldnt find the exact fic you were looking for, but i did manage to find a couple other truth serum fics. hopefully someone out there knows which fic you were looking for.

Tell Me A Lie by TheCourtSorcerer (@thecourtsorcerer)

"Did you steal anything from my plate?”

No, had been what he meant to say, of course not. Instead, though, when he opened his lips to let the lie slip out, he paled at what came out in its place.

“Yes, I always do, a sausage this time.”

His heart sunk.

He couldn’t lie.

Or

Merlin is slipped a truth potion, and really, he should have expected Arthur to find out.

~~~

and the cure is the stuff of fairytales!! ahhh

2. Mine by Lola_Rose_Robins (@lorienrobins)

Merlin was hit with a truth spell, which is how Uther ends up finding out about his...well, everything.

~~~

i know it's a curse instead of a serum, but this is the closest thing i could find with uther confronting him while under a truth inducing thingy

3. our lips are sealed by eat_crow

After being dosed with a truth potion? No, they're not.

“Who the fuck calls you Emrys?” Arthur asks, so clearly annoyed. “People of magic. Druids, mostly, but I’ve heard it from fae and leaders of the old religion. Jesus fucking Christ--” he dissolves into hysterical laughter, rocking as far forward as his bonds will allow. “What is in this shit?”

~~~

excellent crack fic 4275349207825/10

#merthur #merlin x arthur #merlin fic #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur fluff #merthur fanfiction #merthur fic #merthur fanfic #merthur fic rec #merthur fic recs #truth potion #truth serum #merlin's magic revealed #arthur knows about merlins magic

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

If u inhale truth gas or a truth potion or a truth serum of any kind… just don’t talk?

I don’t think it COMPELS you to tell the truth it’s just you can’t lie. If you say something like “I don’t want to tell you.” Or just simply don’t talk, you arnt lying. I’ve thought abt this for so long man stop spilling your secrets

#it’s been on my mind #truth serum #truth gas #truth potion #fantasy

[sea-owl]

Okay but like truth serum or truth potion fic.

Could be angsty as shit when the spouses let out every single self hatred thoughts about themselves (they do be having issues) and maybe some of them are still waiting for the other shoe to drop because life isn't a fairy tale.

Or

I could make it stupid. The Bridgertons get it and they say every single horny thing that comes to their minds about the loves of their lives. Showering the spouses with praises and love. The spouses originally think the Bridgertons got hit with a love potion. Nope it's a truth potion.

#bridgerton #polin #kathony #philoise #benophie #saphne #franchael #hyareth #grucy #truth potion #truth serum

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Mephistopheles 🥰 Dramatic and for what? I do love him and his antics can be hilarious. I haven’t gotten far into the game so my first interaction with him was from an event and he’s chaotic to me. He seems sweet when he wants to be from what I saw from screenshots so yeah! I love him very much! I hope that was a little insightful haha I just saw your post of what we think of him so my brain went brr

Aww heck yeah, Anon! I'm gonna use this as an excuse to write Mephistopheles x Reader, shhhh.

For the past two years, the only real news buzzing around R.A.D. had been about that damned exchange student. MC, the descendant of Lilith, who had all seven lords of Hell and, if rumors were to be believed, the Prince of Hell himself, his butler, Solomon the Wise, and one of the Celestial Realm’s best angels wrapped around their little finger. Every demon they encountered seemed to be enamored by their optimism, bravery, and intelligence, and Mephistopheles hates it. He hasn’t met MC yet, but he’s determined to expose them as nothing more than an ordinary, selfish human. After he finds his missing documents, of course.

He retraces his steps from the R.A.D. Newspaper office, growing more and more worried with every step until he comes to the top of the staircase. At the foot of the stairs, one of the seven brothers and someone unfamiliar and picking up papers, trying to reorganize them into a neat bundle. The stranger curses, and he catches a glance of a completed Sorcerers’ Guild tattoo on their arm as they put their finger into their mouth, nursing an obvious paper cut. The demon at their side immediately turns to comfort them, much to his surprise. “Here, let me heal that for you, MC.”

Rage boils within Mephistopheles’s chest as he descends towards the pair–how dare this human go through his personal documents. As he reaches the bottom and clears his throat, ready to start a grandiose, intimidating speech, MC looks up at him, and every mean word dies on his lips. They just look so… Innocent. Not in the way a child is, but in the way only a human that can survive living with the Seven Sins unscathed can be. Their soul, heavy with magic, burns brilliantly with an aura of strength, confidence, and kindness. He can feel the pact essence of all seven brothers swirling around it protectively. Even more surprising, however, is the curl of an angel’s blessing, blazingly warm and ethereally beautiful, woven into the pacts. There’s no doubt that the being in front of him is beloved by both the celestial and demonic aspects of these three realms. He’s not surprised that, with those pledges of love and the overwhelming roil of magical strength surrounding them, they aren’t afraid of him. “Sorry, are these yours? We were trying to get them back in order before searching for the owner.”

By the Ninth circle, even their voice is beautiful. Now he understands why everyone seems to be so taken with them–at least, that’s what he wants to say. What comes out of Mephistopheles’s mouth as he roughly snatches the papers away is, “Didn’t anyone ever tell you how rude it is to go through someone else’s papers, or are all humans just this stupid?”

The immediate hurt in their eyes makes him want to take it all back, but the momentary weakness is immediately replaced by steely confidence. The demon at their side growls, but the human puts up one hand to stop them. “Don’t, I can handle this.”

They really are fearless, he decides, as they step towards him. “Human, I don’t have all day. Apologize so I can go back to more important things.”

“What’s your name?” The question catches him off guard. “Mephistopheles.”

He hates the way their lip curls up at his name. “Well, I’d like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but you’ve really lived up to every single story I’ve heard about you. I’m not going to apologize for something I didn’t do, and I’m certainly not going to apologize to you for doing your ungrateful demon ass a kindness. Get out of my way so I can go to my next class.”

Mephistopheles is in love, he decides. He’s in love with this human who seems to already hate his guts. That’s his fault, of course, but he can make a better second impression.

Unfortunately, this hope is completely shattered by the fifth week of his attempts, where he wanted to compliment them on their new perfume and instead made an incredibly loud comment about “human stench.” The demon is desperate at this point–every time he tries to say something nice to MC, his arrogance stops him and makes him insult them instead. Mephistopheles wants to tell them how enthralled he is, how all he wants to do is make them smile and get to know them better, but he just keeps digging himself deeper into this pit of hate.

When he finally drags himself to see Asmodeus and Solomon, the most likely of MC’s partners to take pity on him and help fix this mess, it’s with stinging pride and downcast eyes. Solomon laughs until he’s doubled over, holding his stomach as tears of mirth spill down the sorcerer’s cheeks at the demon’s dilemma. Asmodeus, however, is beyond delighted. “Oh, I knew you’d come around to them, Mephisto! My darling is just too wonderful for anyone to stay away for long–after all, I deserve nothing less than perfection to match my own~”

Mephistopinches the bridge of his nose, “Yes, yes, MC’s very enchanting. How do I fix this?”

“Well, how far are you willing to go for this?” The quickness of his own answer surprises him. “I’ll do anything. I just need a way to tell them how I actually feel without my ego getting in the way.”

The wicked grin on the Avatar of Lust’s face, coupled with the gleam in Solomon’s eyes, makes him reconsider his wording, but it’s too late for that now. He’s asked for their help, and they’re going to give it to him.

Asmodeus sends Solomon to Purgatory Hall to brew a potion, something that has Mephisto very concerned, but he has no time to think as Asmo drags him off shopping. He allows himself to be led into clothing stores, listening as the demon lord prattles on about MC’s preference for formalwear and trying whatever outfits Asmo throws at him. Each new look comes with varying levels of complaint until finding one they both agree on. Asmodeus insists that the colors bring out his eyes and compliment his skin tone, and Mephisto is just glad it isn’t sparkly. He draws the line at a haircut, much to Asmo’s dismay, but the extravagant gifts he lets Asmo pick out for him to give to MC as apologies over time seem to make up for it.

The next day, Mephisto finds himself following Solomon up to the door of the House of Lamentation, dressed impeccably and bearing flowers. The sorcerer hands him a small potion–he should probably have insisted on knowing what it will do, but he downs it without hesitation before knocking. MC answers the door, tailed by an eager Asmodeus, and immediately scowls. “Oh, it’s you. Come to tell me how much I smell again, or have you come up with a new insult?”

Mephisto doesn’t answer for a minute, too focused on staring at the human. Asmodeus had said he would dress MC for this so Mephisto would have things to compliment, which he’d thought would be helpful at the time. Now he realizes that, since he finds them attractive even on the days where they show up to class in a slightly wrinkled uniform and bedhead, seeing them all cleaned up with an Asmodeus Approved™ outfit is enough to render him speechless. He internally prepares himself for whatever inane bullshit his pride is going to spit out. “You look incredible.”

They both seem surprised by the words that left his mouth, but Asmodeus has a grin plastered on his face that would put the Chesire Cat to shame as he wraps his arms around MC’s waist and kisses their cheek. “They do, don’t they?”

MC immediately looks suspicious. “What’s your angle? If this is your way of trying to get me to put my guard down so you can properly hurt me, it isn’t going to work.”

“I’m sorry for all of that. I swear I didn’t mean any of it.” Mephisto holds the bouquet of flowers out to them, angling it just right so it blocks their view of his quickly heating face. The human takes the bouquet and hands it to Asmo before crossing their arms. “Solomon, what did you do to him?”

“Well, our friend here was having trouble telling you how he really feels, so I brewed him something to give him a little push.” MC’s eyebrows shoot up. “Mephistopheles–”

“Who doesn’t hate you,” Asmodeus adds helpfully, ignoring the glare the aforementioned demon gives him. “Let you dose him with a truth potion.”

“For the record, I did not know that that’s what they were planning.” Solomon snorts at the admission. “Like you would have gone along with this if you knew that was the plan.”

Mephisto growls in response, but MC holds up a hand, just like they did the first time he saw them. “Solomon, Asmo, how about you two boys give us a moment?” Asmo pouts, but allows Solomon to drag him off into the House of Lamentation, leaving Mephisto alone with MC. “Ok, go on.”

He decides it’s better not to look them for this–if he’s going to have to spill his soul out to them, he doesn’t want to watch them reject that as he does it. The demon fixes his gaze on the ground and takes a deep breath before letting the words spill out of him. He tells them about what he thought when he first met them, how every time he tried to say something nice to them it would come out wrong, and how much he hated seeing them hurt by his words. He lets himself give them every compliment he’d ever wanted to give them, with a few extra for good measure. By the time he’s done, his face feels like it’s on fire, and he prepares himself for the onslaught of well-deserved anger they’re obviously about to unleash on him.

Sorry for the cliffhanger! I have a good ending in progress, but let me know if you want MC to punish him a little first.

#merc writes #merc replies #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #obey me fic #obey me fluff #obey me humor #obey me mephistopheles #truth potion #mephistopheles has an ego #Idk why I loved this concept so much #but mephisto not being able to be nice to someone he likes just seems so fitting. #he's pretty and emotionally constipated with an ego bigger than the sun #just my type #<3

[polarfog]

Truth Potion/ Truth Serum for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Harry Potter Fanfic: Truth Breakfast

Snape was tired of that Potter brat getting away with everything, entering a dangerous tournament, what was he thinking? And now his potion supplies were now dwindling in size, and Snape knew Potter and his friends stole from his store before, despite their foresight to keep quiet. 

Well, enough is enough! Snape grabbed some veritaserum, and placed it in his pocket. It was time for Potter to start telling the truth, and the very potion he had would force that brat to speak the truth and only the truth. Now, all Snape had to do was bribe a house elf, that's the hard part. 

Snape went to the kitchens hours after curfew was declared. He had to be careful. Hufflepuffs were known to raid the kitchen at night. They seemed to never not be hungry, Snape was always jealous of the easy access to food the Hufflepuffs had. No waiting for breakfast, if you want a midnight snack. Sure, Slytherins were close and their secret passages, but they had a tad longer walk, which equaled more risk of getting caught.  

Finally Snape was in the kitchen. A house elf saw him. "What does Mr. Snape want-" "I wish for you to pour this-'' Snape handed the house elf the potion that would expose Potter's lies to the elf. "Master Dumbies not allow potion in food." "I'll allow you to be my personal assistant this summer if you do this and say nothing." The elf nodded. "Assist Mr. Snape. Can't deny!" Snape smirked, "Make sure it is only in Potter's food. No one else's." Snape left with a job well done. 

The next morning, Snape kept an eye on Potter, who was eating his breakfast. Now, people would know he wasn't innocent. Potter's face blushed just as Hermonie screamed, "What! You slept where!?" Potter was running up the stairs faster than Snape knew anyone could. Oh no, he doesn't! 

Snape knew enough of the secret passages to block the fat lady's entrance to the common room, too bad Potter was too arrogant to look where he was going, as he ran straight into Snape. "Potter! What's wrong with you?" "I'm a freak." Potter placed his hand over his mouth, which let Snape hear a mumbled, "The school knows?" "About what?" Potter must have admitted going to the tournament on purpose, now that he didn't have a choice. "The cupboard." Snape wasn't a fan of listening through mumbles, but he was intruiged and had a duty as a teacher to keep all his students safe, even brats like Potter. "What about the cupboard?" ""It was my bedroom until the Hogwarts letter came. And it was used for punishments." Harry speedily replied, before Snape grabbed his arm and marched him to the staff table where Dumbledore was. "Albus, we have a problem." "Let's go upstairs." 

Snape, Dumbledore, and Potter were sitting in Dumbledore's office. "What seems to be the problem Severus?" "Potter was in a cupboard until his Hogwarts letter. Is there anything else Potter?" "I was beaten and starved for doing strange things. I owned nothing, even my clothes were Dudley's old ones. My glasses were broken by him repeatedly , so I used tape to tape them together. And I can't stop telling the truth." Snape figured it was a good time to ask, "Since you are being truthful, did you enter your name in the tournament." "No. Not that you'd believe me anyway." "Steal potion supplies?" "In seconed year." Harry clapped his hand over his mouth. "Severus." Dumbledore warned. "This is not the time ask many questions." 

Dumbledore looked at Harry over his moon spectacles, "Now, Harry, you say you can't stop telling the truth. When did this start?" "This morning." Harry glared at Snape. "Now, Harry, let's give Severus the benefit of the doubt, "Do you know of anything that triggered this?" "No, sir." Harry shook his head in annoyance. "Severus, can you make an antidote? Some things have came to light that I should take care of." 

Severus left the room and Dumbledore sighed, "Harry, Severus is an honest man, he would never harm his students." "He poisoned Neville's toad." Normally, Dumbledore would normally pass that off as an exaggeration, but Harry was under a truth potion. He needed to have a long talk with his potion's professor.

After Snape came back with the antidote, Dumbledore watched his student take it, before dismissing him. "Severus, please stay." Snape stayed seated. As soon as Harry closed the door, Dumbledore casted a silencing charm, knowing his students' tendency to eavesdrop, especially Harry Potter. This conversation was not for young ears. 

"Severus, Potter informs me you tried to poison a toad." "I just wanted Longbottom to do the potion correctly, so I said I'd feed the potion he made to his toad." Ugly and annoying thing at that. He wished it was poisoned, it would've been better that way. "So a student who lost his parents to insanity, you decide to take one of the last things remaining. Tell me Severus, why do you like torturing orphans?" "I do not target orphans!" "Longbottom and Harry both have no parents, that is the only thing they have in common." 

Dumbledore stood up, "I overlooked so much with Potter, but with Longbottom, you have no excuse. He doesn't look like your bully. He is not the child of the prophecy. You will not torture my students. You are now under probation. This entails a year with every single house point given or taken away checked for fairness, unable to give detentions, students will have to report me instead, and I'll determine if they have detention or not. Every single one this year. Some may even be taken away from record. Normally your actions are a fireable offense, and if you weren't my spy you would certainly be fired. Now get out before I change my mind!" Dumbledore had a lot to do, he has never been this angry, Potter was abused and Snape was corrupt with power, what was he going to do with this mess? 

Dumbledore did find a solution to the Potter situation, seeing as Snape owed him one for keeping him employed. When Snape walked up to Potter, he was near seething with rage, how dare the Potter brat cause this, and he couldn't believe Albus was making him do this. "Potter." Snape said through nearly gritted teeth. "Sir?" "Albus has informed me that due to your living situation, you need protection. I have been assigned as your bodyguard for the summer." "No! You'll make everything worse!" Harry yelled. Snape expected this so kept his calm and stated word for word what Dumbledore told him to say if and when Potter objected to his offer, "I will not be allowed to interfere unless you are in danger. I will be mostly as a prop to keep your aunt and uncle in line." "Whatever." Harry walked away angry at the situation, possibly not as angry as Snape was. A summer with Petunia, that sounded like a miserable time, especially when she can't be cursed!

#badthingshappenbingo #Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #Severus Snape #fanfic #writing #truth potion #food tampering #bad things happen bingo

[askfarfromhome]

Have Tergaians invented a lie detector machine?

I want to say yes, to an extent, but they definitely have a Truth Potion (because why not) that is heavily regulated because of how easy you can get the measurements wrong and cause Bad Things To Happen.

I'm trying to decide if this would be a spell associated with Loki (you can argue it's a form of mischief) or Kismet (something something the path already walked etc) or a mix of both. Maybe even Quetzal (shedding light on a situation)?

#lie detector #truth serum #truth potion #ffh #far from home #asks #anonymous #IF THAT'S EVEN YOUR REAL NAME

[avvail]

truth potion/serum 😌

“What’s that?” The hero murmurs uneasily under their breath, watching as the villain carefully inserts the needle into the soft flesh of their forearm, making them wince slightly. They watch it plunge into their vein, only daring to tug against the restraints once the needle is out of their skin.

The villain merely sends them a smile. “Nothing that’ll kill you.”

“Let me guess,” the hero growls. “A fate worse than death? Are you really trying this bullshit with me after all this time?”

“You don’t think our dynamic is a conventional one?”

The hero shuts their mouth, contemplating what the villain’s game was. If it was a sedative, it was a slow acting one, since they couldn’t feel any symptoms creeping up on them just yet. It was peculiar - they felt just fine.

“Let’s be honest,” the hero sniffs, and they don’t miss the way the villain almost laughs in amusement. They don’t know why that’s funny. “If our relationship was a conventional one, you would have killed me the moment you kidnapped me.”

The villain hums, their eyes roaming from their face languidly, kissing their teeth. The hero watches with a stubborn frown as they begin to circle around them, ever so slowly, and it makes them nervous.

They try not to shift.

“You’re right,” the villain sighs from behind them, and they want nothing more than to crane around to keep their eyes on them, but they can’t. Their heart races relentlessly in their chest, clenching their jaw. “Would you rather we adhere to the stereotypes?”

They roll their eyes. “If it means getting killed, then why would I?”

“You’re self righteous and selfless, aren’t you?” The villain teases. “Doesn’t that come with your job?”

“It doesn’t mean I’m eager to die. Dying means defeat, and I wouldn’t ever let you defeat me. You and I both know that.”

The villain stops beside them, a smile on their face that the hero doesn’t like. They send them a sharp glare for good measure, just because they can.

“So, is that a no?”

The hero wants to know where this is headed.

“No,” they confirmed. The villain stepped closer to them, their thumb gently brushing over a tender bruise on their temple. The finishing blow that had rendered them unconscious, making it easy for the villain to drag them here into their clutches. The hero forces back a wince, their eyes hard and determined. The villain loves that look.

“But you’re like that with others,” the villain comments, still stroking their temple. “Other villains, I mean. Especially Supervillain - the typical good versus bad. You know they’d kill you if they could. Stereotypes, after all.”

To hero resists the urge to lean keenly into that touch. “Because I know Supervillain is dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Their eyes gleam mischievously. “You don’t think I’m dangerous?”

They shift. No dizziness yet, and their vision is completely clear, along with their mind. It’s not a sedative. What are they planning?

“No,” they respond after a moment, and the villain’s jaw ticks. It’s the only sign of irritation they’ve seen from them, but their tongue blurts more before they can stop themselves. “You’re dangerous in different ways.”

The irritation disappears, and the thumb slips down their cheek.

“Dangerous in different ways,” they muse, as if chewing the words that came out of their mouth. The hero’s heart is pounding against their ribcage, and they’re not quite sure why. The villain is incredibly close, feeling pinned down by their cold gaze alone.

“You’re easier to be around,” the hero speaks, trying not to stammer over their words. “I...” I hate you, don’t get me wrong. That’s what they want to say, but their throat closes up before they can. The villain’s thumb strokes the bottom of their jaw, and they shiver, as if encouraging them.

“Because I know you won’t kill me. When given the chance, you go easy on me.”

“You think I go easy on you?”

The hero gives them a disgruntled look. “You never torture me. Last time you kidnapped me, I slept in one of your guest rooms.”

“You were still a prisoner, or did you forget?” The villain scoffs. Of course they had been. The hero had spent all night trying to pick the lock, to smash the windows, but there was no point. They were a prisoner, but it never felt like they were in danger. Not in the same sense they felt when the supervillain almost incapacitated them. It was different.

“That’s not the point,” the hero snaps, unaware of their own rising irritation. They jerk their head away from the touch, feeling as though it was distracting them. The villain has this arrogant smirk on their lips, as if they know exactly what they’re doing. “If I ever kidnapped you, I wouldn’t stick you in a luxurious room. I wouldn’t let you sleep on a bed, I wouldn’t have you here and not torture you.”

The villain hums, their voice dropping low. “You like it when I treat you good?”

“Yes.” No. “I do.” It’s weird.

It takes a single, heart stopping beat for the hero to realise what they’d just said, their brows furrowing in confusion. They open their mouth to say something else, before their eyes flick down to the red pinprick from the needle in their skin. They release a shuddering breath.

“A truth serum,” they breathe. “That’s what you injected me with.”

The villain lets out a dark, amused chuckle. “I was waiting for you to figure it out.”

They lean back, creating a rift of air between them where the hero can still feel their warmth. It still feels hard to breathe, their wrists flexing under the restraints, and they grind their teeth hard together. This is dangerous. This was exactly what they were talking about.

“Are you tired, Hero?” The villain’s soft voice questions, enough to make the hero swallow uneasily. Their heart is racing now, so fast they feel like they’re going to throw up. They screw their eyes shut.

“Yes,” they say, feeling fingers under their jaw, tipping their head back. Their eyes open instinctively. The villain almost coos.

“And you love how easy it is with me,” the villain murmurs, admiring the embarrassed, shunted look in those cute eyes of theirs. “Love how I treat you.”

The hero’s fists clench. They desperately try to say no. “Yes.”

“And,” the villain purrs, their thumb brushing along their bottom lip with precious ease,” it’s dangerous because it’s so easy to shut your brain off. So dangerous to let your guard down around me. Easy to manipulate, as much as you wish that wasn’t true.”

The hero almost whines. “Yes.”

“Do you think I’m manipulating you?” They ask, their voice a hushed whisper, like a soft lull in their brain. The hero squirms, but they still can’t look away, not even daring to swallow. The villain leans in closer, their lips so close to theirs, and their voice turns dark. “Do you think it’s working?”

Who knew the hero’s weakness was simple acts of kindness. The villain had never thought going so easy on them would make them putty in their hands. But it did.

The hero bites down on the inside of their cheek, straining not to answer. The villain’s fingers curl around a lock of their hair, tucking it behind their ear tenderly. Too tenderly - the hero loves it.

“Better not fight it,” they hum. “It’ll hurt.”

“Yes,” the hero finally gasps, the throbbing pain in their head easing. They almost feel out of breath, trembling under each of their cunning touches.

The villain’s eyes gleam, leaning forward to kiss them. The hero had been so adamant they could never defeat them, and it almost makes them crackle. Maybe never in the stereotypical sense, but they had proved this was not a stereotypical rivalry; what was true defeat if they didn’t conquer them, after all?

@badthingshappenbingo

#bad things happen bingo #original writing #truth potion/serum #hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero villain #villain hero #hero #villain #writing snippet #story snippet #snippet #hero x villain snippet #truth serums #writing #my writing #hero and villain #villain and hero #avvail

[dandywonderous]

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Leo, everyone else

Square: Truth Potion/Serum

Warnings: Angst. So much angst.

Notes I went a little off book from what this trope usually looks like and it really ended up being more like a different prompt on the big BTHB list (don't want to say what for spoilers), but it IS the idea I got thinking about this square and it is a lot about honesty so... hopefully that's fine haha.

It got super long so I just put it straight on AO3. Here's a link! I do plan to do a chapter 2 to this eventually so Leo can get some comfort after all this hurt.

@badthingshappenbingo

#bad things happen bingo #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #truth potion/serum

[total-drama-brainrot]

TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

#I'd like to apologise for taking this idea and running with it. #Cutting myself off here before I breach 2k+ words or else I'll be here all day. #Sort of entered actual Writing Mode at the end there instead of Outline Mode but this idea is. So Full Of Potential I couldn't help myself. #But from here it'd basically be Alejandro using his newfound knowledge of Noah's crush on him to his advantage. #Whilst Noah's doing his best (and failing) to deny that he has any feelings for Alejandro. #Eventually leading to the two of them having a Bonding Moment where Alejandro gets Noah to divulge some personal information. #And in turn- or an effort to garner some trust (to be abused later)- Alejandro also lets himself be vulnerable towards Noah. #Something something Alejandro tries to use Noah as a pawn but ends up catching feelings of his own. #Then of course the potion wears off and Noah goes back to being just as prickly and standoffish as he was before. #A point of conflict maybe? Imagine bearing your soul out to someone only for them to close themself off to you not even days afterwards. #...Also imagine being practically forced to divulge information about yourself to someone you don't trust because of a truth potion. #Oh yeah. That's some good angst material right there. #Especially is you have Alejandro be- if not fully aware- than at least suspect that Noah's not being agreeable on his own terms. #Anon why have you given me The Thoughts?? I can't keep brainstorming AUs when I already have fics to work on!! #ophe's ranting in the tags again #total drama #td noah #td alejandro #team chris is really really really really hot #alenoah #-ish #silly ideas #other's ideas #long post #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

[shygirl4991]

Azure Potion Chapter 3 Blind to Love

Summary: When SMG3 accidentally drinks a truth potion he ends up confessing his crush on SMG4 to Mario and Meggy. Sworn to secrecy the pair come up with a plan to find out Fours feelings and get the boys together.

Fic inspired by Indigo Secret by @lizaluvsthis

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Tags: fluff, humor, truth potion, love confessions, secret crush, first kiss, coffee and bombs! Warning mentions of the Igloo at the start

The potion tasted bitter with a hint of pasta sauce “How do we know that the potion worked?” Four turns to Mario seeing the expression on his face made four fear for his life “Oh SMG4,  what happened between you and SMG3 in the igloo?” SMG4's face went pale as a strange sensation came over him “Mario why would you ask when you know we ah no! i we made.. stop!” SMG4 covered his mouth fighting the final words trying to come out. Mario nodded pleased that it worked, then grew concerned with how red in the face SMG4 was. The man then whispers the last words “love..in the …igloo.”

Once that was over SMG4 stood straight and slowly turned to Mario, he took a step back “It worked isn't it great SMG4?” with a growl four punches Mario throwing him across the showgrounds. While he is happy that something Mario did worked, he has a strong need to murder his avatar for making him remember something embarrassing. The day was ending, he had no choice but to have his heart to heart the next day. As he walks back Meggy gives him a welcoming smile “How did it go?”

SMG4 groans “No matter what i do this man won't let me in, how many years have i attempted. He can be so cute but so damn annoying…cute?” he stands there confused while Meggy giggles. SMG4 shakes his head “I mean we can agree he is an attractive guy, but that's not the point i just want to help him and it hurts he won't let me in.” Meggy smiles patting his back “Do you have feelings for SMG3?” SMG4 breaks into a giggle  “Me have feelings for him? That's funny Meggy, I mean me and three are only friends!” she frowns hearing that news. SMG3 was right about it not being smart to tell SMG4 the truth about things, thinking more on it she turns and watches  a confused SMG4 walk to his room. His words don't match the actions she has seen, leaving the castle she sees Mario crawling on the floor still recovering from the hit. 

She blinks slowly putting her hands in her pocket, then thinks back on the strange way SMG4 was talking “MARIO YOU DIDN'T!” Mario stands up giving her a thumbs up “Mario is helping friends finally be gay!” Meggy starts shaking Mario “RED! Ugh I need to relax…we don't know that SMG4 has feelings for Three.” She gently lets the plumber go apologizing for being rough. Mario hums then snaps his finger, getting close to Meggy he explains to her the plan for the next day. It was morning, Meggy was knocking on the door feeling guilty about the lie she was going to tell him “SMG3, we found the cure!” After a few moments Three swings opened the door, his hair was messy and his usual outfit was sloppily put together. She assumed the man hurried to get ready, she gave him a soft smile before they both took off. 

Mario knocked on SMG4 room, the door opened and Four smiled at his best friend “Hey Mario, you don't normally knock on my door, is something wrong?” Mario takes his hand and starts dragging him out of the room “Meggy said she found something meaning your boyfriend is out of the cafe!” SMG4 eyes light up “He isnt my boyfriend but that's great we can have that talk now!”

As they start catching up to SMG3 he starts to feel strange, Mario calls out to the pair making Three turn his eyes going wide seeing Four coming at them. He was about to run back to the cafe only to notice Mario getting in his way, it clicked at that moment he was betrayed by the pair in order to get him to talk to Four. He glares at them as he accepts his fate, Four nods at the two to leave them alone, once they were alone he gives a soft smile “Hey SMG3, i'm sorry about this but the way you reacted yesterday worried me! I know we are rivals but we are also friends dude so talk to me.” 

Three looks away “Look nothing happened that i want to talk about!” He needed to be careful, one wrong word and the truth can escape his lips. SMG4 crosses his arms “If nothing happened then why did you basically kick me out of the cafe yesterday?”

“Cause if you knew i accidentally drank a truth potion you wouldn't leave my ass alone….shit.” Now he did it, slowly he turned to see the other man's reaction. SMG4 just walks up and gives him a reassuring pat “I see, well could be worse you could have drunk a potion made by Mario that tastes like bitter pasta!”

A moment of silence before Three turns to SMG4 “Taste like bitter pasta? When I drank the potion it tasted nothing like that…WAIT! Did you drink a potion made by Mario?!” SMG4 started to feel nervous as the truth was fighting to escape his mouth, he turned looking at the castle acting like he was thinking about something. Seeing that Four was avoiding his question he decides to grab the man by the overalls “YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU TRUST ANYTHING MARIO MAKES! DID YOU FORGET HOW HE ALMOST KILLED US ALL LAST THANKSGIVING!!”

SMG4 grabs Three’s hands trying to get him to let go “I WANTED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE GOING THROUGH! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO STUBBORN TO ASK FOR HELP!” Three looks into Fours eyes “So you drink a truth potion from our idiot avatar! We don't even know if it works the same as what I took!” his hands start to shake as he lets the man go then he smacks him “Your such an idiot i could just ki-” he covers his mouth to prevent the line from being finished. 

Lucky for him SMG4 didn't notice as he was annoyed by the smack “Look i know what i did was stupid but now you can’t act like nothing is happening!” Then they break into a slap fight, smacking each other in anger but also with fear as to not to hurt the other person. Mario smiles giving Meggy a thumbs up while she watches the two with concern “I'm going to stop this,” Mario tackles her down shaking his head “This is how they talk, trust Mario has seen this for years!”

After a while they both stop and pout at each other, SMG3 groans and starts walking away “I dont get why you would do something stupid…”

SMG4 embraces the truth coming out of his mouth with a bright and loving smile “Because I care about you deeply," then his smile drops "I will never abandon my friends!” SMG3 nods, reminding himself that is all they will ever be friends. Meggy’s eyes go wide hearing the man's words before turning to Mario who had a knowing smile on his face, she lets out a sad smile “The potion makes you tell the truth…but if you lie long enough to yourself then that lie can be true to you..” 

He couldn't see it and with Three turned around he didn't catch it but Meggy saw how SMG4 lit up saying how deeply he cared for the other man. The loving smile and heart in his eyes before they vanish just as fast the moment friends came out, now catching a glimpse of four hidden feelings she turns to Mario “Okay Red, what's the plan on getting these two together?” 

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #lizaluv #smg34 fanfiction #fluff #humor #truth potion #love confessions #secret crush #first kiss

[musubiki]

recently thinking about oscars old quirk where he is a professional conspiracy theorist (picked up from his uncle) and as a result ended up keeping several notebooks worth of weird ideas and evidence he finds. complete with nice handwriting and illustrations/diagrams/etc.

when mochi sees his notebooks (and after he finds out correctly guesses that shes a witch), shes like "Wow, your notebooks are so nice and organized!!!!!" and asks him to become the guild scribe. general purpose of the job is to help mochi fulfill her witch duty of writing spellbooks, since his handwriting/diagrams are so much nicer than her bubbly and incoherent spell rambles

(she makes good spells, but mochi (who doesnt pay attention in school, and so sucks at writing) is awful at describing them and writing instructions. even when she looks back at her old things she cant decipher what she was talking about. its like reading a recipe with vague instructions that makes you want to cry.)

#text #lore #bpp #i think a lot about how close of friends oscar and mochi are exactly #and this helps them get closer #because i consider oscar to be close to coco and lime but not as much to mochi and i need to remedy that #because she appearently trusts him enough to have him in her guild #anyway. this ends up with a lot of like. lime walks into the greenhouse and oscar is already there with mochi like (yo! whats up?) #and lime comes to the realization that theyre spending more 1-on-1 time together to write spellbooks #has a moment to oscar where hes like (so.......you and mochi hangin out a bit huh....) #and oscar goes (yeah. jealous?) #lime (comedically) punches him in the stomach #oscar is over the moon about it to be honest #gets access to ALLLLL the truth he wants #and mochi pays him in spell tags and potions for whatever he wants (or needs) #so throughout their adventures he pulls random ass spell tags out of his backpack and everyones like (why do you have that...) #the 2nd most efficent magic user and cant even use magic #oscar having a natural talent for writing spellbooks and mochis looks like the notebook of a highschooler that doesnt care #scattered words #a list with 3 bullet points very undescriptive #i think scribes in general is a very cool magic community job idea #imagine a magic community-specific editorial entity that specializes in writing spellbooks for witches #but are fucking expensive #witch goes to them with spell descriptions and they write up detailed and diagramed pages #new shop unlocked

[thatweirdnoise]

au where witch Poe is assigned the task of kidnapping the King's advisor and making him spill the secrets regarding the inner workings of the kingdom.

It was a very simple task, he didn't even need to kidnap Ranpo, just invite him to tea and slip a truth potion into his drink. Done. What Poe didn't expect, however, was that he would mix the potions and instead of a truth potion, he puts a love potion in Ranpo's tea.

A love potion, which, incidentally, Poe did not make. It was a funny gift from a fellow witch. Which means, he has no idea how to reverse the potion effects.

#ranpoe #for once y know #ranpo edogawa #edgar allen poe bsd #bsd ranpo #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #ranpo x poe #my peaks of creativity #ranpo knows his drink is spiked #but he expected a truth potion #not whatever this is #edgar allan poe bsd

[vyrid]

The way Tom Riddle Jr. was conceived never sat right with me. It has so many plot holes, things that don't add up, and it sounds pretty aggressive towards people who are born under the influence of rape.

In the 6th book, Dumbledore says that Merope used the love potion on Tom Riddle Sr. so that they would be together, and she got pregnant along the way. She stopped the usage of Amortentia when she found out she was with child in hopes that Tom Riddle Jr's birth would make Sr. love her. Instead of loving her, Sr was horrified and ran away from her, leaving her pregnant and broke. He was traumatized from being raped and therefore didn't want anything to have to do with his son.

I don't like Dumbledore's theory. I hate it, actually. Because it doesn't make any sense. We can see from the memories Harry and him go through that Merope was practically a squib and had only a drop of magic in her. She could barely wave around her wand, for God's sake! How the hell would a woman as weak as her make Amortentia not once but multiple times? You need to be decent at magic to even attempt to make the love potion. Her drugging Tom Riddle Sr. suggests that she was a powerful witch, but she clearly isn't, as shown in Gaunt House.

Even if she didn't make the potion herself, there is no way that she bought it either considering she was dirt poor and Amortentia, being the strongest love potion and all, was probably very expensive.

It would have made more sense for Tom Riddle Sr. to dump Merope when he found out she was a witch. Merope would have thought that since she was with a child, Sr. would have mercy and try to look at the situation with a cool head. But he left her, and probably never went looking for Tom Jr. because he would be "freaky" like Merope, too.

It would make a lot of sense for Tom to hate muggle's with such a passion, too, because his own father made his life hell because he hated him for having magic. It makes the whole situation seem like more muggles ruined my life, so I'll ruin theirs instead of I'm a hopeless bully simply hungry for power. It would make the impact of what Voldemort became so much stronger, instead of the usual pure-evil for no reason cliche.

And Tom Riddle killing Sr. would have hit so much different, knowing that Tom knew that Sr. hated him because he was a wizard, just like everyone else in his life (Mrs. Cole, the kids at the orphanage.) Tom wouldn't care for Merope enough to commit murder, no matter how much of a psychopath that he was. But somebody insulting him for who he was? Now that would have done it.

People say that her using the potion was necessary because of Voldemort not being able to love, but I have a lot of things to say about this and none of it is friendly. Claiming that since he was a product of loveless intercourse, he in turn didn't have what it was needed to love another is blasphemy. Children born from rape can't love? What? Yes, it is true that kids born of rape are more likely to be anxious and have anxiety and be more detached than other kids, but they are humans, too. They can and have the right to love, too.

If she wanted to make Voldemort loveless so badly, she could have given him a personality disorder or simply made him aromantic. Depersonalization disorder, borderline personality disorder, or emotional detachment all make it really hard to form healthy relationships with other people. Sarah, an actress with depersonalization disorder, said on BBC news that, "I was unable to love." Something along those lines could have been easily fitted into the story instead of attacking kids born from rape.

If that didn't fit into anything J.K.R could do, she could have just used the excuse of him being a psychopath and not caring for love, or having the time to think about it, because he believed himself superior to anyone else, even in the love department.

She could have done so much with Tom Riddle, instead of making him exactly like all the other baseless villains, and she wasted the opportunity. Anyway, she says that Dumbledore thought that was a theory anyway, so I'm going to continue believing what I said above as canon because nowhere in the book actually confirmed that Dumbledore was right and I don't trust Rowling outside of the series.

Very disappointed, Joanne. 👎

#pro tom riddle #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #voldemort #tomarry #tomarrymort #truth: i love this theory so much because tomarry would make so much sense with it #lol #Amortentia #love potion #voldemorts life

[willowcrowned]

the irony of naomi novik’s books having very little fic on ao3 does not escape me. it does however annoy me a great deal

#rereading uprooted and WHERE is the Kasia gets taken instead fic. WHERE #god okay because look. i think her thing about age gaps is hilarious. i think agnieszka and sarkan is compelling #but agnieszka and kasia is soooooo much more interesting to me. loving someone you hate (but you love more) #and being envious of someone whose life you fear (but you want more) #how do you see the truth of yourself reflected in someone else’s eyes and bear the fact that you are petty and cruel in a thousand ways #how do you go about loving them with wild abandon afterwards. how do you let yourself be loved by them #and I think like. changing the story a little is a way to go about that #and the first part of it is so obvious—kasia gets taken. she is brave and tragic and kind and then marek rapes her and suddenly she’s angry #i think *that’s* a Kasia who would start taking advantage of the library and the laboratory #and I think when Agnieszka came when sarkan was off handling the chimera (because it would be her. it would always be her) #Kasia would grab some potions and come to dvernik to save everyone. and with agnieszka it would work #and THEN you get sarkan getting injured and agnieszka using his spell to get them *all* back to the tower and that’s where the fun begins #but like. god. why hasn’t someone else written it #uprooted