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[winterpower98]

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[shootsun]

Shadowpeach hit with a love potion

okay so my personal hc is that... nothing would happen, but i know that's not what you were really asking for so I'm gonna write that one and post it later

tw: alcohol, intoxicated adults, dubious consent (because of intoxication/love potion), suggestive

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Clutching a peach flavoured cooler to his chest, Wukong manages to stumble to the wall without keeling over. A small feat in and of itself, and one he rightly calls a victory in his head. 

Once he’s slumped against the gilded gold wall, he glares out at the celestial host whirling around the hall, making small talk, trading barbs and picking at old wounds, all with sly smiles and sweet-sounding words, coated in poison and politics. 

In other words, the centennial heavenly party; one he’d been banned from for the past thousand years or so, give or take three centuries. For good reason too, he was sure. But unfortunately, he can’t really remember it because the last big party he hadn’t been invited to keeps popping into his mind at inopportune times, damn near giving him a panic attack every two seconds.

Erlang laughs from somewhere deep in the midst of the swarm of celestials, and Wukong scowls as he shudders. That three-eyed asshole had brought his dog to the party, and the mutt had almost chased him up a pillar before Erlang had whistled for it to heel.

He hates parties, he hates Heaven, he regrets even stepping foot back in the Jade Emperor’s palace. Wukong takes another swig of his cooler and almost laughs when he recognizes the tang of immortality on his tongue. 

Leave it to the gods to come up with a way to imbue immortality into shitty booze for a party. Paranoid death fearing bastards, the lot of them. Although, he’s not any better. 

Wukong shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts before he’s led down yet another path filled with bad memories and sour moments. He downs the rest of his cooler and looks at the bottle with mild distaste. 

“Ya ’know, I never took you for a wall flower,” A voice interrupts his solitude, and Wukong turns to see an unfamiliar god lounging a few feet beside him.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He tries not to slur, and the god laughs. 

“We’ve not met before, no.” The god admits. “I’m just some small fry deity, but you can call me Tianbao.” 

“Pleasure. ‘M Sun Wu-” He starts, but the god just laughs again. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but your reputation greatly proceeds you. I’d be surprised if anyone here didn’t know who you are.” Tianbao tilts his head with a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“Right.” Wukong mutters.

“I just wanted to say hello, and to, well…give you this.” Tianbao holds out a champagne flute, and inside dances a shimmering gold wine, one that looks like liquid sunlight. 

Wukong gingerly takes the glass by the stem, and hopes it doesn’t shatter between his clumsy fingers as he scrutinizes the sparkling wine. 

“Why?” He looks back up to Tianbao, and the god blinks in surprise. 

“You looked like you needed it.” Was all the god said before he turned, giving a wave as he slipped back into the throng of deities. 

‘That…certainly was interesting.’ he thinks to himself as he rubs the thin glass between his fingers absentmindedly. 

With a shrug, he puts the cool glass to his lips and tips his head back, swallowing the contents of the flute in one fluid motion. 

Instantly, it feels like butterflies have entered his bloodstream, and he lets out a giggle before he slaps a hand over his mouth. 

Wukong eyes the empty glass once more before placing it on one of the nearby tables with a muted tink.      

He spins back to his hiding spot, almost hopping with how light he feels, and places his hands on the gold foil to stop himself from face planting into the wall.  

The drunk monkey giggles again. As he sets back to once more recline against the wall, the shadows closest to him seem to pool and thrum with violet magic. 

Wukong furrows his brows as he stares, perplexed at the shadow portal inching wider beside him, until a dark furred hand slinks out and swipes one of the puff pastries off the buffet table next to him. 

He snorts quietly. Of course, Macaque would have the balls to steal from Heaven’s table. He decides to watch a moment more, a small plan quietly forming in his head. 

A few more pastries quickly follow the first, and then a tiny plate loaded with pork buns disappears into the shadows. It’s only when a flute of wine, identical to the one he’d downed not minutes before, slinks into the shadow portal that he decides to intervene. 

Quickly, he loads up a plate with all the things he’s seen Macaque sequester away, and flitches two more glasses of wine before he waits patiently as the still swirling portal. 

Macaque’s hand once more emerges, and deposits the now empty champagne flute on the buffet table before Wukong grips the demon’s wrist and lets himself be yanked forward. 

He closes his eyes as he’s engulfed in shadows, and lands solidly on his back in a pile of hay.

When he opens his eyes, a small nicker greets him, and Wukong realizes exactly where he is as he stares up at the wooden ceiling of the heavenly stables. 

He almost laughs; this is exactly where he was for most of the celestial parties, what were the odds he’d end up here again? 

The plate of goodies lay undisturbed on his chest, and the wine had mostly remained in its glasses, but a small amount coats his fingers, so Wukong switches hands and licks the wayward alcohol off his fur. 

“What are you doing?” Macaque’s voice breaks through his mindless haze, and Wukong inhales sharply, remembering he’d had some semblance of a plan before he got distracted.    

“Party was getting boring.” He shrugs, sitting up slowly, carefully moving the plate to the side. “Figured I’d spend it with someone who was actually good company.” 

Macaque blinks at him with wide eyes, and Wukong notices with a twinge of fondness that he’d gotten cream from one of the puff pastries smeared on the side of his mouth. 

He leans forward slowly, and Macaque freezes as he raises his hand until he cups the demon’s face, and gently thumbs away the bit of wayward dessert before bringing it back to his own mouth and tasting the vanilla-y flavour. 

“You’re such a messy eater.” Wukong shakes his head, and Macaque sputters, his face turning a blistering shade of red. 

“Shut up! I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone to watch me eat,” Macaque scowls, his hand coming up to wipe at the already cleaned spot at the corner of his mouth. 

“Whatever lets you sleep at night,” The god shakes his head with a smile and holds one of his stolen glasses out for the demon before him. 

Macaque carefully takes the wine, and before Wukong can say anything, snatches one of the puff pastries off the plate by Wukong’s side.

“Hungry?” The god raises an eyebrow and Macaque glares at him, his cheek cutely loaded with dessert.

“You try living off mortal food for a few centuries.” Macaque retorts.  

“The shit they put into their bodies, ugh.” The demon shudders as Wukong laughs. 

“Can’t say I would try that particular diet.” He admits. “I think I’d much prefer just…transformed hair.”

“Like you don’t do that already.” Macaque huffs. “Last I heard, the only real thing you ate was some form of peach.” 

“Oh, that sweet kid and his big mouth,” Wukong grimaces.

 “He’s definitely your kid.” Macaque agrees.

They fall quiet for a moment, the only noise coming from the celestial horses in the stalls around them.  

“Thanks for the, uh, wine.” Macaque lifts his glass, already half empty. “And the food too, I guess.”

“Thanks for pulling me out of the party.” Wukong hums. His own glass isn’t faring much better than Macaque’s, and with every sip of the golden wine, his heart feels lighter.

He can’t help staring at Macaque, how he’s splayed out in the hay, his clothes rumpled and his tunic half undone, leaving some of his chest peeking out.

“Like what you see?” Macaque teases, canting his legs in a more enticing angle. 

Wukong swallows thickly before whispering, “Yeah, I really do.” 

“You gonna do anything about it or just sit there and stare?” The demon raises his chin and smirks at the god. 

His wine glass rolls forgotten in the hay as he moves, throwing one leg over Macaque’s lap and pulling the dark furred monkey close by the front of his robes. 

The god growls as he bites at Macaque’s lips, and the demon threads a hand through his hair before tugging at the strands. 

Greedy hands and sharp claws rend delicately embroidered fabric to shreds, leaving both parties half clothed and panting by the time they break for air. 

Macaque grins through red swollen lips, his eyes half lidded and filled with desire as he moves forward to capture Wukong’s mouth again. 

Wukong lets Macaque push him down into the hay, and closes his eyes with a low moan as Macaque slowly kisses his way down the god’s neck. 

“Mac-Macaque,” He mutters and pulls on dark fur.

“Please don’t tell me to stop,” A chin is propped up on his chest, and he can feel Macaque’s breath ghost across his fur. 

“No,” Wukong breathes, “Don’t stop, I was just… I just wanted to say your name.”

There’s a gleam in Macaque’s eyes that he recognizes as a possessive need, and the demon purrs out, “Say my name again.” 

“Macaque,” the god whispers, and the demon grins, wicked and sanguine before lavishing a series of bites to his chest. 

“Macaque,” Wukong sighs out, his eyes fluttering shut. 

There’s a smirk planted on his collarbone, and then a sharp burst of pain as teeth break skin.

“Macaque!” He yelps, and the demon in question chuckles around his mouthful of flesh. 

“We’re just getting started, don’t you worry,” Macaque laughs. 

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As the first rays of sunlight breach the stables, Wukong groans and throws an arm over his eyes. His body aches and he wants for nothing more than to go back to sleep.

There’s a rustling by his side, and he ignores it for all of two seconds, until faint memories of the night (and some of the earlier morning) come rushing back. 

Wukong bolts up and immediately winces, clutching his head as his hangover makes itself known.

“Stop it. Sleeep.” Macaque groans from beside him, and Wukong ventures a glance down only to tilt his head back up at a breakneck speed, his cheeks flushing furiously. 

The dark furred monkey is sprawled in the hay next to him, their legs half entangled, and both of them very very naked. 

An arm snakes its way around his waist, and he’s pulled back down onto the hay with a startled noise.

“Just…just for a few more minutes.” Macaque mutters, and Wukong sighs as he closes his eyes. 

“A few more minutes. And, and then…we have to get up.” The god yawns.

“Mhmm.” The demon tiredly hums. 

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“Tu’er Shen!” A voice thunders in the Jade Palace, and Tianbao looks over his shoulder.

“Yes?” The god answers sweetly.

“How many glasses of wine did you spike last night?” A court official scolds, clutching a rather rumpled looking scroll.

“Oh, I didn’t spike the wine. That’d be morally reprehensible. I just added a little…emotional truthfulness, ya ’know?” Tianbao laughs, and the official scoffs haughtily. 

“Not many are going to see it that way. You’d better lay low for a decade or two.” The official glares at him before stomping off. 

The god shrugs and continues down the hall. He can’t help his grin as he passes the stables on his way out of Heaven. At least he helped some of his oldest worshipers get lucky last night. 

#lmk #lmk monkey king #lmk six eared macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk liu er mihou #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #shadowpeach #my writing #answering ask #lmk mac #tw suggestive #tw alchohol mention #tw alcohol #tw dubious consent #tw love potion #so tianbao/tu'er shen is the god of homosexuality #and what he did was sort of a love potion but more of a truth potion #hcing that macaque and wukong have been sending prayers to this poor guy for centuries about their messy relationship and he went #i have so many solutions if you fucks would just listen to me #love potion anon

[dootznbootz]

You can horny post and thirst for Circe and Calypso without making fun of Odysseus, a victim of both, btw. 👍

#You realize you're calling a victim a little bitch right? Do you hear yourself? #You call a man who spent every day crying about wanting to go home and who had his friends held at pig-point names? #A WHORE?! #You could literally just be like “I would love to make potions with my wife Circe” or “Beach life with my wife Calypso” but no. #You had to call the survivor names as well #I love Circe. she's morally gray af and super fun to write but I can think she's cool while knowing she terrified Odysseus. #save me morally gray circe #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #Mad rants #odysseus #circe #calypso #odyssey #the odyssey #tagamemnon #greek mythology #epic the musical #It makes me want to eat a cactus. It's not cute to do this. #Thirst all you want. I don't care. But you don't have to mock a victim of them to do so. #tw sa mention

[mksbigg3stfan]

seeing characters be stripped of their personality so they can be shipped with another character in the "dynamic" or whatever the person who's using them wants makes me so angry like you guys have no idea like why ?? Just find a different character that fits that criteria actually ?? At this point it's not the same character anymore ??? Do you even actually like that character if they have to be shaped the way you want them to ??

And same with the friend/canon partner or love interest of the character being villainized for no reason because they need a bad guy for the "alpha strong" person of the relationship to protect the other from like omg guys

Characters being villainized just because they're "ugly" or a girl even when theyre only a foil to the ACTUAL VILLIAN that killed thousands of people and regrets like nothing

Ignoring female characters that are complex and interesting for a random male side character

How people treat female characters

Sorry for ranting ((ﾟ□ﾟ;))

#cough cough people saying axel caused the witherstorm for grabbing the potion #romeo defenders #people who dont like petra or cassie rose but like romeo #mcsm fandom im looking at you. #mcsm #minecraft story mode #minecraftstorymode #axel mcsm #mcsm romeo #petra mcsm #i love petra 😻😻😻 #mcsm xara #TW: ro*eo (JUST JOKING GUYS)

[serxinns]

Love potion!: Denkis deal

Disclaimer this is an alternative path for a Love potion

Context: You wanted hide away from your love-crazy classmates for a while so you went up the top of the roof it was all quiet until you heard a giggle

M/c: Magic color

This fic was made by my good old buddy @lady-ashfade here's the og here

You ran inside and shut the door behind you quickly taking a breath you sighed in relief, "Finally peace" Your classmates were driving you crazy today. The Bakusquad wanted to watch a scary movie with you but the deku and his gang wouldn't let them saying excuses like "You'll get nightmares while watching it!" they were arguing for a while until it became a huge fight everyone was tugging you all over the place when u finally managed to sneak off using a decoy spell to escape and now you're here

You walked to the rail looking at the view the sun was about to set turning it into a beautiful pink and yellow creation the wind blows through your hair you were beginning to feel calm so you closed your eyes to experience the moment you began to hum a song to ease your nerves a bit everything was peaceful until you heard a giggle

you quickly turned around to see Denki all sly-looking his hands were behind his back making it seem he was hiding something you cursed under your breath confused about how he found you buy kept your cool "What Is it denki" you said with a tone of tried and annoyance "Are you here to take me back to bakugo and them and claim victory" "Now now darling why would I do that if I wanna help you" Denki said still smirking with his hands raised to show that he was on your side

you were getting confused "With what exactly?" "Why The antidote of course" That made you whip your head around Denki giggled at that "That got you're full attention-" he was then cut off feeling something wrapped around his neck tight it was you pulling his tie tight to make him go on your level "what do you know about the antidote," you said with a glare that could kill "Easy easy!" he said raising his hands up "ill explain it to you if you just let go and lock the roof door you don't want the others to barge in "

you were you were feeling uneasy when he said that as much as you wanted to decline the offer and tell him to fuck off you couldn't he knew what the antidote is he knew how to cure you're classmates he knew how to stop this madness you walked slowly over to the door still starting at Denki making sure he wouldn't do anything and locked the door and walked back "now tell me" you said and Denki continue to explain "I wanted you for myself y/n I really did that's why I was the one who was cause this" ok now you're pissed"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MESSED WITH MY POTIONS?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO IN THERE" denki did a sheepish smile and scratch the back of his head "I know I know and I felt awfully bad because you were just dragged around by those pests"

Denki said with a mixed of venom and rage in his throat but continued "and borrowed your spell book for a while and made this" From behind his hand was a glowing light blue potion swirling around in his hand while he played with it you were shocked but relieved at the same time you were glad but something was off about it "W-wow Denki that's great now we can turn u and the other ba-" as you said while trying to reach the bottle reaching for the potion but Denki snatched it away from you with a playful yet sly smirk and his grin grew even wider "oh I would but in one occasion..you gonna have to be mine!" your stomach dropped when you heard those words "Wdym by that..." Denki giggled a bit "That means you're gonna be with me silly you're gonna be mine forever and ever and ever!" Denki kept rambling on about his fantasy your anger began to rise even more until you were able to speak up

"Is this some sort of joke..." Denki stopped what he was doing and turned around confused at ur sudden sentence "What-" "You think that making an antidote will make me want to be with you "Denki was taken aback at your sudden tone but glared back "You should be thankful that I made the-" you cut him don't not even giving a shit for his reason "WHY SHOULD I BE THANKFUL FOR SOMETHING YOU CAUSED!?" you screamed out your m/c coming out of your hands not mattering if someone of even ur one infected classmate can hear you "IF IT WASNT FOR YOU NONE OF THIS WOULDVE HAPPENED" Denki stood there in silence head hanging low with a frown he said in a low dark tone "if you won't accept my love then there's no needing this" he dropped the bottle causing it to crash you tried getting it but it was too late

"DENKI NO-" you lunged out trying to get the bottle but it was too late the the liquid spilling across the floor mixing with broken glass pieces in anger you lunged at denki using your vine spell to bound him he let out a pain grunt he let out a electric shock causing you and the plant getting electrocuted as well your body ached and burned all over causing you to stumble around but it wasn't enough to keep you down you ran up to him he tried to shoot electric bolts on your hands that you barely dodge the last one you dodge the bolt by jumping and in mid air you roundhouse kicked him him the face

Denki stumbles back a bit stunned clutching his nose while trying to focus But felt a kick in his abdomen he let a choked "ack!" and fell to the ground you grabbed your wand and aimed it at Denki and without thinking you sprouted out the spell you could think of a m/c like a beam shoots out hitting Denki all you could see was white after a few second you opened your eyes checking to see if anything was damaged but all you saw was denki lying on the floor unconscious

Your eyes widen when you realize what you have just done "oh god...DENKI!?" despise being mad at him your intention wasn't to try to kill him You shook him a few times and his eyes slowly began to open "Y-yn?" he managed to stuttered out "why are we on this Roof and-" he saw you have burns all over your hands and legs "oh god what happened did I overused my quirk did we fight a villain and i accidentally hit you?!" you were you were confused for a moment for a moment questioning why he was acting like nothing was wrong when it you remember your own spell that you hit on denki

It was the memory-erase spell...

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #love potion

[mxnordberg]

rewatching The Seven and trying to relearn how to draw; it’s been way too long since i’ve done either

[Image ID: a pen and ink illustration of Zelda Donovan. She’s a satyr with huge horns curled around her long, floppy ears. The bridge of her nose is split open, so is her lip and the curve of her cheek, and her visible eye is bruised and swollen. Her nose is bleeding slightly as she looks off to the left with a somber expression. End ID]

#art tag #dimension 20 #dimension 20 fanart #fantasy high #zelda donovan #the seven #seven maidens #d20 #pen and ink #image described #artists on tumblr #injury tw #the creative block has been utterly out of hand lately but still we weather on #and i love zelda so much i couldn’t help myself ❤️ #was thinking about brennan in ep 3 saying zelda doesn’t have Any ranged attacks #and immediately thought about how having to stay in close range to fight surely leads to a lot of piled up injuries #nd then figured well. the existence of healing potions will not stop me from drawing That lol

[bluejayboi]

Aishite Aishite Aishite- Soft yandere Vil

This story is based off of the song “Aishite Aishite Aishite” (no specific version of the song, just a compilation of them). I used a variety of quotes (some direct, others altered to fit dialogue) from the songs throughout the story so it should be a fun ‘search and find’ for anyone who’s familiar with any iteration of the song. I understand that the song is intended to be about Golden Child Syndrome but I, like many others, enjoy the yandere vibes that can be interpreted from it. This is a soft yandere Vil story so apologies if he’s not perfectly in character. I hope you all enjoy the story and happy Valentines Day •ᴗ• ♡

TW: Yandere themes, drugging (love potion and poison), violence and blood (not overly explicit), choking (to knock out, not kill), and kidnapping

Male covers of Aishite Aishite Aishite that you can listen to while reading (FYI I based the vibes, quotes, etc. off of the Will Stetson covers):

Will Stetson cover

Will Stetson rock cover

KumaKumataro cover

Chogakusei cover

The sound of a door slamming shut echoes through the hall, being punctuated with an exasperated sigh. Vil lets himself lean against the door he just closed as he mutters to himself; “What a wretched day. Of all the times that Headmage Crowley could have picked to invite prospective students and other guests to visit, why did he have to choose today?”

Valentine’s Day always tended to be a taxing experience for the young actor. It was no wonder he would garner this much attention from his hordes of admirers on this day in particular. True, he thrived off of the attention and compliments being served to him on a silver platter, but he could only turn down these plain potatoes so many times until it got exhausting. It was easier in previous years. Most of the NRC students had already learned to admire Vil like a priceless work of art; something that was unreachable and beautiful, that could be cherished but which the unworthy knew not to touch for fear of the consequences. But that foolish headmage had to invite swarms of newcomers into the halls of this college. Newcomers that hadn’t the time to learn the rules. They fawned over and swarmed him, vying desperately for his attention as they shouted their confessions and thrust flowers and chocolates and other gifts towards him. He had no interest in such desperate advances from the bland masses. It took everything in him to not sneer at them and tell them off for nearly sullying his uniform. He couldn’t even enjoy his lunch in peace without hiding out in some empty classroom like that loner Idia. Of course, the cafeteria and Mostro Lounge were out of the question– seeing as they were bound to be packed with guests– so he was reduced to camping out away from everyone just so he could eat in peace. He couldn’t even return to his dorm without risking being spotted and followed. So he resolved to stay in this empty classroom to eat and regain the strength needed to make it through the rest of this hellish day. Until the newcomers were finally forced to leave the campus.

Reaching into his bag, Vil pulls out the bento box that he had packed in preparation for the day’s chaos. Along with it, he pulled out a shining red apple. Strange. He didn’t remember packing that. It must have been a gift from Epel then. That boy did love his apples. Perhaps this was his way of wishing Vil good luck on this trying holiday. What a sweet boy. He’ll have to thank him when he gets back to the dorm.

Just as Vil started in on his meal, the door creaked open and a girl peeked in. He fixed her with a cold stare before continuing to eat his meal. He saw the way she looked at him, with obsession written in her eyes. She would obviously just follow him if he tried to leave so he might as well regain his energy before giving her the slip like the others. She tried to strike up a conversation but Vil didn’t even spare her a second glance. If he had been looking at her, he would have seen the desperate expression flash across her face before being replaced with an eager look as her eyes landed on the apple next to him. He places the empty bento box back in his bag as he feels someone plunk themselves in the seat next to him. Feeling a little bored, he decided to play along a bit. A little entertainment before he leaves her behind. 

Reaching for the apple, he asks the girl “Just what do you think you're doing?” in a cold voice.

She just stares at him for a few seconds, before a lovesick expression washes over her face: “I’m trying to get close to you, Vil! What else would I be doing? Why would I waste all that time following you just to watch from the sidelines?”

Vil simply sighs in response. This isn’t his first run in with overzealous fans. It stopped being worrisome a long time ago and had just become a hindrance.

“Well you’ve been allowed to bask in my presence for long enough. I will be taking my leave soon and you will not follow me. Understood?” He finishes his sentence with a sickly sweet, fake grin. The girl seems unfazed by his comment and simply watches with bated breath as he brings the apple up to his lips.

The red surface crunches beneath his teeth as the overly sweet taste floods across his tongue. This apple tasted … off. There were hints of certain flowery and fruity tastes, rose petals and strawberries being the most distinguished of them, mingling with the red apples natural flavor. An overpoweringly sweet artificial aftertaste coated his taste buds like tar. It was too sweet. Sickeningly sweet. He could feel his stomach roil after he made the mistake of swallowing it. A strange feeling started washing over him. It felt like a steady haze was covering him, a fog overtaking his brain and making it harder for him to think clearly. He could feel a tingling in his mind, reaching to hold his head in his hands as he shut his eyes. It didn’t exactly hurt but he could feel it overpowering him. He should be worried, this clearly wasn’t a normal response. The apple was probably drugged, a love potion seeming like the most plausible answer. But despite this distressing situation that he found himself in, he could feel a sense of acceptance washing over him, replacing the dread that had previously pooled in him.

“It’s okay Vil, just open your eyes. Just look at me, okay?” the girl cooed, a disturbingly wide smile spreading across her face. “I promise everything will be all better~ Just as soon as you look at me.”

Even in his potion-addled mind, Vil had enough sense to know that this was a bad situation he found himself in. He kept his eyes firmly closed, holding his hands over them even as she tried to wrench his wrists away.

The door to the room softly opened, an NRC student making their way into the room whilst carrying a large stack of papers in their arms. The papers completely blocked their view to the rest of the room, so they blindly maneuvered past desks to the teachers desk where they plopped the papers down with an unceremonious ‘thump’. Both Vil and the girl whipped their heads around at this noise. Vil opened his eyes to see the source of the sound, his muddled state making him temporarily forget what would happen to him upon laying eyes on someone. His hands had been pulled far enough off his eyes that he saw them for a split second. This was all it took.

The girl stared at the student with a deer-in-headlights look, frantic about being caught in the act; “Wha-What are you doing here?!”

The student jolts at this and whips around to look at the speaker, finding this unfamiliar girl manhandling one of their classmates.

“I was just delivering papers for Professor Crewel.” After overcoming their initial surprise, they were able to take in the scene more carefully. “Just what do you think you’re doing? You’re clearly making him uncomfortable, so back off.”

“No, he’s not uncomfortable!!" She stomps childishly, as if to enunciate her point. "He was just about to accept my confession before you interrupted us! Tell them Vil!” The girl turns to Vil with an eager expression before her eyes land on his face and her expression falls.

His hands had completely fallen from his eyes, allowing him to look at the student before him clearly. His purple irises seemed to shimmer with untold emotions, a soft pink ring encircling his pupils and giving him a barely noticeable case of centralized heterochromia. His mouth was slightly agape with his hand gently hovering in front of it. He looked stunned, as if he had just seen an ethereal being flutter down from the sky and land before him in this dreary classroom. He felt himself being overcome with emotions; warmth, devotion, adoration, and desire started brimming within him. He felt the blissful joy that spurs from a crush. This can’t be a crush! That sounds too informal, too juvenile. Calling this a mere ‘crush’ would be an insult to the depth of feelings he holds for them. This had to be love! There’s no other possibility! They’re perfect! So perfect! How could he have ever overlooked them! They had been by his side all this time. He had just been too blind to see.

“ … [Name] … ” A soft whisper escaped Vil as his lips twitched into the ghost of a smile.

“Are you sick or something? You’re all flushed! Come on, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” They grab Vil’s arm to help him out of his seat, quickly snatching his bag as well. They rush him out of there before the girl even has enough time to process the situation at hand. They kept turning back as they led Vil down the hallway, afraid that the girl would follow the two of them. 

Once making it a safe distance away, they released his arm that they were holding onto in order to steady and guide him through the halls. Vil noticed that the spot they had been touching felt unnaturally cold in their absence, causing him to tense up and look at them in confusion. The expression on their face had switched from the overly concerned facade that they had put on in front of the girl to a stoic, nearly frigid look.

“Looks like she fell for the ruse. I’m guessing that’s one of those ‘crazy fans’ that you keep complaining about. Steer clear from that one, alright? I won’t be there to save you next time. Dunno if you actually need to go to the nurse or not but I’m sure you can get there yourself. Here’s your bag.” They state, moving to hand him his pack. His eyes hover over them for a few seconds before he reaches out to grab the strap that they held out to him. His fingers gently press against their hand as he lingers against their touch. They break the contact quickly, swiping their hand away as if they’d been burned, and start walking away. “Good luck with the fans.”

“[Name], wait!” Vil panics as he sees them moving away from him.

They seem to deflate a bit as they turn back to him, muttering an annoyed “What?” in response.

“[Name]. I…well, frankly I don’t know how to put this. I-” For once, Vil felt utterly tongue tied. His mind had gone blank, the overwhelming emotions stifling any attempt to plan his next words. All his charisma and charm slipping from his mind, like water from a sieve, in the face of this blinding admiration.

“You don’t have to thank me or–”

“– I feel as if I’ve been pierced with Cupid’s arrow!” Vil blurts out, cutting [Name]’s sentence off short. The apathetic stare drops from their face and they look utterly shocked. “I have no other way to describe it! I feel as if a blindfold has been lifted from my eyes, allowing me to see the divine being that has been right in front of me all along! I was a fool to not realize this before; you are perfection incarnate! Your visage has brought light and vibrance to my once dull world. Simply being in your presence leaves me feeling light and giddy. [Name], I believe I have fallen in love with you!” Vil flashes an eager smile. Not his usual pristine grin that seemed merely a pose for a camera, but a smile that seemed genuinely kind and heartfelt.

[Name] was frozen in place for a few long seconds. It felt like time was dragging on at a painfully slow pace. They could feel a pang of hurt in their heart. But they pushed it aside for the moment. Swallowing thickly and taking a shaky breath, they look Vil directly in his eyes; “Did… did that girl hit you in the head or something? Wha-… are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

The smile on Vil’s face falls, being replaced with a look of worry. “No, I’m fine…really! I- I’ve never felt better! Just being with you has made everything better!” He tries to smile at them again but stops when he sees their expression. Their face had contorted into a look of scarcely contained, deadly calm rage. Their eyes fixed him with a sharp glare as they seethed through their gritted teeth.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Is this your idea of a joke? If it is, then you really are cruel. You think you have any right to be saying this after last year?” Letting out an exasperated huff, they continue, “To think; I try to help you, and this is the thanks I get?! You think it’s fun teasing me, huh? Can’t stand the fact that I’ve gotten over your little stunt? That I’m not falling over myself to kiss the very ground you walk upon. That I’m not worshiping you like you're perfect or something? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?! You know what; fuck you Vil. Just leave me alone.”

Vil looked as if he had just been punched in the gut. It felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest, thrown to the floor, and crushed beneath their shoe. He dashed after their retreating form, frantically spewing words that he desperately hoped would make the situation better.

“I-I’m so sorry for what happened then! I was blind– A fool!! How could I ever treat such a sublime being like that?! I promise I’ll fix it! I’ll make it up to you! I’ll do anything! Wait! Maybe you’re upset because I didn’t have anything prepared for you during my confession! I’ll fix this! You deserve everything! I’ll give it all to you!! Flowers and sweets! Perhaps you want cosmetics and jewelry? Or clothes? Or maybe a poem?! Even a simple card or note would have been enough to show that these feelings are more premeditated than a passing fancy! To prove that what I feel for you is genuine and not merely an impulse. How could I be so foolish to try to confess without a suitable gift to fit a person of your caliber?! [Name], wait, please!!”

Vil continues to bound after them, desperately trying to convince them to respond to him. To slow down and stop slamming doors in his face. To stop stomping their way back to their dorm. Hell, even them looking at him would be enough. Even if it was out of hatred, he needed their eyes to be on him. To feel acknowledged by them. To know that he still held a place in their world. Even if that role was one of the despised, he’d be happy to know that they cared enough to feel something for him. He could work with ‘Something’. He’d show them. As long as their eyes were on him, he could prove that he’s worthy of their love. That he can make up for the past. That he’s not the same heartless fool that had the gall to turn them down so mercilessly a mere year ago.

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The girl stood alone in the room. Picking up the apple that had fallen from Vil’s hands when the potion she made for him started kicking in, she stared at it and traced her thumb over the spot he had bitten. The flesh of the fruit was discolored, tinged a soft shade of pink instead of its usual off-white. She was seething. He had been taken from her. He was supposed to be hers! But they got in the way. She would fix this. She swore that she would. They wouldn’t get in her way again.

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They stepped out of their dorm and felt an uneven texture beneath their foot, along with hearing the sound of crinkling plastic. They didn’t even have to look down to know what it was at this point; another damn bouquet. They hadn’t even gotten any breakfast yet and they were already done with the day. Letting out an irritated huff, they scooped up the newest gifts and added them to the ever-growing pile that was now looming over them. 

It has only been a few weeks since the incident on Valentines and ever since Vil has been religiously sending them gifts. Every day, the gifts would be waiting for them outside their dorm. It didn’t matter if they had just gotten up or just got back from classes, the gifts would be there waiting for them. Every. Single. Day.

Some of the gifts were the common symbols of love that one would expect. Sweet treats like chocolate covered strawberries and heart-shaped confections, exquisite flower arrangements, and absolutely adorable plushie versions of their favorite creatures. Others could have been considered heartfelt- if not for the circumstances. Care baskets brimming with necessities and luxuries alike, beautiful bento boxes containing scrumptious healthy dishes, cosmetic goods meant to improve the users health as well as polish their appearance, and the highest quality supplies for their hobbies. Then there were the really extravagant gifts. The ones that would easily cost more than their whole dorm building and everything in it. Enough glittering jewelry to allow one to shimmer brighter than the stars in the night sky, name brand clothing that–alarmingly–were perfectly tailored to their size (they recoiled in disgust at how he could have gotten this information), trinkets and baubles made from precious metals and fine gems that served no purpose other than being aesthetically pleasing, and any other expensive item that they had even considered wanting.

And then there were the notes. So. Many. Notes. There were letters and poems. Sonnets and soliloquies. The font was always ornate and showy, likely having been penned out with a quill and ink, and some cards even appeared to have a spritz of his perfume in them, allowing the scent to waft out upon being opened. Each of which was flowery in language and insistent in the earnestness of his feelings. Some commented on how they had to take better care of themselves; how their sleep schedule was all over the place, that they were working themselves too hard, that they weren’t getting the proper nutrition, and so on. He rambled about how he could take much better care of them; that he could pamper them and handle everything so they could simply let their beauty shine without the stress of daily life getting in the way. He commented on how a person of their caliber deserved to be living in a mansion and not in some squalid dorm. He went on and on about all the things that he claimed they deserved, that he could provide them with should they simply allow themself to be his. As much as they wanted to toss the notes out, burn them with fire so they can’t be burned into their memory, they kept each and every one of them. There was no sentimentality to it. They would serve as evidence if they ever needed to get the teachers or law enforcement to intervene in the future, should it ever come to that.

The gifts, on the other hand, were a different story. They tried giving them back to Vil, telling him to return them and get his money back. He acted shocked at first, like he couldn’t understand that someone wouldn’t want the marvelous gifts that he had given them. But then he became insistent that they keep the gifts. He seemed to be laboring under the delusion that they didn’t want the gifts because they felt “unworthy” of them or that they were simply “unaccustomed” to being treated in the way that they deserved, to which he did everything in his power to reassure them that they are worth every penny spent and more. What he didn’t understand is that the sole reason they didn’t want his gifts is because it was him that gave it to them. No matter how much they insisted, he refused to take the items back. They ended up pilling it all up in their room, refusing to give him the satisfaction of using or partaking in anything he had given them. They’d sooner give it away, then use it themselves.

Worst of all was the source of all this himself. Every time they ran into Vil in person, he would try to dote on them. He was like a peacock, constantly preening and showing off in a desperate attempt to catch their attention. He always seemed to have some hairbrained scheme, ranging from messages written in rose petals to invitations for extravagant events, all with the end goal of getting them to love him back. He would present them with desperate acts of love, spewing his pathetic rambles of “Lovely results, don’t you agree? Lovely just like me! Aren’t I the fairest of all? Hey, hey– I’m perfect, aren’t I? Please, I’ve done so much for you. If you say no, I’ll cry!” and “I’m doing so well, have you heard? You see–You see! I'm perfect for you!”. They had taken to flat out ignoring him, hoping that he’d just move on when he finally took the hint that they weren’t interested. They tried to be polite at first but they were sick of it. They were sick of him. Was this just a game to him? What was wrong with him? Why was he like this all of a sudden? They just wanted this all to stop. They were tired.

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The sharp clacks of high heeled shoes can be heard heading out of a room used for Alchemy lessons. Vil practically waltzes down the hall, proudly admiring his work; These potions will surely help him win their heart! A few flasks contained shimmering, vibrant substances that he planned on integrating into his beauty routine. Surely a few cosmetic potions would help him look exquisite enough to catch their attention. A little something to make his hair silkier here and a bit of magical cologne there would surely be enough to garner him at least a few extra seconds of their gaze. He fantasizes about how they might react to seeing him after these new additions to his beauty regimen. Would they look at him with a dewy-eyed desire? Perhaps reluctant admiration would be more realistic? Maybe they would even seek him out to compliment him, thus giving him the pleasure of basking in their presence! He sighs dreamily as he safely pockets these concoctions in the inner pocket of his jacket. He then reaches to the pocket of his pants to remove a vial of viscous, lime green poison. With the dreamy look still glistening in his eyes, he continues his daydreaming. Swirling the liquid around the tube it’s contained in, he fantasizes about using it against anyone that might be foolish enough to try and steal his dearest away from him or, Sevens forbid, try to ruin their perfection by corrupting their mind or marring their body! He had no set target in mind upon the initial brewing of this poison, but he’d prefer to have it just in case. He didn’t plan on using it unless he felt it was absolutely necessary. He knew how much of a kind heart his dearest one possessed. They would almost certainly react unfavorably if they found out he had poisoned someone for them, even if said person was a threat. He would hate to give them any reason to despise him, especially given the reluctance they exhibited to his advances thus far. But he would rather be safe than sorry. He was sure that he would end up needing it at some point. What if some brainless oaf tried to taint their perfection? Or some jealous brute tried to hurt them because of the attention he was lavishing them with? Or, Vil seethes at the very thought, what if that insolent brat Neige LeBlanche tries to steal them from him- like he has so many of the things that he so rightfully deserved? No, he wouldn’t let them be taken from him! They meant more to him than any acting role– any prestige or popularity– ever could. He needed to keep them safe, keep their perfect self from being tainted by all the unworthy spuds that surround them. Only he comes close enough to perfection to truly appreciate them. Only he has earned the right to their attention.

“VIL!” A loud shriek from the other end of the hall, followed by a quick succession of heavy footfalls interrupted his thoughts. He swiftly pocketed the vial of poison and turned to glare at the interruption. His eyes fell upon the girl from a few weeks ago. The one who had practically thrown a tantrum after seeing Vil lavish his attention and care upon his dearest [Name] instead of her petulant self. His face twisted into a scowl of disgust as the girl closed the distance between the two of them.

“How could you do this to me, Vil?! I went through all that effort– gathering ingredients, learning how to make the damn thing, hiding it from teachers and classmates and everyone– all to make that love potion for you! And you don’t even fall for me?! No! That slut had to get in my way, didn’t they! Why couldn’t they have just minded their damn business and left us alone!” The girl fumed, jutting about with jagged motions. She was near inconsolable, desperately reaching out to grasp onto Vil’s arm, uniform– anything she could get her hands on. Only to be met with a harsh tug, as Vil pulled himself out of her grasp, and a scathing glare. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Vil’s voice was calm and cold, dripping with more venom than a snake’s fangs. He painstakingly brushes off his uniform and gloves, as if the mere touch of the girl was enough to bespeckle his pristine form with grime.

Not being blind to the intentions behind his actions, the girl simply grits her teeth and continues ranting; “It was supposed to be me! You should have looked at me first– you should have fallen in love with me! But that nuisance of a classmate of yours just HAD to get in the way! Why did someone as pathetic and worthless as th–ecck!”

Before she could finish her sentence, she found that one of Vil’s gloved hands had shot out and wrapped around her throat, leaving her to sputter and gasp for air.

“How dare you.” It started out as a murmur. A deadly whisper. His blonde locks parting to expose his purple eyes, dappled with pink, brimming like cauldrons with contents far deadlier than any poison he had ever brewed.

“How dare you try to sully their name with that foul mouth of yours! You are a loathsome piece of filth! What makes you think you could even be worthy of my attention?! What makes you think you could even come close to comparing to them?!” Despite the girl trying to pry his hands from her neck, his grip is unfaltering. He meets her resistance with only more hostility, pushing her and allowing her to fall and smack her head against the cold stone floor. As she tried to recover, she found a sharp heel digging into her stomach. Her desperate eyes met the cruel expression on Vil’s face.

“In a normal situation, I would have preferred to spare more of my attention to the muck on the bottom of my shoes than to the likes of you. But this isn’t a normal situation, now is it?” He presents the girl with a cold, closed eye smile. Any coherent words that the girl may have used to respond with are lost to yelps and whimpers as Vil’s heel presses further into her flesh, blood starting to pool and soak into her clothes. His smile drops upon the utterance of his next words, being replaced with a dead eyed stare; “You insulted them. My beloved. My dearest one. My most precious love! The most perfect person I have ever had the honor of laying my eyes upon! And you have the nerve to speak ill of such a sublime being.”

He cracks his knuckles and closes in on the girl, chuckling to himself as she desperately tries to distance herself from him. “You’ve certainly earned what is coming to you.”

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[Name] was making their way down the corridor, adjusting the straps of their pack and fantasizing about returning to their dorm room for some much needed downtime. Lessons had finished a couple of hours ago, but they and a few friends had met up for some studying before an important test. Vil had eagerly offered to tutor them on the subject but they immediately refused his offer. For the last few months, Schoenheit had been utterly insufferable. Refusing to leave them alone, he seemed to have devoted himself entirely to gaining their attention. He always wanted to spend time with them, both in and out of classes; offering unwanted advice about fashion and appearances along with offers for makeovers and self care days provided by him in his dorm room, as well as smothering them with attention, compliments, and gifts. They knew he liked them. It wasn’t hard to tell given the fact that they’ve had to turn down his confessions and actions numerous times already, but he just wouldn’t take the hint and leave them alone. What happened to him in the first place? He wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, it had been them who was pining for him. He was so regal, so sophisticated, so breathtakingly beautiful that they couldn’t help but fall for him. But they found out what the real Vil was like. They had tried asking him out, offering him flowers that they had grown, a hand drawn card, and a box of homemade chocolates. They knew they didn’t have enough money to buy anything that would even come close to the standard that Vil must experience as a famous actor, so they thought that handmade gifts would be better. Besides being more affordable, they also felt more genuine. They had put blood, sweat, and tears into making his gifts- quite literally since the flowers were a hassle to grow and often pricked them with their thorns. And how did he respond to their efforts? He laughed. He unleashed his barbed tongue, lashing them with his scathing words, and tossed the gifts in the nearest waste bin. It took time, and more tears than they wanted to admit, to get over this rejection but they had finally recovered. And now he wants back into their life? He tried to apologize and make up for the past. But it was too late for that. The damage had been done. Now, they wanted nothing more than to prove to him just how little they needed him. They didn’t need his gifts; often giving them to friends and classmates who had a greater need for them. They didn’t need his compliments. They had learned to love themself without the input from people like him. They especially didn’t need him to tutor them. They had their actual friends to help them with that.

Speaking of which, those friends had already parted a few minutes ago after some pleasant conversation and a chorus of ‘byes’. Ace and Deuce headed back for the Heartslabyul dorm, Epel for Pomefiore, Ruggie to Savanaclaw, and so on. They decided to close the distance between themselves and their dorm by passing through the hallways of the building they were in so they could exit out the other side. Any excuse to stay inside longer. To avoid the biting cold they knew awaited them outside these halls. Spring break was growing near yet it was still far too cold to be comfortable. They had their earbuds in listening to some upbeat music as a means to reward themself after all the work they had done while studying. They sauntered down the hallway, moving to the music, confident that no one else would be around to see them. As they made their way through halls and past classrooms, they thought they could hear some distant sounds over the music. They stopped their melody-fueled movements and removed an earbud. The sounds of a scuffle made itself clear as soon as their hearing was no longer muffled by the music. They quickly paused their song and stuffed their earbuds in their pocket. So what if they got tangled wires! Someone was in trouble!

Despite wanting to help, they still chose to be cautious. They made their way steadily, yet stealthily, to the source of the noise. The noise was close, just around the corner. They quickly pressed some buttons on their phone, drawing up the camera feature to peek around the corner without making their presence known. What they saw shocked them to their core. They saw Vil sitting in a mounted position atop another person. He was holding them down and beating them with his fist. They could barely make out any details about the person he was doing this to. There was too much blood. It pooled on the stone floor beneath the victim’s head, splattered on the walls, caked their face with a layer of dried-on grime that mingled with the fresh liquid– in the form of blood and tears– drawn out after each punch, and clung to the fabric of Vil’s gloves and clothes. They felt a queasiness pool in their gut at the squelchy ‘schmack’ sounds made after each hit, at the crimson being flung to all the surfaces in the vicinity of the violence. Vil suddenly stopped, letting his hands rest on either side of the person's head, staring down at their beaten form beneath him as he let out panting breaths.  

A quiet whimper filled the air as the person beneath Vil gained the strength to speak.

“Why, Vil … I loved you … I did this … for you … Made it … for you … All … for you …” She, since you could now tell by her voice that this person was likely a she, let out raspy breaths between each thing she said. She sputtered through the blood oozing out of her mouth to let out her small pleas for answers.

They nearly held their breath after this, trying to steady their breathing in the newfound quiet. They didn’t want Vil to know they were here. They thought the way he was acting recently was weird, but they never thought he'd go this far! They hoped he would be satisfied with the damage he had caused and just leave. Without him here, they could get her to the infirmary. Without him here, they could breathe easily again. Just please … let him leave. Their thoughts froze when they heard a shuddering chuckle. It started as a low laugh, quiet and breathy, before slowly rising in volume. They could see him shudder between giggles before throwing his head back as he let out a noise that could only be described as a cackle. A maniacal laugh that was punctuated by gasps for air. The sinister noise filled the hallway like a rolling fog, consuming anything within its vicinity in an aura of terror. They could feel the chills crawling up their spine, their knees turning to jello and threatening to give out beneath them, and goosebumps coating their skin in waves. They desperately clamped a hand over their mouth to prevent any involuntary noises of fear from escaping them– alerting this madman to their whereabouts.

And then, he spoke.

“You just don’t get it do you? What makes you think I would ever stoop low enough to even consider harboring feelings beyond contempt for a pathetic little thing such as yourself? You’re a fool to think I could ever love you. Even with the help of a love potion, you'd still be the detestable little fly that refuses to stop buzzing around me. I’ve read the letters you so obsessively sent to me. What a laugh!”

Vil’s voice takes on a tone of mocking imitation “ ‘A letter penned with charm and wit.’ What a baseless claim! Even with all the work you say you put into them, somehow the feelings never did fit, did they? To say ’I love you from afar’, as filthy a creature you are!” A jarring laugh cuts through the air as he continues with a quiet, cruel tone. “It’s not enough– You’re not enough. Just not enough… Only they are enough for me. They are perfection itself. They are everything I could ever need. And I will become everything they could ever want. And you… You tried to stand in my way.”

A small whimper echoes around the hall as Vil’s sharp, manicured nails dug into the girl's skin. His expression is hauntingly blank. Only his eyes reflect the sheer hatred that seethes forth from him.

“You want to keep us apart. You want to take me from them. Steal my time. My attention. My love! Steal it from the person who it rightfully belongs to. Who I want nothing more than to devote it to. All because you think that you alone are deserving of me? Don’t you get it?! My love for them is just too big, you filthy detestable pig!!”

As his yelling crescendos, he presses her shoulders further into the ground. Her pained noises seem to spur him on, as he continues with a sadistic grin. “And isn’t this so much more fun?! As you so needlessly keep repeating, ‘You did this all for me’ didn’t you? You pestered me like the bothersome little gnat you are, even going so far as drugging me just so I’d spare you a second glance. Such a shame that your plan didn’t work out the way you’d hoped.” Vil seemed to take on an air of fake pity before twisting into an expression of sheer smugness. “You should be thankful that I’m even sparing the time from my busy schedule to personally handle a pest like you. But I guess I should be more appreciative, shouldn’t I? If it hadn’t been for you drugging me with that love potion, I never would have come to the realization that I was in the presence of the perfect angel that is my lovely [Name]. I should reward you for that, should I not?” Reaching into his pocket, he gingerly removed a vial of lime green sludge and swirled it for the girl to see. “Don’t worry, this poison is relatively fast acting so you won’t have to wait very long for it to kick in. I can’t promise that it'll be painless though~”

They watched as Vil’s hand clamped around the girl's jaw, forcing her mouth open. Just as he was about to pop the cork off the bottle, they felt themself lurch into action. Pocketing their phone and tearing into their bag, they grab the first book that their fingers circle around.

Rounding the corner they hurl the book with all their might towards the man, while shouting at the top of their lungs: “Get away from her!”

Despite falling short of its target, the loud thump of the book along with their yell was enough to distract the man from spilling the poison down the girl’s throat. Both pairs of eyes flit over in their direction. Vil’s eyes, initially filled with bloodlust and rage at being interrupted from sealing the fate of this thorn in his side, quickly switches to panic as he recognizes the interrupter as the very person he was devoting this attack to.

“My love! This isn’t what it looks like, I-I…I swear!” He quickly stoppers the vial and puts it in his pocket, positioning himself in a way to better face them and raising his bloodied palms to them as if that would exemplify innocence. Their knuckles whitened around the strap of their pack as they readied another book to use as a projectile.

“I don’t want to hear it, Vil. Just– just get away from her!” They did everything in their power to appear as intimidating as they could. To push down the waves of fear coursing through them. To stop the shaking that would have otherwise wracked their body and seized their voice. They had to be strong. For their sake and the sake of that girl. Any sign of weakness from the prey could inspire the predator to strike.

“[Name] please, you have to understand. She was a threat to us–”

“There’s no ‘us’ Vil! There never has been— there never will be! I don’t care what you think she’s done! How could you do this to her– to anyone?! You’re sick! Just get back!”

Vil looked as if he had been struck. His eyes were hurt and pleading. They’d almost say he looked like a kicked puppy, if it wasn’t for all the blood staining him and the rest of this horrid scene. This distraction on Vil’s part was enough for the girl under him to point a bloodied, shaky finger at them. Her expression was desperate and pleading, but her eyes: Her eyes were vindictive. Her eyes were blaming.

“You…” She spoke with a wavering voice “...did this… You need to help me… It’s your fault after all! This would have never happened if you had ju–Mmph!”

Vil slapped his hand over the girl's mouth, slamming her head back against the ground. Within an instant, his hurt expression had been replaced with the cruel glare that he now directed at the girl. “You shut your filthy mouth! They have the kindness to try to spare you from the fate that you so rightfully deserve! To pardon you from all the misdeeds that you have so carelessly affronted them with– and in response to their boundless patience you only try to insult them more?! You’re even more despicable than I thought you could be.” His expression softened as he turned back to them, moving to stand up and approach. “Darling, don’t listen to her. None of the blame rests on your shoulders, I assure you. It’s all her fault.” He turns to glare at the girl as he says this before turning back with a look that could almost be considered soft. He advanced towards them slowly, as if he was approaching a skittish animal. “I know you're a kind soul. I know you don’t like innocent people getting hurt. But I can assure you, this one is not innocent. They’re not worthy of your kindness. I’m just doing this to protect you– to protect us! She would have gotten in our way. You have to believe me!…My–my love? My love, you’re shaking…”

Despite their best attempts to keep their fear from presenting itself, they couldn’t stop the quacks that wracked their entire body. They clenched onto their school bag like it was a lifeline, holding it in front of them like a shield. “You’re sick, Vil! You’re a– a monster! Stay…stay back! Stay away from me!!”

He took in the sight of their fear with a look of terror adorning his own face. He never wanted this. He wanted their attention to be on him– yes– but not in this way! He wanted their love! Their affection! Their adoration! He wanted them to care for him as he did them. He never wanted them to fear him– much less have to fear anything! How could he protect them from their fear if he was the source of it?

“Wait, [Name]! Please don’t be scared of me! I-I’m not going to hurt you- WAIT!” He shouts the final word as his nearing presence had finally become too much for them to bear.

They hurled the bag at him as hard as they could before sprinting down the hall. They were running on pure instinct, the adrenaline coursing through their system fueling their flight. Their thoughts were limited, focusing solely on getting away from Vil and getting help. They just had to make it out of this building and into a more populated area. Sharp clacking sounds followed behind them, along with shouts of “[Name], come back!” and “Please, [Name]!”. The sounds were getting closer and closer. They could see an exit in front of them. The door loomed ahead, like a beacon of light guiding them out of the darkness. It was Twenty feet away now. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet. Nine. Eight. Seven–

Just as they reached out, hoping to feel their fingers encircle the cold metal knob– to twist it beneath their grasp, to throw their weight against the door, to allow the biting cold of the outside world to wash over them– they instead felt slender fingers grasping around their bicep, yanking them back just far enough to leave them grasping at the air instead of the handle. Falling back a bit from the force of the tug, they felt something encircling them, effectively pinning their arms to their side. They could hear his gasps for breath, feel his chest as it rapidly rose and fell against their back. He was dragging them– nearly carrying them– into a nearby classroom. They kicked and writhed, fought and screamed. Throwing their head back in hopes of smacking against his nose and swinging their legs back to try to hit him in a spot they knew would stun him for just long enough to give them the upper hand. Fighting tooth and nail. Doing anything they could to escape the man holding them back from their freedom. From help. From safety. But he was stronger than them.

Damn his acting career for training him in ways to fight and defend himself! Damn his workout routine for ensuring that he was fit! Damn everything about him! Damn it all!

But it was too late.

Pushing open the door to the classroom, he pulled them inside. Twisting round, he slammed his back against the door– sealing it shut with his body weight. They could hear him panting, feel it tickling their ears and touseling their hair. The heave of his chest against their back rivaling their own frantic breaths. He gripped onto them like he was a drowning man holding onto a life preserver. They tried to wriggle from his arms but he would only hug them closer to himself, as if they’d vanish if he so much as loosened his grip.

Between heaving breaths, he panted out: “[Name]… Please…Please, just listen to me. I can explain.”

They froze in their struggle, faking compliance so they could bid time until he eventually lowered his guard. He took their stillness as a sign to continue.

“You have to understand; I wasn’t going to hurt you. I would never hurt you! There’s no need to run from me. I was just trying to protect you. She would have only gotten between us! If she had her way, she would have taken me from you! She was desperate– crazy even! She would have tried to hurt you, I know it! I couldn’t have that happen!!”

As much as they wanted to snap at him, yell back about how he’s in no position to be calling someone crazy, they chose to take the safe route. Being antagonistic would only make him more unhinged and dangerous than he already was. If they tried to talk to him calmly, maybe they could get him to loosen his grip enough to be able to escape his arms and put some distance between them. With a shaky voice, from both nerves and from trying to catch their breath, they respond; 

“Vil…Ple–Please let me go. You’re hurting me.” They reached up to his arms, softly placing their hands on them in a way that could be interpreted as a reassuring caress but which was actually their preparation to rip his arms away at a moment's notice. It took everything in them to not recoil in revulsion and terror when they felt him bury his face in the crook of their neck. They could feel something wet staining their shoulder as he seemed to convulse; Was he crying? They could feel his breath escape in gasps as each sob echoed from him.

“It’s agony…” he whispered “I just can’t bear being away from you. I can’t bear it when you look at me with such disdain and fear. I’m going insane, I love you so much! Why can’t you see, it’s hurting me my sweet! Please just make the pain go away!” He burrowed his face further against their shoulder as he wept.

“It’s… it’s okay. We can… we can fix this. That girl drugged you with a love potion, didn’t she? We can get you an antidote. I’m sure Professor Crewel should be able to get you one. Then you won’t be in pain anymore!” They ended off with an optimistic tone, hoping that he would just go along with the plan.

There was a long pause. Neither of them spoke. Neither even moved. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, loosening his arms ever so slightly. They could see his hands shaking, feeling him quivering like a leaf in a windstorm against them. They tried to soothe him, gently rubbing his arm to try to coax him into fully letting them go while whispering variations of “It’s okay” and “You’ll be okay”. They felt him tense up and fall still. What happened? Did they push too far too fast?

Any hope they had that this situation could still be fixed was dashed when they felt his crushing grip return even tighter than before.

“… no. No, I won’t lose you. I don’t care if this is because of some love potion, my feelings for you are real! It simply helped me see. That’s it! It helped me see that you’re the only one for me! You’re all I love. You’re all I need! I thought I wanted the eyes of this whole rotting world, but I know now! All I need is your eyes on me!” If they could only see his face, they’d see the desperately lovesick look painting his features. “Love me I beg– just love me I beg! Take it! All of me! Just let me be yours! And you’ll be mine! I’ll take your grief and bury the key! I’ll give you everything you could possibly want! All I ask is for you to be mine!”

They writhed in panic at the extent of his mania. “Vil, please! There’s still time! We can still fix this! We can still get you the potion! We can get the girl to a healer and–”

“–Why do you care about her?! Why do you care about any of them?! I’m the best— aren’t I? I am the best, in our class they attest, I’m a boy far above all the rest. I’m better than those two friends of yours! Those fools Ace and Deuce— what do they have that I don’t?! I won’t be bested by all of the rest— of this pitiful school, I’m the head! What do you want me to change? I will be better for you! I’m better than those two, better than all! But you still prefer them. What must I do to have you look only at me?!”

In a burst of emotion, they tore his arms off of them. Scrambling away, they cowered behind a row of desks to force some distance between them. Their plan to try to calm him being thrown out the window in the face of these overwhelming emotions. Terror. Resentment. Rage. It had all boiled up inside of them and bubbled over.

“Why do I prefer them? Why do I prefer them?! Why the hell do you think Vil?! Maybe it’s because they’re my friends! Because they never hurt me like you did! Because they never made me fear for my life! Or overwhelmed me with gifts in some desperate attempt to buy my love! Maybe it’s because I don’t fucking hate them!” They continued shifting away, trying to distance themself from him as they yelled.

Now that they had broken away from him, they got a good look at his face. Mascara-laced tears streaked down his cheeks. There were flecks of blood splattered across him in splotchy patches. His eyes were wide and wild, making the pink streaks in his irises all the more clear to see. The desperate looking expression was only accentuated by the words that came out of his mouth:

“Please [Name]… Please don’t get angry…” [Name] watched with bated breath as Vil moved towards them, leaving the door unguarded. “Please don’t get angry. Don’t leave and abandon me. Please never say you won’t stay. I’m drowning in pain whenever you look at me with such hatred. It’s a curse in the brain! Take it–please take it away!”

But it seems he’s far too late.

They threw themselves over the row of desks, propelling themselves towards the door. They felt the sharp pang of pain spread through them as their body slammed into the floor. They could already feel bruises blossoming as they pushed themselves up and jolted for the door. The cool metal of the handle twisted under their grip, allowing the wooden door to start creaking open.

But a force pushes it back into place. The door slams shut again. They wrench at the knob, desperately throwing their weight back to try to pry it open, before noticing the hands on either side of their head. Vil was pushing the door closed, pinning them against its surface while doing so. They cowered against the hard wood, desperately wishing it would just engulf them and let them pass through. Vil’s expression was completely unreadable. His head was down, letting his hair block any glimpses at his expression. Refusing to lift his head and look at them, Vil moves his hands to hold their shoulders. He slowly collapses to his knees, his hands trailing down their arms until he reached their hands. Taking them in his, he gingerly leads them to his face. Ever so gently, he presses his forehead against the hands that he clasped in his own, allowing himself to graze over their skin as he lifts his head. He presses his lips against their knuckles with a reverent devotion, eyes trailing up to look upon their face. They could see the obsession swirling in his eyes. The normally purple iris tinged with pink, as well as little white hearts dotting about where normal light reflections would be, and with tears spilling forth. They could feel his hot breath brush against their hands, the vile concoction of mascara-blackened tears mixed with the splatters of blood wetting their skin. Fueled by fear and disgust, they pry their now slick hands from his grasp. Without missing a beat, Vil’s arms snake around their thighs. Fingers intertwining themselves into the fabric of their clothes, he buries his face into the cloth. The tears and blood seep into the fabric. Low, barely audible murmurs spill from Vil’s lips. They sound like gibberish at first, before gaining enough clarity and volume to be coherent.

“…Love me … Just love me … Please love me…”

There was a ringing in their ears and a pain in their chest. It was all too much. The fear was overwhelming. Weeks of resentment had built up to this moment. Tears spilled from their eyes. They snapped.

“How could I ever love you! With everything you put me through! You hurt me! You hurt others! I’ll never love you! This isn’t healthy, Vil!! Just stop this, please!” With each word they utter, they feel him cower and quake. “Just stop it!! Please stop it! Please!” Their words trailed off in a series of sobs and hiccups. If they hadn’t been preoccupied with their own wracking sobs, they would have noticed that Vil had fallen still. It was like a switch had been flipped. His murmuring started back up again, far clearer and louder than before.

“ … Give me your love … give me your love … give me your love … More and more, just give me your love! Love me I say– Love me away! Until I’m not completely sane!” He tilts his head up to look at them, parting the blonde curtains before his eyes. The same swirls of obsession dance around, intermingling with a fiery determination. “Look only at me! Please, I’m begging you! I will become all you could ever need! Just look at me and me alone!” Flecks of what appeared to be guilt and desperation joined in with the frenzy of emotions swirling about his eyes. He caught hold of their hand again, pressing their palm against the spot right atop his heart. “People just…people just– they’re not enough! Only you're enough! You just don’t understand yet. But that’s okay! This is all just too much to take in at once! There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll help you! I’ll shower you with my love so that you’ll never be able to deny it! We can be happy together, I promise! I just know that you’re perfect for me. And I’m perfect for you~  I won’t give up on you! I won’t let you go. There’s no other way for me to do this . . . Sorry for what’s coming.”

Those final words sent a spike of dread into their gut. In a last ditch effort, they try to push Vil over and run. Their shove is enough to throw him off balance at least, as they move to the side to escape his range. They’re not fast enough however. His hand shoots out and grasps their ankle as they try to flee. The force yanking them back is enough to send them tumbling to the floor. Their kicks and scurries aren’t enough to ward him off as he throws himself over them and straddles their waist. Vil gently cradles their face in his hands, softly caressing their cheeks as they get a clear look at his wild, mournful eyes and the smile that could've been considered reassuring if not for the situation at hand. Then his hands slipped from their face to their throat. Fingers encircling their skin as he grasps tightly. He gently shushes their protests, promising that “Everything will be okay” and that they “just have to go to sleep for a bit”. They can feel their lungs crying out for air, little black speckles filling the edges of their vision. They scratch desperately at his hands but he doesn’t budge, his gloves likely providing him with some protection. Their mind is addled and gradually ceases functioning. With the last remaining scrap of air in their body, they choke out a desperate;

“…Vi– … Plea– …”

Vil’s hands loosen for a mere second. He looks at them with a pitying look as more tears well up in his eyes. He coos out “Oh, my dear [Name] …” before resuming his efforts.

“I’m sorry, my love. I never wanted to do this to you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I have to! You’d run if I didn’t! And I can’t lose you to anyone, not even yourself. I’m going to take good care of you. I promise! You will want for nothing. I will give you everything you could possibly want! I will pamper you and cherish you! I’ll do anything for you! Just go to sleep. Sleep, darling. And when you wake, I'll be there to take care of you~”

And so, with no other choice, they did just that.

#yandere #soft yandere #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere x reader #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw choking #tw drugging #soft yan vil #yandere valentine #yandere story #yandere one shot #love potion #aishite aishite aishite

[pockets-full-of-roses-writing]

Love-Spiked Drink

brief summary: someone spiked the famous draco malfoy’s drink with a love potion, making him go absolutely feral for his internal crush on the boy who lived.

(i might make this a two part microfic but idk)

[drarry (draco malfoy x harry potter); mentions of spiking drinks, and flustered harry from draco’s suggestive flirting]

divider credits!!

stick around for the note at the bottom?

If anything, Harry James Potter shouldn’t be there at a party with a bunch of drunk seventh years. He should be in his dorm, laughing with his best friends.

But Ronald Weasley just had to go down there with Hermione Granger, something Harry couldn’t leave alone. So? There he was alone in the corner, swaying to the music with a half empty cup in his hands.

Everyone was invited to this Gryffindor party, including the Slytherins. The Slytherins were well-hated by the Gryffindors. That didn’t stop them from being there.

Draco Lucius Malfoy and his gang were there, to Harry’s surprise. They were only seen at the other houses’ parties, which (in Harry’s honest opinion) were a bit lame in comparison to Gryffindor’s.

It wasn’t fair that the beaming red lights hit his face so perfectly, outlining his already stunning features. He seemed to walk with such grace and poise, as if he were always balancing books on his head.

The red plastic cup in his hands contrasted with the silver rings that shimmered in the lights. All Harry wanted to do was see what those fingers really could...

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw someone lurking beside Draco. He squinted his eyes, realizing that the same person was pouring some pink liquid in the drink. Then, they fled the scene. Oh.. shit.

The bold (and slightly drunk) Gryffindor pushed through the crowd to warn his sworn enemy.

"Malfoy! Don't drink that!"

But it was far too late. The pale boy had already taken a sip, and promptly held his head in his hands. His friends glanced at him, patting his back soothingly. He waved them off, claiming to be okay.

By the time Harry had gotten there, Draco was bopping along to the music again. He pretended to be okay, but Harry could see through his deception. He nudged Draco, swaying to the beat of the song.

"Psst. Malfoy.."

Draco raised a brow, glancing over at Harry. "Potter? Go away, I don't need to speak to you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Someone spiked your drink with some pink liquid. I just saw."

"You're lying, aren't you? Is this some ploy to-"

"Just shut up and listen to me for once."

Malfoy stayed silent for a moment, looking down into his cup. He swirled it around, taking notice of the change in color and mass.

"Shit," the boy cursed under his breath, bringing the cup to his lips again to see what it was.

"Never thought I'd see the day where Malfoy curses in front of me."

Harry smirked, looking down at Draco with a hidden concerned expression. Draco took another sip, really tasting it this time.

His gaze met Harry's, and for a moment, he could've sworn it softened. Draco was all over him in an instant, almost kissing him.

Harry immediately pulled away, his ears burning in embarrassment. He hissed in protest, "What are you playing at, Malfoy? Did they drug you or something? Are you drunk?"

Malfoy smiled at him, shaking his head. "Oh, I'd never be like this if I was drunk. Let's go somewhere private, Harry."

Potter's eyes widened. He glanced around, taking the drugged boy by his hands to the top of the steps. Music faintly played while Draco looked at Harry like he was the best thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

His gaze swept over Harry, taking in every feature. Malfoy leaned in again, trying to steal a kiss. Harry Potter quickly dodged it, laughing sheepishly.

"Hey.. woah there buddy.."

Draco smiled again, something Harry didn't know could be so beautiful. "You're handsome. Can I kiss you?"

Harry's face flushed, and he went entirely flustered. "E-excuse me?!"

"Is that a yes? Or do you want a date first?"

Draco Malfoy seemed so willing, for someone who acted painfully straight a couple moments before. He wrapped his arms around the tall boy in front of him, smirking up at him. The look in his eyes was purely love, staring right into Harry's.

"N..no.. No.. Listen, Malfoy, you're drunk. Let's get you back to your dorm, alright?" Harry tried to reason, even if he wanted that kiss and date so badly.

He put Draco's arm over his shoulders, taking the simpering boy to his dorm. It was a long walk, especially with Draco constantly complimenting Harry or trying to sneak a kiss. Harry's face only got hotter and hotter by each word that came out of the pale boy's mouth. Harry simply couldn't get over it.

What was wrong with him?

Finally, they reached the Slytherin painting. "Hey, Malfoy. What's the password?"

"Pureblooded wizardry."

The painting slid open, allowing the Gryffindor to carry Draco in.

"Has anyone told you how hot you are?"

Harry stopped in his tracks, knees buckling. "I'm afraid not, Malfoy."

"Why do you even call me that?"

"What?"

"Malfoy," Draco answered, pulling Harry to his dorm.

"I.. I don't know. Do you want me to call you-"

"I want you to call me yours. But Draco is a good start too."

Harry was baffled. Now he was standing in the middle of this boy's room, jaw dropped all the way to the floor. Draco Malfoy smirked up at him, leaning close like he had done before.

"I never thought I'd see you here in my room. Though I prefer you.. without less items we'll say."

His face got even more flustered now. Harry pushed Draco into his bed, pulling the covers over him, and closing the bed curtains.

"Just go to sleep, idiot."

He heard Draco laugh from the curtains, then some soft snoring. He sighed tiredly. His feelings were even worse than before. Now he was falling harder than ever.

One question didn't leave his mind for the rest of the night; What was put in Draco Lucius Malfoy's drink?

Harry James Potter didn’t leave Draco Lucius Malfoy’s dorm until his dorm mates got back, which wasn’t till the next morning. They seemed shocked that he had stayed there for so long, sending him away with a screech.

Everyone that went to the party was facing a horrible hangover. Meanwhile, Harry was peacefully dozing in his bed. Ron was throwing up his guts, coughing and hacking up.

The sleeping boy’s thoughts shifted to Draco, wondering how he was doing. Waking up to the sound of pounding and screaming of his name, Harry pulled his bed curtains.

What the bloody hell was going on? It sounded like.. Draco..

Why was Draco there?

roses’ author note: hello lovelies!! i’m so sorry this was so late n long. as i said in another post, i was very busy these couple weeks. i will start queuing my posts, ensuring at least three more this month. thanks for giving my other works btw<33 i love y’all so much

(btw, if you see @betterblegulusrack following you back, it’s my main blog)

#drarry #draco malfoy x harry potter #draco x harry #draco and harry #love potion #harry potter fandom #harry potter microfic #tw spiking drinks #drink spiking

[ikebo-simp]

I'm not exactly sure what sort of labels I need to put on here?

Basically Tighnari's a yandere who non-con drugs his darling with a love potion, if it's not your cup of tea, don't read more

~♡~

Tighnari breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally finished.

A rush of giddiness surged through him, he had finally created a love potion

Normally, he wouldn't never think about stooping so low, nature will take it's course and the mate will choose whoever has the better traits

But nature went off course and you, his darling mate, choose the wrong person

Tighnari's not sure what sort of odd illness you'd have to have, to choose Cyno over him

Really? Of all people to crush on?

No matter, he'd just have to "cure" your illness

He just has to sneak this into your dinner and everything will be right again~

~♡~

"Mmm! Tighnari! This mushroom pasta's really good!"

"I'm glad you like it" Tighnari fiddles with his food, sneaking glances to see if the potion's starting to work yet

"Wait! Did I tell you about what Cyno sai-"

A pause

"Hey Tigh, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?"

Tighnari flushed, you had complemented him! And you called him a nickname!

"And your tail looks so fluffy~! Do you take care of a lot?"

You finally noticed that he grooms specifically for you!

Any guilt that he might feel is immediately outweighed by the fact that he's on cloud nine.

"Ahem, you were saying something about Cyno?" He hated the name on his tongue.

"Who knows, I wanna focus on you~!"

"Only me?"

"Only you~ forever"

You finally saw the light! To be expected, "nature" took it's course

A/N This is probably the darkest thing I've ever written, but I love semi-happy endings

Thanks for Reading

#tighnari x reader #tighnari #yandere tighnari #yandere x reader #tw drugs #love potion #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere tighnari x reader

[mayullla]

Title: Cecilia Tea

[ - Cottage (fem!reader) + Roses (yandere) + Albedo + Peanut butter cookies (love potion au) - ] - Anon's Ask

Summary: You visited Albedo's workshop to have tea with him. Unknowns to you when you talked about flowers he placed a love potion inside your tea.

Other warnings/tags: Alternate universe, fairytale au, drugging, don't think too much about the ingredients and poisons.

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed ]

You often wondered what was inside those vials and glasses. Some are filled with power or some sort of creature or parts of it. Some were filled with some sort of flowers, twigs and leaves. Some looked normal you thought you recognized some while others you were clueless of and didn't know what they were.

But what particularly drew you in were the vials of liquid all of different colors and vibrant.

“Find anything interesting?” Albedo asked you, tilting his head. You looked at him who was in his casual clothes and a leather apron that held a few plants and herbs in the pockets along with a belt bag strapped on his waist that you knew contained more potions and ingredients he need for whatever he was doing. “You have many interesting things here.”

“Well most of them are ingredients for alchemy and potions after all.” Albedo shrugged, there was a soft smile on his face when you turned to look at the shelves again, “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes thank you.” You looked at the shelves, one in particular, had multiple plant-based ingredients in it some looked like flowers that you somewhat recognize maybe? Herbs of sort and dried flowers and petals. ��You have many flower ingredients here.” You mumbled yet big enough for Albedo to hear.

You didn't see Albedo freeze at what you said still looking at the herbs, quietly he placed an empty vail down as he steered the tea cup with a small spoon. He didn't look up to you but instead focused on the cup watching its color. “I find myself using them in potions often.”

You didn't see the liquid slightly glow before returning to its original color. 

“Care to tell me a few?” You asked.

“Hmmm… well of ladies would come looking for those more what they call romantic potions that require flowers in them.” Albedo explained, “One of them is to remember, as years past people would sometimes forget their memories with their lover's whether they like it or not sometimes. So to prevent that they would drink a potion that would help them remember the person in front of them till their dying breath.” Taking the teacups he moved to the table in the middle of the room, where there were many books on top roughly shoved aside so that there was space for the both of you to talk.

“Here is your cup.” You sat on one side of the table while he sat on the other side, the tea was hot as you waited for it cool down lightly blowing the cup. Albedo watched you, also holding the cup near his lips.

The two of you continued to talk about potions, the ingredients that he used some you recognized while others you didn't have a clue what they were, “An ingredient for that particular potion is forget-me-nots.”

“Huh didn't know that flower lives up to their name like that.” You tiled your head at the fact, it was rather funny if not a little cute. Touching your tea again you noticed that it cooled down a bit and took a sip uncaring of the stare that Albedo gave you.

“How do you like the taste? It is a new tea that I made and I am hoping to get your opinion on it.” He asked suddenly, placing his cup down his already half-finished.

“It’s... sweet.” You said looking at your tea “It is a little bitter yet very sweet with a floral taste?” It was a new flavor something you never really tried before. You looked at the liquid in your tea wondering what it was that was giving the rather unique taste that you could not describe.

“Yes. You are correct, I tried making a white lily tea. The flower is actually quite poisonous but with some experimenting, I was able to neutralize the poison for consumption.” You looked at Albedo, surprised at what he said. You wanted to look at your tea again, yet you were unable to do so as you continued to stare at Albedo. why?

“Many ladies had asked me if I could make something called a love potion, while I would not sell such a thing I did try to make one because I became rather curious after some incidents,” Albedo told you standing up he walked over to you sitting on another stool that was right beside you softly taking your hands that held the teacup.

It was strange really that you could never take your eyes off Albedo, how he walked over to you naturally sitting right beside you so near that you could feel his warmth. You did not say anything, you didn't realize how flushed you were as you continued to stare at him, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach when he smiled at you.

“What I found out was that using roses could make a love potion. I also found out that another flower certainly leaves better results maybe because of their poison that I am not sure yet.” He gently guided your hands and teapot to your lips, slowly tilting the put on your lips.

“Love potions made out of roses are results to something more akin to crushes, light and easily dispelled with time. They work for those who wish to have at least a running start while the rest of progress happiness becomes more... organic.”

It wasn't odd how everything slowly started to become hazy or maybe it was yet you were unable to recognize so when your eyes were trained on Albedo, while the world slowly turned hazier Albedo did not change.

“On the other hand white lilies or their other name ‘Cecilia’ are more… potent.” Albedo smiled a little more at your foggy eyes, unable to listen to what he was saying yet the hands that were holding the cup that was now on his hand empty, you were now holding his wrist tightly unable to let go, clinging.

“They last for a long time and if consumed every day their effects are irreversible. Rather than something soft like roses their effects are more... obsessive.” Moving slowly his hand, the touch was soft almost like feather when he touched your lips and cheeks. The butterflies felt almost erratic in your stomach as he slowly removed the little leftover tea that spilled from the teacup.

“I would like to test its effects... if that is okay with you?” Albedo asks slowly pulling closer. He is quite happy with the results.

Note: Hope you guys liked this. I really had fun writing this one in particular! Reblog if you like it, I would really appreciate it~!!

#albedo #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere x you #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin albedo #albedo kreideprinz #genshin impact albedo #yandere albedo #yandere genshin #tw yandere #tw drugging #yandere genshin impact #love potion #love potion au #mayu event

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1130

Submitted by @dollopheadedmerlin - thanks!

Whumpee is put under some sort of obedience spell (potion, curse, drug, etc.) And is used against their team to do horrible things. When rescued, they are unable to undo the effects, having them remain obedient to every command. After undoing commands that hinder the whumpee ("you are to sleep when you please" to counter "you shall only sleep when I tell you to" for example) the whumpee still drones around like they have tasks to keep track of. 

When asked why they don't feel more free, whumpee admits that even neutral commands meant to fee them of obedience plague their mind, as they are just as obligated to follow them as they are harmless ones, leaving them in a dazed state most of the time, unable to think normally. 

#I LIKE IT #i just love the idea of them going to face the Big Bad to undo the spell but the whumpee has to wear headphones to avoid #someone telling him what to do #poor guy cant even go on a mission as he'd be a liability #magic whump #obedience spells #potions #drugs #curses #tw: drugged #tw: drugging #rescue #forced to comply #psychological whump #emotional whump

[steamsalenotifier]

The game publisher/developers tinyBuild are having a massive sale!

This sale has actually been going on for a few days already- it began on April 5th. I didn't quite notice it until today though, so here we are! The sale will be ongoing until April 12th.

There's quite a large number of games that are discounted here, even beyond the ones shown here. The Party Hard series, the Hello Neighbor series, Surgeon Simulator, Not For Broadcast, Clustertruck, Lovely Planet Arcade, I Am Bread....

To reiterate, the sale doesn't end until April 12th, at approximately noon EST (time according to the email I received.) If you're looking for a new game to try out, be sure to check this sale out before it ends!

#steam #steam sale #pc gaming #pc games #happy's humble burger farm #potion craft #hello neighbor #pathologic #pathologic 2 #party hard #not for broadcast #rhythm sprout #speedrunners #despot's game #nitro kid #lovely planet #lovely planet arcade #surgeon simulator #tinybuild #tinybuild games #blood tw #blood cw #video games

[shouta-edits]

"heyyyo! if requests are still open, i’d love to request a noodle x willy wonka moodboard from the wonka (2023) movie!! maybe themes of chocolates/candy, love potions and romantic kissing? <3 much love, ty for reading!"-

@i-smoke-chapstick requested

[Ps: I'm so sorry i thought it said stimboard instead of moodboard 💀. I hope you still like it anyway.]

#wonka 2023 #willy wonka #noodle #age gap tw #age difference cw #willy wonka x noodle #love potion aesthetic #food cw #candy aesthetic #chocolate aesthetic #kissing aesthetic #anti harassment #proship #proship safe #request fill #proship edit blog #[assignment passed back... /requested finished] #proshippers please interact #moodboard #antis dni #hate will be blocked

[angelic-fertility-potion-au]

Been quiet ‘round here. How’s everyone doing?

Lucifer: It hasn’t been that quiet…but Husk and his triplets are staying with me and Osian for a few days while we sort out some things.

Husk: I have a doctor’s appointment with a doctor in Sloth. Lucifer has gotten me special permission since this is a unique case. So Charlie and Vaggie will babysit the little ones.

Star: *flutters over and Husk catches her*

Husk: Hey Star, whatcha doing?

Star: *sense baby and starts purring and “making biscuits” on Husk’s flat tummy*

Husk: *smiles* You’re gonna be a great baker one day…*kisses her forehead*

#some fluff #hazbin hotel #angelic fertility potion au #husk #OC Star #cats knead to show love ❤️ #lucifer morningstar #ask lucifer #Lucifer #tw: mpreg #mpreg story blog #mpreg

[purble-turble]

" how the love potion works, with it not be effective if the person is in love with you already and only partially effective if they kinda love you, it would actually work SUPER well on Macaque since he doesn't love Azure at all in a romantic way."

Mmmh. If wukong (not saying he would) used a love potion on macaque, would it work because macaque is currently crazy for azure or would it not work cause macaque is naturally in love with wukong

HAHA oh my god... I think if Macaque was given a love potion that targeted Wukong while he was already under the effect of a love potion that targeted Azure.... oh man, I don't know. He might just die 🤣 Or maybe not die since he's kinda immortal, but it would absolutely make him sick in some way kinda like if he overdosed.

This is hilarious, though. Wukong sees Macaque start giving all his attention to Azure and gets jealous, but instead of just telling him how he feels like a rational person, he just gives him a love potion to try to get him back.. and Macaque responds by puking all over the table and collapsing. He's in bed for a full week and nobody knows why (except Wukong who is fretting over him the whole time feeling terribly guilty and assumes he got the potion wrong or something haha)

#ask #shadowlion #shadowpeach #love potion #tw vomiting #anonymous

[8unny9l0ck]

a sea witches love potion

#obsession #yandere #obsessive love #irl yandere #bpd #bpd shitposting #bpd yandere #bl00d #bl00dcore #yandere blog #potions #witches #gorecore #gore #gorewhore #heart shaped #posessive #smoking #cannibal tw #cannibalistic #cannibal sweetheart #ganjalover #hannibal #american psycho #american horror story #girl interrupted #goth #demonic #insane asylum #bones and all