Summary: You and Sirius and paired up to do an assignment on the strongest love potion in the world.
Warnings: None :)
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! I’ve been super busy and I ran out of ideas for stories. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!
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You look up from your book and scowl at the obnoxiously loud, infamous Marauders as they sit down for Potions. Trying to ignore them, you try to focus on the recipe for a Pepperup potion, but a loud whistle brings you from your thoughts.
You glare at the shaggy, black haired boy with a giant grin and a wink behind you.
Out of all four of the pranksters, you absolutely could not stand Sirius Black. His overwhelming arrogance, loud behavior, and cruel bullying drove you absolutely insane (though, you couldn’t say he wasn’t easy on the eyes…).
You simply turn back around and ignore him as Slughorn walks in to begin the lesson.
“Welcome, everyone! As you all know, the middle of the term is fast approaching. Lucky for you, I’ve decided to assign a partnered group project.”
Before the class can rejoice, Slughorn interrupts. “Hey, now. Before we get excited, I’ve already chosen the partners.”
Slughorn seems to ignore the resonating groan of annoyance from the class. “Each group will be assigned a particularly difficult potion they must brew along with an essay on its ingredients and effects. This will be due in two weeks.”
Grabbing a piece of parchment with several names scribbled on it, Slughorn begins to read off partners.
You begin to feel nervous many names that aren’t yours or Sirius’s pass.
“Y/N L/N and Sirius Black. You will get Amortentia.”
You feel your heart absolutely sink. Not only did you get the laziest, most obnoxious partner, but you also got assigned a love potion–a very strong love potion.
You hesitantly turn around and see Sirius beaming back at you and waving. This was going to be a very, very difficult project.
Potions passes by dreadfully slow after that. You can’t even focus on studying the recipe for a Shrinking Solution. All you can think about is dreadful thoughts about your oh so wonderful partner.
Does he even know what a potion is? you curiously think as you watch him try to decipher aconite from lavender.
As you watch him, though, you notice how his long, black locks frame his face gently, how when he smiles, his nose crinkles a little….
You snap yourself out of your trance.
Hell no. I do not like Sirius Black, never.
With that thought, you rip your eyes away from his figure and continue to focus.
“Hey, L/N!” a loud, unfortunately familiar voice calls after you.
You put a fake smile on. “Yes, Siirus?” You can’t help but breath in his strong scent of cologne.
“So, Amortentia huh?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
You frown. “Honestly, I could care less what we have to brew. This potion takes at least a week to brew, so we better get started.”
You can tell he’s about to protest. “And, I am not doing this on my own, Black.”
He groans. “Fine. Tomorrow morning in the dungeons then?”
After following the precise instructions on the recipe and spending hours studying the ingredients and their effects, you and Sirius were almost completely done with your project.
“I think it’s ready”, you call out, noticing the potion turn pearly in color.
“Thank Merlin”, Sirius mutters, heading over to look at the progress. His dark eyes look exhausted, yet, radiant as they take in the sight of the pretty liquid.
You never though spending hours with Sirius Black would be this enjoyable. While annoying at times, he was still amazingly funny and kind, always cheering you up and making you laugh.
But, you reminded yourself, Sirius was a ladies’ man. He would lose interest in you the second your project was turned in.
Your train of thought is interrupted when a strong smell of Sirius’s cologne invades your senses. You look over at him, confused. Did he put more on while you were thinking…?
Then you notice the scent is laced with the smell of a log fire burning and the smell of sweet peppermint and grass.
You let out a tiny gasp. This is what Sirius smells like.
He notices the scent immediately as well, looking over at you with wide eyes. “L/N… What do you smell?”
You flush red immediately and your throat closes up.
Sirius ignores your lack of answer. “Because…. Because I can smell these flowers, lavender I think, and I swear to Merlin its like the soap you use.”
You can’t breathe, like the air has been punched out of your lungs. Sirius moves closer to you, taking deep lungfuls of air.
“Y/N”, he says and you shiver. He’s never truly said your first name.
“Y/N, what do you smell?”
You don’t notice how close he is until you feel his warm breath on your face. Softly, you mutter your answer.
Your answer seems to snap a cord lose in Sirius and he quickly lunges forward and molds his lips to yours.
He’s surprisingly sweet and soft, and its like you can’t get enough of him. Sirius’s hands dangle in your hair softly as he continues to move his lips against yours gently.
Who knew a boring potions project would end up like this?
“I told you it would work!”
“Shut up, you idiot!”
Nearby, James Potter and Remus Lupin watch yours and Sirius’s tender moment unfold.
“Well, I told you that they both had feelings for each other, didn’t I?” James brags, huffing out his chest.
“It was my idea to change the potion they had to brew”, Remus butts in.
They both watch one of their best friend’s happy moment. Remus smiles as he looks at James. “All they needed was a little push.”
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The director sighed once the girl had scampered off, watching as everyone was currently trying to shoo the perfume bombed air out of the window, and muttered something about this being the path to his death. Adrien lingered nearby, politely waving Juleka off as she went in to put another layer of powder on his face.
What do you think about the Telltale closure? I thought their games were successful.
There’s one thing I wanted to make absolutely clear - none of this is the fault of the developers. The people who worked on the elements of the games themselves - the programmers, animators, artists, designers, producers, etc. - they are not responsible for the closure of the studio. They are not the ones who made (nor were privy to) the decisions months ago that likely doomed the company. They are the ones who deserve the most sympathy and understanding out of all of this, because all they were guilty of was following orders and making the most engaging and fun games possible for the players. The devs weren’t the ones making the corporate financial decisions. It’s unlikely even the executive producer was making those sorts of decisions. Telltale didn’t die because developer X wasn’t able to fix THAT bug.
I have the utmost sympathy for those who have lost their jobs. I’ve been there, and it is a truly awful feeling. I encourage all of you to try seeing things from their perspective. They’ve been thrust into a really bad situation - their health care likely only lasts until the end of the month (one more week), they are probably still locked into a lease because Northern California is a super expensive place to live, and many of them have families and children. Now is not the time to pester them with questions about the games or plots or whatever. Now is especially not the time to ask them to continue work on the games out of the love in their hearts or tell them what the company did wrong. They know already. Adding your two cents right now helps them precisely zero. What they need now is sympathy, support, and jobs. I hope that they each get squared away as soon as possible.
At some point in the future, I may revisit this topic after the dust settles. But for now, it’s too raw. I personally know several former Telltale devs. Some of my followers are among them. They deserve better than this.
The FANTa Project is currently on hiatus while I am crunching at work too busy.
Can I please have some Bucky flirting with Tony almost all the time, and Tony who isn’t aware at all? :)
Two projections are hurtling straight at him. Bucky raises the practise gun and takes them out in two clean shots without breaking a sweat. From the corner of his eye he spots a third racing up beside him. He grabs the rubber knife from his side, flips it, and brings it down hard through the projection. The fake enemy flickers and dies. Bucky stands and turns. He’s got the attention of the rest of the fake projection enemies. They hover in the air, create a formation, and then charge towards him across the room. Bucky smirks to himself and strides towards them, his focus intense. The formation breaks and tries to flank him, but he anticipates this. It’ll take more than that to catch him off guard. His body moves on instinct, all power and grace, and in a matter of seconds, every projected enemy is offline.
For a second, there is silence, and then Tony’s voice cuts across the open training room. “Oh. My. God.” He says, almost in disbelief.
Bucky turns and looks straight at him, and winks. “I aim to impress, doll.”
“I’m digging the murder strut. I mean that right there? Seeing you coming towards them like that, that’s enough to make the bad guys run back to their holes. Better than a Jericho ever was.”
“Murder strut?” Bucky asks, cocking an eyebrow and sauntering across the room towards Tony and the others.
“Yeah, you know. That thing you do. Your scary power walk. The one that says ‘head up I’m gunning for you.”
“I don’t murder strut,” Bucky says in mock horror.
“Yeah, you kind of do,” Steve agrees, setting his shield down. “But it works.”
I dont know if you're aware, but there's this other similar game yo yours called my candy love and they're releasing a sequel where they got rid of 4 out of 5 of the main love interests for the continuation. I'm a big fan of SE and I was wondering if you were going to do something similar, if you do a sequel :(
I have to admit that I’m surprised to receive this so soon considering this topic is barely 2 days old in the My Candy Love fandom.
First off, you don’t have to worry about this anytime soon, Sweet Elite is planned to go on for years. So, relax :)
Furthermore, when Sweet Elite does finish, and that will be after at least 50 chapters, then we will make sure that all of you will have a satisfying, well-written ending with your chosen LI. There are no sequels planned for now. The current ending of Sweet Elite, including the epilogue, pretty much wraps up everything about your Scholar’s adventures and relationships.
If we DO end up making a sequel, we won’t make you break up with your LI. We won’t pick and choose the fan-favorite LIs for spin offs. We won’t give massive time gaps between the sequel and the main. That is something I can promise you.
If you read @chinomiko’s latest post explaining the situation, you’ll find that what she says makes a lot of sense. She works for a business. She has deadlines. She needs to make her bosses happy. It’s normal and I don’t think you should be upset at her for that, she’s probably doing the best she can considering her restrictions. The Sweet Elite Staff does not approve of any kind of harassement towards her and the rest of the team.
The difference between Sweet Elite and My Candy Love however is that the MCL staff works for Beemoov, a company. They don’t have the full control on all operations. By contrast, I’m the owner of the company that owns Sweet Elite. I can basically do whatever I want within the limits of the doable.
For now, Sweet Elite’s production is going to be much more flexible than what you are used to with other online otome games. It’s up to you to try out Sweet Elite and figure out whether our format will be good for you.
Our demo comes out in less than a week too! So it won’t be too long of a wait :)
Dangan-bloopers AU: Komaeda's insane despair/hope speech after Chiaki dies except he stumbles and slowly devolves into "fuck fuck fuck shit uhhh hope despair heLP" and everyone else is trying and failing to not collapse on the floor in a laughing fit. The director calls cut shortly after.
Again a prompt that reminds me of an AU I once planned over a year ago but never wrote, but mainly because I had no idea how I could write it. This was an Actor AU where they filmed everything that happened in the games/animes as a school project
Just this dramatic moment where Nagito needs to play it out perfectly but just one moment of stumbling over his words lead to him completely losing his composure and it leads to everyone breaking character because they have to laugh so much, including the “dead” Chiaki who is suddenly rolling on the floor laughing
Since I’m still not sure about how I would work with this AU, I might as well share them here now for you to read, since they would fit so well into this AU
Kazuichi feels totally awkward having to flirt/stalk Sonia and always apologizes for it. What makes it worse is that he also feels immensely bad for having to fight his boyfriend Gundham for the affection of their best friend
During one of Nagito’s scenes he is too late and the others start looking for him so that they can continue filming. Chiaki then finds him in the closet together with Hajime, which leads to this awful attempt of a joke: Chiaki: *looks at them* *calls out to the others* Nagito’s in the closet Fuyuhiko: *in the distance* I thought he already outed himself?
When they find Sakura‘s “corpse” Aoi shouts “No, not my wife” in the most over the top dramatic way possible, that everyone starts laughing and Sakura nearly falls from her chair
Whatever is asked during set, everyone just shouts “Tell them, Naegi!”
“Tell them, Naegi” wasn’t originally in the script, however Byakuya forgot his line during filming and simply improvised out of a joke, which actually worked and was put into the script in the end
The couples have a competition going on between them who can gain the most shippers while staying perfectly in character Everyone also jokes that Fuyuhiko and Peko have an unfair advantage since they are already as good as married during the show
Gundham’s execution took the most tries to finish since all the animals always stopped to cuddle and play with the breeder instead of “running him over”
When Mondo had to punch Makoto during the prologue, he actually hit the other by accident and did actually knocked him out without meaning to
Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.
“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.
Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.
Dean blinks. “Him?”
Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”
Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.
Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.
Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.
any "studying dark magic in the middle of the night" apprentice sorceress prompts?
1) “You’re going to hurt your eyes reading in candlelight like that, you know.” The sorceress startled, slamming the book shut and trying to look innocent. The effect of innocence was thoroughly ruined by the slammed book and the fact she promptly began coughing dust. Her mentor raised their brows, about as convinced by the display as one might expect. “Come to me if you have any questions, and for Morgana’s sake, put the lights on.” “You’re not angry?” “Curiosity is natural. I would prefer you to come to me about this than cause inadvertent harm because you don’t know what you’re doing and are too tired to focus on your other studies. We will talk about your deception in the morning.”
2) She didn’t mean for the spell to go wrong. Nobody ever meant for these things to go wrong. The demon stepped over her immaculate blood circle as if it were nothing, no cage at all. It shouldn’t have been able to leave the circle! Her heart raced in terror. “Your pronunciation was a little off, dear,” was all the demon said. “Show me.” It took the book with a long-suffering sigh, flicking through the sorceress’ notes, before sniffing. “It’s better if you use other people’s blood as a beginner. Easier to control than your own.” “Um, thanks,” she managed.
3) The project went perfectly. Of course it did - she always excelled at her studies. She studied the other apprentice, eyes glazed over, mind pliant to her will, with glee. The rush of power was giddying. She’d started small, mice and spiders, but this…oh it was nothing on this. It just felt right. The next step, the ultimate step, would be to have her mentor. For now… “Wake up,” she whispered. “And forget.”