stinging spell

Under Your Spell: Jimin (SMUT)

Originally posted by chimchams

Witch!AU: You attend the same school as Jimin, but you’re rivals. (Or at least that’s what you tell yourself). He pulls a prank on you and you decide to get your revenge on him by giving him a potion. But the potion backfires when you accidentally mess it up. 

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), foul language, choking, and hair pulling.

Word count: 4,276


Your school was flooded with toads. Slimy little reptiles croaking and jumping around in the classrooms and halls. One of the little creatures hopped from the top of your head and you shrieked, messily rummaging your hair. You knew this prank was meant for you. You hated reptiles, especially toads and frogs. Only two people knew of your fear for them: your best friend and your sworn enemy, Jimin Park (who was unfortunately a super handsome upperclassman with a knack for spectacular pranks).

You regretted the day he found out about one of your greatest fears. You had been too careless when it slipped past your lips, not noticing his presence until it was too late. With your wand, you zapped the toad to who knows where, you just wanted it away from you.

You continue to use your magic to clear a path for you.

“I swear I’ll kill this idiot when I find him.” You grumbled to yourself. When you came into the hallway, you could see some of the teachers getting rid of the toads and for this you were extremely thankful.

“Now, if I were Jimin Park, where would I be?” You thought aloud and had an “aha!” moment. You knew just where he was.


As soon as you opened the doors to the school’s roof, you saw him leaning against the railing. You roll your eyes when you see a smug smile settle on his handsome face.

“Took you long enough, princess.” You approach him with your hands balled into fists. He doesn’t even look slightly fazed when you send him your deadliest glare. “Did you like my little gift?” He chuckles and continued, “It’s your birthday, right? Consider the toads a present.”

He eased his hand into your slightly messy hair, effectively untangling the strands and causing you to blush. “You still had some frog juice in your hair.” Your face is now beet red and it only causes him to laugh harder.

“Reverse the spell and apologize. If you do, I’ll consider forgiving you.” You offered him to which he only smirked.

“And if I don’t?” He inches closer to you, his minty breath fanning your flushed face. His eyes flickered to your full lips and you almost didn’t catch his pink tongue swiping across his own puffy lips. You wanted to back away because his scent was so damn intoxicating. Somehow the gap between you two was closing and you weren’t sure which one of you were leaning in closer.

Just as your eyes began to droop, you came to your senses and out of instinct, you slapped him. Not hard, but you’re sure it left a little sting.

“R-reverse the spell or else!” You threatened with a cracked voice, probably from how embarrassed you were. Your blush would probably never go away. You rushed away from him and back into the warmth of the school.

He was left there, stunned. His gaping mouth slowly closed and raised, settling into his signature smirk. Was he a masochist, because he wasn’t sure that slap should have turned him on. Or maybe he wasn’t a masochist, instead it was your fiery attitude that set him off. Kissing you crossed his mind as soon as your plump lips turned into a snarl that only you could make look sexy.

Gosh, you made him want you so much. The little feud between you two only added fuel to his fire. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of your embarrassed yet cute face.  

Oh, how he’d love it if your pretty face was covered in his cum. The thoughts running through his mind were far too dirty for him to be having about a girl who was his junior. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were so effortlessly sexy.

So much sexier than the girl who threw themselves at him every day. He never bothered with them because you entertained and occupied him enough. He hated how other guys gawked at you when you wore the short uniform skirt. Your legs were nice and long. Smooth and silky. He imagined his hand caressing your legs with his strong hands and his head buried deep between your thick thighs.

God, he was getting too carried away, almost wanting to jerk his hardening cock on the school’s roof. His next class didn’t have you in it and he wasn’t sure if he could go without taking care of himself. What if he saw you in the class after next and came in his pants at the sight of your mesmerizing body.

‘Fuck it.’ He thought before rubbing his cock through his jeans. ‘It’s now or never.’


You were in the lab where the students were free to use the equipment to practice spells or potions. You were the only one in the lab, focusing on making a potion for Jimin. Since he hadn’t stopped those ugly toads yet, you were cooking up something special for him.

Although you weren’t great at making potions, you looked up a simple one that would cause the drinker of it bad luck. You were mad at him for almost ruining your birthday but at the same time, he made you want to suck him off until he shot his load down your throat.

You hated how wet he made you every time he touched you or how you thought he was so sexy when he bit his lip out of concentration. Your mind was foggy as you grabbed the cup of rose petals. You almost screeched when you dumped the whole cup into the brew because the recipe only called for ¼ a cup. Then a sparkling pink poof came from the brew shortly after. Uh oh?

You blamed Jimin for distracting you with these lewd thoughts. You groaned and sighed. The petals were the last step to the potion and you didn’t want to start over. You didn’t think there would be any bad side effects…uh, at least not any serious side effects.

You poured the potion into a small vial and put it in your pocket. You hurriedly cleaned your station and made your way to Jimin’s locker. You made sure the coast was clear before tapping his lock with your wand. It easily unlocked and you pulled the metal door open. You searched for a drink that he might have inside his locker and you were ecstatic to see that he kept a bottle of raspberry tea in it. You twisted the cap open and quickly poured the contents of the potion inside of the bottle.

You twisted the top back tightly and closed the door before securing it with the lock. You avoided stepping on toads as you made your way to the cafeteria and slid into your seat next to your best friend, Sam.

“Hmm…you look suspicious,” Sam chuckles and touches your forehead with his cold palm, “And you’re sweating. Did you do something naughty?” He smirks and winks. You blush, knowing exactly what he was insinuating and you shake your head.

“Shut up, it’s nothing like that.” You elbow him softly.

“So, these frogs…Jimin’s doing?” You immediately groan and nod.

“He says they were a birthday present.” Sam just chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two seriously need to fuck and get it over with. How did he even know it was your birthday?” Sam pulls his lunch from his bag and you follow suit.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone except you. Maybe he found out just to play a prank on me.” You take a sip of your juice, feeling a little bitter about the situation if that was the case.

“Speak of the devil and he may appear.” Sam nods his head to where Jimin had just entered the cafeteria, his raspberry tea in his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip when you see just how disheveled his clothing is and the prominent bulge in his pants. His hair was messy and you wondered which of one of these girls had the privilege of fucking Jimin Park.

His eyes locked onto yours and you could have sworn they were shining with a mischievous glint.

“Damn, there is so much sexual tension between y’all. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Sam excused himself and left you sitting alone. Jimin had the perfect opportunity to slide into the seat Sam left.

You had no idea what to say to him as he stared at you. Something unfamiliar swam around in his chocolate brown orbs and you were mad because the more you stared at them, the longer you wanted to ride his face. You finally found your voice but it was so small, you surprised yourself. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“I was just wondering how my princess was doing.” You clamp your thighs together. You were used to him calling you princess but this time it was different. He had never called you his princess. Something was different about him. You looked to the half empty tea bottle and furrowed your eyebrows. He was supposed to be stumbling around this place, tripping over his own two feet. Jumbling up his words and slipping on invisible water.

Maybe the rose petals added a different affect to the potion. Damn it, you really should have started over.

“You really are something else, Y/N. The things you do to me.” He sucks in a breath and scoots his chair closer to yours. “Makes me lose my mind.” You were so thankful the two of you were in the back of the cafeteria, someone may have noticed how his strong hand rubbed tiny circles on your smooth thigh.  

You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you were oddly curious as to where this would lead. Jimin was never this forward and you knew that this was partially your fault for messing up the potion and giving it to him anyway.

“I knew there was something wrong with me the moment I drank my tea. A feeling erupted inside of me, one that I’ve been trying to push a side for the longest time. Lust.” His voice was ten times deep than normal and every time he spoke against your neck, it sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t seem to control myself. All I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and spank you for tampering with my drink.”

‘Shit. He knows.’

“You’ve gotta be more careful, princess. I saw you leaving my locker, but I hadn’t known what you did until it became clear.” He pulled you up by your arm and led you out of the cafeteria. Some students stared, bewildered to see Jimin using such force with you.

“Where are you taking me, Jimin Park? I demand to know, right now!” You were startled when he slammed your body into the lockers, creating a loud bang.

“You don’t get to demand anything, I’m the one in charge. You just suck my cock and look pretty when you swallow my cum.” He cupped your face in his hands and licked your lips. “You’re so sexy, but you already know that, don’t you? That’s why you always seem to make me hard with one glance.”

He grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the empty labs where you had first made his potion. Once you were inside, he locked the door and sat in one of the chairs. “Strip for me, princess.”

You found yourself moving fluently, like you had done this every day for him. His voice held so much authority over you. You wouldn’t even question him anymore. Your shirt was already on the floor and your skirt followed quickly. You went to unhook your bra before he stopped you.

“Not yet. I want to see you dance.” He began to palm himself through his pants and you didn’t know if you could wait any longer to have him down your throat.

Your hips began to sway to a beat that was in your mind, but you knew that he could hear it too. He was mesmerized by the beauty of your exotic dancing. You bit your lip when you could see him unzipping his jeans. Your hands teasingly brushed over your clothed breasts and traveled down towards your soaking pussy.

You turned around and bent over, your ass high in the air. You hooked your thumbs into your lace panties and pulled them down your thick thighs ever so slowly. You could hear him groan when he got an eyeful of your ass. You finally took off your bra and turned to face him.

Your nipples were more erect than you thought, probably from the cold air conditioning mixed with anticipation.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over to him with his index finger. When you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and you came crashing down on his lap. His erect dick rubbed right against your clit and you moaned simultaneously. Still gripping your waist, he rolled his hips and it created a lot of friction that was just making you wetter.

“You’ve been so bad, putting something in my drink. But you’ve been good too, listening to daddy like the good girl you are. Daddy doesn’t know if he should reward or punish you.” He hungrily kissed you and moved his muscular hands down to your plump ass. He slapped it and kneaded it like it was dough. Kissing your neck, he mumbles, “I think you should suck daddy off.”

You nodded eagerly and dropped to your knees. You were way more excited than you should have been. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his glorious abs and his broad chest. You marveled at the sight of the veins running through his sculpted arms.

You quickly pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs and moaned at how beautiful his cock was. His hand tangled itself in your hair as it guided you to his cock. “Suck.” He commanded and you instantly obliged.

You took his red tip into your mouth and licked over the slit slowly, tasting the precum that began to build up. He sucked in air through his teeth and grunted. Your tongue traced over the most prominent vein, making him moan. You giggled after seeing his reaction. “Did you like that, daddy?”

His eyes were glazed over as he nodded, tightening his grip in your hair. You sucked at the base of his shaft and grazed over it with your teeth. His body jerked as you gripped his cock tightly, using your tongue to pay special attention to his sensitive tip.

He was already wide enough and it didn’t make it better when you felt him growing harder in your hand. He tugged on your hair and guided your mouth down his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You let out a strangled cough as your burning throat began to get used to his massive girth. He pulled you up for air, his chest heaving heavily. When you regained your breath, he slid himself down your throat again, trying to let you get used to deep throating him. “You take my cock so well, baby.” He felt his orgasm building and quickly pulled your mouth from his dick.

You were slightly saddened but the feeling was quickly replaced by him lifting you up and onto his thigh. His thigh tensed when your slick met it. You moaned and moved your hips on his thigh. He groaned and pulled your hair, revealing your neck to him. He bit and sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

His strong thigh tensed and you threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. “Does that feel good, princess? Do you like riding my thigh?” You nodded and moved on his thigh quicker.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You whimpered and yelped as he slapped your ass. He rubbed your clit as you grinded against his thigh. He toyed with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. Jimin brought his thigh up and dug it into your slit harder, clenching it against your pussy that was growing wetter as he continued to please you with his taut muscle.

Just when you felt your orgasm near, he stopped and lifted your hips off him. “You’re so fucking sexy, princess. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.” He bent you over the table and spread your ass cheeks. “Look how wet you are, glistening for me. For my cock.” He slapped your ass again and rubbed the area where it was growing a crimson red.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against the table top. You felt his fingers sliding smoothly up and down your wet folds. His finger slipped inside of your wet cunt and you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of someone hearing you if you were too loud.

“I want to hear you.” He added another finger into your wetness, scissoring them while trying to spread your folds so that the stretch wouldn’t be too overwhelming when he was inside of you.

You didn’t want to risk getting caught, but you didn’t want to disobey him either. You moved your hand and he quickly grabbed your arm, guiding your hand to your ass. You could feel his tip prodding at your entrance and you instantly got the gist.

You held your ass open for him so that he could easily slip his massive cock inside your warm pussy. He grabbed his dick and coated it in your slick by running it up and down your slit. He smirked when you started to beg for him to fuck you already. He used his thumbs to open your slit and slowly slide his dick in.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from your throat when he filled you to the hilt. He massaged your hips and let them rest there. He groaned when he felt just how tight you were. You were clenching around him and he had barely even moved. He slowly pulls out just to hear you whine.

Jimin pushes back into you fast, no time being wasted. Your pussy was throbbing around him and he smirked, “Already, princess?” He chuckles as the sweat starts to collect on his forehead. You can’t even for coherent words as he thrusts inside of you deeply. He couldn’t gain a lot of speed because of how you were gripping onto his shaft so tightly.

“F-faster. Please!” You were on the verge of screaming because his dick was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You groaned as he gripped your waist harder and began to pound into you at a quicker speed.

The more he fucked you, the more he grew animalistic. Your hot cavern was sending him into a world that was purely intoxicating. He pulled you up by your hair and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He growled in your ear as you pulsated around his girth.

“Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.” He squeezed his free hand around your throat while the other was gripping your hair. You gasped and moaned at the sensation. The feeling was new and absolutely amazing.  

Your airway was getting cut off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Tell me!” He grunted and let your neck go before sending an ear shattering smack down onto your ass.

“Oh, fuck daddy it feels so fucking good!” You yelled when your neck was finally released from his restricted hold. His thrusts were getting relentless, never slowing as he claimed your throbbing pussy as his.

Before you could register what was happening, his cock was gone and you were turned around. You could barely stand on your own and you were more than grateful when he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the table.

Jimin grabbed you by the throat and pressed a smoldering kiss to your lips. They were most likely going to be swollen for a couple of days. He spread your legs wide with his own and slipped his cock back into you.

You broke the kiss by letting out a loud mewl. “Make me cum, daddy.” You whispered as you saw white spots begin to cloud your vision. He went back to fucking you hard and rough, snapping his hips into yours mercilessly.

He watched you intensely, loving the way you bit your lip so hard it looked as if you were going to chew it off. Or how your neck was littered with love bites that he put there. As he thrusted into you, his hands traveled down your chest and groped your tit into his hand. He suckled one of your nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

He moaned against your chest as you praised him and tugged on his roots. He growled when your nails scratched his scalp lovingly. Your head flew back when he bit down onto your sensitive bud.

Jimin groaned when your nails dug into his back, indicating the start of your climax. Your body trembled and shuddered as it was taken over by your pent-up orgasm. You dragged your nails down his glistening back and let out a guttural moan.

You were throbbing more erratically around his cock and it brought him closer to his spine shattering orgasm. He growled loudly and gripped your throat again, tightening his hand around it slightly as he pulled out and desperately shot his seeds all over your stomach and chest.

You breathed deeply, a crimson tint suddenly covered your cheeks. Jimin collapsed on top of you and panted loudly, his heaving chest moving to the same rhythm as yours. As much as you wanted to stay like this, you knew this was only a one time thing.

“Jimin…class is going to start soon. We should leave.” You pushed on his shoulder but he didn’t budge, instead he just groaned.

“I want to stay like this…” He mumbled against your skin and nipped at it, causing you to shiver in delight.

“That’s just the potion talking.” You assured him and lifted him off you with the little bit of strength you had left.

“The effects of the potion wore off a while ago. Great job by the way.” He chuckles and gathers his clothing.

“I should have started over. If I did when I had the chance, this wouldn’t be happening.” You tugged your panties up your legs after wiping yourself clean with the napkins that were in the room.

“So, you regret doing this?” He feigns hurt but you can see his eyes are betraying him. You knew deep down he was really hurt by what you said.

“No offense Jimin, but I’ve heard about how many of the girls here have done things with you.” You pulled your shirt over your head and ruffled your hair.

“C’mon, Y/N. Those are just rumors, I promise I’ve never done that with any girl here.” After he was fully dressed, he stepped closer to you and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “You’re the only one I can think about. Why do you think I tease you so much? Haven’t your parents ever told you that if a boy messes with you, it’s because he likes you?” He smiles cutely and you weren’t even sure if this was the same guy who had just fucked you into oblivion.

Jimin sensed the uncertainty in your movements and he pecked your forehead, “Just give me a chance. If I mess up, you have every right to beat my ass and break up with me. Just know that I won’t stop until you’re mine again.”

You searched his eyes for any source of a lie and you were so thankful you couldn’t find one. “Fine. I guess I could give you a chance.” You were nonchalant about it but on the inside, you were jumping with joy.

“You won’t regret it.” He kissed you and spun you around. Once he set you down, you gave him a genuine smile.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with my arch nemesis.” He laughs at your comment and corrects you.

“Former arch nemesis. Oh, happy birthday by the way.” He pecks your lips and grins.

“Toads…really?” You hit his chest and he pouted. “That was your first strike!”

“What?! That happened before we started dating.” You fixed the collar of his shirt and brought his face closer to yours.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to earn that strike back.” You winked at him and made your way to the door and opened it.

Jimin’s weight forced it closed as he blocked your path. “Why don’t I earn it back right now?” He smirked, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

What were you going to do with this boy and his excessive sex drive?


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This is Where I Lose You~One-shot (Draco Malfoy)

A/N: Draco Malfoy is one of my fucking favourite characters of all time and I’m trying to figure out why I haven’t written for him before ‘cause seriously I love him so much 

Request: @tayrae515:  Hi love, Could you do one where you and Draco had a thing but you sided with Harry and when he gets picked up and taken to the Malfoy mansion like in deathly hollows part one it’s you who gets mudblood written in your skin instead of Hermonie and Draco puts a stop to it and saves all of you because he loves you? Bad description lol but I hope you get my idea! :) thank you! ♥️♥️

Pairing: Draco x reader

Word Count: 2934

Warnings: TORTURE SCENE, BLOOD, Bellatrix being the awful human being she is, STABBING, CUTTING, SCREAMING, MORE BLOOD, sadness, swearing


Originally posted by hogwartsthings13

Once upon a time, I had been the girlfriend of a one Draco Malfoy. We had been happy. Really happy. Of course, deep down I knew that it wouldn’t last. We were teenagers in the middle of world approaching a war and we were clearly on different sides. We never acknowledged it, but we both knew it. I wasn’t oblivious to Draco’s family history. He was related to people that were known death eaters and his father probably was one. He knew I didn’t share his opinions on muggle born witches and wizards, he knew I was close friends with Harry Potter and a number of other Gryffindors that he didn’t approve of, but we ignored all of it. A voice in the back of my mind told me that the heartbreak would only be worse the longer we stayed together.

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Don't Leave

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Requested: No
Warning(s): Mentions of death (Fred)

“George? George!” Y/N screamed into the emptying halls. The battle was raging, green flashes surrounding her and death eaters falling. She couldn’t find George or Fred, her best friends, though. It was time to tell George how she felt.

“George!” she screamed desperately. “George, where are you?”

“He’s in the rafters with Fred and dad!” Ginny yelled from somewhere nearby, and Y/N nodded quickly. She raced to the staircases she’d found with the twins years before and ran up them.

And there he was. She’d recognize him anywhere.

“George!” she called frantically, and he turned around.

“Y/N, what are you doing here? I told you to stay with my mum!”

“No. I couldn’t. George, I have to tell you something, and I wasn’t going to let either of use die without you knowing. I love you.” Y/N grabbed his hands and held them tightly. “I have for ages, and I should’ve told you, but I was too scared. I love you so much, George. I couldn’t die without telling you.”

George gasped, struggling to remove his hands from her grip. As soon as she let him go, he grabbed her face and kissed her. He broke away, tears in his eyes.

“If we’re going to die, I wanted to do that at least once. I love you too.” he breathed out. He pressed one more kiss to her lips before pushing her away.

“Now go. Find my mother and stay with her. I’ll find you.”

Y/N nodded, tears threatening to cloud her vision. She ran back down the stairs, trying not to trip as she searched for Molly in the destroyed corridors.

“Molly? Molly Weasley!” she called as she raced around corners, firing spells when she needed to. It was hard to see through all the smoke and debris.

“Over here, Y/N!” Molly yelled, wand pointed at the death eaters surrounding her and a couple other students. “Help us out, would you?”

Y/N fired a couple curses, stinging hexes, and spells at the death eaters, causing them to fall. “‘atta girl!” Molly cheered.

And then the battle stopped. Voldemort’s voice filled their ears, telling them what to do. Y/N and Molly walked to the great hall with the students they’d been helping. It was full of injured people and dead friends.

And Y/N knew once she saw him. “No.” she whispered, frozen in place. “No, not him.” she repeated as she ran to his side.

“No! Fred! Come back!” she sobbed, hands scrabbling for something, anything, until her hands were taken in someone else’s. She looked up through her tears to see George holding her hands. Tears were streaming down his messy cheeks as he looked down at her and his dead twin.

“Y/N,” he croaked. She surged up to hug him, the both of them crying uncontrollably. Fred was gone.

“Promise me you won’t leave. Promise you won’t die. Don’t leave me, Y/N. I love you.” George murmured repeatedly.

“I won’t.”

Originally posted by elisabettajpg

Household Herbs - Magical Associations and Uses

So many spells call for strange herbs you definitely don’t have on hand. But what can you do with the ones that you already have?

The following is a list common household herbs that you may already have in your cupboards, and will act as a handy reference guide for how to incorporate them into spells based on their magical (and some medicinal*!*) properties. If none of these are common in your household, this article isn’t for you I’m sorry.

Below the cut, we have: basil, bay leaves, black pepper, cayenne pepper, chili pepper, cinnamon, coconut, cloves, cumin, garlic, ginger, lemon (juice or extract), marjoram, mustard (powdered or seed), nutmeg, onion, orange (extract), parsley, red pepper, rosemary, sage, salt, thyme, vanilla (extract), vinegar

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Three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. (Carry On)

The Sun


I ran as fast as I could. I was never athletic and running was always difficult. But I ran. I lost Simon. He is gone. I needed to find him before he is lost to us all.
Air was freezing in my lungs because of how fast I ran. I would have thrown up any other day but now Simon is the only think important. I have no spell to find. Magic is limited. The laws of magic prevent us from finding those who wish to kill themselves.

Earlier that day:
Simon sat with his legs crossed on the Great Lawn. His eyes were focused on the sky. He has this way of looking at the sky, like he sees something new the longer he looks at it. Like he earns for it. I, on the other hand, like to look at Simon when he looks at the sky. He is just so calm. “Penny?”
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“I have a stupid question.”
“Go ahead. I am used to it. I actually prefer it. It is better when you ask first and then act. The results are much more pleasant.”
“Do you think I will ever find my parents?”
I cough on my tea and have to spit some back into my thermos. “Simon. Honey. Please.”
“It is not some depressing thought. I want your unbiased opinion. What do you think are my chances that I learn their names? Will looking harder help? I gave up on the idea that they are looking for me long ago.”
I put my tea down. I look at him as he still looks at the sky. Maybe he is fighting not to cry. “Simon. My dear Simon. Please…”
“Penny, I don’t need pity. I had enough of it. I want your honest opinion. I am even completely open to the idea that they are both dead. That does not change the fact that I want to know who they are. It could explain very simple things. Like… you know…” He trails off. I could never handle talking to him about this. I don’t have the heart to say: “After all the searching we did, it is impossible for them to be found.” I just can’t say that.

The Moon


It was late in the night and I headed to the Mage’s office. He specifically ordered me to stay away from his office tonight but this was important. I have asked him many times about my parents yet I had a burning question. He swore to me that he knows neither my mother nor father. But he must be around their age. He may know without directly knowing that he does. I needed to talk to him. I paused in front of the office before letting myself in.

It is a very large room. The Mage usually hangs around the front at his desk but he is no where to be found. I hold completely still and listen closer. I hear his voice and decide to follow as quietly as I possibly could. I peek into the small drawing room that was in the back. Baz let me know that his mother had an elegant comfortable room there and the mage turned into a knock off beer hall.

I see him pacing around the room. I wiggle around from side to side and I spot his friend Mendax sitting in an emerald green arm chair. I don’t really like him. He is a bald man with no chin and unpleasant expression. Baz pointed out that his name literary translates as “Liar” from Latin. I put a hand over my mouth and listen, just out of curiosity.

“What am I supposed to do about him? He cannot control his power. Having your best chance be a wild card is not a plan.”
I didn’t need any other information to guess who he was talking about. Mendax dips a cookie into his small cup of tea before taking a bite and talking with a full mouth. “Simon is an impulsive young boy. You are expecting too much from him.”
“After all these years, he still lacks discipline. I can give as many warnings as I want. As many orders as I want. He will follow his gut anyway. He will follow his gut of a cliff one day and I cannot do anything about it.” That hurt a little. He may had a point but that doesn’t mean I am some awful person who takes nothing into consideration. I thought only Baz saw me that way. 

“But I guess, he gets it from Lucy.” My heart stop and I couldn’t breathe. What was he talking about? Who is Lucy?

Mendax swallowed his cookie and chocked on it a little. “That Lucy Salisbury was hell of a girl. She didn’t seem like your type.”
“She wasn’t. But she listened and was powerful. That is all I wanted for Simon. Seems like it was too much to ask for.” I didn’t understand anything. Nothing made sense to me anymore. But why I am crying. I didn’t want to find out anymore. Yet I can’t run. I can’t move. The world slowed down and nothing else but the conversation happening in the other room was going on.

“Did you love her?”

“What has that got to do with anything?” He asks. “Lucy’s loss was tragic but inevitable. She couldn’t give birth to Simon without dying. I realized a week before.”

“Was it a little cruel to let your wife die to make sure she gave birth to a powerful child who you wanted to be the Chosen One?”

“It was one of the hardest things I had to do. Having my own son grow up in the system was not easy for me. But it is like you don’t understand.”

“But I do.”

“I had to let both Simon and Lucy go for the position I am in. I gave them up for my Reforms.“

The Truth


The sky was miserably lit by the moon tonight. It felt too bright to be a real night and that meant that I won’t be getting any proper sleep.

I then felt it. I didn’t understand what it was at first and I didn’t get to right away. It took me so fast that I did not notice that Bunce running like an insane maniac before she crashed right into me, sending us both flying.

“Bunce, what the hell?” I wanted to yell at her more but I saw her face was bright red and she was out of breath. When she looked me straight in the eyes, the feeling was back. It was a smell. The smell of blood. Simon’s blood. Horror filled my body. “What happened?” I yell. “Simon. I couldn’t find him with my usual finding spell. I used the all but the dead finding spell and I couldn’t find him.”

I didn’t need to be told what that means. The all but the dead is a difficult spell that is used to find anyone alive. The spells excludes anyone who is dead and anyone who is considering death with such seriousness that they already could as dead.

Bunce gets up, coughs a few times, and marches away, no longer having the energy to run. She was going in the wrong way. It was now all around me. The smell of Simon’s blood. I got up and started to run. I ran as fast as I could. It was too fast to be human and I never allow myself to run this fast in Watford. But I don’t care. It wasn’t just Simon’s life on the line. But mine too.
I cannot live without him.

I chase the smell into the woods. I must have caught the smell on a passing wind from there. Tears were pouring because I was running so fast. Tears were pouring because I could loose Simon.

I never wanted to tell Simon how I feel about him. But he is also not allowed to die before I tell him.

I run and run and stop.

Sound cries are heard from the distance. I found him. My dearest Simon.
He is lying on the earth. His wrists are torn open in many deep cuts.


When we are struck, we feel pain. When we are struck harder, we feel nothing. We go numb.

My body is numb. My mind is numb. The dead must be lucky.

I didn’t question or wonder how Baz appeared by side. He turned my face to him. In the beginning, I didn’t register what he was saying. But he is screaming. Crying. Tears were pouring down his face as he yelled. I’ve never seen with an expression like this. It brings me back. I start to hear his voice.

I blink, feeling a little confused. Why is he so bothered? Why would anyone be bothered? “Look at me, Simon. Please. I need you. I really need you. Please don’t leave me.”

What shocked me most that I was able to feel pain. The numbness was gone. Pain flooded my body. I was alive. I felt ashamed. How could I let myself die and leave Baz when he wants me to stay? I was in no state to think much about the past or future. I didn’t think about how Baz hates me and plans to kill me. Right now, he desperately wanted me alive and I felt alive again. To be alive is to feel pain.

I coughed and looked at him. It brought him back from his panic. He started healing my wounds with spells. I don’t really remember making them but I know that I made them myself. His healing spells really sting.

“I’m sorry.” I say, I didn’t want to see him cry like this.

“Simon. Love. Please tell me what happened.”
I face the sky again. “Mystery over. I know who my parents are.”
His spells pause and he focuses on me. “My mother is a woman named Lucy. My father was… is the Mage. He did something to me before I was born. It made sure that I would kill my mom when she would have me. The Mage didn’t want to deal with me until I was useful to him. I am a cruel joke to this world. You were right.”

The silence felt very long. Baz recovers and starts to cast healing spells again. “It is non-sense, Simon. You are a gift to this world. We are blessed to have you walk among us.” My heart felt heavy when he said it. “Why would you say that?” I asked.

“I love you, idiot. You are not a cruel joke, you are an amazing person with a bright future. Forget the Mage and his plans for you. You have your own.”

“Do you really love me?” It caught him of guard and he turned red and looks away. I take his hand. It was difficult to move but I had to.

“Does it matter? I know you don’t.”

“I do.” It felt like a confession that I held back for a really long time.

He looks back at me shocked. I didn’t think I would ever smile again but I did.

I closed my eyes when I felt his cool smooth lips press against mine.


Name: Nettle (Stinging Nettle, Ortiga Ancha, devil’s claw, devil’s plaything, burn nettle, burn hazel, burn weed) 

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire

Diety: Thor

Sign: Scorpio (Some believe Aries)

Powers: Exorcism, Protection, Healing, Lust, Cursebreaking

Magical Uses: 

1. Removing and sending back curses.

2. Sprinkle Nettle around the house to keep away evil.

3. Throw onto a fire to avert danger.

4. Ward off ghosts.

5. Keep negativity away

6. Aid in recovery

7. Lust-inducing 


“Stinging nettle tea is a great spring tonic and a good addition to the diet of anyone recovering from a long illness or who has chronic weakness, fatigue or anemia. Steep the dry or fresh leaves in boiled water for 10 minutes and strain. The steeping process will destroy the steam and what you have left is a delicious and nutritious green broth. It is also a great internal cleanser, useful for urinary tract problems and inflammatory conditions and is said to be helpful to and protective of the prostate.” -The Witchipedia


101 Uses for Stinging Nettles by Piers Warren

Okay but this is such a smart move??

You have Gajeel who decided to leave everything to his (magically so) iron lungs and just jumped into that battle.

And then you have Levy who stepped in to save his iron butt, not by heroically sacrificing herself in any (stupid) way but by using a practical and safe approach in doing so.

You go Levy! 

Why was Natsu the only one who had a dragon come out of him?
  • Igneel: Now my fellow dragon friends, we need to hide from our children.
  • Grandeeney: But where do we hide?
  • Metalicana: Maybe somewhere far away that is comfortable for us?
  • Vicelogia: Nah, Im going make Sting pretend to kill me
  • Skiadrum: Thats one beautiful idea Vicelogia.
  • Igneel: no lets hide in our child's body.
  • Everyone: ...
  • Everyone but Igneel: You're on your own
  • And so Igneel didn't care what the others thought and went into Natsu's body.
  • The end
The Marauders: Death and The 5 Senses.

Everything must die. And yet, no two deaths are ever exactly alike. 

Prongs fell to the ground with a muttered phrase and a shock of bright green which for a split second filled his head with Lily’s eyes and Harry who had inherited them. And then there was nothing and James was no more. Years later those same startling iris’s would be the dying thought of another man much different from the first. James saw invisibility cloaks and betrayal. 

Lily Evans died hearing the echoes of a dull thud on wood floor that could only mean one thing and oh god not James. She heard herself talking and Harry’s loud cries and footsteps getting closer and closer and Lily briefly thought this was almost like something out of the horror movies that came on the telly, Petunia used to hate so much. War is a horror not even magic can stop.

Padfoot went out with not a sizzle, but a bang. What else would one expect for a man named after a star. Sirius died tasting freedom as a starved man, remembering a time when four children (because that is all they were) thought they could win a war with sheer determination alone. He burned out with a smile on his face and his mouth buzzing with the flavor of adrenaline.

Peter suffocated on the steel grip of regret. He died scared. Frightened of what lie ahead, begging for second chances that would not be granted, and mercy, and forgiveness. He perished wondering what James did when he discovered the stench of betrayal. Wormtail reflected on Hogwarts, the warm aroma of his mothers’s Yorkshire pudding and the home he never found.

Remus accepted death far before his string was cut. He thought of Dora and her soft bubblegum pink hair and their happy, healthy, perfect baby boy. He thought of everyone who had taken him in and given him a home. In the end it was a turned back and the sharp sting of some unknown spell that got him. Moony closed his eyes and felt youth and hope and life. He felt peace. 

Hurt me. Punish me. Make me forget my own name. Take my breath. Steal it straight from my lungs with every finger around my throat. Wrap your belt tighter. I want my skin stinging and bruises spelling out your name.

> Ugh… haven’t felt this out of it since you were drunk. You just wanna sleep but the air is nice outside, so, you sit on the beach in shorts, because the small of your back is still stings.

> At least they spelled Hakuna Matata right.

my head huwts…mmmf…