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Love Potions

Anonymous said:Any love potion (that is actually not potion) prompts???

Anonymous said:im literally in love with your writing! you’re so amazing. could i have some prompts for a villain whose been love-potioned into being in love with the hero? thanks!!! //  Anonymous said:Love the prompts :) can I get one about villains x heroines/heroes and love potions/spells?


1) “You love me,” they realised, with a small smile. 
“Not right now I don’t,” the protagonist spat, in utter disgust. “A love potion, seriously?”
“I didn’t actually give you one. And I knew you’d never admit it if-”
“-And what you wanted to know was so much more important than me being ready to tell it, right? Bloody typical for someone who keeps love potions!” The whole thing was creepy and non consensual and somewhere along the line it had become something romantic. “Great job, really clever. You must be so proud at tricking someone you claim to care about.”
“Hang on - it wasn’t like that!”


2) Was it really wrong if it made them happy? If it gave the villain a purpose, outside of pain and destruction? They were so much happier now. A sweet kiss, a kind smile, cuddling in the evenings. So long as they took the villain took their ‘medicine’ everything was perfect and no one got hurt. No. There was nothing wrong with that. It was love - the least wrong thing in the world!
“No, don’t go,” the once-villain begged. “Please, don’t leave me on my own. Let me come with you.”
“I’ll be back in the evening, love. It’s alright. Hey now, it’s alright, yeah?”
It was love, the least wrong thing in the world - up until the symptoms began to warp. Up until the villain’s world stopped spinning and they were the only thing left. Then it started to feel a little cruel.


3) “Hey - wait - you don’t want to do this.” This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“No, not really.” The villain’s fingers clawed into their shirt. “Do you think I don’t know what you did? You made me this. My heart pounding - unable to think - to - to-” The villain drew a breath, released. Closed their eyes. When they opened again, they shone still with their mania. Intent and devoted. “You made me this,” the villain said softer. “You made me love you. So now watch me love you like a monster does.” 


4) “We’d like to buy a love potion.” The couple stood together in the shop, awkward but trying. 
“What kind of love? We offer a selection - sweet, passionate, steady-”
“True.” True was the most expensive, especially on prescription, but…well, they were going to be together. They may as well a be in true love for as long as they could.


5) “You said it would make them love me!” They shoved the empty bottle in the witch’s chest, eyes ablaze. “You promised.” 
“They do love you,” replied the witch. “They’ve always loved you. If you can’t see that then it’s not a love potion you need. Or is it that their love isn’t worth anything to you if they don’t want to fuck you too?”
Colour flushed embarrassed and furious to the customer’s cheeks. “I want my money back.”

an alternative version of andreil’s first kiss.

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ASHTRAY HEART ATTACKS

“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”

- Richard Siken, Crush.


Neil jolted awake, sweat soaking his skin and mouth dry from dreaming. It took a few moments for him to regain consciousness: first, he watched the darkness morph into his dorm, then, he heard Matt’s steady breathing from beneath. His chest felt constricted, lungs struggling to function like they were supposed to.

Everything came to an aching halt, and his vision doubled, and then his breathing faltered and heart stammered and surroundings began to blur and he forced himself to move, mind still on autopilot. Every step was a conscious effort, and he felt distant, looking at himself from above rather than from within.

He wasn’t sure how but he found himself ascending the stairs, two at a time, and cracked open the metal door. There, he hesitated in the entry, and his eyes landed on the man ahead; a silhouette against a dark backdrop. His mind had sorted through places to go, a safe haven to reside in, and his feet had taken him to Andrew.

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because our SoSoo ship went down so tragically, i’ll just choose to think about the parts of their moments together  we didn’t get to see

1.) in episode 14 when So took Soo out stargazing on her birthday, they probably continued to hold hands on their way to their spot (after Soo placed her hand on So’s hand like that, I can’t imagine So just letting it go)

2.) in episode 14 when they shared their first mutual kiss, none of us know how long that kiss lasted, just imagine their smiling faces after that kiss, with So being a giddy little puppy because finally she’s all his

3.) in episode 16 during their reunion, they spent two nights together and we only got to see 6 minutes of it, playing with shadows and feeding each other. what about their little talks in between? catching up on what happened to each other for the past 2 years? getting dressed in front of each other because that room was so small? So trying to sneak in some cuddle time every 2 minutes? because we all know his thing about back hugs

4.) in episode 16 during their stargazing, you can’t tell me the only conversation they had was about Pegasus. they probably just randomly mentioned trivial things that didn’t really matter but both found it interesting just because the person talking about it meant the world to them. probably laughing at each others’ stupidest jokes like a bunch of idiots. how long do you think were they intertwined like that before Ji Mong arrived?

5.) in episode 17 when Soo fell asleep in So’s room, she woke up lying down with a blanket over her when in fact it was So who fell asleep on her lap. imagine So waking up, carrying her carefully into a lying position and lovingly putting a  blanket over her, smiling sweetly at his love’s sleeping face before leaving for king/emperor duties

6.) in episode 17 when So would work in Soo’s room, or eat dinner with her, their conversations were so cute and full of fluff i bet that lasted the whole time So was there, because they bicker like an old married couple most of the time and it wouldn’t be a surprise. it would’ve been so cute to see So having to leave her room because it was getting late, and they say “good night” and “sleep well” to each other (ugh the feels)

7.) and just basically in the early episodes up until episode 8 when they would accidentally run into each other or when they go on little walks together, they never show us what happens before they part, but i’m 100% sure So walks Soo back to the palace or back to her room because he’s a gentleman like that and he is the sweetest little puppy ever

i choose to remember them like this, because i refuse to believe it was a love wasted

i know they’ll remember these memories between them forever and ever, and so will i

Kissing Sweetly, Poe Dameron x Reader

Title: Kissing Sweetly / AO3
Length: 1.9k
Rating: T for language
Summary: While Reader and Poe are off world, Reader discovers kissing candy that burns red hot in the mouth until someone kisses you.
A/N: Dedicated to @firefeatherx who is an actual angel. XOXO
Masterlist / WIP List 

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Modern AU - Luna having a Café

- Luna would own one of those dreamy cafés that would still count to the more quiet parts of the city

- The dark blue coloured ceiling would be covered in tiny fairy lights, making it look like the night sky

- Different astrology cards of planets or star constellations would decorate the walls and different smells would seem to linger in every corner of the room, from coffee over cinnamon to vanilla

- One of the main reasons why Luna would have opened a café would be the people though, which is why you would absolutely get the chance to socialize there

- There would be two colours of tables: Purple and Blue. When entering the café, the customers would be asked at what colour of table they would like to sit

- Blue: Private tables. You could just be by yourself a bit, reading, doing some work, enjoying something to eat or a drink. The blue tables would give you the chance to just relax a bit and mind your own business.

- Purple: You would get assigned to a random table number. So you would either join someone and get to chat with a kind stranger, or you would spend a few minutes by yourself until someone joins you

- The concept would work out pretty good, yet, if Luna would see someone sitting alone at a purple table for quite some time, she wouldn’t hesitate to grab her own cup and maybe a plate with two pieces of cake, and accompany the person a bit

- People would not only come because of this though, but also because of the menu and different activities

- Every day you could get a different selection of sweet or salty pastries, next to the counter a list where customers would be able to write down suggestions or wishes for the next days

- There would be creative writing meetings once a week. Anyone would be allowed to come, and for a few hours people would get topics assigned to brainstorm and write down some short texts

- Luna’s Café would be a safe haven for anyone in need of some quiet time alone, or in the mood to actually just get to know someone to talk to

- There would be all different kinds of people every day, but the idea of all of them feeling good and enjoying themselfes, would be everything Luna intended to achieve with this

A Flower For Every Occasion - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

All credit for the mood board goes to the amazing @julieanncupcake

Derek liked to think that there were few things he didn’t know, unfortunately, buying the right kind of flowers was something he had no experience with and no knowledge of. He’d been staring at the same display of what he guessed were tulips for ten minutes and he still didn’t know whether they were the flowers he should buy. The frown on his face intensified when his nose started to twitch as it was overwhelmed by the differing smells of the flowers. A blush tinted his cheeks when his sneeze echoed around the small florists, causing a couple across from him to look his way.

“Do you need some help?” Derek was about to say no but his voice caught in his throat when he turned around. She was beautiful, her eyes glowing in the soft afternoon light as a kind smile adorned her lips.

“I-uh-my best friend got engaged, I was l-looking for something fitting of that occasion” Her smile grew as she nodded her head, thinking through what flowers he needed.

“What about lilies? Would he like them?” Derek chewed his lip, his mind drawing a complete blank over what flowers Scott and Allison would prefer.

“I have no idea” She snickered softly, walking him over to the arrangement of lilies.

“I’d say they’re your safest bet” The flowers were beautiful, they really were, and for all Derek knew, they would be perfect for Scott and Allison.

“I’ll take a bouquet of them please”

“Great, I’ll get them ready for you” With careful fingers, she picked out the best flowers, arranging them in her hands to make sure they would make a nice bouquet before walking around the counter and wrapping them neatly. She rung him up, not noticing the way Derek was mesmerised by her as she worked.

“Thank you…” He read her name tag, a small smile growing on his face. “(Y/n)”

“You’re welcome, best of luck to your best friend”


Derek didn’t know why he was going into the florist again, he didn’t even need flowers but that didn’t stop his feet from guiding him into the shop. He gulped nervously as he tried to discreetly search for (y/n), his heart nearly stopping when he spotted her helping a woman on the other side of the shop. Derek hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her all of last week, to the point where Scott and Stiles had started to notice and were teasing him endlessly. He pretended to browse a selection of flowers he couldn’t even pretend to know the name of when he felt a presence beside him.

“Did your best friend like the flowers?” Before he could stop it, a smile grew on his face and Derek found himself nodding.

“He loved them, so did his fiancé, thank you” (Y/n) felt pride swell in her chest as she tried not to notice just how handsome he looked in the crimson long sleeved t-shirt he was wearing.

“Your welcome, it’s kinda my job” She rocked on her heels, brushing her hair behind her ear as a blush burnt her cheeks. “D-do you need more flowers or?”

Derek’s mind went blank, he hadn’t even thought of a cover. Stiles and Lydia couldn’t have got engaged, that would be too obvious and it wasn’t like he’d buy flowers for Peter. “Uh-my cousin graduated”

It wasn’t entirely a lie, Malia was at university, she just hadn’t got to the end yet. (Y/n) nodded thoughtfully, her eyes flickering around the shop as she searched for the right flowers. “What about lisianthus? They’re simple and very pretty”

All Derek could do was nod, his stomach flipping when he tried to remember how to ask someone on a date. It had been years since things had gone wrong with Kate and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready to be with someone again but now, now he was searching for a way to spend more time with (y/n), even if it meant buying ten more bouquets of flowers.

Just like last time, (y/n) picked the best flowers for him and wrapped them beautifully. Before Derek knew it, she was finished and he was looking for another reason to stay.

“Thank you (y/n)”

“You’re welcome-“

“Derek” She nodded, committing his name to memory as she hoped she’d see him again.


Every insult in the book flashed behind Derek’s eyes as he found himself stood outside the florist again. Malia, although confused, had loved the flowers and after a week had passed, he found himself wanting to go back to the shop.

(Y/n) looked up from where she was arranging flowers when the bell above the door chimed. Her heart fluttered in her chest when Derek smiled at her, a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read.

“Hi” He walked further into the shop, thrusting his hands into his pockets as he tried to quell his nerves.

“What are your favourite flowers?” (Y/n)’s brow furrowed as she tilted her head.

“What?” Derek squeezed his eyes shut as (y/n) tried to keep a smile off her face.

“What are your favourite flowers?”

“I like sweet peas” Her words trailed off as she tried to figure out what he was doing.

“Can I have a bouquet of sweet peas please?” A surprised laugh escaped (y/n)’s lips as she made her way over to the small selection of sweet peas. They kept meeting each other’s eye before quickly looking away.

“W-what’s the occasion?” Her heart was pounding in her ears as she moved towards the counter.

“I’m asking a beautiful woman on a date” (Y/n)’ eyes snapped to Derek’s as hope spread through her veins.

“Lucky girl” Derek chuckled under his breath, shifting on his feet as his eyes followed her.

“I’m the lucky one” She gently pushed the bouquet across the counter towards him, unable to meet his eye as their fingers brushed. “(Y/n), can I-can I take you on a date?”

The air rushed out of her lungs as she got lost in his eyes, unable to determine what shade of green they were.

“I would love to”

a drabble, featuring graves’ slight obsession with credence

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Credence tilts his head up to the sky, eyes closed and lips curved in a satisfied smile. The heat will soon be unbearable, and he will be forced to roll his sleeves up to his elbows. But for now, he’s happy being able to soak in some sunlight.

He is oblivious to how tightly Graves has his hands clenched in the pockets of his slacks, fingers itching to trace that smile. The day is beautiful, definitely, but Credence, content and by his side, makes it more so.

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an alternative version of andrew and neil’s first kiss. 

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ASHTRAY HEART ATTACKS

“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.” - Richard Siken, Crush. 

Neil jolted awake, sweat soaking his skin and mouth dry from dreaming. It took a few moments for him to regain consciousness: first, he watched the darkness morph into his dorm, then, he heard Matt’s steady breathing from beneath. His chest felt constricted, lungs struggling to function like they were supposed to.

Everything came to an aching halt, and his vision doubled, and then his breathing faltered and heart stammered and surroundings began to blur and he forced himself to move, mind still on autopilot. Every step was forced, and he felt distant, looking at himself from above rather than from within.

He wasn’t sure how but he found himself ascending the stairs, two at a time, and cracked open the metal door. There, he hesitated in the entry, and his eyes landed on the man ahead; a silhouette against a dark backdrop. His mind had sorted through places to go, a safe haven to reside in, and his feet had taken him to Andrew.

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QI Favourite Alan moments | A01 - Adam

“Ant eaters have enormously long tongues but tiny little mouths.” (x)