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braxiatel · 24 days

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An assortment of Grian appearance headcanons I’ve had on my mind lately!

(Obligatory mention that I’m talking about Grian the character and not Grian the youtuber, here’s your confirmation that this is not about real life guy Grian minecraft whose appearance is well documented, but rather it is about his minecraft roleplay character who is made out of pixels and blocks and whose appearance is very much up for discussion)

His eyes are that shade of brown that’s so dark it looks black

He wears glasses, and through experience he has learned that unless he wants to be replacing them about once a month he needs them to have a thick and sturdy frame

Grian has a whopping case of adhd and is extremely good at misplacing his belongings. His glasses are not exempt from this just because they help him see, and he has managed to lose every single pair he owns several times. At some point one of his friends (I'm leaning Pearl or Jimmy) got tired of hearing him complain about it, and got him a golden chain to keep them on. Grian pretends he’s just using it because it appeals to his love for shiny things, but in reality it actually helps him a lot and he would be very sad were he to lose it

Speaking of his adhd. This guy moves. He does not sit still, does not like to be doing nothing. He builds, he helps other hermits with stuff they don’t have time to do, and he is well known to do Grindy tasks. And you know what that means? Grian is strong. In fact, Grian is buff

This is related to some hybrid stuff I’ll get more into in a sec, but very specifically, Grian is a flyer and those natural wings need a lot of muscle around them to work. That means a lot of upper body strength, especially in the pectoral region. Yes, I said gritty rights.

I wish I could remember what artist originally drew Grian’s waffle as an undercut with a pattern because I love that headcanon so much. He varies what the rest of his hair looks like (he has a manbun in season 9) but the undercut stays no matter what

Tangentially, the reason Mumbo now has a waffle as well is that his hair just grows in that shape now. He has extremely specific alopecia, and it is unclear whether or not Grian is the same or if he just prefers to keep his hair that way.

Grian has clear and visible bald patches in his eyebrows. This is a product of him having had TNT blow up in his face one too many times, resulting in the follicles having been damaged

Along a similar vein, he is also missing somewhere in the realm of 1-3 fingers total on his hands

I don’t think of Grian as someone who is very particular with his hair or with stuff like makeup. Most days he’ll do the bare minimum of combing his hair to look presentable and that’s it

That said, he loooooooves shiny jewellery, and his wardrobe is by far the largest on the server. Due to aforementioned constant moving he need things that are practical to move in, but other than that he has no rules on what goes in there. You’ve got sequinned mini skirts next to permanently dirt-stained overalls next to rainbow bucket hats. This guy has it all.

He does sometimes wear a red sweater, but I am going to say something controversial here, guys. Look at that man's shirt. Look at that cleavage view. He’s wearing a v-neck

Okay so hybrid headcanons. I have several, mutually exclusive ideas here, but I will go with one I think is, frankly, very underutilised: gryphon hybrid Grian!

Want avian Grian for all of the historically present bird coding? Also want to acknowledge the fact that he has so much mischievous cat energy? Gryphon Grian! He’s half bird, half cat, half human, and all menace.

There are a couple of different bird species I think he could be.

House sparrow, for the noise levels, the tendency to travel in a pack, and the sheer gremlin energy these little bastards exhibit outside of my kitchen window on a daily basis.

I think he could definitely be some kind of corvid too. Maybe a magpie? Beautiful plumage (fight me), incredibly intelligent and likely to make that your problem, and with a call that lends itself very well to Grian’s screech-laughter

You all know my opinions on potoo Grian. It works, okay? Look into his horrible, haunted eyes, you know it to be true.

For a season 10 fisherman arc Grian I am very much leaning towards an oriental darter. There’s just something about the idea of Grian spearfishing for mending books, and sulking in the sun to dry his wings when he only catches fish that I enjoy very much

Owl for his cursed head movements

Okay so wings talk time! I headcanon that naturally avians simply do not have wings strong enough to fly with. They’re too short, and even for someone like Grian who flies A Lot the musculature to support a humanoid frame just isn’t there. That said, elytra are easily modified to function as a sort of wing extension/prosthetic, that allows them to gain much more power for less energy expended.

You would think, with me being the owner of three cats, that I would have some kind of idea for a specific breed of cat he might be. The thing is, my family have historically always kept the same breed (Norwegian forest cat mix c: ), so I know very much about those and no other cat breeds. He is simply cat :)

Biiiiig naughty tortie vibes. My sources for this is I have one of the latter and she is the same level of Problems a Grian

This is the little madam caught in the act of doing something dastardly. She commits one hundred crimes every single day and we love her. Tell me that is not big Grian vibes right there. You can't, right? he is a naughty tortie

Other Grian hybrid options I also like: avian, watcher, robot!!, cod, enchanted armour stand come to life!, and fey!Grian

#i swear this isn't just an excuse to post pictures of my cat #this is however an excuse to present buff no eyebrows grian to y'all #if just one person accepts any of these headcanons into their lives i will be happy #grian #mcyt #hermitcraft #life series #traffic smp #life smp #hermitblr #trafficblr #the void collection

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blooming-shadows · 1 year

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MOR

So I went on, “What are you getting the others?” She scowled. “After centuries of gifts, it’s a pain in my ass to find something new for all of them. I’m fairly certain Azriel has a drawer full of all the daggers I’ve bought him throughout the centuries that he’s too polite to throw away, but won’t ever use.”

ELAIN

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

It only took Elain less than a year to know what to give to Azriel. 💖

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. “Brilliant,” Cassian said. Elain smiled again, ducking her head. Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

So this is love uuuuUUuuUu so this is looooooove 🥰 🎶

#elriel #pro elriel #elain #elain archeron #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acofas

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love-toxin · 2 years

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I, too want Dad bod Steve. Imagine him being a little insecure now that he's softer and feeling that's he not the same Steve from before. Reassuring him with many kisses that he will always be Steve Harrington, King of your Heart - 💝

PUDGY DAD STEVE!!!! putting back a few too many beers now and then and eating too much easy food cause he's working and taking care of the kids with you, you find him looking in the mirror every so often and sighing that quintessential Steve sigh. him apologizing for not keeping himself up, and you have to remind him that looks aren't permanent and he's not a teenager anymore, of course he's gonna change! and you looooooove this change, love his tired brown eyes and how soft he is when he cuddles up next to you in bed, love his hairy chest and his legs and that grunt he does when he's fixing your car or carrying your groceries for you. and you love that bright smile when he's playing with the kids, when he's playing peekaboo with the baby or when they're showing him a drawing they made at school. he always looks so excited and happy and matches their energy all the time, while also being that protective man that's on the lookout for potential dangers 24/7, because he refuses to let anything happen to his little family on his watch. he's even better than he was when he was younger--how could you not love him even more than you did before?

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #💝 anon

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macluver69 · 8 months

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💢💌🎀! (@raylex)

TYYYYY

💢 What’s an unpopular opinion you have regarding your F/O? Okkkk im not toooooo well versed in the iasip fandom? the most fandom interactions i see are like. edits on my tiktok fyp hahahaa but i’ve seen ppl say that mac gets stupider as the seasons go on and i think its so WOEFULLY UNTRUE . he is a STUPID MAN and hes been STUPID from day one!!!!! did no one see the episode where he tries to go to an abortion rally just to pick up women. He is so idiotic in the face of getting what he wants. Please

💌 How did you/your F/O confess your feelings to one another? ATGGG we havent talked about that much yet but!!! i really think that harley (or nathan …) confesses to mac first because mac sort of assumes like. Well i guess ill live forever feeling obsessed with these two men .. That’s my cross to bear .. I have to just deal with it.. and then harley & nathan outright just tell him like . We are sooo obsessed with you baby girl. and mac is so shocked it takes him DAYS and DAYS to process this

🎀 What’s your favorite thing about your F/O’s appearance? PICKING JUST ONE. IS PAINFUL. GWAAAAAA….. i looooooove love love macs SWWET PUPPYDOG EYES!!!!! he has these big downturned brown eyes and looonnggg eyelashes and its SO adorable .. i love the pitiful little pleading emoji face he so naturally pulls when he has built in puppy dog eyes he is SO. so sweet.

sleepover inspired self ship asks!

#⊹₊‧ ─ ANSWERED 📌#( LOVE ) 𓂃 ⠀♡.˚ MAC #( SELF ) 𓂃 ⠀✧.˚⠀ HARLEY #raylex

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yungteem · 2 years

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i looooooove brown eyes that are so deep and warm and inviting that they look like a glass of red wine

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darthjonman · 3 months

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Hey everyone it's me Fish here to talk about my 2 stupid cringe Minecraft ocs because I'm stupid and cringe WOOO

Okay so I should preface this by saying that a lot of what I'm talking about here is based entirely on my own headcanons/interpretations of how Minecraft works + some of it is just plain old made up. I looooooove spreading misinformation. Also I don't have any sort of drawing of them so have my shitty descriptions.

Okay so first up:

Charlie Griffin

Charlie is a 28 year old man who hails from a desert biome. Deserts are typically very scarcely populated due to the amount of monsters that inhabit them, but those who do settle there make them into pretty lawless or at the bare minimum wild places. Charlie comes from town built with the pure intention of holding prisoners and making them fight to the death. The prisoners are allowed to use weapons given to them or make their own, and the winner of a fight is given a reward in the form of a single item (within reason, of course).

Charlie found great success in the arena and crafted his own weapon, a peculiar redstone contraption around his waist. It is two long dispensers on a harness around his waist that are filled with chains. Also attached to the harness are the 5 iron heads of each main tool, which Charlie can attach to the end of the chains. Running from the back of the dispensers to his gloves are wires lined with redstone, leading to buttons on the side of his forefingers. Holding the left button extends the chain, holding the right one calls it back.

He's an incredibly loud and boisterous man, making his presence known to the people around him at all times. He knows fully damn well that he's good at killing people and absolutely loves it. He's way more comfortable in the arena than anywhere else and longs for the call of his fans as he secures another victory. Furthermore, the reason he is actually in jail is due to murder. He doesn't just casually enjoy killing however, instead he enjoys it knowing that the people he does kill are bad people as well.

While his outfit is commonly a worn out prison uniform and the chain contraption on his waist, Charlie is a tall, well-built man with long and unkempt dirty blonde hair that always has grains of sand in it and brown eyes. His body is covered in scars from plenty of different sources, and his teeth are surprisingly very white. There's a saying among his fans that if you can see the sun shining on his teeth, your time has come.

His favourite food is pumpkin pie, though due to his life as a prisoners he's become very accustomed to beetroot stew and carrots. He's never met an Enderman in real life and really wants to.

And secondly:

Luciora

Luciora is a Witch aged 231, and unlike other Witches refuses to use potions or magic to de-age her appearance. Luciora lives in a swamp inside her hut with her pet cat, Apollo. There are essentially 3 types of Witches. Wild Witches, Pillager Witches and Tranquil Witches. Wild Witches are those who wander the world without a purpose, losing their mind and attacking anyone on sight. Pillager Witches are those who aid the Pillagers in their attacks on Villagers, fully indoctrinated into the regime. Tranquil Witches are those who reside in huts in swamps. They are generally more sophisticated, calm, and helpful to those passing by.

While she is very good with potions, Luciora prefers to study enchantments, especially enchanted books. She has stashes of them in her home, and spends a lot of time reading them and learning more and more about them. The biggest thing she learned was how to utilise the enchantment without actually putting it on an item. For example, she learned to use a Frost Walker book to turn the water beneath her feet to ice without putting it on boots. It only works for as long as the book is open, but she has some degree of control of when it activates and when it doesn't.

Like most Tranquil Witches, Luciora is rather gentle and spends a lot of time at her hut. Her days are spent either reading books, brewing potions, or meeting up with other Tranquil Witches to improve the local community. She can't stand the fact that she's even remotely related to Wild or Pillager Witches, hating them for their senseless violence. While she may still be shunned by Villagers, she refuses to hurt them in any way, though that doesn't mean she actively protects them. She cares most deeply for her cat Apollo, who spends most of the day asleep. When he's not asleep, however, he is always walking all over her books and getting himself nice and wet in the swamp, then laying all over Luciora's bed.

Due to her refusal to make herself appear younger than she actually is, Luciora has pale, wrinkled skin and a large nose with a wart. Her hair is dark grey and is about chin-length, and her eyes are a pale purple colour. Commonly, she wears black robes and does have a black hat, though she doesn't wear it very often. The brim is rather large and gets in the way, so she keeps it in the house for Apollo to lie all over. She carries a few potions and books with at all times, primarily potions of healing, regeneration and swiftness, and enchanted books containing Frost Walker, Swift Sneak and Flame.

Yes, she went to the Deep Dark and collected a Swift Sneak book. She even took some skulk and put it in a jar that's on her windowsil. Apollo is her 6th cat, and so far her favourite, even if he does make a mess.

I hope this was at all interesting to read about my stupid ideas. Long ass post so I don't blame anyone for not reading this far. But if you did. You are loved and you're super awesome.

#fish fridays #minecraft #my ocs #oc #oc stuff #ughgggh im so cringe #but thats better than being mean

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paniwarhamauser · 5 months

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Finally they posted good pictures! So a bit more rambling about books.

I am surprised they did not show Morven Vahl book LE on streams. It is so freaking beautiful. And I am such a slut for obscenely excessive limited editions of books!😍 It WILL be mine. I'm never repeating Darkness in the Blood LE mistake again. I still regret not saving up for that one.

Speaking of limited editions.. this will be my FOURTH time buying this book (I got harcover, audio and ebook already). And I WILL. I am such a mark it's embarrassing! But look at embossing and galaxy pages!!!😍

I did not even read his novels yet. I am not reading much of Sigmar. But look at this book🤩 As long as it does not overlap with anything major, I'm getting it too!

Not LE, but this guy has a high blorbo potential in my eyes. Look at that pose. And blue lipstick! Also, atypical green eyes+brown hair. Don't get me wrong, I looooooove purple eyed platinum blonds, but I want to see the story about 'off-colour' one. Knowing the legion, he was not left in peace for it😈

Also description says he is a looser, and I'm so here for it🍿🍿🍿

I really hope the novel is good, as visuals really speak to me. Not to mention he is already posed like an HQ model on a scenic base😄

With Eidolon it really depends... I like regular edition cover a lot more. LE would be a no-brainer if foil edges were metallic purple. I got fucking lion and luther LE books because of red and green metallic foil. Haven't read them yet. But they are pretty object I covet. And here it looks at best plain silver. Or not foiled at all. Hard to tell. Either way not excessive enough for my tastes. Might as well pick up a regular hardcover instead. I had the same issue with Valdor novel. Regular cover just looked prettier to me.

Arihman LE is very pretty. But he does not interest me outside of that one moment when Yvraine pulled Legally Blond on him in Gathering Storm II. So I'll pass.

But I can appreciate the artistry😄

Might be weird after my rant about Eidolon LE, but I enjoy the bright minimalism of Ufthak LE books. It just suits orks! While with EC I want opulence.

#wh40k #mauserreads #black library

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redmessage · 9 months

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talking about my ocs cuz nobody cares part one!

posting into the void wooo!

tw!! lots of mentions of sex/sexual abuse. i'll put individual tws in front of the abuse, but not in front of regular sex because it's most of his personality. but most of the sex mentions are consensual, promise!!

✧✧ambrose eastwood harrison✧✧

age: 22

height: 5'9

looks: blond, tanned, brown eyes, a mole under his left eye. slender build, scarred hands, and a smile to charm a fox out of its' fur.

personality: ambrose eastwood harrison, a pretty little charmer with several kinds of superiority complex. he's figured out that sex is a great way to get what he wants, and he's gotten pretty good at it. ambrose always has a mischievous look in his eye and a sweet word for everyone he meets. his flirty nature is infectious, eliciting smiles from even the most monotone of people. he’s very passionate, especially about people and history. he often finds himself talking endlessly about the stories and legends of the world. he’s got a real silver tongue, which is why he’s been able to charm his way into the hearts of many. it also helps that he’s got a great sense of humor, mainly because he appeals to many different people by reading them subconsciously. he’s been hurt by lots of people, including a foster family and an ex-girlfriend. he’s always ready to love you, though.

likes: being close to people, hearing secrets, history/mythology, the moon, being involved, purple & red, sex, warmth

dislikes: butterflies, darkness, being talked over, being denied physical touch, having people do things for him when he's in a bad mood

dialogue samples:

"you are a SPECTACULAR amount of wrong."

"yeah that's like super sad but i didn't order a sob story with my drink, bud."

"aww, i'm just awful, aren't i, sweetie?"

"hey--wait, wait--i'm sorry, okay? i was wrong, i was a dickhead. okay?"

"mmh, talk medical to me. hehehehe♡"

"hey, i still need you. i'm sorry."

"you looooooove me,"

i'm gonna make a masterlist of drabbles with him when i actually start writing here, keeping checking back, or don't, because nobody knows this exists XP

#writing #my ocs #my ocs <3 #just a little guy #actually little

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musicallisto · 1 year

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Cactus, sunrise, bands, cry baby 😘

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

i LOOOOOOOVE them!!!!!!!!!!!! I love all eyes, honestly, but brown eyes are SO. WARM. and sooo mesmerizing. whenever someone calls their brown eyes "boring" or "basic" I want to murder them with appreciation

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

one of my favorite quotes of all time is from the little prince, "you're beautiful but empty - one could not die for you"; it's what the little prince tells the earth roses when he meets them. if we're going by the classic interpretation of the rose allegory being a stand-in for a spouse/romantic love, to me, that's basically saying the object of your devotion has an intrinsic quality to them that sets them apart from the rest—they don that exceptional, otherworldly glow; and that could be because you know their soul inside and out, but it could also be the sheer familiarity of them shining through—"it is the time that you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important". how taming—loving—someone deifies them, in a sense, and there could be a hundred thousand copies of them but they would only be fake idols. like!!!!!!!! im not making any sense but heart go brrrrr for the little prince

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

i KNOW what you want me to say and i WILL indulge you <3 stray kids have destroyed my life in like 2 weeks <3 love them almost as much as i love you bestie

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

ok first of all i loooooooooove concerts i wish i could go to a concert every single day and i have so many almost-concerts (i had tickets to 5sos AND green day/fall out boy/weezer but COVID???) i want to GRRRRR. having said that, the first concert I went to was 5 seconds of summer in may 2016 and i also met my internet bestie in real life at that concert so it was honest to God the best day of my life. i cried to waste the night <3333 then I saw all time low (my favorite band!) in april 2017 and had an interaction with alex gaskarth (the lead singer) azjzdbsjqbj im going to get a good grade in Concert Etiquette, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,,,,,,,,,, after that I saw twenty one pilots in March 2019 and it was SO COOL. objectively the best concert I've attended as far as scenography goes, it was like a super bowl half-time show. except my venue didn't allow them to open the show inside a flaming car like they normally did 🔪🔪 so they awkwardly appeared onstage 🔪🔪 and then the last concert I attended was maroon 5 in june 2019 (yes you're allowed to shame me), they were an hour and a half late and adam levine half looked like he didn't wanna be there lmfaoooo but worth it for getting to hear she will be loved live (and crying. again). I'M SEEING ALL TIME LOW AGAIN IN TEN DAYS BY THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#lindsay my love i see you conning me into mentioning skz on main and i respect that #˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ lindsay

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stonedopossums · 5 years

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god if you have brown eyes you own my heart i just want you guys to know that

#richie.txt #i looooooove brown eyes

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Starlit Night in Firenze [REPOST] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I originally wrote this story as an ‘x OC’ because that’s what I was writing at the time, but I decided to change it into an ‘x Reader’ story since that’s what more people like to read!

also, have I mentioned how much I looooooove the idea that Maurizio occasionally slips into Italian with you, especially in moments of pleasure?? ugh, I love it.

**I used a translation application for the Italian in this story. Apologies if there are any typos and/or incorrect sentences/grammar. Italian sentences/words are in italics throughout the story with translations after the sentences in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. fluff. loads of romance. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. multiple orgasms. relatively soft sex. some aftercare.

(possible) tw’s: implied infidelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).

word count: 2.7k

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

“Firenze”: Italian name for the city of Florence.

“Fiume Arno”: the name of the river that runs through Florence.

You never meant to get involved with Maurizio Gucci.

You didn’t even know that you had until after the first night you spent together.

It was a beautiful starlit night in Firenze when you two first met, four years earlier.

Patrons of the banquet hall were all dressed to the nines, not excluding yourself, but there was one man who stood out from the rest.

Perhaps it was his massive size, as he stood at 6’1”. Perhaps it was his incredible looks, his brilliant brown hair that was starting to gray, which was something that usually worsened someone’s appearance; it made his better, somehow.

Maybe it was his suit, nothing fancy or special by any means, but he looked so fucking good in it, you could barely look away.

When our eyes met across the room, you were captivated, instantly sucked into the complexities of his tired yet excited brown eyes. The breath was stolen from your lungs, and you had to look away, cheeks warming.

A small part of you wishes that he hadn’t come over, then, but a much larger part of you wouldn’t want to change anything that happened that night. Even after everything that resulted, all the drama and pandemonium, you don’t regret anything.

He abruptly ended the conversation with whomever he was speaking to, gliding across the room gracefully, yet with a sense of urgency. You were filling a small plate with a variety of cheeses when his presence appeared behind you, causing you to tense slightly.

He said, lightly running his hand down your arm, causing goosebumps to erupt out from beneath your skin.

“What is your name?”

You turned around, now facing him, captivated by him as soon as you met his eyes up close.

“Y/N.”

He offered you a small smile, reaching down for your hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips.

“An bel nome adatto a una bella donna. I am Maurizio.” (A beautiful name fit for a beautiful woman.)

You blush even harder, biting your lip as you nod.

“It’s nice to meet you, Maurizio.”

“Will you come dance with me?”

His hand seemed shaky as he extended it towards you.

“It would be an honor.”

The cheese plate was quickly forgotten as you took his hand and allowed yourself to be guided to the dance floor. You took position somewhere in the sea of people, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands fell to your waist, holding it firmly but gently.

“So, what is a beautiful young woman such as yourself doing at an event like this?”

That was a somewhat complicated answer, but you decided not to get into it at the moment.

“I was given the ticket after a friend of mine fell ill and couldn’t attend.”

He nods, eyes drinking in your appearance.

“How about you?”

This question seems to shake him a bit, a moment of uncertainty crossing his features.

“My company sent me here tonight, to...network.”

You nod, allowing your fingers to rub gently against the skin across the back of his neck, something that makes him shiver.

Song after song plays, and you talk and laugh together as you sway along with the rhythm. The world suddenly feels as if only the two of you occupy it, and all you can focus on is him. He’s not only effortlessly handsome and smooth-talking, but he’s also extremely witty and intelligent.

The night begins to wind to a close and you’re overcome with a wave of sadness, not wanting this moment to end. You feel better than you have in a long time, and you’ve connected to someone in a way you hadn’t before.

“How is it that you’ve gotten more beautiful than when I first saw you this evening?”

You can sense his sadness, too, his arms pulling you closer to him as the last tune plays.

You pull apart, still holding hands, not willing to let each other go. He looks pensive for a moment before a small grin paints his face.

“Would you like to walk with me to the river? It’s only a short way from here, and it looks absolutely beautiful this time of night.”

Without apprehension, you agree, quickly rushing over to grab the small clutch you brought along before walking out with him.

Maurizio holds you by the waist the entire walk, keeping you close to his side, as the conversation continues. You can’t help but allow your eyes to wander around the small walkways and alleys you walk through, soaking up the natural beauty of the city.

Soon, you two arrive at the harbor, and you’re rendered speechless as you look out on the water, the full moon reflecting on the ever-changing surface. You feel his eyes on you as you take in the sight before you, the smile never leaving his lips.

“I told you it was worth the walk.”

You look over at him, eyes full of wonder and amazement.

“This is so, so beautiful, thank you for showing me.”

He nods.

“I thought that nothing or no one could ever rival the natural beauty of the moon’s reflection on the waters of the Fiume Arno, but then I met you.”

Your cheeks get warm as he smiles, guiding you to the edge of the walkway.

“Please, sit with me.”

After a bit of maneuvering and fussing with the poofy skirt of your dress, you settle down next to Maurizio, resting your head on his shoulder as both of you watch the boats pass out in the distance.

His hand begins running up and down your arm soothingly, and after a short while, he looks down at you.

“Your skin shimmers in the moonlight, you know.”

He says softly, bringing a hand up to brush against your cheekbone.

You chuckle nervously, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you look away.

A finger pushes up against your chin, effectively lifting it until your eyes have no choice but to meet his.

“I mean it. You are one of the most beautiful women I’ve met in my lifetime, not to mention charming and quick-witted. I haven’t had as much fun with anyone else as I have with you tonight.”

He leans in, resting his forehead on yours, eyes staring deeply into yours.

“I would like to kiss you, if you’ll let me.”

You grin, nodding slightly.

“I would like nothing more.”

His hand cups your cheek as he closes the distance between your lips, sighing when they meet. You close my eyes and reach around to hold the back of his neck gently, fingers running through his hair.

Your touches, your movements steadily grow more desperate as the kiss deepens. He moves closer to you, both of his hands now cupping your cheeks.

You separate for a moment, both softly panting.

“Mio dio, sei incredibile.” (My god, you’re incredible.)

You smile, nuzzling your nose against his.

He kisses you again, but this time, he encourages you to lay back against the stone sidewalk, hand cradling your head. He lays next to you, propping himself up on his elbow while his other hand traces the curve of your hip, then your stomach, fingers teasing just below your breasts.

Your lips move together in a tender, passionate kiss, for a while before he pulls away again. There’s something that’s changed, his eyes...they’ve darkened, there’s hunger in his gaze.

“Let me take you to my apartment tonight, tesoro. Let me lay with you, Y/N, let me give you pleasure. Please, I want you so badly.”

Your eyes widen for a second, taking in what he’s just proposed. Before you can even really stop yourself, not that you would’ve anyways, you nod.

“Please, take me, Maurizio.”

His entire being seems to lighten instantly, picking you up and scooping you up into his arms, walking you to one of the structures just meters from where you two were sitting. You chuckle softly.

“Did you have this planned?”

Maurizio smirks down at you.

“Perhaps.”

You laugh as he unlocks the door and walks up the stairs with little difficulty, weaving through the apartment to his bedroom.

He sets you down on your feet and stands behind you, fingers beginning to work the laces holding your dress together. His lips attach themselves to your neck, kissing, licking and sucking the skin there.

You can already feel your center heating up, thighs rubbing together with each touch of his lips on your skin. You step out of your shoes once all the ties are undone, allowing the bodice and skirt to simply fall from your figure, leaving you in just your panties.

Maurizio takes a step closer, pressing himself flush against your back, arm wrapping around your ribcage, hand cupping one of your breasts. He lets out a sigh as he gives it a soft squeeze, working at his belt buckle.

Your head falls back against his chest and you let out a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering shut. His chin digs into your shoulder as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling your hips back against him.

He growls lowly in your ear when your ass presses against his erection, and his hips begin gently thrusting, grinding himself against you.

“O-Oh,”

He sighs, moving his hand to your other breast.

“Do you feel it, tesoro, how much I want you?”

“Yes,”

You whimper, nodding.

“Does my size impress you?”

Your panties must have a wet spot on them by now, something about the way he sounds, the innocence of his tone, it’s all so incredibly arousing.

“Mmhmm,”

You breathe.

His hand releases your breast and he stands back up, shrugging off his blazer before working at the buttons on his shirt. He pats your ass playfully.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

You nod, crawling onto the mattress on your knees, falling onto your hands seconds later. You stick your ass out purposely and spread your legs, waiting for his next move.

He quickly sheds his button-up and dress pants, pushing them down his legs, revealing his hardened cock to the cool apartment air. You look back and clench in anticipation, wondering how he’ll fit inside of you.

His large hand wraps around the base and he grunts softly under his breath, giving himself a couple of pumps before kneeling down on the mattress behind you, rubbing himself through your folds.

You whine as you feel his head poke and rub against your clit, and he seems to notice this, making it a point to hold himself right over the sensitive nub, rutting forward, rubbing it further.

“I want you to be nice and ready for me, ready for my cock.”

He whispers, other hand holding your hip, guiding you back and forth over his head as his hips keep rutting against your center.

“That’s it, go ahead tesoro, use me to feel good.”

Your breathing is replaced by soft whines and whimpers as your hips rock back and forth against his head. You’re getting close, movements becoming more and more desperate. He hums, hand splayed across your lower back, still encouraging your movements but keeping your back straight.

“Brava ragazza,” (Good girl,)

He says.

“Ecco, vieni una, sborra per me.” (There you go, come on, cum for me.)

You soon come to a soft climax, moaning as you rub yourself through it.

Maurizio rubs your hips for a moment before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Tell me if it’s too much, and I will stop.”

You nod and he pushes his hips forward, slowly breaching your entrance with his thick length.

You fall onto your elbows, gasping as your walls stretch to accommodate him. Your eyes squeeze shut as he keeps pushing in slowly, groaning softly.

Once he makes it in all the way, he pauses, allowing you to continue adjusting to him, hands squeezing your hips.

“Is it still o-okay for you, tesoro?”

“Yes.”

You whisper.

“Y-You can move now.”

He pulls out and pushes back in slowly, establishing a steady but quickening rhythm with his hips.

“Oh, Y/N, mio dio. You feel amazing, mi tesoro.”

As the burning feeling subsides, replaced by pleasure, your sensitive walls begin to clench around his length. Your body rocks forward with each forward thrust of his hips, and your soft gasps and whimpers soon turn to moans.

“M-Maurizio, please…”

He bends down, your back pressed against his front, hands planted on either side of you. His breath is hot and heavy in your ear.

“What is it? What would y-you like?”

You turn your head to the side, moaning softly.

“Faster.”

His growl vibrates your eardrum as his hips pick up speed, the sound of skin slapping quickly fills the room and echoes off the walls.

“Dio, you’re tight...feels so good around me.”

He rests his knee just inside of yours, pushing it, forcing your legs to spread wider. A mutual groan comes from both of your lips at the new angle.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Maurizio chants in your ear, noises steadily growing louder and more frequent as his length begins to throb inside of you.

“Y/N, t-tesoro, I’m not going to last m-much longer.”

You nod, pushing your hips back with each of his forward thrusts, clenching around him as much as you can manage.

His hips begin thrusting out of rhythm, grunts getting louder as he loses control, bending to the whims of lust and pleasure.

“Grrrnghhhh...w-where, where do you w-want my cum?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, fucking myself on him, trying to bring him to orgasm.

“O-Outside, anywhere, it doesn’t m-matter.”

He falls to his elbows and wraps his hand around your neck, grunting loudly with each thrust. He’s so close, you can feel it, and you use the last of my energy to clench around him even tighter.

As soon as you do, he groans loudly, quickly pulling out and cumming all over your ass and folds.

“Gahh...ghhhhooo...c-cazzo!” (fuck)

The warm, thick ropes land on your skin and you sigh softly, surprised at how much there was. You know he isn’t necessarily young but clearly he’s not that old if he can still do things of this nature.

You feel him softening inside of you before he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to you. You half expected him to just fall asleep or kick you out, but he did something that you didn’t expect:

He pulled you in and held you against his body, cuddling you. His lips leave kisses on your shoulder, your cheeks, wherever they could reach.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Maurizio whispers between kisses.

“Thank you.”

You smile to yourself, relaxing under his touch.

“Thank you, Maurizio. I had a good time with you tonight.”

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, tesoro.”

His face nuzzles into your neck.

“I enjoy spending time with you.”

The two of you stay like this for a while before you start shivering in the cool air of the apartment. He unwraps his arms, allowing you to get up and put your undergarments back on.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

Your eyes widen. Was this not just a quick fuck to you like I thought it was?

“Y-You...you want me to...stay?”

He nods, looking away, suddenly shy.

“I would, very much, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

You think for a moment before nodding.

“Sure, I’ll stay. I have a train back to Rome in the afternoon, so I can’t stick around for very long in the morning.”

“That’s fine.”

He says, smiling as he sits up and pulls the boxers back up onto his hips.

“Let me get you some clothes to borrow for the night.”

After you get dressed in the surprisingly comfortable Gucci tracksuit, you crawl under the covers. Maurizio joins you minutes later, reaching out to pull you back against him once more.

“Is this alright?”

You nod silently, taking a deep breath.

Soon, you feel his soft snores on your neck, and you giggle to yourself.

Why is that so fucking endearing? And why do I feel myself falling for him?

You let yourself fall asleep to the rhythmic sounds of his snoring, quieting your mind.

I’ll deal with it in the morning.

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Love Potion (George x Reader)

*This is a re-write of my original ‘’Love Potion’’ story, i wasn’t happy with some of the details, so i’m adding a little bit extra to it, just so it makes sense for the future of this story*

*This story takes place during The Goblet Of Fire, about a month after the attack at the quidditch attack*

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You arrive at the platform. Wheeling your trunk with one hand and carrying your bag of books in the other. You take a breath in, you have gone through and back through the platform at least 10 times before, but you hated the feeling of walking through, it made you dizzy and sick, but only for a moment and then you would walk out the other side ready to board the Hogwarts Express. You also remember Neville telling you about a boy named Harry who had once walked straight into the wall, claiming the platform had sealed up. You were still sceptical about this claim, but still, you didn’t want to walk face first into a wall.

With a deep breath in, you look around to make sure there are no Muggles near by and start to jog, your jog turns into running-skip as you mentally prepare to walk straight into a wall, you squeeze your eyes tight as you feel that rollercoaster-type drop in your stomach. When you open your eyes, you are there, surrounded by crowds of people.

You see families waving their goodbyes, but you are alone, like every year, your grandmother always says goodbye outside Kings-Cross but never crossed the platform. “Bad for the skin all that fast travel” she would say, but you felt that wasn’t the reason she wouldn’t cross with you.

You see people staring to pair off in their respective house’s to get a good cabin before they all got too full. “You don’t want to be stuck in a cabin next to that Longbottom boy, or Loonie Lovegood the whole journey” you heard Penelope say one year, although you were quite fond of Neville and Luna and had spent odd journeys with the two of them and genuinely enjoyed their company, after all that’s when you were told about the “boy who lived” walking straight into a wall.

You see the Weasley family, and his mother licking her thumb and wiping the corner of Ronald Weasleys mouth, he looked embarrassed as Harry shot him a hidden laugh. You didn’t know all of the Weasleys but you knew of Ronald, Ginny, the twins of course, and Percy.

You are scoping over the platform, looking for angelica, looking quite nervous as you’re walking closer to the train, and closer to the Twins.

George taps Fred on the chest with the back of his hand and uses his head to motion in your direction.

“Too pretty for you, mate” Fred says jokingly.

You see Angelica and begin walking towards her, waving both your hands in the air, she puts up her hand and waves back. her dark hair is bouncing as she is practically skipping towards you from the other side of the platform, “sorry, oops, sorry! Sorry, ‘scuse me, sorry, thank you!, sorry” she says as she is weaving in and out of the crowds of people.

You are nearly passing the Weasley-clan now, and George is still unknowingly staring straight at you, you look up and find yourself looking straight into his brown eyes, you give him a shy smile and he cheekily gives you a wink, which made you shyly look away and back to Angelica, I suppose she thinks you were smiling so much because you were so happy to see her, which you were, but you were smiling so much because of that damn wink.

She doesn’t even stop to say hi, she just drops her bags onto the floor, and practically throws herself on to you, and into a hug, which makes you drop your bags

‘’I’m so glad you’re okay!’’ She shouts pulling herself away to cup your face in her hands.

‘‘Why wouldn’t i be...’‘ you respond, feeling very concerned

‘‘You...you mean you didn’t hear what happened? at the quidditch world cup?’‘ she questioned

‘‘i’ve not been told a thing..’‘ you said, very dryly

‘‘we, we will get on the train and i tell you, i’m shocked your Grandmother didn’t tell you anything’‘ she said

‘‘yeah...me too’‘ you responded.

Angelica was a little taller than you, and had a thin frame, her dark eyes always looked smokey and sultry, and her dark complexion was simply gorgeous. Sometimes you felt like a child next to her, with you being shorter than her, shorter than most. But despise the fact you two were almost totally different in every way, you always had each others backs, and she never left you for the more popular girls, even though she fitted in more with those girls than you, she still adored you, and wanted it no other way.

“Let’s go find a cabin, before the good ones get taken” she said jokingly with a wink, trying to lighten the mood

“You’re starting to sound like Penelope” you giggled.

You grabbed hold of your heavy bags and hoist them onto the train.

You wheel your bags down the carriage and straight to the back of the train

“Here will do!” She giggles, knowing damn well this is the cabin you usually sit in, because no one else would take it, it was one near the back, it was the shakiest cabin on the train, but the upside was the sweet trolley came to your cabin first.

You step up on the seats as Angelica passed you your trunks to put in the overhead storage, they were too high for you to do stood on the floor, after lifting both your trunks into the storage, you both placed your book bags on the seats next to you, and both you took a seat next to the window, opposite of each other, legs up on each others seats creating a bridge between your seat and hers.

You look out the window and see the back of the Twins, waving their mother goodbye, they then turned, you saw George’s face, thought of that wink, and smiled.

“He’s so hot” Angelica said, talking about Fred

“Yeah he is” you respond, talking about George

Neither of you took in what the other said, you were both too busy looking at the boys.

they were getting on the train and were probably getting ready to start their mini pop up shop of joke sweets and accessories. The boys always started at the opposite end of the train to the “trolley lady” (as Angelica liked to call her). They would start at the top of the train and work their way down, find themselves a cabin and use their earnings to buy themselves sweets off the trolley.

The train let out its first whistle of two. this first was a signal to any (first year) students that are not yet on the train, to wiggle themselves free of their family’s embrace and sloppy kisses and get on to that train. After a few years you learn to turn up early and get a cabin.

The second whistle indicated that you were (about 30 seconds) from setting off.

“I think we will be getting ready to set off soon!” Angelica said excitedly.

The last of the students hurried on to the train and squeezed into full cabins.

“Do anything fun for autumn break, y/n” Angelica asked, genuinely interested.

“Not really, no, muggle school you know, got to keep up with the Muggle studies as well as the Magic ones, you know my grandma” you said rather straight “what about you?” You asked Angelica.

“Oh my break was good y/n! Until what happened at the quidditch world cup’’ she responded hanging her head slightly.

‘‘What happened?’‘ you asked, feeling stupid for not knowing.

She explained the attack, and how the dark lord may be back. ‘’we’ve not seen or heard anything for about a month so i’m assuming they’re deeming Hogwarts safe to be open i guess’’

The second train whistle blew, it was 11am.

“Best get comfy” you said to Angelica, these train rides seemed to get longer the more years you had been at Hogwarts, it felt like home, and you couldn’t wait to go home.

The “trolley lady” usually started her rounds about half an hour into the journey, she liked to give people time to get settled, but more so, get hungry.

“So, did you get to talk to Fr..” you were cut off

“ANNNNNNNNYTHING OFF THE TROLLEY DEARZZZZZ” you hear a deep voice shout.

“That can’t be her” you said checking your watch “it’s not even half past yet”

“ANNNNNNNNYTHING OFF THE TROLLEY…. DEARZZZZ” you hear the voice say again, you open the cabin door and there is Fred and George Weasley, mimicking the trolley lady, with a brief case full of joke items.

You look at the full brief case and back up at George.

“What would you recommend” you ask him

“WELL FOR YOU, DEARRRR” he said still mimicking the trolley lady “HOW ABOUT A LOOOOOOOVE POTION, FIRST OF THE LINE DEARRRR, COME GIVE IT A WHIFF” still using his trolley lady voice.

“What are you trying to say to me, George Weasley, that I can’t find a date?” you joking scold him

“Looks like she’s doing just fine on her own” Fred leans and whispers to George, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

George shoots a “pack it in” look to his brother over his shoulder.

“Give it a whiff then?” George asks again “rumour has it, you smell your favourite thing”

You move close enough to George and you can smell him, he smells like black currant, citrus, dark chocolate, incense, amber, vanilla. He opens up the love potion and you go to take a smell. “Doesn’t smell like anything, must be a dud” you say

“Well, honestly, we didn’t have anyone to test it on, fancy giving it a whirl?” George asks.

“No can do! That is the most dangerous potion in the world!” You joke.

He closes up the brief case “don’t suppose you’ll let us sit in there with you? The rest of the train is packed”

“YEAH, I mean, no worries” Angelica shouted, but then tried to play cool.

You always knew she had a crush on Fred, she just never said anything to him.

Fred took a seat next to Angelica, and George opposite him next to you.

“Good business this year, boys” you ask

“Not really” Fred says

“Looks like people are either holding onto their money a bit tighter, or our products this year are crap” George said, pretending to joke, but you could tell he was a bit bummed about it.

“I’m sure your products aren’t crap” Angelica said reassuringly

“Let’s have one of those love potions then” she says to Fred.

You shoot a wide eyed look at her, a “don’t you dare use that” kind of look.

Fred quickly opens up the briefcase and hands her the love potion for 5 Galleons.

“So, you boys get up to anything good this break?” you ask, mostly directing your question to George

“Well our brothers came to visit, we went to the quidditch World Cup, unfortunately, but mostly Ginny was pestering us to teach her Quidditch, so that was pretty much it” Fred responded, despite your desperate attempts to get George to speak

“ANNNNNNYTHING OFF THE TROLLY DEARS” the Trolley Lady started

You all giggled, thinking of Fred and George’s mimic of her

“I’ll never be able to hear that the same, thanks to you” you said shooting a look at George, he winked at you again, and you melted.

You got up and opened the door, “yes, us please” you say to the trolley lady

“Same as usual?” you turned and asked Angelica

“Please” she smiled

“Two liquorice wands and a Fairy Fizz for Angelica” you say to the Lady

You turn and see Fred and George turning out their pockets, counting their money together

“We don’t have enough, mate” you heard George say and Fred looked disappointed. This hit you in the chest and you just felt so bad for them.

“Two pumpkin pasties … and two Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, two Chocolate Frogs, one Pixie Pop and another Fairy Fizz, please” you asked

“Of course dear!” The lady said as she bagged your sweets and drinks, you handed her the money, grabbed your bag, closed the door and sat back down next to George.

Fred and George were still looking disappointed with their lack of sweets, you reached into the bag, picked up a box of beans and threw it in the air towards Fred to catch, you handed the other box to George and then did the same with the Chocolate Frogs.

You then reached over the cabin and handed Fred the Fairy Fizz drink “my favourite” Fred said

You handed the Pixie Pop drink to George, “MY favourite” George looked at you.

“How did you know this was my favourite” George asked, laughing.

“Well seeing how you both drink them with your Breakfast, Dinner and Lunch I assumed they would be!” You smiled, looking dead into George’s eyes

“You can tell us apart?” George asked

“Of course I can, George” you said softly, putting your hand on his hand that was on his knee, there was a second of silence between the two of you and you looked into each others eyes. This was the first time George felt like his own person and not just “one of the twins” and he liked that the person who could tell them apart, was you.

You both snapped out of it and pulled your gaze away from eachother and moved your hands away.

He reached into his briefcase and handed you a love potion.

“What’s this for?” You asked tilting your head to the side

“Payment, for the sweets” he smiled.

You reached, grazed your hand over his, and took the love potion, knowing you wouldn’t use it, but the gesture was nice as it was the only “girly” thing these boys made, and put it in your pocket.

You spent the rest of the journey trying the different beans, throwing them in the air and catching them in your mouths. Seeing what cards they got in their Frog box. Angelica and Fred started getting closer, whispering to eachother and laughing at their own jokes together, leaving you and George to talk about Classes and what happened at the Quidditch World Cup.

The train was pulling into the station now “this has been fun, George” you said smiling at him

“It sure has, we should do it again some time … if you want” he said, this is the first time he has looked shy

“Is that a date, Mr Weasley?” You said laughing

He went red and laughed along not knowing what to say to that.

The train came to a complete stop, and you got ready to stand back up on the chair to reach your bag, George stood up, towering over you as you were still sat down, something about seeing him looking down at you lit a heat in your stomach and you felt your cheeks going pink.

He reached up in the overhead cabin and pulled your bag down for you

“Blimey y/n, what do you have in this bag, a hippogriff?” He laughed and placed your bag on the floor for you to take.

Angelica grabbed her bag off the overhead locker.

You both grabbed your bookbags and followed Fred and George off the train.

You went to take the small step off the train and George held out his hand for you to stabilise yourself with, you took it, and he winked.

When you got off the train you asked Fred and George “are you coming to the meal?”

“Afraid not y/n” said Fred

“Gonna try and flog a few of these items to the first years before we eat” said george

“okay, Freddie, well, see you ‘round” Angelica said to fred

“Freddie?” George mouthed to you, rolling his eyes and you both laughed. Fred looked very embarrassed at being called this and the fact that you and his brother noticed made it even worse and so he slightly shook his head.

You started to walk up to the boats and turned around to see George watching you walk away “See you around, Georgie” you shouted over to him, mocking Angelica, George smiled and shot you a wink, and you felt that fire again.

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When you got to the common room you begin to unpack all your things and when you sat on your bed you felt a clink in your pocket, and you remembered the love potion George gave you, you opened it up and took a smell of it, it smelled like black currant, citrus, dark chocolate, incense, amber, vanilla, it smelled of George. And then it hit you, you couldn’t smell the love potion because you were standing right next to him, and they smelled the same. You felt bad for calling his product a “dud”. But smiled at the smell of it. You spent the next few at nights before bed taking a smell of it, you knew you had to tell him.

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