#magical candy

[melonramune]

2025-01-25

[wonwongalla]

the truth candy, Julius take

Alternative Scene for Conrad's Confession, The Sequel

situated after breakfast

Then, when Julius was talking about Charmy’s Food Magic and Dwarf heritage, he remembered he still had a new, unused bag of mystery candies. He let the red velvet bag fall onto his hand from one of his gates, making Julius stop abruptly when his eyes noticed the bag. His eyes lit up even more, leaning on Conrad to look down at the bag.

“It’s the other one! Oh, there were a couple candies we did not get to try last night, now is the perfect moment.” He tried to take the bag from his hands, moving the candies away as he hummed in denial. Julius frowned, crossing his arms. “Why not?”

“I noticed you we able to tell them apart yesterday,” that made Julius blush, pouting as if that would save his dignity. Conrad vented some air, smiling to the side. “So if you want to try them again, it has to be random.”

“We just ate, the sick candy would be a waste of food.” Julius complained, looking at him slightly annoyed.

“They I lock away the effect.” He shrouded, placing the bag on the kitchen island. “I won’t let you try rewind your body again after that. Now without aiming for the same consequences.” And he wriggled his eyebrows.

“A little rest feels suited.” Oh now he was putting out his Wizard King tone TM to sound all serious and important, when he was more than willing to continue their frenzy before breakfast. “Can I try one? You don’t have too.” He added, taking his hand to hold it on his own.

“I have a theory I want to try. But… I also have a bag of the mana-restoring candies. We don’t have to put ourselves through the other effects of you don’t want to. I’d take one too.”

“What’s the fun in that? Horny candy, confession candy, I don’t mind.” Julius said animatedly, patting his tight. He sighed, standing to walk to the living room with bag in hand. It was evident the candies had different mana signatures now. He just hoped neither would get the sick candy. He laid on the sofa, resting his head on the armrest, while Julius took a moment to study his position and then promptly laid down on top of him, back to his chest, like a little spoon. Doing his best to ignore the magical signatures of the candy, he took out two.

“For you,” he handed the red plain candy to Julius, who made himself comfortable resting his head on his chest; and then he left the bag in the coffee table, his green spotted candy in hand. “For me. Cheers.”

He ate the candy first, while Julius looked up at his expectant. He grabbed Julius candy and put it in his mouth, and the blond licked his fingers. A laugh escaped from his lips at the sensation. Conrad grappled his arms around Julius, stroking his now apron-less chest as he waited for the effects to manifest.

His energy doubled. His muscles felt better. His magic was fighting to burst out of his control.

“I think I got the mana replenishing candy,” he said, crafting ten keys in the air without any effort. “It feels so weird, though. Almost like I have more mana than my body should have… I’ll have to ask miss Charmy about it. It’s not normal. I… I feel like I want to fight someone.”

Julius covered his face with his arm, seeming oddly shy out of nowhere. Conrad stroked his arm gently. “Come on, say something. Otherwise I’ll think you just got another drunk candy and are tripping now.”

“That would be fun!” Julius say, unexpectedly animated… his eyes, however, told another story as he half sat, looking around the room.

“What is it?” Conrad asked, preparing his mana to cast a sealing spell in case Julius had been so unlucky to get the sick candy once again. But the blond looked like he was about to cry, which panicked even further. “Tell me.”

“I feel so luck to have you by my side you can’t even imagine; if Lucius had gone ahead with his plan and you had fallen for it this world would have been doomed with destruction, but if you hadn’t fallen, you might have killed him, killing me also. And it feels irrational to think as such, because I know that my knights would have been powerful enough to defeat the two of you without major casualties. We are both here now… nothing bad happened. And thanks to what you did, you were welcomed back onto the kingdom, which made me realize how much I missed having an equal.”

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this! I must have gotten the truth candy. And this is horrible, Conrad! How did you manage to say so little yesterday!”

He was about to remind him that he’d confessed his fair share of embarrassing stuff, but Julius continues spilling the contents of his heart.

“Back then, when you confessed your plan with Elsdocia and the fortress, I though about killing you.”

Conrad felt his heart still.

“I knew I didn’t have the heart to do that, even if you threatened to kill the whole kingdom. I foresaw many futures that day, and every one of those, I betrayed you. All but one… in which rather than sealing you eternally, I sent you away. A path were I stripped you of your rights and abused your political prowess.”

Julius was crying, his face twisted with remorse as he curled himself on a ball at the end of the couch. Conrad was too shocked to speak, but he also sat upright and reached for Julius —just to be turned away.

“You know why it worked?” He shook his head, Julius sobbed, looking at him with brutal sincerity. “Lucius manipulated you so you were away during his plans. He changed your heart, your soul, Conrad… he pushed you away from me. From all us. Made you an stranger to your own land. He just told me a couple weeks ago, but I repressed it. Hell, I can’t remember if I told Marx to erase that conversation entirely from my brain. At least these candies don’t have absolute power over memories… ah but Marx magic is almost as powerful as Lucius when it comes to manipulate memories. I wonder how they make this effect.”

“Well, I’m glad he did if that’s what brought us together 10 years after our disagreement.”

“What a way to put things to perspective.” Julius laughed weakly. "Silly man, I'm in love with you."

***

well, I have so many scenes laying around in Elipsus I did not find the place to put. My brain if fried after applying to so many jobs lol and I did not choose this one bc confessing Julius feels kind of ooc

[lammienade]

[poeticstories]

October Week 3 (10/15-10/21): Magical Piece of Candy

With our third week of Spooky Poetry, we want you to imagine giving out candy on Halloween, but not just any candy, magical candy. Tell us what it does to people once they eat it with this week’s prompt:

Magical Piece of Candy

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[heartofmuse]

Magical Candy

Magical candy,

 His lips 

that I like to savor, lick and sometimes bite a bit

That juicy sweetness I love to taste

is more potent that any hocus pocus or any witch’s hex 

e.v.e.

[violetrose93]

Chapter 3 of Stuck on a Train

Chapter 3 is finally up! Here’s another excerpt just because. Do I even need a reason to promote Scorose fluffiness anymore? No. No, I do not. Full story here.

            “If it wasn’t so dark, I bet I could see my breath,” Rose muttered a little while later.

           “Probably,” he agreed, flexing his aching fingers. The cold had been gradually seeping through the window since the train stopped. Glass wasn’t a particularly great insulator.

           Without warning, one of Rose’s feet slammed into the seat next to Scorpius. He yelped and jerked away. “What was that for?” he exclaimed.

           “Wasn’t aiming at you,” she growled. “I just can’t believe I don’t have my wand.”

           “Now you know how Albus and I feel.”

           “I forgot,” she admitted. “They took your wands away.”

           “Just on holidays,” he replied cheerfully. “And we’re not allowed to do magic then anyway, so it’s not really much of a punishment.”

           “It certainly feels like a punishment at the moment,” Rose grumbled.

           Scorpius started to respond, but stopped. He stopped because a beautiful, dangerous idea had taken form in his mind, and if it worked, losing his wand would definitely not be a punishment.

           “Rose,” he whispered, his voice scratching against the roof of his suddenly dry mouth.

           “Yeah?”

           “Um, maybe . . . we could . . . never mind.”

           No. He was not going to suggest that. She would kill him. Or at least slap him. Probably both. Kill him, then slap him.  

           “What?”

           “I said never mind. Just ignore me. I mean, you have enough practice, right?” His voice was so high that Voldemort would have been jealous.

           “Malfoy, I am tired, I am hungry, and I am freezing. What are you on about?”

           Ah, an escape. “If you’re hungry, I still have some sweets in my bag.” He stood up hastily and stumbled over to where he’d been sitting. “Honestly, Albus was right, the Cauldron Cakes probably aren’t any good, but James brought us some stuff from Honeydukes when he went last. Pepper Imps and Sugar Quills and Jelly Slugs—”

           He was babbling, he knew he was babbling, but he couldn’t seem to stop. 

           “—well, I don’t like them much, but Albus swears by them. Personally, I hate the way they slide around—”

           “Me too,” Rose finally interrupted. “But if you’re done trying to distract me with candy, I’d really like to know what you were going to say.”

           So, not an escape. Perfect. It was times like these that he wished she was just a little bit more like Albus. Not even Scorpius could pretend that his best friend wasn’t one of the most oblivious people on the planet. But at the moment, it would have been helpful if Rose didn’t possess a propensity for perceptiveness; the lack of which was what made Albus so infuriatingly endearing, after all.  

           “It was nothing,” he said quickly, feeling his way clumsily back to where she was sitting. “It’s just . . . it really is cold . . . so I thought . . . I don’t want you to take this the wrong way . . . but if we sat a little closer, it might . . . Please don’t hit me.”  

           He cringed in the darkness, waiting for her reaction. But after a lengthy pause, Rose just sighed. “Budge over then.”

[yukimfy]

waka/IMBK

[wonwongalla]

PART TWO OF CONRAD'S CONFESSION PUBLISHED!!!!

11k words the little creature

If you don't have a ao3 account and want to read the two parts (old man yaoi where Lucius never happened + magical candy chaos), let me know, I can send you the pdf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/71555996/chapters/186282331