Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1895. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
Did You Know?
Braces, or suspenders, were almost universally worn due to the high cut of men's trousers. Belts did not become common until the 1920s. — MJ
This was a strange conversation to have with her still on his lap, but they should have had it before either of them were naked. Noble had thought until now that he would be able to control himself, but he had not actually been in this situation before, and now he was starting to doubt himself. He moved his hand away from that wet place and rested it, gentle, on her hip.
"Abortifaecents aren't a guarantee," Noble pointed out. He brewed them, he sold them — but as he told his patients, they were not a failsafe. They were not regulated due to being illegal, and in the absence of regulations, people had to guess at what they were doing. Noble was good at it, but he was not perfect.
"And even when they work, they can be damaging to the health of the woman." To her health, to her future fertility — and while he would not father her children the way she said this point in my life implied she would want them later.
She frowned. Rosalie likely knew the risks of abortifaecents more than he, as she had treated women who took the risk either too late in pregnancy or too often. Women who sometimes lost their fertility completely or, worse, their lives. It was, however, not a wholly common issue, though she supposed working women weren't keen on attending hospitals for illness from illegal potions. But, it was unlikely enough that Rosalie felt comfortable enough accepting the risk.
But still, if he was this concerned then the likelihood of getting him to continue with the evening was diminishing by the second. And suddenly, Rosalie felt as though she was in that closet all over again, the rejection of not like this echoing in her ears. She was always going to be left wanting, always going to be facing the reality of her mistakes.
"I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with." Rosalie murmured as she moved off his lap and onto the bed besides him. She felt too exposed, too vulnerable to be sitting on him while having this conversation. Her hands came to cover her chest, her gaze no longer completely upon his. "I'm aware enough of the risks that I'm okay with taking them, but if you're not - " She shrugged. He'd either leave or they could continue with just kissing, or - or they'd find some other way.
Without her on his lap, Noble felt embarrassed — a faint flush rose in his cheeks. It felt silly that he was the one to call things off, because that — wasn't really what men were supposed to do, was it? But he didn't want to have a pregnancy on either of them, didn't want to have to brew her an abortion potion, did not want to have to live with the consequences.
There was no solace here.
He swallowed. "Would you — lie down?" Noble asked, sounding sheepish. He was remembering how much she'd liked when he kissed her breasts, and wanted to go back to that, the unfettered sounds of her desire, rather than the current awkwardness of the situation. "There's something I want to try."
Confusion knitted across her features. It seemed clear to her what the intentions now were for the evening, and while Rosalie would have settled for kissing him in the comfort of her bed she certainly wasn't going to do so nude. Not when the temptation for more would be ever prevalent and she'd likely try to cross the lines he drew in the sand.
"Shouldn't we - if we're not - shouldn’t we get dressed first?" At the very least she could pull a night dress over her exposed flesh.
Embarrassment didn't always show on his face, but this time it did — he could feel the heat in his cheeks at even the thought of explaining to Rosalie what he wanted to do to her. That was the unfair thing about sex, or almost-sex, so far — it involved a lot more talking than Noble would have liked.
"I want to —" he made an awkward little hand wave, sighed, swallowed "— I want to kiss you — down there."
A beat passed before understanding clicked in Rosalie's expression and was followed immediately by a deep flush of both nervousness and embarrassment. Very few of her friends were married, and those who were didn't often speak of the particulars of intimacy with her. She knew that men sometimes preferred a woman's mouth on them, but never once had she considered the opposite.
"Oh ... okay." She agreed, her nervousness obvious across her face. "But could we - could we kiss more first? Would that be alright?" Something to break the awkwardness that had settled in the air.
He'd made her nervous. Noble swallowed. He wished that this wasn't so awkward — but he'd gone and made it that way, hadn't he? His responsible, maybe even neurotic nature getting the better of him again. "Of course," he said, trying for some of the confidence that had carried them this far. Noble leaned forward to kiss her deeply, seeking a return of their chemistry.
Rosalie allowed her hands to drop from her chest, falling first onto his lap then moving to his sides as she returned the kiss with (what she hoped was) equal vigor. It took a minute for her anxiety to subside, for the embarrassment to be replaced once more by arousal. Though, when it finally did Rosalie surprised herself by taking the initiative to lean back upon the bed, pulling Noble down with her.
Once they were kissing again, it was easy for Noble to relocate the ease he'd previously felt — he followed her movement down into the bed. He was hard again, too, and glad for the layer of clothing he had on, lest he be too tempted to cross his own lines. He moved to kissing her neck, then her breasts again, paying special attention to her nipples.
The soft whimpers and moans were soon escaping her once more as his mouth returned to her breasts. Rosalie was enjoying his touch so thoroughly that she almost forgot about his request. Almost.
She untangled her hands from his hair as she nodded her assent. "Please." Rosalie then quietly pleaded.
He kissed his way down her body, the entire time thinking that perhaps he'd been over-ambitious — he didn't really know what he was doing. But he tried to use the same techniques he used when he was kissing her normally, or when he'd been kissing her breasts, and the sounds she made were encouraging rather than discouraging. After some time, the sounds slowed, and Noble was not sure if she was tired of him or if his jaw was tired or both.
He came away from her and up the bed, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before lying next to her.
Tension built within her like a coil tightening in her core, and yet the sweet release never came. She neared it a few times, or so she thought, but then something would shift or the moment would change and then it was gone again.
Still, Rosalie smiled at him when he laid back down besides her before leaning up on her elbow. "Is that - is that something I could do for you, too?"
Noble was feeling pleased with himself, even if he was not entirely sure how well he'd done, because she was smiling at him. He blinked at the question. "I think so," he said. He swallowed, and admitted, "I've never tried it."
"Neither have I," Rosalie admitted with a flush, though her confession felt fairly obvious in the current circumstances. "We can learn together."
She didn't wait long before leaning in to mouth along his jaw and down his neck. Then, further down, his chest and nipples, his lower abdomen...Before long, Rosalie had situated herself between his legs, his member loosely held in one hand as she gave it an experimental lick on the underside.
Noble's nerves were getting the better of him again — he felt incredibly vulnerable with Rosie's mouth on his naked body, and then with her hand on him. But once she licked him, the nerves abated — most thoughts abated. He could feel himself getting harder. "Oh, that's good," Noble said, not bothering to try to sound cool this time.
Propelled by his reactions, Rosalie continued on licking, kissing and eventually, putting the tip inside her mouth. She continued following his reactions, alternating between using her hand and mouth when the need to breathe became pressing, until he reached his release.
She almost didn't hear his warning, almost pulled off him in confusion, but then there was thick, hot streams of something in her mouth and Rosalie swallowed simply because she didn't know what else to do with it.
When the streams stopped and his member began deflating, Rosalie climbed back towards the pillows and laid on her side besides him.
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