#dont know how to explain it but this must be a third time this happens

[ackermental]

loving the Moonlight Mystique in all it's cringy glory and wild colors, but for fucks sake, cdrama lords need to stop casting Bai Lu in such roles, she keeps butchering them like a pro

[wonderhomeland]

Someting someting

Alpha!simon x f!Omega!reader

Simon not knowing how to treat omegas, not in the traditinal way, he just take them when he need stress relief after a shitty mission.

So when he was told that they specified him a mate, he was confused. They weren't supposed to meet and sign documents in one go. The bound was often not done properly, and omegas were always harmed duo to the lack of attention from their alpha. Thats why they wanted to go back to the old ways. courting.

Courting process start with alpha presenting gifts to omega. and what can our boy buy for her? They were never met, nor given any idea of what she can possibly like.

So the only thing he could think of was one of his old hoodies. It wasn't tattered or torn, but it was clear he'd been wearing it for a long time. The black fabric had taken on the shape of his body, the slight stretch from his large bicep and massive chest, and most importantly, his scent all over it.

He didn't even think about how much it might scares her. Make her feel unsafe.

He always wore it when he was on leave. All of his thoughts, rage, worries, and negative feelings was remained on his hoodie through his scent.

And the size of it? a huge alpha with twisted mind.

The next phase of courting is basically dating. And after months, they start the third phase, chasing.

But since we dont have enough time, they are going to skip the second phase and go straight to chasing.

Usually, after sharing some time together, they become more familiar with each other's scents and can react better to them. But they haven't meet yet, so it's going to be more like a predator and prey then chase for bonding.

Clearing the base, they let the omega walk at the hallways and leave her scent every were, then release the beast. She must run and he must follow, but he freezes after smelling her sweet scent. dumb-struck, excited and aroused.

Like i said, simon don't know shit about tradition. imagine his sweet omega looking around, waiting, confused about what is going on, what should she be expecting but the alpha is nowhere to be found , she doesn't even smell anything to indicate that he is near.

Desperate, she decides to go back to her room and call Laswell. Explain what happened, maybe they can try again later. But the closer she gets to her room, the stronger the familiar -yet not-so-familiar- scent becomes. When she reaches her door, she realizes that Instead of following, catching and claiming her, her alpha has come towards her room, marked out a considerable radius with his own scent wall to prevent any alphas from getting close to her.

What a silly man he is...

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Love alpha simon, fuck up man has to deal with his sweet omega that he craves but she doesn't want him :(

Pls conasider that im not a writter and english is not my first language! Tnx for reading till end♡.

Part 2

[syluses]

tell me why bloodhound just changed my life.. seriously. you write as if the words are just naturally being pulled out of your brain; effortless. let me kiss your mind. also... not to be breeding kink anon, but i must ask (my sincerest apologies)--was sylus trying to get her pregnant their first time? goodness, imagine if she was ovulating (he can sense it) or lord help her, he's in a rut? he just needs to give you his pups (would he want a lot?), and watch your body swell so beautifully :(

me rn: 🥹💓

Also im so sorry for the late reply bby i sometimes procrastinate on answering fic questions just bc i wanna give a nice proper in depth response- which my scatterbrain cannot always do hehe. But just know i appreciate u!! ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

Also…, not to be breeding kink writer- but thats one of my biggest kinks & i apologize to each & every one of my readers bc i deadass sprinkle that shit into like a third of my fics 🤦🏻‍♀️ anyway u get me so les GO

Now miraculously, i did not actually write the intention for sylus to knock mc up in Bloodhound. Not right then at least 👀 Their first time together, which we see in the fic, happens partly because one) Sylus is whipped for mc and can only contain his passion for so long; and two) Sylus just really wants to ‘bind’ them together somehow— even with the lack of biting, he still knotted her and you can best believe that means something to him and her both in heart and body :) also bro just really wanted to make her feel good and show his appreciation for her: he’s not the best with verbal affection in this fic, and we all know he’s very action-oriented. What better way to confess his love for her than dipping his head below the sheets? :) he’s eager to somehow return the favor and take care of HER. let it be known he absolutely adores and values her.

now dont get me wrong, his base instincts have already planted that bug in his ear and he’s definitely pictured her all round and pretty with his pups… but he holds enough decency (unlike sylus in some of my other fics) to hesitate on dumping all his wants/desires on her- especially right in one go. He’s wary of himself: not because his mind’s in a bad place, per se, but it’s mentioned that he had a pretty brutal past- and he’s scared his grisly environment has subconsciously bent him too out of shape for mc. He makes every effort to be more ‘tame’ and ‘gentle’ with her- and he adores everything about her, whether it be her smile, voice, how she looks at him, and that perfect body of hers- but he also cant help the slight jerk response whenever she grazes his neck unexpectedly or speaks a little too loudly.., ykwim? Its hard to explain it but basically- sylus harbors every amorous intention toward her, but he holds off on acting on them all bc he’s not sure if his beaten instinctive side, if u will, can keep itself in check. The absolute last thing he wants is to hurt her.

Good thing mc is super patient with him :] she’ll make him realize he can trust himself eventually dont worry <3

Anyways when homegirl ovulates, u best believe this man is extra tense around her but also just a smidgen more touchy— furthermore, he’s extra protective :) disturbing his own sleep during ungodly hours of the night just to get up and make sure the door is locked (each bolt, slat, and latch) and assure his girl is still all tucked in <3 There’s not one documented time where sylus has ever had an exactly easy time keeping his hunger for her in check- even more so when she’s in that phase- but the grouchy old dog’s self restraint is impressive. 💯 He’s especially doting with her, then.

Now I didnt really touch on ruts in the fic i dont think? But best believe whenever he gets one, mc is in for a wild ass ride. Sylus is so extremely pent up leading to the moment where he finally pounces on mc at the fic’s end: i imagine his brutal, active life before meeting her hardly allowed the opportunity to even think of casual hook ups here and there. Not to mention- he’s not exactly the type to sleep around with whoever… And anyways, sex was rarely a passing thought in his brain: that section responsible for those emotions and cravings had a very small foothold in his trifling life… Besides, he couldnt really afford to dwell on those things, could he? ahem.

Until her 😳 and then eeeeverything changes ;P

So we see him insanely wired when he’s eating her out and then fucking her- regardless of the presence or absence of a rut.

..But when one fully does hit? Oh Great heavens

Again, she’s gonna try to be superrr patient and encouraging to him- which warms his heart and all, and slowly wears away at his remaining, stubborn walls- but all her sweet coos and caresses certainly don’t help when he’s so horny he’s running a fever- one so high she asks if he needs to see the vet... if he’s away from her (or her delicious scent as it just… fucking invites him) for so much as a minute, he’s huffing and pacing the house. He’s re-scenting everything she owns- furniture, bed, clothes, the front door, even, just so the whole complex can pick up on what he’s laying down- while she’s at work and reminding himself that he’s more than just the hunger he feels when he briefly contemplates tearing open her sofa just for the sake of letting off steam :)

but he does do this: roll around in her blankets and pillows- her dizzying, soothing scent, or what the fabric holds of it- and massage his fat knot just to alleviate the ache for a bit 😮‍💨 his whole body is burning up- but even his hand, which feels like a kiln as it furiously strokes at his thick cock- cant compare to that hot pussy of hers that wraps around him so delightfully <3 he needs her in every way, shape, and form— emotional and physical— and nothing else matters.

mc quickly realizes something is off with him- but he’s blunt enough to just outright tell her that he feels a rut incoming. He’ll suggest that he should pack a bag and leave before it hits,.. step away from her- just for a short while- but cmon, both of them know that aint happening 👀 mc’s too trusting and naive for her own good tbh bc this girl TRULY doesnt realize just how hard that (unexpected; after a looong time) rut is gonna smack into her ‘good, does-no-wrong’ boy.

…Again, im not gonna heavily assert a breeding kink onto all my fics (with the help of some chains and shackles sigh), but ima just say it. ✋🫩🤚 This man has EVERY intent to knock homegirl up sideways backwards and upside down if this happens. What that means & how that goes is …. Well 👀

[n0-1r]

i have a love hate relationship with the young justice show

on one hand it's a great introduction into dc with (mostly) fun and (kinda) likable characters

I've already made a post about how this show is not really beginner friendly but anyways, on the other hand the plot doesn't really let you enjoy the main cast as a whole and instead has 50 different plotlines at the same time and even veers off the main characters in the third season.

wait let me list my gripes with this show

1. mischaracterisation or a lack of characterisation

yj is infamous for not caring at all for it's main cast in the most recent seasons, all while tripling and even quadrupling the size of the cast. Of course there's bound to be some mischaracterisation but when the main cast is a mismash of various teen heroes from various eras of dc their character arcs get completely thrown off and even rewritten to be such unlikeable people (cough cough super boy cough cough miss martian) i mean how are you going to make a show and have your main characters be completely unlikable and even hated by the fandom.

2. lack of focus on the main cast

ooough young justice season 3 oooooh 👻

such an infamous season. i guess the character arcs of all our main characters being completed makes it slightly more okay but having this season focus on two more completely new casts of characters, one of which is very hated by the community, and having them go through two very different storylines, well the plot is vaguely the same but the character arcs are so different. And if that wasn't enough season two is a mess of yj throwing a band of characters at you and expecting you to immediately know who these people are, which leads me to my next point but first,

I must confess, i watched this show for two particular duos (cough cough birdflash cough cough timkon) well you know how well both of those went so im probably just salty about that.

3. the timeskips.

5 YEARS. 5 WHOLE YEARS BETWEEN SEASON 1 AND 2

oh my goodness so much happens in those 5 years, people are introduced, people leave and people DIE and so, so many plot holes that are just summed up to 'eh something must have happened off screen'

don't even get me started on that mess of a game that was supposed to patch the gap between these two seasons (ok i haven't actually played but have you seen those reviews, i must just read the fandom wiki)

another one of young justice's most 'iconic' features is it's perfectly linear storyline and continuous progression with absolutely no outrageous timeskips. we have characters popping out of nowhere i mean who the hell is spoiler- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIRD ROBIN oh and miss martian changing her appearance every season, honestly i think shes getting uglier and i didn't even know that was possible (ok i guess she looks fine in the last season)

so you see, i dont really need to explain how bad the timeskips in this show are.

ok wait this has been just a post of me shitting on young justice uhhh guysss yj is sooo good you should totallyyyy watch

ok wait if you're just getting into dc young justice is a good watch but take the characterisation with a grain of salt okay, please trust me when superboy and miss martian are not like that. and kal is great but garth was actually the first aqualad and i hate to break it to you but artemis does not exist and spitfire is not real

so moral of the story, watch teen titans instead 🔥🔥🔥

[outsidereveries]

so I got two questions for you, when you do tarot have you ever dreamt of idols? other tarot readers seem to have such bizzare dreams of idols and their groups and I had only one memorable dream of skz but I do not think I am connected to them in anyway, as I dont do tarot its jsut an interesting subject I like, not even in the 5D but the dream reminded me of their song megaverse so my second question is about that.

do you or anyone know where skz got the songtitle megaverse from? it interests me bc I wonder recently if there is megaverse outside this planet. Or why we only stuck on this planet in this life if we dont like it why is this all we have to experience? nothing too fun no super powers nothing ordinary except for all the shit in the media and on our phones.

I also once had dream of skz some time ago and it was like they had some type of super powers could run faster and there was something on their arms too, an arm strap with lots of buttons it was such a bizzarre dream bc I dont and rarely dream of idols I specifically remember seeing felix and bangchan then I woke up and was like what the hell. I'm mainly just a listener rather than a follower so again I dont particularly feel deeply obsessed with this group.

I think that could have been the 5d, what do you think? some tarot readers even have more interesting dreams of say jungkook with his fs and so on. I feel like theres so much we dont know or wont ever know but like ordinary life is too plain and boring but I wouldnt want a life of wealth either bc I shouldnt need money or education to decide how I spend rest of my life. outside of tarot what else do you tend to believe in to do with the universe or past vs present and so on?

to be honest, i extemely rarely dream about idols (more rarely than "seldom"). last time it happened was 3-4 years ago with loona, maybe heejin, i believe so? even if i dreamt about someone in the industry recently, i probably won't remember, tarot doesn't influence me to this extent. i usually dream about my future or how i had my day no matter if it's about from a few days ago or literally yesterday. only now i started to dream about my twin flame? and even so it happens from time to time and not occasionally (i've "learned" he tried to get into my dreams but i didn't let his soul to do that😭)

in this case since i can dream about how my day went, i usually dream about other public people, i.e. local politicians but i believe it's pretty much up to there, it's not anything special to me tbh, it's just oridinary things inside of me.

i have no clue from where skz have come from the title megaverse from their rockstar b-side but i've had wonders in the past about these questions you have too. it got away bc i usually believe in this stuff, but i can feel that the question that's more interesting to think is why the 5d universe is sort of taboo? i mean, we're in a century that the spirituality, related to the energies is "trending", why it's still a taboo?

i recently have dreamt of having superpowers too but it was related to me unlocking the rest of my chakras (i've had my third eye open but the rest were not as open as now tbh😭) and instead of skz, i got them but remembering the rest of my dream, it explains why and it's personal stuff

the 5d is more than the dreams we have, but they can be the start of entering into the 5d universe tbh, so.. yeah; if you are obsessed over someone and their future life ofc you'll start to dream about it, but i am also aware that it's not the only case you'll dream about someone famous😭

about my religion though, i'm baptized (orthodox christian, to be exact), but i haven't always fully believe in the religion like some people do. to me there's the difference between the believers in a religion and doing whatever you feel it's right and the obsessed christians who follow everything like it's a must as it's pretty much unhealthy to me. i don't even want to think about religion cults.

nowadays i really feel i am more believing into the orthodox christian religion than i usually felt in the past but also tuning myself with my awareness of the universe, spirituality and etc. and etc. as it works out for me the best and i believe it should work like that for anything else as the religions shouldn't be usually believed strictly imho but my beliefs might be like they're now possibly bc of the tf journey i'm in so it might be unsuprising at all if i have to be extremely honest

[ema0rsully]

Nicktoons Unite: Turning the Tables (Wattpad)

4: Bikini Bottom

Timmy POV

8 hours later…

That fish finally finished talking and left us alone. I don't know what it is about citizens from Bikini Bottom but whenever they tell you a story, it is like you're in a trance and you can't do anything to get out of it. And before you know it, 8 hours have passed. We collapsed onto the sandy floor, our legs could barely hold our weight anymore. Even Cozmo and Wanda fell to the floor. We decided to take a break and just sit until we can feel our legs again.

     "Did anyone pay any attention to that guy talking?" I asked, hoping for someone to give me a synopsis of the whole story. Jimmy rolled his eyes, "Luckily Turner, I did. A week ago, all the townspeople were supposed to have their daily breakfast at the Krusty Krab but it was closed. They assumed it was closed for the morning so they went on with their day. Unfortunately, the Krusty Krab never opened and the town spiralled out of control without their daily Krabby Patty" he explained. My face turned into a frown, "Wait, so why didn't that reporter just explain it to us the way you did? Why did it take almost eight hours?!" I asked again ad I rubbed my legs trying to get the blood flowing.

"He proceeded to explain every detail of what happened in their daily lives when the Krusty Krab was closed. Some tried to break in but failed," he added. "What happened to the Krusty Krab? Why did it suddenly close?" I asked. "He said he wasn't sure but an inside man that works at the Krusty Krab told him that their fry cook didn't show up for work." Jimmy said in a whispering tone, "Spongebob.." I said. "Exactly," Jimmy said "..but what confuses me is why Mr Krabs didn't call in a new fry cooker? All he cared about was money, so why wouldn't he mind replacing-" "Because he's too good" A voice said. Danny who was quiet the whole time finally spoke, his voice sounds tired. I mean we were all tired. "What do you mean by that Fenton?" Jimmy questioned.

Danny flopped his back onto the sand to get more comfortable, "Spongebob is the only one that can cook the Krabby Patty perfectly. Other fry cookers have tried, but they still can't outmatch Spongebob's way of cooking. So even if Mr Krabs replaces Spongebob, the food won't taste the same. The townsfolk won't be satisfied and another riot will start" Danny casually explains. "How do you know all this?" I asked looking down at the ghost boy. "Spongebob said one time he left Bikini Bottom because he felt like he was not needed, after he left Bikini Bottom went downhill and his friends had to get him back" he explained. I looked over to Jimmy to see what he thought of it, it looked like he had his thinking hat on.

     I realised we already wasted eight hours, we need to start looking for Spongebob. I turned to Cozmo and Wanda who were sitting next to me, "Cozmo, Wanda, are you guys done resting?" I asked. "Don't worry Sport, we're well rested. What do you need?" She asked for their wands at the ready. "Turner, please don't-" "I wish we were at Mr Krabs's house," I said. A loud POOF was heard and we were gone.

Danny POV

I was blinded by glitter and dust before my face met with the sandy floor. Jimmy was on the ground next to me while Timmy stood in front of us with his fairies by his shoulders like angels. "Who to question first then none other than the boss himself," he spoke. I and Jimmy pulled ourselves up and glared daggers at Timmy. "This is the third time Turner, one more time and I'll-" "Shhh, what's that sound?" I said. We all listened carefully, from outside the giant anchor house we could hear loud footsteps walking around. They sound very heavy, it must be Pearl. Spongebob says Mr Krabs has a daughter named Pearl who's a whale.

     I was about to ask Timmy something when he was blasted back by a water gun. I and Jimmy looked at where the water gun was shot from, "NO PEARL- wAiT! Dont attack! We're harmless!!" I yelled as we got in between her and Timmy. Pearl lowered the water gun she had, "What do you want?" she asked as she fixed her blonde hair. "We came to look for Spongebob. Have you seen him?" Jimmy asked, she frowned as if many people had asked her this question before. "For the last time, how would I know! It's not like he's my boyfriend!" she yelled, "Now get off my property you freaks!!" she stomped the ground making the earth shake, we lost balance and before we fell to the ground she shot the water gun at us. We fell back onto the road soaking wet which makes no sense because we were underwater! Pearl slammed the door shut and I heard the click of the locks.

"Well that went great" Timmy sarcastically said. I frowned at him telling him to shut up. I went ghost and flew through the wall and into the house. Pearl was still at the door when she saw me she just sighed. "Great, a ghost. I knew that weirdo was making weird friends" she stated. "Listen, Pearl, we just want to know where our friend is, we mean no harm," I spoke calmly. She raised a brow, "I'm listening", I landed on the wooden floor a few feet from her "..do you know where Mr Krabs is?" I asked. She groaned, "he is living somewhere near the bank. Ever since Spongebob left he didn't earn any money. So he decided to stay near the one place where there's lots of money". I nodded and thanked her, I flew quickly out of the house and landed next to Jimmy and Timmy.

"Got anything?" Jimmy asked, "Mr Krabs is staying somewhere near the bank.". "Well I'm not gonna question that. What's next?" Timmy asked. "We should visit the bank then." Jimmy replied, "Shouldn't we go ask Squidward and Patrick? Spongebob said his house and Mr Krabs's house aren't that far." I asked, Jimmy, thought about it and nodded "you're right. We can get more clues to where Spongebob went at his house too," he added. "Doesn't he have a snail? Maybe the snail knows where he went!" Timmy said, "I'm not sure, but it's worth the try?" I said.

~✨🖤🌈

[brokenmachinemusings]

long post - discussion of did, psychosis (briefly), warning for possible unreality

did sucks because i forget a lot lol. like wdym i remember doing this or that but i dont remember 90% of it. idk how to explain this this mostly happens with us watching a show. eg: we watched jjk for example but as season 2 aired we had to rewatch EVERYTHING because we didnt remember any of s1. after watching the full s1 mind you. honestly, its a weak example but i know we had a jjk phase so its really frustrating. i sometimes forget how to draw. how to write. how to cook. how to sew. and it’s really, really uncomfortable. even my friends at times. sometimes it feels like im viewing my memories in third person. i dont resent myself, not the reasons for my trauma, nor any of it. sometimes i feel like i am a nobody. not in a negative way. in a neutral way, to explain it best - kind of like im just floating here. just a person, a thing, an atom, floating alongside everything else. i forget my emotions. i get its a trauma response, but forgetting my emotions is pretty useful to me. when i said ifs frustrating earlier, sure, it sometimes is, but i lied. i dont feel anything towards it. i know sooner or later - there will be an alter, going on about all this rambunctiously. but, well, what can i do? nothing. thats the truth of it. sometimes i get glimpses of memories. memories that i dont know, are they real, are they fake? and who knows. some of them are terrifying to think of. there have been people who have went through worse, though. surely mine must be unreal. simply a delusion, hallucination if you will. sometimes i forget we are psychotic. this coupled by the fact we have alters who are psychosis holders - or maybe our symptom manager. if that’s all because of her, she’s doing a good job. we also forget a lot of our delusions… or hallucinations… if we’re not living thru them. and well, you know how it is with telling whats real and what isnt for psychotics. frankly, we havent been able to tell if we have even experienced (positive) psychosis symptoms in the past few months. except for maybe some brief auditory hallucinations. sighs. existing is a little tiring. especially when theres alters running rampant with emotions, yet i feel nothing.

[magnoliamyrrh]

okay. yea. more weird dreams since ive been here tonight

there was more weird shit going on before this i just cant manage to remember but i was in the downstairs part of this house with an opening to a garden on one side and while I know other stuff was happening before i guess in the dream itself i remember being confused as to how long i had been there and like. there was vomit everywhere which had burned the wooden floors yellow and i was like?? what the f happened w me and how long have i been here and then looking around trying to figure out whats up i come across the corpse of this stag, not very big, looks more like a deer with horns than an actual stag. i remember picking it up by the horns, it was light, trying to figure out how this thing got in the house on top of everything and where i might bury it. but instead its guts and insides fall out and i am left holding only its head and the skin of its body attached to it. i remember putting it on, its head as a mask and its skin as a cloak .... theres a loud knocking at the door (?) windows (?). its loud. i turn and a sense of fear hits me. i dont know what it is nor do i plan to open. a big man barges inside, i guess he had a keep. i somehow at the same time find a knife, its specifically a hunting knife, a skinning knife. my hands must be covered in blood, or in dried blood, or something because i have a hard time hanging on to it at first, but i tighten my grip. i remember its weight in my hand. i remember pressing my finger on its blade to see if its sharp enough. the man, hes inside, looking and not looking at me, goes past into a kitcken. im holding the knife and asking him wtf hes doing. he says something about being a maintenance man or some shit but i dont buy it. hes just walked into a run down house that only i have been in in clearly some odd way for probably months and hes acting odd, something he is saying isnt lining up

i don't remember what happens with the man or the house. i remember listening to someone talk, explain how they had noticed odd things happening. i dont remember the other two on the list, but the third, hes talking about how some weird shit was going on in some village, how theres reports that the locals are cannibalizing people or something crazy like that right? but how he cant help but wonder considering everything else if its real. i find myself seeing this village, approaching it like some disembodied form, to find myself in what seems to be a night gathering of sorts, otherwise a seemingly normal looking restaurant picnic sort of ordeal in some apple orchard, lights hung up and everything. i realize im walking around as an actual body in this place, and that its a memory im somehow experiencing again. im walking around these people and tables, it all seems normal except i start to realize there are indeed human body parts in their plates. small ones. they are quite literally eating children, like, all of them, and this is some sort of event for this. the voice of the men coming from nowhere is still explaining all this. i find myself out behind the apple orchard, its daytime now, there is a chair in front of me that a young man is sitting in, the one who was explaining all this. i guess hes some sort of reporter or journalist or something. he quiets down, i think waiting for me to reply. i look around, on the right side of the orchard is a river, reeds, some trees. there is a thick air, humid and heavy and the sort of heat you feel in the air before a big storm arrives. opressive. it looks like the deltă, where the danube splits and becomes marshlands. above in the sky is a thick line of clowds, two lines i realize, like two dark, thick, smooth rivers of clouds in the sky; one side of the clouds are rolling one way, the other river of clouds is rolling the other. i look down, a friend is sitting in the actual river, seemingly just hanging out, though they seem far away, not fully in it. i look over my sholder back right, i realize there are waves coming down this river stream. its rising, weird, unnatural wave after wave its rising quickly. my friend takes no notice of this even as the water reaches their head. they have no reaction to anything i say. the river keeps rising

... i wake up? i cant remember anything else, i wake up.. cant manage to fall back asleep, i look out the window. i realize there is a tree that has been right there since my childhood that in winter, with no leaves - none of them have leaves - looks odd. somehow it's branches have curved to form an almost perfect circle, it looks unnatural frankly. i remember this isnt the first time ive thought the thing was creepy. i remember the other times when i have seen these things was some video of them, explaning native american legens dont exactly hold them in high regards either. anyway, i decide to stop looking at the damn thing and go smoke a cigarette. my mon was at a funeral earlier in the day, i find coliva, a sort of food made for the dead and given out. i eat some, i feel something hard in my teeth, and realize there is a rather large stone in it that i was chewing on. its almost 3 am and everything feels just slightly odd

[issybettyx]

EMERALD DUO GAMER AU

Strange title dont ask

Tdlr; Techno works at GAME, Philza is a well known gamer and also a common visitor of GAME. When techno gets this job, he doesn’t expect to become one of the internet’s most beloved gamer’s friends. (I’m watching the wilbur tommy and jack improv vid)

Or: Emerald duo being epic besties

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The phone had to ring five times before Techno picked it up.

The first time it rang, Wilbur shouted up to him.

The second time it rang, he paused the video on his pc.

The third time it rang he shut his bedroom door behind him.

The fourth time it rang he got downstairs.

The fifth was just a few moments before he picked it up, Wilbur looking far too exhausted for having been sat on the sofa since he got home five hours before.

“Hullo.” He said into the phone, voice exposing how tired he was as he frowned.

“Is this Techno Blade?” They asked kindly, a smile clearly sitting on their lips as they spoke. It was a little strange.

“Uh, yes? Who’s this?” He asked slowly, meeting Wilbur’s eyes as the man looked carefully at him.

“I was just calling to say you got the job at GAME, you start at 9am on Monday, is that alright?” They told him, and his shock must’ve been clear on his face, Wilbur poking him over and over to get an answer, but he could hardly form any words from his shock.

He’d gone to exactly 37 interviews before this one, and he’d been rejected every time. Lucky number 38.

Wilbur had kept saying how everything happened for a reason, but by the 20th failed interview it seemed even he was wondering if the universe just kind of hated Techno. But now he finally had a job, possibly an extremely boring one, but it was a second source of much steadier income than Wilbur’s gigs and street performing.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“You’re not joking? I got the job?” Techno asked them, and Wilbur’s smile was so wide he worried it would blind him. But the person simply chuckled to themselves, and for a moment he worried that it was in fact a sick joke.

“Yes, Techno, we’ll see you Monday yeah?” They asked, and he nodded before realising they couldn’t see him.

“Yes, thank you, see you.”

He hung up before they could say anything else, looking at Wilbur as he put his phone into his back pocket, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in months.

“You got the job?” Wilbur asked, and Techno nodded, not able to find words to express his excitement and relief. Wilbur stood up and ruffled his hair, a massive grin that felt way too contagious. “So proud of you man, let’s celebrate yeah?”

Most days, they just ate whatever they had in the fridge. Which, admittedly, wasn’t much. The only times they ever bought fast food for their birthday, which thankfully happened to be on the same day (Wilbur called them twins, Techno just said it was lucky and they could save money).

But, despite it all, he still nodded, letting his pride be felt if only for a moment.

—

The doors opened as he walked towards them, and Techno was welcomed by a soft breeze of air, and the moment he walked in a woman behind the counter popped her head up, a smile on her face immediately. “Hello!” She greeted, jumping over the counter and rushing towards him, holding out a hand, “You must be Techno, I’m Niki!”

Niki had similarly pink hair to his own, which is likely how she identified him. Her clothes perfectly suited her, a beige jumper with a white skirt, a pair of beige converse padding excitedly on the floor.

“Nice to meet you.” He replied with the biggest smile he could muster - it wasn’t great, and it looked a little forced - as he shook her hand, putting his hands in his pockets the moment she let his hand go. “So what’s the drill?”

“Well,” she started, walking past the shelves with a smile, “We mainly stand behind the desk, answer questions of customers, stock the shelves, and drink coffee.” She explained, making her way back around the counter. “Any questions let me know, alright?”

And that was that, his first shift had began.

And Techno would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited.

—

It was exactly a week after Techno’s first shift when something interesting happened. He was simply sipping his coffee that Niki had prepared for him before she left, having restocked the shelves already and no customers having entered in a good few minutes. Business wasn’t the fastest in the GAME, so as Niki had explained a lot of his time was spent drinking coffee.

The bell on the top of the door rang as they pulled open, and he had to bring his legs down from the counter because apparently it ‘wasn’t professional’ or something.

But the person who he saw walking down the aisle almost made him spit out his coffee.

It was the Philza. The Philza who was one of the most followed creators on the internet. The Philza who had better humour than Techno could even explain. The Philza who he’d been watching a few moments before he found out he got the job he was currently at.

The Philza, his blonde hair tied back in a ribbon, a green hoodie over a pair of jeans and black trainers. When he looked at Techno, there was a flash of realisation on his face, and he smiled, giving him a short wave.

“Hey mate.” He greeted, before going back to looking at the shelves.

After taking four deep breaths to compose himself and even his expression, Techno managed to get out from behind the counter, moving to stand beside the man as he ignored how his heart beat faster in his chest every moment.

“Do you need help looking for anything?” He asked slowly, getting a hum in return as Phil pulled out a game, looking over the cover.

“What do you think of this game? Ever played it?” Phil asked him, his voice even kinder in person and sending Techno stumbling for words. How his response was so calm, Techno had absolutely no clue.

“Minecraft? It’s pretty cool, I only played it once at my friends house.” He explained, rocking on his feet as he tried to hide his smile. “It’s a sandbox game, you can play survival, creative, hardcore-“

“What’s hardcore?” He asked, reading over the back of the case before looking up at the lack of a response, eyes going wide. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He apologised, and Techno took an extra four second to compose himself again.

“It’s alright man, hardcore is a version of the game where you can only die once, contrary to survival where you can respawn after death.”

Philza hummed again, moving towards the counter; Techno could only follow, opening and closing the gate to get behind it.

“So the stakes are higher? It’s more risky?” He asked, leaning his elbow on the surface and his chin in his palm, smiling at Techno who nodded.

“I’ve watched loads of videos on techniques to survive longer and different farms and armour types, it’s pretty cool.” Techno continued, scanning the game. “Anything else?”

Phil hummed for a moment, looking over the walls before glancing behind the desk and then at Techno’s mug of coffee.

“A coffee would be nice.” He asked with a grin, and Techno scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“We don’t sell coffee.” He tried, but Phil’s laugh made him half tempted to sell him one anyways.

“No, you seem cool mate, I’d like to go out for coffee some time, it’s never a bad thing to have friends.” Phil clarified, and boy oh boy did Techno see black spots across his vision.

For years he’d gotten home and watched this man’s videos. He revised to exams as he listened to his rambled, he cooked dinner as he listened to his story times. At times, he had his school friends quiz him on Philza general knowledge, and he got all 50 questions correct.

And now he stood, a week into his new job being casually offered coffee.

Wilbur was never going to believe him.

“Oh-“ he returned, staring as he tried to find words, but Philza took it very differently.

“You don’t have to! Don’t feel pressured, it’s an offer and nothing more, I know how scary it can be and you seem lovely, so I just-“

“When do you wanna go?” He asked, cutting the man off which a mustered smile that wasn’t at all fake, Philza pausing to look at Techno in shock.

“Tomorrow for lunch?” He offered, and Techno smiled, holding out a bag with Phil’s new game and his other for the man to shake. He took both.

“I’m Techno.” He introduced, and Phil smiled back.

“Philza, you can call me Phil.”

Techno was living the best life, smiling as he vowed to never wash his hand again (that was until Wilbur forced him to because germs and stuff).

Maybe everything did happen for a reason.

—

As Techno walked from his work to the local coffee shop, all he could think about was his conversation with Wilbur the night before.

In brief summary, it went something like this:

“I met Philza.”

“Excuse me what?”

“And i’m going out for coffee with him tomorrow.”

“You fucking what?!”

Except it was several hours longer with several more questions and a lot more smiles and laughs and disbelief.

And yet, despite his several times having a feeling he was dreaming, and the several times Wilbur shook his shoulders in a terrible attempt to help him comprehend the insanity of his situation, Techno still found himself counting his fingers as he walked, brows furrowed as he managed to count to ten every time.

Nothing made sense.

Just two weeks ago they had to have soup every day for dinner because they didn’t have enough money, and now Techno had a job and had the opportunity to sit with his hero for an hour?

Yeah, no, if he wasn’t asleep he must be dead. Maybe that would explain why he could count all of his fingers.

But when he looked up at the coffee store, nerves started to bubble in his chest as he reminded himself it was in fact real, and Philza was in fact sat inside.

The door opened with the soft ringing of a bell, similar to the one at his work but much kinder sounding. The first thing he noticed was the strangely loud chatter. The second thing he noticed was the crowd of people around a very specific table, and Techno so wanted to leave knowing exactly who was amidst all the excited people. For some reason, he only moved towards it, hearing Phil’s kind voice even over all of the talking.

“I’m out with a friend right now, you guys will scare him away.” He tried, and Techno could hear his fond smile.

“Will he be in your videos?” Someone asked, no malice in their tone or assumption in their words, just pure interest. But the question made Techno physically uncomfortable; drinking coffee with his hero was nerve-racking enough, but filming a video to be seen by millions was not exactly on his to-do list. Sure he loved playing games and sure he was pretty good at it, but only Wilbur had ever said he was entertaining (then again he only ever spoke to Wilbur, so that defence wasn’t exactly the best).

“Only if he wants to- now scatter.” Philza brushed them off, smiling as he watched them leave before he met Techno’s gaze, the latter looking between the retreating crowd and Phil, brows furrowed in thought. “Hey mate! Sorry about that, fans get a little… uh… what’s the word?” He drifted off, tapping the table as Techno took his seat opposite the man.

“Overbearing?”

“No that’s too negative, they’re awesome.” Phil responded without a second thought, looking out of the window with a soft smile. “They’re just a bit much sometimes.”

It was a little strange, being such a huge fan of Philza and having to sit there and listen to him talk about him in such a positive way despite it being such an offhanded comment. Part of him said he had to say he knew who Philza was and how long he’d been watching his content for, but the other part of him said Philza already knew.

A waiter walking over to their table saved Techno from his internal battle, except of all the waiters they seemed to give them the… strangest one.

He looked young, and also completely indifferent, pressing his pen rhythmically on his pad of paper. The kid glanced at Philza, eyes going wide before he suddenly looked like he enjoyed his job, bowing to the man. “Fantastic to meet you Philza, what can I get your graciousness to drink?” He asked, his smile unfaltering as Phil chuckled to himself, shaking his head fondly.

“Hey Tommy, I’ll just get a regular cappuccino,” Phil asked as he looked at the kid, a fondness in his eyes that was new to Techno; so far, everything Phil had said and done had felt so familiar, a feeling that came with years of knowing someone. But that look swirling in his blue eyes as he looked at this waiter that he apparently knew was so… strange. And yet it didn’t shock Techno at all.

“And for your awesome looking friend?” Tommy asked with a smile, motioning his pen towards Techno, the latter fidgeting under the eye contact.

“Surprise me.” Techno told him, smiling back as he crossed his arms over his chest. At this, Tommy looked absolutely delighted, smiling wider as he scribbled something down.

“Your hair is epic big man, never change.” Tommy told him, before skipping off into the kitchen, humming a foreign tune and leaving the two alone again.

“Tommy’s right you know? Your hair is awesome.” Phil commented, bringing Techno’s attention back to him as he rested his chin on the back of his hands, a content glint in his eyes. “When did you first dye it?”

Techno remembered the day perfectly.

He’d gotten home from college after a long day of studying and noticed a notification from Youtube, clicking on it and hearing Philza’s voice through his phone speakers. It was a play through of some game that Techno had forgotten the name of, but he knew it was very interesting to watch as Phil told the story of a kid he knew in school.

This kid spent day and night revising for exams, so much so that stress took over his life. Apparently, someone gave him advice, something along the lines of ‘make time for doing what you love, before you run out of time to do it’.

So, he went down to the shop after pausing his studying, grabbed a box of pink hair dye, and spent the evening dying his hair and making sure it was all even. Wilbur had helped him, making sure the back was fully covered and helping him rinse it afterwards. A lot of people had ridiculed him for it, but Techno found that he genuinely didn’t care, because he loved it and Philza had once said that other people’s opinions didn’t matter as long as you love it yourself.

“A few years ago.” He said instead, running a hand through it and reminding himself to touch up his roots some time that week. He hadn’t made enough time for himself recently, Philza would kill him if he knew him-

Oh wait.

Yeah he couldn’t say that anymore.

“Why pink?” He asked, his tone of genuine interest and not of disgust, and Techno found himself letting out a sigh, trying his best to hide his relief.

“It’s my favourite colour, thought it was cool.” Was what he responded, not bothering to go into depth on why it was his favourite, deciding that The Great Philza probably didn’t want to hear his ramble on colour theory and why pink was simply superior than yellow, and how Wilbur was always wrong no matter how much he insisted that yellow was nice because it reminded him of the sun.

“I like green.” Phil confessed, running a hand through his hair. “I like nature a lot, and I feel like it reflects that well you know?”

Techno knew Phil loved green. In fact, exactly 492 days ago he’d posted a video titled ‘green’, and it was 5:35 long of Philza explaining why he loved nature and why green was awesome. That was one of Techno’s favourite videos, it felt like Phil was speaking to him directly on one of his favourite topics.

“Nature is Earth’s oldest child,” Techno quoted, and Phil paused, looking up at him curiously and only making Techno sink a little further in his chair. “Don’t look at me like that, those are your own words.”

“You’ve been watching my content a while haven’t you?” Philza asked with a smile, leaning back in his chair with his head cocked to the side.

Techno probably should’ve responded with something. Maybe a ‘yes’ or an exact amount of days, even a nod or a smile would’ve been sufficient.

Instead, he only glared at the man, as if a silent challenge, and Phil only laughed more.

“I don’t like talking about work on my breaks,” Phil explained before anyone could say anything else, and that made Techno pause. “What cool things do you do in your free time?”

Tommy came over with their drinks whilst Techno was mid explaining the book he was reading in depth, ignoring the strange glance Tommy sent him as he watched Phil’s face turn from curiosity to engrossment, sipping on his drink as Techno continued on, taking tiny sips of his own drink (he didn’t know what it was, he didn’t exactly bother asking Tommy who at some point had slipped into a chair beside Phil, listening to the ramble himself).

“Wait- so, let me get this straight, he just… left? After everything?” Phil asked, frowning slightly as Techno nodded, taking a drink from his straw with a hum.

“He literally just up and left, and we don’t find out why until it’s too late.” Techno returned, and Phil looked out the window, brows furrowed in thought.

“Why did he leave?” Tommy asked, taking a sip of Phil’s coffee before grimacing. “Why do people drink this shit?”

That reminded Techno, making him reach into his pocket and pulling out a £10, handing it to Tommy who pushed it back towards him. “Dadza already paid for it, don’t worry.” He said with a smile, the man returning to the convention with a similar smile, nudging Tommy.

“What did I say about calling me that in public you little shit?” Phil asked with a grin, Tommy scoffing. Then, the man turned back to Techno, that same look shimmering in his eyes that he’d had when he looked at Tommy before, taking a moment to think something over before coughing. Techno braced himself for the worst.

Once, someone who wasn’t Philza had taught him how if you prepare for the worst, you’ll either not be surprised or be in an absolutely gargantuan state of shock. This was one of the latter moments.

“You and your brother, Wilbur was his name?” He asked, waiting for Techno to nod before continuing, “Yous can come to our house for dinner one time next week, how does that sound?” He asked, already scribbling something down on a napkin with a pen he’d pulled out of his jacket. Why the man just carried around a pen, he wasn’t entirely sure, but he made a mental note to do the same. If Philza did something, there was likely a reason for it.

“Heh?”

Phil laughed, Tommy stepping in for him. “We’re gonna order pizza for dinner, you guys should come it’s gonna be so fucking poggers.”

Whatever ‘poggers’ meant, it seemed like something positive judging by the kids grin.

And then something in his head clicked.

“Wait is Phil your dad?” He asked suddenly, Tommy nodding before the other could even get a word out, slumping into his chair.

“He doesn’t like people knowing, wants me to ‘live a normal life’ or some shit,” Tommy scoffed, rolling his eyes. Techno knew, however, that the kid was thankful for it; he wasn’t sure how he knew, but something told him that afternoon that Tommy loved being a normal kid.

Sure he loved his Dad, that was clearly no secret, but there was something about how casually he held himself that said he was proud to just be any other kid.

“Well, send me a message or a call when you decide, and we’ll go from there, that sound good?” Phil asked, finishing his coffee before standing, Tommy staying in his seat likely from laziness. In his utter shock and admiration, Techno couldn’t manage any words, a nod being all he could force. As Phil walked past, he ruffled the hair on top of Techno’s head, messing it up. If it was anyone else, Techno would’ve been angry beyond belief, he would’ve muttered about how much he hated them and how long he spent on it.

But this was Philza. Philza could blow up his house and murder his parents and he probably wouldn’t care less (that may be a slight exaggeration, but thinking realistically it wasn’t too far fetched).

“It was nice meeting you Phil!” He managed to shout before the bell of the cafe rang, and the man turned back, giving the two a warm smile before letting the door shut behind him.

“Well Technoblade-“

“How do you know my full name?”

“I think you’re pretty poggers.”

Wilbur would never believe him. Techno knew there was absolutely no chance at convincing him of what had happened.

Techno’s life had went from a 5 to a 1000 in the span of 24 hours, and honestly he wasn’t too bothered by it.

“You’re not too bad yourself Tommy.”

Tommy mirrored his smile, jumping up to get back to work.

——

Me when me me when emduo, me when twinsduo pog :0

In this au, Phil isn’t a streamer, twitch is simply non-existent, Phil is basically the pewdiepie of this universe, everyone knows him and loves him, and techno’s like ‘i have literally no family and ur the perfect father figure so i just kinda made you my dad so this is absolutely terrifying what if i mess up oh god oh god oh god-‘

My phone is in spanish idk what any of this says what does ‘guardar’ mean? Post? I hope so, cus i’m about to click it. Hope you enjoyed :D

[everestica]

hey!! so i saw your song event thing (i have no idea what to call it lmao) and decided to req!!

the songs called "paper crown" by alec benjamin and the lyrics are

"when all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds

when all she is and ever was is comprimised

cause theres no one to love her when you build your walls too high"

so i was thinking that this would go with either malleus or riddle (twst) but you dont have to!!

take your time!! thank you

'*•.¸♡ Riddle and Malleus x Reader: 200 Follower Event!♡¸.•*'

➳ Reader is Described as being in the same situation as Yuu, but not is not described as yuu. Reader is a first year in both the stories!<3

➳ Warnings: Angst <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

It was your first time visiting your best friend, Caters, dorm. You had heard some safe to say less than ideal things about the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, but at this point you were hoping that he wasn’t as bad as people made him seem. You stood next to the entrance into the Dorm standing behind Cater as this was technically his “terf” and you were nothing but an outsider to this. He chuckled a little bit before leading you into the dorm and around to the outside where you could see a bunch of people standing along a really long table, you question Cater about this but he just left you with that fact that it was an “Unbirthday Party” which left you more confused then when you walked into this area. He waved to the others around the table while still dragging you behind him to said others. That’s when he pulled you out from behind you to introduce you to the others, you learned that the two first years were Ace and Deuce, and two second years where Cater(which you already knew) and Trey, and then the only third year, also known as the Housewarden, Riddle. Not even gonna lie you were a little nervous at first as he was so prim and proper sitting at the table unlike the rest of them who weren't allowed to sit down yet, suddenly when you turned to look for Cater, or your comfort in this situation, he was nowhere to be found, so now you were all alone. It was kinda your fault for getting to know the only guy that would leave a socially anxious person for a good selfie. While you were trying to figure out what to do without the selfie taking master, Riddle walked over to your worried figure, you weren’t facing towards where he was sitting when he had come up. Suddenly from behind you you heard somebody clear their throat, you turned around and were faced with the Housewarden. To say you were scared was an understatement, you immediately apologized for not noticing him sooner, which he was a little surprised about as normally he had a hard time even getting his first years to do anything let alone apologize for something that really didn’t need to be apologized for. He laughed a little bit before saying that it was okay, and that you had no reason to apologize as he had just walked up anyway. The two of you talked for a little before he looked up at the sun before saying he must excuse himself to start the Unbirthday party and that you were welcome to join in the celebration, and only because you started to get closer to him did you say yes, it was normally very rare for you to be seen outside your dorm besides in class, or maybe in the library looking for a way home.

“When all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds, when all she is and ever was is compromised.”

That’s when Cater and Trey came out of the rose garden and came to sit down, just then there was a cry and the two first years came out of the Rose Maze with there looks all messed up before Cater got up and asked them what happened and that’s when they had explained that they were going to go take care of the flamingos like Riddle had asked but they didn’t wear pink when they were doing it and the flamingos were less than pleased about this, and so was Riddle. He looked like he was about to explode with how red his face was, and that’s when everything that you had just worked on with Riddle went to ashes. He started screaming at the boys about how they had already talked about this before and that they should know better before collaring them, once you saw this whole time go down, you were terrified and you now knew why you didn’t ever leave your dorm, people were horrible. Before Riddle could say anything you rushed out of the dorm with tears in your eyes. That’s when both Cater and Riddle looked at your running and crying figure, Riddle wanted to go after you but something stopped him as soon as he got up. So he let the second year chase after you instead. Cater returned a little later saying that you just needed time, he had a smile on his face but on the inside he just didn’t want Riddle to know that after all of that you were scared of him. Through the next couple days in school Riddle tried to talk to you on multiple occasions but alas, had no luck. He knew this was because he yelled at the two first years, even though it was normal to everybody in Heartslabyul, he should have remembered that you weren’t in Heartslabyul and that you didn’t have all these rules, and the yelling. He was really upset knowing this but decided that it was better if he had just slept on it instead and come up with another way tomorrow to say he was sorry, too bad he couldn’t sleep and didn’t see for a long time after that. The only time he ever saw you was around Cater and he only wished that was him you were with instead.. The walls that you had formed around you and Cater had closed again..

“Cause There’s No One to Love Her When You Build Your Walls Too High.”

You had heard the name Malleus ever since you had started to come to Night Raven, normally things about how powerful he was, his title, and his retainers that he had. Even though you had heard all these things about this man, its very unlikely that anybody has actually seen him, only spreading around things that others have heard or said, so you decided to think nothing of it. People were gonna talk no matter what dimension you were in, you learned that pretty fast. It was the end of the day and instead of heading back to your dorm like most students you went to the library in search of something that might give a clue on how to get you home. When you entered there weren't too many people but still you weren’t gonna take the chance and be around them so you started to search in the section that might have had a clue that was also the farthest away from the couple people. Soon after looking on every shelf and reading every book title you found one that looked promising so you found a table closest to where you were searching and sat down, opening the book and starting to read it. Normally most people wouldn't come to the back as there was nothing really back there that a student would need to read, so when you heard footsteps heading to where you were sitting it was a little confusing, that’s when you looked up from you book and saw the exact description of what the people who were talking about the Diasomnia Housewarden would look like. You made a quick squeak as you were being noticed by Malleus and tried to hide in your book, which unfortunately, didn’t work. You could tell because he let out a little chuckle before coming up to your table and taking the seat across from you, you slowly peaked out from behind the book where the 3rd year that you had just was now sitting right in front of you. Before you could hide back down in your book, he had asked you if you had seen a boy with silver hair, most likely asleep somewhere. You were a little confused but answered by shaking your head. The smile he just had dropped into a frown now, while he looked around the library and then getting up, he apologized for disturbing you and was about to leave before you got up and asked in a shy tone if maybe you could help him look. He looked a little shocked because normally people were scared of him, not wanting to look for the sleeping second year with him. He smiled back at you and briefly agreed and walked out of the library with you on his tail. You eventually caught up and questioned why he was looking for somebody that was sleeping and that’s when he explained about Silver, and how he had a sleeping curse. You “mhm” a couple times at what he was saying as a way for him to know that you were listening even if you weren’t the most talkative person.

“When all she is, when all she wants, when all she finds, when all she is and ever was is compromised.”

Eventually the two of you saw somebody laying next to a tree with his head resting on the tree roots and another group of around 3 boys standing next to the one resting. You looked up at Malleus and he looked a little confused at first before continuing to walk over to the group. From a little bit away you could hear them making fun of who you assumed was Silver, because most normal people couldn’t just fall asleep on a tree like that. You looked back at The 3rd year and now after hearing all those things the other boys said about Silver he was pissed. So he marched his way up to the group of boys and he started threatening them in one of the scariest tones you had ever heard, at this point Silver had woken up and immediately went to stop Malleus. A prince can’t threaten people! So while Silver went to stop Malleus, you with tears and being scared ran all the way back to your dorm. Through the next couple days the 4 main members of Diasomnia kept coming over to your dorm asking you to either hear Malleus out, or if it was Malleus then for him to apologize, but after a couple days of failures, they realized how scared you actually were of him. You weren't really sure why but for weeks and weeks after that it did nothing but rain and thunder..

“Cause There’s No One to Love Her When You Build Your Walls Too High.”

[kalopses-sonderes]

~{ it was inevitable, my dear. }~ part 1

an angst series of Madeline(x Reader) Pure Vanilla(x reader) Eclair(x reader) vs Dark enchantress(x reader).

“Baker is coming with me to the Barrel Inn!” Shouted Pure Vanilla.

”No! Baker is coming with me to the Maison Du Cake!” Éclair Shouted back.

You were in the jewelry salon looking for a few things. Éclair and Pure Vanilla was escorting you around town, little did you know they shot dirty looks at each other when you weren’t looking.

They we’re suffocating to be around, you didnt need to see them throwing dirty glares but there was a lot of tension, everyone else could tell to.

You got what you needed and walked out, you see the two cookies bickering so you decided to not intervene. Whos know what would happen if you did, maybe they would get on there ?knees?(do they have those?) and beg for forgiveness.

Cookies tried to get there attention and tell them you were watching but it didn't work.

After a few minutes you decided it would be best if you said something, but it would make your life a lot easier to walk away. So you did.

~3 hours later~ Pure Vanilla and Eclair was searching for you. To them you went missing, taken away! But really you were in the castle having a tea party with Hollyberry! You noticed they havent came back yet so you( and other cookies because they dont want you to get hurt) went to look for them.

”This is all your fault!” Eclair yelled at Pure Vanilla.

”If you left My dear Baker alone, none of this would have happened!”

”They arent Just your baker!”

“I swear i’ll-“ Pure Vanilla was cut off.

”Will you both quit it! Baker is safe!” yelled Hollyberry, she knew how competitive they were but she didn't think they would argue in front of baker.

~Back at the castle~ They were given a lecture by Hollyberry, when they opened the door she saw the cookies that were supposed to help baker look for Eclair and Pure Vanilla, in distress?!

”What happened here?!” Hollyberry asked Madeline who was leaned on a wall hyperventilating.

”baker..” there was a pause as the other cookies began to quiet down so hollyB could hear. “Theyre gone…”

They room went silent, They were Gone?

“What do you mean.. Gone?” Theyve never heard HollyB so serious, well for Pure Vanilla it was the second maybe third.

Madeline and tea knight explained how they just went missing, one second they were next to them the next they were gone!?

Eclair and Pure Vanilla didnt take this well they was one thing going through their mind..

Its my fault… This is all my fault…

its my fault…

this is all my fault….

Well there was nothing they could do for now, they could be anywhere in earthbread…

The doors to the castle flew open, it was Pumpkin Pie Cookie?!

this is a moment of distress, what could she possibly need. Eclair thought.

”Pumpkin Pie right Now is not the time-“ HollyB tried saying.

”I saw Baker being dragged im the forest!” Pumpkin pie cried.

”WHAT! WHERE?!” Everyone said.

”to the sweet tower of Chaos!” pumkin pie cried again, tears started to soil her lovely dress.

everyone rushed passed her. Hollyberry, Pure Vanilla, Eclair, Almond, Rasberry, Espresso, Tea knight, but two cookies didnt follow.

Pumpkin pie and madeline.

Pumpkin pie asked Madeline “Why Arent you following them?”

”Why dont you have pon pom with you?” Madeline shot back.

YALL MUST WAIT FOR PART 2 TO SEE WHAT HAPPENSSS🧍🏽‍♀️

[spinaroos-47]

Can we have some Salem facts? I Adore them

- He's a manlet! (at least compared to Belos) Like, pretty much around Hunter's height, just a few centimeters taller or so, like this drawing shows. So like, about 1,65/5'4"

(still taller than me, though fjsjdnfnd)

- They're also pretty religious, which is a reason why they like going to the Knee, since its a very important place for witches to connect with the Titan. Which is another point of identity crisis and etc when he discovers that Belos might be lying about a lot

- I based his scars on Dell's, or at least the lineless ones. Those are all Belos related. I do actually have a post queued for either today or tomorrow that explains most of the ones he has on his arms.

He also doesnt really dwell or feel bad about his scars, at most theres just some annoyance about their hand tremors but even then they are managing it okay-ish

- I have songs and colors that I associate with my GGs and on Salem's case it's Honey I'm Home by Ghost and their theme color is white/very light grey

- They're very blunt and go on a bunch of thought tangents, which makes it fun to write from their pov. But theyre not very introspective and doesnt question much if they dont have a reason to.

- The way I see his not that great behaviour is cruelty and indifference for the ones he's harming most of the time, and distancing himself from the actual harm he's doing. i didn't want to make them very over the top cartoonish evil or anything very quick to spot.

He's cruel in the way people who seem nice are, hidden and excused by well meaning pretendes, which is quite hard to illustrate, i don't actually draw much exploration of them in their own little story besides near their death because of it and also because contrary to Cain, Salem doesnt really have anyone for me to work him with besides Belos and like, random scouts. And i also haven't drawn much of that because Im still figuring out what exactly he has done.

This is all very rough still. A lot can change

(they do believe they are doing the right thing but that also coexists with them not feeling much remorse when they are intentionally and knowingly cruel)

- Ironically they are very squeamish about death and etc. Kind of a Robespierre kind of deal, if I am getting things right about that. Executing this from a distance for most of the time. I have been wondering if they would have a nickname like The Golden Fist or something like that.

-Maybe if he lived longer he would have had a big change of heart and stop being so blindly obedient and would try to help people instead of hurting them. That would have him killed too though. Just later than when it actually happened.

- He was one of Belos' favorite grimwalkers, so much so that he is actually on the GG mind graveyard, which was where i took inspiration for their hair when it isnt in a bun

- As far as how close they look to Caleb, theyre actually like, third in closest resemblance. In second place theres Orien and then in first its Hunter.

- His whole story and not so great personality were not actually with him from the start. When i made them, they were basically just a design and name, and slowly i added them discovering about grimwalkers being what ends up making them "betray" Belos, and they were actually nice, but i had been looking at some posts about how not all grimwalkers must have been nice people and I wanted to make at least one of mine like that and they were the most interesting one for me to do that.

Him not being nice was decided after i made that whole sheet/reference post about the basics about him.

I didn't think id have much to say about them but apparently i do gjdjfjf. I know that i draw him a lot but its usually just mindless sitties or outfit drawings, not really exploring his character like I do with Cain. Hope you liked these Salem facts!

[disneyanddisneyships]

Chapter 61! @gyubby99

"Jack! Elsa!" Tooth shouted as she flew up to greet the couple. "What happened to elsa?" Bunny asked. "Sandy told me to call you all here," North stated. "I think I know why," Elsa muttered, her eyes still blown wide. The group looked at her. "Okay but can we maybe get her a blanket and some hot chocolate first? Put some mint in it? Please?" Jack asked as he wrapped his arm around Elsa.

"So tell us what you saw, elsa," North began as the Guardians all sat down around Elsa who now had mint hot chocolate and a comfort blanket around her. "It... it was just a bunch of evil laughs.. first was pitch.. then two people I didn't recognize and.. and then Hans... and then it was like they erased Jack from my life.. and my parents were alive.. and hans and I were.. betrothed....." elsa trailed off. "What?" Jack asked. "The throne.. that's what he always wanted... but then it was dark again... and Mor'du... my friend Merida spoke about it all the time... he was a demon in the form of a bear... he lunged at me and then I woke up," Elsa finished. "Is that all?" North asked. "For the noises and imagery yes.. but the feeling I had... I thought I had gotten rid of that feeling long ago..  the feeling of guilt... dread.. fear.... pitch is coming back.. this time with an army," Elsa explained. "The ancient books have always stated that in the future, we may need a new generation of Guardians...." North began. "New generation?" Tooth asked. "Like.. replacements?" She wondered. "No no we'd still have our jobs... but the new generation would be active warriors when danger came," North explained. "Warriors..." elsa muttered. Her eyes widened again as the moon began glowing. "New guardians," Bunny muttered. This time, instead of of silence that came with the crystal, there was a voice. The moon spoke as he listed the new guardians. "He talks?" Jack asked, a bit betrayed. "The first new guardian. Jack frost. Guardian of fun." The moon spoke. Jack's eyes widened. "The second new guardian. The snow queen, Elsa of Arendelle. Guardian of Sacrifice." Elsa gasped, and Jack looked at her. "The third New guardian. Queen Anna of Arendelle. Guardian of love," Elsas eyes widened. "Anna?" She asked, her breathing picking up. "The fourth New guardian. Princess Merida of Dunbroch. Guardian of bravery," "How many are there?" Bunny asked. "The fifth New guardian. Princess Rapunzel of Corona. Guardian of life," Elsa gasped. "Rapunzel?" Elsa asked as she hugged herself. "And finally. The sixth New guardian. Chief Hiccup Haddock III. Guardian of trust," "Hiccup?!" Elsa exclaimed. "Almost all of these people are dead! They've made their peace with the world and you're just gonna bring them back into it forever?!" Elsa shouted. The moon ignored her as it faded back. "ANSWER ME!" Elsa yelled. Jack ran to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Hey hey hey. Breathe in. Breathe out," Jack stated in a calm tone. "Why can't we just be happy Jack? I just want to marry you, settle down have a few kids..." elsa ranted. Jack pulled her in for a hug, cradling her head. "You knew all those people?" Tooth asked. Elsa nodded as she and Jack pulled away. "They were all my friends... one more battle to be fought I guess..." elsa stated. "We must find them," North muttered. "If man in moon chose them, then they are all still here, alive," he continued. "I can get ahold of Rapunzel. I dont know where Anna would be though-" Elsa stopped. "Arendelle," she muttered before looking at Jack. "Are you sure?" Jack asked. "Where else would she be? Last I checked, the castle's ruins were still there," Elsa stated. "North. Can you teleport us to Arendelle?" Jack asked. "Of course I can," North replied with a smile.

[probably-haven]

Spoilers Galor ...... it is time.... for me to do what ive been considering for quite some time

this is my arguement... on why, whether romantically or platonically, i think you should ship or bro-ship,...... Childe.... and Albedo

HERE ME OUT I SWEAR PLEASE IT MAKES SENSE IN MY HEAD- JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE! rarepair shipping is painful- join me

OR DONT EVEN IF YOU DONT WANT TO GIVE THE SHIP A CHANCE I DO A LOT OF ANALYSIS ON ALBEDO AND CHILDE’S CHARACTERS INDIVIDUALLY, AS WELL AS THE FATUI, THEYRE METHODS, AND THE RELATION WITH MONDSTADT- AND OTHER STUFF- just- if you like reading different analysis-es of the game or ship material or anything- 

please just consider skimming it possibly- 

so for the first section of my argument, i will cover why this is a largely feasible possibility, so let’s set the stage

- Childe is from Snezhnaya, and he is shown to have a large amount of ties to his home, including but not limited to; his family, ice fishing, and just a large number of nostalgic references in his voice lines. 

- Because of this it’s a pretty common occurrence that he finds himself feeling homesick, as with many of the other Fatui.

- This is why he, like many of the other Fatui, so frequently visit and camp within Dragonspine, where the cold snowy atmosphere serves to remind them of home and the things they left behind.

- also in his birthday letter, it says he canonically visits Dragonspine, but explaining it this way gives it feeling 

- so considering that he would be in Dragonspine relatively often, and given the large number of Fatui camps in there regardless, it’s pretty clear he’d have heard of Albedo. So onto Albedo (unfortunately i wasnt there for his event so i dont have as much fuel, but it is what it is)

- there’s a few things that need to be asked first- It’s pretty clear that Albedo must have some interaction with the Fatui given the sheer number of them that camp in Dragonspine. Evidentially, he’s still alive so the question is why? and there’s a few possible explanations for this.

     - He just sneaks around a lot or avoids them (this i think is unlikely, as it would limit his actions while conducting experiments as well as the places where he’d be able to conduct them, which isn’t a big deal, but when there are other options I don’t think this is the one he’d pick)      - He just pulls a traveler and kills them (i don’t think he would do this except for as a last resort, he’s rather disconnected from any sense of empathy yes, but his time is better spent elsewhere. If it comes to that, it comes to that and he will, but he wouldn’t do it as his first option) (also i dont use geo characters much so idk how good he’d be at breaking their shields in this case)      - The Fatui don’t bother or attack him out of their own choice

- i think the third is the most likely, which sounds dumb but hear me out. 

- something that is stressed time and time again during the mondstadt archon quest is the fact that nobody wants to increase the always present strain on diplomatic relations between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya.      - Sure the Fatui do not care very much about this and have many ways to get around this. Signora attacking Venti (technically not a diplomat, and by disappearing she had plausible deniability; traveler’s words against her own, and really both traveler and Venti weren’t supposed to survive that, hence “leave no trace”), or the Fatui constantly attacking the traveler, (who’s canonically travelling alone with only Paimon, always on the move and encountering many unfamiliar dangers, not hard to clear up)      - However despite this, I still believe that Albedo’s safety(and by extent that of Sucrose and Timeus) on Dragonspine is maintained by a mixture of political agreement, situational convenience, and Albedo’s own actions

- its difficult for this to work but i believe it’s the most likely answer, combining all three possibilities that i mentioned above.  - Albedo is an official Knight of Favonius, so his death would cause a pretty dramatic commotion, and since he’s been in Dragonspine for as long as he has, if he was found dead outside of his lab- or suddenly disappeared, the first person to blame would be the Fatui.

- “But Flurp! what about the stuff you mentioned earlier, with Senora’s attack and the Fatui always going after the traveler?”

- context is key. The traveler is a traveler, and Venti was a necessity to achieve their goal. The traveler is also a huge threat to what they are trying to do, since the Fatui have probably heard of their accomplishments. Them attacking Venti was inevitable, no matter the strain it would cause. The fact that the traveler was there as well was merely coincidence in my opinion

- again “leave no trace” means the intent was that both the Traveller and Venti weren’t meant to survive. This is important because if the traveler disappeared, they would have vanished shortly after finishing what they had to do in mondstadt and thered be no reason to suspect anything had happened to them, just that they had moved onto Liyue. 

- Venti would pose risk, but again, the pros outweighed any risk it could have posed to their relations.

- with the Fatui regularly attacking the Traveler, again, that’s easy to clear up and would be difficult to pin on the Fatui, assuming how long it would take to realize they were gone (because despite helping so many people, its still natural to assume they’ve just travelled elsewhere)

- Albedo on the other hand, is technically a legal official, because of his high rank in the knights. He is also only ever really found in Dragonspine and Mondstadt the city. And he is well familiar with the dangers of Dragonspine, so if he were to die there it would be assumed to be either at the hands of the Fatui, or one of his own experiments.

- Thus attacking him is very high risk(unlike the traveler), and since he has nothing to do with their plans, low reward(unlike Venti). 

- So most likely he doesn’t needlessly interact with the Fatui, but should an experiment need to expand into the space of one of their camps, it’s likely he would need some kind of documentation to do so. At the same time, Albedo himself would also not be able to harm the Fatui who frequent the mountain. I TOOK WAY TO LONG TO EXPLAIN THAT UGGGGHHHHHHH anyways

- So set the stage, Childe is visiting Dragonspine, right? And he hears from whichever Fatui Camp he happens to stop in about the one Knight of Favonius that they keep seeing around Dragonspine, the one who just last week came to them with a stack of documents saying they would have to move their camp, it’s annoying but they have orders not to attack him. 

- and then there’s Childe, who’s been living in Liyue, surrounded by people who basically fear Dragonspine as if its some kind of deadzone, and he just assumed that for anyone not from Snezhnaya, thats exactly what it was. He assumed nobody but the Fatui would dare even visit there, let alone be there as frequently as whoever this person was. 

- And he’s got to be pretty important for there to be orders not to attack him, right?       - cue Childe’s unique brand of curiosity, so he asks more, apparently the fellow has a geo vision, and had been spotted taking down or even just lurking by a number of Dragonspine’s dangers as though it was merely routine       - cue flashback to when he first met the traveler, instantly hesitant, hostile, and potentially even afraid towards him as soon as he realized he was Fatui, even before revealing himself as a harbinger.

- so what was it about this guy that made him so convinced he could walk into a Fatui camp alone, order them around, and still walk out alive. Even Childe could admit how underhanded the Fatui were at times, their true orders could have been anything

- He’s not just going to leave now, no. So he asks more questions and figures out that they did at one point scout out his lab while the Knight was out, and give him the location. He’s a harbinger, what are they gonna say “sorry sir, can’t tell ya” no, these bitches see him with the same amount of fear they’d have for Dotorre or Scaramouche or La Signora or any of the others- you don’t just tell a harbinger “no”

- So anyways Childe decides to check it out 

- in the case that Albedo’s mid experiment in his lab when this happens, he’ll probably assume it’s a Knight, since the Fatui haven’t tried anything in quite some time and would just send off a quick “I am in the middle of an experiment right now, I would prefer not to be disturbed”      - and Childe would laugh at his voice because let’s be honest, he thinks of himself as a Chad and it just sounds “weak” to him, and then the scenario leads into what would happen even if he wasnt mid-experiment

and now a look into Albedo’s perspective

- let’s assume that the Knights heard about the Traveler’s role in what happened in Liyue, since it’s kind of common knowledge that Childe was the one who did it, and the traveler doesn’t exactly try to hide that he fought Childe. So considering how often the knights and the Fatui clash, and what happened with Signora, they would likely ask the traveler about it, in order to be better prepared, and for that same reason i feel like the traveler would tell them some of it. 

- so in this situation, it’s likely that Albedo would recognize him and likely know an amount of his combat abilities, and the thing with the fake seals of permission/Osial, but I don’t think the Traveler would have given told any more than that

- so here’s Albedo, surrounded by Fatui camps, knowing that he knows more about this Harbinger than the other thinks he does and assuming that Childe knows more about him himself, but just how much does he know.

- it’s the first time one of the Fatui has come to his lab in- he doesn’t know how long (other than the occasional instance of a wounded member risking the encounter in a moment of desperation. He’s observed that those who wield hydro have never been present in any of these instances, and are most likely designated as healers, but he isn’t in the best position to find out.)      - and the fact that the first Fatui to come to his camp(out of anything other than necessity) is a Harbinger, is certainly very off putting, as he knows that Childe most certainly has the ability to change the orders of the Fatui around him whose cooperation with him is something that he recognizes as very fragile

- and he knows it’s unlikely, in the back of his mind he keeps recalling that this specific Harbinger is the one who resurrected a dead god for the purpose of destroying a city (flashback to the famous “if I destroy Mondstadt” line) but he reminds himself that it’s highly improbable and thus illogical to jump to that conclusion, but he is nonetheless very on edge with Childe’s presence

- However, as with the rest of the Fatui, his hands are legally tied, and unless Childe moves to attack him, any move he makes would only serve to reflect on the rest of the knights

- As such neither would attack the other in this scenario, though Childe would very much want to, and Albedo would very much be prepared to.      - and both of these people are very observant (Albedo in the general sense and Childe in the ‘reading body language for combat’ sense) so both of them are completely aware of that, though Albedo would probably acknowledge that it may just be a result of his own paranoia

- However, unless Childe has orders otherwise, he tends to approach interactions with a more amiable attitude, extending his hand and introducing himself as “Childe,” less flamboyant than normal, because yes he’s extra, but not an idiot, he’s not gonna say “hey girlie, hold still” when the guy obviously has his hand tensed like that, “discretely” ready to reach for whats assumed to be a weapon, a melee one based on the position, sword or polearm probably

- Albedo, isn’t really one for pleasantries though, he has a number of things he still needs to do, and he does not want this Harbinger in or nearby his camp. “I’m aware” he says, giving his full attention, so as not to be caught off guard, and to get this over as quickly as possible. “I assume you have some purpose behind this visit. I am rather busy at the moment, so i would prefer that we keep this interaction brief.”

- and Childe is a little shit who still doesn’t know how to associate violence and hostility with any kind of bad vibes so he just laughs and holds up his hands “relax relax, I’m not here on business, no need to be on edge, right?”

- But Childe has a tendency while speaking to, knowingly or unknowingly, give his words a rather ominous tone. That and the fact that Albedo is in his lab, one of few places in Dragonspine where any misfortune that might befall him could be pinned on his own experiments keeps him from letting down his guard just yet. 

HOWEVER i cant do dialogue... and this isn’t technically a fanfiction so i can summarize-

- Childe is basically all like “so why the shit are you in dragonspine comrade? i thought yall hated it”

- and albedo is all “experiments and this is where my lab is, is ” but like- not key details cuz he isnt going to reveal stuff to the fatui

-and Childe basically be like “ why up here, isnt there other places,” cuz he legit doesn’t get it. He gets that his mindset isn’t the norm, so he’d assume Albedo would want to do anything to avoid Dragonspine and its dangers like what seems to be the norm for what most people hes interacted with have generally agreed

- and Albedo says some flowery words for like oh “In the pursuit of knowledge if one allows themselves to be dissuaded by potential dangers, then they will find it quite difficult to progress beyond that which is already known”

- which, is important cuz it reflects Childe’s mindset on getting stronger, so he’s like yeah, checks out, and being the extroverted shit he is, he has the guts to ask “aren’t you gonna ask why im in dragonspine?” or something because honestly he likes talking about himself, and thats a topic that doesnt have to do with the fatui so it’s an easy way to make conversation.

- and Albedo, who has by now slightly relaxed just enough to resume preparing the experiment he was preparing before Childe came in. and all passive aggressively is like “The same as the rest of the Fatui, most likely. Now if you don’t mind I do have a number of experiments to conduct and I’m afraid it can get rather dangerous, so it would be best that you take your leave now”

- and Childe gets the message that he’s essentially being told to fuck off but he’s also cheeky as shit and absolutely loves to test his luck so he’d be all “I thought you said not to be dissuaded by potential dangers” sounding all proud of himself for using the other’s words against him 

- and Albedo doesn’t have time for this so he just turns back towards Childe, same tone and same face as before, and repeats “it would best that you take your leave”

- Now Childe doesn’t see this as a challenge persay, but he sees how easily it can turn into one, and speaks the two cliche words “make me”

- but Albedo is also a little shit and just turns to resume his experiment, letting out a sigh “Stay if you’d like. I didn’t consider this possibility but I may have to request my lab be made off limits to the Fatui. A shame, I didn’t plan to return to Mondstadt for quite some time”

- and Childe, he’s decently smart- and he knows a number of things, 1 the other harbingers are gonna be pissed if they find out he caused more work for them again, 2 this individual is interesting and he very much wants the opportunity to fight them in the future, and 3 he’s not involved in politics and should Albedo follow through, the Harbingers wouldn’t give 2 shits if he asked them to try and get the change reversed.

- and so he leaves, but he’ll be back

- Albedo’s threat may have given him the upper hand for now, but it also served as a challenge he wouldn’t forget.       - of course it’s not really that big a deal though, just if he’s ever in Dragonspine again and there’s nothing nearby to kill, he’d keep it in mind, and hey, best case scenario he can get more information to contribute to the Fatui

OKAY

- so now that Childe is gone and Albedo is able to reflect on the interaction, at first he’s just relieved nothing bad happened

- within the following day he reflects once again, deciding that the Harbinger most likely wasn’t lying about his intentions, he truly did seem seem to merely have been curious as he had claimed

- in hindsight he also realizes that conversing with him may also allow him to confirm or deny a number of the theories he had on the Fatui, or perhaps raise more questions for him to look into that he had not yet considered... or at least it could as long as he was careful about how he asked.

- AND THUS there a few more meetings, many are purely conversational, each trying to get knowledge from the other while being fully aware that the other is trying to do the same      - not the type of battle Childe is used to, and it does get boring at times, but it’s all part of the game so he persists

- and eventually, as Albedo recognizes this as a regular thing, he begins enlisting Childe’s help in a number of experiments. Just figuring that since he’s doing an experiment and Childe is there regardless, it’s the most efficient option. That and it keeps the more dangerous questions to a minimum, often redirecting the questions towards alchemy, a much safer topic that he does not need to step so carefully around in order to discuss.

- There comes a point where Childe decides to point out the fact that Albedo most often has him help out with combat-requiring aspects of his experiments, and questions why

- Albedo, figuring it was obvious, reminds him of the conversation a few visits ago, where Childe mentioned his drive to get stronger, and(to requote) said that if he didn’t feel these opponents were sufficient to increase Childe’s strength, he could always bring in a couple Oceanids to fight. He then points out afterwards that ruin guards are a bit easier to fight with a bow

- Mixed responses from Childe including but not limited to      - quickly refusing in the language of hydro vision panic, followed quickly by      - oh, so he’s been trying to help this whole time, to-      - how the fuck would he bring Oceanids to Dragonspine, is that even possible?      - followed by curiosity

- and so he brings up the point that he’s never seen Albedo fight, which is a shame. “If you can’t take them down on your own just say so, no need to make excuses.” because heck yeah he’s going to taunt him, I mean this is Childe

- which of course Albedo returns with “If you want to see me in combat, follow your own advice” because of course, by now he knows about Childe’s combat obsession, like you don’t need to know him that long to figure it out, its kind of obvious. 

- but he recognizes the intention, so he finishes what he’s doing checking what he needs for his future plans before exiting the lab, Childe following behind him, eager to see his future opponent in action

- so albedo goes to a ruin guard/grader/hunter(one of those), because otherwise it’s hilichurls or abyss mages and he knows enough to be able to tell that’s not exactly the kind of opponent Childe meant, and he would prefer not to have the topic brought up again, if he knew how to avoid it.

- so Childe stands back and Albedo, who is well accustomed to having to defeat the enemies in Dragonspine in order to get components for his alchemy knows exactly how to kill this bitch cuz honestly, the number of these guys he’s probably killed for research purposes is astronomical, so it’s done rather quickly and methodically, as if just another part of routine, exactly the way that it had been described when Childe was first asking the Fatui at that one camp about the alchemist.

- And that interest/intrigue that had started in the side of Childe’s mind and grew over time into one of the reasons(tho not the main reason) that he would often go to Dragonspine... it multiplied exponentially

- cue a few more visits and a new turning point occurs

Klee

- Childe comes to visit, and upon arriving at the lab he sees a child

- cue Childe approaching again, amiable grin on is face “and who’s this young lady”       - because it’s literally canon that he’s good with kids

.....

- but Klee isn’t any kid

- and Klee was there for the briefing so she has just as much information on Childe as any of the other higher ranking knights      - and only that much information

- a short time later they’re cleaning up the scattered remains of what was Albedo’s last experiment, lucky that the explosion was set off near the entrance so the damage wasn’t too extensive

- “Please don’t tell Master Jean, Dodocco said he was sorry”

- Cue Childe’s “I’m not a bad guy... okay I’m kind of a bad guy” quote       - “but I mean no harm, I’m a friend of Albedo’s”

- and Albedo’s standing there like when I agree to that but he wants to see how this plays out

- and I’m really unfamiliar with Klee’s characterization, but you get the point Childe is canonically god at kids, he’s gonna learn that Klee’s basically Albedo’s little sister, Klee’s gonna get attached to him and remind him of his siblings back home, Childe’s interaction with Klee is basically what gets Albedo to start actually somewhat trusting Childe as opposed to just using him from a metaphorical distance and subtly helping in ways that wouldnt really negatively impact the knights

- and now that hes no longer actively distrustful his mind is more open to actually becoming attached, as he now begin to recognize that that which he initially believed to be mere manipulation tactics was actually just... Childe being genuine, or as genuine as a person can be in their situation

OKAY OKAY OKAY NOW THAT ALL THAT IS ESTABLISHED I CAN GET INTO THE DYNAMIC 

- so theres the obvious things i already mentioned, like their mutual extreme drive to improve in their respective fields that separates them from others, even within their own respective groups/organizations which already(to an extent) separate their members from most others

now lets talk about this point specifically

- both Childe and Albedo are capable of helping each other grow in their respective fields.

- two things that have the potential to cause Childe trouble and lessen his combat ability and the problems with his delusion and his foul legacy transformation

- these two things are things likely unlike anything that Albedo has been able to study before (tho delusions he might have some experience with- but it’s unlikely) and it would likely be able to expand his knowledge, were he given the opportunity to experiment them, while simultaneously helping childe improve his strength

HOWEVER

- both of them know just how fragile the relationship(whatever it is) between them is, how quickly tensions can shift and orders can change, so in order to protect both the other and themselves they both understand that actually going through with this wouldn’t truly be safe and both sides could get in trouble for it

- because no matter what they do there will always be a constantly present risk hanging over their heads, but ill come back to that

- Dragonspine      - in a lot of Albedo ships, the other character has to go through the effort of going to Dragonspine, which tends to serve as an obstacle for the relationship to be overcome (exception of sucrose and... idk do people ship him with Timeus? just in case, recognizing them both as potential exceptions)       - However, in the case of Childe, who legitimately enjoys coming to Dragonspine, he wouldn’t hesitate to visit Albedo      - with most it becomes “wow, i haven’t seen Albedo in a while, gee, i wish he’d come down the mountain, nonetheless i am a good lover so i shall make the harsh trek to see my beloved”      - with this bitch Childe tho it’s more like “oops, feelin’ homesick, Imma see how Albedo’s doing, hope he’s made progress, wonder if Klee will be there” or “Wow I haven’t seen Albedo in awhile. Finna finish up these fatui duties real quick and head over, if i say im checking on the Fatui stationed there, I dont even have to ask to go on leave” (he gets in trouble for not officially asking for a day off anyways)

-anywho, Childe is largely used to interacting with the Harbingers, who always seem to have some other secret second layered plan of sorts that he’s not always informed about (ex: him being intended to fail when he summoned Osial, but being kept in the dark about it), which conflicts with Childe’s relatively straight forward nature      - Albedo also possesses the potential to be similar, however he doesn’t often see the need for such things, preferring to be frank about his goals and expectations, so unlike with his fellow harbingers, Childe knows that when Albedo tells him something or asks something of him, what he’s being told is usually exactly what actually is true/intended. And if it’s not, Albedo is the kind of person to explain that it’s something he can’t tell him, which he understands, since he has his own share of things he cant share because of his Fatui alignment.

- there is going to be an interaction where at some point Childe is rambling about his family back home, and Albedo questions him about what they look like, a few days later handing him a surprisingly accurate drawing of his siblings      - “I did have to try to check appearance with the traveler but unfortunately they weren’t in Mondstadt, do I do hope there aren’t too many inaccuracies”      - Homeboy doesn’t cry(probably) but he gets really fucking close      - cue socially isolated Alchemist boy misunderstanding and trying to apologize, which Childe responds to by just hugging him- because both of these boys are touch starved and honestly they fucking need it. 

- and now that Childe knows Albedo doesn’t actually have a significant boundary on physical affection, as with most Childe ships... it happens a lot

- headcanon that Childe tends to just lean/rest his head on things like a dog.  - additional headcanon that Albedo tends to have a need to keep his hands busy at all times     - so just cue the scene where Albedo is working on experiments as usual, Childe watching from behind with his head rested on his shoulder and Albedo just absentmindedly playing with his hair with one hand while the other continues with his work

- also talking with Albedo gives Childe a a lot of harmless fun facts and he loves rubbing it in they’re faces when he gets to correct one of the other harbingers on something because of this

- Albedo does also have a tendency to overthink things though, and Childe’s more straight forward mindset gives a new perspective that helps him work around issues more often than he would have expected

- Also Albedo’s love language is totally words of affirmation (i will die on this hill, he doesn’t even realize he does it probably). So he wouldn’t hesitate to sincerely thank or praise Childe whenever he helps or does something good. And Childe is a Fatui, most of the praise he gets is from the subordinates who admire him yes, but also lowkey highkey fear him, and especially after all of Liyue knows he summoned Osial basically, he is pretty damn starved for affirmation and praise and wouldn’t even notice just how much until Albedo gave that to him.      - like Childe is over here melting into a puddle of fluff and Albedo probably wouldn’t even realize what he’s doing, he’s just stating his observations out loud

- Childe and Albedo making a pinkie promise, Childe does the little Snezhnayan chant, and Albedo’s gaze just shifts slowly towards the nearby frozen lake in intense concern

- They go ice fishing with Klee who introduces Childe to fish blasting and it’s a whole new world of possibilities now. Albedo has many regrets.

- the harbingers have all basically figured it out by now and are concerned about security but mostly they just mock him for it      - the Fatui stationed in Dragonspine however, probably know because 1 they’ve seen Childe with Albedo almost every time he visits, and Childe brags about it regularly           - at this point a majority of them ship it and needless to say Albedo’s risk of death via Fatui has gone down significantly, and it’s had a surprisingly positive benefit on relations between the knights and Fatui overall

- the Knights took a bit longer to catch on, since Albedo isn’t exactly in Mondstadt all that often, but it’s the city of freedom, what are they gonna do? say no? again, they are concerned about security risks, but trust Albedo to recognize what should be withheld.

- also its canon that Childe enjoys cooking, and Albedo has a line about like... let me look it up rq- It’s his “Least Favorite Food” line which talks about how he doesn’t eat at restaurants cuz he has a small appetite and doesn’t want to waste food, which is unfortunate cuz then he has to spend time making his own food      - idk its kind of small but i just saw it and thought it was kind of a cute detail

- Childe is a chaotic bean and we love him for it      - on the other hand Albedo is more calm and patient, able to put up with this, and realistically, he has enough experience with Klee to not accidentally put him out or down or otherwise dampen his natural personality...... it’s just when the two of them get together that Albedo experiences true fear.

- Albedo: I have an idea for an experiment but the Jean has suggested that the risk is- - Childe: you should do it! - Albedo: -that the risk is too great and has disallowed me from continuing it - Childe: Oh? well she can’t tell me not to it, now can she?  - Both: *mutual gremlin noises*

anyway... im probs gonna add more to this later.... I’m just really bad at coming up with ship dynamics- so my main point in this is to get people to realize that it possible and that it could work- because there is... nearly 0 material on it- and i just think it has the potential to be so wonderful but I do not have the potential to make it that way. Like it has the potential for so many different dynamics and iconic moments and theres so many reasonable ways they could meet and just so many possibilities and im just really hoping to show the ship to more people because, y’know, it’s rare and i want them to suffer from the lack of content too, because I’m just a kind person like that.

i would have put it under a cut if i could, but i have no idea how to do that so... apologies...

[pluto-projectorrr]

Hi tumblr, let me give this page kind of a little note. Perhaps sometime i'll re-read this note.

2022 such an amazeeeng year, actually. So much lesson i earn that year and yes, it maybe same for next day or maybe i'll modify or have a new pov, so dynamic.

First, every destiny is good, even we need time to realized it. Like i mention before, that year i moved to small city near forest and lake. It takes more than 12 hours to reach provincial capital. Tbh this place good for vacation like 2-7 days, but u'll get boring so i felt it. Until i realize that is not so bad. I feel more alive here, no more overtime and no more impromptu task. I have time for myself, reading, writing, or do sport. I was thinking, it's litterally such on Quran 2:216, maybe u don't like it, but it's good for u, yes, He knows, always.

Second, there is out there we can't control. We have plan, but it doesn't work, we need to accept it, fast or slow, may God help us. Someone left me that year which is good for both of us. At first, so many question in my head, but i choose not to search that answer. For some case, ignorance is bliss. I remember the wise word, from Al Ghazali: what is destined for u, it will be urs even if it is under two mountains, and what it is not urs, u'll not get it even if it is already between ur lips.

Third, for some case, telling ur boundaries and telling ur intentions will save both of u. Several months ago, i know that beautiful lady, look like good girl, with adorable character. We know each other, like yea just know actually, not like "know" each other. How i explain it? So, i try to confess with her, her reaction is good, but yeah nice try, is okay. Couple weeks later, there is someone who i think, likes me (tbh i dont know if she try to reach me or what, but many friends and people around us told me that she is likes me). For beginning, she asked me about work-things, and i don't know, i just respond usually, like other friend ask me. But, maybe she think i interested to her as couple, but no. Sorry if i hurt u. One of my friend said, "way, u r so kind, too friendly, maybe if we have a same age or u r older than me, i'll fall in love with u", oh i got the point. I'll not change my personality, but i'll set boundaries. I feel sorry for the broken lady, but it give me lesson, so thank you.

Fourth, being surrounding positivity is sooooo f powerful. This lesson i take from the lady i adore couple months ago. She is always look happy, even i know she's not. Do u realized, our world full of complaining, in real life our co-worker complain, in social media (especially twitter) full of complain, so much people think this is the bad life but actually there is only bad day. Complaining is natural, is humanist. I did several times, but rarely right now (haha). If some sh*t happen to me, i'll try to see from other side or being positive thinking like 'it must be good for me, maybe later i realize it'. Afterthat, i feel more relieved. So i just live it. Remembering Kartini's word: it is better to seek the light than to curse the darkness.

Fifth, myself is more more more important. I really love myself right now, i love my life, and everything on me. Alhamdulilaaah, God give me perfect body-part, have a healthy brain, beautiful eyes, and everything. Mazkun was right: yang sebaiknya kau jaga, adalah dirimu sendiri (the things that u better take care of, is urself).

Yes, it is. Maybe i'll adding some note later, but yeah, let face 2023 with brightly smile, optismistic, and more "Alhamdulillaah". 2022 was a tough year, but alhamdulillaah i'm safe and sound.

Ps: video is my very very 1st time try airport train🚄

[littlemissnoname13]

Three Days With You - Part Two

Summary: Draco has a rather interesting day planned for the two of you. Joined by familiar faces, old wounds resurface leaving the two of you with more questions than answers.

Warnings: smut,mature language and scenes, drinking, a fair amount of angst, mentions of blood

Word count: 3000

A/n: it’s 4am and I’m sleep deprived. This series is a bit plot heavy as opposed to WOS. I tried so very hard to fit everything under the 3000 word limit I’ve set for each part.

Song that plays as they dance: Fade into you by Mazzy Star

Part one | Masterlist

~~~

Sometime around Umbridge’s reign of terror, 5th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

With his arms folded, Draco casually reclined against the wall and he watched you write lines with Umbridge’s quill. He tried to keep a straight face but it was hard not to wince as he watched the words etch themselves onto your skin.

It seemed that Dolores Jane Umbridgde wasn’t really fond of you. In fact, he was certain she despised you just as much as Potter.

This was your third consecutive evening in detention and as a member of the inquisitorial squad, he was tasked with the duty of keeping an eye on you.

And while you did a moderately decent job of keeping a straight face through the searing sensations, he could sense that you were clearly in pain.

“Murtlap essence.” Draco said quietly and you dropped the quill and turned around to look at him. “It should help with the abrasions.”

“Why are you talking to me, Malfoy?”

Draco arched a brow at your question but internally, he too was pondering why he was talking to you.

Nobody talked to you.

You always spent most of your time scribbling furiously into what looked like a diary of some sort. You barely had any friends and most of his so-called friends were very upfront about their disdain for you and your muggleborn heritage.

“Why can’t I talk to you?” He finally asked, walking up to where you were seated.

“Are you asking me or are you asking yourself?” You quipped and went back to writing lines with that wretched quill. You always seemed so unbothered by everything.

A part of his brain was telling him to shut up and another part of his brain was trying to come up with a witty response just to impress you.

“I’m asking you.” He sighed in defeat before crouching down next to you to look at the gashes on your hand. “Why can I not talk to you?”

“Hm, let’s see..” You said with a bit more salt than you intended to. “Your Pure blood ideals that classify people like me as mudbloods, the prejudice, not to mention Umbitch who wouldn’t be very pleased to see you talk to me while I’m writing lines for her.”

His fingertips ghosted over your cuts, barely making contact with the blood as he contemplated running outside to look for some murtlap essence himself.

“Dont.” You winced when his skin made contact with the cuts. “Just don’t. I don’t need your pity.”

His eyes caught sight of yours as you pulled your hand away and he immediately felt uneasy at the sight of them. It was a kind of wistfulness, a type of yearning and nostalgia for something that never was. Something that never could be. And it somehow made him want it even more.

Draco lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush against your cheek and he heard you reflexively draw in a sharp breath.

He found himself leaning in to capture your lips in his but you hesitated.

“It wouldn’t be justifiable if something happened in between us.” You whispered, leaning an inch away from him. “It would be highly inconvenient for you if someone found out.”

“Then I guess, no one must know.” His voice was hoarse before he crashed his lips into yours.

How was he ever going to explain himself if anyone found out? His whole life, he was taught to be repelled by your kind. He was, however, anything but repelled.

He was swallowing all of the little whimpers that you made and he was revelling in the feel of your smooth skin underneath your shirt.

How was he ever going to justify the way he was slowly allowing his fingers to trace your inner thighs before pushing your panties aside to press his finger into your wetness.

Gods, the sounds you were making when he pushed a finger inside of you.

Why were you allowing him to touch you like this?

Hair tousled, shirt unbuttoned with your breasts falling out, legs spread open for him to see. For him to claim.

“Is this okay?” He asked before taking a slow lick up your soaked cunt and you raked your fingers into his hair and gripped hard as you nodded eagerly.

One taste of you and instantaneously forgot everything that was expected of him. It didn’t bother him what type of blood ran through your veins. The way he wanted to kneel and worship your pretty and wet cunt was more sacred than the entire bloody sacred twenty eight.

When he finally lined his hardened erection up against your entrance, he noticed that you had suddenly tensed. Your hesitation was notable in the way you tilted your head and stared at the floor like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, using his index finger to tilt your face back to him. “Tell me, y/n. Do you want me to stop?”

That was the first time he’d used your given name and saying it made his ears turn hot.

“No—No I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. “It’s just that—I’ve never..”

How could he have been so dense?

The way you were digging your nails into his arms, your whimpers, and the way you winced when he pushed his fingers inside you should have told him that you were a virgin.

He caressed your cheeks slightly and dipped his head lower to press a kiss onto your forehead before backing away.

He didn’t want your first time to be with someone like him, during Umbridge’s detention of all places with your cuts still bleeding and seeping into the cotton of his white shirt.

“Draco don’t.” You whispered his given name softly and grabbed him by the arm before he had the chance to walk away. “Don’t go.”

“But y/n—”

You pulled him in and pressed your lips on his before he could reason with you.

He had the choice to walk away from you, from all this but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt different with you.

He asked you one more time before lining himself up against you. And when you gave him a soft and breathy “yes”, he pushed.

Your walls clenched him in and you tried your best to repress your tearful whimper by biting down on the exposed part of his shoulder.

He made sure to be gentle with you when he made the first few thrusts.

Soon enough, your grip on his arms loosened. Your cries morphed into tiny little gasps and moans of his name and you began to kiss the same place you were previously biting.

And at that very moment he knew you had surrendered yourself to him.

Wholly. Completely. Entirely.

At the particular moment, you belonged to nobody but Draco Lucius Malfoy and he—

~~~

Present day, Pilgrim’s Inn, 9:27 Am

Draco, fixing you both a cup of coffee, stilled and snapped out of the flashback inside his mind when you let out a small grumble in your sleep and reached towards his side of the bed.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself when he noticed the visibly annoyed look on your sleepy face when all you felt were pillows and sheets.

As much he wanted to sit and watch you sleep like a mega creep, it seemed like a good time to wake you up.

~~~

He was still wearing the same trousers and black shirt from the previous night when your eyes fluttered open. Only this morning, the shirt was buttoned halfway, exposing most of his chest and torso. The sleeves had been rolled back and you felt your stomach twist into a knot at the sight of his dark mark.

It served as a constant reminder that you only really had three days with him.

Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, Draco stood up and walked towards the bed with a ceramic mug filled to the brim with coffee causing your lips to twist into a grateful smile.

“Drink up.” He said as he sat down on the chair next to you. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

After a big gulp of the coffee, you put the mug on the bed side table and looked at him.

“We do?”

“Of course we do.” He motioned towards a turquoise box on top of the dresser, sounding giddy and excited. He almost sounded like the carefree and careless Draco you loved to hate from the first few years at school.

You quickly threw the duvet off your body and scurried towards the dresser; the floorboards of the inn creaked as you did so.

“What’s in the box?” You turned your head back to look at him.

Draco’s cheeks were flushed and he was watching you with darkened eyes. His firm grip on the mug made his knuckles turn pale and you only realized you were standing in front of him naked when you saw the growing bulge in his pants

You ignored your own blood rush to your cheeks while you unwrapped the box to see what he was so excited about.

It was an oxblood red dress, with the softest fabric you’d ever touched. Long flowy sleeves and a plunging neckline, it was strikingly gorgeous.

“A Dress Draco?” You raised a brow at him.

“For our very first date. And for later..” he smirked and you scanned the entire dresser to find an appropriate object to throw at him.

“That’s some way to ask a girl out and must you always think about sex?!” You accused even though you were thinking about it too and reached for a book he’d left on top of the dresser to throw at him.

Before launching the book his way, you paused to examine the book on your hand that read Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. It was only then that you realized that more than half of the books he had in the inn were about potions and alchemy.

How could you have not realised? Potions was the only subject he really seemed to enjoy at school.

Even during the nights you spent together back in school, you’d prop yourself up on his bed, wrap a sheet carelessly around your bare body and watch him stay up late to work on his Potions homework.

You’d always encourage him towards a career in potion making and he’d smile wistfully at the idea before turning to look at the snake and skull tattoo on his forearm. With a vacant look in his otherwise mercurial eyes, he’d remind you that he would have liked that if the circumstances were different.

You dropped the book back on the desk and instantly flung yourself into his arms.

~~~~

When he felt you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, Draco stiffened.

The way you were holding him made it seem like you were already saying your goodbyes and he felt as if someone had repeatedly used the cruciatus curse on him. He couldn’t bring himself to think about his life without you in it.

He wasn’t ready.

Draco quickly sorted out his scrambled thoughts and placed his oculomancy walls up as high as he could.

“As sexy as you are naked, I’d very much like to see that dress on you.”

You slightly sniffled before walking back towards the dresser to slip the dress on. The way you struggled with the zipper was adorable to him and he helped you zip it up with a crooked grin on his face.

Considering the present situation, taking you outside of the inn was risky so he’d taken it upon himself to arrange a perfect little lunch at the inn itself. Complete with vintage wine, a lavish main course and a decadent dessert to top it all off.

Sure, it took another huge wad of muggle cash, and coaxing the owner but the look on your face when he fed you a spoonful of chocolate mousse was worth it.

He was going to be the best fucking boyfriend on the face of this planet even if it was only for three days.

Draco took your hand, kissed you on the knuckle, guided you to the table, pulled your chair out for you and tried his hardest to not stare at your cleavage for more than thirty seconds.

Thank Merlin for all of the etiquette training he had to undergo when he was younger!

~~~

The two of you didn't really get around making much progress on the rest of the items on Draco’s itinerary filled with cliched tripes like reading poetry to each other and slow dancing to a song playing on the vintage turntable in the far corner of the room.

You’d never taken him for a romantic but he was adamant on the idea of finding “your song” from the tracks on the record that was spinning round and round.

When the both of you finally stopped bickering and agreed on a song, he stood up in front of you and offered you his hand.

Fade into you. Strange you never knew…

The chorus went as he took the lead and swayed you slowly across the room, careful not to trip on furniture.

Both of you barely made it to the end of the song and you weren’t even surprised.

~~~

“Gods you really do look beautiful in this dress..” he let out a low growl when he stopped dancing to pin you against the mattress and attach his lips to the pulse point of your neck.

To his utter surprise, you wasted no time in yanking his belt buckle.

“I need you…Draco Lucius Malfoy.” You pleaded as you started to pump his length in your hand. “I need you now.”

Urgency was dripping through every syllable that left your lipstick smudged mouth. Arousal was seeping through the fabric of your panties and Draco was afraid he’d come just by watching you like that.

“Say it again..” he whispered as he attached his mouth to your firm nipple. “Please—y/n, just say my name like that again..”

“Draco…”

With no hesitation or remorse, he pried your legs apart and pushed his cock right where it belonged inside of you. The way your body reacted to the motion drove him insane.

He often questioned his place in the universe, it was a constant battle between light and dark, between right and wrong.

But with you, he always felt like he belonged.

“You’re going to make me come…Draco..”

He buried his face into your hair and continued to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

It was never like this with anybody else for him. And it was never going to be.

“I love you.” You whispered as you succumbed to your orgasm, heedless of the way your words would affect him.

How could you say those words out loud so often and not care about the consequences that came along with it?

“Don’t be selfish..” He groaned, feeling his own high approaching at the sound of those words. “Don’t you dare…”

“I love you.” You moaned, louder this time. “I love—”

He silenced you with a kiss before you could say it again. The weight of those words were always too much for him. Especially when he knew he had less than seventy two hours with you.

Draco began to think about all those years of childish games and wasted time as strong stinging sensations prickled up on his skin.

First, at the pit of his stomach. Then, on his left forearm.

He’d been called upon.

~~~

“Do not leave this inn. You understand?” He warned as he quickly redressed. “I’ll have someone sent over to look after you.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” You protested as you wrapped the sheets around your body and got out of bed. “I don’t need a babysitter,Draco.”

His eyes darkened and his expressions hardened as he heard your words and you gulped when he stormed over to where you stood.

“Listen to me carefully.” He gripped hard onto your shoulders and shook you. “Stay put and only open the door if you hear three knocks.”

It took a second for you to let his words sink in but you slowly nodded.

His cold hands cupped either of your cheeks and his forehead pressed up against yours; desperate and frantic eyes stared back at you.

“I have one more thing on my itinerary for us.” He said, conjuring the best smile he could give you before leaning in to press a slow and soft kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

You held onto his words, dressed yourself in one of his sweaters, paced back and forth in the room, made yourself a cup of strong black coffee and even read through his extensive collection of books.

After what seemed like an hour, you heard it. Three very precise knocks on your door.

Very anxiously, you opened the door to find a brunette boy giving you a Cheshire Cat kind of smile.

He casually leaned forward to squeeze you into a bone crushing hug as if you were a long lost family member and you scrunched up your nose, awkwardly hugging back.

“I believe a proper introduction is long overdue.” He said as he let go. “Theodore Nott.”

“I know who you are.” You mumbled as you stepped back to let him in. “I have seen you in class.”

“Great.” He smiled as his eyes danced around the room to look at the books, the coffee pot, the turntable and the remains of what used to be the dress Draco got you.

A bright pink flush swiped across your cheeks as Theo disapprovingly shook his head. “I know you both spent half of the day shagging but please tell me you managed to do at least five activities from the itinerary!”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I had to unfortunately sit and watch him put the blasted itinerary together.” Theo sighed, as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot before reaching for a tiny flask inside his jacket. “Occulumancy aside, Ferret is also rubbish at hiding things from me.”

You let out a snort when you remembered Draco the ferret.

After your laughter simmered down, Theo took a rather cautious step towards you before offering you his flask.

“Nothing happened between him and Pansy that day y/n.”

Your heart started to ache as your mind started recollecting that day. That goddamned day.

“And you’re telling me this now because?”

Theo sat down on the floor and patted the empty space next to him with a sad little smile on his face.

“Closure.”

(To be continued….)

~~~~~~

Part three preview:

The two of you laid peacefully next to each other one top of a picnic blanket he’d conjured, somewhere in the middle of a forest clearing

The stark black sky was littered with a million shimmering stars. Protective wards were in place and the air was saturated with the scent of pine wood and moss.

From across the blanket, Draco reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze and you turned to your side to get a better view of him—his silver hair giving the moonlight a run for its money.

“Lyrids.” He smiled, pointing his index finger at the sky as meteors started falling from the sky, one after another…

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