#It literally took me a century to find this meme but blank

[jaroftears]

HARVEST RITUAL LETS GOOOOOOOO

(The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara

[woozisnoots]

modest jeon wonwoo

° pairing: wonwoo x reader ° genre: university!au, host club!au, fluff ° word count: ~1.7k ° warnings: none! ° a/n: this had no business being this long and idek if i like it lol but I want to specifically dedicate this piece to @wonwoosimp​​ bc she’s literally the sweetest, best bean in the world [insert uwu meme here] thank you for gifting me my very first photocard, I literally cried opening it! I love you so much, I hope you enjoy!

welcome to the svt host club!

masterlist!

you entered university with a certain goal, a purpose. eventually, you were going to be the pediatric surgeon that the 13 year old you ushered you to be.

…let's just hope the knowledge of your brain was enough to get you through the first four years of pre-med. with your 3.7 high school GPA, you were lucky to get into your first choice college, let alone your current major

from the start of the semester, you dedicated yourself to studying the anatomy and physiology of the body until you knew every nook and cranny there was to know. and the library was the perfect sanctuary to get your shit together

as much as you loved your roommates, their constant fights over closet space and boy toys gave you no peace of mind what-so-ever

bless the library for being opened 24/7. If your roommates found you sleeping on their only working desk, you would find yourself waking up to the sound of tripping freshmen trying to get to their first 8am class right in the middle of the hallway

but the lone table in the corner of the library just on the third floor did you good at staying focused. even provided some good naps in between every now and then

the day before your first anatomy test, you LOCKED yourself in the library. no one was going in OR OUT of the premise just to sit across from you on YOUR table until you fully memorized the different layers of epithelial tissue >:(

gosh, you even scattered all your notes across the table just so people got the memo that this seat was: [OFF LIMITS]

yes, off limits to everyone except a certain jeon wonwoo.

the way you met was abrupt to say the least

besides your table, you had a pretty good view of the entire campus — from the main health science building all the way to the student parking lot

and just below you, an astonishing sight of a mob of screaming girls chasing after a mouse guy in glasses. not to be inconsiderate and heartless, but unless you heard someone scream bloody murder, diving back into your flashcard you go

tissue after tissue, you start to get delusional because at this point, everything is starting to look the same

slumping down into your chair, you take a second to mentally recharge, drinking the water you’ve neglected for the past three hours

you time yourself for a five minute break, going through the notifications on your phone

before you could read your roommate’s ongoing ramble on the latest update of the “crazy good looking, god-like, elite host club that the university has to offer”

a ‘club’ that you didn’t even know anything about nor cared for

you hear a loud ‘thud’ coming from the bookcase in front of you

from the side the tall, lean guy with glasses that you saw earlier emerged with his hands gripping his tricep

you try not to draw too much attention to him. half the reason being you didn’t want to embarrass him by laughing at the fact he ran into a 10 feet tall bookcase

and you did not need this man distracting you. it’s your eight week streak being this productive, a new record for anything you’ve done in your entire life and your pride wouldn’t let you have it if you lost it just because you saw an attractive man on sight

you scribble down a decent guess to the tissue identification question that you’ve been stuck on for the past few minutes, not bothering to look up

“that’s actually dense connective tissue, not smooth”

jolting up from your seat, you look up realizing the guy 5 feet away is now right in front of your face looking down at all your papers

“you can tell because they’re striated”

you stare at him in disbelief wondering how he could have gotten so fast with just looking at it for a few seconds. eyeing him up and down, he definitely looked around the same age as you but he wasn’t someone you’ve seen around the science buildings. and you would know since you took the liberty of familiarizing almost everyone within the department

“do you mind if i sit here?” his hands already on the edge of the chair ready to pull it out from underneath him

“...yeah sure”

“oh i’m wonwoo by the way,” he says as you both exchange awkward stares and knowledgeable nods

okay well since he’s proven that he might be of help to you, you might as let him stay. from what you’ve gathered, he didn’t have any stuff on him aside from his phone that you watch him get out of his front pocket, getting ready to play pacman

forget how attractive he is, this guy has some brains.

for the rest of the day, as you guys sat across from each other, wonwoo would occasionally bounce back and forth between giving you study tips and playing whatever game he decides to play at that moment in time

he was surprisingly really good at this? he knew more things about the subject than your professors did, and that’s saying a lot. like you’ve been looking at cells for WEEKS and you were lucky to get at least half of them. which begs the question:

“how do you magically know all this?”

the blank expression on his face tells you he wasn’t expecting that question but he quickly shrugs it off. “i just know a few things from my parents that’s all”

you would have questioned him further but the time on your phone read “22:57” and you already broke your number rule about sleeping early before a big test

as you pack up all your stuff, wonwoo pushes his chair in, bidding you farewell

“good luck on your test tomorrow!”

you appreciate the gesture, mentally thanking him for his help and proceed to go back to your dorms, preparing yourself to tell your roommate all about the exciting? day you had

“YOU MORON. JEON WONWOO?”

laying flat on your back on your bed, you cover the bottom half of your face, quivering under your sheets as you stare at your roommate’s outrageous outburst

you explain what happened and who you met today at the library. when your roommate asked to describe him in more detail, all you said was that he was pretty smart for someone who wasn’t particularly in your major

your roommate lets out a loud scream into their pillow, gripping the bed sheets before giving you the earful of the century

“he’s just being modest. he’s a korean lit major but he’s one of the uni’s top students since both his parents are the head of the science department.

…AND he’s one of the most requested host club members. so you caught yourself one big fish today bud.”

top student? science department? HOST CLUB? none of that was processing in your brain. the one club that you wanted nothing to do with and you just happened to meet their top money maker

grand.

the thought didn’t keep you up at night only because you thought that today’s encounter was just coincidence and you probably would never have to see him again.

(sad though, your roommate was right. he is rather good looking.)

the time that it took for you to take your test the next day flew by so fast that you questioned if it even happened. the first step you took out the classroom, you start to second guess all your answers, regretting that you didn’t check a third or even fourth time before submitting

your train of thought halts when you see jeon wonwoo standing in the empty hallway

“i’m sure you aced it”

and just like in a netflix original romance movie, he reveals a bouquet of pink begonias from behind his back while shyly adjusting his glasses

“these are for you. to congratulate you”

weird way to phrase it but you were still gonna take the flowers. “host club tendencies?”

“so you found out?”

from a distance, you can hear the rushing footsteps from downstairs followed by a sense of purpose. “i think i was bound to” :/

you didn’t know how you felt about the current situation. you had no idea what host club was until you got here and you still don’t know what they even do. for all you knew, this could just be a gesture to get them more clients

but if his actions were genuine… you wouldn’t mind seeing him again

“i have to start learning muscles for our next exam. heard it was one of the hardest ones. i’m not sure if you have more studying tricks up your sleeve?”

“i might.” a cocking little grin now appearing on his face

“good. same place at the library tomorrow then. and this time? try not to bring your dedicated fans wherever you go”

so these study sessions continued. you guys occasionally had to change spots - from cafe to an empty bio lab - if the mob ever saw a single hair follicle that might be his

but each time, wonwoo brought something more just himself. one day it would be coffee, others days it would be food. things to keep you motivated.

for a korean lit major, he was taking a lot of time out of his day to help you, being attentive to all the strategies that help you study and such

possibly making your assumption from months back, true.

by the time finals rolled around, aside from the spursts of review here and there, study sessions became more casual. you didn’t feel the need to overwork our brain since you already knew all the information (something you actually learned from wonwoo himself)

possibly the last meeting you’d have with him was similar to your first: just you two together but him playing on his phone. and yet before the night ended

“i have a proposal.”

“i’m not giving you money for your dumb club.” bold of him to assume you would-

“no but i really appreciate the thought :)

why don’t we turn these study sessions into… study dates instead?”

:0

your assumption after 6 months later: finally confirmed

“but that’s only IF you ace your finals.”

well let’s just say at the very end, you had a successful first semester and are now one step closer towards being the surgeon of your dreams.

plus, you even landed yourself a pretty cool boyfriend in the process

let’s hope his parents put in a good word for you when you apply to med school!

[elysicndrcvm]

━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that. 

[lonely-little-penguin-blog]

Chill Pill - Avengers x Reader

A/N: Okay, so this was so annoying because I was feeling it with Vision and then it was like “oh my god what about Pietro that would just be hilarious” ‘cause trying to get him to sit still to look at the clouds? But guess what? You’ll have to read this to find out what I wound up doing!

Request: “After you do the song challenge, would you consider doing something litte and cute with teaching Vision how to chill out? Like binge watching netflix or just staring at the clouds? If you aren’t feeling Vision it would be cute with Pietro or Bruce too. Whatever you write I’ll read.” This courtesy of @travelwithwords.

Taglist: @courtneychicken, @travelwithwords​.

Summary: After a long mission upon which you may or may not have said something regrettable, who doesn’t want to relax? Unfortunately, it seems that some people don’t know how, and you take it upon yourself to show them.

Warnings: I think there’s no swearing! If there is I’ll just have to update this.

Other Notes: Gender neutral reader, of course. I hope you like it!

“Get off my back!”

You scowled at Vision while turned away, walking quickly.

“No, I won’t. You need to-”

“Take a chill pill.”

Frowning in a rare show of emotion for the android, Vision repeated, “A chill pill? Excuse me?”

“Take. A. Chill. Pill.” You snapped your fingers with each word for emphasis. “Chill. You need to chill.”

“My internal temperature has nothing to do with-”

“No, no, not like that. You ever, you know? Chilled?” His blank look only served to agitate you further. “You know. Relax. Do something fun.”

“I am aware of humans’ tendency, shared with few other mammals, to receive pleasure through copulation-”

“No, no, no!” you cried frantically, shaking your head. “I was not – no, no, I mean – okay, come here.”

“But-”

“Come!”

Trying to think on your feet, you finally wound up in front of a television. “FRIDAY, launch Netflix puh-lease.”

“Netflix?” repeated Vision as the program started. “Internet flicks?”

You blinked slowly. “I guess,” you finally stated, throwing up your hands in exasperation. “Hmm. You seem like a Sherlock kind of a guy.”

“Sherlock Holmes?”

“Intuitive, aren’t you? I’ll get popcorn.” Then, “Wait, can you eat?”

He turned, the small action seeming more weighted when combined with the exasperated look that he managed to provide, reminding you that he wasn’t fully robot.

Of course he could eat. It just brought him no joy.

Just like he brought you no joy when he harassed you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make popcorn, then we can watch Netflix.”

“Ah. I see.” Vision nodded. “Netflix and… chill?”

“Vision!”

“Yes, Y/N?”

Blushing furiously, you didn’t respond, both flushed with embarrassment and anger.

If he hadn’t already been getting on your nerves, that would have done it.

He doesn’t know any better, a Wanda-like voice reminded you in your head.

Still. That was the second time he had accidentally propositioned you.

Praying it was the last, you put the bag of popcorn in the microwave, programming it accordingly as the episode buffered.

Several episodes in, Vision’s frustration with you had passed as the one piece of popcorn he had obliged you had passed his lips, the only piece it would turn out that he would eat.

Begrudgingly, but now forgotten.

Thank God.

“Is this… chilling the only type that people engage in?” asked Vision curiously, moments after he had asked if Sherlock and Watson were lovers and not quite believed the answer he had received.

“What? Of course not.” Nodding along in agreement with your own words, you added, “Binge watching Netflix is just my personal favorite. There’s more.”

“Do you think you can show me more?”

You raised your eyebrows. “What? More pent up frustration you want to forget?”

“Pent up frus- ah, yes, right, I seem to recall the reason I was-”

Frantically, you cried, “No! You’re not mad at me. Tell you what. I’ll show you more ways to chill, and you stop harassing me about that?”

“Fine. Truce.”

Shaking hands deliberately, you scowled as Netflix asked if you were still watching, for one of the first times opting not to continue.

“Come on. Let’s go outside.”

“What… are you doing?”

A thickly accented voice that could only be Pietro’s startled you out of your daydream, sitting up and startling as you noticed a lady bug on your hand, flicking it off.

“Chilling.”

“No one has seen the two of you for hours,” added the Avenger, his gaze darting between the two of you. “And you are… on the ground?”

“Better than being high,” you responded before thinking, then adding more consciously, “We’re chilling. You know. Relaxing. Because this man doesn’t seem to have an off button.”

“By looking at the sky? You are almost as low as my expectations for you, Y/N.” At your grabbing a rock off the ground threateningly, he quickly added, “Only joking. Is this really what you have been doing all day?”

“No, of course not.”

“Yes. She introduced me to the Internet flicks.”

“Netflix. Say it with me. Net-flix. You’re not saying this. I don’t feel supported in this friendship. This is a symbiotic relationship in which you are the parasite.”

“I feel this is at least commensalism-”

“Stop! You’re entirely too literal.” Then, turning to Pietro, “Care to join us?”

He shook his head. “This seems… how to say? Boring. Entirely too slow.”

“Slow down a minute. Stop and smell the roses. Or, in this case, watch the clouds.”

“Y/N, I don’t think-”

“Sit down or I’ll make sure you can’t stand.”

Pietro was firmly planted on the ground far faster than you could have knocked him over.

“Is this-”

“Hush. Look at the clouds. Don’t. Speak. A. Word.”

“Y/N. There you are.” Wanda came upon you. “You are… sleeping with all of the men in my life, are you now?”

“Phrasing, Wanda. Phrasing.” What was it with today and it being suggested that you would – no, you didn’t want to think about it. “They’re not asleep. We’re chilling.”

You glanced at the two, both of them offering no sort of hint that they might be awake.

“At least, I don’t think they’re asleep.”

Wanda tentatively approached, leaning down and poking her brother in the side.

“Definitely asleep. What have you done to them?”

“We were chilling. I don’t know what happened.”

“Chilling.” The Scarlet Witch fixed you with a pointed stare.

Her demeanor reminded you of the word’s original definition. “Vision wouldn’t get off my back so I may or may not have told him to take a chill pill and then he got confused so I proposed that he chill and he didn’t know how so we watched Netflix and then he asked if there were more ways to chill so we came out here and then Pietro was looking for us and I made him skygaze with us and I guess they fell asleep and here we are.”

“Ahh, I see.” Still slightly scared of her – for some reason, even her complacency seemed temporary – you were surprised when Wanda added, “I suppose it was about time they took a moment to relax.”

With a conspiratorial wink, she asked, “Want to join me inside?”

“But-”

“Shhhhh.”

Pulling you up with an outstretched hand, the two of you left Pietro and Vision dozing under the sun, finally slowed down even amidst the rush that Avenger life could be.

What could you say? Just because you had shown them how to relax didn’t mean you had any obligation to wake them. After all, it wasn’t like they would have any adverse reaction whatsoever to waking up outdoors with the person who had coaxed them to do so – with no small amount of threats – suspiciously absent.

A/N: Little, cute, and chill. Like me! (Nah, I’m not quite chill). This was a little hard to write because I’ve never had Netflix nor used it so I had to mostly go off of random memes I’ve seen about the service. I have no idea whether it stands for Internet flicks or not, but it just might? I don’t know. Anyway, hope this satisfied your craving, Justine! I’m sorry it took so long.

Anyone else have a request? My ask is always open, and it’ll take me a while but it might be worth the wait.

Thanks for reading! (But wait! There’s more?)

Bonus Scene:

“What do you mean, you watched it without me?”

“What, you mean you wanted to watch it?”

You put your hands on your hips. “I can’t tell if you’re mocking me or not. I want to say you are, but you don’t usually, but then again considering what we’ve been watching-”

Holding up a red hand, Vision quelled your response. “I was… teasing. I didn’t watch it.”

“Teasing?” Doubtful, you prompted further, “From you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Very well.”

You flicked through Netflix to the newly released season that the two of you had been anticipating for weeks, before queuing the first episode.

“If I find out you’re lying I’ll watch the rest of this season and spoil every second of it as we watch it.”

The android, seemingly amused, asked, “Oh, really?”

“Fine. I wouldn’t. Sit down and shut up.”

“Vision!”

“I didn’t mean to!”

“What? You didn’t mean to pause it before the biggest plot reveal of the century? My faith in you is ruined. Ruined!”

“Fine. I meant to.”

“And dishonest too! I am disappointed in you, young man.”

“Oh, relax, Y/N. Take a chill pill.”

[victoria-immortalis]

sinisteraugurey‌:

yes, she’s been through a lot. that was the understatement of the century. delphi recalled the time turner – the trouble she’d gone through to obtain it, the sleepless nights, the constant pretending, and just… everything. and then she’d come to find out that she’d failed, kind of. she’d resurrected the dark lord, but in doing so, she’d created a reality in which he already had a daughter ( clearly one who was a much more fitting daughter than delphi could ever be ). she’d literally written herself out of existence. and, as much as she wanted to hate this girl, it’d also been her who’d pulled delphi free from behind the veil.

delphini diggory – there isn’t a hole she couldn’t dig herself into. and now she’d dug herself into the deepest hole imaginable. she could try to change time again, but she’d already completely and utterly ruined reality. delphi didn’t even know how to fix the original timeline. and she’d been lucky that véronique had found her. she doubted she’d be as lucky next time.

     ❛ i do not look stunning, ❜ she muttered, barely allowing this girl to put blush on her cheeks. delphi, in a dress and wearing blush. what would the punk gods say ? she felt horribly out of place. and clearly she was out of place, or this girl wouldn’t be, quite literally, painting her cheeks pink.

she pulled the hair tie out of her hair and grimaced, waving a hand over her hair to give it a quick magical clean. she ran the brush through the silver and blue locks. her blonde roots were growing out ; she’d have to retouch them. if muggle hair dye still existed in this reality. it took all of her willpower to keep her face a blank mask. delphi’s choice facial expressions would not be inviting.

but, she was doing this for her father. she’d need to compete against this girl. she did not claim to be worthy of him, but she’d spent her entire life, thus far, fashioning herself to be a dedicated follower. a few spare braids, which were snuck among her usual ponytail, came forward. she imagined she looked proper and feminine. all dainty and elegant and cute.

she wanted to slouch and fidget and reference memes and use slang. she wanted her ripped jeans and a feather coat. she wanted her dark blue lipstick and the smudged blue eyeshadow. she wanted to yeet herself into a different reality where véronique did not exist.

what type of name was véronique, even ? of all pretentious behavior. though, the girl couldn’t control her name. she’d blame… her parents for that. ugh.

     ❛ take me to him, please, ❜ she said, not meeting véronique’s eyes.

Véronique could see that Delphi was uncomfortable in her new attire, for her movements were stiff and her expressions appeared even more forced than they had been before, though while it may have been cruel of her to strip her of her only tangible reminder of her own reality, Véronique couldn't afford to coddle her – not when her father would be most displeased by Delphi's attire of choice.

“Very well,” she therefore said, motioning for Delphi to follow her before making her way to her father's study and softly knocking at the door.

“I have brought the girl, father,” she announced, waiting for his response.

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Lord Voldemort had been tending to his plans of eradicating the final resistance to his rule when Ambrosine Véronique had rushed to his side, telling him about the girl from her dreams – dreams he now suspected to be prophetic in nature – having arrived in their reality.

The mere notion of a reality in which he had not succeeded had repulsed him more than anything, hence it had been too convenient to brush his daughter's recurring dream off as an especially peculiar sort of nightmare. However, now that he was confronted with the potential truth of alternate realities being more than a concept, Voldemort wouldn't shy away from it, and it was after days of tireless research that he was prepared to meet the girl, whom he now assumed to have arrived from an alternate reality that was especially sinister.

After about half an hour, Ambrosine Véronique knocked at the door of his study and announced the presence of the girl she had pulled out of the Veil, and putting away the book he had been reading, Voldemort said, “You may enter."

His first impression of the girl was that he appeared to be malnourished and ill at ease, and while he didn't blame her for the latter, for there were few people carrying themselves with confidence in his presence, he was displeased by her physical state. It wouldn't do, after all, for her to faint on him, should they discuss any topics that were heavier in nature.  

“This is Delphi,” Véronique introduced the girl before turning to her. “And Delphi, this is Lord Voldemort, ruler of Wizarding Britain and my beloved father.”

“Thank you, Ambrosine Véronique,” Voldemort said warmly before addressing the girl – Delphi – for the first time, “Have a seat.”

Having waited for his daughter to leave and close the door behind her, Voldemort leaned forward in his chair and clasped his hands together.

“Tell me about yourself.”

Erased