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sonnenreich · 3 months ago

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Life in London was as exciting as it was expensive. A coffee cost between eight and ten pounds, but you could always enjoy it in company and ignore the fact that the cup in your hand was filled with exactly the same brew that was served in Belfast, Lancaster or Yorkshire. Nevertheless, it was all worth it, because as soon as you stepped outside the front door, it was possible to experience something and escape the dreary wasteland of what was piling up in your head in an apartment that was far too big. Apart from the countless museums and sights, London offered a variety of activities that were particularly enjoyable at night. These included the Fabric nightclub in the trendy Clerkenwell district, The Social and The Sketch. But places like Mahiki, Rockwell Bar or the Long Bar at The Sandersons were particularly popular clubs that made the hearts of high society beat faster. The upper class was particularly welcome at the latter, where its extravagance and exclusivity were captivating. A place where Zeev Horace Spindle was a welcome guest. Not only did he already know countless celebrities by name, he was also well-known in the nightlife and gaining access was as easy as the beaming smile that crossed his lips. Most of the young partygoers and aspiring heirs to millions hadn't contributed much to their fame other than having access to plastic surgery and wearing their surnames loosely on their lips. Zeev didn't even have an inheritance and yet he was the most sought-after bachelor in all of London, even beyond the Thames. Because the eccentric and charming womaniser with a dazzling smile and shining golden eyes could make the impossible possible. No matter what dreams were reflected in the clear eyes of fashionistas, nepo babies and heirs, nothing seemed unattainable if you could make a deal with Zeev. Everyone wanted to be around him and use his skills for themselves, even if most of them didn't even understand how he did it in the first place. But that was beside the point and ultimately didn't matter to their goals.

The large flat in the new block was just one of several locations where Zeev established himself as a host, rarely alone, always surrounded by attention and affection. That it was only superficial and never went deeper than his favours and looks meant little to him as long as he was the centre of attention. It was a necessity in the face of the rich and beautiful, who wanted to stay that way. Forever, if they had their way. The price was a minor matter. Zeev's playground was expensive and he knew how to make the most of every single pound he was given. He led a life of opulence, but carried it with a composure and elegance that could make him seem arrogant, but never overbearing.

That evening, too, he had invited a number of people whose paths he had already crossed and he knew them all by name, even those who had only been the company. Curious people who wanted to take in his presence and bathe in it in the hope that some of the glamour would rub off on them. Being seen, especially by each other, was important to the tightly woven web of publicity that often reported about him. On top, it was not unusual for him to be part of London Fashion Week and he was proud to have had one or two photoshoots for popular magazine brands. The background he came from was always emphasised, as if it increased his value — or symbolised to the public how close he actually was to them and that his rise was possible for everyone. Yeah, sure.

The rooms were furnished according to his standards. Dark tones, the smell of patchouli and honeysuckle omnipresent. If it wasn't for the people, you could have mistaken the flat for a gentlemen's club instead of a lounge. There were people everywhere who were not only relaxed but also loosened up thanks to the alcohol and the lack of restrains; a safe haven. Quite often, what happened in these places was what the gossip press would love to report on. But no matter what they found out, everything contradicted each other. It was as if the guests' memories were being consumed and their perceptions clouded. Zeev's world was a strange, but not a particularly complex one. High society was the easiest instrument to play, and Zeev found himself in the midst of an orchestra in his name.

The circles Nadja was making on the back of his neck had long since passed the pleasant stage and were now nothing more than painful and burning, so he gradually moved away from her and turned his attention to a conversation from which he had drifted off half an hour ago because it could hardly be beaten for irrelevance. However, she moved with him and had now switched to moving her hand over his partially exposed skin. Her artificial nails pushed aside the velvety fabric of his loose top and she squinted at his chest with a furtive smile, meeting his gaze whenever he paid attention to her as she did. Regrettably, she had so far failed to achieve what she had no doubt set her mind to since her arrival. As much as Zeev enjoyed the attention, it could be exhausting when he was besieged from all sides. He had just managed to escape the wild chaos of the guests' euphoria when Nadja had already been hot on his heels and had breathed inanities into his ear. In principle, Zeev was not averse to it, the pleasures of physical closeness also had the fullest effect on him, but he had one rule: never sleep with the clientele. Not only because he wanted to maintain a certain distance, but also because he didn't want to give them the feeling that they had power over him. As if he were a golden trophy to be won. Zeev wouldn't describe himself as particularly picky, but he still harboured a certain respect for himself. The flirting, the deep kisses, maybe even a hand up a skirt was one thing, but his body belonged to him. He didn't care what the others did with each other. The more intoxicated they became, the more uninhibited they were with each other and Zeev often wondered whether his events weren't giving the wrong impression. On the other hand, at least it was better than drugs. Another simple rule that some had already disregarded — and therefore no longer received invitations. And were shunned by others, too. It was remarkable what social influence on one's opinion could have. No one wanted to risk being in the disfavour of the person who could hold their future in their hands. Power, no matter how strange and misshapen, was still an undeniably sublime feeling.

As Zeev pulled himself together to escape the situation a little, two more figures poured into the room, one of whom Zeev had never seen before. He didn't know the name, the status, who he had arrived with, and worst of all, Zeev didn't know what he was after. The only thing he could work with and what the others depended on him for. Conversely, this meant that the stranger was a potential risk or a possible new opportunity. Zeev let his gaze slide down his figure. Tall, slim but not scrawny, broad shoulders, slightly hunched shoulders, dark circles under his eyes and unruly blond hair. If it weren't for the age woven into his forehead and laugh lines, he would have thought he was dealing with a college senior fighting for a scholarship or a student about to graduate. Isaiah, as he got to know to the witcher's satisfaction, stood out from the overall picture, like an abstract form in a Renaissance painting. And for a long moment, Zeev was unable to look away, both confused and fascinated. He hadn’t even noticed Delilah’s closeness as all her attention flung to him instead of the unexpected guest. Zeev rose from the bed he had searched somewhat of a refuge on and moved closer to the blonde. He couldn’t help but smile sweetly at him, almost pitiful as he struggled with his phrasing in introducing him. It was impossible to blame him, if he had stumbled into this, he probably would have reacted much the same way. If he were an entirely different person that is. Either way, he felt sympathy for him. Zeev placed a hand above his heart, his eyes rounding in compassion.

“Isaiah,” he repeated, letting his name roll off his tongue, deliberately slow and almost melodic. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there were already residents here. I was told there won't be any till the end of the year. We were too loud, weren’t we?” His apology wasn’t entirely a lie, since he indeed hadn’t known. Which was odd to begin with. Knowing was part of the job. “I’m Zeev, but you probably already heard that.”

Politely, he offered his hand, noticing the hesitation but remaining steadfast, squeezing his hand lightly as their palms touched. Long, fine and slim fingers. He didn’t use them for work, or at least not straining work. They were soft and warm, unburdened. A writer perhaps? An artist? If he was a musician, he didn’t use them for chords. He didn’t strike him as a pianist, though. “But since you are here, can I offer you a drink? Are you hungry? I’m sure there’s still something left of the appetiser.” He guided him out of the room, feeling the stares of Nadja and Delilah, ignoring their disappointment intentionally. “How long are you living here already? You’re American, are you not? North or east? Most definitely not the south.”

Unable to sleep, the American looked up at the ceiling and heard the muffled bass echoing through the building. Despite being finished and given the current housing shortage, it consisted of mostly vacant apartments, apart from his own and that of his undoubtedly eccentric neighbor, who seemed to be throwing the fifth party of the week today. It was Friday. He would probably make it seven. That didn't bother Isaiah per se, even though the bass was undoubtedly audible, it wasn't so bloodcurdlingly loud that he would have automatically had to beat himself up every night. Tired and wide awake at the same time, he turned on his other side, looked out of the window and overlooked the flashing lights of the big city, which flashed far away from his apartment and reminded him that there was life out there somewhere. The audio-visual reminder of it was more what kept him awake. Made him feel melancholic. Maybe it was homesickness. Maybe it was loneliness.

Almost four weeks ago, Isaiah had moved to London. He didn't know what had motivated him to leave America: the desire for European culture, left-hand traffic, the British accent, a change of scenery or perhaps the great wanderlust—the yearning to travel that gripped him from time to time and made him set off for new shores—were all factors that certainly played a role somewhere. However, the initial euphoria that one feels when moving to a new city eventually ebbed away, social contacts failed to materialize during this time, as the new apartment complex was mainly empty so far (with the exception of his neighbor, whom he had only heard about but never seen), more tenants would not arrive until the end of the year, and some apartments were bought up by corporations in order to offer employees from elsewhere a nice place to stay. A nice benefit, no doubt, but housing for those who might need it was out of reach. Isaiah's prospects of getting along had diminished considerably as a result, too. He tossed and turned again, looking into the darkness of his apartment as he heard laughter from upstairs.

The apartment was far from being a home. The blonde had come to London with just one suitcase, a few items of clothing, his only pair of sneakers, a photo of his family and a few small trinkets, which in principle could contribute to the character of an apartment, but simply got lost in their infinitesimal quantity. So he slept in a bed that didn't feel like his, in an apartment that wasn't his home, surrounded by bass that constantly reminded him: you're not part of this. The first few evenings he had sat alone in front of the TV, seeking solace on Reddit and reading about people who felt the same. Alienated from the rest of the world—and above all from himself. The blonde couldn't even imagine what it would be like if a language barrier were added to the mix. His involuntary loneliness, the lack of visual and mental impressions, which he desperately wanted to gather but simply couldn't find the opportunity to do so, had a negative effect on his work and he found it difficult to find inspiration, eloquence or simply motivation for his scripts. He lacked the life that had to be out there somewhere. The life he was currently turning his back on.

A brunette man in his late 20s or early 30s opened the door and leaned almost lasciviously into the doorframe, examining Isaiah from top to bottom-not that there was much to discover in the fashionably progressive selection of dark jeans, white shirt and that particular pair of sneakers-and smiled invitingly at him. “Hi, I'm your neighbor... I just wanted to-” the American began, but paused when his counterpart dropped that smile and raised both of his hands. “Oh, I'm not living here... Any complaints should go to the host and the host alone,” he smiled and took a step to the side, a rather non-verbal and unmistakable invitation for Isaiah to enter. Complaining to the host wasn't really his intention, he wanted to introduce himself (and in the same breath had worked up the courage to do so at the minibar in his apartment) and ask what the daily parties were all about (maybe he was doing a social study) or get into conversation in some other way. Whatever.

“Oh, I think you're looking for Zeev,” the redhead across from him smiled. With her green eyes and warm smile, she somehow reminded him of his mom when she was younger. The feeling of homesickness welled up in him again, accompanied by worry and uncertainty as to whether all this had really been the right move. The woman was the seventh person he had asked and the first to give him an answer to his question. It was as if most of the people here didn't even know the host. @sonnenreich, as Isaiah had now learned. His female informant had stood by him and put an arm around his waist, coming close to his ear so that he could understand her better. At the same time, Isaiah couldn't shake the feeling that the whole party had a strangely sexually charged atmosphere. Had he walked straight into a swingers party without realizing it? All the other guests looked incredibly chic, everything seemed terribly exclusive and, above all, expensive. Most likely this was actually a swingers' party, only thrown by a nouveau riche millionaire, and Isaiah was crashing his party, not only visually but also behaviorally. Oh God, he thought, what a terrible first impression.

Delilah, as she had later introduced herself, smiled wider and disengaged her ear from the door to the room where this ominous Zeev was apparently staying. “He's busy right now,” she began and Isaiah blushed, noticeably, which was why he lowered his gaze, not even wondering about his terrible timing. What was he supposed to say about how he'd met his neighbor?

'Oh no, mom, I went to this multimillionaire's swingers party, all guests super beautiful and probably pretty successful people. And when I finally found him, I found the perfect moment to introduce myself—he was just doing it with someone. The perfect opportunity to say, 'Hi, I'm Isaiah, your neighbor. Nice apartment, by the way.'

Delilah took a few steps towards Isaiah and smiled sweetly up at him, stroking his chest, and the blonde took a few steps back until he bumped into a wall and smiled both apologetically and awkwardly, stroking his hair, his gaze anywhere but at the redhead. Why had he made the comparison to his mother of all people? “What do you want from him?” she had asked him and Isaiah didn't quite understand the question. Was this event perhaps more of a sugar daddy/sugar baby thing after all? “I wanted to introduce myself and say 'Hi',” he answered truthfully, looking relieved at the door that opened and then at a young blonde who came out of the room. She smiled happily, relieved somehow, and Isaiah didn't quite know if he should really be in this room now or if it might be better to come back at another time. Delilah apparently took the decision off his hands and went with him to the bedroom, as it turned out later, which Isaiah examined, as they entered; Zeev's apartment was a different layout to his own, it was bigger and he couldn't imagine what he was paying for it. “Hey Zeev,” Delilah had greeted the blonde man across the room, letting go of Isaiah's hand. Sitting down on the couch, she smiled sweetly at him, stroking his chest lightly and smiling even wider when he looked at her. That's when she moved a little closer. “There's someone who wants to introduce himself to you.” Her gaze went to the uninvited guest and Isaiah looked at the stranger, studying his eyes, his features, the confident, inviting yet elegant pose in which he sat on the opulent couch, then the way he looked at Delilah—and finally the way they both looked at him. Feeling caught by surprise, he forced a smile and rose a hand.

“Hi, I'm Isaiah, I'm your neighbor and—I just wanted to introduce myself, it's a pleasure... I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself earlier, we just– never met. I just wanted to say 'Hi'...” You already said that, Isaiah. “Yeah... I'll see myself out. I just wanted to-” Introduce yourself? Because you said that already, Isaiah. Twice. “Introduce myself. I like your apartment. It's— spacious.”

#*✹˰ ʾ answers . ʿ but you need your rotten heart; your dazzling pain like diamond rings.#hochmvt #( i'm sorry for the length )#( still not the longest thing I know but hey ;)) )#( this au already drives me crazy )

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khajiithascakes · 2 years ago

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if I were a marine flatworm and you were something bright…

we’d be tiny, vulnerable things (millimeters, seconds, an aborted dream long).

just blink-and-you’d-miss-us scraps of color rippling through hundreds of thousands of miles of shifting sea.

these tiny eyespots can’t see much (light from shadow, and there’s plenty of shadows way down here).

if I were a marine flatworm and you were something bright…

I could spot you anywhere (the darkness makes every bright spot precious).

forgive me if I peer at your light.

if I ripple and curl in on myself instead of orbiting your glow.

my eyespots aren’t used to bright things (you are worth evolving for).

darling, even way down here, you shine.

#patchouli-dreams-forever #poetry on three hours of sleep

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odoroussavourssweet · 2 years ago

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Niki de Saint Phalle EDT

notes: artemisia, green notes, mint, bergamot, peach; carnation, patchouli, orris, rose, cedar, jasmine, ylang-ylang; oakmoss, leather, sandalwood, musk, amber

I’ve finally found my Forever Perfume; the first scent since I got into perfume that I sprung for a full-sized bottle of and wear near-daily.

Niki de Saint Phalle (from 1982) is the ultimate dark-green witchy chypre. It’s a jolt of sharp galbanum and bitter-herbal, emerald-green wormwood up top, with a slug of grimy oakmoss and solid, reassuring leather beneath, and oodles of animalics and patchouli in the middle.

A few hours in when all the green glow has burned off, the dark leather-carnation-oakmoss base gets pleasantly creamy-soft from the peach and iris, but never goes sweet. It’s just comfortable against the skin.

The whole genre of dark woody chypres is catnip to me, but none of them is quite as on-the-nose what I want. Some (Paloma Picasso, Knowing) are too floral and missing the sharp green top; Magie Noire is too transparent and not skanky enough; Aromatics Elixir is beautiful but rather gloomy; Bandit is a bit plain; Mystere is a bit too dry. Maai is a beautiful contemporary black-green chypre but far too expensive for me to get a full bottle.

Niki de Saint Phalle, though. The wicked, brainy brew of my dreams. Atavistic yet elegant.

#perfume #fragrance

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sourkitsch · 2 years ago

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Introducing myself a little more with a bunch of fun facts!

Tagged by @emiliosandozsequence ! Thank you sorry this took me forever

I’m Ashkenazi on my fathers side & a mix of a lot of things on my moms!

One of my great grandfathers on my mom’s side was a murderer (for real this is not a joke), and my family on my father’s side fled Russian pogroms and came to America in the late 1890s. I’m trying to learn more about them, but I know they came through Ellis Island and our last name before immigration. It’s a bit hard to trace but I think we came here on the SS Cymric! Then … some mystery event happened and my great great grandparents died & their son ended up in an orphanage in Brooklyn (possibly the Hebrew Orphan Asylum? Again research is ongoing & I was never given names when I learned about this as a kid). Anyway then things sucked a bunch & everyone had awful lives and were generally unhappy. A side affect of this is that I am slightly obnoxious about how much I love New York it’s definitely like 50% a cultural heritage thing

My favorite museum in the whole wide world is the American Museum of Natural History. I used to want to be a zoologist as a kid and I went there a lot !! As I grew up & wanted to do art I spent a lot a lot a lot of time drawing the dioramas. My favorite thing there is the blue whale I used to lay under it all the time :)

I’ve actually never been in an art history survey class until now. I went to a weird school before I transferred that only offered specialized art history classes like Dada & Surrealism and Minimalism & Aesthetics. Literally all my knowledge is from independent research & I’m taking a course rn to fill in the gaps bc I haven’t cared to learn about Impressionism before now.

I live like 15 minutes from the beach!! I go there to read or when I’m not feeling too well. Seaside for my health :) I actually lived near the beach when I was a baby too

My favorite book is Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk. Surprising everyone Frankenstein is only my 2nd favorite!

I really like puzzle + mystery games!! Gamer girl. I’m joking I forgot I had switch for like a year and a half and only recently played on it again. But I like logical thinking and testing myself like that!!

Tigers are my favorite animal hands down and have been since I was a kid! I have 16 tiger stuffed animals including a huge one that was like 75 bucks at target that I got the first time I was severely sick away at college to make me feel better.

I love perfume. smells <3 (my fav notes are patchouli, vanilla, and musk)

I played the piano when I was growing up, but I’ve always wanted to learn the theremin! I saw one for the first time at a museum when I was like 12 and fell in love with them. I listen to Clara Rockmore when I study lmao. They’re really expensive and I don’t have the time to learn, so it remains a dream for future me.

Tagging: @iloveyoumorethangod @shambolicneutral @californiaquail @woundthatswallows @letitbeafairytalethen @blood-and-breath @leatherdaddyteach :) no pressure tho!!

#this took forever I’ve been so busy and also I feel like I’m the most boring person alive

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gaypiratebrainrot · 2 years ago

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tagged by @epersonae :)

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. no skipping!

ok this is from my mega multi-year dance/movement playlist which you can find here

1. Don’t Leave Me This Way by Thelma Houston 2. Give Up The Funk by Parliment 3. Good Vibrations by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch 4. Serra Pelada by Philip Glass 5. Pep Talk by Too Many Zooz 6. Autobahn by LaBrassBanda 7. Anaconda by Nicki Minaj 8. Home Alone by Ansel Elgort 9. Jungle Boogie by Kool & The Gang 10. Proud Mary by Ike and Tina Turner

a pretty good cross section of a playlist filled with bops

tagging @androkitty, @brigdh, @chaotic-neutral-knitter, @fakestgeekboy, @ghostalservice, @mia-ugly, @nailgun-nali, @ofmd-alsaurus, @patchouli-dreams-forever, @bonesofyourheart (if you feel like it--sorry if you’ve already been tagged! <3)

#music

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lin-nin · 4 years ago

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Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 10

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot: You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer: Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer: Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

Chapter 10: Wedding Plans

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Your first night at the new kingdom was rough. You laid in your bed for hours, your blanket pulled to your chin. You wanted nothing more to sleep- it sounded like a blessing at the moment. It didn’t come easy, and you eventually moved to look out the window instead. The blanket hung around your shoulders as you did, a quiet sigh spilling from your lips. The view outside felt completely different at night, the soft glow of the moon spilling over the land. In the surrounding city you could make out the warm glow from the lamps. It was surreal, feeling so much more different than your home.

You pondered about what your life here would entail. Techno hadn’t really said too much. You figured you would be told as the days went on what to expect. You figured most of your time as of current would be dedicated to preparation for the wedding. Maybe even some training, if Techno found time to do so. You didn’t know what his duties would entail, and how similar they would be to George’s. You’d adjust inevitably. Exhaustion was weighing heavy on you, your gaze once more shifting to the bed longingly. You weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to fall asleep just yet. You pondered going to the library, but decided against it. That was on the other side of the castle. You didn’t have the confidence to go alone at night, either. Beyond Techno and his brothers, you didn’t know who to trust.

So, with a defeated sigh, you trudged back to the bed and wrapped the blanket tight around you. Might as well try to sleep. Absorbing yourself into your thoughts would only lead to exhaustion tomorrow. Which wasn’t what you really wanted. You knew tomorrow would inevitably be busy. The wedding had been mentioned multiple times, you knew there needed to be planning for that.

It felt like you had only blinked, head full of thoughts of the wedding, when you were cracking your eyes open. Light spilled into the room through the window you had gazed out of earlier, making you sigh. Breakfast. The thought made your stomach turn a little. This would be your first proper introduction to the court. Sure you knew plenty of people, but you had managed to evade dinner last night due to the tour. You couldn’t as easily escape the obligation of breakfast. If you did, your body would make you pay dearly later. Besides, you couldn’t avoid it forever.

You peeled yourself out of bed, wandering towards the closet. You wanted to make a good impression on everyone, without being so horribly overstated. You freted, before settling on one of your simpler dresses. You set it aside, thumbing through your jewelry for something to wear. You briefly ran your thumb over the necklace Dream had given you, marveling it. It was almost tempting to wear it, to have that comfort and security you had always felt with the blonde. Yet you decided against it, choosing something less understated that your mother had given you on one of your birthdays.

Once satisfied with the choice in clothes, you stole away to the bathroom. It had been a couple of days since you last bathed, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt. You did skeptically eye the full bath, trying to guess when servants had slipped into your room to fill it. No matter. Steam rolled along the surface of it, and you couldn’t help but sigh as you slid into it. It worked rather quickly to relax your muscles and nerves. You definitely needed that. You eyed the small shelf by the tub, picking up a few of the bottles to smell them.

One smelled of vanilla, which you deeply considered. The other you smelled carried the scent of rose and lemon, a scent you easily recognized. It was hardly different from the one you used at home, which you had forgotten to bring. The only thing that seemed to be missing was the base note of patchouli, and you did miss the earthiness just a touch. All the same, you were content that this was here, wherever it came from. You quickly used the bottle to help freshen yourself up. A quick run over with a damp cloth ensured you were rid of any dirt. As the water began to cool, you finally pulled yourself up and out of the tub to dress.

You lingered in the room, fingers running over your dress a few times. Nervously. You really didn’t want to walk into the dining hall alone. As if to answer your silent pleas, there was a knock on your door that you quickly answered. Techno stood on the other end, peering down at you through his glasses. You offered a soft smile, trying to hide your nerves.

“I figured I should walk with you to breakfast. Since we missed dinner and all,” He explained, but you only nodded. You stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you did so.

“Right, sorry about that, still. I appreciate you walking with me.” Your hands once more smoothed down over your dress, almost fussing on if your appearance was perfect. Who all would be there? Perhaps just a few other nobles, maybe the King’s advisors. It shouldn’t be too big, should it?

“Making things seem distant between us would only give people reason to dislike you.” The words only served to make you shudder, a frown on your face. You easily recalled Philza’s words of the advisor, the thought causing your stomach to turn. This was going to be a rough breakfast, you already knew.

“Right. Some people aren’t exactly excited about this. That’s fine. I’m prepared for that,” You muttered in an attempt to reassure yourself. Techno reached up, giving a reassuring pat against your back.

“They’re harmless. It doesn’t matter what they think,” Techno muttered as the pair of you descended the stairs. You sighed but nodded. He was right, honestly. It wasn’t like the king hated you, and the rest of the royal family seemed to at least not hate you. So long as they didn’t hate you, you hoped you could stomach the rest. From down the hall you could already hear Tommy making a fuss, causing you to smile. That helped ease your nerves. It was a different environment than you were used to.

You glanced at the table as you walked in, relieved by the familiar faces around the table. Techno moved towards his father, pausing to pull out one of the empty chairs and motioning you into it. Your eyes scanned the few unfamiliar faces as you sat down, trying to ease your anxiety.

“Mornin’ Techno! Mornin’ Techno’s wife!” Tommy called as Techno sat between you and his father, causing the pink-headed prince to glance at his brother.

“She’s not my wife yet, Tommy,” he simply clarified, sounding far from amused.

“How’d you sleep, kiddo?” Philza detracted the attention from his rambunctious nephew, offering you a smile. You relaxed a little, appreciating the older man’s words.

“I slept alright,” You murmured, offering a feeble smile. You hadn’t slept great, or all that much, and you had a feeling it showed on your face.

“It’s a new place, that’s always rough. I’m sure it’ll get better soon.” You could only nod at his words, thankful for the reassurance. He was nice, and truthfully you enjoyed that about him. He felt very much fatherly. Techno slid a cup in front of you, steam billowing from it. You smiled thankfully, offering a quiet thank you as you picked it up. Tea was definitely acceptable this early in the morning, especially as a slight chill clung to the castle.

The man sat beside Philza cleared his throat, offering a gentle smile. Your attention quickly turned to him, brow furrowing a little. He wasn’t someone you recognized- definitely didn’t meet him yesterday. “A pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Eret- cousin to those three.” He motioned to the prince’s as he talked, and you nodded slightly.

“Nice to meet you. Techno never mentioned having a cousin.” You set down the cup in your hands, glancing at Techno briefly. He furrowed his brow, a soft ‘heh?’ leaving him.

“He likes to forget about him.” Wilbur spoke up, causing Tommy to laugh. You sighed, shaking your head with a small laugh.

“I don’t know how! Eret’s been here since he was little,” Tommy spoke between laughter, making your gaze turn back to the brunette across from you. He seemed almost embarrassed, shrugging.

“I’m sure Techno had a lot on his mind whenever he spoke of the kingdom, there’s a lot of people to remember here.” Eret didn’t seem too bothered by the lapse of information, and you shrugged.

“He mentioned Tubbo, though. Is he forgetful enough to mention a family friend as opposed to his actual family?” You teased, throwing a sly grin at Techno. It was easy to slip into this with the egging on of his brothers.

“Oh- Did he really? I mean, I practically did grow up with Tommy,” Tubbo asked, head popping up.

“You’re like a little brother to us, Tubbo. You were always there, Eret didn’t come to the kingdom until Techno was almost seven, remember?” Wilbur pushed, and the brunette seemed to purse his lips in thought.

“Not well, no. We love Eret anyways!” The man between Eret and Tubbo scoffed, a hand holding his head. Tired brown eyes stared at his plate, a glass bottle in hand. He looked rough, stubble lining his jaw and brown locks falling into his eyes. You eyed the brown liquid within the bottle as silence fell over the table.

“That’s Schlatt, the advisor Philza spoke of yesterday,” Techno’s voice came quietly against your ear, making you jump in surprise. When the hell had he gotten there? Your attention quickly turned back to the man as he took a drink from the bottle. Was that alcohol?

Physically, you could see the similarities between him and Tubbo, but that was about it. Even now, the younger brunette seemed largely uncomfortable next to him. It made your chest pang, wondering what all had happened to cause the rift in their relationship.

Schlatt stood up with a grunt, sloppily pushing in his chair. “Come on, Tubbo. We’ve got work to do,” Schlatt called. There was a drawl in his voice that made you rather uncomfortable. You didn’t like him, and you had a feeling it was similar to the way the princes felt towards him.

Tubbo looked down to his plate, seemingly steeling himself. “Yes, Schlatt,” he muttered softly. What had Schlatt done that had made the brunette become so quiet? You didn’t like it one bit. Before Tubbo could even move to follow his father, you spoke out.

“Actually, I was hoping I could borrow Tubbo for today!” Tubbo’s head snapped up at that, eyes wide. You blinked, not even sure what you were saying. Schlatt stopped his walk, bottle hanging from his hand as he turned to look at you. Perhaps glare was a better word? You swallowed, steeling yourself as you continued, “I’d really appreciate his input on the wedding plans.”

“The wedding,” Schlatt sneered, eyes narrowed. His gaze moved from you, to Techno, then to his son. “Whatever, take the bastard for the ridiculous wedding. Like I give a damn.” With his words, he took a swig from the bottle before sauntering out of the dining hall. With his leave, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate.

A relieved sigh escaped Tubbo’s lips as he slumped in his seat, closing his eyes. “Thank you so much,” He mumbled into his hands. You sighed, shaking your head a little. Not exactly what you had expected, but you’d take it.

“I hate that he keeps calling you that,” Tommy grumbled, while Wilbur just patted his shoulder.

“It gets him away from Schlatt for today, so what’s it matter?” Wilbur offered with a shrug. Tommy just continued to grumble under his breath while Tubbo offered a weak smile.

“You don’t actually have to help with the wedding. I just didn’t feel right leaving you to go with him.” You brushed it off with a smile. It was true, though. You truly didn’t want to send Tubbo off with Schlatt. The man gave off a bad vibe you didn’t like in the slightest. So, coming up with an excuse seemed the most feasible. The king sighed and shook his head, otherwise staying quiet. You had a feeling this wasn’t too different from a normal morning.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind helping! If everyone doesn’t mind,” Tubbo sheepishly chimed, moving to rub the nape of his neck. Tommy groaned dramatically, slouching in his chair.

“Tubbo, come on. You’re gonna make us do stupid wedding planning all day? With Eret and Wilbur and Techno? At one time?” You snickered a little as he complained, head shaking. Wilbur smacked him in the back of his head in response to his dramatics.

“Your opinion doesn’t count, Tommy.” His voice was so plain, even as the young blonde whined and rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ll show you what does count! I swear, I’ll beat you so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name!” He shoved at his brother, and you shook your head.

“I don’t mind if you tag along, Tubbo. I’m sure the input will be appreciated,” You spoke over the ruckus of Wilbur and Tommy as the two pushed at each other. The words seemed to make Tubbo glow with excitement, almost as if the whole thing with Schlatt hadn’t ever happened.

“Alright, boys, go outside before you break a plate or the table. Go on, do your fighting there.” Philza spoke from behind them, and your head popped up. He must have moved while you were focused on Tubbo. Tommy was stuck beneath Wilbur’s arm, the older yanking him around. Philza unceremoniously pulled out the chairs they sat on, forcing them apart as he shooed them away. He looked exasperated, but fond of their antics all the same.

“I’ll judge!” Tubbo called, standing up hurriedly. He gave a brief, sloppy bow towards the king before running after the two princes.

“Is it like this every morning?” You sat down your utensils, reclining in your seat.

“Not every morning, but a lot of them. It wasn’t always this way,” Eret shook his head but smiled. You turned to Techno, where he stared towards the door with an affectionate look in his eyes. It was almost sweet, seeing the way he gazed after the rambunctious trio.

“It only started to get like that a few years ago. Not quite becoming of princes, but they don’t seem in a rush to behave like royalty.” Techno’s voice had the same fondness his gaze did, and you hummed in acknowledgement as you sipped the last of your tea, cradling the cup close.

“Not anymore, at least. We should go and start doing some planning ourselves,” Philza muttered, turning towards the king. The man nodded, slowly rising from his seat.

“Please see to it your brothers don’t destroy anything this time, Technoblade.” He gave him a pointed look, making him sigh and nod. The king walked away, Philza tailing behind him. Leaving you, Techno, and Eret sitting.

“Well, let’s get started? There’s no telling how long it’ll take. Especially since Wilbur is currently in the process of fighting Tommy.” Eret shook his head as he spoke. You nodded, moving to stand. A hand entered your vision before you could even get to your feet. You shook your head, unable to help a laugh.

“Should I get used to you not letting me get out of my seat on my own?” You managed a lighthearted jab at him as you took his hand, allowing him to gently pull you up.

“Yes.” The way he said it was so flat and monotone, you couldn’t stop the laugh bursting from your lips. You just shook your head, giving a lopsided grin.

“Thank you, Techno. Wanting to teach me to fight but not letting me get out of a chair without hovering.” His lips pursed at that, eyebrows furrowing. Like he saw nothing wrong with it. Not that there truly was, it just seemed almost contradictory. Eret even seemed equally amused, though he didn’t poke at his cousin the way you did.

“I’ll go ahead and get the boys before they destroy each other. I’ll meet you in the ballroom with them.” Techno gently pushed you towards his cousin, before striding off in front of you. You shrugged, walking alongside Eret towards the ballroom.

“It’s gonna be an interesting day, isn’t it?” You questioned, glancing up at Eret. Of course he was tall. It really did run in the family.

“Most likely, yes. They’re never quiet, and Tommy gets antsy quick,” Eret said with a laugh, making you smile. You didn’t think you would mind too much if it made it lively. It would take care of the uneasiness you felt regarding the wedding. A relief to the tension you had a feeling might form if it were just you and Techno.

“You didn’t always live here at the castle?” You broached the silence that had spread over the pair of you, and he hummed a little.

“No. I came around the time I was eight. Their mother was my aunt, and some things happened with my parents. Philza ended up adopting me, so I’m just a cousin on their other side now,” He chuckled, and you nodded. That made some sense. It just seemed the castle was hardly lacking in boys to run the place.

“I see. I imagine that keeps it rather busy here.” You shook your head, following as Eret opened the door to the ballroom.

“Very. Right! This is where the majority of the wedding will be held. The celebrations, namely. The formal ceremony will be held in the gardens, we’ll go through those in a little bit.” Eret clapped his hands together, leading you through the ballroom. He pointed to various spots, explaining the plans he had for the celebrations. You would nod along, pitching in your own opinions when you felt it necessary.

“I think you should go to the brothel and get some women,” A new voice chimed in from near the veranda, making you jump.

“I like the way you think, Big Q! It’s not a party without some women!” Tommy responded, and you turned towards the voices. You blinked at the new person standing among the princes, a lopsided grin on his face. His black hair was splayed messily on his head, smudges of dirt along his face. You had a feeling he had been messing with the other, who also had dirt on their faces and bodies. What a mess. Tubbo and Tommy even seemed to have a few forming bruises on their arms, Tommy’s hidden by the same green bandana he had worn in the portrait you saw in the dining hall.

“I don’t think the princess is fond of the idea of there being whores at her wedding, Quackity,” Wilbur piped up upon seeing your rather deadpan face. The expression was similarly mimicked by Techno, who stood behind the four of them.

“Princess? Oh- shit!” Quackity did a double take, before giving a hurried bow. Seemingly remembering exactly who he was talking to. Amusement at the almost embarrassed look on his face caused your lips to twitch up into a smile.

“Right. Yes. I would prefer there to not be women from the brothel at my wedding, Quackity.” You tested his name out carefully, and he slowly stood up from his bow. Tommy snickered from behind him, failing to hide his amusement at the fool he seemingly made for himself. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing softly.

“I would also prefer to keep it that way,” Techno said as he stepped around the group, back towards you. He stood on your other side, leaving you in the middle of the two men. Which made you feel incredibly small.

“You two are so boring, what’s the fun without women?” Tommy groaned, trailing behind Wilbur and Tubbo as they wandered over as well.

“You’ll have fun anyways, Tommy. You always manage.” Tubbo barely looked at his friend, eagerly listening to Eret as he went over what he had been telling you once more. The group gathered around you, but you hardly minded right now.

“I was thinking, Tubbo and I could do some of the music. We’ll have other musicians too, but I think it’d be nice to be able to play. It’s not every day your little brother gets married,” Wilbur talked, grinning over to Techno. Techno huffed, head shaking as the older affectionately threw out the term.

“Oh, that’d be wonderful!” You lit up with a smile, fully on board with the idea. Wilbur smiled back, seemingly fond of your approval.

“And,” he started, his grin turning almost mischievous, “I think it would be even better if our groom here plays a piece himself. You do play violin after all, Techno.” The words made your hopeful gaze turn towards Techno. He looked almost neutral, though his eyebrows were furrowed and a faint flush painted his cheeks.

“Well, I-” He grumbled, looking down to you and your soft smile. He gave an almost frustrated sigh, looking away. “Fine. I’ll play something.” He huffed a little.

“Perfect! So we’ve got rough plans for the ballroom decorations and the music.” You clapped your hands together, grinning.

“What the hell, Techno? You never play for anyone!” Tommy whined, eyes wide as he looked between you and him.

“It is his wedding, Tommy. It’s only fitting he plays,” Tubbo defended. Tommy, Tubbo, and Quackity bickered about Techno’s playing as Eret led that large group towards the veranda. Techno held your hand as you went down the stairs. Tommy made a mocking gag sound, and Quackity simply imitated Techno, holding his hand out for Tommy.

“Quackity, stop it, I’m not holding your hand,” Tommy complained, nose wrinkling. You shook your head, eyes rolling. They really were like children.

You peered at the flowers as you walked to the gardens, looking for any you recognized. Eret spoke about the plans, and you absently nodded along. At least until he showed you where the ceremony would be held. “Here?” You murmured curiously, looking at the flowers. Your fingers ran over the petals, trying to note the flowers you did see. The easiest to identify was the roses- why was it always roses? Red bled into the white from the edges, and you smiled just slightly. They were pretty, most of the ones back home were either red, white, or yellow. Rarely hybrids. The only time you received a hybrid of one was from dream, but they were never red and white. Always red and yellow.

Curled near the roses stood a plant with broad green leaves and occasional clumps of pink flowers. It was faintly familiar, and you struggled to place it. You remembered Dream stating that they weren’t the best flower, trying his best to remove it from the gardens. You had no idea why, though, as it seemed to be doing just fine here. A hand grabbed yours as you went to run your fingers along the leaves, tugging it away.

“Careful,” Techno mumbled. He dropped your hand, lifting the leaves carefully. Behind them was a thick branch, coated in thorns. You had barely noticed them, stretching out about an inch. You had been so focused on the flowers.

“Thank you,” you murmured, turning back towards Eret with a soft smile. “This’ll do wonderful. What’s next?”

“That’s most of the basic stuff for decoration at the moment. I think Nihachu wanted to discuss catering? I have to get some stuff together for your dress, but I can come find you when I have,” Eret explained. You nodded, seemingly content with the idea.

“Do we have to come along?” Tommy groaned loudly, clearly growing bored with all of the proceedings. You laughed, head shaking.

“You never had to, Tommy. I think the only people obligated are Techno and I.” You shrugged, letting the group move back towards the castle.

“Come on then, Tubbo. Let’s get out of here, this is so damn boring.” The brunette looked towards you as if for confirmation, and you simply waved your hand. You didn’t expect them to truly tag along for too long. Especially Tommy, he didn’t seem the patient type to deal with planning.

“I’ll come check in later!” Tubbo tried to offer as Tommy, and Quackity, practically dragged him off. For what, you had no idea, but you didn’t want to ask questions. This thinned out the large group, allowing you to let out a soft breath. It was less crowded, which you definitely appreciated.

“Nihachu said she’d be in the dining hall with some samples of food for you to try,” Wilbur spoke, pausing at the top of the veranda. He watched Techno help you up, Eret slipping away from the three of you to go do what he needed.

“Sounds good with me,” You hummed. This might be one of the longer parts of the day, but you didn’t mind. Food was important, especially for a wedding. Even if it was stunning with beautiful music, you knew it would feel empty without proper food. As most celebrations would. Inside the dining hall was the same woman Wilbur was with the day prior, fussing over various plates on the table.

“Nihachu!” Wilbur called, causing the blonde to look up. She grinned up at him, practically bounding over to him to give him a hug.

“Staying to taste the food?” She asked, focusing on him for a few moments.

“I’d never miss an excuse to eat it outside of meals.” He ruffled her hair, making her wrinkle her nose. She turned towards you and Techno, grin softening to a smile as she curtseyed slightly.

“I’m Nihachu, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” She greeted warmly. You couldn’t help but return the smile, almost relieved to see another woman among the boys you seemed constantly surrounded by.

“You too. It’s a blessing to have someone who isn’t a prince to deal with.”

“Hey!” Wilbur gasped in offense, echoed by Techno’s quiet ‘Heh?’ of confusion. Nihachu only laughed, covering her mouth with a hand.

“Come on, there’s lots to try and discuss. Everything can be mixed and matched, as well. We have plenty of time between now and the wedding to refine everything.” She motioned the three of you towards the table, pointing to various dishes and explaining them to you. Some of them were unbelievably good, and you made sure to point that out. She seemed pleased with the praise each time, making note to include whatever you praised into the catering.

As she pointed to one of the dishes, you noted the ring on her finger, piquing your interest. “Are you married?” You asked without much thought, motioning to the simple band. Nihachu glanced to the ring, cheeks reddening slightly.

“Oh-! No, not yet, at least. It’s a ring my girlfriend gave me to promise she only had good intentions,” She murmured in embarrassment. Wilbur laughed beside her, trying and failing to hide the fact. She pushed at him slightly, trying to bring the focus back to the food instead.

After a couple of hours of tasting and discussing, it was finally finished. She seemed content with the feedback, promising she would make sure everything was perfect. She actually seemed quite ecstatic to have the job she did. She simply took the paper she made her notes on, running off towards the kitchens once more.

“Right, all that’s left is the dress. Eret is setting up in one of the spare rooms,” Wilbur informed, motioning towards the exit. “I’m going to help Nihachu clear this.” You looked on in amusement as Wilbur began picking up plates, finding it hilarious that a prince was taking care of dirty dishes. All the same, you didn’t say anything and left the room with Techno. He was quiet as he led you towards the spare rooms, eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you need me to help with the dress?” He murmured, not exactly looking at you as he hovered outside the door. You blinked a little, processing the information. He didn’t want to help? Then you realized you were probably getting measurements taken, and who knew what else. Was he too embarrassed to help?

“I should be fine. Why don’t you go talk to your father about getting Tubbo a room here? Get him away from Schlatt,” you offered an alternative with a smile. A look of relief flooded his eyes, and he nodded.

“I’ll come get you in a while,” He informed, watching as you slid into the room. Eret smiled at you from where he was hovering over various fabrics, motioning you towards the middle of the room.

“I see everyone decided to abandon you,” he joked, picking up a strip of paper and walking towards you. All too familiar with the process that was about to happen, you lifted your arms. Eret took the paper, placing it against your arm and marking it.

“Wilbur decided to stick with Nihachu, and Techno really was trying to find a reason to not come in here,” You laughed, watching as Eret moved around, taking various measurements and marking them onto the strip he was using.

“That sounds like him. You send him off?” He leaned down, wrapping the strip around your waist snuggly.

“Told him to talk to his father about getting Tubbo one of the spare rooms in the castle, the boys mentioned it yesterday and I see why.”

“Schlatt is questionable at best. It would do Tubbo good to get away from him. I need to measure your legs,” He murmured, eyebrows furrowing. His cheeks painted pink, and he seemed to have only just realized what it entailed.

“It’s just measurements, Eret. It’s not scandalous,” you muttered reassuringly. You shifted the skirts of your dress as needed. Eret fell silent, seemingly embarrassed as he crouched in front of you to do the needed measurements on your legs. You tried your best to not laugh at how flustered he seemed, keeping any comments to yourself.

“Right, okay,” he cleared his throat, standing up and walking back towards the fabrics. You followed, peering over his shoulder. “Is this everything you were hoping for?”

“It’s… not, no. I never really planned to have a wedding with the prince of another kingdom, let alone one who was to become king. I thought I’d marry a noble in my own kingdom and live out my life there,” You explained. Eret picked up one of the white fabrics, holding it against your body and examining it. For what, exactly, you weren’t sure. Still, you let him do as he needed.

“That makes sense. Are you disappointed with this, though?” He seemed to want to talk, but you weren’t entirely against it. Not many people had cared to ask you how you felt about this whole thing.

“No, not at all. It presents options I was never granted back home.” Eret held up a delicate lace, layering it over a fabric to hold against you.

“Good. Hopefully everything turns out as you want it to. I think that should be all now? There’s not too much to be done until the dress is actually made,” He murmured, setting the fabrics down.

“Perfect, just call on me whenever you need me to check in or anything.” You beamed, only glancing at the fabrics as he continued to shift through them. You truly trusted him on whatever he was deciding to make. Everyone here seemed competent enough, though it made you feel a little useless. You supposed all you could do truly was offer feedback, which they seemed content with.

Techno was leaned against a wall outside the room, glancing up when you opened the door. You smiled at him, and he simply pushed off the wall, motioning towards where your rooms were. “Get changed, put on pants,” He said flatly, making you arch an eyebrow at him.

“What for, exactly?” You questioned, following him all the same.

“Unless you want to learn to fight in a dress.” He glanced at you, eyebrows raised in question. Your stomach flipped in excitement, and you desperately suppressed the urge to run to your room.

“I think pants would be better for that,” you laughed, nerves leaking through the sound. Finally, you were going to learn to fight. Next Chapter | >

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honey-andtea1889 · 4 years ago

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Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Spice

AN: Hi babies! So I am obsessed with Fall and I want to do this with someone eventually because I’m v lonely and want to express my hopeless romantic side to literally everyone on the Internet lol and I chose the song because this is literally one of my favorite songs ever and I feel like it fits so well with this!! Please request things my lovelies!

Summary: Matthew just wants to spend his one day off with Y/N

Song: I Remember You by Seth MacFarlane

Warnings: Extreme fluff, like might make you puke glitter kinda fluff

Word Count: 1974 (kinda small but still)

October is one of Matthew’s favorite months. He loved the smell of the fresh fall air, the crunchy leaves under his feet, Halloween, and just the overall aesthetic of the season. He also enjoyed the cooler temperatures only because that meant more snuggles from his girl. It’s been hard recently due to filming movies and working on his new book, but you were so understanding of it all. That’s what Matthew adored about you.

You knew that with dating an actor, he’d be away filming movies or tv shows, doing what he loves. That’s what you admired about Matthew. He was so passionate about his work and took pride in everything he did. You were so proud of him and everything he accomplished. Not to say he wasn’t proud of you either. You had been attending college and you’ve been working so hard with your course work.

One of the props to days like this is that both you and Matthew had the day off together. You both had been working so hard and definitely deserved a break. It was also very rare that the two of you had days off together. Usually, it would alternate which made it hard to see each other throughout the day but you two always made time in the evening to catch up and talk about how the day went.

Matthew woke up to the warm feeling of the Fall sun beaming through the shared bedroom. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he turned over to you. A smile graced his face as he saw you asleep next to him. He ran his fingers over your cheek as he admired your features. He noticed how your mouth was slightly opened as you breathed in and out. Your hair was a messy due to tossing and turning, dreaming sweet dreams. The blankets covered you comfortably, making you look like a cute little burrito.

Matthew could feel his heart expand and he studied you. Your eyes soon flutter open to be met with his chocolate brown eyes. You smile and snuggle closer to him, feeling his body heat take over you.

“Good morning, Darling.” Matthew whispered, kissing your head.

“Good morning, my love.” You smiled.

You glanced up at the man you are so lucky to call your boyfriend and begin to play with his hair. He chuckles as you continue to tamper with the growing locks that you’ve come to adore oh so much.

You and Matthew have been dating for almost two years now, which was a huge accomplishment on your end because you weren’t really into the dating scene. He was actually the first person in a long time to have you even consider dating. It was almost love at first sight. the two of you have pretty much been inseparable since.

Matthew kissed your lips sweetly as you snuggled into his neck.

“So, what’re our plans today lovie? You choose.” You said as you ran your fingers up and down his chest.

Matthew sighed contently and thought about the one thing he’d want to do. His smile began to break through as he looked down at you with gleaming eyes. You raised an eyebrow as he bit into his lip.

“If you want my honest answer, I really just want to stay home with you. maybe we can bake up some stuff and watch a movie! We haven’t really had a day where we just stayed home and relaxed with each other, think we may be long overdue for that.” Matthew grinned.

You beamed at the idea.

He wasn’t wrong. The two of you never really had an at home day. Either you were at school or the library and Matthew was out doing actor stuff. It wasn’t easy and sometimes, it became very stressful on you both. An R&R (rest and relaxation) day is just what the Doctor ordered.

“Okay! Do you want breakfast?” You asked as you shot out of bed.

Matthew chuckled at your enthusiasm, moving over and planting his feet on the floor.

“That doesn’t sound bad. But if I can be frank, we do have pancakes and eggs often, can I make a new suggestion?” He asked.

“Of course baby, I never mind switching things up.” You winked.

Matthew smirked back at you as he stood up and stretched out his lanky limbs.

“How about Cinnamon Rolls? My mom could text me her recipe and we can make them ourselves!” he said as he made his way to you.

You giggled as you took his hand and led the way downstairs into your shared kitchen. You and Matthew have been living together for about three months now and you couldn’t be happier. He had asked while you were having lunch together at a little Bistro down the block from your college. Your heart had filled with so much love that you squealed in the middle of the small café, causing customers to stare at you two. Since then, you’ve made his snug little home into yours.

Matthew was awaiting the text from his mom while you began to make some pumpkin spice coffee. It was one of your favorite flavors, and with how the weather was, it only made sense to divulge into the sweet flavored coffee. Matthew chuckled at your choice of drink. He didn’t mind the flavor but it wasn’t his favorite. However, he knew how you felt about it, so he never even tried to poke fun at it.

“Ya know what movie you wanna watch?” He asked, looking up from his phone.

“I know it’s super corny, but The Nightmare Before Christmas. I haven’t seen it in a while.” You said as you finished making your coffee.

You took a sip of the warm liquid and sighed happily. Matthew smiled. His phone soon binged, signaling that his mother had responded with the recipe for her famous Cinnamon Rolls. Matthew handed the phone to you. You looked at the recipe and began to grab the ingredients. You began to follow the steps to create the delicious pastry. Matthew watched with attentive, loving eyes.

Matthew had been thinking about your futures together. He knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, he just wasn’t sure how or when he should do it. All of his friends pushed him to ask, hell even his older sister was wanting them to tie the damn knot. He just wasn't sure when was the right time.

You slipped the freshly twisted cinnamon rolls in the oven. You cleaned up a bit and went back to sipping your coffee.

“Do you think they’ll be as good as your mom’s?” You asked.

“Of course they will, darling. Your cooking is amazing!” Matthew boasted.

“Well thank you, lovie. I greatly appreciate it.” You smiled.

Matthew leaned over the counter and pecked your lips softly. You softly placed your hand on his cheek after he pulled away and studied his features. His deep brown eyes were something you could get lost in. He had the cutest little button nose, and his full lips were a dream that you so enjoyed on yours. In your eyes, he is the most perfect human, your perfect human.

“You know what we need? Some music!” You squealed.

You turned to your phone and searched for the song that you and Matthew immensely enjoyed. You typed in I Remember You sung by Seth Macfarlane. Matthew broke into a smile as the sweet song began to play through the speakers.

Was it in Tahiti? Were we on the Nile? Long, long ago Say an hour or so I recall that I saw your smile

You grinned as you slowly swayed to the song. The warm feeling took over you as the song continued.

I remember you You're the one who made My dreams come true A few kisses ago

Matthew made his way over to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and carefully taking your delicate hand in his. The two of you began to slow dance in your kitchen, the smell of cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice engulfing the both of you and the sound of Jazz music taking control of the sweet moment.

The song continued to play as you danced.

I remember you You're the one who said "I love you, too," I do Didn't you know?

I remember, too A distant bell And stars that fell like rain Out of the blue

You rested your head on Matthew’s shoulder, the smell of bergamot, mahogany, and patchouli taking over your sense. You loved the way he smelled. It was warm and welcoming. He kissed your head as he spun you around the tiled floor.

When my life is through And the angels ask me to recall The thrill of them all Then I shall tell them I remember you

�� Just as the song ended, the oven beeped for the cinnamon rolls, indicating that the pastries were done. You parted with Matthew, grabbing the oven mitt and pulling the cinnamon rolls out. As they cooled, you made the delicious frosting to top off the pastries. Once you were finished with it, you poured the frosting on the cinnamon rolls and quickly cleaned up. Matthew helped himself to one and moaned at the taste of it.

“Oh my god babe. These are amazing!” Matthew complimented as he took another bite.

You giggled and grabbed a cinnamon roll for yourself, taking a bite of the warm pastry.

“Come on, let’s get the movie started.” You perked, taking his hand and leading him to the living room.

Matthew grabbed the remote and got the movie started. The opening scene to the movie gave you goosebumps as you sang along. Matthew joined you, the two of you giggling once the song was over.

The final scene came quicker than you thought it would’ve. This scene topped every other in the movie. You were singing along with Jack and Sally, a smile breaking out on your face

My dearest friend, If you don't mind I'd like to join you by your side

Matthew quietly joined in as he watched you.

Where we could gaze into the stars And sit together now and forever For it is plain as anyone could see We're simply meant to be

The scene ended with the famous Jack and Sally kiss. You looked over to see Matthew staring at you with slight tears in his eyes.

“Lovie, what’s wrong?” You questioned, scooting closer to him.

“I love you so much Y/N. I really, really do. I didn’t think I’d be able to love anyone as much as I love you and I think today solidified my thoughts and feelings.” He gazed as you played with his hair.

Matthew then proceeded to get down on one knee and your breath got caught in your throat.

“Y/N, I don’t have a ring right now but today with dancing with you and just being with you, I know that I want days like this for the rest of my life. I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Matthew smiled as he sniffled.

Tears ran down your cheek as you nodded quickly. You kissed him passionately. Tears both staining your faces as you shared the kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes as he held yours hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t really plan this out all that well. I just couldn’t wait.” He whispered.

You sniffled and played with his hair.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled.

Matthew grinned and kissed you again.

From here on out, Matthew wasn’t your boyfriend, he was your fiancé.

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bambooslayer · 4 years ago

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Scent Headcanons

so my covid/quarantine experience has been marked mainly by two things: indie perfume and the magnus archives. to combine these two interests, I’ve decided to match the “scent vibes” of some magnus characters and the entities. scent headcanons I guess? if those weren’t a thing before they are now. scents that I’ve tried will be marked with a *.

The Institute Staff

Jon- Solstice Scents' Gibbon’s Boarding School: dusty wooden desks, paper, carefully hidden tobacco pouch, dying fire, dried leaves, leather chairs, autumn breeze

This scent really captures the “tired academic” aura of Jon, especially S1-S2. Not quite completely put together, but still surrounded by the scent of knowledge.

Martin- Stereoplasm's Lydia*: A uniquely transformative scent; opens with agrestic lavender and earl grey tea with snips of fresh fennel greens. A flood of soapy emerald green bubbles then rests softly into clean sunset musk.

Martin has a comforting, calming scent. He always, always smells like tea no matter what he wears or does. Hints of soap peak through as he tries to keep himself clean and put together, even if the world is about to end. The scent of someone who’s learned to pull himself together to be ready for everyone else.

Sasha- Alkemia's Old Books and Fresh Flowers*: Fresh neroli orange flowers and heliotrope blossoms pressed between the delicate paper pages of a leather-bound book

Boundless beauty and ancient knowledge in one scent. She’s always sorting through the archive’s resources and constantly smells like the ancient paper surrounding her.

Tim- alphamusk's Bardot*: Gorgeous badass goddess like musk that’s insanely irresistible. Notes of roses, woods, magnolias but all blended so effortlessly and meld together beautifully in this sexy magnetizing musk. Everyone who smells it loves it. Very femme. Iconic.

Who doesn’t love Tim at first sight? A sexy, charismatic, fingergun shooting bisexual who’s always ready to do what he needs to get things done. A scent that blurs the lines between gender fits him, and it’s sexy to match. Even when he’s at his lowest, he still draws you in.

Elias- Alkemia's Book of Shadows*: A biblichor of eldritch books - heavy parchment paper, ancient iron oak gall ink, crumbling leather bindings, and wafts of rare incenses

Jonah Magnus smells of all the cursed knowledge he’s acquired. The statements and ancient books he’s encountered leave their marks on him in scent. You can’t smell the underlying evil, but there’s a certain darkness that lives there.

Basira - Death and Floral’s Red string of fate: Red musk and black, burnt amber blended with golden honey and black molasses

I don’t have a good explanation for this, it just feels right.

Melanie- Death and Floral’s Half-hoping to be eaten by a bear: Woody, sweet bare skin; the lingering scent of dry leaves on a cold morning.

Melanie smells of her supernatural adventures and longing for something more.

Daisy- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's Mr. Czernobog: Unfiltered cigarettes, the leather and metal of sledgehammers, aortal blood slowly drying, and black incense.

Daisy knows what she’s done. She’s a Hunter, and these smells follow her.

Peter Lukas- Arcana Wildcraft's Black Sand: The scent of a warm night on a dark, sandy beach. Atmospheric sweetness with a hint of salt air and a subtle undercurrent of danger. The richest amber resin, black coconut, coconut husks, and smoky vetiver.

The scent of the loneliest sailor. There’s a dangerous draw to him still, but you can tell you should keep your distance. (unless you’re Elias of course)

The Entities

The Buried- Alkemia’s St. Louis Cemetery #1: “An atmospheric brooding of Spanish moss, crumbling stone, old cement, red clay brick, and graveyard dirt.”

It’s not quite burying you, but it’s about to. You won’t be able to tell that it will until it’s too late.

The Corruption- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Elli’s Song: “The horrors of entropy, death, and decay: desiccated black mosses, vetiver, olibanum, patchouli, and ashes.”

Rotting. Decay. The disgusting decomposition of all things.

The Dark- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Event Horizon: “A disconcerting scent, heavy and oppressive, through which no light, no matter, and no spirit can escape. Black opium, labdanum, opoponax, black orchid, and benzoin.”

Pretty self-explanatory. Complete and utter darkness.

The Desolation- Arcana Wildcraft's Devilish: “Shaking off vanilla's reputation for namby pambyness, this infernally dark and smoky fragrance comes complete with licks of fire and sulfurous wafts of brimstone. The devil really does have all the best scents.”

Was it worth it? The meaningful life you lived? Was it worth meeting this fiery end? A scent to match the end of a life worthwhile.

The End- Alkemia's Dustsceawung: “Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey. The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings.”

The death of all things. Everything must succumb to its true form: dust. No matter what you fear, no matter how accomplished you are, no matter what you’ve planned, it will come for all. This scent carries the dust of those already ended, a reminder of your fate.

The Extinction- Alkemia's Deus Ex Machina: “An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution... fire hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, and grey amber.”

Mankind has brought itself to the edge. All that it has created is what finally destroys it. Remnants of industry linger, all that’s left of humanity’s monstrosity.

The Eye- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's The Book: “Old, yellowed parchment paper, tattered leather bindings. There’s a distinct warmth to the scent, though it is ancient and brittle.”

All knowledge lives here. It has watched you your entire life. It knows everything about you, everything about everyone, everything about everyone that has lived. Pages and pages and pages of its stronghold live in the institutes.

The Flesh- Arcana Wildcraft’s Edward Hyde: “A depraved mix of dirt, blood red musk, roasted meat accord, acrid yellow musk, salt, and an odd hint of expensive men’s cologne.”

Meat. Meat. Meat. Meat is meat. A meaty scent that marks the servants of the flesh.

The Hunt- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Berzerker: “Thick furs, strips of leather, and a blood-stained axe with crushed poplar bud and juniper”

The Hunt is never over. Once you get a taste of blood, there is no going back. Furs of a predator, the sharp metallic weapon mixed with the blood of your prey.

The Lonely- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Desolation: “In the perfume, I also tried to capture the blue-violet-white of an afterimage and the silence of a snuffed candle. The scent is dry with age, taut with loss, grief, and heartbreak, and sorrowful in the unspeakable desolation of simply being forgotten.”

Alone at last. Forever. Alone in life, alone in memory, alone in history. A scent that marks those marked by the Lonely, disappearing into nothing.

The Slaughter- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s The Black Tower- “A sepulchral, desolate scent. Long-dead soldiers, oath-bound; the perfume of their armor, the chill wind that surges through their tower, white bone and blackened steel: white sandalwood, ambergris, wet ozone, galbanum and leather with ebony, teak, burnt grasses, English ivy and a hint of red wine.”

The scent of those trapped in the endless cycle of the violence of war, spanning centuries of slaughter.

The Spiral- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Azathoth: “Azathoth is the blind, idiot god who sits on a black throne at the center of Chaos. His scent is high-pitched and screeching, both impenetrably dark and searingly bright with the clarity of madness: tangerine, saffron, vetiver, black amber and cedarwood.”

A scent that matches the contradictions and chaos of the spiral.

The Stranger- Arcana Wildcraft’s Blood & Circuses: “The monstrously sweet scent of clowns gone wrong. An outlandish, carnivalic mix of white pancake makeup accord, pink cotton candy, and the salty sugariness of warm kettle corn.”

The circus has returned. I hope you’re ready for the show. Steer clear of anyone who carries this smell, and give an extra glance to the mannequins you pass.

The Vast- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s R'Lyeh: “The sunken city of the Great God Cthulhu. A hellishly dark aquatic scent, evocative of fathomless oceanic deeps, the mysteries of madness buried under crushing black waters, and the brooding eternal evil that lies beneath the waves.”

The scent of an eternal expanse that you cannot possibly comprehend. Is it the fear of what lies beneath? Is it the depth itself? Does it matter once you’re lost in it?

The Web- Haus of Gloi’s Spider Silk: “Procured from a dream: delicate water mint, wispy grey musk, crystalline webs of amber, oakmoss, torchwood, copaiba resin, and a touch of withered violet leaf.”

A gentle spider creeps its way around, leaving their little traces in the webs they weave. Only too late will you notice that you’re trapped in the web.

#tma #the magnus archives #this took me way too long

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