#sometimes i just want to relax and not think of shades of grey

[katyspersonal]

Seluvis for character ask! >:D

(From this ( x ) ask meme)

First impression: Wow, this guy is a TOTAL creep! This specific snobby, arrogant aura also makes him even MORE British than his accent! xD Also his face data looks like that one guy who """accidentally""" touches women in weird places in the crowded bus :/ You know, THAT one guy. He has really good voice acting though, and his pretentious, arrogant manner of talking is cute.... oh no 😳

Impression now: I still think he has the sexiest voice acting in the entire game, I am slightly less obsessed with him by now but if given the reason, I can write essays simply analyzing his character and making suggestions about his personality, backstory and what-if scenarios with other characters! He is just so goddamn fun to rotate in my mind. (And yeahhh well, I really really really love wizard aesthetic. Sorry guys, Willem will always be more thicc than Gehrman could EVER.)

Favorite moment: As great as his descent into mania was, I simply love the transition from being cold, condescending and mean with us to getting warmer with us because he "hadn't had an apprentice for a while"... It becomes painfully obvious that he admires himself so much because no one else ever would, and I am just such a sucker for mean character showing that secret gentle side. Like.. He needs approval and attention just like every other human being, this is a sweet moment x)

Idea for a story: I actually didn't think of scenarios all that much. However, I did have a guilty daydreaming period about an OC that was his apprentice, but she was showing a lot more creativity, intellect and talent than he'd teach her, and it started to seriously wound his ego. So he'd like, start to belittle her ideas and discoveries, try to gaslight her into thinking her inventions were dumb and he knew better, and in the end just... send her to get him some stuff that doesn't exist (as means to never see her again). I don't know enough about the lore to tell whether she is out there still or no, and yes, awful pettiness, I know. It is less a story and more deep dive into his insecurity and narcissism by using an abstract other person for a display.

Unpopular opinion: As much as I like to joke about him being sexist, in the end, I don't REALLY think that. He makes male puppets too, you know. xD Basically, he will be a creep to ANYONE, regardless of gender. Bi/Pan representation we deserve ;-; xDDDD :')

Favorite relationship: Him and Sellen really deserve each other tbh. I do not mean it like in a ship way; Seluvis is uhhh...... well, a simp in such a way that he doesn't deserve a chance, to say the least, and Sellen seems to be completely disinterested in relationship period because studying cosmos just takes her ENTIRE focus. But I mean like, a mix of rivalry (he is with the Carians and she is with the primevial current) and actually helping each other with crimes x) They share more in common than meets the eye! And both have foolish plans going against Ranni of all people, like the overly-confident idiots that they are ;-;

Favorite headcanon: He feels exact proximity with the puppets as what he says! Starlight Shards that "control fate of humans" are used to make his potion, so naturally, drinking his potion binds the person's fate with him (or with someone else, depends on what he's doing). It is, well... incredibly intimate experience on its own, but he perceives it much deeper than just creating servants. He is desperate for human bonds, but his snarky narcissistic personality makes him not be liked by anyone with their free will unaffected. :(

[milliesfishes]

Hi Millie 😊 Hope you're doing okay 😊

I'm sure you have lots of things to write so it's okay if you're not interested in this, but if you want to I would love to read your thoughts on timetraveler!reader and Billy?

Like, she's from our era but accidentally travels to the past. I think he would be so amazed and amused by her at the same time, observing her behaviour and realising she's so different but in a fascinating way... idk I would love to read your thoughts on it or whatever you decide to write related to this idea, but only if you want to 😊❤

⋆౨ৎyou time travel accidentally into billy's era⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

It had been a day as ordinary as any other.

You were relaxing in the clean expanse of a field near where you lived, soaking up the sunshine beaming down upon the earth that created shadows you laid just at the edges of. The day was new, and you were determined to get some Vitamin D in before the air became sticky with heat.

Lying flat against the cool grass with your eyes closed, feeling yourself warm as the rays kissed your skin. It was simple pleasures like these that propelled you through the week's mundane tasks. You were a daydreamer by nature, and sometimes you thought that if you weren't, the banalities of life would have turned your spirit grey by now.

Endless fantasies filled your head now as you basked in the fingers of sunlight, their romantic nature making you glad you were secret. It was a shameful thing to you- the things you wanted in terms of love. In this day and age, women were supposed to secretly want things, supposed to meet men who teased the notion out of them and thrust them into a supernova storybook love. It confused you to your core, and so you avoided it outright.

Romanticism was your friend in everyday life. You had no one person to give love to, and so you found it everywhere you went, from the way you dressed to the books you read. And lying stretched out in a meadow a ten-minute walk from home, kissed by wildflowers, you felt the earth was loving you in return.

You'd discarded your top, bra the only thing covering your upper half. The little shorts you wore were cotton and clean, comfortable for a day of leisure. Here you were safe from the prying eyes of single-minded men, free from the demands of being a young person in this world. This is where you were at your happiest.

The heat slunk over you like an embrace, and you felt the siren song of sleep overcome you. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to slip into such a vulnerable state when you were alone like this, but it had been such a long week, and you were wholly exhausted.

Humming to yourself, you folded your arms under your head. Though the threat of a sunburn loomed, you didn't move, feeling the shade of a nearby tree begin to cover your legs like a blanket. As the sun continued its charted course, you'd be fully covered by the shadow when you woke up. Your shirt, a cute white thing with tiny bows at the base of lace edged thin straps, was bunched between your fingers, nearly a comfort object as the callings of sleep drifted over you.

There was a rustling nearby. Your eyes flew open, head turning frantically as you searched for the source. This area was secluded, you were sure of it. After all, this wasn't the first time you'd come out here to relax, at one with nature.

The crackly noise stopped for a moment, but before you could breathe a sigh of relief, it started up again, and then the head of a horse appeared from the bushes. Perplexed, you tilted your head, eyes going full as the moon when the rest of the creature appeared, a man sitting atop it.

You were stunned by the sight of him. Though a hat was perched on his head jauntily, his dark hair peeked out of it, curling at his neck. His clothes were awfully strange, a long-sleeved blue shirt with suspenders pulled up over his shoulders. When you saw the belt around his waist, gun sheathed in it, you froze, heart pounding in your ears.

Mind scurrying like a squirrel, your eyes darted from side to side, trying to grasp for a way to get out of here. The stranger's intentions were unknown, and it frightened you. Did he come up here to kidnap defenseless young women who sunbathed all by themselves? You never brought your phone up here since there was no service anyways, and right now you cursed the habit. At least if you ran down the hill you'd have hope of calling for help.

In your muddled tangle of worries, you hadn't noticed the man ride closer, and your body gave an involuntary jolt when he called out to you. "You alright miss?"

You were hardly able to tear your eyes away from him as he came closer. Now you could see him more clearly, see how handsome he was. Brows dark, drawn up in what appeared to be concern, hat shading his eyes, but you could see clearly the piercing blue of them. They seemed to reach inside your soul and grasp something in them, wholly disarming you before you remembered your fear. Lots of serial killers are good-looking.

He dismounted and crouched before you, eyes roving over your figure and seeming to catch at your midsection, before they hastily skirted to the side. You were suddenly aware of your state of undress, hands holding your top flying to your chest and covering it. "I'm alright."

"Are...are ya sure?" Now he was looking into your eyes, and right then you had the oddest feeling that he wasn't going to hurt you. Softening before you could question it, you nodded.

"I come out here all the time...really, I'm okay," you assured him, offering a little smile. It was a challenge to tear your eyes away from his face, and you found you didn't want to. There was something magnetic about this man that filled something in you like a missing puzzle piece, now slid into its place.

"Where's your horse? I can escortcha back to town if you want," the man offered, his wrist adjusting where he was bent on one knee. "Ain't safe for a woman to be out here by her lonesome."

Your brow furrowed at the comment. He was talking like everybody had a horse. "I walked here."

Now it was his turn to frown. "Must've been quite a journey. Nearest town ain't for miles."

"No, I live-" you cut yourself off. Something wasn't right. Looking at the man, the way he dressed and spoke, then to his horse, equipped with a saddle and bags, and then to the gun at his hip, carried so casually, something seemed to dawn on you, the sun rising on a new mindset. It was impossible. Truly impossible. But the thought probed the corner of your mind, imagination run wild.

Taking in a shaky breath, you stared at him, the inconceivable notion invading your mind like an army. He was your only lifeline now if it was true. Seeming to notice the change, the man's lips parted. "You okay? Looks like you saw a ghost."

"What year is it?" The words burst forth from your lips like water from a crack in a dam, panic washing over you for an entirely different reason.

"Eighteen seventy-eight."

Your heart stopped, frozen as ice as the information hit you. A look of horror crossed your face before you could stop it, and you nearly dropped your shirt as your body grew taut with worry. It was pointless to wonder how this had happened- your mind couldn't even comprehend the science behind it.

But what were you going to do now? You had no money, no family, no friends. For the first time in your life you were truly, utterly helpless and there was nothing to do about it.

A warm hand found a place on your shoulder, and you looked back up at him, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes. He wouldn't believe you if you told him. Nobody from your time would believe you if you told them.

Your distress must have been palpable, because the man's lips pulled down, a troubled spark in his eye. Oh how kind his eyes were. It was a look you weren't at all used to seeing in men. His roughened thumb smoothed over your skin. "You were robbed, weren'tcha? Took your horse 'n everything?"

Lips parting slightly, you saw a lifeline. Here he had provided you with an out. Slowly nodding, you whispered, "Yes." The lie was bitter on your tongue, but you didn't have a choice. If you spoke of unwilling time-travel who knew what he'd do? Would he leave you here, sure too much sun had inspired your ravings? Or drop you off at the nearest asylum? You didn't want either to happen, and he was the only soul around here for miles, likely, and a kind one at that. "I don't have anything."

"Lemme help you out." He stood, offering you a hand. "I can take you into town, we'll getcha situated...it'll be okay. You got any family round these parts?"

"Not anymore." At least that wasn't a lie.

"Hm." His lips bunched to the side as he thought. "Well...that's alright. We'll figure somethin' out. You're gonna be okay."

He re-extended his hand, and you hesitantly put yours in his, getting to your feet. Remembering your state of dress, you quickly turned to the side, pulling your top over your head and pushing your hair backwards. It wasn't much in the way of dress, especially for this time, you gathered. But it was something.

His eyes seemed to linger on you, but it wasn't in a way that had you shrinking back. You took his outstretched hand again, the warmth of his palm a comforting thing as he led you over to his horse. Shyly, you looked up at your rescuer. "What's your name?"

"William H. Bonney, ma'am." He stopped briefly, tipping his hat at you in a way that spread a smile across your cheeks. "Billy."

"Billy." You tried it out and found it suited him.

He almost seemed amused. "What's yours?" When you told him, he nodded. "Pretty."

A tiny blush colored your cheeks, and you looked at your feet. The sandals you wore probably weren't great for horseback riding, but they were better than going barefoot. At the saddle, he held out a hand to help you up, but you were already hoisting a foot over, swinging the opposite leg to sit on the other side. A surprised smile crossed him, and he quickly did the same. Now your back was snug against his broad chest, and you bit your cheek at the feeling.

"Hope you don't mind we're ridin' like this," he commented, grasping the reins in front of you with one hand, securing the other around your waist. "It'll be faster 'n walkin'. Figured you've been out here long enough."

"It's okay," you managed, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the placement of his hand. It was obvious he was trying to be a gentleman, but still trying to keep you steady on the horse, which you found gentlemanly in its own way.

You had no sense of how long the ride was because of how lost you were in Billy's touch. He grasped your waist, careful not to touch any of your skin that was uncovered. You were fascinated by all that surrounded you, by the same world you resided in, ripened by another time. It was more lush, fuller. This was the way you'd seen the world in your head before, now come to life.

Once you got to town, your fascination doubled. All the women were in long dresses, the men in similar dress to Billy, though his remained slightly different. You were suddenly self-conscious of your clothes. They were certainly attracting strange looks, and you slid your arms around yourself.

Noticing this, Billy patted your side. "I'll find ya somethin', don't worry. If they knew what you'd been through they'd understand." That caused another twinge of guilt deep in your being, but you shook it off. This is necessary to survive.

He helped you off the horse, carefully setting you on the ground. You closed in on yourself, eyes roving over the space, avoiding the gazes of passerby. It was funny. A while ago in your time you wouldn't have a problem being out and about in your current clothing. But the stipulations of the time had worn in on you within only minutes.

There was a shuffling behind you, and then Billy was pressing fabric into your hands, putting a careful hand on your shoulder. "Wear this for now. It's okay." His words comforted you, and when you looked up, there wasn't even a trace of judgement in his oceanic eyes. Your shoulders relaxed, and you realized he'd given you a man's shirt. One of his. It was more touching now than anything anybody had done for you. You certainly weren't used to men doing such things.

Sliding the fabric over your shoulders, you pushed your arms through the sleeves, feeling better about your coverage now. The shirt fell to your upper thighs, still not covering enough, but it was better than before by far.

He guided you into the shop with an arm around your shoulders, helping you through the doors. Calling out to the shopkeeper, Billy greeted her with a smile. "We need a dress. Hers has...gotten lost."

Eyeing you, the shopkeeper nodded, beckoning with a hand. "We have a few options already made here."

You flushed a little at the way she looked at you, aware that your appearance must be rather odd. Making sure to smile plentifully and be enthusiastic about her assistance, you selected a blue dress, wanting to make the process as quick as possible. She ushered you to the back to change into it, giving you proper undergarments and shoes as well. Kindly, she laced up the back of your half-stay and left, gifting you some privacy.

The buttons on the dress were thankfully situated in the front, and you were able to do them up in a timely manner, slipping your new shoes on as well. You were unsure to do with your old things and Billy's shirt, as you didn't know when or if at all you would be returning to your time.

The shopkeeper solved that when she gave you a canvas bag for your things, a brief smile crossing her face. You returned it, happy she'd warmed up.

Billy was waiting at the front, hands folded behind his back, eyes trained on the ground. When he heard your footsteps his head lifted, an expression of pleasant surprise crossing his face as he took you in. You demurely smoothed your skirts, tucking hair behind your ear. "Does it look alright?"

"Yeah," he breathed, a slow smile entering the planes of his face. Something in his eyes lightened, and he held out a hand for you. "You're...it's pretty."

Truly, you hadn't been one to blush so easily before meeting Billy, but now you seemed to redden with every look he gave you. It was a new thing, though not entirely unwelcome.

As he led you out of the store, your arm hand nestled in his arm, you felt brand new. Leaning up, you kissed Billy's cheek, the scratch of his stubble a pleasant sensation. "Thank you for the dress. That was lovely of you to do."

"'s no problem," he grinned, looking down at you. "A lady needs a dress, hm?"

"Oh!" you smiled brightly, leaning on him. Already you were growing comfortable. There was just such an easy way about Billy that made you feel safe. This was strange for you in a way. Never before had you met a man who'd given you such a sense.

Everything outside was bustling, a low hum of chatter filling the air like music. You found yourself turning your head excitedly, entranced by the life of it all.

When you turned your head to Billy, you discovered an expression of endearment on his face, as he watched you watch everything. It hadn't even been a day since you'd met him, and already there was something there. A connection, a hint of a feeling. It was brand new as you explored the old world.

Arm in arm with your guide, you felt your heart come alive for the first time in ages. Everything was bright and new and you could feel yourself stitching into the lines of it all like embroidery. Maybe you weren't a mismatched piece here.

Maybe with Billy you could fit perfectly.

[aerkame]

I’m curious what the others finfolk forms look like, what kinda tails and colors do they have, markers, etc. I’m so excited for the au!

I am not feeling well enough to really draw so I will just give descriptions instead! I'll be sure to draw everyone at some point though, but if you want me to ping (or just message) you or anyone else just private message me or let me know in replies.

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For all neighbors minus Home:

Each and every neighbor will grow claws, teeth, increased height, increased strength, and webbed hands when fully transformed. As for clothes, they're designed to change with their form.

Wally Darling

Wally may still be the shortest of the neighbors, but he's still quite tall when compared to normal puppets (most finmen are huge regardless). When he comes off as a normal-looking puppet, he wears a blue glass colored (blue glass is a color, it is my favorite color-) clothing, or sometimes loose-fitting beach clothes if he feels like relaxing. He often keeps a red shell pendant around his neck area and a black single earring on his right ear.

When Wally is a finman however, his yellow felt turns to scales that range from yellows, purples, teals, and different shades of blue. His ears become thick and finned, each end going up into a small S-shaped curl. Underneath the clothing, his body is covered in soft red swirling and spiraling markings, something you can he on his cheeks. Unlike the finwomen, finmen don't turn into mermaids/mermen, so he does not have a tail at all and he instead grows various fins on his body, all very colorful. Oh, and don't forget the fangs and claws...those are pretty sharp.

Barnaby

Barnaby is one of the taller finmen, but not the tallest. You can usually find him wearing shorts, sandals, shell necklaces, and a sunhat. It's just so darn hot sometimes so don't expect to see him in a shirt really. If anything he'll probably be under a shady area or relaxing in some cool water.

While he does already have teeth and claws, they are pretty dull until he transforms, having his teeth become more shark-like and claws much sharper than anyone else's. However, Barnaby is the only one here who does not grow scales at all. Instead that blue felt skin will turn into something far more smoother and paler in color almost becoming grey but not quite grey. The spots all over his body stay of course, but they become darker and more larger, creating marbled patterns. Not only is Barnaby the only one without scales, but he is the only one to grow a tail and keep his legs. The once small fluffy tail turns into a strong shark-like one, being capable of causing someone a concussion or head trauma if he really swung hard enough with it.

Sometimes everyone suspects he isn't a finman, but even if Barnaby wasn't, everyone would still love the big guy.

Howdy

Being a fisherman has its perks. One being that it tends to be a good workout, another being that you can get all kinds of stuff from the ocean. That being said, Howdy is a giant when compared to the others. In his normal form, the fisherman has medium long blue hair that's often slicked back or just braided all under his hat. You'd think that running a shop and being a fisherman would leave little time for this man to tidy up his clothes but you'd be wrong. Everything remains completely clean no matter the weather, it's almost scary. Even the shell pendant he wears on his apron is constantly shining.

Obviously having double the legs and arms leaves him with double the amount of claws to tear someone up with. As a finman, Howdy's height becomes outright terrifying to anyone he meets. Forget the scary claws and fangs, his height alone is enough to scare the fear of God into anyone.

The colors of Howdy's scales match himself much like it does with Wally and the others. Green scales fade from blues to teals and tiger-like stripes decorate his body, leaving oval spirals on his cheeks.

Eddie

Probably the friendliest captain out there with the coat to match! Often times Eddie will be wearing his white captain's coat and hat, having a shell pendant pinned to the black suit he wears under. He always stays tidy, keeping his red hair slicked back under his hat.

As a finman, Eddie will also grow in size. This is when his usual friendly appearance turns more scary to some. Being large and having a giant captain's coat squaring your shoulders can look intimidating. Along that, Eddie's hair tends to get more rougher and slightly wavy, so he lets it down every once in a while.

Frank

Frank is the only one that wasn't a finman before moving in on the island, having been a normal puppet before. He still prefers to remain as his normal puppet self on most days unless it's rainy or stormy. Usually he is wearing vests, casual clothes, and colors that are muted in color, preferring to keep the shell pendant he has on a butterfly bow, keeping the bow as a reminder of his old life.

In the rare times that he decides to be more fin-like, the only things about Frank that change is that he grows teal, purple, and grey scales, square-ish finned ears, squared swirls, and fangs.

Julie

Being a finwoman (or mermaid) has it's perks.

Julie will on most days wear light colored fluffy dresses with thick high sandals, a large sunhat, and a shell necklace to match. If not a dress, then she'd be happy to wear anything good for the beach so she can go ahead and jump in the water at any time.

As a mermaid, Julie transforms her legs into a long and strong tail, being just as strong as finmen (no really, you do NOT want to get hit with her tail). Her scales often reflect the dresses she usually wears, which are deep shades of coral reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows. The fins at the end of her tail are wide and flowing, sometimes she'll even wrap herself up in them for fun.

The ears differ slightly from the others as they appear more softer and fluffy with light pink swirls and sparkles dusting her face.

Sally

Sally is sometimes nicknamed Sally Scarlet for several reasons. One reason being the clothing she wears. Everything is always extravagant or just screams passion, having everything in shades of red and black.

Sally is the only one who is almost always in her mermaid form. No really, she even has a part of her house with an indoor pool that leads to the ocean because she just doesn't feel like getting out of the water yet. Her tail is much longer than Julie's but more slim and much sharper, some scales being so sharp they can be flung or used as throwing knives. The weapon tail is made up of blood red scales with speckled black and gold scales scattered on her body.

She often wears a golden crown around her already existing crown (she's a star so duh) and dark makeup to compliment her scales. Of course, she painted her claws black to match. Dramatic...

Poppy

Poppy is probably the most colorful out of the neighbors, having literally every color in the rainbow on her. You can usually find her outside gardening with Julie, wearing nothing (because she has feathers) or just wearing a light colored shawl with a matching sunhat. She often carries her shell or clips it to a shawl.

However, Poppy is a little bit different like Barnaby when it comes to her original form, but no one questions it really. Like the other mermaids, Poppy will form a tail consisting of the rainbow, but the rest of her body becomes much larger and longer, resembling something closer to a serpent. The feathers soon turn into long spikes and sharp scales that could easily cut through steel. Her wings become giant fins and her beak grows a sharp curved end. She doesn't transform ever much like Frank due to her scaring herself and others sometimes.

Home

It is known that Home has a physical body, but no one other than Wally has talked to him. The only time anyone ever gets a glimpse of Home is when a shell is being given to a neighbor. Large clawed and black scaly hands reach out from the dark whirlpool to take the shell and imbued his magic into it before it's given back.

Sorry for any spelling errors, I'm a bit tired right now.

[notsoblackandwhite101]

PLEASE READ ALL

Hey there Puparoonies! With December fast approaching and a new 101 Dalmatian Street trending party set up for Jan 2- Jan 3, I figured I should make some ART! I've made an all new drawing grid just for Drawcember and made it vague so people can reuse it for whatever fandom they want! (A shout out back to me so I can see your art would be great if you do btw!)

HOW ITS GONNA WORK- I have made a grid of aesthetics that will be the theme of the piece. Basically I'll draw a characters in an outfit that matches the aesthetic provided. They will get a hat, a bag and a piece of jewellery and I'll try to make it match their personality if I can! (For example, if Dylan got the Space Aesthetic I'd go more sciency. For Dawkins, more sci-fi show. For Dolly, cool aliens!)

HOW DO WE PICK THE CHARACTERS TO AN AESTHETIC?! - I'll be holding polls to decide now that Tumblr can do that. We have an A team and a B team. So we'll be voting on two Aesthetics at a time. I'll post the Aesthetic and a description so you know what to expect.

WHAT ARE THE AESTHETICS?!

(Photos just grabbed off of google. All pictures here are not mine.)

Descriptions

(Please note that aesthetics can very from person to person on what they mean, and what they include!These are just my takes.)

Pastel- The pastel aesthetic is just as straightforward as its name, focusing on everything that's less saturated and in lighter hues. In particular, the word “pastel” refers to a soft and delicate shade of a color produced by adding more white.

Vaporwave- The Vaporwave aesthetic incorporates early Internet imagery, late 1990s web design, glitch art, and cyberpunk tropes, as well as anime, Greco-Roman statues, and 3D-rendered objects. VHS degradation is another common effect seen in vaporwave art.

Dark - Dark aesthetic covers a wide range of different things. If its dark and edgy , it can fall under this same system. Sometimes there's horror elements, but it can also be cutesy. All you really need is black, greys, and sparse uses of blood red and neon green. Some spikes can't hurt either!

Neon- The Neon aesthetic (Or Glowwave.) Is the use of bright, almost glowing colors on darker scenes. Reflective surfaces, sparkles and bright 'neon' pink can dominate this aesthetic.

Pastel Goth- Pastel Goth is an aesthetic that is a result of mixing goth or grunge with the sweet pastel elements of the kawaii aesthetic. Think if horror was cute, or cute was horrific if that's easier. Lots of black and pastel colours here.

Punk-Punk aesthetics determine the type of art punks enjoy, which typically has underground, iconoclastic, and satirical sensibilities. Punk can be as messy or minimalist as you want. It also tends to be more focused on the handmade, reused and recycled. Newspaper collages, safety pin, metal spikes, oh yeah!

Black and white- Contrast. That is the core of the Black and White aesthetic. Using only grayscale to convey detailed images. Tends to be fancy, simple and clean!

Rainbow- COLOUR, COLOUR, COLOUR! Rainbow is all colour all the time! With clear, fun shapes and fun splatters, rainbow is just... colourful fun.

Space- Spacecore is a type of aesthetic that is centered around astronomy, stars and planets. It can also be called astrocore or cosmic core. Spacecore uses lots of stars and planet type things in clothing or decor. Many spacecore aesthetics will have pictures of the sun, the moon or the stars.

Cottagecore- Cottagecore is an aesthetic that celebrates simple living, particularly in the countryside. It encourages a lifestyle rooted in traditional skills—like baking bread, gardening, and sewing your own clothes. Basically you live in a modern day Jeremiah Puddleduck book.

Pale- Palewave centers around muted and pale colors with a very relaxed and comfy vibe. Think light, easy, breezy and gentle designs. Nothing pops out right off the bat in this muted aesthetic.

Kidcore- Bright colours, cartoon designs, nostalgia, and fun! Its somewhat similar to rainbow, but you can't escape consumerism in this aesthetic usually! Toys, games, anything to do with just being a kid and enjoying life is included!

NOW WHAT?!

Now you vote in the polls! Just pick whichever character you want to see in the aesthetic listed. Please note that in order to draw this all in one month, I will be making the polls quick! The first one I'll have last a week, to help spread the word, but after that they will likely only last a day! That being said, each character will only be used ONCE. So once they're picked for an aesthetic, their off the voting board. Were you hoping a character would get a different one? Well don't worry! I may do this again, or you can try it yourself to! Just have fun!

Make sure to follow @bks-blogs for more 101 Dalmatian Street news and updates for the trending party!

[omalahsocs]

Bloodlines, Bloodletting and Betrayals

“Alright. Lets find you someone delicious. Do you have a preference?”

“I’ve been sucking on strays, I don’t think it matters what I bite first for kine.”

“Aww, c’mon. It’s your first kiss, isn’t it? C’mon, gimmie something to work with. Girl, boy, young, old?” The woman grinned at him and moved over to take him by the arm.

He could feel something different from a veil passing over him and he pulled back, frowning as he brought his hands up, hoping he wouldn’t have to lash out at her. When his hands came up in front of him, however, he paused and simply stared at the normal length of his fingers. There was a lack of claws and a pale olive tone where he was used to simply seeing an off grey shade.

“If you’re going to go out and get a taste, we may as well have a bit of a walk. Don’t worry, I can carry the mask while you do some… window shopping.”

Part of him wished she hadn’t bothered. They could have found some bum down one of the other alleyways easy enough. He didn’t have a mirror but he could guess that he looked like any other average guy out there. She wouldn’t have wasted blood magic just to get his hopes up and then break the masquerade as a lark. Part of him wanted to stare in a mirror but that would only lead to him getting more depressed later.

“Window shopping?” He repeated in a dull tone, making an ugly surprised noise when she took him by the hand and tugged him back out of the alley the way she had come.

“Just relax, I’ve got this. I know you’ll have to rely on shadows in the future, or half blind street walkers, but tonight you’re gonna get a taste of the good stuff.” She promised him quietly as they moved under the light of a lamppost.

He felt a little bit like a kid as she pulled him along. If his heart still had the ability to beat he was sure that it would have flown straight out of his chest once they came to the sidewalk and started to slowly make their way down the street. He didn’t mean to, but he clung to her arm, studiously doing his best not to look towards any windows for fear of the handsome face he might see staring back at him.

“No digs at your abilities, Bubbles, but this is freaking me out a little.” he wasn’t ashamed to admit. “Lets just find someone that looks clean and pull them into a corner somewhere.”

“ ‘Pull them into a corner’. Fuck you men can be so romantic sometimes.” She rolled her eyes a little bit but nodded, now keeping an eye out for anyone that might suit their purposes.

Despite the fact that she wasn’t going to be the one feeding, she was eager for their little hunt around the streets. Ever since she had been embraced, she enjoyed seeking out just the right person and following them. Whether it was at a discreet distance, using her surroundings and blending in, or letting her prey see her as she kept pace with them over a few blocks, it was a new kind of game that she grew to love.

A lot of her clan mates didn't understand, but then again, they didn't understand why she lived outside the chantry. They didn't need to have any specifics about her and as long as she paid lip service to Strauss, it was fine.

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[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

hey its benny from lucasverse again! another question for you: what do the reincarnated guards (sydney alex damien and ven) wear when they arent in uniform? like what fashion styles do they gravitate towards for casual/everyday wear? i need this for research purposes 📝

Damien likes crewneck t-shirts, light jackets, and jeans. He varies between canvas shoes and steel toe boots for footwear depending on if his plans for the day include going anywhere near Fazbear Entertainment properties. He has one faded grey hoodie that he finds comfortable to wear on bad days; Ven makes sure to stay close by when he sees him wearing it. He also has one nice suit of dark blue color for formal wear. Much of his clothing choices are based on taking into account his job at Jeremy's workshop, where he works with metal, hard plastic, and sometimes ceramic, so clothes that offer some protection and durability against these materials is a must.

Ven's sister is a fashion designer and seamstress so she makes sure her graphic designer brother always looks nice and in style. Ven leans towards long sleeve shirts, turtlenecks, vests, blazers, and slacks. His preferred footwear are loafers and running shoes. He has a 'slacking off' outfit of a light sweater and jeans for when he wants to just spend time with Damien and get away from his work for a while.

Alex doesn't like clothes that are too form-fitting and will go for styles that emphasize a box shape for his body at least. Thick hoodies, turtlenecks, vests, slacks, and men's jeans are his preferred clothing choices. Hiking boots and high-top shoes for shoe choices. Alex will go for styles and clothes that help him look masculine without being overly obvious about it. If he's around the house, he'll relax with black crewneck shirts, as these are dark enough to hide his binders from showing through.

Sydney has grown into the habit of wearing button up shirts almost daily, so he tends to have a lot of these and cardigans. Even his pajamas are button up! His idea of a casual shirt is a polo shirt. Slacks and lounge pants, jeans only if he thinks he'll be doing outside work like cleaning the yard or heavy household chores. For shoes he tends towards hiking boots, casual boots, and running shoes. Sydney likes light colors and pastels; darker shades gives him an unsettled feeling, like his past is trying to come back through him.

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia,

If this is too personal feel free to ignore! I was inspired to ask this after looking over your stunning artwork.

I gather you practise (and are trained in?) animism and shamanism. I'll admit I don't know much about spirituality but I'm really interested! If you're comfortable, I'd love to hear about your journey. When did you discover these beliefs, how do they interact with your everyday life? Do you believe in other spirit realms? Have you had any particularly memorable spiritual experiences? Where in your writing can we see these influences?

Sorry for the bombardment of questions (I've really had to hold myself back lol), feel free to be selective in the ones you'd like to answer.

Hiya,

I don't really call it shamanism and haven't in a long word (it's a culturally appropriative term), I've been using functional or practical animism for a long time now. Maybe just under a decade!

I discovered these beliefs in childhood (some are familial). These days I practice Druidry through OBOD, the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids, and I'm in the Ovate grade and have been for a looooong ass time.

When did you discover these beliefs, how do they interact with your everyday life?

This could be a long essay, but I'll just say that my writing is my Bardic work, it influences how I connect to nature, people, how I think about the world, and how I think about connections within the world. So pretty profoundly.

Do you believe in other spirit realms?

Sort of. I have a very kind of...relaxed view that goes like this: Maybe it's real, maybe it's not. Science is cool. If it's not real, it's an awesome series of visualisations and beliefs that makes my life better. If it is real, it's an awesome series of experiences that makes my life better. The moment it stops doing that, I'll walk away.

Like, I'm pretty zen about it. So many people are like 'but how do you know it's REAL' - I don't! I don't base it on whether or not it's empirically provable because the benefits are empirically demonstrable whether or not it's real and that's all that matters to me.

It benefits me, my loved ones, and my life. So...that's all the 'real' I need. I'm not interested in convincing anyone else of my beliefs and I'm very anti-proselytisation and preaching. People can believe what they want unless/until it threatens my existence re: people being transphobic / homophobic etc.

Have you had any particularly memorable spiritual experiences?

I have! But this isn't the place where I talk about them, lol. I used to very actively blog about my spiritual experiences (and actually used to run classes and educate folks) over at Dreamwidth and Livejournal.

Where in your writing can we see these influences?

I mean I wrote an entire 1 million+ word series about the fae realm that goes into great detail about how there's no such thing as pure good or pure evil (with a few exceptions one of those being Seelie lmao) and mostly everyone is shades of grey and is capable of growth and connection with nature is healing, in a story where animism is everywhere and gods are literally present in the land.

...And you know in every single section where nature is healing in every single one of my stories sdfalkfjsad

Also probably in a lot of the kinds of hero journeys I write.

My spirituality is everywhere, but it's also not an invasive spirituality where I'm trying to convert anyone. I believe in the importance of nature and our connection to it, so I write about the importance of nature and our connection to it. I believe certain experiences in nature can be healing, so I write my characters sometimes having those experiences in nature.

Most of my characters go through a 'oh nature exists and is...kind of cool actually' moment in their healing process to signify how far they've come, and I use that as a metaphor all the time.

I don't want it to feel religious. It's just like, hey, here's a thing. And since we all live in a world with some nature in it, maybe it's okay to have some nature in stories too, as a treat.

That's spiritually significant to me, it doesn't have to mean anything to anyone else.

But it does mean my spirituality and belief in animism is everywhere. It's something I live. It's mostly a very relaxed thing, and I think it's really just something you notice when I'm like 'oh look the clouds are really cool' and then I take a photo fdsalkjfsa

[fromdelos]

comfort in the heart of the palm

Cracking open an eye, Eris watches as your face is clouded in a shade of grey, the raindrops raining down the side of your face in steady streams, though you remain dry. Such is a rare stormy day in the Autumn Court, one that Eris knew always made you think a little deeper and sink a little into that depth you’ve worked so hard to pull yourself from. He would know, because he’s woken up from the steady pressure of melancholia down the bond, the sadness you feel creating a similar twinge in his chest. He watches your glassy eyes become more vacant, the twinge from the bond now cutting deeper into his chest. You’re too far in now, and he know it’s time to pull you out. Reaching out a hand to you, you jolt when you feel his warm hand against your cold skin, but you quickly relax when you recognise that steady and familiar touch, and Eris nearly purred at the comfort that now sipped down that bond. Clasping his hand in yours, you turn to your side to face Eris now, as you continue to hold his hand against your cheek with your own. Eris wills his warmth into a steady thrum, slowly warming you up as his thumb strokes your cheek. Even with a soft smile now gracing your face as you stare at your lovely mate, Eris still had to ask, just to be sure.

‘Tell me what’s haunting you.’ You let your eyelids flutter shut for a brief moment before you lift your eyes to meet his gaze again, willing your entire being to be steady before you replied him. ‘Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.’ Eris has heard this story too often, comforted you too often. You didn’t want to let your own demons haunt him too, didn’t want him to take your pain and burden as his own to bear. Tonight, and slowly from here on, you’ll learn to deal with those inner demons yourself, even though you know Eris will be there with open arms — always. ‘Talk to me, my sweet. I’m here, you don’t have to be afraid of anything.’ You shake your head more firmly this time, squeezing his fingers that were laid upon your cheek gently. You insist. ‘I’m really fine, love. Don’t worry about me.’ You press a quick kiss to the heart of his palm before scooting closer to him and tucking yourself under his chin, if only to shut him up. Eris relents, hand going around your waist to settle you flush against him, his fingers smoothing through your hair, his warm breaths steady against the crown of your head. Still, you feel the tension in his body, feel it down the bond, and you know he won’t settle until you reassure him again. Lifting a hand up, you tug his chin down, forcing him to look at you. Worry still lined his eyes, and willing as much life into your eyes as you can, you whisper, ‘Sometimes it’s still hard. But I know that it’ll get better if I have you by my side.’ You tug on the bond between you a little, making sure that comfort seeps down that bond towards him. At that tug, Eris tries to give a little smile — for you. He understood every bit of what you meant, even without that fancy courtier words lacing it. / Some days my demons still haunt me. But I have absolute faith that I’ll be able to survive and someday live, because your presence in my life helps me get through it. / When a warm glow of understanding comes flowing back to you down that bond, you tug his chin lower as you lift yours higher, making your lips meet. You press a soft, loving kiss to his lips, allowing them to linger against his for a heartbeat, before you resume your previous position; your favourite actually: tucked safely under his chin and in his arms. When he feels the bond gradually fade into quietness, Eris presses a kiss to your forehead, his next words a whisper, a promise with only the stars to bear witness. ‘And even on the rough days when your demons haunt you, I promise to make it better. And to love you the same — always’

[zealctry]

@fallesto ( Nagato Pein Dearest Leader ) , cont'd from HERE.

there're things that could ( do ) set Hidan off, like a match thrown onto incredibly dry timber ( snap his patience like a twig underfoot. set his nerves aflame, and suddenly, everything in his head is a wildfire. ) they do exist, although they are far fewer than people generally anticipate ( think they know ) after making his acquaintance. they can make his blood boil, those things ––– and once they do, it always circles back to two things: blood and pain ( ha! pain, Pein. real funny. there’s a joke in there somewhere, if you attempt to take a stab at it. Hidan doesn't linger long enough on it to try. )

but this isn’t it. between one sentence and the next, catastrophe is prevented. maybe they take a wrong turn, somewhere in the labyrinth of his mind. because instead of tensing in vexation. . ..  Hidan laughs. ( laughs in the face of everything he cares little about. that village, its people, this man's assessment of him. they're all so . . . )

a brief thing, more a bark of a sound than uncontrollable amusement. ( it dies down to a scalding, sweet-flavored countenance, a smile coating his lips, enveloping the threat of violence. sweet like syrup around a pocket of cyanide. )

a c h a n c e t o a i d a l l o f u s i n . .. .

( fucking hilarious. the best joke he’s heard in a while. what makes you think I want anything of the sort? that I have ever aided anyone, even once, in my life. . .. .? lie lie lie, but Pein isn’t in his head, so how would he know ? )

                 “ hey hey hey. what’s this bullshit about? don’t you think you’re underestimating me, just a little? ” still sickly-sweet. you see, it comes naturally ––– Hidan is sometimes indulgently obnoxious ( because he can. because he wants to. ) “ I’d like to see him try ! ”

( his supposed partner, who acted like anything but one. a mock-partner, a mock-leader. all of it a masquerade. like his supposed giving a shit about this whole organization. was any of this meant to faze him? or was it merely a play, put on for his entertainment?  )

above, behind the haze of pollution projected upon the skies by the village ( he hates this place ), clouds gather heavily ( shades of grey, always ; daylight, nighttime – all shades of . . .. ). passive onlookers to this tiny. . . dispute? difference of opinion? ( Hidan is bored. Hidan is restless. therefore, Hidan makes a nuisance of himself. )

a shrug, deliberate and slow, followed by the roll of his shoulders.  as if to ( purposefully! ) contrast ( counteract! ) Pein’s neat, precise angularity ( of bearing and of tongue, of ideas and of speech ), Hidan relaxes – even slouches just a touch, or pretends to, anyway. lets his arms become cooked noodles at the very least ( his back posture is, by force or habit and obligation, impeccable. it comes with carrying a significant amount of weight at his back. ) but it’s all showtime, after all. it’s the message that matters. and he’s certain that his message, in the here and now, is being received quite clearly.

                 “ see? case. in. point. no trace of leadership, Dear Leader. ”  the last syllables weigh down his tongue with a mockery that Hidan doesn’t bother to conceal. pale lips twitch, knowingly, as he jabs a finger in the other’s general direction.  “ don’t forget that you’re the one who wanted me. so what I’m saying is, make it worth my time. ”

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

What color are you?

grey

repression tastes like chalk. you build yourself a lighthouse and haunt the stairwell all on your own- you think it's funny. you are angry, and tired, and people want so much from you but never listen when you speak. don't be petty- keep talking- i will listen.

What is your muse’s true moral alignment?

just here to have a good time

unconcerned and unbothered, unless it involves you, of course. the go-to person when needing a good time, whether a night in or a night out, you always make the best of any situation and that's pretty rad of you. don't care much for any outside drama outside of your circle.

What Tarot Card Are You?

You’re Temperance!

You’re the voice of reason when things get chaotic, and the soothing salve during heated moments. You’re capable of staying calm when everyone around you is falling apart – even if you feel like falling apart, too, you’ll rarely let other people know it. You don’t like discord, and you’ll do everything you can to try to restore harmony in your life and surroundings. You find aggression in any form a vexation. You’ve probably even decorated your house in simple soothing shades of tranquillity!

You won’t be hurried. You have a clear vision of what you want your life to be, and also how to get there. You don’t approach things in a forceful manner. You do everything with grace and poise, and you achieve your goals through persistence and planning. You’re a good team player and because of that, you’ll always find people who will help you with completing your tasks and reaching your destinations. You don’t think twice about hitting the pause button on things to reevaluate them and see what changes need to be made to ensure that you can be the best person you can be and reach the highest successes.

Of course, like everyone else, your life is not going to be perfect, and there are going to be situations and people who will knock you out of that place of balance and into some turmoil. At times like this, the best plan may be to stop, regroup, and change direction. You don’t deal with uncooperative people very well, and if others in your life are determined to challenge you and make things more difficult than they need to be, give yourself permission to stand up for yourself. You don’t like confrontation, but sometimes it’s necessary in order for the other person to know exactly who they’re dealing with.

What is your muse’s color?

Your color is Green

Attributes: peaceful, serene, accommodating

Peacefulness and tranquility characterize people, like you, whose personality color is green.

As a Green, you are known for your chill vibes, and your body is rarely consumed with anxiety. Chores, work, and even exercise is easier when you are well rested and relaxed. Your life is centeCrimson around achieving maximum comfort, whether it’s investing in luxuries like massage chairs and water beds or meditating and productively removing stress from your body.

What imaginary illness does your muse have?

Shedding

You are losing yourself, bit by bit. Your own skin is peeling away, moths forming out of it as you shed more of yourself. Your breaths birth hummingbirds and doves as they abate, your fears turning into savage things of teeth and claw. How much more of yourself will you have to grate away until you fit the mold you set yourself today? How much more will have to go tomorrow? How much longer until you've shed too much of yourself - until the pieces you left by the roadside are more than what little you have left?

which unpopular archetype are you?

the accomplice

you’re going to be chained to something no matter where you go. if you stay long enough to hear them cry, it will be guilt. but most of the time, it will be love. why else would you follow them to the edge of the world, to the middle of nowhere? why would you come so close to evil if you didn’t care for the vessel that holds it? you might know purpose, but before that you know what it’s like to feel lovesick. you’d bear it all to stand next to them. you’re a hard worker and a great friend. you could be anywhere, accomplice. you deserve better than to be stranded out here. / / personality: loving, capable, unassertive / / counterpart: the loyal

Which Character From Tragic Greek Literature Are You?

pentheus

you are pentheus from the bacchae by euripides, and you hold yourself so tightly wound together and so perfectly in place that even the slightest push will make you shatter. you are determined, you are headstrong, and you are addicted to pushing yourself to your farthest limits just to see when you'll snap. you find comfort in tradition, order, and authority, because that's where you are allowed to be blind to the darkness inside you. once in a while, give into the temptation and the chaos you keep denying yourself. it's the only way to not be afraid anymore.

What Kind Of Hot Are You?

drunk girl in the bathroom hot

you're both wasted, she just somehow does it so much better. you're crying, about something your stupid ex did or said. and suddenly she appears, looking like an angel aside from the slight sway in her step. she's helping you our of your slump on the floor when you grow pale and catastrophy strikes. you're the most disgusting you've ever been, and still, this stranger holds your hair and rubs soothing circles in your back. gives you a breath mint and sits you back against the wall, asking what happened. you tell her, and her glittery, perfectly made face turns sour. with her heels in hand, she loops your arm around her shoulders so she can help you walk to an uber she called for you. your ex says something snarky to you in passing on the way out, and for her it's the final straw. she whirls around, fire in her eyes and a set in her brow and she slaps him hard across the face. calls him a jerk or a dick or something like that, you can't remember, you were busy smiling at the stunned look on his face as she drags you both outside. before you get home, she gives you a hug and kind words in a bubbling voice and you're thankful for her. thankful there are people out there who look out for people like you, who stand up for people even when they might have trouble standing themselves.

[kittywritessmut]

Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader smut - Are you going to wear that baby bear?

| Entails: smut, jealous Katsuki, hardcore, lingerie, kawaii, size kink, polar opposites, petite reader, swearing |

Foreword: You and Katsuki were dating for only a couple weeks. You had both been affectionate, sometimes that was displayed in playful insults from your boyfriend. The rest of your class were out somewhere, most of them had gone to their agencies, some went to the gym and some went out for groceries. Your stubborn boyfriend refused to go and you plead that you had an abundance of homework.

(Y/N)’s pov:

You sat at your desk, finishing off your math homework, but abruptly stopped, when your hot headed boyfriend burst through the door.

“K-kat..what are you doing?” You exclaimed in a surprised tone.

“I...um I just wanted to make sure you were...uh okay, stupid nerd” Katsuki replied in a soft tone.

“I’m okay, thanks Katsuki” You smiled and returned to your homework.

He nodded, but paused looking at your outfit. You were wearing a pastel pink and white checked, pleated skirt. You were wearing an oversized grey hoodie, his ruby eyes wandered to your womanhood. From your seating position he saw pink lace panties. His face turned a dark shade of red.

“What are you doing in that outfit, baby bear? Are you planning to wear that in front of the class when they get back?” Katsuki growled in a jealous tone.

“U-um.....I like this outfit...and y-yes I was” You gulp, your cheeks turning a crimson red. 

Katsuki huffed and locked the door behind him. He proceeded to pick you up and place you gently onto your bed.

“Don’t wanna break any bones sweetie~” He purred and took off his shirt.

You admired his toned chest, running your fingers down his muscles. He chuckled and peeled off your jumper. His eyes covered with lust as he saw you were wearing a pink lace bra.

“Ah fuck honey” He groaned, his pants starting to pitch a large tent.

He bent down to kiss your lip softly your red gloss marking his lips. He made his way down to your cleavage, he sucked and kissed at your skin. He unclipped your bra and moaned lowly at your breasts.

“Fuck you’re beautiful” Katsuki moaned and started to attack your breasts with his large hands.

You moaned as he began to suck on your nipples.

“M-mmh K-kat~” You moaned, as you lightly pulled his hair.

His pupils became large.

“You fucking asked for this baby” He moaned as he teared off your skirt and shoved down his sweatpants and boxers.

His dick sprang free from it’s restraints, precum was spilling out of his tip. He jerked himself off for a brief moment before tugging your panties down. He almost came, from the sight of your dripping sex.

“So wet for me baby bear~” He chuckled and rubbed his member up and down your folds.

“You ready for this baby, I’m gonna fucking destroy your tiny hole with my fat cock” He moaned.

You gulped nervously and nodded as he slid the tip in. You arched your back as he slowly entered you.

“Holy shit your tiny fucking hole takes me so well” Katsuki moaned as he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“I-I feel so full Kat~” You moaned, as he began to rut his hips into you like a dog in heat. 

After a few thrusts you felt a warm feeling in your lower abdomen. 

“K-Kat I-I think I’m gonna cum” You moaned out, as he quickened his pace.

��M-me too baby bear, I’m gonna fucking fill you with cum as you cream on my fucking massive cock” Katsuki moaned and pulled you into a kiss.

Katsuki forced his tongue into your mouth, with a muffled moan you came over his cock. Your walls spasming around his cock.

“A-aw fuck baby” Katsuki groaned before cumming into your cunt. He did a few more thrusts as you both rode out your orgasms.

Katsuki pulled out and lied down next to you. He pulled you into a warm hug and pulled the blankets over you both.

“I’ll clean up later, rest baby bear, I love you” Katsuki smiled softly, kissed your forehead and drifted into a relaxing slumber.

“I love you too Kat” You purred, before joining him in sleep.

[covenofwives]

Too Warm

Its too warm on the DSMP. Far too warm. Dream and George try to entertain themselves and think about anything other than how warm it. Luckily they have a perfect distraction. DreamXD apparently doesn't do well in the heat either, but it leads to a very adorable discovery.

Surprise! Kind of out of the blue with this fic but I just had to do it. This fic is based on the days of MELTING heat we've had here and this idea popped into my head. Sorry it took so long to get out though, this should have just been a quick lil fic but life got in the way. Hopefully within the coming month i will have more lil fics like this out and some AU stuff out.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

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It was a warm, close day on the DSMP. There was no breeze to give any relief so people were trying to cool off throughout the day. Some took to small pools of water, others relaxed in any shady area they could find.

Dream and George had taken to cooling off in the shades of the forest. They hunted for a while, before they decided it was far too warm for such things. They tried to fill out their day with activities but it all ended with them laid out on the grass under the leaves, trying to will their bodies to cool off. Dream hadn’t even taken his usual green hoodie/cloak for the day, leaving him in just his dark grey top.

The two were in a debate whether to go back to George’s home when suddenly the blades of grass behind the two shifted. They shuddered before parting, making way for new grass that seemingly appeared. This grass was a different tinge of green and the trees behind the forest seemed to bend and twist, shadowing over a path deeper in.

Dream and George looked at one another before quickly scrambling up and running down the shadowed path.

The two had become well known to DreamXD’s glade and the entrance to it whenever it appeared to them. Usually it came when the boys were bored, or one of them greatly needed him. And sometimes, when XD was in a good mood, he’d show the two things they’d never seen before.

But if Dream and George were hoping for excitement or something fun, their hopes were dashed. The heat was just the same as anywhere else, though the surrounding trees of the glade offered more shade at least. The sun was starting to dip in the sky, giving it a nice colour over the tops of the trees and in the middle of it all, DreamXD laid out on the grassy terrain. His cloak was off and his arms were crossed over his face, as though trying to shield himself from the rays of the sun. It didn’t seem to be working because not even a second later, XD reshuffled his arms, setting them back over his face and giving out a huff.

It felt like the two had stumbled upon the God on their private time, but they knew the glade wouldn’t appear to them if XD didn’t want it to.

“You alright, XD?” Dream called out as the two walked over. The tall God hummed in some form of greeting and confirmation.

“I hate being warm.” XD’s voice slurred with a low rumble.

“I’m surprised the glade is warm.” George commented as he aired out his t-shirt.

XD gave a grunt in response. Dream came up and sat by XD’s right side and George on his left. The God’s second set of arms were laid at his sides, which George took interest in.

The brunette gazed at XD’s arms, specifically the part covered by his long gloves. He peered through his goggles before pushing them up and out his eyes, sitting them on his head. Dream was about to ask what George saw until George spoke.

“XD. Can I take off your arm warmer?”

XD nodded slowly and George got to work, pulling down the black material until XD’s arm was bare. By then Dream had seen what had taken George’s interest.

“Freckles…?” Dream wondered allowed, eyes widening to the small pale brown speckles along his siblings arm.

“You have freckles?!” George wondered with much more excitement.

XD shuffled the arms crossed over their face up and out of the way. They still had their mask on, but they tilted their head down ever so slightly to their left lower arm as if inspecting it.

“Hmm…sometimes.” XD shuffled and rearranged himself. “When it’s sunny I sometimes get freckly.”

“Like Dream! He gets more freckly when the sun is out.” George pointed out.

Dream’s cheeks flushed slightly on the attention but of course he couldn’t say anything against it. Even today his freckles were more pronounced against his skin, but he’d never known XD to have them. Then again he’d never seen XD in the sun much.

“What about your face? Does it have freckles?” George asked.

XD paused for a moment before unfolding one of his arms and moving his mask of stars off his face. His eyes were still covered by his crossed over bandages but just under them, dotted along his cheeks and down his nose, were small freckles matching the ones on his arm.

“I didn’t know you got freckly.” Dream said. He had been looking at XD’s lower arms by his side, spotting the little freckles that were hiding under the arm warmers.

“I don’t go in the sun much.” XD gave a slow shrug. “Being warm makes me sleepy.”

George nodded in agreement while his attention was fully focused onto the freckles dusting over XD’s face. The most the tall God would ever show of their face was usually just their mouth down so George was taking in every detail he could as usual. It was hard though when he kept getting distracted by the freckles. On Dream they were normal, something he always had but to see them on someone like XD seemed like a rare oddity, something to be recorded down.

His attention was taken, for a moment, as he saw the corners of XD’s lips tilt up with a light snort.

“Dream…” XD’s voice was low, in warning.

George looked over to see Dream had removed the covering on XD’s other arm, looking at the freckles there too. But his finger was on the arm, slowly tracing over the most pronounced freckles, making an invisible pattern.

Dream’s eyes flicked to XD, then he looked up though his lashes to George. A slow grin grew over Dream’s lips and he carried on, tracing his finger down over XD’s wrist and to the back of their hand.

George caught on immediately, holding back his own grin as he placed his finger softly over a few freckles.

“George…” XD’s voice came out in the same low warning tone, and George had to physically bite back his giggle.

“W-What? I’m not doing anything.”

“I knohow what you two ahare up too.”

“Your voice is a little wobbly there, XD. What’s wrong?”

“Dreheaham!”

Dream’s fingers fluttered down to trace some more shapes into the back of XD’s hand. The freckles were more pronounced there, which was weird when the two thought of it because that area was mostly covered by the gloves, but they weren’t going to question a blessing.

Dream traced down over the knuckle on XD’s first finger, and gave a small chuckle as he saw the finger twitch.

“Dreheheaham…” XD’s voice came out in breathy laughter. The slow drawl in his voice carried to his laugh, making it slow and warm. “Yohou’re plahaying a-Aha! G-Geheohorge!”

Dream looked up to see George copying his movements, but instead he was drawing a very tight swirl onto the back of XD’s hand. When his fingers brushed along the knuckles, XD’s fingers wiggled and tapped his claws along the ground.

“Yohou twoho ahare ihin trohouble…” XD chuckled.

“Why don’t you stop us?”

It was less of a challenge and more of a genuine question from George. One that XD seemed to have no response to. They pursed their lips with a smile, tilting their head away, even though the bandages covered any embarrassment from eye contact.

The head tilt seemed to spark an idea in George and he grinned before speaking. “I think your freckles make your skin more tickly.”

“Thehey’re nohohot t-tihihickly!” XD giggled.

“What about the freckles on your face, do you think your face is really ticklish now?” George asked.

The question took XD by surprised, as it had Dream as well. The God shuffled his arms above his head to slightly hide his face. His grin still poked out from under his arms though, making it very unconvincing when he shook his head.

“N-N-Nohoho…”

“Won’t know till we try though, huh?” Dream quickly pointed out, immediately catching onto George’s plan. His fingers still lightly grazed along the skin of his sibling’s arms. Their arm twitched and fingers tapped their claws along the ground but they never pulled away, or stopped the two from continuing. They just lay there, in a giggly puddle and badly trying to deny it.

“M-Mihiy fahace ihis n-noho mohohore tihihicklish…”

“So you admit it’s ticklish!”

XD’s face almost split into a wide grin, quickly hiding in their arms. “N-NoHOhohOHOho!”

“Oh XDeeeee~” George cooed. “Is your face so tick-tick-tickly you can’t stand the thought of it being tickled?”

“S-Stohohohop!” XD’s arms covered his face completely.

Dream’s eyes wandered up XD’s arms to his shoulders, noticing the freckles along the god’s shoulder and disappearing down his back. “What about your back?” Dream half thought aloud. “Is your back all freckly?”

XD gave a half squeak half chirp, which made them giggle more. “M-Mahaybe…”

“Mines gets freckly.” Dream nodded with his thought. “Can we see?”

Dream could see the God’s muscles relax. His arms eased from tensing and he gave a slow nod.

George and Dream backed off a little, allowing XD to unfold their arms and turn around to lay on their front. They giggled slightly as both Dream and George gasped.

“You have so many on your back!” George squealed with his delight as he already poked his fingers and traced along the scattered brown dots.

XD was already giggling to the pokes. “M-Mihihiy b-bahack is m-moHOHOhore expohohosed!” He tried explaining.

“XD can you feel this?”

There was a pause between George’s word and the poke that landed softly onto XD’s shoulder blade. The blonde God jumped with a small squeak.

 “Y-yehehes!”

George looked up to Dream, holding back his giggle as Dream grinned.

“Can you feel this?” Dream asked, poking down into the centre of XD’s back and watching his sibling arch his back with a squeak.

“Y-Yohou knohohow I cahahan!”

Dream and George kept their hands hovering over XD’s back, close enough that XD could definitely feel it. Dream could see the God’s skin jumping and shuffling under the almost attention.

“G-Guhuysss…?”

A silent signal passed between the two, and they pounced; both lowered their hands onto XD’s back. George tapped over the freckles, prodding them so lightly like he was softly working over a keyboard and wiggling his fingers every now . Dream’s fingers skittered along the middle of XD’s upper back, tracing over multiple freckles littered between XD’s shoulder blades

XD broke out into a mix of squeaks, giggles and chirps. They shuffled over the soft grass, wriggling from side to side but never once actually moving out of Dream and George’s reach. Their top arms folded under their head while their bottom set laid out, lazily gripping into the grass whenever Dream or George would hit a bad spot.

“You just have so many freckles back here, XD.” Dream cooed. “It’s impossible to count them all.”

Between the chirps and giggling, XD muffled into his arms. “Y-Yohou’re nohohot cohohounting th-thehem!”

“Well I’m trying to.” George huffed. “But Dream’s fingers keep getting in my way, and I have to start over again.”

XD hid further into his arms. “Yohohou lihihahar!”

George gave a mocking gasp to the accusation. XD knew it was all in good fun but grew tense when the tickling suddenly stopped and the two were silent. XD was tempted to pull himself up from his arms, but he knew just how red his face was and how much his freckles would stand out.

The tall God opened his mouth to call out to the two, but before any words could form a sudden laugh burst from his chest and surprised him, pulling him up out his arms and arching his back as Dream and George had both leaned down and pressed raspberries over his back.

“NahaAHAHahaAHA!! WHAHAHAHAHAT!”

One got him right between his shoulder blades while the other was on his lower back. The raspberries felt like they lasted forever, and even as they did fade out they were replaced by smaller faster ones, spread out all along his back in any space Dream or George could catch.

“STAHAHAHAP! P-PLEHEheheahAHAHSE! N-NOHOHO mohoHOHORE!”

Dream and George showed mercy. They stopped with the raspberries though their hands came back in to rub soothing circles along XD’s back, chasing away the ghostly tickles and melting him more into grass.

“You alright, XD?” Dream asked, moving himself up higher to be closer to XD’s head.

“He’s fine!” George shrugged off. “This is nothing compared to what he puts us through. Right XD?”

The God was still silent and they had grown still. Dream and George only started to get a little worried before there was movement again.

Suddenly XD turned himself over onto his back again and his arms launched out, engulfing both men into his sides.

“W-Wahait! Wahahit!”

“EHEX DEHE! NOoHOho!”

Both panicked at the assumed counter-attack, but XD’s hands weren’t tickling them. They were soothing them. The God was running his clawed fingers through the twos hair as his lower arms rubbed at their sides. His voice came out in barely a whisper, almost hushing them.

“Noho more t-tihickles…” XD mumbled. It was hard to tell if it was a plea, or a promise. Some of the giggles still lingered in his words, but he took in a breath, softly sighing it out and spoke again. “I’m too tired now…”

“W-Wehe’re not!” George exclaimed though he didn’t try to escape anymore.

Dream nodded in a half agreement with his frined. As the day was going on, the sun setting and the warmth getting to him again he was getting sleepier. But he was filled with a soft giddy type of energy. A certain mischief he wanted to continue. He suspected George felt the same. He could see the tell-tale signs of George’s slow blinks, and the red mushroom blush along his cheeks were fading away slowly as the minutes went by. Always an indicator to George’s mood.

“Yes you are.” XD said. “It’s time to sleep. Or a nap at least.”

“We’re not toddlers.” George huffed.

“I’m not tired.” Dream added though his voice didn’t sound as alert as he would have liked it to.

XD smiled. “Just try.” They encouraged.

It was hard to keep still when giddiness ran through the two, but Dream and George obliged to XD’s wishes. Somewhat. They shuffled to get comfortable and moved about but eventually they stilled and XD feel into a calm moment of bliss. His thoughts were drifting further and further away from him, all he had to focus on was the soft grass under him and the gentle warmth of the two pressed in his side. It was the perfect way to fall asleep. If the two could just keep still.

DreamXD felt the two shuffle at his sides again and gave a long exaggerated sigh.

[yurideification]

Describe yourself

My name is Rebecca Smith. I was brought up in, I think, a relatively normal household. We weren’t excessively rich or poor, but we managed. I wasn’t bullied at school, and I ended up passing into university with modest B’s and C’s, nothing exceptional. There, I studied economics for three years, before finding a job as a finance analyst at Abatea, a chemical firm here in Saint Vincent. I’ve been working there for the past three years, and I would say that my life has been pretty stable since then. I found a partner, we adopted a child together, and we’ve been living together since, both of us with separate, relatively high paying jobs. She works at a homeless shelter here nearby. I admire her in many ways. We have a good relationship. 

I try to be modest when I can, but I do naturally have a serious side that occasionally comes up. Last week, there was an inconsistency in our apartment contract, and I had to call our landlord with that voice to make sure he knew that I was serious. We had a chat, and the situation was resolved peacefully. I hope to lead a life where I can be respected for who I am, and eventually retire with perhaps a couple grandchildren to my name. I don’t have any major ambitions or many wants in my life, but I would like to, if possible, leave that behind as my legacy, and I hope my partner will be with me throughout it.

What do you usually wear? What do you put on when you wake up in the morning?

When I get up, I brush my teeth with mint toothpaste, wash my face with a gentle cleanser, and put on my moisturizer with SPF 30. For makeup, I use concealer under my eyes and around my nose where it gets red. I used to wear foundation but I don't anymore.

I apply black mascara, brown eyeshadow, pink blush, and tinted lip balm in a natural rose shade. The whole process takes twelve minutes, sometimes eleven if I'm efficient. My partner says I'm rigid about time, but I find it helps keep things in order. I've been using the same products and routine for three years now, and I see no reason to change it.

For work, I rotate between four pairs of black slacks, six button-up shirts in white and light blue, and two grey blazers. I have sensible black heels for client meetings and plain flats for regular office days. In winter I add a black wool coat. Everything matches everything else, which makes getting dressed straightforward. I buy new shirts every twelve months and replace the slacks when they show wear, usually every eighteen months.

What would you consider to be the biggest obstacle you're currently facing in your life?

Well, there's been this ongoing issue with our upstairs neighbors recently. Their washing machine makes this knocking sound in the evenings when we're trying to relax. I've mentioned it to them twice now, and they said they would look into it, but nothing has changed. I considered filing a complaint with building management, but that feels like it might be an overreaction. My partner says I should just use our white noise machine during those hours, which is a reasonable suggestion. I've also been meaning to speak with my direct supervisor about clarifying the deadline structure for our quarterly reports. The current system is a bit unclear when the due date falls on a weekend, and there's no official policy about whether they should be submitted the Friday before or the Monday after. It's not a major issue, but it would be helpful to have it documented properly.

God I really just don't want to write men. Figured out that doing a voice in my head while I'm trying to write a character helps me figure out their personality and like trying to do that with a man is lowkey giving me dysphoria so fuck it we're going for 7/7 women

[karumashadowchicken]

Hello again! Thank you for such an amazing hdc! I have another request today that has been keeping me up!! How about a oneshot soulmate au with slight yandere barbatos with a reader who is caring and smart (but sees his obsession as a cute quricky flaw despite what it is, to barbs surprise). Maybe Barbatos messed up somewhere in his stealthiness and the reader found out amd he thought he might have to reset the timeline but is confused and suprised by her not seemingly bothered and just shows kindness to him and insist on helping him with his chores etc. It doesn't matter which type of soulmate au you choose!

Maybe barbatos wasn't very interested in his soulmate until he meets her? Like he was aware and might feel a certain way but not enough to be yandere yet and when he mets them it just changes his world and it now makes sense why they are soulmates.

I hope this wasn't a difficult of a request, feel free to change it up if its easier or get a better idea!

I'm gonna be honest, I'm convinced that yandere Barbatos would believe him and his darling are meant to be, regardless of if it's int he soulmate au. I was meaning to take a break from my studies, and this seems like a great way to do that! (I'm learning German, and Russian for my class.) I've always admired the more intense sounding foreign languages.

Earl Grey tea, and learning Russian, quite the day.

Here we go!

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It was pouring rain as you stood there, watching rain paint the sidewalk a darker tone. turning to the sky, and closing your eyes. Sounds seemed ever surrounding. Every pitter-patter, from the rain against the ground, and the tapping as other drops hit your umbrella. Drops dancing down your coat, and splatter on your boots.

The skies darkening shades clouded the sky, as you walked home. Leaving the comfort of RAD, and it's dry insides, for the soaked ground, and wailing sky, Moonlight dancing on the trees leaves, on the path you found nice to take, on those days where you wouldn't mind being away for just a little bit longer.

Sometimes it was nice to let the rain fall, and soak your cloth. To let the rain wash away all the worries that surround your daily life. Letting the rain wash away your worries. Letting the rain lead your way. A small detour, to some near by shops, for temporary cover from the rain.

None seemed of interest though, until one caught your eye. Was it new? or had you just not seen it yet. A small tea shop of the corner of the plaza.

Tea, it always reminded you of Barbatos, maybe tea always tasted so good because he made it, but it couldn't hurt to try some.

It's a good thing you weren't home yet. The thing is that it wasn't supposed to rain so heavily, and you were supposed to get a message from Asmo asking you to hangout. A spa night, and movies, to relax, but with how heavy the rain was, your D.D.D wasn't receiving messages. Unfortunately, Barbatos hadn't thought about that.

He was a little preoccupied with not getting caught sneaking around in your room.

You were supposed to be out all night, so he wouldn't have any problems.

The tea shop was bland, and the rain didn't seem to be letting up, and though the smell of many teas, and the fresh rain was very delectable, it was time to head home.

You really did want to try some teas, so before you left you bought a small bag if loose leaf Earl Grey tea. (Earl Grey is my Favorite, I love when It's really strong and bitter.)

Everyone seemed very distracted when you arrived back at The House of Lamentation, so no one really noticed you. Lucifer was busy as always, Mammon, watching horror movies again with Levi, just to prove he wasn't scared, Satan, Asmo, and Belphegor relaxing and having a small spa day. While Beel ate most everything in the kitchen.

Smiling lightly, it was kinda nice to get a moment to yourself. Even if this place seemed to call to you them same way it did when Belphegor was hidden away. Secret passages still make you think, and hidden walkways that make you rack your brain. Pitter-pattering filling your senses again. The smell of rain, and the sound of it pouring. The window left open, so you could cool down.

It was relaxing to come home quietly, and enter your room. Placing your bag on your bed, saying hello to Barbatos, and- and what. Barbatos?

An odd silence spread across the room. Uhh... oh! "Do you know how to make loose leaf teas?" Barbatos was perplexed by the question, of course he knew how, but is that all you wanted to say to him? He recovered quickly though and retorted, "Yes, I do." He had noticed the tea branded bag that you placed on your bed. "Would you like me to show you how to make that tea you bought?" Nodding you handed him the bag, how walking to the kitchen with him. "so, what were you doing in my room anyhow?" He was quick to think of an excuse, "I was actually just looking for you." You smiled, and laughed to your self. "In my room?" He nodded, now retrieving the tea kettle, and strainer. "Without the light on?" He simply nodded, taking the finished tea, and leading to the living room.

"Your pretty weird Barbatos." You smiled, "It's kinda cute." Before trying the tea he had handed you. Bitter, but oddly sweet. It tasted like bitter memories, but was warm and familiar. It was perfect, "Is tea always this good, or just when you make it?"

"Thank you, y/n. I do consider myself a tea enthusiast."

A few minutes passed of comfortable silence, and tea drinking. The faint sound of rain, a fresh blend of tea, and the cozy atmosphere of the living room.

Barbatos honestly wasn't sure what to say, this wasn't supposed to happen. Though you do seem to be taking quite well.

"y/n, you look uncomfy, is everything alright?"Perhaps if he pretends snooping in your room was normal, then you wouldn't think anything bad of him. Or maybe you were already used to the brothers constant lack of the understanding of privacy.

"We should hangout again, Barbatos. Drinking tea with you is really nice." You thought, "Your really odd, and kinda unsettling, but also super cool."

That lead to a very interesting conversation about his fashion sense, then his demon form, finally landing on tea suggestions. In fact the talking went on for hours into the night.

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I might actually write a small series for this... it was more interesting than i though it'd be! Thanks for suggesting! :)

[cno-inbminor]

iterum vivere (childe/tartaglia)

a/n: wow, it’s been fucking forever. first genshin fic featuring childe/tartaglia!!! a very huge thank you to @suspensin​ for reading this over and being my rock and support, and i love her so fucking much. I couldn’t have finished this without her!

plot: reincarnation and modern/uni!au ft. afab reader!traveler with she/they pronouns x childe/tartaglia 

-- in which meeting childe is a bit of a dangerous game of push and pull

wc: 12.1k; angst + fluff

warnings:  DOES CONTAIN IN-GAME SPOILERS (1.5? 1.6? + story quest and idek) and NSFW MENTIONS (mdni to be safe). there’s no explicit smut but thoughts do run a bit wild here and there

EDIT: Altered ChiLumi version now posted on AO3 here!

“Haven’t we met before?”

The shine in your eyes does nothing to hide your curiosity, head even tilting a little in observation. He watches them scan his face for any recognizable features, but attempts to focus on the strange, taut string of déjà vu that pulls him toward you. In a moment of absentmindedness, he had heard a faint voice call out his name from your direction. Confusion overtook him as you weren’t looking at him, but something inside his brain said that it had to be from you. And so his feet redirected his path towards your figure in the student union building, as if on a mission.

“A fucking whale, Childe?”

Oh.

“I don’t think so…?” You trail off, curiosity now replaced by perplexed feelings. “Do we have a class together?”

I think I would’ve noticed you by now if you were.

“Ah, what’s your major?” Childe asks quickly to avoid listening to the little voice in his head.

“History and anthropology, you?”

“Economics, but I’ve taken a history course for core credits. Maybe it was then?”

“With Dr. Zhong?”

“Yes!” He snaps his fingers. Part of his brain decides to usefully function and scan his memories to see if he remembers your face or head of hair in the lecture hall then. “Last year? Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10 to 11:20?”

“Actually, yeah,” you affirm in surprise. You think you would remember the relatively attractive ginger in your class, but honestly, it had all been such a blur and you were often pretty sleepy during class. Dr. Zhong didn’t quite appreciate it, but you made up for it with your exam and essay grades, as well as paying better attention in some of his other courses.

“Did you need me for anything?”

“I’d like for you to come visit and meet my family.”

He’s really not appreciating this extra voice speaking for him.

“Well…uh…” Childe stammers and looks away sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. He honestly had no reason for approaching you, and now, he just looks like a desperate idiot. Think quick, he tells himself, floundering for some shitty excuse.

“I wanted to, uh, take another history course as an elective and um, wanted to know if you had any recommendations?”

“Oh,” you blink. That’s a first. When he meets your gaze, the swirling shades of sapphire strike something deep within you. Flashes of events you can’t make out go by in the blink of an eye, but then you realize you’ve been staring for too long. Blood rushes to your cheeks because you don’t exactly want this guy to get the wrong idea from you, because how are you supposed to explain, “I’m sorry, but I think we have met before, but just a really, really long time ago, and we might’ve been more than just acquaintances because that’s what it feels like?”

“I think you’d like Teyvat Mythology,” your voice wavers on the verge of cracking. “Dr. Zhong might have a TA this time around, but Xiao’s a great teacher. Doesn’t have long, rambling anecdotes, but explains things well and gets straight to the point.”

“C-cool, I’ll look into it,” Childe replies and smiles brightly. “I’ll head out then,” jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, where he just realized he left a grouchy Scaramouche waiting by a vending machine, newly purchased Starbucks Tripleshot drink in hand. “Nice seeing you, (y/n).”

He scurries off before you both realize that you never told him your name.

“Who’s that?” Scaramouche asks, jutting his chin in your vague direction.

“Someone from my Intro to Liyuean History course last year,” Childe waves off. “Come on, let’s go before the line at the pasta bar gets too long.”

-

The next time you see Childe is by accident, traversing across an open field of grass that many students like to sit out on to relax with friends, sunbathe, hold events, or play casual team sports if room permits.

You had your earbuds in and were scrolling through social media when laughter rang above all other sound, causing your head to snap up and swivel around to find the source. And while it might’ve been strange to an outsider, your steps immediately slowed as you watched the man of your tiring, vivid dreams sprint in your direction, eyes pinned on a frisbee heading towards him.

He’s wearing a grey sports tank and basketball shorts, headband holding back his bangs as he makes a slight jump in the air to catch the plastic disc between his palms. His feet plant into the grass as he looks for someone to pass it to, and you watch (with embarrassment) the muscles in his throwing arm relax and tighten with practice, frisbee steadily soaring through the air in a beautiful arc towards a teammate. He then lightly jogs to get closer to his group, but then his back stiffens.

Before your instincts kick in for you to turn and bail, he looks over his shoulder and stares straight at your now stunned self.

The sole ruby earring that glints in the sunlight catches your attention, and you recall your dreams of terrifyingly dark, violet electric power, blades of water rushing toward you, and then the stomach-churning sensation of falling from great heights pours concrete into your veins—

Childe looks a little amused for having your sole focus, hand lifting up for a quick wave. And as you numbly return the greeting, your heart beats out, “Run from him.”

And so with the flight response pulsing and firing from your synapses, you abruptly speed walk away, almost breaking out into a sprint towards your dorm. You ignore his pointed, confused look, and pretend you don’t feel the two holes of imaginary fire searing into your back. It isn’t until you’re laying back in bed that you release a huge sigh of relief and pray to a deity you don’t believe in that those eyes of mirth will not haunt you tonight.

But of course, with a deity that doesn’t exist, the prayers go unanswered.

-

“Do you believe in any of the mythology you teach?” You ask Xiao about a few days later when you stop by his cubicle. Luckily, no one else is around for this conversation, and Xiao has always been kind enough to humor your thoughts. Granted, he might feel obligated because you had asked Dr. Zhong to be your advisor for your undergraduate Honors thesis, and Xiao was directed to be your receiver of some general questions and source of information if he wasn’t around.

A quick scan of your complexion tells Xiao everything he needs to know. Your eyes are overtaken with rumination and exhaustion, haziness clouding them as you seem to ponder over your own question. It’s not often that you ask him anything not related to your thesis or coursework.

“Perhaps there’s some sense and truth to the tales passed down,” he softly muses. “What makes you ask?”

You lift yourself to sit on the clean area next to his computer, legs slowly swaying back and forth. “It might sound crazy but...I’ve been having dreams lately. They feel too real, too natural to be anything that my mind would make up. I’ve never had the most creative imagination by any means, which is why there’s some comfort to me being a history major, but I can’t shake these.”

“So why ask me about the mythology?”

“...the Archons are there. I even dreamt that I met the Geo and Anemo Archons. And they controlled various elements, just like we were taught.”

You don’t notice that Xiao has ceased his rapid typing, fingers hovering over the keyboard before one hand removes his glasses from his face. He uses the other to rub his eyes and softly pinch the bridge of his nose before sliding the frames back on. Dark, golden amber eyes survey you as you grapple with the unfathomable possibilities of your nightly visions, at least until you shake your head in disbelief at yourself and lightly scoff.

“Who am I kidding?” You ask no one in particular. “Maybe I’ve been doing too much research and everything’s mixing together.”

“You’re ahead of schedule, if that provides any consolation.”

“Some.”

-

It takes Childe a grand total of one minutes and 53 seconds to sign up for Teyvat Mythology for the spring semester.

-

WInter in Liyue is only slightly miserable, being so close to the ocean. It’s chillier than usual on this dreary day, yet something compelled you to exit your dorm and shakily make your way to the campus coffee shop for a warm drink. Coffee, hot chocolate, you haven’t quite decided yet, but just as you let yourself bask in the warm building, familiar ginger hair and blue eyes wash away the comfort.

Or do they douse you in security?

They remind you of your recent dreams that now have shifted away from stress and violence to easygoing summer days by the oceanside, running barefoot in the sand while collecting beautifully patterned azure starconches. Sometimes, you thrust a hand towards an oversized four-leaf clover on a wooden stake with the power of wind and catch yourself in the air, soaring and looking around to find more of the little shells. Other nights, they consist of climbing steep cliffs, only to sit at the edge in the clouds with fatigue wracking through your system and marvel at the view before you.

Someone’s always with you though, ruby earring and maroon mask and cobalt blue gem hanging from the waist, sprinting with you, playfully tackling you down, pulling you up towards mountain peaks, laying their head on your shoulders, brushing their lips against your cheek--

You welcome the change of peace in those dreams, but only because they don’t leave you quite as tired the next day, as if you’d been avoiding an inescapable dark force.

Part of you wants the burning question of why this person, this man, in all his glory and brightness, affects you so fucking much when you barely even know the guy -- why looking at him sends your heart to lodge itself in your esophagus, why your lungs feel like they’re so close to being completely collapsed under the weight of his stare, why feeling like you’re trapped and  caught between wanting to run towards yet away from him.  It makes no sense, and you’re tired of trying to make sense of anything you don’t exactly want to remember from your dreams for some, once again, inexplicable reason.

But there’s no time to think as he quickly ambles towards you, your own feet shuffling forward to meet him in a warped reference of a distance that constitutes to “the middle” before you can stop yourself. Your shivering hasn’t quite stopped yet, and Childe seems to take notice of it.

“Pretty cold out there,”  he softly states. It’s cute, the way you’re curling in on yourself to retain some warmth.

“Y-yeah, not sure why I decided I really needed something warm to drink right now,” you reply and avoid his gaze. He watches you peer over his shoulder to squint at the menu display hanging from the ceiling, seemingly contemplating on what you should get.

“How about I get yours today? My treat for your class recommendation last time.” Anything to keep you here longer. Childe doesn’t realize how much he’s missed you, which confuses him, and chooses to ignore the fact that he’d been camping himself at the study tables in the building where the history department is located in hopes of even just catching a quick glimpse of you.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you immediately attempt to subvert his generous offer, hands shooting out from your jacket pockets and waving in rejection. “It was nothing.”

“Please?” Childe puts on his best puppy eyes before reaching for one of your wrists, gently tugging you to the register. “Just this once?”

You want so badly to squash the tiny flare of disappointment that erupts in your chest from the newly acquired knowledge that this was just a one time thing. Do econ majors hate to feel in debt? That they must be even with everyone, or would rather have people indebted to them than the other way around?

There’s no time to think when Childe gives the cashier his order before turning to you, and without wanting to waste anyone’s time, you rattle off your usual beverage. He’s quick in fishing out his student ID to spend some of his campus currency, shooting you a boyish grin when you pout at your half-opened wallet.

“Go take that table over there,” he says, pointing to one in the corner by some windows. “I’m gonna tell my friends to go on without me.”

“I didn’t mean to intrude or pull you away from them,” you slightly panic. The sooner you can leave, the better. Right? “You don’t need to sit with me, I was just gonna head back to my dorm.”

“I insist. Go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Why your brain takes his orders over your own is a mystery in and of itself, because before you know it, you’re plopped down in one of the lounge seats and staring off into space, mind reeling over the last two minutes. You pretend you can’t hear the way Childe’s friends nudge his arm playfully with their shoulders, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively as Childe tries to get them to stop being nonsensical.

“You’re gonna scare them off,” he hisses at them, hands pushing at their backs so they could finally leave him to his devices.

“Not before you do!” One of them laughs and Childe groans at their antics. “All right, all right, we’ll go. They’re cute though, might steal them if you don’t make a move.”

The darkening of the aura surrounding Childe is too quick for them to fully process, not before he dampens any of their fleeting hopes with a, “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

But it disappears just as fast when his and your drinks are called out, and he gives them one last shove before retrieving your to-go cups. Childe directs all his focus towards the seat diagonally from yours as opposed to the one that’s straight across, and you’re sharply ripped away from whatever reverie you let yourself slip into.

“Thank you,” you murmur, hands cupping the drink and feeling the heat seep into your fingertips. “You really didn’t have to, it was nothing big.”

“Can you blame me for just trying to find an excuse to finally talk to you?” He asks without a skip and you can’t tell if the quickening of your heartbeat is from a looming sense of doom or excitement. Those eyes, the tiny swirls of the ocean, blue like those shells buried in the sand--

It takes three seconds too long for you to understand where he was going with in his words, and part of you feels unamused at his smooth talking. You’ve always guarded yourself against guys like Childe, devilishly handsome who know their way around language semantics, ready to pull you in and just as ready to push you away. That (possibly unfair) bias, coupled with everything else you’ve been feeling for him, sounded the alarms and set the walls up around your heart. Perhaps you need to stop wearing your heart on your sleeve, because Childe immediately retracts his forwardness.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I promise I’m not looking for anything in return and you don’t owe me anything, but I really did just...want to sit and talk and...get to know you?” Childe trails off a little towards the end. Your body loosens up and relaxes just a tiny bit, feeling bad for your snap judgment. Let the guy do something nice, don’t look into it too much, you tell yourself. It’s a coffee, not a five-course dinner.

You reach out a hand towards him, small smile across your lips, ready for his to join yours in a quick handshake. “I’m (y/n), senior history and anthropology double major. It’s nice to meet you.”

The pounding of your heart against your ribcage has nothing to do with the shimmering of his eyes, nothing to do with the fact that his hand fits with yours just right, and nothing to do with the fact that an eerily similar voice from your dreams whispers, “I love you.”

You learn a number of things about Tartaglia in the four hours, like his family members and their respective interests, which classes he did and didn’t enjoy taking, certain takes on Schnezhnayan politics, his own various hobbies, crazy accidents from the occasional college parties, and more. He’s a bit of an open book, probably telling you way more than any regular person would, and definitely more than anything you revealed during all this time. Everything you tell him seems surface level, nothing too deep. The walls are still there to protect you from the unexplainable, profound feelings his presence seems to elicit, and luckily, he doesn’t prod any further. Childe feels the resistance and respects it, which just adds more brownie points in your book, and you almost feel bad for having given so little in return.

“I wish we were taking Teyvat Myth together,” he sighs when walking you back to your dorm, hands stuffed in his pockets. His ruby earring catches the light from the sunset, the shade almost complimentary to the golden amber rays that streak across the sky. “Would’ve helped having a history major in there.”

“Is that all I am to you, an answer bank?” You jokingly ask, but he watches concerningly as you shoot your gaze to the ground, mindfully stepping over the cracks between concrete slabs.

“Of course not,” a gentle sincerity reaches you, giving you the confidence to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry for making it sound like that, it wasn’t my intention. I really just meant it as a way of saying if the professor or TA ended up being a total bore, then well, having you would make it more fun.”

“I’m sure I’d bore you even more,” chuckling, speeding up to get away. You’re growing too comfortable in whatever atmosphere Childe has created, like an enclosed air bubble bobbing gently in the depths of the sea and letting the waves carry you both to whichever ends of the earth.

“Hey,” he interjects, hand reaching out to stop you with a soft yank of your wrist. There is no resisting force from you, feet stepping backward until he meets you eye to eye. It’s unfair in the way that he can render you motionless by standing just an inch from you, arms brushing with his head tilted closer to your own. “Seriously, I’m glad we did this today. Are you?”

No, because now I don’t know what to think, I don’t know who you are, I’m not any closer to figuring out why you terrify yet leave me so enamoured with you, I’m torn between punching and kissing you and--

“Yes,” you subconsciously answer, brain immediately short-circuiting to scold yourself. “I had fun.”

His grin, charming, devilish, is so so bright, bright enough to rival the Liyue sun that sits on the pier, on the edge of the ocean, bright enough to rival the love that your fraternal twin showers you with on a daily basis. You want time to stop right here because you’re almost sick of the voice settled deep within your heart that screams, “Don’t get comfortable, you must run from him!”

“Good. Let’s do this again?” And you nod, of course you do. Foolish you. “Don’t be a stranger!” He calls out as he turns on his heel and waves over his shoulder, hand raised in the air, and you’re suddenly transported to another scene, a less refined version of the Liyue Harbor, watching as the head of ginger hair with a red mask in a flashier attire of grey and maroon walks away from you and onto a roaring, magnificent ship; big, ivory sails only seen in books and museums. It’s the same gesture of “see you later”, and just before he turns, you blink, and you’re back to seeing your campus again.

But Childe does look back once, warm and content that you’re still standing there, watching over him, and he can’t help but think about when he can spend time with you again, because suddenly, it truly feels like there’s not enough of it anymore.

-

“Excuse me, what’s a Red Bull?”

The last thing, or person rather, you expect to see on the last day of finals for the fall semester, is a small boy who looks way too young to be here, tugging on the sleeve of your windbreaker. He’s at most eleven, ten maybe, but he has eerily similar characteristics, as well as an accent that doesn’t quite belong to most Liyue natives. Still gathering your bearings from your own perusing of the fridges that hold all the possible beverages a college student could consume, you kneel down until you’re at eye level with the child.

“Repeat that for me? Are you looking for a Red Bull, you say?”

“Yes!” He beams and holds out a student ID that most definitely doesn’t belong to him. “My brother asked me to grab him one because he was busy with something.”

Your eyes flit over to the top shelves where the aforementioned cans of caffeine are located, and definitely too high for someone of his height to reach. “I’ll grab one for you. Did he ask for a specific flavor?”

“Nope, he said regular. Thanks, you’re really nice! Do you know my brother?” He asks, waving the ID at you so you can get a better look at the name. That’s definitely a face you recognize, but the name leaves you confused.

“Yeah, um,” glance over again, “I know...Ajax…”

“He’s the best toy seller in the whole world!”

Somehow, it suits him much better than Childe or Tartaglia, and you’re not quite sure what toys have anything to do with the matter at hand. Speaking of hands, the little boy grabs yours in sheer delight. “Can you take me back to his room? I kinda forgot the directions he told me, and everything’s so big around here.”

“Sure, just let me buy something, too, and I’ll take you.”

“Okay!”

The cashier isn’t the least bit fazed by the little brunette at your side -- it’s always common for family members to come in around the end of semesters to pick up kids or visit, and being an open building with snacks and drinks and a stopping point of most tours, they’ve seen it all. You even let him pick out a bag of chips and a candy bar for himself for being so polite and not a complete menace, paying with your own campus currency.

Teucer, as you’ve learned in the last two minutes, likes to point out things and ask you questions. Luckily, you have answers to most of them and do your best to pad the time, enjoying the feeling of a tiny hand wrapped around three of your fingers. It’s sweet to any normal passerby, believing they’re witnessing an older sister doting on their little brother around the holidays, but to Childe, seeing the tender sweetness on your face as you nod along to whatever Teucer is rambling about to you, sets his heart aflame. He’s already constantly on the verge of wanting to hug and kiss you and never let go, but you haven’t made any indication that you could potentially like him back, and this is just torture.

“Look what they bought me!” Teucer shoves his rewards in Childe’s face as if he had extremely poor eyesight, and you can’t help but laugh a little as you set his Red Bull down on his desk, clutching your own preferred beverage while looking around his room. Finals must have gotten to him with the unusual lack of tidiness in the small space, some laundry strewn here and there, a couple boxes of eaten microwave dinners in the metal wire trash can, some textbooks left open and marked with more sticky notes than you’ve ever seen. You’d only been here once before to drop off some food that he desperately messaged you about, stuck doing a project that he just couldn’t step away from.

“Pretend you don’t see the mess,” Childe pleads, handing a kid tablet to his brother but holding on before Teucer can take it. “What do you say to our nice friend here for buying you these snacks?”

“Thank you!”

“It was nothing,” you shyly smile, ruffling his hair. “I enjoyed meeting you.”

“Wait, what’s your name again?”

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Okay, (y/n)! Wait…(y/n)..as in…”

Teucer trails off and gives a look to his brother, one that spells curiosity and trouble, before he grabs your hand and pulls you into a corner. Any movement Childe makes to leave his desk chair is immediately squashed by Teucer’s disapproval, and the older man is left to helplessly worry when you’re told to squat down so secrets can be whispered into your ear.

“He talks about you a lot whenever he calls home,” and you want to laugh at Tecuer’s attempt to sound as scandalous as possible. “All the time! I think he likes you, like, like like.”

Oh. Oh dear.

“What makes you say that?” You whisper back, indulging both yourself and him, yet also internally snickering at how troubled Childe looks.

“Sometimes, he video calls mama, but we’ll all sit around and talk, and whenever he’s talking about how he saw you or something, he just looks...happy. Really happy.”

The surprise on your face does nothing to settle Childe’s nerves and he’s about to start wringing his hands together. Whatever Teucer was telling you couldn’t be good, probably embarrassing, like the one time he unceremoniously fell on his ass while ice skating over a frozen lake, or when he tried fitting fifteen marshmallows in his mouth and nearly choked on them when their mother caught them in the act, or--

“I think he just thinks of me as a good friend,” you try to inform Teucer, not letting yourself get any semblance of hope. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“If you say so,” Teucer pouts. But then he stops whispering and bounds over back to his brother, grabbing the tablet before plopping down on the half-made bed.

“Look, I was overconfident and thought I could execute a perfect single loop on the ice, but there was a rock and I lost balance and--”

“I wasn’t being told any stories about you falling on ice, but do tell me more,” you chuckle and take some joy in watching the blush spread across his cheeks. It’s easy to tell that he’s mentally berating himself for jumping to conclusions.

“Well, first off, thanks for buying him all that, and my drink, too,” he sighs. “I spoil him enough as it is.”

“I can see why it’s hard not to,” you smile knowingly. “So is it just him here? Where’s the rest of your family?”

“Funny story, he somehow managed to convince my parents to let him come here on his own as his first ever plane flight, so I had to pick him up yesterday from the airport. He’s flying back with me tomorrow.”

“And the RA?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.

“Ah...well...what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him? Speaking of, what was Teucer whispering to you about?”

There’s a pensiveness that overtakes you when you look at Teucer again, who’s happily playing some sort of game and completely oblivious to the rest of his surroundings. You won’t, can’t, take his words to heart, and will take them with a grain of salt at most.

“Nothing important. Although I did learn something new...Ajax?”

“Say my name -- fuck, say it, please--”

“I guess cat’s out of the bag,” he chuckles and looks away, absolutely unaware of the flare of heat that swirls in your stomach from the fleeting vision just now. “I came up with other nicknames as a kid to seem cooler, and they just stuck with me. Plus, the business world is full of people who just want something from you, or just a transactional relationship. I’d rather not give my real name to them, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s fair,” you nod and lean to sit on the edge of his desk. A thought pops into your head and you turn the words over in your head like a washing machine on the spin setting, teeth gnawing on the flesh of your bottom lip. If Teucer hadn’t been in the room, he would’ve been this close to kissing you.

“But if it’s worth anything,” your voice slowly, softly starts, cautious and wary of your thoughts. “I think...Ajax suits you best.”

Curse fate. Curse the legendary Archons. Curse karma and deities and spirits because all he wants to do right now is stand and tower over you, trap you between himself and his desk so you can’t escape, take those pretty lips between his until they’re bruised and swollen because of him, hear you call out his name in the throes of pleasure so he can finally replace his fantasies with tangible memories. The unnatural, magnetic pull that draws him to you is unbearable now -- he feels like he’ll lose the last tendrils of his sanity if he doesn’t do something.

You can’t stop him from slowly reaching out to grab one of your hands, lifting it towards him until he’s close enough for you to feel his breath ghost over your knuckles. It sends a shiver down your spine and blood is pounding in your ears because you can’t begin to fathom what he’s thinking about while doing this, even more so when his lips make contact with your skin and your breath hitches, stuck in your throat as he languidly peeks at you beneath his eyelashes with a heated gaze, then lowly confessing, “My name sounds best when you say it.”

Good heavens.

It’s difficult to swallow and keep your composure, especially when Teucer yells out in glee over, what you can assume, beating something in his game, and Childe drops your hand. But his dilated pupils don’t retract in the slightest, refusing to let you look away so that maybe, you can understand what he’s trying to convey to you. He’s taking the first step because he’s terrible and can’t contain his self-control anymore, pushing the ball into your court, ready for you to either play or exit into the sidelines.

When you do blink, there’s a vision of your naked body wrapped around another, limbs clinging desperately to a sturdy and panting frame. Lips, much like the ones that have seared themselves onto your knuckles, are at your neck and sucking, biting, before moving to your ear and laying filthy words into them that drive you closer to the edge. It all happens so fast that you feel you’ve just experienced whiplash, yet also feeling secondhand embarrassment at how lewd some of these thoughts have been.

You can’t stay here any longer.

“I-I have to go,” spills off your tongue before you can really think about it. The way the haze shatters in his eyes is heartbreaking in its own way, but there’s no time for you to explain. Your brain is in overdrive and eager to run, run, run. It detects danger on all fronts, but you muster out a, “H-have a good break, come find me next semester, mmk?”

And you’re out the door with inhuman speed. When the door clicks shut, only then does Teucer look up from his screen and frown at the lack of your presence. “Where’d they go?”

Chlide doesn’t seem to hear him, and Teucer has never seen his big brother look so sad and confused before.

-

He holds on to that last tendril of hope, because mark his words, he will find you come January.

-

After about a week at home, enjoying the festive time with his family and mildly unconcerned about next year’s courses because that was a problem for another day, Childe has his first, crazy, nonsensical dream.

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he snaps awake and his body aches with exhaustion. Not only are his joints in agony, he also feels like he’s sporting unforeseen bruises, which makes absolutely no sense because he hasn’t done anything that would warrant them, no matter how much he and his brothers do some rough-housing. His night of sleep was all consumed by flashes and scenes of weapon fighting, lucid enough to remember feeling his arms flex and wield bows and double-headed polearms and being cognizant of all the enemies??? surrounding him. They ranged from deranged looking monsters, floating beings with soulless masks, and large humans in electricity-padded armor, to behemoth machines in the sky that could leave you within an inch of your life thanks to a drill for a hand?!

But what’s even worse is that you seem to have managed a deal with Morpheus himself and infiltrated his dreams. You were there, too, sometimes fighting with him, sometimes against him, much to his dismay, and while it was nice, he just didn’t get it. Why the friendliness and hostility? Why was there an anger that overtook him when looking directly at you, parrying your blade and sending harmful arcs of water toward your figure?

Why did he relish the fear in your eyes when he darted towards you with electricity cracking through the air?

There’s an overwhelming sensation now to grab his phone to text you and apologize -- for what, he can’t fathom and there are no words to accurately convey what he’s thinking. “Hey, sorry for wanting to kill you in my dream :( “? Or “Sorry for being a friend but then stabbing you in the back, but then being nice to you again”?

And the only thing that really made sense was the serenity and contentment that would course through his veins as the two of you danced around on ivory sandy beaches, picking up shiny blue starconches and taking down more weird creatures; the breathlessness when you would fall back into the water and re-emerge to reconfirm his beliefs that you were one of the most beautiful humans he’d ever laid his eyes on; the love--

Hold the fuck up.

He doesn’t love you. He likes you a whole lot and he’s severely and deathly attracted to you, but he doesn’t love you. Your existence has only been made known to him for about two months, and he didn’t really start talking to you until three weeks in. So no matter how comfortable he feels with you, no matter how much he wishes that you were sleeping peacefully next to him so his nights wouldn’t feel so lonely, it was too early, too hasty, to say that he loves you.

“I’ve been wondering, why didn’t you bring them home?” His mother asks him out of nowhere during breakfast, all to add to this extremely tumultuous roller-coaster morning he’s been having. All he wants to do is eat his bowl of milk and cereal, then potentially go back to sleep before fulfilling his promise to go with his siblings to the nearby skating rink. It takes everything in him to not choke on his spoon of grains.

“Agreed, didn’t you mention they didn’t really have any family to go back to and that the move to Liyue was semi-permanent?” His father chimes in, laying a quick peck on his wife’s temple. “It’s never fun to spend the holidays alone.”

“They would’ve felt like they were intruding,” Childe replies quietly, stabbing his bowl a few times before scooping up another spoonful of cereal to his mouth. “I know we’re friends, but we haven’t known each other for that long, and maybe they’d be uncomfortable because that’s a lot honestly…”

“You don’t know until you try,” his mother sings and pats him on the shoulder. “We do have a guest room after all.”

“For them and their twin?”

“And quite a comfortable futon with enough blankets.”

Childe smiles fondly at his parents’ kindness. He can only imagine what this winter break would’ve been like now -- you and your twin floating around, trying to help out with certain chores, sitting by the fireplace and watching TV, huddled up with mugs of hot chocolate, playing board games with everyone and engaging in all the shenanigans…

Laughing. Loving. Grinning. Basking.

Handing over one of his hoodies to you as a sick way of torturing yet blessing himself for seeing how lovely you look in his clothes, standing silently in the doorway as you attempt to help out with mealtimes next to his mother, watching you run around in the backyard and dodging his siblings’ snowballs while lodging a few of your own -- how wonderful it all would be.

But he squashes it down as quickly as possible, because you escaped his grasp. You ran away from his advances temporarily and even though you gave him permission to seek you out come the spring semester, he worries that you might take it back. Something will wake up inside of you to keep him out of your heart and your life, and he’s not confident enough at this point to believe there’s a good chance you will come spend the holidays with him and his family next year.

“Maybe next year, ma,” he sends her a hesitant, yet somewhat broken purse of his lips that’s just the least bit curved. It tells her everything he’s thinking, and the quick patting of his cheek lets him know she understands.

Half an hour later, Childe finds himself curled up on his side under the sheets, phone in hand as he stares at a blinking cursor. It shouldn’t be so hard to send a text to convey his holiday greetings, because that’s all it is -- part of him is becoming desperate and aching for some interaction with you, even if it’s just a text sent back for conventional social pleasantries. He’ll take it for now, right?

Before he can totally chicken out, his thumbs quickly type a, “Happy Holidays, (y/n) :)”, and it’s a little embarrassing how quickly after he hits the ‘send’ button that he tosses it over his shoulder so he’s not directly looking at it anymore. His heartbeat is too quick and he prays for no phantom vibrations or phantom sound notifications to avoid any disappointment of thinking he got a reply. It was a harmless text, yet he’s treating it like he just got assigned on a mission to go and murder someone for the first time. What will he do if you never text him back? Does that mean you really don’t want to talk to him? Are you dead in a ditch somewhere? Did you change numbers and not tell him? Did your twin get all the details and make the executive decision to block his number? Will he never get a chance to talk to you again, even if it’s about something in the Teyvat Mythology class next semester? Will you--

His shoulder screams in protest when he quickly flips himself over at the text notification sound, hands shakily unlocking his phone and opening up your conversation again. His heart rate significantly decreases, reaching back to its normal pace, especially as he reads the little words on his screen.

“Happy Holidays, Ajax ^^”

There is hope.

-

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

You’re huddled under the comforter of your twin’s bed, phone just peeking above the edge as you stare at it with a brightness in your eyes. For the most part, you had been sulking there, apart from meals and going back to your own room to sleep, and mentally berating yourself for the way you reacted to Childe the week before.

“He just texted me to say happy holidays,” shrugging to put on a facade of indifference. It’s stupid that you’re trying to hide your feelings from your twin of all people, who could pick apart and identify your emotions in a heartbeat. A roll of his eyes lets you know that you haven’t fooled him at all.

“So you think that whatever comment he made, which was very suggestive and indicative of clearly non-platonic feelings, was just something...friendly? Remind me again how you came to that conclusion?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking!” You whine, looking around to see if there was anything you could toss at him. “It’s just, with everything, all the dreams and stupid gut feelings, I just -- I don’t know, okay?? I can’t tell you enough how much I wish I had just kissed his stupid face and see where it goes from there.”

“Okay, gross, but don’t beat yourself up. Though...I do have a good idea on how to maybe get a good reaction out of him. You wanna go to the New Years’ celebration at Xiangling’s?”

“I think she’d threaten me with a knife if I didn’t. She wanted to go shopping at some point, too.”

“I’ll drop the overprotective brother act for one night, okay? One night, just to let this happen, and for your peace of mind.”

He does a fair amount of conspiring with Xiangling, a friend they met one time at a restaurant a couple years ago, even tagging along on the shopping trip. Together, the three of you find yourself a dress that Xiangling swears would make any person drool over you, including Childe, because at the end of the day, he was a person with the possibility of being attracted to you.

You think it’s a bit silly, but honestly, what do you have to lose at this point?

-

At 11:57PM on New Years’ Eve, Childe is standing outside in the freezing cold with his family, arms lifting up bags of sparklers and fireworks. They’ve driven out closer to the wild like they do every year, and everybody excitedly gets lighters ready, making sure someone’s got a clock out there that tells the seconds. As the younger kids open up the packaging and argue over which one to set off first, Childe’s phone vibrates in his coat pocket.

It’s 11:58PM when he manages to fish the device out and thank himself for buying gloves that are touch-screen friendly, excited to see that there are two texts from you, the latter reading, “Happy New Year!”. It doesn’t matter that you’re a little early, but he’s mainly intrigued by the fact a photo came before it. In his mind, you’re probably curled up with your twin brother, hopefully a selfie because wow, he misses your face.

He gets something else instead, and he is so glad that it’s dark outside and the electric lamp they have is too far away from him to draw any attention.

You have your arm around your brother’s waist and another girl’s that he doesn’t recognize, but it’s a full frontal view of your outfit, one that hugs your curves beautifully and shows more cleavage than he’s ever seen from you, sophisticated and elegant, yet fun and leaving enough to the imagination. There’s a bright smile coming from all of you, and you look like you’re at someone’s house or apartment with plenty of other people milling around in the back, but they don’t matter, not when all he can focus on is you.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, arousing, mind blowing, and gods, he wishes he could teleport to Liyue at this moment, find you, and kiss you right at midnight. Fuck the fact that he doesn’t exactly believe in superstitions like, “Kissing your significant other at midnight means you’ll last forever!” but he’s willing to take the chance with it on this night and the ones after, if he’s allowed. He tries not to think too much about pinning you against the wall and letting the world dissolve -- wants to be the one with the privilege to drag down that zipper and feel his bare skin on yours, and --

As Teucer starts yelling there’s only a minute left, he instinctively locks his phone and shoves it away out of anyone’s view. The last thing he needs is his family teasing him about ogling at your photo for a straight 50 seconds, wide-eyed and pupils on the verge of dilating, the visible breath leaving his mouth just a smudge more dense and prominent than usual.

The only thing he can do to distract himself from popping a boner in front of his parents is to join in on the countdown, making sure all the fireworks are set up correctly and grabbing a sparkler for himself. He waves it around with Tonia and promises to fulfill her wishes of taking one of those pictures right as she draws a pattern in the air. Their excitement is palpable and addicting, and even though the larger fireworks set off a few seconds after midnight hits, the nostalgia fills his lungs with fond memories and future wishes that they only continue this tradition for as long as possible, and hopefully, with you at his side.

-

When it’s 12:04AM, you get a picture message back of Childe bundled up in a black paletot coat, matching beanie and all, a gloved hand holding a sparkler and lips curved upwards, with a caption that says, “Happy New Year’s! See you soon :)”. You show it to Xiangling and your brother, both taking it as a win in their books, although the former does tipsily protest that there should be a better indicator of Childe’s brain breaking at how amazing you look right now. Maybe she’s prophetic, because another text chimes in and the words set you aflame, as well as suggestive whoops into your ears.

It’s a simple, “You look incredible btw”.

If you didn’t want to properly savor this moment, you would’ve found the nearest shot of the strongest liquor and tossed it back with abandon. But you want to remember the warmth in your veins that wasn’t from the alcohol or the heating, the fluttering of your heartbeat, the teeth-baring grin that you couldn’t fight off, the constant re-reading of those four words -- because they’re so different from everything you had been feeling before with him, the need for protection, the need to escape. Instead, you’d like to be in his arms right now and see for yourself how he’d look at you in this moment, and if he would take any action.

You want him to. So, so bad.

-

Childe spends his last week at home hating the fact that you’re just sitting around somewhere in Liyue, doing whatever you’re doing, probably doing some light preparation for your last semester of classes, and he’s not there to take advantage of all this free time and hang out with you. When classes start, it’ll be busy and hectic. You still have your thesis to finish and revise, and while that won’t eat up all your time, it’s still some that he’d want to fill in with his presence if he could. He debates whether or not he should ask for your schedule and compare it with his, maybe set up meetings every other day or propose that they all eat one meal together every day. Childe’s not quite sure of what you plan to do after graduation, as it hasn’t come up in conversation yet, but either way, he’s determined to stay in contact and make things work out. Long distance isn’t ideal, but with technology now, he’ll take it.

He feels a little bad for how excited he probably looked to be leaving home, uncharacteristic for the most part. His older siblings have already gone back to their respective homes, and it’s mainly Teucer and Tonia that worry and tear up when he starts packing his belongings. Tonia finds it unfair that Teucer got to meet you first and the latter makes sure to rub it into everyone’s faces. It’s hard for Childe to sleep on the plane because he’s thrumming with excitement, yet somehow even more nervous than usual when the plane hits small bouts of turbulence, and he doesn’t seem to relax until he sets foot back on campus.

He’s here. It’s January, and you’re physically closer to him than ever in the last two weeks.

-

“Found you.”

On the first day of classes, you’re sitting alone with some salad greens in a bowl, poking your fork at some scraps while you watch something on your phone, earbuds in and back towards the entrance of the canteen. It would explain the unannounced entrance of the very person who’s been at the forefront of nearly every thought in the last 96 hours, his fingers gingerly removing an earbud to surprise you as best as possible, and you startle in your seat.

Your heart kicks into overdrive when he hands you back your earbud and pulls out the seat next to you, setting his own plate of food down as he plops down in his chair. But then he says nothing afterwards, instead choosing to send you a cheeky grin before digging in. You’re left to slowly phase out of your state of shock, stuck between either running away or frantically texting your twin to come and save you even though he was off on a date with Keqing.

It’s not that you weren’t elated at the fact that Childe had done exactly as you told him last month, you just weren’t...prepared? It’s a shitty excuse and a cop out -- you’re mainly just having trouble with racking your brain to find the right words. What are you supposed to say? What should you do? Is it socially acceptable to lean over and kiss him on the cheek because that’s what you’d like to impulsively do at this very second??

“So you did,” you settle and steal a roasted potato wedge from his plate. It’s his turn to be taken by surprise, but he gets over it much quicker than you do. In fact, he spears two wedges and drops them in your bowl, smiling at you as best as he can with a mouth full of food. You give them your thanks before the silence settles in again.

“Did you have a good break?” He asks before his next bite.

“I did. You?”

“It was nice. My parents said I should’ve brought you and your twin home to spend the holidays with us. Can’t say it didn’t cross my mind before finals.”

Holy shit, what? “We couldn’t intrude like that, but that’s really nice of you guys.”

“That’s okay, there’s plenty of chances to visit later.”

You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows. “But we graduate this semester?”

Childe challenges you with one of his own eyebrows raised. “And? Are we never gonna see each other again?”

Honestly, the possibility had occurred to you. You aren’t entirely sure of Childe’s plans after graduation, and if that meant he was staying in Liyue or going back to Snezhnaya or even moving to Inazuma or Mondstat. While people preach on and on about how lasting friendships and relationships are often formed during college, you believe it’s more common to slowly drift apart as life gets busier. And if Childe moved away, or if you did, it’d be hard to consistently keep in touch with 10 hour workdays.

The thought saddens you, regardless. You like him so much and you’re glad that he was even in your life to begin with, because as unbelievable as it sounds, seeing him was almost akin to the feeling of coming home. Amidst all your nerves, your confusion, your spiraling thoughts, something deeply sated in your heart was a comfort that you found with very few people in your life whenever in his presence.

The thought of leaving and never looking back somehow doesn’t feel new -- it’s bittersweet, but the air in your lungs feels like it’s surrendered to something, like it was to be expected.

“You can’t just leave without telling me--”

“It was last minute! I had no choice!”

“You could’ve written up a message, anything--”

“Can you imagine the position you’d be in if the message got intercepted? I wouldn’t have been safe, she’d make you come after me--”

“As if you’d be any safer in Inazuma of all places! That’s the one place I can’t easily get to!”

“I can take care of myself, Childe, I don’t need you to protect me.”

“This isn’t about me protecting you, (y/n) and -- stop walking, will you?!”

“Then what is this about?” You spin on your wheel with eyes aflame. “Why are you so angry with me? It’s normal for me to disappear for weeks at a time, why was this any different?”

“Because you could’ve died!” He yells back in despair, chest heaving. Your silence is his cue to continue. “You could’ve died and I wouldn’t have known until much later. You could’ve died and all I’d ever think about were the things I never got to say to you, and how I wish I had treated every day with you like it was our last.”

It isn’t hard to tell that you’re stunned and at a complete loss for words. Childe often hides behind facades of charm and wit, and only when he is truly weak does he choose to be this vulnerable, baring his heart for you to see.

“I only have two nightmares in this world. One, my family being harmed in any way. Two, reading in a report or hearing from an agent that you’ve been captured and killed.”

“I like to think that we will.”

His hand reaches out to lay on top of yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “Well, let’s make the most of it this semester.”

Conversation afterwards is easy, filling each other in on holiday activities. Childe speaks extensively about several family traditions and you listen with rapt attention, basking in how fond he is of all of them. Even as you both bring your dishes to the return belt and leave, he immediately offers to drive you both somewhere to get boba, noticing your reluctance to part ways. But boba shops have to close, and you both have class tomorrow morning, and you’re both finding any excuse to keep talking, even if that means sitting outside your dorm building on a nearby bench.

You eventually bid each other good night’s and see you later’s, him refusing to walk away until the heavy door locks shut behind you after you swipe your student ID, and you looking over your shoulder to watch his figure disappear into the night.

-

True to his intentions, Childe makes great efforts to meet you at least once a day, and he can’t get enough. Each parting from you tugs and tugs at his heart, as if there’s a high possibility you’ll never want to see him again the next day, and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Your twin and Childe get along well for the most part, and he even meets Xiangling on one of her shifts at her regular restaurant, who sends you a salacious wink and an eyebrow wiggle over his shoulder that nearly causes you to burst from embarrassment.

February rolls over without a hitch, even if you’re a little disappointed that Childe didn’t make a move for Valentine’s Day. Granted, you two still spent time with each other and he’s so darn physically affectionate and he bought you a carnation from the event his dorm held, but you wish you had the guts to fess up and just kiss the man.

It’ll happen some day, you tell yourself. You have time before graduation.

Two days before the end of the Friday that would signal the start of Spring Break, you wake up in a cold sweat, mind reeling and head splitting, heart so so heavy, as a connection is made between your present and your dreams. Not long after, there are tears streaming silently down your face and into your open palms placed in your lap, and you sit in shock as everything comes back to you. Memories are such treasured burdens, you realize.

For the most part, you had gotten used to the dreams, choosing to take charge of what you know and feel now with Childe over succumbing to some strange neurological premonitions. Especially in your dreams when many people’s faces were blurred over and hazy, and the only things you could rely on were voices, touch, and other physical features. You thought that maybe your mind was just playing tricks by transposing Childe’s hair onto a body that was also strikingly similar to his, but for the first time last night, you could see each defining feature on his face as clear as day.

The sight of his figure arching gracefully over yours, the water arrows that appeared out of thin air, the back that protected you from some military men, the voice that said, “Hey girlie, hold still.”

And that was when you had snapped awake to your current state.

Past the initial shock and uncontrollable tears, you soon bent over as sobs wracked your chest, overwhelmed by all the emotions and the pain the memories brought you; losing your twin, finding him to only be left with even more questions after roaming for decades and decades, meeting all your loved ones throughout Mondstat and Liyue, fighting yet falling so hard for Childe, feeling the fear when facing his Foul Legacy form, hating him for Osial, loving him, breathing heavily as the tip of your blade was pointed at his neck and his own just centimeters from yours, tendrils of water inching closer and closer--

Everything makes sense now.

When you meet your twin for lunch at the cafeteria, you pay no mind to the fact that you’re in public and hug him harder than you ever have in years. He’s already a little alarmed that your eyes seem swollen and you look like finals came two months early, but when he asks what’s wrong, all he gets is a shake of your head and nothing more than, “Just a bad nightmare. I love you, y’know that?”

“I love you too?”

“Don’t sound so unsure, now let’s go and get in line before they run out of Jueyun Chili Chicken.”

Even when you meet Xiao later in the early evening to talk about your thesis, you find yourself holding back more tears just two minutes in, reminded of his past and his own life, and he’s moderately concerned, hesitantly handing you a tissue from the corner of his desk when a stray tear escapes. “Is everything okay?” He hesitantly asks, really hoping that he didn’t do anything to make you cry.

“No,” you almost wail and sniffle while dabbing at your eyes. “Sorry, it’s just been a really long day.”

Xiao’s inquisitive gaze softens, remembering how hard undergraduate life could be sometimes. Graduate school was a whole other level, but that shouldn’t discount your own personal difficulties. Plus, in all of the year and a half that he’s known you, you’ve never broken down like this before in front of him.

“You work really hard, Xiao,” you continue, and he’s not sure where this is coming from. “You’re always so helpful and willing to work with me and answer my stupid questions and like-- you practice self-care, right?”

Xiao nods as a white lie, but it seems to comfort you. Maybe too much because you pull him in for a quick and unexpected hug, and you both decide to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow.

As per usual, you wait for Childe to join you for dinner since you finished up earlier than expected. It gives you more time to think about everyone from Mondstat -- Kaeya, Diluc, Lisa, Jean, Amber...funny to think that some things never changed as you compared their past version to the ones you know now.

“Mora for your thoughts?”

There’s a peace that warms your heart when you hear Childe’s voice, one that forces you to smile at him as he sits down next to you. “Just thinking about old friends.”

“I have to admit, I’ll be a little jealous if it’s another guy taking up more space than me in that pretty brain of yours.”

What a flirt. This man isn’t good for your heart. “Who said you had any to begin with?”

He dramatically places a hand over his heart. “You wound me, (y/n). How will I ever recover?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you snicker. Childe reaches over to pinch your cheek and you bat at him in protest. Easily, he grabs one of your hands and simply pulls you towards the food lines, knowing that you’ll stop fighting back soon.

Part of it feels strange now to feel and see his hands with no leather gloves on.

“Childe,” you start halfway through your meal, continuing after he hums back in reply. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

He freezes briefly, but recovers so quickly that if you hadn’t been watching so closely, you wouldn’t have noticed. “I think it’s neat, the idea of having past lives. Why do you ask?”

What he really wants to ask is if you’ve been having those dreams, too; if he’s starring in your nights like you have been in his.

“Just a thought, especially since you’re taking Teyvat Myth now, too.”

“Do you...do you think if there was a past life, that we knew each other?”

There’s something about the look of content on your face before you meet his gaze -- he thinks that you know more than you’re letting on but you’re holding back for some reason. He wants to know what’s going through your brain right now, why the fondness in your eyes sends a jolt through him like he’s been searching for it all his life, if you know anything about this magnetic pull between you two.

“I like to think that we knew each other well.”

-

Even though the first day of your returned memories was somewhat eventful, you couldn’t help but feel yourself wanting to pull back from Childe -- at least, until you can successfully compartmentalize which emotions belonged to you past self and which ones belonged to your current mindset. You didn’t quite agree with his duties and his affiliation with the Fatui back then, even if he had his reasons that did make sense, to some degree.

The killing, the threatening, so intent on stealing Rex Lapis’s Gnosis in the name of the Tsaritsa, summoning Osial as a mean to an end -- and you definitely can’t forget how stubborn he was in not listening to your protests, so caught up in his brain that you had betrayed him and sent you plummeting to a near-death experience despite his earlier promise of no intention of killing you specifically.

Everything had been toeing a faint, thin line with Childe then. Undeniable chemistry and tension, guarding yourself for yours and Paimon’s safety, slashing at Fatui agents, whispering out pleas and affirmations of “I’m yours” while riding him, sometimes having to sneak out in the mornings…

The only thing you don’t remember is how everything ends -- maybe it’ll come back to you eventually, but for now, you think you’re okay not knowing.

If Childe still doesn’t remember anything from back then, you think it’d be unfair to spend time with him in all your conflicting emotions, even when it’s spring break, where you have so much more hours in the day to be with each other than normal. Fun plans around Liyue had been made, like a two-day one-night trip to Yaoguang Shoal, and you’re this close to cancelling on him.

But he had been looking forward to it so much, even made most of the preparations for it. Who are you to rob that joy from him when it was you who couldn’t figure out your own shit? Are you self-destructing?

Perhaps.

Before you know it, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car, staring out the window at the scenery. Somehow, it pleased you to see that the nature of Liyue had been carefully preserved over the many centuries despite its development into the modern age. You get lost in picking apart the differences between then and now that you don’t notice how quiet you’ve fallen and Childe looks over worriedly when you show no reaction to your favorite songs playing on the stereo.

Even when he calls your name once, twice, nothing gives as you clearly have tuned everything out. So he leaves you be until there’s about half an hour left on the drive, unable to hold back and succumbing to reach over for your hand. You startle so strongly that he almost feels bad for having done it unannounced. But what’s even more disturbing is that this isn’t really the first time.

You’ve been talking to him less, often sitting quietly and staring off into another world that he can’t seem to reach. His texts are answered less frequently and with less wit and enthusiasm, so much so that he just appreciates you still show up to see him. Each time he asks if you’re okay, you always affirm that you are. He’s had a hard time believing you, but Childe believes you’ll tell him when you’re ready, surely.

It’s a little ironic yet fateful that Childe planned to bring you here, of all places. In the past, you had spent many days and nights running around in the sand with him, fighting slimes and hilichurls and collecting starconches for him. You remember laying on a large towel next to him as you both looked up into the sky, pointing out stars and constellations while sharing endless kisses away from prying, spying eyes.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” you sincerely apologize.

“It’s okay, I just wanna make sure you relax while we’re here. This is supposed to be a vacation.”

“You’re right,” you agree and squeeze his hand. “Let’s make the most of it before we become adults who are too busy to have fun like this again.”

And you do. Childe rented a small beach cabin (rich boys) closer to one end of the shoreline, just big enough with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen with a dining table. You help him bring in your bags and some groceries bought the night before, setting them down quickly so you can peer out the window again to take in the view. Childe picked a good time, too. Although it’d be a little chilly at night, the day was still warm and mainly overcast with clouds.

“What do you say we change into our swimsuits and head down to the water?”

“Sure.”

Childe hadn’t really been expecting for you to step out in a large, casual tee and gym shorts, one shoulder exposed. He might have been hoping to see a little more skin, but his mother didn’t raise a chauvinistic pervert for a son.

The light in your eyes as you both approach the water is everything he had been missing the last few days, your excitement and joy contagious. As soon as you place everything down on the sand, you kick off your flip flops and leave him behind to step into the water, giggling at feeling the waves crash over your ankles and bring sand between your toes. Childe approaches you from behind and starts smearing sunblock on the back of your neck, to which you just grin beautifully at him in thanks and he has to fight off the desire to kiss you right then and there.

You’re too caught up in embracing the ocean afterwards to feel the shrinking distance between you two, mistaking his warmth for the general spring air. It isn’t until he’s done with your shoulders that he hands you the bottle to leave you to do the rest of your body, and when you turn to thank him, he’s much closer than you remember. His eyes are gentle, holding your gaze and almost daring you to look away first.

But if there’s one thing you can place without a shred of doubt, it is the unmistakable look of love, because you had seen it many, many times before without knowing until later what it meant.

How so incredibly lucky you were to have Childe back in your life now, loving you all the same, and with no life-threatening barriers. Fate or the Archons have given you a second chance, and you’d be damned to take it for granted.

Childe welcomes your lips against his, wasting no time to bring you into his arms so you’re pressed against him as much as possible. He can’t care for the overt public display of affection because this is everything he’s wanted for months now, waiting patiently for you to give him permission to make you his. Your lips are incredibly soft and pliant against his as you first kiss him patiently, then applying more force and desperation to taste more of him. He mirrors you, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other on your neck with a thumb extended to your jawline, teeth moving to nip at your bottom lip. It’s dangerous, the way you smile against his lips, and when he sinks his teeth in deeper before pulling back, your quiet mewl nearly drives him over the edge.

But you’re in public, and this was an amazing first kiss. You two have a beach to enjoy and a fun night planned, and now that he doesn’t have to hold back on his affections, it’ll be even better.

His lips part from yours regretfully, his eyes languidly opening to meet yours. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a blue starconch in the sand and freezes.

It’s not that he’s never seen one before, but something clicks. You. The shore. Starconches. Starry nights. His dreams. Monsters. Gods. Fighting. So much fighting. Training. His family. Dragons. You. Falling. You falling. You fighting him. Yelling. Kissing. Loving. Chasing. Him chasing you before you disappear at a teleport waypoint that somehow you only can operate. The abyss. Your twin.

Oh, Archons.

“ -ou okay, Ajax? Ajax?”

He snaps to look at you again. How does he go about this? How does he ask?

“(Y/n)...have you ever heard of the Fatui Harbingers?”

He has to admit that it’s a bit amazing to be able to identify all the emotions that cross your complexion, from curiosity to realization to conflicted. You’re actively trying to piece everything together without revealing too much on the off-chance that you’re wrong, that Childe hasn’t regained his memories and is just asking about something from class randomly and completely out of the blue.

Wait.

“You haven’t reached that material yet in class,” you whisper, heart in your throat at the realization. Could it really be…

“I was once Tartaglia, eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, who possessed a Delusion and used my Foul Legacy Transformation with you several times,” he murmurs back, tucking a stray tendril behind your ear. “Is it too late to apologize again for summoning an ancient god and letting you fall about five floors with no warning?”

He should’ve been prepared for you wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace. “No, never, but I spent weeks after kicking your ass so you’ve been long forgiven.”

Childe burrows his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and basking in this moment. There was so much to talk about, but you two arguably had more time in the world than ever with nothing holding you back. There was no impending war looming over, no one on the run, no opposing forces. His silent wish for a different life with you seems to have been answered finally. If running into you had been the event to set everything in motion, he only wishes he’d done so earlier.

All that matters now is you’re here together in this plane of existence, given a chance to love again, and experience everything you couldn't before.

As written in the stars, take my soul for it is forever yours.

fin

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Teaching a Moderately Old Dog New Tricks • S.B

(Gif not mine)

Request: could you do a older sirius x younger (tonks' age) reader, maybe he's in denial about liking her because he thinks he's too old but she doesn't think that way. — @msmb

Summary: The man you fancy has been avoiding you. Tonks gives you an idea.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of cigarettes, kissing, older man/younger woman (but reader is Tonks’ age), light mention of remadora (does that need a warning?), Sirius is a bit self deprecating, heated make out, Moody’s all seeing eye

Word Count: 1.6k

A.N: Inspiration hit at 1am. Uhhh Kissing can either be well written or extremely cringe. I can’t tell what category my kissing is in, so possibly sorry in advance? OotP Sirius is so hot and I will love him forever. Hope you guys enjoy. Love you all❤️

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“So how’re you and Sirius?” Tonks asks, her hair a violent shade of violet as she swings her legs over the arm of the couch at Grimmauld Place. She takes a sip of her daisyroot draught, excited for any news.

“I don’t know.” You respond, swirling your own goblet in your hand. “How’re you and Remus?”

You smirk as she almost chokes at the mention of the man of her dreams.

“I asked you first.” She shoots back after her coughing fit goes away.

“You’re annoying.” You take another sip.

“Cry about it.” Tonks huffs. “But don’t change the subject.”

“Merlin, I wish I had an answer for you.” Groaning, you run a hand through your hair. “He seems to be pulling away from me, yet again.”

“Ugh, men.” Tonks mimes a fake gag.

“I mean, he pulls me into a broom closet for a quick snog and now he won’t even stay in the same room as me!” You cry out.

The draught is sweet in your mouth as you down the rest of your goblet. “‘Ugh, men’ is right. I will never understand them.”

“At least you get a snog.” Tonks retorts. “Remus barely grazes my fingertips passing me a piece of parchment and suddenly he’s all pink and avoiding me for weeks.”

“Are they that daft, or are we just shit at flirting?” You pour yourself some more daisyroot draught.

The murky pink of the draught bubbles and sizzles near the top of the cup.

Grimmauld Place is mostly quiet, the kids were all asleep and someone paces in the room above. There’s faint laughing coming from the kitchen, but that could be one of the Black family portraits, so it’s no concern of yours.

“It can’t possibly be the latter because if I remember correctly, flirting was our specialty back in school.” Tonks winks from her stretched out position.

“Oh yeah.” You muse sarcastically. “All those people we managed to seduce at Hogwarts...”

“Hey! I snogged Penny Haywood seventh year!” She declares.

“It was a game of truth or dare! We all snogged Penny Haywood!” You exclaim, almost spilling your drink all over your robes.

“My point still stands.”

The house groans and creaks in your comfortable silence, Kreature’s dragging gait echoes through the corridor.

“Sirius has nice lips.” You sigh dreamily, your thoughts once again preoccupied by him. “Would love to snog him again.”

“You should.” Your friend replies. “At least one of us needs a proper love life.”

“But he won’t talk to me...” You childishly whine. Pouting, you drink from your goblet.

“Well maybe you should be the one that pulls him into the cupboard next time.” Tonks shrugs, waving her wand to fill her goblet once more.

“You’re brilliant, y’know that?” You perk up at her idea.

“I’ve been trying to tell you that since we were eleven, (Y/n). Can’t believe you’re just now admitting it.”

The night gets cut short after that, mostly because the two of you have work in the morning and the Ministry of Magic was already unbearable sober. Hungover at the office meant a lot more suffering than usual.

You’ve never been more thankful for Molly’s desire to put the gaggle of kids to work around the house.

Even when you get back from the Ministry the the next night, they’re all still galavanting with doxycide upstairs, letting the exhausted adults have a moment to relax.

That’s when you decide to strike.

There’s an extremely convenient and mostly empty broom closet on the ground floor close to the kitchen that is just ripe with opportunity.

Tonks gives you a thumbs up and shoots you a wink as she passes you and strides into the kitchen. You’re leaning against the doorframe, pretending to be preoccupied with checking your nails, but in reality, you’re watching and waiting for Sirius to come a little closer.

His black curls with the occasional strand of grey rest on his shoulders. His velvet burgundy blazer stands out against the dark wood and blue theme Grimmauld Place seems to really enjoy and embrace. You watch his gold pocket watch glimmer in the flickering orange candlelight and how he twists the rings on his fingers.

Your heart flutters at the mere sight of him.

He finally breaks away from his conversation with Remus before turning around and making his way towards you.

He struts closer, heels clicking against the floorboards and your hands jitter in excitement. You’ve never been one to initiate these types of things before.

“Alright, (Y/n)—“ Sirius starts, reluctantly nodding his head in greeting.

But since he’s within arm’s reach, you grab his soft lapels and pull him into the broom closet.

With a flick of your wand the door shuts and you’re plunged into even dimmer lighting.

Your hands are still tightly grasping at his lapels and you have to admit, you’re a little breathless as you fervently press your lips to his.

Your eyes flutter shut and you press your chest to his own, effectively pushing him harder against the wall. You moan, feeling him kiss back. He tastes distinctly of firewhiskey and cigarettes and you’re loving every second of it. His lips are addicting as they move in tandem to yours. Sirius’ hands trail up to the back of your skull, pulling you closer to him, something you enjoy and gleefully let happen. The closer to him you are, the better.

The heatedly deep kiss sends a thrill throughout your body. Here you are, snogging the man you’ve fancied since the day you met him, in a broom closet of headquarters. Instinctively, your heart skips a beat.

One of Sirius’ hands detaches itself from your hair and instead, trails its way down your body to rest on your lower back. A jolt of excitement sparks and flares up inside. Goosebumps erupt underneath his warm hand. He squeezes your body tighter, quickly taking control of the situation.

Unfortunately, air becomes something that you’re losing fairly quickly and when you reluctantly spilt apart, you’re extremely aware of his swollen red lips. They stand out between the dark hair of his beard.

You’re panting as you cling on to his blazer for stability. The moment your lips touched, your knees practically gave out.

“What was that for, poppet?” Sirius pants as well, grey eyes looking into yours.

“Merlin, Sirius, do I really have to spell it out for you?” You smirk, still breathless. “I fancy you.”

“You what?” His eyebrows dart up in surprise.

“I fancy you? Like I want to go out for a drink sometime. Or I guess, stay in for a drink since—“ You ramble.

“You can’t fancy me, (Y/n).” He interjects, hands slipping away from you.

You carefully remove your hands from his figure in return. “Oh.” Awkwardly, you stuff your hands into your pockets. “And why’s that, then?”

Anxiously, he begins to twist the ruby ring around his thumb. The broom closet feels a lot smaller than before and the burn of embarrassment feels even harsher.

“I think you know why.” Sirius evades the question.

Your brows knit together in both confusion and annoyance. “No, I really don’t know why, Sirius, so please enlighten me.”

“Godric, (Y/n)!” He cries out. “I’m an old ex-convict with a fuck ton of issues! You don’t want that kind of baggage!”

Sirius scowls, not at you, but at himself.

“You’re in your thirties, Sirius. If that’s old than Mad-Eye’s ancient.” You try your best to joke and make light of the situation.

However, you see that your attempt doesn’t work.

“Hey, I don’t care that you’re older than me. I like you because you’re this handsomely charming and charismatic guy that shares my issues with authority.” Hesitantly, you bring your hand up to his neck. He leans into your warm touch. “And I really like you.”

“I’d be more of a burden than a boyfriend.” He mutters.

“You’re no burden. Not to me.” You reply, stroking his beard. “Never to me.”

“I’m a bit rusty.” Sirius confides. “Haven’t had a partner since the seventies. And I’m not the same person I used to be.”

“Neither am I.” You shrug. “Mostly because back then I was a wriggling little lump.”

Sirius snorts.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” You question, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind your ear.

“I felt bad.” Sirius confesses, straightening out his blazer. “Felt like I was manipulating you by leading you on so I was trying to get you to hate me. Trying to convince myself to get over you.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t succeed in that endeavor?” You tease your bottom lip with your teeth, innocently looking at the man in front of you.

His grey eyes are kind and soft gazing into yours even after years and years of torture and misery.

He’s someone to admire.

“Getting over you is probably the hardest thing I’ve attempted.” Sirius laughs. “And I escaped Azkaban.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Sirius.” You muse, rubbing the back on your neck in embarrassment.

“Flattery will get me everywhere, poppet.” He winks in return, amused by your gesture.

“So can we give it a shot?” You ask, praying to Merlin he agrees.

“Sure poppet, why not?” He grins, his white teeth poking out from the intense red.

In a swift movement he has you flipped, your back now pressed to the wall as he passionately places his lips back on yours.

You hands tangle themselves in his wild hair, his sneaking around your waist. You tug at the locks and he hums in approval.

Suddenly there’s a large bang against the door causing it to shake on its hinges.

“Oi!” Tonks’ voice rings out.

Sadly, Sirius pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on your own. His breath hot on your face.

“Mad-Eye says that if any clothes come off he’s barging in there, so wrap it up!”

Your mutter out a curse as you attempt to untangle yourself from Sirius.

“Also (Y/n),” Tonks yells again. “knew you had it in ya.”

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Sirius Black Taglist: @fific7 @quindolyn @msmb @lunalovecroft

All Character Taglist: @aspiringsloth20 @amourtentiaa @cherie-draco