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cno-inbminor · 3 years

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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

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #childe #tartaglia #childe angst #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #this fic maybe took two years off my life

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My headcanons and rankings for how Haikyuu characters (and couples) fuck (as adults):

Hinata and Kageyama: they are both really bad at sex. Like just terrible. Clumsy, uncoordinated, weirdly competitive in bed? But it’s okay because they’re equally terrible so it doesn’t bother them lmao. 2/10

Nishinoya: one word- STAMINA. This boy will not quit. He is the energizer bunny. Before you realize what’s happening the entire day has gone by and you’re exhausted but guess what? He’s still ready to go. 7/10

Asahi: well, he’s big, isn’t he? He’s a big boy. Don’t think I need to say much else. LARGE. 8/10

AsaNoya: generally very tender. They have sex a lot, but not really kinky weird sex. Nishi likes to try and get Asahi riled up so he’ll maybe fuck a little more rough and wild, but it doesn’t always work. I feel like Nishinoya would want Asahi to try dirty talk but Asahi would try and still wind up saying soft shit like “you’re so beautiful” and Nishinoya just kind of laughs it off and enjoys it anyway. 9/10 sickeningly sweet

Sugawara: the kind who makes you laugh during sex. He’s sweet and charming and thoughtful. Its really easy and comfortable with him. No awkward moments, just fun! 7.5/10

Daichi: the best sex you’ve ever had. Out of this world. You feel like a changed person after being with this man and you can’t explain it, because he seems so vanilla and normal? But he’s a stallion, bursting with confidence and charisma and just raw natural fuck talent. Unbelievable. 100000000000/10 amazing

DaiSuga: you know those parents who’ve been together for years but are still way too into each other and like, pinch each other’s butts and stare at each other like there’s no one in the room but them? That’s Daichi and Suga. They have great sex and anyone should be jealous of what they have. 11/10

Tanaka: the enthusiasm! We love to see it! He is a KING!! He’s not amazing in bed but it doesn’t REALLY matter cuz Kiyoko pegs him and he’s completely content with the situation. 5/10

Kiyoko: you cannot even imagine.... 20/10

Tsukkishima: like most things he does, he’s naturally pretty good at it, but he also doesn’t really try? If he put any effort in it could be amazing but will he put the effort? Hm. And yes he is sadistic in bed. Of course he is. 8.5/10

Yamaguchi: very sweet and considerate, if a bit anxious at times. He’s really sensitive himself so he knows how to make you feel good. Basically vanilla though. He doesn’t have a high sex drive. 4/10

TsukkiYama: they’re good together because Tsukkishima doesn’t like to put that much effort in and Yamaguchi is so sensitive and reacts so easily to stimulus that he doesn’t have to try very hard lol. I think Tsuki likes to tease Yamaguchi as foreplay and sometime Yamaguchi likes the sadistic side of Tsuki but I think more often than not they just have sweet, soft sex and stare into each other’s eyes. 9/10

Kenma: this boy only does things he’s good at, so he’s technically very good at fucking. He’s really sexy and he has like, pornstar skills even if his enthusiasm and stamina aren’t high. 9/10

Kuroo: you look at this man and know he can fuck. How do you know? You just do. Kuroo is good in bed there’s just no way he isn’t. Also, I think he’s very creative in bed and he’ll probably surprise you. 10/10

KuroKen: KINK. THESE BOYS ARE KINKY. why? Because Kenma gets bored too easily and he likes games and Kuroo is alllllll too willing to try new shit to please Kenma. BDSM, roleplay, crossdressing, semi-public sex, you name it they’ve probably done it tbh. I think Kenma’s favorite thing to do is to send Kuroo increasingly hornier, sexier photos of himself throughout the day so by the time Kuroo gets home he’s pissed and fired up and then they have amazing fucking sex for hours. 15/10

Lev: He has a lot of (possibly unearned) confidence lmao. He’s not bad, he’s actually pretty good, but he needs the right partner to reign him in. 7.5/10

Yaku: THIS BOY LIKES TO BE SMACKED AROUND. I don’t know why I feel so strongly about this but hooooo boy. Yaku wants to be abused in bed. He wants to be tied up and spanked and spat on. 11/10 it’s probably really hot.

Kindaichi: a virgin.

Kunimi: my ace king.

Iwaizumi: he fucks hard and he knows it. It’s not about technique it’s just about raw fucking. He’s the kind who isn’t really trying to please you as much as just pleasing himself and just so happens to fuck you great in the process. 9/10

Oikawa: You’d think all the boasting and that ego would be unearned but nah, he’s pretty good in bed. He’s surprisingly attentive to your needs and he’s the KING of dirty talk. He considers sex just another thing to be excellent at and he’s right. 9/10

IwaOi: the fights these two get into in the bedroom... luckily they’re both into that shit. Surprisingly when they’re fucking each other I think both of their technical skill goes down. It’s about the passion for them. They just like to make a mess of the other one no matter the cost. 8/10

Kyotani: YO SOMEONE COME GET UR FUCKING DOG!

Yahaba: OKAY.

Ushijima: ohhhh the way this man will lift you up and fuck you on any surface. It’s the intensity. It’s the muscles. It’s the sheer size of this man. Wow. Yeah. 16/10

Tendo: Kinks, but like, ones you’ve never even heard of? That you didn’t know were a thing? Anyway you’re going to leave confused but you’ll enjoy it. 12/10

Bokuto: exactly like Nishinoya but even more childish somehow. A lot of fun in bed. Amazing body and endurance and attitude. Can have amazing chemistry with anyone at any time. 12/10

Akaashi: sexiness levels off the charts. This man knows how to seduce, he knows how to tease, he is a master of foreplay. You’re completely undone before he even touches you. A king. 13/10

BokuAka: the kind of couple who fucks almost constantly. They never get tired of it. I think they take turns bossing the other one around. As often as they fuck it’s never boring. It can be sexy one moment and sweet the next. Romantic as fuck. Hot as fuck. 18/10

Atsumu: an extremely good fuck. He’s putting in maximum effort. His body is amazing. It’s not effortless, like he’s trying really hard, but he’s succeeding. 13/10

Osamu: the same as Atsumu except it actually is effortless for him. 14/10

Aran: the kind of sex that makes you fall in love with him. It’s not that it’s amazing at the time but it’s good and he’s sweet and tender and by the end of it you want to marry him. 10/10

Kita: almost as good as Daichi except I think his sex drive is just a bit lower. Still 1000/10

Hoshiumi: Napoleon complex. He overcompensates but that’s fine cuz it works out for you. 7/10

Hirugami: stallion. Amazing stamina. Keeps a really level head in bed so he always knows exactly what to do to make you feel good. 9/10

Sakusa: if you have a degradation kink this is the man for you. 11/10 very flexible.

Aone: absolutely underrated. Will treat you right. The sweetest lover. A precious bean with a big body. You love to see it 10/10

#haikyuu #kagehina #kuroken #iawoi #bokuaka

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hydraulicfluidinmyteapot · 3 years

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Pirates of the Caribbean

This is an ask from @shrigma-male, but i accidentally deleted the ask.. so sorry! I am high key excited to get an ask about this topic, as the Pirates of the Caribbean ride is probably one of my earliest animatronic centric obsessions. not only is it one of the earliest and most impressive feats of Imagineering, it also remains solid to this day. it houses a great many iconic animatronic figurines, all of which work together in perfect harmony to capture beautifully life filled scenes of a cohesive storyline. Its individual ride concept was so strong that it birthed a line of clones and even a famous movie franchise. isn’t that sick? a RIDE was the key source material for a whole movie series! but it’s unsurprising, with the time and care poured into the ride. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you think about it, the ride is JAM PACKED so there is a LOT to talk about. This will only be a super brief post information-wise, but who knows? There may be more to come if this performs well. Apologies, my life’s not going great at the moment and i don’t have a lot of spare time so this is not as high a quality as i would like it to be.

Here’s my fast fact file on it!

Debut: March 16, 1967

Withdrawal: All rides are still operating

Attraction: The Pirates of the Caribbean

Locations: Disneyland, Magic Kingdom, Tokyo Disneyland, Disneyland Paris, Shanghai Disney (but this one’s heavily modified)

Attraction Type: Dark ride

Riders Per Vehicle: 23–24

Number of vehicles: 50

Animatronics: 119 ish but it depends on the ride version

Ride videos: The entire ride varies from version to version and different people want to see different parts. i’m leaving you guys to find your own ride videos. it’s a very popular ride, just type on in to youtube and you’ll find heaps of nice high quality ones.

The thing that stands out about this ride is the theming and the sheer amount of effort put in to creating an immersive environment. the ride houses an impressive 119 audio animatronics, 53 of which are animals. There are 630,000 gallons of water in the ride (original Disneyland) and takes three whole days to drain. there are over 40,000 gold coins in the treasure room scene alone. It holds what could possibly be considered Disney’s first themed restaurant which can be seen at the start of the ride. It is objectively one of the coolest things I’ve ever ridden. I want to call specific attention to the boat scene, where cannons fare at each other from opposite ships, creating glowing impacts and throwing water about. the first time I rode it it ensnared my attention and completely suspended my disbelief.The ride system is based on the one used in it’s a small world, due to that rides incredible success in debuting a boat-based transport system. Although I hate it’s a small world with a burning passion and refuse to write anything on it, I must be forced to admit that it did wonders as a test on how to create a good dark ride, emphasising key features such as a high rider capacity, boat-based transport system, and proving that animatronics are an incredibly attractive key event. Since the 60’s when it debuted, the Pirates of the Caribbean ride has gone through many changes throughout its location, including entire scenes being added and removed. but what it has maintained throughout its historic run time is its notoriety and splendour. the key change that I will bring up is the 2006 and 2007 renovations that include more theming from the very successful movie franchise. slightly unrelated, but the song “Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me” was actually first written for the ride. The rides are all being constantly updated in minor ways whether it’s slightly improving the animatronics, touching up background details or changing costuming. I’ll attach here a brief sort of timeline of the ride that I’ve whipped up here, but it only touches on the most notable modifications. sorry about how crap-tier it is..

Now, to talk more specifically about animatronics. The animatronics used on this ride are some of the earliest made by Disney. some are really quite basic, with their full range of motions being a singular full body action such as raising and lowering out of a barrel, but others move heads and arms in (sort of) lifelike actions. Some are newer, (specifically captain Jack Sparrow), but most are the original ones from the 60’s. One of my (and everyone’s tbh) favourites is the redheaded lady. She is (very originally) named Redd. Previously she was being sold off for auction, but in 2018 she was swapped to being an auctioneer. She has stunning red curls and a beautiful dress to match, and now holds a gun. here’s a little before and after.

in the same refurbishment that changed her the mist screen in the tunnel before the fort battle was removed and replaced with a pirate in a cage who turns into a skeleton via an optical trick as well as an octopus playing with some medallions, along with the original 1967 narration about cursed treasure being restored. Her new version is based off none other than Anne Bonny herself (worth a google, she’s a fucking BOSS (like seriously!! Queer history icon!!! LOOK 👏 HER 👏 UP 👏 )) . She’s also displayed in dead man’s cove in a portrait, which I think is kinda neat. Her Paris version is completely silent, but the others yell about selling rum. Sadly I have never actually seen the new Redd in person, as I have only ridden the ride in Tokyo (where she is still being sold).

Now, the barker bird! oh how I love him so <3 he’s a little green pirate parrot, who spent his days crying about the ride. he was originally in the queue area but got kicked outside eventually to help deal with crowd control. he was then gotten rid of in 2006 in the big movie refurb. He was remarkably similar to the original barker bird who resided outside of the Enchanted Tikki Room; however, the pirate version has a peg leg, eye patch, tattoo on his chest and wondrously villainous hat. he was originally based off of Captain Flint, the parrot from Treasure Island. It is theorised that he has a skeletal clone inside the ride; the parrot belonging to “the Dirty Feet pirate”.

When you first get on the ride, the first animatronic you come across is Old Joe. he is an animatronic character used in multiple different attractions, including Liberty Belle Riverboat, The Western River and Mark Twain Riverboat. in each version, he lives in a shack and is associated with the banjo. I say associated because it is actually a really common misconception that he actually plays the banjo. he does not, it is just a dark scene and there is banjo music playing around him. you can see the tip of his pipe glowing as you approach it in the ride, lit up alongside the fireflies. he is a small taste of what is to come.

Barbossa replaced the original pirate captain of The Wicked Wench in the boat battle scene in the mass movie renovation. he is my tied favourite with the redhead, as his dialog adds so much to the scene. his character moves in a beautiful fashion, lit up by a spotlight. His face is artfully painted, capturing what I believe to be the most human expression in the entire ride. His boat is fighting a Castillo del Morro fortress of Isla Tesoro, whilst busy searching for treasure and presumably captain jack sparrow. in 2011 his WDW version’s outfit was swapped over to his privateer uniform from On Stranger Tides, to keep the ride tied to the movies. What can be considered quite odd is that in Paris’s later renovation, the Captain did not replace the Wicked Wench captain, and was rather added in to a scene at the end of the ride, in the skeleton grotto. he is standing on the shipwreck beside the skeleton helmsman, carrying a lantern.

The auctioneer. I don’t like him. greasy man. his eyes are wild. He’s originally voiced by Paul Frees (an icon, a legend) and is inspired by Captain Bartholomew Roberts (considered the most successful pirate in the golden age of piracy. He is also a pirate from the ship The Wicked Wench, and his auction is set up near a canteen called "La Cantina”. very creative. He was originally selling brides (human trafficking, not very snazzy) but now he sells chickens he stole from townspeople. however, this is unsuccessful. In the Paris version, instead of the chickens he is trying to sell a painting of Jean Laffite. Funnily enough, Jean is one of Disney’s sort of “stand in” pirate characters that they frequently just use whenever they need a pirate to slide in. Unfortunately, the auctioneer is always kept relatively up to date with the shiniest, newest technology that Disney can spare, and is always one of the most advanced figures on the ride. doesn’t deserve it, he’s slimy and I don’t like him. I should probably mention that he doesn’t actually have a name other than the auctioneer. There’s also a clone of him used in the haunted mansion for the duelling animatronics. loser.

This is a very long post, so I shall cut it here. I will leave you with an image gallery, further reading and a possible promise of a part two if this post does well. Thank you!

(ok so i actually haven’t got any further reading gathered yet. give me like 6 hours and ill fix it in an edit. i promise. i just want to get this post out asap)

#animatronic #audio animatronics #Audio Animatronic #animatronics #Disney #disney parks #pirates #pirates of the caribbean #redd #captain barbossa #history #long post

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celestialblushxoxo · 2 years

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Hey there😊. Merry Christmas if it's Christmas over there 🎅🎄😃❤. I hope you enjoy/ enjoyed your Christmas. May i please have a future spouse reading. My initials are L.S and I'm an Aquarius. My pronouns are she/her and my sexuality is heterosexual. Thank you 😘🤩

Hey angel, Happy New Year!! Hope you have a beautiful year ahead💗✨ Hope you enjoy your reading my sweet Aqua babie( I love all the signs but air sign babies like anywhere in the chart, I have a soft spot for you guys🥺🥺)

Sis I, omg I feel so much warmth and love as I tuned in like. I feel like crying wth, maybe this is you after you see them or see this reading👀😂💗 but honestly this very warm, almost like an embrace kinda energy. They are very very comforting, your safe space honestly. Idk why but I'm getting this vibe that there maybe times you feel judged by people or like people may actually give you looks or judge about your uniqueness but love your fs is such a lovely person they won't ever let that happen and they also will make sure that those negative things don't get to you. They'll appreciate your uniqueness. Your fs is a leader but they are very respectful. They are very kind towards people from any literally any social background. They believe in equality. They are good at speaking, may have good vocabulary as well. They know their way with words. They are a master manifestor. They can manifest anything they want. Idk if they know this about themselves but they literally just have to think or say it out and here you go they get their wish fulfilled. They are a true romantic at heart, they don't mind the cheesy lovey dovey stuff instead they love it and find it cute haha aww. They are someone who wants partnership. You know how some guys when they are small and when adults tease them like oh we'll get you married and stuff they are like nooooo. But your fs may have said no to the elders but secretly they always wanted to get married(like bruh same😂😂) they are very creative and divinely protected is what I heard. They are very powerful when it comes to things in the spiritual realm whether they realise or no. They have a good willpower and they are really smart yo. They are very talkative so there are two possibility either you are the same or its like opposites attract aww. I heard, ' I don't wanna lose you babe'. They are confident and brave as well. Ok so they may get impatient sometimes and like they want things to happen quick or something like that. Sometimes if things aren't quick or even when people come later than they were supposed to, when meeting your fs, he gets annoyed. Like he may act kinda cold or there is a sudden shift in mood for a few mins and then they become fine, so yeah. Look wise, he is definitely your type. Like no cap. Whatever you have always imagined your man to look like or you are manifesting, yup very very similar. Sharp jawline, very charming looks like really handsome. Tan to dark skin. Very good built. Their body maybe like and introverted triangle shape, check it out! Tall, watery eyes or doe eyes. Maybe blue or hazel greenish. May like to wear gold. They may have African descent. May have many ethnicities descents. Financially they are very stable as well as emotionally. They may travel for work or love to travel or both. You may travel a lot together. There are times when they can be stubborn or very fixated on things to go their way hence they are learning to surrender and to go with the flow. Others/their close ones may see your fs as someone generous but sometimes spends too much. They are very open and expressive and caring as well. A supporter and motivator, someone who is ambitious and hardworking. Stable. Not stingy. Fixated at few things but always a learner. They learn from their experiences. Right now they are enjoying themselves, They are active and taking up career opportunities and growth is also taking place. They are very self confident. They aren't someone who is wild and like partying all night, they have their good share, they'll enjoy food and drinks and music but when it's work time it's work time. They'll give you the world if you will ask them to, all they want is for you to be satisfied and fufilled, that's it.

Possible placements: Major fire and air maybe little water

Possible fashion aesthetic:

Hope you liked the reading and moodboard love. Do let me know if you like it or not, it helps me improvise! Thank you so much for being patient and have a lovely day ahead💗🦋✨

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Say One Thing, Mean Another (Kaidou Shun/Saiki Kusuo)

Summary:

Reading thoughts and reading feelings were two completely different abilities. Most people had a monologue always running in their heads, conveniently narrating their every experience. Call it spotlight effect, call it middle school syndrome, call it romanticization—whatever you called it, Saiki would know, because he could simply read your mind. But some desires were so unconscious that even Saiki couldn’t read them.

No one was more repressed than the self-deluded cram school mama’s boy: Kaidou Shun.

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28999770

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No one was more repressed than the self-deluded cram school mama’s boy: Kaidou Shun. Kaidou thought “first base” was holding hands, and even that thought reduced him into a blushing, stuttering, face-hiding mess. He couldn’t even access objective reality half the time, much less access his deepest feelings. Saiki couldn’t even imagine how Kaidou might handle such overwhelming emotions, given how easily at the slightest of confrontations. He once saw Kaidou cry at a convenience store because he couldn’t decide between two compelling brands of instant noodles (Best around or best in town? Around? In town? Around? In town? Aroundintownaroundintownaroundintown...) Needless to say, Kaidou was the most likely candidate to be hiding a dark secret.

None of that Dark Reunion fantasy bullshit. Saiki meant a real dark secret, the kind of revelation that could make a mute man gasp. Just because Kaidou cried when someone tried to tell him a “yo mama” joke doesn’t mean he can’t hide his feelings when it mattered the most. Growing up with a strict mother ruined his values for honesty. Kaidou’s lying was almost on a pathological level, with boundless creativity that showed in the character sheet journals hidden under his bed. He was sometimes so good he fooled himself, but glimmers of the truth shone through in unexpected moments.

It started with a fit of laughter in their lunchtime group. Nendou swore he could handle chopsticks up his nose with enough dexterity to pick up a cherry tomato. Admittedly, he almost succeeded, but Aren flinched away in disgust because he didn’t want to have his lunch contaminated by Nendou’s nose-chopsticks, and the sudden movement accidentally led to Aren’s elbow shoving one of Nendou’s nose-chopsticks too far up, which then caused a ridiculous-looking nosebleed down the chopsticks and into Nendou’s rice.

Saiki’s first thought was ew, but then he caught a quick glance from Kaidou while he was bursting into tears laughing, and suddenly, he couldn’t stop himself from exercising the stiff muscles around his lips into a smile. Kaidou was checking if Saiki thought it was funny, too, as if he needed permission to continue laughing. Saiki didn’t care about pride and certainly didn’t prescribe to any notions of toxic masculinity, but the thought of being the alpha male with Kaidou gave him a good feeling. A feeling that just felt… good.

Saiki still couldn’t read feelings well, not even his own, but he had a strong sense for logic. Kaidou was smaller, weaker, with a kind of reckless yet innocent boyish charm that made him hard to look away from at times. Anyone’s instincts would tell them that Kaidou must be protected at all costs and Saiki, with all of his godlike abilities, was obviously the most qualified person to protect him.

Again, Saiki was bad with unconscious desires. He found himself following that instinct to protect Kaidou in the smallest of moments. Although Saiki protected all of his friends (and humanity) from danger, even Nendou started noticing Saiki’s special treatment of Kaidou.

“Th-Th-The hellfire th-that the Dark Reunion has c-c-cursed me with a-a-always keeps me w-warm,” Kaidou bluffed, on an especially frigid winter day.

What he meant was that the puffy pink jacket his mom tried to send him to school with was too embarrassing, so he lied and told her the weather was supposed to be warmer later. Honestly, Saiki didn’t even need his clairvoyance to predict that. He immediately shoved the extra coat he brought to school at Kaidou. Kaidou got sick too easily, especially with the long nights he spent studying and the longer nights he spent writing fanfictions. Saiki even pre-heated the coat with his pyrokinesis.

“E-Eh? That’s for me, Saiki?” In hindsight, Kaidou was a little too eager to accept Saiki’s coat and he must have definitely sniffed it to see if Saiki’s scent was on it while he thought nobody was looking. “Ah, it’s so warm!” All talk of the Dark Reunion was dropped. Kaidou beamed at Saiki brightly. “Thank you, Saiki!”

The pure look of elation in Kaidou’s crimson eyes as he smiled at Saiki, just Saiki, specifically Saiki, gave him that good feeling again.

Nendou glanced between the two. “You brought that extra coat just for him?”

“That’s just because—” Aren started, but then stopped. “Huh. Nendou’s right. That is very considerate of you, Saiki.”

Saiki didn’t usually slip up and cause himself unnecessary attention, but he brushed it off and convinced himself he was only acting in self-interest. Seriously, it would be a pain if he had to put up with Kaidou calling him in the middle of the night to complain about his symptoms. Kaidou always called him at odd hours of the night, usually to spew some cryptic warnings about lurking enemies, and every time, Saiki delayed his sweet REM cycle just to placate him. It made no sense to call a mute man. (But it made even less sense that Saiki always picked up.)

“Saiki is always reliable,” Kaidou argued. “That’s why, when the Dark Reunion strikes back—”

Then, Kaidou proceeded to plagiarize the plot of the Star Wars episode “The Empire Strikes Back”. Saiki was too busy watching the self-insert adventure inside Kaidou’s mind to question the extent of his admiration of Saiki. Out of everyone, Kaidou’s thoughts were the most interesting to read. Kaidou’s imagination came in full technicolor, with exciting camera angles and cinematography professional enough to be entered in film festivals. When there was nothing good on TV, Saiki sometimes tuned into Kaidou’s thoughts for entertainment. Kaidou managed to distract everyone else from Saiki’s strange favor, too.

Saiki should have realized earlier how powerful Kaidou’s redirection was, effective enough to rival Chouno’s magic tricks. Kaidou was easy to underestimate, but the sheer amount of lies he told on a daily basis was proof of his true manipulative nature.

No, “manipulative” was overshooting it. Kaidou was just conditioned by his social anxiety to lie in everyday situations to preserve his self-image. Saiki knew that struggle better than anyone else, just in the opposite direction: dedicating his life to feigning normalcy. Yet, even though Saiki was the one who regularly erased memories, time traveled, and rewrote reality to maintain the status quo, Kaidou was still the one who went overboard in comparison.

Saiki and Kaidou were walking home together one day, just the two of them, because Aren usually took another way home and Nendou had baseball practice. Kaidou was filling Saiki in about the latest addition to the Dark Reunion saga, complete with a mini movie in his mind to accompany his narration: Kaidou had tamed a wild beast that was terrorizing a small village, which later warmed up enough to become his consort, but the beast had been mind-controlled by the Dark Reunion the entire time as a spy to figure out Kaidou’s whereabouts, which then led to Kaidou breaking the beast free from its mind control using his own forbidden knowledge of the dark arts and returning the beast into the wild.

In reality, the “beast” was a chihuahua that was bothering a kid, but then started following Kaidou home. Kaidou wanted to keep the chihuahua, but his mother said no, because the chihuahua probably belonged to someone else, even though it had no collar. He had to kick the chihuahua out of his house in hopes that the small dog would eventually find its way home. Saiki was sure the entire mind control fabrication was some type of coping mechanism to help Kaidou feel less guilty about kicking the dog out onto the cold streets.

Then, Kaidou’s knuckles accidentally brushed against Saiki’s and Kaidou’s internal alarm rang loudly in both of their minds:

Wrong! Bad! Stupid! Just ignore it, just ignore it, just ignore it!

Kaidou was screaming so loudly in his mind that Saiki instinctively covered his ears, even though there was no external sound to cover his ears from. All of Kaidou’s thoughts had instantaneously spiralled into a frenzy of self-loathing, overwhelming to the point that Saiki couldn’t even decipher what exactly Kaidou was ashamed of. The situation caught him so off-guard that he ended up doing what any normal non-psychic person would do—he asked Kaidou what was wrong. With telepathy, of course. It was easy to get away with using telepathy for conversation since Kaidou was too ashamed to look at Saiki at that moment.

“N-Nothing’s wrong!” Kaidou’s blushing face said otherwise and he knew it. He suddenly stopped in his tracks. “No… I can’t lie to you any longer, Saiki. You deserve better than that. The truth is—”

And then Kaidou told another lie, this time centering around a growing imbalance between light and dark forces of the universe that, according to an ancient prophecy, only Kaidou could heal with the great power sealed away in his right hand that he still had yet to fully control. He went into full detail about the brutal training he endured, the battles of wit against his enemies, the secrets he had to keep from his loved ones to protect them from evil—all of which ironically described Saiki’s life more than Kaidou’s—and how lonely it was carrying such burdens, as heavy as the world on Atlas’ shoulders. The vivid montage played in Kaidou’s mind, returning his mental space to its usual deluded state. As usual, Kaidou went overboard with preserving his self-image.

Good grief…

Saiki kept walking and Kaidou had to run to catch up and everything was back to its usual rhythm, with Kaidou’s behavior matching his thoughts again. That was another weakness of Saiki’s. He was so insistent on keeping his boring life boring that he overlooked something important.

Kaidou never actually admitted what was bothering him.

Daniel Kahneman said, “When faced with a difficult question, we often answer an easier one instead, usually without noticing the substitution.” Saiki asked Kaidou, “What’s wrong?” but accepted the answer to “What’s your made-up hero’s burden?” without noticing the substitution. Saiki wanted to protect Kaidou, but he couldn’t cross any boundaries. What if Kaidou was put off by Saiki’s insistence and gossiped about how pushy Saiki was? What if Kaidou took it the wrong way and it caused a falling out between them? What if Kaidou just started crying and all the passersby assumed Saiki had just said something awful to his own friend? There were too many risks. If Kaidou refused to think about what was bothering him, then Saiki just wouldn’t know.

It was better that way. Kaidou had a right to his privacy, which was limited enough by Saiki’s mind reading. Saiki didn’t have a right to any of it—Kaido’s thoughts, Kaido’s secrets, and especially Kaido’s friendship. He was sure Kaido would’ve been better off without a killjoy mute friend that constantly invaded the personal thoughts of everyone around him. The less they knew about each other’s lives, the easier life would be. It was a simple formula that guaranteed success.

If only life were actually that simple. The only law Saiki’s universe followed was Murphy’s Law.

Kaidou’s screaming thoughts started coming more frequently and it was always Saiki that set it off. When their eyes met from across the cafeteria, when they were the last ones awake during a late night group study session, when they reached for the same cafeteria item at the same time—screaming. Kaidou was getting better at not letting it show on the outside, but that only made the self-loathing episodes louder and longer. And still, even with psychic powers, Saiki had no idea why exactly Kaidou was in so much anguish when he was near. All he knew was that it was getting worse.

Saiki was a psychic, not a psychologist. He had to use his logic for situations like this. Kaidou felt awful around him and Saiki didn’t want Kaidou to feel awful, so obviously Saiki just had to avoid Kaidou to resolve the issue.

So, he did. He didn’t want to. He wanted to share an umbrella with Kaidou when he left his at home on purpose to avoid being made fun of for using his mom’s frilly, pinky parasol with roses, he wanted to answer Kaidou’s phone calls at 2 AM to comfort him after his recurring nightmare of drowning in the ocean, he wanted to proofread Kaidou’s fanfiction for any grammar or plot holes, he wanted to part the clouds and let the golden sunshine follow Kaidou’s every step so he never had to complain about gloomy days, he wanted to be there for Kaidou—of course he did! He didn’t know why, and he didn’t care to know why, because he just did and couldn’t because the most important thing he had to do was to protect Kaidou. He would gladly transfer schools to Siberia if it meant Kaidou could be happy and that’s all that mattered.

Of course, things never went Saiki’s way for too long. Kaidou came ringing at his front gate not too long after Saiki started avoiding him. Mikoto would say it’s all a balancing act, making up for Saiki’s intervention by having it all come back to bite him in the butt—strangely reminiscent of what Kaidou previously mentioned about the imbalance of light and dark. It made Saiki wonder if there had always been grains of truth in the lies.

He let Kaidou in and led him to his room. Even now, he could hear the tumultuous chaos in Kaidou’s mind.

I shouldn’t be here! This is stupid! I’m so awful!

Saiki internally sighed. Why are you here, then? Good grief.

Saiki sat on his bed and waited for Kaidou to conjure up whatever nonsense he thought could justify his visit. He was already used to people’s actions not aligning with their thoughts. This was no different.

I should tell him, already.

Instead, Kaidou became fixated on the first distraction that caught his eyes. “Geez! It’s so dark in here, Saiki! You’ll get vitamin D deficiency if you just spend all day in the dark, you know.” He opened the blinds.

I need to stop stalling and tell him, already.

Opening the blinds ended up spreading dust everywhere. Kaidou sneezed. “When was the last time you cleaned, Saiki? It’s so dusty!”

Why am I stalling even more! I really need to get it over with and tell him that… Or maybe it’s better not to tell him?

The suspense was killing Saiki. He knew he wasn’t entitled to Kaidou’s thoughts, but he was so used to knowing everything about everyone that he couldn’t handle the suspense anymore. Why couldn’t Kaidou trust the safety of his own mind to directly think about what he wanted to say? It made no sense! Nothing made sense, anymore! Good grief, tell me WHAT?

“What?”

Oops. Saiki accidentally sent that thought telepathically in frustration.

Tell me what your day was like, I mean.

“Oh. Um…” Kaidou sat down next to Saiki. But not too close. “Nothing really happened, actually.”

That’s a first.

“Can I tell you a story, though?”

Saiki hoped it wasn’t another plagiarized episode of Star Wars. Go ahead.

“So, I have this friend, with a problem…”

Saiki wondered why Kaidou wouldn’t refer to the friend by name, given they had the exact same circle of friends, but Kaidou was too busy admiring the particles of dust glimmering in the rectangles of sunlight filtering through the blinds. He compared the dust particles to the yellow glow of fireflies dancing in a forest, then to the twinkling stars against violet-blue cosmos, then to the grains of sand slipping through an hourglass. He thought of the various colored pieces that made up the image in stained glass windows and the tiny paint dots in Impressionist paintings and the fact that everything was just a collection of the same subatomic particles under a powerful enough microscope. He felt small. Too small to say what he means.

“... This friend is scared all the time. Maybe he’s just used to being scared because his mom always yells at him for the slightest of mistakes and has high expectations he can never reach. He doesn’t know, and neither do I, but that fear keeps leaking into everything he does. Like an inky black stain, blotting out everything until there’s nothing left. There’s just—so much ink.”

Kaidou’s fists are clenched at his sides. Saiki knew this story about Kaidou’s friend must pain him to tell, but still, Kaidou’s thoughts betrayed nothing. Kaidou was thinking of how much warmer the room was with the sunlight pouring in. He thought of temperature like mercury, pouring into the room through a crack in the window, silvery-white liquid with shiny ripples that poisoned everything in contact, suffocating them in metallic vapors.

“But, when this friend is around a certain friend, he feels like everything is bright again. It’s such a precarious feeling though, because getting closer to that brightness also puts the ink closer. It makes him think that him and the ink are the same and that anything good he touches will only get stained.”

Kaidou blinked away wetness on his lashes. He briefly acknowledged the dull ache of his heart wrenching, but only as a passing thought as he reminisced at the last time he was alone with Saiki in his room, which was after a festival, then went on to recall the fireworks. Crimson bursts of chrysanthemums popped into the night sky, golden sparkles crackling below, then streams of white and orange whistled. The smell of gunpowder and sulfur mixed in with the aroma of fried food from the concessions.

He remembered how loud the fireworks were, deep booms that resonated into his chest, louder than the pounding of his heart as he stole a glance at Saiki. He loved watching the different colors of light flash onto Saiki’s expression, a rare look of serenity, but the moment was too brief. Saiki could always tell when he was being looked at, even from far away, almost as if he were actually psychic, and every time, Saiki would look him right in the eyes and smile like he knew exactly what Kaidou was thinking, then purposefully look away again so Kaidou could resume staring in peace. That was the beautiful brightness Kaidou was enchanted by.

Saiki was used to seeing a glamorized distortion of himself in the mind’s eye of people who had a crush on him, complete with shoujo sparkles and iridescent bubbles and blooming roses in the background, but Kaidou’s perspective was unfiltered. Kaidou saw Saiki exactly the way he existed in his life and that was already enough to make his heart skip a beat, no romanticized fantasies needed.

“My friend’s problem is that he’s selfish. He wants to be with that precious friend, who makes everything fade to white. He wants to ruin everything, just for those few milliseconds of happiness. I guess, what I want to say is…”

Kaidou’s thoughts suddenly went silent. Saiki wondered if he had lost his powers, somehow. The usual background noise of every thought within a 200 meter radius was hushed, as if he had just slipped on his geranium ring. All he could hear was the rustle of fabric bunching up in Kaidou’s fists and his own pounding heart.

“What I mean is—do you think it’s worth it? Should he ruin that friendship?”

Saiki understood everything, now.

Is he scared?

“Always.”

Then, I don’t think he should.

“You’re right...”

Saiki’s hand brushed against Kaidou’s, except this time, it was on purpose. He clasped his hand over Kaidou’s.

I’ll ruin it for him.

Saiki brushed a tear away from Kaidou’s cheek. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling fondly. He usually avoided prolonged eye contact at all times so he could get away with telepathic conversation, but Kaidou had always been hard to look away from. That was a cute expression he had on his face, right now—warmed by a blush, with those shining red eyes peering up at Saiki under his long lashes.

Saiki met his lips with Kaidou’s, fingers interlaced. It was just a gentle first kiss—sweeter than coffee jelly, warmer than pyrokinesis, softer than Saiki’s bed. Kaidou melted into the kiss and could only think of how the milliseconds passed like centuries, like he was an immortal witnessing several lifetimes of glory. Their friendship was ruined, but their romance had only started.

They eventually had to part, for air. Saiki looked straight into Kaidou’s gaze. He couldn’t get out of using his real voice, but he didn’t mind.

“What I mean is... I like you.”

Of course, Kaidou broke into a sobbing mess right then and there. It didn’t take a psychic to predict that.

“I like you too, Saiki!”

#saiki no psi nan #kaidou shun #saiki kusuo #kaidou x saiki #saiki x kaidouu #wtf is their ship name #kaidou shun/saiki kusuo #fanfiction #cross-posted on ao3

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Fluff Alphabet: Carewyn/Orion

@weasley-adoptee tagged me, and uh...yeah, while I’ve done this before, I did it before I’d settled on an endgame ship for my girl Carewyn! Now that I have, I can do this for the HMS Carion (AKA Carewyn Cromwell/Orion Amari)! XDD

Tagging @smarti-at-smogwarts, @department-shoe-stud, @cursebreakerfarrier, @that-ravenpuff-witch, @words-and-wands and anyone else if you’re interested and either haven’t done this already or want to do it for a ship they haven’t done it for! xoxo

A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Carewyn thinks Orion is the wisest person she’s ever met. She’s always admired how content he is with his life, even while he chases victory on the Quidditch field. He got dealt a pretty bad hand in life, but he’s always been able to make do with little and reach for the stars without being unhappy on the ground. She also absolutely loves how much he loves his friends and later his daughter, Eos. Orion’s a lover, not a fighter, and Carewyn finds it very attractive. Plus his smile, when he actually ends up smiling fully, makes her heart melt every time!

Orion loves how generous and selfless Carewyn is. Her putting her own safety on the line to help him achieve his dream of Slytherin winning the Quidditch Cup remains one of her most beautiful moments in his eyes, even after so many years. Although her passion can get a little much for him sometimes as well, he nonetheless finds her absolutely stunning when she’s fighting on behalf of somebody else -- the fire in her eyes, to him, are akin to the eyes of a wild stallion, and it makes his heart race.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not)

When Orion and Carewyn reconnect post-War, they actually both have kids already, Orion being the single father of an infant daughter, Eos, and Carewyn being the legal guardian of twelve-year-old Erik Apollo. Carewyn has no interest in bearing any children herself, so both she and Orion are very content raising their own kid as well as helping support their partner’s.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Orion and Carewyn are both on the “A” side of the LGBT+ community (Orion being gray-A and Carewyn being ace/pan), and Orion himself wasn’t raised with a lot of physical affection, so their cuddling is a bit muted, compared to a lot of other couples. They’ll very often sit side-by-side with their shoulders touching and/or holding each other’s hands, and sometimes Carewyn will rest her legs across Orion’s lap or Orion will rest his head on top of Carewyn’s, but they don’t usually tend to get way up in each other’s personal space for very long. When one of them decides to spend the night at the other’s place, they’ll take turns as the big spoon, with Carewyn sometimes resting her head on and arms around Orion’s chest and Orion other times resting his head over Carewyn’s heart with his arms around her waist.

D= Dates (What are dates with them)

Broomstick flying dates! Carewyn’s out of practice, considering how much of a workaholic she is, but she loves having the chance to fly alongside and with Orion again. Carewyn will also attend Quidditch matches with Orion when he’s not playing, and they enjoy cooking, baking, Wizard Dueling, and taking their kids on outings together.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Orion to Carewyn: “You are my Abraxan.”

Carewyn to Orion: “You are my partner.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Orion first had the feeling he could fall in love with Carewyn (in other words, he realized that he felt romantic feelings for her) when he saw her Abraxan Winged Horse Patronus (same as his) for the first time at the tail end of his seventh year and her sixth year. He was too afraid to chase those budding feelings at the time, only to realize how strongly he still felt for Carewyn and how much deeper his feelings had gotten when -- after they reconnected -- she immediately resolved to deal with all of the paperwork needed to give Orion sole custody of his daughter Eos. The blazing look in her blue eyes when she stubbornly insisted that she would do whatever she had to in order to make sure that Eos stayed with “the man who had put his life on the line to keep her in his life and safe” was so beautiful that Orion for a moment forgot to breathe, and he felt like such a fool for not chasing her from the very start.

Carewyn realized she was in love with Orion as she spent time with him post-War and saw both how much he’d changed and also how much he’d stayed the same. She saw how he’d only gotten wiser about himself and how he wanted to live his life, as well as how well he got through the more recent struggles he went through and how well fatherhood suited him. Seeing him again reminded Carewyn how much she’d always admired him, and also gave her all the more reason to admire him. It all came to a head one day, when after she’d sung Eos to sleep and brought the usually serene Orion to tears, Carewyn and Orion ended up sitting on her couch for the next half-hour or so together, with Orion holding the sleeping baby over his heart with his eyes closed, softly asking Carewyn if she could sing “just one more song” while they sat together. Seeing his handsome, peaceful face as he sat with her and his daughter was the thing that made Carewyn suddenly realize how precious Orion had become to her, and maybe had been, a lot longer than she realized.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Oho, Carewyn is the ultimate Mama Bear type and Orion is a pacifist to the nth degree, so these two are ridiculously gentle. If Carewyn’s ever having trouble reaching something high up or lifting something heavy, Orion will frequently whisper a quick “would you like some help?” and if Carewyn says yes, he’ll either very gently pick her up or place his hands/arms on top of hers to help her with the object. Carewyn is prone to giving Orion chaste kisses of gratitude and helping him fix his collars or clothes before they head out.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

LOL, when Carewyn first initiated hand-holding between them when they were still at school, Orion was faintly uncomfortable because he’d never really held hands with much of anyone before, but it quickly became something he really enjoys doing with Carewyn. Most commonly one of them will rest a hand on each other’s while it’s resting between them on the couch or in their lap, and then the other person will hold the first’s hand in return. When they’re out and about, Orion loves holding hands with Carewyn at their sides, though Carewyn will sometimes also hold Orion’s arm with one or in both of her hands, at which point Orion often kind of lean into Carewyn. Most commonly Carewyn is the one to initiate most physical intimacy, since Orion’s still rather unaccustomed to it given his background, but it makes it so that when he does initiate, it’s usually very spontaneous and romantic, since it’s often done in the heat of passion.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Carewyn about Orion: ‘So that’s the Slytherin Quidditch Captain? ...How is he balancing on his broom like that??’

Orion about Carewyn: ‘Short and round, a Snidget’s build -- ginger ponytail, like the Weasley boy’s -- tight grip on her broom, slightly tense...a Seeker, perhaps? ...No. No, those are a Chaser’s eyes.’

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Actually, no! Neither of them really feel jealousy much of ever. They’re both rather secure in themselves and in their relationship to not get jealous. In Orion’s case, he’s way too chill to really get aggressive or surly because Carewyn’s spending time with other people, and in Carewyn’s case, she knows Orion and herself well enough to not be that distrustful.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Like with most gestures of physical intimacy, Carewyn initiated the first kiss, right after she learned she and Orion had the same Patronus and Orion finally came clean to her about how long and deeply he’d felt romantic feelings for her and she’d likewise expressed how she felt. Carewyn’s first kiss to Orion’s lips was very chaste -- so chaste, in fact, that almost as soon as she’d pulled away, Orion brought both of his hands up to her face so he could cradle it and hold it in place so he could kiss her himself more deeply. There’s often a build-up for their kisses, starting very short and then either growing deeper, or just turning into a stream of traded chaste kisses back and forth. Carewyn tends to prefer shorter kisses because she likes being able to see Orion’s expressions and deep kisses kind of require having your eyes closed, so over time, both Carewyn and Orion become very fond of kissing each other’s faces, foreheads, noses, neck, hands, and shoulders when they’re intimate so that Carewyn can more properly enjoy Orion’s facial reactions and Orion can be a bit more creative in how he expresses his affection.

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Orion. Though, rather predictably, he said it in a very round-about way:

“...I have...nurtured this bud in my heart...longer than I have ever admitted to anyone -- including myself. But when we collided again, during the War, that bud only served to grow further...and then bloom into a blossom so strong and beautiful that I could never hope to hide it...however ashamed I am that I denied it the sunshine and attention it deserved years ago. I’ve wasted...so much time, trying to stifle it...trying to be happy with what was in front of me, rather than chase what my soul was clearly aching for...all because of my own inner doubts...because of the reluctance I felt, in the face of making a choice between the dream I’d been fighting for for so long...and the chance of a new dream I’d never imagined. I realize I have been a coward, Carewyn Cromwell -- something you have never been, from the moment we first met. I don’t know if someone like that could be your soulmate -- if I could ever live up to the standard that word entails...but most assuredly, you are a special woman, one I will never know the likes of again...and I love you, all the same.”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

One will always be the morning they spent together in the Commentator’s Box talking after Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup. Another is when Carewyn accompanied Orion to drop Eos off at Platform Nine and Three Quarters for the first time -- Carewyn took Orion out for an outing to the shore afterwards to cheer him up, and they spent the day swimming in the ocean, playing volleyball, and walking around the seaside town together.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Both grew up without a lot of money, so neither are the type to buy extravagant presents, but Orion does like to “surprise” Carewyn now and again, if he sees something he thinks she might like. Most commonly this involves single flowers or small bouquets, which he’ll leave in a spot he knows she alone will find them, such as on her office chair at work or on the windowsill next to her bed at home. Carewyn in return tends to spoil Orion with surprise visits (popping over to watch one of his Quidditch matches without telling him she’s coming and then running to greet him afterward -- the first time she did this, Orion was so stunned and happy that he barreled over to her and, once she hugged him and he’d recovered from that surprise, clung onto her for almost a full thirty minutes afterwards), as well as handwritten love letters. She’ll sometimes send them through Owl Post as usual, but other times she will leave them in his locker or on his pillow for him to find too.

O= Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Carewyn always thinks of Orion whenever she sees anything black and white, as those are his Quidditch team, the Montrose Magpies’ colors.

Orion always thinks of Carewyn whenever he sees anything light blue, like her eyes -- he particularly likes forget-me-nots, since they remind him of them.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?

Although Orion frequently cites how Carewyn “has more fire than a Fire Crab,” he most commonly compares her to an Abraxan Winged Horse, with his pet name for her being “his Abraxan.” Carewyn dips into the usual “dear” and “love,” but when she’s particularly affectionate, she calls Orion “starlight,” as a reference to the constellation bearing his name.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Carewyn loves records! Their audio quality is so much better than CDs.

As dumb and predictable as it sounds, Orion does enjoy lava lamps. He likes colored lighting as opposed to stark white light, as he finds it more calming (even if Carewyn points out that it often makes it harder to see!!), so you’ll find a lot of colored lightbulbs and such around the tiny cottage he shares with Eos.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Orion enjoys games of all kinds, not just Quidditch, so he and Carewyn will sometimes bust out a game of cards, checkers, or Scrabble when it’s raining, especially if Eos and/or Erik are also around. Carewyn’s favorite games are Hearts and Mancala, while Orion’s favorites are Blackjack and Jenga. Wizard’s Chess is one of Erik’s favorite games, so sometimes Orion will play with him while Eos and Carewyn watch, too.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

When Carewyn’s down, Orion likes to encourage her to talk about it, but usually does so by starting off talking about something else entirely, so as to help her relax first. He will also sometimes want to show physical affection, like trying to hold her hand or wrapping an arm around her, which he always does so tentatively out of the worry of Carewyn not being comfortable with it that even if Carewyn’s not in the mood, she’ll nearly always try to adjust and initiate some physical affection in return to show some gratitude for the attempt (i.e. sliding her hand out of his, but kissing Orion gently on the cheek afterward).

When Orion’s down, Carewyn goes into full-on Mama Bear mode, coddling him to the nth degree and being his attentive listening ear.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything and everything! Orion is a philosopher to the max and Carewyn is intellectual enough to enjoy deep conversations, so they can go way far afield when they’re talking about stuff. Sometimes Carewyn needs to refocus the conversation because Orion gets too vague and dreamy and sometimes Orion has to “lighten up” the conversation when Carewyn gets too serious, but one of the things they love most about each other is how easy it is to talk to each other. You could hear them talking about their respective kids Eos and Erik and their careers just as often as the meaning of life or the current status of a piece of legislation regulating dragon breeding.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Orion meditates constantly. He’s occasionally been able to get Carewyn to join him, but more often she prefers putting on some calming music and getting some work done at the kitchen table while he does so, claiming that the music helps her relax. (It does. To a limited extent.) Whenever she does this, Orion -- upon finishing his meditation -- will fetch her hairbrush from her room with a smile and then come up behind her and start gently brushing her hair for her, which does actually get Carewyn’s shoulders to loosen up slightly. They also will often drink tea together, which is very calming.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

LMAO, if Orion manages to catch sight of Carewyn in the audience during a Quidditch match, he ALWAYS has to break out the old “Inspired Broom Surfing” technique for her. He can’t resist showing off on his broom around “his Abraxan.”

Carewyn’s much more prone to “show off” her partner’s accomplishments by telling others about them when they’re out and about together, as well as any pretty new outfits she’s wearing.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?

Carewyn and Orion would never get married, instead becoming legal partners with their own separate homes and lives that nonetheless exist in perfect harmony. Orion describes their relationship as them being two flowers that have bloomed on the same branch -- separate entities that nonetheless are connected and are fueled by the same sun and nourished by the same water. Carewyn felt strongly about them having some sort of lasting legal statement for the sake of both each other and their kids, so that if anything happened to either of them, their partner would have the right to be with them in St. Mungo’s, make decisions in their stead, and take custody of their respective child in an emergency. The two had a very small ceremony at a courthouse in London, only attended by their respective kids, before attending a larger gathering later with all of their friends and Carewyn’s mother and brother.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

These two have a whole playlist! ^.^

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Answered above, but no. Orion has his own cottage in Montrose, Scotland, home of his Quidditch team, while Carewyn has her own flat in London, England, close to her job at the Ministry of Magic, so merging their two households would’ve been a real challenge. On top of that, Carewyn was never in much of a rush to get married and Orion never saw much point in the ritual to begin with.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

There are actually a lot of hinkypunks in the woods around Orion’s cottage in Montrose, which Orion and Eos actually leave little treats out for and treat like pets, even if they’re generally known for luring people to their doom with their lamps. Eos tends to call every hinkypunk she comes across “Punk” by default, but there are a few she’s learned to recognize by overall attitude and given individual names like “Impy,” “Mello,” and “Wisp.” There’s also a large tribe of selkies that often pop up near the shore a short trek away from the Amari home too, and although Eos and Orion can’t communicate with them, Orion enjoys taking Carewyn down to the beach and encouraging her to sing so that the selkies will come up out of the water to listen better.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #headcanons #shipping #my writing #lol recycled art #erik apollo #eos amari

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writers-blogck · 4 years

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All [HC-01] Hogwarts Houses

Gryffindor

Katsuki Bakugo Eijiro Kirishima Hanata Sero Tenya Iida Mashirao Ojiro Yuga Aoyama Mina Ashido Hitoshi Shinso Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu Yosetsu Awase All-Might Oboro Shirakumo Miruko Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Ravenclaw

Shoto Todoroki Tokoyami Fujikage Momo Yaoyorozu Mei Hatsume Itsuka Kendo Shota Aizawa Mustard

Hufflepuff

Denki Kaminari Mezo Shoji Ochako Uraraka Inasa Yoarashi Mirio Togata Camie Utusushimi Neijire Hado Fatgum Ms.Joke Twice Himiko Toga

Slytherin

Izuku Midoriya Tsuyu Asui Kyoka Jiro Yo Shido Tamaki Amajiki Best Jeanist Endeavor Hawks Tomura Shigaraki Overhaul

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📘 Izuku Midoriya: Slytherin

-Blood: Halfblood (Mother is Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Izuku has the quality of heroism that fits in with Gryffindor but he is filled with that determination. He keeps his journal and has battle plans memorized. He is able to think on his feet and adapt easily to a situation. He is a perfect example to show that Slytherin doesn't mean bad, even if we only really saw bad examples in the series.

-Patronus: Brown Bear - Bears are known for being protective and brave to those they care about (Mother and cubs).

-Partner: Hufflepuff -(Y/N) comes from a pureblood family with their elder brother being a Slytherin (Shigaraki). They aren't very heroic in any way, which keeps them out of Gryffindor, unlike Nevil. Once they have been shown kindness, they develop a strong connection and become very loyal. They would die for those that they care for. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Netherland Dwarf Rabbit -They are meek but are humble in their abilities. They are a symbol of rebirth and second chances.

💥 Katsuki Bakugo: Gryffindor

-Blood: Halfblood (Father is Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Are you going to tell me this boy just doesn't scream Gryffindor? He often acts before thinking when he is emotional and he is filled with confidence in himself. He would be the type of person who puts himself in danger to save someone else. He comes off as harsh but he means well.

-Patronus: Wild Boar -Symbols being fearless and the embodiment of power.

-Partner: Gryffindor -(Y/N) is focused on helping others and puts themselves in danger to protect others. They put others before themselves which is a classic Gryffindor move. They may not be as outgoing as other Gryffindors (Kiri) but they are definitely a lion at heart. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: King Cobra -Snakes, especially poisonous ones, are known for being the duality of healing and hurting.

🍜 Shoto Todoroki: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: In my mind, Todoroki is always taking in information when he is silent. He obviously eavesdrops with how he heard Toru after the USJ attack. He does have the cunning of a Slytherin (and I believe his father would be a Slytherin) but he is very intelligent and his clever nature is what got him into this house.

-Patronus: Panther -Panthers are known for being contemplative and keeping their emotions hidden.

-Partner: Ravenclaw -(Y/N) has had to rely on creative ideas and their ingenuity to keep them equal to others. It is hard enough being a muggleborn so they have to prove to others that they are just as good as a pureblood. It doesn't help that their s/o is a Pureblood. He isn't tied by the blood hierarchy but his father believes strongly in it. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Ram -Rams can be seen as stubborn but they are filled with determination and will not let themselves be pushed around.

�� Eijiro Kirishima: Gryffindor

-Blood: Half-Blood ( Both parents are half-bloods themselves )

-Explanation of House: I'm sure this is no surprise to any of you. Kiri is the poster child of the red and gold house. He is definitely chivalrous and is filled with bravery. He does have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff but his stronger traits fall into Gryffindor. He is what everyone thinks of when they hear Gryffindor.

-Patronus: Bull -Bulls are known to be impulsive in their actions but they symbolize raw emotion and confidence.

-Partner: Ravenclaw -(Y/N) could fit into Hufflepuff with how kind they are but they have such a passion for learning that they fall into Ravenclaw. They try to stay under the radar to keep from being a target due to not having any powers. They are only allowed in Hogwarts due to their father being the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. -Blood: Muggle, no powers. -Patronus: Chameleon - Chameleons use their camouflage to keep hidden from predators but symbol hidden talents and defenses.

⚡ Denki Kaminari: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood ( Father is a Muggle )

-Explanation of House: Is it really shocking (lol) that I put him in Hufflepuff? To be honest, he isn't the smartest (not necessarily with memorization stuff) when it comes to wisdom. He is a dumb dudebro who would jump from the roof onto the beer pong table. He could fall into Gryffindor with his impulsive nature but he puts being kind and helping others above all else, which is why he is placed in Hufflepuff.

-Patronus: Coyote - Coyotes are believed to be one of the trickster animals who focus on the enjoyment of life. They also are able to see things from both sides and have unique intelligence.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - (Y/N) relies on their luck a lot but they do have a quick wit. They are the kind of person who can easily figure out riddles, having their own special kind of intelligence. They are the best at solving any type of puzzle and have a very clever mind. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Fox - One of the other trickster creatures, the fox is known for its good luck which gets it out of many tight spots.

🌹 Hanta Sero: Gryffindor

-Blood: Half-Blood ( Two Half-Blood Parents )

-Explanation of House: I see this boy being filled with courage and the desire to help. He reminds me of a mix of Kirishima and Denki. He deeply cares for his friends like Denki but also has more courage than the blonde like Kiri. He may not be as vocal as his sharp-toothed friend but he fits in Gryffindor just as well.

-Patronus: Spider - Spiders are believed to symbolize protection and creativity.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - (Y/N) is filled with that creative spirit and loves to design different outfits for people. They are known for making patches for the other students to put on their robes for some individuality. At first, it was an issue but the headmaster ended up deciding that small changes like that in the uniform were allowed. -Blood: Half-Blood ( Mother is a Muggle ) -Patronus: Dragonfly - Dragonflies are known for being carefree and filled with imagination. They carry themselves with lightness.

💨 Tenya Iida: Gryffindor

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: I thought about putting him in Ravenclaw because of the obvious but after thinking about it for a bit, I think he fits as a Gryffindor more. He reminds me of a knight and they would definitely fit in Gryffindor's house. He is the only one of the Dekusquad who is in the red and gold house.

-Patronus: Clydesdale Horse - The horse symbolizes carrying the burdens of others and strength. They also are a sign of nobility.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) is filled with determination to help those that can't protect themselves. They have a rather optimistic outlook on life which gives them a few Hufflepuff traits but it is their self-sacrificing nature that was the final decision in their house placement. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Pelican - Pelicans symbolize being unselfish and responsible as well as safety for others.

��️ Tokoyami Fumikage: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: Many would see him as Slytherin but he relies on his intelligence quite a bit when it comes to fighting. He isn't as cunning a Slytherin and he isn't very outgoing and friendly like a Hufflepuff. Dark shadow would be considered a Griffindor due to how impulsive he is.

-Patronus: Owl - Owls are believed to be filled with wit and have a special connection to the magic and the astral plane.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - (Y/N) is the perfect example of a Hufflepuff. They are filled with kindness and it seems like everyone likes them. They are willing to stand up for the little guy and want to make sure that everyone is happy. They have a talent when it comes to reading people's emotions. -Blood: Half-Blood ( Father is a Muggle) -Patronus: Dove - A dove symbols peace and hope in things moving forward. It is believed to show the gentleness and be a messenger to the spirit plane.

🥋 Mashirao Ojiro: Gryffindor

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: He has the patience of a Hufflepuff but he feels more like a Gryffindor to me. He is both valiant and filled with chivalry. He reminds me of such a gentleman and the perfect candidate to become a hero. His head is level-headed enough so he doesn't panic but he has enough bravery to act in the moment.

-Patronus: Puma - Pumas are known for having a silent strength and graceful/deliberate movements.

-Partner: Hufflepuff -(Y/N) sees the world in a different way than most do, similar to that of Luna Lovegood. They are always trying to experience the five different senses and like to experiment with different things like texture and taste. They are very loyal to those that they care about. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Raccoon - While Raccoons can be known for being tricksters, they also are known to be explorative and curious.

👁️ Mezo Shoji: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: What am I basing this belief on? Well, it has been shown that he will do anything for his friends. He had his scene with Asui where he makes sure to keep her warm and he straight up loses one of his hands to Tokoyami when Dark Shadow takes over. He has a deep loyalty to those that he cares about.

-Patronus: Quail - Quails symbolize team-work and group harmony. They also are very protective.

-Partner: Slytherin - (Y/N) is a very tricky person to deal with as their emotions can change with the turn of the wind. Just like a cat, they are quite cunning and tend to focus more on their own desires than others. They are trying to learn to be a bit more selfless from Shoji. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Cat - Obviously, the cat family is known for being cunning and independent from others.

🌟 Yuga Aoyama: Gryffindor

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: Surprised? I am basing this on his interactions with Midoriya in the anime in that one episode, ignoring his creepy cheese obsession. When he pulls Deku aside and gets serious, I feel like we see him for the first time and he isn't a comic relief character. He is showing that he truly wants to be a hero and that gets him into Gryffindor for me.

-Patronus: Peacock - Peacocks represent the feeling of being self-assured and the recognition of pride when it is due.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - They like to focus more on the creative side of things and aren't as brave as others. They like to go with the flow and hate for too much pressure to be put on them. They fit into Hufflepuff but their natural curiosity for things they don't understand puts them in Ravenclaw. -Blood: Half-Blood (Two Half-Blood Parents) -Patronus: Seal - Seals are known for being close to their family as well as symbolize creativity and imagination.

🌸 Ochako Uraraka: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: There is no one more hard-working then Uraraka. She does have traits of both Slytherin with her determination and Gryffindor with her courage but her loyalty and determination she possesses to be able to provide for her family is what got her into the yellow and black house.

-Patronus: Otter - Otters are an important symbol for empathy and the joy that life can bring.

-Partner: Hufflepuff -(Y/N) is focused most of their friends and helping them with what they need. Their elder brother Tenya was placed in Gryffindor, the same house that their elder brother Tensei was in. They are both impulsive and brave but one of their main traits is the kindness they have for others. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Hummingbird - Hummingbirds represent energy and the vitality of youth. They are also warriors who can be playful.

👽 Mina Ashido: Gryffindor

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: Mina definitely has a creative side which could have gotten her into Ravenclaw and she loves her friends but she is impulsive and filled with courage. Think of that scene when she was in middle school. That villain was giant but she didn't even think twice about going to help those girls!

-Patronus: Cougar - Cougars symbolize courage as well as loyalty. They are able to take the leadership position if needed.

-Partner: Slytherin - (Y/N) has a lot of house pride and refuses to be seen as a villain. They simply are cunning and able to talk circles around people when they need to. Their older brother (Hawks) was also in Slytherin, which shocked many as they expected him to be in Gryffindor. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Raven - Ravens are known for their intelligence and are often believed to be cunning creatures.

🐸 Tsuyu Asui: Slytherin

-Blood: Half-Blood (Mother is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Tsu is always shown to be level-headed even in the most chaotic of situations. She is filled with determination to help those around her and is very resourceful when necessary. She can come up with plans and change them quickly to fit the situation better.

-Patronus: Eagle - Eagles are meant to symbolize a clear goal and the determination to succeed in plans.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) is one of the most impulsive people Tsu has ever met. They are bouncing off of the walls a lot of the time but they have such a sense of justice and protectiveness towards others that they were placed in the red and gold house filled with heroes. -Blood: Unknown heritage. -Patronus: Moose - Moose are known for being strongwilled in what they believe and protective of those around them.

🎵 Kyoka Jiro: Slytherin

-Blood: Half-Blood (Mother is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Jiro fits the creativity that comes with Ravenclaw but I view her as more cunning and resourceful. She definitely is a Slytherin when compared to her other classmates. She is smart and can come up with plans that work to the strengths of her teammates.

-Patronus: Tiger - They are known to speak the duality of being a creator as well as a destroyer.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - (Y/N) is a rather quiet person who only really opens up around those they trust. Their best friend is in Gryffindor and they often hide behind them when situations get too much for them. They have their own unique type of intelligence. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Hedgehog - A hedgehog is meant to symbolize self-preservation and the shyness of meeting new people before opening up.

☕ Momo Yaoyorozu: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: This one shouldn't be shocking to anyone. The girl is filled with intelligence and often tries to be logical in the moment. She is able to make plans using the facts but she isn't tied down by them. She knows how dangerous it was to get Bakugo but she still went with the others to save him.

-Patronus: Swan - Swans are elegant and filled with grace. They are shown to strive for perfection.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - They have just as much determination as their sister Uraraka but they are more focused on having a plan than acting out of instinct. They are filled with bravery but they look at the world like a problem needing to be solved, similar to that of a riddle or puzzle. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Mouse - The mouse is meant to be the symbol for the importance of detail and being careful with plans.

Misc.

💜 Hitoshi Shinso: Gryffindor

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: This was a tossup between him going into Gryffindor or Slytherin so I took the Harry Potter decision. Harry spoke out when he was being sorted which is what ultimately got him into Gryffindor and I think Shinso would be the same. Just remember how he went to 1-A just to straight-up tell them he was going to take one of their places? A Gryffindor would definitely do that. A Slytherin would be more discreet and work behind the scenes to get what they want.

-Patronus: Weasel - Weasels have a hidden strength to them and hold a commanding and powerful aura.

-Partner: Slytherin - Everyone always thought that (Y/N) would end up in Ravenclaw due to how much they value knowledge but it was their cunning nature that was the final decision. They do not merely memorize facts like a Ravenclaw might. They use all their knowledge to get what they want which is why they fall into the serpent house. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Skunk - Skunks symbolize the demanding of respect and taking time with your actions.

☁️ Inasa Yoarashi: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: Inasa has the heroism that any good Gryffindor student has but he has such a welcoming presence that I think that he fits better with Hufflepuff. He is one of the many examples that show that Hufflepuffs can be strong and soft at the same time.

-Patronus: Canine - Dogs are known for being loyal to those they care about and filled with love to share.

-Partner: Gryffindor - Even without any powers on their side, (Y/N) is filled with innate bravery. They do feel fear but they have learned how to push past that if it means saving someone. -Blood: Pureblood, a genetic malfunction that gives them no powers. -Patronus: N/A - N/A

⛓️ Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Gryffindor

-Blood: Half-Blood (Both Half-Blood Parents)

-Explanation of House: He was close to getting into Hufflepuff (just like Kiri) but his brave nature overruled his immense amount of care he has for his friends. He is very loyal but one of his big aspects is how brave he is. He isn't only brave for his friends, which pushed him to be a lion. He would stand up for a stranger if he thought it was the right thing to do.

-Patronus: Armadillo - Known for trusting in others but being tough when they need to.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - (Y/N)'s main focus is helping others but they are focused more on a pacifistic approach than other houses like Gryffindor. They focus on their bonds with their friends and those around them. They are an expert when it comes to making someone feel better. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Frog - Frogs are said to represent healing and medicine, as well as being peaceful.

🌵 Yo Shido: Slytherin

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: I just get the feeling that he would be a Slytherin. He takes the leader position when it comes to both his friendships and his teammates in battle. He is able to come up with a plan and isn't against using slightly underhanded tactics to do the right thing.

-Patronus: Rooster - Roosters are very self-assured and filled with pride. They are also known for being honest to a T.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) has a hard time with impulse control, which pushes them toward the house of the lion. They also are filled with bravery, often rushing into things without thinking them through first. This is where Shido comes in handy to keep them from doing anything too dangerous. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Roadrunner - Roadrunners are known for their speed and are seen as symbolizing opportunistic opportunities.

🎌 Yosetsu Awase: Gryffindor

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: His scene with Momo convinces me that he would be in Gryffindor. He didn't leave her when she was hurt and he was ready to die before being a coward. He is less impulsive than some Gryffindors but he is as brave as any of them. I love him, he is such a brave boi.

-Patronus: Beaver - Beavers are intelligent and symbolize being strong-willed and determined.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - (Y/N) is a kind student who gets along with most of their classmates. They like to take care of others in a maternal/paternal way. They believe that one of the most important things for someone to be is kind. Sometimes kindness is enough. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Porcupine - Porcupines symbolize innocence.

✨ Mirio Togata: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood (Mother is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Mirio could fit into Griffindor with how heroic and self-sacrificing he can be but he ended up in Hufflepuff due to how important his friends are to him. He is one of the most loyal people to exist as well as being a ball of sunshine. Hufflepuffs can be just as much of a hero as a Gryffindor, look at Newt!

-Patronus: Lion - Though Mirio isn't in Gryffindor, his Patronus is a lion as they are known for their protective nature and loud beliefs.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - (Y/N) was terrified of being placed in Slytherin as Nightmare would be considered to fit in that house. They, on the other hand, fit more into Ravenclaw due to the creativity they possess. They have learned many skills in their time of trying to ignore their other side. -Blood: Half-Blood (Unknown) -Patronus: Zebra - Zebras symbolize illusions as well as a sense of individuality.

🐙 Tamaki Amajiki: Slytherin

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: Another good example of the side of Slytherin not shown in the series. It is canonically shown that Tamaki is able to run through multiple plans in his head and can change his plan of attack in seconds to accommodate for the new information he has on his enemy.

-Patronus: Opposum -Opossums symbolize being intelligent and quick-witted. They are believed to be strategic creatures.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - (Y/N) is very open-hearted and is ready to take anyone under their wing if they need someone to lean on. They are similar to Mirio in their kindness. They are brave but not impulsive on such a belief. They will always want to help someone but will take time to come up with a plan. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Monkey - The monkey is one of the trickster deities (Especially in Chinese Mythos) and are known to be very curious.

🛠️ Mei Hatsume: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Half-Blood (Two Half-Blood Parents)

-Explanation of House: Mei is an example of the more rare version of a Ravenclaw which is the chaotic creative student. She also has quite a bit of knowledge and is rather intelligent. Just look at how much she knows about technology and how well she is able to use that to make her 'babies'.

-Patronus: Ferret - Ferrets are mischievous creatures who are self-reliant.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - Just like Mei, (Y/N) is in the chaotic subtype of their house. They are unable to keep themselves in one place and don't always think over what they are doing before actually doing it. This is why they end up covered in bruises and small cuts. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Chipmunk - Chipmunks symbolize being energetic and curious independence.

🍙 Itsuka Kendo: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: Kendo could fit into Gryffindor but she is too calm and logical in my mind. Yes, there is Hermione but her bravery overweighed her intelligence. Kendo's quick-thinking mind overweighs her more knightly characteristics. Ravenclaws can be heroes too.

-Patronus: Jackel - Jackels are symbols for intelligence and tenacity. They also are known to be courageous.

-Partner: Slytherin - (Y/N) is known for being mischievous as well as having a very cunning mind. They can be dangerous to those that they don't like because they can easily trick someone in one way or another. Make sure not to get on their bad side and make them plan revenge. They hold a grudge. -Blood: Half-Blood (Two Half-Blood Parents) -Patronus: Fox - Foxes are a trickster creature who are known for their magic and talent in illusions.

🍥 Camie Utsushimi: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: She is a stereotypical Hufflepuff, where she is just shoved into a house since she doesn't fit the others. In reality, she is very loyal to those that she cares about and has a naturally kind personality. I also see Camie being patient to those she cares for.

-Patronus: Hyena - Hyenas are known for not taking themselves too seriously and have a good sense of humor.

-Partner: Gryffindor - Everyone thinks (Y/N) is going to be placed in Slytherin due to their quirk but they are really a Gryffindor. They are filled with courage and while they doubt themselves at times, they always come back with high self-esteem in the end. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Orca - Orcas represent powerful and thoughtful individuals.

🌊 Neijire Hoda: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: This shouldn't be surprising, just look back at the first time she meets 1-A. That girl is filled with so much energy and is giving off so much of a kind aura that she fits perfectly as a Hufflepuff. Yes, she does have a desire for knowledge but she fits more with Hufflepuff than Ravenclaw.

-Patronus: Bee -Bees are said to enjoy life as well as being defensive. They are said to symbolize energy.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - While Neijire doesn't fit fully, (Y/N) is a better match for Ravenclaw. They are a quiet and shy person who has a hard time expressing themselves. They rely on things such as art and other creative outlets to express themselves properly. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Snail - Snails are said to be solitary yet still protective.

Pros

⭐ All-Might: Gryffindor

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: This is one of the easiest ones to pick. Of course, he is in Gryffindor, he is the definition of being impulsive, especially in his younger days. He is filled with bravery and courage as much as the next hero. He is self-sacrificing which helps place him in this house.

-Patronus: Rhino - Rhinos are said to be protective and tenacious.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N), while not as extreme as their s/o, has heroic personality traits that put them in this house. They are outgoing and while they are not as impulsive as All-Might, they are able to push through their fear to do something if it is going to help someone else. -Blood: Half-Blood (Father was a Muggle) -Patronus: Magpie - Magpies are said to be very perceptive and outgoing.

👖 Best Jeanist: Slytherin

-Blood: Half-Blood (Two Half-blood parents)

-Explanation of House: Best Jeanist seems to be very calculated when it comes to his plans. He knows the importance of having a friendly image like a Gryffindor but with how much of a leader he is, he is more of a serpent. He is a perfect example of Slytherin not being a bad house.

-Patronus: Heron - Herons are patient and creatures filled with agility.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - (Y/N) is a logical individual with a good dose of quick-wit which allows them to work with even the toughest hero, aka Endeavor. They don't take crap from anyone. They are known to be kind as long as someone doesn't lose their trust and respect. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Lioness - Lionesses are known to symbolize determination as well as persistence.

🔥 Endeavor: Slytherin

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: Of course he is a Slytherin but that isn't just because he is seen as a bad person. He has shown heroic qualities at times but he has shown that he will do whatever he needs to so he can get what he wants. He can be selfish at times, though he is trying to get better.

-Patronus: Wolverine - Wolverines are known to be passionate and assertive in what they believe in.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) follows a strict code that they believe in which mainly involves protecting those that can't protect themselves. They haven't been tainted by the world (Endeavor's Words) and still have that bright-eyed stare. They truly only want to help people and have no underlying desires. -Blood: Half-Blood (Two Half-Blood Parents) -Patronus: Manatee - Manatees are said to represent trust as well as feeling content.

🍡 Fatgum: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father was a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: A strong Hufflepuff, one of my favorites! Look at how he treats Tamaki and Kirishima. He is firecly loyal to those boys and would die for them if he had to. He also is filled with a truly kind personality, he makes people ease up around him and trust him.

-Patronus: Wild Dog/Painted Dog - The wild dog/painted dog is said to represent the importance of family.

-Partner: Hufflepuff -(Y/N) has no powers but would fit under Hufflepuff if they went to Hogwarts. They enjoy more domestic activities such as baking and any creative activities. -Blood: Muggle, no powers -Patronus: N/A - N/A

🍗 Hawks: Slytherin

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: Hawks has shown that he is willing to do some bad things if it means that the right thing happens in the end. He has heroic qualities and is often mistaken to be a Gryffindor but he is more cunning than the average lion. He will do whatever needs to be done.

-Patronus: Macaw - Loud and filled with pride in themselves, Macaws could be said to be overcompensating for something.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - While they do have as heroic spirit in them, they are more focused on the care of others to be placed in Gryffindor. They never thought they were going to be placed in that house, which was one reason the sorting hat decided they were in Hufflepuff. They were not overly egotistical in themselves. -Blood: Half-Blood (Unknown) -Patronus: Scarab - Scarabs are known for accepting people as well as being open to rebirth and renewal.

🌀 Oboro Shirakumo: Gryffindor

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: I see Oboro as a mix between All-Might and Mirio. His reckless nature is what pushes him over from Hufflepuff into Gryffindor. He is willing to do whatever he needs to (self-sacrificing wise) to protect the innocent. He doesn't always think his actions all the way through.

-Patronus: Griffin - Griffins are said to be filled with pride and are vigilant to a T.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - (Y/N) just wishes that everyone can get along. They tend to be more pacifistic then their elder brother Aizawa. They are willing to fight if they need to but they prefer to keep things peaceful if that is an option. They use their quirk to make people calm down. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Ladybug - Ladybugs are said to be good luck and offer protection to those that see them.

💤 Shota Aizawa: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: Aizawa is as cunning as any Slytherin and can come up with plans as well as them as well. The thing that keeps Aizawa from being a Slytherin is that his emotions control his actions more than logic does at times. He has to do what his heart tells him is right.

-Patronus: Lynx - Lynx are known for being sharp-sighted and secretive with a cunning mind.

-Partner: Gryfinndor - (Y/N) may hide it but they are a true hero at heart. They come off as friendly and one would assume they are a Hufflepuff until any type of danger presents itself. They quickly turn into a protector and take control of the situation to keep as many people safe as possible. -Blood: Half-Blood (Both Parents are Half-Blood) -Patronus: Red Panda - Red Pandas are known for being trusting and very patient.

🥕 Miruko: Gryffindor

-Blood: Half-Blood (Mother is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Does this really need to be explained? She is filled with confidence in herself and is known for many of her heroic personality traits. She is able to defend those when needed and can fight without being crippled in fear like some think she would due to her quirk.

-Patronus: Rat - Rats are ambitious and are able to change when necessary. They are also known for being sociable.

-Partner: Slytherin -(Y/N) had to learn how to be cunning at a young age due to their quirk. They also had to learn to be careful so as not to hurt anyone too badly by accident. They have learned how to twist their words to get what they want. A heroic Slytherin. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Squirrel - Squirrels symbolize having everything planned out and can be a bit obsessive at times.

🍭 Ms.Joke: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father was a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: Again, this one seems like it doesn't need to be explained. Ms.Joke's entire quirk is focused on humor and has let her be a kind person as she has grown. She is a hero, so she could fit in Gryffindor but she isn't impulsive enough or recklessly brave.

-Patronus: Dolphin - Dolphins are symbols for emotional intelligence and empathy.

-Partner: Gryffindor -Unlike Joke, (Y/N) can't help but be impulsive with their actions. With their quirk, it has allowed them to get away with a lot more without repercussions which has caused them to be a bit too reckless at times. They do well with someone else by their side to keep them in line. -Blood: Pureblood -Patronus: Fennec Fox - These are like their bigger counterpart with a trickster aspect but they are more light-hearted.

Villains

🎮 Tomura Shigaraki: Slytherin

-Blood: Halfblood (Mother is Muggle)

-Explanation of House: I know, the classic villain is a Slytherin but he does fit. He is willing to go to any lengths that he needs to get what he wants in the end. In his younger days, he could have been Gryffindor. While he is protective of those around him, in the end, the most important thing to him is his goal.

-Patronus: Elk - One version of the symbols that elk represents is power and majesty.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) has a very heroic set of ideals and beliefs. They fight for the weak, which is how they got themselves wrapped up with the league. What they are worried about is that the longer they stay with the LOV, the more they are beginning to question their beliefs. -Blood: Half-Blood (Father is a Muggle) -Patronus: Gazelle - Gazelles are known for their awareness and cautious personality.

💀 Dabi: Gryffindor

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: NOW LISTEN, I know he has burned people up and has been a terrible person but there is nothing saying Gryffindors can't be bad. As Touya, he definitely would be a Gryffindor. As Dabi, he would lean toward Slytherin but he is quite daring and he is confident in himself. He wouldn't get expelled but he would run away.

-Patronus: Scorpion - Scorpions symbolize self-preservation and defense as well as sharp spitting-wit.

-Partner: Ravenclaw - (Y/N) had to take care of themselves from a very young age which left them to learn everything on their own. This led to their small obsession with information. They feel safer the more that they know, it allows them to be ready for more situations so they can protect themselves. -Blood: Unknown -Patronus: Sheep - Sheep are often seen as a sacrificial animal that can be used with no real remorse.

⏳ Overhaul: Slytherin

-Blood: Pureblood

-Explanation of House: So here we have the classic Slytherin. Yes he is evil but it is his cunning nature that puts him in Slytherin. He has an entire group working under him and knows how to negotiate as shown with Shigaraki. He would probably end up getting expelled for some experiment.

-Patronus: Cheetah - Cheetah's symbolize someone always moving forward with a set goal in mind.

-Partner: Hufflepuff - (Y/N) is very loyal to a very few amount of people, but would fight for them, until they die. They like to be around those that they trust and tend to be very timid. They are close to being in fight or flight mode at all moments as if ready for any threat. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Deer - Deer are known for their innocence and are meant to symbolize a light for others to guide them home.

🎭 Twice: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Muggleborn

-Explanation of House: Twice is shown to be fiercely loyal to the League. He is definitely the most loyal of the bunch. He also has a naturally good heart, even if his mind is a bit cracked. He hasn't gone out of his way to hurt others unless they threaten his self-made family.

-Patronus: Elephant - Elephants symbolize loyalty and commitment.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) used to be much braver when they had their quirk. They still possess some of that bravery but there is always a small amount of nervousness and pause when it comes to making a decision. They are learning how to feel safe again with the league and are slowly regaining that confidence they used to possess. -Blood: Half-Blood (Mother is a Half-Blood) -Patronus: Robin - A robin is a symbol of growth and renewal.

🍚 Mustard: Ravenclaw

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: I like to think Mustard is actually pretty smart, especially when it comes to chemistry. Due to his own quirk, he would be interested in other chemical reactions and such which would cause him to study them when he was younger. He uses logic and intelligence when it comes to fighting.

-Patronus: -

-Partner: Slytherin - They had to grow up rather quickly which taught them that one of the only ways to live was to lie to get what you want. They do not lie to those that they get close to. They have high walls but with enough determination, one can get close to them in which they become attached to the person. (Y/N) becomes very fierce if it comes to protecting those they care about. -Blood: Muggleborn -Patronus: Chameleon - Chameleons are able to change what they are to suit the situation, ever-changing.

🔪 Himiko Toga: Hufflepuff

-Blood: Half-Blood (Father is a Muggle)

-Explanation of House: She is easily loyal to those that she cares about and she relies on her emotions heavily. While she is threatening and crazy, she is friendly in her own strange way. She can be hardworking when she wants to, oftentimes when one of her friends needs help.

-Patronus: Bat - Bats are known to symbolize good luck and rebirth.

-Partner: Gryffindor - (Y/N) is quite impulsive due to their own quirk. They are brave and self-sacrificing when it comes to those that they are close to. They have their own code that they live by, such as the one that Stain believed in. This is what puts them in Gryffindor instead of another house like Slytherin. -Blood: Half-Blood (Both Parents are Half-Blood) -Patronus: Honey Badger -(Y/N) may not be in Hufflepuff, but their Patronus is a Honey Badger. They symbol fierce loyalty and passion.

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emmyrosee · 5 years

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His Little Lamb (18+)

OH LORD OKAY- tune me out because this isn’t important but I feel like I should put a tiny warning; this is one of the most messy things I’ve ever written (yes, I know, crazy right?) because of certain things that are going on in my neck of the woods. HOWEVER, this has also been in the works for about a week and a half non-stop, so there was no way in hell I was not gonna not publish it. I crave validation, what can I say? I’m also incredibly, indescribably sick, so there are certain parts of this that I am very proud of, while others are rushed and messy. This is also written in First Person, which I very rarely do, so please (nicely, I cry easy) tell me how I did with that.

Regardless of my garbage, I hope you enjoy :)

WARNINGS: (I honest to God don’t know what to put here smh) SMUT. SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT WITH WEIRD TRACES OF FLUFF. DUNCAN’S KINDA A BULLY. ORAL, MALE RECEIVING, LIKE, A LOT. RIDING DUNCAN, PUBLIC (i think public?) SEX, DON’T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

Fratboy!Duncan x Fem!Reader; after a fun night with the legendary Duncan Shepherd, he becomes smitten with you, and you soon learn the truth about the fraternity’s strange system of dating by the hands of The Shepherd.

When I stepped into the warm night of September, walking to a party that I had heard about on campus, I hadn’t expected a domino-like effect, leading me to meet the campus famous fraternity brother, Duncan Shepherd. I had definitely heard of him and his crazy, famous parties from girls around, almost like a modern day, scholarship winning Jay Gatsby.

Of course, no had told me that you don’t challenge this modern Jay Gatsby at anything, unless you’re ready to prove your talents and worth to him.

Especially beer pong, apparently. Or so I’ve learned.

“Yo, I wanna play!” I squealed, plopping down to a tall, handsome brunette on some random couch. A game of beer pong had just wrapped up, and a new set had been put up immediately after.

The man grinned before taking a sip of his drink, “You any good, doll?”

“I’m not too bad- never lost through high school, but I haven’t played since I’ve gotten here.”

“You think you’re good enough to beat Duncan Shepherd?” He asked, brows cocked.

I shrugged, “maybe. Don’t know if he could tolerate losing to a chick though.”

He chuckled, “why don’t you ask him?”

“Where is he?” I asked smugly. The man bit his tongue as his answer, making a shiver shoot down my spine. “Oh my God,” I whispered, blushing from embarrassment. “I-“

“No worries, but you couldn’t beat me a beer pong if you tried, doll,” he sneered, standing up and grabbing the small ping pong ball.

I grinned, relieved at his chilled and lax nature. I grabbed my own ping pong balls, “try me. Loser has to strip.”

“Hope you’ve got a cute bra on,” he purred.

There was not one unimpressed person in the party.

To his amazement, I sunk my last ping pong ball into the last of Duncan’s red solo cups. The crowd went crazy, chanting my name as I stood in just a tank top and pants while Duncan was left in his jeans with a grin.

“Impressive, baby.”

“Thanks, handsome man,” I said, crossing my arms, “but I want my prize.” My eyes traveled to his jeans, smirk on my cheeks.

Licking his teeth, Duncan nodded, “Ight, Ight, it’s only fair.” His hands traveled to his zipper and he teasingly undid it, everyone standing around cheering him on. “Ta-da.” He sang, dropping his jeans around his ankles.

Of course it was a marvelous sight. It was Duncan Shepherd, it had to be

Black, tight underwear left little to the imagination, meaty thighs shameless in their display much like the man that possessed them.

“Alright you damn show horse,” I couldn’t help but tease, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck, “you can stop making the other boys feel bad.”

“That’s my forte, doll.” He snickered. “And if I’m a show horse, I’m desperate to know what that makes you.”

“Wouldn’t I be your Little Lamb, Mr Shepherd?” I asked, pressing my hips against his. His underwear did a poor job of separating us, the surprise friction making me bite my lip.

“Creative,” Duncan said, grinning. His arms wrapped around my waist, “you wanna get outta here? Come back to the house?”

I chuckled, “I feel like you’d be bad for my grades.”

Duncan scoffed, “Nah, I’m harmless. I gotta be. Dean’s always on my ass about shit, gotta stay on my toes.”

I giggled coyly at him, slowly moving my hands down his chest. “I better get back to my dorm,” I said, pouting. “But thank you for the show, Mr Shepherd.”

“Any time, little lamb,” he purred, pushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Want me to walk you back?”

“Sure,” I agreed, “it’s not far from here.” I smiled up at him, pulling away.

“Let me just grab my clothes, doll.” He whispered. He quickly buckled his jeans and slid on his discarded clothes before reaching for my hand and guiding me out of the party.

We walked back to my dorm in comfortable silence, hand in hand underneath the bright street lamps and dazzling stars. Duncan was different from the standard frat boy image- his face was older, the dark stubble on his face contrasting the innocent brightness of his eyes. The firm, protective grasp of his hand in mine was comforting and warm, making a heat wash over my body.

We passed the threshold to get inside my dorm complex, the luxury of having a room on the first floor suddenly seeming like a betrayal to cut our time short.

“Here we are.” I said, letting go of his hand. He sighed gently before jamming his fists in his pockets.

“Yeah,” he said, “I guess we are.”

“Thank you for keeping me safe, Mr Shepherd.”

“Any time, doll,” he said with a smile. He leaned against my doorframe and watched me fumble around with my keypad.

Finally, my room unlocked and I was allowed inside, giving Duncan a kiss goodnight as compensation.

That’s where I thought it would end.

I was quite wrong.

The next morning I had gone out to breakfast with some friends as we walked around campus, some of them more curious about my night with Duncan than I was ready to tell.

“How big was his dick? Word around campus is it’s 8 inches.”

“Did his stubble feel weird on your thighs?”

“No hickeys that I can see, huh? Kinky.”

“You guys,” I scolded, “nothing happened. He walked me home like a gentleman and that was it.”

“Boring,” they crooned.

Despite my assuring that nothing happened, my friends refused to let it go, all day that we were out they demanded to know about the events of the night before.

But Duncan’s true impact on the campus was only cemented in my mind when I met The Shepherd.

A small envelope on my door would be my entrance to his realm, and I was never more curious than when I saw who the letter was made out to.

Little lamb read the crude writing.

Picking up the small, white envelope, my heart pounded in my chest, shaking hands made it difficult to open.

I couldn’t pin point why I was so nervous. Maybe he was angry that I beat him. Maybe he was just trying to ask me out.

Finally, I opened it.

Little lamb,

Interest has been piqued. The Shepherd wishes to speak to you. Tonight. 830.

Be there.

Confused, I slipped the letter into my pocket and swiftly walked into my dorm, disappointed that my roommate wasn’t there to give advice.

I wasn’t even sure if I should go. I had a great time with Duncan, he seemed normal enough for a rich frat boy, but it’s always a stupid idea to go somewhere and have no one know.

I looked at the clock, pissed to see the red lights flashing 5:30. I had to make my decision and make it quick. If I went, god knows what would happen to me, what him and his friends would do.

However, if I didn’t go, he could get relentless, and I’ve learned there’s nothing scarier in a man than rage.

Fuck it, I said to myself, let’s go.

The three hours leading up to me going to meet Duncan flew by in a blur, and I had to dash out the door in order to make it to his frat house on time.

I knocked on the large door, and within seconds, a tall, broad brother peeled through the door, “name?”

“Uh... Y/N?”

“Business?”

“I’m uh, looking for The Shepherd?” I asked, looking back at the note. The man’s eyes widened and he swiftly unlocked the door.

“You must be Duncan’s little lamb.”

I shrugged, “I guess?”

“They’re waiting for you,” he said lowly, stepping out of my way. I nodded at the strangeness and entered the large house. I was impressed and a little freaked out with the decor, the school’s colors shamelessly splayed everywhere. Couches, pillows, pictures of past fraternity brothers hung, judging me for coming here, as if knowing something I didn’t.

“Ah, there’s my little lamb.” Duncan’s familiar voice called as I turned into the room. I nodded despite the strange nickname, “yup. I made it.”

The rest of the brothers clapped and whistled at me, making me blush in embarrassment.

“Welcome to the house, little lamb.” He proudly opened his arms to his house, making his friends all clap and hoot like wild beasts.

I chuckled awkwardly, waiting for the brothers to calm down.

Once they did, Duncan’s attention was refocused on me, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Now then- change into these,” Duncan commanded, tossing a pile of clothes at me.

I caught them, and my jaw dropped at them.

The too-small piled consisted of Duncan’s letterman jacket, the same one he was wearing the night I beat him, and a kilted mini skirt, much, much too short for any sort of imagination.

“D-Do I have to?” I asked, voice trembling.

“Well, if you really wanna roll with the Shepherd, little lamb,” he husked, tipping my chin up with soft fingers, “you gotta prove the pack.”

“H-how?” I quivered.

A smug grin spread across his cheeks, his thumb tracing my lower lip, “you’re gonna put on a little show for us, and in turn, you become one of us. We protect you from the wolves, my pretty little lamb.”

“I... I still don’t understand!” I cried, lips trembling in fright.

Duncan crouched down in front of me, mockingly pouting his lip out, “come on dolly, don’t want that pretty face to cry,” his large thumb swiped under my eye, taking up the tear before brining the salty liquid to his tongue. “I’ll take care of ya, don’t you worry.”

“W-Why me?”

“What can I say? Got me interested.” He licked his teeth under his grin, standing back up, “Alright boys. Let’s give her some privacy to change, I’ll be back in five to check on you, little lamb.”

The boys all left, Duncan even winking at me as he closed the door.

As anxious and tense as I was, I did as I was told and began to undress, the fright in my chest making it hard to breathe.

This was a mistake.

I just knew.

Duncan’s letterman jacket taunted me like a predator to its prey, the much-too-tiny-skirt to match is just as rude to my self esteem.

I contemplated leaving, just walking out with not a word. I had no reason to be here, I flirted with him for a night and now I’m his ‘little lamb?’

So weird.

Of course, this conclusion and idea to leave had blossomed as I had already slid on Duncan’s jacket and the miniskirt, not sure how I looked due to the lack of mirrors. Probably to save girls from having to look at themselves, the shame in my chest would’ve been cemented if I had seen my lack of rational thought.

I jumped as the door slowly opened, Duncan’s familiar face filling the frame.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, sinful smirk on his face, “you’re gonna be quite the show, baby.”

“You still haven’t told me what this is about...” I said, pulling his jacket around me to shield me a little.

Duncan threw his arms out, “what’s there to say? Every brother gets his name and his chick. I’m the Shepherd, you’re my little lamb. Michael’s the devil, his girl would be his angel. Get it?”

“I could do without the theatrics, Duncan.” I said, a lace of anger in my voice. He shrugged and called his friends back in, the catcalls from them rang in my ears like a gong to remind me just how vulnerable I am to their smitten eyes.

“Are you wearing your panties, baby girl?” Duncan asked, rubbing his stubbled chin.

“Yes?” I answered. The shakiness in my voice gave away my confusion as to why I would have to remove them.

Duncan clicked his tongue, “no no, thats not gonna fly. They’re gonna have to come off, baby.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he lowered his voice, “tradition. Off. Now.”

After a brief moment of pause, I tenderly pulled my underwear over my knees and down my legs, tossing them aside neglected.

“Good,” he purred. “Touch yourself.”

I froze, “w-what?”

“Touch. Yourself.” He commanded again, just as stern as the previous time.

I looked between the men encircling me, heart beating faster and full of embarrassment and in a weird way, arousal.

The heat resonation off of my core betrayed her, and I bit my lip anxiously.

“I...can’t do it in front of people-“

“You’re dripping, doll.” One of his friends piped, “the skirt doesn’t hide it, in case you were wondering.”

“Awww,” Duncan cooed, smirking smugly at the embarrassed girl before him, “someone must like all this attention, huh you little slut?”

I looked up at him, like a deer in headlights, opening my mouth to speak but no words come out.

Crouching down in front of me, Duncan gently grabbed my wrist and guided it down to my heat, long fingers gently pressing my own to my clit. My jaw dropped as delicious pressure circled tightly on my sensitive bud.

“That’s a good girl,” Duncan whispered, “keep going, little lamb.” He stood up, slowly sliding off his leather jacket and tossing it to the side, keeping his eyes locked on me like a predator to his prey. “Put a finger in there, baby girl. I want you nice and wet for me.”

I obeyed, much to my own confusion, and I slowly pushed a finger inside, eyes rolling back in my head as they found the spongy wall inside of me.

The men encircling me had begun to palm themselves at the sight, but Duncan stood as still as he could, watching my show with no sympathy.

As I started to become erratic to the touches to my clit, I couldn’t help but began to sweat in Duncan’s letterman, skirt becoming damp with my fluids. I was almost disappointed in myself, hoeing around in front of these complete strangers for a status that in 5 years won’t even matter.

But right now, being ‘Duncan Shepherd’s Little Lamb?’

That’s all that matters to me.

“Ahh!” I screamed, tossing my head back in pleasure, “p-please! C-can I cum?”

In mock sympathy, Duncan tilted his head, “naw, can my little lamb not take a little fingering?” He straightened his neck, “don’t you dare cum on those pretty little fingers, doll.”

“But-“

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

Alongside the chuckling from Duncan’s friends, their own cocks straining against their jeans, I merely mewled at myself, sliding my fingers hesitantly out of my dripping heat. “N-now what?”

He took a condom out of his shallow denim pocket and grinned, “now’s the real show, little lamb,” he sat on the large couch, thighs spread wide as he pat his left muscle, “hop on.”

I couldn’t move. I was so stunned that I was actually here, let alone about to let Duncan ram himself inside of me while horny yes-men watch.

Slowly, I began to crawl over to Duncan, other men whistling at the exposure of my slick thighs and red cunt peaking from under my skirt.

I pulled myself onto Duncan’s lap, legs spread wide and open over his. He smiled down at me smugly and grabbed my hips tightly. “You ready for me baby?”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, tilting my head away from his gaze. I was snapped back to him when his soft lips attacked my neck, biting and sucking roughly. His hand left my hips as he began to undo his jeans, tent bigger now that I was so close to him.

He slid his hard member out, “Alright boys. You know the drill.”

One by one, jeans and pants were dropped, cocks being strained against boxers.

“Ready, Shepherd,” the crowd said, grabbing their cocks and teasing them.

Face completely red from embarrassment, I merely listened to the sounds of skin slapping skin, hands laying on Duncan’s chest as if to ask to wake up from this dream.

But this wasn’t a dream.

And I made the choice to stay with him.

Instead, Duncan gently adjusted me to sit on his length, sliding it inside with no hesitation.

“AH!” I cried, screwing my eyes shut and throwing my head back. The stretch of Duncan inside me was indescribably delicious, and I hated myself for liking it. Duncan gripped my hips again, slowly setting a pace for me to bounce on.

“Oh, and one more thing, little lamb,” he husked, licking the bite that he just created on my neck. “You’re the last to cum.”

“No! I-I can’t hold that!” I whined, bouncing harder, “please!”

A hard, commanding hand came down on my ass and I arched her back with a loud moan. “Don’t be a brat, little lamb,” Duncan growled, roughly grasping my jaw. “You’re not gonna like me if I’m mad.”

“Y-yes sir,” I whimpered, slowly getting back to my original pace on his lap.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “keep going, baby girl.”

“Yo, Duncan,” one of his friends interrupted, “can I get some of that?”

Duncan looked over my shoulder at someone, although I wasn’t sure who was asking.

“Yes,” came Duncan’s answer, “let’s make this more interesting.” He gently pat my ass to make me get off, but everything was so tense I couldn’t move. The lack of release and the thick air in the room were absolutely the cause. “Come on doll,” he commanded, slapping my ass hard again, “move it.”

“Where?”

“Next to me. Hands and knees.” He commanded.

Numbly, as if to know what was coming, I obeyed, arching my back like a cat and waited for the pressure between my hips to return.

Which it did, of course.

I bit her lip in awkward pleasure as Duncan slid into me, new position making it harder to predict his next move.

“Jim,” his husky voice called from behind me, “you’re up. Come ‘ere.”

One of Duncan’s frat brothers, a tall, handsome brunette apparently named Jim looked down at me sweetly, almost sorry for me, stroking my bottom lip comfortingly.

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?”

Despite the quick, hard thrusts of Duncan’s hips and the poorly made ponytail in his hand, I nodded, parting my lips slightly to welcome Jim’s hard, flushed member past. In tandem with Duncan’s thrusts and pace, I took his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, shaky hand gripping what I couldn’t manage. Jim groaned in sweet arousal, grabbing the back of my head gently to help me slightly with my bobbing.

He was strangely ginger with his touches, contrasting with the rough forcing from Duncan.

But we had to move on.

Once I laid my tongue flat against Jim’s head, hollowing my cheeks to finally break him in order to find my own release, I knew it was over for him. “O-Oh fuck, that’s it babe- I’m gonna cum,” Jim groaned, tugging my hair. He stayed true to his promise, spilling his seed down my throat. I swallowed it greedily, heat coating the back of my throat like honey. What else could I do?

The other brothers who participated, quite literally, came and left.

After Jim came Derek, a lanky blonde who was not nearly as gentle as Jim.

Then Seth, brunette hockey player that I knew from around campus.

Then Michael, another tall blonde that looked at me with even less sympathy than Derek.

Then Andy.

Brad.

Brendan.

Josh.

James.

Evan.

Dominic.

Finally came Matt, who instead of making me swallow, gave me a facial, sticking to my eyelashes and heated cheeks, smirking as he did.

I genuinely didn’t know which she appreciated more- the facials because I could merely wipe him off or the constant stickiness of various boys down my raw, aching throat. The ordeal had been over, and finally I could be with Duncan alone.

My hips and pussy hurt like nothing I’d ever felt before, secretly hating Duncan for keeping his promise of a show. His constant and relentless pounding had my entire existence molded around him, so close to that delicious brink of stars.

Tired and overstimulated, I choked back a sob when Duncan finally whispered “cum for me, my brave, strong little lamb.”

Everything in me snapped, I don’t know what came over me. Once I was given the chance, my thighs collapsed, arms gave out and it was only then that I cried from a mix of pain and pleasure from my abused walls.

Duncan followed, spilling his hot cum inside his condom before slowly pulling out and throwing it away, his own walking shaky. “Come here, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered, gently picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. I wanted to protest and tell him I could walk, but my everything fucking hurt. He set me down on the cool countertop, making me arch and whimper against the contrast to the overheating of my body. It felt really good, the cool granite on my thighs, but it would feel even better if my body hadn’t been so stimulated just seconds before.

Duncan smiled and gingerly dabbed me with a warm, comforting washcloth, cleaning me rather poorly of sweat, jizz and my tear tracks.

“I didn’t think they’d ask,” he admitted, earning a exhausted glare from me. “You really did impress us.”

I said nothing.

He sighed, “I get that you’re pissed at me. I don’t blame you.”

“I’m not pissed,” I said, voice breaking. “I’m in pain and tired from it.”

He tilted his head adorably, like a small puppy and I nearly forgot just how much I’d endured to see him like that.

“Your clothes are fucked,” I tried to joke, voice gone from the maltreatment of my throat.

Duncan chuckled, “that’s not my worry right now.” He handed me a small Dixie cup full of mouthwash, “here. Stay the night. I’ll get you home once you can walk again.”

I nodded, gratefully taking the minty mouthwash from him. I swished it around until it was a pure froth, spitting it and whatever else came up back into the sink.

“Here, I’ll get you some clothes,” Duncan said, leaving the bathroom to only return moments later with a black shirt and boxers, “may be a little big, but it’ll work, right?”

I nodded, sliding on the roomy clothes. They smelt like him, that kinda helped the recovery.

“Let me be the first to say congratulations, little lamb,” Duncan whispered, gently picking my exhausted body up again and carrying me to his room, “you’re one of us now. Top of the food chain, baby.”

I weakly smiled, hand caressing his stubbled cheek, “I can’t wait for you to show me what you can do when it’s just us, Show Horse.”

I felt the tent in his pants grow again.

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artnerd1123 · 4 years

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DTRH!AU Masterpost

Moving into a new post since I’ve got stuff actually organized!!! It’ll likely get an update from time to time. Apologies to those whom the read more breaks for ‘^^

Everything to do with this au will be tagged #dtrh!au or #down the rabbit hole au Individual characters are tagged with #dtrh![name]

Here’s an AU PMV for starters!

Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

Putting this up here so it doesn’t get super buried- Here’s the fic(s) set in this AU! All Moving Pictures End

The AU crash course: The premise behind the au is that everything takes place in a pocket dimension controlled by a black magic script. Joey Drew is the one who’s writing/editing this script, and his rewrites affect the world and the characters within it. His constant reshaping eventually twists the world from a sitcom genre to a horror film- hence the horror esque setting, creatures, and plot. The characters didn’t escape the rewrites’ effects either. They’re warped into corrupted versions of themselves. However, these characters end up becoming sentient after awhile. The first one of these to become entirely sentient is Henry. He’s currently the only one who’s all the way out of alignment. A toon gone rogue, if you will. He still goes along with Joey’s “plot,” but it’s more so he can try to reach the other characters than to keep Joey happy or unaware of his actions. His goal is to basically “wake up” the other characters, so they can all stop living in a hellish nightmare studio and actually try and make something nice out of their home. He’s extremely dedicated to his goal.

Character time!!! toon trio refs / corrupted refs butcher gang refs / corrupted refs toon henry ref toon sammy ref / corrupted sammy ref toon susie ref / corrupted susie ref toon allison and tom refs / corrupted allison and tom refs joey ref / toon joey ref toon norman ref / corrupted ref toon bertrum ref / corrupted ref toon and corrupted grant refs toon jack ref / corrupted jack ref toon wally ref / corrupted wally ref toon and corrupted lacie refs toon and corrupted shawn refs

Character relationships/orientations

Concept art, anyone? toon trio concept work (w/ bonus corrupted bendy n alice) corrupted boris/alice concept work (ft bonus hen) butcher gang concept work (w/ corrupted forms) henry concept work sammy concept work (and more henry) susie concept work joey concept work corrupted norman concept work toon norman concept work throwing around lost ones ideas

Misc stuff Henry, but Goop™ Susie and Studio Tea™ Hey Henry, how do u feel about Joey? Yo hold up, hen and polk are a thing??? Henry’s glasses saga Regular studio shenanigans

FAQ:

How many of the employees are gonna show up? Hopefully all the named ones in the game! Once they’ve got a design, they’re guaranteed to show up somewhere.

Are they really carbon copies of the employees? Is there nothing different about them and their irl counterparts? They started as carbon copies! Latching onto their old traits and their old selves does help them come to their senses. However, different character development happens in script than IRL, so they end up different. Henry, for example, takes up the last name “Ross” when he wakes up (instead of his IRL counterpart’s “Stien”) to differentiate himself :0

So is everyone corrupted on purpose? Yes and no. Yes, because Joey chose to rewrite the script so much that it mangled characters, but no, because he didn’t intend to mangle them in the first place. It just kinda happened.

What makes them corrupted? Corruption is what happens when you can’t hold onto the core of what your character is, and get dragged into what the new script is telling you. It’s when you lose sight of who you are among all the chaos. People who are drawn farther away from their actual selves end up more monstrous. Susie (aka “alice” angel) is a great example of this. Bendy is too! Far be it from his real nature to be a murderous monster.

So can the toons be uncorrupted? Yup! Henry’s our model citizen this time. He looks more like a toon than a normal person, sure, but there’s nothing monstrous about him. That’s because he’s latched onto what makes him Henry. He’s not letting the instability of the world around him shake him up. Otherwise he’d be a goopy mess of ink.

Why’d Joey write everyone so differently that they corrupted? He’s actually very out of touch with people once he starts rewriting the script. Since his memories are getting foggy, he fixates on details that he can remember, and exaggerates them as needed. In fact, he’s hidden tape recorders around the script studio as built in reminders of these character traits.

How’d Henry wake up? And how does he plan on waking everyone else up? Ok… this is a longer answer. It all comes together, i promise. Jus hang with me. Whenever henry dies, he gets sent back to a sort of “first draft” stage. In order to get back to the world he’s supposed to exist in, he has to get through all the layers of ink Joey put down to get to his current script. As one can imagine… there’s a lot. So much so that Henry has to essentially swim to the surface. As he passes through all this ink, he can hear whispers of previous scripts. The deeper he is, the closer these whispers are to what the world used to be like. Seeing as Henry is the protagonist, he ended up dying… a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Joey had a lot of snags in the script to work out. All these times sent into the draft-y ink soup made made Henry slowly realize what was going on. He wasn’t mindless anymore. He knew what was up. After realizing that the world wasn’t right, it didn’t take him long to push for the rest of his consciousness. He plans on using what whispers and memories he can gather to bring everyone else back. He’s not dying on purpose, mind you, but he gathers as much information as he can to help everyone else realize that they’re not who they’re supposed to be.

Wait, memories? Does Henry remember the past scripts now? Not quite? He’s got a good enough memory stockpile to keep himself centered, but he doesn’t always know what’s up ahead as he heads through another studio loop. If Joey happens to rewrite or change around the script, those patches of Henry’s memory blip out of existence. Or at least get hazy. Hen can often tell if Joey’s changed something by how many holes he has in his memories.

Can anyone in the pocket dimension get out? Henry’s the only one who can get out! Joey literally wrote him a back door to the script. It used to be so he could talk to Henry whenever the “story” was over, but nowadays it’s just to judge how fast plot goes via how quickly Hen gets back. All Henry can manage to do is walk around and stare silently. And he can’t even stay out very long. Ink’s unstable in the real world. Gotta go back in n start the horror show over if u wanna live :/

Can Joey go in? Nope! Since he’s not made of ink, he can’t go in. He can watch tho!!! He does so via writing POV shifts into the script, and watches through whatever character it shifted to. Who needs cameras when u got the eyes of black magic toons n inky monsters ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Does Joey know Henry is sentient now? Nnnnot quite? He thinks the magic is being screwy with him. He can’t switch POV to Henry anymore, since the toon’s taken control of himself, and that’s real confusing since the writer doesn’t know what’s up. Plus, like mentioned above, Hen can’t exactly give Joey a sign once he gets out of the studio. Bummer :/

Is Joey gonna majorly rewrite the script any time soon? Nope. He’s to attached to his current plot to change the genre or anythin, so it’s gonna stay as is. With some changes here and there. One musn’t underestimate how many times u can change the order of scenes, or improve dialogue...

AU Background:

((this is long as shiz, so get some popcorn slfkjs))

Y’all probably wanna know how this whole horror show started. I’ve got two words for ya: Joey Drew. Unsurprising! But he’s our starting point nonetheless. Joey Drew is the retired owner of Joey Drew Studios, a cartoon studio that ran itself into the ground after a decade or two of fantastical cartoons. Money problems aren’t kind to the entertainment industries. However, the studio was still his pride and joy! As are the friends who stuck by him or met him during the time it was open. He kept up with all of them through the years. They were like a little family. Unfortunately, time has a way of changing things. With his friends drifting away, living their own lives, getting up in years, or a combination of the three, Joey wasn’t doing too well. He was lonely. Feeling washed up. Missing the glory days, where he helped work on cartoon scripts instead of submitting horror and mystery shorts to local magazines. Not all that surprising that he turned to something else to cope. This thing being none other than occult magic. Because… of course it is. It’s a habit he’s had for years. Nothing like some demonic rituals to spice up the life of the creative mind behind kids’ cartoons! Especially fun when you’re a man with poor impulse control and a wild imagination. In any case, Joey summons the three main characters of his beloved cartoon series. Bendy, Alice, and Boris! (I refer to these three as the “toon trio.”) He was just as happy that he’d managed to bring them to life as he was to have them around the house. It was like having slightly unruly grandkids with toony superpowers. In other words, they were absolutely delightful!!! He took care of them and admired their antics. It was a great time. … until. Well. It wasn’t. Turns out things that don’t belong in this world get rejected eventually. After a few months, things started go go wayward. The toon trio had difficulties maintaining their forms, moving, engaging in tropes, and a ton of other things. They were miserable. Joey was understandably heartbroken to see this happen to his poor toons. So, like any good person, he tried to do the right thing: put them back on the paper they came from. It didn’t end up working exactly how he’d expected. Everything comes with a price when you mess with demonic ink. The magic not only created a stack of paper instead of a series of drawings, but latched onto an old fountain pen and Joey’s closet. If the closet thing seems odd, it is. But it’s a convenient place to hide ritual pentagrams! So, closet it is. Upon frantic examination of the papers, Joey discovered it was a script. A black magic infused script. Three names up top told him the toon trio were the only characters. A bit of experimentation led him to discover that the magic-infused pen was the only thing that could interact with the script properly. Further experimentation showed him that the script had made his closet into a pocket dimension. The contents? Whatever was in his new script. This is where the real fun begins. The new magic script practically floored Joey with awe. He had a world he could shape however he wished! He could run all those scripts he’d never gotten to put in production! He could watch his toons frolick! He could even use it to play with ideas he’d never gotten to explore. The possibilities were endless!

((Of course, you might be wondering if Joey… y’know. Knew the toons were still alive. Because they were, they were just living in a pocket dimension now. In short? No. He didn’t. He carefully tested a few things with the script, just to make sure. All the toons did was what he wrote down. They moved like they were alive, but didn’t act that way. Plus, the dimension made them blank slates. They didn’t have any characterization in there to make them truly alive. So! For all intents and purposes? He saw them as you would any other character you write. A visual extension of his imagination. Ok mini rant over, back to the story--))

Playing with the toons was amazing. Joey hadn’t had fun like that in years! It was his little secret world, populated by his cherished toons. He could make believe whatever he wished. Eventually, though, loneliness started to catch back up to the old man. His friends… his family… life… it all went on. He just felt left behind. And what does Joey do when he doesn’t feel good? Not cope healthily, that’s for sure. Onwards to more occult magic! Only this time, he tries something… different. The toons were lonely. They deserved company. They deserved someone to take care of them. A familiar face. Maybe someone who helped Joey create them in the first place. Someone who’d just sent Mr. Drew an old letter and a card, since he hadn’t seen him in awhile… … someone like Henry. Using the magic pen, Joey traced over Henry’s note. Far from ruining the precious letter, it transferred “Henry” into the script. It’s not the real one! Basically a carbon copy, fresh from the time period that Hen first wrote the note in. Seeing as Henry’s letter came from around the time the cartoon studio was going strong, it’s an old version of him. But it was still Joey’s old friend. Just… toony. Toon Henry reacted just as his living friend would. If he wrote dialogue? He spoke it like Henry would. If he wrote some action? The toon put a classic Henry twist on it. Delighted, Joey returned to his script with renewed vigor. Toon Henry got to spend plenty of quality with the toon trio as the days went on. Thus began a trend of toonification. Missing one of his old friends? All Joey had to do was grab something with their old handwriting on it, and trace them into the script! There’s a carbon copy that acts just like the real deal! A fine compromise, right? … Right? Not exactly. It was fine at first. Joey made what could probably qualify as a sitcom-style story for the toony world to run on. His friends, at this point, all populated the studio. The premise was that the toons (now including the butcher gang!) had been summoned while he was still running the studio, and got up to hijinks with the rest of the employees. A hefty dose of actual studio drama- turned comedic, of course- kept the whole thing almost real. Joey even featured himself once or twice, but only in allusions, or a disembodied voice. He wasn’t about to let a carbon copy of himself have all the fun. It made him feel less lonely. More included. A fantasy world of never ending fun and heartwarming moments. How unfortunate it is that life doesn’t follow this pattern. Morality is a hard thing to come to terms with. So is sickness. Especially that of a friend. … it was just one rewrite at first. One alteration on a bad day. After all, using writing to cope is perfectly acceptable. One bad episode in the midst of sunshine doesn’t discount it all. One uncanny occurrence, though, doesn’t usually stay singular. It didn’t take long for the solitary rewrite to become two rewrites. Then three. Four. Six. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. More and more and more. Until the happy honey colored studio slipped into sinister sepia. This wasn’t the old script anymore. Not by a long shot.

The setting? A studio of shattered dreams. Your protagonist? Henry. His goal? Survive long enough to escape.

~It’s quite th͝e̵͞͏ ͠M̕a͘sţe̛̕r͘p̕i̵͝e̡ḉe̡̨͜~̡̛

#dtrh!au #down the rabbit hole au #dtrh!masterpost #/#//#batim au #woop woop!!!#this took me like... 3 hours #to get it all together #slkjdfkldsfj--#the hyperfixation is strong in this one :VVV #but!!! all that aside; updates to come; as usual. and if there's a question u have that's not in the faq; feel free to hmu!!!#arty writes

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