Theodore blinked, startled both by the other’s presence and the request, and he glanced down to, indeed, see long ( so incredibly long ) hair spread across the floor and...beneath his feet. He was quick to move aside and away in search of a spot free to stand on. It took a short while, though.

“M-my apologies,” Theodore eventually said, gaze rising to look up at the other, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. “Um, how did you...” 

...know my name, he wanted to ask, but decided against it. They were powerful, even in chains, it wasn’t difficult for his magic to sense that, and considering where he’d ( somehow ) managed to stumble into, well...

magixfortis​:

Shit, shit, shit, fucking hell…!

A fist slams into the tree he’s stumbled into, frustration and panic and cold, hard fear ripping through the wizard’s very being. Cold sweat drips down his face and he’s breathing too quick and too shallow, but it’s nigh impossible to calm down with the numbness, the heaviness spreading excruciatingly slowly from his feet and up his legs. 

Theodore had thought they were extinct, but the newly hatched basilisk he’d come across had certainly proven him wrong in the most horrible of ways. The creature had still been too young, so he hadn’t been hit by the full brunt of the curse that an adult basilisk would’ve been capable of, but…

He’s not entirely sure that slowly being turned to stone is a much better fate. But if he can just make it home, to his little study where he knows the small bottle of phoenix tears are stored, he should be able to do something to reverse the curse! 

He just needs some help…!

Curiosity was the main thing that brought Leo to seeking out the source of the strange noises. Something crashing through the underbrush… It was a little concerning, to say the least. Mostly because it didn’t sound like anything he was familiar with. He was just planning to see what it was, make sure it wasn’t something dangerous. That was it.

He was surprised to see it was a person, the possibility having somehow slipped his mind. Not like it mattered a whole lot, not at the moment. Something seemed wrong. If there was something wrong, and this person was out here all by themselves…

“H-Hey, are you…” Okay? His voice faltered at the word, realizing what they answer probably already was. Leo hesitated only for a moment, clearing his throat before calling out to the stranger again. “What’s wrong?” There. That was better. Something is obviously wrong, it was just a matter of finding out what it was.

Too distracted by his own distress, Theodore didn’t notice the other man until the very moment he spoke. His head jerked up, then, wide-eyed gaze darting towards the other and while he would’ve been more cautious had the situation been different, all the wizard felt at that moment was near crushing relief. 

“I-I need to...get home,” Theodore choked out, throat tight. He tried to step closer, but his petrified feet wouldn’t move the way he wanted them to ( how could they? ) and he would’ve sent himself hurtling face first into the ground had he not kept his hands on the tree for support. As it was, all Theodore managed to do was to stumble into the trunk ( again ). 

Shit, shit, shit, fucking hell...!

A fist slams into the tree he’s stumbled into, frustration and panic and cold, hard fear ripping through the wizard’s very being. Cold sweat drips down his face and he’s breathing too quick and too shallow, but it’s nigh impossible to calm down with the numbness, the heaviness spreading excruciatingly slowly from his feet and up his legs. 

Theodore had thought they were extinct, but the newly hatched basilisk he’d come across had certainly proven him wrong in the most horrible of ways. The creature had still been too young, so he hadn’t been hit by the full brunt of the curse that an adult basilisk would’ve been capable of, but...

He’s not entirely sure that slowly being turned to stone is a much better fate. But if he can just make it home, to his little study where he knows the small bottle of phoenix tears are stored, he should be able to do something to reverse the curse! 

“Did you just...” Theodore trailed off, fingertips slipping through the cum splattered across his face. He blinked, surprised more than anything else, and glanced back up at the other man, a brow arching as a little smirk spread across his lips.

Theodore has fucked up. He’s fucked up really bad. 

He’d headed to the outskirts of town to test out a new spell he’s been working on and it went reasonably well. At first. But then there’d been this sound, way too loud and way too close, and it had startled him enough that he messed up the incantation and now...

...Now, he’s turned his clothes invisible.

@magixfortis​ liked for a starter with Alastor

Alastor looked over the human as he approached, taking note of where he suspected things were bought and as he looked to his face – he realised that he’d made eye contact. Trying to cover up his jumpy nerves, he simply spoke with a near-practiced, calm tone. 

But then complimented him on something that he didn’t actually pay attention to. “ Those are nice trousers. ”

                 God.. he was bad at seeming calm. What a weird compliment.

It certainly wasn’t every day that Theodore got complimented on his trousers, of all things, and he couldn’t deny that the comment caught him off guard. It was probably obvious, too, with how he seemed to pause, blinking in surprise.

magixfortis​:

The lullaby echoed faintly even in his dreams as he slept, soft and soothing and calm, lulling him deep into unconsciousness for the best sleep he’d had in a long time. When Theo woke some time later, he felt much better than before, his body and mind far from as sluggish as they’d been. It would take him a day or two to completely rid himself of the bone deep exhaustion, but, for now…

He felt good.

…And embarrassed.

Honey eyes blinked open slowly, only to squeeze shut again as Theo groaned and blushed and burrowed deep beneath the blankets to hide from the memory of how he’d acted towards Yun. Oh gods above, please just end him now.

If the gods heard Theo, they weren’t going to answer his prayer. Yun was still at Theo’s, having gone back to his place a few times to mostly check on the animals he looked after, and his hoard. The stew had been put up, it would be easy to reheat and he even baked some sweet bread that was from his childhood.

Yun was not surprisingly, asleep in a chair in Theo’s room.

He’d woken every hour to make sure that the wizard was safe, going all out to ensure that Theo didn’t catch his death.

The dragon wouldn’t deny that his libido was making him crazy, up to where he had to go take care of himself at his hoard. And his last conscious thought before he had drifted off recently was the question why he was being almost a mate to Theo. 

Once the wizard had managed to shove his embarrassment far, far away, he peered out from beneath the blankets to glance around the room in search of Yun. He didn’t have to look very far nor very long. 

The sight of Yun in that chair, fast asleep, had a small and affectionate smile tugging at Theo’s lips and he quietly slipped out of bed and, with a blanket in his hands, softly padded over to the dragon to gently and carefully drape it over him. Theo watched him for a moment, chest and cheeks growing warm at the realization that Yun must’ve watched over him while he slept.