lampridius

[lampridius]

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: diasomnia ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 | 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: bro deadass i wrote this request then when i went to publish it it somehow lost internet and i lost the fic and request and i have to do it again so sorry to the person for this

also i finally grew some balls and got crunchyroll premium and with the newfound power i watched windbreaker, dr stone season 4 and i'm currently watching aot season 3 so sorry i died lmao

at first, he’s quiet.

not upset - not even disappointed - just... deeply thoughtful. he’s lived a long, isolated life full of expectations. children were always seen as a given for a prince, a way to continue his legacy.

but then you look up at him and say it, gentle but firm: “i don’t want kids. not now, not ever, really. i hope that’s not something you’ll resent.”

he doesn’t speak for a moment. “you are what i want.”

he means it. you are his world, more than a legacy, more than a duty he never chose. and if that future doesn’t involve children? then he’ll build a new one with you.

besides, he has lived centuries - the idea of shaping a life built just for the two of you is quietly thrilling.

he laughs. not mockingly - in that lilia way that means “ah, i understand now.”

“how bold of you to tell a centuries-old bat dad you don’t want kids,” he teases. “you’re lucky i like that kind of honesty.”

you wait, unsure if he’s serious.

then he grins. “honestly, i’ve raised enough troublemakers for a dozen lifetimes. i was never in this for the diapers.”

he reaches out and takes your hand with an almost uncharacteristic gentleness.

“what i want isn’t more family. it’s you. the present, not the possibility.”

you realize in that moment that he’s already known how full a life can be - and for him, you make it full again.

he nods quietly when you tell him.

“…thank you for telling me,” he says, voice soft.

you ask if he’s disappointed, and he shakes his head. “i’ve never thought that far ahead. all i’ve ever wanted is peace… and you’re that, for me.”

he’s thoughtful about it - he doesn’t dismiss the idea of parenthood lightly - but he knows the feeling of obligation far too well. if building a life with you means no children, then it’s not a loss. it’s a choice. and it’s one he’ll protect like a promise.

he smiles, eyes warm. “i want whatever future lets me wake up beside you.”

he short-circuits. not out of anger - but panic.

“wha- no children? at all? NEVER??” he’s been raised on legacy and loyalty, and his mind jumps to tradition before it settles into you.

you sit him down gently. you explain. it’s not a phase, not a fear - just a choice. one rooted in self-awareness, and you trust him enough to share it.

he goes quiet.

and that’s how you know he’s listening.

eventually, he looks up - flushed, ears a little red.

“…if that’s truly what you desire… then i will respect it. i- i still want to stand beside you. no matter what.”

his voice trembles on the last word, but he means it. loving you is louder than any imagined future.

and later, when he tells lilia and lilia just nods and says, “good. kids are overrated,” sebek nearly combusts.

[lampridius]

hey so how do you think Phainon and Anaxagoras would deal with a crush who for some reason can get Anaxa’s full name right every time, but they keep tripping over Phainon name. Like Phaipon. Paiphon. Phinious. Philip . Crush promises they aren’t doing this on purpose to Phainon?

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: phainon, anaxa ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: it felt right to put them both in the same scenario. sorry this has more phainon in it than anaxa, since reader is getting philip's name wrong, not anaxagoras

phainon would be... amused, at first.

he hears it for the third time- “paiphon” -and his eye twitches just slightly. the correction is gentle but clearly well-practiced: “phai-non.” he enunciates it slowly, patient like a teacher, though his smile’s the kind that sharpens just a bit at the edges.

you groan into your hands, mortified. “i swear i’m not doing it on purpose. i can remember anaxagoras, but not yours? how is that fair?”

and that’s what seals it for him.

he gives you a look - something between mock betrayal and theatrical offense. “you mean to tell me you can say 'anaxagoras' without blinking, but i get called kevin?”

you nod, dead serious. “kevin felt right in the moment.”

he starts laughing. really laughing. not his usual smooth-talking kind, but the sort that spills out full-bodied and unguarded. the drama vanishes. he leans against a wall or maybe your shoulder, catching his breath, wiping at a nonexistent tear.

“you’re unbelievable,” he mutters fondly, grinning.

and the thing is - he doesn’t mind. not really. if it were anyone else, he might tease them into oblivion or feign offense. but it’s you. the one person who can butcher his name and still make him feel seen.

meanwhile, anaxagoras, sitting nearby, doesn’t even bat an eye. he sips his tea calmly. “perhaps the name remembers who speaks it.”

you and phainon both blink.

“what does that even mean?” phainon grumbles.

anaxagoras shrugs. “they remember mine. perhaps you should meditate on your phonetics.”

phainon shoots him a look. you burst into laughter.

he’ll never admit it outright, but he adores you - even if (especially if) you call him phineas next.

[lampridius]

heyya, how would mydei react to his s/o caressing his tattoos?

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙨 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: mydei ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

mydei would go still the first time it happens.

he’s not unfamiliar with touch - not entirely. but there’s a difference between affection and reverence, and the way your fingers trace along the curves of ink on his skin feels like the latter. slow, deliberate, like you’re committing every swirl and mark to memory. he’s trained to respond to threats and commands, but this? this is uncharted. it’s soft.

at first, he doesn’t know what to do with it. you’ve seen his marks before - ornamental, symbolic, heavy with meaning. not just cosmetic. they carry history, duty, pain, legacy. and yet, when you touch them, you do so with the gentleness of someone tending to something precious, not dangerous.

your fingers move along the pattern at his collarbone, and his breath catches - not because it’s intimate in a physical way, but because it’s intimate in a trusting way. he watches you through the corner of his eye, quiet, tense in the way someone is when they’re not used to receiving kindness without conditions.

but slowly, he softens under your touch. his muscles ease. his shoulders drop. his hand finds yours and stills it - not to stop you, but to keep you there, grounded in that quiet moment. he doesn’t say much, not yet, but his thumb brushes against your knuckles, and his gaze lowers.

“...you don’t need to treat me like i’m sacred,” he murmurs, voice low. “but I won’t stop you.”

it might take him time to get used to it. but that first time - your gentle touch on a part of him marked by duty and identity - lingers in his thoughts far longer than you’d ever know.

[lampridius]

ok so ur writings r so cute! and i love ur theme its so awesome!!!! now for my request heheh

a non yuu male/gn reader (twst) who went home for a holiday or for something random ig and came back with a big ol' bite mark from their dog on their nose, cuz this just happened to me like saturday night and i think it would do for some fluffy crack, for characters i dont reallllygg mind? just not third years (no offense to them lmao) thank you!!! <3

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: octavinelle ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: i tried doing the request with characters that i liked the most... then i realised my favourite characters are all third years

when you return to the lounge, azul does a double-take. not at your posture, not at your outfit - your nose.

"...what happened to your face?"

you blink, totally chill. "my dog bit me. he got excited. teeth went full gremlin."

azul visibly malfunctions. "excited - that’s what he does when he's excited?!"

"yeah. he's old and mean but i love him."

he pinches the bridge of his nose. "do i need to contact a healer? do you need a potion? do you need a - what do humans use - tetanus shot?"

you shrug. "i rinsed it with tap water."

"YOU WHAT."

he immediately starts fussing, summoning towels, antiseptic, and probably trying to sneak an NDA in case someone sues the lounge because you're disfigured under his employment. he doesn’t say it, but he’s secretly relieved it wasn’t something serious.

...though he is a little bitter he didn’t get to meet the creature capable of marring your mortal beauty.

you walk into mostro lounge like nothing’s wrong.

"welcome back," jade says smoothly - then he tilts his head. "...may i ask what creature left such an intriguing mark on your nose?"

"my dog," you reply casually. "i bent down too fast, and he decided I was food."

there’s a beat of silence. then: “i see.”

you half expect him to laugh or pity you - but instead, he smiles (a little too serenely).

“how curious. i’ve met many fauna in my time, but a dog who reacts violently to affection sounds quite... specialized.”

"he's dramatic. he's fine."

"mm. i would very much like to meet him. for research, of course."

you freeze. "...he’s a chihuahua."

“ah.” jade’s smile grows even more amused. “that explains everything.”

you swear you catch him sketching a ‘dog tooth pattern’ in his notebook later that day.

floyd spots you across the hallway and shouts: “SHRIMPY, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR NOSE?!”

he grabs your face immediately, lifting your chin to inspect the bite like it’s the coolest war wound he’s ever seen.

"was it a fight? was it a snack accident? wait - was it intentional?"

"my dog bit me."

“…your DOG??”

you nod. "yeah. he does that sometimes."

floyd stares at you, then bursts out laughing.

“man, you leave for two days and come back with battle damage?! i should come with you next time. i wanna meet the beast!”

“he’s 10 inches tall and shaped like a rat.”

“even better. i’m gonna wrestle him.”

you genuinely believe he means it.

[lampridius]

anaxa findign reader asleep on their couch after a long day? (would he come over and rub their head or cover them with a blanket i need to know

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: anaxa ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

he absolutely would.

anaxa’s steps are soft as he enters the space, the door shutting behind him with a gentle click. it’s late, and the room is dimly lit by the glow of something left playing on the holoscreen - maybe something you put on just to fill the quiet. he spots you right away, curled up sideways on the couch, arms tucked close to your chest, breathing even in the kind of sleep that only exhaustion brings.

his expression doesn’t change much, but there’s something in his eyes that softens. maybe a quiet guilt for not getting back sooner. maybe just the quiet reverence of watching someone you care about rest without having to armor themselves.

he crosses over, slow and careful not to wake you. for a moment, he just looks at you - his hand halfway raised before he decides. then, with quiet fingers, he reaches down to brush your hair back, thumb gliding gently along your temple. he lingers there, rubbing small circles, the touch warm and featherlight.

“you should’ve gone to bed properly,” he murmurs - not scolding, just thoughtful, soft-spoken.

after a beat, he straightens, reaches for the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. he unfolds it carefully and settles it over you, tucking it around your shoulders and down over your legs. his hands pause at your arm for a second longer than necessary, then pull away with care.

he leaves a glass of water on the table in front of you before stepping away, his own tiredness tugging at him - but not before giving you one last glance over his shoulder, something fond and unspoken in it.

[lampridius]

hiii! id like to req an anaxa x reader where reader is aloof and mysterious msot of the time but an absolute sweetheart only to him, would he appreciate it?

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: anaxa ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

oh, absolutely - anaxa would not only appreciate it, he’d be genuinely endeared by it.

you, with your quiet steps and distant gaze, a puzzle that most never get close enough to solve. you keep to yourself, always observing, always elusive. conversations with others are short and dry; smiles are rare and never fully reach your eyes.

but not with anaxa.

with him, you soften. there’s a lightness in the way you speak his name, a rare tenderness in the way your fingers linger just a second longer when you pass him something. when you lean against him, quiet and at ease, it’s clear he’s the only one you let past your walls. and he knows that.

anaxa isn’t one to flaunt or demand affection. he’s analytical, curious, used to observing others from a distance like a well-kept ledger. but your shift - your subtle sweetness when it's just him - isn’t lost on him. in fact, it brings out something deeply protective and touched in him. he doesn’t need you to perform or be bubbly - your quiet loyalty, the warmth you reserve only for him, speaks volumes more.

and when you curl into his side after a long day, offering a rare, whispered “i missed you,” he doesn’t say much - just rests his hand gently over yours, as if grounding that delicate affection between you both.

yes, he appreciates it.

and he treasures it more than he lets on.

[lampridius]

Idia x reader where reader was from an otome game pleasee

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: idia ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: i think it would be so funny if i added idia's internal monologue for this lmao

idia first recognized you by accident.

you were walking through the botanical gardens, asking questions with that same curious sparkle in your eyes, and the way you said “wow…” when the breeze hit the flowers was too uncanny.

too familiar.

he froze behind a tree. eyes wide. pupils pinprick-small.

no. no way. no shot. that’s… that’s literally the mc from “enchanted heart: hove’s code”! the hidden ssr route. the one i spent 97 hours unlocking. the one whose dialogue options i memorized. the one who-

you turned. “hey, you okay? you’re kind of just… standing in a bush.”

idia flinched. “a-ah! i’m not-i mean i am- but not in a weird way!!”

your head tilted, expression soft. “you remind me of someone. a side character from my old world, maybe.”

he blinked. “old… world?”

you smiled faintly. “i used to be in a game, actually. weird, right? like a dating sim. and then- poof. here i am. real air. real sunlight. no dialogue boxes.”

his brain short-circuited.

this is it. this is how i die. she’s real. she’s aware. she knows.

“so you really are her,” he whispered, hair pulsing neon-pink. “protagonist-chan. the legendary flirt-proof heroine. the reason i believe in true endings-”

you blinked. “...huh?”

“i was in love with you! in-game, i mean!” he buried his face in his hands. “ugh. why did i say that out loud. i’m glitching. my life is a bug report.”

you laughed. actually laughed. bright and honest.

“well,” you said softly, “maybe i’ll fall in love with you in this world, too.”

he froze.

“…don’t joke about that. my heart can’t render it.”

“who’s joking?” you smiled.

romance route: initialized. happiness probability: crashing the system.

later that night, idia ranted into his pillow.

“she’s here. the real her. and she flirted with me. what do i do? do i level up my charisma? i haven’t even hit 10 yet!!”

ortho peeked in.

“nii-san… do you want me to build a stat tracker for your actual romance?”

“YES. and also maybe delete all my fanart folders. just in case.”

[lampridius]

Your little rambles are so so so so good!! May i ask an azul x a frugal reader

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: azul ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: had to google what "frugal" meant ngl

azul had noticed something strange about you.

you always brought your own lunch. you reused your notebooks until the corners curled. and when the most expensive potion ingredients went on sale at mister sam’s shop, you still passed them over for cheaper alternatives - even if it meant a less flashy result.

at first, he was baffled. didn’t you want the best?

but then you caught him watching one day, and you just smiled.

“i’d rather make things work than waste gic,” you said simply. “if it does the job, it’s good enough.”

azul blinked.

you started helping out at the lounge. azul expected you to be efficient - he didn’t expect you to negotiate.

“you’re over-ordering on imported sugar again,” you said once, glancing over the inventory. “we can cut costs by 8% if you switch to the local supplier. the flavor difference is barely noticeable.”

azul stared. “…you calculated that?”

you nodded. “also, the garnishes on the fruit parfaits are pretty, but they go straight in the trash. why not downsize and save it for actual flavor?”

his heart skipped. not just from the savings - from you.

one evening, he tried to spoil you.

“dear,” he said smoothly, “i reserved us a dinner at coral allure. very exclusive. very expensive. the chef trained in the best culinary school in the coral sea,”

you tilted your head.

“…azul, that’s like, three weeks’ worth of groceries.”

“…and?”

“i mean - thank you, but i’d be happier with a simple meal and a good conversation. i don’t need something expensive to feel special.”

he paused.

and for the first time, he truly understood.

“…then,” he said gently, “let’s make something together. just you and me. something meaningful, not extravagant.”

you smiled. “see? that’s more my style.”

later, as you helped him prep a homemade dinner - simple soup and fluffy bread, budget-friendly but delicious - azul watched your focused expression, your ease in the moment.

and he realized something: you weren’t just frugal. you were thoughtful.

you found value in the overlooked, beauty in simplicity. and to someone who once chased grandeur to hide his scars, you were a quiet kind of wealth.

priceless.

[lampridius]

Haii :33,, can I ask a fanfic about mydei with a reader who disappear for a whole day and after mydei find them he hugs them tightly tell them to do not do that again cause it worried him

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: mydei ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

you hadn’t meant to vanish.

maybe it was just the need to breathe - some quiet hours away from the storm of responsibility, people, and watchful eyes. you left without a word, slipping past the guards, the expectations, the ever-present hum of duty. and it was only meant to be a moment.

but a moment turned into a whole day.

and mydei searched.

he didn’t rage or panic in the way others might. his worry was quieter - tighter. the kind that pressed into his chest like a blade turned inward. the kind that had him combing every place he thought you might go, asking questions with measured urgency, always polite - but always insistent.

when he finds you - dusty from travel, a bit dazed, standing alone in the fading light - he doesn’t speak at first.

he just walks up and pulls you into his arms.

his grip is solid. not crushing, but firm enough to anchor you, to remind you that someone was afraid. someone had missed you, in the silent way people like him love.

his voice, when it finally comes, is hushed and thick with restraint. “don’t do that again,” he murmurs, arms still around you. “please. don’t disappear like that. i couldn’t - i didn’t know if something had happened.”

you try to apologize, but he shakes his head lightly, one hand rising to cradle the back of yours. “i don’t need an explanation,” he says. “i just need you to be safe.”

and maybe, in that moment, you understand how deep his loyalty runs - not just to duty, but to you.

[lampridius]

hii can i ask veritas ratio w always eepy reader? the eepyness maybe came from their tiring working agenda or their some sort of power or else, tysm n hv a nice day!! </3

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: dr. ratio ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

ratio didn’t mind your exhaustion. or rather - he noticed it, deeply, the way he noticed every pattern, every tilt of the balance in a conversation or a motive. but he didn’t judge it. he just… observed, quietly.

at first, he thought it was just a few late nights. but it didn’t fade. meetings passed with you resting your cheek on your palm, blinking slowly like the room was underwater. you leaned against walls with a sigh that sounded like the end of a long day, even at sunrise.

he doesn’t say anything the first few times you doze off at your desk, pen slipping from your hand. he simply lifts his coat, drapes it over your shoulders, and returns to his own work.

but eventually - eventually, he asks.

“do you sleep enough at night?” he doesn’t ask out of idle concern. he watches the way you tuck into yourself like you’re constantly protecting something soft, the way you smile but don’t quite hold eye contact. “or… is it something else?”

if you tell him it’s just work, he frowns. not out of irritation - more like contemplation. and if you trust him enough to admit it’s something more - fatigue from your powers or something less tangible - he just nods.

no pity. no disbelief. just acceptance.

and from then on, you’ll find little signs of him adjusting the world around you: quieter lights in the shared archives, his voice softer when you speak, a hand braced behind your back when you sway on your feet.

when you curl up on a bench outside the archives one evening, eyes fluttering shut in the golden haze of sunset, ratio simply sits beside you. he reads. watches. waits. and when you inevitably lean against his shoulder without thinking - he doesn’t move.

“rest,” he says gently, just once. “i’ll be here when you wake."

[lampridius]

Hi! First time requesting! Can I request fem teen reader with an adult creepy fan like because of their job (kinda like the situation of Barbara and Yanqing) Pick hsr 4 male characters of your choice.

The dude started to get touchy, asked inappropriate questions and passed your comfort zone no matter how you politely declined and asked him to stop. How will your protectors deal with this?

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙣 ❞ (𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧) －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: jing yuan, blade, phainon, moze ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

jing yuan is observant. he notices the unease in your posture before the words even reach your lips. you're standing there, doing your best to smile while the man gets too close - asking about things he shouldn’t, brushing your arm when handing something over. you try to be polite, say “please stop,” but it only eggs the creep on.

that’s when jing yuan steps in.

his footsteps are quiet but commanding. “is there a reason you're ignoring her boundaries?” he says smoothly, though his eyes are hard as stone. the man stutters, maybe tries to defend himself. jing yuan doesn’t blink. “i suggest you leave. before you learn why that was your last warning.”

he places a hand on your shoulder - not to guide you, but to ground you. afterward, when you're somewhere quiet, he gently says, “you don’t have to be polite when someone refuses to listen. your comfort matters more.”

blade is already near when it happens. he was keeping a casual eye from the shadows, but when he sees the man lean too close, voice hushed and invasive, something inside him snaps cold.

he doesn’t ask. he doesn’t warn.

he places himself between you and the fan in one swift motion, and his glare says everything. “get lost,” he says, voice deadpan but crackling with threat.

if the man so much as breathes the wrong way, blade’s hand twitches toward his weapon. you gently touch his sleeve, and he stops - only because you asked.

once the man’s gone, blade turns to you and says, “next time, call me sooner.” and then quieter, more unsure, “are you alright?” he doesn’t talk much, but he stays close that whole night, hovering in case you need someone solid to lean on.

phainon’s calm exterior masks the heat rising in his chest when he hears the stranger talk to you like that. you’re uncomfortable - visibly so - and your attempts to de-escalate with grace are getting you nowhere.

he steps in with an easy smile, but his tone cuts sharper than a blade: “she said no. clearly. was that too difficult to understand?”

the fan tries to play innocent. phainon’s eyes don’t leave his. “walk away. now.” there's something final in the way he says it - like if the man doesn’t go, he won’t get another chance.

afterward, he checks on you in a quiet corner. no judgment, no pressure. just a soft, “you handled that with more patience than he deserved. i’m here for you, always.”

moze moves like instinct. the second you stiffen under the man’s hand on your back, he’s already next to you. there’s no grand entrance, no warning.

just his hand gripping the guy’s wrist before he touches you again.

“take your hand off her. now.”

his voice is low, solid, like iron. he doesn’t give him a chance to argue. he steps in front of you, eyes like steel. “you don’t get to touch her. she doesn’t owe you anything.”

he makes sure you’re behind him, shielding you with his body until the man finally leaves. and then he turns, crouches down a little to your eye level, and says, “you did everything right. i’m proud of you for standing your ground.”

he’ll walk you home after, make sure you eat, sit nearby with arms crossed just in case you need him again.

[lampridius]

hiii i hope twst reqs are okay! if they are, may i req deuce/ace in a situation with reader where they both didnt study for a test but only reader passed? (like those "me (0/30) and my bestie(29/30)" lol)

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: ace and deuce ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: would have done separately but they're in the same boat and would react the same way honestly lol

it started with a simple plan: “we’ll study later.”

a fatal mistake.

the night before the big magic theory exam, you were hunched over your notes with grim snoring on your bed… while ace and deuce were having an intense, unnecessary debate about what kind of juice vil would drink.

the test hit like a spell to the face.

the next day, professor trein handed back the papers.

“ace trappola… 0 out of 30.”

ace went slack-jawed. “zero? not even pity points?!”

“deuce spade… 7 out of 30.”

deuce held the paper like it was a cursed scroll. “i thought i wrote something intelligent…”

then trein called your name.

“and you… 29 out of 30. excellent work.” you froze. ace and deuce turned to you in slow motion.

“…you traitor,” ace whispered.

“i feel betrayed,” deuce added dramatically. “you said you didn’t study either!!”

you held your hands up. “i said i didn’t study much. i reviewed my notes at 2am for like 20 minutes!”

“TWENTY MINUTES?!” ace squawked. “i was watching raccoon memes!”

“i was… trying to clean my room,” deuce muttered. “then i found my old coloring books. it spiraled.”

you smiled sheepishly. “i just… skimmed. honestly, i didn’t think it helped.”

ace flopped over his desk. “and yet here we are. me: 0. you: nearly perfect. history will remember this betrayal.”

“i’m proud of you, though,” deuce added after a pause. “we suck. but you don't.”

you blinked. “wait. does this mean i have to tutor you both now?”

they looked at each other. then back at you.

“yep,” ace said.

“please,” deuce added. “or we’re both going to summer school. together. again.”

you sighed - but smiled. “fine. but i’m charging you in snacks.”

ace groaned. “you’re ruthless.”

“a fair ruler,” deuce corrected. “but strict.”

and thus began your reign as their reluctant academic savior.

[lampridius]

Can you do one with an idia x reader where ortho is basically idias guide/comforter with his crush for reader

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙖'𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: idia ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: he's so silly i love him

idia was spiraling again. obviously.

he was in his room, hoodie drawn over his head, lit only by the glow of six monitors and his own hair pulsing a quiet blue. he was pacing (dangerous, for someone who barely leaves his chair) and ranting.

“this is bad. this is really bad. they smiled at me today, ortho. what does it mean when someone smiles like that? it wasn’t the generic npc smile - it was like… like a special event smile. am i overanalyzing again? should i be logging this???”

on cue, ortho hovered into frame, his usual peppy tone more therapist than ai sidekick. “nii-san. you’re doing the thing again.”

“what thing?” idia asked, voice going high-pitched. “i have a lot of things.”

“the catastrophic romantic overanalysis thing,” ortho said, spinning a little in midair. “you’re turning a wave and a ‘hi’ into a dating sim’s true ending!”

idia groaned and flopped onto the beanbag, face-down.

“i can’t help it,” came his muffled voice. “they’re like… so cool. and i’m- i’m just me. anime wallpaper and social phobia included. they’d never go for someone like me.”

ortho floated lower, voice softening. “you’re smart. funny. really loyal. and when you talk about the stuff you love, your voice lights up in this way that’s actually kind of cute. you just… don’t let anyone see it but me.”

“…you think i’m cute?” idia peeked up, hair flickering pink for a split second.

“not the point!” ortho beamed. “i think they might like you back, but they’ll never know if you keep running from them like a frightened npc!”

idia rolled over dramatically. “what do i even say?! what’s a non-embarrassing way to exist around them? i said ‘nice weather we’re coding today’ last week. they smiled through it. they’re either kind or too powerful.”

“how about,” ortho said patiently, “you try asking them if they wanna hang out sometime? i’ll even be there if it helps.”

idia was silent.

then: “...what if they say no and i implode and become a permanent ghost who haunts the vending machine?”

“then i’ll haunt it with you.”

idia stared. “...you’re a good little brother.”

“the best. now go confess before i start auto-patching your confidence while you sleep.”

the next day, idia approached you in the library. his hood was up, hands trembling slightly, ortho hovering like a miniature coach behind him.

you looked up from your book.

“hey, idia.”

critical hit to the heart. heart.exe crashed. rebooting...

he inhaled. “hi. um. i was wondering if… maybe… you’d like to hang out sometime. with me. and possibly ortho. or just me. or- or not. like, you can ignore this whole sentence and i’ll understand completely and go into low-power mode for a century-”

you smiled.

“i’d love to.”

full system reboot. mood light: PINK.

idia blinked. “...wait, really?”

“yeah,” you said. “you’re fun to talk to. and kind. and weird, but in a way that makes me feel less alone.”

from behind, ortho silently fist-pumped in the air.

idia’s hair glowed a soft, beautiful fuchsia. he looked like he’d just unlocked a secret achievement.

“…okay,” he whispered. “coolcoolcool. i’ll, um… message you the details. if that’s okay.”

you nodded. “it’s a date.”

and as you walked away, idia turned to ortho and whispered:

“i’m gonna combust.”

“you already are,” ortho said proudly. “you’re doing great.”

[lampridius]

can i put in a request for savanaclaw x reader that’s like bocchi from bocchi the rock?

⋆.ೃ࿔🎐*:･ 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ꒱ 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙞 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: savanaclaw ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: was gonna do headcanons but i saw how bocchi was from doing research and i thought of the perfect scenarios for them

you had carefully timed your walk across campus to avoid crowds. unfortunately, fate (and probably grim’s poor decision-making) had you crashing directly into the one person you were never ready to face.

leona kingscholar.

you stood frozen. his sharp eyes landed on you.

panic.exe initiated. internal monologue volume: 300%.

oh no oh no why is he looking at me, is my posture weird, do i look like a gremlin who hasn’t slept in five years, wait i haven’t slept in five years-

“yo,” he said, casually tossing a glance your way. “you good?”

WHAT DO I SAY. DO I BREATHE. DO I DIE. JUST ROLL INTO A BUSH. YES. BUSH.

“uhuhmyepsurethanksfortheconcernhaBYE!” you saluted. you saluted. and turned. and tripped.

and somehow, as your face was about to hit the ground, an arm caught you. warm, strong, familiar.

“…you always like this?” leona asked, an eyebrow twitching.

you covered your face. “only when i’m conscious.”

and to your surprise, leona… laughed. like, a real laugh.

“you’re weird,” he said, helping you stand. “but kinda cute, in a ‘nervous wreck’ way. c’mere.”

he hooked an arm around your shoulders like it was nothing. like you weren’t spiraling internally.

“i’ll walk you. you look like you’ll explode if a breeze hits you wrong.”

oh no. oh no. he’s TOUCHING ME. SEND HELP. I’M ASCENDING.

you saw ruggie across the cafeteria. you told yourself you’d say hi today. today was your day. you were feeling brave. the music in your headphones had hyped you up. you had a line prepared.

you approached. heart pounding.

“hey,” you said.

he blinked. “yo?”

this is it. he said hi. now follow up. do the thing. compliment his hair? no. no. too forward. say something witty. or just stand here. yes. stand like a stunned goat. good job.

“…you look like you saw a ghost,” ruggie said, raising an eyebrow.

“ghosts are less scary than you,” you replied instantly. you regretted it immediately.

“…huh?”

“NO WAIT- i meant you’re intimidating. i mean cool. in a scary way. not scary scary. i mean- YOU HAVE A NICE SMILE - WHY DID I SAY THAT-”

ruggie looked at you like you had grown three heads.

then, unexpectedly, he snorted.

“you’re a mess,” he said, laughing. “but like… a funny mess.”

he slung an arm around your shoulders. “hey, let’s grab lunch. i wanna see what other weird stuff comes outta your mouth.”

i’m. going. to pass. away.

you and jack were assigned to train together. of course. of course the universe hated you. jack, tall and broad and quiet, stood across from you on the track.

“ready?” he asked.

you nodded, then whispered, “no.”

“…huh?”

“i mean yes. physically yes. emotionally? i left my soul back in the hallway. it’s fine.”

jack blinked slowly, like he didn’t know what to do with that. “you… sure you’re okay?”

you nodded rapidly. “yes. i just panic by default. it’s a setting.”

and then he smiled. just a little. it nearly killed you.

a rare jack smile has appeared. i’m not emotionally strong enough for this.

“you’re funny,” he said softly. “but i like that. you don’t fake anything.”

you turned pink. you could feel your ears burning.

“w-well,” you stammered, “it’d be hard to fake being a disaster.”

he chuckled. “let’s just go slow, okay? you can run at my pace.”

you looked up at him.

you sweet gentle golden retriever of a boy i will die for you.

“o-okay,” you whispered.

and for once, the panic didn’t feel so bad.

[lampridius]

helloo, may i request how would mydei, anaxa & phainon react to reader kissing them to shut them? 🤭 i hope i don’t ask too much 😭

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙪𝙥 ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: mydei, anaxa, phainon ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

he’s in the middle of one of his long, impassioned rants - likely about discipline, training, or a deeply philosophical take on one of his endless principles - when you reach up and just… kiss him. it’s soft, firm, and completely unexpected. he freezes. the words die on his tongue like they never existed at all. when you pull back, he’s blinking, visibly stunned. it takes a second before he clears his throat, ears tinged red, then says - far quieter than before -

“...that was extremely unfair.”

he’s not mad, not even a little. in fact, he looks like he’s reconsidering all his life decisions. “do that again, and i might forget how to speak entirely.”

anaxa doesn’t even realize he’s rambling. it’s usually about something academic, elegant, or obscure. he’s talking with his hands, softly animated in his own little world, until your lips suddenly press against his. he goes completely still - a surprised little inhale, like his soul jumped. when you pull back, he’s looking at you like you’ve just rewritten the laws of physics.

“was i… talking too much?” he asks with a sheepish chuckle, clearly flustered. “you could’ve just said so. not that i’m complaining.”

he recovers quickly, but there’s a gentle pink in his cheeks. for a good while after, he’s considerably quieter. only because he’s hoping you’ll do it again.

phainon’s talking - maybe something charming, something teasing, something half-serious and half just to see your reaction. and then suddenly, your lips are on his and everything stills. he doesn’t even blink. he just melts into it, like he’s been waiting for you to do that since the second he started talking.

when you part, he grins.

“well, i suppose that’s one way to win an argument.”

he’s smug, but that smile? it’s the kind that means his heart is doing backflips. he looks at you for a beat too long. “you’ll have to interrupt me more often.”

and then? he keeps talking - deliberately now - just to tempt you into doing it again.

[lampridius]

[lampridius]

Good day/ afternoon/evening to you! Since the request is open.. how would Aventurine, Dan heng, Sunday, and phainon react to their partner being 'strong minded' but as soon it's behind doors, they will cry in their arms after a long day? Their partner is quite affectionate and yearns for them for sure. I would like to see that especially most of them aren't much of emotional type based on my knowledge about them so this would be interesting! I hope this isn't a hard request and thank you!

⋆.ೃ࿔🌸*:･ 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪: ꒱ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 ✴ ───────── ❝ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 "𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙" ❞ －𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘴 ．．• ♡︎

─ .✦ 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀: aventurine, dan heng, sunday, phainon ─ .✦ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @mauserre, @tremendoustragedybard ──── .✦ 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 | 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 | 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 ──── .✦ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

he doesn’t say anything the first time it happens. just opens his arms with a soft, smug smile and lets you fold yourself into him. he strokes your back gently, listens to the tiny tremble in your breath, and holds you like he's been expecting this for a while. “you really keep it together out there,” he’ll say lowly, brushing your hair back. “but i like this side of you too.” you think he might tease you about crying, but he never does. instead, he makes sure your favorite drink is nearby, your legs tucked into his lap, the room comfortably warm. aventurine loves how much you lean on him - it makes him feel like the luckiest man alive. “you don’t have to be strong with me, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your temple. “just be.”

he notices your exhaustion before you speak a word. his touch is subtle but certain - taking your bag, gently guiding you to the bed, kneeling in front of you as your walls finally crumble. he doesn’t ask questions; he just lets you cry into his shoulder, grounding you with a steady hand against your spine. dan heng isn’t big on words, but he’s constant. calm. quietly present. he makes space for your vulnerability without judgement or pity. and when your tears fade into sniffles, he’ll lift your chin with a soft, rare smile. “you carry so much,” he whispers. “but you don’t have to do it alone.”

he’s gentle in the way he catches you. like you’re a delicate miracle unraveling in his arms, and he’s honoured to hold you. he’ll close the door behind you with a soft click, sensing the shift before you even speak. his voice is low, smooth, like honey poured into tea: “tough day?” you nod, and the second your face folds, he has you wrapped in his coat, holding you like the world outside doesn’t exist. sunday knows the cost of keeping a strong face. he knows the loneliness behind it. “it’s alright to fall apart with me,” he breathes into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’ll always catch you.”

phainon’s heart clenches every time he sees the shift - how your shoulders drop the second you're alone, how your voice breaks when you finally let go. he’s patient, always patient. he holds you wordlessly, pressing soft kisses to your head, his fingers stroking along your back. “you really fooled them all today,” he murmurs, trying to make you smile. but his gaze is serious - warm, unwavering. he adores your fire, your strength, but this rawness? this softness? he cherishes it. “you don’t have to pretend here,” he says, guiding your hand to his heart. “i know who you are. and i love all of it.”