#hhhh the book reading one

[diangelosdays]

modern marauders au?

[pickapea]

scrolling thru my own goddamn belgariad fan blog, going thru the character tags while looking like this

[irritablepoe]

Finishing another rewatch of the hobbit trilogy but over time it evolved from emotional devastation bc of Thorin's death to "I'm gonna read a fix-it fanfic later"

[togenabi]

pick me up

roronoa zoro (opla) x reader

♡—zoro never paid your jokes or pickup lines any mind. that is, until something happens that makes you stop.

word count♡— 3.2k

genre♡— mild angst, fluff, straw hat!reader

content notes♡— opla zoro, fem!reader, reader wears a dress and tells very bad jokes, creepy dude oc, don't be creepy be cool yall, reader pulls off a heist with nami, zoro gets jealous, alcohol consumption, no use of y/n, barely proofread

also on♡— ao3

author's note♡— this is a request from anon! I'm sorry if I tweaked a few things, I'm not the best at angst hhhh I hope you still like it!

“Okay, okay. Wait. I got it this time.” You say, already trying to keep from laughing. 

“Why were the kids having trouble in pirate class?”

Zoro only side-eyes you with his arms crossed, vehemently unimpressed. 

“Because they were overbored!” 

Watching for his reaction intently, you keep your eyes focused on his face... Nothing changes. 

You tsk, but aren’t seriously discouraged. This is how he always reacts to your jokes, after all. “I’ll get you one of these days, Roronoa Zoro.”

The swordsman only sighs, leaning back into his seat to take a nap. “You do that.”

“Don’t listen to him, love.” Sanji says from the other side of the kitchen as he cleans the counter. “I thought that joke was good.”

“You’re lying, but I appreciate the sentiment, Sanji.” You grin at him. Focusing back on the book you were reading, you miss the amused, challenging look Sanji sends Zoro.

Everyone hears Luffy approaching the kitchen before he enters. “Guys!” He bellows. “We’ll be reaching land soon. Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes!”

The majority of the day is spent restocking supplies. You were all split up into pairs, but before you left, Luffy pointed to a restaurant with a flashy, illuminated sign on top that reads: ‘Bistro of Light’. How cringey of them.

“We should meet there for dinner! You don’t mind taking a break, right, Sanji?” Luffy asks eagerly, and you think that no one could say no to him when he’s so enthusiastic. Sanji nods, and you all go through the town until the sun starts to set.

The inside of the restaurant is just as ridiculous as the sign outside. Chandeliers of every color hang on the ceiling. Huge fish tanks and fountains lined with lights almost blind you. You laugh when looking at it all causes Zoro to wince. 

“Hey Zoro,” You call for him. “You know what’s faster than the speed of light?”

“...”

“My heartbeat when I think of you!” You wink at him, proud of the joke even when he only sighs and looks away.

Usopp walks up to a receptionist standing behind a desk. “Hey. Table for six, if you would be so kind.”

“I’m afraid we’re at full capacity at the moment.” They respond. “You’ll have to wait, is that alright?”

Everyone shares a look. Except for Luffy, who looks dead set on eating here, you all feel unsure about waiting.

“When’s the next table going to be available?” Usopp asks. “We’re actually a really big deal. It’s gonna be really embarrassing for you guys if you don’t let us in.” The person frowns, face screaming, ‘is this guy serious’?

But before they can reply, a booming voice enters the restaurant. A tall man, dressed in a pristine white suit and wearing jewels on every finger, pushes you out of the way to yell at the receptionist. You stumble, but thankfully Zoro is there to catch you.

“What on earth is going on here?! Why are there so many people crowding the entryway?!” He fumes, angrily gesturing to your group. 

“If they’re not going to eat, then I strongly suggest—” The rich man freezes suddenly, his eyes trained on you.

You keep your face as emotionless as possible, but you die laughing inside when Nami swipes a brooch from his jacket while he’s distracted with you.

“Ah,” The man says. His tone softening a considerable amount as he walks over to you. “I thought I had the best jewels in my treasury, but you're the most radiant gem I've ever laid my eyes on.” It takes everything in you to not back away. Zoro tenses beside you.

“Why haven’t these guests been guided to a table?” He asks, turning back to the receptionist.

“We’re at full capacity, Sir.” Oh. He must own the place. It makes sense that the owner is as gaudy as everything else in here.

“That won’t do.” He looks back to you, and you swear you could feel your skin crawl under his gaze. 

“I am Helios. Welcome to my establishment.” The man introduces himself with a flourish, bowing to you. His jewels and gold accessories glint in the light. “What might your name be?”

Reluctantly, you introduce yourself. Had this been a normal situation, you would have turned around and walked away from him the second he saw you. But, you could feel the crew going hungry, and you’re sure Nami will want to snag another ring or two—so you play nice.

Helios smiles, repeating your name. He was probably trying to sound romantic, but he’s not doing anything for you. Not when Zoro says your name much better.

You keep Zoro’s voice in mind, remembering how nice it sounds. It’s easier to smile at Helios that way. Time to lay on the charm, “I was really looking forward to having dinner here. I don’t suppose you could help us out?”

“Follow me, my dear. You deserve to dine upstairs. The view is simply spectacular at this hour.” Helios holds out his hand to you, but Luffy—bless his soul—grabs it to shake it zealously.

“Thanks so much for letting us eat here, Mr. Helios!” Luffy claps him on the back. Helios looks dumbfounded, and the crew does an impressive job keeping their composure. 

Helios tries to walk beside you as he guides you all upstairs, but Zoro is steadfast on your right, and Nami smartly positions herself on your left. Luffy and Usopp tug the restaurant owner along, chatting his ear off. You almost feel bad for him. 

Nami murmurs, her voice carefully silent so only you can hear. “Treasury, huh?”

You smile. “Of course you’d be curious about that.”

“Think you could get us to his mansion?” She dares you, eyes aglow at the promise of a good heist.

“I know I can.” You pause walking to check your reflection on an ornate, sun-shaped mirror. After fixing your hair, you grin at your friends. “I’m irresistible, after all.”

Maybe if you weren’t busy buttering up your host, you would have noticed that Zoro wasn’t eating properly. Normally, you would force him to eat. You would pile food on his plate, telling that joke about fake noodles being impasta that always cracks you up.

Zoro frowns at the meal in front of him. The fish seems to frown back. Sighing, he decides to just order another drink. But no matter what he consumes, a bitter taste always blooms in his mouth afterwards. 

The glass in his hand almost cracks when he hears your voice sucking up to Helios again. “So, you own this place? Do you live around here?”

Helios leans far too close towards you, but you grin and bear it. “Would you like a private tour, my gem?”

You place a hand on his arm, he may read it as affection, but you hold him so he keeps that distance. “That sounds wonderful.”

Zoro huffs under his breath. He needs another drink. 

Thankfully, Helios serves good booze at his manor. Zoro almost didn’t want to drink any of it, but he needs alcohol in his system if he has to watch you flirt with this idiot so Nami can rob him blind. Whatever she steals better be worth all this, or else he might punch something. Or someone. Preferably Helios.

You share a look with Nami and give her an imperceptible nod. With that signal, she passes by and pretends to lose her footing. Wine seeps into your clothes, staining the fabric and sticking it to your skin. Did she really have to pick red wine? You liked this shirt.

“Oh, my dear!” Helios gasps. “You should get cleaned up. I’ll have my servants draw you a bath and bring you fresh clothes.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.” Nami loops her arm through yours. “Let me help you with that.” 

And so, with another fake smile sent Helios’ way, you rush with Nami to find the treasury.

“Be quick.” Nami says once you enter the luxurious bathroom prepared for you. 

As tempting as the bubble bath is, you only take a few wet towels to tidy up. You step into the curtained area, about to strip when Nami holds out a hand to stop you.

“Wait.” She says, her tone serious. A teddy bear holding a rose is propped up on a shelf behind you. Tapping its eyes, Nami scowls before throwing the bear into the trash bin.

“A camera?” She nods. “Seriously? What a creep.”

You and Nami inspect the room. It’s not clear if there are other hidden cameras, but she stands guard in front of the shower curtains just in case.

“Hey,” She starts. “Did you notice Zoro acting weird tonight?”

You frown as you change into the dress Helios prepared. “What do you mean?”

Nami hums in thought. “He’s just…” A dumbass, she wants to say, but doesn’t. “He seems extra grumpy.”

That causes you to laugh. “I guess I should prepare more jokes for him when we get back.”

She winces. “...I’m not that sure he likes those.”

“Hm… Maybe not, but,” You pause to think. He may not laugh loudly as Luffy does, but he never shot you down for being bubbly around him. “Zoro would have told me to shut up by now if he didn’t, right?”

“Huh.” Nami says. “You got a point.”

You push the curtains aside, grinning at her. “Come on, let’s break into that treasury.”

“Of course, my gem.”

“Oh my god, if that sticks I’m going to be so mad.”

The treasury was a vault full of everything from jewels to ornamental weapons. Nami playfully crowned you with a diamond tiara, and she put on dangling emerald earrings that looked stunning on her.

After filling your bags and pockets with the most you can carry, you and Nami head out to find the others. You run into Usopp on the way back to the lounge.

“I see you two cleaned up well.” He jokes. “Luffy and Sanji are in the kitchen. I was just on my way there.”

“Where’s Zoro?” You ask.

“With Helios. You know him, still drinking.”

“We should leave soon.” Nami insists. “We risk getting caught the longer we stay.”

“Right.” You hand Usopp your bag, his eyes widen comically when he feels how heavy it is. “I’ll just go say goodbye, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Before you even enter the lounge, however, you hear Zoro speak your name. Are they talking about you? You press your back against the wall, straining to hear their conversation.

You almost wish you didn’t.

“She tells the worst jokes and doesn’t know when to quit it. Thinks she’s hilarious but she’s really not.” Zoro speaks in that deep voice that would usually be comforting to you—but his words now pierce through you painfully.

“What exactly is your relationship with her?” Helios asks, and Zoro is silent. It feels like your heart crumbles for every second he doesn’t answer.

You’re friends! You’ve been dreaming of more but, you’ve always been friends.

…Aren’t you? Doesn’t he think so?

“I don’t know.” Your heart fully shatters. What does he mean he doesn’t know? “She just sticks to me a lot. It can get annoying.”

“Well. That’s unfortunate, but it’s nothing to sob over.” Helios kisses his teeth. “I don’t care about her attitude. All that doesn’t matter as long as she has that pretty face.”

You wait for Zoro to say something. Anything. You want him to cut Helios where he stands.

But he doesn’t. The silence drags on. The air feels like it’s pushing you down, crushing your lungs. You have to get out of here.

You burst into the kitchen, trying your best not to cry. Nami immediately rushes to you, holding your shoulders to steady you. “What happened?”

Letting out a shuddered breath, you whisper, “You were right.” It’s impossible to think straight right now. “I want to leave.”

You look to Luffy, still shaken up. Your captain’s expression is serious as he nods. “Go ahead, we’ll get Zoro and catch up.” Not needing to be told twice, you head out the door.

Before she follows you, Nami hisses at Sanji, “Talk some sense into that dumbass, won’t you?”

The entire walk back to the Going Merry is silent. You’re grateful Nami doesn’t immediately press you for what happened, but you know that you should answer her questions. You finally get the words out in the safety of her cabin.

You sit cross-legged on the bed, and everything comes pouring out. “He called me annoying.” 

“Zoro?” She asked, offering you a box of tissues.

“Yeah.” You sniff, taking the box.

“I’m sorry. That was fucked up of him to say.”

Unsure how to properly comfort you, Nami gets up and retrieves extra pillows from a storage compartment.

“Why don’t we have a girl’s night?” Nami asks, offering you a smile. It pulls a smile out of you too, the first one you mustered since Zoro crushed your spirit. 

“I’d like that.” 

Zoro is confused to find that you and Nami had left before them. Luffy gave Helios some lame excuse that you weren’t feeling well, but Zoro knew better. If you were really sick, the whole crew would be panicking and rushing to get to you.

He stares at Sanji and Usopp, trying to piece together what really happened. They both turn away from him, refusing to say anything.

In the next second, a maid rushes out, panting and screaming, “Mr. Helios! The treasury has been robbed!”

Fine. Answers can come later. For now, they need to run.

Once they’re back on the ship, Sanji follows Zoro into his cabin. He stares at the chef blankly, “Get out.”

“Did you do something?” Sanji leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Get out.” Zoro repeats, about to push him out of the room when Sanji speaks your name.

“She was upset. Asked to leave as soon as possible.” Sanji’s gaze is almost menacing, and his frown deepens when Zoro’s face falls. So, that’s what happened. You had heard him.

“Fuck.” Zoro groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Everyone noticed you getting bitchy over Helios.” Sanji notes “Did you confront him or something?”

Scoffing, Zoro sits on his hammock, the fabric dips under his weight. “It was something, all right.”

Wanting Zoro to explain himself unpromptedly, Sanji just watches him and lets the silence hang in the air. After a solid, suffocating minute, the swordsman caves.

“I called her annoying.” Zoro breathes out deeply. “I said her jokes aren’t funny and that she sticks to me a lot.”

“Man, that’s screwed up.” Sanji gapes. “I thought you cared about her?”

“Of course I do, but I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.” Zoro defends. “Luffy’s the only one who laughs at her jokes, and she’s always by my side.” 

Sighing, Zoro continues, “...but I never minded any of it. I learned to care for those parts of her a long time ago. I was only trying to get that shithead off her back.”

“You’re an idiot.” Sanji concludes. “You have the emotional depth of a sink, sometimes.”

Zoro, surprisingly, doesn’t insult the chef back. He stares at the wall, slouched and looking the most empty Sanji’s ever seen him.

“What should I do?” He asks. “How should I make it up to her?”

Sanji’s eyes light up, he beams and claps his hands together in excitement. Even if Zoro hasn’t heard it yet, he already dreads the chef’s suggestion. 

“I have an idea.”

When you woke up the next morning, you had every intention of avoiding Zoro like the plague. It was still really difficult to look at him, the hurt you felt still stings your heart. 

But unfortunately for you, he had other plans. 

You’re gazing out into the sea on the forecastle deck when you hear a familiar set of heavy footsteps. You sigh. “I don’t want to talk, Zoro.”

“I’m not here to talk.” You turn to him questioningly, but you really shouldn’t give him the time of day. Wasn’t he the one who complained about you clinging to him?

You don’t say anything. Only glaring at him and hoping he sees how disappointed you feel. Zoro stands here, appearing strangely vulnerable. If you weren’t so hurt, you would have hugged him by now. 

But you are. So he has to wallow in the awkwardness of the consequences of his words. He—wait. What’s that on his face?

“I…” Is he… blushing? “I’m sorry I wasn’t around in the past.” 

You make a face and blink at him. What is he up to?

“...Can I be part of your future?”

That knocks the wind right out of you, your jaw practically falls to the floor. Did Roronoa Zoro just use a pickup line? On you? You can’t help but glance at your surroundings to check if the sky is still blue.

No—hold on. He can’t win you over just like that. He needs to explain why he said what he did. 

“You said my jokes are the worst.” You grumble.

“They are.” Zoro looks straight into your eyes as he speaks. “But you’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“You said I always stick to your side.”

He doesn’t miss a beat and answers earnestly, “You do. And I wouldn’t want you to be anywhere else.”

“…You said you didn’t know what our relationship is.”

That causes Zoro to pause, searching your eyes as if he’ll find the answer in them. “…I don’t.”

Oh, this impossible sword-brain of a man. Your lips quiver, and you realize you can’t fight back your smile anymore. “I love you, Zoro.”

His expression shifts from anxiousness to shock, relief, and a bit of something else... 

“I love you, too.” Ah, of course. Love, that too.

Slowly, tentatively, he raises his arms, inviting you to an embrace. He’s adorable, looking a teensy bit nervous that you wouldn’t want to hold him. Giggling, you rush to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he envelops your shoulders. 

“I bet Sanji taught you to apologize with that line.” You murmur into his chest. “If you tell me another one…” Zoro cringes, his frame tensing. 

“...I’ll give you a kiss.” His expression lifts, seriously considering it.

After a minute, Zoro clears his throat. You almost squeal in excitement.

“Roses are red, violets are blue…” A classic. This is going to be good.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward, I just want to have dinner with you.” You gasp, squeezing him tighter. 

“Yes! That was perfect.” Laughing, you reach up and hold his face to keep your promise. 

You plant a sweet, short kiss on his lips. When you pull away, he’s looking at you like he would fight anyone for you. He probably would, if you’re being honest.

“You’re perfect.” He breathes, mouth against yours and then he’s kissing you again.

Hiding behind a pile of crates, the rest of the crew whoop and cheer. (Silently.)

“That was such a good line!” Luffy whispers.

“I still think he should have used the ‘I don’t speak angel’ one.” Usopp whispers back.

“What are you talking about?!” Sanji angrily, quietly mutters. “That was perfect because he apologized and delivered the line.”

“Shut it, you guys. I was right, he didn’t last a day with her mad at him.” Nami holds out her palm. “Pay up.” The others groan, handing her some berry. All’s well that ends well.

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[mncxbe]

Hi, it's my birthday next week, so may I please request Bram, Tetchou, Sigma and Ranpo celebrating their s/o's birthday with them (could be anything.. from headcanons to scenarios to oneshots and from fluff to smut, I don't mind)? No rush, take your time, please!

omg happy early birthday nonnie🎂 and ofc I loved writing these hcs hope u like it too. I was planning to do smth lengthier but I got caught up with work and couldn't buuut enjoy♡♡

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Spending your birthday with them♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎

"Ah, birthdays. I've had plenty of those"

he's not really sure how people celebrate anniversaries now, so he has to ask Aya about it

his original plan was to organize a big feast for you but he ends up making you dinner instead

if you want to have a party with your friends he'll agree to join, but he'd much rather spend time with you alone

in the evening the two of you would take a bath; with bubbles and candles and then just cuddle and watch a movie

Bram is especially gentle with you on your birthday and right before you go to bed he's gonna confess his love for you in the most old fashioned, romantic way possible. considering his status in the past I think he's highly educated so he knows his way with words

I see him gifting you jewelery

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

Tecchou would ask you days before if you want to have any fancy party and would lowkey be relieved when you tell him that you only wanna spend your bday with him

due to his job he can't spend all day with you, but as soon as he gets home from work he hugs you and spins you around, wishing you happy birthday

then he takes you to a nice restaurant for dinner

he's the type to write you birthday letters and leave sticky notes with little heart shaped drawings around the house

Tecchou tries to bake you a cake and asks Jouno or Tachihara to taste it, but because he uses weird ingredients it turns out terrible so he just buys you a small cupcake instead

BIRTHDAY FLOWERS!!!💐💐

as for presents he gets you anything you want, really. if you're not willing to tell him what your heart desires too bad he's gonna contact all your friends and ask them what to get you

he cuddles you to sleep and tells you how much he loves you, how happy he is he got to spend another year with you♡

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

Sigma would panic at first cuz he dosn't know what he's supposed to do for your birthday; he never celebrated his own so... yea

when he researches it on google and finds out he's supposed to get you a gift he freaks out again cuz he doesn't know what to get you

but eventually he ends up buying smth small like a plushie or books you've got on your reading list and a box of chocolates

he makes you a homemade birthday dinner and decorates the table with candles and flowers hhhh he's so romantic

now Sigma would be willing to get a little spicy with you if you want it; he doesn't mind it at all. you want bday sex? ok. but at the end of the day he still wants to cuddle you♡

in the evening he probably asks you what you usually do for your bday so he can be better prepared next year

I don't really see him being keen on big parties so he won't organize anything of the sort

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he wakes you up in the middle of the night like 1 a.m just to make sure he's the first one to wish you happy birthday

if you don't work for the Ada Ranpo would get a free day from work to spend time with you♡

and oh my if you know his colleagues he would throw you a small birthday party with them (Dazai's idea ofc)

baking a cake with Ranpo for your birthday is a must. Poe helps him do the shopping the day before so you've got all you need and of course, you end up doing most of the work while he just admires you and keeps sticking his fingers in the dough to "sample" it.

I don't think he'd get you a big gift tbh; he has the "what do you mean sugar? am I not enough of a gift for you?" mentality. he's also so much clingier than normally

now two words: birthday sex. this man is wakes you up with head and doesn't let you go to sleep in the evening until you've came at least two times.

Ranpo is usually lazy in bed but for your birthday he's willing to do all the work; after all, your special day is only once a year♡

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Reunion Date English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien’s 2023 CN Birthday Event (The New World)✧ Birthday Story | Birthday Prologue | Birthday Date (You're here!) | ASMR | Birthday Party

It turns out that on a day like this, I'm allowed to have both loneliness and warmth at the same time.

Translation under the cut~

Special thanks to @/ivioivioivi for helping me translate some sentences. I am really thankful that you replied to my messages even in odd hours :"D.

[T/N: I don't want to break the flow, so I'll say it now. You need to at least read Lucien's 3rd birthday date and phone call (Looking Back Date+ Saplings of Love Phone Call) first to understand half of the date. It's even better if you've read all of his birthday dates and birthday R&S/stories. YEARS worth of build-up pays off wonderfully and painfully on this date :". Some non-birthday dates that get referenced/I think are important to understand his growth are:

Standstill date (I forgot the official EN localization of this date, so here is the fan translation ver of it. The 'old game' in this Reunion Date is a reference to this date).

Wild Luxury Date (not a direct reference, but MC's idea to book a B&B for his birthday can be traced back to them going to a wild luxury hotel LOL. Because of the 'memorable things' that happened here, they've been exploring many kinds of hotels ever since then.

Tidying-up date (The date dives deep into how Lucien dealt with his pain and grief- that is, by trying to abandon them because he didn't know any better, there's no time to slow down and properly deal with it :". But because of the 'complex feeling' (that he FINALLY got to understand in Reunion Date) he's unable to do so.

Also, a casual reminder that his birthday is also his parents' death anniversary since they got into a car accident during his 7th birthday- it'll come into play on this date ;).

ANYWAY, this date is such a TREAT for ppl who have been liking him for years and watching him grow slowly.

[Subtitled Video Ver - TURN ON CC]

VERY recommended to follow along with the voice acting for a more complete experience! It's just that he never sounded this vulnerable before :"". And BGM choice is really superb hhhh. I don't expect them to use that angsty BGM from last anniv.

[Transcript Ver]

I'm looking at the phone screen with one minute left on the countdown and placing the candle into the cupcake I secretly baked in the evening.

MC: 51, 52, 53......

I silently count the time, and at the last second, I push Lucien's study door open and turn off the lights.

MC: Happy birthday to you~

MC: Happy birthday to Professor Lucien, the smartest professor in the world~

The dim candlelight gently illuminates Lucien, who is sitting at the desk. He seems stunned for a moment, but soon, a joyful smile fills his eyes.

Lucien: So, the idea of celebrating my birthday at a B&B was just part of your surprise.

MC: I can't have you guessing everything. I still need to prepare some unexpected surprises for the birthday boy.

It's rare that Lucien doesn't have to go on a business trip this year, and there are no additional work assignments at the institute.

So, I booked a B&B in advance, taking two days off together. We'll celebrate his birthday while enjoying a brief vacation.

I smile and place the cupcake on the table, brushing away the strands of hair that hang in front of his eyes.

MC: And since we're both on vacation, every second from now on is worth celebrating.

MC: So, it's now a special midnight blessing time~

Lucien: [chuckles] And what blessing are you going to give me?

He wraps his arm around my waist, allowing me to sit on his lap.

His deep pupils dive into the depths of my eyes along our pressed foreheads, and even our breaths become intimate.

MC: Hmm... Midnight blessings mark the beginning of your birthday, so I'll start by wishing you... to be yourself on this day.

His pupils briefly contract, and it seems like even his breath has slowed down a bit.

MC: Usually, we often do things we don't particularly like for various reasons.

MC: Whether it's playing a role or fulfilling responsibilities, life is often filled with many “have to's”.

MC: But the privilege of a birthday means that today, you are the most important person in the world.

MC: So, on this day, do everything you want to do and be as comfortable as you can be.

MC: That's my midnight blessing.

The candlelight light is long, silently enveloping both of us and turning this small space into the whole world.

Lucien: (whispers hoarsely) Then I'll accept it.

His warm breath touches my lips, lingering into the first long trailing note of a wish.

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After he blows out the candle and finishes the cake, I follow his wish and nestle into Lucien's embrace.

I occasionally use my gaze to trace his face. Although I don't know what he's busy with, I'm happy to spend every moment with him.

Spending it in silence is fine too.

Lucien: Several student papers that I was helping to mentor were sent over just in time. I'll finish them quickly.

MC: Take your time reading them~ This way, I'm also absorbing the essence of wisdom.

He arches his eyebrows, leans against my head, and then shifts his gaze back to the screen.

The mouse wheel sound bears witness to the continuously flipped text, and suddenly, I detect a brief moment of silence.

Lucien appears to have no reaction. His gaze is lingering and seems to have also frozen in this moment.

Did he encounter any problems?

I tilt my head and find the cursor paused beside a cited reference, flickering silently.

An obscure and minuscule string of English appears in the lower corner, with only "1996.98~99" discernible.

Lucien: MC.

MC: Lucien?

Our simultaneous saying left me momentarily stunned, and he seemed to be surprised as well. The hold around my waist tightened imperceptibly.

MC: What's wrong?

Lucien: (tenderly) Nothing, I just wanted to call your name.

Lucien: In order to give you my undivided time for the next two days, I just need a little more time.

Lucien: (softly) You go ahead and sleep.

MC: (smiles) Don't stay up too late then.

With a familiar warmth beside me, I don't say much. I simply raise my head and lightly peck his lips, only to realize that he hasn't let go of my hand.

Lucien: Just stay by my side, I'll take care of getting you back into bed with me.

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When the alarm clock goes off, I sleepily roll over and discover that the other side of the bed is empty.

The hour hand has just pointed to six o'clock, and I shake off my drowsiness, getting up to search for Lucien's figure.

MC: Did he leave this early? There isn't anything urgent at the research institute, is there…

I'm contemplating whether to send him a message when the door is pushed open.

Lucien is uncharacteristically dressed formally, and I wonder how long he's been outside as he's covered in the chilly air of early autumn.

He probably doesn't expect me to wake up so early, but he just stands there indifferently.

It's as if he's stripped away all emotions and turned into a blank slate in human form.

Somehow, I don't ask him where he went. Instead, I walk over and instinctively take hold of his somewhat stiff and cold hand, placing it against my own face.

MC: Why didn't you wear a scarf? Come here quickly-

Before I can finish speaking, he envelops me in his embrace.

It's an incredibly tight embrace.

Lucien doesn't say anything, yet it's as if he's telling me something.

I simply tighten my hug, letting this silence continue.

The chill fades away as if bidding farewell, and the person in my embrace slowly opens his mouth.

Lucien: (quietly) MC, I went to do something very important.

Lucien: It feels like I'm years late, but fortunately, nothing has changed.

I can't see Lucien's face at this moment, but I can only feel his voice, soft as if not wanting to disturb a certain tranquility.

Lucien: But because of this, I seem to have some new questions.

Lucien: Can you help me with these things I haven't quite figured out yet?

He speaks vaguely, yet there's a genuine sincerity in his words.

A vague idea forms in my mind, something that I can't pin down, but I don't want to put off either.

I gently brushed his bangs with my fingers and looked at him calmly.

MC: Of course, I'm willing to help. How do you want me to help you?

This question seems to have stumped Lucien. He ponders for a while and then smiles helplessly.

Lucien: I don't know either.

MC: Well, it's wonderful. The world has left you with a special puzzle on your birthday~

Lucien that's somewhat at a loss makes me unable to suppress my laugh.

MC: It's okay. After all, growing up doesn't necessarily mean always moving forward. I'll help you find the answers.

—-------------------------------------------------------

I lead him into the living room, where the golden sunlight streams over the horizon, casting its glow upon us.

MC: But since student Lucien doesn't have a direction, I'll have to guide you in my own way, so you better cooperate with me.

Lucien: I'm more than willing, Teacher MC.

MC: Very well. First... let's start by filling our bellies!

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After eating, as Lucien places the suitcase in the trunk, I suddenly recall something and retrieve the car cooler from the storage room.

Lucien: It seems that Teacher MC is indeed well-prepared.

MC: Hehe, I must protect my main course well~

And this way, you can go wherever you want.

I don't want to impose any pressure on him, so I simply think to myself and smoothly take the driver's seat.

MC: Today, let me be the escort for the birthday star.

Lucien: What if I also wish for MC to enjoy herself?

MC: You can't use the blessings I gave you against me!

I laugh and pinch his nose. Before starting the car, I come up with a great idea.

MC: Let's play an old game.

Lucien: Aren't we supposed to go to the B&B you booked?

MC: We have plenty of time, so we can have some fun before heading to our destination.

MC: No need to rush, taking it slow is also good. It's also the birthday star's privilege.

Lucien: [chuckle] I can't help but want to be this willful birthday star every day now.

MC: In that case, I'm fully on board!

I grip the steering wheel with both hands, waiting for his response.

MC: So, what's the number in your mind?

Lucien: How about... 389?

MC: Got it!

I enter the number into the map app and, without any reservations, start the car towards the unfamiliar location 18 kilometers away.

I don't drive too fast along the way. Rather than rushing to the destination, it's more about enjoying the scenery along the route. I ask him for the next random number when we encounter red lights.

MC: When did they start repairing the bridge here?

Lucien: It seems they started construction last year, and judging by the progress, it should be completed within the next six months.

Lucien: I hadn't noticed that park over there before.

MC: I remember that this place used to be a lake?

Lucien: Mm, they probably redesigned the walkway, and it seems like cars aren't allowed in anymore.

With Lucien's various choices, we leisurely travel the road, watching this extremely familiar city give birth to new branches in unfamiliar corners.

Time has always been silent, seeping into every crevice, every building, every plant, and every person's face.

The city also seems to be growing up with us, shedding a certain part of itself and transforming into something more fresh and new.

And as Lucien and I walk through these changes together, it's hard to say whether I feel more nostalgia or anticipation.

Until the red light appears, I have no idea where I've driven us to.

In the unfamiliar scenery, warm light falls upon Lucien's face.

MC: Now, do you have any places you'd like to go or things you'd like to do?

This time, I didn't ask him for a random number but instead posed a question during this brief moment of silence.

Perhaps it's only after walking many paths that you'll discover the one you want to take.

The red light flickers and the countdown numbers slowly extend into his field of vision.

Lucien: I want to... look at the flowers.

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Under Lucien's guidance, we continued to drive for a while.

The unknown world gradually added familiar sights, and the road ahead also widened.

The road of the old street is wider than it was three years ago, as if it had been freshly paved with asphalt, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Heading uphill all the way, not far ahead, I can vaguely see a massive white building.

Unlike the last time, Lucien confidently directs the way this time—until we park in the parking lot next to the white building.

In the distance, the hills and fields are vibrant, and osmanthus flowers dance silently in the wind like tiny specks of light.

They complement this massive white building, radiating splendid beauty, which makes my eyes well up with emotion.

It turns out that something new has already bloomed on that empty lot.

MC: So, this hospital has already been built…

Lucien: Um, it will officially open to the public in a few months.

Lucien shows no intention of getting out of the car and calmly gazes ahead.

I also follow his gaze. The hospital is surrounded by hills and forests, and we listen to the distant chirping of insects, telling the secrets of the wilderness.

The wind rustles through the leaves, and the lush greenery and deep red hues cast beautiful light and shadow under the sunlight.

MC: Were these trees here before?

Lucien: I believe they were also transplanted here in the past two years.

I lean against the steering wheel, looking at the scenery in front of me that is entirely different from what I remember, and I can't help but not know how to describe my feelings.

MC: Can a hospital be built so quickly?

Lucien: Of course, it's even faster since this hospital is a crucial project for expanding clinical teaching bases in Loveland City.

He said it naturally, causing my gaze to unconsciously shift back at him.

Perhaps my gaze is too probing, so Lucien casually slumps down on the right side of the dashboard.

Lucien: Actually, I've been here a few times before due to work reasons.

Lucien: While their primary research focus is orthopedics, they also want to incorporate related studies in neuroscience to treat more complex and critical diseases.

Lucien: That's why the hospital director approached me for a collaboration.

MC: You surely agreed, right?

Lucien: Do I appear so easy to persuade?

MC: You're far from being easy to persuade.

I reach out and gently caress his cheek that's nestled between his arms.

MC: (smiles softly) It's clear to me that you've always known what you want to do.

In the sunlight, Lucien seems to smile more comfortably. He nuzzles my palm, bringing himself closer to me.

Lucien: Although they are still lacking in clinical expertise in neuroscience, Lucien's Bioscience Research Center has already signed an agreement with this hospital.

Lucien: I will provide them with the necessary research theoretical support.

Lucien: However, to bridge some gaps, I recommended one of my former classmates from my doctoral program to them. Whether they can persuade him to join depends on the efforts of the hospital director.

Lucien appears nonchalant, but I can hear so much sentiment in his words.

It's Lucien's own research institute that concluded the collaboration, and even though he's aware of the shortcomings on the other side, he still chose to cooperate.

He probably unconsciously hopes that the things that are growing anew on that land will turn into something even more beautiful.

Perhaps because I've been staring at him, Lucien seems to have also understood the unspoken words I haven't uttered.

Lucien: The reason I agreed may be because, at some moment, I felt like I had touched upon a coincidence called fate.

MC: Should scientists believe in these things?

Lucien: [chuckle] It's needed once in a while.

We can't help but laugh together.

MC: How about we get down and go for a walk?

MC: Perhaps fate has other words to speak within this coincidence.

While that's what I'm saying, I actually don't know what else fate might have to say.

We don't enter the hospital; instead, we aimlessly stroll around.

That empty lot is no longer just a distant memory, nor does it remain stagnant in its place.

We walk up the hill and see a slightly small but uniquely looking shop by the side of the side road.

It quietly nestled amidst the woods directly facing the hospital, the rich aroma of coffee blending gently with the scent of fresh grass.

MC: This shop is also new, right?

Lucien: Indeed, I didn't expect a new coffee shop to open here.

Our gazes collide, and in each other's eyes, we see the same expectation.

MC: Let's go check it out then!

The simple and elegant decor made the whole café look clean and bright.

There's only one owner in the store, even though it's not yet opening time, she warmly welcomed us.

Owner: I didn't expect to have customers at this time.

Owner: The sunshine is lovely today. Why don't you two sit over here and enjoy the beautiful scenery?

She says as she leads us to a floor-to-ceiling window on the south side. Looking at the scene in front of me, I unconsciously hold my breath.

Emerald green, golden yellow, and crimson red – time unfolds the colors it has painted to depict life in front of this window.

It's as if the four seasons silently cycle, but at this moment, it kindly extends all of its vistas, leaving the shadow of time here.

Owner: Not far away, they've built a new hospital, and it seems the director is very environmentally conscious as they've planted many trees in the vicinity.

Owner: Looking out of this window, there are two very special trees, and I observe that only during this season of the year is there such a unique view.

MC: ...It's really beautiful, thank you for your recommendation!

After thanking the boss, we're sitting in front of that window.

Lucien gazes out of the window, slightly lost in thought. The colorful light and shadows fall delicately on him, as if embracing him, sinking him into the shade of the trees.

MC: I wonder if this place is directly facing the window where the little boy used to be.

He pauses for a moment and looks at me amidst the gorgeous display.

MC: At this moment, can we also see the four seasons in his eyes when he looks outside the window?

Lucien: (smiles while looking away) Probably so.

Lucien: After all, it's what has grown anew on this land.

His voice is heavy and resolute.

MC: That's wonderful.

Lucien: Hmm?

MC: They are so beautiful, it's truly wonderful.

Memories are now distant and unattainable, but they still remain here. And in such a birthplace, all the beauty that has grown is so delightful.

MC: Perhaps this painting-like scenery is also a gift from fate to you.

Beneath the play of light and shadow, the girl's face is filled with the colors of sunshine, and she smiles warmly.

Lucien always feels that the emotions that he couldn't figure out the answer to seem to open a small crack, allowing even more indescribable feelings to pour out.

When discussing the collaboration compensation, he proposed donating two trees in the name of the research institute as a partial substitute for the hiring fee.

At every moment when he came here alone, he could clearly feel the spreading branches and twigs.

Perhaps, the meaning of time lies in the fact that nothing stays in one place, and this is also a form of trace and continuity.

It's just that, some changes would be better if they happened slower.

He always selfishly thinks this way.

Lucien: Probably... it really is a gift, isn't it?

Lucien: However, there may be more to it than just fate.

The colorful world is distant yet clear, all frozen in the eyes.

Because of you, I can see the traces of time so clearly.

It turns out that everything has passed for so long, long enough that I'm almost forgetting the name of this feeling.

It turns out that on a day like this, I'm allowed to have both loneliness and warmth at the same time.

It turns out that what I felt was sadness.

—--------------------------------------------------------

=Flashback Start=

The cemetery in the early morning is dark and solemn, with only a few stars twinkling in the sky.

The streets at four o'clock were too deserted, so Lucien bought a particularly simple bouquet of flowers from a newly opened stall at the door.

He passed through the freshly painted iron gate and walked slowly along the gravel path.

The paper's reference seemed to pull him into the light and shadow of time that he couldn't speak or think of yet also couldn't forget.

There were always two busy figures, always smiling with their eyes forever gazing into the distance.

These long-ago scenes that feel more like yesterday are strangling his breath and cutting open his wound today.

The time devoured by enduring anxieties of emptiness returns in its entirety today, as it does on all other 'todays'.

Some kind of longing dug into the wound, causing him to suddenly pause before tucking the girl in his arms into the quilt.

He pondered for a long time, and in the end, he decided to put on a suit.

That period of time was like this road, neither long nor short, but he spent many years on it.

Lucien stopped before the graves, gazing at the familiar names on it, and heaved a long sigh.

What should he say? He didn't know.

He simply gently placed the flowers down and reached out to touch the name on the tombstone.

The dust had settled in the gaps, and he cleaned it meticulously, even those stubborn stains were carefully wiped away.

He silently gazed at those two clean names, looking at them again and again.

Lucien: I seem to... miss both of you.

Today belongs to both of you, yet it also feels like it belongs to me.

When I abandon my name, I can treat it as a day that only belongs to me.

Now that I stand before you, does it mean that the distant past has slowly arrived at my side?

When I leave, the time left for you both will come to an end, and the time ahead should be reserved for her, or maybe for the me who's blessed by you.

Is that okay?

Lucien knew that no one would provide him with an answer. He simply sat there, no longer dwelling on anything.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, until the slowly approaching light from the distance began to illuminate him.

=Flashback End=

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MC: You can open your eyes now!

Lucien opens his eyes under my guidance, and I happen to collect the last decoration.

Lucien: The issues troubling me seem to have somewhat disrupted your preparations.

MC: That's not entirely true.

Noticing that Lucien has picked up on some clues, I place the cake on the small couch and pull him down to sit.

MC: No matter how grand the birthday celebration is or how it is celebrated, the focus should be on the person who is celebrating it.

MC: You are the most important.

MC: Everything I've done is simply in the hope that they can appear more fittingly before you.

The warm light falls on the small arched couch, enclosing our figures leaning against the glass within it.

Outside, it started raining at some point, the raindrops hitting gently against the window. Much like the indescribable feelings, the world was shrouded in a misty haze.

Lucien: It feels like we're inside an egg here.

MC: Right? I think so too.

MC: So, let's just imagine we've briefly returned to the state before venturing into the human world and taking a rest here.

Lucien: Hmm, what's outside the window then?

MC: Outside the window is the place we'll go to.

MC: It might rain today, it might be clear tomorrow, or there might be a sandstorm.

MC: Every day, the weather will be different, there will be many sad things, and there will also be many happy moments.

Lucien: Can sadness and happiness... exist at the same time?

MC: Of course they can.

MC: Because they are both important to you.

I gently stroke his brow and gaze deeper into him through those eyes filled with emotions.

Lucien: (in the most fragile tone you ever hear-) ….Then, can you hug me?

I don't speak; instead, I answer him with my actions.

Perhaps I had also waited for a long time, waiting for him to come to me, letting me accompany him and giving me the right to comfort him.

Lucien: I went to meet some very important people today.

MC: Um.

Lucien: I miss them very much.

MC: Mm.

Lucien: But I feel happy again because of you.

I bite my lower lip hard and feel my eyes slightly welling up.

Lucien: I don't know how to handle these emotions, but I also feel a bit childish like this.

MC: I don't think so. I really like you just the way you are now.

MC: Being candid and clumsy, like a child without any worries. It's a kind of growth for you too.

Lucien: But today is obviously my birthday, isn't?

MC: It's precisely because today is your birthday that you can be like this.

I can't help but hug him even tighter.

MC: Sometimes, I feel as if we're growing up like layers of an onion, with each year wrapped around the last.

MC: Even though you're growing older, you still have all the previous ages you've been.

MC: You are also the 26-year-old Lucien, the 20-year-old Lucien, the 18-year-old Lucien, the 14-year-old Lucien – you are every version of yourself from different time periods.

MC: So, you can think rationally, but you can also be indifferent; you can be passionate, yet feel discouraged at times.

MC: When we grow up, we don't abandon ourselves. Every version of you from the past is still within your heart.

MC: You will see them, comfort them, and accept them.

Behind me, Lucien is silent, but the slightly tightened arms seem to quietly reveal something.

MC: What did the ten-year-old Lucien do today?

Lucien: Mm... I read a very special book.

MC: And what about the fourteen-year-old Lucien?

Lucien: I went to Venice, took photos at the Bridge of Sighs, and accidentally dropped my camera.

MC: Hmm, and what about when you were seventeen?

Lucien: Spent an entire night in my own independent laboratory.

MC: Wow, you! You didn't pull an all-nighter at twenty as well, did you?

Lucien: When I was twenty… I was given a graduation ceremony that I think is a bit special now.

MC: And what about you today?

He slowly lifts his head, his soft fingertips caressing my cheek.

Lucien: I went to meet important people

Lucien: And returned to your side.

MC: So you see, today may be your birthday, but it's also a special book day and a day for a bit of luck to escape.

MC: It can be an all-nighter day or a day for sleep. It's your graduation ceremony, and it's also the day of your important people.

MC: It doesn't just belong to happiness, it simply belongs to you.

MC: Happy birthday, Lucien. You don't have to be just happy.

The droplet on the glass window reflects the candlelight, resembling burning osmanthus petals as if time itself has paused by our side.

Lucien finally smiles, his eyes sparkling.

Lucien: I think, I know what wish to make now.

He wraps my hands together in his and looks at the candlelight.

It seems like he's saying a lot of wishes, and only after a while does he rest his forehead against mine.

MC: I hope all your wishes come true.

Lucien: Well, this Miss will have to work hard because it's not just from the present me.

Lucien: I just took the opportunity to make up for all those days I forgot to make wishes.

MC: Right now, I feel like I'm accompanying the past you.

MC: Would you call me silly for feeling this way?

Lucien: (whispers softly) Of course not.

His warm lips gently cover mine, devout and solemn.

Lucien: Furthermore, for the future me, the present is my past.

At the moment the candles were blown out, the sound of fireworks bursting in the distance could be heard. Colorful fireworks exploded outside the window, decorating the night sky.

It turns out that the rain had silently stopped at some point.

Lucien: It looks like there will be fireworks outside the window.

MC: It's welcoming you.

At this moment, there are less than 10 minutes left until the end of Lucien's birthday.

I grab his hand and run out of the B&B, running onto the street.

The street scene is incredibly lively, and for some reason, the celebratory fireworks keep lighting up the night sky, leaving colorful streaks in their wake.

Pedestrians pause for a moment, and I hold Lucien's hand. We walk through the crowd and I excitedly turn back to him.

MC: Lucien, it's wonderful that you came into this world.

MC: Thank you for coming into this world, thank you for coming to my side.

Another burst of fireworks soars into the sky, and the world is so beautiful, as if gathering all the colors of this moment into his eyes.

All the accumulated emotions are like the fireworks at this moment, making him vibrant and alive.

I see him take my hand and wrap his other arm around my waist.

Perhaps this isn't even a dance, we're just embracing each other and spinning around while laughing.

It seems like only the two of us exist in the world.

Lucien: MC.

I hear him calling my name.

Lucien: Thank you, for giving me this beautiful world as a present.

MC: Then I hope even more that whether I participate in your world or not, you will have the beauty of the whole world.

Lucien: Don't worry.

Lucien's eyes are filled with a smile, and the lamp's warm glow makes him look incredibly bright.

Lucien: All my time is as dazzling as you.

-

[Phone Call- coming soon]

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[Lux's small rambling corner]

Dying rn after two sleepless nights, so I'll say a little for now and will add more after resting for some days orz. But really, I think what makes this date good can be felt with heart. Every single sentence is golden and worth to be screaming about hnghhh.

Where should I start??? Everything about this date feels perfect. I don't even know where to begin🥹 I genuinely think this one is his best birthday date. The pay of years' worth of build-up and the metaphors are perfect, and GOD, how this date consists of everything that makes them unique and lovable to me.

I didn't anticipate that the writers would skillfully weave together past birthday dates on this occasion. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if this marks the final instance centered around the theme of the past self. Embracing every version of your past self that makes up 'you' is truly a fitting conclusion.

It's INSANE how his writers are able to build up the whole thing over the span of 6 YEARS like??? The way his change and growth happen little by little as we accompany him in those years, watching him now just being himself, frankly expressing his emotions and longing, and taking the initiative to be vulnerable for the first time, I can't help but feel emotional sob sob. Trust me, I CRIED the first time I read that part when he asked for a hug. We've seen him being vulnerable before, but him being the one who takes the initiative is an entirely different matter. I mean, Lucien????? the same guy that says he's okay when he got heatstroke???/hj.

Anyway, with each birthday, Lucien seems to discover something new. Like last year when he finally found a place that can be called home, this year, what he found was the loneliness and sadness from the past that he hid so deeply because he just didn't understand and had no time to deal with it. After his parents' death he give himself a new name and abandoned his old one. Like cutting off his past memories, put them in small box, locking them and hid them. Back then, he probably thought that he would never open that 'box' again and he would eventually forget its existence. But every time he get reminded of them, like in this date when he saw their names in reference he'd see the key of that 'box', reminding him of its existence.

Now, because of his encounter with her, he is gradually able to slow down, slowly understand his feelings and emotions. And so, he finally opened that 'box', went to the cemetery to see his parents and clumsily told them what he unconsciously always wanted to say, letting years of sadness and missing from losing them filled him. With this, he also slowly accept his every past self.

Like the fireworks after the long rain, his present self is alive and vibrant. Be it sadness or happiness, Lucien, I'm glad that now you can experience and accept both.

[starboyshoyo]

RAAAH 6TH TIME TRYING TO SEND THIS 😡😡😡 i hope this works

so i wanted to metaphorically cash in this request you said i could make, and i thought i’d do that as a reward for me getting into color guard!!

can i request the twst boys (surprise me on the characters) with a s/o who dresses in the dark academia aesthetic, listens to classical music all the time, and reads classic literature a lot? (totally not how i wanna be LMAO) thank you so much <33

https://www.tumblr.com/starboyshoyo/712163095699750912/permission-to-just-reblog-all-your-works-cause

A/N: @lacuna-at-dawn hello!! I have finished my AP exams and now have time to write. I didn’t get the other five rqs so it’s good you sent it in again hhhh. Dark Academia is my best friend’s favorite aesthetic so I know a little about it! If I get some things wrong lmk! I listened to the Enkanomiya soundtrack from Genshin Impact while writing this. 

Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader, Cater Diamond x reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: general, romance

Malleus and Cater with a Dark Academia-esque s/o!

Malleus Draconia

Oh, dear Child of Man. You were made for him, weren’t you? 

While Malleus knows better than to judge on appearances, he just knows you would fit right into the beautiful, thorny landscape of his home in Briar Valley. You may not be feared by others like he is, but he can’t help but think you might understand what a life in the shadows means. It’s not all dreariness- it can be beautiful too. 

Your fashion sense is apparent to him on days when you’re not confined to your school uniform. It’s not all-black like his; instead, you opt for a mix of muted colors like wine reds, browns, and forest greens. It’s like you’re a lighter version of him- you are the shade to his shadows, the slumber to his death. 

When he accompanies you around the school, he’ll always be one step behind you. It makes him feel as if he is your protector- though it is a bit funny to see Sebek and Silver trail behind Malleus, who trails behind you. Occasionally, Rook will join in (read: stalk them) as well, and then other students will wonder if someone had started a conga line in the hallways. 

Malleus’s view of time is a little bit skewed in comparison to humans, so when he sees you reading classical literature, he might question if it’s a new release because he swears he met the author of the book just last week- nevermind, it was last century. Well, either way, he’ll go out of his way to finally get around to reading it, just so he can discuss it with you. Sebek is a big help in this regard as well- he’ll be more than happy to tutor Malleus in English so he can have more in-depth conversations about literature. 

Classical literature also gives Malleus another way to spend time with you alone. During quiet hours in the NRC library, he’ll pull up two seats by the fireplace and invite you to sit with him, curling his arms around you protectively. You’ll take turns reading out loud to each other- and when you get tired, he’ll continue in that deep, relaxing voice of his until you drift off to sleep. Then, he’ll carry you back to his room in the Diasomnia Dorm, watching over you and keeping you safe until you wake again. 

Besides library dates, Malleus’ most memorable time with you came when he asked you to show him your favorite songs. The music is somewhat melancholy and romantic, and he’ll close his eyes for a moment as he picks apart the notes. It’ll remind him of the slower songs played in the Briar Valley castle at mealtimes- only this time, he isn’t alone.

When he realizes this, he’ll stand up, striding over to you, and hold his hand out while looking at you with the love of the world in his eyes. 

Child of Man, may I have this dance? 

Cater Diamond

Cater is an expert on all things aesthetic. He’s a Magicam influencer, after all, and he needs to keep up on the times! You’ll immediately become a star, with Cater setting up a couples’ page where the two of you post various Dark Academia songs, art, photos, and other media. 

Cater is used to dressing in whatever is trendy, but the more time he spends with you the more he’ll be converted to your fashion tastes. You’d better be ready to see Cay-Cay in turtlenecks, slacks, sweaters and the occasional pleated skirt! He’s not afraid to try everything at least once to find what he likes. 

The two of you will have many dates where you’ll go to swap meets to find academia-esque clothing. He’s open to letting you dig around in his closet to find pieces you like as well. Cater will want you to pose in the mirror with your outfits, so he can snap a photo and post it to your page. The rest of Heartslabyul might be a little surprised with Cater’s change in looks, but they’ll definitely support him when they see how happy you make him. 

TBH, Cater isn’t really into reading much. Books are so old school to him! The fact that they have no screen bores him. The middle-ground you find is digital books. When you introduce him to it, he might be doubtful at first. But he’ll quickly find himself absorbed in the stories as old as time and soon enough, he’ll fall headfirst into the classical literature rabbit hole. Don’t expect him to go to the library though! Just looking at the outdated computers makes him want to retch. 

On the flip side, your boyfriend has always enjoyed classical music very much. Sure, he likes pop and country and rock too, but there’s something super calming and refined to the classics. He enjoys sharing earbuds with you while you walk down the hallways, listening to a mixed playlist of your favorites. 

Over time, Cater will find that he enjoys the calming darkness of your aesthetic over the cutesy, bright one that used to cover his Magicam page. It makes him feel a little more seen- like he can be vulnerable under it all and not have to keep up with appearances as much. 

[no-eyes-yet-but-vibing]

hhhh nevermoor post time.

idk why but every time I either read the books or even think about them, I always invision the wunder as similar or even as stars. like the stereotypical ones that are yellow/gold and with points. but the point is that my brain processes it as similar or even as something that isn't from earth, but instead from space. something where only some are able to grasp the vast majority.

this sounds both poetic and cringe, and also makes no sense.

[betterfettered]

a request 🥹

mc gets chained and abused as a lesson, how would the brothers and/or the others react when they lose their will to fight back and start to romanticize/stockholm their situation?

yea i'm good thanks for asking hhhh

The second part of your ask:

how would the brothers react if stockholm mc decides to stop eating as much so they'll look more pretty, dainty, abuseable, not have the strengh to fight back? would they encourage it, be greatful, not care at all or tell them to eat more?

I can answer this for ya, though I would like to say that regardless of your size, reader, you are pretty, dainty and abusable just the way you are 💖💖 I also don't mean any of the below to mean that any of the brothers wouldn't like fat darlings or anyone of a particular body type. As a fat girl I would never betray my audience in that way 🫡 Let me know if I missed any TWs

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere)(Disordered eating)(pro eating disorder attitudes)(violence against reader)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and abuse is disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer would not mind at all if your will to fight back disappeared. In his eyes, it means you have learned your lesson and won't be foolishly disobedient anymore. He will probably give you more privileges because of it. The starving yourself, he would not approve of. He decides what you eat, how much of it, and when, so he'd tell you to knock it off.

Yandere!Mammon would at first like your new attitude because it means he can do whatever he likes with you, but then it would start to bother him. I think he actually likes the banter the two of you get into, so seeing how deflated you are now would make him kind of sad. He'd probably try to act goofier to make you laugh and chide him. The not eating, Mammon wouldn't see a problem with a first, just thinking youre on a harsh diet (which isnt abnormal in his social circles because hes a model), but once you started showing physical symptoms like being faint, sallow skin, shaking hands, brain fog, he would tell you to stop it and eat more. He might do this in a snarky way to hide that he feels bad for the role he played in your becoming like this.

Yandere!Levi has more experience with two dimensional people than real people, so I don't think he'd quite understand how bad things were getting for a long time. He'd see you losing the will to fight as making you more sweet and gentle, and make you dress up in frilly lacy pink things like docile characters in whatever he's reading/watching. He also would probably agree with you that it increases how dainty you seem for you to eat less, remarking on how you're like a doll that only he gets to play with. He wouldn't notice until your symptoms got much, much worse that there's a problem, and I think it would probably take him asking one of his brothers (in a poorly disguised hypothetical) to figure out exactly what's wrong.

Yandere!Satan doesn't just want you to be docile, he wants complete and active submission. Saying that to say, he doesn't just want you to nod when he's talking to you, he wants you to kneel and bow until your head touches the floor. If you are submissive in that way, he will love it. If you're not, he'd be irritated and you can expect more abuse until you get it right. Once you start eating less, though, he'd probably consult with some books on humans to figure out what has gone wrong with his. Eventually he'd find some stuff about the physical impacts of eating less and the psychology of the way you're behaving. Then start trying to unwilt you the way someone does to a plant, so he'd take you outside on walks on a leash, play music for you, let you talk to one person a day (humans are social creatures, after all) and tell you to eat more. If you refuse to eat he will make you eat by force.

Yandere!Asmo won't like that you're more docile because to him it would feel like you're less attentive. He likes when you're outgoing and opinionated, he wants you to be fully present with him (and only him) and reactive. He'd assume you're kind of depressed so he'd take you to do fun stuff to try and cheer you up, like shopping and amusement parks and spas. With the not eating, I think Asmo subscribes to diet culture in general because of some lines of dialogue he has, including a couple about dieting himself, so he probably wouldn't even give you not eating a second thought. He may give you a compliment or two. I think he would be another who needs someone else to point out that it's becoming an issue.

Yandere!Beel would not like that you are romanticizing the situation because to him the way that he restricts and sometimes abuses you is a means to an end, where you can be a happy family together and you won't try to run away any more LOL He would try and tell you that he's not really like that so you don't need to get used to it, and when you seem comfortable while restrained he would be sad. The not eating would also make him really sad. He would encourage you to eat more and more, and probably would also force you to eat if you didn't.

Because of his own experience with being restrained, if Yandere!Belphie is chaining you up and abusing you, you have probably made him very, very angry. At this point he doesn't trust you at all, and you've probably done something to make him feel abandoned. He'd not buy your docile "act" and maybe even mock you for it (Belphegor ur chapter 16 is showing). You'd better work hard at regaining his good favor, because who knows what he'll decide to do if you let him stew on it? He also would not like you not eating your food, but at this point he's more likely to just order you to eat rather than force feeding you.

How was that anon? Did it scratch ur itch?

Everyone, send more asks! 🙇🏿‍♀️

[quotidianish]

uh uhhhh a the uhh

the tf2s are terrorized by a big scary monster living in the base,, and when they find it it turns out to be like, a possum or something . That might be silly uhhhh

oh oh uh everybody shows their appreciation for miss pauling,, because she’s pretty epic and she deserves some I think

medic and heavy try to have a nice date and everybody keeps on interrupting them and eventually they just give up

engineer and medic invent some stupid shit together honestly just more engineer and medic friendship would be epic

sniper scout and demo all apart are smart in their own rights,, but when together 1 braincell,,,

hmmm uhh. ,, , heavy helps spy learn Russian? Or maybe heavy doesn’t know spy can speak Russian so he insults him one day and spy insults him back

scout and spy do a father-son activity ,, but not because they wanted to do father-son bonding ,it was by accident. Like scout was rambling about baseball and spy said it was stupid so he was like, oh yeah? Bet you’re just jealous, and spy retorts by saying he can throw and scout bets him and they end up playing catch lmao

more trans soldier,,, for the funsies

sniper and demo argue about cryptids and which ones are real or not,, and which animals are real or not because a lot of Australian animals totally sound like cryptids

tired medic,, I know he’s probably on cocaine like twenty four seven or however you say it, but he’s gotta run out at some point

engineer gaming losing his mind !!!! ho boy that’d be scary I think,

pyro’s parents are coming to earth to visit them and they’re like some sort of cosmic-lovecraftian-horrors ,, peeping the horror am I right or am I r anyway scout can handle these man-made horrors just fine maybe you have a skill issue or something

demo listens to breakcore,, I know it’s not like invented for like another million years but idk I think I’d be silly and I think he’d like it

scout learns how to read yayyyyy he reads his first book or something maybe like the ones with the silly golden retriever you know the ones,, like uhh hmm let me search it up OH THE DOG’S NAME IS BISCUIT !!! Yeah the biscuit books,, the I Can Read! ones

movie night !! Its spy’s turn to pick the movie but nobody except heavy and soldier like it and scout starts to argue and eventually they end up with pyro picking the movie like always. (They just put on golden girls episodes’ or something)

Demo is secretly a painter,, more specifically an impasto painter. Pyro finds out and is amazed and asks him to help them learn how to paint. Demo lets them touch the paintings. (impasto paintings are meant to be touched ,,I mean how could you look at all the epic texture and just not. come on now)

I wish I had more but that’s all the thoughts my brain will let me think tonight, hope these help and stuff!! Also I love your art and your memes are so fucking funny,, your headcannons are very epic too,,,, hhhh goodnight I have to sleep now it is 4 am oh nooooo

Ohhh all of these headcanons are so good…. Especially love the scout + spy father son bonding activity. Aggressively chucks ball at his da’s crotch. Swings bat and accidentally managed to bash his son in the face. At the end they have achieved a new level of understanding with one another. Btw medic’s proposing to heavy on that one where the offense class is stalking out of a bush. And thank you so much man <333 these headcanons are fire too 💥💥🫡

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 12 The Murder of the Butler

When google docs decides to count softgico as a word but not deductive

Anyway thought Marble was the 70th designed character, but actually she's the 71st and Bronze got that honor

But still 70 CHARACTERS WITH OFFICIAL CARTOONVERSE ARTWORKS!!

Maid Marble is a piebald (or marbled!) badger. She's not AS resentful as her canon counterpart and generally acts like a sweet old lady. Her dark secret is that she has an unfathomable taste for humans! Wanna guess what's in that pie?

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

A great song came on, and everyone is dancing their asses off at Bronze’s hero party. Except Logico, of course, he doesn’t dance. He picks up Lord Violet’s biography, still covered in a bit of blood - the murder weapon from his dramatic rescue. If he wants lore, this is where to get it. As he reads the first paragraph, he tries to envision deep within his mind every detail, attempting to use Irratino’s ‘past-vision’ technique to uncover the mystery more… 

A blazing fire erupts in a forest. Giant deer-like creatures run for their lives, faces out of view. Logico can feel their tension, leaping over debris, barely avoiding flames, hooves slamming against the ground. One of the creatures is just a child, and can barely keep up…

The baby one falls, injured. Despite the encroaching blaze, an adult stops and turns back for it, trying to lift it up to its feet. Another tree falls, and it has no choice but to sling it over its back and run. 

As the fire settles, only the baby emerges from the forest, very weak. It collapses outside a settlement. But a shadow stands over it, and reaches out a hand…

The book takes a sudden shift to many years later. Logico wonders why so much was cut out? But he learns some key information. Lord Violet once supported the Reds - an alliance in the Drakonian Civil War. 

The animal, now with the iconic mask, stands stock still in a barren room that is so tightly cramped it couldn’t even be a bathroom. There is a lot of blood on the ground, and a slumped body on the pathetic excuse for a bed. Lady Violet, who hasn’t even grown wings yet, is crouched in a corner, and by the entrance, a twisting, dripping humanoid lurches.  Who could the killer have been? 

After all, as Irratino always says, assassins tend to carry swords, rather than heavy purses or leather gloves.

Lord Violet leaps and pins down the attacker, thrusting the sword out of their hands with his horns. With the thing in his nonexistent mouth, he slashes at them, but the figure ducks, and the sword breaks in half. The assassin creeps out on all fours and runs, perhaps never to be seen again.

Violet rests his head on the body. There’s no hope left, Beryl is long gone. The littlest Lady Violet clutches onto her father’s leg and cries. They bury their friend on a nearby island, and mourn, knowing nothing could ever replace him.

The book ends rather abruptly, explaining Lord Violet’s turn to violence and longing for revenge against the killer. Logico shuts the book and rubs his eye. This has caught him very off guard, and now that he’s done, all the other guests have left. Heavy-hearted and deeply uncomfortable, he heads back to his room, and prays it won’t take too long to fall asleep.

The end!

First episode with 0 dialogue I think?? Hope it's not too boring

I am excited to write Minimurdle regardless of how obviously not canon it is. I mean

We already got baby Eminence and Red confirmed!!! (hhhh forgot I can't show baby red yet)

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[all-hail-the-crows]

Just wrote some Lenzshire smut 🤙

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Wrong Number

The manor fell silent as Mr and Mrs Heelshire left for their evening walk, closing the back door gently in hopes that their son wouldn’t notice their departure. He did though. Of course he did, Brahms noticed everything around the house. It was his world, and yet the times when his parents went out, times like these, were some of the few times he was allowed to freely roam throughout the manor. 

Brahms peeked warily out of a panel in the wall, one of dozens of secret entrances to the Brahms’s passageways throughout the house. The large man crawled out into the living room, eyes resting on the piano for a moment as he stood up before turning toward the kitchen. Whatever hobby he decided to indulge in today would wait till after he got something to eat. 

He brushed a hand against his mask for a feeling of security as his eyes trained on the too-large-for-comfort kitchen windows as Brahms inched towards the freezer where his parents kept the leftovers. After selecting something that looked half decent and heating it up, the porcelain-faced man retreated to the comparatively safer location of his childhood bedroom, he settled on the floor to eat. Brahms glazed around for the wretched thing that his parents had replaced him with, though it didn’t seem to be anywhere in the room. He frowned, jerking his head to the side to kick the bedside table and knocking it over. 

The mix of shame and jealousy followed Brahms as he left his, no the doll’s, room and made his way back down to the library, hoping to find a book to read. He selected a few that he hadn’t already and began reading the back covers while seated on the piano bench. Just as he was deciding which book to borrow for the night (his mum would notice if he took more than one, and he didn’t especially like being scolded), the phone in the guest bedroom upstairs began to ring. At first, Brahms didn’t move, no one ever called on the guest phone. The delivery boys and other off-location staff that the Heelshires had all called on the main phone, so it could only be a wrong number caller. This opened up a whole line of opportunity for Brahms, as he never got to speak to anyone but his parents, and even then under the forced pretense of still being their darling little eight-year-old boy. 

Completely disregarding the books he had been examining moments before, Brahms stood and raced into one of his passages, he made his way out of the guest room closet just before too many rings sounded off, and picked up the phone. Brahms cleared his throat before saying anything, not wanting the person on the other end to be under the notion that they were speaking to a child. Before the could say anything in his real voice though, the person on the other end of the line started in.

“Hhhh, you pig. You fucken bitch…” The caller took a moment to gurgle off unintelligible words, almost like a choking animal. Brahms wasn’t sure what to say to all this, but he didn’t want to hang up just yet, wrong number callers were so rare.

“Billy’s gonna shove his fat cock down your pretty piggy throat… you’ll like that won’t you? Sucking on my fat cock, sucking… sucking till you can’t breathe.  Then Billy’ll-”

“Sir, I’m afraid I don’t think I’m who you meant to reach.” Brahms interrupted, unsure if his cheeks had grown hot out of disgust with what the other had said, or out of shame that he hadn’t hung up already. The caller, Billy, paused. Then he broke out into chortle, followed by a string of words.

“Piggy has got such a voice, would sound even better gagging on Billy's cock though. Such a deep voice, bet you’d beg Billy for more with that pretty voice, beg for me to stroke your dick. You have a dick piggy? Billy wants to lick it, run his tongue up your shaft and lick it, lick it lick it, lick it, lick it.” Billy repeated that phrase for a while, long enough for Brahms to seat himself on the guest bed, his interest building, and any shame he may have felt long abandoned.

“Would you…mista?” Brahms asked, unsure of how exactly to respond to the depraved caller, but unable to ignore the fact that he was enjoying this, as well as the growing mound in his pants. Billy let out a shrieking giggle. 

“You like that, you piggy slut?” He chortled, clearly enjoying that someone was for once indulging in his ‘hobby’. Brahms could hear a rhythmic movment on the other end of the line, a sound that he knew all too well from his own lonely nights in his attic room. Brahms reached down to rub against his still-clothed dick, palming himself as Billy continued to spill out degrading words, Brahms closed his eyes and furrowed his brows in pleasure.

“Pretty-voiced piggy wants Billy’s juicy cock inside him.” It was more of a statement that Brahms wasn’t about to contradict than a question. “Slamming at his insides and stretching piggy out, ruining poor piggy’s pathetic hole.” Billy set off on laughing, screeching jumble of noise, making Brahms wince and hold the phone away from his ear even as he bit his lip to hold back a building moan. 

With reddened cheeks behind his porcelain face, Brahms ducked a hand into his trousers, clutching at his embarrassingly hard cock. He pressed the phone to his ear, letting out a whimper into the receiver as he used his thumb to circle his tip. Billy felt silent at the noise.

“Billy…” Brahms murmured into the phone, his breathing growing almost as heavy as Billy’s as he jerked himself off. 

He could feel pre cum beginning to leak out as he imagined the vulgar man making good on his promises. Working Brahms’s cock with his mouth, licking long stripes up his shaft, and drooling all over his balls. Brahms moaned again into the receiver and thrust his hips upwards into his hand. 

“Filthy piggy,” Billy giggled almost sweetly into Brahms’s ear. “You want me to hold you down so you can’t go anywhere? Fuck you till you can’t breathe, piggy?” Billy let out a string of moans and wails that made Brahms’ heart race and his dick throb in his hand. 

“Yes, please. I do want that.” He moaned, stroking faster, hand gripping almost painfully tight. 

“Billy’s filthy piggy wants him to bend him over and fuck his tight ass till piggy squeals and screams and moans and begs for Billy to stop,” his breathing grew somehow heavier. Brahms stifled another moan, sandwiching the phone against his shoulder. He reached down with his other hand to press against his hole, fingers slick with his own precum as he massaged his entrance. 

“I’ll fuck you till you’re cumming, till Billy’s creaming inside you, making a big mess out of poor piggy’s ass. Billy’ll fill you up with his hot cum, fill up his piggy’s hole until you can't keep it in and it’s dripping out and leaking all over.” He let out a snorting laugh that morphed into a lengthy moan that sent a rush to Brahms’s throbbing cock, the heat in him growing almost painfully. He had begun to press a finger into his ass, opening up his tight hole, stretching it nowhere near as well as he was sure Billy could, but whimpering under his own touch nonetheless. 

Brahms continued to stroke his cock, throwing his head back as the heat inside him overflowed and thick, hot cum shot onto his stomach, the world going blank for a moment. When his mind drifted back, Billy had gone back to moaning and gasping, sounds of slurping and wet rubbing traveling through the phone. 

“You cum piggy? Billy talk you over so well that you creamed yourself?” Brahms could hear the grin in Billy’s voice. Brahms moaned in agreement, fingers tracing through the spilled seed on his stomach. “Filthy pig, Billy’s gonna cum. Pretty-voiced slut wants Billy to fill him up, poor needy piggy.” Brahms squirmed with pleasure under Billy’s words as the vulgar man became increasingly sporadic. “Wants Billy to slam his juicy cock into him, fuck him till he can’t stand, Billy’ll fuck his pretty pretty piggy until it hurts. Filthy piggy… you fucken whore, Billy’s gonna find you, going to make piggy scream.” He snorted. “Scream piggy, scream for Billy… Filthy Billy... Nasty-” 

Slam

Brahms flinched back as the other end of the line went dead. He glanced down at the cum across his midsection and his already growing-hard cock. Billy’s words bounced around his head as Brahms set the phone back into its place, staring at it for a moment, wishing that Billy would call back. His heart raced while staring at the phone, but after standing there for a moment, nothing happening, Brahms sighed, turning back to his secret passageways to hide away in his room once more. He could only wait for the next wrong number and hope it was as interesting as this one, and until then, the memory of Billy’s sickly sweet voice and the threats? Promises? He had made would stay with Brahms for a long while.

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I never post the smut I write, so I donno. If you made it this far, I guess you liked it, so thanks :)

[nevertoomanyspiders]

finally finished reading The Emerald City of Oz and asfahsjfdshgjf. it certainly happened. (I started reading the damn thing in April and only just now got around to wrapping things up hhhh, got distracted by a bazillion things, including starting to make a webcomic, lol)

if I could describe the major plot events in one sentence it would be "what the hell that's so stupid, lol" but it certainly caught me off guard which, good.

what a book, man. the ending is also very "I'm done writing Oz books! I'm done! I'm done!" but Baum kept writing more of them nonetheless, lol.

Scarecrow having a nice house shaped like a corn cob was a nice detail though.

[altocat]

Im reading the Howl’s Moving Castle book and was wondering what AGSZC’s favorite ghibli movie would be?

Hhhh I still need to read the book! One of these days I will sit down and do it! I also haven't seen The Boy and The Heron yet so it will not feature here.

Anyway...

Angeal: Princess Mononoke. Because it's a serious story with a serious message that Angeal considers upholding "honor" in that it respects nature.

Sephiroth: Kiki's Delivery Service. Because it's safe and wholesome and everyone's just so nice and warm and cuddly that even a grouchy edgelord like Seph is completely won over.

Genesis: Howl's Moving Castle. Like the rest of us, Genesis probably experienced his first sexual awakening due to Howl being...Howl. And decided to imitate the big lovable drama queen for the rest of his life.

Zack: Laputa/Castle in the Sky. He likes the adventure. And his relationship with Aerith is oddly reminiscent of Pazu and Sheeta!

Cloud: Spirited Away. Much like Chihiro, Cloud ALSO goes on a coming of age adventure filled with trauma and strange imagery. Also he thinks the soot-balls are cute.

[sea-dwelling-wizard]

who are you?

call me wizard!

i go by she/her pronouns.

i live in the mariana trench. if you wanna visit pls make sure you have the correct equipment i am not responsible for any harm or injury

this blog is for me to infodump about my interests and talk about my passions and thoughts! dw it doesnt bite :D

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what things do you like?

dancing with the fae, singing with the sirens, swimming with the ones down below, stargazing with myself, writing about realms beyond, sketching all that i see, summoning those above, coding the divine (HTML, PHP, now learning CSS!)

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fun facts

im not aesthetic at all im trying so hard to make this look good rn send help

im super girly :D

im not a picky eater, but put figs in front of me and i will explode

fis

i love stuffed toys, figurines, and those of the like!! i still sleep with a plushie akajjshsh (its a whale plushie i love it sm)

i collect stationary. i dont use any of it

im thinking of opening a neocities but i dont know enough CSS to do that hhhh

im in a MASSIVE book slump rn 🙏im trying to get back into it thoo

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important!

i don't live in the USA nor Europe. my timezone is in IST, so please be patient when you interact with my posts! i may stay up late on weekends tho ;D

i do not tolerate racism, transphobia, homophobia, sexism, TERFs, etc. on my blog. if you are an NSFW blog, you will be blocked.

i am a minor. please refrain from sending suggestive/graphic/violent asks.

on the other hand, please feel free to tag me in tag games!!

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some other stuff!

my favorite songs: reincarnation apple by pinnochio-p, non-breath oblige by pinnochio-p, god-ish by pinnochio-p, odo by ado, dramaturgy by eve, konoyo loading... by REOL, no title by REOL, wozwald by nilfruits, CH4NGE by giga-p, soleil soleil by pomme, hole-dwelling by kikuo, matryoshka by hachi

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my favorite books: the midnight library by matt haig, klara and the sun by kazuo ishiguro, and tons more!

what i'm reading: once upon a broken heart by stephanie garber!

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my favorite shows: puella magi madoka magica, sailor moon, arcane, dungeon meshi

indie shows i like: the amazing digital circus, hazbin hotel, port by the sea (pilot stage), lackadaisy (pilot stage), ramshackle (pilot stage)

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ABOUT MY WIPs!

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beneath the waves, within this soul: book 1 of the Heavenly Tetralogy

The Abyss consumes. It gives no mercy for those damned.

The dark is home for Ourra, a trench-dweller with plans of chaos. Haunted by his mistakes, he yearns to make all well again.

Atticus, a lost soul with nothing to lose, enters the Abyss to save those he loves; for a price, of course.

So, what will it be? Love, or the pain of a man turned evil?

Progress: outlining the third draft since the second was too wobbly

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on this sunset shall i sing: book 2 of the Heavenly Tetralogy

Having magic beyond the set boundaries of the realm you live in means high expectations. And when you break those expectations, it isn't pretty.

Now, the Impyreum is stuck in a state of chaos and darkness: who's to blame?! No, no, no, Apollo did not drown the Sun. That's what he said, anyway!

The First Protector sets sail for the seas to search for the missing fragments along with the smartest, dedicated, and the top investigators and strategists. Apollo is invited, and nobody really likes him for a while.

Where's the Sun? Will the light ever come back?

Progress: Nope. Nothing. I haven't even decided the team-

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Dive in!!! It'll be fun!!

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[itsohh]

Action Over Words

A/N: G/N reader, hhhh hii. I'm offically on stress leave from my job and when that finishes I'm either getting put into an admin role or I'm resigning so there's that going on. :))) anyway (I’m fine btw) I changed up the position a little bit cause this totally gave me an exact image that has been stuck I’m my head for weeks since I got this request.

Word count:   3505

Warnings: NSFT, smut, semi public, caught, voyerisum

AO3 Masterlist

Things weren’t very eventful around the base. Everyone continued their work as usual but you, however, were currently enjoying your free time. Legs up on Eliza’s lap, she didn’t care as you continued to play away on your phone. A grunt came from under you, not from your friend but from your lover who was on the other half of your seat. “Too heavy?” You asked without looking up from your phone.

“You are fine.” Shuhrat's voice was low while he read his book, hands rested over your body.

“‘Liza?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her phone for a second. “Oh yeah, I don’t mind.” She waved you off with the back of her hand while the light hum of the television prevented any true silence. That hum was of course interrupted by the laughter of a small crowd of your fellow operatives. Pushing past a couple of men, Timur found his way to the four of you. His hair was rather damp and it was obvious that he had just come from the showers. A fact that was reflected by James and Seamus who were finishing their conversation in the doorway. It was apparent that Seamus had plans to go a different path and this is where they would split.

Annoyance was written on Shuhrat's face, already disturbed by the sound but he said nothing to change the matter. It was, after all, a room for everyone. “Hey Timur, training go well?” You leaned back, draped over the couch’s armrest.

“Could have been better.” He found his way to the free armchair and flopped down into it, tired. “Chul Kyung had his BOSG out today.”

“He get you?”

“Traded.”

“Rough, but hey, you learn more from your mistakes than your victories.” Your head tilted slightly towards him.

“That’s an interesting perspective.” Eliza pipped up from under you, eyes still on her phone in some important business.

“You disagree?” Timur leaned a little forward, his brow slightly raised at his question

“No.” Eliza hummed, flashing a look for a second. She opened her mouth to speak again but was promptly interrupted by James who had popped up next to you at the back of the couch. His wet hair dripped slightly on the couch and your eyes flashed over to him

“Ah, how's the quiet club going?” He laughed rather loudly.

“There's a reason why you're not part of the club.” You rolled your eyes.

“Ah sorry love, surprised your here though. Bright personality such as yourself.”

“I enjoy the company.”

“At what, you all just staring at your phone with a tv on that no one's watching?” You weighed your head at his doubtful face.

“Ah, yeah.” You grinned and he gave you a small huff.

“Well if you ever get bored the pair of us could go out, have some fun.”

“And pray tell, what's your definition of fun James?” His face lit up at the question and his tongue danced over his teeth.

“There's a theme park not too far from there, one way to get the blood going. I, of course, can think of more if you like.” He wiggled his brow a little which caused a small laugh to bubble under your breath.

“That sounds super exciting James.” He grinned and put his hands up for a moment. “But I think I get enough excitement from work. I think I’m happy just vibing in the quiet.” His face faltered at this and his shoulders dropped. “Perhaps you could take Max. He's into that sort.”

“Max would enjoy that.” Shuhrat who had been silently watching the interaction with Eliza and Timur finally spoke up. His voice was rather deeper than usual, dead serious. Determined to keep the peace, it was the only thing he could say. James’s eye line went past you to Shuhrat who shot daggers at the brit.

“Yeah, I’ll look into  that.” James lied.

-

In the comfort of the library, you had snuggled up in an armchair, book in hand. You had been there for a couple of hours undisturbed and at peace. “Good book?” A voice caused you to jump and you looked up to see James leaning on one of the bookcases.

“It's alright.” You put your thumb inside of it and folded the book closed on your lap. “Not sure if I will finish it but whatever.” His eyes flickered up from the book up to your face. “Something tells me you didn’t come here to talk about this mediocre novel.” He pushed off the bookcase and made his way over.

“I’ll cut to the chase, we both know there's something in between us?”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Chemestry babe. How about you ditch Mr reckless and I can show you a time that you really deserve.”

“Mr reckless? That's rich coming from you James. What's in the canister hmm?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You rolled your eyes at this and leaned back in the armchair.

“I’m quite happy with Shuhrat. He's nice.”

“Come on” He threw his hands up. “Nice? Your settling for nice? How many years have you two been at it going nowhere? Nice doesn’t get anyone going. No one watches softcore and I think your the same.”

“You know when I picked this book up, I thought it had an interesting cover. Turns out it's pretty meh.” He cocked his brow as your focus was on examining the book. “Don’t judge a book by its cover I suppose.” Your eyes flashed to his and as you opened your mouth your eyes noticed something behind him. Rather someone. An unreliable expression was on Shuhrats face as his knuckles were completely white around the book in his hand.

His eyes met yours and it finally allowed him to snap out of the haze he had focused on James. You had no idea how long he had been standing there. Silent step by silent step, he made his way over to James. “Excuse me.” James practically shot into the air at Shuhrat's voices and he whipped around with wide eyes.

“Hey, Shuhrat how-”

“You're in front of the bookcase. I want to put my book back.” It wasn’t often that Shuhrat interrupted people.

“Oh, sure here.” James slid to the side to give your partner enough room. A thick tension had stolen the air but Shuhrat wouldn't do anything. He wasn't that type of person. Overall when it came to the bottom line, Shuhrat trusted you. All eyes were on him as his fingers brushed over the bookcase until he found what he was looking for. The well-read book came out with ease but he didn't take it out for himself. Step by step he slowly made his way over to you until he stopped, your eyes peering up at him.

"For you. I think you will enjoy it."

"Aww, thanks hun." Your face lit up as you took it from him. Shuhrat wouldn't start a fight with James. But he could keep any focus you had away from James and on him.

"It's one of the books Elias translated."

"Elias translates books?" Your brows rose.

"In his spare time. There's a few in the library, if you look inside the first page you should see his name." Lo and behold, at his instructions, you opened the book, your own book discarded, and there you spotted your friend's name in full.

"Huh. Wow, I had no idea, does anyone else have any cool hobbies like that that I don't know about."

"Marius restored the spit-fighters at Hereford."

"What really?" At your question, Shuhrat found the armchair next to you and sat down.

"Quite an impressive job he did as well…"

-

A creature of habit. That's what you were. It was a fact that both Shuhrat and James had picked up on. For the last three days, you had found comfort in the library. In the afternoon just after dinner, it was always empty and so you could find a resemblance of peace. One that James had started to join you on. Shuhrat had picked up on this. Snuggled up on the loveseat you noticed movement in the corner of your eye. “Hey, James.” You didn’t bother to look up from your book.

“Not James.” Your head snapped up at Shuhrat's voice and your lips parted in surprise.

“Oh! Sorry, I uh.” You looked away in embarrassment and cleared your throat. Recovering you gestured to the spot next to you with the side of your head. “Here to join me?”

“Yes.” Despite not having a book on his person, he sat down in the empty spot. Unlike him, his arm found its home around your shoulder. Not one to complain, you shifted your body so that your head rest more on his chest and shoulder, leg against his. Shuhrat normally wasn’t one to be so public with affection but your history in the location told you that it was extremely unlikely that one would come across the pair of you. The light pressure of Shurhat’s lips on your head had you let out a small hum before you tilted your face at him.

“Mmm, what got you such in an affectionate mood?” He looked away for a second at the question, his jaw slightly locked. A deep breath left his mouth before his head snapped back towards yours. The motion didn’t stop as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a rough colliding of lips. Eyes wide, you didn’t expect this from him but slowly melted into his touch. Only for a second did his lips separate from yours. “Mine.” Again he smashed his lips against yours for a messy fight of saliva. Shuhrat leaned over slightly, his hand meeting the thigh of yours that was furthest away from him.

A gasp left your lips as he grabbed onto it and with one swift movement he pulled you onto his lap in a straddle. The book fell from your hands as your hands instinctively shot out to his shoulders for support. “Shuhrat.” You managed to get out before his lips were against yours again. “What's got into you?” It wasn’t a complaint, not by a mile, but he was still acting different from usual.

“Sick of James.” A soft expression settled on your face and you leaned back away from Shuhrat. Your fingers found the sides of his face as you cupped his jaw in your hands.

“You know that I don’t care for him in that way right? That I wouldn’t ever even think of leaving you for him. You know that right?” Concern was written on your face as Shuhrats brows pulled back.

“Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t tick me off.” Shuhrats arms came around your waist and pulled you forward on his lap so that your chest was pressed against his. “He seems to be the only one that doesn’t realise the situation at hand.” His grip on you tightened but not enough to hurt in any manner.

In an attempt to lighten his pissed-off mood, your hands slid from his face to hang behind his neck. “Oh? And what is the situation at hand Shuhrat?” Your purred out his name and licked your lips, still lightly tasting the remnants of his lips.

“That I take care of you.” He growled out, his lips back against yours in a matter of seconds. In a fury of messy kisses the pair of you were left breathless. Your fingers wove their way into his brown hair, tugging on the back of it for more. Shuhrats hands settled down on the side of your hip, slowly urging you to roll them against him. Testing the waters you started to grind against him, something so public unheard of by him.

Only ever in the privacy of his locked room and on the odd occasion in your own room, did he touch you so. With a tug of his hair, you pulled his face away to catch your breath. Yet his lips didn’t stop, nipping their way down your throat until he made a decent bike on the crook of your neck. Pain shot through you with a zap but quickly softened as his tongue danced over the ‘wound’ soothing it in the process. “I swear to god Shuhrat if you leave any marks I will cover them up with makeup if I had to.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s unprofessional.”

“So is riding me in the library.” Your body stopped its rocking motion in his lap…you weren't… “...Shuhrat…”

“If you don’t want to we don’t-”

“Your serious.” You breathed out and he leaned back in the loveseat.

“Dead.” He held your gaze while your blood raced, the pair of you had never done something so risky.

“Do you even have any….” Your voice trailed off as he fished out a small plastic bottle from his jumper.

“You planned this.”

“I try to plan most things I do.” Silence filled the air as the pair of you stared at each other, blinking. You opened your mouth to speak but shut it again a second later. Shuhrat watched you do this a couple of times before you stopped and then gave him a sultry side-eye. He held your gaze and a second later the pair of you burst into action. In a fury of rushed movements, Shuhrat helped you remove the hoodie of yours from your body before he slid open your buttoned shirt with ease.

Shuhrats lips latched onto your nipple, his hands palming your ass before he got a good handful. His name was a gasp on your lips as he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist automatically. A wet pop came from Shuhrat as his lips disconnected from your nipple, panting slightly as he carried you to the nearby desk. The cool touch of the wooden table seeped through your thin shirt as Shuhrat let go of you. Your eyes fell down to his belt that jingled slightly as he undid it with one hand, snaps of rough movements until he freed his cock. Hard from your grinding, he couldn’t deny there was a thrill at the thought of being caught. Especially by him.

With a quick fumbling of your jeans, you managed to partially shove them down before Shuhrat helped with the rest and completely removed them from you. Nocking your jandals off in the process, your jeans fell to the ground and Shuhrat popped open the lid of lube. Not caring about where the lube got, he coated both hands before he hooked your legs up to his shoulders.

Two fingers breached you rather quickly, far more quickly than he had in the past. Always one to be rather slow, it wasn’t often that he made haste. An admittedly pathetic whine echoed from your lips as he stretched you open, your head falling back on the desk while your fingers scratched the desk. Shuhrats fingers curled and stretched your entrance in preparation for him. A light slap on your ass had you jump slightly, mouth gaping open. It was the only warning you gained before he aligned himself and pushed in with the quietest of groans.

A few curses left his mouth under his breath and you weren't sure what he said, you just knew it wasn’t in English. His cock filled up you in all your entirety as he started to slam into you. His hair was slightly damp and moved with his body. Shuhrats fingers dug into your skin with one thing on his mind. Claiming you. Reduced to light babbles, your words were a mix of praises and begs, urging him to continue his rough and fast pace.

The slapping of his skin hitting yours stopped for a second and your voice was a protest when he suddenly pulled himself from you. Your cries were ignored as he pushed your legs from his shoulders only to flip you over. With your face pressed against the table, you had a perfect few of the narrow passageway that lead to the library entrance. A sigh of relief fell from your lips when Shuhrat entered you once again. The new position gave him an easy grip on the desk. Leaning over you, his chest met your back. “Mine.” He hissed in your ear, slamming into you without mercy.

“Fuck! Shuhrat.” He slapped a hand over your mouth, his arm curled around so your head lay on it instead of the desk.

“Quiet. Don’t want to let the entire base know how good I’m fucking you.” His voice was a purr in your ear causing you to whimper into his hand. “Unless that's what you want? Perhaps people will learn who you belong to.”

Lost in his overwhelming presence and pleasure you didn’t notice at first when the door opened despite looking straight at it. Frozen in place James started at you slack-jawed while Shurhat nailed you to the table. To get your partner's attention, you bit down against his hand in instinct he moved it down slightly. “Door.” You managed to get out, despite it ending up as a moan. Shuhrats eyes went in the same direction as yours. Just in time to see the book in James’s hand fall to the ground. One you had recommended to him. If it had been anyone else, anyone else, Shuhrat would have felt embarrassed. He would have stopped. Apologised in shame even.

But it wasn’t just anyone. It was James.

So, he fucked you harder.

Without his hand, there was nothing but your own will to stop your little whines while James stared, watching. “Shuhrat, please. Fuck, I’m so close.” You whimpered out, despite of your audience.

“Whos making you feel like this?” The question lay unanswered for a moment but at the threat of him slowing down you quickly answered.

“Y-you are.”

“Mmmm, you can do better. Whos making you feel like this?”

“You Shuhrat, you are, oh my god.”

“Can anyone else make you feel this good? Know your body as I do?”

“No, no one can. Shuhrat please can I-”

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” His hard thrusts were in time to his hips, eyes on your face. Jaw locked as he held you right on the very edge.

“You! Shuhrat you!”

“Good, now cum for me.” At his permission, you finally let go. Your eyes were on James’s as you melt into the table. Body like jelly, your lips parted and you practically drooled onto the table. Mind empty, pleasure consumed your core to the point where your head spun. A small moan left your lips as he pulled himself from you. Despite not meeting his peak, he was done here.

Motionless, you didn’t even try to move when Shuhrat pulled from you, your legs coated in your cum. He was quick to pull his pants up. Over your shoulder you watched him. Only when you saw the knife be produced from his pants did you snap out of your sex haze. He flipped it around once before gaining a good grip on it. With your trained eyes, you watched as he sent it flying through the air. It made a solid thunk in the wall next to James’s head. The threat of death, shocked him out of his frozen state and with wide eyes, his eyes flickered from yours to Shuhrats for a second. Then he was gone. In a quick dash, he made his exit, knowing his stay was long past its welcome.

“Voyer.” Shuhrat spat under his breath, he had noticed the hard-on that James had been sporting. “Perhaps he has learnt not to touch someone that isn’t his.” Your lover helped you up and into your jeans, your face cringing as you covered the liquids on your legs. Despite his voice being focused on James’s ‘interruption’, his focus was on you as he helped you back into your hoodie. “Let's get you cleaned up in my room.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as your eyes flickered to the knife embedded in the wall. In a way, the thought made your cheeks heat up a bit.

“Perhaps we could continue in your shower.” You quietly said when he lead you by your hand. He cocked his brows up before the side of his lips curled him. The hand in your hand tightened while he pulled you along. The knife was ripped out of the wall and tucked back into the sheath in his pants.

“Let's make that perhaps a definite.”