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laroserie · 5 months

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— character : Tim Drake

— content : x gender neutral reader - reader is referred to as 'you', tim confessing multiple times and failing, reader is ... dense.

— authors note : as i said - i want to write for each weeks of december ! and today is the 7th so my deadline. this is short but sweet :)

— The first time Tim Drake, told you he loved you was the 7th of december a few years back. It was a regular day, nothings out of the norm expect for the fact that it snowed, when the weather forecast said it couldn't.

You took a moment to react, looking at your friend dumbfounded. You were both sitting at a table, at a coffee shop, you were sipping yours and had to put it down. Not sure how to react you simply laughed.

''Well, I like you too Tim? You are a great friend, but you caught me off guard with ... that.'' You told him after you finished laughing.

He sighed and shake his head, he seemed that he wanted say something else but Tim changed subject, talking about a new novel he was reading.

The second time Tim Drake told you he loved you was the next year, the 7th of december once again, this time you were watching a movie. It was just a cheesy regular christmas movie that you put on because you didn't know what else to watch - both of you were not paying attention to it. You were sitting next to Tim, your head was lying on my shoulder and your hands were intertwined. He wasn't sure how he kept his calm to be honest, his mind was racing and once again he just blurred out a 'i love you'. Not hearing any response from you after a few minutes had passed, he looked at you, to see you asleep. He sigh - once again his confession failed.

This time, he didn't care too much, 'I always have next year to tell them' he thoughts. He watched your sleep so peacefully and couldn't help but smile. Then his gaze lower to your hands holding each others and lightly squeezed yours. He didn't mean to but that woke you up, he let out a small laugh seeing you suddenly jerk up, asking for how long you were out.

The third time Tim Drake told you he loved you, was once again the 7th of december. He had decided to make it his habit, he could confess to you every 7th of december until you gave him an answer. This time you were both walking in a mall, looking at the decorations. It was his idea, he wanted this to be a somewhat romantic hangout and take it as an opportunity to confess but he gave up momentarily seeing how into the decors you were. At some point, you both arrived near the center of the mall, here the malls Santa was. You turned to him and looked at him without saying anythings - Tim understood nearly immediately what you wanted to do. He looked at you back for a while, before sighing and nodding his head. And there you went, getting in line to take a picture on this Santa laps, with Tim by your side, as you obviously dragged your best friend along. When it was finally your turn, he stayed on the side, like a parent do for a kid, while you went and sat on the Santa lap and took a picture. You jumped off the Santa lap and walked to Tim with a grin on your face - he couldn't help but smile lightly and whisper 'i really do love you'. You didn't hear that - but once again. Tim didn't care that much, - he knew he always had next year to tell you that.

The fourth time Tim Drake told you he loved, was the 7th of december, it was been now four year that this little tradition of his was going on. You didn't know about this one, you thought your tradition was to hang out every 7th of the month, which was the truth but not the entirety of it.

This time you both were baking gingerbread over at your house - well you had already finished baking it, it was currently cooking in the oven and you were cooking the mess that had became the kitchen. Tim did understand now why Alfred banned him and most of the residents in the manor from attempting to cook.

While he was washing the dishes, you were cleaning the counter. He quickly finished the dishes and went to help you clean it. 'Accidentally' getting a bit too close to you and brushing your hands against each others.

Once you finished, Tim and you sat on the floor in front of the oven to wait for the gingerbread to be done. While you were staring focused on the oven, he turn to you and blurred out, - once again.

"I love you." He was expecting you to laugh, give him a little punch on the arm and tell him you loved him too - because he was your friend. But you didn't. Still staring at the oven, you swallowed and responded "I love you too Tim.", he took a moment to register your words but he decided to hold back his emotions.

"You know I don't mean it in the 'I love you' like a friend way right ?" He asked. "Hmm I know. I didn't mean it in that way either." You answered, turning to face him.

"Oh. I'm glad to hear that … Can I ?" Tim asked, leaning closer to you. You nodded and he leaned even closer until his lips were on yours. The kiss was short but sweet, once he broke the kiss he whispered "You have no idea how long I wanted to do that …".

#Tim Drake Tag. 🦇#i tried to read tim fandomwiki page and ... it's too long im sorry #i did solely based on informations i got from reading fanfictions about him ! ! woo #the magician sugar overload #a magic piece ?#tim drake x reader #dc x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x y/n #tim drake imagine #tim drake blurb #tim drake headcanon #tim drake fanfiction #tim drake fanfic

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nelrunari · 4 years

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❖ AND THE DREAM CALLS: CARMEN DE LA PIN

❖ Character Section ❖

Character Name: Carmen de la Pin

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 24

Trigger Warnings: Eye trauma (powers only)

Appearance: [img link!]

A woman who stands around 5’5”, usually with an extra 3” boost from her heels. She has a pair of tall rabbit ears and a cotton-ball tail to match, both of which she is proud to announce are real! Her curly, rose-gold hair falls in a long ponytail to her behind and always covers her right eye. The reason why changes every time you ask her, and any attempts to look under are fooled by a heart-shaped eyepatch with “Nice Try!” embroidered on the front. “A magician never reveals her tricks” indeed!

Her performance and thieving outfit is a pink bunny suit covered by a scarlet waistcoat and bow tie, a white longcoat without any sleeves, and a matching white top hat and boots. She also wears dark patterned tights and a scarlet garter on her left leg, usually there to hold whatever tools she may need it to. The hat worn at an angle with one ear flopping out is a detail she particularly loves, and her scarlet gloves have been the source of more than one “caught red handed” joke from her.

Personality:

With a bubbly and sweet voice like hers, it would be hard to think of Carmen as anything but a cute hard worker. Becoming a magician in a world that’s already full of everything someone could ever want to see must take some doing, after all, and she tackles that challenge in hopes of inspiring other bright stars to break out from the world’s insincere lustre. She faces every obstacle in life with a nonchalant smile as though it was simply a performance, even down to doing it as acrobatically or dramatically as possible. She tends to get attached to people quickly, often using pet names like darling or chérie when she speaks to them, and has a soft spot for children.

Her cool-headed suaveness is often to hide another side of her, though. Rarely ever being seen upset, if ever at all, makes her the perfect thief that can adapt to any situation. She’s ready to do whatever she needs to get whatever she needs, but still adheres to her personal rules of avoiding murder or long-term injury as much as she can. If she stays with you for the night, however, don’t expect half your things (or her) to be there the next morning. More often than not, she steals for the thrill of the chase more so than the treasure itself, and won’t normally go after treasures with sentimental value. That doesn’t stop her lifting something small and showing off with a little “ta-da!” motion every now and then as though it was part of her magic act, though. Her life as a thief is one of many secrets she holds, and much like an actual rabbit, will only ever expose herself when she can be certain the person involved can be trusted. The only time she’s ever been seen dropping her cool persona is beginning to panic if her ears are pulled too hard.

This magic rabbit can keep any audience under her hat as the main attraction, and can just as easily sneak by without a single person spotting her - talk about stealing your heart!

Background:

Nobody can ever remember when it all started; what the world was like so long ago, when man stayed anchored to the world below him. Some say it paid back his kindness with its own life, and some say he stole it clean. Whatever the truth may be, it led man high above the rotting earth with machines powered by the captured mana that once ran through the soil, leaves, and oceans stored in crystals known as Broach.

Initially meant to serve as a transport from shore to shore, they quickly became something more than themselves. They became cities, entire havens came together to form their own country in the clouds. The further humanity strayed from the warm arms of nature, the weaker their hold on it became.

That was, at least, until the Angora came. Not many know where from, and those that do have long since been ‘inducted’ into a certain community far away from the surface. As a strange mutation of humanity with the features of animals and an extraordinary connection to the remaining mana, they quickly became a fundamental part of officially turning the machines into a home and helping to revive its life. On top of that, their connection allowed wholly new powers to bloom in those fortunate enough. Streets began to shine, children began to laugh, and for the first time, almost felt like they could truly be homes.

While the world was once again lively, not everyone was satisfied with the gaudy gold and retina-burning lights. One such girl, a rabbit with hair as pink as her cheeks and a voice as sweet as her perfume, appeared as though from nowhere on the stage of the Chandelier’s most renowned casino. With a magical affinity unlike any other, she stole the hearts of everyone in the room in one fell swoop, and with them paved the way to lighting up the streets that remained in the dark. After all, what would one more lie be to the long web? A sweet word here, a little helping hand there… and all that was left at the scene of the Chandelier’s first heist was one card; the Queen of Hearts.

Over, over, and over again, this cycle of romancing her way in and exploding her way out with only a card as her trail. Even as suspicions began to arise, spotting that familiar white coat in the escape, it wasn’t as though she stayed in one place for long enough for anyone to interrogate her. This was, of course, much to the chagrin of a certain fox detective that always, always managed to just catch the heels of her dramatic exits.

Still, that’s simply the life of a charming, beautiful, amazing phantom thief, isn’t it? Hopping from place to place, putting on a show, and always giving a smile even in the worst times. For Carmen, it’s the cheers from those in the shadows, those slowly becoming unblinded by such insincere lights, that keep her going. She’ll always have someone to turn to, even if it has to be herself.

After all, the show must go on!

Memento:

Presto - A telescopic cane that can extend and retract from the curved handle, often stored in her hat when not in use. A mechanism inside stores the kinetic energy of her movements with it, charging up a blast to let loose from the tip! She likes to extend it with a cheerful call of “Hey, Presto!”, but it’s not at all required.

Natural Abilities:

Angora Traits - Her long rabbit ears provide a huge boost in hearing range and overall cuteness, but she can be overloaded with enough noise. She can see better than a human in low light, but not in total darkness. She also has naturally high agility, jumping power, and flexibility, very useful for both escapes and performances.

N.Y.S.M. Unit - A ‘natural’ ability in name only. Using special equipment implanted in her hidden eye especially for her mischief, she is normally able to perform basic illusionary magic (small water spouts, hiding small items for sleight-of-hand tricks, harmless plumes of flame, etc.) to add some sparkle to her tricks. Carmen, a master of disguises and trickery, uses it to affect herself and one other person/large object at most. In heists, disguising herself, changing her voice, and hiding her ears with this has gotten her out of more than one sticky situation.

Power History:

Back in the Room! - Carmen’s unique power and one of her favourite tricks, allowing her to lull someone into a daze and give them orders. In order to drastically change someone (i.e. changing morals or memories), she requires their permission to hypnotise them and get deep into their mind. However, gentler suggestions can be done with or without permission, much to the dismay of the friend who took the last slice of cake just before her. In either case, a character’s writer will be asked before using this ability!

Extra:

Her surname, de la Pin, is a double pun - “lapin” being the French word for rabbit, and “Lupin” being the surname of another renowned French thief. Her forename, Carmen, also has French origins from the novella of the same name known for its femme fatale heroine.

She has a habit of sorting and flourishing cards to keep her hands busy.

Her favourite drink is tea with milk and however many sugars the one serving it thinks she needs. It’s a good way to tell how people think about her!

Carmen is able to play both the piano and the saxophone, and isn’t half bad as a singer! She likes to leave it as a surprise for people to find when they least expect it.

The ‘N.Y.S.M.’ Unit is short for Now You See Me. Yes, she chose it.

❖ Nelrunari Section ❖

Ward: Chimestone

Player Tag: Here

❖ OOC Section ❖

Name/Alias: Locky

Contact: @unlockii (Twitter)

Age: 21

Pronouns: He/Him

#nelru apps #pc ( locky )#char ( carmen de la pin )

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theliterateape · 5 years

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Harmless Experiment — A Terrible Serial Killer

by Erik Lewin

My mother had a great sense of humor. She appreciated funny movies, and she knew I loved them too. We’d go to the local theater sometimes. We didn’t have a lot of dough, my dad was an entrepreneur surviving week-to-week, but he still managed to buy my mom a sandy beige sports car. I think he knew what a pain in the ass he was to live with—that’s another story—so this was his tiny way of making amends.

My mom was a beauty. This was not my biased estimation, it was objective fact. She came from Israel as a little girl and her complexion was imbued with that light, dark sweetness. Her brown hair was long and very soft. She had high cheekbones too, so between all these traits, nobody could ever figure out where she was from. A true exotic. Most strikingly, her eyes were never accusing or threatening. They were innocent. Very smart too, and aware, which made their innocent quality all the more impressive. She chose to see the good in all things.

I have always had a thing for Chevy Chase movies. The weekend Spies Like Us opened, the one where he plays alongside Dan Aykroyd, was an absolute must see. The commercials looked hilarious and captivated my attention. I’d lay on the Berber carpet in our living room, propped up on two giant Persian pillows, and slide my little fingers over the channel switches on the black box remote. I kept clicking the different channels all day to catch another glimpse of the commercial with the Spies Like Us trailer. Naturally I was begging my mom to go to the theater, and it was an easy sell because she was into it too.

We jumped into the hot new car. My mom lit a cigarette, turned on the radio station WPLJ that played rock tunes–Bon Jovi’s Livin On a Prayer was released recently and came on–and we sang along to its rousing chorus. I rubbed my feet on the plush mat and didn’t even mind the cigarette smoke too much. When we got to the theater we discovered we weren’t the only ones excited about the movie–it sold out right after we got our tickets. They overbooked it, all the seats were taken, but we just sat on the floor in the back. We left in absolute stitches, joking about how we were about to pee ourselves during so many hilarious scenes in the movie.

Then I broke this piece of news to her: that I would need to purchase ten lab mice for a science fair experiment I was assigned to do with my friend, Sam. She groaned for a couple reasons–Sam and I couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble together–and mice? I assured her that Sam would actually give the mice, who were our test subjects and needed to be watched carefully–room and board at his parents’ house. I simply had to give him cash for the purchase, and after a little hesitation, mom forked it over for the mice, food and a cage.

Sam was one of my closest little buddies. We were kind of allies as inmates in a religious day school. We cracked jokes during daily services and passed notes during all our classes. The last time I slept over his place, we tossed huge water balloons at oncoming cars. We scored a direct hit on one Buick, the water splashing across the windshield, damn near causing the driver to crash right into a tree. He chased us back to Sam’s house. His mother caught us making this fast escape, and we giggled while the man barked that his life was almost cut short by a couple dumb kids.

We were also pretty poor students. In my case, I was severely challenged in math and science. It didn’t interest me, other than whether Lysol spray could actually make a fart catch fire. We had this total hot, bitchy lady for a science teacher. She was short with her students, always admonishing us to hand in our outstanding assignments.

The big thing was the science fair. It was a major part of the year’s grade, but more than that, it required an idea, a scientific experiment of some sort to actually do and then present to the school. You were allowed a partner. Sam and I teamed up and one day we hung around his place with his stepfather, Rick, who was in construction. We came up with this idea we thought would be so cool – Rick could help us build a maze out of wood and we could run mice through it. As stupid as that sounds, we took it to another level when we added the necessary ‘scientific experiment’ twist–we would split lab mice into two groups. One group would subsist on their usual diet, while we’d ply the other with drugs, then set both loose to see which performed better. In other words, how would a massive, continual injection of sugar affect the animals’ ability to negotiate the maze. The other test group would be cared for in the ‘normal’ fashion, as in, not torturing and slowly killing them. It was a fantastically idiotic idea that we set to work on with great relish. Rick helped us with the materials and the building of the maze, and we agreed that Sam would house them.

This plan worked… for a while. I’d go to Sam’s to work on our plan that violated every letter of the animal cruelty law. We named each mouse after a part of the name of our hero, New York Yankee Don Mattingly, whose name is forever tarnished. We gassed up half the mice with a dropper full of liquid sugar and got them crazy wired. We had to constantly adjust the dosage because at first, they were too overloaded and were climbing the walls of the maze, not trying to run through it. Meanwhile, the well-nourished group was struggling to escape, but were coming quite close. Turns out a diet of food and water is quite conducive to optimum performance.

All of this was working, actually–we recorded our observations in a notebook by each individual mouse and monitored their progress. It looked like we’d be okay. Then I got a phone call from Sam that his family had to go out of town for the weekend, unexpectedly, and asked if I could take the mice and keep them at my place.

I knew my mom wouldn’t be too thrilled but hey, it was for school, and they’d just be in the cage. I took the mice off Sam’s hands and left them in my room so my parents wouldn’t be reminded they now ran a rodent rescue. After I came back from school, it was time to avoid doing any homework, and go shoot some hoops in the playground. Sam called to check in and I assured him the mice were all fine, feeding away and rustling around in the cage. They were my test subjects and while I wouldn’t exactly call them cute, I was impressed with myself for having a real experiment in progress. I’d even begun to grow fond of the little guys.

When I came back from the playground, sweaty and hungry, I ducked into my room and undressed for the shower. It was eerily quiet. No rustling. The cage was empty! Nerves prickled my neck and arms. Holy shit… holy shit, I kept repeating in my puberty addled brain, investigating the cage for any magician’s trap door they may have slipped into, just having a little fun with Erik, when the cat’s away the mice will play, right?

They weren’t under the bed. They weren’t making a sound. Where the hell had seven lab mice gone? Then I heard bumping noises behind my dresser, which was long and wide and pushed up against the wall. I stuck my head in the crack and saw a couple of those suckers running back and forth along its length. We had trained them well. Then I heard the radiator clang. I got down on all fours and craned my neck under the bottom of the it, and sure enough, there was a hole in the wall! How many of our prize mice had made a daring POW escape to my neighbo’s apartment? It then occurred to me that the door to my room was open the whole time I’d been at the playground. The rest of them must be loose everywhere—

There were no options. I had to bring my mother into this. Better she know now, than to open a cupboard in the kitchen and have a mouse fly out of it.

“Uh, mom, you’re not gonna like this.”

“You playing ball before homework? Not really. Get in the shower and get ready for dinner. No games, phone or TV. Do your homework.” She was busy in the dinette, with bills and papers spread out in piles under the warm yellow light. She dragged from a smoke and waved me away.

“But mom, you don’t understand.”

“I understand fully well, young man, you weren’t suppo—”

A tiny face with whiskers stuck its head out from under her papers.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” She leapt from the chair.

The little guy squeaked and ran around the table.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” I laughed. “They’re out! They got outta the cage in a wild bid for freedom!”

“We have to catch them before your father comes home,” she said, the anger leaving her eyes in favor of its usual softness. She smiled. “Were there other sightings?”

“My bedroom–the scene of the crime–I’ll show you.”

After my mom surveyed the challenge facing us behind the dresser, and the hole in the radiator, she said: “We can’t have these guys getting a free ride, staying here like this and not paying any rent.” We giggled. “As far as the hole in the radiator, I think Mrs. Silvestry will finally have some of the company she’s always wanted.”

“You’re not worried about the mice spreading around the building?” I asked.

“What mice?” My mom said, crossing her arms. “Get dressed, we need to go to the pet store.”

I threw my dirty clothes back on and we jumped in the car. We were at a pet shop next to my mom’s bank in five minutes flat. She instructed me to go in and procure traps–it was my mess and I needed to figure out how to clean it up.

“What if we can’t round them all up? Should I get new mice?”

“Not if you still want to live here.”

“Ok, I’m going.” What the hell was Sam gonna say when I told him about the great escape?

“Welcome to Pet land,” I heard when I walked in. I’d never had so much as a hamster, so this animal kingdom was totally foreign to me. Huge fish tanks, colorful birds squawking, reptiles, and the strange intermingled smells of different creatures surrounded me. I went to the front counter where the man had greeted me. He was in his late teens, mullet haircut, flannel cutoff at the arms, thin scruff under his chin. He had a look in his eyes like he could tell you exactly what it said when you played Ozzy Osbourne records backwards.

“I need help. I’ve got a bunch of lab mice loose in my house.”

“Alright, gotcha. So you need traps. Aisle three.”

“Maybe you could… uh, do the traps keep them alive and unharmed? How does it work, I’ve never hunted an animal before.”

He spit out hubba bubba gum into his hand and tossed it in the trash.

“You running a shelter? You set the traps and that’s that, they’re in there. Can’t get out. Our bestseller is the glue trap, they won’t get outta that, trust me. I’ll show you, this way.”

I was mortified. Back in the car I showed my mom the pile of glue traps we now had at our disposal. She nodded approvingly. We went back into my room and the kitchen and living room and set up all the traps like we were on some kind of commando mission. Apparently there was a substance on the surface of the glue that attracted the poor buggers to the trap. The good news was the traps worked. That was also the bad news because the actual glue doesn’t poison the mouse, but simply holds it in place while it thrashes about in a futile effort to free itself.

“Your father will be home soon. You have to take care of it.”

“How?”

“Consider this part of the experiment.”

And so I went about the grim business of being the hatchet man for these mice. My sugar riddled mice, whom I’d actually grown fond of, were now in the hands of a monster. Because when each guy was on the glue trap, looking at me with its furtive, desperate eyes, I slid him down an incinerator shoot.

“Mom, the good news is I’d make an awful serial killer,” I said, tears wetting my cheeks.

“My poor baby,” she said, hugging me. “And you’ll never be a scientist. But, with these kinds of misadventures, you’ll tell some good stories, just like in our funny movies.”

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laroserie · 5 months

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— character : Atsushi Nakajima - Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

— content : x gender neutral reader - polyamorous relationship between Atsushi, Akutagawa and Reader, reader is referred to as 'you'

— authors note : second writing for the second week of december - again publishing this on the deadline but it's fine ! hope you enjoy :)

— It was not surprising to learn that neither Akutagawa nor Atsushi ever did any of the typical holiday activities. It was expected, after all one was quite literally an orphan and the other … was Akutagawa. But as Christmas was coming, you thought 'why not have them experience it, this year ?'.

And it wasn't a bad idea, it was sweet and cute, maybe a bit cringe but who cared ? Well - Akutagawa did, you first tried to have them wear ugly Christmas sweaters that you had sew a few years back, Atsushi gladly accepted, he didn't care much that it was 'ugly', truthfully he found it somewhat cute.

But Akutagawa wasn't thrilled, when you handed him the sweater smiling and looking at him with hope filling you eyes and Atsushi next to you smiling too, - while wearing the sweat. He sighed and just said a simple 'no.'. A simple, cut and dry reject. He was not going to wear a stupid, ugly sweater.

Atsushi and you could beg him for decades, he still could not budge - or at least that's what he thought. Atsushi puppy eyes and you incessant whining, and preaching of holiday tradition made him break and he took, more like snatched, the sweater from yours hands and slides it on. But it wasn't without a few 'I will never wear this again.' and 'I can't believe I'm doing that'. He indeed, did that again, and maybe wore his sweater the most out of the three of you.

After the first step of your plan, 'Having Atsushi and Akutagawa experience the wonders of cringy stereotypical holiday shenanigans' was done, you decided to start the second one, which ultimately was one of the easiest one, simply watching those silly holiday movies while snuggling up in a ton of blankets.

You already did that, multiples time whenever your boyfriends schedules could permit it. It was just like a regular movie night, - expect with holiday ones !

And it was indeed easy, the hardest part was probably to listen to Atsushi and Akutagawa commentary about what the characters were doing and why it was stupid or bad or didn't make sense. But it wasn't that much.

What was really difficult was the third part of your so called 'plan'. Making gingerbread, not even a gingerbread house even if it was your plan at first, you realized quickly that making a gingerbread house with your two beloved could be probably impossible.

The two of them were not exactly great in the kitchen. One was very messy and ended up making a mess of everything and the other thought he knew better than the recipe itself.

It was fun to see them struggle and fuck everything up but having to be the one fix it up was a different story. Trying to stop Akutagawa from adding one too many eggs and telling Atsushi to be careful with the flour was energy draining. You couldn't complain much as you were aware of their kitchen related issues and still wanted to go with your plan.

At the end you all had fun - to some extent cleaning up everything was awful - and it was all that counted. And the gingerbread wasn't even that bad ! A bit too sugary, because Akutagawa insisted that there wasn't enough sugar in the mix but it was honestly okay.

And that make you come to the fourth and last step of your plan, decorating a Christmas tree, you took out of the attic your old Christmas tree as well as a box full of decorations and placed it in a corner of the living room in your shared flat. It a fun regular holiday activity that you thought could be very simple to execute, well wrong.

The two man had an interesting sense of decoration - Atsushi insisted on putting multiples bauble onto one singular branch of the tree and Akutagawa thought that intertwining multiples garland together. You didn't intervene or tried to change the way they decorated the tree but you couldn't help but ask if they were sure about it - to which they both answered 'yes'.

One thing they both agreed on what to put the star ornament at the top of the tree - probably because they saw it on multiples tree outside. And they gave you the honour of doing it, considering you were only watching them from the side while they worked on decorating the rest of the tree.

Once you finished putting up the ornament, you took a step back and looked at the tree, it was a overcrowded in some place and felt very messy but it was endearing.

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laroserie · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖥻 luxiem with a sick darling

— characters : all of luxiem minus ike eveland ( vox akuma , luca kaneshiro , shu yamino , mysta rias )

— content : x gender neutral reader , romantic , fluff , the reader is called pet names , the reader is was a cold / something alike , vox threaten to strangle the reader with a scarf

— authors note : been sick lately. ( i apologize if anyone is ooc , didn't include ike because i have no clues of how he could act / do with a sick significant other, most likely take care of them at the best of his ability i.e get them meds and foods / water as well as blankies and that the most he could do and i don't know how to develop that )

— vox akuma , he could probably nag you then take care of you.

' you see ? that why i told you to wear a scarf ! i knew you could get sick ', he could go on for a while about how he warned you but you just couldn't listen to him and how next time you better wear the scarf or he was going to strangle you with it. He could most likely after his nagging session go right to taking care of you, after all how can he, your fantastic boyfriend let his miserable partner suffering all alone thought your sickness. He will make you drink soup, whether you like it or not ( he will try to make it to your liking as best as he can ). He could also insist on you staying in bed, not wanting you to move a single muscles, ' if you move and get any sicker how could i, your wonderful, incredible boyfriend will be able to resit wanting to touch you huh ? And if i do touch you i will also get sick and if i get sick, we will be both sick is that what you wa–...nt ? ' the chances are you felt asleep while he was going on and on about how you should just be a good little human and stay in bed. If that happen Vox will just sigh whisper to himself about how he must resist your cuteness and he will let you rest in the bedroom.

— luca kaneshiro, he could get sick with you.

Lucas will try to take care of you but his knowledge of 'how to care for my sick partner' is quite limited so he will think that the best way to get you up and running again is ... so cuddle you, kiss you and give you the most love he can. Which could be a good idea if that didn't end up in the mafia boss getting exactly sick like you the next day. You can try to protest and argue with him, that ' i'm really happy you still want to kiss me and hug me when i feel like slob but if you do, Lucas you will get sick too ', his only response will be 'babyy ... if i kiss you you will feel better right you always say my kisses help ... or may you lied ?? YOU LIED TO ME ? ' ... yeah you better accept his cuddles even if it end up in the both of you being sick or you having to take care of him the next day if you suddenly got better, but be prepared for a 'see honey? my kisses worked !! you aren't sick anymore ... maybe you should kiss me ! i won't be sick anymore that way ! ' ( don't )

— shu yamino, he could let you alone in it.

He doesn't want to abandon you to your sickness but the sorcerer doesn't want to get sick too. Don't get him wrong, he will get you medicines, foods, water, blankets and all that stuff, he just won't stay in the same room as you. He will send you text all thought the day to make up for it, it can range for a 100 words text about how he love you to a picture of a cute cat and a message with it saying ' look at the cat. ', he will send you messages about what he is doing. He may even try to make chicken broth for you ! ( he will take a picture of it and send it to you with a ' i'm a real malewife right babe ' text ). He will also most likely tidy up your house for you while your sick, he want you to not have to stress about cleaning up right after getting out of the sickness.

— mysta rias, he could try to take care of you and fail

Mysta will for sure try to take care of you but fail miserably. 'SWEETIE I GOT THE GOODS ( the meds )' '... Mysta thoses aren't the good ones ... but thanks you' or 'i made soup !' and it look burn, which is surprising you didn't know soup could burn but seem like you really do learn everyday. At some point between the burned soups and nearly ending you by putting too many blankets on you, the detective will realise that he is not made for taking care of you like that. But he won't give up ! His second plan is to try to make you think of anythings but being sick, if you have enough energy he will make you play somes lighthearted video games together, if not he will opt with watching a movie and for once he will let you choose which one you want to watch 'Are you really really reaaaaally sure you want to watch that ? ... You know what don't answer sure lets watch that you're sick you choose but next time i'm sick i better get movie choice right !' he will make you pinky promise that. Talking about getting sick, Mysta will most likely fell ill too soon after you, he doesn't restrict from holding you, kissing you on the cheek, holding your hands even if you are sick so be ready to take care of a sick fox soon enough.

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