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۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ FEB 8 — PROPOSE

featuring: dot, , abel, rayne, odler, mash, lance. finn, abyss x gn! reader

note: hope you like, this is very fluffy, and a big comfort for me <3

summary: how would mashle boys propose to their s/o

genre: fluff || event || patreon

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇

-Mash has decided that its time to take the next step in his relantionship with.

-While grand gestures and elaborate plans aren't mash style, but he wants to make this moment special nonetheless.

-One day, Mash takes you on a walk to their favorite spot in the forest, a serene clearing surrounded by towering trees

-As you stroll hand in hand, Mash's heart pounds with anticipation, but he tries to keep his composure.

-Finally reaching the clearing, Mash pauses and turns to you , his eyes filled with unwavering love and determination.

- He takes a deep breath and begins to speak from the heart, expressing his gratitude for their unwavering support and the happiness you've brought into his life.

-Then in his characteristic straightforward manner, Mash kneels down before you and reaches into his pocket,

-He pulls out a small, crudely crafted ring made from twigs and vines. It's not flashy or extravagant, but it's a symbol of his sincerity and devotion.

-With a voiced emotion reflected in his voice, Mash asks you to spend the rest of their life with him, promising to always stand by your side and protect you with all his strength.

✦𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

-Lance would orchestrate an extravagant evening at the most luxurious venue in town.

-He would spare no expense in creating an ambiance of opulence, with twinkling lights, fine dining, and a live band playing romantic melodies in the background.

-Lance would take your hand and begin to express his feelings, weaving words of love and admiration with his signature charm and wit.

-Then, in a moment of theatrical flair, Lance snaps his fingers, and fireworks burst into the sky outside, illuminating the night with a dazzling display of colors. The crowd gasps in awe, and you look on in astonishment.

-With all eyes on you, Lance drops to one knee, producing a velvet box from his pocket. Inside gleams a stunning diamond ring, reflecting the brilliance of the fireworks above.

-In a voice filled with sincerity, Lance pours his heart out, expressing his unwavering devotion and his desire to spend eternity with his beloved. He asks the all-important question, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.

✦𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍

-Finn most likely would propose in a place that holds special significance for both him and you.

-A serene meadow where they often go to unwind and connect with nature. He carefully chooses the time, waiting for the perfect sunset to cast a warm glow over the landscape.

-A vast expanse of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, with the colors of the setting sun painting the sky in hues of gold and pink. show in front of your eyes.

-With a gentle smile, Finn takes your hand and leads you to a spot in the meadow's center, where a picnic blanket is spread out under a towering oak tree

- He invites you to sit beside him, taking a moment to savor the tranquility of the moment.

-As you watch he sun dip below the horizon, Finn begins to speak from the heart, expressing his love and gratitude for you.

-Then, reaching into his pocket, Finn pulls out a small, intricately carved wooden box. Opening it, he reveals a simple yet elegant ring, crafted from a rare wood found only in the deepest parts of the forest.

-With trembling hands, Finn takes your hand and gazes into their eyes, his voice steady but filled with emotion. He asks you to be his partner for life, promising to cherish and support them through every challenge and triumph.

✦𝐃𝐎𝐓

-Dot decides to propose in a place that holds sentimental value for both them and you.

A quaint café where they shared their first date. He chooses a time when the café is relatively quiet, allowing for an intimate and personal moment.

-He leads you to a secluded corner of the café, where a table is adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Soft music plays in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

-With a nervous but determined smile, Dot takes your hand and begins to speak from the heart. They express their love and admiration, recounting the moments you've shared together and the ways in which you had enriched their life.

-Then, reaching into their bag, Dot retrieves a small, beautifully wrapped gift box. Inside lies a carefully crafted scrapbook filled with cherished memories—photographs, ticket stubs, and handwritten notes documenting your journey as a couple.

-As you flipped through the pages of the scrapbook, tears of joy well up in your eyes. Each memory serves as a testament to the depth of your love and the bond you share.

-With trembling hands, Dot takes your hand and gazes into their eyes. They pour their heart out, expressing their deepest desires and their unwavering commitment to your happiness.

-Finally, with a nervous laugh, Dot presents a velvet box containing a delicate ring—a symbol of their love and devotion. They ask you to spend the rest of their life with them, promising to stand by their side through thick and thin.

✦𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒

-Abyss chooses a secluded and mystical forest shrouded in mist and shadow. They choose a moonlit night when the stars are bright, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.

-When you reach a clearing deep within the forest—a place untouched by time, where magic seems to linger in the air. In the center of the clearing stands a stone altar, illuminated by flickering torches and adorned with mystical runes. Abyss takes your hand and leads them to the altar.

-Their eyes gleam with determination as they begin to speak in a voice that resonates with power and authority.

-Abyss expresses their love and admiration for you, weaving words of mystery and intrigue with a hint of vulnerability. They recount the moments you 've shared together, the challenges you've faced, and the bond that has grown between you.

-Then, reaching into the folds of their cloak, Abyss Razor retrieves a small, intricately carved box—an artifact of ancient origin. With reverence, they open the box to reveal a ring unlike any other—a band of blackened metal adorned with a single glowing gemstone, said to hold the power of the abyss itself.

-With a solemn expression, Abyss Razor looks into your eyes and speaks from the depths of their soul. They ask you to join them on a journey of darkness and light, of mystery and adventure, promising to stand by your side through every trial and tribulation.

✦𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

-Like Dot, Rayne decides to propose in a place that holds sentimental value for both them and you.

-a secluded beach where you often go to find solace and tranquility. They choose a time when the sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the sand and sea.

-As you arrive at the beach, you are greeted by the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze, and the soft hues of the setting sun painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

-With a gentle smile, Rayne takes your hand and leads you to a quiet spot near the water's edge.You sit together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, enveloped in the serenity of the moment.

-As the last rays of sunlight fade away, Rayne begins to speak from the heart, expressing their love and gratitude for you. They recount the moments you've shared together—the laughter, the tears, and the deep connection that binds you.

-Then, reaching into their pocket, Rayne retrieves a small, intricately crafted shell—a token of their affection. He, offers you the shell, explaining its significance as a symbol of their love and devotion.

✦𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

-He selected a a serene botanical garden filled with exotic plants and flowers. He choose a time when the garden is in full bloom, bursting with vibrant colors and intoxicating fragrances.

-With a warm smile, Odler takes your hand and leads them along the winding pathways, pausing to admire the beauty of each flower and plant you encounter. You share stories and laughter, lost in the magic of the garden.

-Finally,you both reach a secluded spot in the heart of the garden—a hidden alcove adorned with blooming roses and twinkling fairy lights.

-With a tender expression, Odler begins to speak from the heart, expressing their love and admiration for you. They recount the moments you've shared together—your conversations, your adventures, and the deep connection that binds it.

-Then, reaching into their pocket, Odler retrieves a small, leather-bound book—a collection of poems and love letters they've written for you. With trembling hands, they read aloud a passage that captures the essence of their love and devotion.

-In a voice filled with sincerity, Odler looks into your eyes and speaks the words they've been longing to say. They ask you to spend the rest of your life with them, promising to cherish and support them through every moment, both joyful and challenging.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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vivalabunbun · 1 year

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Overdue Books and Ghost Stories

Summary: If the scholars at the Akademiya are so smart, why can’t they remember a few due dates?

Word Count: 6.4K

Tags: Alhaithamx GN! Reader, Shy! Reader (you hate eye contact), Librarian! Reader, Fluff, SFW, attempts at humor, pure fluff, written before 3.6 so Alhaitham is still acting grand sage, slowish burn?, Akademiya setting, slight mutual pining, Sumeru boys drive the librarian insane, especially a certain gray-haired bookworm.

Authors note: I just wanted something light-hearted and fun to write as a reward for getting stuff done. Shy people who force themselves to be responsible and hate eye contact unite! Enjoy!

He’s being followed.

Alhaitham can feel the fleeting presence lingering just a few seconds behind him.

The warm late afternoon breeze caressing through his grey locks, his cape trailing behind, and belt clattering with each fluid step. Teal-orange eyes faced forward towards the hectic stall-lined streets, but his attention was focused on the ghost that trails him from behind.

Every merge into the crowded pathways lined with vendors, every sharp turn down hidden allies, every street he circles back on, the traces linger like a dream fleeting from the memories of deep sleep.

He can’t allow a ghost to accompany him home, lest it decides to haunt the house.

Alhaitham had wasted enough time walking in aimless circles, if he can’t throw off the ghost, he concludes he must exorcise it.

Long legs pivot into an alley confined by stone walls and empty of shouting merchants and haggling shoppers. One, two, three slow strides towards the pale dead end that faced him.

“I know you’re there. Might as well stop with the games.”

Ghosts don’t exist outside tales told to innocent children to keep them tucked tightly under the covers. However, the iniquitous villains that terrorize the plot do, and they’re known as humans.

Were they going to fight or flee?

The presence behind Alhaitham finally materialized into something more than a fleeting dream. He glanced over his shoulder, hand ready to summon his sword. Behind him stood an unassuming figure, with no sensible ill intentions, their hands up as a sign of surrender.

Eyes adverted elsewhere like a child caught trying to sneak one more piece of candied Ajilenakh Nut.

The viridescent robe that enveloped your figure paired with the matching barrette, there’s no mistaking your identity. Another scholar from the Akademiya, great.

With power comes prestige, two notions Alhaitham couldn’t care less for. He was more than satisfied as a simple Scribe filing away applications in the archives away from searching eyes.

Those days were a luxury stolen from him by the title of “Acting Grand Sage”.

Now it wasn’t an uncommon sight for some researcher to come floundering through the crowded halls of the institution towards the ashen-haired man. From time to time there would be the bold student, agglutinating to his side with their wasted attempts at a conversation.

With great power comes great inconveniences.

Inconveniences that unabashedly believed their polite smiles could divert his teal gaze away from the insincerity. That offering a cup of coffee along with a rehearsed elevator pitch could sow the seeds of a superficial bridge.

One where they’d walk across with forms awaiting a signature along dotted lines or a towards a potential high seat at the Akademiya.

Their desire for this absent bridge coerced them to shallow down their pride, spurring this fruitless endeavor despite the Acting Grand Sage’s indifference and unreturned interest in small talk.

First, he was pressured into taking a position he didn’t want, then he became the target of people’s irrelevant aspirations, and most damning of it all even his privacy’s being invaded. To put it frankly, Alhaitham’s tired of it all.

Surely, it couldn’t take this long for the great institution of wisdom to select another leader, when can he finally stop this sham act?

“I’m off the clock, come find me on the next working day.” He’d prefer it if you didn’t.

The frigidness of his words with their thinly veiled politeness didn’t cause a single muscle of yours to budge.

“The Epistulae Morales ad Lucilium has been overdue for 6 weeks now, please return it to the House of Daena immediately.” A hand extended out in front of you, open and expecting.

No introduction, no chivalrous greeting, no frivolous small talk. Alhaitham certainly wasn’t expecting this from the strange ghost that stalked him.

Oh, so that’s where your eyes were. Honing in solely on the book currently clutched by his hip. One of the many books he signed out of the House Daena on a whim, simple academic works to stimulate his mind during the respite between busybodies and paperwork.

One he then promptly cast to the side by the beckoning of a journal from the restricted access collection. Only after a pile of files was removed from his desk that his eyes rediscovered the title.

“I understand, I shall promptly return it by the end of the next work day.”

“No, a student has requested this title for a week now, after they’re done with it, you may sign it out again.” Voice firm and steady as you gestured for the book to be returned to your hand.

No. An unfamiliar word spoken in a tone now foreign to the towering man.

His keen eyes observed your homogeneous uniform of standard greens and gold, you must be a regular librarian employed by the Akademiya. The Akademiya currently under his jurisdiction.

How bold of you, or has this job already drained you of all sense of self-preservation?

Regardless, your statement wasn’t without merit. The Epistulae Morales ad Lucilium doesn’t belong to him, and who was he to inconvenience a standard employee this Wednesday afternoon?

It wouldn’t serve him any benefit to be in the ire of a librarian, Alhaitham concludes it would be wise to just surrender the book. So he relinquished it.

From your pocket, your other hand produced a slip of parchment.

“Here is the late fee, please address the payment to the House of Daena by next Wednesday.”

Instead of offering the Acting Grand Sage a cup of coffee, you offered him a fine in exchange for confiscating his book.

With a slight bow, the ghost was exorcised, ambling back into the busy streets of Sumeru City until your back disappears from his teal eyes.

Alhaitham was left with no introduction, no coffee, and no book to spend the evening with. Even still, his mind has found something else to ponder about to pass the time.

Alhaitham slowly rejoins the buzzing city streets, the chattering voices carried by the cool breeze that rustled his cape and made his ash locks brush his cheeks.

‘How refreshing,’ he thought.

When the current Acting Grand Sage of the Akademiya was announced most people never heard his name before. Have they ever shared a class together? Were they ever in a group research project together? How could someone so brilliant escape the eyes of eager upstarts?

They could’ve had a prominent headstart in their careers if they’d built those bridges all those years back.

To be fair, you would’ve fallen into the clueless demographic as well. Were the two of you in the same graduating class? If your job didn’t require you to check the library ledgers every day, his name would’ve eluded you.

Even with a brisk thumbing through of the ledgers, it’s hard to miss the repetition printed on the pages.

Alhaitham was a regular name to be found in the library ledgers, you’d even argue he’s the biggest patron of the House of Daena.

However, it wasn’t the only pattern that would jump out to even the blindest man in Teyvat. What would be printed next to each book signed out by Alhaitham? Overdue.

Yes, you would think a man brilliant enough to plan the greatest insurrection in Sumeru’s history could remember a few due dates. But the ledgers refute that impression.

Before, the Scribe turned Grand Sage would simply return the books 1 or 2 weeks overdue and pay the fee at the same time.

Was it due to the increased responsibilities that now befell him or the increased financial freedom granted by a bigger paycheck that caused this pattern of extended tardiness?

Regardless, The Epistulae Morales ad Lucilium has returned back to the House of Daena, much to the delight of a hysterical student who pushed off a paper for a bit too long.

That Wednesday afternoon was the first time you spoke to the mysterious man of infamy, in an alleyway tucked away from prying eyes. He gave you the book without much of a fight and accepted the punishment without complaint.

If only it was always this easy.

First impression overall? The whispers in the halls were an inaccurate depiction of Alhaitham. To you at least, he was a rather tolerable man with a good sense of regulations, handsome hands too.

Was your first impression bad? Impudent even? Script rushed by the pounding metronome of your heart, skipping over a few key sentences, like an introduction.

Oh, you also forgot to call him Grand Sage… Surely he won’t hold such a petty grudge over that, he seems sensible.

You flipped through the library ledgers one last time before your duties ended for the day, stopping on a page as you pursed your lip at the familiar name next to The Critique of Pure Reason boldly stamped overdue.

If only the Grand Sage would fix this sloppy habit of his.

Alhaitham is very much aware of the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, the frequency illusion. The tendency to notice something more often after noticing it for the first time. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint the exact inception of this phenomenon he was experiencing, a certain meeting in an alleyway.

–

“General Mahamatra,” A distinct cadence enticed the Ashen-haired man’s focus away from the matra delivering his daily report.

There’s a hush that befell the halls of the Akademiya today, no reason to speculate, it’d obvious to even the dimmest of fools. Cyno, the General Mahamatra, returned today from the sandy wastelands.

In fact, Alhaitham had just concluded his brief discussion with the electro wielder a few moments prior. The General left the paperwork delivery to the woefully ignored matra currently in front of the dendro wielder.

The faint reverberation of the dreaded title paralyzed the few scholars and researchers that dared roam the in presence of the General. Intense scarlet eyes centered on the viridescent clad librarian that called, your eyes seemed occupied with the object encased by tan fingers.

“Law and Order of the Pursuit of Wisdom is overdue.” A steady cadence incited the General.

“By how long?” Spoke an authoritarian tone.

“8 weeks, General.” There wasn’t the slightest pause from you.

The dense tension within the enclosed space was palpable, many pairs of eyes fixed on the scene happening under these fluorescent lights.

The seconds counting down to the decisive moment, what will become of the incautious librarian after this show-down?

…

“My apologies, I should’ve returned the book before I embarked, may I pay the fee now?” The treacherous edge was absent from the general’s voice.

With a swift nod, you turned on your heel, leading the General Mahamatra toward the judgment awaiting him in the House of Daena. A sight so flipped on its head, the witnesses of this event couldn’t seem to decide which direction was up anymore.

–

“Mr. Kaveh.”

A librarian intercepted a certain famed architect’s search for a certain Grand Sage evading the responsibilities piling up on a polished desk.

A spectacle was certainly about to happen in the House of Daena, Alhaitham gathers from his position just covered by a towering bookshelf.

“Oh, yes?” The furrow between blond eyebrows dissipates in an instant, his fury distracted for now by the polite use of his name.

“Were you the one to sign out The Death and Life of Great Design, Mr. Kaveh?” You held out the title in question, holy text for every architecture, your impassive eyes trained on the cover.

“That’s correct, I’m certain I returned it in time, has anything arisen?” The light of Kshahrewar raised a brow at the sudden inquiry.

“Would you mind explaining this, Mr. Kaveh?”

The book was pried open, revealing to the world the chaotic collage of jumbled words and sketches haphazardly scribbled among the print with the faintest whiff of wine.

Even from this distance, the bold vandalism was observable to his teal eyes. So was the slackened jaw of the architect with his now saucer-sized eyes.

The closest equivalent Alhaitham could compare your current expression with was a parent’s gaze toward the discovery of a crayon mural on a wall. Three pairs of eyes observing the blatant defacement of literature.

“The replacement cost of this book is 141,471 mora, it was an antique print.” Your hands gingerly shut the covers, hiding the book’s shame away.

“H-how much??”

“I’ve written the amount down on this form, please address the payment to the House of Daena by the end of this month, Mr. Kaveh.” From your pocket, you presented the blonde with a fine that exacerbated his dreadful finances.

With this, your performance concluded, a mannered bow before swiveling back to your post at the library’s front desk. Leaving the famed Kaveh silent and color absent from his face, the slip of parchment pathetically pinched between ailing fingers.

Stepping back into the shadow of the shelves, Alhaitham reaches a hand up to enable the feature of his earphones that preserves his sanity. He already had a premonition of what was to greet him, might as well enjoy the fleeting moments of silence while it lasted.

–

The sky over Sumeru was a brilliant blue, tufts of fluffy clouds cushioned the earth from the harshest rays of the sun, but not enough to embargo the comforting warmth. It’d be a shame to throw away such beautiful weather in the confines of an office.

Enough justification for Alhaitham to enjoy a quiet reading session under a hidden pavilion, just to the side of a neglected pathway at the Akademiya.

Just because a place is neglected, it doesn’t mean it’s completely abandoned. The scurrying of two sets of steps made their presence known along the uneven path.

“Please return Handbook of Qualitative Research to the House of Daena,” your stony voice perked his ears.

Those words weren’t directed towards the unseen Acting Grand Sage, no, they were addressed towards the researcher whom you were just a few seconds behind. Impassive gaze concentrated on the overdue book in his arms.

The exasperated man huffed out a breath, bringing a hand up to rub at his dry eyes drooping under the weight of the discolored skin hanging under them. Alhaitham hypothesizes that this must have gone on for a while.

“Listen, I know it’s overdue, I promise to return it once this report is finished.” The researcher tries to quicken his strides.

“No, it’s late 4 weeks now, please hand over the book.” That signature gesture made its appearance, palms open and expecting, your pace never once faltering.

“Could you please make an exception, just this once?” Tired exasperation morphing into a sharper edge.

“There are three other patrons queuing for this book, I’ll add you to the list and notify you once the title is available again.” Indifferent eyes never once left the imprisoned book.

Ah, your words became the straw that broke the Sumpter Beast’s back.

“Three? THREE??! I don’t have the time! If they’re students they can wait, this project has dragged out for months, months! It’s only now drawing to a close, oh for the love of Lesser Lord Kusanali, just let me-”

Fatigue overboiled into raw frustration, the researcher now lively as ever, moved senselessly close to your face.

One boot-clad step makes its appearance from behind a pillar. It’d be best to de-escalate the situation now before the potential for a physical alteration manifests into reality.

Especially for a librarian that’s too focused on a book to recognize the looming threat. As Acting Grand Sage, maintaining order was the priority.

Instantaneously, a lone finger shot out towards the azure sky, with it followed the wearied eyes of a man mid-manifesto. The hypnotically soothing hue of the vast space momentarily ceased the researcher’s grievance, reminding him of the bigger picture, of the bigger world.

Bringing him comfort with the realization that these sleepless nights won’t be permanent, that this too shall pass.

Was that the goal of your diversion? Probably not. Regardless, the hostage has been rescued into your secure arms, back where the book belonged.

The view of the sky must’ve reminded the researcher’s body of its limit, as his movements faltered back sluggishly. Bloodshot eyes blinking at his now empty hands.

“Please address the payment to the House of Daena by next week.” A slip of parchment produced from your pocket fills that void for him.

Without another word, the librarian trekked back up the beaten path, leaving behind two very silent men. With only the researcher’s figure left in sight, Alhaitham’s mind quickly lost interest.

Withdrawing back behind the cover of the marble pillar, he couldn’t help but recount the details.

‘The General Librarian’, ‘The Punisher of Fines’, ‘The Ghost of Due Dates Past’. All names coined by the sleep-deprived minds of slouching students and destitute scholars awaiting the saving grace that was their paycheck.

Perhaps it’s that inorganic cadence of your voice. Or how one of your hands reaches out to demand the return of printed works while the other indited the transgressors with a note worth months of coffee.

Maybe it’s the focus of your catatonic gaze solely upon the books in question, denying wrongdoers a chance of mercy formed by eye contact.

An itch tickled the back of Alhaitham’s throat, the same sensation that tugged the corner of his lips upwards towards the brilliant sky.

How did such a fascinating individual slip away from under his nose for so long?

Almost there, just a little longer, the doors to the House of Daena came into view, you’re so close to reprieve. One hand still clutching the freshly recused book against your chest, you pried the door to the staff room open. Empty.

Thank the Archons.

Ducking into the sanctuary devoid of library patrons and chattering coworkers, sealing the solid wood behind your back, you could finally breathe.

Lungs burning for the taste of oxygen again, the pounding in your chest subsiding with each greedy gulp. Drained figure finding solstice against the sturdy door.

You achieved your goal, so why were you so defeated?

His eyes got close, dangerously close. In your peripheral, the puffiness of his eye bags were in full detail. Your lids shut firmly as if shutting out the intrusive thoughts that threatened to infiltrate your mind.

It’s fine, everything is fine, your eyes never met. There’s no arrow in the back of your heel, the script has not gone off course.

What a childish Achilles heel, eye contact, the most basic requirement for a conversation between peers and people. One you can’t fulfill. Even the briefest moment of connection will crumble the mask you dawn, exposing the puny coward to the world.

One look and you’ll be thrown off script, your career’s saving grace.

Book overdue?: “Please return [Title] and address the late fee payment to the House of Danea by next week.”

Damages?: “Please compensate the House of Daena for the damages done to [Title] by next month.”

Need a book that isn’t available?: “I’ll add your name to the waitlist for [Title] and inform you when it’s returned.”

Lines rehearsed time and time again, now ingrained into your tongue, spoken by instinct. It’s not a conversation, it’s merely a stage play, performed by a coward shielded by a crafted blanket of indifference.

‘The General Librarian’, ‘The Punisher of Fines’, ‘The Ghost of Due Dates Past’.

Better that they interpret your aversion to eye contact as malice instead of cowardice. After all, the world is not kind, especially not towards the meek. Papers and delegated responsibilities suddenly thrust upon those too shy to voice their dismay.

What could the meek do? Nothing. So they’ll silently grit their teeth and bare it all as a doormat trampled by those whose voices don’t stumble and shutter.

A scheme you’ve fell victim to time and time again within the walls of this hallow institute of knowledge. An experience under oath by oneself to never repeat again.

The intermission is over, the performer must return back to their positions. You unlatched the door, stepping back into the fluorescent lights of the House of Daena.

Alhaitham is aware of the frequency illusion, however, he’d argue that it’s no longer an illusion. The ghost has come back to haunt him. For what reason? Alhaitham’s not sure. Surely his books aren’t that overdue, and if they were then why hasn’t your hand appeared in front of him?

Instead, you left traces, whispers of your presence in the form of handkerchiefs and pressed flowers on slips of paper.

The evidence found beside the Acting Grande Sage’s lunches and piles of applications, his teal eyes always just catching the briefest viridescent wisp fleeing the scene of the crime.

The ashen-haired man finds great delight in abstruse books, the rare feeling of reading a line more than once to grasp the concepts formed on the page.

He enjoys the sporadic occurrences that challenge his sharp mind, it’s good to feel fresh thoughts run through.

Has Alhaitham found an archaic journal tucked away in some dusty corner? Perhaps he found a handwritten copy of a book, one with fewer than ten in existence. Was it a long-forgotten text that challenged contemporary beliefs?

Surely, to baffle the man known as Alhaitham, the scripts must have something reality-shattering. Like something saying that the azure sky, with its moon and sun, were nothing but mere imitations.

No. It wasn’t any print signed out from the restricted collection in the House of Daena that had Alhaitham’s mind pondering the slightest nuances. It was the librarian, currently penning his name down in the ledgers, that perplexed the towering man.

Humans are flawed in the sense that they’re uncomfortable with the concept of ‘unconditionality’. Everything has a fair price and equivalent exchange. One back was scratched in return for the same. So, what did you want?

Were you trying to form a bridge? One crafted from slips of paper and thin decorative fabric? If so, then why has your introduction yet to reach his ears?

The eyes are the window to the soul. Windows that offer indispensable insight into the other person’s agenda and convictions. For the Acting Grand Sage, it’s easier for him to gain access to the restricted vaults in the House of Daena than the librarian’s eyes.

Is it unprofessional to think that the Grand Sage, the figurehead of the Akademiya, is a menace? If you kept these thoughts to yourself then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Could it be the nagging of Kshahrewar students, whining over the unavailability of their holy text, that made you hypersensitive to the treatment of printed works?

The students should direct their grievances towards the ‘light’ of their Darshan, the one that defaced their holy text. You’re a librarian, not a magician you can’t make books appear from the abyss.

It was a coincidence to witness the Grand Sage, Alhaitham, enjoying a shawarma wrap under the shade of a stained-glass pavilion. There’s nothing wrong with a man just having his lunch. However, there was something very wrong with how his other hand held a book.

Paper becomes discolored in the stained area and transparent as molecules of oil fill the spaces between cellulose fibers. Over time, the parchment will become brown and brittle, the ink lifted by the fatty acids.

But what can you do? Interrupt the Grand Sage’s lunch? Lecture a superior on proper book care procedures?

You’re not dense.

Still, you could take some preventative measures. Done in the form of a handkerchief carefully folded just behind his right shoulder. He seemed too engrossed in the text to perceive your proximity to him. It was just for a few seconds anyways. You retreated.

The next incident happened within the wall of the House of Daena, where food and drinks were strictly forbidden. It was a slow day, with nothing much to do besides returning a few books back to their proper homes along the hundreds of shelves.

During one of the many trips pushing the cart back and forth along the path, a certain head of ashen hair with teal streaks fell into your peripheral. It must be a slow day for him too. The Grand Sage certainly made himself comfortable, desk piled with stacks of books strewn about.

The purse on your lips returns as one side of your cheek is sucked in. A few of the books were opened and placed paper-side down on the smooth table. You witnessed him losing interest in his current text, letting it join the spread bodies of its fellow brethren.

Laying a book face-down breaks the binding and weakens the hinges, where the covers attach to the pages. Some of those titles have existed for more than double your combined ages, think of their poor spines.

Out of pity for the aged scripts and for your own patience, while passing his table from a pocket you slipped out a clumsily made bookmark.

Fashioned from scrap paper, craft supplies, and one of the many Sumeru Roses that dotted the paths in this nation. A new hobby of yours that’s proven itself useful.

With your duty fulfilled you returned back among the towering shelves.

–

The job of a Grand Sage is demanding, much more demand than the job description of a librarian, you understood that. However, surely there are enough hours in the day for him to have lunch and read separately.

The position of Grand Sage means he often has to determine the best policies and actions. So why can’t he read one book at a time, close it properly, then pick up the next?

Being the Grand Sage must be time-consuming and hectic, but he could at least send someone to return his books before the due date.

How many handkerchiefs did you purchase in the last month alone? How many yards of decorative string? Is it possible to make the Sumeru Rose endangered? Would it be appropriate for you to itemize your purchases for reimbursement by the Akademiya?

For a person that enjoys reading printed works, it seems that he’s only concerned with the contents of the book and not its physical well-being. A menace to literature.

You were the unlucky sheep tasked with delivering the new budget proposal for the House of Daena. Stepping into the grand office after an unnecessarily long elevator ride, you wondered what violations will greet you this time, or if the elusive man was even here.

Ambling towards his desk, eyes focused on the budget in front of you, only switching position once the polished wood came into view.

Ah, he had another book face-down on the desk with one of your bookmarks just off to the side. He almost had it. Glancing up, your world momentarily stilled.

The Grand Sage was in his office after all. Chest gently rose and fell, face supported by the back of his knuckle, long lashes closed. Thank Archons, he’s asleep. Your heart restarts its tempo.

Your eyes quickly snapped back to the cover of the book, The Symposium, you recognized that title from this morning’s flip through the ledgers. It’s overdue.

There’s not even a point in sighing, you expected this. Flipping over the philosophical work you gingerly placed the bookmark in properly, then shut the covers closed.

Curious eyes wandered back to the sleeping figure in the board seat. His ashen hair looked soft as it fell across his face, lips slightly parted as quiet breaths exhaled.

From his lips, your greedy eyes began to trail down his covered arms, all the way down to the bare break that exposed his robust arm-

You stopped yourself, he’s asleep. You must be reading too many books from a certain island nation.

Is it unprofessional to think that the Grand Sage, the figurehead of the Akademiya, is attractive? If you kept these thoughts to yourself then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

You left two pieces of parchment on his desk.

‘I’ll give a one-week extension, please return this title to the House of Daena before then.’

Alhaitham certainly didn’t expect to find this from ‘The Ghost of Due Dates Past’ when waking from a nap, he wondered if it was conquered by the remnants of sleep.

Or perhaps it was their parting gift, one last lingering trace before the ghost that haunted him for these past few months retreated back into their world. No more handkerchiefs left by his lunches. No more pressed flowers to decorate his desk. His teal eyes were unable to catch a very specific hue of viridescences.

Did the ghost slip out from under his nose again?

–

There isn’t much of a reason for Alhaitham to be at the Pardis Dhyai, after all, he’s not a Amurta scholar. Just a chore from this temporary position. His boot-clad steps made their way up the stone path blooming with lush vegetation, the view was almost enough to make up for the troublesome journey.

Keen eyes honed in on familiar ebony ears from the doorway to the greenhouse. Oh, Tighnari is here? What a rare sight.

“Please pay the late fee by the end of the week.” A certain cadence seized his attention.

“Yes, yes, I get it,” Tighnari sighed, moving to place his closed pen where he left off in the book.

“Chief Forest Ranger, please use this instead.” From your pocket emerged an all too familiar violet.

“Oh? Did you make this yourself? Mm, a Sumeru Rose, on my way here I noticed that these plants don’t seem as plentiful recently.” The forest ranger observed the bookmark in his gloved hands.

“I wouldn’t know, sir.”

Oh, so you gave those bookmarks out to anyone indiscriminately. It made sense, you’re a librarian, employed to help the patrons of the House of Daena with their literary needs.

It didn’t mean much just to hand out a few slips of paper. Something annoying and greener than the foliage scratched at Alhaitham’s neck.

–

At the Pardis Dhyai, you had a duty to fulfill, as did he. Not an appropriate time to initiate a conversation.

Thus, the ashen-haired man can only mull over the situation in the stillness of his own home. A blond architect sent out to fetch groceries to account for a certain damages fee.

A lone finger taps rhythmically on solid oak while the opposite hand supports his pondering head. As quickly as you came, you left just as suddenly. As capricious as the wind, slipping through the gaps of his fingers just as easily.

How does one catch a ghost?

Beryl gaze travels the length of the workspace, over the scattered sheets and abandoned quills, landing upon negligently stacked covers. A scheme conquers itself into existence.

Throughout history, many methods and rituals have been used to summon beings from the great beyond. As a scholar, who was he not to test those hypotheses?

The Norton Anthology of World Literature; Overdue 5 weeks

Academic Charisma and the Origins of the Research; Overdue 5 weeks

Cases on Academic Rights and Justice; Overdue 5 weeks

The Symposium; Overdue 8 weeks

Patron: Alhaitham

Ah, you can’t let this continue. It’s time for ‘The Ghost of Due Dates Past’ to collect their dues. Even if you wanted to bash your head into the ledgers.

–

Just beyond the threshold of a pavilion offering shelter from the sun's rays stood a familiar caped frame. Unabashedly reading The Symposium, back resting against the pillar.

Plugging the title into your script your lungs muster up a deep inhale, it’s time for the coward to dance on stage.

“Grand Sage.” You stopped a few paces away.

There was the gentle clatter of his belt and cape, the weight of his gaze now resting upon your shoulders, but your eyes were honed in on the cover in his clutches. You got his title this time.

Alhaitham feels he should give bygone scholars and minds more merit, a ghost can be summoned, an incentive is needed for the ritual.

“Please return The Symposium immediately, and address the payment to the House of Daena by the end of the week.” Like rehearsed, your hand reached out, palms awaiting the smooth back of the book.

His half-gloved hand shut the pages together, rotating the book horizontally, it slowly travels the distance to your hands. Your eyes chaperoned every movement, legs eager to return backstage to the House of Daena.

Just as the smooth cover brushed against the clammy skin of your palms before your fingers could fully enclose around it, the title suddenly took a detour. With it followed your attentive eyes.

It’s a childish scheme really, like a schoolyard bully using his vertical advantage to hold the object of desire just out of reach. As the saying goes, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Such elementary actions hold some merit… because they worked.

Attentive eyes clashed with teal, stunned irises that dilated faster than the thump of your heart. You got to witness the Grand Sage’s features in all their glory for the first time, so his beryl eyes also held some citrine in them.

Instantly, your neck snapped to the side. But it’s already too late, the coward dropped their mask, shattering at their feet. Revealing to the world the scarlet face of the wimp whose sheet was stripped off their heads, there was never a ghost, only a performer.

You were standing in the shade, yet it felt as if you stumbled into the desert.

Alhaitham’s indebted to the fact you don’t look people in the eyes, such an event would prove disastrous for this institution of wisdom and rationality. Such a sight should have limited access he deems.

A sweet breeze blows through the pavilion, cooling his cheeks and yours the same, however, the ears hidden under his earphones still burned.

Throughout the House of Daena, the soft fluttering of pages turning and quills scribbling down notes could be heard. At the front, a librarian glances at the clock slowly ticking down to the hour of freedom.

“I would like to return these,” spoke a husky voice.

Your eyes traveled up from the freshly stacked books up toned forearms, reaching their final destination on a pair of impartial teal irises.

Opening up the ledger, you swiftly flipped to a familiar name. Scanning the titles you noted each one down.

The Uses of Literacy; due in 2 weeks

The Great Conversation; due in 2 weeks

Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity; due in 2 weeks

Patron: Alhaitham

“Thank you for returning the books before due, have a great evening.” You bowed a little at the Grand Sage. Gathering up the books into your hand and placing them in the return cart.

It’s past 5:30 pm, the Acting Grand Sage is now off the clock. Thus, he didn’t let one second go to waste. Long legs taking swift strides out of the grand doors of the Akademiya, skillfully dodging the searching eyes of ambitious scholars.

Ambling down the stone pathways to the bustling city center.

Entering the favored tavern of any famished local, Alhaitham places his order. Watching the clock as Lambad packed his two to-go bags.

Dropping the mora off on the counter, Alhaitham seized the freshly made dinners into his hands, exiting the tavern. Merging back into the crowded pathways until he reached his front door. Shifting the bags into one hand, he turns the silver key to his abode.

Placing the takeout bags onto the polished kitchen table, his teal eyes once again wander towards a clock, 6:10 pm.

He prepares two glasses and a bottle of wine from a secured cabinet. It’s the weekend now, there’s no risk in enjoying a few glasses tonight. Just as the ashen-haired man finished setting the table, the unlocked door lightly creaks ajar.

Your frame soon comes into view, arms stretched above your head to loosen the tension that comes with a desk job. A breathy yawn followed the release of tight muscles along your back, walking into the kitchen where Alhaitham stood.

“You’ve worked hard today.”

You hummed in agreement, hand gently rubbing the fatigue from your eyes as the delicious scent of tandoori roast chicken beckoned your nose.

Food and drinks were strictly forbidden in the House of Daena, and you’re quite ravenous. Advancing toward the paper bag located on your side of the table with an eager bounce in your step.

Only to be blocked by a toned arm.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, my librarian?” Inquired a low voice.

You glanced up at the hurdle that dare separate you from a delicious meal, lip pursed out just the slightest bit.

“I returned my books before due, desired behavior requires positive reinforcement.” There’s a glint in his beryl eyes.

You huffed, you should’ve known he was feeling a bit cheeky today from the moment he stepped foot into the library. Still, he’s right, good behavior deserves a reward.

Tenderly your hands clasped around his soft cheeks, guiding his face downwards as you straighten your back. His ashen locks tickled you as you awarded the towering man his prizes.

Your lips gingerly press themselves against his features, the warmth of your burning cheeks felt soothing to him, and you could feel the upward pull of his lips.

Once on the forehead, once under his eye, once on the nose, and… one final time against his soft lips.

Quickly pulling away, the slow blink followed by a slightly quirked eyebrow tells you enough about his thoughts.

“The last one was a thanks for the food.” You turned your flaming cheeks away, settling down and releasing your meal from the confines of the bag.

Your lover hums in understanding, a cheeky smirk ever so clear on his usually stoic face. Regardless, he moves to his side of the table and unpacks his dinner, filling two glasses with fragrant wine.

A clink signified the start of your dinner ritual, performed away from prying eyes.

Somewhere during the comfortably quiet dinner, Alhaitham’s hand by habit inched towards the book placed just off to the side, violet bookmark recording his last endeavor among the text.

Just as quickly as it started, his hand stopped. Like a stern swat, your eyes pierced into the back of his hand. A silent warning. He withdrew his hand back to his side, deciding to practice proper dining manners, for you of course.

Satisfied, your attention returns back to the seasoned meat and sauces on your plate, fork and knife quickly getting to work.

Alhaitham’s perfectly spiced food took a backseat in his mind, eyes more interested in observing the endearing fullness of your cheeks as you chewed.

Inquisitive irises returned his stare, he sees the teal that reflected off. How could the corners of his mouth not lift at the sight in front of him?

Please keep your eyes on him, so that he may continue to watch you for now and for the far future. His librarian.

Fin~

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seneon · 10 months

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hello! could i request some hcs for dot barrett and an afab reader with how it first starts as a crush, but he slowly falls in love with them? i haven't seem much of dot and it's sad bcs he's so cute. 😭

anyway, that aside, i really love your content sm! it's nice to see people making content abt mashle bcs of how small(?) the community is... thank you and have fun writing!

HEAVEN SENT.

featuring. dot barrett x gn! / afab! reader — headcanons.

genre. fluff and romance (and some crack) from dot himself !!

notes. i actually have no idea how to write afab i'm so sorry anon 💀😭 but hey, i'm actually happy that someone requested for dot since he's precious AHAHA. thanks for the affirmation too, anon!!

— the moment dot sets his eyes on you, he flushed as red as the finest rose to ever exist in the entire universe. i mean like, he laid his eyes on the most gorgeous person to ever exist.

— would actually get flustered and shy around you. but ofc, his mc mindset has him thinking that he needs to show off 24/7 and you find it funny always. that which dot would catch you smiling.

— which guy doesn't get all butterflies uwuwuqwu teehee 🦋🦋 whenever they see their crush smiling and shit... definitely dot barrett bc bro EXPLODED

— UHMM uhh dot is always at the center of your attention. like he tries so hard just to get your attention to make you look and stare at him.

— he might be a simp for girls, but he'd totally ditch lemon for you. omg. that's crazy.

— ^ up to the point where dot would prioritise you over anything and anyone else. including himself. he also might be delulu but for you probably not.

— like he's actually genuinely in love with you that he'd simply do so much for you. if you tell him to start studying, he would. help you with magic training? he'd immediately get into a stance. you said you're starving? he pulls out a stolen cream puff from mash.

— dot could actually tell the difference of how he's so in love with you than any crushes he's ever had. like this one felt so genuine and real, almost like it's natural and unexpected. and he likes the feeling of genuineness.

— you're an angel to him, a heaven sent. so he wouldn't want others to hurt you right? if not, dot would get so angry and his anger issues will be at his peak. although, seeing your face and hearing your voice was enough to consume his wrath and turn him into a complete softie.

— probably gonna tell you he loves you in the middle of an argument where you'd confront him about his protectiveness and be like "i do it because i love and care for you!" and he'd just turn red as hell from his own words.

— fyi big take on this hc, he's a soft boy if he actually falls in love with someone. aka you.

why does the dot header actually look so cool and scary at the same time...

#🎥 senreqs #mashle #dot barrett #dot x reader #mashle hcs #mashle imagines #mashle x reader #dot barrett x reader #gn reader

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dangcommaannie · 1 month

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A Little Advice

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mashle: Magic and Muscles Rating: General Audiences Warnings: N/A Relationships: Dot Barrett/Lance Crown Characters: Dot Barrett, Lance Crown, Anna Crown Additional Tags: Mashle: Magic and Muscles Spoilers, Mashle: Magic and Muscles Manga Spoilers, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, Awkward Crush, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Post-Canon, Misunderstandings Summary: Lance knew that sooner or later, Anna would come home with a partner.

But there was no way he could accept that partner to be Dot Barrett!

Read it on AO3 Buy me Ko-fi

#mashle #mashle: magic and muscles #mashle manga spoilers #lance crown #dot barrett #personal post #my writing

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lucidtobio · 3 years

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doing their makeup !

w. osamu , lev , and yamaguchi

[ fluff , gn!reader ]

miya osamu

honestly he wouldn't even care

just as long as you keep the makeup simple

for him, it's an opportunity to get closer to you

"can i do your makeup?"

"eh?"

not long after you ask, he's already laying down with you straddling him

his hands may or may not be on your thighs 😏

osamu lays verrryyy still

so still you almost think he's dead asleep

"osamu?" "hm?" "oh good, i was starting to plan your funeral."

you planned to do a small wing with light blue eyeshadow to highlight his steely eyes

swiping the brush across his eyelids, he could feel your breath against his cheek

the proximity between you two caused osamu to blush deeply

"why are your cheeks red already? i don't remember putting on the blush..." "s-shut up!"

in the end he looks hotter than usual wbk

haiba lev

he has no complaints

lev probably asked you to do his makeup, tbh

as a future model, he obviously needs practice

"what do you want me to do?"

"everything 🤩"

you end up doing a dramatic look with lots of pink and yellow

you're sitting on your bed across from the tall boy

he has to dip down so you can reach his face easier

his favorite thing is when you rub the moisturizer into his skin

your hands against his warm cheeks feel so nice

lev can't help giggles from escaping as the fluffy brush taps his eyelids

too bad he can't keep his eyes open for shit

when you're putting on the mascara, lev is constantly blinking

"lev, you're messing it up!"

"it's not my fault that it's attacking my eyelashes! >:("

only after threatening him with kisses are you able to get the pigment onto his light lashes

when you finish, you put a pink barrette in his hair, clipping his bangs back

the whole look took a little longer than necessary, but the time was well spent

yamaguchi tadashi

he had no complaints at all

in fact, he was flattered you asked him in the first place

"tadashi, can i do your makeup?"

"me? as in me tadashi?"

like lev, you sit across from him but on the floor (ooo so fancy)

NO BC IMAGINE DOING COW EYELINER ON YAMS

let me elaborate; thick white liner with little black spots

lots of light pink blush especially on the nose!!

you used a liquid pigment to rub into the apples of his cheeks

leaning in close to make sure it was spread evenly, you accidentally ended up knocking your face into his

not in the cute way

you teared up a little at the impact but brushed it off

que yamaguchi apologizing profusely

um moving on-

define his freckles and he will love you forever

since it used to be one of his biggest insecurities, it touches his heart that you think they're so cute

bonus points if you pepper kisses along the dots of pigment dusting his face

yamaguchi will flush redder than ronald mcdonald's left shoe

the look is finished off with a shiny, pink lipgloss

to sum it up: yamaguchi is pretty asf !! and also v in love w you

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons! lmk if it was bad bc i have no idea ;-;

⤿ written 3.17.2021

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zhydoesart · 5 years

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Date Night (ch. 2/2)

Chapter One

Ships: DLAMP

Warnings: gender dysphoria, sympathetic Deceit

AO3

Side note: Expect me to post a lot in the next few days. I’m working on some plotless LAMP fluff and some more DLAMP.

On the way to their seats, Virgil had spilled his popcorn, so Patton had offered him some of hers, and now they were sitting next to each other so they could share the bowl. Meanwhile, one of Roman's arms had snaked around Logan's shoulders, and Logan was trying to pretend as though it hadn't happened so as to maintain his composure.

Virgil's's thoughts on the movie came in the form of wondering why they'd picked a cliche romance, whereas Logan secretly liked it. Roman's eyes were teary, as he'd always had a soft spot for love stories, while Damien simply watched quietly. However, Patton wasn't doing too well, as the sensation of her- no, his now- chest tightening began to creep upon him.

Patton tried to focus on the movie again—some Asian dude dressed like a pirate was declaring his love for an Indian princess—but to no avail. The hum began to build in his ears, and he had to get out of there.

Abruptly, Patton stood, running out of the theater, ignoring his boyfriends’ whispered cries of his name. He beelined for the bathrooms—at least there he could be undisturbed—but found when he got there that there wasn't a third bathroom—only 'male’ and 'female,’ and he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.

Instead of entering one, Patton turned around and ran—where to, he didn't know, but he halted as he noticed a little nook of sorts behind a cardboard prop, and he squeezed himself into that nook, knees pulled up against his chest as he rocked forward and back.

His phone vibrated in his pocket to a pattern of long-long-short, and Patton recognized the vibration pattern as that of Damien. Pulling his phone out to check, he read the message.

[Dee<3] why'd you run out like that

[Dee<3] what's wrong pat

[Dee<3] where are you? Virgil said to check the bathroom since that's where he'd run to hide but I checked the men's and I don't think people would take kindly to me going into the women's

Patton rested his head in his hands before replying.

[Patton] behind the cardboard cutout of The Rock

[Dee<3] I see you

A shadow appeared, and Patton looked up to see Damien looking down at them. After a moment he sat down next to Patton.

“So, sugar, what's the issue?” Damien didn't look at Patton as he spoke; instead his eyes traced the lines on the back of the cardboard, and Patton was suddenly glad Damien wasn't watching him.

Patton played with a loose string on the hem of his skirt. “I'm still wearing a skirt but I feel like a guy now, and I don't know what to do.”

“Hold on, I'm going to text Logan,” said Damien, pulling out his phone to type something. After a minute, his phone vibrated. “He's the closest to your size, and he says he's got an extra pair of pants in his car,” Damien informed Patton, who, once again, was very glad for his boyfriends. “He's going to bring it to you, and you can change into the pants, is that okay?”

“That's perfect, thank you.” Patton beamed. They were so close together now, and his eyes kept darting back to Damien's lips. He couldn't help himself. He caressed Damien's jaw, turning his face towards him, and they both leaned in as Damien closed his eyes.

Logan nodded as he spotted the cutout of The Rock Damien had mentioned, and he crouched next to it to see Damien and Patton locking lips.

“Guess Patton's not feeling too bad anymore.” The two broke apart at Logan's teasing tone, looking vaguely guilty. “Here.” He tossed the pants into Patton's lap.

“Thanks,” Patton said. Slowly, Damien stretched his legs as he got up, and then Patton crawled out from behind the cardboard.

He flashed Logan a grateful smile, but not without a sheepish demeanor.

Patton changed into the pants in a stall in the men's bathroom. He weighed the barrette in his hand for several minutes until finally slipping it into a pocket in case he wanted it later, but he kept the makeup on; Roman had done such a good job and he wasn't quite ready to wash it off yet.

When he emerged from the restroom, Patton found that not only were Logan and Damien waiting outside, but Virgil and Roman had joined them. Apparently the movie was over now.

They all stopped by Patton's car so he could drop off the skirt in the back, and then they headed to their next destination, which happened to be a surprise to everyone but Patton.

It was an old-timey, 50s-style ice cream parlor, complete with antique bar stools and booths. Roman exclaimed that it was “adorable” and Logan admitted he did like the “feel” of the place, whatever it meant when Logan said it.

Patton decided on a large bowl of chocolate ice cream, while Roman chose dulce de leche. After some debating, Logan eventually settled on green tea, Virgil got moose tracks, and Damien had butter brickle. (Logan had, of course, questioned the name of Damien’s choice of ice cream, and Roman had reminded him to “Loosen up, mi amor, it’s a date!”)

Somehow Roman had convinced Virgil to spoon-feed him his ice cream, and Virgil complied reluctantly for one spoonful, then went back to eating his own, even as Roman pouted that Virgil hadn’t done more. Patton quietly giggled as he watched.

Their third destination had been picked out by Logan, and happened to be an art museum. Logan had quietly admitted that he had a “secret soft spot for art,” since he himself claimed to be far from ‘good’ at it. It may have been an unexpected choice for a date location, but Patton was sure they all enjoyed some part of it.

Roman took it upon himself to pose dramatically in front of every large landscape painting, and kept calling to Damien to take pics, who did, rolling his eyes every time. Meanwhile, Virgil seemed to have a liking for some of the darker paintings and color schemes, which was a surprise to no one. Patton enjoyed the bright colors on certain paintings, as well as the abstract. He kept noticing Damien, when Roman wasn’t calling him over to be photographer, reach out a few inches away from some of the people-filled landscapes to brush his fingertips against air, while Logan could only state clinically and sometimes in very disjointed sentences what he liked about certain pieces of art, particularly several of the more modern sculptures.

While everyone looked around the gift shop, Patton discreetly purchased little gifts for them. For Logan, a space pen with the museum’s name printed on it, he was sure Logan would find the particularly balanced pen intriguing. For Damien, he’d managed to find a miniature version of one of the pictures he’d been so longingly gazing at, while Virgil’s was a keychain shaped similarly to a statue he’d admired. Last, for Roman, he bought a T-shirt in his size that read, “I don’t make art | I AM art,” which he knew Roman would love. He stowed the bags in his car, and they drove to the fourth location; this time only taking two cars as opposed to three.

It was dark out when they reached Virgil’s destination, and Patton could only gape at the brilliance of the stars, to the point where he tripped on his way up the hill. At the top, Virgil unrolled a large blanket he’d retrieved from his car, and they all picked a spot to lay down. Patton was in the center, Logan and Virgil on either side, with Roman next to Logan and Damien next to Virgil.

Patton, quite lost for words, gazed, amazed, up at the dark blanket of sky stretching out above them, marred only by the shining dots of stars freckling the navy blue expanse. Nights like this reminded him how small he was in the general scale of things, but all the same, he knew there were people who cared for him, to whom he meant a lot, and he smiled softly as he made out the quiet murmuring between Roman and Logan. Virgil’s warm hand slipped into his own, a sharp, yet somehow welcome, contrast from the chill air surrounding them, and Patton felt at peace, even as he felt himself slipping into ‘they.’

The last place they were going to go to was Logan’s house, courtesy of Damien. Logan’s family was fairly wealthy, so his house was huge, completely surrounded by wrought-iron fences, and Patton, despite having been there before, was still surprised that there weren’t gargoyles perched on the roof, guarding the house, ready to defend it if some unsavory person were to enter.

That was how the five ended up in Logan’s living room, cuddling on his couch, rewatching Parks & Rec for Patton’s sixth time on a TV wider than any of them was tall. There was easily more than enough space for them to spread out on the couch, but still, they chose to be close, packed in like sardines. Virgil’s hand was resting on Logan’s thigh, much to his distraction, and Patton was sitting in Roman’s lap, while Damien sat between Virgil and Roman, holding hands with both.

When Virgil fell asleep on Logan’s shoulder, Patton decided it was time to go to bed, and they all ended up curling up together in a gay mess of limbs in Logan’s gigantic, probably-expensive, rich-guy bed.

And Patton knew they would never be happier than in times like these, when each of their boyfriends was content, when they could all just be carefree and in love, and they hoped nothing would ever come between them and that ‘happy ending’ to their fairytale.

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luxthestrange · 1 month

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MASHLE Incorrect quotes#17 Money is magical-

You wanted to show everyone your magic has improved...so you rounded up the people you know who...have nothing in their lives going on...

Sorcerer!Y/n*Smilling making a pose*-THE GREAT Y/N-DINI!~UH!~

Dot*Clapping seeing your entrance*

Orter*Forced to come*...

Sorcerer!Y/n*Smiles pointing at Dot*Gimme your watch!~

As Dot gives you his watch and you put it on a black purse, you start moving the bag side by side chanting

Sorcerer!Y/n:BOOOM SHAKALAKA!BOOM SHAKALAKA!-

The watch turns into glitter...and Dot is amazed as Orter watches unimpressed...you then show a bottle...just as any other...put on a paper bag and start pointing at it going "SHAKA KAN...SHAKA!-"...slam your hand on the bag and the glass bottle is no more...managing to shock dot and Porter raising a brow at this...gooood~

Sorcerer!Y/n*Smiles at the two*Now for my next act imma need a dollar bill

Dot: I dont have a dollar...

Orter*Wanted to see what you do next*I have a 20-

Sorcerer!Y/n: Oh that will do~ *Takes the dollar and starts to fold it*...now notice the intricate folds...now for the magic word~....going~.....gooooooing~.....

Sorcerer!Y/n*Runs away and jumps out of the window*GONE!?!~

Dot:...pfft-

Orter:...

Orter: Y/NNNNNNN!?!?

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lady-luck-courier · 6 years

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A very vaultie Christmas

I’m finally posting more writing, I meant to get this up around the holiday season but sadly time got away from me, this is a little FO3 fluff between Lucy and Butch

It was green.

His favorite color, the color of the snake on his back, the color of the water in the wastes and the color of his sheets back in the vault. It was the color of the sickly looking pine in the heart of Rivet city and was often chased by red. Red and green did always go well together in Butch’s opinion.

He didn’t know what to expect that Christmas Eve, it was his first Christmas outside of the vault. He went to the mass in the church, Father Clifford's sermon was different than the occasional sermon Lucy would give around the holidays in the vault, it seemed a lot less personal. He also mangled the story up about the birth of baby Jesus, that he was born of a human and a ghoul and that he could heal radiation poisoning and turn whiskey to water, but that was beside the point. After church let out he bummed around the marketplace for a few hours, ready to give up on his fruitless hunt when he saw the gold barrette. It was a branch of delicate leaves with little green gems dotting it. When he finally headed to the bar a gold clip replaced 15 caps in his pocket.

“And now time for the weather! Taking a peek out the station window I predict death- and Holy Hell! Wouldn’t you know it wasteland, snow is falling, I’d say there's already an inch or two on the ground, it truly is a Christmas miracle. Speaking of miracles our favorite little lady from 101-”

Three Dog’s voice barked from Lucy’s pip-boy. Despite the bitter cold she couldn’t help grinning like a fool as her bloodstained boots crunched through the pure white snow. She learned about snow once in the vault in the weather lesson in third grade, she never thought she would see it though. She stomped her way over the bridge shaking snow off in the process and greeted the guards with a smile. She was always a sucker for Christmas, she’d wake up offensively early every year to open presents and spend the afternoon at the overseers' party with Amata. Then after being appointed vault chaplain, she would need to give a sermon every year. This year it was spent a little differently. Keeping up her secret trades with Amata at midnight last night she gifted her with an old world necklace she found on her travels. Charon, while confused about the concept eventually accepted the modified shotgun and dogmeat loved the stuffed teddy bear. The final gift was tucked safely in her pack in silver wrapping paper.

Old Christmas songs were playing over tinny speakers when Lucy finally made it into the muddy rudder. The recipient of the gift was sitting at the bar throwing another few caps down for a refill.

“Butch!” Lucy called from the top of the stairs, he noticed she was wearing the tunnel snakes jacket he’d given her over a light blue dress. She must have dressed up for the party

“Lucy! I got you a drink” He yelled back holding up a hot toddy

She clammored down the stairs pulling out a package in the process. When she made it to Butch he noticed her cheeks were still flushed from the cold and her red hair had droplets of water from the melted snow

“Merry Christmas,” She said somewhat breathless as she held out the gift. Butch’s chest felt funny as he took the gift and unwrapped it

It was green. It was a green sweater made out of soft yarn

“You make this?” Butch asked

“Yep! Took me a while to get the yarn and I had Amata sneak me my needles but, I know green’s your favorite and-”

Butch cut off Lucy's rambles with a tight hug

“Thank you Luc” He mumbled into the crook of her neck, she snaked her arms around his back

“No problem Butchie, Merry Christmas”

He pulled away and pulled the hair clip out of his pocket

“Turn around” He ordered playfully hiding it behind his back

“What have you got up your sleeve Deloria?” Lucy giggled. Wordlessly Butch spun Lucy around and gathered up her hair half up, securing it with a click

“Merry Christmas Nosebleed” Butch grinned turning her back around, Lucy smiled and playfully punched Butch’s shoulder

“Merry Christmas Deloria”

Carols continued to play over the tinny speakers as the two kids from vault 101 spent their Christmas together, eventually falling asleep wrapped up in the same blanket in the common room.

#Lucy McCarron #butch deloria #fallout 3 #i'm doing my best here folks

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kyloherrera · 3 months

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✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ FEB 8 — ROSES

featuring: dot, , abel, rayne, odler, mash, lance. finn x gn! reader

note: I opened a patreon if you want to support me, and also there will be extra , spicier and special content that I will post there <3.

summary: will mashle boys gift or receive roses?

genre: fluff || event || patreon

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇

-Because mash is someone who values honesty, kindness, and simplicity, and he would likely see roses as a traditional and romantic gesture to express his affection he would more likely gift roses rather than receiving.

-He would approch the situation with genuine sincerity, wanting to express his affection in a clear and uncomplicated way.

-Mash would take the time to carefully select the roses, choosing the freshest and most beautiful ones he can find.

-Since he is a new one to buying roses he might seek advice from others or do some research to ensure he picks the right color and variety that symbolizes his feelings.

-He would probally add a personal touch to the gift, such as adding a little handwritten note expressing his feelings in his own earnest way.

-When delivering the rose, Mash would likely do so directly and without any grand gestures. He might approach his partner with a genuine smile and hand them the bouquet, simply saying something heartfelt like, "I got these for you because... well, because I like you a lot."

✦ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

-Lance would want to make a memorable and grand gesture to express his affection. He might plan an elaborate surprise to ensure that the moment is both romantic and unforgettable.

-When choosing the rose Lance would opt for a large bouquet of roses, maybe in a vibrant and eye-catching color like red or pink to convey passion and romance.

-He might even go the extra mile to find rare or exotic varieties to impress his partner.

-He would choose a picturesque location or create a romantic ambiance for the occasion

-Lance would likely accompany the gift of roses with a heartfelt declaration of affection. He might express his love in a bold and poetic manner, leaving his partner in no doubt about the depth of his feelings.

✦𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍

-Given Finn's reserved and serious demeanor he might be more likely to receive roses from his significant other rather than gifting them.

-He is not be as comfortable with openly expressing affection in grand gestures like gifting roses.

-So when he received the roses, he expressed a quiet surprise and a slight blush.

-Finn would thank you, and he will convey his appreciation with a genuine smile and a soft-spoken "Thank you," showing that he values the sentiment behind the gift.

-He takes his time to observe the rose appreciating their beauty and symbolism.He might reflect silently on the significance of the gesture and what it means for his relationship with his partner.

-While Finn may not be one to openly express his emotions, receiving the roses would likely touch him deeply, so he expressed his feelings

-He would probally put the roses in fresh water to keep them around him allowing them to brighten his surroundings and serve as a reminder of your love and thoughtfulness.

✦𝐃𝐎𝐓

-Being a perceptive and observant person, Dot , would first notice that their significant other admires roses or finds them meaningful.Dot might pick up on subtle cues or expressions of interest from their partner.

-He would do a meticolous planning, in which he ensures that every detail is gone through.

-He would research every type of roses and their meaning to select the most appropriate variety for their partner.

-He would choose a quiet moment to present the roses, perhaps during a private and intimate setting where they can express their feelings without drawing too much attention.

-He would accompany the deliver of the roses with a sincere heartfelt expression of their feelings choosing their words carefully to ensure they resonate with their partner.

✦𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋

-He is more likely to gift roses than to receive them, because he considerate it a gesture of affection and aprecciation.

-Abel would take the time to carefully consider the gesture, wanting to ensure that it's meaningful and well-received. He might pay attention to your preferences and interests to choose the perfect moment for the gift.

-He would choose the bouquet with care opting for a bouquet that reflects his partner's personality and style. He might select a mix of your favorite colors or varieties, or he might choose a single type of rose that holds special significance to you.

-He most likely add a personal touch to the gift, perhaps by hand-picking the roses himself or arranging them into a beautiful bouquet.

-He would also include a handwritten note expressing his feelings and appreciation for his partner.

-He doesn't often smile but for you, he will. He would present the bouquet with a genuine smile, conveying his affection through his actions and words.

-He would also say a few words to express gratitude for your presence in his life and the happiness you bring him.

✦𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

-He has a thoughtful and considerate personality, this makes him likely to express his affection through meaningful gestures like giving roses to someone he cares about.

-Rayne would pay close attention to your preferences and interests, including any hints you may have dropped about liking roses or flowers in general.

-He would carefully plan the gesture considering the timing and presentation to ensure it is meaningful and well-received.

-He would take the time to select the perfect bouquet of roses, choosing a variety that holds significance or symbolism for your relationship.

-He would also add a personal touch, by making a little love letter to you. Expressing his feelings and appreciation for you.

-He would choose a quiet and intimate moment to present to you the gift allowing you and him to to share the moment togheter.

-Along with the roses he would express his love and gratitude for you verbally , emphasizing the depth of his feelings and the importance of your relationship to him.

✦𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

-He would most likely be direct about his feelings and his love gestures.

-First he would approach the situation with confidence and decisiveness. He wouldn't hesitate to express his feelings and intentions clearly.

-He would select a single rose, likely in a bold and vibrant color like red to convey passion and intensity.

-He would also choose a high-quality rose to reflect his own standards of excellence.

-Odler would deliver the rose with a boldness and determination making his intentions clear since the begging.

-He would approch you with a direct gaze and a confident stride, holding out the rose as a symbol of his affection.

-He would also accompany the gift with a sincere expression of his feelings. He would speak from the heart, conveying his admiration and appreciation for you in his own assertive way.

-He would also be likely to fill your bed with roses in a valentine day and make love right there with you.

✦𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎

-He would plan an extravagant and elaborate setup for presenting the rose to you

-He will choose a picturesque location or create a romantic ambiance with decorations, candles, and music.

-He would also carefully select the perfect rose, opting for a luxurious and visually striking bloom.

-He would choose a rare or exotic variety to impress his partner and make the gesture even more memorable. Like blue roses.

-He would also accompany the gift of the rose with a poetic and romantic declaration of his feelings

-He might recite a heartfelt love poem or deliver a passionate speech expressing his adoration for his partner.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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flutterby-affect · 7 years

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Good Things Don’t Last Forever -- Jason Todd x Reader, Platonic!Roy Harper x Reader

First off, I’m not sorry for what you’re about to read. It is arguably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. Secondly, this part got a little away from me. I didn’t mean for it to be so long, but here we are! Thirdly, I do not write smut. I just don’t. I’ll read it every once in a while, but I do not write it. This part is borderline lime, but not smut.

Now with all of that out of the way, enjoy my dears! And try not to hate me!!

Tagging @lovingmytelevision, @posiey, @miraisnotavailable, @soepicsokim, @epickimmie, @themortallife

WARNING! Fluff ahead! And slight lime? Also, angst. There is angst. Prepare your hearts loves!! Might be some adult themes too.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Word Count: 1369

“He’s treating you right, right?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Yes Roy, Jason is a perfect gentleman when we’re together.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say ‘Jason’ and ‘perfect gentleman’ in the same sentence.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at his words.

Roy had been the first person you’d called after Jason dropped you off a few weeks ago. He was over the moon that the two of you had worked things out. Once he saw the lovely…ahem…gift that Jason left on you, he’d jumped into over protective big brother mode. It didn’t matter that you two weren’t blood related, you and Roy had been through thick and thin together and he wasn’t about to let a guy mistreat you. Especially not your soulmate.

“When is Jade supposed to be here?”

“Soon, I hope.” Roy glanced at his watch in thought. “She seemed pretty reluctant to come, but she finally agreed.”

“What did you have to promise her?”

A deep blush crossed Roy’s cheeks. “Things.”

“Right…I’m not gonna ask for you to elaborate.”

He shot you a grateful look.

Twenty minutes later and you found yourself in an upscale restaurant with Jason sitting on your right and Jade and Roy across from you. You could tell Jade felt uncomfortable in this setting. She kept fidgeting and glancing around the room, no doubt mapping out possible exits should she need one. The ninja wore a beautiful green dress that showed plenty of skin and left little to the imagination. This also meant it was difficult for her to carry multiple weapons with her. You knew she had at least one weapon on her. She didn’t go anywhere without something sharp and pointy.

Roy and Jason were dressed similarly in nice suits and ties. While Roy had you to help him with his hair, Jason had opted to not ask Alfred to do his. It was still as shaggy and unkempt as ever. Just the way you liked it.

You wore a (F/C) halter dress that tied around your neck in an elegant bow. It hugged your body in all the right places and you knew it was driving Jason crazy. His hand was laying high on your thigh under the table. Your (H/C) hair was up in a beautiful half up, half down style with the bits that were down curled and cascading down your back. Enough of your hair was pulled back that your neck was exposed, another thing driving Jason insane. You knew he wanted to kiss your neck and leave his mark there, but given the current company and location he refrained.

“You’re being awfully restrained tonight.” You whispered to the dark-haired male teasingly.

He growled low in his throat. “You’re gonna pay for this later.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

The dinner went a lot better than any of you were expecting. No one was rude or tried to start anything and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jade had a genuine smile on her face; a sight that pleasantly surprised you. You knew this whole evening was outside her comfort zone, but she was trying for Roy. You could respect that.

After Roy and Jason had a small argument over who would pay the bill, the four of you made your way out of the restaurant. They all waited for the valet to bring their respective cars around and made small talk.

“You’re good for him.” Jade suddenly whispered in your ear.

“You think so?” You glanced briefly at the two men who were playful shoving one another. “I’m just glad that he’s happy. I’m glad that we’re happy. For once in my life, I feel like things are going right.”

Jade nodded in understanding. “I get that. Just remember (Y/N), good things don’t last forever. Especially in our line of work.”

You opened your mouth to respond when the valet brought Jason’s, or in this case Bruce’s, car to where you all stood. The man got out of the car and went back to his post. You gave Jade a small smile and pecked Roy on the cheek before letting Jason pull you away. He opened the passenger door and helped you into the car. Once both of you were in your seats and had your seatbelts on, Jason pulled away from the curb and turned to head toward your apartment.

“Any other plans for tonight?”

Jason scowled playfuly at you. “You know damn well what we’re doing tonight.”

“Oh, I know.” You let a catlike smirk grace your red lips. “Just reminding you.”

He snorted at your snarky remark. Taking his right hand off the wheel, Jason placed it on your thigh and squeezed it. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the contact. The desire and attraction was palpable between the two of you. How you’d both managed to keep it together all through dinner was astonishing.

Jason whipped into the extra parking spot of yours outside the apartment complex. He cut the engine off and then attacked your lips without warning. You moaned in delight against his lips as you let your hands knot themselves in his hair. The hand that had previously been on your thigh moved further and Jason slipped it under the slit in you dress. Another moan slipped from you as his hand inched up further and further.

The shrill sound of sirens broke the atmosphere that had settled around you two.

You pulled away from Jason and glanced outside the car. “Do you think you should…?”

“They’ll call if I’m needed.”

As if on cue, Jason’s phone rang incesently in the cup holder. You both groaned in irritation at the timing of it all.

“Every damn time…” Jason growled in anger as he moved away from you and answered the damn thing. “Yeah? Fine, I’ll be there in ten.”

You adjusted your hair from its disheveled state and made sure your dress hadn’t ridden up during your make out session with Jason. “I should go. Don’t want you getting in trouble with the big man.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). This isn’t how I wanted this evening to end.”

“I know.” You gave him a rueful smile. “but we knew that this would happen. Call me when you get done.”

Jason sighed heavily before nodding. He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss to your slightly bruised lips. You savored the familiar taste of him then let yourself pull away first. You bid him goodbye and slipped out of the car. Jason stayed in the parking lot until he saw you enter the lobby of your building. He put the car in drive and sped out of the parking lot.

You took your time getting to your apartment. Fishing out your keys, you found the correct one and unlocked your door.

It was dark as you stepped into your apartment. You flicked on the nearest light as you made your way through the hallway. Slipping out of your heels, you reached up and took the barrette out of your hair allowing it to fall loosely behind you. You ran a tired hand gently over your face completely ignoring the fact that you were wearing makeup.

“I would’ve expected the soulmate of a vigilante to be more aware of their surroundings.”

You whipped your head around to search for the owner of the voice that had just spoken to you. A heavy object made contact with the back of your head. Pain radiated through your head. You stumbled forward clutching your throbbing head. Your vision became clouded with black dots as you tried to focus on the intruder.

“Hm…” The voice spoke up again. “You’re tougher than I thought. No matter, I’ll finish my objective.”

“W-Who…? What are you…?”

A loud bang cut through the air and an agonizing pain filled your gut. You gasped for air as your body collapsed to the floor. Shakily, you placed a hand to your stomach. Your fingers met a wet substance that your rapidly fading consciousness registered as blood.

As your eyes slid shut, your mind wandered back to the words that Jade said to you earlier that evening.

Good things don’t last forever.

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