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chalkscene · 5 months

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lovebrush chronicles ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”

how they react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

note: reader’s cat’s name in alkaid’s drabble is set to beans which i named my mc’s cat because i forgot what the default name was djsjdjsja

just as you expected, you find AYN in the music room, practicing his piece for an upcoming school program. careful not to make any noise, you tread lightly to where he’s sat, slowly sliding into the already little space next to him on the piano bench. without pausing his hands above the keys, ayn scoots over to give you more room. soon he’s playing the last key of the composition and the moment the sound fades into silence, he lets out a frustrated sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. unable to find the right words that would seem helpful, you simply lift a hand to brush his locks, straightening a few flyaways and fixing his bangs before you cradle his face in your palms in comfort. for a moment, you wordlessly stare at ayn, taking in his stunning visage, and he doesn’t miss the abrupt quiet. “what is it?” he asks to which you answer playfully, “nothing. just holding the world in my hands.” the smallest of smiles adorns ayn’s features in an instant but not without a subtle eye roll. still, his crimson eyes turn into rubies as a gleam of affection flickers in his gaze. “you’re distracting me,” he replies in jest. you let go of him as you jokingly put your hands up in mock surrender, “please don’t call your bodyguards on me.” that coaxes a chuckle out of ayn, “tempting.” soon, you feel his arm snake around your waist as he pulls you closer and when you don’t inch away from him, he resumes his practice.

you and ALKAID are sat side by side on the couch as you watch beans and sparkles roughhousing in the middle of your living room. you don’t notice how much time has passed but it feels like the silence has gone for too long when you speak. “you’re an astronomy major,” you tell alkaid. “yes,” he confirms earnestly as if the information wasn’t already glaringly obvious. “can you hold the world in your hands?” you ask him quizzically. alkaid is clearly caught off guard by your odd question so without waiting for a response you know you’re not getting, you raise your hands and gently cup his cheeks, “i can.” alkaid gives you no response and you begin to think he’s put off by the cheesy gesture until a smile stretches across his face and he finally speaks. “so you’re saying i’m about…” he pauses briefly as he tries to recall a fact, “12,756 kilometers big.” there’s a hint of amusement in alkaid’s expression as he relays the information to you but you only knit your eyebrows in confusion so he continues with a sheepish grin, “that’s the size of the earth.” “of course.” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his sense of humor but you also find it incredibly endearing that you don’t bother to stifle the giggle that bubbles past your lips. alkaid laughs at your reaction, “what?” “only an astronomy major would say that.”

LARS invited you to spend the day with him at work—“i’m feeling lonely,” he said over the phone, the pout on his voice very audible on your end of the line that you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. so here you both are, tangled up in each other’s embrace since the moment lars joined you on the couch in his office sometime during the afternoon. under the orange rays of the sunset passing through the glass walls of the room, his blue eyes shine more brightly than they already do and his blonde hair have turned golden. he looks ethereal like this. “something on my face?” his voice snaps you out of your reverie, smugness painted all over his visage. you realize he can tell you’ve been staring. earlier in the relationship, it would’ve flustered the hell out of you but now you simply mirror the expression on his face as you gently hold it in your palms and you’re immediately filled with pride when his breath hitches at your affection. “nothing,” you say with faux indifference, “just checking if i can hold the world in my hands.” lars’ ever so familiar cockiness dissolves from his features, instantly replaced by a loving look in his eyes, “well?” “i guess i can,” you murmur. the deep rumble of lars’ chuckle soon hits your ears then he’s pulling you close as a teasing smirk stretches across his face once more, “you are so in love with me.” and you don’t deny it. you lean further onto his chest as he tightens his hold on your body. against your cheek, you feel his heart pick up the pace and that tells you enough—lars rorschach is undoubtedly just as in love with you.

“knock knock,” you say as you poke your head through the door to the student council’s office and CLARENCE immediately turns to the sound of your voice. “hi,” you add with a grin that clarence returns—or tries to return rather. despite the softening of his gaze and the air of authority around him vanishing, it’s easy to notice the stress that has dampened his spirits. “hey,” he replies anyway. he invites you to join him at his desk and you gladly do, although carefully perching on the edge of the table. “everything okay, mr. president?” clarence huffs out a chuckle at the nickname before releasing an exasperated sigh. “what’s up?” you ask again and clarence answers this time. as an insignificant member of the student body, you only understand half of his student council worries—one of them being this year’s stellaris cup not having enough participants. “what if i join?” you suggest and clarence can immediately sense the halfheartedness in your tone. “you’d do that?” he asks dubiously, the corner of his lips now quirked up as he prepares to call you out on your bullshit. maybe you are just attempting to cheer him up but it’s the thought that counts. “i would,” you retort as you get on your feet with theatrical confidence, “for my first trick, i will hold the world in my hands.” clarence raises an eyebrow but he doesn’t interrupt so you walk around his desk until you’re standing in front of him. when your hands softly land on his face, he’s quick to understand what you mean and in your grip, he shakes his head in amusement but a subtle blush now dusts his cheeks. “that’s a winning talent if you ask me,” you jest. that earns you a laugh from clarence as he jokingly agrees, “it is.” in the same instance, you feel him lean further into your touch, closing his eyes as he basks in it then he sighs in pleasure.

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gepazu · 5 months

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it’s sweet how alkaid kisses you.

a hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek as your hands run this tangled tresses — his lips coming in shallow returns and echoing breaths when he pulls away every few seconds or so.

every time he shows you affection, you feel like it’s a first for the both of you — no matter how many times you’ve experienced it alongside him.

the air around you two is sensual, his touch nothing less than tender — words within his grasp, yet also lost in the way your tongue pulls him back.

it’s savory how clarence kisses you.

it’s just right — the amount of risqué and softness on his hollowed cheeks forever bygone with your breath and his love.

his arms wrapped around your waist, lips always wandering down to the corner of yours in an attempt to (poorly) save your sullied cosmetics and taste the strawberry flavor — your arms rest on his shoulders, hands brushing his nape; ready to pull him in further if he pulls away more than an inch from you for air.

you feel worshipped with the way he treats you — hidden in the empty backdrops of a closed staged, yet revered to no end on a a box of props for the next myths and legends play.

it’s spicy how ayn kisses you.

he’s hungry — teeth catching on your bottom lip when you back away, reeling you in with a silent plea that dares not to go past a whine.

your back is arched against and further from the wall, his palms heavy on yours and fingers twined messily with yours. glassy black locks cage you in, lashes tickling your eyelids that are tight shut; air thick with melody that only the man pressed against you can coax out your throat.

a kiss, as heavy as his promises to you come undone and drip with an almost borderline eroticism that leaves you dirtied with want and cleaned with any memory other than his touch beforehand.

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lovebrushed · 6 months

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SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT FOR AYN’S STORY: The Dispute (Ch. 15, Part 3)

You stare at him, confused. “But you’re the one who told me not to expose myself, or—“

“I’m starting to regret telling you that,” he cuts you off, quieter now. “I…” His eyes move up to meet yours, hesitant — then his fist clenches, and his mouth snaps shut. His jaw twitches, alternating between focusing on you and keeping his gaze to the floor.

“Ayn?” you say softly, moving forward. “Are you… okay—”

Suddenly, he pulls you into him. You let out a surprised gasp, cheeks warming, and find yourself hyper-aware of him, him, him — Ayn, Ayn, Ayn. How his hand tightens on your lower back, how he pushes your hair from your neck, so gentle and so sweet that you forget everything — all that death and sacrifice and vengeance — and focus him and that horrible, pained look that’s settled on his face.

Just as you raise your hand to feel the wound, Ayn’s head falls to your neck. And when he presses his lips to it, uncaring of the poisoned blood and the torn flesh, you don’t dare breathe.

You’re not sure how long it goes on for, this unbearably intimate moment between the both of you. You’re melting in his arms, leaning against the wall, while he keeps his cheek on your shoulder, his lips an inch away from the shallow gash. You feel like you’re floating. You feel like you’re sinking. You’re not sure how you feel, because this is everything, everything, and it still isn’t enough. You want more. You’re greedy, so greedy, and you can’t help but want even more.

And Ayn must be a mind-reader, because a few seconds after this traitarous thought has settled in your mind, he whispers, voice hoarse and trembling, into your ear: “Be my queen. When all of this is over — once everything has come to pass — please, be my queen.”

God. God, who are you to refuse?

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mello-bee · 2 months

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An Outside Prespective

this is for a weekly prompt thingy on another site!! my prompts were "underrated game" and "abandoned place" (and "genre change" but i didn't have much ideas for that)

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fairestwriting · 2 months

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Yi Sang (and maybe Meursault as a treat) General Dating Headcanons Please And Thank You 💞

UMMM twsties dont leave me i will make content for you too soon. i just think that ummm... teehee... umm i think theyre neat:)

Yi Sang

If we are being honest. Anyone would expect him to be at least a little awkward as a boyfriend. And he is obviously. But it's not as bad as one might imagine.

He's mostly just very private but also... soft. It's not that hard to tell when he likes someone if you pay attention. He's always a little more talkative and expressive, and even though he looks permanently tired you swear you can see him perk up just a little...

Type of guy who calls you "my love/beloved", in general puts his whole vocabulary into it when he's getting lovey-dovey. Rambles about the beauty of getting ice cream at the park and says something about how the cold and sweetness of it soothes his body from the searing heat but not as much as your presence soothes his soul. Stops for a bit because he can't handle the weather that well.

He is shy with physical affection though. Even in private. Mostly because it's been a long time. Gets nervous about handholding because his are too cold and blushes and gets startled by surprise touching... he does relax into it quickly though.

This much is just canon but, this man does not know what a self-care is. He showers and eats enough to not pass out and that's about it. Besure to tuck your Yi Sangs in at a reasonable time, because he will just stay up otherwise.

Meursault

auagahhh my wife my beautiful bara wife

Guy who asks you out by staring you down with his unchanging murder glare and saying "I am attracted to you romantically and would like to be your partner. How do you feel about this matter."

Gives absolutely no indication that you two are dating in public. Not because he hates having people know but because That Is Just Meursault. He's also completely unnopposed to you making it public knowledge, though, and actually kind of basks on PDA like a cat napping on sunbeam. You know the murder glare softens up just a tiniest bit...

Opposite of Yi Sang in the physical to verbal affection scale. He likes having you two close to each other in general. Sits close to you and holds your hand, puts an arm around your waist or over your shoulders. If he wants a kiss he will stare until you notice and ask for it. He waits very patiently until you answer.

He is very warm... very cozy to cuddle and sleep with. Meursault chest pillow is real. Nobody will ever take that away from me. And he pets your head or holds you if you ask.

Despite his whole "only doing things when asked" thing if he notices you're not eating well or you're overworked he always offers to help. Texts you at night to remind you to sleep at a reasonable time. It's something like "if you get an insufficient amount of sleep you will not be able to perform well at work tomorrow". But the true Meursault lover knows what it really means.

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melpherno · 2 months

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Hihi!! Can I request some Lovebrush headcanons please?

How would MLs deal with a little painter who’s usually always bright and happy but is suddenly withdrawn and quiet. (The horrors)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

All the boys x reader .

A/N: thank you for the ask, anon! This was kinda fun to imagine.

Note: the reader is referred to as "the little painter".

• Alkaid is a perceptive fellow, it doesn't take him long to notice the difference in the little painter's behaviour. He might as well catch it as soon as he sees the painter's smile droop a little; he also tends to notice how her smile feels more forced, or more ingenuine, or perhaps slightly out of place.

• He reacts coolly on the surface. He is concerned, yes, but he shows it via his actions. He'd tactfully ask her questions about her day, or how she was feeling – trying to get an idea of what was bothering her before giving her advice or trying to help her alleviate this issue flashing a kind smile.

• He suggests the little painter take a break. He either takes her out on walks or a quick trip around the island. He's going to go on a bike ride with her or go bungee jumping, maybe try out a new restaurant, or even watch a new movie together – or perhaps they could stargaze together, that would be the best. After all, he's happy if she is happy with him.

• Ayn is going to pretend like he didn't see that, while he definitely did. He takes in how the little painter simply smiled and waved at him when entering the practice room, sharing a few pleasantries before she quietly sat down on a chair, listening to him play the piano in utter silence. He does appreciate the silence, but this... This is concerning.

• He won't directly ask her in person, but he will send her a message after a few hours when she will probably be resting at home. He won't panic or anything, but he will be very concerned – spamming her with messages. And if he just notices her being online, ignoring his messages, then he will spam a little more. Just a little...

• He will suggest the little painter come over and listen to him playing the piano. And if she is unable to come over at the moment, then he'll happily record himself playing the piano and send it to her via text. Also, he might suggest playing games together; that'll be fun.

• When Clarence starts caring for the little painter, he becomes the second most perceptive person after Alkaid. He picks up the little painter's mood when she walks into the Student Council Office and greets him with a wry smile. She seems rather tired this morning, has she been staying up late again? Has she been working too hard? Has she gone out of her usual routine again? His brain would be rattling with all these questions, raking around to find an answer and come up with a practical solution to them as well.

• He finds the perfect opportunity to ask the little painter about what has been bothering her as of late and then reassures her that he'll help her out with whatever she wants. He'd always keep a calm and collected mind, never panicking.

• He suggests the little painter make lists of her issues and start working on them one by one. Efficient and methodical as always, Clarence provides the little painter with a new schedule to tackle her hobbies, classes, and other activities with ease. Also, he reminds her to take care of herself and take breaks when needed; he also sneaks in a little "date" day in the schedule, expecting the little painter to go all flustered if she ever notices that.

• Being the guardian of the little painter, Cael is the most knowledgeable about her mood and how she's feeling. He notices the little painter's mood being down sooner than anyone else.

• He always keeps a calm mind and asks her what's bothering her, lending an ear to her and listening to her troubles – giving her advice now and then.

• He discusses the issue with the little painter and decides how to make her happy. Oh, the little painter wishes to go on a trip to relax? Sure; he'd plan out an itinerary for her. Or perhaps the little painter wants to be left alone to her thoughts? Sure; he can do that, but he will still keep an eye on her, doting on her until her energy is rejuvenated. Oh, does the little painter want to spend time with Cael? Sure, he'd be more than happy to spend the afternoon accompanying her. (He might even cuddle the little painter if she ever manages to persuade him perfectly)

• He'd be excited at first; greeting the little painter happily when he gets to see her. But then he notices how the little painter responds with less energy than usual – then he concludes that something is wrong.

• He immediately asks the painter what's wrong. He seems slightly panicky on the process as well, waiting for the little painter's response.

• He'd plan a trip for the little painter, or take her out on a little date. He'd do anything to make the little painter smile: buy new art supplies, buy new merchandise or whatever she wants – he'd be more generous and loving than ever; because he'd give away everything just to see his sweet little painter smile and regain her energetic nature again.

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xyoonx · 2 months

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Hi hi! Could I request a lovebrush chronicles request with all five of the boys +MC in modern world? I want it to be a cute polyamorous thing between the six of them! If you're comfortable with that of course ^-^

Something cute and fluffy and like, cafe date with them all already as cute partners or they're all just figuring out that they like each other via all liking MC first but then going like "oh wow this other guy MC knows is super handsome and cute and sweet. OH WAIT All of them are so hot and sweet and cute!!!(internal screaming because of pretty people)"

Or you can do it with them individually if this is too uncomfy!

Thanks so much for just considering this tho!! Hope you're having a great rest of your day!

Enamoured of All

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alkaid, Clarence, Ayn, Lars, Cael . . . ♡

Summary: everyone likes everyone. Yes, this one is completely silly and for the fluff only.

a/n: ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK. I LOVED WRITING IT. have a nice day <333

Alkaid

He was the first to pursue her. Of course, how could the painter girl ever refuse this polite man's invitations? It didn't take her long to fall for Alkaid's charming and gentle personality; she felt her love grow with each and every gift he bought for her, even noting the smallest hints – which brand of chocolate she liked, which brand of paint she preferred to draw with, everything. And the silly adventures they went on together was enough to convince the painter to make her first move.

One day, after class, she planned to go on a bike ride across Harp Island with Alkaid. A good idea, and an even better opportunity to propose. And before the scene of a setting sun, the painter girl asked him out – and Alkaid reciprocated with a smile.

"Sure," Alkaid replied, looking at the girl, "I don't mind as long as you're okay with it."

And of course, they snapped cute pictures together, went to a café (only because the painter girl pleaded), and returned home safely. With that, the first date came to a fruitful end.

Ayn

The next day, students bombarded the painter girl with questions. Where did they go, what did they do, why did she choose him out of all people – and many other trivial questions they had better not even bothered their silly minds about.

And trying to evade the prying questions, she fled to the practice room. It was quiet almost all the time, thanks to the men in black outside, and the painter girl easily sneaked into the room – not before blowing a raspberry at one of the guards just to flex her friendship privileges with the music prodigy, Ayn.

As expected, she found Ayn on the pianoforte – practicing; honing his skills even further as his fingers expertly glided across the keys. Melodies of the piano calmed her down, and she stood nearby, listening to him play. After about two minutes, Ayn played the final note and turned back, greeting the girl with the familiar unceremonious glare. He didn't say much as usual, he'd briefly share greetings, but he was a bit too quiet today, and the painter girl saw it as the perfect opportunity to tease him.

The painter had to probe him with teasing remarks, which weren't so effective as she thought, at one point, she almost thought Ayn was about to end their friendship seeing how grumpy he was acting. That was until he finally slipped out a sentence about Alkaid, and that's exactly when she let out a squeal loud enough to make the guards outside double check on them.

"So, you do agree that he is cute, right?" MC teased, leaning towards Ayn.

"N-No, I don't!" Ayn stammered, turning away to hide the blush that was inevitably creeping up on his face. "Stop saying that. You're being so childish..."

After proceeding to refuse for about 20 minutes, Ayn did prefer to leave a very subtle hint that they looked cute together. Now, anyone would mistake that as envy, but seeing that blush on his face, the painter girl knew that was something else.

"Uh-huh, sure," she said, pursing her lips. "You know, we can add you to the grou–"

"WHAT?!" that has to be the loudest thing Ayn has ever said. "Are you serious? This is between you and Alkaid, I can't come between you two."

"Well, I can ask him and see if he agrees."

And Alkaid did. Of course, he responded that he'd be okay with it as long as the painter girl was – what else could be expected?

And Ayn still refused to believe that this was all happening.

The next date that happened with Ayn and Alkaid took place in the painter girl's house. The main reason behind this date was to make those two get acquainted with eachother and perhaps set some boundaries. And it went alright. Alkaid was like a big brother to Ayn, acknowledging what Ayn had to say, and also listening to him complain about the Music Hall. On the other hand, Ayn even taught Alkaid how to play some of his favourite video games and gave him tips to win. Seemed like a cool match, and the painter girl hoped this to sail smoothly as anticipated.

Clarence

The rumours ran amongst the students again. Pursuing both the handsome astronomy senior and the musician? Painter girl must have some serious charm for this! And the students were left baffled once more when she webbed the straightlaced student council president into this.

And the story behind this was somewhat complicated. Clarence got the information about little painter's dating incidents from William. Clarence, who thought these rumours were fake, continued to ignore the vice-president's rambling. That is until one day, when going back to his apartment after a long day, Clarence spotted Ayn, Alkaid and the little painter at a café together. Poor Clarence felt his dreams get crushed for the first time in his life.

Little painter had a lot to explain the next day...

She willingly went to the student council office, and after almost an hour of explaining, Clarence finally gave in with a sigh.

"I don't mind what you do with them," Clarence stared, fixing his glasses, "just to make you clear, I do not wish to get into this. But..."

Aha! An opportunity to tease him. "But what?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"But I would be glad if you just leave and let me work."

... Ouch.

She gave a displeased look. That was kinda unconvincing though, even the oblivious William could tell Clarence was hiding something.

"Clarence, what is it?" William asked, interrupting the conversation.

"It's none of your concern, William. Go back to wo–"

"You're blushing!" William exclaimed, almost jumping out of his seat and knocking over a pile of papers.

"....." Yep. Clarence will definitely strangle William after this.

Deciding not to accelerate the situation, painter girl only typed a message to Clarence and pressed the sent button. If Clarence wasn't mad at her for that, he would definitely accept the invitation.

Next weekend, she called Alkaid and Ayn over, for their usual hangout. Alkaid brought sparkles this time, and sparkles happily bonded with beanie – seeing that, Ayn couldn't but frown.

"What's wrong, Ayn?" Alkaid asked.

"Nothing it's just..." Ayn sneered. "I don't like animals. I don't want to be near any living creature."

Well, that's quite welcoming...

"Uh-huh, well Ayn you do have Nekko–" the doorbell cut off the painter girl, and judging from the apparent grin of her face, something definitely is about to go down. Leaping to her feet, she practically rushed to the door to get it. Lo and behold, there stood Clarence, in his blue coat. He wasn't entirely surprised to see Ayn and Alkaid there either, he did anticipate this afterall.

Though, it took a while for the painter girl to break the ice between them, they were almost natural when the aspect of playing games, especially board-games, came up: Ayn pretended to be uninterested, but eventually gave in; Clarence, being the master of all kinds of board-games, gave in without hesitation; Alkaid on the other hand preferred to watch them play, but the little painter had to drag him in as well.

Well, I suppose you can convince the Student Council President to join the chaos by bringing up board games.

Lars

Well, at this point, the students weren't surprised to see the little painter hanging out with them three. At some point, she might even tag in someone who they could never imagine. And that's exactly what she did.

On the cruise ship dinner, Lars was invited. And there, the little painter didn't even have to do anything – Lars came up and started to chat with her, making light-hearted jokes, and even treating ber ice-cream as a dessert before dinner.

"Actually, it would be better to have ice-cream after dinner." Their conversation was interrupted by Clarence, who was fixing his glasses as he spoke. Lars and the painter had to blink confusedly before speaking.

"Alright..." Lars said awkwardly. "And you are?"

"Clarence," he said. "The Student Council President."

"Oh, yeah." Lars beamed. "I saw your pictures on our little painter's socials here! She also told me you're quite the smart fella."

Clarence tried his best to look professional and not sigh in disappointment upon seeing the CEO's optimistic behaviour. The little painter really wondered where Alkaid and Ayn were – maybe they're somewhere on the deck, talking about either photography or music.

And honestly, it didn't take her much effort to tie Lars into this. He was a busy man; he couldn't visit them every weekend, but he did come by once or twice a month – and the other boys started to get used to his personality as well.

Cael

Well, this started to feel more like a found family rather than a love group. And they liked to keep it that way. They'd come by if anyone needed help of any kind, and they treated each other like their family members almost. So, when the painter told Cael about this, his primary reaction was somewhere between "that's ridiculous" and "what the fuck".

Just to prove that little painter wasn't lying, and they treated her like a little sister compared to a lover, she planned a little café date with all of them. And they all agreed, meeting up at the small yet popular café near the campus.

At first, the boys were continuing their usual talk, asking about their days, and what had been going on and all, but they all fell quiet the moment Cael walked in. Alkaid averted his gaze, remembering that Cael was the person who saw him at the mountain on the day of the accident. Ayn didn't even bother talking because he didn't know Cael much. Clarence, who didn't expect the special guest to be a professor, immediately felt a great amount of embarrassment and refrained from talking. Lars, on the other hand, happily continued the chat – starting with the formalities and asking about Cael's whereabouts. And Cael replied to the invitation just out of politeness.

After the little date, the little painter was kind of confused. Cael didn't accept to join their group, but he didn't say anything negative either. Well, suppose there's a chance. It might take a while to get him down...

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xbalayage · 6 months

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Starred Eyes, Spring Lips

Alkaid/Reader Fluff WC: 644

Once arriving at the gardens, the familiar caress of angel feathers danced between you both as hands stayed interlocked together. It wasn't like him to continue to hold your hand and once you turned to ask, you stopped in your tracks, getting caught in his emerald eyes that had been admiring yours. Time seemed to stop in his stare, leaving your cheeks to warm as you searched his gaze; it seemed like he was thinking, turning over a thought in his mind.

The winter snow painted a picturesque scene of blankets of white to behold, etched into the trees, grass and fountain, decorating his blond locks and eye lashes as well. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Not long before you arrived here did he gift you with an array of stars that swam in your eyes that filtered the night sky, using his magic to do so. He'd already crossed more lines that a typical magus bodyguard would normally do, too far gone to recover at all from his selfish desires and the spell you've put on his conscience.

"Alkaid— what's wrong?" The moon captured his beauty as a smile suddenly reached both his lips and jeweled eyes; your breath hitched at the sight, his hand now squeezing yours with thoughtful intent. All his response was, was your name. And it sounded like the sweetest sound in your ears.

He was slow about it but confidence swam in his actions, although still awkward as his other hand reached up to cup your cheek, allowing his thumb to rub at the apple of it. You were frozen in place, your heart thrumming at an alarming speed, anticipating and wondering all at once what was going through Alkaid's mind. Snow fluttered to your lashes to which you blinked away, afraid to miss what he'd do next.

Before you realized it, he was slowly leaning in, allowing the distance both in body and face to lessen. He was mere inches away now, you could feel his warm breath against your face; his eyes danced from your lips and landed back captivated by your eyes - he whispered. "Goddess, may I kiss you?"

For the first time, you had no doubts in your mind. He's protected you countless times, has lied to the Arch Mage in your stead, always makes sure you were safe and fed, always bending to your will. He'd give his life for yours without a second thought. As long as you lived, you smiled, he'd accept any fate.

The sound of your own heartbeat was so deafening, that the sound of his asking tone was silenced. This is what you wanted, right? The many times you've yearned for his touch, for his embrace, for his rosy lips to meet with yours. You couldn't help yourself any longer at the invitation.

The cold wind blew past but it did nothing to chill your body as you leaned up, allowing your lips to collide with his own, melting into the arm that allowed your hand to fall as it seemingly wrapped in quickness around your waist to make sure you didn't fall. Your eagerness surprises him at first, but it wasn't unwelcomed as he smiles, returning the kiss. The freezing touch of winter was long forgotten in his warm embrace, as if the never ending winter turned to a lifelong spring at his wake.

Flowers bloomed and stars danced around where you both stood but they went unnoticed, completely enraptured by the taste of his tongue that slipped past its way into your mouth. You were lost in the essence and being that was Alkaid; allowing both arms to find station around his neck, deepening the clear deeply rooted craving you both had for one another. This was forbidden — and yet, you mentally prayed that this was a dream; one you'd never wake up from.

#lovebrush chronicles #lbc #for all time #alkaid x reader #lbc x reader #lovebrush chronicles x reader #fics.#my fics.#lovebrush chronicles fluff

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suonscr · 3 months

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Finally drawing again tday,feeling good that im outta artblock after 3 months >_< Heres a smalllllll rorschach doodle @ school,im super proud of it rn (approximately 45 mins)

Ironically i still hvnt drawn ayn even tho this blog is ayn-dedicated.but oh well,i suppose the luo xia fans will (hopefully) eat tis up :3

REFERENCE (for all time cn)

17/1/24 ©aizyinn - do not repost

#lars rorschach #rorschach #for all time #lovebrush chronicles x oc #lovebrush chronicles #for all time x oc #lars x oc #lars x reader #lbc x reader #lovebrush chronicles x reader #for all time x reader #my art #traditional art #doodles

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norieoncrack · 3 months

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𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙖

(𝙽): 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alkaid McGrath, Lars Rorschach, Clarence Clayden, Ayn Alwyn, Cael Anselm.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Headcannon.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: They/them.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You called them by a weird nickname.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: ooc characters, please note I made this for shits and giggles and is not meant to be taken seriously, thank you.

𝘼𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙞𝙙

♡ “Hm? Is there something you need, darling?”

♡ Was a bit confused at first but recovers fast.

♡ He might have already guessed it was going to happen at some point in your relationship, however didn't think it would be so soon.

♡ Would tease you back for the weird nickname and potentially use a weird nickname as well.

♡ If you used the weird nickname in public he won’t really mind, however as your punishment for doing so you’re sentenced to cuddles and headpats.

♡ “You’re so cute, my little gremlin with a pencil~” you called him garlic bread.

♡ Nicknames that were used: star stalker, garlic bread, rocky mountain oysters, garden hoe-

𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙨

♡ “Really? Goldie locks??”

♡ He doesn’t hate it, he likes it but he usually pouts when you call him by a very random nickname out of nowhere.

♡ He doesn’t mind the more “tame” versions of your nicknames if you used them in publics, the others? He’s gonna sulk.

♡ Will get revenge by calling you with weird nicknames as well, however is not very creative with them.

♡ Your punishment for these nicknames will usually be no cuddles nor kisses until you comfort him out of his sulking phase.

♡ “That still isn’t enough for me to get out of my sulking phase, snail eggs.”

♡ Nicknames that were used: Waffle fries, baby with a wallet, Goldie locks, w a l n u t

𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

♡ “B-Buffalo wings?? What makes you say that?”

♡ Flabbergasted, shocketh, his reaction would probably be the funniest.

♡ Will never get used to you calling him nicknames out of nowhere especially when you call him “buttery croissant”

♡ Do NOT try to call him any of the weird nicknames when he’s at an important event because if you do, I hope your brain has the mental capacity for the extra tutoring from him.

♡ He will try to call you with a weird nickname but will end up snickering to himself when he sees your face and in the end laughs to himself quietly.

♡ “Your answer is wrong, hairless cat.”

♡ Nicknames that were used: Rubiks cube, eight grade math teacher, cat dad, paralysis demon, buttery croissant, buffalo wings.

𝘼𝙮𝙣

♡ "Call me Tsundere one more time, I dare you"

♡ The most unamused out of all of them, he doesn't entirely hate it... later on but it is a nightmare when you started calling him all sorts of things.

♡ He will ignore you in public if you try to call him with any of the names, if you provoke him hard enough consider dodging lessons with the number of times he's gonna shut you up with kisses, or not-

♡ You think he might not call you with weird nicknames but don't let your guard down too quick, he's going to make you regret calling him "short king" (he's not short compared to the average height but since he was the shortest out of everyone on the list I thought it would be funny)

♡ Once you're done and finish with your weird nickname shenanigans it's his turn to attack with the list of weird nicknames he's compiled in secret.

♡ "Where are you looking at, hagfish~?"

♡ Nicknames that were used: emo vampire, batfish, scaramouche kinnie (no offence-).

𝘾𝙖𝙚𝙡

♡ "Breakfast is Crepes with whipped cream and strawberries"

♡ Out of of all the people, he's the one who doesn't seem to have a reaction at all to your nickname shenanigans, he took care of you, of course he's prepared for your chaos.

♡ He doesn't even care what you call him in public, he's that unbothered by it it almost makes you feel bored, however...

♡ Cael seems to frown and has this annoyed look on him, even if it was brief every time you call him by a certain nickname.

♡ He won't treat you out of the ordinary even when you use the nicknames that make him frown a bit, though don't expect to know how he's planning to teach you a lesson in his own way.

♡ "You're drink is bitter? Perhaps I should just give you milk, fetus~" safe to say the war is far from over.

♡ Nicknames that were used: Marinated wine, dinosaur's cousin, princess, great great great great great grandfather.

Au notes: I was bored.

#lbc x reader #lovebrush chronicles x reader #clarence x reader #ayn x reader #alkaid x reader #lars x reader #cael x reader #♡|fics by author #♡|simping

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dangopango00 · 2 months

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After Last Night

Waking up with him after a hookup

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 |

FAT/LBC men x gn reader (William Included for all my Aris out there)

CW: very suggestive, maybe dubcon?? (Mentioned that Lars and reader were both drunk in his)

A/N: waking up with cael is waking up behind bars thats croomf, groomf even 😭😭😭 im jp u dk him since ur childhood here ok this is a safe space

Edit: Alkaid rewrite 🥶🥶

more utc

LARS / LUO XIA (罗夏)

- SCENARIO: You’re in a similar or complementary industry to him and he’s had his eye on you a bit, admiring how you present yourself but you never really became too closely acquainted. One crazy night of drinking during a negotiations meeting later and two lonely busy old people get busy (30 isnt old sorry. Uncalled for)

- You wake up first; he is KNOCKED OUT

- He wakes up with the wildest bedhead normally and even moreso today. He’s drooling and sprawled out across the couch with a loose hold on your body (Just his arm slung around you as he sleeps)

- His grip on you tightens if you try to leave the couch but if you’re insistent he’ll just let you go; whine grumbles about it in his sleep

- He has work and he’s very busy so he’ll have to leave soon but he wants to make it up to you because he wasn’t being professional; he makes the effort to at least chat or have breakfast with you before leaving which you don’t mind since you’re busy as well

- He usually doesn’t do hookups since he’s busy, doesn’t want to lead anyone on and knows he’ll get attached too easily so he rlly dk what happened, he was lonely but ayayay this is a mess. He does his absolute best to make things less awkward for you

- This scenario would actually be so wild bc if you wanted to do it again while sober I don’t think he’d say no LOL as soon as you had breakfast/chatted he started to like you even more I think and remembers last night being really great so

- I don’t think he’d initiate it if you did do it again though because he feels really bad about being unprofessional but ever since that night if he ever sees you his eyes are glued to you, your body and all its curves and/or edges; he’s so distracted help him 😭😭

- It’s even worse if he’s pent up, he actually will just. Avoid you if you don’t assure him it’s alright he doesn’t want to be weird and he knows he wont be able to focus so he gets a little nervous around you from then on

ALKAID / LU CHEN (路辰）

- SCENARIO: You’re his classmate and more importantly, his film dealer. You’ve been selling him film and camera repairs for a pretty good price compared to how high the quality is from a small shop that doesn’t get too much traction because it’s more of an antique shop but you do offer more. He was usually standardly polite and short maybe with an extra question out of curiosity here and there before becoming a regular over time. You eventually started tacking on a few more comments and questions than necessary but not so many that it’s noticeable, chatting him up a bit im class as well until you started actively seeking him out, being curious about him and you two became friends. Since this is an edit I’m gonna say like Ayn, you’re probably already in a situationship by the time you hook up but unlike Ayn you haven’t kissed yet (he’d at least ask you out or vice versa before kissing i think) You were over at his apartment to study and help bathe Sparkle; just generally hang out and after a PAINFUL amount of tension building with playful comments and little touches so much so that you ended up kissing him and one thing lead to another !!

- You wake up first but likely go back to sleep and he wakes up during that time tbh. I feel like his home is cozy as hell not to mention Sparkle climbing up and cuddling with you

- He let you wear his clothes to bed since yours got messy and he noticed that you were shivering, freezing from wearing. Well. Nothing. So he let you borrow something and his entire face is red including his ears an neck, it’s quite a view— both you and him

- He ghosts his thumb over your features, his gentle touch almost unnoticeable as he notes each unique thing about you as if trying to identify different stars in the sky

- You had already cuddled up to him in your sleep and he lays in bed with you in his loose embrace for an absurd amount of time until he decides his heart has had enough and gets up to make you both breakfast, you stirring a bit in your sleep in the process

- He kept trying to find an opportunity to get up before but you clung to him so he couldn’t find it in himself to leave you gn but when he did eventually get up he just kissed the crown of your head and gently pulled your arms off of him, then laying you down

- His bed head is just his normal hair honestly and he doesn’t move too much, just snores a little bit and slightly drools

- He’s embarrassed the rest of the day, his usual charismatic persona failing on him when he needs it most and he’s a bit nervous not knowing if you’d felt the same as him or if it was just lust. Though all that is quickly nipped in the bud when you give him a kiss on the cheek and confess properly, holding his hands in yours

- Deciding he’s wasted enough time being a dork He offers to take you on your first date in a nearby cafe since it was pretty impromptu but he still says it with a helpless smile and slight blush. On this date he def took pictures and has them pinned on his wall; they’ll quickly become some of his most prized photos

CLARENCE / SI LAN (司岚）

- SCENARIO: You two went to the same high school all four years and maybe even the same middle school at some point but you never really interacted because he was busy with schoolwork and so were you so you really never felt the need to bother him. Little did you know Clarence had the biggest crush on you since you met and after being acquainted through the student council you became friends. Upon growing closer and some worrying about how little he relaxes later and you mayyy have accidentally made out with him a little in the council room after hours 🥺 then took it back to your apartment 🥺🥺 and ended up sleeping together 🥺🥺🥺

- He wakes up first and just stares at the ceiling. how did this happen oh my god. Not in a bad way but oh my GOD. -Clarence

- He’s so embarrassed by last night especially with his own behavior. Just remembering the sounds he made and the words he said has him reeling; he must’ve told you he loved you 100,000 times

- he just stays completely still hoping you’re still asleep and once you wake up he shuts his eyes so fast kind of trying to pretend to be asleep but with how tightly his eyes and lips are shut you know he’s awake

- You give him a little kiss on his eyelids and lips and he knows he’s caught; he blushes but then kind of just lets a small exasperated smile wash over his face; he really doesn’t know what to do

- His bedhead is basically the same as his normal but more messy around the bangs also he snores a tiny bit but thats pretty much it

- He’s pretty happy and normal when he isn’t thinking about the specifics of last night’s events

- He even goes ahead and makes breakfast for you and him as well as his cats (they’re probably the ones who woke yall up lol)

- He doesn’t do hook ups and he’s liked you so long so he reaalllly realllllllllyyyyy hopes you’ll consider getting to know him more and let him take you out on a couple dates because even if his hands are clammy the whole time he’d be so happy

WILLIAM / CHEN ZIHAN (陈子涵）

- SCENARIO: You two have always been best friends with no question of whether or not your feelings were platonic. Well he had no question. You on the other hand had been crushing on him for a while now but didn’t want to ruin the friendship. That was until college. He started noticing you more and your qualities: how you’ve matured and how you’re there when no one else is, so his feelings have gotten a little bit more than just platonic. He justified it as appreciation and normal friend things all the way up until you two suddenly decided to “test out” what kissing and making out would be like. Platonically of course. Since neither of you had ever been in a serious relationship. The sex part was just testing too, trust 🙏

- You wake up first but that doesn’t stop him from having an existential crisis when he wakes up

- You’re excited although a bit nervous from anticipation honestly since you already knew your feelings were not platonic but you didn’t know what he’d think so instead of worrying you just poke his face and admire him sleeping

- His bedhead is crazy, some of his hair sticks up and he has a pool of drool under him. He snores too— finally getting to release his feelings has him K.Od it was tew good

- You go to make breakfast or shower or something and he’d probably wake up during that time bc he doesn’t feel your warmth anymore

- Like Clarence, Liam wakes up perplexed and embarrassed and he’s worried he may have crossed a line doing what he did last night since you were supposed to be just friends! He’s freaking out so bad! come back he needs reassurance 😭

- When you get back he’s so apologetic and is just so nervous around you until you broach the subject, reassuring him that you don’t mind what happened

- After you sort out your thoughts on what happened and have a loooong talk about it you’re pretty much back to being normal and you even hang out for a bit longer, watching some movies and baking together although he does still blush and fumble his words around you a little

- He’s scared to tell you he would rather be yours than be your fwb (friend with benefits) bc this is his first hookup but considering he’s been your best friend and crush for so long you feel the same way so you end up dating pretty soon after

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chalkscene · 3 months

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lovebrush chronicles ⇢ NOT LEAVING THIS GARDEN OF EDEN

you did follow through your plan, you tell yourself. you saved earth and went straight back home. you just didn’t plan on going back to eden. after all, home is where the heart is.

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

note: reimagined eden endings because i’m still sad i didn’t pull a single eden ssr illustra <//3 also i apologize for the big blocks of texts lmao

“hey, chief. remember little leaf?” o’connor suddenly asks. AYN freezes at the mention of his second-in-command’s endearment for you and though he doesn’t mean to intimidate his companion, there’s a permanent glare in his gaze on o’connor which makes the latter panic in fear. o’connor’s hands shoot straight to his head as he begs, “please don’t burn my hair. it was just a question.” the chief stifles a snort, “i’m not gonna do anything.” o’connor sighs in relief before ayn answers his earlier inquiry, “i remember. why do you ask?” “i was just wondering. how do you think she’s doing?” in an attempt to mask the longing he still feels since you left, ayn simply shrugs, “safe, probably. she’s home now.” “she is.” it’s not o’connor who speaks this time and just like that, ayn feels his entire body go tense—he’d know that voice anywhere. unbeknownst to him, you’ve been standing just a few feet behind him. the moment you walked into the busy tavern today, the members of the order perked up at the sight of you but before they could express the slightest glee, you urgently signalled them to hush. you’re grateful that despite their undying loyalty to ayn, they play along. when you finally speak, the room falls into complete silence as every single member of the order awaits ayn’s reaction. his suspicions are confirmed by the smirk from o’connor who’s now looking past him and straight at you, beaming, “hey, little leaf!” ayn spins on his heel to face you, the usually blunt man now rendered speechless. you can’t help but tease him, “i can’t believe i managed to sneak up on you. you’re losing your touch, ayn.” the seconds that follow pass in a blur and you find yourself in the strong yet gentle embrace of ayn’s arms once again. “you’re back…” ayn mutters, clear disbelief in his tone as if to convince himself that he’s not dreaming and you barely contain your giggles, feeling hopelessly smitten with this boy, “like you said. i’m home.”

with the lantern glowing in his hand, ALKAID is strolling along a commercial district—the exact replica of the street he took you to in eden—and like they always do, his thoughts drift back to you. if you could see this new eden, would you be proud of him? he can’t help but wonder. he hasn’t fully regained his capacity to feel a multitude of emotions since he paid the price to rebuild eden into a better place but one thing’s for certain—he yearns for you. but he also knows that if a star were to fall from the sky tonight, it would be incredibly selfish of him to wish for your return. he can only wish for your safety and happiness wherever you are. that should be enough, he tells himself. you already granted him three days to be his lover—much more than what he deserved after everything he had done. he’s not in any position to demand for more. but the universe is quick to differ because sitting on a bench just a few feet away now is your figure. before he can stop himself, alkaid calls your name and you immediately turn to the sound of his voice. both falling in a state of disbelief at the sight of each other, neither of you say anything for a moment. “hi,” you speak first. it takes some effort but alkaid manages to find his voice, “what are you doing here?” “i didn’t know where to look for you,” you suppose that’s not exactly what he meant with his question but your reply still answers it all the same—i came back because i promised i’d find you. your eyes then dart to the lantern in his hands, “you still have it.” “i kept it. i don’t know why i brought it with me though,” he admits bashfully, his boyish grin so childlike it leaves no trace of the master of eden he used to be. and it’s the loveliest you’ve ever seen him. “i was going to give it to you before you left,” alkaid adds, “you can have it now so you can bring it back home… if you want it.” “if that’s the only reason you’re giving it to me then i can’t take it,” you try to sound as solemnly as you can and guilt immediately gnaws at you when alkaid visibly deflates at the rejection. still, out of respect for your decision, he simply gives a resigned nod, ”i understand.” “i don’t think you do.” you can no longer fight the smile pulling on the corners of your lips and alkaid looks nothing short of confused. “alkaid, i’m staying.”

after a long trip beyond the borders of eden, LARS couldn’t be more ecstatic to go home and get some rest but as he rummages his backpack for his keys, something at the foot of the door catches his eye—a small pot of cactus. maybe his mind is playing tricks on him but the prickly succulent looks identical to the one he gifted you during your time in eden. he recounts the past events, from your arrival in this world down to the moment you left. he’s sure he packed the cactus for you. “at least, put that in a box before you stuff it in my bag next time,” you quip as you come into lars’s view, raising your finger to show him the small bandage over the spot where the cactus pricked you. with the traveler stood frozen and speechless, you take it upon yourself to cross the distance between the two of you. soon, lars is reaching for your hand as if to inspect the tiny wound but that is the furthest thing from his mind right now. he’s trying to process the sight of you standing in front of him and holding his hand and that this is all, in fact, very real. still, he manages to match your teasing. “how about daisies, hm? would that be better?” brazenness drips from his tone but there’s obvious sincerity swimming in his eyes. you can’t even describe how badly you missed those blue eyes. “much,” you tell him. in an instant, the playful atmosphere dissipates until there’s nothing but genuine longing in the air surrounding you both. “i thought you went home,” he says softly but you don’t miss the subtle shiver in his voice as he keeps it steady. “i did.” “why did you come back?” “i wanted to see you again.” “but it’s safer there.” “i feel safer with you.” lars doesn’t have a rebuttal to that. “i missed you, lars.” “i missed you, too,” he mutters as he takes you in his arms, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead, “are you sure about this? i don’t think i can let you go again.” with a giggle, you cradle his face and bring him closer for a kiss that he’s eager to reciprocate. “i don’t want you to,” you mumble against his lips.

eden has begun to live up to its name since CLARENCE took over but sometimes, the falcon in him still comes out and clarence finds himself at a shooting range practicing his aim—not that he ever needs it. he can hit multiple bullseyes in a row within seconds. but better safe than sorry and today is no exception. when he shoots the last of his ammunition, an audible thud shortly follows, catching his attention. he immediately glances at the target and at the center, among his many gunshots, one rubber bullet stands out. on full alert, clarence scans the area to deduce the possible source of the dart only to be met by the last person he ever expected to find in eden—you. “i didn’t think i’d get that on the first try,” you quip. “what are you doing here?” the urgency in his voice contradicts the cheeky expression on your face. “i took some shooting lessons and i wanted to show you,” you tell him proudly, “but i’m not sure if they’re eden standards.” clarence huffs out a laughter at your remark as he shakes his head in amusement. your playful wit hasn’t changed one bit, to his relief. “if you want me to teach you, just ask,” he banters. “i literally hit a bullseye,” you retort but clarence only shrugs, “beginner’s luck.” his mock indifference reminds you of the clarence—or rather, the falcon—you met when you first arrived in eden. it’s only been a few months but it all feels like a distant memory that you can’t help but laugh about it now. not wanting to waste another second apart from him, you cross the space separating you, running into his arms where he catches you with ease. “i was scared you wouldn’t remember me,” you mutter against his shoulder and a soft chuckle escapes him as he deems the mere idea of your confession ridiculous, “i never stopped thinking about you.” when you eventually pull away, clarence’s gaze drops to the gun in your hand. “what kind of gun is that?” “this?” you hold it up so clarence can get a better look at it, “it’s a nerf gun. and it’s just a toy.” you point the gun at clarence and aim for his arm. before he can protest, you pull the trigger to prove it causes no serious injury, “see?” still, the impact makes him flinch. “where did you get it?” “i brought it with me.” the insinuation of home in your reply slightly dampens clarence’s mood. he can’t help but ask, “how long are you staying?” “depends,” you answer in a tone that’s unwaveringly cheery, “how long are the lessons you promised?” the corners of clarence’s lips quirk up at your joshing and hope begins to bubble in his chest, “as long as you want them.”

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gepazu · 6 months

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imagine lovestruck clarence who gifts you a box of his favorite puzzle so you can call him and ask for his help; cheekily spending the entirety of the afternoon in the silence of your hardwork and his bubbly, high-school girlish glee.

imagine lovestruck clarence who gives you anything you may need (or simply like) the minute he picks up on your wants. oh? you like this new brand of chocolate? he's gifting it to you every time he visits your home! maybe there's this new toy you want but can't buy because it's a tiny bit out of your monthly budget? better be ready because he's already mailing that thing to your doorway right this second <3 !

imagine lovestruck clarence who takes you out on dates that are absolutely and perfectly to your liking. he picks up on the do's and don'ts from small conversations with his head on your shoulder or you wrapped in his arms, head on his stomach—rambling almost endlessly to the man who hangs on every word you say like a fresh coat strung on a coat racket. he most certainly won't settle for less when it's you and his' relationship on the line—so even if he has to run across campus to get a tie you like on him he absolutely will! (or he's just dumb (lovingly) for you <3).

imagine lovestruck clarence who fits himself into the tiny crevices of your heart - admiring each beat and pulse as if it were his own, the tips of his ears a shiny apple red that's oh so painfully obvious under your gaze. his lip quivers, his heart jumps—and he does it all for and because of you <3.

just . . imagine clarence who's so utterly and hopelessly in love with you. he's lovestruck (literally).

#nah bro i think IM the one who's lovestruck atp #stuco clarence ... <3 <3 <//3 #clarence just give me one more chance (i will love you till the end of time)#꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ khas sobs ‘n screams over lovebrush chronicles ~ ᰔ ₊ ˚#꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ khas’ writings ~ ᰔ ₊ ˚#for all time x reader #lbc x reader #lovebrush x reader #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #clarence clayden #clarence clayden x reader #clarence x reader #clarence #for all time

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lovebrushed · 6 months

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my lovebrushed girl<33

( @merantidote is my art sideblog btw! posted it here cos this is my LBC blog)

#this took FOREVERP #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrushed art #lbc x reader #for all time #lovebrush fanart #lovebrush chronicles fanart #lovebrush MC #the quality is sooo bad what the hell #lovebrush chronicles x reader #artwork #digital art

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mello-bee · 3 months

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ship mc with the actual LIs ❌

ship mc with a dead side character with whom she develops a deep friendship that goes beyond time and space ✅

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ruinaimagines · 1 year

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Can I get uhhh Vergilius x Reader hcs 👉👈 I love that miserable miserable man

He is truly truly sad, someone come help him pls

Vergilius x Reader Headcanons:

How?? Did you get close to this man?? He has like 800 emotional walls up so it’s going to take a long while before you actually get anywhere. This is only increased by tenfold after what happened to the orphanage and his office.

Though if you did manage to get close to him I think that if you hold a good heart and desire to make change he would favor you… a bit more. But there is a fine line between making progress and playing the long careful game rather than being a reckless idiot. Please don’t be the latter; he already has enough to worry about.

Warming up towards you is something that he can’t really stop from happening, but is still a very dangerous game to play. You might come to find that you’re on good terms with him but he will still randomly close off from time to time, this isn’t your fault but instead stems from his own internal turmoil of getting too friendly. It just takes patience and all will be well again.

If he meets you outside of his work then he will do everything in his power for you to not become involved in any possible way. The closer and more you know, the higher the chance you yourself might get immersed in the dangerous work, or even worse Iori gets her eyes on you.

Unless you yourself are another fixer he has a bit of a problem with underestimating you- not out of malice or anything, nor does he think you’re incapable he just really doesn’t want to risk anything. He trusts you to be efficient in your fields but anything else he will keep a very close watchful eye over you.

Charon is the only one who really knows about your blossoming relationship, and even then she doesn’t fully know the details because she doesn’t bother to ask much. Everyone else that has heard of you thinks you are solely a business partner or acquaintance- nothing less, nothing more.

If you do meet him because you share a similar line of work it’s a bit more complicated. He doesn’t want to hold your hand or come across like he’s favoring you, so he treats you indiscriminately, but at the same time deep down he is concerned for you. He has absolutely no control over what you are going up against and that nags at him because he has no clue what could happen to you.

I wouldn’t say he’s a super controlling person, but he is definitely one who wants to be aware of what you are doing and where you are going at almost all times, especially if he’s begun caring for you in a romantic sense. You’ll have privacy of course, but there’s a lot of people who want him dead and you could very easily become a prime target should they figure out his relationship with you. He needs that reassurance that you’re safe, and in the case where you aren’t he can get there quickly.

I am so sorry if you are a fan of PDA but this man is god awful with it. Like he is as stiff as a concrete pillar in public and will not really reciprocate to any touch you make. This isn’t due to the fact he doesn’t feel the same way, or is embarrassed, but because he is just really awkward and constantly concerned someone might see and jump you later.

If your relationship came to fruition would probably be on the down low, and should anyone relating to him besides Charon ever find out about it they will keep their mouth shut. He knows his ways of being intimidating and very few desire to cross him.

Speaking of which, if there is anyone trash talking you or in general giving you a hard time for no reason he does not put up with that. Will either stare at them with such intensity that they can virtually feel the irritation, or will chastise them and quickly shut them up. And when this man glares you can feel it even if you are not looking at him, like holes burning straight through your back.

Takes you out to eat places, completely his treat. He has a hard time vocalizing his feelings because of the emotional weight and trauma he has, but that doesn’t mean he won’t do his best to show you through gifts or acts of service. The times you meet up he usually has a little bag neatly tied to hand over to you, filled with anything he thinks you’ll like as he speaks with that long, droning voice of his.

Will pick you up things on the way home or to where you reside if they remind him of you. This does include more light-hearted things like plushies, and it’s a bit amusing to see such an intimidating stoic man gripping one in his arm when you open the door to face him. He holds onto things tight too. Poor plush probably is having its life strangled out of it.

His touch is almost like a ghost, just barely hovering over your skin with such hesitation like he’s scared that if he holds onto you, you’ll shatter. If you look closer you’ll see the way they sometimes shake as though he’s worried about testing the waters.

When he does embrace you it is firm, secure, distant but full of longing. His hair falls over his face as he crooks his neck to place his chin on your shoulder. He’s not super talkative at times like these, but even so not many words need to be exchanged.

There have been very few times, but you have seen him breaking down a bit. It feels uncomfortable for him, a bit humiliating even to be seen in such a vulnerable state. He usually deals with his problems alone, even if it’s not the healthiest route, so even if someone like you is there for him he’s going to struggle in reaching out.

He appreciates your will to stand alongside him and listen, but there are many things he doesn’t really tell you. Not unless they bubble up to the surface and bring him to a point of distress. Often so long as he isn’t in immediate turmoil he disregards or undermines the impact it has on him, putting off facing it for later.

Please just hold him close if and while he cries. It gives him a sense of comfort, reminds him that he’s not entirely alone. He’s not expecting answers to his problems or solutions, just someone to accompany him and listen.

Okay but on a less serious note you get to know all the drama happening at the job, and he does not hold back when he’s trash-talking too. It’s honestly so funny because you will hear some of the most obscure borderline-insults as he describes some of the batshit things the sinners do and how he is completely bewildered on how they even thought that would be a good idea. Sure they are all selected for a reason but god he doesn’t understand how some of them hadn’t died before they got hired in Limbus Company. He has a lot of pent up irritation because he doesn’t want to be the guide in the first place and ranting about it helps as well as serves as a source of entertainment for you so… double win.

Okay but you are a breath of fresh air and lord does he need one. Just offer companionship and give him time and see where things take you.

#limbus company #lbc #limbus company vergilius #vergilius #vergil #limbus company x reader #lbc x reader #x reader #vergilius x reader #vergil x reader #limbus company vergilius x reader #lbc vergilius x reader #vergilius headcanons #headcanons #hcs #leviathan #leviathan vergilius #project moon

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