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We're Maira and Meg.

2 bodacious besties collaborating here on tumblr!

It's our first time writing publicly. Wish us luck!

As always, minors do not interact. Our blog will explore adult themes. (Very adult themes) All minors will be blocked and publicly hanged. (jk) (not really) (uwu)

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★― Masterlist

a fellow ’03 liner who somehow made it to second year accounting (??) while constantly existing somewhere between reality and fiction.

2/2 of megandmaira

✨ lore drop ✨

haunted by thoughts of broody fictional men with emotional repression issues

currently fixated on the yandere trope (this says something about me, unfortunately)

the 'Storm and Silence' series by Robert Thier is the best literature of our times (fight me)

drawn to fictional angst, slow burns, forced proximity, and stories that linger a little too long...

enjoys analysing literature/media

finds comfort in music, writing, and late-night rambles

chronically inside my own head; thinking, analysing, romanticising

A 2003 born, food loving, music enjoying 3rd year biotech university student.

1/2 of megandmaira

Funfacts anyone??

Almost got rabies from a cat bite

Favourite book series of all time: The Heroes of Olympus.

First ever book series: FableHaven by Brandon Mull (highly recommend)

4 doggos (1 in heaven <3)

Top 5 artists currently: Radiohead, Noah Kahan, The Smiths, Adrianne Lenker, Mitski

Was a Kpop stan before it got popular (Army till I die)

Unironically still plays Clash of Clans (Level 12 town hall woohoo)

Greatest show of all time = Avatar the Last Airbender

We've been mia. Sorry kittens, daddies have been busy suffering through the relentless trials and tribulations life has been thundercunting us with. But we are back now and are continuing our wips.

Complaints of the new season! We hope the transition into the new year has been seamless for you lot. It certainly hasn't been for us lol, but we're still kicking about. New works to come soon. And since we have a sizable chunk of you subscribed to our mayhem (500+ woohoo!!!!), we feel some intro posts are in order. Those coming soon. hopefully

Thank you for the support. We love you all.

Sorry we haven't been too active as of late. This holiday season had brought some unexpected twists and turns. Hopefully, we can get back to our regular posting schedule soon.

We wish you all again very merry Christmas and a prosperous new year.

All our love

Ah, exam stress. The pain is shared, darling 😞😞

What are you studying? I'm a biotech student. Maira is an accounting student (she's suupperr smart like that.)

Maira and I have been dyyyyiiinnnggg to get him out already. And the first part is about 80% done. December time is always hectic for us both.

Also, we're kiinnda nervous because the first installment is mainly foundation setting, you know? Laying the bricks so to speak.

But thank you for the continued interest. It's such a compliment that people want to read our works.

Oh, and good luck for your remaining exams nonnie. Here's a super short, angsty dinner snippet, just for you.

The clinking of crockery against porcelain plates filled the silence in the otherwise barren dining hall. You look up from your plate, your reflection vaguely glimmering in the pale porcelain. Across from you sat your husband, Duke Nanami Kento. The mahogany table seemed to span acres; both of you sat at opposite poles.

The distance seemed insurmountable. The need for an obscenely long table, despite there only being 2 occupants, was beyond you. Perhaps it was the manifestation of his unwanted closeness with you. Or perhaps it was just a table. Days spent in isolation within this gilded cage had your mind running amok.

Nearly all of your meals had been taken alone. The Duke had always found an excuse to eat at a different time, to not eat with you. That's why his presence in the dining hall had been disconcerting to say the least. It would appear that today, his hunger had won over his disdain for you.

Mustering courage from the very pits of your soul, you set your napkin down after a quick dab to your lips.

"Are...are you fond of lamb?" you asked tentatively, internally cringing at how unnatural the question sounded.

He paused his chewing ever so slightly, sparing you a glance above the bridge of his nose. You found yourself scrambling for words to elaborate, anything to engage in a conversation with the man who was now your husband.

"It's just that my father's kingdom overlooks the sea. We indulge in mostly food from the waters. Fish and such. We don't eat much lamb, so-"

"I am fond of enjoying my meals in silence."

His voice was so measured, you hadn't even realised he'd cut you off. You physically recoiled, your hope at finally easing the tension between you both slinking back down your throat.

The meal continued in silence, and despite your best efforts, you weren't able to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat.

He never joined you again. And you no longer yearned for him to either.

Comfort after a hard day with your boyfriend, Nanami Kento cw: mommy issues, self-doubt, angst/comfort Based on this request

Clouds hung low across the Tokyo skyline, watercolour grey and heavy with the promise of rain. You scurried along the pavement, eager to embrace the warmth your apartment would surely offer, the day having taken its toll. It was as if penance was actively owed on your part, past life grievances coming back to bite you in the arse all at once, manifesting in possibly the absolute worst, god forsaken, tumultuous 12 hours ever had by anyone, ever.

It was incredible how much could go wrong in a few hours. How, in one day alone, the warmth and growth of months could be pissed down the drain.

Your morning had gone well enough- a peck to Nanami's cheek before he left for work, perfectly golden toast and wonderfully sweet tea. Then came that awful call from your mother right before you left for work. Apparently, your mother had seen it fit to grind at your bones first thing in the morning, her shrill voice narrating a dialogue used time and time again. One where you're some villainous, ungrateful child, the habits of which are "intolerable" and "selfish".

I have had the absolute worst week ever. Like so comically bad I just have to sit down and laugh 😭 Angry customers, crazy family drama over the holidays, everything's breaking and nothings quite going right. One of those weeks, yk? So if i could get this, I promise I would cherish it forever oml😭🫶

-i

Hi nonnie. Sorry this is a week late.

Yes, we are taking requests, and thank you for this lovely suggestion. We've been wanting to write more fluff in general, so this ask is right on time in a sense.

And in terms of the hard week you've had, find solace in the fact that it's over. You've made it. And angry customers, trust me I know. I used to be a call centre agent lol.

But in any case, we hope things ease and that you find it in you to weather these trying times. After all, what are the holiday's without a little family drama 😉

We wish you all the best, nonnie. Much love and godspeed!

Bonus if reader attends a party and she scares the ladies by handling a Stick Bug and she’s shunned by them more now. And Nanami sees how much it dulls her free spirt a bit. And maybe.. he gifts her a beautiful beetle necklace.

Wow, you've certainly thought this through.

While I agree that Duke Kento may appear cold and aloof or mean even, that's not how we are intending to characterize him.

To us, he's under a lot of pressure, due to the passing of his father. That coupled with him being forced into a marriage he doesn't want makes him a bit short. But he isn't mean. And he doesn't think of reader as a loser. Other people do. She's a bit of a recluse and prefers to spend time by herself.

Nanami is just overwhelmed so he isn't really aware of how he's hurting her feelings by being unavailable emotionally.

I will admit, the whole bug concept is super cute. And I haven't watched the new Frankenstein movie, but I certainly will now!

Anyways, thank you for this ask and your own interpretation. It was definitely a fun read. Wishing you all the best, nonnie.

How much longer must I wait?!?! (No pressure though)

omg 😭😭😭

Trust me, we are too. It's just taking us a while to get there bestie.

And unfortunately, I fear they'll only "boink" later on in the story. The first part is going to be filled of angst and tension. Hopefully that'll be out sooner rather than later.

Thank you for your support though. I recognise your name from early on when we first started writing <<33

Frigid air whistled cold past Nanami Kento's ears as he walked briskly toward an available elevator. The day's fatigue, though a persisting shadow, seemed ever so dim in light of the upcoming weekend. Friday always did hold a muted kind of hope in his eyes.

Sure, he'd have to return to this insipid hellhole in 2 days. But first, he had 2 whole days. 48 hours that belonged to him. 48 hours in which he could attempt to get his life together. Maybe discover a new passion or feed into one's long abandoned and collecting dust. Or maybe, just maybe, muster the courage to leave this soul sucking job once and for all.

Or perhaps he may die in his sleep. Either way, he didn't mind.

Nanami entered the elevator, leaning against the rail as a sigh deflated the cavity of his chest. As a boy, he had not anticipated his adult life would be spent like this. Carpe diem. Seize the day, his father would tell him. No minute was like the last. Cherish every second.

On days like this, Nanami was almost glad his father was dead. At least he did not have to bear witness to his son's perpetual stasis.

Whilst still bearing the sting of youth on his cheeks, Nanami was convinced that when he was older, he would forge a path worthy of praise. He would spend each and every day in pursuit of something that mattered, foster a legacy that would bring him pride.

A life not wasted.

When he was young, armed only with the hands of a boy, Nanami had been told they weren't of use. Anything meaningful to be achieved surely could not be done by hands still soft, with fingers still short.

He was too young, they had said. Wait, they had insisted. Wait until you are bigger. Taller. Wait until your shoe size mirrors that of your father's. Wait until all your front teeth have settled in. Wait until your voice does not cave under the burden of puberty. Wait until you're in university. Wait until you've finished university.

In his stagnation, Nanami had too late realised that his life had become an act of waiting, a living ode to what could have been.

Now as a man, his youth long gone, his hands were bigger and still as useless.

Perhaps it was too late for a meaningful change; his hands already too conditioned to learn new tricks. Perhaps some lives stagnate at 17. What a depressing thought.

Nanami was snapped rather abruptly from his melancholic musings when you, his coworker, bolted into the elevator just before it could close, your shoulder smacking the closing door with a thwack!

Nanami startled slightly, his eyes narrowing as you regained your step. You offered him a sheepish smile, one he was used to by now. Ah, [Y/N] in legal. A... character, of sorts.

Hair always wisping out of last minute up do's, lapel stained with dribbles of coffee from lunch, always late for something important [Y/N].

"Ah, Nanami. How do you do, old fellow?" you asked cheerily, your turn of phrase odd to the city ear. Many had told you so. Called you a country bumpkin, asked you to assimilate. Insist you speak like them, mirror their monotone cadence. But you never did. And he admired you for it.

"All is well, Miss [Y/N], thank you for asking. Word of advice, don't aim for the elevator door next time," Nanami remarked dryly, his version of a joke.

Most would have flinched at his remark, perhaps sneered or simply just looked away. Not many people understood his humour or cared to even try to. So your warm laugh, albeit a bit too loud, was always a refreshing sound to his ear.

You looked up at him, eyes shining with an unrestricted warmth. When was the last time he'd looked at someone like that, Nanami wondered.

"Duly noted, Mr Nanami," you spoke through a laugh, the skin around your eyes crinkling under the weight of your smile.

Wide. Your smile was wide. Always had been, from the first day he met you. Not even a minute into your first introduction and you had beamed up at Nanami, as if he had done something to deserve it. He remembered it quite clearly.

Prior to that afternoon, he had never met a corporate associate quite so forthcoming with... jollity, he supposed. You smiled as if your soul was unburdened, which was ridiculous, he knew. No soul was unburdened.

Perhaps you smiled in spite. Perhaps you smiled despite.

"You have a rather brash smile," he murmured despite himself, eyes fixed on the curve of your lips and the sheen of your teeth.

Nanami was not one to openly engage with coworkers on a personal level. When your expression shifted to one of mild confusion, he snapped out of his reverie and attempted to do damage control. He was tired, yes that was it. He would say that. Perhaps blame it on a persisting headache, lord knew he was never short of those. But just before he could speak, you beat him to the punch.

"Brash. I like that word," you mused, much to his surprise.

"It implies unashamed. Life's too short to be conservative with what you feel after all, no?"

Nanami grew quiet, which was not unusual for him generally. But this was a different quiet. Not a tired quiet. Not an annoyed quiet. For once, he just simply didn't know what to say. But his eyes did not dare leave yours.

"I suppose so," he said quietly, eyes turning to the elevator door as it dinged to a stop at your floor.

The silver door opened slowly, the slight creak of age worn hinges breaking the silence that had settled over you both.

You hesitated slightly, turning to look at him with a soft smile. Before he could blink, you reached out, your hand smacking against his in a sort of, almost there high five. It was kind of awkward. And yet sweet. Very sweet.

"I've always admired your tenacity, Nanami. Perhaps one day you'll find it in you to be brash too," you said, giving him a soft wink before disappearing out of sight.

Nanami stood there for a long moment, the sound of the door dinging shut a familiar sound. And yet it felt different. He felt different.

Nanami closed his palm, the warmth of yours still lingering on his roughened skin.

Huh. Perhaps his hands weren't so useless after all.

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