8 Works by citrinae
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tell me your name, your aliases, and i will take you seriously by citrinae
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game)
06 Apr 2026
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Cater didn't have any other saccharine line to add this time, only smiled, getting himself lost in his own activity, which was mostly typing and scrolling down his phone, a lock of ginger hair looped around his index finger. His eyes stayed glued to the screen like nothing else mattered in the world—PR script, follower mails, Idia suspected, not that he had the interest or energy to ask. The rhombus mascot plastered on the extrovert's phone case looked at him like a reminder that his presence was still far from being forgotten.
Sometimes Idia wished he could snatch the thing and smash it against the floor.
(when it came to his online life, idia preferred the more unconventional corners, hiding between fandom threads and fanfiction works about no one other than vil schoenheit, prize-winning actor, and incidentally, his schoolmate. never had he expected the author he admired most to be the person he tried his hardest to avoid.)
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"You're so cute for coming back. Here, I'll indulge ya." With his index, he scooped under the waistband of his underwear, tugged at it, let it slap the skin. A shiver ran down your spine. "It will cost a little more if you wanna see what's underneath."
Despite the number of people who popped in with a faster response, you still thought it was worth typing your own, "Good thing cheapskates like me are given such a good imagination."
Laughter at the base of his throat. His stage laugh, not his real one.
The reply came out as a sigh, eyelashes fluttering, "Bad thing it's not the cheapskates I ask out for dinner."
(a click was all it took. before you knew it, he got you wrapped around his finger, and he wouldn't let go until you were eaten alive.)
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You stood in the background with your arms crossed. Awkward, silent. It quickly got to him: the bed. The realisation pulled Cater's lips upwards, more amused than troubled.
"Oh em gee," he started. "Is this your room? And we're gonna share the bed like in fanfic or?"
(no one was better at hiding themselves from the world than cater diamond. humour, charm, a nice smile—he had everything he needed for it. his undoing started a little before the winter holidays, and you couldn't witness it without at least trying to offer a shoulder for him to lean on. crossposted from tumblr)
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Toji didn’t take you as interesting enough to be looked at. Elbow on the bar, cheek propped in a fist, while smoke trailed and hovered from the corner of his mouth: “Just thought you’d like a second opinion on this. Before you blow a shot in the dark, take yourself in the leg.”
“You don’t strike me as the type to think twice,” words came out more honeyed than they sounded in your mind. Like silk, your gaze brushed the path from jaw to shoulder, rested a bit longer where his T-shirt lined the skin.
There was pride in his voice, in how his cheekbone reached eyelashes and his lip hiked to match. “I don’t hit twice.”
(staring down at the blood on your hands, it’s hard to believe things would ever get back to as they were. but when you cross paths with someone twice as rotten, you cannot but hope he’ll help you clean them.)
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we got them preaching that we're hellbound by citrinae
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
08 Nov 2022
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rumour has it he's a remarkable mind with a promising future in literary circles. when you stumble upon his infamous group of second-years at a top college in tokyo, it seems like it's the first time you live with a real purpose.
but insulating yourself from the tedious constraints of the world can be misleading, and playing god didn't end well in any story you've ever read. not even in yours.
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“So you did miss me.” Pushes glasses a little lower on the bridge, so that you get a fugitive view of the brightest blue you’ve ever seen. Contention flickers in his eyes and arches his mouth into a grin. “How sweet.”
“Would I squeeze your ego, if I said I did?” you ask.
Their chuckle is soft, almost silent. “It takes some more effort to do that, peach.”
(gojo isn't admittedly that much of a coffee enthusiast, but it's this coffee shop he's been drawn to for months. you wish he hadn't found it in the first place.)
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izaya never fret about faking an attempt at double-suicide; shizuo was always pinned for things he didn't do, but in no case as an accomplice.
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“Hope I didn’t sign up my death sentence by this.” Shinra scratched an ear, and his glasses flinched a shade.
Words were cold on Izaya’s lips, like the wine he grabbed by the stem and started to swirl in silent waves. “Come on, what kind of monstrosity do you think I am?”
The response didn’t come too quickly.
“People would say Satan himself, but I think ‘info-broker’ sounds worse.” Shrugged, smile clearer than pond water. “So I’m gonna stick with ‘info-broker’.”
(people always came to izaya with free issues to untangle, and shinra was the only person izaya could ever open up to. old memories arose.)