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blissfulflw · 7 days ago

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Pairing- Huh Yunjin x fem reader

Genre- angst, smut, fluff

Word count- 6487

Warnings- 18+ interactions only, mild angst, eventual smut, college au, switch yunjin, switch reader, slow burn, mutual pining, NSFW

Requested: @lascvitae

A/N: Uhhh yeah this is a mixture of most of the genres but I’d say it’s mostly fluff. Enemies to lovers though and yunjin 😍

You’ve always hated how effortless she made it look.

Huh Yunjin, standing under the dull fluorescent lights of Studio 3B, barefoot on the worn wooden floor, her mouth curled into that annoyingly confident smirk. Her honeyed voice dripped through the room like warm syrup, even during warm-ups. You’d been trying to ignore her since the semester started, but that wasn’t really possible when she was assigned as your duet partner for the senior showcase.

And of course, she loved it.

You adjust your posture, trying not to roll your eyes as she finishes her vocal run and looks over at you, mock-bowing.

“Your turn, Y/N,” she says, her tone maddeningly sweet. “Try not to be too impressive.”

You arch a brow, stepping up to the mark on the floor. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to overshadow you.”

She laughs—low, amused. “Cute.”

You don’t like the way your stomach flips at the sound.

The two of you had been neck-and-neck since freshman year—both scholarship students, both hailed as prodigies by your professors, both just different enough in style that people could argue endlessly about who was better. Yunjin had stage charisma in spades, a magnetic presence that demanded attention. You had precision and control. She flirted with the audience. You dominated them.

And you couldn’t stand each other. Or at least, that’s the story you both kept telling.

Your voice rings out in the practice room, clean and exact, every note pinned in place like a scalpel. You don’t miss the way Yunjin glances over mid-phrase, her eyes narrowing with something unreadable. Not jealousy—no, it’s more curious than that. Like she’s trying to figure you out.

The song ends in silence.

She claps slowly. “God, you’re such a teacher’s pet.”

You scoff. “Better than being all style, no discipline.”

Her gaze sharpens, and for a second, you think she might actually snap back. But then she smirks, stepping closer—too close. You catch a hint of her perfume: warm vanilla and something floral, soft but insistent. It suits her in a way you don’t want to acknowledge.

“We’ll see whose style they remember,” she says, voice low, just for you.

It’s the kind of thing she does often. She lives for these little games. Testing you. Pushing buttons. Sometimes it feels like the two of you speak in a language made entirely of tension—subtle digs, too-long glances, standing a little too close when you both lean over the same music sheet.

It’s been like this for months.

The door to the practice room creaks open, and Professor Choi pokes her head in.

“How’s it going in here?”

“Wonderfully,” Yunjin answers before you can speak. “We’re learning so much from each other.”

You flash a tight smile. “So much.”

Choi nods, clearly buying it. “Good. The duet arrangement looks great on paper. Can’t wait to see how it plays on stage. Keep working on your harmony blend—it still needs tightening.”

“Yes, Professor,” you say.

When the door shuts again, Yunjin turns to you, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips.

“You hate this as much as I do, right?” she asks.

You blink. “The duet?”

“This… pairing.” She waves a hand between the two of you. “Us.”

You should say yes. You do hate it. The extra hours, the constant bickering, the way she looks at you like she’s always one second away from saying something unforgivable—or worse, something true.

But instead, you say, “It’s tolerable.”

She laughs again, really laughs this time, and sits on the edge of the upright piano. Her legs swing idly, the hem of her sweatshirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin where it meets her high-waisted shorts. You force your gaze to stay on her face.

“Tolerable,” she repeats, shaking her head. “Coming from you, that’s practically a love letter.”

You glare. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I don’t need to. I’ve heard the way you sing when I’m watching.”

That silences you.

The air between you shifts—heavier now. Charged.

Yunjin doesn’t look away. “You think I don’t notice? The way you only loosen up when we’re alone? You only get that look in your eye when it’s just me in the room.”

You hate that she’s right. That part of you does sing differently when she’s there. That even when she’s infuriating, even when you want to scream, there’s something magnetic about her. Something that draws your voice—and your attention—toward her like a tide you can’t fight.

“I think you overestimate your importance,” you say, but your voice comes out softer than you intended.

“Do I?” she asks, tilting her head.

The silence stretches again.

You clear your throat and take a step back. “Let’s run the bridge again.”

Yunjin doesn’t move.

“Or,” she says slowly, “we could admit what’s actually going on here.”

You cross your arms. “What’s that?”

She hops down from the piano, walking over to you—slowly, deliberately. “This. Us. The weird tension. The way we keep pretending we hate each other when we both know it’s just…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence.

You can’t tell if it’s arrogance or vulnerability in her eyes, but it makes your pulse skip all the same. You could end it right now. You could laugh it off, tell her she’s full of herself, walk out of this practice room and never look back.

Instead, you say, “You really want to go there?”

Yunjin smiles like she’s been waiting for this all semester. “Don’t you?”

You’ve never been great at knowing when to walk away.

Which is probably why you’re still standing here, five feet from Yunjin, heart thudding in your chest like it’s trying to beat its way out.

Her eyes are steady on yours, open in a way they usually aren’t—no teasing, no ego, just something bare. Something that looks a lot like honesty.

And that’s the problem.

You’re not sure what would be easier to ignore: if this was all a game to her, or if it really wasn’t.

“Why now?” you ask finally, voice quieter than before. “Why say something tonight?”

She shrugs, but there’s tension in her shoulders. “Maybe I got tired of pretending. Maybe I wanted to see if you’d stop pretending, too.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. She’s too close. The studio’s too small. The lights overhead hum like they’re daring you to move.

“I wasn’t pretending,” you lie.

Yunjin smiles, slow and devastating. “Liar.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because if you open your mouth, you’re not sure what will come out—anger, desire, a confession you’ve buried under layers of competition and restraint.

She takes a step closer. You don’t move.

“You really don’t feel it?” she asks, her voice a little husky now. “Not even a little?”

You could say no.

You should say no.

But your body answers before your mouth does. The air between you tightens, thick with whatever this thing is that’s been simmering since sophomore year—glances that lingered too long, notes left on music stands, the way your names always came up in the same breath.

She notices your hesitation. You see it in the way her eyes flick down to your lips, then back up. Her voice softens.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

Your stomach twists.

“I know,” you whisper. “That’s what makes it worse.”

Her breath catches. Just barely, but enough.

Neither of you speaks for a long moment. Somewhere down the hall, you hear a laugh echo through the music building—some other late-night rehearsal, some other pair of students who probably aren’t standing three inches apart and trying not to shatter.

You swallow. “We should… we should focus on the showcase.”

Her brow arches. “You mean the thing where we stand on stage and pretend we’re in love?”

Your face heats. “It’s a duet.”

“It’s a confession,” she says. “That’s what that song is. You know it as well as I do.”

She’s not wrong. The piece you’re doing—“Stay With Me”—is all longing and barely-contained emotion, written in spiraling harmonies that fall together like puzzle pieces. Your professor had called it ambitious. You’d called it reckless. Yunjin had called it fun.

And when you rehearsed it alone, you always imagined her voice against yours. Not out of choice. Instinct.

You turn away from her now, pacing to the other side of the room. The silence sits heavy on your shoulders.

“This is a bad idea,” you murmur.

“Why?”

“Because…” You stop. “Because if we start this, it’s not going to be just one kiss in a practice room.”

Yunjin’s voice is behind you now, quiet. “I don’t want it to be.”

You close your eyes.

God.

You shouldn’t want this. She’s your rival, your biggest distraction, the only person on campus who makes you question if you’re good enough. She gets under your skin, into your thoughts, behind your defenses.

But maybe that’s exactly why your hands ache to touch her.

Maybe that’s why when you turn around, you’re already stepping forward again.

You stop just in front of her. Close enough to feel the heat between your bodies. She’s looking up at you, lips parted, eyes darker than usual under the low lights.

“I hate that I want you,” you say.

She exhales, almost like a laugh—but it’s shaky. “Then we’re even.”

You don’t remember who moves first. Maybe it’s both of you.

But suddenly her mouth is on yours.

It’s not soft. It’s not polite.

It’s months of tension breaking all at once—teeth, breath, hands tangled in hair and the sound of something finally giving in. Her fingers dig into your waist as your lips part, and the kiss deepens into something messy, urgent, real. You gasp against her mouth, and she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue over yours, confident and slow.

It’s infuriating.

It’s perfect.

Your back hits the wall with a soft thud. Yunjin presses into you, her thigh slotting between yours, one hand cupping the side of your neck like she’s trying to memorize the shape of your pulse.

You’re dizzy.

You drag your fingers up under the hem of her sweatshirt, finding skin—warm, smooth, hers. She shivers under your touch, and it sparks something hot and reckless in your chest.

When she pulls back, it’s only by an inch, her forehead resting against yours.

“God,” she murmurs. “You drive me crazy.”

You smile, breathless. “Right back at you.”

Her thumb strokes under your jaw, tender in a way that makes your stomach flip.

Then she glances around the room, biting her lip.

“Studio’s locked,” she says. “And no one’s coming in this late.”

Your heart skips. “Yunjin—”

“I’m not rushing you.” Her voice drops to a murmur. “But I need to know… do you want this?”

You look at her—really look at her. Not the rival. Not the performer.

Just Yunjin. Soft mouth, flushed cheeks, eyes wide and open and waiting.

You nod.

And she exhales like you just gave her air.

_____

The studio is quiet except for your breathing—shaky, uneven. You don’t remember the moment you wrapped your arms around her again, only that her mouth is on yours now with a need that’s no longer teasing.

This is real. This is happening.

You taste her sigh when you pull her closer, her fingers slipping under your shirt like she’s been waiting all semester to touch you. Her hands are warm, callused at the tips—guitarist’s fingers—and the way they spread over your waist makes your breath hitch.

“Still okay?” she whispers between kisses, voice rough against your mouth.

You nod quickly. “Yeah. Yes.”

“Tell me if you’re not.”

“I will.”

She kisses you again, slower this time, her tongue grazing yours with a confidence that makes your knees wobble. There’s no spotlight now, no audience—just the two of you in a dim practice room, your bodies pressed close, your nerves singing louder than any aria.

She pulls back just enough to look at you. Her pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

“You’re beautiful when you’re pissed off,” she murmurs, thumbing at your lower lip.

“You’re insufferable when you’re turned on,” you shoot back, but your voice is breathless and way too fond.

She grins and takes your hand, leading you toward the piano bench. She sits first, legs spread slightly, and tugs you into her lap like you weigh nothing. You settle there, straddling her thighs, and the moment your hips press down, both of you gasp.

She’s warm beneath you—solid. Her hands grip your hips like she doesn’t know what to touch first.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “You feel…”

You roll your hips, slow and experimental, and her breath catches. Your hands move to her shoulders for balance, but you can’t resist brushing her hair behind her ear, fingers grazing her cheek. She leans into the touch without thinking.

It’s vulnerable. It’s intimate.

It makes your heart ache.

Her hands slide up your shirt again, and this time, she pushes it higher. “Can I—?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

You help her pull it off. The cold air hits your skin, but then her hands are there, warm and careful, and your head tips back as her lips trail down your neck.

Every kiss is slow, deliberate. Like she’s memorizing you. Her fingers find the clasp of your bra, and she pauses.

You nod again. “Go ahead.”

It unhooks easily, and she lets it slide down your arms before tossing it aside. The second her mouth replaces her hands, you moan—quiet and sharp—eyes fluttering closed.

She sucks softly at the swell of your breast before her tongue circles your nipple, teasing and gentle, then firmer when you arch into her. You clutch at her shoulders, trying not to grind against her thigh, but she notices.

“Don’t hold back,” she murmurs, voice low. “Let me feel you.”

You do. You move your hips, slow at first, letting the friction build. Her thigh tenses beneath you, giving just enough pressure that your breath stutters. Her mouth moves between your breasts, worshipping you with lips and tongue and the occasional nip of teeth.

“Yunjin—”

“Yeah?” She looks up at you, eyes hazy with lust.

“I want…” You swallow. “More.”

She grins. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific, baby.”

The nickname sends a pulse straight between your legs.

You lean in, your mouth brushing her ear. “I want you to touch me.”

She swears under her breath and lifts you just enough to guide you onto the bench beside her, then kneels in front of you, hands tugging at the waistband of your leggings. She looks up, eyes searching.

“Still good?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

She slides them down, dragging your underwear with them, and your legs tremble slightly when the cool air hits you. Her hands glide up your thighs, soothing and slow.

“You’re so wet,” she murmurs, voice thick with awe. “Is that all for me?”

You nod, cheeks burning.

Her fingers stroke gently between your folds, spreading your slick, teasing at your entrance before she draws slow, lazy circles over your clit.

Your head falls back against the wall, a gasp escaping your lips. “Fuck—”

She leans in and kisses the inside of your thigh, then again higher, closer. Her mouth hovers, and you feel her breath before anything else.

“Can I taste you?” she asks, voice a whisper like it’s sacred.

Your fingers thread through her hair.

“Yes. Please.”

She moans like it’s her name on your tongue and finally leans in.

The first lick is slow, deliberate, and you feel it in your bones. She groans softly against you, burying her face between your legs, tongue working you open, slow and steady.

You clutch at the edge of the bench with one hand and her hair with the other, hips lifting to meet her mouth. She moans like she lives for this—for your sounds, your taste, the way you shake when her tongue flicks over your clit just right.

“Yunjin—god—don’t stop—”

She doesn’t. She moves faster, more focused, her fingers joining in—one sliding into you with careful pressure that makes your eyes roll back. Then another, curling perfectly, her tongue never breaking rhythm.

You come fast—hard. The pressure snaps and your whole body arches, mouth open in a soundless cry, thighs trembling as she works you through it, licking and kissing and murmuring praise against your skin.

When you finally collapse back, chest heaving, she pulls away, face flushed, lips slick, and absolutely smug.

“You look wrecked,” she says softly.

“Shut up,” you pant, grabbing her hand to pull her up.

But you’re smiling.

You push her back gently, switching positions until she’s seated on the bench. You climb into her lap again, kissing her hard. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and something about that makes you moan into her mouth.

“Your turn,” you whisper.

She laughs against your lips. “Y/N, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

You drop to your knees before she can protest again, and her jaw slackens when you tug at her shorts.

“Fuck,” she breathes, head falling back as you kiss up her thighs.

You don’t tease long. She’s soaked already, and when your tongue finally touches her, she lets out the kind of sound that makes you want to ruin her.

You start slow, tracing patterns, finding what makes her hips jerk, what makes her moan your name like it’s a song she’s been rehearsing in secret.

Her hand tangles in your hair, guiding you, grounding herself.

“Oh my god—just like that—”

You glance up to watch her come undone, never stopping, your fingers sliding into her as her thighs tighten around your shoulders.

She comes with a broken whimper, her body shuddering against the keys behind her.

You stay there, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh while she catches her breath, laughing breathlessly.

“That was…” She can’t finish the sentence.

You grin, wiping your mouth before climbing back into her lap.

“You okay?”

She pulls you in, forehead against yours. “Better than okay.”

You sit like that for a long time, tangled together, the room still humming with the echo of everything you just shared.

There’s no audience. No rivalry.

Just her.

And you.

_____

The silence is thick.

You don’t know how much time has passed since the two of you collapsed onto the bench, your bodies entwined, your breath still mingling in the air between you. Yunjin hasn’t said much, her forehead pressed against yours, her hands slowly tracing the lines of your arm like she’s trying to memorize the feel of your skin.

You stay like that for a while, letting the warmth between you settle, but something hangs in the air—a question neither of you is asking aloud yet.

She’s the first to break the stillness.

“You good?” she murmurs, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You nod. You are good. You feel lighter, your body relaxed in a way it hasn’t been in weeks. There’s a gentle pressure on your chest, but it’s not anxiety. It’s more like a shift, a turning point you didn’t quite expect.

“I’m fine,” you reply, swallowing thickly. “Are you?”

Yunjin doesn’t immediately answer. Instead, she gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering on your cheek in a soft, almost reverent touch.

Then, she smiles. It’s small, private—a stark contrast to the usual cocky, teasing grin she’s always quick to give.

“I’ve never been better.”

You both chuckle softly, the atmosphere between you a little lighter now. But the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and you notice it. You want to ask if she’s really okay, but it feels like too much—like a question that doesn’t fit the moment.

Instead, you slip your hand into hers, squeezing it lightly.

“I’m glad it was you,” you murmur.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours, warmth flickering in them.

“Same.”

There’s something unspoken between you, something deeper than the rivalry, deeper than the desire that had pulled you together in the first place. It’s like an understanding, the kind of unvoiced connection that only comes when two people let down their walls completely.

You help each other gather yourselves—pulling up your clothes, smoothing out your shirts, the intimacy of it almost surreal after everything. There’s no awkwardness, no rushing. Just… the steady rhythm of shared quiet.

Yunjin stands up first, reaching for the sheet music on the piano. Her movements are slow, deliberate. She runs a hand through her hair, looking up at you as if she’s trying to read the air between you both.

“Wanna finish that duet?” she asks, her voice still low, as if testing the waters.

You can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips. “Yeah. Let’s finish it.”

The next few hours are spent lost in music, the tension between you both simmering under the surface, woven into every note you sing and every chord Yunjin plays. It’s impossible to ignore the way her presence has shifted in your mind. She’s still Yunjin, still the talented, cocky singer with a smile that could break your concentration—but now, there’s something else. Something more vulnerable.

You run through the duet again, the harmonies blending in a way that feels effortless now, like you’ve always known how to fit together.

The sound is rawer this time, something deeper behind the notes. It’s no longer a mere performance for an audience. It feels personal—too personal. Every look you share, every shared breath between lines, has an intensity you can’t shake.

You’re acutely aware of the way her fingers hover just above the piano keys, how her breath catches when you hit a high note just a little too beautifully. And the way she glances at you—almost shyly—when you hold the last note of the bridge a little longer than you should.

“Let’s take it from the top,” you suggest, your voice hoarse, unsure if you’re ready to break the spell you’ve created between you.

Yunjin nods, her lips pressing together tightly. When she starts playing again, there’s a familiar rhythm, but everything feels different. The chemistry you shared in the practice room has bled into your music—sharper, more electric, raw in a way that neither of you anticipated.

You sing your part perfectly, hitting the notes with ease, but there’s something new. Something that makes you focus just a little more on how she moves beside you, how her breath matches yours, how her eyes track yours a little longer than they should.

And then, without thinking, you find yourself leaning into the moment, pulling closer to her as you sing the final line.

“Stay with me,” you whisper, the words almost an invitation, your eyes locked on hers.

She doesn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers still on the piano, and her gaze darkens—just enough for you to notice. You’re dangerously close to crossing a line again, but you don’t care. Neither does she.

She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing in the last note before finally looking at you again.

“You really want to finish this?” she asks, voice thick with something unspoken.

Your heart beats faster. “I think we both know we can’t stop now.”

Yunjin stands abruptly, crossing the room to grab her water bottle. You don’t know if she’s avoiding your gaze or just needing a moment to breathe. You want to say something, but the words get caught in your throat.

When she turns back to you, she seems calmer—more collected, like the rawness from earlier has faded, but only slightly. The fire is still there, just a little buried.

“Good thing we still have time to work on the choreography,” she says, her smile a little too wide, a little too knowing.

You raise an eyebrow. “Choreography?”

“You didn’t think I was just going to let you get away with singing, did you?” she teases, tossing you a mischievous look.

The tension snaps back into place, the rivalry you both used to have returning as if it never left. But there’s something else now. Something that wasn’t there before. A different kind of edge to your exchanges.

“Lead the way,” you say, standing up and grabbing the sheet music.

The two of you start to move through the choreography. It’s awkward at first—more than a little hesitant—but you both find your rhythm eventually, and it’s in those moments, when you’re spinning in sync with her or when she takes your hand to twirl you, that it all feels right. Like you were meant to be here, together, both in music and… in everything else.

She catches your eye once more during a particularly intricate move, and for just a second, it’s like you’re the only two people in the world.

You know the next step is inevitable. You can feel it in the way she looks at you, the way her movements become smoother, more intimate. You can feel it in your own body, in the way you move toward her when the song ends, in the way your heart races in time with the music.

And when you both stop, panting, standing close enough to feel the heat of each other’s breath, you know that things have changed forever.

There’s no going back now.

_____

The showcase is just a week away.

The thought hangs over you both like a cloud, but there’s something different about this week—something you didn’t expect. The normal rhythm of rehearsal, the sharp notes and careful practice, is mixed with something more. The lingering touch after a duet, the stolen glances, the almost-accidental brushes of hands.

You know you should be focused. You both have to be perfect for the showcase. But it’s harder than it ever was before.

It’s Thursday evening, and you’re both sitting on the edge of the practice room, exhausted but unwilling to leave. Your fingers still hum with the vibrations of your performance; the piano keys still echo in your mind. You both sing in harmony so naturally now that it feels like second nature.

But there’s something else now. Something that keeps drawing you together, pulling you closer even when you try to focus on the music, on the sheet you’ve yet to memorize.

Yunjin hasn’t said much since the last practice. She’s quieter than usual, less teasing, as if the silence between you both speaks louder than anything she could say. Her eyes flicker to you occasionally, but she quickly looks away, like she’s afraid to let you catch her staring.

You watch her for a moment. She’s not the type to shy away from eye contact, usually.

“Yunjin,” you start, the sound of your voice breaking the silence like a crack of thunder, “you’ve been acting different. What’s going on?”

She doesn’t immediately answer, but you notice the slight tightness in her jaw. She’s holding something back—something you can’t quite place.

She takes a deep breath and looks at you finally. “I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

You know better than to leave it at that. “Thinking about what?”

Her lips curl into something of a smirk, but it’s not the playful, cocky grin she normally gives. There’s something guarded in it—almost as if she’s trying to protect herself.

“About the showcase, obviously,” she says. “I want it to go well.”

It’s not just that, you know. She’s hiding something—something that makes the air between you feel charged, like the calm before a storm.

You lean forward, crossing your arms, not letting it go. “You’re not fine. I can tell.”

Her eyes narrow for a moment, a flash of irritation crossing her face before it fades away again. “I’m just… frustrated,” she admits softly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I’ve been thinking about everything lately. About you. About… us.”

Your heart skips a beat. The air suddenly feels heavier, thick with the weight of her words.

“About us?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, almost as if you don’t want to say the words aloud.

She nods, but it’s slow, hesitant. “I don’t know what we’re doing anymore, Y/N. This—” She motions between the two of you, her eyes flicking nervously to the floor before meeting your gaze. “It’s not just music anymore. It’s more. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

The vulnerability in her voice is enough to make your chest tighten. For the first time since you met her, you see her uncertainty, the cracks in her usual confidence. It’s disarming. You didn’t think Yunjin ever doubted herself.

“Yunjin…” You move closer to her, your hand resting on the back of the couch, just inches from hers. The proximity feels too much and yet not enough. “You don’t have to have it all figured out right now.”

Her laugh is bitter, but it doesn’t carry the usual bite. “I should, though, right? You and I—this duet—it feels like it’s too much sometimes. I don’t want to screw this up. The showcase, or… whatever this is between us.” She gestures vaguely between the two of you again. “I’ve been down this road before, and it doesn’t end well.”

You pause, letting her words sink in, understanding the weight of her fear. She’s afraid of vulnerability. Afraid of making this real and letting it slip through her fingers, just like everything else.

“I don’t want to screw it up either,” you confess softly. “But I don’t regret what we’ve shared. Not for a second.”

You reach for her hand, this time letting your fingers brush hers. She doesn’t pull away.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise, your voice steady and sincere.

Her eyes soften at that. “I don’t know if I can promise the same,” she says quietly, but she doesn’t pull her hand away either. Instead, she threads her fingers with yours, a subtle, but meaningful gesture.

The moment lingers between you two, both of you unsure of what comes next but unwilling to let go.

The next day, you both return to the studio. You start your practice where you left off, running through the duet once again. This time, though, things are different. There’s no longer just the music—it’s everything. Every note you hit, every pause between lyrics, every look exchanged across the room, feels like a thread in an intricate web you’re both tangled in.

You can’t seem to look away from her. It’s the way she plays the piano, her fingers flying over the keys with effortless grace. It’s the way her voice blends perfectly with yours, a harmony that sounds almost too perfect to be real.

But there’s something else now. You’re more aware of the space between you, the way her gaze lingers on your lips, the way she adjusts her position when you move too close. Every touch, every look, feels charged.

When you finish the duet for the umpteenth time, Yunjin slams her hands down on the piano keys, breaking the tension with a frustrated exhale.

“This is ridiculous,” she mutters, pacing. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” you ask, heart in your throat, unsure of where this is headed.

She turns to face you, her hands on her hips. “This—this chemistry. It’s ruining everything. We can’t keep pretending it’s only about the performance anymore. We both know it’s more.”

You swallow hard. “Then what do we do?”

Her gaze softens, and for a moment, she looks almost lost—a side of her you’ve never seen. “I don’t know, Y/N. I really don’t know.”

There’s a beat of silence. You both stand there, caught in the tension of unspoken feelings, until Yunjin takes a step toward you. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, her thumbs brushing over the skin there, a comforting pressure.

“I’m scared,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

You don’t say anything, just reach up to rest your hand over hers. Her skin is warm, and in that moment, everything feels more fragile than it has before.

“Me too,” you murmur. “But I think that’s okay.”

She looks at you for a long moment before leaning down to kiss you—soft, slow, with a tenderness that both confuses and comforts you. The kiss isn’t desperate. It’s more of an unspoken promise, a shared vulnerability.

When she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours, and you both breathe the same air.

“Let’s get through this showcase first,” she says, her voice quiet but firm. “And then we’ll figure it out.”

You nod, your heart thudding heavily in your chest.

“Together,” you whisper.

Yunjin smiles, that same confident, crooked grin you know all too well. But now, it’s different. It’s softer. And maybe that’s enough.

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The night of the showcase arrives faster than either of you anticipated. The tension that’s been building between the two of you feels almost unbearable as you stand backstage, waiting for your turn. You can hear the muffled sounds of applause, the hum of excited chatter from the audience, and the delicate clinking of glasses from the reception outside. The room is full of energy, but you can’t seem to focus on anything other than Yunjin beside you.

Her hands are shaking slightly as she adjusts her outfit, the familiar grin from earlier replaced by something more guarded, more intense. You know she’s nervous—hell, you’re both nervous—but there’s something else in her eyes now. A quiet determination.

“You ready?” she asks, voice steady despite the way her heart is likely pounding.

You nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

She doesn’t look convinced, but she reaches out to grab your hand, squeezing it tightly. The warmth of her touch grounds you, steadying the fluttering in your chest. There’s no turning back now. The performance is a few minutes away, and you’ve both worked so hard to get here.

This is it.

The two of you stand side by side in the wings, waiting for your cue. The spotlight glows, and your heart races. You glance at Yunjin, whose eyes flicker to meet yours. There’s an unspoken promise in that look—no matter what happens, you’re in this together.

The announcer calls your names, and before you know it, you’re walking out onto the stage. The soft murmur of the audience fades, replaced by the deafening thrum of your pulse. You take your place, the spotlight warm against your skin. Yunjin sits at the piano, her fingers brushing the keys lightly in preparation. She’s calm, but her eyes flick to you, searching, as if she’s waiting for your signal.

You give her a small nod, and she begins the introduction.

The music starts—soft, delicate, and slow. It feels almost surreal, like you’re suspended in time. Every note she plays resonates in your chest, sending a ripple of warmth through your entire body. As your voice begins to rise, the world around you disappears. It’s just the two of you now, standing together in this fragile, beautiful moment.

Your harmonies blend effortlessly, your voices entwining in the way they always do. But tonight, it’s different. The intimacy of the performance feels heightened, more personal. Every line you sing to her feels like a promise, every word a confession you’ve never fully said aloud.

You’re not just performing anymore.

You’re feeling. Every note carries with it the weight of your connection, the silent words between you that have been building over the past few weeks. You’re singing not just for the audience, but for each other—for everything you’ve shared, for everything you’re still unsure of.

When the song reaches its peak, you share a look—barely noticeable to anyone else, but to the two of you, it means everything. There’s a moment where your voices seem to melt together, where you don’t need to speak to understand each other. It’s as if the entire world has folded away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect harmony.

You can feel her. Her presence, her breath, the slight tremor in her hands as they glide over the piano keys. You’re drawn to her in a way that feels unstoppable. And for the first time, it doesn’t matter. There’s no rivalry, no tension—just the raw emotion of what you’ve built together.

The final note rings out, long and sustained. It lingers in the air, hanging there like a delicate thread between you. The moment feels suspended in time, both of you frozen in place as the audience erupts into applause.

The sound crashes around you, overwhelming. But it’s different this time. It’s not the applause you care about, but the shared breath between you and Yunjin. She’s looking at you, her eyes wide, her lips parted slightly in a mix of awe and something deeper—something more vulnerable than she’s ever let on.

You don’t know how long you stand there, basking in the sound of the crowd, but eventually, you both bow, and the applause grows louder. The music ends, but the bond between you two is only beginning to deepen.

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Backstage, the energy is electric. Your heart is still pounding from the performance, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t help the wide grin that spreads across your face.

“Yunjin,” you breathe, catching her attention as you both slip backstage. “We did it. That was—”

In a rare moment of softness, Yunjin smiles, her expression more open than it’s ever been. “Yeah. We did.”

You both laugh, the nervousness from before slowly evaporating into something lighter, something freer. But as the laughter fades, the air between you shifts again. You both know what’s coming, even if neither of you wants to admit it.

“So,” you start, your voice a little hesitant, “what now?”

Her eyes soften as she steps closer, the playful edge in her demeanor still present but tempered with something else.

“I don’t know. But I think we should see where this goes,” she says, her voice low, genuine.

You don’t know what “this” is, but somehow, you don’t need to. For the first time, you feel like everything is falling into place. Whatever happens next, you’re not going to face it alone.

“I’m with you,” you whisper, your voice steady now, full of certainty.

Yunjin’s gaze holds yours for a long moment, as if she’s trying to measure your sincerity. Finally, she nods, her expression softening.

“I’m glad.”

Before you can respond, she pulls you into a tight hug, and you feel the weight of everything that’s passed between you both settle around you. It’s not a grand gesture, but it’s everything. In her arms, everything feels right.

“I’m proud of us,” she says softly against your ear.

You smile, your heart full. “Me too.”

As she pulls away, she gives you one last look—one filled with the promise of something more. No more pretending, no more running. Just honesty, vulnerability, and whatever comes next.

And when she takes your hand once more, you know that this—whatever it is—will be the start of something real.

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marlenesluv · 4 months ago

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charles + gf living together in monaco (hc)

note: saw charles’ story of him playing piano this morning (feb. 10) and felt the need to make this bc my mind spiraled. (this led to more than i expected, maybe marriage. tf is wrong with me) also i wrote the “he won monaco” bit in february 😭 imma say i manifested that.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: none

head-cannon: yours and charles’ lives after moving in together in monaco.

۵ after dating for about three years, charles proposed the idea of you guys moving in together. the two of you decided on buying a new house in monaco instead of picking between the two of yours.

۵ if you thought living together would be a bad idea, you’d be wrong.

۵ it was the best idea you guys had ever had.

۵ no more ‘can you come over?’ texts at 2am because one of you couldn’t sleep. no more keeping clothes in his closest and some of his in yours. no. everything was perfect now.

۵ you shared a bedroom, a space, a closet, and a home.

۵ when you woke up in the morning, you occasionally would wake to charles playing the piano. a beautiful sound that you thought angels would come down from heaven to hear.

۵ you’d sneak up behind him and kiss his cheek as you sat beside him and played for a while with him.

۵ when you met charles, you didn’t know anything about pianos. but after three years, he’s taught you everything and you enjoy the hobby more than a lot of things.

۵ piano became a staple in your daily routines. at least an hour everyday, you sat down at the piano and practiced.

۵ which usually ended with charles behind you, kissing your neck as you giggled, pushing him off, “charles! i’m practicing, stop that.”

۵ maybe you guys even came out with a song on his spotify. a little duet on the piano, which everyone loved.

۵ grocery shopping was always fun. you insisted that charles didn’t need to go, he was busy after all. but he would never miss it.

۵ he probably will grab to the most unhealthy things and you’re just like, “wont your trainer be mad…?” and he just shrugs and throws the cereal into the cart.

۵ you and kika are bestfriends. obviously.

۵ since your boyfriend’s hangout all the time, you guys started talking and hanging out together and leaving the guys to train.

۵ since you and kika became so close, pierre and charles shared a jet more often.

۵ races were even more fun with you had another girl to talk to. sure, you were friends with the other girls, but you and kika had a connection.

۵ and you had always gone to the family dinners.

۵ pascale saw you as one of her own, she knew you and charles were meant for each other.

۵ and arthur and enzo knew that too.

۵ of course, they all expected charles to propose, which after a while, he told them he would eventually.

۵ but before that, you told kika how much you wanted to get married, and she kept telling you, “just wait, i’m sure he will soon.”

۵ and yeah, maybe pierre told kika that charles was planning to purpose after monaco this year.

۵ and he won monaco. he won at his home.

۵ and he proposed to you on that podium, asking you up there to celebrate, and he got down on one knee.

۵ sobbing, of course you said yes. which fans loved and his friends cheered, kika recording the whole thing.

۵ the wedding was gorgeous, and the honeymoon was incredible.

۵ but you both looked forward to going back home.

۵ you yearned for your simple routine.

۵ and, of course, charles threw out the idea of christening the house now that you were officially married.

۵ and christen you did.

۵ the bedroom, the sofa, the shower, the island, the kitchen table, the balcony, the guest bedrooms, and his new ferrari.

۵ anyways….

۵ you also tried to reach charles how to cook.

۵ he burnt the cookies, let the pasta boil over, served raw burgers, and made the scrambled eggs smoke.

۵ so you quickly took over the home cooked meals.

۵ the two of you loved living together, but it was even better as a married couple.

(guys this posted on queue OMG😭 i’m so sorry it wasn’t finished! i’ll keep it up tho lol)

#charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc headcanon

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matrixbearer2024 · 5 months ago

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Remember when I said these two knew how to play instruments? It was just a teeeeensy thing in a post- yeah here's both of them playing a pretty iconic melody cuz what the hell and holy shit drawing instruments is HARD LMAO

I got skill issued with this piece so bad and I know the piano keys are wrong but I do not have the energy to care about it right now-

Context of the picture is them just practicing, this was taken before they graduated senior high so it's not actually that far back but it's old enough. They don't look all that pleased considering it's like the twentieth time they've played that piece again just to get it perfectly right. Ford literally wouldn't shut up about it until they did despite Stan being slightly annoyed by it and his inability to keep up sometimes on faster pieces HAHAHAHA

ANYWAY- yes, Ford isn't wearing his gloves because it's harder for him to play when he is and Stan plays the violin because he lost a game of rock paper scissors with his brother... well it's more than that but basically they wouldn't stop fighting over the piano(classic case of siblings pissing each other off for the sake of pissing each other off) and they had a best of three with rock paper scissors to see who had to learn a second instrument and Stan lost LMAO

Good on him though for sticking to his word though, so he picked up the recorder in the meantime while trying to decide on a duet instrument. Problem being he couldn't really learn the recorder much before he found his snapped in two at some point in his room(Filbrick). So he tried something else, the violin.

That thing stuck, even until college he still knows how to play the violin and play it well. Stanley just rarely practices where people can accidentally hear him or stumble into him because he'd rather not get bombarded with music requests.

Ford actually did give up playing the piano at some point though, mostly because he's always pestered to keep his gloves on while practicing(Filbrick) and he's sadly too impatient to actually get used to such a thing when he knows he's already much better off without the gloves. He hasn't forgotten how to play though, he just refuses outright for the most bit.

It's pretty upsetting to watch him practice sometimes though because he's that piano player that slams on the keys when he's pissed enough and his perfectionist tendencies really doesn't help when he misses a note or screws up the tempo. Stan's gotten pretty good at notifying him about it though since neither would want to accidentally deal with a broken piano from Ford breaking something in the mechanisms from hitting the keys too hard.

It's actually happened once before when they first started out and the earful he got for it plus some pretty unsavory things(Filbrick) I won't specify had kind of low-key traumatized both of the twins.

Also if you do notice, Stan's shirt is the same design as the one he has in college. It's not because it's the same shirt, he bought the same design after he wore this one to shreds because it's comfy. I don't even know what to say about it cuz that's kinda it chat HAHAHAHAHHA

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allpiesforourown · 7 months ago

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ok even though biology student is more likely (more into animal ecosystems, cool monsters of the real world etc) i have another theory on shen yuans pre-transmigration career which is musician. bc we know he viewed being a peak lord as easy enough to consider it lazing his days away, we know that if he’s enjoying his work he doesn’t consider it working too hard, so if he were practicing instrument(s) he enjoyed he wouldn’t consider it work so much as ‘being lazy’, plus he is on the scholars peak, and of the four arts the hardest one for him to fake would definitely be music (weiqi makes sense for him to kind of know, art is visual and therefore easier to bullshit about, but music takes a knowledge of theory and stuff)

imagine shizun with a cello, stretching around it, looking down as he carefully pulls the bow across the strings (i am hypnotizing you) as the cello sings with a low vibrato. listen to a cello solo and think about shizun

and music teachers and composers both have options to make their schedules more flexible, and both are seen as not to ambitious, which shen yuan says he was, and again, if he’s enjoying teaching music he’s not exactly going to consider it work now?,

plus piano teachers often sit next to their students on the bench, so obviously any music student of his would be pressed up against him as he tells them where to put their fingers, he finally shows them the piece he’s teaching them as they watch his fingers dance across the keys to play and now shizun does the same thing for his guqin students

imagine shizun with a flute (the skills being tongue, finger and blow, wood(the reed) in his mouth, breath control to hold his breath for a long time) and playing like, a ghibli song. listen to a flute rendition of a town with an ocean view and think of shizun before you reply to this ask

you got SO close to hypnotizing me but you slipped up when you said flute reed.. flutes do not have reeds you are thinking of a clarinet!!

but yeah... yeah i am listening anon... shizun with a cello.... shizun on the piano... I'm going to be imagining playing romantic duets with shizun for the rest of my life now.

#svsss #shen yuan

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wormdevourer · 1 month ago

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HSR - Band AU oneshot!

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GROUPS PERFORMING TONIGHT:

1. (8:30 PM) - High-Cloud Quintet

2. (8:52 PM) - The IPC

3. (9:17 PM) - Halovians

4. (9:33 PM) - Xianzhou Luofu

5. (9:50 PM) - Astral Express

The music venue was packed with fans all excitedly chatting about the upcoming show. Some wore shirts with a band’s logo on it, while others waved colorful light sticks in the air.

In the front right side, a group of teen girls squealed about excited they were to see Band 3 - the Halovians - particularly Sunday, who they all seemed to be swooning over.

Behind you to your left was a group of older boys excited to see Dan Heng in Band 5. And to both sides of you were intense Group 1 fans, holding little plush Blades and Jinglius.

The arena quieted down into excited whispers and hushed giggles as the lights dimmed. You were practically thrumming in your seat.

When the lights on the stage turned on, everyone around you seemed to gasp in unison. On the drums sat a happy Baiheng, on the bass, a pretty Blade, on the guitar, a smug Jing Yuan, and Jingliu with the mic in her hands.

Then came the cheers and screaming…the group around you seemed especially happy to see Blade (which you could relate to). You raised your hands to make a heart shape and beamed at Blade, hoping for him to look your way.

You nearly died and went to heaven when he gave you a smirk.

The show began, and the music was amazing. Everyone up there looked so excited (even if Blade tried to hide it). You’d remember this night for a long time to come.

After that group’s performance, it was now time for the IPC. The lights dimmed again, casting the room in a comfortable dark.

When they turned back on, your heart thumped in your chest. Up on the stage stood Topaz on the drums, Numby beside her as always. Aventurine was playing guitar, while Ratio was on the keyboard. Jade stood beside them with the microphone. They all looked so pretty!

Their music was exquisite as well - you made eye contact with Aventurine for a moment during the performance and nearly lost your breath. Those lilac and cyan eyes of his nearly stopped your heart.

Again, the bands switched, and the group in the front went wild when they saw Sunday on stage. He looked very elegant, up there beside his sister Robin. You held up those heart hands again, and…Sunday blew you a kiss. Oh my god, he really did.

The group in front seemed to worship you with their eyes.

Sunday sat on the bench of the piano, while Robin stood with the microphone. Their little duet was adorable and sweet, and it made that front group tear up (although, maybe they were just crying because you got a kiss from Sunday and they didn’t).

After they were done, with many protests from the front group, the bands switched once more. Now on stage stood Fu Xuan on guitar, Fugue on bass, Qingque on drums, Huohuo on the piano, and Guinaifen with the microphone. It was a mixed group, but they performed very well. A few audience members behind you cheered Qingque on - they appeared to be her relatives - how sweet!

After that, it was time for the last performance of the night. Stelle stood with her guitar beside March 7th on drums, while Dan Heng held his bass beside Welt’s piano. Himeko stood with the microphone at the front. The group of Dan Heng’s fans went wild upon seeing him, to which Dan Heng’s ears tinged pink. This performance was adorable, and even more so when they invited Sunday to join them on stage. He got lots of flowers from the group up front, who enjoyed seeing him again.

The whole night was wonderful overall, and when the final song wrapped up, you found yourself overjoyed to have attended.

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this is also up on my wattpad (@slay_bestie_yass), so please go check out my other works there!

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hidden-by-a-trench-coat · 2 months ago

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Hi does anyone want to hear about my SFTH Orchestra AU???

I've had it in the back of my mind for a little while but I was suddenly struck with intense inspiration, so here's what I have so far ideas-wise with my favorites/more elaborated ones on top and going down with less detail (I'll split them up by longform for your convenience):

(Kind of a long post so beware. It should also be noted I have only been in orchestra and I know depressingly little about the choir and band so. I apologize in advance - please feel free to add input about either of those if you want!)

Unrelenting Aubergine

I'm not fully sure about what Margaery's role would be, but for some reason she gives me cellist vibes. Maybe it's the way Sam sits while playing her, idk- regardless I feel like she'd be really good at it and would have lots of experience

She can play baroque-style as well because I said so. (I'll get to it later but she plays in the group with Father Andrews and Begruvia, too)

She could also be the conductor... I feel like she'd fit the role well, but I want to keep that slot open for now

Titch and James, I'm not exactly sure what they'd play, but with Margaery playing cello it makes me think they could, too and Margeary's magic in this AU is instead her teaching their father to play and then also teaching them how to play. With them playing the same instrument, it still allows them to have their rivalry as they try to live up to their father's legacy! Maybe he leaves them a really really nice instrument and they're kind of competing for it

James also gives me double bass vibes so maybe he's just doing it to try to make their father proud but in reality he kind of just wants to play double bass. Maybe he likes jazz, he kind of gives me those vibes

And Derek!!! I can't forget about him. He gives me viola vibes for some reason. Or maybe second violinist. He just wants to support Titch!!! But I think he could play piano as I could see that fitting for him. He’s Titch’s accompaniment! Basically his assistant, still

(He also gives me music theory nerd vibes for some reason, so maybe he composes from time to time)

Phantom of Hornchurch

Begruvia plays baroque-style viola because I said so. (This is what inspired the AU, actually-) He can also play modern viola but he just prefers baroque-style

Andrews, meanwhile, plays the organ! (it's so associated with churches I though it would be fitting) That and maybe harpsichord/piano, too, since if he can play organ he can probably play those two as well

(He also kind of gives me conductor vibes, but that's usually reserved for the first violinist in ensembles [or, well, leading, is. Not exactly 'conducting']. He'd probably be second to lead, though)

They respect each other's skills but they don't really get along - probably because they have completely different musical interpretations of the pieces and things

Since it's probably a small group, however, - and as I mentioned earlier - Margaery is there, too, and they both respect her skills. She finds it amusing to watch them bicker when it's not interfering with their practice time. She is not afraid to scold them about them wasting time

Cardboard Stegosaurus

Cliff plays cello (I swear I'm not that biased- they just all give me cello vibes). He's in his own ensemble before meeting Maire-Claire

Marie-Claire plays either violin or harp, but I'm leaning towards violin. It mimics the voice, it can have such a sweet but intense sound; she steals the show and yet she is still so collaborative and knows how to work with a group so well and Cliff absolutely loves it (but she would also be so majestic with a harp so. Either or!)

Pierre plays viola or cello, too, but I'm actually leaning towards viola. Him and Marie-Claire used to do lots of duets together and they played in an ensemble together

Marie-Claire and Cliff meet at some kind of ensemble gathering together where they play in a group together and they are both just enamored by each other's playing and it goes from there.

I imagine they don't pressure Chip into playing any instruments, but he still wants to try. I think Marie-Claire would try to teach him some violin and maybe in the future if anything happens with Cliff and Pierre (because I kind of love them) Chip can pick up viola, too, and use what he learned about violin to transition to viola. Maybe he plays both - either way Pierre is impressed by how much Chip knows and probably recognizes the skills that he learned from Marie-Claire right away

Toby's Secret Pocket

Toby would play something really elegant. I could see him playing harp and being really proud of it - but I could also see him playing piano. Maybe he knows both

He could also compose music, that might make a little more sense (he'd probably play a bit, too, though)

I don't have any ideas for his wife yet, but I imagine she'd have some kind of role in the orchestra, too

Clancy and Doohickey, meanwhile, should be like, a really loud section. Either somewhere in the like band section (brass and woodwinds or whatever) or like. First violins. Something where they can fight about their positions all the time. I don’t know enough about band instruments to assign them any, though and I don't know if they fit violin

They also don't have to be in the same section, they could also be two different instruments always fighting about which instrument is better or which has better solos/pieces and stuff, which can do cooler things, that kind of stuff. They could have some funny stuff being at the front of their sections and constantly glaring at each other as they try to be the better player but also have to communicate so they just glare (I think they'd secretly respect each other's playing, though)

Jimmy can be there, too! I think he could play something like trombone, maybe. One of the brass instruments, I feel like. Or maybe we can give him a triangle. I think he’d like triangle. Regardless, he's just having a great time in the background

From here on I don't have as elaborate of ideas, but I still want to include them

Inside the Mysterious Cube

Jeremiah and Bubba I feel like would play something like the fiddle (which, fun fact, I'm pretty sure is literally just violin and all of the difference comes from the style of play, actually) or something like saxophone. Which, I know would make them be kind of out of place in an orchestra, but idk, I think it suits them for some reason

Regardless they just enjoy themselves. I feel like they'd do a lot of duets and things rather than like full group performances

Clarissa's DIY Wedding

Amanda could sing. I think she’d have a great singing voice. That or like. Bassoon??? Idk why I just like. I just see it.

Clarissa, meanwhile I could also see singing. But maybe she picks up another instrument. I could see her playing flute

I think they would have met when they were young at some kind of music camp or at a music class at school and they just hit it off and became best friends from there. I think they would have done some great duets when they were younger

Mark would either play one of the brass instruments or like, keyboard. Some kind of electric instrument. Or maybe percussion. Admittedly I don't have many ideas for him (and I know too little about band to give him an instrument...) but he should be there, too

Priscilla's Final Petal

Priscilla! She still plays piano, she still pretty young (maybe somewhere around 18), still pressured into it by her parents (probably getting her into college, too), and she’s good at it, but… she doesn’t enjoy it.

Because of this she doesn’t have much musicality (or like. Putting emotion into the music, kind of). She plays the notes on the page as they’re written and doesn't really try much else. It doesn't have much emotion and it sometimes hinders the performance.

Everyone in the orchestra worries about her because she doesn’t seem to enjoy herself… (I like to think they try to take care of her or at least check in on her because she's still pretty young compared to most of them and she doesn't seem to be enjoying herself, but she's a good kid - I feel like Derek especially would check in on her, but people like Amanda, Jeremiah and Bubba, and Cliff do, too - oh, and Margaery! She acts like she doesn’t care but she does)

One time she gets really angry during a rehearsal and just stands up and yells at the conductor (whoever that ends up being, I still don't know) about how much she hates music and playing and how dumb it all is. Maybe she throws her music to the ground, of which some sections are just scribbled frantically out, and she just walks out and doesn’t return for the next few rehearsals

I think she would just need to find out how to enjoy music on her own or find something else to do - maybe a different instrument, maybe something else entirely, who knows

Wild, Wet, and Worrisome

Persephone!!! Maybe she sings but she just isn't great at it. Or maybe she is but she doesn't like it all that much. But the others still like her, even if they can be a bit rude at times (her sisters can be there, too). In my mind she desires to play another instrument and hasn't gotten a chance to try anything different (for some reason I want to say flute)

Maybe that’s how she meets Geoff. Maybe he plays something else - percussion? They’re both a bit awkward and they still hit it off - I don't have many other ideas about them, though, but I want them to be there

And that's it for now! I really want to include Tarquin and Amanda from Lost In Your Eyes (who would've guessed), but I don't have any ideas for them yet... I kind of want to include Beetroot Sam/Rupert and Justin, too, cause I like them, but I'm not sure. Maybe the Bandit Brothers, too. Jemima, David, and Mr. Steven from Milkman could also fit in... Caesar and Juliet could join in on the baroque-style playing group. Nigel, Andrew, and Uncle Sam could be fun to put in there, too. I should probably go to sleep now, but I might add onto this later with more ideas for them as I think of them.

Thank you for reading my ramblings! Feel free to add more ideas, I'm now very invested in this AU. Maybe I'll write something for it in the future but I'm not sure (Also, I need ideas for a conductor... I keep forgetting… Conductor Nigel, maybe…? I don’t know)

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ketterdamskaelishprince · 1 year ago

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episode 100, mr raven what the fuck

obviously since i'll be talking about episode 100 i'm going to just put it out there that if you haven't read episode 100 yet then do not read this. then again, this is all in vague reference to the episode and i'm mostly just using bits and pieces to back up my previous idea.

(this is taken from ep 99 pls chill i'm not dishing out spoilers)

anyways, if we continue to ep 100, we see MORE EVIDENCE FOR THAT WIERD DEER THING BEING THEO.

"and for you, especially" shouts to me specifically about this. as previously stated, i have the most insane and stupid thought that the weird deer-monster-bone-tree thing from episode one (you know what i'm talking about), is theo's spectre.

as stated before, the most compelling evidence i have for this is the fact that theo was known to hunt deer a lot, and the thing we see in episode one looks a lot like a deer skull, just with loads of red eyes placed into the cracks and such. and we know from the first episode that it seemed to flock towards lenore and annabel. or at least i think it sort of seems to go towards them.

and you, know i could've been wrong– except look at this from ep 100:

now, obviously the first part practically proves the fact something is following lenore, and that this something is (potentially!!!) theo's spectre. but i think what proves it more is what mr raven says next.

"close as a second shadow"

someone on tumblr (i cannot remember who) pointed out that annabel and lenore's like fates are almost reversed? and how lenore who once had nothing to loose now has everything, and annabel is vice versa. and you know, first of all, amazing take. delicious. fantastic. whoever this was, please please please make yourself known to me pookie i'm gna worship the ground you walk on because you've given me thoughts !!!

from this "second shadow" talk, i wonder if the idea of reversal spreads through more than just lenore and annabel's relationship. in life, theo was the star violinist whilst lenore was the accompanist, the piano player.

musically, lenore was his shadow.

of course, this is a very generalised take. as somebody who plays both piano and flute, i'm not going to go out and say that the piano player is just background noise when it's a duet, but more often then not the piano stands aside so that the violin (in these situations) can shine.

n life, lenore lives behind theo's shadow, and when he dies she's haunted by it.

when she looks in the mirror, she sees theo as she cuts her hair. she sees him everywhere. in his life, she was the the dark shadow that loomed– but in death he always behind her, always the dark looming figure that follows her. her guilt binds with his memory and forms that dark looming thought that nobody wants to discuss.

and so, to me, it makes perfect sense that this little deer-tree-bone-monster thing is theo.

but then, obviously, as i look at all of this, there is the glaring question of why in the first episode this monster looked like it really wanted to chomp on lenore and annabel's limbs. and you know, typically, siblings don't want to cannibalise each other.

i see your point, and i respond back with these three panels:

lenore goes on to explain that their bloodline has been plagued by madness, misfortune and death. then, take a look at what the raven says of how spirits "oft" are "driven to madness" by their desire for souls.

i think this connects, because idk i just think it does. could be totally wrong, but i think (???) theo (???) somehow escaped to try get back to lenore and go to the threshold (???) but got trapped in that spooky place, and his only defence left was his spectre (???) and so, by staying in it too long, he too was "driven to madness" which probably wasn't helped by the vandernacht curse (???). he might be half forgotten in his own mind, but he knows one thing right now: he wants to find lenore, his sister. he might not remember her as his sister, but he knows her name and an image is there in her mind. so when she arrives, he must get to her.

anyways guys, that's it. ignore me. i yap a lot. i know i don't know a lot and i'm sure there's a few fastpassers out there who are laughing because i'm being silly, but let me delude myself :)

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #nevermore #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #lenore vandernacht #theo nevermore #i am singlehandedly adding to this tag #this may be riddled with typos #episode 100 damn fr

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leeneir · 1 year ago

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Duo AU; Pro Gamer Iso x Violinist!Reader (Part 1)

I check the iso x reader tag EVERYDAY. FOR ISO CONTENT. Sadly, Iso isn't that popular. Sigh. Guess I'll do it myself.

AU inspired by those public pianist trends on yt and my Iso x OC ship as always. Along with that one toxic pro gamer Iso x reader on here, i fking love that au sm. (Hes not toxic in this one tho lol)

Pro Valorant player Zhao Yu, better known by his internet name "Dead Lilac" is a mechanically gifted one-trick main whose name is famous all over the gaming community.

Professional Violinist "Reader", famous for their musical talent and prodigal like abilities, having climbed up the ranks and becoming renowed in the music community and on social media.

Iso finishes up a stream with a sigh, the ratio of wins to losses was bad today, how disappointing. Zhao Yu lays in bed, taking a brief moment of rest before he continued on with his day.

His roommate Omen is playing with the cat when he goes to the kitchen to get something to eat, they talk for a bit, and the cat starts purring at his feet. He picks it up and just does a stare off with the thing while it paws at his face (without claws), and blows a rasberry. Omen chuckles.

Omen brings up the fact that his friends are going out for an outting later, Zhao Yu decides to get ready. He wears his signature hoodie ofc.

Jamie, Sunwoo, Tala, Tayane, and Mateo come along. Sadly, Ryo couldn't come. He was too busy with his drift practice or whatever. Tala says her brother was just too lazy to come.

They all meet up at the mall where they go shopping and do whatever, discussing random whatnots and getting up to antics. And then they find a piano in public and Jamie tells Zhao Yu to play something, they'll record it and post it online because why not? He's really good at playing it too.

Zhao Yu decides to humor them and gets on the piano, trying to think of a piece to play before he starts.

His fingers cross the keys with grace and practiced ease, playing a romantic classical version of a popular song. Zhao Yu finds himself lost in the music piece as strangers began turning heads and pausing in their step. He can feel his friends' eyes on him as Phoenix' camera records him, and he finds himself becoming more confident with each note he plays.

Unbeknowst to him, as he was nearing the chorus, one stranger came up and opened a peculiar shaped bag, pulling out a violin out of it. The moment Zhao Yu plays the chorus note, a new instrument joined him.

He almost paused, but his fingers kept playing. Somehow, he and the violinist were perfectly in sync. He turned his head without lifting his fingers, and he see's the stranger playing the instrument, and he's awed by their ability.

More people crowd around as they watch the duet, enchanted by the melody and harmony while Jamie continues recording. Zhao Yu and the stranger play until the end of the song. When they finished, the whole crowd applauded and cheered. It sort of reminded Zhao Yu of the music recitals he did when he was younger.

He gets off the piano and approaches his duet, complimenting them on their skill and giving his name, which the stranger responded with their own.

Reader and Zhao Yu chat about the piece they just played, and Jamie and Mateo run in with the video, showing it to both of them. It's then that Zhao Yu saw Reader passing by before they decided to play, and he's amazed at how easily they synced up to him without missing a note.

Mateo then says that he was a fan of Reader which promptly confused Zhao Yu. Was Reader someone famous? Jamie asked for permission to post the video which Reader granted without issue.

They continued talking for a moment up until Reader said that they had an appointment to get to and excused themself.

By the time that was over, Zhao Yu's friend group went nuts. Apparently having held themselves back from "ruining his chances", whatever that meant. Jamie and Mateo however couldn't hold themselves which is why they approached. Sunwoo proceeded to shake him uncontrollably for not getting Reader's number. When he asked why he needed it, Tala called him a "lonely bastard".

He asks if they knew her since Mateo did, and he was told that Reader was a social media influencer known for their violin talent.

Jamie sent the video to Zhao Yu's editor and they continued on with their hangout. Though, the duet still played on the back of his mind throughtout.

Timeskip to later that night, Zhao Yu realized that maybe he should have gotten Reader's number, and also why Tala called him lonely. Omen watched the video too and acknowledged Reader's social media presence which made Zhao Yu wonder just how popular they were if even his roommate knew about them.

The next day, Iso's editor had the video ready and posted. And it was doing numbers.

As it turns out, a duet between a pro gramer and a famous violinist was bound to go viral and become so popular that it was trending on every platform.

Both to his confusion and surprise, his fans went crazy with the shipping. He knew what it was only because his online group and team engaged in such antics. Although he wasn't sure how Reader would react. He only just recently followed them on their socials and was surprised to find out that they were already a follower.

His twitch chat wouldn't shut up about the duet and he recounted the story of how that moment came to be. And they went haywire. Zhao Yu found ship edits of him and Reader from the duet video and things were getting out of hand. He was worried of how this would affect them considering they weren't part of this side of the community, much less even in this community.

He found a response from Reader regarding the duet, and to his relief it was mostly positive. They even addressed a part of the response directly to him, asking if they should record an official one if he wanted to.

Now, Zhao Yu was open to collabs. But for some reason, this one had him staring at his screen for minutes as the type bar blinked in the chat box, it was Reader's instagram.

He decided that it wouldn't hurt to add some music content into his gaming content and wanted to reach out to Reader to inquire about that collab idea they proposed. Except... he was nervous.

Why was he though? It made no sense. Zhao Yu didn't get nervous, so why was he? He's done this dozens of times, so why was it any different now?

Mustering up all the courage he could, he typed a few letters and sent the message without leaving room to think it over.

On Reader's phone, a notification popped up from instagram messages. They opened it up, it was from Iso?!

"Hey" they read.

Yknow, this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 weeks. Finally glad i got this out even if some parts are uncohseive

#iso valorant #valorant #valorant iso #li zhao yu #iso #i love iso #valorant iso x reader #i love my wife #iso x reader #au #valorant au #valorant x reader

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127luvr · 1 year ago

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Hi can i ask for a male reader x doyoung, where they're both in school and they have an assignment to sing a duet, but doyoung just really chose m!r so that they can spend more time together. Then they kiss?

kiss ♫⋆｡♪ ₊

kim doyoung x male reader

doyoung had never questioned his life in music. he knew from a young age where he was headed--what path in life he wanted to pursue. he breathed music like it was his lifeline. it was the one thing in his life he never second-guessed. he knew he was good at it. at singing--at reading music--at conducting his class for an assignment--at teaching it when he became a student-teacher.

he was born for this.

you weren't as lucky.

the passion for music came from watching a performance of your school choir by chance. you were convinced that you were destined to pass by the auditorium at that very moment--destined to hear the way the ensemble blended their voices together so seamlessly--as if it was a body of water collectively sending waves to shore.

it was too late in the year to join the ensemble you heard, but you managed to squeeze in to one of the beginner classes. it was one of the things in life that you took seriously. staying after school for any extra help from upperclassmen. staying behind to see the rigorous practices that the advanced classes had. while you were graced with a natural talent for music, you still had so much to learn.

which is why you were the most excited when they assigned duets. the only strict rule being that it had to be someone that was in the choir program.

doyoung had taken a liking to you. watching you from the corner of his eye when you sat in one of their after-school practices. he watched the way your pencil followed along the sheet music as they sang, circling the dynamics on top--and underneath--the staff. he watched as your body followed the conductor's baton--watched as you sang along subconsciously to your voice part in the song. he knew without a doubt that he had to choose you for a duet.

he just wasn't entirely sure if it was for his own selfish reasons or for your raw talent.

"(y/n)?" you feel a light tap on your shoulder, the sudden sensation startling you. your binder slips out of your hands when you turn to doyoung, his nearness surprising you further. you can't help but gawk at him, ignoring the way your sheet music spills out of the binder on the floor. doyoung's eyes fall to the floor, his lips twitching slightly as he goes to pick it up for you. you are still watching him as he bends down, his long fingers quick with gathering your materials. you manage to look away as he straightens his posture again, holding his hands out to hand you your binder. "i know we aren't really familiar with each other, but did you want to team up for the duet assignment?"

he was one of the upperclassmen. one of the singers that stood out to you when you watched them practice. the critiques he received from directors were nitpick-y. always something about rounding out his vowels--looking more expressive. it was clear that they only picked on him for small things because they weren't able to find anything he was bad at. he didn't need to improve--but he did need to be pushed just like his classmates.

"yeah!"

you quickly realize that doyoung isn't in it for the music. he knows the song inside and out from the get-go. leaving you to scramble and learn the song even when you're not practicing together. this only makes you wonder what he was in it for. why he chose you of all people?

your practices were usually done in the school practice rooms. preferably one with an old piano in it--sometimes you weren't as lucky. but you watched as doyoung's eyes moved faster than his fingers, reading the music as he played the black and white piano keys. you were almost jealous of his talents. envious of his ability to multitask so effortlessly but he interprets your gaze differently. patting the space on the bench next to him so you could sit--instead of standing with your back to the wall, stiff.

"i like to learn the notes by playing them and then singing them. makes it easier to correct. do you want to try?" your hands hover over the keys, scared to play any of them incorrectly. if you were being honest, you only knew the name of the notes on your phone, where the keys were labeled. "here, i'll show you."

you don't expect doyoung to put his hands on top of yours, guiding them to where he was previously playing. but the piano is the last thing on your mind. instead, thoughts of doyoung's soft skin and dainty fingers replace any and all rational thoughts from your brain.

"the note in between these black keys is d. if you look at the piano you will notice that the pattern repeats over and over again, so the notes only go a, b, c, d, e, f and g. and then back to a. the black keys are semitones--flat or sharp. it just depends on what key we're in, you know?" doyoung finally takes note of your flushed face, his hands immediately clammy on top of yours as he watches you chew your bottom lip anxiously. "(y/n)? did you get any of that?"

"uh-"

"is there a way for me to keep you concentrated?" your gaze drops down to his pouty lips, subconsciously licking your own as you stare them down. this doesn't go unnoticed by doyoung--who has been yearning for your affection since your practices together started. "kissing you?"

for a moment you thought you had shared your thoughts out loud--only to find that your lips were still shut. doyoung was the first to bring up a kiss. that could only mean that he wanted to. that it crossed his mind before it crossed yours. he leans in, with his hands still on top of yours. you're aware of his nearness. the way his cool breath hits your cupid's bow. the way he smells like baby powder--and a little bit like sweat from being in this room for so long. your eyes finally meet again which causes him to tilt his head, raising his eyebrows as if to ask you for a second time.

"here?" but you're the first one to close the gap, the first to meet your lips together. completely disregarding the glass door. completely disregarding that someone might walk by. but none of it matters--not when doyoung's lips feel heavenly. and he's drinking you up like you're a glass of iced tea on a hot summer day. you almost don't want to pull away. wanting to stay in his warmth even if the positioning was awkward. "we can practice at my place next time."

#HELLOOOOO #im loving all of the doyoung requests #he's my little bunny #i was in choir for like 7+ years #my knowledge might be limited idk i miss learning about music #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dojaejung #nct x male reader #x male reader #kim doyoung #doyoung x male reader #<3

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narcjsistx · 10 months ago

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◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(*´∇`)ﾉ I hope your day is going well :) and if it isn't troubling you, can you do izana with a gf who's a pianist?? Imagine having duets with him playing his guitar 👀

HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day ❤️‍🩹 I absolutely love this idea! also, I hope you don't mind if I made an os instead of hcs

— Duet

"Are you sure you can afford it? It's really a lot of money" says Kakucho putting the last box on the floor. You nod in satisfaction, knowing that this piano was the result of a year and a half of wages "Absolutely yes. Besides, I don't think I can get a refund even if I wanted to" you say placing a hand on the piano, shiny and black. Kakucho sighs and bids you farewell, heading to his room

You had the home gym moved to another place just to have free room to put the piano. It had taken some time since your boyfriend and Kakucho didn't see eye to eye, but over time they had both changed their minds. So, once you cleared the room and painted it a lavender shade, you were just waiting to buy the piano. The day was today and the piano was already assembled in the center of the room

Izana had not been able to help Kakucho in moving the boxes from the instrument shop to your house, he was unfortunately busy with an issue with the Haitani brothers. But he would be home soon anyway, so you didn't worry

Since you and Izana came of age, so about a year ago, you had taken custody of Kakucho and together you had moved to a house in the suburbs. The house, although not large, was laid out well enough to have several rooms to use for recreation beyond the normal ones. One of them was the gym, one was Izana's study, and another had become the room with the piano

You and Izana had known each other practically forever. You had arrived at the orphanage a year before him, after your parents had disappeared for unknown reasons. You had met him and with the arrival of Kakucho your group had strengthened. At the age of 10, as a joke, you promised to get together a few years later, but instead it really happened: since you were 13 you were a couple. Living in a house together wasn't strange to you since the orphanage was ultimately a home

"Let's see what you can do, little boy" you say approaching the piano, sitting on the stool. Check if it's in tune and it is, then improvise some tunes. Your passion for the piano had been born many years before, when the director of the orphanage had joined a musical project. You had tried the piano and, seeing how good you were, he had you take private lessons until your last day in the orphanage

You continue with your slow melody for a few more minutes, until you suddenly turn around and see Izana sitting in the armchair behind you "You scared me!" you say out of tune, but Izana gives you an amused smile "The melody was beautiful. Wasn't it the same one that the director said he loved?" he says getting up from the chair, standing behind you "Not really, that's another one. Wait" you say placing your fingers back on the keys, playing the song Izana intends. It was one of Beethoven, of which you actually didn't remember everything perfectly, but the result was always something pleasant

You play your melody calmly, occasionally adding parts that are not from the song but invented by you. The sound is nice, and Izana seems to agree. He places a hand on your shoulder, motioning for you to continue. You nod a little confused, seeing him leave the room

He comes back a few seconds later, holding his guitar close to him. Tune it with little time and try to join your melody, and few minutes pass before he completely enters into the melody, also inventing some random notes which however do not change the beauty of the song. It's not uncommon for you to do these things, it happened often with the little piano you had in your room until a few days ago. It was something pleasant for you to play with him, you loved that boy and the way he, unexpectedly, could play the guitar so expertly and calmly. You smile at him, looking up from the piano as you don't stop playing. Only you know how much you love this boy, how much you have faced being both without parents. If you were to lose him, it would be the end for you, not even Kakucho would be able to save you, even though he is the second most important person for you

“Can you go to E minor? I want to try something" you tell your boyfriend, not sure if what you want to do is embarrassing or not. But come on, he even saw you naked... he could be embarrassed about something else, not this. Izana nods, and the key of the song takes on another life, slightly higher. You sigh and look down, focused on the notes "You may be nobody, but in reality you are everything to me" you sing in a low voice, taking the first verse of a song that you often heard on the radio of the orphanage, of which you don't know the name but all the words

"If the world were to collapse I would have no problem if I were by your side, your breathing is the reason why I carry on" you sing, raising your voice a little, trying to also maintain concentration on the notes of the piano "Your thoughts are the reason I believe in children's imagination. The color of your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" you say, feeling my cheeks red with embarrassment. You don't dare look up but it seems like Izana is focused on the guitar

"... You may be nobody, but in reality you are everything to me" sings Izana, taking up the verse from the first verse. You look up smiling, surprised that he has started singing too “I believe in angels because I am certain that you exist” you sing, and Izana joins in on the last line. The chorus is completely played, without words. You look at each other and understand that in the end the song isn't wrong: you know about the existence of angels because Izana Kurokawa exists. Take the words back and spend the rest of the song looking at each other, singing

The song ends with a small guitar solo. You wait for him to finish playing to give him a round of applause, but you see him walking towards you: he delicately lifts your chin and places a small kiss on your lips "When you play you are something unique" he whispers on your lips, making you shiver "I can say the same about you,” you say, chuckling. He smiles at you and puts the guitar on the floor, placing it against the wall "Tell Kakucho to get ready. We'll go out in an hour" he says leaving the room, but you don't remember why they have to go out. You get up and follow him, while he has already arrived in his room "Where are you going?" you ask

"Don't you remember? Tonight at 8pm there's the meeting with Toman" he says with his back turned as he takes his Tenjiku uniform from the wardrobe. You had completely forgotten about this fight "I remembered it was another day. I'm going to warn Kakucho" you say nodding to your boyfriend, who nods his thanks to you

It's really true, if something ever happened to Izana you would never be the same. But he is strong, he is the strongest in Japan. You can't worry knowing that no one can beat him

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stars-interlude · 1 year ago

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Final duet~

a/n: AHHHHH IM SOOOOOOO HAPPPYY WITH ALL THE NOTES ON THE XIAO FIC TYYYYYSMM honestly i think that the xiao fic was way better than the kazuha fic but i love both of them anyways enjoy this Scaramouche fic (idek where this idea came from)

☆ Parings: Pianist!Scaramouche x Femviolinist!Reader

☆Tags/Warnings: slight angst (if you squint), NSFW!!, a little bit of cursing

synopsis; pianist Scara always plays solo right? until you get booked by the same people for the same event and the two of you have to work something out to play and with a lot of fights and disagreements about what to play for this event you two decide on the perfect duet and could this blossom into something more than just orchestra partners?

[💿]- now playing

Scaramouche always thought be would play solo. It’s just always been that way since he was young “You’ll be better by yourself” His mother would say. His opinion suddenly changed when you came into his life. He was in the practice room and suddenly you walked in “Oh, i’m sorry I’ll just go” you said before walking out “Wait who are you?” Scaramouche’s voice barely got your attention you turned back to him “i’m [name] and who might you be ?” you smiled as you introduced yourself “i’m Scaramouche it’s nice to meet you, I guess you must be going now” honestly you wanted to know more about him but you had other things to worry about.

As a recent you got booked for a wedding and you wanted to nail it down and of course you didn’t want to disappoint a couple on their big day. The wedding was in a month so you had time to practice as you were practicing you thought of how happy the people would be dancing to your melody it had already been an hour and that was enough for the day you thought.

When you got home you flopped into your bed and unexpectedly you get a text from the woman who booked you it was about how you would have to play with a pianist and she sent you his info and you looked and it was no other than that guy you saw today. You didn’t even have a second thought about him since you saw him earlier in the day. You look at the info and text him about practicing together and you to figured out a time and the practice room.

“Hi, it’s nice to see you again” Scaramouche says as you walk in “Yea it is” you didn’t want to rude or dry but you just really didn’t have much to say. When you two started playing Scara got really bossy “your messing up so much, Your playing it all wrong” the man got up from his piano bench to come over ‘to show you how to really play’ as he’s playing your violin you start to laugh because of how bad he was. He looks at you while your laughing and smiles, something you thought you’d never see. As the days of laughter and practice went on so did your relationship with Scara.

The day you were dreading finally came up the wedding. everything was going fine Scaramouche was playing piano before the bride went down the aisle and while she was walking you two were supposed to play the duet. Then you saw her and it was your time to play you were playing just like how you rehearsed. It was going fine until you played the wrong cord and Scara tried to match what you were playing but you messed up so hard that it screwed up how the bride walked. after that embarrassing scene the two of you go back to his car because he was the one who took you to the wedding.

“How could you mess up?” Scaramouche said with a stern voice “I didn’t mean to i’m sorry..” you didn’t know what more to say “we basically fucked up the whole wedding [name] you fuck up everything” he basically yelling at you for a mistake “Now how do I fuck up everything it’s your fault!” it was silent for a few minutes “it’s not just the music [name] you messed up how i saw music i’m supposed to be doing this solo” you looked at Scaramouche before you got out of his car “if you wanna be solo you can do this without me” as you walked away you could feel your breath get shaky and eyes teary

Being without Scara was interesting non of your other friends played instruments so you had to go to practice by yourself. as you play your favorites like you always did someone walked in and guess who Scaramouche “shit sorry” you had to process that it was him “Scara wait we need to talk” you put down your violin and walk up to him “[name] i’m sorry for what i said my anger got to the best of me” “i guess you could make it up to me”

Soon kisses turn to bites and Scaramouche ended up on his knees pleasing you “mmh Scara~ just like that hah” the aroma of rosin and sex was something you never imagined “[name] just wanna make you feel good~” Scara sucked and tongue fucked your cunt and you started grinding on his face involuntarily as the coil in your stomach tightened you could almost feel the wave of pleasure wash over you quickly. Scara got up and soon said “we should go back to my place”

#scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche genshin impact #smut #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader smut

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faroreskiss · 2 years ago

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Harp Lesson (+18)

MINORS DNI

Summary: You had enough of your instrument, and you wanted to try out his. How could you have said no when he offered?

AKA Link teaches you "techniques".

Pedal Harpist!Link x Fem!Reader (Sky x Reader)

Read the collection in Ao3

A/N: This is tagged as both LU and Skyward Sword Link, as I imagine them to have the same personality.

This story was born after a long inspirational chat with @pinkalmondcake about imagining the Chain in different roles in an orchestra! (From a piano technician to a pedal harpist...), which for now we are calling the LU Music/Musician AU, but who knows :D Stay tuned for more content!

Also big thanks to @beyondtheglowingstars for having a first look at it and the feedback!

Also tagging you guys because after seeing your content I think you'd enjoy this (hopefully) @chainsofgoldandash @chain-link-smut Duet mentioned: Saint-Saëns, Fantaisie for Violin & Harp, Op. 124 — Camerata Pacifica

You were in the practice wing of the conservatory, trying to play the latest piece that was prepared for the upcoming concert that was planned. The sounds were just not coming out as clean anymore as you were trying to keep yourself focused.

Being the principal first violin, or the “concertmaster” as they called it, was absolutely making you feel the pressure. Not like the orchestra was that big, it was a chamber orchestra, a bit of an odd one perhaps due to its composition. You had both a harpist AND a concert pianist, for starters. And they all had the same name… Link.

Inner base of your left index finger started to hurt, did you start to hold the violin wrong all of a sudden? You sighed as you gave up and held your violin like a guitar, deciding to pizzicato the rest instead. It also counted as practice, right? As you plucked the strings according to the sheet of music in front of you, your mind wandered once again. Plucking… Each time you put your violin in that position and timidly pulled at the strings, you were reminded of him again. The quiet, kind boy with the full lips and calloused hands, sitting in front of the harp, carefully trailing his hands along the strings, like he was lost in a dream. You really wanted to try playing it some day.

Link… You of course found out later that he was as gremlin-like as one could get, despite his calm and quiet appearance. You would have never thought he was the one that brought the whole chandelier down at the Lumpy Pumpkin years ago, because he “totally had to get that thing up top”.

Well, neither of you were in Skyloft anymore, and not even on the surface you both were familiar with. And not even THAT long after he defeated Demise, he was ripped apart from all he knew, somehow trailing also you along. But that is a story for another time.

“(Y/N)?” you heard a soft voice calling for you, jolting you away from your preoccupations. It was him, right outside the door.

“Oh, hey,” you said absentmindedly.

"Hey," Link replied, with the warmest smile that always seemed to put you at ease.

You couldn't help but admire how he had a knack for making even the most awkward situations feel comfortable. The atmosphere in the practice room seemed to shift as he walked in, a warm and pleasant energy filling the space.

He glanced at your violin and chuckled softly. "Having a bit of trouble?"

You nodded, still lost in thought. Of course, at this point he knew when and why you would switch to constant pizzicato. "Yeah, it's just not coming out the way I want it to. I can't seem to concentrate,”

Link took a seat nearby, his sky-blue eyes focused on your instrument. "Maybe you need a break,“ he seemed hesitant to continue to his next sentence, but regardless, he spoke up. “How about that duet we talked about a while ago? It might help you relax perhaps."

You perked up at the idea. "Oh, right! Yes, of course… Uhm… “ Your left hand was feeling quite tired at this point, since you pressed on the initial joint way too much. Probably you messed up the technique between the sea of distractions you had. His presence was not helping.

He felt as if he said something wrong, from your reaction and suddenly his body language shifted to nervousness.

“Uh, it’s okay if you don’t feel like it right now,” he said, slowly starting to rise from the seat he took. A sudden panic took over you, that’s not what you meant!

“No, no! I want to!” you said, your voice was a bit of a higher pitch than you expected. “I just had enough of my instrument right now,” you raised the violin, holding it with two hands upside down, pretending as if you are about to crush it on the floor, making a chuckle escape from Link.

“But you know what, I've always wanted to try the harp a little, never had the chance," you said, but then bit your lip. You weren’t sure if he would let you touch it at all, since it was a gift from his precious Zelda. “But it’s okay if-”

A faint smile touched Link's lips as he interrupted you "Well, today's your lucky day. I can show you the basics if you'd like."

You felt a surge of excitement as you nodded eagerly. "I'd love that!"

He got up and led over to the harp in another practice room, its elegant strings shimmering in the soft light of the room. You joined him, your curiosity piqued as he explained the fundamentals, his hands gently guiding yours to pluck the strings, as he made you sit down in front of it. It was a beautiful pedal harp. He also pulled another stool near yours, though he would sometimes lift himself a bit up from it to show you the technique.

“There, I already set up the pedals for you.”

He showed you how to slightly tilt it towards your right shoulder and there was a moment awkward yet sweet, where you panicked and thought the harp was just going to crush you. Though for some reason, when you heard you don’t need to use your pinky (which was pretty much your enemy while playing the violin), you seemed to have forgotten about the 35 kg instrument that was leaning on you as you screamed “Praise Farore!”

He was used to you being goofy one moment and panicky the next. The hearty laugh he let out made your heart melt.

“You need to have straight shoulders and a straight back, okay?” he started instructing you.

“Like that?” Apparently you were still slouching a bit, letting the instrument actually almost crush you.

He cranked a little grin, seemingly innocent as he spoke. “Let me show you again…”

As you both leaned over the harp, you couldn't help but feel a growing closeness. The gentle touch of his fingers sometimes brushing on yours accidentally sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. It was as if the basic notes you were playing together was a reflection of the unspoken connection between you.

Link continued to guide you through the basics, his breath warm against your ear as he explained each step. The sensation of his presence, so close and comforting, made your heart race. You were entirely focused on the harp, the music, and Link. Just watching his fingers pluck on those strings, sliding between them as if it had been the most natural thing he had ever done in his life, producing divine tunes... It reminded you of your dream last night instead, the dream of the sounds that he coaxed out of you, as he played idly with the strings of your thong while he was on top of you, his tongue trailing your neck. A soft blush was creeping through your cheeks. You weren’t going to learn anything if this kept on.

“(Y/N)? You there? You gotta have your thumb up, okay?” you were once again jolted back to reality. You were glad he didn’t have a direct view of your face, but he must have still noticed how absentminded you looked. Shit, you didn’t want to be disrespectful, you were enjoying this. Though you couldn’t deny that your fingers were hurting…

“Y-yes, sorry, can you show me the last part again, please?”

Unintentionally, as he leaned in to show you a particular technique, his chest brushed against your back, and his arms wrapped around you, cradling yours as his hands rested on the strings. There was a little pause. Your breath was stuck on your throat.

“You have to sit a little bit more upright, like this,” he broke the silence which felt like an eternity. He was still so close to your ear. His right hand pressed gently on your lower back and his left hand was pressed in the opposite direction on your bust, as he gently guided you back into the correct posture. It was a motion which should have just fixed your slouch, yet his hand was lingering a little bit too long on the front.

“And relax your shoulders… It should only be your elbow that’s moving…”

You both froze for a moment, feeling the sudden closeness. His heart thudded against your back, mirroring the rhythm of yours.

"Sorry," he murmured, pulling back slightly. "I didn't mean to..."

Despite his innocent tone, you had a gut feeling that it was almost entirely deliberate.

You turned back to him, still close but within a respectable distance, and your gazes locked. You could see pink creeping up on his cheeks, if only slightly. You just wanted to make sure.

“It’s okay,” you softly spoke, your gaze lingering between his full lips and his cerulean eyes.

That was most likely the sentence he needed to hear.

He noticed that you bit your lip as your eyes darted between one spot and the other. It almost felt as if he was holding back a smirk, yet he was still careful and polite with his reactions. Noticing the stray hair threatening to dangle in front of your face, he gently tucked it away behind your ear. As his fingers grazed your cheek, you marveled at the sheer willpower it took to stifle a gasp.

Was he sitting a bit closer now? And what was that look?

Now to think of it, did he ever need to sit right behind you like this to teach the instrument anyway?

His hand was still on your cheek, lingering a bit longer than necessary.

Witnessing his gradually fading ability to conceal his response, you suddenly felt bold.

You scooted even closer, he was almost pulling his hand back, but you put your hand on it decisively, feeling the warmth of his hand over your cheek.

In the next moment, what parted was not the distance between, but your lips instead as the gap between you closed with a soft kiss.

As your lips met, even though it was a gentle, feather-light touch, you could feel his lust through it, the sensation tender yet hungry. You instinctively moved your hands towards the nape of his neck, as he still held your cheek.

But he stopped you, moved your hands away and held them on your lap, and grinning into the almost broken kiss the entire time. You were slightly taken aback.

He was still staring at your lips while you were trying to still process what just happened. You were wondering how he was able to even break the kiss like that, second guessing your decision. Screaming and panicking inside.

He cleared his throat and composed himself, looking all serious suddenly once more. You could also see he was all red, and you could swear his heart was beating almost as fast as yours. Your almost trembling lips made an “O” shape to almost say something.

“Shall we continue?” He interrupted you, with a professional tone. He didn’t even wait for your reply, he stood up and pulled the older stool away. Instead, he got another chair, and moved it adjacent to your stool.

Directly behind.

“Turn around?” He spoke in a tone that sent a warm feeling towards your center.

Oh Gods. So that’s what we are doing? Okay…

“Let’s continue from this part here, can you try strumming again as I showed you?”

“Alright…” you were finally able to get a word out. He sat down on the chair, and his body was in direct contact with yours. So warm… You weren’t sure whether or not it was your heartbeat or his that you were feeling. You gulped.

You tried to strum for dear life, but it didn’t even sound like you were able to get a proper sound out. His mouth was so near your ear as he was humming the basic rhythm you were supposed to practice in, his arms were now resting on your lap as he rounded them around your waist. How did you end up here? The nerves were going to be the end of you.

“Nuh-uh, not like that, just relax… okay?” he said as he snaked his fingers away and this time put them on each of your arms and gently caressed them as he kept speaking to your ear, making them come back to your lap.

“Relax your arms a little bit, I mean…”

He then guided your hands once again to the harp, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand on it.

“Like that?” you asked, looking for some feedback as your voice trembled a bit.

“Mm-hmm, keep playing” he whispered to the tip of your ear again, as he moved his hands back towards your waist, his fingers trailing down towards your thighs, making little circles on them as he went nearer and nearer towards your center.

Though your initial reaction was to freeze, his words and actions were also helping you at least to relax your posture, though he wasn’t letting you break the form either, pressing himself onto your back each time you dared to slouch.

“Like this?” You pressed back as you spoke like a whimper, feeling something growing, making contact with your bottom, feeling his, and perhaps your own heartbeat rising even more. A silent low groan escaped from his lips without him intending to, in which you had the honor of being the “first ear” audience.

You really wanted to rub your legs together, because an itch that can only be scratched a particular way was also growing. You couldn’t, lest you break form.

His hand slowly lifted the hem of your tunic dress a bit further, since it was already a bit up from the way you were sitting. Your legs were already spread to accommodate a proper position with the big pedal harp, after all.

You didn’t make a peep.

He put chin on your shoulder, right next to your head, as his hand snaked down under the dress a bit more, and he kept speaking with that low, almost growling tone.

“There is one more thing I want to show you, if that’s okay?” spoken so innocently like a whisper, with only a tinge of mischief in his tone.

“Y-yeah?” you barely got out.

He spoke so virtuously, indeed. Almost as if his hand wasn’t exactly on your underwear, making light circles over it with his feather-like touch that sent all your nerves screaming. Screaming for more contact, more pressure.

He could absolutely feel how swollen you were under the cotton-fabric as his fingers traced over it. And you could feel his breath also quickening, becoming more uneven yet more and more in sync with yours.

His lips were trailing your neck and his other hand found and grabbed one of your breasts, caressing it through your dress. Those full lips, oh Goddesses, they felt so good even on your neck as they moved from one sensitive spot to another.

Especially when he pressed you to himself, as he held you from one breast with his left hand, and grabbed you from your throbbing center with his right.

You were still holding back that moan, desperately trying to pluck on the strings, thinking this magical moment could end the moment you stopped.

Oh your fingers were going to totally blister later, you did have some calluses on your fingers, but there was no way you could have the ones that a harpist would have.

But as he trailed his calloused hand slowly up to your stomach and then back down, this time sliding his hand into your underwear and directly on the bundle of nerves that you desperately needed contact on… There was almost no more fight left in you. The harp was pressing on to his hand and his hand was pressing on your clit.

You let out a relieved sigh. The way his fingers callused, it felt even better than you expected.

But his hand wasn’t moving.

“Mmmm… Very good, keep going, pluck the G string, make sure your wrist is slightly bent in…” he urged you to still try to play the fucking harp with that sultry tone. Each time you tried to pluck the harp, you were feeling even the subtlest vibration from the big instrument.

Your heart was in your ears, all your blood was rushing south, you were instinctively trying to move from where you are sitting, just to get more pressure, more movement. He was merciful for a moment, his middle and ring finger did a couple of circling motions exactly where and how you needed it. That was it, you did let out that moan. You could hear him lightly chuckling.

He continued his instructions however. “Now, spread your legs a little bit more… for me?” There was a tiny bit of hesitation on the last part, as if he wanted to make sure once again that it’s alright to continue. How could you deny his request, when he had you right where you wanted him to? You could of course only oblige. His soft yet almost demanding voice left you hypnotized.

As you spread your legs a little bit more, he pulled the chair a bit more back, along with you, and created a bit of a distance between you two and the harp. You could feel his dick pressing on you even more with each movement. You were surprised at his self constraint. From your point of view, he should have just taken you.

“Link…” you spoke his name almost as if you were begging. The way you said his name definitely had an effect on him. But he shushed you. Though you could hear him gulp. Gods… How did he end up with his hand on your wet sex?

“Sssh, we are here for a lesson, aren’t we?” he whispered to your ear again. He took his hand from inside your underwear and brought his middle finger near your mouth.

“Lick it.” he said firmly this time, with no hesitation. He was focused on his goal. You took his finger between your lips as if it was some other body part of him, and you made sure to make him understand that with the way you licked the tip and sucked the whole finger in, you gave him the full show, as much as you could.

“Very good,” he almost hissed to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe just a little bit. His now wet finger went back down to where it was, this time back of his hand raising your underwear like a tent.

“Now… Here is another technique…” he said with a dark tone. His middle finger slid down, feeling almost proud after noticing how wet you are, and dipped it inside you just briefly, and brushed it up and down all over your sex, especially focusing on your clit. You gasped. With his index and ring fingers, he pulled the skin over your clit only a tiny bit up, keeping the hood intact. As his fingers were holding your clit in a place he wanted, he plucked on the tip of your slippery clitoral hood with his middle finger, slick with your juices.

“Ah…” was the only sound you could get out. As you pressed and pushed yourself to him after each of his plucks, his other hand on your breast would sometimes pinch your nipple. His kisses on your neck would get momentarily rougher. He would gently bite your ear lobes. He would make sure to dip his finger into you (sometimes two or three), to make sure everything stayed perfectly wet. As moments passed, the plucks became teasing presses, and then finally became proper rubs.

“You are doing so well for me…” he would whisper sometimes, as your breath hitched, chasing your high, trying to adjust yourself on his fingers.

You just drank the essence of his tone in, because at that point the only thing you knew was that he was determined to make you cream his fingers. He couldn’t know what you exactly liked, but he was sure able to ask for it in the perfect way.

“You like it here…” he would ask, moving his middle and index finger to spot, “...or there?” he would ask again, moving them into a bit more direct contact instead. As your orgasm built up, the way you wanted him to touch you also changed.

Once he made you jump because he touched it too directly. “Oops…” he said as he peppered your neck with kisses, as if each one said “sorry”. He kept massaging that one breast again, and you helped him move his hand into a position you liked before.

Your panties were already gone at that point.

“More…ah… pressure…” you moaned between your pants.

He could only do as you said.

Oh his touch was magic.

But the fact that he listened and obliged turned you on as much as the way he was able to pluck his way through your center.

Your legs were shuddering and shaking as he kept rubbing your clit exactly as you wanted, sometimes his fingers dipping in and out between your slick folds.

“Yes, Oh Gods, Link…” you were so close, SO close.

“Mmm-hm…” you could hear he was also getting impatient. His breath was still on your neck, his other hand was under your tunic just kneading your breast roughly as he liked, he started whispering things to your ears that you would have never thought could come from that innocent looking Link.

“Let go for me (Y/N)... Come for me.” he would keep whispering in repeat as you were on the last leg to your climax.

“Show me how you come… Come on you beautiful thing…” It felt like he would say anything to coax you into your release. Then you’ll be all ready for me.. He also thought but didn’t say out loud yet.

The tight feeling that had been building in your stomach, the one that made your legs and body tremble, was finally about to reach its crescendo.

You were whimpering his name between the continuous mumbles and mewls of “Please” and “Keep going”.

With the last flick of his finger on your clit, he pinched a nipple with the other and sucked on your earlobe with his plump and gorgeous lips, while trying to hold you back from falling down. You reached your limit.

“Good girl…” he purred into your ear.

It all crashed as the sweet sweet embrace of the overstimulation and orgasm washed over you as your insides contracted, you felt like an arrow getting released from a tight strung bow. You saw white.

As he noticed your sensitivity, Link pulled his hand away from there. You turned and straddled him, as you were still panting from your post orgasm bliss, and pulled him into a deep, open mouthed kiss. Not letting him speak.

Determined the devour the soft plump lips you always adored,

But Link? He wasn’t done yet.

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chocolatestrawberrymilk · 1 year ago

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hey hey! could you do tenko miu and kaede general relationship hcs? pls + ty if you do it!!!

aaa hi my first request! I'll try my best! >:)

Kaede

Ok she is literally the sweetest EVER.

If she likes you that only intensifies by 10x.

I don't think she's one that beats around the bush to tell someone her feelings, even if she's not sure you feel the same.

Probably goes up to you one day and just kinda says it! She doesn't see the point in pining when you two could be even happier even sooner!

If you say yes, she'll play one of her pieces for you.

Oh yea that reminds me - she TOTALLY writes music for you on, like, a daily basis.

Can you imagine going with her to her piano room, falling asleep, and then waking up to her softly playing a piece she wrote for you?

"Oh, you're awake! I'm sorry if I woke you up, sweetheart, but there's a piece I'd like to show you that I wrote just for you while you were sleeping - would you like to hear it?"

She'd be the kind to gently show you off, if you know what I mean?

Like, she isn't SUPER in everyone's face about it, but she takes every chance she can get to talk about how cool you are and how lucky it is that you two got together!

She probably doesn't get jealous easily. She knows that you're trustworthy, she's confident that you won't just drop her on the spot if someone even more attractive comes along, and she knows that she's also a pretty nice girlfriend herself!

We love a self-confident queen!

She'd take you to all her piano performances! If you don't like classical music... well, that's either going to change or you're going to be in for quite the ride.

If you told her you didn't like going to them, she'd get a little passive-aggressive for a bit - she loves you and doesn't want to make you do anything you don't want to, but at the same time, she feels a little like you don't care about her as much as she cares about you and that hurts her.

Kaede would also be VERY enthusiastic about anything you've got going on.

Sports? She goes to every game/practice and brings embarrassing signs!

Music? She watches every concert, listens to everything on repeat (even if it's not her favourite genre), and constantly asks to duet!

You get the idea, haha.

10/10, hand in marriage

Tenko

Literally your personal bodyguard.

Even before you two got together, she had a habit of following you around to make sure that you weren't going to get hurt and weren't being touched by any degenerates.

It could even dip into borderline stalking territory at some point.

It's just... she's Very protective, okay?

She just needs to keep you safe!

Even if you don't really need her protection...

If you're strong/into martial arts, you're her new favourite sparring partner!

Somehow both the complete opposite and exactly the same as Kaede when it comes to confessing.

It's obvious to everyone, no matter how dense they are, with how she acts and what she says!

"Here, do you want me to feed you? Because I can! If you-If you want! Ahhh, do you need me to get rid of these males? I... I can also do that!"

If you're a guy, her misandry definitely tones down. As much as Tenko can tone it down, at least. It's definately going to be a lot harder for your relationship to move along, though.

If you're a girl, it's going to be a lot easier for the two of you to get close. She'll be very adamant about keeping you away from keeping you away from her so-called "degenerate males". If you ask her to stop, she'll try her best, but it's going to take some time.

She'd probably end up only confessing on accident, lol.

You know that video where the person goes “I’m going to confess to you on valentines day”? That's probably her.

She'll have this whole script planned out, so it turns out perfect, but then she slips up and says... that.

Once you two officially start dating, she tries to teach you martial arts, so you can defend yourself even when she isn't there. Whether this succeeds or not... is up in the air.

She really likes to feed you for some reason...

Maybe she just likes feeling like she's doing something for you. Or maybe, she feels like you settled, and she wants you to at least feel better about it-

Yeah, she overthinks things a lot, and can be pretty insecure about if you even like her.

Pls comfort her even if she says she doesn't need it <333

Can get pretty jealous for that reason too X)

shes so SKRUNKLY

Miu (suggestive)

She's... a bit of a wreck.

But you knew that already.

She's probably going to be a bit of a tsundere - it'll get better over time but it'll never go away, and I think that's part of her charm!

She likes to hang around you, and likes when you sit with her while she's inventing, whether or not you understand what's going on.

I honestly hc that her main love language is quality time because it reassures her that you actually like her (whether that be platonic or romantic) instead of just liking her appearance or body.

She can have a bit of a hard time talking to you normally sometimes, since I also don't think she's ever had a relationship where the main focus was emotions and the two people actually really liked each other and not just for doing adult stuff.

So these new feelings of attraction are a bit new to her.

Because of this, I think she'd try a couple ways of "flirting" that only succeeded in making everyone uncomfortable.

That's obviously not the best way to go about it, but it's the only way she knows, so you'd have to tell her.

She thinks that you now hate her forever and probably hides from you. If she does see you she runs off, lmao. She's not the bravest girl.

You'd have to be the first one to confess. She would get really defensive at first and would probably take a while to accept it and realized that you liked her for her.

After you did get together, she'd always be making stuff to make your life easier.

"What do you mean 'that's a little unnecessary?' Babe, this gorgeous girl genius just invented THE solution to your daily problem of needing to find the correct amount of milk to put in your cereal, and it only takes up, what, five square feet!"

She might have a hard time defending herself, but she tries her best to defend you.

Is immediately up to throw down the moment she hears someone insult you lol.

Miu's also one of those people who's really academically smart but kind of stupid everywhere else.

So, you might need to help her with little things like cooking or apologizing.

She always makes it up to you, though - with yet another unnecessary invention XD.

Very jealous, and can get openly hostile with the person she thinks is about to sweep you off your feet. She really just loves you a lot, though, and thinks she knows that you can do so much better than her, though she'd never tell anyone that.

Maybe not the best with advice, but I think she could actually be a darn good listener when she wants to. Very good when you just need to vent + cuddle.

My precious little dumpster fire <3333

Sorry if that wasn't good enough/ooc, this was my first ask! Just tell me if you need a rewrite and I'll happily oblige :)

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disneyanddisneyships · 2 years ago

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@gyubby99 I'm sorry

Warnings: angst. Mal and Lilly being in emotional pain. Goodbyes

Summary: Aponi Lilly is finally going to heaven.... but she didn't realize she'd have to say goodbye to her best friend... again.....

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For Good

Mal ran quickly into the hotel.

The news that a bright light had opened up in the sky got around quickly and..... she hadn't seen Aponi.....

She practically broke down the doors of the hotel building when she ran in....

Only to find an angel standing in front of Lilly.

"Mal!" Aponi shouted before running up to her friend, giving her the biggest hug. "Mal, it worked! We're going to heaven!" Aponi stated as she pulled away from the hug, placing her hands on Mal's shoulders.

"Wait.. we?" Mal asked, still trying to process what was happening.

"Well actually... as of now, Lillian Carlton, you are the only one who has been redeemed," the strange angel spoke out.

Aponi's eyes widened and her smile faded.

"No.... no not... not without them..." Aponi stated, gesturing to her friends and Husband, alastor. "Not without you," she muttered, turning to mal, holding her hand.

"Lilly..... one time chance.... you... you dont belong down here," Mal stated, pushing down the heartache.

"No..... no Mal i.. I can't go up there without you... not again... I won't...." Lilly stated, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mal sighed and pushed Lilly's hair out of her face to see both of her eyes.

"Just look at me," Mal started. "Im.... I'm not built for life up there," she muttered.

"No no. I'm limited without you-" Lilly began.

"Just look at you! You c an do all I couldn't do, Lilly," Mal interrupted. "Now it's up to you.... for both of us..." Mal stated.

"........ Then do me two favors," Lilly started.

"Anything," Mal replied.

"You have to try to get up there... as hard as you can. Try... please," Lilly stated, taking both of Mal's hands.

Mal sighed. "Alright.. I will," she lied.

"Alright.... and.. one more thing...." Lilly stated before looking at mal with a small smile. "One more duet?" She asked.

Mal chuckled, a tear rolling down her face.

"I know a song," Lilly stated before giving alastor a Wadded up peice of paper with music notes on it and sending him to the piano.

Mal gasped at the music....

Wicked..... their favorite musical since they were 10......

As the music started Mal took a breath. "I've heard it said... That people come into our lives For a reason," she sang as a tear rolled down her face. "Bringing something we must learn.... And we are led to those..... Who help us most to grow if we let them.... And we help them in return," she stated as she looked around at all the demons who inhabited the hotel now.....

Angel stood over to the left,, holding fat nuggets.. and Mal knew that they had helped people.....

"Well, I don't know if I believe that's true," she sang before turning back to Lilly and holding out both of he rhands for Lilly to take. "But I know I'm who I am today, Because I knew you," she sang as Lilly took her hands. "Like a comet pulled from orbit As it passes the sun," she sang as she looked up into the sky... Sheyhadnt seen the sun in years...

She turned back to Lilly. "Like a stream that meets a boulder Halfway through the wood," she wiped a tear that threatened to fall a. The looked at her best friend... "Who can say if I've been changed for the better But...... because I knew you," she took a deep shaky breath as She thought about how much Lilly loved her... "I have been changed for good,"

Lilly took a deep breath as she wiped away a tear on Mals face before beginning to sing as well.

"It well may be That we will never meet again In this lifetime...." she snag as she realized she might never see anyone down here again... "So, let me say before we part," she took a deep breath before tightening her hold on Mals hands.. "So much of me Is made of what I learned from you! You'll be with me.... Like a handprint on my heart," Lilly sang as she tried not to break down... she was leaving her lifeline....

"And now whatever way our stories end..... I know you have rewritten mine.... By being my friend," She sang as she remembered when they were little... just meeting one another.... "Like a ship blown from its mooring, By a wind off the sea..... Like a seed dropped by a sky bird In a distant wood...." her voice cracked as she sang. "Who can say if I've been changed for the better... But..... because I knew you," she sang, looking at mal with a loving smile.

"Because I knew you," Mal sang in return.

"I have been changed for good," both the girls sang at the same time as hell seemed to melt away.. It was just them against the world again....

"And just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness, For the things I've done, you blame me for," Lilly sang, somehow singing about when Mal had pushed her away all those years ago..

"But then I guess, We know there's blame to share," Mal sang in return.

"And none of it seems to matter anymore! Like a comet pulled from orbit (like a ship blown from its mooring), As it passes the sun (by a wind off the sea), Like a stream that meets a boulder (like a seed dropped by a bird), Halfway through the wood (in the wood)," the girls both sang their respective verses, turning away from each other, one of their hands still holding onto the other.

The girls turned back to each other, tears in their eyes as they sang... "Who can say if I've been changed for the better?" The girls sang, their voices cracking and breaking with the urge to jildnonto one another and cry.. "I do believe I have been changed for the better," with the way they looked at one another... you could tell... they were telling the truth through the lyrics.

"And because I knew you," Mal sang, her voice cracking again before she sniffled.

"Because I knew you," aponi sang in return, looking sadly at her best friend.

"Because I knew you," the girls both sang. "I have been changed," as hell made itself back into their concious minds, the girls felt heavier. "For good," when the song finished, the girls gave one another the tightest hug..

"Don't forget me, okay?" Mal asked, her eyes screwed shut, almost as if, if she opened them, Lilly would be gone.

"The day I forget you is the day I forget how to feel," Lilly muttered into Mal's neck.

"You are wonderful, and pure, Lillian Carlton. Never lose that," Mal muttered.

"And you are amazing, and lucky... and to me, your full name means to be utterly and wonderfully you.... and as long as I am in your head you are never allowed to forget how much I love you, Hotaru," Lilly sniffed as she used the name Mal's mom had given her.

Mal began to sob, holding on tighter to Lilly.

The angel floated up, placing a hand on Lilly's shoulder.

"It is time," The angel stated.

Lilly pulled back before quickly running to kiss alastor.

"Te amo, mi amor," Alastor spoke against her lips.

Lilly laughed. "You said it right.... you practiced," she muttered. "je t'aime aussi," she muttered in response before a bright light overtook the room.

When everyone opened their eyes......

Lilly and the other angel were gone.

Mal fell to her knees in tears, holding herself.

"Calm down.. shh shhhh Mal calm down," She muttered to herself as she rubbed her own arms, trying not to have a panic attack.

Angel dust turned to Alastor, putting a hand on the radio demon's shoulder.

Alastor shrugged him off sharply.

"Well then! Shall we all have some dinner?" Alastor asked. His voice extra glitchy as he attempted to act like he was okay.

"Do you just not care?!" Mal sobbed, anger and sadness on her face as she looked up at him.

"Oh, darling if I cared about every lowly demon who made a deal with me, I wouldn't be who I am today, now would i?" Alastor asked.

"You heartless asshole!" Mal shouted.

"Well then. I can see that this is a very hostile environment. I'll be in Aponi's room, cleaning out her things!" Alastor exclaimed, turning to the stairs.

He barely made it up one step before Mal spoke again.

"Her name was Lilly! And she loved you, you.... you demon!" She screamed.

Alastor continued his walk up to Lilly's room, closing the door.

........

Alastor stood in the room....

He just stood.... nothing else....

His smile fell and the tears he was holding back were let free.

He walked over to Lilly's closet, taking out one of her shirts...

It still smelled like her.....

He walked over to her nightstand, grabbing her phone, struggling to get to her gallery before landing on a photo of her kissing his cheek, a blush on his face.

"Please Lilly..... tell me what to do...." Alastor mumbled as he sat on her bed, setting her phone down and looking around the empty room.

..........

"Mal, you gotta get up," Angel stated as he crouched down next to mal.

"Please go away.... shes... she's gone..." Mal whispered.

And she was right....

#Youtube #Vox hadn't heard from alastor for weeks.#So he goes to check up on the radio demon.#Vox finds alastor in an awful state.... he's just sitting there... his smile gone #An empty glass of wine next to him

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