#and i'm just curious to what it would be like

[kyri45]

✨Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU Q&A! 07/07✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach/Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: I wonder what heaven's reaction to Kai being born was like Oh no they're multiplying because redson was the one who made the samadi fire when he was born and mk being the harbinger of chaos and son of Sun Wukong and Macaque that inherited both his parents' powers how strong would kai be truly? @lulushadowpeach ha chiesto: Question wouldn't the celestial realm see Kai as a threat to them?

haha heaven was worried af. Though this time is actually quite justified.

@virtualjellyfishcolor ha chiesto: ..wait how did freenoodls kiss go? (also sorry if I’m wasteing your time)

you mean this one?

@blue1lotus ha chiesto: Just out of interest, does the skull that Yuèbèi has give people a ginormous headache and kills them after three days?

only if they pisses her off/hj

@internet-grab-my-tumblr ha chiesto: So Wukong and macaque still have occasional episodes where their trauma gets to them…how did Yuebei react the first time she saw Wukong have a panic attack or Macaque go intangible and mute? I’m sure they try not to let her see but she’ll witness it eventually…

Yes they do, and they will teach their daughter also that this is somewhat normal, and she doesn't have to worry too much about it, and what little she can do to help her distress parent alongside the other parental figure.

@shilo1998 ha chiesto: I remember you said Yuebei looked different during an eclipse like MK can you show us please?

she's ginger like wukong when the shadow part of herself is removed by the moonlight

@optimistic-mythani ha chiesto: Will Goldren Vision secretly aid Kai? Like, imagine if Kai thrust things that Goldren Kision is something a Fire wire Weilter has in addition to the tire element, like Cole’s superstrength. Kai, honey, it really isn't apart of your fire element. Does Kai even remember his real parents, or are they just a blur? How young were Kai and Nya when he got Isakai’d?

Haha yeah sorry Kai that power aint related to the golden ninja or yor fire powers.

They were older than when canonically in the show Maya and Ray got kidnapped

ABOUT MY THOUGHTS ON SHIPS:

@cybernetsworld ha chiesto: Hi Kiri, I wanted to ask you now that you're doing a ninjago and monkie kid crossover what your favorite ship in Ninjago is or if you ship with whom (my fav ship in Ninjago is Lava (cole x kai)) (btw. I love the idea that kai MK's and red son's child is) @ka1-11 ha chiesto: Can we get an opinion on Lava?As in Cole×Kai I mean @l4yl6 ha chiesto: Okay I kind of really am curious since you just entered into the ninjago fandom and you're doing a comic of Kai being the child of Spicynoodles🤭 I really need to ask, who do you ship Kai with ??? 😍 (Personally I ship him with Cole, yeah I'm a lavashipper😋😌) @chocolatekoaladaze ha chiesto: What do you think Lava (Cole and Kai)? @mischiefmelody ha chiesto: Hello! I know you're not planning on having any centric ships in the Ninjago Dr x LMK comic (aside from a little Jaya), but can I ask your thoughts about Geode (Geo x Cole)?

I really liked their interactions in Dragon Rising!!(about Geode) The found family with like adoptive kids is so real. For other ships, I'm really open to most ships in the Ninjago, however, I don't feel like there's hasn't been a ship I've been really connecting to. I do see the appeal and the interactions in each of them, but I mostly see the ninjas too much as family to actively ship just 2 of them. (it's either that or they are all in a queerplatonic relationship, lol).

Outside of my personal preference, I wont dive too much into shipping in the Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU, moslty to not start ship wars (there are a TONS of shipping alternatives in this fandom) and also cause I've been trying to find space in the plot but there's already way too much stuff (also canon to the current Dragon Rising S3) in the way to also add a side-romance story aside spicynoodles and a little of past Jaya. (compared to the Shadowpeach Bio parents au, where Spicynoodles had much more time and space in-story to develop off screen.)

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: Okay but the fact that Kai keeps trying to hook up with Skylor, who's father owns a noodle business (albeit it's a front) that she later inherited is really hilarious bc Kai is a fire user Two generations of Fire user × Noodle Business Nepobaby (kinda) The Perfect Ship

It is a genetic trait it seems indeed

@sakurablossoms-world ha chiesto: So when in the Ninjago timeline does your comic take place? Also funny idea (I know you mentioned earlier that you’re not really big on Ninjago ships including canon ones, but this idea has been swirling in my brain since you mentioned Kai being MK and Redson’s kid), imagine the reason Kai was attracted to Skylor (the elemental master of amber) is because she reminds him of both his parents in various ways On the note of romance would I be wrong in assuming that Mei would be simultaneously chill and extremely judgmental regarding Jay

After season 3 of dragon rising. I did saw Part 2 leaked, but we are missing the final episodes so I don't want to start from Episode 18. and just proceed on an hypotetical point where Thunderfand was resolved". Yes Mei would be extremely protective when she learns her daughter is dating someone.

@soul2008 ha chiesto: First things first, love your art and au's I have a question, was your Spicynoodle Kid Kai born in a similar manner as Yuebi (aka stone egg). If not how? (If your comfortable answering)

he was born the normal, mortal way

@poisonblob ha chiesto: Hello! I just had a quick question. I was wondering if I could redraw a small scene of your ShadowPeach Bio parents comic? It's mainly for my own digital practice but I will credit you if I do end up posting it. If I'm not allowed to then that's fine. Love your art btw! I got the stylized character illustration thing and it's helped me immensely so I just wanted to thank you for getting me into art again. -Blob

Oh yeah sure, as long as you don't trace it. You can even post it as long as you tag me.

@laokezredo ha chiesto: okay I know this isn’t a question but OMG I just needed to tell you how amazing your art style is. There’s something about it that just seems so flowy and beautiful to me, and the latest art with Kai’s hair on fire is soooo good!! I can’t wait to see the rest of the story unfold and keep up the awesome work! :D

Thank you!

@theblackrosewriter ha chiesto: Hello! I was wondering what your designs for the Ninjago crew will look like? Also, I love your Monkie Kid AU comics! They're an absolute delight, and I've been reading them ever since they started. You're an amazing artist! Thank you for giving us this wonderful story to follow and love!

their "human looking" designs are these ones.

@unknownmonkeydemon ha chiesto: Hi, just wanted to say I love your au's, but I wanted to ask, in shadow peach bio parent au, Mac is mama and wukong is baba, what will mk and reason be in the new spinoff, will it be like reason is the dad and mk is the mom, or will it be pretty much reversed, love your art and comics!

MK is Baba and RedSon is "father"

@ghostedmercury ha chiesto: it seems Kai is destined to have a goatee in the future, what do you have to say about that?

it fits his character

ycelestin811 ha chiesto: I have a question: Will Kai find out he is adopted by the Smith family Ray and Maya in Ninjago? And does Kai have romantic feelings for Skylor after the crystallized.

Canonically not anymore, since she's has been missing since the Merge

@gremlinpen ha chiesto: someone needs to warn Kai of the dangers of being a main character in one of you comics. I assume many bricks are on the way? (Good luck with the comic! You have once again made my day!) :D

of course

@yelling-into-aboid ha chiesto: Speed ran both your Shadowpeach Bio AU and the sequel, second star. Loved it so much T^T!!!! Followed!! Can't wait to see what you do next!! (Looking at that Spicy noodles Kai au 0^0)

Aw thank you!

@authorofcelesti ha chiesto: What seasons of Ninjago do we have to watch to have the full context for the Spicynoodles bioparents comic?

at least what happens in Dragon Rising, up to the entire S3 P1 (if u can watch also P2 it would be lovely). Then it's up to you to at least read a summary of everything that has happened before in NInjago because basically everything, outside the year in which ray and Maya were kidnapped, is canon, and small parts of what happened in the past seasons will be mentioned.

@ablujay ha chiesto: For the spicynoodles bio parents au, are you strictly going off of ninjago dragons rising or the whole show? (Also I hope you are having a great day!!)

both. I'm not really a fan of the "Ninjago was so full of plot-holes you can decide what is canon and what is not". I don't care if everything was incredibly incosistent, I fell like it's my job as a writer to be able to work with what we canonically have. The only fandom that is the exeption to this rule for me is Voltron LD lol

@blognamebelieveit ha chiesto: Hi hi hi Kyriii!! <33 I have a widdle Question abt MK, if you don’t mind answerin’ :3 and sorry for bothering you again if I did… SOOO, Ik dat MK’s immortal… But like HOW Immortal??? I mean like… Is he Wukong type immortal? As in won’t die to any attack (as in being jumped in the most brutal way and is still alive) or like if his head’s exploded in some way or he’s stabbed in his heart of whatever and still be alive…. Or is he Macaque type immortal? Like he’s immortal by age, but can die? Because I came up with a scenario for MK where he did something so bad that he SHOULDVE died but didn’t and I just want some confirmation cuz yah.. (btw I’m okay <3) THANK YOU, AND HAVE FUN AND SUCCESS WORKING ON YOUR OTHER COMICS!!1!1!2!!!!!

he is not invincible. he is like super strong but there are things that can kill him. yes if you cut his head he will die

@fadingpoetrycoffee ha chiesto: ☆hi Kyri!☆ I have a question about the “new” spicy noodles fic/comic（╹◡╹) 🤍🌟Is mk little sister older in the fic? (Even if she’s not in it)🤍🌟 🌸⭐️Also! Is macaque and wukong grand parents?☆🌸⭐️

she is older yes. Shadowpeach are now grandparents of Kai, yes.

@talereader ha chiesto: Hi i am a huge fan of your art and your comics. I have a question about the Spicynoodles Bio Parents comic if you are game. Alot of people in the ninjago fandom have noticed that Kai and Nya kinda claimed Lloyd as theirs. I mean the team all obviously think of each other as family but the Smith siblings have extra big siblings vibes with him ya know. So my question is will that kind of dynamic be used here are do you see their relationship differently? P.s are Kai x Skylor a ship of interest?

Loyd and Kai have a brotherly relationship. I'm ok with KaixSkylor but canonically the relationship has ended

@fjtrickster-blog ha chiesto: In that flashback with Kai and MK where he's put paint all over his face I can't help but notice the trailing ribbon behind him in that panel and the next one. I'm curious if that indicates he was trying to give himself a tail too. If so that's adorable. Love your art have a great day!

technically that was his tail haha

@dark-12234 ha chiesto: Hello kyri! I was wondering if you'll ever make a comic of the days we're apricot grows from a baby to an adult🥺 Also you should really take a break from all the comic making, you're art has improved so much that I honestly wonder if you ever take like 5 minutes break Please take some rest😔 And I'm also wondering on what brush do you use, im not sure if I have seen what brush you use or I might have forgotten a post.... I'm also sorry if I'm bad at English heheh....I'm Filipino

No I wont do a story about all of her growth, but you might see her again

@authorofcelesti ha chiesto: I love the new spicynoodle bioparents AU! Can't wait to see where you go with it! Out of curiosity, do you have a set update schedule like with the shadowpeach AU? Or will it be more sporadic (like the ISAT/SKY AU until a few months ago)? Again, I absolutely love your writing and art!

I will try posting 2/3 times a week depending on how much my 2 jobs are killing me

@nica0509 ha chiesto: Hello. A question, in your AU where Kai is the son of Redson and Xiaotian, Nya whose daughter is she? and Ray and Maya then found them by chance when they came to ninjago and decided to adopt them?

she's Mei daughter. Also Ray and Maya were quite close by when they were Isekai-ed so they didn't wander around too much

@mkthemonken ha chiesto: this isn't a question it's just something I want to say. Thank you so much for the new comic that you're gonna make. I'm so excited for it all the work you're putting into this I just love it. Thank you so much. Every time I read your comics it makes my day and I'm just so happy. Right now I'm not really good at making comics but I really want to try. Do you have any tips to try to make comics because I really don't know how to but I'm going to try. I just love your comics so much. Again, thank you and we love you so much and this fandom needs you to keep it alive...... have a nice day. I know this is a lot, but I just don't know how to put it in words, so thank you

Aww you're welcome!

@kingofendlessdc ha chiesto: Can I just say I love your Kai art so much! And I love the idea that Kai is a byproduct of Red son and MK. Specifically since I’ve always thought LMK and Ninjago took place in the same multiverse. Also, after LMK Season 5 I had a sort of crack theory that Lord raz’s master and the person Xianglu said was winning are the same person since it seems like both of the cartoons are heading to a multiversal aspect. Furthermore, the place Lord Raz goes when his master contacts him is eerily similar to the primordial chaos xianglu goes to at the end of LMK season 5.

It truly does! doesn't it?

@paloriee ha chiesto: Hihi!! So idk anything about ninjago but I am very excited for the new comic!! I'd like to dive into the universe so what TV shows/movies/whatever do you recommend? Thanks :D

Ninjago is long. technically I will reference stuff happened in almost every season. If u wanna watch everything go for it. Main thing is that you know the basic of what happened in each and what happens in Dragon rising to each character and the universe

[meo-eiru]

I think Dana and Darling's dynamic is something like this

This will sound weird, but I'm curious about Darling and Dana's perception of her, does she really live without difficulties and full of luxuries like Dana thinks or does she also have her difficulties? I mean, I don't know what twist you want to give your story, if something more fanciful where Darling is a big-hearted girl and forgives Dana for trying to kill her and "live happily ever after" or something darker, where Darling suffers the misogyny and absurd standards of that time, and ends up developing some kind of Stockholm syndrome for Dana, a toxic relationship where Dana takes it out on Darling for what happened to Dana's mother D:

By the way, I made this when I was bored

That’s probably the scariest image someone has ever sent to me and I’ve had someone draw monstrous Lavi before

I won’t get too into Dana and darling’s relationship after she learns about Dana’s real identity and intent (i wanna explore that in its own post) but I’ll say darling does have her own struggles, as I mentioned in the fic she doesn’t really have any friends other than Dana and she does face misogyny even though she’s often shielded from it.

But while she has these struggles it’s the truth that she has lived a privileged life Dana can’t even dream of.

Darling is an only child to one of the top ranking duke’s of the empire and has been spoiled a lot growing up. Her father and mother actually don’t have the best relationship, it was more of a contractual marriage forced by their parents. But even so they did love her, their only daughter, so she didn’t really notice any of the fraction

For those wondering I already have a scenario for when someone asks for her hand in marriage and how Dana reacts to that

Anyway, I don’t think darling has a big enough heart that she’d forgive Dana immediately after. He did try to kill her multiple times after all. But I imagine he’d probably have a “playing with fire” effect on her.

He’s pretty much the only man she’s close with (except her dad) and a really beautiful one at that. She must feel flustered knowing how he basically saw and touched her nude body multiple times while dressing and bathing her. I think her feelings might slowly develop into a “ugh I know I shouldn’t… but the idea sounds so attractive…”. She’d be painfully aware of just how wrong it is in every way possible but breaking the rules and secretly having an affair with this pretty boy when you’ve spent your entire life being good would sound… fun let’s just say

[starkenobi]

FOR MY LAST TRICK | 1

masterlist — the pitt x avenger!reader crossover masterlist

Pairing: Jack Abbot x fomer avenger!reader.

Summary: The new attending on the night shift is a complete mystery. She carries herself as if she's seen something worse than hell but smiles as if she has no worries. There's at least 7 bets running about her, and Jack can't stop wondering if she has skeletons in her closet too... And then, her past comes crashing down on the ER like a ticking bomb.

chapter warnings: none, it's a strangers to coworkers through Jack's eyes.

read for my last trick snippet

It was mid-July, the day had started sunny and with a cloudless blue sky. The thunderstorm came without warning, bringing chaos into its awakening and drastically changing the mood of the people waiting in the chairs. The department was crowded and, with the sudden storm, it didn't seem like it was going to calm down any time soon. At least the thunderstorm also brought an angel sent from heaven - one wearing a long, heavy green raincoat, black cargo pants and combat boots. 

You introduced yourself as the new attending, shaking hands with Dana and Robby. And soon enough, you were speeding up the patient care of those who were not routine visits. Moving fast but with precision, making sure of asking the patients for a positive review with a charming smile on your face. It was like you knew the right words to say and what to do, no uncertainty.

After just one week working the day shift, you got all the department hooked and curious with how mysterious you were. It’s her thing, Robby mused one night during shift change with Jack, she’s chatty and smiles a lot but is very private about her personal life. 

After two months on the day shift, you started helping Robby deal with Gloria. However, with all the chocolates and sweets you offered both Robby and Gloria, as if it were a distracted and unplanned act and not you meddling in the conversation, Jack would call it training. 

Six months in, you got a double. And it was the first time Jack had really interacted with you. Sort of. He exchanged a few words and patient information. When a difficult case came in and Jack was already busy, you pulled Ellis into the driver's seat and guided her smoothly. You captivated everyone so easily, the night crew begged you to change shifts.

You compromised, changing your 12 hours so you could be on both shifts. Because of course you'd end up doing that. She's not exactly a cowboy like you, Dana stated on your first shift after the change, but I'm sure that her middle name is trouble. At first, Jack was offended with her comparison, until he understood what Dana was talking about. What usually would end up in a huge fight with Walsh over a patient treatment if it was him, you end up getting it your way. A sweet smile on your lips and honeyed words was quickly to convince Walsh.

You were trouble. But a good kind of trouble. 

Then six months became one year. Time flew by and it turned three years. You became a constant. The interns, med students and the residents would seek you out for inputs. Or when they needed help to solve a problem. Even the nurses and technicians would come to you. You knew everyone by name and occupation, some people you knew other types of information like birthday and coffee order, not because of gossip but because you just liked to know. You were just that considerate. 

But even after three years, no one knew for sure about your life before joining the ED. It drove Jack crazy. The firm hands and the way of dressing indicated a possible military (or similar) past, but there was no dog tags or tattoos, most of the jargon were ignored as if you didn’t know them - but your eyes said something else. You were excellent at compartmentalizing, even better than him.

Jack would never say out loud, but he loved to observe you work, from the most simple case of sprained foot to a bloody trauma. You were a light in the quiet moments. However, it was in the worst cases that you shone bright. He loved how well you two worked as a team. It was as if you could read his mind the same way he could interpret your movements and expressions. 

Of course, nothing was perfect. Even more so in an ER. You fought tooth and nail to save all the lives that came to your hands, but sometimes your everything wasn’t enough. And that night was one of those terrible nights. Three patients you were unable to snatch from the reaper's hands. Three deaths you had to explain to family members who couldn't understand the suddenness of the absence. You didn’t cry nor your hands shook, but your eyes didn't have the usual sparkle. You looked exhausted. 

“Here,” Jack murmured, sliding a cup of warm coffee and a chocolate bar towards you. Not daring to ask how you were, he points to the computer with his chin. “Want some help with those charts?”

Opening the chocolate and taking a big bite, you sighed in contentment. “Just reviewing information to avoid future problems.”

Jack nodded, pushing his hands deep into his pockets to prevent him from fixing the collar of your coat. “Drink your coffee and go home then.”

“You’re so bossy.” You retorted softly. But you quickly finished the chocolate before closing the charts and turning off the computer. You grabbed the warm coffee and got up from the chair. Standing close to him, you gently squeezed his bicep with your free hand. “Thank you, Abbot.”

“I got you.” Jack answered simple, shrugging one shoulder like it was nothing to worry about.

You offered him one last soft smile, then turned on your heel toward the lockers. You didn’t look back, but Jack silently watched you go.

Three years working with you and you still were an enigma. Jack liked to think that he knew what mattered about you, but sometimes he wondered what made you be the way you were. What types of skeletons and ghosts were hiding in your closet? He hoped it wasn’t like the ones he carried with him. 

Little did he know it was worse.

Thank you for reading and supporting my writing 💜 Let me know what you think! Comments, likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

There's no taglist, but you can follow this story (and the other crossovers) through the tag #avenger!reader x the pitt!

[brailsthesmolgurl]

COINCIDENCE

PREVIEW: Fate is a term that suggests predetermined events that are inevitable, a route that is not available to anyone's alteration. Yet, destiny, in all of its glory is defined as a path that opens up possibilities of choices and actions that one can take to change it. So, what if coincidence came under the disguise of a fate or perchance, a destiny?

WARNINGS: non-mc! reader, mixture of the boys' povs, first impression matters, mid-length read, real-life scenario applications, cutesy and cheek reddening and leg-kicking fluff.

NOTES: Maladaptive dreaming is the inspiration behind this piece, I just had the sudden lightbulb moment thinking of what-if scenarios and meeting the LnDs boys in reality would probably come across to what these scenarios depict. I'm sorry the pictures I had used are not of the best quality, but I wanted it to have the fuzzy, low res-kinda feel for first meets, where you do not really remember their faces but more of the feelings that they give you. I love giving you all my delulus and offer solulus to support y'all! Do lemme know if this should take on to another part where we dive deeper into my imaginations hehe <3

All dividers are sourced from @uzmacchiato

RAFAYEL - SUNDAY MARKET

Weekends are probably the only days you get to slot in some well deserved rest. You had initially planned to laze around at home, within the comfort of your bed sheets as you catch up on your favourite tv series. However, with an upcoming exhibition just a week away, the next episode of Love Island can wait. Hence, here you sat, in front of your empty white canvas without a single clue on what you should be drawing for your first debut piece. The pristine white canvas gawked at you, imaginary eyes forming on its plane and squinted at your lack of creativity. '𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓋𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒'. Sounds like a good news headline for a weeks' worth of word-of-mouth but in exchange for bad publicity for a new artist like you. Of course, you could not risk your reputation despite it being a tempting offer.

Should you have waited any longer, your walls might start creating its own art with mold stains so you decided to put on your outing clothes to step out into Mother Nature’s embrace. Perhaps, this is what you exactly needed to refresh your mind. Your feet is set to automated navigation, a built-in GPS on its own as it leads you towards the Sunday Market that is held on the outskirts of town. On days when you feel a little adventurous, going to the Sunday Market would be your go-to idea as the market features a lot of handmade bijous, often born from the hands of an artist that loves their own work. And that, is the essence of why you paint, so your artwork too, can be made of love and passion.

The sun hung lazily and brightly amongst the cloudless skies, casting its warm golden rays directly over the open-air market. The market is bustling, stalls neatly set up and decorated, lined up by the side of the road to provide access for curious shoppers to browse. Each of the stalls sold different items, some big some small, some are sold for utility while some held up as only decor. You weaved through the crowds, your notebook that is the size of your palm pressed against your chest, eyes searching for your next big break on your canvas. You walked past a store selling spices, the smell intense and piercing that it made you winced slightly. A couple stood at the front of the stall, the guy had his arm lazily draped over his significant others' shoulder as they both chattered away with the shop owner, hand gestures as loud as their verbal exchanges.

The sight was worth to draw, the genial exchange between a couple and an elderly over how spices are used for cooking and various other factors but somehow, the scene still lacks something and you hate that it gnawed at the deepest corners of your heart. How does it feel to be in a relationship like that? Where a simple outing as such can be done with your other half whom enjoys it just as much as you do? Just the thought of it left an acrid taste in your mouth but it does not suggest that you are allergic towards wanting to be in a relationship, you just happen to have expectations that nobody has managed to achieve. Yet.

You continued walking onwards, shaking your head slightly as you turned to the next stall to find more inspiration. And there stood a lengthy slim-built young man, with lilac hair that stood out from most of the crowd, dressed in a button up white shirt paired with a grey wool vest and black slacks. No mistake it screams the aesthetic of an artist and just like that, he managed to grab your attention. "Come on, this is plain fraud old man." He panned, slender digit pointed at the 'artwork' that was on display. The 'oil painting' was a blend of blue, purple and pink depicting the scene of a purplish-hued sunset but it looked more of a photo rather than a painting due to the lack of protruding brush strokes on the canvas' surface. "You can't just go around printing an artwork on a canvas and call it a rare scene of a photograph!"

His feedback got the stall owner, a balding man in his late 40s frowning, his mustache twitching out of annoyance. "Do you even have any proof of me photocopying this, young man?" Index finger pointed right back at the young man who has crossed his arms now, looking equally frustrated. Haggling is a common scene in marketplaces but a haggle for justice is quite rare indeed and it bogged you to stay.

"There is no need for any proof when I know my drawings everywhere and what you are doing now is considered a crime." His voice was calm but austere. It is any artist's nightmare for their artwork to be replicated without their knowing and seeing this plain copycat printed on an A2 sized canvas and sealed off in a mahogany frame, the artist took it as a personal jest towards his efforts. It deserves at least a pure silver frame for its magnificience. A slight glance at the painting invoked a sense of nostalgia for you, as if you had seen it somewhere floating within the depths of your memory that you could not catch onto. "Perhaps I should bring this up to my manager and lawyers then maybe we can settle--"

The seller threw both of his arms up in the air, signaling in defeat. A dour groan ensued and there comes the repining sentence. "Look young man, I was only told to sell this artwork. I do not know of the origin of this painting. I am only trying to make a living afterall." Knowing that the officials would be dousing their hand into this matter, the seller does not dare to challenge the artist in question. The purple-haired young man then stepped forward and picked up the drawing, a grimace settling onto his resplendent features. "If you want it, you can take it, I won't charge anything for it!"

You watched as the scene unfolded in front of you, the man's face had turned pallor, green eyes that held nothing but sycophancy out of fear, much like the kind of fear where he has everything at stake and he could not afford to lose any. Blame your empathy for your actions. Stepping forward, you tugged onto the canvas that the young man was holding onto and your eyes caught his. Silence ensued, but you regretted it immediately. This man is not only artistic like, but he is a work of art by himself. With fair complexion and striking purple-blue eyes, a high nose bridge and curved lips, there is no doubt that he walked straight out of a canvas. "I will pay for this." Your mouth spilled before he could say anything, his eyes widening at your approach. Not because he sees you as a challenge, but he too, had never seen someone with such beauty.

"And who are you? An accomplice of his?" He was quick to judge and you could feel yourself scoffing at his attitude. So much for looking like a carved statue, his precipitous assumption still very much suggested him being as mundane as anyone in the market. He did not let go of the photograph from his grip, his amusement surfacing at your surprised expression. It is only fair for you to be shocked at his assumptions. A daring one in fact. He now leans casually against a pole that holds the tent upright, gaze awaiting silently for you to state your reason.

You retracted your grip and crossed your arms, eyebrows closely knitted while you tried to reason with him. "Just because I wanted to lend a hand to a man who is struggling with monetary issues does not mean I am his accomplice." Stuffing your hands into your bag, you feel for your wallet only for him to beat you to it, already pulling out a fat wad of cash and he handed it to the seller, whom had probably drooled at the stack of hundreds. You were planning to give the man a hundred bill and probably call it a day and try to stop the verbal brulesque from escalating, but the young man had beaten you to it and you had never felt so humbled in your life. "What...why?"

"Who said I was never going to pay for it?" The man pushed himself off of the pole, effortlessly pushing his hair back in the direction of the wind blows. The photograph now placed in between the gap of his feet. "I too am human, I too have feelings." He lays his hand flat out, gesturing towards you and himself to indicate his point. "I can't help but pity him for doing someone else's dirty work." He looked towards the seller, the older man already relishing in his ideas on how to spend the money for the upcoming moments. Fingers running through each piece of the paper as he counts. The same monetary symbol that holds no meaning to the man whom had given it to him. "My name's Rafayel."

The introduction began and you looked at the drawing wedged in between his feet and back at his face. And you slapped your hand over your mouth, your skepticism ceded and in comes admiration. No wonder the painting seemed too familiar, you recalled that you had leafed through those uncanny brush strokes in multiple conventions. The painting that is not on sale but is always the main showpiece. It resonated with the artist, the one who stood in front of you, elegant, bold and transcendent. "You are him."

A quick look over both of his shoulders, Rafayel careened over to you in a few strides and took hold of your arm, already tugging you through the crowd like water that flows between the gaps of stones in a river. You obediently followed him, footsteps pattered across the stoned flooring to match his long strides. He snapped towards a right turn and brought you to an empty alleyway. The sunshine barely shines through, only through a small slit above where concrete roofs failed to meet, the light slanting inwards, peeking through the dark environment and forming a straight line against the brick wall. "Why are we here?"

Rafayel's head tossed left and right again, and he lets go of your arm. The subtle touch had already emblazoned against your skin. "So that I won't have to get security escorts." Of course, a famous guy like this at a casual Sunday market is a call for disaster and you mentally palmed yourself for being so careless. The painting that was held in his arms was once again put onto the floor so he has free hands to rummage through his black leather messenger bag for his sunglasses. Pulling it out, he blew the lens to rid it of any dust particles and slotted the sunglasses into his tousled hair, not in a rush to wear it in the aphotic alleyway.

You stood opposite him, feet digging into the small cracks of the stone tiles, studying its irregular patterns till he cleared his throat and you looked up at him. One of his eyebrows was raised, bluish-pink orbs darted from the notebook in your hand to your lips and then settled onto your eyes. The small interaction of his got your heart skipping a beat and you nervously nodded, rubbing the nape of your neck out of habit. "My...name is y/n." You introduced yourself, still not getting over the idea that the renowned artist stood in person in front of you. "I am a huge fan of your works and I will be making my debut at the Flux Arts Gallery next week..." Your mind blanked for a moment. Were you just about to ask him, a famous artist ---who barely knows you--- to come and see your first debut piece?

Asking a renowned artist to come forth to your debut is a suicide mission. He would have thought that you are taking up this opportunity to seek for validation from him or to simply impress him ---though you had zero confidence in your artwork despite being crowned a prodigy. But Rafayel had no such thoughts. For he saw a young woman who was crafted with such care by unspoken deities, that her delicate features are akin to her personality. The way she had shown her judiciousness today had granted herself a rite of passage straight into his soft spot. This is an artist that cares about the time and passion and effort one has to pour into making a masterpiece. This girl, in his eyes, is nothing short of a perfectionist just like him.

"I'll be there." Your heart skipped a beat when he agreed, this time a smile accompanying his handsome features. He leans closer and you could catch a whiff of his perfume. It smelled of a scent that you could only describe like a scene; a touch of sea-salt breeze with hints of citrus notes. It reminds you exactly of the painting he had done, where the sunset meets the horizon, where the skies blended along with the sea with the usage of his brush strokes and tones, the painting which he has held up in front of you now, with a messy scribble across the top right corner. When did he managed to write his number for you? "I have to go now. But text me and I'll be there."

He leans down, close enough for you to feel his breath fanned across your cheek and your face flared a sudden erubescence only visible to Rafayel's eyes. Rafayel already knew he has this effect on female counterparts, but by far, not only did you made a bang on your first impression, but knowing that you are an artist in seek of inspiration the same way he usually does, intrigues him to anticipate your debut piece. He pulls his sunglasses down to shield his dual-tone orbs and he held his hand up to brush away a stray fringe of yours to secure it behind your ear, the charming smile still on display. "I will see you soon, cutie." And without another lingering beat, he walked past you, leaving you in a daze of sea salt breeze and a cursive phone number.

SYLUS - BUSINESS TRIP

An urgent call from your boss is all it takes for you to be booking a flight ticket at the very last minute. Now, you were running though the airport, with your messenger bag in one hand and your laptop in the other. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket but because of how occupied your hands are, you could not afford the luxury of picking it up amidst the rush. "Excuse me!" The two words like a mantra falling off of your lips as you dashed through and past individuals that are clearly taking your time. Reaching the escalator, you dashed down each step, eyes training hard on the metal steps so that you would not trip but you ended up bumping face first against a hard surface and you winced.

Looking up clumsily, you watched the towering figure in front of you dressed up in a prim navy suit turned around, glasses perched on his high nose bridge, shielding a pair of carmine orbs that are sharp and obsequious. Still blocking your step forward, you muttered a quick apology and pointed at the steps below to silently ask for a way to pass through. His eyes, bereft of any judgement, simply stepped aside for you to pass him and you did, dashing past him but you slipped onto the step below him and you felt a strong grip around your waist, noticing that you had made a fool out of yourself for a second time. "I'm so sorry!" You blurted out and stabilising yourself before you are already rushing down the steps again, this time watching both the steps and any upcoming obstacles.

If you were in not so much of a hurry you would have apologise and invited the dashing young man to a cup of coffee to make up for your clumsiness but obviously time is not on your side now so you could only swallow down your guilt and clomped forward, dragging the awkwardness in your steps. When you arrived at your gate, you were relieved to see that there are still a few more people boarding the plane. Your hands templing together for a quiet gratitude to any available higher power that has heard your prayers to board your flight on time. The TV screen at the front of the boarding gate has 'LAST CALL' bolded in red. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, seeing several missed calls and messages from your colleagues wishing you all the best on your upcoming interview.

Given that you work as a team leader in one of the biggest news reporting outlet, most of the time you will be sent out on last minute outstation interview trips as such. It does make you wonder why you would be alone in this when you had such a supportive team but your higher ups had always gave you cogent reasons, stating that you are a one person team and you are good at what you do when deep down, everyone in your team knows that this is a method for them to cut down costs. "Hi, may I get your boarding pass and passport please?" The attending steward reached out his palm and you gave him your passport and showed him your e-boarding pass on your phone.

Upon confirmation, he pulled a wide smile on you and welcomed you onto the flight. You nodded and boarded the flight, grateful that you are the last one to make it on board. Or so you thought. One good thing about a solo outstation trip is that your company is willing to sacrifice a team for your comfort, which means you get to sit in business class even for a short flight and you get to stay in presidential suites. That is the least they can do to make it up to your loneliness.

You navigated through the straight passage till you got to an open seat. Sighing in relief, you heaved your bag onto the overhead storage space and plopped down into your seat. After all of that running, you did not realised how sore your legs were till you were seated comfortably into your seat. A tall figure loomed over you and you felt an intense stare boring through your soul. "Not only did you hit my back, you made me saved you from falling and now you're in my seat. How uncanny." A deep voice rumbled and your vision snapped up and you caught sight of the same man that you had met a while ago at the escalator. The same man that you hit, who had also saved you from tumbling down the escalator like a tumbleweed and now is witnessing you sat so comfortably in HIS seat.

"I'm sorry!" You straightened up in the seat, your loudness gathered a few heads turning and you apologetically offered a smile as you stood up and looked around, spotting the seat next to him is the other one that is seemingly still empty. And you assumed it to be yours given that this is a full flight. "I...I didn't saw my boarding pass as I got on. I didn't mean to sit onto your seat, my apologies." You kept your head down as you scooched out of your seat and switched to the seat next to his. His gaze followed you, the same gaze that are impassive but held such intensity due to its vibrant hue. "You sure that is your seat?"

You rustled for your boarding pass and stared at your seat number, holding it next to the seat indicator situated above your seat and you sighed in relief when it is your seat. "Yeah." Your eyes still not meeting his. "I'm sorry for taking your seat again." You peeked at his shoes, those leather dress shoes of his shiny, refracting the sunlight coming in through the windows of the plane. He settled into his seat, not another word spoken. It was a given since you had been inconveniencing the whole time. So, with the press of a button, you called a stewardess over.

The man whom had sat in his seat is now holding a book in his large hands, eyes trailing from left to right as he takes in sentence by sentence of the bibliography of a man he cares enough to read up about. "Sir, excuse me." A gentle voice beckoned to him and naturally he raised his chin, eyes catching sight of the stewardess who is flushed at the way he stared at her. He is gorgeous no doubt, owner of an aura that is unbeatable. "Here is a champagne, courtesy from the miss next to your seat." A champagne flute finds its way onto the small eating station in front of him and he nodded graciously as a sign of acknowledgement. Then, he turned his head and caught your gaze right on this time. Your face turning beet red once he looked at you.

"I...I wanted to say sorry and thank you." You stuttered, tongue too tied to form fluent sentences. "My name is y/n." Hearing your name, the side of his lip formed a meagre smirk, adding a touch of impishness to his placid front.

"For what?" There comes the low, masculine voice of his. The plane's captain introduced himself through the sound system, informing the passengers about the flight's course but it has been reduced to white noise as the nascent conversation takes place between the both of you.

"Well," you nervously put your hands together, thumb pads pressed against one another to squeeze ideas out of your head. "I wanted to apologise for bumping into you earlier. I also wanted to say thank you when you steadied me to stop me from dying at the escalator. And lastly, I wanted to apologise about taking up your seat." You slowly raised your chin to study his reaction, but he has got his attention on the glassware in front of him.

Being an alcohol enthusiast, he deftly picked up the champagne flute and brought it to his nose to take a waft of it. Candied orange zest with the undernotes of ripe peach fruit while carrying a hint of nougat that hits the back of his throat. Taking a small sip, he savored the taste of the golden liquid swishing in his mouth and came to acknowledge your taste in champagne. "Jacques Selosse Millesime. It is a good choice to catch my interest." The way the name of the champagne rolled off of his lips sounded so smooth. If you did not know about the drink's history like the pedant you are, you may just think that he was the one who came up with that name.

The plane is landing after an hour of being amongst the skies. Sadly, he did not return the favor of disclosing his name to you and his commentary on your liquor pick was the last sentence that held up since your mind had blanked. However, you are not denying that it made you felt proud of all the times you had been preaching to your colleagues that champagne holds the status of being a bourgeoisie amongst the social status of all alcoholic drinks. Only a person with class would admire it and the man whom had given you that appraisal is a proof of it.

Once the plane had touched down, everyone had begun to rise from their seats to disembark from the flight and head off to their own destinations. Everyone seemed to be in a rush other than you and the man who sat next to you. You looked over and tried to strike another conversation amidst the wait. "So, are you here for business?"

"Yes." His reply was brief, fingers thrumming against the wooden cup holder unconsciously. He was not even supposed to be on a commercial flight. His private jet just happened to be under maintenance so he had no other options. Yet, meeting y/n in such an impressionable fashion got him wondering if this was staged by his lackeys to 'coincidentally' introduce him to a possible partner to his love life. Given how they always complained about work being his first priority and that he needs to seek a female counterpart to waste his time on so he could get off of their back and get some well deserved rest.

Standing up at his full 190cm height, his vision easily scans the overhead storage compartment and a camel brown duffel bag with your name embroidered on it got him smirking, once again. He took it out of the compartment and held it out to you. Noticing it, you quickly stood up and thanked him as you took the bag from him. This was when the crowd had started to shed themselves off of the flight. Those carmine eyes caught yours again as he draped his blazer over his broad shoulder. His slender finger reached into the front pocket of his white button up shirt and he pulled out a card.

"My name's Sylus." He tucked the piece of card into the front pocket of your jeans, noticing that your hands were occupied by the duffel bag that looked too huge for your small stature. A gesture so bold that it sent your mind into a frenzy. "Drop me a call. Perhaps we can meet up next time so you can pay up for your apology with more than just a flute of Jacques Selosse Millesime."

ZAYNE - TRAIN

The fingerprint machine whirred and clicked, the small screen indicated your name and a ‘clocked out of shift’ status. You readjusted your grip on your patient’s file, shifting it into your dominant arm before you turned on your heel and walked down the hallway that leads towards the exit. Your flats squeaked slightly as you dragged your tired feet haphazardly across the waxed flooring. Today is one of those lucky days where you got the morning shift and clocking out at night means you would be able to settle into a normal circadian rhythm just like a normal person. However, your patient file is suggesting otherwise.

Your recent published article had gained traction amongst your peers, having to be the first one to get an approval for the drug you had created to treat protocore syndrome is a big deal for Akso Hospital. It also marks the start of the drug trial phase for shortlisted candidates and this is no time for you to kick back and relax as this crucial phase will be the determining factor on whether your drug would be revolutionary or not. You were not going to settle for anything below 80% effectivity rate. “Doctor y/n. Having an early night?” One of the nurses situated at the nurse station asked, his eyes being the only thing visible behind the marble counter.

“Yeah, gotta work on this file once I’m back.” You replied, waving the teal file in hand high enough for him to catch a glimpse. A small smile graced your features as you bid him goodnight and headed out of the main entrance. The walk towards the subway station was peaceful, the wind being your only company, announcing its arrival by tousling your hair behind your back.

The subway station looked nearly empty, a few limn figures spaced out around like leaves on the ground during the winter. The train arrived shortly, the once empty tunnel now filled with the tube-like transport, the quiet engines hummed to a halt. The doors creaked open and you stood in line, entering the train according to order. The interior walls of the train are painted a pale blue now, making the dark red seats awfully garish. Passengers piled up against the seats, occupying it one by one and you took up one of the seats next to the vacant spot that is reserved for wheelchair users.

A figure past your peripheral vision and you sidelined your right, noticing a pair of black dress shoes that were well polished. “Doctor y/n.” The voice was low, surprised even and you looked up, noticing that the owner of the sparkly dress shoes belonged to the head cardiologist of Akso Hospital, Dr. Zayne. You were equally surprised, your jaw slackened at the idea that he remembered you despite you had only met one another for less than five times. Twice in lecture halls held by esteemed panels, twice at an annual dinner held by the directors of the hospitals and once was during the debrief of your research thesis in the conference room.

“Dr. Zayne.” You nodded in his direction, straightening your ankle-length skirt to stand up as a show of politesse but he stopped you abruptly. “Why are you taking the train?” You winced slightly at how condescending your tone may have come off to the head of cardiologist but he took no mind of it. Tone is the least of his worries when he had only ended an 18 hour shift. You asked the question because you remembered after one of the annual dinner events, you were conversing with your colleagues at the entrance of the function hall till a sleek black Audi got pulled up by a valet and with Dr. Zayne getting into the ride, it earned him to be the topic of the week. The doctor with the continental sedan.

“I just ended an 18 hour shift, I don’t think driving while I am in a state of lethargy would be safe for me nor anyone on the streets.” His answer was straightforward, as expected from a man of few words---purely based off of your last few interactions with him. The conversation dimmed, not because you had no topics in mind, but you took note of him just ending a long shift. He must have been half awake by now but he beat you to the extension of the conversation. “Congratulations on your approval for the third phase of the drug trial. It was an impressively written thesis.”

His bold comment got you biting your lip out of nervousness. Hearing him giving off compliments is like hearing a cat bark like a dog. It is that rare of an occurrence. “You…you actually read it?” A silly question to ask, but his thin lips pulled up into a thin smile, coiffed hair drooped slightly as he put his weight against the clear window panes, shifting onto a stance that would make any orthopedists frown.

“It is a research paper afterall and it directly relates to an opportunity of treatment for my patients.” He nodded towards you, hazel-green eyes held such sincerity that it made your heart bloomed with a sense of self-achievement. “Do you have any shortlisted candidates that are from the cardiology wards?”

You sat up, back ramrod straight and you leafed through the file in your hand, vicariously scanning through all of the patients names and identifying their assigned wards. “I don’t see any yet.” You suggested, head still buried in your file. “But recently I heard from the nurses that your department has been experiencing a huge influx of patients with protocore syndrome, is that right?”

“That is right.” His tone dipped, taking on a solemn note. He looked almost helpless for a mere second. “That is why when I heard about your research, I wanted to lend a hand.” This time, Zayne eyed you, hazel-green orbs shaded by shadows of his fringe when he leaned down slightly to look at your list of patients. But, during those board panel meetings that are usually held on the end of every month, all heads of a department are required to sit together in a huge conference to report on the cases of the month and to occassionally throw in some gossips here and there.

Zayne has heard your name one too many times from the Emergency Department. Words like 'diligent', 'smart', 'on-time' are amongst the few words tied personally to you. And now, seeing you in the train, right next to him, Zayne relishes with the words that he had often heard associated with you. Add on resplendent, decorous and refined into the personality-o-book for you. He could tell the ardent passion you have towards treating your patients just by the way you are staring so intensely through the list.

You, on the other hand, was panicking slightly at the way he had asked for your research to be applied to his department's patients. You had always known Dr. Zayne to be very capable and because of it, you knew the risk of getting panned would be far greater and diffidence inched its way at the back of your mind. Not to mention having a slight crush on Dr. Zayne makes you even more nervous than ever. You stammered. "I...I don't want to cause any trouble for you, Dr. Zayne."

The train eases to a slow stop, metal creaked and groaned against the cold metal tracks, the impassive mechanical voice of the announcer echoed in the background, announcing the station name and precautionary measures as part of the protocol. You are already here at your stop. How long did the conversation took? You hastily stood up, again smoothening your skirt to avoid any crumpling of the fabric. You gave the doctor next to you a small, polite smile and walked past him towards the train doors, but he called out for your name, making you halted in your tracks and you looked over your shoulder to catch his lingering gaze.

"Come meet me at my office tomorrow," He stood at the opening of the train doors now, still positioned within the belly of the train, his smile mimicked yours, a small tug at the end of his lips. His tone makes his decision absolute. "You do not have to do this alone, y/n."

CALEB - BISTRO

You glanced at your phone as you walked under the awnings of shop lots to shield yourself from the sudden downpour. Not only were you late for your blind date, karma had caught on by casting a heavy rain at the moment you stepped out of your humble abode. With the lack of time on your end, you ended up with the ends of your ankle length dress soaked. A low hum could be heard even amidst the loud pitter and patter and you fished your phone out of your handbag to see that your date of the night is ringing you.

"Hey...are you still coming?" This is the first time you heard his voice, it sounded gentle, hesitant and concerned. All this while, you had only conversed with him via texts and his voice did not seemed to match the clipped texts he would usually send you. You were expecting a deeper voice, one that carries more aura of an older gentleman, not like an older brother kind of vibe.

The introduction of this blind date was a courtesy from your colleague at work, after hearing your failed blind dates for time and time again, she had decided to introduce you to an eligible candidate, a guy whom her best friend knows. All she did was shove a number into your face and asked for you to be in touch with him. It took you two days to muster up the courage to be the first one to text the unknown number. A short and simple introductory message.

𝘏𝘪, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘺/𝘯. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 :).

The message was sent and it took around two hours for your blind date to respond to you. But as aforementioned, it was a clipped response.

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘣, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨��𝘵 8𝘱𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥?

No emojis, no love bombing flirtatiousness, just straight to the point. It was almost as if he had done this way too much, wanting to zoom over this date out of fulfilling a favour from a friend who was just trying to help. Your assumptions of him a reflection of how you felt of this meeting too. Without much thought, you glanced at the calendar that sat on your desk and you took up your pen, blue ink scrawling, filling in the empty space on your schedule for this Friday.

Back to present, your phone held onto your ear, your eyes darting left and right, trying to find the next awning you can shield under as you proceeded further down the street to the bistro that he had made a reservation at. The bistro that is safely tucked away at the end of a dead street, where no shadows are seen lingering on a usually busy Friday night. Makes you wonder why did he bother making a reservation at an obscure location but at least it shows his effort.

"Yeah, I am just caught up in the rain." You replied hastily, quietly muttering curses under your breath as you hopped over a puddle. The neon signboard gleamed at the end of the street, tinting the shop's window with an eerie crimson glow. "Sorry for making you wait, I am almost there. I will explain everything." And you hung up on him, pulling up the ends of your dress and you dashed towards the entrance, rain splattering onto your skin.

Pushing opened the heavy wooden doors of the bistro, you were enveloped in warmth generated by radiators, the bistro buzzed alive, with people conversing, laughing and a live band playing jazzy tunes to fill the ambience. You are very very wrong about this being a dead place, for this bistro is probably the only lively shop that stood alone amongst the quiet streets.

Nobody bothered to bat an eye at you and you felt grateful for not catching any attention. You scanned the crowd briefly and landed on a guy sat near the wall, a few tables near to the bar and the furthest away from the small stage. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, the soft light casting a glow against his features. He is the only one sitting alone and you beelined straight to him, all the while smoothing out your hair so at least you look a little presentable, eventhough you were soaked.

Moving closer, the figure you were eyeing comes closer to your view. He is young, probably around your age, a newsboy hat adorned on his head, with a black jacket worn over his white shirt underneath. His shoulders are broad, making his head sitting like a tiny rock on a huge boulder. "Hi." You approached the corner of the small table and he looked up. He is drop dead gorgeous. Brunette hair that falls over his forehead, framing his defined jaw. His eyes the shade of dark violet under the dim glow of accent lights, clear and expressive.

"Hey..." He trailed off, eyeing your face and then angling downwards, his lips parting open when he is the first one to take in your disheveled state. "You are soaked." His tone came off to be concerned and he quickly stood up. Only then you noticed his towering height, his baby face not a very good measurement for his body proportions. "Are you cold?" He approached you, taking off his jacket immediately and wrapped it over your small figure, the ends of his jacket reached the mid of your thighs. "Wait for me here, I will grab some tissues or something for you."

You wanted to tell him it was not necessary but he had already spun around on his heel, maneuvering through crowds and occupied tables towards the bar. Your heart skipped a beat. Not expecting Caleb to be giving you such a good impression to begin with ---or maybe that was how traumatised you were from your past dates. He came back a few minutes later, an apologetic smile grazed his soft lips and he handed you a few pieces of towels, too small for the body and too big for your face. "They only have these towels that are used to wipe the bar table. But don't worry, these are clean."

You took the towels off of his grip and started to dry yourself off, first by throwing one over your hair and you plopped down into the chair, wrapping the ends of the towel around your neck to make it look like a makeshift scarf. "Thanks." You readjusted yourself, placing your bag onto the floor and you extended a hand towards him, a smile now shown on your face.

Caleb sits himself down and took your hand, giving you a firm shake. He gnawed at the inside of his cheek, trying to contain his amusement when this is the first time he had been on a blind date where his date is soaked and could care less about her aesthetics. Perhaps, she too, had been on too many dates just like him. "I thought you were a no-show." He retreated his grip and relaxes in his seat, slumping his shoulders slightly.

"Of course not." You scowled, a pout followed soon after. "I was late because I was caught up with paperwork. I'm sorry again for making you wait." Caleb sighed in relief, his palm coming up to rub the back of his neck to soothe his nerves. You were nothing alike to what Simone had described on the phone. She did mention that you are small in size and that is by far the most accurate description of you. However, Caleb sees no sign of a shy individual. Only a well-mannered one. As of now.

This blind date has been one of the most smooth-sailing one. With conversations held up on both ends, questions and answers given and taken. You had got to know of his age and occupation and you could not believe the guy in front of you, with such gentle features and warm personality, is a pilot, upholding the position of a colonel in fact. For he, had never figured that you are part of the Hunter's Association, a lead engineer in charge of designing and tinkering a melange of leading technological weapons for the hunters. So that is how you got to know Simone.

"Say, y/n." His eyebrow arched upwards, a hint of amusement in his voice. He picked up the jar of water and refilled your glass swiftly, halting his actions when the liquid fills up to the brim of your cup. "How many blind dates have you been on?"

Seven. That was the answer that you had given him and you threw the question right back at him, anticipating an amount similar to yours. "Fourteen." Double that instead. Caleb throws his head back, chuckling when he saw your mouth dropped opened and he clears the question that is already churning at the back of your mind, his tone still lighthearted. "They either ghosted me mid way or just wasn't my type. Some talk too much about themselves, some wanted to jump right onto bed with me and some just care more about the time to leave than to talk."

You cleared your throat and sit up in your seat, taking a small sip out of the cup that he had filled for you. "How could someone just ghost you without even meeting you? You are pleasant to talk to." Your compliment rolling off of your tongue so easily and this is challenging for you to do on your past dates as it may come off to be ego-stroking for your date. "I enjoy my time with you."

Caleb's eyes glinted, a gleam of hope flashed past his pupils, his eyes trained on you. Under the soft lights, with the towel still draped on top of your hair, he finds you to be adorable, a woman who holds so much respect for herself and also for others. Admirable to him. "Yeah, y/n. I enjoyed my time with you too." His phone cut through the comfortable silence with a shrill ringtone. He muttered a short apology to you and picked up. "Yeah, Caleb speaking."

His whole demeanour shifted from warm to icy cold, gaze narrowing at the empty space he was staring at on the ground as he tried to listen to the voice on the other end. You watched as he pinched onto the gentle slope on his nose, eyes closing for a few moments to dull out his frustration. "Yeah. I'll be there in a few." And he tapped the big red button on the screen to end the call and his head turned to you again, the stern gaze faltered back into an easygoing pair. "Sorry about that, I just got a call from my liutenant, they need me for an emergency mission."

You blinked in response, realising that he is indeed not joking about his line of work. He did spoke briefly about emergency missions before being cut off by the waiter who fetched a new jar of water over to your table and the conversation turned towards you, with him asking you about your nature of work. "It's okay. I understand." You nodded your head, already standing up to gather your items. "I can go back from here, you should head on for your mission."

You pulled the cloth off of your hair and folded it, laying it onto the table neatly. Caleb stood up from his seat and walked over to you, hand gesturing towards the exit and he escorted you out of the bistro. "I'm sorry I can't fetch you back, y/n." He spoke as he followed you out of the doors of the bistro, the sounds shut off after the heavy wooden doors closed behind him.

"Caleb, it's really okay! It is not raining anymore and my house is just nearby. I will be fine." You reassured him, hand coming up to gently pat him on his shoulders.

Till his hand caught onto yours, those big warm hands envelop your smaller ones with such ease and you gasped lightly, looking up to catch his gaze. He is still smiling, the kind of smile that showcases his sincerity. "Thank you for coming today, y/n. I can't wait to see you for our next date." And he planted a light kiss onto your knuckle, making you blush furiously. "I'll be back soon." He lets go of your hand and leans down, tugging his lips into a wide smile, the type that says that he will be back, then he walks past you, turning the corner and disappearing out of your sight, with his jacket still smelling of fresh detergent resting comfortably on your small shoulders.

XAVIER - FRIEND GATHERING

Finals had just ended and the holidays had just started. And this marks the start of parties to celebrate both of the occasion. Of course, being the social butterfly you are, it is no exception for you to be included in their parties. One of it being a hotpot gathering held by your soon-to-be employer, Charlie. The gathering also held another significance to Charlie, for he shall be taking over his father's time-honored bakery shop and he wanted to host a celebration for it too.

Your attendance is much required as a friend and also as his employee so you agreed without much thought. It is also tempting when he mentioned that he had invited a few other friends of his from other universities to join in on this social gathering and that was what got you to nod your head at his offer too. It is about time for you to meet some new people and to broaden your social circle and who knows, it may be an added bonus if you get to find a boyfriend material amongst the haystack.

"How is the prep coming along, y/n?" Charlie's voice echoed off of the walls, hand diligently whacking the whipped ream in the stainless steel mixing bowl of his. You were only supposed to be attending the party as a guest and yet here you are, stuck in the kitchen preparing the delicacies for the party. But, as much as you did not feel like ding it, you could not escape his nags, especially when he is going to be your employer. "Do you need any help?"

"No, I am good here." You replied, meticulously piping freshly whipped cream from his mixing bowl onto the cupcakes that are fresh out of the oven. The kitchen is now a mixture of different artificial flavours, but all held the same component of being made out of refined sugar, inhale anymore you think you may end up with diabetes. Charlie is a preacher for sugary desserts, believing in the faux idea that sweet desserts are always the key to happiness when you think money can have just the same amount of effect. "I am almost done with the cupcakes."

"Good, when you're done then maybe you can help me set up the table first." The busy mane hollered and you whipped your head around to see that his face is a mess, powdered sugar sprinkled over the tip of his nose and his right cheek. Like a powdering gone wrong. You silently pointed at the messy spots, hand clamped over your own mouth to stop yourself from bursting out of laughter. "Is there something on my face?"

Shrugging casually, you chuckled and left him to his own demise. Quickly rushing out of the kitchen and headed towards the dining room. The theme of the party if a mixture of black and white, the gloomy colours being such a stark contrast towards the cupcakes made in an array of loud colours. Maybe that is what makes the colours pop. But regardless, Charlie is in the baking industry and interior designing is never his strong suit given the mixture of aesthetics that can be found across different rooms. You neatly placed the tray of cupcakes onto the center of the table. Noticing how naked the whole table is. "Charlie, you mentioned that the rest of them will be bringing food over, right?"

"Yeah, we are only in charge of baked foods for desserts." His loud voice echoed from the kitchen, the clanging of metal against metal still very much ongoing. Right when he was about to be done, the doorbell rang twice, making you jump slightly at a foreign sound that does not consist of the metal's clank. "Open the door, y/n."

"On it!" You careened over to the wooden door, not even bothering to check through the peephole and you swing the door open and you caught sight of a few familiar faces lighting up with wide grins. "Hey guys!" You bid your classmates, giving them high fives as they lined up to enter the entrance, all with different kind of trays in their hands. Good. Food is piling up onto the naked table.

The last face in line stood with lips slightly ajar, in an awkward manner as he held onto a tray of what seemed to be strawberry flavoured jello covered with a thin layer of cling wrap. His face was smooth, absent of freckles nor any pimples, as if puberty had never grazed his features---or maybe it did and he just got super lucky. His round eyes gleamed a cerulean blue akin to the sea and the skies, and his blond hair lazily brushed that it lays naturally flat on his head. He is probably from another university as you had never seen a guy within your social circle with such effeminate features. "Hi." Even his hi sounded awkward.

"Hey there, welcome! I am y/n, Charlie's friend and you are?" You gestured to yourself as you introduced your own name and you slowly trailed off when you lay your palm flat towards his direction, egging him to continue on with his self-introduction.

"I am Xavier, I am a friend of a friend who is also a friend of Charlie's I guess." He spoke, voice gentle and almost sounding in question marks most of the time. Not only is he awkward, he also seemed to struggle with decent self-explanation skills. It does add on an innocent charm to his personality. Without further ado, you beckoned for him to come in and shut the door behind him.

The party went on, with more and more people piling up into the space of the once hollowed house. Charlie was busy entertaining his friends and his friend's friends. So it left you standing aside in the corner, sipping onto a mixer that tasted like a mixture of ginger ale and some dollar store Sprite. So much for being a self-proclaimed social butterfly. Maybe you had underestimated the crowd and you have to admit that you lack the social skills to fluently blend into a group of close-knitted strangers.

"Hey." A strangely familiar voice called out from your left and you turned your head, meeting the blond-haired guy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here. Ah, yes, Xavier is his name. "Are you okay?" Rocking the same red cup as yours, he took his stand next to you, leaning against the wall for support. "You don't look like you are having a lot of fun."

You took a swig out of your cup, emptying the contents of it with a slight frown. "The same can be said for you too, no?" You smirked, glancing sideways towards him. "You look like you would rather be at home than here now."

His eyed widened slightly, long lashes fluttered with every motion and his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, his ears slowly turning to a pinkish shade. "I...I don't really like being around people." As expected. "I came here because my friends told me that it was going to be a games night." He raised his cup towards the crowd surrounding a table, playing beer pong. "But I was expecting video games instead of this."

Sensing for a heroic notion, you smiled and tilted your head towards the widely opened door. "Wanna get out of here?" You offered and he nodded almost immediately. Then, you grabbed onto his wrist and started dragging him out of the party, away from the noises and to the backyard where the loud noises are drowned out to the white noises. You went to the furthest edge of the backyard and plopped yourself down onto the grass, placing the red cup next to you and he mimicked you.

"Y/n right?" He asked for your name, eyes studying you. After you nodded in confirmation, he continued. "Thanks for bringing me out here." And he watched as you seeked for his gaze. This scene that unfolded in front of him got his heart twisting with a slight pang. Xavier may have been to a couple of parties, but most of the time, he knew he would be the one to sit in the corner and maybe sneak out whenever his friends are too drunk to notice his existence. It has always been the same routine for him. But today, you broke that routine of his and it got Xavier smitten with you.

You smiled, your eyes curved into an eye smile and underneath the moonlight's bath, you looked ethereal to him. A saviour, an angel that does not require wings to grant him his freedom. "No biggie, I just thought it wouldn't be nice to feel so alone amongst a crowd." The way you explained your reason with a chuckle got Xavier sighing in return. The both of you are not that different afterall.

Xavier pulled his phone out of his back pocket, clicking a button and the screen lit up and he navigated through the home page to get to his contact list. With a tap on the add new contact, he handed his phone over to you, the blinking white bar awaiting for your input. "Next time, let's go out by ourselves?" You glanced at the phone and back u at him, and back to the phone again. Did he really just asked you out on a date? Seeing your tardy reaction, his lips thinned into a fine line and he retracts his arm. "It's okay if you---"

"Of course we can!" You snatched the phone out of his grip and deftly filled in your contact number and name, a small smile resurfacing onto his handsome features. "I...I just wasn't expecting you to pull a move like that." This time a small chuckle escaped his lips, his hair bobbed left and right when he lightly shook his head in response to your statement. "Just because I am an introvert doesn't mean that I stick to moves that only further suggests me to be an introvert." He took back his phone from your hand, a satisfied smile showing when he stared at the technological brick in his hand for a brief moment before shoving it into his pocket again. His eyes meet yours again and this time, it casted a silvery light borrowed from the moonlight's rays. "You made me want to step out of my own comfort zone."

SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2? LEMME KNOW!

[akanemnon]

Hey there! I’m so curious. Did any of the new ch 3 and 4 songs stick with you? Toby’s music always alters my brain chemistry, these songs stick with me forever. The Third Sanctuary’s time changes have me obsessed as a musician, it’s exactly what makes my brain tick.

Hope you have a great day, Akamemenemenomenon!

My personal favorites are "SWORD" and "From Now On" from both chapters, respectively.

I DO like "Black Knife", "Ever Higher" and "Hammer of Justice" too though. But the first two I listed are my absolute favorite ones.

I'm no musician, so I'm sad to say The Third Sanctuary" isn't really doing it for me. It would very likely be something I'd be obsessed with if I was into it music more. Unfortunately, my brain doesn't click with that kinda stuff, though I DESPERATELY wish it did. I do like hearing about musicians trying to explain stuff like that, even though I just don't get it :/

[fuji-sen]

pt. 1 Phainon's POV

Phainon x gn! reader, numerous cycles, sprinkled angst, best boi Phainon , best partner Phainon , a bit obsessed but very much in-love with you.

probably ooc phainon but ehhhhh

part 1: Phainon's pov

[ Part 2: Perfect Partner Phainon! ]

[ part 3: Loving partner Y/n ]

"Hi, sorry for bumping into you. . I'm uh [name]"

⋆˙⟡ Numerous cycles had passed for the white haired man, numerous years, numerous faces and interactions passing with the flow of time, repeating and repeating. The start of life, the journey, the prophecy, the flame chases. .

and love.

⋆˙⟡ Just as his comrades were constant people in his life, so were you. He didn't fall in love with you at first, in the original cycle truth be told, because of the burden of his responsibility he had no time for that.

⋆˙⟡ then you came once during one timeline, entering his life slowly, like the slow dribble of sand in an hourglass, it's impact gathering at the bottom within time.

"It's alright, I'm Phainon" he answered, how many cycles had passed? it was in the hundred thousands now, and yet, this was the first time he had met you.

⋆˙⟡ warm, comforting, innocent, those were the words he described you with, a huge contrast from him.

⋆˙⟡ He was curious about you, he hadn't met you until now after all and by the he thought he had seen and experienced everything, but clearly he was wrong.

⋆˙⟡ what started as curiosity however seemed to turn into something more. . intimate, close, fuzzy feelings.

⋆˙⟡ you started off as acquaintances, then friends, there was this unspoken tension between you two for awhile.

⋆˙⟡ One that he ignored, never acting on it, and you seemed to understand as well.

⋆˙⟡ Numerous cycles he began to know you, what you liked, what you hated, but as friends not lovers, as acquaintances not partners.

⋆˙⟡ Still despite his best attempts, his feelings began to grow, he had thought as time passed his feelings would disappear, getting tired of you perhaps or from over familiarity.

Phainon had long decided to give up on love and intimate relationships, after killing his comrades, his friends, numerous times. . . love wasn't on his table with his situation.

⋆˙⟡ That would have been better. It was his fault.

⋆˙⟡ Only when he held your cold body in his arms did he regret it. He knew you would die at the end of every cycle and yet. . this was the first time he had seen your body, held you so close. .

⋆˙⟡ Your hands were soft and smooth, while his were calloused. eyes brimming with hope, while his slowly dimming behind the pressure. Now they were cold, pale and stiff. . and your eyes were forever closed.

A tap to the shoulder had you turning "Um excuse me?"

"Oh yes?" White hair, kind yet awfully sad blue eyes. .

"You dropped this" a stranger handed you a familiar item, eyes widened as you thanked him.

"Oh thank you so much! Umm. . mister?"

"Phainon, just call me Phainon."

⋆˙⟡ Because of the hardships you had gone through, for all the cycles he had made you wait and ignore the growing feelings behind you. .

⋆˙⟡ He wanted you to be happy, therein came Best friend Phainon. Despite the loss, he still couldn't find the courage to confess his feelings.

"[name] look what I found!" He held out a bunch of flowers that had you sneezing from the pollen.

'mental check, these flowers makes her sneeze'

⋆˙⟡ He introduced you to his friends, both in the flame chasers and outside. Happy to find you enjoying their company but. .

"Is she your lover or something?" Mydei asked, a couple of times in different cycles, sometimes it was Aglae whose interest and curiosity was hidden in well chosen words, sometimes it was Hyacine and Cipher.

Phainon thought about it as he watched you and Castorice talk amicably with a safe distance between you two. "No. ."

Mydei didn't comment on the fact that his face twisted into a weird face, 'pathetic.'

⋆˙⟡ He hoped you'd lived a happy life, one you won't regret.

yet he always found himself hugging your body, being with you in your last moments. . closing your eyes when you were finally gone.

⋆˙⟡ A few cycles he'd try to stay away, to prevent himself from meeting you but.. it wasn't going to change the ending was it? you were going to die at the end of every cycle, everybody was, all except him. .

"Everything. . hurts" you muttered, laying upon the rubble as you were slowly bleeding to your death. .

There beside you was a stranger, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time if you could understand, "you don't. . you don't have to stay" you said between labored breaths "you should get to safety."

"You. . you're one of them right, a friend of Hyacine's?"

"yes. ." he answered, eyes glued to the bloodstained ground, his heart feeling tight as if it had been squeezed into a pulp.

'it hurts. .'

'it hurts so much. .'

"why are you crying?" a hand cupped his face as you tried to smile for him, "I'm the one whose dying right?"

yeah you were the one dying but he was as well, with every death, with every blood of yours that had been spilled, the pain, the grief. . it was killing him as well.

And you died, comforted by the fact that a stranger would mourn for you.

⋆˙⟡ After that one particular cycle, as soon as the next one started, as soon as he found you in the next one, he broke down, hugging you as he felt your beating heart.

"w-who?" you almost yelled, kicking the stranger who decided to envelope you in their strong arms, sobbing. .

"I'm sorry. . I'm sorry for hurting you [Name], for playing with you, for leaving you. ."

How did the man know your name? why was he crying? why was he holding you as if you were about to disappear. .

You didn't push him away though, instead rubbing his back silently, patiently waiting for him to be through.

⋆˙⟡ Phainon did something he had never done before, confess, not to his feelings, no not yet. But to the truth, the cycles, the death and rebirth. .

⋆˙⟡ You were horrified at first, at the unspeakable pain he had to go through numerous times, again and again and again.

⋆˙⟡ Still you believed him, and it felt like he could breathe again.

"Phainon here, I made you lunch for your sparring session with Mydei." You said, handing him a basket.

A smile graced his lips, "why don't you relax tonight? there's a play happening at the streets why don't we watch?" you suggested. He didn't quite understand the plot but it seemed like you loved it.

"Phainon did you have a nightmare again?. . . you don't have to talk about it but. ."

"I'm here for you."

⋆˙⟡ You were so kind, so compassionate. . understanding. You doted on him, comforted him when he woke up to those memories. .

⋆˙⟡ he was lucky to have you in this cycle, perhaps he should tell you again in the next one? it made things more bearable too but. .

"Hey phainon?"

he hummed in response looking to find you curious yet shy, shuffling on your feet, playing with your fingers. . "what were we? in the previous cycles?"

He stopped what he was doing, almost frozen as you slowly continued "were we family? friends. . or?" you didn't continue, both of you knew however knew the word that lingered in the air.

'lovers'

"We were the best of friends." a lie, why did it sound like a lie now? in the past he was comfortable with that and yet. .

"oh" you nodded "I see."

⋆˙⟡ Why was he hesitating so much? what was he so afraid of? was he afraid that you didn't feel the same anymore after finding out about the cycles?

⋆˙⟡ Why was he a coward now of all times!?

"[Name] I want to tell you something." he said, like a coward, confessing only now when you had both of your feet at thanatos' door steps.

He held your hands, feeling the warmth fade away, again, as the city fell into flames, again, as the dawn of the next cycle slowly began, again and again and AGAIN.

He looked different, with his white blue hair turning to something akin to the sun, eyes glowing, body turn with golden blood falling from the cracks that marred his body.

He was far from the Phainon that you knew.

He was more akin to a monster now and yet,

"I love you." you were the first to confess, "I don't remember the past. . but, I'm sure I loved you in every cycle. ." you squeezed his hands, once,

"[name]-"

"it's my turn now to talk now" you breathed, wincing as you sat up. "please lay down-" "I'm already dying, at least let me die confidently."

"I'm so sorry. . this is all my fault."

"Never apologized for telling me the truth, for meeting me in every cycle you could." you held his face in your hands, gently as if you were holding the world.

"Thank you for telling me the truth, I have no regrets, I'm happy to die with you by my side. So please. . don't look at me with those eyes." you whispered, as tears slid down his face, again.

"you'll see me tomorrow."

⋆˙⟡ he was selfish, thinking he could keep you by his side while never confessing.

⋆˙⟡ he was a coward, afraid despite knowing deep down you loved him just as much as he did.

⋆˙⟡ you deserved everything, everything that he should have offered you long before, a couple of cycles before yet he denied you of that.

⋆˙⟡ he denied you of the closure and rejection, and instead strung you along like a crude situationship.

⋆˙⟡ he treated you as a friend when you were more than just that.

⋆˙⟡ he trampled on all the feelings he and you had in those many lifetimes and simply labelled them off as. . best of friends.

⋆˙⟡ however it was never too late.

"Excuse me, you dropped this." like clockwork, he thought. You smiled at him, just as always, thanking him as you took back your item.

"Thank you. ."

"Phainon, please call me Phainon."

You blinked, "Phainon. ." it was music to his ears "have we met before?"

He shook his head with a small smile, "I don't think so." He knew so.

'This time, this cycle no. . now and all the future cycles. I will make you the happiest in the world, and give you everything you deserve and more.'

⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡ ⋆˙⟡

All the flashbacks happen in different cycles, however by part 2 it is a new cycle, the second last cycle when the trailblazer and Dan heng arrive. You don't know the burdens that Phainon is experiencing, not yet.

it's meant to be confusing and messy considering his pov is meant to show how he's slowly losing himself.

[ hsr masterlist ]

[fir-fireweed]

Since someone asked how the ROs are with an oblivious MC, I'm curious as for some basic thoughts they have with the opposite: a very forward and open MC who just says whatever they feel oh so easily, and who just happens to be very attuned with their own feelings and thus realize they like/love the RO. And I don't mean teasing the RO or being obnoxious! Just being quite obviously in love and having no shame or reservations in saying so and showing it.

Ooh, I like this ask!

Excuse me while I make a BG3 reference here. 😂 For those that have played and romanced Karlach, you know that scene when you tell her you love her and she giddily yells back “I love you, too!”Yeah, that’s Calliope. She’d giddily, stupidly, excitedly give you the same attention back.

Corinne would be immensely happy, not just that you feel that way about her, but to find you’re a kindred spirit. She, too, prefers honesty without games. She’d also acknowledge it in public, not in an overly PDA way, but in words and looks and brief touches.

Vicente wouldn’t believe MC at first, and I don’t mean in a cute pouty way. I mean legit think you’re saying it to gain something, like their cooperation. What’s the real purpose? It can’t be love. People don’t love them. Once he realizes MC’s affections are true, well, he’d be at a loss. His instincts would tell him to manipulate that, but he wouldn’t want to. He’d want to return the affection, defend it, protect it.

Bayram would honestly be flummoxed by it, too. Flirting he can handle. An MC sincerely telling him they love him for him, without the show and expectations, well that’d make him a humbled and affectionate pile of goo. He’d happily return the same attention.

For Tellus, it depends on timing. Early on in prickly Coda phase, he’d tell MC that he’s no good for them, that he’s too broken. But a sincere MC is the best way to break those walls he’s built up, and eventually he’d gratefully accept it. At that point, he’d be flustered and embarrassed and delighted.

[kittenan2]

Love on Call

Pairing: Doctor!Seokjin x New Intern!Reader Genre: Rom-Com | Fluff | Smut | Workplace Romance Tropes: One Night Stand, He Remembers/She Doesn’t, Forced Proximity, Medical Setting, Slow-Burn Word Count: ~6k Warnings: Explicit 18+ content, detailed and raw smut, workplace romance, mild angst, alcohol use, power dynamics (boss/intern), kinks (praise, light dominance, rough and deep intimacy), emotional depiction of patient death.

The neon glow of the bar buzzed against your skin, the air heavy with the scent of spilled beer and cheap perfume.

Graduation day was supposed to be your triumph, a glittering moment of celebration with your boyfriend of three years by your side.

Instead, you stood outside the bar, your phone still warm from the call that shattered your world.

“I’m leaving for my Ph.D. abroad,” he’d said, his voice flat. “This… us… Long Distance... it’s not gonna work.”

Three years, gone in a single sentence. He didn’t even have the guts to face you. The cheers of your classmates faded into a dull hum, and all you could feel was the hollow ache in your chest, the weight of betrayal sinking like a stone.

So, you did what any heartbroken 25-year-old would do: you stormed into the nearest bar, ordered a raspberry-pink cocktail that tasted like regret, and then another, and another, until the edges of your pain blurred into something softer, something reckless.

That’s when he walked in.

Kim Seokjin, a man in early 30s. Tall. Broad-shouldered.

He looked like trouble wrapped in a blazer, eyes sharp but kind, lips curved into something cocky yet curious. His dark hair was a little messy—like he'd run his hands through it between saving lives.

And when his gaze landed on you?

It felt like gravity shifted. Like something inside you remembered how to want again.

He sat next to you. Close. His knee brushed yours under the bar.

“Rough night?” he asked, sliding onto the stool beside you, his voice smooth as the whiskey in his glass, his knee brushing yours under the bar.

You laughed, too loud, the alcohol loosening your tongue and your inhibitions. “Rough? Try catastrophic. My boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—dumped me on my graduation day. Said he’s off to Europe for his Ph.D. Who the hell does that?”

Seokjin’s eyebrow arched. His smile faded. His jaw flexed.

“A coward, that’s who. A spineless idiot who doesn’t know what he’s throwing away.”

His eyes raked over you, slow and deliberate, lingering on the curve of your neck, the sequins catching the light. “A girl like you? He’s gonna regret that for the rest of his life.”

You snorted, sipping your drink, your head spinning from the alcohol and the heat in his gaze. “Yeah? And what’s a guy like you doing here, looking like you just stepped out of a cologne ad?”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I'm a doctor. Just finished a 12-hour shift. Thought I’d treat myself to a drink before I crash. But then I saw you, and…” He paused, his eyes locking onto yours, dark and intense. “I’m not tired anymore.”

The banter flowed like the drinks, sharper, flirtier, your heartbreak dissolving with every laugh he coaxed from you.

He was witty, charming, and dangerously attentive, his fingers brushing yours when he reached for his glass, his thigh pressing against yours under the bar. By the fourth cocktail, you were both drunk, leaning into each other, the space between you nonexistent.

“So, what’s a freshly graduated like you gonna do now?” he asked, his voice dropping low, his lips so close you could feel his breath.

You grinned, all tipsy and the way his eyes devoured you. “I don’t know, Doc,” you teased, your voice slurring slightly as you poked his chest. “Maybe something stupid. Something… unforgettable. My ex should go to hell, right?”

His eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he leaned closer. “Oh, princess, you have no idea how much I’d love to help you with that.”

Before you knew it, you were stumbling out of the bar, his arm around your waist, your lips crashing into his in the back of a cab.

The cab ride to the hotel was a blur of heat and motion and breathless kisses that tasted like tears and tequila.

Your giggles filled the car like static, your fingers twisted in his hair.

“You’re trouble,” you whispered against his neck.

“So are you,” he breathed, his hands on your thighs. “But fuck, I like trouble.”

He pressed you against the wall, his lips frantic, like he had to consume every sound you made before it disappeared. Your dress slipped off your shoulders. His fingers fumbled, impatient, worshipful, undoing you piece by piece.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he growled. “And that idiot? He’ll spend the rest of his life regretting you.”

You moaned, your head thrown back, your fingers clawing at his shirt, buttons popping as you tore it open.

“Fuck him,” you slurred, your voice thick with alcohol and lust, your hands roaming his chest, nails scraping his skin. “Fuck that prick. You’re so much better, Doc—shit, so much better.”

He laughed, low and filthy, lifting you roughly and tossing you onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he stripped you bare, your bra and panties gone in seconds.

“Damn right I am,” he growled, his lips trailing fire down your body, nipping at your collarbone, sucking hard on your nipples until you were writhing beneath him.

Your chest heaved. “I want to forget him.”

“Then let me help,” he whispered, kissing down your neck like a prayer.

And then he dropped to his knees.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget his name, princess.”

His mouth found your core, his tongue relentless, lapping at you like a man starved, his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you wide.

You called him “Doc” again, your voice a drunken, desperate moan, your legs trembling around his head as he sucked your clit, his tongue flicking with ruthless precision.

“Scream for me,” he growled against you, his voice muffled, his fingers plunging into you, curling hard and fast. “Let the whole fucking hotel know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Doc—fuck, Doc!” you cried, your hands fisting the sheets, your body bucking as he pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you, leaving you shaking and gasping.

You were still panting when you yanked him up, your drunken giggles spilling out as you fumbled with his belt, freeing his cock—hard, thick, and leaking.

“Let’s call this my graduation gift.” you slurred, grinning wickedly as you took him in your mouth, your lips stretching around him, your tongue swirling, your giggles vibrating against him as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, his hands tangling in your hair, his hips jerking as you took him deep, gagging slightly but pushing through, your eyes watering as you looked up at him. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, princess.”

He pulled you off with a rough tug, flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up, his cock teasing your entrance. “You want this?” he growled, his voice raw, his hand smacking your ass lightly, making you moan. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Fuck me, Doc,” you gasped, your voice needy, your hips pushing back against him. He slapped the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Fuck me hard. Make me forget that bastard. I’m done being sweet. Ruin me instead.”

He didn’t hold back, thrusting into you with a single, brutal thrust that made you scream, his cock filling you so completely you could barely breathe.

“So fucking tight,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips, his thrusts rough and relentless, the bed creaking under the force.

“You’re mine tonight, princess. He was a fucking fool to let you go. I’d fuck you every night if I could.”

“I always wanted a doctor… you know, for stress relief.” You moaned.

You clung to the sheets, your moans loud and shameless, each thrust driving you higher, his filthy praises making your head spin. “Harder Doc... Fuck yes,” you gasped, and he obliged, fucking you so deep you felt him everywhere, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing circles that had you seeing stars.

“Guess I needed a real man to remind me what good feels like.”

He made you come again, your body convulsing, your walls clenching around him as you screamed louder, and he followed, his release hot and messy inside you, his groans raw as he held you tight.

You collapsed together, tangled in the sheets, your body warm and sated, your drunken mind empty of everything but him.

The next morning, you woke with a pounding headache and a body that ached in places you didn’t know could ache.

Your thighs burned with each step, sore from how tightly you’d wrapped them around him—how he’d spread you open like a secret meant only for him.

Your hips throbbed, bruised where his fingers had gripped too hard, and your core pulsed with a dull, sweet ache that screamed how deeply he’d filled you.

Your neck and chest was wearing a necklace of love bites and, marks that made you blush just looking at them.

You were a mess—hair tangled, makeup smeared, dress crumpled like last night’s memory on the hotel floor. Panic flared in your chest as your gaze flicked to the man in bed, face tucked into the pillow, his broad back rising and falling slowly.

You didn’t know his name. Didn't remember his face. Didn’t want to. This wasn’t love. It was chaos. A perfect, reckless mistake, where you were too drunk to remember anything after being sober.

You slipped out quietly, wincing at the soreness between your legs, leaving behind nothing but tangled sheets and the scent of your perfume.

Seokjin? He was wrecked.

Few minutes later, he reached out for you but his arms felt nothing.

Empty. His eyes opened fully, heart lurching.

Gone.

You were gone.

He sat up. Looked here and there. In hope of anything you left behind. His heart dropped through the mattress.

“Fuck…” he muttered, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead. “She left.”

You hadn’t even given him your name. Number. Anything.

But your face? He remembered it in crystal clarity.

No one had ever moaned the way you did—breathless, broken, desperate. No one had tasted like you, sweet and intoxicating, giggling with his cock in your throat like sin was your favorite flavor.

Since that night, he had been a man on mission. He went on countless blind dates in hoping to see you again.

Every date felt sparkless. Smiles forced. He laughed outside, but inside he was haunted—by the sound of your laugh, your giggles, your moans, the way you looked up at him with that mix of mischief and fire.

He’s touched himself in the shower more times than he’d admit, whispering “Princess” into the steam, chasing a ghost in cherry lip gloss who vanished before the sunrise.

Some nights he’d grip the edge of his sink, water dripping down his chest, head bowed as he tried—unsuccessfully—to scrub you off his skin. The way your lips had stretched around him, the way you whispered “Doc…” in his ears.

He wanted to hate you for leaving.

But mostly?

He just hoped—prayed—that one day, fate would put you back in his path.

Because one night wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

And now? He’s been searching every room, every face, for a spark that only ever existed with you. Three months later, he’s still chasing a ghost.

And he’d do anything to see you again.

Seokjin sat in the hospital cafeteria, picking at a sandwich while his colleagues teased him mercilessly.

“Don’t call me for dinner tonight,” he said, tossing a fry onto his plate. “I’ve got a blind date.”

The table erupted in laughter, his fellow doctors and nurses exchanging knowing glances. “What’s so funny?” Seokjin asked, feigning offense, though his lips twitched with a smile.

“Oh, come on, Jin,” Dr. Park, a cardiologist with a penchant for gossip, said, leaning forward. “We’re betting you’ll ditch this one by dessert. You’ve ghosted, what, five dates in the last two months?”

“Six,” Nurse Min corrected, smirking. “He’s chasing a ghost, that’s what it is. Some mystery girl from a few months back. You should see him when he thinks no one’s looking—staring off into space like he’s reliving the best night of his life.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes, but his chest tightened. They weren’t wrong. No matter how many dates he went on, no one compared to you. He didn’t even have your name, just the memory of your face and the ache you’d left behind.

You adjusted your crisp white coat, your heart pounding as you stepped into the bustling ER of Seoul General, one of the most prestigious hospitals in the city.

Your first day as an intern was a whirlwind of anxiety and excitement, your stethoscope heavy around your neck, your clipboard clutched like a lifeline. You’d worked your ass off to get here, and you were determined to make a good impression.

The orientation room was packed with other interns, all wide-eyed and eager, but your attention was drawn to the man at the front of the room.

Dr. Kim Seokjin. Head of Emergency Medicine.

He was professional and commanding in his navy scrubs, but with a playful smirk that made your stomach flip. His broad shoulders filled out his lab coat perfectly, his dark hair swept back, and his eyes… God, his eyes were sharp and warm all at once, like he could see right through you.

“Good morning, interns,” he said, his voice smooth and authoritative, though there was a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Welcome to Seoul General. I’m Dr. Kim, and I’ll be overseeing your training. Buckle up—it’s gonna be a wild ride.”

You smiled, scribbling notes as he outlined the program, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was staring at you.

Every time you looked up, his eyes were on you, intense and unreadable, his lips twitching like he was holding back a secret. You brushed it off.

Meanwhile Seokjin was spiraling.

The moment you walked into orientation, all bright-eyed and confident in your crisp white coat, his entire world stopped.

It was you.

The girl he hadn’t stopped dreaming about for three months. The girl who left his bed before sunrise—and left him hard and haunted every damn day since.

And now you were here, standing in front of him like nothing ever happened. Like you hadn’t ridden him into the mattress whispering “Doc” in his ear, like you hadn’t disappeared without a name or number.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he tried to keep his voice steady.

You’re here. Fuck, you’re really here… and you don’t even recognize me.

He screamed in his mind.

He dropped his pen. Fumbled the papers. Nearly knocked over the projector.

You tilted your head, confused but polite, watching him with innocent curiosity while he scrambled to collect himself.

Get it together, Jin, he thought, forcing a smile as he continued the orientation.

But every time you tucked your hair behind your ear, every time you bit your lip in concentration—he was back in that hotel room, your thighs squeezing his waist, your moans screaming into his soul.

She doesn’t remember. She really doesn’t fucking remember.

And it is driving me insane.

How am I supposed to teach her how to stitch a wound when all I can think about is her moaning in my ear?

He wanted to pull you aside, pin you to the wall, and demand answers—Why’d you leave? Why didn’t you stay? Did it mean nothing to you?

But instead, you raised your hand and asked a question about night shift schedules. Your voice calm, professional.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? Just standing there, existing, looking like that?

He answered, somehow, though his grip on the clipboard was white-knuckled.

On the outside, he was Dr. Kim—cool, composed, in control. Inside, he was unraveling.

How the hell am I supposed to mentor her when all I can think about is how she tastes, how she sounds when she begs, how she felt wrapped around me like she was made for it?

He was screwed.

Entirely. Completely. And the worst part? You had no idea.

The weeks that followed were were a slow, delicious kind of torture.

Working under Seokjin was both exciting and infuriating. He was brilliant, patient with patients, and quick with a joke to lighten the mood during tense moments.

But with you? He was a menace, a total menace.

He’d lean too close during rounds, the brush of his shoulder against yours sending sparks down your spine. His voice would drop just enough to make your stomach flip as he murmured, “Careful, Dr. Y/N… don’t get too distracted.”

Your pen slipped. Your cheeks burned. And he smiled like he knew.

“Nice form,” he’d say with a smirk as you practiced stiching drills, his eyes lingering on your hands, his tone dripping with double meaning. “You’ve got a… steady grip.”

You’d glare, muttering, “Focus, Dr. Kim,” but your heart would race, and he’d chuckle, knowing exactly the effect he had on you.

And your coworkers weren’t subtle about it either.

“Girl, he’s so into you,” Mina whispered one afternoon in the lounge. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? How are you not seeing this?”

“He tripped over a supply cart yesterday,” Hana added, grinning. “Why? Because you were talking to the child patient in ER ward and he couldn’t look away from the way you were smiling while treating him.”

You choked on your coffee. “He did not.”

“Oh, he did,” Mina confirmed, laughing. “He’s whipped. You’re the main character, babe. Just jump in story already.”

You rolled your eyes, but truthfully? You felt it. In every subtle touch. Every darkened glance. Every time his hand lingered just a beat too long when he passed you a chart.

You were spinning.

One brutal overnight shift, the ER finally silent. Exhausted, you collapsed onto the break room couch, sipping vending machine coffee like it was life support. Seokjin joined you, thigh pressed to yours, the silence between you warm.

“You okay, rookie?” he asked, voice softer than usual.

You nodded, too tired to speak, and before you knew it, your head tipped onto his shoulder, your body sinking into his warmth.

You were half-asleep, your breathing slow and steady, and Seokjin froze, his heart pounding as he watched you. You were so close, your lips parted, your face peaceful, and he couldn’t help himself when you breath out a low tired whimper.

“You still moan the same when you sleep,” he whispered, barely audible, his voice thick with memory.

Your eyes snapped open, your body jerking upright. “What did you just say?”

He cursed under his breath, his face flushing as he scrambled for an excuse. “Nothing, I—uh, you were snoring. Loudly.”

You narrowed your eyes, your heart racing. “I don’t snore. And you said something about… moaning?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his usual confidence faltering. “Fuck it,” he muttered, his eyes locking onto yours. “You really don’t remember, do you? That night, three months ago. Graduation night. The hotel room. You and me.”

Your jaw dropped, your mind racing as fragments of that night came rushing back—the bar, the drinks, warm hands, the way you’d felt so safe, so wanted, tangled sheets, his voice rasping “princess” against your skin.

“That… that was you?”

He nodded, his expression a mix of hope and frustration. “I woke up and you were gone. No name, no number. Just… gone. I’ve been looking for you ever since, Y/N. Every date I’ve been on, hoping it would turn out to be you.”

You stared at him, your chest tight with a mix of emotions—shock, embarrassment, and a flicker of fear. “I… I was drunk that night,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“I barely remember anything. And after my ex… I’m scared, Dr. Kim. I don’t know if I can do this again. Relationships… they hurt. I don’t want to get burned like that again.”

His eyes softened, the teasing edge gone, replaced by something warm and steady.

He reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, gentle and grounding. “Y/N, I’m not him,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I’m not going anywhere. That night… it wasn’t just a fling for me. I felt something real, something I haven’t felt with anyone else.”

“And these past weeks, working with you, seeing your smile, your fire, the way you care about your patients—it’s only made me want you more. I don’t care if you were drunk. I don’t care if you don’t remember every detail. I remember enough for both of us. And I’ll wait, however long it takes, for you to trust me.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. His words were soft, but they hit like a tidal wave, washing away the fear that had been holding you back.

“You’re too much, you know that?” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the tension breaking. “Too much for you to handle? I doubt it, princess. You handled me just fine that night.”

You laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly, the warmth of his confession settling into your bones. “Shut up, Doc,” you muttered, but your voice was soft, your hand still in his, and for the first time in months, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could let yourself fall again.

The hospital never really rested. Never slept. Even after the world outside had gone quiet. But ever since Seokjin confessed that night—the hospital had changed for you. Not in its structure or sound, but in its soul.

Suddenly, the ER didn’t feel so cold. The corridors didn’t echo loneliness. Now, they echoed with something softer.

Him.

Late-night shifts with Seokjin became your favorite kind of quiet chaos.

In the rare moments you both weren’t elbow-deep in emergencies, you’d slip into the break room like two kids sneaking candy. The fluorescent lights hummed above, vending machines blinking tiredly in the corner.

You’d sit beside him on the small couch, your head resting on his shoulder, his fingers brushing your hair as he leaned in to whisper nonsense just to make you laugh.

“I swear the chocolate tastes better if you feed it to someone you like,” he’d murmur, breaking the bar in half with dramatic flair.

He'd press the bigger half between your lips, his eyes staring into yours, and smirk.

“You’re stealing my heart and my snacks, princess.”

You’d roll your eyes, but your heart couldn't ignore the feeling. Because it wasn’t about the chocolate. It was him choosing you in a thousand quiet ways. Again. And again.

One evening, you were scrubbing in for a surgery—heart racing, adrenaline rushing under your skin. Your coat was twisted, the collar popped awkwardly. You didn’t even notice until you felt warm fingers brushing your neck.

“Hold still,” Seokjin murmured behind you, voice barely above a whisper.

Your breath caught.

He wasn’t just adjusting your coat—he was touching your soul. The way his fingers brushed the curve of your throat, lingered for half a second too long, made your knees threaten betrayal.

He leaned in, mouth so close to your ear his breath ghosted across your skin.

“What’s got you so flustered, rookie?” he teased, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve already seen you fully—every gorgeous inch.”

Your cheeks burned.

“Jin, we’re in the OR prep room!” you hissed, but you couldn’t help the way your lips twitched.

He just gave you that smug, devastating smirk, eyes full of sin and adoration.

“Just reminding you who you’re dealing with.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, fighting the grin that stretched your lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” he shot back, already slipping on his gloves, but not before winking over his mask.

And God help you… you really did.

But not every moment was playful.

Some nights were harder than others. Some broke more than bones.

That night, a young boy was wheeled into the ER. Pale. Limp. Blood drying on his cheek like a whisper of something already fading. A car accident. Severe internal bleeding. You were assigned to his OT.

You’d done everything. Your hands steady as you worked to stabilize him, but his injuries were too severe. Despite your efforts, his vitals crashed, and you watched, helpless.

The heart monitor flatlined. The room fell silent, the weight of failure crushing you.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

You stepped back from the table like it burned you, your hands trembling as you ripped off your gloves. The little boy’s face stared back at you, empty. Innocent. Gone.

You stumbled out into the hallway. Cold. Quiet. Your back hit the wall. You slid down, buried your face in your palms, and tried to disappear.

You didn’t hear him approach.

But suddenly—warm arms wrapped around you. Strong. Steady. Familiar.

Seokjin didn’t say anything at first. He just held you. One arm around your waist, the other cradling your head as if shielding you from the weight of the world. His chin rested on top of your head. His chest rose and fell with each quiet breath.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice ragged and small. “I tried… I tried so hard, Jin.”

He pulled you tighter. His hand cupped the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair with delicate care.

“I know you did,” he said, his voice low and full of a grief he knew too well. “I’ve been right where you are. My first year…When I started just like you, I lost a patient too. It tore me apart.”

You sobbed softly, and he didn’t flinch.

“We’re doctors,” he continued, his voice cracking, “but we’re not gods. We do everything we can—but sometimes, it’s still not enough. And it breaks you. But you did everything right, Y/N. Everything. He just… couldn’t hold on.”

You looked up at him then, eyes glassy and broken.

He cupped your face, thumbs brushing your tears with reverence.

“You’re enough,” he whispered. “More than enough. And I know it feels like the world stopped—but we keep going. For the next patient. For the ones we can save. And you don’t have to carry this alone. Not anymore.”

Your breath hitched. You nodded, leaning into his touch, the weight of his words grounding you.

He kissed your forehead. Soft. Anchoring.

“You’re not alone,” he whispered again, over and over, like a promise.

That night, you didn’t just fall apart. You fell into him. And he never let you go.

Weeks later, the tension between you had built to a breaking point, the stolen touches and teasing glances no longer enough.

The on-call room was dimly lit, the hum of the hospital fading into the background as Seokjin locked the door behind you. The air was thick with anticipation, your heart pounding as he turned to face you, his eyes dark with a hunger that made your knees weak.

“Tell me if you remember now.”

He stepped closer, not touching, just watching—like you were something sacred. His fingers brushed your cheek, trailing down your neck, so gentle it almost hurt.

“Seokjin…” you breathed, your voice trembling with need, your mind flashing with fragments of that first night—the way he’d fucked you raw, the way he’d made you scream.

He crashed his lips into yours, the kiss raw and desperate, all tongue and teeth, his hands yanking at your scrubs like they offended him.

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to get my hands on you again,” he groaned, his voice rough as he shoved your top up, his mouth hot on your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you, princess. About fucking you until you can’t walk.”

You moaned, your hands clawing at his lab coat, ripping it open as you tugged at his shirt, buttons popping in your haste. “Then do it,” you challenged, your voice bold despite the heat pooling between your legs. “Fuck me like you did that night, Doc. Make me forget everything else.”

He grinned, that cocky smirk that set your nerves on fire, and shoved you onto the narrow hospital bed, his hands undressing your scrubs with ruthless efficiency.

“Oh, I’m gonna do more than that,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes raking over your body as he stripped you bare.

“You’re mine, Y/N. And this time, I am not letting you go anywhere.”

You gasped as his mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin until you were arching into him, your hands fisting in his hair.

“Fuck you are insane,” you panted, but your voice was needy, your hips bucking against him.

“Only for you,” he shot back, his fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them down, his breath hitching as he saw how soaked you were. “Fuck, look at this pussy. Dripping for me already? You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” you demanded, your legs spreading for him, your core throbbing with need.

He laughed, low and filthy, and shoved his fingers into you, three at once, stretching you with a delicious burn that made you moan his name. “Bossy little thing,” he teased, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision, his fingers curling hard and fast.

“Let’s see how loud you get before someone bangs on this door.”

You bit your lip, muffling a scream as he worked you, his fingers relentless, his eyes locked onto your face as you fell apart.

“Jin—fuck, you’re such an asshole,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed you closer to the edge.

“Asshole?” he said, mock-offended, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean with a groan that made your core clench. “I’m about to fuck you senseless, and that’s the thanks I get?” He unzipped his pants, freeing his cock—hard, thick, and leaking—and you moaned at the sight, your hand reaching for him, stroking him roughly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch. “Keep that up, and I’m gonna come all over your pretty little hand.”

“Then do it,” you teased, guiding him to your entrance, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. “Or are you all talk, Doc?”

He growled, shoving into you with a single, brutal thrust that made you scream, his cock filling you so completely you could barely breathe.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he said, his voice rough as he fucked you hard, each thrust deep and punishing, the bed creaking beneath you. “So fucking tight, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

You clung to him, your nails raking down his back, your body arching into his as he pounded into you, his filthy words driving you wild.

“Harder!!”

You gasped, your voice needy, and he obliged, his thrusts relentless, his hand fisting in your hair, tugging just enough to make you moan louder.

“Careful what you ask for, princess,” he panted, his lips brushing your ear.

“I’m gonna ruin you if you keep begging for harder. You’re mine—fuck, you’re so mine.”

You laughed breathlessly, your hands gripping his white coat, the fabric bunched in your fists. “Big talk, Doc. Prove it.”

He growled, flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and thrusting into you from behind, the new angle making you cry out.

“Like this?”

He asked, his voice rough as he fucked you deeper, his hand smacking your ass lightly, making you moan. “Gonna make sure you feel me for fucking days, baby.”

You came hard, your body convulsing, your walls clenching around him as you screamed his name, and he followed, his release spilling inside you, hot and messy, his groans raw as he held you tight.

He collapsed onto you, both of you breathless, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your neck, soft and slow.

“From now on... Every time when I wake up,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours, “you’re staying wrapped around me.”

You laughed, turning to face him, your fingers tracing his jaw. “Deal,” you whispered, your heart full, your body still buzzing.

“So… dinner after this shift?” he asked, his voice soft, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. “A proper real date?”

You grinned, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Only if it ends in dessert.”

He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Princess, the dessert’s been between your thighs all along.”

Eight months later, you and Seokjin were the heart of Seoul General, the hospital’s beloved power couple. Your chemistry was undeniable, sparking smiles from patients and playful eye-rolls from colleagues who couldn’t escape your constant flirting.

He never let you live down that first day—when you stared blankly at him like he wasn’t the man who’d wrecked you in a hotel room. So, you got your revenge: by hiding his lab coat in the supply closet every time he got too cocky. Fair trade.

You wore his oversized hoodie during late-night shifts, the sleeves dangling past your hands, the fabric carrying his comforting sandalwood scent. He’d catch sight of you in it and pull you into an empty room for a stolen kiss—or more.

Patients adored your dynamic, charmed by your easy banter and the way you worked together seamlessly.

“You two are perfect together,” an elderly patient said one day, her eyes twinkling as she watched Seokjin adjust your stethoscope with that familiar, playful smirk. “Like a married couple already.”

You’d blush, and he’d chuckle, his hand lingering on your waist. “She’s the best partner I could ask for,” he’d say, his voice warm, his gaze holding yours with unspoken promises.

One quiet night after a hellish shift, Seokjin led you up to the hospital’s rooftop garden—city lights glowing, stars trying their best through the smog.

You thought he just wanted to vent or make out. Instead, he took your hands, suddenly all soft eyes and fidgety fingers.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, “From that wild bar night to now, you’ve ruined me. No one’s ever made me laugh this hard or love this deep.” He paused—dramatically, of course—then pulled out a tiny velvet box.

Your brain short-circuited.

He dropped to one knee.

“I want to spend every day with you—every shift, every snack break, every quiet moment. Will you marry me?”

You blinked. Then laughed. Then cried. “Yes, you ridiculous man. A thousand times yes.”

He slipped a delicate diamond ring onto your finger, the stone catching the moonlight, and stood to pull you into a deep, tender kiss, his hands cradling your face like you were his entire world.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and overwhelmed, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.

“So,” you said, your voice light with teasing, “where should we go for our honeymoon? Somewhere tropical? A cozy cabin?”

He grinned, that cocky, devastating smirk returning, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Doesn’t matter, princess. We won’t be leaving the hotel room anyway.”

You blinked, tilting your head in mock confusion. “What? Why? What are we going to do inside all day?”

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his voice low and teasing. “Oh, you know exactly what we’ll be doing.”

"You really wanna make me say it, princess?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you swatted his chest, laughing as heat crept up your neck. “Yah, you pervert!”

He laughed, rich and warm, pulling you closer, his lips grazing your forehead. “Only for you, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice softening. “You’re my best mistake, and I’m never letting you go.”

You smiled, your heart full as you melted into his embrace, the city lights twinkling below. “And you’re mine, Doc.”

A/n: How come my mind come up with these weird plots, when it comes to Jin? 😂🤭

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[streamsofmoon]

sylus x gn!reader

synopsis: you and mephisto conspire. sylus listens to your plea.

sylus pretends he doesn't notice you conspiring with mephisto. he pretends not to hear your whispers followed by equally quiet caws. he pretends not to notice how you both look at him from the corner of your eyes.

he wouldn't be the leader he is today if he didn’t notice such failed attempts at conspiracies. being oblivious is what gets people killed, and oblivion is a core weakness to sylus' strength.

still, there are more harmful things than you plotting with a mechanical bird.

doesn't mean he isn't curious about what's being plotted.

it isn't until you're slinking up to him, all graceful curves, and sinking into his lap that he finds out.

"so, mephie and i have been discussing," you start off with practiced ease. sylus forgoes his work to pay you his full attention, wrapping an easy arm around your waist. "and we decided to approach the council."

sylus nods solemnly. "the council is ready to entertain conversation," he replies, smiling when you nod in return.

"excellent," you say before clearing your throat. "mephie and i have discussed that going out for ice cream is in order. it is a hot evening and despite the air conditioning blasting, i am drenched in sweat." you gesture broadly to yourself, pointing to the nonexistent sweat on your forehead. what makes it funnier is that you complained about being too cold ten minutes ago, having to drape yourself in one of sylus's sweaters. "can't you see i'm withering away?"

"oh absolutely," sylus agrees, nodding along and even dragging a finger across your very dry collarbones. "you look like you got caught in a downpour, sweetie."

"soaked, i know," you bemoan, leaning heavily into him as you continue to present your case. "now i know mephie can't physically have ice cream, even if he were a real bird. but mephie would enjoy accompanying us because i'm his favourite and he adores seeing me happy."

sylus, thoroughly amused, raises a brow. "oh? you're his favourite? and when did this happen?" he asks, and you shrug, nonchalant.

"when you said your surveillance bird to watch me, bonds are made," you explain simply. "we've watched a lot of sitcoms together, but we're digressing."

struggling to hold in his laughter, sylus nods for you to continue.

"so my plea for this evening is for you to take us out for ice cream. so i can be happy and cool, and mephie can see me thrive," you say, finishing your case.

"an interesting plea," sylus replies. "very well presented with all important points made." he then holds up a finger. "but if i do agree to this, what's in it for me?"

"i am glad you ask," you tell him, already prepared. "twelve kisses and three hugs. plus hand holding when we go out to get the ice cream."

"fifteen kisses and five hugs. hand holding when we go out to get ice cream and cuddling when we get home." sylus expertly counter offers.

you eye him for a moment, your professional facade breaking as you struggle to hold in your smile.

he eyes you back, his own smile free and easy as he holds out a hand for you to shake.

after a moment, you concede and firmly shake his hand, letting a small yelp when he yanks you in a hard but loving kiss. it melts you in seconds, your lips parting willingly for his searching tongue.

a solid minute goes by before you're both pulling back, a little breathless with eyes sparkling.

"you know you could have just asked me for ice cream," sylus says fondly, running a gentle hand over the length of your back.

you beam at him. "yeah, but where's the fun in that?" then you're hopping off his lap while happily screaming, "we're getting ice cream, mephie!"

mephie caws in victory, following you out of the room, and sylus laughs loudly, smiling like a man who has everything.

because he does.

he has you.

[writeeverything]

hey, y'all! I wasn't seeing enough of these guys so I came up with these. I hope you enjoy them! I love these guys so much; they deserve more love! if you'd like to ask or chat about them (or any others you'd like to see more of) feel free to hit my ask box, but please be patient!

Curt x Reader x Rod Relationship Headcanons (and mini-scenarios, i guess?? I'm rusty at this, be nice to me lol)

These two are competitive when it comes to you. Like everything else in their relationship, it's all in good fun and never puts a wrench between them. They'd bicker about who took you out on the best date, who's the best kisser, etc. To those who aren't in the know, your relationship seems volatile, but it's nothing like that. These men love you (and each other) so much; they just have a funny way of showing it.

If you're having a bad day, they try out their roughest pick-up lines on you to get you to laugh.

Much like what they do with their pick-up lines, Curt and Rod spend a lot of time trying to work on some date ideas. Where in the house can they take you that haven't been before? People-watching can only be entertaining for so long, too. Putting their heads together usually yields some results, but it's been a…struggle. Curt is the first to get frustrated, worried that this relationship is already doomed. Rod—after some light teasing—is quick to comfort him. Funnily enough, it's Wyndolyn that comes along to save them. She says that anywhere is fun with these two and you'd simply be happy to be around them. There's no need to change what makes them them.

Curt loves to cuddle. He presses so close to you, it's like he's trying to get under your skin. You're wrapped up in his tassels and drapes by the end of your time together and he sheepishly apologizes with a kiss to your cheek.

After a long day of being nosy people-watching, Rod likes to lay his head on your lap or your chest. When he feels especially relaxed, he doesn't mind you running your fingers through his locs—long as you ask first. It takes a lot to look this good, y'know?

Minor Post-Realization Spoilers under the cut!!

When you're ready to start getting outside the house, they want you to video call them before you leave. They're not letting you leave the house looking any kind of way! At least for the first month. They don't pressure you to wear anything you're not comfortable with, though. If you're a hoodie and jeans type of person, it's their duty to make sure you've got on the best hoodie and jeans in your wardrobe.

Rod invites you over to his place to bounce some ideas off of you about his new film he wants to make. The working title is "Get Out…of the House". If the game can make a Jordan Peele reference so can I lol

Yeah, you're working on it lmao.

Since his house is literally connected to Rod's, Curt occasionally pops on in. Sometimes, to raid the fridge. Sometimes, to cuddle up to you as he talks about his plans to decorate one of his house's many rooms for the umpteenth time. Oh, and to tell Rod to write him a check for the expert advice he's giving him for his movie.

These two have an eye for fashion and that doesn't change when they become human. When they're out shopping for some new threads, Curt is almost always the one to bring up an outfit he'd think you'd look good in. Rod thinks Curt's heart gets a bit bigger than his wallet when it comes to you.

"Won't my baby look sexy in this?" Curt asks, proudly presenting the outfit in question to Rod. Rod crosses his arms, the bracelets adorning his wrists jangling together. He gives the material a curious glance, testing the feel of it between his fingers. "Without a doubt." "But…?" "But I think that you think my boo looks sexy in anything they'd wear." Curt grins. "They would, though!" "You right, you right," Rod concedes with a smirk of his own. Still, he puts the outfit back in its place. "Just…not in this. They hate this kind of material."

The two continue their shopping spree, engaging in a friendly debate. The topic? Various things you'd look good dressed in. Their imaginations run wild. From their old drapes and rods to the many clothes they intend to fill your closet(s) with whenever you're ready to come visit them at their homes. Time really ends up getting away from them and they almost end up running late for their show.

[cloudcountry]

*gasp* Requests open when I finally had an idea for one? Unheard of! (me having an idea, not requests being open lol)

What about Lyca being forced to take care of a cat? Either with the reader or on his own, whichever you prefer. I'm just curious how he would deal with cats and dogs rivalry lol

(Optional additional thing: What if, when/if he finally gets used to the cat, he discovers it is actually a shapeshifter? I think it would be interesting to see him react to someone with similar abilities to his own)

SUMMARY: lyca is on kitty cat babysitting duty!!

COMMENTS: ok this one was interesting ,,, there are so many elements to it !!! T0T i didnt end up writing the shapeshifter part and i made it a small kitty but i think after episode 18 we need lyca fluff.

More likely than not, Rui found a kitty outside the dorm all lost and scared :( !! And while he would love more than anything to take in the little guy, he doesn’t want to risk touching it in fear of killing the poor thing.

So, who does he call? Not lazy Ed, but Lyca! And honestly? While your first instinct may be that Lyca would have some sort of rivalry with the cat, I think he would really take the responsibility of taking care of it!

His eyes sparkle when he feeds the little guy, or when it meows softly at him, or when clumsy little paws grab onto his finger. It’s just so...small. He wants to protect it more than anything.

Rui guides him through the process of taking care of a kitten, and he’s eager to learn. Lyca only grows more endeared to the cat when Edward sees it for the first time and it hisses at him. Poor thing hides under the bar and doesn’t come out until Edward leaves. Even the cat doesn’t like the moth eaten Cassanova!

 Once a handful of months have passed and the kitty is a little older, it always finds its way into Lyca’s bed. A small part of Lyca worries about crushing the little thing in his sleep, but the kitten keeps coming back.

They are inseparable from that point on. The kitty is either on Lyca’s shoulders and following him around. It’s skittish around Subaru and MC, but will warm up to them quickly with enough sniffs, soft praises, and treats.

And even after all this time, Lyca still doesn’t have a name for it. He’ll go to the aforementioned two first. What, you expect him to ask Rui or Edward? Please. They will definitely help him find the right one. ^_~

[yeonmuse]

CHROME HEARTS ──but I break them still

❪ CHROME HEARTS ❫ nishimura riki & fem!rea 1k w.c ⋆♱✮ fluff/angst ༯ university au ꫂ ၴႅၴ synopsis──★˙nainais library !! @k-films

CHAPTER 27 | bikinis and self reflection

 

You’d gone through a roller coaster of a week  that seemed to wrap up in a way you hadn’t expected, but in all honesty there was no other way you’d rather have it end other than being asked out by Niki. He still had yet to tell you where the two of you would go or when it would take place but for once you weren’t worried, you allowed yourself to be curious.

“She may be okay with it but i’m not can we tell him to movee this along already.’’ Melody complains as she, you and Chaewon are all searching throught the same rack of swimsuits.

“We’ve watcheed him struggle to even get her to say yes, he took L after L. I'm pretty sure he’s planning some dramatic over the top shit, knowing him he likes to go overboard.” Chaewon retorts, moving over to another rack to scope out new options.

“Well  honestly I think it’s sweet he wants to take his time, he’s giving the two of you more time to explore each other before the date.’’ Chloe beams, she had been the most happy to hear Niki had asked you out because she had always waited for the moment someone would come and fill you with butterflies. She was also happy because she had been right about the two of you all along which meant she won the bet between herself, Aya and Jongseob.

“I’m honestly proud of him, honestly I didn’t even know he was seriously interested in anyone until Heeseung gave me all the details.” Sakoia joins in on the conversation from the dressing room nearby as she took in her appearance in the mirror.

While all of you gathered together as cheerful as ever to be hanging out with one another there was one girl there that was feeling slightly lonely. This was new to her, you being so easily open and willing to allow others into your inner circle so easily, yes she was happy that you were being more social and finally spreading your wings, but it made her feel smaller, not because of jealousy or the anxiousness of having you stolen away as her best friend, but because you had already been distant with her lately and she hated it. She knew that she had no one to blame but herself but this was agonizing. Being around you and not being able to know how you felt or what you thought about her anymore.

It wasn’t until all of you had successfully paid for your swimsuits and left for the food court that she decided to pull you  for a talk while everyone else scattered for food. After placing your orders you both head over to the fountain and take a seat.

“I just wanted to see where your head was at…I know we haven’t really talked since we all came over that day..” Mako asks, her eyes practically pouring into your own, a sense of anxiousness behind them.

“You know I forgave you, but it doesn’t mean that I could move on from that so easily, we won’t go back to how we were before, not after a week at least. It’s hard to do that knowing you not only lied to me but you used something you know i’m insecure about against me. It put me in a hard place because you’re my best friend, the only person I've known since I was four and I wish that you had trusted me enough to come and tell me your feelings.” Mako simply nods, she doesn’t speak a word, just lets you talk and in all honesty she doesn’t really know what to say because you were right.

“Most of all Niki didn’t deserve it, even if it didn't bother him. Even if he didn’t take it to hurt it was wrong and I took all of my frustrations out on him when he was nothing but good to me Mako. I get it, I understand your feelings I do, but it will never make it right. You need to learn to control your jealousy and your attitude or it’ll only make people distance themselves from you no matter how close you are. The other girls don’t even know how they should act around you now because they think you’ll get territorial, they don’t even know if they could bring up Niki’s name without the flip of a switc making you angry.’’ She couldn’t bring herself to do anything other than sit there and reflect as you spoke.

“I love you Mako, but I need more time and you need time to sort out your thoughts and reflect on everything that could have gone wrong if Niki never reached out to me that day.’’ you finish, your conversation being interrupted by the buzzer, signaling that your food had been ready. Pushing yourself up from the fountain you go to join the others leaving Mako trailing behind you still lost to her thoughts.

She wasn't aware that even his friends felt the need to walk on eggshells around her. When she though to tell her everything she heard without knowing the full story she didn't know what the severity of her actions would be. That entire time at the table while the others chattered and talked amongst themselves she couldnt stop thinking about how badly she had fucked up. She not only hurt you but she made it seem hard for others to approach her when things had never been that way with her.

The other girls could sense that there was something wrong but none of them said a word because it wasn’t their place. Chloe just rests a reassuring hand on Makos shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze. She also knew that mako was in the wrong too but she hated to see you both so distant from one another. She knew that you both were most likely hurting over this but she was alos fully aware of the severity of the situation. Youboth needed time alone, time apart from one another because it had always been Mako and yn since you were five years old, you’d never got to know what life was like without each other. And maybe that was the reason mako had done what she did, because all that time the two of you had been conjoined at the hip, you knew everything about one another. Even if Mako didn’t realize it, maybe she was just scared of someone she didn’t know taking you away and changing that.

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[edwardhartenjoyer]

Ok I'm back, I need a reader who is indifferent about her death and even goes so far as to joke about it, as if death is the simplest and most normal thing for her🤷‍♀️ I would be very happy if you could do it with anyone you want from each house, thank youuuu<3🤧

Hi again!!! I like this idea. I hope you like what I did with it!

Featuring: Luca | Ren | Zenji | Sho | Yuri | Romeo | Rui

Lucas Errant - You knew realistically you should be scared and freaked out about the fact that you were going to die in a few months time, but it just seemed so surreal that all you could do was just, try to make light of it.

"I'm sorry this mission didn't reveal anything else about your curse MC..." Luca apologized as you followed him into his dorm. You shrugged, you were used to not finding anything helpful to your case at this point.

"It's okay, I'm used to it. I guess this means you're still inheriting my stuff." You joked, making Luca pause.

"What?" He asked, looking at you with concern.

"Well, when I kick the bucket, I don't want my stuff just thrown out, and you are my boyfriend, so you get my things." You explained. He got a sad look and pulled you close into a hug.

"MC, don't say such things. We'll find a cure for you. I promise I will protect you from this." He vowed. Another joke came to your mind, but seeing how sad he seemed at the last one, you decided not to share and just hugged him back.

Ren Shiranami - "Hey, that's not fair!" You huffed, dropping the game controller onto th bed in front of you. You'd just been about to win when Ren threw an item at you to stun you, letting him steal the win.

"How is that not fair? It's literally the game mechanics?" Ren frowned.

"It's not fair because I'm dying. You're supposed to let dying people win." You pouted. Ren fell silent and stared at you. "What? If I got to get something out of this curse, then it at least better be winning competitions. I don't care if it's from pitty, at least I'd win." You teased.

"You're not going to die." Ren huffed, "Someone will find your cure."

"Well, if they don't, tell people I always kicked your ass at videogames. Ready for the next round?" You asked, but frowned in confusion when Ren turned the game off. You looked over to him.

"Don't joke about this. This is your life. You're going to live." He accused. "You're not dying on me... You're the only bearable person in this stupid school.." he muttered.

You slowly leaned into him, resting your head onto his shoulder. "Hey, I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you upset."

"Just...don't die on me.."

"Yeah...I won't.."

Zenji Kotodama - "Zenji?" You asked, looking up at the ghost as he hovered nearby you. The two of you were seated on the docks of Hotarubi, enjoying the light rain as Zenji practised on his biwa.

"Yes doll?"

"Is it, weird, being a ghost?"

"I find myself forgetting quite often, Doll, at least until the topic of my name comes up or my inability to bring you into my arms. Why?" He replied.

"I was curious, since maybe I'll get to be a ghost with you soon." You replied, shrugging. A panicked look quickly crossed his features.

"Are you alright, Doll?? Is someone threatening you?? Do you need me to get Haku???" Zenji asked in a rush, instantly worried about you.

You quickly shook your head. "No, no, I'm okay for now. I just meant that when my curse kills me, maybe I'll get to be a ghost with you. I bet Haku would love having me haunt him." You joked.

Zenji grew a serious look on his face as he came down to be eye level with you. "Doll, do not speak like that, for it makes my heart weep for you. You will not die. I will not allow it, Haku will not allow it, all of us ghouls, divided as we are, will not allow it."

He raised his hands to rest them against your face, and even though you couldn't feel them, the gesture was noted. "Promise me you will not talk like this anymore, my dearest." He pleaded.

"I promise." You whispered in reply. He nodded, satisfied.

"Now, how about I lift the spirits by regailing you with my latest masterpiece?"

Yuri Isami - "Yurrriii~," you whined, walking down into the labs of Mortkranken.

"What is it?!" The doctor snapped, looking up from whatever experiment he had been working on.

"I've got killer cramps, and I need pain meds." You flopped into a chair next to him and sighed dramatically to emphasize your point.

"Well, why didn't you just text me?! Hurting yourself more by coming here! I could have had Jiro bring you some!" He ranted, though he did go off to get you some painkillers to help you.

"Wanted to see you." You mumbled, smiling to yourself at the flustered look the doctor gained.

"Here! Now stop causing yourself more harm over petty things! I could come visit you if you desire to see me so badly!" Yuri huffed, handing you some pills. You happily took them.

"Ugh, at least the benefit of being dead soon is I won't have cramps anymore." You sighed. Yuri tensed next to you and shot you an incredulous look.

"How can you joke about this?! You are not dying on me! The great Yuri Isami does not let his patients die!"

You shrugged. "It's just a fact, Yuri. I might die, and at least then, no more periods."

Yuri frowned more. "So you think I'm incapable or creating a cure for you?!"

"No, I know you're more than capable. I'm not doubting you Yuri."

"Good. Then I want no more talk of this. And since you decided to wander here while in pain just to see me, you can spend the rest of the day here under observation. To make sure you're not hurting any more."

You smiled softly "Yes Yuri."

Shohei Haizono - "Sho, you are the most incredible person ever." You complemented as he set down a plate of food in front of you. He let out a small huff of laughter.

"You just say that because I feed you." He shook his head, smiling at you.

"Yes, but that's also why it's true. Nobody else is lining up to give me the most amazing food I've ever tasted for free." You replied around a mouthful of food.

Sho just rolled his eyes. "You're already dating me. You don't need to layer on the flattery."

"But I do, got to remind you that you have standards to live up to." You joked. "Ugh, the worst part about dying soon is not getting to keel eating your food."

Sho's smile quickly dropped as he became concerned. "Hey, if you're worried about your curse, you can talk to me."

"I'm not worried. It's just another thing I have to deal with." You replied with a shrug, making Sho frown more.

"Hey, if that's how you need to feel about to get through the day, then I won't tell you not to. But if you need to, I'm always here for you to talk to, okay?" He pleaded. You met his gaze and nodded.

"Okay."

He smiled again. "Good. Now, finish up, I've got a new dessert for you to try too."

Romeo Lucci - "Let that sit on your face and don't you dare touch it." Romeo ordered, backing away from you as he finished putting a beauty mask onto your face.

You finally relented to let him give you a 'spa day' of what he goes through for his skin care routine.

"I still don't get the point of this. You just let a wet piece of paper sit on your face?" You questioned, earning an irritated glare from him.

"Don't talk so much, or you'll mess it up. It's more than a wet piece of paper, you BB!!" He snapped. "It will make your skin much nicer, among other things."

You rolled your eyes, though a fond smile for your boyfriend and his obsessions crossed your features. "Still, I don't see the point. Nobody will know I had nice skin when I'm dead in a few months." You joked.

He paused and turned to look at you with a scowl. "You think I'm putting all this work into you just to let you die?!?! Think again, BB!!"

You shrugged. "It's a possibility. And watch that face, you'll give yourself wrinkles~" you teased.

He huffed and spun away from you, disappearing for a moment before coming back into the room, his expression back to normal. "I am not going to let you die. End of story. So I am giving you good skin, so when you and I get married at the end of this you will look as flawless as I do." He explained.

You quirked your brow at him. "Married huh?"

"I'm not putting this much effort into someone I don't intend on keeping around." He huffed in reply, seating himself down next to you. "Now stop talking and messing up your mask."

You let out a snort of laughter. "Love you too Romeo."

Rui Mizuki - "Hey Cutie!~ Having a good day?" Rui greeted as you entered his bar.

You smiled at him and slid onto one of the seats. "As good a day as I can have. Had a killer headache earlier." You pouted.

"Aww, I'm sorry, you should have let me know! I would have brought you over some stuff." He pouted playfully at you. "I could have been your doting caretaker."

You laughed softly and shook your head. "It's okay, i took some painkillers and feel better now. Gotta say, the one nice thing about dying soon is no more headaches." You joked.

Rui tensed up. "Hey Cutie, don't go joking about that. Maybe that's your way of coping, but it isn't funny for those of us who care about you." He said gently. "Nobody here wants to see you die. You'll break my heart if you do."

"Well, I would hate to break your heart. It's my most prized possession.." you replied, grinning at him.

His smile returned, and he winked at you. "That's my girl~"

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[rinis-rift]

1- Haunting the Horizon.

A God’s Last Warning

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ꕥ Yokai is from Japanese folklore, so what is one doing, wandering around the streets of Korea? Grabbing attention from the other beasts who dwell in their own underworld as well as their hunters? And when the dust settles, who will have the pleasure to have their blessing?

wc: 1.1k

Yokai!Male! Reader x Saja boys + Huntr/x

Extra: I'm gonna try to fit the prologue in 2 chaps, and because this is kind of short, i think the next one will be hella long...

Look, you know that you’ve been reprimanded by the Gods for interfering with humans on the surface world more than once, the usually jolly fat man berated you for hours on end each time. 

Yelling and teaching something about how it's taboo to try to communicate with the humans, and something about how Yokai can’t do anything more than coexist and indirectly interact with the humans above.

Your main director who was in charge of your types of Yokai was a happy guy to everyone, it was common knowledge that Daikokuten was like that. At first, when you were younger, he’d just give you a pat on the back and a thoughtful lecture on why what you did was bad. As you got older, he’d give you a slap on the wrist then let you go, now you were at the age where there was no excuse for what you’re doing.

And you didn’t break any of those rules!

…

Ok, maybe you’ve bent the boundaries you could cross a little too much… too often. But in your defense, all you did was try to appear in your haunting form during the day in front of a poor dad that genuinely thought you were an intruder..! As well as try to arrange the chopsticks to form a sentence that the kids of the house spilled tears over. (You only wrote “How do your eyes produce tears?”, you were so confused from their reaction, but wrote it down nonetheless.) 

But it seems like this time, your bosses had enough of you. Even the other Yokai, they’d tease and jab at your mountains of notebooks, filled with enthusiastic observations of the human world. They called you ‘A joke’ and ‘an idiot’ for even trying to communicate and learn more. Always telling you it was a waste.

They’d say you’re a “human-wannabe”, and you know what, that doesn’t hurt as much as they think. You were fine with being a Yokai, never got any discomfort from the fact that you were one, you were just curious about the people upstairs…

It’s just that they’ve existed with your species for generations upon generations- theorized to have existed before the Yokais! Well, at least that’s your theory. Who wouldn’t pique interest at the history of the beings that are like an upstairs neighbor. When they’re making a loud mess, you can’t help but wonder what's going on up there.

The fellow Yokai’s jabs hurt at first, especially when you were nothing but a mere child, clutching the paper you stole from a family's Shoji door, on the other hand were crumpled candy wrappers from the candies that people left out for you. Tears brimming your eyes as they fell down your ceramic cheeks.

You’d always run back to your little hut alone, your hair messy from the wind, your kimono wrinkled with your frustration, your hands and cheeks were cold, devoid of happiness and acceptance. It always ended like that for you as a kid.

Each time you asked for acceptance and not alienation from your peers, you always got weird looks and discouraging words. Your idea of fun was so different from the other beings your age, the older ones would belittle you and tell you backhanded compliments that you caught onto too quickly.

They rejected you when you were nothing but a new doll, and they continued to ignore you when you got older. 

But after a while you ignored their ignorance, you grew up. It was all the same things, said over and over again. Your skin toughened up when it came to your Yokai environment, if only they saw what you saw, maybe then they’d understand. You always saw it as: Their brains aren’t as big as mine. Of course, you’d never tell them that.

But to the others, you’re already exceptionally rare as it is, a male Zashiki Warashi? There’s only a pinchful of those every generation! So to see that you’d waste your talent, time, and good looks on the simpleminded humans? It was laughable to the rest, but you always defended your interests and hobbies, but it always resulted with you being outnumbered..

But it seems like this was the final straw for the fat jolly man..

This time you had gotten in trouble for unlocking a form that no other Zashiki Warashi has transformed into before. A human form. Or at the very least, a form that could blend in with the human crowd. And the Gods found out faster than you anticipated, you swore you’d get at least three days of exploration! They found out that night.

Regardless of what you thought, you received another yelling session from your boss, the loved and revered Daikokuten, a name prayed to in almost all homes for the chance of fortune and to avoid disaster. But this time, he seemed more enraged than before, he was waving his mallet with much more ferocity, you even had to step back because he swung it directly at you.

“You insolent child! It’s been years and you still don’t know when to stop, don’t you?! You go as far as test your ghostly body to see if it’ll be anything more? Now you’ve done it! You’ve mutilated your body into something disgusting, repulsive, corrupted- and for what?! To play with humans?!” His voice boomed off the walls, and for the first time in a long time, you felt genuine fear.

You’ve forgotten that as much as you were pushing his good graces, he was still a God, and a powerful one at that. Your eyes widened, your porcelain body shuddered as the ground shook beneath your feet. Your cheeks burned at the shame he made you feel. His words cut deep. To say you mutilated your body. It wasn’t mutilation.

You chanted that in your head, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Your previous pride and excitement at your discovery was washed away, overwhelmed with mortification, you felt your hollow body grow cold. You then noticed that despite your ears ringing, the yelling had stopped. You look up.

You don’t know what you were expecting, but the heavy God sat there, on his hay barrels, catching his breath from yelling. He raised his magic wooden hammer, you felt your doll eyes strain from how wide you were opening them.

“I have had enough of entertaining your fantasies. Maybe a change of location and a burning of your journals ought to do it. Come back when you’ve learned your lesson.” Something heavy inside you dropped to your stomach.

The mallet in his wrist swung with such animosity and force you haven’t seen before, he hit the hay barrel on his left, and suddenly, light consumed you.

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CN: Drug use, recreational drugs, probably completely inaccurate military rules, nsfw, mdni, you know it...

So, even being who they are, all members of the TF 1-4-1 are prohibited from doing drugs (other than alcohol and cigarettes, which is another discussion about why not all rules make sense). Given the nature of their missions they rarely even get drunk, never quite able to fully relax. But you can. You don't go on missions, you only fight with paperwork. Mostly theirs, since they seem to be punctual with everything except reports and forms. You suspect they do it on purpose, just to give you a reason to hunt them down and make them write that stuff.

So you deserve a little smoke on the bench behind your civilian house after a long day, right? You never mentioned it, but you forgot to do the laundry and had to wear the same shirt twice and as you pass Ghost in the corridor. He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer, and takes a deep breath along your collar.

"Since when do you smoke weed?" Voice rough as usual but you notice something in his eyes, curiosity? Disappointed?

"Every now and then. Not illegal for me." You get defensive and he knows he found a wound. But he doesn't want to let it go, an idea already in his head.

"not saying it is, just curious. Didn't seem the type." Testing where your pain comes from. Stereotypes didn't come from nothing and you don't often share about your past. But he has to admit that he likes that earthy sweetness on you.

You are still standing so close, you know he must have picked up your flushed face and quickened breath. He radiates heat like a big cat, even through his glove you can feel it on your wrist. Not uncomfortable.

"What type? Hippie loser who doesn't get shit done and wants to be high all day?" That came out harsher than you expected. You hated how people would treat you differently, as if you were a completely different person, once they knew a tiny bit about your private life.

"Negative. Stressed type. Type who has pain tha' wont go away with aspirin and water."

His answer was honest and raw and you felt your walls crumble. "No, it's not... I don't have trauma, well not like that, I just. It helps me relax. It's fun. A nice little break from my own thoughts. Look, all I do is sit behind my house, smoke a bit and let myself just feel. Maybe I put on my headphones and dance to the music. Then I have a restful night and come back in the morning to make you fill out your mandatory leave, because you too need a break sometimes. And if you don't choose when, then I will decide for all of you. Understood?"

Ghost's eyes crinkle from his smirk and he finally lets you go. "Yes ma'am."

"Good. I'm going to inform Captain Price and expect your papers on my desk tomorrow morning." You turned and continued towards the captain's office, to give him the same speech.

Ghost heads in the opposite direction, looking for Gaz and Soap. His plan needs more charm than he can muster and also some backup when they tell Price. Old man might be a bit more conservative about certain things.

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Not quite sure where this is going, let me know if you want more.

[jebunkle]

sighhhhh if thats what you want rn alr i'll req u

can ya do 1x1x1x1 x reader who is like castorise (yes both hsr and forsaken mentioned)

death's accomplice

ty for the request anon, gn!reader, castorice!reader, very small use of y/n, betrayed 1x4 because her design makes me nut. 1x4 uses he/she/they, killer!reader, super poorly paced sorry lol, OOC PROBABLY I HAVENT READ MUCH LORE and really weird format... this was gonna be a oneshot but it weirdly developed into hcs format so dont come for me. ......or do😳

in short;; how would 1x1x1x1 be with a castorice-like reader? 680 wc

for some context, castorice is a soft-spoken honkai: star rail character who is the demigod of death. she wields a large scythe, and anything she touches crumbles within seconds.

— with such cryptic powers, every killer is of course extremely intrigued by you, thinking that you were some op hacker that the spectre recruited. everything you touch begins to glitch out of existence, even the studs that you run your hands along deteriorate within seconds; of these nosey killers, 1x1x1x1 especially was abundantly curious about you.

— the first time you appeared, they were confused by the fact that neither him nor his fellow killers spawned onto the map for another round. it was when you emerged from the darkness that it clicked to 1x1x1x1, there was a new killer. it was weird; there hadn't been any new killer in what felt like forever, so they decided to actually pay attention to you and your abilities.

— you began the round disoriented, glossing over your surroundings with utter confusion. as you looked up, there was a large timer in the sky with an objective underneath it. the goal was rather morbid, but you were no stranger to unwholesome behavior. your footsteps were hushed by the grass as you walked throughout planet voss, eyes darting at every sound.

— 1x1x1x1 had eyes all over you, analyzing your every move. the large scythe rested in your dominant hand was intriguing, was that all you needed to win? surely brute force wasn't the only thing you had up your sleeve. she expected something more flashy from the newest recruit.

— he swore he looked away for a single moment, glanced back, and suddenly there was two motionless corpses behind you. what was even more odd was that the sides of their torsos seemed to be.. fading? burning? the bodies' flesh and clothing began withering away, disintegrating into the calm wind.

— she didn't know whether he underestimated you or overestimated you, considering their options while their eyes were locked onto you. amidst his internal puzzle, 1x1x1x1 realized there was another victim withering into nothing in front of you, face contorted in horror as they held up a fading hand.

— well, safe to say he was impressed, and it's also safe to say that you were not finished yet.

— you were never a bloodthirsty person, but when push comes to shove, you do what your told. your voice is hardly ever raised with anger, your deadly hands always interlaced to avoid contact with others. you never thought about it until this moment how much power you held. this was certainly your first.. "spree".

— when the round finished, after your victory and being the crowned winner of course, you were teleported to a cabin. you seemed even more lost than when you first arrived, showing zero signs of the y/n that was seemingly filled with carnage the previous round. the first to approach poor, perplexed you was a tall, dark yet vibrant figure with white flowing hair.

— "what've we got here?" a low voice echoed from a few feet in front of you. your head tilted with confusion before piping up, "what? what is this whole.. place?" you motioned around you, twirling around to emphasize your question.

— "surely i thought you'd be much less complicit with the arbitrary objective, but i'm certainly surprised." their voice was a bit quieter, as if they were trying to hush his words and avoid eavesdropping. "i do as i'm told. even if it's.. that absurd. i just massacred eight people." your voice heightened with a bit of concern, eyebrows pinching together as you spoke.

— your words were briefly cut off with a gruff laugh, resonating from the person in front of you. you paused and waited for them to stop mocking you, "don't act all virtuous to me, i know what i saw." you looked a slight bit frustrated, looking past him and glancing around the rest of the cabin. "so, you.." you began before pausing, spotting two other figures past her. one was very bright red, hardly human, and another was rather bulky with seizure inducing defects scattered across their body.

— "you all, reside here?" you corrected yourself and glared back up at them. "us, now." she replied with a smug tone.

umm i'm definitely rusty at writing, but i did like this prompt! writing some established relationship hcs for 1x4 and reader would be fun :p lmk if yall want a pt2