#ray choi x reader

[k0kichiimagines]

[look at her. i would die for her, i would kill for her. either way... what bliss.]

ray

Oh, he'd promised to visit you in the afternoon. Early enough for the day to still hold hours left of sunlight, but late enough that by the ending of your time together he could walk you back to your room in the evening sunset, let you be covered with the orange and red hues of the sky itself. But he couldn't resist, not when he had time spare - and you'd told him it was fine for him to visit any time, hadn't you? So... you would find this okay, right?

He watches your sleeping frame, the steady rise and fall of your chest under the soft silk pijamas he'd picked out specially for you, the lace suited you perfectly in his eyes. He leaned down to pull the floral bed sheets higher up on you, tucking you comfortably under them to ensure your warmth. He paused there, his hand slowly making it's way up to your cheek and brushing against your soft skin. For a second he regretted wearing gloves, his heart aching to feel your skin more clearly under his fingers. His head lowered to a breath away from your face.

"I would do anything for you, my prince/ss." And he would- truly anything. He'd never made such a declaration from his own choice, even he had to admit the Saviour had enforced his loyalty. But you didn't. You never did. You only treated him with soft kindness, never expecting a word in reply, loving him for the sake of loving him - and what sweet bliss it was to be so treasured by the one you treasure the most. And how dangerous it was, the idea that you held almost total control over him, a word from you and he'd obey without question - yet he never feared your innocent requests the way he did Ri- the saviours.

He allowed himself the soft satisfaction of pressing a kiss against your face, brushing your hair out of the way beforehand and holding his lips there for a second longer then he intended to. He drew back to catch your subconscious smile at his movements, and he felt himself smile in return without meaning to.

He should go. Rest for an hour and finish his work before your meeting. he should pull himself away from your peaceful expression and his mind filled with thoughts of you. But... it was Valentine's day, she'd understand if he stayed with you a little longer, wouldn't she?

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — BEING VULNERABLE WITH YOU.

#. synopsis! — how they show their trust .

#. characters! — jumin, zen (hyun), yoosung, saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — slight angst.

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — come join my discord server? it's newly opened with a fantasy bakery theme! we have emojis from genshin impact, honkai star rail, sanrio, overwatch, pokemon, mystic messenger, and more! a collection of funny stickers, channels to promote yourself, meet new friends, share your writing/art, + lots more! plus, our staff is very chill and friendly! we'd love to see you there! <;33

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who never really thought himself to be the romantic type, but loses himself so easily in his relationship with you that he’d do anything imaginable just to see you smile for him. This sophisticated, pressed-suit wearing, stone-faced man who just crumbles when it comes to you, —who once thought love was some sick ruse made to rope people in and keep them hostage to their feelings, suddenly realizing that this rush is marvelous, and he can’t quite clearly remember a time before his heart seemed to beat for you. This man who swore he’d never love someone enough to put aside everything else on his mind and just live in the moment who sheds that dry cleaned business attire at the end of every workday and lets himself come undone for you. His walls come down and he welcomes you inside, and for once, he’s not scared of what will happen when you see the parts of him that perhaps aren’t as pretty as others. He lets you see the beautiful mess he’s made of himself over the years, and it’s then that he begins to pick up all these tattered pieces, finally preparing to put himself back together again. And recognizing you’ll help him do so is the sweetest comfort he’s ever known.

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who stops pretending to be perfect over time and lets you see him in all the stages of healing. This man who often shields himself from the world, hiding behind a mask of narcissistic confidence, who finally lets his imperfections seep through to the surface and breathes another sigh of relief every single time you stay in the aftermath. He lets you in on the insecurities that lap at his ankles much more often than he'd ever had liked to have admitted before. He lets you hold him when he shatters instead of pushing you away, —dulls all his rigid edges to feel your warmth surround him, as if lowering all his defenses for the very first time. The world can be a cruel place to those that have made mistakes, but Hyun feels like he's finally found someone who can look at him for more than just the pretty, well-kempt face he maintains for the public. There's no sense of shame he feels the need to drown in when you let him fall apart in your arms. There's no crushing feeling of disappointment or suffocating feeling of disdain. He's more human than he fears he's ever been when your thumbs wipe the tears from beneath his eyes and you whisper to him that everything will be okay.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who learns over time how to not let things fester until they’ve built up so much he can’t keep them in any longer. For all he is and might not ever be, he’s come to realize that it’s okay to express his emotions before they reach a boiling point. He comes to you at the onset of upsetedness, —allows himself to feel frustrated without stuffing it down and pretending the problem doesn’t exist until it explodes. He finds that it’s so much easier to be earnest when you never talk down to him or make him feel like he’s any less of a person in your eyes because of it. Sometimes he needs advice, and other times, he just needs someone to talk to. No matter the case, he seeks you out before anyone else, knowing that you care enough about him to value his thoughts and opinions without qualifiers or regulations. He holds grudges sometimes that aren’t good for his own sake, and being shut down when he tries to address them only adds fuel to the fire. Having someone who truly listens and tells him that it’s okay to feel the way he does goes such a long way, —perhaps longer than you’ll ever know.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who lets himself be honest eventually, —who lets himself chip away and then lets you smooth him over. He’s done a lot of things he’s not proud of, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as what he knows he has to do going forward, and the last thing he really wants is to be coddled out of pity. He just wants to be heard, no sympathy necessary, no fawning over the way he sheds the skin he used to wear when he felt like happiness was millions of miles away. He just wants to be listened to. To Saeyoung, it’s the ultimate show of trust to admit to all the things he regrets, let them spill out like word vomit and not have to worry about the consequences. He doesn’t need you to understand, and knows you likely can’t given the specifics of his life’s course thus far, but knowing that you’re keen on carrying the burden with him is such an insurmountable feeling of relief. Finally, someone knows every grimy little corner of his soul and they still love him, still hold him, still want him. . . There’s nothing quite like it.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran, who lets little things slip as time goes on, —stares a little longer when he passes twin popsicles in grocery stores because he knows you won’t ask why. As much as he likes to pretend that he can fix things by pretending they never hurt him in the first place, there are always scars that linger just below the surface, ready to burst at the first sight of mint-colored liquids or at the first sound of deceptively sweet voices offering commands from the shadows. He carries a lot around with him wherever he goes, and just loving him until the sun dies isn’t a cure-all. You can’t turn back time and shield him from all the things in his life that have left him feeling like a shattered stain glass window. All the love in the world can’t fix the past. But there’s nothing that means more to him than knowing he can lean on you, —even if he doesn’t always do it. There’s such a sweet comfort in knowing he can turn to you when he feels like he’s drowning. And if sometimes that manifests only in letting himself shed a few tears while he eats an ice cream cone outside next to you in the sunshine, then so be it.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun, who talks about it all a little at a time, —about the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful; because it wasn’t always bad. There were times before you came in which he’d been so in love that he’d have done anything to stay exactly where he was, to freeze those moments up and keep them in a capsule that could never be shaken. And it’s important for Jihyun to tell you about those things every now and again, to let you in and reminisce on the way he’d once been so sure of it all, so ready to settle down and stay exactly where he was. But it’s equally as important for him to bare the remnants of the betrayal for you to kiss, and hold, and make peace with. He likes to think you understand him better in the wake of it, —that you’ve seen him in a new light every time he sits with you and tells you of the loss, the desire, the yearning, and all the ways he wishes things could have been different for everyone. In the end, he’s here, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

[sadability]

Did you get mysterious messages? ~🎵

MYSTIC MESSENGER MUSIC HEADCANONS :D (RFA + V, Rika, Vanderwood)

Jihyun / V

I think V would love Mitski. Just imagining him painting while my love, mine All mine plays in the background is so sweet. I also think he'd like cavetown, clario, Adrianne Lenker, Liane Flores and Tears For Fears. He often listens to it as background noise when painting or photographing but I also believe he'd practice singing using certain songs (and maybe sing you to sleep HSHSHS)

Jumin

Jumin gives me trouble because I feel like he listens to music for lyrics or lack thereof rather than sound. He listens to blues, jazz, classical and maybe a soft rock love song here and there. If he listens to a song with lyrics, he'll study them. He doesn't really listen to music often but when he does, it's often used as background noise rather than him genuinely indulging.

707 / Saeyoung / Luciel

I think he'd listen to mostly everything but especially synth wave, pop, new wave, rap, noise and glam rock for some reason. I could see him vibing to Depeche Mode one moment and then Fetty Wap the next. He would definitely unironically listen to wannabe by the spice girls LMAO. Also probably really likes tv show intros like iCarly theme or something. AND DISCO!! Seven dancing to bee gees when!?!?

Yoosung

To get rid of the obvious he'd listen to video game osts, pixel (I think that's what the genre is called?) and probably, here me out, pop punk. Or like Falling in Reverse. I think his favourite band would be the All American Rejects but I can also see him liking old demi lavato or Camilla cabello. Both basic white girl music and then randomly pop punk mixed in. As for gaming soundtracks I think he'd really like the undertale ost and probably listens to music through gacha life amv 😔

Zen / Hyun

I FEEL LIKE HIS MUSIC TASTE WAS EXPLICITLY STATED BUT I DONT REMEMBER RAHH okay okay uhm- !! I can totally see him listening to Whitney Houston, Abba, The Cardigans, The Beatles etc for some reason but also he'd feel self conscious that his music taste is too "old" so he would throw in shit like Kendrick Lamar and Future to spice things up and he would never ever admit that his favourite song is Angeleyes by Abba.

Jaehee

Bubblegum Pop, Indie and Doo Wop!!! Mitski, Girl In Red, Kinneret, Princess Chelsea, The Chordettes and The Supremes are frequents of Jaehee's playlist! She only really listens to music on the plane or in the office though. It helps her relax and take her mind off the stress for a bit. I can imagine her learning piano and playing songs like Johnny Angel or Mr Sandman in her free time.

Rika

Rika likes Melanie Martinez and i refuse to argue. She would probably relate really hard to some of her music and overall loves the way it sounds. Can also see her liking Penelope Scott. On the other hand, i see her liking classical or just soft piano music. Color me Blue by Akane would also be a song i can see her liking.

Vanderwood

Metal, Glam Rock, Glam Metal, Dad Rock, 80s rock just. Yeah. You get the point. Metallica, Journey, Mötley Crüe, Guns n Roses, Van Halen, Cinderella, Def Leppord and Dokken !! His favourite bands. Just classic 80s/90s rock for ya. Absolutely goes to their concerts religiously. Probably plays electric guitar as well..he could perform his own concert tbf

[natasha-in-space]

VAE Ray is on my mind today. Like if we take the classic 'V route but in love with Ray' road, you cannot tell me that that boy did not think of you almost every single day during the two years he has spent away on his painful recovery. There is so much left unsaid between the two of you: so much guilt, so much hurt and so many regrets plaguing his head every time he sees something that reminds him of you. And, God, does that include a lot of things.

He goes outside and one look at the clouds brings back a memory of those short but meaningful talks he shared with you about the most simple of things. He remains indoors, and after taking a sip of the herbal tea that Jihyun made for him, he is immediately transported back to a peaceful tea party he set up for you. He stares at his hands, and he can't help but think back on how heavenly your touch felt against them. And how much he regrets wearing those pesky gloves at the time, never giving him the chance to feel your skin on his.

You're like a ghost that watches over his every step. It's often painful. Like a constant reminder of all that could have been if he didn't ruin every chance at his happiness with you. Sometimes it gets a little too hard on him, and Saeran takes over. But sometimes it's comforting. Like a warm hug, keeping him secure when all else falls apart.

He refuses to let you go.

So when he does meet you again, it's like a fragile fantasy that is far too idealistic for it to be true. Ray had no expectation that his brother would remember him. No matter what Jihyun has told him over those two years, he couldn't bring himself to believe that Saeyoung truly wanted him in his life to be the burden that he truly is. So when he gets crushed into a tight, desperate hug that is a bit too painful for his scarred body, his twin's whole body shaking, wracked with sobs Ray's ears can't quite register fully due to how unbelievable it all is... He's almost in a trance-like stare. Hearing Saeyoung's voice telling him to never leave again as he holds him so tight, it's like he's afraid he'll disappear into thin air once he lets go...

None of it was what Ray or Saeran had expected.

And then there's you. Your reunion with Ray will definitely be an emotional event for both of you. Ray was sure that, at best, you had forgotten all about him and lived on a happy and safe life. A life that you deserve. And at worst, that you hated him, and cursed him for hurting you the way that he did.

But instead, you are so unbelievably happy to see him. So happy that you are crying for him. Much like Saeyoung is.

The two people he had the worst fear of facing again were accepting of him and shedding tears for him in a way he had never even imagined.

So he also breaks down. And the three of you probably spend a lot of time crying into each other's arms as two years of grief, heartbreak, and recovery wash over you all at once.

After that, things don't immediately turn perfect. There are still many things that need to be said. You and Ray will have many conversations with each other, taking breaks to process it all piece and piece and not overwhelm one another. About what happened those two years ago. About what happened after that. About your feelings for each other. And about Saeran, too.

It's a process that takes time. But the fact that you're willing and even wanting to go through that process with him is enough to cause Ray to shed tears more than he could count.

The beginning is small, very small. Brief brushing of his fingers against yours while you are sitting together in the shade of a large tree in Saeyoung's backyard. The lightest of touches you give to his scars after he allows it. A hand resting on his shoulder gently as he talks about something heavy to let him know you're there for him.

Every touch leaves his entire body shaking, his breath stuttering in his throat, forcing him to let out the faintest of gasps. The first time it happened, he got very ashamed and apologized profusely to you, as he thought he acted like a complete creep and made you uncomfortable. Ray knows he's touch-starved, and that he's touch-starved for your touch specifically. But he doesn't think it's something worth dealing with, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. Not any more than he already is. A thought process that he will need to work on one step at a time.

You let him know that it's okay, though. That you don't mind. That it's your own desire to touch him.

After that, you begin to take his hands into yours. The first time it occurs, your hand jist clasps around his lightly. Then you interlock your fingers together, once he's okay with that. And then he feels safe enough to do that to you, too.

Holding hands with you is something Ray loves with all his heart. No gloves are getting in the way now. He can feel your skin directly on his with no barriers. It's a wordless 'I got you' that he finds himself getting more and more greedy for, the longer you indulge his cravings for human warmth.

His scars are not bothersome to you. If he doesn't want to, you don't force him to talk about them. And you're always quick to let him know how beautiful he is to you whenever he feels insecure about them. Even if he has a hard time believing that.

You're far too good for him, is what Ray finds himself thinking time and time again. But at some point, he comes to the realization that he is too selfish to let you go again. And then Saeran joins in on that line of thinking after his own long journey with you. So he doesn't let you go again.

And that's when everything changes.

Ray can be clingy with you if you let him. He desires to hold your hand inside the house, regardless of whether it's just a walk to the balcony or kitchen. He will rest against you whenever you are resting, reading a book, or indulging in your hobby. You don't need to talk to each other. He just silently sinks against you and sighs softly, letting your presence wash away all other thoughts floating in his mind. While asleep, he clings to you, almost as if his subconsciousness is terrified of you disappearing again. He fiddles with your clothes, with your fingers, or with your hair whenever you are talking to someone, and he's there with you. It calms him. Keeps him steady.

There is an undeniable bittersweetness to Ray's clinginess. GE Saeran's touchiness stems from his heart's pure affection towards you, but VAE Ray neecs to constantly remind himself that you're there. That he can touch you. That you are not going anywhere. And that you have no hatred towards him.

But it can also be sweet. Like whenever you help him take care of his burns, or you ease him into a warm, soothing bath you've prepared just for him. Ray may be anxious. But you are always eager to show him how much you genuinely care for him. How much you enjoy touching him in the way he has always wanted to be touched by you. To allow him to unwind with you. Close his eyes and let you take care of him with no judgement.

Your relationship with VAE Ray described in one word would be: peace. It's peace after the long, heavy storm you had to endure to get to this point. And it's peace that you will cherish for as long as life allows you.

[rayroseu]

i did these sketches a long time ago of what i would drew if i was stuck at mint eye💥

obviously all of them are about the pretty flower prince, happiest birthday to you, saeran and saeyoung choi 💕‼️

since 2018 player here and my adoration for him still lives 🥺✨ lets spend another four seasons this year again 🥰💖

[issacballsac]

Wishes to Unknown

Unknown/Saeran Choi

Male Reader

Joining the RFA had been nothing short of a fever dream to you

To anyone with an ounce of sanity even

So the <<Hi!>> of the very person responsible for your forceful recruitment into this organisation wasn’t exactly welcomed

<<Long time no see. We chatted before, remember?>>

With reluctant annoyance you did the very thing that got you in trouble at the start, responding.

<<Yep, what exactly are you messaging me for now?>>

<<Thanks to your help back then, I could preform my task without trouble.>>

<<Glad I could help🫂; you wouldn’t happen to be telling me what said task is/was?>>

<<Anyways. I told you I’m studying abroad, remember? But if you don’t it can’t be helped.>>

<<Yes I understand but why should I care about any of this?>>

<<Well—um…I’ll be back in Korea today. Remember I told you I’ll make it up to you if you help me? :)>>

<<So…>>

<<I’m not sure if I’m liking where this is going..>>

<<Do you have time today? Why don’t you join me to see the sky tonight? I have what I like to call a haven of sorts where I come whenever I visit Korea.>>

<<I’d love to go there with you.>>

<<Honestly, today is my birthday and you’re the only one who could properly congratulate it for me.>>

<<I promise you won’t regret it.>>

<<You have such a way with words—I almost forgot what happened last time you invited me to a mysterious location.>>

<<Look—>>

<<If you come to me. I’ll make it a VERY pleasant day for you. I even made you a crown with red roses. :)>>

<<Still not convinced dude. Bc if I get added to another group chat after this I will delete this app.>>

<<Okay ok; I’ll bring ice cream, Yk with summer it’s getting hot. We can also watch popular films? I’ll get everything ready I promise.>>

<<Youll join me, won’t you? I’ll be waiting for you.>>

UNKNOWN has left the chatroom

Every instinct in your body spiritual and physical told you not to go to the location sent to your phone.

BUT

Curiosity couldn’t kill the cat twice, could it?

Simply walking out of the apartment with your current attire as the event wasn’t that special to you; you began your search of the park.

The park was sparsely populated from the locator position the greatly mysterious UNKNOWN had graciously granted you

None matched the original picture he sent all those weeks ago

“Brown hair, green eyes. Brown hair, green eyes. Brown hair and green eyes.” You repeated as if it were a mantra looking over the same groups of people.

���Looking for me, my prince?”

“Indeed I was my dearest catfish. That’s obviously not you in the pictures.”

Almost unbothered by the comment he maintained eye contact, “Yes, well my identity is somewhat of a secret. Please try to understand, I can’t simply go throwing my image everywhere.”

“Sure sure. Anyways, happy birthday…Unknown? Got a name I can call you?”

“I’m a bit reluctant to say—no, it should be fine. Call me..”

“Shall I call you my stalking prince?”

His eyebrows furrowed towards his eyes, “If you’ll let me finish.”

“Yeah yeah, go ahead.”

Firmly clearing his throat, “It’s Saeran. But don’t go yelling it everywhere and definitely not to the RFA.”

“I won’t, I promise. But I really like your name, it’s nice to actually learn something about you.”

“Well you already know a lot. I’m not the guy from the photo, I hacked your phone on certain occasions, I like ice cream, and now you even know my name.”

“Yes we could almost get married with how much I know about you.”

“Though you are beautiful if you don’t mind the compliment. You’re not such a weirdo either, even if you did trick me into joining a strange charity.”

“Yes you make me sound SO amazing and dreamy.”

Taking a bite from out of his ice cream cone, “Yes, because you are, and I am totally not speaking out of my ass when I say this.”

“Enough of the chatting, I was promise a nice a pleasant day, so, show the way.”

Snickering slightly, Saeran stopped himself from reaching for you hand and opted for a follow-the-leader route.

On a secluded hill, a blanket lay bare with a singular unbranded laptop at the centre. A brown woven basket sat not far from the main attraction.

“Birthday picnic?”

He sat down calmly on the blanket. Lightly yet rapidly clicking on the keys of the keyboard.

The soft white light beamed against his already pale face, “Any suggestions for a movie?”

“I thought we were starting gazing.”

He quirked a brow at your remark.

“The constellation I want to see isn’t out yet. In the meantime won’t you accompany me?”

A small rotation of movies was shown before you both ultimately decided to just wait.

“Sae look! Isn’t that the constellation you wanted to see?”

His eyes snapped up as the stars aligned perfectly. A small smile was rapidly tugging at his face. “Sae?”

“A—sorry, it was just shorter.”

“I don’t mind it.”

Readjusting yourself on the mat, you took another spoonful of the mass amount of mint ice cream your newly acquired partner brought.

“Hey, so do you like—wish on the constellations? Or is it just the individual stars?”

“I’d call you stupid, but, I don’t know myself.”

“Here. I’ll wish you another happy birthday for each one of the stars in the constellation.”

“That’s a lot of stars you know?”

“I have all night and tomorrow morning.”

An actual laugh escaped from him, a laugh that had been held in for years it seemed. A pure and genuine expression.

“You know…there are better ice cream flavours than mint.”

“Don’t ruin my birthday. Please.”

This was based off of his 2019 birthday event

@viernane

[mochiimiiki]

| Saeran Choi Headcanons |

{GE Saeran x mc}

Warnings: spoilers for Saeran/ Ray route and after ending, sevens real name, some parts slightly suggestive (will be marker) so feel free to ignore those bits

A/N: the amount of pain and angst this man specifically has gone through is unbearable, out of all of the RFA members him and seven had it worst (my opinion). Anyways some happy hc because i think he deserves to be happy

- - -

After everything was resolved between Saeran and Saeyoung (which mind you took a while) the three of you decided to move and leave behind Saeyoung’s bunker, a place you had called home for the last six months

the reason for this choice was quite simple; a reminder of what was.

the twins didn’t need a reminder of everything that had happened over the course of time anymore than they needed the unpleasant memories. So they left.

The house which saeran and you moved to is a beautiful cottage, with a small farm attached. Saeran spends most of his days attending to the livestock and garden he grows, don’t worry though he definitely doesn’t neglect you (whether saeyoung came or not is up to you)

Saeran spends his days down in the dirt, very literally. As he’s all hands and knees and very much determined the best plants are grown from intense love and care

other than gardening and farming Saeran’s other past times are reading. He doesn’t have a particularly favourite genre but loves a good book with a happy ending. He reads all the books he can possibly get his hands on, very much including children books and fantasy novels. He was deprived of imagination when he was small so now he allows himself to indulge in it as he’s free to do

Saeran spends as much time with Saeyoung as he does his garden. This is mostly because Saeyoung is always around helping out on the farm, trying after years of being seperated to bond with his brother. Saeran deeply appreciates Saeyoung doing this as he knows being outside is something out of a comfort zone for Saeyoung (with unpleasant memories still always fresh Saeyoung feels safest behind a desk and screen).

Saeran is actually afraid of the dark so hopefully you don’t mind but he keeps a little nightlight by his bed side, it’s actually a cat and can change all sort of colours. It was invented by Saeyoung no doubt. Saeran treasures it with his whole heart.

Everytime you and Saeran go shopping he always collects a little toy, his inner child never had so much as a teddy bear so when he sees something he likes he gets it. Of course he asks you if he even should or if that’s silly, but naturally you insist that it’ll help heal his inner child.

Everytime Saeran sees you he gives you a kiss. On the forehead, cheek, neck, shoulder or lips it really doesn’t matter. He feels like giving you a kiss each time you see one another. It grounds him, reminds him that even though he has nightmares this, with you, is real.

Which means he ends up kissing you very often; you’re watching tv and he comes in from the garden. A kiss. You’re making dinner together and you go to the toilet, come back, a kiss. it doesn’t matter how much time apart you’ve spent. He just has to give you a kiss.

Now as mentioned before he does get nightmares and unfortunately they’re quite often, gently shake him awake if you hear him crying out in his sleep and murmur that it’ll be okay. He’ll hold you without saying anything until he drifts off again. Over time they fade away as he heals.

{suggestive} each time the two of you make love, and yes it’s 100% love making, saeran makes it his duty to tend to you. Running a soft, warm cloth over your body as you come down from your high. fixing your sweaty hair out of your face before heading off to fetch you some water and maybe a snack if you’re hungry. He treasures you and shows you that every way possible.

ofc u should give him aftercare everyone once in awhile (after you do he’ll not stop kissing ur face <3)

Saeran is a very tactile person. He went so long without physical touch that now he has yours he won’t let it go, ever. Has a hand on you, hovering about you or grabbing you every time he’s around. It’s probably another form of grounding for him, especially in crowded places where he feels very out of place and anxious.

Saeran 100% has hands on you everytime you kiss as well. and i mean everytime.

Work wise neither you nor saeran probably need to work as saeyoung has a lot of money and sold multiple cars to give saeran money. (he confirms at one point the gathering of cars was for his family)

However, Saeran never got to experience normal work and pay and so he does in fact work for awhile. He stays on with Jumin even after Jumin got elected and worked as part of a security team for a few months. But when you guys moved to the cottage/ farm he quit his job to focus on his life with you and Saeyoung. He just wanted a little bit of normalcy to feel complete.

One thing that doesn’t sit right with him no matter how much time has gone by is being out and about in a normal shop with normal people. It just never feels quite normal. He will of course insist on coming with you anytime you want to go shopping but other than that he doesn’t express any interest in exploring things like the cinema or public pools. Public places with so many people make him uncomfortable, especially with the way he’s recognised now because of the debacle with his dad.

His sanctuary is being in your arms, chatting with Saeyoung and your little farm together. (farmer Saeran brainrot)

Saeran devotes everything he has to you, that fact does not change no matter how much time passes. Every choice he makes is with you in mind, despite the fact you trying to dissuade him in order for him to form his own choices. But they are still his own decisions that he was free to make, he didn’t decide these things because he felt indebted to you but rather because he simply adores you and that was what he wanted to do to show you.

[lexsssu]

Phone Sex (Choi Saeran | Unknown | Ray)

TAGS: Saeran/F!reader, phone sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

Saeran was familiar with using technology to his advantage, what with his brief stint at Mint Eye and the years he’d spent learning its ins and outs. Though he’d long put his past behind him and finally pursued what he truly loved, he never forgot the skills he’d honed during that dark time in his life.

That is why the last thing he expected was for technology to be used against him...and by YOU of all people.

His sweet, soft, adorable little flower princess who could do no harm.

“...ran’s cock...I want it...my fingers are never enough anymore…!”

The redhead swallows the lump that has formed in his throat as he hears your heavenly voice through his phone. Your voice is whiny as small moans slipped from your lips frequently, the sultry sounds sending blood straight down his cock that poked against the front of his pants.

“...miss you, honey...can’t wait to have you fucking me open and filling me up with your cum again~”

Shit.

The former hacker cursed internally, knuckles turning white at the grip he had on his phone while his other hand struggled to remove his bottoms as soon as possible. His length is bright red at the tip, a bead of precum oozing from the slit and he hisses as he grasps it, feeling how hard and hot it was in his hand.

He can’t wait to pamper you once he gets home from his business trip.

“Princess~ Won’t you be a good girl for me tonight?”

[marshmallowprotection]

Trifolium

Pairing: Ray/Reader Description: Ray never suspected you could be dealing with excruciating pain under his watchful eyes, but as it turned out, it was possible. He won't let you suffer in silence if he can help it. Word Count: 4209 [Read on AO3]

TW: Emetophobia

Ray nearly dropped everything in his hands the minute he saw you in a crumpled mess on your bedroom floor. You had your face in your hands, one hand holding your mouth and the other clenching the sweater he picked out for you. He hated the sight of you, dazed and lost, but he knew there was nothing he could do for you to remove the pain.

"My flower," he strained, voice panicked with agony, unable to do anything but rush over to your side. "What's wrong?"

Regardless of his inability to save you from the same miserable feeling he suffered, he didn't want to leave you alone. The work he needed to do could wait for him to pick it back up. You could never be left alone in that state. He would be beside himself with fear if he left you like that. 

There was no point in doing his job if you didn't have a single ounce of strength to do yours. If push came to shove, he would tell his Savior you'd fallen ill and they couldn't afford to lose the hard work that brought you here in the first place. Even if he was punished for it, he had no other choice. It would be worth it to ensure your good health. Your health was important. It was just as important as your happiness. 

He wanted—

He wanted to do so much more for you and your happiness with the key to Heaven in his hands, but how in the world could he make that happen if you caught a virus while under his watchful eyes? How could he let something like that happen? He thought he had been watching you like a hawk for any risks and concerns, but if something like that slipped out from underneath him, he wasn’t as good as he thought he was. Ray knew there would be a possibility that he would miss something important but he never thought it would be like this. 

He was a failure!

The Savior—

She couldn't scold him for trying his best to ensure your health and happiness. You were crucial to the success of the eternal party! It was impossible to have a paradise without a world of bliss for you.

She said that.

He said that.

They agreed on the subject.

There was no doubt about it.

But—if the Savior knew that you were in this condition, he thought. She would take you to her private chambers and that meant he might not ever see you again. His mind went to his worst fears as you sat in front of him, all the while holding back the painful urge to gag and spit up bile from the back of your throat. Your rosy cheeks were flushed in the worst way. It was as clear as day, you were in horrible shape. 

His fears haunted him like the wildfires that tore through the mountains in the dry winter. He would lose you to the Savior if he failed to be good enough to take care of you. What she said would turn out to be correct, after all. The Savior warned him he would never be enough. How could he think about that at a time like this, he thought. Shameful. He didn't deserve to be close to you. He didn't deserve you. He could never deserve to be close to you. He let the misery of a sickness find you under his nose! 

His hands hovered as he debated with himself about what the right thing to do was. Would he make it worse if he jostled you? Would he be able to do anything to help you feel better if he sullied your features with his insignificant touch? He couldn't bring himself to touch you, but he wanted to.

He wanted to hold you close until the pain left your eyes—

That would only make it worse. His panicked mind warned him just as soon as the urge to hold you grew more potent by the minute. Every time he got sick enough to taste stomach acid on the back of his tongue, it was too late to turn back. He would retch and gag in his hands until the sensation either left or he spent an hour over a trash can. Doing nothing but trying to empty a stomach that was already empty sans acidic flavors and melted candy. 

Even though he didn't want the memory to spring up, it had been no different when he was a kid as far as he remembered. Back then, the only thing he could do for the pain to go away was to hold his hands to his chest as that redhead did, his eyes clenched shut as he muttered prayer after prayer to some deity he didn't understand to make the horrid feeling go away. It never did go away, though.

It clung to him like a fine layer of dust and he felt the ire burning inside of him. He would beg until his throat was hoarse. Nothing stopped that horrible feeling. He had to wait until his body decided it was time to do something about it. The last thing he wanted to do was cloud his mind with every sensation you felt. How could he be any help to you if he felt as bad as you did? 

"Please, tell me what's wrong," he urged.

You wouldn't speak to him. Ray knew that wasn’t like you. You never ignored him when you felt alright. If you tried to speak up, that would only make it worse, he knew that as soon as you narrowed your eyes and buried your face in your hands, shaking your head as if to say you couldn't do it. You wanted to say something but you simply didn't want to make things worse on yourself. But without the ability to communicate what you were feeling, there was no way to know how to help you best. 

What was he supposed to do? He couldn't treat you like he treated himself. There was no way he would allow you to treat yourself in that way, either. He couldn't imagine how much misery you would be in if you ignored your pain and continued to do things you wanted to do. If you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion then it would only be worse when you finally didn't have the strength to force it anymore.

He hurriedly looked around the room, but he couldn’t find anything that would help you as fast as he wanted it to help. "I'll be right back. Don't hold it back if you can't help it. If it isn't something you can help, then it's nothing you need to worry about."

Ray couldn't watch you suffer like that. 

Reluctantly, he left your side to check the bathroom. There had to be something in there he could use, he thought. It wasn't like he gave you this room without things to ensure it could sustain itself as an adequate living quarter for you. He spent days trying to figure out what would make this room a comfortable place for you to live in. Even by the time he finished decorating everything, he still wasn't sure that he had done enough to satisfy you in the end.

He was glad he stocked the room with everything you needed, but the fact that he never accounted for the possibility you would be sick while you stayed with him like an anchor. He never planned on that. He never thought you would be miserable by his side! He spent so much time trying to create a luxurious space that he forgot about the necessities. What kind of moron was he! He told himself time and time again that he had everything to take care of you but he didn't. He didn't have everything!

What a moron.

He grabbed whatever he thought would help, pilfering the cabinets for all he could find, but that included a rag he wet for your clammy skin, a trash can, and a glass of water for when it was alright for you to bring your energy levels back up to speed. It wasn’t much but it was a lot better than nothing at all. These things wouldn't take your discomfort away but it would sustain you for the time being. That was the only thing he could do. 

By the time he came back into the room, you were worse for wear, rocking back and forth to soothe what you could, and the only seconds away from hurling. He wasn't sure if you were holding yourself back on his account or not. 

Was there information about you that he couldn't dig up? As impossible as it seemed, there was a chance that he missed information when he was doing his best to find everything that was about you. That thought kept repeating itself in his mind as he tried to force it back. He didn't want to consider that possibility if only because it meant that he wasn't deserving of somebody as perfect as you. If he didn't know everything and how to keep you safe, how could he ever deserve to be at your side?

He set the trash can in front of you to catch whatever came up if it inevitably happened, and you seemed grateful for that.

But, the misery didn't leave your face from his act of kindness.

He knew it wouldn't. You tugged your sweater off when he left the room but it seemed like it only made your condition worse. You shivered, body trembling now despite exhaustion just like he felt when his fevers grew too strong. The strangest part about it was that you had nothing to say. Even in his worst shape, he would still mutter to himself with as much energy as he could muster up. 

Even if it made him feel worse.  

Usually, he thought that when a person was sick, they would complain and do everything within their strength to beg for help but you seemed resigned. It was something he noticed whenever he interacted with believers after their cleansing ceremony. Some lashed out because they couldn't handle the aftershock of the strong medication and then some simply took it and slumped to the ground in a cold heap. Each reaction varied in its severity.

It took him a while to understand the difference had a lot to do with people's experiences. 

People who weren't used to suffering and sickness tended to cry out for help a lot more than those who were used to it. Ray was used to it. Even if he had to scream and shout because of the pain, he was numb to it. He was numb to pain until the pain increased a little more than he was used to. He would only react when it was a hundred times worse than his body was accustomed to.

The implication of your actions implied that you knew pain like the back of your hand just as he knew it as the unclear, foggy reflection in the mirror stared back at him when he was miserable. Ray never wanted you to suffer but it seemed as though you knew suffering like he did. He did everything in his power to bring you to this place because he wanted to make sure you were never hurt again. 

Yet, here you were, miserable and suffering in a place that wasn't supposed to allow such things. How successful would Paradise be if you could still suffer behind the safety of its walls? 

The only difference between your misery at that moment and those who found themselves in the basement was that he could offer you kindness and empathy as the pain burned into your veins. You didn't have to wither on the dirty ground. You didn't need to cry for anyone who would never come for you. He was there for you and regardless of how useless he felt, he was glad that he could be there for you.

"Ray," your voice cracked as soon as you tried to speak. Those words were strained and stressed as if it took every ounce of your power to say them. He winced but held back so that sound didn't make you feel bad. "Get my bag. It's—It's over—"

He followed your eyes to the other side of the room. He noted your bag on the table and he moved to pick it up, placing it in front of you so you could get whatever you needed to find. He made a mental note of the few items that were abandoned on the floor in search of what you wanted. 

You didn't come to Magenta with much, but what you did bring with you was guarded to your chest.

He didn't want to pry into your little trinkets, if you wanted the opportunity to share things with him, he had no problem with that. It would be easy for him to figure out what you had in your hands. It was all the sweeter when you decided to willingly share those things with him. That meant the world to him. More than anything, he wanted to be your friend of your own choosing. You didn't want to force you to like him. 

He wanted you to like him because you liked him. Perhaps, that was asking too much from somebody as ethereal as you, but the tiny frog prince couldn't help but wish for something more. Even at this moment when you looked feverish and dazed, he still wanted to be the most crucial person in your life. He wanted to be the only one you turned to when you needed help.

You tore through the bag and found a tiny bottle of pills, which made him raise a brow, but he knew there wasn't time to ask you why you needed to take something. He cringed as you swallowed without asking for water to take it properly. You lifted your head, very tired eyes meeting his with a knowing look, "Nausea medication. I have to take it as needed."

As needed?

Ray shook the look from his face and quietly tugged the glove from his hand to attempt to take your temperature. You were clammy and warm but not burning up. If you had to say you were dealing with anything, it was the chills. A cold sweat was much worse. It wasn't a cold nor was it the flu. That would have made you feel different. It had to be something else in your body that wasn't feeling well.

"Can I help you to bed? Is it okay if I help you up? Would it feel better or worse in a more comfortable position? Do I need to help you adjust? Does it feel better on the ground? Do you need the floor time? It's not good for you but—"

"Bed," you whispered.

He pressed his hands against your arms, doing his best to guide you upright into a better position in your bed. As soon as you returned to bed, you sat down and remained upright. He couldn't blame you for that, though. The bile would always crawl back up if you didn't use gravity with you. He draped the blanket back over your legs and you breathed slowly, the tension in your brows never wavering for a second, but your hands relaxed against the sheets. 

Did you… need help with nausea?

How could he not know that about you? Did he skip over something in the countless files he located about your life and history? How could he have missed something so important? He spent hours trying to locate everything he could find in town to ensure that you would have everything you needed. He spent hours deliberating every choice because they mattered to him. They mattered to him because he knew they would matter to you in the long run. That fact was simple. 

Ray kneeled at your bedside as soon as he was sure you were as comfortable as you could be. He wasn't sure you could get any more comfortable than that. As long as he could grab what you needed at a moment's notice, that was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment. He rubbed the wet rag against your wrists, minding the area with gentle hands so as not to overwhelm your pressure points. 

Of course, he slowed down as soon as you flinched when the fabric touched your elbow. 

Ray could've never imagined you were dealing with something like this when you were alone, but more importantly, it stunned him to realize this was something you hadn't told him about. He knew there had to be a good reason why you didn't tell him about something important. What sort of reason could you have?

Why would you avoid telling him something this important about yourself? Was it because you couldn't trust him? Was it because you were afraid of telling him that you were having a hard time? Did you decide to hold your tongue when you realized that he was miserable in a similar way and you didn't want to bother him when he felt bad? 

He never wanted you to avoid or ignore him but you had a destructive pattern of leaving him alone after he mentioned that he was having a hard time and couldn't focus. Ray knew the outside world didn't deserve you. It didn't matter what you were feeling, rain or shine, you put all of your thoughts and emotions behind you to care for everyone around you first. 

You were the most stubborn person when it came to yourself and he wanted to break you off it so it would never hurt you again. He just never thought that habit of years included your physical health. Why would he? He never wanted you to feel as though there was the worst of the worst in store for you here. He wanted you to have nothing but peace of mind. 

You didn't say much. However, as the minutes passed by, it seemed as though the color was returning to your face. He didn't have any complaints about it. Whatever you took seemed to be doing its job. He set the rag aside so he could better focus on you. 

Ray had countless questions for you he needed to ask, but he knew it wasn't the time to try to force everything out of you. He didn't want to make you feel any more miserable than you already were. The reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on him, though. There had been countless occasions where you did or said something that didn’t make sense. Plenty of moments where you offered advice that didn’t make sense given your education! 

Ray grabbed your hand. You felt cold to the touch. "Is this... is this why you offer tips and solutions when I tell you I'm under the weather?"

You didn't meet his eyes, nor did you stop yourself from hastily confessing whatever was on your mind as soon as you had the strength. Tears blotted your vision but refused to fall just yet. "To be honest, I'm nauseous all the time, Ray. I'm not sure I can remember what it feels like to not feel this way. Normally, I don't have super bad days like I used to when things got rough. But, I can tough it out if it does get bad. I've learned one hundred ways to make it go away but there are times when I can't. That's when a little bit of medication helps…"

How couldn't he have realized it sooner? 

Why didn't you tell me you were sick?

That miserable sob in the back of your throat didn't make him feel any better. Ray wanted... He wanted to give you the whole world, he never wanted to see you in pain that could have been comparable to his own. Why would you ever try to tough it out? You didn't deserve to feel that way!

Why would you try to tough it out when you can ask for comfort?

Were you miserable all the time? You put on a smiling face and laughed with him so many times and he never knew. Were you miserable that entire time? How could he not notice it? How could he not see what was in front of you? He knew how to hide his pain, but why did he expect that you couldn’t do the same? He was a failure. He was a failure who didn't know how to take care of you. How could he not know? How could he not ever know you needed him so much sooner?

Do you feel that way all the time?

Oh, his poor, sweet flower.

This was why you didn't belong in the outside world with the rest. You didn't belong with anybody who would ever think that you were a burden or a problem. He hated himself for not being strong enough for you to realize you could share everything with him. He should have done more work from the start, he realized.

What made you hide from him like that…? 

Was it because you were afraid to confess how sick you felt? Were you afraid that what he might think of you would change if he knew about your struggles? Nothing about you would ever be disgusting or exhausting. He didn’t mind if he had to help you when you needed him to care for you! He wanted to take care of you no matter what. He made that promise when he saw your face at the very beginning of his search. 

God, were you afraid of the same thing he was? 

Was it possible that the reason why you didn't want to say anything to him had something to do with the same insecurities he felt? Was it possible when you found yourself throwing up everything in your guts, you thought you were the most disgusting person in the world who was unworthy of love and affection? God, he never wanted you to think of yourself that way.

Inevitably, he wanted to marry you, and that came with a promise to care for somebody in sickness and health. Even if you wouldn't look at his face, he felt worse for making you feel guilty about it. You were a person who didn't want to burden yourself. He knew that about you because you had admitted it in the same breath that you realized that he was the same way.

Whatever your reasoning was, he didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to hold you close as he could until your tears subsided. 

Ray couldn't control himself. As much as he hated himself for not being good enough to take care of you and give you everything you needed, he didn't want you to feel miserable in any way. Without thinking, he wrenched himself from the ground as fast as he could and pulled you into his embrace. He needed to hold you and he needed to wash away the tears as soon as they appeared. 

"My precious flower, I wish you had told me sooner about all of this. How many nights have you spent feeling this way without someone there to help? I wish I realized sooner. I don't want you to suffer through this by yourself. When I feel horrible, you're always there for me, please let me be there for you, flower. I’m begging you. Please let me be there for you when you need me. Please let me hold you when you become upset or sick. Please, let me be the one who holds you when you want to be held. I know I'm not the strongest, nor am I the best person to care for you, but I want to be there for you all the same. Please, let me do this for you...”

Despite everything, your trembling hands clenched the back of his coat, showing what you'd wanted from the start was just an inkling of discomfort.

“I don't care if you think you're disgusting or gross, I will hold your hair for you and clean up any mess that comes with it," his painted voice spoke through a wall of shame. Even if he felt like he could never be good enough for you, he would fight to be good enough for you. “I beg you to never hide your feelings so I can be there for you. Even if I’m working, I want to do whatever I can to help. You always put everything down for me, so let me do the same for you so you don’t have to cry by your lonesome.” 

Ray would never let you treat yourself so abysmally ever again. 

"Thank you, Ray," you muttered.

He would find the confidence to be what you needed as long as you clung to him like that. 

He held you just as you wanted to be held, "I'll always be here to hold you when you ask."

[stormflypirateskin]

hi!! I just came across your account but I'm yet to read anything! I noticed you have quite a few fics and I'm thinking of saving them all up so I can binge them

anyways, can I request a fluff with ray or saeran about making flower crowns? I feel like he'd make one for MC and she'd just melt. soft ray is so cute and he warms my heart 🥺

I originally wrote this idea down in my notebook to write myself, but I think you'd probably do a better job at it!

Ray Making A Flower Crown For The Reader!

Hey hey! Welcome here! I hope you like this request~! If I remember correctly, I did one with GE Saeran here! But I can always write it once more for you, just say so.

It's been months since I did Ray's route so I hope I got it right for this one SKDHSJDH I don't remember much^^"

I'm sure you'll be able to write it well!! I also really love your art skdbsjdh

"Here we are. This is my garden, I.. tend to come here to take walks and take care of the flowers here." Ray shyly admitted. Taking a good look around, it was filled with stunning flowers that managed to take your breath away. Ray observing your reactions nervously.

"Do.. Do you like it, Y/N..?" The nervous boy besides you gulped. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect so he tried his best to make everything better only for you. Eagerly waiting for this moment where you would witness this giant garden.

Looking at him with a smile calmed him down quite a lot, his eyes literally sparkling with some hope that you would love his garden, enough to make you happy, satisfied. He felt his heart racing as he watched you.

"Yeah..!! It's really pretty. I can feel the love and care you put into your flowers, Ray!" You beamed happily. You slowly walked closer to the area and approached the first field of flowers your eyes laid upon.

Ray's shoulders visibly relaxed as he let out a sigh of relief. He was so happy and glad that you seemed to like all the work he has put into this beautiful place.

He kept following you around like a lost puppy as you got lost in how cool this big garden was. You could really tell from up close that Ray was amazing at taking care of every flower around here, all of them in great shape.

"I.. spent a lot of time here when I don't have work or.. I can't go to your room yet." He shakily exhaled as he started to play with the petals of any flower his shaky hands could grap on.

"I'm just.. I'm really, really happy you like them." He showed you a smile, blush painted over his cheeks. Ray's heart was racing as you had this soft look on your face, making him silently gasp as his blush widened. You are so precious to him.

Your giggle was enough to make his heart jump and anxiously turn his back on you as he was trying to calm himself down. He felt like he was losing himself whenever you were around him. Making him feel so happy and in a way no one has ever made him feel like. You were too good for him.

While you were looking around to see more of his garden, Ray couldn't help but stare at you in awe. He didn't think he deserved this happiness when he was around you but.. he was happy to be close with you.

"Ah.. Y/N! Could.. you wait here for a bit? I want to give you something.." He hurried up and tried to find what he was looking for a little bit away from the spot you two were just now. When he found it, he hid it from you as he made his way back to you.

"Can you close your eyes for a little bit? I really hope you'll like this.." He sighed shakily, his heart beating faster as he got closer to you. Going along with him, you felt like something was being placed on your head, it felt soft and smelled really good.

You sensed Ray taking a step back, waiting for you to open your eyes and see if you like the little gift he placed on you.

"Is this.. a flower crown..?" You reached out to gently ran your fingers through the soft petals. A warm grin making it's way to your face as you thought that it was adorable.

"I actually learned recently on how to make one. I thought that making one.. for you would make you feel happy." He sheepishly admitted as he looked away, red on his cheeks from how stunning you looked right now.

"Ohhh, I should make one for you too, then!" You snapped him out of his thoughts and it took a few seconds before he registered exactly what you said. "F-For.. me..?"

"Yes, i think it would be nice if you have one too." You giggled and reached out for his hand which surprised Ray a lot before you gentle dragged him more deeper into his garden. You wanted to find what flowers would Ray like!

And then he smiled, letting you bring him anywhere you wanted. Even though he didn't feel like he really deserved your touch, he couldn't help but cherish this moment.

[blackheart1454]

Stay with me forever (Yandere! Ray x Reader) Part 1

Part 2: coming soon...

It’s a beautiful sunny day, the sky was clear without a single cloud in sight. In a place in South Korea, there was a building that looked like a majestic castle surrounded by a beautiful forest. Inside there were several people doing different types of activities, such as cooking, cleaning, gardening, etc. That building had a large garden, it was very beautiful. You could see all kinds of flowers, all receiving the best care. In this splendid garden on the grass there was a couple, a man and a woman. They were both sitting on a tablecloth, along with a picnic basket, and several plates of food scattered all over the tablecloth. The man grabbed one of the strawberries from one of the plates, placed a little cocoa powder on top and brought it to the woman’s lips, who had her back leaned against his chest. The woman parted her lips and took a small bite. The man smiled sweetly as he saw the woman slowly chewing the strawberry. 

“It's a gorgeous day, isn't it my angel?” The man said sweetly, to which the woman only nodded her head.

“This day brings memories of when you came to Mint Eye, do you remember?” The man added to which the woman nodded her head again. “I remember I was in the server room, talking to you on the phone. I remember how excited you were when you agreed to try out the game I was developing. I remember when I helped you get out of the car because your eyes were covered by a blindfold. I remember that your hand held mine and you let yourself be guided with complete confidence, since you made it clear that you trusted me… Ah, what beautiful memories.” 

The woman listened as the man spoke, but the words were barely processed by her brain. She stared at one of the flowers in the garden, while the man continued talking and she didn’t show any emotion or interest in what he said.

“But do you know what memory I treasure most of the two of us together?”

“...” 

“It's the day you decided to stay by my side forever, my dear (Y/N).”

***

It was an ordinary day at Mint Eye, you were sitting in one of the chairs in your room drinking tea, and at the same time you were 'playing' the game that Ray was making with so much care for you. The conversation with the avatars was nothing more than Seven wanting to play with Jumin's beautiful cat, while he made it clear to her that, even if the sun went out, he would never leave his beloved kitten in the hands of a cat abuser. Zen was also in the chat, he was trying to change the topic of conversation since just thinking about that ball of hair made him sneeze and right now he was on break from a rehearsal for the next musical he was about to film, so he just wanted to relax a little. Yoosung was trying to help Zen by saying how boring his classes were and he wished the weekend would come quickly so he could play LOLOL all day. You just laughed at Seven and Jumin's conversation, and tried to give emotional support to Zen. 

You didn't know why, but you had this feeling that the characters were real and that you were actually talking to them all the time since you arrived at Mint Eye. You had such deep and complex conversations with them, and it made you doubt that a game was so well programmed to converse like a normal person. After a few minutes, the members of the RFA left the chat one by one to continue resuming their activities. You said goodbye to them warmly and let out a sigh. As if destiny were in perfect sync with you, you heard someone knock on the door of your room, to which you only responded with a 'come in'. The door opened and revealed Ray's figure. He had a smile on his face and was carrying a tray of food with him. You were so focused on the game that you hadn't realized that it was time for lunch.

“Good afternoon (Y/N), how was this morning?” Ray walked over to you and placed the tray on the table. 

“Hi Ray, it’s good to see you. This morning was very calm, thanks for asking” you replied with a small smile.

“I'm sorry for not coming the other night and for not bringing you breakfast today,” Ray said, bowing slightly as he placed his right hand on his chest. 

“You don't need to apologize, Ray. I completely understand how busy you must be with the development of the game” you replied and gently grabbed his hand.

“Developing a game is not easy, especially when the person I work for wants to release the game as soon as possible,” Ray said, sighing. 

“This game must be very important to require your full attention, but Ray answers me this: Have you been sleeping and eating well?” you asked him with a worried expression.

“I've been taking naps, and as for whether I've eaten… I only had a piece of toast for breakfast,” Ray replied with a low voice and with his cheeks red with embarrassment to which you sighed. 

“Ray… you know well that I don't like you neglecting your health, you are important too.”

“You don't have to worry about me, your happiness is the only thing that matters to me.”

“Ray, it doesn't make me happy that you don't take care of yourself, it makes me sad.”

"No! Don't feel sad for me! I promise I will improve my lifestyle,” Ray exclaimed and knelt down next to you.

“Do you promise me?”

“I promise you, whatever makes you happy I will do it.”

“There is one thing you can do right now to make me happy.”

“Tell me, anything you want, I'll do it.”

You grabbed your fork and stabbed it into a piece of sweet and sour chicken from the lunch Ray had brought you. You slowly brought it to his lips. “You would make me happy if you shared this lunch with me.”

"But-!" Ray tried to protest to which you quickly interrupted him. 

“No ifs or buts. Now open your mouth and say 'aaah'”, Ray with his face completely red from shyness does what (Y/N) asked. (Y/N) smiled when she saw how cute Ray looked chewing the food, so she continued feeding him herself. Ray tried so hard not to blush but it was impossible for him. The woman he loved so much, the one who treated him so kindly and made him feel alive, was feeding him. To Ray, (Y/N) was an angel sent from heaven. She was his world, his purpose in life, and now that she had come to him, Ray was never going to let her go.

The days continued to pass and you continued with your usual routine. Ray came to visit you more frequently and every day you had a conversation on the phone. You were happy to see that Ray kept his promise, as he looked healthier. They enjoyed every meal together. Every night they had a walk through the garden to look at the flowers or just see the stars. 

Now you find yourself walking through the gardens of Mint Eye. Ray trusted you so much that he gave you permission to go for a walk through the gardens whenever you wanted so you wouldn't get bored. Because of his job, he couldn't always accompany you, so he sent a believer to make sure you were safe. You were enjoying the silence of the night and the moon was your only company at the moment. A while ago you had finished a chat with the members of the RFA and you decided to take a short walk to clear your mind a little. You sat on the edge of the water fountain that was in the center of the garden and stared at the stars, while you had this feeling that something was wrong in this place.

Suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you little by little. A believer showed up shortly, it made you a little sad because you knew the believer was going to escort you back to your room. However, to your surprise, the believer removed the hood of his robe that covered his entire head. Your eyes dilated and your mouth opened at someone you never expected to see in your life. This believer was neither more nor less than a man who was identical to the character of V, the leader of the RFA. You rubbed your eyes vigorously to make sure what you were seeing was real and not an enlightenment. 

“I finally get to meet you in person Rosalie,” V said calmly.

“Impossible… you can't be real” you muttered, completely surprised. “But if you're the character in Ray's game…”

“But what are you saying?” V asked surprised.

“Ray is developing a game, one of the characters is called V and he is very identical to you…”

“(Y/N) I don't want to scare you, but I'm actually V.”

“Does that mean that the members of the RFA are real and not avatars?”

"That's right. Ray has been telling you lies this whole time.”

“This doesn't make sense.”

“(Y/N) I understand that you have your doubts, but I need you to listen to me because your life is in danger.”

"What do you mean?" 

“(Y/N), you have to be very careful from now on. This place is nowhere near the paradise that both Ray and his followers claim it to be.”

“What do you mean, V?”

“I don't want to scare you (Y/N), so I'm not going to get into the details. The only thing I'm going to say is that you have to be more careful from now on, don't trust anything Ray tells you.”

“What don't you want me to know, V? Why can't I trust Ray? What are you doing-?”, you felt your entire body tremble at V's words. You wanted V to tell you what was happening here, but you were quickly interrupted by him. 

“I wish I could tell you everything, but right now is not a good time,” V said, trying to reassure you. “I must go since my time here is very limited.”

“Wait-.”

“(Y/N), I have to go. But I will continue to keep in touch by phone. Any suspicious actions, please let me know,” V hurriedly said and covered his head with his hood again and disappeared as quickly as he appeared. 

You stood completely paralyzed, staring in the direction V had gone. You were having a hard time processing what he had told you and you had no idea what to think or what to do right now. You remained silent for a few minutes, but at the same time didn’t you realize that a certain white-haired man was hiding and with a look that could kill anyone who crossed his path. 

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[cornerofdrawings]

I love seeing Ray and Saeran in the same drawing

[ynverse]

new emotions

SAERAN x gn! reader | fluff

a/n: he deserves the world :( <3

how were you supposed to act when the man who fell for was crumbling in front of you after realizing he fell for someone? 

“y/n?”

“sorry,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice low so the emotion in your voice wouldn’t show. “i was just trying to think of what to say.”

saeran choi. a man who is an enigma to both himself and everyone around him. after everything you two have been through, for better and worse, this was the last thing you would have thought to happen. luck never seems to be on your side. you felt as if you were on a stage, moving along with the stage cues thinking it was your own free will. why else would you come to the realization that you developed feelings for saeran the exact same day he seeks your advice for his own crush? the irony of the situation made you feel as if your life was bordering a tragedy and comedy.

“do you think...,” saeran trails off as he pulls the blanket up his body a little further, his mic rustling because of how harshly he did so.

he would always be most active at night due to mint eye, a habit he desperately wants to change but never manages to do so. he had you though. as much as he wanted to fix his schedule to avoid reminders of the past, calling you late at night was something he would miss dearly.

“do you think someone would even love me?”

“why wouldn’t they,” you gently roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see.

you understood his fear and anxieties but you can never fully wrap your head around how he blames himself. everyone in the rfa forgave him because they knew he was being manipulated in numerous ways, the only one who didn’t forgive saeran was himself.

“there’s a lot of reasons why.”

saeran never wanted to explicitly accept that he held strong feelings for anyone. He felt as if he was cursed. love was something that only damaged him, labeling anything as love made him fearful that it would end with him being abandoned once again. he loved his parents only to experience his first taste of the different types of loves in the world. the toxicity made him feel much smaller than his body really was. he didn’t feel as if he was a child then, but a mere ant trying to avoid being crushed by the pressure of his parents. he loved and still loves (without labeling it), his brother. but with that love, it taught him loss. it taught him how much the heart can yearn for what once was. it taught him that loving someone might not be enough. sure, he was wrong about the reasons saeyoung left but the scars will always be there. he loved mint eye - his new home where he was accepted. the lessons mint eye taught him felt like they could never be unlearned. 

if he was to try and love again, would the cycle only continue? he never experienced romantic love so he would once again be clueless when trying to figure out if he was experiencing genuine or toxic love.

“if they really love you, they would love all of you-”

you heard him let out a small noise of confusion before continuing.

“some who loves you will love things you don’t even love about yourself. You are not as bad as you try to act saeran, i promise,” you softly spoke.

saeran deserved more than you could ever give him. you may want to be the one to make him happy but you don’t want to prevent him from being at his happiest. you knew you could get over him - no you didn’t, but you needed to pretend to feel a little better - so you had to support him.

“do you mean that,” saeran spoke, his voice sounding small, “you think I’m worthy of being loved?”

“i know you are.”

“this makes this a little easier,” saeran quietly started speaking, his voice getting a little more confident as his words progressed. “i think that i am falling for you more and more each day. i know i am not the best person, but i want to experience these feelings with you…if you’d let me?”

you knew if anyone saw you right now, they would laugh at how you rolled to the other side of your bed and pinched yourself. saeran was the first legitimate crush you had, the idea of it being returned seemed unrealistic. you didn’t know how to react and barely managed to reply.

“i want to experience this with you too.”

you both didn’t fully understand what exactly comes next, but that was part of the beauty of it. two inexperienced souls trying to navigate a complicated emotion, wanting to learn and grow together. you were a little scared but knowing saeran was willing to figure it out with you made you more than happy to look toward the future.

[natasha-in-space]

On this fine evening, I can't stop thinking about how small Ray really is. His graceful and princely appearance is only enhanced by his delicate facial features, which are already apparent the first time you see him. You don't think or notice much of it at first. His clothes are doing a good job at concealing his frail form, after all. All you see is a pretty young man that takes your breath away with his unique clothing choices and his tender smile.

It isn't until your first walk out in the garden that you have time to truly take in his appearance fully. He is undeniably beautiful. His eyes are kind, albeit mysterious, and his smile makes it easy to relax and trust into his words as you talk. He truly looks like some noble prince ripped straight out of a fairytale when he's walking by your side in the garden. His petite features become only more apparent when you get a little cold, and he drapes his blazer over your shoulders without a second thought.

Ray is unwavering in his desire to be helpful to you. He's afraid of you finding him repulsive or ugly. But, when you are in trouble, be it you shivering in the chilly mountain air, or you tripping over a stray rock, he acts without even thinking. It's like an instinct he can't fight.

Depending on your size, his magenta blazer either fits you perfectly or is rather small on you. Once you get past the initial butterflies of having his flowery scent and warmth surround you, it becomes quite noticeable to you. And, not only that, but with the biggest layer gone from his frame, you get a good look at his rather slender figure up close. He looks wonderful, you don't have a single bad thought in your head of yours.

But... God, does he looks so frail

As the days go by, you become more and more aware of him and all the smaller details of his appearance. His hands are small and bony. His wrists are so thin, you could probably wrap your two fingers around them with no problem whatsoever. While his jawline is soft, his cheeks look somewhat hollow, especially in a dim lighting. Although he doesn't express it, he easily gets cold. Whenever your walks are particularly long, you always see him slightly shivering, his hands rubbing together in a way that is obviously not meant for you to see. One time, you accidentally tripped while on your walk through Magenta, and he moved to catch your fall, making you stumble straight into his chest, your hands automatically grasping at his waist to hold you steady.

He's... so thin under all those layers of fabric. It's impossible not to wonder whether or not he's potentially wearing so many layers on purpose. If he's perhaps embarrassed of his fragile frame. It makes your heart ache.

It's a conflicting feeling.

You are aware that he is not taking good care of himself. For some reason, nobody in this place attempts to persuade him to take a break or enjoy a warm and nutritious meal every once in a while. It makes you disheartened. You wish you could visit him whenever you wanted, to remind him to rest his head, and to prepare him delicious and fulfilling foods to keep his body healthy and energized. But... you can't. And it's one of the first alarm bells that tell you that this place is not good for him.

On the other hand, you don't want to perceive this aspect of him as strictly negative. Regardless of his weight, you still find him to be incredibly beautiful. You love how his hands fit so perfectly into your own, making you want to hold them to keep them warm at any chance you get.

You could look at his face for hours on end without getting tired. Studying and memorizing all the tiniest of details that make Ray who he is. His lips are thin and chapped, even though he tries to hide their poor state from you, but you don't mind in the slightest. You'd love nothing more than gently brush your lips against his own as you go back to your room: a wordless thank you for wonderful company. Or to carefully apply some moisturizing lip balm with your thumb and watch his eyes grow wide and his cheeks grow pink. His eyes are warm and tender as they look at you, even if they are brimmed by heavy dark rings signaling the lack of sleep on his part. It still makes you want to brush your thumbs under his eyes to try and soothe his tiredness. His lashes are rather long, and you can't help but swoon at that little detail about him.

Although his skin is pale and dry, you have a fondness for the faint traces of freckles scattered over his cheeks and nose. It makes you wonder what his face would look like, if he could spend all the time he wanted out in the sun, tending to his flowers. You would love to kiss every freckle that is visible. And you adore how lovely his cheeks look when they are filled with color, whenever you say something sweet or brush your hand against his own.

Ray's physique is slim and petite. If you try, you're confident that you could lift him into your arms. It makes you sad to think of him being malnourished, but it does not bring you disgust in any way. No, it makes you think of how your hands would fit perfectly if you rested them on his waist, bringing him closer into your warm embrace, to keep his safe and sound from all those worries buzzing in his head at all times. How you could probably sweep him into a playful waltz and dip him without any problem, bringing a starry eyed look to those minty eyes you loved so much. It's a fantasy you certainly would love to try out one day.

It's a peculiar ambivalence. All you are aware of is that Ray is truly beautiful to you. And that you want him to know that. And, once you do spill all of your deepest affections for this lovely man you have come to treasure so deeply, you will wipe the tears spilling from his eyes and pull him close to your chest.

Ray is perfect. And you want him to know that.

[asterjennifer]

❗ Slight domestic violence scene

“Shit, shit shit shit shit…!”

She cursed under her breath when crossing over the familiar rooftop made out of what resembled pure marble. Her tiptoing sounds unnoticeable even to herself. She'd been lying if saying this new way of sneaking around didn't appealed to her the most when it came to this entire sinner form she'd taken after her downfall.

Jumping from one smug brick to another, landing gracefully onto the railing, onto one of the million endless balcony's of the castle. She's not fond climbing over its walls as she kept fearing that one day — someone would catch her right handed and then do whatever is worse imaginable inside her head. She might be an immortal being in hell now, but not immune to any pain.

That's what sinners had to deal with, the enteral punishment of experiencing pain repeatedly. And no way to stop it. Neither due to getting used to it, nor by the choice to kill yourself. No sinner could actually kill themselves unless they owned angelic weapons. And that chance was lower than the chance of the Happy Hotel succeed. Okay, maybe not that low. But still low.

She sneaked around a pipe attached to the edge of the second tower, lifting her head into the red sky. Day or night, lunch or dinner time, it didn't matter considering the red stayed the same shade throughout the year. Were there any signs for seasons at all? If so, she'd not seen them yet. At least familiar looking stars shone at random spots around the white planet that must've been heaven. Or at least she assumed so.

Shaking her head free, she jumped to the other pipe. It's not her intention to run late as it's not her style pushing the schedule around. However; how could she have said no when they practically begged her to help with the spontaneous side job they involved themselves in rather involuntarily. It's not really their fault and therefore she found no strength to brush their pleading off.

But now she risked the tragedy of getting spotted since she usually was long gone by this time of the night. Not in any sight, invisible to the world of royals that lived inside this castle. Despite only having seen a few faces before — she didn't want to test her luck either. It's better she stayed unaware of the actual number of residents inside the big place she used as shortcut.

Her bare paws landed silently on the floor of the balcony, another one she crossed every single time she's required to get to the other side of Pentagram City. Which was, if nothing messed up, every single work day. It was part of her everyday life after all. She sighed out after realizing it's still empty inside. What a lucky bitch, she thought to herself bewildered and in pity.

It's always a risk using this pathway. At least then she knew what hour was the best in order to avoid the rare chance of an encounter. That's something she inspected before even trying to use the castle as her own personal bridge, it's just so much easier and quicker walking and climbing this insanely big building than running around it. Making her ignore anxiety entirely.

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“You're a fucking disgrace!!”

She yelled into his face with her shrill tone of voice. Filled to the brim with anger that caused his stomach to twist until it threatened to throw up the remaining content right in front of her feet. His pulse overpowered the shattering reality of these pathetic, whiny nosies coming out his beak.

“You have one job, Ray. One! And you can't even do this right, can you!?” She ignored his sad sounds.

He felt both legs shake. “I… I'm really sorry, Rika—”

Her hand shot into the air, shutting him up the same millisecond. He swallowed the bitter taste of both fear mixed with guilt once her brows twisted furious.

“Dare you call me by name at this moment. You're not allowed to.”

Her glaring green eyes drilled through his every single thought — making it impossible to think about his next words. How to present the apology burning on his tongue.

Her tone sharpened drastically. “I don't want to fucking hear it… Seriously. You're a Goetia Prince, for Satan's sake!”

These words left with such desperation, as if she waited for someone to come in and explain this circus of a display to her. All Ray could do was pressing his hands into each other for a little grounding and let her continue scream until it echoed against the walls, coming back into his ears a second time afterwards. Like a second punishment.

“All you had to do was present the next centurie's climate change on earth! How hard can it be when it's your purpose!?”

She raised both arms into the air, looking up while her white bird face started to turn red from the madness he caused her. That's what he always did, he was painfully aware.

“Yet you didn't even finish the research… Am I and everyone who has to deal with your lazy ass a joke to you!?” Her eyes shaded a dark, crazy green.

“No!” He yelped back helplessly.

Hands pressed into fists out of pure desperation to fix his mistakes, his blue glowing eyes met her green ones, thus she narrowed them.

“I- I'm sorry I didn't finfish yet— the earth is a very wild climatic place! It's hard to b-be consistent in the results if one tiny bit can change everything! It—”

The blabbering died by the sound of her flat hand hitting his cheek with all her might. He felt the electric pain shooting through his nerves, almost knocking him to the ground by how she liked using all her strength when putting him into his rightful place.

“I so not care about your excuses, Ray…” She mumbled threatening low.

He rubbed his cheek to ease some of the pain. Yet the tears strung in his eyes regardless. Not brave enough to meet hers again.

“You embarrass me, the entire Goetia family!...” Her hand wiggled as she must've caused herself some pain by the impact as well. “Have some class and skill for once in your otherwise useless existence… For all our sakes. You're a fucking headache like this.”

He lowered his head as deep as he could — letting her spit the words with the venom of hatred he made her feel towards him since what felt like forever. Without waiting for a response from him, she turned on her heels to leave the room. Her golden locks curled around her arm gently in contrast to her radical movement of tearing the door open. He couldn't even hear it over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.

“Oh, and Ray.” Air thicker than butter.

She looked over her shoulder, much calmer in her appearance now. Both of them knew better, though.

“Do my decision of taking care of you dirty one more time and you can rot away all alone in this castle forever. I don't care.”

“Yes, Ri— My Savior.” He quickly corrected his mistake.

Although he's praying internally she didn't notice, she either did not or she simply didn't care — she just left the room with a bang. Ray's body flinched hard from head to toe at the deafening sound of her going out of the castle. Letting him stand in silence and guilt to think about the mistake he'd done.

Somehow nothing he ever did seemed to be right, good enough or just worth acknowledging with more than a mere nod. A sigh left his beak, coming out from the deepest place of his stomach which still spun uncomfortably fast. His face shifted into a disgusted grimace, forcing him to close his eyes.

Why can't I be better? Not look like a disgrace to the rest of his peers who were more than talented and royal blue than he ever felt. It's unfair, he thought sad. It's unfair that no matter how hard he tried being better, being a Goetia Prince, it was never good enough to anyone. Was he doomed to live in this misery of being a failure forever?

The tears that had been on the edge finally found their premission to run down his cheeks. It made him feel only worse about himself, though. He wasn't supposed to cry. Or be this weak in general. It was disgraceful. With that he took his steps towards the balcony, perhaps some fresh air would help him relax both his racing pulse and the uneasy carousel inside his belly.

On his way, he wiped the tears as well. Although nobody should be able to see him from that height — it was better not risking someone being able to catch him in this state and take a photo for social media. Then she'd make her threat come true, leaving him forever lonely to rot away inside these walls made for influential royals.

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She froze in her place when the doors to the balcony opened without a warning. The sound of marbel hit the glas once they were out of the way — there was the face she'd been avoiding the most, right after the blond bird woman. Her heart stopped working and came to a standstill.

Any plan of escape, the ideas she played through endlessly for her safety now vanished altogether. Leaving her defenseless to the loud gasp of the Prince. Who's eyes widened in pure shock when his hands shot up to his chest the same second. Shit, she thought panicked. I'm so busted...!!!

Ray couldn't move for a good while. Somehow his muscles didn't listen to any order after finding an unexpected visitor on his private balcony.

Her purple hair moved slightly with the warm wind of hell. Big, round yellow eyes stared directly into his, as if they tried to reflect his own. She was smaller than him, but to be fair, most people were. A sinner... he noticed immidiately because of her form. She's no native to hell. This cat-like appearance must've been a result of either her sins on earth or the silent story of how she died.

He ears dropped down onto her head, hiding away almost. The panic ate away at her nerves, wondering what punishment a Prince of the Goetias would come up with. After all, not only was she rudely invadig his private place, but she also sneaked around like she's about to actually break in. It made the sweat run down her back.

Then, by the most rooted reflex, she felt her legs shake heavily. "I don't mean any harm!!" She yelled out.

"I- I swear I only pass over your castle t-to reach my town faster-! It- It's not what it looks like-"

However, the Prince didn't take in her justfications, nor the whimmering tone of voice under her words. He kept staring at her. For some reason he wasn't feeling anything. He neither felt anger, nor fear. No worry, offense or confusion. All he could do was look at her roundly shaped face and eyes.

The darkness of earlier suddenly left his shoulders. She was pretty, her straight hair fading into a colder purple down along her strains, her clothes reminded him a bit of that gothic style some people wore throughout their daily lives. The fact she wore no shoes was a good way to realize just how small her figure truly was. These soft looking feet were maybe as big as the palm of his hand.

It's obvious that she couldn't be older than him. Time moved foward differently in hell, yes, but there's this qurik to her that revealed she must've come here not too long ago. The Prince blinked out of his trance — hearing her still ramble while being pressed against the railing.

She's scared, he finally made the conclusion for himself. Her pupils were only a point wide and continued shaking with tremor of pure fear. And while he's having every right to be filled with wrath, his intuiton made him decide to not be bitter towards her. He's able to see she didn't mean to come rob or harm him.

Her fearfull attitude, this slim albeit elegant body of hers, it all screamed innocence. And while it should never be taken for granted — he's aware it was the truth. A foreign wamth spread inside his chest.

"No, stop." He said calmly, lifting his hand.

The way her mouth snapped shut wasn't what he intended, so he shook his head. "I mean... tell me the reasoning."

The air around them burned for her. She had no idea how it felt on his feathers. The soft tone caused mistrust to bubble up. Why was he behaving like she didn't just land on his balcony as a stranger?

Knowing there's no choice, she swallowed the lump blocking her throat. "I... use the castle as a shortcut to reach my city faster, My Prince."

Although they quavered at the edges, the Prince's cheeks heat up until they turned a deep pinkish color due to her words.

The title definitely was nothing new. Despite the most stuff calling him Mr. Ray on his demand, being called a Prince shouldn't have made his heart jump as high as it did. No, he thought half conciously. It's not about being adressed as Prince. She said "My Prince."

What was going on with him? He never felt this way before, clueless he wondered what spell she probably used to tame him for her benefit. For now, however, he didn't mind all that much and instead nodded thoughtfully because of her simple answer. It seemed logical — she's a cat demon. Sneaking around places had been a new gift amongst the torture of this enternal life.

He scanned the floor for a second. Then he raised his eyes again. "You swear upon your wounds its the truth?"

No room to interpert this oath, considering it sounded oddly specific, she breathed through silently. "Yes, My Prince." She swore.

The Goetia noticed the breeze of the night came flowing easier now. Without awareness, a smile creeped under his beak. And while she's no expert on bird demons — she realized that it was a smile indeed. Confusing her further, feeding this doubt that cricled around her head.

"What's your name?" He couldn't help the question.

The stranger blinked once, then a second time. "....(N), My Prince." The fright too present for his and her taste.

(N).. he replayed her name in his mind with his own voice. (N) sounds beautiful. That's the first thing he came up with. Her name was just like her apperance. It was beautiful. His smile widened an inch.

"How long have you been using my castle as your shortcut?"

"Since... two months, My Prince."

"When did you die?"

"Five months ago, My Prince..."

"(N), certainly you're aware of what you're doing."

No answer to reciprocate. Of course she knew, it's not like she was stupid enough to sneak over places she didn't at least did surface research on. All she's able to offer was a reluctant nod. The Prince sighed conflicted.

On one hand it's his duty to punish intruders, regardless their intentions. On the other though, he couldn't deny this shot of excitement once they first made eye contact. This Sinner reminded him of a pet. Of a cute, little kitten that's just seeking shelter when breaking into the back of a house. It didn't mean to cause trouble. It was looking for a comfortable place to rest in.

Exactly that's what she looked like to him. It's not the truth, it couldn't be and neither of them would have the power to convince him otherwise. But maybe, just maybe, he found a new opportunity. Something better than this msierable, lonely life he was forced to live. She looked like she needed shelter — he could give her shelter.

His shoulders relaxed. "Come, (N)." He meant it as an invintation, but sounded more of an order by accident.

The girl's ears shot back into the air. Wiggling her tail unconsciously fast by the insane situation. She knew she couldn't make it if she tried to run away. He'd catch her before she managed to jump off the balcony.

That's it, she shivered defeated. Stomach spinning and making her sick to the bones. He's going to do the worse to me for touching his castle...

Plagued by intense fear, her legs managed to move along his enormous steps regardless. She hugged herself, feeling the goosebumbs even underneath the layers of fur. Praying to whatever's there that it would only result in instant death, that's the best outcome she could imagine. What else would be better?

He closed the doors behind her after they entered the living room. Mint eyes fixated on the handle — a new wave of excitement overcame his system.

His heart pulsed hard in his neck, hands and feet. This was totally forbbiden. He never ever could invite a lower class demon into his private walls. If Rika knew... The mere thought of her finding out ran down in an ice cold shower. With all these warnings, this ungodly risk he took, it was still so thrilling. This had to happen and he told himself it was nothing other than fate.

She's a lost kitten that needed shelter. And he could provide her the best shelter in all of hell. Ray shook himself from the words and turned his head around. She stood in the middle of the room. Taking all attention, as if pulling it onto only her. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, it made him a bit sad he couldn't see her chest now. Yet her face — it was everything.

"(N)," He made her flinch by accident. "Tell me about yourself."

The second the order left his beak, he's bewildered by himself for asking such a trivial thing. Again, he couldnt't win against these intrusive thoughts. She was like a flower than an actual cat when thinking about it. He would scrap through the dirt until she had space to bloom. He's certain she would be gorgeous after she presented him her petals. All he had to do was digging into the depths of the dirt. She would come out.

She licked over her lips in a nervous manner. "I... W-What would you like to know, My Prince..?"

"Whatever there is to learn, Flower. Whatever it is. I want to know."

[k0kichiimagines]

Hello! Can I request ray/saeran being in love with MC while she is with 7?

yes yes! i took some inspiration from the bad ending where ray starts questioning if you've been playing 'his version' of the game,

also first fan fiction post of the year hehe happy new year everyone <3

ray x reader / seven x reader

[Heat lightening]

"there's nothing i can do, not much i can change. i give it up to you. i surrender"

cws : none; angst no happy ending / one sided love

"Why does it always crash when Seven's around?" your voice is frustrated - you'd taken a fondness to hacker, regardless of Ray's attempt to warn you his route would only hurt you. You'd be prepared to face the angst even for just a moment more of his sweet words - but it seemed the game would glitch and freeze, or Ray would conveniently have to come to do reports mid conversation. Were the warnings just covers for the route not being complete?

"Does it? It must be because that AI is the worst of the lot, he's filled with so many bugs he's caused nothing but trouble for me... of course you can chose who you'd want, but I'd advise a different route."

"Hmm... but I like Seven, it'd be a shame to give up just over a few bugs, don't you think?" He seemed to stiffen at your words, searching for something to say.

See, his excuses had worked, they'd all made sense even if they were a bit suspicious - but upon learning the AIs were in fact actual people, and this was an actual party you were planning, and you were also now surprise kidnapped by a cult, the excuses didn't work anymore. All he'd say was 'Seven is a traitor' ,'He's a liar' and 'He's a danger to the Mint Eye.'

From what you'd gathered... what you'd suspected... was Ray was being manipulated, controlled, hurt buy the 'saviour' of this nightmare. And if that was the case, then surely that only meant Seven wasn't the heartless evil you'd been told. Surely it meant... his words were true? You cared for Ray, perhaps not in the way you suspected he was starting to care for you, you didn't blush around him, your thoughts were platonic - but that doesn't mean you love him any less. Just different. You still want him free. But how could accomplish such a task? V was trying... what could you do that was any more? The man seemed too focused on desperately trying to get you to love him not Seven, love him, love anyone not Seven, please not Seven. Ray was crying, pleading, calm only when your hands were soft on his shoulders - only for his heart to shatter over and over again whenever you called him nothing more then a friend.

And he'd come night after night as though one day you'd change your mind, fall into his arm with the sparkle in your eyes he only saw when he was mentioned. Your words about escaping fell on deaf ears, went through a man who couldn't care less what he went through if he could only hold you once. He was sorry, sorry he lied, sorry he wasn't enough - he'll change everything, anything, please, please, please.

Saeran wasn't as kind. He shut down the messenger the second the party was cancelled - you didn't need to speak to them anymore. Seven was frantically trying to get through to you, setting up rooms after rooms that he tried to hide from Saeran's merciless attacks - never getting more then a few words out before Saeran shut it down, teasingly letting you both think that just for a second it would work.

"He took everything from me, he was always better then me. It's not fair, it's not fair! You're my toy! Mine! Mine, mine, mine!"

Day after day passed, nothing more then a blur of events. Had it been a week? Three days? A few minutes? Time meant nothing to you anymore.

707: ive found a way to send a message he can't see... but only one!! pls follow the link!! trust me and download it!! pls pls pls!!

And then you had a chatroom again. Well... it was just the two of you. He could add the rest... but... wasn't it nice to have the online equivalent of some alone time? He'd pass your messages on the others if you had any.

Oh? Was that your selfie? He thought you were even cuter then he'd pictured you. Are you embarrassed? Gahh, he can't handle it.

All the teasing from the members came to your mind, all the 'ohhh Seven likes you!!' from Yoosung, 'he's a man!! be careful!! from Zen.

707: imma dangerous guy... you shouldn't fall for someone like me lol

(name): im already in a dangerous situation, arent it?

707: lololol

707: true...

707: do i need to be ur prince in shining armour to come save u?

(name): saved with a true loves kiss!

707: ki

707: kiss?!

(name): its the only way to truly save me

707: ah, then i'll have to do it. you know. to save you.

Your mood rose, Saeran hated it and snatched your phone again and again, unaware Seven was sure to keep the app hidden unless he activated it, calling you before hand and with a whole system to shut it off in a second if Saeran came barging in - code words, secret clues, it was all hidden and neat,

But then he slipped up.

You two were never at pet names. Not seriously. The sudden accidental 'Darling' in one of his what Saeran now understood as fake attempts at contacting you felt like a slap to the face. Could it have been a joke? But in such a seemingly serious message... He looked back, he saw the switch, the one night he hadn't noticed anything and suddenly you were happier and Seven was trying less.

Saeran: You two think you're so clever, huh?! Using private chatrooms.

Saeran: just you wait...

Saeran: i'll take your phone myself.

Saeran: sit lonely in that room and do nothing but wait for me. i'll even install a speaker system, you can talk to me through that hehehe

Saeran: say goodbye to your lover boy.

He through his phone after sending that last message, ignoring the cracking of the screen as he yelled into the palms of his hands. He couldn't admit why this angered him so much, if he thought he would have to admit - so he didn't think. He sat there in silence, no sound beyond his shaken breaths.

Darling.

If he were to head to your room he'd break down again, he'd yell and fall crying at your feet, he'd forget the phone and run, it would the catalyst to you leaving. To him having to accept the one simple fact : you didn't romantically love him.

Perhaps he knew this. Subconsciously. Perhaps consciously.

Perhaps he went to you anyway,