#the music they're listening to is 'clair de lune'

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- Clair de lune

For longer than I recall we danced along our deck, boots shuffling and clicking on the wood as we remained close and tight—save a twirl or two—while the musicians played so sweetly.

Their thoughts played even sweeter, watching us with nostalgic warmth

Do you hear them, treasure? Lucient asked, careful and quiet through giggles as I scooped him up and spun him around.

Covering those giggles in kisses, I agreed, they adore the sight of us...

Reminiscing of their own love, he pried, ever so, into them, the day they were wed.

Setting him down only to dip him, to taste the soft chill of his neck, I cooed, “the night after.”

“Hungry?” he teased, yanking himself close to return every taste I took.

Twirling him away and back again, I nibbled an ear too tempting, “ravenous...but after the dance?”

“Mm, what a perfect man I married,” he breathed more than spoke, cool fingers digging into my beard to keep my lips close.

Lips I took away, twirling him further, certain he saw my raised brows and wide grin, “Oh, I'm a man now? Not a fiend or a thing, or a beast?”

“You are all of those, more,” he shot, spinning back to grab my face with both hands, to gift me soft lips, “and all of them terrible.”

“I love you, Mister Beaumont,” I swooned for moonlight eyes—my moonlight.

As he did for me, “I love you too, Mister Beaumont.”

“So I am keeping the name,” my tease earned me tongue.

If you intend to keep me, he told me through the deeper kiss, pulling me closer with strong hands on my waist, and we should take them...while they’re distracted.

But our coffee, had I breath for it, I’d have pouted.

As it was, he felt it anyway and pushed free to see it, “after, my perfect treasure.”

Smiling for so sweet a face, I nodded, turned and sped for the pianist while Lucient took the violinist.

No chance even to gasp before our teeth were in them.

I slid beside the pianist on the bench, to allow myself room to be gentle. Space to take my time. So sweet his blood, bubbling warm it vibrated on my tongue and down my throat, moaning with all he ached for. All he’d had and desired again with his lover, his partner, his wife.

Who Lucient held in tender arms, careful her violin was set on the deck and not dropped, while I knew he fed in gentle sips for how she breathed. How her eyes fluttered and her lips quivered, hands reaching to keep him tight against her.

When spent, their last breaths gasped, last jerk of nerves felt we carried them into the galley where they would wait until we were out to sea—and could dispose of them without drawing as much attention.

Back at our table, and our coffee, I prepared a hot chocolate and set it in front of my husband, earning raised brows and a smile, “You bought hot chocolate for me.”

Taking my seat, and pouring myself coffee, I took a sip as I answered, “made.”

“Mm,” and a tease of his boot up my pant-leg was all I’d get for it. Though he did accept my hand across the tiny table as he licked his lips and changed the subject, “do you think they’ll work...to keep you safe?”

It took another sip for his meaning to hit, and I smiled, holding his hand tighter, “even if the faerie’s magic does nothing, Marie’s far away and I doubt she cares for us with all that's changed around her. Plenty others to make into toys.”

“None like you,” he fought as that boot kept teasing.

I chuckled, “If I am at all special it is because of you, my love.”

“Flirt,” he said it through a smile, for how I tended to his hand with soft lips. Then changed the subject again, “did your meal swell with thoughts of cameras?”

“No, but we don’t show in those anyway,” I dismissed, kissing his palm.

Earning a firmer tease of boot, “these were personal, small things.”

“Does my love wish to go shopping in the morning?” I asked through kisses up his arm, pushing shirt and jacket for more skin.

His boot clicked empty to the deck, foot teasing more than leg, “He does…”

Mug drained, and set on the table, I gave up kisses to pull his hand to my lips and taste too deep of a cool finger, “and what of this evening?”

His other boot clicked, empty, and those thin socks made no sound as he stood and guided me toward our cabin, “I'd like to spend it buried in my treasure.”

“Word play, is it? How you spoil me,” my eager lips up his arm turned guiding into carrying, but I wouldn’t complain.

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[likelyapsychopath]

Not to be pedantic on main, but I'm going to be pedantic on main. I am physically allergic to the vernacular usage of the term 'classical music' to describe any music with symphonic instruments. 'Classical music' refers to music created during the Classical period, but most people will call Renaissance, Baroque, Romantic, and Modern music 'classical' as well. They're not.

I dare you to listen to Bach, Mozart, Wagner, and Stravinsky, look me in the eyes, and tell me they're all the same genre. Lumping Tchaikovsky in with Vivaldi is like lumping Elvis Presley in with Miley Cyrus. Every time someone refers to Clair de Lune as 'classical' I want to bite their kneecaps off.

I'm not saying everyone has to be a music historian, but please at least acknowledge that what people call 'classical music' is actually a bunch of different genres spanning over 600 years. I'm begging you. I am on my knees, weeping. This is the hill upon which I shall perish. I can't survive this linguistic ambiguity.

[sarnai4]

"Modern" Composers

I'm not sure why I started thinking of this, but I imagined some composers as teenagers together based off how I interpret their music and here is the result.

Beethoven: He's the emo kid. You just don't understand him or why he felt the need to make the 3rd movement of Moonlight Sonata that fast. It's art. You wouldn't get it. He's totally not a drama queen. It's just you.

Bach: Prankster. There's no other reason that he'd have 5 voices in fugue XXII when the average person only has two hands. Why, Johann? Why?? Answer - because he is a troll.

Chopin: The cool kid. (Might be my biases here) I feel like he'd be the one everyone admires. He's just effortlessly cool and laid-back, but then he can be really deep and emotional too without you expecting all that from him. You might not even realize how popular he is until you look closer. (I had no clue the famous funeral song was one of his pieces!)

Satie: Introvert. He likes it when it rains, doesn't talk a lot unless it's important, and loves wrapping up in blankets. He always comes close to seeming depressed, then you realize he's just naturally calm and reserved.

Mozart: Fancy. He goes golfing, enjoys fine-dining, and frequents the opera. His manners are impeccable and put royalty to shame.

Debussy: The daydreamer. He's lost in the clouds all throughout the class, but that world he transports himself to is pretty magical. He doesn't really need to ace the next final, though. He's going to compose "Clair De Lune" or "Reverie." Wouldn't you prefer he do that?

Tchaikovsky: Theater student. He's doing ballet, singing, and acting. It all comes incredibly naturally to him and he's the best one there. He just can't stop himself from turning something into a grand show, so he's normally the one to create plays too.

Coleridge-Taylor: The low-key cool one. No one really notices him at first, then he does something awesome and everyone's just wondering how it took them this long to pay him attention. (His music is great. I highly recommend checking out "Three-Fours.")

Grieg: Another low-key one, but you kind of notice him a bit more. He keeps trying to get your attention. You just always come in right after he's done something amazing. So, you know that a cool thing happened; you just don't know who did it. (I have heard "Morning Mood" and "In the Hall of the Mountain King" since I was an embryo and somehow didn't know who he was until a few years ago)

Liszt: Speed demon and track star. Why is Hungarian Rhapsody 19+ pages of speed and/or hand-breaking torture? Just when you think he's calming down (Oubliee No. 1), he reminds you of his fast ways and now you're pulled into it too. You hate how much you love hanging out because you're always sore the next week.

Strauss the 2nd: The loud one. He is very outgoing and likes to be the center of attention. It doesn't take much before he's been noticed by someone (probably by doing something dramatic). His inside voice is just whatever won't burst your eardrums, but you also do want to hear what he's got to say, so it's a fair trade.

Vivaldi: The seasonal buff (half-joking). He's a great academic. His music has a very serious yet delicate sound to it that I can see him taking a lot of pride in his studying (if he actually was a terrible student, I'm going to laugh). Not quite as fancy as Wolfgang, but also fancier than most of the others here.

Camille Saint-Saens: The guy who does one thing and will never let you forget it. (No offense to the rest of his pieces, but I think it's a fair assumption that the bulk of us know "Danse Macabre" and that's it.)

Please share your favorites if they're here! Sorry if I missed them. These are just the main ones I listen to.

[bingsucks]

I KNOW I KNOW I KEEP MAKING REALLY LONG COMMUNITY POSTS ASSIGNING CHARACTERS THINGS (BLAME THE BRAIN CHEMICALS) but I really like classical music and I also really like community if you couldn't already tell so here's classical music recommendations based on your favorite community character I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME (I don't)

ANNIE: Prelude to the Afternoon of a Fawn by Claude Debussy. yes I know it's about a goat man having wet dreams about Nymphs. ignore that for a second and focus on the flutes. they're so Annie. Just listen to it it's one of my favorites.

TROY: Mercury, the winged messenger, by Gustav Holst. Troy has the heart of a hero and all that, this song just kinda seems like if you took Troy's brain, blended it up, and attached that thing that translates plant sounds to it. it's goofy. it's troy.

CHANG: Mars, Bringer of War by Gustav Holst. (but listen to this specific version because in a lot of other versions I've heard they get the most important note wrong and it pisses me off). You know why.

ABED: Romeo and Juliet Fantasy Overture by Tchaikovsky, and I won't tell you why. you just have to listen to the whole thing (YES ALL 20 MINUTES. WITHOUT CHECKING THE COMMENTS) and see for yourself, and if you DO know the song and are still confused, just think about it for a second. really think.

SHIRLEY: Piano Concerto #2 in C minor, op 18 by Rachmaninoff, specifically the first movement. on the comments of one recording of it, a guy talks about how his son died 18 days after he was born, and he played him the second movement right before he went into surgery to "blur the lines between heaven and earth" and I think that speaks for itself. you just have to trust me, it's so Shirley

PIERCE: not technically classical, but Pagliacci act 1 "recitar!... Vesti la Giubba." you are Pagliacci. you fucking clown. I don't care if you like him, but he's your favorite? Vesti la giubba e la faccia infarina, bitch

THE DEAN: Rhapsody in Blue by Gershwin. idk I just feel like it sounds the way all of his outfits look, especially "the duali-dean of man". the dean is so oboe coded I can't explain

FRANKIE: Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy. listen, Frankie's whole thing is being boring, that's her personality. and I love her for it. but boring character calls for boring song

ELROY: Liebestraum by Franz Liszt (which is actually my favorite classical piece). it just matches his energy, idk I can't explain just listen to it

BRITTA: Dies Irae by Giuseppe Verdi. this is what Britta's brain sounds like 25/8, my girl has so many thoughts and all are layered on top of one another and she's just smiling with her eyes unfocused trying not to collapse into herself

HICKEY: No. 13 Dance of the Knights by Prokofiev. he's so tuba coded. his villain arc in Geothermal Escapism? you have to understand it's so him

DUNCAN: oh you know. Entry of the Gladiators by Julius Fucik. I like him too, but this is what he sounds like every time he opens his mouth

JEFF: also Entry of the Gladiators for the same reason. absolute Jester of a man

[greaterspawnislands]

1, 7, and 29 <333 (and maybe 20 only if you're up for it, I'm a curious person by nature-)(also hello beloved <333)

1. three songs that come up when you put your phone on shuffle

ok i'm gonna use my liked songs for this since i have a bajillion playlists but this should still work alright

1) Light & Day / Reach For the Sun by The Polyphonic Spree. This is a song that my dad played a lot growing up, and it's just a really nice song that very much feels like the kind of sudden, bright sunshine that makes you feel like you can do anything.

2) Battle Scars by Paradise Fears. I think my spotify shuffle is in a mood today and the mood is "songs to remind you that you have to keep going because there are going to be better days i promise". this one isn't from my dad's music though this is like. middle school mental illness music. I don't listen to this one a lot anymore but I get a lot of nostalgia for it

3) Space Was So Cool by Markiplier, The Gregory Brothers. I mean what else do I really need to say about this one. It's a banger. Nostalgia factor hanging on there, too.

7. three songs you didn't expect to like but eventually loved

To be entirely honest, I don't think I have an answer for this one because a) i usually know if I like a song right away or not and even if I don't at first b) i have an ass memory with this stuff so sadly I have searched but I can't recall any songs that have gone from ambivalent to loved over time :( sorry!

29. three songs that influenced you most

1) Chicago by Sufjan Stevens. This is another artist I listened to growing up, and the first one I loved so much that I put a poster of him up in my room when I was young. This album as a whole is just so good I can't even explain what impact it had one me

2) Passenger Seat by Death Cab for Cutie. Another instrumental artist in my life. It was a hard pick between this and Transantlanticism but they're both on the same album so you should listen to them anyways. Seeing these songs live was unforgettable and changed my brain chemistry for sure

3) Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy. I remember listening to this one as a very very young kid, it was on my sleeptime CD that my dad burned for me. It probably played a role in getting me into playing piano tbh. Yeah god I could go on and on about songs that have influenced me there's an endless amount.

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

1) Digital Silence by Peter McPoland. Honestly, Echo, all the songs that make me think of you are the ones you've shown me in our playlist haha, so this one gets first mention bc it was added twice loll

2) Biggering from The Lorax. I will continue to think about singing this with you over call and ignoring Kerbe's baffled comments about it :) that was a fun time

3) Super Miriam (FAITH) by n014n. And, of course, I can't think of FAITH anymore without thinking of your gigantic build so you get the faith song also <3

"three songs" ask set

[sydsplaylistfactory]

Want to discover new music?

The best high there is is discovering and falling in love with new music, whether they're new artists or just new to you.

Last night I was thinking about how much I love making playlists of new and old favorites that share a vibe and thought it might be fun to start making them for strangers, too.

If you're interested in getting a 10-20 song Spotify playlist, shoot me a message with an artist and/or song and/or genre and/or vibe you're looking for and I'll see what I can do! I also love making playlists inspired by fiction, TV shows, movies, books, etc. So if I'm familiar with the work of fiction, I'd be happy to make a playlist for it. And if you need a playlist to indulge a broken heart, cheer you up, dance to, anything like that, I got chu.

I am an elder millennial, with a love for music across decades and genres. It will be easier for me to list the genres I can't do:

Pop- specifically currently/recent pop. It's not that I don't like any pop, it just kind of defeats the purpose of what I'm trying to do. Basically, don't send me T Swift wanting other things like T Swift.

Classical/instrumental- I love classical music. But unless it's Clair de lune, I just don't have the knowledge

Electronic/techno- I love a lot of artists and bands that have an electro inspired sound but, I'm not someone who listens to like Daft Punk or anything like that. I love awesome vocalists and admire creative songwriters so I'm very driven by lyrics when I fall for artists.

I will let you know if your request is out of my wheelhouse. I'm not asking for payment or anything, but will happily accept tips because like a majority of the world, I struggle to get from paycheck to paycheck. But seriously, I'm mostly doing this for my love of music and a desire to share what I love with others.

Ok well, hope we chat soon...love you bye!

[lgcjiho]

⸻ lee jiho : ema audition video

the video starts with just a shot of his fingers moving along the black and white keys of a grand piano. it's a classic song, one that many people would know just from the first listen even if they didn't know the title—clair de lune. he plays through the entire piece as the camera pans out to show who the hands belonged to, his eyes closed as he sways slightly with the melody.

he bows towards the camera to greet the viewers of the video they're going to be watching, waving a little with a shy smile. he doesn't really know what to do with this introduction video because he has somewhat of an important role but he also doesn't want to reveal too much since he wants the viewers to watch the show.

"hello everyone! i'm lee jiho, the president of the music club and i'm recruiting members," he says playfully, winking at the camera, though still not wanting to give away who he is even though he had been given explicit permission to go for it.

it's pretty easy to guess though, he's sure, from the piano piece at the beginning.

he had had a feeling he should kind of be acting like a student body president and had therefore dressed up in the most preppy style he could, with a collared shirt under a sweater vest and fake glasses perched on his nose. he adjusts the glasses a little, straightening out his outfit with a smile before he extends a hand towards the camera.

"would you like to join the music club?"

[cocomanga]

The Sweetest Beat - Set 2

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

CW: JJK AU. Daddy Kink, Noncon, Dubcon, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, NPD Abuse/Trauma

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art Please respect my blog art.

Reader is encouraged to listen to music mentioned for context :)

WC : 9K

<< The Sweetest Beat - Set 1

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TSB - Masterlist ~ AO3 | Wattpad | Playlist

Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

▶ SET 2 Hozier - Too Sweet Good Days - SZA Claire de Lune - Claude Debussy Guess - Lucky Daye Facts - H.E.R. Seigfried - Frank Ocean Stand Still- Sabrina Claudio Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead Good & Plenty (Remix) Masego, Alex Isley, Lucky Daye

"Uuuhgghhhh!! Where are you, Dori!!!" Nobara whined, far too intoxicated to be hanging off of your shoulder.

People continued to spill out of the bar as you stood out front, waiting for Itadori to come back with the car.

"OMG Nobara, you're heavier than you look, girl." you whined back. "We can always take an Uber if he doesn't come back"

"No way! You need to get to that after party asap before one of these thots out here try to take your man!" She said, waving her hands around, motioning to all the girls standing outside the bar. She was so loud.

You covered your face in embarrassment. "Nobara calm the fuck down okay?!" you complained, in a whisper that was also far too loud.

It was pretty obvious they really were waiting for the band to come out. Fortunately for you guys, you knew where they'd be. As long as you didn't just get ditched by your ride. Itadori was supposed to meet you out front and drive you to the location of the after party. You were gonna follow the band, but apparently there are way too many people hanging around for that.

"Where the hell is heeeeee!!!" Nobara wailed, just in time for him to come around the corner WITHOUT the car.

You held your hands out toward Itadori while Nobara clung to your shoulder. "Dude, Seriously? Where's the car?"

"Come with me." Itadori grabbed Nobara from you, propping her up on his back as more people trickled out of the bar gathering at the front door.

Some of them, noticing Itadori, actually began following you as Nobara screamed from his back toward them, "Take y 'all's asses home!" It was kinda hilarious.

You followed him down the street a bit to the side of the building where one of the bouncers waited at the door, cracking it open, motioning for you to hurry as groupies scurried behind you.

"Thanks man!" Itadori said as he pushed you in first.

"I'm here to support you, brother." He turned to address the others, "Sorry girls, now is not your time."

He closes the door, which led to the emergency exit stairwell. you went up 2 flights and through another door back into the building.

He led you down a hall which was full of people.

"Oh my god," you said as you saw them all standing around.

"Yeah", the bouncer chuckled. "They say when the announcement was made online about Megumi bringing the band back home tonight, it went viral in a matter of hours. Most of these people got here too late, but they still wanna see the guys. They have another show here next week though so most of 'em will just have to wait."

"This is great for them, though, right?" You asked, genuinely happy for them that the response was so positive.

"It sure is", Yuji replied, "They'll be rock stars in no time at this rate"

He opened the door to the room where the band sat. "Ill be right outside if you need me, Bro."

"Thanks Todo". Itadori gave him dap as he shut the door behind you.

The room was pretty full. There was a large window directly across from the door that gave a clear view outside the front of the building where tons of people were still standing. There was a couch on the right side of the room, and a love seat directly across from it with a coffee table between them. Alcohol bottles, papers and miscellaneous junk was strewn about on it. Behind the loveseat was a bar counter which also held bottles and such, and had 3 bar stools nestled in front of it.

Behind the counter was a mini kitchen with a sink, cabinets and a fridge where Toge stood, drinking a beer. There was a bathroom door next to the kitchen.

Yuta and Maki sat on the barstools, talking, while Choso sat on the couch with a couple girls you didn't know. Music played in the room as they waited.

Hozier - Too Sweet

A gorgeous woman with long white hair bundled into a gigantic braid stood at the window watching all the commotion outside. "Well, we've still got a bit before he gets here, this crowd will likely thin out a little more by then, so give us a few minutes if you don't mind. We'll get you guys paid as soon as he arrives." … She peeked outside again "There's a lot going on out there so, its just as well. We'll wait it out a bit."

"He texted me. Says he's about 10 minutes away" Itadori responded as he checked his phone. He plopped down with Nobara on the second loveseat which was nestled against the wall next to the door that you entered through. "You okay"? He asked her as she adjusted herself on the seat.

"Yup, I'm good. Just need some water" Nobara leaned back on the couch, looking awfully tired and wasted.

"I got it." Yuta got up from the barstool and grabbed a bottled water that Toge pulled from the fridge.

You went over to sit on the seat across from Choso and his girls. You turned to Yuta, "Thank you." you said as he handed the water to Nobara.

Choso leaned in toward the coffee table to grab his beer. "What did you guys think of the show?" He asked, staring at you while he chugged it."

"Frankly, I thought you guys were fantastic. Your opening blew me away. The fact that you took on Dave Grohl with that level of conviction, and precision, was enough to let us all know you meant business".

Choso squinted with curiosity as he listened to you. "You know Dave Grohl huh?"

"Oh my god, of course" you laughed excitedly, "well, anyone who knows anything about rock should know him. I attended the Taylor Hawkins Tribute concert back in 22. THAT was insane. I actually own all 3 of Nirvana's studio albums, and 5 Foo Fighters."

Choso's head tilted slightly to the right. "Sounds like you got lucky this band just happened to know your playlist".

"Tch", you smirked. In order for you to execute my playlist sir, you'll need to add a couple songs from Janis Joplin, Bjork, Stevie Wonder, Nina Simone and maybe a few more intricate tracks from Thom Yorke under your belt."

He sat there, glaring at you holding a gulp of beer in his mouth as he looked over to Maki, who giggled at him.

"Although", you continued, "your vocals are insane too, Choso. How long have you been singing?"

He gulped his beer and shook his head, "Since I could talk".

You smirked, "Same" and flashed him a smile.

"Looks like the crowd's dispersing a little." the woman reported as she peeked through the curtain again. "Only a matter of time before they get tired of just standing around".

You looked around the room. It seemed everyone was present except... "Um, where's … ?"

A familiar scent lightly filled your nose as he leaned over the loveseat hovering his face a mere 2 inches from yours with a "Hey." He pushed himself up, circled around and plopped down right next to you, his legs stretching out surprisingly far. He lounged back into the seat pushing your thigh with his. He leaned to the left propping his elbow on the arm of the seat, and his head up with his hand as he fidgeted with his hair, leering at you.

You blushed pretty hard as you averted your eyes, turning your head to the right toward Nobara and Yuji. They looked at you like they were "cheesing" for a picture.

Suddenly, a tall blonde figure barges into the room. "See, this is the kind of shit that gets on my nerves."

The woman at the window greets him. "Good to see you made it Mr. Kento".

"Mei." he nodded. "It took too damn long, I'll tell you that. What the hell's going on out there? This is your first night isn't it?" he dropped a thick envelope onto the table in front of Megumi.

"Yup". Megumi grabs it and tucks it away inside one of the many pockets of his cargo pants. "Thanks."

"Cash App?" Toge chimed in.

Maki agreed, "Yeah, seriously".

"I don't have time for that shit." Mr. Kento snapped back. "Do you know how old I am? Use the bank in the morning, Kiddo."

"You have the receipt right, Kento?" Mei asked from the window.

"Yeah", he walked over and handed it to Mei.

"Looks like we all received a pretty penny tonight. We can certainly thank you guys for that." She said.

"We can go now, right?" Maki asked from the bar.

"Yup". Mr. Kento replied. "Lets get the hell outta here".

*~*~*~*~*

After signing a couple autographs for the crowd in the hall with Todo's help, and slinking past the stragglers outside, they managed to get to their van.

You rode with Itadori and Nobara.

Mei had reserved an Airbnb for them for the night. It was gorgeous. 3 bedrooms and a gigantic balcony overlooking the city.

You had never been in one before, and definitely not with a band. Does this officially make you a groupie?

Ugh... god forbid.

And... maybe you were. Megumi's presence certainly seemed to consume you. You felt so nervous around him it was starting to become annoying. Why couldn't you just get over it already? Yeah, he was so goddamn talented. Gorgeous. Sexy. You tried to shake it off. Whatever it was besides all that that made you want him so badly.

You all spread out in the condo finding some relaxing places to lounge while Choso turned on the radio to get some music started:

Good Days - SZA

Most of the night, you'd avoided Megumi's gaze considering the fact that you were still quite drunk, and you didn't wanna make a fool of yourself.

And you damn sure didn't wanna do anything you'd regret.

Or did you?

The guys ordered pizza and you and Nobara got to know the rest of the band. Toge and Yuta were absolute sweethearts, and Maki was just a beautiful badass. As hard as it was for you to deal with the guys in your previous band, you applauded her for not only doing that well, but surpassing them with her talents... well... not all of them.

You sat in the large open kitchen with Nobara, Yuji, Megumi and Toge, while the others sat in the living room discussing where they thought they screwed up at the show.

You turned to Megumi. "Are they serious? I didn't hear any mistakes. but then, I guess I don't know what your intentions were exactly... and I definitely know all too well how to be my own worst critic so I guess I get it."

Nobara chimed in, having slightly sobered up, but not really. "No way. It was perfect. I couldn't imagine having aaaaany issues with that performance. You guys are fuckin' zeniuses."

"That's not the way they see it." Megumi says as he finishes biting into a slice. He looks at you, "yeah, we are our own worst critics, but …" He shakes his head, "complacency can be a detriment to your career. We should probably all be perfectionists within reason. I think it's good to keep pushing forward."

You watched him as he spoke, genuinely impressed by his drive and tenacity. I mean, to do what he's done with this group should take a good portion of each, right?

You thought about how you'd tried so hard for so long and failed at the same. How, you'd hoped that your attempt at reaching your goals had resulted in such success. But that... that kind of thing takes support. Megumi had that, and then some. It was admirable.

You hadn't realized you were staring until Nobara kneed you from under the table. You snapped out of it in time to see him stare back from under his new slice of pizza as he propped it up by his elbow in his hand.

god, I hope he doesn't think I'm being weird …

Or... maybe you were just being a groupie.

Shit.

But the reality is, he sounded like a natural leader. He speaks with such conviction... it only made him even more attractive. You sat across from him at the table, trying not to stare as you rested your head on your fist, eating your slice of pizza. You also couldn't help but notice how he gnawed on his, stopping when he reached the crust, even though it had cheese inside.

Itadori had wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a few more beers. "anybody want one?"

"I'll take one." Nobara reached out her hand.

"No" Itadori refused her.

"Ha! Yeah, No." You chimed in, "You really don't need anymore.... I'll take hers." You reached out to grab it from Dori.

"Heeeey!" Nobara protested. "I'm not that druuuuunk".

Yuji rolled his eyes.

Megumi reached out his hand to take your beer. You gave it to him and he pulled a fancy keychain from his pocket, using it to open your bottle.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome".

Just then, a deep buzzing vibration captured your attention. Megumi's phone rang as it sat face up on the table. He looked at the screen, then looked at you.

Strange.

He picked up the phone with a clear expression of frustration on his face. "What is it?" he answered in monotone. You could hear the voice on the other end. It was a woman. His brow wrinkled as he listened... The first time you'd seen him like that all night. He didn't look happy.

You decided this was a good time to go wash your hands. "I'll be right back", you said to Nobara as you stood, grabbing your beer.

Megumi's eyes immediately followed you the moment you moved, and stayed on you, as he watched you leave the table and disappear into the bathroom.

You leave the bathroom after washing your hands and brushing your teeth with one of the little disposable toothbrushes left in a basket, cleaning up any lingering garlic from the pizza.

I'm loving this Airbnb thing. I'll have to try this again alone sometime, or with my bestie.

You'd finished off your beer while you were in the bathroom before you brushed, and without a doubt, you were definitely drunk. Probably not as drunk as Nobara for sure, but still.

She was sprawled out on the couch under a blanket, while the others played poker at the kitchen table. Toge had gotten on the piano, playing:

Claire de Lune - Claude Debussy

Beautifully, too.

You weren't up for a card game, especially since it looked a little too serious for you at the moment. It was nice and breezy outside, so you decide to slip past everyone and get some much needed fresh air, and maybe take a look off the balcony.

There was a large double door with tall floor to ceiling windows on each side leading to it. As you opened it, the fresh air blasted past you. You walk over to the edge and look out toward the city. The view was beautiful. You were on the 16th floor of the building. The street and nightlife lights glistened like neon confetti and extended out as far as you could see. It felt so good to have some fresh air.

How many drinks did you have again?

You took another look at the iron railing on the balcony and noticed its quite sturdy and tall, so you felt safe enough to relax a bit out there. The breeze was amazing. The weather was perfect. You decided to free yourself from the confines of the boots you wore all night.

You look down at the ground and noticed the slightly sparkling blush colored concrete was beautifully smooth. You bend over to remove your shoes, rubbing your toes on the hard ground. The cool temperature was a stark contrast to how hot your body was feeling from the drinks.

It was all so wonderful. Toge was a beautiful pianist. You felt so relaxed and free. You had an amazing night with some exceptional people, with whom you felt perfectly safe. You grabbed the railing of the balcony with your hands, stretched out your arms and leaned back, turning your face up to the night sky that mimicked the lights on the ground. You inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs as the breeze caressed your skin and wafted through your hair.

"Does it feel good?" Megumi's voice startled you... again. You turned to see him standing just to the left of the door, leaning against the wall. The balcony was designed on a curvature, a half moon shape of sorts. To the left and the right of the large entrance were blind spots, shielding anyone standing there from the inside. You didn't see him.

You turned to face him with a warm smile, grabbing the balcony railing from behind your back. "I thought you were still inside." you giggled playfully, your head swaying to the side as you pushed and pulled yourself against the railing, rubbing your calf muscle with your toes. 

The high altitude caused the wind to catch your hair in its gusts, upwards across the balcony. Your eyes were heavily hooded, and you continued to giggle, likely due to a mixture of exhaustion and alcohol.

"No, I'm not inside yet..."

Megumi's figure was shrouded in the shadow that paralleled the harsh light glaring from inside the building. His features made him appear even more mysterious as he stood there quietly in the dark, watching you. His head was pushed back against the wall and his bottom lip disappeared into his mouth as his eyes took you in. He crossed his legs as his hands pressed down into his pockets.

You leaned back against the railing, stretching your arms outward along the top as he watched, grounding yourself as you slid your palms against the cool metal, yet allowing unspoken words and the feeling of his gaze to consume you. He had such a strong presence. His energy bordered on intimidating. But these moments were becoming addictive.

As his dark eyes traveled up and down your beautifully curved silhouette, you imagined what his touch is like. Are his hands warm? His arms strong? If he touched you, would he be gentle? Or rough? You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them against themselves.

Your gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips. As you slid subtly into hypnosis, you imagined his kiss. Your lips parted ever so slightly as your tongue peeked out from the corner of your mouth. Your body clenched from your core.

Megumi missed nothing.

You averted your gaze as you took a deep breath, which seemed to catch in your throat. Snap out of it. You told yourself as you turned slowly back around lifting your chin toward the sky, allowing the wind to supply more air to your lungs since for a moment, you had forgotten to breathe.

Just … deep breaths...

Probably just the alcohol.

Another deep breath.

Another song played from inside:

Guess - Lucky Daye

You supported your weight on our elbows as you leaned over the railing, just a touch. Yes, it was a way for you to distract yourself from Megumi's gaze, but it also granted him a slight peek up your skirt.

You could feel his eyes on you...

They felt so good...

That tangible gaze.

You really wanted him. And wondered if he wanted you.

Megumi's quiet footsteps approached slowly … the closer his steps, the stronger the sensation of his presence. Like a thick, comfortable blanket being wrapped around your shoulders. He stopped just shy of your back, mere inches away, yet close enough for you to feel his body heat.

You closed your eyes, allowing the sensation of his presence envelop you, as a faint shudder moved through your body.

Another deep breath.

He leaned in close to your left ear, reaching up to brush strands of your hair from your neck, pushing them behind your shoulder. Your skin burned hot where he'd touched. You enjoyed the tingling sensation over you skin, the goosebumps pressing forward, as his fingers glided across the nape of your neck, then down your arm. He gripped the railing of the balcony with one hand on either side of you, and leaned in even closer to your ear.

His warmth tickled your neck as he whispered. "You..." he began before taking a breath, "are so fucking beautiful". He took a step closer, lightly pressing his body against yours, trapping you between him and the railing. His right hand glided across your waist as he wrapped you up tightly in his arm.

His left hand slid down your thigh as he gripped the bottom of your skirt into a rumpled ball, lifting it up above your panty line as he pressed his bare palm against your flesh. You shudder as it curves around your inner thigh, his thumb pressing in, just close enough to your center to force a moan from your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your head spun as his familiar scent clouded your senses.

He grips your thigh firmly in his large hand, as his right arm pulls you closer. "Don't leave tonight. Stay with me." Your body trembled, overwhelmed by the feeling of his large, hard outline on your back, and the sound of his sensual voice vibrating in your ear.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as your eyes slowly opened to the night horizon taking in every sensation, the colors, the breeze, his touch. You fell under a heavy daze as he held you firmly his embrace.

"We..." you began, shaking your head slightly, in an attempt to clear your head of the haze. "...we just met... I c-"

Your words cut off as his hand reached up to grip your neck, turning your head towards him. His lips pressed against yours. Soft, and warm. He slowly parted them, the same air passing between you, as he slipped his tongue inside, his taste laced with Guinness.

You melted into his kiss, opening your mouth wider as if offering yourself up to him. The feeling of his hand gripping your thigh as his tongue caressed your lips and mouth sent shivers up and down your spine. Your legs trembled as if they'd give out from underneath you.

Megumi deepened the kiss, bending his knees to allow you easier access. Your hips began to move on their own pressing you harder against him as his thumb inched closer to your core.

His touch was better than anything you had imagined. More sensual, more passionate.

Suddenly, you hear laughter coming from the inside the building, growing louder as they moved toward the balcony.

Megumi grabs your wrist, pulling you toward the shadowy area he stood in. The far side of the balcony curved even deeper inward, creating a nook that rendered you practically invisible. The light from the entrance didn't reach it at this angle, and neither did the moonlight.

He guided your body as you turned around and, taking a couple steps back, you were stopped by the wall. His body was solid and strong as he pressed it against you.

The voices continued on the inside of the building, as they hadn't quite made it outside, yet another vibe floated on the airwaves:

Facts - H.E.R.

You were suddenly glad you didn't allow yourself to get so wasted you'd forget this. Yet, you were still feeling silly... dizzy... and this man was just the escape your lowered inhibitions needed. You wanted him to take advantage of this situation. Maybe even of you.

Tch... you really were a groupie.

Nevertheless... you wanted him... since the moment you saw him, you wanted him. If he weren't in this band... you'd want him. If you saw him at the fucking grocery store... you'd want him.

But... you want him past just tonight, right?

The door to the balcony flung open.

"Where the hell did they goooooooow?" Nobara was super loud, whining about finding you.

"Who knows?" Itadori replied as he held her on piggyback for the second time tonight. "They're adults. They'll figure it out. She's safe here."

"She better be, Tuzory! .. You know I'll - kick your ass and his if she isn't! - I still zon't want her to be pissed at me if I leave... I'm so tired!!"

Megumi kept his left elbow propped against the wall to the right of your head as he looked behind him, keeping watch to see if they'd notice you in the corner. You stared up at his face, marveling at how attractive he was. You could see the beating of his pulse in his neck, his skin there, appearing so soft and smooth. You couldn't help but touch it. You slowly lifted your right hand and traced the tendons in his neckline with your fingers from his jaw down to the base .

His eyes closed as he felt the sensation of your touch. He turned and looked down at you. His eyes traveling all around your skin, as if searching for the best place to touch you first. He lifted his hand up to your neck again, holding it in a firm grip. He lifted your chin with his thumb, turning your head as he leaned in to your right ear.

He rubbed his nose against your earlobe, then slid his lips down to the base of your neck, where he planted two open-mouthed kisses, his tongue making first impact.

"Well, Megumi's missing too, so I'd bet they're probably together somewhere."

As he kissed you, he pressed his right leg between your thighs. You could feel his hardness against you as your legs now straddled one of his. He pressed his body even closer to yours, grinning into your neck as he lifted his leg, grinding it against your middle ... you let out another soft moan as your body trembled and your hands gripped the sides of his tee.

"Together where, though? I'm so fucked up I didn't see where she went! I'm a terrible friend!"

Megumi quickly wrapped his hand around your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans, his head still buried in the crook of your neck. His tongue making long strokes across your skin as you fought to avoid giving away your secret place.

"Oh my god, babe... its ok. Its Megumi. It's not like we don't know him. She's in good hands. He'll take care of her, don't worry. And I'll take care of you."

Megumi's touch was extremely sensual. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slid his tongue from the base of your neck up to your earlobe and sucked. It felt so good, you almost came.

"Fine lets go... then I'll just have to text her and make sure sh-"

Her voice trailed off as she disappeared back into the building.

Your body continued to tremble as Megumi released his hold on your mouth. He rested his hand at the base of your neck, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "You like this don't you?" He grabbed your chin turning your head to meet his gaze. All color but pink had flushed from your cheeks. Your eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated. Your breaths hitched. Your thoughts had become completely clouded. Yes, you were drunk, but yes, you wanted him. You wanted what he was doing to you. It felt fucking amazing and you needed more.

Megumi smirked, "Yeah. You're staying with me."

Damn you, groupie.

He leaned in and spoke into your mouth through your parted lips... "you're so sweet out there." he tilted his head, "but... you're a bad girl aren't you?" he opened his mouth and, maintaining eye contact, pursed his lips around your bottom lip, sucking it slowly as he pulled away. "mmm... I've got something for you".

His kisses were absolutely fucking delicious. He massaged your tongue with his, sucking your lips in intervals. His lips were so soft, and his tongue warm, gliding lusciously across your skin.

You wanted him to do it. Whatever he was planning, you'd grant him VIP access. The level of sensuality he's displayed to you is off the charts, and you wanted nothing more than to be his special, obedient little groupie.

*~*~*~*~*

The lights were dimmed inside, and the only bodies you could see were Toge and Yuta. Itadori and Nobara had gone.

Megumi opened the door and sauntered in. Toge was passed out on one side of the large sectional couch. "Everything ok?"

"What happened to you? We couldn't find you guys. You were on the balcony that whole time?" Yuta asked as he laid sprawled across the other portion of the sectional, watching TV under a blanket.

"Yup" Megumi replied with a mischievous grin. "Where's Choso?"

Yuta pointed to one of the room doors. "He took the girls in that room. Maki passed out in the small one. We figured you'd want that one". he said, nodding toward the master suite.

"Thanks".

You mouthed the words "Thank you" to Yuta as you followed Megumi inside the large bedroom.

Yuta winked at you. "G'night".

You felt totally refreshed.

"Thanks for letting me shower". You said to Megumi as you emerged from the bathroom which was nestled in the master suite.

"Of course. Here you go." He handed you a clean folded tee and a pair of boxers.

"Are you sure about this? I can just sleep in the robe". It felt so weird being there like that.

I mean, just you.

You'd been introduced to him by Itadori … and only knew Yuji by Nobara... and they didn't stay.

"No, its ok. don't worry about anything. Please. There's a laundry in here. I'll put your clothes in." Megumi always seemed to speak in a relaxed tone... he had a way of making you feel comfortable. But frankly, you wondered if that was simply because that's just how he was and really had nothing to do with you.

"Oh, okay... Thank you." you took the clothing out of his hand. As he turned toward the bathroom, you felt the need to speak up. "Um..." Megumi stopped and turned to you with curious eyes. "I'm feeling … kinda strange being here... I really don't want to impose, or give the wrong impression..."

He raised his eyebrows, "You're doubting yourself now.?"

"Uh... No, its just..."

"You're doubting me?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, "No... I... " you took a deep breath, looked down, and shook your head as you fidgeted with the neck of the tee he gave you.

He stared at you for a few seconds, then stepped towards you, sandwiching your hands and the clothes between his. "I want you here." He gently grabbed your chin and lifted up your head. "But... if you don't want to be here, I'll take you home".

Such a sweetheart. And so smooth.

He grabbed each of your arms, and looked you square in the eyes. "Hear me when I say this. I don't just want you here. I want you, here."

You slowly nodded, blushing as you looked down at his hand on yours. A warm smile forming on your lips.

What a charmer.

And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

You removed your robe, slipped on the shorts and put on the tee. It was terribly oversized, but very comfortable. It smelled like soap and incense.

The room was enormous and had minimalist bohemian décor. The walls were painted black, and had one large window that spanned the full length of the wall on your side of the bed. the bathroom was on the other side, along with the door that led to the living room. There was a 65" on the oak dresser opposite the foot of the bed, and various modern paintings were hung on the walls, in addition to houseplants, including a large 7ft Bird of Paradise posted near the bed. The headboard was vintage iron with an intricate design, and above the headboard was a large macramé piece laid on beautiful white driftwood. It was gorgeous. And cozy.

His fragrance wafting up from your borrowed shirt only made you feel more comfortable. The white goose down blankets and pillows were cool to the touch and plush. The fibers of the carpet felt soft under your toes. You opened the curtains and wooden blinds, and cracked the window slightly to let some of the evening breeze that you enjoyed earlier come in. The moonlight was beautiful as it shone brightly on the bed. there was a Bluetooth speaker in the room, so you programmed it to play your favorite relaxing playlist,

You laid there sprawled out on the bed, waiting for Megumi. As anxious and excited as you were to get close to him, your heavy eyes and your body's exhaustion seemed to win the contest...

*~*~*~*~*

When your eyes opened again, it was completely dark in the room except for the moonlight. You felt relatively well rested, and you had sobered up some, but you checked your watch to see that it was now 4am. Megumi was sound asleep next to you on the bed, one of your favorite songs played quietly in the background:

Seigfried - Frank Ocean

Damn. You thought.

It's official. He's perfect.

You turned his direction, laying your head on your hands. The moon glowed softly across his skin, his eyelashes casting a small shadow on his cheeks. His lips looked soft, and you were reminded of those amazing kisses he gave you earlier. He was so beautiful.

You watched as his chest moved up and down, air being supplied to his lungs, his breathing soft and light. You remembered how heavy his breathing was as he played at the show. How hard he worked. He must be exhausted.

However...

I'm here with him.

you thought...

Maybe he won't mind...

you thought.

Just a little... I mean, he asked me to stay here...

He made a move earlier...

you thought...

He's so perfect... but...

I'm not.

You shifted closer to him under the blanket. You got so close, his bicep rested between your breasts as you clung to him. His arm was so firm. So warm. So strong. The arms of a drummer. The length of his arm stretched as far down as the middle of your thigh. You lifted your left leg, covering it as you inched closer. You rested your head on his shoulder, and slowly lifted your leg to prop it up over his body. your knee brushed against it.

His... dick. A faint shudder went through your body.

He had fallen asleep in his boxers and a white tee. You extended your leg down gliding it against his bare skin. He didn't have his pants on now. It felt amazing being this close to him. Touching him.

I wonder if he'll be pissed at me.

You were close before, but... not like this. It was nothing like this.

The feeling of his warm, muscular arm between your breasts was comforting to say the least. You could feel the curves of his muscles against your soft skin. His forearm which extended between your legs was now brushing up against your middle. Your breathing was becoming heavier.

You'd better be careful.

His breathing remained peaceful and steady.

He must have been extremely exhausted.

You reached your hand over and laid it gently on his chest, your fingers rising and falling over every curve of his muscular torso. You moved your hand downward, gliding it up and down his abdomen and his right arm, as his left arm was buried under your body.

Your hands explored slightly past his lower abdomen. As you begin to lift up his shirt, a wave of excitement takes over... More bare skin. You retraced all the places on his chest that you touched above his shirt... Aaaahh... the friction created from skin on skin ... felt so sensual. His was so smooth...

I hope he doesn't wake up.

I'll be so embarrassed...

but... he feels so good.

I'm just massaging him, right?

We're both adults.... and he invited me to sleep here...

If I hadn't passed out...

Another beautiful song:

Stand Still- Sabrina Claudio

"just a little more..." you whispered, under your breath.

Your hand traveled lower toward his abdomen, rubbing across his abs juuuuuust under the band of his boxers... you bit your bottom lip, closing your eyes as your hand inched lower... you began grinding your body, your breasts and your middle, against his strong arm that was nestled between your breasts and your thighs as he lay there asleep.

He felt so fucking good.

damnit... if only he would finish me off...

Your thoughts growing hazy as you whined to yourself like a child.

… Fuck, I want him...

Avoiding the risk of pulling too hard at the band of his boxers, you lift your hand to explore over his shorts...

I just wanna see... what its like...

You could feel his steady breathing under your head as you rested it further on his chest... your hand moved down lower... he was soft... but... you moved it down lower...

You could feel the tender muscle under your fingertips,

soft, and … supple...

He...

is pretty big.

And he's not even hard...

You squeezed it a bit between your fingers, then you cupped it with your hand and .... he's getting bigger....

… he's

… also not breathing the same...

you froze....

His hand gripped your thigh from between your legs.

… Shit! …

Your eyes screwed shut as your face scrunched into a grimace. You raised your head up slowly, and averted your eyes the second they reached his face.

He was wide awake.

Fucking groupie.

"Oh my god... Megumi... I'm sorry"

… Mostly …

… you backed off as you turned beet red, completely avoiding eye contact. Now it really was time to go. You turned to leave the bed...

He quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you back, up against his chest, almost completely on top of him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear. His smile, almost making your heart stop.

His cock was now almost fully erect.

wtf? You thought, as it grazed you slightly.

You still wanted to die though.

"I really am sorry." You whispered, "I don't know what I was thi-."

"I know what you were thinking" Megumi's eyes darkened as he held your arm firmly, keeping you from escaping. "you really are a bad girl, aren't you?"

Embarrassment blended with arousal, and seared through your veins as you mustered up the courage to look him in the eye. Half terrified, half excited... You spoke just above a whisper... "and... what if I am"?

Megumi's eyes widened. After a long pause, he responded with a perfectly blank stare. "Bad girls … get punished".

As he uttered those words, It felt as if your heart skipped several beats, and thumped deep into your chest, your breathing quickening. "Then... I am a bad girl." you said, your gaze glued to his.

Megumi cut his eyes at you. He averted his gaze for a moment, forcing a smirk away as it formed on his mouth. "You want to be puni-?" …

"Yes." you replied, before he finished.

He leered at you as he slowly shook his head, rubbing his mouth with his hand, gliding his index & middle fingers across his lips. "Now I know why you wanted to leave. You weren't worried about me. You were worried about you."

You looked away as your face flushed red. Your brow furrowed at the sound of that harsh revelatory statement.

"But I already told you, didn't I?" he leaned in, still gripping your arm, mere centimeters from your ear, "I've got something for you". He planted one of his juicy kisses on your earlobe.

Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead

He reached up and grabbed you by the neck, his grip a little more firm this time. His right leg wedged between your thighs again, but now, you could feel his cock as he hovered over you. He was rock hard. And fucking huge.

He forced you on your back as he drew closer. "I'm more than happy to give you what you want". His thumb slowly grazed across your bottom lip, and he suddenly slipped it into your mouth sliding it around your wet tongue. He watched your face as your arousal became more intense, goading him on.

With a mischievous grin, he released your neck, his face following his hands as he slid them down your body. He gripped the hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly to reveal your beautifully supple skin. He kissed your belly as he raised your shirt over your breasts, blocking your line of sight.

Your hands grasped the headboard and you squirmed underneath him, suddenly feeling the warm sensation of his tongue gliding across your nipple. He pursed his lips around it, sucking hard. His body was heavy and solid, pinning you to the bed. You squeezed your legs together as your hips began to move on their own.

He responded by pressing harder against you, stimulating your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter... you moaned even louder as your back formed an arch against him. You could hear the sounds of his sucking and kissing from the slickness of his tongue as he alternated between your breasts.

He lifted your shirt up higher removing it, revealing your expression.

Your face flushed as red painted your cheeks. You continued to writhe underneath him as your breathing hitched through parted lips. You closed your eyes and turned to bury your face in your arm.

Megumi grabbed your face, leaning into it, turning it towards him. His dick was thick and heavy as it rested on your thigh. "Mm-mhm … you don't get to hide. Let me see that pretty face you're making". He urged, planting another open-mouthed kiss on your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth, massaging yours more aggressively than before. His lips sucked yours repeatedly with wet caresses.

His tongue drove you crazy. You were so hot for him you couldn't think straight. And after that little fiasco of yours, now, he knew it.

"Today's lesson: Be careful what you ask for." He reached for the tee he took off of you, ripped a strip from the bottom and tied it to your wrists. He lifted them, tying them to the headboard.

His large hands traveled from your wrists and slid down the length of your arms. As they reached your breasts, and he cupped and groped them, twirling your nipples around his thumbs as he squeezed.

His hands, god, his hands... The calloused hands of a drummer. The contrast between the rugged roughness of them, against the soft, supple skin of your breasts made you feel so sexy.

It was so stimulating, It made you want to scream. Your body trembled and squirmed. Your moans came out in waves petitioning for more. His name dripped from your lips... "M-Megumi …"

He stopped suddenly...

No... Why did he stop? "Wha-?"

He leaned in close to your ear, grazing it with his lips, his cock pressing against your middle, teasing your clit. "Say it again."...

"What?"

"My name. Say it again".

… "Megumi..." You felt his dick twitch between your legs your leg.

His pupils dilated as he excitedly took in the expression of need on your face... "you know... I wanted you from the very first moment I saw you. I thought, 'you're so beautiful' … and so sweet." He gripped your jaw once more, whispering into your mouth. "Sweet voice... Sweet lips..." He kissed them again, "Sweet body..."

"But when I saw the way you watched me from the bar... the fire in your eyes, the way your body moved when you looked at me... I wanted to make you cry."

He continued, seduction dripping from his lips, "I wanted to see you writhe as I slid my rock hard cock between your thighs. I wanted to make that sweet girl scream for me."

It suddenly became much harder to breathe. A deep tremor erupted from your core, your chest rising and falling hard as his deep voice and hot breath tickled your ear.

Megumi slowly pressed his lips to yours, then lowered his hands, to remove your shorts, a wet line stretching from them to your core as he pulled them off.

"Wow," a smirk formed on his lips, "you're drenched".

You turned your head again, closing your eyes.

He turned your face toward him again. "I told you not to hide that from me". He slid his right hand down your body, slipping it between your legs, massaging your hot center slowly with his four fingers. "Aaaah, you're so fucking wet for me" he rubbed faster... "I love seeing you like this. I wanna see more..."

"Haaa-aaah!" Your moans grew louder as his now slick fingers glided across your wet core. Your hips began to move against his hand, jerking as he teased your sensitive, throbbing clit.

Megumi kept his face close to yours as if recording your every emotional response as he fondled your folds. "You gonna cum for me sweetness?" He then plunged his two middle fingers deep inside your hole as he watched your face twist in erotic agony.

Your jaw dropped into a silent scream as your eyes fluttered shut. Your head pressed back into the pillows, your body convulsed, clenching tight around him with your back arched, your legs flailing around as you released all over his hand.

"aaah... yeah... that's it..." Megumi grunted and moaned in your ear as he watched you come, his eyes screwed shut as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His long thick fingers stayed plugged inside your heat as your body shook. He curled his hand around your pubic bone, pressing his palm against your swollen, sensitive clit.

As you continued to pour over him, seeping on to the bed, he pulled his fingers from your opening and lifted them to his mouth sucking them as he held your gaze. "god, you are so fucking sweet". He laid his hand on your quivering thigh, the vibration making him even harder as he heightened his own experience from witnessing yours.

You felt like you would lose your mind. Or maybe you had already. Your body continued to tremble even after he'd removed his hand from your core. Your hitched breathing and stifled moans echoed in your own ears as your vision vaguely settled onto his beautiful face.

He whispered. "Wow..." His brow wrinkling as he tilted his head, "You're still feeling it aren't you?" Megumi watched as you trembled uncontrollably. "You really are something..." he continued, "But guess what, sweetness?"

He kissed your lips and whispered, "I'm something else".

Megumi shifted his body, positioning himself onto a kneel between your legs. You could see his enormous horizontal print carved into the fabric of his boxers, the area at his tip, soaked.

"You were curious, right?" He said as his hand gripped his cock over his shorts. He removed them slowly, a makeshift striptease that had your heart pounding out of your chest; the strong urge to look away tugging against your desire.

The band of his boxers struggled over his thickness, releasing it as it finally slid past the length. He was so big, you were embarrassed to look. You tuned your head again into your other arm, shying away from the sight, yet dying to feel him.

"You did this to me." he leaned back in to you and kissed you softly on your cheek. "And now you have to take responsibility."

His tongue slid down your neck and chest, traveling to your breast bone, the trail of saliva leaving a cool sensation in its wake as he made his way lower. His kisses peppered your breasts, his large calloused hands gripping them as he buried his face in between.

Before him, you had never felt kisses so sensual, so decadent. Your skin seemed to melt like hot wax under his lips and tongue as they danced gracefully along the supple skin of your breasts. And the sound... the soft, wet, quiet smacks and sucking, the sensations were enough to drive you wild.

Megumi really was more than you imagined he'd be. And you could not get enough of him. His face traveled lower toward your belly, his hands continuing to squeeze and press your breasts as his thumbs tweaked your sensitive nipples.

His amazing hands... rough, yet so gentle, caressed your skin as they slid down, firmly gripping your waist. His thumbs massaged circles around your smooth belly, his tongue tickling your button.

Good & Plenty - (Remix) Masego, Alex Isley, Lucky Daye

Blended into the atmosphere as he lifted his face, making eye contact with a glance and a sly grin. His his hands moved lower still, between your legs, avoiding your center. They curled around your inner thigh, pressing them outward and down. His thumbs pulled your folds to each side, widening your opening.

Megumi pursed his soft lips into a large "O" around your sex, his slick tongue flattening against your slit as he licked slowly upward from your hole to your hood, kissing then sucking your clit as he reached the top, repeating his motion over... and over... and over.

His hair tickled your lower belly and thighs. His head swayed to each side as his tongue glided smoothly across your slick heat. Low groans vibrated in his throat as he continued gathering your wetness and fucking your opening repeatedly with his tongue.

You wailed in pleasure pulling desperately against the headboard as you remained bound, up top by your wrists and below by Megumi's firm grip on your thighs.

As the sensations overwhelmed him, he shifted the position of his arms, wrapping them under your thighs in a full muscular lock, as he pressed his mouth harder into your center, sinking his tongue deeper into your hole. He bucked his hips forward into the mattress as he edged, his arms shaking almost violently against you.

His groans, his strong muscles flexing around your legs, you could tell he was close, peaking just from the taste and feel of your sex.

The thought of it made you even wetter as you edged. His moans were music to your ears, revealing his thirst. It brought you to the point of no return as you cried out in desperation, warning him of the impending wave driven by sheer erotic fervor.

"Mmmm... come sweetness... Come all over me."

A shockwave overtook you as your back arched into his mouth. You convulsed and trembled vigorously as you released, your head going completely cloudy, your eyes screwed shut. Your body tremored head to toe as you gasped for breath.

Megumi lifted himself up, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand as he leaned in for a kiss, sharing your arousal.

He lowered his weight onto your body, whispering in your ear, his fingers running softly through your hair. "You're even more beautiful when you cum..." His eyes searched your face lecherously, patiently waiting for some semblance of coherence... "Just a little more..." He said, echoing your words from earlier, when he was supposed to be asleep.

He reached down and gripped his shaft, sliding the head around your oversensitive clit, teasing, then pressing it down between your slick folds. Then, with inexplicable ease, he sank halfway in past your swollen entrance. You wailed in ecstasy, clenching as you feel him pause before reaching the hilt.

Megumi's breaths became deep and staggered as he waited to claim you fully, calming himself down before finishing the job. He pressed his arms down against the sides of your body, as he lay on top of you, slipping his hands under you, to grip your ass firmly.

You turned to look into his eyes, breathless. The second you made eye contact, he pressed his throbbing cock further inside, stretching you to your limit as he climbed to the top of your walls. You gasped as he continued to watch your face. Your erotic, pained expressions exciting him all the more, his dick, throbbing inside.

"That's what you wanted, right?" He breathed, pressing in deeper with a ragged groan without waiting for an answer. "fuck, baby you're so tight."

A slightly painful, yet overwhelmingly sensual wave of ecstasy gripped you. He felt incredible. You've never been so satisfied, so full. You became more comfortable with his size by the second, your lips quivering as his warm body continued to envelop you.

"You feel so fucking good." Megumi slowly rocked his hips, grinding his cock into your sweltering heat. "Open up a little more for me."

You obediently spread your legs wider, relaxing your floor to welcome him as he slowly began to pound his length in and out of your pulsing core, his shaft massaging your walls, throbbing, and pressing, searching for that special sweet spot.

He reached up to grip the headboard for leverage, his right hand wrapped tightly around your neck as his muscles flexed and the veins in his arms came into view.

"Aaahhh" he breathed, "just like that..." His tongue flicked out, gliding slowly across your neck, "Yeah", he hissed. "I'll teach you to be a good girl for me."

With heavily hooded eyes, you watched him hovering over you as he continued to rock his hips, you, and the bed at a steady pace, beating into you like a bass drum, his hand firm around your neck, locking into eye contact, his lips parted slightly as he released stifled breaths. He's here. Fucking the living shit out of you, like you knew he could. Like only he could.

You could feel your climax surging from deep inside you as his dark blue eyes burned into yours. Megumi fucked his cock into you again, and again, and again, as the same air exchanged between you and you both edged toward release.

He had successfully claimed your body and your heart as he dripped sweat onto your cheek, the droplets mimicking the clear salty fluid that slowly filled your eyes, seeping from the corners, tickling your face as they fell.

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Set 3 Preview: You could hardly contain your gasp as you saw him. You blushed hard and licked your lips again, your core clenched so tightly you rubbed your thighs together as you body tingled all over. You turned away, gently rubbing the nape of your neck.

Megumi missed nothing. "You're hiding from me again." He scolded. I told you not to do that. You like what you see?"

Your heart pounded hard in your chest as you replied softly, "Yes."

"Then why don't you be a good girl and show me how much you like it?" ...

(My ADHD had me editing this repeatedly... XD)

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[kawia-renka]

May I request Kris with a S/O who plays the violin and asks them to play Claire de Lune, La Mer, Fly Me to The Moon, and Fukashigi no Carte?

Kris With An S/O Who Plays The Violin

❝ I'm fairly sure Kris knew how to play the piano, but I wasn't sure whether I should've included that here. Also, in cause you didn't know, I have never played the violin! So I don't know much about them,that's why I couldn't really write it as more detailed I guess TwT ❞

• Once you mentioned you played the violin, Kris was already interested. It may not have seemed like it, but they wanted to one day hear you play something. If you wanted to.

• And when you played on the violin, they listened closely. Not that they weren't quiet before, but now they were completely silent.

• They're fairly sure they've heard some of that music in Miss Alphys's class.

• After you're done performing, Kris starts clapping. They give you a thumbs up and slightly smile. They're actually very impressed, and proud of you.

• Well, they did enjoy listening to it, especially since you were playing it. It's like a live concert.

• They'll also ask if you know any other songs. Maybe something from a video game?

• You're clearly very talented.

[anna1306]

Poly!Lost Boys x a reader who loves classical music? Maybe reader prefers it over rock music? I’d love to know how the boys feel about that

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader who loves classical music

- They wouldn't know it until they're at your house, I think. I mean, that is if you don't show your displeasure at their music. If you're just indifferent to rock music, they would find out at your place

- You take them to your room, showing them around. Dwayne is looking at your surroundings, Marko look through your wardrobe (not that you gave him permission, but he has seen you in the least appropriate looks, so...), David sat on your bed, feeling the most at home. Paul...

- Paul finds the recorder. He presses play almost immediately, not even looking through the tapes. The room got filled with soft piano. Marko makes "aaaw" sound, while Dwayne smiles a little. You, being busy fighting with Marko for your shorts, blushes a little. Paul looks through your tapes and pouts.

- Babe, you have only... Classical?

- Don't whine, come here you lanky ass

- Marko distracts himself from your wardrobe and jumps to him, hugging the blonde and swaying with him in dance moves. Paul doesn't mind, hugging him back.

- Sounds good, princex. Can't remember what this is... - Dwayne comes to you, hugging you softly. You are still blushing a bit, but smiles. His words reassures you a little.

- Debussi, Claire de Lune...

- Yes, exactly, - Dwayne humms and kisses you on the neck. You look over to David and he smiles a little, watching over you and still dancing blonds.

- All in all they don't care. Be who you are, like what you like, it's you! They liked you not for the looks or love to rock music, but because of many itsy-bitsy tiny things that make the whole you.

- They would bring you couple of the tapes they have with classical and even put some in their collection in the cave, just so you can put on something you like (not always, they still like rock, but sometimes).

- Marko would like more vivid compositions like The Suites from Carmen or some of Tchaikovsky. But he still prefers rock. He listens to classical just to dance with you or to vibe, when he's busy with birds.

- Paul wouldn't mind, but... Don't make him choose between classic music and rock. He would blast metal just to get his point across and bite anyone who would go near the recorder. So yeah... He is interested in mix though, like symphony rock (don't know whether or not that was a thing in the 80s, but I love it). And when he's high, put Vivaldi and his Seasons of the year, he would tell you about what he imagine, believe me, it's worth it (if you watched The Intouchables, the scene, when they listen to the classic while being high, something like that).

- Dwayne loves it. It's a great change of the weather for a little bit, as there is too much noise in the cave. So don't be surprised, if Dwayne would crowl in you room at night just to turn on some music, relax and cuddle with you. And don't even start on taking a relaxing bath with him with some Shopin or Debussi playing on the record. And yes, he likes to dance with you too. But unlike Marko, more of a waltz like music.

- I have a thought that David can play at least piano. If he's truly as old as he's telling you, he definitely can do this. So he knows most of the compositions you turn on. He wouldn't dance with you. He wouldn't get high to listen to the music. Hell, he prefers more of a dark ones, like In the hall of a mountain king. But to cuddle with you in your nest at the cave with some quiet music playing? Yes, please. (Also I believe he saved a piano at the cave, so when you hear some music at night from the tunnels - it's him)

- If you even can play something - they're hooked. Violin, flute, piano - doesn't matter. You can play something to get Marko's mind of off things and calm him down. Paul plays on his guitar, and you on your instrument - that's the mix he was talking about. Dwayne just watches you and adores how concetrated you look. And David would also play with you (bonus if you play piano, you can sit together).

- They are understanding and aren't trying to change your favourite things. If you don't try and bring theirs down that is. Like you do you, we do us, but then let's do us together some time...

[jamespotterthefirst]

Hope you’re having a lovely day today! I’ve got some questions for you regarding Ethan and Lilac <3

As a music lover, I’m curious about their music taste. If they were in charge of the music anywhere, what would play? What’s in their respective playlists and what are their favorite songs?

Amiga, gracias!

And oh boy... I love music but I'm all over the place. I imagine Lilac's taste to be very similar. She listens to most genres in both English and Spanish.

For fun, I created a playlist for both of them. They're about to cook together and have dinner so this is what's playing. They both had to say yes to every single song (which was hard for Lilac because this man is so hard to please... Except in bed)

I don't have spodify lmao so YT music it is

Lilac wanted Harry Styles and Taylor Swift on there but Ethan said no. She even offered favors... Still a no lol. Though a weaker no.

She almost said no opera just to get back at him but she's not that mean lol

He loves the spanish songs she picks

She picked Claire de Lune as a tribute to Twilight. The poor man has no idea.

Nobody tell him

[kookiecrumb]

All-State notes: Lunch Break 1/14

Why would I want to study music?

Claire de Lune - Debussy.

Community.

If you love something enough, you'll learn everything about it with passion. You will work make it better however difficult it may be. You'll go to great lengths to perform, learn, and create music that impacts people in a way that's intangible to any of us.

The body, mind, soul, and voice.

The energies that are carried in our bodies, our vessels, is warmth, unity, and light. In order to make music, the ability to make the connection between those who make music is essential.

To make music together is to have a sense of comradery with one another.

In a world where division seems to be shutting down, changing rapidly so that enjoyment of such a thing as music is rapidly becoming a luxury, there is unity through song.

I'm listening to my choir mates singing "a thousand miles," surrounding a piano being played by one of the orchestra kids. They're not taking it seriously. They're laughing and chanting the words through scattered chuckles.

The pianist transitions to the theme of "Howls Moving Castle," a piece that holds cultural significance in our generation for its beauty.

He now plays "Dancing With Another Man," by Bruno Mars, to which I proudly sing at the top of my lungs as I check into the rehearsal room.

[seajellyx]

Note: I renamed my ocs! Even though they're my sonas, it feels weird calling them by my own name, so. Meet Lanyi Yu (Yuusona) and Haizhe Liang (Twstsona)!

Also, this is basically several barely edited word vomits, listen they made sense in my head

Warnings: possibly ooc, mild angst, selfship, opinions, general cringe

Want to know more? Here's Yu's and Haizhe's bios!

1. Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why? [I'll do you one better- i made a whole playlist! No I did not provide why, you will simply have to listen and trust me <3 PLEASE listen the songs are all so good I swear]

Yu

We Built A Home By The Cinematic Orchestra and Patrick Watson

The Swan by Tchaikovsky

Me And Your Mama by Childish Gambino

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

A Pearl by Mitski

fairy of shampoo by dosii

Howl's Moving Castle Theme by PianoDeuss

Haizhe

Clair De Lune by Claude Debussy

Devastation and Redemption by HOYO-MiX

4:00A.M. by Taeko Onuki

Rises The Moon by Liana Flores

Alrighty Aphrodite by Peach Pit

The Moon Will Sing by Crane Wives

Howl's Moving Castle Theme by PianoDeuss

fairy of shampoo by dosii

2. Who is your OC's closest platonic friend?

Yu

Epel is Yu’s best friend

They met early on in the year (Savannaclaw Chapter)

Epel respected and admired Yu, he was just as petite and androgynous as he, and a magicless student from another world at that, yet he was already top of his class, beating overblots left and right, confident and unapologetically bold.

His unforgettable entrance, his unique beast taming abilities, and the way the boy seemed to attract trouble everywhere he went, he reminded Epel of those comic book characters he loved so much.

He immediately latched onto Yu, hoping to understand how he appeared so “manly” whilst being as feminine as he was. Epel grew to love Yu as a friend and a role model, someone he knows always has his back. The boy reminded Yu of his friends back home, and he immediately knew they would get along well.

Yu admires his honesty, strength, and will. He feels a certain kinship towards him and a desire to help him.

They're both fish out of water in NRC but know they can rely on each other. 

They are often spotted together arguing about something or another, playfully competing, or relaxing side by side.

Haizhe

Haizhe knew Jamil during their first year, but not well. They only spoke during class, and only when necessary. They grew closer during their second year, during music class and alchemy, which they both shared.

Even before his overblot, Jamil felt as if he could be himself around Haizhe, though he never fully removed his mask.

Haizhe often tried their best to help with Jamil's unending list of tasks, though the man himself was too stubborn to allow him to do much. Haizhe made sure he knew that he was always there to help, whether through another pair of hands, a shoulder to lean on, or a place to rest.

Surprisingly enough, nothing much changed during or after Jamil's overblot. Haizhe was furious, of course, they had made it crystal clear that they befriended Jamil not for Kalim, but for his companionship. Jamil was smart, he of all people should have understood. He could have come to them, Haizhe had always been there to help, if he only let him. He understood Jamil’s position, why he didn’t reach out- but enslaving his entire dorm and attempting to kill him and his friends may have been an overreaction. No matter, Haizhe took the opportunity to let his anger out. Thankfully, after a grueling fight, a well deserved slap, and a conversation between two friends, things were much better.

Jamil sees Haizhe as a kindred spirit, he’s grateful he has someone to lean on, someone to take care of him, instead of the other way around. He has never doubted Haizhe’s feelings for him, no matter how much he’s wanted to. He’ll never say it out loud, but he can’t imagine a world without him.

You can find the pair at each other's dorms or the library, chatting away or goofing off.

3. Tell us about a complicated relationship your OC has with another character?

Yu

Grim- It was rocky at first, with them disagreeing at every opportunity [It's mostly Grim's fault], but ever since Dwarf's mine, they're practically in sync, being able to understand the other without any type of communication. If not for the fact that they're bound together, they'd never be friends. 

Grim respects Yu as someone who is strong, they treat him with dignity unlike so many others. Yu just sees him as a means to an end, something they must put up with if they want to survive. He wants the best for Grim, but knows he'd be better off with someone else. 

Haizhe

[For context, I ship him with Floyd]

Floyd and Haizhe's relationship is ambiguous. Are they dating? Are they friends? Hell, sometimes they act like strangers. Even their closest friends can't tell, and the couple themselves refuse to elaborate.

They're just both damaged people trying to find solace, but they're scared of hurting and being hurt. It's so tempting, so easy to let their guards down, and sometimes, they do. But it'd be better to just stay friendly, anything more can't end well.

They just need to be honest and stop faking vulnerability. Neither really mind an ambiguous, unlabeled relationship, but they'd be much happier in a romantic one. They're scared of real intimacy.

4. What are your OC's minor fears?

Yu

Flying bugs- Yu is partial towards insects and the like, and even likes some species, but absolutely hates ones with wings. “It’s because they don’t mind their own business, like any other respectable bug.” [They always fly into his face or trail around him annoyingly. Butterflies and bees are exempt from this.]

Heights- Yu is slowly but surely getting over his fear of heights, I would call this a major fear, considering it stemmed from a traumatic event, but he’s overcoming it rather quickly.

Haizhe

Bugs- “Bugs are cool! For sure. Just- not when they’re near me.” There are exemptions to this rule, of course, but unfortunately, it doesn’t look like they’ll get over this irrational fear anytime soon.

5. What is your OCs best class?

Yu

Alchemy- It’s funny, since they weren’t any good at chemistry in their world. Even they don’t know why they’re good at Alchemy now, considering they’re so similar.

Haizhe

Art and Music are the only classes they’ve been consistently good at throughout their life. They’re a creative person, not an academic one…

6. What is their worst class?

Yu

Yu has always been bad at mathematics… It’s a curse

Haizhe

Haizhe finds History incredibly boring, he can’t pay attention in it for the life of him.

7. Why did they join their clubs?

Yu

Two of their friends, Cater and Kalim, invited them into the Light Music Club after learning about their interest in music. 

Haizhe

Haizhe has always had an interest in martial arts, they’ve been through a few in their youth, but really enjoyed taekwondo. They’ve been doing it for most of middle school, and wanted to continue.

8. Is there a character your OC doesn't like, if so why?

Yu

Idia and Leona. Idia is an overall negative person, often putting both himself and others down. For an introvert, he never really stops mumbling, and always complains despite never really doing anything to fix his problems, he relies almost entirely on his little brother, and is weirdly narcissistic for someone who supposedly dislikes themselves. 

Idia thinks Yu has "main character syndrome," whatever that means. He's otherwise neutral to them, it's good that Ortho seems to like him so much, but he'd never actually talk to them irl!

Leona is just a prick. I mean, we all know why someone would dislike him, I don’t think I have to say it. 

The lion himself respects Yu but is otherwise neutral about him. He does know that Yu dislikes him, and frankly does not care.

Yu could become neutral about Leona, and possibly form a strong friendship, but only if something forced them to. And he and Idia could as well, given their similar interests and sense of humor. 

Yu loves Ortho [platonically] and is trying their best to form a bond with Idia, at the boy’s request, but both sides need to pull their weight, and even then, it’ll take a while. [Sorry Ortho.]

Haizhe

Sebek is insanely loud [for virtually no reason], painfully ignorant, egotistical to a fault, stubborn- and not in a good way, and kinda sorta very racist [specist? speciesist?.] They have no clue how those first years deal with him. Hopefully those humans he claims to hate but is always around [At least, when his master has no need of him] knock some sense into him.

Sebek dislikes Haizhe, he’s brash, often voicing his opinions with no filter, and he made clear his feelings about Sebek, among other [truly small] grievances. 

Rook. Do I even need to explain this one? He’s nosy, and that’s an understatement, He’s criminally stalkerish- literally, Haizhe is surprised no one’s gotten a restraining order against him yet [or maybe someone has?]. Rook wants to know everything about everyone just to satisfy his perverted curiosity, yet refuses to let anyone know even basic information about him. And the way he’s constantly referencing hunting- how in the world is he still at NRC?

Rook loves Haizhe, he’s delightfully layered, absolutely beautiful in his merform, and has this sense of otherworldliness over all. Graceful, colorful, creative, and the fact that he only plays hard to get entices the hunter even more!

9. Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

Yu

Crewel is the father figure Yu never had [and one that Crowley could never be.] He's strict, sure, but Yu knows he cares. Crewel takes it upon himself to look after the Ramshackle prefect, considering Crowley is so incapable of his job. Yu reminds Crewel of his NRC days, and the student looks up to his teacher. They go out once in a while for shopping, or brunch.

The first years hate when Yu unconsciously acts like Crewel.

Haizhe

Sam is somewhat of an older brother/cousin/cool uncle figure for Haizhe.

Sam finds Haizhe funny, and interesting, and vice versa. The shopkeeper thinks his simultaneous naivety and maturity endearing. Sam is one of the only people Haizhe trusts. He helps out at the shop when Sam needs it.

[Yes, he does get the occasional discount, if you were wondering.]

You can probably find them lost in conversation in Sam's shop. Sam also likes to "bail" the out of dorm curfew/work at the lounge to have fun.

10. What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one? [Sorry I am lazy and did not include my reasoning. Pls just look up a dorm analysis if you really want to know.]

Yu

Diasomnia

Haizhe

Scarabia

11. Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

Yu

Yu sees Ortho as a little brother [despite his feelings about Idia.] 

He feels a strange sense of protectiveness over him, even though Ortho is more than capable of taking care of himself [and Yu.] He wants to give Ortho the childhood he deserved, and even if that isn't possible, he's still gonna try his best to. 

Ortho sees Yu as a supportive figure and an older brother, he wants nothing more than to protect Yu from the trouble the student seems to attract.

He's trying his best to get Idia and Yu to befriend each other since they have similar interests and sense of humor. It's a work in progress.

Cater is Yu's cool older brother/cousin. He’s always been there to help him, cheering him up or offering a shoulder to lean on. If only he would let down those walls, Yu wishes. He only wants to pay back the kindness he had been given.

Cater admires Yu as the person he could have become, and doesn't want anything to stamp out the boy’s sense of self. They're not as close as they could be, but Cater's fine with that, he's just gonna graduate and leave, so what's the point?

Haizhe

Both Azul and Kalim are like Haizhe's troublesome little brothers, despite being the same age. They grew close to the through forced proximity [Haizhe and Azul being in the same dorm and grade, and being friends with the Leeches. Kalim constantly being around Jamil.] 

Azul respects Haizhe and vice versa, they’re both basically parallels of each other.

Haizhe thinks of Kalim as the person he could have been.

Haizhe wants to protect Kalim, to help him grow, he’s bright and truly kind, which is rare to see nowadays. And Kalim pureheartedly admires Haizhe, he just wants him to receive everything he deserves, he’s such a nice person, and he’s worked so hard, afterall.

They're not as close as they could be, but they're willing to let the relationship progress naturally. They appreciate and respect each other, and always there to support each other/ They’ll stay friends long after graduation.

12. What is your OC's favorite event(s), what was their role?[I haven't played through these events so I'm just guessing ._.,]

Yu

New Years Event- He enjoyed teaching his friends about Chinese New Year and getting to wear a traditional Hanfu again!

Haizhe

Port Fest- Haizhe loves music, seaside towns, fun costumes, and spending time with his friends! What else is there?

13. If your OC could physically fight another character, who would it be and would they win?

Yu

Crowley.

Yu can, will not hesitate to, and probably has fought every other character [that deserves it- which is most of them.] But considering Yu’s position, fighting Crowley would not be very wise. But GOD do they want to so bad.

I’m not sure who would win, it’s easy to assume Crowley’s quite powerful, we don’t really know the extent of his abilities- and he’s definitely more experienced than Yu [maybe.] But Yu has the rage of a jilted 16 year old with just as many years of pent up rage. And also a ton of allies and familiars, so? The verdict- Idk.

Haizhe

Haizhe often spars with Floyd, but has never fought Jade, and very much wants to. He has no problem with Jade- okay, maybe a few problems, but not enough to warrant a beatdown. He just wants a friendly spar, just out of curiosity.

Jade can most definitely fight, but so can Haizhe. I assume Jade has a few more years of experience in fighting than him, but was he trained by a professional? Was it just self defense training? Did he learn from real experience? Was it only one type of martial art? Was it street fighting? These are the questions Haizhe wants answers to. 

Jade [probably] hasn’t fought someone in a while, since he does most of his work via blackmail and coercion [Floyd does the physical part, but also it’s not like he needs to put that much work into it.] Haizhe has been training regularly for the past few years, sparring and competing often. 

He also has great control over both forms, having been able to switch between them all his life.

If magic is in the equation, Jade has more skill, but Haizhe has an offensive unique magic that he’s polished to perfection.

To be honest, either they both lose, or Jade’s getting a pyrrhic victory, because Haizhe is not going down without causing major damage [he’s rabid] [but then again, neither is Jade.]

Verdict- they’re probably both gonna lose, Azul and Floyd have to break them up before they give each other permanent wounds. No hard feelings are kept, in fact, they’re even closer than before.

14. What are your OC's grades like?

Yu

As I've said in his bio, practically perfect. He does nothing but listen in class [while looking like he’s doing the opposite] and do homework and he passes every test with flying colors. He’s the subject of many people’s ire…

Haizhe

Uhm, next question…

Okay they’re not actually that bad, it’s mostly Bs and Cs, As in classes he enjoys.

Haizhe hates school. It was not made for him and he does not enjoy playing my other people’s rules. He just wants to pass and move on, who cares anyways? He knows he’s intelligent, and that the education system can’t measure that [accurately.] 

15. What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

Yu & Haizhe

They both have trauma they're working through, and things they wish they could tell people… Baby steps

16. How would your OC describe their entrance ceremony from their POV?

Yu

Yu barely remembers it- he was utterly confused, shellshocked, in pain, and very annoyed. It was just pure chaos.

Haizhe

To be honest Haizhe didn’t think much of it, sure there was a weird monster cat that set everything on fire and a prefect from another world appearing randomly but it was okay, he guesses. The chaos was fun, and much more interesting than the usual ceremony, but it was also kind of a hassle. He just feels bad for that prefect…

17. What does your OC think of the Ramshackle ghosts?

Yu

They’re his eccentric three old roomies/uncle figures who aren’t there half of the time. Being ghosts, they can’t help him around the dorm much, but he appreciates their kindness and helpfulness. 

Haizhe

He’s heard of them. Haizhe’s not afraid of ghosts, but rather that health and safety hazard of a dorm. 

18. What is the hardest thing to adjust to at NRC? The magic? Being away from their family? Ect.

Yu

The people, most definitely. Magic- Yu can understand, but why in the world is everyone so emotionally constipated and full of themselves? He thought this place was supposed to be more advanced. How in the world did they develop such technology when they're genuinely dumb af???

Haizhe

A new environment- Haizhe was raised mostly on land, but they're learning to connect with their mer side more because of their dorm placement and frequent trips to the sea with friends. He's nervous, not wanting to seem out of touch or stupid, but he's wanted this for a long time, and is glad to finally experience it.

19. Do they trust Crowely?

Yu

Why would he

Haizhe

Does anyone?

20. What chapter does your OC get the most personal character development?

Yu

Heartslabyul- This is when Yu fully grasps the reality of his situation, he's starting to understand the world he's living in, and adjusting to fit it. He's carving out his place in Night Raven, and in Twisted Wonderland

Pomefiore- The beginning to Yu's long road to recovery, he's forced to confront what he's been burying deep inside- he's starting to seek help, and is working towards getting better. 

Haizhe

Octavinelle- This is where we're first introduced to Haizhe, we get to know him and his personality, his motives, his past.

Pomefiore- We see more of Haizhe's past, and get to see him be a little more vulnerable.

Twisted Wonderland OC Questions:

Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why?

Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

Tell us about a complicated relationship your OC has with another character?

What are your OC’s minor fears?

What is your OCs best class?

What is their worst class?

Why did they join their clubs? 

Is there a character your OC doesn’t like, if so why?

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

If your OC could physically fight another character, who would it be and would they win?

What are your OC’s grades like?

What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

How would your OC describe their entrance ceremony from their POV?

What does your OC think of the Ramshackle ghosts?

What is the hardest thing to adjust to at NRC? The magic? Being away from their family? Ect.

Do they trust Crowely?

What chapter does your OC get the most personal character development?