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Maybe he noticed some kind of switch. So… Don’t let him🐕 wait too long.

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K-pop Demon Hunters | Fanon

SAJA BOYS °˖➴ what they find attractive in you

(m.list)

separate | female reader

Jinu—

🧁 He often finds himself captivated by your eyes. During quiet moments, he'll gently cup your face, his gaze searching yours with an intense fondness. "Your eyes hold entire galaxies, you know that? Much more interesting than anything else I could be looking at." He might even lean in for a soft kiss, just to prove his point.

🧁 Especially when you're smiling widely. He'll poke your cheek, trying to make you laugh, just to see your eyes sparkle. "Your eyes shine like little stars when you're happy! Cutest in the world! After mine, of course."

🧁 He's secretly a fan of your legs. If you're wearing shorts or a skirt, he might casually sit close to you, his hand "accidentally" brushing your thigh, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Just checking if you're comfortable. My, your legs are... very shapely today."

🧁 He finds them incredibly elegant and captivating. If you cross them, he might find himself staring, a knowing smirk on his face. "My dear, are you teasing me? Those legs would be the dead of me."

Abby—

🍪 Abby is utterly obsessed with your hips. He's constantly touching them, holding them when he hugs you, resting his hand there when you're standing close. "These hips were made for holding onto," he'll murmur against your hair, pulling you flush against his body. "And I'm very good at holding on."

🍪 When you walk away, he can't help but notice thrm. He'll often loop an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his side. "Where are you going in such a hurry? No, no. Don't go. I'm admiring the view. And trust me, it's a very good view."

🍪 He has a soft spot for your ass too. When you're bending over to pick something up, he's always there, a playful swat or a quick, possessive squeeze. "Such great... assets. All mine to touch."

🍪 He loves how your ass looks in certain outfits. After you change, he might pretend to be engrossed in his phone, then quickly snatch you in a hug from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Why would you ever wear anything else?"

Romance—

🍩 Romance is absolutely smitten with your waist. He sees it as the perfect place for his hands, always pulling you closer, whether in a dance or just walking. "My love, your waist is a masterpiece. It fits my hands perfectly, as if it were designed for them." He'll often punctuate this with a slow, lingering kiss.

🍩 He's drawn to it, especially how good it feels in his hands. He’ll often pull you into tight, back-hugs, his arms wrapping securely around your middle. "Fits just right," he'll mutter, resting his chin on your shoulder, feeling perfectly content.

🍩 He's absolutely captivated by your smile. During a quiet moment, he’ll often reach out, his thumb gently tracing the corner of your mouth. "You know," he’ll murmur, a soft, fond look in his eyes, "that smile of yours could genuinely stop traffic. And probably my heart, too."

🍩 He often catches himself just staring at you when you're smiling, a goofy, lovestruck expression on his face. He'll then quickly snap out of it, pulling you into a playful wrestling match. "Too cute! Can't handle it! Must distract myself with cuddles"

Mystery—

🍮 Mystery is particularly drawn to your hips. He appreciates their curves, their strength, and the way they move. His hand will often settle there, a steady, comforting, and very possessive weight. "Firm. Solid. Just how I like it," he might murmur, pulling you flush against him.

🍮He finds your hips incredibly fun to hold onto. During a silly dance, or just when you're standing together, his hands will gravitate there, giving a little wiggle or a squeeze. "Practically begging me to hold onto them!"

🍮 When you laugh, he's mesmerized by how your whole face lights up. He might even pull out his phone to discreetly snap a photo. "Caught you," he'll tease later, showing you the picture. "My favorite view. Keep smiling like that for me, alright?"

🍮 And if you smile at someone else, even innocently, Mystery’s gaze will sharpen. He won't make a scene, but his arm might subtly wrap around your waist, or he'll step closer, creating an unspoken barrier between you and the other person. His quiet intensity is usually enough.

Baby—

🥧 Baby is absolutely enamored with your boobs. He's a total boob man, in the most playful and affectionate way. He'll often playfully rest his head on your chest when cuddling, or make a mock-shocked face when you're wearing a low-cut top. "Wow! Hello there! You brought out the big guns today, didn't you, jagiya?"

🥧 He loves how they look in outfits, but even more, how soft they are when you're cuddling. He'll discreetly rest his hand over your chest when you're close, a possessive, tender gesture. "You're just... exquisitely formed. From every angle."

🥧 He has a particular fondness for your hands. He’ll often just hold your hand, tracing the lines of your palm with his finger while you’re talking, a silent sign of affection and possession. "These hands... perfect for holding mine. And for doing all those wonderful things they do."

🥧 He loves the feeling of your hands running through his hair, especially after a long day. He'll practically melt into your touch, letting out a contented sigh. "These hands," he’ll hum, leaning his head into your palm. "They're magic. Don't ever stop touching me."

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Yes! A blog for KPop demon hunters! 👉👈 I hope you didn't already do this one. How would the Saja boys react to an S/O that's easily flustered. Like they could just wink at them, and they'd be a puddle of mush.

Flustered

Pairings: Saja boys x Female Reader Warnings: Pure fluff, teasing You got flustered over every small things they did. And they love it so much...

ABBY

You were already pink in the cheeks.

All he’d done was walk in—drenched in post-gym sweat, tank top clinging to his chest, biceps flexing with every step—and give you a wink. That was it. Just one cocky, casual wink. And you felt like you might combust.

Your eyes dropped immediately to the floor. Shoulders tensed. Your lips parted like you wanted to say something, but all that came out was a squeaky, “Hi.”

Abby grinned, slow and smug. He stepped closer, tugging the bottom of his tank up just a little—just enough to flash his rock-solid abs.

“Damn, baby,” he said, voice low, full of that Abby heat. “You always get this red when I walk in, or did you just miss me that bad?”

You felt wrecked. Eyes wide, cheeks blooming to a dangerous shade of red, hands wringing in your lap like you were physically restraining yourself from touching him.

Abby let out a low chuckle and crossed his arms over his chest, which of course just made every muscle pop. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Girl,” he said, stepping into your space with that lazy swagger of his. “You look like you just saw me naked.”

You buried your face in your hands with a helpless groan.

“Oh my god—stop talking,” you mumbled, voice muffled by your palms.

“Nah.” He was grinning now, kneeling down in front of you, elbows resting on his thighs. “You blush so easy it’s criminal. You know that?”

“Don’t look at me.”

“I am lookin’ at you. You’re the cutest little flustered mess I’ve ever seen.”

You peeked out from between your fingers, pouting.

“Gonna cry if I flex again?” he teased, raising one brow—and flexing his arm on purpose, because of course he did.

“Abby!”

“What?” he laughed. “It’s not my fault I got a girl who can’t handle all this.” He gestured to himself with both hands. “I should come with a warning label or somethin’.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.”

“But I’m your worst.” He leaned in, voice soft but smug. “And if you keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart, I’m gonna have to put those pretty cheeks to use.”

You made another helpless little noise and buried your face again.

Abby just grinned, leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, and whispered:

“God, I love you like this. All flustered and sweet. Makes me wanna ruin you even more.”

BABY

It started with just a smile. That slow, crooked, devastating kind of smile he knew got you every damn time. He looked up from where he was sprawled across the couch, one arm lazily thrown behind his head, black t-shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of toned stomach.

And then—the wink. Wicked. Sharp. Intentional.

You froze mid-step, like your brain just bluescreened. Your mouth opened and closed once, twice, like you wanted to say something, but all that came out was a breathy, “...oh.”

Your cheeks flushed so fast it was almost comical. A bright pink rising from your chest to your ears in seconds.

Baby bit back a grin. Didn’t even have to touch you.

“Oh?” he drawled, tilting his head, amber eyes sparkling with amusement. “That all you got for me, sweetheart?”

You flailed. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean—! You winked at me!”

He sat up slowly, like a lion stretching after a nap. His smile deepened as he watched you try to hide behind your own hands, cheeks burning, eyes darting anywhere but him.

“You say that like I winked on accident,” he said, voice low and cocky. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Clearly,” you mumbled into your palms.

He stood and crossed the room with that signature slow strut—confident, but lazy like he had all the time in the world. And once he was in front of you, he dipped down just a little, getting way too close to your ear.

“Y’know,” he murmured, “it’s kinda unfair how cute you are when you’re like this.”

You squeaked.

“I just look at you, and your whole system shuts down. Like you’re overheating or something.”

“I am overheating,” you hissed. “Because you’re—!”

“Hot?” he offered with a grin.

You groaned. “Insufferable.”

He laughed, leaning back just enough to take in your red cheeks and watery eyes—completely wrecked from one wink and a few words.

“You are so damn easy to fluster,” he said, genuinely amused. “It’s actually dangerous.”

“You’re dangerous.”

He shrugged, smug as ever. “You love it.”

Your eyes narrowed like you were about to argue, but the blush gave you away.

Baby leaned in one last time, voice dropping just enough to make your knees tremble.

“I could ruin you without lifting a finger,” he whispered. “Wanna test it?”

You nearly collapsed.

He caught you with one hand on your waist and a soft chuckle in your ear.

“God, I love you like this.”

ROMANCE

It was a quiet afternoon. You were curled up with a book across the room, pretending to read—though Romance could feel your eyes flicking to him every few seconds. He was leaned back in the armchair, hair slightly tousled, a soft long-sleeve clinging to him just right.

He noticed your stare. And oh, he smiled. That gentle, dreamy kind of smile that made your heart skip.

Then—he blew you a kiss. Slowly. Like he meant it. Like it was a promise and a confession in one.

You choked on nothing, the book nearly slipping from your hands. Your face went bright red, ears included, and you instantly buried your face behind the book like that could somehow hide your entire existence.

Romance’s grin grew. He stood slowly, walked over with that warm grace of his, and crouched in front of you with his chin resting on the cushion, gazing up at you like you’d painted the stars.

“Are you hiding?” he asked softly.

“No,” you squeaked, voice muffled by the book.

“You are. You’re blushing so much it’s glowing through the pages.”

“Stop it.”

He chuckled gently, reaching up to tug the book down—just enough to see your eyes, wide and watery.

“Baby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “You blush like it’s the first time I’ve ever looked at you.”

“It feels like it,” you muttered. “You’re unfair.”

He tilted his head, all soft curiosity and dangerous sweetness. “Because I blew you a kiss?”

You nodded, cheeks still ablaze.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I’ll blow you a thousand more if it keeps you looking this sweet.”

You gasped again, hiding your face in your hands now.

He laughed—soft, adoring, like you’d just handed him the sun.

“My god,” he murmured. “You really are my favorite thing.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, voice tiny. “You’re being mean.”

“Mean?” he echoed, pretending to be wounded. “I’m being romantic. You're the one who turns into a flustered little cherry every time I even smile.”

“Because you’re pretty.”

He paused. Blinking once. Then grinned like you’d just wrecked him. “Say that again.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“You’re pretty,” you groaned.

He pressed a hand to his chest, actually swooning. “You want me to die, don’t you?”

You smiled, still hiding.

Romance leaned in and kissed the tips of your fingers, then your knuckles, and finally your forehead.

“I love this part of you,” he said gently. “This shy, soft part that melts just for me.”

Then, with a smirk that barely hid his own wrecked heart, he whispered:

“Now imagine what I’d do if I really tried.”

You nearly short-circuited. And he just kissed you again, like he had all the time in the world to adore you—because he did.

MYSTERY

They were all hanging out in the studio—Saja boys sprawled across couches, bickering over lyrics, half-finished snacks everywhere. Music was thudding low in the background, someone’s laugh echoing from the hallway. And you were sitting quietly off to the side, legs crossed, phone in hand, just existing.

That was when Mystery moved. No one noticed at first—he was always quiet, always shadow-smooth in his movements. But you noticed.

Because he came up behind you and gently rested a hand on your shoulder. Just enough to make your heart skip. And then—without saying a word—he leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to your temple. Warm. Lingering. Barely audible over the buzz of the room.

Your entire brain short-circuited. Your shoulders jerked up like someone had hit you with a live wire. The phone nearly slipped from your hands.

And your face? Flushed. Instantly. From your neck to the tips of your ears, you were burning. Staring straight ahead like if you moved, you might explode.

“M-Myst,” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper, “you—what was that—?”

He just stood there for a moment, hand still resting lightly on your shoulder, lips quirked in the faintest—faintest—hint of a smile. Then he leaned closer, his voice low and softer than silk.

“You looked like you needed it.”

You blinked rapidly, mouth trying and failing to form words.

“Y-You… you never—”

“I know,” he said, stepping back just slightly. “That’s why you’re red, isn’t it?”

You let out a strangled sound—somewhere between a squeak and a full-body wheeze.

He tilted his head. “You okay?”

“I— I— no! I mean yes— but you— Mystery, there are people around!”

He glanced at the boys across the room. “They didn’t see.”

“They might have!”

He shrugged, still quiet, still unreadable—but his eyes were softer now. A little amused. A little proud.

“I’ll do it again if it helps,” he murmured.

You nearly imploded.

He leaned in just a little more—still teasing, but with that calm, deliberate edge of his. “You always get this flustered when I touch you in front of people?”

“I always get flustered when you do anything,” you hissed under your breath, clutching your phone like a lifeline.

He chuckled softly. So rare. So quiet. Just for you.

“Good.”

Then he walked back to his corner of the room like he hadn’t just annihilated your nervous system with a single kiss. And you sat there, still red, still buzzing, swearing under your breath that he was the worst—and loving every second of it.

JINU

You were sitting across the room, completely unaware that you were being hunted.

Jinu leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching you. His eyes—normally warm brown, soft and unreadable—glinted with something far less human. Gold. Not fully glowing. Just a flicker of that true form, barely visible in the dim light.

You looked up at the exact moment his smirk curled into place—slow, dangerous, intentional.

And that was it.

Your entire body tensed. Your breath caught. Your face went crimson in seconds, like your blood had ignited under your skin. You squeaked, choked on air, and immediately ducked your head like that could somehow save you from the weight of his stare.

Jinu’s smirk deepened. His voice came low, amused, lazy—taunting.

"That all it takes, love?"

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your hands were fidgeting in your lap now, knees knocking slightly together, lips parted like you wanted to scold him but couldn’t remember how language worked.

He pushed off the wall, strolling toward you slowly, like a predator who already knew he’d won.

“One little look,” he murmured, “and you're already squirming in that seat.”

“Y-You—!” you stammered, still bright red. “You did that on purpose!”

He raised a brow. “You mean this?” His eyes flickered golden again—brief, sharp, absolutely lethal.

You whined and turned your face away, burying it in your hands.

Jinu chuckled, crouching in front of you now, just enough so you had to feel the heat of his presence.

"You're not very good at hiding things, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Your face gives you away every time.”

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whispered, barely managing the words.

“Like what?”

“Like—like you're about to eat me alive.”

That earned a low, deep laugh from him. “That’s because I am.”

You made a strangled noise.

Jinu leaned in, brushing his thumb over your flushed cheek. “God, you’re pretty when you're like this.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “You’re the worst.”

“No,” he said gently, kissing the back of your hand. “I’m yours.”

His golden eyes shimmered again—slow, controlled, intimate.

“And I love watching what I do to you, just with a look.”

You melted. Right there. Completely wrecked from a smirk and the glint of demon fire in his eyes.

And Jinu? He looked at you like you were the most exquisite thing in existence—his exquisite thing—and he’d never stop playing with you if it meant seeing that blush again

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IS THERE ANY CHANCE

That you could write for the saja boys (separately / or even just Romance) with a reader who's easily flustered and in deep denial about their feelings for them please? 🥺🩵 Like the reader is pondering so hard on their conflicted feelings and makes excuses that no, ofc they're not in love w them, and no! Ofc the boys don't like them back either (they do, the denial just runs deep)

Warnings: a no no word here and there,adults only, angsty, injury... Author Notes: I may have gotten carried away lol... it's pretty looooongg, and probably more than what was asked... BUT I hope you like it! I plan on doing all of the Saja Boys! I did it with headcannon format and story.

~Romance~

-With that constant smolder on his face, it was often hard to decipher what exactly he was thinking... or feeling... or... thinking :(

-Romance had not intended to become involved with you

-You held no value in his mission, why would he?

-But as an avid fan of Huntrix, and most recently the Saja Boys, you kept running into each other

-Like... literally running into each other TOTAL coincidence

-First at Saja Boys debut...

You were working one of the many stands in that small town square. Your family's small flower stand to be specific. You were organizing a bouquet for a customer, wrapping it in paper before sharply turning in excitement, only to bump into a lean bicep. The bouquet held up and into the person's face.

You gasp, "Oh- Oh my goodness I am SOoooooo." You trail off upon removing the flowers from the stranger face. Petals decorating the perfectly tan smooth skin of this... beautiful stranger. Layered hair perfectly resting atop his shoulders, sharp brown eyes lit up with something playful, and a loose smirk on his defined lips.

"Sorry?" He asks, chuckling a bit as he blows a strand of hair from his eyes. "Uumm YEAH- Yes haha... that." You scream at yourself internally, WHY are you so awful?! "It's no problem... Ms.?" He turns to face you fully, his well proportioned tall body making your brain go blank. "Woah..." "Ms. Woah?" "Hm? Oh, no! Y/n." GAAAAH- "Y/n." He tests it on his tongue. Are- are those fangs? "What a lovely name~." He coos.

Doesn't matter! You may just die here. Goodbye world, goodbye absent father.

What do you even say to that? You... You should ask his name right? "Oh pshh, thanks Mister?" He flicks off another rose petal from his shoulder, "Romance, at least that's what I'll be called on stage." That peaks your interest, oh god, did you just shove flowers into a famous hot dudes face? "On stage?" You inquire, trying not to lose it, your eye twitching.

"Yeah, some friends and I are debuting today. We'd appreciate a pretty face, such as yourself, supporting us." He reaches toward your face, and you freeze with wide eyes as his fingers grip a stray rose petal from your hair to blow away all while maintaining eye contact.

Your cheeks ache as they pulse harshly. SAY SOMETHING. You clear your throat, "I'll uh- I'll check you guys out." Romance laughs again, leaning down to be eye level with you, backing you against your flower stand, "Like you aren't already."

"EXCUSE ME!" You look over, the woman you had been preparing the flowers for stand there with her hands on her hips, "My flowers?" She asks impatiently. "Oh yes-" Looking back you find Romance gone.

~

-Soon after a cloud of pink smoke forms in the center of the area

-You had just handed off the newly remade bouquet to the woman, who did not leave a tip, when you heard the music

-When you look up you see five tall, well built, silhouettes all posing in sync within the smoke

-The yellow shirt catches your attention and you recognize the guy wearing from before

-Each young, hot, man (help they're like hundreds of years old) moves with their own personality and complimenting the other as they do

-They're team coordination was admirable

-Such a variety of personality

-You couldn't help the way your heart sped up as you held your chest

-You almost felt like you were under a spell as you watched them

-Romance caught your gaze at one point and blew a kiss your way

-but with the crowd of girls in front of you squealing, you brushed it off despite the small pang of disappointment

-Of course he wouldn't have sent one just for you, gosh how silly to think that

~

-Your interaction repeated through your mind everyday

-ONLY because you keep seeing "Saja Boys" brand EVERYWHERE

-Between the internet thirsting over them, posters, billboards, merch, you couldn't escape!

-You needed a break, to go back to the basics

-That's what led you to the Huntrix signing event

~

Your feet hurt, your lower back hurts, but all this standing should be worth it if you can get Mira's signature! You'd been going to these events for a while trying to get each Huntrix member to sign their poster. For the past three you hadn't been able to get Mira's, the signature you needed to complete your signed poster trilogy.

THIS TIME- you would be victorious. You'd gotten here at four in the morning to wait in line... even though some people had the similar more extreme idea to sleep on the side walk overnight. You can't judge honestly, props for their dedication.

You weren't far from the front, but a little ways back. The doors finally opened, and everyone marches inside where Huntrix was readily waiting.

"Alright everyone! Single file!" A man instructs, and everyone follows. The first people walk up to the table where you hear Rumi politely ask, "Who should I make this out to?" "Our biggest fans." A man's voice responds with amusement, then all five Saja Boys appear from their sleeping bag disguises.

"It is an honor. Table! Now!"

Immediately a rectangle table is set into the other side of the room, where half of the fans immediately switch over. Wasn't this supposed to just be a Huntrix signing? By the look of things, Huntrix didn't expect this either. Rumi stands, "The Saja Boys, will sit with us!" She announces.

Suppose this doesn't mess with your plan... it was just odd.

The tables are conjoined, as do the fans, and both groups sit intertwined with each other. You patiently wait for the line to move, the person in front of you being in a wheel chair with a broken leg, you didn't let your excitement overrule your manners. Anticipation rocks your heart in your chest and you can't help the smile that forces it's way onto your face.

"Thanks for coming!" You hear Mira speak sweetly, and the man in front of you wheels himself forward to ask his cast be signed. That's when you see him, the guy plaguing your mind. That posh smolder still on his face.

"RAH RAH RA-" "No! BAD Saja Boy!" The commotion to your right startles you out of your daze. You look just in time to see Zoey smacking Mystery Saja with her pen, after he'd barked at a fan who simply giggled. Going back to your goal you see Mira, Abby Saja, and Romance Saja all fighting over who is to sign the man's cast first.

You sigh, you were so close! Just a little longer Y/- "Next!" You see the man happily wheeling himself away and the space in front of Mira free. You begin to walk to the table, adrenaline pumping through you. You had always gotten nervous at these events. Worried you'd offend your idols someway or make a fool of yourself. Not that you ever had.

Today was proving different.

During the short walk, you hear a chuckle that breaks your tunnel vision from Mira to Romance who sat to her right. (Your left) He was watching you with those cunning eyes that seemed to go deeper than he'd let on. With this new distraction, you misstep and lose your footing. Your sneakers screech on the tile as you begin to fall, only to meet not the floor but the body of another person.

You turn your gaze up, Romance holds you to him, eyes a bit wide until he recovers quickly. Taking your chin between his fingers, "You okay there, Flower?" Your cheeks burn and the crowd hoots and hollars with excitement at the display. "Such a gentleman!" "WOW- Maybe I'll trip and fall too!" "What a klutz!" "Watch your step!"

This is not how it was supposed to go. While you're thankful Romance saved you from a nasty fall, Mira's expression of shock and anger set off something in you. Glancing at the other idols who all had their sights set on you with mixed emotion, the crowd's laughing, sends your embarrassment into a frenzy.

It was all so overwhelming. You twist from Romance's arms and rush for the nearest exit. Bursting through the doors, you continue down the street.

"What happened?" Zoey asked, looking to her right down at Mira who appears confused, "I don't know..." she responds. "Your scary face frighted the dove away." Romance smirks over his shoulder, Mira's furrowed brows bringing him satisfaction. Your disappearing act not so much, his face falling a bit staring at the door you'd left through.

Rumi thinks for a second, "I remember her." she says, "I signed a poster for her a few months ago." She remembered being taken aback by how sad you looked. Despite your smile your eyes shone with distress, and the dark circles you'd tried to hide under makeup proved heavy enough to sag. Rumi made conversation, her heart strings tugging at your display, asking who she should make the poster to.

"My mother," you told her, "it's for my mother." "Aw! I hope she can come see us next ti-." Rumi smiled, until she senses how your soul flickers... mournfully, and her gaze softens in a bit of shock. She looks to you, watching your pretty eyes lose some of their light. "I'm sure she's here, right now." You sigh and your words tremble even though your smile never leaves your face.

When you'd gotten Rumi's signature your mother had just passed away. To feel some sense of normal, you'd pushed yourself to go to the signing. Your mother had liked Huntrix almost as much as you had, so it felt like something you could do to remember her by.

The idol clears her throat to regain her composure, "What uh, what did you say your name was?" she asks you, your wet lashes flutter a bit in surprise, "Y/n." You introduce yourself. "Well Y/n," Rumi smiles kindly, dragging her pen across your poster, "if you are anything to show for what kind of person your mother was, I am honored we had her support."

She hands the delicate paper back to you, sympathy and genuine care etched on her sweet face. Your eyes blur, tears blocking your sight, and yet your smile in that moment reached your soul enough for it to brighten.

"Y/n." Rumi utters, but Jinu hears and he glances at Romance who stares after you.

~

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath through your nose to calm your panting. It's okay. You're fine. You can just never show your face at another Saja Boys or Huntrix event again. There! Problem solved! "UGH!" You cry out, leaning your head back against the brick wall of the alley you decided to catch your breath in.

"Careful there," a deep voice echoes of the walls, "don't need you trippin' anymore than you already do." Your everything freezes, until you blink your eyes to the alley entrance. Lo and behold Romance Saja standing there in all his glory. Yellow button up loose on his torso and unbuttoned at the top, exposing his collar. Light colored jeans hugging his legs.

You remain speechless, completely unsure. Anxiety creeping back up your spine. "Hey." you flinch this time, watery gaze shooting to the source now crouched in front of you. Romance's expression surprises you with how tender it appears. Brown eyes soft, and his lips in a thin line as he examines you.

Fingers press on your right ankle and- "Ow-!" it would've made you blush if it hadn't hurt so much. Romance huffs a bit, looking to the side, "Yeah, I thought so." His usual smolder coming back, "Little cliche, isn't it? You hurting your ankle so now I have to carry you, but of course you'll say you don't need to be carried and try to walk, ultimately failing, before I give you a piggy back ride anyway. Sooo to not make this romantic, just let me carry you somewhere we can treat your ankle, yeah?"

You look to the side, a small frown tugging your lips, "Yeah."

~

-The walk is quiet, save for the people gushing about the hot idol walking down the street with a random girl on his back

-You'd hid your face in his shoulder the whole time

-When you had made it to a convenience store, Romance placed you down on a bench outside the store to examine your foot

~

"That's okay! Really!" You try to tell him, "I just need a compression bandage." "Yes but I need to feel your ankle." Romance explains, "Depending on the sprain, you could need a specific bandage or even a brace and, if it's bad enough, a doctor." Hesitantly, you relent, placing your foot on his bent knee for him take off your shoe.

When he peels back your sock, you hiss at the swelled purple flesh surrounding the injury. Nimble fingers massage and press on the area causing the discomfort to pulse sharply. You gasp, almost flinching before Romance stops you, "Easy. I'm almost done." he reassures you.

"Good news!" His slender form stands, "it's a simple sprain. Should heal with ice and rest. Bad news... it sucks." He deadpans, almost pulling a laugh from you, "I'll be right back." He pats your head and walks away further into the store.

Alone, you groan into your hands. What is actually happening? Did you really fall down and now you're just dreaming such as that of a fool? What an odd day it turned out to be, and its only ten in the morning! You rub the charm on your necklace, oh mom, I wish you were here.

"Alriiight." Romance walks, shopping bag in hand, "Pain meds, ice packs, and one compression bandage for my clumsy lady~" You pout with a blush, it pisses you off how easy that made your heart flutter. The crack of a water bottle opening redirects you from your self scolding. "Here," Romance extends the water bottle to you and two pills in his ither hand, " you should take these now and ice it for fifteen minutes before we put the compression on, then you should be okay to go home and rest."

You take the pills and swallow them down with the water, chugging it after realizing how thirsty you are. You huff after drinking your fill. Romance lifts your foot, "You should elevate this, up on the bench you go." With an ice pack now resting on your ankle, Romance plops down on the other side of the bench next to your foot.

His side profile is softer compared to his features head on. It was only now you realized, how nice this was. He'd found you, and not only that, helped you. That was very... very nice.

"Th... Thank you," you speak lightly, almost meek, "for helping me. And... I'm sorry, if I embarrassed you back at the signing..." Romance side eyes you, head tilted back, "Hah, don't worry about that. Everyone needs to be caught on the occasion they fall, and who better to be caught by than a charming young gentleman like myself?" You laugh, fidgeting with your fingers, "Haha, I guess you're right."

"So does that mean you think I'm charming?" "Hmm. Charming yes. Gentleman? Young? I'm not so sure." "Wha-"

~

-Fifteen minutes turned into thirty of you two just talking

-Neither of you moving to leave when he removed the ice pack from your ankle after the fifteen minutes were up

-Thirty minutes to forty-five and then an hour

-Jokes were exchanged, you talked a little about family

-Nothing else about the signing, nothing about idols

-Only him and you

-Then your stomach growled

~

Romance laughed, "You hungry?" and you smiled bashfully, "To be honest, I was at that signing since four this morning so I haven't had anything. Aside from the granola bar I grabbed." The idol gasps in disbelief, "You had a granola bar?" A hand to his chest as if he's offended makes you giggle, "Jinu had us there all night with nothing."

"How cruel." You respond light heartedly. "Well," Romance starts, "I am going to find something, would you like to join me?" "I think I would." You grin cutely, staring back into his eyes. "Alright," he nods, "let me wrap this foot up."

He wraps your foot with precise care, helping you into your shoe before bringing you up to your feet. When you try to walk you stumble a bit, and Romance catches you once again, "Pookie~, we have got to stop meeting like this, people will start assuming things~." You can't help losing it at the pet name.

~

-You had lunch together at a little cafe, but it didn't end there

-After you ate, you both sat together sipping on your beverages and nibbling something sweet

-Talking like friends do, learning the other persons interests

-He was so easy to talk to, refreshing even

-There wasn't really much time in between you seeing the other

-You had swapped numbers over your lunch so you often made plans in between his rehearsals and shows

-You couldn't help the special feeling at the attention you were recieving from him

-And for the next two weeks you felt... special

-That just maybe... you were special in some way

-And maybe... maybe you- oh no

-"Shoot... I have a crush on him." You said aloud in the mirror one morning after a shower

-But he's so... aahh~ and you're so... bleh

-He could never... he wouldn't...

-You couldn't even think about it without feeling your heart cramp

-So you pushed your feelings down, and without realizing it, a piece of yourself with them

-After some pleas and reassuring from Romance, you agreed to go to the idol awards

-He had invited you before he knew it was going to be a disaster he helped cause

-But after things climaxed, everything changed

-Romance was in a similar predicament

-He hadn't felt this alive in years

-There past two weeks he'd spent with you, were more precious than he had anticipated them to be

-You were supposed to just be fun

-A little thing to play with on the side of his mission

-But he knew, when you smiled at him...

-He knew what this warmth growing in his chest, he knew why his heart fluttered around you

-But he couldn't possibly

-Him, a creature of sin, of shame, with you?

-Even if Gwi-Ma would allow such a thing, Romance could never condemn you to such a fate

-So no, for your sake, and his own, he decided he did not care for you

-You were just... another soul

-But Gwi-Ma knew better

-He always did

~

"Give her to me," Gwi-Ma demands in Romances ear, "prove your loyalty to me and you will be free your shame." Romance had originally only been in this to support Jinu, but when Gwi Ma had seen Romance getting cozy with a human girl... he couldn't help torturing the man's soul with the new weakness. Promising he'd get rid of those pesky emotions for the small price of you.

Romance feel like he's on auto-pilot. Going through the motions to meet where you both had agreed to after the show. "Romy!" You called to him with the nickname you'd gifted him with. You were so sweet, you didn't deserve this and deserved much better than him. Better than someone that carries his heavy weeping heart on his sleeve.

"What happened out there?" You question him, eyes wide with concern, concern he wasn't worthy of, "Everything happened so fast, and then Huntrix and the lights it was-" "Go away." You froze at his icey voice.

The atmosphere burned coldly, a tension you hadn't noticed surrounding you causing a lump to form in your throat. "What... What's wrong?" You ask him calmly but trembling, your heart speeding up as it registers Romance's frosty eyes. Gone was the warmth he offered you. "You can't-" the idol stutters, taking a breath to compose himself, "I don't want you here." he tells you firmly, when you make no move or reaction, he emphasizes, "I don't want you."

You only continue to stare. Hand clenching your shirt where you heart resides. "No." you whisper, "n-No! Something is wrong, what is it? Romance, please- look at me. Our time together- it couldn't have been nothing. We couldn't have been nothing- please- just talk to me- I- I'm here, I am here and I want to stay here! I want to be here with you!"

"I have nothing to talk to you about." Romance speaks harshly, unrelenting in his pursuit to push you away... shove you away. Get away from me, before-, "Please just go." Before I lose my resolve.

Romance watches how your soul flares, writhing in it's pain and then dying into... shame... and he hears it, "Of course," you cry lightly, tears shimmering down your cheeks, "how could someone like you, ever want someone like me." you laugh a bit, feeling ridiculous, stupid. You always knew it'd end like this, you just thought that you could have him for little bit longer. Just a little longer.

In this moment, watching you cry so truthfully, seeing how much the past two weeks had impacted you, Romance realizes just how much you had impacted him as well. Gwi-Ma couldn't touch him when you were near, his voice silenced and replaced with your sweet voice.

That flame in you soul seemed to be snuffed out, enough so Gwi-Ma's voice could invade your beautiful mind. "He'll never truly love you, no one does, how could you even think that? But I know where you can be loved."

~

-You walk numbly with the crowd of people to the stadium

-Stuck. Waiting. Nothing.

-But it's okay, it will all be okay I'm here, and you'll never be alone again

-The Saja Boys are performing once again, but it can't seem to matter

-You just want to go

-Wherever this voice promises you'll feel something other than this

-You'll go

-And that's how you ended up on that stage

-As Gwi-ma's first sacrifice

~

You sit on the floor, legs folded under you, arms limp at your sides in waiting. Just... waiting. It's loud, a part of you feels scared. Like you should be running. But, what is the point? This will all just catch back up to you. So you stayed, eyes glued to the floor reflecting your face. Had you always been so sad? You didn't think so. Even when your mom died, you always tried to keep the smile she had loved so much.

A voice cuts through the music, singing to your soul and washing away your hardships.

Your gaze catches the chain swing around your neck in your reflection. You reach up, feeling the cool metal between your fingers, and unlatch the locket to reveal an image of your mother and you. Smiling. Alive. How could you have given up what your mother had gifted you so easily? You were the only living part of her, and you cannot end her legacy so soon! Not here!

"Y/n!! Y/n!" Rumi shouts, and you turn to see her, as well as the rest of Huntrix, fighting the Saja Boys. "Y/n! You have to move!" Rumi cries out, trying to make her way to you between the Saja Boys and the hoards of demons sent her way. A growl rumbles through the floor, almost shaking your very being, you look back behind you and finally take in the wall of flames. Is that... A wave of a fire is sent your way, and you can only watch them curl through the air until they're licking your skin.

Your arms are first to burn as you hold them up to shield you face. Your tears evaporate right off your skin. In this moment, you couldn't help how small you felt. But gripping your mother's locket, you didn't let that feeling consume you. Remembering your mother's words.

"It's okay to be scared Y/n," she had told you after a particularly bad nightmare, "it's what we do with our fear that matters. You're a brave girl, I have faith that when the time comes, you'll be ready to fight for what you love."

You're screaming as you stand, through the pain, through the heartache, you stand your ground. Gwi-ma's flames unable to take you so easily as you think of every thing worth living for. Worth loving. You couldn't believe you had given up. There is still so much.

But your efforts are not enough to stop Gwi-Ma. Just when you're on the verge of collapse, arms wrap around you and you can barely comprehend being carried. Your ears are ringing, so intensely you can barely hear the muffled sounds of the ongoing battle.

"Hey," you're being shook, "Y/n... hey!" Your eyes open as you whine in pain, the burns on your body overwhelming your senses. Through your pain you're able to recognize... Romance. Hold you in his arms to his chest, "hey, there you are." He sighs, gold slit eyes fill with relief. His skin a contrasting purple, with dark striped patterns decorating his skin. "How pretty." You whisper, breathing uneven.

Romance looks at you, shocked. "How can you... after everything-" You still look at him so tenderly, your e/c eyes so full of light that threatens to snuff out at even the slightest gust. "Th-thanks again." You laugh a bit, "You caught me... again." you smile up at him. You're here because of him and you smile at him. He can't take anymore. You were never supposed to suffer, and here you are, damaged in his grasp.

"I'm sorry." He cries, pressing you closer to him. "I'm not." You bite back how it hurts, how he hurt you, you just want him to know- before you can't tell him anymore. "Romance- These past days with you, have made me the happiest- happier than I ever knew I could be." You tell him, wheezing slightly. "I can forgive using me. For doing what you have to, to survive. But don't... don't lie to me."

"I love you." Romance blurts out, "It scared me. And I let that hurt you." He brings his forehead to yours, a silent apology as a single tears falls from his skin and onto yours. "It's okay to be scared," you tell him, repeating your mother's wisdom, "it's what we do with our fear that matters."

He stares at you wide eyed when you he pulls back, then looks up at the ongoing battle, Rumi fights against Gwi-Ma's flames and Romance sees Jinu readying himself to jump in. He looks back down at you, "I have to go." he tells you softly, and you nod, "Okay." He sets you down, then stands to walk away, but not before looking over his shoulder, "Goodbye, Y/n." "No. See ya!" You chirp, so sure, so confident. Romance can't help actually believing he'll see you again.

~

BONUS:

Your hospital room was silent save for the beeping of equipment monitoring your vitals. After your "firework accident" at the Saja Boys last performance, you had been hospitalized for the severe burns you sustained from an out of control firework display. Huntrix had come by to visit, bringing flowers and cards, even helping you brush your hair and the like so you could feel little better. They're nice girls.

While your skin would scar you couldn't say it bothered you much. Especially after talking with Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. Each of them explaining their admiration, for you breaking from Gwi-Ma's control without any experience or training. These scars can be something you're proud of. A symbol of your strength of mind.

Though the real damage had been done to your heart. It has been weeks since everything happened. You hadn't gone home from the hospital just yet, as you recover from small reconstructive procedures and working through physical therapy. You hadn't heard anything about Romance. Or any of the Saja Boys other than them being labeled as "One Hit Wonders".

You couldn't ask Huntrix when they's come by, it was too soon and you needed to focus on yourself. Now, as you walk the hospital halls, you can't help feeling lonely. With a tray of food in your hands you enter your room that's become something close to a home. Shutting the door behind you, you set your tray on the bed. Going around to sit on your bed you notice something on the open window's sill. White curtains sway in the breeze, concealing and revealing a long stemmed red rose.

You bring it to your chest, taking a deep breath you felt you'd been holding for weeks. "Please come see me again soon." You whisper, with a grin of longing on your lips and shimmery eyes.

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Romance x Reader Headcannons

Prompt : Headcannons of Romance and his partner

Author's Note : Can you tell who my second favourite Saja Boy is? I love Romance and need more content of him you guys ☹️

You met Romance completely by chance

You were a kpop idol and your group had only debuted a few months earlier.

No massive wins or trophies or anything of the sort but somehow, your company landed you an MC gig at a major end-of-year award show.

It was in hopes to get your group more attention.

You were standing backstage, rereading your cue cards and trying not to pass out due to nerves, when the door opened and in walked him.

Romance. From The Saja Boys.

There was no way he was real.

He had that energy people spoke about.

He was tall, confident, dressed in an all black outfit with silver accents, his fluffy pink hair was perfectly styled, bringing out his eyes.

He seemed to look over the room before focusing on you. He grinned.

“So you’re the rookie idol right?” he asked.

You nodded quickly and bowed. “Y-yes. I’m… I’m honored.”

He smiled, a little surprised but smiled sweetly.

“You don’t have to look so scared, angel.”

You were going to combust. 

He noticed right away that you were shy.

You kept your gaze down, your voice quiet, and clutched your cue cards like they were your life line. 

He was sure you had the words memorized already due to how many times you looked over them.

But when you read your lines during rehearsal, your voice was clear. Calm. Soft but steady. He was immediately intrigued.

“You’re nervous, huh?” he asked “That’s okay, i’ll help you through it”

During the show, he made sure to be a great guide. 

Gently handing you the mic

Smiling in your direction before your lines

Whispering words of encouragement between camera cuts. 

He even made silly jokes to get you more comfortable and make you laugh.

And when you eventually laughed in his direction? It was game over. That was it for him.

After the show ended, you bowed again, more confident this time. “Thank you for helping me tonight sunbaenim.”

“Anytime,” he said, handing you a cherry soda from the catering. “Actually… I was thinking I’d like to help you smile like that more often.”

You nearly dropped the can.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you had just become Romance’s favorite person in the entire industry.

He loves doting on you. 

Will do anything to see you smile, even if it means acting like a complete clown during practice.

You get flustered so easily and he lives for it.

He sends texts like : 

“Good luck on stage today, angel. Try not to make too many people fall for you today alright?”

And then follow up with a 💋💋 emoji just to mess with you.

Since you’re still a newer idol group, you prefer to keep a super low-profile and try to keep things quiet. 

He’s surprisingly good at respecting that… until he accidentally wears your group’s colors on a livestream and fans notice immediately.

When you both hang out together later you’re covering your face from embarrassment, he gently pulls your hands away.

“Don’t hide from me angel. I like looking at you.”

He’s more of a caller than a texter but you prefer texting over calling. So you both compromise.

He sends you multiple voice notes, knowing just how much you love his voice. 

They’re usually just him humming, singing a few of his lyrics for you, random rants about his day, or compliments.

If you’re sad, he’ll send a 2-minute-long voice memo just going: “Hi. You're my favorite person. That’s all. Okay. Bye. Wait—no, also, you’re cute. Okay now bye. Actually wait–” and he just continues going on like that.

He remembers all your favorite snacks. 

Shows up to music shows with them and slips them to you like it’s a spy exchange.

He finds it fun keeping things a secret.

The first time you initiated physical contact, even though it was just grabbing his sleeve, his whole brain short-circuited. 

He didn’t expect you to make a move.

He then awaits any form of contact from you like a cat. 

Romance is a cat for sure. 

When your group wins their first award, he’s the first person to congratulate you.

He meets up with you secretly at your dorm, peppering your face with kisses.

“I knew you’d do it. So proud of you, angel. I cried a little. Don’t tell the boys.”

He never gets jealous of your fame, but he will get pouty when your company keeps you too busy to text him back.

He also wants to tell everyone you’re together so bad.

“I was thinking we should just tell everyone we’re dating.”

“We are not doing that on Inkigayo day.”

“Okay but, what if we wore matching colors?”

“Romance—”

“They’d never know. Or they’d ALL know. Its a win-win situation.”

He’s touchy when you’re in private backstage. 

Always fixing your mic

Adjusts your accessories

Or even just tucking your hair behind your ear. 

The staff who see this are so in support.

Confession? It happened on your second date.

He was stil getting to know you and had asked about why you wanted to be a kpop idol anyways.

You went on the longest rant. Talking about how you always had a passion for singing and dancing and couldn’t help but admire the many idols you watched every day.

He stopped listening halfway through.

All he could think about was how adorable you looked when so passionate about something.

He wanted to be the first person you ranted to about everything just so he could see your cute face.

“Can i be your boyfriend?” he’d interrupt unconsciously.

His face would turn red after realizing what he said, “T-that slipped out! Please ignore me angel–” 

But you cut him off with a small laugh before agreeing “I’d love that”

He swore his heart fell out of his chest.

He does all the talking when you're around people. 

You stand there politely, maybe giving soft smiles or nods while he speaks.

When you finally do open up, even a little, he absolutely melts.

“I think I just fell in love again.”

Also! When the boys found out here's how it went :

Baby scoffs in disbelief. “You pulled her????? I don’t get why anyone would want to date you…”

“I’m proud of you bro,” Abby nods in approval.

Mystery doesn’t say much but Romance knows he approves. He caught both of you shopping for cute little trinkets one day. Mystery eventually buys both you and Romance couple keychains. He said he’s never seen Romance sit still for more than five minutes, except when he’s waiting for you.

Jinu recognized you from a prior interaction at a performance. He knew you were shy and was a bit surprised you ended up with Romance, the flirt. “I thought they were scared of cameras, turns out they just didn’t want to look at anyone but you.” He’d tease you both.

When asked about his ideal types in interviews he sighs wistfully “Shy. Cute. Soft voice. Gets super shy when I flirt.”

Fans catch on fast.

Especially when they look over clips from when you MC’ed together.

 You two have such different energies that it’s hard not to notice when you interact.

You express your love for him through small, quiet things.

Sharing food.

Fixing his collar.

He especially loves when you hold his pinky under the table.

He expresses love through loud declarations and posting lyrics online that are obviously about you.

He teases you constantly but as soon as you give him a tiny pout, he panics like, “No no no, I’m sorry!! You’re perfect! I love you!”

How your group feels about it!!

Before your first date you were all discussing how crazy everything was.

“Are you sure he’s not just teasing you?”

Your leader gets that protective older sibling energy. 

They know you’re soft-hearted and don't want you to get played, especially by an older idol.

They would watch Romance like a hawk the first few times you two were seen together backstage.

But once they saw how gently he treated you (offering you snacks, never pushing your boundaries, waiting patiently for you to speak), they approved.

Your groups main dancer SCREAMED when they found out. 

"Wait, the flirty guy with the pink hair?? You like that??" they would think for a moment "Actually… okay yeah, I kinda get it."

They constantly tease you about it, always winking when Romance is mentioned.

10/10 ships you both. 

Will start playing Saja Boys songs super loudly in the dorm just to mess with you.

The vocalist, and your closest friend in the group screamed into a pillow when you first told them.

They help you draft texts to him when you’re too nervous to word things perfectly.

You two have sleepovers where you gush about his voice or replay clips where he says your name.

Your groups maknae smirks every time you get a text from him.

“ARE YOU BLUSHINGGG??”

They fully edit videos of your interactions and posts them in your group’s GC.

Overall, they love how he hypes you up, especially since you're so soft-spoken.

“No cause when he said you were the prettiest person he’d ever met on earth on that radio show? I felt like I was gonna cry.”

They're protective, but they’ve also never seen you this happy or confident before.

They think he’s good for you.

He would call you things like :

Angel : All day, everyday. It’s his favorite nickname for you.

Sunshine : When you smile, because he thinks it’s the best thing in the world.

Love : Says it in a lower voice, whenever he wants to make you flustered.

Cutie : Because it’s what you are. 

Y/N-ie : Only in private.

You would call him things like :

Romance-sunbaenim : When you were still getting to know each other. Out of respect (he loved that)

Pretty boy : Under your breath when he’s not listening.

My man : Written in your diary but you’d NEVER say it aloud.

Romi : His contact name in your phone with a pink heart emoji.

Oppa : once you got closer, he loses his mind every time. 

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Let's become one.

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heyyy can i have a hong kong milk tea + chilli powder + 🍁🌅🌊?? thank uuu hehe

// zyx’s boba matchups: open!

kissing you was a drug, and KAEDAHARA KAZUHA was completely intoxicated. an alcoholic, even.

how could he not be? you were such a doll, in every sense of the word. as long has his hands and lips were on you, you never did anything to object. he could pull you to any position he wanted and you would just take it; no resistance, no hesitation, nothing. he could simply pull you into any fantasy he wanted fulfilled and it drove him feral.

it certainly wasn’t because his pace matched yours, no, he knew he was a bit too fast for you. he should slow down, let you catch a breath, but how could he? when you looked up at him, half-dazed, lips wet and glistening and red and swollen when he finally decided to pull away, how could he?

you needed to gasp for air, that much he could tell. but you didn’t, taking short, rapid breaths instead- you were afraid, that if you showed any signs of fatigue he’d stop. you wanted this.

somehow, the thought that you wanted to be defiled by him made him intoxicated even more.

his hands had never left your body, but now they were making their way under your clothes. not trying to take them off; instead feeling every patch of skin your back had to offer. eventually he settled for stroking your spine, liking the way you shivered when he got too close to your tailbone.

he was so enamoured in this feeling, that, he hadn’t even realised he’d stopped kissing you.

“kazuha,” you mumbled, voice barely above a croak. “is- is that all?”

your legs were shaking, senses overwhelmed, but there was a mischievous glint in your eye. the sunset dawned vibrant shades of golden orange upon your face, lips pouting in a most innocent fashion, kazuha felt he was going insane.

one hand still on your back, he effortlessly picked you up with the other, resting you on the railing of the ship’s deck. then, he kissed you with such force your body was all but bent entirely backwards. at this angle, if you were to look down, you’d see the raging sea; and if his grip were to falter, you’d for certain pummel to a drowning death.

it was dangerous. and your compliance to his every whim made him want to push that line as far as it would go.

you should pull away now. if you had any sense at all for your own safety then you would; so why did you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until no gap remained? really, it left very little for kazuha’s imagination; he could feel his whole body heating up under your touch.

your hands made their way to his hair, grabbing on so hard you might’ve plucked some out. but you weren’t pulling him away, no, you were pushing him closer.

it gave neither you nor him a chance to breathe. his initially firm, methodical kisses had grown sloppy and aggressive, chasing after your lips like he had something to lose. no, your lips weren’t nearly enough right now. pulling away, he let his nose guide him further downwards, along your neck until your collarbone, pressing kisses along the way.

you were leaning into his touch, face scrunched up as you held onto him tightly, and kazuha took a moment to reflect on how defenceless he’d become.

you could ask him for anything in this state and he’d say yes, no questions asked. for someone quick-witted to always have something to say, kaedahara kazuha was at a loss for words.

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Look Only At Me

Synopsis; Your eyes are his and only his. Why must you look someone else's way?

CW; Unhealthy relationship, obsession, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, suggestive themes, slight NSFW

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈1.2K

Note; I was going through it writing this because I literally made myself blush— 😭 I had a lot of fun writing this though, that's for sure! I noticed "Desire" received so many notes so I decided to write something similar to it. I have to admit I am a bit embarrassed since this was a bit self-indulgent... But I hope you guys enjoy! 🫶 (This was written at 3am...)

Ithaqua gravely detested you. Your presence brought about such profound feelings of resentment in his heart. Such utter feelings of indignation must be buried in silence. Let the wind cry and roar in spite of your presence whilst you turn a blind eye to his misery. Must you pull at his heartstrings each time you part your lips to speak? Must you leave him in dismay every moment your eyes avert from his?

What shall he do to put an end to such torment? What could remedy such agony? You were akin to a dove, oh so pure, so lovely, oh so naive. You dared not turn his way. You were a mere dove, one that he wishes to sink his teeth into. One that he longs to maintain for his selfish desires. One that he yearns to pluck your beloved white feathers and leave you flightless. That way, you could never leave him.

You were a nuisance. You were nothing more but a burden to him. Yet, why must the wind cry upon your absence? He could never bring himself to understand such a thing. Must you cast him aside like worthless dross? Let your eyes wander, longing for something, someone more than him. Such a thought only churns feelings of displeasure. Ithaqua bit his lip in vexation, for he believed this was something he shan't ever let happen.

Your chest heaved sporadically whilst you panted. The distinctively tall hunter towered over you, his ice axe in hand as droplets of crimson met the snow beneath your feet. A flame ignited in his ember eyes as it locked with yours, he could hear his heart beating brutally in ire while he gazed upon your face of dismay. A sly leer on his face as he approached you. You took a step back, letting out a shaky gasp as you met the walls behind you.

Your teammates were nowhere to be seen or heard. In the distance, you could faintly hear cipher machines. The young male had dropped his ice axe behind him, hunching over slightly to meet your face. Raven hues fixated onto yours, he was abnormally close for comfort. “Ithaqua…?” You uttered breathily. With a menacing smile beneath his mask, he gripped your face, causing you to yelp.

“Y/N… Why must you torment me so? Do you hate me, Y/N?” Ithaqua spoke your name like a prayer, an incantation. “Why do you avoid me?” He interrogated with a scowl. “Are you… afraid of me, Y/N?” He lifted your chin to face him, his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. “No… Of course not, Ithaqua.”

“Then… Why do you run from me, Y/N?” Ithaqua gripped your face tighter, his nails sinking lightly into your skin. Your heart fiercely pounded against your chest as he spoke. Snowflakes licked at your hair as scarlet beads spilled from your lips from your earlier encounter. “Tell me… Do I scare you?” He probed as he ran his thumb over your bloodied lips.

“Fear certainly wouldn’t look like this, now, would it…?” Leisurely, you reached your trembling hands towards his mask. You pulled it off, letting it drop to the snow beneath the two of you. A shade of scarlet red painted over his pale cheeks as his onyx eyes met yours, taken aback by your gesture. A faint cool breeze grazed against both of your skins as he leaned closer, releasing his grip on you.

Ithaqua intertwined his hands with yours instead, pinning them against the wall as he leaned toward the crook of your neck. “Don’t you run from me anymore.” He murmured, his hot breath against your skin. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled in response. “Must you always look someone else’s way?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You repeated yourself like a broken record. You could not bear to upset him like this. “Then promise me one thing, Y/N.” “Yes, Ithaqua?” He leaned in close to your ear, his thumb caressing your hand as he whispered. -“Look only at me.”-

“Of course…” You obliged. “Good…” His lips curled into a small smile as he tenderly kissed your neck. You winced as he scraped his teeth against your bare neck, Ithaqua emitting a small chuckle in response. “Relax…” His warm tongue ran over your flesh, sinking his teeth into you as he sucked. You moaned as he trailed love bites down your neck, working himself down to your collarbone. You called out his name under your breath, lost in his touch.

You had flinched upon the sound of sirens wailing throughout the vicinity. “Ithaqua—” The hunter silenced you, placing a slender finger on your lips. “We’re not done yet.” Spoke the male as he raised your chin, his lips brushing against yours. You melted into the kiss, enveloping your arms around his waist.

Oh, how he gravely detested you. How you'd so easily succumb to him. How you'd still beam at him regardless of his actions. It all made him sick, sick to his stomach. Sick in ways he still didn't quite understand. Perhaps, his heart would find peace with you wrapped around his finger. Seeing it all come into play as you melted upon his touch. He wondered how far is it that you can go. How long is it before you break?

A hand intertwined with his, and another buried deep into his platinum waves. His soft lips were pressed against yours, your tongue dancing with his. Ithaqua's face was flushed with a ruby tint, burning against your skin. Small strands of hair brushed upon your warm cheeks, his body pressed against yours. He was greedy in every way, shape, and form. His touch demonstrates his burning desire, one that is everlasting.

His fingers trailed down your body, begging for more of your touch. He tasted the bitter, metallic taste of blood from your lips, a piece of work done by his own hands. He left you breathless, gasping for air, pleading for more. A thin strand of saliva connected you two, his touch lingering on your skin. The hunter dared not look at you, unable to comprehend the feelings churning inside of him.

How greatly he wanted to strike you down at that very moment. The very moment you laid your delicate eyes on him with such adoration. How dare you gaze upon him with great delicacy? How dare you stir these feelings in his heart? These were all words left unspoken as he reached a trembling hand towards you. Ithaqua's heart pounded frantically in his chest as you took his hand into yours. He wished he could run away, hide away from you, you who brings him torment.

You never cease to pull at his heartstrings like a lyre, and he despised you for it.

Warm rays of sunshine shone upon your face as you awoke in the manor once again. Disoriented you were, you had no recollection of the events that occurred subsequently. You trailed your fingers down your neck, the sound of wind ringing in your ears like chimes. Your cheeks were tinted a shade of carmine, and the series of events prior replayed in your mind ever so vividly. His lips on your cold neck, his fingers tracing stars into your skin. He had left you with a feeling you never felt before in your chest.

Yet, oh, how he detested you so.

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When a Character Is Grieving Someone They Never Got to Say Goodbye To

✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.

✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.

✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.

✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.

✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.

✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.

✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.

✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.

✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.

✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.

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16 years of magi and still no season three 😔

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What to Give a Sh*t About While Brainstorming Your Book

(A.K.A. Before You Even Touch That Shiny Blank Page)

↳ What You’re Actually Obsessed With Stop trying to write what’s trendy. What do you spiral about at 2 a.m.? What ideas make you grin like a gremlin and mutter, “Ohhh, that’s juicy”? That’s your story. Chase that weird, niche, can’t-let-it-go stuff. Your obsession will be the fuel that drags you through chapter 27 when everything sucks and you kind of want to fake your own death.

↳ Your Story’s “Why the Hell Should Anyone Care?” Not in a mean way. But genuinely—why should a stranger give up sleep to read this? What itch does it scratch? What feeling does it deliver? Figure that out early and let it guide you like a tiny emotional compass. If you can’t answer it yet, cool. But keep poking at it until you can.

↳ A Character With Big, Messy Feelings Don’t start with a plot. Start with a person. A disaster with a wound and a want. Someone who wants something so badly it makes them do unwise things. Get to know them like a nosy therapist. Let them tell you what kind of story they want to be in.

↳ Conflict That Isn’t Just Vibes Mood boards are fun. But conflict is what makes a story move. Make sure you’ve got some stakes, emotional, relational, existential, literal. If your idea doesn’t have anything to push against, it’s not a story yet. It’s an inspiration board.

↳ A Rough Emotional Shape Not an outline. Not yet. Just… the feeling. Where does it start (lonely)? Where does it go (rage)? Where does it end (hopeful)? Think of your book like a rollercoaster. You need the high points, low points, and those slow creaky climbs that make people scream. If it’s all flat? Snoozefest.

↳ The One Vibe You Want to Nail Every great book has a thing. An atmosphere. A flavor. Your job during brainstorming is to catch the scent of it. Is it spooky and tender? Funny and tragic? Cozy but secretly brutal? Whatever it is, write it down. Tattoo it on your brain. Let it infect every scene.

↳ Something You’re Scared to Write About You don’t have to go here. But if something in your gut says, “Oh god, I could never write about that”… maybe poke it. Maybe there’s gold in there. Maybe the story wants to heal something. You don’t have to bleed for your art—but if it makes you uncomfortable in a thrilling way? That’s your fire.

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Repressed Emotion Scene Prompts

»» Saying “I’m fine” while their hands shake.

»» Laughing a little too loudly at something not funny.

»» Keeping their posture perfect while their jaw clenches.

»» Dodging emotional questions with charm or sarcasm.

»» “It’s not a big deal,” said like a prayer and a lie.

»» Crying alone in a bathroom stall.

»» Changing the subject every time it gets personal.

»» Numb silence after something devastating.

»» Scrubbing their hands like they can wash away a feeling.

»» Suddenly cleaning or organizing something—anything.

»» Avoiding mirrors.

»» Letting anger slip in where sadness lives.

»» Staring into space with their mouth slightly open, lost in it.

»» A tight smile that doesn’t even reach their cheeks.

»» Hugging someone stiffly—like they don’t know how anymore.

»» Not reacting when they should.

»» Punching a wall.

»» Pressing fingers to their temple like they're trying to hold their head together.

»» Keeping a secret so deep they forgot it was there.

»» “No, really. I’m good.” Said like a lie they need to believe.

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Tender Actions for Characters Who Are Yearning (But Not Together… Yet)

(aka: I crave you in silence, and if you notice, I’ll die and also be thrilled)

・❥・Letting their hand hover near yours but never quite touching. Every atom screaming: please reach back.

・❥・ Saving the last bite of something, “just in case you wanted it.” (They always do. You always remember.)

・❥・ Fixing their backpack strap, even when it’s not falling.

・❥・ Offering your umbrella wordlessly. Standing a little closer than needed.

・❥・ Sitting beside them at a group thing before your brain catches up. Like it’s instinct.

・❥・ Casually mentioning something they said weeks ago. Something small. Something they didn’t think you’d remember.

・❥・ Carrying an extra pen, just in case they forget.

・❥・ Letting them rant. Letting them ramble. Letting them be.

・❥・ Your eyes finding theirs in a crowd before your brain says, look away.

・❥・ Brushing against them “by accident” and apologizing even though it lit your whole nervous system on fire.

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Things Your Character Secretly Fears (But Won’t Admit It)

(Even if they act like they’ve got it together or especially if they do.)

Being truly known (because what if they’re not enough?)

Being truly loved (because what if they’re not enough... again?)

Being forgotten.

Letting people down, and knowing they did.

Becoming their parents.

Needing help.

Asking for it.

Getting what they want, and hating it.

Being vulnerable and not being met there.

Losing control in front of others.

Letting someone close, only to be abandoned.

Never finding their purpose.

Success (because now they have something to lose).

Hurting someone they care about.

Saying something they can’t take back.

Feeling too much, and not being able to stop.

That they peaked too early.

That they’re not the main character in their own life.

Trusting someone and getting burned for it.

That deep down, they are the villain in someone else's story.

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How to Structure a Oneshot That Hits Like a Thunderclap

“A good oneshot is a single breath—sharp in, slow out.”

A oneshot isn’t just a short story. It’s a moment, a mood, a slice of intimacy that wouldn’t survive being stretched into a full-length fic. Here’s how to make it count.

Pick One Core Emotion

Build the whole thing around a single feeling. Obsession. Longing. Regret. Euphoria. Grief.

If a full-length fic is a symphony, your oneshot is a single piano note.

Ask: What should the reader feel when they finish?

Ex: “This oneshot is about the moment someone realizes they’ve already fallen in love.”

Limit the Timeline

Don’t span days. Or even hours, if you can help it. The strongest oneshots focus on a single scene or moment.

A kiss in a hallway.

A final goodbye at dawn.

A confession said too late.

Tight time = tight tension.

Start Late, End Early

Drop us into the scene already in motion—no lengthy set-up. And leave us just after the climax, not long after.

Don’t: “They met three years ago and…”

Do: “It’s raining the night he finally says it.”

Your oneshot should feel like eavesdropping on something private.

Structure Like This

ACT I: Setup (15–25%)

Who are we with? Where are we? What’s simmering under the surface?

ACT II: The Shift (50–70%)

Something changes. A kiss. A fight. A confession. A memory.

The mood deepens or flips—this is your emotional peak.

ACT III: The Fallout (15–25%)

How does it end? A single line. A final look. A choice not made.

Leave a lingering echo, not an epilogue.

Let Style Do the Heavy Lifting

A oneshot gives you space to lean into voice, imagery, and metaphor. Write like it’s the last thing you’ll ever write.

“He says her name like it’s a prayer, but the gods stopped listening hours ago.”

Mood. Matters.

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Sparking Chemistry Between Characters #1

⇢ Emotional Timing ( When One Opens Up and the Other Isn’t Ready, Yet)

There’s something so devastatingly real about when characters miss each other, not physically, but emotionally. One’s finally ready to be honest, to be seen… and the other? Still hiding. Still pretending. That emotional dissonance creates a whole different kind of electricity: one rooted in vulnerability, silence, and the ache of almost.

“I trust you,” she said, voice low, eyes steady. He looked at her, and for a second, he almost said it back. But then his smile cracked, soft and sad, and he looked away like the words were burning holes in his throat.

This isn’t the moment they fall into each other’s arms. This is the moment they could have. And those moments still haunt.

Use this when:

You want slow burn that hurts a little

Your characters are stubborn, scared, or emotionally constipated (bless them)

The closeness builds from not-quite-connecting, until one of them finally breaks

⇢  Silent Support ( When They Don’t Say It, But They Show It)

Sometimes the most romantic thing a character can do is just… be there. No speeches. No dramatic gestures. Just showing up, quiet, consistent, unwavering. The kind of person who notices when your laugh sounds tired.

He didn’t say anything when he found her curled up on the kitchen floor. He just sat next to her, their shoulders barely touching, and slid his hoodie off without a word. A minute later, she was wearing it. Five minutes later, she was breathing again.

This isn’t about grand declarations. It’s about the kind of love that doesn’t demand to be acknowledged. The kind that waits. That steadies. That speaks fluent silence.

Use this when:

You want to show love without “I love you”

You’re building intimacy through actions, not words

Your characters aren’t the touchy-feely, talk-it-out types

⇢ Emotional Whiplash (When Conflict Turns Intimate Too Fast)

This is the classic “We were fighting five seconds ago and now I want to kiss you” moment. Because nothing stirs up feelings like frustration mixed with closeness. When characters clash, especially if there’s emotional history or denial involved, it creates heat. They’re already fired up. Already in each other’s space. Now throw in a little vulnerability and BAM, you’ve got magnetic chaos.

“Why do you care what I do?” she snapped, stepping closer. “Because I...” He bit the word back, jaw tight. His fists clenched at his sides. She stared, breath caught in her throat. “Because I do,” he said finally, quieter this time. “More than I should.”

Enemies to lovers. Friends to what even are we. That line-blurring, heart-pounding tension where the air is thick and the truth almost slips out, that’s where this trope lives (I Love It).

Use this when:

You want chaos, angst, and chemistry all at once

Your characters are in denial and one good argument away from kissing

You want something to break open and then immediately regret it

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Vibes for Characters #1

Who Are Angry, But Don’t Know Why...

(aka the ones who punch walls emotionally, even if they never touch anything)

☽ Clenched fists for no reason. Fingernails digging into palms. White knuckles. Always. ☽ Their jaw is sore, but they don’t realize it’s from grinding their teeth all day. ☽ Quick to snap at people who ask “Are you okay?”—because no, but they don’t have a map to what’s actually wrong. ☽ Laughs in the middle of an argument, but it’s that ugly laugh. That “God I wish I knew how to scream without breaking something” laugh. ☽ Gets weirdly emotional over small inconveniences. Burnt toast. Traffic. Missing socks. Not because of the thing—but because of everything. ☽ Hates being pitied more than being hated. ☽ Half the things they say sound sarcastic, even when they’re not trying to be. ☽ Walks too fast. Eats too fast. Always doing something like stillness might swallow them whole. ☽ Tells people “I’m just tired” when what they mean is “I don’t trust myself not to explode.” ☽ Picks fights with mirrors. Or themselves. ☽ Looks calm from a distance, but their energy feels like a storm about to break. ☽ The kind of person who storms out and comes back five minutes later because they weren’t done arguing with themselves.

Who Don’t Think They Deserve to Exist

(The “I’m fine, but I’m not supposed to be here” kind of characters. The ghost-in-their-own-body ones.)

☽ Flinches when praised. Freezes when complimented. Looks confused, like kindness is a foreign language they never learned. ☽ Keeps everything small. Their voice. Their handwriting. Their footprint in the world. ☽ Won’t ask for help, but apologizes for asking if they’re allowed to ask. ☽ Constantly feels like they’re taking up space they didn’t earn. Physically, emotionally, narratively. ☽ Will drop everything to take care of you—and absolutely cannot handle being taken care of in return. ☽ Fills silences with self-deprecation. Can’t stand being left alone with just their own breathing. ☽ Has entire imaginary conversations in their head about being a burden. Usually ends with them deciding to stay quiet. ☽ Smiles when they’re sad, because they’ve learned people like them better that way. ☽ Lives in survival mode, even in safe places. ☽ The kind of tired that isn’t fixed by sleep. The kind of ache that doesn’t bruise. ☽ Doesn’t think anyone would miss them if they left—but still shows up for everyone anyway. ☽ Would literally sacrifice themselves for someone else’s peace, and not tell anyone they were in pain while doing it.

Who Would Rather Self-Destruct Than Be Vulnerable

(You know the type. “I’m fine,” they say, while bleeding emotionally in six places and making it your fault.)

☽ Has a six-sense radar for emotional intimacy and bolts the second they feel it coming. ☽ Jokes about their trauma before anyone else can ask questions. ☽ Flirts like it’s war. Gets emotionally close like it’s a death sentence. ☽ Hates silence because it feels like it might start telling the truth. ☽ Master of the “accidental push away” (says things like “You don’t really care,” when what they mean is “Please prove me wrong.”) ☽ Would rather burn a bridge than admit they actually want you to cross it. ☽ Says “It’s not a big deal” about everything, even when it obviously is. ☽ Responds to “Are you okay?” with “Define okay.” ☽ Thinks vulnerability is weakness, but secretly craves someone who’ll stay after seeing the mess. ☽ Their love language is sabotage. Their defense mechanism is charisma. ☽ Will talk you through your emotional breakdown with terrifying clarity—and ghost you the second you ask how they’re doing. ☽ Would rather be hated for who they pretend to be than be hurt as who they really are.