#lune chatters

[melodiclune]

@galaxynajma @himi-wiz

both of you suck. too tempting. i can't believe i fell for your tricks

[melodiclune]

This is how it started:

Hehehehehe

@chocodajib is Jib, and Colbub isn't on Tumblr, but here's a link to her gorgeous fic if you're a ShuAke enjoyer (P5R Spoilers)!!

Violence is the answer.

@chocodajib and I were being geniuses in the marigolds server.

[warmsands-catcoup]

Our system functioning is changing on a deep level again... let's hope it's for the better instead of for the worse. Last time was positive albeit happened for negative reasons, so we have to hope this is a good sign instead of a bad sign.

We have ideas of why the functioning is changing so deeply again, though we won't be sharing them publicly, but that doesn't help discern because there's a good mix of good and bad in those ideas we have. On one hand: Maybe it's positive because we're recovering and in a better place now than what caused the last deep change. On the other: Maybe it's negative because of the negative aspects of our life right now.

Who knows. It's hard to tell right now. We need to wait to see.

[lunetual]

hi if any of you are in texas/coming to dkb dallas, max and i are doing the official banner project 🤭

[collective-clownery]

knock knock anybody home?-❁

Mhm

[melodiclune]

Oh this picrew was fun, I could actually look like myself!

There we go. I haven't changed much except for the eyes and general attitude, but it's palpable. I'm thinking like... Then is Middle school me, and Now is current me.

@blue-thief @galaxynajma @a-mel-tomelts @himi-wiz @zendersenders @noname-nonartist @sunflowerswithtea @theclearblue @sanaexus @kityeeee

I WANNA START A TAG GAME SO YOUNGERSELF VS OLDERSELF

@emmie-writes-stuff @kuro-min @kurona-theshark @ragingnovae (I don’t have many people to tag/can tag) ANY1 CAN JOIN AND NO PRESSURE TO JOINED TO TAGGED PEOPLE <333

[groenendaelish]

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[nabsthevulture]

The only thing you'll ever need to know about me is that one of the Godzilla: KOTM trailers made me cry

[kimakento]

LOVE CUES

synopsis: being stuck on the side of the road while it’s raining isn’t an ideal situation to be in, that is if you don’t get to meet a cute barista in the coffee shop across from you. ⌙ 1.5k

pairing: barista!asakura jo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

tags: coffee shop!au, jo’s teased throughout, he’s just really cute!, loserish!jo, [no warnings except language]

author’s note: this is for the loser jo truthers (aka me) heres my gift to lunes for the new years !

a driver’s license definitely would’ve come in handy right about now; but that thought still didn’t make you want to kill byun euijoo any less. what kind of person promises their friend a ride while caught in horrible rain but then backtracks when needed most?

clutching your handbag closer, you sighed while slinking back into the slightly-uncomfortable bench at the bus shelter you took cover under. there was no noise except for the sound of droplets padding against the concrete pavement aggressively — which you took as background noise — and the whirring of the occasional car passing by. a frown tugged at your lips as the cold and harsh december wind bit at your body.

curse you for only caring about a perfect outfit instead of bringing a winter coat.

you really needed to find somewhere to go. glancing around through the heavy rainfall, you spotted a quaint building, only one floor high; a cafe, you had read from the sign. it stood across the road, barely visible through the relentless droplets of rain. the lights of the coffee shop were on and there was a man — you figured by the tall stature — a mop in his hand while cleaning the floor.

surely, you could reach it without getting too wet, you thought to yourself. after collecting your things, you decided to beeline it to the coffee shop.

ignoring the raindrops falling against your skin, you only wrapped your arms around your torso in an attempt to combat the cold whilst crossing the wet street. when you stepped inside, the atmosphere was warm and cozy, almost like a hug. there was an apparent smell of coffee beans, water dripping from your clothes and grouping into small puddles onto the shining floor.

the tall man you’d spotted from earlier had his apron-tied back turned to you; headphones on and clearly swaying to whatever he was listening to. you could only watch as a puddle grew beneath your boots before being caught by surprise when he whirled towards you, his body jolting in shock.

crimson painted his cheeks when he registered your presence.

you spoke up. “so sorry for scaring you, it’s just that it was….” using your finger, you gestured to the rain. as you trailed off, you took in the sight of the worker. he was cute. so cute. and tall.

very much your type. oh, you were so doomed.

“you’re drenched! oh my gosh.” those were the only words that left his parted lips before disappearing through a door behind the counter.

“oh.” you let out a sigh in confusion, standing there awkwardly; probably akin to a wet cat.

but before you could glance around any more, the now-headphoneless man returned, with something — a towel, you believed — in hand.

a weak smile tugged at his pretty lips as he handed it to you. “here! sorry for making you wait long….” a hand went up to rub the nape of his neck in embarrassment. “please, sit down.” he said, guiding you to the table closest to the door and pulling a chair.

once you were seated, you wrapped the towel around your body tightly.

“thank you so much for the towel….” you trailed off, squinting your eyes to try and read the letters on the nametag pinned to his apron. “jo! i really needed it.”

at the sound of his name, jo averted his gaze to his shoes. a pretty girl saying his name aloud was too much for his heart. he was so hopeless.

“u-uh, of course..” he mumbled out.

seconds later, his eyes returned to yours curiously. “coffee or hot chocolate?”

“huh?” your teeth chattered as you spoke.

“you’re shivering. a hot drink is good for the cold, you know. it’s easy to get sick, especially in this weather.” his words came out slowly, but you could still feel the warmth in his tone.

why did this barista have to be so cute? the thought repeated in your mind.

“in that case, a hot chocolate would be ideal.” you replied back, equally soft. “how much is it?”

“oh no! i can’t let you pay. consider it on the house!” jo smiled, to which you thought was the most adorable thing ever.

“really? i can’t even begin to thank you, you’re so kind.”

“just trying to help.” he tried to reply nonchalantly.

but that was a lie; he thought you were so pretty. the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. jo was anything but nonchalant around pretty girls.

the towel had helped relieve the uncomfortable feeling of damp clothes sticking to your bare skin, you were beginning to feel warmer now. your gaze followed the barista as he returned to the counter.

“one hot chocolate coming up.” he said before working the machines.

you scrolled on your phone while you waited, replying to the copious amounts of apology texts send by euijoo; sighing in annoyance before replying. too immersed in the conversation, you hadn’t realised that jo had already finished and was currently standing over you.

“oh, sorry.” you apologised and slipped your phone back into your handbag, watching as he set the steaming cup of hot chocolate and another plate — a croissant that you obviously didn’t order — down.

you smiled at his thoughtfulness. “no way i’m eating it for free. how much for the croissant?”

“it’s on the house too, don’t worry.” he shot you a small smile back, fixing the pencil behind his ear.

“no, really.” you insisted once again.

the barista shook his head firmly. “it’s the least i can do. you looked hungry.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in faux confusion at the last part.

“u-uh… i didn’t mean it like that. you don’t look hungry — fuck. you look really pretty if anything. i can’t believe i said that.” he fiddled with his hands, refusing to meet your gaze.

when you noticed his ears got redder at every word, you let out a giggle. “it’s fine, i got what you were trying to say.”

“oh, that’s good then.”

“thank you again. i really thought i was going to freeze out there, you know. one of my friends canceled on me.”

raising the croissant to your parted lips, you took a big bite, savouring the taste.

“did you make this? it’s really good!” you covered your mouth as you spoke, eyes glistening. and jo couldn’t help but be enamoured with you more in that exact moment.

shyly, he nodded.

“i sometimes help out with the baking. i’m really glad you like it…” he trailed off, looking at you with an expectant expression painting his face.

that was when you realised he was still standing in front of you and began to scramble to take your belongings off of the chair in front of you, gesturing to it kindly.

”no, i couldn’t.” he said, moving his hands around. “i… i have to work anyways.”

you pinched the bridge of your nose. “you’re not gonna make me beg, are you? please. i could really use the company.” you smiled up at him.

after a few seconds, he relented, pulling the chair and plopping down. his posture was stiff; shoulders fixed and hands beneath the table — probably clasped together, you thought.

was he always this awkward around new people? it was cute.

“jo, if you keep staring, i’m gonna think there’s something on my face.”

“it’s just that…. you’re really pretty.”

it was your turn to freeze, face heating up. you never expected him to be that straightforward.

“i think you are too…” you said, hurriedly taking a sip of the forgotten hot chocolate in embarrassment. however, the second it reached your tongue, it burned. letting out a small yelp, you placed the cup onto the table once again, covering your face more.

the man scrambled up, reaching over and cupping your face. “are you okay?” he asked hurriedly, his voice more louder than it’d ever been. jo moved your chin up as concern filled his eyes. “i should’ve warned you.”

you learned something about jo at that moment. his hands were surprisingly warm.

and that he smelled good.

“that was my fault. it’s hot chocolate after all.”

you gazed up at him, mesmerised. he was really more handsome up close. it was your peering eyes that snapped him back, jo snatched back his hands apologetically, obviously embarrassed.

“sorry, it’s just that i—” he started.

you cut him off quickly, very much flattered with his rambling. “could i have your number?”

“huh…? oh.”

“it’s okay if you don’t want to.” you assured.

“no, i want to!”

as you passed your phone to him, he gave another small smile before inputting the digits. shortly after receiving it back, you heard a ping.

it was euijoo.

a frown tugged at your lips. “i have to go. my ride is here.” you announced sadly.

grabbing your stuff, you got up.

“thank you for the free food, i really enjoyed meeting you, jo. i hope we can meet again.”

the barista stood up, his gaze stuck on his shoe. he wanted to say something.

only when you turned around to leave did he talk.

“i’d really like it if you’d let me take you out.” his tone was still soft, but something seemed different. when you turned to meet his eyes, you were shocked to see him already staring at him.

“i would love that. text me soon?”

he nodded slowly to which you giggled at before leaving the shop but not before waving enthusiastically.

now jo had something — or someone, rather — to look forward to in these drab days.

reblogs are appreciated!

net: @lune-net

[noblehouseofgay]

Home Alone

Rosekiller microfic

Little Luna and implied pandalily

Home Alone au

Dedicated to these freaks that I am very emotionally attached to, Merry Xmas guys: @shouldhavebeenarockstar @allonsy-moony @maraudering-times @marauders-brain-rot @caiizawa @hexa-ro @drowninkystar @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Quiet chatter filled the winter night air as Barty and Evan walked up to the door.

"No but it was funny because Regulus was-" Barty paused when he realized his key wouldn't go into the lock. "That's strange." He tried again as Evan used his phone light to check it.

"It looks- it looks sealed." Even stood back up. Their eyes widened as they looked at each other.

"Home Alone."

Last week, Pandora had invited everyone over for a movie night. They had watched Home Alone and even that night they could tell Luna had loved the movie.

Now, on a night they expected to be an easy babysitting night, they had been cast as the wet bandits and had to get into this booby trapped house.

Luna was a clever kid.

It wouldn't be easy.

Or safe.

Evan knocked on the door. "Lunes? It's us. Can we come in?"

Nothing.

Barty sighed. "I'll try the back door, you wait here." Evan nodded and Barty made his way around the back of the house.

"Looney Tunes? It's Uncle Bat." He grabbed the door knob and immediately yelped in pain. "Fuck! Luna!" The metal had been electric somehow and had completely zapped his hand. Barty shook his hand, trying to gain back feeling in it.

"Luna we have to come in eventually!" He shook his head, looking for his next option.

🥀

Meanwhile back out front, Evan had gotten a window open, he climbed inside carefully. He watched where his feet stepped, making sure to not step on the toy cars below him. He scoffed. "Those aren't even Luna's those are Harry's."

He managed to stand on solid ground unscathed, but he didn't think to look up until a bucket of freezing cold water came crashing down on his head. "Oh fuck-" Evan tried to dodge but it was no use. If he stepped wrong he'd slip, so he simply accepted his icy fate.

He groaned and rubbed his head. "Oh you are so grounded when I find you, kid."

💀

Barty had managed to pry the door open after ten minutes of trying. He slammed it open, looking around. He carefully stepped inside the cellar. As he went to take another step, his foot wouldn't move.

He looked down to find glue covering the steps. "Bloody hell." He ripped off his shoes, throwing them in various directions. With his next step, his socks were pulled off. When he finally he reached the door, he flung it open and skipped the last stair.

He stomped inside, finding Evan standing in the living room.

"You're wet."

"Your shoes are missing."

"Have you seen her yet?"

As if summoned, a small voice came from upstairs. "You boys done, or are you thirsty for more?"

Both of them looked up to see Luna sitting on the stairs with a nerf gun.

"Luna- we can talk about thi-" Her aim was perfect. She hit Barty right in the mouth, firing ten foam bullets at him and effectively shutting him up. Barty dove to the side, slamming into Evan and knocking them both to the ground.

Luna could be heard laughing and running away.

Evan sighed in frustration. "Really, Bee?"

"I didn't know she'd bloody shoot me!"

Evan sighed and shoved his boyfriend off him, standing up. "We have two options. We either give up since we're at least in the house now."

"Or?"

Evan smirked slightly. "Or we play into it and give her a little show."

Barty's eyes flickered with something dangerous, his smirk matching Evan's. "I bloody love your brain." Barty pulled his boyfriend in and kissed him.

He grimaced slightly. "I forgot you're wet."

"Did you also forget when you fell on top of me?"

Barty looked down at his wet shirt. "Oh. Yeah I did. Well I was busy with darts being shot down my throat."

"Have something else you'd prefer down your throat?"

"You know it, Rosie."

Evan hummed. "Later. Right now we've got a kid to entertain." He marched up the stairs, walking right over a trip wire.

Barty yelped behind him as a paint can came swinging towards him, only narrowly missing his head. "She's gonna bloody kill us!"

Evan shrugged. "Possibly. She is Pandora and Lily's kid afterall."

"A combination made in hell surely. She's too smart for 7 years old."

Evan snorted, walking further down the hall. They made their way to Luna's door, eyeing each other before slowly opening it.

The door opened and it was quiet. Silence. No movement.

"This cannot be a good thing."

They walked in carefully, Barty's eyes on the ground and Evan's eyes looking around them.

"Alright kid, time's up, we're here."

"Is that a fact?" Luna's small voice came from behind them. They turned to find her pushing a small button.

"Luna-"

Immediately ropes came around them, tying them up and knocking them on their asses.

Luna cackled and plopped down in front of Barty and Evan.

"Hello uncles." Her voice was so sweet. So deceiving.

"Luna."

She blinked innocently.

"I am so bloody proud of you! This was so well done!" Barty laughed.

Evan sighed. "We should be punishing her, Bee...but it was cool." A smile creeped onto his face as he looked at his niece. "But you do realize you have to clean this up before your mum comes right?"

Luna pouted. "I know. But it was fun."

"It was. Now untie us. I'm beat, kid."

Luna smiled and untied her uncles. Both of them stood up and hugged her.

Barty lifted her onto his shoulders. "Now next time, you include you got it? I know some old tricks that'd work on your Uncle Reggie."

Evan just laughed and shook his head as the three walked out of the room to clean up the absolute disaster that was the Lovegood Residence.

[buildabuddy]

𝜗𝜚 premade subsys!

♪ collective identities!

subsystem names :: sanrio subsys, cutesy collective, silly sanctuary, critter cluster

names :: star, momo, mimi, kit, chiffon, miette, maisey, jewel, trinket

pronouns :: she/he/they/it/star/kit/cat/pup/paw/critter/creature/that thing/pitter/patter/tip/tap/piano/tune/melody/play/toy

genders :: sanriobodiment, sanriohoarder, sanriofluid, sanriogender, sanrioplushic, sanriocoric

terms :: any/all

orientation :: panromantic asexual, creature4creature

other labels :: animality emsoul, choantism, panpet regressor

specific headmates below the cut!

name(s) :: mellotune, melody, aria, sonata, harmony, lyric, cadence, symphony, viola, luna, star, miette, moon, flower, bloom, petal

pronouns :: she/they/music/lala/muse/song/mello/key/chord/tune/soe/sonnet/lyr/sym/vi/star/cloud/piano/constel/cosme/stel/moon/lune/lunar/paw/kit/purr/mrrp/mrow/chirp/sing/trill/soft/meek

age :: 14-16, 5-7 when regressed

gender(s) :: female, twinklenightic, symphonygender, rainypianica, willullabic, pateliikitque, fluffkitgender, purrplushiekinnic

terms :: fem

orientation :: asexual lesbian, harmonic attraction

other labels :: music emotum, music making emsoul, cat emsoul, affectionate kitty

roles :: regressor, comforter, love holder

species :: persian cat

source(s) :: mellotune, sanrio

fashion style :: classical, elegant

music taste :: loving, million eyes, sleeping at last

name(s) :: chibimaru, maru, puppy, tiny, rocky, goldie, russel, frankie, chip, buddy, dash, collie, kibble, walker, riley, scout, scruffy, milo

pronouns :: he/she/it/paw/pup/yip/bark/wroof/ruff/woof/wag/treat/gold/bone/teeth/howl/spark/fluff/fetch/grr/chew/leash/play/toy/roll/run/walk/tail/chase/arf/fur/jump/cute/flop/lop/pitter/patter

age :: 12-15

gender(s) :: bigender, gold rush puppy, puppyboy, transfem/masc dog, pupgender, sundogic, dogstimmic, yellowdogplushic

terms :: masc/fem

orientation :: velaurian, puppy velaurian

other labels :: pup / puppy, euphotulin, affectionate puppy, puppydog-coded

roles :: middle, companion, energetic alter

species :: mame shiba inu

source(s) :: chibimaru, sanrio

fashion style :: kidcore

music taste :: kero kero bonito, they might be giants, bo en

name(s) :: corocorokuririn, coro, kuri, rin, petal, flower, bloom, blossom, berry, squeak, chitter, nugget, nibbles, biscuit, whiskers

pronouns :: they/he/chitter/chatter/vanilla/berry/petal/flower/bloom/blossom/lily/flore/valley/vale/bud/stem/leaf/pitter/patter/seed/sprout/spring/soothe/gentle/paw/flutter/murmur/sun/cherry

age :: 16-18

gender(s) :: springgardenic, driedfloweric, springseasic, laetuscricetus, cottagecrittean, aniaffectic

terms :: neu/masc

orientation :: daffodilic panromantic aro, ace-spec

other labels :: nasciflower, invililyvalleyfleuric

roles :: creature carer, animotic, emotional regulator

species :: hamster

source(s) :: corocorokuririn, sanrio

fashion style :: cottagecore

music taste :: vashti bunyan, sibylle baier, joanna newsom

name(s) :: pandapple, jubilee, honeycrisp, darcy, bamboo, spring, rowan, eloise, cordelia, flannery, crimson, scarlet, hyacinth, jinx

pronouns :: they/she/he/it/apple/panda/paw/stem/leaf/branch/seed/juice/tree/orchard/lazy/claw/chew/bamboo/sprig/fleur/cub/fur/care/leaf/garden/jungle/dew/honey/crisp/fuji/gala/pink/lady

age :: 6-10

gender(s) :: laetusailuropoda, munchingpandacoric, ailmelaeon, amuspandic, crispappleish, vinecoric, royalbambic

terms :: all

orientation :: panromantic asexual

other labels :: desirpaws, joy eiment, cute emotum

roles :: item keeper, optimist, chameleon

species :: giant panda

source(s) :: pandapple, sanrio

fashion style :: country, basic

music taste :: nana grizol, of montreal, olivia tremor control

[melodiclune]

this whole race had my heart rate going WE'RE SO BACK. IT'S SO OVER. my gosh

[aelia-posts]

Microfic - wolfstar - words: 359

The Moon came to play.

It was cold.

That was one constant, Remus supposed, about the whole situation. He was waiting on the now deteriorated bed in the middle of the room with brown torn sheets, arms wrapped around himself as he curled up into a ball, burning hot - like he had fire in his bones - and yet shivering, his teeth chattering together. The rising moonlight glared at him through the window, attracting his attention and keeping his eyes glued to one spot, a clear reminder for what was to come.

A clear reminder as to the monster he was.

A sharp pain suddenly spiked travelling up along his spine causing him to yelp and fall over sideways so that he was now lying down on the bed. He choked back a sob, everything hurt, but he couldn't prevent the tears that fell from his eyes.

Suddenly, a cool palm touched his cheek as he felt a presence next to him, and he tried to warn them to stay away - he was a monster, he would hurt them - but Remus found himself gripping the hand and feeling himself being lifted up, the other hand in his hair, shushing him.

"it's ok ma lune. Your ok, your safe. I've got you."

Remus sinfffled, crying out as another sharp pain shot through him, this one more intense then the last. The hand in his let go and traveled to his back where it started to rub comforting circles.

He turned his face and buried it into the boys shoulder inhaling the smell.

Sirius.

Oh Sirius. No matter how hard the pain was, no matter how much the beast inside clawed and bashed and growled out and ruined everything Remus had, Sirius was always somehow there.

Sirius held Remus, if only for a short while as he had to transform, kissing him tenderly on the burning forehead. Just as he did before every moon, a reminder there he was still there. Remus closed his eyes as he stopped crying, leaning into the touch.

''I'm here ma lune, I am here." Sirius whispered. Remus nodded, no energy left to reply.

Sirius was here. It was going to be alright.

[r0mantic-f00l]

(again, not happy with this one but I just finished an over 2k chapter for soleil et lune and I'm tired so 😭)

jealous remus is one of my weak spots 😩

happy valentines day!

Interfering with a Love Life

The pub was cramped, every corner, every table filled with people as chatter and laughter deafened the music playing through the speakers. Drunk old men sat at the bar and bothered the poor, exhausted barkeep who had half an hour left in his shift, his eyes flicking to the clock every 5 minutes as the old men roared with laughter.

Remus was staring at you, sneaky with his gaze as he watched you smile, giggle, joke and talk; he only looked away when you glanced at him briefly, sipping his beer as he pretended to listen to James rambling to Peter about just how difficult Quidditch could be.

Sirius was at the bar himself, flirting with the man next to him to get free drinks (Remus always rolled his eyes, but Sirius always ended up walking away with free drinks for everyone at the table).

Lily was talking to you about wedding dress shopping, Remus quite invested into the conversation as he listened to you gush about how a sweetheart neckline (whatever that was) and perhaps a mermaid dress (he wondered if that was even a thing) would look amazing on the red-haired girl.

A couple minutes later, Sirius finally walked over with a round of drinks in his hands, passing them out to everyone.

"God, that bloke was such a creep." He murmured, digging into Marlene's bag for a cigarette pack.

"Uh, Sirius, you got me a cider." Remus complained, lifting the bottle so Sirius could see the lable.

"So?"

"So I don't like ciders."

"You don't like ciders?" You asked, bewildered at his taste.

"Yeah, I think they're too sweet." He shrugged.

You took the cider bottle away from him and smiled as you drank a sip.

"More for me, then."

Remus rolled his eyes, smiling as he did so, and he stood up from his chair, taking his jacket off and placing it on the chair, establishing his claim as he checked his jeans' pockets for money.

"Right, I'm going to the bar. Does anyone want anything?"

Everyone shook their heads and said no, Remus walking over to the bar as Sirius lit up his cigarette, ignoring Marlene's scolds as James gagged at his 'disgusting' habit.

Remus ordered a beer, to which the barmaid had to run down to change the keg, leaving the man standing there as he leaned against the wooden counter.

Another man had walked up next to him, same age as Remus, maybe a tad bit older, as he ordered an old-fashioned from the other barkeep, leaning in the same way Remus did against the bar.

"Oi," The man had attempted to get Remus' attention, quite rudely, but nevertheless Remus turned to face him.

"You having a good night?" The man attempted to make small talk, tapping his fingers against the wood as he grinned at Remus.

"Yeah." He replied, just wanting to be left alone.

"Oh, good. Listen, that girl you're with, over there?" The man had pointed to you over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if she's single."

The barmaid had replaced the keg, it seemed, as she handed Remus his cold glass of beer. He gripped onto it strongly, sighing as he reminded himself to be calm and tell the truth. You weren't dating, much to his dismay. Why should he interfere with your love life?

"No, she isn't."

Apparently, Remus decided to interfere with your love life that night. 

"Oh. Who's she with?"

"This really strong guy, he's also got insane anger issues."

"Oh yeah?" The man tilted his head.

"Yeah."

"Well, I don't see him anywhere." The man grinned, taking a sip of his whiskey whilst Remus' jaw clenched.

"Well he's here."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and if he knew that you were talking like this, he wouldn't hesitate to punch you across your face and kick the living shit out of you."

The man chuckled. "Trust me, he wouldn't get a chance to try."

It was as if the stars aligned when you walked up to Remus and wrapped your hands around his arm.

"Remmy, why are you taking so long?" You whined, clearly a bit tipsy as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Are you missing me?" He grinned, finding humour in the man's suddenly afraid expression.

"Yeah, Siri and James are being stupid and the girls are talking about going to Vegas, and I just wanna go to bed." You yawned, closing your eyes against Remus' arm as he chuckled and shifted his arm around your shoulder so you could rest your head against his chest.

"Okay, I'm coming back now." He grabbed his beer and smirked at the man who gulped and looked away from his intimidating stare whilst the two of you walked away.

"I heard you by the way." You mumbled.

"You did? 

"Yeah," You looked up at him and grinned.

"It's nice having such a protective boyfriend."

Remus repricated your grin, and ruffled your hair.

"It's nice having such a beautiful girlfriend."

You blushed, though you hid your face in his chest.

The next morning, you woke up with your head on Remus' bare chest as he twirled your hair between his fingers, staring at you with tired eyes and a smile on his face.

[hyunnielix]

la lune & le soleil.

Series Masterlist

— felix x reader (f) 

— word count: 2.9k

— genre: non-idol au, strangers to lovers/slow burn with eventual smut (not in this chapter sorry), angst (some?). 

— warning's: Roomate!Hyunjin, Felix is jealous of Hyunjin, crowds in public spaces. food!!! (unedited)

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One of the bakers was perfecting what looked like pistachio croissants, whilst another was boxing multi-coloured macaroons. None of them had looked up at the ruckus. Professionalism at it's finest. The corner of your lip twitched. In the middle of all the chaos, there he stood.

To say you were a little intimidated was a massive understatement. Your gaze followed the seemingly endless line of people. It was halfway down the street. They were buzzing with excitement for the new pastries that had just been announced, chattering away.

Okay, so not the best day to come to the patisserie. But how were you supposed to know any better? You'd made the effort especially to leave early. Dragging Hyune out of his comfortable warm bed on a Sunday morning.

He awkwardly scratched his head before turning to you. "So... what are we doing?"

You were too busy gawking at the simple yet chic designs of the establishment. They had metal frames that hung above the door, one was black; a crescent moon, the other was golden; the sun. You had even recognised the font they used for the name. Castellar.

"Staying?" Hyun leant over, dipping his head down to mumble. "Going?"

There was a slight teasing in his tone that made you huff. He knew how badly you wanted to stay, and it wasn't for the pastries. No matter how good they were. You chewed on your bottom lip.

Suddenly, people were gasping. The chatting continued to get louder. They began to crowd around the window that wrapped around one side of the building. You glanced at Hyunjin before your eyes lit up with excitement. This seemed promising.

You hadn't realised it before, but it was like the bakers were in a glass casing. The window had an open view straight into the kitchen area. That's what had fascinated the customers so much. Watching them work.

You couldn't even begin to imagine having so many people stare at you while working. Yeah, you were a barista of all things, but at least you could hide behind the coffee machine. The baker's couldn't. You sort of felt bad for them.

One of the bakers was perfecting what looked like pistachio croissants, whilst another was boxing multi-coloured macaroons. None of them had looked up at the ruckus. Professionalism at it's finest. The corner of your lip twitched.

In the middle of all the chaos, there he stood.

He balanced a large plate on his palm. You mouth fell open as he began to stack each individual profiterole. He didn't falter once, bringing the plate in front of him to impress the customers. You broke out into a grin. What a show off.

"When you told me he owned a business, I didn't realise you meant fine dining." Hyunjin muttered bashfully. You scrunched you nose, cringing slightly. He was definitely underdressed for the occasion, but you were sure it'd be fine.

Your attention was once again magnetized by Felix's abilities. Watching intently as he finished stacking the caramel sweets one-handedly.

You wondered if you could catch his gaze.

He placed the plate on the white bench. Adding generous, but pretty dollops of what looked to be fresh cream. It was all strategy to him. Present something a little different, a little unique... and it would sell tenfold.

He began the finishing touches. Grabbing the container next to him filled with various kinds of edible petals. This was by far his favourite part. He used a fine dining tool, meticulous in the way he placed the flowers.

You excused yourself, pushing past some of the people to get to the very front. Hyunjin watched from a distance. His arms crossed over his chest. You were determined, he'd give you that.

Felix was still placing petals as you crouched down. Your arms rested on your knees. You tilted your head, a soft smile on your features. His brows furrowed, feeling a different set of eyes on him. He glanced upward. His whole face lit up as he realised it was you.

You waved at him slowly. His expression changed, holding up his finger as if to say one moment please. He hurriedly untied his apron, saying something to one of the bakers that you couldn't quite catch. You weren't the best at lip reading, that was for sure.

You smugly walked back to where Hyunjin was standing. "What was that about?"

"I think he may be coming out."

As if on cue, a burly security guard had exited out the front door. The customers began chattering away once more. You and Hyunjin stepped to the side, away from the crowd.

"Are you sure he won't get swarmed?" Hyunjin asked. You shook your head. He was a baker, not a model. Although he could've probably passed as that as well.

Felix stepped out, running his fingers through his unkempt hair. His baker's hat had completed flattened any volume it'd previously had. If he knew you were coming today he probably would've put more effort in. Not that he didn't take care of his appearance... he had a seven step skin care routine for crying out loud.

His uniform was smart, all white with black detailing. There were five black buttons on each side. You sighed, he even looked good in his work uniform. How unfair.

"You took me up on my offer." His warm voice was smooth like honey, accompanied with his eyes crinkling. You could see his freckles better now, the morning sun highlighted them well.

You stepped forward, acting as if you'd been offended. A stark difference from how you'd been at the shop on Tuesday. You were outside of your comfort zone, sure. But you had more control over the situation and circumstances now. No pressure. No stress. "Of course I did! I didn't realise this place was so high end."

He chuckled lowly. "If you knew what really goes on behind the scenes you wouldn't think as much."

The stress was evident on his face as he glanced back at the shop window. He was always nervous leaving the bakers on their own. He knew they could handle the shop by now. That's not what he was worried about. Managing people on the other hand, that was always the hardest part— and some of them didn't particularly get along.

In one instance, Chaeryeong, an apprentice had thrown batter into one of the senior's faces. The worst part is that it was in front of the customers. He had a headache just thinking of all the legal fees and publicity he had to clean up due to it.

That was one thing that the younger generation didn't quite seem to understand. Seniority was earnt through hard work, dedication and the most important of all; time. You couldn't rush perfection. He knew that after being in this industry for so long.

"I'm sure you do a good job handling it." You said sweetly. "You're just being humble."

The security guard had moved, blocking people who had become interested in meeting the esteemed baker. You were surprised by it. Who would've thought he was this famous? Jisung certainly hadn't mentioned it.

Hyunjin stood awkwardly, squinting slightly at the Baker. Felix hadn't glanced at him once. Interesting. Surely he wasn't that offstandish. Maybe it was the comfortable clothes that'd put him off. Sure, it was nothing designer but they were only visiting a patisserie. Hyunjin didn't usually get dolled up to go out on sunday mornings, it just wasn't his style.

"I'll get you.." Felix trailed off, his eyes landing on the taller man. "Two? seated."

The inclination behind his tone rubbed Hyunjin the wrong way. Oh he didn't like this guy at all. There was something in the way he held himself, almost arrogantly. There was a glint behind Felix's eye that he couldn't quite decipher.

"We're skipping the queue?" Hyunjin asked, pulling you away for a second. He felt the baker's stare burn into his face. "That's a bit unfair isn't it?"

His hand was wrapped around your bicep tightly. He was almost begging you to agree with him. You didn't understand what the issue was. You gazed over your shoulder at Felix before looking back at your roommate.

"Most of these people will be getting takeaway." Felix lopsidedly smiled, explaining how he could fit you both in. He waited patiently.

Hyunjin's nostrils flared as he took one more glance at the esteemed baker. Your pursed your lips, trying not to show how excited you felt. "See? It's fine Jinnie."

Jinnie?

Felix raised his brow, acknowledging the term of endearment. So he had a nickname? He couldn't help but wonder what exactly his relation was to you. Was he a friend? or was it worse.... boyfriend?

Whatever he was, he didn't seem too thrilled to be invited in. Felix politely smiled, ignoring how Jinnie shot daggers with his eyes in his general direction. You dragged Hyunjin by his wrist, standing directly in front of Felix.

"I promise I won't critique your pastries too much," you cheekily stated, "Since you had my muffin."

Your statement made him frown. Suggesting that your baking was inferior to his? It was incomparable. If anything it was more genuine. There was always more love poured into homemade goods, that's why he only made the brownies at home. They weren't for the shop, they certainly weren't to sell. (although, he didn't blame you for that one). They were a product of love, an act of service.

That's why he'd brought them in for his employees. As little thank you treats for working so hard. He'd wrap them up in little baskets, with gift cards attached.

He shook his head bashfully. You really shouldn't put him on a pedestal like that. A soft laugh escaped him. "Your muffin was nice, reminded me of my mother's."

Your expression shifted. That's exactly the kind of reaction you were hoping for. That sense of home, nostalgia and childhood. You fell silent. Hyunjin almost scoffed at your reaction. He'd never seen you so quiet before.

"Orange and Oreo is a pretty unusual combination though." He liked how the flavours had balanced each other out. He always strived to make pastries the same way, not too bitter, not too sweet. Just right. (he had to admit, he was a bit of a sweetooth himself). "How'd you come up with that?"

"It was my mother's recipe." You explained, feeling like a fraud.

"Ahh that explains it—" Felix mumbled. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, walking past the both of you and straight into La Lune. The security guard shot Felix a look. You frowned.

"Sorry about him."

He shrugged, "I guess I'll show you through now." He gestured kindly to the door. You nodded at him before scrambling after Hyunjin.

The inside of the bakery was even more astonishing. Golden decals decorated the walls, with the theme of the night sky. The two concepts of the sun and moon merged in the middle. The deep blue and golden yellow's were almost comforting. Even Hyunjin had stood still to take in the design. It was so pretty. Although, you had expected nothing else from Felix himself.

You recognised the expression on Hyunjin's face. He was enamoured. You couldn't help but smirk.

"Who designed this?" Jinnie mumbled. Felix breezed past the counter, standing next to Hyunjin. He stared directly at the artwork covering the wall.

"I did."

You leant into Felix's shoulder, bumping it slightly. "Maybe you should've been an interior designer in another life."

"Maybe." He pursed his lips at the thought. He didn't necessarily think it was anything special. A barely-there smile graced his features at the realisation that you'd initiated physical contact. He spared a glance at you. There was a soft glow that surrounded your face. He couldn't help but thinking that you looked like an angel.

A dusty pink pastel bow sat high in the back of your hair. It was the first thing he'd noticed when you were outside. He felt sort of prideful. Wondering if you'd dressed that cutely just for him.

Hyunjin hadn't dignified anything with a response. Instead, he'd found one of the booths. He sulked in the corner whilst Felix showed you the variety of pastries they had to offer. He was such a drama queen sometimes. Acting as if you didn't nearly spend every other minute outside of work with him at home.

You loved how minimalistic the display was. The metal product tags at the front of the counter were sharp-looking. The name of the product and price tag following. They were laid in evenly spaced out rows, not a crumb or flake of pastry out of place. It was impressive.

You pointed to one of the desserts. Felix tilted his head. Cherry Clafoutis. His expression softened as he saw the little wrinkle between your eyebrows.

"It's silky, like flan.. it's kind of a mixture between that and cake. The cherry pits give it a faint taste of almond."

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. Smiling excitedly. You always loved French style pastries. This was probably the closest thing you were going to get until you visited. "That sounds nice..."

The both of you continued walking down the counter. It wrapped around the establishment, kind of like a sushi train. The design was so unique. "Are you sure you don't have to get back to the kitchen? I feel like I'm wasting your time."

You frowned slightly. A blush dusting your cheeks at your confession. Felix scoffed at your assumption. He shook his head. "Not at all, I'd rather be here than out the back with a million different eyes on me."

Your eyes widened. "You don't like being watched?"

Why had the bakery been designed in such a way then? You thought it was odd. If you had a business you would cater everything to the way you wanted it. Not the other way around.

"It's kind of like exposure therapy." His admittance left you even more stunned. Maybe he was more alike you than he was letting on. You hummed in response, eyes trailing over the sweets once more. That made sense.

"Is that a matcha croissant?"

The tone of your voice raised an octave. You almost threw yourself at the cabinet. The croissant was in the shape of a cube! with matcha decorating the sides like freshly drizzled icing. The outside was beautifully golden brown. That was it. That was the pastry you wanted.

On second thought, your gaze trailed to the macaroon section. It wouldn't hurt to just take a little look. You'd noticed how Felix kept his distance, observing you silently.

"Rhubarb and mint macaroons!" You glanced back at him. Your mouth had fallen open in an exaggerated 'O' shape. "You've got to be kidding me."

His eyes sparkled. An amused expression decorating his features. That's exactly the kind of reaction he wanted. One of excitement. One that could rival giving candy to a baby. The wonder on their face was something so wholesome, so sweet.

Your head was spinning with all the different options. Part of you wanted to ask Hyunjin to make the decision for you. It didn't help that Felix was making you feel a little nervous. Your eyes landed on the strawberry & hazelnut éclair.

"Pick your poision." He murmured softly. His tone was sickeningly sweet, almost mischievous. Your brows furrowed. He was using this as an opportunity to get to know you better. He wanted to know what kind of fruit, sweets and pastries you liked. Just like you'd wanted to know his coffee order.

"You chose probably the most indecisive person to do this to—" You stepped away from the cabinet. "I hope you know that."

"That's what makes it interesting." He teased, leaning down slightly to catch your gaze. The corner of your lip twitched. You weren't able to hide the slight embarrassment you felt over holding such intense eye contact. It was like he wanted to eat you alive.

You jutted your leg out slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. Two could play this game. "Oh yeah? fine. what do you think I'll get?"

"I think you'll end up choosing the rhubarb and mint macaroons." He shrugged nonchalantly. You wanted to wipe the smug smirk off his face. However you weren't sure if you wanted to remove it with your hands, or lips. "Because you feel too guilty about receiving something for free, so you'll choose the product that's the smallest and therefore the cheapest."

Oh you knew what his game was and he wasn't getting away with reading you so well. You weren't that predictable surely. He leant forward once more, "Am I right?"

You tilted your head slightly smiling. He was fishing for your agreeance. Your validation. You squinted slightly. "I think I'll go with the eclair."

You weren't going to give it to him that easily. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "As you wish. They'll be brought out to your booth."

You thanked him before returning to the bench. Hyunjin was spread out on the expensive looking leather cushions. You slid beside him, trying to push him over to give you more room. He had his eyes closed, basking in the sliver of sunlight from the window. He grumbled while poking your side.

"I know you're ticklish." Hyunjin warned. He opened one of his eyes slightly as he responded. The corner of his lip upturned. He found the annoyance on your face entertaining.

"You wouldn't dare." You pushed his arm away. "I got us strawberry and hazelnut eclairs by the way." At the mention of food, he wriggled excitedly in his seat. Immediately fixing his posture. You rolled your eyes at his behaviour.

Admittedly, the sweets were better than you expected. The strawberry mouse was light and fluffy, it felt like heaven on your tongue. The chocolate coating wasn't too rich, it balanced out the sweetness nicely. It was definitely a good choice.

What surprised you the most however, was the little napkin tucked under your plate. It was his phone number, accompanied by a little message.

let me know if you'd like to bake together some time, i'd love to share recipes :)

— Felix

[lunetual]

he’s literally so silly