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Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 7)

SORRRYY here is part 7! a bit smaller, this is honestly, ARE U GUYS READY TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED IN Y/N'S SPARE ROOM? (tag list is still full guys!)

A heavy silence filled the room, a weighing question lingering in the air.

Why had Abel and Beom not been recalled along with the other men.

Despite what Gwi-ma had thought, the two men had not been slain. In fact, they were not even close to being dead. This was the most alive they’d felt in decades thanks to Y/N.

‘Gwi-ma thinks you’re both dead.’ Jinu started, looking up at Abel and Beom. The mentioned men stiffened, looking down at a spot on the ground. Neither had given an explanation in the past twenty minutes, allowing the group to stew in an uncomfortable silence.

‘What did you tell him?’ Beom asked nervously, in a faux relaxed position sitting on Y/N’s spare bed.

The two had remembered their conversation with Y/N that it probably wasn’t the best idea to tell Jinu about what happened. To be candid, both the men were aching to tell him. Jinu was their friend. If there was a way they could pull him and the rest of their friends away from Gwi-ma’s manipulative nature, they wanted to do it. However, two men had promised Y/N that they wouldn’t say anything for now..

‘I said that the hunters had killed you both. Gwi-ma believed it too.’

‘I don’t know why we weren’t called back. We can still shift back into our original form but…’ A quiet puff of pink smoke revealed Abel’s true form as a demon, patterns and all. The black hanbok, fitting him snugly, complimented his figure perfectly. His claws were scratching nervously at his cheek.

‘How…’ Rae shook his head, ‘How is that possible. Do you not hear him in your head? What did you guys do?’

‘We didn’t do anything.’ Beom insisted, also shifting into his demon form, his yellow eyes illuminating the room in a soft light. ‘But it’s true, we haven’t been hearing Gwi-ma. It’s like our connection’s been severed.’

And technically, it was true. Beom and Abel hadn’t done anything, it was Y/N who had freed them from their suffering. She was the one person who had shown them empathy (besides each other) ever since their respective deaths. Empathy, that came with only one reasonable request.

That they wouldn’t take souls.

Yet, neither of the men were sure if this situation was permanent. What if at some point Gwi-ma's forked tongue reclaimed them, forcing them back to becoming a shell of the men they once were?

For now they hadn't taken any souls. Not personally at least.

‘Gwi-ma might be in our heads, but he can’t read our minds, he can only listen to how we feel.’ Min reasoned, running his fingers over the dusty spines of books stored on an old bookshelf. He had been around the underworld the longest, although he hadn’t made as much effort as Jinu to interact with Gwi-ma.

Min had been able to drown out Gwi-ma’s voice the most, seeing as he had endured years of suffering and harsh words from the street. The beatings that he took from strangers outweighed the shame of Gwi-ma’s incessant whispering.

‘That's true.’ Jinu scrunched up his eyebrows, still feeling like he was missing something.

‘Wow, she has Janggi?’ Min slid out the long forgotten box, blowing dust from the top. Pivoting the conversation smoothly into a more wistful tone. Jinu had since stood up from his spot on the floor, leaning against the room's door.

‘Hey Abel, didn't you use to play that with the emperor?’ Rae squinted, looking at the dusty box.

‘Yeah, I remember I had to let the guy win or he’d fire me.’ Abel snickered, crossing his arms proudly.

‘I forgot you were both alive at the same time.’ Jinu said, whilst listening through the wall.

‘Yeah, he was the emperor's top strategist…’ Rae paused. ‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘That hunter just said she would fall in love with our Y/N.’ Jinu’s hand was clenched into a tight fist. The side of his head pressed firmly

‘WHAT?’ Rae jumped out of his chair, knocking over a box, creating a loud thump.

‘SHHH!’

‘Sorry!’ Rae whined, slumping back into his seat.

‘Why would she say that? Does she like our Y/N?’ Abel had since joined Jinu by the door, both men, ears pressed up to the door.

‘You both look like idiots.’ Min deadpanned, opening the Janggi case to check if all the pieces were still inside. ‘Hey Abel, wanna play?’

‘No, I wanna hear what's goin’ on.’

‘If you win, I’ll let you sit next to Y/N on the next car ride.’

‘Done.’ Abel turned away from the door, hurrying over to the makeshift game set up on the spare bed.

‘He knows that’s not up to Min right?’ Beom whispered to Rae.

‘Dunno.’

–

Y/N stretched, watching the sun peak out from the clouds, casting a luminous halo into the skyline.

The girls had left around two am, finishing their recordings quickly. They really were true idols.

It had taken Y/N all night to come up with an acceptable draft, piecing all the recordings together into the correct timing.

‘Ugh… I’m getting too old for this.’ Y/N mumbled, standing up and stretching her sore, stiff limbs.

‘Hm, I’m into older women.’

‘Huh?’ Y/N spun around, watching Beom and the rest of the boys spread out in her living space behind her. Each man was doing something different, Abel was playing Janggi with Min with a board and pieces she didn’t even know she owned. Beom was laying on her sofa, scrolling through his phone while Jinu was in the kitchen, prepping what seemed to be another soup.

‘Oh my goodness! Did you guys stay there the whole time I was editing?’

‘Yeah, we didn’t want to disturb you.’ Min replied, looking up from the tense game.

Rae was spinning around on Y/N’s spare gaming chair.

‘Wow, you guys were really quiet.’ Y/N stood up, rubbing her eyes. ‘When’d you guys come out of the room?’

‘After we had a chat.’ Jinu cut up some vegetables, dicing them into perfect pieces. ‘Just after your hunter friends left.’

‘Whatcha makin?’ Y/N sat down at the kitchen counter, laying her head to rest on her arms, relishing the coolness of the marble top.

‘Galbitang, I bought a bunch of meat, remember?’ Jinu raised his eyebrows, scraping the vegetables into a pot on the stove. ‘Do you ever check your fridge for more than an energy drink Y/N.’

Y/N groaned, as she peeked up from her arms, watching JInu shake his head in mock disapproval.

‘Myeh, I don’t usually eat anyways. I just order something or run down to the convenience store.’

‘You’re gonna die before you hit forty Y/N.’ Beom shook his head, sitting down next to her.

‘Ugh, you’re two hundred, don’t talk about my age you boomer.’

‘You just said I was born two hundred years ago. I can’t be a boomer.’ Beom poked Y/N’s forehead gently, pushing her head backwards.

‘Bah, semantics.’ Y/N stuck out her tongue, allowing herself to be pushed back.

‘So, what is the plan? We have award shows lined up for the next two weeks.’ Rae crossed his arms, coming to a slow stop in his chair.

‘Well, nothing. We wait until the Idol Awards. For now, we…’ Jinu paused, the noise of frying something in oil crackled, filling the awkward silence.

‘We keep doing what we’re doing.’ Min nodded, stretching out his arms to rest his hands on the back of his neck.

‘Sure, whatever.’ Abel shrugged, locking his phone. ‘We have a bunch of award shows to go to. How many awards do you think we snatched from under their noses?’

‘As a debut group? Isn't that embarrassing?’ Rae snickered, standing up.

‘We have the better song writer.’

‘I wrote both of those songs…’ Y/N mumbled, face mashed into the marble table.

‘Mhm, you did well.’ Jinu slid a plate of gyeran mari kimbap towards her, ‘Eat up.’

‘But what about my galbitang?’ Y/N pouted, eating the egg dipped kimbap nonetheless.

‘Patience. You’d make such a demanding husband.’ Jinu rolled his eyes with a goodnatured smile. ‘It takes time to boil, you know that.'

‘But your sokkoritang was so gooood.’ Y/N mumbled, whilst chewing.

‘Yeah, because I made sure that it boiled for at least two hours.’ Jinu hummed, walking forward to brush a thumb over Y/N’s cheek. ‘Don’t talk while you’re chewing.’

Jinu sighed, watching Y/N batter his hands away, the girl not realising that Jinu had taken a stray piece of rice off her cheek.

‘Such a messy eater when you’re hungry.’ He whispered, bringing his thumb to his lips.

The rest of the boys gaped, watching the interaction.

‘Yall saw that right?’ Beom pointed, hand shaking.

‘Since when did Jinu have moves like that?’ Rae looked completely floored.

‘What moves?’ Y/N turned around, swallowing her mouthful.

‘What do you mean, what moves?’ Abel facepalmed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Jinu shrugged, face slightly red.

‘Our Y/N must be incredibly dense.’ Min chuckled, walking over to sit beside the confused girl. The oldest picked up a piece of kimbap and held it up.

‘Say, ah.’ He grinned, tilting his head.

‘Give that back.’ Y/N snatched the slice of kimbap so quickly her hand was a blur. ‘It’s mine. Get your own Jinu cooking.’

The boys were stunned, watching Y/N stand and take her plate over to her set up.

‘Wuh-’

‘Y/N, you haven’t slept in twenty four hours. What are you doing?’ Rae frowned, walking over to the still eating girl.

‘I’m almost done with editing the vocals. I just need to finish up. I’ll be done in like… four hours? I gotta do this for my girls.’ Y/N waved him off, placing a tissue over her mouse to keep from greasing under her fingers.

‘Workaholic.’ Beom commented, watching Y/N unlock her computer.

‘What do you mean my girls.’ Min ran an irate hand through his hair.

‘They’re my girls.’

‘Are you courting one of them?’ Min looked devastated, as if someone had just told him that they were out of hairgel.

‘No? It’s just a term of endearment.’ Y/N laughed, not looking up from her computer.

‘People use terms of endearment not for their loved ones?’ Rae looked equally confused.

‘Huh? Yeah all the time. I think Rumi has me saved as ‘와이프’ (waipeu) in her phone.’ Y/N shrugged, picking up the last piece of kimbap from her plate.

‘와이프?’

‘Like wife, 아내 (wife).’

‘You’re her wife?!’ The boys shouted in unison, all looking equally distressed.

‘No. Come on, you guys are so old fashioned-’ Y/N paused before turning around. ‘Do you guys have updated technology in the Underworld or do you just stay stuck in whatever era you came from?’

‘Eh, we were more preoccupied with reliving every single mistake we’d ever made, and listening to Gwi-ma whisper atrocities in our ears.’ Beom shrugged, rolling over to face the ceiling.

‘Oh…’ Y/N winced, looking at the boys who all refused to meet her eyes.

‘Anyways, that's why we’re here.’ Jinu broke the silence, closing the lid of soup. ‘So, what is our schedule like today?’

‘Well, we have a street performance lined up for today.’ Abel checked his phone, scrolling through his calendar.

‘Well, we better get ready for that.’ Jinu untied his apron, setting it neatly folded on the kitchen counter top. ‘Do we need to run through choreography? Does everyone feel good?’

‘Yeah, I have our outfits ready and washed.’ Rae nodded, pulling out Jinu’s pink undershirt.

‘I am not wearing pink.’ Jinu crossed his arms, turning away with a childish scowl.

‘But Y/N said you looked good in pink.’ Beom hinted, his tone mischievous.

‘I’m wearing it because it makes our performance outfits coherent. Not because Y/N thinks it looks good.’ Jinu grumbled, taking the shirt from Rae’s hand reluctantly, making his way to the bathroom.

‘Whatever floats your boat 형.’ Beom hid a triumphant smile from behind his fist.

‘Do you guys want me to come with you?’ Y/N stood up, taking her plate from the desk.

‘No. You haven’t slept. You’re staying home and sleeping.’ Rae took the plate from Y/N’s hands, walking toward the sink.

‘But I-’

‘No. Rae is right. You’re staying home.’ Abel crossed his arms, raising a single eyebrow. ‘You can work on your song now but you’re going to bed when we’re leaving.’

‘Can’t make me.’ Y/N stuck out her tongue, sitting back down in her chair.

‘Is that right?’ Abel leaned down, his hands gripping the chair’s handrests, caging her in. Y/N blinked up at Abel’s dark scarlet eyes, face warming up. His body emitted a familiar warmth, his unbuttoned crappy hawaiian shirt revealed muscles Y/N didn’t even know existed.

‘Okay, OKAY.’ Y/N huffed, pushing Abel away, her hands on his chest. With an amused smile on his face, Abel allowed himself to be pushed away from his close proximity.

‘That’s our girl.’

‘We’ll be back in about four hours. In the meantime, don’t open the pot lid, it’s simmering at the moment so you don’t have to check in on it.’ Jinu returned from the bathroom, changed into his performance clothes.

‘Okaaaayy.’ Y/N replied, plotting in her mind to steal a bowl of soup as soon as the boys left.

‘I’ll know if you opened the lid Y/N.’ Jinu raised an eyebrow, a knowing look on his face.

‘Ugh okay wife, geez you’re so particular with your cooking.’ Y/N groaned, spinning back to face her monitor, slipping her headphones on.

‘She called me wife…’ Jinu was frozen, jaw hanging in the air.

‘Yeah, I’m pretty sure she was just making fun of you.’ Beom shrugged, pulling on his shoes in front of the elevator.

‘Yeah, but she still said it.’ Jinu mumbled, stalking over to his shoes.

‘Does Jinu have a crush?’ Min whispered, nudging the younger man with his elbow, never missing a chance to tease his friend.

‘No!’ He whispered back, blushing profusely. ‘She’s… she's just a means to an end.’

‘You cook for all your ‘means to an end’ people?’ Rae pushed the button to open the elevator doors.

‘Hell, he barely even cooks for us.’ Abel laughed, leaning against the wall.

‘That’s because we don’t eat.’ Jinu rolled his eyes, shoulders hunched up, arms crossed. He looked exactly like a grumpy kitten that hadn’t been fed for five minutes.

‘But we can!’ Beom noted, coming to stand next to Jinu with a cheeky smile.

‘Why you little.’ Jinu grabbed the youngest man’s ear gently, tugging it upward. ‘You little brat. The last time I cooked for you, you didn’t even finish the entire dish.’

‘I’m sorrryyyy.’ Beom whined, hands pawing at Jinu’s shirt trying to get the older man to release his ear. ‘Ugh, let go! I’m not a child anymore!’

‘You’ll always be our youngest.’ Min smiled, patting the man on the head.

‘I have the deepest voice. I’m two hundred years old!’ Beom protested, rubbing at his ear.

‘Yeah, yeah. We know.’

‘You’re all grown up.’

‘I will disfigure you.’ Beom growled, stomping into the elevator.

‘We heal pretty fast so that’s not a problem.’ Min pressed the button to hold open the doors for the rest of the boys.

‘You guys suck.’

‘You love your 형 too much to do that, hmm?’ Jinu smirked down at his friend.

‘Shut up…’

It was now the middle of the afternoon, the boys were due back anytime soon.

The soup Jinu had left on the stove was beginning to smell irresistible, the smell wafting from the kitchen, filling her home with the subtle reminder of Jinu and his cooking.

Just as Y/N had finished up Takedown, sliding her headphones off, her phone began to buzz insistently on the table.

‘Hello?’ Y/N unlocked her phone, not looking at the caller ID as she cracked her neck, the subtle pop freeing the tension in her neck.

‘Hey Y/N!’ Rumi’s melodious voice came from the phone, sounding excited. ‘We have a fan signing in two days! Do you wanna come with us? We want to also introduce you as our producer!’

‘Is that Y/N? Lemme say hi,’ Another voice came from the phone, eager and expectant.

‘Hey Zoey.’ Y/N grinned, knowing exactly who it was.

‘Hey Y/N! Will you come?!’ Zoey was cut off by a sound of fabric rustling as she whined in protest.

‘Hey Y/N, have you eaten today?’ Mira’s distinguishable voice filled Y/N’s phone.

‘Hey Mira,’ Y/N laughed. ‘Yeah, I had the kimbap you gave me for breakfast.’

‘Atta girl.’ Another scruffling noise as Rumi finally took back her phone.

‘So? Will you come?’ Rumi’s voice was high in anticipation.

‘How can I say no to my girls?’ Y/N chuckled, swiping through her calendar app, ‘What time is it?’

‘It’ll start at ten! I’m so glad you said yes!’ Rumi’s cheers came through the phone, mingled with the sounds of joy by Zoey and Mira.

‘Oh! And I just finished Takedown! I’ll send it over and you guys can start the choreography!’ Y/N held her phone to her ear by her shoulder, sitting back down in her chair to export her project. ‘I was thinking that you guys could come over after your signing and we can start recording What It Sounds Like.’

‘Already? Y/N did you sleep yet.’ Mira’s voice filtered through the phone, a tone of concern highlighting her words.

‘Hm? Not yet, I’ll sleep as soon as I’ve exported it and sent it to you.’ Y/N pulled open her browser.

‘Promise?’

‘Yes I promise.’ Y/N nodded forgetting that the girls couldn’t see her.

‘Good.’

Y/N listened to the girls as they all said goodbye, promising Huntr/x that she’d see them in two days.

'Okay, love you Y/N See ya!!' The girls chorused.

'Love you too girls!'

'Y'hear that boys? She said she loves them.' Rae's voice came from behind her, a puff of pink smoke revealing five incredibly stone-faced men.

'You said you weren't courting them!' Min slinked over, tone dangerously calm.

'Uh, I'm not? It's just something you say to your friends.' Y/N edged backward, her back pressed up against a wall.

'You never tell us you love us.' The wall rumbled.

Wait, walls don't rumble.

Y/N spun around, facing Abel's displeased expression.

'Wha-'

'If you can say it to them, why not say it to us?' Beom piped up in his low voice, blocking her right side. The blue haired man's lips were pulled into a thin line.

'What, are you shy?' Rae came to stand on her left, leaning down to peer into her eyes, blocking all her possible exits.

Y/N's eyes darted to Jinu's a faint smirk on his lips as he watched the situation unfold. Why did it look like he was enjoying this?!

'HUH?'

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veto-unable · 2 days ago

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Im bad at covers HAHHAHAH

NOT YET AVAILABLE, THIS IS A POST TEST

They cover and banner probably look so mediocre HAHAHA

As if a 7 yr old made it lol

I made a different cover, and I HATED it so I made this bc ✨SIMPLICITY ✨

I’ll post the other one when im done with it, IT JUST LOOKS SO BAD IN MY EYES

Like ill make a poll which one catches attention more too.

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Imagine being a bodyguard and you can handle absolutely anything. Trained for the craziest situations possible. But what you weren’t trained for was ridiculously long hair 💀💀 imagine just being in rumi’s proximity and getting WHACKED by her braid so hard you double down and need to take a second.

🦭🦭🦭

All that reflex training 💀💀💀 only to be struck down by RUMI'S FUCKING BRAID

Imagine all you're trying to do is crowd control and you come close to Rumi so that you shield her from fans, only for girlie to twist around so fucking fast that it whips you on your leg or smth. Cue the most hilarious fucking footage to ever be caught on camera: Rumi, popstar royalty and leader of HUNTR/X, turning around to look at you and profusely apologise while you keel over slightly at the impact. It's not even hurting in pain, though that braid DOES look REALLY fucking solid, you're just keeling over in pure shock which. A bodyguard shouldn't let their guard down or whatever during the job, but What The Fuck Anaconda Ass Whack??????

Even when you're all safety in your destination and away from the crowd, you just gotta take a few minutes to process it like the math lady meme and the math equations in her head because. What. You could have the most shocking most life-threatening ever and what takes you out is this longass chunkyass purple braid. Rumi's still profusely apologising and Zoey and Mira will ALSO never let that go, quite possibly saving the recorded footage themselves and teasing her to the high heavens😭😭😭😭 and makes it funnier is that THEY'VE most definitely fallen victim to the braid whack too before 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

If you ever report it to your superiors btw like head of security or smth I think it'd be very hard not to laugh sorry 😭

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Would love to see Saga Boys with a Reader who’s voice can heals demon marks. Like, they’re a very rare type of hunter who’s born every thousand years or so. They can be an idol, a manager or just a normal person. Your choice!

song for the damned

saja boys x make-up artist!reader

themes: angst with comfort, post-concert

note: this is such an interesting idea! anon, your mind is beautiful

they were still demons; that fact didn’t change. not after that hellish concert, not after gwi-ma was sealed underground with the rest of demon kind, and not even after huntrix allowed them to live a life on the surface. they were still demons through and through. the patterns on their bodies were a constant reminder of that.

the truth was out.

but somehow, the public still loved them.

of course, the fandoms had their meltdowns. some people cried betrayal. they called them monsters, even tried to start a boycott. which wasn't at all surprising. they did try to eat their souls. but the majority? they stayed. the boys were still their idols, after all. still the voices they fell asleep to, the faces they cheered for, the music that made their hearts race.

but while the world seem to have forgiven them—they hadn’t forgiven themselves.

the intricate pruple patterns that curled around their bodies, crawling like flames up their necks, their backs, their ribs; it was a constant reminder of the shame that weighed their hearts. even with gwi-ma gone, it still reminded them of the contracts they made and the leash around their necks.

no matter how much the crowd screamed their names with love, the marks whispered louder. they were sinners. no good demons.

but you came along, waltzing in their little break room with a big bag full of make-up.

they weren’t supposed to like you this much. not at first.

you were just the new make-up artist. brought in post-apocalypse. their management team thought you’d be a temporary fix; a way to 'rebrand the boys with a softer touch' as they said. your job was simple: cover the marks, soften them up, and humanize the demons.

you don't think any amount of make-up could cover all that marks, though, but you said you were willing to give it a try.

what no one expected was that you would be the one to start healing them for real.

it was after a shoot when it happened. romance sat in the makeup chair, shirt off and his jacket tossed over a light stand. hair still wet from a rain scene he recorded.

you saw the mark on his chest for the first time, purple patterns coiling like a snake right over his heart and bodice. he caught you looking.

“ugly, right?” he said with a weak smile that i made your heart ache. “i know. you can just paint over it—”

you reached for a sponge, hesitating to pick it up. a part of you wanted to help him out—you have the power to do so, but a part of you also didn't want to show your secrets just yet.

romance sat slouched in the makeup chair, chest rising and falling with every uneven breath. the purple marks over his ribs pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. it looked angry today; twisting higher like it was feeding off his exhaustion.

you could see the way he avoided looking at it in the mirror. like if he didn’t acknowledge it, it wouldn’t be real.

a part of you wanted to help him. you could help him.

you haven't done it before. there wasn't exactly an opportunity to practice it. but you probably could. it's worth a try, right?

so you hovered there, fingers brushing the sponge.

“don’t bother,” romance muttered, mistaking your hesitation for reluctance. he looked away.

he thinks you're disgusted of the sight of him. “it won’t cover it. what's the point, right? i'm forever cursed to look like walking graffiti for eternity.”

you tried to laugh, but it came out too tight.

“i mean, it’s not… that bad,” you said weakly.

he glanced at you, one brow raised. “it looks like a squid tried to do calligraphy on my chest.”

you snorted before you could stop yourself.

ah, screw it. you thought.

you closed your make-up bag, earning a confused look from your client. and gently, you reached out to his arms, fingers brushing just above his chest. “i’m not promising anything,” you murmured.

romance blinked, his eyes glancing rowards your hand in confusion. “wait–what are you–"

and you sang.

it was barely a hum, really. a tune that slipped out like it had always been there, sitting beneath your tongue. and romance gasped when his patterns glow.

the purple ink rippled under your touch. slowly, and beautifully, it began to fade. the marks thinned, dissolving like smoke curling off his skin, fading into warmth and gold. his whole body relaxed like someone had lifted a boulder off his chest.

"what...?" he breathes out. romance stared at you, eyes wide. “what… what was that?”

you pulled your hand back, swallowing thickly. “nothing. just… something i do sometimes.”

“that wasn’t nothing,” he whispered, sitting up straighter, touching his chest. he stares at himself im the mirror in awe. “that felt like—uh, kind of like breathing for the first time in years.”

you busied yourself with the makeup kit, avoiding his gaze. “please don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“i’m absolutely making a big deal out of it,” he said, still staring at you like you just hung the stars. "your voice is magical!"

you sighed, shaking your head. "whatever. i need to go to the bathroom. i'll be back."

romance sat in silence in the middle of the room, still admiring himself on the mirror.

not soon after, his members started filing in. they came back one by one from shooting their solo scenes. they looked tired with sweat dripping down their foreheads, immediately slumping on the chairs they could hold on to.

romance, however, looked like he’d just had a religious experience.

naturally, this raised alarms.

“okay, romance, i see that face you're making. what did you break?” jinu asked first, garnering the attention of the other three.

"you look... different. i just can't tell what it is," abby squints his eyes, tapping a finger on his chin.

"why are you smiling like that?" baby asks, pretending to shiver. "it gives me the creeps."

romance ignored them all, still touching his chest, fingertips ghosting over where the his patterns had sat heavy just minutes ago. now gone. he remained quiet, staring at his reflection like he couldn't believe it was real.

jinu finally raised an eyebrow. “you good, man?"

romance looked up slowly, “we’ve got to keep her.”

everyone blinked.

“keep who?” mystery asked cautiously while he ramaged through the drawers for a snack. he glanced at romance once before deciding he's too hungry to look at anyone.

“our make-up artist.” romance said, turning to them with a strange urgency in his eyes. not caution nor fear, but his eyes were unusually shining. “she sang. like, really. i didn’t ask her to. she just… did. and the mark–it faded. i don’t know how, it just did."

for a moment, no one spoke.

"are you on drugs?" mystery whispers.

"i'm serious! see?" he gestures to his body that was clean. gone was the ugly, purple patterns that curled on his skin. the others came closer, making sure their friend wasn't going crazy and sure enough, he was telling the truth.

his marks were gone.

"so that's what's different!" abby exclaimed, "i thought you had a new haircut or something."

"she did that?” jinu asked, still in disbelief.

romance nodded sincerely.

"where is she now, then?"

baby sighed, slumping back into his chair. "maybe she ran away or something."

mystery crossed his arms, “so she’s been walking around here with healing power in her throat and didn’t tell us?”

“honestly?” abby grinned, “i kind of dig it.”

“we can’t let her go,” romance said firmly. “i don’t care if she only signed on for makeup. we are keeping her.”

“what do you mean, like, ‘keeping her’ like a pet or—"

“she’s human,” jinu reminded. “we can't keep her. we can’t force her to stay.”

romance looked like he was ready to argue, but then you poked your head into the room. "oh, good. you’re all back,” you said, smiling casually, unaware of their talk. “great. who’s next for touch-ups?”

all five demons fell quiet.

atleast, for a good few seconds before they were shoving each other back.

"me!” abby practically lunged out of his chair, tripping over mystery's leg in the process.

“i was next,” baby growled, standing up so fast his chair screeched. his hand gripped abby's arm trying to pull him back.

“you don’t even have makeup on,” mystery commented, elbowing his way past the teal-haired demon.

jinu raised both hands, already halfway to the door. “i'm first. technically, i have seniority. i am the leader.”

“technically, i don't care. i'm first!" abby yells, struggling to walk with demons clinging onto his leg and arm.

“i have a smudge,” mystery lied instantly, dragging a finger across his cheek to make one. "i need it fixed. the director said i need to. now. asap. please?"

you blinked, staring at them all like they had grown a second pair of heads.

“…okay,” you said slowly. “you guys are weirder than usual, but sure.” you slipped back inside the room and walked back to the makeup room.

there was a collective scramble behind you. chairs toppled. someone definitely stepped on someone else's foot. mystery may or may not have kicked abby’s shin that caused him to wail in pain.

by the time you reached your chair, all five of them were trying to be the first to sit in it. you don't even know why romance was still here. you finished with him a while ago. you crossed your arms.

“is this a joke?” you asked.

“absolutely not,” jinu said smoothly, already halfway into the seat before baby shoved him off.

“i just think it’s only fair we get the same vocal magic you gave him,” jinu groans, glaring at baby, before motioning to romance’s still-exposed chest—who, by the way, doesn't seem to have any intention of buttoning up.

you rolled your eyes. “oh my god. you're all being dramatic. i don't even know if it will work again.”

mystery stepped forward, “please. i haven’t slept in three days. i can't look at the mirror without hating myself. i need this.” that was the longest, most unhinged thing mystery has ever said to you.

“i think you need therapy.”

“maybe a song could do,” he added quickly.

you sighed, giving in. "alright, as long as you can agree on who goes first. i don't want any fighting, got it?"

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veto-unable · 3 days ago

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in chat shenanigans with the zombie hunter and honey bunny

AKIRA TENDO x F!READER

[a/n: day 3! technically, suguru was supposed to be today's upload but tumblr ate my draft :( so here's akira instead...i'm working on the suguru one as quick as i can to upload it tomorrow but it's like 4am and i should sleep...sorry if anyone was waiting for suguru, it's coming, i promise! there also seems to be almost no fics for zom 100...so hopefully there's others that love akira as much as i do ! enjoy! p.s this is also significantly shorter than my other fics on this event and i hadn't noticed until now ]

wc: 2.1k words

WARNINGS: voyeur, kencho is listening to y'all, blowjob, backshots, spanking, thighjob, cockwarming, no use of y/n, reader is called: bunny, baby, my girl, good girl, honey

“Have you played this game before?” Akira asked, amused as he watched you struggle with the controls, your character bumping into anything and everything.

“No…don’t laugh at me!” You huffed and he could hear your pout over the headset.

“I’m nooooot-” He giggled, stretching his words out. “I’m not…I swear!”

“You fucking liar…I can hear your giggling, I can basically see your feet kicking!” You accused, increasing his laughter into infectious chortles.

After a little lull and a few rounds of the game, Akira cleared his throat. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Uhhh yeah! Are you?”

“Mhmm, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages and I’m getting my dick sucked? That’s like the perfect day!” He teased, faking a douche-y frat boy tone.

“Oh ha ha.” You stated flatly, rolling your eyes playfully.

The next afternoon came quite quickly, and you found yourself standing outside of Akira’s apartment. He threw his door open and pulled you into a warm bear hug. “Finally!” His lips smattered stray kisses all over your neck.

“A-Aki! Stop! That-that tickles!” You screeched, squirming in his hold.

“Mmm okay! Okay, come on.” He grinned, welcoming you into his apartment.

You inspected his set up in the living room as you slipped out of your shoes.

“Oh hey, that’s the game we were playing last night.” Your eyes brightened at the idle menu screen on the tv. The familiar gentle and eerie soundtrack filtering through the speakers. “Are you sure it’s sexy getting head while playing a zombie fps?”

“Nah, it’ll be fine! With the headset, the mics won’t pick up the sound effects or anything. And I think head is sexy whenever and wherever.” He shrugged, making your scoff a laugh and shake your head.

“Of course you do…”

So, Akira sat at one end of the couch, Kencho on his headset as they played the game together.

“Okay…wait! No, Kencho! Don’t be a coward…save me!” He laughed, watching Kencho’s character be chased by a horde of zombies. Firing his pistol wildly into the horde while Akira’s character was down, injured by jumping from a platform that was too high, all he needed was for his friend to come give him a med boost.

“Aww man! How did you die so quickly!”

The steady clicking of the joycons and buttons filtered through the otherwise quiet room, save for the soft indie instrumental in the background.

After a few moments of banter between the two, you stepped out of the room. Hair slightly mussed up, changed into plaid pj pants and one of Tendo’s shirts.

“There she is. Have a good nap, baby?” He spoke gently, a dopey smile on his face as he held the remote in one hand and held out his other arm out

“Mhmm…” You yawned, taking his invitation and climbing into his lap. Snuggling into his warmth as his arm wrapped around your waist, grasping the plump flesh of your hip.

“Yeah…yeah, she was napping…uhhuh, yeah!” He placed a kiss underneath your ear. “Kencho says, hi.”

You giggled, his breath tickling your ear. You squirmed, raising your voice a little bit. “Hi Cho!”

Settling into him, it was hard to ignore the throbbing between your legs. Feeling him chub up underneath you was also making it a thousand times harder to not start grinding against him.

So, you did the first thing that came to mind.

As he continued to play, laughing and talking to his friend, you started to kiss the underside of his jaw. Trailing down the warm skin of his neck.

His pulse was thrumming beneath his skin, fighting the way his eyes wanted to flutter shut as your soft, plush lips hungrily sucked marks into his neck. “F-fuck, bunny…” He muttered, cheeks flushing as Kencho laughed in his ear, teasing his moans. “My girl woke up needy, hm? S’that it?”

“Mhmm…” You hummed, pushing his arm off you and sliding off his lap. He watched “curiously” as you dropped to your knees between his spread thighs.

You placed your finger to your lip in a playful warning and gripped the waistband of his tented sweats.

Attempting to focus on the game, he lifted his lips to aid you in pulling them off of him, before he settled back into the couch cushions. His cock stood at full attention, his pretty pink tip was shiny and slick with pre-cum. You licked your lips, watching him shiver as you raked your nails down his thighs, his dick twitching the slightest bit. An amused huff leaving your lips before you kissed the side of his knee before resting your head on his thigh and gazing up at him.

“So pretty…” He mutters, forgetting about the game in its entirety. His hand resting on the crown of your head, caressing your hair and abandoning the remote somewhere that would elude him later. The reverence in his tone made you shiver, you looked so innocent, gazing up at him with those wide, doe eyes.

You took him in one hand, stroking him a few times before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the shaft, another to his tip before tapping him against your lips. He groaned, his hand tightening its grip in your hair.

Kissing his tip once more before finally wrapping your lips around him, the heady and salty taste of his arousal coating your tongue as you swirled it around the sensitive skin. “Oh my god…”

You squeezed your thighs together as you took him deeper into your mouth. His thighs twitched as his cock poked at the back of your throat, the warm and wet heat of your mouth wrapped around him was overwhelming.

As you bobbed your head in a steady pace, Akira couldn’t help the whines leaving his throat. “Huh?” his eyebrows furrowed as Kencho’s voice rang through his ear, “Oh yeahhh man…” He sighed a groan. “She feels so good wrapped around my cock-ah” His hips jolted as a sharp gag left your throat, pulling off of him and taking him in your hand again. The wet shlick! shlick! with every up and down stroke of your palm reached Kencho through the mic. “She’s so messy, Cho…mhmm-oh shit!” You took him in your mouth once again, taking him as deep as you could. Your nose reaching his pelvis as you held yourself down on him, your hands gripped on his knees. The sensation of your throat constricting around him, “She’s such a sloppy bunny, taking me so well.” His hips thrusted up into you, trying to push himself incredibly deeper. The sloppy squelches of your throat increased, your hand slipping into your pajama pants and past the waistband of your underwear, moaning around him when your fingertips met your swollen clit.

“Doing so good for me, baby…so good!” He was feeling his release near as your voice vibrated against his length and with a wet slurp! you pulled off until it was just his mushroom tip between your lips, suckling gently while stroking the rest of him with your hand.

The suction your lips created was what snapped the coil, his whines increased as released ropes of his thick cum against your tongue. “I’m cumming, oh fuck! Feels so good, baby! Thank you…ngh!” He gasped sharply as you cleaned him up, making sure not to waste a single drop before finally pulling him out of your mouth. Making a show of swallowing his spend before opening your tongue and sticking your tongue out as proof.

That’s when he finally noticed that you were grinding against your hand.

“My poor baby…c’mere.” His chest was heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. You stood up on shaky legs, pulling your hand out of your pants. He gripped your wrist and brought your hand towards his face, wrapping his lips around your slick covered middle and ring finger. Swirling his tongue around the digits.

“A-Aki…please…” You whimpered.

He smirked around your fingers before pulling them out of his mouth. “Shh, shh…” He cooed. “I’ll take care of you. Take care of my bunny.” He cupped your cheek before pulling you into a tender kiss. The taste of his essence lingering between your lips, wincing a cute moan as you reached down and stroked his length. His lips parted against yours, “You’re-you’re gonna kill me.” He groaned.

“Sorry.” You laughed, “Couldn’t help it.”

You pulled your pj pants off before kneeling onto the couch, bending over the back of it. “Here you go.” He slipped the headset onto your ears, “Kencho’s getting lonely.”

Through the headset, you could hear the wet sounds of him stroking his cock, moans leaving him in a steady stream. He watched your entrance clench, amused at how clearly you enjoyed being heard.

Gripping the base of his length, he rubbed his sensitive head against your swollen bud. “Damn…bunny, you’re soaking wet. All this for me? Hmm?”

“All for you Aki, pussy’s all yours…j-just please, please fuck-oh my…” He cut off your desperate rambling as he bullied his way into your gummy cunt.

“Shit…squeezin’ me so tight…”

‘d’you like being fucked, bunny? like being stuffed full for anyone to hear?’ Kencho grunted, your moans dizzying to both men.

“Mhmm, I-Ilove it! Love being so full-” Akira pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward and sheathing himself in you once more. “Aki!” You hugged the back of the couch, arching your back as he started canting his hips at a mind melting pace.

“Go on, bunny. T-Tell Kencho how it feels.” He instructed, bringing his hand down against the fat of your ass.

You could feel every inch of his length as he gripped your waist with both hands, squeezing roughly as he pulled you back onto his dick. “So b-big…feels so good…so good K-Kencho!”

‘yeah baby? is tendo making you feel good?’

“C-Can’t think str-straight…oh my god, Aki! Right there, right-” You gasped, his abuse of your g-spot was making your thighs quiver.

He kept his pace as he leaned forward and snatched the headphones off your head, and brought just the microphone to his lips. “Sorry buddy, we’ll call you back.”

And with that, he tossed it somewhere he couldn’t bring himself to care, continuing to fuck into your sloppy cunt before leaning forward and completely encasing you with his body.

The couch groaned and squeaked with each slow and heavy thrust. “You’re so cute, baby…hah you feel so tight…squeezing me so good.” He reached around and started to rub fast, tight circles into your clit.

You gripped onto the cushions so tight, you thought they would tear. Pleasure spiking in your gut as your toes curled. “M’cumming…Aki, I-I’m cumming! Fuck!”

You spasmed around him, your release completely soaking him. “That’s it, goood girl…that’s it…” He cooed, grinding into you to help you ride out your high before pulling out, ignoring your whine of disappointment.

He helped reposition you on your side, teasing your oversensitive clit before slipping into the space between your thighs. “Mmm love these thighs, honey…so soft-shit!”

He was slipping against your slit so easily, your release sticky between your legs. You jolted each time his tip caught against your sensitive bud. Sobs of overstimulation leaving your lips. “Oh bunny, I know…I know.” He cooed. “M’almost there, I-I’m gonna-” You flexed your thighs and that was that. “I’m cumming…oh bunny, I-!”

With one final thrust, he stilled against the backs of your thighs, his release coating your inner thighs and lower stomach.

You slumped back against the cushions with a pitched sigh, your whole body felt like it was on fire.

Slowly, he removed himself and settled onto the couch, coaxing you back on his lap. “Aki…I don’t think I can-” Your pulse thrummed as you noticed how hard he still was.

“I just wanna be warm, bunny. Lemme slip it in, no funny business.”

“Hmm…okay. No funny business.” You eyed him skeptically, hovering above him before slowly dropping yourself back onto his thick cock. “F-Fuck…” You whimpered, straddling him properly and wrapping your arms around him, face buried in his chest.

“Take another nap, bunny.” He grabbed his spare control and held it behind you, resting it slightly against your lower back. “I’ll be right here.” He turned to kiss the side of your head, lingering there before sitting back into the couch and continuing to play where he left off.

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veto-unable · 3 days ago

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If Sabito lived.

-Him and Giyuu both became incredibly strong. They fully mastered Water Breathing and still had identical matching hilt-guards for their swords.

-A young, confident man, gentle at heart. Sabito is mature and playful only sometimes, he inspires safety to those he saves. He might seem tough, but he has a kind gaze. Giyuu grows up into a gentle man, with a soft smile and blue, sparkling eyes. There s no cloud of sorrow that follows him wherever he goes.

-Sabito becomes the Water Hashira, yet he refuses to attend the meetings without Giyuu.

-The Master, Kagaya, has no issue with this. He prioritizes the bonds and friendship between the demon slayers more than the actual rules, so he welcomes Giyuu at every Hashira meeting next to Sabito.

-When Sabito became the Water Hashira, Giyuu was with him in front of the Master. It was Sabito himself who declared that anything and any duty he has, Giyuu will do it with him.

-The title belongs to Sabito, yes, but the responsibilty is shared with Giyuu. The Pillars, the Master and the rest of the high-rank demon slayers know that the "Water Hashira" is them both. They know to take orders from them both, and to answer to their commands in missions.

-Sabito and Giyuu train their Tsugukos together. And of course, they save Tanjiro and Nezuko together, just like Giyuu would ve done on his own. They didn't need to discuss it beforehand, they just shared a look and knew. They will protect those kids.

-Sabito is always having a blast training Tanjiro. The first time the Water Pillar smiled at him was when the red haired boy managed to land a scratch on him for the first time. Coincidentally, it was right on the centre of his fox mask.

-Giyuu spars with Tanjiro almost everyday, and he himself has come with the idea that they also take Zenitsu and Inosuke as Tsugukos. Partially because Inosuke became obsessed with him after Giyuu saved him from the spider demon. Even while idolizing Giyuu, Inosuke somehow dislikes Sabito. It s comical to watch the boy follow Giyuu around everywhere while snarling at Sabito. (Sabito pretends not to, but he takes it more seriously than he likes to admit.)

-It was Sabito and Giyuu who taught Zenitsu to stop being a coward and scream all the time (before the letter). They taught him how to be a man, just like Sabito once taught Giyuu.

-At the Hashira meeting, Giyuu actually pushed Obanai back from Tanjiro in front of everyone, while Sabito only stopped from attacking Sanemi because the Master arrived. Giyuu and Sabito are the most dangerous when protecting something together (like they always do).

-Urokodaki refers to them as "his boys" and has called them "his pride" more than once. He has raised them to always fight together, after all, so it s natural that the position of Water Pillar goes to them both.

-Sabito and Giyuu both attached their Tengu masks from the Final Selection at their belt. They always wear them.

-None of them makes a decision without the other. And even if they do, they know it was probably the same the other one would ve decided anyway.

-Urokodaki actually shed tears and hugged both of their heads to his chest when they came home from the Final Selection, both alive and well.

-I also don t have to add that the female Kakushi and demon slayers have trouble breathing for a bit when they pass by, both of them walking with their heads up and hands resting on their swords. Damn.

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veto-unable · 4 days ago

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thought.... bodyguard!reader's online presence getting the attention of a big kdrama show and they ask him to guest star in an episode for a new season. he agrees and does it - its not a big deal to him, its some money, and its literally like 1 day of shooting so the girls dont catch on. but when the new season airs months later - theyre all massively into the show so theyre watching it together - and WHO appears??? oh they go wild. why didnt he tell them??? when did this happen??? and he honestly just forgot ab it so hes caught off guard by their reaction when they jump him 😭

Casual actor

Huntr/x x Bodyguard! Reader

Honestly this is so funny because I agree that this happens, not even just once but like multiple times because I HC that bodyguard!reader tends to pay out of pocket to replace broken equipment when demon attacks happen or he likes to have excess money on the side so he can keep buying things for people

CW: not properly proofread, masc pronouns when referring to reader occasionally - short little drabble

You were sat on the couch, legs spread a little too wide with an arm thrown over the back of it as your other hand loosely held onto your phone. Dressed in black sweat pants and a loose white t-shirt your eyes were glued to the big screen in front of you, the girls scattered around the other seating arrangements and all on the edge of their seats as they watched the show in front of you.

When they had knocked on your door earlier in the evening begging you to come watch some show with them, the title seemed familiar to you but you couldn’t remember why since you didn’t really care much for these melodramatic and honestly kinda poorly written dramas. But you humoured the girls and had begrudgingly left your room to watch along side them when they used the triple puppy-eye move on you, it’s just hard to say no to them.

The actors and actresses on screen were screaming at each other in the middle of the street, some kind of lovers’ quarrel and then the female lead blurts out that she’s been seeing another man as a way to surprise her boyfriend? Husband? Honestly you lost track. The male lead pauses at that, his gaze wide and he’s taken a back at her words - unsure if she was telling the truth or if it was some kind of jab at him to try and get back at him for the pain he’d unknowingly caused her. The camera pans out and there’s a tall male figure that walks into frame, a jacket layered on top of a hoodie with both of the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and you feel like you’ve just had three pairs of eyes flick over to you for a second but you brush it off.

“Hey, what’re you doing yelling at her?” His voice sounded familiar. He kind of sounded like you which made you scrunch your brows a little. Rumi had turned to you now fully, not actually watching the scene unfold and just stared at you mouth agape. The other two seemed to be still invested and were waiting for the face of the actor to be revealed.

There’s a jump cut from the back view of the actor, now focused on the expanse of his chest before it slowly pans up and you’re dumbfounded when it’s your face that you’re looking at. Oh that’s why the title was familiar.

“Excuse me?” “WHAT?” “When did you have time?”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the way the girls had paused the show, turning and all yelling at you because what and when and how did you even end up on the currently number 2 trending drama of this year? You honestly couldn’t answer to their questions, remembering vaguely Bobby and you were mid discussion at some event and you’d been approached by some casting agent. Eyes shining as they begged Bobby to get you to appear on the show, from memory you remember saying no but at some point numbers were thrown at you for your brief cameo and you had nodded dumbly.

..oh yeah you did agree to be on the show huh.

You sat there, enduring the endless smacking of hands, pillows, someone even threw an open packet of chips at you which you scolded them all for because that’s a waste of food and now you’ll have to clean it up.

“You mean the hot mysterious guy this entire time was YOUUUU?” Rumi complained loudly, hands dragging down her face as she groaned in annoyance. The girls had been fangirling over this mysterious hot guy for months because his figure looked amazing - AND IT WAS JUST YOU! In different clothing! That’s sickening.

Zoey let out a whine but she clung onto you, gripping onto your shirt as she shook you around like ‘why didn’t you say anything’ or ‘how come you never told us!’ and even through all her whining and shaking you around like a bobble head you’d just shrugged. Just a casual shrug.

That made Mira yell at you because you should know how insane it is that you’re on the current hottest show and you look up at her... and shrug again. They’re all losing their minds at this point, you’d managed to get Zoey to release her grip on your shirt as they all dramatically cried out and pretended to pass away on the spot.

You sighed, pinching the part of your nose just between your eyes and leant your head back onto the back of the couch - face towards the ceiling as you let the girls continue on with their shenanigans.

..when would be a good time to let them know that you’ll be a recurring character for that season?

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veto-unable · 4 days ago

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𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.

ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ🎵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭

Fem!Reader x Saja Boys

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, Abby being touchy, ooc (probably), cringe (probably), no proofread (oops)

Word count: 3000

A/N: OMG THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! I actually started this on a whip, I just needed to let it out but I couldn't even imagine how many of you would read it!! I'm sorry if the quality isn't the best, it's been a long time since the last time I wrote, and I'm not used to do it fully in English. Also, this is my first time writing for this fandom, I hope to do it well enough for your criteria (/へ＼*) this chapter is kinda messy (the whole story is, actually) but I hope you like it!

Ch. 1

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The Saja Boys in their human form were even more breathtaking than you remembered. I mean, you'd seen the movie a bunch of times, you'd seen edits, but this… wow. Another level.

When you helped them get ready to look a little more like how you remembered them appearing in the human world in the movie (because it turns out Abby's hair was blonde, not magenta, and Romance had extremely long hair), they still had pointed ears, large fangs, and even horns, just like you. But once they took their human form, the one they used to have before Gwi-ma took his cut… holy cow. Jinu didn't change much, but the others… Why didn't they go around like that in the underworld? Didn't Gwi-ma allow it? Was the king of hell completely blind or did he just have the worst taste in the world?

On the first day after their human transformation, it was hard not to stare at them. But what could you do? When something so appealing is put in front of you, it's impossible to ignore it completely, right? Even though you knew they weren't for you. Jinu would end up falling in love with Rumi, clearly, and your main idea was to be cupid with the others to satisfy Zoey's fantasies about Mystery (or Baby, who knows) and prove to Mira that pink-haired boys could feel things.

Jinu was aware of how hard it was for you to look away from the others sometimes, and also that little by little you were snapping at them less and talking to them more, with less fear and less embarrassment. He was aware of how you were getting closer to them, how you were starting to laugh at their jokes… And that, for some reason, made him feel a little itchy.

He found it hard to understand you. You were cheerful and at the same time the grumpiest, foul-mouthed person he had ever met. He noticed that when you told them things, you never said everything and always kept bits of information, secrets, to yourself. You were bossy, but at the same time you were attentive and loving. And, although he found it hard to admit, unfortunately you were intelligent. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he loved how proud you could be: you never let anyone walk all over you, you turned red with anger if you weren't listened to, and you were always (always) right, even if deep down you weren't. Plus, for some strange reason, even though you were rude, bossy, and grumpy, when you sensed that the boys weren't in the mood, you were kind. You didn't ask for anything in return; that's just how you were. When the boys got frustrated because the choreography Abby came up with was too complicated, you encouraged them to keep trying, and you reasoned with Abby so that everyone would be happy with the result. You helped Baby write his parts, always gave Mystery his space, and were extremely patient with Romance. Clearly, you didn't behave like a demon, and that caught his attention. You had horns, you had patterns, you were there with them... but at the same time, it seemed like you were somewhere else.

You used to hum when you were concentrating and thought no one could hear you, you bit your nails when you were nervous, you tilted your head when you didn't understand something, you narrowed your eyes when you were angry... these were details he learned to see in you over time. Familiarity breeds affection, I suppose. But he would never, ever admit that he liked your company, that he liked the way you were. He'd rather suck Abby's toe.

Time passed, and the moment to negotiate with Gwi-ma was approaching. Soda Pop was almost ready, thanks in part to the fact that you knew the lyrics by heart from listening to the film's soundtrack too many times. You had given the boys some freedom with certain things because you were starting to trust that, despite the chaos they caused and the moments when they weren't bothering you, they were more or less normal boys (they were demons) who had made bad decisions. And also, what if some little details changed from the original plot? That was kind of your idea since the beginning, right?

Since one of your ideas was to free them, after all, you had to try to understand them and show them that they could get their souls back, right? And live happily in the human world, with a second chance. You just had to get them to want it themselves and believe they could do it.

"From the beginning, guys," Abby announced, bringing your thoughts back to reality, "One, two, three… leg, shoulder, shoulder, leg, and turn… No! Byeol, not like that! It's shoulder, leg, and turn, not shoulder, turn, and leg." He put his hands on his head and pulled at his hair in frustration.

"We've been rehearsing for HOURS, it's normal that I get confused when I can't even FEEL MY LEGS," Byeol shouted back.

But then… you noticed that right in front of you was a scene straight out of a fantasy drama, seeing them exhausted from rehearsing. Why did they have to be so alluring?

You couldn't help but run your tongue over your lips as you watched Sang's T-shirt cling to his torso, clearly revealing his defined muscles, and as a drop of sweat trickled down Dasom's neck to a place that was dangerous to imagine. Byeol panted and brushed his mint-coloured hair away from his beautiful face in a way that was too exquisite for your mental health, and Mystery was crouching down, pulling on the neck of his tank top and revealing his sharp collarbones. Jinu… you quickly looked away. That was dangerous. His face was tilted upwards, his neck tense and sweat dripping down it, panting. Your heart skipped a beat.

Oh holy molly.

They were going to be the best boy band in the entire human world.

As a former music producer in the genre, you had no doubt: the fans were going to be absolutely crazy about them. You knew by herat. You watched the movie.

When you let out an evil laugh while staring at the floor (looking at them in that state was dangerous for your plan and your heart), the boys decided that the best thing to do was… to leave you alone. Who knows what crazy or stupid idea had crossed your mind. They didn't want to be part of it.

And at the same time, how cute you were when you laughed like a villain.

¸.*☆*.¸.*☆*.¸.*☆*.¸.*☆*.¸

Finally, after a lot of hard work, they were ready. The song, the choreography, the concept, the costumes…

It had been quite a journey.

From Sang and Byeol fighting over the choreography, to Minjun being unable to make the finger heart that is so typical of idols, Dasom planning scandals with the hunters to ruin their career (clever but cruel, you wouldn't let him do it), to Jinu refusing to wear anything pink. The fact is, you had to yell at each and every one of them at least three times during the process. You were exhausted, but it was finally time for them to negotiate with Gwi-ma, and since you intended to hide while they did, you took the opportunity to relax… and, since you already knew he would accept the deal, you also took some time for yourself.

It was time to abandon your demonic form (borrowed through possession, so to speak) and get to know your human form.

Goodbye horns and see you never outstanding frog eyes.

You missed being able to scratch your face without risking poking your eye out.

But you didn't expect Sang to come back so soon to find you and share the good news.

You had your back to him, putting a pastel pink bow in your hair and helping yourself with an old, broken, chipped mirror. You had put on a little make-up and dressed like a normal human (which is what you were, after all), so you could travel to the human world as soon as possible with the boys without attracting too much attention. A light breeze smelling of sulphur (the most characteristic smell of hell, actually) ruffled your hair. You were surprised by your human appearance, which you assumed would be that of the demon whose body you had taken over. You liked what you saw.

And so did Abby.

He swallowed hard, afraid to make a sound and disturb you. You looked so… different. So… human. You seemed smaller, more fragile… although it was clear that your bad temper was still there, beneath that good-girl image. You had caught his attention from the start, though. He thought you were an interesting and fun demon, and you never minded when he asked you to stroke his head because he was feeling particularly down about Gwi-ma's mental torture.

The first time you met, you seemed weak to him. Jinu had explained the plan to him and insisted that even though you looked like an average demon, you would be useful to them. Abby knew that the boy band idea, ridiculous as it was, could work and benefit him, so he decided to join (besides, Jinu was his friend and he knew that his memories were torturing him), but he didn't understand how a low-ranking demon with so little presence could be useful… until he tried to mess with you, saying sweet nothings to get you to benefit him in particular, delicately grabbing your chin to bring his face closer to yours… and you bit his hand. Hard. From then on, he learned that those tricks didn't work on you, and that you had sharp fangs.

Little by little, he opened up to you and became more himself. He liked your company, he liked how you pinched his elbow when he did something that annoyed you, and he loved how you smiled, showing your fangs and squinting your eyes.

But now, seeing you like this… something warm spread through his chest.

It was just you and him. Alone. For the first time ever.

He swallowed again.

His hands were itching; he needed to touch you. He wanted to rest his arm on your shoulder, caress your waist, touch your hair, try to take your chin in his hand again, this time without the biting. He wanted to know if your skin was as soft as it seemed, and if you would mind him hugging you from behind.

What were those stings he felt in his chest? It wasn't tickling.

Then you turned around and saw him. And you screamed. Really loud. And you threw the nearest thing you found at his head: the broken mirror.

How dare he show up like that, in complete silence? Was he trying to scare you? Did he want to pinch your hips to make you jump, like he had done so many times before?

Luckily, you had bad aim and he had good reflexes, because if you had hit the target (his handsome face), it would have been a problem for his debut.

"Abby!" you shouted, blushing from the outburst you'd just had. "You almost gave me a heart attack! Make some noise if you're going to appear like that, say something, I don't know. My heart is beating like a Chihuahua's." You put your hand on your chest to corroborate your comment.

Abby, who was still processing what he was feeling and thinking and to whom you had just thrown a mirror, decided that giving it too much thought would only give him a headache, and that surely everything that had just happened (especially the fact that you ALMOST destroyed his face) was due to nerves about whether Gwi-ma would approve of the plan or not.

‘I'm sorry,’ he said, flashing a half-smile that made your heart skip a beat. It bothered you so much that he was so good-looking and sweet at the same time, when he often pretended to be tough. Alert: attractive boy. Block K-drama music and sparkles behind his figure. Mayday, mayday.

You turned your back on him again and swallowed hard.

Did you just try to attack him…? Well, it was clearly self-defence.

Abby decided that thinking was indeed a waste of time, so he simply approached you (this time making it clear that he was moving so you wouldn't get alarmed and try to knock his teeth out with your fists), rested his chin on the top of your head, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"Don't be mad at me," she said with a pout. "I just wanted to tell you the good news. Gwi-ma thinks it's a great idea."

"And why are you standing there in silence? Are you a ghost now?" you asked, frowning.

Abby found that expression adorable when you made it in your human form. You were much less intimidating that way. You squirmed a little until you turned around in his arms, and he moved back a little to give you space. He lowered his arms to your hips and his chin so he could look you in the eyes.

You had beautiful eyes.

Both as a human and as a demon.

"It's just that…" he tried to explain. For some reason, he felt embarrassed. His ears and the back of his neck grew hot, and he didn't know what to say to justify his actions.

Why hadn't he said something, or jumped on you to shake you off your shoulders or pinch your hips? Why had he preferred to watch you from afar, imagining what it would be like to hold you tight against his chest?

"HEY! THE FIRST RULE, ABBY! NO FLIRTING!" someone shouted.

Abby and you, startled, turned to find yourselves face to face with the other four members of the group. Romance was in front, pointing accusingly at Abby.

"Manager! Bite his head off like you did to me last time! Yank his hair and pull his ears hard!"

At that precise moment, you became fully aware of how close you were to Abby, your hands resting on his chest while he absentmindedly caressed your hip with his thumb.

You had been living with them for some time, and you had never allowed them to get so close to you without resorting to violence (always in self-defence) or without initiating it yourself (after all, Abby liked physical contact too much, and denying him that would make you a bad person). They really enjoyed teasing you to make you blush, which is why you had imposed the no-flirting rule. But since you had thrown the mirror at him, you had let your guard down… hadn't you?

You pushed away the thought of how good Abby's chest felt in your palms and decided to forget the look he had given you as he apologised. There was no need to read between the lines. He was just trying to annoy you. You took a step back and he didn't resist, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"For the last time, Romance. I'm not your manager. I'm your music producer. I just help you guys out a little bit with your stuff beyond writing your songs because you're a little inexperienced."

"Then why aren't you beating Abby up for…?"

"We were just talking, Romance."

With your hands? That close to each other?

Romance wasn't entirely comfortable with this. He understood that Abby liked physical contact, but when he had tried to caress your cheek affectionately, you had reacted by trying to bite his nose.

"(Y/N), you look very pretty," said Baby, who was looking at you with a gentle smile.

Wow. That had caught you off guard.

Mystery nodded slowly, agreeing with him.

"Pink suits you."

You tried to think of horrible things to keep the colour from rising to your cheeks. You weren't going to let them win.

Silly you, you couldn't understand that they meant it.

"Gwi-ma has given us the green light. It's time to settle into the human world and finish the last details before launching Soda Pop," said Jinu, who had been completely silent until then, staring at some point on the floor.

… Why were there bits of glass everywhere?

"Perfect," you said, clapping your hands. "It's time to conquer the human world and steal those fans from the hunters."

Everyone nodded.

Then Jinu looked up and saw you. He really saw you, for the first time since you appeared there. Human, you were… different. He noticed how small your hands looked without claws, and how soft your hair seemed.

………. not cute at all.

Abby had decided he wanted to touch you just because he simply wanted to touch you, period.

He liked how you hugged him and stroked his hair when he asked you to or when you realised without him saying anything that it was what he needed. It was because you were nice to him, and that was it, nothing else.

Besides, you had thrown a mirror at him.

Why had he apologised…?

Why did he think your smile without fangs was as beautiful as with them?

Why hadn't he realised before that he had always thought you were pretty, ever since the first time he saw you?

Surely it wasn't anything important.

And he was sure you would get angry with him if he told you.

Would you bite his hand if he took your chin again?

Would you push him away like you just did?

Why had his heart been in his throat when he hugged you just before the others arrived, if it wasn't the first time he'd done it?

And why couldn't he see that little by little he was feeling more and more like a planet orbiting around you, rather than a mere partner in a plan to destroy humanity?

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A/N: SO! Finally it's here! The next chapter! Woohoo! Sorry if it's bad, I'm not completely happy with the result. But well, some Abby time! And... Abby shimping... ish... hahah... My plan is to give them all the oportunity to steal yout heart... but onlye one of them is going to keep it. When the time comes, I'll let you chosse the endgame! But for now, let them just be confused hehe.

ALSO I probbaly won't be able to post as soon as I did with these last chapters, but I'll try to do it as soon as posible!

Please let me know if you like it! Commenting and rebloguing helps me write faster (at least it gives me the motivation to) (・ω<)

See you soon!

Nun🐇

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veto-unable · 6 days ago

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KPop Demon Hunters idea drabbles/one-shot

Male Bodyguard Reader who is the son of Celine. He's trained to protect Huntrix not only from crazy fans but serves as a standby hunter if one of the girls are injured.

He also has fans due to his handsome appearance. He is always spotted in photos. Even when he is focused on his job, fans swoon over his good looks. But most importantly how he takes care of the girls. Making sure their safety is top priority.

This was a bit inspired from the bodyguard of South Korea's former 12th president

Strong, dependable.. handsome?

Huntr/x x Bodyguard!Reader

Thank you for your request! Mostly drabbles and loose headcanons for this one - hope this is what you envisioned and maybe I’ll conjure up more for this in future (maybe)

CW: Masc! Pronouns used occasionally, mostly fluff - not proofread

Strong, dependable, hard-working and maybe even handsome. Those were what described you best according to the Huntr/x girls, what best explained the kind of person you were in their eyes and something their fans had to agree on. Being an idol sensation like Celine’s son was not an easy feat, you had a strict up-bringing and had grown up alongside Rumi and eventually getting to know the other Huntr/x members personally selected by your mother and you’d become a major pillar in their lives.

Admittedly you struggled to accept Rumi for what she was at first - everything your mother told you told her she was wrong, a mistake, shouldn’t of been allowed to live. But you watched her grow up, the insecurities that were instilled in her and it broke your heart the night you had caught her curled up in her room crying softly to herself as she questioned why she existed.. wondered why a cursed existence like her was alive. You were both only children at the time. It’s safe to say it was a known fact between the girls and the fans that you were attached to Rumi, a little more protective of her than the others but still professional on the surface.

You became Mira‘s favourite sparring partner, she knew she could go all out when you guys trained because you could take the hit. Take the beating. And then you started to match her height, bulked up over time with age as well - your hits when you sparred getting softer because you were worried about hurting her. She’d complained to you about it after one session but there was a flush to her face that you couldn’t tell was from embarrassment at being treated as weaker or if she was just out of breath from the last match you had.

Zoey loved to cling onto you like a little koala. She was full of energy most of the time but whenever she saw you standing guard, on duty at any of their events she couldn’t resist it and would come bounding over to you - jumping onto your back and giddily laughing like a kid when you chuckled and held her weight with one hand. Your other still occupied with calmly motioning for the fans to stand in line and not overcrowd the area. These moments often went viral online, shipping culture losing their MINDS over it. #Zo[Name]

You’d become rather popular with fans online, often being caught in the background of fan pictures of the girls and you’d tried your best to stay out of frame so your face was often blurred. But that only hyped people up online because who is that hot guy next to the girls? There was so much online discussion that sometimes you’d have to listen to Zoey and Mira read it aloud to you while travelling to their next location and you’d feel bashful as they read out comment, after comment, after comment, of fans gushing about how much they wished to have someone like you in their life.

Then Mira started losing it as she started to read out a few thirstier and raunchier comments, you pleaded with her to stop as Rumi covered Zoey’s ears and assisted you in getting Mira to please stop. Safe to say you were a little shy when some fans were excited to see you at events, in mild concern on whether or not one of these unsuspecting fans were the type that were screaming about wanting you on top of them on social media.

You’re often their care taker, your mother had left that to you after you’d become an adult so half of the time if it wasn’t Bobby trying to be a girl dad to the girls - it was you trying to take care of them. Fix up the battle scars and make sure that they were well fed, with healthier alternatives to their ramyeon cravings all the time. You’d have to force them to bed some days, when they were too stubborn to move off the couch and fell asleep in horrendous positions and mess up their backs for the next day if you didn’t haul them up in a princess carry and tuck them into their respective beds.

The girls mentioned it on a live stream a few times, yourself caught in these livestreams too, but they’d gush about you. Fans asking them personal questions about you and how you treat them, Zoey would gleefully overshare about all the stuff you do for them and the comments would explode over how much of a ‘green flag’ you were. Mira would talk about how strong you are, trying to omit the fact that she knew first hand because she likes to fight you for fun and it left Rumi to mention that she’s glad she got to grow up with you. The older brother figure she needed in her life to help keep her sane.

There was a live stream that’s been archived and praised online as THE!!! live stream - you’d walked completely into frame without knowing they were live, just assumed the girls were freaking out about something and you’d hushed them down and they listened to you. Their voices getting softer as you gently reprimanded and reminded them that they have a show tomorrow that they shouldn’t risk their voices over, a bag filled with food in hand as they followed you into the kitchen as you continued your ramble and started to make food for them. #GreenFlagCook! was trending for a few weeks after that.

You honestly wouldn’t have known if you didn’t get a call from Celine the next day to poke fun at you, though she was a little concerned on why you weren’t doing a better job at keeping yourself hidden. She raised you better than that, her son should also have better posture and people might think you always slouch. You felt defeated after getting an earful from your mum but it had been a fun memory with the girls as they kept teasing you about it for a while as well.

The fans that you’d gained and interacted with were kind, most being respectful of your boundaries and there was another viral moment that happened. Sometimes the crowds would be rowdy, pushing and shoving each other to try and get a better angle for their picture or to push their way to the front to get an autograph from the girls as they pass by. You’d been there when a smaller fan was shoved to the ground, her voice a soft gasp as she landed on her hands and nearly got crushed by other aggressive fans if you hadn’t stepped in and shielded her with your body. “You okay?” You’d asked as you had picked her up by her waist, stepping over the barricade and letting her catch her breath away from the mass amounts of bodies and let’s just say she may have fell in love that day.

Sometimes the Huntr/x girls can’t resist taking secret photos of you and posting it to their socials, tagging it with something goofy because they just wanted to TALK about you! You always took such good care of them and they didn’t know how else to show their appreciation, you refused to accept gifts and it was hard to pinpoint if you liked anything in particular because you’d just accept anything they gave you with gratitude.

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veto-unable · 6 days ago

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I don't know if you've cane across those "tweet like your in the kdh universe" but i've seen a lot of people saying that the special effects team are being held hostage and to let them see their families.

What if, reader who is Huntr/x tech support going "???? Where was the budget for this" everytime they see the suprise 'special effects' the girls bring in

- 🎨

I haven't gone on twt in like ages I abandoned that battlefield long ago........but ik for a FACT that post woulda gone crazy as hell. Like I was talking to a friend about how if it were real and w were international viewers, the footage would be insane bc why is Rumi glowing. Why is there an oversized talking bonfire. WHY ARE THEY FLYING?????

As HUNTR/X's head support you really do just have to wonder what the Fuck is going on with all these special effects. Like is it cool? Yes. Is it slick as hell? Absolutely yes. But it gets to the point where you just end up chalking it to the money they have because not only would you be confused as hell about how much money you're even losing, but don't get me wrong, you'd have like a hell of a lot of budget for the top listing idols, right, obviously. But literally what in the FUCK is with all these person-sized weird-looking magician-ass glitterbombs?????????

You ever try asking them about it and they'll say it's a fun little surprise to sneak in for everyone but it's like???? Okay but we have to consider tech safety as well???????? Cue you having to lecture all three of them—all three leading idols, mind you btw—about the health and safety checks needed whenever you ever TRY to pull stunts and special effects. They have the decency to look sheepish but honestly it's not like they can tell you anything about how there's literal demons they have to hunt and they for some reason turn into glitter 😭. The other staff are amused about it bc you're lecturing the three people who rake in the money and surprisingly they're okay with it 😭😭😭😭

But you really really REALLY just have to ask sometimes. Like "what happened to the plane" and the best they can offer is CGI 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 working with them as part of the tech team must be stressful but funny as hell

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veto-unable · 10 days ago

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Masterlist

currently what I got! This is to help you out!

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Kpop Demon Hunters

Saja boys x human manager!

Manager in the making! Prologue

Manager in the making! Part 1

Manager In the making! Part 2

Drabbles

Manager in the making! Snippets;9

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veto-unable · 10 days ago

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open up what you got in your mind to me. [pt.2 – saja boys.]

they've never met someone like you — a mortal who almost knew them .. better than they knew themselves. for the boys, it's annoyingly intriguing. for the girls, it's comforting.

paring(s): huntrix & saja boys x demon expert!gn!reader

warning(s:) EVERYTHING IN HERE IS A PART TWO TO THIS !! some movie changes, probably effected lore that makes no sense for the sake of the narrative, a little angst at the beginning

request | tags: @blueberrysquire @akariis4snowball @j0ykill

a/n: this is part 2 !! i had sooo many ideas for huntrix that i had to make another part for the saja boys so that it wasn't so long . this part isn't as good but i liked it so ☆☆☆

that night huntrix defeated gwima was a blur. all you remember was the zombie mob of fans, half of the fight, and the use of your aura vision to raise the saja boys above the honmoon before it glimmered in gold. jinu, who gave his newly found soul for rumi, was practically reincarnated through her sword – standing in front of her post-concert, arms open for her to fall into with tears from the both of them. everyone else? well, they felt lost.

the saja boys weren't sure what to do anymore. jinu was overjoyed, of course, but the boys knew nothing more beyond gwima and their mission. they didn't care much about music, nor their fans – which huntrix still couldn't wrap their minds around – and it's not like they had secret human hobbies. they never had time for that. until now.

post-gwima, they stayed in an apartment near the huntrix penthouse, trying to figure out their new lives. for the most part, they spent most of their time under your watch – to make sure they didn't go cause chaos – but also .. under your study.

you were weird to them

they weren't used to someone other than them.. knowing them

their capabilities, their knowledge, their origins.

actually jinu found your extensive understanding of what he is to be kind of comforting

he noticed how you never really drooled over them

you'd stare, sure, but in the same way an art critic would stare at a painted blue canvas with a smeared red dot in the middle

he felt like that red dot – unexplained but you somehow understood

when he told you about his past, it was a lot for him – talking about his cruel choice

but you.. didn't judge him.

in fact, you wrote it down in your notebook immediately, the one you never let the boys get too close to

he accepted you into his life when he entertained your interest in his history

unlike him, however, the other boys were uninterested

at first anyway

thank jinu for getting them to talk to you btw

it took a little bit of convincing – telling them that you wanted to give them something more than just gwima

even though they didn't want it ...

REGARDLESS they hang out around the penthouse

because they're no longer saja boys (uninterested and unsupported by any demon staff anymore)

they really had nothing to do but mildly annoy your personal space

including being the center of your attention when the girls are out

mira gave you one rule, "living room and bathroom. only." and you've succeeded so far. abby and romance were talking by the large scale windows, mystery was playing some game with baby (and obviously winning), and jinu sat in the middle of the couch, watching whatever movie rumi put on for him. you sat beside him, sketching in your one and only personal researcher book. your pencil drew out what you felt like was the final line in mystery's hair ... before you huffed, erasing it, and trying again.

that was... until the littlest demon startled you.

"mystery, they're drawing you." bored of his game, baby peered over your shoulder, only passively curious and really wanting to mess with you. heads turned at your exposure to the room, especially jinu, who looked over your other shoulder at the sketch you did of him earlier.

"you're.. sketching us?" the direct ask made you a bit nervous, especially being under so many eyes. (kind of. mystery was more just.. generally facing your direction.) "'weakness.. chest?' are you taking notes on us?" you stood up, nearly defensive, turning around to face the couch trio.

"if it weren't for your old friends, i wouldn't have to write it all down again." the boys went quiet, remembering the origin of your knowledge and powers. "i'm just.. tired of keeping it all inside. i need to get it out somewhere."

romance, true to his name, leaned over your shoulder, putting you both in a proximity much closer than you've ever had to experience before.

"then why don't we do something.. a little more fun .. to help you get it all out?"

normally sentences like that from him sound way more suggestive than he means them to be

but this time he came up with an actual solution to release your closed up, ready-to-pop-out-of-your-skin knowledge

they gave you a one way trip to infodump station ! an interview !

they wanted to learn more about you anyways

their fellow demons down below were the ones to wipe out your ancestors

not them

and they make sure you know it too

but they can't help but feel .. a little, tiny bit bad that you're now just a living library

a time capsule, holding onto so much information that you're about to burst 24/7

they had never met a researcher honestly

you intrigued them as much as they did for you

how much did you really know ?? did you know anything or is all this antsy behavior a ploy to make it look like you knew everything when you really knew nothing ??

their disguises were perfectly created to make every little fan fall for their attractiveness the second they looked at the boys

but you never drooled at them or had your eyes pop out of your head

you just always... stared. processing. tracing mindfully.

they didn't know what you were really abut. but they were about to find out. and really test your persona.

romance sat relaced in a chair as you circled him, pencil taking note of everything you noticed. how his markings were sharp, not rounded like rivers, how his skin was cooled, not burning hot. all things you already knew, but you found small comfort in knowing not much changed. you took a deep breath around his hair, nose scrunching up. he smiled, taking your cheek in his hand.

"new cologne." his voice was smooth, gentle. traditionally alluring. "just for you. do you like it?" he turned up his flirtatiousness, pulling you in closely, testing the waters of your focus.. before you turned away to start writing, completely uneffected.

"so many generations and you guys still smell like flames.." you mumbled to yourself.

"would you rather we smell like bubblegum?" baby tried to sass you, but you were too focused on the sharpness of his teeth to care. you stepped towards him, eyes widened.

"can demons still tear apart brick with the force of their canines?" you asked, rather close to his face. for a moment, he almost felt like the flustered one.

"yes..? no? i-i don't know." he crossed his arms, childishly. "i don't go around biting bricks." you jot it down still as you move towards abby. he's deeply relaxed, leaning back on the couch, comfortable shirt riding up to expose his famously toned abs. your eyes trail off of your notebook and they think.. they've got you.

"like what you see?" he teases. "you can touch them, you know." a bold move that brings you closer, nails tracing his skin. they're almost disappointed that abby is the one who stole your attention.. before they realize you're attention isn't stolen at all. you're drawing his markings with careful detail.

"where did yours come from? rumi's started forming on her arm when she was a kid, but they haven't reached her stomach yet. they grow with time, right? how old would that make you then..?" you dissolve into mutters they can barely decipher. "oh!! mystery!" he almost jumps behind the couch when you race over to him, making jinu laugh from the sidelines of their attempts to flirt with you. "i've never seen a demon sparkle! that's new.. is that just you? or is there a whole subspecies of sparkling demons? or is it your human disguise..?" your questions nearly overwhelm him, enough to make him forget how he's supposed to flirt with you, but romance pulls you away, whispering in your ear.

"it's not just him." he smiles, hand on your shoulder. "you're sparkling, too, sweetheart." if anyone could fluster anyone, it'd be him, even if it takes two rounds. his thumb runs against your chin. "you look so cute in this lighting, like a rose."

"speaking of which, what's the flora like down there? are there any? do they eat demons or are they like.. regular flowers? we knew more of demons than of gwima's realm. did they smell? i bet they might have.. would it be nostalgic or torturing?"

the boys share a look, and sigh. you went off into high speed muttering again.

you really were everything you said

uninterested in their flirts and more in knowledge

that almost made them like you more..

in the following times after the interview, they greeted you a bit more casually – sometimes cheerfully, asking if you had any new drawings or trivia you wanted to get off your chest

how did you . tame them !? does the whole hard to get thing actually work !?

it confused the girls wildly

but to see them adjusting to being here through someone who actually understood them instead of lying around, empty and lost, was a pick-me-up in the mornings

one morning, after being delivered a coffee, handsigned by the boys, you felt something click in your head, a sensation you had never felt before, and reached to put it in your notebook immediately

"demons, when properly befriended, like to be understood. they brought me coffee. do demons like coffee??"

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