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merakiui · 4 years

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There's an AFTERL!FE blog now! I'm so happy. All of your posts are so good and I love how you write. Would it be possible to get another story about Theo and Nine's rivalry? The way you write them is just so fun and enjoyable to read.

(Thank you so much! I’m very happy that you like my posts. (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* You may definitely have another story of their rivalry! I had a blast writing it. This can be considered a sequel to Cake, but it can be read as a standalone as well.)

Nerium Oleander (Theo and Nine)

Stalkers are poison ivy. Their victims are innocent trees, who breathe life and fortune into the one who watches them like a hawk. Twining around their limbs like rope and heavy iron and keeping them pinned for all their worth—it’s a display of parasitic infatuation. Love, like any other emotion felt in full, is awfully draining. Day and night, allowing that person to consume your thoughts. Thinking and wondering if they appreciate you just as much as you value them. Wishing that they would notice everything you’ve done for them on the sidelines. Loathing anyone who threatens that nonexistent relationship.

As fate would have it, there are unlucky instances in which love is one-sided.

Theo simply can’t bear the thought of that, so he becomes oleander—a flower blooming in beautiful death. One hint of its aroma can send you to an early grave. Every inch of the inviting flower is bathed in poison, and yet it’s still so gorgeous. Why is it that the ugliest personalities have the prettiest shells? It’s frustrating to know that he has competition. In a setting with nineteen other Reapers, Theo’s got a lot on his plate. Like ivy and oleander, it’s the exterior that fools. A sharp, monstrous idea can be wonderful as long as it’s hidden within layers of honeyed promises. Like a cake that’s stacked with plenty of delicious flavors.

He doesn’t want to waste his time on endeavors that won’t bear any fruit, but befriending every Reaper will have its benefits. He’s already made a list of those who pose the highest threat to his precious manager. Nine is at the very top, his name circled in black pen. As much as he dislikes the polite and oh-so-gracious Reaper, he has to pretend as if the two of them are friendly coworkers. As if he doesn’t wish for Nine to transfer to another Department or to cease existing. But immortality is funny like that. You’re either stuck with the best people in the world or the fiends of your worst nightmares. Theo wonders if this is his punishment. Spending an eternity with Nine is far more hellish than Quincy and his status as a devil.

Which is why he holds so much hatred for those who hurt his manager, specifically the ones who simply don’t know when to quit.

The blue-eyed oleander witnesses it in the early hours of the morning during a particularly unfavorable mission. A vengeful spirit had the gall to hurt his manager, and they had even more of a spine to talk to them as if they were a worthless weed. In his garden of noxious plants, Theo sees the disgusting hemlock attempting to snuff out the beauty that is his beloved rose. His expression switches in an instant, a light flickering behind those expansive eyes. There are so many emotions he feels in that moment, but fear is dominant as it grabs his heart and squeezes. The spirit could kill them. It’s about to kill them, and he’s flipping through his spell book with rapturous intent.

And then Nine is at their side, shielding them from the spirit’s attack. Before him, the specter vents in anger, spewing meaningless insults. Theo feels as though he’s just been kicked in the stomach. Why is it so hard to get to you? he thinks, gripping the leather book. His chest aches as he sees the manager cling to Nine. Why can’t I be the one who saves you for once? Why can’t you just rely on me? Nine is better equipped to deal with the situation as he listens, attempting to reason with the vengeful spirit. Its crocodile tears don’t faze Theo in the slightest. He should be the one crying because he was too late. One spell and his manager would’ve been rescued from the claws of such a beastly spirit. And yet Nine was faster with his reaction time.

Theo makes a mental note of the way Nine purifies the vengeful spirit once it’s calmed down. He’s always gentle when he talks to them, using his relaxing aura to coax them into tranquility. Theo would’ve preferred to crush it beneath his unmerciful heel, but the problem has been solved. There’s no use fretting over it now. Though it will definitely keep him awake tonight.

“Manager!” He jogs over to them, dropping down to inspect their wounds. “Take this to stop the bleeding. I’ll help you.” Unfastening his cape, he passes it to the manager, who holds it against the bloody laceration while he searches for a proper healing spell.

“Thank you, Theo,” (Name) says, wincing at the stinging sensation. “That spirit really put up a fight. Thanks for coming to my aid, Nine.”

“No need to thank me, Manager. I’m relieved you’ll be okay. Mr. Theo will have you healed in no time.”

Theo grits his teeth before facing Nine. He wants this unworthy hemlock out of his special garden. “Could you gather the others? Let them know that we’re finished over here.”

“Very well. Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No.” It comes out way too stern, and Theo’s quick to correct himself. “No thank you. We’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t spare Nine another glance as he departs, focusing on the manager’s pained expression with sympathy. They’re in his arms now, grasping at him for salvation. The situation couldn’t be anymore perfect.

“That was crazy, wasn’t it?” they ask, making light of the previous events. “My heart is still racing!”

“I...was so worried, Manager.”

They let out a wheezing chuckle. “Thank goodness Nine was there. If it weren’t for him, I could’ve gotten killed. It’s scary to think about.”

“Yeah. Terrifying,” he echoes while casting the healing spell on them. Surely there’s a curse that brings misfortune. Theo wants to do everything he can to master every negative incantation there is. Just for future reference. There are so many possibilities when it comes to his rivals. He’ll have a field day debating which is the most effective. “You’ve got to be more careful. If you ever find yourself in trouble, just come to me. I’ll always be here to help you.”

They smile, sitting up on their own accord and feeling for any wounds that might’ve escaped the cleansing powers of Theo’s magic. Every cut is sealed and every bruise is gone, leaving the manager with a feeling of rejuvenation. At once, they recognize the plush fabric of Theo’s cape and gasp, noticing just how much blood has stained the white cloth.

“I’m sorry for making such a mess. I’ll wash this as soon as we get back.”

Theo eyes the color with disdain. How utterly cliché. It’s almost sickening. Red on white is too bold—too deep of an implication. Red is a color that means many things, two of that being passion and love. A third is the color of blood. And white is meant to symbolize purity. Theo knows he’ll have to work hard so that the manager’s purity doesn’t bleed out onto the sterile white of this corrupt world. There’s no way he’ll ever let that happen. When he stares at his cape, drenched in splotchy crimson, he sees more than just a soiled piece of fabric. He sees the darkest imprint of (Name). But blood is still messy, even if it is his beloved’s.

Theo wonders which cleaning agent is best for erasing blood. His thoughts spiral deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of wickedness. Mortality is fragile, and cake and blood are no different. Both are victims of inescapable chance. On the other hand, immortality is a curse that binds him to the one he’d rather be far away from. Speak of the hemlock, who has completed the command with diligence. Nine approaches with the others in tow, all of whom crowd the manager like insects. Theo wishes to spend a moment longer with them. Just a few more minutes. There’s so much I want to tell you. He’s bound to this silver-lined rivalry, a prisoner of obsession. And Nine has no idea.

He supposes that’s how poison works. It doesn’t take long until it spreads within its victim, who is unaware as it shuts down vital organs and flatlines their functions. If Theo has to cut the strings that tie him to Nine and anyone else who dares get in the way of him and the manager, he’ll do whatever it takes. Like poison, it’s small and deadly. Poison might not kill an immortal Soul Reaper, but that has nothing to do with their mentality. Cake might be the same when it comes to ingredients and presentation, but it’s the baker who’s most important. A cracked baker is easy to exploit. He’s even easier to tear apart when he’s alone and basking in his own corrosive thoughts.

The oleander festers at the manager’s side, a quiet flower waiting for an opportunity to infect everyone with debilitating poison.

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Nine has begun to notice a pattern. It’s tiny at first—like a minor inconsistency that isn’t worth the trouble. But then it becomes a prominent itch that looms in the back of his mind like a shadow. Since that mission, Theo’s been hanging around the manager as if he expects another near-death experience to happen, which shouldn’t be much of a worry. Although (Name)’s mortality is concerning, Nine knows the Reapers in the 14th Department would never let any fatal harm befall their precious manager. So why is there a strange feeling that overwhelms him whenever he spots Theo trailing after them, holding files or a bento he made specifically for them? Anyone with half of a brain would assume he’s playing favorites, attempting to get on the manager’s good side so that the punishment for skipping out on work is lighter. Though Theo doesn’t seem like the type to slack off, which is why Nine is sinking in a state of perplexion.

What is he trying to achieve? Realistically, what is there to gain other than (Name)’s approval? They like each and every one of the Reapers, so it’s not like anyone’s on their bad side. He has an eternity to figure it out, though Nine can’t exactly be bothered. If it isn’t hurting anyone, why should he fret over Theo’s behavior? It’s not as though he’s acting out of line. Rather, he’s been quite pleasant. He even offered to assist Nine in moving a few boxes. Nine doesn’t want to hold any suspicions about his colleague, nor does he want paranoia gnawing on his ankles like a puppy.

Without realizing it, he’s been aimlessly walking through the campus as he pieces together fragmented thoughts. His eyes land on the manager, who is alone as they stride towards him. For once, Theo isn’t at their beck and call. Nine thinks of Day and his unwavering loyalty. Perhaps Theo is just as enthused about (Name) as Day is with him. Nine shrugs those comparisons away, opting to focus on his manager.

“Hi, Nine! What’re you doing out here?”

“Taking a small stroll,” he answers. “The weather is perfect for this, and it’s always beneficial to get some exercise.”

“I agree. To be honest, I wanted to clear my head for a bit. I’ve got so much work that it’s beginning to stress me out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Manager. Would you like any help?”

“I don’t want to bother you.” They wave their hand through the air as if the distress isn’t clear enough. It’s obvious they’ve been pulling all-nighters just to get through paperwork and other tasks. “Would you mind if we walked together?”

Nine considers their offer for a moment. While he would prefer a few more moments to himself, he can’t deny someone as caring as (Name). It’s almost a crime to turn them down, and he has no idea where all of this fondness is suddenly coming from. Regardless, there’s a sneaking sensation that touches his sixth sense. Since when did the flowers have eyes? The wind rustles through the greenery, creating an eerie sound that settles in the courtyard. He’s compelled to retrace his steps and turn down the corridor, but your patient expression chases that idea away.

“I don’t mind.” He falls into step with you, calmly observing the deliberate clicking of your shoes. “Take care not to overwork yourself. The 14th Department depends on your leadership.”

At least a few Reapers are more than dependent, he thinks.

“I’ll be fine as long as I can finish everything on time. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Make sure you’re getting enough rest and eating your meals—“

“I know,” they say, drawing out the syllables. “I appreciate your concern, Nine. It means a lot.”

He nods, a simple gesture that confirms his gratitude. His manager is always thanking and praising the others. Briefly, he wonders if they’ve ever taken time to care for their own well-being rather than the well-beings of the Soul Reapers.

“When all of this is over, I’d love to spend more time with you,” (Name) goes on, a bounce in their step. Nine doesn’t miss the excitement that flashes through their features at the prospect of getting to bond with him. He’d rather be alone, but Nine has found it to be a challenge whenever they’re involved. “Do you think you could teach me to play an instrument? I’ve been meaning to pick something up, but I never seem to have time.”

Well, Nine happens to be skilled with his hands. And hands are required to play most—if not all—instruments. Perhaps you’d like to learn the violin, or maybe you’re interested in the drums. He’ll have to learn as he goes with those, but it’s worth it if it means (Name) will be happy. How odd. Where did all of this compassion come from? Nine knows what instrument they’ll say, as the two of them have sat in the storage room and played it on plenty of occasions. The atmosphere doesn’t change, but the flowers certainly do. As if wanting to blot out a horrid memory, the eyes close and a mouth creases into a tight line. Nothing short of disappointment.

“I was thinking I could be good at the piano if I tried hard enough. What do you think? We can play together, and we can even form a band.”

A band consisting of two people is hardly a band. Handcuffs can only restrict one person. A pair of unseeing eyes are useless, and Nine knows his words must be chosen carefully lest his tongue sit on a rusted tray.

He puts on a thin smile. “Learning an instrument can be just as stressful as work. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize your health.”

“I’ll be fine, but you do make a good point. It might be overwhelming if I try to balance that and missions. One of these days I’ll try to learn.”

Just not now.

And he couldn’t be any more relieved.

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Nine finds himself in the common room later that evening, reflecting over the events of the day when he encounters the blooming oleander. He’s preoccupied with the book in his hands, which is a collection of stories written by the famous Edgar Allan Poe. He never intended to pick up something so macabre. It happened to be the first thing he grabbed while perusing the shelves. Perhaps he should’ve looked for a poetry book instead. Before he can get up and complete that task, Theo enters his visage, the corners of his lips upturned. It fails to reach his eyes.

“Good evening, Nine. I didn’t expect to find you here. This is a wonderful surprise nonetheless.” He says a greeting that’s reminiscent of Nine’s, which has been tailored ingeniously. Recycled words are only worthwhile if they’re put to positive use, and Theo bleeds venom. He has no reason to speak to Nine. In fact, he’d rather avoid him at all costs, but that won’t work if he intends to poison his fragile mind with every bit of sly kindness he can muster. Theo has learned to be resourceful. A talented baker knows how to improvise, after all. “Oh, I recognize that cover. It’s an anthology of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories. Which one are you reading?”

Nine glances at the page, picking out notable phrases. He’s at the part where the old man is smothered by his own bedsheets. “‘The Tell-Tale Heart.’”

“That’s grim, isn’t it? Well, all of his stories are, but that one in particular is really morbid.” Theo sits beside him on the sofa, keeping a gap between him and the weed that is Nine. “Wouldn’t it be scary if you woke up to someone trying to kill you? I know I’d be alarmed. But we’ve already experienced death, so maybe it’s not frightening anymore.”

He tries to understand the motive behind Theo’s incessant chatter. The two of them have never really clicked. Small talk isn’t something they can fall into so easily. Nine wants to ask Theo many things, but it’s wrong to suspect someone without any evidence. So he merely nods as he listens to Theo, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave. It’s not as if Nine doesn’t want to talk; he’s just not accustomed to this facet of the Day Reaper. Lo and behold, the question slips out before he can stop himself.

“What would you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“If you were one of the investigators, what would be your reaction to the man?”

“Oh,” Theo states, pursing his lips as if the inquiry requires deep thought. “We know that the narrator is unreliable. He only wants to kill the old man because of his eyes. He gets paranoid when he hears the man’s heartbeat coming from the floorboards, even after he dismembered his body. I’m sure anyone, investigator or not, would think he’s insane.”

“Do you think that?”

Theo bristles at the question, a sour taste coating his tongue. Why is he suddenly being interrogated by Nine? This isn’t an interview, and it certainly isn’t a questionnaire for a criminal. He laughs to cover up the crack in his mask. “Of course I do. No one of sound mind would murder someone defenseless all because of the way their eyes looked. Just saying it out loud like this is madness.”

Nine nods again. Insanity cannot exist without sanity. A heart cannot function without a beat. A parasite cannot live without a host. He’s not sure where this conversation is going. This is far from a cheery book club meeting. Nine searches every inch of his expression, noting the occasional twitch of his mouth and the constriction of his pupils. Yet he can’t detect an ounce of a practiced lie. Could it be that his instincts are misplaced? Is this what Theo has wanted all along: A moment to talk to Nine as friends rather than coworkers? Perhaps he has been incorrect in his judgement.

The book shuts; Nine doesn’t want to read anymore. There’s an unfinished composition waiting for him in his dorm room. Standing up from the couch, he lowers his head in the form of a farewell. He sets the novel on the coffee table so that Theo can indulge in the fictional world of Poe.

“I’m afraid something has come up, so I’ll be leaving now. Please enjoy the remainder of your evening, Mr. Theo.”

“I will.” Theo beams. “Sleep well.”

Nine doesn’t waste a second turning his back on Theo, exiting the common room with graceful movements. As soon as he’s out of sight, the happy grin melts away and is replaced with that of a dark scowl. He’s not a mindless fool. It was obvious that Nine was uncomfortable. He’s just too polite to say anything, and that’s a weakness Theo’s willing to dissect.

So you were reading Poe, hm? he muses to himself, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands. I took you for a poetry guy. How chilling, Nine. Manager wouldn’t like these grotesque tales.

Who is he to determine what they like and dislike? Theo’s watched (Name) for quite some time now, committing their quirky habits to memory. It’s almost comical how they never seem to notice. Nine does, but he’s always been keen, and yet he can never understand the meaning behind his constant staring. That’ll happen when you spend your days alone, keeping yourself entertained with the voice inside your head. Theo wonders if Nine gets lonely with that depressing lifestyle. The two of them are like night and day. Theo’s bright and blinding like the sun. Nine is quiet and calm like the moon. But there isn’t any oxygen on the moon, and the sun can steal a person’s eyesight without feeling any remorse. Two Reapers of complete opposites, rising and setting all the same. A weed and a flower masquerading in a game of cat and mouse.

Oleander grows to towering heights. A stalker’s presence looms as tall as the very flower Theo embodies. He doesn’t care if he’s a leech or a misleading flower. Anything’s better than hemlock and the imposter cake Nine’s baking. Theo’s the baker and the pianist, not Nine. It will never be Nine. He’ll make sure of that. At his very core, Nine is a jawbreaker of many emotions and memories. Theo will fracture every layer until nothing’s left. Until the ground is a mess of colors and stories that unfold before the entire 14th Department. He’ll dig into Nine’s mind with a knife and fork to pull apart stringy recollections of his past life. It’s guaranteed to be a dessert far tastier than a slice of cake.

Poison ivy is easy to identify. As the saying goes, ‘leaves of three, let it be.’ Theo isn’t as obvious as a sickening rash. That’s the difference between ivy and oleander. One kills and the other spreads with red irritation. While he could sit and wallow in bitter annoyance, he’d rather get to memorizing every hateful hex in his spell book. Maybe he can trick Ell into making him a felt doll of Nine. Oh, the thrill of voodoo. Theo’s never performed such dark magic before, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. He’d like to see Nine lose his mind for a change, because eternity knows Theo’s lost his.

The manager deserves only the prettiest of flowers, and oleander has such a gripping, virulent embrace.

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merakiui · 4 years

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could i request nine who has a crush on someone as otherworldly/ethereal as him?

Similar HCs (Nine)

🎼 Nine 🎼

Nine is so ethereal and unique that it’s almost hard to imagine there’s someone else like him. Surprisingly, there is, and it happens to be his manager.

The two of you get along surprisingly well. Whether it’s chatting peacefully in your office or sticking together during a mission, you’re always spending time with Nine.

For once in his afterlife, he’s not bothered by your presence. That’s mainly because you’re quiet and unassuming like he is. You’re so much like him that the others begin to call you Nine 2.0, and they’re not that far off.

Nine feels comforted whenever you’re near him. Sometimes you’ll listen to him as he plays the piano, or you’ll sit in the courtyard and have a small picnic.

The two of you genuinely have a connection. At first, it was simply because you both had similar personalities. But the more he hangs out with you, the deeper Nine falls in love.

And it’s strange. These feelings of his were unexpected. It’s such a rush that he has trouble composing himself whenever Day draws the two of you in for a group hug. He’s never been fazed to this extent by anyone before.

Nine may try to withdraw from you as a result, trying so very hard to understand all of these unorganized emotions. But since the two of you have so much in common it’s hard to stay away. He finds himself wanting to know more about you.

He’s relieved whenever Day’s hovering around him because it makes interactions with you a lot less awkward.

He’ll hide whatever he’s feeling behind a courteous smile as he attempts to work through it.

Nine has probably considered the fact that the two of you might be soulmates, which would explain the instantaneous connection.

You truly understand him, so maybe he won’t mind opening up a little further. A confession will hide within the notes of a composition, and his feelings will bleed into the music that comes from the piano.

The other Soul Reapers may call you Nine 2.0, but he seriously can’t stop thinking about you. You might just be the other half he needs.

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afterlife-butterflies · 4 years

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hmm.. can you do nine for that “imagine if a character never became a soul reaper” post please?

"Nine... Mind if I be your plus one for tonight? We'd be the perfect pair of tens to dazzle the room~" "Mr Licht... I'm sure you don't mean that. I know you're planning to ask Miss Manager to be your partner during the mission." "You wound me, darling! To answer that with such a serious expression!"

What an odd dream... Was that Licht talking to someone? The other voice sounded polite and gentle... It's the first time you're hearing it, but somehow you're filled with a sense of nostalgia as you recall the conversation.

You try not to think about it too much, yet the next few nights are plagued with similar dreams featuring the same mysterious voice. The latest one included this 'Nine' person playing the piano - very skilfully at that. He might even give Theo a run for his money...

You can barely recall his face, but clearly remember thinking he was beautiful. Though something told you that calling him "pretty" wouldn't be a good idea.

The others start to pick up that you're distracted and try to help by providing distractions or possible remedies. One day you're doing paperwork in your room when a soul reaper knocks on the door.

Day enters and you brace for his usual energetic self, only to be met with a much more muted and worried version of him instead.

This in turn spikes your concern - what could've made him so quiet today?

"I think something is missing..." Day tries to explain. It turns out that when he woke up this morning, he'd turned around in bed to address someone, but realised that he didn't even have a roommate.

"It's weird, though... I thought for sure there'd be someone there, like my instincts were expecting it.."

On the same day is a scheduled mission at a famous university. In order to cover the campus most of the soul reapers went with you to the human world. While you were checking on everyone's progress you come across Licht, who was talking to a student there. Unlike the usual starstruck conversations you were used to however, this person seemed like he'd rather be as far from this flirty stranger as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the music department," he was saying. "I don't think I'll be much help with finding your way to class."

"Licht, let's not bother the students." You sigh a little, making your way there. "Sorry about him, he's-"

You're struck into dumbfounded silence as you meet the person's eyes. It feels as if electricity is running through your veins - what was happening? He didn't seem like a vengeful spirit...

"Darling~!" Licht greets you, cheerful as ever. "This is Nine, isn't he quite beautiful? I think he might just be able to fluster Sian like Quincy did at the start!"

You manage to snap back into reality, albeit still feeling a bit dazed. "Licht, you shouldn't just go around calling people beautiful. They might be uncomfortable with it."

Your words seem to surprise Nine, and he takes a moment to observe you properly. "...Have I met you before?" He asks, gaze focused and seeming to be analysing something before he catches himself. "Ah... Sorry, I'm not sure what got into me..."

"It must be the weather. I'm feeling a bit lightheaded myself," you smile at him kindly. This, however, enables Licht to redirect the conversation (and group) to one of the cafes on campus. Somehow Nine finds himself dragged along for the trip, and here you are, just having picked up the to-go orders from the counter and offering a sympathetic, if not apologetic look to Nine.

Day and Kirr were around the area and so they regrouped with the three of you. The former almost exposed them as soul-reapers but Licht manages to cover up the slip quickly enough. If Nine noticed, he didn't attempt to address it, instead joining in the conversation and relaxing the tension, asking where you guys needed guiding to.

Nine isn't one to try and get close to others, but this group's just essentric enough that his curiosity was piqued... They didn't seem like students from the school, but they weren't giving off a dangerous vibe either.

One was chatty and the other reminded him of a puppy, but they weren't so bad, compared to the judgemental and unfair treatments he's been used to so far.

That "manager" girl... She's the most suspicious, if only because he was hit with a pang of nostalgia when she started speaking. His heart feels like it's hurting a bit, too, in a way that he can only describe is similar to heartache. Which made completely no sense, since he's only met her today.

With these mysteries in mind, Nine acts as their guide around the campus, retelling some long-based rumours about the auditorium halls and such.

Along the way they pick up a few more essentrics, and Nine was barely able to remember their names before they arrived at their destination: the concert hall.

During the purification process the reapers almost lose control of the vengeful spirit, until Nine finally butted in and talked them down (it was a music student that overexerted themselves from practicing and applying to competitions)

By then he's already figured out what everyone is and the entire situation. But there is still one slightly confusing thing. You.

If nothing else, your actions and role during the purification only confused him more; you didn't seem to have a weapon like the others, so you weren't a Soul Reaper. But you seemed close to every person on the team (which sparked a bit of longing in him that he didn't expect) and seemed to be able to sense the presence of the vengeful spirits.

Curiouser and curiouser... It seems his questions haven't all been answered yet.

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afterlife-butterflies · 4 years

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Ahh we both have nine as a favorite! Can I get him + fluff prompt 8? Thanks 💖

(8: Can I hold your hand?) Maybe it’s because he’s one of my favorites, but this somehow got longer than I’d intended (building up to the prompt line took a bit more than I thought). Hope you’ll enjoy this~ And as always feel free to pop into my inbox anytime (even if it’s not a request, I wouldn’t mind interacting with you guys! Maybe I’ll reblog one of those get-to-know the creator lists? Let me know what you think if you’d like!)

It’s winter at the 14th Department, where the plants are dusted in snow and Kirr is fighting a losing battle with hiding his emergency supplies (some of the guys have been using it as a snack box, so he’s relocating it now as we speak.)

“I hope Mr Kirr didn’t cause you too much trouble?” Nine asks you. You’re returning to the main building together, the path surrounded by trees on either sides.

On the way back from helping Kirr find a hiding spot for his supplies, you bumped into Nine: though the latter hasn’t divulged the reason for his being here. If it was one of the preppier reapers you might’ve asked about it, but knowing Nine he’d just answer with something vague that’d leave you even more clueless than before.

“It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.” You reply happily. “I’m just glad we weren’t out for too long - I was hoping to get back and whip up some hot-chocolate.”

“That sounds nice for a day like this,” Nine looks peaceful as ever, it feels like the wind has calmed with him around. “It’s been colder out lately.”

The wintry season is the perfect environment to frame him, you can’t help but think. It suits his ethereal beauty, which somehow seems more enhanced than usual - is it because he’s in a good mood? Or maybe you were just seeing things from the hectic event just now?

“Right? I can’t wait to rest with a warm drink… Just saying that is making me want to walk faster!” You laugh, the sound ringing pleasantly through the air.

“Perhaps you should reward yourself with some marshmallows for coming out all this way,” Nine smiles. “You could’ve just messaged Mr Kirr about it, but was kind enough to assist him yourself.”

A pleased blush dusts your cheeks. You wring your hands together at the compliment. “Maybe I will.”

You realize that the cold is starting to numb your fingers, and so shift to wrap one hand around the other in an attempt to keep them warm.

The action draws his attention, to which he reaches a palm out to you. “Can I hold your hand?”

Nine is saving you the trouble (and embarrassment) of having to admit that your hands are starting to freeze. Not only that, he’s being incredibly smooth about it! It’s unfair that he’s not uneasy in the least, while your mind is already starting to whirr from what he said.

Despite feeling like you’ve lost a battle, you carefully place your hand in his, sheepishly apologizing for the trouble. “Ah… I can’t believe you’re having to look after me like this.”

“Well, I can’t let our manager lose her fingers.” He responds humorously. “No one would be happy if you couldn’t type or write anything for the next days.”

“That’s true.” You admit, “I’ll make you a mug of chocolate as well for the inconvenience.”

“I’d be thankful if you did.” He seems a little more energized at the offer. “I’ll help as well, of course.”

Perhaps it’s the closer proximity you’re strolling at, or the mere fact that you’re linking hands, but you feel your face heat up slightly at the thought of walking into the department like this. You can’t even begin to imagine how some of the others might react… Especially the louder ones, like Kati or Quincy.

“Is something on your mind?” Nine observes from your expression.

You push the thoughts away. “It’s nothing important.”

It’s rare for something like to happen, after all, so you might as well enjoy the present for now. You’ll handle the aftermath later.

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merakiui · 4 years

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can you please do nine with a ballerina s/o?? thank you!

Ballet Dancer!S/O HCs (Nine)

🎼 Nine 🎼

Nine learns about your profession as a ballet dancer when he happens to see you practicing in the courtyard one afternoon. Your movements are executed with calculated grace, and he finds it to be rather satisfying to watch.

Your limbs cut through the air as if you’re swimming through it. He hears the slow piano music that’s coming from your phone while you move in time with the melody.

He wasn’t aware you possessed such an exquisite talent, but he finds it very interesting nonetheless.

Nine sits down to watch you practice, his presence barely noticeable over your intense concentration. When the music drifts to a finish, you end your routine with a practiced bow, pretending as though an audience had just witnessed your flawless performance.

He claps gently, startling you with the sudden noise. You turn and see Nine, who’s wearing a small smile.

“That was amazing, Manager,” he’ll say, meaning every word. Even if he isn’t too good with compliments, he won’t hold any praise in. You deserve to be complimented. Though he won’t overdo it, as there will always be room for improvement.

He’s a little curious about what it takes to be a ballet dancer and how long you’ve been doing it for, so he’ll ask you to give him some information about your hobby.

You’re more than happy to provide. Nine listens intently as you describe the negative and positive sides of being a ballet dancer. You explain how ballet can be quite taxing on the body, especially the feet, so special care must be taken to avoid a serious injury. But it’s all worthwhile in the end because ballet gives you joy.

He can’t help but smile when you enthusiastically describe your hobby. It’s so nice to see the cheerful look on your face.

For a moment, he wonders if you’d dance to one of his compositions if he decided to play for you. Nine won’t say it out loud, but ever since he discovered your talent he’s been secretly hoping to play one of his compositions. It’d be like a dream come true, watching as you dance elegantly to the sounds of his music.

He’ll do some research on the history of ballet to better understand its origins and why it’s such a popular form of classical dance. But nothing can beat hearing you explain the different positions and movements.

You’ll try to teach Nine so that he can dance with you, which results in his reluctance to perform with you. Your assurance definitely coaxes him on, and he doesn’t want to let you down.

Only his manager has the power to convince him to practice ballet.

And that’s okay, because Nine truly enjoys spending this private time with you. It just gives him another reason to admire his skilled and confident manager.

The ballet sessions definitely give him inspiration for a few classical pieces, but that remains another secret. For now, he’ll stay on the sidelines to support you, always at peace when he witnesses your performance.

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afterlife-butterflies · 4 years

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hi hi!!!!! welcome to the small AL imagines blog scene! could i get prompt 47 from the fluffy prompts with nine & Quincy (we have the same faves :0!)

Hi and thanks for the welcome-! Fav buddies ❣ It's nice to meet you and I'm glad you spared the time to pop by! This request was a fun one to do~ (47: Stop petting me, I'm not a cat). Hope you'll like these:

Quincy

"Hey, hey." Quincy narrows his gaze at you. "What d'you think you're doing?"

"What do you mean?" You hum back, continuing to play with his hair.

"Stop stroking me, I'm not a cat!" He finally catches your hand, moving it away. "You dare treat a devil like this? Have you no sense of self-preservation?"

"But Quincy," you reason. "I'm sure you're the only devil this pretty, and who am I to let this opportunity go?"

He releases his grip at the roundabout response, huffing. "I'm only letting you off because I'm gracious. Be grateful that I'm not cursing you for this."

Quincy then places a hand on his hip, staring at you pointedly. "You're gonna live a short life if you keep doing these things." He pauses at the thought. "Which is why you should stop! See how kind I am to share my wisdom with you? You better appreciate it!"

Nine

Nine gives you an odd look from over his shoulder. You had been braiding his hair for fun, but started to comb through his locks with your hands instead halfway through. It wasn't like there were any knots to work out.

"Stop stroking me," his lips quirk teasingly. "I'm not a cat."

You realise what you were doing and feel an embarrassed heat creep up your face. "Oops- Sorry, I got distracted." You respond sheepishly and go back to braiding properly. "But your hair is so soft, I couldn't help it!"

"Hmm… Then should I share my routine with you? I'm not sure if I do anything special to make it soft, but I could if you'd like."

You perk up. "Really? You'd do that?"

"Sure," Nine smiles, eyes sparkling. "Though I might return the favor of petting you in return. My pride can't let you get away with combing me like a cat."

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merakiui · 4 years

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i don’t remember actually sending a request, sorry about that- anyway, how about the noctu team realizing they’re crushing on the manager? make it like a puppy crush for aiyachi bc the baby is only 14

(Here are the hcs! Please forgive me. I don’t know why they took so long to post. :< But I’m happy with the result! I hope you’ll like it too. Thank you for requesting! These are really cute to think about.)

Noctu Team With a Crush HCs (Aitachi, Kirr, Nine, and Day)

🎯 Aitachi 🎯

Aitachi looks up to a lot of people. He’s not bothered by the fact that most of them might be older and taller. That just means they’ve got more years under their belt and plenty of wisdom to share with him.

He’s so used to being around adults that your presence doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

Intimidation? He knows no such thing! Aitaichi hardly considers fear when you treat him with the same respect as everyone else.

Just don’t baby him. Aitachi may be the smallest and youngest out of the group, but that doesn’t mean he’s a child. He’s a mature Reaper with the courage and strength of a true, pure-hearted warrior!

That’s why he’s always willing to put his life on the line if you’re ever in danger, which is extreme and illogical considering he’s already died once and is now immortal.

He means well, but you’ll still clarify that he doesn’t need to go to such lengths to ensure your safety.

“I’ll be fine,” you told him after a vengeful spirit tried to attack you. “You don’t have to worry so much. As long as no one’s hurt, we can continue with our work, right?”

The very next morning you find a talisman on your desk, along with a small note telling you to keep it close whenever you’re in danger.

Since then, you’ve kept it as a good luck charm, knowing that as long as you’re careful you won’t fall prey to any wandering spirits.

Aitachi takes up the role as your unofficial errand boy ever since he discovered the special spot on your desk for the doll he made. He insists on bringing you every important document because it’s a warrior’s duty to provide for those in need.

His fellow Noctu Reapers think it’s quite charming that he does this, especially Day, who makes all sorts of comments doting on how his “little brother” is so helpful and sweet.

You’re grateful that Aitachi’s so willing to lend a hand without a single complaint, and you make sure he knows just how thankful you are.

Even if the gesture is reserved for that of a child, you still pat him on the head. Aitachi pouted about it at first, saying that head pats aren’t suited for warriors.

Now he just blushes at the contact, proud to have gotten your recognition.

He’s almost like Day in a sense, unintentionally following you around like a lost hound.

It’s quite obvious that he’s got a case of young puppy love.

He’s making another talisman doll for you when he comes to the realization of his wholesome feelings.

Are warriors even supposed to feel this way?

He’s stuck thinking about it the whole day, and he’ll probably be less confident to admit to it.

In the meantime, though, he’ll continue helping you to the best of his ability, secretly doing everything he can to be considered your number one. Almost like a teacher’s pet, but in this case it’s manager’s pet.

All of those talisman dolls are starting to pile up on your desk, as well as his innocent adoration for his hard-working manager.

🏹 Kirr 🏹

Having a crush is such a foreign concept to Kirr.

When he first heard the word, he took it quite literally, wondering why anyone would want to crush another person. That should only happen in a survival scenario where life and death is at stake and you’re facing an enemy with negative intentions.

Yet as he learns more about what it means in a romantic sense, it gives him more confusion. So a crush is a strong sense of admiration for another person?

In that case, wouldn’t it be his manager who he holds in high esteem?

He doesn’t really know how to bring this topic up with the others, so he’s debating it internally. It’s definitely a struggle for poor Kirr, who can’t seem to figure out whether or not what he’s feeling is a crush or just simple respect for his colleague.

So he ends up watching how the Reapers act around you. They’re so kind and sociable. And he acts the same, albeit at a serious level where most jokes go over his head.

Kirr is so busy troubling himself with these inner debates that he doesn’t even register when someone’s trying to talk to him, and it’s a bit concerning.

One afternoon he’s sharpening the arrowheads on the ends of his arrows when he sees you crossing the field. And you look serene as you walk, not paying any mind to the wind that rustles your clothes.

He’s shared plenty of conversations with you before, but during those times he never had a chance to appreciate you in all your astounding form.

It’s almost too much for him, and a slew of feelings catch his heart in a vice.

Maybe he does have a crush after all.

But where are all these emotions coming from? Based off of what he’s heard from the Department, Kirr knows that a crush is normal for everyone of all ages. It’s a sign that you’ve taken romantic interest in someone.

He wonders what one does with feelings like these. Obviously he could confess or get to know you more, but something’s holding him back. Suddenly, he’s become indecisive.

Normally, when he’s hunting, it’s easy to rely on logic and instincts. Now he’s not so sure which will help him out in this situation.

When you catch his staring and wave, a smile on your face, Kirr holds up his arm, returning the gesture. You really are a great person; your personality glimmers underneath the glare of the sun, and he’s glad that someone so amazing is his manager.

Logic might fail in this case, and instincts won’t get him anywhere as he has no idea where to begin. So maybe he’ll settle on his heart, following it like it’s a searchlight in the blurry haze of confusion that’s overtaken his reasoning.

Kirr’s definitely going to gravitate towards you more as he tries to navigate his newfound feelings. He’s doing his best, so please encourage him.

🎼 Nine 🎼

He catches you slacking off one day, absorbed in the videos on your mobile device.

Nine isn’t one to snoop, but he does happen to catch the swish of a colorful pen against a sheet of unwrinkled paper. He knows what it is at once.

You’re watching calligraphy videos.

“Do you enjoy that, Manager?” he’ll ask, awaiting your answer.

Once you confirm that you do like it, Nine’ll be happy to know that his manager shares similar interests with him.

Since then, the two of you have bonded over calligraphy, and Nine’s even showed you what his skillful hands can do. Just give him a pretty pen and some paper and he’ll be scribbling all sorts of gorgeous words.

He finds that the best word to write is your name, which is a tad confusing, but you seem honored.

Before he can even register the extent of your relationship, you’re already inviting him to places. Whether it’s in your office talking over paperwork or rendezvousing in the human world during a successful mission, Nine enjoys your presence.

Nine realizes that every day spent in your company is fun, albeit a dangerous erosion to his heart, which is beginning to wear at its foundation.

He manages to stay composed, but there’s something strange in how he hopes of eventually surpassing the border known as friendship.

He’s not used to getting so close to others; usually he keeps his distance, only upholding a conversation when needed. But now he feels as though he’ll lose you if he doesn’t stick around, and the idea of that is crushing.

You’re already such a ray of sunshine, a soothing force against the hectic work days, so he wants to ensure that you’re also content.

He’s writing down the remnants of a composition he recalls, testing his memory of his distant past life, when everything starts to click into place. The stars align as he writes in the final notes, reviewing the completed composition with tranquil eyes.

If he’s right, it should be played slow and steady, transitioning between notes of melancholic hope and satisfied bitterness. Quite a tragic piece, if he’s being honest, but maybe that was his intention. Or his memory might be faulty. Either way, he’s certain that this composition describes his inner turmoil perfectly. Bittersweet like chocolate and uncertain like his intuition.

Nine can’t remember the name to this particular composition, so he writes the first thing that comes to his mind.

The moment he finishes writing your name is definitive proof of what he’s feeling.

Some would say it’s a crush, and others would say it’s unfiltered endearment. Regardless of what it is, it holds the same implications.

Nine’s in love.

Though his previous life was cut short and he refuses to sort through his cracked past, he has all the time in the world to start anew. And that’s all he needs to act upon these feelings that have blossomed.

It’ll take time, but he knows that he’ll be able to confess when he’s certain that his love isn’t completely one-sided.

In the 14th Department, Nine seems to wear his smile purposefully, and there’s a bright shine in his gaze.

🍦 Day 🍦

He’s with you 24/7. At least, that’s what it feels like to you.

Realistically, it’s because of your role as manager. But at some point he just starts to forget that that’s your job and he begins to consider you a friend.

He’s in your office all the time, sitting on a swivel chair or trying to lounge on your desk while you’re writing up reports.

In the beginning, you would always kick him out, lightly advising him that work hours are not play hours—even if there aren’t any ongoing missions.

But Day is so loyal, constantly flitting around you like a butterfly. He seems to smile even brighter when you address him, and despite his carefree demeanor he wants to provide as much help as he can.

“Let me carry that, Manager!” or “Hey, hey! We should get ice cream to celebrate your hard work. I want to take you to the best place. You have to try the new flavors with me!”

You give up pushing him away and start to welcome him into your office.

The other Reapers begin to suspect something’s up, especially those who are more perceptive than the others. Day’s own team members can’t help but wonder what’s got him so fascinated with you.

He claims he can never be bored when he’s around you, which proves to be true because this man can talk about anything and everything.

All it takes is for you to mention that you’re in the mood for something sweet, and he’ll be on that topic faster than a moth to a light.

Without meaning to, he memorizes all of the information he learns about you, accidentally mentioning some facts during a conversation.

It makes you realize just how close he pays attention to you.

Even Nyang Lead Manager has noticed his attachment, but he’s uninterested for the most part. As long as Day doesn’t let himself get distracted from work, he’s not bothered.

But it makes things harder for you. Your focus diminishes whenever he’s near, so much so that you begin to take in different aspects of his actions.

He rarely blushes, but when he does it’s usually whenever you do something that warrants bashfulness. And he’s started to compliment you a lot now, always recognizing changes to your fashion.

Day happens to be relaxing in his dorm, reading an ancient tome about magic and its connection to the heart, when it finally makes sense.

Wait. Hold on.

He peers at the symbols with undeterred intensity, recalling memories of you and him. Eerily, his feelings fit the exact description in the book.

He really does spend a lot of time with you, and you’ve been occupying his thoughts day and night since he first got to know you. Some would say it’s too much, but you can never have enough of something you love.

Love. That’s the word he was looking for.

He’s in love. True, real, authentic love.

Day pops up from his sitting position so fast it almost throws him off balance. The other Noctu members look at him in confusion, but he’s too busy to even give them an explanation.

Now wired with too much excitement to feel worried, he rushes through the 14th Department, completely shirtless and in a hurry to get to your office so he can give you a rambling soapbox speech about his inner thoughts and feelings.

Someone give him a shirt before he gets himself in trouble with Nyang.

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merakiui · 4 years

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So you know that subtle rivalry hinted between Theo and Nine, like especially about the piano and stuff? I've seen their mini rivalry in personal stories too, but like I think it's pretty funny, cause the calm, peaceful Nine with the cool and collected Theo. What things do you think they would "fight" over? If you do small stories, like maybe a small story over it??

(Absolutely! Their relationship on the AFTER L!FE website says both of them believe the other has “ulterior motives,” which is definitely interesting. I ended up writing a small story/oneshot for this, and I hope it was good enough in terms of what they would “fight over.” Theo and Nine are so fun to write for when it’s in this format.)

Cake (Nine and Theo)

The manager is like cake, Theo thinks as he walks down the hall, a few documents held securely in his gloved hands. Everyone wants a piece of their time, but there’s only so much to go around. I guess it makes sense. They’ve always been sweet when it comes to the Reapers in the 14th Department.

Cake has an expiration date, as does any food. Along with that, it’s messy. Perfect frosting, fondant flowers, and a moist sponge that gets all over silverware and on clothes. Nevertheless, it’s a dessert for any celebratory occasion. Theo knows a lot of the Reapers can be compared to cake. Take innocent Ell and his happy-go-lucky personality for example. If he were a cake, he’d be the most overbearing slice of sugar. Such a simple cake is an insult, though. If you’re going to indulge in something unhealthy, at least make it overly presentable so you won’t have to fuss over the consequences of such a treat in the near future.

But Theo isn’t interested in cakes that have basic layers. He’s much more intrigued by those that have stacks of unique combinations, such as pineapple, vanilla, and even coconut. Each layer can be carefully picked apart, and every flavor dissected before his blue eyes. People are like cake. They’re either sickeningly sweet or spoiled with a rotten attitude, and they fall victim to their own natural expiration dates with the course of time. They can be broken down and devoured as easily as one does to a slice when they’re hungry. More importantly, their ingredients are always different. Opposing backgrounds, conflicting lifestyles, and even the people with whom they associate. When mixed together, it creates a person who holds their own morals, judgements, and rules based on the cards they have been dealt.

Perhaps that’s why children are so territorial when it comes to snacks; they believe it’s their right to be granted the best treat. In a group of three, who is most entitled to the last slice of cake? The two warring sides or the one unknowingly trapped in the middle? Sharing is cast aside in favor of getting the final piece. No one wants one-third of something. You can’t have one-third of a person. But Theo’s not of that age where you assume the world will be given to you on a silver platter. He knows when to choose his battles and when to surrender.

He knows when to savor every bite of cake he can get.

Theo almost drops the files he’s holding when he hears the upbeat staccato being played in rhythmic succession on the piano. That piano. The piano he should’ve found with the manager. If only they’d asked for his help. If only Nine hadn’t ruined it by impressing them with his dexterous talent. If only—

“You’re amazing, Nine!” the manager praises, a grin on their face. “I wonder if the other Soul Reapers have any sort of musical talent, too.”

“It’s nothing special,” he says, politely deflecting the compliment as easily as one discards a slice of moldy cake. “But I’m pleased you enjoy it, Manager.”

Of course, Theo thinks bitterly, drawing his lips into a thin line. Nine’s playing for them again.

“Can I try?”

Nine nods, sliding over on the bench to make room for (Name). While they tap certain keys at random intervals, sheepishly attempting to knit a comprehensive melody, Theo looks on in dissatisfaction. It’s Nine who senses the presence of a third individual, and he cranes his neck to confirm his suspicions.

“Oh, Mr. Theo. A pleasant surprise seeing you here.”

“You’ve been playing a lot lately. Won’t Nyang Lead Manager get angry if he catches you slacking off?”

“He doesn’t have to know,” (Name) says, rescuing Nine from any criticism Theo might have at the ready. “Besides, the day’s been slow enough.”

His heart sinks when he notices the bento boxes, evidence of two meals that have been thoroughly consumed. One for (Name) and one for Nine... They ate lunch together, and now they’re on the piano—the one he should be playing—acting completely chummy. Why? he thinks, his mind attempting to wrap itself around the concept of work relationships. Why are they so close?

His instincts tell him it’s all part of Nine’s master plan to have you to himself—to take all of the cake and leave nothing but crumbs for the others. It’s so selfishly enraging. Luckily, Theo has reason to stay in the spotless storage room. He sets the files on the lid of the piano, nearly swiping the bento boxes out of the way. There was more than enough room, and Nine doesn’t miss the calculated abruptness in Theo’s actions.

“Hm? What’s all of this?”

“Reports from this week’s patrol shifts,” he explains in a matter-of-fact tone. “I was told to bring these to you for review.”

“Right! I forgot about that. Thanks, Theo. What would I do without you?”

Just as fast as it sank, that familiar cardiovascular muscle skips a beat. Sneakily, he eyes Nine to gauge his reaction. The calm Noctu Reaper is staring right back, a partial smile gathering at the corners of his lips. If a pastry chef adds poison to the meringue of his cream horn and it incapacitates an unsuspecting customer, is he at fault? Does the issue lie with who sold him the poison? Were his intentions outlandishly harmful or driven purely by revenge? In this situation, who would be the chef? Theo’s certain it must be Nine. After all, he’s infecting you with a skill that should be reserved only for him. Playing the piano has always been his speciality. Nine is just a copycat baker whisking all sorts of notes in hopes that it produces a suitable tune.

His talent is poisoning the chances Theo has of impressing (Name) with his flawless playing.

Like a garden that’s been infested with weeds, stripping its sprouts of their needed sunlight, Nine has planted ugly hemlock.

“Is everything all right?” Nine questions, seeming concerned at Theo’s stretched silence. “Mr. Theo?”

“Everything’s fine. I’m flattered you’d worry about me.” Despite the fact that Nine’s older and that Theo ought to respect his seniors, he can’t bring himself to willingly trust the Reaper who’s been stealing the manager’s heart with his dexterity.

(Name) pops up from the seat at once, startled to have caught sight of the time. “Sorry, Nine. I've got to supervise Day and Kati’s cleaning shift. You can never be too careful with those two...” As they grab their empty bento box and the pile of documents, exchanging serene farewells with Nine, Theo opens his mouth to say something.

I’ll go with you, he wants to add, and yet the words evade him.

The manager turns to address Theo, a radiant beam in their expression—the sight of a flower that has wilted once and sprung back to life with a little bit of water and sunlight. “There’s a book I found that I think you’ll like. I’ll lend it to you if you’re interested. Let’s talk more next time, okay?”

His heart just about flips into cardiac arrest. How can his manager be so mindful and generous despite the minimal conversation they’ve shared? Such a gesture is sweeter than any cake the other Reapers may resemble.

“Let’s,” he echoes, watching as they make a swift exit. And suddenly the once dusty, overcrowded storage room becomes a haven. Observing it from his angle, he realizes just how much work the manager and Nine have done in terms of cleaning. That could’ve been a task suited to him. Now it’s as though you and Nine have started meeting up periodically in this room.

Nine rises from his spot on the bench, gingerly closing the lid over the piano keys. “Is there something on your mind?”

Theo raises a brow. “Nothing in particular. Why do you ask?”

“I was only curious. You seemed quite attached to the manager’s reactions. Though that’s just a speculation of mine. Please forgive me if I assumed incorrectly.”

“Well, I don’t want them to disapprove of my work.”

“I understand. You always do your best, Mr. Theo, so don’t let the pressure of appeasing Manager weigh you down.”

“I won’t. Thank you for your concern.” His words are hollow—lacking a soul—but he delivers them anyway. A faux cake needs no decorations if it’s role is not to be enjoyed. It’s merely a placeholder in his acquaintanceship with Nine. Stale enough to be recycled for future use, but also courteous in case of an emergency. “Then, I’ll be taking my leave now.”

Nine bids him a professional goodbye, friendly against the powerful tide of passive-aggressive distrust Theo’s built up. The disarming Soul Reaper closes the lid of his bento box, listening to Theo’s even footsteps as they grow distant with each passing second. He isn’t a fool, and neither is the picture-perfect Reaper in the Day Team. Something’s amiss. Anyone would be able to recognize the tense atmosphere that has ensnared the storage room in its vicious maw. Nine isn’t a stranger to formulated schedules. Ever since (Name) asked to meet him in the storage room for a few coveted minutes of listening to him play, Theo’s been in the distance, looming like a shadow in a child’s nightmare.

His finger taps at the colorful plastic while the gears in his brain turn. Nine doesn’t know Theo well enough to make any rash claims, and he certainly wouldn’t say any of that outright. Perhaps he just doesn’t know how to approach others, or he might want a chance to practice on the piano. If that’s the case, it would justify his lingering near the storage room. Nine has noticed the pattern, though. Theo’s always there when the manager observes his skillful fingers dancing across the keys. He’s never there for anyone else.

“I suppose anyone would think it’s an ulterior motive,” Nine murmurs to the empty air. “I’m not too sure.”

Green-eyed monsters don’t have blue eyes, so what does that make Theo?

Said Soul Reaper waits outside the door of the storage room, pressed against the wall with his ears alert and his mouth shut. To be blunt, Nine’s taken too much of the cake, and Theo’s not going to allow that. Crumbs are messy, and he despises messes. For a moment, the darker side of his thoughts conjure other messes. Crimson messes. Accidents that involve choice words and measured actions. Everything should be exemplary for a delicious result. But there won’t be any cake if he’s lacking the ingredients. The only recipe that makes is regret with a side of loss.

Theo slips away from the wall, quietly moving in the other direction. There are many layers to Nine that he must separate for intense study. The closer he gets to the center, the more personal he’ll get. And if the perfect cake involves a book, a piano, and the layers of a certain someone, he’s willing to forsake cleanliness.

Nine is there in the doorway wearing a faint smile as he witnesses Theo leave for a second time.

Something is definitely amiss with Mr. Theo.

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afterlifeimagines · 4 years

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Hey! I love your posts! Could you do 💖, 🥰, 💌, and 👀 for Nine?

Nine:

💖 Do they like PDA or are they a private person?

Absolutely a private person. He even likes to leave the other Reapers guessing for as long as possible, not letting them in on the fact the two of you were an official couple, which means keeping a careful distance from each other. If you’re the type who gets antsy about such things he’s apologetic, asking for a little more time to get used to the relationship before you start holding hands or cuddling up to him, but he does eventually warm up to the idea of showing you off. He still prefers you at least ask permission before showering him with any PDA and even then, things like kissing are still restricted as that’s the side of you only he gets to see.

👀 Are they protective?

Once Nine considers you ‘his’ he’s not a fan of sharing you with most people, though there are a certain few he’s fond enough of that he’d trust to keep you safe. He’s not super proactive with his protectiveness but he does actively try to help you out when he sees you’re in an uncomfortable situation, no qualms about stepping in and stopping you from making a scene that could potentially make you look bad (like losing your temper). He tries to calm you down behind the scene, cupping your face and telling you that everything would be just fine now that you were with him.

🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o?

Nine might try to keep the relationship a secret for a bit so he’s not bothered about it but his own staring problems give him away, as do yours. Sometimes it just seems like the two of you are entirely focused on each other even when you’re all the way across the room, flirting with each other from afar as everyone around you wonders exactly when you and he had gotten this close. Nine tells you constantly that you’re so alluring he can’t help but stare, getting rather jealous when he hears the other guys admiring you.

💌 Do they send loving/cutesy texts to their s/o?

Nine’s texts aren’t directly affectionate but when he does text you, you know that he’s missing you dearly as he doesn’t do it very often (he prefers being physically together as it’s far more fulfilling). He’ll check in on how your day is going, sometimes even divulging some details of his own, ending it with a ‘hope you’re having a good time’ or ‘good luck on your mission my love’ before the conversation ends. It always makes you happy to see him write out ‘I love you’ in a message as it was another thing he didn’t do very often (he thought it meant more when you heard it directly from him rather than through text) but he liked to offer up friendly reminders when you were far away from each other.

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If you really don't mind me requesting something else then you actually give me on idea when you mentioned Ell's hairstyle in the new card ( I really like this one too ). How about long some long haired boys from Noctu- Kirr, Day and Nine with their s/o playing with their hair? Would they like it and let them do it? Do they want them styled or maybe just relax on theirs s/o lap while they play with theyre hair? Thank you for your work, take care! ❤️

(Hi again, anon! Here are the hcs you requested. Please enjoy them, and thank you for requesting something so cute and fluffy! These were a treat to write, so I’m hoping they’re to your liking. :D)

Playing With Their Hair HCs (Kirr, Day, and Nine)

🏹 Kirr 🏹

When you push a strand of his hair behind his ear, he’s grateful. It means you’re looking out for him as his faithful manager.

But then you begin to ask him all sorts of questions regarding his hair, and it makes him confused.

“Hey, Kirr, how long did it take you to grow it out? Doesn’t it get in the way? I bet it’s a nuisance in the summer, right? Nevertheless, it suits you!”

Poor Kirr can’t understand what’s so great about it. Lots of people have hair, so what’s the significance?

You might have to explain why you adore playing with it, and then you’ll have to get his consent to continue. He may think you’re trying to play a trick on him. His hunter’s instinct is just too strong.

“Oh, you think it’s fun to play with? Then go ahead. I don’t mind.”

In return, he may play with yours, absentmindedly twisting a strand or two around his fingers. It’s as nice as one of the many pelts he’s gotten from the animals he’s hunted.

Personally, Kirr doesn’t have any sort of specific style preference. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

He’s truly jubilant that you’re wanting to spend your time with him, innocently playing with his hair. He finds it quite soothing, especially when he’s worn out from a long day.

He’ll let you do whatever you want in terms of styling, though there are lots of styles he’s unfamiliar with. If you show him a magazine of hairstyles, he’ll be impressed at all of the possibilities.

You and Kirr will spend time leisurely trying to replicate the styles you see on the pages.

Doing so is calming, and it allows the both of you to grow closer as friends.

🍦 Day 🍦

Go for it!

Day is so excited to spend his time with you, so he’ll definitely let you play with his hair if it means the two of you can talk more.

He wants you to be as creative as you can possibly get with his hair, but at the very end he’d prefer it to be up in his signature ponytail.

Though if you go through the trouble of styling it, he’ll leave it, eager to show it off to the Reapers in the 14th Department.

There’s a sort of childish joy he gets whenever you’re with him, and Day holds onto that feeling. After all, he’s always telling you about how you’re able to brighten his day with just your presence alone.

The two of you can laugh about funny hairstyles together, flipping through a picture book of them.

After you’ve had your fun with his hair—and he’s gotten a chance to play with yours—you’ll go on a snack run. That usually ends up with the two of you getting sidetracked and buying everything else besides snacks.

Day likes to get ice cream after you’ve styled his hair. Normally, he likes to walk around and observe his surroundings while he eats the cold treat, but when it’s with you he’ll settle for sitting in the parlor. He might suggest sharing a milkshake with you, too.

You’ll attempt to mimic hairstyles that the other Soul Reapers commonly have. It always gives you plenty of giggles, especially when you try to put all of Day’s hair into the same bun Kati normally wears.

“Manager! What if we straightened it with a curling iron? Would it look like Ghilley’s hair? I bet it would, right? This is going to be so fun!”

Be careful with him, though. Day may get carried away once he gets his hands on the proper equipment for more than just hair styling.

While it’s normal for anyone to feel soothed when another person is combing their hair, Day just doesn’t feel sleepy. He can hardly sit still, constantly trying to grab the mirror to get a sneak peek.

Like the puppy he is, he’ll listen to whatever you have to say, often enjoying the long chats the two of you share while playing with each other’s hair.

🎼 Nine 🎼

Did he hear that properly? You’re interested in what his hair would look like out of that loose ponytail?

“May I ask what sparked this curiosity of yours?”

He’s very polite about it. Nine just wants to know why you’re so invested in his, as you so eloquently put it, “soft, luscious-looking hair.”

Nine’s gotten compliments about his appearance before, so this isn’t anything new. But when you tell him how pretty and elegant it would look down, he’s a tad bashful.

It’s not his intention to grow embarrassed; normally he can keep his cool when it comes to praise, but as his manager you always find a way to bring new emotions out of him.

You offer to brush his hair for him, and he has trouble turning you down. He’s just so friendly, and you mean well.

So he gives in, expecting to feel uncomfortable at the close contact.

Instead he realizes how gentle you are with his hair, gingerly undoing the tie and combing your fingers through his silky locks. It catches him by surprise.

“Have you ever done this before? You seem quite talented.”

“Oh, this is nothing!” you say, happily brushing away the minimal tangles that snag on the bristles. “My friends used to ask me to do their hair for them whenever they were too lazy, so I just picked up a few techniques here and there.”

You and Nine chat about your friends and how they all seem to enjoy it whenever you do their hair.

He may be hesitant to try a new style because he’s so used to his current look, but he’s willing to put up with it for you.

Besides, the sensation of your fingers weaving through his hair is very nice, and it lulls Nine into a comforting quiet.

Whenever you do this, which isn’t too often because of how busy your schedule gets, you end up talking the most, with Nine listening and humming in response every now and then.

Underneath the enjoyment of playing with his hair, Nine feels content knowing that the time spent with you is worth more than any interesting hairstyle you might want to try.

And he cherishes all of these special moments.

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