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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months

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twst 2023 valentine gift COMPLETE message compilation!!

Information about 2021 and 2022 TWST Valentine Gifts here! 2023's Valentine Gift is a macaron-like compact mirror. Character signatures here! 2021 Letters (text only) here! 2022 Letters (text only) here! 2023 Letters (text only) below the cut!! ***SPOILERS AHEAD!!***

Something interesting to note! The 2023 letters all seem to indicate that the sender's gift was something sweet and edible in nature. Previous years thanked the sender for their "gift", but did not typically indicate what the gift was.

Here is a brief example of what the letters look like this year before we get to the actual new contents of each (which are exact English transcriptions):

Heartslabyul

🌹 Riddle Thank you for the lovely sweets. I'll have them on my study breaks. If they're good, perhaps I'll set them out at a tea party. You'll certainly be invited if I do. After all, there's no rule that states you can't join in.

♣️ Trey Hello friend-- Thanks so much for the gift. It was exactly my taste, with just the right amount of sweetness. I can tell you thought a lot about what to get. I'll come up with a recipe based on these sweets sometime. I hope you'll get to taste test it for me.

♦️ Cater Eyyy, friendo! Sweets aren't normally my jam, but the ones you picked out were PERF--and they looked great too! You must've put in some WORK picking them out. So, thanks! I'll make sure to do the same for you!

❤️ Ace Heya, pal-- I kinda freaked when I saw you left a present at my door--in a good way! You actually sent me sweets! You could've just given them to me in person, you know. I haven't had any yet, but I'm sure they'll be great! We should share them at lunch tomorrow.

♠️ Deuce My good friend-- Thanks for the amazing gift! You got me those mega-popular sweets we just talked about, right? They were so good! It's kind of a shame I ate them all. Have you had any? I guess it'd be weird if I gifted you the same thing, but come shopping with me sometime and we can pick out some sweets for you.

Savanaclaw

🦁 Leona Hey-- You gave me SWEETS? I swear, sometimes I don't know what goes through that noggin of yours. I'll be nice and say I appreciate the sentiment... this time. But don't expect any glowing food reviews.

🐆 Ruggie Hey, 'sup. I got the sweets you sent! It's always a good day when someone gifts me food. These are supposed to be real popular right now, yeah? They must've been hard to snag. Shyeheehee, that makes them double good! Thanks a ton!

🐺 Jack Hi-- I was surprised when I smelled something sweet at my door. Consider your present received. I still can't believe you gave me such cutesy looking sweets. Not that I'm unhappy about it, of course. I actually like candy and stuff. Thanks.

Octavinelle

🐙 Azul My boon companion-- Thank you for the heartfelt gift. I suppose I owe it to you to partake of these sweets. Don't worry. Once I've analyzed the flavor, I'll gift you something equally delicious. After all, fair's fair.

🐬 Jade My good friend-- You've outdone yourself. Sweets that pair well with black tea? My deepest thanks. I'm flattered that you thought of me so when selecting them. You've inspired me. I'm going to spend my mountain hikes pondering just the right tea blend to suit your palate. I do hope you'll enjoy it.

🦈 Floyd Dear little shrimpy-- I saw your present. You got me candy? That rules! I was JUST in the mood for something sweet. I might not be tomorrow though, so I think I'll polish them off today. Thanks.

Scarabia

☀️ Kalim To my dear friend-- Thanks for the present! What colorful and sparkly sweets. They look delicious! I just had an idea! How about we eat them together after school? Gifts like this taste better when shared, after all. I'll pick out a good tea to go with them. Can't wait to see you later!

🐍 Jamil Hello-- I was surprised to see you gifted me sweets. At first I wondered if you were hinting for me to make you something similar... But when I pulled the gift out of the bag, I saw all the details you put into it, right down to the ribbon. It's clear this was a heartfelt gesture. I'll treasure these treats as I eat them. Thank you.

Pomefiore

👑 Vil Dearest friend-- Thank you for the gift. The sweets were dazzling and most attractive. Did you try to imagine what I'd like when picking them out? If you, you made an apt choice. I'll have something for you later in return.

🏹 Rook Bonjour, and merci beaucoup! What a lovely batch of confections! They're so darling that I'm tempted to stow them away in a brilliant bejeweled box. Ah, but I jest. I'll enjoy every morsel of this gift you've so thoughtfully bestowed upon me.

🍎 Epel Dear friend-- Thanks for the gift! Sweets from the city have a real fancy vibe, don't they? I'll savor every bite. I know this isn't exactly a gift, but I just scored some coupons for the cafeteria. Wanna join me for lunch tomorrow? Just wait for me, and I'll find you!

💀 Ignihyde

Idia Shroud @YOU huh? What the wha? im low-key scared here why would u give me sweets??? ig that sometimes i run low on sugar when ive been gaming too long and my aim becomes trash... ok sure, if this is ur way of looking out for me, ill take it

🤖 Ortho Shroud Hello, Prefect-- Thanks for the present! The sweets were very charming and cute, not to mention colorful. What neat designs! I'll make sure to save this as a special memory. I've run the data on their base ingredients, and hope to gift you some fitting sweets in return soon.

Diasomnia

🐉 Malleus Draconia To my dear friend-- Thank you. Never did I envision someone presenting me with the gift of sweet treats. It would be a shame for me to eat them all by myself. I think I'll share them with you. Would you be willing to provide the tea to go with them?

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge Greetings! Your present was delightful. The treats had a subtle sweetness that was perfect for a slightly mature fae like myself. I'll be making you a lovely treat in return, using a very special recipe of mine. I hope you'll enjoy it.

💤 Silver Salutations-- Thanks for the gift. I read once that sugar can boost your concentration. Did you give me these to snack on when I'm about to nod off during my studies? That was very considerate of you. I think I'll try them out today.

⚡️ Sebek Zigvolt Human-- I've received your gift. It was agreeably sweet. In fact, it might've been sweet enough to make black coffee bearable... But I digress. Regardless, I was somewhat impressed with your choice. You have my thanks.

NRC Staff + Grim

🎭 Dire Crowley Dear esteemed student-- Thank you for the delicious gift. And don't bother telling me I was supposed to share it--I've already finished the whole package! If you wish for the staff to also partake, I suggest you acquire more treats. But don't worry, I won't say a word if you give the same gift twice. I'm kindhearted like that!

🐶 Divus Crewel Dear pup-- Is this a gift for the staff? Excellent. Now that I have some treats to sweeten my breaks, I'll be able to grade your exams with a much more critical eye. I can see the grimace on your face now. Relax, it was a joke. It's usually frowned upon for dogs to be the ones buying fits, but since you're such a loyal pup, I'll let you off. I'm a generous trainer, after all.

📚 Mozus Trein Dear juvenile-- I must wonder why you decided to get me a present. Is this your way of thanking me for my lecture the other day? If so, gifts are hardly necessary. It's a teacher's job to educate students with a thirst for knowledge. I can't accept any offerings from students, but the sentiment is much appreciated. I expect nothing but excellence from you moving forward.

💪 Ashton Vargas Dear student-- Thanks for the present! Excessive sugar is a no-go when building a beautiful bod, but it'd be bad form for let your thoughtful gesture go to waste. Such is the price of popularity. I'll just have to accept that and work off everything I eat. Keep up those reps!

🎩 Sam Yo, little imp! What is UP? Thanks so much for the gift! You've got a real eye for quality. I'll make sure to stock up on goods that'll pique your interest, so swing by the shop soon!

🐱 Grim Dear hench-human-- Mraaah! Is this ALL for me?! I've never seen such sparkly, yummy-lookin' candy before! I feel like a king! But I'd feel bad leavin' you out of this sugar extravaganza, so I GUESS you can have a small piece. I'm lookin' forward to more gifts, partner!

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screamersinmycloset · 2 months

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Neighbor Furina! x gn! Reader

[Summary]: you found out that the ex-Archon of Fontaine had moved in the same apartment complex as you.

[cw]: nothing just pure fluff ♡ can be seen as platonic too.

Neighbor Furina! Who you find out lives in the same apartment complex as you after she flooded her entire dorm causing water to leak in your place. (You thought you left the washing machine on but after hearing screams from next door you figured that wasn’t the case.)

Neighbor Furina! Who comes knocking at your door with a pout on her face to apologize for the inconvenience and brings you very odd and burnt looking macarons. Getting embarrassed about being unable to cook considering people wouldn’t expect their ex-Archon to be making food for herself instead of having it served for her on a silver platter.

Neighbor Furina! Who lights up once you offer to teach her how to cook a simple at home red sauce pasta. (Only for her to get too excited and buy more ingredients than necessary.)

Neighbor Furina! who finds herself cooking you pasta every other day once she gets the hang of it. Excusing is at being extra leftovers.

Who knew cooking would be so hard? Her cooks made it seemed so easy and yet she isn’t sure what do after boiling the water.

"Now what am I supposed to do next..?” She would scratch her head every few seconds while squinting at the cook book she bought that was definitely overpriced, but she’s finally learning to be human. And that’s something you didn’t want to take away from her.

“Ah miss Furina you put the up heat too high.” quickly lowering it down once you saw how much the sauce was bubbling, sighing in relief to see it didn’t burn.

“You..really never cooked huh?”

"I-I never did!" The ex-Archon suffered out as she tried to defend herself. "I mean, I was way too busy being an archon than doing household chores, not to mention there were countless of servants who did these simple tasks for me..." She let out a sigh and shook her head.

"Well, it was kind of embarrassing to ask my servants to teach me how to cook, I was afraid they'd think of me as childish."

“Then I’ll teach you, everyone starts somewhere.” You said with a chuckle at her words.

Seeing your sincere encouragement, Furina couldn't help but felt a bit shy as an awkward smile played around her lips. She quickly shook it off. "Heh, alright since you insist." She said with a light laugh before adjusting the heat in the correct temperature. "Then, what am I supposed to do next?"

After a few trial and errors later a deliciously scented dish was placed upon Furinas dinner table. You smiled to yourself at the way her eyes glimmered and her grin reached her cheeks from her hard work, it wasn’t a fake smile like ‘focalors’ used to have.. this was real.

“Enjoy your meal miss Furina, you deserve it.”

"Wait."

Before you even have the time to turn around, Furina suddenly grabbed your wrist, her thumb circling your wrist. She seemed rather flustered as she bit her lower lip.

"..uh.. since we did it together, why you care to join me for dinner?"

[very first fic ever! That I posted- please be nice and leave asks if you would like!]

#genshin fanfic #furina #furina x gender neutral reader #furina x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #furina x you #focalors x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader

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koolades-world · 1 year

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What dessert I give you based on your favorite Obey me! character

Lucifer: any type of pâte choux, specifically cream puffs with strawberry jam and whipped cream, it’s fancy and takes a while so it’s definitely giving lucifer

Mammon: tiramisu. Not only does it have a funnily named lady fingers in it, it’s also just really good and perfect for sharing with someone you love cough mammon cough

Levi: churros. While I don’t recommend it, it can be good for eating while playing games. I almost picked s’mores but those are so messy. You can also have a variety of dipping sauces or none if you prefer!

Satan: macarons, they’re harder to make than pate choux which is exactly what Satan would love. They’re also perfect for tea parties

Asmo: rice pudding with cinnamon on top. The cinnamon can be a cute shape if you want it to be. A dessert of my childhood, so simply and yummy and I think asmo would like that about it. It can be healthy but I usually opt for the regular and more delicious version

Beel: walnut brownies, they just hit so different especially late at night. Beel would understand and even though I am slightly allergic to walnuts that will not stop me from eating them

Belphie: flan, another dessert of my childhood. The way it wiggles is so fun. I hate jello because of the texture but love flan because of the texture idk. flan go wiggle wiggle haha

Diavolo: Moon Pies, specifically Banana flavor, I just got a chocolate one and thought he would find it amusing

Barbatos: Frozen Key Lime Pie dipped in chocolate on a stick, it’s a local thing don’t knock it until you try it

Simeon: strawberry shortcake, it’s just so him I can’t explain it any better. They can be so pretty too! Or they can be something simple and homemade, both are good

Luke: macaroons, I’ll take this to my grave but macaroons are better than macarons. My poor baby macaroons always being mixed up with macarons, luke is probably bitter about it too

Solomon: Red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, idk it’s giving you defend it until the end of time because everyone else says it’s the same as chocolate cake when it’s not

Mephisto: coffee or espresso ice cream, it’s my favorite kind. I feel like he would also enjoy the nice balance of sweet and bitterness, and I like Mephisto lovers

Thirteen: lava cakes! These hold a special place in my heart, they were the first thing I ever baked only the best for thirteen and her fans mwa

Raphael: Brown butter pumpkin maple cookies, my speciality :) you guys seem so nice and warm have my favorite fall dessert, there aren’t many of you but I love you

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fairybinie · 10 months

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KISS, DON’T TELL — 24: for the show

synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?

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a/n: written (6.2k). light profanity, mentions of death, mentions of alcohol, suggestive at some parts, kissing. so sorry for the wait y’all but kdt is back on track! i hope this chapter makes it worth it i think y’all will like the result 🫶

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y/n wasn't quite sure how this night was going to map out. they've been around beomgyu for a few months now, they've spent one on one time with him for the production, but they've never been in a romantic setting with him. were they supposed to act different now? the feeling of caring what he thought of them was starting to kick in and they desperately tried to shove it in the back of their mind. that feeling could only mean one thing, and maybe they weren't ready to admit it. though, this date has gone too well for them to avoid that realization.

sure, beomgyu's first sight of them was watching them trip on their own shoe laces as they tried to hide the deep red rise on their cheeks. beomgyu still remained true to his word in not discussing y/n's accidental text that they sent while trying out the 'type your thoughts in a message technique'. whoever came up with that method was an absolute dingus. now the idea was left in the air and they were waiting for a moment it could be brought up again.

beomgyu had the two make a little detour back to the pub the open mic event was hosting in as their first activity. he felt bad that y/n originally signed him up to perform, but he truly wanted them to be the first person to hear him play. beomgyu made sure to remind them once again as he whispered into their ear while watching other acts behind the mic. he did take note in the way the blood rushed to y/n's ears, presumably due to the close distance and the warmth of his breath.

the two didn't stay there for long and beomgyu led the way to the dessert spot that recently opened up around the corner. y/n admired the decor inside, it was reminiscent of a day in paris with all the pastels on the walls and the classy chandeliers hanging at each table. the music for the night seemed to be a chill lofi playlist, which created a comfortable atmosphere that complimented the scenery. y/n made a mental note that this would become their new study location. the desserts on display ranged from various croissants, cakes, muffins, cookies, and macarons. beomgyu decided on two mini cakes that complimented their outfits well, and though they were delicious, he did not miss the opportunity to take pictures of y/n. they were hiding their face behind their hands most of the time, but he did manage to capture a perfect photo of them holding the cake out on their hands as they widened their eyes in a cute manner, gawking at the deliciousness that was waiting to be eaten.

“i'm not much of a sweet person, but this is really good,” beomgyu comments as he takes his last bite of the dessert.

continuing on with the promises of the date, the two found a park nearby to sit and enjoy their food, while also enjoying the scenery outside. there have been comfortable moments of silence, but they've talked about anything that came to their mind. roads to the heart, beomgyu's progress, the fact that none of them expected to be where they are now. it was quite nice, actually.

“you're pretty sweet,” y/n replies without a second thought, chewing slowly as they realized what they just said and cannot take back.

beomgyu chuckles as he bites down on his lip and nods gushingly. he's been complimented by other flings before, but this time it hits different. perhaps it's his history with y/n, or maybe it's because he knows their intention is not to get in his pants. a scenario plays out in his head, his eyes widening at what's going on and mentally apologizes as if y/n is able to know what he's thinking about.

“you know,” beomgyu clears his throat once he pulls himself together. “you've barely told me anything about yourself. it can't just be me!”

y/n smiles in response and licks some frosting from their lips. “that's true. what do you want to know?”

beomgyu takes a moment. come to think of it, all he's done these past years is tease them about their incident. all he knows is that y/n is in theatre and they have a passion for acting. that seems to be an interest to him right now, and there's always the rest of their lives to find more things out about them. that is, if he doesn't mess this up.

“what made you want to get into acting?” he comes up with something to ask. beomgyu's interest surprises y/n, as they didn't expect him to ask this of all things. though, they wouldn't say it's the most sudden. if anything, they're becoming more appreciative of beomgyu's consideration these days.

“my dad was kind of a newbie actor and he was in short films,” y/n begins with a gentle kick of their feet. “he used to teach me everything he knew. i would perform for him and my mom in the living room and apparently i had some real potential. i didn't start taking it seriously until i got older and when he died i wanted to continue what we started.”

the last part has beomgyu stay still in a hitched breath. he had no idea y/n's father passed away until now. then again, he would've never known. he watches y/n closely for any signs of discomfort in order to signal a change of the topic. being in theatre these few months has taught him things like this and he's grateful he's able to use it right now. y/n continues to lightly kick their feet in the air from the bench the two are sitting on, their gaze focused on the scenery in front of them. a small smile takes place on their lips as their head tilts slightly to the left. there's some specs of fluorescent white in their eyes, probably due to dim lampposts nearby. still, they look as beautiful as ever.

beomgyu gets the hint that perhaps y/n is in a fond memory and continues on. “hey, um- i'm so sorry for your loss, really.”

“you wouldn't have known,” y/n affirms softly in the most genuine way possible. “enough time has passed that i could talk about him without breaking down on the spot.”

this slightly relieves beomgyu, but he hates that he's the most curious person to ever live on this planet. he wants to know more, maybe it can connect him to y/n too.

“when did he pass away?” he starts off hesitant and asks with care. “if you don't mind me asking.”

“in the fall of freshman year,” y/n responds with a click of their tongue.

freshman year. beomgyu's eyes widen when he realizes that fact and feels the corners brim with water, looking down at y/n's hands to distract himself. this must have occurred before beomgyu's party he had that semester. now it makes sense why y/n was to eager to drink that night and how their incident happened. beomgyu taunted them relentlessly while y/n was grieving over the death of their father.

how messed up is that?

“y-y/n, i'm so sorry,” beomgyu slowly looks up at them and feels the waves of apologies rush in his head. he doesn't even know where to start.

“again, you wouldn't have known,” y/n reassures once more. “i'm just grateful i have a great friend group who supported me during that time, and acting, of course.”

in all honesty, y/n wasn't intending to open up about their past. never in a million years would they imagine it would be with beomgyu, but he's proven that he's becoming a better person and they can see it. y/n can only imagine what's going on in his head at this moment, he must have connected the dots.

“what about your mom?” beomgyu can't refrain from asking.

“i don't know,” y/n draws in their breath and releases a much needed exhale. “ever since he passed she started to act different. i can't blame her, but she's definitely not the same person. we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things and barely talk nowadays but i'm used to that.”

beomgyu nods understandingly as he processes all this information. this conversation can go in different directions. he can ask more about y/n's mom, apologize profusely about being a dick all these years, or change the topic. he goes for the last option and steers it into a positive light.

“what films has your dad been in?” the boy hopes this was good enough.

y/n hums out loud as they fold their hands together on their lap. beomgyu's eyes trail onto the action and he can hear his thoughts tell him to hold those hands. they've technically done it before, why is he nervous all of a sudden? could it be his feelings have grown deeper?

“he's been in a few small projects,” y/n replies. “but i think his most notable film was 'loose strings'.”

beomgyu gasps in response to this and brings a hand to his mouth for full effect. this catches y/n's attention and they can only stare at him with a slight raised eyebrow.

“no way! i absolutely loved that film,” beomgyu exclaims with a grin and bright eyes. “i had no idea that was your dad.”

“i'm assuming you know it?” y/n stretches their question longingly with a hint of amusement in their voice.

“duh! taehyun and i had to watch it in film class sophomore year,” beomgyu recalls like it was yesterday. “honestly, it was the reason i decided to take playing guitar more seriously.”

y/n feels honored hearing this. perhaps beomgyu did always have a head on his shoulders and his persona left them to assume otherwise. getting to know him all this time made them see that he is actually quite an introspective and sensitive person.

exactly their type.

y/n turns fully to their right and brings a leg to sit under their other one as they rest their arm on the head of the bench. they're fully facing beomgyu at this point and the boy mirrors their actions so he could do the same. beomgyu flushes at the sudden movement as this is the moment they can really make eye contact with one another. y/n thinks to themselves how it gets tiring talking about yourself for too long. beomgyu is way more of an interesting character and they'd like to direct the attention back onto him.

“you know, it must be nice finally being able to share your passion with your friends,” y/n changes the subject with ease. “how does it feel?”

beomgyu rests his head on his fist as his fingers on his other hand play with his rings. “relieving. honestly, i couldn't have done it without you.”

“i bet that's not true. are they really that hard to talk to?” y/n's own curiosity leads them to ask. they don't know too much about yeonjun, apart from his hookups, but taehyun seems like a relaxed and level-headed guy. at least from what eliana has gushed about.

“not necessarily, i mean-” beomgyu hesitates as he does not want to leave the wrong impression about his friends. “taehyun is so…certain about his future that sometimes i thought he wouldn't take it seriously or say it wouldn't take me far. i was proven wrong because he practically said the same thing you told me.”

“now you have two people to listen to,” y/n teases as they hit beomgyu's shoulder playfully, to which he reacts with a soothing hand at the gesture.

beomgyu continues with a slight blush in his cheeks. “yeonjun is just silly and i thought he'd make fun of me for it.”

“welcome to the club,” y/n replies with fake astonishment. their eyes widen as their mouth hangs wide open, a smile replacing it when they see beomgyu roll his eyes and respond with a dry laugh.

“he's more than he makes out to be,” beomgyu confides honestly with a solemn tone to his voice. “you'd just have to believe me on that.”

“hey, if i could be open to you, i could be open to him too,” y/n replies. they often wonder how beomgyu managed to make that trio work, after all, they have such different personalities. then again, the same thing could apply to their friend group. the sheer thought of their friends hanging out together sends a chill down their spine.

there's another beat of silence as the two continue to admire the scenery in front of them. there's a cool rustle of the leaves on the floor, different colors of blankets are spread out on the ground, nearby shops flash their lit signs all across the park. it was such a simple date and y/n was enjoying it more than they thought they would.

if anything, they wanted to get to know beomgyu more than to have the classic 'date'. their small conversations throughout the night have allowed them to store facts in their brain to remember forever. beomgyu is actually more of a reserved person than they thought he would be, and honestly, they prefer it.

after pondering in thought for a few minutes, y/n manages to come up with a new question that they haven't thought about.

“what about your family?”

they remember walking into beomgyu's house and seeing several photos plastered on the refrigerator. it looks like it's just him, his parents, and his brother. are they creepy for knowing that?

“my parents are always away for work and my brother is living the college life,” beomgyu explains with a sigh, like he's used to the fact. “they send me great souvenirs though.”

beomgyu was used to living alone. he was used to being alone from a very young age. it wasn't until recently that the avoidant hole in his life started feeling more complete. perhaps it was his friends, maybe it was being in this production.

or oddly enough, it was y/n.

“just me and my guitar,” beomgyu finishes with a shrug of his shoulders.

“they're not here for it?” y/n recalls.

“they're just really practical,” beomgyu admits after huffing a long breath, rolling his eyes back to his head. “and they absolutely worship my brother who is studying engineering. i can't compete to that.”

“i'm sure if you talk to them and tell them it's more than just six strings on wood, they'll understand,” y/n suggests with an open mind. the sincerity in their words brings warmth to beomgyu's body.

beomgyu scoffs as he raises his eyebrows in disbelief. “please, you'd have to come with me to make that work out.”

“i would,” y/n doesn't hesitate to reply, which even shocks them. beomgyu has so much potential and it's time for the people in his life to realize it.

beomgyu is temporarily thrown back at the response, his tongue quenching for thirst all of a sudden. he's never had anyone in his life look out for him this much, and have it be y/n of all people? the way his feelings have changed scares him, to say the least. he doesn't look at y/n with amusement anymore or feel snarky enough to come up with a new joke to tease them with. they've become real friends by now.

maybe he wanted to be more.

the boy throws an appreciative smile as he shifts in his seat, reaching over for his guitar case resting on the lower half of his legs. he carefully takes out the instrument and settles it onto his lap, scooting his legs to be in the perfect comfortable position. y/n understands what is going on and shifts over to give beomgyu more space as they watch him prepare for his performance. the way his fingers know exactly what to do, almost carelessly tuning the strings and giving a few chords a test run.

“this was the main event,” beomgyu finally speaks after confirming his guitar is in perfect shape. “any requests?”

y/n hums as hold their gaze on the boy. they feel starstruck just looking at him, it's like the tone changed all of a sudden. what makes the feeling worse is that beomgyu is intently looking back at them just as much, arguably seeking more validation. y/n blinks down at the guitar before meeting beomgyu's eyes once again, which have stayed onto y/n's. they give a shy simper and their words escape from their mouth soon after.

“play me your favorite song.”

and so does beomgyu obediently follow. he strums a few random chords to get the mood straightened out, and once he does, a familiar melody plays out. the song is reminiscent of a fairy folklore, as if one is walking through a field full of daisies in the crisp air that is the spring time. y/n can't help but sway their head along to the song, closing their eyes to soak in beomgyu's beautiful thrumming. beomgyu keeps his attention down to his guitar, bobbing his head along to his own rhythm. before meeting y/n tonight, he was worried he'd be too intimidated to even get a note out. now that he's here, it's as if he's in his own room strumming the night away, just as he always did. that's how comfortable he is around this person.

it's not until the beat of the first verse finishes that y/n finally realizes what song this is. this soothing and brain scratching music can only belong to one artist. this just had to be glue song, because of course beomgyu is a beabadoobee fan, and of course it's their favorite song too. they don't know why they had a certain picture as to what kind of music beomgyu would like, it's not fair to him. that was their old impression of him, and this new one that they've developed thinks that this makes total sense for him. a sentimental guy who comes across as loud and fun, but actually prefers his quality time alone to recharge and step away from the crowd. honestly, it's attractive.

as beomgyu continues on with the song, y/n feels themselves hum along with the chords, which eventually turns into mumbling, then into full on singing. this brings beomgyu to look up from his acoustic to be faced with a vocalist, who still has their eyes closed. it doesn't catch him completely off guard to mess up the rhythm he had going, but now he can't take his eyes off them. suddenly, he knows what he's doing to not keep his stare on his own fingers.

y/n had a beautiful voice. sure, it wasn't american idol status, he can tell this isn't their speciality, but they were not bad at all. their voice is similar to the original singer's, airy, delicate, and soft. he wishes this moment can go on forever, but the song is already coming to an end. y/n would snap back to reality, but still, they just shared a moment. beomgyu played guitar and y/n sang along. forget any other cliche out there, this was enough.

the song fades out until beomgyu completely stops playing. y/n senses that it's finished, so they slowly open their eyes with a refreshing smile. this entire moment practically cleansed their soul. they glance over to beomgyu to see he's looking straight at them, and judging from how comfortable those pair of eyes were, he's been like this for a while. y/n's smile quickly fades as they wonder why he's looking at them this way. soon enough, they understand what just happened. this dummy just sang. how embarrassing.

y/n's stammers out a few nervous laughs as they figure out an excuse, and perhaps an apology, for what just occurred.

“you sing,” beomgyu concludes, his doe-eyed expression remains the same.

y/n responds with a titter and an effortless sway of their hand. their face denies it all, but their words can't. “it's just a hobby. it's not that serious.”

“why didn't you tell me you sing?” beomgyu unfreezes. his eyebrows curl up with sympathy and his tone expresses slight hurt. “that's like, the perfect combination!”

“all actors in theatre are expected to sing,” y/n casually downplays. “soobin and kai are pretty good too.”

“well, you have a great voice,” beomgyu's previously opened mouth is replaced with a grin, his way of being in the moment once again. “i didn't think you'd like the song.”

“i didn't think you'd know the song,” y/n jokes which earns a short peal of laughter from beomgyu. “but it is my favorite.”

“me too,” beomgyu stupidly points to his chest with a huge grin and a bright pair of eyes. his expression appears almost innocent.

the two share a laugh, genuinely enjoying each other's company. it feels different now, but it was definitely a good thing. beomgyu takes this moment to put away his guitar while y/n stares off ahead.

“i really didn't think we'd end up where we are now,” y/n reflects out of the blue.

beomgyu continues to look at their way, then down to their lap. he decides to hold their hand affirmingly, a downwards smile forms on his lips at the thought. “me neither.”

y/n feels the touch and glances at their intertwined hands, but they don't let go. the difference between this moment and their movie 'date' a couple weeks ago is they felt an instance of regret afterwards. there's none of that to be found right now. this felt right, and they can only return the smile genuinely.

“man, that night really embarrassed me,” y/n thinks back to the incident that started it all. “i'm surprised you didn't tell anyone.”

“why would i?” beomgyu questions with deep, serious eyes.

“because we kissed in your closet and i was apparently so bad at it that i bit your lip and you started bleeding,” y/n answers almost like it's obvious.

“…i was so desperate to have some fun after my dad died and turns out i was just a major idiot,” they continue on by adding a nudge to beomgyu's shoulder with the hand they're holding. “that's torture gold right there.”

beomgyu tightens his lips and soon after a slight smile forms. “i considered telling my friends, telling everyone at school, maybe even tweeting about it. but after you came up to me that day crying about how nobody could ever possibly know, i just couldn't. i vowed that i would never make you cry ever again.”

the sudden revelation has y/n's previously scrunched up features soften. in all honesty, they completely forgot they did that. they must have reeked of desperation in beomgyu's eyes. as if the boy could read their mind, he assures one more thing.

“and i kinda liked that we had something just between us,” he smirks with a tilt of his head, resulting in y/n rolling their eyes back.

beomgyu squeezes their intertwined hands with a firm grip, then locking their hands inside his jacket pocket for security and warmth. the gesture brings the two together and the enclosed space between them is suffocatingly filled with tension.

“besides, i only teased you all this time because you were my first kiss and i wanted to hold onto it,” beomgyu's words roll off his tongue a bit slower until his last were barely audible, as he's whispering. “and maybe i started to like you.”

“i started to like you too,” y/n admits faster than they intended. the shyness written on their face leads both of them to share a laugh, closing their eyes at the sweet moment.

there is now a stillness as the two longingly gaze at each other. the shade near their surroundings darkens beomgyu's eyes and the stars in the sky beam a light onto y/n's lips. beomgyu can't help but glance right at them, to which y/n notices and feels those butterflies flap their wings inside their stomach.

they knew what was coming.

“y/n, about your text,” beomgyu starts, but he doesn't finish. it's like he's waiting for y/n to answer it instead.

ah, yes. the accidental 'beomgyu are we gonna kiss' they sent due to their bunches of nerves. at that time they were feeling cowardly and didn't want to ask while on the date, out of fear that they would mess things up. these two have already shared so much, so now y/n felt a sudden wave of boldness strike within them. they wanted this to happen.

“kiss me.”

beomgyu hesitates after hearing this, but it doesn't stop him from moving his head inches closer to y/n's, and neither do they. y/n suggested that they take it slow over texts, was that about to change after this? say that they do kiss, what's to come right after? was the choi beomgyu about to land a partner that he's fallin for? it wouldn't be his first relationship, but it would certainly be the first that he actually cares about.

“are you sure?” is all he can ask, his words coming out breathlessly. y/n can feel a hint of minty air hit their face and the sensation is cool.

“absolutely positive,” y/n confirms with confidence. being in theatre for four years has allowed them to know what they want, and this was certainly it. having it be beomgyu of all people wasn't expected, but maybe they like that. there's already an element of surprise to their relationship. they have a feeling they won't regret this kiss, so it needs to happen now.

“i'll try not to bite you this time…accidentally,” y/n teases, wondering where they got this courage from all of a sudden. beomgyu can't deny that it wasn't attractive, as he can't hide the flush of a smile that just came over him.

with those words, the two lean in one last time to the point where the space between them is unavoidable. if they move any closer, their lips would be in contact. the close proximity of each of their breaths feels warm, something much needed due to how chilly it's gotten tonight. beomgyu sends one final reassurance in his eyes before he tilts his head to the left, cueing y/n to go the opposite direction, courtesy of having many on-stage kisses. the setup was right there. y/n can feel beomgyu tighten his fingers around theirs inside of his pocket and they go into this with ease. they're ready to finally have a good kiss with choi beomgyu.

until an unfamiliar female voice creeps up from behind the bench.

“beomgyu?!”

the two flinch in their spots as they immediately back away, returning to their original sitting positions. y/n doesn't even notice the person has made their way around the bench to stand in front of them. they feel startled, unprepared, as this is not what they were hoping it would result to. once they land back to reality, they're faced with this mysterious person.

isa?

“hey, i thought it was you!” isa exclaims while clasping her hands together. “i was just in the area when i saw you two and thought i would stop by and say hi.”

lee chaeyoung, commonly known as isa due to how many girls in their grade had the exact same name. she's cool enough to establish her own persona. the girl she was once partnered with in sophomore year, who was actually a decent student to work with (after y/n has worked with too many idiots in the past). the same girl that gave their number to beomgyu, perhaps she was to be thanked for starting this all. the best for last, the girl beomgyu has been in an on and off again relationship with. how wonderful.

isa wasn't necessarily mean, definitely not the kind of high school girl you see in media and film. she had a pretty smile that caused her eyes to crease up in an endearing manner. her lips were plump and nourished, everyone wanted to kiss her. her voice was soothing and sweet, both her talking and singing voice as she often took lead in the school's choir. even her fashion sense was always on point. tonight she's rocking a cream cropped cardigan sweater with a black miniskirt and pointed booties.

y/n started to feel insecure at her sight. clearly, she's gorgeous. how could beomgyu let her go? maybe beomgyu was even ashamed to be seen with a theatre geek like them right now. y/n still feels a grip around their fingers, so they know beomgyu is still holding their hand. okay, so maybe not ashamed. y/n shutters their eyelashes to join in on the conversation. they assume that they've missed some dialogue already.

“you know, i've been trying to talk to you,” isa points out slightly defeated, rocking her heals back and forth. her eye contact settles on beomgyu the entire time.

“yeah sorry,” an uncomfortable beomgyu lets out an apologetic chuckle, perhaps even some awkwardness was present. “i've been a little busy with the production and stuff.”

“even before the production?” her pitch is raised higher and isa squints her eyes in doubt. a smirk accompanies along with deciding to put her own hands in her pockets.

great, she still liked him.

beomgyu doesn't respond which leads to a beat of unbearable silence. y/n can tell he doesn't want to sit through this, they can feel his body tense up and the avoidance of meeting isa's eyes. even they can't come up with an excuse to be left alone, and they certainly hope isa wasn't there for their almost kiss two minutes ago.

as if she was able to read their minds, she speaks once more.

“well then, i'll leave you both to it,” isa smacks her lips together with a tight smile. she gestures with a free hand, pointing to each of them, “i assume this is about the production.”

boy was she wrong. still, beomgyu and y/n return a curt nod and isa begins to walk away, saying her goodbyes. she stops in her path to glance at y/n, the first time they haven't felt ignored throughout this interaction.

“oh, and it was nice seeing you again, y/n.”

just like that, the girl is out from view and the two are left in silence. y/n suddenly feels chillier and looks down to see beomgyu has stopped holding their hand. they don't know how long it's been that way.

“the moment was ruined, wasn't it?” y/n is almost afraid to ask, but the dread in their voice knows the answer already.

“yeah,” beomgyu blankly stares ahead until he looks to y/n with a forced smile.

they remain this way for a while, just gazing at each other for no reason. no intent to continue what they started. instead, they unanimously get up from the bench, feeling some resurgence in their legs after sitting there for so long. beomgyu picks up his guitar as y/n picks up any loose trash they might have left.

they walk side by side all the way to the parking lot, where beomgyu walks y/n to their car first. they each share comments about how much fun they had tonight, besides the last interruption. beomgyu leaves y/n to it, watching them buckle up inside their car, and eventually, watching them drive away.

…

with many thoughts rushing inside their mind, and slight dissatisfaction, y/n walks up to their front door. amongst all things to ponder about, they were most concerned with what they were going to tell their friends. granted, they did emphasize that they might kiss beomgyu, surely they were all anticipating a story time. how were they going to break the news that they never did? the reason being that his ex showed up of all people. y/n was still iffy about that incident, they felt like isa had hidden plans. as much as they hate to doubt her, they can't forget about what eliana once said about isa. sometimes the girl's infatuation with beomgyu influences her actions.

another forbidden thought was just how they were ever going to open up about what really happened between them and beomgyu those years ago. y/n has never told anyone what happened that night, and neither has beomgyu. would they be breaking some kind of bond of trust if they confessed to their friends? soobin has already been onto y/n for a few days, they don't know how much longer they could keep this secret.

most of all, how was y/n supposed to tell their friends that they like beomgyu?

almost dreading what's waiting for them on their phone, y/n places a hand on the doorknob as they search for their keys, ready to jiggle the lock and rest for the night. they are nearly successful — until they hear a car pull up on their driveway. did it just park?

y/n whips their head back, wondering if they should pull out their pepper spray. they've seen too many horror movies to not have this scenario cross their mind. there was no need for that because sure enough, it was beomgyu himself.

the boy makes his way up the steps until he is face to face with y/n. they try to read his expression, but they are too flabbergasted to even think straight. did he never go home? did he follow them to their house? this was either going to end well or go terribly wrong.

“beom-”

“you forgot this,” beomgyu pulls out a threaded object from his pocket. “you must've dropped it when we left.”

y/n's eyes trail onto his movement as he sticks his palm out, and they focus on the item in question. a bracelet that kai made for them in arts class a couple semesters ago. their favorite colors mixed together with the beads reading 'y/n >3<'. they've never taken it off and they feel fond of the memory being that soobin was pouty that he never received one. they almost consider giving it to him since the strings have gone loose. clearly to the point where it came off them.

“you couldn't give it to me tomorrow?” y/n can't help but ask the first question they can think of. it is valid though, why would he want to drive half an hour only to give back a bracelet?

beomgyu stares at the amusement on y/n's face as his eyes follow down to their lips once again, this time unbeknownst to y/n. it's not until he comes straight forward, practically trapping y/n against the door. one arm is on the doorframe while the other softly places onto y/n's chin, his thumb helping the eye contact. the scene compares to the very first day of theatre class backstage. only this time, y/n isn't repulsed by his boldness. in fact, they feel their legs give out at any moment.

“well, i was hoping we could finish what we started,” beomgyu admits in a low voice. the hand on y/n's chin moves down to stroke their arm until his fingertips reach for y/n's to hold.

y/n knows where this is going and the fact that this moment cannot be interrupted makes them crave for it even more.

“for the show,” y/n stammers out under their breath, referring to the practice they needed for their soon to be on stage kiss.

“for the show,” beomgyu repeats as he leans in a couple inches. he can almost feel y/n's eyelashes fluttering against his. “cherry?”

y/n gulps down some needed air after hearing the safe word and nods slowly, then moving down to beomgyu's lips. here it goes.

“cherry.”

as soon as those words escape, beomgyu doesn't hesitate to make the first move. he's wanted a second chance at this for so long and it couldn't be more perfect. his lips brush against y/n's before they clash with confidence, finding a rhythm in their movement the longer the kiss went on. beomgyu's hand on the door wriggles down to find y/n's waist for more security, and that's the signal that things were about to move forward.

y/n takes the chance to bring their previously useless hands onto beomgyu's hair, using their fingers to tug some strands with each kiss. once they begin doing so, it leads beomgyu's tongue to ask for an entrance, to which y/n graciously accepts. throughout this entire makeout session, it dawns on them how they managed to mess this up the first time. were they that big of a dork that they couldn't land a simple kiss right? did beomgyu still think of them as lame because of that?

surely not, the boy can't help but sigh deeply with each contact and the deeper y/n digs through his scalp. not to mention, they taste just right. it's like their mouths were made for each other, it was going much more smoothly. beomgyu continues to hold his hands firm on y/n's hips, perhaps even stronger. y/n hums at the touch and the vibrations it sends through beomgyu's mouth leads him to smile in between the kiss, and y/n can't help but return the favor. it's at this moment they both realize the same things.

they were literally making out right now.

this was certainly not just for the show.

and this definitely ended well.

please do not translate, modify or repost on other platforms.

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midnight-pluto · 11 months

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COFFEE: PG.07 — Red Robin (yum~)

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

coffee master list || prev. || next || SPECIAL!!

MONDAY, APRIL 3 2023 - 11:42 PM

“Hello, do you want a macaron?” you ask Cardinal Red Robin.

“How’d you know?”

“Because I saw your reply to our announcement on Twitter?”

“Are you stalking my account?” The hero quickly shot back, “That’s a bit weird if you ask me.”

“I don’t stalk your account-“

“It’s giving, obsession if you ask me,” the starting to get annoying hero interjects.

“What’s there to be obsessed about?” you retort, “Besides, I’m the one behind the twitter account.”

“That makes sense regarding the tweet about a customer named Herald Sox.”

“Oh no that wasn’t me, that was my ex-coworker.”

“Ex-coworker?”

“They got fired after publicly announcing for some patrons to never come back after they were being rude to staff,” you explain.

“Oh.”

“Anyways, what do you want?”

“Oh right can I have a dozen macarons, with 6 of the me specials and the others being Spoiler Special, and one black coffee with eight shots of espresso,” he replies.

‘How familiar…’

“To go I assume?”

“No to eat in the next 12 minutes until the cafe closes, of course to-go.”

“I will not hesitate to make a hate thread about you,” you deadpan.

“Didn’t you already do that?” the caped crusader questioned, head turned at a 15° angle.

“No that was me being polite,” you sigh, “$17.78 is your price.”

After he swiped his card you immediately started to get to work on his sad espresso.

“Yo losers where you at?” Cardinal Red Robin asked over comms, “I have your food.”

“Me and Orphan are by Hood’s favorite gargoyle,” Spoiler spoke.

“Her name is Heather, for your information.”

“Aw what the fuck! I’m on the other side of the city,” Nightwing complained.

“Sounds like a skill issue to me,” Spoiler teased.

“Fuck off.”

“Me and Robin will be there in a minute,” a deep voice interjects.

“Loser has to do the splits by the way!”

“Oh hell nah I ain’t doin that shit nuh-uh no way,” Hood said accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps and wind.

“Yeah, ah-ha see, I ain’t tryin’ to get made fun of on Twitter again so glad your taking the downfall B!”

“What?”

“Father, you can’t do the splits?”

“…”

“Mother really over exaggerated your abilities,” Robin clicked his tongue.

“I used to-“

“The keyword being: ‘used to.’ I can do the splits.”

“No shit dickhead, you’re literally an acrobat,” Hood retorts, “And… I’m back together with Heather.”

“You have an ex named Heather?” Spoiler questioned.

“No the gargoyle dumbass, get with the program.”

“Oh.”

One by one, members of the family arrived with Nightwing ( predictably) being the last to come.

“Alrighty dump truck, do the splits!” Hood exclaimed, pointing at the blue clad hero like in that one objection meme.

“Do it! No balls!” Spoiler challenged.

Doing a few stretches before hand - leading to some delicious cracking noises emitting from his body - he finally dropped down and did the splits.

“Woohoo!”

“Alrighty food time!” Nightwing cheered, getting up from his splitting position.

“Finally, y’all took to long,” Red Robin said with a yawn.

“You should’ve taken a nap,” Hood teased.

“Yeah I was seriously considering it,” he replies, taking a bite out of a Red Robin macaron, humming in delight.

‘I should visit there more often.’

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churrobread · 11 months

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WARNINGS ?! OBSESSION, POSSESSIVENESS, DARK THEMES !!

Yandere! Fallen angel saw you in the mortal realm while he was visiting. You were a bakery owner, it wasn't really that successful but he was drawn in by the smell of fresh pastries.

Yandere! Fallen angel was hypnotized after tasting your pastries! It all tasted amazing. How is your bakery not known?! 'Wow...These are delicious!'

Yandere! Fallen angel who became friends with you and got to know you after awhile, you were so sweet and pure! He kept coming back to your bakery so he could see you again.

Yandere! Fallen angel can't help himself but fall for someone as loving as you. You kept giving him your pastries, and it all tasted delicious. He decided to bless your business with luck because you've been so nice to him! <3

Yandere! Fallen angel got a little jealous when you could barely spend time with him because your business was becoming busy, but he knows he can't stay mad at you for awhile—your smile and happiness made him give in.

Yandere! Fallen angel was heartbroken when you said you're dating someone. Why? Was he not enough for you? He should be the one who you're interested in! 'Oh... Congrats!'

Yandere! Fallen angel begged the cupids to shoot your lover with one of their arrows and make them fall in love with someone else. He wanted you. He needed you. You should only be with him. Why were you trying to replace him?

Yandere! Fallen angel who felt guilty after seeing you cry after your breakup. He did his best to comfort you. He was always there, he even learned how to bake your favorite pastries! 'Look! I learned how to make your bear-shaped macarons just for you.'

Yandere! Fallen angel who finally gives in. He knows it's a forbidden love, but he can't help himself. He needs to have you. He prepared himself, he can do this! He'll confess, it's okay if you reject him. He can always lock you up.

'I love you. You're the one I've always been longing for. The way you smile—your kind smile—leaves me in a trance. Your personality makes me fall for you even harder. You're the sweetest and kindest person I've ever met. I love you so much.'

I created another one. I DIDN'T EXPECT THE LIL FIC I MADE TO BLOW UP, TY Y'ALL😭🙏

I love pastries. I wanna draw them but I'm so lazy bye, lmk what I should name the skrunklies (Yandere! Alpha and Yandere! Fallen angel)

I'm planning to make two routes for this but don't expect much cuz I'm lazy and I prob won't do it anw😭

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qierxing · 1 month

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AS SOMEONE WHO HAS WATCHED THE MOVIE AND READ THE BOOKS, I AM WANTING A PT 2 OF THAT PRINCE!TREY FIC BECAUSE IKYK WHAT HAPPENED AT THE NEVER BALL

This is by no means a way of demanding a pt 2, however if you were to ever make a pt 2, I would request it to be it a reaction fic of sorts to that (that is if you're open to it). Since it's not really "good" to be obsessed with someone who doesn't want your advances now is it 😏😏

BESTIE I WAS SO FLOORED WHEN I WAS A WEE TEEN FIRST READING THE SCHOOL OF GOOD & EVIL SERIES. TRULY CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY. AS SOMEONE WHO ENJOYS MYTHOLOGY/FAIRY TALES TO THE MAX IT WAS LIKE CRACK. unfortunately. I haven't read the series in like forever so i completely forgot the finer details of everything

God, prince Trey.....I still think about him,,,he's so underrated as prince,,,he would be SO charming in a uniform and cape....

He definitely proposes in front of everyone. But he's not crass to make it flamboyant or tasteless-instead, he simply kneels with a plate of hand-baked macarons in front of you. Even if your face is scrunched in distaste, you can't say anything when Trey offers more pastries to your fellow classmates near you, meaning their hostility to an Ever in their radius is abated just enough to give you expectant looks. Everyone is looking at you, because even if Trey hadn't shouted at the top of his lungs he was asking you to the ball, no one is dumb enough to think that an Ever would take a knee so lightly, and for a Never, at that.

You bite out an acceptance through gritted teeth, and Trey's face alights the hall with a glow that puts the sun to shame.

Good defends, Evil attacks.

So why is it that you're backed into a corner against your will? You want to leave that shiny prince in a ditch-but somehow he's turned your classmates against you. Something about how they're guaranteed delicious desserts if they convince you to go.

"At least go and wreck the place and show those prats who they're dealing with!" One of them cackles while wiggling his fingers. Curls of smoke wiggle around his appendages, choking the air with an example.

You don't even want to do that. Attending already means you lost. It meant that you would be paraded as an accessory to a spoiled royal who didn't know the first thing about suffering. You would no longer be a Never or a proper infamous villain; no, you would be known as an Ever's true love, that he tamed.

Trey doesn't even frown when you show up in your most haggard black robes, holes ripped from various experiments and the edges eaten away by moths. He presses a soft kiss upon your knuckles that send a chill up your spine and compliments you on your choice of attire. Even when you dig your heels into his shoes during the waltzes, he continues to smile that infuriating smile, all the while pressing himself closer and closer.

Evil attacks, Good defends.

And so you do—you're done playing house with a madman and surely your teachers would excuse a little blood lust. So what if things get a little messy in the run?

Except it ends in fire and more chaos than you anticipated, and before you know it, only you and Trey are left in the wake of the destruction of the banquet hall. Your blood freezes over when he still smiles, tilting his head, and you realize:

there is only two of you here.

#asks #anon #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst

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4younotafool · 6 months

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Love And Justice (Genshin Impact)

This story is also available on different platforms; Wattpad: NotAFool4You "Love and Justice" Archive Of Our Own: NotAFool4You "Love And Justice"

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, crime, mistaken identity, second chance

Part 2

After our heated discussion yesterday at noon, we dined quite peacefully. Although Marissa was somehow still self-conscious, putting up a smile once in a while since Elona was with us at the table. The Steak Frites and Bisque were delicious by the way.

I decided to stay for the meantime, Marissa seemed relieved to hear that, albeit confused with my sudden presence. Elona looked very happy to hear the news too, she didn't seem wary of me at all.

She initiated most of our conversations, but she was still shy and careful with approaching me. I welcomed her as friendly as possible, and she seemed to appreciate the gesture.

For the past few weeks, Elona and I baked pastries, croissants, éclairs, macarons, the list goes on. It got to the point where we baked excessively and Marissa had to dispose some of it too. I'm not entirely sure where she took them, but I hope they enjoyed it.

When afternoon arrives, when the sun is almost setting down the horizon, the three of us altogether sit down by the window and enjoy freshly brewed coffee and tea of my blend, we savor it with the pastries we baked and watch the sun go down. That became a routine.

"Miss Eli," Elona called as she tugged onto the hem of my skirt.

She began to use sobriquets for Marissa and I, to differentiate as much as she claimed. But she refused to drop the honorifics even if my sister begged her to.

We're currently out on the streets of Fontaine, entering shops through shops. We visited all the points of interest. Marissa kicked me out of the house, she said I was starting to dust. Elona happily accompanied me and showed me the wonders of their capital.

"Are you tired? Would you like me to carry you?" I offered.

She shook her head to the side. I tilted my head and matched her height. I observed her closely and patiently, Elona's expression had changed into, something similar to a distraught one.

"Are you okay? Do you feel sick, perhaps?"

"No...but thank you for worrying. Uhm..."

I gave her an assuring smile and urged her to speak up. I gave her all my ears.

"S-so I heard what you and Miss Ria were talking about when you first came....."

"A-and, I know you don't like me at all! I understand so-"

"Elona," I spoke, interrupting her before she starts to go hysterical. I caressed her cheeks in an affectionate and assuring way. For such a little girl, she worries a lot.

Now I understand what Marissa meant.

"Thank you for accompanying my sister all this time. I hope you continue to do so."

I could feel that Elona relaxed as if a weight had been lifted from her small shoulders. I could see her eyes tear up a little, so I at once embraced and lifted her and continued our way. She nuzzled her face on my shoulders while her arms tightly clutched around me.

I had a hunch that Elona might've heard us before, which is why she's been trying to show her good side these past few weeks. I didn't expect she would voice out her concerns, that's a good thing. Not a lot of children can tell what they truly felt. Marissa has been raising her right.

However, what I cannot agree with is the state she is in. I heard the details that she was covered in bruises and severely malnourished when Marissa first saw her. She might've been abused and neglected by her biological parents. We wouldn't know the true story, I agree with Marissa for not forcing her to tell her life story and leaving her be to heal.

Elona is a bright child. She's as sweet as the custard in pastries, She's thoughtful enough to even sympathize with the littlest creatures. She's like the colors in the world. She's lovable in her way.

I wasn't against the idea of Elona. I was only against the process of how Marissa got her. If things end badly, Marissa would be accused of kidnapping a child. And learning that Elona's parents are people you shouldn't regard as one, puts me at ease. Marissa should be safe for now.

"What would you like for dinner, Elona?"

"Boudin Noir aux Pommes, please"

"Very well, Let's buy the ingredients, shall we?" I could feel her nod her head. "Where's the nearest shop for the basis?"

Elona raised her head and sniffed. She pointed to the direction on our left. Her eyes are slightly puffed and reddish.

" might have, but I think they don't have the other ingredients for Boudin Noir aux Pommes....."

"Then, let's go for another adventure?" I smiled at her. She returned my expression and nodded her head.

It is a good day. And I hope it will be for the upcoming days as well. Though I might've jinxed the state already considering I am about to be arrested as of now.

"Miss Marissa of Perla Grandeur, you are under arrest."

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #fluff #smut #slight angst #enemies to lovers #forced proximity #genshin fandom

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papacopia-crucified · 1 year

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Might start something new with this. Actually it came to me unexpectedly. And actually I did not saw one fic about this kind of content so bare with me on this.

It’s basically a vampire!Popia fic where he can turn into a bat. 🦇

After Dark

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The nightclub was crowded as usual, body heat radiating off of the slightly intoxicated, dancing people. Maybe it was 2 or 3 in the morning, the sun did not come out yet.

“Can we get two beers, please?” A man stepped to the bar, he was drunk and it seemed that he would not remember this night at all. As he was so intoxicated with booze. You opened two bottle of the more expensive beer, cause you knew at this point he would not even care about the money, placing it down in front of him. He thanked you and gave you a 100 dollar bill.

“Keep the change sexy.” He winked but you just smiled and pocketed the change. Better and better songs played and you could not help but dance to the music. The theme now was rock/pop and you did enjoyed the music the dj played. The bar was the heart of the club, people come and go and get their favourite drinks etc. Truth to be told, you only accepted this job cause you love music, and you can make friends rapidly. Not so many people know that you’re much more than what you’re showing. After the end of the shift around 5 am, you clean up the bar area and change into your casual clothes. Say goodbye to the security guard and step out to the light, inhale the fresh air. That’s when your stomach growled. Luckily there was a bakery on the way home, and you decided to get something from there, maybe some coffee too. As you walk down the sidewalk, people who know you greet you with a smile. But your thoughts were cut short when you approached the bakery and oh boy, when you open the door, the smell of the various delicious pastries’ smell fill your nostrils.

“Good morning (y/n). Another night shift?” Asked the boy Brian, who’s behind the register.

“Morning. Yeah it was exhausting. Anyway, I’ll take a coffee and some chocolate croissants to go.” You smiled at him and stepped to the register.

“I see, the usual, may I suggest something new?”

“What are my options?”

“Well we have freshly baked macarons, filled with delicious creamy strawberry filling, matcha filling etc. Or we have cannolies filled white cream, sprinkled with some powdered sugar. I know you have a sweet tooth.”

“They sound yummy, then I’ll have my croissants and cannoli as well.” He nods and fill a little box with two croissants and cannolies and hands it to you.

“There you go. That’ll be 7.45 dollars.” You hand him a 10 dollar and tell him he can keep the change. He thanked you and went to serve another customer. It was a short period of time to get to your house, cause it was not far away. As you were about to open the front door you hear a squeaky sound not so far away from you. Looking around you find out that there’s something in one of your perfectly cut bush, as you come closer you realise that it’s rather large, it was a bat. One of its wing was broken and it tried to wiggle it out from the grasp of the branches.

“Oh… poor baby. Don’t worry. I’ll free you, wait a minute.” You did not hesitate and ran into the house, searching for the spare cage you have. It was big enough for the bat. You grabbed some clothe and got it into the cage, to make it more comfy looking. You were fearless when it came to not usual animals, since you already owned a rat named Penelope. The bat was a little tired when you got back to it, wing barely moving, looks like it gave up on freeing itself. When it was you and the cage it tried to get free once more, but it failed.

“Don’t worry. I want to help you, and get you into this cage and after that I’ll attend to your wound. Be a good bat and stay still.” You said and the bat just rotated it’s head as he could understand what you have just said. Little by little you motioned you hand and grasped it not too tightly. It winced due to the pain but stayed still as you put it into the cage and closed it’s door.

“Phew. Little one, you were so-so good. I think I have some raw meat in there. Just for you.” You took it inside placed it into your room along with the food and coffee you got and attended to Penelope.

“Hi sweetheart. I know I missed you too.” She squeaked excitedly and took her out of the huge aquarium that you had for her. She ran up to your shoulder and poked you with her head. It was the favourite moment of coming home, knew that she’s waiting for you. You grabbed her and held it to the cage.

“Penelope meet your new friend, Uhmmm…….” You though about a good name, and when you looked up to the wall you was your favourite band’s poster.” Copia.” The bat squeaked when you said the name of the band’s front man.

“Well Penelope, meet Copia. Copia meet Penelope.” You smiled and she seemed to like Copia too, which is odd since they predator and prey, but it did not bother you. You gave Penelope some fresh veggies and fruits, adding water to her bowl. You place her into the aquarium and went to get something to eat to Copia.

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You managed to attend to the broken wing of Copia, he tried to wiggle away from you but he was too tired from all of the moving. You after placed him into the cage and he immediately fell up to the ceiling of the cage and let himself down, trying to make it comfortable. You carefully placed a piece of meat to the bowl you got for him, but he just smelled it, did not even moved.

“What’s the matter? You do not like meat?” And then you realised.” Of course, you drink blood. I dunno where I’m gonna get you.” You then started to panic a little. And remembered that there’s a butchery near your house.

“Wait for me okay? I’ll get you some. Be good boys and girls.” You left them and dressed yourself up, ran immediately to the butchery.

“Hi. Do you have blood? I mean.”

“Which type do you want miss? We have some fresh and frozen ones.”

“I’ll take a bag of fresh and 2 frozen ones.”

“Certainly Miss, here it is. It’ll be 9 dollars, would you like anything else?”

“No thank you.” You tossed the blood bags into the bag.” Goodbye.!”

“Goodbye Miss.”

When you arrived at home the first thing you see that Copia is not in the cage anymore. You panicked.

“Oh fuck. Where’d he go?” Your stress faded into thin air when you saw Copia in the aquarium with Penelope cuddling?.

“Ahh…. There you are. And you’re not hurting Penelope. Strange. But I’m glad that you two are getting along. And also how did you managed to get into?”

The bat just looked at you already listening to his name you gave him. Copia looked at you like he was adoring you.

“Never mind. You look too cute together. And even if you will be good, I’ll let you to stay with Penelope.” His little bat face lit up and squeaked happily, it made you giggle too. “Oh I got you some blood Copia. I’ll pour it into your bowl. Don’t worry I’ll place it inside so you don’t have to move.” You quickly poured some of the red liquor into his bowl and placed it in the aquarium. He left your rat’s side and started to drink the blood. And you watched him in awe, cause you never seen a bat drinking blood, heck dit not even say a bat so close. His beautiful in his own way, and you noticed that he had mismatched eyes, and they were in the middle of a black spot. Both of his eyes were surrounded by black fur. It was kind weird, but that’s what made Copia special. It kinda truly reminded him of Papa Emeritus IV.

“Aren’t you a little rockstar Copia?” His little head shot up to look at you and just stared into your eyes. Like he was surprised by your statement. He squealed happily and went back next to Penelope, who was peacefully sleeping.

“Huhh..? Weird.” You did not really paid attention after, you just wanted to eat now, cause you were hungry as hell. You sat down to your bed and unwrapped the cannolies and the croissants, sipped a little from the still warm coffee.

“Oh shoot, I should get into my pyjamas. Not like I’m going anywhere today.” You sat up from the bed and suddenly became shy. You looked over to the aquarium and saw that Copia’s little head peeked up at your words.

“Don’t look at me like that. Turn around.” His little head just moved to the left. “Good boy.” But you did not know while you undressed that the little bat was watching you. And truth to be told he liked what he saw. He wanted nothing more but to transform into Papa again and take care of your every needs, kissing you, for what you had done for him.

And it was just the beginning…

There it is….. I don’t know genuinely what to think about this. Maybe you can tell me if I should continue this.

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#cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost #cardinal copia #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #ghost #ghost the band #tobias forge #papa copia #papa emeritus #ghost band #dracopia

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nightghoul381 · 5 months

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The Devilish Jack of Hearts

Here is your gift @pondlilies00 I hope this is good enough for you!! I tried a couple of other ideas but this one flowed pretty easily so I hope I was able to do Edgar justice and that you enjoy! Also thank you @lemeowade for hosting such a fun secret santa gift exchange!! Pairing: Edgar Bright x Reader Prompt: Enemies to Lovers Genre: Fluff and light angst

“Come on now, Alice. You can’t stay in your room forever. You must be hungry by now, so why don’t you join me in the dining hall?” Edgar’s irritatingly chipper voice seeped through the cracks in the door and you let out a deep sigh.

“I can stay in my room as long as I please. I don’t intend on joining you in ANYTHING, thank you very much. You’ll have to leave me alone to rot unless you let me go.”

You repeated the same words you had said every day since Edgar and Jonah had found you in the Central Quarter and dragged you back to the Red Army headquarters.

Jonah seemed to be genuinely concerned about your lack of eating and had instructed one of the servants to bring you snacks to keep your hunger at bay at the very least.

“You’re quite stubborn Alice. I’ll get through to you at some point, and you’ll be eager to have my attention.” Edgar’s chuckle faded away as he moved down the hall and you felt your shoulders finally relax.

Time ticked by, and the time that the servant typically brought your snacks came and went. You moved over to the door, unlocking it and peeking out into the hall. Your stomach had been growling and you were starting to feel incredibly thirsty as well. Where was that servant?

You spotted a flash of white and red and hastily ducked back into your room, closing the door softly and turning the lock.

Almost caught! You thought to yourself, although you’d not been doing anything wrong. You heard the sound of some heavy footsteps and clinking glasses approach your door, followed by three loud knocks.

“I’ve got your snacks, Miss Alice.”

The muffled voice sounded strange, but the hunger you felt was far greater than your apprehension and you threw open the door.

What a mistake that had been.

Edgar strode into your room, his hands holding a tray laden with various sweets and a large pitcher of ice-cold water. You felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of the delicious food, but the man carrying it made it difficult to truly let yourself get excited.

“Alice, you can’t possibly expect me to eat this all by myself can you? Come here and take a seat!” He stated, looking back at you with a knowing grin.

Damn, he must have figured out the little system you had going with Jonah and disrupted it for his own games.

“Why are you here.”

Edgar’s eyes crinkled with amusement.

“I’m here because you fascinate me. I want to know more about you,” he explained plainly.

“Well, I’m not some sort of spectacle for you to gawk at. So, if you don’t mind, leave.”

You motioned forcefully toward the door, frustration building as you watched Edgar slide out a chair and make himself comfortable instead.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I can’t eat all of this by myself,” was all he said before he started tearing into the various sweets and snacks on the tray. He poured both glasses full of water and you found yourself a bit mesmerized by the way his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

How is it that you’re so hungry and yet your mouth has now grown drier than a desert?

Much to your chagrin, Edgar catches you staring and throws you a saucy wink.

“I’m not the treat, you silly girl, come eat some actual food.”

You felt your face flush bright red and absentmindedly stumbled over to the table where Edgar quickly jumped up and pulled out your chair.

“I…um…thank you,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your eyes trained on the table.

The soft warmth of a gloved finger touches your chin and turns your face to look at him.

You jerk your head back and begin aggressively stuffing your cheeks with strawberry macarons.

A low chuckle sounds near your ear but you do your best to ignore it and its owner, hurriedly finishing off the food and drink and excusing yourself to the bathroom adjoined to your room. You sat waiting for Edgar to leave, finally hearing a faint farewell and the sound of the door closing behind you.

Thus began the long pattern of Edgar intercepting the servant and bringing the food to your room instead.

You tried to fight it at first, but after three days of Edgar being the one to offer you the food, your hunger won out and you allowed him in.

Once again, he pulled out the chair for you and proceeded to take a seat himself.

Rinse and repeat, day in and day out.

Eventually, you had become accustomed to seeing Edgar’s vibrant green eyes crinkle with amusement as you sigh and let him in. You begin to answer his probing questions, throwing in some of your own. Like it or not, even though you were being held captive by the Red Army and the Jack of Hearts, you were beginning to enjoy his company.

Curled in your bed one day—a gloomy, overcast day—you find yourself anxiously awaiting Edgar’s appearance.

You had been fighting internally for over a week now, trying desperately to deny the fact that, despite him being the enemy, you could feel yourself becoming more and more drawn to him.

There was something so enticing about his charm and charisma that you couldn’t help but be moved by. He managed to make you laugh and your thoughts drifted to him more often than not.

Today when you heard the knock you bounced up, excitedly moving toward the door only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face.

“Hello, Miss Alice, I’ve brought you snacks as the Queen of Hearts has instructed,” the young man stated, bowing his head, and holding out a comparatively sparse tray of food.

“Oh… thank you,” you murmur, accepting the tray and watching as the servant scurries off down the hall.

The day repeated itself, the young man bringing you your treats and growing increasingly more uncomfortable as you find it harder to hide your disappointment.

By the time a few weeks had passed, you’d grown incredibly anxious to see Edgar again, to make sure he was okay at the very least. Right on schedule the servant came and delivered your food, but this time you stopped him from leaving immediately.

“Um, would you mind telling me… where is Edgar? I just…haven’t seen him in a while, which is a bit odd…” Even as the words left your mouth, you could feel your shame warming your cheeks.

Why not just come right out and say you miss him while you’re at it! You scold yourself for being so obvious.

“Oh, I thought you knew… we launched the attack on the Black Army… He’s been on the front lines.”

At this, the young man departed and you felt your heart clamoring in your chest.

He’s on the front lines. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? Was he being careful? Worried thoughts swirl through your mind and you slump down in a chair beside the table.

The thought of never seeing Edgar’s princely smile and hearing his melodic voice forces an intense wave of longing to wash over you. You lean over the table, laying your head against the cool wood surface and letting a single tear fall from your eye.

You know there’s no point in getting upset, besides you’re going to be leaving, returning to the Land of Reason soon enough.

You suddenly realize that you may never see Edgar ever again. Once you went to the Land of Reason, there was no point in coming back to Cradle after all. A few more days pass as you struggle to try to come to terms with your unwarranted disappointment.

Late in the night, you hear another knock at your door. You’d already received your food for the day and figure it must be a mistake. At first, you just ignore it; hopefully whoever it is will get the hint and leave if you don’t answer.

Another knock, then another. Finally, you sigh and begin to stand up when you hear.

“Come on now, Alice, this hall is particularly cold tonight. Won’t you let me in?”

You feel your breath catch in your throat. Were you hearing things? There’s no way he should be here right now, not if they were in the middle of a war.

You stop in your tracks, wondering if you’re just tired and imagining things.

“Please Alice, I wasn’t joking… It’s really cold out here.”

Your heart begins to race in anticipation. You ran toward the door, throwing it open haphazardly.

There he was, he was here, he was fine.

Without realizing it, you throw yourself into his arms and hug him, burying your face against his chest and clinging tightly to him.

“Well now, I suppose if you’re going to do this then the hall won’t be nearly as cold.”

His familiar chuckle fills your ears and you feel a sense of calm settle over you. Stepping back, you look up into his deep emerald eyes and search his gaze.

The tender look on his face made your pulse pound louder in your ears and his hand gently moved to brush a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I missed you too, Alice,” he purred, leaning his face achingly close.

“… I never said I missed you,” you whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips.

Edgar’s mouth quirks up in a smile. “You didn’t have to.”

In that moment you feel the soft pressure of his lips against yours. All of the anxiety you’d been feeling falls away as you give yourself over to his kiss. Your mind fills with relief and passionate longing as you continued to move your mouths together.

“Stay with me, Alice?” He whispered, his eyes scanning your face with a fervent neediness and you could do nothing but nod and pull him in for another kiss.

How is it that you had ever wanted to leave this man? You can’t imagine your life without him and his absence had been exactly what gave away how deeply you had fallen for him.

You knew his words held so much more weight than just asking you to stay for the night. The earnestness in his expression told you as much. The passion with which his lips attacked yours and you returned made one thing achingly clear: Your heart had been stolen by the devilish Jack of Hearts, and you had no intention of taking it back.

#SSEvent #ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikerev edgar #ikemen revolution edgar #edgar bright #ikerev fanfiction

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crispycrunchyyummers · 6 months

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Introvert and Extrovert - A Ranpoe fanfic

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Ranpo wasn’t really one for parties, especially parties that weren’t celebrating him. But when Poe invited Ranpo as a plus one, he said yes. Not out of the kindness of his heart or in any interest in the party itself, but the moment Poe mentioned the party was being thrown by a renowned baker who would be showing off his delicious delicacies and frosted pastries, Ranpo’s interest was piqued. Now Ranpo stands in front of his mirror adjusting his bow tie as he waits for Poe to pick him up. Poe told him to dress formally since this was more of a ball than a party, but truthfully Ranpo didn’t care. He was already gracing them with his presence so they should just be satisfied with him wearing anything he wants.

He gives himself a quick check in the mirror. A pair of dark gray dress pants with a messily tucked white button-up shirt. A black coat thrown on his shoulder in case he gets cold or, more importantly, has the chance to take some of the treats home with him. He looked good, as always.

As he’s giving himself a once over, he hears a knock at the door, Poe must be here. He makes his way to the door and opens it, revealing the taller, slender man, his hair ruffled and messy as usual. He was wearing a fancy suit set, dark brown suit pants, a white button up shirt underneath a light brown vest with an overlaying black wool coat. And of course, Karl, his pet raccoon sitting on his shoulder as if it were a pedestal.

“Poe-kun! Finally you arrived, I thought you’d chickened out.” Ranpo says teasingly as he grabs his coat and steps out of his apartment. “Ranpo-kun, did I forget to tell you the dress was meant to be formal..?” Poe asks hesitantly. “You told me, but I don’t really care about dressing nicely.” Ranpo replies with a shrug. Poe nods and adds quickly, “You look very nice regardless Ranpo-kun.” “Of course I do, you look pretty good too. Should we get going now? Those sweets are calling my name.” Ranpo says, practically drooling at the thought of the treats awaiting him. Poe blushes slightly and nods. “Of course, let’s go now.”

They soon arrive at the party, taking in the scene around them. A giant ballroom filled with nicely dressed people, standing in groups and taking part in idle chatter. An orchestra plays elegant classical music that echoes through the wide open ballroom. On the high, arched ceilings hung multiple complicated looking chandeliers, illuminating the room. For a split moment Ranpo and Poe were overtaken by the astonishing ballroom, Ranpo marveling at the amount of money these people must have and Poe panicking over how many people there are. But as soon as the moment came, it passed for Ranpo as his attention was drawn to the giant tables spread with different deserts. Cakes, pastries, cupcakes, macaroons, truffles and many, many more.

Ranpo Immediately started to make his way to the table while Poe anxiously followed behind him. He happily started to check out the deserts, scoping out which one he was going to eat first, not caring for introductions. Poe stood near him, looking around aimlessly until someone came up to them.

“Ah Poe-kun, I see you made it. Nice to see you again, is this your plus one?” The man asks, checking Ranpo out as he turns around, his first victim already in his mouth, a small, blue, macaron that tastes somewhat like blueberries. “Yes, this is Ranpo Edogawa-” “The great detective! Ah yes, I am aware of your talent. My name is Castiel Sefton. I am the host of this party. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Castiel says, offering his hand to Ranpo, who just looks at him blankly for a moment. “So, are you the one who made these sweets?” He asks bluntly. Castiel laughs and shakes his head a bit. “No, I am merely the host of the chef's party.” “Oh, I see. Where is he?” Ranpo asks, completely ignoring the prior conversation Castiel was trying to initiate. “Ranpo-kun! You should be kind to Sefton-kun, he is the host after all. I’m sure he-” “No no, it’s alright. I can show you to the chef if you're interested.” Castiel says to Ranpo, interrupting Poe yet again. Ranpo nods, this could be his chance to get more treats, or a lifetime of treats at that. “Perfect, right this way.” Castiel says, guiding Ranpo into the large crowd, Poe following silently behind.

Before Poe knows it, everyone becomes engrossed in some topic, leaving Poe completely out of the conversation. He tries to add in a few things here and there but either no one hears him, or no one cares…

He tries standing close to Ranpo in order to feel like he’s with someone or a part of something safe and familiar, that is the whole reason he invited Ranpo in the first place. But soon enough, as always, Poe fades into the background. He starts to feel overwhelmed and decides to slip away for a while, finding his way to a lonely hallway. Just him and Karl, as these events usually end for him.

Meanwhile in the ballroom, Ranpo is becoming bored of the conversations. All the people here were talking about boring things that Ranpo doesn’t really care about. And on top of that he’s not even able to eat because they won't shut up. That’s when Ranpo notices Poe and Karl are missing. He must have left to get some fresh air. Ranpo manages to slip away from the conversation to wander through the house, looking for Poe and Karl. Soon he ends up finding the man sitting alone, petting Karls head as stares off into the distance, most likely deep in thought as he usually is.

“Poe-kun! There you are!” Ranpo says, hurting over to Poe and plops down next to him on the seat. “What are you doing out here?” “Ah, Ranpo-kun, I was just thinking. What are you doing out here?” Poe asks, looking around for the crowd Ranpo was originally with. “I got bored, they all talk about stupid things and don’t even eat all the delicious food that’s just layed out.” Ranpo huffs, then he glances at Poe. “Why are you really out here?” Poe laughs gently with a semi-nervous air. “I should have guessed the world’s greatest detective would see through my disguise…” He hesitates for a moment. “I envy you Ranpo-kun.. You speak so easily, and people listen to you. I’m not good with words like you are.” Ranpo tilts his head. “What are you talking about Poe? You write amazing words in your stories.” If Poe weren't so sad, he would have blushed. “I mean when it comes to talking. I can write about many things, but talking isn’t as easy for me. I wanted you to come with me to this party so I wouldn’t be alone. You always make me feel welcome and heard, I thought that if I brought you here with me I wouldn’t end up here tonight…” he says softly, becoming vulnerable as he expresses himself to his rival. Ranpo was silent for a long while, perhaps trying to decipher logic from emotion as he listened to Poe’s confession. After an eternity, he suddenly puts his arm around Poe. “Eh, these parties are always overrated, you don’t need ‘em.” The detective says, flashing the writer a smile. “I say we grab as many sweets as we can and get out of here. We can go watch a movie or something. Just anything better than this”. A smile spreads across Poe’s face as a bit of blush rises to his cheeks. He nods and smiles at Ranpo. “That sounds like a splendid idea, Ranpo-kun!”

They quickly go back into the ballroom and snag as many sweets as they can, Ranpos coat coming in handy as he predicted. They go to Poe house to find an interesting movie to watch. “Ah, this is much better than that boring party. I’d much rather spend my time with you like this Poe-kun.” Ranpo admits after all his treats are gone, down in his now happy stomach, and the movie near over. “Thank you Ranpo-kun. Tonight has ended much better than it usually does for me.” Poe says with a smile, Ranpo smiles at him and pats his back. “No problem buddy, I gotta watch out for my rival.” Ranpo says with a wink.

And so Ranpo and Poe end their night with full stomachs and happy hearts.

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Does Poe have social anxiety? Is he just introverted? Who knows

Also don’t ask me what the hell “Castiel Sefton” is I got it off of a random name generator 💀

I hope you enjoyed regardless~

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