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Hello Everyone,

My name is Crimson and I’m a relatively new writer who’s shooting her shot at publishing online. My hobbies include drawing, watching anime, and playing video games. I also really enjoy listening to music a lot. I have so many ideas and stories to share, and I’m excited to start this journey.

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Introducing Original Character: 🐊Cassandra Kytin🐊

X-men Original Character: Cassandra ‘Croca’ Kytin

A well-connected mutant from Louisiana, whose network tends to prove useful to her allies amongst the X-men.

All images were found via Pinterest.

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Introducing Original Character: 🍒Akuma Sato🍒

X-men Original Character: Akuma ‘Anasi’ Sato

A younger member of the x-men, who isn’t afraid to take names and kick ass. However…she has secret soft spot for a certain blue furred mutant.

All images were found via Pinterest.

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Gachiakuta: Headcanons & Drabbles

General:

August and Jabber both display cuteness agression towards their partner. However, August's is more innocent in nature since he's just expressing his adoration of you in the moment. Jabber on the other hand maitains a somewhat more mischevious motive. We all kno he had the most shit eating grinning after biting you.

Despite his respect for Zodyl's strength, I imagine Jabber was very taken aback when he first saw his boss eat a roach. Probably let out a "What the fuck man?" or "That's nasty as hell!" as the older man licked his finger clean.

Riyo owns a lot of hair styling magazines and has repeatedly begged many of her fello w cleaners to allow her to try out new hair styles on them.

I feel like Remlin and Riyo get along well due to them both being rather unorthodx and unpredictable with their vital instruments.

It's no secret that Zanka looks up to Enjin, and relishes in any praise that he receives from the older cleaner. As such, I think after recieving extensive kudos after a mission he'll retreat to his room and proceed to giggle like teenage girl; rolling around on his bed and everything.

Zanka still has nightmares and flashbacks to the plunger incident with Rudo. Everytime he sees a plunger he can't help but shudder as the memory flashes through his mind.

When Dear is upset he can't help but harshly suck on his pacifier. It is in this way, combined with his harsh, unrelenting stare that he expresses when he is greatly displeased.

Gris' body is littered with scars of varying sizes, but doesn't think to much of them most of the time. However, sometimes his finger will trace over one and he'll smile to himself knowing he likely acquired it from protecting his allies and friends.

Rudo and Jabber have both probably gotten into a barking match with a dog at least once; although likely for different reasons. Rudo found himself at an impass with a stray dog while he was still living within the Sphere. They were most likely fighting over a piece of trash, and ended up in a tug of war; both of them growling and snarling at each other. Jabber on the other was simply walking down the street when small stray dog randomly barked at him. Of course we all know Jabber is antagonistic and provocative by nature. As such, he decided to further rile up the small animal by barking back in response. He continues this back and forth with a wide, self satisfied grin as the small creature gets more and more aggitated.

Riyo and Fu are both somewhat sceptible to scruffing. If you don't know what that is, it's a handling technique where you grasp the loose skin on the back of a cat's neck (scruff) to restrain or transport them. Of course, instead of actually grabbing them by the neck you would grab them by the collar of their clothes. Fu would probably find it comforting, while with Riyo it's simply a quick way to gently subdue her.

Romantic Headcanons:

August's primary love language is gift giving; specifically him giving you things that he has made especially for you. He also love receiving home made things from you, even if they're not exactly high value.

Never take Enjin with you to buy clothes; especially if you plan on trying on clothes in front of him. When you ask him what he thinks he'll just hum thoughtfully as his eyes trail up and down your body. He'll occassionally say something like "damn, baby." with a hungry smirk on his face.

If his crush ever fell asleep on him, Rudo would go stiff as board and refuse to move until they woke up on their own. He would also glare at anyone trying to wake them up or being too loud.

Before you Enjin has definitely gone through his fair share of messy breakups. Because of this, he subconsciously worries about you having one foot out the door. He couldn't blame you if you did, he knows he's not good with in-depth relationships. However, if you do decided to stay he'll thank his lucky stars every day. 

Enjin and August love to trace your skin when you have tattoos. They tell your story and gives them a glance at your inner self.

Jabber doesn't really sleep most nights, so instead he watches you while you sleep. sometimes he'll even perch at the end of your bed like a demented cat.

When Gris dates someone, expect nothing less than absolute princess treatment. You get shotgun when he drives, he opens almost every door for you, and he always insists on paying the bill when the two of you go out.

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Honestly…I wanna share my OCs lowkey.

It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while. The only problem is that I actually want people to be interested in them, and maybe share their opinions or their own characters. I know nothing happens over night, but I could use some help here.

Let me know what fandoms you or others might like to see OCs for, and potential suggestions for how to present them on here.

I’m begging here y’all😭

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The Mighty Nein: General Headcanons

Jester definitely had a collection of stuffed animals at the Chateau that was always growing. They all had names, and she gave them each their own distinct voices.

Beau doesn't exactly reject her femininity, but instead simply doesn't pay the idea any mind. Her life as a monk largely contributes to this. Yet, it's ultimately her own disinterest.

Caleb does not smell pleasant at all. He pays little mind to his hygiene or physical appearance, probably due in part to his low self esteem and general depression. Honestly, the only way he'll get clean is if someone else intervenes.

Nott hates looking at herself in the mirror. The negative stigma surrounding goblins has significantly impacted how she sees herself.

Mollymauk doesn't see himself as someone capable of settling down. That's part of why he was so comfortable at the circus with Gustav and the others.

In addition to his naturally pacifistic nature, Fjord is highly conscious of how and when he expresses anger. And while he isn't afraid to get stern, the former sailer worries about coming off as aggressive. He knows how he looks to others, and tries to make an effort to prove that he's more than that.

Caleb has all but forgotten the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. He wasn't really able to interact with the other prisoners at the Sanitorium. And it's unlikely that strangers would want to touch a dirty hobo(no hate; I love my sad man).

Beau is very comfortable with the fact that she isn't attracted to men. She has a very healthy relationship with her sexuality. Furthermore, she definitely had her fair share of sexual encounters during her time as a trainee/apprentice.

Essek is quite spoiled in the grand scheme of things. As it is his first life, most of the people around him were very lenient with him as a child. The increased the amount of free range he had. This actually bleeds into his lack of attachment to his people's religious beliefs and practices. He was allowed to pursue his interests to his heart's content; which ended up with him choosing a more logical, academically oriented path.

Due to her upbringing in the Chateau, Jester is incredibly comfortable talking about sex and sex-adjacent topics. Since childhood, she watched her mother entice and "entertain" the many customers that would come and go.

One of the many reasons Nott might've developed her addiction could be that ale is one of the easiest things for people to get their hands on. Whether because it's cheap or the sheer abundance in which it is kept.

Molly is not good with serious emotions, at least not in the traditional sense. Even when offering advice or comfort to others, the message often comes across as playful, lighthearted, or unserious. It's not that he doesn't see anything as serious, it's simply easier for him to handle life this way.

When Nott goes through withdrawals, panic attacks tend to accompany the violent shudders and darting eyes. For her, it feels like the world is completely closing in.

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Twisted Wonderland: Valentine's Headcanons

Jamil and Trey are both the type to cook for their S/O in Valentine's Day. The vice-head of Scarabia would make your favorite meal, and take the day off from his duties to spend time you. Meanwhile, Trey would present you with a variety of confections and pastries, hand-made of course.

Deuce would be absolutely be freaking out over what to get you. At first, he considers getting you the typical flowers and chocolates, but decides against it. He wants you to know how special you are to him.

Jack would gift you something practical for Valentine's, but with a personal touch. Maybe, if you've been mentioning feeling cold he'll get you a coat or some gloves. But he'll get them in your favorite color or from your favorite brand.

Azul would definitely arrange a dinner date for the two of you at the Monstro Lounge. He'll have the tweels close up early, and pick you up from your dorm.

Malleus treats Valentine's like he's proposing to you. The dragon prince wants to celebrate both you and the day properly. You'll probably find a series of strange yet endearing gifts on your doorstep. You'll also find a string of notes(letters) scattered about for you to find.

Vil clears his schedule for the day so that he can focus all of his attention you. Ideally, he'd like to do a full self-care day together, but is open to compromise you'd like to do something else. Shopping? Done. Dinner? Let him get dressed.

Most people would expect long posts with tons of pictures, but on Valentine's Day, Cater's page is silent. Of course, he was taking a bunch of pictures but by the end of the day he was simply enjoying your time together; phone forgotten on the table.

Riddle creates an itinerary for the day. There's simply a lot of things he wants to do with you, and wants to make the most of the holiday. He also commissions some Valentine's-themed desserts from his green-haired friend.

Epel's inclination for acts of service goes into overdrive on Valentine's. He wants to prove that he is worthy of you, and that he can satisfy all of your needs and desires. In his mind, no man would allow his S/O to be left wanting on such a day.

Idia will act as if Valentine's Day is the cringiest thing ever. However, he'll do something if you express that this day is important to you.

Kalim will definitely shower you in gifts. Gift giving is one of his main love languages after all.

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Fireheart

Fuegoleon Vermillion x Vaude!Reader

(Y/N) Vaude, a esteemed member of the Golden Dawn, as well as the older sister of Finral and Langris. Given her younger brother's betrothal to a member of the royal families, it made sense that she would spend time with houses Kira, Silva, and Vermillion. Over the years this became her world. Her social circle became primarily occupied by royalty, but to her they were just people. That's was something that was rare among nobles, to see everyone as equals regardless of class. Of course, the worldview had its challenges; specifically from other nobles. The Clover King, the three eldest Silva children, even her father and brother saw commoners as less than.

This always greatly saddened and angered her, which she was never afraid to voice. This open opposition eventually lead to a rift forming between her and most other nobles; including her own family. However, she found a refugee of sorts within House Vermillion.

What started with frequent and enjoyably casual conversation with Mimosa, quickly grew into routine dinners with her, her brother, and their three cousins. Despite the frequent dramatic reactions, (Y/N) never felt like she had to hid herself or her opinions around them. Perhaps it was this apparent closeness that prompted the king to order that you and Fuegoleon be betrothed to each other. 

(Y/N) often considered if she should've seen it coming, but there were truly no indicators the king had been considering such a thing. The two of them had been in their 20s when the engagement was made official. Neither of them being quite ready for what was to come next.

It could be expected that things were awkward between the two magic knights; considering the sudden and unexpected nature of the arrangement. (Y/N) initially found herself at somewhat of a loss as to how to treat her childhood acquaintance in light of the new development. However, she had resolved herself to making the most of the hand she'd been dealt.

The two young adults began spending more time together. Such meetings becoming more and more personal over time, as the two got to know each other even better. A new foundation of acceptance and respect was gradually established between the two of them. Sadly, (Y/N) being a part of a different squad, the Golden Dawn to be exact; made spending time together increasingly difficult. That, in addition to Fuegoleon's duties as a captain made the moments that could be spared all the more precious. 

Perhaps, it was within these stolen moments that things began to shift once again. However, this time in a more intimate direction. Neither of them could recall the specifics, but somewhere along the way their relationship began to grow deeper. They found themselves debating, training, or simply enjoying the other's company. As the months went by, general affection blossomed into passionate devotion. The second eldest Vermillion was proud to call the oldest child of Vaude his fíance, and vice versa. The two nobles found themselves grappling with these unfamiliar emotions. However, neither of them dared call what they had love or anything close that. Perhaps out of fear of accepting this new reality.

For the last few years their relationship has been teetering on the edge of something uncharted. And every time it seemed like either of them would cross the threshold, something new would stand in the way. The latest obstacle was Fuegoleon losing his arm during the recent attack on the capital, with him falling into a coma immediately after. (Y/N) and Leopold were absolutely devastated seeing him lying in that bed. His skin was pale and his body unmoving. The only sign he was alive being the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

Of course the members of the Crimson Lion Kings were also very distraught by this terrible development. Being left without a captain, the squad fell to Mereleona, who returned from the wilderness to lead the squad in her younger brother's stead. Meanwhile, Fuegoleon's bride-to-be decided to take a sabbatical from her duties as a magic knight to care for her fíance. 

Sadly, Leopold was unable able to do the same. He and his future sister-in-law both knew his elder sister wouldn't allow him, or any of his squadmates to "slack off" in Fuegoleon's absence. Despite taking time off, she found herself unable to relax knowing that her beloved fire mage might not wake up. In the end, all she could do is pray and hope that he would open his eyes, and that she'd hopefully be there when he did.

Everything had happened so fast. One minute it was silent, and the next it was complete pandemonium.

Randall, the vice-captain of the Crimson Lion Kings, was violently attacking his squadmates. It defied all reason, (Y/N) had always known the man to be loyal and trustworthy. However, as the battle raged on it became abundantly clear that the man before them was not the mage they knew. She hadn't wanted to leave Fuegoleon's side, but danger was upon them and the situation demanded decisive action. (Y/N) fought valiantly alongside the Crimson Lion Kings, spells flying through the air and battles cries ringing out into the night. Sadly it wasn't long before only she and Leopold remained standing.

The toll the battle was taking was evident in both of them; clothes tattered, breathes heavy from exertion. The older mage could practically feel her remaining energy draining from her body. She could tell it was the same with Leopold from only a brief glance. It was in that brief moment that things took a another turn for the worse. (Y/N) saw Leopold get knocked to the ground, a sound of anguish clawing up from his throat as his body crashed against the pavement. The possessed Randall looked down at the young magic knight with a look that could only be described as unrestrained contempt. He then slowly raised his arm into the air and prepared to land the killing blow.

Seeing this, (Y/N) found herself before she could think. She rushed forward and shielded the younger mage with her body; arms spread wide in a protective gesture. Leopold's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight before him. He tried to will himself to speak, to do anything, but he could only continue tremble helplessly on the ground.

(Y/N) now sported a sizable wound on her midsection that actively oozing more blood by the second. A small trickle of blood made its way from her mouth and down her chin, as she coughed painfully. The older woman appeared to be in shock as well as she could only stare at the gaping wound. She seemed to fall to her knees in slow motion before completely collapsing onto the cobblestone street below.

Upon seeing his sister figure lying in her own blood, Leopold found himself attempting to use what remained of his strength to reach for her; perhaps in an desperate effort to shield her in return.

The sounds of her surroundings became more and more muffled, as (Y/N) continued to lose blood at a frightening rate. Suddenly, there was a brilliant burst of flame that overtook her waning vision. Through the weary haze, she could just barely make out a very familiar figure. The stance and voice were unmistakable, but the power of their mana was on an entirely different level. Despite her efforts to keep her eyes open, (Y/N) found her eyelids growing heavier by the second. Sounds of more magical exchanges went in and out of her ears. Her breathes grew more and more shallow.

The last thing she could remember was the feeling of strong arms wrapping around her. A soothing baritone encouraging her to keep fighting, and that she would be ok. Her body melting against the comforting warmth of her savior's form. Fuegoleon had never failed to make her feel safe. Even now, in the face of certain death her heart found solace in his presence. Eventually, she let the darkness take her with the firm belief that she'd wake up, and her love would be right there by her side.

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A Lonely, Lucky Star

Hajime Hinata x Nagito Komaeda (angst)

A/N: Hajime is part of elite class instead of the reserve course.

Hajime Hinata was logic driven if nothing else, reasoning and rationale dictating his every move. As such, it was to be expected that his world prior to enrolling at Hope's Peak was rather small. He had navigated his eduction methodically and efficiently. And while this left him with decent grades, he was noticeably lacking in the social department. Nevertheless, the stubborn student made peace with his lack of companionship; or at least that's what he told himself.

He had mentally prepared himself for his future at Hope's Peak Academy, as always he was prepared to work hard and persevere. It was obvious that the Elite Class wouldn't be anything like he'd experienced previously. These people were the world's best and brightest. He knew to expect the unexpected, so to speak. Now here he was in front of room 77B, slightly on edge but filled with resolve. Yet, no one could have predicted that from the moment he opened that classroom door, everything would change for Hajime Hinata.

Suddenly, his world was much louder, and more vibrant than he ever imagined. All of a sudden, the brunette was now surrounded by an incredibly diverse menagerie of personalities and mannerisms. To say he was overwhelmed would be an understatement. Every movement and sound racked his senses, continuing everyday without fail. Safe to say, it did take his mind and nerves some time to adjust to his vivacious new classmates. He had never been enveloped by so many strong temperments before. From Gundam's theatrical outbursts to Mikan's constant clumsiness; there was always something unexpected and unorthodox happening in class 77B.

And yet, within this new kaleidoscope of color, Nagito Komaeda was his guiding light; almost like a star. Not in the sense of being bright or blinding, no he shone in a way that was warm and steady. The white-haired teen carried himself with a carefree lightness that Hajime could only aspire to achieve. In contrast with their many boisterous classmates, it was the soft-spoken male's easy-going nature that gradually put the brunette at ease. Of course, the class remained as lively and rambunctious as ever, but things seemed a little less intense with Nagito was by his side.

As the weeks passed, Hajime began to feel genuinely comfortable around his classmates, and came to appreciate their unique and quirky dispositions. Turns out he and Chiaki got along quite well, the two quickly made a habit of discussing video games. It also became clear that Akane's constant appetite was largely rooted in her love of flavor and texture. What was once a cacophony of unmitigated chaos slowly turned into something comfortable and enjoyable. Soon enough, the usually stoic student was smiling without thinking and laughing without worry. His days, once dominated by quiet loneliness became filled with warmth and life. Simply having people to share the little moments with made Hajime's chest fill with gratitude.

At the same time, despite the laughter and heart-warming moments, certain thoughts continued to gnaw at the back of his mind. Amidst the newfound joy, the teen's subconscious thoughts slowly grew louder. He couldn't help but doubt his place among his elite classmates; he couldn't compare to them, plain and simple. Was his placement in the class something had truly earned, or was it fate teasing him. There's something about being surrounded by extraordinary people that puts your own mediocrity into perspective. It was like being an ant among elephants.

For the first time, Hajime and his decisive mind were torn in two. On the one hand, he was indeed objectively speaking inferior to his peers in terms of talent. Each of them had rightfully earned the title of Ultimate, while he himself had no accolades to his name. On the other hand, this string of criticism and doubt came from and him alone. Not one of the others had every intentionally made him feel unwelcome. Each of his peers treated him with at least basic respect, which was more than he had expected coming in. Sure, Hiyoko's sharp tongue would strike often, but her pointed words were never exclusively for him. Otherwise, they frequently included him in conversations and activities; seeming to pay no mind to how ordinary he was by comparison.

However, none of his fellow students made him feel the way Nagito did. The way that empathetic smile made it's way onto his delicate face. How he would nod in genuine understanding as his listened to other's troubles. It all made Hajime's heart clench in way that was as unfamiliar as it was painful. Even if he didn't realize it, out of all his classmates, he envied the Ultimate Lucky Student the most. Deep down he coveted the ease with which the boy navigated life. A small part of him, subconsciously felt guilty as he could tell that his friend was carrying his own burdens. The brunette couldn't miss how the other boy's eyes occasionally glazed over when asked to recall his past. The truth was, Nagito had been Hajime's first real friend in the class, greeting him with nothing but kindness and open arms. But ultimately, the selfish, human part of the young man couldn't bring itself to truly take this into consideration.

Instead, the high schooler's smile started growing strained; the corner of his lips no longer reaching his eyes when he laughed. Over the next few weeks, his world became one of seclusion. Yet, it was the acceptable silence from before, this isolation was unpleasant and disheartening. He understood how selfish it was to act this way; he felt pathetic wallowing like an overgrown child, but else could he do. Telling his classmates was out of the question; his emotions and insecurities were in no way the others' responsibility. No, he would handle this on his own, he just needed to follow the right steps and get his head on straight. Solving problems alone was all he had ever known.

Unfortunately, things were not so simple as his mind continued to be plagued by those troublesome thoughts. He found himself in a haze of frustration and self pity. The sounds of passing conversations began to sound like hushed mockery; the weight of inadequacy crushing him. And even though he didn't want to burden the others, a part of him felt hurt that no one seemed to notice. Not that he'd ever admit that, after all that would make him a glaring hypocrite. Although, it seemed as though such emotional and psychological contradictions were becoming more common for him these days. Day in an day out, Hajime tried to juggle maintaining outward normalcy with his companions, and the growing tornado of emotions within his heart

Yet, unbeknownst to him, such inner conflicts are difficult to conceal; at least in his case. The gradual withdrawal was most evident in the way he interacted with his cloudy-haired classmate. Without knowing, he began pulling further away from the latter emotionally, but more importantly, physically. The number casual hand brushes and playful shoulder nudges dwindled by the day. Not to long ago, the brunette would welcome such small gestures, but now, he practically shrank away whenever Nagito got too close. A palpable distance had undeniably formed between the two of them. Perhaps it was tunnel vision, but he never seemed to notice the looks of genuine concern and hurt from the cloudy-haired boy.

Months go by like this, with Hajime withdrawing more and more from everyone. Still, no one seemed to notice or if they did, nothing was going to be said. One day he found himself watching his classmates eat lunch in the courtyard. A few months ago, he would've simply strolled over and joined the group Probably would've tried playing whatever new game Chiaki had brought that day. Now, he didn't even entertain the idea of joining them; instead opting to observe from afar. His heart ached for the companionship he had grown accustomed to, but his mind and body simply refused to move. Insecurity held him in place like thick cement, solid and unyielding.

"Finally realized that you don't belong, huh?" The unexpected sound of a voice caused the teen's body to tense. He turned to face the person, and was met by a vaguely familiar but unpleasant face. Natsumi Kuzuryu, a freshman girl from the reserve course. The younger girl wore a confident smirk as she approached; entitlement practically radiating off of her. Hajime didn't know much about this girl, except that she was Fuyuhiko's younger sister. She also had a reputation for having a disagreeable personality. The blonde girl glanced sideways at the Elite class, the smugness never leaving her face. "I don't blame you. Sometimes it just takes some people more time to realize how useless they are." She shook her head in faux sympathy, while waves of condescension emanating from her. The sheer volume was almost nauseating. 

"I'm honestly surprised that you stayed this long. I would've imagined that you'd have realized that you didn't deserve that spot ages ago." Hajime's fists clenched as he held her confident gaze. Something about the certainty with which she talked only angered him further.

"You don''t know anything about how I feel." The words came out uneven and with little conviction; he grimaced internally from how weak his voice sounded. Natsumi's smirk to only grow upon seeing her senior's hesitance.

"Sure I do. I know what it's like to be surrounded by extraordinary people, and feel overwhelmed by it." Her tone dripped heavily with a sincerity that was obviously fake. "And, I also know that normal people get crushed when they realize how inferior they are by comparison." The older boy's eye twitched slightly as she continued to speak, but he doesn't respond. A few moments of tense silence pass between them; the noise of their surroundings fading into the background.

"Look loser, just give it up. Drop out the elite class, and let me take your spot." Natsumi's face had changed, her expression now one of impatient entitlement. "Unlike you, I at least share blood with a genius. I'm sure I'd be a better fit." The claim cut deeper that she probably realized. Hajime's gaze fell to the floor, nails pressing hard into the skin of his palms. Hundreds of responses take shape in his mind, but none make their way off of his tongue. Natsumi finally lets out an exasperated huff before turning her back on the older teen.

"I'd strongly consider transferring if I were you. After all, you already seem miserable." And with that final statement, she sauntered off down the hallway. Hajime didn't move for a long time, his brain was going a mile a minute. Normally, he would've told someone like that to get lost. He would've met such entitlement with eye rolls and snarky counters, and yet…he didn't. Instead, his throat had grown tight, any potential words died on his tongue. Despite wanting to deny it, he knew exactly why he hadn't been able to respond. Simply put…Natsumi was right. She was right about everything; the very concept made him angry all over again.Sadly, no matter how angry he became, there was no denying the truth behind her words.

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Mira, Mira on the Wall

Mira x Makeup Artist!Reader

“Be honest. Do you like being her makeup artist?” 

The question had come out of nowhere, and actually made you pause for a moment. You found yourself blinking once then twice before the words actually sunk in. An expression of confusion making its way onto your face as you looked at your colleague with furrowed brows.

“What?” The singular word was all that came from you in response. Your colleague, Lua, glanced around cautiously before leaning in to continue talking; her voice taking on a more hushed tone.

”You know…being Mira’s makeup artist. I mean it must be pretty difficult considering how she is.” Your brows furrowed further, but this time the cause was irritation rather than confusion as you started to catch on to what she meant. 

“I’m not really sure what you mean. My work is the same as the personal artists of the other members.” Despite knowing what she was implying you had decided to try and give the younger girl the benefit of the doubt. Unfortunately, Lua simply rolled her eyes at your response.

”Oh please, you don’t have to sugar coat it. Everyone knows that Mira is the most difficult member to work with. Especially with her overly aggressive attitude.” Well, at least you had tried. Time to nip this in the bud.

”Let me stop you right there.” You said, taking a step back from her. “Honestly, Mira isn't a difficult person. A little complex maybe, but not difficult. It’s a matter of perspective and understanding.” Lua looked taken aback by your response. Apparently she hadn’t been expecting you to defend Mira this way.

”You’re entitled to have personal differences with people, but don’t assume that everyone feels the same as you. Especially while in a professional setting.” Irritation had completely taken over your face at this point, and Lua had the good sense to look embarrassed.

”If you ask me, Mira is a great person who has a lot to offer; even outside of being an idol. Sure she’s different, but different doesn’t mean difficult. It just means maybe you need more time to understand her.” You found yourself somewhat surprised by your own words. They came out with just the right amount of conviction, and without hesitation. 

“You-you’re right…” She managed to stutter out, her face now flushed from shame. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” She muttered before scurrying off to busy herself with something else. Hopefully, she realized there were more important things to do before a stadium performance than gossip. Speaking of important things, you still needed to do Mira’s makeup before sound check. You quickly gathered your supplies and made your way towards the dressing rooms. Little did you know a certain someone had overheard your conversation.

Mira was used to people viewing her as problematic or rebellilious; such labels had followed her all her life. Whether it was her family or her classmates, people always seemed to keep their distance whenever she was her real self. As time went on she had gotten pretty good at pretending to be unbothered by it, but deep down insecurity still quietly ate at her.

But this new feeling that was spreading through her chest wasn’t one she was at all familiar with. She sat in her white robe looking at herself in the mirror trying to figure out what to say when she saw you. Yes she had heard your conversation with Lua, but more importantly, she had heard you defend her. You had spoken so confidently about her being a person worth getting to know. However, what really struck her was what you said about being different isn’t the same as being difficult. That sentence had hit closer to home than she'd like to admit.

She had rarely felt truly seen by the people around her. Of course there was Rumi, Zoey, and even Bobby, but that was really it. Even after making it big, her family hadn't ever reached out to reconnect. But for you, someone who had nothing to gain from defending her to stand up for her the way you did. Well, it had Mira’s face flushing and heart racing in a way she had never experienced before. Honestly, she was at a complete loss as to how to handle these unfamiliar feelings.

Unfortunately, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. A polite voice came through from the other side, asking to be let in. So much for having more time before having to face you.

From the moment you walked in, you had noticed Mira was acting noticeably off. She was oddly jumpy, and every time your faces were close together she'd avert her eyes. Which was extremely odd considering how everyone knew about the idol’s uncanny habit of instictually staring people down instinctively. Furthermore, every time your back was turned you could feel her gaze boring into your figure. It never felt hateful but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t making you a little worried. The next hour or so passed in an awkward silence, only occasionally broken by routine questions from you regarding details and color choices. Such questions were met with quiet grunts and small nods. However, as when you were putting on the finishing touches that you noticed something else.

Mira’s cheeks and neck were flushed a deep, rosy red. If you weren’t so close, you would’ve thought it was just the blush you’d applied. However, the natural redness on the tips of her ears gave her away. She was obviously flustered, but why? A few moments passed as you had unconsciously begun staring at her face. Eventually, Mira turned to look at you as if to question your lack of movement, but was surprised to find you staring at her. Your focused gaze made the heat in her face grow even hotter as you two firmly locked eyes.

The silence continued to stretch as the two of you stared at each other. Mira found her gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. Your realization of this caused your face to also erupt in heat and color. The tension in the room quickly took on a new edge. However, before things could go any further the moment was suddenly interrupted .

“Mira, sound check is in five!” The stage manager’s voice boomed from outside the door. The unexpected noise caused both of you to jump apart in surprise. You and Mira were both obviously startled, yet oddly relieved by the sudden interruption.

After a moment, Mira gathered herself before finally turning to face you. Her face had returned to its naturally unbothered state.  However, traces of red were still visible on the tips of her ears. The corner of her lips twitched as if wanting to open and say something, but nothing came out. 

"Thank you for your hard work." The words sounded somewhat strained as they left the idol's mouth. They also sounded uncharastically formal to your ears. You gave her a nod of acknowledge, but as you continued to examine her features you could tell she wanted to say something more. Of course, you had no idea just how right you were.

Mira couldn't help kicking herself internally for not being able to talk you normally. She wanted to tell you how much she appreciated the way you stood up for her earlier. But no matter how hard she tried, the words kept getting caught in her throat. After another minute or two, she realized that expressing herself properly would be impossible in this moment.

Instead she settles for a short, semi-formal bow before swiftly walking out of the room; leaving you standing in silence of words left unsaid. In the wake of Mira's absence, you realized just how intensely your heart was beating; the rhythm thrumming in your ears.

Throughout the duration of the performance, you were left with little to do but watch the performance from backstage. You had always loved watching HUNTR/X perform, but this time something was different. Without realizing it your gaze was almost permanently fixed on the main dancer. An utterly enchanted expression had settled across your features. To onlookers it seemed as if you'd watch her forever, and deep down…they just might be right.

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Manager Mayhem

Saja Boys x Manager!Reader

*Reader is meant to be gender neutral

You never would have imagined that your life would be so…eventful. Of course you expected to work hard at your job, but you hadn’t expected to feel so fulfilled. The K-Pop industry was a notoriously competitive and temperamental one, but you had known that going in. Meticulously, you worked your way up the ladder; often enduring condescending superiors and difficult clients alike.

Years of effort finally paid off when you were officially assigned to be the manager of an up and coming boy group called the Saja Boys. This was it, your big break, and you were gonna make the most of it. You went into this assignment with a reignited passion you hadn’t felt in while. However, nothing could have prepared you for what was to come.

The next few months had passed in an absolute blur of scheduling promotions, interviews, and tv appearances; pretty standard stuff really. However, the unique nature of the Saja Boys definitely created a rather unorthodox situation.

Admittedly, you were a little put off by the fact that there was no record of any of the members prior to them signing with your agency and being assigned to you. None of them had participated in survival shows or any known programs. This considerably limited what you had to work with in terms of planning their path forward as a group.

Fortunately for you, they already worked incredibly well as a unit, and had a level of synchronization most groups only dreamed of. This eliminated the need for you to recreate that component of the trainee process. One less thing for you to worry about.

Unfortunately, this relief was pretty short lived. You nearly had a heart attack when you opened your phone on your lunch break. Sure, you and Jinu had discussed a ‘flash-mob’ type performance to introduce their debut song “Soda Pop”, but no concrete plans had been made. Yet there they were, on a random day, performing to their hearts’ content and your dismay. You had half a mind to call Jinu and give him a piece of your mind. That is until you saw the traction that both the song and the Saja Boys were getting.

This could be good, you decided, and almost immediately began making arrangements for an official music and multiple dance practice videos. Of course, you still chewed the boys out about acting independently of the agency without permission. But you also reluctantly acknowledged that they had done a good job  kickstarting their careers this way. Now, the real work could begin.

The last couple of months were a matter of fundamental and PR work. You had also sadly realized that despite their ability to work a crowd, some of the guys were obviously not properly media trained. Specifically Chin-Hae, whom you had to scold on multiple occasions for barking or growling at interviews.

You also had to remind Young-Jae not to allow himself to look so bored during meet and greets, or Mun-Hee not to snap at staff when they made innocent mistakes. Dae-won was actually pretty well behaved minus his tendency to show up to dance practices already sweating from hours at the gym.

Jinu initially appeared to be the only one who was somewhat normal. That is, until you realized just how outdated he was. You had to sit down and explain social media algorithms to him, as well as the crucial fact that online presence was imperative to their success.

Safe to say you’ve experienced a considerable amount of trial and error working with these guys. And despite their quirkiness, you’ve found the experience rather  rewarding and grown quite fond of the your idols. Little did you know just how mutual your feelings were.

The Saja Boys knew they had a job to do, and you were just a tool to help them succeed; at least at first. They had initially tried to keep you at arms length, thinking they only needed you as a manager in title only. However, they quickly realized they were in way over their heads and had no idea how to navigate the K-pop industry. They had begrudgingly come to accept the fact that they needed you and your skills as a manager.

At first, it was primarily Jinu, who communicated with you due to him being better at interacting with humans. However, they each found themselves spending one on one time with you at some point or another. They also noticed your attentiveness, not just regarding their careers but towards them as people.

You had gone out of your way to ensure Mun-Hee didn’t experience unnecessary hair damage during the shooting of a shampoo commercial by having them remove the harmful UV lights. 

Dae-won noticed how you defended his right to take time off from going to the gym when he was feeling drained. Even if it meant turning down a job offer from a perfume company, who insisted on an impossible workout schedule if he wanted to model for them.

Young-Jae silently watched as you talked to Jinu about making sure his deeper voice and rapping skills were showcased, and he wasn’t reduced to simply being “the cute one”.

You always made it a point to ensure Chin-Hae was comfortable. Making sure he could step away whenever the attention became too much.

Lastly, Jinu observed as you paid each of his members such careful attention despite their initial standoffishness and hesitance to cooperate with you.

Without realizing it, they had each grown addicted to your attention and care. More and more, they found themselves instinctively seeking you out and wanting to spend more time with you. Of course, they each went about this in their own unique way. This collective increased need for attention sometimes made it feel more like you were running a daycare than managing an idol group. Unbeknownst to you, the “kids” were demons in disguise who were becoming increasingly obsessed with you by the day. Before you knew it, the nature of their advances had become more intimate.

Jinu began reaching out to you more frequently to ask for your input on song lyrics, which more often than not, were noticeably romantic or even explicit in nature. Over time he had become increasingly fond of seeing your cheeks flush, as you attempted to keep your composure while reviewing the suggestive words.

Dae-won had begun to initiate more and more physical contact with you. It was often in such a way that you could feel his chiseled physique pressed against you. He also started showing off significantly more during dance practice.

Mun-Hee became incredibly insistent that you be present at more of his modeling jobs; especially ones where the majority of his body is on display. You also started catching him staring at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place, but never failed to leave your heart racing. 

The remaining two were arguably more subtle with their affections, but just as consistent.

Chin-Hae took a liking to looming in your vicinity. You would feel his shadow towering over you at random times when you were trying to work. He also adopted the habit of staring down anyone who attempted to interrupt his time with you. His gaze was so intense that it usually scared off anybody who came too close.

Young-Jae simply aimed to be in your presence whenever he could. Most days, he  would perch himself on the corner of your desk while you worked, or take to sitting next to you whenever the opportunity presented itself. Oftentimes, no  words would be exchanged, the sounds of his tablet or Nintendo switch comfortably filling the silence.

All of these little habits had become increasingly apparent to you, and honestly, you found yourself at a loss. At first you had simply tried to ignore it, but it soon became obvious that this wouldn’t work. Next, you tried gently redirecting their attention elsewhere. Sometimes even encouraging them to pursue other people;; this of course was also unsuccessful. It wasn’t even that you didn’t find them attractive; it was actually almost embarrassing how drawn you were to them. They each had a powerful yet unique, almost supernatural allure. But you were their manager and engaging in a romantic relationship with any of them; let alone all of them would be highly unprofessional. However the more they made their affections known, the less you found yourself caring about professionalism.

It all came to a head during an after hours mixer at the main agency building. The drinks were flowing and the atmosphere was jovial. You even had a few drinks yourself but were definitely still very much aware of your surroundings. Despite this you hadn’t seemed to notice the five pairs of eyes that were staring daggers at your colleague, who was chatting and obviously flirting with you.

The conversation had been light and playful with the occasional flirty compliment directed towards you. You hadn’t really minded, after all it was all in good fun. But unbeknownst to you, someone else in the room felt differently, and was about to make his opinion known.

You now found yourself pinned against the wall inside one of the break rooms. You were face to face with Chin-Hae, who was staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as primal. His grip on your waist was tight and possessive; a low growl rumbling in his throat.

He had grabbed you out of nowhere and dragged you out of the main office area. You had tried to protest or ask questions, but he had simply ignored you. 

Chin-Hae hadn’t meant to snap, truly. However, he reached the end of his rope when he saw your colleague lean in and whisper something unintelligible into your ear. Before he knew it, he was moving. Something about the way this virtual stranger had made you laugh so genuinely triggered something deep inside him.

As he made his way down the hallway, all he could think about was getting you alone; away from them. Eventually, he had pulled you into one of the break rooms where you now found yourself in this strangely intimate predicament.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he swiftly leaned in close; so close you could feel his breath brush against your lips. You considered pushing him away but ultimately didn’t. Deep down, you wanted this; even if you weren’t quite ready to admit it yet. Chin-Hae took this acceptance of his proximity as a silent sign of approval, and eagerly closed the distance. 

The kiss was rough and somewhat clumsy, but in an a way you found endearing way. However, there was an undeniable possessiveness to it. You could feel it in the way his grip tightened around your waist, pulling your body even closer. His teeth began to nibble on your bottom lip; another growl escaping him. By the time he pulled away you were left breathless, heart beating wildly. However, it immediately stopped when you heard him utter one word: ours. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps drew your attention towards the door, where all the other members now stood watching. 

Embarrassment filled you as you realized they had seen everything. Just the thought alone was enough to make you want to disappear on the spot. Although, something in their stares was enough to wash away that shame. Instead, a pleasurable shiver made its way up your spine. On the other hand, what really caught your attention was their eyes; they were glowing. Four pairs of glowing, bright yellow eyes burrowed into your figure. It was impossible to dismiss the way they looked at you; the undeniable emotion that filled their eyes. It was the same possessiveness you had seen with Chin-Hae mere moments ago.

The four men slowly moved towards you. They approached like a pack of wolves would approach their prey. You could practically feel your heart racing as Jinu came to the forefront. Your eyes met and you found yourself frozen in place. So much so that, you barely noticed when Chin-Hae’s arm slipped from your waist. He now stood with the rest of his group mates, a flicker of bright amber visible through the tresses of his hair.

Jinu stepped out, away from the others and strode towards you; his expression serious but not angry. The two of you now stood, chests practically touching as he looked down at you. You probably should have been scared or at the very least unnerved, but you weren’t. You found yourself completely enraptured by those luminous eyes. The room was completely silent save for the sudden sound of your breath hitching. The male in front of you had taken your chin between his fingers, bringing his face closer to yours in the process. He looked you over, taking in your entranced expression; a smirk creeping onto his face as he took in your wide eyes and flushed face. He hadn’t exactly approved of Chin-Hae’s sudden and abrasive actions, but now felt it had been worth it to see you like this.

”He’s right, you know.” Jinu’s voice came out low and smooth, as his gaze continued to roam your features. You blinked a few times, your brain trying to put together what he was talking about. A soft “what?” escaped your lips, which earned a few quiet chuckles from the other men in the room. Jinu also let out an amused huff at your reaction.

”You’re ours.” The words were matter of fact, said with a confidence that few would dare question. They made your heart hammer harder in your chest. Not only because of the meaning behind them or how they were said, but because you knew they were true. You’re not sure when this had become the case, but honestly, did it really matter? You glanced past Jinu to look at the other boys, almost as if searching for reassurance that this was the true consensus among them.

Mun-Hee had a look that was a mix of condescending affection and smugness. He was looking at you how one would look when fawning over a puppy. Dae-won’s expression was one of barely restrained predatory desire. He looked ready to pounce and devour you whole.

Young-Jae’s eyes were lidded with a small smile etched onto his face. The smile is just wide enough for you to get a glimpse of his now more pronounced canines. Chin-Hae’s face appeared rather neutral at first glance, but you knew better. Through the tresses of his hair you could see his eyes, which held unwavering adoration.

Jinu noticed the change in direction of your gaze, and followed it. He quickly realized that you were looking for some sort of confirmation of their feelings for you.

”Don’t worry, pretty girl. All of us are on the same page with this.” He refused to let you doubt their shared affections for you. Once again he grabbed your chin, and directed your attention back to him. He had seen a brief hesitance in your eyes, but was relieved to find that flicker of insecurity had now vanished.

You wanted this. You wanted to be theirs; almost desperately so. Both your body and soul craved them, and now you could clearly see this desire was clearly reciprocated. Months of yearning and unspoken words had inevitably led to this moment. You looked at each of them again, and you knew, you were ready to give in. Unable to find the right words, you simply followed your instincts.

You gently wrapped your arms around the man before you. Your body lovingly pressed against his, your ear resting on his chest. Your eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction as you heard his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. After a moment, you felt Jinu relax and return your embrace. A sigh of relief escaped past his lips, as the other quietly approached the two of you. They didn’t physically join the embrace but they encircled you, and you found comfort in their collective presence.

You could still feel their sharp, possessive stares but now you reveled in it. This was where you belonged now. Surrounded by these men who adored you, and now claimed for their own.

*Note: I’m so sorry I didn’t give the others enough attention. Unfortunately, that’s just how it turned out. I like to view it as good practice for future poly/harem-style oneshots. Feel free to leave comments or requests for what you would like to see next.

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Saja Boys: SFW & NSFW Headcanons

SFW/General

Mystery is definitely an introvert and probably neurodivergent. He’ll probably need someone to keep an eye on him, and help him when he gets overstimulated.

Mystery wasn’t socialized much when he was a human. He had a fondness for animals, and was a gentle soul at heart, but didn’t fare well when it came to connecting to other people.

I feel like Abby sometimes needs to be reminded to shower after he works out. He has become basically nose blind to the smell of sweat, and it’s the bane of the other boys' existence; especially Romance.

None of the Saja Boys would react well to a spider or any type of bug being in their living space. They would all be shrieking, not screaming, shrieking in panic at the mere sight of the insect. Ultimately, it’s Jinu who has to remove or kill the bug, with the other boys perching on various pieces of furniture waiting for the “threat” to be dealt with.

Romance sleeps in a mud mask with cucumber slices over his eyes. He also wakes up earlier than everyone else so that he can remove it without anyone seeing him. Unfortunately, one time he accidentally scared Abby in the middle of the night when they both ended up in the kitchen. Safe to say the latter still gets nightmares.

Romance owns a custom satin robe with a furred collar and cuffs. It even has R.S. or Romance embroidered on it. Baby and Abby definitely give him grief about it but he couldn’t care less.

NSFW

Abby loves quickies with you. This man can barely keep his hands to himself under normal circumstances, but there are some things that just get him going. 

Baby loves receiving oral from his partner. It’s not that he doesn’t like giving but something about seeing you on your knees for him just does something to him. When he’s close he’ll grab the sides of your head, and start bucking into your throat.

Romance strikes me as a voyeur. Specifically, when it involves Abby and you. However, he’s perfectly content watching you touch yourself. He loves seeing spread out and vulnerable, chasing that high that he knows he could give you easily. But you just look so pretty when you pleasure yourself.

Both Romance and Mystery love mirror sex. They find it very enjoyable and intimate. Romance loves making eye contact with you in the mirror. Meanwhile, Mystery prefers to simply watch your expressions and reactions; even if y’all aren’t explicitly making eye contact.

Sex with Mystery always comes with some sort of mark. Usually a bite mark or hickey of some kind. Occasionally fingerprints from him gripping your hips too hard. He doesn’t do it on purpose, however, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing his marks on you afterwards.

Jinu is a pretty balanced switch, who only leans dominant ever so slightly. He tends to be rather gentle with you; unless you express a desire to be treated otherwise. However, when he does bottom this man will whimper and beg. Regardless of his role in the moment, Jinu enjoys edging; both giving and receiving.

When Jinu is close to finishing he will mumble sweet nothings in your ear. He’ll talk about how good you feel and how lucky he is to have you. He also tends to opt for the two of you to cum together, or at least for you to cum first.

Mystery tends to be less vocal than some of the others. He will mainly grunt and growl during sex; with your name occasionally passing through his lips. Mystery prefers positions like doggystyle and prone bone; mainly because of his more animalistic tendencies. 

Body worship and praise are two of Romance’s biggest turn ons; he loves that shit. He will treat you with the utmost reverence; regardless of your body type. He loves when you praise him; it doesn’t really matter what it’s for. Honestly, praise is probably the quickest way to get him in the mood.

Abby really enjoys cowgirl and reverse cowgirl; the former more so than the latter. The way you bounce on top of him is nothing short of entrancing. He loves watching you work for it while he lazily grips your hips with his large hands.

Romance loves seeing you in lingerie and finds it very arousing when you’re wearing it for him. The way that the lace sits snug against your skin and the design accentuates your figure has him weak.

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What one shot would y’all like to see

Saja Boys x Manager!Reader

Mira x Makeup Artist!Reader

Mira x Abby x Romance x Backup Dancer!Reader

Jinu x Rumi x Stylist!Reader

Zoey x K-Pop Idol!Reader

Voting ended onJul 11, 2025

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K-Pop Demon Hunters: General Headcanons

TW: Mentions of Self-harm, Body dysmorphia

Romance has an extensive skin care routine. Yes, yes I know that the glamour spell would eliminate the need for this but Romance goes the extra mile. I believe this is partially because he views himself as the main visual of the group, and he takes great pride in that fact. However, it’s also because he’s somewhat jealous of Mystery’s naturally healthy, dewy skin; not that he’ll never admit this.

It can easily be inferred from the film that Mira is the problem child/black sheep of her family, and I feel like this affected her a lot more than she lets on.

Also I think Mira had a personal experience of trusting a demon and getting betrayed in the past. I don’t know, there was something about how aggressive she was about killing demons without any sort distinction; even in broad daylight.

Mystery is incredibly insecure about his natural fangs. Actually, I think he’s pretty insecure about his entire face, and that’s part of why he has his hair styled the way it is.

Baby has the most atrocious side eye in history. Like if looks could kill, the rest of the Saja Boys would have been dead long ago; along with other countless unfortunate souls.

Baby definitely has a habit of bullying Abby for being more brawn than brain. Most of the time the comments fly over the latter's head. However on the occasion that Abby does notice the slight, he gets defensive and explains how his body is a temple.

Since a young age, Rumi has suffered from body dysmorphia due to her insecurity regarding her marks. She even used to scratch at her arms when the dysmorphia became unbearable. As she got older, she stopped scratching as frequently but occasionally has flare ups/episodes.

I firmly believe that all demons in KDH suffer from body dysmorphia to some extent.

Abby works out very frequently, mostly because he finds it to be a good distraction and it also makes him feel better about himself and his body.

Zoey was definitely the type of girl who planned weddings for/with every guy she’s had a crush on in her life. She also rotates hyperfixations pretty frequently, and is a huge fan of DIY. 

Rumi obviously has a very strong sense of right and wrong; for better or worse. I think this is partially because of her hybrid lineage, and because of her upbringing. We see this when she repeatedly expresses discomfort singing Takedown.

I feel like Jinu might be prone to self harm due to the immense guilt he feels over his past actions. He would probably view it as a form of deserved self-punishment for his selfishness. However realistically speaking, Gwi-ma values Jinu too much to risk him harming himself, so he is careful with how often he whispers in Jinu’s ear or shows him his memories.

I think when Zoey’s family lived in America, she found comfort in listening to K-Pop since it helped feel just a little more connected to her culture. 

I feel like Mystery finds animals who are largely considered ugly really cute. He relates to them in regards to being misunderstood because of one’s appearance.

Baby Saja’s name was decided due to his cute, childlike appearance, but I also think he’s the youngest of the Saja Boys. He just gives me the vibes of being the closest to the modern era.

Romance definitely watches telenovelas as well as Korean and Thai Dramas. Honestly, he might even give Love Island a try if he gets the chance.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading. Remember to send in any requests, and I hope you all have a fantastic day. P.S. I’ll probably follow this up with romantic Headcanons or oneshots. So stay tuned!

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This is the list of fandoms that I will write for. However, I can’t promise I’ll be able to write for every character. Feel free to send any requests, and I will try my best.

Twisted Wonderland

HTTYD

Ikemen Sengoku

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Revolution

Nanbaka

Attack on Titan

K Project

Wind Breaker

Tokyo Revengers

High & Low

Death Note

Marvel(MCU)

Young Justice(some other DCU characters)

Naruto

One Piece

Bleach(limited)

Kamisama Kiss

Fruits Basket

Assassination Classroom

Kuroko no Basket

Record of Ragnarok

Lego Monkie Kid

Lego Ninjago

Cookie Run Kingdom

Hypnosis Mic

Bungo Stray Dogs

Sinners

Twilight

Visual Prison

K-Pop Demon Hunters

X-Men

Magi/Adventures of Sinbad

Power Rangers

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime

Avatar the Last Airbender

Legend of Korra

James Cameron Avatar

Trigun/Trigun Stampede

Kaiju No.8

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fairy Tail

Bucchigiri

Peaky Blinders

Alice in Borderland

Genshin Impact

HunterxHunter

Blue Exorcist

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu!

Skate the Infinity

Yuri on Ice

Diabolik Lovers

Vampire Knight

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Moriarty the Patriot

Black Butler

Kuroko no Basket

Idolish7

Crows Zero

Arcane

Hellsing

Hellsing Ultimate

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