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hi, I have an idea for a… fic? Work? Piece? Whatever u call it!
Basically, Sunday plays piano, right?
now pair that piano with a cello! (Reader plays cello, basically)
i’m assuming Sunday practices at night, so it could be like Reader waking up for a midnight snack, hearing Sunday play, and grabbing their cello to play with Sunday as well. (AFTER THE SNACK, OBVIOUSLY!)
If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine! <3
Thank you for the req anon! I havent picked up an instrument in a long time now that i think abt it. This one was fun to write!
Dual Tune (ft. AE Sunday)
Fluff, robin and gopher wood mention, i have no clue how a cello works..
Tonight had been rather uneventful, which was nothing short of rare for the Nameless. You went to bed extra early despite not having anything important planned for tomorrow- it was that wave of drowsiness that hits after you sneeze six times in a row that made you decide to call it a night even though its hours before your bed time. A little nap before dinner was ready cant hurt, you had assumed.
Well, apparently that ‘little’ nap turned into full blown hibernation. You must’ve looked extra tired because nobody had the heart to wake you up for dinner. That, or nobody cared to come check- it was probably the first one though, in your experience.
You dont mind getting some extra hours of shut eye, except now you’ve just woken yourself up- your stomach is growling like crazy just because it’s skipped ONE meal. One. You groan, trying going back to sleep- fluffing the pillow and turning to your side- it doesnt really help. You realized you should probably do something about your empty stomach before it ruins a good night’s sleep. A midnight snack would do the trick.
You sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your face before begrudgingly getting up with movements so sluggish it’d make a snail proud. Was leaving the confines of your warm and soft bed really worth it? The fridge better have something real good. Hopefully the conductor isnt awake..
You padded your bare feet across the cold, smooth floors of the Express- far too lazy to locate where your shoes were as you had launched them across the room before you went to bed. (Why did you do that?) You were on your way to the kitchen, still half asleep when you hear the phonograph playing.
Wait- no, that cant be it. You halt your steps. The phonograph should be off at this hour. Is someone up? Mr. Yang, maybe?
“A ghost?” You whisper to yourself, half in jest but somehow still manage to make your body shiver at ridiculous the idea.
At least you’re fully awake now, you thought as you narrow your eyes, trying to focus on the tune. It sounded like less like a phonograph and more like a piano. Ah, yes. The piano.. the one literally nobody ever touches because nobody knows how to play it. You dont either.
..That was how you found Sunday playing the piano in.. what, three in the morning? The newest member. He seemed a bit dramatic at times in your opinion, and he had tried to kill your friends (rough start, huh?), but they didnt seem to mind and then again- he had a silent melancholy to him that made you unable to hate him for long. He was soft spoken too. You shifted in place, entranced by the way he plays.
Didnt he used to be head of the Oak Family? You’d expect him to excel at doing paperwork in an epic fashion, not whatever this is. The way he plays captures your attention without even trying. From the way his slender fingers danced across the keys in the dark- his backdrop being the very stars outside the express window, twinkling as if giving its own applause endlessly. From the way his body follows the dip of the keys to the way he pushes the keys itself- sometimes feather light and sometimes hard with impact, all accompanying the flowing tune. He plays with so much raw emotion it’s breathtakingly beautiful. Every note was controlled and deliberate, yet each one came from deep within the soul.
So this is magic. How wonderful- this is magic in action. And Im here to witness it.
You had no idea you were holding your breath and that you hadn’t moved an inch from the doorway until Sunday finished his song. Neither of you moved, letting the moment sink in. Sunday hadnt even noticed you were behind him, far too absorbed with whats in front of him.
He barely stops himself from flinching when you start awkwardly clapping. His wing twitches, and you can see a faint blush of embarrassment forming in the dim lighting. Sunday turns around to face you.
“Oh, its.. you.” He says, unsure of how to greet you. It was an ungodly hour to run into someone after all. Had he been playing too loud? “Sorry, did I disturb your slumber?”
“Huh? No no- no, you didnt.” You shook your head at the misunderstanding. “I was just passing by- um.”
“Ah- thats a relief. My apologies, I tend to get.. carried away. When playing, I mean.” Sunday gave you a sheepish smile. Maybe its the lighting, but he looks impossibly soft. Softer than he did when he was still with the Oak Family, anyway.
You understand how he feels however. “Pfft. What’re you apologizing for, Sunny?” You wave your hand dismissively. “Its called getting in the zone- thats like, when you play best. Its a good thing if you ask me, not everyone can make their mind focus like that.”
There was a moment of silence, and you internally wonder if it was the nickname that threw him off.
Sunday slowly starts to nod, almost contemplative at first. “Hm.. getting in the zone. Yes, thats.. actually a perfect way to describe it.”
“Right??” You cant help the grin spreading across your face. It was one of those grins that only come when you’re talking to someone on the same page as you. “So you play the piano, huh? Finally.”
“Finally?” Sunday asked, puzzled.
You point to yourself proudly. “I play the cello.” You state. “Its hard to talk about music in depth with people who dont play an instrument. I finally found my people, yknow?”
“I understand.” Sunday nods again, a faint smile returning to his face. “Although, pardon me if this sounds invasive, but.. why are you up at this hour?”
“I’d ask you the same thing-” You quickly became self aware of your hello kitty pjs and just how stupid you must look right now. How embarrassing. As for the nail in the coffin- your stomach rumbles loudly as if reminding you of your original mission, earning you a curious stare. “I was just.. getting a midnight snack, ok? Is that so strange?”
“Not at all. In that case, please, dont let me hold you.”
“You arent.” Alright, you felt a little mean. “Want to come grab a bite with me? Since you’re already here.” You ask, and the halovian in front of you seemed unsure.
“Cmon. I do it all the time! The conductor wouldnt take it to heart even if they catch us.” You assure, which is a half truth. Pompom would definitely go on a rant about how everyone is supposed to be asleep by now, but that’s never stopped you from doing it again. You’re an expert snack thief too- you’ve only ever gotten caught red handed twice!
“Alright, then.” Sunday stands, smoothing out his clothes. “I suppose it wont hurt anyone.”
Maybe it’d hurt the Trailblazer since its their secret snack stash, but Sunday didnt need to know that. There was more than enough to go around regardless, so you’ve always considered yourself to be ‘helping’ the Trailblazer finish the stash off. How nice of you!
You found yourself absentmindedly humming the same melodious tune Sunday had been playing earlier as you munched on your stolen snacks.
“The song you played earlier.” You start, “It sounded classy.”
Sunday nods. “Thats right. Its a classical piece.”
“Do you only play classic pieces? I once knew a guy who did that- he insisted everything else was just a hodgepodge of random noises.” You grin.
“A hodgepodge of random noises.” Sunday echos carefully, a small frown gracing his features. “No, each kind of melody has it’s own kind of beauty, doesn’t it? And to answer your question, I do play more than just classic pieces.”
“Oh?” You raise a brow. He didnt seem like the type to do so.
“Is there something you would like to hear on the piano?” He asks politely.
You answer with your own question; “Think a cello will sound good with a piano?”
Sunday blinks. “You want to play with me?”
“If you’d allow me to. I’ve got a bunch of scores in my room- its been collecting dust. I just didnt feel like playing an instrument of any kind without anyone else.”
It was a personal thing on your end. You used to dream of creating a band of some sort. Playing by yourself in an empty room just made you feel lonely and sad.
“..Of course. I havent played with someone in so long..” There was a wistful tone in Sunday’s voice. A longing of sorts.
Robin..
“Same here.” You nod in agreement. Hopefully you havent gotten too rusty.
And so you two make your way back to the piano. You made a trip back to your room to grab your cello and a bunch of scores, wincing when you almost dropped everything in the wake of your enthusiasm. Luckily everything made it in one piece and you didn’t accidentally wake up the entire express crew.
You and Sunday sat together sifting through the different options before you. Honestly you forgot some of these even existed at all- a majority of them were handed down to you so they were crinkled and the ink on it faded with time. You knew quite a lot of fellow musicians as a child, it was what got you into music in the first place- being raised by songs. Several sheets brought some good and bitter memories.
“This one! I remember this one.” You cant help but crack a smile at the frail, ancient sheet in your hands. The corners on that thing looked like it had been thoroughly chewed by a dog, but the content itself remain whole- much to your delight. “This was my first score. Like. Ever. I was so excited when I got it!”
“Is that so? Do you want to play this one, then?” Sunday asks, peering over you to study the notes with careful concentration.
“Mm why not. Its not exactly written for piano though. You up for the challenge Sunny?”
“Please dont worry about me. I’ll be alright.”
“Then this one it is.” You held up the sheet, enthusiastic.
Neither of you played with complete confidence at first. A hint of waver was there, despite it’s subtly. As the song progressed and picked up however, the two of you fell into perfect sync- fell into the zone.
You wondered if the old hags back at home would be jealous- they’d kill to have a partner like Sunday. Because you quickly found out something about him while playing- he was rather accommodating. You liked to be creative with your playing- go off script a bit or add some flair. When you did so, he responded in like. It was a conversation between two instruments, the notes dancing around one another joyfully.
The wondrous sound of music filled the near vacant room, giving the place an illusion of liveliness and warmth. The cello’s sound chases it’s feather light piano counterpart, weaving and intertwining in the air- playful, almost, with how they responded to one another. You and Sunday played like there was an audience, like the shadows casted by the furniture strewn about were spectating your duet, holding their baited breaths all waiting for the peak of the song to hit and awe them all- make them speechless despite shadows not even being able to speak in the first place. You missed whatever feeling this was- you haven’t experienced it in ages- the exhilarating intensity of a truly remarkable performance on the grandest of stages.
At last the song comes to an end. Only then did you finally allow yourself to relax, exhaling slowly with satisfaction. Sunday lets his fingers rest gently on the keys, never pressing down on it- doing so hurts the keys, Gopher Wood had said.
“That was actually sick as hell! Hey, we make an awesome team..” You say, shattering the silent aftermath of the song. “..Sunday? What’s wrong?”
Sunday jolts out of his thoughts. Offering you a small smile. “Hm? Ah, its nothing.” He hesitates, then continues. “This just.. brings back some old memories, thats all.”
“Old.. memories.” You frown. “Good ones, I hope.”
He laughs quietly. “Of course, good ones indeed.”
“Did you used to preform or something? Dont tell me I reminded you of your superstar era.” You ask.
“Not at all, I dont.” Sunday shook his head. “Its my sister who preforms. ..We used to hold imaginary concerts like this.”
Oh. You thought. He must miss her with everything thats gone down in Penacony. Now you felt bad for asking. What a way to rub salt on a fresh wound, yikes.
“Um.” You start, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. Your eyes scan the room. “Uh. Wanna.. go again? Do another one?” You jab your thumb at the scores scattered on the table not far from you.
Sunday offers you a gentle smile as if reassuring you that you’ve done nothing wrong. “In that case- lets keep looking through that pile.”
———
Since the express technically is either docked on a planet or floating out in the middle of the sea of stars, theres no fixed day-night cycle for the crew to follow solely based on the location of a ‘sun’. Thats why alarms were so useful- they provided a fixed time to wake up and get a new day started.
And speaking of alarm, it had just rung its head off not too long ago, so you’d know its about time everyone started filing out of their rooms.
Out in the hall, March groans and rubs her eyes. Her pink hair was disheveled with several sides sticking out as if she’d gotten struck by lightning on a particularly stormy day.
“Mmnnhgg… I couldnt sleep at all last night..” She whines, yawning.
Dan Heng hummed thoughtfully. He looked far more put together than he should given how early it was. “I thought I heard music last night.”
“OH AEONS ABOVE THANK GOD,” Trailblazer threw their hands in the air, butting in uninvited.
“ACK! Quit yelling! You’re giving me a migraine!”
“Hush March- like I said, I thought I was going crazy I kept hearing stuff..”
You and Sunday just happened to have overheard the grumbling ahead, and promptly turned to look at one another at the same time. He looked guilty.
You cleared your throat. “Whoops..”
“I suppose we played too loud..” Sunday winces.
“AHA! SO THE NOISE CAME FROM YOU TWO!” A familiar voice sounded from behind the both of you, making you and Sunday stiffen.
You gulp, turning around slowly. “..Good morning, conductor.”
“Pom-pom didnt get a good night’s sleep at all!! You two are being put on cleaning duty, I hope you know that!!” Pom-pom jabs a stubby paw at the two culprits before them, fuming.
“..I sincerely apologize, conductor-”
“ARGH!!! Caught.. red handed.. I hate cleaning.. sniff.”
So perhaps playing at night was not the best idea after all. Yet despite being in trouble, you and Sunday shared a quiet laugh. The conductor just hadn’t seen you and Sunday’s jaw dropping performance yet- thats the only reason they’re so grumpy about it. You’re a hundred percent sure!
Just you wait. You secretly thought. Oh, just you wait.
Guess what instrument i used to play :p
Anyway, this was a perfect chance to practice being more descriptive but i cant even think of a synonym for the word ‘said’. ..Is my writing career over?
hi, I have an idea for a… fic? Work? Piece? Whatever u call it!
Basically, Sunday plays piano, right?
now pair that piano with a cello! (Reader plays cello, basically)
i’m assuming Sunday practices at night, so it could be like Reader waking up for a midnight snack, hearing Sunday play, and grabbing their cello to play with Sunday as well. (AFTER THE SNACK, OBVIOUSLY!)
If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine! <3
Thank you for the req anon! I havent picked up an instrument in a long time now that i think abt it. This one was fun to write!
Dual Tune (ft. AE Sunday)
Fluff, robin and gopher wood mention, i have no clue how a cello works..
Tonight had been rather uneventful, which was nothing short of rare for the Nameless. You went to bed extra early despite not having anything important planned for tomorrow- it was that wave of drowsiness that hits after you sneeze six times in a row that made you decide to call it a night even though its hours before your bed time. A little nap before dinner was ready cant hurt, you had assumed.
Well, apparently that ‘little’ nap turned into full blown hibernation. You must’ve looked extra tired because nobody had the heart to wake you up for dinner. That, or nobody cared to come check- it was probably the first one though, in your experience.
You dont mind getting some extra hours of shut eye, except now you’ve just woken yourself up- your stomach is growling like crazy just because it’s skipped ONE meal. One. You groan, trying going back to sleep- fluffing the pillow and turning to your side- it doesnt really help. You realized you should probably do something about your empty stomach before it ruins a good night’s sleep. A midnight snack would do the trick.
You sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your face before begrudgingly getting up with movements so sluggish it’d make a snail proud. Was leaving the confines of your warm and soft bed really worth it? The fridge better have something real good. Hopefully the conductor isnt awake..
You padded your bare feet across the cold, smooth floors of the Express- far too lazy to locate where your shoes were as you had launched them across the room before you went to bed. (Why did you do that?) You were on your way to the kitchen, still half asleep when you hear the phonograph playing.
Wait- no, that cant be it. You halt your steps. The phonograph should be off at this hour. Is someone up? Mr. Yang, maybe?
“A ghost?” You whisper to yourself, half in jest but somehow still manage to make your body shiver at ridiculous the idea.
At least you’re fully awake now, you thought as you narrow your eyes, trying to focus on the tune. It sounded like less like a phonograph and more like a piano. Ah, yes. The piano.. the one literally nobody ever touches because nobody knows how to play it. You dont either.
..That was how you found Sunday playing the piano in.. what, three in the morning? The newest member. He seemed a bit dramatic at times in your opinion, and he had tried to kill your friends (rough start, huh?), but they didnt seem to mind and then again- he had a silent melancholy to him that made you unable to hate him for long. He was soft spoken too. You shifted in place, entranced by the way he plays.
Didnt he used to be head of the Oak Family? You’d expect him to excel at doing paperwork in an epic fashion, not whatever this is. The way he plays captures your attention without even trying. From the way his slender fingers danced across the keys in the dark- his backdrop being the very stars outside the express window, twinkling as if giving its own applause endlessly. From the way his body follows the dip of the keys to the way he pushes the keys itself- sometimes feather light and sometimes hard with impact, all accompanying the flowing tune. He plays with so much raw emotion it’s breathtakingly beautiful. Every note was controlled and deliberate, yet each one came from deep within the soul.
So this is magic. How wonderful- this is magic in action. And Im here to witness it.
You had no idea you were holding your breath and that you hadn’t moved an inch from the doorway until Sunday finished his song. Neither of you moved, letting the moment sink in. Sunday hadnt even noticed you were behind him, far too absorbed with whats in front of him.
He barely stops himself from flinching when you start awkwardly clapping. His wing twitches, and you can see a faint blush of embarrassment forming in the dim lighting. Sunday turns around to face you.
“Oh, its.. you.” He says, unsure of how to greet you. It was an ungodly hour to run into someone after all. Had he been playing too loud? “Sorry, did I disturb your slumber?”
“Huh? No no- no, you didnt.” You shook your head at the misunderstanding. “I was just passing by- um.”
“Ah- thats a relief. My apologies, I tend to get.. carried away. When playing, I mean.” Sunday gave you a sheepish smile. Maybe its the lighting, but he looks impossibly soft. Softer than he did when he was still with the Oak Family, anyway.
You understand how he feels however. “Pfft. What’re you apologizing for, Sunny?” You wave your hand dismissively. “Its called getting in the zone- thats like, when you play best. Its a good thing if you ask me, not everyone can make their mind focus like that.”
There was a moment of silence, and you internally wonder if it was the nickname that threw him off.
Sunday slowly starts to nod, almost contemplative at first. “Hm.. getting in the zone. Yes, thats.. actually a perfect way to describe it.”
“Right??” You cant help the grin spreading across your face. It was one of those grins that only come when you’re talking to someone on the same page as you. “So you play the piano, huh? Finally.”
“Finally?” Sunday asked, puzzled.
You point to yourself proudly. “I play the cello.” You state. “Its hard to talk about music in depth with people who dont play an instrument. I finally found my people, yknow?”
“I understand.” Sunday nods again, a faint smile returning to his face. “Although, pardon me if this sounds invasive, but.. why are you up at this hour?”
“I’d ask you the same thing-” You quickly became self aware of your hello kitty pjs and just how stupid you must look right now. How embarrassing. As for the nail in the coffin- your stomach rumbles loudly as if reminding you of your original mission, earning you a curious stare. “I was just.. getting a midnight snack, ok? Is that so strange?”
“Not at all. In that case, please, dont let me hold you.”
“You arent.” Alright, you felt a little mean. “Want to come grab a bite with me? Since you’re already here.” You ask, and the halovian in front of you seemed unsure.
“Cmon. I do it all the time! The conductor wouldnt take it to heart even if they catch us.” You assure, which is a half truth. Pompom would definitely go on a rant about how everyone is supposed to be asleep by now, but that’s never stopped you from doing it again. You’re an expert snack thief too- you’ve only ever gotten caught red handed twice!
“Alright, then.” Sunday stands, smoothing out his clothes. “I suppose it wont hurt anyone.”
Maybe it’d hurt the Trailblazer since its their secret snack stash, but Sunday didnt need to know that. There was more than enough to go around regardless, so you’ve always considered yourself to be ‘helping’ the Trailblazer finish the stash off. How nice of you!
You found yourself absentmindedly humming the same melodious tune Sunday had been playing earlier as you munched on your stolen snacks.
“The song you played earlier.” You start, “It sounded classy.”
Sunday nods. “Thats right. Its a classical piece.”
“Do you only play classic pieces? I once knew a guy who did that- he insisted everything else was just a hodgepodge of random noises.” You grin.
“A hodgepodge of random noises.” Sunday echos carefully, a small frown gracing his features. “No, each kind of melody has it’s own kind of beauty, doesn’t it? And to answer your question, I do play more than just classic pieces.”
“Oh?” You raise a brow. He didnt seem like the type to do so.
“Is there something you would like to hear on the piano?” He asks politely.
You answer with your own question; “Think a cello will sound good with a piano?”
Sunday blinks. “You want to play with me?”
“If you’d allow me to. I’ve got a bunch of scores in my room- its been collecting dust. I just didnt feel like playing an instrument of any kind without anyone else.”
It was a personal thing on your end. You used to dream of creating a band of some sort. Playing by yourself in an empty room just made you feel lonely and sad.
“..Of course. I havent played with someone in so long..” There was a wistful tone in Sunday’s voice. A longing of sorts.
Robin..
“Same here.” You nod in agreement. Hopefully you havent gotten too rusty.
And so you two make your way back to the piano. You made a trip back to your room to grab your cello and a bunch of scores, wincing when you almost dropped everything in the wake of your enthusiasm. Luckily everything made it in one piece and you didn’t accidentally wake up the entire express crew.
You and Sunday sat together sifting through the different options before you. Honestly you forgot some of these even existed at all- a majority of them were handed down to you so they were crinkled and the ink on it faded with time. You knew quite a lot of fellow musicians as a child, it was what got you into music in the first place- being raised by songs. Several sheets brought some good and bitter memories.
“This one! I remember this one.” You cant help but crack a smile at the frail, ancient sheet in your hands. The corners on that thing looked like it had been thoroughly chewed by a dog, but the content itself remain whole- much to your delight. “This was my first score. Like. Ever. I was so excited when I got it!”
“Is that so? Do you want to play this one, then?” Sunday asks, peering over you to study the notes with careful concentration.
“Mm why not. Its not exactly written for piano though. You up for the challenge Sunny?”
“Please dont worry about me. I’ll be alright.”
“Then this one it is.” You held up the sheet, enthusiastic.
Neither of you played with complete confidence at first. A hint of waver was there, despite it’s subtly. As the song progressed and picked up however, the two of you fell into perfect sync- fell into the zone.
You wondered if the old hags back at home would be jealous- they’d kill to have a partner like Sunday. Because you quickly found out something about him while playing- he was rather accommodating. You liked to be creative with your playing- go off script a bit or add some flair. When you did so, he responded in like. It was a conversation between two instruments, the notes dancing around one another joyfully.
The wondrous sound of music filled the near vacant room, giving the place an illusion of liveliness and warmth. The cello’s sound chases it’s feather light piano counterpart, weaving and intertwining in the air- playful, almost, with how they responded to one another. You and Sunday played like there was an audience, like the shadows casted by the furniture strewn about were spectating your duet, holding their baited breaths all waiting for the peak of the song to hit and awe them all- make them speechless despite shadows not even being able to speak in the first place. You missed whatever feeling this was- you haven’t experienced it in ages- the exhilarating intensity of a truly remarkable performance on the grandest of stages.
At last the song comes to an end. Only then did you finally allow yourself to relax, exhaling slowly with satisfaction. Sunday lets his fingers rest gently on the keys, never pressing down on it- doing so hurts the keys, Gopher Wood had said.
“That was actually sick as hell! Hey, we make an awesome team..” You say, shattering the silent aftermath of the song. “..Sunday? What’s wrong?”
Sunday jolts out of his thoughts. Offering you a small smile. “Hm? Ah, its nothing.” He hesitates, then continues. “This just.. brings back some old memories, thats all.”
“Old.. memories.” You frown. “Good ones, I hope.”
He laughs quietly. “Of course, good ones indeed.”
“Did you used to preform or something? Dont tell me I reminded you of your superstar era.” You ask.
“Not at all, I dont.” Sunday shook his head. “Its my sister who preforms. ..We used to hold imaginary concerts like this.”
Oh. You thought. He must miss her with everything thats gone down in Penacony. Now you felt bad for asking. What a way to rub salt on a fresh wound, yikes.
“Um.” You start, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. Your eyes scan the room. “Uh. Wanna.. go again? Do another one?” You jab your thumb at the scores scattered on the table not far from you.
Sunday offers you a gentle smile as if reassuring you that you’ve done nothing wrong. “In that case- lets keep looking through that pile.”
———
Since the express technically is either docked on a planet or floating out in the middle of the sea of stars, theres no fixed day-night cycle for the crew to follow solely based on the location of a ‘sun’. Thats why alarms were so useful- they provided a fixed time to wake up and get a new day started.
And speaking of alarm, it had just rung its head off not too long ago, so you’d know its about time everyone started filing out of their rooms.
Out in the hall, March groans and rubs her eyes. Her pink hair was disheveled with several sides sticking out as if she’d gotten struck by lightning on a particularly stormy day.
“Mmnnhgg… I couldnt sleep at all last night..” She whines, yawning.
Dan Heng hummed thoughtfully. He looked far more put together than he should given how early it was. “I thought I heard music last night.”
“OH AEONS ABOVE THANK GOD,” Trailblazer threw their hands in the air, butting in uninvited.
“ACK! Quit yelling! You’re giving me a migraine!”
“Hush March- like I said, I thought I was going crazy I kept hearing stuff..”
You and Sunday just happened to have overheard the grumbling ahead, and promptly turned to look at one another at the same time. He looked guilty.
You cleared your throat. “Whoops..”
“I suppose we played too loud..” Sunday winces.
“AHA! SO THE NOISE CAME FROM YOU TWO!” A familiar voice sounded from behind the both of you, making you and Sunday stiffen.
You gulp, turning around slowly. “..Good morning, conductor.”
“Pom-pom didnt get a good night’s sleep at all!! You two are being put on cleaning duty, I hope you know that!!” Pom-pom jabs a stubby paw at the two culprits before them, fuming.
“..I sincerely apologize, conductor-”
“ARGH!!! Caught.. red handed.. I hate cleaning.. sniff.”
So perhaps playing at night was not the best idea after all. Yet despite being in trouble, you and Sunday shared a quiet laugh. The conductor just hadn’t seen you and Sunday’s jaw dropping performance yet- thats the only reason they’re so grumpy about it. You’re a hundred percent sure!
Just you wait. You secretly thought. Oh, just you wait.
Guess what instrument i used to play :p
Anyway, this was a perfect chance to practice being more descriptive but i cant even think of a synonym for the word ‘said’. ..Is my writing career over?
Gojo Satoru is notoriously known for his rebellious nature when it comes to any higher ups. That, however, doesnt mean he isnt a good listener. He can be incredibly obedient- it just takes the right person to order him around; you.
———
“No way. I dont buy you. He doesn’t even listen to principle Yaga.” Nobara crossed her arms skeptically, sitting across from you. Between you and Gojo? You were her favorite sensei.
Megumi, who’d been busy staring out the half-open window looking at nothing in particular finally butts in the conversation- “He does. He’s capable of listening, he just likes to be difficult.” He closes his eyes, sighing. Yuji pats his shoulder in sympathy.
You nod. “He does.” You echo Megumi’s statement. “If you don’t believe me, watch.”
You crank your body towards Gojo. He was currently across the room, sitting on one of the desks in the back, talking to Yaga about something he didnt seem to really care much about given how Yaga looked like he was about to pop a vein if he conversed any further with the man.
You called out to the white haired sorcerer halfheartedly. “Satoru, up?”
At the sound of your voice, he’s automatically standing up, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. He tilts his head toward you in curiosity.
“Nevermind, sit down.”
And down he goes without a complaint- no questions asked. Both Nobara and Yuji sat behind you in awe. Megumi only looked on expectantly- this wasnt the first time he’s seen something like that and he personally thinks he’s mellowed out around you two idiots to some degree.
“Actually- I change my mind, get back up again please.”
Gojo rises once more, and Yaga shoots you a puzzled look mirroring Gojo’s own.
Gojo tries to walk over, but you held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. He doesn’t move, staring at your hand from behind his blindfold. You grin at your stupid boyfriend, “You’re like an oversized puppy, you know that?” Although the statement was more towards yourself.
Yuji and Nobara sat behind you giggling, and he saunters over to ruffle their hair. “Huhh? Laughing at me? What for? Im hurt!”
You lean back in your chair, “Not gonna ask what that was about?”
“I was just getting there, actually-”
“Get back over there- Yaga’s busy drilling holes into your skull with his stare.”
“But-”
“Satoru.”
“…”
“…”
“Fine.”
As Gojo pouts and drags himself back over to an impatient Yaga, you turn back to Nobara.
“See? Isnt he a great listener?” You say, fondness curling at the edge of your voice. Nobara raises up her hands in a surrendering motion mumbling a ‘yeah, yeah- point proven’.
“Only when its you!!” Gojo yells from across the other side of the room dramatically.
“Satoru! Focus!”
First time ever writing for jjk. Can you tell I have no idea how to characterize any of them but i just needed to get the idea out there. Writing ts right after my exams so my brain is double-fried 😋
Gojo Satoru is notoriously known for his rebellious nature when it comes to any higher ups. That, however, doesnt mean he isnt a good listener. He can be incredibly obedient- it just takes the right person to order him around; you.
———
“No way. I dont buy you. He doesn’t even listen to principle Yaga.” Nobara crossed her arms skeptically, sitting across from you. Between you and Gojo? You were her favorite sensei.
Megumi, who’d been busy staring out the half-open window looking at nothing in particular finally butts in the conversation- “He does. He’s capable of listening, he just likes to be difficult.” He closes his eyes, sighing. Yuji pats his shoulder in sympathy.
You nod. “He does.” You echo Megumi’s statement. “If you don’t believe me, watch.”
You crank your body towards Gojo. He was currently across the room, sitting on one of the desks in the back, talking to Yaga about something he didnt seem to really care much about given how Yaga looked like he was about to pop a vein if he conversed any further with the man.
You called out to the white haired sorcerer halfheartedly. “Satoru, up?”
At the sound of your voice, he’s automatically standing up, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. He tilts his head toward you in curiosity.
“Nevermind, sit down.”
And down he goes without a complaint- no questions asked. Both Nobara and Yuji sat behind you in awe. Megumi only looked on expectantly- this wasnt the first time he’s seen something like that and he personally thinks he’s mellowed out around you two idiots to some degree.
“Actually- I change my mind, get back up again please.”
Gojo rises once more, and Yaga shoots you a puzzled look mirroring Gojo’s own.
Gojo tries to walk over, but you held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. He doesn’t move, staring at your hand from behind his blindfold. You grin at your stupid boyfriend, “You’re like an oversized puppy, you know that?” Although the statement was more towards yourself.
Yuji and Nobara sat behind you giggling, and he saunters over to ruffle their hair. “Huhh? Laughing at me? What for? Im hurt!”
You lean back in your chair, “Not gonna ask what that was about?”
“I was just getting there, actually-”
“Get back over there- Yaga’s busy drilling holes into your skull with his stare.”
“But-”
“Satoru.”
“…”
“…”
“Fine.”
As Gojo pouts and drags himself back over to an impatient Yaga, you turn back to Nobara.
“See? Isnt he a great listener?” You say, fondness curling at the edge of your voice. Nobara raises up her hands in a surrendering motion mumbling a ‘yeah, yeah- point proven’.
“Only when its you!!” Gojo yells from across the other side of the room dramatically.
“Satoru! Focus!”
First time ever writing for jjk. Can you tell I have no idea how to characterize any of them but i just needed to get the idea out there. Writing ts right after my exams so my brain is double-fried 😋
Comforting them after a long day! (ft. Sunday, Moze, Phainon)
(should i make a reverse comfort one too..) no TW! Comfort, fluff
Even those who look nearly invincible need some form of rest, especially after a weary day. But luckily, you’re there for them, right?
🪽 Sunday (Astral Express)
Sunday would say he handled stress pretty well compared to the average person. He was the former head of the Oak Family after all, and with it came no shortage of duties and burdens. In fact, sometimes not being busy felt wrong with how packed his schedule usually is.
That, except such a busy life was long behind him now. Endless flowing paperwork, unending meetings, and the need to keep an eye on anything and everything was a familiar kind of stress. Somehow managing to get thoroughly slimed out every time he steps outside of the express was a different kind of stress. A life threatening one, he would dare say.
And poor, poor Sunday got caught in the crossfire of a fight again today. He looked utterly disheveled (which he hated) right now as he sat in front of you. Logically, he should probably suck it up- whats done is done, and those people throwing hands with reckless abandon didnt know any better. He did. He must be the bigger person.
That’s exactly what he did before he met you. Now, he finds himself gravitating towards you, seeking your warmth and comfort when he’s had a rough day. Your doors were always open for him, you had said, and he’s eternally grateful.
You were currently smoothing over his ruffled feathers gently, not knowing wether you should laugh or cry at the man in front of you. You felt bad, you really did, but his conflicted expression was also pretty funny.
“I dont understand.” He began softly.
You hummed, moving onto the next wing once the first was fixed. “Dont understand what, Sunny?”
“Why they fight.” He sighs, sounding tired. “Was it not a mere squabble? If so, how did it escalate into..” He cuts himself off.
His old self would have found certain delight in how easy it would be to provoke those strangers, to gently guide them onto the ‘right path’ by toying with their fury. Now, how he wished for peace and quiet.
“Dunno. But you cant expect everyone to be mature like you.” You replied, pinching his cheeks playfully.
He furrowed his brows. You pull him into a bearhug before he gets to speak again, and he doesnt complain.
Sunday lets himself melt into you, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you as if asking whether he was worthy of your embrace.
“Stop thinking.” You said, sounding so sure as you squeezed him. “Im glad you’re safe, by the way.”
Sunday slowly nods, “..Alright. Thank you.”
You spoke again after a moment of silence. “I seriously think you need a bodyguard.”
And because Sunday loved to put up with your nonsense, he can only smile as you brighten up his day. “That I do.”
🐦⬛ Moze
The door to the flat creaks open. The moment you heard the sound, you already knew it had been a rough, rough day for Moze. He normally never makes a peep when he’s entering. In fact, he didnt even announce he’s back today- he simply set his weapons aside and beelined right for you and the couch you were seated on.
“Whoa there- easy Moze.” You gently chide when he suddenly wraps his arms around you without warning, being uncharacteristically clingy. He only loosens his death grip when you tap on his arm to signal he was suffocating you. “Bad day today?” You ask with a small sympathetic smile, even though you already knew the answer. You knew it the moment he returned home.
Moze didnt speak, but he gave a small nod. He looked tired and tense, and your heart couldnt help but ache for him seeing him in such a state. You carefully took his hood off so you could gently comb his messy hair with your fingers.
You’ve came to understand the man after spending years together with him. He’s always silent, but he learned to speak- even if its just a little- for you. On nights like these where the world went against him in every way possible, he goes mute. He doesnt know what to say. He doesnt want to. That and talking becomes too hard again.
He wants you. You and your warmth, the way you hold him, and the way you reassure him- murmuring how he’s more than just a weapon.
“Want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head.
“Want to cuddle?”
A pause. Then a small nod.
“Lets go to bed, its really late.”
Another nod.
You had to essentially pry him off you, earning you a disgruntled sound from the shadow guard. Moze follows you like a lost puppy as you relocate yourself onto the bed, never straying too far behind.
And finally you hold him, silently bringing him close to you. “Shh shh, you did good today, Moze. You’re alright, you’re okay.” You whisper, your hand finding it’s familiar place on his head.
“Mm.” He hums, and his brows quit furrowing at some point.
Between your gentle reassurances and the head massage you’re giving him, he miraculously falls asleep- you lean in to feel his steady heartbeat, and found yourself closing your eyes too.
“Goodnight, Moze.”
☀️ Phainon
“Partner!” Phainon dives straight into you, who was laying on the edge of the wheat fields.
“Phainon? Whats up?” You tilt your head, but he was already nuzzling into you like an overgrown puppy. You ruffle his hair and he lets out a hum. “You’re smothering me.”
“Sorry-” He finally lets you go, opting to flop down right beside you. He looked tired- he must’ve been running around all day again doing errands. Not that its surprising. As soon as spring comes around, Phainon gets so much energy he doesnt know what to do with it.
He’s started almost five new hobbies and expects to juggle it with his increasing workload while still making time for everyone. It was a rinse and repeat cycle- and every spring he burns himself out at some point no matter what you say to get him to stop and slow down.
You could only sigh as he clings onto you now, ‘recharging’, as he dubbed it once. “You have bags under your eyes again. You didnt sleep a wink these few days, isnt that right?”
Phainon blinks. “Uh.”
“Phainon.”
“Is it that obvious? Alright, guilty as charged.” He puts his hands up in mock surrender but had the nerve to keep on grinning. “Well, there isnt much I could’ve done about it- I had a lot to do today! The kind fruit stall granny needed someone to help her move her boxes, and I promised Hyacine to redecorate the Garden of Life for the chimeras with her. Of course I sparred with Mydei and Trinnon wanted me to play with her- I was gonna wrap it up for the day but Aglaea needed me. I went to train a bit afterwards, and a few of the kids wanted me to help them pick fruit, how could I say no?”
“No wonder you reek of sweat. You’ve been running around like a headless chicken!” You scold, scowling.
Phainon looks at himself before scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I was planning to go to the baths first, but..”
“But?” You raised a brow.
“Its kind of embarrassing, actually.” Phainon’s pinky shyly intertwines with yours. “Didnt wanna go without you.”
“Because Mydei is busy?” You tease.
Phainon recoils as if he’s been hurt. “What? No way!” He nestles closer despite you grumbling about how sweaty he is. “I wanna go with you! Please, partner?” He flutters his long lashes, his pretty blue orbs staring right into yours. “Pretty please?”
You sigh. You had hoped today would be just you and nature and maybe a certain deliverer since he always tags along. The clamor of the baths wasnt appealing right now, but you knew Phainon needed rest. He needed this.
And with those big, wobbly blue puppy eyes staring right at you? No had long since cease being an option.
“Why are you getting up?” Phainon frowns slightly, hands chasing after you.
You pat yourself down, getting the wheat that had tangled with your hair earlier out. “To the baths. Come on, you need to shower stinky.” You help him up.
“Hmm. Can we hold hands?”
“Yeah sure, lets go. Oh, and Im forcing you to relax once we get there.”
“Haha. You’re funny, partner. Im always relaxed-”
“..Dont even start with me.”
Sunday fr gets jumped every time he leaves the express its so funny hoyo pls dont stop tormenting him.., (i love him sm) ☺️
Sorry for the lack of posts! I’ve been sick so I didnt have much energy but im feeling better now ^^;
Comforting them after a long day! (ft. Sunday, Moze, Phainon)
(should i make a reverse comfort one too..) no TW! Comfort, fluff
Even those who look nearly invincible need some form of rest, especially after a weary day. But luckily, you’re there for them, right?
🪽 Sunday (Astral Express)
Sunday would say he handled stress pretty well compared to the average person. He was the former head of the Oak Family after all, and with it came no shortage of duties and burdens. In fact, sometimes not being busy felt wrong with how packed his schedule usually is.
That, except such a busy life was long behind him now. Endless flowing paperwork, unending meetings, and the need to keep an eye on anything and everything was a familiar kind of stress. Somehow managing to get thoroughly slimed out every time he steps outside of the express was a different kind of stress. A life threatening one, he would dare say.
And poor, poor Sunday got caught in the crossfire of a fight again today. He looked utterly disheveled (which he hated) right now as he sat in front of you. Logically, he should probably suck it up- whats done is done, and those people throwing hands with reckless abandon didnt know any better. He did. He must be the bigger person.
That’s exactly what he did before he met you. Now, he finds himself gravitating towards you, seeking your warmth and comfort when he’s had a rough day. Your doors were always open for him, you had said, and he’s eternally grateful.
You were currently smoothing over his ruffled feathers gently, not knowing wether you should laugh or cry at the man in front of you. You felt bad, you really did, but his conflicted expression was also pretty funny.
“I dont understand.” He began softly.
You hummed, moving onto the next wing once the first was fixed. “Dont understand what, Sunny?”
“Why they fight.” He sighs, sounding tired. “Was it not a mere squabble? If so, how did it escalate into..” He cuts himself off.
His old self would have found certain delight in how easy it would be to provoke those strangers, to gently guide them onto the ‘right path’ by toying with their fury. Now, how he wished for peace and quiet.
“Dunno. But you cant expect everyone to be mature like you.” You replied, pinching his cheeks playfully.
He furrowed his brows. You pull him into a bearhug before he gets to speak again, and he doesnt complain.
Sunday lets himself melt into you, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you as if asking whether he was worthy of your embrace.
“Stop thinking.” You said, sounding so sure as you squeezed him. “Im glad you’re safe, by the way.”
Sunday slowly nods, “..Alright. Thank you.”
You spoke again after a moment of silence. “I seriously think you need a bodyguard.”
And because Sunday loved to put up with your nonsense, he can only smile as you brighten up his day. “That I do.”
🐦⬛ Moze
The door to the flat creaks open. The moment you heard the sound, you already knew it had been a rough, rough day for Moze. He normally never makes a peep when he’s entering. In fact, he didnt even announce he’s back today- he simply set his weapons aside and beelined right for you and the couch you were seated on.
“Whoa there- easy Moze.” You gently chide when he suddenly wraps his arms around you without warning, being uncharacteristically clingy. He only loosens his death grip when you tap on his arm to signal he was suffocating you. “Bad day today?” You ask with a small sympathetic smile, even though you already knew the answer. You knew it the moment he returned home.
Moze didnt speak, but he gave a small nod. He looked tired and tense, and your heart couldnt help but ache for him seeing him in such a state. You carefully took his hood off so you could gently comb his messy hair with your fingers.
You’ve came to understand the man after spending years together with him. He’s always silent, but he learned to speak- even if its just a little- for you. On nights like these where the world went against him in every way possible, he goes mute. He doesnt know what to say. He doesnt want to. That and talking becomes too hard again.
He wants you. You and your warmth, the way you hold him, and the way you reassure him- murmuring how he’s more than just a weapon.
“Want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head.
“Want to cuddle?”
A pause. Then a small nod.
“Lets go to bed, its really late.”
Another nod.
You had to essentially pry him off you, earning you a disgruntled sound from the shadow guard. Moze follows you like a lost puppy as you relocate yourself onto the bed, never straying too far behind.
And finally you hold him, silently bringing him close to you. “Shh shh, you did good today, Moze. You’re alright, you’re okay.” You whisper, your hand finding it’s familiar place on his head.
“Mm.” He hums, and his brows quit furrowing at some point.
Between your gentle reassurances and the head massage you’re giving him, he miraculously falls asleep- you lean in to feel his steady heartbeat, and found yourself closing your eyes too.
“Goodnight, Moze.”
☀️ Phainon
“Partner!” Phainon dives straight into you, who was laying on the edge of the wheat fields.
“Phainon? Whats up?” You tilt your head, but he was already nuzzling into you like an overgrown puppy. You ruffle his hair and he lets out a hum. “You’re smothering me.”
“Sorry-” He finally lets you go, opting to flop down right beside you. He looked tired- he must’ve been running around all day again doing errands. Not that its surprising. As soon as spring comes around, Phainon gets so much energy he doesnt know what to do with it.
He’s started almost five new hobbies and expects to juggle it with his increasing workload while still making time for everyone. It was a rinse and repeat cycle- and every spring he burns himself out at some point no matter what you say to get him to stop and slow down.
You could only sigh as he clings onto you now, ‘recharging’, as he dubbed it once. “You have bags under your eyes again. You didnt sleep a wink these few days, isnt that right?”
Phainon blinks. “Uh.”
“Phainon.”
“Is it that obvious? Alright, guilty as charged.” He puts his hands up in mock surrender but had the nerve to keep on grinning. “Well, there isnt much I could’ve done about it- I had a lot to do today! The kind fruit stall granny needed someone to help her move her boxes, and I promised Hyacine to redecorate the Garden of Life for the chimeras with her. Of course I sparred with Mydei and Trinnon wanted me to play with her- I was gonna wrap it up for the day but Aglaea needed me. I went to train a bit afterwards, and a few of the kids wanted me to help them pick fruit, how could I say no?”
“No wonder you reek of sweat. You’ve been running around like a headless chicken!” You scold, scowling.
Phainon looks at himself before scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I was planning to go to the baths first, but..”
“But?” You raised a brow.
“Its kind of embarrassing, actually.” Phainon’s pinky shyly intertwines with yours. “Didnt wanna go without you.”
“Because Mydei is busy?” You tease.
Phainon recoils as if he’s been hurt. “What? No way!” He nestles closer despite you grumbling about how sweaty he is. “I wanna go with you! Please, partner?” He flutters his long lashes, his pretty blue orbs staring right into yours. “Pretty please?”
You sigh. You had hoped today would be just you and nature and maybe a certain deliverer since he always tags along. The clamor of the baths wasnt appealing right now, but you knew Phainon needed rest. He needed this.
And with those big, wobbly blue puppy eyes staring right at you? No had long since cease being an option.
“Why are you getting up?” Phainon frowns slightly, hands chasing after you.
You pat yourself down, getting the wheat that had tangled with your hair earlier out. “To the baths. Come on, you need to shower stinky.” You help him up.
“Hmm. Can we hold hands?”
“Yeah sure, lets go. Oh, and Im forcing you to relax once we get there.”
“Haha. You’re funny, partner. Im always relaxed-”
“..Dont even start with me.”
Sunday fr gets jumped every time he leaves the express its so funny hoyo pls dont stop tormenting him.., (i love him sm) ☺️
Sorry for the lack of posts! I’ve been sick so I didnt have much energy but im feeling better now ^^;
Reader is implied to be female, but is still referred to as they/them (so its more immersive for non-female readers.) Blood TW, lil angst + comfort, slice of life
The moment you woke up today, you were greeted by a familiar yet unwelcoming pain. Is it that time again? Frowning, you sat up begrudgingly and look under your sheets.
“You’re kidding me.” You groan at the bloody spot, already exasperated before the morning had even truly began. “These were my favorite pants!”
Right now, you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed forever, letting the warmth of the sheets wrap around you comfortingly like a safe, soft cocoon. However, as a response adult.. you get up, and force your body to start cleaning after yourself. Now where are the pads..
“Dont tell me I ran out..” You dug through the spot that you usually kept the pads and- no dice. Not a single pad. “Well thats just wonderful. I guess I need to borrow some. Great.. who’s even home right now? Silver Wolf? SAM? Kafka?” At least you have an ample of people to choose from, which helped you feel a little less miserable. But to be honest? You only feel not so awkward asking SAM about this kind of thing, SAM doesnt tease you about it.
Well. First order of business- you change out of your current pants. Your underwear was completely ruined with that bloody stain that’d be hell to wash out so it was beyond saving. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you open the messages and type in the group chat;
YOU: anyone home??
S.W: nah, i aint. Bladie is with me btw. Set off this morning.
S.W: oh yea. also ate your last ice cream sandwich lol. Sorry not sorry
[ Silver Wolf has gone offline ]
YOU: dude wtf????
Kafka: Bladie was put on supermarket errand duty~
Kafka: Im home right now.
YOU: can u ask him to get me some pads. I need some. Like. Rn
YOU: he never picks up and im out of pads
Kafka: I’ll come over.
You close out of messages, sighing. Period cramps were like an old friend that likes to visit out of the blue uninvited, and right now it was the bane of your existence. You were just about to sit down when-
Thonk, thonk.
“Knock, knock~” A muffled voice sounded outside your door. “Got a delivery, sweetheart.”
“Come in!” You shout, wrestling to get a new pair of pants on.
Kafka enters your room with a couple of pads, extending them towards you with a knowing smile.
“Thank goodness-” You accept the pads graciously before excusing yourself to the bathroom to put one on.
When you came back out, Kafka had already invited herself onto that gray bean bag chair you kept in the corner for whenever Silver Wolf drops by to hang out.
“Guess who had a horrible start to their day.” You ask, more to yourself than anyone else before plummeting face-first onto your bed.
“You? No surprise there.” Kafka hums, and you swear she sounded just a tad sympathetic. “Ah, right. Bladie will be back with more pads- the big ones that you need, right?”
“Yeah. Thanks. I kinda feel like shit right now.” You grumble through the pillow, nuzzling into it’s softeness. You always become agitated on your period, but its not without reason. You do feel like shit right now.
“You’ve been stabbed before, [Name].” Kafka reminds you gently. Alright.. perhaps you were overreacting, but so what?
“Guhh..” You turn away from her. “Cant I ever complain?” You wrap your arms around your abdomen as the pain really starts to ramp itself, curling up like a shrimp all while that infuriatingly calm woman stares at you from across the room with amusement.
“Of course you can.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “I wont stop you.”
You turn to her, the thought of breakfast just occurring to you when your stomach lets out a mighty grumble. “Who’s turn is it to make breakfast this time?”
“Mm.. you. But I already ate.”
“Seriously? Did I wake up late?”
“Very late, dear.”
“But I checked the time- its only..” You look again, only to realize you’ve read it completely wrong. You slept in for TWO hours. “Whoa.”
“You were sleeping like a baby. I didnt have the heart to wake you.” Kafka laughs quietly.
“Wake me up at the normal time next time. My alarm never works so..”
“If I did, you’ll wake up on the wrong side of the bed and be rather mad at me.”
“..Good point. Dont, then.”
“And so I didnt.”
“What about Elio? Any work?”
“No new script for you- except to rest well of course.”
“Did Elio actually say that?”
“Why would I ever lie to you?”
You shook your head. Thats right, she probably wouldnt. You sat up straight once you realized that meant you had the whole day off, which was more time than you knew what to do with. Normally, Stellaron Hunter did not have such a leisure. Not that you didnt enjoy a good break every once in a while- it was just hard to take it easy all of a sudden when given dangerous tasks on a daily basis had you all wound up.
“Wait. What are YOU doing here then? Shouldnt you be out.. yknow, doing stuff?” You ask, turning to Kafka.
“Mm. Someone has to stay to take care of you.”
You furrow your brows, unsure if it was a joke or not. A more capable part of you feels offended that you were being treated like something fragile, yet another part of you was grateful for the care.
“Aw, look a little happier for me, [Name].” Kafka finally stands up and walks over. She taps the space between your brows playfully, then tries to smooth it out. “You look cuter when you do.”
“So Im ugly when I dont?” You tease.
Kafka hums thoughtfully. “Could look better, is all Im saying.”
You still for a moment, not batting away her hand for once. “Hey. Weird request.”
“Hmm?”
“Dont make fun of me. I need a promise.” You said sternly.
“Oh? I’d never.”
“I dont like the tone.”
“Alright, alright. I promise. Now, whats troubling my little sweetheart?”
“Can we.. cuddle?” You ask hesitantly, looking down. “I mean. It’d make the cramps feel better.” You add just for the convincing factor, to which Kafka raises a brow at.
It’s been a while since you’ve cuddled with anyone- the desire to do so at all had caught you off guard as well, but surely you get the period-pass?
“Getting sentimental?”
You swat her arm without much force, but didnt deny it. “..A little.”
Your mood swings dont usually get too out of hand during your period, but sometimes you’ll feel a sudden hollow ache in your chest, and then you start missing home once you realize you were tired mentally as well as physically. The life of a Stellaron Hunter is not a forgiving one after all.
None of it made sense to you, but Kafka seemed to understand your plight and chose not to judge the matters of the heart. You move over as she settles down in the bed made for one. It was a bit of a tight fit, but you didnt care and neither did she.
Her hands found it’s way into your hair, gently ruffling it like she does with Silver Wolf or even Blade.
“Odd request, coming from you.” She points out, although it wasnt judging.
“I know. I just kinda missed the old days now that I think about it.” You admit, feeling safe enough to give way for vulnerability.
“Huh. Would you go back if you could? That home planet of yours.” Kafka hid her curiosity under guise of idle chatter. You didnt talk much about your home planet, when you were recruited, it had been somewhere else entirely.
You snort humorlessly. “Well.. not much to go back to.”
Unless space dust where a planet used to be counted as a place to return to.
The nimble fingers combing through your hair stops, and you look up thinking you’ve upset Kafka.
She was hard to read, even after all these years together. Her face was devoid of it’s usual smile though.
“Ah. My bad.” She states after a beat.
You shift closer to her, chasing that fleeting warmth and the light scent of Kafka’s perfume. “Nah. You’re good. Its all in the past anyway.”
“How nonchalant of you.”
You smile, this time for real. “Yeah.. can we stay like this? Just for a bit longer.”
“We’ve got all day sweetie. Just make sure you go get your morning coffee at some point. You’ll be less cranky then.” Kafka pinches your cheek. You swat her hand away with a huff.
But she had said she’d stay. And you feel a bit better knowing that, and just a little less lonely as Kafka gently massages the parts that hurt.
Laying beside her now, perhaps today wasnt completely horrible after all.
I wrote this one on my period.. and finished it now with no direction in mind for the story. Period comfort for my fellow girlies. I love love love kafka guys <3
Reader is implied to be female, but is still referred to as they/them (so its more immersive for non-female readers.) Blood TW, lil angst + comfort, slice of life
The moment you woke up today, you were greeted by a familiar yet unwelcoming pain. Is it that time again? Frowning, you sat up begrudgingly and look under your sheets.
“You’re kidding me.” You groan at the bloody spot, already exasperated before the morning had even truly began. “These were my favorite pants!”
Right now, you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed forever, letting the warmth of the sheets wrap around you comfortingly like a safe, soft cocoon. However, as a response adult.. you get up, and force your body to start cleaning after yourself. Now where are the pads..
“Dont tell me I ran out..” You dug through the spot that you usually kept the pads and- no dice. Not a single pad. “Well thats just wonderful. I guess I need to borrow some. Great.. who’s even home right now? Silver Wolf? SAM? Kafka?” At least you have an ample of people to choose from, which helped you feel a little less miserable. But to be honest? You only feel not so awkward asking SAM about this kind of thing, SAM doesnt tease you about it.
Well. First order of business- you change out of your current pants. Your underwear was completely ruined with that bloody stain that’d be hell to wash out so it was beyond saving. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you open the messages and type in the group chat;
YOU: anyone home??
S.W: nah, i aint. Bladie is with me btw. Set off this morning.
S.W: oh yea. also ate your last ice cream sandwich lol. Sorry not sorry
[ Silver Wolf has gone offline ]
YOU: dude wtf????
Kafka: Bladie was put on supermarket errand duty~
Kafka: Im home right now.
YOU: can u ask him to get me some pads. I need some. Like. Rn
YOU: he never picks up and im out of pads
Kafka: I’ll come over.
You close out of messages, sighing. Period cramps were like an old friend that likes to visit out of the blue uninvited, and right now it was the bane of your existence. You were just about to sit down when-
Thonk, thonk.
“Knock, knock~” A muffled voice sounded outside your door. “Got a delivery, sweetheart.”
“Come in!” You shout, wrestling to get a new pair of pants on.
Kafka enters your room with a couple of pads, extending them towards you with a knowing smile.
“Thank goodness-” You accept the pads graciously before excusing yourself to the bathroom to put one on.
When you came back out, Kafka had already invited herself onto that gray bean bag chair you kept in the corner for whenever Silver Wolf drops by to hang out.
“Guess who had a horrible start to their day.” You ask, more to yourself than anyone else before plummeting face-first onto your bed.
“You? No surprise there.” Kafka hums, and you swear she sounded just a tad sympathetic. “Ah, right. Bladie will be back with more pads- the big ones that you need, right?”
“Yeah. Thanks. I kinda feel like shit right now.” You grumble through the pillow, nuzzling into it’s softeness. You always become agitated on your period, but its not without reason. You do feel like shit right now.
“You’ve been stabbed before, [Name].” Kafka reminds you gently. Alright.. perhaps you were overreacting, but so what?
“Guhh..” You turn away from her. “Cant I ever complain?” You wrap your arms around your abdomen as the pain really starts to ramp itself, curling up like a shrimp all while that infuriatingly calm woman stares at you from across the room with amusement.
“Of course you can.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “I wont stop you.”
You turn to her, the thought of breakfast just occurring to you when your stomach lets out a mighty grumble. “Who’s turn is it to make breakfast this time?”
“Mm.. you. But I already ate.”
“Seriously? Did I wake up late?”
“Very late, dear.”
“But I checked the time- its only..” You look again, only to realize you’ve read it completely wrong. You slept in for TWO hours. “Whoa.”
“You were sleeping like a baby. I didnt have the heart to wake you.” Kafka laughs quietly.
“Wake me up at the normal time next time. My alarm never works so..”
“If I did, you’ll wake up on the wrong side of the bed and be rather mad at me.”
“..Good point. Dont, then.”
“And so I didnt.”
“What about Elio? Any work?”
“No new script for you- except to rest well of course.”
“Did Elio actually say that?”
“Why would I ever lie to you?”
You shook your head. Thats right, she probably wouldnt. You sat up straight once you realized that meant you had the whole day off, which was more time than you knew what to do with. Normally, Stellaron Hunter did not have such a leisure. Not that you didnt enjoy a good break every once in a while- it was just hard to take it easy all of a sudden when given dangerous tasks on a daily basis had you all wound up.
“Wait. What are YOU doing here then? Shouldnt you be out.. yknow, doing stuff?” You ask, turning to Kafka.
“Mm. Someone has to stay to take care of you.”
You furrow your brows, unsure if it was a joke or not. A more capable part of you feels offended that you were being treated like something fragile, yet another part of you was grateful for the care.
“Aw, look a little happier for me, [Name].” Kafka finally stands up and walks over. She taps the space between your brows playfully, then tries to smooth it out. “You look cuter when you do.”
“So Im ugly when I dont?” You tease.
Kafka hums thoughtfully. “Could look better, is all Im saying.”
You still for a moment, not batting away her hand for once. “Hey. Weird request.”
“Hmm?”
“Dont make fun of me. I need a promise.” You said sternly.
“Oh? I’d never.”
“I dont like the tone.”
“Alright, alright. I promise. Now, whats troubling my little sweetheart?”
“Can we.. cuddle?” You ask hesitantly, looking down. “I mean. It’d make the cramps feel better.” You add just for the convincing factor, to which Kafka raises a brow at.
It’s been a while since you’ve cuddled with anyone- the desire to do so at all had caught you off guard as well, but surely you get the period-pass?
“Getting sentimental?”
You swat her arm without much force, but didnt deny it. “..A little.”
Your mood swings dont usually get too out of hand during your period, but sometimes you’ll feel a sudden hollow ache in your chest, and then you start missing home once you realize you were tired mentally as well as physically. The life of a Stellaron Hunter is not a forgiving one after all.
None of it made sense to you, but Kafka seemed to understand your plight and chose not to judge the matters of the heart. You move over as she settles down in the bed made for one. It was a bit of a tight fit, but you didnt care and neither did she.
Her hands found it’s way into your hair, gently ruffling it like she does with Silver Wolf or even Blade.
“Odd request, coming from you.” She points out, although it wasnt judging.
“I know. I just kinda missed the old days now that I think about it.” You admit, feeling safe enough to give way for vulnerability.
“Huh. Would you go back if you could? That home planet of yours.” Kafka hid her curiosity under guise of idle chatter. You didnt talk much about your home planet, when you were recruited, it had been somewhere else entirely.
You snort humorlessly. “Well.. not much to go back to.”
Unless space dust where a planet used to be counted as a place to return to.
The nimble fingers combing through your hair stops, and you look up thinking you’ve upset Kafka.
She was hard to read, even after all these years together. Her face was devoid of it’s usual smile though.
“Ah. My bad.” She states after a beat.
You shift closer to her, chasing that fleeting warmth and the light scent of Kafka’s perfume. “Nah. You’re good. Its all in the past anyway.”
“How nonchalant of you.”
You smile, this time for real. “Yeah.. can we stay like this? Just for a bit longer.”
“We’ve got all day sweetie. Just make sure you go get your morning coffee at some point. You’ll be less cranky then.” Kafka pinches your cheek. You swat her hand away with a huff.
But she had said she’d stay. And you feel a bit better knowing that, and just a little less lonely as Kafka gently massages the parts that hurt.
Laying beside her now, perhaps today wasnt completely horrible after all.
I wrote this one on my period.. and finished it now with no direction in mind for the story. Period comfort for my fellow girlies. I love love love kafka guys <3
“Would you still love me if i was a worm?” (ft. Aventurine, Sunday, Dan Heng)
The universal question people ask their bf to test said bf’s devotion.. (established relationship! Fluff)
🎰 Aventurine
“A.. worm.” Aventurine echos thoughtfully.
Truth be told, he was expecting that question. Ever since he saw the trend on social media, he’s prepared himself for the inevitable day he’d be asked such a thing.
“Well,” he leans back on the sofa he is seated on. “If you were a worm, I’d make sure you get no shortage of love, sweetheart.” He said confidently.
“Oh really?”
“Really. I’d give you a nice, cozy enclosure. Plenty of space to have fun, feed you, and pamper you like I always do. I can even bring you with me to work- ah, that sounds nice.”
“Aw, Kakavasha..” You grin, leaning closer.
“Oh. Or, we could be worms together.” He adds, now genuinely invested in the question. “I wouldnt mind that too. Either way, you’d be the most beautiful worm I’ll ever have come across in my life.”
“Alright, alright.. you’re making me blush-” You give Aventurine a nudge on the shoulder. He laughs. He never fails to make you feel loved, does he?
🪽 Sunday (Astral Express)
“..Did something happen?” That would be his first question. His brows would furrow gently in concern- not annoyance. Never annoyance, not at you.
Did his beloved get themself in trouble again?
“What? No-” You shook your head, facepalming. “Its purely theoretical. Like- like what if- you know? What IF I turned into one.”
“Do you want to become one, love? If so, I.. wont judge you.” Sunday replied, equal parts confused, equal parts genuine. “I will love you in whatever form you take. Still, I must warn you that if you do want to become a worm, you risk getting trampled on by accident.”
“Like you’d ever let that happen.” You snort, grinning.
Sunday closed his eyes, taking the whole thing a little too seriously. “..You’re right. I wouldnt.”
“Whoa. That was serious. Quit stressing about it- Im not actually going to turn into one silly.”
But you knew this; even if you do somehow magically get transformed into a worm, your boyfriend will never abandon you. The thought sits warmly in your chest, and you cant help but feel lucky to have him.
🐉 Dan Heng
“…”
“Dan Heng?”
“…”
“Uh…”
For Dan Heng, this was akin to a life or death question. He’s seen relationships that lasted YEARS end because someone answered in a way that was unsatisfactory to their partner.
He was never good at being lovey-dovey, let alone answering a question such as this one. He MUST think through this thoroughly. He must..
You interrupt his thoughts with a pout. “So you wouldnt love me if I was a worm. Fine. I see how it is.”
“Ah? No- thats not what I..”
“Your silence says it all!” You reply, crossing your arms and looking away.
“I was just..” Dan Heng shifts uncomfortably. “I wasnt-”
You try to hide your amusement, but he sees it anyway, relaxing only when he realized you were only teasing.
He sighs, and after a moment he speaks carefully. “No matter what- I will always protect you. Just.. know that.” It was a promise, and Dan Heng wasnt the type to take promises lightly.
“Sooo. Even if Im a worm?”
“Yes. Lets just hope it doesnt come to that.”
I think aventurine is the most prepared for this kind of question w/ him being a smooth talker. Sunday would have less trouble with how genuine he is when it comes to you. Dan Heng probably struggles the most.. dunno. I put everyone in order of how well they’d answer (most-least)
“Would you still love me if i was a worm?” (ft. Aventurine, Sunday, Dan Heng)
The universal question people ask their bf to test said bf’s devotion.. (established relationship! Fluff)
🎰 Aventurine
“A.. worm.” Aventurine echos thoughtfully.
Truth be told, he was expecting that question. Ever since he saw the trend on social media, he’s prepared himself for the inevitable day he’d be asked such a thing.
“Well,” he leans back on the sofa he is seated on. “If you were a worm, I’d make sure you get no shortage of love, sweetheart.” He said confidently.
“Oh really?”
“Really. I’d give you a nice, cozy enclosure. Plenty of space to have fun, feed you, and pamper you like I always do. I can even bring you with me to work- ah, that sounds nice.”
“Aw, Kakavasha..” You grin, leaning closer.
“Oh. Or, we could be worms together.” He adds, now genuinely invested in the question. “I wouldnt mind that too. Either way, you’d be the most beautiful worm I’ll ever have come across in my life.”
“Alright, alright.. you’re making me blush-” You give Aventurine a nudge on the shoulder. He laughs. He never fails to make you feel loved, does he?
🪽 Sunday (Astral Express)
“..Did something happen?” That would be his first question. His brows would furrow gently in concern- not annoyance. Never annoyance, not at you.
Did his beloved get themself in trouble again?
“What? No-” You shook your head, facepalming. “Its purely theoretical. Like- like what if- you know? What IF I turned into one.”
“Do you want to become one, love? If so, I.. wont judge you.” Sunday replied, equal parts confused, equal parts genuine. “I will love you in whatever form you take. Still, I must warn you that if you do want to become a worm, you risk getting trampled on by accident.”
“Like you’d ever let that happen.” You snort, grinning.
Sunday closed his eyes, taking the whole thing a little too seriously. “..You’re right. I wouldnt.”
“Whoa. That was serious. Quit stressing about it- Im not actually going to turn into one silly.”
But you knew this; even if you do somehow magically get transformed into a worm, your boyfriend will never abandon you. The thought sits warmly in your chest, and you cant help but feel lucky to have him.
🐉 Dan Heng
“…”
“Dan Heng?”
“…”
“Uh…”
For Dan Heng, this was akin to a life or death question. He’s seen relationships that lasted YEARS end because someone answered in a way that was unsatisfactory to their partner.
He was never good at being lovey-dovey, let alone answering a question such as this one. He MUST think through this thoroughly. He must..
You interrupt his thoughts with a pout. “So you wouldnt love me if I was a worm. Fine. I see how it is.”
“Ah? No- thats not what I..”
“Your silence says it all!” You reply, crossing your arms and looking away.
“I was just..” Dan Heng shifts uncomfortably. “I wasnt-”
You try to hide your amusement, but he sees it anyway, relaxing only when he realized you were only teasing.
He sighs, and after a moment he speaks carefully. “No matter what- I will always protect you. Just.. know that.” It was a promise, and Dan Heng wasnt the type to take promises lightly.
“Sooo. Even if Im a worm?”
“Yes. Lets just hope it doesnt come to that.”
I think aventurine is the most prepared for this kind of question w/ him being a smooth talker. Sunday would have less trouble with how genuine he is when it comes to you. Dan Heng probably struggles the most.. dunno. I put everyone in order of how well they’d answer (most-least)
TW! Suggestive? Kinda? Implied sex. No smut tho, mostly fluff.
☀️ Phainon
Phainon will make sure you gets lots and lots of love. Expect tons of hugs, cuddles, and affirmations! You’ll be pampered like a king, and he’ll eradicate any doubts you have about yourself.
He’s also the type to give you a lot of endearing nicknames, and he’ll say each one followed by a kiss of devotion;
“Dawnlight.. mwah! My love.. mwah! My sweetheart.. mwah! ..I love you so, so much.. mwah!!”
“Alright, alright- Phainon- that tickles!”
He’ll pepper you with little pecks and smooches, drawing laughter out of you- and in the moment all he can think about is how he loves everything about you. Everything. Dont worry about him leaving your bedside. He’ll be right there by you in the morning. So have a good sleep tonight, okay?
🦁 Mydei
“Hungry?”
Mydei will definitely be asking you such a question. Since you’re a bit of a foodie, he cooks stuff depending on your mood. He doesnt want you eating too much snacks like chips and soda because its unhealthy, so he takes it upon himself to be your gourmet chef on almost every occasion.
Feeling like having a five star meal after he helps you shower? He’s on it. Or maybe you’re thirsty instead? Dont worry, he’s prepared water.
Mydei has your every need taken care of. Dont be afraid of asking him for something, he likes it when you place your trust in him to get something done.
You can wordlessly reach your hands out to grasp at air, and he’ll know you want cuddles. You two are essentially blue-tooth connected being able to read eachother without using words.
Knowing he’s there, you can fall asleep safe and sound.
⚗️ Anaxa
Anaxa is surprisingly a lot more soft with you afterwards. Normally you always take the chance to cuddle up to him without him grumbling about it.
Compared to him, you’re a lot more energetic. You’re not always ready to go to bed just yet, even if your body wants to. Thats fine, Anaxa wouldnt mind indulging you a bit considering the occasion.
Would you like for him to read to you and let his voice gently lull you to sleep? Or maybe today you’d rather just talk to him- about anything, everything, nothing. Anything you want- really- as long as its not too taxing.
“Read to me?”
“..I’ll start where we left off previously, then. Page eighty seven.”
Before you know it, you were fast asleep, smiling as the covers are carefully pulled over your shoulder.
I’ve been OBSESSED with jjk and completely neglected my writing duties in favor of bingewatching the entire anime so far.. whoops ( ́ < ̀)
i need the manga but im too broke right now so im stuck with the anime
TW! Suggestive? Kinda? Implied sex. No smut tho, mostly fluff.
☀️ Phainon
Phainon will make sure you gets lots and lots of love. Expect tons of hugs, cuddles, and affirmations! You’ll be pampered like a king, and he’ll eradicate any doubts you have about yourself.
He’s also the type to give you a lot of endearing nicknames, and he’ll say each one followed by a kiss of devotion;
“Dawnlight.. mwah! My love.. mwah! My sweetheart.. mwah! ..I love you so, so much.. mwah!!”
“Alright, alright- Phainon- that tickles!”
He’ll pepper you with little pecks and smooches, drawing laughter out of you- and in the moment all he can think about is how he loves everything about you. Everything. Dont worry about him leaving your bedside. He’ll be right there by you in the morning. So have a good sleep tonight, okay?
🦁 Mydei
“Hungry?”
Mydei will definitely be asking you such a question. Since you’re a bit of a foodie, he cooks stuff depending on your mood. He doesnt want you eating too much snacks like chips and soda because its unhealthy, so he takes it upon himself to be your gourmet chef on almost every occasion.
Feeling like having a five star meal after he helps you shower? He’s on it. Or maybe you’re thirsty instead? Dont worry, he’s prepared water.
Mydei has your every need taken care of. Dont be afraid of asking him for something, he likes it when you place your trust in him to get something done.
You can wordlessly reach your hands out to grasp at air, and he’ll know you want cuddles. You two are essentially blue-tooth connected being able to read eachother without using words.
Knowing he’s there, you can fall asleep safe and sound.
⚗️ Anaxa
Anaxa is surprisingly a lot more soft with you afterwards. Normally you always take the chance to cuddle up to him without him grumbling about it.
Compared to him, you’re a lot more energetic. You’re not always ready to go to bed just yet, even if your body wants to. Thats fine, Anaxa wouldnt mind indulging you a bit considering the occasion.
Would you like for him to read to you and let his voice gently lull you to sleep? Or maybe today you’d rather just talk to him- about anything, everything, nothing. Anything you want- really- as long as its not too taxing.
“Read to me?”
“..I’ll start where we left off previously, then. Page eighty seven.”
Before you know it, you were fast asleep, smiling as the covers are carefully pulled over your shoulder.
I’ve been OBSESSED with jjk and completely neglected my writing duties in favor of bingewatching the entire anime so far.. whoops ( ́ < ̀)
i need the manga but im too broke right now so im stuck with the anime
