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[sidus-noctifer]

──𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒! nineteen, they/them, infp, ita/eng, aromantic, sleep deprived fanfic writer

Please keep in mind:

i mostly write for my own enjoyment meaning that my writing schedule isn't really consistent

I don't really take requests but feel free to send me an ask if you have any headcanons!

English isn't my first language so I usually use a translator. I don't use ai by any means

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Master list

[kayuekou]

when you search tumblr for a very specific fic and somehow an obscure writer has written the exact thing you wanted so u lowkey just ascend

[sidus-noctifer]

i still can't get over hongjoon saying mami in mamacita, it sounds so addicting for no reason help😭

[sidus-noctifer]

the 731 mention was related to xavier tho. it's mentioned in his world underneath chapters so i don't see how this is a valko issue. it has nothing to do with his story, it's part of a terrible thing that happened to the backtrackers/xavier and experiments that were done to isiah.

so shouldn't they be calling for xavier to be removed since it's part of HIS story and lore, by their logic? 🤔

Wait, that was related to Xavier? I may have mixed them up since it kept getting brought up alongside the scandal related to valko, I'm sorry for the confusion.

still, they also pointed out that infold keeps using that number as a placeholder and continues to not address the issue, so they're definitely going to make infold face a huge backlash.

I did a little more research and apparently some players had asked infold to make valko release only on the global server given how he was receiving hate. It's kind of unclear how many people were actively hating on him since the large amount of people for petty reasons that have nothing to do with the main problem may be either a hoax to decide the fandom or a way cn players are trying to save face after so many global players hopped on their socials.

I really can't tell what the hell is going on anymore. Was this move even convenient for infold?😭 This entire thing honestly just feels like it could've been avoided

[sidus-noctifer]

I cannot speak Chinese nor I have relations beyond the fire wall so please take this entire post with a huge grain of salt, but the only thing that is for sure after valko's cancellation is that infold's does not care about players. I recently logged into a Chinese social media to see what was the debate there and the situation is way more complicated than the community not accepting him as a LI.

To put it short, valko was pretty much set on failure by infold by announcing his release at the worst of times.

Before his release infold has caused a huge backlash by making a reference to the unit 731 while talking about human experiments. This number was apparently fixed later on as 611 which refers to another tragic accident.

(please let me know if this translation is accurate, I only used a site and still managed to tweak because of this)

However, following this Infold has also been accused of romanticising sexual assault and home invasion in valko's marketing with the usage of the proverb "引狼入室" which may refer to welcoming a dangerous man in your house. I've also heard that the phrase "do not bathe in a pot at midnight", which was present in the trailers before the livestream may have referred to a case of domestic violence. However, I've failed to find both the case it was referring to and the actual video so infold may have taken it down and the case probably didn't make it to international news.

There have been a lot of complaints from both the global and CN server about the delay of Caleb and Sylus' stories. In addition to this and the aforementioned issues, the cn server is also debunking the fact that infold isn't fixing the game's main problems before adding a new LI and fishing for more money. All of these factors could be the reason why they dislike how infold acted when promoting valko.

I'm currently unable to prove that all the allegations weren't real and if these information may be real but I hope that I may have been able to give you some insights of why the cancellation may have happened and hold infold accountable.

[twistyfish]

Oh I don’t know if that’s what you usually write for request but what about MC dying (once again) and just before dying she remembered everything from their past lives and the lads men’s reaction thinking they failed MC again

hi! i tried my best with this one because i’m not caught up on all the lore, so please bear with me. i took it in a slightly different direction

prompt~ mc dying.

content warning for death and violence

Zayne

Zayne groggily rolled over in bed, his outstretched arm bumping into the bedside table. He winced in pain, rubbing his wrist. He picked up his glasses and put them on, sitting up slowly so as not to wake you from what was very clearly a deep sleep, seeing as you weren’t awake yet

He cringed when the mattress squeaked, and his eyes immediately flashed to your still form. You didn’t budge. Good. He gently swept off the covers and stepped into his slippers, brushing his teeth and getting ready for the day.

After a cup of coffee and a banana, Zayne returned to the bedroom to kiss you on the forehead before driving to work.

***

Zayne came back from the hospital and set his things down. He washed his hands and headed to the bedroom, eager to change out of his scrubs. He opened the door and was surprised to see you still in bed.

You hadn’t been showing any signs of feeling down lately, so this was a surprise. Maybe you were taking a nap? He wondered if he should let you sleep.

It was very silent. All he could hear was the distant hum of the air conditioner. He didn’t even hear your usual light snoring.

He walked in front of you and bent down, hesitating before patting your shoulder. He patted it again before shaking you.

Oh, so you were being difficult. He picked up the blanket and threw it off you, revealing the lower half of your face. It was still and pale.

He leaned in closer and realized something very, very critical.

You weren’t breathing.

His heart rate spiked and he immediately pressed his ear against your chest, because maybe he was mistaken. Maybe you were breathing and he just couldn’t hear it very well. Or maybe you had some undiagnosed sleep disorder where you temporarily stopped breathing. Maybe you would wake up gasping for air in a few seconds.

But he didn’t hear or feel any movement at all, so he stabbed his fingers against his phone to dial the ambulance, and told the operator what was happening with a foggy brain. His voice was hardly audible by the end of it. He knew exactly what information they needed, but he couldn’t seem to remember it. Your address, your age, your full name.

Who cared about all of that? That was all useless information. All that he cared about right now was that you were dead. His partner was dead. And he hadn’t been there for her.

Sylus

Gunshots rang out, the noise of bones cracking permeating the air while bulletproof glass broke into a thousand shards. Sylus sprinted through the room and into your destroyed cell.

He hadn’t opted to send Luke and Kieran to bring you home. He had to do it himself. He knew the fuckers wanted him to show up, but he paid no mind. He had to see for himself that you were okay.

But what he saw made his stomach drop into his shoes. You were sitting in the corner of the room, chained to the wall. Your head was lolled onto your shoulder, your eyes gored out and your arms covered in burns. No. No. No no no no nonono-

He fell to his knees with a painful thump. The only thing he could bring himself to do was hold his stomach and vomit up bile. Seeing his lover like that ruined him. It destroyed him, made him want to cry and scream until the Earth was flooded and everyone’s eardrums had burst.

So when one of the men on the floor laughed weakly at Sylus’s grief, he shot without a second thought.

Nobody’s life mattered anymore. The person whose life he cared about wasn’t here anymore.

Rafayel

The air was hot and dry, and you looked beautiful with pearls of sweat dripping from your chin and collecting on your collarbone. You were wearing a flowy green dress and little teardrop earrings.

Rafayel’s eyes were fixed on you, even while you crossed the streets. The smooth curve of your back, your soft, bare arms. You were so undeniably beautiful.

He loved going on walks with you, and he was thrilled that you both had been able to take a week off for holiday. He rarely got to see you in such a light, beachy setting.

It had been around thirty minutes of walking, and you seemed to be getting a little out of breath. This surprised him, because your job consisted of a lot of movement and high energy combat.

“You’re not getting out of shape, are you Ms. Bodyguard?” He teased. “How are you gonna protect me if walking around gets you breathless?”

Your shallow breaths continued, which was a little concerning.

He stopped walking. “Hey. Is everything okay?” He asked, concerned now.

You shook your head. “I don’t feel good.” Your breaths were getting quicker and shallower, and you doubled over. Your hands were on your knees, and you gagged. Rafayel bent down next to you, and before he knew it you were swaying and then you had fallen. He barely caught your head as you went down, his knuckles scraping the pavement.

“__? Hey! Hey, hey, wake up!” He was rapidly tapping your cheek, praying to whatever deities were out there that you would get up and walk it off.

“We need help! Please, my girlfriend is sick! We need help!” He shouted. A few locals rushed over and called for help, but he was inconsolable.

After emergency surgery and two days in the hospital, he was informed that you were braindead. He didn’t say anything. He booked a flight home and sold all his paintings.

He never painted anything again.

Xavier

No. Not this. Anything but this. His shaking hand brushed bloody, matted hair out of your face.

“Stay calm. Backup is here. I’m going to take you to get medical attention,” he said in a voice that was calmer than he felt.

“Xavier.”

“Don’t talk, you’re expending unnecessary energy.”

“Xavier, I’m not going to make it.”

“Don’t fucking say that.” His facade was cracking.

“I love you. I should have said it before, but I love you so much.”

“__, please-,”

“I’m so grateful that you’re my partner. You’ve been there for me through everything and I don’t want this to be it for you.”

“No.” His voice was small, like he was pleading.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was already breathy and shrinking in volume. But the intensity was the same. The character was constant. You would die a fighter.

“No, please, I’m not ready. I can’t do this without you,” he choked, pressure building up in his nose. His eyes started leaking, and he felt nauseous.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And that was the last thing you heard. Xavier pressed his forehead into your chest, and it killed him when he felt no rising or falling. It was just him and the night.

He looked up at the stars, and he swore he saw your face.

[guzhufuren]

Sopro in ATEEZ's BAD + text posts (pt. 14/50)

[handlebarstiedtothestars]

Ummmm whyyyy does the barbershop have an altar to Saint Yeosang???

[sidus-noctifer]

I mean, who doesn't?😭🙏

[sidus-noctifer]

i can't make it to Caparezza's concert this week since I don't know anyone I could go with but at least ateez is releasing a new album the same day ig🥀

[moransrifle]

Albert's Christmas gift (requested)

[sidus-noctifer]

The juicy print is frying me😭

[moransrifle]

your palm will be met with pure bone

[sidus-noctifer]

It's ok, ass lifting underwear are a thing for a reason🥀

[moransrifle]

there's nothing to lift there.

[sidus-noctifer]

Dreams and hope💔

[moransrifle]

Albert's Christmas gift (requested)

[sidus-noctifer]

The juicy print is frying me😭

[moransrifle]

your palm will be met with pure bone

[sidus-noctifer]

It's ok, ass lifting underwear are a thing for a reason🥀

[moransrifle]

Albert's Christmas gift (requested)

[sidus-noctifer]

The juicy print is frying me😭

[nezuswritingdesk]

Beneath the moonlight (Valko x gen!reader)

A/N: He was literally released just a few hours ago and I literally spedran to make this damn fic— fuck, we dont even know a lot about Valko and here I am making a Valko fic. Fuck it we ball, I guess. Also i cant write smut or any suggestive stuff so soft Valko it is, and a silly discussion on whether werewolves technically have 4 ears. Oh and since its a gen!reader, feel free to interpret them with whatever pronouns or gender or sexuality you wish. I also wanna thank Sophie ( @baeshijima ) to which I got the wolf ears petting idea from. Okay enough rambling, here is potentially one of the first few Valko fics (I think) .

Content warnings: none just fluff here , not proofread (fuck it we ball), use of petnames (babe and honey)

Word count: 694 words

Divider by : @diviniyae

The small hill you and Valko found was reminiscent of a romantic film, with the supermoon reaching its peak size and illuminating all beneath it. A gentle breeze swayed your clothes from left to right and the distant sound of crickets added a sense of calm, acting as nature's reminder that neither the both of you were alone tonight.

"I think the moon will look better from there, Val," You pointed to the hill, his eyes following your finger, "Don't you think?"

Valko surveyed the hill from you both stood, his tail relaxed and unmoving. He had tossed his mask aside, revealing the small peaks of his canine teeth and fur, a reminder of his werewolf nature, and a reminder of the many things you liked about him. He grunted, agreeing with your idea.

"Should we head to it?" You asked.

"Sure. You would look beautiful beneath it." Valko answered and started making his way to the hill, with you following in tow. He walked a little slower than usual, allowing you to close the gap his pace placed between you both before your hands once again reunite as you got closer to the hilltop.

You were right. From here, the supermoon was twice as big, as if it reached both ends of the horizon, its bright and luminescent glow brought a gentle sight to the grasses and wildflowers beneath you both. Taking the blanket from the bag you were carrying , gently laying it out for yourself and Valko.

Valko laid down and offered his arm to you, asking you to cuddle him beneath the moon. You couldn't helped but smile and lay beside him, your ears being comforted by the steady beat of his heart. You reached out for his wolf ears and scarcthed them, earning a sigh of relief and small hints of laughter he tried to disguise as coughing.

"You really like my ears, huh?" Valko pointed out.

"The human or the wolf ones?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Both."

You hummed in response, and continued to pet his wolf ears. "Theyre beautiful, even if it means I would have a harder time sneaking up on you."

That made Valko chuckled, "Damn right, babe. How can you sneak up on me when I have 4 ears."

"Guess I have to find some other way," You mused, "Maybe climb the ceiling and wait for you to look up?

"Then you would be breathing a little too loud, which will cause me to look up," He teased and shook his head, "Just admit it, you wouldn't be able to sneak up on me."

You sighed quietly, your hands left his ears and intertwined with his hands, as if they had always belonged there without protest or complaint,like it was the most mudane and natural thing in the world. You kissed your intertwined knuckles, then you kissed the side of Valko's lips.

"You missed," Valko remarked with a smirk on his face. Freeing his hand, he gently cups your face and your lips met his. Most days, Valko's kisses were wild and careless, but tonight was the complete opposite— gentle and soft, as if your lips were made out of the softest night clouds and he can only dream of what it was like meeting your lips. You couldn't help but wish for more. He pulled away moments later, his cheeks flushed with red just like yours,

"There. Much better." Valko said. You only nodded and together fell back into a peaceful silence, your eyes followed the moon and stars while Valko kept you close and only looked at you like you were the most important star and were the very same person that hung every single one.

"Valko, honey?" Your voice broke the silence. Valko tilted his head, "Yeah?"

"Can you kiss me again? Like the way you did it a while ago."

Valko nodded and kissed you again, with the same love and reverence he had for you since the day he met you. When he pulled away, you asked another question,

"Can…can we stay here a little longer?"

"As long as you want you to."

A/N: i need soft valko as much as there will be eventual monsterfucker valko fics out there. i literally wrote this instead of sleeping early, whether i get his personality right or not, idc really but hopefully ill be able to indulge and think about valko more when he officially gets released.

[sidus-noctifer]

GIRL WHAT THE HELL ITS BEEN THREE HOURS😭

[mochinon-yah]

Maybe i'll just put this here without anyone knowing HAGDBWHQJ

[hiraethhh-h]

it had to be you

pairing(s): phaidei x gender neutral!reader

note(s): the title is based off the frank sinatra song (creative, i know)

a bit of a self-indulgent fic on the eve of my big 21 hehe…

also a way of coping after getting amphoreus done in one sitting <///3

also also! reader is part of the astral express c;

warning(s): probably some ooc moments, major spoilers for all of amphoreus, canon divergent (?)

wc: 1.5k

to have the deliverer of okhema and the prince of castrum kremnos curled in your arms is a sight to behold.

light from kephale’s dawn device spills in from the balcony, painting the bed with an ethereal morning glow. mydei’s golden hair is framed loosely around his head—akin to a crown. his head rests on your chest, undoubtedly savoring the slow and steady beating of your heart.

phainon stirs on the other side of you, burying his head further into your chest. mydei grunts as phainon’s head knocks into his—drawing a sleepy groan from the deliverer.

you chuckle in faint amusement as mydei’s golden eyes crack open, darting to phainon with a glare. then, his gaze softens at the sight of you staring down at him.

“good morning…” you hum fondly, carding your fingers through mydei’s silky strands—the scent of pomegranate and honey sinks into your fingers. the prince huffs in response, eyes fluttering shut as he leans into your touch.

“morning…” he parrots gruffly, lifting his head to place a soft kiss on your palm.

phainon’s eyes finally open and he rolls off you to stretch his arms above his head. he drapes himself back over you and mydei, arms curling around your waist. his other hand seeks out mydei’s, interlacing their fingers with a content hum. “morning you two…” he murmurs, a sleepy smile on his lips.

you lean down to press a soft kiss to the top of phainon’s head in greeting, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing his bicep.

“it’s someone’s special day today,” phainon begins, cyan eyes beaming up at you. “did you have anything in mind for your birthday?”

you hum in thought, looking off to the side. to you, birthdays came and went—nothing too special, just a cupcake and a candle was enough. but ever since you joined the astral express, march 7th made it her life’s mission to go all out when celebrating your birthday.

“how about we head to aedes elysiae?” you propose.

phainon immediately shoots up at your words, face lighting up with glee. “if we head out now, we can make it by early action hour!”

mydei sighs, propping himself up with an arm. the sheets slip from his body, revealing his well-sculpted torso. “very well. though, let’s try to make it back before curtain fall hour. we do have our own gifts to give you, after all.” he murmurs, sending a look phainon’s way. the white-haired man stands from the bed with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest.

“right, of course. well, let’s get ready to go then.” phainon extends a hand towards you. you take it without a second thought, allowing him to escort you to the private baths within your shared home. mydei isn’t far behind.

after washing off and dressing for the day, the three of you hit the road towards aedes elysiae. phainon is as animated as ever, happily speaking of his hometown. you’ve visited aedes elysiae, of course. but ever since the defeat of the irontomb, all of amphoreus seemed to be restored inside ‘as i’ve written.’ even nightfall had returned back to okhema—without the threat of the black tide. it took everyone some getting used to. after all, night meant that they would be susceptible to attack. in a world without strife and constant combat, everything fell into place. however, even with the restoration of amphoreus, the people did not forget everything that happened. you know each of the chrysos heirs carried their own guilt, regrets, weights—even if that didn’t matter now, the scars of 33 million cycles would forever leave their mark.

eventually, the formal structures of the holy golden city give way to fields of reeds and sparse buildings. spurred on by the approach of his home, phainon takes you and mydei’s hands to bring you both into the sacrament courtyard.

the people in the village happily greet the three of you. phainon pauses here and there to speak with a few familiar faces and eventually, he brings the both of you to a flower stall. after trading a few coins with the vendor, phainon holds out a bundle of flowers to you—blue forget-me-nots, bright red pomegranate flowers, and a few reeds.

“for you, dawnlight,” phainon smiles, “and mainly because i was going to try and make you a flower crown… but i’ll admit, you make them better than me.” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as you take the bundle.

you chuckle at his words, cradling the plants close to your chest, taking care not to crush them. “thank you phai, let’s find somewhere to sit and i can make them for us, hm?” you turn to find somewhere to sit, but find that mydei is missing. a finger gently taps your shoulder, then, you see mydei behind you, a few pomegranates tucked against his arm and chest.

“i’ll peel these for us.” he nods, motioning for you to lead the way.

the three of you find a large tree to sit beneath, courtesy of phainon. you settle against the base of the tree, the bark cool against your skin, taking a moment to savor the shade. carefully, you undo the small twines around the flowers and reeds. your fingers begin to expertly weave the stems together. mydei sits on a nearby root and carefully splits a pomegranate open—staining the metal of his gauntlets a light shade of red.

phainon sits in front of you, hands atop his thighs as he watches you eagerly. you lower the half-woven flower crown with a soft chuckle. “here,” you hand him a few reeds and flowers. “i’ll teach you how to make them. so, you take the stems and…” you instruct phainon on how to weave the stems together, pausing every now and then to check on phainon’s progress.

a comfortable silence falls between the three of you, a gentle breeze rustling the fields of reeds and the leaves above. you glance up from your work, smiling fondly at the sight of phainon’s apt focus on the half-woven crown between his fingers. the tip of his tongue peeks from the corner of his mouth—and your heart melts. mydei gently calls your name, holding up a few seeds in his palm. you move to take some, but mydei pinches a few seeds between his fingers and guides them to your mouth. you blink in surprise—but quietly allow the prince to feed you.

phainon excitedly calls your name, holding up the flower crown in his hands. you look over to him with a fond smile, nodding in approval and lowering your body so phainon can place the crown on your head. carefully, you adjust the plants, looking between mydei and phainon. “how does it look?” you question.

if you could take a picture of this moment and frame it—you would do it in a heartbeat. phainon’s cyan eyes melt at the sight of you, his hand reaching up to adjust the flowers properly. beside him, mydei stills with another half-peeled pomegranate in his hand. his golden eyes scan over you—and he can’t stop himself from staring at your face.

“you look…” phainon trails off, suddenly finding himself at a loss of words.

“ethereal.” mydei finishes for him.

warmth rushes to your cheeks and you smile sheepishly. “you two would look way better.” you move to gently set the crowns on their heads, brushing away any hair that gets in the way. “there.” you declare, sitting back down.

mydei, the prince of castrum kremnos, sitting beside phainon, the deliverer of okhema, both crowned in blue, red, and reed blossoms. deciding this is too good an opportunity to pass, you fish out your phone and motion them close. carefully angling the device with the camera pointing at the three of you, you snap a few photos—mydei on your left and phainon on your right.

“is there anything else you wanted to do today?” mydei asks, peering at the photos over your shoulder.

phainon mirrors mydei’s actions, pointing and cooing at the few photos he enjoys.

you pause in thought, eventually shaking your head. “no, nothing in particular comes to mind. i’m enjoying myself regardless, though.” you tuck your phone away after sending the photos to their teleslates, taking to enjoying the moment with your two lovers. phainon leans back and drapes an arm over your shoulder, his hand resting idly on mydei’s bicep. mydei continues to peel the pomegranates for the three of you to share, occasionally feeding you and handing some seeds to phainon.

you and phainon engage in light conversation, with mydei listening and butting in every now and then. eventually, when mydei and phainon begin to bicker—over chimeras, you rest your head against phainon’s shoulder. a gentle breeze caresses your skin, lulling your eyes shut. a faint smile remains on your lips.

you’re right where you want to be…

[sidus-noctifer]

this is so cute😭

[azullumi]

PERCHANCE — ft. hsr men !!

you and your lover live in a shared space, and oftentimes, you hear and experience things that you aren’t supposed to, however annoying, entertaining, and distressing it can be; so basically, dealing with annoying neighbours, couple break-ups, or unusual occurrences.

CONTENT TAGS — established relationship, you're both adults, fluff, you either live in a house or an apartment, cursing, scenarios, possibly ooc, kind of crack | wc: 3.1k

DIRECTOR NOTES — have this random silly idea i had while i was waiting for the train anyways i dont know how this got so long i swear i was just fucking around and writing and im also running out of titles ARGGGSHHHSH

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CAELUS

Your neighbours were arguing. Again. It’s something that you have already grown used to. So what do you and Caelus do? Of course, listen to it. It has become part of your nightly ritual, after all. You have both of your ears pressed against the wall, hushing one another, scolding for even breathing too loud because you cannot hear shit clearly. Tonight’s episode seems to be titled, “WHOSE LASHES IS THIS IN YOUR CAR?”, purely based on what you’ve been hearing behind the wall. 

The pieces of information that you got from yesterday’s together connect to each other like missing dots—that girl you’ve seen enter the apartment last time when the girlfriend had already left for work, which is the same girl you’ve seen in the highlights of the girlfriend’s account with the name, ‘4lyf’. You are wide-eyed staring at one another, sending telepathic messages, hoping that the both of you are on the same wavelength. You had your hopes up when he repeatedly nodded to your hushed question of “Do you know what this means?” 

However, when your debriefing came later on, hours after the bickering of the couple next door had ended, the both of you had come to different conclusions, making you wonder how did he even get there. 

“He’s clearly cheating on her with her best friend." You say. 

He then replies: “Or maybe homeboy just likes collecting lashes. You know those people who keep their fingernails clippings?”

“What, Caelus, that’s disgusting. Don’t tell me you do that?”

“What kind of image do you even have of me in your head?”

DAN HENG

Dan Heng sees you camping by the hallway like the nosy person you are as soon as he gets home, hiding behind the slightly open door, eavesdropping on the couple, ex-lovers, or a pair with a romantic history (a gut-wrenching situationship) bickering. 

You immediately beckon him over, placing a finger against your lips to silence any of his questions, and by the time he arrives by your side you pull him aside: “They’ve been at it for hours.” You say, completely focused on a pair of a couple of strangers, eyes gleaming with the fervor as if you’re watching your favorite show on TV. 

“And you’ve been here for hours?” He replies, which you immediately hush him. It’s rather painful to admit, but there’s this feeling that boils in his chest, and he can’t help but be upset. Something sharp and unwelcome twists in his chest at how utterly captivated you are by this strangers' mess when he's standing right here, when he could be giving you his full attention. Why are you paying so much attention to someone that isn’t him?

“I don’t really know what’s going on but it looks so interesting, so I can’t help it.” You utter, still not sparing a glance at him. Clearly, you weren’t the only one as the others are doing the same thing—even the ones from a different floor are lingering by the stairs.

With a long-suffering sigh that doesn't quite mask his irritation, he hooks a finger in your collar and bodily drags you away from your makeshift opera show, ignoring your indignant squawks as he herds you back inside, effectively distracting you with something else.

PHAINON

There are some pretty loud sounds and creaking that has been going on in the apartment next door. 

At first, Phainon and you dismissed it. I mean, it’s not like those kinds of things are not normal and both of you weren’t the purest beings out there in this world. Besides, that was just the only time it’s going to happen, right? 

Wrong. 

You are completely and utterly wrong because for DAYS you have been enduring those damn sounds and for days you are losing sleep over it. It haunts you every single night for hours as soon as the clock strikes nine as if it was a damn routine of theirs. You tried knocking back against the wall, a signal, but they didn't stop. Matter of fact, they get louder.

By the time a week has passed by, or banged by, both you and Phainon have reached a level of zen-like resignation that would concern even the most seasoned monks. 

Night comes once more, his eyes are glazed over as the headboard next door pounds rhythmically against the wall in what can only be described as architectural assault. He’s long since given up on subtlety, muttering, “Good for them,” with the hollow cheer of a man who has accepted his fate. You, on the other hand, are biting your lip to keep from laughing at the way his eye twitches every time a particularly enthusiastic moan pierces the air. 

He suddenly rolls over, pulls you in his arms, and squeezes you tightly like you were a life-sized stress ball, “You’re laughing, we’re both miserable, and you’re laughing.” Perhaps it was better to bang at your neighbor's door tomorrow to give them a change of pace, or a new definition of pounding.

ANAXAGORAS

Anaxa is not one to be able to tolerate such things. I mean, how many times has this been already? Every single time there is a damn delivery addressed to your door, it’s not really addressed to you nor him, but to the person who lives next to you. You wouldn’t mind it if it was just a one-time occurrence, but no, because nearly every single day you’ll always have someone knocking and yelling: “Delivery for (insert name of your neighbour who is pissing you off and inconveniencing you with this thing)!”

From food, to jewelry, to clothes, to shoes, to flowers, you name it all. It feels like you had the entire mall fall into your entire doorstep already. It gets annoying especially when it overlaps with some of your expected deliveries. Imagine being so excited for your parcel to arrive that you’d run to your door, abandoning whatever you are doing, only to discover that it wasn’t even yours?!?

“This is getting annoying.” You grumble, invading Anaxa’s personal space as he reads from his book, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I agree.”

So what does Anaxa propose to do instead? Accepting the deliveries before his neighbour could open the door and tell the guy that it’s theirs. From then on, you are enjoying the luxuries of free food and items. Though it only lasted for five days because your lovely neighbor didn’t put your address as the delivery place anymore after your small squabble with them. Bummer.

Why were they even putting your address for deliveries anyway? Turns out your neighbour was scamming people left and right online and putting your address as to not get in trouble in case authorities get involved. Well, they did get involved and they also did end up at your door but you simply redirected them to the right place.

MYDEIMOS

As a great philosopher has once said, for one to arrange their furniture, one must do it in the morning. Not during the ass fucking crack of dawn when you’re already wandering and skipping in your dreamland, talking to a purple dinosaur. As soon as he hears that loud banging, screeching, and scraping of something coming from the place above, Mydei does not waste a single second.

“What the fuck.” You say, groggy and having just woken up from your sleep when a loud sound of something crashing is heard from above. You would have thought someone broke into your place until you saw Mydei right beside you, leaning against the headboard, arms crossed across his chest.

“What was that? Did you hear that?” You’re already bombarding him with questions, trying to make sense of what’s happening until you hear another sound of something scraping just above your ceiling and it doesn’t stop for a minute. If you were in a cartoon, your whole place would already be shaking just for the effect of it.

“I’m going to talk to them.”

“Huh?” You say, confused, watching as your lover gets out of bed. “Who?” Your eyes follow him as he randomly picks a shirt from his closet. 

Before he completely leaves, he crosses the room until he’s leaning over you, one hand cradling your cheek as if you’re something sacred. His thumb brushes beneath your eye and before you realize it, he’s already tilting your face up, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

When he finally pulls back, he murmurs, “Stay here.” And then you never see him again.

Just kidding, you do. Just a few minutes later when he slips back into bed and tells you to go back to sleep, while he embraces you. You don’t question him or what he did, and surely enough, your sleep was peaceful and quiet.

BOOTHILL

ASSERT DOMINANCE, Boothill claims as he’s already rolling his sleeves and preparing to take out the speaker system.

He was already not having it. Months of having to deal with his so-called neighbours, also so-called ‘friends’, and their never-ending parties that disturb your sleep to which they’ll compensate with a half-assed apology the next morning only to do the same thing again during the night. In addition to that nuisance too is how some of these dumbasses would occasionally stumble into your door, mistaking it for the party venue. Clearly, they don’t see the loud ass house with disco lights just behind them.

After another intoxicated fool ends up at your doorstep again, his already-broken composure falters as he swings the door open with a rather pissed off grin, gaze burning with so much intensity. "Lost, darling?" he purrs, voice dripping saccharine venom as the stranger blinks blearily at him. One glance at you who bore a tired look on your face and back to Boothill who's still hovering by the doorway, glaring, and the poor soul suddenly remembers they have somewhere else to be. That was it, that was the last straw.

So here you are, trying to stop him as he drags the speakers to the porch, firing up a playlist exclusively consisting of a guy imitating how Hugh Jackman would sing certain songs (please get the reference) and Mariah Carey’s entire discography.

Not long after, the neighbour’s party stops dead. Although a verbal argument did break out, with your lover’s amazing vocabulary and machine-gun like mouth, he won.

"See, darlin’? Sometimes the best way to shut a party down is to throw a better one."

In the end, both you and the neighbours got a noise complaint.

JING YUAN

There’s a couple breaking up across the street and they were yelling loud enough to wake up even the neighbourhood’s deepest sleeper. So like the chad Jing Yuan and you are, of course, you sit by your porch on the pretense that you are… simply sightseeing. Yes, sightseeing. 

That’s why you have your chairs out with glasses of juice along with some leftover popcorn that you made last night. Oh, and also, your binoculars. If only you could read lips to complete your experience, but it’s alright, because this couple (or not to be) is screaming and hollering loudly, as the lady throws into the streets what you assume to be his belongings. 

The spectacle escalates to something like you would see from a telenovela, shame there are no grand reveals and slapping involved. But the girl did fling a ceramic vase at him, to which the man dodges, unfortunately.

“I wonder what the guy did.” You mumble, taking a mouthful of popcorn. Your bucket was nearly empty now and at the same time, it seems like your show is coming to an end as the woman stomps back inside and leaves the guy behind. With that, Jing Yuan rises from his chair, stretching languidly before offering you his arm. 

"Shall we retire for intermission, my dear? I believe Act Two will involve either tearful reconciliation or a round two of their fight. Either way, we'll want fresh snacks." It’s no lie that your lover is positively radiant with amusement despite the disruption it created for your usually peaceful, warm afternoon.

SUNDAY

Sunday deals with the neighbours’ drunken chaos the way a saint tolerates blasphemy. Despite the nuisance it has brought with the loud bass that seem to shake the whole place awake, he’s still formal and proper in handling the situation.

The door opens after a few minutes of knocking and waiting and a lady greets him.

“My apologies for interrupting your revelry, but I’m afraid you’re disturbing everyone with your enthusiastic celebration.” Specifically you. The thought of you being weary and troubled as you lose sleep over this terrible disturbance is making his chest tighten. He doesn’t wish to see you suffer, so he ignores your insistence of just leaving the neighbours alone. “Some of us have work in the morning.”

The woman blinks slowly and cries, “I’M NOT READY TO DIE YET!” 

Hell is quieter than their playlist, that’s for sure. 

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Please, it is clear that you are not of sober mind,” he forces a smile, “so allow me to make this simple for you. We would appreciate it if you were to immediately comply with local noise ordinance, lest we escalate this to the authorities. You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

That seemed to have sobered her up, and though annoyed, the lady apologized and went back inside. Soon, the music comes to a halt and everything is embraced by silence. Relieved, he returns to your side after accomplishing what he was here for, bringing you a warm cup of tea to drink as he tells you of how his conversation went down, saying something about how some people wouldn't recognize peace if it bit them.

BLADE

You’ve just moved into the neighborhood, hoping to have a fresh, warm start together with your beloved. But life seems to have different plans for you.

There’s this group of teenagers making a commotion every day by the front of your house, coinciding at the same time that he’s away. From lighting up fireworks which resulted in burning off a few of your plants as it flew off the wrong direction, to laughing and playing loudly that you often find your afternoon nap being disturbed, and to even throwing eggs at your window as they compete with one another on who’ll get to hit the highest. It’s annoying, especially when you have already told them off many times before but they never listen. These brats.

Eventually, you’ve resorted to telling Blade about it, nearly breaking down in the process. I mean, it was stressing you out so much and although it could just be a small thing for others—reasoning it with how they’re just children and having fun—, it was making you frustrated. 

Blade makes an effort to comfort you, even reassuring you that he’ll deal with the problem. You just nod and accept it, knowing that he won’t be able to do anything against these young, wild, and free teenagers. 

You didn’t know that doubting Blade was a big mistake because somehow, when the next day comes, he had managed to bring them over to you and had them apologize, swearing that they’ll never bother you again.

“We’re so sorry!”

“We’re never going to do it again!”

“Please forgive us!”

You did scold them, kindly, before forgiving them and oddly enough, it was satisfying. It feels like a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders.

“What did you do?” You ask him as soon as the kids leave.

“Stared at them.”

AVENTURINE

In all honesty, it’s rare for you to hear anything scandalous or experience something frustrating, so things can get a little boring. But when drama does strike, you and Aventurine are front-row spectators, dissecting every juicy detail.

This time, however, the gossip seems to involve you. There is a girl, a stranger, standing in front of you, yelling and accusing you of things that you don’t even remember doing. Your confusion and silence, however, prompts the stranger to hesitate and stop.

“Wait, you’re not [Name]?”

“I am…?”

"You bitch! Are you trying to confuse me or what?!" Furious, her hand flies up—only for Aventurine to catch her wrist with ease, letting go of it soon after.

“Perhaps there is a small misunderstanding. If I remember correctly, there are two [Name]’s in here.” he shields you behind him, holding your hand as if to reassure you, “I believe that the person you are looking for is them.” He says, directing her attention to somewhere else.

And funnily enough, there is another girl a few steps away, attempting to cover their face with their purse, trying to run away before they get caught. But it’s too late as the girl finally realizes who her target truly is. 

“YOU!” She storms over, heels clanking loudly against the floor. “I knew it was you!” You beg to differ.

The scene immediately escalated into a catfight accompanied with yelling and spilling the most atrocious things like how this paramour was also sleeping with the man’s sister. Wow, messy.

“Should we call the security?”

“I already did.” Aventurine casually says, squeezing your hand as he tugs you away from the spectacle. Walking back to your home and away from the mess, he takes this moment to tease you:

“Babe, you should have told me you had another man.”

“I do not!”

GALLAGHER

“And what’s troubling my beloved?” Gallagher asks as soon as he sees your rather stressed state—bags heavy under your eyes, hair disheveled, and the demeanor of someone who’s been pushed to their limit. You groan, flopping face-first onto the couch with a muffled scream into the cushion.

Gallagher hums, already pouring you a glass of water before settling beside you. His calloused fingers card through your hair, listening patiently, as you rant about the latest neighborhood nuisance: there is this constant thump-thump-thump noise that happens at exactly 3 AM. 

You’ll find yourself waking up to it often, cursing at that repeated sound that’s making your head explode. It lasts for an hour, sometimes less than it, but it occurs at the same time of dawn. You’ve adapted to it now by covering your ears with some plugs you bought from the store after days of having it happen to you.

“It’s just so annoying! Does it not bother you?” You say, rolling over to your back and staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t recall ever waking up to anything with that sound.” Right, you forgot how this man can be such a heavy sleeper at times.

“Lucky you.” You groan. “It sounded like someone's bouncing a basketball? Or maybe hammering nails? I don't even know anymore."

He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, gazing at you affectionately as he caresses your cheek. “Maybe we can talk to them tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we could, they’re just next door anyway.” You mutter, sitting up slightly to rub your tired eyes. 

Gallagher’s hand stills against your skin. “What do you mean next door?”

“You know, unit 305. The one right next to us.”

“My love.”

“What? You’re scaring me, Gallagher.” You whisper, pulse quickening as his gaze flicks toward the wall.

“Nobody lives there.”

i procrastinated on this for days then as soon as i finished i got informed i have a 150-page reading due

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