a/n: surprise! here’s an appetizer for my stormbringer event :>
pm hcs: kisses with the flags!
✑ character/s: the flags (piano man, lippmann, iceman, albatross, and doc) x reader
✑ short desc: what are the flags like when showing their love to their most beloved?
✑ content includes: different kinds of kisses ; sfw ; separate members x reader ; no warnings, just pure fluff and romance
✑ word count: 1.6k words
piano man
ever the leader that he is, piano man finds that he has many priorities to tend to, but his number one will always be you — his kisses are reverent and worshipful, always ensuring you that nothing else in the world is more sacred to him than your shared love
his days will typically start off very busy at an instant. his first kiss to you is in the morning when he gets out of bed, a soft press of his lips to yours with the quiet murmur of a promise to come back home soon, yet the temptation to stay remains strong as you tug him back onto the sheets with a whispering plea for just five more minutes (how can he say no to you?)
there is a fragile sanctity present in every kiss that follows. he’ll make sure that you never forget just how perfect you are in his eyes, allowing himself to soak in the atmosphere of the moment as he takes his time with you, leading and guiding your lips to mold with his own
while his kisses may feel routinely at first, there’s a silent solace in knowing that he’s made you a part of his every single day. not a sun will pass over your heads where you aren’t in it, and god forbid a day comes when he’ll end it without you being the last thing he sees at night
no words are ever capable of expressing just how much you mean to him. you’re the real dollar among supernotes, something so special and irreplaceable
lippmann
for an actor, you often have difficulties telling whether or not his words and gestures mean anything towards others, but he promises that everything he says and does to and for you are always genuine — his kisses are passionate and sincere with nothing to hide
when he kisses you, it’s raw and unguarded behind any façade. there’s a kind of honesty in the loving press of his lips to yours that no one else will ever be blessed enough to witness, because such a thing is meant for you and you alone
though he doesn’t mind public displays of affection, his preferences always lean towards loving on you in private, be it in the comfort of your shared bedroom or in any empty corner of his film sets. both hands cup your cheeks and his brows furrow as he indulges himself in your lips, breathy sighs and the softest noises shared between you both as he lets himself linger in the taste of you
it’s never the same when he’s called to give kisses on sets — his best is reserved for you and you only, his beloved muse and inspiration for everything he does
and when you find yourself jealous of those receiving his kisses on set? goodness, he’s sure to make it up to you immediately after, pressing another kiss to your knuckles as both an apology and a promise to his only love
iceman
ironic to his name, the world around you melts away when iceman presses his lips to yours for a kiss — his kisses are tender and reassuring, and the unhurried nature of them always makes you feel like you’re home in his arms
ever the gentleman, he’ll always ask for your consent before pursuing your lips. he never wants to make you feel uncomfortable, usually holding your hand in the process or cupping your cheek to guide you
any affectionate action he takes towards you is warm, a stark contrast to his name. his kisses easily steady the racing beat of your heart, soothing any inner turmoil you may be carrying on your own
not once does he ever rush, often savoring the moment when it happens. his kisses speak of comfort with a lack of urgency, prioritizing the feel of the moment without thoughts of what could happen after
and when he feels like it, he’ll rest his forehead against yours with the softest sigh. no words are exchanged, but you can tell just how much he loves you so
albatross
albatross kisses you with the same enthusiasm as a high school boy would when he kisses his crush on the cheek for the first time — his kisses are playful and breathless, able to coax giggles from your lips between each peck and smooch
he sees you not just as his partner, but as his playmate. to him, you are someone who halves his sorrow when he is sad and doubles his joy when he is ecstatic. for that, he loves you so, and he promises to quarter your sorrows and quadruple your joys
his kisses will often come out of nowhere in an attempt to catch you off guard. you could be going about your day normally and you’d feel a pair of lips and accompanied by a loud “mwah!” right on the apple of your cheek (and you find yourself flustered every time)
he never forgets to give you a forehead kiss after putting your helmet on when you two go out for late night drives on his motorcycle — it’s his way of saying that yes, he’s a bit of an airhead, but he’ll always make sure to keep you safe no matter the situation
and when he presses his lips to yours, there’s always a laugh between bated breaths, and he can’t help but smile at how fortunate he is to share such a happy kind of love with you
doc
it is because of you that doc finds himself closer to the divine creator in his every waking moment, knowing that you, an earthly being, are the closest thing he has to touching heaven — his kisses are healing yet feverish, able to weaken your knees and make your head spin dizzily
he kisses you the same way he dresses the wounds of a patient — meticulous and attentive, taking note of every sigh and shiver that slips from between your lips
every kiss is a contradiction in itself. they are both soothing but desperate, soft but fiery with the kind of longing for more before being met with a relief that you two share. he never rushes, much the same way he approaches every surgical operation, and he’s precise enough with every movement that it makes you burn up
if he’s feeling playful enough, he’ll bite your lip teasingly, jagged teeth leaving little marks while you whine at the unexpected feeling (you can’t argue, however, not when you enjoy his antics so much)
after a long day of tending to other people, he lets himself be taken care of by you, his trust unwavering with a kiss to show that even when his life is in your hands, it’s you who he’ll always have faith in
a/n: i actually wrote this in the midst of having a panic attack during a practice session LMAO so take this as something of a word vomit of sorts (that i hope makes sense)! this is also the appetizer for my stormbringer event, so i hope you enjoyed reading this! :>
Description: In small towns rumours spread like a wildlife. Especially in an age of Internet .
BSD Cast's presence in your life changed, how other people saw you. Not for the best.
Fears and anxiety eats you up. You are terrified of loosing your new friends, but also feel, that one day, you will be alone again.
After you loose your job, in combine attempt of cheering you up, learning more about real world and came in terms with having fans, Fitzgerald bought all of you a tickets to Anime Expo.
BSD Cast are existed and confused. They want to know, what are you afraid of.
You're nervous and excited. You afraid, that any moment you will make a fool of yourself and they will leave.
You simply hope, that everything will be fine.
Part I Description:
You are trying to get through work day, ignoring rude comments, coming from your co-workers.
Flags don't understand, what is happening to you, and why you allow others to harass you. Either way, they won't allow anyone to upset you.
Warnings: OOC. English is my second language. Forced loneliness in a crowd. (Reader want to have friends, but have troubles with making them). Insecurities (Reader are afraid of being laughed at). Low self-esteem (Reader are sure, that people will think, that they are boring and stupid).
Warnings for Part I: Harassment on a workplace. Fights. Being fired from job. Everyone think, that Reader pay BSD Cast for their help with their body.
| Interlude I| >
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Albatross's motorcycle dissapeared around the corner when you opened a café's door.
A familiar jingle of the bells greeted you, when you opened the Sunset Café's door.
Time for work.
You greeted your co-workers. As usual, they have ignored you. And send nasty and disgusted glares towards you, when you passed them.
You went straight to "Employee Only" room. As usual, you had to threw away nasty notes your co-workers put in your locker.
You, now in your uniform, stand behind the counter. As usual, you ignored the whispering, that was coming from your co-workers.
Job sweet job...
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You knew, that your new roommates would turn, how people saw you.
You always were a quiet student and co-worker.
Like many other students, you were renting a small apartment, were going to the university and had a part-time job. As many other students, you were quiet one. You study and do your job, and spent your free time in your apartment, enjoying your hobbies.
Your parents always told you, how fun university life was for them. About parties, bar hopping and many other social gatherings.
You tried to attend few parties. You did not like them. They were loud, and, after few drinks, people became too against personal space. You did not have any fun. So, not to torture yourself and not to sour the mood, you stopped attending parties.
You still wanted to make friends. You are not social butterfly, but you are not are dead set on being a loner.
You tried to make friends with other students. At first, it worked. You discussed latest news and everyday problems. You dive in your friends’ hobbies, so you can discuss them. However, with time, you have noticed, that they did not try to know you a little more. Each time you wanted to say even a word about last movie you watched or a book your read, you were being shut down, and “friends” already started a new discussion. And, when you tried to say your opinion on something they were discussing, they ignored you.
They did not noticed, that you stopped hanging out with them.
You tried again.
They were better. They didn't ignore you. They let you talk about your hobbies and listen to your opinion.
And then you learned, that they were laughing at you behind your back.
You stopped trying. You didn't want to be ignored again. You didn't want to be laughed at.
Still, you didn't want to be alone...
But, what next group will laugh at you again?
You choose to listen to your anxiety.
And, once again, as back at school, you became
IGNORED
“Quiet-Nerd-What–was-their-name?”
No one expected you to do anything drastic.
Until, one day, BSD Cast appeared in your living room.
And people remembered, that you existed.
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It first, it wasn't too bad.
After Albatross got all documents he needs and finally bought a new motorcycle, he volunteered to constantly give you a ride to the university. It takes you time, before you agreed to his proposal. You were fine going by feet, or taking a bus. But, the new house was further from the university, than your previous apartment, so, to safe time, you agreed to Albatross's proposal.
Now you have more time to sleep and still can get to the university earlier, to prepare for lectures.
You weren't worried about questions, that fellow students would ask. For them, you were practically invisible. They won't pay attention to you, right?
Perhaps, it would be the case. But, you failed to get one thing in consideration.
Sunset Café
Relatively popular place among students. Not only because of delicious pastries, hot beverages and low prices. Mostly, because of owners' willingness to employ students and giving them a normal paycheck. Not enough to buy everything you need, but enough to pay rent and buy a present for yourself twice a year. Besides, employees were allowed to drink beverages and take few pastries. So, free dinner/lunch. Saved money!
So, of course, you were one of the many employees in Sunset Café. And, sometimes, you shared shift with your "classmates". If you were lucky, you could even say a few words to them, and they would react to them.
You didn't quit your job after BSD Cast appeared in your life. Mori, Fitzgerald, Poe and even Mitchell with Steinbeck tried to convince you to quit it. They assured you, that you don't need this job anymore. They have more than enough money to pay for everything you need or want. Everyone told you, that they won't hold it against you, if you quit your job and focus on your studies.
Your decision didn't change. You will work. Not only because you will feel bad for not contributing.
Because you need money for that... And you will feel terrible, taking money from BSD Cast to do it...
BSD Cast accepted it. They only asked you to tell them when your shifts are and text, when you will go home.
You were fine with sharing this with them.
A week passed. Albatross gave you a ride to university. Then, after lessons were over, you will go by foot to Sunset Café and after work take a bus to get home. Everything was fine. Even if other students noticed your "driver", they didn't ask questions. They get used to ignoring you.
And then, one day, after university, you saw Albatross on the parking lot.
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"Hey, [Y/N]! How university was, Racing Star?" Albatross waved his hand, smiling brightly. You tilted your head and quickly approach him.
you felt other students gazes on you... since when someone, except professors, knew your name? and since when, you have a person, who will have a nickname for you?
You lean towards him, whispering.
"Albatross? What are you doing here?" You quickly released, that you were rude. "I mean, hello. University was good."
stupid stupid he will think that you are a rude idiot
Albatross smiles at you warmly and took (yours) helmet from his motorcycle.
"Great! I am here to pick you up. Since today, I will also give you a ride to your workplace! And from workplace to home!" He held the helmet towards you.
You took it and put it on.
Albatross mirrored your actions and get on motorcycle.
"Hop on, Raising Star!"
You sat behind him, on your own proper seat, with your feet on your own foot pegs.
You put your arms around Albatross torso.
The motorcycle moved.
many people looked after you two. in a few hours all your co-workers knew about Albatross and you
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Questions came.
"Who is this handsome man?"
"Is he single?"
"You get a boyfriend?! You?!"
"Why he is giving you a ride?!"
You shrugged their questions of.
"Just a new roommate. We met online, talked about some anime and manga for a bit (rolled eyes and whispers of 'useless nerd'). And about few other things. He wanted to move over from his city to this town and wanted us to be roommates. He volunteered to gave me rides."
(whispers of 'And how you are paying for the rides?' you ignored them)
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A shove in the side interrupted your thought chain.
"Wake up, cheap strumpet! Or are you thinking about all this 'rides' the blonde one gave you? The one in sunglasses." John's gaze was full of disgust. It was clearly visible, that your co-worker, and student from your class, want to spit in your face really badly. Thankfully, he decided against it.
"We will have clients soon. Reminder, not clients, that you are used to. So get back to normal, respected work."
He growled and left to the kitchen.
You wanted to protest, that it was summer. University was over. Most students left, and the Café wasn't that popular among other town's residents.
no clients means more trouble for you
But you stay silent.
You didn't want to lose your job. You need it.
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Albatross parked his motorcycle not far from Sunset Café. He returned to the Café on his own foot. There was a restaurant on the opposite side of the street. And, because they didn't serve any deserts and only could offer Earl Grey and espresso, it wasn't a competitor with Sunset Café.
From said restaurant you can clearly view Sunset Café, and see, what was happened inside.
Albatross choose the closest table to the window. He sat down, ordered a sandwich and start observing. His friends will join him soon. For now, he must look after you.
He clenched his teeth, when he saw, how that man shoved you. Albatross gad no idea, what he was telling you, but you looked uncomfortable. And silent. You didn't try to protect yourself.
Albatross doesn't understand. Why you were so silent and don't protect yourself? Why you don't ask them for help?
Albatross doesn't have answers yet. But, he promised, that today he will protect you.
And other Flags will help him.
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The interest in you and Albatross quickly died. Well, in you the interest died. Albatross still was discussed. Handsome man, dressed in leather jacket and rugged pants, who can ride a motorcycle, tend to get people's attention.
Life became normal again, aside from people, who would beg you to give them Albatross's number.
But then, another "new" appeared in your life.
Homemade meals.
"I knew, that you can have cake with coffee, but it is not a meal, [Y/N]. It is a snack or a treat. So, hush, and take your bento." Yosano wasn't listening to your protest, putting a lunch container into your bag.
Lunches became a norm for you.
If people saw you eating your own food, they didn't question it. Perhaps, they assumed, that after getting a roommate, you start having more money, enough for not to worry about constant saving and searching for low prices. Or, maybe, some people thought, that Albatross was also cooking for you.
But one day, you forgot your lunch at home.
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You were working on filling coffee machine, when John called for you.
"Um... Person, who are filling coffee machine... [Y/N], right?"
You nodded.
you were used for people forgetting your name
"[Y/N]... there is some kind of freak with IV looking for you!" John sounded confused.
IV? Doc?
You walked past confused John. He still looked confused. You could bet, that it was equally, because of Doc's appearance and, because there was another non-professor, who knew your name.
he and other of your co-workers were listening on yours and Doc's meeting
Doc does look interesting. Mostly because of IV and jagged teeth. But, you can quickly get used to said looks.
Doc flashed a toothy grin at you.
it made your co-workers took a step back
Doc raised a hand, and you saw, that he was holding a wrapped up bento.
Your lunch, that you forgot.
"[Y/N], silly little Kindly Care, you forgot your lunch."
You nodded, taking it from him.
"Hello, Doc. Thank you..."
idiot. your stupidity made him walk all the way here to give you food. apologize. Maybe, he won't hate you and would simply despise
"I am so sorry for all troubles I..." You didn't get to finish. Doc chuckled and pet your shoulder. His gaze was warm. He didn't look angry. Only happy.
"Don't worry this pretty little head of yours. It wasn't trouble at all. Hey, how soon your shift will end? Maybe, I can wait for you, and then Albatross, you and I can hang out?"
you can felt burning gazes of your co-workers on your back
You wanted to say 'yes, let's hang out'. But, your shift was far from over. He could probably go home. He will go home.
you aren't worse waiting for...
"I will be free in three hours, Doc... Maybe, you should..." Doc's grin became even bigger.
"Neat. I will wait for you."
Doc sat on the table in far away corner.
And you go back to your co-workers.
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They literally pressed you against the wall, trying to get answers.
"Who is this creep?"
"You have another friend?"
"Another roommate?"
"How big the flat is?"
"Is he the one, who is cooking you food?"
"Are you three dating?"
It was difficult, but you escaped from the encirclement. You ignored half of the questions.
"Yes, another roommate. No, we aren't dating. I won't answer any more questions. My personal life is none of your concern."
maybe, if you say something else... this situation would be solved...
(Kasey, another co-worker, whispered 'what they saw in you? What you give them in return for their help?' you ignored her)
Albatross, Doc and you got ice cream after your shift was done.
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You were re-filling coffee machine, when you heard steps coming from behind.
Only your reflexes saved you from having coffee spilled all over you. Kasey's voice was dripping with venom.
Still, it wasn't too bad. Albatross, Doc and almost everyone from BSD Cast wasn't too sociable, for now. So, your co-workers and other students can't get more information from them, and you simply refused to talk.
you are too grumpy... you will never have friends... you will always be alone...
But, loneliness can't last forever.
if you are not talking about yourself, of course
BSD Cast wanted to have jobs.
Lippmann was one of the first, who got it.
New actor in a local theater. A new start. New celebrity. Videos with him became viral.
And said start preferred to spend time with a shy, timid student, worker of Sunset Café.
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Kasey squeaked, when Lippmann, a new celebrity, walked into the Café.
"Y-you..." she looked at him in adoration. Lippmann sent a smile in her direction.
Simple, polite smile.
He read her badge.
"Yes, me. Miss Kasey, can you, please, tell me, where... [Y/N]!" He noticed you, walking with a tray, full of dirty dishes.
Lippmann smiles at you.
Genuine, warm smile. Smile, that was reserved strictly for you.
You tried your best to stay polite and not to lose balance.
"Hello, Lippmann. Good to see you..."
Lippmann immediately was near you, taking away the tray. You didn't even make a sound, when he brought the tray to the kitchen. He returned to you, smiling.
"Well, Star Performer, ready to have lunch together?"
You mentally scolded yourself. Today you had a short day, and would leave the job earlier, than usual. This morning, Lippmann suggested eating lunch together. You were sure, that he was playing a prank on you. But it would be rude to say no. You agreed.
you hopped, that he will show up
you don't deserve them. someone as bad as you should stay from normal people
You nodded. Lippmann grinned.
"Good. I will wait for you to get ready."
"Thanks. I will be ready in a minute." you went to "Employee Only" room to get your bag and change.
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Co-workers gathered their courage to talk to Lippmann.
"Do you know them?"
"Do you know two others, that hang out with them?"
"What are they to you?"
Lippmann's answers were empty.
"[Y/N], few other people and I are roommates. I also see [Y/N] as someone close. Please, stop bothering me. I want to pick up my friend and spend the rest of the day with them."
When you returned, Lippmann took your hand and lead you towards the exit, ignoring your co-workers.
They glared at door, that closed behind you two.
If people could do physical damage with their gazes, you would be stabbed multiple times by their gazes.
(Today, all of them took a dive on social media. Trying to find more people, who knew you. They started with Lippmann socials.)
It was the point of no return
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You only wanted to have lunch.
You choose an empty table and was ready to dig in into red bean chazuke (thank you, Mori), when someone slammed a hand on the table before you.
Max, baker, were glaring at you. They were older than you, and not a student anymore. But, they were a star student, back there, and still honored the university traditions.
And they were furious at you.
Because of what people thought you were doing.
"You have no idea, how you disgust me. You are a disgrace to the university." they spit. They grabbed your lunch box and threw it down. Food spilled on the ground. You cowered in fear.
Max spit on the floor.
"Clean it up. Or eat it right from the floor. Livestock aren't allowed to eat as normal humans."
You blinked away your tears.
Hold on...
Just hold on...
You need money...
To pay rent...
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Doc and Albatross had to hold down Lippmann (and themselves) from marching down to the Café and do something really nasty to the bastard.
Lippmann breathed in and out.
"Why... Why they are hurting [Y/N]? For what sick entertainment?" mumbles Lippmann, tapping fingers against the table. Albatross and Doc didn't answer. They don't need to.
Lippmann closed his eyes. He hated not doing anything.
But, he needs to wait for a bit more. To get more evidence.
He remembered about some of the messages he received on his socials.
About how good you are in... "under the table" job. How much will it cost. If he is disgusted by you.
He simply thought, that it was trolls or haters, who just saw your photos on his page.
But, what if this people knew you and him in real life?
Lippmann breathed in again.
You were the only good part of the Real World. Other real people were huge bastards. He must protect you.
His precious Star Performer.
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They found photos.
Photos with you and BSD Cast.
With all of them calling you a great friend and roommate.
There were some videos.
About you being happy to get a gift or hanging out with them.
Fellow students and co-workers don't understand.
How a quiet, timid, shy nerd could get so much attention? Especially from new big businessmen and businesswoman?
They drew the only "logical" conclusion.
You were selling your body.
Now you weren't nameless anymore.
No, now you have many names.
Cheap, livestock, thing, toy... To call the least explicit.
And harassment came.
They didn't harass you on The Internet or tried to cross the line.
Thay said, that dirt wasn't worth to get in jail or any legal troubles. But they left notes, were rude, yelled at you, shoved you. Some people send complaints to the university.
They didn't want to be near you.
Professors didn't do anything. You were grown-ups, can deal with your own problems. But they asked all of you to be quiet. So you won't ruin the university's image of a prestigious, place with good students.
you were ruining not only BSD's Cast reputation. you are ruining university's reputation
Café's manager didn't do anything. Deal with it on your own. But he demand, that you deal with it not in front of the clients. And promised to fire you, if you start a scandal.
You tried to fight. You tried to explain. Show some of your messages with Oda, Mori, Nikolai, Fukuzawa and Fitzgerald.
But there was no way for you to prove, that you and BSD Cast were just friends.
"You have a second phone, where the evidence are!"
"I don't know, what is more disgusting. The number of your 'roommares'.or their ages."
"Don't come near. You are a freak without any morals."
was it your fault?did you deserve it? if you had friends in university, maybe you would...
there was no use in crying over spilled milk
you simply must move on
summer is soon
after holidays, they will forget about you
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You and Piano Man were feeding ducks in local park. Both of you were silent.
Silence was comfortable.
And then Piano Man spoke.
"[Y/N]... Rare Coin, can I ask you something?" his tone was gentle. You threw more seeds into the lake, before answering.
"Ask away." You smiled shyly. It's been three months since BSD Cast appeared in this world, in your life.
It felt good to have friendly conversations.
it was nice to have friends
Piano Man licked his lips, before speaking.
"[Y/N], are you alright? You looked... sad for the last few days. Did something happen? Can we help you?"
You froze.
they will hate you. you are ruining their reputation. LIE
"Everything is fine! I just worried about my finals!" a fake smile appeared on your face. Piano Man crooked an eyebrow.
"Kunikida said, that you are doing great. Or are you afraid of getting Not "100 points" but "99.99 points"?"
You nervously nodded.
"I always worried about my finals..."
Piano Man still didn't look convinced.
"And how your relationship with other students and co-workers?"
You swallow. You felt, iike a rock fall down your stomach.
"It's fine. They not really interested in me. I am just another student."
Piano Man looked at you for few moments. He clearly wanted to ask more questions, but decided to drop the subject.
"Fine. I will believe you. But, please, if you have troubles, talk to us. We care about you. We will help you."
You mumble something under your breath.
they will hate you for lying. idiot. go back to your books
Piano Man threw remaining seeds to the ducks. He held his hand towards you.
"Let's go and buy some groceries. Goncharov promised to cook stew for dinner."
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You had a headache. You just wanted this day to be over. You wanted to go home. To stay far away from the Café and University. From students.
They were glaring at you. They hated you.
Duncan, your manager, was towering over you. He bared his teeth and hissed.
"I promise you, you won't stay here for tool long. I will make sure, that you will be fired. Who knew, what diseases you are carrying around. I don't want to have my life ruined because of your debauchery."
You close your eyes. You are hated, because of stupid rumors.
And you can't ask anyone for help.
you aren't important enough to be a burden
to ask for help
you want to cry
you fight the urge
don't show weakness
you need this job
to pay rent
to keep your old apartment
The Café door was opened.
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Piano Man didn't walk into the restaurant. He simply stopped before restaurant window and waved his hand, showing Albatross, Doc and Lippmann, that it was time.
Piano Man kept looking at the Café. At place, where you were working. At place, where you were harassed.
He clenched his fists.
He remembered, how you were acting during last finals. They still were in their world, but they could tell, that you weren't panicking or having a meltdown...
And about students.
There was one thing, that concern not only Piano Man, but all members of BSD Cast.
How empty your list of messages were.
Chat with parents. Chat for your group of students. Chat for all university students (only reading, where students can't post). Chat for Sunset Café workers.
And you hardly interacted with any if the chats.
It would be a good thing, if your parents write even one in a month.
Students in a chat ignored you, if you try to ask something, making you send the message multiple times.
Workers in a café left you on read for a good chunk of time, answering the last moment.
And even after they appeared in this world, they didn't see you hanging with someone else, exept them.
Were you bullied? No, not a correct term.
Piano Man remembered bruises. Bruises, that, according to you, came from falling down.
You were harrassed.
How dare they hurt you?
"[Y/N], don't worry, dear, we will protect you."
You were shy, kind, clever and adorable. Yet, some bastards thought, that they can hurt you. They were wrong.
And Flags will show them, how wrong they were.
"Ready?" asked his friends.
Three "Ready" were his answers.
Ice Man just walked into the café. Piano Man moved forward. Doc, Albatross and Lippmann followed after him.
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Duncan was too absorbed in scoffing at you. He didn't notice, how Iceman walked into a café.
Your other co-workers, however, saw his. And tried to stay as far away as they can.
Iceman was a good man. Soft-spoken and kind. He often invites you to drink coffee together, while listening to some of his records.
But he does have an overwhelming presence. With a scar running down his right eye and emotionless face, tall /hit/ man didn't look like an embodiment of friendship.
Duncan continues to spit insults at you.
"You are everything, that is wrong with your generation. You have no honor or any idea, how normal human beings should behave in society!"
You turned away and tried not to pay attention. You failed. Duncan's yells were loud.
Shouts of approval were heard from different parts of the café. Iceman may have looked scary, but people can't pass up the chance to rub your face in your 'inappropriate' behavior.
With a corner of your eye you saw, how Iceman picked up one of the vases, that was standing on each table and had flowers put in it. With vase in hand, Iceman continue walking to Duncan and you.
You shake your head, trying to stop Iceman from doing what he wanted to do.
you don't need troubles at work!
Door opened again.
The Rest of the Flags walked inside. You have a bad feeling about this.
Duncan's loud howls were interrupted by a soft ringing sound. The fiery speaker fell and hit his face against the floor.
Behind him was Iceman with the most repentant expression on his face. But a sly smile was ruining the image.
"I'm so clumsy!" Iceman “apologized,” pointing with his hand at the glass shards of the vase and the scattered flowers, that were lying on the floor.
“But, honestly, he is such a disgusting guy. It was time for him to shut up.”
Your co-workers realized, what happened just at the end of the speech, and the last words Iceman spoke crouching. A tray of dirty dishes, which Max threw from the kitchen door, passed over his head. The tray flew further and landed on John's head, who tried to escape at the wrong time.
The dishes' life came to an end.
The joyful cry “Get them!” that came from Albatross, announced that the calm day was ruined completely, irrevocably and for everyone at once.
Iceman, with a confident, clearly practiced movement, grabbed surprised you, and threw you behind the counter.
In the café, meanwhile, Piano Man was steadily dipping Max into a bucket of dirty water, Doc was methodically beating John with a rolling pin. Iceman jumped over the tables, running from Steve, the only guard who was already out of breath. Lippmann, who had stolen a frying pan from the kitchen in the midst of a fight, was reprimanding something to the conscious Duncan, reinforcing his words with blows from the frying pan. Albatross throw Kasey onto the counter, and, grabbing her by the collar, began dragging her back and forth.
You didn't know what to do. You were never in a fight before, and, if you stand up, you could become an easy target, putting Flags in disadvantage.
Albatross dragged Kasey away from the counter, so he can deal with another waiter at the same time, and you take a better look at what was going on.
Right that moment, Iceman and Steve ran past the counter, and Steve was close to catching Iceman.
You can't let him hurt your friend!
You grabbed a bottle of vanilla syrup and hit Steve with it.
The guard was now cowered in sticky substance.
And owner finally decided to check on what was going on.
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You were standing outside Sunset Café, holding your bag.
Flags brought enough money to pay for all the damage they caused. Owner agreed not to press charges.
But you were fired. You were the reason for a fight. Flags didn't hide, that they saw you being harassed by your former co-workers, and they simply can't let them continue that.
Flags said, that they have proofs. And thanks for that, Max, Duncan, Kasey, John, Steve and others won't press charges.
it is your fault your fault you almost get Flags in trouble
You didn't know what to feel.
You won't be harassed anymore.
But you lose a job. And other places in this town aren't interested in hiring students.
And you need the job
You need money
To keep your old apartment
So you will have...
"[Y/N]? Are you okay? " Iceman's soft voice sounded right above your ear. You looked up at him at the rest of the Flags, who were standing behind him. All of them looked guilty. Iceman spoke again.
"[Y/N], we are sorry, that you have lost your job. But, please, understand, that we couldn't just let some idiots harassed you. We wanted to protect you."
Flags nodded in agreement.
You open your mouth and said the truth.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it. And don't worry about my job. I will find another one"
you wanted this. friends, that will protect you. someone, you can protect
Albatross jumped closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders.
"That's the spirit! So, want to grab a bite, before going home?"
Without waiting for your answer, he led you away from Sunset Café. Flags followed after you two.
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Iceman walked behind you. And he was observing. He was glad, that you were safe now. But your attitude... What was going on? Why you let others walked over you?
Right now, you looked happy. But, what if one day... Because of other students...
Iceman whispered.
"We need to discuss it with others. Something is still wrong with Snowflake."
Piano Man, the only one, who heard him, nodded in agreement.
Iceman continue observing you. Albatross was recalling the best moments of the fight, and how cool you were, hitting the guard with a bottle.
You looked embarrassed, but you also participate in conversation.
For now, everything was good.
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You were half-way to the diner, Flags have chosen to grab a bite.
Your last paycheck felt heavy in your pocket.
Last money you earned.
You will spend them on a rent.
On your old apartment, that BSD Cast thought you left permanently.
Because you need this apartment.
Because, after BSD Cast will see, how boring and stupid you are, they will leave. And you will need a place to return to.
But for now, you will simply enjoy your lunch with Flags.
Ello pixyys! I have a request BUT PLEASE DO THIS AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK AND FINALS!!! AND TAKE YOUR TIME PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU BURNING OUT!
so for my request, can I request the Flags with a reader who really likes classical music and hates any sacrilegious-ness and they are able to play the piano and other instruments too? And they have really good classical music knowledge and can name any piece in like a few seconds- wait why am I sounding like I'm describing myself ;-;
ANYWAYSSS stay safe drink water get enough sleep I love you mwah
— artistic elegance.
bsd characters with a reader who likes classical music, plays various musical instruments and despises sacrilege. (fellow twosetters, iykyk👀)
ft. the flags + some small extras at the end :)
warnings/notes. gn! reader
💌HII SILVER!! thank you for the request!! and aa tysm i love you too <33 i love that gif! bsd wan gives me life (´͈ ᵕ `͈ ) also! i'm still not that familiar with the flags' personalities, so they might be a bit ooc :" but i hope this is up to your expectations!
piano man
piano man is a cultured gentleman! he may not be as well-versed in classical music as you do. but he might know one or two of the popular pieces.
this man is a man of whimsy and cruel elegance. needless to say, he respects art and delicacy. and more than all, he is drawn to your immaculate and refined taste in music.
he loves hearing you talk about your interest! from your long rambles about a particular piece to small trivia about concerts and the likes.
he will reassure you that he's not using piano wires to strangle people (lmao)
please please please make a joke about how "piano man" can't play the piano (silver iykyk haha)
if you're willing, piano man will be interested in learning the piano from you. at least to honour his name (it's just his ploy to spend more time with you <3)
he'll come to your concerts and see you play if you're performing in one <3 alternatively, you both go to orchestras and classical music concerts together
he's also canonically fastidious, so he respects perfection. he's inwardly proud if you're very dedicated to your practices. he likes hardworking people.
however! he'll know when to stop you when you're overworking yourself. when your eyebrows start to crease and that gleam in your eyes whenever your fingers dance on the piano keys fades away, he'll silently approach you, gently reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss on your cheek.
"you've done enough, love. you're amazing. you'll do splendidly."
does stopping you from practising 40 hours a day count as sacrilege? probably. as much as he hates upsetting you, piano man is willing to commit any sin if it's meant for your well-being and safety </3
lippmann
another chap who's fairly familiar with classical music. i'm sure some of his movies use classical music as soundtracks, and at some point, he has most likely acted as a musician character.
very intrigued by your extensive knowledge of musical instruments and classical pieces. he will definitely ask you for some pointers for when he has to act in a musical performance scene.
oh boy. the poor guy doesn't know what he signed up for.
"your wrist is too low. your bowing looks off," you comment as you both watch a particular scene where he act-plays the violin.
from then on, he takes your suggestions and corrections very seriously, which he is very grateful for because they help his acting career too.
more than anything though, lippmann doesn't want to upset you by committing "sacrilege"—as you like to call it.
you can teach him, let's say, a violin, or any other musical instrument. alternatively, you can take crash courses together as cute little dates <3 (all the more opportunity to flex your skills and impress him haha)
he's doing it very well, though. he's a fast learner. it's almost unfair how he has a natural talent for almost everything; from acting to negotiation skills.
he is.. very pretty.. regardless if people recognize him as a popular actor or not. so you may start regretting it when everyone from the course is starting to crowd him lmao. maybe this is not a very good idea after all,,
but! imagine this:
it's well-known that lippmann's music-acting is getting more realistic and accurate. there's this particular scene in a romance movie he starred in that causes quite a ruckus among his fans: the character he acted is playing a piece dedicated to his beloved. but his act-performance is just so 'full of love' and everyone goes crazy over it. when an interview session asks him about how he did this, he just smiles into the camera and,
"oh, i did picture a special person during that scene. they've helped me a lot, and i'm very grateful for them. you can say that 'performance' was dedicated for them."
i digress. but i'd simply die lmao
oh well, the internet will go crazy, again. "hit actor lippmann's secret muse!?" as said by the headline of the tabloid magazine. but eh, as they said, all's well should end well.. probably.
albatross
no matter how i see him, albatross is a menace (lmao)
he's likely to not know a lot about classical music and musical instruments in general. but hey! trying is also a love language.
probably gets curious when you are practising. after you explain to him the basics, there is a high chance he'll go "oh! as i expected, you're very amazing! i think i'll go for the triangle instead." 💀
he's just very impressed at whatever you're doing. you pulled off a particularly difficult, or just a so-so piece? "woah! that is so cool!" you somehow manage to name any classical piece playing within five seconds? "what kind of sorcery are you doing?!" you're going on a long ramble about how a movie depicted orchestras and piano-playing very very wrongly? albatross has no idea what you're talking about. but whatever you're doing, don't stop. he likes seeing you all happy and enthusiastic. there's something about how your eyes light up or how a smile bloom on your lips. they never fail to make his day brighter.
this man is competitive. at one point, he will start listening to classical pieces and make it a competition on who can name a piece's title whenever there's one playing. of course, he loses, every time. can't forget that time he called Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 "that one tom and jerry song."
"it's a piece, not a song, albatross."
"but it's still in tom and jerry."
well, he's not wrong, technically.
albatross will probably get excited (and be embarrassing), gushing over you if he ever comes to see you perform in a concert or the like. "look at them! they're so cool!" he'll half-whisper to anyone sitting close to him until he receives several warning glares for being noisy. oh well, at least he knows not to clap during auditions.
please prevent this man from doing any more sacrilege (lmao i keep on slandering him, sorry albatross you're a real one for this </3)
iceman
this man canonically likes to drink coffee and listen to records—a side only a few people know, and you're one of those few people.
he listens to a variety of genres, and classical pieces vinyl take up considerable space in his collection. he may be the closest to being fairly knowledgeable in classical pieces as you are.
he might not be the type to play a musical instrument himself. instead, he adores hearing you play. not that the recordings are bad, but your playing is just much more relaxing and the sounds flow better to his ears.
maybe above all, it's your presence that he finds peace from. either way, iceman is glad he can know someone who shares an overall similar interest with him.
you both can go to a record store! watch him just chuckle in amusement whenever you perk up as the store plays a classical piece, then immediately recognize the piece's title. he finds your enthusiasm cute. and not to mention, that broad knowledge is impressive. even he can't remember that many classical pieces.
he will be very grateful if you shove a good amount of music recommendations to him, or make a playlist for him! iceman might just listen to it in his free time because they remind him of you <3
in terms of sacrilege, he doesn't really mind much and leans on the more chill side. oh? that movie you're both watching is playing a very badly acted orchestra scene? he finds the way you internally cringe amusing. but iceman understands how such things really upset you, so he'll be there to listen to your rambles and criticisms.
all in all, he's a very chill but loving guy <3
doc
he is mostly ambivalent about classical music and musical instruments. but as a doctor, he knows well that classical music is scientifically proven to be able to reduce stress and alleviate anxiety.
for that reason, he might know one or two things about classical music. but nothing too in-depth besides the fact it has some therapeutic effects to it.
hence! it's the perfect opportunity to tell him everything you know! (and flex when you're at it)
"doc! don't you know that not all classical music is relaxing? for example this one-"
he watches curiously as you show him a recorded piece, the '1812 overture.' he did expect and somewhat know that there are fast-paced and energetic classical pieces out there. but he did not expect canon fires incorporated into the piece.
"this sounds like it'll give people from the mafia anxiety instead."💀
but yeah. as someone who studied a lot, and used to be a student before being a doctor, he seems like the type who appreciates knowledge very much. he is intrigued by the tidbits of occasionally out-of-pocket trivia you casually bring up.
all the same, he likes listening to you play after he's done with his work, or during his day off. being a doctor can be more stressful than being on the front lines, as there are many injuries he had to treat as soon as possible, and he has to handle occasional foolish and careless individuals who don't heed his warnings.
but! doc, hence his name, is a doctor. he will not take it kindly if you're pushing yourself with your practice, or being too anxious about an upcoming concert or performance. while not musically adept enough to help you with practices, doc will try his best to calm you down, reminding you that fatigue can ruin your concentration too. he's heard you play and practice multiple times, so he reassures you that all you need is just rest and you'll ace the performance.
all things considered, he just really cares for your well-being <3
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♡ extra! ♡
adam will take you to a museum of musical instruments. fascinating. you can see not only today's instruments, but also pianos, violins, and cellos over the years. this man can and will give you elongated lectures about each instrument. fun and informative!
chuuya is very extra himself, and he will do the same in handling your interest; if you want, he'll take you to equally very extra operas and concerts, where you all dress up fancy and wear those nifty galilean binoculars to see the stage. classy!
verlaine probably doesn't understand why or how you grow to like music, particularly classical music very much. but! he is fond of how you're very passionate about it, and not sharing the same interest won't stop him to ask you for a dance—a slow waltz only yours and your own to share with him. during late nights after private dinners, he sways you gently, holding you close; whether with a piece playing in the background or just the sound of your hums and heartbeat. your steps may be clumsy or hesitant, but he will catch you before you stumble.
end notes. aaand that's a wrap! not me imagining date scenarios with each one of them lmao. was in a very fluffy mood haha! had a lot of fun writing this
Sitting in a room with the flags and you have to choose your seat-
Your options are-
**trigger warning: mildly suggestive content in piano man’s.**
•piano man’s lap- his hands are constantly skimming your waist a brushing over your thighs. He’s doing it absentmindedly, or at least that’s what he wants it to look like. Every move of his hand is intentional… while he smiles and laughs with the other flags. He’s touching you up, and pretending to not even be thinking about what he’s doing. He’ll put his chin on your shoulder with a closed eyed smile as he talks about some mission he had that day to the other flags…. But they’re all too secretly focused on his hand to listen…. His hand which is… under your skirt…. Squeezing your thighs… and when someone finally calls him out for it he hums. “Oops…. Guess i wasn’t paying attention….” His eyes open to an narrow gaze with a smug smirk. “But y/n doesn’t mind… do you dear….” You shake your head no as his hands ride higher, rubbing at your inner thighs as he purrs. “See… there’s no problem… and if it’s your jealousy, I’d like to remind you all that I’m the leader. I get first dibs….”
Albatross’s lap- good luck getting comfortable because he’s moving moving moving. Can’t sit still type but he WANTS you on his lap. So no you can’t get up and move because you chose to sit there and now you have to stay with him. Albatross coos to the group about how cute you are every couple of minutes, poking your cheeks and kissing at your temples. You’ll find yourself suddenly being held cradle style in his arms, and he’ll show off how secretly strong he is when he stands up with you bridal style so he can go get himself something to drink. Really he’s just taking you into the kitchen so he can sit you on the counter and slide himself between your legs. He wraps both arms around your waist and grins up at you, begging for a kiss and telling you the others don’t have to know.
Lippmann’s lap- he raises a brow when you choose your seat with him but he’s all too pleased with your choice of seating. He normally isn’t one to initiate lots and lots of physical contact but you’ve made it too easy for him… and you’re clearly comfortable with his closeness. Lippmann’s gentle hand caressing your hair as he speaks so eloquently to the group, only pausing to look down at you with a soft smile and whisper at a tone no one else can hear. “You’re beautiful…” Someone else is quick to angrily ask him what he just whispered to you (most likely albatross or chuuya.) but he just looks up with a soft smile and hum’s. “Some secrets must stay between the bounds of lovers…. I don’t need to tell you what i told her.” “Yeah but she’s not your lover so buzz off!!” Lippmann braids your hair while he talks, pausing to occasionally pepper gentle kisses along your jaw, calling you a sea of romantic and poetic pet names.
Doc’s lap- well- not his lap to be exact. That’s not an excellent idea as he’s incredibly bony, as well as easy to hurt if you shifted the wrong way. But he’s all to happy to pull you right up next to him and wrap an arm around your waist. You’ve set yourself up to be studied by him for the rest of the night. He quietly inspects your hair, running his fingers through it. He brushes his fingers along your skin, mumbling about how soft it is. If he’s not doing that then he might as well be in your lap, because he’s going to be laying all over you. Your shoulders? his pillows. Your chest? His pillows. Your thighs? His pillows. He’ll carry on with his same casual and odd conversation input with the others, while practically crawling into your skin, his head nuzzling into your thighs. Can and will absolutely shamelessly grab your hand and put it on his head. You know what he wants and you better pet that boy’s hair.
Iceman’s lap- he seems mildly shocked when you choose his lap as your resting place, but he’s cool with it, and he shows you that. His hands remain somewhat idle, but he wraps his arms around your waist and quietly rests his chin on your shoulder while he listened to the others ramble, only giving his input every few minutes. If the others aren’t looking he might dip his nose into the crook of your neck and quietly breath in your scent for a second, squeezing you a little tighter. If he had something to tell you he mutters it softly into your ear instead of saying it loudly for the others to hear. “Is that a new shampoo? It doesn’t have the coconut scent like your old one….” “It is… how’d you notice?” “Mm~ i just notice these things i guess….” Sometimes he just closes his eyes, and you’ll catch him dozing off on your shoulder. Only wake him up if you have to. He works at night a lot when he’s doing his hitman work so he’s secretly very very sleepy.
NOTES: It's hard to write this request, though. But it's worthed it, I gues. I wrote this as the character accepts their s/o decision.
1. Pianoman
He would be shocked when he heard you were pregnant if you two hadn’t got married. But he would be more and more shocked if he knew you were going to get an abortion.
Would advise you not to get an abortion because he knew it wasn’t good for your health and understood that it brought a lot of bad consequences for you.
He even suggested that you and himself would raise the child up and you didn’t have to worry about money or anything to raise a child, because Pianoman didn’t want you to give up this precious life.
But if it was your own decision, he would accept it because he loved you dearly.
“If it was your decision, so I don’t deny it.”
2. Lippmann
He would be shocked. Lippmann didn’t believe that you were pregnant, though he saw you were changing everyday. He thought that you were getting chubby so he couldn’t believe that you were carrying a child.
He too, like Pianoman, would advise you not to get an abortion because he knew getting an abortion would affect your health. You wouldn’t have a chance to be pregnant again and lots of other health problems would be here for you.
Lippmann also said that he would help you to raise the child up and you didn’t have to worry about anything since he was here for you.
But still, when you said that you decided to get an abortion, Lippmann would be the one who signed in the commitment that he was the one who took all the responsibilities as your family.
“I will take all of the responsibilities in helping you.”
3. Albatross
Boy, this man was shocked when he heard you said you were going to get an abortion.
Would ask you over and over about your decision. He was worried, because getting abortion wasn't good for your health.
Knew that you will lose lots of blood when getting abortion, so he was getting ready to take care of you.
Of course, you should know that he had a lot of discussion time with you to make sure that you were ready for the abortion or not.
“If you are worried just take a deep breath, and if you want to talk about something with me I would give you some advice.”
4. Doc
He was a doctor so he knew all of the things about getting abortion.
Would ask you over and over again as if you were sure or not, because he knew the biggest result could affect you a lot.
When he finally made sure that your decision wasn’t changed he would accept it. He couldn’t deny your decision after all, that was his respect for you.
Took care of you while you were getting ready to get an abortion and also after you got one, he would make sure your health had recovered like before.
“Don’t be afraid of being alone this time, I was here to help you with all of the things I have.”
5. Iceman
He was shocked when he heard you wanted to get an abortion.
Iceman was stunned for a moment long enough for him to think again and again what had you just told him. Then he gave you his answer, it would depend on your decision.
Still, he gave you some advice in spite of some of them would help change your mind to keep the child. But if your devotion was so strong, Iceman would let you do it.
A kind man who took care of you very well when you got an abortion, he even asked for some advice from his doctor friend - Doc.
Being with you whenever you signed in the hospital paper, he also ensured that you weren’t stressed by what people said about you.
“If that is your decision so I will support you, don’t mind anybody saying anything about you or yourself, my love.”
My request box is opened again, please read here to send the request.
a mini-series of one shots dedicated specifically for the characters of bungo stray dogs: stormbringer!
✑ 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 !
based on the planets suite, op. 32 by gustav holst, one of my favorite orchestral works ever. i thought it would be nice to write something for this, mostly because i attended a very special performance of it around a month ago (and also to celebrate the manga adaptation that recently came out)!
because the piece contains seven movements based on each planet of the solar system (as well as their respective personalities), i will be assigning one movement per character, as listed below:
i. mars, bringer of war : paul verlaine x reader
the ominous and angry first movement of the entire suite ; represents the roman god of war, mars
contains nsfw. MDNI!
ii. venus, bringer of peace : lippmann x reader
the ethereal yet eerie second movement, a slower contrast to the first ; represents the roman goddess of love, venus
iii. mercury, the winged messenger : albatross x reader
the fast and vivacious third movement, short yet playful ; represents the roman god of commerce and messengers, mercury
iv. jupiter, bringer of jollity : piano man x reader
the well-known and majestic fourth movement of the planets containing the most popular theme of the seven ; represents the roman king of all gods, jupiter
v. saturn, bringer of old age : iceman x reader
the slow and unsettlingly powerful fifth movement accompanied by a harp with passages as icy as the planet’s rings ; represents the roman god of time, saturn
vi. uranus, the magician : adam frankenstein x reader
the boisterous and idiosyncratic sixth movement ; represents the roman god of the sky, uranus
vii. neptune, the mystic : doc x reader
the mysterious and other-worldly seventh movement ; represents the roman god of the sea, neptune
✑ 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 !
typically, when a performance is well-received, an encore unrelated to the main repertoire played follows. that being said, i’ll be applying the same principle for this mini-series for another character if the audience wishes. should these one shots be received well enough, i will add a bonus (underrated) character to the list, based on the helios overture, op. 17 by carl nielsen, just to complete the entire solar system for this repertoire. ;>
(encore!) an overture to helios : ??? x reader
a concert overture so warm and brooding, it paints a picture of the sun rising and falling over the aegean sea with swelling strings ; dedicated to helios / sol, god of the sun
i have so much love for this piece in particular (as it is one of the orchestral works i grew up listening to), so i hope you guys get to enjoy it as much as i do through some of the stormbringer characters. 🫶 much like holst himself (who favored saturn), i also have a favorite movement here so i tried not to be so biased about it lmao (i gave it to piano man).
these one shots won’t be connected in any way (unless you’re creative enough to find some way to connect them lol)! feel free to read them in any order — i assigned those movements to certain characters solely because i thought they fit the music and the context behind each part of the suite. :}
as for the scheduling: expect the one-shot to drop every time a new chapter of hoshikawa’s stormbringer adaptation is out (which means this will be monthly)! i will do my best to time it right!
next one-shot: lippmann x reader -> april 30!
also, just a short heads-up: some one shots may or may not contain nsfw! and as always, when that is the case, MDNI!
anyway, hopefully i get to play this piece one day! :’>
warnings. possible storm bringer spoilers; fluff/humor + hurt/comfort
notes. romantic/ platonic; huuuuge thank you to @silverbladexyz for these wonderful pick up lines ♡; reposting bc oh god, tumblr was in a silly mood
art by @/shan_zeze (twt)
❝you have a little bit of some loose screws in your head. everyone knows this well enough. but seriously, every person in your vicinity are just so depressed and gloomy! surely, that's nothing some some good ol' one liners can't solve. ❞
LIPPMANN
Our little story starts during a time when The Flags have the pleasure of gathering together. Everyone has been busy with their businesses for quite a while. But they finally get the time to relax and act like normal young men without the burdens and horrors of their line of work.
Of course, you are there too! For.. whatever reason you have. No one minds nor questions your presence, so you sit there, simply observing; grinning with a dumbstruck smile at how everyone is happy and enjoying their time.
Especially lippmann. You saw his recent movie, the one that blew up on the internet, yeah. He's been flying all over the world for premiers and promotions. Even now, he just got back from one of his world tours.
"Lippmann," you make your way towards the end of the billiard table. "How was Europe?"
"Europe?" he recovers from his hunched position, the billiard cue still in his hand. "It was quite nice. Do you want me to take you when I go on another tour in the future?"
Whoa. Traveling Europe with 'the' Lippmann?
"Yes please," the response comes a bit too eager than you intended. "But won't it be a hassle? Was there any quarantine during your latest travel?"
"Well, for safety measures-"
"-Because you can't spell quarantine without U R A Q T."
The room falls silent as those words leave your mouth, save for the ticking of the clock and someone's pool ball falling on the floor.
"Ah.. well," Lippmann laughs nervously. For a flit moment, burying yourself six feet under sounds like a very tempting escape. But the thought dissipates as the charming actor chuckles, with a very lilting voice and a cute-looking smile that could've made you keel over right there and then.
"I suppose there will still be momentary quarantines since the virus is still around," he continues. "After all, you can't spell virus without U and I."
Well.
"Oh hell no! Not this again!"
Something cracks with a horrible crunch, probably Chuuya breaking his billiard cue. Not sure didn't care. You're too busy gaping at the actor slash mafioso like some dying fish. Either way, this dying fish got that world tour free pass! yeah!
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PIANO MAN
Looking back, you have no idea how you managed to crawl out from that pit of embarrassment and continue life as usual. Maybe your sense of dignity just dried out. Maybe you're the kind of person who just rolls with everything. You pulled through, either way.
As it goes, your existence and role in The Flags is a peculiar one, as peculiar as your personality. A wildcard, if you will. Again, maybe that's why you find yourself helping Piano Man with those 'supernotes' of his.
"Say, Piano Man, do you play the piano?" you ask, mind drifting wistfully as you watch him send away some of his underlings. Some others are still waiting for their next order, standing by within the vicinity—you included.
"I don't," he regards your curious question.
"I think you'll be a great pianist."
Piano Man offers a raise on his brow, "On what ground?" he said.
"I mean, better yet, you can be Bae-thoven."
To put it in the most less-heartbreaking sense, his response is both something you definitely expected but nevertheless didn't prepare for. The silence that follows is reminiscent of that time you landed a free Europe tour pass with Lippmann, so is the forced laugh that grows from Piano Man's mouth.
Another, painfully awkward silence that comes after it, however; you can't help but reel from it.
"Piano Man, please. That's the worst possible response," you half-whispered.
"Ah, apologies. I suppose.. thank you?"
THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE.
The room is dead silent, and it doesn't look like it's because Piano Man's underlings are too afraid to laugh in his presence. No, at this rate, your sense of dignity will really dry out, dissipating out of existence. That is until you saw a glimpse of Piano Man's subtle smug face.
Ah, right. It is Piano Man you're up against.
[name]: i showed you my best pickup line pls respond
piano man: no <3
In bitter shame of such pitiful defeat, you toned down your puns ever since. But one time, when you cross paths with your arch nemesis once again, Piano Man strikes up a conversation.
"About that thing about not being able to play the piano, [Name]. I think I'll start learning it."
"Really?" you turn to him.
But what did he do? he, in turn, closes the distance, leaning his face to your ears, "How about you give me some piano lessons?" he whispers, and you can almost, almost feel his breath lingering on your earlobe.
"We can play all night and make sweet music." you can feel his smile.
You ascended; jaws dropped, eyes popped out, cheeks hot. You didn't remember if you passed out or dropped dead.
Really, it's best to only pick battles you can win.
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ICEMAN
"Iceman is it? You seem like a cool guy. I hope we can get along."
Iceman knew you're a walking embodiment of a headache the moment you exchange names and shake each other's hands.
He still wonders why he still puts up with your shenanigans. Or why he still agreed on helping you do combat practice and friendly spars. All the while trying to not accidentally stab or decapitate you, probably.
He watches you pat down your light bruises, making use of the momentary rest. Objectively speaking, you are no weak opponent. Sure, he can likely kill you in your sleep. But at least not without some struggle in your part.
"This place is pretty neat for sparring, like a very comfy practice room," you comment, still holding the shoulder that might have a nasty bruise- or a sprain? He hopes not. Iceman wonders if he threw you too hard just now.
"Oh! Speaking of," you suddenly turn to him, "Are you a practice room? Because I want you and I hope you're not taken."
Yeah, No. he really should've thrown you harder.
Iceman, once again, questions why he puts up with you. You both are not even musicians and you manage to force that line into this context, and for what?
"..Iceman?"
He remains passive.
"Uh, please laugh?..At least?"
You made it a mental note to not mess with Iceman again. Poor guy. He still helps you patch up those sparing bruises though, so you should be good👍
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DOC
"Sorry, can you help me? I think something's wrong with my eyes."
Being sent to the battlefront is tough. Guns and fists and knives don't exactly line up with an unscathed body. But you're tougher! And you have your reliable good friend, Doc. Iceman's training retinue polished you like a coarse diamond grinder, so Doc didn't have to do much than patch up minor cuts and scratches.
Doc decides to hold back further questions at your remark. Instead, choosing to appraise your face- the eye you claim to be 'wrong'. There's a subtle crease on his brow as his hands frame your cheek, trying to observe visible damage on your eye.
Of course. Even the most skilled doctor won't find anything. your eyes are fine.
"I think I just can't take them off you." you wink.
Doc tilts his head, then blinks.
Cute! Yet, the silence is starting to trigger the PTSD you got from Piano Man and Iceman. You hope it won't be the same case for this 'Doctor-Man.'
He finally nods, as if making up a decision. "Does it feel numb? Or painful?"
"No, I mean-"
"Maybe something is wrong with your extraocular muscles. I can open them up and-"
"You know what? Don't worry about it," you cut him off, rushing to swat away the current topic. "I think it just healed! That's amazing! I knew you're the best doctor one could ever ask for!"
Yeah.. better be careful next time. Getting your eyes dissected and cut open must not be fun.
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ALBATROSS
You're not saying you have a favorite in The Flags, but you're saying you have a favorite in The Flags, and that might or might not be Albatross. (It's definitely Albatross).
He is your true partner in crime, aiding you in your eternal quest to annoy every single living existence (especially Chuuya, but don't tell him that). Albatross isn't very keen on puns or pickup lines, but he picks up the habit as soon as you start greeting him with those daily doses of corniness.
"Morning!" you send the energetic wheelman a lighthearted smile, waving as you pass by the hallways of the headquarters.
"Oh, mornin' [Name]-"
"-Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"
By normal standards, a perfectly normal person normally does not start their morning with a badly-placed and badly-formed, relatively corny pickup line. But abiding by the normal standards isn't exactly how you roll, and neither does Albatross. That moment marked the day The Flags must put up with a brand new headache.
"I'm confused… I thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U."
"Life without you is like a broken pencil... totally pointless."
"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."
"Are you a loan? 'Cause you've got my interest-"
"Alright. i believe that's enough, you two."
It takes Piano Man a lot to get him to lose his patience, and apparently, you've done abundant. Don't worry about Chuuya, the little precious bundle of rage is long gone. He knows better than to risk exhausting his voice or accidentally ransacking the whole hideout (lmao).
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ADAM FRANKENSTEIN
You are suffering from success. Or winning from failure? These jokes and pickup lines became something of a second nature to your tongue. You can't even remember what you said to this robot- er, supercomputer agent Adam Frankenstein.
"Oh. This is what humans call as puns, also known as paronomasia, a form of wordplay that exploits multiple meanings of a term, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous effect."
"Yeah-"
"But yours wasn't funny."
>:0
"W-well," you cough, recovering yourself. "Funny isn't the only intended effect. It was a punny pick-up line."
Adam nods.
"A pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging a person for romance or dating. Are you trying to woo me?"
:0
"W-wwwhat?"
So, a literal robot just pulled an uno reverse card on you. Yet still, that's a good question. Are you really trying to woo him?
"I- I thought you'll start making one of those android jokes." you make an unsteady smile.
"My android jokes? Of course. They are not made with the intention of expressing romantic expression, so I can make one for you if you wish so."
Well. This tin man just indirectly reject your yet-to-exist confession.
"Either way, I am flattered by your attempts. However, I'm afraid that it will be impossible. You are a human and I am an autonomous humanoid supercomputer, the first to be used for law enforcement use-"
Yep. the tin man just directly rejected your yet-to-exist confession. Adam woke up and chose violence. At this point, you're better off going home and curling up in your blanket with some sad love song playlist. You think Chuuya winced and made a very pitiful expression for you. But you choose to mark that off as your imagination.
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PAUL VERLAINE
For a reason you can't fathom, you somehow end up in Verlaine's, Chuuya's, and Adam's theater of bloodshed.
Right here, right now, you're a vanguard of the battlefront. You shouldn't be thinking 'this'. Your chest hurts so bad from dodging Verlaine's attacks, your limbs are aching from bruises and cuts, your head is spinning with adrenaline, and this French man is trying to kill you and kidnap your ginger friend.
But darn, he's fine- You slap yourself.
"You good?" Chuuya rasps, struggling to make his step as he flanks your side.
"No, but-" another flying car flings towards your direction, and muscle memory forces you both to flee from your position, escaping death by a grasp.
Well.
This man is merciless, and *cough* attractive. Had he not currently trying to throw cars at you, you'd take him to some nice cafe and start serenading him with, uh, 'sweet' words.
Might as well.
"Whoa sir, you have some killer moves!" you roar heartily, uncaring by the way chuuya is eyeing you like an incredulous mother daring her child to do something stupid. "I'd simply die to have you." you wink.
"[NAME], WHAT THE HELL?!"
In that split second, your words seem to catch Verlaine in a trance. Adam's fancy iron man laser beam almost grazes the French man's shoulder..somehow.
Hey, that worked! :D
[name] : chuuya, i think he's french.
chuuya : no shi-
[name] : i think eiffel for him.
chuuya:
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NAKAHARA CHUUYA
This is it. The curtain calls, and it's time to face the final boss; it's time to unleash the ultimate torment to this poor boy.
"Ooh! Don't you look dapper? I always liked your fashion sense. You look good in that suit."
Chuuya doesn't immediately answer, opting to silently trace the paved sidewalk you both are treading on. By all means, both of you have no trouble with resources that a personal car, or even a whole limousine won't be impossible. It's just that the moon shines beautifully that night, so you drag your grumpy friend for a breath of fresh air.
"But you know what you'll look better in?" you chuckle, following his steps. "My arms."
Nothing. Mo reaction. No swatting your finger guns, no annoyed and incessant curses. Chuuya treats you like a nonexistent ghost, until he halts and simply stares at you with an inexplicable expression.
"Chuuya?" you falter, "Did- I go too far? Or did it finally get you? my jokes..?"
Oh, it did get him. No, you got him.
He shifts closer to you, like he finally loses it and is about to choke you to death. But this feels different. There is no malice or raw anger in his movements. They feel.. heavy, tired. Wordlessly, he leans his weight on your body, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
His breath is warm against your collarbone; the slight shudder from his long exhale stripped the corny jokes off your tongue.
"Oh, Chuuya.." you mirror him, putting your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. He is now here, in where you both want him to be: Your arms.
Some things come, and some things simply go. But some other things just don't change. Chuuya is grateful he can still hear your annoying jokes and lines, and that you are still by his side.
notes. romantic/ platonic; possible storm bringer spoilers; huuge thanks to @silverbladexyz for these wonderful pick up lines ♡
art by @/shan_zeze (twt)
❝you have a little bit of some loose screws in your head. everyone knows this well enough. but seriously, every person in your vicinity are just so depressed and gloomy! surely, that's nothing some some good ol' one liners can't solve. ❞
LIPPMANN
our little story starts during a time when the flags have the pleasure of gathering together. everyone has been busy with their businesses for quite a while. but they finally get the time to relax and act like normal young men without the burdens and horrors of their line of work.
of course, you are there too! for.. whatever reason you have. no one minds nor questions your presence, so you sit there, simply observing; grinning with a dumbstruck smile at how everyone is happy and enjoying their time.
especially lippmann. you saw his recent movie, the one that blew up on the internet, yeah. he's been flying all over the world for premiers and promotions. even now, he just got back from one of his tours.
"lippmann," you make your way towards the end of the billiard table. "how was europe?"
"europe?" he recovers from his hunched position, the billiard cue still in his hand. "it was quite nice. do you want me to take you when i go on another tour in the future?"
whoa. traveling europe with the lippmann?
"yes please," the response come a bit too eager than you intended. "but won't it be a hassle? was there any quarantine during your latest travel?"
"well, for safety measures-"
"because you can't spell quarantine without U R A Q T."
the room falls silent as those words leave your mouth, save for the ticking of the clock and someone's pool ball falling on the floor.
"ah.. well," lippmann laughs nervously. for a flit moment, burying yourself six feet under sounds like a very tempting escape. but the thought dissipates as the charming actor chuckles, with a very lilting voice and a cute-looking smile that could've made you keel over right there and then.
well, it's lippmann for you.
"i suppose there will still be momentary quarantines since the virus is still around," he continues," after all, you can't spell virus without U and I."
damn.
"oh hell no! not this again!"
something cracks with a horrible crunch, probably chuuya breaking his billiard cue. not sure didn't care. you're too busy gaping at the actor slash mafioso like some dying fish. either way, this dying fish got that world tour free pass! yeah!
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PIANO MAN
looking back, you have no idea how you managed to crawl out from that pit of embarrassment and continue life as usual. maybe your sense of dignity just.. dried out. or you're the kind of person who just rolls with everything. you do you, champ.
your existence and role in the flags is a peculiar one, as peculiar as your personality. a wildcard, if you will. maybe that's why you find yourself helping piano man with those "supernotes" of his.
"say, piano man, do you play the piano?" you ask, mind drifting wistfully as you watch him send away some of his underlings. some others are still waiting for their next order, standing by within the vicinity—you included.
"i don't," he regards your curious question.
"i think you'll be a great pianist."
piano man offers a raise on his brow, "on what ground?" he said.
"i mean, better yet, you can be bae-thoven."
to put it in the most less-heartbreaking sense, his response is both something you definitely expect but nevertheless didn't prepare for. the silence that follows was reminiscent of that time you landed a free tour pass with lippmann, so as the forced laugh that grows from piano man's mouth.
another, painfully awkward silence that comes after it, however; you can't help but reel from it.
"piano man, please, that's the worst possible response," you half-whispered.
"ah, apologies," he simpers, "i suppose.. thank you?"
THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE.
the room is dead silent, and it doesn't look like it's because piano man's underlings are too afraid to laugh because of him. no, at this rate, your sense of dignity will really dry out, dissipating out of existence. that is until you saw a glimpse of piano man's subtle smug face.
ah, right. you forgot it was piano man you're up against.
[name]: i showed you my best pickup line pls respond
piano man: no <3
in bitter shame of such pitiful defeat, you toned down your puns ever since. but one time, when you cross paths with your arch nemesis once again, piano man strikes up a conversation.
"about that thing about not being able to play the piano, [name]. i think i'll start learning it."
"oh really?" you turn to him.
but what did he do? he, in turn, closes the distance, leaning his face to your ears, "how about you give me some piano lessons?" he whispers, and you can almost, almost feel his lips lingering on your earlobe.
"we can play all night and make sweet music." you can feel his smile.
you ascended. jaws dropped, eyes popped out, cheeks blushed. you didn't remember if you passed out or dropped dead.
really, it's best to only pick battles you can win.
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ICEMAN
"iceman is it? you seem like a cool guy. i hope we can get along."
iceman knew you're a walking embodiment of a headache the moment you exchange names and shake each other's hands.
he still wonders why he still puts up with your shenanigans. or why he still agreed on helping you do combat practice and friendly spars. all the while trying to not accidentally stab or decapitate you, probably.
he watches you pat down your light bruises, making use of the momentary rest. objectively speaking, you are no weak opponent. sure, he can most likely kill you in your sleep. but at least not without some struggle in your part.
"this place is pretty neat for sparring. like a very comfy practice room," you comment, still holding the shoulder that might have a nasty bruise- or a sprain? he hopes not. iceman wonders if he threw you too hard just now.
"oh! speaking of," you suddenly turn to him, "are you a practice room? because i want you and i hope you're not taken."
mm, no. he really should've thrown you harder.
iceman, once again, questions why he puts up with you. both of you aren't even musicians and you manage to force that line into this context, and for what?
"..iceman?"
he remains passive.
"uh, please laugh?..at least?"
you made it a mental note to not mess with iceman again. poor guy. he still helps you patch up those sparing bruises though, so you should be good👍
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DOC
"sorry, can you help me? i think something's wrong with my eyes."
being sent to the battlefront is tough. guns and fists and knives don't exactly line up with an unscathed body. but you're tougher! and you have your reliable good friend, doc. iceman's training retinue polished you like a coarse diamond grinder, so doc didn't have to do much than patch up minor cuts and scratches.
doc decides to hold back his questions at your remark. instead, choosing to appraise your face- the eye you claim to be 'wrong'. there's a subtle crease on his brow as his hands frame your cheek, trying to observe visible damage on your eye.
of course. even the most skilled doctor wouldn't find anything. your eyes are fine.
"i think, i just can't take them off you." you wink.
doc tilts his head, then blinks.
ha! cute! yet, the silence is starting to get you ptsd from piano man and iceman. you hope it won't be the same case for this doctor man.
he finally nods, as if making up a decision. "does it feel numb? or is it painful?"
"no, i mean-"
"maybe something is wrong with your extraocular muscles. i can open it up and-"
"you know what, don't worry about it," you cut him off, rushing to swat away the current topic. "i think it just healed! that's amazing! i knew you're the best doctor one could ever ask for!"
haha yeah.. better be careful next time. getting your eyes dissected and cut open must not be fun.
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ALBATROSS
you're not saying you have a favorite in the flags, but you're saying you have a favorite in the flags, and that might or might not be albatross. (it's definitely albatross).
he is your true partner in crime, aiding you in your eternal quest to annoy every single living existence (especially chuuya, but don't tell him that). albatross isn't very keen on puns or pickup lines, but he picks up the habit as soon as you start greeting him with those daily doses of corniness.
"morning!" you send the energetic wheelman a lighthearted smile, waving as you pass by the hallways of the headquarters.
"oh, mornin' [name]-"
"do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?"
by normal standards, a person normally does not start their morning with a badly-placed and badly-formed, relatively corny pickup line. but abiding by normal standards isn't exactly how you roll, and neither does albatross. that moment marked the day the flags must put up with a brand new headache.
"i'm confused… i thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U."
"life without you is like a broken pencil... totally pointless."
"are you a camera? because every time I look at you, i smile."
"are you a loan? 'cause you've got my interest-"
"alright. i believe that's enough, you two."
it takes piano man a lot to get him to lose his patience, and apparently, you've done abundant. don't worry about chuuya, the little precious bundle of rage is long gone. he knows better than to risk exhausting his voice or accidentally ransacking the whole hideout (lmao).
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ADAM FRANKENSTEIN
you are suffering from success. or winning from failure? these jokes and pickup lines became something of a second nature to your tongue. you can't even remember what you said to this robot- er, supercomputer agent adam frankenstein.
"oh. this is what humans call as puns, also known as paronomasia, a form of wordplay that exploits multiple meanings of a term, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous effect."
"yeah-"
"but yours wasn't funny."
>:0
"w-well," you cough, recovering yourself. "funny isn't the only intention for that pun. it's a punny pick-up line."
adam nods.
"a pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging a person for romance or dating. are you trying to woo me?"
:0
"w-wwwhat?"
so, a literal robot just pulled an uno reverse card on you. yet still, that's a good question. are you really trying to woo him?
"i- i thought you'll start making one of those android jokes." you make an unsteady smile.
"my android jokes? of course. they have no slightest intention of expressing romantic expression, so i can make one for you if you wish so."
well. did this tin man just indirectly reject your yet-to-exist confession?
"either way, I am flattered by your attempts. however, i'm afraid that it will be impossible. you are human and i am an autonomous humanoid supercomputer, the first to be used for law enforcement use, adam frankenstein-"
yep. the tin man just directly rejected your yet-to-exist confession. adam just woke up and chose violence. at this point, you're better off going home and curling up in your blanket with some sad love song playlist. you think chuuya winced and made a very pitiful expression for you. but you choose to mark that off as your imagination.
you're here to flex occasional puns and linguistic adeptness. you didn't come here to get yourself absolutely decimated. when life gives you lemons, well, try to not cry too hard..?
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PAUL VERLAINE
for a reason you can't fathom, you somehow end up in verlaine's, chuuya's, and adam's theater of bloodshed.
right here, right now, you're a vanguard on the battlefront. you shouldn't be thinking this. your chest hurts so bad from dodging verlaine's attacks, your limbs are aching from bruises and cuts, your head is spinning with adrenaline, and this french man right here is trying to kill you and kidnap your ginger friend.
but darn, he's fine- you slap yourself.
"you good?" chuuya rasps, struggling to make his step as he flanks your side.
"no, but-" verlaine flings another flying car at you, and muscle memory forces you both to flee from your position, escaping death by a grasp.
well.
this man is merciless, and *cough* attractive. had he not currently trying to throw cars at you, you'd take him to some nice cafe and start serenading him with, uh, sweet words.
huh. might as well.
"damn sir, you have some killer moves!" you roar heartily, uncaring by the way chuuya is eyeing you like an incredulous mother daring her child to do something stupid. "i'd simply die to have you." you wink.
"[NAME], WHAT THE HELL?!"
in that split second, your words seem to catch verlaine in a trance. adam's fancy iron man laser beam almost grazes the french man's shoulder..somehow.
hey, that worked! :D
[name] : chuuya, i think he's french.
chuuya : no shit-
[name] : i think eiffel for him.
chuuya:
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NAKAHARA CHUUYA
this is it. the curtain calls, and it's time to face the final boss. it's time to unleash the ultimate torment to this poor boy.
"woah, don't you look dapper? i always liked your fashion sense. it looks nice on you."
chuuya doesn't immediately answer, opting to silently trace the paved sidewalk you both are treading on. by all means, both of you have no trouble with resources that a personal car, or even a whole limousine won't be impossible. it's just that the moon shines beautifully that night, so you drag your grumpy friend for a breath of fresh air.
"but you know what you'll look better in?" you chuckle, following his steps. "my arms."
nothing. no reaction. no swatting your finger guns, no annoyed and incessant curses. chuuya treats you like a nonexistent ghost, until he halts and simply stares at you with an inexplicable expression.
"chuuya?" you falter, "did- did i go too far?- or did it finally get you? my jokes..?"
oh, it did get him. you got him.
he shifts closer to you, like he finally loses it and is about to choke you to death. but this feels different. there is no malice or raw anger in his movements. they feel.. heavy, tired. wordlessly, he leans his weight on your body, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
his breath is warm against your shoulder; the slight shudder from his long exhale stripped the corny jokes off your tongue.
"oh, chuuya.." you mirror him, putting your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. he is now here, in where you both want him to be: your arms.
some things come, and some things simply go. but some other things just don't change. chuuya is grateful that he can still hear your annoying jokes and lines, and that you are still by his side.
endnotes. man i wish I hadn't hit tumblr's 10 images cap. sorry adam, verlaine, and chuuya </3
