Hi!! Can i request a CORTIS James x reader fic where the reader is a solo artist and they had dated pre-debut but broke up after debut? They wrote all these songs about each other but never reached out to each other until they run into each other at a brand after party. And they decide to give it another shot 🥹🥹🥹 thank you!!! I'm such a fan of how you capture emotions in your writing
James x reader || Tangles Melodies
Ex-lovers and fellow musicians, James and a you reunite at a brand after-party, confronting past heartbreak and unsent songs to give love a second chance.
the after party was loud, a swirl of clinking glasses, sparkling lights, and people draped in designer everything. you were trying to stay calm, sliding through the crowd with the practiced grace of someone used to being watched, used to smiling at the right moments. but inside, your stomach was a little too aware of every step, every laugh that cut through the air.
and then you saw him.
james, looking like he belonged on a magazine cover even with the easiest grin on his face. only, that grin faltered when it landed on you.
“you…” his voice was barely above the music, yet it somehow found you through the noise.
you blinked, heart stuttering. “james.”
it had been years. not that anyone was counting—but the songs, the lyrics, the late-night writing sessions where you’d poured your heart into melodies about him, or him about you… it had all been private, sacred. until the day you debuted, and until the day you parted ways.
“i didn’t expect to see you here,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck like a nervous teen. his usual poise was slightly frayed, edges softened in the dim lights of the venue.
you shrugged, a small, almost shy smile tugging at your lips. “same.”
and then there was that pause. the weight of all the unsent messages, the songs that had been your diary, your therapy. all of it hanging between the two of you.
“can we… talk?” he asked finally, his voice rougher than usual, thick brows scrunching.
you nodded, following him to a quieter balcony at the back. the music muffled there, the air cooler, the city lights spilling around you like tiny spilled stars.
“i wrote a song once,” you admitted, your hands fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “about… us. about what we had. you probably don’t know.”
his eyebrows rose, eyes widening slightly. “i wrote one too.”
and just like that, the floodgates opened. you talked about lyrics, about the nights you’d stayed awake thinking of each other, about the heartbreak of debut and how everything felt too soon, too public. james was outwardly flustered, running a hand through his hair, stammering over words he usually had no trouble with. you were calmer, even if your chest thumped a little too fast every time he smiled or reached for your hand.
“do you… want to try again?” he asked finally, a little desperate, a little hopeful, the vulnerability in his voice slicing through the nerves you’d been holding in check.
you looked at him. really looked. and maybe it was the quiet honesty in his eyes, the way he seemed unmasked even in the chaos, that made your heart answer before your lips could.
“yeah,” you whispered. “i think… i want that.”
the next day, when james got back to his dorm, his members nearly tackled him in the living room, shrieking with excitement.
“wait, wait! tell us everything!” keonho shouted loudly in his ear.
“took long enough!” juhoon yelled across the room, from his scrunched up window seat.
“you look like a love-struck idiot, hyung!”
he laughed nervously, cheeks flushing, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s… really nothing like that,” he muttered.
but they were relentless, teasing him, poking fun at the way he kept grinning at his phone like a fool. he could only shrug, flustered but happy, replaying last night’s words in his head.
and later, when you were alone together in a quiet hotel room during a collaboration meeting, he finally closed the door, exhaling sharply.
“i’ve missed this,” he murmured, voice low, warm. stepping closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “missed you.”
you didn’t answer at first, only letting your hand find his. the small gesture made his chest tighten.
and then, softly, deliberately, he leaned in. lips pressed against yours in a private, lingering kiss—gentle at first, a question that your lips answered with certainty. the kiss deepened, slow and careful, the world shrinking to the two of you in the dim glow of the room. his hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones, while you rested your palms against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingers.
when you finally parted, just enough to breathe, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, voice husky.
“we’re… really doing this, huh?”
you smiled softly, inner nerves still humming, but outwardly calm. “we are.”
and in that quiet room, with the city buzzing far below, it felt like coming home.
Feitan Portor x Fem Reader x Chrollo Lucifer: Shadows in the Rain #2
{ This scenario was requested }
NOTE: This is Part 2! You can read Part 1 HERE.
Info / Summary: After Feitan mentions a mysterious woman from his mission, Chrollo becomes intrigued and seeks her out.
Warnings: Mild tension, power dynamics, canon-typical violence mentions (background).
A few days after the warehouse job, the Phantom Troupe was gathered in their temporary hideout. Someone casually asked Feitan, “Any complications on that artifact retrieval?” Feitan clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Some woman showed up. Handled her own business. Fought clean. Didn’t get in my way too much.”
The room went quiet for a beat. Then a few members raised eyebrows “Wait… you didn’t kill her?” Phinks asked, confused. Feitan shrugged, looking irritated. “She wasn’t worth the effort. Too much noise if I did. And her stupid threads messed with the security before I could. Saved me time. Whatever.”
It was a lame excuse, and everyone knew it. Feitan rarely left witnesses. But he refused to elaborate further. Chrollo, who had been quietly listening, leaned forward with growing interest. “Describe her,” he said calmly. Feitan gave a brief, grumpy rundown calm demeanor, sharp mind, efficient fighting style, strange Nen threads that analyzed and disabled systems. The more he spoke, the more curious Chrollo became. A woman who could stand her ground with Feitan and walk away alive? That was rare.
“Find her,” Chrollo ordered softly. “I want to meet her myself.” It didn’t take the Troupe long to locate you.
You were deep in an old abandoned research facility on the edge of the city, on a personal solo mission. You needed classified documents on a past incident that had haunted you. Information the collector from the previous job had indirectly pointed toward. Your movements were silent and precise. Your Nen ability, Veil of Insight, let thin aura threads spread through the corridors, mapping security systems, predicting patrol routes, and highlighting the safest path forward.
Chrollo watched from the shadows for nearly twenty minutes. He was impressed. Your intelligence was evident in every calculated step. The way you avoided unnecessary fights, disabled traps with minimal effort, and adapted instantly when a guard changed their route. You moved like someone who had already foreseen most outcomes.
You suddenly paused in a dimly lit hallway. Your threads had picked up an anomaly. “Show yourself,” you said quietly, voice steady but defensive. You turned slowly, posture alert but not aggressive. You were doing your best to avoid conflict because you didn’t want to fight if you didn’t have to. Chrollo stepped out into the open, hands visible and empty, that calm, elegant smile on his face.
“You’re very perceptive,” he said, voice smooth like velvet. “Most wouldn’t have noticed me so quickly.” You studied him carefully, recognition flickering in your eyes. “You’re the leader Feitan answers to.” Your tone was reserved, carrying that quiet weight. “How did you find me?” Chrollo didn’t lie. “I had my people search after Feitan mentioned you. A woman who could work alongside him without dying… that intrigued me.”
You stayed defensive, creating a bit of distance. “I’m not looking for trouble. I have my own objectives here. I’d prefer if we didn’t interfere with each other.” Chrollo took a slow step closer, observing how your sharp mind worked behind those calm eyes. “You carry yourself like someone who has seen too much. Someone who chooses their battles carefully.” He tilted his head slightly. “Yet you continue walking alone. Why not align yourself with something stronger?”
You remained composed, but your guard was clearly up. “Because I know the cost of joining a web like yours. I’ve seen what happens when paths like that consume everything.” The conversation stretched. Chrollo was patient, he didn’t push with force. Instead, he engaged you intellectually, discussing philosophy, the weight of choices, and the nature of power. You countered calmly, revealing just enough of your own insights to match him. It was a battle of minds, and you held your own.
After a long, tense exchange, Chrollo finally offered his hand. “I won’t force you into the Troupe,” he said softly. “But I would like you by my side. Your mind and your strength is rare. Join us and we can walk this path together.” You looked at his outstretched hand for a long moment. Your expression stayed serene, but there was a flicker of reluctant acceptance in your eyes. You were tired of walking completely alone.
“I need time to ponder.” you finally said, looking away from his hand. Chrollo’s smile deepened. “I see.”
Hey @xenxenzen ! I'm sorry if this part is stupid!!! I'm not sure where I should go from here! If you have any crazy ideas, let me know.
Susie x calm patient reader? It's been here on my mind
Hope you enjoy <3
✒ Susie would be shock, are you really calm or just putting a facade?
✒ She would probably try to annoy you in any possible way to see if you would react or not. Somehow, seeing you still calm makes her happy.
✒ Even knowing she can be aggressive or rude with you whenever she can, she won’t push it. She will still beat up those who try to test your limit (Pretty much a hypocrite)
✒ Her respect for you is extremely high, even in a dangerous situation, you never showed fear or back down from the fight. She wishes to learn lots from you.
✒ Susie isn’t actually that great with her words, so she’s grateful that you often wait for her as she tries to express herself in her own unique way
✒ Since you’re a great listener, she likes to go crazy with all the details of her adventure. Even the tiniest ones, you enjoy listening to it as she likes to exaggerate lots of it
✒ She will constantly remind you to tell her if she ever needs to kick anyone’s ass since she can’t really read your calm expressions often so it’s hard to tell if someone is pushing your limit or not.
✒ She will try to get you to swear though, even if you tell her it’s unnecessary. Best thing is to roll with her and then never use that word ever again.
✒ In the way, not only does Susie really love you but she also cherish you deeply as you are her go-to person if she ever needs to talk or rant.
