poly sajaboys x reader but with that scene where they were signing everyone's stuff ? maybe with a bit of tension but up to you !!
pairing: Saja Boys x Hunter!Idol!reader
warnings: Flirtatious teasing & romantic tension Competitive behavior, Mild jealousy, Slight power play dynamics, Crowd setting, Blushing, embarrassment, flustering
disclaimer: not my pic!
I tried to include shipping names with y/n and it was very difficult so be gentle hahaha
The fan sign was already chaos.
Not the bad kind — no, this was the kind of chaos that made your pulse race in the best way. You sat at a long, glitzy table with five devastatingly attractive men beside you — five men who also happened to be demons, your closest allies, and... complications in the form of sweatpants, cologne, and smirking mouths.
Your hands were sore from signing albums, your smile worn but genuine. The fan chants had barely died down between interactions, and the energy in the room was electric. Fans were decked out in glowing headbands, face paint, and custom slogan banners — and more than once, you caught glimpses of your face next to one of the Saja Boys on cardboard hearts or glossy posters.
You were too distracted to care… until one fan stepped up with a giant sign that made your stomach drop.
“WHAT’S YOUR FAV SHIP? 👀 YINU? MYSTERYN? BABYN? ROMANYN? ABBYN??!”
You blinked.
And the boys noticed.
Abby leaned closer, glancing at the sign and then at you, a slow grin creeping over his face. “Well well well…” he purred, voice dripping with amusement. “Didn’t know we had an official ship war going on.”
Romance let out a low whistle. “They really gave us couple names, huh? I like that. Very K-drama of them.”
Mystery, who had been relatively quiet up until now, tilted his head toward you. “So, Y/N,” he said smoothly, “which ship do you think sounds the best? I think ‘Mysteryn’ rolls off the tongue quite nicely. Has a dark, seductive flair, doesn’t it?”
You let out an awkward laugh, waving your hand. “Guys, come on—don’t start this—”
But Baby had already perked up, lips in a mischievous pout. “Why am I always the cute ship? ‘Babyn’ sounds like a damn plush toy.” He leaned across the table, chin resting in his palm as he looked you over. “Should’ve known they’d ship us though. You did call me pretty on that radio show last week.”
Romance narrowed his eyes. “Hold up. You called him pretty?”
“Don’t sound so offended,” you mumbled, already regretting every decision that led to this moment.
Jinu, who’d been casually sipping a coffee from a fan, set it down slowly. His tone was deceptively mild. “You told Baby he was pretty... but you told me I looked ‘intimidatingly hot.’” He turned that gaze on you — all fire and quiet danger. “Was that just fan service?”
Your breath caught.
The fans, oblivious to the rising tension, were eating it up. Some were even chanting shipping names now. And the worst part?
The boys loved it.
Abby leaned toward the mic and said with mock seriousness, “Personally, I think ‘Abbyn’ is the superior ship name. It's bold. Strong. Sexy. Like us.”
“Oh please,” Romance scoffed, nudging Abby. “Romanyn is obviously the most romantic. It has aesthetic. Even our fans draw us in couples’ shoots.”
“Because you pose like a damn perfume commercial every time Y/N looks at you,” Baby muttered.
“You sound jealous,” Abby added, winking at you. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll still sign your name with a heart.”
Your face was burning. The fans were laughing and gasping, some even screaming.
You tried to speak, but Jinu’s voice cut through the noise, lower now, directed only at you.
“I don’t care about names,” he said, eyes locked on yours. “I care about what you want.”
Everything paused.
The table. The crowd. The noise.
Romance was the first to break the silence, his voice dropping into something more intimate. “Do you want us to stop, Y/N?” he asked quietly, fingers brushing close to yours across the table. “Or are you… enjoying this a little too much?”
You glanced at his hand. You should have pulled away. But your hand stayed.
And that’s when Mystery reached for the mic again and spoke with quiet menace, “We’re not teasing her. We’re claiming her. Don’t get it twisted.”
Baby’s eyes gleamed. “Or maybe she’s the one who owns us. Ever think of that?”
“God, you’re such a brat,” Abby muttered under his breath, sitting back in his chair with an exasperated grin. “She totally plays favorites.”
“I do not!” you blurted.
Five heads turned.
Five pairs of eyes — each so different in color and intensity — locked onto you like you were prey in the middle of a warzone.
“So you admit,” Jinu said slowly, “that you’ve thought about who your favorite would be.”
You froze.
“Answer carefully,” Mystery murmured.
“She’s blushing,” Romance said with a smirk.
“I knew she liked the attention,” Baby chimed in, practically bouncing in his seat.
“I will walk off this stage,” you warned, voice an octave too high.
Abby leaned in, eyes gleaming. “No you won’t.”
And he was right. You stayed seated, cheeks flaming, while the boys continued to battle it out with teasing smiles and veiled flirtation — signing albums for squealing fans while not once taking their eyes off you. The air around you was hot, charged, a mixture of electricity and tension that left you dizzy.
As the last fan approached the table, handing over a final sign that read:
"No matter the ship, she's ours."
The boys went silent.
And then Jinu signed it with a bold flourish — before sliding the marker across the table to you. His voice was soft but serious.
“Want to add your name to that?”
You hesitated, the weight of the moment finally settling on your shoulders — five demons, five dangerous hearts, and one very public stage.
But you smiled.
And added your signature with a soft little heart.
a fic for the May prompt for @redwhiteroyalau - neighbors
(one more fic that i get to clear outta my WIP folder
A routing error at a phone fantasy service keeps connecting Alex and Henry instead of the callers they're supposed to be talking to.
What starts off as intrigue and professional interest quickly turns into the best part of their nights.
Between rising flirtation, swapping secrets, and talking way after their shifts are over, they form something neither thought they'd gain from the job. A bond, friendship, and maybe something that feels dangerously like love.
Only catch is Alex and Henry have no idea who the other person really is. That is until they find out that they literally live across the courtyard from each other—neighbors this whole time.
It wasn’t exactly deliberate, in fact in Zane’s rebuild, he made himself exactly average, let’s say our global average of what? 5’9.5” for men? He wanted to blend in.
Pixal finally built herself a body around s7. And while she didn’t want Zane to feel bad about keeping her in his head, she did feel that her programming had ‘outgrown’ being a part of him. So she made herself taller, to symbolize her mental growth.
When Zane first noticed he had to look up at her just a bit, it bugged him. He wanted them to be equals in every way. Unfortunately he explained this to Jay and asked for his help instead of going to Nya. Jay, in true mess with Zane fashion, made him just enough taller than Pixal to be noticeable.
Pixal being spunky Pixal thought Zane was messing with her, and couldn’t help trolling him. She asked Nya to help her become taller than Zane. They went with a very obvious three inches.
And then it goes back and forth for ages before the other ninja convince Nya and Jay to stop helping cause the nindroids don’t fit through the bounty’s doors.
Needless to say, when mechaZane walked into the dr monastery, they all thought ‘here we go again.’
Enemies AU with Chat Noir and Argos except while Ladybug and Chat Noir are having a complicated Enemies-To-Tentative-Allies-To-Friends(?)-To-Genuine-Trust-To-Lovers Arc with Argos suffering just watching the whole charade of dancing around each other, the moment Ryuko comes into play, they speedrun that arc in record time and suddenly the tables have turned with Chat Noir third wheeling Feligami’s (Ryargos’?) flirt-fighting while he and Ladybug are still stuck in between the Friends(?) and Genuine Trust stage.
Ladybug would lecture Ryuko to stop making out with the enemy… If it weren’t surprisingly useful at keeping Argos at bay. (Should she start making out with Chat Noir? For tactical reasons, of course. She definitely doesn’t think about making out with Chat Noir for any other reasons, uh-uh.)
Also the tables have turned further because usually Chat Noir is giving Argos heart attacks with how reckless and self-sacrificial he is but now Chat Noir has to try and shake some sense into him because, “Félix, Félix, she can TAKE your brooch if she’s that close to you— she almost did!” And Argos, having recently made out with Ryuko, is still very dazed and in Loverboy Mode so he’s there like, “It’s… Fine. I can keep it safe.” Very unconvincingly and Chat Noir is like, “Do you think she’ll stop trying to take it??” And Argos smiles softly and says, “No.” and Chat Noir just. Stops trying to convince him not to kiss her and just tells him to be careful.
It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - Chapter 1 - Deck The Halls With Boughs of Holly
Anthony Bridgerton always took Christmas very seriously. In the four years since he moved to his flat, his window was always the brightest one on the street. So when the neighbour across the street puts on a display of lights that are nicer than his, the only logical conclusion is to add more lights.
Kate Sharma can’t believe she’s going Deck the Halls with the cute single dad across the street but, seriously, how dare he smirk at her from his window like that? It was clearly a challenge. And it's so on.
Hyacinth Bridgerton initially was not really sure about the new bakery owner who kept upstaging hers and Anthony’s and Greg’s window lights, but she makes the best cinnamon buns in all of London and her dog is pretty amazing. She also makes Anthony smile like a fool. You can’t fault her for wanting to spend more time around her shop.
DECK THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
A very Mery Christmas for those who celebrate it and happy holidays to y'all.
Yes, I did say I would post this story before New Year's the last time, but I never specified WHICH New Year's, did I? Lol It's been only two years, come on!
So very sorry for the delay but it's FINALLY HERE!
This is going to be a four-part thing and the idea is to have the last posted on the 30th, which will make sense in the story I swear. I'm pretty sure I'll manage bc all there's left to do is finish chapter four so yay!
My many many thanks, love, cheeks, praise and all that to @Harnitbee bc I swear to God the patience she's got to have with my dramatic arse is endless. Luv u, bestie!
I can't fucking believe it's already Christmas. Where the hell did the whole year go?!
Cassian and Nesta meet at a bar, and Cassian offers a challenge to determine the outcome of their night.
Warnings: None | Word Count: 2,111 | Read on AO3
a/n: As soon as this idea popped in my head, I knew I had to do it. Seems like something they'd do. Hope you enjoy!
Nesta strutted into the bar, taking in the atmosphere around her.
There was really nothing special about Wings and Embers. The top floor was more like a dance club - the DJ already blasting the music, loud enough down on the first floor to be heard but not to hinder conversation. The downstairs was more of a true bar. The walls were a dark red, peppered with wall lights that were dim enough to provide an 'ambience', as they would likely call it. Between the lights were various photographs of the skyline of Velaris.
In the center of the room, the black-painted bar stood in a massive, squared "U", the ends of each side up against the back wall. And scattered around the large room on either side were booths and tables for people to sit at after they got their drinks.
Thinking of…Nesta walked straight up to the bar, finding an empty stool on the left side to sit on, and flagged down a bartender. She ordered a gin and tonic and then relaxed, scanning the room as she waited.
She hadn't even received her drink yet when she met a pair of hazel eyes fixated on her from across the bar, warm and twinkling with something akin to mischief. She held the gaze as the bartender handed the gin and tonic to her, and then held up her glass in return as the man lifted his, a half-smile on his face.
Nesta had barely taken a sip when the man stood and started toward her, revealing his near-monstrous height. He walked surprisingly gracefully for being as tall and broad as he was - probably three times as wide as Nesta - his t-shirt tight enough to reveal the corded muscles on his bicep and hint at an uncommonly chiseled chest. She couldn't stop her eyes from rolling over his body before snapping back up to his face, as handsome as it was rough, with hard lines that she could easily trace with her tongue. He had an almost russet hue to his light brown skin, and his ebony hair had the tiniest hint of a wave, flowing to just above his shoulders.
She would have been embarrassed for staring so blatantly, were he not doing the same thing, his eyes trailing the bare leg that she had crossed over the other.
Nesta was wearing a simple black dress, the bodice tight until it reached her hips before flaring out in a skirt that didn't even reach mid-thigh. Over it she had on a fitted leather jacket that fell to her waist, the sleeves scrunched up to make them more three-quarter lengths for the evening. And she opted for no tights or socks, only a pair of black, heeled booties on her feet, leaving her legs free and easily admired.
"Well, you're rather bold, aren't you?" she taunted by way of greeting. He was now leaning against the bar, standing just to the left of her stool, which she'd pivoted in to face him.
"Would you have preferred it if I just eyed you from across the bar for an hour first?" he asked in a rough timbre that sent shivers down her spine.
She smirked up at him. "That's what most men would do."
"I'm not most men," he shot back with a playful smile.
"Too concerned about the competition? There do seem to be quite a few good options for me here tonight." She looked around the room to emphasize the point.
He chuckled, the sound low and heavenly. "Some good ones for me, too. Yet here I am."
"So confident," she sighed. "Who's to say you could get any of their numbers, or even mine, for that matter?"
"Is that a challenge, sweetheart?"
Nesta offered him an innocent smile. "I didn't say that. And my name isn't sweetheart."
"What is your name, then?" he requested, his eyes never leaving hers, as if he were mesmerized by a swirl of blue and grey.
"Tell me yours and I'll decide if mine's worth sharing."
He grinned at that response. "I'm Cassian."
"Interesting name," she remarked, not wanting to stoke his ego by calling it beautiful. "Nesta."
"Nesta," he repeated in a whisper, accentuating the second syllable slightly, making Nesta's toes curl. "Well, now that that's settled, I do accept your challenge."
"What was my challenge, exactly?"
"You want proof I have options," he explained, a knowing smirk on his lips telling her he knew she was blatantly aware that he could get almost any person in this room. "Let's make it a contest, eh? See who can get another person to offer their number first. No asking for it."
Nesta felt her eyes sparkle at the concept, a wicked smiling growing. "And what are the prizes?"
"If I win, I get to take you out," he stated. "I'll let you choose your prize."
Her face scrunched for a moment as she contemplated the offer. "If I win…you take me back to your place and show me whether or not that confidence is justified."
"Doesn't sound like I'll be losing, sweetheart," he murmured.
"Then it's fair."
Their eyes remained locked on each other for another moment, the tension between them thick and tangible. Then Cassian downed the rest of his drink and walked off, searching for his first target.
Nesta laughed to herself and took another sip, waiting for another man to catch her eye. Or, at least, be attractive enough she could convincingly flirt with him.
She was just finishing her drink when a presence appeared at her side, tall and broad enough for her to know he was fit and strong, but nothing compared to what Cassian was. Looking him over, the only similarity she found was the length of his hair. Beyond that, he was the complete opposite to the other man. Pale with a golden glow, blonde hair, emerald eyes, and a refined face that made him look like he could be a prince. He was good looking, certainly, but after Cassian, she found herself rather unimpressed.
"Need a refill?" he offered, taking the spot Cassian had been standing in, resting an elbow against the bar as he met her eyes. His movements were graceful, to an extent, but still a bit stiff, and the smile he offered her couldn't be described as 'easy' the way all of Cassian's had been.
She smiled politely up at him, tucking her loose, golden brown curls behind her ear. "That would be lovely," she responded, her voice schooled into a flirty tone. Nesta could hear the fakeness in it, but she doubted he could - she was well practiced in donning a mask.
He requested the bartender get her another gin and tonic, on his tab, and turned back to Nesta. "I'm Tamlin."
Weird name. "Feyre." No way was Nesta giving him her real name. She probably shouldn't have used her little sister's, but she doubted it would be an issue. Feyre never ventured out of the Sidra neighborhood in Velaris, let alone end up all the way in Illyria on the opposite side of the city. It was too 'seedy', as she and her obnoxious fiancé often said, but Nesta loved it.
"It's lovely to make your acquaintance, Feyre," he crowed.
"Likewise…Tamlin." Accepting the drink from the bartender, she took a sip, her eyes landing on Cassian, who was sitting at a table, twirling strands of some blonde's hair in his hand as he met Nesta's gaze. He gave her a smug smirk that heightened Nesta's resolve, even if what she really wanted to do was pull all that bitch's hair out and then drag Cassian to the alley out back.
So she looked back at Tamlin, offered him another smile, and began a conversation, asking him about his work and hobbies. He enjoyed talking about himself. A lot. Didn't actually seem all that interested in Nesta, which was all the better for her. Fewer lies she'd need to come up with.
Instead, she was able to focus on laughing at the right points, asking him follow-up questions, appearing interested and doe-eyed, the latter something he definitely seemed to enjoy. She would place her hand on his arms and chest every once in a while. And every time her eyes locked with Cassian's, and she'd smile to herself whenever the brown in his hazel seemed to turn red at the sight.
She spoke with Tamlin for almost an hour, and was about to call it quits and find someone else when he received a text message that had his face falling into something close to rage. It wasn't a good look.
"My apologies, something just came up that I have to handle," he sighed. "But, I enjoyed the conversation. Could I, maybe, get your number? Maybe we can go out sometime?"
Nesta inhaled sharply, grimacing slightly as she tried to look like she was thinking it through. "I…I don't know," she murmured, confident that the shy demeanor she was attempting to present was exactly right.
"How about this: why don't I give you my number, yeah? And you can call me?" he offered, pulling out a business card.
Nesta nodded as if that were an acceptable alternative and took the card, giving him a fake, small smile as he closed out his tab and bid her good night. She waited for him to be out the door before standing up, card in hand, and heading toward where Cassian was still sitting with the blonde, now struggling to hide the boredom he seemed to be feeling.
He looked up as she walked over to them, his eyes widening at the sway in her hips and triumphant grin on her face. Without stopping, she dropped the card on the table in front of him and then placed herself near the doors to the bar.
She watched as Cassian picked up the card and read it, realizing what it was. His eyes sparkled with something she couldn't quite read as they met hers, and then he was quickly making his excuses to the girl he'd been hitting on before he stood up and headed straight toward her.
"Looks like I w-"
Cassian's lips crashed into hers before she could finish her sentence, one arm snaking around her waist while he lifted the other, brushing his fingers into her hair. His lips were warm and soft, even when filled with an intensity she'd rarely felt before. It was more than just a show of feeling, it was a claiming. And as he pulled her tighter to him, telling Nesta exactly what effect watching her flirt with another man had on him, she felt herself moan, her lips parting on their own accord to let Cassian's tongue sweep in.
His taste was familiar and comforting, like the kiss of snow and a sparking embers, and she melted into it as she'd done so many times before, unable to help herself. Her hands sat on his chest, holding the fabric of his shirt tightly as he deepened the kiss for a moment before gently pulling away and resting his forehead on hers.
They were both smiling as they shared breath, once again drowning in each other's eyes.
"That was fun," Cassian huffed, chuckling softly. Nesta couldn't help but laugh with him. "I think it's best if we not do it too often, though. I got way too close to punching that guy when I saw him place a hand on your thigh."
"Seems like it worked to me," she teased, giving him a quick, soft kiss. She hadn't been expecting Cassian to propose such a challenge when he'd suggested they go out and pretend they didn't know each other, that they were meeting for the first time. She'd expected some heavy flirting until one of them cracked. This…as much as she'd wanted to tear into that blonde - physically or with her words, either would've worked - she couldn't deny she'd never been so ready for him to take her. "Let's go home."
Cassian beamed at her, at the words she used, still fairly new to them - they'd only moved into their shared apartment a few weeks before - and it took her breath away. She offered him a full, sincere smile back and noticed the hitch in his own breathing before he was kissing her again, passionately.
"Yes," he whispered against her lips after another minute. "Let's go home."
Each wrapping an arm around the other, Cassian placed a kiss to the top of her head as they walked out the bar, a sweet and tense anticipation growing with every step they took toward their home.
a/n: I know it's weird to use Tamlin in something like this, but you know he'd find Nesta pretty if he thinks Feyre is. And I just couldn't bring myself to use someone else, like Eris or Tarquin or Helion, in a scenario where Nesta was only ever using them for a contest like this. Even if I do have Nesta using one of them in other stuff, it's typically in a way that could offer them something at some point, maybe. lol
