can I request a gn!reader who's incredibly sexy in the most mysterious way possible x kai🤲 I think he'd go nuts trying to figure out reader and it's really fun to think about... reader is new to the team and notices kai is actively going crazy about them because all he knows is their first name and he hasn't realized reader doesn't speak unless they feel like it. reader lures him in with their ID to have a conversation about his horrible job at borderline-stalking (which is incredibly amusing to reader)
apologies if this is too specific this is me letting my crazy flag fly🧍
I’m sorry for keeping you waiting so long 💔 don’t be sorry abt being specific! I prefer it :) I’m not entirely sure what you meant by “lures him in with their ID”.. so, I hope the scene I wrote works with what you imagined. I wrote so much I hope I made the character as smug as you wanted 😭😭
Moth to flame
Kai x GN!Reader, takes place before the events of dragons rising, set in canon verse
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Kai is an inquisitive guy— with a complete lack of self control. If he was curious about something, there was no way in hell he’d just let it go. He had to figure it out. He had to figure you out.
People warmed up to him pretty fast. Although he was a bit intense, a bit quick to joke around— he was friendly. He didn’t make things boring. You seemed to be immune to his charms, though. Every time he’d look around to see who was laughing, you wouldn’t be. Eventually, he’d only search for yours, but to no avail.
Practically never speaking. Always training in your room alone, late at night. Always keeping your arms crossed, your eyelids low, and your gaze intense; piercing. Almost never spotted eating. Never smelling like sweat, even after hours of cardio.. hair barely even greasy. It’s insane, he’s like, “Do they ever even have to take a shit? Do they ever do anything embarrassing?”. What are you even like at your worst?
A name has always been enough. It was always the first step. Now, it feels like a blockade. A limit. Like it’s all he’ll ever know about you. It’s as close as he’ll get to your hair and skin. The lashes that frame your eyes and the hands that held him down during your guys’ spar. But.. hey,.. he’s not the type to back down from a challenge. Challenges make things more exciting. His brain needs them, or else he’ll become bored.
You left the dinner table before everyone else, as you normally do. This time, you’re followed. You swear the ground isn’t moving the same. You recognize who this is, from the way they’re sneaking around. The interval in which their steps are lightest— how frequently or infrequently they made it seem as if an object was moved by the wind. What really sealed the deal for you though, was the scent of his cologne. He sprays generously. He must be very anxious about smelling bad. Smells like it’s camellia oil based, actually.
He’s not half bad, though.
Every time you turn around, you probably look crazy. He leaves no trace.
You make sure to lock your door once you get into your room. You’ve already put a privacy screen in front of the vent, the day you moved in. You’ve ensured the curtains are completely opaque— that they cover the glass without leaving room for peeking. You’ve made sure your floorboards have plaster between them, that your walls have no cracks. You’ve made your room impenetrable.
This would have to stop, truly. You barely know the kind of guy he is. If he’s just admiring you or if he has awful intentions. You like your sleep. You don’t want to do it with one eye open. So, tonight you’ve put together a plan. You’d address this within the next few days.
You’re obviously being watched. You know because the puddles on the ground outside , often experience a brief moment in which the light doesn’t hit it properly, as if someone is above it and one of their limbs had blocked the sun. You know because sometimes the tatami mat will creak a split second after you’ve taken your step. You know because sometimes the fire lighting the lamps in the hallways will flicker unusually, as if somebody has swiftly moved past it. No matter how sneaky a ninja is, they cannot change nature.
The best proof you have of it being Kai, is the cologne. So, you’ve been eating spicy food lately.. you should keep your nostrils open.
And without a doubt, every time something strange happens, that familiar smell of camellia oil hits your nose.
You tell Wu you must go into town to verify your legal status as a ninja in Ninjago. You say they need a lot more identification than you thought, that the rules have changed in the past few years. That was bullshit. The literal son of the FSM was letting you train under him. You didn’t need to prove anything to the authorities. However.. Wu is probably not aware of this… he hasn’t been involved in law-making since the end of the serpentine war. You aren’t sure he buys your lie, but he doesn’t really have to. Because Kai’s in the room, and you know he’s listening. He goes still every time you talk.
“I must have left my ID in your room.”
“Why would it be there?” Wu asks, looking up from his book.
“I had to sleep there during my first week. Do you recall? When my window had a crack and my room was too cold to sleep in..”
“…Oh.., Yes. I do. You may enter and check.” He continues reading. Is that a comic book?
You think the next thing you say is about to sound a bit.. unnatural. You just hope Kai doesn’t pick up on it.
“Okay. Thank you, Sensei. It is all I’m missing… the rest of my identification, it’s all in my room..”
You hope Kai caught that.
You locked your door. You never leave it open. If you had, he would’ve recognized it was a trap— he would have recognized you wanted someone to enter. You can’t unscrew your vent. He would recognize that as a trap, too. Any change you make to weaken your security, would make your trap obvious to him.
So you leave everything the exact same.
“I might be in there for a long time, Sensei. I apologize in advance.”
“Take the time you need. It is important you retrieve your ID.”
You make it seem as if this is Kai’s only chance; This is the only time Kai has been you’ve ever been away from your room for what he imagines is a long period of time. He hates that about you. You never want to spend time outside of your room unless you’re training. And you do not train far from your room.
He has to take this chance.
After Kai leaves the room, you follow. He was quick. You have no idea where he is, but he’s probably entering through the floorboards. This time, since you aren’t in the room— he doesn’t have to worry about making a lot of noise cracking the hardened plaster. You smile to yourself. If he does indeed go through the floors, the plaster’s going to crumble all over him and cover him in powder.
You pretend to look through Wu’s room… How many copies of the same hat does he own..?? Then you feel it. The vibration against your wrist.
You put motion sensors on top of the floors, by the windows, and by the vents. They aren’t meant to make any noise when the intruder walks in. They were so expensive… if it is indeed Kai in there, he owes you a lot of money..
Your return to your room quietly. Well, as quietly as you can when you’re sprinting. You twist the key, unlocking your door, to see precisely who you thought it was.
“It’s not what you think it is!” He exclaims, wiping the plater’s residue off his face. You look at the loose floorboard he’s standing beside.
“I don’t care what it is. What justifies you breaking into my room? And don’t try to run away and lie! You’re covered in plaster, it’s obvious you broke in here. And the incense picked up your scent.”
“I wasn’t going to try to run..” Yes he was. “Picked up my scent? What?”
“I know you’ve been following me around. I know it was you every time, because your sloppy stalking was always accompanied by cologne… You aren’t supposed to be wearing any as a ninja. It gives you away.”
“Hey! My stalking was not sloppy” He crosses his arms. He pouts. Ever so slightly. As if he has any right to be petty.
“So it was you. Every time.” You don’t take your eyes off of his for even a second.
“Well, yeah ..! Didn’t you already figure that out?”,
“Thanks for confirming it.”
He sighs and unclenches his fists.
“… Nothing really gets past you, huh..?.. Well, how do you like my cologne? Is it up to your standards?”
“The tsubaki oil note is too strong.”
“What’s that?”
Why did you entertain that question?
“Why have you been stalking me?!” You inch closer, fists ready to strike.
“Because I don’t trust you! You come in out of no where, you don’t talk, I— nobody gets to know your last name, nobody knows where you’re from or why you’re here or how long you’ll be here!.. it’s weird, it’s suspicious! You’re telling me you wouldn’t suspect somebody like you?” You thought he’d back up, but he closes in. …Please. You’ve spent years training to be stoic during all kinds of situations. You can’t laugh because he looks like a powdered donut. But you do. And when you do, you see him grow a little pink underneath all that plaster residue.
He groans, wiping his face off with his hand even more.
“Will this break me out?” Of course he’s worried about his stupid skin. And not the violation of code of conduct all this is.
“Are you sure that’s why you started following me around? Because you suspect me of.. turning against you? What, you don’t trust your master’s judgment?”
He raises a brow. Yeah, you’re clearly new here.. “Uh. No, I don’t..” he laughs to himself, probably looking back on the consequences of blindly trusting whatever Wu says. “His judgment makes him keep things from us. Believe me, he won’t be that offended if you told him..”
“..But I’m sure he’d like to hear about you stalking me and breaking my room?”
“Oh please. I’ve done this before. Everybody’s used to it.”
Yeah, you aren’t shocked. He seems like the guy.
“Great. You won’t mind if I go up to him then, right?”
“Go right ahead. He’ll attribute this to some.. crush. He’ll call it a youthful infatuation”. He makes his voice higher on the last part, mocking Wu’s speech.
“Is that what this is?”
“..No.”
“You said it, not me. Really? Well, that’s cute. Doesn’t justify trying to watch somebody change, though.”
“I’ve never done that! I’ve never even attempted to watch you do.. anything like that.. Just— you shut up! Nobody here trusts you except for Sensei, and you’ve got only yourself to blame for that.”
“So instead of talking to me like a normal person, you follow me around?”
“You weren’t going to answer honestly if I just asked. I had to know more about you through.. something you couldn’t hide.”
“Creep..”
“If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t be so quiet!”
“Maybe I just like my privacy? Maybe I was just trying to settle in before opening up? And maybe constantly feeling like I was being watched since week 1 made me more reserved.”
“… Well-“
“I wasn’t going to start pouring by heart out when I was obviously being followed by somebody here. Hell, I wasn’t going to do that either way. Because not everybody’s like you! Loud and obnoxious.”
“I’d rather be a loud, obnoxious creep than some weirdo that tries to act like they’re a part of the air in the room.”
You scoff. What an asshole. He is cute, and you like teasing him, but his judgments can be pretty cruel. You turn around to inform Wu of what happened, when he grabs your arm.
“Hey.. I’m.. sorry. I—“
“You’re just trying to stop me from telling him. Are you afraid of getting in trouble?”
“What is this, middle school?” Ironic, because he clearly didn’t attend such a thing. “Let me clear things up. Look, I never wanted .. to make you feel unwelcome. I’m.. I’m just really antsy, alright? And when somebody does something out of the ordinary— and you, are absolutely out of the ordinary..” his ears get pink. “It’s.. anxiety-inducing, I dunno. It’s not like we’ve had it crazy safe. We’re ninja, for fuck’s sake — Somebody’s after us every week. I’m not trying to sound big-headed, but we’ve got targets on our back for all the work we’ve done for Ninjago! So, heaven forbid I try to look out for my team, it’s not like we ever get much peace.”
“..It doesn’t.. make it okay—“
“And I never tried to watch you change, by the way! Or in the showers, or any perverted shit like that! I’ve.. never even seen you wear any less than this..” He looks you up and down. What, is he imagining it? “And.. admittedly, you’re also.. annoyingly interesting… cuz of how little you say..”
You sigh. it is true, the motion sensors never went off around the vents of windows unless it was you. Nobody was trying to watch you in a compromised state. And the showers, well they’re totally locked down when you’re in there. Even if he had weird intentions.. he couldn’t have really acted upon them. You still aren’t convinced it’s totally his suspicion of you that motivated this.. but.. it’s.. not such an invalid reason.
“As sloppy a decision it is.. to wear cologne when you’re supposed to be untraceable—“
“Ugh, let it go.”
“You’re awfully loyal.. and.. you investigate everything.. even when it may be.. unethical. Traits of a very.. dedicated ninja.”
His brows raise, getting ready for the catch to your praise. “…Thank you—“
“But I’m here to do my job. I can promise you that. That’s all. And you should too, instead of.. pursuing people.” You smile to yourself, finally looking up to meet his gaze,
“Pursuing” he rolls his eyes. He's getting really defensive. “You’ve got a really big ego on you..”
“You seem like the type. To get excited by things that want nothing to do with you. Do you normally get exactly what and who you want? You’re awfully spoiled—“
“Don’t. Make this into something it’s not..” His eyes dart around the room, avoiding direct contact with yours. “I’m sorry. And I’ll.. leave you alone”, Sure he will. “Just.. we don’t know who you really are.. Talk to us more.”
“Oh I’m sure you’d like that.”
“Yeah. I would.” He admits. “Just.. try to settle in with us. And I promise the stalking will stop. For good.”
“Yeah.. I believe you alright.”
“I swear… Did you.. find your ID?”
“…You haven’t caught onto the fact that it was part of the trap?”
“Oh. You serious?”
“Yes! I’m training under the First Spinjitzu Master’s son! I don’t need to verify anything!”
“Well how was I supposed to know?”
“Oh my god. Get out. Actually, clean up around here first. I take it I won’t be needing to plaster my floors anymore, right?”
“No… Well, I would in case somebody else… takes an interest in you..”
“I think you’re the only one depraved enough.”
“Yeah okay.. I’ll get a fuckin broom…”
You pick the floorboard off the ground and dust it off. You smile at the burn marks on the wood. What a great first month’s impression from the Master of Fire.
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Did you guys know ninja working for the same master never stalked eachother? It was a huge offense if they did. Ninjago is such a laid back interpretation of what Ninja were really like.
It’s time for the Third Round Knock Out!!! My pupils definitely did not dilate when I was writing this (◐ω◑ ) nope, no, no, no, nope (◐ω◑ )
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Featuring: Members of the Sorcery Guild | Magia Seminar
Type: Headcanons
Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey
Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions
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When you’d chosen him, amongst all the other meisters and fairies, Est had initially felt somewhat…pressured.
After all, it’s no hidden secret within Magia Seminar that he isn’t exactly the best of teachers. Proficient as he is with his magic, he has no doubts about his ability to protect you.
But to guide you? To answer whatever questions you had about this world? To be your tutor?
Est could only brace himself for your dismissal of him in the future.
Yet, to his skepticism, that day never comes and he doesn’t understand why.
He’s seen the way your features twist into an expression of confusion whenever he tries to explain something theoretical to you, the sigh that always escapes from your lips when he hands you supplementary readings for you to peruse, and how tired you always seem to be whenever you take a seat in one of his classes.
He wants to question you about your intentions, but he can never seem to find the right moment to ask you. The only times that the two of you are together, he can’t find it in himself to pop the question, especially when he’s how stressed you’ve looked from other matters.
So, because he still is a researcher, he observes.
He watches how you turn to him for any questions lingering in your mind, something thoughtful appearing in your eyes despite your difficulty with understanding the technical terms he uses. He comprehends, then, that the reason for why you studiously read the books he recommends is so that you can better understand his reasoning and lessons.
Once he’s collected enough data, all he can do is stare at the only conclusion he’s able to come to.
You rely on him. No, that isn’t right. You chose to rely on him, even if there are easier alternatives for you to choose from, and this sudden recognition of your efforts just to stay by his side fills his chest with something that bubbles warmly.
When you enter the library in search of him, you’re treated to a sight you’ve never seen before: Est, with a hand pressed right up against his forehead and his entire face blazing red.
“Here, this is for you. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but these are the notes I made when I was younger and magic had been new to me. I hope these will be able to help you.”
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As both a student and a medical magic practitioner, Kai can acknowledge that he truly has too much on his plate right now.
So, when you chose him, a refusal was already forming at the tip of his tongue. And he would have, if he hadn’t seen the knowing look that Sion had sent him; from thereon, his pride was honestly the only reason that made him grudgingly accept the offer.
Initially, he’s sullen whenever he has to accompany you, a constant sour twist to the corner of his mouth, his thoughts constantly straying to what he could have been studying at that time or which patient would be dropping by in an hour.
But, regardless of how time-sensitive he feels, he sincerely devotes himself to the task of protecting and guiding you.
He always has his medical kit on his body in the case you get hurt, his magic a sporadic thing that lashes out at the sign of hostility from others, and he makes it a point to answer your questions to the best of his capability.
He can sympathize, after all, what it’s like to feel lost.
For him to warm up to you, all it takes is one realization. He’s of the assumption that you expect him to invest most of his attention on you, but when you break it out to him that you understand that he has other duties to attend to and that you don’t mind, the weight he’d been carrying on his shoulders lift.
From thereon, rather than having a thunderous rain cloud following your wake, it’s as if you’ve acquired an excitable puppy trailing after you.
In what little reprieve the two of you are able to afford, he drags you out for lunch, visiting businesses owned by his former patients who are all too happy to have him there. Sometimes, when you find yourself free and waiting for him, he lets you into his infirmary where you’re able to see him at work, the energy constantly buzzing beneath his skin turning into a calm hum as he treats his patients kindly.
He’s aware that he’s showing a foreign side of him to you, but he doesn’t particularly mind it. Still, it does make him wonder just what made you decide to choose him out of everyone, because he can concede that he’s neither the strongest nor the smartest.
When he asks you, he doesn’t bother beating around the bush. He looks you straight in the eye, his cheek pressing against the back of his hand, and looking for the all the world like the question doesn’t have a grasp on his heart right now.
But when you give him a genuine answer, you’re treated to the sight of his composure fracturing, a flush riding high on his cheeks that he tries to cover with his hand, his gaze meeting everything but yours.
“Oi, come here…Are you serious? Look, I won’t bite, so just come closer. Your neck’s been hurting right? I know a thing or two about massages, so let me give it a try.”
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To put it plainly, Sion doesn’t really care whether or not he gets chosen by you.
Because in the end, whichever route you go with, you’ll eventually find out that not only is he incompetent to his own lineage but also opposed to the very magic that flows through his veins. A combination that, truly, you’ll most likely want to distance yourself from.
Yet, your gaze turns to him, something clicking into place in the space between the two of you, and Sion doesn’t even bother hiding his glower when he realizes just what this means—just a prolonged denial for the inevitable.
He keeps his distance from you, for both of your sakes, but he’s bound by duty to return to your side whenever you need it the most, be it for protection or guidance. He keeps his words curt and clipped, his tone uninterested and cold, and he can very well see the bewilderment on your face as to why you’re being treated in this way despite having only just met him.
He expects you to talk to him about this being a mistake, about him being the mistake, as is always the case, but that never happens. Instead, whenever he tries to scurry away from you after helping you with a task, you persistently dog his steps, sticking close to him just to keep the conversation going.
Sooner or later, your interactions begin to look less like a master calling for their pet and more like a cat chasing after a mouse. Sion will swear up and down that it isn’t true, because if it were the case, then wouldn’t that make him the mouse in this situation…?
Things come to a deadlock when you finally figure out his best hiding spot.
It’s a quaint area that used to be a side courtyard for the guild that has been now abandoned due to the fact that mostly everyone stays inside the libraries to study. Sion goes there often for the sake of it being a quiet place. And, as you soon come to learn, for the kittens play there.
The two of you stare at one another for a good long while, stunned, but the moment is broken when the little animal in Sion’s hands paws him in the face, meowing for more kisses on its tiny head.
Sion looks ready to bolt, completely horrified, but it takes you sitting down beside him and taking another kitten into your lap and playing with the little guy for him to calm down, a suspicious eye trained onto you.
It’s probably because this is the longest time that the two of you have spent time together than you tell him, keeping your gaze carefully trained a kitten, your reasons for choosing him.
He listens and, at the end of it, he doesn’t say a word. You worry that you might have been too impatient with him when he leaves, but the next morning, instead of having to initiate another one of your games of hide-and-seek, you find him waiting for you at the entrance of the guild.
“...I’ll only say this once, but—If you don’t mind having me, then I’ll do my best to take care of you and erase any of your worries.”
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At first, Gui thinks that you’ve made a mistake. Surely, you didn’t just call out his name? Or had you perhaps mistaken him for another meister?
But no, it’s not a mistake, because you’re looking straight at him, truly at him and not through him, with a smile on your face that’s gradually becoming more awkward, hand stretching out towards him for the taking.
It’s a clumsy first meeting, one that he’ll later on learn will be the general description for his relationship with you.
Because that’s technically what it is. No, scratch that, that’s what he is whenever you’re around, which is almost all the time.
For some convoluted and omnipresent reason, it’s as if whatever he’s holding suddenly turns into butter the minute you take a peek over his shoulder and ask what he’s working on, your face so close to his that he could feel practically every breath you exhale against the side of his neck.
It’s led to a couple of accidents within the guild that always lands him a scolding in the hallway, curious onlookers trying their best to listen in as they slowly walk by.
He would ask you to stop visiting him during his tinkering hours, but it feels wrong for him to do so.
He knows that it really isn’t your fault, even if you are the catalyst. It’s more of a him problem, really, so he lets you drop by whenever you want with a promise extracted from you that you’ll at least try and get his attention first from a distance.
Besides, despite the consequences, it feels…nice. To be appreciated like this. For him and his efforts to be seen.
It’s this sudden awareness of why he feels so happy lately, why he’s so reluctant to spend less time with you, that makes him wonder—just what had piqued your interest in him? So much so that you chose him out of the other meisters?
It takes time for him to gather the courage to raise the question to you, but he does so eventually because quitting is one thing unfamiliar to him. He keeps his eyes on his latest invention, trying his best to ignore the anxious fluttering in his gut.
Seeing his nervousness through the slight tremors in his hands, you reach across the table and take them in yours, caressing your thumbs over the back of his hands. You wait until the shaking stops before you answer him, giving him a fond smile that only succeeds in making the butterflies in his gut fly high up to his chest, filling him with a sense of adoration.
“Hey, uhm, I never did thank you, right? …For what? W-Well! It’s for, you know…choosing me. If you want, we can have a picnic tomorrow? I kind of know my way around the kitchen, ehehe.”
Prompt: “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”
Day: 2/31
Pairing: Jongin x n. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Kissing.
Word Count: 1012
Baekhyun holds up the ribbon to the fireplace proudly. “I think if we add this ribbon here it’ll look good, what do you think? y/n?” He glances at you to see you are completely not paying attention at all. “y/n.”
Again, you don’t look at him so he turns around to see what you are so focused on. A scoff escapes him as he gives your clueless form a knowing smirk. You’re obviously ogling Jongin across the hall who is holding up the end of the garland for Jongdae to help wrap around the stair rail. “Oi, Jongin lover.”
That certainly catches your attention. Baekhyun laughs as you cough, nearly chocking on a small pretzel you’ve been munching on.
“Baekhyun, no!” You whisper harshly with a glare once you recover, hitting his arm for good measure.
“You ok over there?” Jongdae yells across the hallway, a knowing look in his eye.
“Just peachy.” You grumble as you steal a look over at Jongin. This makes you miss the weird eye communication between Baekhyun and Jongdae.
Jongin is looking down the hall worriedly, but once he sees you looking at him and are ok, he grins widely. His free hand waves cutely and you return the wave. This makes Baekhyun snort again.
“What do you want Baekhyun?” You drag your attention back to your crazy friend at your side, not trusting him.
“Just tell me I’m right.” He prompts.
You cross your arms and lean against the fire place. “With what?”
“Tell me I’m right.” The man insists once again.
“Never.” Your answer makes him only more insistent.
“If only you weren’t staring at my good-looking friend there, we wouldn’t have this problem.” Baekhyun cuts you off when he sees you are about to retaliate. “The ribbon, I did good right?”
“I guess.” You turn your gaze back to the hall.
“Ah, so mean.” Baekhyun yells dramatically. “I won’t allow it; you are too mean for our sweet Jongin.”
This makes you laugh, “I didn’t know you were in charge of his hand in marriage.”
Baekhyun pouts, “If you are going to make fun of me be useful and grab me some tape.”
“Aye, aye captain.” You mockingly salute as you saunter across the room and towards the hall. The last time you saw the tape it was on the stairs.
When you get to the hall you hear Jongin ask, “What should I do with this end?”
“Hmm…” Jongdae considers until he notices you coming down the hall. His eyes look behind you before racing back to you, and a wicked grin forms on his face. Stretching out an arm he yells, “Hold it!”
You look down and let a relieved sigh as you thought you were about to step on something fragile. “Why are you yelling?”
“Important garland business. Ok, Jongin go to your right a couple steps. Now a step back.”
Jongin, bless his heart, does what his friend asks, albeit with a confused face that shifts between the garland and his friend on the stairs. “Shouldn’t it be the other way?”
“Yep,” Jongdae laughs at Jongin’s and your confused and annoyed expression. “But now you are under the mistletoe.”
Jongdae points up, and Jongin’s and your gazes move up with it to see you are indeed under the mistletoe.
You stare up at the mistletoe blankly while Jongin starts waving his hands, and thus the garland end, wildly.
“What? Why? Who-who put this here?”
Laughter from the living room gives you your answer.
“Baekhyun, seriously why did you put it up? You don’t have anyone to kiss.” Jongin fires across the hall flustered.
Your chaotic friend’s voice comes clearly down the hall in response, “What if I wanted to kiss you.”
“Is this like your shower thing?”
“That is a show of brother hood Jongin.”
The two go back and forth for a while with Jongin becoming more and more flustered as the yelling continues.
Jongdae is cracking up and folded over the stair rail. Eventually he has enough of it though. “You’re under the mistletoe,” he repeats and then claps, “so. Just. Stop. Stalling. And just kiss already!”
Jongin gulps and looks at you with wide eyes. “But- I…”
You know he is shy and respectful, but the stalling and excuses stings despite that. Apparently, you’ve had enough too. Placing a hand on his soft sweater and pressing into his firm chest you lean against him and swiftly kiss his lips. You’d do anything to extend this moment to forever, but instead you cut it too short for your liking.
Wide eyes stare at you, and when you lean back you notice his hands were hovering awkwardly right beside where your waist would have been.
“Just need the tape.” You lower your eyes and walk around the frozen man to the end of the stairs. Picking up the tape, you stay near the wall as you go down back the hall to give Jongin room. He grabs your wrist before you can fully pass him by, surprising you. It’s your turn to look up at him with wide eyes.
“We’re under the mistletoe again.” Jongin whispers.
“And what are you going to do about it?” You whisper back.
Jongin’s answer is to drop the garland, making Jongdae gasp at such disobedience, to cup your face in one of his large hands. It’s warm and you can’t help but lean into it. His teeth dig into his bottom lip nervously and then his soft lips are crashing into yours before he could lose his resolve.
The chaotic duo watching the scene whoop excitedly and the two of you pull away slowly. You turn your back on him, swaying your hips a little extra, as you return to the fireplace where you may push the roll of tape a little harder than necessary into Baekhyun’s hands.
“Owww, you should be grateful.” The man shakes his hands and whines.
“Shut up.” Looking over your shoulder, Jongin’s dark gaze is on your form. It never leaves you the rest of the night.
Kai is the famous devil known for being incapable of love. You? You’re a normal person who is determined to romance the living hell out of him.
Kai x reader (neutral)
You open your eyes and see a big castle standing before you. One feet away from you, stood the hot stunning man you believe was The Devil himself. You believe in romance, while the man in front of you is the proof a man can have no romance at all.
You don’t know why and how you ended up in the gates of Hell, but here you are. While at it, you think it’s a good shot to try and maybe win his heart.
So that’s how you begin your pick up lines. Kai was walking in front of you, leading you to the inner side of the castle.
“Hey, would you mind giving me a map,” you wink and found your finger guns at the Devil himself “to you heart?”
You swore you could see Kai flustered for a moment there, but the legends about him were true. He did not show any signs of emotion, nor romance.
Kai glanced at you for a second with a blank face before walking around you and continuing down the hall of his castle. You quickly turned and ran to walk beside him.
“I’m sorry, but it’s just that I got a little lost,” you explained before winking with another set of finger guns, “In your eyes.”
Kai tried his best to not be overwhelmed, but you saw the faintest hue of pink arousing on his cheeks. You did not need him to say it out loud that romance has tingled his heart, all you need is his red cheeks and ears!
You did it, you made The Devil feels love and maybe he’ll get into more romance things as you bring him out of his shell.
Prompt: Imagine Kai (Your roommate) finding your diary about him and making you listen to him read it to you.
Pairings: Kai x Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 368
Hopefully this is good since it’s my first time getting back into writing.
You were woken up by Kai who plopped on the bed next to you, diary in hand and reading the first page about him. “Dear Diary, there is this guy named Malachai Parker, he’s crazy but in a hot Sociopathic way. Is it bad that I like a guy that almost killed all of my friends? Who cares it’s not like he’ll ever find out and neither will they.” Kai smiled down at your horrified face. “Kai where did you get that from?” You tried not to sound as freaked out as you were. “I have my ways.” He smirked flipping through more of the pages and your eyes widened and you tried sitting up but Kai held you down with his magic. “Kai come on.” You whined struggling against the invisible force. He stood up and started pacing around your room reading the different journal entries until a specific one caught his eye and by the look on his face you knew you’d never hear the end of it. “Dear Diary, I cant believe I’m writing about this.. So this is the day I actually feel like my dignity is completely destroyed. So how do I explain this? Well he caught me Masturbating in my room because I guess he doesn’t know how to freaking knock but luckily he didn’t hear me mumbling his name or I’d probably have killed myself then and there. I’m not sure how long he was there but It’s not like he’ll ever find my diary right? Anyways good night love Y/N.” You lie there in shock mouth gaping and eyes practically burning holes into Kai. He only gave a cheeky grin in response closing the diary/journal and started strolling towards you. “So you like me huh?” You cut him off “Kai just let me go and we can forget this ever happened or you don’t and I’ll set you on fire!” You struggled again this time putting more of a fight into it as your doing so you see Kai mumble something then disappear. “Malachai Parker bring your ass back here and let me go you dick!” You finally feel the force lift and sit up “Your a dead man Malachai!”
Series | Not sure yet. Hopefully just a few chapters
Warning | Please read the warnings before you start reading. Thanks.
Includes violence, murder, sex, ansty moments, fluff moments, drugs and cursing. Please don’t read if you are sensitive to any types of degrading words and or mentions of same sex hook ups. - I think this may be one of the most intense stories I ever written so bare with me.
Description: It’s been two years since you watched your boyfriend Jongin get murdered in front of you but what you find out after running into a mutual friend, gets you in some deep shit.
Tears streamed down your eyes as the guy held a gun to your head, and you shut your eyes preparing yourself.
Kais eyes grazed over your body, anger filling his veins as he saw the scar on your right cheek. Someone had put their hands on his princess and he was going to kill someone.
“Now. You tell me what I want to know or this will.” The boss spoke with a chuckle sharpening his knife.
You swallowed shaking your head weakly, “Its okay baby, don’t tell them anything please.” You whimpered feeling the cold blade run against your cheek.
A slap came to your face, stinging your right cheek and you winced, the pain was already throbbing from the bruise that was formally there that had just formed.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Kai screamed, moving around in the char weakly but convinced he could get out and save you.
“She's so beautiful.. So beautiful. I wonder...” the boss laughed, his fingers trickling down your neck to your collarbone.
You tried to shake him off whimpering, but the two men held you down tighter, not allowing you to move anymore. The boss cut your shirt in half with the knife allowing your bra to be visible to everyone in the room.
“Stop it!” Kai screamed again, “I'll fucking tell you just stop please. Don’t touch her.”
Chuckling, the Boss walked over to Kai, lifting his beautiful bruised face up to look him in the eyes. “So tell me the code to the safe and I will spare her life...”
“Don’t tell him!” You screamed.
Kai didn’t pay you any mind, except he looked the man in the eyes and nodded, “7..4..3..9..0.”
Your eyes lit up in shock, that wasn’t the code. You looked around then back at Kai furrowing your eyebrows hoping he would give you that look but he didn’t look at you. The man smiled, taking his phone out repeating the code.
Kai then looked at you and shook his head no because he knew you. He knew you had a plan but your plan wouldn’t work this time.
It was too late.
“Bastard.” The boss grunted taking the knife stabbing it straight into Kais arm.
“Ahh.” Kai groaned in pain.
“What's the real code or she fucking dies.” The boss shouted.
The man cocked his gun holding it to your forehead, his hand on the trigger tightly getting ready to blow your brains if Kai fucked up again.
Kai looked at you then spit out blood on the man's shoes. The man grinned evilly, not amused, he kneed Kai in the nose earning a grunt from him.
“The code.. Now.” the boss urged.
“02..09..08. Now go to hell.” Kai weakly spoke.
The date you and Kai met.. Your eyes weakly looked up at him hopelessly but then..
part: prologue, i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii, viii, ix
psithurism - (n.) the sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves.
This morning when you woke up for work you were feeling fine, but as soon as you stepped foot outside your small house, an uneasiness settled over you. As you went along your normal route to work, you felt as if your every move was being watched.
You tried to shake off the feeling, blaming your constant, annoying, paranoia. But it just didn’t seem to work. You kept looking over your shoulder, but spotting no one every single time.
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Not once in your three months of working at the restaurant were you late or sick, so your boss wasn’t hesitant in letting you have the day off when you called in with a fake cough to tell him you wouldn’t be able to make it today.
And now, you were in front of Jina’s tattoo shop.
You wrapped your hand around the silver handle, and with a gentle push, you opened the door, stepping inside the cinnamon scented shop, as the bells above you chimed.
“I’ll be with you in a minute!” Like always, Jina was in the back, working on yet another tattoo.
“It’s just me!” You called back, sitting down on the comfortable velvet armchair, feeling the crimson material under your fingertips.
“What’s up?” Jina asked as she stepped out to greet you, hands working on ridding herself of the latex gloves she wore.
“Have you talked to Jackson recently?” You replied, a small frown tugging at your lips. Jackson and Jina were really good friends, they basically grew up together. And through him, you met Mark. Your most trusted contact and friend, right after Jina.
He was the one that watched your back.
“No. Not for at least a month.” Jina shook her head, pulling her smartphone from the back pocket of her dark wash jeans.
But as soon as she dialed, she hung up, her brows pulled together in what seemed confusion. “Straight to voicemail.” she frowned, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, “Call Mark, something isn’t right.”
You did as you were told, dialing with number with a strong sense of familiarity, the line ringing the total of three times before Mark answered.
“Hey babygirl, I was wondering when you’d call.” From Mark’s usual greeting, you couldn’t tell something was wrong, which you hoped wasn’t.
“Hey handsome. Where’s Jackson?” you ran a hand through your hair, and you could almost hear Mark frowning on the other end of the line as you asked about his best friend.
“You know, he has a phone of his own.” he responded with a sigh, “What do you need?”
“Jina called Jackson, but it went straight to voicemail.” You could hear the fabric of Mark’s sheets ruffling, so you only guessed he was in bed, and now was getting up to pace, a habit he had when he was worried, which you tried to help him break, but your efforts were fruitless.
“I last saw him two days ago. I’ll call you back.” with that, Mark hung up. Jackson always answered his phone, all four of you had to, the lifestyle you led made it so. And there was always a reason to panic when one of you doesn’t answer the phone. Last time it was Jina, who didn’t answer because her tattoo shop was being robbed at the time. It happened to everyone at least once, except for him. Which is why you were so worried.
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You tried to do everything you could think of to pass time as you got home. You did the dishes, folded the laundry, ate, paced, anything and everything you could think of.
It had been the slowest two hours of your life before Mark called you.
You all but flew across the room to answer the phone that you seemingly forgot in the kitchen.
“What happened? Are you alright?” the questions flew right out as you picked up the phone, the only sound on the other end being the engine of Mark’s car.
“Pack what you need, I’m on my way.” your heart dropped as those words left his mouth, his voice disturbingly calm. Something happened. Something big.
“Mark, what happened?” you tried softly this time, because you were afraid of upsetting him any further while he was driving if your voice was any louder.
“Jackson is fucking dead. Heart ripped right out of his chest. And the bastard is nowhere to be seen. Nothing on him. Disappeared a day ago. If you don’t hear from me in the next 24 hours, run.” With that, Mark hung up.
It took a good few minutes before you actually processed what he said, and tears started flooding your eyes.
God no. He can’t be dead. you kept repeating to yourself as you tried your best not to cry. Now was not the time for that. You’d get to grieve later, if you’re not dead by then. I’m next.
You ran around your room frantically with your duffel bag in hand, packing the absolute basics.
With your senses on overdrive, you did not miss the snapping of a branch what seemed to be right under your window.
But as soon as you looked, you dropped to the floor, curling in on yourself to not be seen as you made eye contact with a wolf almost right as you looked.
You cursed yourself as you put a hand over your racing heart. But this time, it wasn’t out of fear. But the thought of it scared you.
The wolf wasn’t the black one that plagued your nightmares almost every night. It was easily the most beautiful one you have seen in your entire life.
With bright amber eyes that marked him as a werewolf, and intricate brown fur with streaks of black on his back.
Slowly rising from the floor, you carefully peaked your head out the window.
The werewolf was still there, sitting in the same place, but this time, his tail was wagging at a rapid pace behind him.
You really wanted to go down and maybe get him to shift back. Talk to him. Get to know him.
But you couldn’t. He did not deserve to be involved in this. Jackson was dead because of it, and you couldn’t have anyone else die because of you.
You let out a heavy sigh, a small frown evident on your face as you quietly apologized to the wolf, knowing he heard you, Before shutting the windows and tugging the curtains to a close.
