>> this is before the alien stage begins, as well as the reader can be seen as a distant parent figure. This fic is more like how the alien stage cast would view the IPC.
Mizi
Honestly she is grateful towards you intervening as well as saving her and the others. But you would always remain a mystery towards her and the others, even after freeing them you would remain enigmatic and not interact much or seem to be indifferent towards them.
Honestly even after you take them to your wing, you remain distant. From her observation, the IPC is also not different from the aliens by far these people seem to focus on climbing the ranks and simply preserving their god rule. Even though mizi is the most open towards change, she doesn't trust you.
Mizi originally did not believe the stories of qlipoth, and why do these people seem to be devoted to their rules of preserving as well as why did the god not save them. Sua was also worried and did not want to remain in one place, mizi is absolutely captivated by the stories of other organizations or factions as well as tales of the aeons.
Sua
Despite her trying to put on a brave face, she is the most intimidated and overwhelmed by the current changes. This territory is unfamiliar and new, not to mention how you always remain distant. She would wonder whats the reason why you decided to save them as well as the true purpose of the IPC.
She would often be around mizi not trusting anyone, shes cold towards you as well as making no attempts of interacting. By what it seems, she doesn't trust the IPC or literally anyone. Her being protective over mizi is tops and as well as glaring at anyone who approaches her trying to recruit them into an idol.
You are talented as well as powerful, based on the saying of your subordinates–you remain distant as well as powerful. You seem to be detached and duty bound by your role as a stoneheart, honestly based on what your employees say about you. Your not bad compared to your other subordinates or fellow stonehearts, she and the others only caught a glimpse of a man wearing an extravagant outfit meeting with you wearing a turquoise theme.
Ivan
He will adapt quickly, he will try to gain as much informantion from your employees and others to understand the IPC as well as other factions. The universe is much bigger as well as more dangerous, he would make sure to keep an eye out on everybody especially till due to the chaos he can cause.
You remain ambivalent, honestly by far you and your coworkers remain a mystery towards him. You seem to be very busy, as well as having a close bond with your fellow stoneheart topaz" and "aventurine". You are very much distant figure despite your "savior" imagine played by your employees, is it truly freedom for them? Or under new management.
Ivan would use this time to learn as best as he can, the language, tactics and more so that he and the others can adapt. He would never trust you but I guess that implied to you as well since it seems you don't trust him as well. If he and the others desire so much as leaving from your grasp then so be it.
Till
He would cause more trouble, he would pick up fights as well as cause trouble with your employees and get into fights with the cast. He doesn't trust you one bit, you are being surrounded by luxury makes him wary of you–like how you would know or understand them.
He caused a lot of property damage which of course would be covered by you, he is confused by you. He knows you are able to kill him, yet doesn't. You are not even paying attention to the mess, just pay and leave. Till is confused by your indifference.
Yet the cast is given a place to stay as well as fine clothing, till would reject at first then he has no choice but to accept it because he was starving. He has questions about you yet you are always busy, he is also overwhelmed by pier point atmosphere.
Hyuna
She would be the first person to escape, she would not accept you or the IPC. In fact I feel like she would join the galaxy ranger because she encounters boothill and the stories of the Galaxy ranger as well as her being able to relate to boothill she joined the galaxy ranger enjoying traveling the cosmos.
Hyuna would distance herself from Luka, not wanting to be close to him. You remaining ambiguous would give her flash back of her own guardian, you only focus on your work. Yet she doesn't hate you because you carry a sense of care and responsibility–the feeling is mutual.
She would immediately see through the IPC facade of being a peaceful organization, viewing it as no different from the same beings that imprisoned and created her. She honestly would blend in with the galaxy rangers.
Luka
Luka, similar towards Ivan–he would learn how to adapt. The IPC is no different from the audience he often would entertain, he also would receive many invitations to become a model as well as an idol. He viewed the IPC as similar towards the aliens but different in a way.
He would manipulate others to get what he wants as well as learn as much as he needs. He would often try to get close to you but it seems pointless because your position is too high, in truth the reason why you rescued them was not due to empathy but because of a vendetta.
The full reason they were rescued was simply because the aliens destroyed one of your fleets carrying your subordinates and fellow employees, you tried to maintain peace and when that failed–using your resources, you managed to destroy the alien through economically making them run out of resources as well as cutting their resources.
This is a fun idea, so sorry if there's any mischaracterization and don't take it too seriously
Author: sorry if ts is occ/lazy/short. Hope u like ts! To clarify, mizi/sua, the reader is a girl. With till/luka/hyuna reader can be perceived as whatever. Mb that the later(after Luka/sua) characters are rushed.i got lazy and didn’t do Ivan 😭
ALNST CAST X READER
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MIZI
You and Mizi met on both of your first days at Anakt garden. The moment Mizi saw you, she was instantly captivated by your smile. It was so…sweet, innocent and frail. She would feel a rush of emotion when she walked by you.
Mizi at first wanted to go up to you and talk to you. You had such a magnetic presence, and as well as a beautiful voice. But she kept to herself for a while. Just before one day, one fateful day that changed her view of living.
So one day, Mizi, caught you singing afar. She wanted to feel what you felt. To carry the love that you carried. On one note, you paused your singing for a break. You felt a little paranoid, like you were being watched. You turned around, “Uhm…Is anyone there?” You’d say, looking directly at the artificial tree, that seemed to have pink strands of hair poking out.
“That girl.” You mumbled to yourself. You’ve seen her around. She’s always staring at you. It’s almost creepy. “You. What’s your name?” You asked pointing at her, stepping on some flowers, while you walked towards her. “Oh it’s, uhm, Mizi!” The pink haired girl exclaimed cheerfully. “Mizi. . . That’s very pretty. I want to be your friend.” You said gently, sinking in the new name. “WAIT—Really?!” “Mhm”
After that, you both almost did EVERYTHING together! Lunch together, rehearsals almost anything that’d be in duos. You soon stopped viewing her as the pink weirdo. But more as the one who just brightened your days. Mizi was more social than you, thanks to her, you both gained a new friend, her name was Sua.
You three spent all your time together at Anakt. Mizi would braid your hair, making a silly joke. You’d respond with even a funnier one. Earning you, Suas own small giggle. The shyer girl would make you laugh even more. Wow, Mizi couldn’t believe it. Your smile stayed just as beautiful as the day you both met.!
Mizi absolutely HATES when boys would get up in your space. Complimenting you, eying you, it’d gross her out badly! But don’t worry! Mizi happily takes you away from them, sharing cheekily that she needs to borrow you for js a sec! (The whole day basically). Batting her pretty eyes at the guy.
Mizi was always so touchy with you. Yanking your sleeve to go to somewhere. Holding your hand whenever you two were singing together. It always made your lips curve into a grin.
Anytime, Sua wasn’t present at Anakt garden. It’d bring some disappointment to you, but for Mizi, it was a different story. Mizi would cup your hand with that cheeky smile of hers. Telling you that if you both had each other, nothing could ever break your guys bond. Or more so love. Although, you felt a bit bad for Sua, who was with her owner, which only Great Anakt knows what that hideous owner was doing with Sua.
Love. What a beautiful thing, you’d think about. You read that it’s something you couldn’t control, and it was just true to the heart. Something that keeps your heart pumping. Mizi. That is who popped up in your mind, when you envisioned love. A childish grin appeared on your face. “Hehehe, guess I’m special. I get to love mizi.”
Love, it can make anyone feel good and just as negative as well. It can make you feel joyous, cared, motivated. But also it seems over time you learned how much love can make you seem irrational. Or that’s what your owner thought, When they finally put the pieces together. Once they saw you lost, they js knew you’d self sabotaged yourself. The final decision allowing a distraught Mizi to be winner of Round 1.
Ever since your guardian adopted you, you were taught to win no matter what. To put your all into singing. “Don’t forget your in Anakt garden to win, not make friends.” Your guardians teachings all left your mind. Ever since you were reminded the gravity of the competition you and Mizi were in. Life or death? It’s your life or Mizi’s? How stupid you thought. The answer was always obvious, you never had the heart to ever let Mizi’s life be taken away for yours.
No. That can’t ever happen. If self sabotage was the way to go, then so be it. A smile was the last thing Mizi ever saw form on your lips after your glistening eyes. The bullet shot you right at the moment, you were about to say, “I love you.” Words so desperately she needed to hear.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
LUKA
Tbh you thought Luka was an oddball the moment you caught him chewing on his own sleeve. For a pretty boy, you’d think he’d be more social. But that wasn’t the case at all! He was so dissociated from everyone around him. It was almost concerning…
You’d start following him around, trying to get him and his attitude. Often ignoring his blank face. You were sure Luka disliked you! But that statement soon proved false. One day, during class. Instructions were for everyone to pair up into 2. Now imma be honest, you were already walking over to a girl. However, you were stopped by Luka himself.
You were taken back by the decision. Your face was almost laughable. Luka stare back at you blankly. The instructor asked who his partner was. And all Luka did, was just point at you, “Oh it’s them.” The instructor just glanced at you for a sec before walking past u both.
Both your voices synced in so beautifully, even students around you looked surprised by the lovely melody they were hearing. “Wow that went great—“We need to do it again. Our last note didn’t sync right.”
You soon realized after that, that Luka really did like you a lot. I mean he did seem to go out of his way to spend time with you. Anytime, you guys had partner activities, he’d go straight to you before anyone had the chance. He was always around, so clingy, grabbing ur sleeve whenever you 2 walked together. And overtime you accepted him as your friend. You’d always be his partner for everything!
You’d be his only friend for a long while, before you befriended both Hyuna and hyunwoo and brought them along. Forming a friend group between u 4. You got along well with all of them. You loved them all equally, well u like Luka js a bit more.
All of your days with the 4, were often filled with joy. No matter how bad your owners could be to you, all of you would be cheered up by each other. Whether it was Hyuna hyping the group up for another day. Or maybe it was hyunwoo who would make silly but comforting jokes. And Lukas blank but endearing comments. You found these people to be ur family.
He always has cold hands, so you’d have to hold them to warm them up.
Sure it was odd how Luka would chew on ur sleeves, Poke his finger towards ur side, hey now that you really think abt it. He’s very touchy. Like it’s hard to pry his hands off you once he sleeps on ur chest/shoulder.
Luka was enamored by you. He loved everything about you. And loved it especially when you would be right at his side. Let it be anything you’re doing, but just know he’s going to stay with you.
It was super hard at first to tell if Luka’s feeling anything. Slowly, You’d just go with the idea that he’s just not expressive. That’s fine! It doesn’t matter anyways when you know he enjoys ur presence as much as you enjoy his. And he’s easy to tell when jealous. Like when he wraps his arm tighter around urs when hyunwoo is just being very friendly.
One day, you and Hyuna left the boys alone for a bit. You confessed to Hyuna you liked Luka. Which Hyuna frowned at first, hearing that. However, she popped a smile right back on. You’d ask her for advice, Hyuna blushed at you. “Oh gee, wellll I heard flower crowns are being given all around here. I think It’d be nice if you gave one to Luka.”
Your face lightened up at that. “Wow that’s a great idea, Hyuna!! We can make one together!” You’d practically shriek out of joy. Cupping Hyuna’s hand. “Of course, Anything for my..best friend.” She’d smile at you. For the rest of the day, you’d both go picking around pretty flowers and finally u 2 sat down to actually make the crown. Your whole day was filled with joy and laughter being with Hyuna.
A few moments after, you finished making the crown. Hyuna left you, telling you she’s going to go find hyunwoo. Your heart was pounding overflowing with excitement. But just seconds after u found both the boys on the ground. One bleeding his head out. “Hyunwoo?…”You’d find Hyuna staring wide eyed at both. And just steps away from hyunwoo, was Luka.
“WHAT DID YOU DO LUKA?!” You’d yell at him, terrified of the sight of your friend’s dead body. Now staring at Luka, his small smile vanished almost immediately after he heard your panicked tone. He instead frowned. You threw the flower crown at him. And left him to go comfort, Hyuna, who was now sobbing. Luka didn’t understand? He did this act for you. He was fine with sharing your attention with Hyuna. But hyunwoo seemed to have been too close with u in his eyes. Besides, you and Luka were meant to be. He knew whatever love he could feel, it’d only could be shown with you.
You couldn’t face Luka anymore. His face just brought back to l conflicted feelings that you rather ignore than face. It was that same night, You’d find a way to escape. You tried convincing Hyuna to come with you. You’d both can start fresh. Away from this wretched garden. On that night, You’d and Hyuna attempted your guys escape. Something went wrong, next thing you knew, the guards got Hyuna first. All you heard from her was, “GO, RUN!!”
Years later, You’re a rebellion member, second in command. Saving Hyuna along the way. Occasionally drinking with her, Isaac and Dewey. Sure this was a different And Luka?
Ever since he’s heard you join the rebellion all those years ago, Luka’s always been saving one of ur wanted posters. Having it under his pillow, later taping it on his wall. Pecking it time to time. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He deeply hopes you’d consider coming back for him.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
SUA
You also met Sua in Anakt garden. You both were relatively known as star students. You befriend her later on around 12-13. You were almost as quiet as her. But you seemed to have brought out her more playful side.
You and Sua would just click in your first meet. At first you thought you were annoying Sua. But once you saw that smile of hers, you knew you were doomed.
Kisses from her are soft, fragile and priceless.
You were suas’s whole world! She decided you were hers, and that she was yours! You both would practice, play and hang out around the other. Mizi would tag along a lot of the time. But even she could understand the deep bond you and Sua had. She’d also would mildly tease you.
“Oohh you’re blushing. Wow you must like Sua alotttt.” Mizi cooed poking your side, “Shut up mizi.” You retorted, however she could tell there was no bite in your words. Mizi even giggled at your flustered expression.
You’d notice how much the world was brighter when Sua was in your life. And Sua could say the same for you. You made her days easier to deal. Especially when she got the horrible treatment from her guardian. Although she was a bit envious of the better treatment you’d receive from ur guardian. But she’d never wish any harm upon you.
Sua and you would go sleep at the same tree. And you’d usually wake up first, always finding yourself staring at her . “Wow you’re soo prettyyyy.” Nuzzling your head into her neck. Earning you a small sleepy giggle from her.
Arguments with Sua were never loud. They usually were short but sharp enough to cut both of you. She’d never would lash out angrily. No, you were perfect as you are. However, Sua would be sensitive to any loud yell or aggressive behavior from you.
You both loved reading books together, fairytales were your favorite. It was probably because Sua would read them to you and if you’re being honest, it was Sua who made the story sound magical. You dreamed of a world where you can be Suas princess, and giving her a happy ending.
However, it was never a day where you weren’t thinking at the back of ur head, about the way you’d have to potentially die or win against Sua. The love and woman of your life. You’d try proposing the idea of getting in a tie. And you weren’t having any of it. You made Sua agree. Or so you thought….
When the time came, the luminous lights were on. The stage was perfect, the crowd vibrant and the tension between you both was incredible yet fragile. God if it weren’t for the fact that you both are at chance of being killed maybe you would have lived this moment. Especially since it could’ve been ur last.
Singing with Sua was only the warmth and comfort she could bring. No one and I mean no one could ever replicate that. Holding her hand, smiling at her, the glee in her eye. The points were adding up. You didn’t even care anymore. As long as you were with Sua, you’d die happy. “Sua, I love you—” SPLAT!
Blood splattered all over your face. The feeling of dread catches up to ur throat. Tears prickled almost immediately. Your knees immediately fell. You climbed onto suas cold limp body. But the guards handled you so harshly. Did they tase you? It didn’t matter anymore.
The next round you were sure of one thing. You didn’t have the right or will to live, and you’d be happy to prove it moving forward with the next round. You were up against Mizi next, no? It’s better if you died anyways. Dying would allow Mizi’s survival, and it guaranteed you that you could join your love, Sua!!
˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖
TILL
Your optimism, happiness and care for others around you intrigued till. In fact, your personality made it easier for him to trust you easier. You just made him feel so warm and happy. And when you befriended him, Till was ecstatic!!
You tried to calm him rowdiness down to avoid any trouble with teachers or students. But again, Till can be stubborn. So some patience will be appreciated by him.
He likes singing around, at first he was sheepish but then he realized this could be his way of showing the love he has for you!
Till loves watching you from afar, you can be doing whatever and he’d still find himself captivated. Since he’s watched you so much, I bet he can sketch you pretty good off his memory. Drawing you, is like a painter painting his muse. Bro is infatuated by you.
Once Till warms up to you, he’s a bit more confident to be around you. He LIVES to compliment you. And if you have him a compliment back, he’d blush but try to keep his smile hidden.
Till’s never really kissed you before so he’s pretty awkward and lost when it come to Romantic gestures.
He gets very jealous when you’re around boys who seem pretty friendly with you. Ivan sometimes teases you js to get a reaction out of till.
ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
HYUNA
You met Hyuna around her first week at the rebellion. Welcoming her with open arms, even tho you weren’t there for a long time you still wanted to make her feel welcomed. Besides you knew the feeling of being surrounded by a new area of people.
You both bonded over shared experiences and tbh it was easy to befriend her as she was very social once she got comfortable.
You fell easily in love with Hyuna once you saw how compassionate and caring she was for human life. And Hyuna fell in love with you by how genuine you were. However, her mind couldn’t help but drift back to Luka.
You didn’t know much abt her past other than the fact she has a heavy past with the 49th winner of alien stage. You try avoiding the topic, and instead push her and motivate her to be the best person she can be. Which Hyuna appreciates that deeply.
If Hyuna catches you staring, she will tease the living hell out of you. “Damn, babydoll, enjoying the view? Want me to pose while I’m at it?”
She likes rough housing or play fighting with you. It’s like an energy boost for her. When you crack a funny joke, Hyuna will land some lighthearted punches to your side.
She’s a bit overprotective of you. Since you both are in the rebellion, so it’s not all sunshine’s and rainbows. When you guys are crashing alien bases and stuff, she wants you right by her side. Hyuna would never forgive herself if anything bad happens to you.
Hyuna is very open and expressive about her love to you. Girlie loves showing you off. If you’re her lover, you gotta know how much she loves you.!! She’s super sweet tho, under that tough playful exterior is a very caring one.
You don’t demand explanations from her, or ask her to be anything more than what she’s willing to give. There’s a softness in your presence she finds addicting—your gentle hands, your patience, the way you can sit beside her without trying to break down her walls. She especially adores how you treat the small, feminine details about yourself—your skincare, the trinkets you collect, the delicate way you speak of your favorite things. It reminds her of how fragile she is inside, and yet you handle both yourself and her like something to be cherished, not broken. You make her feel safe. And despite her jealousy, her guarded exterior, she lets herself melt when your fingers gently comb through her hair or when you place a plushie in her lap without saying anything. You're her comfort object in human form.
Even when she tries to mask her thoughts behind that bright smile, you always see her. You call her out when her positivity becomes a shield, and she loves that you make space for her darker emotions without judgment. She admires your aesthetic, how you always carry yourself with such care and style—whether it’s the way you decorate your room with pastel ribbons or your perfect little morning routine. She finds it so fascinating. Mizi often daydreams about raising a cozy home with you, filled with sunshine, flowers, and all your shared softness. You make her believe in something pure again—even if she still finds it hard to believe she deserves it.
You speak gently, move with calm precision, and your touch never startles him—it grounds him. He often stares at your hands when you’re busy doing something—arranging your desk, fixing your clothes, doodling in your notebook—because it comforts him. He also finds it enchanting how beautiful you are, not in the loud or showy way, but in the way you tend to yourself—lotions, gloss, perfume, soft things. He’s painfully shy about it but often gets flustered when you do your hair or wear something cute. He’s not used to someone so delicate treating him like he’s the fragile one. You help him bloom. He saves every little note or trinket you give him in a sketchbook, tucked away like treasure.
Most people fall for his smile, his practiced charm, but you? You look past the cheerfulness into the storm inside, and you still choose to stay. He loves how soft your voice is when you tell him he’s not too much, or when you rest your head on his shoulder and say nothing at all. He’s completely entranced by your rituals—your beauty routines, your way of carefully folding things, the way you surround yourself with plushies or stickers or glittery stationery. To him, it’s like watching someone build a bubble of safety he never knew how to create for himself. Ivan often catches himself staring at you like you’re from another world, someone untouched by the rot of reality. And it terrifies him… but it also gives him hope. That maybe something as broken as him could be worthy of someone like you.
You’re delicate, tender, and maybe a little clumsy, but to her, you’re proof that softness isn’t weakness. She adores how you fuss over your skincare or pout over cute keychains or insist on holding her hand even when she’s bleeding and bruised. You balance her—when her mind is full of strategy and sacrifice, you bring her back down with your loving reminders to eat, to rest, to smile for real. She’ll wrap an arm around your waist and smirk, “You’re my emotional support plushie,” but she means it in the deepest way. Loving you makes her want to live. It makes her believe in a future past the war and rebellion. You are her peace, her prettiest daydream, her proof that she’s still capable of tenderness, too.
You don’t try to fix him or peel back his masks. You simply sit beside him, curl into his arms, and let your love speak through small, beautiful things: painting his nails, letting him play with your rings or hair ties, offering him a sweet after he manipulates the world around him. Luka doesn’t understand why you’re not afraid of him. But he loves it. He’s drawn to the delicate way you arrange your things, how you cry during sad movies, how your lip gloss sparkles when you say his name. To him, you are both angel and siren—pulling him closer to the kind of love he thought he’d lost with Hyuna. And in rare moments of vulnerability, when he clings to your sleeve or hides in your shoulder, he whispers that your kindness makes the world feel less cruel. He’s still learning to deserve it—but he craves it more than power.
tags: established relationship, x reader, fluff, prob short, gn!reader, all lowercase, prob ooc sorry :(
extras: I tried my best to make the reader as ambiguous as possible appearance wise! hope I did well 🙏
tldr: reader gives (char) a kiss then runs away.
sua . . .
she doesn't even realize it for a moment, a small smile coming to her face as she brushes her fingertips across her lips. she doesn't intend to stop you from running, enjoying the small moment of affection from you.
later she ends up confronting you about it, "why did you run away earlier?' she asks, sua doesn't really wait for a response, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss to your lips. it doesn't last long and her touch is light enough that she feels like a ghost (sigh...), but you can tell she means to reciprocate your actions from earlier.
mizi . . .
as soon as she feels you kiss her cheek she pauses for just a second before she gets up to come find you. once she finds you hiding behind a tree, hands covering your face she gently takes your wrists. "are you embarrassed?" mizi asks, a playful smile coming up to her face as she watches your expressions. mizi leans in slowly, wanting to give you time to move away before she presses a gentle kiss to your lips. will giggle if she feels you lean in to get more.
till . . .
he freezes up as soon as he feels your lips against his, his brain straight up short circuits. might avoid you the rest of the day because *he's* embarrassed, I feel like it would be worse if you did it in front of others. will eventually ask you about it later, he won't kiss you back or anything, might sit with you and hold your hand. he asks why you ran away after and genuinely listens, might let you kiss his cheek a few times after.
ivan . . .
gives a small laugh once he realizes you ran off, goes to find you pretty fast. once he does he ends up teasing you, might take it a bit too far but he means well! will lean in and give you a few kisses as a form of pay back. Ivan would likely ask you why you felt the need to run away, expressing that he feels oh so hurt that his s/o would run away from him. although he isn't actually upset with you, not really at least.
. . thinking about the alien stage cast with an immortal!reader..
Warnings :: SUGGESTIVE. VERY SUGGESTIVE. plays with NSFW content, no gendered anatomy described however, gn!reader, mention blood play, weapons/weapon play, reader gets (or is implied to be) naked in all of these (implied: sua, till), readers blood is gold, degrading, death, violence, not graphic but not entirely innocent, reader is FUCKING OLD (chronologically..), degrading, they literally kill you but you can’t die.. so they make it freaky? Is there a name for that? Ig slightly yandere coded? LITERALLY A SEX MENTION (“like you’re about to come”), dw nothing explicit gang… Listened to “Your Love” by She Wants Revenge while writing these, and “Butcheress” by Rabbitology!
“This jacket’s from 1643. I’d like to keep it intact.”
Basic Information:
Name: It’s your name, of course!!
Age: 20’s physically. Cannot age.
Story: Despite centuries of life, you’ve retained a fragile kind of hope. You're weary, yes, but still gentle, still kind. Because if you lose that… then what’s left?
Even if you stay in your 20’s for the rest of your life, unable to truly age, you must still move forward.
You’ve survived plagues, wars, collapses, Alien Invasions™ — but none of them truly stuck with you. Until music. Humanity’s desperation, their need to sing when all else fails? That’s what makes you stay. That’s what you love.
You’ve refused Alien Stage for as long as you can remember — you know how dangerous it is. If you entered, you could never leave. The aliens would never let a living myth walk away now, would they? Look at what they’ve done to Luka.
You can’t die, and henceforth would kill the other opponent. And they don’t deserve that. They do not deserve death.
So you hide away from peering eyes.
You don’t want to be worshipped.
You want to be remembered right. For your love of music. Your strange doodles. Your favorite fruit that went extinct.
You’ve remembered every name of those who have crossed your path, even writing them down so you wouldn’t forget them. Every name, every soul, has a story. You’ve long come to realize that from your many years of living, thinking you’d have no other reason other than that.
But, now? You’ve found them.

Sua makes you kneel on silk.
Originally, you’d just handed her a dagger as she stares at the thing within her pale hands.
“1431. A jealous queen’s last kill. She swore to the corpse she’d never touch another.” You mention, standing in front of the short woman.
“And you want me to be her?” Sua softly speaks, brows slightly furrowed as she looks up at you.
“I want you to understand that even if you destroy me, I’ll crawl back to you.”
You bare your chest to her. Kneel before her.
“Right here.”
Then—
She stabs you in one clean motion.
No hesitation.
You gasp. Golden sprays her wrist, her cheek.
And you grab her shirt and kiss her with everything left in you.
It’s hungry. Brutal, even. And you moan into it.
You die in her arms. Still kissing.
And when you return, gold leaking from the corner of your mouth, she doesn’t even speak.
She grabs your face gently and kisses you again.
Now? This time, as you kneel on the silk before her, the dagger now is polished to gleam. She kneels behind you, kisses your shoulder.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my death.”
She drives the blade into your spine.
You choke, lurching forward. Gold splashes all around you.
She wraps her arms around you as you go limp. They envelop you, keeping you pressed against her as she begins whispering into your ear:
“You’re beautiful like this. Still. Quiet. Mine.”
And then she tilts your head to the side over your shoulder, and kisses you. Tongue slick with your blood. Your head lolls back into her mouth.
When you awaken, she doesn’t stop.
She keeps kissing you.
Keeps cutting.
Keeps whispering,
“More.”
Mizi holds the gun more steady now
You give her the pistol like it’s just an ordinary flower. She holds it like a poisonous snake trying to bite her.
“1920s. A wedding, a gun, a suicide. I watched the whole thing happen.”
Her hands are shaking.
“Please—don’t make me do this.”
You tuck hair behind her ear. All while smiling softly at her.
“I’m not making you. I’m offering myself. Because I want you to see the worst of me, and still be able to love me.”
Your hand guides hers. Now pointing the barrel to your heart.
Then—you lean forward.
And kiss her. Slow. Full. Sticky with her tears.
She gasps into your mouth, tears still falling.
And—she pulls the trigger.
Your body jolts. You stagger.
And yet, you’re still kissing her when your lungs collapse.
You die slumped against her, mouth still open, gold dripping onto her collarbone and seeping through her shirt.
When you come back, she’s still holding you like she’s praying.
“You’re not real,” she whispers, tears filling her vision.
You kiss her again. Softer this time. With a smile.
“But I’m yours.”
But this time? She holds the pistol like a dance partner now.
“I still have nightmares about the first time.”
“I don’t.”
You kneel. Chest bared for her.
“Show me how far love can go.”
She cries. But her hands are steady.
She places the barrel against your sternum. Then kisses you first. Slowly. Desperately.
“I’m going to kill you like I mean it this time.”
You nod in response, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Then, she fires.
Gold splashes her. You gasp, coughing on your own blood before—
You die with her name still in your throat.
And she kisses your dead lips until you gasp awake again, blood drying on your chin.
“You’re mine,” she whispers.
“Even if I have to kill you every night to believe it.”
Hyuna doesn’t even use a weapon this time.
At first, when you first handed her the gun, she was confused. It was after a mission and the two of you were just lounging about.
“1871. A rebel missed. His lover forgave him anyway.”
You give it to her.
She’s shaking, staring in disbelief. You kneel in-between her legs, wrapping your arms around her waist.
“Kill me. If that’s what it takes for you to believe me.”
She cries as she holds the gun.
“I’ve lost too many people. I can’t lose you too.”
You smile. You lean in.
And kiss her.
It’s a mess. Desperate. Loud, even.
And then, in the midst of it all, she fires.
You slump forward. Still kissing her.
And when you return to your consciousness—bleeding and smiling—you find her still frozen, just staring at you. Your head resting within her lap, the gun on your chest.
Your gold blood is still on her lips.
And you lean up and kiss her again.
Longer this time.
As if sealing a promise.
The second time? It’s not a gun.
It’s her teeth.
She pushes you down against a wall. Unbuttons your shirt. Hands sticky with wine after the long night.
“No weapon. No steel. I want to feel you break under me.”
She bites your throat. Hard. Blood spurts. You gasp.
Then she punches you in the gut—once, twice, until your organs rupture.
You’re slumping.
And she’s kissing your mouth between every blow.
“Come on,” she whispers.
“Die for me. Show me I still matter.”
You do.
And when you wake up against the couch with her hovering above you still, she then straddles you. Your blood in her mouth dripping out, but she doesn’t care, just caging your head with her arms.
“God, you’re disgusting. Let’s do it again.”
Ivan has become obsessed.
When you first spoke of it, you pressed the scalpel into his hands. Glinting under the sterile lights, you’d cleaned it before handing it to him.
“A hospital in 1952. The doctor fell in love with every patient. He called it healing.”
Ivan blinks slowly.
“You want me to operate on you, or murder you?”
“Both, if it means you’ll kiss me first.”
He doesn’t laugh. He studies you. Cold. Sharp. Unreadable.
You guide the blade to your wrist. Drag it down until gold pours free.
He doesn’t stop you. He watches. Face frozen.
“Does it hurt?” he whispers.
“Only if you leave.”
He kneels. Stares up at you. Then—so sudden you don’t flinch—he presses his mouth to yours.
It’s warm. Slow. Open. Sticky with blood.
You whisper against his mouth, “Slit my throat.”
And he does.
It’s clean. Precise. Quick.
Your body twitches as gold sprays from your throat. And yet—your lips never leave his.
You die with your tongue still inside his mouth.
And when you return, breathing shallow, you finish the kiss properly.
Ivan looks wrecked. His voice cracks.
“I thought I’d have to lose you to keep you.”
“You did. And you still kissed me.”
He has posed you like a study. You’re lying naked across a table, wrists open, ribs bare. And yet, you don’t mind it.
He’s already cut you tonight.
Just to see.
He kisses your shoulder. Then your neck. Then your thigh. All gold-stained, from your blood, from the amount of times he kissed you all over while cutting up your body.
“Every part of you grows back… Does that mean I can take everything?”
“Do you want to try?”
You offer him the scalpel again next to you which he’d placed down. And this time, he sinks it into your sternum slowly.
Your body arches under him.
You whimper. Bleeding for him.
And he kisses you during the entire process. Desperate. Deep. Hands on your broken ribcage as your chest collapses.
“You’re still warm. Even dying.”
And just before your heart gives out, you mutter to him :
“Make me feel yours again.”
And he kisses you one more time before you die under him.
When you return from unconsciousness, he’s still there.
Still kissing your lips.
Still trembling atop of you.
“You’re disgusting,” he whispers, his hand now gripping the scalpel so tightly his knuckles are white.
“And I’d still do it again.”
Till asks if he can while lying in your arms.
He sits with you in a greenhouse, one made by the aliens thinking “humans would thrive better in an environment more akin to that of their old home planet”. Midnight dew coating the petals around you. You press the obsidian blade into his hands like a sacrament.
“I watched this blade cut out a heart for a god. The crowd screamed.”
He gulps audibly. His voice breaks.
“Why would you let me use it on you?”
“Because even if you carved me open, I’d still reach for your hand.”
You kiss him first.
It’s hesitant. Tender. He gasps when your tongue brushes his—sweet and sticky with blood already leaking into your mouth.
You guide the blade to your abdomen. He trembles. He’s crying already, tears blurring his vision.
“Push. I’ll hold you through it.” You encourage in-between kisses
And so, he stabs.
You twitch, then moan. Not from pain—but from surrender. Your fingers stay tangled in his.
You slump against him, blood painting his lap gold.
“Even death can’t take me from you,” you whisper against his skin.
When your body stills, he kisses your lips again—still warm. Still slick with your blood.
You wake up in his arms, your mouth already finding his.
“I dream about killing you now. Is that okay?”
That’s what he asks the next time.
“Yes.”
You offer the obsidian blade like a gift again. He straddles your lap, trembling, tears already welling up in his eyes.
He kisses your jaw.
“Last time I cried. This time… I want to see what happens if I go deeper.”
You gasp, not dramatic — just.. a soft gasp, just from shock of being kissed.
“You can. I won’t stop you.”
He kisses you. Soft, fevered, blood-sweet. Then drives the blade between your ribs, down, twisting.
You cry out—more from the intimacy than the pain.
“You always make a sound right before your eyes roll back,” he breathes. His other hand rests on your hip, keeping you steady.
“Like… like you’re about to come.”
You smile at that.
And die in his arms again.
He kisses your dead mouth. Keeps kissing. Until you jolt back to life beneath him.
“Again,” you beg.
“Again,” he says.
Luka ends up cornering you this time.
It’s late. Quiet. The kind of quiet that only happens after someone’s screamed too much to go on.
You place the knife in his palm. Spanish steel, heavy with history.
“1844. A duel. One man died. The other never touched anyone again.”
He turns it in his hands, scoffing.
“And you think I care about some lovesick fool with a blade?”
“I think you already are one.”
You remove your shirt. Let your chest show, golden veins of blood beneath skin. Your voice is soft.
“Right here. Under the ribs. You’ll feel it hit the heart.”
He doesn’t move.
You walk to him. Guide his hand. Let him feel your steady heartbeat.
“This is yours. Even if you stop it.”
And that’s what breaks him.
He thrusts the blade in.
You jerk—but you smile. Gold pours from your lips.
And before the light leaves your eyes, you kiss him. Your blood smears his mouth, his chin, your joined lips.
You gasp his name into the kiss. And collapse.
He holds you.
You come back. Seconds later. Chest still glowing. Mouth still brushing his.
“Now you know I’m yours.”
He doesn’t speak.
He just grabs your face and kisses you again—this time not as your killer, but as your devotee.
It’s dark once again while doing so. The same Spanish dagger in hand. Still faintly stained with your blood from before.
He doesn’t ask this time.
“Take off your shirt.”
You do.
“Kneel.”
You do.
He presses the blade to your chest—not to kill you, not yet. Just to watch your body shiver beneath it.
And he leans in.
“Tell me who this blade really belonged to.” He demands, his voice still soft.
“A man who killed his lover. Then carved his name into his own throat.” You say, eyes drifting off elsewhere
His eyes gleam.
“That sounds familiar.”
Then, he stabs you mid-kiss. And this time, he doesn’t look away.
Your body lurches forward, gold spilling out, tongue still tangled with his.
You’re dying. Again.
And Luka moans into your mouth.
“You’re mine. You don’t get to die without kissing me first.”
When you come back, he doesn’t let you speak.
He just pulls you back down. Tongue, teeth, gold between your lips like honey. It’s all just heat between you.
A/N: I’m literally dying. Sos. Anyways, I love my husband Till. Please don’t mind how sloppily written this is..
A/N: I KNOW I KNOW this may be a silly little thing to be happy about but THANK YOU all for 10+ followers !! <33 I wanted to make this one extra special and I’ll do my best on this fic!
TILL ꨄ︎
He gives off vampire costume vibes. MAYBE??? Or Joker vibes…
He’ll secretly want you to match with him has Harley Quinn <3 no matter what gender you are! He wants people to know that you’re his and he’s yours ꨄ︎
He wants you to be happy and have so much fun on Halloween! He’ll definitely buy a HUGE bag of candy from the store and secretly dump it in your bucket so you’ll be happy at the end of your little adventure <3
He may be a little shy to say trick or treat to your neighbors so he’ll slightly nudge you near the door…
PLEASE compliment how good his costume looks, face and ears IMMEDIATELY red as he tries his best to compliment everything about you <3
He doesn’t really care if you eat all the candy the night you got it, because he’ll be doing the same thing when you two are cuddles up watching a scary movie after trick or treating.
He will purposely put on a SCARY movie. Like HORRIFYING, maybe The Conjuring!!
He’s only doing this so you can cuddle more into him and grip onto him as if he was the only thing that can keep you safe in this moment… which he is! Don’t doubt him!!
Your whole house is decorated with bats,
pumpkins, ghosts, and such. Just to bring in more of the Halloween vibe.”
IVAN ꨄ︎
Corpse Bride. I said it. He doesn’t care who he is, he’ll be Victor or Emily. HE DOES NOT CARE!!! He wants to see you all dressed up, showing everyone that you’re… well… maybe married to him!!! At least he’s planning to make it official soon…
He’s SO excited to walk around the neighborhood, some people probably mistook him for a tall kid skipping around while he holds your hand…
He’ll take you to MULTIPLE neighborhoods to get as much candy as possible, he may not notice you get tired so make sure to tell him :(
Once you do get home though, he’s immediately pulling you on the couch with 5 or 10 blankets, bringing hot chocolate and your candy as you two cuddle <3
He just wants to make sure you feel loved and happy with him :( so make sure you do the same !!
He knows you’ll cuddle up to him if he puts a scary movie or not, so he lets you pick watch to watch.
if you don’t wanna watch anything then he doesn’t either!!
if you want to bake instead, he’s suddenly the world best baker with an apprentice like you by his side. ꨄ︎
His candy is your candy! Keep all his candy! If it makes you happy, he’ll buy out every store’s stock worth of candy and give it to you<3 what a gentleman!
LUKA ꨄ︎
Due to his heart condition, he may or may not go trick or treating with you.
In the case that you don’t, you spend the night with him giving out candy to the other trick or treaters!
He’ll try his best to scare you, which he does succeed at sometimes, but most of the time you always hear him coming.<3
He prepares so many treats for you and makes you whatever you want to make up you two not going trick or treating :(
He definitely teases the kids that come by the house, telling them that your house is haunted, maybe he wants to keep the can’t to himself tonight… but you can’t prove it!!
in the scenario that you two DO go, he’ll either want to match bunny onesies with you or maybe even nurse and doctor~
Hes very polite to the neighbors, earning him double the amount of candy! It’s his plan all along until you call him out for it… he’s just being nice though! What’s the problem?~
Mizi ꨄ︎
Let’s be honest, she’ll probably pick really corny couple costumes, or the most horrifying costumes that you’ve ever seen. So I’ll let you imagine what you two will be~
Maybe you’ll two match as witches. Who were only searching for love.
She’s SO excited to spend Halloween with you for the first time!!
your house will be DECKED out in decorations, some people may mistake it for a haunted house…
when you wake up on Halloween day, she makes you ghost shaped pancakes! With a hint of pumpkin in them~
She’s stuck in the middle!!! She really wants to give out candy and make kids smile… but on the other hand she really wants to GET candy with you :(
so you two just do both~ you give out a bowl of candy to a few trick or treaters, then make your way to get some candy <3
Mizi has a big heart, so she’ll give all of her candy to you, no matter how much you resist!
when you two come home, she’ll make you a nice spooky dinner as you guys do silly Halloween activities <3!!
SUA ꨄ︎
Devil and angel duo!!<33 she’ll be your angel while you guys get sweets while trick or treating<3
very polite to your guys’ neighbors but that’s just how she is! Unlike Luka…. She does get some extra candy from your neighbors but is a little too shy to accept it, so come to her rescue!
she will not hesitate to carry your basket if you are showing the slightest hint of tiredness, but you end up carrying her basket instead…
Before trick or treating, she wants you to be as comfortable and well rested for the night, letting you take a nap on her lap as she hums silly little Halloween songs..
You two cut the night short and head home while you both cuddle and watch spooky movies <3
A/N: HEYY I wrote this during school and just finished it.. I don’t write for Hyuna anymore because whenever I try to write for her she just.. doesn’t make sense to me..
