Inspired by this post.
Drunk!Romance x Mira
Mira hated demons. She hated them. She hated all of them. Even the ones that had come up to the human realm, masqueraded as idols, and had well-built muscles and pretty faces. She hated those demons especially. That was what she told herself.
She would NOT be wooed by an annoying, pink haired demon, who, rather ironically, had a face prettier than an angel's and a voice softer than a fucking baby's cheeks, she could not be swayed. She would not be swayed. That was what she told herself.
So how, how, how, had she gotten into this situation?
Hands buried in her hair, a drawn out, exasperated groan left her throat, a sound of pure annoyance and exhaustion. And it was all because, across from her, Romance sat there, hiccupping out the cutest- DAMN IT.
She stopped herself before she could even finish the thought. No. Nope, no, no, no. She was Mira. She was a fierce, tough mentally strong demon hunter. She would not call the demon in front of her cute, she simply could not allow that to happen. Not even from within the confines of her own mind.
Romance sat there. Hiccupping out the most ANNOYING, INCESSANT, and tiny little sobs. Oh, fuck her, it was cute.
Mira didn't even know why the demon was crying. Clearly he was drunk, the other idol was completely out of it. He couldn't even complete a full word before breaking down into sobs, so Mira, for all her trying (which admittedly, had not been a whole lot of trying), simply could not get him to tell her what was wrong.
Romance adored Mira. He was completely infatuated by the hunter, and he wanted her, he wanted her, he wanted her so badly. Yet the pink haired woman did not. What she wanted was for him to leave her alone. He could tell. Romance knew, Mira wasn't interested, and fuck, that hurt so much. He hadn't even meant to fall for her, which truly, just made the situation worse. But how was he supposed to resist? She was strong, and fierce, and cared so deeply for the other two hunters. He wanted that. He wanted someone to care that much about him. Who'd go off the deep end if he got hurt.
People loved him. Humans. Loved him, so why on Earth would the one person he wanted most barely cast more than a single glance his way? Even Abby, Abby, that damned muscle head that was more brawn than brain, was luckier than him, because at the very least, Mira liked his body. Fuck, could he not even have that?
His fans ate up the hopeless romantic that he portrayed as an idol. Baby, the fucking asshole, had sent him a whole fanfiction of the demon hunter once.
"So you know what you're missing." The other demon had written in his text.
Man, fuck that guy.
He'd read it though. Romance had read every single, filthy, word of that stupid fanfiction and imagined that it was true, oh how he'd wished for it to be real, so desperately. It wouldn't be, but a demon could wish.
The demon didn't know how he'd ended up here either, sniffing quietly, drunk out of his mind, but coherent enough to realise he was making a fool of himself. In front of Mira.
But she hadn't left yet. Hell, she'd even tried to ask him what was wrong. Romance's heart had fluttered at that. Though when he blubbered through sobs she'd just given up immediately. But he hadn't been ignored this time. That was good, that was good.
Damn, writing is more tiring than I thought it would be. I sat here for like half an hour and now I'm drained.
I promise it won't be left hanging, and for my fellow starving top!Mira fans, it will come. But I also know that writing the next part is going to take a long time, please be patient with me T^T.
Also hooray, my first proper fic, teehee!
You can kinda tell it's the first time I'm doing this.