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your writings are honestly amazing it makes me crave for more. i wish you good luck and good fortune in life !! don't rush and make sure to be healthy. take all the time you need<3
i honestly miss you guys so much and both the thrill and stress of writing new stuff for yall jaksdhjak it felt like having a job i loved doing and working for you guys was just amazing! i’ll see where the world takes me, but for now take care too (and for being so unconditionally nice SOB)
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*sobbing* Hiii thank you for the kind words. I’m honestly surprised people are still reading my works despite me being inactive the past year-ish sajkdkhsja life has been throwing me around a lot thus I’ve been too busy to reconnect with luxiem therefore, no valid content for me to write off of T-T i apologize if i’ve disappointed you but i thank you for the continuous support nonetheless!!
i can’t promise i’ll go back to writing for luxiem, but once i’ve finished all my finals exams and deem myself a highschool graduate, i’ll see what i can do<3
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"Among the thousands I've met, you are the only one my heart resonates with."
luca kaneshiro edition.
when with you, he forgets who he has to be. he wished he knew this sooner.
a/n: this one got a bit too philosophical and admittedly more prose than story here o.0 so sorry about that! >.<
reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.
vox akuma edition (tba). mysta rias edition. ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).
romanticized as it is the mafia life, it's nothing short but a crime syndicate meant to obtain money through illegal means. bounties, gambling, drug transport and the like
it's luca kaneshiro's life
the bright and happy-go-lucky lion king with a life color darker than the color when he closed his eyes
with the multiple meetings with drug lords, people demanding assassinations and handling a huge casino in one of the biggest cities in the world, it's a miracle how luca has yet to lose it.
his sanity. his smile, that is.
because he's not allowed to be himself in this dark life. he's not allowed to crack a smile if it isn't a joke about some stupid client, he's not allowed to laugh if his victim isn't dead, he's not allowed to talk freely if the topic isn't about anything consisting the mafia
luca kaneshiro had to use a mask, almost every single day. but he was used to it, as he was raised to take care of such a crime syndicate since a young age
when the clock strikes 6 in the evening, for once his schedule empty, luca takes a huge sigh of relief and takes his coat off the chair's backrest.
he shrugs it on, gesturing to his staff present in the room, "what is my next schedule for tonight?"
"we have a few clients waiting in the casino tonight, sir. 11 pm. before that, you have some free time," the secretary reads from her clipboard in hand, scribbling down a couple notes quickly. luca hums and dismisses her, leaving his office.
on his way out, men and women of both high and low statuses greet him with respect. they ceased whatever activity they were doing, ranging from practicing gun shootings, discussing plans to infiltrate enemy grounds or plain chatter.
perhaps this was the part of the mafia life that was so appealing to the common folk. the respect, the riches, the army at the back of your hand ready to head in and kill at your will.
luca merely sighs at the simple thought, remembering that all the greatest things in the world came with a heavy price.
he was in the constant line of danger, death awaiting if he so much as takes the slightest wrong step. anger the wrong people and he might endanger innocent lives.
luca had everything, but could also lose everything in a blink of an eye.
when the mafia boss finally made it to the basement, he pulled out his car keys and hopped in with a frankly muddy mind from the day. luca drove out, speeding through the streets, uncaring if it was busy because working hours were ending
he just... needed to get out of here. this city life. his life.
but even then, people recognized him. people knew of his (falsely interpreted) murderous tendencies. people knew what kind of people he dealt with.
and because of that, people like to think luca kaneshiro is jagged on the edges, rough and aggressive if you tip him off.
so, when he merely decided to get a quick meal at a mcdonald's, just about everyone ran out of the restaurant.
luca sighs, walking towards the ordering counter to the seemingly scared for his life employee. he stutters, "wh-what can i get you, s-sir?"
"just a big mac, fries, and a soda, please," luca answers quietly, fishing out his pocket to give appropriate money. er, more like overly sufficient money for a burger and soda...
but the only thing that mattered to the employee was he get his order right and out, much, much rather than have only the most infamous mafia boss in the city point a gun to his head.
"s-sure," the poor thing struggles with the cash register he could be peeing blood.
so what luca does is push the money over to him and offers him a smile, "the change is your tip, okay?"
all 500 dollars of it.
if he wasn't a mafia boss, the employee would've smiled and jumped for joy. but he was one, so the man instantly thought he owed luca his life or something over his 500 dollar tip. that luca would be waiting for him one day to give over his entire fortune.
but he couldn't speak against him. so he just nodded and luca moved to the pick-up section.
his meal is given in a matter of literal seconds and though he knew they just took someone else's order that was also a big mac, all luca could do was take it and leave.
he wasn't even accepted in a public fast food chain. how could he with the rest of the world?
luca supposes this is just the way his life was meant to be.
heavy footsteps brought him to a lone bench in the park, far away from the eye of the public for their sake. there was no way he was going to be the reason people couldn't enjoy their evening.
so he sat, took out his dinner, and ate in silence as birds lightly chirped in the background. alone, yet again.
"excuse me."
luca's ears perk up at the foreign sound and he looks to his side and sees a beautiful figure, basked in what little light the day had left to offer. they smiled at him, holding a book to their chest and a bag slung over their body.
idiotically, the mafia boss looks side to side then back at you, pointing at himself, "m-me?"
the stranger nods, laughing, "yes, you. who else? can i sit next to you?"
what was this? was this an enemy in disguise? were they hiding some sort of recorder in their bag? were they trying to plant strong evidence on him?
but they packed too light to have all those things, the clothes were too simple to be hiding anything of significance. and luca has seen his fair share of disguising spies and decoys, so according to his instincts, perhaps the stranger wouldn't be a threat. for now.
"yeah sure, go ahead," luca scoots on over, letting them take a seat at the bench. "so, what brought you here?"
"i come here all the time to get a bit of time to myself. to be alone for a while," they respond, resting their book onto their lap as they settled their bag by the wooden backrest. "and you? just having dinner in the sunset?"
luca chuckles, "yep. it's nice out here, and to clear my head."
"long day?" the person next to him asks, displaying another smile that seemed to heal the very reason why luca even decided to come out here. it's been a long life, he wondered.
he nods, avoiding to elaborate by stuffing his mouth with his burger again.
"tomorrow will be better. it always will," they add, folding open their book.
maybe, luca thought. "how do you know it always will?"
they laugh, tracing their finger over the blocks of text. "it just is. i mean, it's better than thinking tomorrow will get worse, right? even if you know that tomorrow might seem just as long as today, there's no telling it will be a bad one."
the mafia boss pauses his eating and turns to the stranger next to him. their face is so peaceful, calm, like they truly had nothing to worry about. like tomorrow is going to be better. and perhaps it will for them, and maybe for luca too.
"what's your name?" he asks.
"y/n," you smile. "you?"
he hesitated, afraid he might scare you off but then he settles, "just call me luca."
perhaps it was because he had yet to mention his surname that you didn't even flinch.
"luca. luca means 'bringer of hope' or 'bringer of light'," you close your book again and reared yourself towards luca. "i know you probably had a really tiring day. but i can tell you're a very kind and cheerful person. usually, people like them can't handle sadness as much. no offense."
"none taken," he chuckles, wrapping his food tight completely, intrigued by you. mysterious, insightful, so understanding and just... beautiful in a way he couldn't say to other people. "but thanks. that means a lot for someone in my place."
"i'm glad i could make your day just a little bit better, luca," you giggle.
"no, you made it a whole lot better," he grins, digging into his paper bag then offering you his box of still fresh fries. "want some? a snack while you read."
you eye the treats and graciously took one, then popping it into your mouth with a red-cheeked beam. "payment for my philosophy?"
"if you want payment for making my day better, it's gonna take more than some fries, y/n."
and that was how you and luca kaneshiro, the deadly mafia boss whose identity you've yet to realize, met and eventually fell in love.
mornings before you left for work, the silly little blond would show up with some kind of thoughtful gift. something as simple as flowers, snacks, a new book or a drink from your favorite cafe.
random afternoons on your break, luca would visit you with food. it would either be homemade or bought only from the most expensive restaurants in the city. you always wondered what job he had if he kept visiting you in the middle of the day, not that you were complaining of course.
and on nights when you got back from work, the mafia boss would surprise you with his rolls royce and take you home. or if he felt more adventurous, he would drive you around the city and take you somewhere to eat.
every time you asked him why he was doing all this, he would merely grin his goofy smile and merely say, "payment for making my days better."
but despite all this, telling you about his days, his friends, his family... he never mentioned a single syllable about his real job.
he never told you his surname out of fear.
out of fear that his one chance of not being alone will slip away from him. out of fear he would never see you again and rot in the dark life of his mafia job.
luca would have to tell you soon. he knew that. but for now, he wants to let himself enjoy your company just a bit more before that happens.
it was a quiet night on the road that time. no cars around, no other pedestrians. just luca kaneshiro and you, fast food in your laps and rambling about your terrible week.
it was in this quiet night that you blurted it out to the silly blond, lips still coated lightly with sweet ice cream. "i love you, luca."
his world instantly stopped.
you? the sweetest person on the earth loved someone like him? oh right, he hasn't told you yet...
"luca?"
"hm?" it's only then did he realize he had been holding his breath and lips sealed shut, no signs of a response which may have worried you. he turns to you with a nervous smile, gesturing towards you. "you were saying?"
"i said i love you," you muse, throwing a fry his way.
"o-oh, right," he stammered involuntarily, looking back towards the road as though you hadn't already said that twice. god, you loved him. him. the one person in the world he didn't deserve love after he killed so many, stolen from so many, ruined so many.
you tap his shoulder, "are you going to respond to that?"
"uh..."
he's so afraid you'll run from him. it hurts even more now to see you go, right after you confessed. even if you didn't run, the mafia would be compromised if he isn't careful. if you're not kept out of reach of his crimes.
"mr. kaneshiro, i'm going to need an answer from you."
luca froze and glanced at you.
you merely laugh, "i knew from the start. but i was never afraid of you. sure, i've heard what you've done but when i saw you on that bench, eating alone and looking off into the sunset, you looked just as human as everyone else, luca."
"i-it's not just about me, y/n," he sighs, rubbing his temples. "the danger i could put you through. the mafia demands for my life and i will never let it demand for yours, even though i want to say i love you too. it's just... i can't let you get hurt because of me."
"pull over."
luca pauses and gives you a look, but you didn't stammer a word as you put your hand over his. he does as you tell him and then you're suddenly pulling his face towards yours, a proximity closer than you two have ever been in.
"if i was afraid of the consequences the moment i started talking to you, i wouldn't have sat next to you that day," your finger brushes away the strands that covers the mafia boss' face ever so gently. "luca, i knew what i got myself into. but i'm willing to face it all with you if i get to love you."
"i don't deserve you," he whimpers, leaning against your forehead as though he was looking for some kind of stability. perhaps he was, with his shaking fears of losing you. "i don't want to see you hurt."
"i'll be okay. even if i did, i wouldn't mind getting hurt loving you," you smile. "but let's not talk about what hasn't happened hm? we're here right now, and we're fine."
you're right. you always were since he met you.
"i... i love you too," luca finally responds, cupping your soft cheeks. "god, i really, really wanted to say that."
a giggle falls from your lips, one of his favorite sounds in the world as you went to peck his nose. "me too."
then, the window behind you shatters.
luca's eyes widen in panic, cradling your head into his chest as he craned his own to look through the ruined car window. through what little he could see, luca notices someone on top of a building in dark clothes aiming a sniper at the car.
assassin.
"y/n, y/n, are you okay?" he asks you frantically, touching your face then looking towards your body for injuries. but then he sees the red bleeding through your clothes, spreading out even more with just how much you're hurting.
luca's voice is stuck in his throat, far too sunken deep in shock to rationalize what to do.
really? at a time like this?
at a time where he could finally be with someone in this world, robbed in just a second like that. how could they do this to him? to you no less?
"luca."
you call to him, breaking his shocked state apart as he finally came to his senses again. "fuck. y/n, just hold on. i'll get you to a hospital--just, please hold on..."
"you can't... the police will find you."
"i don't care, you have to be taken care of. you're gonna die if i don't--"
then his phone rings. luca planned to ignore it with you being his priority, but you're the one who fishes it out of his pocket and show the screen to him, "it's from your vice leader."
"i don't care, he doesn't matter right now. come on, let me--"
"hello?" you croak out, taking the phone call.
expecting it to be some trivial matter that was way below your urgency, luca's right hand man screams, "hello? boss, we need you back here! the mafia's been compromised. we're being ambushed by the enemy!"
"go," you order, tapping his arm. "they need you."
"y/n, no. how could you? your life is in danger! i have to get you--"
you shake your head as you beg, "i'm only one life. but the mafia is more than one, and all the innocents surrounding the area. please, luca, you're the only who can stop this..."
but before luca could protest anymore, you suddenly collapse against him, the life within you disappearing with every single second passing.
"y/n, please..." the mafia boss sobs, hugging you to him tightly.
but you're quiet, breathing as soft as the sound of your beating heart. "you keep saying how i make your days better. but i never got to say you made my entire life so much more beautiful. and i want to thank you for that, luca. save everyone else. it was so nice loving you, even for a small amount of time."
then, you lay your head onto his shoulder. silent, no longer breathing, gone.
and luca?
alone.
as he reaches the mafia's hideout, he realizes just how bad everything is. how nothing has been prepared, even though luca swore he had a backup plan if anything happened.
or... did he?
his vice leader jogs over to him, frantically asking for help and a plan to help save what was left. but still overwhelmed by your death, luca's head is empty, his heart somewhere else.
in your hands, taken with you to somewhere he couldn't follow.
"you've changed, boss," the vice admits, looking at luca dead-eyed. "ever since you found a lover, all you do is prioritize them. you forgot about us, the mafia. it's like you don't care about us anymore. isn't it part of the mafia's code? to never comprise it?"
"i..."
so it was his fault. it was his fault to let his guard down like this. he met you and lost control of everything. the one thing he needed in his life was the very mistake that caused this.
bang.
luca blinks and in a moment's notice, his vice is down too. before he could react either, someone kicks him from behind, hitting his head and falling on the same ground of his vice.
his vision is blurry, mind and body lost in a different dimension by what's happened today. all he could manage to see are the many footsteps surrounding him and the screams for victory.
"kill him," someone says then luca hears the click of a gun. "thank you, y/n. you managed to weaken him after all."
then something broke inside of luca kaneshiro as he braved himself to crack his eyes open for only a little bit more. then he sees you, alive and well.
"y/n?" he croaks out. "what...?"
"sorry, luca," is all you manage, offering him a faux smile as you point the gun at him. "thanks for everything anyway."
GLORIOUS WORK DEAR STRANGER YOU HAVE SUCCEED IN THE GOAL OF ANGST 💙💙💙💙
(im sobbing.)
HEHEHE THANKS! i do dare say my specialty is writing pain owo (also i just checked out ur blog and i may or may not be interested in sending a request when it’s open ^^)
"Among the thousands I've met, you are the only one my heart resonates with."
mysta rias edition.
he was ready to give you up. but you give him one last spark of hope.
a/n: this is for the long promised series i announced a thousand years ago because i’ve recently hit 1K, but now i’m 500 followers late since i hit that mark so—anyway, here’s a little comeback gift after disappearing for so long!
reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.
vox akuma edition (tba). luca kaneshiro edition. ike eveland edition (tba). shu yamino edition (tba).
it was all but a rush for mysta.
he woke up that morning, a little later than he liked because then he would have to quicken his morning routine and sacrifice breakfast time with you
when he entered the kitchen, you're leaning against the kitchen island with a piece of toast in your hand as you scrolled through your phone
mysta, without fail, smiles at the typical view he gets every time the sun breaks through the horizon. just you in your pajamas, some kind of light meal in your hand and idly on your phone as you wait for him to wake up
"morning, mysta!" you greet, crumbs on the corner of your mouth. you wave him over to grab something to eat. "lucky for you, i made you something quick but filling. grab a few pieces and rush to work."
oh, and the fact you also remember his schedule, despite he himself sometimes forgetting them.
"thanks, babe," mysta grins, doing as you said and pressing a long chaste kiss to your lips. you giggle and poke his side, eliciting a small chuckle out of the detective before he says, "i'll see you later?"
"yep," you nod. "be careful on the road, mysta."
"i will!" he chirps, pecking your cheek one last time before he says, "i love you, y/n."
and he'll never ever get bored of saying that. no matter how many times, no matter how long, no matter if you reciprocated it or not.
"i love you too, mysta."
and that was the last thing the detective heard from you. not just that day, but the next day and the entire next week you were declared missing.
when mysta finally returned home, he panicked upon finding the apartment door forced open and the knob fallen to the floor. he carefully makes his way inside, his heart only dropping lower with every step he takes.
the walls are littered with scratches, the floor is dirtied with various prints of shoes and items are thrown around the apartment.
these signs of struggles...
"y/n!" mysta shouts, avoiding knocked-over furniture as he frantically scoured the rooms for even a breadth of your hair. but he found nothing, even with his detective skills. it's like you had just disappeared.
then he ran out of the apartment complex like he had never run before all the way to the closest police station where he begs for an officer's help, face flustered as he told them how he wasn't able to find you
luckily, since mysta usually helped around in the police station, they recognize him and is willing to lend aid in almost no time. they ask questions, they send for search parties, they ask for announcements to be posted.
but it's all to no avail.
no one had seen you. no one had noticed you go missing.
it was so infuriating to the point mysta felt like pulling his hair until he bled. he didn't care how much it hurt. when he realized you were missing, that was the greatest pain he felt.
he didn't even realize when was the last time he ate something proper. just a cup of noodles two nights ago-ish?
"mysta, please go home," vox begs, tugging on his friend's arm to get up from his chair. but the detective only shoots him a look with his painfully bloodshot eyes then goes back to tracing files as though he hadn't been doing that the past eight hours or so
"mysta, you're going to kill yourself," the demon pleads once more, attempting to stop the stubborn man by pushing away his documents.
but he's met with a scowl from mysta, "fuck off, vox. i don't need you telling me what to do. i'm busy."
he understood how important you were to him. how incredibly meaningful you were. the joy you brought into his life. vox completely understood what it felt like to have someone so special by your side suddenly disappear.
but mysta was also one of his closest friends. there was no way in the world he was going to idle by and watch him deteriorate like this.
"this is not what y/n would've wanted for you," vox reasons.
at the mention of your name, mysta pauses and for the slightest second, the demon catches him dwindle down.
"they're out there somewhere. they could be in pain, almost dead, scared! i have to find them soon!" the detective turns to his friend, fear lacing his orange-blue eyes. "i can't afford to lose a second where i could be tracking them down, vox."
"don't you think they would've rather you showed up healthy and well-nutritioned than in bones and barely alive?"
"they're barely alive! i'll eat something soon, okay? just... just let me find them please. i need to know if they're okay," is the last thing that drove vox to sigh and leave his friend be, pretty much giving up on him for the day.
mysta breaths a sigh of relief and his eyes are trained back onto the long blocks of black text on the desk, occasionally a few inserted photographs of evidence and possible tracks you might’ve left behind
but then his mind suddenly echoes vox's words from earlier.
he was right. him treating himself like this for your sake was something you would never allow. it's only when mysta imagines your figure looming over him, giving him an earful does he really feel his hollow stomach
he picks up his phone and orders takeout, the usual one you and him would order on late nights like these. when it arrived, the whiff of the food invading his sense of smell, the detective is spilling tears all over his papers.
overwhelmed with memories he can't wait to relive again.
as mysta spoons every bite into his mouth, he closes his eyes even tighter, refusing to accept that when he opens them again, he won't see you there stuffing your face with takeout
but when the box is empty, he's forced to face the darkness and his loneliness. you still nowhere to be found.
somehow, it's been two weeks since the earth swallowed you whole and no one, not even detectives greater than mysta was able to find you. with every passing day, the man's heart only shrinks and greys.
two weeks of nothing... there was no way you were still alive, was there?
every time this thought would make itself present within mysta's mind, he would slap himself until his cheeks stung, determined that he would find you soon.
but again, even with the entire police force of the city, it really did seem like you've been swallowed whole by the earth. the detective pressed for them to search further, even if it costed his entire life's fortune.
it took even sonny to tell mysta they had to close the case, no matter how much he refused to believe you were dead.
"please, i know they're out there somewhere! we haven't found their body yet so there's still a chance--"
sonny pauses him by holding his shoulders firm, a heavy frown on his face, "mysta, please. we've done all we can. we've checked city footage, we've asked everyone single person in this city and ransacked it upside down. they're... they're already gone, mysta. you have to let them go--"
"no! i can't do that to them! not when they've never given up on me. i'm not going to give up on them," with that, the detective storms out of the station and away, to who knows where. all mysta needed was some space from the world and a clearer head.
he reaches the outskirts of the city, with lesser people and quieter streets.
"please, y/n, where are you..." he prays, wiping the sweat off his forehead. but it becomes more than his sweat he's erasing. it's his reluctant tears.
he hiccups, continuing to wipe away the endless river down his cheeks, "please, baby. please, give me a sign. where are you? please, come back to me."
ding.
mysta freezes, his sobbing ceased for a moment as he fished his phone out from his pocket.
baby 💕 : mystaaaa come pick me up will you?
huh?
the detective blinks, rubs his eyes once, blinks again before he looks down at his phone. th-that... that was a text from you? his eyes weren't deceiving him?
no, it was probably because of the lack of food he's been eating…
baby 💕 : i'm at the train station
baby 💕 : i'll share my location
then an exact location within the city. and it really was in a train station.
mysta doesn't even waste his time to text you back as he jogs on over to where you were.
it didn't matter it was still a mile away. he could run a thousand more just for you. because you were alive and you're asking him to find you. nothing else mattered.
the entire run to the train station, mysta can feel the weight of the past two weeks evaporate off his shoulders. all those late nights crying over you, scouring the apartment for weeks on end, asking everyone he met if they had seen you finally comes to fruition.
he was finally going to see you again, hold you again, kiss you again and tell you how much he loved you.
the station gates finally come into view and mysta pushed the last of his energy to speed up. then he rushes through, ignoring the people who eyed him oddly as he searched every station to where you could be
he frantically looked here and there, but you still weren't sight. mysta kept searching though, no matter if it took him all night.
then he sees you.
your hair in the distance and the outfit you were last seen in.
just like the first he met you, mysta's heart skips a beat as his legs carry him forward to you. when you turned a corner, he did too. when you ran, he ran.
"y/n!" he called out, but you only run faster away from him.
then mysta catches you jumping onto the railway of the train, still speeding your way through the tunnels. he immediately worries about an incoming train and almost contemplated whether to follow behind
but he's been looking for you all this time. how is a train going to stop him?
"y/n, wait up!"
he hops down to the railway as well, ignoring the officers present as he chased you down through the dark tunnel.
mysta couldn't recall just how long he's been trudging through the dark, but after a while, he was able to see the bright end and your figure standing right there.
he smiled, jogging the last final stretch and for once, finally sees your beautiful face in the early evening light.
two weeks.
the most excruciating two weeks in his entire life.
but that didn't matter.
there you were.
"baby," mysta calls out, his voice broken as his arm reached for yours. you merely giggle and your cheeks redden before pulling your lover into a tight embrace, one that felt so heavenly and comforting to mysta.
then he broke apart, sobbing into your shoulder, "y/n, baby, i was so worried. please, don't scare me like that again. don't leave me again."
you pull away, holding his tear stained face in your gentle arms, "you know i would never leave you, mysta. even if the world tore us apart, i'll always find a way back to you."
"mhm," he nods weakly.
you lean up against him, placing a chaste kiss to his chapped lips, "always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you."
"i'll always love you too, y/n," he breaths out, every single inch of his heart filled to the brim with his affection for you. "let's go home."
"wait," you pause, pulling away from mysta. you tug on his arm and gesture towards the continuation of the train tracks. you say, "can i show you something first?"
the detective raises an eyebrow, but seeing as it was probably important, he nods. "lead the way."
then you let go of his hand, running to where you pointed and disappearing down a corner. mysta chuckles and jogs just behind.
but he pales up with every step he got closer to the corner.
w-what was that stench?
it was so strong and stomach-clenching that mysta almost hesitated to follow you. what were you going to show him? what did you do?
"y/n?" he tries calling, but you don't respond. so he has no other choice than to step closer to catch up with you. his stomach begins to empty out, the worry in his head only worsening
then he finally turns that dreaded corner and his nightmares manifest before his eyes.
"Y/N!"
mysta falls to his knees by your side, the soul leaving his body with only a broken heart remaining within. his hands shakily reaches for yours and the other for your head.
"y/n, baby..." he hiccups, followed by a straggling sob as he pulled you over to his lap. he cared no more for the terrible stench, he cared no more for himself.
he cared if they had let you go easily. he cared if they ever cared at all for your tears and pleads. he cared if you still remembered he loved you. he cared if you were happy, wherever you were.
"baby, i'm so sorry i was too late," mysta cries, hugging your head to his chest against where his beating heart would be. "please, don't leave me. please, come back."
but who was he to think that could happen?
your skin had turn grey, void of any of the bright red you wear out for the world so proudly. your gentle fingers that favored brushing through mysta's hair lays limp and stiff. your beautiful eyes that used to look at mysta with all the love in the world now forever gone and never to look back at him.
all those memories he wished to relive once he found you... now stays in the past, whether he liked it or not.
"y/n, baby," mysta howled, caressing your thinned out hair. "i love you. i love you so much. i love you so, so much."
always remember i'll never leave you, mysta. because i'll always love you.
you... you had led him here. you took up your remaining seconds on this world to lead him back to you. you found him again, even if the world did tear you apart.
you came back to tell him you loved him so much, one last time.
"i'll always love you too, y/n," mysta whispers, pressing one last desperate kiss to your blackish skin. he hugs you to himself as he took out his phone, dialing a number and spoke with a broken voice, "sonny, i found them."
within a few days, your funeral was held, mourned over by family members, friends and most of all, mysta.
he who worked the hardest to find you, he who cried days and nights praying for you to come home, he who suffered the heartbreak the most.
"i'll always love you," mysta repeats your words, his swollen eyes pooling with tears once more. as they closed your coffin, all the detective could do was reminisce the very last smile of yours, the very last ghostly kiss you gave him.
it felt so real, so warm, so you.
now he stands before your grave, your name etched into the tombstone and a bouquet of your favorite flowers placed where you rested.
his tired eyes daydreams what you two could be doing right now. his broken heart imagines the memories you could be making at that moment.
for the slightest second, mysta swore you were standing right in front of him, smiling a goofy grin and cheering him on in his work.
mouthing 'i love you'.
"mysta?"
he turns and sees his demon friend, carrying a bouquet of flowers himself. vox places the flowers next to mysta's before he turns to his friend, holding his shoulder firm, "are you okay?"
he blinks, the cold tears finally falling out of his eyes. he wanted to say no, he wanted to shake his head, he wanted to curse the world out for taking you away from him.
but then he sees you standing behind vox, smiling and waving. when he blinks again, you're gone again.
this isn't what they would've wanted for me. they would've wanted me to be happy and move on.
"mhm," mysta nods, cracking a small smile. he looks into vox's eyes and feels a sense of warmth upon remembering his friends. not just vox. there was luca, shu and ike. there were the others from niji.
"yeah," he says again, this time smiling wider. "i'm okay. call the boys and get something to eat together?"
some of you might not have noticed, but i recently put "on hiatus" on my bio.
school has unfortunately started again for me, and from looking at my absolutely terrible schedule and new enviroment, writing is going to be a bit hard for me. i'm bad at adapting quickly so until further notice, my account will be put on hold.
hii i was the one who asked for the house husband domestic au and smsmsms you wrote it so well :’))) i was wondering if this time how luxiem would be as baristas and you’re the regular who comes in every week for either studying or like just to chill~
"I think there's something b r e w i n g between us."
a/n: IM SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THAT AHSJKDSAJHSKD i'm also super sorry for being inactive friends! writer's block hit me hard this time but i think im okay now uwu
special thanks to 🌺anon from the server for helping with the proofreading!
reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.
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Vox Akuma 👹🌹
what was it? the third? no, fourth time you've come up the counter to order?
would it be possible to just order multiple things in one single time...?
vox sighs internally, smiling at your shy figure who seemed to have asked for a different drink and dessert than last time.
was he complaining? no, of course not. why would he?
he was just... interested in the way you processed your way around the cafe. he was glad you were ordering and supporting the cafe like this, but you weren't even sharing them with anyone!
and for the love of god, y/n, just order your coffees and pastries all at once!
but did he have the heart to tell you this when you looked absolutely adorable every time you came in the cafe?
again, no.
"will that be it, y/n?" he asks, not even bothering to jot down your name. vox is truly just hinting at the fact that maybe you should order something else while you're there, but you end up shaking your head, placing some money on the counter
"yep, that's it!" nodding, you grin at him.
it was like you knew what you were doing to him. you probably did.
"i'll go take these to you, y/n. the cafe is quiet anyway," vox insists and much to your surprise. but you nod and go sit down.
he placed the order into the cafe's system before preparing you another drink and pulling out the croissant you asked for.
later, he does indeed carry the two orders to your table where it lies your laptop and a notebook with your handwriting on it.
other than that, vox notices the empty plates of the previous pastries you ordered.
"i'll take these plates, yeah?" he says. you smile, gesturing at the dishes for him to take in exchange for your new drink.
as he helped to clean up your space, his yellow eyes can't help but wonder over to what you were writing in your notebook. it was so hastily written upon and the mentions of ingredients kept popping up too.
wait... vox frowns, his gaze lingering just a bit at your notes.
then your hand covers it, stopping him from reading anymore.
he looks up at you and finds your cheeks red, eyes looking away as the notebook is hidden under the table, on top of your lap.
seeing your shy figure, vox couldn’t help but chuckle and walk away with the empty plates back to the bar.
what was in your notes?
oh, you know. just you trying to figure out the ingredients used in his pastries.
as soon as vox placed the plates into the sink, he grabs his sharpie markers and gets a few tissues. when he finished, he returns to your table and places the tissues down next to your drink.
he winks, "forgot something. here you go, love."
come back to the cafe after closing hours. i'll teach you.
later that night as all his coworkers bid him farewell for the day, you make yourself known by the cafe doors and vox immediately invites you inside, holding the door open for you.
and he couldn't help but tease you, "ready for our class, y/n?"
you look away, skittering inside anyway to leave vox to laugh by himself.
"come on, into the kitchen," vox gestures to said room, one you've never seen before actually. you follow him inside and like it was a real organized class, he has all the items for a baking lesson ready by the counters.
you frown, "are you sure you're okay with this? you're using your resources..."
vox smiles, tapping the counter, "oh, it's alright. with you frequenting my cafe for my treats and drinks, i don't think using up my resources outside my business should be a problem, hm?"
again, your ears and cheeks flare red at his response. but then you suddenly feel your wrist being tugged forward and you are now just a few steps away from vox
"which dessert do you want to learn about first?" he grins, folding up his sleeves.
thus began your first night in the vox's kitchen in the cafe, pretty much spoiled of his secret recipe to his delectable foods. you pay attention to his techniques and follow his every order exactly
sure, you messed up here and there by over measuring or not whipping the egg whites enough
but there weren't any shortages of vox applauding you for how well you were doing
when the first treat, a cheesecake, came out, you were pleasantly surprised by the results and you went to grab another spoonful to enjoy your creation
vox, on the other hand, revels not in the sweet dessert but rather how sweet your smile was as you enjoyed your cake
he liked how your eyes just twinkle with delight when the right flavors fall unto your tongue, or the way your brows would scrunch while weighing out the ingredients
he selfishly wished to see more.
so by the end of the night, after three successful treats ready to be taken home for breakfast tomorrow, vox asks you, "would you be interested in doing this again some other time?"
you smile up at him, nodding, "sure! when?"
"how about my place tomorrow? i have ingredients at home too."
"that's fine," you then pull out your phone, handing it to him. "can you type in your number and send your address?"
"i'll let you have my number but i will be picking you up, love," vox winks, quickly filling up a new contact and giving it back to you. "i'll see you after work. i'll also be expecting an address from you."
and with that, you go home, hands full with your handcrafted treats
and vox, watching you leave with the biggest smile on his face as he awaits what you two will make tomorrow together. it won't matter if it won't turn out well
he just wished to be in your lovely presence and to see your smile, sweeter than any dessert he's ever made
Mysta Rias 🦊🔶
"excuse me."
at the call, mysta's heart drops once more.
he sighs, putting down the blender down into the sink to help out the customer, but he feels a hand rest on his shoulder so he cranes his head around to see it was you.
you smile at him, walking towards the pick up station where the customer stood waiting
"good day, how may i help you?" you warmly greet them
but despite your polite attitude, the customer does not seem happy about their day and mysta knows for a fact that it's because of his own fault
they put their opened cup down, pushing it a bit harshly towards your side that it almost spills everywhere.
"i clearly asked for less sugar and i didn't ask for caramel in this!" they begin to protest, the anger bubbling from their blood as they sputter even more mistakes about their drink.
mysta pretends to not hear it, as it was clearly meant for him but with you being the kinder person and his manager, somehow you wanted to cover for him especially as it wasn't the first time this happened
"i'm very sorry for messing up your order. i'll get you a replacement drink, free of charge of course. could you tell me what your order was?" you still smile, taking the cup off the counter
the customer huffs, mumbling their order, "and you better get it right this time."
with a nod, the customer sits back down and you hurriedly throw the ruined drink away and make the actual correct drink yourself. mysta could only shoulder the guilt and shame as his other coworkers stared him down, probably a few customers who saw it happening too
he felt absolutely terrible. he didn't mean to bring down your business like this. yet somehow, you haven't fired him for it.
mysta sighs and mumbles to himself, "i should find a different job..."
when closing shift finally came around, just you and mysta inside the cafe, he took a deep breath and went to approach you.
"u-um, y/n?" he stuttered, holding his hands together
you stop sweeping the floor to look up at him, offering him a gentle smile. "yes, mysta? ready to go home? i can do the rest myself."
he shakes his head, "n-no. it's not about that."
you raise an eyebrow. "then?"
"it's about my employment here," he began. "i-i want to leave."
the cafe is quiet. nothing but his loudly beating heart thrumming against his eardrums.
you hum, tilting your head. "and your reason why?"
were you mocking him? surely you've noticed him messing up the customers' orders a lot. you were his manager, and the type to clock in the cafe as often as you could
even if you hadn't noticed, he was sure as hell that his co workers have reported his poor performance to you at some point, right?
mysta sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "oh, come on, y/n. you've seen me tons of times. you've definitely seen me mess up orders."
with a laugh, you put the broom back into the closet, nonchalantly replying, "oh, that."
wonder laces mysta's mind as he steps closer to you, "so, i can leave right?"
"nope," you smile, walking past him and into the back of the bar. "not until i give you another training."
"huh?" he blinks mindlessly.
you reach over the counter to grab a couple plastic cups and a few paper ones. you then arrange across the bar, looking back at him. "when it comes to people who aren't doing well in the work field, it's not always about firing them immediately. re-training is an option."
mysta still doesn't know what to say, as you gesture at the cups before him with a smile. "go on then. we'll start with an iced double shot americano and a hot caramel latte with an almond milk alternative. both medium sizes, mysta."
with you pressing him under time, he stumbles his way over to the bar and begins with the coffee grinder. he takes the right amount and he remembers to press it properly before taking it to the espresso machine
you watch mysta struggle with the a machine a little as if he should be afraid of the metal thing. but he eventually gets it.
so far so good... you think.
but then you see him take out the almond milk for the latte and pumping in hazelnut syrup instead of the caramel, putting it into the cold milk and not the actual espresso shot...
you note down all the things mysta does incorrectly and also keeping track of how long he makes both drinks.
he latches on the lid and turns to you with a goofy smile. "well? how did i do?"
you step forward and take a sip of the americano, clicking your tongue at the taste. "hmm, you did well on this one. be careful of the ice. don't forget it to throw it into the sink if you drop it."
mysta nods.
next, the supposed caramel latte.
you take a careful sip and hum. you spare mysta a side glance. "what do you think you could improve on this, mysta?"
he's taken aback by your response a bit, then hesitates. "uh..."
it takes him a while. then his shoulders droop down. "oh wait, i was supposed to mix the syrup in with the espresso shot right?"
"why is that?"
"because the shot was hot and it mixes more evenly."
you nod, smiling. "good! anything else?"
"is there more?" he whines slightly.
giggling you shrug, "i don't know. is there?"
mysta sighs. "um, did i use the wrong milk?"
he looks at the carton but sees that it is almond. "wait, no. i didn't. what is it?"
"taste it yourself," you hand him the warm cup.
he bites his lip for a good second before sipping the beverage. he takes a minute as his face frowns with concern. "wait... this doesn't taste like caramel, does it? is this... oh shit, hazelnut???"
seeing him look at the drink in his hand and mentally beating himself of his mistake made you laugh.
so mysta turned, red on the cheeks and ears.
"i'm glad you were able to figure it out on your own, mysta. see? you could do it after all," you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and for that single moment, he had never been more glad than to have you as his direct superior.
that night, you taught him how to make drinks and with every espresso shot made and ice cubes thrown around, he was able to make even the most complex drink on the menu.
all because you decided to be so patient and willing to help him out.
the next morning, mysta is up for opening shift.
as thanks for your help, he makes his first drink of the day.
then you come in as usual to help out with the cafe and you're met with mysta's beverage just by the pick up counter.
with the cafe still closed, you figured this was probably mysta's but the note on top...
"thank you, for everything. this is for you. i'll be back from the store in a bit."
it's your favorite drink. you take a sip and it's made just how you like it.
he really did improve.
Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆
you were... luca's very special customer.
he really tried to tell you but he couldn't, seeing as you were extremely comfortable with how things are.
so, here's how it began between you two.
luca was on closing shift that night and just as he was about to grab the broom to start sweeping the floors, it started to pour heavily outside.
he sighs, shrugging it off as he'll just have to make sure to drink vitamins later when he gets home so he wouldn't get sick the next day.
but then his purple eyes catch sight of something zooming through the windows.
luca immediately raises his head and he sees you, the poor thing who didn't bring an umbrella and now desperately sheltering under the awnings of the cafe
you look from side to side, occasionally up at the dark and gloomy sky.
to luca, you looked panicked. and his heart decided to move on his own as he went to put the broom away to open the door.
"excuse me?" he called out to you
you immediately turn to him, surprised. "oh, hi. can i help you?"
"more like could i help you," luca chuckles, holding the door open as you rub the back of your head, embarrassed. "come inside. you'll freeze out here."
"but you're closed though, aren't you? i don't want to intrude," you shake your head.
"oh, uh," luca blinked, looking inside the cafe then back at you. his mouth seemed to have shaped the words on its own before his brain could even process so he says, "we're not actually closed yet! there's still about an hour ish...?"
you tilt your head to the side, "really?"
it's only when you question him that he starts to question himself. but he's said it and there was no way he was going to embarrass himself in front of you.
so luca nods, gesturing for you to come inside. "yep. come inside. order anything you like."
smiling, you bow your head in thanks and went inside to wait by the ordering counter to wait for him.
that night, you really did become his very special customer.
and you somehow never notice why it is you're always alone during the nighttimes. actually, luca keeps wondering why you even came at such a late hour and never any other time in the day.
his co workers would often question why the heck he would let a customer in way past opening hours, but luca would just offer to take closing shift every time you came by
but it got to the point where his boss came himself to tell luca that he wouldn't be able to tolerate this behavior any longer in the most gentle way possible
luca knew his boss was by no means angry about it, but he kindly asked him to tell you that it's not actually opening hours anymore...
somehow though, with every night you show up and order something from him, he could not bear to tell you.
when he's supposed to say 'no, y/n. it's actually closing time', he replaces it with a genuinely curious question of how your day was or if you had any exciting plans for the week
it's more than just about if you wanted less sugar or milk alternative for your drinks.
it's about what foods you favored, what hobbies you preferred doing in your free time and the type of friends you had around.
luca can't help but think that this supposed closed time of his is the only time in the day where he gets to have you all to himself.
after a long and busy day, he gets to have you as a break from all that.
just you, some coffee and him.
until one day his boss insists that he shouldn't be doing any of the closing shifts. not until he was sure luca had told you about the right opening times.
so just as luca was waiting for his coworkers to leave, him left behind as always to wait for you to come, his boss pushes him out of the cafe and sends him on his merry way.
"but--"
"luca, you know well enough how many times i've told you this can't go on anymore. i know you're responsible of the consequences by covering all the closing shifts but other customers will think we're still open at this hour," his boss sighs.
he had a point and luca was just being insubordinate.
"alright then... " with a heavy heave of his breath, he shrugs on his jacket and bids his superior goodbye.
but then he runs into you at the front of the cafe.
"oh, hey luca! wait, you're off today?" you ask him.
great, now he has to tell you.
"hiiii y/n," luca laughs nervously, scratching his head. he looks inside the cafe but he realizes that it's already dark inside, only the locker rooms in the back were seen with the lights on.
he really wished nothing else than to rush back in and make your order tonight but his boss gave him a last warning today.
"we-were you looking for a drink?" he questions
you hum, "yeah... here, at your cafe. but you're closed? isn't it early?"
"right about that!"
here goes nothing.
"i've been uh... lying to you."
you frown. "lying to me?"
"we're not actually open at this hour. and i've just been... letting you in past opening hours."
it's silent between you and luca for a few minutes, before you suddenly let out a laugh. he blinks, surprised.
"sorry! sorry! i just--" you giggle. "i've been coming here for so long, thinking that you're still open. and it's only now you tell me this? it's more funny than it is supposed to be surprising."
luca releases a breath he never knew he held all this time.
maybe it was because he heard your laugh amidst the stress of telling you.
"so uh... ," he laughs nervously.
you smile up at him, "i do know a cafe that opens this late though. care to join me? they don't make my drinks as good as you do though, luca."
red creeps up to his cheeks, but nonetheless, he agrees to your invitation.
"i'd like to join you, yeah."
Ike Eveland 🖋💙
it's exactly 8:37 am, about half an hour after the cafe's opening when ike's ears catch wind of the bell hanging by door ringing
he looks up by reflex and there you are, his regular customer who comes by around this exact time
you're hauling a backpack, your phone in your hand as you go to approach the rather quiet ordering counter where ike was standing by
you smile at him like usual and order your typical drink
"for y/n?" he asks, holding the cup in his hand and a marker in the other ready to jot down your name
you nod, giggling as you give him the appropriate amount of money
ike scribbles on your name and your specific order, then helps with the payment.
"just take the change as your tip today like usual," you smile, sliding over to the pick up area.
it's become a routine for you two now. you come in at around 8:30, order your usual (or sometimes a different drink from time to time with a treat) and then sit in that specific spot all day long
you'd be typing away on your laptop, or flipping through some books or pages you've brought with you. then you'd occasionally sip on your drink as you're laser focus on the laptop screen once more
much to ike's dismay, he has yet to figure out what you do on that laptop. what were you so busily typing about? were you writing for a research paper? were you a college student?
well that last deduction was far from accurate as you spend almost every day of the week in the cafe
then what could you possibly have as a career when all you do is sit in a cafe on your laptop?
even today, ike hasn't figured it out as he put the lid to your drink on
he walks over to the pick up station and hand you your cup, never forgetting to insert a smile of his own to you. "here you are. order for y/n."
"that's me," you giggle, taking the drink while ever so slightly brushing against his fingers. goosebumps rise onto ike's forearms and he can't help but pull away quickly as you retreat to your little work nook
and then the part where ike doesn't interact with you the entire day begins.
he would check on you every once in a while, seeing if you've taken a break from your work, whether that be to take some time to look at social media or finishing your drink
of course, if you weren't, ike would be on the shyer side to tell you to take a break
after all, even if you and ike had met multiple times in the same circumstances, you two were still technically strangers.
he wished to know what you were working on, what you did for a living, what other drinks were to your fancy so he could make them for you. he wants to be able to talk to you other than what drinks were on promotion that month or if you wanted to make your drink iced or hot
ike selfishly wished you two weren't just barista and customer
suddenly, in the middle of the day, ike looks up to once again check on you when you seem to be missing
your laptop and belongings were there though
"probably went to the bathroom?" ike mumbles to himself, then noticing how the table next to where you sat had recently been left unclean
he ducks under the counter to grab a cloth and plastic box before leaving the cashier to take care of the empty seats
as he placed the mugs carefully into the plastic box, he couldn't help himself to steal a glance at your still glowing laptop
for the first time, he sees what you're working on
ike wipes the table clean quickly and then subtly leans over to your table to see what it is you're so serious about this past month
"oh," he whispers, unknowingly finding himself leaning even lower to read through your work
but before he could brave himself to scroll down, he hears the bathroom door latch open and he quickly goes back to cleaning the table
when ike takes his box back with him to the bar, you're already settling yourself down back in your seat and madly typing away at your laptop
he doesn't know what has gotten into him, but the very next day, when you left to go to the bathroom and any tables remotely close to yours needed cleaning, ike is taking that chance
all so that when he comes back, he gets to steal a bit more of progress of your work
he has to admit it, but you do good work. that even him, your mere barista and generally a stranger, was captivated by it
it becomes one of the very reasons why he goes to work now. he becomes more motivated only so he could see you, make your drink by memory and if lucky, get rewarded by a snippet of your work
until one day, your visits become rare. then slowly turns to none at all.
ike thought at first he was just overthinking as he goes about his day to work
but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss seeing you come through the door early in the morning
it was silly, he thought. so when he finally accepted the fact you probably found a different cafe, he swallowed his insensible longing for your visit
"hi, can i order my usual?"
ike looks up, and there you were, smiling at him.
"o-oh! of course," surprised, ike quickly grabs a cup and a marker. he nervously beams, "order for y/n?"
"yes," you nod. as he busies himself with logging your order, you suddenly pull something out of your bag. definitely not your wallet.
ike turns slightly and realize you're looking at him and sliding over a hardcover book onto the counter.
he raises an eyebrow and looks down at the book, then noticing it has your name on it, printed in bold letters along with a title.
"i noticed how you're a big fan of my work, ike," you giggle, pushing it over to him. "so here, a signed copy. money's inside."
and just like that, you leave the ordering counter.
ike's face flushes red.
but he's happy.
he takes the book and opens it up to get the money for the drink, but he also notices something else than the money.
on the front page is indeed your signature and below it, your number.
Shu Yamino 🔮✨
not much was said between you and shu, other than the words of your chosen drinks or sometimes a treat or two for longer days. but that didn't stop you two from bonding a mutual relationship of the comfortable barista-customer trope.
you come in, he knows your usual order and the correct spelling of your name, and you generously tip and smile at him.
it was an unspoken friendship you had.
one that sat both well and not with shu.
sure, he liked what he had. it was unlike any other he's had before. but he can't handle just 'good morning, shu, i'll have this and this, thank you!'
shu asked the world why the conversations with you were solely only about coffee and cakes. why couldn't it be about yourself? about him? about the annoying things you wished could disappear from the face of the earth?
he wouldn't mind that.
but as you walk through that door with that same smile and your usual order once more, shu will have to accept what he has for now. one day maybe he'll brave himself to ask you how your day went in detail.
after passing your drink to you, you're off to sit down and shu returns to his post at the cashier. but the moment he's face to face with his next customer, the sorcerer couldn't help but feel very unsettled.
in the eyes of everyone else, this guy probably looked very normal and well, your average male stranger looking for a drink in the cafe.
but being well practiced in sorcery which also meant trusting your guts and instincts, shu made sure to keep his eyes open for this guy as he went to order something off the order. a hot americano he said.
shu goes about his business as usual, despite his stomach just flexing about every time the guy moved.
and it certainly did not help that he kept glancing in your direction.
did he know you? did you know him?
shu was sure as hell that you've never brought him here with you, so probably someone you either didn't know or at least did not feel like interacting with
"hot americano?" the sorcerer announces and the man who ordered it comes up front to pick it up, muttering a quick thanks and almost as if hurriedly, goes to your table.
the hairs on shu's arms stands on edge and he clenches his first in worry for you.
calm down, shu. you're probably just overthinking. maybe's he just an old friend of theirs they haven't seen in a while. maybe your gut is wrong this time.
but that's the thing.
his gut is almost never wrong.
you look up from your phone when you notice someone approaching you. upon seeing who it is, your face drains of its color and shu knew exactly then that he was right.
the man stood in front of your table, raising his hand to wave at you it seems.
you simply nod, but your eyes don't meet his.
another sign you didn't like interacting with this man.
but he ignores your body language and had the audacity to sit next to you, not minding personal space.
you and shu weren't even friends, but he absolutely hated how he was making you visibly uncomfortable.
he seems to have said something to make your face scrunch with the discomfort, disgust even as you scoot away from him.
it's when he dared to place his grimy hands on your lap did shu take off his apron hastily and exited the counter like a mad bull.
"hey, babe! sorry, work took a while. my shift's over though now," shu announces, standing by your side and leaning over a bit.
you, on the other hand, look up at him with surprised eyes but you smile up at him to play along, scooting even closer to shu to avoid the man.
"h-hey! i was wondering what took you so long," you respond.
"yeah, sorry about that," shu courageously puts a hand on your shoulder then turns to the person next to you. he raises an eyebrow, "oh, who's this?"
"he's my--"
"oh, you're the new boy toy?" he smirks, looking at you this time. "really, y/n? someone like him?"
"excuse me?" shu spoke in a gentle manner, but with you so up close to him, you can feel him seethe with so much anger. like he could explode at any moment if ticked off the wrong way.
the creep leans back, grinning, "come on, look at him, y/n. what's with the weird hair, huh? and a barista? lame job. does nothing but make coffee and bread."
"the coffee i made you? the one you're drinking? must be because you can't make it by yourself," shu retorts. "lame."
you even let out a small snort.
the man's face is burning red with anger and frustration. he stands this time and goes to grab your arm, but shu snatches his hand before it could even touch you
"don't you dare lay a hand on her," he growls. "there are cameras in here and if you so much even say something out of place, i have every right to remove you from this property."
the man laughs to mock him, spitting back, "really? what's a puny boy like you gonna do?"
shu eyes the still hot black coffee on the table and he smiles. he lets go of the man's hand, pushing him back a bit before saying, "i'm not going to do anything. i don't need to. a real man uses his brain instead of his brawn."
just as the man was about to pounce on shu again, the sorcerer had already subtly moved the hot drink closer to him with the help of his sorcery skills.
so by the time he was about to grab shu by the collar, the americano is knocked over and pours all over the man's pants.
he lets out a pained screech, stumbling back onto the floor to try to recover from the hot drink.
all the patrons in the cafe looks at the commotion, eyeing the man oddly. at the public embarrassment, he stands and hurries out the cafe to escape it all.
shu heaves a sigh and turns to you, "you alright?"
you only stare at the fallen cup, blinking. "i... i saw that."
"i know," he chuckles, grabbing a tissue and patting down the table. "but you're safe, that's more important. tell me if that guy ever comes back and maybe i'll do something worse than hot coffee."
another laugh leaves your lips and you look up at him with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. "yeah, i'll be counting on you, shu."
Hiya, do you have any fic prompts for the anons like before? Perfectly fine if you don't have any!
hellooo~ sorry this took me a while to answer bcs i was actually thinking up some for you! here they are:
vampire au
fairytale au (like say rewrite a fairytale but have the luxiem boys as the main characters)
reverse comfort fics with luxiem, whether they just had a nightmare, burnout or having a breakdown (i don't see this a lot!)
animal!luxiem (saw my bunny reader? make it their turn to be an animal hybrid of some kind)
luxiem asking/begging/trying to get your attention because you're busy doing something
SONG FIC MAYBE? this is one of my go to solutions when i can't think of any ideas so just pick a song you like, a luxiem member and make a story surrounding that~
those are some ideas i don't mind sharing with you anon~ if you do decide to use them, i'd love to see how you wrote it! feel free to tag me hehe
i swear i post my own content too 💀💀 my anons are just way too talented ahusgwushau
on that note tho! i’m sorry if no posts are comin soo bcs ive been terribly hit by this monstrosity they call a fucken writer’s block bleh i hate it. i’ll try my best to shoo it away friends! i’m rly sorry 😞
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