please help spread this,Indonesians that are speaking up are actively being silenced.if you didn't know,Indonesians are protesting against their own government but instead of listening they decided to silence us by shutting down TikTok live in Indonesia since people are updating about the protest through there.Now the police are being told to harm the very same people they are supposed to protect. No one is safe. Recently,on 28th of August a 21 year old delivery driver named Affan Kurniawan was struck by a police vehicle not once but TWICE.the police vehicle stopped for a moment and ran him over again,what baffles me the most is that they said it was an "accident".there was also a video where one of the polices in the car was caught saying " Tabrak aja"(just hit them).people said that multiple people were also struck by the Police vehicle but I don't know if its true or not.recently in Jakarta mass shootings are actively happening,there were teenagers that got hit and died some weren't even joining in the protest.the police are also attacking the medical teams and journalists even though there's a rule to never harm or attack them.all of this isnt entirely the polices fault,it's mostly the politicians that ordered them to do it.it was also said that some of the d3ad bodies were even thrown into the lake.
Please pray for us and help spread this.
Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.
The situation is currently dire, the media is being silenced and citizens are being blinded.
I will try my best to spread awareness of what is currently happening in my homeland on this platform, seeing as social media such as TikTok and Instagram are being heavily monitored and limited.
Summary and Timeline
Preface: The protests that have been happening were triggered by these following events, however the anger and frustration of citizens come from the culmination of dissatisfaction towards the government over a long period of time.
15 August 2025
Video of Indonesia's House of Representatives (DPR) shown dancing within their conference room goes viral.
At the time, the rise of benefits for said representatives were a hot topic to the general public.
Citizens criticize the video, stating that it shows a lack of empathy for their people who are struggling to get by and live below proper living standards.
20 August 2025
DPR members are given housing benefits well over 10 times average minimum wage. (NOTE: Minimum wage in Indonesia varies greatly. For example, Jakarta's minimum wage is around 5 million IDR, meanwhile Central Java's is around 2 million IDR.)
Once again, this sparks outrage among citizens. The people's opinion is basically as follows: while the majority of Indonesian citizens are living in poverty and struggling to pay taxes, their representatives are showing off their luxurious lives from said taxes.
Head of DPR stresses that there was no rise in their paychecks, only in benefits.
22 August 2025
Nafa Urbach Controversy: She stated that the rise of benefits isn't actually a rise, however compensation because they aren't provided housing. Following this, she reminded citizens that not all representatives own houses in Jakarta and are from all parts of Indonesia. She states that even she, who is on the way to the office, has been on the road for about half an hour and the traffic isn't good. Citizens, workers respond, saying that they use public transportation and that it can take them hours from home to their workplace.
Ahmad Sahroni Controversy: Citizens demand DPR to be disbanded through social media. In reponse, Sahroni replied by publicly stating that those who want to disband DPR are idiots. Even so, he states that he has no problem with public criticism, and even insults. He simply advises the general public not to overreact, since it could mentally damaging.
25 August 2025
Protest started in the afternoon. It ended in chaos.
The protest was held so citizens could convey their aspirations as well as critic DPR benefits.
Their protests were unheard.
28 August 2025
The Tragedy of Affan Kurniawan.
Affan Kurniawan was a 21 year old college student who worked part-time as a taxibike courier to pay for his tuition.
He was present at the scene of the protest, not to protest, but to work.
As he tried to cross the road, he tripped and fell. At the same time, a Mobile Brigade car (Brimob) came rushing forward, crashing into him and ran him over.
The car came to a momentary stop. Protesters rush to the car, banging on its windows. In the end, the car continued to drive forward (despite the road behind the car being relatively clear), running Affan Kurniawan over once again. Recordings of conversation inside the car reveals that tower inside had stated "Tabrak aja", in others words "Just hit him".
Affan Kurniawan soon died as a result.
Video from 7NEWS Australia (TikTok)
CW: Blood. Video of the tragedy. (TikTok)
29-30 August 2025
News of Affan Kurniawan spread nationally, sparking sympathy as well as rage from the public.
Protests started in various cities such as Jakarta, Bandung, Surabaya, Surakarta (Solo), Yogyakarta (Jogja, DIY), Makassar, Tegal, Mataram, Medan, etc.
Parliament buildings, police stations, and public facilities were burned down late at night. (NOTE: The public speculates that these actions were not done by protestors. I elaborate more on this down below.)
Police forces use tear gas to push back the masses. (NOTE: Left over tear gas packaging reveals that the tear gas was expired.)
Late in the evening of 30 August, public lights were turned off, CCTVs turned off. News that the police forces have been told to use firearms (it is unclear to me whether the bullets were rubber or not) to push back the masses.
Masses loot Ahmad Sahroni's house after finding out that he had left the country.
Live features on TikTok and Instagram have been turned off.
The public speculates that the act of ARSON was not done by protestors, however a group of provocateurs.
Point 1: The act was too coordinated.
We're talking about multiple building across multiple cities. They all burned down at approximately the same time. The general public was in too much chaos to coordinate something, especially of this scale.
Point 2: The fire burned quickly.
The fire burned through the buildings very quickly, which means there was some sort of accelerator prepared. Protestors are mostly college students and minimum wage workers who barely make it day to day. They could not have had the resources to do so.
Point 3: Media coverage.
Media coverage about protests were forbidden and even CCTV cameras were turned off. It's as if there is something that needs to be hidden from the public as well as discarding proof. No footage, no proof.
The general public was also forbidden to go live of TikTok.
However, when time came and buildings were burnt, official media coverage was everywhere. It's as if the act was some sort of show.
Point 4: The object of the fire.
Aside from parliament buildings and police stations, bus stops and forms of public transportation quickly burnt to crisp. As previous stated, the majority of protes are college students and minimum wage workers, meaning these people actively use public transport. They have no reason to burn their way of transportation.
Miscellaneous
Multiple influences have revealed that they received offers to create pro-government content for a large sum of money. The pay ranges, however one of the most popular offers would be Jerome Polin's (a YouTuber, local celebrity, as well as math teacher) offer which he publicly posted on his Instagram. The text shows that he was covered 150 million IDR to post one pro-government video on Instagram Reels.
I've done the best I could and I'm sure there's plenty more issues that I could share. To anyone reading this, thank you for reading til the very end. But still, I would like to ask for your help. Please spread awareness of what is currently happening in Indonesia. Interact and reblog this post if you want can.
Signed,
An 18 year old high school student, who wishes for a brighter future.
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please help spread this,Indonesians that are speaking up are actively being silenced.if you didn't know,Indonesians are protesting against their own government but instead of listening they decided to silence us by shutting down TikTok live in Indonesia since people are updating about the protest through there.Now the police are being told to harm the very same people they are supposed to protect. No one is safe. Recently,on 28th of August a 21 year old delivery driver named Affan Kurniawan was struck by a police vehicle not once but TWICE.the police vehicle stopped for a moment and ran him over again,what baffles me the most is that they said it was an "accident".there was also a video where one of the polices in the car was caught saying " Tabrak aja"(just hit them).people said that multiple people were also struck by the Police vehicle but I don't know if its true or not.recently in Jakarta mass shootings are actively happening,there were teenagers that got hit and died some weren't even joining in the protest.the police are also attacking the medical teams and journalists even though there's a rule to never harm or attack them.all of this isnt entirely the polices fault,it's mostly the politicians that ordered them to do it.it was also said that some of the d3ad bodies were even thrown into the lake.
Please pray for us and help spread this.
Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.
please help spread this,Indonesians that are speaking up are actively being silenced.if you didn't know,Indonesians are protesting against their own government but instead of listening they decided to silence us by shutting down TikTok live in Indonesia since people are updating about the protest through there.Now the police are being told to harm the very same people they are supposed to protect. No one is safe. Recently,on 28th of August a 21 year old delivery driver named Affan Kurniawan was struck by a police vehicle not once but TWICE.the police vehicle stopped for a moment and ran him over again,what baffles me the most is that they said it was an "accident".there was also a video where one of the polices in the car was caught saying " Tabrak aja"(just hit them).people said that multiple people were also struck by the Police vehicle but I don't know if its true or not.recently in Jakarta mass shootings are actively happening,there were teenagers that got hit and died some weren't even joining in the protest.the police are also attacking the medical teams and journalists even though there's a rule to never harm or attack them.all of this isnt entirely the polices fault,it's mostly the politicians that ordered them to do it.it was also said that some of the d3ad bodies were even thrown into the lake.
Please pray for us and help spread this.
Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.
please help spread this,Indonesians that are speaking up are actively being silenced.if you didn't know,Indonesians are protesting against their own government but instead of listening they decided to silence us by shutting down TikTok live in Indonesia since people are updating about the protest through there.Now the police are being told to harm the very same people they are supposed to protect. No one is safe. Recently,on 28th of August a 21 year old delivery driver named Affan Kurniawan was struck by a police vehicle not once but TWICE.the police vehicle stopped for a moment and ran him over again,what baffles me the most is that they said it was an "accident".there was also a video where one of the polices in the car was caught saying " Tabrak aja"(just hit them).people said that multiple people were also struck by the Police vehicle but I don't know if its true or not.recently in Jakarta mass shootings are actively happening,there were teenagers that got hit and died some weren't even joining in the protest.the police are also attacking the medical teams and journalists even though there's a rule to never harm or attack them.all of this isnt entirely the polices fault,it's mostly the politicians that ordered them to do it.it was also said that some of the d3ad bodies were even thrown into the lake.
Please pray for us and help spread this.
Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.
Id like to see someone write an Zhongli x Reader fanfic that's inspired by one of those Chinese dramas where they had a bad relationship at first then BOOM (insert a random scenario) and they wake up to the first night they got proposed or any other scenario (I'm bad at explaining I'm sorry) and then they realized they went back in time but then they also realize Zhongli went back in time with them too but suddenly this time he's all sweet and stuff
Id like someone to do a similar concept I'll be so happy if someone did๐๐
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Pairing: Saja Boys x Reader (Platonic); Leviathan x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 2,826
Gender: GN
Warnings: A tad bit of cursing, but that should be it
Tags: @thedarkmooncircus, @l3viat8an, @hanafubukki, @paantbh, @star-the-idiot, @kimm4710, @boo-shalala, @ngochalegmailcom
Notes: This is the first part in a series I'm beginning! Please feel free to send in requests with any ideas you have! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for the Saja Boys or Obey Me! The credit for the Saja Boys fanart used in the header is not mine; credit goes to the respective artist (if you find their name, please let me know)!
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The arena pulsed with the deep, thunderous beat of the music, the bass vibrating through Leviathan's bones. Strobe lights sliced through the crowd, tracing electric patterns across thousands of ecstatic faces. The air was alive with a frenzied energy, as banners bearing the name HUNTR/X scattered across the intense glow of the massive stage rigging and the overzealous fans.
And on that stage - three idols stood like statues of otherworldly grace, their movements sharp enough to pierce the air. Ethereal, sparkling, alluring - every dance step a precise weapon, every note from their voices imbued with a strange sensation. Their performance was a mesmerizing display of raw, unrestrained talent and power.
In the last row of VIP seats, where the shadows swallowed any who dared to hide, Leviathan was vibrating with awe.
"Ruri-chain's grace incarnate!" He whispered, clutching a signed lightstick as though it were a lifeline to some distant, unreachable realm. His voice cracked with the excitement of a true fan.
Levi wasn't supposed to be here, though.
He knew this. Lord Diavolo had made it abundantly clear to all the demon brothers: Stay low during the International Dimensional Cultural Summit. The Human Realm was crowded with representatives from the Devildom, the Celestial Realm, and every other border province, and the last thing anyone needed was for a powerful demon lord to be mistaken for a rabid fangirl and carted off by moral security.
But how could Levi not go?
HUNTR/X was no ordinary group. They weren't just idols - they were a force, a phenomenon, a masterclass in spellbinding vocals and performance art. And ever since Y/N had started working as the assistant manager for their rivals, the enigmatic K-pop group Saja Boys, a boy band with some seriously suspicious demonic ties, Levi had found himself obsessively curious. Somehow more so for the girls than Y/N's group.
His legs bounced restlessly under his seat as though in sync to a rhythm game, each twitch a very voluntary reaction to the pulse of the music. He had kept to the shadows all night, his demon form cloaked and his aura suppressed, just as Lucifer taught him so many years ago. He had even cast a low-level illusion spell over himself to make his appearance more...human. Everything was going perfectly.
That is, until he felt a familiar presence.
Not in the audience.
Not on stage.
Backstage.
Y/N.
Levi's breath caught in his throat. His pulse skipped a beat as a camera zoomed past and panned to the staff area for the final fanfare. And there, barely visible through a labyrinth of cables and curtains and crew members, was the one person he'd traveled all the way to the Human Realm to not see.
You were shouting something to the stage crew, a clipboard clutched in one hand, a sparkling drink in the other. Your headset was slightly askew, and your hair (tousled from hours of frantic activity) still managed to look so effortlessly perfect. You were radiant. You were gorgeous. You were probably going to kill him.
Levi froze mid-squeal, panic flooding his veins.
She's gonna kill me if she finds out I'm here.
He tried to slink out of his row, crouching low, slipping beneath a pair of waving fans, but his scarf snagged on a purse. He yelped, stumbling over his own feet, and with a final, mortifying thud, he fell headlong into the staff-only corridor behind the VIP floor.
"Security!"
The shout sliced through the air, but it was already too late.
A blur of pink and silver heels came at him, impossibly fast. Before Levi could even register what was happening, he was slammed against a corridor wall. One of the HUNTR/X idols - tall, with a long braid of purple hair - had him pinned by the throat, the reinforced heel of her boot digging into his skin. Another idol, much shorter, with cute buns - had his arm twisted behind his back with a brutal precision that sent a tiny jolt of pain straight to his spine. If it weren't for the situation, and it were all in a game, Levi felt this would surely have been some hidden route that he unlocked.
"I told you I sensed something off," Mira (Levi's bias) said, her voice sugary sweet, but dripping with danger. Her icy gaze never left his face. "You're leaking demon energy like a broken faucet."
Levi scrambled for words, his breath hitching in his chest - "I-I'm just a fan! Just a fan! I swear I didn't enchant anything! I even bought merch legally, see?" He fumbled for his lightstick, waving it wildly like a small child with a toy, hoping to prove his innocence.
Zoey's (Levi's bias wrecker) eyes narrowed, her irises shifting like molten chocolate. "A demon? Creeping around backstage after hours? That sounds more like an assassin than a fan to me."
Levi swallowed hard, his throat tightening under her hold. "N-No! I love your choreography! And your vocals! You're like the ultimate boss battle in human pop culture! I just wanted to see the magic in person, I swear!"
They didn't let him go.
Mira glanced over her shoulder at Rumi, her voice lowering to a dangerous murmur. "What should we do?"
Rumi (Levi's ultimate bias) glared at his form harshly.
Levi winced, his stomach flipping with dread as he began to murmur to himself, "Please, please, please, please don't tell Y/N-"
At those words, the idols tilted their head in confusion.
Zoey, still squatting at his level, tilted her head as though studying a particularly elusive puzzle. "Y/N? Why does that name sound familiar?" She asked, her voice suddenly sharp with renewed interest. The shift in her gaze felt like a predator locking onto its prey.
Levi's heart stuttered, his mind racing. "I-uh...she manages the Saja Boys, right? I-I've just heard of her!" The words spilled from his mouth, his voice trembling in a desperate attempt to deflect suspicion.
But the idols weren't convinced.
Rumi adjusted her earpiece and put away her sword, her voice a low hum. "We'll take him into our room. We'll interrogate him there."
Levi's stomach plummeted yet again. "I'm so dead..."
As the idols of HUNTR/X exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them, Levi knew there was no escaping now. He had just made the worst mistake of his existence.
Leviathan was not used to being at the mercy of anyone, let alone a group of his favorite K-pop idols. But here he was, trembling in a dimly lit room filled with the faint scent of hairspray and glitter. His hands were bound tightly to the chair, and he could feel the warmth of his cheeks flush with embarrassment. Mira's frost glare was locked on him, the pressure of her boot against his neck still fresh in his mind. Zoey and Rumi stood beside her, their expressions equally distrustful.
"You know, you've got some nerve sneaking around here, demon," Zoey purred, her molten chocolate eyes flicking to his lightstick, which he had still somehow clutched in his hand, even while tied up.
Levi whimpered. His usually smooth and confident tone was nowhere to be found. "I-I swear I wasn't planning anything bad! I just...I'm a fan! You don't understand! I've seen every one of your performances, your choreo, your vocals-" His voice broke. You're...you're....so cool!" And with that, Levi burst into tears and heart eyes (somehow at the same time).
Rumi raised a brow, inspecting him with an unsettlingly cool detachment. "I'm not sure if 'fangirl' is an adequate excuse for being a demon in our domain."
"I'm just a fangirl, please let me go-" Levi nearly screamed, then winced at how high-pitched his voice sounded. His whole body was shaking now, but not just from fear - something else was happening as well.
Mira, sensing his discomfort, leaned in closer. "You're leaking energy again. Demons don't usually give off such strong energy unless they're desperate. And you're acting desperate."
Levi was seconds away from hyperventilating (even more than he already was, that is), and that's when it happened. He felt his connection with you. He felt the channel vibrate with energy. He felt the link snap into place with the subtlety of a lightning bolt, and his entire body froze, his breath caught in his throat.
You.
You were feeling the waves of panic that he was sending through the pact.
His mind flashed to the last few weeks, to the way you'd always been there for him, how you struggled to fit into the Devildom when you first arrived, and how you'd never failed to sense his distress (especially after forming a pact with him). That would be his worst-case scenario. You finding out. You'd be furious.
He didn't even realize he was muttering aloud, "Please don't tell Y/N, please don't-"
Rumi, Mira, and Zoey exchanged glances. Rumi's expression grew sharper.
"Seriously, that name sounds so familiar-" Zoey said. "Why can't we tell her? What would happen if we did?"
Before Levi could respond, he felt the thudding pulse of anxiety and anger from across the venue. His eyes widened. You were definitely starting to feel it. He knew that you felt it. There's no way you didn't. And with how strong the connection felt, Levi knew that it was just a matter of time before you found him. It was impossible to hide from you.
The air in the HUNTR/X trailer was tense enough to cut with a blade.
Literally.
There were plenty of blades around (one of which was currently dangerously close to Leviathan's trembling cheek).
The trailer lights flickered, probably more from the ambient magic leaking out of Levi's body than from faulty wiring.
And then...
SLAM.
The trailer door burst open with the force of a thousand fans.
You stood in the doorway, eyes wide, fury radiating from you like a second skin. Your breathing was heavy, headset still clinging to one ear, clipboard clutched in a death grip.
"There you are!" You snapped, eyes locking immediately onto Levi's, who perked up like a puppy seeing its owner - if said puppy was tied to a chair and leaking supernatural fear sweat.
"Y-Y/N!" Levi wailed, tears doubling in speed. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Are you kidding me right now?" You barked, storming into the room. "Levi, what the hell!? I TOLD you NOT to come during the summit!"
"I know! I know!" He sobbed. "But they were performing Golden! With the pyro effects and the Rumi solo and-"
Mira stepped between you and Levi with a hard expression. "Hold on. You're Y/N!"
You froze. "...Yeah? Why does everyone keep saying that like I'm a cursed scroll?"
Rumi narrowed her eyes. "You're the manager for the Saja Boys."
You sighed. "Yes. Unfortunately, yes."
Zoey's brows drew together, and her voice was low. "You're the one who was crying about? The one we weren't supposed to tell? A freaking manager?"
You rubbed your temples, deeply regretting every life choice that had led to this exact moment. "Because he's an idiot who sneaks into places he shouldn't be. Levi is harmless. Mostly. I mean, he once destroyed a server because he lost in a gacha pull, but generally harmless."
Mira stared at you. "I don't sense demonic energy from you. But why are you here?"
You gave a weak laugh, gesturing at Levi. "Just a pact. Long story. Don't worry, I'm not a demon. I'm just chronically overworked and magically adjacent. I haven't slept in three days."
Zoey winced.
Rumi's eyes flicked to Levi. "None of this makes sense. First, a demon bulldozes his way into our concert-"
"He actually just wanted to watch you perform." You interrupted.
Glaring at you, Rumi continued, "and then he doesn't even try to fight back-"
"Like I said, completely harmless."
"And then you show, claiming that you're not a demon."
"Yup."
The girls looked at you, flabbergasted. You don't necessarily blame them. It was a weird ass pill to swallow.
"I assure you that I'm not here for any trouble, and neither is the guy you've got bound to that chair. Sure, he's a demon. And sure, he's one of the seven Demon Lords of the Devildom, and sure-"
"Wait, wait, wait-" Zoey cut in. "He's a Demon Lord? From the Devildom? Is that like below the Honmoon?"
"Uhhhh, yeah, sure, let's call it that." You said. "He's just the Avatar of Envy. Gamer extraordinaire. Simp for all things fictional."
Levi nodded, still weeping. "Can confirm."
Mira slashed her Weol-do forward, uncertainty and anger tainting her features. "If he really is all that, then why isn't he fighting back?"
You threw your clipboard onto the makeup table, where it landed with a clack. "Because he's a fan. He came here to see you. Not start a war. He wouldn't hurt you."
"He broke into a secure concert zone," Mira noted.
Increduously, you asked Levi, "Did you actually break in!?"
"No! I paid with human world cash for the concert tickets and the lightstick! I bought it legally! Look, it has the holographic authenticity sticker!"
The three HUNTR/X girls exchanged bewildered glances, clearly unsure what to make of this sobbing, nerdy disaster of a demon and this exhausted human who happened to be the manager of a wildly successful K-pop group (who also happened to be demons).
Rumi was the first to recover. "Still, he could be a threat."
"I'm not a threat!" Levi wailed. "You are! You almost shattered my spinal column!"
"You landed in a restricted area!"
"Because my scarf got stuck on a purse and I tripped-"
BOOM.
The door flew open for the second time that night.
This time, it was the Saja Boys.
All five of them.
Their stage gear was still on, glittering faintly in the dim trailer light. Jinu was at the front, fists clenched, and eyes blazing with the kind of fury reserved for Gwi Ma (though he would never express it to the being, of course).
"What the hell is going on!?" He shouted, scanning the room.
Romance immediately moved to your side, "Are you hurt?"
You waved him off, stunned (and tired). "No, I'm fine, but-wait, how did you know where I was?"
We felt your energy spike," Abby, the tallest of the group, said. "Also, you weren't responding in the group chat."
"Oh. Right."
"Baby, the youngest, pointed at Levi. "Who's that and why is he tied to a chair crying?"
"Long story," You said through a long sigh.
Mystery sidled up to you to pat your head.
Rumi, Mira, and Zoey all drew back at once, clearly alarmed by the sudden arrival of five more demons.
Mira hissed, "Why the hell are you demons here!?"
The tension spiked.
Baby stuck his tongue out at them. Abby and Jinu were too busy glaring to notice Mystery growling at the demon hunters. Romance was ready to whisk you away at the slightest hint of a fight.
The energy in the room transformed violently as Rumi darted to conjure her Sa-in-geom and Zoey curled her fingers around Daesinkal. Mira's heels scraped the floor as she positioned herself between them and Levi (and the Saja Boys).
Levi, for his part, looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.
"NO, NO, NO-" You hollered, waving your arms. "Nobody is fighting anyone!"
"Back off, Y/N..." Mira warned.
"Oh, you're not laying a hand on a single HAIR on our manager, crazy pink ass punk," Baby declared.
"Oh hell no, you did not insult my bestie like that, you ragtag wannabe maknae-" Zoey raged as she threw her weapons at the boys.
"Can everyone please stop and shut the fuck up for like two seconds!?" You screeched, officially done with anything supernatural in a 50-mile radius.
Dead silence fell.
You sighed, rubbing your face.
"Okay. Summary: Levi snuck in to see HUNTR/X perform. Got caught. Because he's a dunderhead-"
"Hey!"
"HE'S just obsessed with your group. I know. I don't get it either-"
"HEY, we've got great music!"
"Not what I meant, Zoey, now hush it. Anways. HUNTR/X girls assumed he was dangerous, which, fair, he is a demon after all. But he's not. I felt his panic through our pact. That's why I'm here."
Looking at the Saja Boys, you continued, "Levi is an old friend of mine. From the Devildom. Long story, definitely not getting into it now." Looking back at the girls, you gestured at the boys, "They were wondering where the hell I was and tracked me down. Now they're here."
Everyone stared.
"So that's everyone caught up."
Levi sniffled. "I was just gonna see the encore and leave...I even memorized the choreography for How It's Done. It's so catchy and addicting-"
"Levi. Not helping," You hissed.
Zoey was the first to crack. "You don't get paid enough for this, do you?"
"I really don't."
Author's Note: So, I was already mulling over this idea and how exactly I can execute it, when I saw a (post) made by @l3viat8an about wanting to see an Obey Me x Kpop Demon Hunters crossover. So, of course, I immediately started writing down what I had in my brain so far, and boy, did I have a lot of fun with this. It was definitely a little difficult to write, because I had like 6 different Saja Boys drafts that I was working on interchangeably (now 5 drafts), and so things were starting to go over my head a little.
I genuinely think there's so much that I can do with this crossover, because I feel like it gives me a chance to actually explore the ill tendencies of demons. Obey Me sort of desensitizes you to the fact that demons do evil shit, so it's a great opportunity to delve into that with this crossover. There's also a bunch of stuff that I've got planned for future chapters, and if you have any ideas, please comment or send in a request!
Thirteen: You can get your act together now, *smiling malevolently* because if you get a little careless, I'll take your spouse.
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About the new app, with the recent announcements it's starting to excite me, although I'd rather not have expectations. And it's funny how the โbold of you if you think Im gonna let you dieโ meme has come true.
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premise. as someone who's always believed in the term โtry and try again,โ (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)
...or, when you play hard to get with them.
โ ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.
warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.
a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity ๐ n MY FAVES RAHHH
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SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.
foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.
no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.
nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)
in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.
so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest giftโa jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) โi'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.โ
the utter silence that follows is torture to himโbut he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.
โi understand, mr. sunday.โ the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper โsunday!โ makes his face twitch. โbut please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.โ
(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)
when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at easeโbut it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.
instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.
it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.
and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).
โabsence makes the heart grow fonder,โ she says. โbut in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?โ
sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).
the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.
surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.
it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.
so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.
โwait, don't go to that gambler just yet.โ he's breathless, he's chaoticโand something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. โi... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.โ (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).
you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing afterโyou see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.
โplease.โ he says. almost begs. โi can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.โ
and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)
(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?
....no, most certainly not.)
if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful โfriendโ rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.
the first thing he notices is that you're kindโthough he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a โdid you get home safeโ or a โi bought you this because it reminded me of youโ; at this point, it was like you two were dating.
was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all dayโbecause that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).
(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friendโnever a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)
and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caringโso unlike himโthat aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.
if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you wouldโyou were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his armsโand that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?
so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.
and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coilingโmaking him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he justโsuddenly interrupt?!
(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)
he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine madeโhe never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.
so, he does something very unexpected.
at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.
โperhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC memberโwho is clearly head over heels in love with themโgiving them mixed signals.โ ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.
you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.
yes, he supposes he is the fool here. โah.โ
โyes, โah,โ indeed. now, let me propose a question.โ the purple-haired man says. โwill you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?โ
โ...what?โ
โthey will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.โ ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. โi can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.โ
...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.
(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.
โdid it work?โ he asks.
you laugh, โsplendidly.โ
indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.
โthat will teach him.โ)
as a quote unquote โold manโ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.
it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standardsโif your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his wayโand he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.
in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.
(โheh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.โ
and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, โi'm glad, general.โ it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.
that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.
โdid something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?โ
โi just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.โ)
now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the โhard to getโ part comes in.
it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interestโyou never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).
he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.
(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.
your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.
of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.
when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)
it's a little dishearteningโand while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.
it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.
he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.
....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.
when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.
so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?
a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily
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cw-: desperate Sunday, jealous Sunday, pleading Sunday, desperate reader, pleading reader, angst if you squint, fluff a bit
๐ authorsnote: This one's a bit long but it's honestly from the bottom of my heart, I've been desperate before, but never had it reciprocated...so in this one...Sunday gets what I never did...love โค๏ธ
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Sunday had been watching you for a while, your body language, and the man you were talking to, his body language. You seemed friendly enough, and he didn't like that.ย
Obviously he know you weren't trying to be overly friendly towards them, you had good intentions, keeping your husbands image and your own image upbeat. Butโฆthis man didn't seem to be talking to you just to be nice.ย
And he couldn't have thatโฆ
Sunday walked up and cleared his throat. "(Name)...you're needed elsewhere!" He lies through his teeth, and you know it immediately too. "Sorryโฆmyย wifeย is extremely busyโฆ" Taking your waist and guiding you away, you know exactly what was wrong.
Glancing at him you can see his little wings fluttering, almost seeming to fan his face, eyes narrowed with a dark determination.ย
Oh yeahโฆhe was jealousโฆ
Butโฆyou wereย so gladย he stepped in. Youย hatedย having to talk to the family and all their guests, you honestly just wanted to spend time with your husband!
"Thank the Aeons..." You whisper softly as he leads you to another part of the ballroom. "I was waiting for you to interveneโฆ"
Sunday chuckles quietly, pulling you flush against his chest. "I'm sorry my loveโฆI should've reacted quicker." He kisses your forehead gently.
"My precious girl..."
His free hand reached upwards, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as the other tightened around your waist more. Pressing soft kisses against your cheeks as you playfully pout.
The ballroom really was gorgeous, high ceilings, gold decor, and an elegant center. Music flowed around the room as did the chatter and buzz of the guests.ย
"May I have this dance?" You hum softly to him, reaching up to meet the hand behind your ear.ย
"And how could I ever refuse..?"
Sunday murmured, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed together. Both of his hands slipped onto your waist, fingers gently tracing along your sides as he began to lead you in a slow, romantic dance to the music around you.
As you both dance, you smile at him, a hazy smile, your eyes locking in a lovesick trance.ย
Sunday's golden gaze never left yours, his own expression melting into a soft and tender look. He twirled you around in a simple but elegant motion, before pulling you back towards him.
"You're so beautiful, my loveโฆsuch a wonderful, talented and gifted young womanโฆ" He whispered, tracing his thumb along your cheek lovingly.
"I'm so glad I'm your wife..." You mumble as you nuzzle your head into his chest. It wasn't a lie, you loved Sunday, he was great to you. You both truly were happy together, lifting each other up through the highs and lows.
He beamed cheerfully, nodding his head quickly and pulling you close so his chin rested on your head.
"And I'm so glad I'm yourย dear husband, it's an absolute honorโฆ"
Sunday's gaze flickered to the ceiling, observing the bright lights shining brilliantly over the dance floor.
He took a moment of silence before speaking once more.
"You're happy here, in the Family, yes? I'm treating you right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" You smile softly, tilting your head to the side as if giving him an invitation to open up.ย
"No reason, no reason at all."
Sunday hummed, his expression slightly faltering before he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
The wings along his head, as well as the halo were completely relaxed and still. However, the pearly white feathers along his wings trembled in agitation. It was the first time he was ever seen with emotions other than kindness and cheer in public.
"You're amazing Sunday, my love, never forget that..."ย You whisper, kissing his temple.
He sighed quietly, his embrace tight around you as he began whispering into your ear.
"I love you, you've been such a blessing. I adore you so much, the thought of losing you... it drives me mad.."
Sunday's tone was low and gentle, though he sounded desperate and clingy, as though if he let go of you for even a moment you'd disappear from him.
"Why would you lose me?" You hum as he twirls you again, trying to hide his watery eyes.ย
"... Don't leave me..."ย
He whispered quietly, his grasp tightening on your waist. Sunday's entire demeanor had shifted, from the friendly, charismatic representative of the Family he was portrayed as...
To a deeply insecure, paranoid and lovesick man, willing to do anything to keep you by his side.
"Sunday..." You kiss his cheek as you dance. "I'd never leave you..."
Your husband hummed quietly, his expression softening once more as your lips met his cheek. His embrace loosened, the once tight grip he had on you relaxing.
However, even thenโฆhe continued to cling onto you like an owl holding onto a branch, almost as though he were afraid of being abandoned by his precious one.
"Good, good.. I'd be lost without you, you know? My sweetโฆmy dear..."
He twirls you once again just to get you to smile, and you laugh softlyย
Sunday's expression visibly brightened at the sound of your laughter, he twirls you once again for the sake of hearing your laughter once more.
"I love your laughter, you should laugh more."
He commented quietly, his fingers gently trailing along your side as he guided you in the dance once more.
"My gorgeous love, my darling, my precious (Name)..."
You take his hand softly as you continue to waltz to the eerie but beautiful song playing in the background.ย
Sunday intertwined his fingers with yours, a loving expression in his soft golden gaze. He gently pulled you closer, to the point where your chest nearly touched his body.
"You're everything to meโฆ"
He whispered quietly, spinning you around once more before tugging you back towards him. This time he embraced you properly, pulling you close as he continued to dance with you.
"Sunday honey what's wrong?" You hum, noticing his eyes glancing around the ballroom.
"N-Nothing, nothing at all."
Sunday lied through his teeth. Though he held you closely against him, he found his attention elsewhere, his gaze fixated on the guest's in the hall. He seemed paranoid, worried someone would talk to you, that you would be stolen away from him.
"Sunday..." You whisper sternly, leaning up to breathe against his ear.ย
Sunday blinked rapidly, flinching and snapping his attention back to you as he realized what he had been doing.
"Mmnโฆ? Apologies, dearโฆI got distracted."
He muttered quietly, his expression softening as he met your eyes again. He flashed you a sheepish smile, though you could tell that look in his eyesโฆit was something akin to possessiveness.
"Honey..." You whisper, cupping his face with your soft hands. "Look at me...just me..."
"... Right, of course, my dearest... "
Sunday complied and averted his attention back to you. His expression visibly relaxed, his smile returning to his lips. However, his tone was still low and quiet, his golden eyes still fixated on youโฆyet it seemed as though he were on edge still.
He cupped your hand with his own, lifting it to his face again and pressing a gentle kiss against the palm of your hand.
"Listen to me..." You whisper. "I amย NEVERย leaving you...ever..." Your tone is deadly serious, you never sound like this. It scares himโฆyet also excites the angel looking man.
Sunday's expression softened further at your words, his shoulders visibly relaxing once more. A faint expression of gratitude and relief appeared on his face as he let out a quiet exhale.
He held you close, one hand resting on your back as the other cupped your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
"Of course.. I was being silly.. I should've never doubted you, my love."
His tone was much softer, though he still sounded quite clingyโฆ
"Sunday..." You whisper. "I know you think that someone's going to take me away from you..." Your hues gaze into him, almost seeming to interrogate him.ย
"It'sโฆit's irrational, perhaps.." Sunday whispered quietly, his gaze flickering to the side for a moment.
ย "But the thought of losing you, it scares me.. I would do anything to keep you to myself, you're mine, after all."
As he finished speaking, the possessive look in his eyes returned, a firm determination settling on his face as he grasped your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.
"Ok calm down crazy pants..." You tease, tip toeing up to press a kiss to his noseย
Sunday blinked rapidly in surprise, his face flushing a light red as you kissed his nose. He remained close, gently leaning his forehead against yours.
"...You're too cheeky, my love.."
He muttered. You could feel his breath against your lips, his gaze never leaving yours as he pulled you closer once more.
He twirls you once again before taking your waist and hand, waltzing you around the ballroom
Sunday spun you effortlessly in the dance, a pleasant smile plastered across his face as he kept you steady. The wings along his head continued to flutter and tremble as you danced with him, the faint white feathers appearing a mess.
He pulled you close once more, his grip on your hand firm and his grip on your waist gentle but warm. He seemed perfectly content with you in his grasp, as if that's where you always belonged.
"Don't leave me..." You echo him. This surprises him, you always seemed so secure, but here you were.ย
Just
Like
Him
"I won't, I won't.."
Sunday muttered quietly, pulling you close as he rested his chin on the top of your head. One of his hands gently slid up to rest in your hair, his fingers brushing through it gently as he kept you against him.
He inhaled quietly, before he wrapped his arms and wings around you, completely engulfing you with a tight embrace. "I'll never let you go.. Ever.."
"Promise?" You whisper, fluttering your eyes up at him.ย ย
"...Promise, my love. I promise..."
Sunday whispered quietly in return, wrapping his embrace around you tightly. You could hear his breathing quietly, his tone sounded nearly desperate.
"You're mine."
"And you are mine..." You hum, breathing softly against his lips.
"Yours."
Sunday muttered, his face moving down to let his lips ghost against your neck. He leaned in close, placing a gentle kiss against the spot, his fingers gently tracing along the length of your arms.
"I'm yours..."
He repeated in a gentle whisper, his expression visibly softening as he held you close. The embrace he had around you tightened, holding you in such a way that you were completely against him, wrapped in a warm embrace and tucked under his cream white wings.
"Yours..." You echo again. "Always yours..."
"Always."
Sunday repeated, gently burying his face into the crook of your neck as he held you. His embrace was still tight, the possessive and clingy look in his eyes appearing once again as he hugged you close to his body. A faint, content noise slipped from his lips as he stood there silently, keeping you against him in a warm embrace.
The song ends and people start to take a break from the dance floor. Yet the music continues. "Shall we have another dance?" You smile warmly.ย
"Of course, absolutely.."
Sunday mused quietly, flashing you a sweet smile in return. He pulled back from the warm embrace, grabbing your hand gently and intertwining his fingers with yours. His golden hues averted for a brief moment, looking down at your hand and the way your fingers intertwined with his
"Perfectโฆ" He'd muttered, bringing your hand up to his face and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.
"What is?" You tease, winking a quick bit.
"Hm?..."
Sunday snapped back to reality from his thoughts, having not realized he had spoken out loud. A sheepish smile appeared on his face upon realizing he had been caught staring.
"Ah.. nothing, dearest.. nothing."
He muttered, gently pulling you around the dance floor. His hands slid onto your waist, holding you in a proper waltz position as he began to dance with you once more.
As he dips you towards the ground before pulling you back up you kiss his nose quickly before he swings you softly
Sunday's expression lightens with an endearing smile, his face visibly flustering a bit at the kiss as he continued to lead you in the waltz.
His gaze remained on yours, his grip on your hand and waist firm as he kept you close to him, not once leaving you out of his sights.
"Perfect..." You echo him again.
"Mhm.."
Sunday muttered quietly in response, not letting his voice raise above a whisper. He gently pulled you closer, leaning his head forwards to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss was brief, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled back, his golden eyes fixated on yours.
He was completely entranced by you, enamored by every little thing you did.. He didn't want anyone else but you, having dedicated (willingly) his entire being to you.
"Hey how about we ditch?" You smirk softly, motioning to the grand ballroom doors, white and gold polish.
"Mm?.."
Sunday mumbled quietly, the words taking a second to sink in. A moment of silence fell between the two of you, before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
"Ah.. that's a lovely idea my dear."
He muttered in response, a faint glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He immediately began to lead you off the dance floor, grasping your hand firmly and slipping his other arm around your waist.
You giggle softly as you both leave the ballroom sneakily, trying to hold in your laughter. You felt like a little kid playing spies.ย ย
Sunday chuckled along, his pace quick yet stealthy. He held you close to him, the hand that wrapped around your waist pulling you even closer as he led you out of the ballroom. His golden gaze was fixated on the halls in front of the two of you, watching out to make sure no one had noticed the two of you sneaking away.
You giggle again as you peer around with him, it's like a game to you.
"We mustn't get caught, my love!.."
Sunday whispered, a teasing smirk growing on his face. He continued leading you down the halls of the hotel, keeping an eye out in case anyone who may recognize the two of you appeared. It seemed quiet though, the both of them having successfully made it out of the ballroom without being noticed.
As you make it out of the ballroom and into the courtyard you sigh heavily with relief.
Sunday exhaled in relief at the same time, letting out a quiet laugh. He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, gently pulling you in for another warm embrace.
"We made it, darling~"
He hummed, closing his eyes as he held you close to him. One hand gently reached up to caress your cheek.
"AeonsโฆI love you..." You whisperย
"I love you too my sweet, more than anything in this world.."
Sunday whispered in return, returning your whisper with one of his own. He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he held you tighter, pulling you against him again to bury his face into your shoulder again.
"... don't leave me...ever..." You keep whispering, even alone, you feel shy.ย
Sunday held tightly onto you, not leaving an inch between your body and his. His grip on you was firm yet warm, like he was holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
"I won'tโฆI won't ever, I'd rather die."
Sunday muttered quietly into your shoulder, his voice dropping into a whisper as he let out an exhale.
"Ok die is a stretch hon...if anything ever happened I wouldn't want you to feel lost without me" You tease.
Sunday blinked in surprise, quickly snapping back to reality upon realizing what he had said. His face quickly flushed a bright red and his hands flew up to cover his mouth as he stammered a mess of words.
"W-Wait no- nonono I-"
He muttered, flustered at the realization of his words.
"Phrasing, phrasing! I didn't mean die I just.."
He tried to correct himself, but his face continued to flush red.
"I know hon..." You smile, laughing at his flushed face.
Sunday went silent once more, his face still red as a tomato. After a few seconds of silence, he leaned closer and bent down to bury his face into your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held onto you tightly.
A moment of silence fell between the two of you once more. He mumbled something quietly, though it was muffled by your chest.
"What was that?" You hum gently, almost teasingly against his hair.ย
"Nothing, my love.. Justโฆyou're all I have, I wouldn't know what to do without you.."
Sunday mumbled quietly, looking upward as he leaned against you. His gaze was gentle and warm, a faint smile across his face.
"You're all I needโฆdon't need anyone elseโฆas long as you're here with me, I'm fine.."
"...wow you're putting me above Robin?" You scoff teasingly. "I'm telling~"
Sunday paused for a brief moment, a look of genuine surprise on his face. It was almost like he forgot he had a sister for a brief moment. He snapped back to reality soon after.
"Ah.. I-Of course I still care about my sister.."
He mumbled quietly, a sheepish look appearing on his face as he averted his gaze. He quickly leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, trying to change the subject.
I laugh softly and nod as I kiss his cheek back. "You betterโฆshe's my best friendโฆ"
"Yes but anywayโฆmy love, you're my everythingโฆyou're my worldโฆ"
Sunday muttered quietly in response, his cheeks still flushing a bright red as he leaned in to nuzzle gently against your cheek. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you once more as he gently buried his face into the crook of your neck.
"Sunday...I love you...never forget that...if anything ever happens, cross my heart it doesn't, just know I love you..." You giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to his head.
"I won'tโฆI promise, my loveโฆ" Sunday whispered softly, returning your whisper with a soft one of his own. He tightened his embrace around you, holding you gently yet firmly like you were the most precious thing in the world, and he was afraid to let you go.
His golden eyes flickered back to yours, staring directly into your eyes affectionately.ย
He was utterly and completely entranced in youโฆyou were everything.
You kiss his forehead and take his hand. "May I have one more dance?" You motion to the garden lights in the distance.
"Of course my love, of courseโฆ"
Sunday agreed wholeheartedly, his grip on your hand tightening as a gentle smile crept across his face. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, interlocking his fingers with yours as he led you into the garden.
The garden was dimly lit, with a faint romantic glow. Golden lights adorned the branches, their shine visible even in the darkness. It was just the two of youโฆalone with each other in the garden.
You smile softly as you begin to dance with each other. Sliding your hands behind his head to run your fingers through his hair.ย
Sunday's expression softens as you run your fingers through his hair, leaning his head forwards slightly as a content noise leaves his lips. His arms naturally gravitate towards you, wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him as the two of you continue to slow-dance in the garden
"I love you..." You whisper, a lovesick tone in your voice.
" I love you too, my dearestโฆ"
Sunday hummed quietly in response, his gaze fixated on yours as his eyes flicker across your face. A gentle smile was plastered on his face, his expression filled with love and affection. He held you close, one hand reaching up to gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he admired your beauty.
"I'm yours forever..."ย
"And I'm yours, till the end of time and even after." Sunday whispered back, holding you gently as he let out a exhale. He leaned forwards gently, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, filled with the purest intentions possible. He slowly pulled back from the kiss, placing another gentle kiss along your jaw, down to your neck and to your shoulder.
"Dammit that was a lot sweeter than what I said..." You scoff, teasing him, hoping to gain another kiss.
Sunday let out a soft chuckle, his cheeks heating up a bright red from your teasings. His arms remained wrapped around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, planting another gentle kiss on your collarbone and your shoulder.
"Is that so, my love?..."
He muttered in response, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.
cw-: lying Sunday, fluff, embarrassed boy, nervous boy ๐คญ
๐ authorsnote: I literally was supposed to post this three weeks ago I'm so sorry ๐ญ
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Sunday had...a certain fondness for shiny things...a rather childish and unanticipated flaw to his character, really. No matter how small, insignificant or worthless they were.
Perhaps it had something to do with the halovians' innate desire for attention and glory, that would explain it. Or maybe it was because he was like a bird. But whatever the case, he was rather drawn to the gleam of precious gems and glittery accessories.
He sometimes tries to snatch your jewelry, thinking that you wouldn't notice, but fails miserably and you find that adorable.
"Hey hon do you know where that necklace I was wearing yesterday went?" You hum, peeking into his office.
Your boyfriend is hard at work, staring at some papers with concentration as he writes on them.
Sunday looked at you through the corner of his eye. His eyes looked a bit panicked before he started to concentrate on his papers again, but at this moment, he was just pretending.
"No, I don't...why my love?"
He answered with a simple reply. He thought that might work, right?
"Oh really?" You smile as you lean against the doorway. "I was going to wear it to that event we need to go to tonight."
Sunday stayed silent. And for some reason, his face started to redden a bit.
He knew that you weren't a fool. Why did he even think that you didn't know he stole your jewelry? Sunday sighed.
"Fine."
He opened his left drawer to carefully pick up your necklace and hold it out to you. Blushing as he looks away.
You snicker walking forward to lean down and kiss his forehead. "I know you like shiny things baby...but try to work on it?" Your voice soothes his embarrassment a bit.
Sunday looks at you, his face going even redder when you kissed his forehead.
"Mhm...I will...sorry"
He answered softly. He definitely didn't want to admit that he had an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, but he knew you already learned his secret anyways.
"Now...do you know where my rings are?" You glance into his eyes, yours have a hint of amusement while his are just plain panic.
"N-No..."
Sunday looked away. You knew he was lying again. He was bad at it, and he knew that you probably knew he was acting. You couldn't help but find that adorable.
"You must have placed them in our room...maybe on the nightstand!" He stammers a bit with his lie.
This wasn't like him and he hated it, the lying was killing him even if it couldn't be helped. He knew you weren't mad, you were amused, you loved his obsessions. But he still felt out of control with himself.
"Okkk..." You hum before kissing his nose. "So if I were to...check my nightstand in an hour...would they be back?" Your eyes narrow playfully as they gaze into his.
He blushed again. He really wasn't good at lying. Especially to you...his lovely girlfriend.
"Y-yes."
He replied. Sunday still found it quite difficult to look at you in the eyes while he was embarrassed like this. Why did he even steal them in the first place?
"Alright my little dove..." You smile softly, walking to the door before stopping and looking over your shoulder. "Oh and I wanted to tell you that I hung the suit you'll be wearing up on your door for when you get ready."
"T-Thank you, darling."
Sunday sighed of relief. He thought that you were going to keep asking him for jewelry back, reminding him of his little habit for the rest of the day. Sunday stood and followed to the door to grab his suit.
He quickly decided to give you a kiss on the cheek as a way to apologize for his silly behaviour.
"Let me know when you want me to help tie your tie. I'll be in our room." You smile before walking down the corridor out of his sight.
"Mhm, will do."
Sunday let out a heavy breath. Now that you're out of his sight, he has time to collect himself. He can't stop thinking about the feeling of your skin on his lips.
His thoughts always go crazy when you're around.
After he starts to prepare himself for the event, reading over his speech, making quick changes. He finally slips his suit on before glancing into his office mirror and remembering his tie.
He walks down the corridor where you had walked a bit previously into your shared room.
Glancing in he notices you sitting at your vanity, clearly doing your last preparations as well. His eyes soften as he watches you, his beautiful dove.
Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey, darling? Do you mind helping out a bit?" Holding the tie up he blushes embarrassed.
"Hmm?" You hum looking over your shoulder and glance at his undone tie. A warm laugh escapes your lips before you nod. "Cmere honey."
He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your back. He looked at your neck, and decided to give a little peck to it. He then hid his face in your shoulders.
"I don't know why, but I feel quite embarrassed right now. I mean I should be able to do my own tie..." Sunday sighs softly. "Please Help me out, will you darling...?" He asked softly, his hot breath against your neck.
"Of course my love..." You hum, making quick work to turn around and start tying his tie.
His eyes catch a glint of light out of the corner of them. Glancing to your vanity he notices a pair of sparkly diamond earrings, ones he bought for you no doubt.
He caught himself looking at the earrings. But he was just so tempted to take them right now, but decided to try to restrain himself.
Sunday waited patiently for you to tie his tie. He found this kind of bonding with you wholesome...if only he wasn't thinking about those damned earrings.
He couldn't handle it anymore, so when you were distracted he used his arm length to his advantage and swiped the earrings, putting them in his pocket.
Sunday felt a sense of guilt, stealing your earrings, but he also felt satisfied. He had to act normal now, and hope you didn't notice he pocketed your earrings.
"All done!" You smile brightly as you turn to the mirror to show him. "God you look so handsome..."
His blush returns, even though he's used to your compliments...he can't ever get used to the notion that you're his. "Thank you, darling. You look absolutely stunning yourself."
He said, and gave you a smile. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your hair lightly.
You both stand there for a few minutes, gazing at the mirror and at each other. But eventually the silence had to be broken.
"Ok! Go grab your speech and we can head out!" You smile patting his chest. He nods softly before you watch him walk to the door.
Sunday was obviously trying to rush out of the room, with a sense of panic in his mind that maybe you somehow noticed the earrings he just swiped.
"Oh and Sunday?"
His body tenses as he places a hand on the doorway. He gulps a bit before turning to you. "Y-Yes honey?"
"Earrings please." You snicker before holding your hand out. Eyes amused instead of angry.
"You noticed...?"
He asked, looking at your hand nervously. He slowly reached for his pocket and took out the earrings, reaching to hand them to you while looking away. He was as red as a flame spawn...
"It's hard not to when you bumped my waist with your hand while trying to reach for them..." You roll your eyes playfully.
He looks down at the ground, his wings drooping a bit. You gently cup his face and tilt his head upwards a bit.
"I could never get mad at my cute little dove..." You kiss his cheek. "Its kinda cute..."
"Heh...you mean that?"
He let out a sigh of relief. At least you didn't get mad at him for stealing your jewelry. He still had a hint of curiosity in his eyes though, wondering just how much jewelry you had.
Instead of asking he just gave you a small peck on the nose.
"My little Halovian..." You chuckle softly. "Such a jewelry snatcher." Walking to the front door, slipping your heels on. "Is your sister also like this?"
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