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𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩

(Platonic) Luke x Reader

Summary: I was awoken with my phone ringing with notifications. Turns out Luke just wanted to bake with me and have a late night treat.

Reader's POV:

I woke up at 8:47 am in the morning with my phone constantly keeps on beeping with messages. I groan in annoyance and picks up the phone to only see it was Luke who was messaging me. The little angel kept spamming me how he wanted to show me his new recipe.

Blinded by how adorable he is, I agreed. He told me to meet up at H.O.L's kitchen at midnight for beel not to eat the sweets.

After a few hours me and Luke finally met up at 12:09 am at night. I don't know how he snuck out without Simeon or Solomon noticing but he did.

"reader!" The cute boy said excitedly. "I'm so excited to show you this new recipe I found!" He whisper yelled. "Yknow, Luke, even though you're whisper yelling there's a chance they could still hear you.." I said with a slight smile, "oh no..Beel might wake up...!" He said. I shush him to keep quiet and I start pulling out all the cooking materials we need.

"First we need flour.." Luke grabbed the cup I filled with flour earlier and he poured it in a bowl. "3 or 2 eggs?" I asked. "3!" He said, excited to make the recipe for.. Cupcakes! Funfetti cupcakes.

"And.. We just wait for 30 minutes!" He said after I put the tray of cupcake batter inside the oven to let it bake. We chatted for that 30 minutes and the oven let out a 'beep!' To let us know time is up and we should take the funfetti cupcakes out. We got the cupcakes out of the oven and puts it on top of counter. We grabbed our icing materials and starts to put the icing on the cupcakes.

I made a minion type of cupcake and Luke made a kitten type of cupcake. I made a cupcake with the label "𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽" on it and Luke made an angel one with fondant wings and halo. We continued making different types of decorations while laughing at how some of the icing got on our faces. I gently wipe off icing on Luke's face with my thumb and he smiles at me.

After we decorated I took a pic of it and saved it for the morning to show. We started to eat the cupcakes happily. Of course, we had to leave some for the others --I had to convince Luke to--.

Even though I did not get much sleep, I still enjoyed it. And so did the others in the morning.

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~Masterlist~

I'm just putting this here and I'm not expecting someone to read it. Also I'm sorry for the grammar and if he is ooc

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚

Albedo x fem! Reader (short story)

Reader POV:

It was the first day and I am SO nervous. I went inside my first class, Science, with shaking hands from how nervous I was. I stood next to my teacher, Ms. Ningguang. I asked "ERM.. Where is my seat.. Miss..?" "Call me Ms. Ningguang but for short Ms. Ning." I nod as she told me. "Your seat is.. Over next to Mr. Albedo." She points where the seat is and my face quickly turned red as I looked at my new seatmate.

I went to the seat and sat down beside him. He looked at me curiously and asks "And who are you? " he asks with a rather soft tone. I blush as I look at his blue cold yet soft eyes and say "I am ______.. " I say quietly but he still heard what I said.

Albedo's POV:

I notice a girl walking towards the empty seat on my right and she sat down. I asked curiously "and who are you?" I said looking at her and my eyes soften as I realize how beautiful she is. She says "I'm ______.. " she said it quietly but I heard it. "What a pretty name for a rather pretty girl." I smile at her.

"T-Thank you. " she says and I chuckle at how adorable she is.

Reader's POV:

"What a pretty name for a rather pretty girl." He smiles at me and I blush as I say "T-Thank you. " He just chuckled and I blushed even harder.

Both thoughts:

'This will be an amazing year.."

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Why would I open my requests you ask? Even if I don't have anyone to give me requests? Cause I'm bored and I this thing called HOPE.

— You are my favorite ‘what if’.

Summary: You’ve been frequenting a small bar on a hidden corner of town, and not because of its drinks, but because of the cute musician that performs there. Will tonight be the one in which yours and his fates cross?

Characters: Kaedehara Kazuha x gender neutral reader.

Word count: 1k.

Tags: fluff, crushes, modern au.

Author’s note: the biggest thanks to my dearest friend @bunny-rambles who made possible this piece was written in the first place. The very last sentence on this fic (you’ll find in boldened and in italics) is by her, so go show Bunny some love, yeah? This is also the first part of what I wish can become a series.

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Tonight, the pub is particularly empty, with only some of the most loyal regulars occupying the dark wooden tables.

You take another sip from your drink, waiting for the moment he takes the stage.

You remember him well, how could you not, when he’s the sole reason you keep frequenting this local at ungodly hours? when he’s the one you daydream about on your moments of idle solitude?

His singing voice, gentle face, and first name are all you have to keep you company, once the clock strikes the am’s and his fingers stop strumming the guitar.

A few feet away from you, careful steps pad against the floorboards of the modest stage. Yet run down and wasted wood could never overshadow him.

Scarlet eyes, gentle albeit burning with passion scan the small crowd. Translucent snowy curtains partially covering them, his soft looking locks tied in a little side ponytail.

With one hand, he takes the mic, as the other is delicately poised on the cords of his red guitar.

No preamble or salutation is needed, the public goes silent, listening and looking in awe when he starts to sing.

The songs he plays are unknown to you, you’ve wondered more than once if they are composed and written by him, but then again, you don’t know a great deal of artists to begin with, so you let the idea go.

And though new every time, there is a calming nostalgic nature to his lyrics and melody; in this hidden bar, that wakes only after the sun has set, and that sees no light other than the few lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, it’s as if you return home. A new one, novel but familiar, drawing you in, shining a light in the monotony of your days.

Kazuha. That’s his name.

You get lost in him, in the contrast of his maroon t-shirt against the pallor of his hair, swaying in an almost hypnotizing way with his every move; sweat coats his skin, lashes that remind you of starlight hooding his crimson eyes.

And his voice. So angelic and soothing, full of emotion written in verse in between the lines he pours his heart into.

Kazuha.

What kind of person is he outside this stage? You would like to know.

Right now, however, admiring him from the front row seems enough.

Or so you thought, until the moment his eyes met yours.

Maybe it was your wishful thinking in that instant. You’d call it a hunch years later.

But, in that millisecond, stars collided, a nebula spelling out how you wouldn’t walk away that night without yours and Kazuha’s paths crossing.

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As faraway stars begin to fade in the afterparty reflections of the sun to rise, his performance comes to an end.

Very few people linger by that time, but usually some night owls are still left when dawn approaches.

Apparently, today is the exception.

So you find out, after a few seconds of clapping alone.

Looking around, you stop midway, when you see this crowd is a one person audience.

What time is it, you wonder? Did you really stay that long?

As you scramble to reach for your phone, an airy chuckle makes you pause.

“I’m glad you seemed to like my performance.” Kazuha says as he sits on the floor of the dais, slinging out his guitar over his head, carefully resting it by his side. “You looked happy, so I kept playing.”

He gives you a closed eyed smile, titling his head to the side. And you know how delusional you are the instant you wish you could brush his fluffy hair away from his face.

“Y-you… I- d-did I really… stay that long?” Heat rises to your face, while you quickly pull out (and almost drop) your phone.

5:29 am, it reads.

Kazuha offers you a soft apologetic smile. Then:

“You did, you seemed to enjoy yourself too, so I just went on for a little longer.”

Your eyes widen at his answer. Did he really keep playing because of you?

“I-I’m so sorry!” You croak out, your voice sounding small and breathy. “I didn’t realize… I’m so sorry, you didn’t have to.. gosh you did overtime… I’m… my apologies.”

“No need, dove.” He chuckles, your heart tangling in the honey of his gentle words, its pace spiking at the nickname. “No matter how small the audience, I always love offering my songs.” His autumn eyes meet yours for the second time tonight. “I’ve seen you around before, so I take it you like my gigs?”

All you can do is nod, words catching in your throat, the fact the boy you’ve dreamed of for weeks is talking too you, still drifting in between fantasy and reality.

Another one of his melodious giggles. Afterwards, he adds:

“I don’t think I’ve caught your name, though?”

You tell him, and he repeats it twice. You think maybe you’d like to hear him sing it one day.

“I’m Kaedehara Kazuha.” He extends a hand to you. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

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“Will I see you again?” Kazuha asks, leaning on the doorframe of the establishment, as you put on your coat to leave.

The horizon is dyeing itself in the pink embers of early morning, tender sunbeams streaming in, illuminating beautifully this kind boy who loves making music, and that now awaits expectantly for your answer.

He hopes you say yes.

‘Yes’ is the only response dancing on your mind.

“Of course.” A shy smile tugs at your lips when his eyes light up in excitement. “That’s a promise.” You add, before stepping into the reality of your day to day life again.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Kazuha closes the door of the local, leaning against it, still dazed.

He just talked to the cute stranger he noticed a while ago, and that has been visiting his most pleasant dreams.

What if he fell in love? Kazuha wonders.

“What if you already are?” His heart whispers back.

It was rather suspicious that after that night, the modern poet’s songs started to shift into ballads, lyrics that chanted of a stranger in the early hours of the morning - and the soft curve of their smile in a dimly lit room.

I just woke up and the time is like 7:44 am and school starts at 9..i rlly want to skip school but my mom will have my ass if I do ;-;

𖦹 XiAO & KAZUHA USERS .ᐟ

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