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a cry from the past, a call from the future w/ luxiem

✧ luxiem x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: a painful memory doesn't have to remain a memory forever, right?

✧ content: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of character death, some scenarios have open endings, paragaphs and sentences writtin in italic indicate past conversations, most of luca's and mysta's scenarios are written in the past!

✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.

✧ a/n: hi. (insert the one meme of the hamster doing the peace sign). the outfits did give me some sort of inspiration to write these short drabbles for each guy, although my motivation in general is low in general for them. but either way i hope ya'll will come to like em! thank ya'll for your patience !!

p.s: shu's and voxs' scenarios are way longer than the other 3 because ideas for them comes easier with these sort of scenarios

As much as Shu tells everyone he doesn't like lying, he will always without a doubt tell one white lie to each person asking him about his past.

"Oh, I was teleported to this world when I was quite young! I barely remember my own world at this point!"

That was the white lie Shu would always go by. But now he's gazing at himself at the mirror at the corner of his room, high ponytail and various paper shikigamis floating around him as he heaves a sigh. He knew it would be a futile attempt, but reverting back to his own form would be his best shot at trying to do what has taken him years to do ever since he first got to this world.

"You know you look way scarier when you're all dolled up in your usual sorcerer form," the sorcerer in question merely chuckles at your comment, setting down the scroll he was reading before leaning over to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, "That is its primary purpose, so I'm glad it has that effect even if it's on you," he says, "Oh so it's only for decoration purposes?" you ask with a grin, your lover shaking his head with a playful roll of his eyes.

"Of course not, every clothing is fused with more concentrated mana, to the point I even have to seal some off to not make it all fly out of control if something were to happen," Shu informs, pointing towards the mark on his forehead, "There's a certain time warping spell I want to try. It's forbidden, but we could care less about that," he says, to which you only hum as the you glance over the garden, where his parents are busy drawing out an array, "... Ominious," you mutter.

Shu stops for a second, glancing over at you before back at his parents, letting out a long hum before tapping you on the shoulder to get your attention, leaning down to peck your head, "Nothing's going to happen, I promise," he reassures, to which you only laugh with a bitter smile, "Better not, if something did you knew I would wait after all."

It was his idea.

And something did happen.

When the sorcerer felt himself getting sucked into whatever wormhole he had created, parents long sucked before him since they were the closest when it first opened up. Shu struggled to turn around to look after your form, hand stretching out to reach for your hand that was reaching out for his own, "[Name]...!"

And that's how he found himself in his current predicament, years later after he was dumped into a more modern world and away from you. Years of testing out magic in his more normal form to make sure that when he's in his prime form, he can manipulate the space for one purpose and one purpose only.

He doesn't know if his real world runs on a different timeline than the current world he's residing in. He hopes not, but either way he just have to know if you were okay.

"They can't be that mad can they?" he mutters with a dry laugh. Taking a deep breath, Shu stars rechanting the mantra he had done all those years ago when he first separated from you. And as he sees the wormhole gradually create an image of his former world, he sees the familiar figure at his own house cleaning the garden.

At least he confirmed that his old world and current world ran on the same yearspan.

The person in question were somehow able to feel his gaze on them and looked up with furrowed eyebrows. The sorcerer can only let out a choked laugh when he sees your eyes, once void of emotion light up in surprise. And Shu can only give a wry smile in response to your shock because every bone in his body is screaming in pain.

"I finally got you."

"I still don't know why I have to dress up like this," Ike comments, and you merely glance back at the male whose looking at himself on the full length mirror, twisting his body back and forth to look over every detail "Isn't it... too white?" he questions in the end.

You merely snort at the choice of words, placing his beloved beret back on the shelf before walking up to his back, adjusting the blue scarf and peeking at him from the side, "Well it's a more extravagant book fair, no? You're even going to promote some of your own work there, I would rather you stand out a tiny bit instead of blending in the with the crowd."

"I look like a bride," he says with a chuckle, "Even better on the eyes then," you retort, telling him to bend down a bit so you can clasp on the earrings, "There, all ready," you whisper, leaning in to peck his cheek.

"Have fun, alright? And if it get's too late then just stay at a nearby inn. I would hate for you to walk back home alone."

Ike did have fun. And he did stay at the fair later than usual, so he ended up staying at an inn. And the next time he woke up, he woke up in a room he was unfamiliar to, and a street vastly different from his own.

Sometimes he wonders, if he had chosen to take the extra time to trek his way home. Would you have also arrived in the future with him?

The pristine white clothes that he usually wear somehow became the only memory he had left of you from the past, but even he admits that he stands out way more than he should in these type of clothings. He had asked Shu if there were any way of getting his old clothes back, the sorcerer merely asking if he had a reference at hand.

Said reference was hidden behind a single journal that was always strapped to Ike, to which he fished out the blue hard covered book and flipped to the last page. A single photograph that was on the brink of fading was given to Shu, in it which were himself in his usual attire and you, brightly grinning towards the lens. It was the last memory he had of you besides the outfit he was currently wearing.

If he sensed the mood drop, Shu didn't comment, but he did merely tell Ike to switch to some clothes he wouldn't mind losing. To which he did, and once he were freshly changed, Shu had merely snapped his fingers and the clothes were replaced with the exact same clothes that he wore on the picture, "I'm no fairy godmother, but I can at least do neat tricks like that," Shu said with a laugh, giving him a smile filled with pity.

"Why not take a walk outside?" he suggested, to which Ike only heaved a sigh before nodding with a small smile. Once outside, Shu had suggested going to a flea market that sold a few antique trinkets. And as the duo parted ways to browse various stalls, Ikecame across a stall that sold some old books, the pages weathered with time and the spines crooked from years of usage.

The person behind the mountain of books greeted them cheerfully, but Ike was too absorbed in browsing that he didn't take note of them, "Hey that's a pretty neat beret, I have a similar one at home!" they said, and Ike looked up to give them his thanks when his breath hitched.

Why did the person in front of him look like the spitting image of you?

"Ohh, a leather jacket! What's the occasion for?" Luca asks with a bright smile when he sees the leather jacket with a fur trimming by the collar. You had given to him right before starting to clean up the blood on his face before disinfecting the smaller cuts over his body, the man before you hardly flinching as he twists the jacket around to get a proper look and rubbing his cheek against the fur.

You give the strap on his left thigh two taps and then gun holster by his chest area another tap, "These two, and because you tend to just waltz out there for every confrontation with your bare arms out. For a mafia boss you sure like to leave every skin vulnerable, hmm? Not even a proper dress or suit even," you huff, pressing down hard at a particular deep cut by his forearm which makes Luca yelp.

"I didn't expect there to be that many! We had agreed that it would be a private meeting after all!" he whines, trying to appease you by giving you his usual innocent look, to which you merely push the sunglasses resting on top of his head back over his eyes to ignore direct eye contact, "Besides, you said you liked seeing my muscles!"

"It wasn't an open invitation for you to prance around every meeting and affair within the mafia showing them off though?" you retorted, tying the bandages you wrapped around him properly before you sit back, glaring at him to which he only shrinks away.

Mafia boss or not, one should always be scared whenever they have angered their lover.

"I'll make it up to you! You want some new clothes? Maybe we can visit that one restaurant you have always wanted to go to! What about I take a week break and we can go on a trip, or-"

"How about we go and get you a suit?" you suggest, which makes Luca stop in his tracks and cock his head to the side, "But that's not a gift for you though?"

"The reason why so many other organizations think you're such an easy target is because you make yourself look so easy to target. No intimidation per say, since you're not exactly decked out in tattoos either which has somehow become a normalcy here," you snort at the last sentence. Knowing he can't appease you, Luca merely grins before wrapping his arms around your waist and shuffling you away from your seat at the table to his lap, "Then why don't we go immediately tomorrow? And then we can take a walk around the city for a date?" he pleads, and you merely chuckle, brushing aside his hair, "Sure."

Luca has never been so grateful for whatever 6th sense activated that day that implored him to grab you along with him to go suit shopping although you had only mentioned it in passing.

How could he know that a wormhole would open right in front of the two of you along with the detective that had a vice grip on him at that time?

Either way, he was sure he would've been a lot more lost if you weren't there for him. And as he blinks his eyes open to greet another morning, he's met with the sight of you peacefully sleeping beside him.

And he smiles, sure life is a lot more relaxed and mundane now (for the most part) but at least you're there with him.

"Didn't you say you were going to go with a more inconspicuous look?" Mysta turned his head when he heard you voice from the door, cocking an eyebrow as he looked at himself once again, "Isn't this pretty inconspicuous?" he asked back.

You blinked without saying a word, waiting for him to crack a joke like he usually did, but then you realized he was dead serious and let out a snort, "Hon, I don't know where you got that hat custom made, but surely prancing around the city with fox ears wouldn't be considered blending in with the crowd?" you ask, redirecting your gaze towards to another hat with said fox ears, only much smaller in size and a more nuanced colour, "Especially if it's bright orange?"

Mysta huffed, turning around to properly face you with a waving finger, "You don't understand, this is fashion!" he argues, and you merely sigh with a shake of your head, "Fashion that will take a few months for people to wear gradually, not immediately decked out in it," you say, but you do look him up and down before whistling lowly, "It does suit you though," you praise, "But it's also godawful if your plan was to try to catch that aforementioned thief you've been tailing for months now."

"I mean, if I do stand out and he sees me then he will flee, that will do something for this case," he retorts back, to which you shrug, "Valid point, do be careful though," you finish, grabbing the pure white jacket that still smells fresh and casting it over his shoulders, "Try not to run so fast that your jacket falls off then, hmm?" you remind him, leaning in to give him a kiss on the neck, the detective shrinking away from the ticklish sensation.

"Of course, be prepared for this because tonight is the night I catch him!"

Mysta Rias doesn't remember a lot after that evening, he did remember catching the thief - but said thief also vehemently denied that he was a thief and tried to pin the blame on someone else. But as they were mid-argument, he felt a powerful force drag him somewhere - somewhere away from where he was, and away from everyone he loved.

It was dark after that, Mysta remembers almost close to nothing after his world blackened. He can feel his legs walking, but no matter where he turned and walked, he saw no end to the endless darkness.

He just knows he's alone - and away from the people he loved with his entire being.

He doesn't know how long he kept walking, but eventually he saw something bright, something beckoning him to come closer, but just as he reached it - everything blinded him.

"Hey sleepyhead, why don't you wake up already?" he wakes up with a start, the person before him yelping at the abrupt action, "Jesus christ, Mysta. Don't scare me like that!"

His sullen eyes brightened, immediately recognizing your voice and he stammers out, "H-How? W-Why, do you know who I am?!"

"Yes, a drunk person at the bar I work at who gave me your name when you came and immediately asked for a whiskey before passing out?"

And every hope he had just becomes crushed at your dismissal, planting his face back on the bar table.

"... I'm joking, it's me, I'm sorry for scaring you," Mysta huffs, merely turning his face to the side, "I already knew, but that was a terrible joke."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Hey, can I ask for a favor?" Vox hums, a silent affirmation to your question without speaking much, but he does glance over to your form by the bedroom door with raised eyebrows.

"... Can you turn into your true form for me?" you mutter out after a silent pause, Voxs' eyes widening in surprise and a surprised silence falls over the room. Ever since the fated day you had indeed revealed to be one of the clan members from all those years ago who died under the fire along with his other clan members, Vox had assumed that the two of you would eventually talk about that time.

He didn't however expect for you to ask him to don his true skin that he used to show back in those days. Vox had long abandoned trying to look like the intimidating demon he was once he failed to protect all of you, almost ashamed of seeing his true form that would always remind him of his failure.

If he was distraught by the request, he certainly didn't show it. Merely putting away his phone before gesturing you over, and once you were right between his legs he gently took a hold of your wrists to place them on his shoulders before his hands settled on your waist, "Not that I particulary mind, but why the sudden request to see?" he asks.

You're silent for a moment, merely admiring his features that look more humane than before, "... For old times sakes I guess. You did run away from me every time we met after all," you point out, the demon looking away from your knowing gaze in guilt, "I already apologized for that numerous times, dear," he sighs, at this point you've made yourself comfortable on his lap, and Vox rests one hand on your thigh as he leans his head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

"... It's also fine if you're not-"

"Close your eyes for me then, please?" Vox whispers in the end, which makes your breath hitch. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes with the small whisper of, "Thank you, my lord."

You're aware it has merely gone a few seconds after you've closed them, but it feels like hours. Your body was tense from anticipation that you visibly jerk away once Vox puts a hand on your cheek, a silent confirmation that you can open your eyes again.

"Hey- stop tugging at my horns, they're going to fall off," you let out a laugh, continuing to rub the horns and drag his head closer to you to get a proper look at the horns, totally ignoring the warning in his tone, "I can't help it my lord, they're just so beautiful I have to touch," you explain.

"No one else would dare try to touch these, you know?" Vox comments, but you only hum in response, letting your hands fall back down onto his shoulders, "But I'm a special case, aren't I?" you joke.

Vox didn't give you an answer.

"Haha, they're still as beautiful as back then," was your only comment, but your gaze wasn't directed at the horns Vox remembers you adored so much, neither were your hands on his horns.

Your hands were rather cupping his cheeks, thumb brushing over his skin while your gaze was softly staring back at his own widened ones, "At least someone still loves my true form," he chuckles, and you merely snort before resting your face on the crook of his neck.

"My lord, I can assure you. The thousands of followers you've gathered once again will surely love your true form as well," you start, chuckling when Voxs' embrace tightened around you, "But I'll make sure to savor the moment I have with your true form until the day you're ready to show them."

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