Hella, can i request a Denji x Male reader, reader is a vocalist on denji's favorite metal band and they meet after a concert so they kinda hit it off from there?
𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓? ✷
𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖩𝖨 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍/𝐀
Denji didn't care much for music or celebrities. They were all irrelevant, something that didn't affect his goals. They were for normal people, those who didn't need to constantly fight for their dreams. Really, he couldn't care less.
But you were different.
From the moment he heard your voice, he was hooked. He'd never even remotely thought he'd be a metal fan but the way you screamed, the absolute energy you radiated was addicting.
It was a secret comfort to him. He'd hum your songs while working, driving everyone else insane as he sang the same ones repeatedly. Your voice was like a warm hug after a long day, always there as he finally lay down to rest.
He'd secretly buy your merch, your cd's, and listen to your band at every possible opportunity. He'd try to be subtle and deny everything with red cheeks whenever Power teased him about it.
It had taken countless attempts of bribery and offers to do the chores to convince her to come to the concert with him. The days leading up he'd been noticably distracted, practically vibrating with excitement.
The concert itself was better than he could even dream. You seemed to glow on stage, like it was where you were born to be. It was hypnotising how confident you were up there, swinging around as you sang, your throaty voice mesmerising. It was over far too soon for Denji's liking, he could listen to you for hours.
He danced and sang along until his voice was hoarse. He'd never felt so at peace, jumping along to the volume. He was out of breath by the end, sweaty but unable to hide his joy.
He was still basking in your sound when the concert had ended and people were milling about, drinking and chatting. The music was still echoing in his head, so absorbed he didn't notice the band coming to mingle in the crowd.
When you walked past Denji's heart skipped a beat. You met his eyes and instantly, he froze.
He didn't believe in love at first sight or anything but seeing you right in front of him, looking at him, after being a fan for so long left him starstruck. Power had wandered off somewhere, probably looking for food so it was just you and him.
'Hey.' You smiled warmly at him and his stomach flipped. He simply gaped at you, unable to believe this was really happening.
You took a step closer, brows lightly furrowed. 'You alright?'
Your voice was even more musical when you spoke, clear but soft as it rang out. He didn't know what to say, as if fanboying was a good answer. 'Yeah, yeah... I am.'
The boy in front of you looked a little off, eyes completely alert. You couldn't help but move closer to him, concerned. It didn't hurt that he was... really cute. He looked your age, and radiated boyish charm. His scruffy blond hair was wild and spiky, it was clear he'd been banging along to the music.
You licked your lips as you watched his reactions. 'Mind telling me a bit about yourself, sweetheart?'
He flushed beautifully, clearly not used to the attention. 'I'm Denji. I'm here with my friend Power... and I'm a Devil Hunter?'
Now it was your eyes that widened as you stepped forward and grabbed his hands excitedly. It was adorable how your eyes lit up. 'Woah, that's so cool! I don't think I've ever spoken to one before. Thank you for your hard work.' You bowed your head as Denji proudly grinned.
Denji was a goner. Absolutely head over heels. You dressed so punk, sang like a fallen angel but your personality? You'd been nothing but postively sweet since you'd started talking. If it was anyone else it would be sickening but with you, your smiles were nothing but natural and enchanting.
As he watched you with puppy eyes you couldn't help but reach into your pockets and pull out a ticket. 'Hey, I hope this doesnt sound conceited but you listen? It's the least I can do.'
His jaw dropped wordlessly as he stared at the slip in your hand hungrily. Could you not feel the absolute awe exuding from him? 'Yeah... yeah I do.'
You grinned as you held it out for him to take, smile only widening as he took it gently, not able to believe it was real.
'It's a VIP for tomorrow's show. I don't think you'll mind hearing it again.' You winked openly at him. 'Plus I'd love to talk to you some more.'
Denji nodded, gobsmacked. Whatever had made the universe be so generous he didnt know, but he sure as hell was going to take the opportunity. 'Sure. Same here.'
You patted him on the head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you walked pass. Electricity ran down his spine at the contact.
'I'll be looking for you!'
It was only as you walked away he realised he never got an autograph. He beamed cheek to cheek as he touched where your lips had ghosted, unable to believe his luck. He'd just have to ask tomorrow.
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"No way. No fuckin' way!"
Finn's crowing rang through the dingy alley and echoed up to the concrete overpass above. The rundown neighborhood was abandoned so late on a chill winter night, letting him enjoy the melancholy of cars rumbling overhead as a sluggish, fluffy-flaked snowfall coated the streets. He hadn't seen another soul on the way back to his hideout until the figure he'd just spotted in the distance—but he'd recognize that curly moptop anywhere.
Picking up the pace, he waved his arms as he trotted over, his grin wide and bright. "If it ain't Leo Valdez! Holy shit, man, are you a sight for sore eyes. Glad to see you're still alive and kickin' after all this time. What's it been? Two years? Three?"
Far shorter than it felt like, considering all that had happened since they'd last seen each other. Back then Finn had been an entirely different person, but damn, this kid hadn't aged a day! Was that a perk for all the world's magic kids? Lucky bastards.
"I wandered my way back to Pasadena on a whim a few weeks ago, but I sure never thought I'd run into you here again." He rubbed his hands together against the cold, blowing on his fingers before tucking them into the pockets of his tattered jacket. "You better not tell me you're squattin' in those same manufacturing plants again, or I just might think you missed me, too."
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