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hymn of the high seas, chapter 9

fic title: hymn of the high seas

keywords: pirate au, siren au, enemies to friends to lovers, fem!reader, siren reader, pirate ateez, hurt/comfort, fluff

relationships: romantic y/n x wooyoung, platonic ot8 x y/n

general warnings: language, violence (the characters have potty mouths), mentions of blood and death, mentions/depictions of drowning, depictions of drinking and mentions of alchohol, possible suggestive themes in the future but nothing explicit most likely, tba probably but it’s a pirate au so stereotypical stuff that might come along with that i guess

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Dite (reader)

Night had fallen, but Dite found herself unable to sleep. After making a rather pathetic attempt at it, only managing to nearly fall off her hammock from all the tossing and turning, Dite had just gotten up and dragged Jongho, who was on babysitting duty, outside to the deck.

Yunho had noticed the two coming out from the belowdecks, waving at them from his spot in the crow’s nest and told them to come up. Thus, the three of them now sat there, Dite sandwiched between the two men. They were still in the hot heart of the summer, so the night was warm. She felt the bare skin of her legs sticking to the wood she sat on — it had been so hot she had decided to forgo from wearing pants. The shirt she wore, probably belonging to one of the male crew members, was so long it reached her mid-thigh anyway. A warm breeze blew into the ship’s sails and tousled her hair gently. 

Despite the serenity of the night, Dite’s thoughts were reeling. The words the soul fragment in the Tear had spoken had returned to her in the aftermath of the confrontation with the navy officer. She couldn’t wrap her head around the meaning of the words. Not mine, it had said. Of course, Dite knew she differed from her family in aspects other than her outer appearance. She just hadn’t expected those differences to be so major that her own supposed goddess wouldn’t claim her.

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jennie’s choice: cat paw game!

SEE YOU SOON. (NRK)

⊱ REQUESTED BY: @rinhyun (💌)

⊱ SYNOPSIS: Whilst watching your friend walk away to chase his dreams, you realized this was the first time such simple words like "see you soon" felt so heavy to utter.

⊱ TYPE OF WORK: oneshot/fic.

⊱ GENRE: angst, unrequited love, childhood best friends to long distance friends.

⊱ PAIRING: nishimura riki x fem!reader.

⊱ WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ words.

⊱ WARNINGS: usages of japanese terms (honorifics and nicknames such as kaa-san, etc.), this is set around the time before the events of i-land.

⊱ AUTHOR'S NOTE: i decided to fit your idea into a more realistic trope (since riki leaving for korea actually happened in real life), i hope you'll like this! credits to my beloved ren @mygnolia for beta reading this for me when i felt like my writing skills have rusted REN IS THE TRUEST MVP IN MY HEART ☝️ /lh

There were a lot of perks that entailed being Nishimura Riki's best friend; or 'bestest friend', as he'd like to call you jokingly.

One of them was that you would need to have a strong immunity to his tendencies of pulling pranks on you; most of them were harmless and somehow, you never minded them.

Whenever Riki would pull little pranks on you, the way his eyes crinkled into crescents as laughter bubbled up from his mouth like soda pop often made you look at him with a fond yet exasperated look.

Besides the occasional pranks, the other perk was getting to listen to him talk on and on about his dreams — of course, the latter was a given.

Everybody knew Nishimura Riki was ambitious; the vigor as he reached out for his dreams, the glint in his eyes, the passion in his heart.

Riki had always been there in your memories. You were his best friend since childhood; you still remembered the first time you met him, shyly hiding behind your mother's legs when she introduced you to the boy that would end up becoming your dearest friend for years.

Riding a bicycle for the first time together, jumping in puddles together, discovering music together… watching Riki join a dance academy whilst you tried your best at studying.

Yet, even someone like you stood meek in comparison to his desire to shine on a stage. You thought that if you pretended the feelings weren't there, they would go away — but they didn't, they never did.

You tried, you really did; but how could you look away when he always gave you that stupid grin? When he always bought extra snacks for you after school because he knew how hard you've been working? When his laughter always sent butterflies flying around in your stomach?

Even after all these years, you couldn't look away.

You knew he didn't feel the same way, but staying beside him was already enough for you. But deep down, you knew; one day, Riki would travel away to chase his dreams and leave.

And you were right.

The sound of luggages being dragged around and the rustlings of people getting up from their seats felt like a taunting ambience to your ears. You could barely register whatever announcement the voice from the intercom was saying. Your mind was buzzing with anticipation, and it was not the good kind.

"(Y/N), you alright there?"

The feeling of a hand resting itself on your head brought you out of your daydream. You almost forgot that the very same boy who had been occupying your mind was here, sitting right beside you.

Riki peered into your face with a raised eyebrow, he was actually a little concerned when he noticed you hadn't been talking as much as you usually would.

Weird, he couldn't place his hands on it. Was there something bothering you? Were you not feeling well? He wanted to ask, but his lips were too frozen to move.

It was unusual of him, Riki was known for his straightforwardness, after all. But for some reason, there was this weight inside his chest that prevented him from asking you directly. He didn't know why either, but you looked so... sombre.

You lifted your head to look at him with a rueful smile as a response. "H-huh? Yeah, I'm okay." That bleak smile of yours didn't sit well with him, you could tell. You didn't mean to make him worried, you were just too immersed inside your thoughts.

But today was supposed to be one of the happiest moments in his life. You didn't want to let your feelings ruin that for him… maybe, it wouldn't hurt to pretend for his sake, would it?

"I'm just kinda sad to see you go, you know?" You put on your best smile, the best one you could muster whilst ignoring your aching heart.

Although, in all honesty, you didn't know whether you said them to reassure Riki or you were just beating around the bushes about your own conflicted feelings. It truly is hard being in love with your own best friend when he's leaving for another country, isn't it?

Riki seemed convinced by your little act, however, he returned your grin with a smile of his own. But before any of you could say anything more, the intercom cut through — this time, with an announcement that shattered your mask of happiness for a split second.

"Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight JL2157 to South Korea. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready for departure. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you."

If a few moments before, the light left in your eyes was barely flickering; then, that light was now gone completely.

"Oh, that's my flight." Riki muttered quietly, looking down at the watch on his wrist while the other hand grabbed onto the handle of his luggage.

It's really happening, he's leaving.

This was the moment Riki was waiting for his entire life. You, as his best friend, should know this better than anyone. Yet, why… just, why does it hurt so much?

"Seems like you have to get ready to see me on television soon, huh." Riki stood up from his seat with that same smile on his face. Excitement, elation, and nervousness — all of them were so evident on his face, so evident to the point it pained you.

You didn't even know if you could keep up this facade of happiness any longer. A feeble nod was all you could manage to give to him.

"Riki-kun, there you are!"

Just in time as Riki's mother, the same woman who you grew to look up to ever since you were a kid who always tripped on the stairs, came hurrying towards the both of you with hasty steps.

She had gone to the restroom for a while, leaving you and Riki alone only minutes ago. But those brief moments between the two of you were already broken by the announcement earlier.

Although you might've underestimated her hasty pace, because in just a blink of an eye, she was already engulfing Riki in a tight hug.

"Kaa-san— oof!"

The aforementioned boy let out a suffocated yelp from the embrace, yet he returned his mother's affection all the same. "Make sure you text us when you get there safely, okay?" She planted her face onto his shoulder with a sniffle, almost as if she was holding herself back from crying.

"Mm, I will." Riki's voice was a reassuring whisper. But your eyes were too busy gazing upon his face one more time, silently etching his features into your memories.

Who were you kidding? You had done this exact thing hundreds of times before. But this might be the last time you did so when he was still within your reach. You didn't even realize you had been staring at him until Riki held out his fist towards you.

A friendly gesture that was always a tradition between the two of you — such a shame this might be the last time you would do this after a long while.

"Fistbump?" Riki tilted his head to the side, that same soft smile playing on his lips as he signaled towards his extended fist.

If only this weren't such a poignant moment, you would've teased him; you would've said that having a smile on his face was a foreign look.

But you could barely even gather the strength to smile back at him right now, much less tease him whilst you were already trying not to break down and let your feelings for him explode like a bursting dam.

At least, one fistbump wouldn't hurt.

"Fistbump," you affirmed, bringing your fist to collide against his own for one last time.

"This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight J2157 to South Korea. Please proceed to Gate 3 immediately."

It was as if time itself was urging the farewell moments between you and Riki to come to an end, you hated it.

Riki glanced over to the crowd slowly moving towards the said gate, bringing his luggage closer to his figure before turning to his mother. "Kaa-san, I'll text you on the plane. Tell the others goodbye for me, okay?"

"And (Y/N)," he turned to you next, almost taking you by surprise when he did so. But you were even more taken aback when you felt a sudden flick on the center of your forehead — Riki was snickering like a scheming gremlin upon invoking that flabbergasted expression on your face.

"It's nice to see your goofy face before I go."

Even at this sort of moment, he still found the time to joke?

You couldn't help the way the ends of your lips began to curl into a small smile, tinted with a hint of nostalgia. Well, that's the Riki you knew.

You rolled your eyes at his old forehead flick tactic, but that smile on your face couldn't manage to fool anyone.

"See you soon, yeah?" He seemed content upon seeing the smile on your face, leaning back with a satisfied smile.

See you soon, he said. The concept of the word 'soon' had always been far too vague for your liking. It could mean weeks, months, years, any of them — even if you ticked off your calendar day by day, you could never guess when.

See you soon, he said. But when will that 'soon' come? What will become of you and him by then? Would you still stay the same as you were now? Maybe, maybe not.

Riki wanted to become a star, he always shone like no other on the stage. Meanwhile you wanted to live with a sense of sonder, embracing life as it came and went. You and Riki lived in two different worlds, it had always been that way.

See you soon, he said — and what else could you do besides agreeing? You're supposed to be his best friend, after all.

"Yeah... see you soon, Riki."

Such harmless words had never felt so bitter on your tongue before.

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[6:34 PM]—nishimura riki

includes: painter! ni-ki, photographer! reader, gn! reader

wc: 853

riki loves painting.

anything that meant putting paint on a canvas. he loved painting the sky whatever color he wanted, he loved making the grass blue, he loved painting the world how he wanted it to look. he was always told he had a wild imagination, and he poured his imagination into forms of art. he loved dancing as well but dancing is exhilarating in ways paint isn’t and paint is calming in ways dance isn’t. he didn’t feel like dancing today, his bones not roaring with the songs but rather his fingers were itching for a paintbrush.

if he loves to paint anything, he especially loves to paint scenery. he loves painting nature as it goes on around him. he loves the feeling being outside gives him, surrounded by his favorite mediums and colors. but he can’t go alone.

enter in you, who’s running up to him with your camera hanging from your neck and waving at him when you see him in view. he waved back, less enthusiastic but he is happy to see you just the same. you share the same sentiment with your love for nature, but you capture it through a lens rather than on a canvas. you always told him that you two fit well, how you both want to show everyone what the world looked like through your eyes. he could listen to you gush on and on about how you think it’s fascinating how the subtle changes in light and editing can depict a story with just one simple picture, and you can listen to him ramble about different brushstrokes and color combinations can give a painting a whole new meaning.

you sat behind him as he started painting the field before him, humming a softest tune, the sound he recognizes as the song you’ve been listening to on repeat for the past couple days, and hums along. you braid his hair, careful fingers braiding together strands to make two braids that you tie together to make a little ponytail. you always said how much you liked his hair when it’s long, and he liked you combing through it when he’s tired and laying in your lap. you quietly took flowers from around you, pretty white daisies, and picked off the stems to place them in between the interlacing of the braids, and he can hear how your hum subtly shifts when you smile because of your work. you back away and moments later he hears the shutter of your camera, clicking and going off in succession.

you always said you loved taking pictures of him the most.

“is it so wrong to take pictures of who I think is the prettiest person in the world?” you had said with a playful grin, after riki had asked why do you take so many pictures of him.

to you, there could not be any scenery prettier than riki, and riki had the same sentiment when it came to you.

he knows you know of them, but he will never outright admit to you how many sketchbook pages you take up, or how many canvases he has stowed away that are nothing but your face. he’s too shy, a little too boyish to be truthful when it comes to how much he loves you. but you know, have seen the pages that litter his studio floor, the paintings he leaves uncovered on easels, and he knows you know how much he adores you and that's enough for the both of you.

“yn, can i paint you?” he asks softly when he hears a pause in your clicking. you hum and skip over to his side.

“sure, but you don’t want to keep painting the field?”

riki shakes his head. why paint the field when he can paint you, someone more beautiful than any sky at any time of day? his favorite subject to paint, his one and only muse.

“i think i’d rather paint you than some grass.” he laughs and you laugh as well, walking in front of the easel he had set up and sitting down on the grass, unsure of what to do. he notices, of course, notices the way your fingers curl around the grass out of uncertainty. “just do whatever you want.” he assures you and you look up and immediately smile before looking at the viewfinder of your camera, pressing on the buttons on the side to scroll through the pictures.

you have the prettiest smile on your face as you do, one someone only brings out when they’re oh so deeply fond of something. riki gets curious.

“what are you looking at?”

you look up and your eyes melt as you giggle, like riki has asked a ridiculous question. to you, at least, it was ridiculous.

“what else? my muse of course.” you say easily and riki can’t help but blush and smile. he hides his face behind his canvas, pretending to go back and paint. he’s grateful that the gentle breeze cools his warm cheeks, because what he says next is a embarrassing, but he means every word.

“funny you say that, because i’m also looking at mine.”

a/n: based off the charybdis concept photos BECAUSE DID YOU SEE HIM AND HIS LITTLE PAINTER CONCEPT PLS i just love the painter photographer concept and being each other’s muses<33 a little longer than my other time stamps because im a little soft for riki(i just think he’s a funky lad)

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