The evening was supposed to be a casual hangout—nothing out of the ordinary. The group had gathered in Onyx’s living room, snacks spread across the coffee table, and someone had suggested putting on some music. Nothing too wild, just something fun.
That’s when things took a turn.
Blaize, ever the trickster, was in control of the music playlist. With his usual flirty smirk, he found something that would, without a doubt, stir the pot. His finger hovered over the song choice for a moment before he hit play, his eyes glinting with mischief.
As the unmistakable intro to "Duck Duck Goose" by CupcakKe blasted through the speakers, everyone in the room froze.
"Y’all ain’t ready for this!" Blaize laughed, lounging back and watching the chaos unfold.
The beat dropped, and CupcakKe’s lyrics filled the room with an intensity that could only be described as… explicit.
Onyx’s eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly in shock. “What the—” His voice trailed off, and his cheeks immediately turned pink. He quickly covered his face with his hands, muttering, “Oh my gods, this can’t be happening.”
Next to him, Ren tried to stay composed. The newfound Emperor of Asterdelle had faced armies, political intrigue, and assassination attempts, but this? His face remained stoic, though his jaw clenched as the song continued. He cleared his throat, his fingers tapping nervously on the armrest.
Rex burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. “Oh man, this is wild!” he shouted over the music. He was loving every second of it, but when he saw Ryuji’s face, his laughter doubled.
Ryuji, the stoic Draconian general, looked like he had been physically struck by the song. His eyes were wide, his mouth open in disbelief. “What is this… filth?!” he exclaimed, reaching for the remote to turn it off. Blaize, quicker than anyone, snatched it out of his reach.
“No, no, you gotta let it play out!” Blaize teased, waving the remote teasingly in Ryuji’s face.
Meanwhile, Tixo was cackling on the floor, clutching his stomach. “Oh gods, this is amazing,” he wheezed between fits of laughter. “Look at Wei! He’s dying!”
Indeed, Wei was sitting cross-legged on the couch, his face a bright red as the lyrics continued to grow more and more explicit. His wings twitched slightly, and he kept signing to the others, "What is happening?! Who picked this?" His usual calm composure was nowhere to be found.
Artemis, perched on the windowsill, gave a low hoot of disapproval, probably judging the entire group.
Greyson stood off to the side, arms crossed and face completely blank. His black cloak fluttered slightly as he gave Blaize a deathly glare. “This is why I don’t let you near the music,” he said, voice flat. But even he couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips.
Sterling, on the other hand, had buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. “I can’t—why are we doing this?!” he groaned, though he was laughing despite himself. The poor blind archer didn’t need to see to know how mortified everyone was.
The song hit its most graphic part, and Tixo dramatically collapsed onto the floor, laughing so hard he had to gasp for air. “Oh gods! Wei, are you okay?” he asked, tears streaming from his eyes. Wei, too flustered to respond, simply hid his face in his wings, signing furiously, "Stop it, Blaize!"
Ryuji had had enough. He stood up, towering over Blaize with his katana strapped to his side. “Turn. It. Off,” he growled, though the faint red on his cheeks betrayed just how uncomfortable he was.
Blaize, with an exaggerated pout, finally relented. “Fine, fine. You’re all such prudes.” He stopped the song, though his sly grin lingered. “But don’t tell me that wasn’t the most entertaining thing to happen all week.”
Onyx, still recovering, peeked out from between his fingers. “Never again,” he muttered.
Ren shook his head, managing to regain his composure. “Next time, I’m choosing the playlist,” he declared firmly.
The room settled back into a somewhat normal atmosphere, though the tension still lingered from the unexpected aural assault. Tixo, however, was still rolling on the floor, laughing uncontrollably, and Rex leaned over to high-five Blaize.
“Worth it,” Rex said, chuckling.
As the group tried to return to their usual banter, Blaize leaned over to Wei, giving him a wink. “Next time, I’ll play something just for you,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows.
Wei’s only response was to toss a pillow at him, which Blaize dodged with a laugh.
