Tsukiuta one shots!!

Shun x Composer! reader

Nothing. That is what was in the (h/c) head’s mind and that was what she would become if she didn’t come up with a song fast.

(Y/n) (L/n) was a composer, not only that but Procellarum’s personal composer. These boys were absolutely wonderful to her. She couldn’t bare to live knowing she had failed them. Especially Shun. Procellarum’s leader, the Demon Lord, the lazy but lovable whited haired man that she was proud to call her lover. Though, right now what killed her the most was the thought of letting him down.

Shun was truly the cause for her success. He brought her from composing tunes and posting them online to composing for a famous idol group. He had made her something worth looking at. And on top of that he had chosen to “bless” her with his love. She loved him dearly, all of his quirks and flaws meant nothing to her for she loved his entire being. That was why she was in her room, alone and locked away from the world.

Pacing back and forth didn’t seem to help her situation, if anything it made it worse. Each step she took the more she beat herself up. ‘What am I going to do? They’ll hate me for sure. Shun will desp-“ her thoughts were suddenly cut of when 3 knocks came from the wooden door. “I’m…uh changing!” The (e/c) hued girl shouted at person, hoping that they would take that as a satisfactory excuse. Alas, she did not hear the rhythmic tapping of footsteps, only a familiar warm chuckle that belonged to the White Demon King himself.

“Don’t lie, my darling (y/n).” He chuckled, suddenly he was in front of her. “How-?!” She began to ask. “Whatever are you talking about? I used the door of course.” He gestured to the now open, the she was sure had been previously locked. Her jaw hung open in both confusion and amazement, only to be gently closed by her lover. “So, what is it you are worrying yourself about?” He asked.

She wasn’t surprised that he was able to guess what she was doing. He may seem lazy but he was indeed observant. And she really wouldn’t be surprised if he knew why she was worried. “About composing?” Annnd there it was. “…Yeah.” She answered truthfully. “I’m afraid I can’t think of anything. No melodies. Harmonies. No even lyrics. I’m sorry for being so worthless after all you’ve done for me. She spoke as if she was speaking to her superior instead of to her boyfriend. Before she could say anything more, a pale finger was pressed against her lips. “Not another word, dear songbird. You’re absolutely perfect and so are your songs. Even I as an artist go through a point that I simply cannot find any inspiration. But, I’m not going to be abhored by anyone because of it.” He placed a chaste kiss upon her soft lips. “You’re beautiful and so is your brilliantly musical mind.” (Y/n) was completely speechless, she knew he had a way with words, but this had struck a string in your heart. And indeed in your mind as well.

A wide smile graced her lips as she dove for her sheet music and a pen. “Perfection. That’s the song.” She smiled as she wrote notes on the paper rapidly. “The song you helped me to write.” She smiled cheerfully. “Does this mean I have to stay with you whenever you write a melody? Because my perfection inspires you?” He grinned smugly. “Perhaps. Perhaps not.” She chuckled as his arms wrapped around her torso as he peaked at the song. “Indeed. Perfection.” Though as he said this, he was not looking at the song, nor referring to himself, but looking at the stunning (h/c) female in front of him.

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