Ghirahim x Musical!Gifted!Reader: Your Own Ballad

Brass instruments resonate through the air as (Y/n) stares intently at the computer, as if she's frozen. Her darting eyes cover every square inch of the monitor as she carefully selects the instruments that she wants, making sure they fit with the style of the music before finding their correct places. However, her intense focus causes her to not catch the sound of someone teleporting into her room. He smirks, taking the opportunity to frighten her.

"Why do you insist on wasting precious time with that machine instead of with me?" The poor girl jumps in her seat, spinning around in her swivel chair with a hand over her heart, her (e/c) eyes wide. Seeing who it is, she lets out a sigh of relief as a smile dances on her lips. 

"Ghi, you scared the crap out of me!" The boy chuckles, flipping his platinum white out of his eyes.

"That was the plan, (N/n)."

Lord Ghirahim is a person of many titles. Commander of the Demon Army, Former Servant of Demise, Previous Terror of the Surface, and (Y/n)'s favorite, the most Fabulous Man in Existence. A little known fact about him is that he can also teleport through dimensions*. Although, it's by accident that he met his human friend, (Y/n).

It was a calm, summer afternoon, and (Y/n) was listening to her music through her headphones. She was bopping her head to the beat of the song, swaying side-to-side as she cleaned her room. That is, until someone fell from her ceiling and crashed into her. She let out a small scream, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Groaning, she managed to sit up, rubbing her head. "Ow, what hit me?" She mumbled, taking out her headphones. A silky voice spoke up, causing her to gasp.

"Ew, what did I land on?"

(Y/n)'s eyes darted around until they landed on the owner of the voice. It was a boy around the age of eighteen. His hair, lips, and what looked like a body suit were pure white, while his skin was a duller shade. His black eyes studied her, as if judging her appearance. The only hints of color on him were a red cape, draped around his shoulders, and a golden belt, which adorned a huge, red ruby that rested on his left hip. 

The (h/c)-haired girl glared at the intruder. "That would be me, psycho. Now who are you, and how did you get in?"The boy stood, bowing gracefully.

"Well, I prefer to go by my full title, Lord Ghirahim, but Ghirahim will suit me just fine." Gazing around curiously, he asked, "Could you tell me where I am?" (Y/n) blinked.

"Um... (Country)?"

It took a couple hours of persuasion, explanation, and a lot of convincing on both (Y/n)'s and Ghirahim's part for the two to fully believe each other's story. The Demon Lord had promised to return when it was time to leave, and he's been visiting ever since. This caused the pair to become close friends, even though they only met a couple months ago... Which brings them to the present moment.

(Y/n) rolls her eyes, turning her chair back to the computer. "I'm working on The Ballad of the Goddess, and I'm nearly finished. I'll be able to hang out in a couple seconds."

Not only is (Y/n) the Demon Lord's best friend, but she's also a talented composer. She loves to recreate pieces from her favorite video games, and sometimes, she puts her own little twist on them. Of course, she's written original compositions, but she loves to share beautiful music from famous titles, including the The Legend of Zelda, with people all over the internet. 

Ghirahim groans, flopping down onto her bed. "Of course that wretched Goddess has her own ballad. I bet the cursed hero and her Grace's loyal dog have their own songs as well!" (Y/n) doesn't have the heart to tell him that Link technically does have his own theme song, if you count the franchise's main piece, so she decides to just talk about the other person that he had mentioned.

"Impa doesn't have her own song," she comments, finishing her project and posting it on musescore. Spinning around again, she locks eyes with Ghi.

"So the hero does?"

"...Maybe." He lets out a dramatic sigh.

"I'm one of the best villains this world has ever seen! What do I get in return for my hard work? Crummy battle music!" (Y/n) raises an eyebrow. He's really getting fired up over this. Ghirahim pinches the bridge of his nose. "Pardon me, I do not wish to lash out at you. I will return when I'm in a better mood." With that, he snaps his fingers, disappearing in a flash of gold and red diamonds. The girl he left behind frowns, her eyes still training on the spot he was laying on. She'd have never guessed that the Commander of the Demon Army would be hurt over the fact he doesn't have his own theme. Glancing back at the computer, an idea pops into her head, and she grins. Well, not for long.

~*Timeskip*~

The sun has given in to the moon, the stars shining brightly, when Ghirahim appears again. He had been caught up with the events in his own world that he had nearly forgotten about his promise of returning. Looking around in the dark, he spots (Y/n) sound asleep at her desk, using the keyboard as a pillow. It's a wonder that she hasn't been bothered by the glaring light of the computer. Sighing, he moves to turn off the device when something catches his eye. There's virtual sheet music on the screen, published to the world, with the title, "The Demon Lord's Ballad". Curiosity gets the best of Ghirahim, and he clicks the green play button.

The dark, ominous tones of instuments instantly fill the room, memorizing the boy as he finds himself unable to take his focus away from the music. Surprisingly, (Y/n) doesn't stir. Even when the song ends, she remains unconscious. Ghi blinks, scrolling down a bit to see a single sentence in the description**.

For my best friend.

A soft, rare smile graces his features, and he finally shuts down the computer, picking up the sleeping composer and laying her on the bed. Placing a blanket over her, Ghirahim kisses her forehead. "You're a strange girl... But you're my strange girl, and I've never been happier."