mamonkekii

[mamonkekii]

MAKOTO YUKI x GN! Reader

Summary: Dating headcannons

N: I had this just rotting bro posting this with the event. Ik u don't read these angst jumpscare. Also DO NOT listen to Malice Mizer OR SWEET (p5) while reading fanfic or headcannons for this guy you'll cry 7 times

Hm? Is something your gonna hear alot. He notices everything. Sometimes he purposely doesn't push you to tell him, other times he's told by Yukari.

He knows when your troubled, you can tell when he knows what's going on as he tends to get a bit closer before going "hm?" You notice when he's trying to comfort you. Trying to be sneaky just makes it more obvious, it's even more odvious when he sneaks snacks to you near your door, like he isn't the first suspect.

"?" He lays his head on your shoulder slowly inching closer. "You look like you're fuming. Did something happen?" "Nothing much just a headache" "I see" you never feel his arms wrapped around while you as you stood next to him, soft hums comming from him.

Makoto tries to hide his affections in public. Limiting it to hand holding or subtle matching things you both had on your person. The fewer people the higher the chance of him taking a small snooze on your shoulder, you end up giving him piggybacks when he does this.

He let's you listen to music with him. At the cost of a small tease. "I wanna listen aswell..." You look away clearly flustered to ask this "and why would my dove want that?" "HUH" you look at him wide eyed seeing him smirk "BRO" "? I thought I was your boyfriend" and back to the straight faced s.e.e.s boy. This was his way of flustering you, calling you a random nickname and then acting like nothing happened, you always reset back to bro when he does this making it even better for him.

He wanders...alot. This guy would get lost in a supermarket and be like "oh I lost them..." and then find you calmly while you'd just panic about where he was. He always appears from nowhere when this happens. "I've looked everywhere jimpei I'm considering going into the fountain..." "you walk so fast" he burries himself into the nape of your neck, "I almost lost you again" you were so lucky jimpei was on the phone and not in person or you two would have never stopped getting teased when you got to school

If you ever wondered about s.e.e.s or ever wondered why he was always so tired, he'd act like he didn't hear you. "So what's s.e.e.s, heard it had something to do with some sorta time thing?" He'd be right next to you. You saw him peak up and just go back to staring into the void seconds later. "I know you heard me" you furrow your brows slightly but he just lays there for a bit moves his hair and then goes "huh?" "UGHHH" you're not getting him to budge

That would be the case if you didn't have a persona he'd still try to pretend he didn't know until you saved him from a few shadows. "How did you get knocked down by wind of all things imagine I blow and you and you get stunned" your persona deals with them easily while you help him up. "So what is this place my princess, my shawty bae, my-" "please...shut up" "nah baby girl you brought this on yourself" he sighs but he did enjoy the free piggy back ride so he pretended the wind hit him THAT hard.

"You're still carrying him around" Yukari cringes "he can barely keep his eyes open tho" "oh he'll live watch this" Yukari turns around "we're gonna go get a sna-" "don't say it infront of jimpei unspelled" he groans nuzzling back into your neck "told ya, get him off your back" easier said than done the guys like those theme park bracelets you'll never get him off. "Yukari let go of me" his voice a bit annoyed "no chance! Come on you gotta walk like the rest of us think of y/ns back!" You got him to walk...but he had to hold your hand and would almost drift off again if you haven't move away everytime you noticed. "Please try to stay awake were almost done" "...." You catch his head "don't lean on me, how about this you can rest once we get back to my room" he suddenly has enough energy to walk without leaning on you.

He loves whenever he goes to your dorm. It always feels so calm in there like some sorta checkpoint. Sometimes he gets there before you already laying there like it was his own room. "Welcome home" "oh minato- wait...howed you get in" "you left the door unlocked" "oh" he tries to use the 'just wanted to study with you excuse' nah the dudes there for every kind of sfw romantic thing you can think of. He's there to be called lover boy unironcally! "Funny how you aren't as sleepy during the night" you move closer to him "you're nocturnal" you joke playfully giving him a small kiss on the cheek. In actuality he had eaten a bunch of candy so he could stay awake with you.

Take him with you everywhere!! If you'd e-mail him about anything related to heading out you don't even have to invite him he'd just magically appear. You don't even have to say WHERE you're going. "How do you always know where I am?" "This place is small"

He'd know what your into without you telling him almost sniffing it out. "I thought you'd like this" he hands you a small gift watching you blush immensely. "Howed you know I liked this kinda stuff" "I figure stuff out quickly" he did have hints though. The way you acted the way you looked at things simular to it. it made it odvious you'd like one of those.

He hides when he's sick always trying to hold back coughs or sneezes he suffers in silence and would prefer it that way. Why? Because the first time he was sick infront of you or anyone else no one wanted to be around him incase it spread. You were willing to of course until Mitsuru put a ban on seeing him for the sake of everyone's health, you still got tests to deal with ya know! So now he just hides it trying to recover quickly. Can't say the same for you though "cough cough! Ah sorry I've had a really bad cold lately" all he needed to hear to have you carried back to your dorm after school. "When we're you able to manhandle me" "please take this" he hands you a small medicine cap expecting you to drink it from there. "It's just a cold" "colds don't have you coughing yourself into orbit for it to just be a casual one" sighing you gulp it down

He'll pretend to not know how to put on his ribbon and ask if you're able to help him. Then turn around pull it off and look at you with a "can you do it again" face. He just likes the way you tie it while you're on the train with him.

Fastest Emailer EVER. You'd think it would take him litteral years since he sometimes leaves people out to dry, according to jinpei, and then he'd respond at the speed of sound to you nearly as fast as the email sends.

You try to pitch his cheeks only to get him to revert to an angry cat. So you've resorted to softer smaller pinches, he dosent mind as much now just don't too it too often or he'll start pinching you too

He may like using yarn with you. Depends on how easy it is though. "What are you making?" "A heart bracelet a girl asked me to make for her and her boyfriend" he reaches for your hand "do you mind if I try this?" "Sure it's in the left drawer" he could barely make the heart at first but as soon as you got a clipboard involved it was a whole diffent story, he was a machine, you didn't know this at the time but you definitely accidently made a yarn bracelet monster. Must have found out they can be made into sp items. That's why there's a lock on the left drawer now, he never opened it without asking its just to keep him from getting ideas, it does the opposite

He has his flirtatious momments, mostly just because he wants to tease you. It starts with a perfectly silent momment, in the classroom when they finally let you sit with him, nearly asleep in a library, on very rare occasions tartarus, he'd smirk and then lock in for the absolute chaos he's about to cause. A simple lean into your ear whispering softly yet clearly "I want a kiss" your eyes would always widen but you'd also respond with a whisper back "now?" Clearly slightly baffled you kiss him on the cheek quickly. Oh but sometimes that isn't enough, sometimes he just wants to see you melt, rubbing his hand on your already flushed cheek he leans in drowsy eyes meeting yours "I want a bit more please" he does enjoy you cupping his face and kissing him. When he does stuff like that you thank the lord the sees memmbers split up or you two are pretty much alone together.

There are times he's tempted to kiss you and then act like he didn't do anything. Cheeks are his favorite you can barely see him comming,*chu*, and now he gets to tease you make you think he never did such a thing "stop kissing me while i study" "wadya mean" "you gotta study focus on that" "i wanna focus on you more" "huh?" Another quick kiss "you did it again" "i dunno what youre talking about" exhaling you kiss him under the eye "lets get back to studying before it gets too late" and then hed lean onto your shoulder. He wants you to catch him more often

"I bought a camera! Let's take a few snaps, just the two of us!, "I don't see why not" holding the camrea steady, you take a picture of the shell he found. *SNAP* a picture of him looking out on the beach. *SNAP* "Why are you taking so many of me?" "I want you to last forever" putting the camrea down and walking toward him, he reaches his hand out. "Oh sure" you give it to him and he holds it up, making sure you're both in frame. *SNAP* a picture with both of you smiling as the sun sets on the beach. Softly looking at your features, his eyes land on ur lips, then cheek, eyes, then back to your cheek again. Smiling to himself, he holds it up again "you mind if we take another?" "Alright" *SNAP* soft lips press your cheek the momment the camera flashes. "You mind if I get another, the picture might be a bit blurry" with a rare smile on his face he pockets the picture. You covering the cheek he had just kissed. "Sure..." still surprised you lean into him smiling as the shyness gets to you. *SNAP* another kiss, happy with the photo he turns to you. "Do you have any plans after this?" "No it's straight to the dorm for me" "perfect" "?"

As you two walk home after changing clothes, he seemed to be more bright than usual as you wondered why, you were happy you got to see him smile like that. "I have something for you" "really? Me too!" "I'll meet you in your room then" hugging you before he leaves to his room to pick up your gift you collect what you had gotten for him, a DVD, a small bag with candies, and a rare jack frost you had won that you've customized to look like him. As soon as he opens the door you try to hide your gifts behind your back. "I can see them" "No you cant" softly giggling to himself he closed the door and gave you a case with a small bag with it. "Well since you've already seen then" you slide over the minato frost with the other things on its lap. "I saw someone do it on the internet and wanted to make one of you..." averting his eyes afraid he may not like it. He grabs its hands, then it's crocheted hair "it looks just like me" he pulls its cheeks. "And this is what I got for you" giving you the case and small bag. You decide to open the case first. Inside was a pair of headphones and a music player the same model as his. "How'd you know I wanted one?" "You eye mine alot, so I just figured" without much thought, you kissed his cheek "I don't know if I could put into words how thankful I am" You kiss him again. Excitedly, you open the small bag, revealing a bunch of stickers. "I wanted to decorate this with you if you don't mind" "I don't see why not" you excitedly put the sticker on his face then the case almost 5 stickers later his face again. "You look so cute with them all over you" "right back at you" giggling at his joke, you cover the player carefully in stickers with him. He even showed you how he put his music onto them.

Eventually what nearly always happens when he's in your room happens, his soft eyes flutter shut while laying on your bed the frost that looks just like him in hand. *SNAP* *SNAP* the opportunity was just too good to pass up, one for you and one for him to wake up to. You lay next to him moving his hair as to see both eyes. "Sweet dreams" your eyes grow heavy as they close. Days were sweet after that though you did notice him being a bit more busy, you didn't even notice when January ended, and he was nowhere to be seen. You asked most of the people you knew that spoke to him but they just ended up near teary eyed or near unable to say a word about it. "He's in a coma" Jinpei finally is able to croak out, "we don't know what happened to him" you feel your heart drop at his words, near running to the hospital after school and laying by his side. He looked so peaceful, you'd wonder what he was experiencing. Holding his hand for what seemed like it could be the final time you left, it felt a bit scary walking home without him with you.

You put on the music player he gave you, all covered in stickers he helped you put on. "Burn my dread...full moon full life...memmories of-" you hault finding yourself at the dorm, you go in, putting your hands in your pocket, reminding you of him, accidently touching his spare key he gave you, your mind suddenly asked you to go into his room. It felt like snooping, but the thought just wouldn't let you go. Opening the door, you find something on his desk, a letter along with a few pictures. "I may have forgotten to ask someone to give this to you, but I hope it someday reaches you, I'm writing this just in case something bad happens to me, I'm gonna miss seeing you when I wake up and waking up before you. All those candies I ate from you because I wanted to stay up late, all the times I've gotten free piggyback rides around town. I'm gonna miss you above all. I'm sorry I took your camera" getting to that part you look at the pictures on the desk one of him sleeping with the frost you made him, one of you trying on his sees uniform. "To be fair you already seen most of them, I just thought that if anything happened you'd want some of me" scattering them multiple pictures of him trying on your accessories, pictures of him smiling widely at your favorite places, pictures of him trying diffrent hairstyles. "I've bought a replacement film in advance, if you need to you can take my jacket and the mako-frost. They'll keep you warm" You look at more pictures, pictures of you and him, the kiss at the beach, you napping on him, a picture of you crocheting. "If push comes to shove, don't forget about me, keep living on, Makoto ps: thanks for letting me get this close to you"

[mamonkekii]

favourite part of you w. makoto yuki, akira kurusu, goro akechi

makoto likes your eyes best of all. your gaze melts into him like watercolour on a canvas, and reminds him that there are still things out there to live for. wherever you're looking is whatever's important to you, and he pays close attention to what you pay close attention to.

akira likes your hands the most. those same, capable hands that swat him lightly from his nudging and teasing are the same hands that patch him up gently after a fight. his are calloused from rough work, but yours remain blessedly smooth - a reminder of everything he's seeking to protect. (and, like, he just likes holding them, you know?)

akechi... likes your neck. not necessarily in a weird way, but there's something about letting him getting so close to you that corresponds to the vulnerability he always sought with another human being. he's reduced to someone small, craving nothing but comfort and affection from you whenever he gets to tuck himself away into your side and drop the act that is the celebrity detective.

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[mamonkekii]

Hey! Can I have headcanons of persona protagonists [ Yu,Minato,Ren] kissing SO for the first time? Thank you!

persona 3/4/5: first kiss headcanons (minato arisato, yu narukami, ren amamiya)

notes: no spoilers, gn!reader, fluff, ren amamiya for persona 5 protagonist

minato arisato

a bit nervous, but shows it by being a bit more quiet and shy than usual.

hides his gaze under his lil emo bangs as he asks to kiss you!

probably in his room after hanging out all day at the strip mall

"hey, um, do you want to, like... kiss? maybe?"

you're ecstatic and your heart quickens at his cute look and shy demeanour. he was just adorable!

you agree, and he leans in with his hands on his knees. he's about to press his lips to yours when he brushes his bangs from his eyes (just so they don't get in the way)

his lips are decently soft, if not a bit chapped (in his defense, it's been a cold autumn so far). he's a bit tentative when kissing but overall he's just a bit nervous about your boundaries!

gives you the cutest look when pulling back.

"...you're cute."

NO HE'S CUTE

yu narukami

probably asks you to kiss him first while on a walk on the hill overlooking inaba!

he stops walking, his hand in yours, and turns to look at you. he grabs your other hand and smiles as his eyes meet yours

"it's been a great day so far. thanks for going out with me." he flashes you one of those charming grins - god, they melt your heart!

"of course," you reply, "i love spending any time with you."

"yeah." yu replies, seeming a bit... out of it. like something else is on his mind.

"what's up?" you tilt your head and yu can't help but find it super cute!

"it's just-- i... okay, listen, you're super cute and i'm so lucky to be your boyfriend, may i kiss you?"

wow. that came out... all at once. after recovering from his quick word vomit, you nod with a blush on your cheeks. with that affirmation, yu moves in slowly.

he lifts one hand to cup the bottom of your chin and leans in. his eyes shut gently and he presses his lips to yours.

he's firm yet gentle, definitely sweet. he's probably kissed people before, but none of that matters when he pulls back and looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze you've ever seen

ren amamiya

he's been acting strange all week. walking you to and from places, stammering and trailing off his words... hell, he's even been acting fidgety in the metaverse when he usually dons the persona (heh) of the confident joker, leader of the phantom thieves!

eventually, it gets to be so much that you confront him after an excursion to mementos.

as you two are walking back from the subway, you pull him aside.

"hey... is something up? you've been acting weird all week, and i'm getting worried. you know you can tell me anything, right?" you ask.

ren glances aside, not really feeling like being honest. instead, he only mutters, "can we go to my room?" in response.

it makes you start a bit, but you understand the sentiment. he wants to talk alone.

so, you two go to the attic above leblanc and sit down on the edge of his bed. he, once again, starts to fidget.

"what's on your mind, ren?" you ask.

"i just... uh..." ren's lip trembles slightly as he tries to explain. he eventually gives in with a sigh. "we've never, like, kissed, have we?"

you pause. "no...? no, we haven't."

it's a moment before ren responds, smiling. he pushes up his glasses.

"i think we should." wow, okay. smooth ren is back. but he's still a bit of a dork, especially with those glasses.

"like, right now?" "right now. if you want to, that is." "duh i want to, idiot!" you scoot closer to him and smile softly at him, waiting for him to make the first move. he suggested it, after all.

ren moves closer and soon closes the distance with a kiss. his hair tickles your forehead. you kiss back as one of your hands finds its way to hold his, your fingers intertwining.

when he pulls away, he's still smiling, but he isn't trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"...you're free all evening, right? wanna do that some more?"

a/n: i tried my best! my writing chops for the protags are a bit rusty, but i hope you enjoyed! i tried my best to not fall into tropey pitfalls with these guys (aka trying not to write yu as a chad or w/e)

[mamonkekii]

Hi!!!! Can I have head canons of how the persona protagonists [ Makoto Yuki,Ren Amamiya and Yu Narukami] would react if SO was wearing their clothes ? Like their old hoodie or pajamas because it reminds her of her respective other? Thank you!

Fandom: Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5

Character(s): Makoto, Joker, Yu

Note(s): This is super cute, I'm happy to write it!

Makoto

His jacket is missing and he's a bit pouty about it. It's chilly out and he has a social link to progress. But he can't if he freezes first.

He walks down to the lobby to see if he left it there, only to pause when he notices you wearing his jacket. Makoto stares at you for a bit before leaving to go steal one of your jackets.

Makoto heads out, a bit pouty that he doesn't have jacket. But you do look cute so he doesn't complain too much. You get a text from him that's just -_- (he spends too much time with Maya).

Yu

Yu is trying to find the jacket of his winter uniform. He has multiple, but there's one that's more comfy than the others that he wanted to wear. But he can't find it. He asks Nanako if it's being washed or something but she doesn't know.

It's not until he gets to school and sees your oversized jacket that he realizes you took his. He smiles when he sees you and gives you a pat on the head, showing that he's not upset.

Yu enjoys the idea that you're wearing his jacket during school for others to see. He just hopes that you don't get in trouble for the uniform not being right since there are some teachers that are stupidly strict.

Akira

Honestly, he just leaves his jackets out in hopes you'll take them. Or even if you mention being cold / he notices you shivering, he'll just give you his jackets or hoodies.

It's not surprising when he can't find something he wants to wear, only to see you in it later. It makes him happy.

But if it's too cold, then he'll try to slip his arms in the sleeves of the jacket too so he can be warm but also be close to you. You both have gotten stuck before because of him.

[mamonkekii]

kisses w. makoto yuki, akira kurusu, goro akechi

once in a blue (haha. get it) moon, makoto gets the urge to shower you in a bit of physical affection. it doesn't happen often, but when it does, you're reminded each time how gentle he is - almost too gentle, like he's afraid of hurting you.

he presses close to you, peppering your face in lots of tiny little kisses, all the while failing to suppress the slightest of blushes. "what's going on, makoto?" you laugh lightly, tilting your head to make things easier for him. he huffs, the blush darkening, but carries on with his slow, butterfly-light touches. "it's... nothing," he murmurs, barely louder than a breath. then, after a pause, "i like you."

akira is of the more affectionate sort. his kisses are mostly to tease, to draw the kind of funny little reactions from you that only he can. one saving grace is that he saves these moments for private... it might be his only saving grace.

"boo." he chuckles when you jump, pressing a kiss into your hair. "good luck at school today." he squeezes your side. you yelp, jab him in the kidneys, to which akira dances away and kisses you on the other side of your head.

akechi is painfully shy when it comes to the smallest displays of affection, let alone kissing, so he only ever does it in private. even then he's blushing furiously, and you swear he's on the verge of breaking out into a cold sweat. for an ace detective with a bunch of fans, he sure can be squeamish...

"uh. hang on." akechi catches your hand. you turn back, curious. the kiss was barely a peck, but he's tomato red when he steps back, hiding his face behind a hand. "g-goodnight," he stammers out, and before you can react, he's disappeared somewhere in the apartment.

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dating the s.e.e.s. boys

pairing: makoto yuki x junpei iori x gn!reader x akihiko sanada x shinjiro aragaki

tags: wholesome fluff, love languages, jealous & (over)protective boyfriends, supportive friends, polyamorous relationship, NO ken

if those four boys are anything, it's PROTECTIVE!

seriously, they are the most protective boyfriends you could've found!

they have all lost someone dear to them in the past and they NEVER want to experience that again, so they go all out protecting you!

when you're in tartarus, they almost argue over who gets to play your bodyguard for the night. especially shinjiro and akihiko are overprotective, likely due to being at sees the longest

but even outside of tartarus, they are super protective! shinjiro and akihiko always glare at any man even looking in your direction, while makoto and junpei will carry your bags and not even let your near anything heavy or sharp that could hurt you

those four are also really jealous! makoto is still the most calm, due to being more quiet in general. he'll just stare at anyone who's overly friendly with you

now akihiko and shinjiro… those two might actually threaten a guy hitting on you! especially shinjiro leans very heavily into his tough guy act around strangers

your boyfriends are also all pretty affectionate, with all of them having different love languages

junpei always showers you with compliments and praise, with his love language being words of affirmation.

shinjiro's love language is acts of service, as he'll always cook for you or do all your work for you, to take the burden off your shoulders

akihiko's love language is quality time and he takes his time spent with you very seriously! he always makes time for you in his schedule and he only dedicates this time to you, not daring to be on his phone during dates or anything like that

and makoto's love language is making gifts! he'll always give you small things that “remind him of you", in his own words. whether it's bringing you snacks because he thought of you in the supermarket or buying you a plushie that ‘looked like you’!

the four boys work together very well and realize that despite their differences, they make the perfect team!

they all have something different they can offer you, yet they share their love for you and will ALWAYS work together to keep you safe and happy!

[mamonkekii]

SAERAN MY BOY

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Hello there~ I was noticed that Etsy can’t bring Payments to Taiwan right now, so my shop will be closed on August 5... I decided to bring the price down of my MM item. The party standee Yoosung+Jumin+Zen $25 Unknown doll $45 (only 8 pieces in stock) https://deersen.etsy.com Every order which over $20 will get a postcard as gift!!

I opened my Etsy shop for years, it's really sad that I have to leave in this way... : (

[mamonkekii]

Reacting to you in a revealing outfit!

Featuring: Ganji Gupta, Demi Bourbon, Andrew Kreiss, Naib Subedar (separate)

Contains: slight suggestiveness (but nothing actually happens), fluff, kisses, pet names, match-like setting, Fem! reader

Ento note: Requested by Anon! Ty for this idea… I’m not over Ganji’s summer skin he’s so fine I need him NOW iwannabesaaaved

Ganji Gupta “Batter”

When the summer lineup was announced, it was to be himself, Norton, and Fiona as the S-tiers. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to walk up to the table in such a revealing summer swimsuit, complemented with other accessories.

You can’t see his eyes due to the sunglasses, but his jaw tightens as he turns away from you, tapping William awake. He leaned into him to whisper something, nudging the forward in the rib when he showed clear annoyance.

When the match starts, it’s you who takes the first kite. You do well enough until there are 2 ciphers left, finally knocked down and lifted off your knees. But before the hunter could place you into the chair, a water ball hits them square in the stomach, making them stumble back and you back on your feet.

A light of gold flashes behind you, and you recognize it as a late use of the excitement trait. Fully expecting to be knocked back down, a bell dings, but you’re still up. You’re shoved past a pallet, making you look back to see Ganji throwing it down. He limps after you, clutching his toned abdomen… that could only mean he took the hit for you.

William was nowhere to be seen. Ganji is determined to show off to you, harassing the hunter to keep you alive, and boy, does he come in for the clutch every time you think you’re done for. God, did he look fine doing it too; he even took the final hit for you for the last cipher to pop!

The hunter ends up surrendering, and you all return back. The first thing you’re met with when you open your eyes is Ganji’s chest, your eyes moving up to meet his hidden ones. “Thank you, Ganji, you really saved me…! You were amazing!” you say in appreciation, smiling sweetly as you lift your hand to take a hibiscus flower that was tucked in your hair, offering it to him.

“For you, Ganji!” ... He wanted to ask you about the costume—but the sweet gesture of offering him a flower and your praise was the thing that made his face heat up.

 

Demi Bourbon “Barmaid”

You walk up to the table, taking your seat. You tug at the straps of the top, adjusting whatever was necessary. Demi looks over your rather revealing outfit, her green eyes meeting yours, and her next action will depend on you.

If you’re self-conscious about it, she offers a gentle smile, affirming that you look good, that she’ll have your back. But if you’re staring at her, thanking her for her compliments bashfully, she gives you one of her famous winks, showering you with a more sweet compliments and playful teasing before the match begins.

During the match, Demi takes the first kite and does pretty well; it is her strong suit after all. But insolence and blink have it out for her, two bells dinging at once. She drinks the mysterious Dovlin, and the hunter loses sight of her—she immediately runs around the map to find you!

Since she’s a bit tipsy, she stumbles towards you, giggling as her arms snake around your shoulders, rubbing her cheek against yours. “Y/nnnnnn! My pretty girl!” she coos and giggles, swaying with you while you decode. “Are you proud of me, hun? This is the last cipher… Focus, darling.” “Demi…! Very proud! Now help me push the cipher!”

When the cipher pops, you were expecting to have to drag her to the gate, but she takes your hand, pulling you to it. While you’re decoding the gate door, she twirls one of her white strands of hair with her finger, leaning into you as she playfully bats her lashes at you. “Can I get a kiss from my beautiful girl?”

Please kiss her; you look so hot she wants to eat you up… When the gate opens, you gently cup her face with your latex gloves, and she practically melts in your hold. Her lashes flutter shut when your lips meet, a short but sweet kiss. When you two pull away, she shoots you a wink as you lick your lips, the taste of dovlin lingering on your glossy lips. “You’re very pretty too, Demi.”

 

Andrew Kreiss “Grave keeper”

A gasp leaves his lips when you take your spot beside him, but instead of sitting, you stay standing, leaning on the chair. Your outfit is filled with black lace, a gothic costume with pretty red roses. You were a part of a gothic vampire essence! Despite how much it showed, he genuinely thought you looked pretty in it.

“Hi Andrew!” The pale skin of his face immediately heats up, not realizing that he was staring at you. He immediately shrinks a bit and rips his gaze from you, whispering an apology.

Neither of you are first kite, nor do you get a heartbeat. You got a friendly hunter! Not only that, but it’s Red Church night! And you know how Andrew likes this setting as the night sky graces the environment, illuminated by candle lights and jack-o'-lanterns.

Finally, you found him in a corner, decoding a cipher, decoding away. You join him, a small smile on your face. You for him to talk to you first, to get comfortable, allowing him to simply enjoy your close presence. When the cipher was popped, there was silence between you both.

“You… Y-You look… Divine tonight, y/n,” he said softly, his red eyes meeting yours. Even if a lot was exposed, he saw past that, appreciating you... for you! Though, he did struggle a bit to keep his eyes on you, wanting to be respectful. “Thank you, my sweet Andrew.”

Since there’s not much to worry about, you two stay close together, enjoying each other’s presence while the other three were in the basement for some reason. Andrew followed you around in his shovel state, popping out halfway once you stopped, looking up at you curiously.

You crouched down, gently cupping his face in your lace gloves with a smile on your face. You brush some dirt from him, something you’ve grown used to. Leaning down, you press a soft kiss onto his forehead, making his breath hitch in his throat, his pale face becoming red once again, matching the blood red lipstick stain you left on his skin.

Naib Subedar “Mercenary”

When you take your seat beside him, you hum and tap the table in front of him, trying to get his attention. But he scoffs, keeping his arms crossed as he keeps his head lowered, hood over his eyes. “What?? No costume? I think you’ll like mine!” you cheer, but it doesn’t deter him from acting like… himself. You hum and push your plate of food to him, to which he accepts, giving you a nod of gratitude.

You take the first kite, but it doesn’t go so well. Whether you got terrorshocked on purpose or not, it doesn’t matter because the motherfuckin’ mercenary is on your team.

While you’re squirming on the chair, Naib suddenly slams into it from the power of his elbow pads, his arm over your head. The hunter had left, not needing to camp… Or they just got greedy after getting a terrorshock so early into the game.

His eyes lock onto yours, his brow furrowed as he took a sharp breath of air. “We gotta go; they’re sure to be back. Getting cocky 'cause you got terrorshocked,” he said in a low, hushed tone.

His strong hand takes the handle of the chair, ready to lift it off you until he pauses, looking down at your revealing costume, added with the angle he had of you as he loomed over your form.

Naib lifted the handle off of you, ripping the cuffs off before taking your wrist. He says nothing, dragging you along with him to safety as another survivor calls out that the hunter was on them. He takes you to a cipher, and when you decode with him, you realize he had missed many calibrations. He was actually on edge, worried about you. He definitely noticed your costume and stayed close to you for the rest of the game, practically your shadow, glaring daggers around the others.

[mamonkekii]

ೀ Identity v men with a s/o that sleeps naked.

Characters: , Eli Clark, Norton Campbell, Naib Subedar. Edgar Valden

content warnings: gn!reader, mostly sfw. Not really yandere, but can be read as one. Established relationships. Cockwarming in Norton's but it's not really sexual.

A/N: almost at 100 followers so I kinda wanna do a special. Someone should commission me and I'll write you whatever you want, give me sanrio photographer or buffy and my life is yours‼️‼️

Eli was surprised after finding out, he's a little traditional and modest when it came to clothes, but oddly enough, he wasn't against it. Eli can't help but think it's a little cute and endearing, though. Mainly because he thinks he's at the point of your relationship where you're comfortable doing 'weird' things with him. His biggest concern is you catching a cold. Eli prefers to keep his sleepwear on, so he won't join you in sleeping naked. Though, maybe on a hot summer night, he'd strip down to his boxers just so he can spoon you comfortably without overheating the both of you. Eli likes having you relying on him whether you realize it or not, so he prefers to stay up until you've fallen asleep so he can cover you with a blanket, it's more an act of love and reassurance that you won't accidentally catch a cold.

After you started doing it, It didn't take Norton too long to follow. He likes the close intimacy he gets from cuddling nude with you. Norton is aware he's high maintenance as a lover, to him, it's total reassurance that he's the only one for you. Reassurance that you love and trust him no matter what. The type of intimacy only he and he alone can have with you. It gives him a little pep in his step the next day. It's something looks forward to each night. He looks forward to your shared nightly routine just as much as waking up with you. I'd think at some point you two decide to kick it up a notch with cockwarming, something to keep you two locked in place together. He finds nothing as relaxing than burying himself nice and deep inside you while his arms keep you in a tight embrace.

Naib already likes sleeping in his boxers, so he doesn't really have a reaction. At least, that's what you think when you go under the covers on your shared bed. He's internally questioning himself. Is it okay to hold you? Where does he even put his hands without it being weird? Is he even allowed to look? For the first couple nights, he doesn't hold you like he usually does. But after a while, he gets used to it. Although, he won't join you in going full comando unless he just got out of the shower and dried himself fully, but he's keeping his boxers on when it comes to sleep. Naib isn't one for opening up or heart to heart conversations but having your head against his chest, and your limbs entangled with his provides comfort for him. He's a mercenary, someone who has killed for his own benefit. So it's complete solace when you ramble in a sleepy voice about your day knowing you trust him wholeheartedly.

Edgar can't help but scoff when you join him nude under the covers, he's seen your nude form before. You're his lover and muse, of course he'd seen every inch of you. As much as you're breathtaking, he's annoyed. He bought you a whole collection of all sorts of sleepwear made from the most richest material money can buy. Only the best for his lover, he can't have his muse wearing cheap clothing. Linen, silk, cotton, satin, and chiffon. With all sorts of designs he commissioned personally. Tailored to your exact size, some with your favorite colour's, colour's that match you. He even made sure the fabrics were light and breathable, and yet you choose to sleep naked? When the initial annoyance settles, he begins to feel a little flustered, yes he's seen you naked before, he has done full body portraits of you. But somehow this feels different. He can't explain why, but it feels more intimate than any canvas he's painted of you. Now, to him, it cements your love for him. That in the dead of the night, that you aren't his muse right now. But his lover. The one you love the most.

[mamonkekii]

Protection

Yet another little blurb series that absolutely no one asked me for. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? WHATEVER GETS THE JUICES FLOWING AGAIN.

warnings for violence, angst, and comfort. Use of potentially triggering words like "psycho" and "whore."

The manor was a hard adjustment for any new face, but some handled it worse than others. This mystery man was particularly defensive, particularly paranoid of the manor’s nightmarish circumstances. He was stressed, and scared, and confused, and bleeding out in his first match was the last straw needed to tip the scales towards an outburst.

Norton

You were just trying to be friendly when you spoke to him at breakfast. Really. But looking back you could see how a terrified mind might misconstrue your small comforts and placations about death as mocking. He stormed off mid-meal, and you spent the rest of it stewing in quiet guilt. A walk in the gardens would do you some good, you decided, but Norton was still busy with his second helping of steak and eggs and told you to go on ahead.

So alone you exited the room, lost in regretful thoughts, but you didn’t make it halfway down the hall before the new guy appeared again. He stopped down ten feet from you, coiled tight like a cornered animal. He didn’t look like he had calmed down at all, but then he hadn’t seemed calm since he arrived. In any case, it seemed like the best chance you would get to give an apology.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier,” you said, stepping aside to let the fearful man pass, so he could go finish his meal.

But he reacted to your words like a viper strike, flinching and then snapping forward to put his face in yours. His eyes were wild.

“Don’t play coy about it,” he hissed. His hands, at his sides, itched and twitched to grab and you were too fear frozen to move away from them. “You’re part of this hell too, I know it. All of it an act, AN ACT! But you won’t trick me. You won’t get to make it worse for me!” He raved and threatened in your face for what seemed like forever, so close he took up your entire vision and you forgot where you were. Maybe that’s what it was like for him, right now, you faintly mused, still trying to understand. You hadn’t been like this when you first arrived… you or anyone else that you could recall.

He stopped talking suddenly, eyes tracked on something behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see what had caught his attention and spotted, back through the doorway to the dining room, Norton tipped back in his dining chair and watching. Watching you. Watching him. A steak knife was in his hand and a dare was in his eyes.

Your attention was drawn back by the sound of the new guy stomping off again, hurried, tail still between his legs. When you looked back at Norton again, he tipped his chin to beckon you. When you stepped back through the door, Norton took his foot off of the table (its placement earned a side-eye from Fiona) to lower his chair back to four legs, and kicked out the empty seat next to him for you to reclaim. You sat down meekly, shaken by guilt and fear.

“I was just trying to—”

“I know,” he interrupted, biting again into his food. “And he’ll figure it out himself too eventually. In the meantime, let him be someone else’s problem.”

In a rare show of public affection, Norton leaned over and kissed you on the temple. “And stick closer to me for a while. You’ll be fine.”

Naib

Shit had hit the fan as soon as everyone was back and healed from the match. You and the new guy had both died—you to the chair and him to bloodloss—but a tie was a tie and worth at least a small celebration. But when he joined you, Tracy, and Margey for the tea party, he completely lost it.

He leapt across the sun room table for you, tipping it and all its contents to the ground, and the girls screamed with a genuine shock and terror you hadn’t heard in a while. Your back and knees smarted, all whacked by the scattering wooden furniture. Hot tea seeped into your shirt and scalded your belly. Sharp, broken porcelain lay dangerously scattered around your head. You couldn’t tell what the girls were shouting because you were too focused on your assailant. On keeping his hands off of your throat, out of your eyes, and getting his pinning body off of you. His nails clawed at your face, you knew that much, but if the matches taught you anything it was to not give up on a struggle.

Just as you started in on some dirty fighting Naib had taught you (pulling, trying to rip his ears off), the man himself came charging in like a bull and tackled the new guy off of you. You got kicked a bit in the process—but that was a fair price to pay for being able to scramble to the other wall and watch, secured by Tracy an Margey, as Naib completely wailed on the guy.

Naib didn’t talk about his background much, but you knew he knew how to fight. This was barely a fight—a one-sided beatdown morelike—but in your bitter soreness you felt it was well deserved. Naib knew how to make every swing count, and it was only well after the new guy was limp on the ground that William showed up and hauled Naib off of him. Emily followed next, running to check on the new guy since you were already being doted on by the girls.

When William finally let Naib go, he huffed and puffed and flexed off some of his remaining aggression before spitting out a spiteful, “He ain’t dead. I ain’t that nice.”

Then he turned and shooed the girls off, scooped you up, and marched right out of the room. He held you too tight for your sore back’s liking, but you couldn’t begrudge him the positioning to keep his nose in your hair while walking to somewhere more secluded and safe. His chest was still heaving against your side, still high with adrenaline and worry. His knuckles were split and bloody. The day had only just started.

“Sorry,” you sighed into his neck. Naib scoffed, mouth still pressed to your scalp.

“What for? He’s the cunt.” He kicked open the door to your bedroom, fully pulling back enough to give you a smirk. “Don’t ever be sorry for me stepping in. I’ll take care of everything.”

Ithaqua

The manor sometimes held garden parties to welcome new inhabitants. Usually, though, it had better timing.

The poor new guy had had the awful misfortune of being a valuable player. He was good at getting in the hunter’s face, and the others did all they could to get him off his first chair safely. Because of the great team effort, he’d wound up bleeding out while the Hunter—Ithaqua, your boyfriend—dealt with the others. You knew that wasn’t Ithaqua’s modus operandi; it hadn’t been on purpose. …but he wasn’t exactly sorry about it, either.

As a result, the party was tense in some areas. Specifically, the areas where the new guy went. He walked around with a deep frown and a nervous jitter. He’d been anxious when he first arrived too, but it was understandably worse now, in witness of the two factions being chummy with one another right after one had just killed him. The hunters avoided him from the get go, and the survivors gave up on conversation with him not long after.

And you, well. You didn’t get to see Ithaqua in peaceful settings often.

That’s how you wound up here, you supposed.

“So you’re a fucking traitor whore!” the new guy snapped in your face. He wasn’t quiet, either. “What’s the matter with you! Those monsters beat and torture us and you turn around and hang all over one? You’re probably no fucking better, some kind of psycho killer! You’re the one who should die! You’re the one who should bleed!”

Not being quiet would be his downfall, though. Picking a secluded corner of the hedge maze to catch you in didn’t matter. The wind carried.

He didn’t get much farther into his rant and threats before Ithaqua came whirling around the corner with his “business” mask on. His axe was back in the manor, but the Hunter’s claws and sheer strength could do harm enough to a survivor. Ithaqua snatched the new guy up by the nape before he had a clue what was happening, and dangled him overhead. The new guy screeched in a way that made you feel sick, but you knew from experience there was no talking Ithaqua down. Shamefully, you turned your eyes away.

“You sure like to run your mouth,” Ithaqua sneered at him, tilting his head in that wicked, owlish way of his. “You know, all the other rats take death in stride around here. You clearly need some more practice with it.” Ithaqua ruffled your hair with his free hand before stalking off around the corner with the squirming offender.

When he came back a few minutes later, he was wiping his bloody claws off on his cape.

“He knows not to trouble you anymore,” he cooed. When he took off his mask, Ithaqua’s blackened eyed are far more serene than they should have been for what he’d just done. “Come, the Geisha brought out those little caked you like.”

[mamonkekii]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[mamonkekii]

Vyn's supposed "Red Flags"

So! I know Vyn is widely regarded as the "Red Flag" character, and it has always kinda ticked me off as I don't see these "screaming red flags" (and I'd like to think I'm fairly decent at spotting them.) However, after reading chapter 3 of his personal story, I will say this:

Vyn has trauma red flags, not toxic red flags.

For this character study, I'll be referencing specifically Vyn's personal story chapter 3, main story chapter 2, and a couple cards. (And for chapter 3 spoilers as well as length, I'll throw it under a cut)

Where to begin? How about discussing that the entire beginning of Vyn's personal story chapter 3 really set up trying to frame Vyn for being the PUA leader and making him seem as shady as possible. They tried to paint him in a skeptical light, with him hiding his actions from the MC and him challenging her as to if she thought he was the PUA leader or not. You question what his motives are here, wondering if he's trying to protect the MC by doing this then being resigned to the fact she'll hate him when that post came out. However, it is not until the end we learn his true intentions: he orchestrated this whole case to challenge and test her. The purpose was to see how she would act in the face of accusations against him: a friend. Would she act emotionally? Would she act with logic? Would she hesitate? Would she be conflicted? He wanted to see all these actions from her.

This coincides with main story chapter 2. We all remember the CG with thunder in the background as Vyn has a chat with Artem about not wanting the MC to be so protected. They really set Vyn up here as the "sketchy" character. (And for a while, I thought they did him really dirty here, but after reading Vyn’s chapter 3, I no longer think so.)

And then we can make a vague reference to his "False Tears" card where he "manipulates" the MC into giving him attention, and he just generally LOOKS shady as hell.

When all put together like this, Vyn sounds pretty toxic, right? To which I say, "it depends." If this was ALL there was, then yeah, I'd agree, but it's not. There's a lot more to it than that.

Let's start with dissecting the end of Vyn's Chapter 3 and moving up from there.

In Vyn's Chapter 3-15, we see him talking with Captain Morgan about Rosa. The duo are having a very interesting discussion about whether Rosa should be more protected or not. Captain Morgan is not wrong to think this, making sure Rosa stays out of the really dark parts of society. It's thoughtful of him. Where as Vyn, on the other hand, launches into a seemingly sketchy metaphor about breaking her wings so she can learn to fly despite the pain. Only once he elaborates on this can I truly understand he's not wanting to purposefully cause her pain. He's wanting her to face those dark sides so she isn't ignorant of a darkness that is seemingly foreign to a very bright young lady like Rosa so that she can grow in understanding. None of it is done to harm her but rather because he cares enough to want to see her grow.

And maybe this is me self-projecting a bit here, but this feels like a very "post-trauma" way of thinking.

Trauma survivors who are at least part-way through healing begin to understand that the darkness is not a fun place to be, but at the same point, the learning curve of it has shaped their minds in a far different way than someone who grew up in a healthy family. They are jaded, scarred, skeptical, and the end up pulling from both the darkness and the light for their survival.

From what I have gleaned, Vyn grew up in a very broken home. I'm trying not to self-project here, but I'm going to for a moment. As someone who grew up in a well-off albeit abusive family, the abuse isn't the physical kind; it's emotional and mental. People with money and power tend to want to get their way, so manipulation is big and so automatic they don’t even realize what they’re doing. And sadly, I would say that some genuinely do this behavior out of love not realizing that it’s toxic and damaging.

Worse yet, I feel this kind of abuse is more subtle because it's not that "obvious wrong" of being beaten or substance abuse. And most of the time, it doesn’t even seem wrong on the surface such as blatantly threatening or harassing. Instead, it's an underlying factor that's always there, the monster hiding under your bed kinda thing. You learn to tread carefully because you don't want to wake the monster. The adults in control want to keep that control, whether it's through money or power. And it tends to be in subtle steps up in intensity that you don't notice until it's too late. So life becomes a mind game to navigate. Who are you talking to? What’s their limit? How bad will their abuse/manipulation get? How can you avoid it while also not caving? Considering the way I believe Vyn perceives and interacts with the world, this abuse theory already begins to check out.

Taking a slight detour to his "False Tears" card specifically, this already begins to further confirm that he was subjected to emotional abuse. Because if he grew up in a place where emotional outbursts got him in trouble, then his emotions get suppressed and logic becomes his best ally. (here's where I slightly self-project again) You subconsciously teach yourself emotional outbursts are irrational, and you actually begin to get upset with yourself for having these emotional outbursts. When you heal, you begin to walk this fine line of "emotional outbursts are okay in certain situations, but you're tough and can take a lot so it has to be really bad." So when Vyn "acted out" to get Rosa's sympathy, I feel like he was walking that line. He was hurting and so he "made a show" of being broken because he felt like he could get away with it, trying to convince himself in his mind that an emotional outburst at this time is rational Lou justified.

The sad thing is that the situation was already justified. Vyn didn't need to act out to garner Rosa's sympathy as she was very willing to help and support him from the beginning. His "false tears" were him allowing himself a moment of weakness to garner sympathy NOT in a toxic manipulative way. He wasn't trying to get Rosa to feel sorry for him. Rather, I feel like his actions were more more akin to a timid child saying "mommy, this situation really really hurts, so this means I'm allowed to have a hug now, right? Please say yes.” rather than a haughty "yes, I want you to feel sorry for me. You’re dancing in my hand now.”

The other card I'd like to bring up is his "Mended Heart" card, where it's referenced that he throws out broken things. This is also referenced in chapter 3-12 where Westley is trying to break Vyn down by saying he can't stand broken things. Everything has to be perfect. I have discussed this once before that I think Vyn grew up in a rich, perfectionistic household. This is where he gets his "broken things are useless" mentality. I feel like this is both subconsciously learned and was taught manipulatively. When you have money, things are easily replaceable, and since rich people (particularly royalty, as seems to be Vyn's case) can be among the most judgemental, broken things are useless. You have money? Why save the broken thing when you can get a thing that isn't broken? This is how Vyn subconsciously learned this.

The second way, of it being taught through manipulation, is the "standard" how parents expect perfection, punish a child for anything less than, and since a child is desperate for their parents' attention and perfection is the only way they get it, they learn to become perfect. And if Vyn was punished as opposed to being ignored for not being perfect, then that would further take an affect on him. Henceforth, he has learned to put on a front of being perfect because it has become so ingrained in him that not presenting as perfect will get him in trouble or looked down upon. And he can’t stand either of these seeing, as a trauma victim, he is desperate to prove he has value. Why do you think he’s constantly rubbing the two doctorate degrees in Artem’s face? “I have two doctorates. I hold more value than you do.”

On that same note, in Vyn's chapter 3-12, when Westley called him out on his "low self-esteem", I think he was partly on the mark because growing up in abuse like that really does do a number on you. As such, I think that Vyn's startled reaction was a bit true. However, once you've been through abuse, you are determined to never let it happen again. And since you've been through the shit and know how to play the game, you play it right back. Whether Westley was right, wrong, or somewhere in between, Vyn would never let that man know and instead twist out of by pricking his weak spots. Never let an abuser get an upper hand on you, after all. Fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, you'll live to regret it. And Vyn doesn't take shame in the first place.

SO! With this, I feel it's safe to assume Vyn was subjected to this mental manipulation and emotional abuse, which then begins to shed a different light on all these seemingly sketchy situations. Starting with what he wants for Rosa.

He sees Rosa as a highly competent attorney with a lot of potential if she is allowed to grow. But as witnessed in main story 2-2, he tells Artem that Rosa won't truly grow if she's just kept out of the dark and protected like some house plant. I feel like the best flower analogy is not real rose vs fake rose (although I know they did this for the “Rosa” analogy.) Rather, he wants her to be a dandelion instead of a frilly flower, one that can grow in any conditions, concrete or soil, rain or drought, and you have to bring out the weedkiller to maybe take her down. He wants to make her strong, and in his mind, strength is not only facing the light but tackling the dark.

So, back to 3-15, this is what he means by his eagle analogy. He wants her to face the dark even if it hurts her. But at the same time, he's not so heartless or cruel to throw her out to the sharks without a lifeboat. He's fully intending on holding her hand and guiding her in there, allowing her to face it, encouraging her to bear it before pulling her back out into the light again. He's a psychiatrist, he'll be there to track her mental state and do his best to control the environments she is in. He'll protect her from any real danger, but he'll let her face the garbage so as to let her learn.

And now the fact that he is the one to take her blindfold off in the promo image suddenly makes a WHOLE lot of sense. Of the four men, he is the “least protective.” I'm not saying he isn't protective of her, because he is, particularly of slander against her or her reputation. However, Luke would literally rather die protecting her than let her be exposed to this darkness. Marius (I know the least about him, sorry) gives the impression he doesn't mind if she faces some things but is willing to save her at the drop of a hat. And Artem, as her boss, is second most willing to let her see everything so she can learn so as to remain impartial, but he also has a "decency" limit and a more fatherly, protective instinct to care for Rosa. Vyn, though, values true growth even in the hardest of conditions, and while he doesn't necessarily want to put Rosa through it, he knows she'll only shine brighter for it and wants the best for her.

So when put like this, I'm not saying all his toxicity disappears in a snap. I think that abuse survivors tend to be pretty edgy and may walk a finer line between love, tough love, and abuse than what most people are used to. And depending where in the healing process an abuse survivor is, they may think they're walking a line when really they're in one camp or another and don't realize it. Henceforth, I won't deny that people with trauma can have/exhibit toxic traits, but they tend to become fewer with healing and time. Furthermore, they are not toxic necessarily for being purposefully toxic but rather because it's a residual from trauma and they don't realize they're doing it.

The BEST example of this is Captain Darius, bless his heart, warning Vyn about limits. Because I have a hypothesis that people like Vyn (like me) who grew up in trauma have no idea what a "limit" is. We push ourselves hard, we want others to do the same, and we don't recognize where the limit lies until it's too late. Then we say "okay, I won't do that again", but we do, again and again and again because we get frustrated we can't go further. We've been through shit, we're tougher than that, right? We bore pain that didn't stop even when we hit our limit, we hid it, so since nothing could be as bad as that, I don't think we know where our limits lie. And at times, I don't think we know the word "limit" exists. So that might be a toxic "red flag" for Vyn, but it is not a malicious one, it might not even be one he's conscious of, but rather something brought about by trauma.

After all this, I still think it's fair to say Vyn is still the "sketchiest" of all the boys, but not because he's purposefully toxic and instead as a result of severe trauma. And people with trauma do tend to walk a lot of lines and will cross them without realizing it because their normal is not a "normal" normal. Sometimes, we need reminders of "you crossed that line, don't go there." and we have to go, "Oh, yeah, right. Society normal."

So my hopes for this Rosa/Vyn romance is a lovely counterbalance. I'm all for Vyn allowing her to face shit and get exposed to the darkness as long as Rosa is his check and balance, reining him in when he goes too far as well as being a safe space for him to express his true emotions and continue healing. And I think that might be the case here. Specifically referring to Vyn's Chapter 3-14, when Vyn asks Rosa about what would happen if she saw her lover's ugliest side. He seems surprised that she'd stick by his side and "weather the storm". I feel like he fully expected her to abandon him if he showed her his ugliest side, his dark secrets, his trauma, because "broken things are replaced", right? So you pretend to be perfect; you pretend to have it all together; you're better than that. You conquered the hell already, the worst is behind you. But that's not how it works. Vyn knows he has an ugly side, no matter how much he wants to deny it. (one that we sorta caught a glimpse of in "False Tears".) So I think one of his biggest fears is being abandoned if anyone found out he was "imperfect".

So when Rosa was all "nah, we weather this together. I won't give up my life for him, but I'm not gonna leave him alone," of course Vyn is surprised if this is the first time he's felt such genuine warmth from a human being he has a non-work related connection with. If this was all he'd ever known, either abandonment or loss, then of course it would be surprising for someone to dump this kind of selfless love on him. Which, when put this way, really shows how fragile Vyn is under his seemingly indomitable exterior. I feel like this poor man puts on a show of strength when in reality, I think he's just a couple carefully placed hits away from shattering. Just as long as Rosa is there to pick up the pieces, it will be okay (and maybe even for the better) if he does.

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟭 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰

Kougyoku/Ruby/Red Jade. I decided to go for the Ruby Country instead, will edit this once Act 3 is out

CW: Gil strangling Emma/Reader

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

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Gilbert: "Good evening, young lady."

Emma: "You are?"

Gilbert: "I'm not much to call myself, but I’m in a bit of trouble."

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From the very first day, Lord Gilbert already knew.

The fact that I am Belle, the fact that his life is limited, everything.

Knowing all this, the trampling beast smiled refreshingly.

(... My eyes hurt.)

I blinked several times and managed to push open my eyes, which seemed to be sticking together.

As I tried to raise my aching body, I noticed that there were hands around my waist.

(Huh...)

Gilbert: "Good morning, Little Bunny."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(Yes, I… I offered to nurse Lord Gilbert for Walter and watched him through the night...)

Perhaps he was relieved to see Lord Gilbert in stable condition, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

(Maybe Lord Gilbert was the one who let me sleep on the bed.)

Looking back, there is a refreshing smile that is as strong as the morning sunshine.

The signs of pain had vanished, as if last night had never happened.

Gilbert: "Wow, you look terrible. You have dark circles under your eyes."

Cold fingertips trace my eyes.

I shed countless tears by myself last night, and my eyes felt like they were swollen.

Emma: "Lord… Gil… bert."

(I still can't believe it.)

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Walter: "... He has one month to live."

Walter: "That was the last time... I gave it to Lord Gilbert before he went to Rhodolite."   //   "It was the last time Gilbert was given a chance before going to Rhodolite."

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(It doesn't even look like that at all.)

I grip the shirt in front of me and press my forehead against his heart.

The heart was beating normally, which moved Lord Gilbert.

(I wish it was a dream.)

(… I wish it was some kind of mistake, but that's all I could think of.)

Gilbert: "From the way you reacted... that guy must have told you everything."

Lord Gilbert smiles as if he is troubled.

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Walter: "Anyone who finds out about his illness will be killed. Except me, without exception."

Walter: "Obsidian is that kind of place. Disease is Lord Gilbert's only weakness."

Walter: "—…I'll leave it up to you to decide whether to remain silent or face each other."

Walter: "If you pretend you know nothing about it, I'm sure Lord Gilbert will let you off the hook this time."

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(… Should I lie?)

"Getting killed" is not a joke.

Anyone who finds out about Lord Gilbert's secret will be killed… So nothing about the disease is leaked to the public.

Even Prince Chevalier, a man of great foresight, was not so sure, saying, "It's just a possibility."

Even if he were my "friend," Lord Gilbert would kill me.

(But…)

(Lying, pretending I don't know anything... and just watching Lord Gilbert's life end?)

(… I can't do that.)

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Gilbert: "You can't be with me unless you're ready to kill me."

Gilbert: "Unless you want to be a traitor in the truest sense of the word…?"

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(Still not possible.)

I think it's ridiculous.

Before I worry about Lord Gilbert, my own life is in danger.

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Emma: "… If you give up on having a communication… this is what you get."

Emma: "I don't think violence is justice... for me…"

Emma: "Even if there is a gap... no matter how big it is... we should try to fill it."

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(—… I want to believe it.)

Emma: "I was told... that it was a lung disease."

Emma: "I can't...pretend that I didn't know."

Gilbert: "... Yes."

Suddenly, Lord Gilbert's voice becomes cold.

There's even a hint of murderous intent in the air.

Gilbert: "If that's your choice."

Lord Gilbert, who pulled me away with strong force, straddles my body and puts his hand on my neck.

His cold fingers press down on my pulse, and my trachea gradually tightens.

Emma: "...haa...ha......aah."

Gilbert: "I don't make exceptions, even for you."

Gilbert: "If you knew, I'd kill you."

(… I don't want to be killed!)

I clawed at Lord Gilbert's hand and tried desperately to resist.

Even when I let my fingers dig into his skin to the point of bleeding, the strength of his fingers doesn't loosen at all.

Emma: "I won't... tell... anyone."

Gilbert: "I don't believe in humans."

Gilbert: "I'm a beast who decided not to love anyone. I can pretend to be good friends and calmly kill you."   //   "I am a beast who has decided not to love anyone. I could pretend to be a good friend and kill you with impunity."

Gilbert: "I think I've said something similar before."

(... Not to... love... anyone?)

(Then what's with that face...)

The more he strangles me, the more Lord Gilbert's brow wrinkles.

He seemed to be in more pain than the other day when he had difficulty breathing, to the point that I suspected it might have relapsed.

The blood-red eye was by no means devoid of emotion.

(The time I… spent with him…)

(For Lord Gilbert... it was his last hours...)

(I'm sure it's... not... a worthless... thing.)

(I don't think you're the kind… of person who wastes time... at the end... of your life.)

Emma: "—Please…"

With all of my strength, I try to pull away Lord Gilbert's hand.

The feeling of consciousness fading away and breathing becoming shallow is nothing but fear,

For now, I just have to believe in the heart that sleeps in the depths of the trampling beast.

(If I... have... the eyes to see people... as Belle--)

(Lord Gilbert...surely he can't kill me...)

Emma: "I-I’m…—"

Emma: "… Your friend..."

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Gilbert: "… What friend."

He loosens his hands and releases her neck.

Blood dripped from his torn skin and stained her blouse as she did not open her eyes.

Gilbert: "It's that guy who betrays me the most."   //   "Such a person betrayed me." **

Gilbert: "… You'd betray me, too."   //   "Even you would betray me."

He grips the tips of his trembling fingers and rests his forehead on the shoulder of the little rabbit that has stopped moving.

There was no voice, no sound, but the room was filled with heartbreaking lamentations.   //   There’s no voice and no sound, but the room was filled with heartbreaking wailing.

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—… In a deep, deep sleep, I found one fragment buried in a pile of memories.

Casual memories of when the owner didn't have a shop in Rhodolite yet.

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Akatsuki: "—There was a boy with a beautiful heart in a certain place. He never gave up on anyone in need."

Akatsuki: "If there is a crying child, he will do his best magic tricks to soothe him, and if an elderly person is in trouble, he will not hesitate to help."

Akatsuki: "If there is a woman attacked by violence, he will be the first to intervene, when there is a man who is tired, they just laugh it off together." **

Akatsuki: "He's smart, and seems to be able to spend all of his natural talents on others..."

Akatsuki: "I've met a boy like that. He's older than you."

Emma: "Amazing… I want to be just like that big brother!"

Akatsuki: "Why?"

Emma: "Because it makes me happy when people laugh."

Emma: "I want to grow up to be able to live like that big brother."

Akatsuki: "I see. I'm sure you can do it."

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(What the heck was that...)

(Who was he talking about...?)

Walter: "I've known you since you were a kid, but I didn't know you were this stupid!"

Gilbert: "Yes, it's disrespectful."

Walter: "Fine! Where in the world is there an idiot who can strangle a woman he loves!?"

Gilbert: "Oh no, it's not like I love her, okay? Instead, I hate her."

Walter: "… It was useless to say anything to the twisted, twisted man."

Gilbert: "You shouldn't have said it in the first place, should you?"

Walter: "Don't try to shift the blame. Your illness can no longer be hidden."

Walter: "If you wanted to hide it so badly, you shouldn't have brought her to Obsidian."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, good point."

(… Walter and Lord Gilbert?)

I can breathe normally.

I'm alive.

Walter: "… Fainted from carotid artery compression, and there is nothing wrong with her. She will wake up soon."   //   "… Syncope due to compression of the carotid artery, no abnormalities. She will wake up soon."

Gilbert: "No, she's already awake."

(He noticed...)

I forced my eyelids open with all my might.

When I raised my body, Walter's hand touched my neck.

Walter: "Are you in pain?"

Emma: "Just... a little bit."

(... Ouch. Looks like it's going to be a bruise.)

Gilbert: "Poor thing."

Walter: "I don't want to hear that from you."

Lord Gilbert grabs Walter's hand and pulls it away from my neck.

Gilbert: "The rest is fine. I'll do it."

Walter: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "... I won't kill her, probably."

Walter: "You just don't realize it. You're only scarred by the number of people you've killed."

Walter: "Keep in mind that if you kill her, you will be more irrevocably fatal than a disease." **

Walter picks up a small bottle from the case spread out on the side table and gives it to me.

Walter: "Apply twice a day, morning and night. It should relieve some of the pain."

Emma: "… Thank you very much."

When I received it, he gave a salute-like greeting and left.

The door slams shut, leaving me alone with Lord Gilbert.

(. . . . . .)

Gilbert: "Hehe, I got angry."

Lord Gilbert, who doesn't look like he's apologetic at all, picks up the vial from my hand and opens the lid.

He took the ointment inside the bottle and gently touched my neck with his finger.

Even though I know it is a medical treatment, my body stiffens, as if the fear I just experienced has seeped into my heart.

Gilbert: "… Oh, you'd rather do it yourself?"

Emma: "No...! Please."

(I don't want to be scared.)

(... I don't want to keep this hand away.)

I force myself to twist away my fear and accept his cold hand.

Perhaps Lord Gilbert understood my intentions, he continued to apply the medicine without saying a word.

Emma: "… In the end, you didn’t kill me."

Gilbert: "I just thought I'd give you a choice."

His touch caresses my carotid artery, and I unconsciously hold my breath.

Lord Gilbert looked into my face, and his smile disappeared.

Gilbert: "Do you want me to kill you here and now or keep you for the rest of your life? Make a choice."

Emma: "… Keep me?"

Gilbert: "It's about not leaving Obsidian for the rest of your life."

Gilbert: "I have no intention of announcing that my death is an illness. I am prepared to cover up the death itself in the first place."

Emma: "Cover up...?"

Gilbert: "Now, if the royal family, a symbol of absolute terror, were to disappear, the corrupt authorities will spread once again."

Gilbert: "The royal family has value until the weak gain influence and can overthrow the authority themselves."   //   "Until the weak gain power and are able to twist authority to their own advantage, the royal family is worthless."

Gilbert: "So I'm having trouble with your existence now that you know my secret. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to kill you, aren't I?" **

Gilbert: "But I didn't want to kill a woman who cared about me."   //   "But I couldn't bring myself to kill a woman who worried about me."

(So I have two choices: die or be kept?)

Emma: "… If that's the case, then there's no problem if Lord Gilbert continues to live."

Emma: "It's unreasonable to expect you to just kill me without even considering treatment!"

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Emma: "—Is there nothing you can do about Lord Gilbert's illness?"   //   "—Is Lord Gilbert's illness beyond control?"

The first thing I asked with a terrible feeling was for hope.

Walter: "No… The success rate is low, but there is a cure. There is nothing that can be done."

Walter: "But Lord Gilbert doesn't want to be treated. He only gives me permission for the minimum necessary treatment."

Walter: "He doesn't want to live... That's the biggest problem."

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Gilbert: "Ugh... you're talking too much."

Lord Gilbert seems to have guessed what he heard and makes a bitter face.

Gilbert: "I don't mind getting treatment."

Emma: "... Well, then—"

Gilbert: "But only if you kill me?"

Emma: "… It just doesn't make any sense."

Gilbert: "Yeah, it just doesn't make sense."

Gilbert: "Even if I wasn't sick, I shouldn't be alive."

Gilbert: "As I've said before, the new era doesn't need the old influences."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, what a strange expression."

(His resolve is not half-hearted.)

Even if he goes toward it without thinking, he will never waver. **

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Gilbert: "Communication alone does not change people's values."

Gilbert: "Of course things could change, but that would be a huge, world-changing feat."

Gilbert: "You don't have the power to change the world. Don't be so cocky."

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(I know that!)

(... I know... but...)

Gilbert: "Shouldn't you be worrying about something else instead of me?"

Gilbert: "Now that you know my secret, do you really think I'm going to let you go back to Rhodolite?"

(… Ah.)

Emma: "The signing ceremony!"

Gilbert: "Yeah, I won't let you go."

Emma: "Then the proxy..."

Gilbert: "Yep, no one's going."

I wanted to hold my head up.

Gilbert: "It's okay. You belong to Obsidian now."

Gilbert: "Rhodolite will be thrown away. No non-aggression pact will be signed, and the credibility of other nations will be destroyed..."   //   "Let's get rid of Rhodolite. No non-aggression pact will be signed, and other nations will lose faith in us..."

Gilbert: "No one will believe what Obsidian says, and the gap will only deepen."

Emma: "I don't want to."

Gilbert: "But I can't help it."

Gilbert: "And now that you have nothing left to do, I don't have to wait any longer."

Emma: "What?"

Lord Gilbert smiles as he wipes the ointment off with a nearby piece of linen.

Gilbert: "The weapon I gave you earlier... The prototype of it is in the hands of the Rhodolite anti-monarchy group."

Gilbert: "It's not just one thing, you know? There's more than enough supply to make overthrowing the monarchy less of a pipe dream."

(… No way…)

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Clavis: "… I'm feeling a bit uneasy at this point."

Chevalier: "In that case, you should investigate the area around the anti-monarchy once again."

Clavis: "Are you going to keep an eye on me all the time?"

Chevalier: "It's possible you're not looking hard enough. Check back to see if there's really any connection with Obsidian."

Chevalier: "Eyepatch seems to have said and acted like he was about to start a business, but it wouldn't be strange if he had already started."

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(Clavis' bad premonition at that time was right...)

For Rhodolite, the topic that Lord Gilbert brought up like a chat was a matter of life and death.

Gilbert: "However, we haven't sent the bullets yet. Even if there was a container, without the contents, it would just be a piece of junk."

Gilbert: "I'm prepared to make arrangements immediately at a moment's notice, though."

Gilbert: "If you could fill the gap between those in power and the people by means of communication..."

Gilbert: "I was trying to change my ways, too. Because bullets would be meaningless."

(…!)

Gilbert: "But you couldn't do anything in the end... Hehe, too bad."

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Emma: "I feel that Prince Gilbert... was testing me somehow."

Chevalier: "I think you might be right on target."

Chevalier: "It seems more likely that they are using you to make some kind of judgment."   //   "Apparently, there is a high possibility that he is using you as a basis for making decisions."

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(What Lord Gilbert wanted to see through me...)

Gilbert: "I'll have to make arrangements right away."

Lord Gilbert turns his back and is about to leave.

Needless to say, I jumped at the chance to hug him and stopped him.

Gilbert: "What is it?"

(I don't think he'll stop just because I say "stop.")

(… And it doesn't all make sense.)

Emma: "Why?"

Gilbert: "What?"

Emma: "If you give the anti-monarchy weapons and bullets, the Rhodolite will be in the sea of fire by now..."

Emma: "You could have achieved your goal, Lord Gilbert, but you didn't do it until today."

(The longer the time lingers, the more the Rhodolite princes can help.)   //   (The longer the time, the more the Rhodolite princes could manage to strike back.) **

For Lord Gilbert, there was no reason to wait.

(I don't know when you decided to use me for judgment.)

(Was it since you came to Rhodolite or even earlier... but that's not the important part now.)

Emma: "To me... it looks as if Lord Gilbert is lost."

Give weapons to the weak and put an end to the rule of power that has spread throughout the continent.

Lord Gilbert's ideals are not for his own sake but rather for the people who are forced to live an unreasonable life.

And yet, the plan involves blood.

I feel that this is at odds with Lord Gilbert's ideal of valuing the weak.

Gilbert: "Hehe, correct."

Lord Gilbert was also aware of this and did not deny it.

Gilbert: "I don't want to commit genocide. We just want to be very careful in our decisions, don't we?"

Emma: "If that's the case, I think you should just stop."

Gilbert: "I'm not going to stop, okay? There is no salvation for those in power—that's the decision I've made."

Emma: "But it doesn't make sense to change only Rhodolite!"

Gilbert: "Oh no... when did I ever say "only Rhodolite"?"

Emma: "… Eh."

Lord Gilbert turns and embraces me tenderly.

The only kindness is in the force, and the words that pour down on me hit me mercilessly.

Gilbert: "I am the World Disaster, okay? Of course, Rhodolite isn't the only one who gets swallowed up by the calamity."

Gilbert: "There are more than a certain number of people in every country who are dissatisfied with authoritarianism."

Gilbert: "Among them are five of the continent's major nations, with the exception of Obsidian—"

Gilbert: "Benitoite, Jade, of course..."

Gilbert: "Tanzanite, the land of divination and illusion; Acroite, the land of snow and law; and Ruby, the land of night cherry blossoms and turbulent times..."

Gilbert: "Wouldn't it be a different time if all five countries had riots with firearms?"   //   "Don't you think the times would change if all five countries had gun riots?"

(—… Lord Gilbert's vision of the future is on a different scale.)

Emma: "Don't tell me... those five countries are already in the same situation as Rhodolite?"

Gilbert: "… Hehe."

(I'm getting dizzy.)

One voice from Lord Gilbert can change the world.

It wasn't a metaphor or anything, it was the world's disaster itself.

Gilbert: "Once something is rotten, it cannot be undone. You have to tear it all down and make it new."

Gilbert: "See, now you can't tell me to "live," can you?"

Emma: "That's not the same thing!"

(If we don't stop here and now, there will be terrible consequences.)

(I will... live with regret for a long time.)

Considering the people of the whole continent and the princes of Rhodolite, this is a great evil that cannot be overlooked.

But there is another emotion in my heart on the same scale.

Emma: "—I still want to go to the signing ceremony."

Gilbert: "How many times do I have to say it?"

Emma: "But I'm... the last hope you have, aren't I?"

(… I'm sure you want me to stop you. You want me to show you another way other than revolting.)

The fact that I am alive like this now is proof of that.

Lord Gilbert is a beast and has killed many people.

Still, he couldn't kill me.

The fact that he didn't kill me even though it would have been more convenient to do so is proof that his heart is still alive.

If the heart is alive, the riot will surely be unbearable.

Emma: "If you don't believe me, keep an eye on me. If I betray you, you can kill me on the spot."

Gilbert: "There's no way I'd allow someone other than me to kill you, right?"

Emma: "Then Lord Gilbert will keep an eye on me!"

Gilbert: "As much as I'd like to do that for you, it's harder to cover up my death in another country."

Gilbert: "… Ah, I'll tell you what. Might it be a way for you to give up on the signing ceremony and keep an eye on me all the time?"

Gilbert: "If I don't give the order, the bullets won't reach the people. Without bullets, people remain helpless."

(... That is after all Lord Gilbert's way of wishing himself dead.) **

(You should know I don't want that.)

Emma: "Lord Gilbert…"

Emma: "It's too bothersome."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm sorry?"

(... I'm not giving up. There is definitely a way.)

(No, even if it wasn't there, I'd be forced to create it.)

(If I can't do that, I'll just lose it all.)

I wiped away the tears that were about to fall and pushed Lord Gilbert’s chest back.

But I kept hold of his shirt and wasn't going to let him go anywhere.

I need to think... A future where everyone, including Lord Gilbert, will greet with a smile.)

(Even if it is denounced as betrayal—)

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Dating and Taking Photos

Kiro:

Would sneak photos of you when you do something especially adorable, or silly. This could be when you sneeze. Or when you make a pouty face at the last ice cream being sold and you're one too late. Or, that one time you had a catkin land on your face and - the image of you between a sneeze and scrunching your nose. The photo was too freaking adorable not to have permanently as a homescreen or your profile photo for a week year. He ingores you forcing him to change it, a cheeky smile and will raise the phone away if you ever try to. He would consider changing it when you two are married - and it will be the goofy photo of you two at the wedding.

He especially loves taking photos of you being at home in his bed when you don't notice he's come back from grabbing a horde snacks for a movie marathon. You're on your phone, flung over his bed with a pillow under your chin. Your legs are splayed like a kid and kicking the air, waiting for the commercial to end.

His has a whole folder named "Miss Chip's Chip's" dedicated to you eating your favourite foods. He keeps the folder a secret so when he's away, he's reminded of the times of when you two met once again in the silly little store, and his life changed forever.

He is absolutely pleased to take photos on your phone, and leave stupid selfies to remind you of him when you open up your camera roll.

The amount of times he sends you a mugshot of yourself after a date is unreal.

"Look what I spied this morning, a stray Miss Chips waiting for her Kiro (˘³˘)♥︎"

You roll your eyes, but can't stop a blush.

Best replies are when you send a photo of yourself to him when he's away on tour. He's there for the instant Miss Chips dopamine hit, whether or not he's busy in the middle of a shoot. Savin has to put Kiro's phone on silent so it doesn't interrupt with the new music video.

Kiro pouts when you don't send a photo of you and only of your surroundings "But where is my Miss Chips?! She has to be there (つ .•́ _ʖ •̀.)つ"

You sigh, and find yourself poking your tongue out cheekily in front of an ice cream shop. Kiro is jealous and asks you to deliver some to him. If you can, you bring some of the snack home with you, so he can devour it as he enters the front door. Other times you tease him completely and he teases you right back when a limited edition of your favourite sweet appears as a photo with a line of text "Guess what, I found a limited edition of this! I can't wait to eat it ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ and it's all mine!"

"Noo!! Bring some home for me! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Please I'll do anything..."

"Ask and you shall recieve and will pay a heavy price... A Kiro bear hug!"

Victor:

He secretly enjoys seeing photos of your day and life - even if his replies are sarcastic and blunt

"You do realise that having three coffees spanning the hours of the morning won't make work go faster, dummy."

"Is that a report I see lying unfinished on your sofa?"

"..."

"You're not eating that. Come to Souvenir in an hour and throw that shallow imitation of nutrition away." "It's only microwavable noodles Victor." "It is heart disease in a container. Throw. It away."

You follow his instructions while also making a silent mockery of his comments.

He wouldn't take pictures of setting up a romantic evening in Souvenir, but he will definitely take a photo of you in it, - at least, only if you ask (persuade) him to and he wasn't waiting to be asked, no of course not.

*Sighs* "Fine, if you want me to."

"Come here then, dummy. I won't wait all day." *He moves to the side, allowing you to tuck into him the camera's frame.*

He allows you to take pictures of new Souvenir dishes for your review, begrudgingly.

There are more times that he wished he could capture you in a photo, like you walking out of a changing room in a beautiful red dress - spinning like a giddy unbalanced ballerina. Or the time you two end up at the Opera, when you are on his arm like the woman he wanted to marry. It was definitely the time you first walked out of the doors in a bikini. He had to push aside the trembling anticipation and guardedness of other people seeing what he wanted most in the world, and cursing himself for never a photographic memory. That feeling could never compare to an actual photo.

He likes the feeling of having you on his phone, like an odd feeling of security. He pretends that it's really just ensuring his investment wasn't being a dummy and putting herself in danger unnecessarily. You still did.

You replying to his "Where are you, the press release is starting in fifteen minutes." with a simple photo of you in a taxi will cause his heart to stutter, and he still doesn't know why knowing you would be face to face soon would give him palpitations!

It was because of the fear of you being late to your own press release was the issue, after all. If he had to clear up the political headache of you being late, was the main concern. Nothing else.

Still, he watches like a hawk when you get out of the taxi unscathed, on the correct side of the road - and his familiar bark of "You're late" would look completely thunderous to anyone else, bar the concern rapidly beating in his heart.

But you just shake your head, chuckling, "Victor, your late is everyone's early. I still have plenty of time."

He grunts, for once allowing the dummy to walk ahead, following closely behind.

-him having concern over her being 'on time' fools no one, Victor

Gavin:

He was the one who first saw you take a photo at school, taking pictures with your few friends. Once, in the music room where the world sometimes felt the safest place to go. He'd always wanted to take a photo of you in school. But never quite had the chance, courage or conscience to do so. He also throttled Minor when he eagerly offered to get on of you on the sly. "Don't be a creep, idiot."

He had wanted to see you when you went to prom or summer dance, had wished to be the one you went with, to have the moment of meeting your father and having a framed picture in your hallway - a night that would never be forgotten.

Fate had other plans.

Now, his phone is filled with places you've been together, like the lodge in the summer - that night when it was just the two of you, a lake and the stars. There was a snapshot of STF retreat and the boat, of you two on the forest trail or that bar Minor always loved to drag the company to for karaoke. It was you with your hair loose and wavy, a little pink blush, gazing up at Gavin as if it was the first time he'd asked you to be his girlfriend. You had forgotten after several rounds of drinks that you even had a boyfriend. You were remarkably excited to see what a loyal, dutiful, sweetheart you had captured and wanted to tell your dad.

Minor still teases you about that, until you threaten more work on him in recompense.

He gets the most excited responsive when you send him pictures of you on your way home, knowing he's the one who will get you in his arms eminently. It just sends a quiet, reassuring peace through him. It most likely will be the thing that motivates him to shower again before you get home. He just loves when you run your fingers through his hair as it dries.

He loves it when you two do couples activities together, like going to do a run together, and taking a photo after you both complete it, like a record of achievement.

He probably hates and loves it the most when you send spicy pictures when he's away, or when he's on his way home. The fact he can't have you right then and there almost destroys him. Finding him in a state of utter disarray when you come back is the first thing you see, until he's suddenly making you come undone in his arms, just to release the need in him. You don't do it often unless you can take your time getting up on the morning, and being able to walk slowly. Otherwise, work gets compromised.

Gavin is at once apologetic and yet a small part is relieved - if he can still make you loose your mind half as much as you make him loose his own, he's still worthy of being yours.

His homescreen is of soley you, and he can't remember when he took it, such a candid beautiful photo should have the memory attached, but it doesn't matter, as long as he could stay in your heart forever, as you did for him.

Your photo profile photo of him is one with him in the starlight, holding out his hand to you.

Your phone background is of you two together in the sky, both of you held the phone screen together - Gavin worried that you might drop it -, as you took a photo with the blue backdrop behind you. The photo with you kissing in the sky got deleted by accident, when your thumb slipped.

Gavin still mourns the fact he never could get that photo of you. He is determined that one day, you'd recreate it. He also wants to take you back to the Ferris Wheel and take a photo of you there too, this time, one of him kissing you.

Lucien:

He definitely surprises you the most when it comes to take a photo - it's never quite when you expect it - and you can feel a flimsy excuse failing to get out (when in public). As you got further into your relationship, allowing him to take the lead in photography got easier, less flustering. Like it truly was merely a way to bond, to know you two have something shared, together.

He knows a lot more on how to use scientific terminology than you do, despite you having worked with cameras and film for being a producer. But it allows you two to converse a bit more technically when discussing films and film history together! It can feel like a real bonding experience when you two take a photo of a landscape, together and separately. He enjoys comparing different understandings of the same thing, especially with you.

He will have many pictures of you sleeping, he can't just help it when you sleep beside him looking that cute and being completely unaware. Considering he sleeps only a little, and his favourite subject is you, it's hard to resist cataloguing each and every moment.

He's quite sly at ubiquitous photos, and he enjoys it when you look through his phone gallery and seeing you become increasingly flustered and indignant at the positions he photographs you in.

"You can't keep that one! My hair - it's terrible, I'm deleting it!"

*Sighs* "That's a shame. I think you're very cute here. I rather like it." his reply is smooth, and only makes you become more flustered, and duck your head into him.

"Stop it, you're making me blush!"

He laughs, nose nudging you with soft resignation. His finger hovers over delete -

"Wait, don't do it - if you like it, keep it." comes your muffled voice, peeking out.

"Are you sure butterfly? I don't want you to be embarrassed. I simply so enjoy taking photos of things I find beautiful."

"I'm not a thing." your voice pouts.

"No? No, you're my beautiful little fool, aren't you?" his breath tickles your ear.

"I'm not a fool either!" you glare at him, and before you realise it, he grins, a teasing one that only riles you further, that makes you grin and you push him back, falling onto his chest and guilty laughter falls from your lips.

"You - . You distracted me, didn't you?"

His lips curve, "Did it work?"

You smack his chest lightly in delighted exasperation, and press your head under the warm nook of his chin.

"Yes. And -" you pause, staring at the bark of the camphor tree with a small smile of wonder, "I'm glad you think I'm beautiful, too."

Lucien gently thumbs away a fallen strand against your cheek, voice rasping just slightly, "I'll always love you, through the beautiful and the mundane. For you make everything beautiful, in your own way. And I'll always want to keep that safe."

You close your eyes, holding in the words, and know that loving him was a journey you'd undertake a thousand times, just to keep him safe, too.

(Lucien will definitely be one to adore have NSFW pictures of you, and at one point in your relationship, he would do an experiement hoping to ask. It's more about intimacy and trust in a way, having you there in a very tangible moment that would be hard to forget or untangle, when the doubts and the guilt would creep in, or when the hunger to cage you in wouldn't go away, knowing that you would feel so safe with him, knowing that you would trust him to keep you safe - it helps him.)

He finds the photo albums of you and him filling a hole he had inside, each one a year he was replacing with something beautiful, rather than dark, unwholesome and most of all - ugly. It wasn't just a catalogue, it was belief. A hope for your future, together, two people like everyone else in the world. If he ever became untethered, the photo albums would be the first thing he'd thumb through and remember what exactly tied him there in the first place.

Okay!! I found myself going into more detail in circumstances sometimes haha - sometimes it's hard to keep track when it unfolds so nicely! I appreciate every other person's headcannons for these guys - they're so gorgeous and fun and help me! Anyone would be so lucky to have any one of these men.

(I mean, besides the Lucien thing. We're just going to ignore that.)

Feel free to request! :D *waves hello*

[mamonkekii]

Halloooo, i noticed that ur requests r still open so can i request hcs on how wuwa Calcharo react if he has an s/o (gender neutral) who looks soft and delicate but they can actually defend themselves and get rid off enemies easily? Like maybe he found out they can fight, when they were just strolling around, and a tacet discord almost harms him but his s/o saves him in time? lol tysm and pls don’t rush 💗

✧˖° his reaction to a soft but strong lover. | calcharo headcanons + drabble.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ synopsis: calcharo simply thinks you are an absolute doll, fragile and in need of protection always. but how will he react when he realizes just how strong you are?

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ characters involved: calcharo and gender neutral reader.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ warnings: none!

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ notes: hi anon!! thank you very much for the wonderful ask, this was so fun to write and super sweet to think about too! calcharo is such a sweetheart in my head your honor *ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ please enjoy!

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ calcharo ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

calcharo genuinely thinks there is no one as pretty as you in the entire universe. 

the way you carry yourself, the way your features look, your poise, he simply thinks of you as a porcelain doll come to life.

calcharo is always on the defensive and stoic side due to his nature, but he becomes a bit softer when he’s with you, treating you as if you’re fine china and doing his best to ensure no harm comes your way at all.

it would be like this for a few months, you two together, and with him always being the first to make a move if any harm were to come your way. 

however, letting his guard down a bit did seem to have a pitfall, and one time, when you two were taking your usual stroll in comfortable silence, he catches himself staring at you.

you glow in the moonlight, your features gentle as ever, and he feels lucky that you love someone like him. 

however, something seems to change in your features, and you turn to him.

your eyes are suddenly sharp and focused as you give a small gasp and utter his name in shock, “calcharo!” 

before he can react, he hears the sound of a tacet discord grumbling, and all of the sudden, your figure is behind his and he hears a sharp slash in the air. 

your hair breezes past his own silver locks, and his eyes widen a bit as he realizes the trouble that the two of you may be in. calcharo shuffles forward a bit before turning around, grabbing his broadblade in hand. however, before he even has a chance to fight, he gets to see you in action. 

your movements are quick and precise, having a sort of elegance to them as you move and fight against the tacet discord. within a few seconds, the creature collapses and dies, leaving you softly heaving as you wipe your brow and stand up straight. calcharo can only stare at you in confusion, blinking slowly as he realizes what happened. he quickly comes to your side, holding his weapon in hand and glancing around for a moment. the area is once again clear, and the man let’s out a soft sigh before he relaxes and tilts his head at you. 

“my pretty songbird, you did not tell me you were so adept with fighting.” calcharo murmurs, scanning your features and making sure you didn’t get hurt in the process of protecting him. though you may insist that you’re alright, he still dotes on you for a moment before giving you a small smile. “i am impressed. how lucky i am to be blessed with a beautiful yet deadly lover.” he tells you, his eyes softening a bit as he gently pats your head. “rest assured, i will not let my guard down again.” calcharo huffs, shaking his head at himself for being as foolish as to let his guard down in the open and almost get injured.

“but if the day comes where we must fight an enemy grander than anything mankind has ever seen before,” he gently places a hand on your shoulder and kisses your forehead. “i hope you will be by my side as we defeat the enemy together.”

[mamonkekii]

Which IkeVam suitor will be your Valentine? Cybird's Chemistry Analysis 💕

After feeling blessed with great news from my 2 beloved Saeran💜and Kenshin💙 today, I want to spread more love by trying to translate the new Ikevam Valentine quiz from Cybird. Any translation corrections are welcomed because I’m still a beginner in Japanese (♥ω♥ ) ~♪

[ Cybird Chemistry Analysis Link] Your body, your heart, your fate, your chocolate … offer them to me"

QUESTIONS

1) Which is your chocolate?

Made from cocoa

Handmade with love

Luxury brand

Economical brand

2. Which situation will you give the chocolate?

Hide it in his bag

At a flash mob during the date

At a place with memories

On his bed

3. What will you say when you give the chocolate?

I like you!

It is not true-feeling chocolate! [ In Japan, there are 2 types of Valentine chocolates: (a) chogiri chocolate i.e. obligatory chocolate to give to male acquaintances, friends, co-workers; (b) honmei chocolate i.e. favourite /true feeling chocolate to profess love ]

It’s just normal/daily reward!

Will you receive it?

Answers are below the cut 😊

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