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[mikkies]

So like, maybe a three-som with chance and mafioso? (Not as in c00lkidd, like the skin in the adult very, if that makes sense. STILL NOT C00LKIDD!!) but like they're both fighting over yns attention? Maybe a little bit of flirts?

hi nonnie, here's your food 🍞

I don't do nsfw so it's a love triangle

doublefedorawowowoeo

[mikkies]

「 I'MMA GET YA, GET YA REAL GOOD WHEN I MET YA. 」

Chance x GN! Reader x Mafioso

warnings: none!

notes: I was confused with the request, but thought nonnie requested a love triangle since I don't do nsfw.

THE LIGHTS OF the casino sparkled like stars in the dark, their glow casting a warm, alluring haze over the crowded floor. 

The air hummed with the sounds of slot machines clinking and dice rolling. 

Amidst the chaos, Chance leaned casually against a roulette table, his smirk as sharp as his suit. His clockwork headphones rested around his neck, their quiet ticking almost drowned out by the noise.

"[Name], sweetheart," Chance said, sliding his shades down just enough to reveal his mischievous eyes. "Still trying to figure out who’s the better company tonight? Because I’ll save you the trouble: it’s me."

Before you could reply, a low, deliberate cough cut through the din. Mafioso stepped into view, his presence commanding even in the bustling room. 

His tall frame seemed to absorb the ambient light, his black fedora shadowing his face just enough to add a touch of menace. The scars lining his hands and neck told stories he never would.

"Chance," Mafioso said, his voice calm and deliberate, "shouldn’t you be running your casino instead of wasting [Name]’s time?"

Chance chuckled, adjusting his tie. "Wasting time? Oh, Mafioso, you’re adorable. I’m enriching their evening. A lesson you might want to learn, by the way."

The tension between them was thick, their personalities clashing like fire and ice. You glanced between them, unsure whether to laugh at their antics or feel overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Wow," you said finally, crossing your arms with a smirk. "You two sure know how to make a person feel like a prize. Should I flip a coin to decide who gets my attention?"

Chance’s grin widened. "Now, that’s my kind of logic! Gambling is the answer to everything."

Mafioso’s expression softened, just slightly, as his sharp gaze settled on you. "You deserve more than a coin toss. 

You deserve someone who’ll put you first."

Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. Before you could dwell on it, Chance leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Certainty is overrated. Take a chance—with me."

Before you could respond, a nudge at your hand drew your attention. Spade, Chance’s large black bunny, had hopped onto the table, looking up at you with expectant eyes. You laughed, scratching behind his ears.

"See? Spade’s on my side," Chance said, grinning triumphantly.

"He’s just looking for snacks," Mafioso countered, though his expression softened as a small white rabbit peeked out from his coat pocket. "Don’t let theatrics fool you, [Name]."

"And don’t let him bore you with his ‘practical’ nonsense," Chance quipped, leaning back with a confident ease.

As they exchanged jabs, you realized you were caught between two worlds: the thrill of Chance’s daring charm and the quiet strength of Mafioso’s steadfast care. It wasn’t a bad place to be. With both of them fighting for your attention, life was bound to stay interesting.

[mikkies]

「 NEVER THOUGHT I'D FIND YOU, BUT YOU'RE HERE, AND SO I LOVE YOU. 」

007n7 x GN! Reader (and C00lkidd I guess..)

warnings: none

notes: I got confused but.. 🫦

THE QUIET HUM of the room was accompanied by the soft scratching of pencil against paper, a gentle rhythm that matched the warmth surrounding you. You sat comfortably between 007n7’s legs, his arms lazily draped around you, his body a cocoon of warmth and familiarity. His head was nestled into the crook of your neck, his messy brown hair tickling your cheek with each soft, steady breath.

The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a mixture of subtle spice and warmth, blending with the earthy hint of rain from earlier in the day. It grounded you, reminding you of him and everything you’d built together despite the chaos of your lives. Occasionally, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, the roughness of his stubble brushing your skin and sending a comforting shiver down your spine.

“What are you drawing?” His voice was low, almost a purr, as he peeked over your shoulder, his chin lightly resting there.

You chuckled, holding up the half-finished doodle of a little red humanoid doing an exaggerated, silly dance. “Guess.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, but before he could answer, the door to your shared room creaked open. The familiar sound drew both of your gazes toward the small figure standing in the doorway.

C00lkidd stood there, his crimson skin practically glowing against the soft light in the room. His dark red shirt, emblazoned with the bold words “Team C00lkidd Join Today!” hung slightly askew, and his blank pants were a little rumpled from an earlier adventure. In one hand, he clutched a stack of papers, and in the other, a stubby pencil that looked as though it had seen better days.

“I’m lonely,” he declared matter-of-factly, his tone both direct and endearing. Without waiting for an invitation, he made his way to the bed with a determined stride, climbing up and plopping himself beside you.

His crimson face scrunched as he glanced at your drawing. “Is that supposed to be me?” His tone teetered between offense and pride, as though he couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or annoyed.

You laughed, pulling him closer with one arm while 007n7 shifted slightly to make room for his son. “Of course! Who else could it be?”

C00lkidd gave a toothy grin that showcased his chaotic charm before squirming his way between you and his dad. He pressed his back against 007n7’s chest and spread his papers across the bed like an artist unveiling his gallery, quickly starting to scribble something with his usual unrestrained energy.

“You’re hogging all the space,” 007n7 muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. He adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were still snug against him. Pressing his forehead gently against the back of your head, he murmured, “Looks like we’ve got a third wheel.”

C00lkidd looked up from his scribbling, his red eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’m the best wheel.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the three of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. The bed became a chaotic nest of doodles, scattered pencils, and laughter. C00lkidd’s creative energy was infectious as he bounced between drawings, sometimes demanding you or 007n7 look at his latest masterpiece with an expectant grin.

“See? This one is me fighting a dragon!” he exclaimed, holding up a haphazard but undeniably charming drawing of a red figure wielding an oversized sword.

“That’s pretty epic,” 007n7 commented, his voice laced with pride as he ruffled his son’s red hair.

“Of course, it’s epic,” C00lkidd replied with mock seriousness. “It’s me.”

While C00lkidd scribbled furiously, occasionally stealing glances at your drawings, 007n7 occupied himself by tracing lazy patterns on your arm. His touch was gentle, almost absentminded, but it carried a sense of grounding that made you lean further into his embrace. Every so often, he pressed another kiss to your temple or murmured something soft against your hair, his voice a soothing lull that contrasted beautifully with C00lkidd’s excited chatter.

The room felt like its own little universe, insulated from the outside world. The mess of your lives, the chaos, the regrets—all of it faded into the background. Here, in this moment, you were simply a family, tangled together in warmth and love.

C00lkidd paused his frantic drawing to lean against you, his small, warm body pressing against your side. “You guys are so lucky to have me,” he announced, his voice filled with mock arrogance.

007n7 chuckled, his laugh rumbling softly against your back. “Yeah, we are, kid.”

“And I’m lucky to have you too,” C00lkidd added in a quieter voice, his chaotic energy momentarily replaced by sincerity.

The weight of his words settled over the three of you, filling the room with an even deeper sense of connection. You reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately as 007n7 tightened his hold around both of you.

In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, it didn’t matter how broken or messy life was. Here, in this little pocket of time, you were whole.

[mikkies]

「 TALE OF RECKLESS LOVE. 」

Kyoko x GN! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: kyokoo 🤤🤤🤤

You first meet Kyoko while she’s wandering through a bustling train station, her dark purple suitcase in tow. She accidentally bumps into you, flashing her gentle smile and apologizing with her signature cheery energy.

That moment sparks a connection, and you can’t help but be intrigued by her enthusiasm for life.

Kyoko adores that you share her love for travel. Whether it’s planning weekend getaways or dreaming about visiting distant lands, she lights up every time you bring up an adventure.

She’ll often surprise you with impromptu trips, pulling out a map from her suitcase and circling a spot you’ve never heard of. 

You have a playful habit of counting her freckles, claiming to find one more every time. She pretends to pout but secretly loves the attention.

“If you keep finding more freckles, I’ll start counting yours,” she teases with a laugh.

Kyoko sometimes feels a little self-conscious about her overbite, but you find it adorable and tell her it adds to her charm.

“It’s part of what makes you you, Kyoko,” you say, which never fails to make her cheeks flush.

During quiet evenings, Kyoko loves sharing stories about her sister Calypso and the adventures she hopes to have in her honor. You’re her biggest supporter, always reminding her that she’s already halfway to being the adventurer she dreams of becoming.

You often brainstorm theories together about what might have happened to Calypso, making it a bittersweet bonding moment.

Kyoko may seem bubbly and carefree, but she’s fiercely protective of you. She’ll stand up for you in any situation, her usual gentle demeanor replaced by a fiery determination.

“No one messes with my favorite travel buddy,” she says with a confident grin.

Her dark purple suitcase holds her most cherished memories and dreams, and it’s a big deal when she lets you peek inside. 

Whether it’s souvenirs from her travels or a small notebook filled with doodles and aspirations, you’re touched by her trust.

Kyoko loves packing her suitcase with picnic essentials and whisking you away to a scenic spot she discovered. You spend hours lounging under the sky, talking about life and dreams.

She always packs your favorite snacks, even if she has to squeeze them into the corners of her suitcase.

She confesses her feelings for you during a quiet moment on a starry night, her freckled face glowing with excitement and nervousness.

“You make every adventure better,” she says with her signature smile, and you know she means it with her whole heart.

As your relationship blossoms, the two of you become inseparable travel companions. Every journey feels special, and every new place is another chapter in your shared story.

Wherever Kyoko goes, she always makes sure you’re by her side, her cheerful laugh echoing in the air as she leads the way.

[mikkies]

I NEED 007N7 RN, OR I WILL CRASS OUT. so like you r looking after c00lkidd, and he's just cuddlesing you, while your between his legs, and c00lkidd and yn are drawing? And he's just cuddlesing into your hair, neck, whatever!

Hope this feeds you my Liege 🫡

hehehe 007n7 toes.

linkyn7

[mikkies]

「 NEVER THOUGHT I'D FIND YOU, BUT YOU'RE HERE, AND SO I LOVE YOU. 」

007n7 x GN! Reader (and C00lkidd I guess..)

warnings: none

notes: I got confused but.. 🫦

THE QUIET HUM of the room was accompanied by the soft scratching of pencil against paper, a gentle rhythm that matched the warmth surrounding you. You sat comfortably between 007n7’s legs, his arms lazily draped around you, his body a cocoon of warmth and familiarity. His head was nestled into the crook of your neck, his messy brown hair tickling your cheek with each soft, steady breath.

The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a mixture of subtle spice and warmth, blending with the earthy hint of rain from earlier in the day. It grounded you, reminding you of him and everything you’d built together despite the chaos of your lives. Occasionally, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, the roughness of his stubble brushing your skin and sending a comforting shiver down your spine.

“What are you drawing?” His voice was low, almost a purr, as he peeked over your shoulder, his chin lightly resting there.

You chuckled, holding up the half-finished doodle of a little red humanoid doing an exaggerated, silly dance. “Guess.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, but before he could answer, the door to your shared room creaked open. The familiar sound drew both of your gazes toward the small figure standing in the doorway.

C00lkidd stood there, his crimson skin practically glowing against the soft light in the room. His dark red shirt, emblazoned with the bold words “Team C00lkidd Join Today!” hung slightly askew, and his blank pants were a little rumpled from an earlier adventure. In one hand, he clutched a stack of papers, and in the other, a stubby pencil that looked as though it had seen better days.

“I’m lonely,” he declared matter-of-factly, his tone both direct and endearing. Without waiting for an invitation, he made his way to the bed with a determined stride, climbing up and plopping himself beside you.

His crimson face scrunched as he glanced at your drawing. “Is that supposed to be me?” His tone teetered between offense and pride, as though he couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or annoyed.

You laughed, pulling him closer with one arm while 007n7 shifted slightly to make room for his son. “Of course! Who else could it be?”

C00lkidd gave a toothy grin that showcased his chaotic charm before squirming his way between you and his dad. He pressed his back against 007n7’s chest and spread his papers across the bed like an artist unveiling his gallery, quickly starting to scribble something with his usual unrestrained energy.

“You’re hogging all the space,” 007n7 muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. He adjusted his hold on you, making sure you were still snug against him. Pressing his forehead gently against the back of your head, he murmured, “Looks like we’ve got a third wheel.”

C00lkidd looked up from his scribbling, his red eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’m the best wheel.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the three of you fell into a comfortable rhythm. The bed became a chaotic nest of doodles, scattered pencils, and laughter. C00lkidd’s creative energy was infectious as he bounced between drawings, sometimes demanding you or 007n7 look at his latest masterpiece with an expectant grin.

“See? This one is me fighting a dragon!” he exclaimed, holding up a haphazard but undeniably charming drawing of a red figure wielding an oversized sword.

“That’s pretty epic,” 007n7 commented, his voice laced with pride as he ruffled his son’s red hair.

“Of course, it’s epic,” C00lkidd replied with mock seriousness. “It’s me.”

While C00lkidd scribbled furiously, occasionally stealing glances at your drawings, 007n7 occupied himself by tracing lazy patterns on your arm. His touch was gentle, almost absentminded, but it carried a sense of grounding that made you lean further into his embrace. Every so often, he pressed another kiss to your temple or murmured something soft against your hair, his voice a soothing lull that contrasted beautifully with C00lkidd’s excited chatter.

The room felt like its own little universe, insulated from the outside world. The mess of your lives, the chaos, the regrets—all of it faded into the background. Here, in this moment, you were simply a family, tangled together in warmth and love.

C00lkidd paused his frantic drawing to lean against you, his small, warm body pressing against your side. “You guys are so lucky to have me,” he announced, his voice filled with mock arrogance.

007n7 chuckled, his laugh rumbling softly against your back. “Yeah, we are, kid.”

“And I’m lucky to have you too,” C00lkidd added in a quieter voice, his chaotic energy momentarily replaced by sincerity.

The weight of his words settled over the three of you, filling the room with an even deeper sense of connection. You reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately as 007n7 tightened his hold around both of you.

In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, it didn’t matter how broken or messy life was. Here, in this little pocket of time, you were whole.

[mikkies]

Could you write Kyoko from block tales x reader romantic headcanons pls

kyokoooo..... 😩

here's the link fellow kyoko appreciatoer

heh.. toer

[mikkies]

「 TALE OF RECKLESS LOVE. 」

Kyoko x GN! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: kyokoo 🤤🤤🤤

You first meet Kyoko while she’s wandering through a bustling train station, her dark purple suitcase in tow. She accidentally bumps into you, flashing her gentle smile and apologizing with her signature cheery energy.

That moment sparks a connection, and you can’t help but be intrigued by her enthusiasm for life.

Kyoko adores that you share her love for travel. Whether it’s planning weekend getaways or dreaming about visiting distant lands, she lights up every time you bring up an adventure.

She’ll often surprise you with impromptu trips, pulling out a map from her suitcase and circling a spot you’ve never heard of. 

You have a playful habit of counting her freckles, claiming to find one more every time. She pretends to pout but secretly loves the attention.

“If you keep finding more freckles, I’ll start counting yours,” she teases with a laugh.

Kyoko sometimes feels a little self-conscious about her overbite, but you find it adorable and tell her it adds to her charm.

“It’s part of what makes you you, Kyoko,” you say, which never fails to make her cheeks flush.

During quiet evenings, Kyoko loves sharing stories about her sister Calypso and the adventures she hopes to have in her honor. You’re her biggest supporter, always reminding her that she’s already halfway to being the adventurer she dreams of becoming.

You often brainstorm theories together about what might have happened to Calypso, making it a bittersweet bonding moment.

Kyoko may seem bubbly and carefree, but she’s fiercely protective of you. She’ll stand up for you in any situation, her usual gentle demeanor replaced by a fiery determination.

“No one messes with my favorite travel buddy,” she says with a confident grin.

Her dark purple suitcase holds her most cherished memories and dreams, and it’s a big deal when she lets you peek inside. 

Whether it’s souvenirs from her travels or a small notebook filled with doodles and aspirations, you’re touched by her trust.

Kyoko loves packing her suitcase with picnic essentials and whisking you away to a scenic spot she discovered. You spend hours lounging under the sky, talking about life and dreams.

She always packs your favorite snacks, even if she has to squeeze them into the corners of her suitcase.

She confesses her feelings for you during a quiet moment on a starry night, her freckled face glowing with excitement and nervousness.

“You make every adventure better,” she says with her signature smile, and you know she means it with her whole heart.

As your relationship blossoms, the two of you become inseparable travel companions. Every journey feels special, and every new place is another chapter in your shared story.

Wherever Kyoko goes, she always makes sure you’re by her side, her cheerful laugh echoing in the air as she leads the way.

[mikkies]

hear me out .... just something where griefer places the protection bodyguard ability on you so you do it back or,,, maybe a dabble of griefer meeting you again in the future (present)? assuming we take place as the player

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS REQUEST.

Anyways here's gruefer

heh.. gruefer

[mikkies]

「 EVEN AS WE GROW, MY LOVE NEVER FLICKERS. 」

Mayor Thaniyel x GN! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: I mixed up present and interpretation of past Mayor Thaniyel. But it's just hints 🤭

Your relationship with Thaniyel is one of quiet companionship and mutual respect. Both of you have lived long enough to appreciate the small, meaningful moments in life.

There’s an unspoken bond between you, where words often aren’t needed. A shared look or a gentle touch says more than conversation ever could.

Despite his reliance on a cane, Thaniyel loves taking slow, peaceful walks with you. The two of you are a familiar sight to the townsfolk, walking arm in arm as the sun sets over the city he governs.

He sometimes pauses to point out changes in the town, saying, “I’d never have noticed that without you here with me.”

Thaniyel is a man of subtle gestures: resting his hand over yours, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, or squeezing your arm gently as a sign of reassurance.

 

He’s not overly verbal with his affection, but when he does say “I love you,” it’s in a soft, almost reverent tone, as if he’s still amazed by the depth of his feelings.

You and Thaniyel often reminisce about your younger days, trading stories and finding joy in discovering parallels between your lives.

He adores hearing about your adventures and always listens intently, occasionally adding his own witty or heartfelt comments.

You’re his quiet rock during the challenges of governing Turitopulis. Whether he’s dealing with political conflicts or trying to manage his strained relationship with Brad (Griefer), your presence calms him.

Thaniyel often seeks your advice, and your wisdom reassures him that he’s on the right path.

On days when his age catches up with him, you’re there to remind him to rest and take care of himself. Likewise, he does the same for you, often insisting, “Let me do that; you’ve done enough for today.”

You’ve both perfected the art of taking care of each other in small, thoughtful ways—leaving a favorite book on the nightstand, brewing tea, or making sure the other has their coat before heading out.

Thaniyel loves the simplicity of shared moments: tending to a small garden, enjoying a warm meal together, or watching the rain fall from the porch.

He often says, “I never realized how beautiful the little things could be—until you showed me.”

Though Thaniyel often appears sad, you’ve managed to bring out a lighter side of him. Your playful teasing and sharp humor catch him off guard, and his rare chuckles are music to your ears.

“You’re the only one who can make me laugh like that,” he admits, his expression softening as he looks at you.

Thaniyel admires your strength and independence, often saying it’s one of the qualities he loves most about you.

 

While he’s always there to support you, he never tries to overstep, understanding that you’ve lived a full life on your own before him. 

Both of you care deeply about the town, and your love becomes an example of harmony and unity for the community.

Together, you’re seen as a beacon of wisdom and compassion—a power couple, even in your elder years.

You gently remind Thaniyel to stay patient with his son, encouraging him to reach out even when it feels hopeless.

Sometimes, Brad jokingly calls you his “bonus parent,” which secretly brings Thaniyel great joy. He sees you as the glue holding his family together.

For both of you, being together is like finding home after years of wandering. There’s a comfort in knowing you’ve found someone who understands you completely.

Thaniyel often takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he whispers, “I didn’t think I’d find this kind of love again—but I’m grateful I did.”

[mikkies]

「 IF LIFE'S A MOVIE THEN YOU'RE THE BEST PART. 」

Griefer x GN! Player! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: nonnie, I mixed the two up by accident and it was too late to back up now 😿

BACK THEN, GRIEFER had been a total nightmare, with his neon green jacket, his sinister red eyes, and that obnoxious laugh every time he landed a critical hit.

Now? He was… different. Sort of. You were still trying to reconcile the image of the villainous “Griefer” with the messy, soda-addicted gamer who's real name is “Brad.” Somehow, he had shifted from a malicious antagonist to a surprisingly loyal ally.

“Y0U’R3 T00 SLOW!” Brad—or Griefer, as he still insisted you call him—yelled as he lunged ahead of you. The trail leading up the pyramid crumbled under his weight. You rolled your eyes, keeping up with him easily.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping me, not running off,” you muttered, adjusting your inventory belt. The sword hilt poked into your side with every step.

Griefer turned around, his red eyes glinting. “C4LL1NG M3 0UT, HUH? Y0U’D B3 D34D W1TH0UT M3!”

You were about to retort when he suddenly stopped, holding out his arm to block your path. You tilted your head, about to ask why, when you saw the glimmer of a trap—a familiar mechanism gleaming in the dim light, its intricate gears and pressure plates poised to spring into action at the slightest misstep.

“Wow, you’re useful for once,” you teased.

Griefer snorted, flipping his baseball cap backward. “N0 N33D T0 TH4NK M3. JUST…H3Y, L1ST3N. I…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His cocky demeanor faltered for just a moment.

“What is it?” you asked. The sudden seriousness in his tone caught you off guard.

“L00K, TH1S….” He sighed, raising his hand. A faint glow began to envelop you—the unmistakable aura of the Bodyguard ability. You felt a warmth spread through you as the buff settled into place.

“Wait, did you just…?” you started.

“SHUT UP, 0KAY?” he snapped, his voice pitching higher. “1T’S JUST… Y0U… 1 CAN’T HAV3 Y0U DY1NG. 1F Y0U D13, WH0 W1LL H4NDL3… STUFF?” His voice trailed off into an incoherent mumble.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Aw, you care.”

“N0T L1K3 TH4T!” Griefer shouted, his face flushing. He turned away from you sharply, but not before you saw his expression soften just a bit. “JUST… D0N’T G3T K1LL3D, 0KAY?”

“Right back at you,” you said, activating the same ability and placing it on him. The glow spread over his figure, and he froze, his red eyes wide. “Can’t let my bodyguard die on me either.”

“Y0U L1TTLE…” he started to say, but he didn’t finish. Instead, he laughed—a genuine laugh, not the manic one you were used to.

Years later, back in the present, you were tending to your inventory in your humble home when you heard a familiar voice.

“ST1LL C0LLECT1NG C4RDS, HUH?”

You turned to see Griefer standing at the entrance, his signature neon jacket as bright as ever, though it was slightly scuffed. His red eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Old habits die hard, anyways. You’re late,” you said, standing up. “I thought you weren’t going to show.”

He smirked. “M3? L34VE MY F4V0R1T3 PL4Y3R HANG1NG? PL34SE.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Even after all these years, he hadn’t changed much. Still, there was a hint of something new in his expression—a respect that hadn’t been there before.

“C’mon,” he said, tossing you a can of Witches' Brew. “L3T’S G3T TH1S P4RTY START3D.”

As you clinked your sodas together, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the bizarre twist of fate that had turned an enemy into an ally—and maybe even a lover.

[mikkies]

Holy cow.. I just realized that 「 IF LIFE'S A MOVIE THEN YOU'RE THE BEST PART. 」's Griefer ability.. My beta reader didn't tell me it sounded weird dawg...

“L00K, TH1S….” He sighed, raising his hand. A faint glow began to envelop you—the unmistakable aura of the Bodyguard ability. You felt a warmth spread through you as the buff settled into place.

IT SOUNDS SO WRONG WHAT❓❓❓❓

[mikkies]

To be honest, I wanna add the masterlist and request rules in every x reader post but it's too much work😔

[mikkies]

「 IF LIFE'S A MOVIE THEN YOU'RE THE BEST PART. 」

Griefer x GN! Player! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: nonnie, I mixed the two up by accident and it was too late to back up now 😿

BACK THEN, GRIEFER had been a total nightmare, with his neon green jacket, his sinister red eyes, and that obnoxious laugh every time he landed a critical hit.

Now? He was… different. Sort of. You were still trying to reconcile the image of the villainous “Griefer” with the messy, soda-addicted gamer who's real name is “Brad.” Somehow, he had shifted from a malicious antagonist to a surprisingly loyal ally.

“Y0U’R3 T00 SLOW!” Brad—or Griefer, as he still insisted you call him—yelled as he lunged ahead of you. The trail leading up the pyramid crumbled under his weight. You rolled your eyes, keeping up with him easily.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping me, not running off,” you muttered, adjusting your inventory belt. The sword hilt poked into your side with every step.

Griefer turned around, his red eyes glinting. “C4LL1NG M3 0UT, HUH? Y0U’D B3 D34D W1TH0UT M3!”

You were about to retort when he suddenly stopped, holding out his arm to block your path. You tilted your head, about to ask why, when you saw the glimmer of a trap—a familiar mechanism gleaming in the dim light, its intricate gears and pressure plates poised to spring into action at the slightest misstep.

“Wow, you’re useful for once,” you teased.

Griefer snorted, flipping his baseball cap backward. “N0 N33D T0 TH4NK M3. JUST…H3Y, L1ST3N. I…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His cocky demeanor faltered for just a moment.

“What is it?” you asked. The sudden seriousness in his tone caught you off guard.

“L00K, TH1S….” He sighed, raising his hand. A faint glow began to envelop you—the unmistakable aura of the Bodyguard ability. You felt a warmth spread through you as the buff settled into place.

“Wait, did you just…?” you started.

“SHUT UP, 0KAY?” he snapped, his voice pitching higher. “1T’S JUST… Y0U… 1 CAN’T HAV3 Y0U DY1NG. 1F Y0U D13, WH0 W1LL H4NDL3… STUFF?” His voice trailed off into an incoherent mumble.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Aw, you care.”

“N0T L1K3 TH4T!” Griefer shouted, his face flushing. He turned away from you sharply, but not before you saw his expression soften just a bit. “JUST… D0N’T G3T K1LL3D, 0KAY?”

“Right back at you,” you said, activating the same ability and placing it on him. The glow spread over his figure, and he froze, his red eyes wide. “Can’t let my bodyguard die on me either.”

“Y0U L1TTLE…” he started to say, but he didn’t finish. Instead, he laughed—a genuine laugh, not the manic one you were used to.

Years later, back in the present, you were tending to your inventory in your humble home when you heard a familiar voice.

“ST1LL C0LLECT1NG C4RDS, HUH?”

You turned to see Griefer standing at the entrance, his signature neon jacket as bright as ever, though it was slightly scuffed. His red eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Old habits die hard, anyways. You’re late,” you said, standing up. “I thought you weren’t going to show.”

He smirked. “M3? L34VE MY F4V0R1T3 PL4Y3R HANG1NG? PL34SE.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Even after all these years, he hadn’t changed much. Still, there was a hint of something new in his expression—a respect that hadn’t been there before.

“C’mon,” he said, tossing you a can of Witches' Brew. “L3T’S G3T TH1S P4RTY START3D.”

As you clinked your sodas together, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the bizarre twist of fate that had turned an enemy into an ally—and maybe even a lover.

[mikkies]

YAN TIAN MENTIONED??????

who do you play as?? both survivor and killer and... c-can.. we play daybreak together sometimes🥹🥹

🍄 anon

My main as a survivor is uhhh Kyle or Nami (heh..) and as for the killer it's gotta be Showstopper, sad she got nerfed to the ground😾

sure

[mikkies]

「 I DO ADORE YOU. 」

Yan! Telamon x GN! Reader

warnings: Subtle Yandere Behavior and Manipulation

notes: I was thinking of making him into this omnipotent God but I was like, if Taph's a silly pigeon bird, he's gonna be a silly owl birb.

➹ — DRABBLE:

THE SUN BATHED the cobblestone streets in warm light, but the marketplace buzzed with chaos. Vendors shouted over one another, children darted between stalls, and somewhere, a lute player strummed a lively tune. You were just another face in the crowd, weaving through the bustle with a basket in hand, searching for fresh produce.

Telamon noticed you the moment you stepped into the square. Among the noise and clamor, you were quiet—a calm presence that drew his gaze like a moth to flame. He stood on the balcony of a towering spire, golden eyes narrowing as he observed you from afar. His feathered ears twitched as he listened, tuning out the cacophony to focus solely on you.

He didn’t descend immediately. No, Telamon preferred to watch, to understand what it was about you that captured him so completely. Perhaps it was the way you treated the vendors with kindness or how you paused to help a child who had dropped their fruit. Whatever it was, it stirred something in him—a rare warmth in his otherwise cold heart.

When he finally approached, it was with an air of authority. The crowd seemed to part for him, his black and gold robes flowing like liquid shadow. The feathers poking out from his cloak glimmered in the sunlight, and his towering frame cast a long shadow over you.

"You’re far too trusting," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with condescension.

Startled, you looked up, meeting his piercing gaze. "Excuse me?"

"The market," he gestured lazily. "A place full of thieves and schemers, and yet you move through it as if the world has no sharp edges."

You frowned. "I don’t see the point in assuming the worst of everyone."

He chuckled softly, a sound that rumbled like distant thunder. "Naïve, but admirable."

"Who are you to judge?" you shot back, standing your ground despite the unease prickling at your skin.

"Telamon," he answered, his smirk growing. "Not that my name should mean anything to you, but it will, soon enough."

You took a step back, unsure whether to be wary or amused. He noticed, of course, and his expression softened, though his golden eyes remained sharp.

"I’ve been watching you," he admitted, his tone quieter now. "You stand out in a world that thrives on chaos. It’s… intriguing."

"That sounds a little creepy," you replied bluntly, earning a surprised laugh from him.

"Perhaps," he said, tilting his head like a curious bird. "But I won’t apologize for it. You’re interesting, and I’ve decided to protect you—whether you want me to or not."

Before you could protest, he turned and walked away, his wings shifting beneath his robes. You stood there, bewildered, as the crowd resumed its bustle, none the wiser to the strange encounter that just unfolded.

➷ — HEADCANNONS:

Telamon carries himself with the aura of someone who’s seen and done everything. His reputation precedes him, and while most are intimidated, you’re one of the few who challenge him.

In a chaotic world, your steady nature is what initially draws him in. He finds your kindness fascinating, even if he doesn’t fully understand it.

Telamon ensures no harm comes to you, whether by intimidating potential threats or stepping in at just the right moment. You might not even realize how many times he’s saved you from danger.

He doesn’t want to control you, but he does want you to depend on him. He’s always nearby, ready to swoop in if needed, and his presence is hard to ignore.

His condescending attitude masks his genuine affection. He teases you often, but his actions—like fixing something you’ve struggled with or quietly leaving gifts—betray his softer side.

Though he tries to maintain his cold exterior, there are moments when his feelings slip through. A lingering touch, a rare compliment, or the way his wings unfurl slightly when he’s near you—signs of his growing attachment.

Telamon is the type to observe from the shadows, his golden eyes tracking your every move. He’s not afraid to intervene if he deems it necessary, but he prefers to stay unnoticed unless he wants you to see him.

If someone else shows interest in you, Telamon dismisses them with a sharp comment or a withering glance. He won’t lash out—he’s above such petty displays—but his irritation is evident in how he subtly asserts his dominance.

Despite his aloof and condescending demeanor, he has an undeniable softness when it comes to you. He’ll adjust his tone if he sees you’re upset or sit beside you in silence when words aren’t enough.

Telamon’s wings are a source of warmth and protection. While he’s typically reserved about showing them fully, he’ll wrap them around you in moments of vulnerability or when he wants to shield you from the world.

He’s not as composed as he wants you to believe. His wings can be comically expressive, fluffing up when he’s irritated or folding tightly when he’s embarrassed. You’ve caught him muttering under his breath about how impractical his robes are when his feathers stick out.

He doesn’t force his will on you but nudges you in directions that align with his plans. A missed appointment with someone he doesn’t like, a sudden storm that "coincidentally" keeps you indoors—he’s always one step ahead.

This is kind of my interpretation of BOTH Telamons in Forsaken and Block Tales. 🥸

[mikkies]

yan tian spotted

glad you know peak character