#bian idv

[ithaquasbbg]

Hey, for the matchup can I have an IDV matchup my oc Wendy?

For appearance Wendy has dark skin, braided hair in a ponytail and some burn marks across her right eye, hazel eyes and wears a black dress with some rips on it and a fighter fighters jacket, gloves, boots and a gas mask.

For her personality, she often distance and have trust issues but she can hold a normal conversation and but she’s very observant of things and is very polite, but she can be rather dangerous when she knows there a threat to her, she would get rid of it or someone if they get in her way but Wendy has her moments when she struggles with her constant isolation and generally miss having people to talk too, she can sometimes even be a bit shy and isn’t used to complements, she’s also very smart and keeps rack and tries to get information on the people around her in order to see if their a threat or not, she also hates needles or being restrained like a mad man because of her time at the asylum.

Her carrier is a pyro.

Omg I love reading about peoples ocs it’s just so fun fjgjsksn!

Matchup 06

I match you with my favorite 2 for one combo meal (iykyk)

God I love these two.

Xie Bi’an - White guard

⭒❃.✮:▹He’s a polite person, very polite and good at holding a conversation.

⭒❃.✮:▹ Outside of matches he doesn’t strike me as the threatening type, instead he seems much more like a calm person.

⭒❃.✮:▹ He gives a lot of compliments, though not necessarily in a flirty way. Every once in a while he’ll stare over at her and suddenly blurt out things like “you’re so beautiful” ect, ect.

⭒❃.✮:▹Though he doesn’t mean to get her flustered, per say, he’d likely be quite amused by the fact that she’s unused to compliments.

⭒❃.✮:▹ In terms of hating being restrained, I doubt she’d have to worry about it at all with him or Wujiu (ahem.. Bian’s death)

⭒❃.✮:▹ Loves having little chats all the time, though he’s not the most extroverted in the manor, he does enjoy having chats with the people he enjoys being around, like her!

⭒❃.✮:▹ He’s also intelligent and would be quite happy to speak with somebody else who’s quite smart, getting to learn more from Wendy, in a way.

⭒❃.✮:▹ Super patient and gentle, on days she struggles he’d be there embracing her and muttering on and on about whatever is on his mind. She’d never have to be lonely again

⭒❃.✮:▹ After Wujius death, he probably has issues with leaving people, attachment, ect. He will claim that he’s not clingy in order to save his face, but Bi’an is probably one of the more clingy people at the manor.

⭒❃.✮:▹ A worry wart, constantly checking to make sure she’s okay. He also keeps an eye on her though discreetly, of course.

Fan Wujiu (Black guard)

⭒❃.✮:▹ He’s much less chatty, more blunt. Upon first meet, he may come off a little rude or threatening.

⭒❃.✮:▹ He’s not though, at least outside of matches. Simply put, he doesn’t want to be a bother (nor does he want to be bothered)

⭒❃.✮:▹ Once he’s Romantically involved in somebody, he’d be much less blunt and a lot more conversational, willing to chat occasionally about whatever is on her mind.

⭒❃.✮:▹ I say this in the nicest way possible, but I don’t think he’d be the most intelligent academically (though he’s still intelligent in other ways, if that makes sense?). He probably gets puzzled trying to keep up with how smart she is.

⭒❃.✮:▹ Much more flirty than Bi’an, and when he realizes she’s not used to compliments, he’s going to milk her reactions.

⭒❃.✮:▹ says things like “You look gorgeous”, ect. While holding onto her chin, cupping her cheeks, you get the gist! He loves getting a reaction out of her.

⭒❃.✮:▹ Though should she return the favor he’d probably get all flustered himself. Wujiu seems to be all bark and no bite.

⭒❃.✮:▹ He seems like the type to have a thing for scars, as strange as that may sound. Wujiu sees them as beautiful, things that prove how strong others are.

⭒❃.✮:▹ His loyalty is unmatched (he literally died bc he didn’t want to break a promise), she’d never have to worry about being left when it comes to him. When Wujiu says he’ll love somebody forever, he means it.

⭒❃.✮:▹ Wujiu Doesn’t strike me as the comforting type, but on days she’s struggling he’ll do what he can, mostly non verbal communication though,

⭒❃.✮:▹ aka, if she checks under her pillow on one of these days she’ll find a handwritten note from him with all the comforting thoughts he can’t bring himself to say verbally, he’s not as harsh as he wants to seem!

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”

[kokoroisbleeding]

Luca's remaining braincells can save a whole team (by getting a hunter friendly for the whole match)

This hunter killed my whole team tho </3 (I still lovehhhhh them)

[skullpuke]

you guys

[snakeritualz]

finally colored for the first time in 10 years

[teabreakpancakes]

Hi it’s been a while but I was wondering if you would continue the s/o with an inappropriate skin but maybe for Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli and Alva this time?

Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli, Alva, and Ithaqua's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an is first to see you in your lovely little outfit, now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores every part of you—every, but he doesn't like it when such a beautiful sight like you attracts unwanted attention. He could feel himself fuming as he witnessed Norton ogling you, whistling and even closing the distance between you two to tease you. But Bi'an smiled with delight when you pushed the prospector away with a scoff, shoving him away with the handle of your whip.

The white guard talked to his counterpart, smiling benignly once they came to an sound decision. With a wave of the tall hunter's hand, they surrender the match—it's just a quick round, nothing serious.

"Please safely transport me and survivor (Name) to the same location" he requested, adjusting his grip on the umbrella as the survivors received the notice. The background fades to black before light returns, the scenery changing to the familiar interior of his bedroom.

You appear to be confused initially but Bi'an doesn't allow you to register anything before pulling you into the shared space within the umbrella. You're met face first with Wujiu's broad chest as Bi'an and Wujiu smother you between their chests, holding you captive.

they discarded of the whip, finding the sight of it unpleasant

wu is very handsy, so is bi'an; bi'an's touch is so light that it leaves you antsy, but wu makes up for it because his hands never leave you

wu's hands wander a lot—be it out of curiosity or smth else

they're both very possessive of you, but wu is alright with them staring, bi'an on the other hand wants to keep those images of you between him and fan

wujiu is intrigued by the assortment of textures on your clothing, tracing the little details with his finger

bi'an just knows it's miss nightingale's doing because she handles everything related to their clothing

they much prefer seeing you in proper clothing, but they tell you you look beautiful regardless

if you squirm too much, they feel more inclined to tease you until you actually say something

they question you about the heels, they found out that they hurt so they threw them away too :)

You're pushed up against's Wujiu, trembling with desire as the two men bury their noses into your neck. "What was that sweet thing? speak up so we can hear you" Fan whispers with a grin, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to the heated area between your inner thighs. Bi'an smiles, trailing kisses from your neck and up to your lips.

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎

He was surprised by your appearance and baffled to witness such behavior from you. His S/O, the one he knows and treasures, wouldn't be such a flirt, he couldn't even imagine you wearing something a common whore would display herself in at a bar!

"Amore," Antonio calls out, approaching you from behind. His hands wrap around your waist and he kneels so his head is close to your own. "Why did you storm off? Have I upset my beloved?" he spoke, his voice soft, abandoning his role as hunter in the match to console his darling.

He pays no mind to the two survivors he captured being rescued, waving them away. "Get off of m, me, w, we're in public you fool..!" you squirm as he kisses your neck, nuzzling against you. A tendril-like lock of his hair sneaks around your hand, chucking away the whip that put you under it's wretched influence.

You melted completely into his touch, smiling contentedly. "Feeling better?" he questioned in a soft manner, pressing a kiss onto your forehead once you nodded. With a wave of his hand, he surrenders the match, reappearing in your shared bedroom once the survivors were notified.

antonio treats you like royalty most of the time; the sole ruler of his heart and mind

he knows you like the back of his hand

the moment he laid his eyes on you, he could sense that something was off

it's not the first time miss nightingale has done something like this

"does miss nightingale bear a grudge against me?"

he doesn't mind if you dress like that but he knows you wouldn't like to be seen wearing that

tends to touch you more with his hands in private, he does so in public as well but discreetly—well, unless you plead for him to touch you

he frowned at the sight of the whip initially

carried you around until you took the heels off

thinks you look ravishing but he won't touch you until you're away from prying eyes

"Tesoro..~" Antonio whispered into your ears, hands warm against your bare waist. His locks traced patterns up and down your body, smiling against your neck as you shivered in his lap. "You smell amazing, delectable even," he praised, peppering kisses all over your neck. "Enough for me to want to eat you" he chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you seemed to keen for more with your body.

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

"Brooke, can you look for them?" Eli requested, typing away at his cipher machine by memory when his owl takes off in search of you. He ponders upon something the manor's tailor mentioned to him before the match, something about a pleasant surprise?. He could only shrug upon hearing the information, not thinking much of it initially.

Brooke flies around before zeroing into a figure wearing a... revealing clothing? 'Is that them?' Eli blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up at the sight of you.

"B, Brooke, show me their location" Eli stammers, vaulting over the open window of the factory to get a speedbost, rushing over to your location. He could feel cold sweat dripping down his face as he chanted 'Don't hit the hunter please' like a mantra.

He scoops you up into his arms just before your whip made contact with the Ripper's face—he gets that the Ripper made some rather interesting comments but you didn't have to do it in a match of all places. He stared at you with a bewildered gaze, as you went on to hit him lightly with the whip, talking about how "foolish he was for taking you away from someone that needed disciplining".

he only found out that your behaviour was caused by the accessory bc it fell out of your hands on the way to the exit gate

he teased you about it a bit, only continuing bc your flushed cheeks were adorable !

he didn't even know his lover could be speak like that, you're normally so sweet, who knew you could be so cocky and bossy

he would praise you just to see how you'd react—he wonders how you'd react to more.. inappropriate compliments

he rushed over partly bc he wanted to avoid the outcome of you getting reprimanded for harming a hunter, but mainly because he wanted to cover you up and steal you away before anyone else could lay their eyes on you

his hands yearn to roam over the expanse of your skin but he's far too shy for that

his desire only ever flared up after meeting you, how bad do you think it is?

"So pretty" he praised, words slurred as if drunk, and though he's unable to see, all his other senses work perfectly fine, working well enough to drive him near the brink of insanity with just your scent. His hands itch to tear the fishnets right off—the very thing keeping him from what was between your legs.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

Alva has encountered quite a lot of things in his life, pursuing the art of Science could only mean endless ideas and concepts after all. He admits that your current behaviour could serve as an object of interest. He could only label it as one thing: out of character.

The way you trailed your hands up and down his upper body, shameless. The way you swayed your hips in an inviting and teasing manner, shameless. The way you pinned him down to the rocket chair, completely and utterly shameless.

But that all melted away once he took that cute little whip away. In the confines of his bedroom, he witnessed first-hand the way horror crept up your face, the way you spluttered and attempted to scramble off of his lap, oh how adorable and amusing you were.

He couldn't help but trap you between his arms and the bedframe, watching you tremble like a frightened little bunny. "What's wrong hm? you were so bold earlier, teasing me in front of all those survivors, don't you think I deserve a bit of revenge for all the humiliation?" he teased, his vacant hand ghosting over your sensitive chest.

now, don't get alva wrong, he enjoyed every bit of it, it's just so fun to see you shake before him—not with fear of course

the way you flaunted your body made his blood boil with annoyance, none of these people deserved to see your beauty

your behaviour is a perfect excuse for him to do whatever he pleases—anything to see your cute self whining and whimpering

those heels are quick to come off—he doesn't want your feet hurting

he could criticise the design of the clothing for hours actually—it is not good for cold weather

he wonders about how quickly he can turn you into a mess without doing anything

he wants to see if he can get you to wear frilly lace clothing

"don't shy away now, i only do this because i absolutely adore you"

"Don't pout, I won't tease much anymore" he smiled, pulling you into his chest. But of course, he doesn't mean that, entirely at least. His hand finds its way between your legs once more, and he could only coo as you writhed and whimpered against him, whispering sweet praises into your ears.

𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀

Ithaqua scooped up a bit of snow into his gloved hands before flinging it in a random direction. He was too tired to chase after any survivors today, he was only participating in this match because another hunter pulled out for some mysterious reason that he didn't bother to find out.

He leaned on his ice pick, bored out of his mind, until you called out to him. "I, Itha" you cried out softly, sniffling as you peeked from behind the pallet; Ithaqua raised an eyebrow behind his mask, why did you sound so bothered? he wondered. "Yes? what's wrong?" he responded, his interest piqued.

"C, Cold" you shivered, beckoning him over. He rolled his eyes, walking over to you and into the building. "Alright alright, come h, here?" he spoke, stammering upon seeing your whole body. The straps wrapped around your thighs so snuggly, and the entire outfit just seemed to make you even more alluring than you already were.

"Itha, don't stare..!" you squeaked, covering your body with your shaking hands. The hunter snaps out of his stupor, hastily pulling you into his coat before surrendering; However, in his bedroom, he decides to take it a step further in warming you up.

he likes the way you press against him for warmth

ithaqua loves skin-to-skin contact, cuddles are best when he can feel your warmth on his icy skin

he immediately wraps himself around you and keeps you in his arms

his hands can't help but wander really, have you seen the way the plush of your thighs practically beckons his hands over for a squeeze?

his hands rub up and down, excusing it as a way to warm you up—no matter how close they were to your sensitive parts

he's touchy and possessive, but only with you

he wants to mark his territory, he grits his teeth whenever he thinks about the chance of others seeing you so vulnerable

"Are you warm now?" he husked out, caressing your inner thigh. You bite back whines as he rubs over your heated chest, unable to answer as he made it harder to speak coherently. "P, Please Itha! m, more" you cry out, breaking under his relentless teasing.

ah, i miss this lmfao

edit: why tf were there so many errors

[eliasmelody]

♡VALENTINE'S ADDITION♡

Tag: Wu Chang x f!reader, Naib x f!reader, Emily x f!reader (platonic), Luca x f!reader, maid reader, (a hint of Fan Wujiu x Xie Bi'an and Ganji x reader)...

Contain: pet name, feeding, code-switching (for Wu Chang, check at the end for translation); injury care (for Naib); platonic love, hint of mother figure (for Emily); concussion, small conflict (for Luca), overall fluff!

Warning: Grammar & spelling

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Wu Chang - Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an

You stood anxiously on the sofa, the head maid’s message still fresh in your mind, a letter from the hunter requiring your immediate presence. A sense of worry lingered, but perhaps you were overthinking it.

Your gaze drifted to the white guard, his hand holding a strawberry mooncake.

"Open wide~" Xie Bi'an's voice was soft, yet there was an underlying playfulness that made your heart flutter.

"Ugh, stop with that tone, Bi'an," Fan Wujiu groaned, taking a slow sip of his tea, his eyes rolling in mild annoyance.

Bi’an chuckled softly, ignoring Wujiu’s comment. He gently placed the strawberry mooncake near your lips, a smile playing on his own as he waited for you to take a bite.

"Now, now, Wujiu, don’t be a killjoy. Let me have my fun."

Wujiu let out another exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes again. You chewed the dessert slowly, your eyes widening slightly as the sweet, delicate flavor of the strawberry mooncake filled your mouth. It was unexpectedly delicious, a perfect blend of sweetness and softness.

Bi’an's smile widened as he watched you savor the mooncake. He seemed pleased, his eyes filled with affection and satisfaction. "Do you like it, bǎo bèi?"

You nodded enthusiastically, the taste lingering on your tongue.

Bi’an chuckled again, clearly pleased with your reaction. He reached for another mooncake. "I’m glad you like it. Here, try this one."

Wujiu rolled his eyes once more, clearly unimpressed. "Lún dào wǒ le," He muttered, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Before you could even react, he swiftly scooped you up and placed you gently on his lap. You let out a surprised yelp.

Your face turns bright red as Wujiu suddenly picks you up and places you on his lap. You are taken aback by his sudden actions, but you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement.

"Now, eat," he said, his tone commanding but not unkind, as he settled you in place, his hands resting casually around your waist.

Bi’an, who was watching the scene unfold, let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

"My, my, Wujiu. A bit eager, aren’t we?”

Wujiu shoots a quick and harsh glare at Bi'an, clearly unamused. He tightens his grip around your waist, making sure you won't be able to escape.

"Shut up, Bi'an" He snapped, his gaze now focused back on you. Despite his words, Wujiu blushes at Bi'an's remark. It's well-known that he adores both of you.

Bi'an can't help but laugh at Wujiu's reaction, clearly enjoying the sight of the usually stoic and unapproachable hunter blushing.

"You’re being a tad bit physical, aren’t you? It’s quite endearing to see you this way."

Wujiu's grip on your waist tightens even more, his expression turning even more grouchy.

"Ignore him," He murmurs, his tone much softer as directed at you. "Just eat.”

Feeling the pressure from both sides, you sighed softly, your stomach still full from lunch. Despite the heaviness in your chest, you reluctantly took another bite, your lips barely curving into a pout.

I just ate, you thought, but the combination of their attention and the undeniable sweetness of the mooncake made it hard to resist.

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Mercenary - Naib Subedar

It was late, and you were going through your usual midnight check, making sure all the important doors and windows were securely closed. Your footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as you passed the infirmary, but then something caught your eye.

"Huh? Did Ms Emily forget to close the door?" You were about to push it shut when a faint sound stopped you, a soft, almost imperceptible hiss coming from inside. You step further inside, your breath shallow as you feel a chill crawl down your spine.

The infirmary is unnervingly dark, with only the faint light from the window casting long shadows on the floor.

Everyone must be asleep by now, and the manor owner strictly forbids anyone from wandering at night unless on duty.

In the corner of the bed, you think you see something move for a split second. You take a wary step forward, but then freeze.

"Naib?" You whisper, your voice barely audible, the room feeling colder with each passing moment. "Oh no..."

He curses under his breath, his body frozen in the shadows. You sets the candle down on the table, the flickering light revealing your worried expression as you quickly moves toward him.

"What happened to you?" You asks, voice full of concern. You notice the nasty cuts and bruises on his scarred body, likely from the match.

"Did you forget to get checked up, or did you brush it off again?" You frown.

He doesn't answer. The shadow barely reveals his face, and the silence between you thickens.

You sigh, frustration creeping in. "Gimme the bandage."

"...[y/n]..." He protests.

"Please don't argue with me." Your voice is firm, but there's a quiet concern hidden beneath, the silence between you thickening.

Naib sighs, and reluctantly hands you the box of bandages. His expression remains unreadable in the dim light, but you can sense the weight of his unspoken thoughts.

You clumsily pour the antibiotics on his wound, carefully dabbing it with cotton before wrapping it up. He doesn’t flinch, not even once. His stillness makes you uneasy, but you focus on the task, unable to see his face as you work on his back.

"... You’re bad at this." Suddenly, he speaks, his voice rough, breaking the silence. It catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate before continuing.

"... I'm trying," You mutter, a blush creeping up as you fumble with the bandage. You were never good at this whole medic thing. "... Does it hurt?" You ask, glancing at him, hoping he’ll be honest.

"... Barely anymore," He replies, his voice soft, yet still tinged with exhaustion.

The room falls into silence after that. Naib takes over, finishing the bandaging with a practiced hand, clearly aware of your lack of skill.

"You already did the worst of it," He says casually, noticing the sulk on your face as he wraps the final bandage.

After he finishes, you gather the bottles and bandages, quietly putting everything back in place.

Suddenly, you feel a soft pat on your head.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

It’s so quick, and by the time you glance up, he’s already gone, vanishing like the wind. You sit there, a blush creeping across your face, unsure if it really happened or if it was just your imagination.

The next morning, when you wake up, there’s a small chocolate box sitting at your door.

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Doctor - Emily Dyer

You are on a mission today. No more hesitant this time, you already turned down many offers nowaday because of your injury. So you hope you can change her mind this time.

Despite the holiday, the never-ending task of checking dwindling supplies must left her drained.

You open the door to the infirmary, the sound of a deep sigh echoing through the quiet room. The faint smell of antiseptic lingers in the air as you step inside. "Hello Ms Emily!”

Emily's eyes flickered open at the sound of her name, and she let out a long sigh of relief. "Finally," She whispered, her tension easing as help arrived. She straightened up, grateful for the much-needed assistance.

As Emily reached for the cup of coffee, the warm aroma filled the air, and she couldn't help but hum in delight. The first sip was like a wave of comfort, its warmth grounding her in the moment. It was just what she needed to keep going.

"Thank you," she said softly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Wow..." You glance at all the boxes of supplies in the room. "You’ve already sorted half of it?"

Emily sighed and nodded, still sipping her coffee. "Who else? The quicker it’s done, the quicker I get some time," She muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

You nod in understanding, glancing around one more time before turning to her. "I made you a small snack." You try to lighten the mood, setting a delicate porcelain mold on the table, a chocolate soufflé.

You look at her excitedly, a small grin spreading across your face. "Something to help you recharge.”

Emily's expression lightens as she sees the soufflé, touched by your thoughtfulness.

"You made this? For me?" She sets down her cup of coffee and looks at the delicate dessert, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She lets out a soft laugh, charmed by your eagerness. Emily's smile widens as she picks up the soufflé, admiring the craftsmanship. "You're so sweet. Thank you."

She picks up a spoon and takes a small bite of the soufflé, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise. The rich taste and texture of the dessert seem to melt in her mouth.

"Oh, it's delicious. You're quite the little chef, aren't you?”

You blush slightly at her words. "Oh, it was nothing. Just something simple, any of the maids could’ve done it.”

Emily smiles at your humility, thoroughly enjoying the snack you made for her. She takes another bite before speaking again.

"Well, simple or not, it's very impressive. You've managed to lift my mood and give me a much-needed energy boost."

You wait for Emily to take a few more bites of the dessert before speaking again, shyly.

"So, um, you know... can I hang out with Ganji today?" You ask warily, glancing at Emily.

Emily frowns slightly. "Has your ankle healed up?"

"...yes?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"No?"

Emily sighs and shakes her head. "Just be careful, and don’t run too much."

"Yes." You whisper, flashing a victory sign.

"And no playing cricket either."

You drop your jaw, but your arms are fine. "...why?"

Emily calmly scoops another bite of the dessert, not even glancing at you as she replies. "Because once you start, you’ll keep going. And then you’ll ignore what the doctor says.”

The doctor was right, you have a tendency to get caught up in the fun. Emily only wants what’s best for you; she always has. Still, you can already picture Ganji’s frown deepening at this… Oh well you try.

You huff and turn away. "Fine.”

Emily chuckles softly, then mutters after you retreat form. "Have fun.”

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Prisoner - Luca Balsa

You let out a quiet sigh, watching Luca completely absorbed in his "experience," as if you’re just part of the scenery. It’s like he’s forgotten you exist, expecting you to stand around and look pretty.

Muttering, "I'm getting snacks," you don’t wait for a response. He’s so lost in whatever’s happening that you doubt he even heard you.

Turning on your heel, you head to the kitchen, the noise from his "experience" still filling the room.

You try to shake off the frustration, reminding yourself Luca’s charming, funny, and thoughtful when he wants to be. He’s well-educated and has qualities you admire.

With a sigh, you focus on making a hot chocolate to distract yourself. As you pour the milk and melt the chocolate, you drag it out, adding whipped cream, marshmallows, and a sprinkle of cocoa, anything to delay going back to that room.

“Just a little bit of–”

BAM

You jump, almost dropping the bowl as you spin around in shock. “What the–”

The door swings open, revealing Luca, looking disheveled. His hair is a mess, likely from running his hand through it repeatedly. He clutches his head with a groan, squinting as his eyes meet yours.

You frown, your concern growing. "What was that, Luca?"

He groans and walks into the kitchen, not answering as he lays his head on your shoulder, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps.

"…Luca?" You ask, voice laced with worry, shift slightly, trying to see his face.

He doesn’t speak for a while, and you feel the weight of his head resting on you, hiding his expression.

“Where have you been?” He asks, his voice strained, almost painful.

You blink, confused by his question, then respond quietly, “... Um... The kitchen?”

It takes him a few seconds to process, before he asks again, his voice still sounding off. “... Why don’t you tell me?”

You let out a small sigh, frustration mixing with your concern. “I did.”

He doesn’t answer right away, only letting out a groan as if the effort of speaking is too much. Slowly, he wraps his arm around your middle, pulling you a little closer, his breath still heavy against your shoulder.

You stay still for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, but his silent presence speaks volumes.

You let out a soft sigh, the weight of his words settling over you. Gently, you wrap your arms around him, one hand resting on his back, the other threading through his messy hair.

"What–" You begin to ask.

“I’m sorry.” You’re cut off as he whispers

You widen your eyes in surprise. Well, that’s new. Luca, with his usual ego, never says those words so easily. The words, quiet and sincere, make your heart soften. You hold him a little tighter, letting the silence hang between you, wondering what’s really going on inside his head.

"... For what?" you ask, your voice soft with curiosity.

He sighs, his tone almost defeated, "… I don’t know... whatever I did… My head hurt”

You shake your head, your fingers gently brushing through his hair as you sigh. "You're forgiven. But next time, don’t run like that. Your head’s already been through enough damage."

"Okay..." he whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath, as if he’s finally letting the tension go.

You smile softly, "Come on, let's bring this back to the room, shall we?"

He smiles back, his hand gently finding yours as you lead the way back.

It turns out, you're not just a decoration. You're the one who keeps him grounded, stopping him from losing himself just by your presence.

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bǎo bèi = treasure

Lún dào wǒ le = My turn

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Aaaaand the rest of the t&I package lineup!! 🪩

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Heyy can I have Wu Chang, Mary and Joseph reacting to their s/o giving their mini pet versions more love and affection then them? They think the pets are too cute to not give attention to

Sorry if I made any mistakes English isn’t my first language :)

I do believe I’ve seen people write for Joseph’s pet receiving more attention than him, but here’s my shot at this.

Wu Chang, Mary, and Joseph getting jealous of their mini versions

Warnings: slight jealousy

Xie Bi’an

At first, he thought the fact that you had a mini Wu Chang as your pet was pretty cute, until you began giving it more affection than you gave him.

Of course, he was happy that you were happy, but the bitter pangs of jealousy began creeping up on him.

‘Qin ai de - ah, you’re playing with your pet again... Well, please don’t let me disturb you.’

He wanted to say something else, but left as you hugged the mini Wu Chang to your chest.

He’d plan dates with only you and him (and Wujiu, if you were also dating him) and amp up the sulking if you had brought your pet with you.

‘Ah, I thought I had specified that this date was only for you and me, but you brought it along… it looks like you love it more than me.’ But of course, this was in a joking tone, no matter how he felt.

Expect a lot more of romantic gestures and pampering, as if he was saying ‘I don’t understand why you give the pet more attention than you give me. Look - I can treat you better.’

Fan Wujiu

Unlike Bi’an, he was kind of annoyed that you had a mini version of him. What to cuddle him? Just ask. Want children? Well, that would be quite a conversation. Everything the mini version of him could do, he could do better.

So, when he saw you pampering the pet more than you gave attention to him, he was quite infuriated. Marching towards you, he snatched it from your hands.

‘Give me affection, then I’ll give you back your pet.’

While his directness can be appreciated, sometimes it would be too much. You explained that it was a harmless pet, and that you were comforting it because it was sad you got chaired first.

Hearing this, Wujiu calmed down and stroked the head of the mini him thoughtfully. ‘I did not expect these tiny things to be capable of feeling emotions. How interesting.’

Still, he’d prefer you go to him immediately after matches, especially since you could potentially get injured.

Mary

Sometimes, Mary would get pretty insecure - was she a good girlfriend? There were many other good candidates in the manor, yet you still stuck by her side. She was sure that you would eventually leave her, so seeing a little pet that looked like her to keep you company reassured her a little bit.

That was until you began giving it more affection than you gave her.

She saw an example of this in a match you had with her - you had asked her not to go easy on you, so she obliged, leading you to be chaired. You were comforting the shivering mini Mary, which made the former queen quite displeased.

‘How dare you! You are my lover first, and then the owner of that pet second. Now, as we wait for your teammates to rescue you, shall we have a lovely chat?’

Slightly puzzled, you were rescued by your teammate and Mary continued to chase you.

Be prepared for intense courting, European style, after you finish every match. She can’t stand someone else sweeping you off your feet, even if it’s a mini version of her.

‘Ma chere/mon cher, I had Emma pick the best flowers for you. Now be a dear and let me braid these in your hair/make you a flower crown.’

Joseph

The Frenchies are very similar in how they react to your pet. How lovely of you to have a little remainder of him every where you go! To By God, why are you giving it more attention than you give him?

He’ll also attempt to win your attention by going on more extravagant dates, and all in all spending more time with you.

‘Beau, would you like for me to show you some recipes that… Claude and I used to enjoy? Can you bring your pet? No, I’m afraid it may cause a mess.’

Out of your sight, he’d be rather petty with his mini version. From glaring to knocking if off the table, he’s not going to accept another competitor. Of course, he’d stop if you asked, begrudgingly, but be sure to reassure him that he’ll be the only one in your eyes.

[eunxhan]

Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ Hiya! I just wanted to know which killers in IDV you head cannon as just like contrasting yanderes? (Basically when you behave they pepper you in kisses gifts until you disobey them and then.. well, you imagine 😞😞) Have a good day/night!

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Oh I love this idea, I had to read each and every Hunters Wikipedia.. And I can't seem to find more explanations about 'contrasting yandere'. Some characters I don't really know quite alot about and I'm sorry if these are rushed and little, I ran out of ideas for most. I just noticed that all of the yanderes I've picked have one thing in common.. Is they love music:'))..

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC/ROMANTIC.

Reader ⨾ NON SPECIFIED. GN!RDR. YOU/YOURS.

Words used ⨾ 1,583 words 8,824 characters

Characters ⨾ YAN! ANN, JACK, JOSEPH, ANTONIO, MICHIKO, XIE BI'AN & FAN WUJIU.

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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Ꮺ ANN ( DISCIPLE ) ⨾

She's a dangerous, sympathetic and terrifying at the same time. She's a faithful and devoted follower of a Hunter, whom she regards as her God and savior. Though, she's a dangerous and sadistic individual who relishes in punishing and torturing those who defy her God. Now she expects you to do the same, she wants you to be disciplined uand do nothing but to listen to her. It's on her name.

She worships her darling by being overly devoted, possessive and loyal. She will do anything to make her darling happy, including stalking and isolating you from other people. She will also be very attentive to your needs and wants, and will always try to anticipate your wishes.

Now if you obey her? Oh she'll reward you with her love, affection, and protection as usual. She will do everything in her power to make sure her darling is happy and content, and will go to great lengths to please you. This might include cooking their favorite meals, planning activities they enjoy, or even sacrificing her own needs and wants. That's how she express her love to you.

But on the other hand, if you ever disobeys or betrays her, she will not hesitate to use her violent and vengeful nature. She will stop at nothing to make sure her darling is hers and hers only, even if it means using force and intimidation to keep you under her control.

Now after her horrible punishment as trapping you inside a small dark room with nothing. Expect for her cat to be following you whenever you go, The cat is a way for her to monitor and control your behavior, as the cat can act as a spy and snitch on you whenever you behave in a way that is not approved by Ann. The cat is a good a tool to punish you if they disobey or betray her. Now say goodbye to your privacy...

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Ꮺ JACK ( RIPPER ) ⨾

Like I said on my last headcanons about him.. He's not nice even in the beginning. He's a violent and unhinged type of yandere who takes great pleasure in causing pain and suffering to others. His sadistic nature, he's obsessed with his darling and will do anything to make you happy.

Jack's love to his darling is such that he'd go to great lengths to keep you close and under his control. He'd stalk, isolate and even kill anyone who stands in his way. His darling is his everything, his reason for existing, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He'll showers you with love and affection, just like the last yandere. He will do anything to make you happy and fulfilled, oh he's so proud of his darling! He'll be more attentive to your needs, spoil you with gifts and attention, and make sure you feel safe and protected in his presence. Now you understand why he's doing all of this for you!

He's not surprised if you disobey him, Jack shows no remorse and use violence and intimidation to keep you in line. To let you know who's the one being in charge here, don't even think about trying to escape from his presence again. You'll never see the outside world again if you did.

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Ꮺ ANTONIO ( VIOLINIST ) ⨾

Please, I have a soft spot for this man. He's a musician who's deeply in love with his darling, but who's also capable of resorting to extreme measures to protect and possess his beloved. I hc him as a yandere who likes a darling that appreciate on what he do..

There's a gentleness and sensitivity to him, which makes him complicated. Unlike other Yanderes, who are often motivated by fear or hatred, he seems driven more by love, and is capable of displaying affection, tenderness, and even compassion towards his darling. He actually loves it more when you're comfortable with him.

So when you obey him, he showers you with love, and will do anything in his power to keep it that way. Playing his violin for you (not in a hurtful way—), singing to you, and even composing new pieces to express his love.

If your obedience was just an act in order to keep him blind just for you to escape or seems to be distancing, he can become overbearing and controlling. He'll get frustrated on why you had to do that for, he have given you all, was he not enough? He'll be more strict and give you the cold shoulder.

And if you still continue? He does not hesitate to use his terrifying melody on you. He'll continue to play as your ears are bleeding, throwing up, crying hysterically, having the biggest migraines known to man until you apologize to him and promised to not do it again. Don't worry though, he'll treat you and shower you with affection as if nothing had happened.

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Ꮺ JOSEPH ( PHOTOGRAPHER ) ⨾

He is a skilled and talented photographer who is always ready to capture your perfect moment, though he is also a master of deception and manipulation, using his charm to lure unsuspecting victims into his web. He is obsessed with you, your charm and he will go to extreme lengths to keep you under him, going to an extent to isolate you from anyone.

It's not common for you to obey him, so when the time you suddenly obey him or satisfy his every desire.. He was skeptical, as if it was a trap.. Or a sign that you're giving up and giving yourself to him. Though he rewards you by giving his time and attention.. If you're patient enough and continue to be obedient, he'll be giving whatever you ask.

but when you go against him or betray his trust, he can become cold, cruel, violent. Not hesitating to use his powers to get rid of any obstacle that stands between him and his darling.

He'll be using your insecurities and your past against you as he punishes you by geing trapped in a picture, he'll use manipulation, guilt-tripping, and even stalking, to keep you under his control. To physical or emotional abuse as punishment.

We both know what he's gonna do to you in there. You'll come out with a couple bruises.. And will he help you? No, he's still disappointed of you trying to escape from his grasp.

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Ꮺ MICHIKO ( GEISHA ) ⨾

I actually see her as some mother loving yandere, with so many people that have mistreated her. You manage to catch her in the eyes, usually she hates it but something to you made her want to take care of you, treat you like you need help and guidance from someone bigger.

Deep sense of love and loyalty towards you, whose behavior are often driven by her desire to keep her darling safe. She's not driven by hatred, but by a deep-seated fear of being alone and of losing the person she loves.

It'll take long for her to notice your sudden obedience towards her but once she got to it, she's so happy that you're listening to her! she showers you with more affection, and keep you obedient. Spoiling her beloved with expensive gifts, taking you out on lavish adventures, and using her charm and beauty to make you love her.

If you ever disobey her, she let's it slide twice or thrice.. But if it keeps going and using her kindness to your advantage. She'll be angry, she can't manage to hurt you as it hurts her more but she had no choice.. She's manipulative.

She's more on scolding you with her words, the same as Joseph, she'll use every single flaw that you had against you until you fall back. It hurts more than it hurts you, yknow?

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Ꮺ XIE BI'AN & FAN WUJIU ⨾ ( a bit ooc? )

Xie Bi'an is a quiet and reserved individual, who's deeply in love with his darling, and will do anything to keep you safe. He's the type to use manipulation, guilt-tripping, and stalking to keep you on his grasp. He's also capable of resorting to physical or emotional abuse as punishment just like any other yanderes.

Fan Wujiu, on the other hand, is a fun-loving and playful individual. He's the type to use charm, wit, and humor to distract you from doing something ridiculous. He's also capable of using manipulation and gaslight to ensure that his darling remains loyal to him.

Once darling get so obedient, both of them might view the sudden obedience of you as a sign that they are finally getting through to you, and might feel a sense of satisfaction and relief as you're finally accepting them as a part of your life. Fan Wujiu would be more touchy while Xie Bi'an continue to whisper sweet nothings against your ear.

They have all the patience in the world no matter how many times that you disobey them, they understand that it's suffocating to have them by your side most of the time so they give you space..as long as you're still in their sight.

But once you try to escape or do much worse.. They see it as disloyalty, you have no choice but to accept them being next to you at all cost. Taking turns to keep an eye on you, keeping you under their umbrella.

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JB Doodles #3 🧸☕🍂˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

We went to the cafe my sis and I ALWAYS drop by whenever we're there and the shop owner gave me my latte for free !!!!! 🥺🥺

It's the pretty privilege i swear (/j if u take this srsly and /srs if u think im joking)

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Sketch page while I was practicing faces ft. Some requests from my friends + Misty mountaineers

[sockibean]

Happy Pride Month ! ! 🐰🏳️‍🌈

[teabreakpancakes]

Can you do Joseph,Aesop and Wu Chang with a male s/o who is a demon like Nezuko

male s/o used to be a lab experiment and he likes wearing kimono

Bound By The Red Spider Lilies Joseph, Aesop and Wu Chang x Male! Reader

although this is a male reader request, i don't actually use gender specific pronouns while writing, i use the personal pronoun "you" mostly

Genre: Fluff

You were a new hunter that arrived a few days prior, someone of Japanese descent like Miss Michiko. They were only told one sentence about you: "That muzzle keeps all the residents of the manor safe, it's in your best interest to keep that in mind". Throughout your stay, you piqued the interest of a certain hunter/survivor, luring them in with your charm—although, should it not be the flower that is picked and held captive?

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Il est beau" Joseph muttered under his breath, onyx eyes gleaming under the old fashioned chandelier of the manor's living room. He could only admire you for so long until you noticed, your head snapping in his direction, tilting towards your left inquisitively.

Joseph coughed into his gloved hand, an elegant and practiced smile gracing his face, sheepishness barely visible to those that didn't know him—had he been alive, he would've been blushing. "What book are you reading amour?" he questioned, not wanting to explain why he was once again caught watching you like a moron. You shook your head, eyes smiling as you showed him the front cover of the book. Joseph sat down beside you, leaning over slightly to trace the engraved title. 'The book appears to be of Japanese origin', he guessed, unfamiliar with the letters used.

"Would it trouble you if I asked of you to read this book to me?" he inquired in a hushed tone, peering into their unnaturally coloured irises. It was a lighthearted request, one he had been withholding for a while; He knew that if he were to ask, you would not hesitate to indulge him, he know that only he had the privilege to hear your voice, to see your smile, to hear you laugh. Your voice was a treasure to him, one that meant you trusted him.

Your broad shoulders shook with a silent chuckle, nodding at the French aristocrat. You stood from your seat on the couch, holding out a hand for the photographer to hold. You departed, walking side-by-side towards his room. He traced patterns into your warm skin; Had he not known you were a demon, he would've taken you for a human, but he supposes it was unnatural for him, a dead man, to possess a heart that beats once more.

he gifts you kimonos of high quality, as well as a few traditional japanese treats (he asked miss Geisha)

hums lullabies to you on nights where any sound a level higher than average incites anxiety and fear within you—like he used to do so with claude back then

often takes pictures of you, ones that appreciate every little bit of you: the parts you like and don't like are all of the highest form of beauty in his eyes

aids you in maintaining and caring for yourself: if you have long hair, he combs through it every day at least three times. he also takes care of your nails—they grow rapidly, so he has to trim them pretty often so you don't injure yourself

he enjoys watching you perform tea ceremonies when you both have afternoon tea together—on occasions when it's cloudy and dark outside

he's asked Geisha about japanese etiquette on numerous occasions as to not disrespect you

he prides on the fact that only he has heard your voice within the manor

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋

Aesop was a social recluse, he had just so happened to encounter you in the main hall of the manor during one of the rare occasions of his person leaving the comfort of his room. He had never expected a hunter—let alone someone as beautiful as you—to send one of the kindest "smiles" in his direction; He felt as if the kindness conveyed through your eyes alone brought a touch of colour to the monochrome life he had lived through until that very moment.

Months later, he had received the highest privilege he could have ever wished for: calling you his beloved. You, who was already one with what could be called "eternal rest", the you who claimed to be deceased and yet showed more life than those of which who still had blood pumping through their very veins.

Before meeting you, he could only see beauty in the act of dying. He finds you, the love of his life, to be the one thing in his life that remains untouched by outside principles he's been taught.

He ponders deeply as you grace him with a smile, one not hidden away behind a piece of bamboo. 'Was this the love my mother talked about?', the question remained unanswered, and yet despite that, he could say with confidence that he loves you. But, would he really remain by your side until the end of time? he's only a mortal after all.

he tends to spend his time outside more often because of you—away from prying eyes at the very least, during the night

he adores the way you look at him, how could you look at him with such fondness—such care—such a doting gaze on the likes of him?

he doesn't know how to comfort people, but he tries for you; he combs through your hair gently, letting you lay on his chest

aesop tends to sleep at the same time as you, if you stay up, he can too, if you sleep early, he sleeps early too

he sometimes traces over the lovely patterns left on your skin that were caused by the experiment, always tells you about how beautiful you are with them too

he adores your voice, considers it a blessing to hear you speak

for some reason, you are drawn to warmth. so he becomes used to physical touch, the reason being one, wanting to be closer to you and two, because you are akin to a reptile and he is your 'heating pad'

avoids bringing up the topic of death with you, he knows you think of it as unpleasant, so why would he go out of his way to displease you?

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Upon meeting you, they never could have anticipated that you were such... a bright soul. Had you never had told them, they never would've thought that you weren't a mortal. You seemed more human than most of them, the only indicators of you being of a different species were your eyes—such a colour could never belong to a human—and your souvenirs from the scientists that performed experiments on you.

You were an incredibly gentle soul, cowering upon meeting them initially. Wujiu quickly learned that speaking softly with you was a must if he wished to befriend you. They learned that being patient with you was the key to getting close to one of the most sincere individuals in their lifetime.

Bi'an and Wujiu were enamoured by you, there was only such a small amount of individuals capable of conversing or even interacting with them since they normally kept to themselves. You had wormed yourself into their lives, seeking solace within the small world of the umbrella the two souls choose to reside in.

With you, their closed off world gained unimaginable amounts of colour that completely erased any trace of mundanity from their daily cycle of life. Change isn't a welcome occurrence for some individuals, but they couldn't help but be eternally thankful for your arrival in their lives.

wujiu makes his voice softer and more quiet with you

bi'an often dotes on you with physical touch (he knows it comforts you if it's done by people you're close to)

most of the time they have outside of matches is spent with you

if your hair is long, they both enjoy caring for your hair—using up so many hours on just pampering you in general

they both tend to worry about the state of your teeth—does it not hurt to bite on the bamboo for so long?

when taking strolls outside and it's not completely dark, their umbrella comes in handy! they shield you from any light that could possibly hit you—even if you say it's not "fatal", it still hurts you do just accept their treatment

you three have matching kimonos, matching in pattern but each in your own colpur palettes

A/N: we got a four day break ^^, ofc, i still have tasks to accomplish but at least we don't have any class