#geisha x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

[momo-hearts]

Kinda dry in here so i want to request a hunter gn/nb reader who got bullied the whole match *cough* camping pallet *cough* dance emote

Idk how many character you accept it or I'm just blind but geisha, Mary and anyone who you feel like they also share this same issue.

Fluff please....after this happens

Also HC please i don't want to request too much

(but what if yandere? Ok I'm sorry-)

requester, i dont mind many characters! 20 or something is alright with me but it will take a very long while!

Also massive ooc for mary bcuz i never played her

Dont be afraid to request much!

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Yandere! GEISHA

- In one of your matches, she heard one of the survivors were dirt talking you. Such thing won't pass her, sure, she usually remain peaceful after matches but hearing someone trash talk about you? You? Her love? That stood to low.

- maybe a little threat won't hurt? Maybe? But you are her first priority, so she came to you.

- you might be a little... Oh, who knew. You were clearly upset. She would sat next to you, holding your hand. Softly rubbing your hands in circles.

- ` its alright my dear.. Theyre just empty words. Don't worry too much. `

- atleast tries to comfort you, but her love langguage isn't words of affirmation but physical and acts of service.

- atleast expect some touch and surprise presents for a few days to make you feel better.

- will invite you (more like drag you-) to let her play the shamisen for you. Not going to lie, her skills are very impressive and the songs seems very familiar to you.

- she will also make paper flowers and gave it to you as a bouquet, if you still upset over it.

- genuinely cares about you, and will go out of her way to cheer you even a tiny smile will sent her to the hospital.

` The butterflies is setting this year, would you like to see them with me? `

Yandere! Bloody Mary

- ` darling, whats the matter? Why are you so upset? `

- will ask if your alright. Are you upset, pouting or are you just tired? Countless possibilities that could be your mood.

- upon hearing that you have a bad match with a few survivors, she invited you to an afternoon tea party. Filled the brim with varies desserts and cream fillings that would make the mercenary water for all eternity.

- but these are just for you💕.

- doesn't pressure you to talk about it, but if you will. She will listen to your troubles and vent to the ears, despite her annoying mirror-

- ahem, will sing, touchy or have a simple lunch together to make you cheerful.

- her love langguage is acts of service and quality time, so shes best at comforting you at your lowest or baddest day.

- though, the survivors wont... be so good.

` my darling, the tea is ready. Wont you join me for abit in the garden? `

[kazudesuu]

Could you do the geisha x reader headcanons

geisha (idv) x gn!reader

thanks so much for the request! hope this is up to your expectations :)

— geisha’s love

: what would dating geisha be like?

- geisha is a soft and gentle lover. she’s always on the lookout for you and always fusses over you.

- some may say she seems like a mom but to you, she’s your lovely protector.

- geisha is actually quite shy when it comes to you. whenever you’re around, she feels like she’s on cloud nine and can’t stop blushing like a schoolgirl.

- and you find it adorable.

- geisha would probably gift you a hairpin on some special occasion. whether you’re female or male, she still hopes you’ll cherish her gift.

- sometimes, geisha may feel insecure. her ex father-in-law didn’t accept her and she was scared you wouldn’t too.

- however, once you did show her your love for her, the worry would be washed away.

- mostly.

- of course, there are times where those thoughts come back but you’ll always be there to reassure here.

- moving on to in-game context, if you are a survivor and she’s the hunter, she’ll go easy on you.

- geisha would leave butterflies on you so whenever she sees you in the match, she’ll dash straight for you.

- it’s a terrifying experience for other survivors, i mean imagine a lady coming at you at unimaginable speeds looking like she’s about to murder you.

- yeah, terrifying.

- however in your case, whenever you hear that sound signalling that she’s about to dash, you open your arms and she dives straight into your chest.

- if you are a hunter, geisha would invite you for a duo hunters match every chance she got.

- in the matches, the two of you would team up and take on survivors together.

- much to the chagrin of said survivors.

- she’ll continuously praise you after matches (applies to both survivor and hunter).

- anyways in conclusion, dating geisha = good

“the moon’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?

[red-stained-virtues]

A Tree Notices one of its Fallen Leaves

~Sypnosis: During a match, Michiko matched a survivor she wasn’t well acquainted with had a new companion running along her side, one that looks strikingly similar to her.

~Note: this is self-indulgent and I barely know anything about IDV so please bear in mind.

Characters mentioned: Geisha(Michiko), multiple survivors

Another day had come when a match was arranged, the survivors had to decode the ciphers and the hunters would hunt them down before they could escape, out of the many hunters chosen for this round the popular Geisha had been chosen; she was most often friendly with matches unless she really had to win the round.

And in this particular match, she was against one of the survivors she was not well acquainted with nor matched often with you. She was underprepared since she needed to win this match, and if not, she might get demoted in the ranks"Oh dear, hopefully, it’ll be easy to deal with them".

While waiting in the lobby, she went to visit them for a little while to see who she needed to deal with, aside from (name) she wasn’t bothered that much with the team, aside from the enchantress, it was enough for her to get a draw “Maybe this match won’t be so bad”.

Whilst out to look for at least two survivors she spotted (name) very easily, with her butterfly she was quick to dash over to you, your attempt at kiting was quite feeble, to say the least, and you were slow at climbing over windows and running wasn’t your strong suit either, which might have pointed her that you were a decoder, so it was easy to knock you down.

As she was about to grab you off the floor she felt a strong movement from her kimono, she turned to see what was causing it and saw a mini version of herself swinging her fan at her causing the mini to fall over itself and hit the floor. Michiko couldn’t help but giggle at the scene “haha, your attempt is admirable but futile so maybe you’ll stay with (name)”, noticing you were slowly crawling away, she scooped you up along with your doll to a nearby chair and locked you in “You should bring your doll more often when we match” she said before leaving to go hunt other survivors.

The coordinator was hiding nearby waiting for an opportunity to rescue you, as it finally came, she took the chance and healed you when you both got far enough “I know this isn’t the time to say this but we should really get the photographer to catch that scene” she whispered to you.

You were flushed when she said, as you start to recollect the scene that she was recalling “so you saw the whole thing?!!” you yowled at her, “please don’t, she might get nervous when someone brings it up” you sighed.

“You know about that?” the coordinator asked while she still healed you “no, I just assumed since I always see her covering her face” you replied but you were then interrupted by a red light shining your way, Geisha in her Prajna form left you both in shambles, running in the opposite direction where Martha did most of pallet dropping.

Luckily, in the end, it was a draw with you and Martha being the ones to tie the match and the enchantress and lawyer being sent back to the manor.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒

✿ 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪 ✿

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Pairing: Yakuza!Nanami Kento x Geisha!Reader

Genre: MafiaAU, GeishaAU

Word Count: 3124

Warnings: mentions of blood and killing. Its a mafia au what do you expect. No smut, fluff if you squint.

Summary: You've just started your life as a full fledged geiko and one evening with a man you meet might just change your life.

A/N: I wrote this as a seperate fic for a friend for her birthday and liked it so much I waned to make a Nanamin version so here y'all go! :)

Part One

You sat at the table, your elder sister diagonally opposite you as she laughed and entertained one of the most respected and well-known gokudo leaders in Kyushu. A sharp man who regularly travelled down to Kyoto to sit with her and drink tea that she didn’t even brew, only poured into a cup for him. If only you could be like that; gain a danna so young and attentive and not to mention, a treat for the eyes. 

The kimono you had been made to wear for tonight had special motifs on it. It had been gifted to the geisha house by a man – who if the hushed whispers circulating the hanamachi were to be trusted – more dangerous than the head of the gokudo himself. Not someone to be trifled with. Stories of his exploits – single-handedly taking down a small army sent by the National Police Agency; slitting the throats of young and foolish kobuns who sold the family secrets to make a quick buck; and being a life-risking loyal dog to his Aniki – had already been spread among your sisters like hot oden selling out on a cold winter evening. You had listened to all these and soaked in the knowledge. Knowledge that now came flashing up into your mind as you carefully poured out the hot tea, just as you had been taught and served it to your kimono gifter and his dark-haired friend. Your kimono, a pale blue silk, artfully decorated by the white camellia that flashed in the light of the lamps. 

You thought back wondering why you of all people may have been chosen to entertain this very esteemed guest. Sure, your dance was good, but it wasn’t that it stood out beside your sisters. You could play the shamisen relatively well, but not like the masters did. Why had you been chosen, fresh out of your training period having just had your mizuage… 

The only conclusion wracking your brain could lead you to was that perhaps it was because you, of all the maikos and geikos around you, were able to refrain from spreading the circulating rumours. Partake you did – but only so much as to listen…

Thankfully your sister had done most of the talking, leaving you to smile and pour the tea and ponder the meaning of what your Okasan had said earlier when she had come with the younger girl Hana to help you wear your make-up and jewellery. 

The cool wet brush that painted your skin white, helped calm your nerves and when you looked in the mirror, you barely recognised the beautiful woman staring back at you with her blood-red lips and darkened lashes. As she had been painting, Hana had looked like she wanted desperately to ask you something but a sharp glare from Okasan quieted her eagerness; she continued to help pick out appropriate jewellery for your new kimono. 

When she was happy with how you looked, Okasan made you stand and turn once so she could see all of you. An approving nod and then a sigh, “A white camellia, I see. Who knows what these men think…” 

***

The pressure you felt to be perfect was unbearably high, and you were glad to have your elder sister there to help ease you into the conversation. There had been times that you had gone to the tea house before, but it was only to watch from behind the screen and learn from your elder sister; one of the most sought-after geisha in Kyoto. You had admired her smooth movements and the grace with which she carried herself – entranced by her much like the men she was there to entertain. This time, however, it was you dancing and entrancing while she played the music. 

The men you had been called to spend this evening with had already been seated at a large square table. There were four of them. Geto-san of course whose eyes kept getting drawn back to your oneesan. It was always her company he valued more than that of any other geisha in the karyūka. To his right sat the aptly nicknamed right-hand man, Gojo-san. These two men you knew; were acquainted with even, but opposite to Geto and Gojo were two new men whom you were seeing for the first time. A tall man with a  large hooked nose and tired eyes that seemed to carry the weight of the world, faced Geto. And between them a man with soft blonde hair and warm brown eyes. 

As the night went on, you poured tea, giving way to pouring sake, and batted your lashes smiling with a practised ease. You couldn’t help but notice that the man beside you was drawn to you much in the way that Geto-san was drawn to your oneesan. He had been introduced to the two of you as Nanami Kento-san. And the taller, to your other side, Higuruma Hiromi-san. “Part of my organisation.” as Geto-san had put it. They were, no doubt, as close to him as Gojo-san was. 

You felt those brown eyes on you as you poured the warm sake. Specifically on the stripes of bare skin left unpainted on the nape of your neck. Upon tuning – to hand Nanami-san the cup – you confirmed. It hadn’t been your imagination. He had been looking. A keen gaze that now pierced your eyes. An odd feeling in your stomach, made you blush and look away. 

Geto-san’s voice suddenly pierced your reverie! “Kento-kun seems to have taken a liking to you my young geiko!” there was a smile in his voice that translated to his face too. 

You look at him confused. What did he mean? You had just met! You looked at the man, a soft smile on your face, and hoped he would give you an explanation but he simply looked away, now turning beet red. You felt your cheeks heat up as well and looked down at your lap, focusing on the white camellia on the pale blue of your kimono. 

Your oneesan laughed. “Don’t tease her Suguru-san! She’s still quite green!” You felt your face burn. What she said was true but you wished she wasn't telling him about it either way. 

“Do you know what the white camellia means?” asked a tipsy Higuruma-san from the other side of you. You shook your head. No. You didn’t… Even though it evidently was apparent to all others who saw it. 

“Yearning. It signifies yearning!” drawled Geto-san from the other side of the table chuckling. Seemed like the man had been poured quite a bit of sake already. Thankfully your sister chose this moment to intervene and promote your dancing to him which in turn had you getting up and away from the table while oneesan presented her shamisen and played and sang so you could dance. 

When the night came to a close you still hadn’t quite understood what everything had meant and yet the fatigue pulled you under, helping you sleep quickly and without time to think long upon the night’s events… 

“You have been requested for an evening out by Nanami-san!” Okasan squealed, barely hiding her happiness. Your jaw dropped open. It had been a few days since you had spent the evening entertaining the four men of the gokudo with your sister. The events of that day had stuck with you as you kept wondering what Geto-san had meant when he said “Kento-kun” had taken a liking to you. Okasan continued, “He has sent another kimono for you. It seems he has taken a liking to you!” 

There it was again. “A liking to me? Already? What does it mean, Okasan?” You inquired.

“It means your training has been going well.” and that was all the elder lady offered. 

You thought about it as your kimono was tied for you. This time, a soft sakura blossom pink all down to the feet where it deepend into a darker shade. The sleeves showed two rabbits bounding along playfully. 

“Oh look, it’s devotion and intelligence this time,” Okasan joked. “This man and his kimono choices…” 

You could not fathom why Nanmi Kento had such fondness toward you when you had not even met him before… Perhaps tonight, you could weasel the truth from him without it being too forward of you.

The tea house was bustling, you had been shown to a private room where Nanami-san waited. Although you were fresh out of your apprenticeship, he’d chosen you alone to accompany him for the evening, and you felt a nervousness upon entering. The Okiya rarely allowed geiko to entertain alone, such a luxury was reserved only for very respected customers, who of course, also had adequate coin. 

You were equipped with your shamisen, in case he wished for music, but if he asked you to dance you would have to ask one of the staff at the tea house to step in and play for you. However, Nanami-san did neither. He only asked you to drink tea with him. You made sure that his cup stayed full, as you were trained. Along with the tea, Nanami-san ordered all sorts of wagashi. He only really spoke to tell you, “Here, eat some more of this.” or “Try the dango. It’s delicious.” in his warm baritone. There still hadn’t been an opportune moment for your question however, and this kept you feeling nervous. 

As the night deepened, the tea turned to warm sake. You refrained from drinking too much as was custom, but the alcohol loosened your benefactor's tongue and he began to talk. 

“I hope that you are enjoying this evening, Fukuhina-san.” You still weren’t used to being called by your chosen geiko name. Taking part of your oneesans name – Fukuhana – your new name was supposed to give off the appearance of how you were essentially a younger version of your oneesan. 

“I am…” your voice trailed off  as you wondered about the question that kept surfacing in your mind. You bowed your head to look at your lap not wanting to show the hesitation that was no doubt splayed on your face at the moment. 

Nanami-san frowned, "If anything was not to your satisfaction you can tell me you know... You deserve the best. Only the best…” 

There it was again. The strange – almost devotion that he seemed to have for you, coming up stronger now. His empty cup beckoned you so you took a moment to think while you poured more of the warm sake out for him. As the clear liquid overtook the cup you considered how best you could broach the question.

“Please do not worry, Nanami-san… Th- there was nothing that troubled me.” His admission of only wanting the best for you had you thinking further. 

He hummed, "Troubled you no... I want you to enjoy yourself.... With me." He turned his head to properly look at you... "That kimono looks beautiful with you in it."

“I am told you sent it as well. I must thank you for your generosity and commend your choice, Nanami-san.” 

You gather your courage and try again. “Nanami-san, I- forgive my impudence – but I must ask, What did Geto-san mean when he said that the other day. And Higuruma-san… pointing out the white camellia. And these rabbits… Okasan said they mean something – devotion and intelligence…?” Now that you had started, the questions poured out of you with no restraint. Almost everything you wanted to ask rushed out, but you quickly managed to cull the last one. Why are you being so nice when we have only just met each other? 

Despite the dimness of the light in the room you could see how the man’s cheeks heated in front of you. He took a swig of his drink, emptying the cup – you filled it again, only to have it downed promptly. When you went to pour more he covered it with his free hand, then set it down and turned to look at you. 

“Fukuhina-chan – may I call you that?” he continued after your nod. “Fukuhina-chan, there is a tale that is whispered among those of the gokudo, a tale that has spread all over Japan. There belongs to Geto Suguru, a tiger. A vicious creature that when it has sunk its teeth into its prey does not let go.” Nanami-san lifts his kimono sleeve to show you the snarling tiger tattooed across his arm. Its eyes seem to glow in the fire light. His muscles rippling under his skin make the animal look almost alive – ready to pounce. 

“I am a fierce man. I will admit, I have killed many men – women too. I have more scars than that which I can count. Aniki regards me as his most trusted brother, right alongside Gojo and Hiromi.” you are taken aback at his confession but he continues, “But I am not a man without reason. What I do is thought out and done. What I say I think and say. So believe me when I tell you, I have not fallen for you on some boyish whim…” 

He takes a deep breath, “You do not remember I am sure, but, it was about a year ago, I had been in a terrible shootout with a Kyoto gang and was injured. It was the coming of winter then as it is now, the streets were almost empty save a few stray cats and drunken men who were stumbling home. As I lay by the side of the road, I was certain that if they weren’t chasing after me with their guns, the blood loss would surely take me before my exhaustion did. And then there was a light…”

As he spoke you realised there was a certain familiarity in his story. 

“I lay there, broken, bruised, a pool of my own blood forming around me. Whatever locals walked past, avoiding me like I could and would at any moment snap and take off their ankles. I was not ready to die – full of regrets.” He paused and took a sip of the cup only to remember it was empty as he had stopped you from refilling it. So he took the bottle from your frozen hands and poured himself a drink, and then, one for you, and continued. 

“You came to me, out of the dark, holding that shamisen, very much in the same way that you did today walking into this room. Unafraid of how I looked. You, in that pretty blue kimono, your hair tied up and your face free of this makeup.” He gingerly touched your cheek. “And you pushed your little handkerchief into my hand and said to me, ‘stay alive, I will send help!’”

The memories came rushing back to your mind. That chilly evening, onee-san’s show which went on till late. You who played the shamisen for her to dance to, returning to the okiya with the instrument in your hands, stumbling upon this sorry-looking figure. Rushing to the nearest doctor's house and crying up a storm for them to go help the man! Even promising to speak to Okasan for some payment money but the request had never come and you now understood why! The man – then – had been smaller, sure and beaten up so badly that you didn’t recognise that that man and the one sitting before you now were one and the same, but you realised that the very aura that enveloped him then and drew you to him did so with you here as well. A commanding, yet gentle presence. 

“The doctor and his helper arrived soon after that. They took me to his house, patched me up, and when I asked them how they knew, they told me of the young maiko who cried at the door in desperation, pleading for help and making promises she probably couldn’t keep.” 

You felt yourself blush. “You didn’t owe me anything Nanami-san…” you mumbled. 

“On the contrary Fukuhina-chan, I owe you my life. After that day, I worked harder than ever. At the time I wasn’t so high up in the ranks, but I worked and rose up among the gokudo to sit at the side of the most powerful yakuza leader in all of Japan – and make enough money to become your danna…” You gasped. It was one thing to be a respected patron but another altogether to become a geisha's danna! “That is, if you’ll have me…” 

You could only nod your head, not daring to speak because of the lump forming in your throat. Your danna! That would mean the debt you needed to pay to your Okiya would be taken care of faster. That would mean you could become independent like Fukuhana-neesan was. 

“I am glad you have said yes Fukuhina-chan as I want to lavish you with the opulence you so rightly deserve.” His hand brushed against your cheek again, the cold fingers, a stark contrast to how hot your face felt. 

“Nanami-san.. I don’t know what to even say…” 

“Well, you don’t have to say anything right now, just answer me this, when everyone was lowering their heads and quickening their gait, seeing me dying there, what made you stop? Why did you help me that night? I could have been a danger to you or you could have gotten in trouble with your Okiya…”

It is true, you had dreaded the doctor coming to ask for his payment, not really knowing what to say to you Okasan about why you had called the doctor for an unknown yakuza. In your desperation to see him saved you hadn’t thought that far but what drew you to save him? 

“It was the way in which you held yourself… Even though you were almost dead, your head was high. And you were looking to the stars, not the people around you. You seemed to be wishing you could have done more, and I didn’t want to let you lose that chance.” In the silence around you even this whisper was deafening…      

When Nanami Kento left the tea house that evening, stumbling back to the room he had booked at the inn, his mind was consumed with only one thought. How much he now wanted to kiss your lips. The ones that recognised who he was even before anyone else had. 

Geisha are performers first and foremost, to kiss you and hold you, he knew, he would be asking a lot. But he wanted to show you that to him, you were the only thing that mattered now. He would woo you, and if luck happened to be on his side once again, he would be  honoured to become more than just your danna. 

End of Part 1

End of work A/N: I do not claim to know everything about geisha or yakuza as institutions/people. My understanding is a base level one and there may be things which are not so accurate here. Please allow me some leeway when reading and note that I am not an authority on these subjects. This was written for fun with a little research.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[murd3r0u55ilh0u3tt3]

Riddle Rosehearts with a Hatsumomo reader

Hatsumomo is a geisha from the movie Memoirs of a Geisha, and is the main antagonist. She is beautiful and talented but also cruel and would destroy anyone that gets in her way.

-Ever since he met you during the dorm-sorting ceremony, he DOES NOT like you. You disrespected everyone by calling Crowley a numbskull, called him short, and hell, even yelled at Grim.

-But he also wasn't expecting you to be so....beautiful? Like, straight up looking like a porcelain doll type of flawless skin, cat-like eyes, chiseled cheekbones, long hair smooth as silk...he can hear Vil seething right now.

-So during book one, he saw how you constantly wear kimonos instead of the uniform and kept these hairpins in your hair and makeup on your face. He asked why and you said that you are a geisha and he was like "what's a geisha?"....boy, did you give him a 2 hour lecture on what a geisha is.

-Like I said, he never had a good first impression of you. You were slouchy, rude, and unhinged. But when you put on your geisha facade, he was astonished. He actually didn't think that you were way talented than he was expecting. He likes the way you mastered the art of conversation. You can actually banter with Leona, Vil and even Azul.

-After he overblotted, you told him about your past, on why you never wanted to be a geisha in the first place, your heartbreak, and how you were being evicted from your house. Your hatred with Chiyo and Mameha is what intrigues him the most.

-Honestly he kind of feels bad for you. Because during those times, you were sold like meat and shackled by debt. He's glad you paid all that though. He learned not to mess with you because of that one time, a pomefiore student started talking shit about you and you overheard that. You started spreading awful rumors of him, stalked him, and even destroyed his reputation. Nobody messes with you after that.

-Over time you spent in twisted wonderland, you've grown to be more softer on your judgement on people and started to respect them which made him quite happy.

-Still doesn't like it when you continue to break the rules along with Ace and Deuce. Cater kept on pestering you to have a photo with him, but you kept declining because you are not really familiar with a phone. Trey just encourages you to make friends and not enemies to which you try hard on doing.

[teabreakpancakes]

im in love with the way you think @bobabees

A Baker's Struggles Bloody Queen, Photographer, Wu Chang, Geisha, Axe Boy, "Disciple", "Hermit", Naiad, and Feaster & GN Baker Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Wasted Delicacy

"Son of a biscuit" the baker mutters, hearing their heartbeat race, indicating that the hunter was nearby. Three ciphers had already been popped beforehand but the thing is, whilst going around the map and healing the injured survivors with your treats, the hunter found you by tracing the aroma of your goodies.

"Luca," they spoke, carding their fingers through the inventor's soft brown locks. Luca hums, head twitching as he nibbled on the cookie, occupied with the cipher machine. "Dear, the hunter is nearby, I suggest scurrying off to another cipher so they don't target you" they coaxed, gently pushing the brunette off the cipher machine.

The inventor blinks owlishly, nodding with a toothy smile, "Thanks, s, see you later" he waves, running off to the nearest cipher. They smile before continuing the unfinished cipher, waiting for the hunter to appear.

The hunter draws nearer and nearer, making their heartbeat pick up more and more. They nod, picking up their basket and vaulting the window, activating their speedboost.

Looking behind them, they spot the hunter a few meters away from them, already preparing their abilities.

They really didn't mean to make you spill your cookies, so when they accidentally smacked the basket out of your hands, they really didn't intend to do so. Your eyes remained stuck on the treats splayed across the ground.

The hunter approached the still survivor, surprised to see you walking near them with a downcast gaze. You point to their weapon, "End me already" they said, tone void of any emotion.

The hunter eyes you, unsure of what to do, sure, it is a free kill, but it's no fun if you won't even try.

Footsteps approach the two, stilling at the sight of the hunter. They watch with interest as they attempt to console the devastated survivor.

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with? they didn't know either, it just... came over them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

"Now now, you're a baker, surely, you have more?" the queen chided in an almost questioning manner. The baker frowned at her words, "Those were all the cookies I baked" they replied solemnly, voice quiet.

Mary, unsure of what to say, instead chose to let out a quiet "ah", waiting for you to speak—she wouldn't want to make a fool out of herself trying to pry more from someone that would eventually speak up. The baker looked up at her, gaze never wavering, "I spent three hours on those, I made extra for everyone too" they spoke, frustration rolling off their tongue.

Mary didn't know how to respond, but, by instinct, she placed one of her cold hands on top of their head. "I don't think it would be too late to let everyone have a taste if we ended the match right now," she paused, a bit unsure of how she should continue.

"I'll... even try to help if you'd like" she whispered, patting their head gently as if they were her child—it could just be that she was missing her own children but it wouldn't be so bad if she indulged just a bit.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Are you really just going to remain in that position until I strike you because of some pastries?" the older man questioned, a bit annoyed because a survivor was throwing a tantrum over pastries. The baker sighed, mumbling something the former count wasn't able to decipher.

"Speak up, no one can hear you with how quiet you are" Joseph frowned, leaning down slightly in order to hear them a bit better. "I, I made a lot more than usual so everyone could have a taste even after the match—those were the last ones" they grumbled, frustration piercing through their upset exterior.

The photographer's mouth parts slightly, eyes softening. He had read the baker's background beforehand, he remembered that they valued the art of baking much more than other bakers, to them, pastries are things you should pour your heart into making.

"I apologise for being insensitive, I," he paused, wondering about how to proceed. After thinking for a few more seconds, a lightbulb lights up in the french man's head. "Would you like me to teach you a recipe my... brother and I used to love?" he offered, albeit a bit hesitantly. He watches your eyes light up at the idea, taken aback when you embrace him. "Yes, I would" you mouth into his waist coat, smiling when he returns the hug.

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an lowered the umbrella, looking down at the survivor with concerned eyes. Wujiu was displeased, Why are they so upset over pastries? he complained, sighing in irritation.

The white guard kneels before them, umbrella tucked under his arm. He takes their hand in his, rubbing it reassuringly. His smile is small but apologetic, amethyst eyes uncertain yet firm with resolve.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his soft baritone sounding comforting to your ears. You sniffle slightly, shaking your head—looking into his enchanting orbs. He slowly moves to cup the side of your face, finding the feeling of your warmth against his cold hand pleasant.

Fan sighs from within the umbrella, feeling a bit guilty. It must've taken you a while to make those treats and now all that effort has been wasted. Perhaps, he could step out of the umbrella, he could help you with baking and Bi'an isn't all that lacking in that aspect either so he could also help. It felt oddly troublesome and yet, it felt welcome.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Worry paints over her delicate features, she lowers her fan, slipping it into her obi. She rubs their shoulder, "I apologise for the cookies, do you have any more?" she asks, staring down at the survivor.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Those were all of them, I, I made extra for everyone but now it's all gone" you whispered, disappointment rolling off you in waves.

She smiles softly, you reminded her of the people she used to care for back when she was still alive. Michiko pulls out a small Wagashi, presenting it before the small survivor.

"If you'd like, I can help you in making more, I know quite a bit about making pastries" she offered, smiling at them genuinely. She watches their expression light up, a grateful smile gracing her. "Thank you, I would like that" they spoke, taking the Daifuku from her hand.

Gluttonous Hunters

The hunters don't need food, but that doesn't mean they don't wish to partake.

The baker huffed, leaning against the rocket chair. They shift uncomfortably, trying their best to not drop the basket in their lap. The hunter eyes the basket with interest, the pleasant aroma drawing them towards it.

They snatch the basket from your lap, obtaining a random treat and taking a bite out of the delicious dessert without paying any mind to you.

They always heard the survivors talk about how your treats were the best they've tasted, they've always wanted to judge whether or not that was true or not.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

The inventor eyed the basket with interest; whilst he was still alive, Herman would often get him to try out new dishes, recipes and treats of all sorts—but he had to admit, the aroma of your pastries stood out amongst all of the pastries he's had beforehand.

Alva leans on the wall behind him, admiring the craftsmanship of the basket. The chaired survivor eyes the tall hunter, eyes trained on his every move. Their eyes widen when he makes a move to retrieve one of their goods from the basket.

The baker frowns, "Hey! I only made enough for the survivors!" they hollered out, visibly annoyed. Alva glanced at them, cocking his head—"Will you make some for me after the match if I only eat one?" he asked, eyes holding a particular look in them that made it hard to say no.

The baker blinked repeatedly, shocked to hear the hunter being so polite during a match. They huff, nodding, "Alright, I will, b, but, don't eat those okay?" they request with a pleading look, knowing only two pastries are left. Alva smiles slightly, placing the basket in their lap gently.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

Grace traced the patterns of the basket, smiling gently. The baker stared up at her, wide-eyed, in awe of the pretty woman. "Y, You can taste them if you want" they say, bashfully looking away.

The hunter eyes the survivor, she knows you're different from all the other humans but she just can't bring herself to warm up to anyone so easily.

She nods hesitantly, taking a pastry in between her two fingers before chipping off a small piece with her teeth. Her eyes widen, palate screaming with joy at the taste.

She peers down at the survivor, tapping their shoulder gently. Smiling at them softly, she ruffles their hair, hoping that it would deliver her gratitude.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

The boy's mouth waters at the aroma of the pastries, hugging the basket to his chest. His head shifts up, hesitantly meeting the baker's gaze. "C, Can I have some?" the kid asks, as polite as he can be.

The baker opens their mouth, contemplating. Do I give in to the kid and spare the survivors none or... they consider, already reaching a decision. "You can eat them all, but leave one okay?" they beam.

Robbie embraces them for a bit before opening the basket and snacking on the treats. The boy practically vibrates with joy, enjoying the taste of each wonderful treat.

"Do you like them?" the baker prods, staring fondly at the sight of the hunter being a kid. The hunters all seemed human in one way or another, the baker thought, smiling. The boy nodded fervently, hand still stuck under the accessory covering his head.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Onyx eyes widen slightly upon hearing a soft thud from behind her. Turning around, she eyes the basket on the ground. The survivor looked visibly flustered, in an awkward position that made it look like they were attempting to retrieve the basket.

The Geisha only smiled graciously, gently picking it up. She dusted off the basket before presenting it in a manner only a seasoned hostess would know how to. She placed it on their lap, gazing at them curiously when they nudge it towards her.

"Are you offering me one?" she voiced out euphoniously, lowering herself until she was face-to-face with them. You nod, "I, If you don't mind, you can have some, I made a bit more than usual" you replied, smiling at the hunter.

She smiled gratefully, gently opening the basket before taking a cookie into one of her hands. She flicks her hand fan open before taking a bite of the cookie. Her obsidian eyes seem to sparkle with each bite. Finishing the cookie, she bows to the survivor, thanking them.

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑

His tentacles manhandle the basket, forcing out angry yells of disapproval from the survivor. He pays you no mind, examining the beautifully crafted basket.

He lifts up one of the hatches, greeted by the soft and warm aroma of their pastries. The eldritch god takes one of the cupcakes into his hand, while the baker watches in horror as a rift rips through his "face" forming a mouth.

He seems to be pleased by the taste—judging by the fact that he literally threw the basket's contents down that very same rift. Hastur emits a sound resembling a cat's purring, and slowly, the rift slowly shuts, reassuring you that you wouldn't in fact be one of the things on the menu.

He slithers close to you, placing the basket back onto your lap. "I would like for you to make more for me after the match" he requests, oddly docile as he trails his odd tentacle up your neck, purring even more when you nodded. It felt weird to have the hunter rub your body, it felt as if he was treating you as his pet.

[oletus-manors-log]

could I also ask for some general relationship/romance hcs with michiko & norton?

-📀 anon

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Ooh, Michiko and Norton, hm? I see... I can do these two, no worries. They have been on my list, anyway. Hopefully this is up to your expectations, 📀 anon. I tried my best with these two. ♪

Oh, and I'm trying a new format. Hopefully this is more easier to read. The last thing I need is for this to look.. Clunky. ”

General Romance HCs for: Michiko & Norton Campbell

Romance? What romance? Norton had expected the concept to not be possible with him.

Because of his past, he actually thought that life would be cruel to him. He's lost his companions in the accident... Others thought of him as a scumbag... Why would you think that he would be blessed with romance of all things?

The biggest thing that had changed his perception was definitely when he came to the manor. Enduring night terrors wasn't the greatest, and because of the life-threatening and altering events he endured, he's built up walls to protect himself.

He actually had nightmares of it- the gnawing fear feeding into the trauma he endured, the many times he had pushed others away, even using them in the past as stepping stones...

Norton truly thought that he was the scum of the Earth. A dead man. He does not deserve something so... So foolish and sweet as love.

... And yet, when he does fall in love?

He falls hard.

Don't get me wrong: a man of his caliber and experience is not an easy one to romance. He's a stubborn soul till the end, and can even be spiteful, too. But during his time in the mines and even with others in the manor, he's learned a few things on romance.

He likes to take the matter slow. He rushed into a few things himself in the past, and it has cost him. Because of that, he learned to take his time and ease himself into the relationship.

He, like Grace, likes collecting things. However, he would only collect authentic and real gems and minerals, often showing it to his lover when he deemed them to be trustworthy.

Norton is a bit of a flirt, but not overly or over the top. He likes to take it on a subtle turn, making sure that only he gets to see his beloved flustered or act embarrassed.

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually touch-starved! The Prospector likes to hold his lover close and show his affection that way, often opting to kiss parts of their skin and even trace words on the palms of their hands. However, if his lover expressed that they want to hold him and do the same, he might act a little... Adverse.

Be gentle with the man, please. Even if he pulls away, he will secretly thank his lover if they insist and help him stomp out the uncertainty cropping up on his mind. Even when in a relationship, he has moments of self-doubt and self-destructive behaviors, so it would do some good if his lover is able to get him out of it.

He would sometimes toss a magnet to them if he sees them in a match, mostly to get them away from the hunter, or (if its a friendly match), just to hug them. What? Can't he do that?

Hehe, how cruel... Of course he would do that.

In special days and anniversaries, he'd even have some dates planned. Getting stuck in the manor doesn't yield much date plans and locations, but with his lover and in love, the Prospector will do anything to make it special.

God knows this man is protective, and to a bigger fault than people may think. If there is someone that would put his lover in harm's way or even something in the match going awry, he'd be there to shield them.

He may dislike getting hurt after, but seeing his lover safe, it felt like getting new scars is worth the effort.

A man with a streak of misfortune as Norton is, there's a lot of mystery behind the once greedy survivor. Although now that he's a lot more... Lax, he's able to show his love to his beloved if they stuck by his side for so long.

Despite seeing the prettiest of jewels and minerals, to him, his lover is the prettiest and rarest of them all.

“ ... Sometimes, I wonder what makes you attracted to me. We're both opposites, but I guess that's what makes the saying, ‘Opposites Attract’ true, hm? ”

Oh dear... Michiko is probably not the best with romance. Or, at least, rekindling it.

Let's just say the Geisha has had her experience with love. She had fallen in love with Miles, after all, and after all that she endured, she has yet to return to it when she was still in grief.

Much like Norton, be patient with the lady. After her first time, she's a lot more wary and wouldn't want to hurt someone's feelings for her withdrawal nature.

She is a little avoidant of romance in this aspect at first, thinking that she herself did not deserve any sort of affection from others. Combine that with the prejudice in the past...

It is understandable on why she's too cautious of people, and especially to those who like her, yes?

Although she may be reluctant to start again in the aspect of romance and courting, she has her own ways to show she likes someone once she has fallen for the person in question.

It is a bit of a slow burn before she gets to really liking the person, considering the underlying trauma and fear she has in showing her vulnerability. She's still trying to recover through it, but sometimes, she would contemplate on what makes someone so... Special.

Although, when she fully falls for the person, that is where the actual healing path starts and her desire to love again.

She used to do performances due to her job as a Geisha, so she would often show said performances to her lover if they wish to see it.

A woman that respects tradition despite the prejudice she endures from Westerners, she would teach her beloved how some of them operate, just so they would know how things work and especially when a special occasion comes.

Michiko is a woman that values quality like most, but she does have a bit of a habit in tending to her beloved's needs like a quiet wife should. She would do it without even thinking much of it, giggling when she see the embarrassed look in her beloved's face.

What? It's cute, come on— admit it. It isn't every day you really get to see her smile now, is it?

She often likes to be the one to put on makeup for her and her lover, depending if they really want to dress up with her. She would also be the one to manage their outfits, sometimes having others help in tailoring specific costumes and keeping it hush-hush.

In matches, Michiko would often travel with her beloved around the map whilst speaking to them. She wouldn't mind having to listen to some stories with them, or even speak about her own tales. If they're lucky, she'd even put on a little show for them and the other survivors!

The butterfly she summons out of resentment seem to flock over to her lover, akin to a moth drawing itself close to a flame. It is interesting when this happens, because Michiko would swear that they like her lover more than herself.

It did came with a downside, in that sense that she would find herself dashing over to her beloved in her Prajna form when she wasn't feeling up to being nice.

Not that she minds, really— have you seen her grab emote? Yes. She'll do that to her lover if that was the case.

Speaking of her Prajna form, she would actually use that form around her lover rarely. Though, when they desire it, she will turn into that form and let them do what they wish.

She is a lot more unhinged when she's in that form, but miraculously, the lady would act like a domesticated beast and wouldn't even think of acting on her urges when she was not in her beauty form.

She does express her shame switching into it sometimes as she doesn't like to scare her beloved. The Prajna form is only reserved to matches and if there's people she really, really dislikes. Almost heavily so.

However, if her lover expressed that matter with an affirmative or a comforting statement, she will ease herself in showing that form more often.

Geisha is one of the few hunters that have experienced love, and although it left her with a bad experience, she is doing well and is healing through the love shared with her partner.

All it takes is patience and honesty— after all, she has endured so much in her time.

All she truly desires is for life to be kind to her, and to give her another shot of romance.

“ My beloved, it's a pleasure to see you again. I have something I wish to show you— a performance for you, as today is a special day. Would you like to see it? I'm sure you'll love it. ”

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[mariewriting]

GN reader

Warnings:Mild possessiveness, observation.

Notes;None

Yandere platonic! Galatea, Grace, Yidhra, Mary and Michiko with a child! reader who is afraid of them.

Galatea Claude

Sisterly affection.

Galatea simply doesn't care if you are afraid of her, she tries to get closer to you. Only because she saw in you a tenderness, a sister's tenderness.

Even if she doesn't care much for the fact that you are afraid of her, she still finds herself a little bit, will try to make you lose your fear. Whether it is by giving little handmade gifts or just showing a little affection.

She does all this. Because remembering the affection she didn't have in her childhood, and looking at you, a child, makes her want to hold you and care for you like a sister does.

She will make you lose your fear.

She just wants to hold you and never let go. Like a sister.

Grace

Sisterly affection.

Grace is very disappointed to find out that you are afraid of her.

Grace can't think of any reason why you should be afraid of her. But she will accept it.

She won't be on top of you all the time, but she will make sure that you are okay. Even if you don't like her presence very much.

Grace views you with a fondness, a platonic fondness. It was the first time Grace felt comfortable in the presence of a human, a human child.

Even if you are always afraid of her presence.

Grace also feels the desire to protect you, because of her troubled past, and is very afraid of you seeing humans, afraid that they will do the same thing they did to her.

Grace will protect you, like a sister.

Yidhra

Motherly affection.

I think Yidhra would be amused to see you afraid of her. She thinks it's funny about how desperate you are to see one of her followers following you. But Yidhra would feel a little, I say, a little guilty. But she has no regrets.

Even though Yidhra is sadistic with everyone, she takes it easy on you. She doesn't scare you so much, and if you get too scared, she just stops what she's doing.

Yidhra is incredibly affectionate to you, even though you have never actually seen her before.

She sends her followers to deliver things for you, be it strangely strange things that you have never seen or heard of. You didn't even know what it was, and you didn't care.

Yidhra would feel a great platonic affection for you, and I dare say it is a maternal affection. But she is very strange, so I can't decide if she has a maternal or platonic affection for you.

She really thinks you are a very interesting child.

You always feel someone watching you when you are sleeping.

Michiko

Motherly affection.

If Michiko realizes that you are afraid of her because of her Prajna form, Michiko will try to spend less time in Prajna form, and more time in beauty form. In the hope that you will lose your fear.

Michiko will try to show more affection, and spend more time with you.

Michiko feels an enormous maternal love blooming in her heart at the sight of you, because in her mind, you are her child. Even if you are not of blood.

If you start to lose your fear, Michiko would feel very victorious. And she will be smiling all day long. Even after losing a match.

She will treat you as her child, sometimes even asking you to call her Mom, and if you do, she would be smiling and proud for the rest of the day.

Michiko will protect you, no matter what.

Mary

Motherly affection.

Mary would feel a little offended when she realized that you are afraid of her.

However, Mary doesn't know why you were afraid of her, and wouldn't even try to pressure you to tell. Because she knew that it's not nice to be forced to talk or do anything.

Mary thinks you are an adorable child, who feels like taking you out of that game

Mary would try to show more affection. Either with words or with gestures. She also wouldn't be the type to be too clingy like Michiko, but she's not that distant either.

She keeps wondering what such a young child is doing in such a horrible game.

Mary would feel a great deal of maternal affection toward you, which is no surprise to anyone. When Mary gets a chance, she gives you a long hug, which lasts about three minutes. And you come out of it much calmer.

[xiaoyoa]

May I request romantic headcanons of Qi Shiyi, Fiona Gilman, and Michiko with an s/o who loves to pamper them ♥

If the amount of characters are too much/prefer not to write you can just choose whoever you want to write for :)

PAMPERING S/O X FIONA, QI, MICHIKO

warning - none! / gender neutral terms / romantic

note - i am SOSOSO sorry for responding to this ask so late! i've had lots of college business and it's all been so hectic...this is my first offical writing though!! hopefully i can look back on this and see how much i've improved.

FIONA GILMAN

- fiona loves you so much, she cannot amount it into words.

- she could care less if you're distant, close, introverted, extroverted....if you managed to get her to love you, she'll love you for eternity

- HOWEVER.

- fiona will never encourage you to spend money on her, or take time out of your day to fufill her needs - however if you DO carry out these activities, she'll fall in love all over again

- fiona's achilles heel is attention, if you give her gifts or massage her when stressed etc etc she will shut down...

- she always returns the favor tenfold though! you bought her a small teddy bear? she bought you twenty. LARGE ones.

- she LOVES pampering you, so make sure you pamper her back - she loves that even more!

- do try not to pamper her too much though, she may completely overload!

QI SHIYI

- qi, much like fiona is a very loving woman

- her love language, however, swings more towards the quality time side.

- her favourite things to do with you is to sit together, perhaps her playing the flute and you reading a book - or maybe you both go out to the garden and look at the flowers?

- either way, she will never pass up an opportunity to spend time with you

- if you were to pamper her, she might not know how to react at first

- she loves it, dont get me wrong! it's just not her style

- you'll find that if you give her gifts - she'll use them religiously

- you gave her a necklace, perhaps? she's wearing it for the next 6 months

- her favourite thing to recieve is hair accessories, or anything hair related! if you suggest doing her hair for her, she won't shut up about it until you do it (she'll only subtly mention it, but after the 50000th hint you'd probably get the point)

MICHIKO

- OH. MY. GOD.

- she ADORES being pampered!

- you and her are a perfect match, even more so than you were when the two of you fell in love!

- michiko adores you, her favourite part of the day is coming back to you and seeing how you're going to pamper her this time

- do her nails? she'll do yours as well! you've brought her some gifts? she'll cherish these forever, thank you s/o! spa night? can't we just do a spa night 24/7, s/o?

- michiko will pamper you back, but she much prefers being pampered by you

- sometimes she'll even fake being ill or upset so you can dote on her....

- in conclusion, pamper michiko and shes never letting go of you, EVERRR

- one thing michiko can never turn down is when you offer to help with her makeup, she finds it so endearing that you want to help with a major part of her identity and culture

- in conclusion she is the BEST person to pamper

[rosemaze-reveries]

IDV women of your choice: preferred places to kiss and to be kissed. Go. 🔫

😇😇 oops my hand slipped

💉🩰🔫🍾🪞👘🐍

💉 Emily - Forehead kisses are her favorite. She loves their warmth and intimacy, especially if you cup her face while soothingly rubbing her temples. But while she enjoys your slow kisses, she tends to only give quick, haphazard ones herself.

🩰 Margaretha - Blows kisses at you regularly. It’s part of her gimmick. Loves to sit on your lap and let you brush your lips over her chest/collarbone area. She has conflicting feelings of shame and solace when you kiss her scars, but in the end she trusts you enough - it's very validating for her.

🔫 Martha - Often leaves casual kisses on the back of your hand. It’s a way to give you reassurance when words can’t. In private, your neck is her preferred place ♡ She isn’t fond of muffling your mouth as it detracts all the fun 😇

🍾 Demi - A sloppy kisser, tugs you close by your collar or your belt loop - whatever is the first within her reach. Likes to swing her arms around you and wind up shoved against a corner somewhere. Not picky at all about where you kiss her!

🪞 Mary - Kisses from her are always a reward. She tilts up your chin with her mirror shard and smirks at you before capturing your lips. On your end, she prefers it when you kiss the back of her hand .. or even the tip of her pointed shoe.

👘 Michiko - Rather vanilla. Still feels flustered just by staring at your lips for too long. She prefers to take it slow - a simple kiss on the lips is the most she will do for you. But she wouldn’t mind if you took it further, she has always dreamed of those elaborate, lingering sessions with someone <3

🐍 Yidhra - Very demanding with what she expects from you - she picked you out of everyone in the universe, after all. It’s almost like kissing the universe, or maybe a ghost. She leaves distinct marks all over you so you can’t forget her time with you by the next morning.

[heartshapedbubble]

this one was requested in my dms so i'll keep it anonymous but here it is - my first wlw ask! anon i really hope i wrote it the way you wanted 😭 i kinda got carried away while writing so these are like 40% comfort 60% fluffy/general hcs whoops looks like i have more ideas for her than i thought

michiko comfort/fluff hcs with a female s/o🌸

michiko is a quite introverted and shy woman

she prefers to keep her emotions to herself as she doesn't want to burden others with her problems, even if it means breaking down after too much negative emotions bottle up

one day she got matched with you - it caused her great stress to have you watch her hurt the other survivors in order to get by and afterwards she let you go

it doesn't help that your teammates were being rude to her and stunning her all the time, she was so stressed to the point she got rougher and more aggressive while hunting and even accidentally injured them more than she intended to

she deeply cares for you and doesn't want you to see her bad side she has to show in the game

you decided to visit michiko after today's match. you saw the bitter expression on her face from the survivors' side, nervously spinning her fan in her hands. the urge to go check up on her was stronger, and you found yourself gently knocking on the door of her room, waiting for a response.

"come in." her soft voice called from behind the door, and you carefully entered her room.

michiko was sitting and facing the window, not even looking at you as you entered. her hands were clutched together, nervously stabbing her thumb with her nails.

"hey, don't do that. you'll get hurt." you approached her from the back, gently resting your hand on her shoulder. is everything okay?

"yes, it's fine, if i could say so. sorry for today's match." a lone tear rolled down her cheek. "i was... so aggressive today. i let my emotions win over after getting stunned again and again and- i'm sorry you had to see that." just then you noticed scratches on her chest, presumably from the old, dusty pallets on red church. "is william okay? i accidentally hit him too hard today."

"yes, he said it was just a scratch and that he'll be as good as new tommorrow. however, are you really okay? " you rolled down your sleeve and slowly brushed away the tear. "please don't do this to yourself, michiko. it's not always a good thing to keep every problem to yourself."

she sometimes vents to you, even though she hates herself for it - but the feeling of comfort that comes after is truly irreplacable, and she trusts you so much

when she's in a vulnerable situation like that she doesn't let people see her face and hides it in either your skirt or chest (she feels bad bc the paint then stains your clothes so she'll wash them for you afterwards)

her favourite type of comfort activity/self care to do with you is either putting on makeup/skincare or eating :] as much as venting/cuddling makes her feel relieved she often feels like it's a one-sided thing, so she prefers doing an activity where you two both have fun and participate in!

^ it also helps her get her mind off of any stressful situation

for makeup - she's very graceful and quick with the application, so if you're not experienced she'll gladly help you out! but if you want to do her makeup she is more than willing to let you do it

for skin care - she loooves skin care, it's so therapeutic and refreshing

often insists on massaging face masks into your face and she has this cute mini ritual thing?? basically she first draws a heart with her finger on your forehead, then pinches your cheeks and then boops your nose she has no idea why she does it but it's cute

while not in matches she keeps her nails short and wears pastel nail polish with occassional cute nail art

aaand it's another thing she enjoys doing with you, a great opportunity to chat too

always recommending you new brands and types of products to use

for eating - michiko is actually kind of anxious about eating in general bc of some bad experiences a long time ago and eating with her loved ones makes her feel more comfortable

her favourite type of food are various noodle dishes! on good days you two will cook everything from scratch, using veggies from the manor's garden and on some worse days you two will end up eating instant ramen

besides noodles she likes tea parties (AND PICNICS!!!!!) and various sweets! however she's not as skilled in preparing them compared to other dishes so you two will usually end up watching mary making macarons or emily making key lime pie

a lot of other residents are also invited to them so it's a great chance to get to know them better - mary, keigan, ann, bane, joseph (very rarely though since he's busy, he often just stops to chat and grab a macaron) etc.

when you two have a tea party alone though it's a bit more intimate - she feels like she's the most expressive about her problems during them and she encourages you to do the same so you two can help each other out

if she's worried about something she clears her mind by taking a walk in the sunny manor garden with you while appreciating the beautiful plants and flowers, her pink parasol shielding you both from the strong sun

enjoys dancing with you :) no matter if it's something traditional or a bit more modern (she would really like 50s-60s pop music imo! especially lesley gore)

knows a bunch of fan tricks! likes to decorate her fans by painting on them too

also a big enthusiast of secret kisses (aka her hiding your faces with her parasol or her fan while you two kiss nfndnfjr)

in conclusion she prefers taking her mind off troubling things by doing something that makes her happy with people she loves! she'd also accompany you if you were troubled or sad, no matter the way you cope with your problems

doing anything with her is incredibly fun since she loves to talk and has so much things to say, she just needs enough time and the right person to fully open up :)

[avinwrites]

Teatime Revelations || Michiko x reader

Synopsis: You're close friends with Michiko. Over time, you realize that your feelings are greater than you ever thought they could be.

As a naturally friendly survivor, you found it difficult to actually be upset with the hunters. You knew that, like the other survivors, they had a job to do and were, for the most part, forced to carry out their responsibilities without regard to who they were harming. However, there was one opponent that you seemed to connect with especially. Michiko’s reluctance to inflict injury upon others and her empathy initially drew you to her. Once, randomly, you decided to finally talk to her outside of a match. On a typical afternoon, you waltzed over to where she resided and asked if she would have tea with you.

This was months ago. 

Now, tea, snacks, and chats are, at the very least, weekly. You got along with her automatically and could talk about any and every thing for as long as possible. You finally got to see that not everything in the Manor was about competition and betrayal. Michiko was as sweet as can be towards you and the others, but no one wanted to accept it. You’re the first person to give her a real chance, and she couldn’t be more grateful, but as the months of friendship went by, something changed. 

It’s weird, really. You couldn’t pinpoint when your relationship with her changed. You can easily recall your first conversation with her, and when you became friends, but after a certain point, your feelings started to blur together and what you thought was turned into something you could not describe. It's just something you feel.

Every time you see her, you experience what it's like to be burdenless. Nothing matters except for being with her, and experiencing the good the world has to offer with her. You’ve gotten to a point where you only feel truly relaxed in her presence. All of this, you would never tell her. You couldn’t help from imagining the potential scenario over and over. Just like any other day, you would go to have tea with her, avoiding eye contact and stumbling over your words, and when you finally get it out that you think of her as more than a friend, she’d shun you, tell you that you’re in the wrong and that you will never be any more than friends, if you are even that anymore. 

The image sends chills down your spine. You can’t risk losing the only good thing that has ever happened to you, so, resigned, you watch her smile and laugh when she’s tickled, and sigh wistfully when she reminisces. You watch it all, feeling each pang of love that plucks at your heartstrings when you so greedily want more, but never express it. Oddly enough, you feel as though she has changed, too.

It’s now the middle of summer, the sweltering heat leaving survivors and hunters alike slow and impeded. You, currently stuck in the hottest possible place in the middle of a match, are already sick and tired. Unable to fight against the fierceness of the sun, you run to the safety and shade of the large circus tent on the match grounds. What you find there surprises you. The other three survivors, as well as Michiko herself, spread out across the tent, panting and fanning themselves to attempt to battle the heat.

“So no one was going to tell me you all were hanging out here?” You scoff, but there is no malicious intent behind the words. You sit yourself next to Michiko, thinking about something to say or a joke to make, but nothing comes to mind. Silent, she passes her fan over to you, which allows for a nice breeze to cool you down for a short while. You soon notice that even she has begun to sweat. You nudge her on the shoulder to get her attention, then direct the breeze of the fan towards her.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “Just wait a little longer for me to be able to surrender, then let us get something cold to drink together.” She grins towards you, her dazzling smile melting your heart quicker than the sun ever could. 

“Cold sounds nice,” You sigh in relief at the thought. Just as she said, it wasn’t much longer before the exit gates opened signaling the hunter’s surrender. You decide, instead of following your fellow teammates to your area of residence, you would follow Michiko to your normal meeting spot. Walking hand in hand, you find yourself comfortable with the silence. It's a nice feeling to know that you don’t have to be excitable or funny to make her happy, that you can just be together and that’s all you need. It brings to mind the thoughts you’ve been having recently.

“Michiko, maybe now isn’t the best time to say this, but there’s something-”

“Can you hold that thought, please?” She uncharacteristically interrupts, waving her hands as a blush spreads across her face.

So, this is how it ends. You continue to walk in silence, too embarrassed to say a word, taking her reluctance to hear you out as a definite rejection. You notice her looking at you a few times throughout the duration of the rest of your walk. You try to keep up a bright appearance so as to not make her any more uncomfortable, but it feels as though she can see right through you. The two of you approach the parlor belonging to the hunters, and you notice the usual, small tea table, set up with an extravagant placement. Fruits and iced drinks, flowers and a nice, cold serving of sorbet waiting for you.

“Sorry for making you wait, but I wanted to do something special. I think I know what you were going to say, and if I’m to be honest, I wanted to say it first.” She chuckles, allowing you to take your spot across from her before she continues.

“I know we've been friends for a long time, and you know that I value our friendship more than anything. You're always there for me, no matter what. You make me laugh, you make me think, and you make me feel loved…” You watch her pale face grow a deeper shade of red as she speaks from her heart, directly touching yours. 

“Michiko,” it’s your turn to interrupt, getting to the words before she does.

“Yes?” She breathes deeply in anticipation.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

If u read this, we did not actually match, it was all a dream

[acosmicblizzard]

"My Starlight" - Eternal Aurora Michiko x reader

Warnings: None

Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Eternal Aurora Michiko - “Geisha” x Gender neutral Reader (alr folks have some short horribly written filler while i work on the longer stuff)

The buzzing sound of a radio being tunned in and out sounded throughout the room, channels being swapped back and fourth out of boredom as your hand stood stuck on the dial. You were waiting for your girlfriend to return from the concert she was hosting, as Metroplis's both number 1 idol and controller of this city, she's busy as hell almost all of the time. To the city she was known as eternal aurora, they only ever knew her by her stage name. Her real name behind all the glitz and glamor of the stage life was Michiko, you were one of the very few to know of the truth of this city. You knew everyone was slowly going to freeze to death, the only hope was the abyss. The abyss, a powerful unknown being which has the power to do virtually anything but at a cost. The cost could be whatever the abyss wanted at that moment, it could be control, it could be human lives, you didn't know what it truly wanted though. However all you knew is that one day this city would be consumed by the cold and too survive you must become one with the abyss. It's exactly what you and a few others including Michiko did. But can the abyss, a seemingly infinite source of power truly protect you from the natural order of the world? The sound of a door opening brought you out of thoughts as Michikos serene voice called out, "I'm back, my starlight."

[callimaria]

okay okay, wanna dance with MORE people? i don’t (/j)

tw: none

character(s): luchino, mary, michiko

luchino (hunter):

what? did he hear that correctly?

as he stares at you in somewhat disbelief, you eagerly try to get him to join you. you reason that there can be times to simply let loose and have fun, and dancing is a way of having fun… so why not?

begrudgingly accepting, (he wasn’t really opposed to the idea, it’s just that he was working on something) his large, scaly hands envelopes yours in a firm grip.

as you spin him around and around with no rhyme or reason to it, he cracks a smile. that project can wait, your happiness is precious.

💗💗💗

mary:

point out the fact that she had refused at first (biscuits were a priority) and she’ll huff at you. why would she ever refuse? her skills in dancing are not as rusted as copper, no?

she would find something that would play the correct (in her eyes) music, and she would take control, leading you in a waltz. she’s graceful, elegant, and you adjust yourself as best as you can.

but there’s no need to worry about mistakes, because she, in a way, finds them endearing. you’re just being yourself, no shame in that.

…unless you step on her dress.

💗💗💗

michiko:

she would love to! nothing can hide that gentle smile on her face as the two of you move around and around; the lights dimmed, her humming filling the room…

it’s moments like these that makes her wonder about other dances, or dance in itself as a concept. but maybe there’s no time for the philosophy of dance while you stumble over something, bumping into her.

with her hand placed on your back, she guides you back into the dance, making up for that little mistake with a hint of fondness.

i was gonna write for grace too but my burst of motivation ran out…. i’m sorry fish lady my puny little brain can’t think thonk

[murd3r0u55ilh0u3tt3]

TWST x Hatsumomo reader doodles #2

Hatsumomo: Grim, hurry! We'll be late!

Grim: Fnyagh! Wait a sec!

Hatsumomo reader managed to find a job to sell traditional art from the East. They sometimes get clients around at night and meet at teahouses, which explains why they always stay up and arrive at classes late. Grim tags along with them if there's food.