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I absolutely love n adore your writing especially your IDV Norton/ Fool’s Gold ones (I am a huge ! major ! simp for him). I need MORE OF FOOL’S GOLD— the size difference is getting to me!!

I hope you’re taking requests! :> Fool’s Gold is just sometimes always in thought at how different the size is between him n reader? Like. Just how do they handle him so well ?? Or even, just like the idea of cat and mouse BECAUSE OF THE SIZE DIFF.. this can be a nsfw oneshot or drabble but it’s up to you entirely!!

rated Explicit | Warning: it kinda feral

Norton Campbell has always been the one who towers above you, Andrew, William, and himself being the tallest in the survivors' group. This translated to his hunter counterpart who is the tallest of the hunters next to Disciple, Evil Reptilian, and himself.

When he is around you, he is often standing beside or behind you, a grin on his face as you watch you crane your name to look at his face— The same thing you do with his other self, but is different.

There is arrogance, cockiness, and sadistness in his wide toothy grin. Especially, when he has you all alone and his excitement is clear by the way he has you on a medical bed at the second level of the Sacred Heart Hospital.

He was particularly vicious in this match. He is of course a vicious hunter, but this felt a bit personal as he had downed Freddy, Kreacher, and Servais. It was like he was… God, you should kick him for being territorial— None of them are a threat, but you know Norton never particularly liked them.

“So small.” Keeping his deformed hand pinning your arms above your head, “To think this has taken all of my cock.” His other hand cupping your crotch, “Bet you can take us both.”

The idea of both Nortons being inside of you as you flustered, embarrassed thinking how many times that was close to happening. You fear if that happens, you might not be able to walk properly for a while. Yet, the idea excites you and he chuckles at how you bite down on your lower lip. His hand moved up and down. Your hips raised begging silently for more.

“Say you can, no, say you will take us both, sparky.”

You try to speak knowing he is going to use it as an opportunity to have you moaning louder midway— Still, you foolishly try and once again you are moaning.

“Sensitive today, huh?” Raising an eyebrow at how you easily moaned a little too loudly. His hand moves under you grabbing the waistband of your pants, a push up and a pull as exposes your ass and legs to the slightly warm air.

“That little bastard.” He yanked your pants with your underlings off your legs taking a shoe with it before tossing it on the ground beside his feet. Now he can see why you were sensitive, the bite marks on your thighs and your hole smelling heavily of arousal— That weak brat made sure to cum inside of you too, giving Fool’s Gold the sloppy seconds of your hole.

“Fine,” Unzipping his pants, “This will only make it easy for me!” You squirm as he picks up your leg and brings it up to your shoulder, “Let's take that pretty voice of yours from him in return.”

You would have thought he was gonna slam right into you, no he made sure to drag out the sensation of him filling you. Norton is well endowed, to say the least and he is always something you might not ever get used to— Fool’s Gold is bigger, considering he can reconstruct himself… Of course, he made himself big enough to have a bump appear on your lower stomach from him filling you so much. And he loves to not only point it out but touch it to actively remind you: he is bigger.

So competitive, not that it does not have its advantages but, God, you are always sore.

“Now say what I told you to say before.” Now fully inside of you, “Say how you can take us both, sparky.”

You say it softly with your face turned away, then you say it again louder when he starts a rough pace making you immediately realize you are in fact that sensitive.

“That's it,” Laughing as repositions you to have both your legs pressed against your chest so he can reach even deeper, “Go on, tell me how bad you need us.” He wants to feed into his ego, loves hearing you admit how you love Norton Campbell so much— How you love every fucked up piece of him like he is a diamond rather than Fool’s Gold. “Fuck, every time so tight.” You moan out his name, the desperation for release with each ‘Norton, Norton, Norton’ you say.

“Whore,” Groaning, “My whore.” His hands, both of them holding your legs. Your hands gripping the dirty surgeon table as the Hunter fucks you relentlessly. A mix of spite and his own desperation for you.

[fishermanshook]

ASK: sooo you mentioned that you wanted someone to ask for ganji or orpheus smut so here i am 😆😆 so, general ganji smut hcs? or maybe just sfw nsfw hcs of taking a bath with him? or perhaps first time hcs? Soooo many ideas

requester: @ch6douin

HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON'T LET GO

(batter , novelist x gn!reader) separate [N]SFW hc’s

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is gn , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

What’s more intimate than bathing together under the moonlight? Holding each other in your arms, as the other shakes and cries from the overstimulation you’ve caused to their body. Seeing you, their darling, twitch, and moan from the pleasure they give you is something they need engraved in their mind and memory.

How can they help themselves when you look so stunning right now?

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The Batter

SFW

Getting close to the Batter is an accomplishment in itself, but establishing a relationship with him earns you some bragging rights. Ganji’s emotional (and physical?) walls are literal fortresses in themself, so to have a relationship with him takes time, patience, and communication. The more the two of you talk, the fewer bumps there will be.

Once the two of you start dating it will be a lot smoother from there on out.

In the early stages of your relationship, if you were trying to bathe alongside him, Ganji is automatically shutting it down. He’s not comfortable doing something that he finds so intimate already and he’d rather do it later in the relationship.

When he does find your relationship solidified, he asks you if you would like to join him in the bath. Where the sun pours in from the windows and gleams across your skin. It feels nice to be this close to his, with your chest against his. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.

Ganji might ask you to wash his hair, or, as long as your hands aren't wet, run your fingers through his hair. It's such a soothing thing for the man that he could fall asleep if he weren’t in the bath.

But on certain and rare occasions, the Batter may or may not find it harder than usual to keep focus. Especially when your ass is pressed right against his— oh god. He might explode if he doesn’t have his way with you right now.

[N]SFW

“Fuck, Ganji! Yes right there!” the words spilled out of your mouth as the Batter pumped his dick in and out of you. You should’ve become numb to any feeling down there, but it’s your 5th round and you swear the twitching of his cock becomes even more prominent with every thrust.

The Batter seems to have an unwavering stamina, but you sense his tiredness growing in every thrust. Yet he keeps it up. He can’t get the image of you bouncing up and down on him out of his brain, and he wishes to soak up the memory and feeling before your touch eventually wilts away.

“Tell me I feel good, love,” Ganji whispers in your ear with that deep, raspy voice that you love. It never fails to send chills down your spine as you moan out his name and praise him like it’s going out of style.

“You so amazing darling,! Fill me up so good, ugh please keep going,” you groan out as his name continues to spill from your mouth like a mantra. You take him so well, your eyes filled with lust and love.

Ganji senses that you're about to reach your climax, and he’s not far behind you. It seems only now you realize that his hips have started to meet yours in a lustful rhythm neither of you want to end. With a final kiss, you moan out his name one last time before coming.

“Yes darling— come for me,” Ganji says as you come undone on his cock, coating his in your essence once more. The Batter eventually thrusts into you sucking in a breath of air as he follows suit.

The aftermath leaves both of you tired and drowsy. Using the last bit of your energy, you help clean up Ganji and yourself before making the trek back to your shared bed.

“I love you,” Ganji states as he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hummed back in response, closing your eyes to get some well-deserved rest.

Aftercare is an obvious must. It doesn’t matter how tired he is Ganji will help clean you up. So while it doesn’t explicitly state that here, he did make sure to help wipe you down.

Ganji just wants to make you feel good, but also won’t deny pleasure as a response. As long as you feel like you're going to burst, he’ll feel good too.

The Novelist

SWF

The Novelist isn’t one to trust easily, let alone fall in love as quickly as he did. He’s quick to judge others on their behavior and who they surround themselves with. You must’ve made an amazing first impression on him, as it’s become a lasting one even months later.

Orpheus finds himself confessing to you using a heartfelt letter that took him weeks to write. Don’t believe him? Then maybe the crumbled drafts decorating his bedroom floor will convince you otherwise.

Regarding bathing together, he’s not entirely against the idea. Orpheus thinks just that preferably, he’d want to do it later on in the relationship when trust has further been built. He’s not rushing to have you with him in the bath, and it doesn’t seem like you are either.

Although, he can’t deny the pleasant thought of holding you oh so close to him. A glass of red wine is held in your hands as he massages out any areas of tension across your back and other areas. To have you wash his hair and try (miserably) to keep the soap out of his eyes.

It’s all adorable to think of, which leaves him to inviting you into the tub more often than not. As you lay on his chest, hands intertwined, he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

This time though, the rose petals and candles that decorate the bathroom floor tell a different story. Leaving you to wonder if Orpheus had ever written something like this before.

[N]SFW

Orpheus wants the both of you to feel good, which is why he refuses to stop when you're begging him to. He works away at your neck first, covering it in hickeys as his fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

“Orpheus please— need you so badly,” you whine into his ear as he pulls away from your hickey-covered neck to face you.

“But darling I thought you wanted this,” Orpheus states as he presses kisses along your jawline before finally moving inside you. Drawing a low moan from you as he pushes himself inside. “Shit, always so tight for me no matter how many times I do this huh?”

It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this, he always makes you feel too good for words to describe. He touches all the sensitive parts, kisses all the right spots, and always hits the right spot. His accuracy is precise and has you coming in no time.

Your wet hands glide through his hair and pull his head towards yours. In other situations, he’d pull your hand away and sulk because “now my hair is soaking”. Now though, he wouldn’t want anything else but to have his face against yours. To listen to the melodies that fall from your mouth. To hear his name fall from your lips.

“Come on daring, lemme hear more of you.” Orpheus managed to grunt out as he pounds into you, the water and soap around you creating waves around you.

“Feel so good—Orpheus I want all of you!” You shout out as you scratch and claw at his back. Your neck and collarbone are littered with hickeys and warm spots from where his soft lips were earlier.

Sooner or later, you're gushing from his cock. Your back arched in a way that has him drooling from his mouth and shooting loads into you that feel like they'll never stop.

Once the situation has calmed down, he'll help clean up and tuck the two of you into bed. With a final kiss to the lips and a shared "I love you" goodnight, you two drift far off into sleep.

Orpheus is a gentleman at heart, but despite that, he'll tease you a bit before giving you what you want. It's always worth it in the end and always makes the experience just 10 times more pleasurable for both of you. 

note: hi poookieeee,,,, apology’s for how long this was left in my drafts 🌝 hope your happy with this sjsjajakqllemsc

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[idv-brainrot-go-brr]

what if.. reader that always has a mask on and is really stoic around others so everybody is suspicious of them (naib, orpheus) but it turns out theyre just socially awkward and dont like interacting with people 😭😭

The terrifying prospect of being perceived

A/N: I have no idea if I did this right tbh I am so sorry Pairing: none

Additional Info: Reader is socially awkward

Content: manor games, awkwardly hanging out in the same house as like 40 other people

Chapter 1/1

Word count: 1.6k

"Maybe they're mentally disabled"

An interesting theory. However, unfortunately, it was entirely false. It really was incredible to see how much bullshit your fellow players could come up with to explain something as simple as not wanting to hang out with them. Did the Embalmer ever get these questions? Probably not. Everyone just automatically assumed it was part of his profession. What about the Postman? Was he ever questioned for his silence?

Of course not. Just you.

All the rumours and talks behind somebody's back did nothing to make you like anyone here any more than you did currently. Which was to say you didn't like anyone here. In fact, if they were to stay 60 meters away from you at any given moment, that would truly be paradise.

Some were worse than others. The gardener was fairly friendly towards everyone. Emma was undoubtedly one of the most tolerable people here but still, her friendliness seemed almost unnerving. On top of that, it would probably only be a matter of time until she too decided you were weird for one reason or another. So really, there was no point in investing copious amounts of social energy into a platonic relationship that would fall apart in the end anyway. Really it was... useless. But she was an okay person, you supposed. Then there was the Seer. He was also okay personality-wise but... but he was just creepy as hell. How do you make an animal your eyes? How do you see through an animal? He was worse than that priestess lady even. At least she just talked about occult things, he actually pulled them off! But both of them at least minded their own business.

No, the real nuisances of this place were the overly nosy, overly suspicious ones. Meaning more specifically: Naib and Orpheus.

It was like they were addicted to staring at you for no reason. What had you ever done to warrant this kind of treatment?

If it was only the rumours, the stares or the side glances that they thought you didn't notice, if it was just that it would have been fine. Unpleasant, but not that big of a deal. However, at some point, you realised that it hadn't stopped there. No. You were being followed. What was initially assumed to be just standard levels of paranoia, that you simply develop automatically after being stuck in a life-and-death game for so long, turned out to be a very real circumstance. Certain members of the manor were shadowing you. This realisation was, quite frankly, incredibly disturbing and led to everything getting worse. You became progressively more paranoid and so you spoke less, interacted with people less, and barely showed your face around them. The more you tried to go into seclusion, the more suspicious you looked to the other inhabitants, and the more of an effort would be made to observe you, follow you, and question you. In the end, neither of you tried to hide it anymore. You only showed up to acquire food and participate in games and certain people would openly follow you when ever you went somewhere.

Seriously, did they do this to Aesop too? Unfortunately, you weren't around enough to really pay attention to it, but they probably did, didn't they? So cruel. This was precisely why you didn't want to be around them in the first place. All you could get out of hanging out with other people was judgement, shame and discrimination. There was nothing wrong with you physically, nothing that would justifiably warrant their suspicion. It wasn't like you'd shown up with blood stains on your clothing. Still, you could feel their eyes on you all the time. It made you feel less like a circus animal, and apparently gave them all the more reason to treat you like one.

This uncomfortable stalemate of avoidance of suspicion went on until one day you had a match. You were scheduled with the Psychologist, the Novelist and the Acrobat. However, right before the match was supposed to start, the Patient asked to switch places with you so he could be with Ada. You saw no issue with that and happily skipped out on having to socialize, instead, you went up to your room again. You always kept the door locked, no matter if you were inside or not. Now laying on your bed and peacefully reading a book, the knowledge that no one could disturb you gave you a feeling of safety. That was, of course, until you heard quiet scratching noises coming from the door. Before you actually realised what was going on, the door opened to reveal the Mercenary. You both looked at each other, shocked. He had picked the lock expecting you to be in the middle of a match. Still, despite having the absolute nerve to do that, he was still the one who asked: "What are you doing here?"

"This is my room," you responded, "I have every right to be here. The question is what are you doing here?!" Perhaps after such a long time, the issue was ready to boil over the top. "I want to see what you're hiding," he answered, honestly. You snapped your book shut and sat up. The book was placed on the nightstand and even though you didn't yet stand up, you didn't feel safe laying down anymore.

"I'm not hiding anything, I live here!" you replied. For the first time in so long, your stoic facade of never seeming involved, interested or intrigued began to crack. You were angry. People don't like angry people, and without a doubt would they use this against you to turn you into an overly emotionally crazy person. So you tried to stay calm most of the time, but there was only so much one can take, especially if their room was just broken into.

"If you're not hiding anything then why do you act so suspicious?"

"I'm not acting suspicious! I have done nothing to you people. Nothing!" your voice cracked. Great. Just when you thought the situation couldn't possibly make you look any more pathetic. "I don't like people's eyes on me. I don't like to be looked at. It feels like I'm on display. Like everyone looks at me like an animal. And I always think they see all of my flaws. And if they don't see any then they'll find some," you explained, finally. "And somehow to all of you this is some sort of unforgivable crime. I already try to stay out of your sight as much as possible. What more do you want me to do god damn it?"

Naib remained quiet. He sat on the chair across your room. You don't remember inviting him in, but at least he was no longer blocking the door, which prompted you to walk over to it and close it initially, but you didn't retreat back to the bed. You stood by the door just in case you'd need to make a sudden escape or something.

Naib remained quiet. He sat on that chair, across from you, and looked around your room. It was mostly empty. Safe for a few personal items like clothing or books there was nothing in here. Most certainly nothing suspicious. This went on for what felt like hours but could have really only been a couple of minutes, maybe even just a few seconds. Time dragged on seemingly endlessly.

"We thought," he began finally "that you might be spying on us for the other fraction. "Sure. And I would make it this obvious because then of course no one would know. Brilliant detective work." you responded and aggressively opened the door again, wide enough for a person to fit through. You took a step back and motioned towards it with your arm. He got up again, and the closer he got to the door the more you retreated, keeping a rather large amount of distance between the two of you at all times. He closed the door on his way out. God. That was terrifying.

In order to ensure your own peace and quiet you took the chair he'd sat on earlier that day and used it to keep the door in place. if one was unable to push down the door's handle, then no one would be able to enter even if they did manage to pick the lock. You skipped dinner that night for good measure, even though you tried to sleep early. You ended up not sleeping at all until dawn. Consequently, you didn't go to breakfast either, and it wasn't until the gardener knocked on your door around noon that you interacted with another human being. The patient, the seer, the magician and she had a match today. Since Emil had taken your place yesterday, it only made sense if you'd take his place today. Fair enough.

You didn't come out of your room until the match was supposed to start, and to your confusion, you found that the Mercenary had traded places with the Magician. Overall, the match was... strange. All of your teammates made an actual effort to keep you alive, and so even though you got chaired twice, you ended up managing all four people to escape. When was the last time that happened? Usually, you'd just end up being left for the wolves. They were so friendly with you today? Why? Did they want something? Did they feel guilty?

You accepted their friendliness only very hesitantly, and although most people still gave you cold stares or suspicious looks, you also found that some had magically warmed up to you more. It was odd.

These people were odd. All this time you thought you were the strange one here, but now look at them.

But hey, at least the Mercenary's presence didn't feel as threatening anymore. So that was something, wasn't it?

[smittenroses]

hello i have come to fill my needs for jack content

can i request jack with an s/o who often stares into space? thank you :D

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“Staring into space, love?„ — Jack the Ripper with a Spacey S/o

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Jack the Ripper/Reader Content Warnings — you get poked with a knife, mentions of murder and blood (not graphic), violent thoughts (him towards you) (briefly) Author's note —[none, ily [platonically] dude tho lmao]

As people should know, Jack is an asshole; a pompous asshole who enjoys tormenting those around him in ways that wouldn't get his head chopped off by Bane or Burke (as those two help keep the hunters... civil).

By god, you swear his "love language", if you could call it that, was frightening you every time he could.

When your beloved can turn invisible at will, it is to be expected.

He can and will use the fact that you stare into space often to frighten you, dragging his fingers along any exposed skin he can find, blowing on exposed skin with that icy breath of his, etc. If you haven't heard him walking up to you when he was invisible, it frankly was on you.

Jack has poked you with one of his claws before, though it was because he had asked you a question about the paintings that decorated the manor walls and you hadn't answered even when he had called. What else was he supposed to do?

Now Jack won't admit this, especially since he prides himself on not being poetic, but there are little drawings of you stuffed into the desk drawers of his room; his previous self, the real Jack that had once held the body, had never truly disappeared, being ingrained in muscle memory that twitched and begged for him to draw.

When you're spaced out, he commits your features to memory, taking note of things such as items you were holding, what you were looking at, what were you doing, etc. Each of these little things gets put into a drawing.

Sometimes, he even wonders, staring at your blissful face as you stare into nothingness, how you could even stand him. He wonders what allured you to him and what was so alluring about you. He wonders what it would have been like if he, The Ripper, was still being suppressed, only able to watch from a window if the 'good' Jack had remained. He was nothing more than a killer, someone whose heart beat fast for the blood of those on his hands.

Those feelings get forgotten the moment you would come back, smiling at him with that smile that made him, for a while, forget that annoying, nagging voice that wished to tear you apart. All seemed right in the world for that short moment.

[rosemaze-reveries]

Ok now hear me out: Keigan pre + post transformation headcanons (androgynous reader btw)

She’s literally so pretty I’m so sad I can’t find any x readers of her

ive never seen any keigan imagines either :^) happy to serve 🤲

⚜ Keigan has always been extremely confident and opinionated. It might be a little overwhelming talking to her in the beginning because she has such a strong verbal presence

⚜ Never sugarcoats her words— she'll tell you exactly where she finds fault with you and how you can better yourself

⚜ That might scare most away, but her criticism is always with your best interest in mind. It's easier to see where she's coming from once you learn that about her

⚜ Of course she plays fair: she's very receptive to criticism herself. She considers it concern for her wellbeing, and that's far more meaningful than empty words... things like flattery and love poems are all fluff to her

⚜ You can always be certain that her "I love you"s are 100% from the heart, she doesn't lie

⚜ Pre-transformation, she'd be a little clumsy when it comes to comforting you. She's always eager to offer a listening ear, but too much of her focus is on solving your problems—she forgets that sometimes you just need space to let out your emotions

⚜ She has become much more sympathetic in the present. Holds you against her chest and strokes your hair, or brings you warm food or tea. Definitely an action over words type of lover.

⚜ Her passion for justice is both her greatest strength and weakness. Injustices will weigh on her even if she's not involved. You find her mourning over stories in the newspapers all the time

⚜ It's very difficult for her to accept that she can't save everyone 😢

[ithaquakisser]

if i can do a headcanon request could make ithaqua jealous of another hunter with you being survivor, in a two hunter match

please, if it's not in the way❤

— Jealous Ithaqua in a Duo Match...

Synopsis; Ithaqua finds himself in a pack hunter match with another masked hunter, The Ripper. The two of them agree on a friendly match. However, Ithaqua doesn't seem to appreciate your lack of attention on him.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈520

Note; This was actually on my mind for a bit! Just the other day I spoke with a mutual about Ithaqua trying to seek out the reader's attention, what a coincidence you brought this idea to mind! I also had a situation a bit similar to this in a duos match... Everyone kept crowding around the other hunter so I had to take matters into my own hands, hehe. /j

♡ Ithaqua could never bring himself to say it aloud, but he gets jealous quite easily. If he’s not wearing his mask, you could see how he’d visibly pout or grimace. He does not do well with hiding his jealousy, and often at times his actions already does the talking for him. Ask him, and he’ll never say it himself. “Me? Jealous? What makes you think that?”

♡ It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does not trust others to behave well with you. Despite the reassurance you’d give him, you cannot seem to tame the green-eyed demon inside of him that’d leave him in disquietude when your eyes are on someone else. His actions are subtle, but speak paragraphs upon paragraphs of words.

♡ When it came to a particular pack hunter match, he found it hard to contain himself. Being paired with another masked hunter, Jack, the two of them agreed on a friendly match for the sake of sparring themselves the trouble. Survivors would crowd the two of them with beaming smiles, yet only yours caught his eyes. Your grin was enough to make his heart jump in place, albeit seeing you pan your attention to the other hunter only shattered his aspirations. He’d hide his discontentment beneath his mask, biting the inside of his cheek.

♡ His mask shielded the moue on his face. Despite all the other survivors that’d crowd him, he still only wanted you to look at him. He made it his goal to gain your attention. Even if it were a mere glimpse of your face. Heart pounding against his chest, he’d use his ability to pull you away from Jack. His face heating up when you’d bump into him with a perplexed expression. Ithaqua would pick you up and carry you away from the hunter and the other survivors, carefully dropping you off at a cipher.

♡ He would not leave you alone, and he’d remain by your side for the rest of the match. He’d follow behind you whilst you tried to finish the remaining ciphers. Occasionally he’d jest, pulling you away from the cipher with his ability. Ithaqua would even use abnormal to reset the cipher’s progress to impede the match’s completion, all just to have some spare time with you. He knew very well what he was doing, even if he was pestering you, he at least still had your attention.

♡ He’d refuse to let you go, carrying you from cipher to cipher. Leaving the survivors tilting their heads in confusion, questioning the relationship between you two. If no one had known of your relationship prior, they’d certainly know subsequent to this match. The moment Jack would waltz close to you, he’d pull you away. The hunter heeded the message with no further questions, simply nodding his head and proceeded to go about with the other survivors.

♡ After the pack hunter match you’d definitely ask him about the events of said match. His face was flushed, he’d simply turn his head away and deny each word you spoke. “Jealous? I was not jealous.” In the end, you’d always find yourself holding his mask in hand, peppering his face with kisses. Teasing him in regards to his jealousy, whispering sweet nothings. "You know I am yours, there's no need to fret."

[stellari-s]

🎄

request; kind of from a friend? well, merry early christmas, guys! i probably won't be around when it actually comes, so.

wc; 326.

tags; gn! reader, default! ithaqua, could be romantic or platonic (your choice & ambiguous), christmas🎄✨, soft, kind of fluff with maybe a small hint of angst, based off of a certain twisted wonderland quote.

summary; having known ithaqua for a while now, you decide to ask what he wants for christmas this year... what will he say?

“what do you want for christmas?” you sit on the wooden chair, taking small bites from a cake you had brought from the foothill town. “it’s almost that time.”

ithaqua at first insists it’s ‘nothing’, a front you can't help but chuckle at. “must i always read your feelings?” you tease, “you can’t keep them hidden away forever. nor am i psychic, for better or worse.”

“ah, fine, you just want me to come up with something?” ithaqua thinks to himself, his finger on his chin. you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“well, you think about it. i’m going to wash the dishes. it's the least i can do for coming over somewhat uninvited.”

ithaqua smiled wryly. “...for better or worse, i'm used to it.”

some time later...

“i do have one christmas wish, i suppose.”

“took you long enough. so? what is it you wish for?”

“for you...” ithaqua averts his eyes. for a moment, you think you can see his cheeks flush a bit - was it the lighting of the fireplace crackling beside you two? “...to smile more this year. i guess.”

you widen your eyes; you weren’t sure what answer you were expecting, but that was not one of them. to top it off, you can feel something wrap around you.

ithaqua is hugging you from behind. an unexpected gesture, considering his general aversion to physical touch, but maybe if he initiated it it was within his comfort?

his hug is a little awkward, like he hadn't hugged since a time forgotten, but his arms are nonetheless warm.

“you’re not afraid of me, and i still haven’t figured out why. you’re a complete mystery that i can’t solve. yet, despite all that... i find i’m slowly becoming more afraid.”

“afraid?”

“afraid of losing you,” he whispers, his arms tightening slightly around you, “i don’t know why - and i don’t think i will know for the rest of my life.”

[viiixs]

!! Far east Wind Scenario/Drabbles :3

FEW! Xie Bi’an + FEW! Fan Wujiu x reader insert

Reader is Gender neutral. + note at the end of post.

5. stages of love with them 🍃

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Living life in the Imperial Palace as a Servant, was it a blessing or a curse? it seems like a dream to work in such a gorgeous yet safe environment, and in return you only offer your services to clean. unbeknownst to them, life isn’t as “dream-like” as expected. It was a matter of survival living in the Palace, whether it’d be one small mistake, you could potentially risk putting yourself at harm. its even worse for the Imperial Concubines and Consorts, as they fight for the favour of the Emperor.

yet what choice did you have? you’ve been selected to be a Servant for the Noble Consort, to attend to Her needs, and take care of Her. It was hectic at first, yet as Time passed by, you’ve gotten used to your busy life in the Palace. growing friendships and trying to avoid punishment- it was the norm.

and despite having a good friendship with alot of Servants, there was one in particular that was rude to you. it was one of the several Eunuch’s working for the Emperor. and due to His Status, He takes advantage of it by bullying the others into doing what He wants. and Today was unfortunately your unlucky day as He chose you as His victim.

yet fortunately, before He can get even more Turbulent, Two men helped you and sent the Eunuch away, You were thankful and wanted to return the Favour, yet they declined and soon left, Their appearance and attire was different from the Usual attire of servants and guards. curiously, you asked about them to some of your co-workers, you soon found out those Two men are no more than the Emperor’s most trusted body-guards.

you were curious about them, yet knew your place as a palace servant. but you didn’t expect this twist to your palace life.

they were said to be smart and strategic Generals who bore no weaknesses, yet who knew that weakness would be you?

HCS/DRABBLES

no. 1 ~ first meeting 🍃

you were assigned with assisting the Noble Consort in the Palace, She wasn’t the brightest in terms of Personality, yet she wasn’t as self-centered as the others were. so it made the job more bearable, She was indeed a beauty, no wonder the Emperor graced Her with the fortunate role of Consort, and as the favourite, He must also grace Her a trustworthy servant, and that Servant was you.

One spring afternoon, The Consort wasn’t in high spirits. To try and Compose Herself, She tasked you with the job of getting Her some silk for embroidery to cool off her mind. as you were in the middle of doing what you were tasked with, you noticed a man surrounded by palace maids, Judging by his Facial Expression,It seemed like He was irked by the crowd, while the other was trying to stay composed. upon taking a few steps for closer inspection, it was no other than Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an who was the limelight.

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no. 2 ~ getting to know🍃

» Fan Wujiu along with his Partner, Xie Bi’an. were the most Trusted Imperial Body-guard of the Emperor, who showed utmost Loyalty to His Grace. They were also Generals who won countless battles against the Enemy Nations.

» They are also Known for their contrasting personalities despite the Noble Upbringing, it was rumored that Xie Bi’an was said to be much more ‘merciful’ while performing his duties as a general, yet still strict. while Fan Wujiu was known to be more strict and Imperious with the Soldiers. This made them more attractive in the eyes of the servants in the palace, and everytime they returned from a trip, They’d always be surrounded with a crowd.

» You knew a trick that can get the palace maids to scatter, Those Guards once did you a favour before with an Incompetent Eunuch, so why not return the Favour back to them?

» “The Emperor has returned!” you yelled, trying your best to Mimic the voice of the announcer. after hearing this, you’ve never seen a person’s face go pale so quickly, let alone a crowd, it was amusing. yet your trick worked, as the aforementioned crowd quickly scattered back to their stations, afraid to anger the said ‘Emperor’ from whatever shenanigans they were doing to disrupt one of His most trusted men from performing Their duties. and after They scattered, you were now left alone in the halls with them.

» “ You there.”

» “I have to say, that was quite smart. though aren’t you afraid you might get in trouble for falsely announcing the Emperor’s Presence?” Fan Wujiu exclaims, He doubts that you’ll even get caught anyways, and even if you did, Him and Bi’an can reason with the Emperor for your sake.

» “Not really, if anything you should be thanking me for helping you out.” you reply, “and besides, i need to return back the favor you both did for me, if it weren’t for you both, that Eunuch would’ve pestered me to no end.”

» “ It was nothing.” Xie Bi’an smiles “He wasn’t doing His Job properly, and it was the Bare minimum we could do. besides, you looked so annoyed with Him you might strike at Him soon.”

» “This is the only time we ever interacted decently, must you joke?”

» Your Conversation with Bi’an and Wujiu lasted longer than anticipated, from a small joke to multiple ones, moving from the Halls to the Garden. your mind completely engulfed in their Company as you forgot about the task-in-hand. one of the Eunuch’s that work for the Consort told you about Her now irritated state and immediately asked for you to deliver back the silks.

» undeniably, you did get punished by Her, it wasn’t severe yet it was enough to drop your good mood for the entire day. though that was a few days ago, its not as serious. yet after returning back to your headquarters, you notice a bag of treats along with a Letter from both Bi’an and Wujiu on your table. after reading the note with curiousity, it turns out that the news of the Noble Consort punishing you reached them, and out of guilt They bought you a bag of snacks that they’d think you’d enjoy as an apology for distracting you from doing your duties.

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no. 3 ~ growing relationship 🍃

» After the punishing Incident from the Noble Consort, you and both Guards have made a friendship, or a bargain somewhat. that said bargain is you luring away the crowd of palace maids that surrounds them, and their offer to take care of those who are mean to you.

» It was going well for both sides, yet later on your relationship with them gradually improved. you got to know them far more better and understood them more, and the reasons for them being so popular. as well as Hidden sides you would’ve never known if you weren’t acquainted with Them.

» Xie Bi’an is into drawing, and usually draws landscapes or sometimes portraits of those He finds kind or intriguing. while Fan Wujiu has a hidden soft side for those He truly cares about, a contrast to His Domineering and Strict figure He was known for in the Palace. These were the only ones you knew. yet you felt like there were more hidden secrets you have yet to see for them, yet surely enough today nor tomorrow isn’t the right time. maybe soon, as time passes, you’ll get to know them more.

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no. 4 ~ recognizing feelings 🍃

» as seasons pass by, who knew things would drastically change in the Palace? let alone feelings for a servant?

» Xie Bi’an feels as if He’s enchanted, as all His sketches of Landscapes became sketches and portraits of you.

» Fan Wujiu feels as if Hes confused, rather than the feeling of delight when He sees you, its replaced by the feeling of butterflies in His stomach.

» They both truly didn’t expect to catch feelings for you, yet after several more interactions and time spent with you, They confirmed their feelings weren’t in the impression of a friendship with you, rather in the aspect of a romantic interest.

» and in the scenario of their profound feelings for you, it also took a toll on the way they treat their Soldiers. rather than the usual commanding and strict persona They use when training, They became suspiciously more lenient with the Soldiers. even they were suprised themselves with the Sudden change.

» It’ll take a considerable amount of time until the Guards can fully accept the growing love and adoration they feel for you. and after they confirmed their Interest, They’ll start treating you a little differently, by showing small subtle signs of their Love for you, until they’re ready enough to finally Confess to you.

» and those subtle signs of affection are in the form of Letters and Gifts. since They can’t always be there in the palace, They’re Generals for a reason. yet what they give you are sometimes too precious to wear in palace walls. such as a Jade ring or Jade Pendant. you once told them that its okay and you didnt need these expensive gifts- yet did you think they listened? yes and no. as the gifts and Letters they give represent something, and They hope you can atleast recognize the value of their feelings that they’re trying to convey.

» yet sometimes, the feelings can be too unbearable to bottle up, and it leads to an unexpected opening of feelings in a Tavern.

» as they were commemorating their victory against the enemy nations, they were given a vacation and a feast from the Emperor to Celebrate, yet after a little while, They invited you to join them at a Tavern for drinks. you asked why go to a Tavern when theres a literal banquet for them on-going, they only said they wanted to spend some time with you.

» and you accepted the Invitation, it was going well, you had fun laughs with them. it gave you nostalgia to when this Friendship blossomed, yet as time went by, Fan Wujiu had too much to drink. and unexpectedly confessed to you in behalf of Him and Bi’an.

» “so… what do you say?”

» “ Wujiu!”

» You were shocked, to say the least. it was Quiet on your side as the lively chatter from the background ensues. Xie Bi’an was pulling on Wujiu’s ear at this point now– they were planning on confessing, yes. but not this soon!

» Your quietness didn’t help the anxiousness from them, nor even answered the lingering question whether if you reciprocated. Bi’an quickly spoke up just in case you felt uncomfortable about the sudden exchange.

» “Ah– don’t mind Wujiu… He isn’t like Himself when Hes drunk.”

» “but… i wanna know, was that true?” you ask, him going quiet for a second, and then opening his mouth to speak with an evident blush

» “…well, I don’t think it’s worth it to lie to you about it.”

» that answer didn’t even help to hide the fact your face was practically burning at this point, whether it’d be the embarrassment or them admitting that they bore feelings for you. maybe both?

» yet soon enough, the silence fades from you, and soon enough is replaced by acceptance.

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no. 5 ~ Imperial Lovers

» You have no idea how happy you made them that night, Xie Bi’an was ecstatic while Fan Wujiu was still embarrassed about his Wasted state during that time– yet the feeling of happiness was enough to counter that.

» You can also tease Fan Wujiu about it, yet beware this man will not speak to you for the entire day out of embarrassment

» Your palace life changed alot too after the exchange, and at this point in time you were getting spoilt rotten from them.

» whether it would be sneaking out the palace at night, to small yet meaningful suprises.

» You also noted some new factors about them, such as Wujiu immediately melting when you comb His hair while He lays his head on your Lap. its one of the things that relaxes him alot.

» and speaking of combing, Bi’an loves combing your hair and putting it up in styles you want, whether it would be braided or just a regular style, He’d happily do it.

» Their ways of showing affection, from subtly gifting you valuable yet meaningful gifts, from spending your time with them alone away from the Palace noise.

» Yet all good things come to a short end, as They have to go back to the frontier to train and protect the country oncemore. yet they always make sure you’re okay and know that they’re still thinking of you despite being so far away.

the Frontier is also an unpredictable location. who knows what would happen to them? the rumors that spread out don’t help aswell. after they found out, they send you letters from time to time, to reassure you that they’re alright and for you to not worry too much.

» everytime they come back from the frontier, They always make it up for the time you and them lost. and apologize for making you worry.

» without their knowledge, their soldiers actually know about the relationship you three share due to the letters they receive from you, and they see you as the Palace Servant whom the Two Generals Love.

note: damn i didnt know wtf i was going for when writing this?? but im suuuper sorry if i misuse some things here, l was rlly writing this with the knowledge i remember from watching some old stories ab ancient palace life in china on yt and wanted to incorporate it in this post. anyway it feels great to write for this man once again and i beg for netease to bring back far east wind no matter how useless my begging is i WILL beg just for this man. 💔💔 also its been a hot minute since i last wrote, probably last year? so im sorry if this sucks or smth

also btw yk i had some plans to transform this into an angst, bc reader is a servant, and Wu is a general… i thought of them keeping their relationship a secret from the Emperor cause the Emperor feels as if you’re too lowly to be with them. (smth like that) or maybe forced marriage? wooo idk anymore ‼️

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[rubywines]

Might i ask yandere eli(lunar phase), naib (man in red) and joseph (azrael) seperately for nun reader who kills devils as a living?

Hcs please! Also hope ur day is going well! ^^

Well of course, darling, it would be a great pleasure for me :)

Personally love the concept of yandere!Naib/Eli/Joseph, so yeah, I’d write hc’s with joy. Also thank you very much for your request, it’s very interesting: I adore the dynamic of a holy x obsessively in love demon, and everything, so I’m really pleased with it! My day is quite nice, by the way, but I hope that yours is much better! Wish you like these hc’s, hehe

Includes: nun!reader x yandere!Eli (Lunar phase), nun!reader x yandere!Naib (Man in Red), nun!reader x yandere!Joseph (Azrael) — separated

Warnings: headcanons, yandere, obsession, partly religious themes and interactions, references to murder, blood and violence.

[ "The blood moon brings destruction" was his revelation on the night before the moon dissipates ]

— Eli met you in the marble hall, full of aspirations and revelations. His heart had a mystical light before you, but when your presence enveloped his whole being the world lost its meaning.

— Your calm expression was felt on the edges of his hearing almost physically. It was like a flash of light that lit up the entire universe. He will never forget that moment.

— You hardly spoke, but your voice was like the singing of angels. Ah yes, the moon went through all its phases at the moment when you gently asked Edgar how he was feeling, or when you spoke with Fiona's cards. There was no one kinder than you, although you never smiled, never laughed and remained amazingly calm even during matches.

— Oh, there was no limit to Eli's happiness when you were assigned to the same team! Every time! He didn't notice any obsession behind him, of course, but, in fact, there was a problem. Now he didn’t care about the rest of his teammates at all.

— At first he was a little surprised. Although Eli commanded the connection of stars and the light that reflected from the giant solar ball, and his flesh woven from this radiance felt almost nothing... Before you, he made sure that all members of his team remained under the supervision of an owl. Now he didn't feel the need to it, and the main focus of attention was always on you.

— However, it is worth noting that he tried. Sometimes forgot, but mostly sent an owl to everyone. Mostly rescued others from the chair. Mostly helped when being asked. Mostly… Argh, well, you see, it’s very hard to pretend that he was worried about the fate of his teammates, except yours, so soon he just stopped.

— And maybe it wouldn’t be noticed by himself at all, but the main problem among other "after-Y/N" problems was the fact that you were openly against him.

— During the matches, no Hunter avoided your rifle, especially if that Hunter was someone in a demon form. You greatly hated them. Hated them to death. At the same time, Eli was partly a demon.

— It was lovely to dream about you: so elegant and so distant. Your sacred presence was burning nearby, when he himself was like an ice; there would be no moonlight without the scorching sun after all, so to look from afar and take care of you forever – why not? Eli could certainly do it.

— But you couldn't. You were brought up harshly, radically, your hands were striped with a ruler, fingers were rough, and every movement was honed to the smallest detail - you were never a fragile girl in trouble, because from the position to which life threw you, weakness and inability to cope on your own were available to anyone else except you. Not being able to get rid of the distracting burning sensation in the back of the head, almost boring into the hole? How pathetic.

— Eli didn't approach, just watched; there was nothing wrong with that for him, because everything came from pure care. It's hard to love, but if there is you for him, then it's okay. And he will do everything to make you happy. Even if he has to stay up all night, holding on to a thin cornice by the window and looking into a thin strip between the curtains - he doesn't need sleep anyway, he can be patient. Even if he has to learn you like an open book, learn your schedule, your tastes and interests - there is a lot of space in his head, not that he has time to find something more interesting. Even if he has to hide in the closet while you're lying down after surgery in the medical wing, where they just don't let him in, Eli will do it to make sure that you're okay, no matter how many days he’d stand there. Just let him enjoy from afar, that's the only thing left. Be kind.

— And look: the one who hurt you is now writhing among his own guts. It's incredibly easy to achieve, don’t worry, no one even realized what happened. Hardly they will suspect the unctuous young man in white robes as a murderer, haha!

— As long as you're fine, he's fine, too. Really, he’s even smiling, look! Smile too, smile for him just once!

— He deserves it!

— But when the ouroboros of your health is unexpectedly interrupted, Eli's blind pupils break, and he, lightened by syzygy, tears the enemy with his claws; snow-white feathers frame the disfigured corpse, but no one cares. Eli is a saint. You're a saint. And only you know how the gilded cloth darkens under the dirty blood…

[ Your fear, "his" blood, and one final bout ]

— You weren't afraid of anything. In a monastery with stained-glass vaults and old crumbling whitewash, you found shelter in a stormy night that took the lives of mom, dad and older brother. Later you were told that what attacked them on the way was a demon.

— To believe in this fairy tale at first seemed utter nonsense. Really, demons? Why then did the angels not descend and pierce them with golden arrows of pure justice, ha? However, very soon your doubts were shattered.

— First of all, of course, they faced the destructive power of the belt, punishing disobedience and the so-called "freedom of thought", and then - the ugly face of a real demon in two inches from your face.

— It turned out that the local nuns were not fragile god’s servants at all. They stood day and night on guard of human peace, tracking down infernal creatures and quartering them, and you, hardened by frequent punishments and awareness of the involvement of the devil's spawn in the incident, did not take long to become one of the best demon hunters.

— So yes, you weren't afraid of anything. However, only with "his" exception.

— "He" was the Man in Red, or so they called "him" in the mansion. Unsociable, closed and straight to the bone piercing with one look… you knew for sure that "he" was a demon, and not just any, but the most malicious of all. The one you should exterminate before everyone else. And, probably, "he" saw this confidence hidden under a layer of crushing horror in your eyes.

— No one knew where "he" came from and why, no one wanted to be in the team with "him", no one, in principle, was eager to be with "him" within a radius of ten kilometers, and the Man in Red "himself" showed no interest in others.

— This attitude towards "him" was quite familiar. People are greedy for their lives, it’s the nature: they grab at the thinnest straws, hanging over the abyss, even if they know that they will not be able to survive, because for them there is nothing more valuable than life. If rebirth is real, then they will never know anyway. "He" knows. In a previous life, "his" name was…

— "Damn it, faster!" you shouted, stunning the Hunter with an ultra-precise shot and quickly freeing "him" from the chair. "It's just the two of us left, so try to survive. I won't come next time!"

— Oh...

— You reeked of fear, your hands trembled treacherously, and you ran away from "him" rather than from the recovered Hunter, but, in fact, it didn't matter. You came to the rescue, even if only for your own salvation, just as irrationally selfish as any other human, and yet, yet you came to the rescue. Perhaps it will be nicer if you just kill "him" yourself? It won’t work, of course, but let this dream continue to warm up your instincts.

— Since that match, the Man in Red has been interested in you. If "his" attention fell on someone, everything in itself became disastrous, and you were just asking for trouble; the barrel of a highly polished rifle always felt like it rested on the back of "his" head. It's only a matter of time before a shotgun is roughly shoved into "his" mouth and the taste of gunpowder is smeared on his tongue…

— However, again, neither one nor the other wouldn’t work, since the Man in Red, fear itself in the flesh, couldn’t be killed. And, unfortunately, "he" suddenly wanted to see the imprint of this truth on your face to the point of itching longing.

— Now others didn't approach you. The survivors were afraid to contact once again with the person who somehow constantly found herself with a Man in Red nearby, and this fact did not please you, as well as them. There was nothing you could do, left in the gnawing loneliness.

— At night you felt "his" presence at your door. In the morning - behind your back when you were walking towards the bathroom. During the day - in the shade of the far corners of the library, in the evening - among the plants in Emma's greenhouse, where you could breathe deeply. It used to be possible, but now constant fear held down the lungs and let in only as much air as "he" wanted. Unbearable.

— Prayers didn't help. As you later found out, the lead and the claws of the Hunters too, because there were not even scratches left on the body of the Man in Red that could be healed.

— The sisters in the monastery used to say that if something cannot be achieved by killing, then it remains only to accept, but how could you accept the constant presence of a demon, gradually turning you into his puppet through the fetters of fear?

— You put thirty-four bullets into "him", six knives, with one piercing through "his" throat and the other through the temporal wall, also tried poisons, strangulation and all this with holy water, of course. "He" didn't care. Only the fact that you sometimes came pretty close to "him" for killing made it possible to tolerate the damage to "his" shell.

— Besides, the horror of a new defeat was very becoming to you, and the Man in Red... Naib-in-the-past liked it damn much. It had been a long time since he had felt emotions.

— So yes, he showed no interest in others. However, only with your exception.

[ He fell from the heavens and brought with him the first falling leaf of the season ]

— Since the tragedy, someone has been visiting your dreams. Color, attire, any details of appearance mercilessly slipped from memory, leaving no chance of identification, but you knew that this wasn’t the enemy. His angelic voice has never left your mind.

— In sorrow and in joy, in sickness and in health, the voice delicately whispered words of consolation or instruction to you, pointing, as it seemed, the right way. And you, brought up in the walls of the worship of divine creatures, trusted him implicitly.

— So, of course, when he ordered you to go to the Oletus Mansion, you didn't throw around questions. Because it was him after all.

— Everything that the Lord decides to send down to us, we are able to overcome, right? And all the trials, no matter how unimaginably difficult they may be, will serve us as a great lesson. You didn't know if this was really the case, but your first match was amazing; really, no one expected that a nun would suddenly take out a rifle and start shooting right and left? You're the best, the one and only.

— "Good girl," his voice whispered that night. "I'm proud of you"

— And suddenly that's all you needed.

— Over the years, no, just a couple of decades spent in terrible conditions of cruelty and isolation, you managed to become, without exaggeration, very dependent on the kind words of a mysterious "friend". They were the only support that saved you from despair, so, of course, hearing praise was all you wanted. Is it possible that someone's brain can lose the craving for life without the simplest set of sounds, called a "voice"? There is a chance to check.

— But you didn't consider your, uh... "little addiction" to be anything bad. The "voice" was there and supported you, and also sounded so angelically beautiful; if he is an angel, which there can be no doubt, then it’s your duty to adore him.

— Well, so the sisters and the holy mother (although there is nothing holy about her) kept saying, but doesn’t matter.

— You loved the "voice" in your head. He was mesmerizing. Gently whispering words of approval, its owner was very eloquent and could convince you of what he wanted; it was always important for a person who grew up in isolation from the kindness to be gently treated, and the "voice" seemed to know it very well. You two have never argued, never quarreled, and couldn’t break the connection. But even being so smart as you are, it was to hard to realize that these conversations were boiling down to one thing: your absolutely and unstoppable addiction.

— "I know you're good, good girl, and we're good together; only I can support you. And I know you feel it. Everything will be fine..."

— These words were not hard to come by, slipped through the convolutions of your brain and ate into the bones; every time he said it, you got a sip of great joy. "Of course," you thought, "because I'm a good girl."

— And then you touched the bare skin of William's forearm while helping him during the match, and he instantly collapsed on the ground, not breathing. Eyes opened. He died at your accidental touch.

— Your face has never lost its steadfast, calm expression since the days of the monastery. A steel lady with an apostolic on her head, instilling fear into the souls of demons and serving as a stone wall for ordinary people.

— But now, in this damned second your beautiful face was distorted with such tearing horror that the world has turned upside down, knocking out your organs with a tension wave, and then returning them to their place, leaving them there soft-boiled. Nightmare. It's just another nightmare, a bad dream, you just have to wake up. Need to... wake up, wake up, open your eyes, please open your eyes! No. You couldn't have killed an innocent man. You couldn't have killed William Ellis! No, no. This can't be happening. It's impossible. Not fair. It’s scary. So so scary. Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary scary scary scaryscaryscaryscary

— ...Wait, please.

— Why does the Photographer smile so strangely from afar? Why does this cruel fucking Photographer, a disgusting demon..?

— "Good girl", a voice sounded softly and quietly in your head, while the Hunter in the distance opened his mouth absolutely in time with the words. "I'm proud of you"

— ...

— What?

— What is it? Wait. Why?

— Dumbfounded, you numb stared at the rich blue skin, shimmering with starry matter, waves of thick silver hair, curls of horns. Long nails tapping on the sword guard. Eyes that were absolutely black, but shining with unshakable warmth to you.

— Why? Why, why, merciful God? It just can’t be real. It can't be him!

— You had no idea that in that incident on an autumn night your life was to be cut off forever. Remember? Legs ached from the cold, viscous earth due to the downpour, hair stuck to your face, tangling with eyelashes and closing the sight. Tree. It should have fallen, breaking the fragile child's body, but for some reason you took a couple of extra steps…

— Azrael, who came down to take your soul, could not understand how it happened. His lists have never changed. Your name was in it. Right here. However, you were standing there, alive and alone; it was... somehow amazing, he thought. Interesting. Why not?

— So he followed you. He wanted to find out what kind of human being managed to escape his hands, but, unfortunately, the longer Azrael watched, the more he wanted something. Whisper a few words in your ear - are you being offended, feel sad, need praise? He can probably do it if you smile at your reflection in the mirror, because it’s just a small gesture of good when he is the fallen angel. You see? It made a very well sense, didn’t mean much. But gradually Azrael began to notice a desire to stay in your head forever. After all, you thought of him so kindly, and no one ever loved him before.

— Love... That's right. Borrow this feeling, please, and fill him to the limit. He can run his tongue along your neck, because you are such a wonderful person - you secretes love physically, make people happier. What is this power called? He’d like to know.

— He’d like to know everything.

— Oh. Unbelievably. A couple of decades, and a fallen angel feels something for a mortal. It's just ridiculous.

— He hugged your brain so tenderly, and everything that distracted him from you infuriated incredibly, to such an extent that he wanted to make an exception and kill the innocent. Why not? Really, why? Azrael has been asking this question all the time since he met you; so much has changed. He lived a little less than Adam and Eve, so long and so alone… Maybe he should think about himself a little bit?

— Yes, that’s right. Love. Burning and big. When he was looking down at his stomach, he practically saw love rising, spinning, writhing like a bump shining through perfect skin. When he ran his fingernail over it, the knot, gradually tied somewhere below the guts, tightened tighter and tighter, and he just couldn't help himself. Would he have fallen again for what he whispered to you in the confessional? How lovingly praised you for mere trifles, tying to himself with unbreakable affection? And for things he did in your dreams, taking away every bit of memories from last night at dawn so as not to spoil everything? How human-like. How satisfying.

— And then, then he decided to direct you to a place where it won't be difficult to reach.

— And then, then he put a grain of his death-providing power into your hands, because no, no, NO, when he think about himself, Azrael knows that you don't need to touch other people.

— And then, then… You’ll join him in heaven.

— "Go here, be the good girl. I know you can do that"

[sdr2lovemail]

hello !! first may i say i love your blog, it feels so cool but cozy at the same time ??? anyways may i rq wuchang with a child!reader that they take care of??? i must spread the dad wuchang agenda

Thank you for the compliment Anon! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!

[Platonic, Gender Neutral Reader]

Woah Reader, the Baron lets you have two dads?

The dim light of a clouded early morning shines through the sheer curtains of your room. Today, just as every other day, a gentle knock against the worn wooden door could be heard. The soft click of the knob turning soon follows.

Entering the small room is Bi’an, carefully setting his umbrella against your bed, he lays a hand on your shoulder. “My child, it is time for you to rise. We have quite the day ahead of us.” 

Fighting to stay in the warmth of your covers, you curl yourself deeper into your bed. Bi’an gives a light chuckle. “Don’t be like that. Ms. Grace had brought in some fish earlier this morning. Wujiu and I thought it would go great with some congee.” Though the promise of food was tempting, you still wouldn’t budge.

Shaking his head, Bi’an grabs his umbrella. “I guess Wujiu would have better luck in waking you up.” He opens the umbrella, ready to swap places with the Black Guard.

“Good morning, Mr. Bi’an. Wow, how long have you been there?” You yawn in feign sleepiness. Slipping from under your covers, you walk over to the window and open the thin curtains.

“Oh my, it seems that you have hurt poor Wujiu’s feelings. You dislike him waking you that much?” The White Guard cradles the umbrella close to his ear. 

In a panic, you clamber over to the tall man and grab his jacket. “No! That’s not it at all! I’m sorry for being mean. It’s just that he likes to take my blankets when I don’t get up.” 

“Aha, we merely jest, my child. Now,” Reaching into a wardrobe, he pulls out the same outfit you’ve worn every day. “Get dressed and we will head to the dining hall. Wujiu will be waiting outside.” Leaving the stack of clothes in a neat pile, he sets a loving hand on top of your head and steps out of the room soon after. 

You’re quick to pull on your clothes and grab your weapon. Before leaving to meet up with the Black Guard, you grab a marker and scratch off another day from a calendar. Another day without your wish being granted. How many games must you play before you’re set free?

Leaving and shutting the door, you crane your neck to look up. “Good morning, Mr. Wujiu. Did you sleep well last night?” 

With his free hand, Wujiu grabs your own and begins to walk down the long hallways. “We have been over this dear child, Bi’an and I do not need to rest. Though, how about you? Are you well-rested for the day?”

“Yeah, after that match yesterday I went to bed right away. You guys are lucky you don’t have to sleep.”

“I wouldn’t say that…”

The rest of the walk was filled with your mindless chatter and Wujiu listening to anything you had to say. 

The dining hall was filled with your fellow hunters. Some are well energized and others are ready to fall asleep in their chair. You take your usual seat at the large table in front of Jack, the Ripper, while Wujiu prepares your breakfast.

“Hello, small one. Are you ready for a day of hunting?” Jack asks while he fiddles with an envelope.

Taking small sips of water, you look at his rarely unmasked face. “Good morning, Mr. Jack. Not really, but I don’t have much of a choice.”

Beside you, Michiko gives a small smile. “My, how honest children are these days.”

Without time to give the Geisha a greeting, Jack waves a slip of paper in your face. “Well, you will be sad to know that you were invited to a game.” He flips the envelope around to reveal your name written in beautiful cursive.

Letting out a sigh you reach for the slip. With your fingertips just gracing the envelope, Jack whips it back. He lazily uses it to fan his face. 

“Not so fast. Before I give you this invitation, I have one question to ask.” He leans over the table. “Am I your favorite hunter?” 

“Uh, well…Mr. Bi’an tells me I shouldn’t lie…”

Next to Jack, the Bloody Queen breaks out into laughter and covers the lower half of her face with her hand.

Jack’s face falls flat. “How honest indeed.” He tossed the envelope onto the table in front of you. “Just take it.” He sighs as he slips on his mask.

You take the envelope into your hands. As you’re peeling back the wax seal, a steaming bowl of rice porridge is set in front of you. It’s topped with fish and green onion.

“Here you are, dear child. Eat before it gets cold. You can read your letter after you’re done.” Wujiu says as he takes his seat next to you. Even when sitting he easily towers over many at the table.

With a pout, you glance over to the guard. “But I wanna see who I’m playing against.”

“It won’t matter whom you’re playing against if you have no energy. Now eat, and don’t forget to thank Ms. Grace for helping with breakfast.” 

“Alright…” You mumble as you take a bite of your meal. The smooth rice goes down quite nicely. Coupled with the fish Naiad had caught, it made the perfect meal to start your day.

From across the table, Jack clicks his tongue. “You two spoil them, Wujiu. They’re practically grown at this point. Why coddle them at every moment?” He leans forward to rest his head in his non-clawed hand.

The guard sets his hand on your shoulder. “Oh hush, Mr. Ripper. We are merely nurturing the child as they had arrived here alone. This manor is no place for someone so young to be wandering about.”

You place your spoon into the empty bowl and wipe your mouth with a napkin. “Mr. Wujiu, I think Mr. Jack is right. I’m pretty much grown now. I don’t need help anymore.” You cross your arms in an attempt to look mature.

The umbrella sat in Wujiu’s lap glows as Bi’an tells him something. “Oh? Really, dear child? What about in duo hunters when Bi’an had to help you reach the phone?” He recalls. “Or perhaps the time that novelist told you a scary story and you had us checking under your bed for weeks? Or when-”

“Okay! That’s enough!” You interrupt. “I guess I do have more growing to do. But that’ll be in no time!” 

Wujiu begins to stack your dishes. “You shouldn’t rush. Enjoy your youth while you can.” Picking up the stack of dishes, he stands up from his seat at the table. “How about you read your invitation while I stop by the kitchen. When I get back I’ll walk you to the waiting room.”

With long strides, the Black Guard walks through the dining hall. For a second he pauses. Looking at the large windows that surround the room, he could see the splattering of rain against the glass. Time seems to freeze. Wujiu closes his eyes for just a moment and takes a deep breath. Clearing his head, he continues to the kitchen.

Once Wujiu makes his return, and you say your goodbyes, hand in hand you begin your journey to the waiting room. The waiting area is in a building separated from the main manor. To reach it, you would have to walk through a courtyard. 

“Bi’an will be waiting for you once you return from your match. Remember to stay alert for any survivors that may lurk nearby.” Wujiu states as the two of you come to a covered section of the courtyard. His voice trails off at the sound of rain fills his ears.

You notice him take a step back. The grip on your hand gets tighter. “I can go from here, Mr. Wujiu. I’ll be fast so I don’t get too wet.”

He takes a cautious step forward. “...No, I said I was going to walk you there. Come along now, dear child.” Taking small steps he gets closer and closer to the rain. As he cautiously sets a hand out to feel the droplets on his skin, a clap of thunder booms above you guys. 

With a choked gasp, he steps back into the safety of the roof. He curls in on himself, causing him to let go of your hand. 

“Mr. Wujiu? Are you okay?” You set a gentle hand on his shoulder. He flinched on contact.

“Ah, yes, I’m quite fine. I’m…I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be acting this way in front of you.” 

You’re quick to grab his hand. “No! It’s okay to be scared. That’s what you and Mr. Bi’an always tell me. I’ll just have to be the one that makes you feel better.” You wrap your arms around his tall, lanky frame.

Wujiu gets down on one knee to be closer to your height. Softly, he returns the embrace. “Thank you, dear child.” He smiles, though it looks a bit strained. “Now, we should get you to your match. It would be terrible if you were late.”

“It’s okay, I can go on my own!” Your words caused Wujiu’s eyes to widen. “Even though you and Mr. Bi’an don’t tell me about it, I still know that you guys don’t like the rain. This will prove how grown up I am.” 

Wujiu thinks for a second before giving a more sincere smile. Standing to his full height he pats you on the head. “Alright, make sure to get there fast. We wouldn’t want you to get a cold. Good luck out there.”

You beam back at him. “I’ll make sure to send them all back to the manor. Bye, Mr. Wujiu! Bye, Mr. Bi’an.”

The Black Guard watched as you quickly ran to the other building. Seeing you walk in, he lets out a sign and turns around. The umbrella in his grasp glows. “I know, Bi’an. We will tell them when they are older.” Wujiu makes his way into the manor to let Bi’an wait for your arrival.

The match didn’t take long. The White Guard was standing at the door to the courtyard, book in hand, waiting for you to return. The sound of the heavy door creaking open pulls him away from the pages. “Welcome back, my child. You look quite tired.”

He holds his book underneath one of his arms. Picking you up and setting you on his hip with one hand, he grabs his umbrella with the other. “Did you have a good match?” Bi’an walks down the halls to your room.

“Yeah, I got a win. I’m so sleepy, though. Chasing the survivors around really takes a lot out of me.” You mumble, resting your head on his shoulder.

The walk is silent. Entering your room, Bi’an sets his book and umbrella down. He rests you on your bed before walking to your wardrobe and picking out some comfortable clothes. Turning around he sees that you’ve already gotten under your covers. With a small chuckle, he sets the pile of clothes on your desk.

“Sleep well, my child.” Bi’an pulls the covers up on your body. He smoothes a hand over your head. As he tries to head for the door, he feels a small tug on his jacket sleeve.

“Can you stay with me, Mr. Bi’an? Just until I fall asleep.” You ask him in a sleep-ridden tone.

“Of course, I can.” You scoot over in your small bed to allow him space to lay. His long body doesn't sit very comfortably in the bed. 

You rest your head on his bony chest. The second you make contact, you’re out like a light. 

“One day,” Bi’an starts. “We will free you from this accursed manor. But for now, rest easy.”

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Happy Birthday, Norton Campbell

Rated Mature | None

To the second hunter and survivor I ever wrote since playing IDV (the first was Morningstar!Ithaqua and High Roller!Orpheus) and had tried to go against during his event (he rocked me a lot), this is for you babe!

Norton Campbell

“You know what they say about Pisces?” You say as lay on top of him wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He uncovers his face where he places his arm to look at you. The look of ‘What weird thing did you come up with this time?’ because you are one to say the most outlandish things. He won’t say it but it is often appreciated when his thoughts are not pleasant, “What do they say?” Tired, not of you— Well, he tired because of you and that boundless energy of yours. God, you and Lucky Guy are always ready to go.

“... I don't know.” You forgot or probably had no idea where you were going with that.

“You are lucky I love you or I would have kicked you out.” Covering his face again.

“Out of my own room!? Naked? Wow!” Sitting up causes the sheets to shift and expose your bare chest but the lower half is still covered, “After I gave the best birthday gift too, boo!”

“How do you still have energy?” Mumbling.

“I have to keep up with you, both of you.”

“Agh.” Norton does not want to think about how Fool’s Gold is going to demand a birthday gift too, “Do me a favor and blue ball him.”

“Norton, you won't let me top and you expect me to do denial on him? Hah, no.” Using a modern term for being the dominant one, supposedly. You simplify a lot of your bedroom explanations to him.

“At least, make him work for it.” Moving to lay on his side with his arms wrapped around you.

Fool’s Gold

There is no dressing up for this, he would not appreciate it like his counterpart likes seeing you in lace. Simple lingerie, especially when he can rip it off. No, the hunter likes simply having you on your knees playing your role. He has not forgotten about this, about how it turned him on.

“Bark.” Commanding you. His legs wide open while he sits in the chair made for the hunters.

You are on your knees with your arms up partly as you copy a dog stance while standing, “Arf!” Barking a little too easily, the usual grin on his face widening at the sight of you degrading yourself as his gift. “Woof!” He pulls on the makeshift leash that is his belt.

“Open your mouth for your treat.” His fully formed hand is tugging at your bottom lip, “Tongue out.” Unzipping his pants, unbuttoning it so he has room to pull out that thick reconstructed cock. Pulsing with the purple glow. Tugging you so your breath is hot on his cock. Oh, he likes this sight with his thick nonhuman cock on your tongue weighing heavy.

The way you remain in place waiting for his command, and even better how soon he is going to see tears of pleasure running down that pretty face of yours.

“Go on, suck your treat up.” Norton definitely likes this. You normally would not do this again after the last time he did this with you, but it seems mercy is on his side.

A wish is granted for his birthday.

Soul Catcher

Mortals. All of them from animals to humans, their lives are fleeting, finite, he did not understand why he must assist in preserving these souls. They all will return to the land of the living upon reincarnation, to suffer and struggle. He sits watching a soul that captives him these days, singing a song and often messing up the lyrics, you currently are doing chores. Nothing special about this life or how you live it.

A plain soul, he found the company of such a domestic person a change of pace, a way to see the beauty of life before he claimed it for death. Soon you will follow like all mortal things.

“A celebration of life and another,” You explain, “Though you are not alive, we should still celebrate the contribution you give to all life.” Smiling as you hand him a poncho you created for him. “Death is equally as important as life.”

A birthday, he has no need for such a thing but the gift is given to him, here in this field of cut wheat, the window blowing softly as he stands up and puts on the article of clothing.

“It looks great on you!” Clapping your hands together, “Do you like it?”

“I do.” A quiet one as he often keeps to himself, “Thank you.” He does not have a need for this, yet he does not want to say that nor want you to think him ungrateful. The Soul Catcher touches it fondly as this will be treasured like all the memories he will have of you when the time comes to collect your soul.

Highway Cavalier

“Hiya, speedster.” Waving to him before leaning on the door of his car, “Practicing?”

“No, just checking on the girl before Luca and Demi kick me out for the day.” The engine sounds clear as he revs it and slowly winds it down, “You?”

“Soon, I need to test run the Mach Two before the entry races next week.”

“You've been test-running the damn thing all week.” Shutting the car off, “Join us later.”

“You know I can't, speedster. I gotta do my checks and do my practice laps—”

“Yes, you can because it's my birthday.” He grins, leaning in close towards you.

“What!?” You cover your face, “Oh, my God, Norton, why didn't you tell me?! I could've gotten you a gift or something.”

“I'm mentioning it now and the only gift I want is to see you at the bar getting drinks with us.” Pinching your cheek when you uncover your face to pout, “Maybe a kiss or two for an extra gift too.” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before laughing when you hit his arm.

“Silly man as if I don't already kiss you enough,” Rolling your eyes playfully.

The Orphan of Goetia

“A mutual gift for both of us to enjoy the desires of the flesh.”

Infernal Sin, King of the Seventy-Two demons of Hell, the Lord of the damned, has gifted him what they both desire. Norton’s heart is the Infernal Sin's heart only with a human host, he feels what the other feels too.

“I am such a benevolent King, aren't I?” A rhetorical

question as he laughs with glee, “Well!? Go on! Indulge.” Here in this bedroom of red lights and sheets of silk, a heavy smell of wine and iron, Norton is unsure if he should even touch you.

There you sit wrapped up with large fabric ribbons presenting you as a gift. The makeup on your face waa done by that worshiper obsessed with the demonic king and him. You look away, gagged with a ball held by leather straps.

“Go on. This is for us.”

You are laid back, the Orphan of Goetia and the Infernal Sin above you, the hands you feel however are only Norton’s. Carefully unwrapping you, freeing you but you remain on the bed. His hands remove the gag, his mouth on yours immediately desperately.

The sensation of a rocky hand sliding up your legs before slipping between them.

The King once told you here you will find heaven or hell, here you can be worshiped or be made to grovel. He will— They will have you one way or another.

“This is…” Norton speaking with laboring breath, “(Name)...” His lips on your skin, your neck to chest, a trail of hickeys following.

“Norton.” Moaned out as the monster enjoyed himself preparing you, “Please, God.” Thick fingers preparing you, it is as if he knows just how to touch you.

“Not God, us. From now on it will only be us.” The demon king says— Promises.

Mining Director

“You can open them.” Saying as the dining room table is covered with gifts sent to him. Perks of being the most desired and envied man in the mining business— With a hand in other businesses and politicians. Norton Campbell made himself the most powerful man both in the public eye and behind the scenes. “Useless junk.”

You sit there unsure what to say or do given his mood today. It is his birthday and though he has a ton of gifts and riches fit for a king, you had hoped he would celebrate with you… Like old times… When you were both two kids trying to make it in the cold world.

“What?” Norton says, he sees you not moving from your spot, his eyes go to the small box in your hand.

“It's nothing.” Putting the box down, turning around ready to leave the room. The boy you loved, that boy has grown up into a materialistic man. You married him because you love him, but you wonder if he loves you… If that boy is still there wanting to play with you like always.

“Wait,” Grabbing your arm, “Is this for me?” Looking at the poorly made box.

“... No point in asking. It's with the rest of the junk.” Sounding every bit hurt.

Norton curses in Spanish under his breath before pulling you into his arms and squeezing you, “Mi Vida, nothing you give me is junk.”

You hide your face in his chest embarrassed by your feelings of inadequacy, he has the world and you want to show him your love.

“Let me open it.” Opening it while still hugging you, “Hah! You found the old thing!?” Pulling out the old toy model car he would play with as a kid, “Can't believe it. Thought the old man sold it.”

“I found it when visiting the old neighborhood. The pawn shop had it on display and I… I hope you like it, Norton.”

He drops the box to touch the toy, this small piece of the past. When he was a boy, he used to play with this car pretending to be a racer. The grand places he would imagine with you in tow chasing after him.

“Norton?”

His face is buried in the crook of your shoulder, you touch his hand as you feel him trembling against you. 

[k4shibe]

CREEP! — ANDREW KREISS

summary, creepy andrew is obsessed with u :P

content, andrew/gn reader, 18+!!, creep andrew, underwear stealing, masturbating to items, religious mentions, andrew using stuff in a sexual way, no sexual intercourse im too lazy

note, wrote this to cope with losing my idv account and also bc i love sub andrew and writing sub characters 😭

word count, 292

creep! andrew, who at first doesn’t care about anyone, believing that anything or anyone was too good for him, but when he see’s your beauty he knows he wants to be yours.

creep! andrew, who would only give you a couple of glances, or even just imagine you outside of the manor. his thoughts then turned into inappropriate imaginations about you under your clothing.

creep! andrew, who feels ashamed of his thoughts as a religious man. however he still believes that it wasnt really his fault as you were too provocative for him.

creep! andrew, who would sneak in to your room while you go to another one of your matches, immediately going in to your room to steal your underpants as his prize for putting so much effort into figuring out your match schedule.

creep! andrew, who’s dick would get rock hard whenever he saw you bend over to open a chest. trying to get himself together imagining the things he could do to you if the both of you weren’t in a match.

creep! andrew, who would steal the toothbrush you put in your mouth and use it as a sex toy, sticking it up his ass. high-pitched moans being heard from his room with no shame.

creep! andrew, who uses his role as rescuer to get closer and closer to you, even just your scent or a light-hearted “thank you!” with the perfect smile you give him, gives his big dick a embarrassingly noticeable boner

creep! andrew, who would have a collection of things of his you’ve touched, or your items under his bed. like for example, the underpants he got from you? its sticky now, or your toothbrush? the bristles are ruined and it looks abused

[cooliofango]

Photographer’s Love Letter

Joseph Desaulnier x GN! Reader

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Documentation #X

The following appears to be a love letter from the hunter known as the Photographer to lover located outside of Oletus Manor.

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Dearest Y/N,                                                       May 19

        It has been quite a while since I’ve last spoken with you. I’d like to apologize for that, as well as my absence. I have been quite busy as of late with the occupation I now uphold here in Oletus Manor. Its treacherous and yet this horrendous game brings forth something similar to relief for that pent up despair I feel from Claude’s loss. I fear myself for feeling such a thing. Especially if this feeling lingers when the time comes for us to meet once again. I can assure you that I will put in the effort to make this feeling to pass before I hold you in my arms again. That is, if you can accept the being held in the arms of someone who’s done things you would not be terribly fond of- and I’m afraid that I cannot explain my wrong doings in writing. I vow to  inform you of everything in due time.

        I miss seeing your face when I awaken in the early hours of dawn. I miss your touch of comfort when my thoughts get the better of me. I miss your scent whenever I would hold you close. I miss the sound of your beautiful voice that aided in my slumber late into the night. I miss you. Each passing day only makes the yearning within this old heart of mine grow steadily stronger. It makes me wish to leave this place sooner than later. Yet I cannot leave as willingly as I wish I could. Please be patient with me, mon chéri. I will be patient as well, as much as it pains me to wait any longer. I wish to remember the taste of your lips and be reminded of one of the many things I love about you.

        I beg you to care for yourself while I cannot be there to do so, myself. Stay indoors when ill, eat healthily, and get plenty of sleep. Treat yourself to something nice for me, as well. Perhaps a glass of wine like we always shared together under the moonlight would suffice. I’ll need to fetch the finest bottle in France when I return to you, mon amour. We will wear the softest of silks and dance under the moon’s gaze. Anything to enjoy the night of our faithful reunion to it’s fullest. Anything to ensure that your happiness is met. I long to see your beautiful smile again.

        I must cut this short, mon chéri. My presence is needed elsewhere in the manor. I will await your letter in response, if you choose to respond or if you even receive this letter at all. You are always on my mind and in my heart.

With Love,

Joseph Desaulnier

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Edit made by me! Original Fanart was found on Pinterest without the name of the artist. If you can find the artist then please shoot ‘em a message!

I hope you all like this! It came to me to write this upon impulse before I start this semester the next morning so I decided to indulge.

[smittenroses]

if I may,, ganji x reader hcs 👉👈

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— My Life, My Breath, and My Heartbeat

Fandom — Identity V Pairing — Batter | Ganji Gupta/Reader Content Warnings — lil angsty at the end Author's note — I love him so much

Ganji's very good at being verbally romantic however struggles to be so physically. Because of this, be wary that he may accidentally hug a bit too tight or squeeze your hand a bit too tight; he wants to show you he cares, he just doesn't also want to treat you like a fragile doll.

Every time he looks at you he forgets how to breathe. You take his breath away every time the two of you are together; you could be wearing dirty clothes and he would still call you beautiful. He stares at you like you're the center of his earth because you are.

He teaches you how to cook foods he remembers from his mama, he spends so much time having you taste, cook, and laugh in the kitchen as he teaches you every recipe he knows, he wants to show you his culture, wants to have you be absorbed in it because to him it's so very important. Even when you mess up, even if it's not something that tastes nice, he will eat it with a smile because you made it.

He usually is an early riser but he will spend mornings with you in bed, adoring you, worshipping you with his eyes and mouth as he kisses you softly, slowly, he will entangle himself in you to hold you, touch you, feel your skin against his. To remind him that you're there, you exist, that you love him.

He saves every little note and letter you write to him in a little shoe box with your name on it. He's scared that one day you'll disappear and he won't be able to say goodbye, the shoebox is his way to keep something with him always. However, his first 'I love you' note or letter? It sits underneath his pillow.

He'll encourage you to wear his clothes, even if they may smell strongly of sweat and spice as he wants to be able to smell you on his clothing, know that you had worn it and it gives him so much comfort knowing it.

Every kiss you share, he mutters softly under his breath in his native tongue that you are "my life, my breath, and my heart", though he never tells you this no matter how much you beg him.

He wants to stay by your side, he wants to have you be with him, , but if you decide to part ways after the manor, he will let you go.

[rosemaze-reveries]

Ahh hello! I really liked your joker (weeping clown) x reader story! May I ask for a weeping clown x male reader who is huge of physical affection? Please and thankyou!

ty anon for fueling my weepy obsession 🙈

⚜️ Joker hasn’t experienced much physical affection in his life, but it’s something he has always craved. Coupled with his eagerness to please his partner in every way possible, your affectionate side makes you very compatible.

⚜️ That being said, it will take him some time to realize he actually enjoys it. He keeps getting flustered and unsure of himself whenever you hold him, worried he’s somehow doing this wrong.

⚜️ He rarely initiates — if you’re lounging somewhere and invite him to join you, he sits nearby but won’t touch. He just gazes at you, his big doe eyes lit up with sheer love, and waits until you prompt him closer.

⚜️ He apologizes for every little thing. For getting closer. For accidentally bumping you when he repositions his arm. For “moving too much.” Even for being near you at all.

⚜️ The first few times you spend cuddling with him, his heart rate spikes, and he stumbles over anything he tries to say. The next few times, he’s so caught up in making sure you’re comfortable that he still won’t let himself relax.

⚜️ He loves to hold your hands — they’re warm and safe, and it’s not as overwhelming as being enveloped in your arms. He also likes it when you cup his face 🤲

⚜️ You often come up to pepper him in congratulatory kisses after his performances. It catches him so off guard initially but soon it’s all he can think about during his acts. His favorite part of performing is seeing your excitement at the end ♡

⚜️ In general, he tends to equate his self-worth to the reception he gets from others, so he tries to amuse you constantly.

⚜️ He’ll take your hands and whirl you into a clumsy polka dance, bring you handmade gifts, perform little magic tricks for you, break into mime acts at random intervals... Anything to see your smile!

⚜️ Dressing up before shows probably becomes more intimate. You randomly come up to embrace him from behind while he’s at his dressing table.

⚜️ A combination of pre-show jitters + your presence sometimes prevents him from keeping his hands steady -- so you might have to take over doing his makeup for him. He’s apologetic but he enjoys the close proximity