#Antonio Paganini x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

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

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

Thoughts 💭

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

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

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[inferencesarchives]

`•- Their Love Languages

antonio paganini, andrew kreiss, kevin ayuso, luchino diruse, matthias czernin, naib subedar, william ellis x gn reader (all seperate)

prompt: love languages

warnings: physical touch (obvs cuz it's one of the love languages lmao)

a/n: wasn't able to get this out on time cuz i was busy but day 6 of the valentines event yippee!! also i have now spent 161 pulls for matthias and i still haven't gotten him yet. im now entering my villain arc

Starting off, Antonio loves giving you words of affirmation and physical touch. Every single day, whenever he's around you, he'll be holding your hand or hugging you affectionately as he whispers compliments and sweet words into your ears. He'll back off a bit if you dislike PDA, though. As much as he just wants to pick you up and smother you with his affection, he'll happily wait until the two of you are in private if that's what makes you comfortable. When it comes to receiving love, Antonio likes words of affirmation and quality time. He's often busy with matches or practicing a new song, so any time spent with you is time he treasures. It also makes him giddy whenever you compliment him. Whether it be you praising him after playing a song or doing well in a match, he always loves receiving your compliments.

Andrew is a bit awkward with his affection, but he loves to give you quality time whenever he can. It's not really something he can explain, but something about you just being there with him seems to wash all his worries away and make him feel truly at peace. Also, he likes to receive words of affirmation from you. Again, your presence is soothing to him, and whenever you give him kind words and reassurances, it always makes him feel calm and happy.

Kevin is extremely affectionate, and he loves giving just about everything. Oftentimes, when he's near you, he'll come up behind you and gently wrap his arms around your waist, giving you a surprise hug as well as a quick kiss on the cheek. He also likes giving you little compliments accompanied by affectionate petnames as he hugs you. Also, he'll be happy to take care of just about anything for you if he sees that you're feeling tired or unwell, and he'll give you a little gift in hopes that he can cheer you up, even if just a little bit. When it comes to receiving your affection, Kevin adores whenever you spend quality time with him or do little acts of service to help him. It never fails to make him feel warm inside when you offer to do some little mundane tasks for him before sitting down on the couch and cuddling with him.

Luchino is very busy, so he tries to apologize for it by spending quality time with you. He doesn't have very much time between matches and continuing his research on whatever new topic has caught his interest, but he always tries to make time for you at least once or twice a day. Oftentimes, he'll spend lunch with you, engaging in a pleasant conversation with you before he returns to his work. Sometimes, though, his work keeps him busy during your usual noon meeting times, so he tries to apologize by finding you sometime later in the day and spending a few moments with you. When he's receiving affection, Luchino loves whenever you give him words of affirmation and physical touch. It always warms his heart whenever you pay him a visit while he's working himself to the bone in his office. When you walk over to his chair and gently massage his shoulders while you whisper kind words in his ears, he just absolutely melts. He has a soft spot for you, and whenever you're sweet and kind to him, he always feels warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Matthias doesn't really know how to show affection, but he always tries to give you some quality time and gifts in order to show his love to you. Mostly, he just likes to be around you, as your presence tends to make him feel less worried and more peaceful. Oftentimes, the two of you aren't really doing anything specific together, he just likes to tag along with you wherever you go. Also, he'll often try to give you some small things that remind him of you. Typically, he either picks a few flowers from the manor's garden and gives them to you in a small bouquet, or he'll give you small little trinkets like a locket or something of the sort for you to keep in your pockets for good luck. When he receives affection from you, he values words of affirmation the most. Your kind reassurances always help him whenever he's feeling worried or doubtful of himself, and he feels honoured that you think of him so highly. He also likes receiving physical touch, though he prefers if you'd ask first before you touch him; It makes him more comfortable.

Naib isn't the best with affection, but he tries his best for you, and he often shows his love through acts of service and quality time. Most often, he tries to take care of miscellaneous tasks for you so that you're not too exhausted by the end of the day, and he loves to sit down and relax with you on the couch in the evenings. He's not used to receiving affection, so any kind actions from you tend to make him feel warm and jittery inside, really. Though, he especially loves whenever you give him words of affirmation or physical touch. After a long day, Naib loves nothing more than when you cuddle up to him and make him swoon with sweet compliments. He practically melts in your embrace every time, and all of his worry and stress that built up our the course of the day seems to dissipate immediately, leaving a happy and content Naib leaning comfortably into your touch.

Lastly, William is also very affectionate, and he likes to show you love through physical touch and gift giving the most. Several times throughout the day, he'll just casually walk up to you and proceed to give you the tightest spine-crushing hug ever before letting go, ruffling your hair, and walking off to go participate in another match with a goofy smile. He also gives you a bunch of random things, usually for no reason besides that he thought you'd like it. He gives you just about anything, whether it be flowers, chocolate, necklaces, or other things. He just likes to shower you in love and affection constantly. When he's on the receiving end, William is a sucker for words of affirmation and quality time. He just loves it whenever you tell him how great he did in a match or how well he did when practicing rugby, it just seems to always make him feel all giddy inside, and he can't help but grin like a lovestruck fool. He also adores the moments whenever you two are hanging around together. It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing, he just loves being able to spend time with you.

a/n: was gonna add some of the girls and also a few more guys in here too but i ran out of time rip

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!

[hornsent-consort]

Found family Antonio x teen!reader

Warnings: father/child dynamic, GN!reader, OOC maybe, no beta reader (do I need to say this every post?(yes(we die like men))), non canon compliant, ts follows the IDV fanfic writer lore where everyone lives happily in the manor, Antonio is a good parent, implied luchinini, and implied Antonio x devil? Maybe?

I love to gamble -Antonio probably

🎻 Antonio would be an amazing father figure, but I do think that he would see you more of his friend rather than his kid that he needs to be 100% strict with all the time. My best comparison is the dad that you sometimes forget is your dad because yall just have so much fun together.

🎻 “do as I say, not as I do” is a phrase this man uses often. He doesn’t want you to fall down the same dark paths that he once went through, so just trust him on this one.

🎻if you’re a survivor, he will most likely not go friendly for you unless he wanted to go friendly for everyone else. He’s very much the type of guy to never let you win, so if you do win against him, you know you truly deserve it.

🎻he was a very very good cook. Keyword: Was. He doesn’t cook much now, since he knows it won’t end well, but if you want, he can make a good sandwich! Nothing else though, because it will genuinely be revolting

🎻think Xie Lian food

🎻he would be very happy if you came to him with any relationship troubles. These do not need to be romantic, they can purely be platonic, but he still wants to hear about it. He’s has his fair share of relationships good and bad, so I do think he would have lots of great wisdom

🎻wine mom

🎻he’s not overprotective nor does he get upset if you get slightly hurt in a match. If you just have a sprain and it’s not serious, he’ll probably laugh at you, but if you were genuinely hurt… he’d still laugh at you while he’s nursing you back to health.

🎻a lot of music will be played. He needs you to give him your true honest opinion on what his music sounds. He doesn’t appreciate your jokes when you say it’s bad, and he swears he will do the same to you.

🎻you will be spending a lot of time around Luchino. They are great friends, and Luchino is a lot like an uncle… or second dad… third dad?

🎻your three dads: Antonio, Luchino, and the Devil

[weeping-statue]

Hello! I was the one that requested Andrew x reader that’s like a grandpa!

I really really liked it, and I was wondering if I could request some more headcanons for Andrew, Norton, Naib, and Antonio with a GN! Reader who’s not very conventionally attractive?

Not ugly or anything, but they definitely don’t fit the standard for beauty and they are just super surprised anyone would seek them out.

Sorry if it’s too many characters! If you need to reduce it, I’m fine with just Andrew and Antonio if that’s okay!

Thank you sm and have an amazing weekend!

OMG HELLO AGAIN!! You have no idea how happy I am to see you in my inbox again<3 I’m glad you liked it and I hope you like this one just as much!

This got really angsty so it’s definitely more of a comfort fic than anything..

This is kinda long, and I was gonna do Norton but I decided last minute not to so.. umm.. yeah. Also fun fact me and Norton share the same zodiac sign..

Uh not proof read..

Andrew, Naib, and Antonio with a not conventionally attractive GN!reader!

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Andrew

He didn’t think you’d appreciate his looks either.

So you’re moderate looking together!

He honestly wholeheartedly believes that he doesn’t deserve you, hot or not, he worships the ground you walk on because you decided to hand your heart over to him.

He can obviously tell your insecure sometimes about your looks

Cause he gets that way too..

But, he tells you he loves you and that your beautiful in his eyes, and that’s all that matters <3

So when he catches you looking in the mirror, disgusted to no end, he puts his nervousness aside and takes action.

“Ew.”

That’s all you could think. You’ve been pulling and prodding at your face for what felt like hours. No matter how much makeup you throw on you can’t escape being so.. moderate. It’s all you ever are. Why can’t you be something more? Why does everyone else look so good and you’re just the sad little camera man? Never destined to be on stage, in the light with the others, like you deserve.

The one thing you’re good at, is your pathetic job. And even then, you’re sure others would succeed at it more if they tried.

Eyes glance down at the used makeup wipe in your hand. Further tracking to the open lipsticks, and eyeshadow palettes. And a deep sigh escapes you, why do you even try? It’s not like it matters.

Then you start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were a last resort. Your not pretty, your not stunning-

Cough

Andrew stands behind you, coughing to get your attention, while watching you, his eyes filed with pity.

You really didn’t hear him come in, and it startled you. How long has he been standing there? Did he hear you? Most likely..

You start to explain, “Andrew, it’s not what it looks like, I’m just-”

But he cuts you off, “No, I.. I know what you’re thinking. What you’re doing. I know that look all too well. I just didn’t think I’d have to see you wear it.”

“What-?” You began again, but he shakes his head, walking up to you, hesitantly reaching out to you with his shaky nimble fingers. Pulling you into a hug, that felt almost.. forced. But it was comforting either way. He takes a deep breath steeling himself for what he’s about to say, and then blurts out,

“Being, what I am, has always been unsavory in my eyes. I’ve grown too comfortable with the common look of disgust that sometimes I show it to myself. But that changed when I met you, you helped show me a new way to look at myself. I just never assumed you’d feel the same way I did. Even though others may not think you’re gorgeous, at least I do. You’re like an angel. My angel.”

…

Wow.. he really just said all of that? For you? And meant it? He really does love you..

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Naib

He’s a man of very few words.

So instead he shows it in actions!

He’s not much to look at either in his opinion, he’s more of a scarred, battle harden, shell shocked, soldier, that definitely has survivors guilt.

Instead of Andrew’s reason of not deserving you, he believes that he’s just a used up broken man that should be dead with the rest of his platoon. But this wonderful person in his life is a sign that maybe he should stick around.

You’ve given him meaning to live, so for that, he’s forever grateful. And that means, he loves you more than anything. Looks don’t matter as much to him as you’d think, so when he sees you going quiet and distancing he knows how to fix this.

He hadn’t seen you all day, except for breakfast, when you grabbed a piece of toast, kissed his head and said a quick “I love you.”

He knows you more than you think, so he understood why you were upset.

Which is why he begs one of the survivors who can actually cook well, to make your favorite dish. Basically making a care package for you and giving you a letter that decently tells you that you’re perfect the way you are and that he loves you.

With the care gift done he shyly makes his way to your room, avoiding other people knowing that he’s gone soft.

He gently knocks on your door, waiting for you to open. And when he’s greeted with your tired form he awkwardly hands it to you.

Mumbling, “I know you weren’t feeling well today. And since I’m no good with words I thought this would make up for my lack of them. If you’d like me to stay, and listen, or just be here with you, then just let me know.”

A small smile grows on your face and that causes him to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was so worried that you’d slam the door in his face or worse, hate it.

You open the door further to let him in, “do you think I could get some cuddles?”

This is what the note would say,

“Dear, ____

This took me hundreds of try’s but I think this is the one. I know what it’s like to be insecure, and even though that’s hard to admit, I’ll admit it for you. I love you, so much, and even though looks don’t matter to me, I find you to be absolutely lovely. Anyone who says differently is blind and doesn’t know what they’re missing out on. I’m so lucky to have you.

Sincerely,

Naib.”

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Antonio

…

Look at him..

REALLY LOOK AT HIM..

HES GOT A DEVIL IN HIM AND AGSHSHDB

Yeah he’s a cutie, but umm.. come on now..

He knows that he Lowkey got fucked up and maybe the face card don’t hit like it used to but hey, at least you appreciate him anyways..

Antonio definitely will just smother you in kisses and will not let go until you agree you’re beautiful, and you have to mean it.

Antonio has you wrapped in his hair and confined to bed, lanky arms wrapped around you as he kisses your face.

You groan, “Hey! It’s been three hours! Let me go! I have things to do!”

Antonio continues his pecks, saying in between, “Nope, not until you say it.”

After a few more minutes of brooding silence, you cave, “Fine! I’m beautiful. Are you happy?”

He pauses, and frowns, “Do you mean it?”

…

Did you?

If he thinks you are, then you have to be? Right?

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Another kiss is placed but this time more gently and lovingly on your lips. The hair gently untangles from your body and his arms loosen.

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Idk if you can tell that this is rushed, just a bit. But I’m not sure I like this one.. I hope you enjoyed it anyways!

[oletus-writer]

Going to hit you with the fluff beam because I do not feel deranged enough to ask for smut and instead ask for some cuddle headcanons with the Season 11 duo aka Antonio Paganini & Melly Plinius (separate ofc) ( 'ω')

Lol please hit me with the smut it’s pretty fun to write, but this is also a nice change of pace

Antonio, Melly cuddle headcanons

Warnings: none

Antonio Paganini

The desire to hug you would be made known to you before you get hugged, by his hair picking you up and pulling you towards him.

He’s tall and lanky, meaning his hugs are rather bony and uncomfortable, but he does his best with trying to cushioning it with his silky hair.

If you’re not taller than him, he’ll bury his face into your head. If you are taller than him, he’ll rest his chin in the crook of your shoulder. Yes, the hugs aren’t the most comfortable, but they’re not awkward.

He’s a rather clingy person, so expect surprise hugs often, especially after matches, regardless of if he won or lost. When the two of you snuggle in bed to sleep, you’ll really see this side of him. Usually, it ends up with him being draped over you in the morning, snoring softly in your hair.

Melly Pilinus

Melly is a gentle hugger, smelling of flowers and honey. She’ll stroke your hair regardless of whether you’re being comforted, and her touches will linger, even if you’ve only hugged for a split second.

She doesn’t give hugs too often, usually when she’s tired and needs to recharge, or if she had a terrible match. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t like them, and by all means will indulge you, even if it means hugging every day.

Even in bed she doesn’t snuggle often, but in the mornings you’ll wake up to find she has migrated into your arms.

Although she’ll never admit it, she likes it when you bury your face in her chest and look up at her - it makes her feel beautiful, and not only in a sexual way.

[freakspectors]

OH BOY NEW IDV TEXT BLOG!! Might I request either Wu Chang or Antonio with a selectively mute reader?? (PLATONIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I DO NOT WISH TO DATE THE IDENTITY V)

𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒸�� .

A (Separate) Platonic Wu Chang/Violinist x Gender Neutral Reader .

warnings ; none ! only fluff .

authors note ; oh gee , I wonder who this is .. /j anyways this was so cute to receive and I'm really sad I didn't have the time to do it immediately because of SCHOOL .. but here i am !! also this is my first time writing for either of them please don't jump me ;; .... okay okay enough of me read the hcs

𝒲𝓊 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔 | 𝒳𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝒾'𝒶𝓃 + 𝐹𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝓊𝒿𝒾𝓊 .

✦ The most understanding people ever you don't get it at all.

✦ I like to think that both of them are the type of people to be fine with not talking when they're with someone they're close to.

✦ You could be doing a completely different thing from what either one of them is doing in complete silence. But it's bonding time. You two are being buddies and bonding together. If you get what I'm saying.

✦ They're both really attentive. They can tell when you're uncomfortable and have gone mute because of that.

✦ They both have different styles when comforting you. Xie Bi'an is more calm and reserved, and Fan Wujiu is very .. concerned and daunted. All in all they both want to make sure you're okay.

✦ Xie Bi'an is so sweet oh em gaurd.

✦ He would do anything you ask, getting anything you need, giving you space if you wish for it, everything under the sun. It's almost motherly the way he makes sure you're okay.

✦ Once you start talking again, he makes sure you're okay once more. The last thing he wants is for you to get upset and go mute again. god I love him so much ;;

✦ Wujiu on the other hand .. He means well trust him ;;

✦ He's far more clingy than Bi'an. He'll be with you until you're verbal and comfortable again.

✦ He's the same as Bi'an when it comes to getting you things though. He'll get it with urgency too.

✦ Like if you blink twice he'll be gone and back. It's a little scary.

✦ The type of friend to make harsh jokes but get really upset if someone does the same.

✦ He'll like. Spectate you in silence. Unsettling but gives a sense of comfort. for some reason.

✦ In all seriousness, the both of them truly care about you. They just express it in very .. very different ways.

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 | 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 .

✦ Okay. first of all I feel like 'Toni would be such a fun friend to have.

✦ Not only that, he'd be such a caring one aaaaghhh ;;;

✦ A simple gesture towards him about how you're uncomfortable in a situation he'll make an excuse to leave with you.

✦ It takes a little asking questions and head nods for him to realize you're non-verbal, but when he gets to that conclusion he's great comforter.

✦ He'll play songs for you, tell stories about his (sour) losses at the casino, etc. He's amazing.

✦ If you want space, he'll give you space. Just call for him if youre verbal again and need something.

✦ Or hit him in the head with a paper airplane. Either way he'll answer.

✦ He'll stare at you dumbfounded if you throw an airplane at him though.

✦ A game or two of charades will have been played before he understands it's a note.

✦ He's an idiot. Just a little. But it's funny so it's okay

✦ But on a serious note, he really doesn't like seeing you upset.

✦ You're one of the closest friends he's had in a while - you're the only person he's had some sort of relationship with in ages, actually.

✦ Because of this , he tries to maintain your happiness and you two's friendship the best he can.

✦ All in all, Antonio is a great friend. Keep him.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

[madam-kumo]

Pulling at your Heartstrings

Antonio Paganini x female reader

(warnings: spoilers(?), angst with a good end, death, and murder

You listen as the bow meets the strings and the notes ,almost visibly, wash through the room. You can almost fall asleep with how well the strings melt together. Antonio played with his eyes closed, as if he was lost in the and sheet music. The crowd surrounding you was silent but nowhere near tense. Some were driven to tears, some felt pure joy, and some- like you- felt pure admiration and love for the violinist.

He could feel your eyes on him; the pure pride and warmth he felt could put the highest level of performers to shame. His notes got faster before he lifts his bow and ends the final note of the piece. The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as the stage lamps turn on and the guests soon start to pool outside of the auditorium.

However, one stayed behind: you. The large room was only filled my the chairs that were earlier filled and your husband cascading from the stage after putting his violin down on the chair.

Antonio stepped over towards you until he met you with his arms. "I thought you weren't going to make it" Antonio murmurs into your hair as you hug him back. "A meeting was cancelled. Beside, Love, I would never miss one of your shows. You've worked far to hard for that" You say gently and you kiss his cheek. You leave a light lipstick mark just under the hair that covered his face.

"You've been growing out your hair quite a bit" You mutter to yourself as you play with his well kept hair- thanks to you. Antonio rubs the back of his neck with a cheeky smile. "I know, I thought you'd like it" He says awkwardly causing you to chuckle. "I do, it fits you Tonio". Oh, how he loved hearing that name; it something that only you ever called him.

He played with the hem of his suit lapels as you guide him back onto the stage and onto a couch for a much needed break. Every since he started to court you properly,- without flubbing at the mouth and making a fool out of himself- he had been trying his best to save up money and put aside gambling to afford flowers and gifts for you.

Just barely behind the curtain, was an auburn sofa that was incredibly inviting, even more so with you near his side. You brushed your husbands hair with your fingers as he practically melts in your hands.

It was so peaceful, a safe haven for Antonio.

"BANG!"

A gun went off. Antonio sat up immediately as all of his senses were alarmed. He went to grab you, but saw the blood start to run down your face and slowly soaking your bodice. Antonio sprung to action as he heard the assassin run off. He had no time to chase him, he had to get you to a medic.

"Love, stay with me dammit!" He shouted, holding his hand to your gaping wound to desperately try and stop the blood. A small group ran into the room, trying to see the commotion as Antonito began crying.

He let out chocked sobs as he begged the group to help.

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Antonio didn't know what to do. I mean, what could you when he just had to bury his dead wife into the ground. He had chugged almost an entire bottle of whiskey; Antonio just wanted to drink himself to death. He wanted to forget, fall asleep, and wake up in your arms again. The entire time he had been staining your wedding rings with his tears.

"I can help you....." A distorted voice whispered, it almost made Antonio's ears bleed.

He was going crazy, maybe he was too drunk. His covered his arms over his head and ears, nearly begging for everything to shut up for a few moments. He wanted to hide in your arms, like he did every time he was anxious. Just thinking about you made tears well up in the mourning mans eyes. "What do you want from me! You already took my wife! W-what could you possibly want!" Antonio stuttered and he sobbed his heart out. "I want to make a deal with you" The voice said again, but this time it sounded in his mind rather than echoed through the room.

He had nothing to lose at this point. Fuck it. "What is it?" Antonio said hoarsely as he wiped his tears away. "I can bring your wife back to you, but you must let me take control, I can make you better than you ever have been before". Antonio's head perked up at the deal. His entire life had been about gambling, why not one more? Especially when the prize is so attractive to a mourning husband. He let out a shaky sigh before muttering "Fine, it's a deal".

Antonio could almost feel this thing smiling at him as a migraine hit him like a brick. He clutched his head in pain as he felt his hair grow even longer, and he felt his arms going slightly limp. He looked at his hands, they looked sickly pale. "What did you do-" Antonio was interrupted. "Do not question me!" The entity screeched at him, making his headache worse. "Now, go to sleep, Antonio, your end of the deal will arrive within a game"

It was the last thing Antonio heard before everything became hazy and he passed out with his head on the dining table.

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His eyes opened as his eyes were blinded by the moonlight through ripped curtains. Antonio felt new, reborn. Places his hand on his face, he could feel scars and stitching that weren't there before. His hair was tucked behind his ears. Though his hair felt far longer, the fact that it was tucked to show his face felt familiar. He moved his hand to find that he was in a bedroom, a uniquely maintained one. It smelled of polished wood, rosin, and wine. It was a scent he would never forget. A figure soon loomed over him, those curious eyes staring down at his own.

His love had finally returned to him

[gardemania]

Lottie! ~ she/him/them ~ early teens ~ requests: CLOSED

NOTE TO READER: slow updates, random hiatus!

Rules M.list

[jackthepeeper]

Content under the cut is strictly 18+

MDNI

English is not my first language, I have very limited experience in writing fanfiction.

Antonio (Violinist) x GN!Reader

CWs: NSFW, readers anatomy is referred to as chest + h*le/entrance/s*x, reader may or may not wear makeup, reader wears tight clothes, reader drinks alcohol and gets intoxicated, reader perceives situation as dangerous, now that I think about it it can possibly be viewed as dubcon although not intended

Word count: 1903

You do this because you love yourself.

Of course that's the case. You doll yourself up before you go to the bar, a good long hour of preparation always includes a fragrant shower that leaves your body soft and well-moisturized, makes you feel like a divine being, a manifestation of raw beauty itself. After your skincare routine you settle in a plush chair in front of the mirror to do your makeup. It might not be much, just a small touch-up to accentuate your natural beauty or hide an aggravated pimple, it might be a lot if you're feeling fancy, a dramatic look feels like a fun bit of masquerading. You might skip this step altogether. You deserve it.

You do this because you hate yourself.

Every time you go there it starts the same and ends the same, too. You buy your own drink first to get in the mood, something you know will knock you out the fastest. It's been a while since you've last chosen your alcohol by taste instead of percentage. The glint of intoxication gives your eyes a catty appearance that few can resist, gives your spine a curve you rarely see in the mirror - an inviting shape, the small of your back begging to be caressed by a knowing palm. You can't afford it sober, with all your responsibilities your body's mental image contorts into a creature most resembling Atlas holding the world on his shoulders. No room for a hug at all.

Soon your figure finds itself in a sardine can of wet breaths, skin rubbing against skin through the skimpy outfits people usually wear to such places. The pheromones work you better than any substance you could ever try. You've been bought enough drinks by now to fit right in with the dancing crowd, your whole being traveling through it like plankton through the thick of the sea, hardly paying any attention to the way the jerky moves of someone against your flesh get replaced by a thoughtful sway of hips, a gentle touch that stops your slow drifting, slender hands gluing the bottom of your stomach to a muscled set of abs. You feel a pulsing vein where his bare skin dips under the rough fabric of his pants, the speeding heartbeat and a dishonest smile pulling tightly on his cheeks sober you up just enough for disgust to settle. You deserve it.

"What is a bella like you doing in a ditch like this?"

The smell of his sweat, tinged with woody cologne that's nearly overshadowed by the stench of smoke and a rich dry rye aroma - you write it off as him having drank a particularly strong unfiltered beer - all get into your head, and he gladly takes your laughter for an answer. With him having already taken your body in his arms you have to ask yourself what else he is planning to take from you. You deserve it, in any case.

The next however-long-he-wants you spend tightly pressed against his chest, barely able to keep up a simple dialogue, let alone count the time between him laying eyes on you and him taking you home. Your arms find his long hair, and something cracks in your fingers as you pass the locks between them, smooth strands turning into what feels like dry grass, and you furrow your eyebrow when you feel a spikelet somehow stuck in there as well. You don't pay much attention, though, as he quickly draws your thoughts elsewhere, asking if you like the music here. You press your cheek against the well-worn decorated leather collar of his coat and admit that you hate it, describing roughly what you actually enjoy. He picks a two-word description for the genre quicker than you're able to recall the name for it, and you're sure that he's just made it up. You laugh, because it's still spot-on.

"I'm a musician, you know. Maybe I could write you something you'd actually like?"

Do you really deserve it?

You still allow him to take you back to his place so he could play you something. The cold night air turns into chills slithering down your spine as you watch him pull his rusty motorcycle off the road to a non-distinct farmland, and his honeyed whisper in your ear promising that he "knows a spot" sounds less like a good prospect and more like finding yourself in 10 separate bags by the dawn. For now, you get comfortable as your back meets a cushy haystack and your vis-a-vis shuffles closer to you, trying to squeeze against and under your body so you're practically in his lap. Did he always have a violin with him?

You watch his adam's apple move in sync with his hearty laughter as he throws his head back, his warm fingers sliding up your thighs, a tender gesture coming to a sharp end as his claws dig into the flesh around the ridges of your ilium. You suppose it's the blinding white pain that illuminates your dark corner of the hayloft when the bow touches the strings, but as you open your eyes after wincing your vision is captured by the way his fiery fingers operate the violin, the whole left side of his face drowning in golden light. In your enchanted state you almost wish to be it - right until the moment his other set of arms digs deeper under the warm safety of your clothes.

Your ears work slower than your eyes, and the sound of him calling you a galore of Italian diminutives gets drowned in the melody he plays, your thoughts follow the notes as the man dives to pin you against the fragrant haystack. "Tesoro" as he presses his foxy smile against your neck, sharp teeth sliding along your vein in a silent threat until he decides to grace your nerve endings with an open-mouthed kiss that starts under your ear and wraps around your jawline towards your throat, where he bites. "Cara mia" as the bow rips the song off the strained strings, and the sound drips down your legs that now hug the musician's waist, licking your shaking body, laying thick in the bottom of your belly and the back of your clouded mind. “Amore” as the fabric of your skin-tight top is peeled off your body, the violinist catching the galloping goosebumps in his warm hands, his hot breath snaking its way down your sternum giving you enough heat to not even shiver against the cold night air. "Dolcezza" as he uses both of his real hands to rip apart your underwear.

Deep in the sensory overload you barely register the “ding” of his belt buckles sliding against each other as his nimble fingers work his jeans open. You are, despite everything, painfully aware of his cock easily reaching all the way up to your navel when he lays himself against your body, clearly showing off. His hips buck expectantly, waiting for your eyes to dart upwards to meet his gaze, see how he licks his lips that stretch in an impossibly wide smile, accentuated by his facial hair. He wants you to maintain eye contact as he positions his tip to slide effortlessly against your hole, lingering there to rub between your legs just to make you shiver, to let you feel the twitch of him against the most delicate parts of you. As a cold breeze licks your stomach, you can feel the trail of pre he left while withdrawing from you, and a pulsing vein wrapped around his shaft, his speeding heartbeat rubbing against your heat further confirms that he's been dreaming of this moment for quite some time. You gasp as he finally pushes in.

He makes sure to go slow enough for you to feel every detail of his shape, down to the texture of his skin as he presses his cock deeper into you. The ridge where his glans ends teases your opening just right, the spread open muscle at the entrance tightening while your body obediently wraps itself around his shaft. He gets impatient quickly, indulging your hole with a slow thrust that pulls him in over the halfway mark before he withdraws just to dive in the next moment, hips bucking faster than he can get a reign of himself. His rhythm is flawless, though, toned hips working perfectly to stuff you with a dick that massages your every spot, pulsing veins meeting nerve endings in engorged walls. His mouth is glued to your chest, teeth digging into soft flesh just to sharpen your senses without quite leaving a mark, wet kisses cut off by desperate gasps and Italian curses as his cock twitches inside of you, thick shaft buried to the hilt in smooth muscle. He counts your ribs with a light touch of slender fingers that would dig into the plush flesh of your thighs the very next moment if you didn't feel one of them slither downward along the curves of your torso, dipping past your navel and traveling further south until he can massage your sex, the pad of his thumb rubbing against the most perfect spot in the most perfect rhythm. You see stars when his hand falls in sync with his thrusts, you turn to mush when the frequency deliberately fluctuates to create a symphony on the strings of your nerve endings. A drop of sweat peels off his chest to fall onto yours, and you can swear it evaporated on contact. There's a tight knot where your bodies connect.

“Sing for me, bella.”

You feel too many hands snaking around your body, your blood freezes when smooth bone wraps around your wrists, a moment of hesitation more than enough to pin you down. You're in no place to fight, though, as the musician quickly maneuvers your lower half, palms hooked under your knees until they're pressed into soft hay just next to your shoulders. He thrusts triumphantly, hissing when he sinks impossibly deeper, just half a centimeter enough to knock a pathetic whimper out of your lungs. He bites his lip while he bullies your hole, a heated whisper of inaudible Italian words crawling inside of your mind as the violinist presses his lips against your ear is enough to nearly push you over the peak, a deliberate thrust that drags a thick vein against your soft spot finishing the job. Your body sucks him in as it raptures, a slew of noises from your swollen lips is music to his ears as his cock twitches hard before spilling, pressing thick cum against the muscle he was fucking into just now. There's enough seed for a drop of it to escape your body while his hips are still practically glued to your ass, more so as he withdraws just enough for you to relax, sore joints creaking almost audibly. He doesn't pull out, though, even as he settles against your chest, long brown hair falling onto your torso to cover the glisten of sweat on your skin. Even in the dark of night you can see his eyes, half-lidded and full of admiration as he nuzzles against you, love seeping from every pore of his body.

“Don't know what you were doing there at the bar, bella, but you deserve so much better. Stay away from hell-holes like that, promise? Do it because I love you.”

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜ with antonio pls!

Sorry this took so long, 'Bob' the demon wanted his turn lol

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: degradation, manipulation, self-doubt

You make violins, a simple luthier, or try to make them. Your father made violins, so did his father, and his father's father, etc, as they say. You love violins! You do not want to only repair or make them, you want to play them like those you see entering the shop. The most prestigious violinist came here to both shop and order repairs, your great-grandfather worked with the Royal Family— Specifically a princess who was obsessed with musicians. Though the Royal Family’s reputation declined and the princess turned queen was later executed by her people in response to her tyrannical cruelty, the shop was not affected.

In fact, your great-grandfather said after finding a dull and irreparable violin, things were looking up for the business. A lucky charm he called it.

They say the violin was a gift to a lover the princess had locked away, they say she grew jealous of the lover's audience, and like a caged bird, she kept him. Only death freed him though the princess had released him when she had to marry one of her suitors. The violinist left one belonging: this damaged violin.

Some say it is cursed, others believe it symbolizes how broken he was after years of captivity and abuse from the obsessive princess.

You think it just needs a different touch! Stories are stories, like how supposedly there is a violin touched by the devil! How the souls of those who both play and listen to its notes all become trapped within.

Sounds like someone heard a Stradivarius violin and decided to make up some fantastical story.

The family heirloom is yours, a test your father gave you. If you can both fix it and play it, he will get you a tutor for violin. Both craftsmanship and violinist skills are being tested.

So far, the violin looks like a Stradivari violin, heavily worn and has only two strings. When you touch it, there is this urgent need to play but you figure that is your enthusiastic want to prove your father wrong.

Some days while working on it, you talk to the violin. Weird? Maybe but you like talking out your hopes for the violins you repair.

Sometimes… When you have not slept well or not at all, you hear a reply. Soft, like the caress of a whisper, as if the voice is unsure you have heard it. You think it is your imagination, the lack of sleep making you delirious, yet you are so focused on proving yourself… The violin is slowly coming together with each day you give it the attention and love it has been denied for so long.

Love. The violin whispers through the notes as you tune it with new strings. Love, is that what you believe this will give you? The love your family lacked to give you, do you seek it out by performing? You stop, hands shaking then covering your face as something hurts in your chest.

“I can grant your wish,” A sweet, smooth, man's voice with an Italian accent, “Finish the violin. Play me. You will make music.”

It plagues you, infects you, and soon you are completely entangled by the tendrils of the demon within the violin.

You are nothing without him, the demon chipping at your resolve— If you want to play as beautifully as you did the night proving yourself to the family of your “skill” then you accept him. He made sure you knew how hopeless you were at playing the violin. Laughing in the shadows when you try playing another violin, you are worse than a novice.

All your studying felt like a waste of time, the sly remarks about your lack of musical talent and skill haunting you, your family's mocking laughter when you would mess up during your self practices… The demon promises to make it all go away…

The cost is your morals, you need to only capture the souls of those you perform for— Not all of course, the demon has to remain hidden and you are safe to play his violin.

“Little mortal,” Grinning as he hovers above you, “Trying so hard to satisfy me while keeping to your moral code.” You turn your head to the side as he licks from your jawline up to the shell of your ear.

Yes, you only take the souls of those you quickly have to label worthy of Hell. You are the Judge and Executioner in a single night, each performance hurts as your dream is tainted.

Tainted as you are by the way the demon yearns for more than souls.

The face he wears is of a man named Antonio Paganini, a legend and one of many violinists you admire. The creature told you it liked him, liked the suffering and grief— The vices are its favorite, a flawed man who indulged to forget the horrors if only for a moment.

You are the same— The lack of vices is disappointing— The pain you endure because your family, though create amazing violins, will never accept a musician in their family. They did not hold back in telling you the reality of the field, only the rich and lucky can be a musician… Guess you got lucky.

“Mine,” You grip the bedsheets as the demon plays with its food, “You will be another favorite. Body and soul, I will keep you to myself.”

The demon is cruel to have you lay upon a fine bed in a hotel in Italy, to be here by your side pretending to be your husband supporting his traveling beautiful violinist. You cover your face with both arms as he laughs with joy as he has you in this bed wearing nothing, you are facing another price for this talent you will never naturally have. Flesh, his favorite vice is lust. Sex with you pleases him though you found many ways to delay the inevitable.

The devil is a patient monster, he waited until there was no way for you to escape.

“Be done with it already…” You refuse to show your face and embarrassment.

“Shh, can one not enjoy the view?” The view is how the moonlight highlights your body, the way your body is shaped and blank like a canvas begging for his brush. “It has been far too long since I fucked someone. Delightfully one so pretty.” His eyes you dare not look into in fear of what you will find, you swallow down your whine as your body betrays the heart and mind.

“Fear not, I care for my pets well.” His large thin hands explore what he craved for so long, fork tongue licking his lips as he parts your bent legs.

A pet, you hate how real that is. A pet trained to sit, fetch, and roll over for the ability to play the way you struggle to reach. You never were expecting to become a legend, you only wanted to be able to simply play.

Your arms are pinned down after he prepared your hole well and have you now crying. Crying from your inner turmoil, from the demon's cock deep and hot within you, for the misery you inflicted on those souls trapped within the violin.

Those tears kissed away, words whispered in your ear to praise his pretty pet, he is horrible for being gentle. Bliss by the hands of a creature most foul. Oblivion will give you no peace when your mortal life comes to an end, the demon will toy with you still as he does with Antonio. You refuse his kisses, you tell him he has enough already, fine. He accepts your small rebellion though he needs only wait until you submit your first kiss to him.

Everything you are belongs to it, belongs to the Inferno Sonata, your soul will be special to him as he is a sentimental demon as only one has

[epelletea]

Reacting to you getting hurt during mid kite A/n: i know this is completely out of the blue but these headcanons are old and i have to feed yall something so enjoy the few idv fans in the chat.

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

🎻Antonio🎻

You we’re the last person to get chased now. All of your other teammates have left through the gate. You were getting chased by this mad violinist. Doing your best dodging every music note that was thrown towards you. You were already one hit from being knocked down not like it matter because Antonio still had detention. You were desperately looking for a dungeon, just then you see it. The wonderful beautiful red dungeon right in front of you open and ready for you to jump in.

Before you could even triumph, you were knocked down from behind making you tumble quite a bit and into a wall. Ouch…luckily you didn’t crack your back but wow that really hurt. “Oh my, perhaps I went a little too far. My apologies. Are you alright?” You hear come from a worried Antonio. He’d pick you up and gently place you to the dungeon letting you go. After the match, he come to the survivor hall to check in on you feeling guilty. For the next few matches you have with him for a while he’s mainly been very gentle with you have spared you.

🌂 Wu Chang 🌂

So you were the first one he found and the chase was on. Note this you're a decoder and your kiting isn’t that good. But by damn you’re gonna try your best to get away as you kept signaling your teammates to come help you. The twin chasing you this time is Xie! Xie is the much calmer twin but you still got to be careful. Just with that thought you were hit in the back by his umbrella. One more hit and it’s over for you. You checked to see if your kiting even made any progress. Your teammates haven’t even finished a single cipher yet. Well fuck. You were transitioning to another side where a pallet was already placed down. You took the chance to vault only to trip and fall over the pallet faced first into the ground. Face? Scratched. Nose? Bleeding. On cue you saw an umbrella zip in front of you revealing Fan coming out from the ooze for the umbrella. He realizes your injuries and basically surrenders. He did not have the heart to knock you down like that. If anything he probably carried you to the doctor. However once the match ends. He does come over and check up on you to see if you are okay before berating you to be more careful in matches even if he is chasing you. ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

[turbulentscrawl]

Most to Least "how often they say I love you" please! Can you include Ithaqua and Antonio in it? I don't care who else, surprise me!

Yup yup yup!

MOST 🔻

Emma says it regularly throughout conversation, and with most hellos and goodbyes. For some people, it might be too much, but she means it every time.

Ithaqua says it several times whenever either of you has to go, to kiss up when you’re upset with him, and as part of his case whenever he wants to convince you not to do something.

Victor signs off every letter to you, big or small, with some form of it. He says it less verbally, but always during meaningful moments.

Eli doesn’t want to go overboard and says it just a little above average. He’s a bit of a romantic and has a very good sense for when are the best times to lay it on you. It’s very sweet!

Antonio probably sets the standard for this, honestly. Once a day is his average, but he also says it whenever he’s exasperated with you. (Both as a reminder to himself to be patient, and as a signal for you to ease up on him.)

Aesop is also pretty average, though it sounds choked about half the time. He finds it a little embarrassing to say it, but since he knows it’s an important part to romantic relationships, he forces himself to say it more than is natural for him. But don’t feel bad, you’re worth the discomfort.

Naib is a little scared to. “I love you” makes it real, and real hurts even more if something happens to you. That said, he knows he can’t let his fear rule over an important aspect of the relationship like that. He takes longer than most to say it for the first time, but after that says it reasonably often, like once every few days. He always says it before one of you enters a match, too.

Kevin is perhaps a bit shocking because he is such a flirt. He just busies his mouth with so many other compliments that “I love you” doesn’t get to slip out as much. If you ever mention that it’s been a while since he’s said it, he starts tripping over himself to shower you with it.

Norton just forgets a lot of the time. Actions speak louder than words, as far as he’s concerned, so telling you verbally isn’t something that crosses his mind. He will get better with time if you communicate that it’s an issue for you.

Joseph thinks you’re just supposed to know, honestly. He says it only in private, deeply meaningful moments and nothing more than that. He doesn’t really care if it’s an issue that he says it so sparingly…unless you cry. Then he might care a little.

LEAST 🔺

[inferencesarchives]

`•- Rest Your Head

antonio paganini x gn reader

prompt: free space

warnings: physical touch, not proofread (yet), this is so rushed im sorry :,,)) might rewrite it later

a/n: i have literally been wanting to write for antonio for almost 2 months but i had so much requests to finish. i still have some requests but i wanna focus on the event and i am unbelievably happy that i finally get to write about him oml

"What are you doing out of bed?"

You jumped slightly as Antonio suddenly came up behind you, speaking softly as he places a warm blanket around your shoulders. He sighs quietly and hugs you from behind. "You're sick, you should be resting..."

You gently nudged him and shook your head, looking over at him with a slightly tired expression, though you try your best not to show it. You shrug. "I just wanted a snack."

He huffs and tightens his hold around you ever so slightly. "If you were hungry, you could've just told me, you know. I'll get something for you; You need to focus on getting enough rest. Let's get you back to bed." Carefully, he picks you up, carrying you back to your shared bedroom with ease. He gently sets you down on the soft mattress, covering you with the rest of the blankets in order to keep you warm and comfortable. He presses a light kiss to your forehead.

"Give me just a moment, I'll get some food for you. If there's anything else you need, let me know. You know I'd never hesitate if it means making you more comfortable." He exits the room for a few minutes before returning with a small tray of food. The aroma of fresh soup wafts into your nose as he carefully places the tray in front of you.

"I could've gotten it myself, you know... I just have a cold, it's nothing serious." You grumble, but you still pick up the spoon and begin eating the soup despite the complaints. He quietly sighs and sits down on a chair next to your bed with a small, worried frown. "You keep telling me that... I just want you to focus on resting, alright? I'll take care of everything for you. You need to focus on getting better." He places a hand on your forehead for a few moments, making sure you don't have a fever. When he feels nothing out of the ordinary, he gently pats your head and slowly returns his hand to his lap. "Just... Let me know if there's anything you need, alright? I want you to recover as quickly as possible."

"I know, I know. I just don't like being sick, is all..." You shrug as you swallow several more spoonfuls of soup. He flashes a small smile, chuckling quietly at your words. He shakes his head as he speaks in a gentle tone, "No one does, my dear, but if you just let me take care of you rather than being stubborn and getting out of bed every 25 minutes, then you'll start recovering faster. Now, rest up, alright? Let me handle everything else. I don't want you to remain ill for longer than you have to."

Playfully, you roll your eyes with a small grin, accepting your defeat. You scoop the last few spoonfuls of soup into your mouth, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before taking the empty bowl from you and moving to stand. "Fine, fine. I won't be stubborn and push myself, okay? You happy?" You banter a bit, and he nods and chuckles at your playfulness. As he walks to the door, he smiles as he flicks off the light. Just before he leaves, though, he whispers.

"Get some sleep now, darling, you need it if you don't want to be sick any longer. Rest your head, you deserve it."

a/n: im probably gonna refine this later but i just wanted to go ahead and get this out cuz im super behind on the event :,) i love antonio

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!

[hornsent-consort]

I just read the Antonio found family fic and him being a wine mom is quite real!!! Found family Antonio with reader who is quite literally in love with the beach. Like they know how to surf and everything. For some reason they smell like the salt water and the beach when there’s no beach in the manor??

Found family! Antonio x GN! reader who loves the beach

Warnings: there is no beach (unless you count lakeside village), short, alcohol, Antonio can’t swim, even if he could he still couldn’t since he’s a corpse, was this proof read? We’ll never know.

🐚 Antonio has never been to a beach. Since his youth, he’s been too absorbed with his studies of the violin to even consider going to the beach. This also means he cannot swim.

🐚 with this being said, he cannot swim with you if you ever decide to take a trip to lakeside village. He will be there with you of course, but from the safety of the dry land.

🐚 you smelling constantly like salt water is a bit of a problem. He himself already has a very strong odor of wine, sweat and shame, so when you’re near him, all the other inhabitants of the manor stay far away from the both of you.

🐚 you knowing how to surf was impressive to the others at first, but considering there’s no real beach to surf, you rely on repeating that fact too the point where some people don’t know if you’re playing around or not.

🐚 that being said, Antonio knows that you do indeed know how to surf, but he will pick on you about it and pretend that you’re not being truthful.

🐚 he lives to rile you up, but since this is something you’re truly passionate about, he will lay off if you express that you don’t appreciate his antics.

🐚 if only you two had met when he was human. Maybe you could have shown him what the beach was all about. Unfortunately for him, he died before he could ever see one truly in person. He appreciates the photos of the seaside that you share with him though.

A/N: I am so sorry that I took so long but it’s so short. I have this really deep hatred/phobia for the beach, so I had to consult beach professionals (my oomfs) to help me💔 I hope you still enjoyed this regardless!

[idvlovers]

Little Things of Love - Melly, Aesop, Luca, Antonio, and Andrew

Hi! I’m just doing this do indulge in my love of idv so, if anything is OOC, you can tell me but please don’t be rude haha. :)

Melly

Melly loves someone who loves her for who she is, not her beauty. Someone who loves her interest in entomology, even if they don’t understand.

Outside in the manor’s garden laid two lovers on a picnic blanket. A checkered blanket laying beneath them with small finger-sized sandwiches laying on small plates. A picnic basket laid beside the girl, whom was gushing about bees. The girl hadn’t been looking at her spouse during her ramble, just aimlessly looking ahead.

After a moment, the woman paused and focused on her spouse. Her spouse had already been staring at her, smiling, with a look of pure adoration and focus on their face. Melly herself knew that they didn’t know all that much about entomology yet they still listened to her ramble. Although you could not see her eyes, you could see Melly’s mouth curl into a small, warm, smile. Melly lightly grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek, “Thank you,” Melly whispered.

Confused, your eyebrows crinkled, “hm?”

“For listening.” Melly smiled while covering you in kisses. Her red lipstick left imprints all along your face while you sat there, stunned.

Aesop

Someone who’s a talker, who can carry the conversation. Someone who is fine with his aloof attitude and accepts him for who he is (and, his weird obsession with death).

Aesop’s room who in the past was quiet. You could hear a pen drop and could here the footsteps of whomever walking the corridor. Yet, that silence is now rare. Usually, a voice could be heard from the door. It’s be gushing and rambling about whatever came to mind.

You’d think that the owner, Aesop Carl, would be annoying at the newfound loudness in his room. Yet, that was not the case. He’d listen adamantly about whatever topic was on your mind. His eyes would soften, looking at your happy face. Aesop wouldn’t just stare out in space while talking to you, how could he! Aesop, to show you how much he’s listening, sometimes makes an occasional comment or question on whatever topic being discussed.

“So,” the grey haired man said looking at you, “it started all because some guy found.. a notebook that could kill whomever he wanted?”

“Well, yeah.” When he said it like that, it makes your 20 min explanation utterly useless. But, whatever. He listens and, truly, that’s all that matters. You smile at the man, lightly grasping his hand, “I love you, Aesop.”

Luca

Your mere presence means a lot to Luca. Whether you’re drawing, writing, sleeping, or watching something, as long as your with him, he’s satisfied.

As an inventor at heart, Luca spent many days working on numerous inventions. Unfortunately, due to his fixation on them, he’ll spend hours just working. Which causes his health to deteriorate over time. Of course, there’s someone who always makes sure he’s healthy. Though, Luca would never let you stay up with him while working on his inventions. No matter how much you persist, he’ll never approve of your health deteriorating over time because of him. After all, he can’t loose you too.

Luca leaned back in his chair, it was late at night, he finally finished his latest invention. It was a gadget for, his beloved, you. Something that’d help you throughout the hellish matches survivors were forced to endure. A smile was fastened on Luca’s face and was ready to present the gadget to you. But, when he got up and turned around, you were asleep. A small chuckle escaped Luca’s mouth. Silently, Luca put the gadget on the beside table closer to you and layed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling, and pulled you closer to him. His arms tightened around you, as if he were afraid that you’d disappear in the night. Yet, he knew you would never go. Luca kissed the top of your forehead, before drifting off to sleep himself.

Antonio:

A free spirit is what he thinks of you. Untainted of the world of aristocrats and untainted of their obsession. A joy to be around, whether you see our or not, is what he thinks whenever with you.

Perhaps, he did not deserve you. He watched you with other survivors, during his friendly match with Michiko (As, it was much easier to convince her to be friendly compared to the other hunters). You laugh while joking alongside Emma and Norton, Norton had likely said something funny. He watched as Michiko joyously danced with all the survivors. A silent tint of jealousy was evident. To be looked upon fondly without obsession and to be liked for who you are. It’s something that Antonio knew you thought of him as, but not the vast majority.

Yet, as he watched you run over to him and clasp his hand, he’s filled with everlasting joy. Antonio silently played the piano, with you beside him, but occasionally you could the man chuckle over his violin. If he knew you all those years ago, before he made the contract with that demon, Antonio one and only desire would be that you both would never part. Yet, he knew it would happen eventually. He’d watch as you’d age and he’d watch you die. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter in the moment. In the moment, he was happy. And, truly, that’s all that mattered to him.

Andrew:

A place of solace and happiness is how he feels, whenever with you.

Used to the solace of being alone, it was a surprise that he now found solace in you. At first, he was worried. After the death of his mother, he wasn’t used to human interaction. However, over time, it became better.

It was silent in your room. Andrew was laying on your bed, waiting for you to come back from your match. Little trinkets were sprinkled around your room some sat their intended places, some of the floor, and some scattered all around your room. Andrew picked up one of them, holding it in his fingers. A smile reached the man’s face as he remembered you. It was a trinket you use a lot but, for some reason, you didn’t wear it today.

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Andrew’s story is lowkey ass but sorry haha. Thanks for reading :)

[oletus-writer]

I hope your request aren’t too packed but may I perhaps request Antonio with a reader who’s somewhat reserved like not in any bad way they just tend to keep to themselves a bit whether that be during activities or just with physical touch.

Haha, my requests are quite packed recently, so sorry for the wait.

Antonio x reserved reader

Warnings: none

He’s a bit of an ambivert, so he understands when you don’t want to talk to people, but will also challenge you to talk a bit more and for you to put yourself out there, as he doesn’t think being alone all the time is good for you. However, when he sees that you’re perfectly fine keeping you to yourself, he won’t push you as much.

‘Want to come outside with me and enjoy the air? Mary is having her tea party now, if you want to join. Or not. We could steal some cakes without contributing to the conversation - you know, I always think of tea parties to be rather bland, with nothing to talk about.’

He is still a gentleman, and will ask you if you’re alright with touching, and is chill if you’re not alright with not intimate forms of touch, and is happy to take it slow. Sure, there is a part of him that wants to wrap you up in his hair and smother you in kisses, but he will hold back, just for you.

‘Hey, tesoro, how are you feeling? Could I give you a hug? Aww, thank you. You’re so lovely and warm.’

Instead of expressing his affections through physical touch, he might write a few amateur poems and give you small gifts, such as matching necklaces or perhaps, if you’re into it, matching tattoos. While he can’t put an arm around your shoulders to tell everyone you’re his, he’ll make sure they know you’re taken.