#Idv fluff

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Hi! I'm relatively new on here and wanted to ask for a gn reader x Naib and Ganji (separately) comforting the reader after seeing them with eye bags from excessive crying and absolutely dead inside look. My apologies if it's too much, saw that the requests are open and decided to shoot my shot🙏🏻 Thank you very much either way!

WIPE YOUR TEARS, DOLL.

( mercenary & batter ) + gn!reader

˚୨🌌୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader has a “dead” look + feels undeserving of love , implied that reader may be a bit depressed , l/n = last name , probably a tad bit ooc , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so much that it could fill this entire manor and there still wouldn’t be enough room.

You’d blame it on the recent… position you’ve found yourself in, but can’t recall if it’s because of where you’re stuck or if you’ve just been like this ever since.

꒰wc꒱ 1.1k

✦— THE MERCENARY ; NAIB SUBEDAR

Naib is initially suspicious, taking note of the (more or so) deceased-looking appearance you’ve been wearing recently, alongside the ever-growing eye bags that only continue to darken as the nights go on. It’s a strange sight indeed, but one he quickly dismisses as a “lack of sleep” type thing.

↳ it doesn’t help that you fall right into the trope as well. Naib watches as you stumble and trip over your feet during games, zone out during pre-match, and just so happens to find your sleeping form anywhere he looks. He lets out a sigh, (gently) picks up your limp body, and brings you back to his humble abode. The Mercenary is so preoccupied with getting you back to his room that he fails to notice your light sniffling and the dried tears near the corners of your eyes.

Okay, this has been going on for far too long now and isn’t something that he can let slide by anymore. So that’s how it started, hand in hand, cause he knew that something was amidst. Truthfully, maybe being blunt wasn’t the exact way to go, but he needed to coax you out somehow. What he didn’t expect (which you can’t exactly blame him for) was for you to break out into tears the moment you tried to speak about it.

↳ he has to admit, you completely caught him off guard the moment you threw yourself into his arms, tears staining his green jacket. He takes a second to adjust, but the moment he does, he’s raking his fingers through your hair and rocking the two of you back and forth. [just the way his mother used to when he would wake up from nightmares.]

When you eventually calm down, his hands find solace on your shoulders, pleading for you to enlighten him on just how the hell you’ve been feeling lately. He takes a thumb to your face to wipe away the stray tears while you clean the snot from your nose. He won’t tell you, but he’s slightly hurt that you never came to talk to him about this, especially as he sees that it’s affecting you badly.

You cave in his hands as you explain to him that your nights are only filled with staining your pillows with your tears. The little sleep you get comes from your tiredness knocking you out. It’s devastating to hear your pain and suffering, and all Naib can do is listen and hold your hand.

The Mercenary can only sigh before bringing you in for a hug once more, placing soft, gentle kisses on the top of your head. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you, but you feel a few cold droplets of water hit your shoulder. His first words are an incoherent mess before you can finally make out something.

“[name] [l/n], I am your lover. You are my everything. Please, the next time you feel this way know that you are more than capable of coming to me for help.”

↳ He loves you so much that seeing you in this mental state puts him in pain as well. You’re the first to break down his walls in ages, the last one being his friends from the war. The Mercenary can’t risk losing you too.

From that moment forward, you find yourself coming to Naib’s dorm room more often than not, accompanied by your teary eyes and sleep-deprived body. He holds you close as he gently massages the top of your head, making sure you fall asleep first.

Slowly but surely, he watches as your old self emerges all over again. The dark bags under your eyes dissipate while your energy returns to your once-withered body. The Mercenary keeps a close eye on you from there on out, making sure that you never fall down that rabbit hole again. But, if you were to spiral out once more, know that Naib will do everything in his power to break you free.

✦— THE BATTER ; GANJI GUPTA

Ganji holds a slight bit of overprotectiveness towards you, especially when the two of you make it official. That’s why he beats himself over the fact that he didn’t put more thought into just why you might have those dark circles hidden underneath your eyes.

               ↳ Your eyes are constantly watery. Your nose, almost nonstop running. You look as if you're about to sob out a tsunami at this rate. You say it’s just your allergies. The pollen outside plus Victor's dog make for a deadly concoction against your senses. At first, his brain reasons with himself, stating that it's a valid reason. But he’s been with you for so long that his heart argues against itself and before you know it, he catches you red-handed.

Your dorm room door is unlocked, a bad habit of yours that Ganji may or may not have scolded you over before. Something about safety and privacy and blah blah blah. The door will be your downfall, but one that will reveal a much-needed truth.

↳ He finds your face stuffed into your pillow, tear stains decorating your cheeks with a light pink hue. You’ve tired yourself and fell asleep ages ago, sleep you so desperately needed. The Batter decides to make room for himself on the bed as well, resting your head on his lap. That way, the two of you can talk this out when you wake up.

You wake up in his lap, unaware of the truth he’s just uncovered. As the Batter rubs his thumb over your stained cheeks, you instantly realize that, oh, he knows now. You can’t stop the small tears that start to flow once again, but Ganji is quick to help wipe them away, planting a small kiss on your cheek.

“Love, you need to reach out for help when this kind of stuff happens, especially if it only continues. Please, don’t feel as if you’d only be a burden. Anyone who feels or thinks that can go kick it.”

There are nights when the loneliness of your bed becomes too much too bare, and you make the trek to seek out comfort from your already asleep boyfriend. Little do you know, he’s already awake and ready for you with a cup of sleepy tea. [Thank you, Emily.] The two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand.

Your next matches are wins as he watches the spark return to your eyes once more. Still, he keeps a few packets of that tea near his nightstand. That way, if you ever needed to fall back asleep, all it would take is one tea bag.

note: BYE this got rushed a bit in Ganji’s part I’m so sorry, I wanted to do him justice but my ass needed to pass tr out RN…anyways enjoy fishies 🫵😚

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[teabreakpancakes]

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

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

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

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

Genre: Fluff

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

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

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

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

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

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

wujiu makes his voice softer and more quiet with you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

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 .

[ithaquakisser]

I would love to see hcs of cuddling with ithaqua he just looks so cuddly firjiehrtjeishhs

— Cuddling with Ithaqua!

Synopsis; How is it like to cuddle with Ithaqua?

CW; N/A

WC; ≈576

Note; You're so right, Ithaqua does look so cuddly 😭 Thank you for requesting! 🫶 I enjoyed writing this very much! The thought of cuddling Ithaqua at dusk really warms my heart. 🥹💕

♡ Ithaqua isn’t very used to touch, especially romantic touch for that matter. It took him some time to get used to the brush of your hand against his, your arms enveloped around him, and your soft lips pressed against his. He melted like snow on a spring’s day when you first kissed him, his face flushed a deep shade of crimson. Despite his unfamiliarity with such, it doesn’t necessarily mean he did not like it when you caressed him. However, it never ceased to catch him off-guard in the beginning.

♡ When it comes to cuddling Ithaqua, he is rarely the one to initiate it. In general, it’s an uncommon occurrence for him to initiate any form of physical affection at the start. It’s not that he doesn’t want to though! He’s just admittedly too shy to do so. Therefore often at times, you find yourself taking matters into your own hands. Taking him into a warm embrace, holding his hands in yours, caressing his cheek. He always finds himself leaning into your touch each time. He admires your touch and adores being in your arms every night.

♡ His hands are practically always cold, but he enjoys it when you take them into your warm ones while he rests his head on your shoulder. After a harsh day of rough matches, Ithaqua always finds himself collapsing into your arms with a sigh. He loved resting his head on your lap whilst you ran a hand through his platinum waves, twirling a strand of his locks in between your fingers as he spoke of his day. Most of the time, words do not need to be spoken, just being in your presence and your embrace is enough for him.

♡ Once he gets used to the concept of touch is when he’d enfold you in his arms and rest his chin lightly atop your head. The aromatic scent of pinewood and clove would fill your senses when he’d swaddle you under his fur cloak. Sometimes he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you. He’d hold you ever so tightly as if at any moment, the world was going to take you away from him. He’d sneak kisses here and there alongside your neck, accompanied by a few butterfly kisses that’d tickle against your skin.

♡ When the two of you lay side by side, he prefers to be facing you to look at your lovely face. He enjoys intertwining his hand with yours as his hair drapes over his pale cheeks. Never one to take the first initiative, you’d find yourself snuggling against his chest before he finally decides to take you into his arms. His face would heat up when you’d envelop your arms around his waist. Feel rather vulnerable now that you have him under your grasp, where you can look at his flustered face with a smile and caress him under the moonlight.

♡ His heart beats loudly for you as if you were the hunter and he, the survivor. Over time, your touch becomes intoxicating and he’d lean into you every time. He’d wait for you at the end of the day, to either lay beside you or atop your chest. His touch is mild and gentle, he’d melt into you as if he wished to become one. If you fall asleep before him, he’d lean close to you and rest his forehead against yours, a hand tenderly stroking your warm cheek.

[weeping-statue]

Me and that one guy that’s not real (I’ll be the knight if I have too.)

[sinisteryanderescribe]

Norton Campbell is the type of boyfriend who initially struggles to find peace at night. He lies on his side, his back turned to you, muscles tense and restless. The shadows in the room seem to mirror the turmoil in his mind, and you can sense the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. It takes time for him to unwind, the silence thick with the echoes of his past.

But as the night deepens, a shift begins. You feel him gradually relax, his breathing becoming steadier. He turns toward you, and you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes before he pulls you in by your waist, guiding you to rest against his chest. The warmth of his body envelops you, and there’s a sense of safety in the way he tugs you closer, as if he’s claiming the moment for both of you.

Once you’re nestled against him, he often lets his hand slide to your thigh, the weight of it grounding him. His fingers linger, tracing soft, deliberate patterns that send shivers up your spine. Sometimes, he’ll slip his hand under the hem of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin, igniting a gentle spark of intimacy. It’s a silent exchange, a way for him to connect with you deeply, feeling your warmth and letting go of the chaos outside.

As he buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, you can feel the tension in his body fade. He finds solace in your closeness, his breath warm against your neck, and you sense how much he craves this connection. Occasionally, he’ll shift slightly, urging you to lean deeper into him, his arm wrapping securely around your waist, pulling you even closer. It’s possessive yet tender, a protective embrace that makes you feel cherished.

When nightmares stir him from sleep, his body tenses again, but your presence acts as an anchor. He instinctively pulls you closer, his hand tightening on your thigh, fingers digging in just enough to convey his need for comfort. In those moments, you whisper soothing words, and he leans into your voice, drawing strength from your closeness. Your heartbeat becomes a steady rhythm that calms the storm inside him.

Eventually, he relaxes again, his breath evening out as he drapes his arm protectively around you. In those quiet hours, you’ve created a cocoon of safety where he can finally surrender his burdens, if only for a little while. Being wrapped in his embrace, you know that even through the shadows of his past, he finds light in your presence, a quiet intimacy that binds you both in a world that often feels chaotic.

[mitschki]

boyfriend ganji gupta headcanons

ganji gupta strikes me as the type of person that will require a great deal of patience to build a connection with. he has been through a heavy path and may come outward harsh to anyone, but it’s no secret that he longs for someone to understand him.

even after rough matches, it is to be expected that ganji gupta yearns to be around you. he loves to give and receive words of affirmation, although it may take time for ganji to become comfortable with physical touch.

while he would not push you away if you attempt to initiate first, but would rather be extremely awkward with the situation.

but not too long in your relationship, ganji gupta would find himself next to you during late nights beneath the covers, quietly weeping in the crook of your neck as he shares how much he misses his home in India.

ganji gupta would be soothed by your sole words of comfort, your gentle touch, anything that he receives from you. in the end, he would prep soft kisses on your jaw, expressing his gratitude for your presence in his lonely life.

“you’re an angel. my lovely girl, i love you so much. i am thankful for having you in my life.”

ganji gupta who would hold you tight but never to the point of causing you discomfort. despite his strength as an athlete, he would be utterly gentle around you.

ganji gupta who would often silently gaze at you in the manor’s garden, admiring the way you delicately hold a flower between your fingers with a smile.

ganji gupta who would obliviously smile at the scene, clearly softened by how you have managed to lighten his problems.

“oh. do i have something on my face?”

“no, no.. you look so beautiful.”

can you tell i was sobbing while listening to mitski when i wrote this.. i wish nothing more than for this man to be treated well.

[sea-of-dust]

Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader

Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom

N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"

As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.

Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.

A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did

He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over

He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.

He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice

He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva

The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while

He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"

Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying

He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though

That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that

He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.

It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"

He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.

He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.

So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed

You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination

Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"

Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is

He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter

He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer

He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often

You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in

You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece

He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"

Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"

He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!

He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"

Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!

You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero

Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"

She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days

She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"

Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"

She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry

She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.

If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"

You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"

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IDV SURVIVORS

Characters: Lucas Balsa, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell and Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: s/o who give an insect in their hands.

a/n: My first time to write and show, have mercy to my writings please. it might have some grammar errors, my first language is french. The character might be ooc.

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⚡LUCAS BALSA⚡

I think Lucas will be so happy if you want to show somethings that you find. If you tell him to open one hand to put your discovery, he will oblige to do so. At first Lucas will have a beautiful smile until he see what it is, his smile disapear and will take few second to look at the insect. Lucas will scream while throwing the bug somewhere. he might cry a little bit, and he will ask why did you pick that thing, only to learn that you like find and grab insects. Lucas is scars from this encounter, now he will always ask you what you have in you're hand before you give him.

🟢NAIB SUBEDAR🟢

Naib will ask what you have in your hand before you are close to him, only to be answer '' Something beautiful ! Open one of your hand '' he will sigh and open his hand only to feel something crawling in his hand. Naib will have a tiny heart attack, he will look closer to the bug and tell you next time to find something more beautiful like a ladybug or one with cute feature. He will let the bug go softly on a leaf or on the ground. or eat it

🧲NORTON CAMPBELL🧲

Sorry for the bugs lovers for this one, Norton will have a face a bit scary until he see you coming on is direction, his face will ease a bit. Norton will look at your hand close in front of him, he will be unsure what to do at first until you say open one of his hand. Weird but alright, he will look at first then crush it in is hand, you scream a big NO but is to late. You will look at him with disbelief, look at his face and then at his hands, back it forth. If you are sad he will make it back for you, like maybe a time for both of you to chase some insect together, but it will surely just watch with a smile while you're so happy.

✨MIKE MORTON✨

I think Mike will not be scared by bugs like Lucas. when you run at his side with your hand in front of you, he will be so curious. You ask his hand, he will do it without asking. Mike will be amazed what you find, he will ask with so much energy where did you find this bug. Mike will follow you if you show the spot where the bug was discovered. I think he will like to spend time with you to find more.

a/n: there's a side in me say it's a bit funky, but oh well, i hope that you like what i write and so sorry again for the wrongs writing and bad grammar. I JUST REALISE !! I write the name of Luca wrong.

[levandright]

𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐃𝐔𝐎 ; what's a sui?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. nishimura riki x fem!reader

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modern ganji rambles:3

just pure fluffiness !

i saw a tiktok a while ago where the person was laughing and said, "To the person who followed me, accidentally sent me a waving sticker, and blocked me; please come back."

this to me RADIATES ganji energy bc that mf is socially awkward in my eyes.

imagine seeing a cute person on ur socials and accidently interacting with them when you weren't ready(or finished stalking) and blocking them out of shame. that's so him coded to me.

it's so sweet, and personally, i love a good, awkward first interaction for a love story.

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Ganji sits quietly as william settles beside him, chuckling before turning the volume on his phone up and showing the man.

"Too the hot cricket player who viewed my page, followed me, accidently sent a sticker in my dms, and then blocked me; please come back. I wasn't done admiring your account."

his cheeks immediately warmed at the sight of the most gorgeous being giggling and eating a snack whilst talking. He's quick in reaching for his phone and clumsily trying to open it, shaky hands reopening the app and doing as they asked.

William only laughs harder beside him, a rough hand slapping his friends back before he heads out, wishing the man luck in talking to his future spouse.

ganji only grumbles in response to the teasing whilst opening the dms, sitting in silence for a bit before typing a simple "hey:)".

[fishermanshook]

ASK: Hi:) if you feel like it how do you think ganji norton and naib would react to reader saying they feel safe with them?

“TRUST IN ME!”

( batter , prospector & mercenary ) + gn!reader

occ , angst in naib & ganji’s part , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To fall in love is a risk not all are willing to take. Putting your heart on the line could result in rejection and heartache instead of love and happiness.

To fall in love in a place like this is out of the ordinary, but not exactly uncommon. And as you find yourself sinking more into your lovers embrace, you can’t help but whisper the words;

“I trust you.”

꒰wc꒱ 1.3k

✦— THE BATTER

You say it to him after a match where one reckless move could’ve killed you.

It’s night when the Batter, Ganji Gupta, holds you tight in his arms. Maybe a little too tight for your liking, but you did put him in a frightening situation earlier today. You recall shoving him out of the way in order to save him from a blow to your head. You don't remember much after that. Just blurry memories of being in Emily's office and then, returning to your room with Ganji.

“Ganji,” you sigh, clawing at his arms in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp, even if it’s just a little bit. “You’ve gotta loosen up a little bit, please. I’m really sorry I did that earlier, but you needed to get out…”

Ganji is quick to stop your rambling by holding you (somehow) even tighter than before. “[name], you got hit on the head with an axe. None the less, a Detention hit. If I—“ Ganji sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it fall from his mouth before speaking again. "If I hadn't used my last ball I don't think you would've struggled out in time. And I don't want to think about having to leave you behind because that was your last chair."

Immediately, Ganji stiffens and sits ups. he seems to have finally processed what just happened.

"[name]. you could've died. And for what?" Ganji repeats the question while shaking you by your shoulders, tears pricking at his eyes threating to fall.

You cup his face and put your forehead to his, allowing his to fulling chompreheand the choice you made during the last match.

"I understand it was stupid of me," You start, closing your eyes. "But I don't do things without reason."

The Batter quickly wipes away at his falling tears, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Then why did you do it? You said it yourself, it was a stupid choice."

"Yes, but I did it for you. I did it because I have put more trust into you than anyone else in this wretched manor. And I knew, that even if I didn't make it out during that last game, that you would still be okay. Surviving another match means surviving another day. And for you, I'd do that again."

"God," Ganji wipes at his nose. "I hope you don't."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR

You say it to him when you’re tired and vulnerable. when anything can happen.

It was early in the morning when the Prospector, Norton Campbell, snuck into your room to pry you awake from your slumber. With your bedroom key in hand (you gave it to him in case of an emergency), he tip toed into your room. He couldn’t help but silently laugh as he peered at your morning appearance. Hair a mess with a side of droll staining your pillow. Cute, but he can stare more later.

The Prospector is quick to shake you awake, pinning your arms to your side so you don’t land a hit on him in fear of being attacked. As he hovers above you, he explains that there’s something he wishes to show you.

“But Norton,” you whisper into his ear “the sun isn’t even up yet.” You hoped the darkness of your room could conceal the light blush on your face.

“Exactly why I want you to come with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.” Norton mumbled, pulling you out from under the covers. Sliding on a pair of shoes, you drag your achy body behind him and follow the Prospector outside the manor.

Fresh dew covered the grass outside, making it a bit wet and chillier than usual outside. Fortunately, Norton had came prepared. Set up outside was a big fluffy blanket with more than enough pillows to spare. Two mugs of coffee residing inside.

“Ever seen the sunrise?” Norton asks, already knowing the answer based off your shocked expression.

You shake your head no as the Prospector reaches to grab your hand and lead you towards the spot. It didn’t take long to get settled, and when you did, you found your head in the core of Norton’s lap.

“Oh? What’s this?” Norton teased “cold aren’t ya’?” You shiver in his arms as a response. Before grabbing his face with your hands. It’s a weird position, but Norton doesn’t mind. Instead he leans into your touch. A soft smile on his face.

“Have I ever told you how much I trust you?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“I’m not sure, have you?” Norton questions, brushing your hair to the side of your face.

“No, I’m being serious. Stuck in a place like this leaves everyone fending for themselves. But because I have you, I have someone to watch my back. I really appreciate that Norton. I trust you more than anyone else in this manor.”

Norton looks at you with sad eyes as he bends down to place a gentle kiss upon your forehead.

“I trust you more, doll.” He says as the sun starts to rise. Showering you in its warmth and light, a feeling he now resonates when it comes to you.

✦— THE MERCENARY

You say it to him during a particularly risky match where everything seems to be on the line.

There are time where a match can go inexplicably well, where everything goes absolutely perfect and you survive the game with all your limbs intact and the egotistical pride that comes with it.

Those aren’t all the time though, and when both sides are fighting it out until their last breath, it turns into a messy and an undoubtedly long match.

This seems to be one of them, and you’ve collected more than enough scars and bumps and bruises to prove it. You’re more than sure you’ll have to make a stop by Emily’s offfice, but now’s not the time to think about that. You must stay focus on your current task: stitching up Naib.

Sangria got him good this time as a long scar has taken shape on his back. Naib bites down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the whimpers of pain he feels. He thought he was better at this. Better at pretending he wasn’t hurting. You know him all too well though.

“m’ sorry, ‘m sorry I know it hurts. I promise I’ll be done in just a second.” You say in attempt to comfort and reassure him. All he does is nod his head and sucks in a breath of air in order to steady himself.

The Mercenary is off the second he feels you tighten the last of his bandages. You’re quick to jump onto a cipher machine as well to catch up on the progress that was lost.

—

This match has been nothing short of a living, breathing disaster.

You still can't shake the ear piercing scream Fiona let out as she was hit down again minutes later, and you won't forget the horrible cut that now runs across Naib's stomach. You’d stich it up but you don’t have the time for it. Not when Fiona needs rescuing.

“Naib, take over the last cipher. I have to go in.” You tell the Mercenary, racing past him. He stops you, grabbing—no, shaking you by the shoulders.

“No, please, [name] don’t go in there. It’s not worth it we can, we can get—“ he continues to trip over his words out of fear and desperation. “please [name], I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Naib, I promise I’ll be out soon. I trust you, I wouldn’t go in if I didn’t.” And that’s that. You place a quick kiss on his forehead before dashing off towards Fiona’s chair. You hear him scream your name out afterwards.

note: KILLS MYSELF THIS IS ACTUALLY TERRIBLE [crys]

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[teabreakpancakes]

omg okay so could you maybe write headcanons/a scenario for victor, naib, eli, and norton where the reader takes on a motherly role to the little girl? where she like adopts the reader as her mom! maybe a lil bit of robbie in there too if you want ^w^

The Traits Of A Mother Victor, Naib, Eli and Norton with a Motherly GN S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙

you handle kids so well, he thinks it's so charming

you're the entire package, you can even cook well !

it's funny because you, weirdly enough, fuss over the hunters as well

"Mr. Hastur! please stay for a while, you must be tired after your match, please have some of this stew that I made, I hope it's to your taste" you offered, pulling him by his sleeve towards the large couch made for hunters. The Eldritch god didn't dare oppose, knowing you only wished to aid him in feeling well. Though, he couldn't say the same for the survivors gawking at you, their faces said it all, 'You idiot! he can kill you with one swipe and you still decide to go near him?!?!'—admittedly, he found it odd as well, but it's not like you allowed any of them—yes, them to refuse.

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling: he just thought you were a parent figure to most people

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

he finds it endearing, yet amusing at the same time

you remind him of his mother when you fret over him and everyone else, except you're a version that came from heaven itself

he loves it when you cook for him

you cook a LOT for him, knowing his appetite

imagine seeing a survivor telling off a hunter because they didn't finish their food, rather bizarre don't you think? he won't say that out loud though

Naib stifled his laughter behind his closed fist, eyes fixated on the scene of you forcefully spoon-feeding Mary carrots. "I don't care if you were a high ranking noble previously or if you're older than me! that does not mean you are dismissed from eating vegetables just because you dislike them" you berated the hunter, handing her a cup of water. Mary hesitantly chewed the carrot, imaginary tears in the corners of her eyes as she fought the urge to throw up. "Don't worry, I'll give you your favourite dessert if you manage to finish your vegetables" you comforted, smiling at her.

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling: mf just didn't care much abt you until you began to dote on him as well

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

he thinks it's lovely !

he rlly wants a family with you :((

his brainrot is finally having one with you

eli often assists you in caring for the kids, especially robbie; the hunter is a bit cheeky and hard to handle, similar to other kids his age

"Eli! hand me a towel, Robbie is dripping water all over the carpet!" you hollered, running around frantically in search for "Memory", the other child that so graciously decided to join the little undead boy in playing in rain. Eli could only smile fondly as he wrapped the towel around the hunter, "They're losing their head again" he joked, drawing out amused giggles from the hunter. Eli guided towel-clad Robbie towards the bathroom, looking back once more to see you carrying a towel-covered "Memory".

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling—he "saw" you as his one and only

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

you're so sweet to kids and yet you nag him like his own mother

"¿Mi madre resucitó de entre los muertos?" (Did my mother rise from the dead?) Norton deadpanned, nearly regretting his decision of baiting the hunter away so his team would be able to open the exit gate. "You really need to be more careful, what if the dungeon hadn't been in the area—the hunter had detention for 50 more seconds!" you rebuked incessantly, Norton wished to tell you that he'd prefer to kite a hunter with detention just to hear you worry about him but he wished to be able to eat your cooking so he didn't proceed ^^;

he can't help but smile when he sees you take care of little girl or robbie

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling—he thought his mother sent you to him as her replacement

[stellari-s]

omg can you do ithaqua x a reader that acts like emu otori from wonderlands x showtime?

🌙

hi! gosh i know i’m really late with this as motivation with writing goes up and down. plus, i don’t really play project sekai, so i’m not completely familiar with emu otori, but i still tried to incorporate some of her personality and background into this too.

request; by @juicyydior and, requests are now open!

wc; 826.

tags; default! ithaqua x emu otori! gn! reader, (though reader may be kinda ooc for emu but i still tried my best to include some aspects i could glean from her still 🥲), written in ithaqua’s p.o.v., fluff, moon watching, snacking at night, could be taken as romantic or platonic i think.

summary; ithaqua gazes at the moon, hoping to be alone, but then ends up in the company of someone so full of hope in this manor, it’s almost blinding.

if there was one word to describe the emotions currently whirling in ithaqua’s mind after a certain match that had ended a few hours before, it would be annoyance.

annoyance at a certain someone: (y/n).

how could someone so bright and cheerful end up in a place like this? this dark and murky manor where the pungent scent of blood was everywhere in this murky air, making ithaqua miss his home ten times over.

“do you like gazing up at the moon?”

and speaking of the devil, that very voice from that match interrupted his thoughts, as he turned around to find a silhouette standing there, (e/c) eyes gleaming with glee.

if i entertain them a bit, maybe they’ll leave on their own?

“sometimes,” ithaqua replied, his voice curt.

“uwawa☆ i totally get that! hey hey, can i join you? looking at the moon makes me feel extra calm.” they beamed at ithaqua — it almost blinded him a little bit. realizing indulging in a conversation with them had the opposite effect than he intended, he let out a resigned sigh and directed his attention back at the moon.

it was a silent invitation for them, and fully aware of his silent words, (y/n) took a seat next to ithaqua with a “wonderhoy♪”

was that supposed to be slang? he hadn’t heard of it before, but his first impression was that it sounded quite silly.

for a few moments, there was just silence, but as if unable to take the silence any longer, ithaqua heard them speak. “do you want a snack?”

“…it depends on what kind of snack.”

“oh, there’s a whole bunch! just before i came i held a small show, and i received these snacks i can’t finish on my own. so let’s share!”

before ithaqua could offer any more input of his own, he glanced beside him to see them taking out a bunch of different snacks from the bag they had with them. he couldn’t help but feel a bit impressed by the sheer variety, and although he didn’t have much desire to see the said “small show” they mentioned putting up, he reckoned it must have been a good one. a good enough show to make others forget their worries, even if for a moment.

…it seemed (y/n) very good at dragging ithaqua along with their whims. he wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about that.

“i… don’t get it.” ithaqua started.

“hm?”

“why are you here? no, how are you here? i don’t get it.” ithaqua’s words were blunt and his tone may have been slightly cold, too, but his curiosity seeped in his voice anyway.

they didn’t hesitate to reply. their smile never faltered, and their eyes never wavered. they were like a calm sea with the sun peaking out just over the horizon — full of hope.

“my grandfather owned a theme park called phoenix wonderland,” they said, “and i don’t want to let that dream go; i want to make other people smile! because if they are happy, then i’m happy too☆”

hearing this, ithaqua couldn’t help but laugh. going through these matches, all these brutal battles, for a wish like that? it might not even be fulfilled.

“see, that’s it, you just laughed! wonderhoy! a smile suits you best.”

“i didn’t smile. i was just thinking how innocent of a dream you have.” (y/n)’s energy was contagious though; when ithaqua had wanted to be alone, his mind wandered to more gloomy thoughts in a darker world, but the more time he spent talking to the one now sitting beside him, the more his mind seemed to clear, as if a ray from the sun had shot straight through a stormy cloud.

it’s so innocent of a dream… i feel a little jealous.

“by the way,” ithaqua changed the subject in an attempt to recompose himself, “what does ‘wonderhoy’ mean?”

“wonderful! ♪” they replied, “when i’m about to put on the bestest show, i say ‘wonderhoy!’”

“interesting.” ithaqua wasn’t sure what else to say in that moment.

thankfully, (y/n) didn’t take his brief reply as disinterest, as they continued on. “oh oh, i have an idea! when we’re in a match together, i’ll start with a wonderhoy!”

they were very honest, pure, and innocent. even though ithaqua had eliminated them in matches before, they somehow still wanted to approach him, and he couldn’t fathom for the life of him why they would want to do that.

ithaqua redirected his gaze back to the moon above.

“…please don’t.”

if there was one word to describe the emotions currently whirling in ithaqua’s heart, it would be… confusion, perhaps. he wasn’t sure now; he simply let the moon witness his emotions as they were.

he felt at this point, he could only let time march on past everyone’s consciousness, until the moon of that night finally set, taking his feelings with it down the horizon.

[theolmtales]

That asshole teammate (That's you) (AMAB Reader)

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

This was a request for smut with a male survivor who is good in matches but has an asshole behavior. Turn out it's only a cover to survive in this never ending game of deadly cat & mouse. In reality they are affectionate & caring. Ganji & him don't get along but because the reader is skilled there is some tension building up.

As always I made a male & female chapter, but since the request was for a male specifically I didn't put gender neutral pronoun this time.

For the person who request this, I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long to write it I'm hella slow.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

Ganji’s breath his steady as he run through the hospital’s ruins. His senses in high alert as he tries to locate the new survivor.

It was too early to form an opinion on the newcomer just yet. But for everyone, a new person in your matches was a royal pain. So, when he saw the new guy at the waiting table earlier, he gritted his teeth.

Even better now! That person ended up being the first one to be found. Just great…

At first, he had planned on leaving him to die on the chair. After all, it would be a waste to put energy on someone who would go down right after being rescued. But to his surprise, the newcomer was holding his ground pretty well. Kitting Jack all around the map and only getting hit once.

Ganji was in the middle of his cipher when Tracy appeared beside him. Taking over as he decides to go looking for the running duo. Problem was, he wasn’t pinning his location to the group. Hence why he was running around like a headless chicken, trying to figure out where the hunter and his prey were.

Finally, the faint sound of pursuit reaches his ears. It only took him a second to turn around & head towards the sound, and sure enough, the two of them were running around in the shack. He readied his bat, preparing to hit Jack when he’ll try to pass through the window after the new guy.

But when the survivor sees him, as he jumps the window, he shots a murderous glare at him.

‘‘GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!! I DON’T NEED YOU WASTING MY WORK!!!’’

‘‘Eh!?!’’ Ganji froze for a second as the information makes its way to his brain. Reflexively, he struck Jack as he tries to pass by the window and then, regaining his composure, he sends back a glare just as dark toward the new guy before making his exit.

If that asshole gets chaired, he’s not coming to rescue him, if he wants to play solo, then so be it.

And thus, Ganji leaves the new survivor to go help Tracy in decoding.

Not long after Ganji’s departure, Jack finally gets a hold of the survivor as he tries to vault a window. True to his words, Ganji ignores him and keeps decoding with Tracy. She, on her end, wonders why he doesn’t go. But she decides to trust his judgment. Just like her, he’s been here for a while now. She figures that he must have had a good reason.

In the end, the 4th survivor decided to go rescue the newcomer after finishing their own cipher. Seeing as there’s only one cipher left, Jack decides to try to go chase the last cipher, hoping it wasn’t already prime. Even though the newcomer has already passed the half bar.

Jack didn’t expect the new survivor to adapt to the game so quickly. It only took him his previous match against Jack to figure out his chase patterns. He will definitely become an annoying one in the long run.

Sadly for Jack or luckily for Ganji and Tracy, the cipher was indeed prime by the time Jack teleported to them and they decided to pop it right away. Obviously, Jack chose to go for Tracy, Ganji tells himself that it’s because she’s a weaker kiter and not for anything else. Trying to brush away the thoughts of Jack killing tendencies.

As Ganji makes a run for the opposite exit gate, not before stunning Jack once or twice to help Tracy, you’re waiting with Charles. As soon as the gate opens and Ganji appears in your line of sight, you get out of here.

In the end, the match is a win with only Tracy being eliminated rapidly.

Ganji is still mad at the way you tell him off, but he must admit that you’re good. Very good even. It usually takes newcomers a few weeks or months to get used to the experienced hunters, especially a veteran like Jack.

And thus, despite his anger towards you, he decides to give you a compliment on your work. Better have you on his side. After all, you could be pretty useful, and you might have said that due to the stress from the chase.

You answer him without missing a beat & he’s sure at that moment that you’re looking down on him.

‘‘Well, somebody got to have some balls in here to do what needs to be done.’’

That answer just re-ignite Ganji’s anger towards you, making him see red. You really are just another jerk! Like there wasn’t enough of them already…

Ganji just tsked at you, giving one of his signature looks that would make anyone knees ready to give up under them. He had already taken on himself once to salute your feats, and he only got venom in exchange. He was done with you. He wasn’t going to give you anything anymore. He had already given enough in general anyway.

In the following months, you proved yourself to be quite the kiter and support. You were skilled in perception, and it didn’t take you long to figure out the hunters’ chase patterns. One or two matches were enough for you to get the general idea, though you would still be surprised by the more experienced hunter’s tricks.

If only you were nicer with the others…

The other survivors learned to leave you be when you kite. Your execrable attitude making them avoid you completely. The ones with less control would sometimes try to sabotage you instead of helping. But most knew teamwork was a must if they wanted to survive in this place. Hence, they would rather take on themselves or ignore you.

Except for Ganji. He was so tired of bowing to other people that he swore never to do that again. Ever. Therefore, he decided to ensure the team would win. But that was it.

He would never attempt a risky rescue like he would for Naib or Helena. Nor would he come assist you instead of decoding. You would just tell him off anyway. Hell, even Freddy was more grateful than you were. And he was barking orders all around, really testing everyone’s nerves.

The thought of sabotaging your kite had crossed his mind. But he would chase the idea without a second thought. You were an ass, no proof needed anymore, but he wouldn’t stoop that low. Unlike a certain thief. Victory was all that matter and everyone, even you, would work toward it.

But truth be told, you were impressive. He didn’t know of anyone who could adapt so quickly. The only person that comes to mind was Naib, but he was a hardened war veteran. That was hard to beat.

It was making him mad. Why did you have to be so shitty and so good at the same time! Whenever Kreacher or Servais were acting presumptuous, you could always count on some good old karma to make them shut up. For a while at least.

But you? You had every right to be presumptuous and look down on people. Servais and Kreacher were good, but they were veterans, skills polished with time. You? You had natural talent.

Time spends getting angry at you was a waste in Ganji’s mind. But he couldn’t help but try to look for something to use against you during the many matches you had shared. Just some mistakes to rub in your face. That’s how he slowly started to pick up what you were trying so hard to hide.

At first, he thought it was just his imagination. The mind of his old self trying to give you excuses. But it soon became obvious to him. And he couldn’t believe it took him so long to pick up on it.

The way you would always make sure to draw the hunter’s attention, making it seem as if you were just full of yourself, so that it wouldn’t go look behind that rock Luca was hiding behind. Or the way you would rescue someone just to be chaired in their place. Every. Damn. Time.

You wouldn’t risk a draw or a win over it, but if you could exchange your place with the person being sacrificed, you were already making a run for it.

And this wasn’t just in matches either. Whenever someone was eyeing something on your plate, you would leave it on the side. Pretending it was ruining your appetite and leaving it behind for that person.

You didn’t just memorize the hunter’s patterns. You had memorised the survivors one’s too. He remembered the sound of your stomach growling as you tell him you weren’t hungry for Curry Pilaf. It was the last portion.

Maybe that’s why he had start complimenting you whenever you did good. Or making extra effort, when supporting or rescuing you. But each time you would answer or thank him with venom and every time he would distance himself again. Not realising he was feeding right into your hand.

And it was better that way. After all, you thought as you watch Ganji turn away from you, it didn’t matter if you couldn’t escape. As long as the other could, that was fine. They already had suffered enough. You could take over…

Even if your mask was breaking here and there, you knew how to push people buttons just well so they would stay away. Even if Ganji had started to see through some of your masquerade, you were too much of a pain for him to actually start caring about you. Or so you thought.

This match was no different. In your own fashion you had taken the hunter’s attention from its original prey, and you were determined to make him lose this match. Funny how little it takes to make Philippe lose his temper. You didn’t mean for that snowball to hit his sister face THAT hard… Oops.

On his end, Ganji didn’t want to bother. But this time, you hadn’t realized you were kiting near the last cipher machine and Evelyne was dead on chair. And here he was, giving you a hand.

As much as you want to tell him to fuck off, you know you messed up and he’s making a good call. You bite your tongue and focus on wasting as much time as you can.

In the end, it was almost worth it.

Ganji and you sit in the basement chairs while the other two make it past the exit gate.

‘‘Tsk! Thanks for ruining my work.’’ You speak.

‘‘!? Maybe if you had paid attention to our cipher pins, I wouldn’t have had to come. Because the last cipher was 20m away from him!’’ He answers back, his gaze piercing you as he shouts over the fireworks cracking up. ‘‘Trust me. I wouldn’t have wanted anything more than to pass that gate without looking back. But you had to fuck up and kite the hunter near us!’’

That’s the last thing you hear before getting send undergrown. You tsk before looking away, knowing damn well he’s right.

You wake up in the infirmary, your wounds already patch up during your sleep, probably by Emily. She was always over working herself and with that look of remorse in her eyes, as if she was trying to compensate for something.

You sit on your infirmary bed and on the corner of your eyes, you discern movements. Your head shifts to meet Ganji’s gaze as he gets up from his own bed. Great…

He sends you an equally angry gaze.

‘‘Don’t you have anything better to do? It’s thanks to me that we got a tie, even thought you almost throw it up in the end.’’

‘‘Oh, fuck off!’’ You answer. ‘‘I never asked for your help! I could have managed it on my own!’’

False.

‘‘Oh yeah!?!’’ Ganji grabs you by the collar.

‘‘Then maybe I should have left you to bleed out as Philippe hunt us down one after the other because YOU brought HIM to US!’’

‘‘Tsk!’’ Your gaze averts his own.

‘‘Look me in the eyes when I talk to you! Have some balls!’’

You reluctantly look back at him. But still shooting dagger at him, too prideful.

‘‘Ok I mess up! Here, happy!?!’’

Ganji is taken aback by your confession, but he regains his composure back rapidly.

‘‘No.’’

Your eyes widen.

‘‘Say sorry. Don’t think I didn’t realize your little game of making it seem like you don’t care. And don’t get me wrong; even if your intentions were good, you own me an apology for all I’ve done for you. You may be good, but you still don’t compare to those of us who are more experienced.’’

You bite your lips. This manor is a dog-eat-dog kind of world, and you refuse to show any weakness and confessing that you made a mistake feels just like that.

‘‘Don’t push it. You ain’t getting anything more from me.’’ You purposely ignore what he says about you caring for others. Trying to play deaf.

‘‘Oh yeah?’’ He says, raising his eyebrow.

‘‘For someone so nasty, you sure do care a lot about others’ safety’’

‘‘No idea what you’re referring to. Are you delusional now?’’ You say in a snarky tone.

Your denial and refusal were starting to get to him… More than usual.

‘‘Do you really think you were that subtle? You always make sure to take the hunter’s hit instead of the others. Even if we’re already at the gate.’’ He takes a short pause. ‘‘You know what I’m starting to think with my delusion?’’ He brings you closer to him as he looks into your eyes.

It feels like he’s seeing right through your soul.

‘‘That you’re that nasty so people won’t try to risk anything for you.’’

…He put his finger right on it.

‘‘Got to be honest here, I fell for it at first. Leaving you to die even if I knew I could make it. But seeing how good you are really pisses me off, can’t get the hunters to humble your little ass!’’

Yeah, you know about that. It’s because you’re good that you can be that shitty when talking to the others. And you know very well that they often leave you to die. But that’s fine.

You can’t trust anyone in here. It’s better not to get too involved. But you can’t let people suffer. You try, oh you try so hard. But that goes against your values. You have a thousand logical reasons in your mind to not do it, but they all get thrown out whenever you see someone you could help.

So, you always turn back and come for whoever is being left behind. Whoever is about to get hit as they cross the gate. And what better way to prevent people from doing the same, than by being a dick to them. Nothing personally insulting, you’re not that kind of asshole. But you make sure they’re safe and you also make sure nobody betrays you.

Plus, they deserve a break in that hellhole. They’ve been here for so long, while you just came in. You can take over.

Even if it makes them want to leave you to die. You understand the sentiment. You can’t even blame them, that was your decision.

But earring that Ganji also falls in that category makes you feel a sting. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel reassured whenever you see his face as he comes to support you. Never risking his life, but you’re sure he puts a little more effort than the others into helping you.

Has much as you try not to get involved, he’s the one you trust most in matches, and you admire his skills. Which led you to slip once or twice by giving him some positives comments here and there.

He’s also the only one that gives you compliments from time to time. You knew he still hated you, but he still acknowledged your strong points.

Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t hate you as much as the others. But that was wishful thinking. He was just very professional.

But that’s good. That’s what you wanted anyway; you repeat to yourself. Keeping your distance will also ensure that you don’t get drag behind. Who knows what that manor still has in stock for its little toys. Anything could be used against you in the end.

‘‘…’’ You stay silent. Not knowing how to clap back or divert his attention. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

‘‘Not so feisty anymore. Guess I got it right?’’

‘‘What if I am? I do what I want, how I want.’’ You answer without trying to ruffle his feathers for once.

Ganji looks at you for a moment. His grip on your collar still just as strong, but his gaze isn’t as hard as before. Within the past few months, he’s learned to know you better. You’re too skilled for him to completely disregard you, and while you can be nasty, you never insulted anyone. You were stingy with compliments, but you also acknowledge others strength in your own way.

He can feel you crumpling under him, the pressure and loneliness of the past months catching up as you acknowledge it against your will. The feelings coming crashing down on you.

He knows what it’s like to be unable to trust anyone you share a roof with.

‘‘Can’t you see you’ll burn yourself up if you keep that up!’’ You were good at figuring out the hunters moves, but you were shit when it come to taking care of yourself.

‘‘Well, that’s a positive for you. You’ll finally have the hunters humbling me out.’’

‘‘I don’t want that to happen, even with how awful your nature is. You don’t deserve to be left to die. Let people give you a hand sometimes! And if you really can’t bring yourself to do that, at least let me help!’’

Your eyes open wide. ‘‘…What?’’ you’re speechless.

You never thought such a simple phrase could have such an impact; it didn’t even seem to be that deep on his end.

But in your emotional starvation it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Before you know it, a tear falls from one of your eyes. You’re quick to realize and try to hide it.

Ganji is not surprised; he knew it was only a matter of time before you would break.

‘‘Eh. Told you you needed to slow down.’’ His tone is barely softer, but it still is.

Your heart skips a beat. But you try to ignore it.

‘‘Yeah well, that’s not what you were saying a few minutes earlier.’’ You defy him.

‘‘You little…’’ You feel his grip on your collar get tighter as he brings you closer to his face, looking annoyed. ‘‘It’s as if admitting anything would be the death of you!’’

‘‘Eh! I got nothing to admit! You’re just making stuff up in your mind.’’ You smirk back at him.

‘‘If that’s so… I guess I also just hallucinate when I saw you lose your composure a few seconds ago.’’

You gulp. Now it’s his turn to smirk and look at you with an air of superiority.

‘‘… You know what? I do want to see you humble. But I think I’ll do it myself.’’ His gaze darkens, hinting at something you refuse to acknowledge.

‘‘And when I’m done with you, you’re going to give me my apology and finally show a little more respect.’’

Before you can react, his lips come crashing down on yours. His right hand going up your neck while his left one leaves your collar down to your waist. Ensuring you’re trap in his grip. While his tone was threatening; his actions took you by surprise with their gentleness.

You hesitate a little, still unsure whether you could trust him or not, but all these months of being lonely and hated made you crave love. And as much as you hated this feeling, any kind of love was enough for you right now, good or bad. And so, you latch on to Ganji like a dehydrated man. Even if it was just for one moment.

So, you close your eyes and open your mouth without hesitation. Letting him in as he devours you.

He was holding you strongly, without it being menacing. If you hadn’t been such an ass to him, you could almost believe he was caring toward you.

You use your legs to press his hips closer. Both your members starting to get erect within the restrain of your pants from the friction. His hand abandons your waist to come grab your butt and grind on you.

He uses his other hand to get you on your back and he pushes your top clothing up. Giving him more access to you. He starts by the hem of your pants, kissing your hips as he goes up your belly. His hand caressing your waist while the other keeps groping your butt and pushing you on his hard-on.

The tingle it sends to your nerves makes you arche your back as you start moaning. Your hand grabbing the sheets for some kind of support. His waist is keeping you down in place as he makes his way to your nipple, switching between the two as he bites and licks them.

You’re powerless under him, but he doesn’t make you feel like you’re his plaything. And you love that feeling of him caring for you, you want more of it.

You try grinding back on him, but his hands keep you in place as he continues to lead the dance. Soon he takes the next step and undo your pants. Finally freeing your erection and letting you breath a little. He follows soon after with one hand coming back down to grab you as he starts moving up and down your length. Sometimes brushing over the tips and sometimes going all the way past the base to go caress your balls. Playing with them a little.

You’re getting overwhelmed as he keeps pumping you, all while he leaves bite marks on your neck. Looking for the more sensitive’s spots.

Your sense of euphory is getting stronger and you let out breathy moans to encourage him to keep going. Ganji doesn’t stop, and soon you start spasming as you release yourself onto your stomach. Your sperm keep on coming out as Ganji continues to stimulate you. Pushing you to release more.

As you catch your breath, Ganji leaves your neck to take a look at you. The excitement is making him pants and he find the sight before him dreamy. Ganji is making small circle with his thumb on your waist, encouraging you to relax.

You slowly come down from your high, trying to regain your composure and getting ready for what’s to come next.

His hand leaves your butt to push your pants down. But he stops, your pants halfway down your legs, after taking a look at your face, seeing you a little unease.

You’re regaining some senses and taking it farther with him is making you hesitant.

‘‘I’m not doing it, if you don’t want it.’’ He tells you.

His answer surprises you. It must have shown on your face because he adds:

‘‘I wouldn’t be doing this with you if I wasn’t interested in you!’’ He answers annoyed.

‘‘You’re a dick most of the time.’’ He adds, ‘‘But I can see you’re just trying to keep people away. Can’t say I agree with your choices, but you’re a damn good teammate and I can see you just want to see everyone getting out of here in mostly one piece.’’

He takes a pause to look intently in your eyes, making sure his next sentence doesn’t go out the other ears.

‘‘Can’t say it’s love, but I respect you and I want you to feel like you can trust me. Because I trust you when my life is at risk and not just because of your skills. And I can’t say that about most people in here.’’

As you listen to him, your face turns red, and you suddenly feel yourself turning shy. It was far from a love confession, but it was definitely the beginning of something between the two of you.

Ganji starts to back away, but you’re faster and quick to put your legs around his waist. You look back up at him, your face flaring up.

‘‘Don’t go just yet! I’m really sorry about the way I treated you. Like you said, I just don’t want anyone to get hurt as much as possible. But I also don’t trust what people can do in situations like these.’’ You avert your gaze before continuing.

‘‘But I really want you to keep holding me. I feel safe with you, right now and during our matches too.’’

Ganji look at you, a smirk forming on his face.

‘‘Told you, I would make you say sorry to me.’’ If his tone is mocking, his gaze is warm.

He goes back to holding you by the waist while he undoes his pants just enough to free his cock. You look at him with a slight frown, feeling that he’s not making things fair between you two in term of undressing. He catches on quickly and smirks again as he takes off his shirt. You’d put your hand to the fire that he used the opportunity to show off his muscles at the same time.

He pumps himself a few times, while coating is cock with saliva, before grabbing you again and aligning his cock to your hole. You don’t know if you’re nervous or excited—probably both, but Ganji senses it and comes back, kissing you softly to calm you down. While you focus on the kiss, he slowly inserts his girth inside of you.

You whine into his kiss, but he doesn’t let go of your mouth. Making your head go dizzy from the lack of oxygen as he forces you to focus on his tongue. He finally lets you take some air when he feels he’s deep enough. He waits for you to adjust at the foreign intrusion. It’s uncomfortable at first, a little painful too, but it soon goes away as you focus on Ganji kisses and caress over your body.

‘‘Ready?’’

‘‘Yeah…’’

He starts out slow, going in and out as he lets you adjust to the movement. You can feel his grip getting harder on you as he restrains himself from going harder. It’s definitely going to leave a few bruises. When you start being more vocal, he picks up the pace, going faster and harder with every trust. With his free hand, he takes a hold of yours to put them over your head. But soon leaving your wrist to tangle his fingers with yours softly. His other hand is supporting his body on top of you.

The action makes your heart flutter, and you close your eyes to take in the sensations better, whimpering as he’s gotten faster at the sight before him.

But after a short while, he gets a little frustrated. He can’t get as deep as he would like. Thus, grumbling, he abandons your inside to turn you around and slams back into you. His hands putting your ass up in the air and spreading your cheeks so he can go right back into you, not wasting any time. This new position allows him to go deeper into you and finally put his whole length inside.

He keeps you steady with both of his hands on your hips, his cock slamming against your prostate and making you moan louder. He goes back and forth for a while, looking at you from behind.

Your back is having a lovely arch as he plows into you. Your top clothing as gotten down to your neck and he doesn’t know why, but the sight of it just make you look sluttier to him. He’s loving it. He can’t see your face, but the sound you can’t keep yourself from emitting are just what he needs.

Your own cock has been getting hard again from the stimulation to your G-spot. He doesn’t even need to touch you; the sensation is overwhelming. Especially the feeling of his cock getting larger inside of you as he approaches his own high, it seems he wasn’t completely hard yet.

You close your eyes and reach down to touch yourself. Focussing on the place where you known you like it best.

Ganji slows down a little until setting himself fully into you. Not wanting to come just yet, but still keeping himself on edge.

‘‘Can’t keep this much longer… Where you want me to cum? I really want you to take me in though.’’ He says, his torso coming closer to your back.

Not holding himself much longer he readjusts himself to press the tip of his cock directly into your prostate and you just want him to stop talking and cum so you can finish yourself.

‘‘I don’t care. Just go for whatever you want. Please… I just want you to do it alrea—DY!’’

It doesn’t take more than the first part of your sentence for him to get himself out completely and slam back hard into you. Sending you going forward, but his hands firmly gripping your waist making sure you stay somewhat in place; impaled on his cock. He goes hard a few more time before you feel him let his cum pour in your inside. Spasming as he keeps trying to grind himself deeper into your inside. Making sure he’s stuffing you full.

The feeling of being pump full of sperm gives you a little push to squeeze yourself out of your last drop as you cum on the sheet. You’re trembling under Ganji, while he encourages you by rubbing circle with his fingers on your belly. His face buried in the crook of your neck, slowly kissing.

You lay limb on the bed as the both of you catch your breath. Ganji proudly looking at your dazed state from his spot on top of you. Cum dripping down your balls while you’re stuffed.

He goes down on you, using his hands to caress your curves and muscles. Going over some more sensitive spot as he kisses you from the middle of your spine up to your shoulder. Showing you his appreciation as you recover. Not wanting to get himself out of you just yet.

Ganji give you a kiss on the neck before whispering into your ears.

‘‘How about I get to ruin your foul mouth now?’’

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Andrew Kreiss X Reader!

This is an Andrew Kreiss/Grave Keeper X Gender Neutral Fluff, probably some cursing! (I never have a solid idea, I just started writing!)

Note: I do not see Andrew Kreiss as shy, He may come across that way in the story, But he's just not used to talking to people. He's not used to people Wanting to talk with him.

You have been living in The Oletus Manor for a year & a half now. You have become close friends with Luca Balsa, Victor Grantz & Edgar Valden. Tracy Reznik, Demi Bourbon, Mike Morton & Joker also enjoy your company! About a year ago, you developed feelings for a tall man with albinism, Andrew Kreiss, also known as the grave keeper. You fell hard & fast for him & the few times you got to talk with him, you fell even further in love with him.

You found his reserved personality adorable, especially considering his intimidating size. Luca, Tracy, Demi & Victor found out about your crush on Andrew relatively quickly. Luca Tracy & Demi relentlessly teased you about it, but never in front of or in earshot of Andrew.

A week after they found out: "Wait, you're telling us you've had a crush on him for almost a year!?" Luca & Tracy said at the same time. "Have you spoken to him in that time?" Demi asked. "Yeah, actually I have. Just,... not about my feelings for him." "That's good at least!" Demi replied. "Hi Y/N, what we talking about?" You trun to great a Familiar cherry face. "Hi Mike, Joker, we're... um..." "Hey, I thought we were-" Mike was cut off by Luca covering is mouth. "oh, hi Y/N, a-and everyone else!" Andrew said as he came into the hallway.

"Oh, Hi Andrew, are we in your way?" "Oh, no no, I was just on my way to the garden." He quickly replied. "Oh, OK, See you later than!" "... yeah, see you later, Y/N." He said, heading towards the garden. After Andrew was out of sight, Luca lat go of Mike. "Sorry." Luca said to Mike. Mike had a big smile on his face while looking at you. "... what?" You said looking at him. "Mike, No!" Joker chimed in. "Go after him, right now, Gogo!" Mike said while gently pushing you.

"Wow wow, slow your roll ther Mike!" Tracy & Luca said, grabbing Mike & bulling him away from you. "What, it's clear that Andrew likes them too." "What, Wait, really?" You said, looking at Mike in disbelief. Everyone else looks at you & Mike with a mix of worry & concern. "... so, you all think so too?" You ask your friends. "We don't want to get your hopes up." Demi said. "But, yes." Tracy & Luca said. "He seemed a little disappointed that you don't ask to go with him to the garden." Joker said quietly.

"Even if he does, I think you need to take things slow with Andrew." Victor, the voice of reason of the group finally spoke up. "Yes, thank you Victor." Demi said. "You're right. Thanks Victor." You said. "You're welcome!" Victor said.

Some days have passed since taking with your friends about Andrew. You noticed that for breakfast & lunch, Andrew makes an effort to sit across from you or next to you to talk with you. He sometimes did so, but never for both meals & two days in a row.

Victor & Luca are sitting next to you for dinner. "Why do I feel like Andrew is jealous of us?" Luca asked you quickly. You glanced up accos to see Andrew glaring at Victor & Luca. "I mean, I know Luca flirts with you sometimes, but he flirts with almost everyone." Victor wispers to you. "I can still hear you, Victor." Luca said

Later that night, you're sitting on a window seat looking out to the night sky. "beautiful night, isn't it?" You lift your head up to see Andrew kneeling next to you, his arms on the window seat also looking outside. "How long have you been here?" You ask him. "S-sorry, I only just got here, I d-didn't mean to disturb you or creep you out. I-i'll just leave." He said kind of quickly as he's about to get up & leave. "It's Ok Andrew, I'm just surprised I didn't hear you coming." You said rubbing his shoulder.

"o-oh, s-sorry about that." He said going back to a comfortable position. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a little while. "h-hay Y/N, .... do you actually l-like talk w-with me?" He asked, braking the silence. You look at him, a little bit surprised. "Of course I do Andrew!"

"... w-what do you t-thing of me?" He asked barely above a wisper. You yawn. "So sorry, what did you say?" You ask him. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." He said while getting up. "h-hay, can you follow me outside, I w-what to show you something." He said, looking down at you. Your eyes widen. "Oh!? Ok!" You quickly get up & follow him downstairs to the back of the manor. He opens the door for you, follow you out & close the door. "So, where are we going?" You ask, now wied awake, eager to find out what he wants to show you.

"You will see soon enough." He said with a small smile on his face. You blush, seeing him smile at you. You follow him to a smile building. "Sooo.... what do you want to show me?" He go's to the side of the building, where are nobody can see you two. "... d-do you trust me?" He asked, holding his hand out to you. You look at the ground, then at Andrew. "... I Do!" You said, taking his hand & following him around to the side of the building.

On the side of the building is a good size planter full of your favorite flowers/colors & Iris's. "Oh Andrew, they're all so beautiful, did you have any help planning them?" You ask. "Emma wanted to help, but I show her I knew what I was doing." "Wow, you have all my favorite colors here too!" He walks over to an Iris, carefully cuts one, walk over to you & gently place's it in your hair. "But t-there beauti don't compare to you." He said looking into your eyes with a look in his eyes you have never seen before.

You stood there quiet but blushing. You must have been to quit for too long, though, because he started panicking. "I-i'm s-so s-sorry, d-did I over step o-or come off t-too strong, s-shit shit, I f-fucked up d-didn't I?" He said as he covered his face. "Nono, Andrew Darling, i-it's ok, I was just shocked." You said hugging him. He must have started crying because you heard him snuffle a little bit. "... w-wait, ... d-do y-you l-l-love me too." "Yes! I Do! I love you so much Andrew Kreiss!"

He pulled away from you and grabbed your cheeks, then, he gave you a gentle but passionate kiss. Your eyes widened at first because of how sudden it was, but, you close your eyes & kiss him back. The moment he realizes this, it turns into a little makeout session. You don't resist, but you are very surprised by this. After some time, the two of you pull away for air. "s-sorry, w-was that too much, i-i-i've been m-meaning to tell y-you f-for t-two m-months n-now a-and-" You grab his cheeks, cutting him off.

"Andrew, Andrew Baby, it's ok, i-i love it, I Love you!" You said kissing him on the cheek. "I love you too Y/N, my angel!"

End! UwU