#Wolfgang akire x reader

[cl0wnedren]

DRABBBLLLLEEEEEE…teeny tinnnyyyy little thought bubble 😇

yan!wolfgang who uses his oh so precise and impactful wording to twist and manipulate your mind into believing that no one likes you, that he’s the only one worthy of your time and being, and how it’s just better to surrender yourself to him.

The others will ask where you’ve gone and why you won’t interact with them anymore, and all Wolfgang can do is shake his head and give them a sorry smile.

At least, at the end of the day, he won’t have blood on his hands.

a/n :: heya my gang, so sorry for the long wait. i finally finished and cooked this up, ive been bombarded by lots of events. once again...,,so sorry graaah😵😵🤧

tw :: isolation, emotional manipulation

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Wolfgang’s words were always so carefully chosen, deliberate and smooth as polished stone. He’d never raise his voice or resort to brute force—such things were beneath him. No, Wolfgang preferred subtler methods, the kind that left no visible scars.

“You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you?” he said one evening, his voice low and conspiratorial. The flicker of doubt he planted in your mind had grown roots, and he could see it in the way your gaze faltered. “The way they talk to you, how their smiles never quite reach their eyes. It’s as if they’re just… tolerating you.”

You shook your head, trying to dismiss his words, but the damage was already done. His tone was so gentle, so reassuring, as if he was uncovering a hidden truth just for your sake.

“They don’t deserve you,” Wolfgang continued, leaning in slightly. “But that’s okay. I’m here. I’ve always been here. You don’t need anyone else when I already value you more than they ever could.”

And slowly, you began to believe him. His presence became a lifeline, his approval the only validation you craved. The others—your so-called friends—became strangers in your mind, distant and untrustworthy.

When the questions came—why you stopped replying, why you avoided everyone—Wolfgang was ready. He offered a soft sigh and a faint shake of his head. “They’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I’ve tried to help, but... it’s a delicate situation.”

No one doubted him. How could they? He was the Ultimate Lawyer, after all. His words carried the weight of truth, or at least a version of it.

And in the silence that followed, Wolfgang smiled. Not the sympathetic one he showed to others, but a quiet, satisfied smile meant only for himself. You were his now, completely and utterly, and he hadn’t needed to lift a finger—only his voice.

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[feinyan]

DATING HEADCANONS featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago, wolfgang akire, desmond hall and mark berskii.

edens garden maxxing rn :] i enjoyed chapter one a lot, so i’ll be pumping out a bit more writing of them ^^; feel free to send in requests, (even if its for different medias) though i already have 3-4 drafts ill be dishing out eventually.

damon, who treats you like you’re a fragile little doll, prepared for you to break at any moment. hence, why he worries for you so much. though he attempts (and fails) to play it off as a casual concern. ‘are you hurt? bleeding?’ ‘what? no? i just tripped, damon.’ ‘are you sure? let me check just incase. come on, stop moving.’ damon, who always has a limb around you. his hands? wrapped around your waist, or intertwined within your own. his legs? always pressed up against yours. if you point it out, he gets flustered and denies it, pulling away. but you��ll still find his eyes constantly lingering on you, as if he hasn’t felt your contact in months and needed it desperately. damon, who is a tease, yet gets flustered just as easily. sarcastic, teasing remarks always escaping his lips, smirking as if he didn’t have a care in the world. though the minute you retort back with a comment of your own, he's completely quiet. blushing and muttering embarrassed insults under his breath. damon, who doesn’t quite understand standards when it comes to dating. holding a door open for you? walking close to the road? wearing a hair tie on his wrist incase you’d needed one? a foreign concept to him. but regardless, upon hearing things told to him by other people whilst rambling like kai, he tries his best to adapt to it. things that would normally be unusual for him, he attempts because he wants the best for you. damon, who is stingy and a bother about little trinkets you point out. ‘do you really need that?’ ‘that looks stupid.’ ‘its so small. why is it expensive?’ yet of course, they’d somehow end up within your residence. somehow. obviously, it were damon. damon, who spoils you with acts of services. openly doing things he’d refuse to or need convincing for from others, going out of his way to do things for you without being asked, etc. sure, maybe once in awhile he’ll knock on your head and call you an idiot for not being able to do something yourself, but it’s just teasing. he truly doesn’t mind providing for you, or helping you. anything that offers spending time with you is worth it for him.

kai, who couldn’t get enough of you. your touch, your attention, your words, you name it, he likes it. his hands are constantly all over you, any opportunity he’s given. he melts within your touch, in his most vulnerable state, unable to resist anything when it comes from you and your grasp. kai, who spoils you with anything he can offer — cute endearing nicknames, gifts he’d found that he thought you’d like, or even little snacks he thought looked silly that you two could try together. he loves to see your expression light up when he offers you some item he’d found that he thought you’d enjoy. even if you don’t end up liking it, the idea of him being reminded of you or thinking of you enough to make the purchase still leaves you feeling warm. kai, who whiningly calls you princess whenever he needs something from you. aside from his casual nicknames that he adores, like sweetheart or baby, whenever princess leaves his lips, you know he wants something from you. kai, who is admittedly quite insecure. he’s scared he’ll be abandoned by you, just like he’d been left by so many others who viewed him differently due to the persona he puts on online. but because of this, it just means he cherishes what you give him more than anything. he wants you to be able to touch those negative emotions inside of him, and see what really lies within his heart, not what he puts on the internet or around others.

wolfgang, who leaves encouraging little sticky notes around your desk when spending time away from you. reminders to take care of yourself, reminders that he loves you and wishes he were with you, etc. wolfgang, who gently takes care of you whenever given the opportunity. brushing your hair in the morning, making you coffee, assisting you in filling out paperwork, you name it. despite being such a busy man, he works hard to make sure he’s around for you. wolfgang, who despite appearing so cool headed, is such a jealous boy. the type to watch you talk to someone from behind and give them a disgustingly stern glare, but the moment you turn to face him, hes smiling sweetly in your direction. the type to wrap his arms around you and get all close and mushy in order to scare off someone else eyeing you. wolfgang, who invites you out on the sweetest dates ever. picnics under the warm, dimly lit night sky, only the stars witnessing the two of you giggling away and laying together. or, a romantic date at a a fancy restaurant, where the two of you dress elegantly, yet he can’t take his eyes off of you. his mind too caught onto the gorgeous attire tight against your body, too lost in how gorgeous you look whilst speaking to him. wolfgang, who spoils you with luxurious items. anything you want? you’ll get it. he doesn’t mind what you wear, whether or not you like cute or cheap things. what does matter though, is if you want something. and if you want something, you’ll get it.

desmond, who is so smooth with his words, you could die. the way he speaks to you in such a soft and caring tone. the way he goes along willingly with whatever you say, because admittedly, what makes you happy makes him happy. the way he speaks about you in such an endearing way to others. others may be embarrassed when speaking of or sharing about someone they love, but desmond expresses the way he feels for you without hesitation. desmond, who teaches you little quirks about his ultimate. little things that could be useful for protecting you, or just things he finds neat and wants to share with you. desmond, who is perfect for a clumsy you. about to trip? hes already grabbed you, hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back up onto your feet. about to spill something? hes grabbed the glass, preventing it. his quick reflexes are almost scary.

mark, who loves to kiss a certain part of you. your hands, your nose, silly yet specific places which just make him feel warm. mark, who gets embarrassed about the way he thinks about you. who will be listening to you rambling like usual, yet turn his head out of no where, muttering to himself like a flustered mess. mark, who has an attitude which is no joke. it doesn’t come off as a surprise, but the way he rolls his eyes and grumbles makes it much easier to decipher when he’s displeased or irritated. but to him, you’re a soft spot which can always manage to cheer him up. your silence yet presence close to his serves as a type of battery for him. mark, who is constantly sharing songs that he likes to you. new songs hes found that remind him of you, a song hes been listening to a lot recently, or even just songs hes worked on. he wants you to enjoy what he does.

@ feinyan

[hyacinthleaves]

Hi! I really love reading the headcanons you make for Damon, it fuels my delulu fantasies. If it's not a bother, can you make one with how Wolfgang & Damon would react to their s/o being a victim? Thanks alot!

What's up with the Damon angst guys are y'all good

Wolfgang Akire:

If you thought he crashed out during the practice trial, you have seen NOTHING

He's investigating all by himself and he's not letting anyone else touch you. If he has to come up with a reason why it should only be him, he will

Similarly to Grace, he'll be upset when people attempt to look through your belongings. He'll let them, but he'll literally be looming over everyone that does so

I don't even think he'll let most people get a word out during the trial

If he feels like someone is saying something that isn't important to the case, he's immediately shutting it down and yelling at them (Cassidy learned that the hard way)

There's no way anyone can snap him out of his rage until long after the trial is over

The only time he shuts up is during the execution

It wouldn't even seem like he's watching it happen, he's spacing out wondering what he's going to do without you by his side

He's extremely upset for the rest of the game but he'll try and act like he's not for the sake of everyone else (unless someone brings you up)

He might become a little less social after that, but that's the only thing that everyone notices

Damon Maitsu:

Oh my god someone tell this man to calm down

I think before he fully comprehends that he's lost you, he immediately starts investigating

It's only near the end of the investigation that it hits him

I think it would take him that long because he knew that he was going to lose SOMETHING during this but he didn't know it was going to be you

Plus he would mostly be investigating on his own because he's moving so damn fast so no one can really snap him out of his trance

He insists on being the only one to search your body but he might just be a bit snappy with anyone else that wants to as well

He would try to make the trial go as smoothly as possible for your sake despite his immense sadness

He knows that you probably wouldn't enjoy him causing chaos as soon as you die so he's absolutely locked in

He knows that he'll have time to fully digest it after the trial so his main focus is finding out who would do this to you

...but that doesn't mean he'll go easy on the killer when he finds out. All that rage he was missing out on before would hit as soon as he knows he's right

And all of this would be done in normal Damon fashion too (being as snappy and pissy as ever), that's not changing. It might get worse

He really wished that someone naive could die so they could've learned that this was a serious situation, but of course, he has to be the one to lose someone. That's what pisses him off the most

He's actually a ticking time bomb and every time someone says something stupid, they're getting read to FILTH

He gets so much more introverted after the trial. The most emotion you get out of him is maybe him crying near the end of the trial but that's it

He knows that you probably wouldn't want that for him but he can't help it. You were one of the only people that didn't exclude him so he doesn't see a point anymore

[nerdsnuff]

STRANGE MISTEAK — wolfgang akire. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

this was supposed to be someone’s request but i read it wrong oops. so just . Take this thanks. anyway sorry if you’re vegan just imagine you’re eating something else… this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks

“wow, you’re truly looking stunning tonight!” wolfgang beams down at you as he holds a bouquet of roses in his hands, making you widen your eyes in surprise.

“i’m sorry if you don’t like roses, but i thought it’d fit the occasion nicely” he says when he catches your expression, a hand of his lifted to scratch his reddened cheek bashfully. his bashful smile is so soft and his smile is always so genuine that it makes you have the same matching redness on your own cheeks. you wonder if he realizes how stunning he is too.

“thank you…” you shyly respond. you couldn’t help it. you get ahold of the flowers, clutching onto them with care.

he reaches out his hand to you, which you gladly take, then leads you inside the fancy restaurant he booked for the two of you tonight. to say the place was gorgeous felt like an understatement, it was like walking straight into a daydream.

people sit around and chatter as they eat their meals, outfits all so well crafted and put together, jewelry resting on their neck and ears, lips red with lipstick that match the crimson walls, chandelier gleaming above your heads, what a sight to walk past. despite dressing your best you almost feel out of place. you think to how lucky you are that your boyfriend is not only nice, but can afford to take you to places like this.

you eventually reach your seat, and he pulls your chair for you before he sits on his own. he’s such a gentleman it makes you sick, in a good way. “so… what do you think of the place?” he starts up conversation, noticing your fascination.

“it’s so beautiful, wolfgang. thank you. do you know how much i love you?” you respond, a big smile on your face.

“ah, i love you too” he says bashfully, and with a smile that matches yours.

after a while, you two order: 2 steaks to each of your liking and some wine. the waiter looks like any other you’d expect at a fancy place like this, rockin’ a mustache and three piece suit. the steaks took awhile to come, but you almost didn’t notice with how focused you are towards the conversation you’re having with your boyfriend.

“what do you think? looks good?” wolfgang asks, referring to your meal. you nod your head a bit too enthusiastic.

“yes! thank you. this looks so good!” you waste no time in biting the piece you’ve already cut. the meat practically melts in your mouth, flavor all over your tongue. “mmmh! it’s as good as it looks!”

he laughs. “hey, don’t talk with your mouth full, you’ll choke!”

full of laughter, you cut a bigger piece than before. as you put it in your mouth to take a bite, you suddenly bite something hard. that’s definitely not supposed to happen while eating steak. you grimace, “what the hell?” you pull it away from your mouth, staring at what you’ve bitten. “babe, i bit into something hard here… wait let me investigate before filing a complaint”

“ah— no it’s okay i can—” you quickly shush him.

“no, no, no, let me cut it open. it’s mysteriously hard…” you notice how he almost chokes at your sentence. “shut up pervert!” he laughs at your retort. you focus on trying to cut the large piece that was in your mouth, what you found in there is the last thing you expected. “wolfgang is that…”

all he does is nod.

from the inside of steak you cut in half, you pull out a shiny ring. it’s beautifully crafted, just enough to fit your ring finger. you wipe off all the steak juice off the jewlery before examining it better. it shines brighter now and the reflection catches in your eyes, making wolfgang flustered all over again. he twiddles with his fingers.

“honey, we’ve been… dating for quite some time now. and i really feel like i’ve known you all my life,”

he slowly gets up from his seat and walks over to you. once in front of you, he kneels down on one knee and gently grabs the ring from your hand, holding it out to you.

“i know this proposal is kinda silly, definitely not as fancy and proper as the restaurant we’re in, but i thought maybe it might bring a smile to your face. you’ve been with me through my worsts, my bests. and i love you so much. so… will you marry me?”

you almost couldn’t breathe for a second. the room was quiet in anticipation, the only thing others can hear is each others murmurs. yet you feel no sense of pressure, because all you can focus on is wolfgang.

your boyfriend—now fiancé, and soon to be husband.

“yes!” you yell and launch yourself at him, almost making the both of you fall. the both of you erupt in a fit of giggles as people around applause the two of you, happy for the future married couple. shortly after you both bashfully smiled at the positive response around you, you spoke up;

“anyway… can i still finish that steak?”

[wwwdotwhatdotcom]

Hello, can we get some wholesome cuddling headcanons for Wolfgang?🙏

YES!!!! YESSSS YESSS!!!!!!! I HOPE THAT LAWYER GETS A HAPPY PARTNER AND SPENDS THE REST OF HIS LIFE LOVING THEM!!!!!!!!!!

U get hcs AND a short drabble bc all my oomfs love that lawyer.

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Wolfgang was never the type to be cuddly, until you came along. It was strange, but he enjoyed the close proximity.

The first few times you and him snuggled, it was a little awkward, since he was so stiff. Poor guy didn’t know how to hold you! But with some guidance, he managed to relax into your embrace.

He especially likes to cuddle after a nice shower from either you or him. The smell of shampoo has always been one of his favorites!

After a while, it became routine. It was a nice routine. Probably his favorite.

…

It had been a long day. Wolfgang was still settling the case with his current client, and it gave him a headache. But.. there was something waiting for him at home, so as soon as the judge called to finish up for the day, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing you laying in bed reading a book was enough to bring a smile to his face. He took off his jacket and tie, setting his briefcase aside, and he sat on the bed, pulling you into a hug.

“Woah, someone’s a little clingy…” you murmured, setting aside your book and hugging him back.

“I missed you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. Wolfgang gently runs his fingers through your hair, a smile on his face as he gazes into your eyes. “I’m sorry I came home later than usual… things got a bit messy at work.”

“It’s alright, you’re here with me now.”

He really, truly, loved you.

[ghostycritter]

Post Chatter Silence ☆

Context - Silence in between small talk is a happening that's gifted upon acquaintance upon acquaintance. Due to hesitation between topics similar to a sailboat with no wind— a boat with no motor is a raft. How would you and your 'acquaintance' handle the unspoken moment that is transitional silence?

Characters - Wolfgang Akire, Grace Madison, Ulysses Wilhelm, Mark 'Mayhem' Berskii

Warnings - none

A/N - Mb if Grace is OOC, I liked her writing better during chap 0 so i based it off that. Idk why... don't come @ me but chap 0 Grace on top!!!

Masterlist (✧) P:EG Masterlist

[🐑] Wolfgang Akire -

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

Chatter becomes a temporary solution towards lull. Even so, you attempted to initiate chit-chat with the Ultimate Lawyer. It feels reckless to construct such casual words in the presence of a very prestigious man. However, his soft spoken nature churned the mood to a sensual lightheartedness. Imbuing it with a warm and intimate stimuli that made you feel strange.

Butterflies — that's the scientific term to describe that tingling feeling in your gut when he'd respond to your little inquiries. Despite the guarantee of him having these types of discussions an uncountable amount of times— He made the current one you both reciprocated feel special.

His replies would always feel thoughtful. It was never generic or vague, the responses were made for *you*. His words were a gentle reminder that your sentences were invaluable. You wonder if everybody felt this way when he'd commence a conversation like this, or if this was something special.

The exchange dissolved into an unresolved mute. Just as you expected. Although, it didn't feel uncomfortable, definitely not the quiet you dread. In fact, the silence was welcoming. As though you shouldn't feel burdened by the lack of reaction, instead you should let go of the interaction.

The mute stretched between you both. Unbroken until Wolfgang glances back at you.

"You're pleasant to chat with, Ms/Mx/Mr [Surname]." His smooth voice is soft yet so determined.

A spark in his eyes spoke for himself, the glimmer told you what his words did not:

He'd love to talk again.

[🐰] Grace Madison -

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

Striking a chat with *the* Ultimate Golfer was a gamble. Disclose something mindless or uncultural you would get met with a verbal bash to the face. Yet, despite the topic being surrounded regarding the unbelievably difficult industry— you still got a marvelous chuckle having a chat with her.

It's challenging for you to commit a reply to Grace. She's so swift and unstoppable with her words, a few drops of your head giving her a nod is enough signal to let her continue her harsh sentences.

"...So, what about you?" Her question was like she crafted a new full-stop to the conversation.

The unexpected question caught you off-guard. Unsure of what to respond with. What could you say? Did you have any struggle regarding the industry? You gifted yourself a halt to brainstorm her question. Eventually, enough thoughts form a coherent feedback.

For the first time, you had the freedom to express how you felt. But your nervousness got the best of you— desaturating your sentence to a more anticlimactic anecdote.

"Exactly what I expect! We both can't catch a break, can we?" You felt a thrilling astonishment bubble within you. Grace relates! Her engaging comment ignited a conclusion in you:

She cared for your input.

With that, the noise withdrawal. Leaving you both in a silent trance. You expect for it to be broken by one of her lines, but no attempt was made to do so. Rather, you both sat in the basking lull. Still, you expect her to strike, like a pounce from a predator to a prey. You never expected such a sentence—

"You know what? You're pretty sensible."

That was the nicest thing she had ever said.

[🦉] Ulysses Wilhelm -

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

You found yourself having a conversation with none other than the insomniac Ultimate Historian. It was a rare privilege, like conversing with a living history book in front of you. Every single word that escaped your mouth was a scribble etched to the pages of his journal. It was a natural habit for him to record his entire daily interactions, however it gave him no time to give you full responses.

Your conversation unfolded on a superficial level. Yet, Ulysses paid extreme attention to what you have to input to the casual talk, making it feel as if it's more significant.

The conversation traveled at a comfortable pace. You both— or rather you only— is now on the subject of your recent accomplishments that earned you a place at the academy. As the explanation spilled out of your mouth, similar to what you rehearsed to what to tell friends and relatives; Ulysses spoke up, pausing his quill equipped hand.

He revises his notes, the silence overpowering the moment. You felt still. It was such a contrast from how much you talked about and now suddenly you were quiet. The silence was obvious, the words no longer formed in your mouth. You felt burdened from chattering too much, you fear it etched a high-ego image on your person. 

"Would you please elaborate on the event part? I'd love to know more." A spark of interest glittered his steady, indifferent tone.

As each word came to be his question. It felt like your talent was renewed and celebrated in a different perspective. He wanted you to clarify further!

You continued your explanation, offering him the vivid details of how your contributions during this 'event' came to be. As you finished up your story, he seemed to still be jotting down the specifics of your anecdote.

He lets out a yawn as he deliberately dotted the tip of the quill onto the parchment insinuating a period.

"That was interesting." He briefly commented.

[🐊] Mark 'Mayhem' Berskii

Silence remains a law that's inevitable. Simply a slope that none could get out of— especially during times where you'd strike up an idle conversation.

It's an ambitious challenge to converse with the Ultimate Music Producer. To say the least, he's extremely aloof, nearly impossible to approach. His distant demeanour made him tough to converse with. However, it's difficult to imagine how you even got into this situation.

Small talk was futile. Idle chats didn't work on Mark. He did not seem to be fazed by anything you attempted to say to spark up a chat between you both— you'd always be met with an unyielding silence.

Finally, you take matters into your own hands and start to introduce yourself.

Mark didn't seem too interested by your rant, your efforts seemed to be brushed off the more you tried. The only responses are stares— glares, in fact. It's obviously shown that he limits his interactions as much as possible.

You said one last conversation starter. He just gave you a small nod. The bare minimum of a response.

A heavy sigh escaped you. You aren't irritated, rather tired. At least you tried, a nod from Mark Berskii himself? That's well enough for you.

You continued with a subtle end to the conversation, not wanting to push him further. Probably for the best, but you didn't feel too pleased.

"What's your talent again?"

His voice was just as aloof as he is. There was no insinuation of welcome, but you'd gladly answer.

It was hard to believe that was Mark. A small humble smile graces your face as you respond with your talent.

A sentence from Mark Berskii himself?  That's surely something worth celebrating!

[strry4sprkz]

I'm so so glad I found another blog that writes for Project Eden's Garden!! ヘ⁠（⁠。⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠ヘ

If it's alright— may I request a fluff scenario that involves Damon, Diana, Wenona and Wolfgang where regardless of gender they decide to pair up together to share dormitories?

Happy writing!!

— Gh0styCr1tter. 👽

Damon, Diana, Wenona, and Wolfgang sharing a dorm with Reader

Damon Maitsu

When the topic of sharing dorms had sparked among the students, you immediately thought of someone you’d both like to keep your eye on and get to know better: Damon Maitsu, whose eyes flickered across the hallway with annoyance and disapproval, like he was silently judging everyone there.  

Carefully, you approached him. He looked up to face you, his eyes narrowing. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone dripping with irritation.

“I think we should dorm together,” you stated, crossing your arms. “We’ll both be much safer, and have alibis for the night.”

Damon shifted his gaze down, his expression unreadable, but you could see the shift once he’d understood the practical reasoning behind sharing a dorm, combined with the fact he had no one else to partner with.

“...Fine. I’d rather deal with someone who can handle themselves, unlike…” He didn’t need to continue for you to know exactly who he was talking about. “Haha… glad we’re on the same page.” you laughed.  

As the two of you settled into Damon’s dorm, the room was silent other than the sounds of you two settling your things. Of course, Damon was the first to break it, turning to look you in the eye.

“Hey, don’t…jinx this, or anything.” he spoke firmly, but there was the smallest hint of anxiety in his voice. “I won’t, Damon, I promise. This is the best decision for both of us” you assured. He sighed, but didn’t argue any further, and as the silence of the room crept back up once more, you allowed yourself a small smile you knew he wouldn’t see.

Diana Venicia

“Hii!” You opened your door, and were met with Diana Venicia standing in front of you with her usual cheery smile. “So, I was wondering…don’t you think it would be good to dorm together for the night? I promise it’ll make things less scary for both of us…”

Truthfully, her presence seemed quite out of place in the morbid situation you were trapped in, but there was something about it that made you feel at ease. You paused to think, but eventually accepted. “...Alright. Wouldn’t hurt to be as safe as possible.”

“Awesome!” she clasped her hands together, her casualty almost contagious.

When the two of you finally got settled in Diana’s dorm, you watched as she unpacked her makeup bag that she always carried with her, laying its contents out neatly on the desk. 

“Sorry, I have to make sure all my supplies stay in perfect condition. You never know when someone might need to use makeup!” she half-joked. You weren’t sure what she was implying by that, but you brushed it off.

Diana sat on the bed, looking up at the ceiling with slight worry on her face.  “You know…” she began, “this whole situation… it’s terrifying. I won’t lie about that. But I really do believe we’ll all make it out of here, together.” The sincerity in her voice caught you off guard. “You really think so?” you asked. 

She turned to you, her expression a bit lighter this time. “Yeah! And if I ever start to lose hope, I’ll just remind myself I’ve got you, right?” You grinned back at her. “Right. You have me, Diana.” “Good,” she said, settling back against the headboard. “I knew I could count on you.” You couldn’t help but feel grateful for her, too.

Wenona

Wenona wasn’t the most friendly or approachable person, but she was logical and composed. If anything, sharing a dorm with her meant ensuring both of your safeties. You took a breath and made your way over to her. “Wenona?”

She noticed you immediately, her icy eyes locking with yours as you approached. “Let me guess, you want to be a dorm pair?” she assumed smugly. “Tell me, what exactly will you bring to the table? If you think I’ll tolerate dead weight, you’re quite mistaken.”  

You sighed, knowing you would need to match her energy if you wanted to convince her. “I’m here to survive, like you. Sharing a dorm will make sure both of us are safe and have alibis. I won’t get in your way, I promise.” 

Her smug grin faded, and you could almost see the gears turning in her head. “Hm…I suppose partnering with someone who shares my priorities is… preferable to one of these wrecks." She gestured vaguely at the more panicked students.

“Great!” you managed to keep your composure, but you were extremely grateful for her acceptance. Wenona then stated in a challenging manner, “But don’t mistake this for anything more than a practical arrangement. I’ll be expecting you to hold up your end of the bargain.”

You chuckled softly. “You always have to negotiate….” The two of you had arrived at Wenona’s dorm when the time came, discussing the situation and whatnot. “When you’ve spent as much time in business as I have, you’ll learn to recognize efficiency and inefficiency when you see them.” Wenona said, her hands in her jacket pockets. You surrendered “Fair enough…”

“Though I must say, pairing with you isn’t entirely insufferable.” she admitted, calm and calculated as ever. You smiled. “Thanks. I’m glad you agreed.”

“This is still solely a matter of convenience.” she firmly said, though there was a lack of her usual attitude in her tone. “Right.” you responded. Despite her words, you could feel there was beginning to be a subtle understanding between the two of you.

Wolfgang Akire

“It’s troubling,” Wolfgang began, “how easily fear can cloud judgment.” He’d been sharing his thoughts regarding his trust among the students non-stop after you’d agreed to share his dorm. You didn’t mind, as you didn’t exactly have something better to be doing at the moment.

“We’ve managed to keep things under control for the past few days, even if there’s been some tension. I guess trust really did outweigh our fear...” you pointed out.

He seemed slightly caught off guard by your sudden agreement. “That’s why I’m glad to be sharing a dorm with you, Mx. Trust is rare in situations like this, but I believe it’s the foundation of survival. If we can see reasoning past our fear, I’ve no doubt we’ll be able to navigate whatever challenges occur in the academy.”

“You really do want to believe in everyone, huh?” you asked, curious.

He smiled faintly, fastening his necktie. “I do. We’ve all been accepted here for our capabilities to improve society. Even in our current circumstances, I believe in the integrity of Ultimate students.”

“That’s right….thank you.” you responded. While you weren’t completely sure whether Wolfgang’s theories were correct, you couldn't deny to yourself that could use some optimism in this time.

a/n: I really wanted to make a joke about Wolfgang being hella disorganized in this but I couldn’t figure out where to put it, oh well

[mika-sob]

Wolfgang Akire SFW Alphabet

- im delusional chat

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- this man’s love language is words of affirmation and gift giving

- he will shower you in love, bro is super wholesome

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

- your friendship will definitely get off to a good start no matter what your personality is. he will treat you with respect and care for you

- as a best friend he would get a bit more relaxed, not needing to keep up his professional behaviour 24/7.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

- he loves to cuddle. usually big spoon but in the times where you want to spoon him, he’ll go with it. just be warned, he’ll be a blushing mess

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- he definitely wants to settle down. he isn’t a ‘playboy’ type and due to his past he wants to create a great family.

- it’s canon that he has no idea how to do laundry, it’s kind of funny. since he never cooked or cleaned for himself, due to his family being rich cause lawyers, he is super bad at keeping rooms clean but tries his best

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- oh so this is angst yeah uh

- if he needed to break up with you, he’d be definitely in distress, wondering if it might be his fault.

- the day he breaks up with you, her sits you down, trying to keep his cool. he’ll put his professional behaviour back up like a wall, wanting to break up with you gently

- he’ll feel so bad afterwards. tears would be shed behind closed doors

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- he really likes the idea of commitment. he really only got with you cause he knew you were the one. he handpicked over 200 cases based on his gut feeling, he knows he will be able to grow old with you

- he isn’t really in much of a rush to get married. he’ll make sure about your opinions on marrige and settling down before considering on proposals. though he does want to get married before his 30’s, at least 40’s

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- super gentle and caring both physically and emotionally. no need for explanations

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- oh he loves hugs. like loves them so much

- any chance he gets, he’ll hug you, even as simple as a hand around your shoulders or waist.

- his hugs are super warm and comforting. feeling his long arms around you, securely holding you as he rests his chin ontop of your head is like heaven

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

- it does take time even if he loved you at first sight. since young he had many walls up around him, wanting to keep his feelings safe. only once he knows you love him back, he’ll say it as well.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

- when he’s jealous there would be barely any signs. when ever he sees a person trying to be all buddy buddy with you, he passive aggressively shooes them away and sweeps you away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

- his kisses are like his hugs. soft, warm and gentle. no matter what height you are, he lives kissing your forehead or hand. y’know those fantasy scenes where the prince kisses the princess’s hand? like that. he really loves it when you kiss him on his mole or lips, it’s just so cute

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- oh he’s amazing with children. like he can calm them down, make them happy, comfort them with only his words. best malewife fr fr

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- due to his lawyer job, he wakes up pretty early to get ready, but not before kissing your forehead

- on weekends, he also wakes up early cause he still needs to work on his cases. but with enough puppy dog eyes, he’ll definitely cuddle you till you fully wake up, or atleast stay in bed with his computer, combing through your hair with his free hand

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- mornings usually apply to nighttime as well. he has a lot of work so he doesn’t tend to get home early. after a long day at his office, he’ll cuddle up with you immediately, sometimes falling asleep in his suit

- on days he works at home, he’ll sit in bed with you as you try to fall asleep, working on his computer. he tries not to wake you or disturb you while working but once he looks over at your sleeping figure, he cant help but smile and put his computer away to cuddle you

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

- he’s actually pretty quiet about his opinions. die to his past, it’ll take a while for you to learn how he was raised

- he never wants to overwhelm and burden you with his worries so he might reveal things at a slow pace

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- oh he has a ton of patience. unless it’s something harmful or hurtful, he doesn’t get angered a lot. it’s the skill of being a lawyer really, he has good composure

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

- he remembers everything. picture perfect memory (make’s his past sadder)

- if you mention a cool book or thing you might like, he’ll gift it to you immediately. even in passing while glancing through a shop’s window. he’ll remember everything about you

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- when the first ‘i love you’ was said. he will never forget how he felt, butterflies in his stomach as he either heard or said it. it was just so wholesome

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

- oh he is super protective of you, not in a possessive yandere way though. he just makes sure you’re okay and comfortable during anything and everything and will help you calm down if overwhelmed

- honestly he feels protected with the sign of security. being secured down in a life routine and trustworthy relationship makes him warm in the stomach

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

- he is amazing at dates, anniversaries, dates and gifts but chores? that might be too much for him to handle

- he tries his ever so loving best but somehow he does something wrong. he’s so funny and cute

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- in ulyesses fte, he fomments on when wolfganf and him were bunk buddies, wolfgang would tend to leave his clothes everywhere and even not knocking before going into the bathroom. he was so irritated that he switched rooms to be with wenona

- pretty self explanatory

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- he wants to look his best for you. he’s always so used to being proper and polite in front of the jury but he puts extra effort when ever he’s metting with you. after a while in the relationship, he’ll let his guard down and not slick his hair back 24/7

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- yes yes yes

- if you guys ever break up, it’ll damage his emotional state badly. he always thought he had amazing intuition and really picture a future with youso it would break him if things didn’t work out

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- whenever you hug or kiss him outta no where, he’ll become bright red.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

- if they hurt others intentionally. big no no

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

- takes him a while to actually lie down in bed and try sleep but once his head hits the pillow, he’s out. he won’t even be sleepy but when he lies down and either you’re not there or sleeping, his body just knocks him out. maybe he should get more sleep if it’s that bad 💀

`mika-sob

[frickingnerd]

yandere wolfgang akire

pairing: wolfgang akire x gn!reader

tags: manipulative wolfgang, wolfgang isolating the reader

wolfgang is manipulative yandere! 

he's completely infatuated with you and he wants to make sure you feel the same way about him

to make sure of that, wolfgang tries to keep you as close to him as possible, though occasionally he'll distance himself from you, to see if you'll come back to him

he's very well aware of the things he is doing, but he hopes that you aren't

wolfgang tries to isolate you from other people, so you'll be even more dependent on him and have to spend more time with him

wolfgang has no intentions of hurting you with anything he does, quite the opposite

he knows that you can be rather naive and just wants to protect you – from other people and from yourself! 

he'll make sure to keep you away from people he thinks are a danger to you or your relationship with him

he can't have you be close to anyone that shows any sort of romantic interest in you

wolfgang knows how persistent some men can be and that they'll use your kindness against you, just to get closer to you

wolfgang wants to protect you from those types of people! 

they don't deserve someone as kind and gentle as you!

he's the only one who's worthy of you!

[cl0wnedren]

Pretty pretty please Wolfgang x Reader… Any format you want, hc, Drabble, I just want food…

If it’s not too much trouble could you make Reader and Wolfgang childhood friends that are soo awkward with their feelings? I love love looove that

rest your case, wolfie

wolfgang akire x reader

word count: 2.3k+

enjoy gang. a/n i forgot about the awkward feelings thingy so i think i messed up😔

Ever since the announcement of the killing game, paranoia had gripped every student, forcing them into isolation. Trust was a fragile thing, and self-preservation took precedence over camaraderie. Yet, despite the suffocating tension, you refused to distance yourself from Wolfgang Akire—the Ultimate Lawyer and, more importantly, your childhood friend.

You had made it a habit to check on him, ensuring he didn’t overwork himself. Wolfgang had always been relentless in his pursuits, but ever since attaining his Ultimate title, rest had become a mere afterthought to him.

Tonight was no exception. You found yourself standing outside his dorm, heart weighed down by concern as you rapped your knuckles against the door.

“Wolfie? Are you in there?” you called out.

There was a pause before the door creaked open, revealing Wolfgang’s familiar figure. Though he attempted a smile, the exhaustion etched into his features betrayed him.

“Ah… hello, (Y/N). Looking for me?”

You nodded, gaze flickering over his disheveled state. His eyes were rimmed with fatigue, and the crease between his brows hinted at the stress gnawing at him.

“With whatever you’re working on, I need you to call it a night,” you said, your voice tinged with quiet insistence. “You need sleep, Wolfie.”

He exhaled sharply, running a weary hand through his hair. “There’s still a lot to do… but I suppose I can stop. Just this once.”

Relief coursed through you at his reluctant admission. As he stepped aside, allowing you entry, you shook your head with a fond sigh.

“You never did know when to stop,” you murmured. “You’ve always been like this.”

Wolfgang chuckled softly, the sound laced with something you couldn’t quite place—nostalgia, perhaps. “And you’ve always been the one nagging me about it.”

You watched as he hesitated before lowering himself onto the bed, shoulders still rigid with residual tension. Taking a seat beside him, you rested a gentle hand on his arm.

“You spend so much time advocating for others, fighting battles that aren’t yours to fight,” you said quietly. “But who looks after you, Wolfie?”

His gaze met yours, the weight of unspoken emotions lingering in the space between you. And then, almost as if surrendering to the inevitability of it, he murmured, “You always do, don’t you?”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Someone has to.”

For a moment, silence settled between you—not the heavy, uneasy kind that the killing game often brought, but something softer, more grounding. Wolfgang exhaled, finally allowing his body to relax as he lay back against the mattress.

“Stay,” he muttered, eyes already slipping shut.

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible. But alright.”

You pulled the blanket over him, watching as the exhaustion finally won, his breathing slowing into a steady rhythm.

“I’ll always be here, you know,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

And for the first time in a long while, amidst the fear and uncertainty, something felt right.

[feinyan]

BEING SENT A PICTURE OF YOUR BOYFRIEND featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago, wolfgang akire, desmond hall and mark berskii.

all art belongs to @ bwenutsketches on twt. check them out! side note, this will be my last post for p:eg ‘till new years :]

@ feinyan

[hyacinthleaves]

Heh... proud blackened reader with the angst motive requester here ✋️ (can I be 🍪 anon please?)

Alsoo I saw your p:eg boys doing the kabedon to the reader post, so what about the reader doing it to them instead? Imagine kabedoning Wolfgang's 6'2 ass 😭

Yk what? Hell yeah. And I would love to kabedon Wolfgang. He'd just have to deal with it

Wolfgang Akire:

Tell me this man wouldn't blush and clutch his pearls

I feel like Wolfgang doesn't get flustered unless something genuinely confuses him and this would be something that confuses him

He has so many thoughts in his head. What provoked you to do this? Did he do something wrong? Why does he like this?

And he's also asking these questions. Just not the one about why he likes it. That's a question he'll think about on his own

He also thinks it's a bit funny because are we deadass like what intimidation factor does anyone have compared to him

But he's more concerned than amused in this moment

Kai Monteago:

Immediately feels the urge to make jokes about it but he's obviously nervous

Would probably say something stupid like "No way I got in trouble this early into the day" and it's literally like night time like dawg what

He genuinely doesn't take it suggestively or anything, he's so sure he did something wrong

Tell him he didn't do anything. Or maybe he did. He probably did

Damon Maitsu:

A battle of intimidation

You trying to challenge him makes him want to challenge you

Fitting for the ultimate debater, honestly

I can't even imagine what the two of you would be talking about, but it has to be something slightly serious for him to stay in a position like this

If it's not then he'll just move your arm and walk away but his stubborn ass needs a reason to fight his way out

He's the only one out of the three that is not concerned at all

He just doesn't really see a point

[nerdsnuff]

heeeeeey if ur reqs are still open and ure free can i ask for a wolfgang x reader in a cafe dateeee...... 🫶 yeaay thank you sm :]

CATASTROPHIC! — wolfgang akire. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warning (except allergic reactions i guess…)

IT WAS A PLEASURE WRITING THIS!!! <3 hope you got a lot of gifts… heh. i hope this fic is fun and silly for you… you never said i couldn’t add a twist :9 grrr sorry its so short and fast but happy valentines!

meow meow meow meow… was the only noise you can hear in your ears.

“wolfgang… this is—!” you gasp.

“well, what do you think?” wolfgang smiles, reaching his hand out to the view in front.

tables and chairs crowded by cats, people smiling with their drinks and desserts trying to avoid fur getting in their meals. a cat cafe!

“happy valentines, my dear. i know how you’ve always wanted to go to a cat cafe with me, i’m sorry i’ve… always been too busy to go. but we’re here now!” he peers down at your face with a smile. the most you can do is give him a hug, trying to contain your excitement.

“this is the best day ever! hell yes! thank you i love you!” you peck him on the cheek a couple of times, completely ignoring the fact that you’re in public for a moment. he lets out a small fit of giggles, pale skin reddening.

“hahah, you’re welcome! it’s no problem” you pull away from him, a bright smile on your face. “now, let’s enjoy ourselves” he pulls you to the cashier, asking to book the two of you a table.

there’s nothing more purrfect than a day with your boyfriend and a bunch of cats! it’s been about an hour since you came and funny thing… wolfgang keeps… sneezing?

“hey, honey, you okay?” you ask, as a persian cat nuzzles its flat snout on your, tail swooping underneath wolfgangs chin. “you’ve been sneezing for the past hour… and your face is red…” could he be…

“no, no, i’m fine i just— achoo!” he sneezes again upon coming in contact with the cat.

you blink, and you’re sure your suspicions are confirmed. “wolfgang… are you elergic to cats?”

his eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. a hesitant “no…” escapes his lips. his irises are looking at everything but you, which makes you squint.

“wolfgang akire… did you lie about not having a cat allergy this whole time?” you quickly lift the persian off the table, allowing it to run off to someone else. then you look back at your boyfriend with a stern look. “you didn’t have to do that you know! is that why you’re always too ‘busy’ to go here? yet is always so available to go somewhere else?”

he closes his eyes and furrows his eyebrows. “…maybe” opens his eyes to meet your very grumpy face. “look, i just felt bad. i know how much you love the idea of these places, and i love you, i—”

you cut him off by grabbing his arm and pulling him up quickly. once he stood up you give him a peck on the cheek. “you’re lucky i love you too and that we’ve paid for our food. never again are you coming back here. now, we’re going home and dealing with your allergies!” you say stern, not waiting for a response from him. behind you, he simply giggles nervously.

[wwwdotwhatdotcom]

Imagine p.eg boy meet there childhood best friend that they haven't seen in a long time and they enter the killing game as a transfer student. Kinda like Yamato from dra.

if you don't wanna do this it's completely fine

The discord decided Wolfgang and Jean. We’re cooking today. Wolfie first!!

Seeing you in the game was… horrifying. It was you, after all.

Like, imagine not seeing your best friend for years, and all of a sudden you’re both thrust into a situation where you’re going to die. Safe to say, this is a shitty situation.

How does Wolfgang handle it? Well, first, he freaks the fuck out in his room. Second, he approaches you and promises that you’re both going to be okay.

It’s… really scary to him. He doesn’t want to lose anyone, especially not you. But he doesn’t really know how to protect you, other than staying near you as much as possible.

Let’s hope it works out…

-

With Jean, on the other hand, he’s more prepared to keep you safe. Duh. Have you seen his physique? He’s STRONG!

Regardless, he’d be worried. He cares about you after all- why wouldn’t he? You were the one to encourage him when you two were little. You were there for him- and now it’s his turn to be there for you.

Jean kinda death stares tozu whenever he even suggests the idea of you dying. It’s unexpected for him, and also kinda scary.

Sorry this one’s kinda short, my brain juices dried out

[ghostycritter]

[ PROJECT: Eden's Garden Masterlist ☆ ]

• POST CHATTER SILENCE - the quietness of small talk [ Wolfgang, Grace, Ulysses, Mark ]

[strry4sprkz]

ANYTHING WOLFGANG AKIRE FLUFF PLZPLZPLz

I need to cope 😭💔🥲☹️😞😭🤣😥😞🥰🥲☹️😭🥲😞🥰🥲☹️💔🥲🥰🥲😭❤️🥲😞🥰🥲💔🥲🥰💔🥲😭💔😭

I miss him so bad

Wolfgang Akire Dating Headcanons

Wolfgang is extremely loyal to you! He’s also very protective

A little too protective, sometimes.

Death glares anyone who tries to make a pass on you

Flowers and gold jewelry are his favorite gifts to give!

He has to stop himself from spoiling you too often

He enjoys quality time with you, especially if you ask him about his job

He’ll happily tell you about the cases he deals with day to day, melting inside at how equally happy you are to listen

When you’re both too tired to do anything fancy, the two of you’ll stay in bed and watch TV together for hours

It's relaxing and comforting to both of you

But despite his charm, he's got that lingering feeling that he's almost unworthy of you, with how perfect you are to him

So he makes sure he’s always appearing at his best for you

Even if he knows you'll always love him regardless