#antonia x gn! Reader

[antonias-beloved]

꧁Antonia relationship headcanons!꧂

Bc my favorite f/o needs attention

Fluff, cute romance, reader is gender neutral, Antonia is transgender bc I said so

She showers you with gifts after every heist. Jewellery, clothes, money, paintings, anything she thinks you'll like.

She cuddles up behind you while you sleep. She loves wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face in your shoulder.

She's not used to you paying for stuff for her. You once offered to pay for her bottom surgery, and she hugged you and burst into tears of joy.

Loves cuddles. Especially when she's little spoon. She feels safe with you wrapping your arms around her.

She hates when you compare yourself to others. She thinks you're perfect just the way you are. "Look at me. There are billions of people on earth, yet I chose you. You know why? Because I love you. Nobody else, just you."

LOVES cosplays. Especially when you cosplay as her favourite characters.

Extremely protective. She will start a fight if someone starts hitting on you.

Will wake up early to make you breakfast. Especially if you're sick.

She will grab your face and cover it with kisses. It's her way of reminding you that she loves you.

Movie nights with Antonia are epic. She goes all out with the snacks, even having a special display to put them in. She also makes hot dogs and nachos, and makes a pillow fort. "How did you afford all these snacks, Antonia?" "Who said I bought them, honey?"

PET NAMES. Honey, darling, sweetheart, abbreviations of your own name, little inside jokes between you two, whatever. She loves giving you nicknames.

Stuck on a section on a videogame? Trying to defeat a specific boss? Antonia will help.

She loves when you help with her makeup. Applying her eyeliner, blending her blush or putting lipstick on. She adores it. "I don't think this lipstick will be on that long..."

She loves when you run your hands through her hair. It's like her very own stress relief.

She goes all out for holidays. Halloween, Christmas, Easter, even your birthday. Every year is always better than the next. Valentine's Day is her favourite, because she gets to shower you with all of her affection.

You wanna go somewhere? Chances are she's already looking at tickets. Especially if it's your favourite musical artist or band.

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS I SURE DO AJHXJHCJDBCJDHCHDIC

[morgana-artt]

P X GN!SICK!READER

Note: Reader is a lil sick and P won't leave them alone. Pretty short fic.

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You groan as you lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling of one of the hotel bedrooms. You sniff as your nose is blocked and your head felt stuffy, not only that but you had a puppet sitting on your bed staring at you.

"I'm fine P..." *you say before coughing, "you don't need to be by me constantly...' the puppet narrows his eyes a little, shaking his head. Ah yes, he was becoming more human at this point. His hair grew out although the colour still stayed the same, you eye him as he does with you.

"Watching...to make sure...nothing bad happens..." his voice speaks up, it was still monotone but had a hint of emotion in it. P had learned that humans get sick sometimes and it took not only you and Sophia but even Antonia and Eugénie to tell him you weren't dying.

You sigh as you move your arm above your head, moving a little to get comfortable. You sigh as you felt the hot flush on your cheeks rise. You then see P lean in, "don't want to leave..." it was true at this point that P had grown to like you. A lot. He thought you were lovely to look at and could listen to you talk forever.

You narrow your eyes more before sighing agian, "fine..." *you then feel your side move a little and see P laying down with you, looking at you with his legion hand under his head. You chuckle a little as you move a strand of his luscious locks out of his face, he takes your hand in his free one, you watch as he brings your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles. You scoff but feel more heat rise onto your cheeks, this puppet was getting to you...and you enjoyed it.

You let out a content sigh as you slowly turn on your side and move closer, his eyes widened a little but he smiles a little as you moved closer into his chest. When he wasn't covered in blood or oil he smelt pretty nice, which was odd as puppets don't smell...maybe it was because he was becoming human? Who knows.

You wrap your arm over his waist as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, your breath hitting his skin. You close your eyes as you feel his hand press against your back, pulling you closer making you smile a little.

Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad but you swore you saw the puppet smirk a little...but maybe it was just you.

[leesmustardgarden]

Cooking with a Special Puppet Headcanons

P x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: General game spoilers ofc, Sophia exhibiting the symptoms of an ED but there is a genuine canon Lore Reason I do not want to spoil sorry, P is a silly lil guy (affectionate), Gemini is a silly little guy (derogatory)

A/N: I miss taking culinary classes, so I coped by making this!! This was also an excuse to test out my new silly borders hehe

The first time you bring P into the kitchen, he accidentally makes a huge mess and feels so bad he starts avoiding the kitchen. If he needed you while you were in there, he’ll wait by the door until you come out even if it takes hours

It takes a lot of encouragement and patience to finally get him back in the kitchen, and even then he’s so careful of everything around him. It doesn’t always go well, and most of the time there’s still some accident that leaves a giant mess to clean up

It’s like watching a dragon in a china shop— every so often he catches on something and oh! Down comes all the pots and pans.

Gemini finds it hilarious but while he loves messing with P, he is also the one to tell him not to push it if he’s so stressed out and to take it little by little

P so sweet, he’s so caring and careful and yeah ok he can be mischievous but not in the sense that he’d purposefully make trouble for the people he cares for

In fact he tries to help you out by bringing around food for all the residents in the Hotel so you don’t have to do everything

Polendina takes Antonia’s meals to her and Pulcinella forces Venigni to actually eat when he forgets to

It’s very funny to watch, because as stubborn and eccentric as Venigni can be he cannot say no to his no. 1 bestie

Eugenié is silly and has to be reminded to eat (she gets too absorbed into her work), and Sophia usually refuses food. It’s worrying, but she says it’s alright and vaguely explains that she doesn’t need food 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

As the days go by and as he becomes more human and is able to control his strength better, he finally musters up the courage to ask you to teach him how to cook (which Gemini insists on being present for)

The first few times he is so shaky and afraid of everything in case it breaks, but after a few days he’ll start getting comfortable with the utensils and tools

Once he’s comfortable enough, he starts acting out small mischiefs and well

It’s hard to scold him when he’s finally overcome his fear of making a mess

“And then you carefully— No—“ The egg splats against the counter in seconds, spraying up to his freckled face. He pulls his hand up slowly, and with the most amused deadpan you’ve seen on him, turns his yolk-soaked palm to you. You don’t even fight the frown that settles on your face as Gemini coughs to hide a laugh.

“Nice one! I think—“ cough “— you’re getting better,” He says. You glare at him where P’s put him on the counter, and he laughs harder. You would strangle him, but that would probably just encourage the prick.

P looks innocently at you; his expression unchanging but a tilt in his shoulder gives away the fact that he knows what he’s doing. You’re sure that if he could laugh, he would be giggling in all his freckled cuteness. It softens your frown into fond exasperation as you reach a hand to wipe the egg off his face. He takes his clean legion hand and gently places it atop yours, pushing his cheek flush against your palm.

“Gemini is such a bad influence on you,” You say with a no heat in your voice. P looks up at you though his lashes, and you can almost see the mischief printed on his face.

“How am I a bad influence?” Gemini says indignantly, having the gall to sound offended.

You dip your hand into the bag of flour nearby, scoop out a handful, and throw it at him. He sputters and yelps, starting to complain. You’re too distracted by Gemini to notice the curious way P’s looking over at you and the bag of flour. He quietly slips his legion hand behind you when you move forward as your argument with Gemini progresses.

“That was actually so rude,“ Gemini says.

“Oh like you aren’t the one enabling him all the time.“

“When have I ever?”

“I don’t know— the art shop, for one?”

“That was such a long time ago!”

“Two days—!”

Flour hits your cheek, dusting your face in white. Gemini gets a second to laugh at you, before flour also hits him and his lamp topples over right into spilled egg. A bit away from you both, P is standing with his hands behind his back and the bag of flour peeking out from behind him. His face is twitching like it’s trying to smile, and you feel your heart melt at the sight. By the end of the day, you’re just glad the kitchen’s still standing.

[anonymergremlin]

"I want to feel you... my love"

Here is the promised repost of my first P x Reader smut fic… now… with a gn!reader. Anything to make my readers happy! I also corrected a few things… and changed some words to make it sound better in my opinion. Enjoy it!

WARNING: Smut! Grinding, finger fucking, etc.

It has been like this for a few years now. [Name] would leave the safety of the hotel in the morning, two blades in each hand, a gun strapped to their hip and a desire to fight once more. Fight for the people of Krat, who have suffered far too long. Fight for the memory of two of the most important people in their life, their bestfriend Romeo and their beloved Carlo. That motivation is the only fuel left inside [Name]’s body to keep fighting against this nightmare, even if it meant returning to the hotel exhausted and tired. But with the arrival of the good puppet, the situation changed, there were fewer puppets to fight, the number of maniacs decreased and the hope in the people's eyes began to shine again. Geppetto's puppet, P, is a blessing to everyone.

At the very beginning, [Name] kept a distance. Watching the puppet from far away. From the way Lady Antonia was looking at him and talking to him, [Name] knew that the lady thought the same way as they did. That pretty face of his, that long chestnut hair, and the way he was built - it was all too familiar. As time went on, [Name] started to close the distance between themself and the puppet, to include him into their life, to open their heart for him. P is a valuable companion, P is the chance to bring an end to the chaos, P is the One who might heal this broken heart.

[Name] never planned to go this far. They never imagined that they would end up kissing him after he came back from a dangerous mission. They never imagined that they would whisper sweet words into his ear every time he paid them a visit in their little workshop, hidden in the basement of the hotel. And of course they never imagined that they would eventually want to take him to their room to devour every inch of his body. The young adult had opened their heart for him, something he fully embraced. As he began to become more human, he started to lean towards their actions, himself becoming needy and romantic. He let himself become affected by her gestures and words, causing the desire inside [Name] to grow even stronger. Soon, they would have to devour him.

The lovers entered the hotel, drenched in blood and oil. It had become normal for him to accompany them on what they call their 'hunts'. P needs to protect them, wants to protect them, so [Name] had no choice but to allow him to join. Step by step they climbed the stairs, both of them heading towards their room.[Name] opened the door slowly and walked in, immediately removing anything heavy from their tired body. Their coat fell to the floor while their blades and firearm were gently placed on a nearby table. A groan escaped [Name]'s lips as they moved their head from side to side to release some of the pressure from their sore muscles. "Ahhh, it really hurts today. I should have been more careful.

“Mia cara”.

[Name] turned around the moment the petname reached their ears. Oh, God above, [Name] loves it when he calls them by that petname. Their orbs focused on his face, observing how his soft lips were parted slightly and how his eyebrows were slightly lowered to show his concern. "Oh, my love, it's all right. A little pain didn't stop me then and it won't stop me now," they said softly as while stepping closer to him. Their left hand found its way to cup one of his cheeks, thumb stroking across his skin. [Name] watched as he leaned into the touch, his head moving slightly to ensure that their touch reached every tiny spot. The both of them remained like this for a while before [Name] leaned in for a kiss. Their and his lips pressed against each other, both their hands now reaching for a spot on each other's bodies. 

[Name]'s body was burning. They needed him now.

With all the strength left inside their tired body, [Name] shoved him and themself backwards. A slight slap echoed through the room as his back hit the wall. The tip of their tongue pressed against his lips, waiting for P to understand the action or a moment where he would open his mouth just slightly enough to let their tongue sneak in. It was no surprise that the second possibility proved to be the true one. Without any hesitation, [Name] slid their tongue into his mouth, twirling it around his as if they were going to dance. Unfamiliar noises, noises they had never heard from him, escaped from his mouth. This tongue kiss was a foreign thing to him, but one that felt so right. He slowly began to mirror their action, swirling his tongue around theirs like a dance, toying with it. 

They both remained like this for some time until [Name] broke the kiss. Thin strands of salvia hung from both their lips, the young adult breathing heavily, and judging by the way he looked, P would probably be as well if he needed to breathe at all. Their eyes travelled over his body before grabbing his coat to help him pull it off. "Come on, love. Let's take this to the bed," [Name] whispered into his ear while they grabbed his hand.[Name] pulled him close enough to their bed before giving him a little shove. As he fell backwards into the soft mattress, his blue orbs still focused on them. If he were able to blush, he would now look like a ripe cherry.

P watched as their hands moved over their own body, tugging at each piece of cloth that covered their skin. The puppet's eyes grew wider and wider as one piece after another was removed from their body, leaving them with nothing but their natural beauty. "Do you like what you see, my love?", they asked with a cheeky smile on their face. Slowly moving closer, kneeling down on the bed right beside both of his legs. [Name] settled where his crotch would be, rubbing their lower half against his. They knew P isn't built after the normal human anatomy, certain human parts aren't necessary for a puppet like him but they didn't care. They would get pleasure from each other in a different way.

[Name] leaned forward, their bare chest pressed against his. A few strands of his chestnut hair finding its way between their fingers. They played with them for a few seconds before planting a soft kiss on top of the strands. "You're so beautiful P, like a dream in the shape of a person, like a light that keeps you secure in the dark. You are truly amazing, my love".Their attention returned to his face, watching his reaction. P looked confused but also charmed, something she could see in his sparkling blue eyes. [Name] moved their face once more closer, planting a kiss on his lips before moving them along his throat, stopping at his chest. Fingers finding their way under his shirt, carefully pushing it up to pull it off his body in one swift motion.

His chest was incredible. The skin looked so soft, so radiant and untouched. It felt like they were looking at an ancient painting. A painting that summed up the word 'beauty'. [Name]'s fingertips rubbed circles into his skin, poking him just slightly to see if he would react, and to their surprise, he did. Soft, short gasps left his lips and his back arched slightly the more they touched him. It was a delicious, alluring and erotic view, one that made the feeling inside them burn even more. [Name]'s hands found their way into his pants, pulling them down by the waistband. Leaving the puppet exposed in all his naked glory. 

Even without any sexual human parts, with no cock between his legs, he still made them lose their mind. A short moan left [Name]'s lips, a blush spreading across their face. They couldn't contain themself any longer. "P, my love, look at me. Look what you are doing to me." The young adult pressed their knees deeper into the mattress, moving their hips back and forth, grinding their body against his body. [Name] felt the slight shape of a bulge beneath them, perhaps meant to express a certain masculinity in the puppet's form, pressing against their sensitive parts. Their hands grabbed his hips, using them to pull themself deeper into his frame. He observed them satisfying their needs with his body, while they gave him the pleasure of watching them in return. The puppet's eyes glowed in a bright shade of blue, words tried to leave his usually quiet throat, but he couldn't. The sight of his lover took his breath away. 

"P... P!" they moaned over and over again. His name falling from their lips as if it was part of a beautiful song, sung by them. He watched as their genitals rubbed more and more against his artificial skin, leaving a wet trail which seemed to shimmer faintly on his skin. Their body bounced with every movement, making him realize how perfectly shape they are. The puppet loved watching [Name] show themself to him in such an erotic way. P could feel a certain sensation running through his springs as he kept his eyes on them. He was certain that if he was more human, he would feel the same way, he would feel aroused. 

As he watched them continue to pleasure themself with his body, a certain desire began to grow within him. A desire to be part of the act itself. Away from watching and enjoying the show, to be part of their pleasure. P placed one of his hands on their lower body, halting their movement. He could sense the uncomfortable feeling behind their eyes, a bad moment to stop their pleasure, but he had to do it. With his other hand, he carefully pushed them off his body, letting their body drop down beside him. [Name] was about to raise their voice but was stopped by the feeling of cold metal touching their genitals, rubbing it gently before entering their opening with his fingers "P! Ahhh... there. Yes, right there!".

His action was a little surprising. But not as surprising as the fact that he knew almost immediately where to place his fingers. P's fingers were gentle, carefully exploring their inside. Fingertips rubbing along their walls, looking for the spot which would bring them true pleasure. The puppet seemed to have grasped the concept of finger fucking far too quickly.

They moaned louder and louder, almost singing to him. His name echoed through the room. Over and over again. He began to move his fingers faster, stronger. The springs in his body almost burst at the sight of his lover in total ecstasy. His lips also tried to please his lover with wet tongue kisses, following the rhythm of his fingers. The puppet desired all of it.

[Name]'s nails sank into his back, their body trembling and their moans became choppy. With one last call of his name, they came. Their juice coated the sheets. For a moment they closed their eyes, only to open them again to see their lover curiously holding up his fingers soaked in their juice. The faintest smile on his face. As if he appreciated the result of his actions. [Name] pulled his hand away from his eyes, forcing him to look at them. Without any hesitation, they took his fingers into their mouths, licking off their own juice, aware by the way he looked that his springs were responding again.

"My love...you are so good to me. But I'm certain. We could do even more, P."

[transmimir]

“Would you like to read with me?”

Pinocchio x GN!Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 841 words Rating: G Warnings: None

 Puppets had become killers, but still, you were fascinated with him. He was simply called ‘P’, and according to Sophia, he was made by the legendary craftsman, Geppetto. She called him a special puppet, and that was clear to see the moment you’d met him. He wasn’t affected by the frenzy that possessed other puppets outside the hotel. Even more curiously, he hadn’t been bound by the laws inscribed to all other puppets. He was entirely free-thinking and autonomous, and still, he chose a path of good.

 He was a quiet, peaceful, introverted being; who helped Sophia and Geppetto without complaint. Though he had no laws to prohibit him, he still respected life, and in fact, seemed to cherish it. You’d been watching him for a while now, whenever he came back to the hotel to rest. He seemed fascinated by the Arts. He delighted in the sound of the gramophone, and sometimes stared for minutes at Antonia’s favorite painting. If you didn’t know otherwise, you’d never guess he wasn’t truly alive.

 You were watching him now as he perused a bookshelf. He skimmed the titles with a thoughtful expression before picking one out. As he opened it, you shifted closer around the corner, attempting to make out the title. Your hip bumped into a vase on accident. Panicked, you scrambled to steady it before it toppled over. You looked back up and met P’s eyes, looking quizzically at you.

 “I’m sorry,” You blurted immediately. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You were about to abscond, but the movement of his hands stopped you.

 “It’s alright,” P signed. Though you assumed he had the capacity to, you’d never heard him speak. You pointedly kept the amount of time you’d been studying Sign Language to yourself. A few moments of silence passed. “Have you read this before?”

 His stance was open and welcoming, so you approached. He tilted the book so you could read the title.

 “No, I haven’t,” you replied. The only books you’d read recently were on… okay, stop thinking about that before you started blushing and embarrassing yourself. “It sounds interesting, though,” you offered clumsily. P cocked his head and paused again before answering.

 “Would you like to read it with me?”

 You felt your heart catch in your throat, and your palms felt clammy. “Sure. I’d like that.” He smiled softly, and the thumping in your chest grew faster. He turned and walked into the lounge. You followed behind, quickly wiped your hands against your legs, and prayed they’d stop sweating. He sat down on a love seat–a couch, it was a couch– and looked back at you expectantly. You swallowed your anxiety and sat next to him. Pointedly, you ignored the fire in your nerves where his leg just barely touched yours.

 “Let me know when you’d like me to turn the page,” P signed, then opened the book and held it between you both. It was a bit awkward at first, figuring out how to read together cohesively. The fact that your brain was so frazzled just being next to him didn’t help. Eventually, you figured out a system of nodding to have the page turned, as he read faster, and you slipped into a comfortable rhythm. As time passed, your nerves calmed, and you finally relaxed.

 You were so engrossed in the book, you failed to notice when your head lolled onto P’s shoulder. P rested his hand on the page to draw your attention. You turned to look up at him, realized where your head was, and jolted away from him.

 “Sorry,” you stuttered, face hot, “I hadn’t meant to– I didn’t realize–”

 “It’s okay,” P interjected quickly. “I didn’t mind.” His kind eyes looked back at you with what you’d swear was softness. “You’re… warm.” His hands seemed hesitant, like they weren’t sure what he wanted to say. Your already flushed face felt even hotter, but there was also a giddy feeling in your chest.

 “You can feel it,” You inquired, a corner of your mouth quirked up.

 “Yes,” he nodded. “It… feels nice.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. He smiled back, almost imperceptible, but you noticed. You couldn’t meet his gaze for more than a few moments, before you instinctively looked away at the floor. You shifted to get comfortable, then slowly relaxed back against his side. He repositioned the book, but before you began reading again, you felt the need to glance up.

 Across the room, Antonia looked back at you. Your face flushed when you realize she’d probably watched the whole thing. She only gave a bemused smile before she turned away. Sheepishly, you smiled and looked back down at the book.

 You found the rhythm of reading together once more. It must have been quite a while you’d been sitting with him, because your eyes started feeling heavy. Instead of fighting, you let your eyes drift closed. You were almost to sleep when you felt cold fingers brush against your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut, but smiled anyway.

[morgana-artt]

Silent Words (P x Deaf!GN!Reader)

Note: Just a little thank you to those that commented on my previous post, y'all were so sweet in encouraging me to write, I'm not great at writing but I really hope you enjoy it! My requests are open if anyone has any ideas and I'm also open for criticism especially with things such as deafness, I want to be as respectful as I can be when writing things like that.

Note #2: The reader in this wasn't born deaf but eventually lost their hearing as a child. And pinning, LOTS of pinning because I'm a sucker for that stuff lol

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Finally getting back to the hotel, P made his way into the main lobby and greeted Sophia with a nod and she with a wave. "Hello Gepettos puppet, I'm glad you are back safe. Did you manage to get to the factory?", she asked as P nodded in reply, "That's good. Please take a rest you deserve it" she smiled as P nodded and made his way to Eugenie, his legion arm wasn't doing good and needed an upgrade.

Upon walking to that section of the room, he caught a glimpse of a new face- or the back of the head of someone he had never seen before. Remembering how Sophia said to introduce himself to new people as a way to be polite (of course when doing this outside of the hotel he had to be careful and wary), he walked towards the piano room and saw you with your back turned reading a book of some sort. He walked closer and mimicked a cough to get your attention- you didn't react. He tried again and still no reaction making him tilt his head, his eyebrows twitched, were you ignoring him on purpose? He walked a little closer before feeling a gentle pull on his arm making him turn around and see Sophia, she smiled, "They are deaf" she stated making P raise an eyebrow causing Sophia to soften her gaze. "They can't hear you which is known as being deaf, there is different types of deafness some people can still hear although poorly and some can't hear at all. They arrived here not too long ago, still... introduce yourself they're nice" she said with a smile as P turned around and faced you, so you couldn't hear? P had yet to learn about disabilites and yet it intrigued him, while he did say a few words he was rather silent for the most part which he preferred. One reason was that his voice sounded flat and the second reason was that he saw no point in being talkitive for the sake of being talkitive.

He stood up straight and walked towards you before gently tapping your shoulder causing you to turn around, your (E/C) eyes stared at him before giving him a smile. "Hello" you said quietly, P nodded his own way of a hello. "Are you also staying at this hotel?" your voice soft and a little scratchy as if you didn't want to disturb the silence of the library. P nodded, he pointed to your ears making you blinked in confusion before realising what he meant, "Ah, yes. I can't hear, haven't been able to since I was 8" you explained to the puppet who watched you intently. "Are you...P? I've been told there was a special puppet around and I'm assuming you're him?" you asked, P as usual gave a silent nod, still looking at your ears. A voice called out for P, it was Eugenies. P bowed to you before making his way to his legion arm upgrader, you smiled as you faced back to the book in your hand.

Sometime passed and P made his way to the piano room again but found you with Miss Antonia, he watched as you were moving your hands in certain ways without opening your mouth and speaking while Antonia was chatting with you.

This interested P, you were moving your hands and fingers in certain ways towards your face and outwards. He walked towards you making you turn your head, you waved and noticed him staring at your hands, "I'm using sign language, it helps me communicate more easily without having to speak" you said, your voice hoarse which indicated that you didn't speak very often yet made the effort to explain it to him which stirred something in him. You, forcing yourself to use your voice in order for him to understand your movements made him feel a bit bad (though how is that possible? He was just a puppet after all). His eyebrows furrowed as he scooted closer to you and pointed to your hands then at him to then you, you blinked as Antonia chuckled "I think he wants to learn from you" she stated as you let out a small 'oh!'.

You smiled at him and excused yourself from Antonia and sat on the couch and waving your hand for P to come sit with you which he did. "I'll teach you some simple conversations" you said as you began to teach him things like 'Hello', 'How are you?', 'I'm feeling...', etc... It took him a while to move his hands in certain ways (especially his legion arm) he made a few mistakes but that only made you smile before correcting him. 'There you go! You did really well!' you signed and clapped, he hung his head a little as if getting embarrased and also feeling something stir in him more. 'Thank you...' he signed back, he enjoyed this and wanted to learn more but he saw the time and pointed at the clock making you turn your head, 'ah...probably should go to bed. Thank you for taking the time to learn with me P, stuff like this...means a lot' you signed and stood up along with P, 'Goodnight P' you signed before gently touching his arm making the cogs in his chest turn even more. With that, you walked off to bed. P watched you before putting his head down, he felt determined to learn more as he enjoyed speaking that way and with you no doubt.

He walked to Antonia on anything about sign language, she located him to a section of books that would help him and he set off to learn. At times through the days you would catch him reading intently, "P? What are you reading?" you said as he then quickly hid the book at his side and signed 'Nothing important. Also you don't need to talk, it's okay', you blinked 'oh? Have you been practising?' you chuckled as he stared at you, he WAS practising and he was doing it for you so you didn't feel obliged to use your voice and hurt your throat more.

As the days passed, you were still staying at the hotel and was sitting next to the fire with the hotels cat in your arms. During the days, you would converse with P via sign language and you noticed him getting better and better which made you have a sense of pride as you thought it was really sweet of him trying. Staring into the orange wisps of the fire you heard footsteps approach, turning your head you saw your puppet friend approach you as he sat next to you. 'Busy day?' you signed, 'Yes, many puppets, I can smell the oil...it stinks' he said, his face scrunching up. You could see him changing more and more every time he came back and with the biggest change of them all- was his hair. You really liked it like that and wanted to play with it, would P be okay with that? 'Hey, P...' he tilted his head at you, 'can I...play with your hair?' you signed to him making him sit up straight- he nodded a bit too enthusiastically for his liking but he liked all the little touches from you, despite not being able to hear you, you would sit next to him as he tried to play the piano with your hand on top of the instrument and feeling the vibrations with your eyes closed and your shoulder touching his. He loved moments like that.

You smiled and sat in front of him, his legs opened with you between them with your own legs at the side of his waist as you ran your fingers through his silky brown/blackish hair. His eyes immediatly closed as he felt his ergo stir inside him, he leaned closer to you pulling you closer by your waist making you blush, his head now into the crook your neck as you played with his hair. With becoming more human he could now smell so him being able to smell a soft almost flowery scent from you made him move closer into you, he pulled back after a few minutes and looked directly into your eyes for signing, 'You smell nice', ah... bless this puppet he was so direct that he forgot humans get a bit flustered at stuff like that- you included. Your face heated up more, 'Antonia was kind enough to lend me a perfume-', 'It suits you' he replied back as he went back to the position you two were in previously. You had a feeling he knew what he was doing sometimes. Cheeky thing.

With more days passing you and P would have fully fledged conversation in sign language, the only person who really understood was Antonia but she didn't take notice of your private conversations...sort of. She would catch phrases here and there. She smiled as she glanced at the two of you sitting on the floor signing away with a smile while P would stare, his gaze looking more lovingly as the more you delved into your story. P would glance at your hands and at the one that was closest to him, the more time he spent with you the more he wanted to be close to you and with this language you were speaking with just the two of you he felt so close to you. It was just him and you, conversing in your own little world and he enjoyed that.

Later one night you were looking out the window, getting to the Krat hotel was dangerous you remember almost being hit as you didn't hear puppets and it frustrated you. You can fight but you're no where near as good as P or even a stalker. You sighed but any feeling of despair was quickly washed away as you felt a familiar presence next you and knowing who it was you didn't bother to turn around and smiled as you felt a head on your shoulders. 'Hello you' you signed as P leaned closer to you, 'You aren't asleep yet? Are you okay?' he asked and you shook your head 'I'm...doing okay. The city has become so...isolating and depressing it's hard not to think about it how many lives have been lost and how lucky- or unlucky- I am to have to surived for so long.' You faced P, 'P...I know it's only been a few days but...I really care for you. I'd even call you a dear friend and even a...ahem, well, You've done a lot for the people of Krat and I just hope you know that you have my support no matter what. P, I...' you couldn't say it. The three words you wanted to say, they wouldn't come out, as if your fingers were frozen and refused to budge. You sighed, 'I should probably head to bed now...would you like to join me?' you asked shyly as P nodded not a moment after.

You were already in pj's and watched as P took his coat and shoes off now only in a plain shirt and pants (which were thankfully clean) and headed into the bed with you, laying next to you he gently moved his legion hand towards your face the cold finger tips grazing your ear making you shiver slightly as you close your eyes and lean closer into him, you could feel...beating? You could feel his heart beat making you smile as if it was like music to your touch. It wasn't long before you drifted off to sleep knowing P would alert you if anything were to happen.

Without your knowledge, P signed you something that you wouldn't be able to see but he meant every word of it. The three words that wouldn't come out of you either.

'I love you'

And with that he pulled you close, hoping one day he'll get to express those words to you but for now he enjoyed all the little moments with you and that was good enough for him right now.

[leesmustardgarden]

Gardener/Botanist Reader Headcanons

P x (gn) reader

A/N: Completely self indulgent. I love plants, flowers, mushrooms— any sort of flora mystical or otherwise. I think, considering how much was delegated to the puppets the need for gardeners would be less and less. That aside, people are stubborn when it comes to art and caring for such plants is, in my opinion, nothing short of art.

Warnings: Game spoilers just all around, P and Gemini are a little stupid in this one (I am very fond of them), Lots of bouncing around concepts, tell me if I need to add more

The art of gardening was dying amongst the people of Krat, despite its rich ecosystem and peculiar plants, as it had been delegated instead to the Puppets of the city

When the puppet frenzy set in, almost all of the knowledge gained from Krat’s flora died with its people and with its puppets

Except you had survived, taken in by Antonia in the hotel, and offered her your services as thanks for the safety and security the Hotel provided

You were close with Antonia, saw her almost as a peculiar aunt. In turn she was fond of you and loved to share any of Krat’s secrets during the few times she could muster the strength to visit the gardens or you took a break and stepped inside.

When P first came by and stopped at the inner gardens, you gave him a once over before bluntly telling him not to mess about the bushes. You weren’t otherwise perturbed by his presence.

One of the few things Antonia seemed to hesitate speaking about was Gepetto, and so you had your reservations about a puppet made by him. He seemed… nice, though. Polite. Definitely very sweet.

He had come to check out the puppet dummies Eugenié was talking about, and was intrigued by you.

You kept him coming back to the garden, but most times he’d make an excuse about wanting to try out a new weapon of sorts. Not that he needed to make one— as long as he didn’t out right hurt the plants you didn’t mind.

Honestly avoids touching the plants incase some complication arises and they die or something. Doesn’t want to disappoint you, the silly guy.

Every subsequent visit comes with his awkward (albeit endearing) attempt to get to know you, and what starts off as a tentative friendship blooms into mutual pining.

P is a quiet visitor when he’s in the gardens, content to ask a question and hear you ramble on for however long you want to.

That doesn’t mean he won’t indulge your questions.

He’ll spend just as long recounting his adventures in Krat if you ask for it, sheepish and sweet as he censors the more… unsavoury moments of his journey.

In game, your character gives a bit of exposition to the flora of Krat. You tell him the certain conditions some plants thrive in, talk about the weather conditions in relation to that, etc. but you also talk about the meanings of each one. It’s from you he learns to communicate through flora.

More than that though, when you mention something specific of certain flora, it becomes a little sidequest for him. He’ll take back a little piece of it to show you and you start trading him items every time he does.

Not wanting it to be a one-sided thing, you give him pressed flower charms, amulets, floral accessories, and even some shiny things you’d picked up like quartz.

The greatest reward is maybe like a little gardener costume. To match with you, you know.

And listen, whatever you give P, he treasures. If you gave him a spare gardening uniform he’d wear that the whole way throughout Krat he’m so silly.

There’s a lot of clumsy and endearing gestures from his end.

One time he accidentally misunderstands you and makes a bouquet asking for your hand in marriage and you about have a heart attack.

You explain both the message and meaning of the bouquet to him, and while he isn’t fussed or embarrassed at his mistake he makes note of it

As he progressively becomes more human, his expressions more lively and his voice more open, your relationship develops further.

His own interest in flora flourishes. He starts trying to record the plants he comes across somehow— either by learning how to draw or asking Venigni to make some sort of camera.

He often thinks of you when he finds a peculiar plant, wondering if it would be ok to take it to you. If he had the means to just take record of it instead he’d show that to you

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get you flowers still though. He’ll pick out flowers while weighing in his mind if it’d disrupt the ecosystem too much, and once he has them he does his best to arrange them in a pretty manner.

Gemini actually helps him here, giving him ideas for things like the wrapping, telling him to do things like use newspapers or something of the like to bundle them up

At some point the two idiots genuinely consider breaking into an arts and crafts shop because Gemini thinks it might be a good idea, and P just doesn’t know enough to argue that it isn’t

“I mean, the shop is closed down right? Nobody would mind if we just stole a ribbon… or two! Nobody’s using them anyways!” — Gemini

When he regains Carlo’s memories, he feels a little embarrassed about that and refuses to ever mention it again. Gemini makes fun of both of them somehow without being ashamed

When even Gemini fails at figuring out how to decorate flowers, P goes to the other Hotel inhabitants

Sophia’s got such a lovely eye for them, and knows how to arrange a bouquet beautifully and loves to help, and Antonia finds the whole thing adorable and loves to tease P lightly but offers genuinely good advice

Polendina is the perfect butler of course, so he knows his bouquets and is happy to help with them, and while he’s seen metal more than he’s seen flowers at the factory, Pulcinella is just as good

God forbid he asks Eugenié or Venigni though. They might be great at what they do but they’ll put together the most foul colour arrangements known to man.

Eugenié finds out about one (1) poisonous plant and decides it’s a great idea to make a whole bouquet of them. Venigni just picks out the flowers he likes the most, or the ones that match with his outfit, without… really knowing how to match it to his outfit.

I don’t even want to bring up Geppetto. Man would probably sit P down and spend hours agonizing over the arrangement of the petals and pollen like the little control freak he is.

But it gives P a nice break from Krat’s troubles, and your joy at the bouquet makes it worth it every single time

By the end of it, the flowers spill into the hotel, spotting the place with life and colour that makes it feel like maybe the world isn’t as dead and gone as it might be

[morgana-artt]

Ok sooooo I kinda got an idea for a wholesome P x Reader oneshot/headcanons/whatever:

P catches the reader preparing a birthday gift for Antonia (like a painting, flowers, or whatever) and is curious about it. The reader then explains the concept of birthdays to him and asks him when his birthday is. Since Pino doesn't know, the reader then declares that the day he first stepped into the hotel is now his birthday. Afterwards Pino asks when the readers birthday is and also tries to prepare a small present for them (like something he found outside when he hunts down puppets :') )

I know this is a lot so feel free to ignore or shorten this request if it makes things easier

Thank you :)

Anon I could kiss you rn this is such a cute idea, thank you for the suggestion! I hope I've managed to write down what you wanted to your satisfactory!

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Birthday Gifts (P x GN!Reader)

Today was a special day for a certain someone and that was Antonia, the owner of Hotel Krat, it was her birthday and you decided to make her a gift with the help of Polendina of course.

You thought about making her a bouquet of flowers, the gift itself was universal (unless you were allergic then...probably not) but Polendina did say Miss Antonia loved flowers and you found some in the hotel garden. "Miss Antonia does love Roses, however, she does have a soft spot for Lilys" the puppet next you explained and you nodded, "then these would be perfect!" you smiled as you gently took the flowers from their place in the garden.

As you and Polendina were sorting flowers out, a curious puppet made his way to the door to the garden and watched you two. P watched as you were plucking up flowers, he caught a few words like 'Gifts' and 'Birthday' and judging by your facial expression that meant a good thing, he noticed you two finishing up and walked back inside and pretended to be busy and once the two of you walked past him he caught the conversation.

"I'll arrange these flowers for her, could you get me some ribbon, please Polendina?", "Of course, (Y/N)." the taller puppet then walked away and in came the smaller puppet.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see P, you greeted him with a smile "Hello, P! How are you?" He shrugged before pointing at the flowers in your hand, "oh? Ah, these are for Antonia as it's her brithday today and I wanted to give her a gift!" you explained causing P to tilted his head in confusion, you blinked before realising that he may not know what a birthday even was. "Right, so when humans are born it's whats known as their 'Birthday', y'know? Birth-Day? The day they were born. So every year, on the same day you were born on usually you get wished "Happy brithday!" or get gifts for that person and even a card! But even just wishing them a happy birthday is good enough, especially those who can't afford gifts, although making handmade gifts is just as nice!" you explained with a smile. P listened intently before looking down, "Do...puppets have birthdays?" you blinked, "well, sure! I don't see why not! Do you know when your birthday is?" you asked and got a headshake in response. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows, "Hmm...well...how about this-" P's head looked up at you, "-since the day you walked into the hotel is now your birthday!" P frowned at this, that meant his 'birthday' had already passed and he wouldn't get gifts, especially from you.

You caught onto this and softly smiled, "Technically it has passed buuuuut...we can still celebrate it, it'll just be a few days late thats all!" you said as Polendina got back to you with rippons and a card before setting off back to the front desk.

P watched as you delicately put the flowers together within the ribbon and tightened it in a neat bow, you then wrote in the card and glanced at P before looking back at the card before writting in it again. You stepped back and let P read what you wrote, 'Happy birthday, Antonia! May you have a good day today and thank you for everything! Love from (Y/N) and P.' P glanced at you with a raise eyebrow making you giggle, "Thought it would be nice to involve you too" and with that you placed the card within the bouquet and took P's hand before making your way to Antonia.

"Hello you two" Antonia greeted with a smile, despite trying to keep a calm attitude you could clearly see Antonia getting weaker but you didn't say anything although it was sad to see.

"Morning, Antonia. Happy birthday to you! Me and P, with the help of Polendina, made you this!" you said, P glancing at you in slight confusion as he had nothing to do with it, you subtly winked at him before handing the bouquet to the lady who sheltered you all from the dangers of Krat. With a small chuckle she took the flowers from you and gazed softly at them, "Thank you, dearie. these are lovely." she said as she softly touched the petals, seeing this P felt something stir in him as it made him feel...warm. He liked seeing Antonia smile and loved it even more seeing you happy with what you made her. He wanted to do the same for you too, afterall you, like Antonia, immediately greeted him with open arms as soon as he entered the hotel.

You stayed with Antonia for a few more minutes before heading into the garden again with P, "see? Something as small as that can make someone feel special" you said as you smiled at the unpicked flowers, P looked at you as he wanted that for you too. He took a hold of your sleeve making you look at him in questions. "When is...your birthday?" he asked softly looking at you, you blinked "mine? Ah, its passed. It was a month ago but that's okay!" you played it off but P wasn't having it. If it was okay for him to have a belate birthday it was okay for you to have one too, he simply nodded as you two stayed in the garden a while longer.

P was heading out as he needed to head towards the Opera House and walked towards you to say his farewells, you were at the front desk writing something up and turned to P once he was close.

"Leaving now?" you asked softly, "Do be careful, I...hate that you need to do this but I get it" you sighed as P gently touched your arm comforting you, you smiled and wished him goodluck.

He WAS going to the Opera house but instead was looking for a gift for you, he knew you liked trinkets and even paints so thats what he was going to try and get you. It took him a while but he found what he thought was the perfect gifts for you: some paints as he noticed you loved to paint a few times and a locket that he found outside one of the shops (which was thankfully clean and not damaged). He felt something stir in him as he also felt a sense of pride in getting you something for your belate birthday and in all honesty, he didn't really care about getting a gift from you. He just wanted to see you smile.

Stepping into the hotel lobby he noticed you in one of the chairs reading a book, he stepped forward and gently tugged on your sleeve causing you to look up and greeted him with a smile. "P! You're back! But...you weren't out for long. Is everything okay?" you asked worryingly, P nodded as he took your hand and gently pulled you up the stairs and into one of the hotel rooms. Once in a room he sat you down on the bed and sat next you, you tilted your head to him "is everything okay, P?" you asked again before he shielded your eyes, "oh?" you felt something be placed in your hand, feeling his hand pull away you glanced at what he placed in your palm. It was a wrapped up box. "A gift? Oh you shouldn't have P" you smiled before undoing the ribbon. You gasped as you saw the objects within the box, "Oh, P...is this my birthday gift?" you asked as you looked at him softly, he put his head down a little feeling a bit shy.

You took out the locket, "this is lovely, P. Hey, put it on me please..." you asked as you handed him the locket, he unclipped it and you turned your back to him. You felt him place the locket over your head and clipped it back together, feeling the coldness of his legion arm almost made you shiver. You smiled as you felt the locket, there was a small bluejay engrained in it. You turned to him before leaning in and softly kissed him on the cheek, "This is the perfect gift P but...I haven't got you anything-" before you could continue you felt him place his head on your shoulder, "That's...fine." He mumbled as he nudged into you closer making you smile. "Happy birthday, (Y/N)..." his voice whispered, "and happy birthday to you too, P" You whispered back.

[morgana-artt]

First Meeting (P x GN!Reader)

NOTE: So this is my first x reader, I've checked for mistakes but if there's still any I do apologise and I hope you enjoy it!

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You were sick of this, sick of everything that has happened in Krat. Everything had happened so suddenly with puppets murdering people and people becoming sick because of the petrification disease, you were just someone who visited Krat trying to look for work and yet you got more than you bargained for.

Trying to dodge the puppets and even people who tried to pull a fast one on you, you managed to finally get to the hotel that was supposedly a safe place. Upon entering you were enriched with how big this place was and even how clean it was despite the random luggage bags that were sprawled out in certain places within the hotel, probably from the sudden panic everyone would've been in during the attacks, poor sods.

Walking in you were greeted by an elegant looking lady in blue, she smiled and approached you "Hello, are you here for refuge?" she spoke, her voice as soft as she looked. You nodded,

"Y-yes...I heard that this was pretty much the only safe place in Krat, I hope I'm not barging in on anything I can leave if it-", she shook her head, "No, no! Please stay, Miss Antonia kept this hotel open so people could stay in. You're more than welcome" she gave a small smile. You softly chuckled and thanked her before taking a seat near what appeared to be the library, you noticed a woman in a wheelchair gazing at the painting in front of her, you greeted her as she did to and turns out that was thee Miss Antonia that Sophia mentioned.

With the greetings done you decided to take a look at the books which you weren't really invested in but it was something to pass the time with, you also noticed the piano, you yourself never learned how to play but you do remember your mother playing one a few times when she had the time.

About to sit down you heard the door at the back of the hotel open and footsteps approach, you heard the soft voice of Sophia talking with the person who just arrived, you peeked out from the library and noticed a person that was in blue attire and what you noticed mostly was the metal arm they had, 'A prosthethic?' you wondered before looking up at the back of the head of this person. Their hair was between black and brown you couldn't tell but the person turned around you swore your heart stopped a second, they were beautiful and certainly looked out of place wihtin the broken city of Krat. Upon seeing the two finish their conversation you saw Sophia point her head towards the library with a smile, the person, assuming they were a guy, looked towards the library making you jump and rush back inside the room, your face heating up out of embarassment and you went to sit down with the book you had picked.

Hearing foot steps come in you slowly peeked at the new person in the room, he looked at you and his stare was almost...puppet like? He was a bit twitchy and he just seemed odd. The boy approached you silently and tilted his head at you, was he greeting you? Was he mute? You decided to start the conversation, "Ah...hi? I'm (Y/N), I've just arrived and your name is?", he blinked silently before quietly saying "...P" "P? Thats...an unusual name, is it a nickname?" you asked as he just shrugged, "Wait...don't tell me you've been going out there?!" you exclaimed suddenly as you noticed the sword he had that was hooked to his belt, he nodded "Need...to do...a job", his monotone voice replied, "help...Krat" he said and became silent after. You blinked, "then you're extremely brave P, it's scary out there...everywhere you turn it's just violence and death..." you frowned as you spoke, "I can't even say 'I want to go home' because I don't really have a home to go to" you

continued, P just stayed quiet but you could tell he was listening very intently as he slowly sat down next you on the couch, "Home...what is home?" he asked softly, looking directly at you.

You frowned, what was home? Some people say home is where the heart is but for you your heart is just...lost. You never really had a stable life as you only had your mother who passed away when you were young and thus having you be moved around to different boarding schools which wasn't fun because being the constant newcomer had made you out to be an easy target. So no, you had no idea what the true meaning of 'home' is.

Hearing P tilted his head again, you turned to him and softly smiled before quietly saying, "I don't know...I wish i did but I don't, sorry P" you gave an apologetic smile as the boy next you blinked as you continued, "People say home is with the people you're surrounded with could be a family member, a friend or even a lover, thats one definition of home for some and for others it can be a physical building ha ha..." you chuckled dryly before going quiet. "There's...no need to be scared. I'm...going to fix this." you heard the boy next you speak up, "then maybe...you can find a place...or person to call home." he contiued making you softly smile, that was sweet of him even if you didn't fully believe him at least he was trying to make you feel better. "Thank you, P. But please be careful when you go out there...you seem like a good person and it would be a shame for you to get hurt", you said as he nodded. You two went silent as you looked through your book, noticing P moving closer and by closer it was his upper half while his lower half was still planted in the same spot, you snickered as you patted the side next you inviting him to sit next you. He took the invite and sat next you, you noticed his body felt firm and slightly cold but deciding not to comment you smiled at him. "Do you enjoy reading? I'm not really a big fan but it's a nice thing to pass the time with" you spoke, as P shook his head "I don't understand a lot of it...", "Oh? like you can't read?" you asked, "I can but...some words I don't understand..." he muttered, you gave a small smile "well...maybe I can help? Teach you the words you're not familiar with?" you offered, P looked down before looking up at you and gave you a small smile,

"I would like that, thank you."