#black rabbit brotherhood x reader

[bri-in-ur-attic]

Someday, Our Fascinations Will Align

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Do you remember the moment you fell in love? The moment when you were the only two people in the world. That splendid, magical moment when all your sadness was forgotten.

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I dedicate this to @engardeitsme <333 we share an unhealthy amount of love for the B.R.B, she also did an amazing fan casting of these idiots which is how i envisioned the brotherhood and is also writing a fic series of the battle maniac!! 100% recommend it

Heads up: kidnapping but (Name) vibes w it, typical black rabbit brotherhood violence, perspective changes, this is a long fic like over 7k so prepare yourselves

pairing is battle maniac x fem!reader , but there are implications of P x reader

longest fic I’ve ever written and its for a bunch of assholes that were punching bags for P *sigh*

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“Hopping around Elysion Boulevard doing God knows what and in the end, getting yourself hurt! Like seriously you’re running my medic supplies dry!” 

“Quit your yammering the black market will provide you more.” 

Most people shrivel at just the mention of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, yet here you were scolding the one who was infamous for putting unfortunate souls in the Liar's Coffin 

It was a simple negotiation really, in exchange for your medical knowledge and treating their wounds, considering they live life on the edge, you were sworn with protection from the Brotherhood without paying the dumb fee.

And by negotiation it went more like you were kidnapped against your own will after the brotherhood tried to rob you but deemed you more useful by keeping you by their side

For a bunch of criminals, you could tell they care for each other’s well being and soon enough, they grew accustomed to you. The brotherhood was amused by your gutsy attitude and feistiness as if you weren’t surrounded by dangerous criminals, amusement turned into respect which then turned into kindling a fondness towards you 

The Eldest, Cyrus would tease about small you were compared to him and often annoy you by holding things above your head

Buckethead was the one abusing the microphone constantly, for an oddball, he had quite an elegant name, Oswald. You liked to call him Oz for short to which he had taken a liking to, it sounds similar to odd funnily 

The baby of the group was Bonnie being merely 16 years old, at first you had no idea that there was a sister in the Black Rabbit Brotherhood as the name speaks for itself let alone one being this young. She was quite touchy by wrapping her arms around you and constantly wanting your attention by whining about the tiniest scratches she gets and wanting immediate medical attention 

And finally, the one who was currently at your mercy was the battle maniac of the group, if you were being honest all siblings were battle maniacs but whatever

You would always butt heads with him at any chance you got as he always gave the best responses to your remarks, he was simply fun to argue with

“For God’s sake go easy on tightening those bandages, my arm's ‘bout to bust!” 

“Awww is poor bunny about to cry cuz he can’t handle a bit of pressure?”

“Shut up, just do your damn job.” 

“Shame that these bandages and medicines are wasted on you.” With a huff, you finish wrapping his arm  

“Oh and it’s not a waste to use 'em on Bonnie’s paper cuts?” 

“Any injury no matter how miniscule it might seem isn’t worth not treating, one cut can turn into a nasty infection.”

Finishing wrapping the bandages you pat on his shoulder firmly

“Done, Rojo.” he winces

The brother with the red scarf hadn’t revealed his name and identity to you while the others have unconcealed themselves to you, he was a tough nut to crack compared to the others. Heck you found the Eldest to be more approachable than him 

And so you nick-named him Rojo (Ro-ho) because of his red scarf 

”Stop calling me that.”

”Oh? You don’t like Rojo? Then what would you like me to call you? How does Bun-Bun sound?”

”Call me that and you’ll be fed to those monstrous freaks.”

After washing your hands, you grab a rack with a sigh

”Look, I gotta call you something, Rojo is the best I could think of unless you spare me the trouble and give me your damn name.”

His masked face directs to you, seemingly in deep thought and then looks down on the floor 

”Elyas.” he let out begrudgingly 

”Elyas ..” you repeated in a soft tone testing how his name rolled off your tongue 

”That wasn’t so hard now was it Elyas ?” With a cheeky grin you walk out of the room 

Elyas watches your figure get out of his range of sight and takes off his rabbit mask running his hand through his dark waves 

“That woman is gonna be the death of me..”

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It had been about a month of being ‘held hostage’ by the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, overtime they let you have more freedom such as wandering through the Malum district as long as one of them was accompanying you, quite restrictive freedom but you have no combat abilities so this didn't bother you all that much as the brothers and sister pretty much acted as bodyguards

Now that the Malum District officially had a doctor, the Brotherhood originally wanted to charge those who seeked you for medical attention but you gave them an earful before they could

Today you were meeting with the Robinson family and the one escorting you was Elyas , who recently trusted you with his name

The walk was quiet and a bit tense, if in different circumstances it would look as if the the two of you were on a awkward first date due to the close proximity and stiffness 

Up ahead seeing the Robinson’s small run-down house up ahead, Elyas leaned his back against the neighboring houses 

“Hurry up, make it no longer than 10 minutes.”

”Oh what a pity, I was hoping to bake a pie with the Robinsons today.” you say sarcastically and knock on the Robinson’s door 

Civilians nearby peeped their heads out, seeing the poor doctor being held captive by the ruthless Black Rabbit Brotherhood, the residents viewed you highly for aiding the District with daily check-ups 

“That poor girl, God knows what those ruffians make her go through..” one of the civilians say

Seeing the Battle Maniac glance up in their directions, the neighbors duck their heads away 

You knock on the door and call out for the Robinsons

“Mrs. Robinson? It’s me, (Name).”

And it didn’t take long for the aged woman to open the door, her gaunt features welcome you

“Oh Doctor (Name), it is very good to see you, please come in.”

Closing the door after you come in, Mrs. Robinson leads you to her husband, who looked in better condition than the last time you saw him, the Robinson children also greet you while the oldest nods his head with a small smile 

“The echinacea tea did wonders to me. I can't thank you enough Miss (Name).”Mr. Robinson says with weak smile

“It was my pleasure, I’m glad you have been making progress to a full recovery. I was going to check on your health but it seems your immune system is doing all the work and my visitation is unnecessary.”

“Oh hush dear you are always welcome in our humble abode, you have always been very kind to us, do please stay for a little longer will you?” Mrs. Robinson directed her hand towards the living room  

“Ah I wish I could, but I’m afraid my time here is limited for I have an invisible lengthy chain on my ankle.”

“That hooligan from the brotherhood is it? Honestly I send my condolences to you for dealing with those bad men.”

“I can hold my own against them. They cannot be tamed, but they can be reasoned with.”

“I see, well good luck out there dearie, please take care of yourself too.” 

“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, best of wishes to you and your family.” With a small bow you make your way to the door

“E-excuse me, Miss (Name)?”

The eldest of the Robinson children was Finlay, though he was barely a child as he was in his young adulthood 

Now having your attention, Finlay grasps his hands together 

“If you don’t mind, may we talk for a bit?”

“Hm, I suppose I have a few minutes to spare but do make it quick, the rabbit who’s acting as my esquire isn’t known for having patience.”

With a deep breath, the fair-headed boy looks at you with a deep gaze that is laced with worry

“I hate to see you go off with the evil brotherhood, surely there must be something we can do to help you.”

With a sad smile, you shake your head

“I very much appreciate your concern Finn, but I accepted my fate and I swear on my life that I am ok. Besides, who will provide you all with check-ups if I escape this dreaded town?”

Finlay’s expression hardens “Then you don’t have to escape, hide in our home and we can take care of you just like how you’ve taken care of us.”

“Finn..please don’t risk your family’s lives and your own for me.”

“But I would risk my life for you! Because I-”

“Alright, time's up!” 

The door violently burst open revealing Elyas 

Upon seeing you and Finlay, something in Elyas cracked as he approaches Finlay in a threatening way and grabs him by the collar of his shirt 

“So you’ve been extending the doctor’s session eh? I'm afraid you're gonna have a fee for that, blondie.”

“S-sir please I’m sorry! W-we don’t have anything to give you! We're barely getting by after this month's fee!”

You immediately grab Elyas’ arm and attempt to pull him away from Finlay 

“Cut it out! I was about to leave anyway!”

“This piss-haired rat got greedy and reached over the time limit, now he has to pay the price.”

You get between the boys and with all your might push Elyas’ chest away from Finlay, while doing so, Elyas’ puppet string accidentally pricks your cheek but the minor injury barely bothered you

“Stop! It was only for a few minutes, let it go!” 

Elyas looked at you and you hear the crinkling of his gloves due to his fists clenching 

“Fine.”

Letting out a sigh of relief you look back at Finlay who still looked like he had the heavens scared out of him

“You will no longer visit this house.”

You look back at Elyas with wide eyes and before you can protest he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the Robinson's household 

“Wait a minute!..Elyas!”

With a panicked look, you look back to the house and see a distraught Finlay reaching his hand out 

“Please just stop for a moment!”

Ripping your arm from Elyas’ iron grip you rub the area and glare at him

“What has gotten into you? I know you’re a jackass but you really have crossed the line this time!”

“That beggar boy was the one crossing the line by wasting our time.”

With a sigh, you stay silent briefly

“You know.. you were a hypocrite when you called him greedy when all you and your siblings do is suck up all my time like a bunch of mosquitos.”

Now it was Elyas’ turn to stay silent, he turns to you and looks down at the small gash on your cheek

He approaches you slowly and grabs a hold of his red scarf, ripping it. He then daps the blood off that was on the plump of your cheek 

You felt almost every negative emotion under the sun towards Elyas, fear, anger, frustration and even amusement 

This was the first he made you flustered, you’ve been in close positions with Elyas before but it was when he needed treatment. Now he was willing to be this close to you to do a quite sensual gesture  

“What are you doing?…”

Elyas lets a scoff ”You said it yourself, any injury no matter how miniscule it might seem isn’t worth not treating, one cut can turn into a nasty infection.”

“Oh..” 

With a small hum, Elyas continues to treat the cut on your cheek ”Sorry.” His apology was quick and blunt but there was a hint of sincerity in it 

”It’s.. whatever I’ll treat it myself when we get back.” 

Backing away from you, Elyas’ hand hovers over your cheek and feel his finger brushing over your injury 

You look up to meet his eyes that were concealed behind his rabbit mask, sometimes you wonder how these guys could see through those atrocious masks 

Desperately wanting to see what he was thinking, you gaze into the eyeholes of Elyas’ mask, to see what the hues of his eyes were and if they even held light

You wanted to see his humanity

Immediately he withdraws his hand away from you and makes a quick turn to continue his way 

“Let’s go.” 

Recovering from what just occurred, you slowly make your way behind Elyas

”I’m still gonna visit the Robinsons.” 

“You won’t be a mile radius near that shithole when I’m around.”

”So what you’re saying is as long as you're not breathing down on my neck I can visit them?”

”What I’m saying is if I see you interact with that scrawny piece of shit, no treatment will ever be able to cure what I’ll do to him.” 

It felt like Cyrus slammed his greatsword on him when Elyas realized what he had just said, visibly stiffening but regained composure  

Then it hit you, Elyas was jealous 

This new found discovery both appalled and terrified you 

He was the equivalent of a school boy who was crushing that just happened to have violent tendencies towards his rivals, it seems you won’t be visiting the Robinsons for a while for Finlay’s sake

You couldn’t but help feel bad for the poor boy, his feelings towards you was obvious but you never really saw him that way, sure you thought he was adorable and very kind but he just was never really your type unfortunately 

But Elyas?..

The both of you didn’t quite have a pleasant start and to this day you had lingering feelings of resentment towards him and his siblings

Despite that, your fondness for them grew more than your grudge 

After all they guaranteed you safety when you weren’t even sure if Hotel Krat could be a place to seek refuge and for better or for worse there was never a dull day with the brotherhood. You weren't just surviving, you were living

And the somewhat intimate moment you just shared with Elyas and how he and his siblings aid each other is enough for you to believe that the brotherhood has a soul that was tainted due to the result of evolving in a harsh environment 

Hiding your smile, you follow Elyas towards the Red Lobster 

Oswald and Bonnie were present, hanging out and having some downtime

”We’re back, but I’m gonna head back to headquarters real quick, don’t you knuckleheads plan something idiotic when I’m gone.”

Oswald only waves his hand dismissively and Bonnie sticks her tongue out at Elyas 

“How was your trip (Name)?” Bonnie asks in a cheerful tone

”Phew it was quite something, I’ll tell you that.” You place your hands on your hips and bounce on your feet making eye contact with Bonnie with a nervous smile 

“Speaking of trips, I call the shots on taking our doc through Malum next week! I haven’t done errands with her in a long while!”

”Hey! It’s my turn to hang out with (Name)! I thought we were following the pattern!” Bonnie complains and lightly shoves Oswald 

“Since when did we ever agree to that? It’s whoever gets to her first the one going little sis!”

With an audible pout, Bonnie sits back down on her seat

”Not fair! (Name) please tell him off!” Bonnie drags out your name

”No can do Bon, first come first serve.” You say with a cheesy grin

”I’ll beat you to her Oswald! You’ll see!”

”Oh really? Well that’s a shame ‘cause I already got to her!”

Oswald dashes from his seat and grabs you by the waist hoisting you over his shoulder 

“Oz! This is very unnecessary!” trying to hide your grin but fail as you grab onto his shoulders 

“Hold on tight doc!~”

Bonnie jumps from her seat and dashes towards Oswald who was now carrying you 

The two siblings laugh hysterically chasing each other while you cling on to dear life to Oswald’s shirt and join in on the laughter

“What did I say about planning something idiotic while I’m gone?”

Elyas voice suddenly echoed throughout the room causing the siblings to stop 

“Ahh lighten up brother, we were just having a little fun!”

”Not much fun anymore when you’re dizzy! Now put me down Oz!”

“Alright alright down you go doc.” 

Setting you down with ease, Oswald then wipes off invisible dust off of you

“There you go all in one piece.” 

“Quit touching her. Now scram, Cyrus asked for you and Bonnie back in headquarters.”

”Huh? What for?”

Elyas simply shrugs

Oswald let out a loud groan ”It better be good, c’mon Bonnie.”

”Watch my cheesecake for me (Name)!” Bonnie then scurries out of the room right behind Oswald 

“Hey, what did Cyrus ask them for?” 

“Nothin’ I was jesting.” 

You shoot Elyas a blank stare 

“Don't give me that look, I don't want to deal with their annoying asses when I play this.” 

Elyas held up a record and walks over to the gramophone 

Once he plays the record, an elegant sound of a violin plays along with an accordion that harmonizes with each other

The gramophone changes the setting of the rundown tavern of the Red Lobster into a more elegant atmosphere, both you and Elyas lean against the bar table. The sound of the singer’s rich voice singing in a language you somewhat understood

“Say Elyas, do you comprehend French?” 

He only shakes his head “I never knew what the hell the guy was saying, I just like how it sounds.”

“From my limited French knowledge, what I’m getting at is that the singer is longing to meet his departed lover..”

Concentrating on the singer’s words you close your eyes 

“You will come back

Someday

Someday…”

Halfway through the song there was a solo 

“And..listen to my heart,

I will wait for you

Even if my heart hurts..

So that you can hear my words

I will wait for you..

I will wait for you..”

The record meets its end as the accordion slows down fading away bringing you back to the dreary tavern 

“Since when did you understand French? "

"I'm not quite fully fluent in it, the Monad Charity House taught some classes."

"You went to that Charity House?"

With a nod of your head you continue, then grabbing the chain of your necklace, you show Elyas your graduation necklace that was hidden under your blouse 

"Yup, I grew up in the Charity house and wanted to become an Alchemist at first but I couldn’t read alchemical equations for the life of me. However I liked science enough to pursue the medical field."

“I see, glad you didn't join those egotistical smartasses.”

”Heh, I suppose so, I didn’t even like them all that much if I’m being honest.” You look at Elyas “Seeing how you and your siblings ar-were Stalkers, were you all in the Charity House as well?” 

Elyas notices your slip up and crosses his arms “Nope, the four of us grew up in the alleys, the Sweepers in our area taught us since we were young.” 

“Oh, it must’ve been rough growing up in such a place.”

“But it’s what made us strong and outlived the other weak fools. We survived this far, and we will continue to do so together as a family.”

Turning your head away from Elyas you chuckle softly

“What’s so funny?” Elyas asked in a condescending tone 

All this time, you believed the Puppet Frenzy and the Petrification disease brought the worst out of humanity, from those who exploited Krat’s vulnerable position and ransacking homes, to survivors who were now in a dog eat world where the strong live and are victorious while the weak can only hope for a quick death 

There were countless times when the Brotherhood made it clear they couldn’t give a rat’s ass about fighting with honor, as former Sweeper Stalkers it was in their psyche to survive and win, simply that. But there were cracks to their rough exterior, their love of family for one another. 

The reason the Black Rabbit Brotherhood lived this long was their camaraderie and sticking together as a family. 

And most recently there was another Achilles heel to their bruteness, you.

The feeble yet firm doctor who doesn’t carry a sword but a stethoscope and briefcase full of instruments to life. Unlike the brotherhood, gentle and merciful 

“It’s just, you four are a group of delinquents with disregard for others, but I find it quite endearing that you all got each others’ backs. You all understood you were stronger together.” 

“Oh? Getting all sappy on us now, are we?”

“Quiet you, I still don’t like how you treat the poor civilians here and would find an escape route at any given chance.” you didn’t quite mean that last part, but you wanted to get a reaction from Elyas to get back at him

And it seems to have worked too well as Elyas stayed silent and motionless with his teasing disappearing in an instant 

“Would you.. actually?..”The tone of his voice almost makes you feel bad, the desperation and worrying riddled in his words

Caught off guard by Elyas’ question you stutter out “Uh-Uhm yeah..I would.”

You side eye Elyas to get a glimpse of him, he faces the floor, silent

“Hey.. I was jesting.” a callback to when Elyas repeated your words 

His head suddenly turns to you, you expected him to implode on you but instead your ears were met with a light chuckle

“God…you really are a pain in the ass.”

Looking towards Elyas you also let out a soft chuckle, then you glance down on his hand that was draped on the table, there was this urge to get close to him, to feel a connection 

You already suspected he has some type of attraction towards you, and may you be damned for reciprocating them 

Slowly, your hand itches closer to Elyas’ hand. Once the tips of your fingers meet, you feel his fingers flinching, taking this as a sign he didn’t want to be touched, you pull your hand back slowly

There was a sudden pressure on your hand and the feeling of leather'

You look down to see Elyas’ hand on yours but he refuses to meet your eyes 

Instead you feel him squeezing lightly

“Hey Elyas you lying asshole! Cyrus said he didn’t fucking ask for us!” Oswald's eccentric accent breaks the peace

Immediately the both of you retract your hands 

“You just lied to steal (Name) away from us didn’t you?” Bonnie jumps down from the level rail and tugs on your arm “C’mon let’s get away from these dumb dumbs!” 

As Bonnie drags you away, Oswald and Cyrus walk up to Elyas

“Ha! If you wanted some alone time with doc, you ‘coulda just said something!” Oswald teases 

“Shut up.”

Cyrus laughs and slams his large hand on Elyas’ back making him let out a groan

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“Ah good evening Miss (Name)! What can I get for you?” The black market merchant greets you

“Say you wouldn’t happen to have some records on you would you?”

“Is that even a question worth asking? Of course!” He then pulls out a crate full of records 

“Feel free to look through this mess and pick the one you want.”

Kneeling down, you browse through the records looking for a certain one 

“Nope..nope..not this one…found it!”

Pulling out your desired record, you pull it towards your face, admiring the beautiful artwork that decorated it

“Oh? Fascination? Now that’s a classic!” 

“An oldie but a goldie. Here’s the ergo.”

“Thank you very much, oh and you’re aware that it’s the instrumental version right?”

“Quite aware, I weirdly prefer this version.”

“To each their own I guess. Well I hope you enjoy it and have a pleasant night.” The merchant tips his hat

“Thank you, good night to you too.”

You walk back where the gramophone that Elyas played earlier was. Taking out Elyas’ record gently placing it away and slipping in yours 

Resting your head on the table, you close your eyes and let the music immerse you in a different reality

It sounded as if the violin was singing, synchronizing with the backing instruments, perfectly capturing the beautiful feeling of falling in love

“You’re up late.”

Your eyes stay shut briefly and let out a deep exhale

Pushing yourself off the table, you look up to where Elyas was, you could make out his figure but couldn’t see his face where his mask usually was

On closer inspection, you noticed that his shadow lacked the silhouette of the rabbit ears his mask had

“Come now, don't be shy, I won’t run if your face is ugly.”

This might just be the first time you’ll see Elyas without his mask, the anticipation was killing you

Realizing Elyas hasn’t yet moved from his spot, you had an idea 

You turned around with your back now facing him 

“Come down when you’re ready, I’ll wait all night, I certainly won’t mind listening to this for hours.”

Then you hear Elyas’ footsteps descending down the stairs, with each step he takes it makes your heart beat faster

Just what could he look like? Masculine, feminine or a mix of both? But you have a hard time imagining a feminine face for Elyas

A gloveless hand rests your waist, while another grabs your hand, twirling you around and you meet face to face with the face you longed to see

Messy raven hair was the first sight in your field of vision 

Elyas perhaps has the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen, it wasn’t the type of blue that pierced into your soul, rather it was a calming blue, his eyes reminded you of the romantic evening nights that was once common in Krat’s skies. Elyas had quite a pale complexion, making the dark circles under his eyes more prominent. The bridge of his nose had a scar kissed on it, his appearance was almost exactly how you expected him to be, rugged but quite pleasing on the eyes, dare you say it, handsome. 

What somewhat surprised you was how young Elyas looked, he looked like a man barely in his early 20’s. At the prime of young adulthood, around the same age as you.

You’ve seen how the other members of the black rabbit brotherhood looked like, they all possessed unruly jet black hair and a birthmark somewhere etched on their faces. Elyas had a few beauty marks patched on his face, from under his cheek, chin, even one near his nose. You’re enticed to caress the moles and the scars on his face

“With the way you’re eyeing me, I can’t tell if you’re eating me up or about to run off with your tail between your legs.” 

Ignoring his teasing, you continue to gaze at him

“It’s just, you’re so beautiful…”

Elyas’ eyes widen, his face reddening and he lets out a small chortle

“You’re quite the beauty yourself, doctor.”

Bashfully, you lower your head, and lightly smack Elyas’ chest

“Hey, don’t you get shy on me now.” gripping your chin to lift your face up

Wordlessly, Elyas then guides you to the center of the floor, hand firmly on your waist still 

You stare at the decomposing wooden floor of the Red Lobster, in this moment, you momentarily forget about the dire situation around you, the disease, the frenzy, none of it mattered in this one moment. You look up to the source of your escape from reality, he looks down at you with the same amount of longing 

Everytime Elyas’ foot moves forward, yours moves back, when he leads you toward the left you follow his footing, coordinating with his movements causing the both of you to form a slow dance 

Your hand rests on his shoulder while the other is held by Elyas’, now lacking the gloves

His hands were rough, almost having a sandpaper-like feeling, years of brawling in the rigorous culture of the alleys left him with textured palms

Elyas’ gaze turns into an ambivalent expression, him two months ago would laugh at his current self for being vulnerable and soft towards the flimsy doctor. For years Elyas’ heart conditioned itself to lock itself away from tender emotions such as love, it only had room for his family, but somehow you happened to make your way into his heart and heal what the world had done to him. What one hell of a doctor you were. 

Elyas never was bothered by the fact he’s put a few people six feet underground in the past, leaving his hands stained with blood. Guilt now had a hold on him. Not for the ones slain by him, but for now tainting you, a doctor who dedicated her life to saving lives now associating herself with death himself.  

As soon as the music reached its’ climax, Elyas grabs your waist and lifts you up in the air, spinning you around and gently setting you back down leaving you in a brief daze 

As the music reaches the end, Elyas dips you down 

Slowly bring you back up, his hands still hold you, as if he wished for this moment to never end

Meeting Elyas’ eyes, your hand that was on his shoulder moves up to to cup his face and he closes his eyes, indulging in your warmth 

Soft and docile, you felt exactly how Elyas imagined

Would…your lips feel the same?

Opening his eyes, Elyas keeps them lidded as he glances down at your lips

Understanding what he was asking of you, you give him the most love-struck grin and close your eyes, leaning forward 

Like magnets, your lips pull in towards Elyas’

Bliss would be an blatant understatement, nothing could ever comprehend the overabundance of emotions you were feeling, both negative and positive 

Each movement of your lips with Elyas’ sent adrenaline of excitement and a sense of freedom, sharing saliva with a parlous man like Elyas would be considered unorthodox, but who is left in Krat to judge you?

—-

As time went on, more and more residents succumbed to the Petrification disease and more mutated monsters infested the district, ever since the Alchemists promised a so-called cure to the disease, Krat’s problems seemed to have worsened, those damned Alchemists had done something horrific to those refugees in the Cathedral.

You knew those Alchemists were suspicious from the start, this only worsens your disdain towards them

Much to your dismay the brotherhood refused to let you out in the district anymore, leaving whatever surviving residents to tend to themselves 

You couldn’t help but feel hopeless couped up in headquarters, surely there were those who have yet to succumbed to the Petrification disease that is need of medical care

Cleaning and organizing your medical tools, you hear Elyas approaching near you, he takes off his mask

Your relationship with Elyas reached a new degree, it has no label yet but the feelings are there and real. And so you just let it happen and see how it goes from there

“That frown has been common on your face these days.” Elyas says as he grabs and raises your chin, 

With a tight smile, you grab his hand on your chin and intertwine them with yours

“You know why I’ve been getting frown wrinkles.”

His eyebrows furrow “And you know why we don’t want you going out there, the world is going to hell, it’s too dangerous.”

You sigh and break eye contact, but keep your hands connected 

Stroking your cheek, Elyas leans closer to your face “You worry too much, let’s just look after each other now eh?” 

Calloused hands grab your cheek to direct your face towards him, Elyas leans forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss to which you return 

The newfound connection you’ve made with Elyas is yet to be revealed to his siblings, but you assume at this point they’ve connected the dots by now with how insistent Elyas is to be close in your presence and they bite their tongues to avoid his retribution 

Pulling away, Elyas hovers over your face 

“There’s an intruder in the District, stay in headquarters until we deal with this pest.”

Your eyebrows downturn “Intruder? Is it another Stalker?”

”Not sure, but he does wield a weapon and has competent skills with it.” Elyas stares off in space deep in thought “So stay put, will you?” Looking at you with a hardened but pleading look

With a sigh you nod 

“Thank you.” With one more quick kiss, Elyas slowly parts from you and heads out the door, “We won’t take long.” 

As you watch him leave, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread, no one outside Malum has ever made it far into the District due to the immense number of carcass monsters increasing 

But it gave you a sense of hope?

Who would be bold enough to infiltrate the den of the notorious Black Rabbit Brotherhood unless they had a motive to put them in their place. For the longest time, you thought humanity lost its willpower and strength, God knows what’s happening to the world outside of Krat. Despite your affections for the Brotherhood, you can’t help but respect the one who has the guts to face them. And it’ll be a shame if Krat’s last spark of hope gets snuffed out.

With a determined look, you go against Elyas’ wish. Grabbing a cloak and a small messenger bag, you make your way up to the roof

—-

The Malum District was the embodiment of misery and despair, P never thought that he'd ever miss the Puppets that he once loathed and wished to eradicate 

Any sight of puppets would be a welcoming sight compared to these monstrous sights 

As he makes his way through the streets, P notices writing on the walls

‘The Angel of Malum, Doctor (Name) where are you? Please we need you!’

‘Damn the Brotherhood for taking away our Angel!’ 

‘Prayers for the Angel of Malum, our beacon of hope’

This (Name) person must’ve be an important figure in the Malum with how many memorials he’s seen for this doctor 

While observing the walls, there was a sudden groan heard from one of the houses

Raising his weapon, P stalks closer to the source of the sound

Heading inside, a gold-haired man was the first thing he sees, tainted with the blue of the disease 

“W-who are you?.. (Name)..?”

The slouching human lifts his head up looking up at P, his deathly pale blue face had a look of hope that fell immediately 

“Oh… you’re not her…they’re still holding her captive... If she’s even alive...”

”Who?” P asks

”She was our angel (Name)…she gave comfort and aided to those in need of care…until the brotherhood took her away…” The blonde man lets out a violent cough ”Mister…you must save her if she's still alive and well…those awful Black Rabbit Brotherhood caged her up in their hideout…my final wish is for her to be liberated…”

Contemplating, P then nods  

“Haha…thank you…oh and if you see (Name) tell her that I, Finlay… love…”

Before the man could finish his sentence, death came for him first, his confession forever lost 

—-

Stepping outside the house, P continues his way

*chirp* “Geez..poor guy, looks like he was the only survivor in his family judging from the other corpses inside the house..”

There was a sudden clamping on his leg

”Ha! It’s funny seeing ‘em all flustered!”

He looks up to see a girl with a rabbit mask

”Hey…the idiot’s actually a looker…” she then jumps back and retreats 

P struggled to get the trap off his leg, each time he squirms it bites harder into his leg 

“Oh my goodness, I’ll come down and help you!” 

His head suddenly swings up, a woman in a hooded cloak gets down from the roof and rushes towards him

“How in the..how are you not bleeding?” The woman looks at P with confusion and curiosity “Are you… a puppet?”

Staring into the woman’s eyes, P nods his head, the hooded woman then had a look of reluctance before sighing

“Well alright then…let’s get you out of this bear trap.” She then presses on the springs, making the jaws of the trap lower. Feeling the pressure going away from his leg, P closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of relief. Opening his eyes, he looked at the lady who helped him. Up close she was quite pretty

She then offers her hand to him with a gentle smile, “Can you stand? That is quite a nasty trap you fell in.” 

He grabs her smaller palms and with her help gets back up

*chirp* “Excuse me Miss if you don’t mind me asking, but just why are you helping my pal here? Considering people don’t treat puppets too well these days.” 

“What the- did your bottom just talk??” The lady looks around P, looking for where the voice came from

*chirp* “Down here! I’m his guide, Gemini!” P grabs the lamp from his belt and raises Gemini towards the woman 

“Oh.. interesting..” She looks at the lamp with intrigue, looking from the lamp and now to P “Well the reason I came to your aid, I get this feeling that you’re special.” 

She continues, “The moment I heard you made it into Malum pass those awful creatures, something inside me just ruptured, like fireworks.” The lady then looks up at the dreary sky with a bittersweet smile “It was a feeling I hadn’t had in such a long time, hope.” 

She looks back at P, her hopeful smile doesn’t falter. “I have no idea why, but I just have this gut feeling that you’re important, so please beware, the Brotherhood is wanting to put you under the ground.”  Despite finishing her sentence, the kind lady had her lips in a tight line, almost as if she still had something to say

“If you do fight the Brotherhood…please refrain from killing them.”

*chirp* “I hate to be that guy but they're the ones who came after us first! If push comes to shove, we just might have to!”  

A sigh of disappointment escapes from her lips. “Then please spare them for my sake, like some sort of favor.” She then gives a friendly smile “I'm (Name) by the way.” 

“Doctor (Name)?” Hearing the beautiful boy talk for the first time surprises (Name)

“Yes... But not so much anymore, my patients have been limited to the Brotherhood these days.”

*chirp* “Well maybe that’s another darn good reason we need to get rid of them! They’re practically holding you captive!” 

“I-it’s not necessarily like that!” (Name)’s hands rest on her forehead “maybe at first it sorta was but not so much anymore!”

P’s face gave away that he still wasn’t too satisfied with her response

“Come with me.” P says as he raises his hand towards (Name) and she stares at his mechanical arm 

“Such a straightforward boy aren't you?” (Name) giggles but then shakes her head “I care too much for the Brotherhood now, but I believe they need to be humbled from time to time.”

Reaching inside her bag, (Name) pulls out three pulse cells

“Here, a fight is inevitable and you best be prepared, but I once again beg of you to not kill them, maybe a good whooping will do.” 

Graciously accepting the pulse cells, P looks at (Name) and nods 

Holding her hands to her chest (Name) smile gratefully at P “Thank you strong one. Once you liberate this city, I'll deal with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood.”  

(Name) slowly steps away from P and makes her way back up climbing back up to the roof 

As P watches her disappear, he looks at the pulse cells given to him by the first person who’s ever shown him kindness outside the Hotel, 

He firmly grasps the items, humanity is still worth fighting for 

—-

Managing to make it back in headquarters with no one noticing the doctor’s absence,  in the nick of time the Black Rabbit Brotherhood were anticipating the intruder as the Eldest hauls the Liar’s coffin on his broad shoulders

The Rabbits were on the hunt

(Name) peeks out the window upon hearing the loud eruption on the front gate, humanity’s last hope crashes into the Black Rabbit Brotherhood’s lair

The four criminal siblings march toward, the one leading the group looks back at headquarters one last time, inside someone precious to him resides in it

—-

“Bring it on, you ain’t seen nothing like my brother.” 

—-

“The toy is mine! Mine! Root for me brothers!” 

—-

“Argh no! Knock him out bro!”

—-

”C’mon, you played nice with the others! Don’t you wanna play with me, mister puppet?” 

—-

“So this is Geppetto’s puppet huh? Gotta admit: he knows what he’s doing.” 

—-

One by one, you watch as each of the brotherhood get overpowered by the puppet you met earlier, it seems he was keeping up with his promise of not maiming them

Cyrus was holding his ground for longer 

Finally, Elyas jumps down, facing the puppet 

—-

“We don’t get extra points for fighting fair. Survive and win, that simple.”

—-

Elyas lasted longer than his other siblings, but you started to see cracks in his battle stance, he too was no match for Geppetto’s puppet 

—-

“You’re no Bastard, nor Sweeper. Those moves of yours…”

—-

As you watch Elyas retreat away from the battle after a nasty hit, you notice him limping a bit. That set off all the alarms in your head. Grabbing your medical bag, you dash outside to his aid

Pushing the door with all your might, your outburst grabs Elyas’ attention who was on his knee, grabbing on the left of his side 

“(Name)? What are you doing out here?! Get back inside!” You ignore his demands and rush next to him

”Quiet Elyas, you’re injured! Where does it most hurt?”

Reluctantly, Elyas looks down to his side, letting out a groan 

You take off his mask and hood,  revealing his pained expression “Breathing..hurts..”

Looking at his face that was induced with anguish increased your worry tenfold. Both of your hands grab his face in a gentle cradle and slowly Elyas succumbed to your touch, closing his eyes and breathing slowly

You now had a prang of remorse and regret, was it a good idea to help Geppetto’s puppet? You hadn’t meant for the brotherhood to get seriously hurt, at worst you expected bruises and maybe minor cuts but Elyas was showing symptoms of broken ribs 

You turn around and see Oswald and Bonnie who are kneeling with fatigue. Geppetto’s puppet and Cyrus were still battling, you had to stop this madness before it gets worse 

“Rest here.” As you get up, Elyas looks at you like you’ve grown 10 heads, he yells for you to stop, but you ignore them 

—-

Right as P parried the Eldest brother’s blow, he staggers, giving him an open to attack

With a look with intent to kill, he raises his weapon for a deathly blow 

“STOP!” The doctor P met earlier gets between him and the Eldest with arms wide open, immediately he halts

”Please, don’t kill them.. you’ve won, fair and square..” P notices on how much the girl was shaking

On que, the Eldest falls on the ground passing out due to exhaustion

”Brother!” The other siblings run to the Eldest’s collapsed body

—-

As Oswald and Bonnie ran over to Cyrus, they look to you for confirmation 

Immediately you get beside Cyrus and put your ear on his chest, desperate to hear any signs of life 

Thump thump

You let out an exhale that you held in for too long, “He’s gonna be alright..”

Bonnie gasps in relief as Oswald embraces his sister 

Rising from Cyrus’ chest, you feel a hand on your shoulder, Elyas who’s hand was still on his side looks at you with gratitude and enamorment, he then looks at the puppet, face immediately souring 

You grab his arm and shake your head, “Please, just let him go. It’s not worth it.” Elyas looks at you with a strife look before sighing and glancing back at the puppet.

“There’s a passage to the Krat Hotel inside, we better not see your face again, now fuck off.” 

The beautiful puppet gives you one last look before heading inside the headquarters, you give him an assuring smile and watch him leave, perhaps you’ll see him again one day

“What’s the deal with you and Geppetto’s puppet eh?” Elyas asks in a skeptical tone and a raised eyebrow, clearly irritated

Your eyes roll 

—-

It had been about over a week since the Black Brotherhood’s defeat against the puppet, a humiliating defeat, but they all survived in the end

Cyrus had made a full recovery, Bonnie and Oswald had very minor injuries but Elyas was still healing from his broken ribs

The skies of Krat started to heal as well as the gloomy gray clouds started to dissipate, the majestic blue skies was returning along with heaven’s beacon 

Sitting on the roof of headquarters, a bittersweet smile creeps on the doctor’s face, it had been so long since she felt the sun kiss her skin

“Never thought you could ever be more beautiful until now, that sun does you justice, love” Elyas joins his beloved on her leisure on the roof

“Elyas you need to be resting!” she scolds him but he brushes her off

“Oh shut up, can I not gaze at the sun with my lady?” Elyas sits down next to (Name) and she gives in to his wishes. His arm wraps around her waist and pulls her close as she rests her hand on his chest

The pair admire the skies in comfortable silence until (Name) speaks up

“To think I met you in grim circumstances and I embrace you as if I knew you for years, have I gone crazy?”

Elyas snickers “You know you love me, as do I with ardent.” His windows to the world gaze into hers, they were each other’s worlds

“I’ll admit that I can’t help it, I really do love you.”

Elyas leans his forehead on (Name)’s and makes a vow

“(Name), one day, we all will get outta this shithole. And when we do, we can start over, maybe we can live like a real couple. I promise to get you out of here and give you a life you deserve.” Elyas’ words touch deeply in (Name)'s heart, somehow falling for him even more

“And Elyas, I pledge to stay by your side no matter what the world throws at us.”

They lean in for a kiss, it was as tender and passionate as any other they shared 

The world around them was in chaos, but they knew they would be ok as long as they were together.

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A/N: *SCREAMS IN AGONY* that was the longest fic ive ever written phew you deserve the world for reading all that cuz it was like over 7k words , but tbh i have mixed feelings over how i wrote the ending, its kinda shit imo

but once again thank you so much for reading, it actually means sm <3333

my friend who knows French helped with translations on the lyrics to Someday so shout out to him lmao

[ikarasu]

TIME TO GET BACK ON THE GRIND

[togetherhearted]

Idk if you write for the rabbits from lies of p but if you doooo

Pls do dating headcannons🙏🏼🙏🏼

Oh yes I do!

I sadly don't know much about them yet [Wondering if the game will give me more] I only know their "names" atm.

Anyway,I hope these are fine!

DATING HC FOR THE BLACK RABBITS BROTHERHOOD.

I must say you are a brave one to date one of the rabbits but no matter who you choose as your companion they just might do whatever they can to keep you safe.

Ah, and get ready to have one fo the others, or all three, not respecting your privacy.

-Eldest, with his bulky physique, is the perfect "shield" but also cuddle companion. He protects you but also attacks. Doesn't talk much but likes to listen.

When out he keeps you close to him.

-Youngest's full of energy and likes to be spoiled but returns the favour with smothering affection. You might want to keep an eye on her;she gets lost easily. She likes to share food with you.

-Battle Maniac sure is the chatty one.You might want to keep him calm;he's a bit of a hot head but never with you.Likes to gets into trouble only to have you patch him up. Doesn't want to admit but you make him feel safe.

-Eccentric's a bit of a mystery.Like titled he's the peculiar one of the bunch;laughs at his own jokes, pranks everyone;finds macabre things fascinating. Hope your stomach is a strong one because he's going to drag you into adventures. If you're not the type to go out, shoes dipped in danger,he then tells how his day went while relaxing in the sofa.

[hopefulvittori]

Kindled emotions

Pinocchio (Lies of P) x OC/Reader

Angst/Fluff

So this is my very first fanfiction... To be honest, I was kinda afraid to post it at first, but every starts are always the hardest. Sorry about my english in advance, I'm not a native speaker. I only created this blog as a placeholder because AO3 has a pretty long inv queue nowadays. As soon as I have an account, I'll post my upcoming fics here and there. :)

As his journey goes on, the puppet of Geppetto starts to experience fear and doubts about his circumstances. Luckily, a certain helpful falcon helps to take that despair away.

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Pain wasn't foreign for the puppet of Geppetto. At least not anymore. He noticed a few changes ever since he started his journey. It hurt him when the frenzied puppets hit him with a candle holder or a shovel. Or when the monster-turned infectees latched themselves onto him. 

Yet, this kind of pain was different. It came from his chest area. It was suffocating. 

Ever since he dealt with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood and saw that painting, he's been thinking a lot. Every time he was close to shutting down, the woman in blue always stayed time's hand from claiming him. And despite his struggles, he always saw his father - his creator - watching that portrait with melancholic fondness. Oh, how he wished that his only family would've looked at him with similar tenderness...

He started to feel fear. Fear from the uncertainties of his time-manipulating circumstances. What if the next of his perilous endeavours will be the last? What would his father think of him then? Will he be sad? Disappointed, maybe both? Questions, yet no answers.

"Are you okay, pal? You've been spacing out a lot lately." Gemini asked him with a worried tone. His green light flickered in the dark streets of Rose Isabelle.

It was all true. He has been extra cautious when it comes to his stalking. Krat was certainly a dangerous place to live by, especially with these frenzying puppets and monsters around. Despite that, although slightly, his non-legion hand was shaking. He couldn't feel the sword in his hand the way he held it before. His cerulean gaze was glued to the ground. 

He felt cold...

"H-hey! Watch where you're going or else we'll be--!" Even though the puppet guide in the lamp tried to warn him, the encounter was inevitable. A large number of frenzied puppets fell from a storeyed house. Screaming like wild animals, they were lunging themselves towards the puppet of Geppetto. He reacted as quickly as he could and turned his back on his desired destination. Although he avoided getting clobbered by the puppets, he couldn't stop one of them latching itself onto his leg. Trashing against his captor, the boy managed to get himself free and cut it down with a single powerful strike. Then he ran away with the feeling of hopelessness and confusion.

He didn't even notice that lack of the lantern's green glimmer. The hostile puppet managed to grab Gemini and drop it to the ground. It couldn't see where the puppet boy ran off to nor warn its partner in crime as the impact managed to turn it off.

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The Falcon felt quite tired after spending the night on the streets of Krat, getting rid of the maddened puppets. With each strike, her indigo dress was painted with oil. She felt the taste of iron in her mouth. It sickened her. 

Separating her lance into two blades, she finished her work on the last two or three automatons. Electric sparks lightened the darkness as her enemies lifelessly fell into the cold stones. She sighed in relief while sheathed her swords. She saw no other puppets on the streets. None, except one. The Falcon noticed a familiar lanter lying on the ground. Its side was kinda battered.

"Cricky? What happened?" She asked as she picked up the lantern. No response. The lack of his peculiar green light worried her. Then she suddenly remembered how its owner turned it on and off. She looked for a button on its side. With a "click" and its signature green spark, the lantern turned on. 

"T-t-tori?" Though her distorted voice surprised the stalker, she was more annoyed about calling her that silly nickname.

"What happened to you?" She asked. 

"I-i don't know. There were... so many puppets and... and..." He said with fearful hesitation.

The Falcon looked around, searching for the signs of Gemini's owner. Did the puppets get him? He was pretty much inseparable from his lantern. Something bad must've happened.

"Where is Speckles?" She asked slowly. 

"I'm... n-not sure. One of the puppets grabbed me a-and... and..." Even though it felt kinda impossible, Gemini sounded like it was in despair. Its entire purpose was to guide its owner. Without him, no wonder it sounded so lost.

The Falcon grabbed the lantern and strapped it on her belt. Her hand rested on its form as some comfort of sorts. She didn't say anything but started her search for the puppet of Geppetto. She knew his nature. He was pretty much an Ergo-harvesting automaton. She always felt the sweet scent of life on him. It was both of her blessing and curse to being attuned to those souls, feeling their desires as her own. She followed that odor of the puppet's Ergo. She always found his scent quite nostalgic. Like settling around a fireplace after getting away from the cold rain or snow. It was warm. 

She stalked around Rose Isabelle streets for almost an hour. Luckily, she felt it. The scent of Ergo got a lot stronger inside of an abandoned storeyed house. She was careful though. Her steps were light as a feather when she started searching through the home. There she heard it: a quiet but hasty heaving. It came from a bedroom. The Falcon doubled her steps, carefully opening the door. Then she slightly gasped at the sight that awaited her. 

The puppet of Geppetto sat before a bed. His frozen expression was lightened in the fireplace's gentle gleam. It was subtle, but his eyes were staring forward in shock. Lips parted and gasped for air. 

It seemed that he was searching for some sort of solace. To remind himself of the comfort of his home. Yet despite his endeavors, he clearly failed to calm his nerves. 

"Speckles? What are you doing here?" The Falcon asked gently. She hoped for a response, yet the boy couldn't even look at her. The woman got closer and crouched before him. Even like that, the puppet failed to notice her presence.

Judging by his body language, he had a panic attack. The stalker didn't know that this was even possible. He was a puppet after all. Yet even though she had questions, she needed to wait for answers. 

"P?" The woman tried to call out for the boy once again. Only this time, her hand found its way to the puppet's human one. To the Falcon's surprise, it felt wet. His hand was drenched in sweat. She placed her other hand on his freckled cheek, forcing him to look at her. Despite tilting his head towards the woman, his eyes were unfocusing. 

"It's alright, P. It will pass." She said gently, stroking his cheek. "I'll stay with you until this is over."

Then she felt it. His human hand gently squeezed hers. He showed her appreciation in a way he could in this situation. She warmly smiled and sat beside him. She petted his fluffy chestnut brown hair while holding his hand.

"Try to control your breathing. It will help you calm down." She continued on as she showed it to him. "Take a big breath... keep it in for a bit... then breathe out."

She kept doing it until the puppet of Geppetto tried to do something similar. Even though he couldn't look at her, he tried to do his best to calm his breathing. His shoulders rose and fell in a more rhythmic manner.

"That's it, P. You're getting better at this. You're going to be alright." The Falcon said in an encouraging way.

His chest heaved less and his eyes became more focused. He needed a few minutes before he could finally look at her. He tilted his head a bit slightly to the right, eyebrows raised in a questioning manner. 

The Falcon smiled at him, unstrapping Gemini from her belt in the meanwhile. The boy was surprised to see his puppet guide in the hands of the stalker woman. 

"Some puppet must've snatched it. I found it after you hid here." She explained quietly, handing over the small puppet to its owner. The boy gave her a small smile as his appreciation. 

"What happened?" As she asked, his simper disappeared. He tried to avoid her stare, but the Falcon searched his gaze curiously. 

"I..." His lips were parting slowly, but no more words came out. She knew now: these feelings were beyond his comprehension. He wasn't ready yet.

The Falcon shifted and sat before the puppet boy. She grabbed his automaton arm and gently squeezed both of his hands.  

"I see now. You can't tell me, can you?" She asked quietly. 

The boy nodded curtly. 

"...Because it's something you can't exactly explain." She continued. 

He blinked a bit before nodding again. The woman averted her gaze and looked at the fireplace. 

"The flames partake in such warmth. To wash away the pain."

The puppet raised an eyebrow curiously. 

"Oh, just a phrase someone I knew used a lot..." She said with a tint of melancholy. The Falcon shook her head. "Anyway... if you have any doubts, you don't need to be afraid. I know how these new feelings and doubts can burden one's heart. But..." She gave him an encouraging look. "When you're ready to tell me about them... you know where you can find me. You can always partake in this warmth." 

This woman - this girl - intrigued him to no end. Sometimes she was witty, yet showed kindness to others. Even strangers. She was willing to sit with him, helping to understand these new emotions without asking anything in return. His doubts were washed away in those sea of flames she spoke of. As he held onto her hands, clutching them like small, fragile things, he felt... safe. Like a warm blanket, this new feeling covered his entire being.

He felt warmth...

Without hesitation, he leant towards the Falcon and gently pressed his forehead to hers. Her breath hitched as her entire body froze. His human hand shifted to stroke her long ashen brown hair. His eyes were closed as he tried to express the gratitude he had felt. Then a small smile appeared on his lips as he felt her being relaxed in his grasp. Her hand found its way to his arm as a way of support. This situation was also new to the stalker. Her kindness was appreciated. Her words didn't fall on deaf ears.

It wasn't in vain.

Realizing this, she gave out a sigh of bliss. The Falcon felt a bit light-headed from the content she had felt... or maybe from the tiredness. Her head slowly slipped from the boy's forehead onto his left shoulder. He gave her a mild puzzled look as his arms encircled around her form. Each time she sighed, her shoulders were rising. The puppet of Geppetto could've sworn he heard her snoring. He felt his gears moving a bit faster as he looked at her peaceful form. The Falcon completely tired herself out, yet she found the strength to help him. He carefully scooped her up and laid her down onto the bed. He watched her serene face as a content smile appeared on her lips.

"Geez, she is completely tired herself out. Just to look out for you." It was a genuine surprise how long Gemini has been quiet. Its voice was kinda raspy from the damage it sustained, but it survived worse situations than this. The boy was fully convinced that it was fine when the puppet guide suggested to draw a mustache and a monocle on her face. With a deadpan face, he reached for his lantern.

"Imagine her reaction, that would be price... Wait wait! I was kidd--" With a loud "click", Gemini was turned off. The puppet of Geppetto quietly sighed as he sat down next to Falcon's resting form.

Morning wasn't coming any time soon. He could wait until down to make sure she gets some rest. As he watched her defenseless form, his hand reached for hers. He gave her a last squeeze before standing up and reaching for the door.

"Sweet dreams."

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In the original storybook, the Falcon was a minor character. It was the Blue Fairy's helper who rescued Pinocchio from hanging. I thought it would be a neat idea to put P in a similar but symbolic situation. He was literally suffocating from his fears and doubts until the Falcon tried to make those feelings go away. :) Btw my OC just loves giving nicknames yet she hates being called Tori (her real name is Vittori, her nickname means "bird" in japanese).

Once again, sorry for any grammatical errors. I hope you enjoyed this story filled with angst and fluff!

[morganaa-writings]

P x Buff!GN!Reader Imagine

Note: Was meant to be a short fluff but turned into a small NSFW (its not that detailed but here's a warning just in case), its on this account bcs I feel too shy to post it on my other, anyway....I just wanted to write a bigger reader holding a small P (hehe) in their arms

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Imagine the reader being buff as hell, like not only tall (about 6'2ft) but muscular too. Now, P's short so imagine his small stature next to the readers.

Imagine when the two have done fighting off the puppets that cornered them, the reader just picks P up like he weighs nothing which surprises both P and Gemini because If you know P's weight then you'll know he's one hefty boi. So imagine the shock of everyone in the hotel too when the reader bridle carries P into the building.

P is fascinated with the readers build as the only people he really saw that were huge are the carcasses and the elder brother of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, so he just watches as the reader picks the heaviest of things up and moves them. He even goes to touch the readers muscles thinking that somehow the reader must be a puppet because no way in hell is a human THAT strong.

Although strong and vicious in a fight, the reader is surprisingly gentle and soft when they want to be. P being afraid to hurt someone with his legion arm only for the reader to gently unfold his fingers and inspect the large piece of metal- just to make sure its working properly of course and totally not to have an excuse to touch P *wink wink*

P has caught the reader shirtless from time to time but until he became more human it never really made him feel anything, until half way through the story he feels himself become a little flushed in the cheeks. Of course, he thinks he's sick but Gemini tries to calm him down and asks him when it happens, P explains and Gemini just laughs "someones in looooove!" He teases and P shakes his head, puppets can't fall in love, right?

Well, apparently they can. P feels his mechanical heart twist and turn whenever he sees the reader, and even one time when the reader saved him from falling and held him in their arms, he could feel their muscles tightening to keep P close. Tick tick went his heart.

This gets a bit 18+ so be aware:

When P finally becomes human, he finds the reader at the hotel and hugs them, glad that they're safe. Both have gotten closer as the time went on and vowed to be by each others side at this point. Now, being human P now has more feelings going on than happy or sad. The lad gets horny. Pretty simple, yeah? Now he doesn't know how in tf he's going to deal with this. He could ask Gemini but feels rather embarrassed so he just tries to clue the reader and, which thankfully, the reader understands.

P rather enjoys being manhandled especially by someone as built as the reader, makes him feel safe and can put his guard down more. P enjoys it when the reader holds him against them, either riding him or him riding them, he can feel their muscles tensing at every thrust. The smaller man scratching at the back of the reader, leaving small scratches along their back- a reminder of what they did.

[zekie78]

StrawHats x Male Reader as P from "Lies of P"

"SPOILER ALERT IF YOU DON'T PLAY LIES OF P"

Part One

You were in the Hotel Krat attacked, you had returned after the tremor and as Sofia had called you asking for help, then you had gone down the secret passage that Antonia had shown you and you faced the black rabbit brotherhood.

You were then on the island, having defeated Laxasia and Simon. ....

-Give me your heart" - you had heard Geppeto's words. That words that made you feel... Lousy,

You were about to say something but suddenly from the mass of ergo, a portal was created, like a Stargazer but not like that.And it began to drag you in before Geppeto's horrified look as he lost the puppet that brought T/N back.

From one moment to the next you saw Geppeto and his briefcase.You were looking at a huge tree, you didn't understand in a short time what had happened, you looked everywhere, and nothing. You looked everywhere, and nothing.

"Dude...where are we? because it's neither Krat nor the island....". Gemini was talking

You didn't know what to answer, so you started walking. You had never seen the sun so bright in Krat. At least you had all your weapons and accessories at hand in case you had to defend yourself although you also had with you the memory of Sofia, you do not know how much happened but when you wanted to feel your heart, you did not feel anything, it is more...

You touched your cheek and it did not feel fleshy or any sense.... You were a simple puppet again as when you woke up the humanity you had was gone

You had to lie again to get it back.

In a short time you had become accustomed to this new world, they knew nothing about Krat, nor the ergo, nor the puppets, frenzy, nothing.

Only that it was a world full of pirates but it was not difficult for you to adapt, you knew your name but you lied to everyone you knew, pretending to be P.

P was your name in this world and your fame in fighting, your weapons, your legion arm got the attention of the marines and your world government.

The P cell should not fall into their hands nor the power of the ergo you did not want another Frenzy to happen

So you isolated yourself from the world

Not until a certain straw-hatted pirate found you when his ship arrived at the remote island where you were.-

"You look great, join my crew"- were Monkey D Luffy's words. You didn't take him seriously so you ignored him and stepped sideways , he wanted to grab you but you reacted and used your fire arm and pulled out a slight flame.

Which alerted everyone around as the other straw hats were alerted and went to see their captain as well as you.

They stared at you...Till they saw you go over Franky with a huge sword in hand There was a fight A couple of bruises A confusion and all of a sudden you were on top of the Thousand Sunny

From there everyone looked at you as doubt, the new member had surprised them, he pulled out a sword from god knows where.

And when Robin wanted to grab it, he didn't feel flesh, or anything like it, wood was wood, the new boy's body. It wasn't until Ussop came up to you and asked you an important question.

- "What is your name?"_To which you just said -

"P"- And from there he knew you were lying.This began your new adventure with the straw hats without knowing what you were, and as Antonia told you

"Lie to protect yourself and find your path."

[esteljune]

👉👈

P x Reader where they’re kidnapped by the Black Rabbit Brotherhood after why attack the hotel. and when P finally arrives they’re covered in cuts and bruises and possibly a few broken ribs. P seeing this, goes feral on the brotherhood rage mode activated. He cradles them in his arms when he’s done careful not to put them in more pain.

I can just imagine him planting a kiss on their forehead before he leaves for the abbey. before leaving the room the are now in at the hotel

Wow this is a really good idea! Starting working on it asap ❤️

[calmthefuckdownalright]

Phantombur's Fall

You all remember A Fall From Grace? Specifically the part where I vaguely said that Phantombur finally told the reader as to why his wings no longer worked/existed? Well here's what he told her...

Tw: Gore

Pairing (its at the end): Phantombur x Angel!Reader

(Continuation of A Fall From Grace sort of)

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From the very beginning there were two brothers and their father. A man by the name of Philza Watson, later known as the Crowfather or Lord Elytrian. His wife, the Goddess of Death, blessed him with two sons over the course of their physical marriage before she was called back to the heavens where only gifts could be traded between the two.

The oldest son, Wilbur, was a lanky boy in his youth with wings the color of freshly tilled soil that got darker to the point of sable and black at the tips of each feather. His wings combatted the majesty of his father's and triumphed in lengthy as time wore on.

His younger brother was a fair haired squealer of a child with lumpy wings that never seemed to be able to stretch out without contracting even smaller. There were complications with his egg concerning that the Goddess of Death had contracted a humane illness that would've killed a mortal while manifesting it. The Red Death. A new disease that colored the victim's veins a dark putrid red and spotted up like chicken pocks. It was quick to come and go through ones body but was fatal in every diagnosis.

Tommy, as the boy would later be named, was affected by this even as his mother was well from it by the time his egg was laid. His wings and feathers were spotted and colored crimson over the white they would've been. Over the years they folded over and Tommy never found out the truth as to why he could hardly even glide without an ache in his deformed wings.

The two boys, Wilbur and Tommy...Tommy and Wilbur, were inseparable. From the very moment Tommy hatched Wilbur was his brother. When Philza told him it was likely Tommy would never truly fly, Wilbur was his brother and taught him all the proper techniques as to soar.

Tommy loved Wilbur and Wilbur loved Tommy. A brotherhood as close, if not far closer, than any other. Then a blessing from their mother came. A strange hybrid of a boy. He was pink-haired and pig-like in features with tusks and blank eyes that held an intelligence no animal could, but he was quick and strong legged like a rabbit. This boy's name was Technoblade and Wilbur too became his brother.

The Three fought and agreed with each other throughout their whole lives. Throughout their father's Lordship and title of the Elytrian. Wilbur was declared an Elytrian himself on his eighteenth birthday and Tommy something called an Avian once he reached ten. Technoblade stayed Technoblade though a doctor said he had the resemblance of a Rabbit more than his piglin stature.

The Elytrian Lordship was passed to Wilbur when he turned 21 and Philza became a being known as the Crowfather and husband of the Goddess of Death.

To put it lightly, Wilbur was not the best Lord of his people. He was tough in his decisions and cracked under immense pressure in his young age. He had a courtship with a nymph and produced a fox daughter, but that daughter turned to a fox son and that nymph did not become his wife, but rather fled leaving the young Lord and now Father to find his way himself.

Fundy did not stay in the narrative long as the son of the Elytrian Lord went on his own adventures, accompanying a Merling that Lord Wilbur had befriended in his youth named Niki. Wilbur was losing his family bit by bit. His father took his brother Technoblade off to lands needing their battle experience and Tommy was busy hanging out enjoying his boyhood with two beings by the name of Ranboo and Tubbo. A bee hybrid and an Enderian whom Wilbur did not completely trust just yet.

Nonetheless Wilbur was eventually alone in his estate. The only things filling his halls were the wings on his back and the crows that fluttered too and fro tidying the place or exploring if they were new. Insanity crept in. Loneliness grabbed at his mind.

And Wilbur lost his way.

One night under the glow of a candle Wilbur sent out letters. Letters to his family saying he planned to destroy his life and the lineage they all had built. That this was his final goodbye. His last chord to the song of existence.

Then that morning he flew put over his small plot of responsibility and rained Hell down on it. With fiery arrow striking piles of haybales and setting ablaze the villages, Wilbur relished in the destruction. He loved it. His charm had won the trust of these people yet none of them deigned to think even their charismatic Lord was lonely in that large empty estate.

It didn't make sense... Any of it. Why had he been left behind? Because he was the eldest? Because perhaps his father had hated him for not living up to the world of expectations that were never presented? Maybe it was because Wilbur was the only normal one. He wasn't special. The only thing he had had was Sally and his son to define him and they had left him as well. The title 'Elytrian' meant nothing to him. Anyone could have wings if they wanted. Just because he was born with them did not make him special.

His brothers were special. Technoblade was a war genius and Tommy a smile in the rainiest storms. Wilbur was the brooding young Lord in the estate by the cliff. Son of the Goddess of Death and her mortal husband. That was all he had but even that was shared with Tommy and Technoblade.

So as the fires climbed and the people of his reach recognized him as their destroyer Wilbur smiled. Laughed. Found joy as swords were drawn against him. As arrows pierced his wings and shot him down. Laughed as the people he'd led through drought and disease cornered him on that cliff and tore away the one thing he DID have that was uniquely his.

Wilbur died in joy that he'd destroyed everything his family had ever loved...and he was cursed for it.

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After receiving Wilbur's letters the whole Elytrian family and their friends they'd found on the way rushed to the village of their origin. When they arrived they were too late. Everything was burnt to a crisp and the estate Philza had built with his own hands was destroyed. Torn down and blown up.

Tommy's room was vandalized and the armor that had been specially crafted for when he finally grew into his wings was desicated.

Technoblade's carrot experiments, although long abandoned, were shattered and burned to ash. Not even a speck of orange or scribble left to prove anything of his curiosity and discovery.

Then there was Wilbur's room...and his throne.

Wings. Wings of the darkest browns bloodied and pierced by arrows still stuck in the thick feathers. A sickening laughter choked the air around the three living as the one dead cackled in the darkness a sobbing sound.

He was there, Wilbur. He was with his wings pinned to his throne. A reminder of the monster that once sat upon the ruined chair.

"I still remember their words." Phantombur said quietly with his head resting on your lap.

"Wilbur?" Technoblade was awestruck at the sight of his brother. A pale corpse of what he'd been last they saw each other.

"Wilbur what the Hell happened?!" Philza rushed to his son's side but stopped several paces away at getting a closer look at his boy turned man turned phantom.

"I was so....alone." Wilbur sobbed. The dire of his actions fully wrapped around his mind now. "They didn't care. No one cared." He cried and grabbed at his wings, his beautiful wings, but his hand phased through it.

Wilbur's skin was a pale grayish blue with darker colored circles under his eyes which now glowed an ethereal green. His hair was turned a dark navy with glances of white edging the roots and giving the look of transparency as all of his body now was. Etchings of skeletal bone traced his arms and the tattered remains of his clothes. A once regal suit turned to a demolished scrap of fabric.

"Wilbur your wings." Tommy was crying though trying to make it seem like he wasn't.

"Oh my God." Technoblade echoed and choked on his words. The back of the newly presented Phantombur was in shambles. Only the very start of his wings still hung on before tearing off into membranal shards. Feathers dis not decorate the skin but rather they were like a bats. Skin stretched over bone and punctures stabbing through the skin.

"I don't know what went so wrong...I was just so sad." Wilbur crumbled as his hand yet again went through the tufts of feathers on his physical wings. Phil tried to embrace him but he fell through his son. A chill wrapped around his body as he kneeled by him instead. It would take years for Wilbur to gain a physical enough form to be able to touch things again.

"Wilbur we're so sorry." Tommy sniffed and reached for his brother before registering the fault in the action.

"It's so cold..." Wilbur shivered and looked at his hands as the appearance of them started to disappear. He was fading away from his family. When the darkness reached for his eyes Wilbur darted forward to only be met with fresh grass and an empty forest at sunrise.

There was a book in front of him.

"Welcome to Origins SMP. Your life on Earth has ended and you have been chosen to join an elaborate group of hybrids." The first page read.

"Under certain circumstances considering your death in the world you were assigned your Origin early due to your decisions and therefore might have found out a few quirks to your new form. Despite this possibility, you will still be given a thorough description of your Origin as to help better yourself through this new world."

💀Phantom💀

Translucent- Your skin is slightly transparent and others may see objects through you

Phantom Form- If you can sprint you can switch your form between invisible and your regular translucent self

Phasing- While in Phantom Form you may walk through walls and other objects such as trees

Photoallergic- Watch out for the sun because you will burst into flames

Fast Metabolism- Since you are indeed dead, your body does not require much food to function but when it does it processes it extremely fast so keep a good supply handy

Fragile- Without the ability to develop immunity or callous' your body does not heal very quickly which results in a fragile state of being. You'll die much faster than most your fellow Origins.

"Welcome to the world! Remember to keep your wits about you and fly high King!"

"That was all the book told me. Nothing of where I was or if any of my family had been chosen to this world as well. I later learned they had, but it was still so lonely. I started to go insane again once, but then I found Philza. I could touch again and it saved me to see my family. Technoblade didn't join us till much later. According to Phil, my people hunted down the Elytrian line till all of us were dead. Then they went to find the other superhuman entities. Fundy, Niki, Ranboo, Tubbo...they all died because of me." Wilbur carried on.

"But now were all here without any of those threats. You probably died in your past because of me as well and I'll be honest I couldn't be happier about it if it means I get to stay here with you forever." Your Phantom husband chuckled. You realized the pain it must've caused him to have those wings of legend removed from him. How excruciating it must've been to be alone for so long in a position where you didn't hardly know what was happening. It was easy forgive him, even if it meant your past life and past potential was gone because of him. It was easy because you loved him and he loved you.

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That ending was a bit rough but I think it worked. Happy Spooky Season btw you guys. I meant to say it yesterday but I got really caught up in some work stuff.

Love you all 💙💙

[lunnybunny12]

Sandor Clegane x Reader (Wildling)

A/n: The reader is a wildling in this story and has never heard of the hound before. 

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death and no fluff

Word count: 1338

Master List

The East watch had been getting colder and colder as of late. The winds would whistle through windows and the snow would pile against the black, stone walls.

"It's your job to talk him out of stupid fucking ideas like this, Davos," Tormund said.

Jon had just returned from Dragonstone with both the dragon glass and the "stupid fucking idea" of getting a white walker to Kings Landing. It was a ridiculous idea but you understood where Jon was coming from. If he was going to get Cersei's army to fight against the night-king she'd need proof.

"I've been failing at that job of late." Davos joked in return.

The table was quiet and had a few new faces.

One was a young man. It was clear that he had never set foot in the north before, and you knew that the second you saw him walk through the gates. His cloak was pulled right up to his nack and his hands were violently shaking due to the lack of gloves. As far as you knew he was a bastard like Jon, but a southern bastard... one of the water.

The other was an old soul, he had walked the earth for a long time and he had the scars to prove it. He was clad in silver armour that was made to fit, a clock with a thick collar of fur around it and a big fucking sword. A Targaryen guard maybe?

"How many queens are there now?"  Tormund asked.

"Two" Jon answered

"And you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one who fucks her brother?" Tormund asked.

"Both,"

You shuffled in your seat a little bit and sighed. "How many men did you bring?"

The men at the table look quick glances at each other, answering your question quite clearly.

"Not enough," Jon said quietly.

"The big woman?" Tormund asked earning a chuff from you. He always did have a knack for liking women he couldn't have.

When a deep voice emanated from the Targaryen guard, you all turned to listen.

"We were hoping some of your men could help." The man said gently and Tormund hummed in thought.

"You really want to go out there... again?" You asked, looking Jon right in the eye.

When Jon gave you a silent nod that he did indeed need to go past the wall, Tormund leaned over the table to look at the men in front of him.

"You're not the only ones."

"What?" you asked in clear confusion.

"The scouts found them a mile south of the wall," Tormund said, guiding you all down to the cells.

"And you didn't think to tell me of this?"

"You just got back from castle black a day ago and I have people to look after so forgive me for letting some prisoners slip my mind," Tormund answered a bit too quickly for your liking.

You growled in anger and then lingered behind the men as they continued walking.

The cell was colder than you expected it to be. With the little light that managed to come through the window, you saw 3 men. 2 of them were small, huddled together in a corner, clinging to whatever warmth they could, while the 3rd was large, wrapped in a thin layer of fabric and splayed across a bench.

"You're the Hound" Jon breathed. " I saw you once at Winterfell"

The Hound clutched his fabric closer to him as he pulled himself to sit properly on the bench. On closer inspection, he had a scar that took up almost half of his face. His eyes met yours and stayed there for a while with the same mix of annoyance and curiosity yours did.

You had seen bigger men than him, stranger and scarier men... so why were you looking at him?

"They want to go beyond the wall too," Tormund said to Jon before being cut off by another one of the men.

"We don't want to go beyond the wall we have to. Our Lord told us a Great War was-"

"Don't trust him" The bastard of the water (who you found out was called Gendry) growled.

"Don't trust any of them. They're the brotherhood... and the last thing their Lord told them to do was sell me to a red witch to be murdered."

"Thoros... I hardly recognised you" The Targaryen guard said to one of the men, who leaned forward to get a better look.

"Ser Jorah Mormont, they won't give me anything to drink down here. I haven't been feeling like myself."

At hearing the name Mormont, you and your brother snapped your heads to the guard. He was a fucking Mormont?

"You're a Fucking Mormont... like the last lord commander?" Tormund asked.

"He was my father-"

"He hunted us like animals" You seethed.

"Any you returned the favour as I recall" Jorah retorted calmly.

A moment of anger passed the 3 of you before the one-eyed man broke the silence.

"Here we all are... at the edge of the world, at the same moment, heading in the same direction for the same reason."

You turned to the man and looked him dead in the eye.

"Our reasons aren't your reasons"

"It doesn't matter what we think our reasons are, girl. There is a greater purpose at work, and we serve it together whether we know it or not..." By that point, he had stood up and made his way to the front of the cell.

"We may take the steps but the Lord Of Light-"

"For fuck sake shut your hole. Are we coming with you or not?" Said the hound looking at the group.

"Don't you want to know what we're doing?" The Mormont asked.

At the back of the cell, Thoros piped up.

"Is it worth us sitting in a freezing cell, waiting to die?" Thoros smiled.

It was true, regardless of the reason you all had the same goal of stopping the walkers.

"He's right," Jon said,

" We're all on the same side... were all breathing."

And with that, Tormund slapped the keys into Jon's hands and the men went to collect their weapons and clothes for the wall.

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You all exited the wall about half a day ago but it didn't feel that long.

Not all wildlings did well in stone walls and you were one of them. You were a hunter at heart and you always had been. Going out of the camp and getting a rabbit or rogue deer to feed your people, was what you lived for and the walls of castle black made you feel trapped.

"It's rude to stare, dog," you said tying your bootstrap with shaking fingers.

"Piss off. You looked first." The Hound replied, kicking up snow as he walked.

He walked right up to you and got in your face. He was easily a foot taller than you, his hair was frozen to his face and his beard was littered with snowflakes.

"What are you trying to do here?" you asked  

"What?"

"You know, getting close enough to my face that I can smell the last dick you sucked in your breath so YOU piss off" You laughed and pushed past him towards the rest of the group.

The hound grabbed the hood of your fur jacket and swivelled you around to look at him with fire in his eyes.

You just laughed at him and said "Ooo, You southern men, so stoic. Even your women, you'd think that they had their cunts sewn shut,"

He never said a word to you and usually just a glance his way would send people fleeing like children but you were laughing? He had you in his hands and you weren't scared?

You saw the confusion in his eyes as you freed yourself from his grip.

"I've seen bigger, killed stronger and fucked scarier men than you, dog. If you want to scare me you're gonna have to do better than that."

[togetherhearted]

LIES OF P MASTERLIST

Pinocchio:

Pinocchio being affectionate with his S/O

Pinocchio romantic headcanons

Curious Pinocchio headcanons

I heard you talking in your sleep

Why are you smiling at me like that?

After Dark

After dark part 2. - Commissioned

Know you better - commissioned

Act of love - commissioned

Pumpkin

Carneval Parade

A son

Creation

Tea house

Smiles [Commission]

Tree

New and broken

Winter special- Nutcracker

In the morning

Wish

Pino x music box!Ballerina reader

It's ok I couldn't sleep anyway

Jealous pino

Your favourite plant

Suddenly - commission

Lies of P meets steelrising

Pino's fav music headcanon

Marriage

You need to rest,my love

Pino meets your parents

Secret admirer P

Pinocchio and V's fight scene

Pino comforting a non-binary reader

Pinocchio's s/o love language

Pinocchio learning physical touch

Pino meeting a shy puppet maker

Unstrung Pinocchio

Pinocchio x apprentice reader

Watching Barbie with Pino

Pino meeting reality universe!Reader

Dating Pino

An attempt to cuddle

Commission - Puppet caring

Pino and V comforting reader

Reader helping Pino with his humanity

It feels like home here

100 words - Sweet

Venigni:

Dating Venigni

Are you blushing?

Giangio:

Giangio with a S/O

Red fox:

Dating Fox

Black Rabbits brothood:

Dating headcanons

Pulcinella:

Are you blushing?

Polendina:

Are you blushing?

Broken puppet:

100 words: sweet

Romantic headcanons

[ikarasu]

Krat Travel Guide

🦋Oneshots🦋

Little Tin Man - Slight Angst SFW

Vigor - P x Reader - NSFW

123123 - Romeo x Reader - Yandere SFW

Smile - P x Reader - SFW

To Love You… - P x Reader - SFW

Violet Crazy - Post P x Reader - SFW Angst

Ballroom Extravaganza - Romeo x Reader - NSFW Angst

Talk to Me - Carlo x Reader - Yandere SFW

Dandelions - P x Reader - Angst SFW

Over the Garden Wall - Black Cat x Reader - SFW

Sick of the Silence - Heavy Angst SFW

👑Headcanons/Imagines👑

P Headcanon Ramble - SFW

Rain - Slight NSFW

P NSFW Headcanons

Romeo SFW/NSFW Headcanons

Black Rabbit Brotherhood Headcanons

Red Fox & Black Cat Headcanons

🌧️Series🌧️

🍫White Chocolate - P/Carlo x Reader - Yandere SFW - Reader POV

🍫Dark Chocolate - P/Carlo x Reader - Yandere SFW - P/Carlo POV

🍫Tummy Ache - Carlo x Reader - Yandere SFW

🕊️Euphonious - Romeo x Reader - NSFW

🕊️Sonsgbird - Carlo x Reader x Romeo - NSFW

Phantom of the Estella Opera House - Romeo x Reader - Slight Yandere