#ganji gupta x oc

[dotedlover]

I need you to yap about your oc……….

YES YES YES I LOVE HER SM,,, she's my main oc,,,

The Caregiver | Cecille Maduro

"I miss my babies. All I wanted was to be a mom."

Dear Detectives, warmly welcome the Caregiver to the manor and she will make a special spot her you in her heart! Time spent with her is always comforting and she will enjoy the time spent with you.

Character Profile:

Name: Cecille Maduro

Career: The Caregiver

Item: Blanket

Role: Rescue/Assist

Faction: Survivor

Hunter Identity: Weeping Angel (not yet developed im NOT locked in)

Difficulty: 1.5/3

Birthday: February 29th

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Height: 5'7

Ethnicity: Native American/Spanish/Mexican

Voice Claim: Kara (From "Detroit: Become Human")

Symbol: 🫂

Kamoji: (∴◓᷄‸◓᷅∴)

MBTI: ENFJ-A

Alignment: Neutral Good

Likes: Quality Time, Baking, Toys

Dislikes: Fire, Loud Noises, Fireworks

Character EP (The songs they've been releasing for characters): Almost ANYTHING made by Øneheart. absolute melancholic music.

Abilities:

Sacrifical Comfort: The Caregiver carries a blanket with 3 uses per match. She comforts a selected survivor, allowing the survivor to decode 5% quicker and the fear radius grows by 20%. When dealt damage while wearing the blanket, the damage will transfer over to the Caregiver, leaving the attacked survivor unharmed and making the blanket dissapear. If the offer of comfort is rejected, The caregiver decodes 10% slower for 20 seconds. She is able to see the survivor with the blanket at all times until it is no longer in use. 

Urgency: Due to the Caregivers nature, she worries greatly for her teammates. Once a survivor is hit, they will be highlighted to her for 10 seconds. When a survivor becomes chaired, movement speed increases by 20% and time to be rescued is decreased by 15% percent. Once rescuing a teammate, she will immediately pass on a blanket if avalible. If the rescued survivor gets damaged within the following 5 seconds, both the rescued survivor and the Caregiver will recieve 0.25 damage.

Sensitive: The Caregiver has an incredibly low tolerance for paid. When dealt any sort of damage, healing time increases by 5 percent and can be stacked up to 4 times (20% total). Additionally, due to having sensitive ears, the loud sounds of the cipher machine gives her a headache. Decoding speed is reduced by 10%. If a callibration is failed, she decodes 15% slower for the next 15 seconds and the setback is 2% more than a normal survivor. Bleeds out quicker by 15%.

Empathetic Soother: Having taken care of others for the majority of her life, she is soft and gentle with her hands. Heals 10% quicker. Knowing when others are in pain, she is able to detect injured survivors from 20 meters away.

Lore:

(now for the juicy part 😈)

Character Introduction:

Born as a twin in a low income family with absent parents in the West Coast of America, Cecille and Caden had to fend for themselves. Cecille took upon a more domesticated home life as her twin scavenged for food when they had no money. Cecille took up a position to aid wounded soldiers to have some sort of revenue, and here is where she met a man named Silas Barnett, the two soon fell quickly in love. Dreaming of having children of her own, the couple realized that Cecille was infertile. Falling into a depression, Silas decided to move them both to a new life in Britain. When Caden was urged by her sister to join them, he declined, not wanting to leave their home and a strong dislike of Silas.

From there, Cecille and Silas opened up an Orphanage/Daycare center where Cecille slowly began to recover from the news of unable to have children. This quickly became her entire life, she loved taking care of children and finally felt fulfilled when Silas proposed to her. However this dream didn't last long. Soon, Silas realized that this hadn't been the life he wanted and urged Cecille to close the center. She obviously struck the idea down, and their relationship became extremely rocky. Silas felt as if she began to nitpick on habits around the children such as no smoking, drinking, or any behavior that would be a negative stressor for the children. On the other hand, Cecille was worried about Silas completely calling off their marriage because they constantly argued about the life they were living.

On New Years Eve, the two had a major argument when discussing New Year's resolutions. Cecille decided to send everyone to bed early (mainly because these children being extremely young), and slept in a separate room than Silas this night. Silas at the end of his patience, decided that he was going to start his new life without Cecille and leave this behind. In a fit of rage, he pours gasoline sets the entire building on fire. Everything was set off rapidly to the point where Cecille barely had time to react, thick smoke already flooding the rooms. Cecille grabbed the crying infants that she slept next to and ran outside, though most of the damage was already done. Many people quickly came to Cecille's aid with the children she held in her hands, and she impulsively ran back in to attempt to save more small children from the crumbling building. People ran after her as she made her way inside because everything was already lost. Her entire body covered in burn scars, she cried as she looked at her life burning down in flames as fireworks went off to celebrate the New Year.

Everyone but Cecille dies in this fire, even the babies she initially saved. Their young and developing lungs couldn't handle the smoke inhalation and passed shortly after. Waiting for the police report, Cecille quickly has her wounds treated and she is released to a small home that she and Silas bought in the past.

As soon as the police report gets back to Cecille, she is told that they have all the bodies accounted for except for Silas and the fire had been deemed intentional. This is solidified because neighbors outside waiting to celebrate the New Year seen Silas leave the building shortly before the fire roared. They are unable to find Silas and with this information, Cecille has a mental breakdown. Looking at her engagement ring in disgust, she yanks it off her finger and begins to have a manic episode. She destroys everything in the house, shoving everything off of countertops, tipping over tables and breaking chairs, smashing glass and windows, shredding photos of she and Silas all while screaming and crying. Ripped bedsheets that the two confided in together and stained them with whatever she could find.

Manor Invitation:

Torn by the events and everything she's lost, Cecille receives a mysterious invitation that proposes an offer that she cannot pass up: Participate in a "game" for ensuring the capture of Silas.

Character Lore Summary:

Growing up with many hardships, she worked to change her fate and soon made a wonderful life for herself. Unfortunately, said life came crashing down in flames. Grief-stricken and in unbearable sorrow, the losses of the ones she called her own left her in heartache. She has to hold him accountable and can no longer bear to call him her "lover".

Cannon Oletus Manor:

I haven't created or stabilized enough OC's to create a survivor cannon match for her. However, she DOES have a hunter identity.

In the match where Cecille is the hunter, Weeping Angel, two survivors that participate in the match happen to be Caden and Silas. Both are TRAUMATIZED to see what she has turned in to. She runs into the both of them arguing (rightfully so, Caden was devastated to hear about what happened to the orphanage, and it turns out Silas had been keeping all the letters he wrote to her, which is why he never received a response since Cecille believed that Caden hated her after she left). Cecille is shocked to see her twin, but immediately turns her attention to Silas where she,,, murders him. She does NOT care about capturing anyone else and focuses directly on torturing her ex-fiancee.

Fanon Oletus Manor:

Fannon Manor Events (which I focus more on because tee be ache, its much more fun) differ. A little but of background: I used to ship Cecille with Eli until I felt guilty because Eli literally has Gertrude so I just decided to traumatize Cecille even more by making her "the other woman" (LANA DEL REY REFERENCE????) (im evil 😈) Im not going to get to it here but ill do some angst fics with them in the future.

Eli and Cecile start off pretty solid, they're both caring and generally work out together well. Lowkey a power couple until Cecille finds unsent letters to someone from Eli that she is NOT happy about. She feels stupid because the signs were always there, for she had comforted him on nights where he broke down but never told her why, though never pushed it for his own privacy. Cecille feels used, betrayed, all of the above. Though she takes it like a champ and while she would rather NOT interact with Eli, she won't be an asshole if she has to be around him.

Then Ganji arrives at the manor and they kiss and they're in love and no one or anything can ever separate them and,,,, AOUGH I just love cecille x ganji so much im going to THROW UP

ill lock in with them soon,,, trust,,,

CECILLE FUN FACTS YAYAYAY:

(just little worms about her that eat my brain)

SO SO SO SO SO kind and giving. She's just a comfortable character to be around and won't react negatively to some intimate actions. Share a drink with her using the same straw, literally undress butt booty naked and she wouldn't question anything (though the latter might come from her usually seeing people naked due to taking care of them.) ask her to take you a bath, for a kiss, to have her sleep in the same bed if you've had rough matches. All platonic and she's just so sweet. hold hands with her as you travel with her around the manor or during a match. ask for a massage or for a well cooked meal. her love language to others is DEFINITELY acts of service, but everything she's willing to do might as well be all 5 of the love languages. (please make ur oc x cecille art im all here for it)

On the other hand, she's also honest. She doesn't sugarcoat anything and WILL point out if you've done something wrong. Scolds people for treating others unfairly for no reason. (stuck up characters like Edgar and Freddy are usually on the receiving end of her scolding for this reason) She doesn't treat them disrespectfully, but will just be blunt of what they've clearly done wrong.

Positive traits: Empathetic, loving, hardworking, patient, encouraging

Neutral Traits: Unassuming, firm, cautious, analytical, frugal

Negative Traits: Melancholic, overbearing, worrywart, wary, sensitive

She CANNOT stand arrogant and rude adults,,, she literally LOOSES her mind and think of how disappointed their parents are because,, she's just appalled.

She's lowkey a little silly,,, Cecille LOVES having quality time with other survivors that are enjoyable to be around. She won't mind baking for them, or making an abundance of food to get fat while they are together. (She sometimes throws secret "parties" in her room that she invites anyone who won't tell) (Emily has caught her on multiple occasions)

Tries to unwind at the manor. She never had the chance to experience the lack of responsibilities because she raised herself and her adopted children afterwards. Does try to experience some things she wish she'd done when younger.

She dosent smoke, but she enjoys a nice alcoholic beverage once in a while.

isn't one of those annoying mother characters that infantilizes others, she UNDERSTANDS that people are adults. wont say stuff like that "omg dont curse" or continuously does things that puts people in those situations that make you wonder why she's treating them as if they're 12.

Though, she WILL baby and spoil people who outright ASK for it. who is she to deny when people come to her for it? however, she sees that not everyone wants her to be affectionate and if she is rejected she won't offer again until it is asked for. (she might be a little butthurt but its okay, she'll get over it without holding a grudge)

literally body blocks for EVERYONE.

bleeds out a LOT!!! with the time to bleed out decreased, going up against Percy or Joseph is her worst nightmare.

Sometimes, some hunters might just be dicks and bleed her out for fun

When meeting someone new she's usually formal, calling them by their last name unless specified otherwise

enjoys some sort of physical initiation when meeting up with someone (hug, pat, handshake) but still understands if thats not someone's thing

She loves bonding with the hunters so much, loves Leo, Bane, and the grumpy old man Burke to death

KEVIN!!! SHE LOVES KEVIN SO MUCH,,, they're besties and id lowkey ship them together too #mexicansinlove

this specifically has always been brewing in the back of my mind, but I feel like Kevin still carries much guilt with Angelina and he somewhat connects the two together which draws and pushes him away from Cecille in a romantic sense,,

cuts her hair when it gets too long to let go.

LOVES eating. LOVES cooking to eat. professional big back right here (her model is OLD OLD, ~2 years. id love to visit it again to make her chubbier)

she dosent have much stamina, but lord is she STRONG!!! can pick up almost every survivors in the manor

probably teases ganji when they're doing smthn sporty together, (I dont think ganji can lift her up, but she can FOR SURE carry that man) they're racing and she's huffing and puffing but she tells him in a shit ass teasing voice, "just dont let me catch you, gupta." cecille being bold makes ganji WEAK, he dosent know if he should let her catch him or run faster

holds ur hand when youre venting to her!!!! one of those people who you just know who actually cares about what youre saying

some of her habits are:

paints her nails just to scrape the paint off

rhythmic blinking

just bumps people with her hips randomly or when playing around

her hands are for some reason always cold as fuck???? so she always puts them under or between her thighs to warm them up

ALWAYS!!! and I mean ALWAYS!!!! has butterscotch candy on her. her ABSOLUTE FAVORITE THING

like, she's munching on that shit mid kite

She enjoys baking/cooking and cleaning

Trivia:

Cecille was actually originally made to be a self insert until I was really unhappy with the idea and she became a oc

Was originally meant to be a therapist until Ada was released! Her abilities were extremely similar to postman but worse since the characters would have to find each other mid match to receive buffs

she dosent mind that she's a little overweight, actually really loves her body! the only reason why she's always covered up is because of the burn scars on her body that she's embarrassed of

her birth certificate reads "cecil" and not "cecille". the nurse made a mistake on the spelling (reference for when I made her my dumbass thought that cecil was pronounced cecille. smh my illiterate ass)

despite hating loud noises, she can tolerate children. maybe she's grown deaf to it over the years

going back to the therapist and then ada being released, net ease has always been my opp when it came to ideas with her??? her once skin was meant to be her in a wedding gown and the skin was going to be called "promised day" and then the Mary skin came out. Then her deduction star would have been "Dorthy" from "The Wizard of Oz" then Memory received that skin as well. Lastly, Ada's "Everlasting Night" Skin is THE EXACT same concept I had for a skin for Cecille but it would have been called "Bleeding Blossoms" and would have been white instead of black. cant believe u net ease

Cecille's favorite flowers are babys breath, Lilly of the valley, and forget me nots

Playlist:

Harpy Hare - Yaelorke

Die in a Fire - The Living Tombstone

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

I Bet on Loosing Dogs - Mitski

The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey

Nothings New - Rio Romero

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

It's Been So Long - The Living Tombstone

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

(there's probably more for her playlist but im so tired rn)

cecille if you were real you would have loved Lana del Rey and mitski and would kin Emily from corpse bride and loved Anya from mouth washing....

NETEASE!! ADD HER TO THE GAME RIGHT NOW!!!!

tytyty new oomfie for asking about her,,, I love yapping about her she makes me mentally ill

they,,,

[stars4heaven]

˚｡⋆୨୧˚BAKE MY LOVE˚୨୧⋆｡˚

“Would you like to go on a date with me sir?” ・❥・fluff

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

As the morning sun beamed through the window panels of the small bakery, you patiently waited for one male to walk through those glass doors. Constantly turning your head with whimsy whenever the bells jingled, only to be let down by the sight of someone else coming in.

You were getting tired of playing this waiting game; having to check yourself in the bathroom mirror each time you’re on break, or when you sneak your phone from your pocket when the manager isn’t looking.

All you did was sigh as you handed the customer their croissants and coffee, taking the cash in return and storing it away in the register.

Closing your eyes in pure irritation, you threw your head down; your {H/C} strands covering your face.

“Uh excuse me?”

Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach like the titanic.

Briskly, you lift up your head; trying to keep it casually and play it off cool as you messily struggle to fix your {H/T} hair.

“Shit- Hello, welcome, uh, what- what can you get for you-I mean I, what can I get for you?”

You felt your face heat up as your co worker in the back giggled at your stupidity. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fought back the impulsive thoughts telling you to run out and never come back again. This was the man you’ve been waiting for. The one you always look forward to seeing whenever you’re working.

Ever since you first started working here, you’ve been seeing him come at 10;00-10;30 ish AM. Sometimes with a friend or more but he’s usually alone. His brown skin shimmered with the sun’s rays, his accent was like music to your ears, you could listen to him talk all day, not to mention the way he's so polite.

And that’s not even all of it.

His jet black hair looked so soft and shiny; you could tell he takes very good care of it. Same thing with his face; his face was always so clean and spotless- not one sign of acne. Ugh, and then his body; he was perfect- straight out of a bookworm’s wet dreams. You didn’t wanna believe it, but you fell in love with his man. This stranger that you know nothing about except for the pastry he orders all the time.

“May I get 1 cinnamon roll, and a cappuccino?”

You nodded, feeling a smile creep onto your face as you grabbed the brown paper napkins and picked up the cinnamon sweet and put it gently into the small dark brown takeout box, all while the feeling of love exploded in your stomach. Moving onto making his coffee, you peeked behind you, admiring him on his phone with a straight face before looking away in fear of making awkward eye contact.

“Here you go sir!”

You smiled wider, showing your pearly teeth.

He looked up from his device, putting it in his sweatpant’s pocket with one hand and grabbing his order with the other before taking the money out of his wallet and handing it to you.

You clenched the money in your hands as you stared at the register. It was common for you to do this. You would pause whenever he gave you the money as if he was doing it out of an act of kindness. Then, you watch him walk out the door, leaving nothing but the sound of the bells jingling in your ears. But not this time.

As you gripped onto the money tighter, you looked up at him, seeing him start to fade away.

“EXCUSE ME SIR!” you called out, catching his attention. He turned his head to you.

“Yeah?”

You froze up again. Your breathing got heavy and you fought back your tears, in which you failed. Your voice got shaky as the money began to get sweaty from you gripping it.

“Would…”

You looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“...Would you uh, go out on a date with me?”

His face changed from neutral to a slightly surprised expression.

You fucked up, didn’t you?

You felt your happiness pop instantly, and you haven’t even heard his answer yet! What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? What if he wasn’t even interested in dating at all? What if he had 3 kids at home and a loving wife? What if he says no and doesn’t come back ever again?

The cafe was so silent that it was screaming at you. Tears begin to drip down your face as your hair saves you from making the situation more embarrassing.

“Uh…”

You struggled to mentally prepare yourself for his reply.

“...Um…”

That’s it! You can’t show your face back here ever again!

“...Sure, you seem nice.”

You gasped, almost choking on air as you quickly lifted up your head, not even bothering to fix your hair this time.

“A-Alright, uhm… What’s your phone number..?”

“I’ll write it down for you.”

Your heart thumped in your chest as you eyed how his muscular hands wrote down the numbers on a brown napkin with a dark blue pen; the beautiful strokes and edges of each number was heavenly.

When he was finished, he slid it to you before smiling slightly. Your eyes dropped down to the brown napkin, then back up to the jingle of the bells as he exited the cafe.

You did it. You finally did it. You finally asked him out.

“Yo, {Y/N}”

You jolted, swiftly whipping your head towards your co-worker.

His shiteating grin and freckles paired with his beach blonde curls matched his annoying personality.

“You’re crushing the money.”

Aww shit, you forgot about the money. You set the dollar bills free from your grip as you try to iron it out with the palm of your hands before putting it into the register.

You prayed for the day to be over quicker so you could go home and text the love of your life already.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

And so as the night came, you clocked out and walked through the glass doors, the musical jingles wishing you well as you locked up and headed to your car.

Pulling out your phone to connect the bluetooth and blast your favorite playlist to get you hyped for your upcoming date as you ride home with your {H/C} {H/T} hair flowing with the cold wind through the car door window.

Pulling into the driveway of your apartment building, you disconnect your bluetooth and collect your belongings. Getting out of the car, you take your keys from your bag and unlock your house door, taking in the comforting smell of your home.

Shutting your door behind yourself, you lean against it; pulling out your phone and tapping on your contacts app. You didn’t even need to take out the napkin to see his phone number, you made sure to keep it engraved in your brain.

After saving his phone number in your contacts list, you struggled to come up with a name. You bit your lip as your frows scrunched together. You didn’t even ask him his name. How stupid of you. You soon let your impulsive thoughts take over once again and set his name as “Boyfriend” with 12 different heart emojis.

Hey, it's the person from the cafe.

You stared at the send button. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he didn’t wanna go and only said yes to save you from embarrassment? All these thoughts raced through your head. But, you made it this far so might as well. There’s no going back now.

You closed your eyes, sending the message and quickly turning your phone off. You threw your head back against the door until you waited for a reply. But, that didn’t last for long. As you waited and waited, you watched the time go by. Your phone finally buzzing at 8;09 PM.

You curse loudly at your phone as you struggle to put in your 4 numbered password; messing up so much it is almost locked for 2 minutes. You smile at the reply, reading the text being;

Hey, sorry I replied late. I was at the gym then I had to take my dog out for a walk.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as your imagination went wild thinking about him working out. And he liked animals too? Oh yeah, he can get it. You slid from your door to your knees; criss crossing your legs as your mind became invested in the conversation.

It’s fine! Are you still free for the date? There’s this place that has good reviews. It’s popular for having different varieties of food from different cultures.

Yeah, I am. I was gonna get ready now. What address is the place?

You couldn’t contain how happy you were. You told him the address and the restaurant name before rushing to the bathroom;

You sang in the shower, did your skincare again, fixed up your hair, and put on your fanciest outfit.

This was it. You were really gonna go on a date with the man you’ve been crushing on for months.

It was just up to you to make this the best night of his life.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

You began to grow frantic as you fiddled with your hands underneath the table. Did you come too early? What if he canceled and just didn’t wanna text you? What if he changed his mind? Did he even wanna come? You sigh as you lay your head down on the table, flinching when the screech of the chair being pulled back rang in your ears like an alarm clock. Lifting your head, you quickly fix yourself, smiling at the brown skinned male who sat down in front of you.

His beautiful dark eyes were the cherry on top. He truly was perfect- Heavensent. You wanted to swim in his eyes and never get out. A tint of pink was smothered on your face as you sneakily observed the suit he was wearing; it was black and nicely put. That color really looked good on him.

“You look really nice!” you blurted out, trying not to stare too much into his soul.

Red appeared on his face, looking a bit to the left with a stutter.

“Thanks…you too.”

“I’m {Y/N} {L/N}, but people just call me {N/N} for short!”

“I’m Ganji Gupta.”

You could feel your smile get bigger as you watched him look through the menu.

“That’s pretty.”

He looked up at you in slight confusion.

“Huh?”

You frowned. Your eyes shot back in fear of making him uncomfortable.

“Y-Your name! it’s…pretty…I like it.”

His expression softened back to his neutral one, but he seemed embarrassed. His arm rested on the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact again.

“Oh…Thanks..”

It was a few minutes of awkward silence before it was interrupted by the waiter. Your heart shriveled up like a ruined piece of paper when you saw who was serving you tonight. You locked eyes with the brown and white haired female. The smirk on her face makes you more anxious than you already were. Her gold hoop earrings making itself known as her green eyes continued to lay dominance. She looked over at Ganji as he was ready to order.

Meanwhile, you just sat there. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, you did. You've been friends with her since highschool! You’re just jealous- if that's the word for it. Her curvy body has always made your love interests go for her; She would turn them down and call them whores. And you respect her for that. You just hope Ganji isn’t the same.

“And for you?” She mocked with a smile, holding in her small giggles.

“I’ll have the-”

“Got it! It’ll be out in 30 minutes, any drinks for now?”

Sweat raced down your forehead as you nervously looked at Ganji, who looked at you very confused. Biting your lip, you gripped her on the arm before staring her down. Her red lips curved into a more sinister grin. She was up to no good.

“Well, I already know what drink you want,”

She looked at your date.

“What would you like to drink tonight?”

Still confused, Ganji took a few seconds to reply.

“Uh…Just water please…”

She nodded, writing down everything on the small notebook attached to the brown woody clipboard before walking away.

“Do you, know her?’’

“Yeah, she’s my friend…I didn’t know she worked here.”

He nodded. You wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear. You knew Demi meant no harm but, this is kinda harming you right now! You were surprised that he didn’t walk out after that. Moving on to a different topic, you remember the short conversation you had with him on the phone.

“So, how's the dog?”

You noticed how he played with the end of the lace table coverings to keep himself occupied. His dark eyes moved to your gaze.

“He’s good.”

He wasn’t very talkative. I mean- you didn’t mind it, you just expected him to be a yapper. But to be fair, you guys don’t know each other all that well. {Y/N} maybe think things through before you commit to it? Sorry, that was mean. Anyways, as the minutes went by, you started to see him open up more and more; he made eye contact more and shared his childhood moments and stuff that you found to be relatable in a way. You were in love with how he was so happy to explain stuff about his culture, like the food, holidays. You could see his eyes light up like the stars in the sky the more you asked about it.

The butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter around. This was what you dreamt about. Going on a date with the stranger you grew a crush on for months in the cafe and getting to know him more. He was a good listener as well. Your childhood wasn’t as exciting as his, but he still treated it as if it was the best stories he ever heard. And when you opened up about your culture, he was so in love. You swear you saw his pupils shape into hearts.

“Here you go.”

The mood was interrupted once more by Demi handing you two your food and drinks.

“Anything else I can do for ya lovebirds?” She teased, throwing you a wink.

“N-No…That’s all, thank you!”

She nodded, rustling your hair before patting you on the back.

“Alright, you two have fun now.” She chirped before walking away. You sighed but didn’t let the embarrassment ruin this special moment for you.

As you guys ate, you couldn’t stop talking to each other. You even choked on your food at one point which scared the life out of Him, but laughed about it afterwards. After the main course, you decided to get dessert just to make the date last longer; He ordered the lava cake that came with a side of vanilla ice cream with a dollop of whipped cream and a cherry on top of it and you ordered “your favorite '' according to Demi.

Soon, the check came and he offered to pay. You felt bad so you insisted that you guys could split it. But no, him being the gentlemen that his mother raised him to be, he ended up paying for the whole thing. Shit, he even gave a 20$ tip! Oh yeah, you gotta marry him for that one.

When exiting the restaurant, you felt the nervousness creep up on you again. You fiddled with your hands as he rested his hand on the back of his neck. You didn’t want this night to end. You wanted him to come home with you and cuddle.

“I had fun, we should do this again.” He said, blushing.

You nodded.

“Yeah! Totally! Uh…”

You wanted to kiss him. That’s too soon, isn’t it? How would he feel if you did? Would he hate you? Would he find you weird? I mean, you are pretty weird, you’re reading a fanfic. Okay sorry, that was mean.

But hey, fuck it we ball am I right? Don’t answer that, I know I am.

“This might be weird and I’m sorry if it is but…”

You inched closer to him; hearing his heartbeat in his chest. Your noses had little to no space between each other and your eyes were locked in together.

“Can…Can we kiss?”

You fucked up, huh? Your hands started to sweat again, and it was so cold out you thought it was snowing. He was taken aback by the request, obviously not expecting this on the first date. But, you did peak his interest tonight, and to be fair he did pay like 500$ for the dinner and dessert , plus 20$ for the tip.

“Sure…”

He was red. You caressed his cheek and shut your eyes, melting into his soft lips. Seriously, what skincare routine does this guy have?

You could feel yourself lose yourself and your dignity as he held your waist. You almost forgot you were in public for a minute. Pulling away, you both open your eyes.

“Do… Do you wanna come home with me?” He asked, mind blown by how much of a good kisser you are. You smiled.

“I would love to.”

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ BAKE MY LOVE - END ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

[corruptedroses]

Out of curiosityyyyyy... what's in your inbox rn? (Don't wanna send shit twice sorry ><)

Oh this is gonna be a long list then— I'll split it in two for my nsfw (here) and sfw (@smittenroses)

Find the list underneath this read more!

🔴 have started/working on

🟠 plotting/have a plot

🟡 haven't started yet

🎮 Corruptedroses WIPs (you are here)

🔴 Drown in You — Nightmare x OC (FNAF) (COMMISSION) — She couldn't help finding herself drowning in him, but when fate heeds an ugly head and she's forced to confront her own self, will Amelia decide?

🔴 Ringing on your phone — Phone guy/reader freeform (FNAF) — Scott always had a tendency to push your buttons. It's time to push his in a way that is pleasurable for both of you.

🔴 As the Sinner's Bell Toils, part 2 — Andrew Kreiss/reader (IDV) — Your night of sin stays forever on his mind, when he begins to act strangely, its you who comes straight into the web.

🟠 Pegging Mr Cotton Tail — Toy Bonnie/reader (FNAF) — Brats need to remember that its all fun and games until you come to play

🔴 Chica smut headcanons (FNAF) — Headcanons for FNAF 1 until SB (has been worked on)

🟡 Scream for Gold — Norton Campbell/reader (IDV) — He's so big, so rough, yet all he could see coming from your mouth was pure, filthy gold.

🟠 Skin to Skin for Warmth — Mark Watney/reader (The Martian) — When the station loses power for a few hours, you and Mark have to come up with a way to keep warm.

🟡 Sweeter Than Wine — Vampire! Mike Morton/reader (IDV) — Quinlan can't help you're so addicting, especially with your legs thrown over his shoulders

🟡 Toss you to a bed of flowers — Bane Perez/reader (IDV) — You're needy, easy to hold, how could he say no?

🟡 Ganji Gupta NSFW headcanons (IDV) — Headcanons with the boyo

🟡 William Ellis NSFW headcanons (IDV) — Headcanons with the boyo

🟡 Show your face to the dark — Andrew Kreiess/reader (IDV) — Shy and nervous reader w Andrew

🟡 To make death whimper — Aesop Carl/reader (IDV) — Aesop's first time being pegged

🟡 Red as a Rose — Jose Baden/reader (IDV) — He just loves to see you blush red

🟡 Topping the Merc — Naib Subedar/reader (IDV) — Getting him to top was easy, bottoming is another thing altogether

🟡 Three beards and something smooth — Jose/Servais/Kevin/reader (IDV) — Seeing all these powerful men at your mercy was thrilling. Seeing them all lust after you was exciting

🟠 The Unashamed and The Sinful Games — Jack (The Ripper)/reader (IDV) — You never realised just how big he was until he was deep inside of you

🟠 Greed until Full — Svarog/reader (HSR) — Part 2 to GLORY GLORY WHAT A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE

🟠 Baby Fever — Welt/reader (HSR) — Making your rounds on the railway, you saw a family with their baby. Even if you may be 50, it doesn't stop you front wanting it. Your husband is too happy to indulge in your desires.

@smittenroses WIPS

🟠 Safe With you — Jose, Kevin, Kurt, Servais, and Norton/reader (IDV) — Cuddling headcanons with the boys

🔴 Listen to Me — Cole and Scale/reader (Blush Blush) — Sometimes words are just enough to let them know they're loved

[inklingirl]

Little Fifth Pentacle drawing

Basically in these last months I had to keep up with school, I recently found out my sexuality, I can't talk to a cute classmate and I started many unfinished drawings

Also here if you want the template:

[thekingthatwrites]

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Please read these rules before requesting anything! If you do not, and send me an ask beyond my rules or against them, I will be blocking you.

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Yandere

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Podophilic ships

x Oc

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Encanto

Fullmetal Alchemist

Undertale

Homestuck

Genshin Impact

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Five Nights at Freddys Security Breach

Identity V Detroit Become Human Bungou Stray Dogs

The Owl House

The Legend of Vox Machina

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God of War: Ragnarok

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Encanto Camilo Madrigal (Main) Bruno Madrigal Mirabel Madrigal

FMAB Greed (Main) Ling Yao Edward Elric Envy

Undertale Sans (Main) Chara Frisk Papyrus Asgore

Homestuck Karkat Vantas (Main) Jade Harley Dave Strider Roxy Lalonde Rose Lalonde Tavros Nitram Eridan Ampora Feferi Peixes Gamzee Makara Nepeta Leijon Kanaya Maryam Sollux Captor Vriska Serket Cronus Ampora

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Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Hanako

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Sunnydrop  Moondrop Glamrock Freddy 

IDV

Naib Subedar William Ellis Norton Campbell Mike Morton Luca Balsa Ganji Gupta Antonio Paganini  Robbie White (Platonic Only) Detroit Become Human

Connor Nines Gavin Reed

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu (Mafia and Ada)  Atsushi Nakajima Chuuya Nakahara  Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

The Owl House 

Hunter (Main)  Gus Porter Willow Park Amity Blight Luz Noceda Raine Whispers King Darius  The Collector 

The Legend of Vox Machina

Percival De Rolo Vax Vex Scanlan Shorthalt

Marvel

Steven Grant Mark Spector Peter Parker (Tom Holland)  Doctor Stephen Strange Tony Stark

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans Lup Tacco Taako Tacco Kravitz Magnus Burnsides Lucretia Davenport Angus Mcdonald (Platonic) Lucas Miller  Duck Newton Minerva Aubrey Little Ned Chicane Dani Indrid Cold Amber Gris Devo La Main Oksana

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[dotedlover]

ganji endearingly calling cecille "my angel" after shes changed into Weeping Angel for the first time, even if shes in her survivor form im going to cry everywhere im loosing it

[dotedlover]

cecille and ganji ivory tower doodles,,, they rot my brain

[dotedlover]

I am coming back to ask for more cecille and ganji headcanons……….i mean since its your oc arent those just canons at this point…….anyways…….me is asking for cecille and ganji canons

in your arms, i find home

paring: ganji gupta x cecille maduro (identity v ccxoc)

summary: genreal ganji x cecille cannons

warnings: slight mention of nsfw at the end

note: willamkisser im going to kiss YOU‼️,,, im boutta become williamkisserkisser 😈

HEADCANNONS

Early Interactions:

his tough exterior dosen't completely discourage cecille, though it does set a clear boundary between the two and she dosent pry in their early stages

word about a new survivor gets around the manor quickly, though all what she's heard about him have been vague. people obviously acknowledge that he's come from a troubled past and because of this, dont share all the details between one another

she understands that he has a distrust of others because of this, and she's just as patient as ever, not prying during their first conversations

their conversations aren't necessarily long, they're somewhat awkward but not because they hate each other, they just dont know how to connect just yet

their initial meetings are similar, and in the beginning they always seem to run into one another outside of matches

emily calling in cecille to aid her with patching up survivors that attended a tarot game and ganji just so happens to be one of the participants, its his first match of the mode and they all talk and mike comes in to be a little shit and make everything awkward (I have a draft on this, i need to lock in)

shed run into him in the library or linger a little too long when she catches a glimpse when hes training. she would find him in the middle of the night throwing together whatever the manor had to offer, feeling guilty, she cooks something for the man she knows is starving

he would run into her when she's baking something for the survivors, when she's doing one of her hobbies like embroidery or reading, or just being lazy around the common area

none of these interactions are long, cecille gets the feeling that ganji really isn't all about socializing or that he just might not want to be close to her, but she dosent take it to heart. she still treats him with respect as he gives words of appreciation to her efforts

Their first match together is traumatizing for ganji. He finds out how sacrificial her abilities are and he ends up believing that she’s not putting up a front. Its duo hunters and everyone runs to the gate, though the hunters decide to down cecille. She’s about to bleed out, and ganji looses his shit, he doesn’t want anyone to die. He ends up fumbling hard and is downed next her her

So yeah first match together and cecille dies right next to him, and he believes that she’s gone for good

Apparently no one’s told him that survivors don’t actually die, and he thinks this is all a sick joke when she comes stumbling in

after their first match with one another they dont recognize it yet but their actions complement one another, cecille healing an injured survivor while ganji is defending her, keeping the hunter occupied nearby

they have unexpected soft moments when cecille handles him gently during matches. no words are exchanged but "thank you's" from ganji once she heals him, patting him on the back when parting ways with a smile

although he is still weary after their first match together, he is still helpful when he thinks cecille needs it

simply passing by, he might see her put a heap of items in a box and before she picks it up, he'd offer to take the box to where she needs it

she knows she could carry the box with ease, but she wants to form some sort of connection with ganji, so she takes him up on the offer and they engage in fleeting small talk

they finally begin to warm up and see one another in a softer light when they see the other caring for another survivor from a distance

I like to think of these moments where ganji sees cecille patching up robbie and little girls' knees after they've been scraped when they've been playing around, putting little bandaids and kissing their foreheads, or he might find her reading to helena as the young woman has her head down, listening to cecilles voice

On the other hand, I believe cecille to be more drawn to ganji when she sees him doing something, specifically for the children. shed be in the library doing her own thing and from a distance, see ganji acting totally different, hes smiling and laughing as he is bonding with little girl, lifting her up to help her get a book that she couldn't reach

from this point on, cecille truly knows that this man has a kind heart, and ganji thinks fondly on how gentle she is with people

warming up:

ganji definitely feels drawn to cecille after a while, anxiety pooling in his stomach whenever she is being chased during a match. however, he chalks the feeling up to be team morale

they both enjoy the silence that they share every now and then, one of them spending the day in the common area or the library and the other sitting down to do their own thing in the same room. its comfortable for ganji, for the woman dosent pry and cecille appreciates him warming up to her. they both get embarrassed when their fluttering eyes meet the other stealing glances and their eyes meet. cecille lightly laughs as ganji looks away flushed (I LOVE THEM IM GOING TO THROW UP) they still aren't on first name basis here, so moments like these are just silly for them

cecille was raised mainly by her mother (at least when her mom was around ☠��) who's hispanic, so of course she grew up learning to cook Mexican dishes. this actually proves to be something that draws cecille and ganji closer, because she is the source of food that is relatively familiar to him. of course, not the same, though its close enough for him to be reminded of home

this makes ganji look forward for when cecille takes on dinner duty at night, and something that would actually make him join the rest of the survivors for dinner service. when they become even closer, he'd sheepishly ask if shed be willing to make him something to eat.

food related, i think ganji can cook, but nothing more than simple meals. I also like to play into the head cannon that he cant handle spice very well, for sillies. also a similar head cannon to naib, and based off of a cannon twitter reply of his, this boy can EAT and dosent do any maintenance when it comes to eating, but due to all of his training, he burns it all off rather quickly

so since cecille cooks heaps of food, he always makes sure to eat his fill, and he cant be angry when hes on a full stomach

maybe people are right, food is a key to a mans heart 🤷‍♀️

not very close at this point, he is still a gentleman, just like his mom raised him to be. he holds the door open when she passes by, gives her a nod as they see each other in the manor and tells her good morning if he sees her during those hours

although he tells himself he shouldn't be, ganji is surprised on just how kind she is to others. somewhere in his heart, he sees himself in her before he was used: kind, giving, going above and beyond for those who didn't deserve it

I do have dialogue written between the two somewhere, he tells cecille something along the lines of, "youre too nice for your own good. dont let others take advantage of you."

cecille does feel awkward in this situation because ganji doesn't know that it already unfortunately happened ☠️

she humbly brushes it off, saying its no big deal and its her job, and they're left in awkward silence with the weight of his words

friends:

as they begin to actually become friends, ganji no longer actively tries to keep a large amount of distance from cecille.

They both still enjoy to sit in silence with one another, and just like earlier in their relationship, catch the other glancing and they both look away embarrassed

they talk more often but they still avoid overly personal topics regarding their background, they both think its unneeded to bring it up, and the other never asks (again, word gets around the manor. they've heard fragments of the others history and neither of them want to pry on such a sensitive topic)

when first meeting her and she offered to comfort him to use her blanket ability, she's standing there with her arm open to initiate a hug. he obviously declines, not comfortable or familiar enough with cecille to accept. Though, once becoming friends, hes not totally against the idea. he's still reluctant of course, receiving minimal affection ever since he left his home. he just needs time to warm up, is all

makes space and saves a seat for her in crowded rooms if she ever mentioned joining them, cecille appreciates it when he keeps her in mind

ganji now tries to initiate more of their interactions, hes comfortable with her, at least much more than the other survivors in the manor

he definitely feel guilt when she bleeds out during a match, she's always woozy and almost not even there, though he finds it amusing when she goes and is overly affectionate to a survivor who's willing to help her. though when ganji is his target, he gets overwhelmed by her affection, even if its obvious that she tries to hold back with him

they slowly start doing things for the other without them asking. cecille would always be sure to bring him food whenever she cooked or baked, if she caught a glimpse of him after a match shed call him over to patch up his injuries and sew his clothes back together if they were torn. if ganji might find her asleep in a common area during the day, he was sure to cover her properly with a blanket and continue on with his duties. though if it was late and she had a long day, he'd sit down next to her, lightly calling her name to wake her up. "miss maduro, its late. let me walk you to your room."

shed definitely give her thanks in a large way, preparing a care package, including some of her baked goods, like bread and cookies, a few pieces of butterscotch candy, herbal teas, homemade muscle rub, and a hand crochet scarf. shed invite him down to dinner, cooking a small pot of a hearty soup. he'd attempt to decline, but cecille wont have any of it. "oh, dont be silly. i appreciate you, ganji."

during this moment, they probably touch on slightly personal topics, she briefly skims over eli and her past, though the latter she dosent want a mental breakdown so she literally just mentions that shes lost people that she cared about. I dont think ganji would open up fully just yet, though would give little bits of his past so her vulnerability is reciprocated.

crushing:

this entire section is going to make me throw UP THEY MAKE ME SICK

in the beginning, the denial, especially on ganjis behalf, is strong.

he assumes his protectiveness, even stronger than before, is because she's a good teammate. he tries to phrase it in a way where he believes its his job to protect others, though all what he is doing is lying to himself

ganji overthinks EVERYTHING. if he did the right thing, if he seemed out of place and made himself look like a fool in front of her. additionally, when it comes to cecilles affection towards him, he pushes it aside, telling himself that thats just the way she is

overall, I feel cecille handles her feelings better than ganji does, especially since the whole experience is new to him and she obviously has experience. yes, when he was younger and before he left India he had his own crushes, though the gap from being 16 to 21, he had MUCH more things to be worrying about, and its been a long time.

though deep down, he always wanted to find that special someone to spend his life with, someone to love him as much as he'd love them

they both make excuses to themselves to do things that will bring them closer to the other person. oh, ganji went to go train out in the field? cecille happened to tend to some plants out there as well. cecille is in the infantry patching up other survivors? ganji would claim that he injured one of his limbs and would wait his turn so cecille can look at it

lingering touches are things that drive the other nuts. cecille claiming that he "had something in his hair", lightly holding his head as she gently dusts her fingers through his hair. hands brushing against each other as they pass objects back and forth, ganji giving her a pat on the back after a difficult match, or leading her somewhere with his hand lightly on her upper back to show her where to go

I feel like both of them pay attention more to their appearance at this stage. he tries to fix his hair and attire to be a little more presentable, and cecille may apply a little more makeup to her eyes or lips. they just want to look good in front of each other, they're big doofs

cecille definitely becomes more fidgety around him, whereas ganji stumbles over his words more and drops his tough exterior

them always making awkward eye contact will never NOT make me sick. once at this stage ganji has most definitely opened up to more people, so he would be hanging out with his friends (more of the open and easygoing guys, William, naib(though not open, the two have familiarity due to their cultures), Norton, Kevin, Luca, and mike, though hes probably tagging along because he has nothing better to do) in the manor. cecille would pass by the room they're occupying, and ganji would turn his head around just for them to meet eyes as she smiles at him and continues on with her day.

this does NOT go unnoticed by the rest of the group

they tease him and he does his best to brush it off (not going into detail because ill probably write a scene on this later... :3)

when teasing comes to cecille about anything romantic, it is minimum. the ones that know of her past assume it is a touchy subject, with silas and eli both betraying her. survivors don't want to trigger something unnecessary with her

obviously, both end up being protective of the other. cecille would be hesitant to sue her blanket during a match to a survivor who his not ganji, hoping somewhere in her heart that he would come and find her. ganji always putting himself between cecille and harms way, going above and beyond when its her turn to be saved

regarding her blanket, he now takes her comfort without any hesitation. he tries to play it off as if it dosent affect him, but as she wraps her blanket around his shoulder and gives him a warm and welcoming hug, this may be the only thing worth participating for in a match. because god forbid he ever comes up to her somewhere in the manor, asking for a hug. (scaredy cat)

their relationship definitely takes a SHARP turn when they begin to give each other words of praise and playfully banter with one another, and when their flirting becomes a lot more obvious, and they've slowly began to accept that they like the other

cecille flirts a lot more than he does, maybe because she's more confident with her advances, and as time progresses, she becomes bold and leaves ganji not knowing what to say. over time he gets the hang of it and does his attempts

but she's not bold off the get go, shed ease into it when she is more confident on his feelings towards her

she mainly throws words of praise towards the man, and soon enough that fuels ganjis urge to impress her

it could be during matches, defending her until he has no more cricket balls left, doing everything to stall her first chair. he would insist on always being the one to save her and do things that are beyond unnecessary and putting himself in harms way much more than he has to, saving on half health but actually pulling it off, using up all of his resources just to make sure she gets out. after the match, shed lightly scold him, though he knows that her praises will be following. "youre great out there, ganji. did you know that? youre my savior."

if the survivors would be hanging outside in the field in groups, cecille would do her own hobby, watching the more athletic people practice or have fun. once she and ganji met eyes and acknowledged one another, he'd show case his confidence and do unnecessary tricks with his bat before he swings. every time he struck the ball and it would go flying, he'd shoot his eyes to the woman try to see if cecille's attention was on him

he'd sit down next to her after practicing, shed give him some water and if hes sweaty, would probably hand him her handkerchief. shed pretend that she "forgot" it, knowing that later in the day he'd come knocking on her door to give it back. maybe thats why he plays along, "accidentally" taking it so he has a excuse to see her later

"wow, you really are the best there is out there, aren't you gupta? that was really impressive, im glad im here to watch."

"its nothing, im just out here trying to have fun, but im glad I keep you entertained."

cecille would smile down at him, lightly poking his head. "uh-huh. are you sure it was just 'nothing'?"

ganji would probably give a light laugh and look away. "maybe."

the doofus is just trying to look cool for his crush and earn the words he yearns to hear, hes just silly

THEYRE GOING TO MAKE ME JUMP I LOVE THEM

she might fix his collar, looking at up at him and giving him a look that he cant shake from his head, her cold fingers lightly brushing his chest as she reaches for his buttons of his shirt, "you have a match in leos memory, make sure to stay warm." ganji would do his best to try and brush it off with a shy smile on his face, saying something like "you didn't have to." all shed do is hum and say, "dont worry, I wanted to."

I dont think cecille would be insecure when it comes to thinking if she sizes up to ganji, although in the beginning she might think that their interests dont entirely align and this might dishearten her, she quickly gets over this when thinking that at the core, they both care for others and go out of their way to protect them. she knows ganji to be a sweet, caring, and kind man at heart, and that is all she needs to know. him being handsome is just a cherry on top

her body definitely isn't something that disheartens her, either. ganji is thinner than her but she's strong in her own ways, and she's confident in herself so 🤷‍♀️go queen

ganji on the other hand may put himself down, especially seeing how much she actually does for other people. she's sweet, she's kind. she's so giving to the point where he wouldn't be surprised if she offered her heart. the majority of the people at the manor like her, and he might think that hes undeserving at first. though, as time goes on, he learns to accept it.

they open up a little more halfway during their crushing stage. although not everything is in full detail, names and events begin to pop out from their past and they been to understand one another. cecille finally understands the gist of why ganji was so closed off, though cecille's side of the story isn't as much in detail. she briefly mentions eli, saying "i know you've seen the tension between us. all you need to know is that he betrayed his poor fiancee back home." ganji is smart enough to fit in the pieces, but isn't too sure how to respond when cecille becomes angry when she mentions Silas, saying "I was a fiancee too, at some point. I was silly enough to trust a man like that. he took everything from me."

when jealousy comes into play, this is when shit gets real

cecilles jealousy isn't obvious, but she does get disheartened. she's more weary and second guesses herself much more than ganji, but poor woman just dosent want to get her heart broken again

she would notice if ganji spends more time with another survivor, or she would feel a pang in her heart watching a interaction from afar

if cecille and ganji are spending time together and another survivor captures his attention for an extended amount of time, she would slowly distance herself to do her own thing, assuming that ganjis priorities are elsewhere

she definitely tells herself that she has no business feeling like this, especially because they aren't necessarily a thing at this point and that ganji can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, but that just leads her to feel worse

if ganji confronts her at a later time, asking where she went, shed try to brush it off saying something like, "oh, I left you both to talk, it seemed important! I went to do my own thing."

if its in a group setting and the two are sitting next to one another and other people catch ganjis attention, she might attempt to slip away by pretending she has to stretch and rub out her shoulders, and move to a different seat thats distanced from ganji, (that is, if she even decides to stay in the room) if ganji notices, shed do her best to avoid eye contact and continue to do her own thing. though, warmth will pool in her heart if ganji plays off the same thing to move closer to her.

ganji on the other hand

oh

oh ganji

his jealousy is MUCH MUCH more obvious

this might also be because cecille is much more affectionate to other people, its in her nature

every time cecille would bleed out and "die" in a match, he'd make sure that she wouldn't go for anyone else (might write a silly fic on this later)

long hugs, pats on the shoulder, favors, praise, holding hands, and especially loving kisses on the cheek or forehead gets ganji FUMING when he sees this blasphemy, and he dosent know how to properly feel when he finds out that she accompanies survivors during the night to sleep with them (non sexually ofc) if they had a bad day

he becomes much more competitive, attempting to outshine and to prove to himself and to cecille that hes worthy of her attention, and to make sure that no one else has it

he definitely gets possessive, standing close to her when someone comes to talk to her and makes himself noticeable

lowkey once their crushing becomes obvious to others in the manor, if someone is talking to cecille and gets a little too friendly with ganji nearby, all he has to do is give them a look that speaks words. they'd quickly finish up whatever business they have with cecille and once their gone, he'd be there to be the center of her attention

her past, specifically with Eli, may lead him to be upset and irritated with his presence. (will touch this in a few lines)

he dosent care too much about Silas, just by reading her body language when she's opened up about him, he KNOWS that she hates that man. if anything, he cant shake off the idea of being someone else's bride

cecille isn't overly affectionate with ganji as she is with other survivors in the manor, and this is because she dosent want to cross any borders with him, especially because more of her basic forms of affection were always turned down or hesitantly accepted earlier in their relationship, so of course shed never hold his hand or give him a kiss. somewhere in her mind, she may also find it morally wrong to mask those types of affection as platonic when she clearly would have meant it romantically

ganji obviously notices the disparity of affection from cecille, and at some point becomes frustrated to the point where he confronts her about it

it would probably start if there was something that brought eli and cecille close to one another. brooke still likes being around cecille, and eli in a hurry would try to fetch his beloved bird from her. they engage in small talk, and cecille still treats eli with decency. ganji might be a onlooker in this exchange, and become frustrated and approach cecille. Eli might take his as his cue to leave with Brooke, but ganji clearly needs to talk to cecille and pulls her aside to his room

he expresses little bits of his frustration, how could she even treat eli with kindness after what happened?

though this would be a snowball affect, and it would end with ganji saying something like this, "I always see you being so- youre always giving people --things-- and, why not me? why do you single me out?"

she's left a little confused, not knowing what he meant. this is the first time hes vulnerable about something regarding their relationship, but she slowly understands what hes trying to tell her. she dosent take this in a romantic sense initially, she was used to her kids asking for more and more affection, feeling as if they were being left out, and she understands ganji through this past experience

all she can do is smile and look down at him as he feels ashamed and afraid of rejection

"you know," she hums and reaches for his hand, "you could just ask me for a kiss if you wanted it so bad."

oh yeah and their crushing stage takes OFF

ganji asks for her more and more and more, and every time hes had a bad day, he'd go to her and ask her if shed be willing to stay the night (insert the fluffy section in my "fading stars" fic, for that is actually cannon between them)

when sleeping in the same room with one another so early on, cecille does not initiate anything major. although shed be open to hug and cuddle other survivors, ganji is always a different case. she doesn't want to push boundaries shes not meant to. I dont think ganji is asking her for such physical affection while sleeping near one another either. I feel like any affection like that happens is before the two go to sleep, ganji resting his head on her lap while she plays with his hair, or he'd mourn the loss of his home, hugging cecille

it is around this time and one of the nights that she stays with ganji that they tell one another their history in full. the moment is raw, they both cry, but they're there for one another.

famous iconic line from cecille, "youre a good man, ganji. i promise to take you home."

their pasts mirror one another in a way, he had been taken away from his life where she has had her life taken from her

they become as close as ever until shit goes down

of course, cecille bleeding out is nothing new, it happens at least once a week and yk, its to be expected

though, things take a sharp turn when cecille and ganji are the last two in a match against Percy

surprisingly, she had not yet eliminated, though she frantically attempts to finish the last cipher when ganji is downed.

when she notices that ganji, for the first time in his manor career, is about to bleed out, she is going to throw up out of nervousness

the entire event is tragic for cecille once she makes it to ganji, holding his dying body in her arms gives her unneeded flashbacks of when she was holding the dead bodies of her children, waves of guilt, and devastation

"hey, hey. shh. don't cry, it'll be okay." hed tell her, and all she can do is wail as she tries her best to pull out bandages to heal him, but its too late

when survivors surrender in a match, instead of showing the eliminated symbol, it instead shows the death symbol as if they were to bleed out

the thought of it is morbid, survivors surrendering is basically them offing themselves

so yeah

cecille surrenders on top of ganjis dead body

this mirrors how when they first initially met, cecille dying right next to ganji, and what he told her in attempts to soothe her as she was dying

this parallel absolutely makes me SICK I HATE THIS THEY MAKE ME CRY

of course once they arrive back at the manor, they immediately stumble through everything to find one another. they eventually have a heartfelt moment in the garden, the sun setting and golden hour flooding the room

(the reason why the "fading stars" fic hurt so much is because no matter in what universe or au, they always confess or have serious heartfelt moments during golden hour. when shit went down between the two, the time of day was blue hour)

they make me depressed

anyway, its here in the garden that they finally confess their feelings for one another

cecille finally takes the chance to be fully affectionate with him, (asking if its okay beforehand ofc), piling on the affection, kisses, pulling him closer and ganji does NOT know what to do 😭

of course he wants it, but hes never felt loved like this before, all what cecille is doing is kissing him to the point where her lipstick is smudged all over his face and letting praises spew from her mouth that leaves him hot and flustered, and it dosent help that she just bled out, and her affection strengthens by like 3x

basically he shuts down, her eagerness of affection makes his head spin

"you didn't have to do all that" he'd say, flushed, she laughs and pulls out her handkerchief

"you look good like this," shed compliment, her hand with the cloth reaching for his face, but he puts his hand over it and pushes it back down. she can only smile. "like someone loves you, like I love you." (SHORT FIC ON THIS COMING SOON IM GOING TO LOOSE IT)

they walk out together and to cecilles room to get rest, their emotions couldn't handle the whiplash of dying together and then kissing in the garden not even 15 mins later

however, the survivors that caught a glimpse of them walking hand in hand and half of ganjis face matching the shade of her lipstick were sure to spread the news.

people congratulate them when they get the rest that they needed, but no ones really surprised, ganji was too obvious when he was crushing

couple

power couple af

still affectionate and silly as if they were still crushing

however, ganji is probably a little embarrassed of excessive pda, hes okay with hugs and nothing more than a simple kiss on the forehead or cheek, they would hold hands with one another but ganji still might feel a little embarrassed

shed wait for him to take her hand, and if not, shed kiss the back of his palm before walking together somewhere

cecille understands that and dosent push unless he asks for otherwise, but she tells him, "if you ever want something more in public, go for it. i dont mind."

the only time that I can think that he'd be outwardly affectionate in public is if hes jealous (though his jealousy has seriously diminished now that they're a couple)

he'd go up to her and hug her from behind, lean on her, give a quick kiss on her lips before standing beside her and holding her hand. he'd just be affectionate in a way that makes cecille lightheaded, she's definitely not prepared when this happens. soon enough she catches on, quickly ending whatever she's doing or making an excuse that she and ganji had errands to catch up on. shed make sure that they'd go somewhere that her full attention would be on him

when It comes to love languages, i can see ganji feeling the most comfortable receiving words of affirmation, and when giving it would be acts of service. sometimes hes not the best with words, and as expressed above, physical touch isn't his strong suit. he believes thoughtful actions speak louder, especially when it comes to cecille (will touch on this a little later)

cecille? atp shes all of them ☠️, when she's giving at least. receiving would definitely be acts of service

both are also definitely into quality time, even if they're doing nothing

regarding her words, I feel like she's silly and shed like to tease him, piling on affection through words to make him embarrassed, only loud enough for him to hear and no one else notice

shed butter him up and feed him compliments, tracing her fingers along his arm, saying things like:

"you're so handsome, ganji. i have to start keeping an eye on you so no one else gets any ideas."

"youre so great out there, helping others out. you've got this whole 'knight in shining armor' thing down, dont you?" shed laugh to herself and shake her head. "wanna know something embarrassing? sometimes I dont mind getting caught when we're in a match together, knowing that you'd come save me. my knight in shining armor."

he'd laugh, but when he sees the way she's staring at him, he'd ask, "youre joking, right?"

shed chuckle. "maybe i am." her finger would trail up his arm, to his shoulder, soon her hand on his cheek, chilly hands cupping his face if no one else was around. "but if i wasn't, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

GET A ROOM ‼️

speaking of ganji saving her in a match, shed tease him if she noticed that he was showing off

"you've been real brave lately, gupta. you trying to prove something?"

his goofy ass would try to play it off saying that he was just "doing what i have to do."

cecille hums, raising a eyebrow, and both know thats not the case, and ganji knows that she dosent believe it either.

"well, whatever youre doing, youre making me feel spoiled."

he'd cave in and laugh, saying, "well, no ones gonna protect you like I do."

he enjoys her attention, especially since she's usually busy doing other duties around the manor. her words inflate his ego and pride that he attempts to be humble about

at some point, it hits ganji like a truck, that throughout her life, cecille really had no one to take care for her the way she does for others.

in every day life, he'd pick up small tasks for her to make it easier, such as counting and organizing the stock of medical supplies, straightening up the common area, and maybe ask if she could teach him how to heal others more efficiently, would secretly take up her duties if emily calls for cecille to help injured survivors after a match

every now and then (and always after shed have a long day), he'd make sure that shed come back from a match to a clean room, something to eat, and a schedule that would be clear for the rest of the day. he'd prepare a warm bath for her with salts and oils, and depending if they are further along in their relationship would sit on a stool and wash her hair for her, talking about one another's day, or sit in silence if needed

"ceci, you never give yourself a break. let someone, let me, treat you like you treat others."

if someone comes knocking on her door asking for something, ganji would answer and shoo them away, "sorry, shes busy. go find someone else."

hes a little cold, but all the weight this poor woman carries on her shoulders would give him a headache, and somewhat annoys him that everyone is always asking stuff from her

besides people who look up to her, (Emma for example) she dosent give out affection as much besides hugs. she respects ganji and he slowly learns to accept that her hugs to others aren't anything more than platonic, especially since that is how she uses her ability during a match

I lowkey cannot think of any nicknames they'd call each other besides ceci and jiji,,, any ideas would be appreciated,,,, 😿

light nsfw

this section is rather short because there isn't much to really say about them???? (I lied, re-reading this I had some things to say)

I dont find either of them doing the devils tango for no reason, or doing it just to do it

its not because there would be a pregnancy scare (cecille cant even have children), I can just see both of them viewing it as something thats meant to be special and not happening all the time

idk how to explain it, they just both see it as a connection that is lowkey sacred. they dont do it just because it "feels good", its more of showing the other that they fully love them in a different way that isn't expressed often

whenever it does happen though, its slow, its emotional, both are vulnerable and just taking the other all in

they laugh and giggle out of excitement when it finally does happen, smiling at one another

the buildup and aftercare are sweet, fluttering kisses over each others scars and praises gifted back and forth the entire time

I find both having rather low libidos (ofc they might have their own moments where its more felt, but yk)

ganji, true to the whole process of even having a relationship with him, is in no rush to get things moving along. and again, when he was in britain he had more things to be worrying about then having sex with someone else. because of this id think he'd be generally inexperienced. though hes not completely oblivious, hes a grown ass man, but its his first few times so he at least wants to show that hes making cecille feel loved the right way

cecilles libido is, a little confusing? I think shed be fine with not partaking in sex at all, thats why I mention it being low, though she could be in the mood more often? the best way I can describe it is that she adapts to the needs of her partner without knowing it. its not forced, but It could stem from wanting to take care of people and their needs. she's more adventurous if her partner were to suggest something (though, within what she's comfortable with, ofc. I feel like things that cause intentional pain or things that seem as if there's no respect like degrading shed immediately say no)

therefore cecille is a true switch

with ganji, I feel as if hes somewhere along the lines of a service top (informed by oomfie that this is a lgbtq+ term oopsies), especially when their relationship continues on. ganji, realizing that cecille does so much for other people and rarely has people doing things for her (like mentioned above), might feel as if she needs a break and to give to her

this may make cecille emotional, he'd repeat the words, "youre always doing everything for everyone. I think youre deserving of having it the other way around for once." she was always on the opposite side, and being loved the way shes always loved makes her soft

is it bad that I say that every time I see ganji nsfw head cannons I cringe when I see him being depicted as someone whose rough during moments like these

like what the fuck do you mean degrading was even in the question when it comes to ganji 🤦‍♀️ smh

im careful of writing stuff with ganji especially during freak time because anything to do with his character that has his restrained/tied up/talked down to lowkey feels wrong, da fleep,,,

I feel like when they are like,,, doin the it,,,, would like to be in a position where they'd see each others faces, it feels more intimate and personal and they get to smooch each other and shit

overall rather vanilla, idk I feel like other versions of them would be a lot more freaky (ahem cecille coa 3 skin concept and ganji coa 5 b tier)

in the beginning, I feel like ganji understands that of course, she had a life before him, so he wouldn't get insanely jealous of her past sexual relationships, maybe a little disheartened seeing how much love she has to give. but all that fades away as time goes on, "i don't care about it cecille. i dont care. im all yours now, and youre all mine."

yeah thats all for da phreaky time

closing notes oh yeah

can you tell that im a sucker for pining because of how long the crush stage is compared to the others

I love slow burn

oh yeah

I am pondering a lot of different aus between them, one includes ivory tower(shoutout to academic rivals to lovers), his coa 5 b tier sheriff, coa 6 paratrooper, his s tier lava cake, seasonal god/godess au where cecille is spring and ganji is winter, and a bunch of other random ass things between them they are the worms eating my brain

might post a fic of cecille turning into weeping angel and ganji bullshit idk,,, I never lock in

IF ANY OF YOU HAVE OTHER HEADCANNONS FOR THEM PLEASSE PLEASE PLEAPLE PELAPLEPLAEPLAE PLEASE TELL THEM TO ME AND ILL ACTUALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN IM CRYING

(∴◓᷄‸◓᷅∴) ♡ (⊗`ʖ´⊗)

their anniversary/creation is may 10th :3

[dotedlover]

oh my god in the distant universe where people actually escape from the manor and ganji introduces cecille to his mom... I can imagine him being the most giddy and happiest hes ever been because he knows that his mom would absolutely LOVE her. like he'd run to hug his mom and then basically DRAG cecille for them to meet OH MY GOD.

"here's my wife" headass smh

[dotedlover]

chat I just had the most heart wrenching and insane convo on c.ai between ganji and cecille... its so bad that im actually going to jump oh my god...

[dotedlover]

Cecille and Ganji Beanie Babies

Their Birthday Beanie Babies!

Cecille: Springy the Bunny | February 29th

Ganji: Courage the Cougar | March 29th

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! IVE BEEN WANTING TO DRAW THEM IN ONESIES BASED OFF OF THEIR BEANIE BABIES IM SCREAMING

[dotedlover]

Very important…..does cecille like williamer…

YES!!! William is one of her close friends!!! Cecille is usually closer with people who get injured a lot (since I think she'd usually be helping Emily patch them up, William makes himself higher in the list because of his friendship with Ganji) and those who I'd feel like are more accepting to her comfort. (Emma, Helena, the children). She definitely respects the more softer hunters (hence Leo, Bane, Jeffery, Michi) And burke is up there because I think she finds his grumpiness endearing. Kevin is her closest friend because of their background and ethnicity. Its nice to find people who are similar to you in that regard. Mike is up there because hes just a silly guy, and I feel like Cecille loves his antics. Galatea is another hunter she loves hanging around, and I love to think of Sculptor and Weeping Angel's friendship after Cecille turns into a hunter. (Weeping Angel is just a statue, after all.)

Decently close to Naib because of his friendship with Ganji and hes always getting injured. Anne and Cecille bond over the loss of their children (Anne had a miscarriage, Cecille unable to conceive and loosing her adopted kids in the fire) Orpheus is there because of Memory. Friends with Kurt because she enjoys hearing him ramble on about his adventures, and I feel like she'd be very expressive when listening to stories to make the other person excited and heard.

Maybe these are my own headcannons being silly, but I think it would have been cool to have Florian be one of the firefighters who responded to the fire at her orphanage. (though, he didnt set this one). She respects him a lot but they dont have a lot in common.

Cecille dosent dislike a lot of people, and those who are at the bottom are just from my understanding of the lore as well. The only person she has a major dislike to is Phillipe, NOT his sister Christina. Edgar may have been higher up in the list but due to his arrogance, it annoys her. Freddy is there because of what happened to Leo, Jack makes her feel unsettled, and Percy is there because she rarely ever sees him. (plus, she always immediately dies when she goes up against him)

[dotedlover]

I went to a new years party and i spent like half of the time just playing monopoly with my friends and we were letting out the most offensive insults known to mankind over a game for children …….. this is very important how would cecile be like while playing monopoly or just any board game overall…….

When Frenzy Rhapsody released, I definitely (though briefly) thought about Cecille's attitude towards the game mode, and I feel as if it would spill over to her behavior on board games.

She's fun, she's playful, she teases. She's NO ONES friend when it comes to board games. Though I don't think she'd be cocky or be outright mean (after all, it IS just a game, and she does want everyone to have fun), she definitely has no mercy.

I don't think that she would be the best at games that ruin friendships (Monopoly or UNO), though she is VERY unforgiving. She COULD take the +8 stack that is coming her way, she only has two cards, and she'd still have less cards than the poor Ganji to her right who was shat on the entire game and currently has 16 cards and he's sweating BULLETS.

Oh, but no no no. She rarely has the chance to have anything UNDER the beginning number of 7 cards, and she sees the opportunity as a blessing.

Ganji seeing Cecille smack down a +4 with that stupid grin on her mouth that he's come to love absolutely shatters his heart into pieces.

"Oops. Sorry, Jiji." Shed laugh at him.

Overall, Cecille isn't the greatest at standard boardgames and she's okay with that, though she's not as merciful as one would think. But, I also think that she has terrible luck and someone would swap their hand with 20+ cards with hers while she has UNO and she looses the game lol.

Some games that I believe Cecille would be GOATED at would be Pictionary (she'd play it all the time with her adoptive children, and the Lord only knows how bad those drawings truly were). Briefly turning away from board games, I feel like she'd be really good at games like charades because of her ability to read people, and surprisingly, murder mystery games for the same reason. I believe Cecille can also be a good liar, and because of this games like Mafia / Werewolf she'd be so good at. In the beginning, people already trust Cecille and know her by default to be a honest person. So, to their surprise when Cecille was on the "evil" faction of the game as she lied her ass off would cause an uproar as she's laughing. (Also if you want to include video games, she'd destroy a Among Us lobby)

Overall, I think she's silly when it comes to board games and I love her for it.

[dotedlover]

fading stars

summary: ganji knows that lashing out at others when he's upset never brings blessings, so why did he choose to do it anyway? he realizes that he now has to live with the loss of his actions. 

paring: ganji gupta x cecille maduro (identity v ccxoc) 

warnings: vulgarism, violence, cecille looses her shit (bipolar qween), kinda ooc

note: this wouldn't be something that would really happen between the pair, for they don't have many angst moments between them like this. (they are so lovey dovey and cutie patooties). cecille wouldn't want anything to do with eli, nor would ganji ever stoop down to insulting her.

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“You… slept. With him?” Ganji’s hands trembled, heart pounding with a raging adrenaline and his vision began to cloud with unspeakable anger, an uncomfortable lump forming at his throat. The mere mention of Eli Clark always made the Batter’s body be enriched with fury, and this topic made his being set ablaze with an abhorrent amount of jealousy.

The atmosphere in the Greenhouse was glum; the warmth of the sun was sluggishly inching its way towards its final destination. Blue hour flooded the room the two were occupying, the lights that were active pathetically bathed the area with a shallow glow. A distant chatter of those who inhabited the manor flowed to the conservatory, reaching the fretful pair.

“Mmh.” Cecille’s eyes didn’t even dare to meet the scowl and disgust Ganji wore on his face. “Well, not sexually. No.” Somewhere in her heart, Cecille was embarrassed, ashamed. She dreaded and had this dire urge for the topic not to make it back to her ears. Furious, Ganji stood over the Caregiver, unintentionally intimidating the woman who felt her displeasure with herself begin to burrow. She was uncomfortably seated on the ground, back towards the man, tending to flowers that belonged to an ill Gardener. The flowers were slowly losing their vibrant hues, slouched over and dying, the remnants of life had fallen to the ground. They were quiet for a few moments. Cecille then hummed, deciding that her favor to Emma was completed. She felt passionate, burning holes in the back of her skull.

Cecille rose, turning around to meet Ganji’s gaze, which was beyond displeased. Doing her best to ignore it, she made an effort to quickly move past him. However, the athlete wouldn’t budge, his movement mimicking that of a mannequin.

“Excuse me.” Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to not harm any of the plants with her dress as she still attempted to budge by. 

“You know he still likes you.” Ganji declared, his voice dulled. It lacked any form of life, dead and flat. The scorching inferno in his eyes now diminished into cinders, equivalent to the attitude of his voice. Ganji extended his scarred hands between her deltoids and triceps, cautious of her shoulder blades. “You sleeping with him makes him think you’re taking him back.” Her embarrassment slowly began to dissolve. 

Cecille sneered. “I am never getting back with him. We are just friends.” 

Ganji could only give a sardonic, trenchant scoff at her statement. “Who the fuck sleeps with someone else in bed if you’re ‘just friends’?!” 

Ganji was beginning to tread on her divine patience. 

“What are you implying, Gupta?” Her eyes constructed themselves into slits. “You should know me better than that. I am not doing anything wrong, nor am I picking favorites. I do it with whoever needs my help.” Maybe her stubbornness, maybe her morality, but she believed she was correct. In some outlandish sense, she was. 

The only problem that lingered was who she comforted. His jealousy inched towards ignition once more; repeatedly striking a match against its box, but only produced sparks without a flame. However, Ganji was taken aback at her sternness, silent. He stared at her eyes that reflected the somber lighting in the room. 

“If you’re concerned about my virtues, no. I wouldn’t do that if I was in a relationship. I’m not a whore.” 

That was definitely not what he was implying.

Ganji was an individual who called upon her services much too often. The man can remember the first time she arrived in his barren room; his few treasures from home were laid out upon his desk, the dormitory lacked personality. The Batter was an inconceivable wreck. A disgusting loss streak that chipped away at his ego and pride, hungry from the lack of familiar and edible food, and the passing birthday of a mother who waited for her baby’s arrival back at home in India. He snapped at anyone who let their eyes linger on him for too long, barking back at those who asked what was wrong with him.

Even in the setting where hope was offered, there was nothing but dry and meaningless promises in this lawless hell. 

However, on this particular night, Cecille was his star. The woman happened to work dinner service that evening; the survivors who attended the dinners thanked whatever god they believed in for her cooking. She always made extra, serving enormous portions that were borderline gluttony. However, she knew that carrying the responsibility of occupying this purgatory, being used as some sort of laughing-stock in an author's sick and twisted mind where you’d endure eternal anguish, would at some point call for exhaustion and hunger. 

She arrived in Ganji’s room with a plate that belonged to him, still warm and comforting. She gently moved his despondent being from his disheveled mattress to his desk, gently relocating his precious valuables and placing the familiar food on the flat surface. Although not a traditional dish from India, she told him it was called mole. It was a Mexican dish, and she made fresh tortillas to go with it. This was the closest cuisine he had to home, for neither he nor Naib knew how to cook more than simple meals. A gentle warmth of nostalgia traveled through his body.

Ganji lightly wept as he ate, the dramatic lighting of golden hour bounced off of every available surface in the room. Cecille tore everything off of his bed that the manor offered, replacing it with soft, fresh linen, warm comforters, and large, fluffy pillows. She folded the itchy and uncomfortable blankets and placed them into the corner of the empty room. She patiently waited for the sorrowful man to scrape up whatever was left on his plate. Ganji usually took his time as he had his meals, but he had been starving. Hunger dug deep into the pit of his stomach, feeling nauseated and frequent pain in his abdomen. Her cooking made it all disappear. 

Once finished, he stared at the woman who occupied the edge of the bed, playing with the ends of her hair. She wasn’t paying attention, but Ganji was now able to examine her person in a more intimate setting. The alluring light of the setting sun blanketed the room, making Cecille appear as if a god decided to make her his most divine angel. Her appearance and traits seemed to be hand-picked from the beauty of the stars and the comfort of a warm home. Gorgeous tanned skin shimmered like gold in the light, dark hair uncontained from her head-wrap looked soft. 

Cecille looked up from her own little world to check up on Ganji. His heart fired and began to thump, embarrassment flushed his body with an unfamiliar excitement with special attention to his ears, neck, and face. It was new, enthralling, and oh-so addicting. He didn’t even care (nor dare) to look away when she gave a smile; her brown eyes crinkled and seemed to glow a precious gold in the sun. Ganji’s breathing quickened, he felt lightheaded, his stomach flipped and turned in a foreign way. 

The whole experience at that moment made him feel euphoric. It wasn’t the same as the praise of his performance or adrenaline that hit him during a match which was something he’d always looked out for. This experience, this feeling, hit him like a truck. 

He knew that he’d abandon the chase of praise and adrenaline for a fraction of whatever this was. 

And it could only be from her. 

“Come,” She cooed, patting the empty space next to her. The vacant seat beside her was calling his name. “Want me to tuck you in?” 

Maybe Ganji wouldn’t admit the eagerness and exhilaration that reeked from the speed of his journey from the chair then next to Cecille, but it was damn obvious. Ganji made his home comfortably next to her, she reached her hand out to rub gentle circles along his back. Her touch sent a rippling feeling to every inch of his body, and he was accepting of it all.

“It’s all okay. Don’t get too stressed out about matches. We don’t have any consequences- maybe it damages your pride a little.” She lightly joked, having an upwards inflection in hopes of not sounding rude. Although Ganji would miss the contact her hand had on his back, he decided her promise would be much more rewarding in return; so he laid down on his new and comfortable bed. 

“You are okay with this, right?” Cecille asked out of curiosity, for almost all of the previous attempts of affection that were initiated from her had been rejected. 

“Yeah,” Ganji let out a shaky breath, he was elated. 

Cecille smiled at him, pulling the large covers over his body, making sure that he was comfortable. She was adjusting his pillow from underneath his head, and Ganji was allowed to take another look at her face. He was allowed to observe every freckle she donned, how her eyelashes fluttered against her skin. The moment was quick, but he absorbed every single part of it. Ganji didn’t want to seem like a creep, but the close proximity allowed him to realize that she smelled nice too. Maybe the woman’s thoughts were somewhere else, maybe she didn’t want to embarrass Ganji, or maybe she just thought he was cold; but he was shaking from excitement. 

Once Cecille finished making Ganji comfortable, she stood at the side of his bed. There was a moment of silence between the two, they both simply stared at one another. Usually, this would be awkward, but the moment felt right. Ganji’s thoughts were racing, feeling so many different emotions at once. Everything was powerful, and he had to have more. 

“You have to not be so hard on yourself, Gupta,” Cecille began to walk around his bed, making her way to the door. “Have a good night.” She reached for the doorknob. 

Ganji immediately shot up from his bed. He does not yet know how Cecille has him feel, how she somehow pulled this new version that even he has never met. His heart raced, this time anxious. Ganji was nervous, the feeling of nausea took over his body.

No, no, no. He couldn’t have her leave just now. 

“Wait!” He shouted louder than he meant to. Cecille froze and looked over her shoulder. “Can… Can you stay?” He said a little quieter this time, the embarrassment began to eat at him again. However, he became scared observing her reaction. She just stood there near the entrance of his room, staring at the man; he couldn’t quite pinpoint her thoughts, for her face seemed to have no emotion. 

“Hm.” Is all she said, still standing in place. The silence, it was deafening. It rang in his ears like an alarm that would echo along the floors and walls of halls that would take an eternity to pass through.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

His palms began to clam. What was he thinking? Of course he’d fuck everything up, this special time that they had together. Things just seemed to be perfect, everything aligned with her around. Now he felt shame riddle his body, chipping away at whatever confidence he had in the moment. Every precious interaction that he had built with her began to crumble down, all he did was pour gasoline on it and light it. Within the past half hour he felt healed, he felt new; but now, he just pulled back the scab just to let it bleed.

“Fuck, just- Nevermind. Forget I said anything.” He flipped around, his back facing her. He childishly covered his face with his blanket, facing the window that still welcomed that precious glow shine through the fabric. He felt disgusted in himself, he wished he could just take everything out. His throat felt tight, tears began to form at his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

What did he allow to come over him?

Ganji did not know what made him bring down the sturdy walls he constructed brick by brick, the timeless hard work that he spent every longing day assembling. Something that he took ages to build for the sacred protection of himself as a whole; everything he was had been locked up in a cold, barren cell. He knew that tearing the protection down would only bring bad things, so why did he do it anyway? 

Ganji does believe that he just ruined everything with the beguiling woman who still stood in his room. Ganji does believe that the sight of this woman in the hall would make his heart ache, but he would make it his mission to avoid her. 

Then, peace. It swallowed him whole. Her weight on the bed, the thunk of shoes on the floor, and the comfortable sigh she let escape her mouth as she made herself cozy seated in his bed lifted all worries.

She quietly laughed. “I don’t mind.” She whispered to him from the other side of the blanket. She reached to uncover him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind staying here.” 

His heart soared. 

She inched closer, searching for any signs of protest. When they were absent, Cecille sat close, reaching her hand for his beautiful curly hair to remove his headband that she assumed caused him a disgusting headache. She shimmied down, her back facing the man out of respect. Warmth radiated off of the two, their beautiful night coming to an end, the sun finally made its way past the horizon. 

Ganji knows that he will chase her warmth whenever he has the chance. He knows that her touch would be the only thing that he craves, he’d chase her saccharine praises that he’d be sure to leak from her mouth when he’d go above and beyond to show off in front of her. How’d she tell him how stunning he looked as he ran to her chair heroically to save her, how he’d insist that he would be the only one to come to her aid, and would bark back to others if they were her savior. For he would not want to hear any words that were meant for him to be directed to someone else.

God forbid he overheard the praise while she comforted her rescuer once they were finally safe, “Wow, look at you, what would I do without you? Ohhh, my knight in shining armor.” She’d laugh and hold them lovingly as Ganji would watch from afar as envy would infest his body.

He would do anything to have her loving presence in his room, for her hands to play with is curly hair to put him asleep. For her to accept his plea of being in her arms, to be reminded of a hope that he thought was long gone.

As the two fell asleep in the company of one another, Cecille muttered a promise. 

“You’re a good man, Ganji, ” She slowly stretched her neck to his shoulder, the pressure of her mouth giving him a comforting kiss goodnight. “I promise to take you home.”

Thinking that this is how she was with Eli that night vigorously struck the match against its box, setting it aflame. Ganji’s jealousy roared.

“Go ahead then! Tell him that you’re just ‘friends’! Tell him that you dont give a single fuck and that he dosen’t mean jackshit to you anymore!” He reached for Cecille, but she looked at the man in astonishment and pushed his hands away. “Tell him that it didn’t mean anything, and see how fucking disappointed he gets and watch him leave you again! For him to throw you aside after using you like you’re some fucking toy!”

Cecille did not move. She gave Ganji a look of disbelief, and it slowly became one of scorn. 

“Tell him that, and maybe he’ll just fucking leave you! Just like everyone else in your unfortunate fucking life!” Cecille squinted her eyes, biting her lip to not make a sound. Ganji could not seem to stop the malicious and ugly words from spewing. For he was in pain and had no other way to let out the hate he felt for Cecille’s actions. Her hands turned themselves into fists, nails digging into her palms. “Maybe you’ll lose him too! Maybe he’d be gone like your ex-fiancee and all of those damn fucking kids!”  

Silence. 

The sudden halt of pernicious words left a bleeding wound. The crickets that occupied the greenhouse seemed to gossip; the lack of conversation that previously filled the manor was now gone. This will surely be a juicy scandal for the weeks to come, hearsay that even the walls would become familiar with. 

The Batters breathing was loud as his adrenaline began to fade. The clouds of anger began to dissipate, leaving him to finally observe the damage that has been done. 

There was the woman who owned his heart standing in front of him. There was a new expression on her face that he had never seen her don, and he became frightened; for now the weight of his actions came crashing down onto his body, bringing a guilt that surpassed anything that he’d ever felt. 

Despite her tears, there it was. Disgust. Horror. Outrage. 

Ganji could practically feel the loathing bubbling from Cecilles core.

Then, Cecille mumbled something faint, quick, and fleeting. Ganji could not quite catch it. However, any thinking was cut short by a crack to his nose. Cecille had taken her chances, throwing a blind swing though angry tears. Blood spewed, Ganji was taken aback from the force, shuffling away from Cecille as his heel met a decorative rock. The woman lunged as he fell, placing all of her weight upon his legs so he would be unable to get up. Her hand met his face once more.

“How,” Smack. “Fucking,” Another smack. “Dare you.” She seethed through her teeth, clasping her hands and raising them towards the heavens. She brought her fists down to his chest, smashing down all of her might onto the Batters sternum. In some sense, Ganji was not surprised; he pushed this poor woman to her edge. She choked sobs from her mouth, angry grunts and screams of incoherent pricks of words. She continued slamming her hands onto his chest, and Ganji could not do anything but pathetically lift his hands to block hers. So far, all of her barely conceivable words stung like paper cuts. 

“You’re fucking just like him! That son-of-a-bitch! We were doing so good and then he ruined everything! He killed everyone I loved and left me to fucking DIE!” Cecille roared at the top of her lungs, shortly halting her violence at his chest, reaching for his face. 

This comparison did not “sting like paper cuts”. Instead, this was a knife straight to the heart. However, Ganji made no rebuttal. He knew better than to be bold with her on this topic. He knew he shouldn't have let those ugly words flow out as if that is what he truly meant. He regretted it all. 

There was that moment of gentleness, she held his face as she slid her thumb against the blood that ran down from his nose, attempting to wipe it off. Failure. It only smudged. Her angry eyes slowly seemed to dissipate, turning to a look of bittersweetness. They flickered around his oh so beautiful and bloody nose, apparently the scar upon it's bridge wasn’t enough damage. She quickly pulled her chilly hands away from his cheeks, placing them in their new home in her own face this time, ignoring the blood still present on her fingers. She began to grieve on top of his chest, and this time he made no effort to even push her off. He took this last bit of warmth from her as their final interaction. 

“I… oh my God. I can’t believe I loved him.” Her hands went back to his head, gently lifting it up once more so their eyes met. “I can’t believe I thought you were different, Ganji.” Disbelief, an airy statement of disappointment. Ganji could only choke at the realization. Like Cecille, tears began to form in his eyes.

These two people who had everything they ever knew or what they ever wanted torn away from them. 

Ganji, the loss of his home, a mother, a family, a loved one.

Cecille, the loss of her home, being a mother, having a family, to be a bride. 

She lingers there, holding his head gently, caressing his face. Maybe Ganji doesn't catch on, but she’s waiting for him to throw some sort of apology, something half-assed, scraps thrown to her like a dog. Nothing comes. Maybe she doesn't deserve one. She accepts that thought, however, not before scowling and letting him go. 

Ganji has heard rumors of Cecille's alternating mood swings. He's never had the first hand experience up until now, nor has he taken it upon himself to ask her about it, not wanting to offend her with assumptions that may be false. Now, he realizes that this woman has high-high's and low-low's. He couldn't seem to shake off the eeriness of her screams immediately halting into sweet lingering touches. It made his head spin in ways more than one.

The woman decides that she has lingered for long enough. Cecille rises, looking down at Ganji’s body. He’s defeated, tired, in dismay realizing how much he’s lost. He now knows it's all gone. It vanished before he even knew he owned it. Cecille wipes Ganjis blood from her fingertips on her white apron, she could care less of how much of a pain it will be to remove. 

“Don’t talk about my ‘fucking kids’ like that.” 

As Ganji looked up at her figure for the last time, he saw that hateful look on her face once more.  He never thought he’d be on the receiving end. 

“I thought you were better than this, Ganji.” She speaks to his figure, now attempting to use any strength to prop himself up onto his elbows. Somewhere in her heart, she still pities this man. Tearing off her apron, she throws it to his pathetic state, for he is shaking on the floor.  She knows she doesn't want it back. 

She’s quiet, staring at Ganji who scrambles for her apron, more tears begin to flow. Whatever blessing she thought Ganji was is now completely gone. He is no longer her star. She swallows thickly at the idea, berating herself internally for letting something like this happen again. 

“You’re acting like I broke your heart.” 

She turns swiftly around, leaving Ganji in the dark Greenhouse. They both know that if she doesn't make it back to her room in time, there will be people stopping her along the way. Their prying disguised and coated with fake concern. Anything to fill their entertainment in this disgusting hell-hole. How pathetic. 

Making her way out of the door, she blubbers muddled words that Ganji could not quite comprehend. He does, however, catch a fleeting name. Oh, poor Cecille; crying for her twin brother back home.

[dotedlover]

Okay if you don’t mind my question IS. because like. Whenever it comes to Ganji and Naib being in relationships whether it’s with canon characters oc their home countries bother me like a lot. Like those guys WANT to go back after they get through all this shit and obviously they do not (or at least we don’t know) but like. How would you handle this oomf. Like with Naib i can slightly see him choosing to stay in like England or just some nearby country with his significant other but with ganji. Like he IS LEAVING i dont care i’m sure he wants to get out of that stinky island but how would it be with Cecile? Like i don’t know how they end up in your story i assume they just stay at the manor forever but like. IF THEY LEFT…….would ganji sacrifice his longtime dream for her? Would he stay for her? Or would Cecile want to actually go to India? Which would be a tough thing for her because it’s such a different world but for Ganji would she do it? LIKE WHAT WOULD THEY DO

When I was writing the headcannons, the question of Ganji and his hometown was on my mind. I can definitely see Naib as a possibility of not going back home, but Ganji on the other hand? Most definitely not.

This is something that his entire backstory is revolved around. His home.

His deduction quests imply that he wasn’t forcibly taken from his home, but he was offered to join the Royal Cricket Team by invitation. They seemingly promised him “specialized training”, and in his introduction trailer, he mentions having love, happiness, and hope and pride because of cricket. In my mind, I assume Ganji believed taking up this offer would only allow him to travel further in the sport, and possibly lead to a better life for he and his family once he came back home. Though the promise was only a mirage, having only one day of training on Sundays (and although Ganji isn’t of any Christian denomination, this adds insult to injury. The dominant religion in Britain is Christianity, and Sunday is viewed as a day of rest.)

Ganji in his trailer, instead of actually practicing, is seen picking up cricket balls and mentions that he is a “gentleman’s toy”. Once he realizes that he’s being used, it does not pair well with receiving an anonymous letter reading, “Go home and save them!” His very next deduction quest is the police report of the fire (which implies his scrambling efforts to go home), and his infamous letter to his mother closes off his quests, “Dear mother, everything’s fine with me. I’m coming home soon.”

Two of his accessories mention his home (three if you squint), Cozy fleece and Bansuri, the former being a toy given to him when young and the latter mentioning his hometown. (Abyssal Prayer could be one, the description saying, “…Longing for a reunion with the lighthouse’s light.”)

With all this piled on, it is impossible for Ganji to go anywhere BUT home if they ever did escape the manor.

Depending on the circumstances with Cecille, she’d go with him. It all comes down to her twin brother, Caden. (NOT my OC btw, my sibling wanted to make a OC for IDV and we added him to be her twin.)

It’s important to remember that Cecille has nothing left but her twin. No parents, no home to go to, no family, no life, nothing. She’s running on spite and grief to catch her ex-fiancée, but there’s nothing for her to go home to.

I would like to think that Cecille and Caden meet up at the manor at some point, Caden most likely coming to the manor to find Cecille in exchange of playing the manor’s game. If this plays out, then Cecille and Caden go to India with Ganji. (I feel like Ganji would be okay with the plan, I headcannon him to be a only child who’s always wanted siblings, and he loves Cecille and isn’t gonna be a dick to tell her to leave her twin behind, especially since she’s opened up to her about the guilt she carries when she left Caden to be with Silas.) Despite it being a different world, the twins have absolutely nothing left. The home they grew up in at this point is gone, Caden had abandoned it (wouldn’t be surprised if he burned it) once he spiraled because of Cecille leaving. There is nothing for them. (Shoutout to doomed siblings)

On the other hand, if Caden weren't to come to the manor, Cecille would have to go out and look for him. She's not making the same mistake that she did all those years ago. How this affects Cecille and Ganji is troubling. As much as they love each other, they know that family comes first, and that is the whole reason why they have to go separate ways. They'd probably have a heartfelt moment crying in each others arms, peppering kisses on each others faces, arms, hands, any visible scars. Shed promise to write to him and go to India once she finds Caden. He promises to tell his mom all about her and that when she finds him, to make sure to let him know so they can prepare for when they arrive and that they'll celebrate.

It just seems so unlikely that Ganji would sacrifice anything to not go home. It is a sad thought, though that is his entire character. Home.

"Even after all this time, Ganji struggles to find a sense of belonging."

He belongs at home.

[dotedlover]

after a while with cecille, ganji begins to wonder to himself: when did he ever become so fond of butterscotch?

though the next time he and cecille share a kiss, he finds out why.