#hermit x reader

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Penance

Based on a request

I want to thank my friend for helping me with this fic and listening to me ramble lol

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: occult, Lovecraftian themes, dark-ish, sadism/masochism themes, flogging

Many do not understand the weight of being a faithful and discreet slave to a Divine Force, to an omnipotent God; the Great Old Ones are demanding but they reward loyalty and unyielding faith. Their motives are a mystery, their voices echoing riddles, yet they have those like you who follow their will without question. The Great Old Ones slumber, the Reverend Patriarch says, when the time has come we of faith will ascend like children answering the call of a parent. The Reverend Matriarch told you that the path of faith is difficult, unknowing to us, and at times confusing; we are lambs being guided by an unseen shepherd but we must follow no matter where it takes us. It is written in the notes of a man who touched the slither of the Great Old Ones’ minds. They hold the answers to ‘all that was occurring in the universe’. They live yet are not alive. They can be seen or rather felt when the stars are aligned and the houses rise and fall in sync.

It is your path to accept and go where the invitation to the manor is your test, the Reverend Ones believe you as their child, one touched by a Great Old One, was chosen to see what the Baron of the Oletus Manor.

And you are tested in every match and every interaction.

You try to keep track of how long you have been here, but there is no telling time, no defined way to count. Is it like time is frozen, or is it in a loop? There are nights you stand in the dark of the dormitory halls and sense the force shielding the manor. It is not one you recognize, but you know it is young, hungry, and curious. Then it pulls away as if you scared it.

You try to contact it despite the one titled Priestess advising you not to seek something you do not understand. It makes you chuckle given she is a worshipper of Yog-Sothoth yet has only scratched the surface of his divine power. A young branch of the Gods, Outer Gods, you know as the notes of the first devouts and sacred texts of dreamers who projected themselves to the first home of the Great Ones, Mount Ngranek.

You are the most abnormal of the two who are connected to the Gods of Old, of the Outer, and of the New; you are the one most of the other survivors are uncomfortable around. They fear the unknown though many of them are touched by the forces they cannot understand. You do not speak about your faith with the other survivors though Eli is curious and Fiona senses your soul is touched by something very Old— Older than Hastur and Yidra. But you are not going to preach as it is not your place as a lamb nor do the Reverend Ones allow the preaching of the Great Old Ones. If the person is chosen then they will seek out their kin.

But you find it is different with the ones who follow the Eye of Darkness.

Darkness is a product of the union between Azathoth and Shub-Niggurath, a mysterious one that lacks a proper name. The symbol of it being an eye and a cat is taken note of as this is new information. Along with it having followers, the two are part of the church while the decoder clearly has been touched yet the Hermit does not recruit him? Strange, you do not interfere.

The longer you are here, new arrivals coming in with connections to the ones who are here first or some with no ties to this place, you can know the young entity is joyful. Loneliness? You try to find spots in the manor where the veil, as some will call it, is thin; a crack within the mirror to push against. This is how you found Miss Nightingale, a bird woman who is deeply connected to the manor.

She tells you when the time is right you will have your answers, the Baron will keep this promise.

So the matches go on, the survivors and hunters play their parts, and you find yourself finding an odd understanding with the one called Herald or as many call her here Disciple, the cat did not like you at first during the first match ever you had with her.

Perhaps it sensed the blessing of kin on you? You are curious about it as it is in you.

No one worships the slumbering Old Ones as the Eldest of the Old Ones is frightening and when summoned to this plane of existence only disaster follows. This is known, and it is not what your brothers and sisters want; no, faith and patience are what is given until their awakening. 

The Hermit only becomes aware of seeking you out when the cat, Apostle, keeps slipping between the boundaries of the hunter and survivor side of the manor to stay in your room. It is disruptive and he was lucky you were not in your room when he got the cat.

Until you were there and greeted him at your door, the cat rubbing and walking around your legs.

“Father Alva,” You are the only person to address him in such a manner outside of those within the church of the Eye of Darkness, “Good evening.”

“Good evening, (Name),” He is tall compared to your doorway, “It was not my intention to dispute your evening routine, but a certain cat decided to play cat and mouse at an inappropriate time.” Knowing the avatar hates to be called a cat by Alva, it is just rude!

“Hah,” You bent over and picked up the cat that made a ‘mew’ sound as if it was disappointing you were not going to fight to keep it, “He was no problem here, in fact, he was very insightful on who I should speak about… Well, private religious matters.” Your hand stroking its head causing it to purr.

To say this is the start of a blooming relationship like many have in the manor would be… Saying you became friends with him, which is not the case.

Alva and your faith clash, he is a shepherd and you the lamb, it is in his nature to try to guide what he believes to be a lost lamb into his flock.

You are a lamb but you are not lost, you have a flock but the Great Old Ones have laid out a path for you to follow; he does not see it nor is it for him to see.

Alva a temptation, the one who tries to use this scepter like a shepherd's crook to catch you.

“My faith remains. They have guided me, my path is as clear as they deem necessary.”

Your words hold the weight of truth, but there are nights when you wonder who in the Dreamland wants to indulge in fantasies and sinful pleasures with the Hermit. Lust is nothing to be ashamed of and some use it as an act of worship, however, you feel guilty.

He is a temptation, questions you with his arrogance, and yet he talks to you as if he is the mentor and you the student.

Praying helps but it is not the way of seeking to rid yourself of wild thoughts.

It has been some time since you have done this without assistance; a Reverend One would be here to oversee this and a kin member would be behind you to lash you.

Though this is not the ideal place to commit the act, it is sacred ground and you know the original present that once graced this place is long gone. The cat being here during matches is proof of that, a hollow husk of a place of worship.

You begin placing the materials on the ground. First, you place a covering over the podium—a long black simmering sheet—to symbolize the vastness of space. Next, you remove your robe and place it beside you an arm's length away. Then, you place a wooden box with the symbol of your church on it, then open it to reveal the velveteen fabric inside and the tool of your penance.

You kneel on steps, an arm up gripping the top of the podium, the other hand grabbing the flogger. It has metal tips that will scratch into your skin, pain is a gift and reminder. You lightly tap it on your back, to caress yourself with a familiar object.

The first strike does not as you did it wrong, so you do it again causing you to gasp in pain. Again.

This is not easy without any assistance but you keep going nonetheless.

Over and over, the pain is sharp and there are marks of bruising and welts forming; each side of your upper back is marked and the tears you shed are held back as much as possible.

"Ah!" The next hit hurts causing you to stop and tremble in pain, a sharp inhale of air before the hissing as the cold air is touching the broken flesh wounds. Thoughts of the Eye of Darkness priest still plague you as you swear you can smell him. Burning incense, the faint hint of bathing soap, and the neutral clean scent of medicine. 

The baritone voice coming from behind you only a few steps away snaps you out of thoughts of how mad you feel, "Your devotion is admirable," The undeniable reality of Father being here, like a man of faith who walks into a confessional, you dare not turn your body around towards him.

The Hermit is here because there is peace in the Red Church, odd as that sounds given his faith lies in what the church will say is the enemy— Fools, all of them.

The cries of someone in pain echo within the church, the slapping of something on the skin.

When he enters he sees you kneeling in front of the altar, the top part of your robes off and neatly folding away from you; the thing he heard slapping skin is a flogger... A part of him was mortified to leave cuts on your back, yet true to his word about admiring your devotion to the Old Gods who will never answer your prayer. 

They are silent, long ago to the aether, however, you debate him and hold firmly to your faith. Always reminding him of the young God he worships, a child compared to the God who has marked your soul.

Apostle, the avatar of the Eye of Darkness, confirms it though it wants your faith. You are special, in what way is unknown. If the feline was here in its usual spot on the podium (it seems, it must have decided to return to Disciple's side for her match).

The podium is covered by a black veil shimmering in the low light, the aura around it is both foreign and familiar. Likely be part of this ritual. 

You look over your shoulder at him. "My flesh is only a canvas—A vessel to exercise my worship and hold my faith within.” Speaking with conviction though your voice trembles from the pain, “This is expected."

"Very well," Walking in long strides to be closer behind you, careful of the blood around the floor. "Confessing to the air and seeking atonement through self-inflicted torture." Those golden cat eyes are on you with his head high as he looks down upon you. "There would be a high priest to administer this..." Gesturing to your position, “Correct?” The marks are uneven on your back and your grip on the flogger is not as strong likely from getting tired and the pain.

"Yes," Looking at the podium. "If you will excuse me—"

"Allow me."

You stopped mid-swing, so it didn't connect yet. You looked up at him, "Why?"

Why indeed.

“One cannot help to admire,” You feel the cold scepter press upon your back, blood dripping onto the metal as he presses on open cuts; the pain moans you let out causing him to draw back his scepter. “If only you…” Alva stopped himself from starting a disagreement, “Such dedication to your faith should be praised.”

“But… Why help me?” You feel vulnerable like this kneeling on the steps of this church, him placing the scepter on top of the podium. 

There is an indulgence drive of greed in the self-inflicted atonement that could be considered blasphemous.

That is all he is thinking as he takes the modified device from your shaking hand. He admires your determination and only wishes to help you in your devotion. It has nothing to do with the soft lines of your body with the deep-set marks... nothing to do with your flushed face glistening with sweat. Your parted lips are swollen and trembling from biting back your cries.

"Because it is my duty."

The Hermit is the shepherd and though you are a claimed lamb, he cannot help but offer a hand to ease your journey. His God does not disapprove, it knows you well and your master well enough not to push. For pushing will only drive the lamb to flee, the conflict on your face telling him to ease you into the idea. The way you go tense as lukewarm leather and metals dance up and down your back, the inhale and exhale as your eyes close before they open. They are alert as you glimpse into the darkness of the fabric in front of you, and then he sees you sit up adjusting your position like the one you had before your body was too weak to keep it up.

“Father,” Gripping the top of the podium, “Your duties are obligational to another, however, it is kin to the Old Gods thus they are permitting you to blend our goals.”

“Pray tell me what goals do you believe I have?”

“That has not been revealed to me, Father.” This is true, you can only see as far as they allow, and as far as your human mind can handle, “Only stop when I say so.” Informing him.

In the matches Alva has had the pleasure of you being in, pain does not hindrance for you but rather empowers you. Faster movements, healing not quite as fast as others, but you can take their pain and feel into yourself. A masochist is what they call you, but the scars on your back say this is your belief and the power given in return. He will follow your words as the first strike has your crying out, words of prayer in a language he cannot decipher. It matches no human language.

Another hit, you refuse to fall. Another hit. Then another,

Though you know his strikes are no less harsh than your own the endorphins rushing through your body make the harsh sting of the leather and metal arc down your spine in strangely warm waves. The fabric beneath your fingertips feels soothingly cool to the touch. 

You take it as a sure sign of your God's approval albeit you feel strangely guilty for it. To need assistance from one such as him feels like a test of faith you've not been taught how to navigate and as the warmth spreads through your body you find yourself gripping the podium tighter as the thought flits through your mind

Is this a test... or an outright trap?

"I will not feign that I know the heart of your God, but if you truly believe in that shared kinship then perhaps this is intended." His voice didn't waver but he couldn't stop the softest of grins to curl the corner of his lip. Your shiver was subtle but he knew he had struck a chord.

He let the leather tresses of the flogger go lax against your back for a moment, the gentle caress only bringing more awareness to the tight and throbbing welts making you bite your lip again to steady your breath. 

"To what end?" You thought you had it but your voice wavered slightly.

His grin deepened as he slowly traced the tails back up. The cold metal scratches against your flesh and draws another harsher shiver from you.

"Perhaps some mutually glorious purpose." He flicked his wrist suddenly drawing the full shock of the device across the one relatively unmarred patch of your back. Your sharp yelp echoed through the abandoned church, the passionate echo dancing across the stone a litany that made his breath catch in his own chest.

You fell forward slightly, clinging desperately to the podium to not fall. His words made sense.

Why else would your God allow him here in this most intimate of devotions?

Alva keeps going until there is more blood on the floor and his shoes; stopping when you collapse, still conscious and able to move enough to try to pull yourself up, “(Name)—” Has he found your limit?

“W-why did you stop?” Upset as if you did not nearly pass out because you did not tell him to stop, “My thoughts are still tainted.” Panting as you get yourself back up as if you have a second wind kicking in to keep going.

“This is ineffective.” Dropping the bloodied flogger, “If your thoughts are truly sullied then we are using my method.”

“Y-your method?” Lying on the floor confused then making an indigent sound when he picks you up far enough to have your legs dangling from the floor, a reminder the hunter has supernatural strength. “Father Alva what are you…!?”

[sea-of-dust]

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

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

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

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[poetthewriter]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Team Ranchers / Jimmy and Tango like maybe if they all hadn't seen each other in a long time and get reunited. (I hope this is specific enough im not great with explaining things.) If your requests aren't open you can completely ignore this. I hope you are and have an amazing day and thank you for even reading this.!!

Tell a friend to tell a friend he's baaaackkkk, Hi beautifuls! ive been gone for so long and i'm trying to get myself back into swing!! you all have been so patient with me and i give the biggest thats for that<3 for now i will be emptying my inbox and hopefully get it re-opened you can still always send me requests it might just take time!!

The Way Back Home.

Ranchers x GnReader

Life series= 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔&𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒘𝒔🌶️🥕🌽

smidge of : 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔= 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔&𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔🥮🍡🍯

An alone soul was not known of in the newest game of life, each person tied to another holding them together with the bond of a soul filled string. You on the other hand were alone. maybe it was a punishment from the watchers above or maybe a gift from the ears that listened in. You would watch as the pairs lived each holding something, each other. Even if they didn't want to be they were together no matter what and once again you seemed to always remember you were alone.

One colder day, you walked over the bridge that crossed above the deep river alone. The grass crushed under the soft stomp of your feet and as you looked up you had spot and smelt the ashing woodstove of the ranch. Coming closer you saw the two men out front of the build and kept you distance continuing on your route, Tango was the first to spot your hair flying in the windy air.

Almost as bright as his fiery hair his voice yelled to the brown path calling your attention, Jimmy looked over his shoulder and soon joined in with his other half. You were confused and to be honest just wanted to return to you base, your hands were blistered with bruises and coal from the mines. You wanted to rest and to finish living out this stupid game.

With a soft tired breath you walked closer to the two men, both leaned on the fence. Tango rested his face on his muddy hands looking at you as you walked closer from the other side of the fence, on the other hand Jimmy sat teetering on the edge waiting for you curiously.

"Y/n! how do you do!" Tangos loud voice sprung, you looked at him with a confused and exhausted gaze honestly debating on whether or not answering, but you had to, the giddy smirks on their faces left you with no choice.

"How are you Tango, Timmy?" you responded trying to keep as much of a beat as you could, Jimmy didn't seem to impressed by the common nickname but let it slide, for now.

Tango and Jim continued to ask you on about you day wondering about your coal stained arms, tired eyes and slouchy posture. It was almost to much for you to process.

soon after, with a lot of pressure they finally pushed you right on inside and served you with a warm meal and bed. it was nice, comfortable, warm. A big difference from the wet, cold base you had made for your temporary stay.

After that you were never the same and by that you never left, they let you stay, more like they wanted you to stay. You grew to feel something that could never last across the known brutal ends of trials like this. They grew to love you, more than anything. And you, you grew to adore them.

As the end came your last sight was that of the two far beyond your reach, a cold and swift sword piercing you from behind. You shouldn't have gotten so connected in this game, you knew how it would end. and with that fact in mind this death hurt more than anything, cause now you had something to lose. You lost it.

It was like limbo, nothing was around you and it felt like an eternity since you felt warmth, or the touch of anything. You floated around in a dream like state till you finally woke up.

Weeks? Monthes? there was nothing and this close you mind had been from losing its self. A crystalline portal stood waving in front of you calling you name, pulling you closer, it almost felt familiar. Slowly steeping one hand through it felt warm as the sun, fresh as the sky, all you body could do was push itself through.

Standing up from the fertile grounds a view of beautiful architecture stood high, a large purple portal and many different sectors of buildings. Voices were everywhere but none were recognisable until the joyful chuckle of a cowboy rung to your ears like a whistle to a dog. Your head snapped and feet moved quick as light chasing down the sweet soft sound that you had left behind.

There, two stood.

As the trees bumbled with swishes behind them everything felt perfect and nothing could have prepared you for the moment your eyes met theirs. Tangos eyes went wide as his eyebrows turned downwards well Jimmy's shocked face rose with a still of disbelief.

"You..." Tango stumbled of his feet.

"You came home!!" jimmy yelled without a thought

"I found my way back..."

The four leg shared between the two moved like that of a lightning bolt and there they were, there you were. Back into their arms.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

Day 5: Treehouse

Characters:

Shinobu

You were currently wandering behind Shinobu through the forest just outside the butterfly mansion where she said she needed help with something and you agreed to help as long as it wasn’t going to kill you with poison. At that, your wife laughed and simply started walking which you eventually learned in the past meant that it was most likely safe because she would tell you otherwise. “Dear, we’ve been wandering for an hour or two now. We are going in the right direction, right?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and saw her happily smile back at you. “Of course, we’re here!” she exclaimed sweetly. “But there’s nothing here-” you said and trailed off when she tipped your head up where a treehouse-looking building rested in the trees. You both carefully made your way up and tried to look down at the drop below, gasping at what you saw and looking around you several times. Butterflies surrounded you both as Shinobu took in your fascinated expression.

Asra

Asra had told you earlier today that he had something to show you that you used to use with him and you have to use to travel there. To say you were excited was an understatement and he could tell, gathering his things and waiting for you at the door. You both walked out into the morning sun and through the market, stopping briefly to get some pumpkin bread for the trip and some fruit. Asra thanked the baker and intertwined your hands, kissing the back of it and walking towards the forest. “I think you’ll enjoy this, my darling. We used to go here a lot and now that it’s getting warmer we can go.” he said and leading to a large oak tree with an opening at the bottom, he nodded his head toward the opening and helped you make your way down. Then as magic does you then turned around only to come out into a different fantastical magical forest in vibrant beautiful colors and the tree you came out of now held a cozy treehouse resting among it’s branches. “Shall we?” Asra asked and smiled at your amazed expression, making his way up to the treehouse where it was cozy and comfortable.

Hermit

It was a free day where you all had stopped for a break while drifting through space and Hermit had found you, telling you she had something to show you and bringing you to a part of the ship you hadn’t seen. You stepped into the room after Hermit inputted a code where trees, real ones if you had to guess, filled the room and through the branches in the back, you could see a treehouse high up. “This is a place where I go when I need some alone time or want some quiet.” she said with a soft smile. She led you over to the base of the big tree, climbing up the large branches to the entrance. You were confused now but focused more on climbing. “Wait. Then why did you show me a place that you prefer to keep to yourself?” you asked and took her hand when she offered it, pulling you into the treehouse with ease and gesturing to the many beanbags and pillows around with a small bookcase. “Because I know you’d keep this place close to yourself and not tell everyone. Besides I trust you.” She said confidently and smiled softly, picking a book and settling into a beanbag with you not far behind.

[sxftkxssxs]

Sleeping habits with and without their S/O

Not a request but I had some ideas so I decided to make them into little Headcannons! Hope you all enjoy!

Asra

Because they run warmer they often sleep in silky pants and no top.

He is so touchy in their sleep!! You will never go to bed without him touching you somehow.

If he’s sleeping alone then they won’t move much, maybe shifting occasionally but no more than that.

If you’re going to bed with them however, they’ll end up staying in the same position all night.

When you two are sleeping in the same bed together they like to sleep with their head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.

Asra doesn’t snore in his sleep at all, but he does occasionally hum!

Julian

He doesn’t like layers at all and this means he’s going to sleep in just his underwear.

This also continues into how many blankets he has, which is just one and it’s pretty thin.

If he’s sleeping alone he has no problem taking up the whole bed. He’ll end up with limbs everywhere and no idea how they got there.

If you’re with him you’ll have to either adjust or figure out a way to get him to relax. He moves almost the exact same amount, somehow avoiding hitting or pushing you most of the time.

Julian runs extremely cold. He likes it cold but he also loves your warmth, and he will touch you will his cold feet/hands in the middle of the night.

Julian does snore but it’s not super loud. His snoring is almost like background noise.

Nadia

Nadia sleeps in a silk nightgown, with short sleeves and that ends near her knees.

She also has a robe to wear over it, which she wears if she needs to get up for any reason.

Nadia runs chilly, though not as cold as Julian nor will she randomly torture you with her cold limbs during the night.

She doesn’t mind who ends up in which role, but she always loves spooning. It’s her favorite way to fall asleep with you.

Nadia doesn’t make any noise in her sleep other than occasional deep breaths.

Muriel

This guy is a personal heater. He still sleeps with pelts due to the forest getting chilly during the night but his hut is always warm and cozy.

Due to how warm he runs he generally sheds some layers ending up in pants and whatever top he’s currently wearing

Muriel always wants to hold you, wants to feel like he’s protecting you even while you both sleep. He also really likes if you face him. He won’t ever verbally express that but the way it flusters him gives it away.

He doesn’t make much noise. Much like Nadia, he might take a deep breath or a heavy exhale. Occasionally, if he’s having a bad dream he might grunt.

Inanna has her own little pile of pelts and pillows next to your bed. Somehow she always worms her way into the bed though…

Portia

Portia sleeps in a sleeveless top and shorts.

She tends to run chilly, but has so many blankets that she gets extremely warm during the night.

She doesn’t care how you two position yourselves for sleep, but she would enjoy getting to hold you!

Portia sleep talks during the night. It’s soft and quiet but definitely there. She’ll be amused if you tell her stories in the morning about what she said.

Pepi can often be found in the bed with you both, near the bottom of the mattress.

Lucio

Somehow this man runs hotter than anyone else on this list. He has no shame in sleeping in just his underwear, even with you around.

Lucio has a robe and thinks it makes him look the royalty role, with its red and gold color scheme he always adores.

He would love to be able to hold you all night but eventually, two bundles of pure white fur end up between you both.

That’s right, the M&M duo aren’t afraid to take what they want even during the night.

Melchior end up on your side, nudging his way into your arms and onto your chest. Mercedes just sits herself on top of Lucio and decides it’s his problem to cope with that.

They’ll push and whine and kick in their sleep. Only if they’re having a very intense dream.

Lucio will snore, grunt, and sleeps insanely light. If you so much as try to leave the bed before dawn he’s snapping his head up asking where you’re going.

[voidsuites]

can you play ken?

IT’S an act of sorts— a performance, if you will— being a notable figure. plaster on a smile in front of the camera, dress to the nines whenever you go out in public, and always thank the fans for getting you to where you are. none of this is new to art at this point in his career, but it’s never been so apparent and in his face until now.

it shouldn’t be. it’s just a few test covers for the next vogue issue— he’s done plenty of magazine photo shoots this far into his career— but it’s never been both him and you modeling together. it’s brand-new territory.

your smile, all pearly and sweet, plastered on your lips from the moment the first shutter was removed. your hand perched atop your favorite spot on his body as of late, lithe fingers curled around his shoulder in a way that feels more staged than affectionate. he’s smizing, his expression cool while his hand curves around your hip. if he squints hard enough, art can tell just how firmly his fingers are digging into the fabric of your outfit. he’s stiff, rigid— just like the ken doll that lily tucked into his suitcase because it “looked like daddy.”

and he does look like art in the photos, down to the cropped haircut, fixed posture, and subtle upturn of his lips. huh. does he look this plastic in real life?

… he can’t ever relax, can he? this kind of thing was always your element— the front-facing side of your shared fame— since he was more than content to stick to the sidelines. smile for the camera. sell the story. prove to the world that your knee blowing out in college isn’t a sore spot between you two— that it should be art prepping for a promising run at the u.s. open and not you.

but besides his fingers digging into your hip like you’re going to slip out of his grasp in the preferred option, the covers are good… really good. it’s the perfect way to generate buzz as you two head into the open, with art taking point and you right behind him leading his coaching team.

“they came out good,” you say from behind him, fresh from the shower if the lingering scent of your body wash gives anything away. your hand drops to that same spot on his shoulder like clockwork, and art’s minuscule flinch doesn’t go unnoticed. “… what’s wrong?”

nothing, he wants to say, nothing, don’t worry about it. however, it’s futile to even try and get away with a lie that even he’s not confident in telling.

“do you ever feel like all of this is just… fake?” art asks, ignoring the way his stomach turns when he looks up at you. just like he expected your eyes are narrowed, your brow raised slightly like you’re waiting for him to continue. so he does.

“the photo shoots, the commercials, the brand deals… it all just feels fake,” he sighs, and art turns back to the spread of potential covers laid out on the coffee table. “i-it’s all staged, and why is anyone supposed to care that i’m trying to win the open again when the article’s focused on what cologne i wear—”

“it’s a personality piece,” you supply easily, running the towel in your hands over your hair to dry off while your robe hangs loose around your frame. “letting the people in on who you are, who we are. that we’re not just out-of-touch celebrities who haven’t been human since 2006.”

he scoffs. “it’s ridiculous.”

“you’re ridiculous.” you shake your head before stepping towards the hotel suite’s closet to find pajamas to change into. “i don’t know why you’re so upset about this.”

art stands from the desk, following you towards the closet while his stomach continues to ache. “because i shouldn’t have to prove that i’m a real person to the world by telling them my cheat meal between dieting and training— i’m a real person because i fucking exist.”

(it’s a happy meal: cheeseburger. fries. substitute apple slices for extra fries. extra-small coke if he’s feeling especially risky, milk if not. no toy unless it’s something lily would like. but that’s besides the point.)

“you can’t tell me that you like this,” he sighs, clearly exasperated as you drop the robe and move to pull one one of his shirts. if his eyes flit elsewhere instead of the bare stretch of your back, he doesn’t say. “it just feels like we’re pretending to be people we’re not, all for the sake of money. attention. bullshit.”

you fix his shirt over your shoulders while you spare him a glance. “it’s a part of the job, art.”

shaking his head, art moves around the edge of the california king and goes to unbuckle his watch from his wrist. “yeah— well i didn’t sign up for this.”

“art.”

“i’m going to bed,” he replies, somewhat thankful that he’d showered and changed earlier when you both got back to the room. it’d be more awkward for him to be all pissy like this, then have to walk past you to go into the en-suite.

“art.” the mattress sinks behind him, and this time he doesn’t flinch when your hand falls on his shoulder.

and this time, he doesn’t snap as he turns around to face you. “what?”

your lips purse when his eyes meet yours, and the pit in his stomach is back. “… we need to let them know what cover we want them to use.” a pause. “did you have a preference?”

his pinched expression mirrors yours. art knows you don’t really mean it— the magazine execs really did a response sooner rather than later— but the synergy’s off and he’s just ready to leave today in the past. no more pretending.

“… i don’t care,” he sighs, hand meeting your thigh as his fingers dig slightly into your skin, “just pick your favorite, babe.”

he doesn’t let you respond as his lips meet yours, but the kiss is more fleeting than they normally are. less hungry, less needy… less art. and even though he’s reluctant to let go of you and turn onto his side, he does.

he wish he didn’t. mottled blue eyes meet the ultramarine, painted-on irises of ken on his nightstand and his stomach starts to ache again.

“goodnight.”

silence. then the mattress shift again as you go to look over the tests covers. art wonders if you recognize just how plastic he looks in the photos (and whether or not you still see it as his eyes shut).

“… goodnight, art.”

[noises-of-nothing]

Another scene from one of @solxamber ' s Guide-verse fics! this time from Workplace Hazards: Romance

Decided to make Crewel the guy in HR who has to deal with these two idiots

[anomaly-hivemind]

Under and Over ☆ Monster! Muriel x Reader | Kinktober Day 16

Summary: You've been waking up in the morning more tired than before you went to bed. This time, you wake up in the middle of the night and find out why.

Word Count: 1469

Tags: slight somnophilia, sleepy, gentle fucking (at first ), vaginal fingering, penis in vagina, size difference, size kink, cunnilingus, light biting, gentle giant,

You had purchased a new bed and frame from a local mattress store. The frame was a cute dark wood and the mattress felt amazing when you first got it. It was also on a killer sale.  So you had it moved to your home as soon as possible and then threw out the old and shitty one.  

The next few nights you slept like a baby.  

Then a  few months in, your peaceful sleep changed, you chopped it up to just being stressed at work. But after work calms down, the sleep patterns remain the same, waking up like you had been manhandled or fighting demons. You’d wake up feeling weak in the knees and drained of energy for the next morning.  Then there were some days you would be covered in your own sweat feeling like you had run a marathon mixed with a wild sex dream.  

However this night was going to be different, you had repeated to yourself. You have the weekend off.  You changed all your sheets, having replaced them with new cotton ones.  You had taken a relaxing long shower and just put on a simple night dress that was breathable so you wouldn’t so much through the late hours. ‘

You close your eyes and fall into a rather dreamless sleep.  A large hand faintly traces up your body. The hotness of the room had long made you discard the covers of your bed. Leaving you exposed with your nightgown that had moved itself up.  The weight of the bed had been pushed down. Dipping down until the frame touched the ground.  A second hand wrapped around your leg and pulled it upright.   

You stir, and all movements freeze, but when your body stays asleep, the movement starts again.  Your legs get pulled open by your personal sleep paralysis demon. You're not wearing any underwear.  The clawed finger was carefully pushed against your folds. Your body shivers, and you dream of colors dancing at your eyelid.  The finger rubs against your clit, and a sleepy moan escapes your lips.  Whatever dream you were having was starting to feel like a good one. You could almost feel like you were half awake and struggling to get up. 

Your legs were damp with your own arousal, and your hips jolted as you felt a slow intrusion at your entrance. You tried to wake up and stumble through the haze, but it was a struggle. A thick finger fully pushing its way deeper into your cunt makes your eyes flutter open. Everything was blurry, but all you could make out was the overwhelming presence above you.  Then your eyes closed again; what was going on? Your mind was a bit fuzzy.  You feel the intrusion pull out of your pussy, and your ears pick up on a faint slurping that has followed right after.  

Your eyes widened again when you felt a wet tenant; you felt wide awake but incredibly drained. You weakly tried to sit up to see the phantom of your nightly pleasures when you saw him. It was monstrously tall; you could see the outline of horns and the clearly glowing eyes looking up at you. 

“Who are you?” You squint at the lofty shadow between your legs. You feel like you should be screaming out or calling for the police, but then another part of you makes you feel like this is all some kind of dream.  You let out a huff and lay back on the bed for a second; this is definitely some kind of dream. Your body and mind feel a bit too calm right now.

“Are you the thing that has been keeping my body ragged for the past like a month?” again, there was no answer, but the person bites down on your upper thigh.  You hiss, as it sucks on the mark it just created.  You feel his tongue back on your folds, and your body shivers. Your hand reaches for one of the horns on the creature's head. 

Your nightly beast lets out a groan as you gripped on one of his horns. It feels too real, so rough, yet so smooth at the same time.  He pushed his tongue into your entrance, and it caused you to let out a few curses.  This felt too good to be real, you think to yourself.  Your eyes closed, and you let yourself just enjoy the moment until a voice breaks the silence.

“Sleep no more…” he murmured, his large tongue licking over your heat. 

“You spoke?”  you shift a bit, his voice was very soothing, it was low and rumbly. He then nods at you  and gets ready to continue what he was doing to you. 

:

“So, not much of a talker?” He nips on your thigh this time; it causes a decent mark, and it definitely helps wake you up more. 

:

“Does this stranger have a name?” you started to feel like you were just filling in the silence beside the here and there, slurping from being eaten out. 

“Muriel,” he moved to suck on your cunt, his mouth large, and his tongue laps between your lower lips.  He pushed one of his thick fingers back into you, then another. Your back arched as you felt him stretching you out.  A low groan escaped his lips, it reverberated through his chest, and you could feel it on your pussy. A small moan escaped your mouth from the tandem stimulation of his thick fingers curling within you and his tongue against your clit.

Your back arched off the bed when his fingers pressed against the spongy tissue inside your walls. You couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth. 

Muriel gets up, and your eyes widen a bit at him standing up, even if it is just a little bit. He was huge, and his size alone felt like it could turn you on, but the sight of him in the slight glimpse of the moonlight. He had long hair that fell past his face, which was still shrouded in shadows, but his eyes were intensely staring back at you. His silhouette was massive and when he moved on top of you, he was towering above you. Muriel carefully pulls your legs around his hips, and you find yourself gripping at his horns. 

You muttered his name, and he moved closer to kiss you, if only just once. He grabs the girth of his cock and lines it up with your entrance, rubbing it along your folds to gather up your juices. You could feel how proportional he was to his large size.  His movements are so slow that it almost feels teasing. Muriel pushes his tip into you before watching your reaction; then, he pulls out for a second. He pushes a bit more into you, going a bit deeper than before until he pulls out again.  You give him a pout even if you weren't sure he could even see it that well, but then again, he had glowing eyes and could probably see in the dark.

He kept pushing in and out of you until he got to push all the way into you, his hips flushed with yours, and you could feel the full stretch of him inside you. However, thanks to his calculated movements, it didn't hurt as much. You wanted to pull him closer and get another kiss. Which is what you did, he stills his moments and focuses on kissing you passionately. 

His movements were slow and tender, he was giving you time to adjust to his massive size. Honestly you were surprised that he fit at all,  he traced his hands along your skin taking time to map out your body with his hand before he started to move a bit more. 

His hands wrapped around your hips and pulled you flush against his hips, lifting your body off the bed a bit. His thrusts reached so much deeper than before; his large phallus was making its home deep inside you. With every thrust, you were hit with surges of bliss.

He rocked into you slowly for one moment, and then he would go a bit faster. Unfiltered moans left you feeling like you could burst on the spot. His hip slammed into you, and your bed frame creaks and stammers. He leaned down to kiss your cheeks, then your neck as his thrust started to become uncoordinated.

Your hole clenched around his cock, and your back arched off the bed and your toes curled as you climaxed. You could feel the sweat on your forehead after you calmed down. You could hear the soft groans of the creature.  He let you rest for a moment and then started again.

Guess you won’t be getting much sleep tonight.

[thekitchenywitch]

Short HC about how their hands feel

(Please keep in mind I am a minor, I am aware there is opportunities for the comments under this to be explicit. Because of that I would like to remind everyone that this fandom does include minors and needs to react accordingly)

Muriel: warm. all the time. Could have just come in from freezing fucking cold and this man’s hands are still. Fucking. Toasty. They are definitely rough and calloused but not cracked. Sort of like a wooden type feel.

Asra: cold. I know there are gonna be people to disagree with me and say they’re warm. But no. His hands are cold and he knows it. Sometimes when you’re sleeping, nice and warm and cozy, they put their hands right or your back and laugh when complain asking you to warm them up.

Nadia: smooth. So, so smooth and soft. Loves to run her hands up and down your arms while she talks with someone else. Honestly it’s just become a subconscious habit she has.

Julian: Long skinny fingers that are cold but not to the point it’s uncomfortable, just enough that you know it’s colder than yours. Likes to fidget with your hands when he’s able. Especially when cuddling and half asleep.

Portia: again really warm and soft hand, but her fingers are much shorter than her brothers, plenty of small burn scars from learning to bake. Always uses them to cup your face when she kisses you.

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MC: one of the roosters ran up to me, gave me a pebble and did a flirty little dance while making happy noises. Which is the rooster equivalent of a proposal. A truly devastating blow to my boyfriend (Muriel), the man who helped raise him.

Based on this post

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theme: How To Comfort A Loved One

Muriel x GN!MC | CW: none

It's My Turn!

You had never seen Inanna act out before. But when you forget to do a beloved activity that brings you both together, you find Muriel pushed off to the floor and the defiant wolf in his place in the tiny floor mattress you three share

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Last night was the most fun you've ever had.

You and Muriel stumble through the front door of his hut. Your arm is slinged around his neck as he supports your weight with his.

You remember his laughs tickling your neck while you defend your sobriety with words slurring every other word.

Muriel carried on into the house, unconvinced.

"Hm, one thing's for sure," his careful whisper is loud in your ear, "Julian is formidable drinker."

The words summon a wave of nausea. You recall the dare. The excitement when you sat down. The regret when Julian swigged his tenth drink with ease. The relief when that man finally slumped against the table an hour later.

"Ugh." is all you manage to say.

You won. But at what cost?

Muriel shakes his head with a laugh. With his forehead against yours, it feels more like a nuzzle. You lean into his touch. His warmth is a balm to your aching head.

"Here, let's get you to bed soon."

Then, he snaps his thumbs. The fireplace fwooms to life. Its warm glow is kind to your eyes. You can see everything once again. Including the shadow stretching out to your feet. There's a sillhouette of one menacing wolf blocking the front of the fireplace, but you can only see the glow of her golden eyes through her shadow-veiled face.

She lowers her head. Is she.. glaring at you? Though she's shorter than both of you, you get the feeling that her golden eyes are staring you down.

"Whorf."

"Out with friends." Muriel says, "Why?"

Inanna lets out a snort that puffs in her chest. Her gaze moves from Muriel to you. She is unimpressed.

Muriel moves to the bed. He is gentle to lower you to the mattress on the floor. You can't help the sigh of relief at the moment your bum touches the mattress. Its softness invites your bones to relax. And you do. A happy hum falls from your lips as you lie down and sink into it. Finally, you can rest.

"Oh."

The crackling of the fireplace quiets your mind. You hear the chirping of crickets. A hoot of an owl. The hushed conversation between Muriel and Inanna. Your eyes begin to grow heavy as the forest's orchestra lulls you to sleep.

"She must've forgot." Muriel says, his volume lowered just enough that you can barely hear, "I'm sure she didn't mean it."

A whine. And stomp of a paw. Your eyes have fallen shut. Your mind is falling away into the depths of slumber.

"Awwour...."

A silent beat passes.

"Then, tell her in the morning." Muriel says, his tone is kind, "I'm sure she'll tell you why."

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My mind stirs to the sound of soft snores and chirping birds.

Where am I? I make a move to toss and turn when the ache in my muscles pinch me awake.

'Ow.'

What the hell? I let out a frustrated sigh.

I just want to go back to sleep. Instead, I force my eyes open to see what the problem is.

The room is dark. The dying embers in the hearth tell me that the flames must have died sometime in the night. I'm on the hard, cold floor.

I deadpan at myself. Well, no wonder why my body is aching.

I move to open my mouth, but a putrid smell attacks my nose. Eugh. I move my hand to smell my breath against it. Meat... Sugar... Alcohol? Had I been drinking?

A furry sillhouette lies on the bed, chest heaving up and down in slow rhythm. It's Inanna. But something is different.

She's sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the floor, which is my side. That's strange. She usually hogs the whole bed by sleeping in the middle.

I peer up to see the rest of the bed behind her sleeping figure.

Everything stops when my eyes catch a glimpse of you. You stir from sleep and turn to face my side of the bed.

Your hair is as disheveled as a rat's nest. Your chest heaves and sinks as you remain in a dreamful sleep.

My heart softens at your adorable face. How cute. You look so calm. So... content. I catch your irises shifting udner your eyelids. And you sigh. I wonder what you're dreaming about?

Then, with eyes still closed, your arm reaches out before you. You hand finds its way to Inanna's fur, and your head follows its lead as your fingers burrow in her fluffiness. Then you bury your head in her fur. You take a deep inhale, and deflate with a contented sigh.

"Muri, Honey." you croak into her fur, "What time is it?"

My mouth twists with a laugh building in my throat, but I bite it back.

Oh well. So much for a blissful morning.

Inanna gets up, without any care that your limpy body plops back into the bed, face first.

An exhale escapes my nose as I smile. You must be so tired after last night.

Inanna inches towards your face and snorts a strong exhale into your face, sending your tiny hairs flying.

"Haawr." She huffs again.

(Wake up time.)

You jolt up. Your bleary eyes adjust to the dark room for a beat. I have to chew my bottom lip as I watch you peer up and look about the room. Its no different than watching a lost scraggly kitten looking for its mother.

"Oh, hi Inanna." You lie back down next to her, "Sorry I thought you were Muriel."

"Hmmff!" Inanna makes a show of turning her back to you.

(Always Muriel!)

I deadpan at her. What does she mean by that?

I lie back down and pretend I'm asleep. There's no way I'm getting caught in that.

But I keep my face hidden away, just enough to watch things unfold.

"Aw, what's wrong, my darling? What's got you in a bad mood today?"

Tiny gusts of wind blows over to my skin as something swishes against the mattress. I smile.

'Darling'. Even if she's mad at you, you always somehow get her tail wagging.

Inanna lets out a yowling yawn. Then snorts again. She lets out a chesty, sniffling exhale. As if she were about to cry.

"Hhmf."

(Nothing. It's not like you forgot anything.)

"Hm? Oh Nana. So upset."

You move in closer, even as she inches away from you, and you catch her in a comforting embrace.

"What's wrong, my baby girl? What's got my baby so upset?"

Her tail wags speed up. Is she... Does she like being called that?

I squeeze further into my hiding spot. I feel like I'm a part of a conversation I shouldn't be hearing. Still...

I clamp my hand over my smile. I'm definitely teasing her about this later.

Inanna lets out another crying snort.

(Always with Muriel!)

She snorts again. Then licks her nose.

(Never my turn.)

I deadpan at her direction. What's that supposed to mean?

Then, I hear you gasp.

"Oh! Nana." you soften at her. You bury yourself deeper into her fur.

"I'm sorry, baby. I forgot your story time."

"Awrf."

(That's right.)

"And your mad at me because I forgot, when I promised you I would, huh."

Inanna sniffles. But her tail wags faster.

(Ywes. You pwomised.)

She lets out a big snort again. Then turns to you, her brows pushed together in her glare at you.

(BUT YOU FORGOT!)

"Harmf."

(Now I'm angy. No talk.)

"Aww I'm so sorry. I actually was going to read to you last night. I was going to wake up after a short nap. But I guess it really got to me. Sorry, Nana."

"Hmff!!"

She inches away again.

"I know, that's my fault."

You both are silent for a moment.

Or so I thought. I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of you, and I see the devious smile growing on your lips as a plan forms in your mind.

"Okay, Nana, how bout this?" you say, "What if you have me the whole day?"

Inanna snorts.

(Not listening.)

"It's my fault for forgetting. So what if I take the day off and we go to the market together?"

Her ear swivels to you, but she remains resolute in "not listening".

"Theeen~" your words take on a sing-sing tone, "We can buy that bear broth crisps that I know you've been keeping your eye on."

Then, her tail starts wagging.

"Aaand, we can go to that doggy day care spa that just opened in the other district--

Her tail limps.

"So that we can go back home and I can give us both a home spa after a round of hunting."

Her tail wags come back with a vengeance, beating again the mattress like a drum. Her body twists into a cresent shape, her head craning so far back that her golden, eager eyes are behold you in excited anticipation.

"We will also be hunting squirels."

Her tail is wagging so fast she's kicking up the floor dust as everytime it beats against the bed.

She snorts.

(And?)

"I'll cook us dinner."

Inanna leans forward with anticipation.

"It'll be roasted rabbit with that sweet potato puree you like."

The two black pools that make up her irises swell and glitter at you with affection. Then, out if nowhere, she stops. Her wagging tail halts mid-air and her breathing freezes.

She's waiting for you. Waiting for one last thing before going in for the final pounce.

I catch you bite your lip. There's a smile trying to break through your expression. As if opening your mouth would release the laugh in your throat and betray the poker face you've maintained thus far.

And it does.

"A-And!!" you clear out the laugh in your throat,

"I'll read you a bedtime story."

"RWAFF RWAFF!"

(YAYYYYY!!)

I smile at the sound. For a moment, you brought out the happy, bright pup that she used to be many years ago.

I had no idea she enjoyed being pampered this much. Maybe I should've been more affectionate with her, too.

You really have a way of bringing out the best in people.

She slams her big fluffy frame against you. No matter how careful she is about it, it send you both tumbling. The laugh you've been stifling breaks through. You're giggling as her big fluffy butt wiggles against you and she covers your face in slobbery kisses.

Sometimes Inanna forgets that she's not a pup anymore. She tries to fit her whole massive frame in your embrace. You wheeze when the full force of her hind legs rests on your ribs. Ouch.

I open my mouth to tell her off, but you return her affections with your arms around her in a tight embrace, inching your body to the side so she doesn't crush you completely. You rub her back affectionately

"I love you, Nana." you mumble into her fur, "I'm really sorry. I never want you to feel neglected."

You pull back to give her a warm smile. But with the previous night of carousing and drinking, it comes off as more tired than you'd like.

Inanna whines and her ears droop at you, sensing this as well.

(I-its okay. I was just kidding)

She regards you with big, sad eyes. A mix of worry and guilt shining in them.

(I don't really need all that. I'm okay if you just want to rest together today. That's all I konda want, y'know?)

You snort, amused at her expressions.

"I know. I'm sorry again, Nana."

You reach out and wrap her in your arms once more.

"We're gonna have the best day today, I promise."

Inanna stiffens. Her golden eyes dart around, a little lost with your response, before the deflated in defeat. That's not what she meant.

My heart breaks for her a little. She forgot that you can't actually hear her.

"Oo, y'know if Muriel's already out, then maybe we can go to my place and freshen up there. And then we can have a nice breakfast before we head to the market, yeah?"

And just like that, her worries melt away and her tail is wagging again. As you lay out your plans, she peers up at you with patient, loving eyes.

I sigh in relief. Looks like the worst part if over.

"Okay, wanna go now? Maybe if we have enough time for today, we can soak in the hot springs--"

The bed shifts. I'm caught off guard when your head juts forward and you catch my eyes open before I get to close them shut.

"M-Muriel?! Have you been there this whole time?"

"...No."

I peek through my closed eyes. And you're in full view of me, staring me down with your hands on your hips.

"Muriel..."

"Mmmff." I turn away from your pointed gaze.

"Not my fault I ended up here." I mumble, "And you guys were arguing so..."

"Well yeah." you say in a softer voice than I did. I almost couldn't make it out if I didn't read your lips, a skill I learned sometime ago because I couldn't hear someone sometimes.

.... Just like what I'm doing now.

A small heat burns my cheeks. Gods, you're so...

If this morning was different--

"And Inanna."

She flinches at her name. Her head droops in apology as she avoids your gaze too.

"Did you... push him out of bed?"

Inanna shakes her head.

You stare her down, unconvinced.

Then she nods. And deflates in further guilt.

You sigh. "Geez guys, what am I going to do with you both?"

Just as Inanna thinks it's all over, you shake your head with a chuckle and beckon her to follow you.

"Alright, come on, Nana. Let's go. We gotta add a new bed to the list too."

"W-What?!"

"Yes." You deadpan at me, "No more having difficulty sleeping or being forced to sleep on the floor, okay?"

"But--"

"Nuh uh. I'm not hearing any of it." You say, "Let's go, Nana. We got a lot to do today!"

And just like that, you're out through the front door, waiting for Nana to finish up before you both leave for the day.

Inanna needs no time to get ready. But I follow her to the front door to send her off.

"Gods..." I sigh. I scratch the back of my head.

"I should really lay her back for everything at this point."

"Whorf." Inanna looks up at me.

(Sorry. For kicking you off.)

"Hm." I chuckle, "Maybe... It wouldn't be so bad to be able to fit all of us into bed."

Inanna continues to stare at me, guilt behind the big, sad golden orbs of hers.

I guess that's not what she meant.

But I have an idea of what she might mean.

I pet her fluffy head without a hint of spite or resentment. After all, it's always more than that. I don't think I want to be mad at her for something like this.

"It's alright, Nana. Really" I say, "You go have fun, okay?"

It is a joy to see her ears perk up and her mouth in an open smile. There's a spark in her eyes that hadn't been there in a long time since I first met her.

I smile back at that warmth.

"Rawrf!"

(Okay!)

And just like that, she's off. Running to your side as you both walk and talk. Your silhouettes grow small with the distance as you both are on your way back to the shop.

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Hello!! I'm a bit new to your writing but I'd like to request smth! :D

Could you do a Goodtimeswithscar Scar x GN!Cat-Hybrid!Reader? The reader has spots of fur on their body. It tends to poof up everytime Scar would compliment them! One shot or hcs are fine w me :))

-🌑 anon

OMG HEY HEY MOONY (i now will call you moony) IM SORRY THIS DID NOT SHOW UP ON MY PHONE INBOX BUT I IS ON MY COMPUTER THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME I MISSED IT!

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

Cozy kitty cat

GoodTimesWithScar x Gn!reader

Scar had always had quite an interest in the feline creatures and with that he even owned a friend of his own, Jellie, of course along with his love for cats that meant he loved you quite a lot. when he first met you, aside from your already attention catching looks, scar found great fascination in you cat like traits and soon this became one of his hobbies, trying to learn about your true self and kitty like antics.

Over time scar noticed even the smallest things about your hybrid side like how in the dark your eyes narrowed and you could always guide him through places at night, how every once and a while especially after sleeping you would stretch your back and arms out as far as you could and open your mouth showing off you pointy teeth, and how you would knead you hands into people after pouncing on top of them then continue to gently push you head into your friends rubbing you checks and hair against them.

This quest to learn more never failed to bore the young man but over time things started to change. yes your cat like features, antics, and habits where quite cute and charming but his focus on you shifted in a new direction.

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walking past a multitude of houses scar hummed gently, his steps had a swing in them and he seemed quite buzzy , the day was quite boring so far so Scar thought what better to do then visit his good friend, you. the flower sway beside him and he jumps up to you door, *knock knock knock* Scar pounds his fist on your door and waits for an answer, minutes past and the thought that you arnt home has crossed his mind but he shakes his head. only a few days prier the two of you talked about you weekly plans and you told him you would be home today.

after contemplating for a moment the eccentric man finally makes a decision, the window close to you door is open and it doesn't seem like you would get to angry at him...…

Scars foot balances between the porch and your window seal slipping back and forth he manages to pull him self through the opening. taking of his shoes he walks around your house with a big smile still painted on his face, a silly voice calls out your name but to no Advil there's still no response.

just before Scar goes to give up something catches his attention.

A shirt?

a shirt lays on the ground right in front of the laundry room, Scar picks it up and smiles at it knowing that its yours, trying to be kind Scar opens the laundry room door to put the shirt in there but to his surprise there you are laying on top of a piles of freshly dried clothes.

Scar cant help but laugh at the silly sight before him but try's to muffle his giggles as hard as he can as to not wake you up. as he calms down he cant help but stare, you lay there and somehow just from seeing you he feels calm, and purrs softly emit from you mouth and your ears softly switch.

slowly scar sits beside you on the massive pile of freshly clean clothing, towels and blankets and sinks in to the softness, his closes his eyes understanding why you fell asleep here, the makeshift bed is still super warm from the dryer and extra soft after being newly washed and after just moments he has already drifted asleep right beside you.

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your eyes flush open and you take a moment to adjust to the lights around you, looking around now awake a soft sound of breathing catches your ears, looking down beside you their sits scar and you cant help but heat up.

"huh... what time is it" Scar mumbles patting his hands around searching the room. "wait, Y/n! I forgot I came, did I scare you?" he continues speaking with a grin.

"What are you doing here Pretty boy?" you respond to his antics and you cling on to him pushing you ears as well as hair into the crook of his neck. Scar sits there all giddy over the nickname you commonly call him that he doesn't really notice that you turn on some lanterns until you have finished lighting them all.

"i was a little bored~ and what better to do then to visit my favorite catlike friend!" he pipes dragging out some of his word extenuating his smirky dimeter, the patches of you fur poof up as he finishes complementing you and your cheeks rose up as you tuck your face into you hands.

"Awwwww! i love when you fur poofs up like that" scar says reaching his hand you pet the soft patch on your right cheek and scratch the back of your ear, normally some cat hybrid didn't like when people touched them or pet them but you liked it to be honest you quite like when your friends pat you head or pick up on your cat like traits you found it to be quite endearing but with scar everything was different you loved it. Scar was your person always the kindest and most accepting of you he made you feel better then anyone had, the man loved you cat like self but overtime things changed.

"thank you Scar" you respond to his previous comment but little did he know that you weren't just thinking him for the complements he showered you with but for the love he shared with you. you pull scar up of the pile of now cold clothing and drag him to the living room, the couch is pulled out covered in piles of warm blankets and fuzzy pillows and the room is kept warm by the gentle fire.

Adding a few logs of wood in to the fireplace you finally sit down with Scar once again and the two of you huddle into the warmth of the house and each other. huh?.. wait is this normal for friends?......

Scar finally understands yes he loved your cat side but the only reason he loves it as much as he does is because its a part of you, everything you do cat like or not he loves and finds ever so charming, so he could care less hybrid or not he loves you.

three words come out of you mouth as if you had read his mind right as you fall asleep you cant help but say..

"i love you"

[iridescent-solstice]

Mermaid!Muriel who can't stop himself from coming to the surface everyday just to catch a glimpse of you! He's too anxious and shy to actually talk to you, so he darts underwater anytime you even glance in his general direction.

You're convinced he's a figment of your imagination. Until one day you stumble upon him sprawled out on shore. His breathing rapid and uneven, not to mention the concerningly large cut on his abdomen . . . How could you not stay around to take care of him?

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Hey, I am not sure whether it fits the dark themes, but can you please write about suicidal M/C with main 6? They're living for years with it, so it's not immediate, but they haven't stopped considering either. Any level of seriousness is fine, if you decide to take the promt. I just really like your writing and this prompt would've resonated deeply with me

I'm super glad you like my writing! I hope if any of you are having these thoughts you have someone to reach out to. I hope I did everyone justice, I feel a little out of practice!

Main 6 with a Suicidal MC

Asra

He's observant, and he's definitely not dim. They'll likely understand some of the behaviors you're showing. They went through it during the plague after all. He might not understand the extent that your thoughts go to, as he coped differently, but they’ll always listen.

If you explain how you're feeling to them, him and Faust have full attention on you. Faust will curl around you like she often does for Asra, curling her tail around your wrist. It’s subtle, but it’s her way of offering comfort as you talk. If you take a moment to breathe you’ll feel her tail squeeze a little, as well as small whispers of her voice.

If they find out through other means, they hesitate to bring it up. Especially if it was through something in your experiences before the plague. He’ll eventually ask, very gently and carefully.

He’s honestly devastated that you thought this way. He brought you back, but did you not want to be here? He knows his affection and care can’t fix everything, but he’s oddly compliant with more of your ideas than before and occasionally just takes in the sight of you longer than usual. It’s obvious he’s affected by the revelation.

He does insist on possibly seeing someone better equipped to handle mental health, for the both of you perhaps. If you agree to try, but want to go alone, he’ll come with you and wait outside. If you’d like to go together, they’ll readily accept.

Overall, Asra loves you and wants to see you enjoy life to its fullest, and hopefully these thoughts will continue being far away.

Julian

He’s familiar with the feeling. Though he wasn’t going to take his own, he was very willing to give his up when he believed he was guilty. He knows it can be different for each person, so he won’t ever try to compare your experience to anyone else’s.

He does panic, no matter how he finds out. He’s pacing and muttering to himself, Mazelinka and Malak have to get him to calm down when they find him. He tries to keep it to himself, but they can see right through him. She doesn’t try to pry, and only offers broad advice that somehow meets his situation to a T.

He’ll come to you, asking very seriously about it. Julian will listen to you in full. Only when you’ve finished telling him what you’ve needed to say will he actually act. If you thought he was a tier 1 clinger before, get ready. He holds you so tight that night you would think you’re with a bear.

Malak perches on your shoulder, making tiny sounds and puffing out his feathers. If you have hair, you’ll feel him pick at stray strands with his beak. He’s confidently expressing that you should turn to him for help if you need it!

Julian will not try to cover up his worry for you, he loves you and after so long he’s finally not afraid to show that. He’ll drill that into your head in so many ways going forward.

Mazelinka, Portia, and the rest of their family back home are always open to you. They all greatly encourage you to come to each of them if you need someone besides their chaotic little Ilya!

Nadia

Nadia is overcome with worry. She’s very caught off guard in this situation.

If she found something that brought this to her attention, she’ll take some time to contemplate in her tower, wondering how she should approach you about the subject. She’ll come back rather quickly for the situation, with a certain type of confidence in her step.

She’ll ask you to explain why it is you’re feeling this way, if there might be a way to make these thoughts leave you alone. If there is, she’ll pour all her effort into making it happen. If not, you at least know you have her in your corner.

If you bring it up to her first, then she’ll take a moment to think. The silence is very heavy, but she doesn’t mean any harm with it. She’s gently holding onto your hand and rubbing her thumb over your skin while she thinks.

When she comes to a conclusion, she’ll refocus on you. Nadia strives to be there for you. She expresses that you have the entire palace at your whim. Whatever you need, she will try and get it for you. She knows palace live can be stressful, and maybe make these feelings worse when you fail at something. If you need time away then she’ll be happy to arrange that for you.

Chandra perches on your shoulders, chirping at you with a glint in her eye. You have a feeling she’s expressing her own version of being there for you.

Muriel

Poor Muriel is shocked. You always seemed so put together, much happier than he was.

He’s felt similarly, back when he was forced to fight in the colosseum. He’d felt guilty, and he still struggled with depression up until you came bursting through his hut. You’d started a chain of events that helped him (begrudgingly) get better.

No matter if you tell him upfront or he finds something that reveals your feelings, Muriel stays pretty quiet about it. He’s just observing, looking for details he never saw before.

eventually he tells you that you aren’t alone. If there is anyone you want on your side it most definitely is the 6’10 giant of a teddy bear that is Muriel. (And Inanna, who is now pulling you into little cuddle piles by the fire at every opportunity) They both try to notice when days are a little tougher, and be there for you.

He’ll definitely seek out Asra, to get better help than he might be able to provide. It’s your choice on if you want him with you or not while you talk to someone better equipped.

Portia

Her reaction depends very heavily on if she finds out through something she finds or you tell her.

If she finds something that exposes her to how you feel, she does feel very very worried, and upset. She places a lot of weight on being honest with her when you’re struggling. She refuses to just turn a blind eye now, and brings it up to you. She’ll give you her full attention, and bring up suggestions on what she might be able to do to help!

if you tell her up front instead, she’ll be very proud of you for telling her. She’ll listen to what you have to say, and definitely suggests going to someone who knows how to handle this better than she does. She’d love to be there for you when you go to see them, but if you wanted her to wait outside or even at home she’d be more than willing to stay home. (She definitely prepares home to be super cozy when you get back though!)

She’ll always be supportive of you, and if you’re having a rough day she has no problem having you stay home (although she rarely can, being the countess’s personal servant, but the days that Nadia catches wind of the situation, Portia gets home suspiciously early..) or she’ll often check in to see how you’re doing!

Pepi is amazing on the days you stay home, often pawing at your arm to get you to keep petting her. You both often end up in a cuddle pile by the time Portia gets home.

Lucio

Lucio goes uncharacteristically silent. It takes him a few moments to really process what he’s learned.

Whether you’ve told him yourself or he found something that rang warning bells in his head, he takes time to think how he wants to respond. He knows he’s reckless, he’s been cruel, and although he’s grown considerably since then, he still feels he shouldn’t reply too hastily. Though even when he does, he’s rambling and talking about how he’s not sure he’s doing this right.

While he’s considering what he should say, both Mercedes and Melchior sit with you. They’re looking up at you with their beady little eyes, giving you little kisses. Mercedes watches Lucio with a very strong glare, almost intimidating him into thinking through his words.

Lucio tries to convey that he’s there for you. You two are partners! He’s not good at noticing small details, especially with behavior, since he focuses more on other things. If you’re having a rough day, tell him! He’ll plan something or you can stay home with your little dog family for the night.

Mercedes and Melchior voice their approval, alerting anything within the area of your presence. (Whoops, but at least you know your dogs would never leave you behind!)

[oaksgrove]

The Forest’s Lullaby

pairing: Muriel x Apprentice!Reader

synopsis: On a rainy night deep in the woods, you and Muriel find peace in the small, steady life you've built together.

warnings: Muriel being an unbearably sleepy (and husband-coded) bear; extreme softness; no actual plot, just vibes.

word count: 531

The night was heavy with the scent of rain, earthy and clean, mingling with the lingering traces of myrrh from the incense you had burned earlier. The hut, nestled deep in the heart of the forest, hummed with quiet life—the gentle creak of wood shifting, the steady rhythm of raindrops pattering against the canopy above, their soft drumming melting into the hushed whispers of wind weaving through the trees, the soft rustling of leaves against the roof. It was a song only the forest could sing, cradling you in its embrace.

Inside, warmth cocooned you, wrapping you in a peace that felt as old as the earth itself. The low fire in the hearth crackled softly, its embers pulsing like a heartbeat, filling the space with a golden glow that flickered against the wooden walls. Muriel lay beside you, his warmth anchoring you to the present. His arm was draped loosely over your waist, his hand resting against your stomach. His breath was steady, slow, the kind that came when he felt safe, when his guard had slipped away entirely.

Inanna sprawled at your feet, her fur soft against your toes, her body a comforting weight as she snored softly every so often, her ears twitched, as if she were listening to the rain in her dreams. You smiled, tilting your head just enough to watch Muriel’s face in the dim light. His expression was peaceful, more at ease than you had ever seen in the early days of knowing him.Back then, he had kept his distance, shoulders always drawn tight with the habit of expecting solitude. But now? Now he held you close, unafraid of touch, of closeness, of the life you had built together.

Smiling softly, you reached up, fingers threading over the strands of his dark hair, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. He hummed in response, not quite awake, but aware of your presence. His hold on you tightened, pulling you just a little closer, as if even in sleep, he wanted to keep you near.

The forest outside breathed with you, the gentle patter of rain against the leaves soothing, rhythmic, steady. It smelled of damp earth, of life, of renewal. You sighed into it, letting it fill your lungs, letting it ground you.  There was something ancient about this feeling—this quiet, this warmth, this moment of existing so completely in the presence of someone you loved.

Muriel shifted, his nose brushing against your temple. His voice, thick with sleep, rumbled softly against your skin. “You’re still awake.”

You smiled. “So are you.”

A slow exhale. He buried his nose against your hair, his warmth sinking into you, his presence steady, immovable. “Mm,” was all he offered in response, but the way he held you said everything.

There were no grand words between you, no declarations needed. This—this quiet, this warmth, the sound of the rain and the forest’s lullaby—was love.

And as your eyes finally fluttered shut, slipping into the peace of sleep, you knew—no matter how much the world changed, no matter what storms might come—this was a place you could always call home.

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[teddypickrwritings]

A Rare Moment of Weakness - Identity V x Reader

A/N: Some character lore is just so sad and depressing that I start tearing up…I just want to hug them. I’ll most likely do this with more characters in the future!

cw: PTSD

Mercenary

It was obvious just by looking at him that Naib Subedar was hardened by war. That was just the norm for anyone who served in the military. Naib was not one to talk about his experiences, though. Nobody questioned him, they just let him do what he wanted.

One day, while you were in a match with him, you saw his stoic mask crumble. You had managed to escape from the hunter with minor injuries and were hoping that you would cross paths with someone that could heal you. You had stumbled onto Naib’s cipher just as he missed a calibration and it shocked him—literally. The look of terror that flashed on his face gutted you pretty badly. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the sudden loud noise reminded him of bombs and such.

He wasn’t embarrassed that you saw him mess up. He didn’t shrug you off when you instinctively gave him a hug. In fact…he really appreciated it. A lot. Naib held you for a little longer than necessary, only letting go when he realized you were injured and immediately started to heal you.

“I’ll decode with you…or I can do it for you, if you’d like,” you offered once he was done.

Naib nodded slowly, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he mumbled.

Wu Chang

A sudden rainstorm had interrupted your walk and completely soaked you to the bone. Had you stayed outside longer, and if Xie had not come to your rescue, you would have certainly gotten sick. He had immediately left to find you the second the rain had turned heavy. You had begun to protest when he scooped you up in his arms, but quickly silenced yourself when you noticed just how worried he looked.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry. We shouldn’t have left you alone out there,” Xie said once you had changed into dry clothes. He had managed to calm down for the most part, but his voice was still laced with anxiety. “We didn’t know it would rain. I’ll never forgive myself if you get sick…”

“I’m okay!” you reassured with a tired smile. You reached over and gently squeezed his hand. “Thank you for getting me out of there before it got too bad.”

Xie gave a weak smile of his own, but his eyes still looked pained. He paused, seemingly listening to something. Then he nodded and his form changed to represent Fan. The Black Guard checked your vitals, and after confirming that they were normal, held your hands tightly. “He wanted to be able to save a loved one this time,” he explained. And that was all you needed to hear for you to understand.

Hermit

“Alva, do you ever feel frustrated?” you asked tentatively, watching the inventor writing notes in one of his many journals. His quill came to a slow stop as he pondered your question.

“It is natural for one to feel frustration,” Alva said vaguely. He turned in his chair to look at you with an unreadable expression. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just curious…you always seem so composed. I admire it,” you admitted.

Alva allowed a small smile on his face. “Nobody is ever what they seem, (Y/N). Keep that in mind,” he said, beckoning you over with a little wave of his hand. You stood up and went to him, surprised when he enveloped you in a hug. “I am sorry that I do not show emotions very often. I am…still getting used to the feeling by having someone I can trust.”

You could’ve sworn you felt him tremble a bit when he said that. But the moment was over too soon and he released you. “You have a match, yes? You shouldn’t be late,” he said and gave you a little push towards the door. You left with a smile on your face; Alva trusted you. That was all you could think about.