#high roller idv

[yanushh]

🐾🃏

[sentinel-kinjo]

Genuinely tweaking at the fact that the orfeo skin is just better than his A and S tier 💀

Also the gays won 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Lucky Rabbit Blow The Dice

Chapter One

High Roller!Orpheus x Reader

Rated Explicit

On Ao3

Chapter Two

High Roller, a person who gambles or spends large amounts of money, they usually are cocky and rarely cash in when the reward is grand. Shiny and seemingly obtainable.

Enough alcohol and praise going straight to the head lowers those inhibitions, and ambitions rise. Then the rat trap taps on their necks.

Lucky Guy and you are very good dealers. Picking targets and giving enough wins to the guests before draining them dryer than their glasses.

All of this was an easy game until he showed up.

High Roller, he calls himself– You thought him arrogant for his cocky behavior. You underestimated him…

When he practicality had the casino by the balls (somehow winning every fucking game from slots to roulettes), he said he will bet everything for one game.

A game, you to this day, do not know how he won!

Yet…The ultimate game, a game you could not imagine anyone but the one named High Roller could win.

Lucky Guy and you could only stand in shock as he called out his challenge to the one.

Here in the casino, in Her domain— Her temple— Luck roams from one player to the dealer to a newcomer whenever she pleases. None can claim to her, he is free and promiscuous, though can sometimes select those with her blessings, of sorts.

Lucky Guy and you are not here just as dealers but as those who keep risk and rewards flowing in balance.

This man somehow disrupted the natural order of luck by somehow winning every fucking game!

“For my prize:” Making his demands clear as he stood on top stage where the showgirls stayed behind him confused and looking at one another, “I want them!” Pointing at you and suddenly the spotlight is on you.

There are few you can claim to be a favorite, you are one of them. Lady Luck can have her moments when She fancies a mortal and for a night She indulges.

Lucky Guy was someone she snatched from a game, his soul bound to servitude.

You are a product of lust and She keeps you here close knowing how easily someone could use you. Just like Her, you are essentially a good luck charm. 

You took the challenge in her place, She is above mortal bullshit and you still believed you could turn the luck of the night around.

Then you lost. You swear the match was between yourself and the devil. The grin on his face furthers this belief.

The worst part: Your mother did not seem upset, no, She seemed pleased to have Her child taken by a master of cards like High Roller.

Though Lucky Guy swears she hides her pain.

Now you are at a different casino. Darker, enslaving the guests, it is like a prison. Risk Taker, a woman who does all this for her God, heads all of this.

At your mother's casino, at least the guests can go home with their souls intact (tainted but whole)… Here it is like watching each one lose not only their inhibitions but their sanity.

The winner takes all, the loser loses all life is thrilling; there is no balance. Just constant decadence and debauchery.

Watching every night, you see the hollowing out of these people. You… You wish you could do something or at least bring balance here. Risk, reward and loss, and caution seem imbalanced. But cannot, this is not Her temple but some other creature's temple. No longer are you allowed to be a dealer or even play; you are the High Roller's bunny, a lucky rabbit he calls you.

Bunny ears, the latex corset teddy style with the long tail tuxedo jacket (to keep you warm), a bunny tail pinned above your ass (he loves toying with it when you sit on his lap), the fishnet stockings, and heels (you hate these because your feet hurt after awhile which makes you sit, and guess what the only place you can sit on is the High Roller's lap).

You hate it, he doesn't care that you hate it. Or maybe he likes how he can flex his power over you.

By his side to blow the dice before he rolls. To kiss his deck before he shuffles. To sit on his lap as the roulette wheel spins. 

The High Roller's favorite game is anything that involves cards, a master of dealing, and beloved by Miss Fortune (the guests call Lady Luck that here).

All night you have been made, as usual, to be his eye candy on his arm (or on his lap) as he plays the games. Busy nights, though, mean he sometimes will have you fetching him drinks— For the guests. The drunker the guests get, the braver they get. The braver guests are, the more money they spend, and the more money spent the bigger bets and losses.

A cycle that keeps the casino going: Greed.

Currently, the night is dying down, and people cashing in their chips or heading out broke.

High Roller is dealing cards in the private room with you being a ‘player’. He only plays a simple game with you with stakes being articles of clothing. He has the advantage even though he claims you have luck over him.

Lady Luck versus Miss Fortune.

“You just want to see me naked.” What a joke. You frown as even as Her child, you still lost against him! A fucking mortal! You cross your arms as he places his deck of cards down the table while chuckling at the sight of his unhappy bunny.

“Let’s make this fair.” He removes his jacket, placing it behind the chair neatly before sitting down, “Ready?” As if he cares if you aren't ready.

He just wants to fuck you on the dealer's table.

“Yeah, whatever.”

The first time you had sex with him, he was surprisingly gentle. A gentleman who was more focused on your pleasures than his own. It was strange given how objectifies you in public. He pushes buttons plenty, teasing endlessly, and God, you find yourself stumbling helplessly.

However, you have an affect on him.

See, you do not play nice. You fight him for control rather than let him have it. After all, you still are bitter about losing to him and no amount of him going down on you is gonna change that. In fact, when serving you, you make sure he is a mess before you are.

High Roller does not know what pussy drunk means but you had him a number of times that close. So close to the state of promising anything just to be able to feel you around his cock.

Of course, he has gotten better in keeping himself sane but not by much given you know just where and how to stroke him.

The cards are dealt, the first match you win. He removes his gloves. 

Hours pass.

Pass closing time.

The cleaning shift has since long left.

Risk Taker told you both, before heading upstairs to the hotel portion of the building, to clean up any mess left between the game.

At the time, you still were covered.

Right now you only have stockings left and High Roller has his drawers on.

You tap your finger on the table for a card.

He gives you a card and he takes a card.

“Straight flush, you bastard!” Slamming the cards on the table, “Those come off!” Because you know he would take off his sock garters.

He eyes you with an eyebrow raised as he presents his royal fucking flush.

“What… You son of a bitch!” groaning in your hands as you bend over banging your head on the table in defeat.

“Oh, when will you learn little rabbit, you simply can't beat me.” leaning against his chair, “Now I believe you have an article of clothing to remove.”

You huff as you stand up straight ready to remove the last bit of clothing before you are completely naked… Only because in the damn bunny suit you cannot wear underwear (rather you are not allowed to wear any).

“Wait.” He says, “Hmm.” The idle mind is the Devil's playground but a wandering thought is the Devil himself.

“Double or nothing.”

You know he is going to win, he does not offer something without knowing he certainly will win. With a sigh, long and exasperated, “I’ll bite what are the terms?”

The grin spreads, and he leans forward, “You deal this time. If I get an ace of hearts: you touch yourself for me to watch.”

“You are so obsessed with me it makes you look stupid, babe.” As if you do not sometimes enjoy the attention of the older man.

“Say what you will,” Handing you the deck after he shuffles it, “However, tomorrow night when you are on my lap at this table,” Low and with that fucking cursed sexy low voice, “You will know what that stain on here is from.”

Fuck, fuck, holy fucking him! You hate how your cheeks burn or how that makes you cross your leg over the other as that goes straight to your crotch. “Tsk.” Clicking your tongue before snatching the cards out of his hand.

[clovernoir]

High Risk, High Reward. Fic below.

Read tags before you dive in.

[jiauro]

[greyroses02]

Thank you for your validation ☺️ 🙏

Srsly tho I hope Orphy gets a high tier I actually like 🙃

[idv-devils-casino]

Heeeyyy Risktaker, you uh.. you might need to go check on your husband-

"Is he bothering the patrons over cards again? I told him to calm down with that or he’ll end up scaring them away. Unfortunately, I’m a little busy right now. I’ll check on him later. Whatever it is, I’m sure he’s fine."

[dolleypaynemadison]

Buttons Available on my Etsy!

[termagax]

11 for each of the main characters from blh

11 - what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

kasey is not very much like me at all, but she's definetly cut from a similar cloth. weird, clumsy outcast kid. shes someone i would've loved to be friends with, and a lot of the characters that inspired her (mabel pines and star butterfly, most notably) were girls who i wanted to be so bad. unapologetically weird but still outgoing and friendly. if idve gone to high school with her idve wanted to be her best friend

aja is just like me for real for real, but at this point i try to treat her more as a time capsule of the me that i was when i made her with little changes here and there, so shes very much "a character i would have gone crazy over at 15" because well when i made her at 15 i DID go crazy over her. i have like six sketchbooks from a two year stretch where she was ALL i would draw its only aja in there. i do think id get along with her although if you put me in a room alone w her we're [redacted] so hard the [bleep]

hutch i also think is a lot like me, but definetly the kind of person i try to be more nowadays. again a lot of the characters they take influence from (greg universe, jake the dog, and other assorted "slightly deadbeat but extremely loving and kind father figure" character archetypes) are things i modled myself after for a lot of my teenagehood and i like to use them to emphasize the mellow and low-key and chill and unbothered nature i strive for but never seem able to actually pull off, as well as a lot of the insecurities that make that persona kind of difficult to maintain namely a lot of anxieties and poor self-perception. again i think we'd get along great, theyre a kind of person i find extremely warm and comfortable to be around.

victor. well i try not to be like victor but idk. reclusive and forgetful of the world around him and abrasive and also consumed by the Rot. my rot is not so literal but dont tell my ocd that. i would like to be smartbrained like him but i never seem to achieve it. i do think we could theoretically get along but i also think he'd bring out the worst in me #meancunts

nishka is a very specific kind of agonies which is ambiguously "fragile" child is simultaneously sheltered and neglected while craving the cool and interesting things shes not allowed to do. shes like. my childhood power fantasy of running away from my dad and going somewhere where theyd let me take karate and join a roller derby team and ecetera. so yeah we do have that in common although i think shes genuinely a lot cooler than i ever was or will be. whenever i bemoan not having a particular active hobby i just slap it on her as wish fulfillment. this is why shes a skateboarder.

ummmm arkangel. i definetly relate to her need for control i was the kid who was so bad at playing that i had to play alone and pretend to be 3 different people taking turns so everyone did exactly what i wanted. so i understand her need to just pick.people up and move them so they do exactly what she wants them to do exactly how she wants them to do it. i try not to indulge in this craving very often i think it makes me seem unpleasant but this is why im such a shit roleplayer 😔 i would.not like her very much i hate the way she wants things done and i would like to do it my way instead.

[the-otleus-parlor-archived]

*grabs you*/lh [this is from a post about mod handing over her other essence ideas lol]

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Mod's other essence ideas [that she may or may not do]

some of these slots are pre-filled but mod would always do a silly and talk about who could fit the other open slots and other silly stuff related to a certain character/slot- mod loves to talk about her silly things please come and join mod :)

who knows, maybe she'll even draw them, she loves these aus and characters the essences' have very much-

feel free to ask more about the characters/skins and their roles and thier personalities and such to learn more about the characters, mod loves to talk, she's making grabby hands at you all-

Essence Idea 1

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This idea is based on some non-idv OCs of mine!!

The essence is basically a group of kids exploring their school's deepest secrets and cold cases, which leads to some funky discoveries hehe

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Essence Skins

S Tier: Charlotte

A Tier: Micheal

A Tier: June

B Tier: Hallway Patrol

B Tier: Principal

B Tier: Observer

B Tier: Director

B Tier: Scientist

Store Skins

S Tier: Matthew

A Tier: Haru

A Tier: Autumn

Essence Idea 2

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This one is based on an old circus AU I wrote about for one of my high school projects [which my teacher really loved, by the way] that has an exciting premise and lore I think

The essence is basically a circus that only appears for one day and one night every one thousand years, and a teenager named Momo discovers the circus and ends up getting stuck inside it during the daytime, and has to escape before the night is over-

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Essence Skins

S Tier: Momo

A Tier: Dorothy

A Tier: Kiki

B Tier: Ticket Taker

B Tier: Animal Trainer

B Tier: Ghostly Audience

B Tier: Ghostly Audience

B Tier: Ghostly Audience

Store Skins

S Tier: Ringmaster Raven

A Tier: Snack Vender

A Tier: Jester

Essence Idea 3

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This is kind of like a wonderland-inspired AU that ACTUALLY is a Phantom Thief AU too- It's weird but it's a wonderful and strange AU- not to be mistaken with Phantom [ToD, that guy is an asshole/lh], the S tier here [who also happens to have the nickname "The Phantom" funnily enough] is a good guy if not a little. strange. lol.

The essence is basically a detective nicknamed Violet runs into "The Phantom" while investigating a case, and after some events, the two are forced to work together to save their lives and solve a huge mystery [and some other stuff too ig/lh] Some other juicy drama goes down that makes this one of my favorite AUs of all time with two of my favorite OCs of all time- ask me more about it if you're interested, drop through the ceiling or enter through a door, I don't mind hehe

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Essence Skins

S Tier: Diablo [The Phantom]

A Tier: Poisoned Tea

A Tier: Sirens

B Tier: Sunlight

B Tier: Eclispe

B Tier: Funky Beat

B Tier: Forbidden

B Tier: Glitch

Store Skins

S Tier: Detective Violet (taken by an OC of mod's, who happens to be... Violet herself. lol. it's too perfect so shhh)

A Tier: Crimson Witch

A Tier: Dice Roller

[yanushh]

"So you must be Mr. Mole, right?"

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Lucky Rabbit Blow The Dice

Chapter Two

High Roller!Orpheus x Reader

Rated Explicit | bdsm themes, subspace

On Ao3

Chapter One

When High Roller won you, he did not touch you nor did he immediately steal you away to a new casino. No, High Roller gave you three days to gather your belongings and say your goodbyes, and then he picked you up in a far too expensive automobile.

Gentlemanly while so very coy.

High Roller plays mind games when he sees the advantage he has over you, he makes you resistant to assisting the casino at first. You refused to be charmed, you refused to tip the balance of luck to the house, and you more than once told High Roller to ‘go fuck himself’.

Brat? Very much so. High Roller can appreciate determination until it becomes stubbornness.

However, see you currently in tears as you cum all over his cock just from insertion, it makes it worth the brat behavior.

“Good, little rabbit.” Spoken before slapping your ass, “Go on, hop.” You struggle to lift yourself up from the table but after all the edging he made you do while giving him a show, your body barely is responding. Oh, and he knows it, High Roller adores how you are not yet used to his games when it comes to pleasure.

“Fuck you.” You hate how you moaned the last part out because he made sure to push deeper inside of you.

“Dear, I intend to do that.”

The table is going to be ruined with how you are drooling from the side of your mouth; not to mention the stain left there when High Roller had you go on all fours, getting off while giving a clear view of what your hand was doing.

Bastard.

You cover your mouth when you try to move, legs wobbling as he decides to just bend you over (he states the table cannot support both yours and his weight, liar), moving by using the table to push backward against him.

“Ah, you still have so much to learn, rabbit.” Critiquing your messy movements that he keeps purposely making worse by pulling away and then slamming forward. There is a rustle before he pulls both of your arms and places them behind your back, held there by what feels like a ribbon.

“One must always be prepared for an Ace in the hole.”

If you weren't so fucked out of your mind currently, you would tell him how corny that joke is.

Instead, you are now vulnerable to screaming out his name like he is a very being you could not live without.

“Orpheus!”

When he finally took you to his bed, it was after that night he told you his name. You wonder if he got annoyed with you calling out ‘High Roller’ as you cum or begged him to keep going. The way he told you was during breakfast as he served you breakfast in bed.

So casually, as if a ‘by the way’ moment.

Strange man. Strange in the way you could not picture him being any other way.

Greedy too. Selfish too. And a know-it-all, definitely.

Charming… Sinfully charming.

You gasp, writhing, he turns you around to lay you on the table. A full view of your naked glory and a better position to shove his tongue into your mouth.

He kisses like how to gamble: confident and amazing. You won't tell him that! He has enough of an ego as it is.

“Rabbit,” Groaning as he tries now to keep himself from cumming so soon because of you.

High Roller moves his hands, the fabric of the gloves is like throwing oil in the already roaring flames in the pit of your stomach, they caress and toy with your nipples. Purposefully building up another peak. His teeth mark your skin before he takes a stiff nipple into his mouth.

Freeing a hand to go between your legs.

Like a house of cards in a rowdy room, you fall.

From your heat to your brain, your nerves on fire, your lungs ready to burst.

And he doesn't relent, no, he prolongs the fall into bliss. Like quicksand, as you try to fight for your sanity the further you sink. Soon you go limp, energy spent and unable to even move outside of Orpheus fucking you like he is powered by the damn city.

“My love?” Suddenly aware you are in a daze, drunk even, and needy like a kitten seeking attention. “Come back to me.”

Slowing his pace, he speaks to you encouraging you to reply to him in clear sentences. His affection this time used to ground you.

High Roller spoils you especially when he has been partially rough and or relent. You guess this is a reward for being a good fuck (cruel, Orpheus would never call you that… Though he has called you a hussy before). You woke up to being bathed in the bathroom of the shared suite with him, his jacket off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair is messy with none of the usual card pins, and his eyes are on you.

You swear the way he looks at you no novelist could capture it. It is wanted, desired, and needed all within those brown eyes.

“Orpheus,” Sitting up in the tub filled with water with bathing oils and petals. He is pleased to have you once more present of mind rather than drifting in the endorphin-created high. Rarely has he put you in such a state, but when he does, High Roller learned to stop and ease you back to reality. Drawing you back to the present he found sensory help. The bath assisted in that and cleaning you up.

“Yes, my little rabbit?” Sitting beside the tub on a bath stool. His hands were busy massaging your feet. You wear those highs all day, you poor thing must be sore.

“Hmm,” You close your eyes as he continues to rub, his hand drifting up your leg, “You didn't cum.”

“Feeling a little empty, my little rabbit,” You moan as he touches between your legs, “Worry not once you recover,” Leaning forward to tease you, “You will be well filled.”

[idv-devils-casino]

who’s your husband risktaker???

"My husband? He’s one of my assistants in the casino. I’d assume you’d know him as High Roller. The man is quite addicted to solitaire."

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Happy Birthday, Norton Campbell

Rated Mature | None

To the second hunter and survivor I ever wrote since playing IDV (the first was Morningstar!Ithaqua and High Roller!Orpheus) and had tried to go against during his event (he rocked me a lot), this is for you babe!

Norton Campbell

“You know what they say about Pisces?” You say as lay on top of him wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

He uncovers his face where he places his arm to look at you. The look of ‘What weird thing did you come up with this time?’ because you are one to say the most outlandish things. He won’t say it but it is often appreciated when his thoughts are not pleasant, “What do they say?” Tired, not of you— Well, he tired because of you and that boundless energy of yours. God, you and Lucky Guy are always ready to go.

“... I don't know.” You forgot or probably had no idea where you were going with that.

“You are lucky I love you or I would have kicked you out.” Covering his face again.

“Out of my own room!? Naked? Wow!” Sitting up causes the sheets to shift and expose your bare chest but the lower half is still covered, “After I gave the best birthday gift too, boo!”

“How do you still have energy?” Mumbling.

“I have to keep up with you, both of you.”

“Agh.” Norton does not want to think about how Fool’s Gold is going to demand a birthday gift too, “Do me a favor and blue ball him.”

“Norton, you won't let me top and you expect me to do denial on him? Hah, no.” Using a modern term for being the dominant one, supposedly. You simplify a lot of your bedroom explanations to him.

“At least, make him work for it.” Moving to lay on his side with his arms wrapped around you.

Fool’s Gold

There is no dressing up for this, he would not appreciate it like his counterpart likes seeing you in lace. Simple lingerie, especially when he can rip it off. No, the hunter likes simply having you on your knees playing your role. He has not forgotten about this, about how it turned him on.

“Bark.” Commanding you. His legs wide open while he sits in the chair made for the hunters.

You are on your knees with your arms up partly as you copy a dog stance while standing, “Arf!” Barking a little too easily, the usual grin on his face widening at the sight of you degrading yourself as his gift. “Woof!” He pulls on the makeshift leash that is his belt.

“Open your mouth for your treat.” His fully formed hand is tugging at your bottom lip, “Tongue out.” Unzipping his pants, unbuttoning it so he has room to pull out that thick reconstructed cock. Pulsing with the purple glow. Tugging you so your breath is hot on his cock. Oh, he likes this sight with his thick nonhuman cock on your tongue weighing heavy.

The way you remain in place waiting for his command, and even better how soon he is going to see tears of pleasure running down that pretty face of yours.

“Go on, suck your treat up.” Norton definitely likes this. You normally would not do this again after the last time he did this with you, but it seems mercy is on his side.

A wish is granted for his birthday.

Soul Catcher

Mortals. All of them from animals to humans, their lives are fleeting, finite, he did not understand why he must assist in preserving these souls. They all will return to the land of the living upon reincarnation, to suffer and struggle. He sits watching a soul that captives him these days, singing a song and often messing up the lyrics, you currently are doing chores. Nothing special about this life or how you live it.

A plain soul, he found the company of such a domestic person a change of pace, a way to see the beauty of life before he claimed it for death. Soon you will follow like all mortal things.

“A celebration of life and another,” You explain, “Though you are not alive, we should still celebrate the contribution you give to all life.” Smiling as you hand him a poncho you created for him. “Death is equally as important as life.”

A birthday, he has no need for such a thing but the gift is given to him, here in this field of cut wheat, the window blowing softly as he stands up and puts on the article of clothing.

“It looks great on you!” Clapping your hands together, “Do you like it?”

“I do.” A quiet one as he often keeps to himself, “Thank you.” He does not have a need for this, yet he does not want to say that nor want you to think him ungrateful. The Soul Catcher touches it fondly as this will be treasured like all the memories he will have of you when the time comes to collect your soul.

Highway Cavalier

“Hiya, speedster.” Waving to him before leaning on the door of his car, “Practicing?”

“No, just checking on the girl before Luca and Demi kick me out for the day.” The engine sounds clear as he revs it and slowly winds it down, “You?”

“Soon, I need to test run the Mach Two before the entry races next week.”

“You've been test-running the damn thing all week.” Shutting the car off, “Join us later.”

“You know I can't, speedster. I gotta do my checks and do my practice laps—”

“Yes, you can because it's my birthday.” He grins, leaning in close towards you.

“What!?” You cover your face, “Oh, my God, Norton, why didn't you tell me?! I could've gotten you a gift or something.”

“I'm mentioning it now and the only gift I want is to see you at the bar getting drinks with us.” Pinching your cheek when you uncover your face to pout, “Maybe a kiss or two for an extra gift too.” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before laughing when you hit his arm.

“Silly man as if I don't already kiss you enough,” Rolling your eyes playfully.

The Orphan of Goetia

“A mutual gift for both of us to enjoy the desires of the flesh.”

Infernal Sin, King of the Seventy-Two demons of Hell, the Lord of the damned, has gifted him what they both desire. Norton’s heart is the Infernal Sin's heart only with a human host, he feels what the other feels too.

“I am such a benevolent King, aren't I?” A rhetorical

question as he laughs with glee, “Well!? Go on! Indulge.” Here in this bedroom of red lights and sheets of silk, a heavy smell of wine and iron, Norton is unsure if he should even touch you.

There you sit wrapped up with large fabric ribbons presenting you as a gift. The makeup on your face waa done by that worshiper obsessed with the demonic king and him. You look away, gagged with a ball held by leather straps.

“Go on. This is for us.”

You are laid back, the Orphan of Goetia and the Infernal Sin above you, the hands you feel however are only Norton’s. Carefully unwrapping you, freeing you but you remain on the bed. His hands remove the gag, his mouth on yours immediately desperately.

The sensation of a rocky hand sliding up your legs before slipping between them.

The King once told you here you will find heaven or hell, here you can be worshiped or be made to grovel. He will— They will have you one way or another.

“This is…” Norton speaking with laboring breath, “(Name)...” His lips on your skin, your neck to chest, a trail of hickeys following.

“Norton.” Moaned out as the monster enjoyed himself preparing you, “Please, God.” Thick fingers preparing you, it is as if he knows just how to touch you.

“Not God, us. From now on it will only be us.” The demon king says— Promises.

Mining Director

“You can open them.” Saying as the dining room table is covered with gifts sent to him. Perks of being the most desired and envied man in the mining business— With a hand in other businesses and politicians. Norton Campbell made himself the most powerful man both in the public eye and behind the scenes. “Useless junk.”

You sit there unsure what to say or do given his mood today. It is his birthday and though he has a ton of gifts and riches fit for a king, you had hoped he would celebrate with you… Like old times… When you were both two kids trying to make it in the cold world.

“What?” Norton says, he sees you not moving from your spot, his eyes go to the small box in your hand.

“It's nothing.” Putting the box down, turning around ready to leave the room. The boy you loved, that boy has grown up into a materialistic man. You married him because you love him, but you wonder if he loves you… If that boy is still there wanting to play with you like always.

“Wait,” Grabbing your arm, “Is this for me?” Looking at the poorly made box.

“... No point in asking. It's with the rest of the junk.” Sounding every bit hurt.

Norton curses in Spanish under his breath before pulling you into his arms and squeezing you, “Mi Vida, nothing you give me is junk.”

You hide your face in his chest embarrassed by your feelings of inadequacy, he has the world and you want to show him your love.

“Let me open it.” Opening it while still hugging you, “Hah! You found the old thing!?” Pulling out the old toy model car he would play with as a kid, “Can't believe it. Thought the old man sold it.”

“I found it when visiting the old neighborhood. The pawn shop had it on display and I… I hope you like it, Norton.”

He drops the box to touch the toy, this small piece of the past. When he was a boy, he used to play with this car pretending to be a racer. The grand places he would imagine with you in tow chasing after him.

“Norton?”

His face is buried in the crook of your shoulder, you touch his hand as you feel him trembling against you. 

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Identity V Masterlist

Darling Silent Bird (Morningstar! Night Watch x Fem!Reader) one shot

Rated: Mature (Dark Themes)

Lucky Rabbit Blow The Dice (High Roller!Novelist x afab!Reader) complete

Rated: Explicit

The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter (Prospector x Fem!Reader) complete

Rated: Explicit | Tigger Warning: period typical sexism, manipulation, noncon/dubcon

A Night In Nice (Prospector x Fem!Reader) complete

Rated: Explicit

The Bird And The Man (Nightmare/Orpheus x Reader) in-progress

Rated: Explicit

Please And Thank You (Andrew Kreiss x GN/Male Reader) complete

Rated: Explicit

Green Carnation (Norton Campbell x Male!Reader) complete

Rated: Explicit | Warning: Period-Typical Homophobia, Historical References, Open Relationships, Genderplay

All I Have Is Yours (Norton Campbell x Reader) complete

Rated: Explicit | Warning: Period typical drama, rough sex (past), semi-dubcon

Photographic Birthdays (various Joseph skins x reader)

Rated Explicit | Warnings: The last one is dark cuz its Hypnotist Joseph

For All The Birthdays You Missed, Andrew (vampire au!Andrew x reader)

Rated Explicit | Warnings: Vampire AU

Winterstorm (Ithaqua x older!reader)

Rated Mature | Warnings: Age difference between Reader and Ithaqaua, Manipulation, Rumors

Mating (Dragon Hunter!Frederick x dragoon!reader)

Rated Mature | Warning: you both have dragon blood you can guess how that goes

Body Bet (Antonio x reader)

Rated Mature | Warning: Googled Italian, gambling, drinking

Madame Butterfly (Man in Red x reader)

Rated Teen | Warnings: None

Chemistry (Richard Sterling x Reader)

Rated Mature | Warnings in post

CopyCat (Aesop Carl x Reader)

Rated Mature | Warnings: general copycat stuff

The King's Gift For His Flame (Infernal Sin!FG x Reader x Mystic Flame!FD)

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Threesome, bdsm themes/undertones, it just horny

It Is Your Birthday, Enjoy (Norton x Reader x Orpheus)

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: Based on AoM, BDSM Themes, Virgin Norton, Voyeurism, okay is just horny man

Upon Your Birthday, I Shall Name A Nebula After You (Fredrick x Reader)

Rated: Mature | Warning: it feelsy soft with spoilers of his birthday letter

Happy 520, Qi Shiyi (Qi x Reader)

Rated E for everyone lol | Warnings: None

Desolate Sand (Andrew x Reader)

Rated Explicit: Warnings: Vampirism, based loosely on Vampire Hunter D universe and the IDV Halloween lore

Various asks and small fics