#identity v prisoner x reader

[snootysnoots]

-Flowers For My One & Only (IDV x Reader)-

-Luca Balsa-

Giving Luca flowers would make him flustered. He never really received flowers before and getting them from you made him so happy. He had such a silly smile on his face.

He made sure to put them in a vase with water. And each time he stared at the flowers, he couldn’t help but smile. 

He made sure to get you something too, whether it was a batch of flowers or some jewelry.

-Aesop Carl-

Giving Aesop flowers left him confused. To him, flowers were given to those who were deceased or their family. So he was very confused when given the flowers. Aesop knew he hadn't lost anyone recently and knew he wasn't dead, so what were these for?

After you told him why you gave him the flowers, he kind of just paused and stared. He was grateful but unsure of what to do, he never really received a gift before, or flowers for that matter.

But that didn't stop him from taking care of the flowers until death made them depart. He assembled a funeral for them when they fully died.

-Mike Morton-

He was jumping up and down when you gave them to him, he just couldn't stop smiling. He kissed you all over your face and said thank you after each kiss.

He made sure to give you flowers as well, he wanted his significant other to feel appreciated too. He probably made you a flower crown.

If he had the skin "Cunning" on, he probably took his top hat off and reached inside to give you a batch of colorful flowers. He has been waiting for this moment, the flowers were starting to wither so you knew he has been waiting to give you them.

-”Nightmare”-

He low-key would try to eat them. You had to pull the flowers away from him and explain to him that they are a gift. 

He was grateful, but he probably still tried to eat them. It took a few more tries before he stopped trying to eat them. You had to wrestle the big bitch to make him stop.

He did put them in a vase...but he probably didn't put water in it so the flowers died pretty fast.

He did write you a poem though as a form of thank you, he even nuzzled with you.

It has been so long since I’ve posted and I’ve been meaning to write for my boys. Originally I wasn’t gonna add “Nightmare” or Mike, but I thought it would be funny and I had ideas so I went for it. Have a nice day/night/afternoon!

[dovesteeth]

" BUT BABY I’M A FOOL FOR YOU ! "

prompt: character x rescuer!reader (gn) ft. luca balsa and edgar valden

╰┈➤ their very own knight in shining armor! tried to make these short as i can but that was actually relatively easy cause i ran out of ideas in the middle of luca’s part /silly

LUCA BALSA / " PRISONER "

╰┈➤ notes: established relationship, reader is so done with luca (affectionately), reader is implied to be a rescue specialist but this can be glossed over, written in reader’s perspective, luca basically gets princess treatment here /silly

“Psst. Luca.”

You’re not sure if you’re just being paranoid, but you could sworn you saw the hunter in the distance. It might’ve just been a fluke and they didn’t see you two in the first place, but it was better being safe than sorry.

“Luca.” You try again, still in that hushed-whispered voice, but the prisoner pays no mind as he busies himself with the cipher machine, typing away enthusiastically on the keyboard. You’re not surprised, and debate on just leaving to decode somewhere else. That is, until, your heartbeat picks up.

“Shit. Luca!” You yell, but he doesn’t budge, still fixated on that damned machine. Your heartbeat thumps increasingly louder in your chest, and the creaking of Axe Boy’s trees grow nearer. You didn’t plan on getting your own or Luca’s head split open, so with a frustrated sigh you grab Luca by the waist and practically rip him away from the cipher - sparks of electricity flying off the rusty machine.

Luca yelps in surprise, a but disgruntled at first as his concentration was broken, but then he finally noticed his own heartbeat and you, carrying him with both arms.

“Oh, hey!” He chimes, his toothy grin meeting your exasperated one. “My favourite rescuer!”

“Hi, Luca.” You say half-way vaulting a window, wary of Luca’s head bumping against anything. With his lack of spacial awareness you don’t want to make his migraines any worse, so you guide his head into your shoulder. Luca, thoroughly underestimating the situation he was in (or ignoring the severity of it purposely, more likely), laughs and wraps his own arms around you. You roll your eyes but then you see the familiar red light in the distance, taking that as a sign to pick up the pace.

EDGAR VALDEN / PAINTER

╰┈➤ notes: unestablished relationship, background characters mentioned, edgar lowkey being insufferable but what’s new, reader is also done with him (affectionately.. ? debatable), edgar accidentally checks out reader and freaks out, no princess treatment for you sorry edgar fans 😔

“..Sorry.”

“Shut up, Kreiss.”

The taller of the two hung his head low, in shame most likely. Good, Edgar thinks. Be ashamed, because that was a sorry excuse of a rescue.

It’s not like he was in a rush or anything - Edgar can sit tight for a bit, longer than most, but now they’re both stuck in the dreaded, musty basement because of Andrew’s failed attempt at getting him out of the rocket chair. Moreover, wasn’t rescuing his specialty? His entire thing? Did he even try to not get hit?

Stewing in his own anger, he barely noticed the heavy footsteps of what he first assumed was the hunter, but his heartbeat hadn’t picked up.

“Finally,” Edgar sighed, looking up to the person who’s surely more competent than the gravekeeper. “Took you long enough.”

He was quick to fall back into silence however, initially because he was startled that it was you who was rescuing him, but his shock turned into something akin to awe and most profoundly - mortification.

You were looming over him, panting and sweating as if you ran ten laps before you got here, with unusually disheveled hair that hung over your narrowed eyes, which stared down at him as if he was some kind of small, skittering animal. The height difference was most definitely the rocket chair’s fault but the intensity of your gaze made him feel so small.

“Couldn’t kite for more than a second, huh?” You huffed, snapping the painter out of his trance. He scowled at the remark and if his face wasn’t red before, it most definitely was now. It matched perfectly with his beret. Before he could even retort you grabbed the bar holding him down and heaved it open with a grunt, the force of the action causing you to lean closer to the indignant painter - his nose almost flush with your chest.

Oh. Oh god.

You didn’t even get a ‘thank you’ from him before he pushed you away with what strength he could muster and bolted upstairs as if you were the hunter, yelling about something you didn’t quite catch.

“You’re welcome.” You muttered under your breath, making your way to Andrew who watched the whole ordeal without a word. At least he thanked you before he left.

[orpheusluvr]

Luca Balsa teases you in public

NSFW WARNING

The title says it all

(Luca x Female Reader)

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It was an extremely warm day, the hottest it had been in the year so far. Everyone at the manor had swarmed to their closets, finding clothes to wear that were lighter and more tolerable during this heat.

You went with a sleeveless white blouse and plain shorts. However, you still earned compliments despite it being such a simple outfit.

And as for the men, most of them simply wore shorts. It was truly a blessing to your eyes.

But out of all of them, Luca was the main one that caught your attention.

You sat on the grass in the garden, taking in the warm sunlight. Demi was laying beside you. She seemed exhausted.

“I can’t even make a drink that’ll help me withstand this heat.” She sighed.

“Oh, you can go back inside the manor if you want. Don’t worry about leaving me, I’ll be fine!” You said.

She looked up.

“Y/N, do you really think I’d leave you alone with THOSE idiots over there?” She laughed.

“Who? I thought we were the only ones outside.” You looked at her confusingly.

You then heard the sound of laughter, and turned around.

The men had all decided to come outside to have a water fight. You stared at them in awe, seeing them getting soaked.

Demi began laughing.

“Oh Y/N. You’ll never change!” She said, patting your shoulder. She stood up.

“I thought you didn’t want to leave me with them?” You said.

Demi shrugged.

“You seem to enjoy their company. But…”

She lowered her head.

“Call for me if they dare try anything. I’ll deal with them.” She said, then walked away.

You loved how protective she was, almost like a big sister.

“Hey Y/N, why don’t you come join us?”

You gulped nervously as Luca called out to you, then turned around to face him.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m just enjoying the sun.” You said nervously.

Your eyes automatically darted towards his body which was soaking wet. He noticed you checking him out, which earned a slight grin from him.

He immediately approached you, and your eyes darted towards something else this time. You don’t even know why you looked there, and Luca noticed once again. But this made his grin curl even more.

“I saw you looking at it.” He said.

“At what?” You said, acting dumb.

“Y/N, you don’t need to hide it.” He laughed, then lowered his head towards you.

“And I won’t need to hide it from you either.”

You gulped as you felt the tension between you and Luca increase.

“Psst…Y/N…look!” Luca whispered.

Luca placed his hand at the top of his shorts, slightly pulling it down. You immediately shut your eyes, clenching your fists as you tried to fight your urges.

“Hey Luca! What are you doing over there? We’re waiting for you man!” Norton called out.

You opened your eyes, a blush forming on your face as you tried to stare at Luca’s face instead.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.” He laughed, as he ran to join the others.

For some reason, you felt disappointed that he went. Perhaps it was because you were so turned on by what he just did that you needed more from him.

But he was right about saying that he wasn’t done. Because after a few minutes, he returned.

“Y/N~” Luca playfully called out. “Look here.”

You had turned your head away from him in embarrassment, and when you turned it back around to look at him, your jaw almost dropped. You could see the outline of Luca’s dick in his shorts, and you could tell that he was hard as hell. He playfully pushed his dick around, making it bounce and move against the cloth. You felt like you were going to explode, and Luca could tell exactly how you were feeling.

He placed his hand on your chin, stroking his thumb against your lips.

“Want a taste?” He smirked.

You took a moment to process what he just said.

“No….I mean…not here.” You said.

“Luca! Get back here already!” Mike called.

“Is that a yes?” Luca said.

You nodded, a smile forming on your lips.

Luca could not wait any longer. He immediately picked you up and carried you inside.

“Luca just ran off while carrying Y/N…” Norton said.

“I already knew it was going to happen. Considering that he was teasing her.” Eli said.

“How’d you know that?” Victor said, in shock.

Eli smiled.

“I know everything.”

[bimboothefool]

Any identity v character x a modern day/future reader

𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭!

𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙈𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐚/𝐧: Ooo hell yea Anon! Honestly it’d be uber fun to have atleast another character that’s from the modern day or early to mid 2000’s.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Almost none, it’s a drabble and it’s just Luca and you being uber sweet to eachother. Good ol fashioned fluff and reader is gn as per usual!

Luca was extremely interested in how technology has advanced in your era. He’s often amazed by how such a small device can do so much.

“It plays music, you can send digital letters and more… How impressive!!” Luca’s joy was contagious, even if it was your norm. It still fascinated him, which was more than enough for you. “Wanna listen to some tunes?” You held out an unoccupied earbud his way. He excitedly nodded and sat next to you.

He pointed to the song within your many playlists, Luca’s head bobbed along to the beat as he wore an infectious smile. You gently pecked his cheek as Luca would ask you about each artist and their work.

You’d pretty much info dump, from who the artist is and what influences their music. Luca soaked the information in as his attention was squarely focused on you. With a dreamy look in his eyes. Soon you heard both of your names being called upon for a next round of matches.

“Wanna dance to a couple of those songs sometime, after we’re rested of course!” You laughed and accepted his invitation. “Hell yeah! Now let’s bust a move!” You both eagerly ran off to the dining hall, hyping each other up.

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

[williamkisser]

A Luca x reader would be nice........... preferably slow burn and y/n is the shy type............. I'm hungry................. Thirsty............ Would beg....... Thank you.... *dying*

♡— The Prisoner with a shy S/O

♡— Oh my god… anon… N-N… NO!!!! Anon please, don’t do this to me… breathe. Oh my god. BREATHE!! *sniff* *sob* i’m… I’m so sorry i couldn’t save you, anon…. I hope you’re in a better place now… *sob*

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, fluff, possibly ooc i’m not sure, word count is 1400

♡— Luca Balsa, despite going through a turmoil of tragic events, never did once even try to stop working on his lifelong passion, god forbid even think of it. Yes, around him there were degenerates, murderers, thieves, even mystical, strange creatures - such combinations would drive any man crazy, as if anyone in here already wasn’t. But after all, finding something you could get absorbed in is the best method for killing time, don’t they say? Not even his developing issue with memory loss can stop him now.

♡— That’s why the prisoner, most of the time, could be found in the comfort of his own dorm, sitting by the desk while brain storming for yet another solution to the new experiment he was currently developing. And to be frank, he did quite like it this way. He had his own corner in the world, didn’t need to worry about money, could eat delicious meals and could even discuss some scientific matters with a few other enlightened individuals. And the prize for winning the game was even more tempting. Just imagine how much quicker he could develop his project with all this cash.

♡— Despite all the focus on his own dreams and scientific infatuations, Luca didn’t stray from engaging in interactions with other people. He’s certainly considered as one of the friendliest and most cheerful people in here. Some wonder if anyone im here ever managed to get on his nerve. He’s just very tolerable towards most, if not all, however, clearly he feels most comfortable near people who are willing to listen to his info-dumps, or engage in smart conversations, ask questions and give suggestions. There weren’t much residents in the manor like this. Most are either uninterested or too weirded out, therefore the prisoner always appreciated the open minded ones.

♡— Sadly, Luca’s past whereabouts left a permanent scar on him, making him a little unaware to some social cues. This man can not pick up on someone being painfully visibly attracted to him. He assumes all people willingly interacting with him are either friendly or just curious. Luca likes showing off and exchanging ideas with his mentor Alva, asking Helena for advice and letting her touch all of his tools or projects, trying to connect nature with science together with Luchino, or even explaining his ideas to the suspiciously fascinated Florian.

♡— And then there was you. A person very shy, awkward even. Everyone didn’t mind your presence, you just existed in your own bubble, in silence. Sometimes, someone would try to include you in some conversation, and while you did appreciate the gesture you just couldn’t grasp why you felt so uncomfortable, barely able to form a meaningful sentence. That was until you first encountered a young, quite charming in his own way man personally. You instantly became fond of Luca Balsa. Something about him just radiated pure happiness. He genuinely wanted to talk with you, sensing your anxiety, and you have no idea whether it’s for better or worse, because, oh God - he made you feel butterflies in your stomach and needles in your heart. You’ve got a crush on the Oletus manor’s „Prisoner”.

♡— You didn’t know what to do. The newly discovered feelings for the boy made your anxiety far more intense than it already was. Something in your head just screamed to not get too attached, after all, this is Luca Balsa we’re speaking of, he most likely doesn’t view you as anything else but a companion in matches. But, of course, the heart always does whatever it wants, ignoring the brain. That’s how you found yourself standing in front of his dorm doors, reflecting on if it’s alright for you to knock on them. What if he’s too busy right now and you’re just going to be a burden? This was a part of your mastermind plan - try to get into his interests and become a closer friend, and then…. maybe the friendship could bloom onto something else? You were in deep wonder, unaware that the doors are now open and Luca was waving his hand in front of your face. Earth to you.

♡— Either way, you spent some quality time with him together. He was very pleased to hear that you wanted to find out more about his projects and shared several insights related to his future plans. His dorm felt oddly cozy. You didn’t even realize that visiting Luca became some sort of a habit of yours, entering his workplace nearly on a daily basis - it made you forget about all the atrocities you witnessed during the bloody games. His voice was so soft and gentle, his eyes beamed as you kept asking questions about what is he doing right now. Luca felt so glad to elaborate and ramble about his passion. He’d even offer you to help him, giving you simple tasks as asking you to bring a certain tool. He was well aware of your shyness, so he was as understanding as he could, not forcing anything onto you. One day, Luchino teasingly called you „Luca’s little assistant”. The intense colour of your cheeks spoke for itself. You were head over heels.

♡— Quickly enough, your small acts of kindness turned into something way more serious. At one point, you felt like Luca’s own caretaker, because he was literally too absorbed in his work to pay attention to his own well-being. After you began frequently assisting him in not only helping to build some programs, you just took care of his needs. While Luca would love to stay up all night and didn’t like when people complained about it, oddly enough, he didn’t hesitate to tuck himself into his bed after you offered the prisoner too. You made sure he went outside and ate enough. Simple gestures like that were your own way of showing him affection, as you were too shy to be verbally affectionate.

♡— The whole situationship was now taking way too long. You were absolutely crazy over Luca, while he viewed you as a good friend and a fast learning companion. Everyone could tell you were following him like a lost puppy outside of matches, and he didn’t mind it at all. You just wished he would finally pick up on your real intentions, but at the same time you felt worried. What if he won’t talk to you anymore? What if there will be weird tension between the both of you if you confess? On one ordinary day, you were sitting by his desk as always, silently reading the notes hanged on the cork board while Luca came to you and asked to help him draw a technical sketch in his work notebook, to which you agreed to. After months of practice in his dorm you already knew how to properly draw a project on a piece of paper with accurate proportions - yet this certain sketch was new to you, you weren’t quite sure how to do it. That’s when Luca held your hand and guided it, helping you be more precise, and what an amazing, ecstatic feeling it was, his hand contained a specific, electric even, feeling on top of that. You blushed so hard you were surprised Luca didn’t even notice, but you knew you can’t be with him this way. You were hurting yourself by not telling the truth.

♡— This is how you found yourself sitting on Lucas’s desk, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers after telling the prisoner to listen for a minute. The whole thing was so stressful you can barely remember anything from that moment, not sure if it’s because of your own anxiety or if it’s the curse of this wicked place you’re stuck in. Either way, your confession to him was probably the most awkward one this Manor has ever seen - and it certainly saw a lot. Luca was surprised he didn’t manage to connect the dots for so long. He was focused on all the wrong things and failed to notice your affection towards him. Those were a few painful months, but he was going to make sure you know he appreciates all the help, not only on the projects, but also helping him take care of himself. Luca asked you for permission to kiss you while holding your hand, which you agreed to, feeling happy like never, making all your shyness go away for once… which did not last long, as Florian entered the room without knocking, making a loud „EWW” sound. Luca was going to make sure no one will interrupt you, scribbling something about a doorbell in his notebook right after kissing you like his life depended on it. Turns out, Luca Balsa now has found something to look forward to in his life other that science and innovative inventions - which was you.

Thank you for your request anon… i hope you can read this fic in the afterlife at least… anyways this my first time writing a fic for a character i’m not very familiar with. I tried to be as accurate as i could so i’m sorry if it’s ooc 😭 anyways it’s 2am now… idv x reader tag how are you doing on this lovely summer night

[eliasmelody]

Flirt, Tease, Repeat!

(Oneshot version)

Tag: Luca x f!reader, Naib x f!reader, Norton x f!reader, Ganji x f!reader, headcanon Warning: grammar & spelling, swearing

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Prisoner - Luca Balsa

The atmosphere was tense, Luca’s body pressed against the tree as he tried to stay as quiet as possible. The hunter was nearby, and every second counted.

Suddenly, Luca felt someone grab him from behind, pulling him. His breath hitched in surprise, and his body tensed. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, a light brush of fingers against his neck sent a shock through him. Reflexively, his shock ability activated.

A zap of electricity shot out from him, hitting whoever had pulled him. You yelped, jerking back, but there was amusement in your eyes as you stared at him, a smirk already spreading on your lips. "Kinky~" You said, voice dripping with sarcasm as you rubbed your arm where the zap had hit.

Luca blinked, now fully aware of your presence. Face flushed, his eyes widened for a moment, clearly still processing the shock and the fact that he hadn’t seen you approaching.

"What?" He stammered, a little too caught off guard. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "What was that for?"

"Well hello to you too." You replied, acting entirely too innocent. "Just checking in on my favorite decoder. Didn’t think you’d shock me."

For a moment, you thought he was about to yell at you, but before he could say another word, you quickly covered his mouth with your hand. His breath caught in his throat as your body pressed even closer to him.

"Shh." You whispered, voice hushed but urgent. His heart started racing as the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. The hunter was near. His pulse quickened, and the warmth of your body against his heightened senses.

Luca froze, his face turning even more red as his entire body stiffened under your touch. He could hear your steady breathing, feel your chest rise and fall against him, but all he could focus on was the proximity. His shock ability buzzed under his skin, but he couldn’t dare use it now, not with the hunter so close.

You kept your body low, careful not to make a sound. Every muscle in Luca’s body screamed to move, but he was paralyzed, knowing that a single wrong move could betray both of you. His hand, still hovering on the tree, twitched, but he held it still.

The sound of footsteps grew faint as the hunter passed by, and you stole a quick glance. Luca’s face was flushed, but his gaze remained locked on you, almost mesmerized by your proximity.

You pulled away slowly, grin never fading. "That was close, huh?" Your voice is light but still laced with playful mischief.

Luca cleared his throat, his face still flushed as he tried to hide the effect you had on him. "…too close." He muttered, still a little flustered, but the tension in his shoulders started to ease.

You chuckled, the mischievous glint in your eyes never fading. "Oh baby, not as close as I'm about to–"

Suddenly, the sound of another survivor hitting the ground echoed through the air. "Fuck," You hissed under your breath. You quickly bolted away, your full health makes you the only one who could rescue them now.

He didn't waste time, focusing on the cipher again, his fingers tapping lightly against the machine. But if you’re here, you could see the way his hand trembled just a bit. Maybe, the hunter's presence wasn’t the only thing that had his heart racing.

Batter - Ganji Gupta

Pain throbbed through your body as the hunter slung you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You groaned, hanging there helplessly, dirt smudging your cheek as you muttered dryly. "Welp. Guess this is how I die. Tragic, really."

The hunter didn’t care, of course. They just tightened their grip and kept moving toward the nearest rocket chair. You let your head loll back, staring at the sky, already mentally preparing yourself for the worst.

Crack.

A sharp noise split the air. A blur whipped past your line of vision, fast and clean. The hunter staggered with a snarl, hit square by a cricket ball.

Your eyes blinked wide just in time to see him. Ganji. Calm. Steady. Absolutely not someone you expected to appear like some action hero.

The hunter reeled, momentarily stunned. And that was all the time Ganji needed. With quick, precise steps, he was at your side, bat raised and gaze sharp. "Hold on." He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Before you could even respond, he caught your wrist and yanked you from the ground, setting you steady on your feet behind him. The electricity of adrenaline crackled through your skin, your heart hammering, stared at his back as he squared up to the hunter again, bat ready.

"Run!" He ordered firmly without looking back.

"Damn…." You whispered to yourself, breathless.

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The escape was messy, the hunter wasn’t happy about losing their first chase. But between Ganji’s precise hits and your very motivated running, you both made it to the exit gate, bruised but alive.

Ganji worked at the gate, his brows furrowed in quiet concentration, muscles tense as he forced the mechanism to budge. The distant sound of the hunter still lingered behind you both, but honestly? Your heart was racing for a whole other reason.

After all… he did just save your ass like it was nothing.

You leaned casually against the gate frame, nursing your wounds with a grin that refused to leave. "You know…" Your voice broke the silence, smooth and teasing "If you wanted to sweep me off my feet, Ganji, you could’ve just asked."

No response.

Figures.

Didn’t matter. You were already committed.

"I mean, really. Outta nowhere, bat swing, perfect timing, snatched me like I was worth a hundred points." You clicked your tongue in mock thought. "What even are we~?"

This time his hands did pause briefly on the gate handle. Ganji finally glanced your way briefly. His expression stayed neutral.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. "Aw, c’mon, I’m complimenting you here. Saving me and being all mysterious about it? Dangerous combo." You paused, glancing at him sideways.

Ganji cut his eyes back to the gate, unimpressed but undeniably listening. He muttered, rough. "You talk too much."

You grinned like you just scored a win. "And yet… you keep listening."

That earned you a low huff, could’ve been a laugh if he let it.

As the gate gave its final creak, Ganji stepped aside to let you through, silent as ever. But before walking past him, you leaned in just enough to murmur. "At least buy me dinner first~"

"Get out."

"Ouch." You said dramatically. "Wounding me deeper than the hunter ever could."

That earned you a sharp exhale through his nose. He definitely sped up his pace toward the exit like he was trying to outwalk your nonsense. But you didn’t miss the slight pink dusting his ears as he turned away.

Gosh, maybe you’d keep getting down on purpose if it meant getting saved like that again.

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Hello, I have to change the scenario cause it didn't fit in these two characters I wanna write. I hope you don't mind.

Thank u for reading! ♥️

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

omg i loved the fic with luca and electrostimulation! could you make something a bit more spicy with the same electrostim? i’m really into it and would like to see more. thank you !

Even though i main the chipmunk i dont write him much lol so this short

Rated: Explicit | Warning: rope play, using electrical cords, electrical stimulation, oral (reader receiving)

It should be noted that sex with Luca, or making out with him, is a bit of an adventure. Especially when he gets so caught up, he accidentally shocks both you and himself. At first, it was funny and a bit painful, but over time, it became short of a challenge. Having a bit of fun seeing fast you can get him that worked up, along with it adding to the sensitivity that occasionally has cumming too soon— Which is hot, you like overstimulation with Luca.

So both of you started to see other ways this can work.

Explaining what rope play is or why you like being a robe bunny is very interesting. It is not as if you mind talking about or explaining it. You just were surprised Luca would get so invested in it to try it.

It took a lot of practice as you know how and what you like, Luca is a quick learner and catches on to what to do for the experience to be mutually beneficial.

Thus why instead of ropes, he is using the electrical cords. Cords around your torso and legs, you are curious as you are standing on the ground with a cord keeping you upright. You like how tight it feels on your naked skin, it's like a tight hug. Luca does one last check before stepping back and admiring it work with the same pride he gets when one of his inventions is a success— You give a smile as you know that look from admiration goes to desire.

“Ready?” His hand reaches out to the cord on your chest.

“Ready.” Excited for the thrill this is going to bring and sex right after— Oh, and aftercare Luca is getting better at.

The real fun for the decoder is seeing safely how the electricity dances across your skin, sparks arching off the cords, the way he can see you gasping, and trying not to squirm too much. Already get wet, you are starting to drip down your leg, you let out a high pitch squeal, then moan when his fingers slide up and down your lower lips. The grin he has when he gets on his knees, you look down at him with the corner of your bottom between your teeth.

Luca is cute. He isn’t sexy or has rugged handsomeness. He is cute, and you adore that physical quality about him. Even cuter when he is between your legs feasting on you like his last meal. A messy eater, God, you know this going to end soon with all electrical stimulus, the snug tightness of the cords, and him making it his only goal right now to have you cumming.

[fishermanshook]

minor writing smut , hand kink [?]

Luca whose hands are, to put it plainly, dirty. Oil and grease can be found underneath his fingernails from the constant work on the cipher machine, while dirt finds its way in the cracks and slivers on his palms.

Luca whose hands are littered with small cuts and scars from the electricity that bolts through him, refusing to settle down for even one moment before another currency charges through his body.

Luca who uses these same hands to worship your god like body in front of him. His fingers, smeared with black from being burnt poke and prod at the curves and blemishes on your body. The inventor finds it all so incredible how you let his hands, stained with blood, find your most sensitive area. How you let his hands gift you the pleasure you oh so deserve. And how you let him witness your fall into pleasure all over again.

note: consider this my apology for the lack of a proper fic lately, things have been busy. I’m working on two right now, and I hope to get them both out in the coming weeks.!

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[otakusparkle]

Today is the 6th anniversary day of Identity V, and it is also the 6th year that visitors have met and accompanied us. Thank you old friends and new partners for your tolerance and support.

The 6 years have left us with many precious memories. I hope that in the future, we can continue to share our hearts and create more beautiful memories that belong to you and me. Next, the anniversary concert brought by the manor partners is about to start - enjoy the wonderful anniversary time~

Happy 6th birthday, Identity V.

Happy 6th anniversary of meeting, manor visitors.

[ch6douin]

> Dᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. — IDV! SELF AWARE AU (5)

THIS IS PART FIVE OF MY IDV!SELF AWARE AU! I love this au but i cannot bring myself to do anything other than brainrot every single day. i would love to hear brainrots, feedbacks or anything related to this au in my askbox, so feel free to mark your presence there.

cw: obsessive behavior; mentions of feeling/being watched; romantic someway; religious behavior; idk what else

Fiona loved the mystic. That's something not so surprising as she was given the title of a Priestess. She swore upon the Lakeside Village to adore the one and only Yog Sothoth, to be worthy of his blessings.

But she's incapable of escaping from this manor and honoring his name properly, incapable of escaping from you.

She knows you, to a certain extent because of the gossip and whispers around the survivors but you know her all too well, every single flaw and trait. Her devotion to Yog Sothoth didn't budge at that time, since at the end of the day, Fiona did not acknowledge you.

Skepticism could be her middle name, scripted to be deep into her heart, protecting it from any dangers. But you sneaked in, clueless of your effect on her. And so suddenly, her offerings to Yog Sothoth lacked sincerity.

She doesn't want to...be like this, be indecisive, she always criticized one for such weakness. But every time she thinks about choosing between you and the eldritch god, she is sent into a spiral of sentiments and beliefs, and anxiety settles deep within her bones. You're taking up too much space inside her, and she can't do anything besides hope that you give her enough room for breathing.

Yog Sothoth's presence is cold as ice and almost frightening, it is something Fiona thought that she was used to it. But she got way too comfortable with the feeling of your unique presence, safe as the embrace of a lover. It makes her dizzy, her heart is filled with tenderness but her brain tugs on it like a warning. Sometimes, it makes her sick in the stomach to sense that she failed to do something simple as to follow one god.

Little by little, her makeshift shrine with tons of trinkets for the ancient god is emptied. The overwhelming amount of items almost spilling out from the shrine are nowhere to be seen. Her loud murmurs from her requests to "Hastur" that every survivor could hear when passing by her door (which for a curious motive, is filled with thick locks and chains) are nothing now but a faint whisper of your name, so silent and soothing as if she is afraid to startle you or make you annoyed by her wishes. But did you hear her prayers? You must have, she likes to believe you do. That's the only explanation for her wardrobe full of luxurious clothes and accessories, silky materials that she would never even dream about touching.

She dreams of you, every night. It must be because she thinks about you almost all the time, but she fools herself into thinking it's you infesting her dreams despite the mindset being incredibly irrational. And every time you appear, her brain creates an individual that could only be described as breathtaking, because any idea that Fiona had about your appearance however you looked like was nothing short of ethereal, divine. She would kneel and worship you regardless of people's opinions.

The others be damned. They never gave her such a strong feeling.

And may you also give her enough patience to not wrap her fingers around that Mercenary's throat—when he stands with a look of nonchalance and crossed arms as if he didn't fuck up everything. She couldn't care less about the hint of regret in his sharp eyes, and she started blinking fast as if to dissipate the sudden urge to pounce on him. But you wouldn't want that, would you? After all, you graced him with your presence more times than one could count with their hands, even if his mouth was always kept shut, she knows because there was nothing that could justify his fidgety behavior when the subject was you.

"Any explanations for your foul behavior, Mr.Subedar?" Just like him, her arms are folded tightly on her chest as she spits out her words, cutting through the palpable tension in the room. And by the way he looks at her through the corner of his eye, she really has the impression of not even deserving his attention.

"It's simple, I don't trust them." Indeed, a simple and short answer followed by his thick accent doesn't satisfy Fiona that much. But that's just Naib Subedar, the mercenary is always stubborn and will feed you nothing but crumbles of information until you go crazy for good.

"Oh for god's sake. You don't trust anyone, Subedar." She sighs heavily, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. "The day you do, pigs might fly!" The woman walks around the dimly lit room with impatience, and he remains still as a statue. Aside from a twitch of his brows and a brief glare, there is no reaction to her words.

"Who I trust or not is none of your business, Gilman. Just like you being an obsessive freak with this person, if we can even call them that, has nothing to do with me." He is good at pretending to not be fazed as if he didn't experience goosebumps all over his body five minutes ago when he could finally hear your voice clearer than ever. And when the thought of how you looked from the other side of the screen went through his head for a fleeting second, he swears his heart rate did not increase. Why do you have this effect on him? On everyone? You were able to swoon the hearts of even the most reserved men and women in this manor, you even made him feel somehow special initially.

Emma plants flowers that you might like, Frederick and Antonio create tunes and songs inspired by you, Demi has confessed her admiration for you countless times in her drunken state—Hell, Naib is sure that he had a glimpse of Edgar Valden himself stressing over a painting and mumbling how he 'just had to see you in person, his lost muse'.

His thoughts are interrupted by a loud groan. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that for the sake of our partnership." He had hit a nerve, didn't he? It's written all across her face, eyebrows furrowed, lips in a firm line, eyelids twitching...It almost brings a smile to his lips how worked up she got. His eyes trail down to her hands for no particular reason, they are gripping her robe tightly in between her fingers.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night.." His mouth has a small pout of indifference as he shrugs, heavy boots accompany him when he walks away to finally leave and have some rest. There is nothing that he wants more than to forget about all of this for at least a few hours, that is if he doesn't end up having you appear in his dreams and waking up with wide eyes filled with evident embarrassment. Maybe he wasn't so different from the other survivors and hunters...

Twisting the doorknob and looking up through his eyelashes, much to his dismay, a person that he knows all too well stands proud. With his black and white clothes, it's Luca Balsa in the flesh. Even with the shaky postman wiping away his tear-smudged cheeks behind the prisoner's back like a shadow, his toothy grin never faltered. He must be sure of himself if he still remains unperturbed by the problems ahead. Naib steps away to give them enough space to enter the room and then vanishes without a word, not before noticing how the postman's irises followed him till he was no longer within eye's reach. If Naib was able to gain the hate of someone so calm, he indeed might be a jerk.

It doesn't take long for Luca to speak up. "Long short story, an unexpected error happened, and now no one knows how to turn it on without my help?" He's casual with it, maybe overconfident in his abilities as an inventor but some optimism was very much needed right now. After all, he should not disappoint in their pursuit to contact you!

There's a short silence, followed by the loud crack of his knuckles as he takes a long stride towards the machine. "Alright, this might take some time. I recommend for you two to take a break and have a little debate with the others in the main hall. Everyone is starving for good news."

OBS: When Fiona mentions "luxury clothes" she's referring to the A/S tier costumes from the game.

naib wants u so bad bro 🤨 a lot of characters may appear next chapter but of course half of it may be a little more luca centered, and maybe if i make it long enough we will come back to reader's pov😆

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hello! I know you have alot on your plate and I am willing to wait I love andrew and luca fighting over us (by us I mean th reader) that leads to a threesome (if you're comfy) if not then maybe what they'd do to win the reader over? (Ps this is my first time requesting anything! So this is new and cool to me)

✮⋆˙. Synopsis: Andrew and Luca don't bode well on many things, the only thing they can agree on is you. 1/2(?)

✮⋆˙. Content warning: yandere content, gn!reader, sex, threesome, spit, saliva. They're both kinda nasty.

✮⋆˙. A/N: originally I was gonna cuck Andrew LOOL, this is way too long than I expected it to be. This is just sorta a warmup before I go to my other rqs. Maybe I'll make a p2.

They don't get along. They're absolutely sick of each other, just knowing the other is breathing the same air as you and him is enough to irritate them both. Constantly glaring at each other and starting pity arguments that lead to nowhere but to your frustration.

But they love you, they adore you. They tell you in hushed whispers that you are their salvation, that you were in their lives as proof as forgiveness from the gods itself.

Your head is tilted as Andrew smothered his lips into a sloppy uncoordinated kiss, he's swallowing your moans that it almost makes him want to groan into your mouth. No matter how many times you've kissed, whether hot and heavy, or soft and chaste, he kisses with inexperience.

"Don't keep em all to yourself, they're mine too." Luca sighs, watching Andrew pull his lips away from yours. A string of saliva keeping you and the gravekeeper connected.

"Acknowledge me, I'm here too, love me too." The dark-haired male said with a slight frown, turning your cheek to face him. Only a breath away as he wiped the saliva away from your chin with his thumb. Andrew's brow knit together in dismay, watching the Prisoner break the string of saliva that bonded you two together. Silently giving the prisoner a not so pleased look.

You felt short-winded, the kiss so lightheaded inducing that your vision doubled for seconds as you caught your breath. Next thing you knew, your lips were captured into another kiss that wasn't sloppy and uncoordinated as before. Instead, it was eager and enthusiastic that it was almost forceful.

Andrew's lips turned into a thin line, watching Luca use a little more intensity he would've liked for you. Instead, he sighed and kept his eyes on your body. Watching your thighs rub together. Making Andrew's own lower region boil uncomfortably with heat. Seeing you completely nude while he and Luca were fully clothed was.. certainly making him feel some sort of way.

Andrew pealed his coat, dropping it onto the floor. The sound of his coat hitting the floor was comparable to sand falling to the soft noises you made and shared with Luca. As Luca was hunched over you, he was kissing you breathlessly. Almost forgetting to let you breathe as his tongue swirled against yours, his tongue sucking on yours relentlessly. Right before pulling away entirely, he spat in your mouth. "Mm, there we go." He exhaled, patting your cheek as he sat up.

"Don't be uncouth." Andrew said with disdain, looking over at Luca. Only to be met with a half effortless shrug. Andrew shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. Only this time much more gentle, giving you a little nudge to open your jaw. His tongue pressed against the bottom of your mouth. Sucking the prisoners saliva out of your mouth and swallowing it as he pulled away.

"Uncouth? Then that's just raunchy and obscene." The brunette recoiled, his eyebrows raising. Seeing Andrew steal his 'parting gift' to you.

"Never mind that, now what?" Andrew asked, begrudgingly looking back and forth between you and the prisoner. It wasn't that Andrew was naive to sex, but he's inexperienced and threes a crowd when it came to this sort of thing. It's a little too much when someone is grabbing what he's reaching for, especially if they aren't as keen on sharing just like him.

"We let them choose who goes first." Luca responded, grinning down at you as the two towered over you. Looking at you expectedly.

[lririx]

This ask

VALE boys x shy gn reader

I'm sorry it took so long anon😭

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Victor Grantz

Expressing yourself has always been hard. Being shy makes talking to people a really hard task for you. Victor understood. He isn't good with words but can talk in necessary situations so it's not as hard for him. But he still understands.

Every day he saw how you struggled to keep a conversation and how nervous it made you feel.

He decided to leave notes for you. Notes that had words of encouragement. Notes that showed how much he loved you.

You always found notes in your pockets that had words that calmed you down.

It was his way of comforting you when he wasn't there.

Today was a tiring day. It was Emma's birthday and everyone decided to celebrate it together.

Parties aren't your thing. Kevin dragged you with him to talk to everyone else.

This was one of the most awkward days of your life.

You just stood there while everyone else talked and laughed.

Victor saw you and came towards you. He took your hand and walked to the green house.

The greenhouse is a quiet place. All the flowers and plants make the place feel like another world.

You sit on a chair as the moonlight shines on you.

Victor can't take his eyes off of you. You look beautiful is all he could think of.

He sits next to you and takes your hand.

“[Name].” He says.

“Hm?”

“You know you can ask me for help right?”

You giggle. “Where did that come from?”

“I just don't like seeing you struggle so much to talk to people. I mean you slightly change when you're talking to different people. It's tiring no?”

You look down to the floor. He's right. Altering your personality every time you talked to someone was tiring. You could only be yourself around Victor.

“I know you're worried it's just…I can't do anything about it it just happens.” Your said with a low voice.

“I know.” He said while smiling. “That's why I said you can ask me for help."

You blushed. You felt happy. He was the first ever person you expressed yourself to. The fact that he goes out of his way to tell you this made you feel warm inside.

You lean towards him and kiss him on the lips.

“I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.”

Andrew Kreiss

You've been participating in matches day after day.

You not only have your matches but end up participating in place of others when they can't attend.

This match was a long one. You ended up kiting Bane for pretty much the whole game but in the end you lost.

You came back to the Manor with cuts and bruises all over your body.

Andrew rushed to Emily's office to check on you.

“Are you OK?” He said as he panted.

“I'm OK don't worry.” You said with a weak smile. “I'm just tired.”

He took a deep breath and sat on a chair next to your bed.

He took your hands and sat there quietly.

The sight of you like this made his heart ache but also made his blood boil. Those selfish people. How can they keep giving their work to you?

“Andrew?” You said as you brushed a strand of hair away from his face.

“Why do you keep doing this?” He asked.

“What?”

“This. Why have you been attending others' matches left and right?”

“...Are you mad?”

“Of course I'm angry. I'm angry at you for throwing away your needs. I’m angry at you for overworking yourself. Im angry that you never asked me for help.!”

He went quiet for a second and then continued with a lower voice.

“But most of all I’m angry at myself. At the fact that I’m so useless that I don’t stand up for you…Whenever I think of the times where I could've pulled you away when someone asked for you to do something. The times where if I didn't let you attend a match you wouldn't have been in pain. Whenever I think of those I hate myself. I hate myself because I didn't do anything.”

Andrew understands you well. You two are really similar. So you can understand what he's feeling right now. You know how much he's beating himself up for it.

You drag him into a hug and you don't let go.

You start to kiss the top of his head and caress his hair.

“I'm sorry.” You muttered. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”

“Please. Just stop wearing yourself out. For me.” He said in a low voice.

You nod. “I promise.” You whispered.

Luca Balsa

How many times has Orpheus made you “help him” and then dump all of his work on you because “he got a new idea”? You've lost count at this point.

You've gotten used to it but you obviously don't enjoy it but you just can't say no to him. You wanted to a couple of times but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You didn't want to turn him down when he asked for your help. Well that was one of the reasons. You didn't want him to dislike you. You don't want anyone to dislike you but Orpheus was one of the people that the idea of him disliking you scared you.

It wasn't only you who was bothered by this situation. Luca was really worried about you. You would come to his room, exhausted and drop yourself onto his bed and pass out pretty much every night.

Luca always stays up late. You have to drag him to bed if you want him to sleep. But after this routine with you and Orpheus started you would sleep without a word out of exhaustion. On some days he barely even saw you.

Orpheus told you to wake up earlier than usual today. You didn't sleep last night which didn't help. You get up, wash your face, get changed and go to the library where Orpheus told you to meet him.

“These are murder case files. I'm going to use these in my Novel.” He says. “So read these papers and write me a summary of them. I need it by tomorrow evening.”

You blacked out for half of the conversation. Your mind started to properly work just now and this is all you understood. You sighed and were about to say “I'll do it.” When you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry Orpheus.” Said a person you cherish. “But I need y/n's help today. I know you had plans but it's really urgent. I'm sure you can do this yourself.” He continued with a smile.

“Oh.” Said Orpheus. “Well I guess I wouldn't mind since they've helped me so much. Then bye for now.” He takes the papers and takes a seat in the library.

“What's wrong?” You ask Luca.

“Come on I need your help.” He takes your hand and drags you to his room.

You enter and he closes the door. “Well?” You ask.

He lays on the bed and pats the spot beside him. “I need you to sleep.” He says with a cocky smile.

“You dragged me all the way here to sleep?” you asked a bit annoyed. “I was supposed to help Orpheus.”

He gets up and sits on the bed. “You call that helping?” He asks. “He is using you. Well even if he doesn't have bad intentions he still doesn't care if you want to do it or not. You can't just say yes to everything people ask of you.”

He sounds a bit mad but he's keeping his cool. You lower your gaze and play with your fingers. You don't know what to say. I mean what can you say? You know he's right.

He sighs and gets up from the bed to stand in front of you and takes your hand. He grabs your chin and gently pulls up your head. “I'm worried about you OK? You're just tiring yourself like this it's not good for you.”

“You're one to talk.” You say annoyed.

He laughs. “Well at least I do something I enjoy. Plus you always make me rest. But you just won't listen to me no matter how hard I try.” He kisses your forehead. “I won't let you try to please people like this anymore. You have to start saying no to them.”

You don't say anything. Instead bury your face into his chest. Luca wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. “Come on. Let's sleep. Neither of us have slept these days.”

You tighten your arms around him and nod in response. Then both of you get on the bed and drift away into a deep sleep.

Edgar Valden

Failed rescues, terror shocks, short kites. You really messed up in today's match.

Well, everyone messes up.

But Freddy came up to you and started bickering with you.

“How can anyone be so bad?”

“Practicing is a good thing you know?”

“If you're going to mess up everything don't play the games.”

“Why did you even come to the Manor?”

His remarks didn't stop.

You couldn't say anything. You knew you did terribly in the match but it happens to everyone. He doesn't have the right to be this mad. But you couldn't say anything. Not a single word came out of your mouth. You just stood there while he said anything he wanted to you.

“What makes you think you can talk to them like that?!” You heard someone shout from across the room.

You look over Freddy's shoulder and see Edgar. He was fuming and coming towards Freddy.

“Your little lover over here messed up the whole game!” Freddy shouted. “Why do they even participate if they plays like this?”

Edgar grabbed Freddy by the collar. “You're disgusting.Have you forgotten how many times you've messed up the game yourself? How many times our win turned into a loss because of you? You think you have any right to be shouting at them like this?”

Freddy was surprised. His face was turning red. He quickly snatched away from Edgar's hand and left the room.

He huffed. Then he turned to you. “Why weren't you saying anything to him?” He looked angry.

You just burst into tears. He was surprised and came to his senses.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm sorry.” He panicked and pulled you into a hug.

“I'm sorry. I couldn't stand seeing you like that.”

You just cried into his chest. Freddy shouting at you like that scared you.

He caresses your hair and whispers “It's OK.” Sometimes.

After you've calmed down he pulls you away and wipes your tears. “Please. Stand up for yourself OK?” Then he pulled you into a hug again.

“I'm always here for you.”

[blvb]

IDV SURVIVORS

Characters: Lucas Balsa, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell and Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: s/o who give an insect in their hands.

a/n: My first time to write and show, have mercy to my writings please. it might have some grammar errors, my first language is french. The character might be ooc.

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⚡LUCAS BALSA⚡

I think Lucas will be so happy if you want to show somethings that you find. If you tell him to open one hand to put your discovery, he will oblige to do so. At first Lucas will have a beautiful smile until he see what it is, his smile disapear and will take few second to look at the insect. Lucas will scream while throwing the bug somewhere. he might cry a little bit, and he will ask why did you pick that thing, only to learn that you like find and grab insects. Lucas is scars from this encounter, now he will always ask you what you have in you're hand before you give him.

🟢NAIB SUBEDAR🟢

Naib will ask what you have in your hand before you are close to him, only to be answer '' Something beautiful ! Open one of your hand '' he will sigh and open his hand only to feel something crawling in his hand. Naib will have a tiny heart attack, he will look closer to the bug and tell you next time to find something more beautiful like a ladybug or one with cute feature. He will let the bug go softly on a leaf or on the ground. or eat it

🧲NORTON CAMPBELL🧲

Sorry for the bugs lovers for this one, Norton will have a face a bit scary until he see you coming on is direction, his face will ease a bit. Norton will look at your hand close in front of him, he will be unsure what to do at first until you say open one of his hand. Weird but alright, he will look at first then crush it in is hand, you scream a big NO but is to late. You will look at him with disbelief, look at his face and then at his hands, back it forth. If you are sad he will make it back for you, like maybe a time for both of you to chase some insect together, but it will surely just watch with a smile while you're so happy.

✨MIKE MORTON✨

I think Mike will not be scared by bugs like Lucas. when you run at his side with your hand in front of you, he will be so curious. You ask his hand, he will do it without asking. Mike will be amazed what you find, he will ask with so much energy where did you find this bug. Mike will follow you if you show the spot where the bug was discovered. I think he will like to spend time with you to find more.

a/n: there's a side in me say it's a bit funky, but oh well, i hope that you like what i write and so sorry again for the wrongs writing and bad grammar. I JUST REALISE !! I write the name of Luca wrong.

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Hello, and congrats for the blog's birthday! :D It's been a pleasure to see you in this blog, so here's a req. from me (hehe):

Luca and Ithaqua (if you write him, but if you don't feel free to replace Ithaqua with Orpheus!)

For Luca, perhaps the scenario would be about insomnia- like, how does he deal w/ it? How would he deal w/ it when his s/o can't sleep? etc

For Ithaqua/Orpheus, maybe some shenanigans in a friendly match! Any works, I just wanna see how these two would vibe if the hunter goes friendly (for Orphy) or if said hunter went friendly (for Ithaqua)

(disclaimer for both: idm if you go platonic or romantic with these, but if its okay, I'd like for it to be romantic.)

Once again, I wish you all the best and I hope you have a lovely day!

— 🌸🍒

HELLO AND THANK YOU SM!! of course - im gonna be writing for ithaqua (and sangria, too) ^_^ you too!!

luca balsa dealing w/ insomnia hcs⚡️

he can't cope for shit honestly. once luca realizes he's not gonna be sleeping any time soon he's making himself a jezva full of strong coffee and sitting himself by his desk

i mean, what else can he do? he just deals with it the most logical way he sees it, no matter how unhealthy it is

although, once you scold him enough times, he's going to be curled up next to you in bed no matter if he likes it or not (he always likes it)

when it's him dealing with insomnia, what helps him the most is having his head held - no matter if it's you curling your arm around his neck, you pressing your palm onto his forehead or laying it onto your lap/chest - and having his hair played with. it's one of the rare things that lull him to sleep immediately, especially considering how he didn't get a lot of physical attention in his life so he melts right under your fingertips

when it's you dealing with insomnia, he prefers being the big spoon (in a "clinging to the little spoon like he's a backpack" way) and gently tucking his head by your neck, will also gladly make you a cup of warm tea at any hour to calm you down

he finds physical affection to be the best cure as he's not accustomed to it and the feeling of safety calms him down almost immediately

ithaqua going friendly hcs🌫

his 1# favorite activity is playing hide and seek, and his favourite map to be friendly on is leo's memory!

very competitive when talking snowball fights. can be a bit of a sore loser too

will use his weapon to drag survivors around in the snow, sounds weird but it's actually quite fun!

itha likes doing parkour and climbing when he's not hunting, climbing onto the trees or up the lakeside boat

survivors can often get evil and swoop his weapon under his feet to make him trip and fall😭 it's just them channeling their inner anger from losing to him so often (or sometimes they just want to make him angry. at least that's not too hard to do lol)

if his s/o is in the match he's going to be subtle, playing with everyone but paying you extra attention - taking his precious time when tying you up or pulling you out of a locker and carry you for what seems to be a minute or two longer than usual... would definetly not mind having some alone time with them either, hidden on the 2nd floor of leo's factory or in the basement, laying their beloved onto his lap and cuddling together where no one can see them🤭

[oletus-writer]

hi! if you've got the time, could you maybe write some general relationship hcs [sfw and nsfw if you're willing] with luca balsa? thanks so much!

Of course!

General Relationship Headcannons with Luca Balsa

Warnings: includes nsfw

Luca Balsa

Sfw

While he’s a forgetful man, he’ll do his best to remember your favourite flowers, chocolates, and what presents to give. However, this has failed, so he has resorted to making a randomised machine that generates what presents (out of your favourites) to give to you for the occasion.

‘Y-you said you had some soreness after matches? I made you a-a little something that might help with it!’

He does his best to intricately plan out the dates, and, if you’ll let him, will ramble for hours on end about his sciences. He’ll get Melly to teach him about the meaning of flowers and get some recipes from Mary and Joseph, but forget to cook them - completely planned, a baking date. Don’t question his genius.

‘Oh, they’re d-doing a tea party now… I’ve made you some pastries - ah, no, no, um… we’ll sh-show them how it’s really done! Yeah. W-we’ll show them.’

You’ll be responsible for inducing him to bed with cuddles, and get him to eat a bit by feeding him when he’s working on his inventions. If you’re ready to nag him about taking care of him, then the relationship should work out fine - after all, he’s got to be healthy to be able to help you out in matches.

Nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, and will teasingly kiss your sex and slowly lick it, all the while maintaining eye contact. He’s pretty skilled, as he has had a few lovers before, and his sharp teeth, while not sharp enough to cut skin, is a new stimulus.

His hair is thick and glossy, and his pubic hair is pretty wild, no matter how hard he tries to keep it well-groomed. He’s got a shorter penis, but it’s pretty thick. He also gives of dick piercing vibes

Luca has a bit of a praise kink and won’t hesitate to call you mommy/daddy, if you’re into it. Kiss his eye and tell him how good he’s doing, and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

[eliasmelody]

♡VALENTINE'S ADDITION♡

Tag: Wu Chang x f!reader, Naib x f!reader, Emily x f!reader (platonic), Luca x f!reader, maid reader, (a hint of Fan Wujiu x Xie Bi'an and Ganji x reader)...

Contain: pet name, feeding, code-switching (for Wu Chang, check at the end for translation); injury care (for Naib); platonic love, hint of mother figure (for Emily); concussion, small conflict (for Luca), overall fluff!

Warning: Grammar & spelling

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Wu Chang - Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an

You stood anxiously on the sofa, the head maid’s message still fresh in your mind, a letter from the hunter requiring your immediate presence. A sense of worry lingered, but perhaps you were overthinking it.

Your gaze drifted to the white guard, his hand holding a strawberry mooncake.

"Open wide~" Xie Bi'an's voice was soft, yet there was an underlying playfulness that made your heart flutter.

"Ugh, stop with that tone, Bi'an," Fan Wujiu groaned, taking a slow sip of his tea, his eyes rolling in mild annoyance.

Bi’an chuckled softly, ignoring Wujiu’s comment. He gently placed the strawberry mooncake near your lips, a smile playing on his own as he waited for you to take a bite.

"Now, now, Wujiu, don’t be a killjoy. Let me have my fun."

Wujiu let out another exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes again. You chewed the dessert slowly, your eyes widening slightly as the sweet, delicate flavor of the strawberry mooncake filled your mouth. It was unexpectedly delicious, a perfect blend of sweetness and softness.

Bi’an's smile widened as he watched you savor the mooncake. He seemed pleased, his eyes filled with affection and satisfaction. "Do you like it, bǎo bèi?"

You nodded enthusiastically, the taste lingering on your tongue.

Bi’an chuckled again, clearly pleased with your reaction. He reached for another mooncake. "I’m glad you like it. Here, try this one."

Wujiu rolled his eyes once more, clearly unimpressed. "Lún dào wǒ le," He muttered, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Before you could even react, he swiftly scooped you up and placed you gently on his lap. You let out a surprised yelp.

Your face turns bright red as Wujiu suddenly picks you up and places you on his lap. You are taken aback by his sudden actions, but you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement.

"Now, eat," he said, his tone commanding but not unkind, as he settled you in place, his hands resting casually around your waist.

Bi’an, who was watching the scene unfold, let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

"My, my, Wujiu. A bit eager, aren’t we?”

Wujiu shoots a quick and harsh glare at Bi'an, clearly unamused. He tightens his grip around your waist, making sure you won't be able to escape.

"Shut up, Bi'an" He snapped, his gaze now focused back on you. Despite his words, Wujiu blushes at Bi'an's remark. It's well-known that he adores both of you.

Bi'an can't help but laugh at Wujiu's reaction, clearly enjoying the sight of the usually stoic and unapproachable hunter blushing.

"You’re being a tad bit physical, aren’t you? It’s quite endearing to see you this way."

Wujiu's grip on your waist tightens even more, his expression turning even more grouchy.

"Ignore him," He murmurs, his tone much softer as directed at you. "Just eat.”

Feeling the pressure from both sides, you sighed softly, your stomach still full from lunch. Despite the heaviness in your chest, you reluctantly took another bite, your lips barely curving into a pout.

I just ate, you thought, but the combination of their attention and the undeniable sweetness of the mooncake made it hard to resist.

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Mercenary - Naib Subedar

It was late, and you were going through your usual midnight check, making sure all the important doors and windows were securely closed. Your footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as you passed the infirmary, but then something caught your eye.

"Huh? Did Ms Emily forget to close the door?" You were about to push it shut when a faint sound stopped you, a soft, almost imperceptible hiss coming from inside. You step further inside, your breath shallow as you feel a chill crawl down your spine.

The infirmary is unnervingly dark, with only the faint light from the window casting long shadows on the floor.

Everyone must be asleep by now, and the manor owner strictly forbids anyone from wandering at night unless on duty.

In the corner of the bed, you think you see something move for a split second. You take a wary step forward, but then freeze.

"Naib?" You whisper, your voice barely audible, the room feeling colder with each passing moment. "Oh no..."

He curses under his breath, his body frozen in the shadows. You sets the candle down on the table, the flickering light revealing your worried expression as you quickly moves toward him.

"What happened to you?" You asks, voice full of concern. You notice the nasty cuts and bruises on his scarred body, likely from the match.

"Did you forget to get checked up, or did you brush it off again?" You frown.

He doesn't answer. The shadow barely reveals his face, and the silence between you thickens.

You sigh, frustration creeping in. "Gimme the bandage."

"...[y/n]..." He protests.

"Please don't argue with me." Your voice is firm, but there's a quiet concern hidden beneath, the silence between you thickening.

Naib sighs, and reluctantly hands you the box of bandages. His expression remains unreadable in the dim light, but you can sense the weight of his unspoken thoughts.

You clumsily pour the antibiotics on his wound, carefully dabbing it with cotton before wrapping it up. He doesn’t flinch, not even once. His stillness makes you uneasy, but you focus on the task, unable to see his face as you work on his back.

"... You’re bad at this." Suddenly, he speaks, his voice rough, breaking the silence. It catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate before continuing.

"... I'm trying," You mutter, a blush creeping up as you fumble with the bandage. You were never good at this whole medic thing. "... Does it hurt?" You ask, glancing at him, hoping he’ll be honest.

"... Barely anymore," He replies, his voice soft, yet still tinged with exhaustion.

The room falls into silence after that. Naib takes over, finishing the bandaging with a practiced hand, clearly aware of your lack of skill.

"You already did the worst of it," He says casually, noticing the sulk on your face as he wraps the final bandage.

After he finishes, you gather the bottles and bandages, quietly putting everything back in place.

Suddenly, you feel a soft pat on your head.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

It’s so quick, and by the time you glance up, he’s already gone, vanishing like the wind. You sit there, a blush creeping across your face, unsure if it really happened or if it was just your imagination.

The next morning, when you wake up, there’s a small chocolate box sitting at your door.

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Doctor - Emily Dyer

You are on a mission today. No more hesitant this time, you already turned down many offers nowaday because of your injury. So you hope you can change her mind this time.

Despite the holiday, the never-ending task of checking dwindling supplies must left her drained.

You open the door to the infirmary, the sound of a deep sigh echoing through the quiet room. The faint smell of antiseptic lingers in the air as you step inside. "Hello Ms Emily!”

Emily's eyes flickered open at the sound of her name, and she let out a long sigh of relief. "Finally," She whispered, her tension easing as help arrived. She straightened up, grateful for the much-needed assistance.

As Emily reached for the cup of coffee, the warm aroma filled the air, and she couldn't help but hum in delight. The first sip was like a wave of comfort, its warmth grounding her in the moment. It was just what she needed to keep going.

"Thank you," she said softly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Wow..." You glance at all the boxes of supplies in the room. "You’ve already sorted half of it?"

Emily sighed and nodded, still sipping her coffee. "Who else? The quicker it’s done, the quicker I get some time," She muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

You nod in understanding, glancing around one more time before turning to her. "I made you a small snack." You try to lighten the mood, setting a delicate porcelain mold on the table, a chocolate soufflé.

You look at her excitedly, a small grin spreading across your face. "Something to help you recharge.”

Emily's expression lightens as she sees the soufflé, touched by your thoughtfulness.

"You made this? For me?" She sets down her cup of coffee and looks at the delicate dessert, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She lets out a soft laugh, charmed by your eagerness. Emily's smile widens as she picks up the soufflé, admiring the craftsmanship. "You're so sweet. Thank you."

She picks up a spoon and takes a small bite of the soufflé, her eyes widening in pleasant surprise. The rich taste and texture of the dessert seem to melt in her mouth.

"Oh, it's delicious. You're quite the little chef, aren't you?”

You blush slightly at her words. "Oh, it was nothing. Just something simple, any of the maids could’ve done it.”

Emily smiles at your humility, thoroughly enjoying the snack you made for her. She takes another bite before speaking again.

"Well, simple or not, it's very impressive. You've managed to lift my mood and give me a much-needed energy boost."

You wait for Emily to take a few more bites of the dessert before speaking again, shyly.

"So, um, you know... can I hang out with Ganji today?" You ask warily, glancing at Emily.

Emily frowns slightly. "Has your ankle healed up?"

"...yes?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"No?"

Emily sighs and shakes her head. "Just be careful, and don’t run too much."

"Yes." You whisper, flashing a victory sign.

"And no playing cricket either."

You drop your jaw, but your arms are fine. "...why?"

Emily calmly scoops another bite of the dessert, not even glancing at you as she replies. "Because once you start, you’ll keep going. And then you’ll ignore what the doctor says.”

The doctor was right, you have a tendency to get caught up in the fun. Emily only wants what’s best for you; she always has. Still, you can already picture Ganji’s frown deepening at this… Oh well you try.

You huff and turn away. "Fine.”

Emily chuckles softly, then mutters after you retreat form. "Have fun.”

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Prisoner - Luca Balsa

You let out a quiet sigh, watching Luca completely absorbed in his "experience," as if you’re just part of the scenery. It’s like he’s forgotten you exist, expecting you to stand around and look pretty.

Muttering, "I'm getting snacks," you don’t wait for a response. He’s so lost in whatever’s happening that you doubt he even heard you.

Turning on your heel, you head to the kitchen, the noise from his "experience" still filling the room.

You try to shake off the frustration, reminding yourself Luca’s charming, funny, and thoughtful when he wants to be. He’s well-educated and has qualities you admire.

With a sigh, you focus on making a hot chocolate to distract yourself. As you pour the milk and melt the chocolate, you drag it out, adding whipped cream, marshmallows, and a sprinkle of cocoa, anything to delay going back to that room.

“Just a little bit of–”

BAM

You jump, almost dropping the bowl as you spin around in shock. “What the–”

The door swings open, revealing Luca, looking disheveled. His hair is a mess, likely from running his hand through it repeatedly. He clutches his head with a groan, squinting as his eyes meet yours.

You frown, your concern growing. "What was that, Luca?"

He groans and walks into the kitchen, not answering as he lays his head on your shoulder, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps.

"…Luca?" You ask, voice laced with worry, shift slightly, trying to see his face.

He doesn’t speak for a while, and you feel the weight of his head resting on you, hiding his expression.

“Where have you been?” He asks, his voice strained, almost painful.

You blink, confused by his question, then respond quietly, “... Um... The kitchen?”

It takes him a few seconds to process, before he asks again, his voice still sounding off. “... Why don’t you tell me?”

You let out a small sigh, frustration mixing with your concern. “I did.”

He doesn’t answer right away, only letting out a groan as if the effort of speaking is too much. Slowly, he wraps his arm around your middle, pulling you a little closer, his breath still heavy against your shoulder.

You stay still for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, but his silent presence speaks volumes.

You let out a soft sigh, the weight of his words settling over you. Gently, you wrap your arms around him, one hand resting on his back, the other threading through his messy hair.

"What–" You begin to ask.

“I’m sorry.” You’re cut off as he whispers

You widen your eyes in surprise. Well, that’s new. Luca, with his usual ego, never says those words so easily. The words, quiet and sincere, make your heart soften. You hold him a little tighter, letting the silence hang between you, wondering what’s really going on inside his head.

"... For what?" you ask, your voice soft with curiosity.

He sighs, his tone almost defeated, "… I don’t know... whatever I did… My head hurt”

You shake your head, your fingers gently brushing through his hair as you sigh. "You're forgiven. But next time, don’t run like that. Your head’s already been through enough damage."

"Okay..." he whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath, as if he’s finally letting the tension go.

You smile softly, "Come on, let's bring this back to the room, shall we?"

He smiles back, his hand gently finding yours as you lead the way back.

It turns out, you're not just a decoration. You're the one who keeps him grounded, stopping him from losing himself just by your presence.

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bǎo bèi = treasure

Lún dào wǒ le = My turn