#identity v x reader platonic

[strawberry-writings]

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☆*♡¡~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑~¡♡*☆

♡ Vera nair paired with a child!you ♡

~fluff, platonic...

{♡} Today the survivor's would be meeting a new survivor, there isn't much information on the certain survivor but all they know is that they're quite young. But that wouldn't stop Vera's morning routine.

She made sure to brush her teeth with toothpaste and a toothbrush, take a morning bath, and prepare herself for the day. She was assigned a match today so she would unfortunately have to go to battle.

She went with her signature red lipstick and black mascara, the beauty mark on her face isn't exactly too prominent so she used eyeliner to highlight it. Vera wore her basic clothing which was purple at the most, it was her favorite color.

Vera stepped out of her room and went to eat breakfast she normally ate a crossiant, and that's what she did. She simply ate a crossiant and drank some tea, but she would have to eat a lot more for dinner as she would need that energy. During matches you basically have to run from cipher to cipher, run while kiting the hunter, and run to rescue the others.

She would have to eat more to stay energized, the match was scheduled at 10:50am daytime but everyone heard Ms. Dyer speak to someone. They speculated that it was the new survivor and a certain individual, Mike Morton was good at making friends so maybe he would become friends with the new survivor.

The doctor came into the room with a child.

"(name) you'll be staying here from now on, and make sure to always tell me when you need help or something else."

Emily smiled at the young child, a bunch of survivors sat at the dinner table in shock because what was another child doing at this terrible manor? The Little girl in the manor also known as Memory approached the other child, she smiled and introduced herself.

"Hi! My name's Memory what's your name?"

(name) answered.

"My name is (name) it's nice to meet you Memory.."

The blonde little girl grabbed her hand and approached each survivor in the dinner room one by one. She eventually approached Vera, and pointed at her while saying

"This is The perfumer Vera nair and she's a container! She has also amazing taste in fashion!"

Vera looked down at the two children standing infront of her she decided to wave at (name) and Memory. (name) gave Vera a polite smile, but Vera was pondering about something else so she didn't notice.

A few hour's passed and Vera carefully walked to the matching room and to her surprise she saw the new survivor with The postman and The mechanic wearing her candy girl costume. The hunter was the Bloody queen also known as Mary.

Poor (name) looked quite anxious and scared for her first match, Vera swore deep down to protect her as she didn't want her to get injured by the hunter. She planned to take the first kite.

As everything went black Vera saw a familiar map called Leo's memory but it was rather more of a dawn outside, Vera ran carefully to the factory and began decoding. She saw (name) struggling with decoding so she decided to help, and she began decoding with (name).

(name) unfortunately got too frustrated and started crying a bit. Vera got down to her height and started comforting her, she tried her best to cheer (name) up.

After comforting the child they gave The perfumer a smile full of joy, but both their heartbeats increased which was a sign that the hunter was nearby. The Bloody queen entered the factory and gave them a smile, Tracy followed after Mary and seemed to be having a good time.

Vera immediately knew that the hunter was friendly and carefully took (name) to Mary and explained that she was being friendly. The Bloody queen showed her abilites and summoned her aqua mirror, everyone could see Mary's reflection and it soon disappeared.

They all went outside together and started having a snowball battle, Vera let (name) win and Tracy got hit by Mary's snowball. It was only (name) and Mary left.

"Oh nooooo! I'm doomed!"

Mary said faking a dramatic voice before feeling a cold sensation on her face. (name) had won the snowball battle and she gave everyone a smile full of joy and happiness, it was the smile Vera had while she was still with her dead sister.

Vera's real name isn't Vera its actually Chloé Nair, she murdered her sister because she supposedly plagiarized her work in perfumery, but that wasn't her twin sister's real intentions. Chloé still feels the immense amount of guilt till this day.

The match ended as The Bloody queen surrendered, and while going back to the manor The postman wasn't seen during the match. He was considered introverted and quiet and liked to communicate with animals.

Tracy, Vera, and (name) laughed and smiled on their way back from the match, it was truly a moment of Joy.

♡~

[acosmicblizzard]

Hello there! Such a cute blog the colours and aesthetic reminds me of cheesecake and sweet pastries ❤️❤️❤️

May I request something with idv? Can I request a headcanon about a baker female survivor, who loves to bake for both the survivors and even the hunters. She even goes to the hunters side to give them their favourite pastries. She’s not a talker but she likes to show how she’s feeling through actions. She’s very motherly to both the survivors and hunters and even during matches she leaves muffins behind her whenever the hunter is chasing her (a sneaky way of distracting the hunter while the others decode and she gets away) also her pastries serve as an energy boost and healing to the survivors during matches.

Hello! Thank you so much for the request! It took me awhile due to dealing with some writers block but I'm finally feeling well enough to write!

Various survivors & hunters with a Female Baker Survivor Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of food

Story type: Fluff, Au, can be considered platonic or romantic depending on the characters being interacted with.

Pairings/Characters: Various

The manor getting new survivors is nothing new, so when another red wax sealed letter was sent out people on both sides were expecting either a new ally, or simply another prey. Once you arrived some rushed to greet you, some stayed to the side and watched, some never interacted with at all, some were weary, there were a lot of different reactions due to the many different personalities of the residents of the manor.

Whenever the first few matches started, it took awhile for some survivors to get use to you handing out treats. Confused as to why you baked treats for a murder game only to come to realize that firstly, they tasted good, and the benefits they gave. It took some survivors like Naib, Aesop, Kreacher, and some others a longer time to actually take the treats though given their personalities and various other issues. Eventually though, they'll all get use to your helping and kind presence in matches.

When this kindness started extending to the hunters, many of them were suspicious. However some of them like robbie accepted the treats with glee, which gradually had some of the hunters start warming up to you. Even if your treats can be a bit annoying if you give them to another survivor mid kite or how distracting they can get when left on the ground while they're chasing you, it's hard to deny that you're handing them out of the kindness of your heart and generally just want the best for others.

Overtime, the younger end of survivors and hunters especially the ones who are children, teenagers, or just barely young adults often stay by your side. Finding your presence very comfy and welcoming among all the different people in the manor. Not only can you make some hella good treats, you're also a very comforting and caring person that they can go to for comfort.

Time will continue to go on in these endless games, but your kindness and sweet treats will remain a staple bright light amidst all the chaos and fighting.

[hornsent-consort]

Found family Antonio x teen!reader

Warnings: father/child dynamic, GN!reader, OOC maybe, no beta reader (do I need to say this every post?(yes(we die like men))), non canon compliant, ts follows the IDV fanfic writer lore where everyone lives happily in the manor, Antonio is a good parent, implied luchinini, and implied Antonio x devil? Maybe?

I love to gamble -Antonio probably

🎻 Antonio would be an amazing father figure, but I do think that he would see you more of his friend rather than his kid that he needs to be 100% strict with all the time. My best comparison is the dad that you sometimes forget is your dad because yall just have so much fun together.

🎻 ��do as I say, not as I do” is a phrase this man uses often. He doesn’t want you to fall down the same dark paths that he once went through, so just trust him on this one.

🎻if you’re a survivor, he will most likely not go friendly for you unless he wanted to go friendly for everyone else. He’s very much the type of guy to never let you win, so if you do win against him, you know you truly deserve it.

🎻he was a very very good cook. Keyword: Was. He doesn’t cook much now, since he knows it won’t end well, but if you want, he can make a good sandwich! Nothing else though, because it will genuinely be revolting

🎻think Xie Lian food

🎻he would be very happy if you came to him with any relationship troubles. These do not need to be romantic, they can purely be platonic, but he still wants to hear about it. He’s has his fair share of relationships good and bad, so I do think he would have lots of great wisdom

🎻wine mom

🎻he’s not overprotective nor does he get upset if you get slightly hurt in a match. If you just have a sprain and it’s not serious, he’ll probably laugh at you, but if you were genuinely hurt… he’d still laugh at you while he’s nursing you back to health.

🎻a lot of music will be played. He needs you to give him your true honest opinion on what his music sounds. He doesn’t appreciate your jokes when you say it’s bad, and he swears he will do the same to you.

🎻you will be spending a lot of time around Luchino. They are great friends, and Luchino is a lot like an uncle… or second dad… third dad?

🎻your three dads: Antonio, Luchino, and the Devil

[yourlocalrandominqms]

You introduce Melly to winnie the Pooh (your pet bear)

Melly and you met while she was observing the bees 🐝🐝🐝 pollinating flowers... 🌺🐝💨 Girl was SPOOKED 😰 when you came out of the bushes 🌵 Holding up honey 🍯 Girl definitely rose a brow at your sudden appearance (It's true, I was Melly's veil) 🤨 You notice her STARING 🤔 which made you feel... Weird cuz, uhm... You weren't supposed to look like a hobo 😃 coming out of nowhere with sticks and leaves in your hair, acting like you were bear grylls, minus the fact that you looked ✨QUESTIONABLE✨ Coming out nowhere, looking all sneaky 👻 like that...

You awkwardly asked for directions to the forest's exit, while trying not to look EMBARAZZED 😔 for thinking you were the only one in the forest... 🌲🌲🌲 Girl,,, Luckily, miss gurl was willing to LOOK past that and gave you directions just like you asked. Ah, Melly you are an angel 😇 You thanked her and handed her some interesting 🤔🤔🤔 set of insects... You revealed to her about your secret career of being a bug catcher 🦟 You refused to elaborate and left. Now, you DEFINETELY caught Melly's EYE 👁

The next time you two meet, the QUEEN was at your POOKS territory... 🐻🏡 The way you immediately DASHED over to her 🏃‍♀️💨 like you was Sonic ⚡ Warning her about entering bear territory. Needless to say... You and Melly became a reoccurring visitor in the forest after that... With you touring her around spots where you show her different types of insects, and her being MYSTERIOUS but like, also sharing a thing or two about her being an Entomologist. You two were now practically BESTIES! 🤝 except for the fact she wasn't saying stuff about herself much 🤐🤐🤐

Since you both have reached to that point, you decided to finally introduce her to your Pookie bear, an actual bear 🐻 Girlie was not convinced that the bear was tame... 💔 But you managed to prove her wrong that she ended up sharing her ability to make bees obey her as well... Making you impulsively ask if the bees can be like pixie dust 🧚‍♀️ Girl did not get the reference. And she was not impressed AT ALL 😐 But you decided to explain and she ended up following your idea, making the iconic "She was a fairy 🧚‍♀️" moment...

The day ended with bear, bees, you, and Melly walking around, as if ya'll were going to have a pokemon battle with one another due to the fact they were following you guys around... 🐾🐾🐾 She mentions about receiving letter from an unknown manor, asking you if you knew anything about the manor. You mentioned receiving a similar letter as well. But decided on not going. You learned she decided to go weeks later after not seeing her in the forest for awhile. You didn't want to go to the manor, having multitude of reasons why not to; You didn't explain or elaborate to her about the ongoing rumors and the experience of a friend who once went in the manor. An: First post! But like, I ended up writing an Half crack half serious type of post lmao but look forward to the next installment! (Either a new part or a different one because the 🧠 is not braining rn...) TOODLES! 🥰

[ithaqualovers]

Beneath The Heart of The Cold Winter.

(TW: Slight gore, blood, mentions of torturing)

(HEY Y'ALL THIS IS MY FIRST POST, PLEASE TELL ME IF THERES A MISTAKES ((since uhh... English isn't my native language huh-uh)) sorry for the caps!) Part 2 is here!

Walking through the cold, wicked woods, the cold wind shivers against your entire body. As you go further, you support yourself with your arms and the cloak wrapped around your body to keep you warm, and until then, you hear a whistle nearby. A creature appears in the wintery foggy forest night, then the hunter sees you, grips the ice axe tightly, and comes closer to you “…What do you seek here…?” The creature asks. Then something got your heart pounding when you saw glowing blue iris eyes looking at you. “I seek through these woods…” you said, looking away from the tall creature standing before you, wearing a blue cloak with look-alike bat ears and a featureless mask. The tall figure slowly reaches to get a better look at you. The towering figure’s long and sharp ice axe remains close to its side. “Who are you…?” The creature’s blue irises eyes stared at you carefully, and the beast gripped the ice axe tightly. “I would say you shall turn back unless you want to end up like the other fools. No one has ever left this place alive, only to die miserably to the cold, the blood, and my hand.”

The creature’s cold, deadened expression, and unblinking eyes made a shiver go down your spine “…Why are you looking through this place…?” The hunter said coldly. The freezing air cut through your flesh. Even the wintery clothing couldn't hold the biting wind. The tall figure took a few steps closer, the ice axe rattling as the creature gripped it tighter. The ice axe almost made a chilling sound, like a scream of fear, when the wind cut and whistled through the open night. The creature was nearly mere inches near you, and now you could feel his cold breath blowing against you. You muttered softly and looked down at the ground, slightly nervous because of this tall figure. You became silent momentarily and then looked up at him with narrow eyes. Your eyes were like e/c and in fear. The hunter’s eyes judged you as if you looked so naïve, yet you were. “I was… I was searching for shelter…” you said. You felt the cold breeze in your body, making yourself shudder. 

“…Shelter? My advice is to run, or I must be forced to kill you… The shelter you seek… it will never be found again. Not in your lifetime… Not in the afterlife… Do you still seek that shelter?” The tall figure's eyes narrowed, and gripping the ice axe in their hand, ready to strike. “Make your choice…” The creature took a few steps back and stared at you while you inspected the hunter’s cold, icy, pale blue eyes gleaming in this night like a piercing light from the darkness of hell. You felt you could see your own reflection in it, a pale review of fear and sorrow, just like your fate.

You look at the hunter with fear in your eyes, and you try not to cost any trouble while you stare into its blue irises, and its cold stare makes you tremble in fear. “… Yes, I am shivering to death in this place… And I am quite lost…” you said nervously to the creature. Oh, how brave you are, able to confront the hunter. “…You are lost…?” The tall figure said slowly. The cold, expressionless demeanor gradually changed, with a glimpse of hesitation and compassion appearing in the creature’s eyes. The creature’s icy breath blew against your neck, the cold wind cutting through your flesh, making you shake. The tall figure took off his cloak and held it in his hand. He slowly held off the fur mantle for you “…Take it.” Seeing the creature's appearance is just a young man wearing weird clothes. The hunter looks at you, and his eyes soften, and he seems to lower his ice axe. He sighs. “Do you wish for shelter…?” he asks, trying to put away this hostile persona for now.

“Yes… please.” You nodded, wrapping his cloak around your body to warm yourself. As you looked down, the young man wore a sleeveless, quilted navy vest, a dull purplish-blue tunic with long sleeves, matching trousers with haphazard gray stitching, and animal-hide snow boots. As stilts, curved metal blades are bound to his legs with white linen bandages. In addition to the leather belt around his throat, another runs down his chest and around his waist. “…. Thank you, however… you'll catch a cold,” you mumbled worriedly. “… It will not bother me. I am used to it,” he said softly, looking towards the endless, foggy forest, his eyes shining like two pale, piercing gems. There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other in the cold, fog-filled night. “…What is your name…?” The young man asked bluntly but now sounding gentler, and he also took off his featureless mask, revealing a bit of his pale face. He had long, white hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes. You couldn't see any expression on his face except for a sense of sadness.

When the young man took off his featureless mask revealing his face to you, you were shocked by how good-looking he was. However, you notice that he had a cold personality. Then when he took off his mask, it clearly showed his stunning looks. “… I am… Y/n…” you said your name to him, with a slight faint blush on your cheeks as if you were starting to like him even though he was still a stranger. The young man’s cold, deadened expression changed again, as you could now see him showing more emotions after he removed his mask. He had a calm smile on his face. His eyes gleamed like an icy clear blue in the sky. His white hair flowed in the wind, and his cold breath blew against your face. He smiled like an angel, but his piercing, icy eyes were a bit unsettling. It was still hard to believe you were talking to such a cold, reserved, serious man. You had never seen anyone like Ithaqua. “Call me Ithaqua..” The young man said.

Y/n smiled gently, finally knowing the young male's name. You look at him with your pretty smile. Your e/c eyes were like gleaming beautifully through his pale sapphire eyes. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ithaqua.” you tilted your head a little, staring into his eyes. Your fear of him was gone as if it disappeared when he revealed his identity. “The pleasure is all mine, Y/n.” Ithaqua’s calm voice sounded a bit like a melodic song. It was a soothing sound that made one feel relaxed. You felt your worries fading as you stared into his cold, sharp eyes. You felt a bit warmer as you wrapped his cloak around you, but the cold wind still cut through your flesh. You still felt your breath freezing in your lungs, your blood freezing, and your mind shaking because of the icy cold of this dreadful night. “Where did you come from?” He asked. You shivered slightly as you still felt the cold wind brushing your skin, then you wrapped yourself tightly with the cloak he gave you. The cold breeze of the wind has gotten more robust, “… S-somewhere far away… F-from where I lived…” you stuttered, shivering from the cold.

The male’s pale, icy eyes had a strange, sharp, piercing look in the dark, foggy wintery forest. His expression remained calm, his cold, icy breath blowing against your hair. You could see the tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, like the tears of the sad night sky, as you heard the deafening wind whistle in your ears. You felt like you were standing in the center of the earth's cold heart, the heart of this winter night. You looked him in the eyes, seeing his sharp blue orbs staring at you, piercing your soul. “What are you…. running away from…?” he asked once again as the wind blew harsher. “I n-need… s-shelter… Please…” You replied weakly and didn’t answer what he was asking, trying not to shut your eyes because you were getting weak from the cold and could not handle it. Ithaqua stared at you with his icy blue eyes, his cold breath sweeping over your face. The wind's howling was getting louder, and the snowflakes fell faster. It was clear that a terrible blizzard was coming and that the temperature would drop rapidly in the coming hours. You needed shelter or would surely die in the appalling cold on this awful night. He held out his hand, inviting you to hold it, his calm, melodic voice sounding in her ears as he spoke, “…Come with me.” You have tightly to his hand, but your body begins to feel weak; your eyes close as you faint, falling into his arms. Your heartbeat was still pounding but rapidly. As Ithaqua catches you, he begins to carry you in his slim arms. Bringing you somewhere near to keep you safe.

He gently picked you up with his long slim arms, his white hair flowing, shining in the moon's dim light. The snow on the ground, the snowflakes falling from the sky, the howling of the wind, the cold, freezing breeze cutting through your flesh. It all vanished for a moment. You felt as if you were being carried in the arms of an angel, far away from this terrible world. You open your eyes slightly and slowly look up at Ithaqua, and you know that he is carrying you; you then give him a small smile. “Have we nearly arrived…?” you asked gently in a low tone before placing your head on his chest. When you placed her head on his chest, the snow on your hair started to melt. Ithaqua walked in the snowy woods, with only the cold, wintery moonlight guiding him in the dark, foggy night. The cold wind was howling and screeching against the trees, the snowflakes falling from the sky like beautiful gems. He carried you in his arms in this terrible cold of this night. Even the temperature in the air was getting colder, dropping rapidly. The temperature dropped to negative forty celsius tonight. It was almost unbearable. But you were so peaceful, calm, and safe. Your breath was stable, and you became unconscious in his arms, yet you were still alive. You needed rest after your long journey from your town to the Far North on Plateau Leng. Your body is still weak, and you cannot move one inch.

Ithaqua carefully carried you into his campsite, a campfire in the middle of his tent. There were no sounds, only the howling wind cutting through the wood trees like a screeching and howling wolf. The wind was howling, the temperature was dropping, close to the negative fifty-five degrees Celsius of this blizzardy night, and the snowflakes were falling faster, like the tears of a broken-hearted winter sky. On this terrible night, it was almost impossible to survive without proper protection. After a long, tiring walk, carrying you in his arms, he reached his tent and went inside. The warmth of the tent hit them, and the warmth instantly filled their chest. After Ithaqua laid you down against the blanket from a grizzly bear’s fur, you could feel more heat as your clothes and skin were no longer freezing. “Rest well, Y/n.”

After a few hours passed by, you finally woke up from your slumber. You did not even know where you were, but a light of sunlight shone through you in the slit of the tent's door. “Where am I...?” you questioned yourself as you looked around, but you saw a lantern near you, and then you noticed that the lantern was from Ithaqua, which was attached to his ice axe. You assumed he took it off for you to have a light inside to ensure you were warm. Ithaqua was sitting in front of a campfire with his ice axe as he cooked some warm meat from his kill on the previous hunt in the snowy woods. The smell of raw blood also attracted you as his ice axe dripped with fresh blood. The smell of blood made your mouth water, and you felt hungry. So hungry, you were so skinny and so malnourished. You go out and see what Ithaqua is doing. When you walked toward the tent's exit, you saw the elk's body lying in front of the tent, and Ithaqua's ice axe, dripping with its fresh, red, warm blood. A raw hare is in the process of cooking; something more interesting: is a dead elk. How did he succeed in killing an elk and eating it? “You killed an elk...” you were amused, but when you saw the blood of the dead excited you. This was enough to make your mouth water, as you are extremely hungry, tired, and weak due to being lost in the forest for the night. Your hunger was so great that you could feel that it was almost eating you from the inside. You had never felt such an extreme urge in your life. It was unbearable for you, as you could practically taste the blood like you used to in your past. You were pretty nervous, and though you were hungry, you hadn't eaten for a day from traveling so far to here. 

You came to Ithaqua and sat beside him, watching how he cooked the hare and slaughtered the elk “... Do you live alone?” you ask Ithaqua while watching him remove the organs of the elk, a bloody crimson that spreads momentum on the snow-covered ground. Ithaqua glanced over at you with his blue irises. Ithaqua was calmly cutting off pieces of meat from the elk's body when he noticed your presence beside him. He slowly turned his cold, pale eyes toward you while holding the bloody flesh from the elk's body. Some of the bloody crimson mess made it to his face, which did not affect him. After taking out all the internal organs of the elk, he took the meat and started slowly and carefully cooking it. “Yes. I live... alone.”

You noticed his still cold expression toward you, and you furrowed your brows worriedly “I see..." you looked away and down at the snow-covered ground "Do you have a guardian...? A parent? Mother or a father?” you asked, looking at the white-haired young man while he cut the elk's body. Ithaqua paused, with the icy cold wind howling in the background, as he took a few seconds before answering. He could almost hear the frozen knives cutting through his flesh, as the wind started to get louder, and the temperature went below negative twenty-one. He then spoke again, in his cold voice, as the wintery morning kept getting longer in the deep abyss of this long and cold noon sky “That is none of your concern.” He said with a cold, expressionless tone. 

“Oh, really? Is that so?” Y/n pouts. 

“...” Ithaqua looks away then you came closer to him. 

“Please tell me your story, I want to know you more!” You begged and gave him with those puppy eyes of yours. 

“No.” Ithaqua hissed. 

“Pretty please? Let me hear your story.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. 

“... I will tell you, my story. You are too irritating and would not stop.” Ithaqua sighed “Now. Get off me.” he scolded. 

You became silent as you listened to his story, “A kind woman raised me, my mother. She brought me into the light of the years before. I was warmed beneath her love... But only if she had recently told me about those demons who search and torture "witches", I should have saved her from them and left our home. Still, she did not.” Ithaqua muttered and looked away from your gaze, who was listening to his backstory in disbelief. Ithaqua noticed that “... It was too late. On that day... Those intruders broke into our home, burned the house, and took my mother away from me... And that hideous devil man, I will never forget for what he has done. Once, I followed them and saw him with my mother, torturing her like an animal. I saw it with my own eyes, so I took revenge and stabbed him in the back.” 

The moment you heard that story, you shivered in shock. You understood what Ithaqua was talking about because of the terrible actions that those foolish people had done to him. It was like a knife that went straight into your heart, to your cold, icy heart. No wonder Ithaqua is so cold and so emotionless. He is still in pain and wants to take it and turn it into revenge. For the first time in a long time, a frown appeared on Ithaqua’s ordinarily cold, sharp face as the wind became louder and the snow fell more rapidly from the sky. It was still morning, and the blizzard was starting to rage once again. It was starting to get cold, but he could not forget the smile on the man’s ugly face that looked like his. The smile of a demon. It disgusts him. You had heard his story and felt so sorry for his fate. Ithaqua stayed silent for a moment. He was reflecting on his past, which was a sad and terrible past full of tragedy. He could see the suffering and the pain he went through as he told the story. That was a past that he would instead not remember and rather forget it. The memories, the pain, the fear, the despair, and the one that looks identical to him kidnapped his mother, which was all too terrible for him. His past seemed filled with evil deeds that he would never forget. “But in exchange… my mother’s humanity had lost… I had no other choice, and I could not help her with it… I cannot forget this past. It is a part of me.” Ithaqua said. 

“The man you said who looks identically as you, where he your brother…? … The man who kidnapped your mother…?” you asked. “… Hearing that word left a revolting taste in your mouth, Y/n.” Ithaqua’s eyes became wet with tears as he reflected on his past. He thought about the past and his mother, and he had a feeling of sadness that made him shed tears for a long time. “He wasn't identical to me inside… he was a monster, a fool.” The memory was still painful for him. “I killed him. After everything was over, my only mission left in this world… was to kill him to save my mother. I succeeded in murdering him. But the price of the after-end... My mother did not make it. The evil deeds that the devil had done were too evil, even for the world itself. Now his heart burns in the depths of hell for the rest of eternity. He will be tormented there. And I… will not be… with him... nor the Norwells.” he sighed while his hand tightened around his ice axe. “He, and the men of his party, tortured my mother for being a witch because they found her to be a threat. I killed them all. I slaughtered them, and he, who tortured my mother before my eyes, was not spared. I avenged my mother's death, and I avenged my own heart at the cost of losing myself…” You could see on his face a sad frown. He stared down at the ground when he said his last words. “I am sorry about your mother… the man was fierce, but I am glad he has gone… I get it… Do you constantly remind yourself of that man whenever you see him on your face because you do not want to look so similar to him? And because of that, you always wear a mask…?” you raised a question once again. What naïve you are. Ithaqua stared at his ice axe, feeling guilty. He sighed as he looked up at your e/c eyes “…Yes. I do. In the mirror, I always see his ugly face. So, to forget everything and the things he did to my mother. I wear a mask. I hide myself because I refuse to be my worst enemy.” He was silent for a moment. His blue irises eyes were still sad, but this was a pain he had to carry on his shoulders, from this world where suffering and tragedies took an essential part of his life “I cannot stand seeing his face. I cannot stand him after the terrible deeds he did to my mother. His face reminds me of death. Of the terrible days in the past of the suffering I went through when I saw my own mother tortured, before my own eyes, it wasn't amusing. The screams of agony from my poor, innocent mother… my mother's final plea to give her death… that made me who I am today.” He paused for a moment. This was why he always wore a mask to look nothing like his identical twin, the fool. He tightened his grip around his ice axe. You could sense the pain and the anger in his heart, not only for that terrible man but for himself as well. “I hate looking in the mirror… I hate looking… at …him. I cannot change the way I look… and I would not… but I can at least hide my features with a mask. That does not mean that I still won't feel any different. I just… can't bear to witness the image of my own face when I look so much like him.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder and spoke, “… You have suffered too much, as I do. I understand your pain... We all have it, too.” you smiled and hugged him. Ithaqua was slightly surprised at your embrace, but his lips curled into a gentle, sad smile when you embraced him.  

“... Thank you, Y/n...”

[mariewriting]

GN reader

Warnings:Mild possessiveness, observation.

Notes;None

Yandere platonic! Galatea, Grace, Yidhra, Mary and Michiko with a child! reader who is afraid of them.

Galatea Claude

Sisterly affection.

Galatea simply doesn't care if you are afraid of her, she tries to get closer to you. Only because she saw in you a tenderness, a sister's tenderness.

Even if she doesn't care much for the fact that you are afraid of her, she still finds herself a little bit, will try to make you lose your fear. Whether it is by giving little handmade gifts or just showing a little affection.

She does all this. Because remembering the affection she didn't have in her childhood, and looking at you, a child, makes her want to hold you and care for you like a sister does.

She will make you lose your fear.

She just wants to hold you and never let go. Like a sister.

Grace

Sisterly affection.

Grace is very disappointed to find out that you are afraid of her.

Grace can't think of any reason why you should be afraid of her. But she will accept it.

She won't be on top of you all the time, but she will make sure that you are okay. Even if you don't like her presence very much.

Grace views you with a fondness, a platonic fondness. It was the first time Grace felt comfortable in the presence of a human, a human child.

Even if you are always afraid of her presence.

Grace also feels the desire to protect you, because of her troubled past, and is very afraid of you seeing humans, afraid that they will do the same thing they did to her.

Grace will protect you, like a sister.

Yidhra

Motherly affection.

I think Yidhra would be amused to see you afraid of her. She thinks it's funny about how desperate you are to see one of her followers following you. But Yidhra would feel a little, I say, a little guilty. But she has no regrets.

Even though Yidhra is sadistic with everyone, she takes it easy on you. She doesn't scare you so much, and if you get too scared, she just stops what she's doing.

Yidhra is incredibly affectionate to you, even though you have never actually seen her before.

She sends her followers to deliver things for you, be it strangely strange things that you have never seen or heard of. You didn't even know what it was, and you didn't care.

Yidhra would feel a great platonic affection for you, and I dare say it is a maternal affection. But she is very strange, so I can't decide if she has a maternal or platonic affection for you.

She really thinks you are a very interesting child.

You always feel someone watching you when you are sleeping.

Michiko

Motherly affection.

If Michiko realizes that you are afraid of her because of her Prajna form, Michiko will try to spend less time in Prajna form, and more time in beauty form. In the hope that you will lose your fear.

Michiko will try to show more affection, and spend more time with you.

Michiko feels an enormous maternal love blooming in her heart at the sight of you, because in her mind, you are her child. Even if you are not of blood.

If you start to lose your fear, Michiko would feel very victorious. And she will be smiling all day long. Even after losing a match.

She will treat you as her child, sometimes even asking you to call her Mom, and if you do, she would be smiling and proud for the rest of the day.

Michiko will protect you, no matter what.

Mary

Motherly affection.

Mary would feel a little offended when she realized that you are afraid of her.

However, Mary doesn't know why you were afraid of her, and wouldn't even try to pressure you to tell. Because she knew that it's not nice to be forced to talk or do anything.

Mary thinks you are an adorable child, who feels like taking you out of that game

Mary would try to show more affection. Either with words or with gestures. She also wouldn't be the type to be too clingy like Michiko, but she's not that distant either.

She keeps wondering what such a young child is doing in such a horrible game.

Mary would feel a great deal of maternal affection toward you, which is no surprise to anyone. When Mary gets a chance, she gives you a long hug, which lasts about three minutes. And you come out of it much calmer.

[dearest-painter]

helloo! might i request IDV tuberrose (jack) and Steam Teen/Eagles dance (naib) with a reader who does drag racing? yandere ofc

Yes ofc! I went with Gn and headcannons! Not sure if you wanted them together so I’ll do together/mixed! Please do not fear to correct me with anything also idk if I made it to where you can interpreted it both romantic or platonic but yeah!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior,abusive behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,Threatening,attacking/fighting,Y/N has They/Them pronouns,Can be seen as platonic or romantic,haven’tplayed idv in a while and forgot these assholes personality so imma go based off of looks lol,probably OOC,modern day AU,everyone is human and also the game/mansion doesn’t happen,I do not condone anything and make this for entertainment,please tell me if I missed anything,

•Naib was the first person you met as you had helped a few of his gears as they were like some of your cars gears.

• “Thank you…” “No problem! I’m Y/N a drag racer” “that sounds pretty cool…Naib is my name” “ooo~”

•After that day he followed you everywhere and honestly he watched you fixed your car out of fear

•He never felt this way even with other people which made him believe that you were for him but he couldn’t tell if it was romantic or platonic

•He wanted to keep you safe and went to all your races just so he knew you were safe

•He got nervous when he saw that you and others were basically side crashing into each other,flipping everyone’s cars over,attacking each other some how,throwing stuff at each other,and lastly the police

•The police is what scared him the most as he knew drag racing was illegal and could get you in trouble but seeing you somehow get away from the cops,it made him fear for you.

•Now Jack he’s a bit different as he is literally name a flower and has literally nothing to do with drag racing but you have a life outside of that

•He saw you at a flower shop and your outfit intrigued him so he approached you wanting to know more of you

• “Hello,I’m Jack. May I ask what flowers you want to buy and perhaps I can have your name?” “I’m Y/N and I wanna buy F/F(favorite flower) if that’s available here”

•He loved learning about you and mostly cared about you by wishing to learn about you

•He hated seeing Naib around you 24/7. It made him annoyed

•He went to your races as he was fascinated until he saw how dangerous it was,he hated it completely!

•He hated you drag racing but you never listened you just went on and opened the door just so your hand can run along the street as you went at a fast speed

•They fought and fought whenever you weren’t around. They didn’t think the other was a good impression

•They both considering sabotaging your drag car but they knew you would die if that happened and they weren’t risking it at all

•They just fight for your attention no matter what. Either it be with each other or anyone else.

[softsturn]

the beach - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: matt is caught jerking off to his best friend (inspired by @heartstreet !! full creds to them for this idea)

⩩ warnings: masturbation, handjob, p-in-v, half assed writing at the end.

⩩ a/n: sorry i haven’t posted much, its been so hard to think of ideas. i wanted to make a part two of what i last posted but i literally don’t know how to continue it😭 thank you for all the likes and follows!! pls leave me requests :)

Describing the bond between you and Matt exceeds the simplicity a mere friendship. Growing up, you lived only a few houses away from his, you shared the same schools, and practically every experience was a joint venture. It wasn't just common knowledge; it was an undeniable truth that wherever you went, a blue-eyed boy with brown hair was sure to follow, mirroring your every step like a lost puppy. The invisible tie binding you two seemed unbreakable, preventing you from straying far apart.

Now, at Cape Cod, a destination woven into the fabric of your cherished summer memories, you eagerly await Matt and his family’s arrival. Setting up foldable chairs and towels on the sandy shores, you can hardly contain your anticipation, eager to continue the tradition of shared moments under the sun.

As if on cue, his family strolled towards the beach, carrying an assortment of towels, bags, chairs, and a cooler. Your face lit up with a vibrant smile upon spotting the three identical boys approaching with palpable excitement. They placed their belongings on the sand, and you greeted them eagerly.

Matt's eyes widened noticeably, practically popping out of his sockets as he unabashedly drank in the sight of you. While you maintained your usual level of beauty, his gaze lingered on your figure. Stepping out of your comfort zone, you had chosen a two-piece bikini opposed to a one piece like you normally wore, showcasing newfound confidence in your evolving body. The swimsuit hugged you in all the right places, baring your torso and clinging snugly to your curves. Matt found himself caught in a momentary, lustful gaze, slightly zoning out as Nick and Chris enthusiastically hyped you up in the background.

"You look so good girl!" exclaimed Nick, with Chris joining in laughter, while you, feeling a bit shy, crossed your arms over your stomach.

Coming back to reality from his fleeting thoughts, Matt nodded and offered you a small, genuine smile. "You look..." he hesitated, carefully choosing his words to avoid any discomfort for you. "Pretty," he mumbled sheepishly, prompting a soft blush to grace your face. Matt's compliments held a unique significance, seeming to carry more weight than others, his opinion reigning supreme in your mind.

"Thank you," you replied with a shy giggle, while Nick and Chris exchanged amused glances, furrowing their brows at the subtle dynamics unfolding between the two of you. The unspoken connection, the palpable undercurrent of something more than friendship, was evident to everyone around. Jokes from your parents about an impending marriage and teasing from Matt's brothers were constant reminders of the unspoken truth – you and Matt shared a love that transcended platonic feelings, even if the explicit words hadn't been uttered.

After a few hours under the warm sun, the faint emergence of sunburn and light freckles adorned your face, telling tales of days spent soaking up the heat. Meanwhile, Matt wrestled with his thoughts, a delicate balance between loyalty to your friendship and the desire that threatened to breach inappropriate territories. He harbored a profound fear of jeopardizing the trust you shared or causing any discomfort, acutely aware that losing you was a risk he couldn't fathom.

As you stood, engrossed in gathering your belongings and bending over slightly, Matt couldn't suppress the way his gaze involuntarily traced the curves of your figure, particularly fixating on your ass. His mind danced with forbidden scenarios, imagining actions he both longed for and felt conflicted about. Sensing a warmth spreading through him, he nervously looked away, trying to prevent any telltale signs of his internal struggle.

You straightened up, holding your possessions with a toothy grin, completely oblivious to the subtle turmoil in Matt's mind. "I'll see you back at the house," you said softly. Matt offered a slight nod and joined his brothers in packing up their belongings. As you made your way to your car, your parents loading up the trunk, you settled into the back seat, succumbing slowly to sleep, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you.

Waking up with a groan, you found your parents' car parked by the side of the road in front of the triplets' house, just a few doors down from your own. The plan was to spend the night at their place, a routine that had become usual given your inclination to seek comfort in their home over your own. Extracting yourself from the car, you grabbed your overnight bag, bidding farewells to your parents as you watched them drive away.

Your bathing suit clung persistently to your body, your hair still damp, and the weariness in your limbs yearning for the promise of relaxation. Shuffling into Matt's home without bothering to knock, the unspoken familiarity of years spent together allowed you the privilege of simply letting yourself in. Passing through the kitchen, Matt's parents greeted you with warm smiles as you entered the living room.

There, Matt, Nick, and Chris were sprawled on the couch, engrossed in a movie that you were sure they had seen at least a thousand times. When Matt's eyes met yours, a soft expression played on his face, evident in the effort to maintain eye contact with your face rather than letting his gaze wander.

"Hey," he murmured, and you returned the greeting with a gentle smile, playfully ruffling his hair as you stood over him. "Hey, I'm gonna go shower. I'll join you guys if you're still out here when I'm done." With that, you ventured down the hall, heading toward the guest bedroom.

In the midst of a hot shower, as you washed away the residue of salty water and sand, Matt and his brothers grew disinterested in the movie, dispersing to their separate bedrooms. Collapsing onto his bed with a weary sigh, exhaustion permeated Matt's body. Turning to his phone, he absentmindedly scrolled through various social media apps. Refreshing his Instagram feed, he stumbled upon a recent post you had shared before stepping into the shower.

The post featured a series of photos taken by Nick during your beach outing. One image captured you from the side, accentuating your ass and curves, while another showcased the contours of your cleavage and perky boobs from the front. Although the intention behind the pictures was innocent, Matt's mind became inundated with impure thoughts. Consumed by a sense of guilt, he recognized the inappropriateness of his desires, grappling with conflicting emotions. You were his best friend, and he was acutely aware that such lascivious thoughts were unwarranted. It was more than mere lust; he harbored genuine love for you and a desire to be a person deserving of your affection.

As Matt stared at his screen, a warmth enveloped his body, and he found himself unable to suppress the physical reaction, a boner forming in his pants. He felt conflicted, but it wasn’t like you knew what he was thinking, or doing. Succumbing to the intensity of his desire, he pulled his pants down enough to free himself, his cock springing out of his boxers. He took his cock into his right hand, phone in his left hand, and he began to stroke himself, allowing his imagination to run wild with scenarios that had occupied his dreams. The room echoed with subtle grunts and whimpers as he finally started to release the pent-up feelings that had plagued him throughout the day.

You emerged from the invigorating shower, enveloped in a towel, the sensation of cleanliness and renewal coursing through you. Exiting the bathroom, you ventured into the guest bedroom designated for your night's rest, shutting the door behind you. As you delved into your bag, extracting essentials like panties, shorts, and a tank top, the soft fabrics embraced you once you shed the towel. Nighttime rituals of hair brushing, skincare, and teeth cleaning completed, you settled into the guest bedroom, a sanctuary that had become almost like your own.

The tranquility was fleeting, interrupted by a shiver that prompted a quest for warmth. Rummaging through your bag, you discovered the absence of a hoodie – an oversight that led you down the hall to Matt's bedroom. Assuming he'd still be awake, you envisioned a simple request to borrow one of his hoodies. Little did you anticipate the unexpected scene awaiting you.

Without bothering to knock, a habit formed over years of friendship, you barged into Matt's room, focused on your hoodie mission. "I need to borrow a hoodie; it's freezing—" your words trailed off as your gaze absorbed the shocking sight. Matt, in his bed, his hand pumping up and down his cock, his phone displaying pictures of you. A gasp escaped him as your presence registered, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and guilt. "Y/N..." he uttered, his phone slipping from his hand onto the bed, his hand movements abruptly halted in the realization of the awkward situation.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry; I didn't think—I should've knocked. I'll just go get one from Nick," you mumbled nervously, ready to retreat. The air hung heavy with the unspoken tension, both of you grappling with the potential ramifications on your friendship. Before you could exit, Matt called to you, conflicted between wanting you to stay and the desire to erase this awkward moment.

"Don't go," he uttered, wincing at his own words, attempting to clarify that he wasn't making advances or asking for anything. You stood there, caught in a surreal tableau, uncertain about how to navigate this unexpected revelation. Blinking in an attempt to regain composure, you voiced a question laden with curiosity and awkwardness.

"Do you... do this often?" your brows furrowed, your gaze drifting toward his needy cock. Matt sighed, grappling with shame, attempting to rein in his emotions. "Jerk off? Or jerk off to you..." he replied, injecting a hint of humor to alleviate the palpable tension.

"Jerk off to me," you clarified, offering a sheepish smile, grateful for his attempt to inject some levity. Matt, in a vulnerable admission, stumbled through an explanation, striving to avoid sounding like a creep. The guilt weighed heavily on him, sensing that he had betrayed the sanctity of your friendship.

"This is the first time—I'm sorry. You just looked so pretty all day, and I couldn't... I don't know," he rambled, his remorse evident. Expecting you to recoil, Matt braced for the consequences of his impure thoughts. Yet, to his surprise, you stepped closer, the bed dipping as you sat on the edge near his legs. Your eyes danced everywhere but on his throbbing cock.

"It's okay; I'm not mad," you reassured, the tension easing with your understanding words. In that moment, you appreciated the side of Matt that could inject humor even into the most awkward situations, and despite the strangeness of the circumstance, a reassuring smile graced your lips.

"You're not?" he asked, confusion etching his face as his gaze reached the end of the bed where you were. The bewilderment stemmed from the expectation of your anger; he believed he deserved your fury. You shook your head, dispelling any doubts that lingered in his mind. "I'm not mad," you affirmed, inhaling deeply before contemplating the weight of your next words. The undeniable truth of their mutual feelings lay bare, an unignorable reality that both had been evading.

"Do you want me to help you?" you inquired, addressing the underlying tension. Matt hesitated, shaking his head in a refusal. Your offer, though tempting, made him reluctant, not wanting you to feel obliged, and questioning his own worthiness of such an intimate gesture. “Y/N… you don’t have to.”

Sighing, you crawled to sit on his knees, his cock twitching right before you, aching for release. It wasn't about obligation; it was about love. You wanted to be the one to bring him pleasure. "I know, I want to," you reassured, meeting his gaze as he deliberated. "Please," he whimpered, desperation evident on his face. Taking it as a signal, you palmed him, your hand trembling slightly as you sought confirmation in his eyes, ensuring every move was met with consent.

As you encountered nothing but longing in his gaze, your hand tentatively began to move, gliding up and down his length. The unspoken revelation that you were not very experienced was apparent to him, and a twinge of guilt crept in as he allowed you to pleasure him. Determined not to make this solely about his satisfaction, he seized the moment, grasping your wrist and redirecting your hand away from his arousal, prompting you to lean forward.

In an impulsive move, he pressed his lips forcefully against yours, his tongue seeking entry, savoring the taste of your chapstick. The kiss bore neither aggression nor softness; instead, it carried the weight of years filled with tension, prolonged gazes, and lingering touches, finally unfurling in this shared moment. Pulling back slightly, he noticed your lips chasing after his, seeking more contact with his lips.

"I want to make you feel good too," he murmured against your lips, his words flushing your face with heat, a wetness growing between your legs. The dynamics shifted, and now it was you yearning for him. His hands found your hips, drawing you closer until you straddled his waist, your clothed pussy pressing against his cock. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties, seeking consent as he looked up at you.

"Can I take these off, baby?" he asked, and in response, you nodded, lifting yourself to allow him to slide them down your legs before resuming the straddled position, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

You took a sharp breath, nerves tingling as you ventured into unfamiliar territory with Matt. As he ran a finger through your wet folds, he licked his lips, captivated by the sight of your pretty pussy. In that moment, Matt would have done anything and everything you asked, he was completely at your mercy. Firmly holding your hips, he allowed your wet cunt to hover over his cock. While his desires tempted him to force you down and make you take it, his deep care for you held him back, especially given the significance of this being your first time.

"Go slow, okay? It's going to hurt a little, but I'm right here," he said. Nodding, you began the descent, wincing as his tip slipped into your enterance. "Oh my god, Matt," you moaned, your words interrupted as Matt leaned up, pressing his lips to yours to stifle your sweet sounds, mindful of his brothers sleeping down the hall.

Gradually, you took more of him in, whimpering at the initial stinging sensation as his cock stretched your tight walls. Eventually, you lowered yourself completely onto him, pausing to adjust to the sensation of him buried deep inside you. "Such a good girl, taking me so well," he cooed.

“Feels so good,” you murmured, the words escaping on a breath as you began to move your hips against him, keeping a steady rhythm. He gripped your hips firmly, and you were sure there would be red marks left behind. His kisses trailed down your neck, lips brushing over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you with purposeful hickeys that finally declared you as his, even though you had always belonged to him.

Slowly, he lifted your tank top over your head, tossing it aside in the room's shadows. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, his gaze lingering on you through half-lidded eyes. His mouth descended, lavishing much-needed attention on your boobs, kissing and licking your sensitive nipples with devotion. In his eyes, your body was a masterpiece, and he aimed to ensure you knew just how perfect you were. Every gesture was a testament to his worship, eliciting small moans of pleasure as you succumbed to the sensations he bestowed upon you.

"Faster, please," he choked out, a desperate need cracking his voice as he trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts. Swiftly obeying, you quickened the pace, moaning as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Yet, the soreness lingering from your day at the beach made it challenging. Matt noticed, his hands helping to move your hips, orchestrating a rhythm that heightened the pleasure. He began to thrust into you, hips meeting yours, intensifying the sensation.

Throwing your head back, eyes rolling, pleasure consumed you, a knot tightening in your stomach. One of his hands left your hip, moving downward, his thumb expertly circling your swollen clit. Overwhelmed, words escaped you, your mind consumed by him. "Fuck, Matt," you managed to whimper in your love-drunk state, a proud smirk gracing his lips as he witnessed you lost in pleasure, knowing he was the only one to evoke such a response.

"Cum for me, princess," he urged in a whiny, broken voice, his own release imminent. His words triggered your climax, a stream of mumbled curses and whines escaping you as pleasure saturated every inch of your being. Surrendering to the intensity, you abandoned your movements, letting him guide and sway you through the waves of orgasmic ecstasy. His release followed suit, white streams of cum shooting into you, accompanied by his whimpering and grunting.

As the movements ceased, he lay beneath you, both of you attempting to catch your breath. Gingerly lifting yourself off him, a wince accompanied the sensitivity as his cock withdrew from your cunt. Rolling over, you nestled next to him, curling into his side, a lazy hand draped over his waist. His hand found its way to your head, tenderly stroking your hair as you rested against his chest, syncing your breathing with his.

"Get some rest; I'm taking you on a date tomorrow," he grinned mischievously, planting light kisses on your forehead. Raising your head, curiosity piqued, you questioned, "A date?" He nodded, gently pushing your head back to his chest, his fingers continuing to stroke your hair in a soothing rhythm.

"A date. So I can ask you to be my girlfriend," he chuckled, of course Matt wanted to do things right despite having just fucked you dumb. You chuckled in response, appreciating Matt's intent. "Okay, I can't wait to say yes," you declared, both of you closing your eyes, eager for the embrace of sleep and the beginning of this new chapter in your relationship.

[betterthanyalls]

hi!

can i request for a hermes x gn!reader x odysseus? :)

i was thinking that maybe reader is already a friend of odysseus, like a childhood friend maybe or a neighbor/citizen of his kingdom and has known him for years

reader liked ody but ody already has penelope so they arent flirting anymore but when hermes shows up and starts taking readers attention for himself that's when ody starts to get a little jealous maybe? aaa sorry it has been a while since ive requested anything - i hope its not too specific ;v;

i just thought it would be fun to see witty banter battles and playful snark ^^"

I have spent my entire day throughout school and home to work on this so i am very sorry for any mistakes or if its bad, i was speed running before i eepy, also i tried to make reader x odysseus more platonic cus he got penelope yk? ALSO NGL THIS WAS VERY FUN TO WRITE HEHEHEH

Masterlist

Divine Intervention

Hermes x GN!Reader x Odysseus [p]

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Fluff

Words: 2.1K

Published: 11-5-2024

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A gentle puff of air blew through the vacant meadow, flowers brushing each other in a picturesque view. Within the center of the field, two souls lied together, laughing and gazing at the clouds with imagination. 

“That one reminds me of Argos,” Odysseus pointed up to a running puff of white above that loosely resembled said dog. “Oh, I see it!” Penelope grinned, her smile shining brighter than Helios. A short distance away, under the shade of a tree, sat the best friend of the couple. With their backs against the tree, Y/n watched on emotionlessly. Their mind felt blank; witnessing the source of their love showing admiration to somebody else delivered a new type of pain to their chest. Y/n felt lost. Would they never be the first choice? Odysseus had known them for the entirety of both their lives, but the moment he met Penelope, he forgot all about Y/n. He was head over heels, claiming he’d marry the princess before he turned twenty. Sure, they stayed friends, but that wasn’t enough for Y/n though they’d never admit it. Y/n couldn’t even blame Odysseus. Penelope looked like a goddess sent from Olympus. Anyone could mistake her for a divine being. 

With a silent sigh, Y/n prepared to push themself to their feet and take their leave. But a new presence stopped them from rising up. Looking to their left side, Y/n saw another figure sitting beside them. “Wow, really the third wheel, huh?” A cheery voice sounded from his mouth.

“Who are you?” Y/n asked, like any sane person would. “You mean you don’t recognize me? Your friend Ody would if you asked him,” the individual turned to face Y/n, giving them a good view of his identity. A metal helmet sat atop his head, adorned by smaller, brown, speckled wings. A mischievous grin was placed on his lips, with the rest of his face remaining covered by a shadow. Y/n leaned back slightly so the sun could pierce the shade better, revealing more of the man. A chiton made of the finest silk hung loosely from his shoulders, stopping at his knees. The male sat casually criss-crossed, his back propped against the same tree. A scepter sat on the ground beside him, holding two golden snakes and two glistening wings, power radiating off the item. Another point of interest for Y/n’s eyes were the sandals on his feet. Not in a footfetish type of interest, but intrigue with the fact wings fluttered like no big deal off the heels. Just as Y/n was going to breathe out his name, the guest spoke first. “Indeed, it is I, Hermes. God of messengers, travelers, luck, gambling, borders, animal husbandry, thieves, wit, speed, language, trades, commerce, athletes, merchants-”

The god continued rambling proudly about each of his domains as Y/n’s awe slowly fell into a deadpan. “I know you,” they cut off his boasting, not truly caring if it was rude. Thankfully, instead of being offended, the god merely grinned. “So, Y/n, what are you doing out here? Away from the party?” Hermes had a teasing tone in his voice, gesturing to the two lovers ahead of them. Odysseus and Penelope had no knowledge of a god offering company to their closest friend. Y/n wanted to ask how he knew their name, but they figured it was some divine power thing.

“Ody wanted to spend time with Penelope, but he was too nervous to come alone. So he dragged me along. But I don’t want to intrude on their moment together,” Y/n shrugged, looking at their friends.

The mischief god watched the mortal for a moment before a plan formed in his mind. “Well, I can’t let such a beautiful soul be alone, now can I?” Y/n turned to face Hermes, an amused yet confused smile on their lips. “I’m sorry?” They inquired, not sure if they understood his words correctly. In response, Hermes stood up and held his hand out to help the mortal up too. “If they have their moment together, then allow me to give you a moment for us.” The god had a gentle smile, keeping his hand out for them to grab. Raising an eyebrow, Y/n hesitantly took his offer and grabbed his hand. He pulled them up to stand beside him.

“So, where are we going?” Y/n asked, looking into the forest behind them. Hermes just laughed in excitement.

“You’ll see!”

And before Y/n could utter another word, the god pulled them close and took off racing through the trees. The world whipped past them at lightning speed. Trees, rocks, roads, towns—everything went by in a flash until suddenly it all paused.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped away from the god. Their legs felt like brittle wood, threatening to give out at a simple breeze. Once they caught their breath, the mortal looked around to see them in the center stands of the nearby sports. Athletes were in the midst of competition down below, and nobody seemed to question two people just appearing. Hermes sat down on a stone slab and patted for Y/n to sit beside him. Doing so, the god offered them some grapes he may or may not have stolen from other mortals. “Did you choose this event just because you’re the god of athletes?” Y/n questioned  with a small laugh, taking a grape to eat and watching the sports continue. Hermes responded with his own laugh, beaming at the person beside him. “Would you leave if I said yes?” Y/n pretended to think for a moment before turning to face him with a hum. “No, but you better make this worth it,” they chuckled playfully, popping another grape to their mouth. ~~~~~ Hermes did truly make it worth it. So worth it that the two began going on adventures every day. From splashing around in rivers to exploring dark caves, the mortal and god’s friendship grew each day.

Anytime Y/n questioned themself in a mirror, Hermes would somehow maifest behind them to compliment their looks before going back to whatever job he had that day. “Dahling, you look gorgeous—beyond stunning, truly.” Was heard more than once

They would even find gifts sometimes, usually always stolen, waiting in their bedroom.

~~~~~

Currently, Y/n and the king of Ithaca were sitting in his bedroom, just talking like old friends. “So, you’ve been disappearing randomly only to come back in one state or another. Not to mention, you’ve been much more upbeat lately. What’s going on?” Odysseus interrogated with a grin. Y/n stayed quiet for a moment. Could they tell their lifelong friend about the new soul in their life? Odysseus had a raised brow, waiting for a response. “C’mon, you know you can tell me anything.” He offered with a calmer smile. Y/n’s expression softened, and they sighed, deciding to speak the truth. "I met someone,” they began, trying to form the correct words. Something in Odysseus’ eyes changed at this revelation. His posture stiffened just for a moment before returning to his previously relaxed state. “And who may this 'someone’ be?” The king continued, trying to get as much information as possible. With a quiet whisper, Y/n confessed. “Hermes...” Their lips held a bashful smile as they looked away from their friends' eyes. The friend in question paused, blinking slowly to process the information. “Hermes?! The god?!” He exclaimed with an open jaw. Y/n quickly shushed him, shoving their hands in his face. “Sh sh sh! Shut up! Not so loud,” they hissed, taking their hands away carefully once Odysseus nodded in agreement. “You know Hermes?” He continued to quiz. “Don’t you?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, thinking back to the first conversation with the god. Hermes said that Odysseus would know who he was.

“Well, yeah, I do. But I didn’t think you would too,” he tried to reason, although his point fell flat. “You don’t think a lot,” they retorted. Before Odysseus could try to fire back, a sudden breeze blew in from the open balcony. Looking over, a certain god stood against the stone railing with a familiar grin. “If it isn’t my two favorite mortals! If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say I was the center of this discussion,” Hermes laughed, waltzing into the room. He ruffled Odysseus’ hair playfully before taking a stand next to Y/n.

“Hermes.” Odysseus brought a hand up to fix his hair. The god just laughed again, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulder to give them a side hug. The narrowing eyes of the soldier didn’t go unnoticed by Hermes, brightening his smile.

“Hey Hermes,” Y/n greeted warmly.

Odysseus didn’t enjoy seeing his best friend so cozied up with another person. Even if that other person was a god who saved his life multiple times and also his great-grandfather. An idea began forming in his mind to get rid of the situation. “Y/n, I think I remember seeing a show taking place in the city. You and I can go see it now before it finishes,” the king offered, casting a victorious grin to Hermes as Y/n gave their own smile. “That sounds cool! Yeah, we can go!” Y/n moved away from Hermes' hug as the two mortals took their leave. Once they left, Hermes frowned and took his own leave back to his previous tasks for Olympus. ~~~~~ It didn’t take long for a secret war to begin. Every moment, Y/n was in between two opposing sides. They were either with Odysseus one day and Hermes the next, or they were sitting in between both males who kept trying to one-up each other, which would eventually end in arguments.

“I mean honestly, darling, why spend your time with such a brute when you could have someone as divine as I?” “BRUTE?!”

“Really, Y/n, he’s the god of lies. If anything, his words mean nothing compared to mine.” “Your entire reputation is a lie.” “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, Y/n—” “Oh, please. That’s more of a stress than a privilege.” “Did you hear something, dahling? Why, I can’t seem to hear anything below FIVE FEET.” “OH HOW MATURE—” “IT IS!!”

This took place almost daily, and it acted as peak entertainment for Y/n. ~~~~~ Today, unlike any other, Y/n and Odysseus sat quietly in a familiar meadow. However, the king was being unnaturally quiet. Turning to face their friend, Y/n spoke up.

“Ody, are you alright?” Concern was clear in their voice as they waited patiently. Odysseus didn’t make any notice of hearing their words for a minute before he finally answered.

“You’re replacing me.”

Those words caught Y/n off guard. Odysseus was looking at the grassy field around them rather than meeting his companions eyes.

“What? No, I’m not. What makes you say that?” They furrowed their eyebrows in worry, anxious for his reasoning.

“You spend more time with him,” he hissed, speaking of the god like venom on his tongue.

“Well, maybe, but-”

“BUT NOTHING! I’m supposed to be your best friend! Me! Not him. It’s us against the world; we agreed on that years ago.” Odysseus turned to Y/n with a deep frown, his eyes showing unease. He had been betrayed time and time again before; he couldn’t risk losing another friend.

Y/n stayed silent, stunned by his sudden outburst. Odysseus just looked back to the meadow, shame filling his soul. After a few moments, Y/n regained their bearings as sympathy and guilt covered their features.

“Ody,” they called softly, but he continued to look away. "Ody, look at me.”

Reluctantly, he looked over to his friend.

“Ody, I could never replace you. You are woven into my soul like a grapevine. Why do you think I would break our pact?” They spoke softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Odysseus sighed, looking back to the ground. He felt so stupid for assuming they would hurt him too.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled gently, looking at them out of the corner of his eyes.

“It’s alright; I would do the same if I were you. I forgive you,” Y/n smiled warmly to him, earning a hesitant smile back from him.

~~~~~

After this whole incident, Odysseus stopped arguing so much with Hermes. Sure, the mortal still gave the god a few half-hearted glares, but they eventually learned to share Y/n’s attention.

The trio sat calmly on the balcony of Odysseus’ room, waiting for Penelope to arrive for a nightly get-together. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, offering a charming glow to the city.

“So, darling, how’d you manage to get such a feral man to calm down?”

“FERAL?!”

[sleepingcup]

Happy Valentine's Day - Idv x Reader Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/Platonic (Be aware of the friendzone)

Source Image: Identity V owns that picture, it is used at the event.

Summary: You are the store assistant from the owner Emma Woods, tending to the store especially in the middle of the night. But one night you were not expecting something from your client...

Note: I added Emma to this headcanon since she is the owner of the shop. So you can consider that she is an additional route.

Jack the Ripper

Although you know how sinister he is, that won't stop him from greeting you "Happy Valentine's Day."

He gave you the product he purchased but you were not expecting that he also gave you a rose he bought for himself the other day.

He did had a polite chat with you and know that you are the reason why he was in a good mood. As a reward he offered you to go on a hang out with him to a cafe that serves delicious chocolate there.

Norton Campbell

Sure he is sassy, sure he is greedy and a bit of an angsty. You might find yourself catching you off guard when he ask you to go on a date with him for food.

Of course, he will be asking you to pay him money since he liked to be a rich person.

However there are times where he does want to get closer to you. You may not see it but he was making sure that you are safe and not harmed, just be aware that you might want to pay him in return...

Emil

Unfortunately, he has a lover and he doesn't want to cheat on his lover Ada once you found out about his relationship. However Emil gave you a friendly card so the thought counts.

There might be a day that you would talk to Ada and Emil but something tells you to give them their space.

Tip of the day: Don't steal their lover.

Annie Lester

A shy timid girl she is, but was honestly flattered when you wanted to have a nice time with her over a cup of hot chocolate.

You would often find her staring at you from the distance and yet she just wanted to show you her wares about what she wanted to show. Yet again you two did talk about that with interesting ideas.

At the end of the night she had a good time and gave you a nice hug before exiting the store. She was once shy but she was actually happy to have fun with you.

Victor Grantz

He is shy but his buddy Wick was there to keep you company. It was a nice hang out with him that you might catch him blushing when he is having too much fun.

Plus Victor gave you a letter that indicates his appreciation towards you, it was a very sweet letter that you gave him your gift for free.

Be prepared for a long letter chat from him from time to time.

Aesop Carl

He arrived to your store just to have a conversation with you over a cup of hot tea about deep dark conversations. Knowing him, he knows that you talk too much but it really caught his attention to hear a different opinion.

The hang-out was actually enjoyable for the both of you while watching the snow falling slowly.

But once it was time for him to go home, he gave you his rose from his breast pocket telling you that he was fond of talking about deep conversations with you before leaving.

Emma Woods

Your owner aka boss decided to hang out with you just for a simple hang out. Talking about businesses but also about what type of flowers that she wanted to bring to the store.

She was enjoying herself talking about various new types of flowers that she started talking about having a greenhouse at the side of the store for sight seeing or a mini garden.

Seeing her that happy makes you want to work hard for her, and yet Emma actually appreciates you for the chat and hot chocolates for the night.

[freakspectors]

OH BOY NEW IDV TEXT BLOG!! Might I request either Wu Chang or Antonio with a selectively mute reader?? (PLATONIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I DO NOT WISH TO DATE THE IDENTITY V)

𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

A (Separate) Platonic Wu Chang/Violinist x Gender Neutral Reader .

warnings ; none ! only fluff .

authors note ; oh gee , I wonder who this is .. /j anyways this was so cute to receive and I'm really sad I didn't have the time to do it immediately because of SCHOOL .. but here i am !! also this is my first time writing for either of them please don't jump me ;; .... okay okay enough of me read the hcs

𝒲𝓊 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔 | 𝒳𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝒾'𝒶𝓃 + 𝐹𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝓊𝒿𝒾𝓊 .

✦ The most understanding people ever you don't get it at all.

✦ I like to think that both of them are the type of people to be fine with not talking when they're with someone they're close to.

✦ You could be doing a completely different thing from what either one of them is doing in complete silence. But it's bonding time. You two are being buddies and bonding together. If you get what I'm saying.

✦ They're both really attentive. They can tell when you're uncomfortable and have gone mute because of that.

✦ They both have different styles when comforting you. Xie Bi'an is more calm and reserved, and Fan Wujiu is very .. concerned and daunted. All in all they both want to make sure you're okay.

✦ Xie Bi'an is so sweet oh em gaurd.

✦ He would do anything you ask, getting anything you need, giving you space if you wish for it, everything under the sun. It's almost motherly the way he makes sure you're okay.

✦ Once you start talking again, he makes sure you're okay once more. The last thing he wants is for you to get upset and go mute again. god I love him so much ;;

✦ Wujiu on the other hand .. He means well trust him ;;

✦ He's far more clingy than Bi'an. He'll be with you until you're verbal and comfortable again.

✦ He's the same as Bi'an when it comes to getting you things though. He'll get it with urgency too.

✦ Like if you blink twice he'll be gone and back. It's a little scary.

✦ The type of friend to make harsh jokes but get really upset if someone does the same.

✦ He'll like. Spectate you in silence. Unsettling but gives a sense of comfort. for some reason.

✦ In all seriousness, the both of them truly care about you. They just express it in very .. very different ways.

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 | 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 .

✦ Okay. first of all I feel like 'Toni would be such a fun friend to have.

✦ Not only that, he'd be such a caring one aaaaghhh ;;;

✦ A simple gesture towards him about how you're uncomfortable in a situation he'll make an excuse to leave with you.

✦ It takes a little asking questions and head nods for him to realize you're non-verbal, but when he gets to that conclusion he's great comforter.

✦ He'll play songs for you, tell stories about his (sour) losses at the casino, etc. He's amazing.

✦ If you want space, he'll give you space. Just call for him if youre verbal again and need something.

✦ Or hit him in the head with a paper airplane. Either way he'll answer.

✦ He'll stare at you dumbfounded if you throw an airplane at him though.

✦ A game or two of charades will have been played before he understands it's a note.

✦ He's an idiot. Just a little. But it's funny so it's okay

✦ But on a serious note, he really doesn't like seeing you upset.

✦ You're one of the closest friends he's had in a while - you're the only person he's had some sort of relationship with in ages, actually.

✦ Because of this , he tries to maintain your happiness and you two's friendship the best he can.

✦ All in all, Antonio is a great friend. Keep him.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

[uhhhandskullanon]

ISTANBUL (NOT CONSTANINOPLE) - THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS . yandere platonic fyolai DOA + ADA x reader fic NOTES (part 3 : spoilers for future part :3) . possible spoilers for ch. 57+, ep. 42+, and kamui identity part one | part two

❝even old new york, was once new amsterdam...❞

reader jumps off building and starts doing sm crazy parkour shi from balcony to balcony (learned from time w agency)

reaches floor n SPEEDS AWAY like a PUSSY /j

fyodorat and nikolalallala come too late n they see reader speeding off wo sparing them another glance

get very angrye

two bfs have angrery doa meeting

reader has some plot bullshit sense of direction and finds ranpo (yippee >< !!)

ranpo + poe + reader save dilf man

while this happen other doa member get obsessed w reader too (oof sucks to suck LSOERR)

sigma > mutual feeling of being trapped w crazy homosexuals makes him bond w u despite never once have spoken to u

bram > idfk pretend he sees shi thru the vamps n he sees u n u remind him of liek some long time friend reincarnation shit like w aya idfk

kamui/fu(c)kuchi > ermm well so like yeah idk ill make sm bs up later

reader meets up w kunikissdaman n liek idk fluff moment yay

disaster😱!!!

reader = kidnapped by vampire

ada = chaos

fyodor = jail

dazai = jail

dazai v fyodor evil discussion ovr reader

ermmm reader get dragged to leik merusault bc fukuchi n bram wanna meet them

sigma finds them halfway

gains readers trust via half-truths

reader gets dragged awya AGAON

meets bram > seems cool

meet fukuchi > hates but hifes it bcc no wanna die

thats all i got for now JSJSJ

❝...why they changed it, i can't say, people just liked it better that way!❞

[acosmicblizzard]

🎀 𝐼𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒱 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 🎀

Finally got around to making this-, I'll try to keep it as updated as possible. Please check the before interacting on my card before interacting.

Last updated: 3/19/2024

Total works: 41

(art creds: official idv twitter)

Boys

Various

Child reader survivor hcs

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Survivors

Mike Morton

A Teaparty between two (oneshot)

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, and Victor Grantz

Emil

Poly reader with Ada and Emil headcanons

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, and Victor Grantz

Ada, Emil, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child headcanons

Andrew Kriess

Andrew with a sick s/o headcanons + oneshot

Fluffy relationship hcs

The World In Bloom (oneshot)

Naib Subedar

Protection( oneshot)

Don’t worry, I’m here. (oneshot)

Norton Campbell

Unexpected date in china town (oneshot)

Edgar Valden

Edgar and Reader against a fake friendly (Scenario/oneshot)

Victor Grantz

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, and Victor Grantz

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Luchino Diruse

Luchino with a Scorpion like Survivor S/O

Kevin Ayuso

Hanging out on a snowy day with Kevin headcanons

Aesop Carl

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Ganji Gupta

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Hunters

Various

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Joseph Desaulniers

Unexpected date in china town (oneshot)

Fluffy Relationship hcs

Hatsur

Random Mini Feaster headcanons

Joker

General Face changer Joker headcanons

Robbie White

Robbie & OlderSibling!Reader Headcanons

Ithaqua

Warmth In the Cold (oneshot)

Wu Chang

Calm Within the Storm (oneshot)

Evil Reptilian

Luchino and Antonio with a blind hunter S/O

Antonio Paganini

Luchino and Antonio with a blind hunter S/O

Girls

Various

Child reader survivor hcs

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Survivors

Anne Lester

Toy merchant/Anne x Reader oneshot

Passive Playtime (oneshot)

Annie, Ganji, Victor, & Aesop reacting to the death of a loved one

Demi Bourbon

A Waltz Between Witches (oneshot)

Ada Mesmer

Poly reader with Ada and Emil headcanons

Ada, Emil, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child headcanons

Memory/LG

Reader as a parental figure to memory drabble/headcanons

Passive Playtime (oneshot)

Protection (oneshot)

Qi Shiyi

Training (oneshot)

Emma Woods

Weekly Motivation boost (oneshot)

The Ghost in the garden (oneshot)

Hunters

Various

Various Survivors & Hunters with a female!Baker Survivor Reader

Michiko

“My Starlight" (oneshot)

Ada, Emil, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child headcanons

Extras

Miss Nightingale

Random miss nightingale x reader drabble/one shot thing

Multi-Part Stories

A Wilted Rose (Prologue)

A Wilted Rose (Chapter 1)

Ghost Manor Au Stuff

Boys

Survivors

Romantic ghost manor au Aesop headcanons

Romantic ghost manor au Victor headcanons

Hunters

None yet

Girls

Survivors

Romantic ghost manor au Melly headcanons

Romantic ghost manor au Emily headcanons

Romantic Ghost Manor Au Margaretha Headcanons

Romantic Ghost Manor Au Fiona headcanons

Hunters

Romantic ghost manor au Grace headcanons

Romantic ghost manor Au Mary headcanons

[hornsent-consort]

I just read the Antonio found family fic and him being a wine mom is quite real!!! Found family Antonio with reader who is quite literally in love with the beach. Like they know how to surf and everything. For some reason they smell like the salt water and the beach when there’s no beach in the manor??

Found family! Antonio x GN! reader who loves the beach

Warnings: there is no beach (unless you count lakeside village), short, alcohol, Antonio can’t swim, even if he could he still couldn’t since he’s a corpse, was this proof read? We’ll never know.

🐚 Antonio has never been to a beach. Since his youth, he’s been too absorbed with his studies of the violin to even consider going to the beach. This also means he cannot swim.

🐚 with this being said, he cannot swim with you if you ever decide to take a trip to lakeside village. He will be there with you of course, but from the safety of the dry land.

🐚 you smelling constantly like salt water is a bit of a problem. He himself already has a very strong odor of wine, sweat and shame, so when you’re near him, all the other inhabitants of the manor stay far away from the both of you.

🐚 you knowing how to surf was impressive to the others at first, but considering there’s no real beach to surf, you rely on repeating that fact too the point where some people don’t know if you’re playing around or not.

🐚 that being said, Antonio knows that you do indeed know how to surf, but he will pick on you about it and pretend that you’re not being truthful.

🐚 he lives to rile you up, but since this is something you’re truly passionate about, he will lay off if you express that you don’t appreciate his antics.

🐚 if only you two had met when he was human. Maybe you could have shown him what the beach was all about. Unfortunately for him, he died before he could ever see one truly in person. He appreciates the photos of the seaside that you share with him though.

A/N: I am so sorry that I took so long but it’s so short. I have this really deep hatred/phobia for the beach, so I had to consult beach professionals (my oomfs) to help me💔 I hope you still enjoyed this regardless!

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ー Requesting Rules ー

no nsfw, no incest, and no yandere. platonic only for characters under 16.

be as specific/detailed as you can, it helps a lot! only one scenario per request please.

please specify if you want a gendered reader! non-specified requests will automatically be written as gender-neutral.

you can request for a maximum of 5 characters per ask (tip: if you want to see the same prompt for over 5 characters in different franchises, submit different asks for each franchise!). characters may be ooc if i haven't written very much for them, sorry! i usually get a feel for their character after writing for them a few times, though.

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ー Accepted Requests ー

ー Requests Closed!

no accepted requests at the moment.

make sure that any characters you want to request aren't on the list below!

ー Who I Don't Write For ー

ー I DON'T WRITE ROMANTIC FOR:

IDENTITY V: bonbon, joker, the will brothers, burke, leo beck, kreacher pierson, bane, hastur, michiko, emil, ada mesmer, violetta

DANGANRONPA: himiko yumeno, hiyoko saionji, chihiro fujisaki, any ultra despair girls or dr3 anime characters

any characters under 16. feel free to request a platonic scenario with these characters though!

keep in mind that this list will change in the future as i see fit.

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good evening, everyone, and welcome to the detective agency! my name is naib, and im the author running this blog. im trying to slowly but surely ease my way back into writing again, so i sincerely apologize if it takes me a while to finish any requests. im much more consistent on my art blog, @chalksculpture , but im also on @wrioblurbs where i post small blurbs or ideas that i can't really turn into full fics as well as @asking-antonio which will become my identity v ask blog once i stop procrastinating and finish setting everything up the way i want it to. please do check out my other blogs if you want to support me! also, if you've been following me for a while, this blog has been previously known as both lostarchivesoforpheus and fish-bubble, so please don't forget who i am! :,,)

finally, please always remember that i love appreciate every single one of you. <3

[royalrambler]

Writing Commissions!! Now Open!!

hihello royal here !!! uhm life happens tbh and i just lost my current source of income, sooo

i’m opening writing commissions !! just dm me here or on discord (moriensstellarum) to start !!

my rates: (cashapp only)

semi cheap since i really do need commissions right now! my cashapp info will be given once the planning process is over!!

$5 usd: every 1k words

+$5 usd: fandoms i am not in or completely original

+$2 usd: for oc, self insert, or x reader works (mc from twisted wonderland doesn’t count!!)

current fandoms:

fire emblem three houses

genshin impact

my hero academia

identity v

bungo stray dogs

haikyuu

demon slayer

good omens

star wars (all movies and shows)

legend of zelda (breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom)

twisted wonderland

project sekai

voltron: legendary defender

pokèmon

danganronpa (in progress)

jujutsu kaisen (in progress)

kingdom hearts (in progress it’s a lot of games)

Persona 5

please be through in explaining what you’d like (i.e. pairings, au if any kind, plot, etc) and allow for 5-8 days from the end of planning for writing to be completed

will do:

fluff

angst

action/violence(to a point)

mild gore or body horror

legal non toxic pairings of any kind(including poly)

if it’s not listed i probably won’t write it. you can still ask since i think i missed a couple of things, but this is your warning you might get denied. i also only write ragbro’s as platonic/familial.

writing sample:

this piece is reposted from my flufftober writing !!

This was a scene that Byleth could go on without repeating over and over again, but alas, the flow of time is a fickle thing, and the loss is necessary. Countless times, they had tried other ways to snap Dimitri back into reality, only to fail in the end. This was the only way to succeed.

The rain was warm, unusual for this area, but it made it seem like the heavens were weeping for the loss of such a great man and knight. Perhaps they were. Byleth certainly had the first few times they lived through it. But now their grief has been replaced by a determination to end this cycle. To have this be the last time they watch as Rodrigue sacrifices himself in order to save Dimitri. Let this be the final version of this particular encounter.

The sky grew darker as Byleth waited, the rain soaking them to the bone. They would continue to wait as long as needed… He would come. And soon, just as many times before, the soon-to-be king rounded the corner, and they stepped out of the shadows into his path.

“What do you want?”

His voice was harsh, almost intentionally so, as if Byleth’s mere presence was an annoyance. The first times they heard it, they flinched and held their tongue to placate the prince. The times after they had responded with anger or indifference. They all worked out in the end, but none were right. But now…

“I know where you’re going. You don't have to do this, Dimitri.” Their voice remained calm, even as anger flashed across his face.

“This isn’t your concern!” Dimitri spat out. “Get out of my way. Now.”

Byleth simply glared as he menacingly stepped closer. If one thing remained true, it was that Dimitri would never harm them. He could act like it was all he wanted, but they knew the truth.

“Going to Enbarr will not fix anything! Do you really think it will appease the dead? Or will it simply add Edelgard’s corpse to those that haunt you?"

“Do not speak of that vile woman as if she is a friend! It is their voices that demand her head! Only then will they finally get to rest peacefully. Don’t speak of matters you could never understand."

Dimitri took a moment, seemingly to compose himself. His anger had faded slightly, making way for something else. Something different. Grief? Was he perhaps finally letting himself grieve for his losses after all these years? Or was it simply resignation?

“Death…” He continued, his voice becoming thick with emotion. “Death is the end. No matter how much lingering regret a person has, after death, they are powerless. They cannot even wish for revenge, much less seek it out. Hatred. Regret. Those burdens fall on the shoulders of those who are left behind. They fall to me. I must continue down this path! And it is far too late to stop... You know this much already."

Byleth’s gaze softened as they watched his anger bleed into resignation and acceptance of his self-imposed fate.

“But you don’t have to do it alone. You’ve got me and so many others! You don’t have to throw your life away in the pursuit of revenge! Surely there is-“

“There is no other way! That is merely the logic of the living. It's meaningless. Those who died with lingering regret... They will not loose their hold on me so easily.

“But you seem to have all the answers... So tell me, professor. Please, tell me... How do I silence their desperate pleas? How do I... How do I save them? Ever since that day nine years ago... I have lived only to avenge the fallen. It is the only thing that keeps me alive... My only reason to keep moving forward...”

Byleth let out a soft huff of laughter, mainly out of nervousness. “I haven’t been your professor in a long time, Mitya... I was hardly qualified to be that in the first place, but even I know to not deny the Archbishop. But you’ve suffered enough. You must forgive yourself; move towards accepting the past and embracing the future.”

“But then who…or what…should should I live for?”

“Live for what you believe in. Live for yourself, and if you can’t do that, then make me the reason to keep on living.”

“What I believe in..." Dimitri shook his head slightly and turned his face up towards the sky. “Rodrigue said the same thing. But is it possible? I am a murderous monster. My hands are stained red. Could one such as I truly hope for such a life? As the sole survivor of that day, do I... Do I have the right to live for myself?”

Byleth placed a gentle hand on Dimitri’s cheek and turned his face back towards them. “No one’s hands are ever truly clean in this world. Asking that would be the same as asking me if I deserved the life I live. Each day you continue to live serves as proof that you deserve to live and live for yourself. And if you ever forget that, you will always have me to remind you.”

“I’ve got you…” Dimitri whispered as the professor pulled him into a gentle embrace. As he returned it, Byleth began to softly hum an ancient and gentle song. “You’re… You’re so warm… Have you always been?”