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⚰️ ah !! i noticed it says we're still allowed to send you letters , still . if not then disregard this with my apologies ! if it is alright , could i request a norton campbell x reader ? i was thinking of something akin to taking care of each other after a match . it can be a small drabble or short story preferably , if that is alright . your writing is something i only recently stumbled upon , and i think it is incredible ! you are very talented , and i am wishing you the best !! thank you for reading , take care , observer !
OBSERVER'S NOTE:
" Hello, and yes, I'm still open to receiving letters (requests). Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong (unless you were one of my mutuals, in case... I do apologize for the potential hurt I end up causing /lh).
The request with Norton is so cute though- the idea of the prospector and his s/o taking care of each other after a match and especially against a hard one where the two won? Oh, it's so cute. I do hope this lives up to your expectation, even if it took me ages to get to this (also I kept this for too long because your words made my weeks because it's been stressful).
Again, I hope you enjoy this drabble! I enjoyed writing this a little too much, haha. "
Wounded Afterthought
It was a rare sight to see Norton be with someone like this, and especially with the mere thought of him being worried about another person after a tough match. People had assumed that he would simply ignore them, just like what he did to everyone else.
However, the same cannot be said for those that knew him well.
"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly as he patched them up, his eyes focused onto the scabs and scratches they got. They went up against Polun (from what he heard), so he knew that it had went rough. He could hardly believe that they had a tie with how difficult the triplets were in their streak.
... The only saving grace, however, was that it had been Arms Factory and there were more competent survivors that made sure to keep the team together.
Feeling a gloved hand on his shoulder, he turned his head to you, who simply shook your head. Ah. He must've looked terrifying, hm?
"I'm fine, Norton," he heard you answer, the feeling of the weight of your hand leaving as you placed it on your lap. Your attire had been torn, but it was better than last time.
Good, you aren't too heavily injured, he mused, sighing. "Quartz, you know that I'm doing this out of worry. Polun is a hard one to deal with, let alone escape against with the team you were with."
There goes an endearing nickname he called you— Quartz. He calls you something else, however, but that was the most frequent he'd choose. Unknowingly, of course.
"I know that. However, everyone wasn't as terrible against him, Norton," you reasoned, raising your left hand to gently cup his. Your gloved thumb traced over his cheek, and although he didn't want to show he liked it, you two could see him lean over involuntarily.
"After all, if they were, I wouldn't be here in your arms now, would I?"
Norton couldn't find an answer to that.
It was, unfortunately, true. If you had been hurt, he wouldn't have you in his grasp— he would've had you under Emily's care. And yet here you are, bandaged up, clothes torn, but still alive.
He couldn't help but sigh and bury his head on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes right after. He let go of you to simply adjust the position of his arms, wrapping it around your body to keep you close to him.
He wouldn't admit it, of course, but you can be quite stubborn for a priest. Not that he particularly cares— to him, what mattered was your safety, not your occupation.
... That, and unlike that Priestess, you rely on your own wits and snap decision to save you from being chaired.
Perhaps it's why he is so protective of you, and yet he simply backs off when you prove him wrong. After all, how could he when you both knew that you were right?
"... Maybe not. But I'd still like to make sure you're not in danger, if I can help it," he admitted, making you laugh at his own concern. He would normally grunt when someone else does it, but he didn't have the heart to do it to you.
You, a priest, who have left your past beliefs to find faith in a different God.
"Dear, with you on my side, I'll never be in danger. I can promise you that."
And for a mere moment, Norton knew those words rang true than the ones written in scripture.
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ASK: pretty pretty please… fools gold.. smut if you can.. I CANT KEE EDGING TO HIM WHENEVER I MATCH AGAINST HIM 😞💻 I GOTTA TAKE HIS CRYSTAL ROCK COCK
ROCK HARD!
( fools gold sex h/c’s ) + gn!reader
# MINOR WRITING SMUT , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
I suppose it is your fault, you shouldn’t have underestimated your boyfriend's ability to fuck you raw in his bedroom, not caring who hears either of you or if his Survivor counterpart walks in as you do it on his bed.
His opposite shouldn't be back for a while though, as he's stuck in a match against that Ivy chick. Guess you'll just have to stick it out for a while, huh? Don't worry, he'll make it worth the wait.
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🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is undoubtedly rough with you in the bedroom. Leaving marks in their wake decorated across your soft and delicate flesh unlike his own. Bruises from your last session have only just started to fade away to make room for more to come. (He doesn't mean to hurt you, it's just that you're so much tinier than he is and he can't help but toy with you a bit.)
↳ on top of this, jealousy runs through the Hunter's veins. The cuts and bruises and hickeys and whatever else he does to mark you up is an indication of who and what you belong to. He can’t stand watching you interact with the other Survivors and, hell, that pesky Prospector who takes up far too much of your time. Time that could be better spent splitting you in half.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold is such a tease too. He'll mess around with your tiny little body and force you to leave for your match all hot and bothered. It's all part of the plan though because it means you'll just come crawling back to him for relief, not realizing what you're getting yourself into.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who loves to get messy in bed and uses his hands and fingers to make you cum 1, 2, 3 too many times, leaving your body overstimulated and all too sensitive to his rough touch. It doesn't matter how many times you beg or whine or claw at the rocks on his back, he doesn't stop.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is always the one on top. It doesn't matter if you start it or end it, you'll always manage to find him towering over you with that same devilish smirk that adorns his face.
🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who has the stamina of a 10-time gold place Olympian runner. He can go all night and then morning and then night again if called for. But know that once he starts, he won’t stop. The little sympathy he has goes toward calling it a night after round 5 or after you've passed out in his arms. He gets it, it's hard having a boyfriend who could last longer than he could. (Norton.)
The sound of keys unlocking the door pulls you from your aroused state as both you and Fools Gold turn your head toward the door.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Norton sighs while turning his head up towards the roof.
"Speak of the devil, could you leave? We're kind of in the middle of something." Fools Gold says, still halfway inside you as you cover your body in embarrassment.
"That’s it, both of you, OUT!"
note: I picked this up b/c I thought it'd be interesting especially because I've never written for him before,,,also annon im going to haunt your dreams now b/c you didn’t read rules (I’m calling you rocky annon now if you ever decide to send in something else)
also you guys help I have 37 (36 after this post) drafts
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This skin- I need to tuck him
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ VALENTINES WITH THEIR S/O —-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
annie and edgar x gn reader head cannons!
cw: none!!
a/n: I haven’t written in forever, so I’m sorry I’m my writing comes off awkward!! I’m currently writing this at 1am, so my brain is kinda turned off so sorry if I make a sentence that litteraly just sounds like me yapping… nonetheless hope you enjoy!!
sfw!!
ANNE LESTER
- Annie was always such a sweetheart, and that never changed when she got with you! She loves Valentine’s Day, and she loves giving gifts! Expect to be given quite a few things by her.
- right when you woke up that morning, annie made sure to give you your gifts, the gifts consisted of a handmade teddy bear she gave you, and a small box of chocolates. She was particularly ecstatic about giving you the teddy bear, as toys were always the thing that bought her the most joy even at her lowest points, and she really hopes she can share that joy with you!
- cuddles on that day! Lots of them. She’s an affectionate person when it comes to you, and she makes sure to let you know that she wants today to be about you two. She will give you tons of hugs and forehead kisses :3 !!
- she also made you guys small matching wooden heart keychains! each of you got a half, and when you put it together, it forms a little wooden heart, how cute!
- you guys spent the day in annies workspace, you both sat down and made each other small wood carved toys about the size of your normal sea shell. With a bit of help from your dear annie, you made her a small wooden carved teddy bear, and a duck, and annie made you your favorite animal!
EDGAR VALDEN
- the arrogant and cold painter you where introduced to with your first interaction compared to how he is with you now, it’s almost so different to how he treats you now..I mean it’s still kinda there, but he tries his best to set that aside, especially today.
- he loves giving you his artwork as small gifts, he does it quite frequently actually. It was a portrait of you that he gave you on valentines, you can tell he spent extra time on this one to perfect it. Portraits and just drawing people in general aren’t necessarily his strong suit, so he was a bit nervous giving you it, but overall happy and content when he saw that you absolutely adored it.
- you very much loved the painting he gave you, and you made sure he knew. He loves receiving praise on his work, so you gave him lots of compliments and praises on the artwork, even if it boosted his ego a bit.
- he’s not very good at showing affection, let alone physical affection, but he tries, and he really did try today. He made sure to remind you that he loves you a lot verbally today, and made sure to give you lots of hugs today as well.
- you spent your day with edgar in the manor garden, where he painted you. He has painted you here before, but he did everything so that he could make it extra special, especially for the day it was.
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˚。⋆୨୧˚BAKE MY LOVE˚୨୧⋆。˚
“Would you like to go on a date with me sir?” ・❥・fluff
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
As the morning sun beamed through the window panels of the small bakery, you patiently waited for one male to walk through those glass doors. Constantly turning your head with whimsy whenever the bells jingled, only to be let down by the sight of someone else coming in.
You were getting tired of playing this waiting game; having to check yourself in the bathroom mirror each time you’re on break, or when you sneak your phone from your pocket when the manager isn’t looking.
All you did was sigh as you handed the customer their croissants and coffee, taking the cash in return and storing it away in the register.
Closing your eyes in pure irritation, you threw your head down; your {H/C} strands covering your face.
“Uh excuse me?”
Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach like the titanic.
Briskly, you lift up your head; trying to keep it casually and play it off cool as you messily struggle to fix your {H/T} hair.
“Shit- Hello, welcome, uh, what- what can you get for you-I mean I, what can I get for you?”
You felt your face heat up as your co worker in the back giggled at your stupidity. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fought back the impulsive thoughts telling you to run out and never come back again. This was the man you’ve been waiting for. The one you always look forward to seeing whenever you’re working.
Ever since you first started working here, you’ve been seeing him come at 10;00-10;30 ish AM. Sometimes with a friend or more but he’s usually alone. His brown skin shimmered with the sun’s rays, his accent was like music to your ears, you could listen to him talk all day, not to mention the way he's so polite.
And that’s not even all of it.
His jet black hair looked so soft and shiny; you could tell he takes very good care of it. Same thing with his face; his face was always so clean and spotless- not one sign of acne. Ugh, and then his body; he was perfect- straight out of a bookworm’s wet dreams. You didn’t wanna believe it, but you fell in love with his man. This stranger that you know nothing about except for the pastry he orders all the time.
“May I get 1 cinnamon roll, and a cappuccino?”
You nodded, feeling a smile creep onto your face as you grabbed the brown paper napkins and picked up the cinnamon sweet and put it gently into the small dark brown takeout box, all while the feeling of love exploded in your stomach. Moving onto making his coffee, you peeked behind you, admiring him on his phone with a straight face before looking away in fear of making awkward eye contact.
“Here you go sir!”
You smiled wider, showing your pearly teeth.
He looked up from his device, putting it in his sweatpant’s pocket with one hand and grabbing his order with the other before taking the money out of his wallet and handing it to you.
You clenched the money in your hands as you stared at the register. It was common for you to do this. You would pause whenever he gave you the money as if he was doing it out of an act of kindness. Then, you watch him walk out the door, leaving nothing but the sound of the bells jingling in your ears. But not this time.
As you gripped onto the money tighter, you looked up at him, seeing him start to fade away.
“EXCUSE ME SIR!” you called out, catching his attention. He turned his head to you.
“Yeah?”
You froze up again. Your breathing got heavy and you fought back your tears, in which you failed. Your voice got shaky as the money began to get sweaty from you gripping it.
“Would…”
You looked down, avoiding eye contact.
“...Would you uh, go out on a date with me?”
His face changed from neutral to a slightly surprised expression.
You fucked up, didn’t you?
You felt your happiness pop instantly, and you haven’t even heard his answer yet! What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? What if he wasn’t even interested in dating at all? What if he had 3 kids at home and a loving wife? What if he says no and doesn’t come back ever again?
The cafe was so silent that it was screaming at you. Tears begin to drip down your face as your hair saves you from making the situation more embarrassing.
“Uh…”
You struggled to mentally prepare yourself for his reply.
“...Um…”
That’s it! You can’t show your face back here ever again!
“...Sure, you seem nice.”
You gasped, almost choking on air as you quickly lifted up your head, not even bothering to fix your hair this time.
“A-Alright, uhm… What’s your phone number..?”
“I’ll write it down for you.”
Your heart thumped in your chest as you eyed how his muscular hands wrote down the numbers on a brown napkin with a dark blue pen; the beautiful strokes and edges of each number was heavenly.
When he was finished, he slid it to you before smiling slightly. Your eyes dropped down to the brown napkin, then back up to the jingle of the bells as he exited the cafe.
You did it. You finally did it. You finally asked him out.
“Yo, {Y/N}”
You jolted, swiftly whipping your head towards your co-worker.
His shiteating grin and freckles paired with his beach blonde curls matched his annoying personality.
“You’re crushing the money.”
Aww shit, you forgot about the money. You set the dollar bills free from your grip as you try to iron it out with the palm of your hands before putting it into the register.
You prayed for the day to be over quicker so you could go home and text the love of your life already.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
And so as the night came, you clocked out and walked through the glass doors, the musical jingles wishing you well as you locked up and headed to your car.
Pulling out your phone to connect the bluetooth and blast your favorite playlist to get you hyped for your upcoming date as you ride home with your {H/C} {H/T} hair flowing with the cold wind through the car door window.
Pulling into the driveway of your apartment building, you disconnect your bluetooth and collect your belongings. Getting out of the car, you take your keys from your bag and unlock your house door, taking in the comforting smell of your home.
Shutting your door behind yourself, you lean against it; pulling out your phone and tapping on your contacts app. You didn’t even need to take out the napkin to see his phone number, you made sure to keep it engraved in your brain.
After saving his phone number in your contacts list, you struggled to come up with a name. You bit your lip as your frows scrunched together. You didn’t even ask him his name. How stupid of you. You soon let your impulsive thoughts take over once again and set his name as “Boyfriend” with 12 different heart emojis.
Hey, it's the person from the cafe.
You stared at the send button. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he didn’t wanna go and only said yes to save you from embarrassment? All these thoughts raced through your head. But, you made it this far so might as well. There’s no going back now.
You closed your eyes, sending the message and quickly turning your phone off. You threw your head back against the door until you waited for a reply. But, that didn’t last for long. As you waited and waited, you watched the time go by. Your phone finally buzzing at 8;09 PM.
You curse loudly at your phone as you struggle to put in your 4 numbered password; messing up so much it is almost locked for 2 minutes. You smile at the reply, reading the text being;
Hey, sorry I replied late. I was at the gym then I had to take my dog out for a walk.
Your heart fluttered in your chest as your imagination went wild thinking about him working out. And he liked animals too? Oh yeah, he can get it. You slid from your door to your knees; criss crossing your legs as your mind became invested in the conversation.
It’s fine! Are you still free for the date? There’s this place that has good reviews. It’s popular for having different varieties of food from different cultures.
Yeah, I am. I was gonna get ready now. What address is the place?
You couldn’t contain how happy you were. You told him the address and the restaurant name before rushing to the bathroom;
You sang in the shower, did your skincare again, fixed up your hair, and put on your fanciest outfit.
This was it. You were really gonna go on a date with the man you’ve been crushing on for months.
It was just up to you to make this the best night of his life.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
You began to grow frantic as you fiddled with your hands underneath the table. Did you come too early? What if he canceled and just didn’t wanna text you? What if he changed his mind? Did he even wanna come? You sigh as you lay your head down on the table, flinching when the screech of the chair being pulled back rang in your ears like an alarm clock. Lifting your head, you quickly fix yourself, smiling at the brown skinned male who sat down in front of you.
His beautiful dark eyes were the cherry on top. He truly was perfect- Heavensent. You wanted to swim in his eyes and never get out. A tint of pink was smothered on your face as you sneakily observed the suit he was wearing; it was black and nicely put. That color really looked good on him.
“You look really nice!” you blurted out, trying not to stare too much into his soul.
Red appeared on his face, looking a bit to the left with a stutter.
“Thanks…you too.”
“I’m {Y/N} {L/N}, but people just call me {N/N} for short!”
“I’m Ganji Gupta.”
You could feel your smile get bigger as you watched him look through the menu.
“That’s pretty.”
He looked up at you in slight confusion.
“Huh?”
You frowned. Your eyes shot back in fear of making him uncomfortable.
“Y-Your name! it’s…pretty…I like it.”
His expression softened back to his neutral one, but he seemed embarrassed. His arm rested on the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact again.
“Oh…Thanks..”
It was a few minutes of awkward silence before it was interrupted by the waiter. Your heart shriveled up like a ruined piece of paper when you saw who was serving you tonight. You locked eyes with the brown and white haired female. The smirk on her face makes you more anxious than you already were. Her gold hoop earrings making itself known as her green eyes continued to lay dominance. She looked over at Ganji as he was ready to order.
Meanwhile, you just sat there. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, you did. You've been friends with her since highschool! You’re just jealous- if that's the word for it. Her curvy body has always made your love interests go for her; She would turn them down and call them whores. And you respect her for that. You just hope Ganji isn’t the same.
“And for you?” She mocked with a smile, holding in her small giggles.
“I’ll have the-”
“Got it! It’ll be out in 30 minutes, any drinks for now?”
Sweat raced down your forehead as you nervously looked at Ganji, who looked at you very confused. Biting your lip, you gripped her on the arm before staring her down. Her red lips curved into a more sinister grin. She was up to no good.
“Well, I already know what drink you want,”
She looked at your date.
“What would you like to drink tonight?”
Still confused, Ganji took a few seconds to reply.
“Uh…Just water please…”
She nodded, writing down everything on the small notebook attached to the brown woody clipboard before walking away.
“Do you, know her?’’
“Yeah, she’s my friend…I didn’t know she worked here.”
He nodded. You wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear. You knew Demi meant no harm but, this is kinda harming you right now! You were surprised that he didn’t walk out after that. Moving on to a different topic, you remember the short conversation you had with him on the phone.
“So, how's the dog?”
You noticed how he played with the end of the lace table coverings to keep himself occupied. His dark eyes moved to your gaze.
“He’s good.”
He wasn’t very talkative. I mean- you didn’t mind it, you just expected him to be a yapper. But to be fair, you guys don’t know each other all that well. {Y/N} maybe think things through before you commit to it? Sorry, that was mean. Anyways, as the minutes went by, you started to see him open up more and more; he made eye contact more and shared his childhood moments and stuff that you found to be relatable in a way. You were in love with how he was so happy to explain stuff about his culture, like the food, holidays. You could see his eyes light up like the stars in the sky the more you asked about it.
The butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter around. This was what you dreamt about. Going on a date with the stranger you grew a crush on for months in the cafe and getting to know him more. He was a good listener as well. Your childhood wasn’t as exciting as his, but he still treated it as if it was the best stories he ever heard. And when you opened up about your culture, he was so in love. You swear you saw his pupils shape into hearts.
“Here you go.”
The mood was interrupted once more by Demi handing you two your food and drinks.
“Anything else I can do for ya lovebirds?” She teased, throwing you a wink.
“N-No…That’s all, thank you!”
She nodded, rustling your hair before patting you on the back.
“Alright, you two have fun now.” She chirped before walking away. You sighed but didn’t let the embarrassment ruin this special moment for you.
As you guys ate, you couldn’t stop talking to each other. You even choked on your food at one point which scared the life out of Him, but laughed about it afterwards. After the main course, you decided to get dessert just to make the date last longer; He ordered the lava cake that came with a side of vanilla ice cream with a dollop of whipped cream and a cherry on top of it and you ordered “your favorite '' according to Demi.
Soon, the check came and he offered to pay. You felt bad so you insisted that you guys could split it. But no, him being the gentlemen that his mother raised him to be, he ended up paying for the whole thing. Shit, he even gave a 20$ tip! Oh yeah, you gotta marry him for that one.
When exiting the restaurant, you felt the nervousness creep up on you again. You fiddled with your hands as he rested his hand on the back of his neck. You didn’t want this night to end. You wanted him to come home with you and cuddle.
“I had fun, we should do this again.” He said, blushing.
You nodded.
“Yeah! Totally! Uh…”
You wanted to kiss him. That’s too soon, isn’t it? How would he feel if you did? Would he hate you? Would he find you weird? I mean, you are pretty weird, you’re reading a fanfic. Okay sorry, that was mean.
But hey, fuck it we ball am I right? Don’t answer that, I know I am.
“This might be weird and I’m sorry if it is but…”
You inched closer to him; hearing his heartbeat in his chest. Your noses had little to no space between each other and your eyes were locked in together.
“Can…Can we kiss?”
You fucked up, huh? Your hands started to sweat again, and it was so cold out you thought it was snowing. He was taken aback by the request, obviously not expecting this on the first date. But, you did peak his interest tonight, and to be fair he did pay like 500$ for the dinner and dessert , plus 20$ for the tip.
“Sure…”
He was red. You caressed his cheek and shut your eyes, melting into his soft lips. Seriously, what skincare routine does this guy have?
You could feel yourself lose yourself and your dignity as he held your waist. You almost forgot you were in public for a minute. Pulling away, you both open your eyes.
“Do… Do you wanna come home with me?” He asked, mind blown by how much of a good kisser you are. You smiled.
“I would love to.”
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ BAKE MY LOVE - END ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
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Salvatore
Synopsis; You and Ithaqua have come to an agreement. In turn, you are to be the cure to his everlasting solitude.
CW; Explicit themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship, degradation, vague religious imagery
MINORS DNI. (18+)
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Note; I've been meaning to experiment with a completely different take on Ithaqua, so I decided to mess around with my take on Morningstar. I have not written NSFW in eons, so spare me! Most of this was written at like... 3AM with no proper proofreading whatsoever. So, in another words—not my proudest work yet! This piece also doesn't quite have a plot either, I just wrote whatever came to mind. Enjoy! 🙈 (I'm so embarrassed.)
You were the sun, his sun. The sun who orbits around the Earth, breathing life into those around you. You brought about warmth with your light. If he could, he would bask in your presence from dusk till dawn. You had never seen the moon, or its stars, nor the night. Yet you heard its voice once or twice through the roaring winds.
He yearned to preserve your light. Claim it as his own. How he longed to maintain it for his own wants. Your beaming smile, your eyes that glistened like the stars, your soft h/c locks that waltzed with the wind. Without you, the moon could not shine without your light. Without you, could he ever beam again?
Faint rays of moonlight illuminated the dim candlelit room. You rested upon a king-sized bed, the cool breeze brushing against your naked body. Your hands lie above your head, cold slender hands interlaced with yours. He traced constellations onto your bare skin. His hips straddled on top of yours, his cloak discarded onto the marble floor. Ithaqua drew the stars upon your waist, soft lips brushing against your neck. He was desperate, his actions expressed his longing for your touch.
Words were unspoken between the two of you, a contract unknown. Shall you be spared under all circumstances, and in turn, you become the cure to his eternal solitude. Godlike he was, each touch was a blessing. You were a mere sinner under his presence, and here you lie before him, confessing your sins. Letting all your secrets spill from each breath you take, he is who shall listen. He is who shall cleanse you of your sins. He who is your salvatore.
His warm tongue ran along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He grazed his teeth upon your soft skin, his hot breath was enough to make you melt under his touch. “Relax, dear.” Ithaqua cooed, trailing his hand down to your pelvis. You couldn’t help but buck your hips up in anticipation, letting out a sharp exhale. “Needy are you, love?”
He pulled away from your neck and pressed his lips against yours, emitting a low moan as a hand began to rub your thigh gently. He mercilessly bit your lip, causing you to yelp in surprise. The hunter smiled into the kiss as he forced his way through your mouth. He softly stroked your plush thighs, occasionally squeezing them. His tongue explored your wet cavern whilst you held onto his hand, his free hand outlining the stars on your inner thigh. You whined, your hips squirming beneath him in desperation.
The young male pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of you. “Is there something wrong, love?” Ithaqua whispered. “Don’t you tease me any longer…” You protested, Ithaqua couldn’t help but let out a chuckle in response. “Patience, Y/N.” He sighed and placed a hand on your bare chest, pressing you down against the mattress. His golden necklace dangling from his chest, hovering over you as his eyes fixed on yours.
“You think I’d willingly satisfy you without earning it? Don’t make me laugh, love.” Ithaqua rebuked. “How’s this? Please me first. If you do a good job, I’ll fuck you to your heart’s content. Sounds good?” He spoke, his lips curling into a smirk. You nodded your head eagerly. With a complacent expression, the two of you proceeded to switch positions. He laid back onto the array of pillows by the bedframe, his legs spread wide open. “Well? What’re you waiting for? You know what to do.”
“Talk about patience…” You muttered under your breath. “What’s that, darling?” Instigated the hunter as he leisurely removed his mask, his ebony-colored eyes meeting yours. “Nothing, dear…” You uttered as you lowered your gaze from his. With a scowl, he grabbed hold of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t you forget who is in control here. I can delightfully revoke my conditions anytime. I wouldn’t be opposed to watching you squirm in desperation in hopes I’d touch you while I pleasure myself. Now, obey my orders won’t you?”
You swallowed before speaking breathily. “Yes, sir…” With a satisfied smile, he let you go. Without another word; you loosened his garters and unbuttoned his pants. He emitted a sigh of relief once his cock was freed from the confines of his pants, twitching upon release as droplets of precum dripped down the shaft. You spat onto your palm before taking him into your hands, beginning to pump him up and down.
The hunter threw his head back with a breathy moan as you stroked his dick, occasionally rubbing your thumb against his tip and causing him to twitch in response. You picked up the pace over time, observing his facial expressions as his chest heaved. You observed how desperately he attempted to restrain his moans behind the heavy breaths taken. His eyes were half-lidded as he huffed, his lips slightly parted as his face was tinted with a scarlet hue.
Ithaqua has never felt this way before. Such pleasure, such desire, a fire ignited within him the moment you laid your hands on him. He gazed upon your naked body as you eagerly stroked his cock with such a lustful expression on your face. You observed how his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, how his hands clasped the bedsheets and the way his thighs threatened to clamp shut on you as they trembled under your touch. You brought your lips close and ran your tongue alongside his shaft, causing him to shudder in response.
Ithaqua took hold of your h/c locks into his trembling hands as you took him into your warm mouth. You swirled your tongue upon his tip, tasting the bitterness in his precum as he twitched inside your mouth. You were relatively slow with your pace, causing the hunter to buck his hips up out of impatience. Caught off-guard, you gagged for a brief moment. “Don’t be a tease,” Ithaqua spoke, tightening his grip on your hair.
He began to thrust into your mouth slowly as he held onto you. You were taken aback by his sudden movements, groaning onto his cock as he screwed your mouth. You gripped his thighs, lightly squeezing them as tears formed at the corners of your eyes. “Hah… You’re taking me so well, dear…” Ithaqua cooed. His light eyes fixed on your every expression as he thrusts into you, his dick brutally assaulting the back of your throat.
“I’m close…” He whispered between breaths, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Within moments, he reached his high and released his hot seed into your mouth. He threw his head back with a rather loud moan, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his skull as you proceeded to pull away. Cum dripping from the corners of your mouth, the young man raised his head and tenderly wiped the droplets dripping down your chin with the pad of his thumb.
“Swallow all of it,” Ithaqua demanded, pressing his thumb against your lower lip. Reluctantly, you swallowed the bitter liquid and licked away the excess from his thumb. “You did so well for me, love…” He purred as he gently wiped away the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
Half-lidded almond eyes met yours, his lips curling into a cheeky grin as he palmed your chest. With a quick and sudden push, he pinned you down against the cushioned mattress like a predator catching its prey. You had let out a squeak upon impact whilst he hovered over you, a slender finger placed over your lips as he hushed you. You swallowed anxiously, a hand running down your bare waist as he carefully observed your expressions.
Oh, how he adored your expressions. The lovely face you’d make whenever he’d caress your bare skin. He adored your smile, and how the corners of your eyes wrinkled out of pure joy. He especially admired the look on your face when you’d beg on your knees for mercy as he readied his axe to strike. The way your e/c eyes widened in apprehension never ceased to send shivers down his spine and make him weak in the knees.
Loose strands of his silver hair tickled your ruby-tinted cheeks as he planted his lips against yours, prodding his tongue past your lips into your mouth. You elicited a moan as his tongue danced with yours, his icy hands trailing down your body. They traced miscellaneous symbols as he ravaged your mouth. His fingertips stopped at your sex, lightly brushing against it and causing you to shudder.
He pulled away from the kiss, his light-colored eyes meeting yours. “May I?” “Yes… Please.” Without another word, he inserted his fingers delicately into your heat. He was rather careful with his touch, being mindful of his sharp nails as he slowly rubbed your sensitive spot. You had let out a breathy moan, watching as he moved his fingers in and out of you with such precision.
Ithaqua was quite deft with his fingers, moving them at a steady pace whilst stroking your soft spot. You observed him, unnoticeably moving your hips as he stroked. “My, eager, aren’t you?” Ithaqua remarked. “Don’t be such a tease…” He could only chuckle in response, his eyes fixed on your sex as he pumped his fingers into your core.
Your breathing became labored as he continued to assault your sweet spot, uttering words of praise in between moans. You breathily spoke his name like an incantation, your hands clutching the bed sheets in ecstasy. “Look at you… You’re such a mess already…” He teased, witnessing your face flush a shade of crimson.
With a smirk, he curled his fingers and ruthlessly began to pump them inside of you at a brisk pace. You tensed around his fingers, becoming a moaning mess beneath him. Huffing and puffing upon his touch, you called out his name like a broken record. You gazed upon him with tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Ithaqua… I’m…”
“Hold it,” Ithaqua demanded. “You can do that, can you not?” “Ithaqua… I… Please…” “Please what?” “Please… Let me come…” You pleaded, his eyes fixed on yours as he continued to strike at your sensitive spot. “Please, Ithaqua… just let me…” You bucked your hips forward, a complete mess you were.
You harshly bit down on your lower lip as your back arched slightly. The hunter purposely slowed his pace, occasionally coming to a halt with a sadistic grin on his face. You had let out a groan of desperation, hot tears streaming down your flushed face. With his opposite hand, he shoved his thumb into your mouth, his thumb lightly brushing against your warm tongue as you panted. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes as your chest began to heave, moaning into his hand as he ravaged your insides.
The young man had a grin on his face as you began to tremble beneath him, your walls tensing around his fingers. “Mmh…” You whimpered, as you began to feel a tight coil building up in your stomach. Your thighs trembling as you closed your eyes as you thrust your hips into his fingers, arching your back as the coil grew tighter with each passing moment. Ithaqua leaned forward, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered. “You’re doing so well… Just a bit longer, dear.”
You whined, your breathing became labored as you neared your high. You felt the coil threaten to burst with each stroke, your toes curling as droplets of tears rolled down your scarlet cheeks. You dug your nails into the mattress as you mewled. You let out a muffled gasp as you tensed once more, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washing over you as you arched your back. You could’ve sworn you had seen the stars as you moaned uncontrollably into his hand which muffled your sounds, your hot liquid spilling onto his fingers.
Hot tears spilled down your scarlet-tinted cheeks as you exhaled, your body quivering beneath him. With a sigh, he pulled his hands away from you. Examining your warm essence on his fingers as he spoke. “How disappointing… You did not last even a minute.” Running his tongue over his slender fingers, tasting the past minutes of your involvement. “Open.”
You opened your mouth agape, the young man leaning in and shoving his tongue past your lips. He explored your mouth once more, the bittersweet taste of your essence against your tongue. You closed your eyes, placing a hand on his warm cheek whilst his tongue ventured alongside yours. His hands were all over your bare skin, palming in circular motions. He invaded your mouth until he was done with you, saliva connecting both your moist lips.
“You taste terrible…” Ithaqua spoke, venom laced within his words. He knew he was speaking falsehoods, yet he could not bring himself to speak with sincerity. You could only mutter a pitiful apology under your breath as tears poured from your e/c eyes, he had a piercing gaze that made your heart skip a beat. “Spare the crocodile tears, love. We have no need for them. After all, you’ve got what you wanted. Did you not?”
The hunter rose from the bed, readjusting himself into his clothes. He retrieved his cloak from the marble floor, a miffed expression on his pale face. “Yes, but I…” “What is it?” You sighed, lowering your gaze. You couldn’t dare speak another word. The young man fetched your clothes which were scattered along the bedroom floor, tossing them by your side. “Get dressed. There’s a match at dusk. I cannot risk being reprimanded once again by the baron.”
“You’ll… stick to your word, correct?” You inquired, raising the bedsheets to your chest to sheathe your naked body. “Why would I not?” Said the hunter as he picked up his mask. Seemingly fixated on the broken mirror in front of him, he had a noticeable scowl on his face upon seeing his reflection. “A deal’s a deal, is it not? Don’t you fret, I’ll spare you and your friends the trouble. However…” Ithaqua turned on his heels to face you as he placed on his mask. “Do not expect me to be merciful this time around, understood?”
…
"Understood.”
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Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration
Menu
Food
- Naib's Homemade! Omurice made specially for you
- The notes Frederick plays turn into cheese of this Hamburg Plate!?
- Burke secretly shared with us the Clam Chowder that is sure to please your palate!
- Created by Percy through trial and error : The ultimate “exquisite curry”
- Pancake plater with salad that Philip was particular about the dough
Desserts
- Invitation from Eli♪ Let's eat Caramel cake together~
- Orange parfait found at Melly
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- For every beverage that you bought, you will get 1 random coaster
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SYNOPSIS: Lyney wanted to do one last trick, and he found the right person to do it with. (gen. neutral reader) [ IDENTITYV AU ]
CW/s: Lyney goes a bit too rough with thief! reader, implied major character death (part 1 of 3) with hunter Lyney, but the second part is not an x reader oops (might publish it tomorrow after classes w/ the x reader variant)
"Step right up, dear guest! Come right inside the box right here…"
Lyney's voice echoed as he urged the guests in his show to watch, and just as always (with his partner and sister, Lynette) he showcases the trick and the preparation he made for it.
Although it was a trick he knew he can pull off with ease, he still wanted to make sure that they were safe. You can never know if the trick fails, after all.
"Now!" he called to the audience, "I will make our dear guest disappear from this box…"
He gestures to the box a ways away from him, then to the one next to him.
"… And appear to this box, right here!"
The audience cheered as they knew it wouldn't fail. It shouldn't fail.
"Now, I ask of you to count to 60! It'd be bad if I send them to someplace like the manor, wouldn't it?"
…?
Manor? Like, Oletus?
"Alright, start counting!"
60…
59…
58…
...
…
5…
4…
3…
2…
"… One."
The unfortunate 'guest' of the hour had fallen to the ground when they were hit with one of Lyney's 'tricks', feeling their body ache as they skidded down.
Their head began to ring as the grim-malkin cat that tagged along with him slam them with enough force to send them flying. It felt as though their head has hit a wall or something so tough to have cause a concussion.
The male twin chuckled and walked over, whistling so to retrieve the phantom feline. Soon, he crouched down, purple eyes twinkling in amusement.
… And malice.
"Poor, poor thief… Why, I thought you'd put up more of a fight!"
Grabbing their waist, he tied them up in balloons, whistling as he carried them up.
"No matter," he mused, ignorant of their struggles as he walked off to the chair. "Let's continue the fun, shall we?"
"After all, what's a magician to do without an audience watching?"
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Hello! It's been a long time since I post here.
☆ Introduction ☆
I'm Chiwo, Self-Taught Artist, 20 Years old.
They/them
I like to study artstyles sometimes. If you see a tad bit of change in my art, yeah, that's the inconsistency there.
I draw mostly IdentityV. This page is only dedicated to post Luchinini ( Luchino x Antonio ) and Jackjos ( Jack x Joseph ). Sometimes I post other ships such as Rickmare ( Nightmare x Frederick ), HasturAlva and so on. Please be respectful of the ships I drew here.
I will also be posting my art commissions here.
The rest of my art will be on Twitter, I'm mainly active there so sorry if I'm rarely responsive! I'll try my best to be active on other socmed platforms.
Beware of the sensitive topics of the art I post such as mild g0r3, depressing or suggestive themes. If you are uncomfortable of such unfollow and block me.
✨ Have a wonderful day!
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// I am doing Identity V commissions if anyone is interested! I'm not desperate for anything yet, just posting it in case someone wants some stuff of my pieces. Please feel free to DM me on Tumblr or use my discord justmandika!
Chibis
Sketch - 185 echos
Color + Finish - 305 echos
Full Bodies
Sketch - 305 echos + 690 echos
Color + Finish - 2025 echos
Rules:
- No NSFW
- Step-by-step progression process. (I show sketch, then color, then finish, etc. Updated news.)
- You will pay me at the watermarked stage. Do not try to skimp me because I do take time and effort to do these things.
- No last-minute changes when I start to color (mainly shade), please. Again, it takes a lot of time and work.
Will Draw:
- Survivors and Hunters
- Gore (Not intense tho)
- Ships (Canon x OC, Oc x Oc, Canon x Canon, etc.
(I can do other styles as well. It does not have to be mainly IDV. But for the sake of currency, I can make exceptions. )
Please use the topup site for payment. My ID is 14511368, I am in the NA / EU Servers.
https://pay.neteasegames.com/identityv/topup
I reserve the right to refuse any commissions that violate my rules
// Don't hesitate to ask for my references in DMs as well! I will provide examples of my work, and you may decide if you'd like to work with me or not!!
// Thank you, and have a good night! ^^
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[Proxy] Lawson x IdentityV collab
Hello, I'm opening proxy for everyone who wants the exclusive in-game skin for postman.
How to do it:
You can obtain skin by collecting 6 stamp. You can collect stamp by purchasing certain snack that is marked in the store.
I'll buy the cheapest snack available in the store. Usually it cost between 1200 to 1500JPY for 6 stamps, depends on what's available in the store.
Code will be sent to me at 12PM the day after. So please do no ask me for it immediately
You can get 1-2 clearfile too by purchasing snack, please choose between: Postman, Mercenary, Toy Merchant, Little Girl, Fools Gold and Hermit. Stock is limited (esp with Postman) so please prepare something in case it's sold out.
You can let me know if you want the clearfile only or the snack to be shipped.
Also collaboration goods is available for preorder
Big acrylic standee: 3300JPY
Small standee: 1650JPY
Tapestry: 3820JPY
BIg Towel: 5500JPY
Keychain set: 5940JPY
You can DM me here or at my twitter (angelic1408) to place your order
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eeeeeeeeeee hello i desire orphy crumbs so , can i send a letter in for a drabble / headcanon list for a pining over reader orpheus ? if you’re gonna go for the drabble , gender neutral afab reader please , please take your time with it even though i’m desperate for orpheus content
OBSERVER'S NOTE :
“ The novelist, you say? Hm... Interesting. I hope what I made brought justice as I didn't want to delay this much longer. Truth be told, I had contemplated having the reader pine over Orpheus, but him pining over them is much more funnier.
Am I slandering him? Perhaps. However, it's not like he can stop me, hehe! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the headcannons! (I also did both pining reader and in reverse because I love teasing both sides. Mutual pining, am I right?)”
Mutual Pining Headcannons for: Orpheus
Dear God, save this man.
Orpheus is not a hot mess. Well, usually he isn't. For many others, the man is built solely to intrigue those who try to figure him out— his identity is a mystery, but many don't seem to bite the bait due to his more... Inhumane counterpart.
Does he mind? No, not necessarily. He enjoys having to live in peace without people badgering him for what he is, and in that regard, he never saw the point of trying to have another interest in him.
... until now.
Seeing you was one thing, but dear God, he can be such a mess. He didn't knew why a novelist such as him would falter, but it was almost like you had him in his hands.
Just what are you? You seem to have an air of mystery, and yet he can read others like an open book. It was almost like your door has been locked, and he needed to find a way to open it.
And that intrigued him.
It started out small, actually. He found you interesting after a few matches. You could've been a veteran for your skills, and yet, as he spoke to you... You confided that you were not.
You were new, you told Orpheus. But he noticed that you were a quick learner— quick to pick up things that many in your shoes wouldn't be able to.
To many survivors, that seems as though you're tooting your own horn; you were bragging on how quicker you noticed those signs, how you didn't cower in fear or became stupidly headstrong like the others. To them, you acted haughty for saying such words.
But to Orpheus? He found it a breath of fresh air. A sort of answer that is so different from many, from those with many faces— and that is what hooked him to try and figure you out.
It proceeded on as normal, but you found yourself in the company of the ever elusive Novelist after that. He was always so hard to reach him, so difficult to find— and yet with you, he seem to miraculously turn up and be with you in your misadventures.
Even the other survivors, notably the Journalist and even the Entomologist, made comments to him on how he's forming such an attachment.
On how he— the myth of the man whose identity cannot be traced— was growing attached. To you.
Orpheus didn't believe it at first. He found you interesting, he said. Why wouldn't he be so intrigued with someone who is so different from the others?
It shot down the initial assumptions, yes, but it didn't mean it stopped many others from saying that he's growing a fondness for you. For you, as the other survivors never reached said level with him.
The Novelist was never close to many, but only for specific individuals. And even then, it was under a thin veil of courtesy.
But to you... Said courtesy has been an afterthought; and it was like he focused on what truly matters aside from it.
And after a night spent in an event, one that took of pictures with the Novelist, Journalist, and you in the frame... He realized it.
He... Was growing fond of you.
Nay, he was growing feelings for you.
He didn't knew if you noticed it, but after the fireworks has ceased and fizzled out, he began to try and do different approaches. To you, he still acted the same.
But to the others? He acted differently.
He began to write ideas, but it mostly revolved around you. He began to grow fond of them and write stories of such length— fantasies that has some part of your character in it.
Orpheus was the Novelist, no one can deny, but even they can tell just how smitten he got.
It was a slow build up, however, for he feared one thing:
Would you ever see him as a monster if you knew?
Oh, but what a fool he was. He didn't even knew the truth behind those simple interactions you two had, didn't he?
For him to realize that he has fallen for you, he has neglected to realize that you, too, have fallen for the Novelist.
It was a cliché of all time— two remarkable individuals in a manor chock full of morally questionable and dubious individuals, and yet even they can see the way you look at Orpheus.
After all, no one is spared or exempted from the matter of mystery. You were of no exemption, but perhaps that mystery from him enraptured you.
You always found him fascinating, hadn't you? To think that the elusive Novelist felt the same as you have, but no man can convince either of you to admit such feelings.
Orpheus may have a keen eye, but even he falls short to how you, too, have fallen for him.
For all of his flaws, his mistakes, his glory— you have grown fond of him, as he does to you.
“ Ah... I did not expect to see you again. Hm, perhaps you'd like to indulge me in my works? I'd like to see your perspective in this. ... Hm? Oh, this premise I'm writing is about a lovesick man... ”
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TO THE STARS ABOVE.
( night watch ) + gn!reader
happy birthday @rieuvie ♡ , ooc probs , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
Night Watch is undoubtedly one of the more ruthless Hunters found in the Oletus Manor. Most if not all of his matches end in the Survivors being obliterated and their bodies left with aches and scars that only time can heal.
However, there has been someone who’s broken through the fortress he’s put up to protect himself [ somehow… ] and has helped him learn what it feels like to be loved all over again.
Happy Birthday, Riel.
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“Ithaqua, for the last time,” you say, trying to attract his attention. “where are we going?”
Unfortunately, your plea has fallen on deaf ears, as have the thousands of others you’ve thrown his way in the past 10 minutes. All that’s happened is your boyfriend picking you up bridal style and saying he’s taking you somewhere special. Nothing more, nothing less.
He hums before ‘answering’ your question. “I think you’ll know soon enough.” As if it’s the best response he could give you. And, in truth, maybe it is. Ithaqua has been a bit distant from you lately. Chances are that it's due to the onslaught of stress and depression the manor already provides, but your mind likes to jump to other conclusions. Conclusions of leaving you to side to try and survive these retched games.
The halls of the manor are eerily quiet and void of anyone in sight, minus the clacking of Ithquas stilts, making his presence known to whoever hears them. The only person you manage to spot is Orpheus, knee-deep in a newspaper burnt at the edges. He catches your eyes and gives you a knowing look.
You wonder what it meant.
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You groggily rub your eyes and stretch your arms into the heavens above you before looking around. You're not sure when [ or where ] you fell asleep, but the view outside is nice at least.
You feel your arms wrap around your waist, and, at first, you don’t recognize the hands of your lover. Nor have you noticed the checkered red and black picnic cloth you’ve been sitting on. The cake though is a delightful surprise and— where are you?
You whip your head around and almost clang it against Ithaquas. Your eyes widen as only now does his face come into view and now you're falling into the bushes right next to you and—
“Baby, are you alright?” He says in such a sweet voice that it almost sounds out of character for him. [ cause it is, bitch. ] Although, it doesn’t take you long for you to nod your head and step out of his lap and into the scene he’s set up all by himself.
“Wow, Ithaqua, it’s beautiful.” You say, gazing at the colors in front of you.
“Me or the Sunset doll face?” He chuckles, making you let out a small giggle at his idiotic remark. “I thought I’d do something nice for you ‘cause, I know, it’s your birthday and all.”
You kiss his cheek. “It’s lovely. Now, how about we celebrate a little, huh?” You say, draping your arms around his neck before he picks you up and spins you around.
“Happy birthday, idiot.”
a/n: SO out of character because god knows this is the first [ and probably last ] time I’m ever writing for him,,,,but I’d do it again for you Riel. Happy birthday 🎂.
© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!
#⋆˚ 💗˖° HEAD OVER HEELS!#Orpheus mention cause yk I had to…#ithqua idv#idv x reader#idv#identity v x reader#identity v x you#night watch idv#night watch x reader#fanfiction#identity v#identityv#fanfic#idv fic#idv x gn reader#ithaqua x reader
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one moment you see Punishing Gray Raven having collab with Black Rock Shooter, Alchemy Stars having collab with Persona 5, IdentityV having collab with xxxHOLIC
what next I’ll wake up to a collab with Solo Leveling?
Actually AS x SL will be insane
Jinwoo as 6★ Water/sub Fire Converter Aurorian with sub DPS potential man—
#dear god please#PGR with SL will be SICK#Alchemy Stars too ngl#jinwoo can easily be water-fire converter with DPS potential#he places a shadow soldier on one tile and with his skill can teleport to any tile that has shadow soldier in it#and if he doesn’t those tiles are simply convert to water tiles#now i made myself sad#ffs
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~Blissful Death~
Chapter 4
Fandom- IdentityV
Paring- Naib Surbedar (Mercenary) x Oc
Au- Man in Red Essence, loosely following the essence trailer and skin descriptions
Major Content Warnings- Prominent Themes of Death
Word Count- 4310
Chapter Summary- Curiosity was eating at Ulysses the longer they stayed, the more questions needed to be answered. It was finally time to get it from the source of it all, even if there may be a hard decision in the end.
Notes/Comments- This entire chapter took me a while thanks to doing art project. I have yet to make chapter art, but this is more of a slow paced chapter. I’ll update this entire post with the art that may come soon.
Previous Chapter
Throughout the passing weeks, Ulysses passes by the seventh door within the residential sect only giving it passing glances. Things were relatively quiet within the fall days in the Crimson Castle, Naib has been taken away to take care of organizational matters, Violetta has been tending to the castle gardens, Kevin is always avoidant of him, Edgar was researching to help him yet adamant about Ulysses not joining, and Ann is usually in solitude with Apostle. Almost everyone is wrapped up in their own affairs and has left Ulysses to explore the place he now calls home.
The unicorn got up in the morning and haphazardly put on a simple robe for the day and set out. He had made no progress on helping Luca and it was telling that Edgar is reaching many dead ends while searching through many books and old manuscripts. Ulysses didn’t want to fret, there just has to be something they haven’t found and that door is the key.
He stood before the seventh door and eyes the aged boards on it. He took hold of one and pulled at it with all his might only to fall back once it broke off. He was quick to look around to see if anyone heard anything, but the halls were empty. He heaved a sigh of relief and went back to ripping off the boards until-
“Hey! What are you doing?”
Ulysses turned around to see Margaretha right behind him looking confused.
“Uh- It’s not what it looks like!”
“It is what it looks like silly! You are trying to see what’s inside that door! Who can blame you? Everyone is dying to know why it was boarded up for years. Even when I arrived here, I was told to stay away from it.”
“Really? You aren’t mad?”
“Not one bit, in fact, I am just as curious as you. Come on, open it!”
“W-wait! Just promise me you won’t tell Naib. I know you are his friend and all, so I just wanna avoid misunderstandings!.”
“I don’t need to tell him. There are things he doesn’t need to know since he is the one who likes to not tell us anything. I asked him about the door when I first came here and he kept skirting around it as if it was a bad memory. It seemed like he almost cried.”
“Then I shouldn’t let myself in this room.” Ulysses stopped now looking worried at the very thing he wanted to break into. “I came here trying to find answers as I feel like nothing I ask will give me the truth. I just feel at a loss here.”
“I hear ya. But I’ll be sure to board this room up once we finish searching inside. You have my word.”
With hesitation, the duo opened the door to reveal a dusty room. Everything seemed like a cast-off memory with cobwebs and old toys on the floor, the entire place was an apartment as it had two bedrooms and a small living area. The room on the right as they went inside was a kid’s room filled with dolls and playthings. The bed wasn’t touched in ages. It seemed like whoever it was never expected to come back to this place. The room on the left was more of an adult's room as it was just a simple setup, there were many starry paintings along the walls. Ulysses looked deeper inside and searched through the drawers of the dresser to find women's clothes. He went on to look into the nightstand and pulled out a dusty frame, he swiped away at the glass to reveal a painting of a lovely woman with flowing pink hair and a bright smile as she held a baby in a swaddle, what stuck out most is her horn on her head.
He almost threw the frame in shock, but he just stood there looking dumb at the frame until Margaretha came to see what he found.
“Wow, she looks just like you- Oh. Is that..?”
“My mother. What is her picture doing here?”
“Maybe she was a resident here? But this has to be before the Lord took up the throne, right? Did she know his father?”
“I don’t know, but this all isn’t adding up and that’s what I hate the most about it. First Naib’s unconditional kindness, the banquet, and now this. What else is he hiding?”
Margie inspected the framed painting and pointed out a signature on it.
“Look! The painting was made by Edgar’s father. He used to be a frequent member of this castle until he and Naib had a falling out. Supposedly it was over Naib requesting an impossible painting some years back, though Edgar did come here when he was sixteen to pick up his father’s work. I remember Naib telling me all about it one night when he requested my presence.”
“Surprised he told you something so personal.”
“What can I say? I just am a good listener. I mean I never expected to be friends with him as he is a reserved man. Most of his inner circle doesn’t have their own opinions, so I guess he just wants me there as a confidant. That kind of changed now that you are here of course. When he and I run errands, he always talks about you and how happy he is that you returned here.”
“But I never remembered being here. Not one bit. This is concerning me more that my mother and I have been here without my knowledge.”
“I don’t know, but I’ll go search around more and see what I can find.”
The two split to look for clues just to find more old antiques and knickknacks all of astronomy. His mother adored it and always took him out in the woods to stargaze with her when she was still alive. It swept him in emotions finding old star maps, diagrams, and drawings of constellations. There were some that even he drew in crude pencil drawings. Looking within his old room, he sifted through the nearby toy chest and found some papers of more childish art. One of a blue butterfly, another of a tree under a sunny sky, and one where it was him and another person he couldn’t make out, even by squinting, enjoying a picnic near the castle. His headaches badly trying to even recall who the person is in the drawing. It even made Margie concerned for him as she was quick to take the drawings and put them back.
“That was Naib wasn’t it.” Margie held his head in her hands as she massaged his temples for him. “That drawing looks just like him without all the butterflies. It seems you two were friends before from that picture.”
“My head hurts even trying to remember! How could I have known him before? I know Edgar said I possibly lost my memory and-“
“Edgar? You talked with him?”
Ulysses froze.
“Yes. He wanted to know if I knew him before cause supposedly Naib was reminiscing about us when I was asleep. I didn’t want to believe him, but he gave me hard proof…”
“Say no more. I won’t tell Naib but just know to be careful around Edgar. The little guy gets himself in a lot of trouble to prove his crazy theories of this place, though…I don’t think he is crazy anymore. Look. Let’s just go for now before someone-“
“Someone what?” The two jumps at the new voice to find it was Violetta looking at the two with a stern look and her tapping her “feet” in frustration.
“Ah- Violetta we were just-“
“Save it, Ulysses. You know I’m gonna have to tell the lord of what you two did.”
“But it was my idea! Margie was just keeping me in line!”
“Margaretha, is this true?”
“U- Yes! I was making sure that he didn’t break anything and looked around without causing trouble. He was beyond curious and he just wanted to see what was inside is all.”
Violetta was still not happy.
“Glad you kept him in line, but go now before I also report you too! He and Ulysses will have a chat.”
The dancer was quick to scurry out of the room soon followed by Violetta holding the unicorn tightly by the arm. The two made their way into a section of the castle he never explored, the winding corridors revealing an elaborate parlor room with a fireplace crackling. Kevin stood guard next to the armchair facing the hearth while the violinist played sweetly in the corner. Naib paid no attention to the newcomers as he kept his empty gaze on the fire before him. Kevin was quick to whisper in his ear, notifying him of their arrival.
“What do you want, Violetta? Are your binds loose again? I can fix them in a little while. After all, we can’t have your mobility aid wear down when winter is approaching quicker than usual.”
“No, in fact, it’s much more serious. Ulysses broke into the forbidden room.”
The man in red sharply turned in surprise, the unicorn couldn’t help but cower in his piercing gaze.
“Vio, please sit him near me. You, Kevin, and Antonio leave me immediately.”
“Yes, my Lord.” They all spoke in unison as Violetta sat Ulysses on the armchair next to her leader. The three of them left the room quickly and shut the doors behind them.
The silence was suffocating. The two of them just sat staring at the fire. It seemed like there were words to be said, yet they didn’t know how to convey it.
It was then Naib broke the silence.
“Did you know that I can’t feel the warmth of a fire or another person? My entire body is cold to the touch. Touch my gloved hand.” His voice sounded distant, but Ulysses hesitated before touching the deep red glove Naib presented. It was as he said. Colder than ice. “You might be asking why I have brought this on, ‘How could my body temperature relate to you breaking in your old room?’ It’s simple really. Nothing here was as it was years ago. I was once a normal person with warm skin. You were once a resident of this castle, surely you know that. I’m done pretending you don’t remember anything. You know that you and your mother were great friends with my parents before.”
“Naib-“
“Let me finish.
I cared a lot about you when we both were here in this castle. Things were normal. Life in this purgatory world was beautiful with you in it, even if we were just friends back then. I knew that there was something greater for both of us. You, a future astronomer and singer, I, ruler of this world just as my father before me did. I wanted you to stay with me forever and rule beside me. Even as I was young, I never knew how to even tell you that. Though that never came to be as I have inadvertently hurt you and made you leave me.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. Naib, I got inside that room to find answers about why you-”
“Let me guess, the painter told you that we met before?” Naib scoffed. “You remember. You just don’t want to admit it. You don’t want to admit that I drove you away.”
“That isn’t true! I never knew you in my life! My home was in the Safe Side within the forest. I lived there with my mother ever since I was a baby.” Naib was quick to shoot a gaze at the unicorn that shut him up quickly.
“Even if you don’t remember, I will make sure you do! How can you not remember the accident?! The day I ruined your right eye?! The moments of us running around in this castle? Moments where we promised we would stick together until we die in this plane? How can you not remember?!” He was now choking up as he spoke. “I want you to remember! I lost you and you finally came back to me! That has to mean something! You knew to come back to me! I’m not buying that bullshit that you lost your memory!”
“Naib…I don’t remember anything about this place. I never knew we were friends. Have I meant that much to you?”
“You don’t know how lonely I was since I got this plague! You don’t know how much I missed you as I waited and waited. I always clung to that stupid hope you would come back somehow, and you did. You are home! We finally are together after twelve fucking years! You said that you’ll meet me back at our favorite tree! You said you’d come back and you did!” Naib now was letting the tears stream as the butterfly on his right eye flew off revealing a scarred eye, his hands now clenching the armchair in pent-up frustration. “I punished myself every single day for making you leave. I don’t dare look out of my eye as punishment for making yours useless. I can never forgive myself for doing it to you those years ago!”
“Naib! You don’t need to punish yourself! I’m here, aren’t I? I may not remember our years together, but I am not going to let you do this to yourself.” Ulysses sprung to his side and stopped short of drying his tears. He looked frantically for something to help, settling on a discarded paper on the floor. He carefully dried Naib’s tears making sure their skin doesn’t touch. This only made the other blubber out more in cries. He nudged the unicorn aside and dried his eyes on his own.
“I always was a pathetic friend. I harbored a deep love for you for so long and now I can’t even hold you in my arms knowing you’ll die.” The butterfly returned to him as it took its place back on his face. “I wish you remembered! I wish you knew how much I cared.” He held the unicorn’s head in his hands as the other knelt before him. “You don’t know how much I longed for you and shut myself out of that old room. It’s a forbidden place for me to go. It just reminds me of my failures and what I have done to you.”
“Well. For what it’s worth, I don’t remember what you did. I’m not upset at you and I am beyond fine living my life with only one working eye. It was like I was born with it.
Don’t worry so much about what you did, okay? This is a clean slate for you in a way. I may not remember anything of my life before, but this is a fresh start. We can start over!”
“Start over?” Naib looked at him in disbelief which turned back into self-deprecation. “I don’t deserve it after what I did! I don’t want to hurt you again!”
“Naib stop it! You aren’t hurting me now nor will you ever. I adore you and I am not letting you talk about yourself like this!” Ulysses nuzzled into Naib’s hands in an attempt to reassure him. “I feel safe with you and I mean it honestly. Seeing you get mad at yourself for something so long ago is taking away from the fact we reunited. Enjoy this time we have.”
“But I know you will leave me again. I want you to stay with me like how we both wanted back then.”
“Well, why not come with me to the Safe Side once I do leave and we can live together like you wanted?”
“But why won’t you stay here? You belong here as you were born and raised in this world. Don’t you want to stay here in the castle with me? We’ll be together for all eternity compared to the Safe Side…I have the ability to do that here in this world.” Naib fell silent as he caressed Ulysses’s face lovingly.
“I-“ He was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to choose. Stay in this world or go home? It truly felt like he never belonged in both, yet home is where his life was destroyed in one night. The Other Side is where people welcomed him with open arms. His promise to Luca was still fresh in his mind as he cozied himself into the loving touches. Choosing this place would mean betraying his friend. Going home means betraying Naib. Ulysses furrowed his brows as he was mulling over it. The other seemed to take note of his indecision and lifted the unicorn’s chin to look at him.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you answer right away. You’ve only been here for a small while and I don’t want you to stress about it. Just focus on getting settled in and relax.” He let go of the unicorn and took the paper he used and placed it on the other’s lips, placing a quick kiss onto it before taking it off the other. Ulysses’s face quickly burned bright red as he was now stammering nonsense. “Just make sure to tell me before the year ends, okay? It’s already Fall, so I expect by Winter you will have your decision. This Winter is approaching quicker than usual, but you still have time.”
Naib got up and took one last look at the fire before standing by the door. He motioned for his love to follow, and so the two were walking through the castle walls and out into the chilly outside. The sun felt far away and the sky seemed gray and filled with dead leaves flying away. Yet within the castle gardens, it was pristine as can be with bright red roses in full bloom, showing their petals for the world to see. The duo stood in the middle of it and Naib couldn’t help but have a smug face on.
“This garden is the lifeblood of my congregation. The roses that bloom here always are picked by everyone and given to Violetta to purify and be given to new members. They also serve a special purpose aside from a lovely gift, as you will see in the coming Blood Moon Ball. She and I take great pride in this place, though she mainly takes care of things here. My garden back in the Safe Side is what I care for the most as our favorite place is there. Both places are important to me.”
Ulysses took a rose in hand and inspected it. Compared to many plants he looked at, its petals were warm and felt silky to the touch. He put it close to his heart warming himself to keep the fall chill away.
“It feels like magic is coursing through it. How did you even plant these?”
“Magic is everywhere here unlike the Safe Side, for instance.” Naib took the flower from Ulysses and made it burst into a glorious flame in his hand. He grabbed the unicorn’s hand, letting the other touch the magic fire. Ulysses was about to flinch but was stunned to see that it wasn’t burning him, only giving a much greater warmth in the autumn chill. Naib gave Ulysses the flower back before walking along the garden path with the others following close. “Flowers like these grow exclusively at this castle as a result of my father and mother researching methods to save me from this plague I bear. These flowers are a great treasure as their futile efforts to ‘save me’ from myself brought an accidental beauty.”
“You keep referring to your powers as a plague. Is that why we can’t touch..?”
“You and the entire realm beyond can’t lay a finger on me. Knowing that I am the sole ruler of this purgatory, I am the only connection from here to the Overworld. That was jeopardized when I stumbled upon a butterfly that bore this curse as a boy. My parents worked themselves to death just trying to figure out how to remove it just for me to succeed to the throne and maintain the family tradition. I don’t care anymore about it as I still succeeded regardless. It’s like they were trying to remove part of me.”
“Ah- It’s a burden you have to carry then?”
“In some cosmic irony, yes. I carry everyone’s fear and sadness alongside this horrid curse. Who knew doing so made them last forever? They all love me for doing so and making them feel free. I surround myself with them as I feel needed.” He fell silent now seeming to reminisce. Ulysses didn’t want to bother with another question, so he left it at that. Naib wrapped an arm around him, careful to not let his exposed chest be near the other. The unicorn held the rose close as he relished the covered touch, now warmed by the rose’s fire. Naib truly felt cold to the touch even with a covered arm, but strangely it felt warm to him like some long smoldered crackling of a flame.
They both walked in silence around the castle grounds, earning some confused glances their way from their fellow subjects. They even went past Kevin who seemed pretty dejected seeing Ulysses in his Master’s arm and wasn’t punished for his grave offense. Violetta was quick to give him a little smack on his shoulder to focus his gaze elsewhere as the two walked past, but it didn’t stop him as he was close to haunting their path. Emily had to be the one to pull him aside and give him a scolding.
By the time night fell, the two were laughing and running to hide behind some stone pillars as they were clumsily carrying many pastries through the castle corridors, the chef was shouting annoyed curses at the two while they ran.
“If you wanted pastries, you could’ve asked me! Now I need to replace some for the coming ball!”
“Sorry~! I’ll repay you Jose by not telling Kevin your silly crush on him! Maybe I can even get him to dance with you~!” Jose could only sputter more annoyed curses before marching back to the kitchen in defeat. Both Naib and Ulysses were now in hysterics as they ran into the residential sect, diving into the vine-ridden room. They laid out the spoils of their conquest on the bed and snacked as they pleased giggling without a care in the world.
“Did you see his face?! He was so annoyed it looked like his mustache was frowning!”
“I don’t wanna imagine how Emily will feel once I swipe her syringe and fill it with juice!”
They laughed and laughed now exchanging more mischievous ideas as they ate until they grew tired. Naib offered for the unicorn to stay the night in his room like before, but Ulysses reluctantly refused and wanted to sleep in his own bed. Naib was a little disappointed their fun had to be cut short, but he waved his love off as he left and went out to the hall-
“Hey! What the hell were you doing?!” Ulysses jumped, seeing Edgar drag him into his room and locked the door. “I saw you buddy buddy with the asshole! I thought you were looking for how to get out of here!”
“Uh- Well, I kinda did. I found something out-“
“Spit it out!”
“I was getting to it! Naib said that he is the only link to the Overworld. He didn’t give specifics, just that bit. I tried to look in that boarded-up door for answers and found it was an old living space me and my mother occupied. I couldn’t remember anything of it, but it does prove you right that me and Naib met before. I don’t know why my memory is obscured!” Edgar facepalmed in disappointment at Ulysses's report.
“So you found jackshit. Everyone knows that Naib could only travel into the Overworld! He never brings any of us Purgatory souls up there 'cause we never needed to.”
“Well, he also gave me an ultimatum.”
“What do you mean ultimatum?!”
“Uh. He said that I have to choose between staying here with him or going back to the Overworld. He needs the answer before the end of Winter-“
The painter slapped Ulysses unprovoked and shook him by the collar.
“Don’t you dare stay here! Remember the plan to save Luca! Don’t let that jackass die here!”
Ulysses’s expression darkened as he took a sharp inhale before slapping Edgar back much harder than the painter could, removing himself from him.
“I remember and I still am going through with it! I am not leaving my friend here and I can’t believe you think I forgot! I was searching for answers while you haven’t found anything. Things are slowly unraveling and every time I learn something new my head spins and aches! So much confusing feelings happening all at once and you don’t let me digest it!”
The painter scoffed before stomping out of the chambers, slamming the door behind him. Ulysses rubbed at the burning red mark on his face and sat on the edge of his bed.
A flash of white flew by, but it felt like it was just his imagination. He didn’t care as he was too angry to form a coherent thought. Edgar has good intentions, but this was too harsh. A life is at stake and losing composure now just makes things worse.
Ulysses may have not gotten much info, but he gained a new perspective of Naib. Today was seeing a new side of him, unlike his usual charismatic character. It truly felt like Ulysses saw the real Naib, or so that's what he wanted to believe.
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(Charac Interaction i dont know if ur request are open because i cant find it and im dumb :’))
Joseph! did you know you’re my favourite hunter? Youre really cute kind and handsome i would love to hang out with you if we have the time! > <
❦︎A/N: Just look at the invitation(my pinned post/blog profile) sweetie. I dont normally take requests but im feeling generous this time around so i opened a small Idv request event. Theres 3 slots left if you like to request either a drawing or a writing of your fav characs!
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Joseph Desaulniers
"Hah, Im not so sure if 'kind' is the right word to describe me."
The noble hunter brush the lose strands of hair that has been loosen from it's fabric confinement. His shallow eyes stare back at you. Its plain yet majestic blue glows for you. Without pupils to indicate his emotions besides a simple flick of his eyebrows, you can't tell if thats his indifference towards you or simply contemplating.
After a brief moment of silence as you watch him re-adjust and arrange his lucious white locks, he smiled with eyes closed. A soft expression that eases your insecurities. The kind gentlemen you complemented about was right infront of you.
"Nonetheless, je suis flattée."
A small spark of excitement caused heat to rise up to your cheeks; a blush smothering your face and reflects the light from the window. Birds chirping outside to fill in the silence, watching you two interract like a romance movie.
A sly chuckles escaped his lips. His smile grew ever so slightly as his eyes slowly fluttered opened to look at you. "Well–" he mumbled, the breeze carrying his words to your ears as he looks away to the distance. A lone grandfather clock stands at the end of the hallway, the large pendulum swinging patiently as if also waiting for his response.
He turns back to you, his smile still present as he left out a hand towards you.
"Alright, I suppose I have the time to go on a morning stroll."
His hand locks onto yours, the way his slender fingers encase your smaller ones like a perfect fit of a puzzle piece. Before you could say anything to express your gratitude, he suddenly came closer. His face inches away from yours in a split second leaving you no time to react. His expression never changed, but the emotions held inside those mezmerising blue has turned to a slightly darker hue. They bore into your innocent ones with such hunger you familliarize yourself with every hunter.
His was no exception.
"I'd have to say though, how bold of you to step foot in the hunter's wing— mon jolie petite proie."
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