#idv man in red x reader

[asrainstorm]

Might i ask yandere eli(lunar phase), naib (man in red) and joseph (azrael) seperately for nun reader who kills devils as a living?

Hcs please! Also hope ur day is going well! ^^

Well of course, darling, it would be a great pleasure for me :)

Personally love the concept of yandere!Naib/Eli/Joseph, so yeah, I’d write hc’s with joy. Also thank you very much for your request, it’s very interesting: I adore the dynamic of a holy x obsessively in love demon, and everything, so I’m really pleased with it! My day is quite nice, by the way, but I hope that yours is much better! Wish you like these hc’s, hehe

Includes: nun!reader x yandere!Eli (Lunar phase), nun!reader x yandere!Naib (Man in Red), nun!reader x yandere!Joseph (Azrael) — separated

Warnings: headcanons, yandere, obsession, partly religious themes and interactions, references to murder, blood and violence.

[ "The blood moon brings destruction" was his revelation on the night before the moon dissipates ]

— Eli met you in the marble hall, full of aspirations and revelations. His heart had a mystical light before you, but when your presence enveloped his whole being the world lost its meaning.

— Your calm expression was felt on the edges of his hearing almost physically. It was like a flash of light that lit up the entire universe. He will never forget that moment.

— You hardly spoke, but your voice was like the singing of angels. Ah yes, the moon went through all its phases at the moment when you gently asked Edgar how he was feeling, or when you spoke with Fiona's cards. There was no one kinder than you, although you never smiled, never laughed and remained amazingly calm even during matches.

— Oh, there was no limit to Eli's happiness when you were assigned to the same team! Every time! He didn't notice any obsession behind him, of course, but, in fact, there was a problem. Now he didn’t care about the rest of his teammates at all.

— At first he was a little surprised. Although Eli commanded the connection of stars and the light that reflected from the giant solar ball, and his flesh woven from this radiance felt almost nothing... Before you, he made sure that all members of his team remained under the supervision of an owl. Now he didn't feel the need to it, and the main focus of attention was always on you.

— However, it is worth noting that he tried. Sometimes forgot, but mostly sent an owl to everyone. Mostly rescued others from the chair. Mostly helped when being asked. Mostly… Argh, well, you see, it’s very hard to pretend that he was worried about the fate of his teammates, except yours, so soon he just stopped.

— And maybe it wouldn’t be noticed by himself at all, but the main problem among other "after-Y/N" problems was the fact that you were openly against him.

— During the matches, no Hunter avoided your rifle, especially if that Hunter was someone in a demon form. You greatly hated them. Hated them to death. At the same time, Eli was partly a demon.

— It was lovely to dream about you: so elegant and so distant. Your sacred presence was burning nearby, when he himself was like an ice; there would be no moonlight without the scorching sun after all, so to look from afar and take care of you forever – why not? Eli could certainly do it.

— But you couldn't. You were brought up harshly, radically, your hands were striped with a ruler, fingers were rough, and every movement was honed to the smallest detail - you were never a fragile girl in trouble, because from the position to which life threw you, weakness and inability to cope on your own were available to anyone else except you. Not being able to get rid of the distracting burning sensation in the back of the head, almost boring into the hole? How pathetic.

— Eli didn't approach, just watched; there was nothing wrong with that for him, because everything came from pure care. It's hard to love, but if there is you for him, then it's okay. And he will do everything to make you happy. Even if he has to stay up all night, holding on to a thin cornice by the window and looking into a thin strip between the curtains - he doesn't need sleep anyway, he can be patient. Even if he has to learn you like an open book, learn your schedule, your tastes and interests - there is a lot of space in his head, not that he has time to find something more interesting. Even if he has to hide in the closet while you're lying down after surgery in the medical wing, where they just don't let him in, Eli will do it to make sure that you're okay, no matter how many days he’d stand there. Just let him enjoy from afar, that's the only thing left. Be kind.

— And look: the one who hurt you is now writhing among his own guts. It's incredibly easy to achieve, don’t worry, no one even realized what happened. Hardly they will suspect the unctuous young man in white robes as a murderer, haha!

— As long as you're fine, he's fine, too. Really, he’s even smiling, look! Smile too, smile for him just once!

— He deserves it!

— But when the ouroboros of your health is unexpectedly interrupted, Eli's blind pupils break, and he, lightened by syzygy, tears the enemy with his claws; snow-white feathers frame the disfigured corpse, but no one cares. Eli is a saint. You're a saint. And only you know how the gilded cloth darkens under the dirty blood…

[ Your fear, "his" blood, and one final bout ]

— You weren't afraid of anything. In a monastery with stained-glass vaults and old crumbling whitewash, you found shelter in a stormy night that took the lives of mom, dad and older brother. Later you were told that what attacked them on the way was a demon.

— To believe in this fairy tale at first seemed utter nonsense. Really, demons? Why then did the angels not descend and pierce them with golden arrows of pure justice, ha? However, very soon your doubts were shattered.

— First of all, of course, they faced the destructive power of the belt, punishing disobedience and the so-called "freedom of thought", and then - the ugly face of a real demon in two inches from your face.

— It turned out that the local nuns were not fragile god’s servants at all. They stood day and night on guard of human peace, tracking down infernal creatures and quartering them, and you, hardened by frequent punishments and awareness of the involvement of the devil's spawn in the incident, did not take long to become one of the best demon hunters.

— So yes, you weren't afraid of anything. However, only with "his" exception.

— "He" was the Man in Red, or so they called "him" in the mansion. Unsociable, closed and straight to the bone piercing with one look… you knew for sure that "he" was a demon, and not just any, but the most malicious of all. The one you should exterminate before everyone else. And, probably, "he" saw this confidence hidden under a layer of crushing horror in your eyes.

— No one knew where "he" came from and why, no one wanted to be in the team with "him", no one, in principle, was eager to be with "him" within a radius of ten kilometers, and the Man in Red "himself" showed no interest in others.

— This attitude towards "him" was quite familiar. People are greedy for their lives, it’s the nature: they grab at the thinnest straws, hanging over the abyss, even if they know that they will not be able to survive, because for them there is nothing more valuable than life. If rebirth is real, then they will never know anyway. "He" knows. In a previous life, "his" name was…

— "Damn it, faster!" you shouted, stunning the Hunter with an ultra-precise shot and quickly freeing "him" from the chair. "It's just the two of us left, so try to survive. I won't come next time!"

— Oh...

— You reeked of fear, your hands trembled treacherously, and you ran away from "him" rather than from the recovered Hunter, but, in fact, it didn't matter. You came to the rescue, even if only for your own salvation, just as irrationally selfish as any other human, and yet, yet you came to the rescue. Perhaps it will be nicer if you just kill "him" yourself? It won’t work, of course, but let this dream continue to warm up your instincts.

— Since that match, the Man in Red has been interested in you. If "his" attention fell on someone, everything in itself became disastrous, and you were just asking for trouble; the barrel of a highly polished rifle always felt like it rested on the back of "his" head. It's only a matter of time before a shotgun is roughly shoved into "his" mouth and the taste of gunpowder is smeared on his tongue…

— However, again, neither one nor the other wouldn’t work, since the Man in Red, fear itself in the flesh, couldn’t be killed. And, unfortunately, "he" suddenly wanted to see the imprint of this truth on your face to the point of itching longing.

— Now others didn't approach you. The survivors were afraid to contact once again with the person who somehow constantly found herself with a Man in Red nearby, and this fact did not please you, as well as them. There was nothing you could do, left in the gnawing loneliness.

— At night you felt "his" presence at your door. In the morning - behind your back when you were walking towards the bathroom. During the day - in the shade of the far corners of the library, in the evening - among the plants in Emma's greenhouse, where you could breathe deeply. It used to be possible, but now constant fear held down the lungs and let in only as much air as "he" wanted. Unbearable.

— Prayers didn't help. As you later found out, the lead and the claws of the Hunters too, because there were not even scratches left on the body of the Man in Red that could be healed.

— The sisters in the monastery used to say that if something cannot be achieved by killing, then it remains only to accept, but how could you accept the constant presence of a demon, gradually turning you into his puppet through the fetters of fear?

— You put thirty-four bullets into "him", six knives, with one piercing through "his" throat and the other through the temporal wall, also tried poisons, strangulation and all this with holy water, of course. "He" didn't care. Only the fact that you sometimes came pretty close to "him" for killing made it possible to tolerate the damage to "his" shell.

— Besides, the horror of a new defeat was very becoming to you, and the Man in Red... Naib-in-the-past liked it damn much. It had been a long time since he had felt emotions.

— So yes, he showed no interest in others. However, only with your exception.

[ He fell from the heavens and brought with him the first falling leaf of the season ]

— Since the tragedy, someone has been visiting your dreams. Color, attire, any details of appearance mercilessly slipped from memory, leaving no chance of identification, but you knew that this wasn’t the enemy. His angelic voice has never left your mind.

— In sorrow and in joy, in sickness and in health, the voice delicately whispered words of consolation or instruction to you, pointing, as it seemed, the right way. And you, brought up in the walls of the worship of divine creatures, trusted him implicitly.

— So, of course, when he ordered you to go to the Oletus Mansion, you didn't throw around questions. Because it was him after all.

— Everything that the Lord decides to send down to us, we are able to overcome, right? And all the trials, no matter how unimaginably difficult they may be, will serve us as a great lesson. You didn't know if this was really the case, but your first match was amazing; really, no one expected that a nun would suddenly take out a rifle and start shooting right and left? You're the best, the one and only.

— "Good girl," his voice whispered that night. "I'm proud of you"

— And suddenly that's all you needed.

— Over the years, no, just a couple of decades spent in terrible conditions of cruelty and isolation, you managed to become, without exaggeration, very dependent on the kind words of a mysterious "friend". They were the only support that saved you from despair, so, of course, hearing praise was all you wanted. Is it possible that someone's brain can lose the craving for life without the simplest set of sounds, called a "voice"? There is a chance to check.

— But you didn't consider your, uh... "little addiction" to be anything bad. The "voice" was there and supported you, and also sounded so angelically beautiful; if he is an angel, which there can be no doubt, then it’s your duty to adore him.

— Well, so the sisters and the holy mother (although there is nothing holy about her) kept saying, but doesn’t matter.

— You loved the "voice" in your head. He was mesmerizing. Gently whispering words of approval, its owner was very eloquent and could convince you of what he wanted; it was always important for a person who grew up in isolation from the kindness to be gently treated, and the "voice" seemed to know it very well. You two have never argued, never quarreled, and couldn’t break the connection. But even being so smart as you are, it was to hard to realize that these conversations were boiling down to one thing: your absolutely and unstoppable addiction.

— "I know you're good, good girl, and we're good together; only I can support you. And I know you feel it. Everything will be fine..."

— These words were not hard to come by, slipped through the convolutions of your brain and ate into the bones; every time he said it, you got a sip of great joy. "Of course," you thought, "because I'm a good girl."

— And then you touched the bare skin of William's forearm while helping him during the match, and he instantly collapsed on the ground, not breathing. Eyes opened. He died at your accidental touch.

— Your face has never lost its steadfast, calm expression since the days of the monastery. A steel lady with an apostolic on her head, instilling fear into the souls of demons and serving as a stone wall for ordinary people.

— But now, in this damned second your beautiful face was distorted with such tearing horror that the world has turned upside down, knocking out your organs with a tension wave, and then returning them to their place, leaving them there soft-boiled. Nightmare. It's just another nightmare, a bad dream, you just have to wake up. Need to... wake up, wake up, open your eyes, please open your eyes! No. You couldn't have killed an innocent man. You couldn't have killed William Ellis! No, no. This can't be happening. It's impossible. Not fair. It’s scary. So so scary. Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary scary scary scaryscaryscaryscary

— ...Wait, please.

— Why does the Photographer smile so strangely from afar? Why does this cruel fucking Photographer, a disgusting demon..?

— "Good girl", a voice sounded softly and quietly in your head, while the Hunter in the distance opened his mouth absolutely in time with the words. "I'm proud of you"

— ...

— What?

— What is it? Wait. Why?

— Dumbfounded, you numb stared at the rich blue skin, shimmering with starry matter, waves of thick silver hair, curls of horns. Long nails tapping on the sword guard. Eyes that were absolutely black, but shining with unshakable warmth to you.

— Why? Why, why, merciful God? It just can’t be real. It can't be him!

— You had no idea that in that incident on an autumn night your life was to be cut off forever. Remember? Legs ached from the cold, viscous earth due to the downpour, hair stuck to your face, tangling with eyelashes and closing the sight. Tree. It should have fallen, breaking the fragile child's body, but for some reason you took a couple of extra steps…

— Azrael, who came down to take your soul, could not understand how it happened. His lists have never changed. Your name was in it. Right here. However, you were standing there, alive and alone; it was... somehow amazing, he thought. Interesting. Why not?

— So he followed you. He wanted to find out what kind of human being managed to escape his hands, but, unfortunately, the longer Azrael watched, the more he wanted something. Whisper a few words in your ear - are you being offended, feel sad, need praise? He can probably do it if you smile at your reflection in the mirror, because it’s just a small gesture of good when he is the fallen angel. You see? It made a very well sense, didn’t mean much. But gradually Azrael began to notice a desire to stay in your head forever. After all, you thought of him so kindly, and no one ever loved him before.

— Love... That's right. Borrow this feeling, please, and fill him to the limit. He can run his tongue along your neck, because you are such a wonderful person - you secretes love physically, make people happier. What is this power called? He’d like to know.

— He’d like to know everything.

— Oh. Unbelievably. A couple of decades, and a fallen angel feels something for a mortal. It's just ridiculous.

— He hugged your brain so tenderly, and everything that distracted him from you infuriated incredibly, to such an extent that he wanted to make an exception and kill the innocent. Why not? Really, why? Azrael has been asking this question all the time since he met you; so much has changed. He lived a little less than Adam and Eve, so long and so alone… Maybe he should think about himself a little bit?

— Yes, that’s right. Love. Burning and big. When he was looking down at his stomach, he practically saw love rising, spinning, writhing like a bump shining through perfect skin. When he ran his fingernail over it, the knot, gradually tied somewhere below the guts, tightened tighter and tighter, and he just couldn't help himself. Would he have fallen again for what he whispered to you in the confessional? How lovingly praised you for mere trifles, tying to himself with unbreakable affection? And for things he did in your dreams, taking away every bit of memories from last night at dawn so as not to spoil everything? How human-like. How satisfying.

— And then, then he decided to direct you to a place where it won't be difficult to reach.

— And then, then he put a grain of his death-providing power into your hands, because no, no, NO, when he think about himself, Azrael knows that you don't need to touch other people.

— And then, then… You’ll join him in heaven.

— "Go here, be the good girl. I know you can do that"

[sunflower1experiment]

He’s an Angel

From the heavens

I grip my hands tightly as tears well up and pour down, nothing will please me more than tha caressing touch of his claws. The way he carries himself to such astonishing depths towards being a moral compass towards the yielding festering frights of the world!

I’m not worthy….

I can make myself worthy…

“What have you done.”

My eyes widen as I turn towards him, shakily holding my face. “I-I just wanted you to notice me. I wish to protect you that way I could be granted one wish…which was to be at your side and guard you with my life…Man in Red.”

The male watches me kneel whilst his garden was blooming so brightly. Such tasks I’d do for him was none of anyone’s concern, but when he asked all I could do was stutter out a pathetic reply before the man himself caressed my face and his lips graze my head. “You did so well my dear…”

I felt tears welling up once more as he continues rubbing my cheek with a thumb. “My dear man in red… Your words carry value that could cause me to never utter anything unless you told me too…”

“Your devotion is so strong, please. Join me at my side, you’ll fulfill that promise you made to me. Yes.”

I nod as my arms crossover each other to hug my shoulders. “If I fail…my dear. Man in red…I wish for you to exile me…knowing I failed- I’m not worthy of death I must live life knowing I failed you.”

He was struck to silence listening to me speak, grovel and utter our sweet compliments to him. Praising his beauty, his red everything…the male couldn’t deny it no more. You’d be perfect for his followers….

[magknightidv]

Richard sterling x prince (hunter) reader. I really like the classics 😒. I also think it would be a cute dynamic

Uh, one second while I just- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.

Alr thank you for your time I'll get to writing now :3 I'm going out on a limb and guessing you want a male reader and not a gender neutral reader, but lmk if you want me to rewrite it for that.

Disobedience.

(Was written before I gained better understanding of his character so he may be ooc)

Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't expect of an Idv fanfic ig. Swearing, Mentions of aggression. (They kinda hate eachother through the first bit but trust the process), Fluff :3

Info: I originally intended to go for headcanons and then short little drabbles.. but ig this is what you get when you're hit with horrific brainrot for one character. [WRITTEN BEFORE HIS OFFICIAL RELEASE, I DONT REMEMBER IF PEOPLE LEAKED HIS ABILITIES SO IM KEEPING THAT DESCRIPTION MINIMAL]

Richard Sterling x Male! Hunter! Prince! Reader

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This Manor isn't to my liking. Too small. Compact. Nobody listens to me either. Disrespectful little rats. Have they no idea who I am?

Have I really been forgotten by the world that quickly? Surely not. Sister would not have let that happen, I'm sure. Of the entire family, she loved me. She saw me. She saw me as I am, not as the misconceptions they've had of me since the day I was born.

My eyelids finally force themselves open as the curtains of the room I've been placed in are pushed open by an unremarkable face I will likely never remember. Nobody of importance, however, the woman bows and makes a swift exit as she meets my eyes. She had quickly muttered something along the lines of "Breakfast is ready to be served."

Hm. Food didn't seem to even get a rise out of me anymore. The thought having lost its appeal after my incident. Court of fools. Court of shrivelled cocks and frog faced women. Neither appealing yet praised as though they are Gods greatest gifts. Can't even protect their prince from something as simple-minded as poisons in his meals. I suppose I should make an appearance before my "games" today, see who I am to be matched against to begin with.

The newest survivors are often who I am matched with as I am a new hunter. The Lady Nightingale, as I have learned to refer to her as, has insisted that it is the best way for us to adapt to our situation. The Fire Investigator seems particularly taken by the poor burnt Puppet man. Ms Mora, although sometimes able to fool me, often lacks the correct facilities to correctly defend herself against me. However, the role that catches my eye upon the list of survivors I am to play against is The "Knight". A name not seen by the other hunters, according to Mr Desaulnier. He claims to have heard whispers amongst the staff attending to us all but he merely thought it to be just rumours and gossip. Of all the Hunters, Joseph Desaulnier has been the best example of what a friend is in this sort of situation. He has been respectful and taught me the ropes all he asks in return is my reciprocated respect.

My eyes scan over the heads of the survivors currently nearby, all familiar faces in a sense. Although I have not been here long, I am aware of the majority of the survivors present in the manor and their general styles. Nothing out of the ordinary, I suppose.

♡♡♡

I have vague memories of a handful of matches I've played in this place. The Red Church. Lots of walls and the main church building is rather open, often a cipher placed on there making the chase for the survivors slightly harder if they do not get enough distance in time. My goal for this match, however, is not to find my usual survivors. I understand them, I wish to study the new puzzling enigma that is the "Knight".

An odd sort of sight is given to us hunters that allows us to see the machines being worked on. Slight shakes on multiple at once, its only a matter of figuring out which would be best to go to. Church it is. Whoever is there, regardless of it being the one I want or not will likely try to pass off the kite to another as there was a sudden switch of the journalist to the composer. I am more likely to find one of their decoders but one can only hope to be so lucky.

As I make my way to the church an odd figure is there to greet me. He looks up from the machine in shock and takes a defensive stance, this allows me to get a better view of the man. His hair is long and perhaps considered unneat but in a charming sort of way. He wears an outfit that exudes the very concept of nobility to a high level most of my fathers court could not even pull off. His face is angular and a beauty mark sits below his lips to his right side. He regains his composure as he realises I am not here to attack him. The church is quiet as a cipher is finished most likely by the composer in the far corner. Aside from the large popping noise it makes nothing is said between us, not until he decides to open his lips.

"Are you not the one sent to hunt us all? I am I truly so intimidating that you have become incomplete." Stern words, harsh even but it does not bother me as it is the sort of taunting I have received many times through my time. His eyes narrow viciously. Two colours? I would not have noticed had I not taken this time to study him, his left eye a stony blue colour and his right, a deep brown with green tints in both. At this point to have been able to see this I have since gotten closer subconsciously. As though drawn to his prescense. I catch myself before i get too caught up in it all however.

"I am the Prince. Your Prince. Show more respect, if you truly deem yourself to be an honourable knight." He seems to smirk at my title and his confidence only appears to double.

"So a spoiled brat, demanding obedience as though all around are his new pet puppy dogs?" He's trying to get a reaction. His arrogance is almost reflective of my own however he must have a means to be doing this or is it simply for his own pleasure, as my reason had been to observe. "How rude. You are no Prince of mine, not until you prove it. So, shall we dance, Your Grace?"

My composure slips at the words and I feel the angered snear take over my features, my stance becomes more offensive and I begin to hastily move towards the cocky man. "Speak not of being a brat. You're disobedience will get you nowhere but a chair back to the manor."

The chase was not as long as I was expecting, I suppose he truly was arrogant in his abilities today. Time will tell if he masters his skills. A tie was all I could manage with the hinderance the Knights and my initial meeting gave me. I am forever grateful that the Faro Lady believes she can be a rescuer with her ability, a terrorshock is all it takes.

The Knight appears to want to become my antithesis. So that is all he shall be. An idea abstracted from my own and strange.

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- After the first meeting they appear to be forced together through consistent matches against one another or rumors spreading that the two knew eachother prior to the manor.

- False rumors but you suppose it is not completely unreasonable that a prince and a knight, or so his name claims him to be, to be closer than other roles within the manor.

- He says little to others, and when he does it is often sickeningly sweet words. Sugarcoated truths made to seem like the words are kinder than they are just to draw others in.

- few had fallen for it so he had abandoned such a tactic in favour of bothering you in some form.

- be it in matches, his improvement in the way he moves through each map having improved significantly. Easily gliding past obstacles and dodging your skills. A real pest.

- Tension seems to continuously rise with no seeming resolve in sight. That is until one day you walk past the music room.

- Expecting the violinist on the other side of the door as the melody continues on, only to be met with the closed eyes of the Knight as he plays a somber tune.

- You go unnoticed until the end of the song, a smile forming on your face. His eyes flash open as though some otherworldly being made him aware of your presence.

- A silent understanding forms between the two of you. As though no words were ever needed between the two of you, simply because you both understood.

- The tension dissipates within seconds.

- You and the "Knight" seem to find a deeper understanding of eachother over time. He learns of your past and attempts to sympathise with your unjust demise, while he shares stories of his past before the loss of his family.

- He wishes to find his 'sister' but as time passes he finds himself drawn to you, wishing never to leave your side.

- That is exactly what he does. He takes the role of a true Knight that protects his master, although he still has a tongue as sharp as a blade and swift wit that goes completely unmatched by most others in the manor.

- He cannot seem to ever truly listen to your commands, but suppose it is the thought that counts.

---- fin.

OKAY I LOWKEY FELT I WAS WAFFLING ON AND FORGOT WHAT I WAS WRITING, I DIDNT EVEN ADD SOME OF THE STUFF I WANTED TO CAUSE MY TIMES FOR WRITING WERE SO CLUNKY BUT HEY I GOT IT DONE EVENTUALLY!!

(Not proof read, I'll go back and get that done lol)

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Identity V Masterlist

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

Rated: Mature (Dark Themes)

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

Rated: Explicit

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

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

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

Rated: Explicit

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

Rated: Explicit

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

Rated: Explicit

Green Carnation (Norton Campbell x Male!Reader) complete

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

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

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

Photographic Birthdays (various Joseph skins x reader)

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

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

Rated Explicit | Warnings: Vampire AU

Winterstorm (Ithaqua x older!reader)

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

Mating (Dragon Hunter!Frederick x dragoon!reader)

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

Body Bet (Antonio x reader)

Rated Mature | Warning: Googled Italian, gambling, drinking

Madame Butterfly (Man in Red x reader)

Rated Teen | Warnings: None

Chemistry (Richard Sterling x Reader)

Rated Mature | Warnings in post

CopyCat (Aesop Carl x Reader)

Rated Mature | Warnings: general copycat stuff

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy 520, Qi Shiyi (Qi x Reader)

Rated E for everyone lol | Warnings: None

Desolate Sand (Andrew x Reader)

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

Various asks and small fics

[jklovu]

picking you up and squishing you....

norton or mike (up to you!!!!) trying to celebrate valentines day w their s/o in the manor???

i am suffocating....happy galentines day btw :))) my crush on these two is HUGE,,,these r short because i wanted them to be done by tmrrw (in two hours its 2/14 LMFAO)

moment (Vierre Cloud) norton c. + mike m. (separate) celebrating valentines day together !!!

norton campbell <3

big dweeb, manages to get you donuts , you eat them in your room, together, breakfast in bed type shit

give him a fat stack of cash- im partially kidding- if your on the idv x modern reader train give him access to a phone or a labtop, let this man online shop !!! give him all of your banking info rn !!

you and him spend today together! its honestly fun, play cards with him, hes stupid good at war (cardgame)

cuddle with this man b4 anything else <33

get him some flowers!! ask emma...be like "hey emily im tryna rizz up my man can i get some flowers"

he'll go bright red

hes down HORRENDUS for you, would do almost anything for you, your no.1 defender fr

mike morton <3

big dweeb squared, does his best to make you laugh during valentines

try baking together!! watch it become a mess! its still fun though...

mike strikes me as a person to gossip for fun, just joking around with him the entire time

"yeah they BROKE UP WITH ME USING A PIECE OF PAPER. NOT EVEN TALKING TO ME."

"NO THEY DIDN'T."

hes so fun to hang around

he gets you a box of chocolates, he doesn't really mind what you get him, its the thought that counts <3

[sillygoofywriter]

Antonio x Reader [Red Flag Headcanons]

TW: Abusive relationship trigger warning. Please stay safe out there, you deserve way more than a toxic or abusive relationship. And if you think or see someone around you is possibly a victim of domestic violence please speak up before its too late! 💕 I will provide the site to the dv hotline and information about dv.

https://www.thehotline.org/?utm_source=youtube&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=domestic_violence

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-I really hope the IDV community didn't forget that in his birthday letter he admitted to beating his wife. He hit her with his violin bow because he was drunk. Honey, watch yourself with him cause if he did it once he will surely do it again.

-Speaking of drinking, this man drinks heavily. That's one of the many reasons his ex wife left him.

-Antonio is the type of guy who keeps talking about his ex. He cries and whines about how his wife left him and how much he misses her. [He said he wants her back in his birthday letter and if I'm correct that's why he is participating. In the games, that is.]

-The demon that possessed him clearly enjoys putting people in pain and making them feel fear. Unless you want to deal with that on a daily basis stay far away from this man. You aren't going to be safe or feel safe (most of the time) in this relationship.)

-Please (and I stress this) try not to argue with him or get into a fight with him. The demon will only make him belittle you and intimidate you and there is a decently high chance it can get physical.

-Antonio is pitiful. If her hurts you physically he will go on crying saying he is sorry. He will also blame it on the demon possessing him and grovel at your feet begging you to stay and not leave him like his wife did.

-You are just there to fill a void that will never be filled. To substitute for his wife until he somehow gets her back. And if he gets her back you'll be tossed aside or made into his mistress or "fall back plan."

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I hope you enjoyed this, if you can enjoy this sort of thing. Please remember you are loved! Take good care of your self! Eat, sleep, and stay hydrated! You are loved; I love you! Have a great rest of your day!

[sandwichfordinner]

May i request for a Yandere Man in Red Naib?

Also just a small question do u take nsfw? And how many requests ya willing to take?,

(I just love ur writing soz to be a bother-)

Man In Red SFW & NSFW HCS

warnings: , yandere behavior , hot man🧍‍♀️, nsfw .

note: you can request 2 more if you want , but i still have a few to do :)

Gn I forgot how to write yandere and nsfw 🧍‍♀️

Artist here! <====

The edited version of this icon is unknown and I am deeply sorry , art isn’t mine!

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

They will immolate themselves to burn this mark upon my fingertips.

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞...

SFW

While he was on his throne , listening to the praises , he saw something move from afar.

Another worthless human trying to steal the butterfly as Ṟ̵̌̀͑̌̈́́͗̚͝ṳ̶̢̧̯̟̩͎͈͕͂̅́͆n̸̡̢̲̳͕͕̺͚͌ḁ̵̢̤̭̠̯̝͕̞̉͐́̂̒̃̂̍̏̚͜ẅ̴̡̤͙͓̥͖̯̘́ą̴̹̥͈̭͙̿́͂͋̚y̵̨̧̱͔̫̹͖̘̱̎̽̒͌̎̏̃̃̕̕ did..

How dare a worthless human like you step a foot in the darkness of the abyss?

He got up from his throne and everyone went quiet.

You noticed that he was walking at your direction , and you panicked.

How did he know??

,,Leave.`` he coldly stated at the others , which made them shiver from horror. All of them left really quick.

He looked back at you , you could tell he was mad , really mad . You could see the rage in his eyes but his face stayed calm.

,,You will be executed at this moment.``

Your eyes widened from horror.

,,No please! I would do anything i promise! Please i would do anything!`` you repeated these words , shaking , crying and hugging his legs while crying.

He was blankly staring at you. No emotion.

He loved seeing pathetic humans begging and crying.

Then he spoke.

,,Oh Y/N.. i wont execute you , but in one condition.``

Your eyes widened.

,,But .. How do you know my name?``

,,I know everything about you , i know where you live , what is your favourite meal , your favourite flowers . Everything love..``

You swear you could see the hearts in his eyes. Lovesick expression.

,,T-this is not normal.. You are crazy......``

,,Oh and what are you even gonna do now?~``

Now he was really close.

NSFW

You felt him pinning you on the floor , his lovesick expression not leaving his face which made you blush by his actions but still horrified.

,,I will make you mine.``

You didn`t have time to think of what he said when he kissed you roughly. Then starting from biting your neck.

This made you whine but you pushed him away.

,,Don`t touch me or-``

,,Or what? What will you do? Scream for help? No one will hear you.`` he said while holding your hands tightly.

You stayed silent. You couldn`t move. There was no point of running away. You are trapped with 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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Top.. like 100%

Don’t get me wrong but he is hella rough , he is holding you really close while thrusting in you.

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?” He says with a smirk while teasing you. These actions were making whine in pleasure, begging him to touch you more.

You went from ‘don’t touch me’ to him wanting to fuck you.

He was pinning you , and marking you everywhere.

“You are mine, all mine,, he laughed at your pathetic whines .

But it was like a music to his ears and wanted to hear more.

When he cummed inside you for the 3rd time , your body felt numb and laid on the ground panting and all sweaty - marks over you body. A total mess.

He kissed your forehead, both of you trying to catch you breathes.

Till this day you were treated like a queen/king. Wearing fancy clothes and him always keeping an eye on you.

This is what happens when you do a mistake in front of him.

I am alive , omg I’m sorry for you guys waiting 😭😭

By the way what do ppl fr say after doing the nasty?? ,,gg’’?? 💀

[idv-hc-center]

yandere naib skin man in red and yandere victor skin The Embrace pls?

actually i tried to do some research on the embrace but its lore is so confusing and uhhh

warnings: yandere behavior, kidnaping, murder, manipulation

Man in red

Honestly, he can't believe someone has made him feel the way you do

and he can even feel ashamed because of that

but it doesn't stop him from obsessing over you

He feels like it's a miracle he found someone like you, and you are destined to be together

and if you don't see it, he will help you see it

Mostly by kidnapping you and forcing you to live with him

He has the power to do that, and he won't hesitate to do so

He truly can't understand why are you not delighted he fell for you

Why wouldn't you want to be desired by someone with so much power like him?

He wouldn't hesitate from killing anyone who he thinks is way too close to you

It might be just a servant that was supposed to take care of you and was chosen by Naib

Anything could make him snap and consequently end up in someone's death

He won't admit he feels threatened by a common servant though

He will fabricate this story how he caught that servant spying on you and how they might be an enemy

Anything to make the killing of them justified both in the eyes of the public and yours

He will manipulate you, saying how you should be grateful he keeps you safe and how he gave you an opportunity for a better life!

Anyone here would give anything to be in your position, and you're being ungrateful

But of course, he would give you a chance to redeem yourself

You just have to become his forever

The thing you don't know is that you are already his, and he will ignore any of your protests

The Embrace

This version of Victor would be more willing to kill for you

but he would use it mostly as a last resort

He would do anything in his power to make you love him

He would love-bomb you and convince you, you are destined to be together

He met so many people during his life, but only you were able to make him feel like that

Over time he would get even more obsessed with you

With every day, his obsession would grow

He would literally worship you and think of anything you touch as sacred

With his obsession, his way of thinking about murder would change drastically

Now he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who came between the two of you

Why would he let some ordinary folk come between you? It's easier when they are gone

With his obsession, his jealousy would also grow drastically

He wouldn't let you talk with anyone besides him or overall spend time with anyone other than him

You are so perfect anyone who would lay their eyes on you could fall in love with you

and he can't let that happen

He only took care of some problems! It's easier like that, so why are you so sad?

They didn't deserve you anyway! And even after their death they still make you sad...

That only shows how terrible they were for you

His love-bombing would never stop even if you felt overwhelmed by it

and after some time in complete isolation, you would actually believe him that he is the best match for you

He is the only person that cares about you at this moment

Mostly because everyone else who did got murdered by him, but he won't let you think about it this way

[euryd-ce]

Could I request Bane the gamekeeper from idv with a reader who also used to work at the manor as a gardener

❁ UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

PAIRING: Bane Perez x GN! Gardener! Reader

CW: Mentions of Death

NOTE: (Not Proofread) In which you and Bane have a past together.

This eventually follows stage-play canon rules, follows the HC that Alice is Little Girl, and has slightly OOC characters due to stage-play canon rules.

I didn’t know if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, so I defaulted to oneshot, then realized that there wasn't much content for Bane and decided to write both. 🙏

"Oletus Manor". You weren't sure how long it'd been — how long ago that you had left, that you had even thought about the place.

The answer should have been obvious the moment you saw that it had been written from the accursed place. You even considered disposing of it, leaving it in the bin just as you had left the manor and your memories of it behind. But you couldn't help your own curiosity, and before you knew it, you had continued reading the letter.

It was an invitation of some sort, for a peculiar game with no specified details whatsoever. Normally, at the first mention of "game", you would've stopped reading, but your eyes continued skimming through the letter, and a particular sentence written in blood red ink elicited a gasp out of you.

"Bane Perez is alive." It read, and it was all the Baron left you with.

You could tell that, whoever this man was, he was definitely very careful and very deliberate with his words, that he'd done an eerily great job at his research. The cliffhanger was on purpose — you were certain. After all, Bane Perez, the gamekeeper of Oletus Manor's hunting grounds, the gentle and reserved guardian of its fauna, and your first love, was the very reason you had left.

The mention of the name itself was painful enough, yet you had read through the lone sentence four- no, five times, each iteration making memories both fond and painful resurface.

You remembered you first saw him, when it had been around a week since you worked as a gardener in the manor. Little Orpheus and Alice had been playing around, hiding in bushes that you hadn't yet touched, and sometimes even running in circles around you.

You remembered seeing the burly man go past you, causing you to slowly stop what you were doing as you watched him go away in curiosity. The children had probably noticed, as Alice stopped playfully tugging on Orpheus' sleeve to speak.

"That's mister Bane," she said, and you had turned to look at her. "he protects the big horned dogs in the forest."

"They're called deers, Alice..." Orpheus corrected.

You looked at the door he had gone through for a moment, but just as quickly turned back to continue your work on the bush. "Is that so..." you said while the kids continued their playful fighting.

You remembered first approaching him, when you had finished the duties you'd been assigned that day. He was helping a little fawn whose legs were stuck in a pallet. Naturally, as the gamekeeper of the forest, the man had a heart for its creatures — "It comes with the job," you remembered he had told you during the brief conversation you had moments after.

"So how long have you-"

The sound of a loud gunshot echoed throughout the woods, followed by several birds loudly chirping and fearfully flying out of danger's way.

A minute after the gunshot was heard, you had asked in a hushed voice, "What- what was that?"

Bane let out a disgruntled sigh, as if this was a normal occurrence to him. "It must be one of those meddling poachers again," he muttered out.

"I'm sorry I- I'll have to go talk to them," He said, dusting himself off.

"Wait!-" you stopped him before he could leave, almost embarrassed knowing that it'd been done out of impulse. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" You shyly asked.

The gamekeeper waited for a moment before glancing back at you with a reassuring smile, "of course, (Name)."

You remembered when you started visiting him in his little cabin daily, bringing along some of the flowers that you'd carefully grown and picked from a rather isolated place in the gardens. He'd be confused, yet thankful for the gift at first, giving you a smile with a little pat that'd eventually become more intimate forms of affection as you'd find yourselves comfortable with one another.

You remember when both of you professed your mutual love for one another — it'd been a secret at first, between the two of you and perhaps Burke. It eventually got to the kids as they wouldn't stop pestering you when they had noticed the newfound closeness you both shared.

You remembered the day when he had brought little elk with him, when you had jokingly mused about it being your child, and when you both had named it "Black Nose."

"It's a little plain. Isn't it?" Bane scratched his head in thought.

"I think it's cute, and fitting too. Black Nose." You said it's name, gently patting the sleeping elk calf on the head. "Unless you'd rather name him Siegbert Lange Von Ludendorff — which is quite long, but definitely not plain in my opinion."

"I- you know what, let's just stick with Black Nose."

Your heart suddenly stung — you knew exactly why. You clutched your chest, feeling your eyes start to water at the thought of it. You knew what you had remembered, that you had remembered the painfully unpleasant memory that brought to you sorrow, regret, a ghost that pledged to haunt you for the entirety of your lifetime.

You remembered when it was your anniversary, when the time you shared together had to be cut short because of the annoyingly persistent and ignorant poachers.

You remembered waiting. Waiting for him to return. Waiting until the clock struck twelve midnight, when the haunting chimes begun their song. Waiting for the cabin doors to open, with Bane on the other side — tired, yet nevertheless happy to come back to you. But it never happened, and you had gotten worried.

You remembered taking your coat and walking outside amidst the cold midnight winds in search of him. With a little lantern in your hands, you had walked all around the forest, past cages, through walls, and through the seemingly endless line of trees. You were determined to find him, and you wouldn't stop until you did — even if you felt like you were about to collapse.

And you remembered the look of horror your face held. You found him — at least, you thought that was him. He had been laying down, cold and absolutely motionless on the ground. Around his neck was one of the many bear traps he'd usually lay around the forest. His head — the sight that made you break — on it was the head of the very elk that both of you had treated like your child.

Bane Perez was dead.

You were convinced at the time, and without a word, you ran away and left the manor. The memories you so carefully and joyfully built refused to let you move on so easily. For years, he'd been the first thought at your wake and the last before you'd sleep away into another day. There were times you'd sworn you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, prompting you to look back only to be met with silence and nothingness. Through mirrors and within foggy days, when you'd sworn you saw his hauntingly familiar figure, you'd rub your eyes and make sure that you weren't dreaming — and if you were, that you'd wake up from the nightmare you had been living in.

The letter gave you a small sense of hope; albeit, one that was quite difficult to comprehend given that you'd seen and felt him yourself. You were never one to indulge in superstitions or in the supernatural in general, but it was Bane.

'Maybe, just maybe... I should give it a shot...' You thought, muttering to yourself shortly after, "and if I happen to be dragging myself into my death, then so be it. Maybe I'll see him sooner than I thought..."

Thus, you had begun packing some of your belongings in preparation of your trip back into the one and only Oletus Manor.

You stopped for a moment right in front of the familiar gates. They still stood as high as you remembered, and you likewise felt the same nervousness you did when you had first went past the gates. Your legs felt like they'd gotten heavier with each step you took toward the gloomy Manor's front doors — you almost regret coming here, really.

You wanted to turn around, to go back to where you came from, but you winced at the sight of the forest. The path you had taken on the way to the manor had vanished, seemingly through thin air. You didn't know if the path was even there in the first place, or if your memory had been filling in the missing spots, but you knew that you no longer had a choice.

Reluctantly, you opened the doors, and you were greeted with a rather warm interior as opposed to the cold and dark exterior. The lobby looked the same, from its paintings to its general choice of decoration. It was as if you never left.

You walked closer to the little vase of Anemones, reaching out to feel its petals. 'A flower that bears far too many meanings for me to list down... Though these will probably wilt the next day...' You thought when you had noticed some of the leaves had dried and fallen off.

"They even kept my choice of flowers..."

"Well, you made a great choice, even I found myself having a-"

"Gh!- don't scare me like that!" You scolded the woman in a green apron and a hat. "And- who are you? how did you get here? Very silently at that... Were you also sent that strange letter?"

"Hehe, sorry about that. I'm Emma, Emma Woods, and I'm a gardener. I also received a letter but..." She paused, as if trying to remember something. "I don't really remember what was in it to be honest..."

You immediately covered up your mild disappointment with with a pensive frown. "I- I see... Well, I guess it's only fair that I introduce my-"

"Oh that can wait! You can introduce yourself to everyone instead. Follow me!" Emma said before grabbing your hand and eagerly leading you to the next room.

"Wait- what do you mean everyone?!"

Everyone meant quite the number of people. Your eyes widened at first, before you started squinting, pointing at each one, and mentally counting how many people were in the room. From the corner, a brunette with a bruised eye seemed to understand what you were doing. "Thirty-seven — eight including you."

"Hm? Pardon?" You turned to the man, realizing that he probably meant the people you were counting. "Ah... nevermind."

If you didn't have your doubts before, you certainly did now. It was ridiculous — everything was ridiculous. The strange and diverse crowd, the baron, the suspiciously large eight-armed figure that you may or may not have just seen crawl outside the window. 'Just what was that?!'

When you had settled into your assigned room, you couldn't help but feel like a fool that had fallen into the clutches of a con artist. You didn't spot Bane among the people in the fairly large crowd, and with no way to find yourself back outside of the never-ending woods, you were probably stuck with all these strangers for life.

"Maybe it won't be so bad." You breathed in, trying to calm yourself and maybe cope with the fact that you may or may not have entered the second layer of hell. "I'm not alone now- I'm-"

"(Name)?" The door to your room suddenly opened, and from it came an oddly familiar voice.

You turned around and were met with a pleasant surprise. "Orpheus? Is that you?"

The young man didn't respond, but instead gave you a big hug. "It's been so long! It's- how many has it been...?"

With a melancholic smile, you pat him on the head. "Does it really matter now?" You laughed. "Where's Alice?"

"Oh... That's a long and complicated story for another day..." Orpheus quickly changed the topic, "Now that you're here, I'm sure you'll be thrilled to- hold on, I don't think I can let you in on the details yet — but you can trust me."

"What do you-"

"Follow me, we already have your game scheduled!" He cut you off and signalled for you to follow him.

You sighed in relief before standing up and following him — it was nice to know that not everyone here was a complete stranger. "You haven't changed one bit have you..."

He led you to a room with a small dining table and six chairs, one being occupied by a little girl that looked exactly like the little Alice who you'd see running around the gardens.

"(Nickname)!" She quickly got off her seat and ran to hug you.

"Alice? Wait- you haven't changed at all! Literally..." You said with intrigue and shock.

"Like I said, it's a long story, but I'll be sure to tell you another day." Orpheus nervously chuckled. "That aside, this is the waiting room. We normally have four players in a game, but it'll just be the three of us for now."

"And I'm assuming that this is another story for another day?"

He hummed in response, before taking the little girl's hand and signalling for you to follow him again. While curiously following the two, you couldn't help but be reminded of the times they had done the same thing when they'd find you alone, or when they'd secretly pay a visit to you and Bane...

'Bane...' the name rung in your head. You still had no clue what the letter meant — if it was implying that he was still here, or if you had interpreted it wrongly, and that you had been tricked into coming here only to be met with nothing. Not that it lied. Perhaps the man truly was alive, and you'd made the mistake of assuming that he was in the manor when the letter provided no further details regarding his whereabouts.

Orpheus led you to what he had called the Darkwoods, another hauntingly familiar place from your past. The three of you walked around, eventually stopping by a curious machine. While Orpheus had started typing away with it, Alice had explained to you the basic fundamentals of the game in great detail. You were rather astonished with the words she'd used, but nevertheless, you continued to listen carefully.

Once the three of you had finished fully decoding a machine, it let out a loud pop.

"That's just one of the five we need to finish in order to start opening the gates," the little girl informed you. "The Hunter's probably looking for us based on the signal, so we'd best be on our ways. Stay safe (Nickname)!"

"I will. Don't hurt yourself now, Alice, Orpheus!" you yelled back as the three of you parted ways.

You grimaced at the sight of what a part of the forest had become — desolate, with several broken structures and machinery along with a river containing an acid-like substance. In the distance you could see a large bonfire, but you couldn't quite tell if it'd been always there or if it was a new addition because of the Baron's game.

Eventually, you found one of the machines you were taught to decode, but by a strike of misfortune, your location had been made known to the hunter because of, "... A bear trap?"

You knelt down to closely examine the trap, only to realize they were the exact same ones Bane had used, made known with his initials marked in its jaw. But you started panicking — you felt your head beating, heard the rapid clanking of chains accompanied by heavy footsteps.

In fear, you closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Too afraid to look back and too slow to possibly escape it. But the harsh sound emitted by the chains stopped, and you heard a light thud as though the hunter had dropped whatever they'd been holding.

"(Name)...?"

You flinched and your eyes immediately shot open upon hearing his voice, but you shook your head and pinched yourself. What if you'd been dreaming? What if you'd been imagining things? It wouldn't be the first time it'd happen, really. You had hallucinated for years on end — you'd be surprised if you hadn't for once. But you turned around anyway, or at least, tried to. It was quite difficult, given that your leg was still trapped, but you saw the familiar hands of Bane helping you out of it.

You were speechless, and you were once again face-to-face with the man you came looking for.

Bane Perez was alive.

You were unsure, but you were hopeful. He looked exactly the same as he did that night — when you'd thought he'd passed, when you'd left the manor in tears and in pain, in hopes that it was all but dream or a terrible nightmare.

He didn't know how long it'd been either. How long he'd spent asleep — living in an unfamiliar dream without you, where time seemed to have repeated itself endlessly. All while he'd been aware that you existed, but you weren't there. While he'd change the steps he'd take in every iteration, only for it to inevitably change nothing and the fact that you'd vanished.

"I'm... sorry..." You croaked out. You didn't realize that you had teared up, but who could blame you after knowing what you yourself had done? "I didn't- I-"

Bane pulled you closer, hugging you with comforting reassurance. "We both didn't know. Even I didn't think I'd survive, and I thought- I thought you'd vanished, but I didn't know that I'd been trapped in a deep sleep until I woke up to such a crowded manor... "

He released you from the hug and looked at you, "And the thought that terrified me the most was that you'd forgotten, and you would never return..."

"So — it's alright, (Name). You're here. I'm here, and we're back together," He said as he wiped another tear from your eye.

"You never really left, I think," you chuckled. "But you were quite the terrifying ghost I'll admit."

Bane tilted his head and crossed his arms. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"Well..." You trailed off, looking to the side to see that Alice had been giggling like the little rascals she was years ago while Orpheus held a relieved smile. With a mischievous smile, you said, "Maybe that can wait, you've got survivors to hunt."

The man laughed and cracked his knuckles, giving you time to run away. "We'll see about that, (Name)."

No amount of time and space can separate you from the people you are meant to be with in your life. They will always come back.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Zen w/ a blind MC [HCS]

request(s); No one request other things than idv or dr (or arcana but?) and this a a multi blog soo Zen (mm) w a blind MC nyoom

paring(s); zen x blind!gn!reader

warning(s); reader is gender-neutral, reader is blind, cussing, celebrity scandals, twinkle of angst, fluff, talks about celebrity reputation, tokenism, cringey pick up lines, the ‘beast’, implies that zen is a bit sadistic but it depends how you read it, 99.9999% sfw other than that.

note; sorry if i wrote too much!! i haven’t written for MM in a while so i just got- way too many ideas- hh

◊ When Zen first met you, he definitely, definitely used kid gloves on you. He’d pester you a lot, if he knew you were blind, he’d automatically assume you were much less capable than you were. He’d probably neutralize himself; so if Jumin were to ever provoke him or piss him off in any way, he’d kind of push his need to smack the guy down, because he didn’t want to scare you.

◊ Furthermore, he’s usually like this with everyone new, that he likes; but with you, it’s more... intense, as he now knows that you’re blind.

◊ it’s kind of like, his big strong man instinct kicks in whenever he sees you.

◊ However those are only first impressions! I promise he improves all throughout your relationship.

◊ Later on, — when he actually gets to know you better — he finds himself getting more comfortable with you; treating you less like a blind person, and more of a... ‘friend’. But he catches himself, and tries not to— which is obviously dumb, and he should’ve just stuck with the friend thing.

◊ Zen is helpful, yes. But sometimes it’s overbearing. He would do everything for you, to the point where you don’t even need to lift a finger, because he’ll be there lifting it for you. Sure, it’s nice; but he has to see that you’re very capable, just because you’re blind doesn’t mean you’re a child.

◊ You’re going to have to tell him that sometimes, you can do things for yourself, and that he should let you do your thang, chicken wang!(sorry)

◊ he’ll be confused at first; why didn’t you want his help? But he would respect your wishes, as a gentleman should. Though it would take some time.

◊ okay let’s be honest here, Zen loves that you’re blind. He has this built-in gentleman, charmer personality voodoo crap, so seeing as how you have more trouble doing things at cause to your sigh impairment, he’d definitely feel the huge ego boost every time he helps you. He loves feeling helpful to you, so praise him— but not too much.

◊ If word got out that he was dating, of course it’d be scandalous; but if word got out that he was dating someone blind?

◊ There would be ‘good’ benefits, that would only seem good if you were shallow.

◊ Zen would get ‘points’ and people would view you as a charity case that he either started dating because he would get a good reputation for it, or because he pitied you and accepted your confession — which is funny because Zen is the one who confessed to you first(that’s another story, I’ll get to it soon.)

◊ He’s a bit of a himbo sometimes; so he wouldn’t really realize that that was what was happening. It wasn’t until a fan or a news reporter/radio host confronted him about it, had realization finally dawned on him. He would be very quick to dismiss that horrible, horrible assumption. And he’d honestly lose respect for the person he was talking to.

◊ If a fan were ever to call you a charity case, he’d definitely get mad. To assume he would start dating you for his reputation...? That’s kind of... fucked up.

◊ If you asked him about it, he would definitely get upset, and honestly a little heart-broken. To assume that he would do something like that... he finds himself doubting if he was a good enough boyfriend.

◊ So let me paint a scenario and hand you the angst.

— Since you would probably have to use Voice-over for your phone, I think something that could happen as a result of it is, as you scroll through websites and articles about Zen through your phone, the phone voices over every single title. And one catches your attention, unfortunately, it also catches Zen’s.

“Zen’s charity case of a partner, S/o-“ he would hear it from the other room, despite it being extremely fast to almost not be able to. E heard, and he would immediately go to you, following the direction of the sound.

He’d find you with your phone off, eerily silent as you waited for him to speak, having been notified by his heavy footsteps. “S/o...” he’d soften his voice and make his way to you, gently seating himself opposite to where you sat, softly yet urgently grabbing your hand as he was afraid you’d storm off, or get mad.

“I swear I would never think that of you. Believe me, okay? Not those stupid articles, half the stuff they say is all made-up— I swear, they act more than me- Mph!?“ he’s all for drama and movies, but this was real life. You were real. And both of your feelings were real too. He rambled on, and before he could finish his rant, you already had your lips on his; to his surprise, and pleasure.

“... I- I know. Thank you, Zen.”

◊ okay but imagine the embarrassment when you turn on Voice-over and Zen sends you this, just, extremely cheesy line and everyone around you could hear it. The fucking humiliation, dude, I feel for you.

— “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Bec-“ with a face flushed a dark red for reasons more than one, you frantically tried to lower the volume. “N- no! Stop, phone stop!” You’d probably ‘accidentally’ destroy one of your phones just to save yourself from the sheer embarrassment.

◊ If Zen were ever to leave the country for a global concert, there would be tons of calls— so many to the point it was like he never left. You would hear his voice through the phone, and it would feel like he was there... though it’s still different.

◊ Something Zen likes to do, that probably irritates you, is scare the shit out of you and sneak up behind you. The fucker would scoop you up from behind, laughing as you shrieked from the top of your lungs. You insist that it’s sadistic, and he— he agrees, with a very, uh, strange look in his eyes.

◊ Zen can be very playful, so as soon as he comes back from a shoot; no matter how tired and exhausted he is, he is always willing to hug you with all the force he has, and it makes you wonder— how? How is this man still so strong after hours of working?

◊ You don’t seem to get the chance to ask as he stuffs your face into his chest, tightly wrapping his arms around the middle of your back, so you can’t escape. He wouldn’t hug too long though, because he needs to keep the beast calm; or so he says.

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Man in Red

Naib x reader (TW NSFW)

18+ MINORS DNI

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Everyday he came to visit his lover, S/O, you! Or to at least to the people you don’t pride yourself to that level yet: but after some years, the plague came to be and he changed.

The man you cherished, Naib Subedar was gone and the only thing you could do was watch him as he took over the town, the throne…crucify the prince: your heart squeezed with fright as you watched him speak down to the people and they praised him as if he were some hero from above. So you came to visit the castle, your tired soft gaze always let people know that you mean well but you’re disappointed in the outcome of what’s going on. No one likes to disappoint you, after all you are the caretaker of this town. Owning an orphanage a center for the poor then on top of that you’d use the money for your home and the people, how sweet. That’s why he loved you!

Knocking on the door it was open by a young woman, “Beneficiary who is that?” The mentioned woman bowed politely, “Pardon me, Seven but the lady who took care of me in my younger days is here.” Beneficiary the one who was chosen, her flower bloomed when he aimed one clawed hand towards the scared woman’s head and she stayed by his side since. Even though it’s quite unrequited in their relationship, Seven the man who helped crucify the prince… you carefully reach and held their faces: “I remember you two.”

They both stare as a memory of them as preteens appear, he had a toothy grin while she was so busy playing with the roses. “Beneficiary? Seven?” Another woman came around and her eyes widen. “(Y-Y/N) what are you doing here? It’s dangerous.” Ostrich, she cried the most on account to her lost friend: Violet, the gardener of this town. “I’m just here to visit the man in red.” Man in red it felt so weird to say his name without actually implying whom his real name is.

“Sorry mam.” A spider shaped woman appears, “But he who walks in red isn’t ready for beggars or visitors.”

You blink, “Not even me? An old friend…shame. Well tell him that I’ll keep the boat he likes waiting for him.” Silence then she growls, “Agh…come along Ms. (Surname).”

While walking throughout the castle it was quite easy to notice his liking towards white and red, they didn’t come in a pattern but a ominous term: slightly white with a hint of dark shading, the rooms were blood red with a light of red rose. Soon a patch of butterflies came to view, there he was….

“N-Man in red…” You cover your mouth and he was standing before you.

His lips were peach and warm like, while everything of him from whence he was born was the same. Pale white skin pale white hair and yet he looks so attractive and handsome, you tried so hard not to cry. Until his hand rests on your face, it was like time stops; your breathing was hitched, he was getting closer, you stare into his eyes they were still grey. Did he wish to strike fear into you? No you weren’t afraid, as his hand rests on your cheek you proceed to caress his face causing him to lean into it somberly. “I missed you.” His voice was smooth and raspy with a slight doleful tone, why? If he missed you so then why did you leave you.

Naib leans in and his warm lips make contact with yours, you press your lips to Naib’s while wrapping your arms around him. Once you pull back he averts his gaze as if to feel flustered, “I haven’t seen you in a decade and now here you are initiating the intimacy between us along with pursuing me…I always admired that about you.”

“Admiration and my pursuit was how I felt: I was scared for you hun…and here you are.” You then weakly punch his shoulder. “Having me worried sick, you mean a lot to me yet you’re capable as always. I keep overestimating you and underestimating my worries towards your safety..” he shushed you gently.

“Stop worrying and please stay by my side.”

This was so sudden, marriage? Privately? He didn’t see the whole point in publicly marrying: neither did you on account to other royals and noblemen being jealous or even worse the enemies coming for you both. But let’s be honest, his confidence towards his helpers and your firm stature, the man was basically being guarded by people who loved him dearly.

But this time it was him proclaiming this protection towards you while you do the same; his claws slowly trace over your neck then he bit you, a hand held him close then he pinned your hands down.

Dominance was quite the competition between you two, but in this case you let him take lead until he said the word. His lips make contact with yours again while you moan in the kiss, his claws kept grazing your soft skin.

To Naib: you’re so fragile, but firm and confident, in his own words when you sat on his lap and held his neck lovingly he spoke slyly: “I love the kind of woman who can actually kill me.” If that didn’t turn you on then he doesn’t know what will.

Your quiet moans fill his ears he was rough but never to fast, the man wants to see every bit of you crumble before him until he decides you’re no longer keeping up.

You’d grip his shoulders loosely, voice growing loud and your pants start getting heavy. “Listen to yourself~” he whispers lovingly, “You were meant to be mine ever since you came here.” He bites your collarbone while his voice slurs in your ear. “You’re my little swan.”

Finally your high kicked in and he pulls away while groaning lowly, if the word high was two people it’d be you both. The way he’d push against your waist then go deep, the tears in your eyes start flowing down. “N-Naib I love you.”

Your voice croaked out he just hugs you close in between each thrust he grunts out a rough “I love you too.” Until he finally went through his own fair share of high.

Now the word came through, you sat on his lap and rode it for a moment: until you got up then pin him down to the bed sitting down again he understood the assignment.

Naib held onto your waist, “I love you, so much…” he nods. “You mean the world to me, I’ll stay by your side.” Another nod. “Naib…”

Silence, then you kiss him this time. He groans softly while your hips roll against his, he squeezed down as felt himself twitch inside you then came, “I love you my precious empress~.”

[sunflower1experiment]

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