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could I also ask for some general relationship/romance hcs with michiko & norton?

-📀 anon

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Ooh, Michiko and Norton, hm? I see... I can do these two, no worries. They have been on my list, anyway. Hopefully this is up to your expectations, 📀 anon. I tried my best with these two. ♪

Oh, and I'm trying a new format. Hopefully this is more easier to read. The last thing I need is for this to look.. Clunky. ”

General Romance HCs for: Michiko & Norton Campbell

Romance? What romance? Norton had expected the concept to not be possible with him.

Because of his past, he actually thought that life would be cruel to him. He's lost his companions in the accident... Others thought of him as a scumbag... Why would you think that he would be blessed with romance of all things?

The biggest thing that had changed his perception was definitely when he came to the manor. Enduring night terrors wasn't the greatest, and because of the life-threatening and altering events he endured, he's built up walls to protect himself.

He actually had nightmares of it- the gnawing fear feeding into the trauma he endured, the many times he had pushed others away, even using them in the past as stepping stones...

Norton truly thought that he was the scum of the Earth. A dead man. He does not deserve something so... So foolish and sweet as love.

... And yet, when he does fall in love?

He falls hard.

Don't get me wrong: a man of his caliber and experience is not an easy one to romance. He's a stubborn soul till the end, and can even be spiteful, too. But during his time in the mines and even with others in the manor, he's learned a few things on romance.

He likes to take the matter slow. He rushed into a few things himself in the past, and it has cost him. Because of that, he learned to take his time and ease himself into the relationship.

He, like Grace, likes collecting things. However, he would only collect authentic and real gems and minerals, often showing it to his lover when he deemed them to be trustworthy.

Norton is a bit of a flirt, but not overly or over the top. He likes to take it on a subtle turn, making sure that only he gets to see his beloved flustered or act embarrassed.

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually touch-starved! The Prospector likes to hold his lover close and show his affection that way, often opting to kiss parts of their skin and even trace words on the palms of their hands. However, if his lover expressed that they want to hold him and do the same, he might act a little... Adverse.

Be gentle with the man, please. Even if he pulls away, he will secretly thank his lover if they insist and help him stomp out the uncertainty cropping up on his mind. Even when in a relationship, he has moments of self-doubt and self-destructive behaviors, so it would do some good if his lover is able to get him out of it.

He would sometimes toss a magnet to them if he sees them in a match, mostly to get them away from the hunter, or (if its a friendly match), just to hug them. What? Can't he do that?

Hehe, how cruel... Of course he would do that.

In special days and anniversaries, he'd even have some dates planned. Getting stuck in the manor doesn't yield much date plans and locations, but with his lover and in love, the Prospector will do anything to make it special.

God knows this man is protective, and to a bigger fault than people may think. If there is someone that would put his lover in harm's way or even something in the match going awry, he'd be there to shield them.

He may dislike getting hurt after, but seeing his lover safe, it felt like getting new scars is worth the effort.

A man with a streak of misfortune as Norton is, there's a lot of mystery behind the once greedy survivor. Although now that he's a lot more... Lax, he's able to show his love to his beloved if they stuck by his side for so long.

Despite seeing the prettiest of jewels and minerals, to him, his lover is the prettiest and rarest of them all.

“ ... Sometimes, I wonder what makes you attracted to me. We're both opposites, but I guess that's what makes the saying, ‘Opposites Attract’ true, hm? ”

Oh dear... Michiko is probably not the best with romance. Or, at least, rekindling it.

Let's just say the Geisha has had her experience with love. She had fallen in love with Miles, after all, and after all that she endured, she has yet to return to it when she was still in grief.

Much like Norton, be patient with the lady. After her first time, she's a lot more wary and wouldn't want to hurt someone's feelings for her withdrawal nature.

She is a little avoidant of romance in this aspect at first, thinking that she herself did not deserve any sort of affection from others. Combine that with the prejudice in the past...

It is understandable on why she's too cautious of people, and especially to those who like her, yes?

Although she may be reluctant to start again in the aspect of romance and courting, she has her own ways to show she likes someone once she has fallen for the person in question.

It is a bit of a slow burn before she gets to really liking the person, considering the underlying trauma and fear she has in showing her vulnerability. She's still trying to recover through it, but sometimes, she would contemplate on what makes someone so... Special.

Although, when she fully falls for the person, that is where the actual healing path starts and her desire to love again.

She used to do performances due to her job as a Geisha, so she would often show said performances to her lover if they wish to see it.

A woman that respects tradition despite the prejudice she endures from Westerners, she would teach her beloved how some of them operate, just so they would know how things work and especially when a special occasion comes.

Michiko is a woman that values quality like most, but she does have a bit of a habit in tending to her beloved's needs like a quiet wife should. She would do it without even thinking much of it, giggling when she see the embarrassed look in her beloved's face.

What? It's cute, come on— admit it. It isn't every day you really get to see her smile now, is it?

She often likes to be the one to put on makeup for her and her lover, depending if they really want to dress up with her. She would also be the one to manage their outfits, sometimes having others help in tailoring specific costumes and keeping it hush-hush.

In matches, Michiko would often travel with her beloved around the map whilst speaking to them. She wouldn't mind having to listen to some stories with them, or even speak about her own tales. If they're lucky, she'd even put on a little show for them and the other survivors!

The butterfly she summons out of resentment seem to flock over to her lover, akin to a moth drawing itself close to a flame. It is interesting when this happens, because Michiko would swear that they like her lover more than herself.

It did came with a downside, in that sense that she would find herself dashing over to her beloved in her Prajna form when she wasn't feeling up to being nice.

Not that she minds, really— have you seen her grab emote? Yes. She'll do that to her lover if that was the case.

Speaking of her Prajna form, she would actually use that form around her lover rarely. Though, when they desire it, she will turn into that form and let them do what they wish.

She is a lot more unhinged when she's in that form, but miraculously, the lady would act like a domesticated beast and wouldn't even think of acting on her urges when she was not in her beauty form.

She does express her shame switching into it sometimes as she doesn't like to scare her beloved. The Prajna form is only reserved to matches and if there's people she really, really dislikes. Almost heavily so.

However, if her lover expressed that matter with an affirmative or a comforting statement, she will ease herself in showing that form more often.

Geisha is one of the few hunters that have experienced love, and although it left her with a bad experience, she is doing well and is healing through the love shared with her partner.

All it takes is patience and honesty— after all, she has endured so much in her time.

All she truly desires is for life to be kind to her, and to give her another shot of romance.

“ My beloved, it's a pleasure to see you again. I have something I wish to show you— a performance for you, as today is a special day. Would you like to see it? I'm sure you'll love it. ”

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Interviewing Fallen Stars~ [Act 1]

Ft. @idv-ask-the-showman (this has been proofread.)

Note// This is content in means to feature residents that are active in Olectus Manor :)

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{At Laurence's Studios}

Laurence// Good morning, fellas!!! *cheers and music can be heard in the bg* Today is a new beginning once again! I'm Laurence Godfrey, your local reporter of Oletus Times!

Laurence// Welcome to "Interviewing Fallen Stars!" Show~ ✨️🎉

Laurence// The honored guest for this month is going to be....

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Phineas// HEYYYYYYY!!! >:DD 🎉✨️<- {Phineas Smith, the Bitterfly Showman} *kicks the box that has been hiding him out of the way */ih

Laurence// Alright, my friend! Feel yourself at home. :)

Phineas// Oh yes, I really feel like I'm still sitting on my couch- *leans back on the guest armchair dramatically* But of course... THERE IS NO OTHER PLACE LIKE HOME~~ (n3n)✨️

Laurence// Well said, my man! And well, how are you doing?

Phineas// I'm doing wonderful...! Fantastic! supercalifragilisticexpialidocious~!!!

Laurence// I love your spirit! Well, here are some questions some people may like to know about you... Would it be alright if I address each of them? ^^✨️

Phineas// OH-✨️ That’s perfectly great! Hit me up, I'll do all my best to answer them all. >:)

Laurence// Excellent, and no worries! We have all day. B))✨️

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What's the inspiration that created his circus? Like even the origin of its name?

“oh! MANY generations ago, my ancestors were poor and hardly had a penny to their name. But there were a pair of twins, a girl and a boy, who were skilled with some card tricks and dances. They put their skills into use after seeing how their parents struggle to meet their needs. They would always go at night to the public gardens and perform there underneath the moonlight for a living, surprisingly catching ppl’s attention...."

"They would talk about the beautiful girl who dance among the butterflies of the garden and the boy with the beautiful blue gem like eyes and charming smile, shocking everyone with his card tricks. By how much attention they had gotten, they earned a lot of money and managed to save their family from dying from hunger..."

"They didn’t stop after that though, and instead continued it and invited the rest of their family to join in, they decided they would open a circus (aka the Butterfly of the Blue Moon) and travel the world to not only for their needs, but also spread the joy and happiness they also feel~”

What regions did the circus used to travel in Europe?

“The circus normally stays in one place for a whole year before moving to another. It was at first limited around Europe and mostly Germany yet we managed to expand the horizons at the end! Later on, we started to go to other nations as well as we could while recruiting more people along the way. That is how our circus has many people from multiple backgrounds!”

What should the audience know you as? Either by name or occupation

“I do not mind what my beloved audience calls me, as long as it is not disrespectful!! Normally, I would like to have a closer bond with them, and if they just call me by my name!”

What does the circus offer for one's entertainment and delight?

“The Circus offers all kinds of entertainment that has never seen before! We proud ourselves by our unlimited imagination and how far we are willing to go just to draw a happy smile on everyone faces~ There is a reason why it was ranked #1 after all, so it's worth to come and see it yourself~! hehehe.”

When do performances usually start?

“hmm~ it depends, but normally we start the main shows around nighttime when the moon is high in the sky! But there would still be mini shows that start around daytime.”

Are there any times or days where you can contact Phineas for questions?

“You can hang out with me around the afternoon, where I normally be in the greenhouse and enjoy my afternoon tea time break!”

What's with the theme about butterflies from his performances?

“The butterflies were always around when the twins were performing, giving how the garden was full of them, so it became a tradition in the circus to always have butterflies fly as the crest. They fly around freely, and we make sure they are treated well. There are times you can find the butterflies roaming around, or even having the performers wear butterfly themed outfits!”

What do you like and dislike?

“I dislike heats and close tied places… it brings bad memories… I especially also dislike it when someone talk about my own death without me allowing them to. As for what I like~… hmm~ MAN, there is a lot! But you can say one of them is enjoying some theatre shows and hanging out with my friends!”

Favorite holiday? Favorite food?

"I like Christmas! The nice cold wind and the beautiful atmosphere you get when hanging out with your family, ahh~ such a priceless feeling!” “As for the food, it would be none-sugar apple pie! My nanny used to make it a lot of times for me!”

What are your thoughts when receiving gifts from fans or admirers?

“oh~ the sheer joy and happiness I get when I receive a gift from my beloved fans is just over the moon!! I would even start feeling bad since I wouldn’t have something to return the favour, so I tend to either invite them for a small mini tea party or I go out of my way to get them something, hahah!”

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Laurence// Well, these are all the questions for you so far! Everyone, if there are any more things you want to ask to Phineas. Let him know!

Phineas// YESSS! I’m always at the certain butterfly trailer door if anyone needs me- you might find it easily, it's not so far from Laurence's door after all~!

Laurence// Thank you so much for coming over, Phineas! Want a cup of lemon tea? :DD

Phineas// Don't mention it! And you don't bother to offer... I'm already drinking from the jug~ ^^ *sipping from a huge cup of tea *

Laurence// *notices that his jug of tea in his hand is now empty* Huh...??? Oh, Oh well,,,,;;; 🤣😅

THE END

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here's some of my not-so popular Norton Campbell (Prospector) headcanons

If you have any requests for me to write about an IDV character, feel free to send it to my ask box!

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"Hard labor breeds hard workers. Time of need raises desperation."

indigenous Mexican! Spanish is his first language

5'3ft, 160lbs

missing an eye from the mining incident, also has asthma & black lung from the incident. gets phantom pains a lot

he won't ever cut his hair or shave his facial hair again due to how long it took him to grow it back from the incident

has night terrors, auditory & visual hallucinations due to really bad PTSD

low empathy/sympathy, never had time to process his emotions well, having ASPD and autism

also due to never being able to have time to express himself freely, if he is overwhelmed with an emotion of joy he tends to tremble or tear up, and because of this often goes on a "walk" to avoid social interaction while he composes himself

social chameleon -- knows that he has to be socially caught-up and "likeable" to help his odds in survivability, he comes off as very null at first as he gauges a social group before quickly becoming a people pleaser in his own way whilst setting strict boundaries to not mess with him

in fact, most of the things he does is for survivability though often times unnoticed. he will actively overanalyze things and keep his true thoughts to himself buried deep in his chest out of fear of being ostracized which could lead to less of a chance of surviving in his mind

he isn't very expressive, a monotone gravely voice that has been rasped by years of working in the mines and a stone cold "dead face" that stares at you. even if he's incredibly comfortable with you, this is something he is working on due to his own personal workings

his name isn't actually Norton Campbell, it's a name he picked up to get easier work outside of Mexico & because I enjoy playing with the idea that he faked his own death to try to escape that life of poverty

he enters fight or flight very quickly if push comes to shove

he has intense pyrophobia & struggles with claustrophobia now due to the mining incident. he is also scared of the dark, but he will never confess to that

being a bit superstitious, Norton actively avoids graveyards if possible & is terrified of crows, but again, he may never confess to that.

Norton genuinely believes that opening up will give people leverage over him or knowledge to be weaponized against him, so if he ever opens up to someone it means he genuinely does trust them wholeheartedly. alongside this, he would never confess to his pains, physical or mental disabilities out of fear of people using this as a way to step over him to get what they want

he was pulled out of school to work in the mine, but on his little free time would vigorously study with hopes to become some sort of chemist, geologist or gemologist, having a distinct passion for these fields. during the time in the manor would probably sneak off in the night to the library to study whatever he can get his hands on, but he would rather drop dead than confess that if you ever catch him studying

he also really loved birds growing up, a special interest of his. when he was younger he released a cage of canaries to the mining crew's dismay and earned the nickname "Canario" (Canary) to mock or belittle his "heroic act", because in his mind if he couldn't be free of working in the mines, the beautiful songbirds should instead of being condemned to the mines until they die like him, surely. he actually took that name with stride as he grew up, even keeping the "C" from that name to pick out his new surname when he left his old town behind as he picked out the name "Campbell"

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IDV OC Sleeping Headcanons {ft. S/O}

Note// OCs are mine, oc x reader so hehehe ùwú 🌸✨

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Rosalyn Darling {Puppeteer}

Precious darling,,, just like her last name/fr.

Doesn't snore,,, nor doesn't move, she sleeps like dead- but heartbeats are always ringing with a lovely melody, so sleeping in her comfy chest is like high quality pillow,,,- uwu

Sleeps like a precious bean,,, you can see angels trying to fight off her nightmares for her-

She usually cuddles Cecilion to sleep, but if you want. She wouldn't mind a comfy heater as her cuddle buddy for tonight,,❤️

The first time she tries to sleep in the same bed as you, she got supper shy with a lot of shades of red on her cheeks and ears,,-

But she quickly adapts to the unfamiliar experience after a few more nights with you.

Would softly tell you "Buenas noches, cariño,,," affectionately whenever you get to sleep at the same. Would sing you her native land’s ballads if you still cannot sleep,,,

There are times she is the one to start sleeping earlier before you do.

Rosie is not a selfish kinds of lover,,, but whenever you do stay until she wakes up, she feels so loved and probably questioning how does she deserves you to be on her side... QWQ

Prefers to sleep alone all the time, the times when she have to be roommates with people, they made her feels so uncomfortable and insecure to even sleep with them starting at her-

But when it comes to you gazing at her, it somehow relaxes her knowing that is just you and not some person who she barely knows 2 things about what they dislike and like-

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Kitty Nutella {Chocolatier}

"Hey,,, you still awake???"

Usually, Kitty would stay almost all night because the sweets got into her-

She probably sleeps after you regularly- but always encourages you to sleep early as possible, she doesn’t want you to get tired in the morning just yet when she wants to spend more time awake with you,,,! òwó

Rarely snores nor loves much. Of course she makes those cute quiet noises when sleeping that might get you relaxed throughout the night.

Moves when sleeping- expect arms suddenly spreading like cat paws and legs bumping into yours,,,

Along with a big unconscious  hug from her afterwards- unintentionally using you as sleeping plush.

Actually would want you to stay even when she wakes up,,, she'll quick starts to miss you if you don't give her a morning kiss! ówò

Usually likes to read fairytale before bedtime herself,,, it just reminds her of happy childhood memories he temporarily had before she had to quickly become an adult... Having you read them for her would be very heartwarming for her, makes her feel at home once again.

"Sweet dreams, sugar,,, you're the best...!" nwn✨

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Angel Drew {Tailor}

Super mindful, softly reminds you to do any sleeping routine before you go to bed like skincare, snack, some quick meditation, etc.

He sleeps after you as he has a nocturnal side on his job.

If you suffer insomnia, he'll stay awake for you and keep helping you until you sleep- his sleeping schedule is non-existent anyway and his s/O's sleep is pretty much what matters to him for his sleepless mind.

Usually, he likes to have himself sleeping to his side and not crossing your boundaries on the bed when sleeping.

Of course, he absolutely won't mind you leaning on his chest or snuggling yourself in the crook of his neck- his breath would hitch quietly if you do it suddenly but eventually relaxes into your hold.

Angel is always sounding so tired in such relaxing manner, gentle whispers to you everywhere. A lot of compliments under the moonlight and adoring you more.

"Feeling calm now, dulzura,,,? Or shall i massage you more to make you feel better,,,~?"

"Amor... Bellísima..." *starts smooching you more on your pretty face,,,,-*

"I-If you keep kissing my neck like that before bedtime,,, i probably won't be able to sleep tonight,,,"

Sleepy Angel can be turned into a touchy Angel the amount of cuddling you both do,,, And touchy Angel can even speak a bit drunk,, sleepy and not thinking much bc he feeling snuggly,,,

He sleeps with a perfect, elegant posture and looking a bit stiff,,, Seeing him sleep would feel you're looking at a calmed, beautiful statue that is breathing softly.

His snores can be barely heard,,,

Doesn't mind if he gets spooned during sleeping, though there will be also time where he wants to hold you, as he wants to make you feel safe with him,,,

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Laurence Godfrey {News Reporter}

Yes, included him bc he's fun to write,,,

Snores very quietly... But moves around when sleeping, just his head and arms though,,, His legs usually stay in one side peacefully.

He would usually sleep WAY after you because he works at late night, so if you wait for him to get in the bed while pretending to sleep, you'll feel strong arms gently holding your waste as warm breath behind your neck softly.

"I know you're still awake, babe...~ Sleep, I'm home now… *gives a small peck on your neck before snoring quietly*"

Loves holding you while you sleep, it makes him feel warm and cozy.

He's talkative, but also a cheesy dark who reads a bit before bed time,,,, Expect him to recite one of the most romantic lines from one of Shakespeare's books.

He may be loud in the morning, afternoon, and evening. But he may be a total different person at night when he shares the bed with you.

He's in a much more serious, calmer state when about to sleep, probably as if he wants to now start telling about his day and how he seriously feels about it, letting everything out before finally relaxing more...

He honestly isn't afraid to share you stuff, and he hopes you can do the same someday.

If you’re the type of person who would go along with your lover at his business trip- he wouldn’t mind! Plus, he would even book the flight tickets for you~ plus, you’re going to often either have your own bed or sleep on the same bed at a hotel-

Don’t worry, he’s very respectful- no touching you other than cuddles~ 🥰

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Akihiko Sato {Cameraman}

i included him too because he's most likely one of my types to date-/ih

Sleeps quietly. Like Angel he sleeps with a perfect posture and looking a bit stiff

Offers you cute Sanrio style face masks and pocky snacks before bedtime-

Yes, he finds that not good of him, but having a time with you while looking through whatever manga you guys bought before going to sleep makes him feel much closer to you,,, in a very good way.

Not the touchy type, but occasionally places his hand on top of yours while sleeping to make sure you're still with him.

If you turned out to have woken up earlier than him (which is surprising since there's him waking up at 5 am straight), he would start feeling the bed and tapping it only to realize you're not in the bed-

So if you're still sitting on the bed, he'll make himself waddle near where you are sitting and hug your back as he makes his long japanese sleeves of his pajamas cover almost your whole torso comfortingly,,,,

"Go back to bed, hubby/waifu,,, it's still too early."

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Curious question! I have stories (mainly idv) that aren’t X-Reader fics— would y’all still like to see them or no?

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my fav ivory tower students 🫶

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NortAlice Week - Day 4: Interview

A second interview <o<

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F!CK BOYS GONE SOFT

( mercenary , batter & prospector ) + gn!reader

# MINOR WRITING SMUT , #ihatewritingdialouge , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

It was a mutual agreement between the both of you that you were fucking for the pure reason of letting off steam after being stuck in this hell hole. 

No feelings were supposed to be caught. No hearts were meant to be thawed. And yet, they find themselves yearning for your touch long after your last session.

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✦— THE MERCENARY

If being between your legs was where he wished to be, then who were you to deny him access to the most private part of your body? Where Naib works his magic and milks you of your essence while paying you back in waves of pleasure.

The Mercenary looks so lost in his work that you think he doesn’t notice the change in pitch. That you’ve adjusted your grip on his hair to a softer, gentler hold. Your moans are light, airy, and not at all the ones that left your throat hoarse and raspy the night before. No, that can’t be right. And it doesn’t take him long before he finds the spot that pushes you over. The spot that has your back arching off the mattress. The spot that has you screaming his name like it’s going out of style.

And god does pleasure look good on you, as Naib refuses to remove his eyes from you as he watches the aftermath of you coming undone in front of him. Such a passionate and intimate thing for his eyes and his eyes only as your essence coats his hands and tongue. To think he’d pull his head away after you came is just stupid. Have you not learned from previous sessions? You coming only gives him more reason to drop down there and give you more, but Naib holds himself back.

The next few moments are a blur as you try to calm down after your orgasm, but it seems Naib won’t let you. The sound of something being unzipped and his pants hitting the floor pulls you from your recovery. He’s prepped you enough, hasn’t he?

“It’ll hurt a little, but only for a second.” The Mercenary whispers in your ear as a warning to brace for what’s about to come. It makes him wonder, and only for a split second, if you ever realized how much he loves you. The amount of thought and care that goes into every move he makes towards you. Maybe you’re just dense, or maybe it’s not like that. He won’t know until he tells you. Or, until you tell him.

Your hands rush to clamp themselves over your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans flooding from it. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this (and certainly not the last…), but it’s always a tight fit. A tight fit that neither of you can get enough of. Your hands don’t last though, as the Mercenary is quick to rip your hands away from your mouth. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. You don’t need him to say anything else.

It’s not long before you feel the familiar warmth strengthen between your legs. By now, Naib’s memorized your every tell that you’re going to come. By the way your legs tighten around his waist and the way your hands reach to clasp his biceps to try and hold on. It’s the way you attempt to not pass out when you feel everything just snap.

“God, I love you so much,” Naib admits before even realizing what he just said. You’ve never seen the man freeze so fast, or go so red. Before his hands cover his mouth you pin his wrists down to the bed.

“Wait—! H-hold on,” you say, still recovering from your orgasm that happened just seconds ago. “What did you say?”

The Mercenary stares at you before opening his mouth to say: “I didn’t say anything.” He’s trying to play it with a convincing tone in his voice, but it’s hard to believe when he practically shouts it.

“No, Naib,” you huff out “Are you playing me?” You question. Your face molds into worry and concern. Instead, he avoids your gaze. There’s nothing else for him to do in this situation is there.

“Fine. If you won’t say it, then I will.” You state before grabbing Naibs face and pressing it into yours. The Mercenary tries (and he really does) to do anything but melt into your touch. In the end, it proves to be no use. Pulling away, you say: “Naib, there is no one else I love more than you.”

“Thanks for confirming what I already know, babe.”

✦— THE BATTER

Not every affair starts with a heated make-out session, but every heated make-out session ends with the two of you having sex. With your lips entwined as your fingers roam through his hair, the two of you make a mad dash to whoever’s room is closer as playful giggles slip out along the way.

It started as just another way to let yourself go and cut loose a little after another night of terror from Ganji. How could you not tell that the Batter saw you as more than just some fuck buddy? That his eyes weren’t only filled with lust, but love for you and you entirely?

Maybe this can be his way of showing you, whether you get it or not. Whether you understand the soft kisses he lays on your chest. Whether you understand the praises that fall from his lips. Whether you understand it's taken him too long to finally muster up the courage to confess to you.

You’ve stripped each other of your clothes leaving both of you bare naked. The only thing covering you are the multiple hickeys decorating your chest as well as between your legs. The pleasure overrides any pain felt from when he initially pushed his way inside of you. Before you know it, you're babbling all over his cock while he presses gentle kisses all over your face. You look so cute like this—all flushed out and pink.

Ganji's smart, but overlooks your cock drunkenness and traces his finger along your jaw and other places. Eventually, his finger meets your back and traces along your spine. His finger does weird swoops along your backside. It's all just a simple way of telling you 'I love you.' without having to utter a word.

Maybe it's the way you moan out his name as your hips move up and down on his cock. Or maybe it's the look in your eyes when he meets them. The Batter's not sure where the courage comes from, but all he knows is that he can't stand another moment of you not being his.

"[name] I- fuck, I love you." He barely manages to grunt out, snapping you from your thoughts to look at him with wide eyes.

"What-?"

It's then he thinks he fucked up. That he has demolished all of the hard work he put into this relationship. This is it. This is the end of your bond.

"No, shit I'm sorry just forget what I said," Ganji mutters out, immediately flipping you over so that your lying down on your back. "I'll make you come real hard if you just forget everything I just said, 'k?" Ganji says with caution in his voice. Maybe you're not the only one oblivious in this relationship of yours.

"Really? You love me?"

Ganji tears his eyes away from wherever he is looking at looks right at you. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If not for you I don't think I'd ever get the chance to say this," you chimed, pulling him in for a long and passionate kiss first. "Ganji, I love you more than the stars themselves."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR 

The bed will break long after the Prospector, Norton Campbell, has had his way with you. He won’t stop until his sheets are soaked in your combined essences until your scent has been embedded into his mattress, and until he can get the words out to tell you how he feels.

For too long has Norton been labeled as your “fuck buddy” and he wants out of it. Every round feels like another chance to prove he’s perfect for you. How many people know your favorite book? Your favorite place to relax? Your favorite position? The sensitive spots on your body? Who else knows exactly where to touch and what to say? All he needs you to answer is if you like him or not.

“Shit—always feel so good,” Norton manages to grunt out after thrusting into you. He knows he’s found your sweet spot (again…) when he pulls a loud moan from your sweet lips. So attentive to your wants and needs that he can’t help but hit the spot again and again, listening as your moans grow louder with each thrust.

The Prospector mutters something under your breath he thinks went by unnoticed. Pulling you from your aroused state to ask him what’s wrong. All he can do is sigh and shake his head as his arms wrap around you. A bit tighter than usual, but not uncomfortable.

“Norton—! What’s the matter?” You manage to huff out. It’s obvious something is plaguing his mind, but the Prospector is as stubborn as ever and refuses to tell you. “Fine then,” you tell him “I guess I just won’t let you come.”

Now that gets his attention, and he instantly slows his pace. You allow him to keep going, but only if he starts talking.

“I’m too scared to say it,” Norton states.

“Why?” You ask.

Norton looks down at where you're still connected. It’s only then you notice he’s stopped. “Because I don’t want it to ruin whatever we’ve got going on. I don’t want to lose everything.” He admits through gritted teeth.

“Do you think it’s that bad that you’d lose everything?” You ask, concern now seeping into your voice.

All he does is sigh before bringing his face closer to yours. “God, is it seriously not obvious enough? Shit, [name] I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and I didn’t want to say anything in fear of ruining—“ he gestures using his hands to the both of you. “this. A-and I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me after this but you asked so—“

He doesn’t get to finish as you cover his lips with yours. “Silly prospector, I love you more than you could imagine.” You confess before feeling Norton melt into your kiss once more.

note: hiii fish nation…sorry about the random hiatus, it will probably happen again 😆😆😆. thank you all so much for 100+ followers! it means the absolute most to me knowing there are actually people who enjoy reading what I have to write. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you for everything so far. 🩷🩷🩷. this is so ass oh my gosh

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[ikenoklasm]

Actors AU my beloved. I need to process act 2 first, not that I'm super upset to begin with. But still...

Some AU HC below.

HC: Viktor, is a classically trained theater actor. Think Denzel Washington, Tom Hiddleston, Judi Dench etc.

Won an Emmy for his role as Arcane Viktor 😭🤣🤣 Pre-Arcane, he's a rising talent on indie films, he's usually cast on films being shown on festivals like the Cannes. He's usually in the Berlinale crowd though.

[akuma-tenshi]

having a lot of fun with these two tonight

[idv-news-boi]

->{COA Act 2} Day as the Trickster's Secretary🌆

Characters// OCs {Beth Anastazja from my friend, Connor Morozov, Angel Drew} & Canons

Warning// Some suggestive here and there, dark themes because is Call of the Abyss we're talking about- these COA stories are drafts for tumblr. Beth x Aesop content hehe-

___

Just a normal day at the office... Same story, same routine... but different days.

It may be just normal days like usual, but Beth knows every different day is not the same as the next one.

The Trickster's Secretary performs like a regular person, going through office work, fixing and organizing the schedule for the man in suitcase... But she knows what she's doing isn't a normal job to do... She's assisting one of the men who's going against the Nether's path.

As much as how dangerous it is, the Trickster often makes his matters and his secretary not get mixed for the sake of Beth's safety. Having himself do the dirty work as his assistant helps him and his comrades a little behind the scenes.

The routine can be exhausting at the end, that is why both Beth and Aesop are there for each other at the end of the day.

The raven haired man sighs as he puts down his suitcase on the entrance of the studio they both share. Without needing to say more, Beth comes to him with a relief smile on her gentle face.

"..W-Welcome back, sir!"

She greets as she helps him take our his coat and the suitcase to be placed aside. She notices that coat is stained in some blood marks, so she mentally takes in mind to deeply wash them off later.

"I'm so glad you're back in one piece,,," The Secretary softly adds.

"... I'm back." Said the Trickster, pleased by the little, warm welcome.

It's almost afternoon, Trickster usually works at night so he would often start working from evening to all night until morning...

His errands tend to be sometimes unusual for the brunette maiden, making her question his sleeping schedule.

"I-I'll go make some coffee.. You must be needing some boos-"

"I'm fine, Beth... Thanks-"

The man quickly responds once taking out his gloves, he quickly makes his way towards the kitchen before Beth can protest which causes her to giggle a bit.

"No- mister! Go sit on the couch and rest,,,,! You've done a lot last night!"

Beth pouts lightly as she makes the cute eyes at her beloved boss.

Oh No- this is bad for Trickster...

Eventually, the Trickster stared at her for a bit. Before quietly making his way back to the coach-

His head lowers down lightly while sitting, as if he just failed to resist....

But- Little does he expect.

Beth just placed a tentacle on Aesop's mug..

He's too tired to even notice that until the moment he leans on the mug-

"AH- oh."

M a n. That was embarrassing... It actually made out of candy, even-

Beth giggles quietly at the reaction of the light prank. However- Aesop seriously stares back at her, already making some devilish plans to take that back.

He must prank her back.

So that's what he shall do.

Aesop makes his hands emerge into his tentacles, before jump scaring Beth from behind while she was washing her hands-

Hearing her yelp, he then feels a bit guilty so he ends up also giving her a hug,,,

They both can do nothing but laugh at their silliness-

At the end, they enjoyed dinner together, Beth then starts washing his coat as she lets Aesop read an important documentary at the living room together...

Noticing that it's getting dark now outside, the decide to sleep in their own separate rooms.

"Good night, Beth. Sweet dreams..."

Says Aesop calmly now in his black and white striped pajamas as he's by the lady's doorway, facing Beth inside her room. Laying in her bed all wrapped up while smiling tiredly at the man who's her boss but also dear friend of hers.

"Good night, Aesop..."

She says back softly, waving. Receiving a wave back before the dark-haired man does the favor to turn off her lights before closing the door.

Sometimes, she would lean back on her bed and question... Are they really friends...? She has a longing for him... For him to be something more than just her friend-

Meanwhile... Trickster wishes this can be always stay the same. Yet he knows that's not always the case... So he'll try his best for Beth and for himself to protect them both.

___

"Are... We there yet?"

Angel carefully asks as he's sitting in a stool from one of the chamber rooms at the ship he's sharing with Connor. Making sure he's leaning closer to the sound pipe that functions as a communicator to where Connor is at the steering wheel.

He is looking through the mirror, changing his earrings in such graceful manner. He has his own accessories stored in a big suitcase that's placed along with the other 20... (which Connor had to struggle in carrying them to the ship fnfnnnf-).

"No, We're not yet there, princess."

Connor responds blankly, though having a teasing tone at the end of the sentence. Receiving a huff sound from the other. Noticing that Angel may not have asked that before, but he can tell how impatient the noble salesman may seem.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood to go up and try to stab you with my rapier-"

"Heh." That's what the pirate merely said to the offended shop keeper.

Unsurprisingly, the journey won't always go as smooth nor uneventful.

As Angel is closing off the sound pipe for now as he frowns a bit, he continues putting on his accessories and some light makeup.

He's a man, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have privileges to treat himself with some style for the trip-

The gentleman was about to grab for his brush, until he notices something from the corner of his eyes. Which is where the window on his left.

He quickly turns around, taking suspicions that there's something from the other side of the window- only to see nothing.

To be honest, he really swears he saw something with... Colorful scales.

Well... Must be his imagination for now- Staying inside the chambers for too long will get him to nausea side effects, so it's best to now go out of the ship.

Agreeing with his idea, he equips his pouch and sword holder before opening the door, closing it back once getting out.

He's aware that staying on a ship won't be always how he usually lives on land... He must be more aware now.

[luvmaiil]

Hi hello <3 I’m taking up idv commisions for the Mitsuji Kamata Crossover ! (specifically Archduchess, Re-Animator & Cannoneer)

Im Zane, I’ve been writing for a few years now and I’m trying to get into it again after a lengthy break! This is the first time I’m opening up commisions as well just so everyone knows.

Im willing to write survivor x survivor, survivor x reader or hunter x reader. I can even write none idv things if you want as long as you’re able to gift me the skin in game!

Please note that I am a gender neutral and male reader centered blog and I mainly write for male characters as well but I’m willing to write for female characters if wanted

Seeing as the skins are around $21, it would be 2K to 3k words per fic!

My strength is oneshots but I also write drabbles, headcanons, etc.

If you want to commision me my dms are open and we can go from there, have an amazing day (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

[bimboothefool]

Hi!! Can I request a yandere Emil and Ada x gn reader? Maybe how they met the reader, how will treat them if they ever abduct them, up to you!

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

Oh Yes you may and I had to rewatch their introduction trailer just to get a good feel of their personalities. Hopefully you’ll enjoy these headcanons Anon! ^7^ 🩷 Happy Halloween to you all, hopefully this halloween was great and you got a bunch of treats or atleast had fun!!🎃🎉

Warning this story isn't suitable for an audience of 17 & younger.

This story contains the following subject matters: Drugging, Gaslighting, Possessive & Manipulative Behavior, Kidnapping, Brainwashing and Forced Marriage (???) If you click read more you've consented to reading this story.

- There’s two possibilities they’ll meet you, You’re either Ada’s coworker/psychology nurse or are a patient like Emil.

- If you’re Ada’s coworker, she’ll often observe how you behave, what your quirks are and overall take in as much info about you as possible.

- Ada falls in love with seeing how devoted you are to making sure the patients are comfortable and safe. Every time to obediently follow her orders or trial behind her, her heart skips a beat.

- She also takes into account how your relationship is with Emil, sometimes leaving him in your care as she quickly “attends” to other patients.

- Emil would at first be weary of you, but soon warms up to you. He’ll cling to you often wanting to lay his head on your shoulder or lap.

- Emil grips onto your hand, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He craves your attention and affection.

- Emil falls in love with how gentle and kind you are to him. He’s been so deprived of it, finally getting it is like finding cold, crisp oasis in a cruel, hot desert.

- Ada seeing how well you take care of Emil, involves you in their escape plan. Basically feeding you half truths and getting you coaxed into this plan.

- If you don’t agree and stand your ground, she drugs you and takes you with her. Emil clings to your unconscious form immediately, hugging you close. Wanting your warmth as Ada drives.

- Now onto if you’re a patient like Emil, he’s pretty antisocial during his time at the asylum. Barely talking to anyone else, you showed him a sliver of kindness, he’s practically attached at the hip with you.

- Often seeking you out and asking where you are. Wherever you go, he follows right after you.

- Ada seeing this change in behavior does a bit of bargains with the higher ups and is soon assigned as your psychologist.

- She’s very intrigued on how you operate as well. Learning every intimate detail about you.

- Ada proposes the idea of taking you out of this place, proposing you’re better off with her than in here.

- She’ll again just kidnaps and drugs you if you say no.

- Now onto how they both treat you after you’re abducted for both scenarios.

- If you resisted, when you wake up, you’re tied up. Ada knows how clever you are and isn’t taking any chances. She knows that using a different method on you into making you love both her and Emil is her top priority along with helping Emil.

- “Don’t worry my love, soon you’ll see things our way. For now rest up.” Ada looks down at your restrained form.

- When the hypnosis results start to stagnate, she knows they’ve yielded incredible results. ‘ Maybe, just maybe they’ll work on you. ‘

- So now you’re apart of her tests, your backbone is forcibly ripped from you. Your autonomy is taken from you piece by piece.

- Emil helps out by constantly being beside you, seeking you out frequently and offering you comfort and security. Feeding you the idea that he nor Ada would never hurt you. They want you to be as free and happy as they are.

- After many tests, you finally crack and often needing to be close to Ada or Emil. If both they’re both around, the merrier your time is spent with them. You crave their attention at first. But slowly you needed their love.

- Ada and Emil’s love becomes your addiction, their kisses make your knees buckle, their embrace keeps you grounded and it all felt so right.

- The once loud voice screaming for you to run and hide, starts to get quieter and quieter. You don’t want to run from your beloveds. They’re your lovers, why would you run from them.

- Ada and Emil have shown you what true love is. They would never hurt you. Ada and Emil love you and you love them.

- If you went along and complied, Ada uses this to her advantage. Using Emil as a way to tempt you to not defy her. Emil isn’t innocent, he plays along and amplifies how he needs you too. Having without you, means he’s incomplete.

- With time it does its twisted job, you fall in love with Emil and soon Ada. You look forward to their kisses, the nights where you cuddle eachother.

- You all practically are each other’s entire world, you know even death won’t make neither of you part.

- This is true love, the pinnacle of pure, unconditional and unadulterated love.

- In both scenarios, when you all receive an invite. When both Ada and Emil, propose to you. Your heart is beating with sick joy. First a getaway from this life you’ve outgrown and now being engaged to the two people you clutch onto dearly.

- “Paradise… Here we come.” You smile with broken delight. You now have rings on both of your ring finger. This is the start of a new chapter, with your new wife and husband.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

[evil-lovergirl]

WRITE A RENTAL AU WITH FLORIAN AND MY LIFE IS YOURS😈😈😈

! short nsfw fic . . . florian brand , fire investigator . . . >> RENT-A-PARTNER AU! >> includes a 'rented' reader, florian attempts to tempt reader out of being a rental, gets pegged stupid instead, reader is not depicted as a 'good' person, pegging [char. receiving], whiny florian, one-sided love (char. > reader), implied one-night stand, no aftercare, modern au, most likely ooc, lowercase intended

it wasn't meant to come to this, florian reminds himself as he watches you slowly climb on top of him, feeling his heart beat faster, unsure if it was from the impending thrill or something else.

he was just curious, he watches you undo his pants and boxers, now between his legs as he feels your hands make their way to his hips, squeezing tightly enough to make him giggle and shift in your grip.

but it doesn't mean he wants to let you go, afterall, nobody else has ever made him feel so excited when simply putting lube on, your fingers making sure to get it all as deep as possible inside of him, a couple of breathy moans escaping him as you prepped him.

he remembers the first time he rented you out. he thought it was funny - people buying out temporary lovers. he's stumbled across your profile by accident ; truly, he really was just curious, curious enough to rent you out for one simple day. why had you so many good reviews? why were you so desired? such a high price for that first date, but maybe it was worth it.

however, he doesn't really care now. he saw your pretty little face, that sweet voice of yours, and he was smitten. you put up with his eccentricity - even if it was in the name of money - better than anyone else he's ever met.

how could he not love it when you pull your fingers out of him, leaving him to whine at the emptiness before pressing the tip of your strap against his hole that tightened around nothing?

"you know, y-you- haah - could d-do this every- nnghh - day to m-me," he pants out as you huff at his words. nothing new to you, of course.

"let's not fantasize about such things now, doll." you chastise, not giving him a word before slamming your hips into his, his eyes immediately rolling back as he tensed for a moment.

"ngh! g-give me a- haah - warning first, why don't y-you?"

"i thought you liked the surprise?" you muse as your hands grip his waist tight enough to leave red marks in their wake before you slowly begin to move the strap insid of him.

"you know me sooo well..." he mumbled with a silly grin as his arms reached out to loops around your neck, ankles locking behind your back.

"maybe because you rent me out too much," your thrusts become a bit rougher, causing him to bite his bottom lip and let out a huff from his nose.

"don't s-say that, you know, you l-like- mm.. this as much a-as i do," his eyes fluttered shut for a moment from the feeling of your strap buried so deeply inside of him, drool dripping out his mouth as he parted his lips, "you l-love me, don't you?"

"you know what my answer is to that," your thrusts grow rougher, tip of the strag hitting his prostate, causing his back to arch off the mattress and a long mewl to escape him as you continued to pound into his sensitive spot.

"y-you're shooo mean... you wouldn't - ah, ah - choose meee?"

"i'd choose your money," you tease as you continue to pound into him, rougher and rougher until he clawed at your back and shoulders, whining as he was close to his climax.

"youu.. a-ahh, nnmmf... too good," he melwed, drool freely falling down his chin before he tightened his legs around your back, grinding himself down onto the strap as he let out a loud and long moan, cumming all over his own abdomen.

"yeah, i can see." you mumble in amusement, hands letting go of his waist rather swiftly after his release. his arms loosen around your neck before he moved one hand to hold onto your forearm.

"y-you.. gonna clean me.. up?"

a cruel smile grew onto your lips.

"why would i? i'm not your lover."

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”