#wu chang identity v

[kaymeewise]

Jia Daiyu’s new A tier skin “child of Ink”

“a child’s imagination is big in their eyes and mind but what if of their desires to be loved”

[beanieexists]

I forgot to post this but uhh Frost

[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.”

[aashidoodles]

End of Part 1 ||| Part 2

[chawawanya]

All hunters!! [2/?]

[kokoroisbleeding]

Luca's remaining braincells can save a whole team (by getting a hunter friendly for the whole match)

This hunter killed my whole team tho </3 (I still lovehhhhh them)

[skullpuke]

you guys

[snakeritualz]

finally colored for the first time in 10 years

[teddypickrwritings]

A Rare Moment of Weakness - Identity V x Reader

A/N: Some character lore is just so sad and depressing that I start tearing up…I just want to hug them. I’ll most likely do this with more characters in the future!

cw: PTSD

Mercenary

It was obvious just by looking at him that Naib Subedar was hardened by war. That was just the norm for anyone who served in the military. Naib was not one to talk about his experiences, though. Nobody questioned him, they just let him do what he wanted.

One day, while you were in a match with him, you saw his stoic mask crumble. You had managed to escape from the hunter with minor injuries and were hoping that you would cross paths with someone that could heal you. You had stumbled onto Naib’s cipher just as he missed a calibration and it shocked him—literally. The look of terror that flashed on his face gutted you pretty badly. It didn’t take a genius to realize that the sudden loud noise reminded him of bombs and such.

He wasn’t embarrassed that you saw him mess up. He didn’t shrug you off when you instinctively gave him a hug. In fact…he really appreciated it. A lot. Naib held you for a little longer than necessary, only letting go when he realized you were injured and immediately started to heal you.

“I’ll decode with you…or I can do it for you, if you’d like,” you offered once he was done.

Naib nodded slowly, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he mumbled.

Wu Chang

A sudden rainstorm had interrupted your walk and completely soaked you to the bone. Had you stayed outside longer, and if Xie had not come to your rescue, you would have certainly gotten sick. He had immediately left to find you the second the rain had turned heavy. You had begun to protest when he scooped you up in his arms, but quickly silenced yourself when you noticed just how worried he looked.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry. We shouldn’t have left you alone out there,” Xie said once you had changed into dry clothes. He had managed to calm down for the most part, but his voice was still laced with anxiety. “We didn’t know it would rain. I’ll never forgive myself if you get sick…”

“I’m okay!” you reassured with a tired smile. You reached over and gently squeezed his hand. “Thank you for getting me out of there before it got too bad.”

Xie gave a weak smile of his own, but his eyes still looked pained. He paused, seemingly listening to something. Then he nodded and his form changed to represent Fan. The Black Guard checked your vitals, and after confirming that they were normal, held your hands tightly. “He wanted to be able to save a loved one this time,” he explained. And that was all you needed to hear for you to understand.

Hermit

“Alva, do you ever feel frustrated?” you asked tentatively, watching the inventor writing notes in one of his many journals. His quill came to a slow stop as he pondered your question.

“It is natural for one to feel frustration,” Alva said vaguely. He turned in his chair to look at you with an unreadable expression. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just curious…you always seem so composed. I admire it,” you admitted.

Alva allowed a small smile on his face. “Nobody is ever what they seem, (Y/N). Keep that in mind,” he said, beckoning you over with a little wave of his hand. You stood up and went to him, surprised when he enveloped you in a hug. “I am sorry that I do not show emotions very often. I am…still getting used to the feeling by having someone I can trust.”

You could’ve sworn you felt him tremble a bit when he said that. But the moment was over too soon and he released you. “You have a match, yes? You shouldn’t be late,” he said and gave you a little push towards the door. You left with a smile on your face; Alva trusted you. That was all you could think about.

[eliasmelody]

♡VALENTINE'S ADDITION♡

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

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

Warning: Grammar & spelling

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Wu Chang - Fan Wujiu, Xie Bi'an

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded enthusiastically, the taste lingering on your tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mercenary - Naib Subedar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, you feel a soft pat on your head.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

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

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

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Doctor - Emily Dyer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...yes?"

"Does it still hurt?"

"No?"

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

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

"And no playing cricket either."

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

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

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

You huff and turn away. "Fine.”

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

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Prisoner - Luca Balsa

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

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

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

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

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

“Just a little bit of–”

BAM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What–" You begin to ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bǎo bèi = treasure

Lún dào wǒ le = My turn

[kaymeewise]

Delayed to October 15th

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Aaaaand the rest of the t&I package lineup!! 🪩

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Part 3

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