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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Antonio Paganini

@turbulentscrawl screaming wonderwall with me

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Antonio massages the sorest parts of your body (wrists, arms, hips, legs), and would draw a bath for you both to enjoy (def the type to enjoy stay intimately close). If the devil was in charge though, you need to supply the emotional aftercare, yes you may have granted permission but it is taxing on Antonio. Would def cuddle after sex and likes the weight of you on top of him, again likes skin-on-skin contact.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His face especially his nose, has a beautiful profile and he knows it. Hands but like Frederick is a man of his time and would like your feet too.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Realistic he has none, his body is technically undead`` So yay no cleanup (sorry ppl who like creampies) but unrealistically I wish he had glowly cum hbfvhbbvbv (devil skin and crescent knight)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is an older man and like Luchino and Alva he pretty open with what he likes (he is this way with your wants too be open about it)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

No virgin, there is no way this man didn’t get laid (ps though most of them was when he was drunk)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to be ridden

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Can match your energy with this so if you start giggling he will too (esp for those who are ticklish this is great!)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ngl prob a brush down there and you know it prob soft and you just touching it cuz wow it soft wtf

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Again bounces from your energy

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stress masturbate probably or the devil does it (sir go get your own body!)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Foot fetish, bondage with his hair, spit in his mouth or he spit in your mouth, you pulling his hair

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Okay so if you are in-game with him, he might get frisky but not always but happens, has fucked in the music room (fuck off Frederick!), his or your bedroom

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Flirting can get him good, but so can deep conversations the type where you are genuinely trying to get to know him. There is something very intimate about that for a man whose whole life revolved around his talents and people being fake about their intentions with him. The deep connection gets him going and when you are expressing romantic intentions after awhile that gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Will say devil but he does not have a choice in that manner, it will come out and he hates it. It is complex and he fears one day hurting you-- The devil hurting you but again there is not much of a choice in this.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man, this man’s fucking nose, bye working legs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood he can be fast and rough or slow and sensual or between that or a damn tease; maestro just built like that

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Depends on the situation but not one for quickies (the devil is though)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Because of the Devil’s involvement, you need to expect risks. Whatever Antiono has, he expected to know he will be forced to share.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can go as long as you need him to go

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Use them on him, no really use them on him. I think it important to show him he can be safe and in control while being the one submissive. Show him is safe while using these and constantly be with him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You both need to be unfair but not too much there needs to be an endgame

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Antiono can be vocal, and you might even try to be quiet just so you can enjoy how pretty his voice is

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Looks at that Devil that trying to get in your pants….

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

IT GOOD OKAY (it got bigger)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Antiono has the average sex drive but then you got the hellion that is always ready to go so…

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t actually need to sleep but he does relax with you enjoying the peace

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idv-brainrot-go-brr · 1 year

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hello hi umm id like to try requesting a thingyy

could you so kindly write hcs with a gn reader (gender is no more,i ate it) with luchino/antonio/wu chang having a s/o that is absolutely weak before physical affection? we talking putting a hand on their head turns them happy jello already

Touch starved

Character(s): Luchino, Antonio, Wu Chang Content: touch starved reader receiving minimal amount of affection

Luchino

Luchino finds out about your weakness for physical affection because he gives you an affectionate pat on the head

He looks at your "head empty no thoughts" expression and realises that he just learned a lot about you

At first he's still a bit hesitant to really touch you, mostly because of your physical differences

Not only is he much bigger than you, but he is also kinda scaly, so theoretically not the best to cuddle with

youdisagree.exe

the less he feels inclined to initiate physical contact, the more strongly you react when he does so in the end he just caves

Congratulations, you morph into the same being after that. You are always, always around each other

That couple in high school that was always making out in the hallways? That's you. Congratulations.

He feels insanely protective of you whenever you are curled up again him

You trust him so much and he will never let anyone or anything harm you

He's touch starved too but he doesn't know it. He just knows you make him insanely happy

Antonio

Antonio isn't used to touch

He's in his own world most of the time and it's hard to get into that space

Honestly, it's easier to list all the times when you can't ask him for cuddles.

Don't disturb him when he's playing, practising, writing, or when he looks like he's thinking about it

Do, by all means, get your needed amount of affection at any other point in time

Antonio isn't the type to initiate contact, even once he realised you respond very positively to it

It's not that he dislikes it, he just doesn't quite know what to do, how to do it

Your incredibly strong response to is encouraging on one hand, but also scary on the other, because what if he doesn't do it right and then you're no longer happy?

you might have to be the one to initiate just about everything with this man

He will happily let you, but he just doesn't really know what to do with himself. He is simply there.

Wu Chang

or Bi'an and Wujiu a big part is that they are also touch starved.

I don't know if this is a popular opinion but you deadass cannot date these two separately it's always going to be a poly relationship I'm sorry

Anyway, they're both trapped in the same body but can never coexist

So they're thrilled you enjoy touch and affection so much because who else are they going to give all their love to otherwise?

they go about it differently though.

Bi'an realises that you're incredibly receptive to physical touch through a small gesture like a hand on your shoulder. But will keep it at small gestures. Holding hands, short hugs, light kisses to your cheek and forehead (only in private though, god forbid anyone is watching), a hand on your shoulder or an arm around your waist

Wujiu on the other hand? His affection is intense and sudden. You could be doing literally anything than watch him come up to you to pull you into the tightest hug you have ever received in your life. Watch him stay like that for several minutes (unironically) before he lets go again and just leaves to go, god knows where

a bit weird but they definitely have a thought of feeling each other's touch through you. Like an indirect kiss kind of vibe. "If I hug them after you've hugged them then it will be like you hugged me too"

they're ancient and incredibly sad just let them have that. at the end of the day it just means more affection for you

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #luchino x reader #wu chang x reader #antonio x reader #idv violinist x reader

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idvlovers · 1 year

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Little Things of Love - Melly, Aesop, Luca, Antonio, and Andrew

Hi! I’m just doing this do indulge in my love of idv so, if anything is OOC, you can tell me but please don’t be rude haha. :)

Melly

Melly loves someone who loves her for who she is, not her beauty. Someone who loves her interest in entomology, even if they don’t understand.

Outside in the manor’s garden laid two lovers on a picnic blanket. A checkered blanket laying beneath them with small finger-sized sandwiches laying on small plates. A picnic basket laid beside the girl, whom was gushing about bees. The girl hadn’t been looking at her spouse during her ramble, just aimlessly looking ahead.

After a moment, the woman paused and focused on her spouse. Her spouse had already been staring at her, smiling, with a look of pure adoration and focus on their face. Melly herself knew that they didn’t know all that much about entomology yet they still listened to her ramble. Although you could not see her eyes, you could see Melly’s mouth curl into a small, warm, smile. Melly lightly grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek, “Thank you,” Melly whispered.

Confused, your eyebrows crinkled, “hm?”

“For listening.” Melly smiled while covering you in kisses. Her red lipstick left imprints all along your face while you sat there, stunned.

Aesop

Someone who’s a talker, who can carry the conversation. Someone who is fine with his aloof attitude and accepts him for who he is (and, his weird obsession with death).

Aesop’s room who in the past was quiet. You could hear a pen drop and could here the footsteps of whomever walking the corridor. Yet, that silence is now rare. Usually, a voice could be heard from the door. It’s be gushing and rambling about whatever came to mind.

You’d think that the owner, Aesop Carl, would be annoying at the newfound loudness in his room. Yet, that was not the case. He’d listen adamantly about whatever topic was on your mind. His eyes would soften, looking at your happy face. Aesop wouldn’t just stare out in space while talking to you, how could he! Aesop, to show you how much he’s listening, sometimes makes an occasional comment or question on whatever topic being discussed.

“So,” the grey haired man said looking at you, “it started all because some guy found.. a notebook that could kill whomever he wanted?”

“Well, yeah.” When he said it like that, it makes your 20 min explanation utterly useless. But, whatever. He listens and, truly, that’s all that matters. You smile at the man, lightly grasping his hand, “I love you, Aesop.”

Luca

Your mere presence means a lot to Luca. Whether you’re drawing, writing, sleeping, or watching something, as long as your with him, he’s satisfied.

As an inventor at heart, Luca spent many days working on numerous inventions. Unfortunately, due to his fixation on them, he’ll spend hours just working. Which causes his health to deteriorate over time. Of course, there’s someone who always makes sure he’s healthy. Though, Luca would never let you stay up with him while working on his inventions. No matter how much you persist, he’ll never approve of your health deteriorating over time because of him. After all, he can’t loose you too.

Luca leaned back in his chair, it was late at night, he finally finished his latest invention. It was a gadget for, his beloved, you. Something that’d help you throughout the hellish matches survivors were forced to endure. A smile was fastened on Luca’s face and was ready to present the gadget to you. But, when he got up and turned around, you were asleep. A small chuckle escaped Luca’s mouth. Silently, Luca put the gadget on the beside table closer to you and layed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling, and pulled you closer to him. His arms tightened around you, as if he were afraid that you’d disappear in the night. Yet, he knew you would never go. Luca kissed the top of your forehead, before drifting off to sleep himself.

Antonio:

A free spirit is what he thinks of you. Untainted of the world of aristocrats and untainted of their obsession. A joy to be around, whether you see our or not, is what he thinks whenever with you.

Perhaps, he did not deserve you. He watched you with other survivors, during his friendly match with Michiko (As, it was much easier to convince her to be friendly compared to the other hunters). You laugh while joking alongside Emma and Norton, Norton had likely said something funny. He watched as Michiko joyously danced with all the survivors. A silent tint of jealousy was evident. To be looked upon fondly without obsession and to be liked for who you are. It’s something that Antonio knew you thought of him as, but not the vast majority.

Yet, as he watched you run over to him and clasp his hand, he’s filled with everlasting joy. Antonio silently played the piano, with you beside him, but occasionally you could the man chuckle over his violin. If he knew you all those years ago, before he made the contract with that demon, Antonio one and only desire would be that you both would never part. Yet, he knew it would happen eventually. He’d watch as you’d age and he’d watch you die. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter in the moment. In the moment, he was happy. And, truly, that’s all that mattered to him.

Andrew:

A place of solace and happiness is how he feels, whenever with you.

Used to the solace of being alone, it was a surprise that he now found solace in you. At first, he was worried. After the death of his mother, he wasn’t used to human interaction. However, over time, it became better.

It was silent in your room. Andrew was laying on your bed, waiting for you to come back from your match. Little trinkets were sprinkled around your room some sat their intended places, some of the floor, and some scattered all around your room. Andrew picked up one of them, holding it in his fingers. A smile reached the man’s face as he remembered you. It was a trinket you use a lot but, for some reason, you didn’t wear it today.

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Andrew’s story is lowkey ass but sorry haha. Thanks for reading :)

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oletus-manors-log · 10 months

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OBSERVER'S NOTE:

“ Considering the matters of requests and my interests going a bit nowhere, I decided to indulge myself for a little and write something of note. May this be interesting enough for those that see it, and if anyone is going through a tough time... I hope this fic would bring you comfort like it did to me. ”

Melodies of Resonance

The match was peaceful when the Violinist wanted to take things easy, mostly when he's up against a team that he himself didn't feel like bothering with, or if he knew one of the survivors that they're going through a rough time. Perhaps it was instinct for him, considering he's always tried to consider the needs of others in case they feel the same as he does.

Albeit the devil that controlled him disagreed with his choices, he cannot lie when he saw the joy of others. Antonio, even back then, always saw how it feels to witness the many smiles of his performance. It was one thing he's said that he enjoyed seeing— for if he sees a smile from the people he's performing, he was satisfied with it.

Be it a child, an adult, or even just an elder— Antonio always enjoyed seeing the people he's performing to become happier. He may be possessed and used as a tool by the devil, but who was he to judge?

And so, just like any other, he decided to spare the survivors in the match. It was Leo's Memory, and he had just the right song befitting of the occasion. Perhaps it would be a treat for them after weeks of matches and losses?

Convincing the survivors that he wouldn't hurt them wasn't that difficult. For many, Antonio is well known to be the few that act more friendlier than others in matches— often disregarding his win rate to hang out with survivors and play music. He may have a demon that controlled him, but said demon became more pliant after a deal or two; that they knew best.

And considering one of the survivors on the team aren't doing so well, it made it easier to realize that he was just taking it easy and sparing them if only they'd listen to him perform.

Going to the Christmas tree near the shack exit gate, the survivors were all sitting by to watch him perform. Tuning the last string of his violin, he began to play a song that they have forgotten for years ago—

—if they haven't heard him perform it first.

The song was melodic but fit the theme, and they swayed their bodies to it. Some even hummed alongside him, making him smile as he continued to perform.

Then, he heard it— the fine tuning of metal, joining the soft notes of the violin.

Frederick seem to have picked up on the song and continued on with him, each ringing of metal supporting the melody and making it sound more and more alive. Antonio hated going against him for he runs quickly with his tuning fork, but in matches like these, he enjoyed listening to him.

More and more survivors began to join in their own way— some with clapping, others with vocalization. Antonio didn't ask them to perform alongside him, but he felt happiness in his body to see them enjoy the song and think it is better to join along.

Leo's Memory is a lonely map, one filled with bitter nights of cold and other filled with dread to those that see it. Save from the eerie chime of the Christmas music, no one knows why it was made.

But as survivors came along to listen and play, to sing and dance, to listen to various hunters like him perform— Antonio felt that, perhaps, the map felt a little warmer.

Nothing beats the cold than a little warmth, after all. And he's sure to have found it since that day, where he saw the only survivor not joining— the one he wished to brighten up their day—

—smile at the others and him, one that is full of warmth that made him think it was all worth it.

#✎ . . . 「 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙏 」 ➠ ❝ Antonio Paganini ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 」 ➠ ❝ long-fics ❞#identity v #identity v writing #idv #identity v x you #identity v x reader #identityv #idv x reader #idv x you #identity v hunter #antonio x reader #antonio x you #antonio paganini #idv antonio #idv violinist

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boneswriting · 1 year

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Purple Flowers ; Antonio x Reader (SFW)

art is official by netease!

shoutout to @callimaria

tags: Antonio Paganini, Identity V, The Violinist, Antonio x Reader, fluff, flowers, Robbie, the Axe Boy, Memory, Little Girl

warnings: none!

side note: the reader is depicted as gender neutral and has no predetermined attributes, other than they wear an apron. reader does have a feminine-ish nickname

word count: 1,872

The Survivor’s side of the Manor was, more often than not, nothing but chaos. There were some individuals who attempted to keep peace but other than that it tended to be a free-for-all.

Emily Dyer, the Doctor, usually made food for everyone at breakfast and dinner. Sometimes, other Survivors would lend an extra hand when she was particularly overwhelmed with her work. She had once complained to Miss Nightingale that they needed someone to help with upkeep. Yes, they were victims held hostage in a murder game, but they were still people and wanted to find comfort in the few things they had. Emily never heard anything back, so she assumed Miss Nightingale ignored her. Emily, for once, was wrong.

Mary, better known as the Bloody Queen, was quick to make use of the new Caretaker. She often sent them her dresses to be mended and such, as Nanny was adept in sewing and the likes; they enjoyed fixing clothes for the Manors inhabitants.

“Memory, my dear, would you like to go outside and help me plant these seeds?” Nanny asked, currently in the Little Girl’s room folding her clothes. Said girl was sitting on the floor playing with her plushies, looking rather bored. The second she heard the offer, though, she was quick to jump up and began tugging on the Caretakers apron.

“Yes, yes!” She pleaded. “Please! I’m so bored and I don’t have any other matches today. I may just die of boredom…”

“Don’t say that, silly goose.” The Caretaker pinched her nose, which made Memory giggle and swat their hands away. “Would you mind if Robbie joined us?”

It was an unspoken rule that Nanny was the pseudo-parents of the younger ones, specifically Memory and Robbie, better known as the Axe Boy. The 2 kids got along rather well and, in the odd chance they have a match together, they act like they don’t see the other. Nanny could also be found with Helena, the Mind’s Eye, helping her with tasks that she was unable to do. Helena would wake up each morning with an outfit neatly folded at the end of the bed. She knew it was Nanny trying to help out, as Helena tended to wear clothes that didn’t match at all. A note, printed in braille via a printer, would say the young lady’s matches for the day. Helena had no complaints, though. She enjoyed the Nanny’s help.

“No, let’s go get Robbie!” Memory agreed happily, raising her arms so her caretaker could pick her up. The Nanny did just that, balancing the Little Girl on their hip. The two navigated their way through the Manor before walking into the library. The duo didn’t know where Robbie was so they just started checking where he usually hung around: the kitchen, the library, or the garden. His reasoning was he “didn’t like to be left alone.”

Nanny looked around, seeing if they could find the telltale sack he always wore. Much to their surprise, they found the young boy sitting next to a tall and pale Hunter. From what they could see, the Hunter was helping Robbie read, their long finger guiding Robbie’s focus on the words and helping if he mispronounced anything, a smile on his face the entire time. Nanny grinned, happy that someone else was fond of the child. Even if he was dead, he was still young and deserved the education and affection he never received.

Nanny walked up to the two hunters, stopping a few feet away from them before clearing their throat.

“Pardon for Memory and I’s intrusion,” they gestured to Memory who was still sat on their hip. She was taking a small nap, it seemed. “We just wanted to know if you would like to join us in the garden, Robbie? I did manage to get my hand on some juniper seeds if you would like to help us.”

Robbie looked up from the book the other Hunter was holding before jumping up from the couch and crashed into Nanny’s torso, giving them a tight hug.

“Yes, please!” He giggled. He tugged on Memory’s foot in an attempt to wake her up. “Wakie-wakie! Let’s go play outside!” He cheered.

Memory quickly woke up before wiggling around, happy to see her best friend. Nanny quickly, but gently, dropped the Little Girl to the floor. Robbie immediately grabbed her hand and they ran from the library and made their way to the garden. Nanny watched them run with a fond look on their face, happy they could find consolation in one another despite the circumstances.

“I apologize for interrupting your time with Robbie.” The Caretaker said, turning to the unknown Hunter. He had long black hair and wore a rather dirty looking purple suit.

He gently closed the book, set it beside him, and stood up from the couch. His joints popped from the pressure they were under and he stood up as tall as he could go. He had a permanent slouch and slow walk due to his catalepsy, spasticity, and dyspepsia from his former life. Despite the limitations of his body, he tried to ignore them and enjoy what little life he had.

“It is no issue,” he dismissed, his smile somehow getting a bit bigger. “I was unaware he had a friend, but I am glad he does.” He held out a hand before introducing himself. “I am the Violinist, Antonio Paganini. With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

“I am the Caretaker, but everyone calls me Nanny-“

“No, dear,” Antonio interrupted. “Your name.”

Nanny, slightly perturbed, gave the tall man their preferred name. He repeated it, the action sending small shivers down Nanny’s spine. They wouldn’t deny he was rather attractive.

“Lovely to meet you. I shall call you Nanny, your name will be a secret. I shan’t speak it to another soul.” He promised.

“Thank you, Mr. Paganini.” Nanny smiled before shaking his hand. Antonio lifted their hand to his mouth before placing a small kiss on their knuckles.

“Please, just Antonio. Would you mind if I accompany you to the garden? I would enjoy the honor of getting more acquainted with you.”

After more polite conversation, the two walked side by side to the garden, lightly joking around with each other. Antonio noticed that Nanny had slowed their pace significantly and chose to walk alongside him rather than hurry on without him. It brought a warm feeling to his chest.

Some days passed and the two adults quickly started a routine. After lunch, Nanny would collect Memory so she could play with Robbie. They would go to the library where Antonio taught Robbie. The kids would immediately run off, two little partners in crime.

Nanny and Antonio had grown rather closer, too. Instead of remaining a respectable distance from one another, they now walked and sat shoulder-to-shoulder. It looked like they would’ve known each other for years if you didn’t know them.

“I kid you not, dear, with his chalice full of wine-“ Antonio, giggled, retelling a story with animated gestures. Nanny was sat beside him, clutching their stomach and slapping Antonio’s knee as they laughed. Antonio loved making them laugh. He loved any noise they made for it was a symphony to his ears. Their laugh like a brass sections part, their giggle like the violins, and their cry like soft flutes. He cleared his throat before starting again, already waving his hands in the air. “- this fool drank it in one heaving gulp before looking at the empty chalice. He looked so furious, he was convinced someone had drank all his wine when he wasn’t paying attention.

He rounded everyone in the room —I’m serious I mean everyone — and forced them to be stripped to their undergarments so they weren’t ‘hiding his damn wine’.” Nanny began laughing harder to the point where they were crying yet no noise was coming out.

“Woo- I refuse-“ They had a quick fit of giggles before resuming. “- to believe anyone that idiotic has survived as far as that baboon had!” They laughed once more before quieting down, clutching their pained stomach.

“You and I both, darling,” Antonio smiled before redirecting their attention. “Do you need to care for the plants before we return back to the Manor?”

“Oh, shit!” They shot up and went to a nearby shed to gather all the tools needed to attend to the garden they had cultivated.

Antonio watched the Nanny in content, eyes closed as he basked in the sun and swayed to the humming of Nanny. His “second life” at the Manor wasn’t quite as bad with them around. The tall male continued to daydream before checking the time. His body complained as he stood, yet he ignored it anyways and stalked over to Nanny.

“My dear, I believe it is time to stop for today.” He spoke up, standing behind them. He extended a hand, waiting to help them up.

Nanny shot him a smile that made his heart hurt and fill his stomach with butterflies. They accepted his hand before clearing their throat, a slight blush on their face.

“Antonio,” His heart sung hearing them say his name. He would almost think he was in heaven if he hadn’t sold his soul. “I wanted to give you this…”

They trailed off, presenting a small cluster of light purple lilacs. Antonio just stood still, hoping this was not a dream. Nanny continued to get more red in the face waiting for his response.

“Can you put it next to the other one in my breast pocket, please?” He requested softly, a sincere smile on his face as he bent down a little giving them better access to the pocket that held a small, dead flower.

Nanny, still red as fire, shakily placed the flower in the pocket before brushing small specks of dust and dirt from the chest of the man in front of them. A finger suddenly hooked under their chin, forcing them to meet Antonio’s gaze.

He whispered their name, making their heart flutter even more. “May I kiss you?”

A moment of silence passed by before the Caretaker jumped up, wrapping their arms around the Violinists neck and pressing their lips to his.

He laughed into the kiss before wrapping their arms around their waist, spinning them around in joy.

For once, Antonio was in control of his choices. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#idv antonio #idv violinist #antonio x reader #antonio paganini #axe boy #idv robbie #idv memory #idv little girl #fluff #your honor they are soulmates #gender neutral reader

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unholybatswrite · 1 year

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Hey! Can I suggest Antonio Lopez from Tiger and Bunny comforting a female NEXT!Reader after a panic attack?

Not a problem! I hope you enjoy c:

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Antonio had found y/n alone in the training room, as he passed by he took notice of her shakes as well as the tear stains on her face. He stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. Opening his mouth to speak he hesitates for a moment, unsure of what was the right thing to say. That's when y/n took notice of his stare, looking to him with big wet e/c eyes. y/n looks away as she felt another wave hit her, tears filling her eyes. "I'm fine, ignore it." She insists to him. After a silent moment he moves in front of y/n, kneeling down, taking her hands into his smaller ones before looking up at her, a sweet, concerned look in his eyes. "Is this okay? I'm more than happy to sit here and listen to your worries, you don't have to be alone, we're like our own little family here." He reminds her. Tears begin to flow down your face as y/n tells him everything, the cause of the panic attack, the way it made her feel like everyone and everything was watching and closed in. As y/n sobbed he stood up, holding her close to his chest, hands rubbing soothing circles in her back. Once she went from sobbing to small hiccups he picks her up, lifting her onto his shoulder. "You've gotten your tears out, now how about we work on making you feel better? First things first, a good meal to warm your stomach!" He cheers. Y/n stares at him, a little surprised, until laughter bubbles up inside her. A few stray tears fall down her cheek, wiping them away she nods. "Yeah... I'd like that a lot.. Thanks Antonio." y/n whispers softly, a smile one her face.

#antonio lopez #antonio lopez x reader #antonio x reader #tiger and bunny #tiger and bunny x reader #x reader #reader insert #askbatswrite

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2kiran · 8 months

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Just saw the simon post, and i NEED the second version in which simon has a big belly bulge😘😘

cw m!reader has a huge dick. belly bulge. pt1.

“you okay, baby?” simon was heavily panting in your ear, his hands bunching up your shirt. it was obvious, he wasn’t quite ‘okay’. his pupils were blown wide in lust and his mask couldn’t hide the desperate expression on his face. simon’s hole fluttered around you in response, tears threatening to spill whilst his voice was husky, “don’t– don’t move.” he whimpered, experimentally grinding down on you as your cock hit all of the right spots within his being.

simon moaned softly, unable to contain his sounds as pleasure mixed with pain. he was so fucking lightheaded. he just took all of you in mere minutes ago and he felt so brainless already. “go on, take me already,” he huffed, still bratty even though you were balls deep inside of him. grabbing his hips, you carefully lifted him up before bringing him back down. “nngh, fuck!” he gasped, the thoughts that formed in his fucked out brain quickly dissipating. you repeated the action again, until he was unashamedly riding your cock.

“do...ah! do you like this? h-huh?” he asked, shakily, “like fuckin’ your superior officer? i should- i should tell the te- team, let ‘em know how- how badly you want me.” he stammered, eyes nearly rolling back, “gonna have you – hmfg...reported.” you knew he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. not when you were fucking him so heavenly, not when he could feel you in his throat. god, you wish you could snap a photo right now. eyes wandering over his muscular body and that’s when you saw it.

a fucking bulge in his belly.

interrupting his bounces, you place your hand over it. “you couldn’t do that even if you needed to,” you replied, self-assured. the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was going to retort, before his gaze followed yours. a soft groan leaving his lips as the flush on his face deepened, switching positions so that you had him on his back. “bloody hell...” he muttered, embarrassed more than ever. you pulled back until nearly nothing was in him, making him whine at the loss before you harshly snapped your hips to his. every movement forward had you bulging out of his belly, hovering your hand over it like you were in a trance. let’s see what he’ll look like with all of your cum inside of his greedy hole.

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guccifrog · 2 months

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CARNIVAL 🎟

➥chris sturniolo x f!reader

bless my baby @sleepysturnss for giving me this idea 💦

warnings ⚠️: dick riding in public i guess

requested ✉

now playing :

CARNIVAL— ¥$,Playboi Carti, Rich the Kid

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

🎀🎰🎠

➥The carnival was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of sweat, popcorn, and the mechanical smells generated by the rides. you and your boyfriend Chris found yourselves in line for the Ferris wheel, your bodies almost pressed together as you waited for your turn.

You were wearing a mini skirt so short it barely covered your ass, and every time you shifted your weight, Chris felt the soft fabric of your skirt brush against his hardening cock.

even though you didn't wear that skirt intentionally, You weren't innocent either you were very aware of the effect you were having on him, In fact. it was rather arousing to know that you had the power to make him feel this way just by a piece of clothing.

As the line slowly moved forward, you shifted your weight once more, grinding your ass against his crotch. He groaned quietly, his eyes closing momentarily as he fought to maintain his composure. You could feel how frustrated he was growing, and it was making you wet.

"stop it. You’re getting me all worked up.” Chris hissed through clenched teeth. You giggled, as you pulled out a lipgloss from your purse, purposely dropping it to the floor. "Whoops! Looks like I dropped something…" you said, bending down slowly to pick it up. As you did, you felt your skirt ride up, exposing your lace-covered panties to his hungry gaze. "You're testing me right now," he warned, his voice strained, making you smirk teasingly.

Groaning in irritation, Chris's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought to maintain control. He glanced down at your ass, which was now pressed so tightly against his crotch that he could feel every movement you made. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed you.

When the carnie finally called out "Next!" and they shuffled forward, Chris couldn't wait to get you alone. He practically shoved you onto the next open seat on the Ferris wheel.

"Chris!" You giggled as you settled into the seat, straddling him and positioning your legs on either side of his hips.

As the Ferris wheel began to ascend, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against Chris's, your tongues dancing hungrily as they explored each other's mouths. He gripped your hips tightly, feeling the soft, warm skin of your thighs pressed against his palms. You moaned into the kiss, arching your back as you ground your wetness against him.

Chris pulled away, Quickly undoing his pants and pushing them down a little. His hard cock sprang free, standing at full attention as he positioned it at your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his own filled with craving, with a swift thrust, he was inside you, without a warning.

You let out a gasp as he filled you, the sensation of being so fully connected to him sending shockwaves through your body. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking back and forth as the Ferris wheel continued its slow rise. His movements grew more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pumped harder and faster inside you.

"Does that feel good?" Chris asked making you nod as You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his chest, while Your nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on, and demanding that he never stop.

"use your fucking words" Chris groaned into your neck.

"fuck-nghn yes, you make me feel so good!" You managed to choke out, As the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, you were surrounded by the bright lights and the sound of laughter and screams from the other riders. Chris looked down into your eyes, his expression a mixture of lust and love, as he began to move faster, his hips meeting yours in a steady rhythm.

The sensation of being so high up, and so exposed, only seemed to heighten your arousal. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, gripping him as you rocked your hips in time with his movements. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps as you neared your climax, your body tense and ready to explode.

Chris felt your inner walls clenching around his cock, signaling that you were close. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your neck as he began to thrust harder, faster, his hips pounding into yours. He reached down between your bodies, gripping your swollen clit roughly and rubbing it in small, tight circles.

"Chris~"You cried out as your body shuddered violently in his arms, as you climaxed, your hot liquid coating his cock. He groaned deeply, feeling the force of your orgasm pulling him over the edge as well. With one last powerful thrust, he released himself deep inside you, his cum filling you up.

You were both breathing heavily as the Ferris wheel began its descent. Chris gently pulled out of you, his cock slipping wetly from your body. He reached down to stroke your cheek, wiping away a bead of sweat that had trickled down from your temple.

"You feel so good," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

The Ferris wheel continued its descent, and as the bright lights of the carnival came back into view, you both breathed a sigh of relief. Chris adjusted his pants, making sure they were securely in place and then leaned in to kiss you again. This time, it was slower, more gentle. Your bodies still slick with sweat from earlier.

You got up as The ride came to a complete stop, and the attendant began to release the next car. Chris leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. " Who would've thought we'd fuck in a Ferris wheel" he whispered, causing you to giggle.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. " I think a Ferris wheel is my favorite carnival ride from now on," you joked, making him raise an eyebrow" That's a crazy thing to say, after riding this big boy" he pointed down at his dick, making you hit his arm playfully.

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inkyray · 1 day

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one thing about chris owen is that he will always have his mouth occupied with FUCKING lollipops.

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cyberxsq · 20 days

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SNAPS YOU WOULD GET FROM

PLATONIC!NICK {but chris likes you}

Warnings: swearing, suggestive

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #nicolas antonio sturniolo #sturniolos

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 1 month

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Comfort fic i wrote awhile ago (and need it rn ;w;) inspired by a convo w a friend in the server awhile back

Rated T | Warning: reader is a perfectionist and depression, anxiety, lack of sleep

“You need to sleep,” The maestro standing above you as he has literally dragged you from the study where you were starting to make small mistakes in your practice, he gave you a cut-off time and left to go get the wine he ordered for tomorrow after your performance but when he returned he found barely able to stand up straight and you making novice level mistakes.

“I need to get the last part right, something is missing!” You have been close to him like this before, both intimately, and just because you are rooming together so you are not blushing and shy, you are annoyed he stopped you! He leans over enough to hold himself up with one arm against the wall and his legs between yours giving you no room to escape him. “Please, maestro, I’m going to fail you.”

You must be delirious from lack of sleep these days, so focus on perfection and admit to not wanting to disappoint him. He is not your father, nor that joke of an instructor. No, he is your friend and maestro, currently, he is putting his weight on top of holding you close.

“Antonio!” Struggling, more like a baby fighting to sleep, before you give up and lay there, “Antonio.” His warmth and weight are soothing even though you want to go back to trying to fix your mistakes… You are so tired.

He hums a tune, one of the songs you first heard him play when he was drunk playing on the streets.

Paganini turns his body with you to have you both on your side, his nimble fingers rubbing your neck and back to ease the tension until you are completely relaxed.

The performance is beautiful, as to be expected as one trained by Antiono Paganini says your mother.

You say nothing, you only smile and give small replies to small conversations. The after party is making you nauseous and Antiono is talking to your mother.

You hide outside the rented space in the gardens, you need to breathe and your hand touches the cold water in the water fountain in the middle of the garden.

The music is distant, a buzz that lingers but far enough to settle yourself.

You sit on the edge of the fountain looking at the ground, touching your wetting hand, then shoes come to your view.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Antonio is there with a small plate with a slice of German chocolate cake he snuck out here for you.

“I messed up the ending of the solo.”

“You did fine, (Name).

You take the small dish but do not eat right away, “Only fine.”

“Experience will teach you more as you perform.” The violinist moves and sits beside you, “You have been hard on yourself as of late.”

“You aren't hard enough on me, maestro!” Upset, “That was embarrassing! I embarrassed you…” Yelling at him as you drop the plate as you turn your body toward him and grab him by his shoulders. “I have to be perfect. Like you. Like father—” Head down as you start tearing up, “I'm sorry, Antonio.” Pulling your hands away regretting the outburst.

The Violinist pulls you into his arms, squeezing you in his embrace, you make a sound of surprise before breaking down.

The party goes on, it was never really for you but for your mother to claim she supports you unlike your father. A way to gain favor with a rising star.

The royal orchestra sent you a letter inviting you to join them… You are nervous, Antonio seemed uneasy as he had been the one to read you the letter.

“You are a great violinist, (Name). A great musician in fact.” As you play other instruments in an attempt to be an all-rounder in the field of music. “I can tell you this but you have to believe in yourself as well.”

You nod in his chest, “Antonio,” Taking a deep breath, “Can we go home?”

“Of course, alunno.” The violinist lets go of you as you gather yourself and take a deep breath and fan your heated face.

“Thank you, maestro. For everything.”

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christhopersturniolo · 17 days

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i was DYING to see him with this shirt on again🙏🙏

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idvlovers · 11 months

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I Simply Remember My Favorite Things! - Antonio, Luca, Aesop

Inspired by the song “My favorite things,” in the Sound of Music lol. Sorry if any of this is OOC! 🫶

Antonio:

Antonio find’s solace in your presence, just as music once did to him all those years ago. Your eyes are not riddled with obsession, just admiration and love. You are one of his favorite things.

Laying on his bed, Antonio wondered when his lover would come back. Antonio, due to being locked away for many years, was used to being alone. Despite being used it, the man longed to be with you. You were Antonio’s personal audience, one who did not believe the rumors slandering and ridiculing him.

Antonio years or maybe decades ago had already made his master piece. The only way to be free from his gambiling debts and imprisonment was to make a masterpiece. Reflecting on it, it wasn’t his masterpiece. It was impersonal, and only used as a way to be free. Yet now, while waiting for you, he knew he needed to make a new masterpiece.

Antonio went into his cabinets and roughly begun to open it. It was stuck, due to the fact that it hadn’t been used in a while. When it finally opened, cobwebs covered numerous pages of scattered around papers. Silently, Antonio pulled out the stacks of papers and chose a fresh one, without any scribbles on them. He knew what his newest master piece would be about. It’d be about his favorite thing.

Luca Balsa:

His memory fragmented, his life ruined for something he could barely remember. The only thing he could be guilty of is the grief of his dead master and the grief of something he could not obtain (that he could, all those years ago).

He laid on the manor’s bed, reflecting on how he had gotten here. Years ago, Luca Balsa was a renowned inventor with various prospects for engineering. All he was left from his once successful life was a small black and white photograph and the blurred memories from back then.

The black and white photograph held two people within them. One, a man who looked exactly like him. The other was lightly smiling, holding the man’s hand, and was leaning in on the man. Luca held the photograph tighter and then looked at the back. On the back in script with blue pen wrote: “Third Anniversary, Luca Balsa and …” . The other figure’s name was blurred out.

Maybe, just maybe, with the money he’d get from winning the game at the manor, he could make an invention to restore his memory. Maybe, he could finally remember who they were. Then, finally, after all these years he’d remember his favorite things.

Aesop Carl: (P.s. Idk how to rlly write Aesop so song @ me)

Aesop loved preservation. That’s why he loved history, museums, and relics so much. Forever, unless broken, they’d be preserved.

An ice drink was on the small table in Aesop’s room. Dolls, that were scattered around his room, silently stared at him. Those dolls would be there forever. Pieces of them, when shattered, would be rotting away in the dirt. They’d still be there, even if they were no longer recognized.

The ice drink slowly melted away, as Aesop took a sip of his drink. The drink had been diluted but Aesop didn’t care. Throughout his life, he had many revelations. Aesop learned to persevere things he liked. Preservation can be seen in many ways, not including embalming.

In death, Aesop and his partner’s love will be seen forever. Their gravestones will be together, forever. Finishing the diluted drink, Aesop got up and stashed the knife in his hand away to be locked forever. Aesop poured himself another glass, as he pondered. Maybe, his life would be different if he realized that months ago. Before killing Ganji and Anne, before you looked at him in fear. So, now, he could only reminisce of his previous happiness.

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Lol, sorry if these are bad but I was bored haha

#antonio idv #luca balsa #antonio paganini #antonio x reader #luca balsa x reader #idv aesop #Luca balsa idv #Aesop Carl #aesop carl x reader #aesop x reader

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sturnioloslut · 22 days

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BRO NRO BRO WHY WAS THAT NOISE KINDA…

HAHAHAGSHEYJSNDURKWUDJ BRO IM IM NOT OKAY WHAT. NICK. HOLY SHIT

#nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo smut #fanfic #smut #imagine #nicolas antonio sturniolo #nick sturniolo x male reader #nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo #fyp #tumblr fyp

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boneswriting · 1 year

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Simply ; Antonio x Reader (SFW)

art is official by netease!

Antonio Paganini (IDV) x Reader

tags: Antonio Paganini, Identity V, The Violinist, lovers, x reader

warnings: none!

side note: the reader is depicted as gender neutral and has no pre-determined attributes. the oneshot is more Antonio than reader, but they are still together

word count: 1,756

The Manor was split into two sides: the Hunters and the Survivors. The Hunters' side remained quiet except for the occasional music or ruckus from the survivors. The only rooms the two parties shared was the library, the garden/greenhouse, and the kitchen. Only a few Hunters used those rooms, as many preferred to be in matches hunting.

In between matches, Hunters could rest. A small break. A breath of fresh air in a smoke filled room. It was all Antonio had known besides his violin. He cannot remember his hunts, but he prefers them that way. His body, shared, except for times there was no blood to be shed.

He took to wandering the desolate hallways when he was in control. His hair tamely laid down, violin held by the neck in his left hand, and grip still firm on his bow with the right. When he wasn’t walking, he was performing. It was all he knew. Bow on strings. Please the people. Give them what they want, even when you’re rotting from inside to out.

Antonio shuffled closer to the doors entering the garden. It was the only place he could bask in the sun and enjoy the smell of life. Sometimes a handful of survivors would be out there, but they never bothered him. They understood he was not The Violinist when outside of his matches. They simply knew him as Antonio, or Toni by the little ones.

The lanky man stepped outside, sun immediately warming his skin. As he was dead, he tended to run cold which he sincerely disliked. He always preferred summer over winter. His smile ever-present on his face, he slightly waved to the handful of girls surrounding a flowerbed. From what he could tell, the gaggle consisted of the Doctor, the Gardener, the Entomologist, and the Little Girl. He never remembered names, just the simple titles.

Tearing his attention away from the smaller creatures, he gently sat on the wooden bench resting on a large tree. He sat in the shade, lest his skin gets burnt, and closed his eyes. The wind kissed his cheeks, letting him relax. The sound of the leaves and shrubbery whispering into his fine-tuned ears. The sound of the ladies giggling was akin to a fly buzzing near one’s ear, but he paid no attention to it.

Antonio simply sat. He would remain simply sitting until his next match, when the beast would boil beneath his skin and make his bones ache. His hair would come to life and then Antonio Paganini would be no more. After the end of the match, he comes back-to in his room at the manor, lying on the bed he rarely used. He always thanked his co-inhabitant for taking such good care of their body despite it not being mentioned in the contract. However, he knew it was because a broken vessel had no use to the beast that lurked inside his veins. So, while he was present in the moment, he sat and he lived.

Noise. More specifically, music. Antonio perked up right away, head swiveling towards its direction. He could tell the sound from a mile away: a piano. The keys sang a familiar tune. That dusty old thing in the library was being used? He knew it was not music from a gramophone, as it produced distinct static upon its revival. He knew it could not be a Hunter or a Survivor: they learned tricks to help them get stronger and defeat their opponent. Nobody had time for hobbies in a game of life and death.

He noticed the girls had stopped what they were doing and were looking, and listening, in the same direction. Antonio slowly got up from the bench, standing to his resting height. He was much taller than the Survivors and one of the tallest Hunters: maybe even the tallest one. The lithe man slowly began stalking the amiable tune, much akin to a bloodhound sniffing its next catch. He heard the wood creak behind him, the followers struggling to keep up with his long strides while remaining a respectful distance.

Through the labyrinth they traversed until they reach the old double doors that held the music being played. The doors were closed as to keep the animals out, lest they ruin the antiques inside. Large, shaky hands laid upon the gold doorknobs and pushed their way open, sunlight filtering through the air as dust danced if you looked close enough.

There, at the bench of the piano, sat a person. A somewhat tall person. A Hunter. Their long fingers danced upon the ivory keys, before suddenly the music stopped and the hands slammed on the keys, creating an unholy noise.

“Always that measure,” the unknown Hunter cursed before recollecting themself. Antonio had no reason to breath, as he was dead, but it felt like all the air had left his lungs. He was convinced the Manor let him go and he had, somehow, stumbled his sin-filled body through the gates of heaven. The Hunter broke his train of thought with a huff, slouching their back before perfecting it again, body and upper legs creating a perfect 90° angle. The Pianist looked angelic, nothing short of perfect. Antonio was enraptured.

They flung their forearms to the side, popping their elbows, and twisted their neck. Finally, they popped each individual finger. They rested their keys on the notes again before inhaling deeply and playing the music. The instrument in the song they played had a simple part, but it had been years since they last played.

Suddenly, catching them by surprise, the perfect tune of strings accompanied them, perfectly in sync with their own measures. The Pianist quickly turned to see the mysterious player, and they were not disappointed. A tall, very tall, man was slowly striding over to them, a large cheshire-like smile covering half his face. His ebony hair was down to his ankles and swayed with each step while his bangs covered his eyes. His suit, a dark purple, strained at the shoulders as he played, much too small for his svelte form. His cravat was slightly untucked, but the Pianist had hardly noticed, for they were infatuated by just the sight of him.

The two continued to play for the duration of the song, roughly 6 minutes, before stopping and letting their music fade into the past. The Survivors clapped politely before excusing themselves, giddy from the music.

“Your talent is incomparable, sir. Simply… flawless,” the unknown Hunter spoke, slowly standing up, the velvet of their long coattails following from behind the bench. “Not many are capable of playing Caprice n-“

“number 24 in A minor, indeed.” Antonio interjected, moving to hold his bow in his right hand, tucked beside his violin. “You are quite talented, too. It is a very difficult song.”

“Undoubtedly!” The shorter Hunter excitedly nodded, finally happy that someone shared a passion for music, as well as being easy on the eyes. The top of their head reached Antonio’s shoulder, so they cocked their neck back to make polite eye-contact. “As passionate as I am regarding the Paganini's work, I curse him for making beautiful pieces so difficult.”

“What a coincidence! I happen to know him quite well.” Antonio breathily laughed, his smile, somehow, getting wider.

“Wow!” The other gasped, hands worrying together out of habit. Social interaction wasn't their strong suit. “How so, if I may inquire?”

“You may,” Antonio nodded before bending slightly at the waste to meet the stranger eye to eye. He extended his hand to initiate a handshake. “I am him.”

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8 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days since Antonio had met his partner. Not like he was counting or anything.

For 8 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days, the couple would play in the library together, then go outside and watch the sunset.

For 6 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day — that was when they first began “courting”, per Antonio’s insistence — Antonio would share a room with his partner. While they slept in his bed, he would relax on a worn down couch and read a book, ready for a new day with his beloved.

For 6 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day, they remained inseparable.

Until the end of time, they would always be a duo. Simply inseparable.

extra (when Antonio was sitting outside before meeting reader):

Antonio had been sitting for nearly an hour. He remained as still as a statue, except for the occasional tap of his foot.

Suddenly, a voice rose him from his dream-like state. “Mr. Toni! Mr. Toni! Wake up, please!”

Upon opening his eyelids, slightly squinting from the assault of the bright sun, he saw the Little Girl standing in front of him, with her white dress caked in mud and her hands behind her back. The other Survivors, the 3 adults, mainly observed the scene. The Doctor could be seen biting her nails. A nervous habit, Antonio supposed.

“Hello, young one,” Antonio greeted, slouching even more so he would appear less intimidating to the child. He doubted she cared, she was a participant in a game of murder, but he did it regardless. “How may I help you?”

“I have a surprise for you!” She giggled, doing a small dance in place to help contain her excitement.

“For me? How kind of you, little lady!”

“Tada!” She exclaimed before moving her hands from behind her back, presenting a small purple flower. “Just for you! The one you have in your pocket looks dead, so I wanted to give you this one!” She looked up at the Hunter expectantly, hands still cupped together, holding the gift.

“I am… speechless.” Antonio whispered, and he truly was. He was not one to feel strongly for the Survivors, but a feeling of warmth surged throughout his body from this action. Antonio got off the bench and crouched, nearly eye to eye with the Little Girl. He took out the dead flower and tucked it away in his pant pocket, not willing to give away a part of his life. “Can you put it in for me? It looks lovely.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Toni!” She gently placed the flower in his breast pocket, taking good care to not rumple the vibrant petals. She dusted off his shoulders until she seemed him presentable. “Perfect!”

Toni chuckled lightly, a genuine smile resting on his face. “A beautiful flower from a beautiful lady.” He complimented. Still crouched, he opened his arms if she wished to hug him. He did not want to force a hug in case it made her uncomfortable.

The Little Girl giggled heartily, running into Antonio’s open arms, wrapping her around his torso as best as she could.

#idv antonio #idv violinist #antonio paganini #antonio x reader #gender neutral reader #oneshot #fluff #your honor they're married

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