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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.

꒰wc꒱ 1.7k ( longest fic so far !! )

✦— 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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dentiststoothfairy · 5 months

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hello! can i ask a norton,Aesop,and naib

with an s/o that got really hurt during a match like it injured the whole right side of there s/o face and also made their s/o loss there right eye? so like at first another survivor told them you got hurt so they went to you thinking you just got a scratch or something but they didn't expect to find there s/o in a puddle of their own blood holding the right side of there face because it got hit with a flare gun which exploded right when it hit the right side of there face,

(it's fine if you don't want to do this or your not comfortable writing it, that's fine but thanks for taking the time out of your day to read my request(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

🟢 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑 🟢

Accidents occasionally happen in the manor, which always gets on his nerves. It's just the soldier in him.

No room for mistakes with this one.

So when he found out you were in an accident with a flare gun, he was pretty pissed off.

THIS is why people can't afford to fuck up, anytime, any day. Because people like you get fucking hurt.

Cracking his knuckles for a totally unrelated reason guys don't worry.

Emily was pretty stern with him before letting him into her little nursing room that she made for injuries after matches.

Don't apply extra stress on the wound.

Allow for proper rest.

Don't let them apply for matches until their face is at LEAST 77% healed and that's if we're being generous.

As Emily listed off the rules, Naib just got more agitated.

Had something like. Actually gone wrong?

And once he saw you. Holy fucking shit.

Memories came flooding back.

It was like. Actively sort of triggering him. Looking at you like that.

As Emily applied the final bandages to your face to make sure you wouldn't get infected, he couldn't look at you.

Not that he thought you were ugly, no no. It was. Physically painful to see the one he utterly adored to be in that position.

A position his friends were in so long ago.

He tries to get you to rat out who did it. He just wants to talk.

Once the healing is done and it turns out you've lost an eye. He honestly feel sick, for you. Again, he isn't any less attracted to you. But it's. It's so raw for him. It takes him a while to feel okay.

He has war trauma guys.

🍩𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 🍩

He's a little more careless than Naib, so when he heard about an accident in a duos match.. He didn't really bat an eye.

You were tough, he trusted you. Although, he'd still pretty fucking upset. Like. Come on. How the hell did that even happen in the first place? In fact, the news that an "accident" occurred kind of unnerved him.

And like Naib, Emily gave him a run down on how to treat the wound. Which he could only scoff at.

He knew how to treat a wound like that. Especially a facial wound.

*vaguely gestures to his face*

And. GOD. his reaction to your face.

FUCK DUDE.

It hurts him knowing that you've gone through the EXACT same thing that he has.

Unlike Naib, he doesn't struggle to look at you from guilt. No. He doubles down.

He's extra attentive to you, although he basically discards Emily's advice, he handles it in his own... Mr Mole sort of way.

⚰️ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 ⚰️

He's pretty expressionless on the daily. It's hard to read his eyes especially with the mask, so when someone br𝐪oke the news that something happened to you during a match.. It was hard to gauge his reaction.

Internally, he was pretty conflicted actually.

One half - was he finally allowed to preserve you for your beauty? No scar or scratch or anything could ever doubt your luminescence to him.

On the other half -

If you weren't already dead...

ARE YOU OKAY?

He was stressed, very stressed.

Anyways. He's actually not a germaphobe as one would expect from the gloves and the mask. So when Emily advised him to watch after you carefully, he listened cautiously.

Once he saw your face

He didn't flinch.

"Oh dear,... Poor [Y/N]...are you feeling alright?"

Probably the only time Emily saw him actually interact with someone like.. A normal human ngl.

Aesop doesn't blink twice.

When I say nothing could tear his eyes from you, I mean nothing.

Lost eye, half scarred face, burnt skin smelling like a chicken dinner.

He truly believes you are the most beautiful th. FINE. FINE. HE'LL PUT DOWN THE SYRINGE :((

U don't love him anymore.... And u hate him 😔 u want him dead /j

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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His Hope

Rated Explicit | Warning: dubcon-ish, manipulation

He is the essence of fear. A being created from the fear within the Madame Butterfly, her rage and fear creating this Man in Red, a thing opposite of you. Blue, a calm and gentle creature like she was. Maybe he hates you for it? Envy? But all you can see is the way he cares for you as if your wings are brittle and your body too fragile for the slightly upset in gentle winds.

Yet, he is cruel to you. Having you dress in slips or robes thin enough to see through the patterns on the silk to see your beautiful skin. The Madame Butterfly took special care when creating you, the Man in Red was not given that care yet he has a haunting beauty about him.

The vines of his magic, treelike tendrils bind and hold your arms up above your head. You are sitting on the marble slab on this display with your back to the audience, none raising their heads, your blue wings flutter as you are anxious. Fearful.

“(Name).” His hand guides you to stop looking behind you to focus on him, “My little light within my darkest nights.” His eye on yours reflects his stern face, “Shh, they only are here to bask in your power.”

You gasp, back arching, head tossed back; his hand between your legs. You know arousal, the blessing it gives to spread joy, he uses that to unleash your gifted magic.

And tarnishes it with his own.

Your body knows him well, reacts to him like a long-lost lover. the Madame Butterfly once told you fear can never exist without hope. You are hope and he is fear, both interlinked and bound to each other.

“I shall never tire of this face or the way you express desire so well.” Your wings flutter as he speaks, his small wing butterflies flying around as sparkles of blue appear from your wings. “Yes, just like that.”

You stopped resisting long ago, he chipped his way into your mind before bonding you to him. Easy enough given you are the opposite and his match. If only the Madame Butterfly gave you to him sooner he would have had to be so cruel with you.

But in the end here you are fighting to not cum, fearful that once your power peaks and you cum causing that burst of magic within you to come out via the butterfly effect, he will twist it and use hope against humans.

“No, no!” Panicked, you fight.

“Shh, cum. Cum and share your joy with others.”

Using you, you can cry about it or starve yourself in protest but in the end, he breaks you. Fear does that, though your hope has lit a small spark within his heart.

He keeps that to himself, that little spark will remain there so long as it does not consume him or this paradise.

“Ah!” The wave of blue, the expansion of your wings before the room surrounded by blue and white miniature butterflies, “Ahh.” It takes a lot of you. Your body for a second glowing before the power fades and you feel numb, used, yet you feel his touch gently assisting you to fall gracefully from your high into his arms.

The vines release you and he immediately holds your weakened form close to him, you stare at him as the world around you is a distant memory.

All that you see is his face, a gentle smile you know is not truly kind— Only you give kind smiles.

You close your eyes, you are completely helpless to him as he picks you up as the mortals bask in the high of hope.

He will return you to your room, your cage, likely to take you properly. A taste of you is never enough for the Man in Red. You are his feast, one he indulges in like wine, too often but in moderation when necessary.

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #naib x you #identity v naib #naib subedar x reader #naib x reader #naib subedar x you #naib subedar #identity v mercenary #idv mercenary #identity v x you #idv x you

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sandwichfordinner · 1 year

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Hello strawberry anon here again! I saw your post and i would like to apoligize that i made u uncomfy! I dint know :C

But ill make a new request

Can i have Luca Naib Ganji and norton with a Fem S/o that looks innocent or smth but in bed theyre a dom?

AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING U UNCOMFY :CCC

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𝙉𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩

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╰┈➤note: its okay strawberry anon I should’ve put it in my rules list but whatever , here is ur kinda looking meal 😭 btw I never take nsfw writing seriously which you gotta excuse me </3

Luca

🎉Luca loves you lots and your innocence! At first he was a little confused of how you are so innocent but he didn’t mind it! He thought it was cute! When someone started talking about sexual themes, Luca would gasp, cover your ears and drag you somewhere else, while you just stayed clueless. But perhaps in bed you were quite the opposite..

🎉Luca is mad shocked when you turned dominant. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CUTE PURE GF?

🎉But he wont lie, he likes it.

🎉He would beg to cum while you just smile warmly at him telling him ,,Not yet~ Could you last longer?’’ He knew damn well that this ‘warm’ type of smile was an evil grin.

🎉Edging is one of your favourite things doing towards him. Oh and biting him too!

🎉Leave hickeys around his neck and he will be begging, trembling or whining.

🎉After so many rounds he will be feeling like shit, barely moving 💀

Naib

🎉He found your innocence quite suspicious. He thought he was just thinking things, but oh boy.

🎉Loves your softness towards him, it makes him feel special =)

🎉Would try to protect you as best as he can.

🎉When both of you wanted to do it, Naib thought about his scars before he undressed himself. What if you think him as a monster?? Sure you have seen his scars around his arms and legs, but there was a one big scar on his stomach that made him insecure.

🎉You quickly noticed his uncomfortable situation and you comforted him, telling him that you love his scars and you love everything about him.

🎉Congratulations! Naib trusted you even if he was hesitant at first.

🎉It starter with soft kisses to a make out session. And you were topping him.

🎉At first you go slow and soft, which made him satisfied a lot. But later he would beg for you to go faster and faster. Which.. you kinda teased him from time to time..

🎉He would be begging and crying to cum. You could hear his pretty moans <3

🎉After some rounds he will be really exhausted which you let him rest and snuggle next to him, telling how great he did. Kiss him on the forehead and he will hide his blushy face to the crook of your neck.

Ganji

🎉My favourite submissive boy <3

🎉He is head over heels for you, wants to be close to you. He isn’t of really a big extrovert so he prefers spending time with his lover instead with the others. Not that he doesn’t really mind talking to others but you’re more important! Sweet gf! =)

🎉He would do anything so you can be happy! Wait wait wait.. Anything? :)

🎉At the start he will be really shy, so he lets you do whatever you want to him because he is still new to it.

🎉After leaving some love bites around his neck, he will quietly ask you to ride him. But this was enough for you to hear him.

🎉But the thing was that he had to beg so he can earn it.

🎉His quiet whimpers when you ride him drove you insane, but soon turned to a little more loud ones. He would be shutting his mouth with his hand trying to not be loud. Tears were forming in his eyes which meant that he was close.

,Y-YN.. I think ‘m gonna, aAh~’

,Let it out Ganji, everyone heard your slutty moans!~ Such a naughty boy~’

🎉Using your words made him even weaker and was so close of passing 😭.

🎉The next morning he woke up with a lot of pain and scratches. Dang those hickeys hurt..

🎉it was pretty interesting last night 😨.

Norton

He doesn’t mind your innocent nature, he thought it was nice. Well that was until you showed him ur true side 🐺

🎉Okay okay im sorry but for real now.

🎉We all see Norton as a dom but I guess he lets himself be a sub for this night.

🎉Honestly a little bit shocked by your acting of a dom but not really shocked at the same time.

🎉Listen I see him as a person that doesn’t show any emotions, but when both of you have done like 3-4 rounds he starts to get tired.

🎉Remember how I said that he isn’t a big man of emotions like a few seconds ago? Yeah when it comes to overstimulation he will be drooling with a wide smile and eyes full of bliss.

🎉He wont stop saying ‘dont stop, dont stop please please please-‘

🎉But when things come to an end he will be panting, still drooling and tears running down his wet red cheeks.

🎉I mean you did ruin him so good job

(My reactions to my nsfw writings 🧍‍♀️)

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avinwrites · 1 year

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IDV Men and their Love Languages pt.1

Lucky Guy

If one were to ask Lucky what his love language is, he wouldn’t know. He hasn’t had much of an opportunity to show or receive any type of love throughout his life. That being said, an embarrassed, but happy, blush will appear anytime anyone praises him. Every “good job.” He gets after a match leaves him stuttering out a soft “thanks” and avoiding eye contact. These Words of Affirmation, however, always make him feel appreciated.

-Lucky has been stuck in the Manor for a long time

-He hasn’t really complained, since there isn’t much for him back in the ‘real’ world

-plus, he got to meet you

-Your first match together, he showed you the ropes, and made a habit of commending you each time you did well

-You’re able to observe that he acts this way with most people

-he’s on no one’s bad side.

-Even the hunters like him for how generally sweet he is

-You get close to him through these words of praise. Every time he manages an impressive feat, you make sure to find him to express your compliments and to watch his face go red

-Though, from you, he gets a lot more used to it

-And, eventually, you have to admit you fell for him, all of him

-It’s been a long time since you joined the survivors at the Manor, and you became close with Lucky in that time, but never expressed your desire to become more than friends.

-During a certain match, you’ve managed to evade the hunter for the majority of the game

-You noticed early on when Lucky let you all know that the hunter was near him, and as far as you knew, that fact hadn’t changed.

-You’re peacefully decoding when the priestess calls upon you to help her bridge a connection across the map. You comply, standing by the nearby wall and allowing Fiona to complete her skill, suddenly, you notice Lucky’s status marker go down to half-health

-And suddenly, he’s right next to you, now incapacitated

-As the portal dissipates, you begin to heal him up

-When he’s back to full health, you take hold of his wrist before he leaves to find a different cipher

-“You’re doing great!” You say, watching as he instantly becomes bashful, “You’ve got this, I love you!”

-He’s shocked! You… do? Through his dazed demeanor, he manages a strong “I love you, too!” And runs off

-Both to hide his embarrassment, and to win, for you!

Servais Le Roy

Again, with a lot of thinking, Servais’ love language is Words of Affirmation. For someone like him who is cunning and enjoys being the focus of the crowd, words of affirmation are a powerful way to make him feel valued. When he performs for you, be sure to acknowledge his talent and skills.

-Servais has spent most of his life pushing towards his goal of becoming a great magician

-Getting to the point where he believes that he can be the creator of the perfect, genuine magic trick

-Often he attempts to create a new trick and will perform for a test or for approval, if he believes the trick is worthy of an audience

-You’re the first he goes to, sometimes just to show you what he’s been working on

-He thrives off of the encouragement you give him

-If you happen to see a part of his trick that he displays, tell him

-he’s grateful to have the true audience outlook from you, plus, he’ll praise you for your “good eye”

-If he ever puts on a big performance, he’ll expect a critique from you at the end

-"Wow, that was incredible! You nailed it, and everyone loved it. I'm so proud of you for putting yourself out there and sharing your talent with everyone."

-If you said something like that to him, he’d melt, he’s head-over-heels, and will not hesitate to reciprocate your expressive words with how much he appreciates you as well!

Kurt Frank

As an avid reader, and a creative spirit, Kurt’s love language is gift giving! There are many things he loves to give: stories formulated by his own mind, small treasures found on each of his “adventures,” even the books he holds most precious will become a gift for the one he loves the most.

-Kurt asked you one day if you had a favorite book, a few days before your birthday

-You couldn’t give him an answer then

-and you had forgotten the question as you were swept away with other things to attend to

-Then, the time of your birthday arrived

-You weren’t expecting any gifts, really, save for what the “Baron” of the Manor allotted for you, which was usually some kind of decoration for your room that had to do with your skill, and of course, a letter that revealed a part of your past

-It happened to everyone, but you happened to be feeling a little down in the dumps about it

-That is, until Kurt comes along with a wrapped gift signed with your name.

-“It isn’t much,” he claimed, noting, “my resources were limited.”

-You were overjoyed that he even thought of you, much less brought you something

-You carefully tore open the wrapping.

-“Gulliver’s Travels” read the title of the book you held, one you recognized as Kurt’s favorite.

-An addition in familiar handwriting underneath caught your eye

-“With the annotations of Kurt Frank”

-He annotated his favorite book for you.

-Needless to say, that is the best gift you’d receive throughout your time in the manor, though he does the same for you with different books once you’ve expressed your interest.

-If you do the same for him, oh wow! He’d be on cloud nine!

-Even if it isn’t the type of book he’d normally enjoy, if it had your thoughts and feeling on the page, he’d cherish it forever

Naib Subedar

Despite his stoic look, Naib’s love language is physical touch. Naib has had so much affection to give bottled up inside him for a long time. The truth is, Naib is a romantic at heart, but has created a wall to cover his true personality. That is necessary when one works with the horrors and bloodshed Naib has had to see. Now that he’s safer, he’s not going to release his inner love until he finds the right one. One can’t forget about friends as well! Naib will have a few people he’s closely attached to, but there is something special about his lover. He’s not the type for pda until a long time into a relationship, but early on, not much is off-limits once in private. That sounds horribly inappropriate, but I mean it in the sweet way?

-It takes Naib a long time to actually confess his love for you, but in a way, it was obvious for a while

-He’s always go to you if injured during a match

-and be the first to save you when you’re in trouble

-he’s try as hard as he could not to be evident about anything, he really was

-it’s ok though, you liked to see him almost silently beg for your attention

-After he confesses and you reciprocate?

-Double, no, at least triple that.

-A quick peck on the cheek before each match, from him to you if you’re the one with the match, or you to him if he’s leaving.

-A good morning hug when you see each other for the first time in the mornings

-that is, up until you start spending nights with him

-He’d honestly have trouble sleeping alone after the first time you sleep in the same bed together (not like that)

-It’s awkward at first, he doesn’t really know what to do

-but just guide him along, he’ll quickly gain confidence once he confirms that you really do feel the way he feels

-Every night is spent held tight in his arms

-He loves it when you run your hands up and down his back

-Or run your fingers through his hair

-Being with you, touching you, loving you feels like heaven to him

-He’s just a touch-starved, smitten boy with so much love to give

William Ellis

A boisterous man! He’s excitable and energetic at all times. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with him. Acts of Service is how he best shows and receives love! He’s the type to lend a helping hand when he notices someone in need. Thus, he has associated himself with many different types of people.

-One of William’s most often spoken phrases is “Do you need anything?”

-He means it, he’s willing to do almost anything for you

-He’s constantly saving you in matches

-is it because he loves you, or because he can’t stand decoding?

-“Why can’t it be both?” He’ll question

-It’s both

-He always makes sure you’re ok, taking extra time to patch up any more serious injuries

-or picking you up and carrying you all the way to the Infirmary if you look worse off

-ask him for a glass of water before bed, he’s practically already gotten it.

-He’ll be happy to oblige to a ‘goodnight kiss’

-Anything you ask, genuinely.

-He’ll expect the same, though

-Maybe you can’t carry him, not many people can

-but allow him to lean on you when he most needs it

-if he sleeps in late, bring him a plate of breakfast in bed! It's his second favorite type of meal besides a large steak dinner.

-and of course, he’d do the same for you, without a doubt.

can you tell which of these characters I've been obsessed with for like... almost 4 years now ♪(´▽｀)

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #naib subedar #naib x reader #idv naib #lucky guy #idv lucky guy #servais le roy #idv servais #servais le roy x reader #idv william ellis #idv william #idv william ellis x reader #kurt frank #idv kurt #kurt frank x reader

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heartshapedbubble · 1 year

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Could you make a Naib with an assassin S/O I really like your orpheus one and I think it's an interesting concept

AAAA IM GLAD!! of course💓💓💓 went nuts w this prompt tbh

naib subedar with an assassin s/o headcanons🗡

if you think orpheus is good at sensing dangerous people, then naib will blow your socks off

naib, being an assassin of sorts himself, knows exactly who to avoid at first sight - based on someone's posture, gaze and general body language, he detects potential threats with ease and keeps away from them

although, compared to orpheus, he's not passive about it - his goal is not to avoid, but to kill. if he finds someone to be enough of a nuisance or thinks someone might be out to sabotage him and his mission getting rid of another body won't be a problem

you immediately sensed naib's presence, differing from all the others that radiated from the timid manor residents lurking and turning their back towards you

it was hostile, the way you felt his eyes pierce you from under his hood and the way he quickly slipped away into the darkness whenever your gaze fixated itself on him for too long. you hated to admit it, but it made your palms sweaty and your heartbeat faster

for the following few months, your and naib's interactions were limited to sharp glances and silent threats whispered out under your breaths - him planning how to push you into a corner with a knife by your throat in case he senses the tension rise up, and you flinching whenever his arm swayed, ready to grip his wrist and dodge whatever punch he might throw at you

...it could have went on for days until the thing happened. the thing that made naib pull his hood over his face whenever he was in your presence, and made you bury your face in your hands every time naib passed by

it was just a normal match with smiley. y'know, scraped knees, blood soaked shoulders and engine particles by your feet

luca was safely decoding the final cipher as martha swiftly pulled the pallets down and stunned poor joker for the second time this match. you were rushing right by martha, giving her some extra support so she could push her kite until the cipher's primed. what could possibly go wrong?

...well, naib, being protective of martha, decided to rush in to help at the same time as you...

...and crashed right into you as you ran, knocking you down with him and making you drop all your hidden blades in the process

this, of course, resulted in a long-term ban from matches considering that carrying unregistered weapons isn't allowed, yet what interested you the most was naib's reaction

as you dropped them, instead of scolding you or using this opportunity to get you punished, he crouched down by your side, shielding your daggers away from the hunter's field of view, and whispered "be more careful next time."

someone who was supposed to be your rival, your unconfirmed nemesis, covering for you? something weird was going on

you decided to confront naib about it one day, to try and get out at least some information or sign out of him even if he stays silent

luckily, it didn't take long for you to find him - you found him leaning against a tree, a half-eaten sushi roll in his hand

"mind if i ask you something about yesterday, naib?" you whispered, him only curiously tilting his head in response

"ask away." he didn't even turn around to face you as he said that

"about yesterday... why did you cover for me?" why did it feel degrading, saying it out loud? it was like losing a bet and shamefully admitting it

silence ensued. suddenly, he replied back, hesitatingly, "i pitied you. don't know why, but i did. was in the same situation before, so that's why, i guess."

with that sentence, it was almost like a spark appeared between you two - it took time, effort and coincidences, but eventually you two started to warm up to each other

oh, you broke your wrist while kiting? what a coincidence, he has an extra pair of elbow pads! naib's wounds started bleeding again - you found a syringe and band-aids tucked in the pocket of your jacket, how weird..

as time passed, you found yourself laying your head on naib's shoulder, his hand tangled in your hair and gently twirling your locks around his fingers - neither of you jolting or reacting badly whenever it happened, it just came naturally

it was never official, but you two gradually formed a relationship. it was deeper than a friendship, more than a family bond and more than just comradeship

sometimes, you wondered if the boy crying, head buried in your chest, is the same man that once wanted you dead on first sight. and when naib held you tight and kissed each one of your battle wounds, he always recalled the way you furrowed your brows the first time you laid your eyes on him

perhaps it was destined to happen, and maybe really two minuses make a plus - two hurt people with impermeable façades broke through each other's 💞

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yourantag · 4 months

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norton, naib, or fredrick waking up to their s/o not in bed but s/o is up cooking? they've been doing this for a few days now and it helps soothe their nerves when they have an upcoming match, sometimes other members of the manor are up so they normally have whatever they made when they arent hungry or they make enough portions for anyone who might be up and hungry,,,generally tooth-rotting fluff, bonus if the characters are a little clingy ???

tysm <33

AN: Qjgpjwvphvsvksj thank you for this soft request! I was surprised to see a request for someone who isn't Ithaqua, but I'm extremely grateful for that. I love Ithaqua, but if I keep on writing him and him alone I'm going to lose my mind. By the way, sorry for the long wait. I didn't forget this request, I just had to deal with school lol. I was also conflicted on who to choose and how to go about it. In the end, I've chosen Naib. I must apologize, though, since I wrote him much softer than most would expect of him. Still, I hope you enjoy! Word count: 1.4k words Summary: Waking up next to you is the best part of the day. To get to see your peaceful face first thing in the morning is a blessing. It makes Naib look forward to waking up early, no matter how much his body protests. Sadly, this has become a rather rare occurrence lately. Won't you indulge him a bit?

The mornings in the manor are always quiet and serene, a stark contrast to the afternoon when matches are in full swing. The faint chirping of birds, the leaking sunlight through the blinds, and the wafting scent of breakfast come together to create a sleepy wake up call. Getting to bask in the dazed ambiance of the rising dawn is one of Naib's favorite things in the world.

Usually, he would get to enjoy this all with you. Well, kind of. You tended to sleep in more often than not, though he wasn't about to complain. You looked adorable while you slept, so completely at peace. Nowadays, he can't even see your face until it's halfway through the afternoon or, if he's lucky, in the kitchen during breakfast.

Today marks the fifth day in a row that Naib has woken up without you. The sight of the empty bed leaves him feeling cold despite the blankets pulled over him. It's a bit bitter, too, since today was a more relaxed day where Naib didn't have as many matches. Lazing around with you would've been perfect.

With a sigh, he gets ready to start the day, though more specifically, to see you. His footsteps are light as he descends from the stairs, gloved palms dragging along the lacquered wood of the railing. Taking a deep breath, Naib scowls as he marches towards the kitchen. The few survivors who are awake, namely Emma and Victor, move away from his path once they catch sight of his expression. He'd apologize to them later, but for now, he was a man with a mission.

The mercenary quickly arrives at the kitchen, the sound of light humming reaching his ears. The wordless song is enough to put him at ease, his lungs filling with air as he lets himself breathe. His face softens, the tension in his jaw loosening and his shoulders relaxing as Naib carefully opens the door a bit more. Leaning against the doorframe, his lips curl into a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling as he watches you do this and that.

Eggs crackle and pop with oil within a cast iron pan, the scent of freshly toasted bread drifting in the air as you prepare plates. Your smile is a balm to his aching heart, soothing him as he quietly watches you place food on trays. The breeze ruffles your hair like the gentle hand of a mother, messing up your already rather disheveled appearance.

Taking a better look at you, Naib can't help but snort in amusement. Flour paints your left cheek a powdery white, jam covers your apron in splotches of jewel like reds and purples, and butter is somehow smeared across your forehead. How you hadn't noticed, he doesn't know. Still, even looking as though you had just fought a pastry chef and won, you looked so, so lovely to him.

You look up at Naib, confusion written across your face. The moment you meet his eyes, it all washes away to reveal a smile. He's tempted to raise a hand and shield himself from the brightness of your gaze. He doesn't, of course- looking away from you feels like a cardinal sin.

"Naib! I didn't expect to see you here. Or, awake at all- it's 7 AM, you should be in bed." You scold him lightly, though your cheery look negates everything you say. In the first place, he wouldn't be up if it weren't for you. But alas, his love refused to be the sleepy head he knew them to be.

"How about you stay in bed from now on so I can stay in bed too?" It's said more so as a request than a question. Naib walks up to you, fondness whispered in his every touch as he wipes away a bit of flour from your cheek. It doesn't do much, really, just leaves a streak of slightly less floured skin.

You smile apologetically, leaning into his hand and kissing his palm. Though Naib makes no reaction externally, his heart bursts in his chest, warmth blotting out the cold emptiness from before. He supposes that makes up for the disappointment of waking up without you this morning.

"I'm sorry Naib, I've just been really anxious lately. I've been getting a lot more matches than usual, and it's been making me rather nervous. I'm sorry if I've been disturbing your sleep." Your soft words, coupled with your genuinely worried eyes, causes tenderness to flood his chest again. Naib found it hard to tell you honestly how he felt, so in moments like these where you didn't hesitate to express yourself, he couldn't help but be reminded of what made him fall in love with you. Your desire to be transparent, to be sincere and communicate, made him love you all the more. It was a strength he didn't have before, yet now, telling the truth came easy when it came to you.

"You haven't been disturbing my sleep, I just miss lazing in bed with you." Naib wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. He doesn't care about how his clothes are probably dirty now, thinking more about how he could help you ease your nerves. Would waking up and cooking with you be better? Naib didn't mind the idea of waking up earlier just to spend more time with you.

He's dragged out of his musings as you yawn, tearing up a bit as you pull away from his embrace. You blink your watery eyes, stretching your weary limbs. Naib winces a bit at the following cracks and pops of your joints, staring at you with considerable amounts of concern.

"When is your earliest match?" He asks suddenly, watching as you tilt your head in confusion.

"Hm? It should be around 3 PM. There aren't as many matches for me today, and not as early, either. Why?"

One could practically see the gears turning in Naib's head as he smiles, untying your apron and lifting it off of you. He places it on a hook before he starts pulling you away from the kitchen. You dig your feet into the ground, frowning.

"Hey! I still need to make breakfast for the others, you can't just- WHA-"

Naib gives you a cheeky grin, continuing to walk away from the kitchen and up the stairs as he bridal carries you. His arms don't falter no matter how much you complain or tug at him. His hold is steady and unyielding, keeping you captive till you're finally back in your shared room.

"They can make their own breakfast. You haven't slept properly for a while, and I've missed out on a lot of quality naps with you. I think you can indulge me just this once, can't you?" He tilts his face down to look at you, his nose barely grazing your own. Naib watches with satisfaction as you can only grumble a quiet "fine," a light flush covering your face.

Naib was weak to you, but you were just as weak to him. You would never say no to his requests, not when it took so much courage for him to ask. And if it were something you wanted too? How could you ever resist?

When the both of you lie down once again, donning your pajamas with no regards to the risen sun, Naib feels that everything in the world is right again. You're already passed out, sleep taking you the moment your head rested against his chest and the blankets covered the two of you.

With you in his arms, he can smell the scent of buttered toast and eggs that lingers on you. He wonders if you can hear his heartbeat, pressed so close to him. Naib hopes it isn't too loud. He can't help how enamored he is, how stupidly fond he is of you.

He can't help how in love he is with you.

So, forgive him if he holds you a bit too tightly, as though he never wants to let you go. Please forgive him for playing with your hair, till there's one strand that permanently curls out. Won't you forgive him when he almost makes you late, sleepily dragging you back into his arms?

Naib loves you in all his quiet yet loud, straightforward yet hidden, contradictory ways. So, won't you love him too? Won't you rest in his arms lazily even as the dawn comes and goes?

#idv #identity v #identity 5 #idv naib #naib x reader #identity v fanfic #idv fanfic

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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hcs w closed off reader? 😋😋 w joseph n naib and anyone else if u prefer!!

HEHE two orders of touch starved losers incoming ( ◜𖥦◝ )

Joseph 📸

⚜ Joseph has never been fond of the over-emotional type, which makes you excellent company.

⚜ He trusts that you can sympathize with not wanting anyone to pry into his personal affairs.

⚜ That respect isn't exactly reciprocated though. Playing cat-and-mouse is one of his favorite pastimes, as long as the intrigue is there. He tries to dig into your heart all while keeping you at a distance.

⚜ You make it a very difficult game, but that's what's fun about it.

⚜ He once snatches your hand to chastise you on something small, like how you need to trim your nails or apply more handcream. Then while he has your attention, he flicks his eyes up to yours and says:

"You know, you don't have a single fascinating look about you, and yet I'm endlessly captivated. Has anyone ever managed to crack your composure?"

⚜ Kind of provocative. He'll say anything to get the reaction he wants. Many of his words are stern, but never ill-intentioned.

⚜ In trying to get you to open up, he might accidentally drop a few details about Claude and his own melancholy. He's much messier about hiding his own secrets.

⚜ He sometimes pulls you into tight, slow embraces and leaves long kisses against the side of your head. It's not like him to make physical advances without prior notice, but he gets a little insecure when the love isn't given back to him.

⚜ That's something he would never admit though.

⚜ You often show up in his paintings. He tells you that he paints what he dreams about: every depiction of you features a rainbow of emotions, from your brightest smile to your tearfilled eyes.

Naib 🤕

⚜ Since he works on the same wavelength, Naib is very familiar with your reluctance to show your vulnerable side.

⚜ But it's also in his nature to try and protect you no matter what. He gets a little bothered that you resist it so much. He understands your emotional distance, but not why you think you're unloveable.

⚜ During matches, his concern translates to aggression. Yanks you closer to him and shoves you into lockers if the hunter is nearby. Hisses at you to sit down and let him treat you if you get injured.

⚜ If you're isolating for too long, he'll create a chance to visit you by bringing you food or extra medkits.

⚜ Comfort is not his strong suit. He dislikes intimate contact and doesn't know how to soothe with his words.

⚜ He cares for you by checking up on your biological needs: that you're hydrated and eating enough, that any injuries are properly cleaned and healing, etc.

⚜ He has a habit of wishing you "goodnight" every evening. It's such a small gesture that you didn't even notice it at first, but now you cherish it as a token of his affection. He only does it with you.

⚜ Even if you fall asleep before he can say it to you, he'll pass by your door and run his hands along the wood, whispering a quick "Night." He never misses a day.

⚜ Sometimes he wordlessly comes up to you just to rest his head on your shoulder. This is a very rare occurrence, but you seem to be the exception for everything.

⚜ He doesn't really smile around you, even when he's happy. "I love you"s are even rarer. His love is expressed more in his daily goodnights.

#identity v #idv imagines #idv x reader #joseph desaulniers #naib subedar #joseph x reader #naib x reader #joseph desaulniers x you #naib subedar x you #joseph desaulniers x reader #naib subedar x reader

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rubywines · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— He deserves it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Oh...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— And suddenly that's all you needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— ...Wait, please.

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

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

— ...

— What?

— What is it? Wait. Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

— He’d like to know everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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crystalstuff22 · 2 years

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Good day! You were taking requests so, may I request separate pocky game fluff headcanons of Naib, Andrew, and Emily from Identity V with a gender neutral s/o?

I don't know if you have a character limit so I hope you don't mind that I requested 3. Thank you!

𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭! (𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐌𝐆)

𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕.

𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 , 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛

Eᴍɪʟʏ

When you introduced her to this Pocky Game so called , she wasn’t very interested.

But since you were begging none stop to try it AT LEAST one time together she finally gave in.

Poor woman (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

She is the doctor of the manor , one of the most busy people. And YOU are making her suffer when you gave her puppy dog eyes.

Doesn’t know what is doing,but she follows what you are doing.

She doesn’t really like the plain part, likes the chocolate one more!

Doesn’t really care for the game, she is just enjoying her snack, which always leads you winning when you reach the half but you leave her eat her half.

Give her a surprise kiss when both of you are racing and she will be confused and blushy. <33

Aɴᴅʀᴇᴡ

At first really nervous and scared to do it with you.

Not that he hates you of course! It’s just... You know , he overthinks a lot.

Leaves the chocolate side for you and he eats the without one. So you can be happy (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

But since you kinda feel bad for him, you give him the chocolate side sometimes. He appreciates it <33

But to the main part about the game. The race, who is gonna be the winner!

Secretly eats slower on purpose so you can win. Seeing you happy makes him happy too.

Give him a surprise kiss when you win and he will almost faint.

Asks more for pocky games.

You won’t be expecting him to kiss you since you do it most of the time. When he does , you are a blushing mess.

Nᴀɪʙ

He’s not the shy person like Andrew and Emily . No sir no.

He eats the chocolate side, even if you ask him most of the times if you can have the chocolate, he will cut you with a no.

EATS REALLY FAST. Doesn’t even care about the game rule: when someone reaches the middle part of the snack they win. Ｈｅｄｏｅｓｎ’ｔｃａｒｅ.

What he does that he eats really fast like it’s his last damn meal, reaches the end when your lips are and roughly kisses you. Kinda grossly ngl😭

Would smile proudly when he sees you shocked, confused or flustered.

You both don’t really play it , but Naib insist because he finds it funny. And the snack is pretty good too.

You’re his snack too, ahem kinda cringey but oh well..

Overall he doesn’t play by the rules because he thinks rules are boring.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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fishermanshook · 7 months

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Dying In your Arms (mercenary x gn!reader)

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⚠️ YOU DIE! + grammar and spelling warning this fr sucks ass you guys a

INTRO

Your not usually supposed to actually, like, die in the manor games.

But it seems you upset the owner, or bloody queen was just especially pissed off today and couldn’t handle the fact there was only 2 chiphers left.

So neither or you guys really expect it when she impales you.

What was born from confusion turns quickly into pain, as she only jabs the shard of glass deeper into your stomach. Pulling a scream from your mouth that only shakes the ground and pierces the air.

There’s nothing you can do but bleed out onto the snowy floors of Leo’s Memory and pray to whatever god there is to put you out of your misery.

—

He was in the match with you, and as much as he’d like to help you he understood that you were more than capable or defending yourself

Oh how he wish he could be right.

It happened while he was decoding, usually something he isn’t doing to be completely honest. In most matches, he’s either going off to save someone, or being targeted for the 3rd time today.

Your scream none the less catches him off guard, and he immediately thinks that you’ve just been terror shocked. So he’s not super duper completely insanely worried, but yeah he’s scarred and fucks up his collaboration.

But it doesn’t matter cause he’s already moving to your direction.

It just confuses him why the Hunter hasn’t picked you up yet, especially when he’s running half way across the map. Shouldn’t you at least be ballooned right now? Or maybe someone’s distracting the Hunter. Or maybe-

Or maybe your just lying a little more still then he would like you to be right now.

Your deathly unmotionless body is what he noticed first, quickly followed by the ever growing pool of blood that your body is seemingly drowning in.

“Oh shit, y/n?” He mumbled, quickly dropping onto his knees and flipping your body over. Your eyes slowly flicker to light as you stare at the Mercenary.

“Hey, um,,,,” is all you can mutter out without tears dripping down your face from the unfathomable pain the queens blade of glass has left you. All Naib can do is stare at you in utter shock and horror, but quickly snapping out of it and gets to work. Trying to push down the ever flow of tears pooling in his eyes, and the running mess his nose is making.

Naib starts taking off his jacket while sprouting phrases among the lines of “Your going to be okay” and “We’ll get you to Emily as soon as this match is over”. Your not to sure whether he’s saying these for your comfort, or for his.

But you slowly fade in and out of consciousness, the only thing you can say before everything goes dark is a small I love you Naib before the curtains close.

The brown haired man picks you up bridal style, but it’s no use. There’s no light behind your eyes anymore, as they remain open and lifeless. You body has gone limp in his arms that it takes him a few minutes to realize what just happened.

Naib has been in this game for far too long now to know that no one can ever escape the clawing hands of death himself. He only fears that something worse might lie beyond these wretched games, that the baron has deemed you unfit for this level of hell.

He only wishes that what awaits for you is some got damn rest.

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

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dentiststoothfairy · 8 months

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Okay, okay...how about a hc about a reader that just sacrifices everything??? Like...

You have not enough money? READER GIVES YOU ALL THEIR MONEY!

You and reader have barely eaten and there's only one plate of anything left? Oops, reader has already given you the plate.

In a match? Everyone got away except reader because they always sacrificed themself OOPS

I noticed that I always sacrifice myself for my friends, be it rl or in idv, it's always the same..ehehe

Could I wish for norton, orpheus, naib and emma for this? I'm afraid I don't know how many people you write for. If there are too many, you can leave some out

Ps. Love your writing style!! 💕

[ 🦷🎀 𝙰𝚠𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍! 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! <𝟹 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍!]

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩 , 📖 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 📖, 🟢 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 🟢 & 🌿 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 🌿

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒/𝐎

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩

This guy grew up on the generosity of others. Being in the mines, it was pretty tough so everyone did what they could to make such a dull a little easier on each other.

Listen. He won't say no if you're coughing up money. Absolutely not... Donuts too? Okay damn-.. HEY! HE'S THE HARASSER! DON'T START TRYING TO PROTECT HIM-

He isn't the type of person for a charity case. He prefers to work hard to achieve what he wants. It not only, shows that he deserves it, but it's plenty refreshing when he actually earns it. So he's a little off put by your generosity at first...

Everytime you give him something. He clarifies "I'm not giving this back".

He's always dumbfounded by the "I know!" Response he got back. Sure, there was generosity... But you were either just.. Stupid or had no sense of value to anything. He just sort of... Questions your sanity a bit.

📖 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 📖

Honestly, he finds it pretty damn endearing. He doesn't really need anything, but the way you just give anything up to anyone in need truly inspires him.

It's also a little concerning-. Like... You need to take care of yourself, please start putting yourself before other people. You're just as important as others.

He definitely feels bad everytime you're left on chair. You're the type of person to give the shirt of your back to someone in need, so how is it fair that you always get sent back?

He definitely gives back to you in some way. Maybe he slides you some of his own food when he's not hungry to make sure you're getting properly fed, or bodyblock you so you quite literally can't sacrifice yourself without wasting precious time and energy. Hehe, sneaky novelist.

🌿 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 🌿

This girl finds it a little funny that you're always getting sent back to the manor. It's not anything too bad.. It's just an instinct for you to throw yourself into danger so she can escape. It's pretty sweet..

She's also pretty self sacrificing herself. So you know that one picture where it's this couple being held at gun point and they keep going 'noo' to protect each other? Yeah that's you two.. It's all pretty light hearted though.

Does not forget to show you love for all the things you do for her. Flowers litter your room, attempted meals made by her showcase her appreciation and lots of affection. She truly does appreciate you.

She knows you can be pretty self sacrificial so she's often trying to help you out by disabling chairs before you can actually get chaired. This gives you a small opportunity to self heal and RUN.

🟢 𝐍𝐚𝐢𝐛 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 🟢

Listen. He loves you. But oh my gOD. He does all of those rescues FOR NOTHING. CAN YOU AT LEAST TRY TO STAY OUT OF DANGER BECAUSE YOU ARE ON YOUR LAST CHAIR AND HE ABSOLUTELY WILL LEAVE YOU HERE.

He appreciates any food you give him. But, he will often half the food you do give to him. Like, if you slyly slip a loaf of bread suddenly onto his place, expect to enjoy half of it with him. He knows what it's like to go hungry and he doesn't want you to experience that.

No matter how many times you frustrate him to hell and back with your absolutely generosity and kindness, he can't help but admire that about you. The world is filled with assholes of every degree, you make this manor a little more tolerable.. Sometimes.

He can also be kind of self sacrificing due to his time in the army, so he will also do his best to make sure you're in tip top shape, but he will indulge in your kindness as some sort of guilty pleasure for the mercenary

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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More Vampire au but with Naib (yes you getting your man but it not on Matty's birthday BONK BONK lol)

Ngl i like the idea of reader overworks and naib has a sweet tooth (i love lemon cake and lemon pie buy me kofi so i can buy cake)

You are quiet as he gazes for an instant before he takes your hand and guides it, placing it on a scar on his torso, a small gash between his rib that ends towards the center of his stomach. Like you, he was a soldier, and like you, his body tells a story of another life that has left plenty of scars both visible and invisible. He shares them with you just as he shares his body with you. Intimacy is not the same as having sex, sex is sex that can lack care; intimacy is different for him. It requires care, it requires time, and it requires his mind to be present in the moment.

“Tell me.” You say.

He tells you the story of the first scar.

Your hand is moved to another scar, this time in the center a few circular scars that look like bullet wounds.

“Tell me.” You say again.

The stories he shares with you are in great detail, and those scars are fading as time goes on, Naib Subedar remembers them as if they are fresh.

This goes on for an hour or so before he kisses you. A sweet one that lingers both in sensation and the taste of him on your tongue. Lemon, he must have had the lemon cake you made him before this, that makes you smile. Naib Subedar is a bit of a romantic when it comes to these things, kissing you to the point of leaving you dizzy, his hands on your face keeping you in place. Your hands on his waist, gripping his toned body from years of mercenary work and now years of him keeping his body in shape.

Old habits, he always remains sharp.

When leads you to his bed, you sit on his lap facing him, your tailcoat and dress shirt taken off with care and kisses on your shoulder and neck. He worships you first, giving thanks as always before taking.

You appreciate that, it is sweet of him.

His bite is quick, like an effective stab, he finds his spot on your neck and quickly bites down so you do not experience the pain too much. He would rather you feel good than be hurt.

Even if you can heal from any harm, no one wants to see you hurt.

You keep yourself steady by holding his biceps, his arms wrapping around your waist as he feeds from you. Naib Subedar only takes enough to satisfy his hunger, the rest he drinks bloodwine or eats the specially made meats.

He is efficient when it comes to his needs, any of them.

“Naib Subedar.” Saying his full rank as he finishes and cleans his mess.

“Yeah?” His body is warm now, usually, he is given his ingestion of blood regularly thus keeping him at a minimum lukewarm rather than cold, “Willing to give more?”

“Slowly.”

“Alright, don't push yourself.” The mercenary carefully turned and laid you down on the bed, “Let me do the work.”

“I can—”

“Let me spoil you for a bit.” You do a lot for those in the Desaulnier manor, more than you think or care to admit. Joseph tries, at times with no grace, to tell you to step back but you always take on the work of twelve or more people. You saved most of the vampires here and assisted in providing a haven for those who were lost in the darkness. The hunter becoming a shepherd, Naib Subedar respected you for finding your path.

“If you must insist.” Chuckling as your pants are taken off after your shoes and socks. “Did you like the lemon cake?”

“I did.” Kissing your knee, “You've gotten better at making it, thank you.” Because he knows that is for him. You always go up and beyond yourself to provide for everyone creature comforts in the manor; everyone sees it and everyone knows you are too stubborn to be stopped.

You lay there being adored, he knows what you like by now and how to have you gripping the sheets in minutes. To say his rank over and over, to have your back arching, body writhing, and your heart racing.

Just as you spoil him, he spoils you tenfold plus interest. If Norton was here with him, that would be the extra interest with the bonus of having either of watching you being fucked by the other.

You are rather a sight to see and the other is very handsome while keeping up with you.

“Naib Subedar, I swear you are too good at this!”

“Learned from the best.”

“Me or Norton?”

He does not verbally answer you but the cheeky smile he gives you from between your legs is telling enough.

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werrmu · 1 year

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???????????

I'M CRYING???? I WROTE TO HIM A COMPLETE CONFESSION 😭😭😭😭

i still love you naib

#identity v #naib x reader #idv naib #mercenary

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sandwichfordinner · 2 years

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Saw your requests where open so can I request Luca,Naib,Andrew,Norton,Demi,and Emma (separately) having a female s/o who is protective and loving towards Memory(the little girl) becoming a mother figure to the little girl

I don’t know if you meant romantically or platonically… I guess you meant romantically

had to remove norton cause it was too much characters for me

Luca , Naib , Andrew , Demi and Emma with a FEM!! s/o who acts like a mother figure towards Memory

Luca

His heart melts when he sees you taking care of the others.

Especially children.

He can only imagine , when you both get married and have your own kid you will be taking such a good care as you did with Memory. But who knows when will this happen.

He sometimes joins you from time to time to keep you and Memory company.

He even shows Memory how his machines work. (She tries to act like it’s interesting to her)

He has only 1 toy made from him and it’s a jumping little frog with a controller. She really liked it though , and when Luca showed her how it works she started jumping up and down excitedly and giggling , which made Luca chuckle.

And Luca gave it to her as a gift.

Naib

He’s not found with kids.

Not even a big fan of them.

But seeing you taking care of her makes him smile , but when you both make an eye contact he immediately looks the other way with a blank face.

,,Naib , darling? Is there something wrong?’’

,,It’s nothing.’’

,,Hm. Hey Memory let’s keep mister Naib some company?’’

,,But mister Naib is a little bit scary…’’ she pulled your pants/dress.

,,Don’t worry! At first he seems grumpy and scary but if you talk and play with him he will like you!’’

,,Hmmm okay!’’

As you went where he was sitting , you gave him a surprise kiss , but he didn’t flinch because he heard your steps.

,,Naib! Mind if we stay with you?’’ You smiled at him.

He sighed. ,,Sure , I don’t.’’

,,Mister Naib , want to play princess and prince with me?? Here I have my Orphy doll but pretend that he is the prince and I will have this doll with the dress!’’ She placed her doll on his hands.

,,Oh I umm.. what am I supposed to do?..’’

,,You have to say something romantically to the princess, if he doesn’t they won’t get married!’’

,,Oh geez, alright..’’

You chuckled, seeing them play dolls together was a cute sign.

Andrew

He loves you so much, such an angel taking care for a little child.

He really likes seeing you being the mother figure.

Such kindness showing to the little kid.

He can’t say anything about kids. He doesn’t like the loud , bratty and disrespectful kids. He likes the respectful , calm and kind kids (not romantically).

,,Hey Memory?’’

,,Yea?’’

You picked a flower and handed it to Memory.

,,Give this to Andrew, say it’s from me and you.’’ You smiled at her.

She nodded happily and took the flower from your hand.

She went up to Andrew who was sitting on a bench - tired from all this work.

,,For.. me?’’ He said embarrassed.

,,Mhm! It’s from me and Y/N , they also said that they really love you and you are doing an amazing job!’’

His breath hitched and looked at you flustered. You waved at him and giggled. He quickly looked away blushing furiously.

,,I uhm.. she really.. said that??’’

Memory nodded.

,,Yes! But now I have to go to take care of my doll , bye mister Andrew!’’ She hugged his leg and went off.

,,So?’’ ,,His face is red! I don’t really know why , maybe it’s because I said that you love him and he was doing such a great jo-‘’

,,Wait wait Memory? You said what??!’’ You said flustered.

,,Oh! So that’s why his face was red! Yours too now!’’

Suddenly someone spoke.

,,Hey uh Y/N?..’’

It was Andrew.

,,Do you.. Really meant it?’’ He said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

With a blushed face you started stuttering.

,,W-well! I uhm , yes! Yes I do!’’ You finally confessed.

You both stayed silent , both of your faces red.

Memory was looking the both of you confused but later she spoke.

,,Kiss already!’’ She said annoyed and went off.

Both of your eyes widened and your faces got more redder.

…

,,I uhm.. Do you like me back..?’’ You said nervously. Geez that was awkward.

He started tearing up, remembering what Memory said to him when she handed him the flower.

,,Oh please don’t c-cry! Im sorry , I’m so sorry-‘’

,,N-no it’s not that…’’

You stopped panicking and looked at him confused.

,,It’s just.. I.. I don’t really remember someone praising me for doing such a good job lately.. I think it has been years..’’

He started to hiccup.

,,I’m s-sorry’’

You looked at him sadly.

,,Aw Andrew , it’s not a big deal. You’re a really hardworking person.’’

He flinched when you hugged him tightly.

,,….’’he was blushing and didn’t know what to say or do.

,,Yipee! You both love each other!’’ Memory said happily.

,,Memory!’’

Demi

Thinks you’re a total sweetheart

Loves spending time with the both of you

Since Demi wears lipstick, Memory wanted to try some too

After non stop begging to put some lipstick, Demi finally gave up and said ,,Fine , get your little butt here and choose a colour.’’

She chose the same one Demi wears

,,Okay Memory , stay still..’’ Demi said focused

,,YN YN!! Look!! I look pretty right???’’

,,Yeah you do…’’

Makes lemonade for Memory.

Or any kind non alcoholic drinks.

Memory likes mostly apple juice.

She thinks it’s the best drink that lives in this planet.

Memory is her little assistant and helps her making drinks.

,,Memory dont drink that..’’

,,Memory thats enough, wait I said that’s enough!’’

It’s a mess..

Emma

Honestly the both of you will make great mothers.

Emma is really careful with what she is doing with kids.

Okay I lied not really.

It’s ‘not really’ because sometimes she does dumb things, and forgets Memory is here.

Like that one time she was showing her how to make fire.

Dumb isn’t it?

And Annie just gave Memory a new toy to play with and went to the fire on accident. She tripped near to the fire when Emma went for some water.

The moment she was back she saw Memory , sobbing in front of the fire place where the doll burned.

She won’t forget that moment.

But sometimes they have really cute moments.

Like planting!

The little girl isn’t a big fan of making herself dirty, but the most interesting part for her is when a bee appears for pollen , or when a butterfly appears. She likes some insects. But she hates the spiders and other creepy insects.

When she sees a spider she screams for dear help.

Comes to you crying telling you to kill it.

,,Y/NNN!! T-there’s a spider at miss Woods garden! Please kill it !! It’s eating the little bugs! I just made home for them *sobs*’’

When you both got out to see the spider you can see Emma using a stick moving it somewhere.

,,Why didn’t you kill it?!’’ Memory said terrified.

,,Well I let the spider live because it’s like us! They eat too, they can’t starve to death, so they eat little insects to keep going.’’

,,B-but the spider ate my citizens!!’’

,,Don’t worry sweet pie. There will appear new ones pretty soon! There are a lot of insects around here.’’

She patted her head.

,,O-okay..’’

The three of you went to search for more to make her happy.

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When they sing to you ♫

A headcanon/short fic mix of Demi, Melly, Norton, and Naib when you ask your significant other to comfort you with a song.

Demi

-Demi likes to hum when she’s working hard

-whether she’s mixing drinks or decoding

-it’s not unusual to hear a tune come from the depths of her throat

-but you’ve never heard her sing

-of course, sometimes, if she’s drunk, she’ll belt out whatever song she may have stuck in her head, but that’s different

-the day you actually did hear her sing for the first time, you almost missed it

You had returned from a rough match. It did more than just roughen up your body, your mental psyche was near destroyed. No one escaped, there were still three ciphers left, and you had already been downed two times previous to your state. It didn’t help that the Hunter finally got you by terror-shocking you. To put it lightly, you were beat.

You sought comfort, and your heart pulled you towards her. Demi was your epitome of contentment. Anything you need, she’ll be there. And while you tried not to ask for too much, in this case, you need her, no way around it. When you finally found Demi, conversing with a few others, you silently pulled her away and to your place of comfort.

“You look rough.” She comments, understanding that all you need at the moment is her, and accepts this fact. without saying anything, you have her lay on your bed, your face finding the perfect space nestled in her chest, her arms around you, stroking your hair softly. In this position, you aren’t far from sleep, but an ethereal voice floating in the air keeps you from fully slipping into the realm of dreams.

It was Demi’s voice, singing a lullaby you don’t recognize, but you find solace in the words and the melody. You can’t stop yourself from drifting off, finding yourself in the same indulgence in your dreams.

Melly

-she’s not very vocal

-you like to ask her to tell you about bugs

-because even if you’re disgusted by them

-she’ll make even the most hideous creature sound like a genuine grace from the heavens with her words

-she’ll even tell you stories if you’d like

-but she gets very uncomfortable with the idea of singing

-and you’re ok with that, you’d never force her to do something she’s uncomfortable with

-but one day, as a gift to you, she surprises you

“I’d like you to meet me in my room tonight after dinner.” She says to you out of the blue. This was earlier in the afternoon. Now, it’s dark, and everyone has gone to their respective places of rest. Melly had practically locked herself in her room when she said that to you. By this point, you were worried sick. So, as soon as possible, you made your way to her room.

You open the door to find her sitting on the floor of her room, mask sitting neatly next to her, face reddened.

“You’ve expressed your desire to hear my voice before…” she starts, unable to make eye contact with you.

“Oh, Melly, it really is ok, I don’t mean to push! I-” before you can argue further, she stops you.

“This is something I want to do for you. I recently learned a song I wish to share.”

So, you mimic her sitting position in front of her. She clears her throat and shakily serenades you, though gains confidence the longer she goes on. You’re awestruck; as if you’ve never heard a melodious note in your life, her voice changes you. You have to admit, of course she doesn’t have the voice of a professional singer, but it’s her. Not only are the words coming from her entrusted to you, you’re the only person to hear this, and it’s beautiful. When she finishes, face vibrantly embarrassed, she looks to you for your reaction.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to form proper sentences. So, you do the only thing you can think of to properly express your feelings. Leaning forward, you gently press your lips to hers in gratitude, thankfully for you, she accepts, leaning in as well.

“Thank you, it was perfect.”

Norton

-Norton has never sung a day in his life

-maybe, possibly, in the mines with what used to be his friends

-but he usually left the tunes to them

-just silently listening

-now, he couldn’t even imagine warbling out a tune

-both from his unfamiliarity with the action and the memories it would bring

-he’s also never considered himself a protective person

-until he met you

-your kindness motivates him more than money could

-he values you so much

-so, for you, he’d try anything

This certainly isn’t the first time you and Norton have laid together in an attempt to sleep, but it is still new to you both. It took quite a while to get here, him holding you loosely, and you, careful not to constrict him.

“You can’t sleep, can you?” He asks, after feeling you shift for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry, I’ll try to be still.”

“No, it’s ok, that’s not what I meant.”

Tentatively, he pulled you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head, and just as carefully, you adjusted your soft grip on him.

“This is nice.” You whisper, closing your eyes and trying, still, to fall asleep.

“Listen, I’m going to try something, just… stop me if it gets unbearable.” You’re awfully worried about what he’s going to do before you’re met with a deep, rumbling voice singing lyrics, something similar to what he would’ve heard in his mining days, and it's soothing coming from him. As he murmurs his tune, the deep rolling in his chest lulling you to sleep, he too seems to be falling deeper. Though you don’t dream, you feel a keen sense of warmth throughout the night.

Naib

-also not a singer

-he considers his singing voice “terrible”

-and that's the excuse he uses to get out of any situation where he’d have to sing

-but you, you wanna hear it

-you don’t care how bad it is

-but no matter how much you beg

-he gets that bashful blush on his face and refuses to comply with your request

-so, you let it go

He does feel kind of bad when you give up, sullen, but what is he supposed to do? He’s never sung before. Well, he can almost remember one time, drunkenly yelling some raunchy song while linking arms with his comrades, swaying about. When that memory fades from the forefront of his mind, he knows what to do for you. Despite his stoic outward demeanor, once you’re behind closed doors, he’s as affectionate as can be. You don’t blame him at all, and indulge him frequently in his request for physical closeness. This was one of those nights. After fondly remembering parts of his past and his family, he wanted to spend time with you, now considering you his family. As usual, you laid together, preparing for a long night’s rest, and he suddenly started to hum. His lips moved as he began to whisper comforting words in a language you couldn’t understand.

“You remind me of my mother’s lullaby.” He finally says to you. “I had trouble remembering the words, but I’d like to entrust you with its melody.”

“I’d be honored.”

And the night continues. His voice becomes shaky, both from lack of use, and the emotions that come with the subject, but he sings for you in his mother tongue the same tune that would comfort him as a child.

“Naib,” you start, sleep evident in your quiet voice.

“Yes?” He whispers, just as silent.

“Can you sing to me again?”

This time, he doesn't deny your request.

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