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rosemaze-reveries · 3 months

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― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

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fishermanshook · 3 months

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LOVELANGUAGE.com (Suvivors! x gn!reader)

# day 6 w/ @philomena-propellente ‘s valentines event! , cut 4 length , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You just started dating them, and now it’s your job to figure out just how they show their undying love for you.

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The Prospector

Norton doesn’t have the money to buy or get you anything fancy. It hurts his heart a little because he would love to splurge a bit on you, but also being stuck in a dangerous manor game doesn’t help either of your situations. (Especially when you are low on clues to get food…)

Norton’s love language is Physical Touch. This man is (already) all over you from the beginning to the end of your relationship. He just loves the way you feel in his arms and it makes him feel a tone better.

You should also make sure to reciprocate these actions. Norton will probably feel even more loved by you knowing that you want to touch him as well.

Please hold this man gently in your hands as he rests his head on your lap.

The Journalist

Alice most likely has her time slots filled with random things she has to get done, so as her partner, she would like you to understand and accept the fact that she can’t spend a lot of time around or with you. What she can do, are Acts of Service.

What she lacks in time management she makes up for in getting things done for you. Too tired to grab your laundry? She’s on it. Need a snack but you're too lazy to go and get it? She’ll be right back babe. And as a last resort, she would take your place in a match for you. ONLY if something bad has come up and the two of you have discussed every possible route you can take. (and only if you promise to heal her up + kiss her bandages.)

Alice adores every part of you and she seems like one to not fall very easily. So be thankful and glad to have someone like her in your life, and don’t take her for granted.

Please be gentle with her cuts and bruises as you heal her back up again.

The Mercenary

Naib loves his alone time as much as he loves you, and he loves you a lot. Like Alice, you have to understand that he sometimes needs to be on his own for the time being. You search for him if you’d like, but he’d rather only wish you do if it’s an emergency. He will seek you out when he wishes for you to see you. (and that’s often.)

Naib seems like he would also dabble in Acts of Service. He’d do a lot for you, free of charge. Well, as long as you’ll cuddle him later. (Maybe make him something sweet?) The Mercenary would go as far as to kill for you, but would only wish to resort to this if necessary.

Naib is a man of few words and has his walls up at all times. (Like someone else I know… *cough cough* GANJI *cough cough*) You’ve managed to worm into his heart and he doesn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

Please hold this man in your arms when he inevitably wakes up from his recurring nightmares.

Cheerleader

Lily can be easily described as a bundle of energy just waiting to be released. She’s a great company and fills any void of loneliness in your bones. She is bright, funny, and overall an amazing person.

Lily has been cheering on others her entire life. Encouraging her brother as she watched him climb the ranks is a fond memory of hers and is cherished deeply. For these and many other reasons, Lily’s love language is Words of Affirmation.

To think that Lily’s enthusiasm would lack or stop when it came to you is just silly. If anything, it grows even stronger. You become her motivation to take on the day and the challenges that come with it. To run for her life if it meant she gets to see you at the exit game waiting for her arrival.

Please cheer her on as well, she needs you just as much as you need her.

The Seer

Eli should have predicted this, should’ve known he would fall head over heels for someone in the manor. But at last, you can’t change the past, or the future. Eli’s learned that the hard way. So while you're here with him now, let him bask in the light you radiate.

Eli Clark is one for Words of Affirmation alongside Physical Touch. Your skin is warm against his and envelops him completely. The Seer has always kept you close to him. Whether it be his hand entangled in yours, an arm around your waist, or anything else, he enjoys keeping you close to him.

Eli knows how words can affect people, so he always tries to compliment you when he can. Your outfit, your match performance, anything, and everything gets a smile and a nice compliment from him.

Please let this man wrap his arms around your waist as he hums an unrecognizable song in your ears.

The Priestess

Fiona is a self-proclaimed devotee to her god, but nowadays, she finds her devotion slipping. Her faith, disintegrating into ashes the longer she’s stuck in here. It’s given her a lot of time to think, but it’s also given her more time to spend with you. To forget about the unknown wonders of the world and just embrace your presence in its entirety.

Fiona Gilman’s love language is undoubtedly Quality Time. She enjoys nothing more than to spend time with you outside the games. She doesn’t mind what or who it’s with, just that you're there. She also seems like she’s a sucker for picnics. Just the two of you is best, but if you insist on having others then that’s fine as well.

The Priestess has spent most of her days devoting herself to her religion and belief, which you don’t shame her for. She knows that her beliefs may not align with others, but she appreciates that you don’t give her crap about it. If she ever does find her faith in her god restoring, she would love to show you some of her practices.

Please accompany her on walks long after your curfew with only the stars as your witnesses.

ADDED BONUS’!

Bloody Queen

Mary was born with wealth and nobility to her name, she knows the power money has over people and the influence it can make. So she more than understands the currency of this strange manor. Not that she’s complaining though, she has more than enough clues and fragments to last a lifetime.

Mary Kriegburg's love language is Gifting. She has the clues too, so why not splurge on a new outfit for her daring? It’s the best way for her to show you that no amount of money can compare to the love that floods her unbeating heart.

If you do end up gifting something back to her, handmade or bought, she will cherish it. It may seem that Mary doesn’t like the handmade doll you made of her, but she sleeps with it during the nights you can’t accompany her. Her bed does feel cooler without you.

Please cherish everything she gives you, as she will do the same for you.

The Photographer

Joseph doesn't get to see you often, as the two of you have your respective matches you're forced to perform in. And for whom? You'll never know. When your games are done for the day, he'll choose to seek you out. While he does prefer his own alone time, he wishes to be with you.

Joseph Desaulniers's love language has to do with Quality Time. He spends his time wisely so that he can save more for when both of you are available. The Photographer enjoys afternoon tea parties with you. Talk about anything or keep your mouth shut, he won't mind either. Your presence warms his dead body and it's such a welcoming feeling for the man that he yearns for it.

Joseph has already lost his brother in an already tragic manner, the Photographer keeps you close to ensure you don't meet an unexpected demise while he's not there. No, he doesn't want you to go back to your dorm room yet. Just stay by him for a moment longer and let him know you're not going anywhere one last time.

Please soak up the sun with him as he takes another picture of you.

note: RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS (don’t come at me if you thought different love languages for them okay 😭)

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a018233 · 1 month

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Captor! Yandere! Eli Clark headcannons .

Tw: Yandere content, Stockholm syndrome(?), Victim blameish, GN reader.

AN: you guys.. should totally fill my request box.

• Eli tries to justify this, saying how dangerous the world is. Telling you how he can't protect you if your out there.

• Eli loves you, and he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you!

• He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he can't help himself!

• Eli loves you so much it hurts, he eats, sleeps, and breathes for you. He wants you to do the same for him..

• He's feels like God himself is punishing him when you scream and hurl insults at him, when you look at him with both horror and disgust. But he's sure you'll return his feelings soon enough.

• In hopes of making you return his affections, he'd let you have free roam of his home. Of course, with the windows and doors bolted and various locks.

• I don't think he'd keep you restrained with any bindings. He wants you to feel as if this was your home as much as his.

• But if you were to try to escape? That's another story.

• To say he's disappointed would be an understatement. He'd use chains, long enough to walk around, but not long enough to escape.

• You lose some privileges you didn't realize was luxuries previously.

• He used to respect your boundaries by letting you have your own bed, trusting you enough to bathe yourself and dress yourself.

• But now, he sleeps alongside you, spooning you, the chains are off, but your hands and ankles are tied together with soft cotton binds.

• You can't even bathe or dress yourself, he does it for you. You have zero control of your life. He even tries to brush your teeth for you.

• You began to feel immense regret as your seated naked in front of of Eli in the bathtub, he'll hum to you as he messages your scalp with shampoo.

• He thought that you'd fall for him the more this goes on, but he could feel his heartstrings snap when you recoil from his touch.

• Why can't you love him? He's been oh so very patient, hasn't he?

• He tries to cheer you up by bringing you little tickets from town, maybe some pastries too.

• But nothing works, you don't even scream obscenities anymore . You have that vacant look, like your always somewhere else.

• He just wants you to react, to anything. Even if it's hatred towards him. But you don't even have the energy for that.

• He tries to give back your 'luxuries', letting you sleep in your own space, letting you bathe and dress yourself. But you don't even have the motivation to eat these days.

• Now you need him, but even then you still don't *want* him.

• Eli doesn't want to remove your chains or binds, but eventually, he does. Giving you free roam.

• Your eight month anniversary is coming up, your still distant. But at least you aren't spending the majority of the day rotting in bed.

• As a little reward, Eli places an order for a cake with some literature books. He kisses your hand before departing.

• As usual, you only ever wander around the house when he's not here. He's like hawk when you do.

• the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the window. Another ugly depressing day.

• But that's when you spot it, a way out. A window that was unlocked. A window that wasn't fucking deadbolted. This isn't a trick, is it?

• You waste no time before sliding through the window, you took quite a fall, you didn't even bother to grab your shoes.

• You'd wince as you stepped on rocks, sticks, you couldn't care less if your foot was bleeding or not. It didn't matter if it hurt with each step you took. You were out, free. You were actually outside.

• The white clothing Eli gave you all wet and stained with dirt from slipping on the mud, your hair wet from the pouring rain. You couldn't care where you were running, you just needed to get far, far from him. The only real danger was that captor of yours.

• That is until you found yourself face to face with a wolf. It snarls as it corners you.

• The moment your have your freedom back, your faced with death. It was a cruel joke, a cruel joke from life.

• Your going to be ripped to shreds, to unrecognizable pieces of flesh. All because you couldn't stay put.

• The world is dangerous, maybe you should've stayed put. You can't tell if your paralyzed by fear, or if you exhausted yourself from running so much. Even if you could run, you can't even move from all the fear. Genuine fear.

• Fear you've never felt before, you should've stayed put, stayed put in that house you despised so much. Your gonna die, because you couldn't listen.

• Before the wolf could come any closer, a flare goes off. Scaring off the wolf elsewhere.

• Your so exhausted, tired, your eyes watering from relief. To turn to your savior, Eli.

"Are you okay my love? What did I say about leaving? This world is dangerous..--" Before Eli could scold you more, all you could do was sob and fall into his arms, clinging tightly to him after your scare with death.

All he could do was smile, finally. You realized you wanted him, that you needed to be with him. He's the only one who can protect you in this world.

• After your little brush in with death, you put up no fight. Eli wraps his robes around you, carrying you bridal style back home.

• A nice warm shared bath soon follows, filled with suds and bath salts. Your sniffles echoed in the bathroom as he washes you throughly.

• Eli dresses you up in comfortable pajamas, then lays you down in bed. Before he could leave, your found yourself clinging deathly tight to him. Asking him not to leave, much to his surprise as much yours.

Eli's expression softened as your grip tightened around his wrist, so much it was hurting him. Before he could ask what's wrong, he heard the words he never thought he'd hear.

"Please stay.." You whispered through quiet sobs and hiccups, poor you. You hadn't stopped crying from the moment he found you.

Who is he to turn down his beloved? Eli hums in response before joining you under the covers. Wrapping his arms around you, spooning you as you willingly buried your face against his chest. Your tears staining his shirt.

"See? I told you the world is dangerous, as long you remain here, with me. Your safe. That's what you get for not listening, now, now. Go to sleep, alright my love?" He didn't mean to smile, he couldn't help it. Now Eli was certain you wouldn't want to be leaving. It's only a matter of time before you return his feelings.

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meowordeath · 19 days

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A/N: I love Identity V!! especially Eli Clark!! I attempt to make it as gender ambiguous as possible, besides one having the word boob just replace it with pec! i didn’t know a gender neutral term for boob, sorry! :3 btw I'm not sure if someone else has already done this!

Characters | Eli Clark , Ganji Gupta , Naib Subedar and the lovely lady Patricia Dorval

Content warning : fluff , reader with boobs but no specific pronoun, not too inappropriate, jack the ripper And Breaking wheel if those count?

Identity V characters reacting to their s/o clothes getting ripped! :3

Eli Clark

Before the match started Eli got to view your new costume. It looked very ninja like, the clothes were very skin tight. You two chatted while preparing for the match “Remember, just called out and I'll send brooke to your aid, okay?” He whispered to you laying his gloved hand atop yours. “I know, don't worry if I need you I’ll shout”

You smile before pecking him on the cheek. Brooke hoots happily, as Eli gives you one more loving look, before everyone's sight fades.

For first few minutes of the match you had been decoding. Feeling more relaxed as Luca shouted the hunter was on him, making him first kite. Your cipher was a little over half way done, as Luca started kiting toward you. At first you assumed he was just kiting in the area so you didn't bother to get off the cipher.

Your heartbeat started to get more prominent, but you were still very lax, thinking Luca and whoever the hunter was were just getting closer, when a shout rang out through the map. “Beware! Hunter has changed target!” You lifted your head abruptly from your cipher, accidentally messing up a calibration in the process making you shield your face from the explosion.

Soon after you messed it up you felt blades run from your back to your side. You cry out in pain bumping into the cipher as you sprint away, unfortunately the cipher snagged one of the slashes he had made in your shirt. A dark chuckle sounded behind you as you ran.

“This chase is already way more exciting than chasing that decoder,” Jack said licking the blood from his blades. You ran vaulting windows, throwing pallets for distance, you even led him back to Luca. Luca had a flustered look watching you pass him.

Eli knew you were currently kiting and trusted that you’d call out for help, so he didn't want to waste his spectate. “Help me!” Your shout rang out through the map. Eli was quick to send brooke to your aid. Looking through brooke's eyes he was shocked at the condition of your current costume. His face turned a little red.

Jack had only meant to slash your back, but since you messed up the calibration his slash went down your side, slicing open your shirt. It would've been fine with thin slashes, if your crash into the cipher hadn't caused your shirt to snag. It tore and your right boob was pretty much exposed.

You were trying to hold onto some dignity pulling the shreddings of your shirt over to cover it, but vaulting and pulling down pallets. You needed both your hands. Jack definitely had a great view of you each time you pulled down pallets. Eli was quick to find the teams other assist, William, and asking for his help to get The Ripper off you.

William was quick to assist. He stunned Jack allowing you to escape and hide, forcing him switch targets. Eli set brooke to find you, so he could help.

When he did find you, you were crouched behind a pallet, making a pathetic attempt to save your shirt. Eli crouched in front of you, not looking at your chest, instead checking over the wound. “It’s gonna be okay s/o, you can have my trench coat” His voice was slightly flustered, as he shed his coat.

He was left in his white long-sleeve button-up and black tie. You couldn't be more thankful for him wearing his recluse costume. “Thank you, Eli. God, this is pretty embarrassing!” Both your guy's faces have a faint blush, as you button up his trench coat finally covering your exposed flesh.

Eli's nervousness faded as he smiled. Lifting his hand to cup your cheek. “Don't worry, if they say anything, I'll have brooke rose peck out their eyes” he jokes, brooke hoots in agreement.

Ganji gupta

You and Tracy are both hanging out in the manors workshop. She was originally tinkering until you came in, wanting to show off your new costume to her. It had this futuristic theme, and Tracy was quick abandoned her invention to mess with the small gadgets they stuck to you as accessories.

On the front-side of your shorts, you had some sort of tablet with buttons and fun looking controls. It was attached to some belt that had other gadgets, they were all locked to the belt, which was attached to the shorts. Tracy was crouched down messing with them all.

“How mad do you think Miss Nightingale would be if I started taking this stuff apart?” Tracy said with a small grin. You look down and it seems she had already took her screwdriver to a few things. “Well, I guess we will find out” She laughed at your words.

Everything was going fine you were standing as you watch Tracy dismantle each piece of futuristic tech on the belt. Ganji knocked before entering the workshop. He sighed looking at Tracy crouched next to you. “How much longer are you gonna keep my s/o, Reznik?”

Ganji was told this was only gonna be a quick visit to show off the costume. Yet He’d been left waiting out there for at least 20 minutes. “Calm down ‘Gupta’ your s/o came here to show off their costume to me not you!” Tracy taunted, while saying his name is a mocking tone. Ganji scoffed, setting his cricket bat down at the door.

“Who do you think they showed it to first, Reznik.” Ganji sounded like he was subtly bragging, at being the first person to see you in the new costume. Tracy rolled her eyes. “Darn, the screen to this thing just doesn't want to come off!” She said trying to get the screen off, to get the wiring.

Ganji started to walk toward them reaching to pull Tracy off his s/o. “Okay Reznik, I’ve had my fair share of sharing my s/o.” Before He could reach Tracy she had fell back as her force caused your shorts to rip.

Tracy honestly didn't see anything with how fast Ganji was to cover you, He scowled down at Tracy. “I'm sorry...?” She said with a sheepish smile. “Find my s/o something to cover up with Reznik” He said firmly. She was quick to bolt out of the room. “Right! I'll be right back!”

She didn't look back in fear of seeing Ganji's harsh gaze. You could help but rest you forehead against his back laughing. “What are you laughing at? You’re currently in your underwear, if you hadn’t noticed.” He said turning toward you with a slight frown.

“I can’t help but laugh at the silliness of this situation my love. I never expected Tracy to rip my shorts, all so she could get the tablet!” You found this situation pretty funny. Ganjis frown turned into a small smile with your amusement.

“Glad you find this amusing. Though I’d rather be the only one to see my lover without pants on.” His words made your face slightly red. “Okay, perv.” His gaped slightly. “… I’ll remember that the next time your clothes rip. I won’t cover you.”

You smile squeezing his cheeks. “Yes you will, because you love me!” He sighed as you squeezed his face passive-aggressively. “… Yes I will.”

Naib Subedar

You know your lover hates Murro with an burning passion. Mostly because he hates boars, but you thought Murro’s boar was kinda cute.

Unfortunately Murro stayed very far away from you, making it so you barely saw his boar outside of matches.

It was a very nice day at the manor, survivor matches going smoothly, not that you had any matches to participate in today, Naib had about one or tw. With him on the team you didn’t doubt they would win.

In the manor there is an outdoor area, and due to you not having any matches today you want to go walk around in the sun for a bit.

On your way out you were wearing loose fitting loungewear. Not being in a match you didn’t want to put effort into putting on one of your usually costumes.

The sun felt good especially after being inside for most the day, you would take what you can get before Naib decides to ‘lowkey’ glue himself to your side. The outdoor part of the manor was pretty big enough to have a small forest, with a gate surrounding the whole area of course.

In the distance near trees you saw a tail and decided to investigate. Upon getting closer you realized its nust Murro's boar.

“Oh, I wonder why you’re out here by yourself. Is Murro around?” You said crouching down in front of the boar. It kind of just stared at you chewing on grass.

“Right, you’re an animal you can’t talk…” You felt a little awkward as the boar stared you down. “Well… I’m gonna go back that way…?” You stand dusting yourself off. As you stand the boar approaches you. You got back down wanting to pet it.

It did let you pet it for a moment, you got to even rub its stomach. It was fun, until you decided to go back inside and it grabbed ahold of the back of your shirt.

You and the boar had a short staring match. “Hmm, as much as I would love to spend more time with you Murro’s boar i’m sure my boyfriend is done with his match.” You said trying to tug the shirt from its mouth.

The boar refused turning it into a game of tug-a-war. “Let. go!” You huffed out fighting against the animal, you could hear the fabric starting to tear from you two pulling on it.

With one last tug you fell backwards, grunting in pain. It had a good chunk of fabric in its mouth as its trophy. You heard hurried footsteps. looking up you saw Murro. “I’m sorry! I didn't realize my boar had wandered away, forgive me!” He reached out to help you.

Unfortunately Naib had just arrived at the scene to see Murro’s boar with some of your shirt in its mouth, and Murro himself standing over you. In a moment a blade whizzed past, slicing Murro’s cheek causing him to fall on his butt in fear.

Looking behind you, he could see a very angry Naib hauling ass toward you all. In fear he quickly abandoned you. Hopping on his boar he left, running in the opposite direction.

Naib almost ran past you to chase Murro if you hadn’t gotten up quickly to grab the back of his shirt. “Wait, don’t chase after him!” You struggled to hold on to the man.

“I’ll gut him and that boar. How dare he sica damn animal on you.” His voice wasn't a shout but he was definitely furious. He was very strong actually draggjng you as he tried to pursue Murro.

You pull on his ponytail dragging his head back. “Hold your horses, who said anything about him siccing his boar on me?!” You let go of his hair as he stopped for a moment. “What do you mean, his boar was standing over you with some of your clothes in it mouth. How could that not be an attack on you?” He finally turned toward you head tilted slightly in confusion.

Sighing, you lightly pat Naib's cheek. “I wouldn't say it was an attack, I was originally playing with the boar. It only was trying to stop me from walking away, and Murro said he ran over after noticing it was gone.”

Naib’s eyebrows were still furrowed, eyes slightly closed, as of he was trying to see if you were lying for the sake of Murro. “Fine, I won't chase after him, for now.”

You grin pinching your lovers cheek. “Good! Now lets go inside you smell like shit” You say looping your elbow with his to lead him back to the manor. He rolled his eyes. “Whatever dear.”

Patricia Dorval

“Breaking wheel...! That son... sons? Of a bitch!” You say irritated, cursing his name to the sky quietly. He had been chasing you for most of the match before you lovely, kind, sweetheart patricia, took kite.

Inside your head you gushed about your girlfriend as you were trying to remove his spikes from not only your clothing but from your skin, as it had penetrated through the cloth into you.

Pulling them out was a huge pain, It hurt like hell. If only someone could help. You couldn't reach the ones in your back. Your mind drifted to Patricia as you pondered how her kite was going.

“You need help?” A raspy voice spoke out from behind you causing to yell and jump. Quickly turning around your faced wth the sneaky bastard who turned out to be Kreacher.

“Damn it Kreacher, you don't just sneak up on people like that!” You shout at the man hand over your heart. Other one raised as if you were going to hit him.

He back away from your shouts ready to coward out, and run away from your aggression. “Wait! Yes, I need help...” You say embarrassed about having to ask Kreacher of all people, to help you.

He was a little hesitant to come toward you, he had a sketical look toward you as you were just shouting but he did anyways. “Stay still and Ill get them removed” He said hand already painfully pulling one lodged in your back.

You try to hold in your pained shouts, refusing to show that this bothered you in front of Kreacher. They were pretty thin the spikes, but very sharp with tiny barbs that makes sense them hard to get from your skin.

Kreacher doesn't exactly have the gentlest hands while removing these from both your clothes and skin. You couldn't tell if he was trying to hurt you or help you.

“You could slow down damn it! Stop removing them fast you asshole, It hurts!” You hiss pulling away as he pulled another one carelessly out.

“Maybe if you could actually dodge breaking wheel..” You heard him mutter under his breath. “What did you just say!?” You say ticked off. “Nothing!!” He quickly says pulling one out to distract you.

He was pulling out the last one when both your hearts started to beat slightly, though it was barely anything to make you fret, polun didn't even know where you two were.

Coward freaking Pierson on the other hand grabbed ahold of the last spike dragging it down your back as he pulled away, bolting.

The specific spike he pulled was at the top so it tore all the way down, making the shirt go forward almost exposing if you hadn’t held it up with your hands. You grind your teeth slightly, turning to curse out to Kreacher.

As you turned your eyes met Patricia's, who had wacked Kreacher down with her ape skull, making his head bleed as he dizzily sat on the ground.

“Sorry I wasn't here sooner s/o, but at least I crushed this roach.” She said walking past him to you. She pecked you on the cheek getting her lipstick on your face, before looking at your back which was now exposed.

You had some blood drops rolling down from the sprike removals. She cut some more of your shirt so that she could tie a not in the back so it wouldn't fall off.

“I would take Kreachers jacket and give it to you, but I'd rather none of his filthy items touch you” She said as she gently caressed your back, careful of the small wounds.

You blushed at her caring gesture. “I should've warn a different costume one with a jacket, that's my bad.” She put her arms around your neck. “Well, I for one really like this costume, too bad it gonna be temporarily out of commission”

She makes it so hard for you not to swoon when shes this sweet. Kreacher groans reminding you two he was there.

Patricia unhooks her arms from around your neck. “Let's leave that thing and go decode the last cipher. Polun will find and kill it” She says loud enough for him to hear.

She grabs your hand pulling you away toward a cipher, while you follow her happily. Patricia was right about Kreacher as he was found & killed after Ganji led the hunter to him. At least the 3 of them escaped!

PLEASE I REALLY TRIED HARD TO MAKE THEM ALL SIMILAR LENGTH!! Hope you like this :3

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #naib subedar x reader #mercenary x reader #eli clark x reader #ganji gupta x reader #seer x reader #batter x reader #enchantress x reader #patricia dorval x reader #patricia dorval #eli clark #ganji gupta #naib subedar #idv fanfic

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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Ink of Blackest Night

Alright D.M. ppl listen trust me on this trust me i swear

Rated Mature | Warnings: kidnapping, soft D.M.

The Lord Professor Désire Mélodis has many enemies, those who see only the cremé de la cremé of society and wish ill will upon him. They see you as a means of hurting him, a way to cripple the secretly devious many who are playing a game of three-tier chest with the detective Mr. Inference.

Yet, in the middle of that match, an interloper had dared to put you in harm's way and Désire had no choice but to call upon Noir to protect you. The mystery man had swooped in and saved you, you could only stare in awe as time for that second slowed down.

The battlefield they foolishly picked is the celebration event held by the Lord Professor, a celebration of the success of your public performance of a play you are the lead of and the success of the opening night. You were excited to share this moment with those you love and those who supported you, along with those who are part of the play! It was a wonderful night until the party crasher came and the night turned into a nightmare when Sir Mélodis is forced to stand helplessly as you are taken away.

You fear for them as you know they will not be given a quick death.

As you are taken and held hostage in some abandoned and frankly unstable manor belonging to a fallen house, supposedly by the hands of Sir Mélodis, you are tied and gagged by the grand staircase as they plot the next phase. Kill the Lord Professor and kill you too if you are not—

The scent strongest on him is rosemary like Mr. White, his expression stoic, yet his eyes are intense as he lands gracefully with you in his arms. You are placed down gently on the floor.

“Tuberose is outside with Mélodis.” Inform you while his owl lands on his shoulder, “You will be safe from here on out. Do not look back.”

You could only nod as you are too in shock to speak as he kneels beside you with blue eyes locked on you, his stare taking in your appearance before standing up and turning around. He leaves to go probably to kill those who tried to kill you.

Désire is not one to let the paperwork of justice handle his affairs when it comes to you.

Noir, you know that must not be his name but the codename your beloved has given him. Everyone has a codename but no name you know of.

“Curious about him?” Désire asks while you lay beside him in bed. You have not left his side in over a week and not left his manor in the same amount of time. “Such a nosy thing.”

“You promised to be open with me when I ask and I only ask questions when something is presented in front of me.” You brush his hair out of his face, “Who is he?”

“A partner.”

“You kept him hidden from me. Is he important?”

“Yes, very.”

“Does he know about me like the others?”

“... Yes. He knows how important you are to me.” There is weight to those words because you are important, far more important than he could ever voice but his actions always speak for him.

You smile, kissing the tip of his nose, “Can I meet him again?” You try to be on good terms with those your future husband associates with, especially when they are ordered to look after you.

“He wants to meet you as well,” He kisses your forehead, “But I have a request of you, my love.”

“Anything.”

“Careful before you promise anything,” He cups the side of your face, “He, like Tuberose, is very close to me, and of equal importance. Tuberose holds no romantic feelings for you but Noir does.”

You look concerned, “Uh?”

“He has watched you, as I ordered and I permitted him to let those feelings grow. I trust him to care for you if something was to befall me. Please, have an open mind around him. He will only respond to what is offered.”

“Do you want me to covet another man?”

“I want you to feel safe with him as you do with me.” He corrects you, “He will be the only man I give you permission to feel comfort in any form from.”

You are confused and worried to the point you touch your beloved’s forehead making sure he does not have a fever, “You… You are serious?”

“You know already how dangerous it is being with me is, I want you to be happy if something befalls me even if it means someone else must care for you too.”

You know like when talks like this but it is a reality you have to face as your wedding day draws closer and closer, the dangers are increasing and the Sir is dealing with affairs that are becoming too emboldening and believes they can harm you in public.

“Désire.”

Noir is not an easy man to find, he can only be found when he wants to be found. His letter details only a time and place, nothing more. The owl is sweet on you, rubbing her head on your finger before taking the gift of a treat of a breadcrumb and flying off.

That night in the long abandoned Observatory, he stands waiting for you with the owl on his shoulder, his arms crossed.

“You came.”

“Of course, it would be rude to ignore an invitation.” You say with a slight bow, “I must admit, you have the advantage here.”

“I do,” He turns around the looks over his shoulder signaling you to follow him, “Come.” You follow behind him.

You follow a secret path in the flooring, he enters first then you go inside after him, and he assists you down the ladder. The place under is a large space well lived in, warm, and smells of fresh food and you see a small table covered by cloth and set for dinner. It makes you very aware of how real this is, that Désire wants you to be courted by another man while engaged to him.

“My apologies if this is not to your standards.” Noir says while pulling out a chair for you to sit.

“Oh no, this is lovely actually. Cozy. Do you live here?”

There are bookshelves everywhere, a curtain divider, and this table. There are three other doors and the third door that is open reveals a kitchen.

“Yes, it is a safe house D.M created.” Seating himself across from you, “I primarily use it.”

“I see.” You examine the food, a simple dish, before eating it, “This is well made.”

“Crimson made it.”

“Oh.”

The dinner is mostly quiet, you try to make conversation but he seems not well versed in how to keep one going.

“I… Could you keep talking?” He says while collecting the dishes, “I enjoy the sound of your voice.”

That makes your cheeks heat up a bit, “Would you like for me to talk about my day?”

“Anything. You are enchanting.” Placing them in the sink.

You talk about anything from your day to the play to how thankful you are for him saving you. Then you ask him simple questions, nothing invasive as you know he must keep his secrets too as his line of work— Their line of work requires you to be in the dark.

Noir at some points is unsure what to do, there is only but so much D.M. can tell him to help in this. He was trained to kill, to remove obstacles for Sir Mélodis, romance was not even a thought in his mind until you came along.

He was surprised when felt those strange emotions in his heart stir within, so much so he had to go to the Lord Professor for advice.

It was annoying to laugh at before Désire saw how serious Noir was.

“Noir?”

“Forgive me, I did as much research as possible before this,” He touches your face after removing his gloves, “Tell me if anything I do is not to your liking.” His eyes open while you close yours preparing for his kiss.

You kiss him, a quick kiss, “Let me show you. We can learn as we go, okay?”

“A-alright.”

#reader insert #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #fanfiction #identity v x you #idv x you #seer x you #seer x reader #eli clark #noir x you #noir x reader #eli clark x reader #eli clark x you #idv seer #idv eli

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carmen-is-away · 2 months

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cuddling with the legends pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Fuse, Valkyrie, Seer, Ash, Mad Maggie

a/n: i wrote this like two years ago and never posted it, sorry if it's maybe kinda inaccurate now and short compared to my other posts

Fuse

I might just be fantasizing right now, but I feel like Walter's a real touchy dude and he loves when his partner cuddles up to him. He eats that shit up and doesn't mind cuddling all day everyday. He's definitely grabbing a handful of ass no matter what position you two are in, but he's a big fan of having you lay on top of him.

Valkyrie

Kairi only likes to cuddles while winding down, whether that be before bed or after sex. Her hands are on your waist at all times and she's always pulling you closer. She's definitely gonna flirt and make plenty of sleezy comments the whole time.

Seer

He's a lover and he loves to cuddle. He wants to be very close and intimate with his partner, so of course he's gonna wanna cuddle. Expect candles, nice thick blankets and maybe even a small massage. He wants you to hear how his heart beats for you so expect to have your head on his chest often.

Ash

Ummm Ashleigh Reid is NOT a cuddler. She is all business all the time. She will literally have to be powered down before you should even consider just thinking about it. Sorry gang

Mad Maggie

Also not a cuddler, but less anti-cuddle than Ash. She's too busy girlbossing and being a Salvonian icon to cuddle. If you're cuddling Maggie, you would definitely have had to be very close to her for a very long time. She's partial to spooning if she is cuddling.

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sleepingcup · 1 year

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His reaction to see your lifeless eyes. (part 2)

Characters: Naib Subedar, Eli Clark, Norton Campbell, Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff, before love confession

Part: 1

Naib Subedar

Just like Edgar, he would be ignoring the meet and greet but he has to just to find potential for a competitor once you arrive the manor.

He would be confused at first as to why some people are avoiding you, but when he decided to look directly to your eyes.

Nothing.

He is not evenly phased at one point.

He just blankly stares and sees that it's nothing of a big deal but something tells him that you are reminded him of himself when he was at his bad mood, just expect that he is going to visit you from time to time. Naib will secretly admit that you are almost similar to him but minus the killing, so a wild guess that he got some sympathy towards you. Even if most of the conversation is just dead silence and no friendly conversation, don't worry he will warm up to you just give him the time.

But if he does happen to understand you, he will try to comfort you even if it is clearly not his place to do so his company and leaning to you is the only thing he can do. He gives you free sandwiches during breaks, think of it as his way of comforting you.

If Naib happens to fall in love at some point, was probably you comforting him in a hug or you possible being there for him most of the time. Cook something for him if he is feeling down, anything goes as long as he is comfortable with you.

Before I forget, just give him a heads-up if he wanted hugs. He is well aware about ambush attempts.

Asking permission is the one thing that you can do.

Just don't question his blushing face or he is gonna make you regret it. Also personal conversation is something that he doesn't want to talk about, so please refrain yourself from talking to him to that conversation. The man has too much suffering that he doesn't want to scare you.

Eli Clark

He would notice right away when you appear at the manor, just only sharp eyes to stare and he knew exactly that you are depressed. All he can guess was that he somehow knows that you are often gloomy.

Even Brooke noticed your lifeless eyes at a first glance.

The conversation can be a bit awkward at some point, but if would be replaced by petting Brooke even if she is reluctant to do so. Give Brooke the time to adjust, it's the least that she can do. Things can get awkward at first but the conversation can be replaced by silence or deep conversations.

Don’t worry, you will enjoy spending time with Brooke Rose. Just give her the time to adjust is all.

He is a fiance to someone so making him fall in love is going to be almost impossible.

But it would not stop him from making you smile at some point so that is his mini goal.

If Eli manage to make you smile even if it's a simple bit makes him happy.

To truly make him fall in love is to deepen the bonds you have with him, give him the comfort and happiness that he truly yearns for that his fiance wouldn't. Give him something that he never has before, do something to make him go out of his comfort zone to kiss you.

But if he stays loyal to his fiance please don't pressure him, give him the time that he needs to enjoy his time with you.

It's the least that you can do.

Norton Campbell

Funny he would be similar to Naib and Edgar, however, he isn't in the mood to notice at some point. The differences is that paying him money and he would simply know by analyzing your face, getting to know about him is pretty much not easy?

If he happens to take an interest to you, expect that he would bother you for a while. But also expect that he would be a bit rude from time to time.

Give Norton some time to get used to you.

How he would understand is the main question. The answer is that he would know once you and Norton understand each other.

Lifeless? Norton is just gonna bother you 24/7.

After all he has handle the worse case scenario before.

Need a hug, just get used to Norton's strong arms as he lays his head on your chest. Just don't question him, it makes him comfortable that way. He also won’t mind some hair ruffling so that’s a bonus.

If by any chances that you smile.

He will find a way to make you smile even more, be aware of his anti-personal space from time to time.

And he will share donuts with you so...that’s a plus of his affection.

One thing tho, just get ready for Norton to appear to your room for cuddles.

The man has nightmares of his past from time to time, just don't ask why.

Mike Morton

It would take Mike a while to noticed your lifeless eyes, what he would expect from you was a smile. But when you make a fake smile of all places he knew instantly that your are faking it.

If there is one thing that Mike would know, is that he can tell the differences between the smile and fake smile.

So consider making you smile was his goal.

Even if it failed like a lot.

But he didn't give up on you, he continued to give you hugs and jokes from time to time. You just need to be patient about it with him even if he isn't going to leave you alone.

But if there is a time when you accidentally compliment him or flirt with him with the right words, his face is priceless to see. But the same method won’t work the second time, unless your lucky.

Mike is probably the man who is used to anti-personal space literally hugs and whatnot. But if he sees your smiling but the lifeless eyes is still there, it still makes him happy that he is making any progress.

Your smile is something that is beautiful for Mike to see, the only difference is that your eyes are not lifeful as it should be.

It makes him addicted to you at some point just to make him slowly realize that he is in love.

Just expect him to say your name out loud every time he sees you.

One thing, deep conversations is not his forte. He hides a secret that he won't even bother to tell. Expect him changing the subject from time to time, he clearly doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

If he happens to have a deep conversation with you, you would be surprised that he is also faking a smile even if you knew from the beginning.

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cryptonite-exe · 2 years

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the legends with their s/o as a teammate

𓆩♡𓆪 ft ; crypto, seer, mirage, octane, revenant

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; had to sneak in my little princess meow meow revenant !! i'll write a female legend centered part 2 soon if i feel like it <3

crypto

the dropship screen interrupted the program it was televising to show everyone the lineups

his eyes widen a bit since you both rarely get paired in a squad together

his heart rate picked up a bit and seer could only giggle from the other side of the room

tried playing it off like he's unbothered

but please help the poor guy he's kinda dying inside

especially if it was duos, ya might need d.o.c on this one

isn't that different than he normally would be

but becomes really protective

he knows you wont actually die but he is the literal embodiment of the word paranoid so he will treat it like you will

always lets you go first whether its in buildings, tunnels, ziplines, etc.

like the gentleman he is

discreetly attempts to impress you with moves using his biwon blade

already at your side when you get knocked down, "don't worry, i've got you" he'd say as he grabs an injection then pierces your chest with it

he'd quickly press a kiss onto your forehead then go back to your other teammate/just by himself to finish off the rest of the remaining enemy squad

with adrenaline coursing through you, you healed up pretty quickly from the med kit he dropped before finishing that squad

it wasn't long until you heard him pinging things you needed such as a better evo shields, shield cells, optics and the like.

trusts you enough to protect him and actually take his time to scout out the area with his drone

waaaay more chill with you, not in a 'let's his guard down completely' but more in a 'not on the verge of snapping his teammate's neck'

winning with you makes it a hundred time more rewarding for him, that smile you give him especially if he had the last kill

he would kill for it

sneaks in a kiss on the way back to the dropship

at the time, seer was chatting away with ramya at the dropship's lounge when it was announced the match was starting soon

seer

you were tidying your room at the drop ship, making sure everything is spotless and at its place

the announcer's voice echoed throughout the dropship, reminding every legend that was within the vicinity of the approaching game, including you

all the legends gather at the drop area and it wasn't long until the squads were announced

a small laugh escapes seer as the screen shows you in the same squad with him

"this performance will be entertaining with you, beloved" he says to your direction as the platforms lower until everyone is faced with the breeze of kings canyon

"with you, it will be a spectacle" you reply, placing a light kiss on his right snakebite

whoever you poor teammate is would have to endure the endless romantic remarks you lover birds exchange

if it's just the both of you then the level of flirting that happens between you both cranks up

the most gentle lover ever

knows your limits and boundaries and never dares to push any of it

frequently asks if there's anything you need

"is there anything you find missing, my love?" he'd ask as your squad advance through crash site, making sure to look out for anything you potentially need

you tell him the certain optics, ammo type, or grenade you needed and its not long before he hands you those with a loving smile

he always has an eye and ear out if you're crafting or opening a care package

frequently checks if there are any heartbeats to be heard when your squad rotates the map

any squad approaching would be detected before they could even set foot to where they wanted to go

"i hear heartbeats approaching from the left, let us show them not to play with fire" he informs your squad, placing his exhibit shortly after

your squad was at a strategic position but unfortunately, you got downed by a grenade due to a knocked enemy blocking the only exit you had

the swiftness and grace seer executed when he heard you being knocked down was like no other

every heartbeat of an enemy he heard, soon ended as he rushes to your aid

"i won't let my flame die out yet, ifuru m" he says, quickly reviving you and helping you to your feet

informs your squad that there are no heartbeats he can hear as he lets you loot the death boxes and heal up

"phoenix kit here, we need to calm that heartbeat of yours" he says, hearing your heart rate from the adrenaline that was just injected into you

the ring started closing in but to your advantage, you were already within the next ring with seer using every survey beacon he sees

the number of legends and squads were quick to dissipate and it wasn't long until the remaining players were '?'

the sound of gunshots and explosives increased and seer gives a nod of approval that the enemy heartbeats were getting louder, meaning both squads were knocking each other out

your squad jumps into the fight, eliminating every last player with ease

seer managed to get the last kill with a grenade, finishing his act with grabbing your hand and waist and leaning into you, the distance of your faces decreasing as the announcer declare you both champions

"how about an encore for our audience?"

mirage

he was serving drinks at the dropship bar when the abrupt cut announced the match, "approaching drop site"

was excited to see you in the lineup with him, then that excitement turned into nervousness

"you're stuck with ol witt now! not that its a bad thing- you should be grateful not everyone has the opp- oppor- chance!" he wriggles his brows to you as you both hop onto the platform

"keep it in your pants, elliot." you reply while looking at the map, deciding on a place to land as jumpmaster

"keep what in my pant- wait- HEY!" unfortunately for him, by the time he understood what you said you already launched the squad

he always protects you even if there are no squads near

does that spy movie thing where he pretends he has an earpiece before turning the corner and pointing the gun

knows your exact favorite gun and the optics you need

drops batteries and med kits but pretends its already there to hear you commend him

"thank you, babe. appreciate it," you say, stuffing the kits in your backpack

"anything for you, beautiful" he finger guns while winking. you try to stuff the laugh in when he almost trips while doing it

likes carrying you and loves it when its the other way around

he knows he can handle them too but seeing you so focused on knocking down the other squad while he heals up, gives him butterflies in his stomach

an absolute SUCKER for pda and kisses from you

he hands you the hop-up you've been looking for since the beginning of the match "voila! as always i've got your back so you are very welcome"

you kiss his cheek as your own form of thanks

he quickly turns into a blushing mess, "oh- oh wow okay- right here too- not that i don't like it- i love it"

he continues like that for a few minutes, contradicting himself every other words and before other teams could hear him and shoot your squad down, you cup his cheeks with your palms and place a firm kiss on his lips

it quickly did the job with shutting him up and oh did he feel like he was gonna melt in your hands

he can't stop the smile on his face throughout the remainder of the match

when you're knocked he deploys his dupes and rushes to your side "i'm here, can't let you leave me so soon, "

sticks to your side most of the time, rambling about whatever because he knows you'd always listen to him

would totally do that hero thing where he sacrifices himself as a body shield so you can live on and win the match for him

doesn't turn out the way he wanted though, seeing that you scolded his ass nonstop after the match for doing something as idiotic as that

ego boost to the thousands when you win with him, brags non stop that someone might just duct tape his mouth

"of course we're champions! we're a force to be reckoned with!" he shouts at the cameras capturing your winning moment

once all the press things are dealt with, he can finally be with you to relish in glory and comfort

slinging his arm around you to pull you closer, he gives you a celebratory kiss, "told you being stuck with me has its advan- ad- perks- yeah i meant perks psh"

you lean into him and just hum in reply, the fatigue a match brings is unmatched

octane

the moment the screen flashed the lineup he was in for the match, he couldn't stop the grin behind that mask

octane ended up running and jumping around the dropship while waiting because he couldn't contain his excitement

gushes to you how fun it's gonna be in a trio/duo with him

caustic was so annoyed he almost gassed the entire place

finds excitement in finding the exact items you requested, looking forward to the praise

"hop-up here, turbocharger, only for mi cariño"

"how kind of you, thank you," you'd kiss the side of the mask that covered his cheek

he gets a rush from your encouragement, adrenaline and stim running through his veins from running and your compliments

huge ego boost

he WILL bridal style carry you to cover if you're really hurt

after that, he'd fight off the enemy squad and the moment they're eliminated, he sprints back to you to check if you're fine

makes sure you're revved up and fine before running off again

tries to keep it professional for the cameras and everything, but still loves to kiss you

when he knows there's no squad nearby he uses every pickup line that wattson taught him (the poor 3rd teammate)

randomly picks you up to run off somewhere

"wha- hey! tavio where are you taking me again!"

"can't let mi amor die of heat here!" he shouts in the midst of the sound of his metal legs working, 'how considerate' you thought, smiling that he noticed you were sweating a lot from the lava that surrounded lava siphon

he love love loves to show you cool tricks with his jump pad, although sometimes it ends in you having to stop him because he was gonna use a grenade again

or you get eliminated by another squad out of nowhere

either way, he had fun with you and he's content with it, although winning could've made it better

when you do win though he's so happy he could run circles around an oval

peppers you with endless kisses in your own private time

"we should be in a squad more often, makes us a deadly duo huh, mi cielito?"

revenant

mostly doesn't care whoever his teammates are, he's just satisfied to kill

but he wonders why is it that when he saw your banner beside his, he actually wanted to try for once

"you're spared this time, skinbag" he leans to you when you're lining up on the dropship

becomes a bit more docile when you're around

actually waits for you but gets a little impatient sometimes

"hurry up! there are skins to collect!" his robotic voice interrupts of your squads' comms

"i am literally crafting!" you shout back, checking the map to see he's already across the location

you could only sigh and wait for your med kit to finish, before running across the map to catch up to him

he'd see your panting state and laugh, quoting how "humans are so weak"

you give him the annoyed side eye and he only grins

he sometimes drops shields or syringes when he notices you have yet to heal, claiming "i don't need it" or "since you're fragile"

you can't tell whether to be touched or annoyed so you just take it

you're also probably the only person he'd say thank you to, reluctantly of course

he finds joy in knowing you just watched him execute a kill perfectly

he assures you firmly that it's not to impress you but "what you should look out for"

if you're camping he loves to literally stare into your eyes, his metal ones turning and adjusting with no indication to ever blink

maybe it's to intimidate you but every time you have to remind him

"we are literally dating, i could not be fazed at all," you mutter, working on the optics of your gun to your style

confused why you get so happy after kissing him but since it makes you happy he just lets you do it

doesn't care about pda, couldn't care less about what others think because he would literally let you hold his hand while shooting people with the other

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yabadabadoobie · 2 years

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petnames (pt. 1)

multi-legend headcanons - bloodhound, wattson, revenant, horizon, seer

pt. 2 • pt. 3

a/n: obligatory ooc warning, just something very simple to start the blog off :)

Bloodhound - ástvinur (love friend)

A sweet, unassuming little petname - one they don't announce as anything romantic, but it's easy to tell they get flustered when someone asks what is means. they live for and thrive off of this sort of tenderness in private, but in public they are ridiculously easy to fluster; go easy on them, please.

"Hap kill. Your aim is better by the day, ástvinur; you need only trust yourself."

Wattson - mon chou (my cabbage)

A cute, silly nickname from a cute, silly lady! While she likes all the normal french petnames, mon chou is definitely her go-to. She thinks it's equal parts funny and sweet (she is correct, as always), and has a good little giggle every time she gets to call you her little cabbage. Yes, I do mean every time. Good thing her laugh is so contagious.

"Ah, good morning! Did you sleep well, mon chou? (giggle)"

Revenant - doll

Said in an extremely condescending tone at all times, and only used for the sole purpose of getting on your nerves. Don't worry; if you get used to it, he's very open to trying out some more to find one you hate the most. But hey, it's better than being a 'skinsuit' at least - probably.

"Aw, what's wrong, doll? Cat got your tongue? (chuckle)"

Horizon - petal

A lovely little name that floats off her tongue as she dotes on you endlessly. She loves nicknames and petnames, and she will call everyone 'petal' occasionally, but you can't help but notice the uniquely tender tone her voice takes on whenever it's directed at you. Swaps over to 'flower' sometimes just to mix it up - anything floral, she seems to be a fan of.

"Och, y'er nae a bother, petal. Come over here, tell me what's got y'er knickers in a twist."

Seer - orekelawa (beauty that surpasses all other beauties)

A gorgeous name for a gorgeous partner, perfectly summing up how he feels about you in one fell swoop. He'll tell you as such as soon as you ask; why should he hide how wonderful he thinks you are? If it makes you flustered, even better - red is a lovely colour on you, after all.

"... Hm? Ah, it is nothing, orekelewa. Simply admiring your beauty."

#apex x reader #apex legends x reader #apex legends #x reader #bloodhound x reader #revenant x reader #seer x reader #wattson x reader #horizon x reader #doobie-writes

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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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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year

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Hear me out on this one . White relationship HCs maybe 😩😩🫶🫶🫶🫶

omgee basiweenie in my inbox🕺 i'll do my best for yew

⚜ The idea of being in a relationship is conflicting for White. What if he had a partner before his memory loss? He worries this might lead to problems in the future.

⚜ He confesses to you in a very strange way. He admits that he loves you, but then rejects you right after, saying he'd like to regain a sense of himself first.

⚜ He backtracks on that almost immediately, though. He starts having visions of you getting hurt or leaving somewhere, and that's when he realizes he can't bear to let you go.

⚜ While his foresight is convenient most of the time, it ruins any chance of you getting to surprise him. Sometimes you forget, but he pretends for you <3

⚜ Your failed surprises teach him how fun sweet gestures are... and so he starts doing it back. He's more subtle about it, though. He prefers to hide gifts for you to find later rather than give them to you directly.

⚜ If you're apart for a few days, he'll send his owl to bring you flowers or letters-- like something out of a fairy tale

⚜ His memory loss has left him a little naive about the world. He once got in trouble for stealing a bouquet that he wanted to give you

⚜ He's always there to catch you if you're about to fall or drop something, he foresees everything ♡

⚜ While normally polite and reserved, White gets extremely agitated when he sees fire or tries to recall his past. They often show up in his nightmares, so he prefers to sleep close to you

⚜ Even if you sleep in separate beds, you often wake up to find him in yours

#identity v #idv imagines #idv x reader #seer idv #eli clark #eli clark x reader #idv eli x reader #seer x reader

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fishermanshook · 17 days

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LOVING YOU IS ALL I NEED!

( batter , first officer & forward relationship h/c's ) + gn!reader

# think of this as a pt. 2 to this fic , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

How these men show their undying love for their one and only—you.

꒰wc꒱ 1.1k

✦— THE BATTER

Ganji Gupta didn’t dare dream of the day he’d find his one and only, his true love, someone to grow old and tired with until his heart gave out on itself. Unfortunately, his newfound situation halted any progress he could’ve made.

That was until you arrived at the manor with a letter to hell in your hands. That was until he got to know you better. That was until you shared your first kiss on New Year’s Eve. Ever since then, he’s been completely and utterly yours.

Ganji Gupta is the type of man to show his love and devotion to you through meaningful Acts of Service. There’s little to nothing the Batter wouldn’t do for you. He isn’t above taking hits for you in matches when needed, and he will use his last ball to save you from getting sent back to the manor.

Ganji Gupta who, as much as he loves being on his own, gets a bit lonely at times. Therefore, he loves nothing more than to spend some Quality Time with you. He prefers long walks around the perimeter of the manor and also enjoys getting to rest his head in your lap as the two of you lounge about.

Ganji Gupta teaches you the recipes passed down to him by his Mother. It makes for a great way to spend time together whilst making sure he doesn’t forget them in the process. Cooking with you brings back bittersweet memories and reminds him of his Mother all too much.

Ganji Gupta frequently wakes up from relentless night terrors. He’s heard of other Survivors describing their own experiences with them but didn’t think it would happen to him. Now he finds himself waking up in a cold sweat and alone in bed with nobody to calm him down. This leads to him sleeping in your dorm room more often than not in a way to help combat these nightmares. Hopefully, he can get some rest tonight thanks to your help.

✦— FIRST OFFICER

Who doesn’t know the brave young man Jose Baden? The Sea Knight who wields a pocket watch said to have been blessed by Posiden himself, the artifact that always ensures smooth sailing? The First Officer is punctual, humble, and always knows what he wants. He just didn’t expect it to be you.

Nonetheless, the heart can guide a man better than any map can. He may indeed have fallen for you first, but you undeniably fell harder. Although, who wouldn’t with the way he constantly sweeps you off your feet?

Jose Baden is always true to his words when it comes to you, and therefore showers you with Words of Affirmation. It makes communication between the two of you much easier when there’s nothing to hide. And there are only so many words to describe his love for you, so we’ll have to start from the top and work our way down.

Jose Baden, who cannot keep his hands off you. No matter where the two of you are. Physical Affection is this man's specialty and has been embedded into his DNA. It's the simple things like his pinky finger being entwined with yours or his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

Jose Baden isn’t afraid to show his love for you in front of others and would never shy away from it. It’s truly a gift to be head over heels, so why hide it? Why not show off what he’s got and everything that’s so precious about ‘em?

Jose Baden who can’t help but take a hit for you in games. He doesn’t ever want to see your blood spilled, and would rather have his coat on the map instead. He’s ready to face the stern talking you’ll give him after the match, but you’ll patch him up anyway.

Jose Baden doesn't like admitting the fact that he misses the sea badly. The things Jose would do just for an evening back on the ocean are wild and many. The closest thing he's got is Lakeside Village, but even the calming waves that brush upon the shore can't heal the pain in his heart. The Officer will admit his feelings to you in an act of desperation and comfort. And comfort he receives from you. From cuddling and listening to him rant about the ocean for the 100th time to peppering his face with soft kisses that seemingly never stop.

✦— FORWARD

Said to have been the creator of Rugby himself, you always want William Ellis on your team. He successfully lifts the spirits of all his teammates while headbutting into the Hunter just before they use excitement. It's the thought that counts, right?

To have William in your corner means to have someone who is with you through thick and thin. Someone who will stick by your side until the end of time itself. And until you can finally realize just how much the Rugby Star adores you.

William Ellis who can’t help but hold you close. Physical Affection is this man’s go-to for showing how much he loves you. Like Jose, he will never feel embarrassed or ashamed when showering you with his form of love and affection. He’s either got an arm around your waist or your hand in his—there’s no in-between.

William Ellis loves Giving Gifts just as much as he loves Receiving Them. While the Forward’s not the best at picking out pre-made gifts, he is the best at making ones straight from the heart. Using his clues and fragments, he’ll craft something he finds worthy of gifting you. Whether it be something like a small, red box in the shape of a heart or a bracelet that has your and his initials on it, the gifts are all made with you in mind.

That being said, William Ellis will treasure anything you gift him in return. And that can be anything. Silly little notes passed underneath the table during dinner. A beaded anklet that has left a tan mark because he never takes it off. Or a smaller version of his Ruby ball with every stitch being almost exact.

William Ellis who’s afraid he might not be good enough for you. Who fears that one day he may be forgotten by everyone he’s ever loved. Maybe that’s why he works so damn hard. To prove to himself (and others) that he’s worth remembering. Fortunately, there’s no need to go the extra mile when it comes to you. William’s proven himself more than enough already, hasn’t he?

note: a little gift for all my Ganji, William, and Jose lovers out there. made 4: @rieuvie + @williamkisser + @ch6douin +@jklovu + @5ku11h34rt

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mariewriting · 1 year

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If you aren’t busy, may I request yandere seer with a reader who goes out of their way to avoid him?

Your request is my command!

GN reader

Notes; None.

Warnings; Possessiveness, mention of kidnapping.

Yandere Seer with an S/o that strives to avoid it.

Eli is always seeing the good in people, and you are no exception. He keeps the faith that if it makes you happy you will stay with him. But it's not quite like that.

Eli would be very sad and silent when he saw that you were trying to avoid him at all costs. And he already knows why, but he still doesn't know why you tried to leave him. I keep getting more and more possessive after noticing that you were avoiding him.

I feel that he would slowly try to gain your trust, just to take you away with him. In a way that would make it look like you loved him, even if it wasn't true.

But if you insist on ignoring or avoiding him, he would get more and more impatient. Until he got fed up and took you by force. But I think it's very difficult for him to take that step, only if it's very precise from his point of view.

If Eli saw that there really was no way out. He would do the last option, he feels very sad to see you down, though. This is all for love. Isn't it?

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Hello, this is for the match up game with any of the Apex Legends characters!

(No tickle lol)

Okay, so first, my name is Sam or Samantha, just thought I'd mention!

● I'm social butterfly with crippling social anxiety :,)

● My humor consists of dad puns, sarcasm, and probably whatever a 13 year old boy would laugh at.

●I'm a avid artist and art appreciator, and I want to work in animation!

● I love video games, specifically story based ones. My favorite is Undertale!

●I get distracted pretty easily unless under tense, stressful situations.

● I have anger issues and can lose patience quickly, mostly with situations and less with people.

● I'm the therapist friend and can give some solid advice for situations, but I don't know how to comfort people.

●My love language is a mix of quality time and acts of service.

●if I'm in a social setting with people I'm familiar with, my energy goes from 0 to 100. I'm an ambivert basically.

●I love helping people in any way shape or form, watching someones face light up is great. :)

●I love animals, and I really want to work at an animal shelter.

● My confidence is little to none, but I try to make it seem I'm well put together whether I actually am or not.

(THANK YOU IF YOU CONSIDER THIS AT ALL I LOVE YOUR WORK)

A/N: Hi, I'm so sorry this is late! I matched you up with Seer. I also used this bit of lore as inspiration. I hope I characterized you okay. But, if this story's not to your liking, let me know and I can try to write something else.

A Welcome Change

You and Seer are kindred spirits. With a passion for the arts and empathic hearts, you’ve been best friends since childhood. But ever since Obi’s last interview, you’ve seen and heard less from him as he works hard to provide more philanthropic work for Boreas. Angry by the callous treatment of your friend, and unwilling to watch him work himself into burnout, you visit Boreas to assist him in his work. After a challenging day, you try to redirect Obi’s thoughts with what you know best: arts and humor.

“Biko, step forward, my friend. There is nothing to fear.”

Obi was speaking to the next person in line inside the soup kitchen. You stood a few feet away from him, offering the man a smile, though your mind was elsewhere. You’d volunteered your time to help Obi with providing food to Boreas, and you didn’t give helping him a second thought. That wasn’t what was on your mind, though. Instead, you were thinking about the circumstances that brought the two of you there, and a slight frown crossed your face.

You’ve been, and I quote, “spouting inspirational phrases.” The people of Boreas can’t fill their bellies with inspiration.

Lisa Stone was saying during Seer’s last interview. You’d watched it on your tablet. You’ve rarely, if ever, seen Obi so uncomfortable. He could normally take any situation and make it positive. But that wasn’t the case here.

I’ve been looking over your transcripts from your last few games. You don’t mention Boreas, or steps to change its fate, just your “outcasts”. Have you spent any time doing philanthropy work on Boreas? Or is most of your time spent participating in the Apex Games?

Seer didn’t answer. And, what Lisa said next made you livid.

I see. I wonder what your fans think of that.

Your frown turned into a grimace. You knew just as well as Seer’s fans that there wasn’t anyone living in Boreas with a heart bigger than his. You’d told him so, telling him that he gave people hope. But Obi believed otherwise. Since comforting others wasn’t really your thing, you offered to help him with anything he needed done. You didn’t mind helping at all; in fact, you enjoyed it. It just broke your heart that Obi questioned the good he’s done.

Suddenly, you felt someone shaking your shoulder. You flinched, nearly dropping your ladle, only to relax a bit when you saw Seer’s hand.

“Sam?” Obi asked, giving you a concerned look. He gestured to the man that was across from you. “This gentleman has been waiting.”

You blinked, staring back at the man. He was an older individual, looking to be in his fifties or sixties, and he appeared nervous. You didn’t know if that was because of you or Obi, but it didn’t matter. You scooped a helping of food onto his plate, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, sir.” You said, putting your ladle down to hand him some napkins. “There you go, enjoy.”

With that, the man walked away. There was a lull in the line, so Obi spoke to you again.

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Nah. Well, actually…” you started, taking a breath. When you spoke again, you did so in a quieter voice, so even the best eavesdroppers couldn’t overhear. “I just keep thinking about what Lisa said to you, about how wrong she was. You’ve done plenty for Boreas, Obi, whether you’d like to admit it or not.”

“That is kind of you to say,” Obi sighed. He walked around you to gather some empty plates. “However, I cannot deny her claims. I should have been providing support to Boreas sooner, instead of focusing solely on the Games.”

You frowned. “One reporter doesn’t speak for Boreas, Obi, and her the least of all. Please don’t let her get in your head too much.” You said, walking up to his side. You gently put your hand on his arm. “You’re being too hard on yourself.”

Obi, nodding silently, broke contact to bring the plates into the kitchen. Now, it was your turn to sigh. You put on new gloves and rotated the food. There was the quiet hum of chatter and the sound of silverware against dishes…all until someone came into the building in a hurry.

“Well, where is he, then?”

Came an angry sounding voice from the front of the room. You raised a brow and peeked from over the counters. There was an obviously disgruntled man at the entrance. An uncomfortable murmur sounded over the room and, since Obi was in the back, you decided to approach him. You slipped your gloves off and walked up to him, forcing a small smile onto your face.

“Hi, who’re you looking—”

“Not you, piss off.” The man snapped, startling you. He got closer to you and you took a step back, unsure of what he’d do, if anything. “Where’s Seer? The one who’s dragged all of us into this mess.”

Instead of answering, Seer walked up behind you and moved in front of you, putting space between you and this angry individual.

“I am here, and please do not speak to her like that.” Seer answered in a politely firm tone. He heard the commotion from the back and, more importantly, your increased heart rate. “What seems to be the problem?”

The man scoffed. “What, did you walk here with your eyes closed? Boreas’ gone to hell, no thanks to you.” he accused. “Maybe while you were prancin’ around the Games like the show pony you are, you forgot that we’d have to deal with whatever shit you’d bring in. Just like that reporter said.”

Seer frowned. “Boreas’ current state saddens me, that much is true. However, I am here to help the people in whatever way I can, starting with—”

“With what? A cup of soup?” The man glanced around dramatically, as if trying to get support from the others, but it didn’t come. So, he angrily went on. “If you think this means anything to people you’ve left to die, then you’re better off going back to your Games.”

You couldn’t stay quiet anymore. You moved to stand beside Obi. “Boreas is his home just as much as yours. He is trying to help! Which is more than you’ve done in the thirty seconds you’ve been here.” You spat. “Obi doesn’t owe you anything, or Lisa, since you brought her up. And yet he is here doing something, helping those in need. If you can’t see that his heart’s in the right place, then maybe it’s you who’s the problem.”

The man stood there, mouth agape, not fully expecting you to step to him. You would’ve gone on if Seer didn’t stop you.

“Thank you, Sam, I believe we are done here.” Obi spoke up, putting his hand on your shoulder. He took a look at the others in the room staring at the three of you, wide-eyed. You followed Obi’s gaze and then looked back at the man.

You glared, but otherwise did your best to reel in your anger. “If you’re not here to eat, then you should go.”

With that, the man left. You exhaled deeply, not realizing that your hands were shaking. You stuffed them into your pockets and headed towards the back of the room. Obi followed close behind.

“Sorry about that,” You said over your shoulder. You turned around to face him. He didn’t need to see your hands to know that they were still shaking, and your heart was beating a mile a minute. “I just—he came in so rude, I couldn’t let him talk to you like that..”

“No, no. You do not need to apologize,” Seer answered. “I only wanted to thank you for speaking up for me. It was brave of you.”

You took one of your hands out of your pockets, dismissively waving your hand. “Ah, it was nothing. You're my best friend, Obi. Of course I’m gonna speak up for you.” You started to smile, but it quickly faded. “I just hope I didn’t make things more difficult for you.”

Seer shook his head. “You haven’t. Your response was justified. And I am grateful to have someone like you by my side. It has been a trying time as of late.”

“I can imagine,” you nodded. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood a little bit, you gently nudged his arm. “Maybe what we need after this is a quick trip to Paradise?”

You gave Obi a knowing look, which made him chuckle for the first time since you two arrived. He smiled. “I agree, that would be wonderful.”

Once you and Obi were finished for the day, the two of you rode a train from Boreas to Solace. Since evening was fast approaching, the sun chased the train and cast shadows along the windows. It would take a few hours to reach the city, so you and Obi decided to play a game that you hadn’t played in what felt like forever.

“There.” At one of the train stops, you pointed at a restaurant across the street, where someone was eating a sandwich. “See the one there, eating? Let’s draw em’, except the rule is…everyone else around them has to be super tiny.”

Seer raised a brow, then chuckled. “Sometimes I am envious of your creative mind, Sam.”

“I can’t tell if that’s supposed to be a compliment or not,” you answered, raising a brow back at him. Obi peeked up at you from the brim of his hat and smirked.

“I suppose that can be up for interpretation as well.” He chuckled again at the mock offended look you gave him, only to laugh when you lightly kicked his leg.

“Oh, you’re hilarious, Obi.” You deadpanned. “Seriously, so funny. Anyways, time’s up when we get to Solace City.”

Seer nodded. As the train pulled off, the two of you began to draw on your tablets. There was a comfortable silence as you worked on your drawings. It wasn’t until you were a few stops away from Solace City that you started talking again.

“Whaddya mean my people could be more proportionate?”

You scoffed without malice, pointing to your drawing. A part of the game included critiquing each other’s work, but it was all done in good fun. “If everyone’s supposed to be tiny except the guy eating, then my crowd’s totally proportionate!”

“Ah, but does that mean all of the small people have to be the same size?” Obi responded. He gestured to what he drew. “The people I’ve drawn are all smaller than the one eating, yet keep their individuality by being slightly taller or smaller than those around them.”

You pursed your lips and playfully huffed. “Alright, fine. I’ll give that one to you.”

The game continued even when you got to the Paradise Lounge. But instead of people, you chose your own subjects to draw. Obi was chuckling as you explained another one of your drawings.

“Listen, all I'm asking is if you’ve ever seen buns like these,” You snickered at your own joke, gesturing to what you drew. You’d drawn what you ordered to eat from the bar and was especially impressed by your shading. But the pun was there, and you couldn’t help making it.

“I have not, well done.” Obi chuckled. He took a sip of his drink and after a few more strokes along his tablet, he turned it around to show you. But, instead of a drawing, there was something about an Apex Games celebration. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“I apologize for changing the subject,” Seer began. “But I was wondering if you would like to attend this with me. I was not planning on attending, but Ramya has insisted on my presence.”

“Well yeah, I think it’d do you some good to go,” You answered, the confusion still clear in your tone. “But, that’s for the Legends. I’m not a Legend, Obi.”

Seer smiled. “In my eyes, you are. You have helped me a great deal, and I would love to introduce you to my colleagues.”

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