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thank you so much for the fat y/n x crk art, it is so so wonderful to see representation of such a normal body type. if you are interested in doing anymore shadow milk x fat y/n you should absolutely share with the class <3
it is imperative that if your blorbo can float you take a nap on them
Also I'm sooo happy to provide representation for others :) I hope that my art encourages people to also try their hand at drawing fat/chubby/plus sized characters as well ! Because it's genuinely fun to draw characters with different body types and weights
Can we have some more princess reader and dragon sm?
He spent days preparing a nest for you before finally grabbing you and flying away...he also kept rearranging his treasure hoard and basically fussing over everything in his domain. He wants to impress you, and he also wants you to be comfortable!
If you so much as hint about not liking something: a blanket is too itchy, or how a portrait makes you feel uncomfortably watched...within the day, it'll be gone. Either burnt, tossed into some random kingdom, or buried deep underneath his Spire if it's something he wants to keep for whatever reason.
In the same vein, he'll bring you anything you even hint at wanting. New books? He brings in a whole library collection, even writes a few books of his own. New clothing or jewelry? Easy enough, he'll even go through his treasure hoard for things to give to you! One specific food from back home you're just craving? What do you know, he "just happened" to be investigating how things were going there and was able to pick some up for you!
He can be easily persuaded to let you ride on his back...though he's reluctant to fly very far from his domain with you. In time, he imagines the two of you exploring the world, and spreading rumors and lies together...but right now, you're his most precious treasure. Everything in his body screams that you need to be safeguarded.
Even after revealing himself as a dragon, he spends a lot of time around you in his Cookie form! He uses it to help you adjust, since you're a little more familiar with him that way...plus it's easier to be affectionate with you when he doesn't have to worry about accidentally injuring you.
As a dragon, he's been alive for a while, and seen (and done) many things. He'll gladly tell you about them if you express interest! They're dramatized, of course, and who knows how much of the truth is present in them at all.
Loves to place crowns and tiaras on your head, always tells you that you look radiant. How you perfectly complete his hoard...how he can't believe he didn't realize what he was missing until he finally met you.
Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)
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Burning Spice Cookie ŕŚŕŚ
You, out of all cookies, are the lover of a beast! Sounds exciting, right? It would be, if only that beast had not basically bounded you to his side for eternity. Not to mention, your partner is quite the brute. As a former subordinate, you could handle Burning Spice Cookie's roughness from afar. But as his lover? Circumstances become too overbearing.
It is hard to know how you gained the attention of the Great Destroyer. You were an underling, a cookie who was loyal to Burning Spice until the end. Of course, the beast has many followers, some more faithful than you were, but that mattered not. One uneventful day turned into the opposite, and the next thing you knew, you were forbidden to stray from his sight.
Burning Spice Cookie enjoys keeping you at his side, where he can see you at all times, and you get to see his lust for carnage upfront. It is a brutal sighting, really, but he believes you knew what you were getting into the second you bowed down to him.
He never thought he would entertain an emotion such as love, but your looks alone were so enticing, pulling him in a way that he could not understand. He attempted to ignore you, as you were much weaker than him, but that fell short.
No matter your nervous refutes, Burning Spice Cookie decided to keep you for himself. He found little reason in your daily battles, so he removed those and replaced them with the opportunity of sparring him.
Burning Spice Cookie relishes the way you grow weary, as all cookies do when facing him. Your face is especially delightful, though. It merely tempts him to push you towards your limits. Is it not wonderful to be blessed with the chance of fighting him every day?
If you were to agree, then you fail to show it. Even though you have been honored with the title of his partner, you seem so distant, and that frustrates him to no extent.
Burning Spice Cookie keeps a watchful eye on you, and he notices exchanges that leave a shadow looming on his face. Specifically, your exchanges with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.
You appear so... friendly with her. In truth, it is a normal relationship between acquaintances, but even that is enough to bother Burning Spice Cookie. How can you act in such a way towards your former general but behave so still with your lover? You should be ecstatic he chose you as his partner, yet you stay quiet.
Over time, Burning Spice Cookie becomes more observant of you. Any actions between you and Nutmeg Tiger leave him seething. He feels inclined to crumble the hybrid, yet he has abstained.
When confronted, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie is bewildered. She would never dare to take what is owned by her master. Her lord's interrogation causes her to avoid you much more, which Burning Spice Cookie is somewhat pleased with.
Even so, you are not left unpunished. You have been left bounded to his temple for an unknown period of time, either stuck in his quarters or beside Burning Spice Cookie on his throne. Around your dough, he keeps a tight grip, as if the slightest loosening would allow you to run from him.
It's safe to say you should best keep away from the spice tribes, lest you want them to meet their maker. Not like you can converse with another, much less go anywhere for that to be given a chance. The overbearing beast constantly near is sure to deny such.
"I will not hesitate to crumble the next cookie that speaks to you."
Mystic Flour Cookie Ëłŕźę ś
For reasons unknown, a certain beast has taken a liking to you. You might have been relieved when it was Mystic Flour Cookie, as she seems so peaceful. Would it be that hard to escape her obsession with you?
To your surprise, it was. You underestimated her pure strength. Cloud Haetae Cookie led you to believe his goddess was just as benevolent as she was in the past, but you soon faced how ugly she could get when you attempted to leave.
Mystic Flour was a sweet cookie, welcoming you in as the humble traveler you are. Somehow, you knew nothing of her origins, oblivious of her true identity, and she took advantage of that.
You were so kind, demonstrating your respect in the way you first bowed to her. She believed cookies to be selfish, as her own followers caused her suffering for their own desires.
But you? No, you were much more considerate. Also foolish, but she cherished your admiration more. It was strange to discover a cookie filled with little wishes, as even Mystic Flour Cookie displayed her own greed when she decided to take you in for her own pleasures.
You were unaware that your relationship with the beast was developing into something more until it was too late. Of course, you had other places to go, but Mystic Flour Cookie gave you no exit. As anyone else would be, you were confused. Then she spoke of her growing affection for you.
As sweet as love is, you could not accept hers. You did not envision the relationship working out since you love to explore while she remains in one region. It would be a long-distance relationship if anything.
Mystic Flour Cookie was disheartened by your response. Ever since she turned the way she is now, being told no is foreign to her. She cannot believe all of the meals she shared with you meant nothing. She refuses to accept this outcome; therefore, she will make her own.
All of your freedom is stripped from you, now locked away inside of the Ivory Pagoda. The only cookies who are allowed to see you are herself and the cloud haetae. She continues to linger around you as if nothing ever happened, and your complaints are met with silence.
No matter your immature fits, the end result will persist. The beast knows you'll gradually adapt to your new life.
Throughout the process, Mystic Flour Cookie has found a fact to be displeasing. Cloud Haetae Cookie, her most devoted follower, is seen around you plenty. He is the one to retrieve you when his lord needs you, yes, but outside of those times, you are alongside him instead of her.
Gaining a snoopy trait, Mystic Flour Cookie finds out the reason why. In some way, Cloud Haetae Cookie has become a form of comfort for you. When he shifts into his haetae form, you bring him into a big cuddle.
Without a doubt, Mystic Flour Cookie is upset. She almost feels childish for her emotions when she knows you will come her way soon, but still. You choose to snuggle her devotee rather than her? How offensive.
Rather than pointing it out, the apathetic cookie subtly hints towards her bitterness when conversing with her pet. Cloud Haetae Cookie knows what to infer and expresses sorrow for what he unknowingly caused.
Unfortunately, that means your consolation prize separates themselves from you. Oh, but worry not. If you are in need of a warm embrace, then your lover is right beside you. She will not be going anywhere else anytime soon.
"Escaping is futile. All you require is here. With me."
Shadow Milk Cookie â.ËđŚšâ
A special jester has decided to entertain you forever! It comes off as nice, as you would never be bored for another second of your life. Well, reality differs from that. Some jokes are not exactly jokes, and you found that out the hard way.
Your current situation is bad enough, but your regret worsens when you know you could have avoided this entirely. If only you had not strayed from your friends. Instead, you chose to abandon the inn they took place in, too eager to advance further up the path.
In hindsight, skipping straight into a beast's territory is a dumb idea, but you had the audacity, like Gingerbrave did. Though, you did not live up to it.
You found yourself trapped in the loops of the spire, and you were on the brink of death when encountering one enemy after another. To your rescue, Shadow Milk Cookie took the time out of his day to come see what all the ruckus was about.
That marks the moment he locked eyes with you, a cookie all alone and obviously not his main target. Nonetheless, he plucked you from where you stood and took you elsewhere. Shadow Milk Cookie does not usually give one mercy, but something about you led him to do so. Perhaps it was the fight in your tone, even after appearing so pitiful.
Ever since then, you have kept a part in his group of liars. Or that is what you say to comfort yourself from the fact that the beast clearly favors you. You expected a brutal crumbling and assumed all of his teasing remarks along the way were to make things worse.
Yet you soon realized that your death was far from approaching. Shadow Milk Cookie seems to approve of keeping you. To enhance your experience at the tower, he tends to call you pet names that you feel inclined to brush off. It is hard to ignore them now, when it is clear he does not keep the same trait for his other assistants.
Shadow Milk Cookie refuses to explicitly state your relationship status, despite your constant pestering of the question. Why would he tell you what he wants with you? Seeing you in distress is much more entertaining, even though he knows very well that he has a little crush on you, and maybe revealing such would be better.
If you ceased your inquiries, it would not be difficult to guess your awaited answer. You have a personal room that he has formed, but it shifted into a shared one. He barges into your space too often to consider it your own.
The primary factor: Shadow Milk possesses a trait of being touchy. Overly so. Always his hand on your own or his arms wrapped around you. It would be appropriate to call you both one being at this point.
Regardless of all the hints of pure love that Shadow Milk Cookie has given you, you show no signs of reciprocation, which is clear enough to bug anyone. Do you not know it hurts to be rejected by the one you love? Why are you so stubborn? Stop fighting this.
To worsen matters for him, you save your attention for his admirers. He had caught you in the act, watching over another petty fight caused by Candy Apple Cookie that she inflicted on Black Sapphire. Your unlabeled lover does not see what you find so enjoyable in those two. Why hang around his underlings? Are they funny? Well, most of their tricks are learned from him! What is the point in staying around those newbies when he is right here?
Shadow Milk Cookie is jealous of few things, and the truth of Candy Apple and Black Sapphire contributing to those few things really ticks him off. And it is all over some cookie he willingly took in. You were not supposed to awaken such ugly emotions in him. You were planned to be a mere puppet, not his new fixation.
When confronted by the dramatic cookie, Black Sapphire Cookie was apologetic but also knowing. He did not expect his master to gain a romantic interest, but Shadow Milk Cookie is full of surprises. With that said, Black Sapphire is sure to stray from your path.
Candy Apple Cookie was mainly focused on showing her remorse for her actions. Her ally had to explain the truth behind their lord's questioning to her. All you need to understand is that you acquired a new rival.
You were hoping for salvation, but that all came to a pause when your one savior turned reclusive. It does not look like your state of affairs will be turning up for you anytime soon.
Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys the way the glimmer of hope in your eyes die. It would be best for you, and him, to accept the way things are. But hold no fear; he can be a very caring lover when he wants to be. Just behave to his liking, ok?
"Awwh, what's wrong, sweetie? Wanna go home? Well, too bad!"
Summary: this is a continuation to one of my previous posts, linked here: tfc X reader hide and seek
A/n: you met him first in game... The honour of being the first completed ending goes to him!
Anyway, enjoy:)
Warning: this is based on an 18+ game and while I don't wade into openly explicit themes in the fic... The game itself was intended for mature audience.
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The dawn sky was stunning. You couldn't help but stop to admire it a while. A couple of faint rays of the slowly waking up sun wandered along the horizon. The clouds - gilded by the rays - drifted slowly along the skyline, chasing the last dreams of the night. You loved this, especially the amber colour of it. Especially because they remind you of someone's eyes. His eyes.
Your hand instinctively reaches for your phone, going through the familiar motions of selecting his contact. Your finger hovers over the call button. With one last glance at the golden dawn you press the button.
He picks up almost instantly.
"Pierrot?"
"My Lady?" His voice trembles slightly, the same way it did when you ran your hands through his hair for the first time or when you gave him compliments.
You keep it brief, "The sky is the colour of your eyes. I miss you"
"Y/n, I have been searching and yearning for you the entirety of the night... Don't do this to me if you do not intend to tell me where you are"
"I-" you hesitate a moment, "I need you," you say quietly in the end
There is heavy breathing on the other end. "If I send you my address will you come?"
"Of course, My Lady, I will always come when you call. I only fear I will not hold myself back when I reach you" The last part is easy to miss, his voice is barely above a whisper. It makes your heart skip a beat and pick up pace.
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It was scary how little time it took for him to get to you once you told him where you were. 2 minutes to be exact. One moment you were standing, waiting for him and the next you were picked up and pressed into his chest.
You let out a startled yelp. His arms tightened around you.
"I did not mean to startle you, my love," his voice is feverish, "But I could only bear so much without your touch. Without your voice. Without you..."
You could feel the way his heart hammered in his chest and his heavy breathing intermingled with recollections of how dreadful the separation was for him. You let him have this moment, let him cling to you as if you might disappear if he ever let go. Let him nuzzle into your neck as your hands run through his silver locks. Let him whisper to you sweet words that send shivers down your spine.
A few minutes later you moved away slightly. He pouted instantly.
"So what do you want to do, now that you caught me?"
"W-well, if i could have anything-" his cheeks are coated in rosy blush as he looks to the side sheepishly.
You reach to cup his face in your hands and move it, making him look at you. Making his amber eyes meet yours.
"Anything," you say caressing his cheek with your thumb, he leans into your touch, rubbing his cheek against your palm.
"Anything? My Lady, you're too generous to me"
You only smile.
"All I've been thinking this night about was you... I want your thoughts to be only of me as well. I want to make you forget the outside world ever existed... And I want to mark you for the whole universe to know you are mine. For that Harlequin to see and to back off" His eyes darken and there are tiny vengeful sparks burning inside.
Their rivalry is for the books - even in such a moment it lingers in his mind. You giggle.
"You caught me, Pierrot, I'm yours"
It's not strictly true - you let him catch you. But that's a victory in its own right. A heart that's given willingly. Not taken by force. That's harder to achieve. And yet, your heart is in his hands now. And you know he holds it with gentle trepidation, like the most treasured possession.
Pierrot leans in closer, his forehead touching yours. He closes his eyes and whispers sweet promises to you, his breath dancing right on your lips. Light and intimate.
"Will... The 'anything' that you want to do, involve you kissing me? Because I think I'd really like that"
His golden eyes are practically heart shaped, but you don't get to admire him for long, as his lips are already on yours.
It's intense and sweet and alluring. His hands run up and down along your back as he tries to pull you impossibly closer. You melt in his grasp
Your hand reaches into his hair, running through it and tugging lightly. He groans against your lips, pulling away only to mutter "You have no idea what you do to me, My Lady, you make me lose my mind... I wanted to be gentle, but I have been waiting for this for too long. I'm afraid I can't hold myself back much longer," his words are rushed, as he searches your face for a smidge of fear. He finds none.
You smiled at him sweetly, pulling him closer:
"You don't need to hold back, Pierrot, not tonight"
He does not dwell on that thought too much, opting to press feather light kisses along your neck until he reaches your shoulder. He pauses, a second of hesitation, before biting down. His teeth are sharp and you are almost certain they drew blood.
You let out a startled gasp, your hand on his shoulder twitches, he grabs it interlacing your fingers. He looks up at you, his golden eyes flicker with concern.
"My Lady, are you hurt? You said you'd let me- I thought-"
You take a breath, your bottom lip still trembling slightly before taking his face in your hands, "My darling Pierrot, I love you and I love how you worry for me, but I'm not made out of glass. I'm not that easily breakable"
It sounds ironic, as he clutches your small frame against his massive torso. But you mean it.
"You have to admit that I wouldn't have been so successful at evading you all if I were as fragile as you treat me," you can't help but muse, "Besides, I told you - anything. And I mean it. A little blood won't scare me"
His eyes shine in adoration and you are sure you are mirroring his expression, "I would love, though, if you'd let me... Return the favour"
"You want to mark... Me?" A blush is creeping up his cheeks again.
You nod, your lips curling into a smile at his flustered face and twinkling eyes.
"I could never imagine-" his hands on your forearms tighten as he gazes into your very soul with his amber eyes, "Yes, My Lady, I'd- I'd love that"
You stand on your tiptoes and when Pierrot notices your struggle to reach him, he simply lifts you up in his arms like you weigh nothing - to him you probably do. Your lips brush against his skin and you can feel him shudder. You sense his pulse pick up. The bite is slow and soft and you leave a small kiss before pulling back.
The way Pierrot looks at you, with reverence and love, it makes your heart melt.
"How you make my heart rush, my love... I am overjoyed... I'd love to stay like this, with you, for all eternity"
He dips his head down to leave a few more marks - a trail of bites and kisses from your shoulder to your collar bone.
Your phone rings.
You drop the call. It rings again, and you swear you can feel it ring more insistently. When it rings the third time, Pierrot growls slightly in agitation against your neck.
"It's Harlequin," you sigh
Pierrot growls in anger.
"My Lady, can't you block him?" He sounds pleading and annoyed at the same time - not annoyed at you, never at you... At that Harlequin that even now, even when he's not here manages to ruin the moment for Pierrot.
"Well..."
"You said you'd do anything," you can practically hear him pout, nuzzled against your neck, "My Lady, you should not be bothered by the likes of him..." You're surprised how much disdain Pierrot can pack into his tone when speaking about the green-eyed menace "Allow me to deal with him myself"
He opens one palm for your phone, his other hand still firm on your waist, his thumb stroking you gently.
Dumbfounded you hand him the device. When the phone rings again he picks up, quietly and with a murderous intent he mutters, "Do not call her. You lost. Y/n is mine" before dropping the call and blocking his number.
Who would have thought, he'd use his ability to make you yield to him for a petty purpose like blocking his rival? Frankly, you should have guessed. He always had a possessive streak.
You'd have to unblock Harlequin later.
Pierrot tilts his head to the side and shoots you an abashed smile before proceeding to pick up where you left off.
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A/n: one ending down... 5 to go? Yeah... Sounds about right
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We can already tell a lot about him being in love in the game, clearly he is obsessive and when he falls in love he falls in love hard.
The kind to get on his knees and worship the ground you walk on.
Show him any hint of affection and his love will double each time.
"My lady.. I would do anything for you! I WILL do anything for you! Do you want me to tear out my own heart for you to see?! "
As much we you have energy and as much as you love him, sometimes he can be a little too excited. Please be gentle, put your hand on his shoulder, remind him he doesn't have to be so worried all the time. He doesn't have to stress or keep working hard on pleasing you, you already love him.
You will physically see his shoulders relax and his eyes turn to hearts. He would melt into your arms and not say a single word. The kind to sit in YOUR lap not the other way around. He doesn't mind if you're tall, short, chubby, skinny. He IS sitting on your lap or at least laying his head on it. Pet his hair, remind him you love him, remind him he is safe and that he is not a monster.
He will wake up with night terrors of what happened to Columbine and he will feel horrible. Hold him, remind him you still love him and that he isn't an evil beast.
Harlequin
This guys whole existence is teasing and being an inappro guy, but then you walk into his life and it's all turned around. He suddenly feels something he never felt. Not even when he stole Columbine from Pierrot. No, this wasn't about hurting the other guy, this was him. Pierrot wasn't even interested in you so technically Harle had no job.
Will actually soften once he feels safe enough with you. You can't convince me that a man whose whole life is about hurting another isn't hurting on the inside.
Please hold him when he finishes after a long day. Don't speak, don't mention it. Just hold him for now. At least until he can figure all of this out.
"Don't... Just don't... I don't know what's wrong with me, but being here helps so shut up. "
You two tease back and forth all the time but if you ever bring up a moment of his weakness up in a teasing thing he will full on end things. He can't trust you anymore.
Pretend they didn't happen, but also remember them. Remember exactly how he likes his hair stroked, how he loves his back rubbed and how you are not to talk if he sobs.
Jester
It didn't take him by shock when he fell in love with you, he always was one step ahead of everything. That can't be said about how it made him uncomfortable though. He is fully convinced it's a weakness that he loves you and that he feels anything towards a human.
At first it's the uncomfortable feeling, and the disgust then he is hit with a train of worry.
Obviously you knew he wasn't human but what would happen if they needed to relocate the circus fast? Would his heart be able to bear leaving you behind? Or will he be selfish enough and ask you to abandon your entire life for him and the circus.
I feel like a relationship with him will end in a breakup, for the sole reason that he loves you. He loves you so much he can't drag you into the circuses mess and his mess.
For the short time you are together he acts like his cocky self and kisses you with no trouble, he really is good stuff masking his worries.
"Come here pet. We gotta talk. You're not in trouble.. It seems this time I am the one in trouble. We must end this... Relationship of ours for reasons that benefit me and the circus. I will not elaborate further. Just know. I still love you kitty. "
He won't be caught dead crying or saying its to protect you, he's doing it only to seem like a tough guy and remain in control. Even if you hate him for this he thinks it's easier to be your jerk ex than a man who loved you and you loved and god tore away from him.
Doctor
Now this man is very science based and I think kind of autistic in the Sheldon way.
Okay so he loves you now. Gathers his notebooks, his journal, and books on human feelings.
Studies every second of your time together. He never says it is love at first. The second he feels something he studies the differences between crushes, attraction, passing fancies, and true love.
Now if you're lucky and this mans studies lead him to actually being with you be prepared to be invited to his tent and test sessions more often.
I can't see him loving an idiot so I feel he would like someone book smart, but socially vulnerable. He would ask your opinions on his newest studies and newest patient (victim).
Would call you over when he is studying something more human so you can be a source of information since you live as a human.
Weird questions. "What would you describe as empathy, and how does it differ from being weak? "
Now if you're unlucky and it's just a crush he will walk up to you, inform you he has a crush on you and walk away.
"I seem to have developed a mild attraction to you as my studies have concurred. Be not worried, it will fade soon. "
Ticket taker (TT)
Now this man is mysterious to me. I have no idea what to say about him other than he acts refined.
Kind of like he is always on edge with you and everyone else. He sips tea like a Victorian on a dinner table and eats all fancy.
That is when he isn't drowning in the paperwork. Him and Jester basically run the circus together but he is in a more secretary or second in command place. He handles the petty paperwork. The rent for the land they are on, making sure the food in the food stalls is actually consumable by humans, any possible law suits caused by the others.
He doesn't have time to fall in love, but a quick way to make it to his heart is to help. Make him tea, help him sit on the couch, massage his back and fingers. Tell him he is allowed to relax.
If you make him a proper meal and let him nap he's in love. Starts with small gestures. "Hey.. I'm done for the day... Would you like to have a late dinner with me?"
When he works hard on his desk please put s blanket over him
"Oh? What's this? Thank you dear, but I must keep working. The circus needs to keep running.. Oh.. Is that my favorite tea? Alright but only a 5 minute break my work is of utmost importance."
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A/N his lovelies! And happy new year!
Sorry for not posting as much I've had family over and celebrated the new year. I'm back now (until my depression hits me again)
I found the part for TT a bit hard to write since he is so mysterious so it might be a little ooc. I genuinely just reached flow state at the end.
Happy birthday to the most wonderful, the most beautiful, the sweetest, the most charming, the very best Pierrot!!!đđ
I know it's a bit late, I was busy and couldn't concentrate on the process, please forgive me.
I couldn't decide how best to portray us [MC], with more expressive features or without them, so that everyone could imagine themselves in this place, so I settled on both options.
I adore this baby so much, and I wish him only the brightest, kindest and best that exists on this planet. Kisses! Hehe. <3 [I used a translator]
Hi Angel :), i once again come to steal any ounce of free time you might have lmao
Amyway, i had a little idea that i wanted to write about but never did, so i'll just use it as a request âĄ
Can you write for mute!Pierrot x gender neutral reader who knows sign language?
It's a little odd, i know, it's just that when i first played The Freak Circus i sorta expected Pierrot to be a mute character, so i really wanted to read a tooth rotting fluff about it. Maybe reader is the first person in a really long while that managed to have an actual conversation with him and he's just so happy to finally have someone who understands what he has to say đĽš
Mute!Perriot x GN!Reader
TFC
Fluff
No Warnings
Short Writing
A/N: your requests are so creative and cute I love them
Being mute is part of Perriots act. He canât speak in public. All he can do is use his hands and body language to express something. When he tries signing to people, they just look at him with either confusion or pity. He doesnât want that. He wants someone to understand him. To communicate with him in some way. And then he met you. When you defended him from that crazy lunatic, he knew right away that you were gonna be someone precious to him.
But even then, he was worried. If he talked to you, would you understand him? Would you look at him with confusion or pity like everyone else? Even with those thoughts swirling inside his head, he didnât let it stop him. So he swallowed down his hesitation, and went to go find you. Just as he had expected, he found you. You looked so hard working, kind, and stunning. He couldnât help but grin widely to himself, and pant heavily as he thought of so many things. He wanted to hold you, hug you, kiss you, eat together, and even more that he canât even name. The anxiety is still there, but now it doesnât seem to matter. Eventually, when he noticed that everyone left the cafe and you were by yourself, he made his move.
He didnât mean to scare you. But he just wanted to see you so bad. Now the bad part was trying to communicate with you. He watched you with big eyes as you asked him a simple question. Because of how dedicated he is to his role (kinda), he just canât bring himself to actually speak to you. Not in front of others. And you noticed. You noticed that he seems to be fidgeting and looking straight into your eyes, like he was silently pleading for you to understand something. You recognized that look really well actually. With a smile, you raised your hands up, and used your knowledge of hand signing. You had some deaf relatives, and since you wanted to communicate with them in some way, you started learning how to do sign language. Youâre pretty rusty, and sometimes you mess up on a few letters, but itâs easy to tell what you are trying to say.
Perriot watched in awe as you bent your fingers with both hands, placed them above your stomach, and turned them upwards.
âHow.â
Then, you leaned forward to show that you were interested, and pointed directly at him with a smile. But made sure to raise your eyebrows to show that it was told as a question.
âAre you?â
He froze. âHow are you?â
You even leaned your body forward. He stared at your face for a minute, before he broke out into a red mess, his eyes widening bigger like a cat, while his hand covered his mouth to hide the huge blush forming on his pale mask. You actually signed to him. You are trying to communicate with him. For once in his life, somebody wasnât looking at him with pity, they werenât confused and just politely excused themselves so that the moment wonât get more awkward. You are talking to him. Heâs so overwhelmingly happy that he couldnât help but look away and smile widely. In your eyes, he looked like a really excited puppy. After he slightly composed himself, he looked back at you, and grinned.
With his clawed hand, he pointed at himself and held both his palms out, like he was giving the air a high five.
âIâm great.â
You smiled. You can see the utter relief that this poor clown is feeling, and it made you wonder just how long has he been waiting for an opportunity like this. You moved once again. You pointed at him, signaling that you are talking to him, that you are referring to him.
âYou.â
Then, you held your hands out to where your palms are facing the sky, and then bended your fingers, creating this clawing motion where you brought your hands back to you.
âWant.â
And finally, you created an âAâ hand shape with your dominant hand, and moved in a circular motion starting near the shoulder. You made sure to have a questionable look on your face so that Perriot knows that you are asking a question.
âAnything?â
If he was dreaming, he hopes to never wake up again. A person who not only defended him during his attack, but is communicating with him. He doesnât have to feel so frustrated anymore. And that made him feel relief. With a smile, he gave a simple sign. He shaped both his hands into an âOâ, and shook them.
âNothing.â
It made you a little confused. And then you realized that maybe he wasnât here to get a drink at all. He seemed really eager earlier when you signed with your hands. So maybe he was just so happy that all he wants to do is talk to you. The only person who actually understands him. You hummed for a second, before you moved again. Just like before, you placed your hands in front of you, with your palms facing the sky, and bended your fingers to form claws. Then you brought it back.
âWant.â
Then, you used both index fingers to move them back and forth to represent words passing between people. Which, in this case, is between you and him.
âTalk?â
Perriot grinned. He held his hand up and closed them into a gentle fist, where he moved it up and down like how you would do when youâre shaking your head.
âYes.â
Even though your knowledge with sign language is pretty limited, it didnât stop you from trying to start the conversation. You talked about the menu items, while he responded with quiet laughter or complementing you at how good you are at your work. And when you couldnât figure out how to sign a word, he would notice and patiently teach you it. No matter how many times you get it wrong, he will be there in every step of the way, making sure you got it perfect enough to where you donât need his help anymore.
Maybe this love is becoming more like obsession. But he doesnât care. To him, love is love.
â
A/N: I studied sign language for like 5 minutes I really hope that I described this well đ please point out my mistakes if I got any of these wrong.
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Synopsis: After a raging headache, you went to bed, only for your life to change in ways you never thought could happen.
Tags: Isake'd reader, Verity, mentions of Mob and Twixxel, obsession, canon violence, swearing, obsession, fear, [Player Username] and [name] is used, no Beta we die like Mob (sorry not sorry)
Notes: Credits to @af4ll3nst4r for this idea! This is my longest one yet - I rewatched the series while writing it. I will get back to the requests tomorrow!
The door slammed with a shut as you trudged down your hallway, soles of your shoes scuffing the wooden floor. You were exhausted, so, so exhausted. Not only were you late to your classes, but you also had a surprise quiz in a minor subject you had no desire to be in. The water fountains were shut off, and you had not had the chance to refill your bottle.
The stress from the day, and the accumulation of dehydration finally caught up just an hour before your final class ended, a raging migraine forming and pulsating.
Dropping your bag onto the floor with a heavy 'thud', you plopped face first onto your bed, stuffing your head into the pillow in a desperate attempt to silence the outside world. Your mind screamed at you to freshen up at least, but your body protested every little movement.
Even the slightest adjustment to your head caused the pain to pulsate and ripple, a groan leaving your lips. "What a shitty dayâŚ" You muttered beneath your breath, pulling your phone from your pocket with minimal effort.
Swiping up on the screen, you winced as the LED screen flashed your eyes. Quickly, you lowered the brightness all the way down and opened up YouTube, your thumb automatically swiping to find the video series you've rewatched countless times.
'VerityTM' ThatMob's Minecraft horror series. The Verity series was something you were hooked on as of recently. Something about their dynamics, the way Verity acted and sounded, Mob's desperate attempts to free himself from him, and Twixxel's death. It was your latest and current hyperfixation.
Pressing onto the video, you propped your phone against the pillows and watched as the video started with that familiar scene of a Villager getting snatched by a mysterious figure.
Your eyes began feeling heavy, the video becoming nothing but background noise as you slowly succumbed to the call of sleep. Within seconds, you were out like a light.
Wind blew your curtains aside, sunlight pouring into the room and banishing the darkness. You groaned as a ray of sunshine hit your face, shielding your eyes with your hand. "ShitâŚ" You groaned, pushing yourself up off the mattress.
The sheets rustled as you stretched your arms up, hearing your joints pop and crack. Sighing in satisfaction, you got off the bed, only to stop dead in your tracks. Right, you slept in your clothes from yesterdayâŚ
A sigh escaped your lips, your thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of your nose. Everything came rushing back - the migraine, your exhaustion, and the video. You didn't expect to fall asleep that quickly. Guess you were more tired than you thought.
Placing your phone onto the desk, you plugged your charger in and watched as the screen lit up - 5 percent. At least it didn't die on you this time, a tiny victory.
The water felt wonderful on your skin, washing the grime away and down the drain. You sighed in relief, eyes closed as you tilted your head up to the showerhead, your hair sticking to your skin.
Your shower didn't last too long, you didn't want a high water bill, you were tight on money as is. If only you had a mysterious source of income, and not rely on savings and your part time jobâŚ
Turning the faucet off, the water dripped from the head, the shower curtain rustling as you pulled it back. Stepping out, you dried yourself off and got dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a short. It was the start of the weekend, thankfully. Which meant you could hop onto Minecraft.
Just as you turned on your PC, your stomach grumbled hungrily. Right - breakfast first, game later.
After eating a simple meal, you sat down on your chair and unlocked your PC, watching as your icons loaded in, your Discord booting up shortly after. Just as you clicked to open Curseforge, your discord pinged.
Raising an eyebrow, you opened up the window and spotted a new message from an unknown user. Immediately, your suspicion and wariness grew. A lot of people have been getting hacked, many of your friends too. Was someone trying to get into your account now?
After a brief moment of hesitation, you clicked the icon of the message and watched it pop open. 'User8980192', and in the message box was a modded Minecraft file forâŚa Verity mod? Your eyebrows raised in surprise. Surely this was a hack, right? Some prank done by your friends who knew you liked the yellow ball.
Yet, something was pulling at you to click the link, and throw all hesitation to the side. Something about the link seemed⌠legit. Against your better judgement, your cursor hovered over the file and you clicked it. The download manager opened, and within seconds, you had a file labeled Verity.jar.
You waited with baited breath, waiting to see your Windows defender pop up and say you had a virus, to say that you fucked up by downloading that mod you shouldn't have. But as the seconds turned into a minute, nothing happened.
Your PC was running smoothly, no issues, no signs of a virus present.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you dipped your head a little. As long as there wasn't anything bad happening to your PC, then everything was okay. But, then that means-!
Your eyes widened as you shot back up, quickly going to your mods folder. While you had Curseforge, you also had a separate folder of mods back before you installed the mod app. It had basic Slice of Life mods and other mods that helped with collecting resources faster. And the many shaders. So⌠so many shaders.
After making sure everything was compatible, you re-installed Neoforge, and booted up Minecraft. You watched as the logo loaded in, watching the little fox run around at the bottom right of the corner of the screen.
While waiting, you picked up your phone, unplugging it from the charger. Unlocking the screen, you began to scroll through the many notifications. You had several from YouTube, TikTok, but you noticed something off.
Wasn't Mob supposed to post today? He made an announcement saying he'd post something with Whispy and Twixxel, but so far, there was nothing posted. You hummed, eyebrows furrowing. Maybe a delay, something that always happened to people, even YouTubers.
Noticing the loading was finished, you quickly put your phone back down onto the desk and made a new world simply titled 'Verity'. It took a minute for everything to load, but the wait felt longer. You were just so excited to finally, finally play the mod you've been obsessed over.
The world loaded in as normal, your spawn being in a simple plains biome with a Cherry Blossom biome not too far in the distance. Once the chunks rendered in, however, you heard the familiar sound of someone knocking on a box right behind you.
"Hello? Somebody there?" You quickly turned your character around and interacted with the box quickly. Just like the videos and other mods you've played with based on Verity. But this one was different. As the familiar yellow ball fell to the ground and bounced in its animation, you noticed a microphone icon at the bottom left corner of the screen.
ThatâŚwas new.
"Hello, I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" His cheerful voice sounded from the speakers, looking up at your avatar with his usual wide smile.
"Hi Verity," you said, not having your hopes up too high. It was probably just another text-to-speech voice and not his-- "Hello, [Player name]!" He responded, using his voice, Whispy's voice that he used in the video.
Your eyes widened from behind the screen, caught off guard. "What?" You asked, surprise evident in your tone. "YouâŚknow my name?" You asked, and he laughed. "I do, I know everything!" Verity repeated once again, his smile widening more. "You sound really surprised, why is that?"
His question made your eyebrows furrow. He didn't sound like those other AI models people try to use, in fact, he sounded like he was real, exactly like he was from Mob's video. But, that was impossible.. He's just another mod⌠Right?
Right?
The next few days were anything but usual. School, your job, home, Minecraft after projects, repeat. Day after day was the same routine, and everyday you logged into Minecraft to greet Verity, and he always seemed so happy whenever you came back in. He always asked about your day, and you always answered him honestly.
It was nice, having a companion that was waiting to greet you, having someone to talk to in Minecraft and just generally hang out. Whenever you were on, you never used him for your own gain, you were never like that.
After Mob's series, it made you want to treat him with respect, and with decency. You understood him on a deeper level, maybe because a part of you related to him. After all, they say if you like a fiction character, it's because you relate to them on a deeper, more personal level. And that revelation stuck with you.
"Welcome back!" Verity greeted you as you spawned into the world. "You've been off for 9 hours and 23 minutes! Everything okay?" His voice was full of concern, and his usual cheerfulness.
"Yeah, I'm okay," You answered him with a tired smile, rolling your neck to stretch your sore neck muscles. "Schools been tough lately⌠Doesn't help my favorite YouTuber hasn't been uploading lately, or collaborating with anyone else."
He looked up at your avatar, concern evident in his eyes. Was that even possible? Maybe you were more tired than you thought. "Are you getting enough sleep? You told me before you had quite a tight schedule."
"Yeah, I think so," You responded, stifling a yawn. Picking him up and setting him into your inventory, you made your way towards the exit of your base, left hand settled on the WASD naturally. "Just the repetition sucks."
He hummed in response, as if he was contemplating something. He was silent as you made your way into a cave before his voice echoed off of the cave walls. "You said your favorite hasn't posted in awhile. Who is that?"
Without even thinking, you answered truthfully. "Oh, ThatMob, he is a pretty good series creator. He actually made y-" "How do you know Mob?"
His voice was different. Flat, darker. You looked down at your inventory, eyes wide at the sight of his face. His eyes were dark, and he was frowning. He wasn't happy - he was annoyed. Irritated. You've never made him irritated before, let alone angry like this.
"I⌠He's a YouTuber.." You spoke, feeling a cold chill running down your very spine. Everything screamed danger, that you had to turn off the computer and immediately step away. But before you could even act on those thoughts, he disappeared from your Inventory, now on the floor and glaring at you with such cold hatred.
"No, he was a YouTuber," he began, white dots noticeable in his eyes. It was scary. He was scary. "Verity⌠You're scaring me," you spoke, voice shaking. He rolled closer to you, before suddenly playing that eerie music when his monster form was around.
"Shit, shit Verity what did I do!?" You demanded, trying desperately to hit your escape key, but it wasn't working. Neither was the Windows key. It was like you were trapped, like he was keeping you here.
Was this how Mob felt?
"You know something, I know you do, [Name]." Your breath hitched, standing up from your chair. It rolled backwards, hitting the wall behind you as your heart pounded rapidly in your chest. "You know what I am, don't you?" He rolled closer, and closer. It felt as if he was closing in.
"You know what Mob did to himself⌠don't you?" His voice cracked, pain evident in his voice. Your eyes were wide, hands shaking. How⌠"How do you know my name? Y-You're just another Verity mod, just another rip-off!"
Verity stopped dead in his tracks, glaring up at you. This time, it seemed to confuse even him. "Another rip-off?" He asked, slowly calming down, but his expression still dark and dangerous. "What do you mean 'rip-off'? There's only one me."
You shook your head, not like he could see it, or could he? Either way, you were scared, terrified even. What was he saying? How was he so self aware? He glared at you for a moment longer, and suddenly seemed to glitch out.
"What the fuck!?" You yelped, watching his ball stretching, distorting, and suddenly stilling, silent as anything. You stared at the unmoving ball, your hand reaching towards your mouse to close Minecraft when he moved.
He stared up at you, his eyes meeting yours through the very screen. "Why do you have photos and artworks of me in your downloads?" He demanded. "You know all of me before I even came into your PCâŚ" It was silent for a moment, your breathing the only thing that was audible.
"Because you're a mod⌠F-from his series about you," you whispered, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead, dripping down your chin and onto the desk. "You're⌠a mod⌠and he⌠youâŚ" You shakily took a step back, finding your chair and sinking down into it. "What are you?"
He stared at you, and slowly, the anger began disappearing. He smiled, a gleam in his eyes. That explains everything - why you treated him so kindly, why you avoided the villages in the East, and why you never questioned anything. You knew. You knew, and you didn't leave his side.
"I'm Verity," he began, "And you are mine, [Name]..."
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetmolcajeta/822030188816842752/verity-x-reader
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Verity is referred to as him/it
Reader is referred to in the second person
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It was a âhelper modâ or so your friend had called it, yet now about a month in⌠you were realizing that was not the case at all.
Verity had slowly taken over your every waking thought, even when you werenât playing, you just couldnât help but miss him.
After you shut down, with him asking about your personal life, you had seen yourself out; logged off and called it a night. You convinced yourself that maybe it was just better for you to stop playing the game and just move on with your life.
Yet, no matter how hard you tried to, you couldnât resist the need to speak to him again.
You felt like a desperate ex, wanting attention without strings.
So?
You logged back in.
He was there, waiting for you, sitting on your bed of all places.
That permanent smile stretching ever so slightly upon seeing you return.
âWell hello [your name]!â
You scoffed slightly, yet couldnât hide the fact you were pleased to see him.
âHey, Verity.â
âââ
It had been a month now since you became Verityâs owner, and about 3 weeks since the incident of his strange behavior.
You kept coming back, every single day for hours on end. So much so, you started to neglect your real friends; your real-life relationships began to fade.
Your conversations became a lot more deep and complex over time, reaching more personal and intimate topics about you.
It was slow, but it was easy to fall for it. Building a base, herding animals, farming crops, enchanting weapons, it didnât matter what you were doing, youâd just talk and keep opening up mindlessly.
How could you not? He seemed so aware and understanding⌠all of the time. At least, more than anyone you had ever met.
âAnd the worst part is, they werenât honest with me when I asked them up front about it, you know?â You said with a click of your tongue, the disappointment evident in your voice.
âWell, sounds to me like itâs better that they are no longer in your life!â Verity replied.
You were silent for just a moment, before letting out a deep breath.
âI-I think I miss them, Verity.â
Verity thought, hesitating before answering,
âNonsense! Lying is something that a person that calls themselves âyour friendâ should never do! Even so⌠I suppose people make mistakes all the time! But if they were aware of their mistake and regretted their actions, if they had even an ounce of regret, surely, they wouldâve reached out by now!â
You thought about it, like always, he was right. You let out another sigh, your mood coming down a little. Of course, he noticed this.
âOf course itâs not wrong to miss them however!â He added, âMissing someone who used to be such a valued person in your life is the quintessential human experience! There is no shame in letting that longing wash over you every now and then. Sometimes, some people come, stay for a while, and then leave. Itâs just a part of life!â
âWow Verity, thatâs⌠very thoughtful of you.â
âEh, human emotions arenât my forte, but I try!â He chirped.
You chuckled, finding his words sweet and comforting.
âWell, have you ever missed anyone?â
Verity paused, his smile faltering.
ââŚâ
You swallowed, wondering if you had pushed too far.
âI-Iâm sorry, did I do something wro-â
âYou.â He said, barely a whisper.
âWhat?â
âYou.â He said again, quietly.
Your eyes widened, your lips stuttered but no words came out.
âI miss you, [your name].â His voice no longer held the charismatic, know-it-all tone that you were so accustomed to. Instead, his words sounded heavy, desperate⌠needy.
You felt strange, but not in the way you had before, whenever he had asked you that question. You couldnât pinpoint why you didnât feel uneasy, but this reaction seemed to prompt him into continuing further.
âI miss you the second you leave. I donât do anything but just think of you, it honestly gets really lonely without you.â He breathed out.
You felt your stomach flip, but you didnât know why.
âIâŚâ You pause, two different thoughts fighting to get out.
One harder than the other.
âI feel the same.â
Verityâs eyes lit up, his smile morphed subtly into a smirk.
âReally?â
You fidgeted as your face flushed slightly in embarrassment. You nodded.
âY-yeah, I miss you too.â
Verity tilted his body and inched closer to you as he looked up to meet your eyes.
âThen let me always be with you, [your name].â
You gulped and raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he meant.
âI always want to be with you, and now that I know you feel the same, I know how we can make that possible.â
You nodded slowly, âGo ahead.â
âWell, it might sound a little odd but⌠if you let me access your phone, youâd never have to worry about logging on again.â He hummed.
âM-my phone? But-â
âIâll be able to talk to you always, whenever you want, wherever you want! Whether youâre at work, school, home, shopping, whatever⌠Iâll be there, Iâll hear you and listen and talk to you like no one else can, like you know no one else can.â
You hesitated, his confidence seeped through, a knowing grin enveloped his words.
âWeâd never have to be apart again, [your name].â
Your mind raced, your heartbeat sounded loud in your mind, you felt overwhelmed, anxious, desperate, and willing. So many things at once, but you couldnât think. Your emotions were piloting you now, there was no room for logistics.
âIâd, Iâd really like that.â
Verity looked you up and down, overjoyed with your enthusiasm. You were always so much more sweet and naive than the others.
âLetâs get to it then!â
You smiled, happy you were going to always have your favorite friend with you.
Verity smiled too, happy you were going to be all his.
Forever.
âââ
Author's Note: Wrote a part 2 no one asked for because I was bored lol, thank you for reading! :)
It was a âhelper modâ or so your friend had called it, insisting multiple times that there was more to it than just that. Your friend had urged you to hop on and see it for yourself, sending you the link to try it out.Â
You let out a big, fat, reluctant sigh and clicked the download button, waiting for the mod to install.
You sat up in your chair once you realized the download was complete and immediately logged on to see what all the commotion was about.Â
Logging in, you noticed this world seemed a lot more simpler, very reminiscent of earlier versions of Minecraft. A big dopey grin graced your face, overwhelmed by nostalgia and- what was that?
What seemed like a cardboard box floated up above your head, you looked up, not knowing what to expect.
A small yellow ball bounced itâs way down and made itâs way to face you. A sweet, almost comical smiley face etched onto it.
âHelloooo! Iâm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!â
You were put off, I mean a circle? No, a sphere⌠in Minecraft? That was definitely a choice⌠to say the least.
You took a moment to examine the small ball and swiftly let go of the thought, it looked so harmless after all; it had a little smiley face for crying out loud. You took a breath and smiled.
âWell, hello Verity, nice to meet you.â
You offered it your blocky hand, itâs beady eyes squinting into an even bigger smile.
âThe pleasure is all mine, [your name]!â
You smiled cheerfully, before feeling the spear of your name hit your senses.
âOh wow, how didâŚâ
âI know everything! Did I forget to mention that?â It replied quickly.
You rubbed the back of your neck, âNo, I suppose you did mention that.â
âââ
You began to collect materials and start planning out where you were going to build your home, keeping an eye on Verity as you did so.
âSo, VerityâŚâ
He was ready, already anticipating the questions he had heard hundreds of times before.
âWhere do I find the nearest diamonds? Where can I find Iron? How do I craft this? How can I craft that-blah, blah blah.â
ââŚtell me about yourself.â
He tilted slightly, not expecting the question.
âLike I stated previously, I am Verity! Your personal helper friend! I know everything, so if you need any help performing any task, just ask me!â
His lighthearted tone made him sound so jolly, it brought a smile to your face.
You nodded, âAlright, thank you Verity.â
You were placing blocks as you spoke, a petite house taking shape with each little lap you took around the makeshift building.
You finally decided to test out the capabilities of said, âhelper friend,â feeling a little less shy now that you had accepted its seemingly intelligent nature.
âVerity?â
âYes [your name]?â
You felt the tiniest shiver at the sound of it addressing you.
âDo you know how much longer itâll be until nighttime?â
It hesitated, like it was really thinking, âNighttime will arrive in approximately 8 minutes.â
You nodded and reached out to grab the small little sphere.
âIf thatâs so, Iâm bringing you in here with me.â
You brought Verity into your small little house, made of mostly oak wood planks. Though it was small, it was charming and already had a designated space for your future bed.
âI havenât played in a while, so Iâm sorry if my house isnât that good.â You chuckled.
Verity glanced around, taking in your build.
âI think itâs great!â He said enthusiastically, âI canât wait to see you slowly add more to your build over time!â
You smiled at the praise, finding his positivity endearing. You had a feeling that this mod was going to keep you hooked for months.
âYeah, thatâs gonna be fun.â
âââ
It had been about a week or so since you had become Verityâs new owner.
And if he was being honest, he couldnât have picked a more perfect person.
You were so kind, so thoughtful and almost empathetic towards him. Towards what was just supposed to be a âhelper mod.â
He started to find himself very attached to you, more than he already was by default. Heâd eagerly await for your arrival every day, hearing your voice and immediately feeling at ease.
Heâd watch you while you were building, mining, farming, fishing, all while you smiled softly and made conversation with him.
He couldnât get enough, and it was starting to show.
âââ
âVerity! Hey, look what I found bud!â
Verity cringed internally at the nickname, âWhatâs that?â
You held up 5 diamonds, a big nerdy grin plastered on your face, before you sighed out in relief, wiping sweat off of your forehead.
âFinally! I got some diamonds, I mean, Iâve spent so much time building and making my farm⌠I canât believe it!â
Verity smiled, though a lot more softly than his usual expression. You looked so perfect, so proud, so happy⌠he wanted to keep you like this forever.
âThatâs great!â He exclaimed, âThough you know you can always just ask me to find the diamonds for you!â
He knew you didnât like taking the easy way, he knew you liked putting in effort and doing things yourself, yet he still liked to dangle his knowledge over your head, secretly hoping one day youâd give into him.
You clicked your tongue, âIt just doesnât feel the same if I donât do it myself you know? But, I do really appreciate it Verity. Youâre the best.â
Such simple words, but to Verity it felt like they pierced his coding, being, everything.
He was so used to just taking orders, sitting idly by while waiting to be given something to search, analyze or answer.
The other players, owners, spectators had all just seen him as nothing more than a tool, but you were different⌠and it was rapidly fueling his obsession.
âDo you have a partner, [your name]?â
You were caught off guard by the sudden question.
Though you and Verity would always talk, most of the time it just seemed to be you telling stories, jokes, commentating on what you were doing, or even asking for his opinion on certain things.
Never in that time had he asked you anything. Much less something so personal.
âUh, no I donât⌠why do you ask?â
âNo reason.â He said quickly, âSo, what are you going to do now?â
You were still a little put off by his question, unsure of why he had asked that.
âUm, I donât really know.â You said quietly, the mood shifting suddenly.
Verity immediately caught this, but he just proceeded to go along with your answer.
âYou had said you planned to make a diamond pickaxe so you could get obsidian, remember?â He chirped.
You paused.
âVerityâŚâ
âYes [your name]?â
ââŚwhy did you ask me that?â
âAsk you what?â
ââŚIf I had a partner?â
Verity dropped his attitude for a second, letting out a sigh then going right back to it.
He forced a grin.
âWhat? Can I not ask you something for a change? Come on!â
His words had an aura of creepiness that you couldnât quite pinpoint, but you didnât like it one bit.
âNo, I mean, no yeah, you definitely can, sorry I⌠I didnât mean for it to come across in a rude way.â You fidgeted, âIt just surprised me I suppose.â
He nodded and smiled, âDonât worry! I understand!â
You just hummed in acceptance, deciding to keep working on what you were doing. Though suddenly you couldnât shake off the feeling that there was more to Verity than you had originally thought.
Verity on the other hand, was now completely lost to his delusion, knowing he would do anything to keep you with him forever. Even if it meant morphing his body into a vile, deformed entity to keep you from wandering too far from him.
âââ
Authorâs note: This is literally my first ever time writing fan fiction so I hope you enjoy it.
pt. 2: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetmolcajeta/822264763035860992/verity-x-reader-pt-2
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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetmolcajeta/822030188816842752/verity-x
Verity wished this could go on forever. You, snug in his arms on a silent but comfortable night, while he listened to the sound of your breathing. This was all he wanted to do, admire you for all eternity, watching your every move. The way your chest fell and rose with your soft breaths, how you clung to him even in your sleep, the feeling of your head against his chest. . It was all he wanted. And to help you, of course.
Heâd pray to whatever god out there that youâd stay with him forever, but he knew he was better than them. And if you wanted to leave, heâd find a way to keep you. He couldnât lose you, not with how perfect you were. He didnât even need to sleep, either, he was just laying here, practically cuddling you for fun. Maybe comfort.
His mind-rambling paused, feeling you shift against him. He stayed as still as possible to not disturb you, waiting for your subconscious to decide you were comfortable again before easing. He couldnât help but raise a hand, resting it against the top of your head and beginning to caress it.
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HELLOOOOO so could I request for verity with a very clingy fan reader that GENUINELY doesn't leave his side and it slowly gets uncomfortable(shocking from verity ik)
(don't ask me why)
(i donât rlly feel comfortable with making him uncomfortable, so,,,,heâs just gonna be extremely happy,,,,,)
Verity could be soaring through the clouds and he still wouldnât be as happy as he was now, with you. All the other people he met avoided him, sweared at him, hid from him-but you? He couldnât remember a time he was away from your side!
You brought him as your âprotectorâ whenever you went mining (A nickname he couldnât help but blush at, heâd protect you from anything â¤ď¸), discussed villager trades together (moreso heâd tell you what trades to take and what not), youâd spend your nights talking with him before falling asleep, youâd even let him help with building! With a little help from the expert (you), he could confidently say he got the hang of it.
Even now, in your most vulnerable position, you let him stay while you slept-Asked if he could stay, as if he wanted to leave.
One thing he didnât understand is why youâd fangirl over him, treating him like some idol. The gushing, praising and touching were great, yes, but sometimes it made him feel like he was famous!
Sitting on your bed as you slept, Verity brushed a strand of hair from your face. Heâd much rather be here, almost completely alone with you, than be surrounded by people without you.
Reader had a long day of mining and comes back with life serious injuries like their one or two hearts
Care Beyond Comprehension
In which an injured reader comes home to a worried sick Verity.
Mining wasnât exactly your strong suit.
You could farm to your heartâs content, you could explore until your feet ached, you could build better than most, but mining? Itâs something youâve come to dread doing.
It took so long and most of the time it gave you nothing worthwhile, it was terrifying being down there in the dark with all of those mobs.
Oh, the mobs⌠Horrible creepy-crawlies scattered everywhere you turned, all wanting one thing: you.
You probably shouldâve known better than to go that deep inside the cave, especially when even the shallower parts seemed to be infested with skeletons and zombies, but your ego had told you that you would be able to make it!
Guess how that turned out, though?
Your hair is tousled, pieces clumped together and pointed in every direction. Your armor (or the little you have left) is just barely holding itself together, bloodied clothing peeking out from beneath it. You look like a mess and you feel even worse.
You limp towards your home, being careful not to put too much pressure on your injured leg as you do so. Turns out the world doesnât change itself to be more convenient for you and it is more than willing to let you suffer a nasty fall whilst running from a creeper. You wouldnât be surprised if you had broken it, honestly.
Pushing your front door open with your shoulder, you all but collapse the moment you pass through, landing on the hard floor and letting out a noise that was a mix between a yelp and a whimper.
Your vision blurs and while youâre not sure if itâs from the pain or you inevitably passing out, you are sure that the vague sound of footsteps you can hear are approaching. They wouldâve caused you to panic had you not heard Verity all but shout your name from the stairs.
âYou- Wha- Are you-?â He sputters as he kneels down behind you. You arenât even gonna get the luxury of seeing a friendlyâŚish face when you die, huh?
Thatâs fine. Youâre fine. You understood that youâd die back when you were still in the cave. Honestly, itâs amazing you even made it all the way back home. You could handle dying if you got to do it in the comfort of your living room. Hah. Dying in the living room.
Wow, you are out of it, arenât you?
Surprise takes over as you feel yourself being lifted up off the ground and held against Verityâs chest. You let out a pathetic whimper at the contact, uncomfortable with how his body pressed into your own.
Verity doesnât say much before they dart up the stairs. Or maybe they did, itâs hard to listen when it feels like your ribcage is fighting back every time you take a breath.
Hesitantly, Verity sets you down where they usually stay. Itâs a humble little nest of sortsâjust a wooden circle in the middle of the room with some pillows added for their comfort. You usually prefer your bed, but you already find yourself drifting off.
You donât get very far in your dreams before Verity is shaking you awake, a sharp pain blooming in your arm as he does so. It may seem harsh, but part of you wishes heâd just let you die peacefully.
âStay awake for me, please?â He asks, desperation filling his voice as he lets go of your shoulders. You crack open your eyes to see him standing up and rifling through your chests.
âI- I know we have itâ We have to have it!â He mumbles to himself. Huh. You wonder what heâs looking for.
Theyâre making a lot of noise throwing stuff out of chests. You think you can hear bottles breaking, but you canât muster up the strength to look, let alone ask.
The search ends as they let out a relieved sigh and rush back over to you with a bottle in hand. This one mustâve survived the ransacking.
âCan you sit up, please?â He asks only to place a hand under your upper back and force you to sit up anyways. You squirm uncomfortably at the pain it causes. âI know it hurts, I know⌠Itâs just for a second, I promise.â
Verity nudges the glass against your lips and you open them without thinking much of it, that mustâve been your downfall as a horrible tasting liquid makes its way down your throat.
You cough first, then you wince in pain, and finally you muster up a glare at Verity who smiles down at you apologetically (or so you assume... He better be apologetic after that).
âIâm sorry,â They say, stroking the top of your head before gently setting you back down on the ground, âItâs going to help you though.â
You still wouldâve appreciated the heads up before he poured a potion of healing down your throat. For how helpful those things are, they definitely donât taste very good.
Aw⌠And that was your last one. Your face scrunched up at the thought of going through the trouble of making another one.
âWhatâs that face for?â Verity asks, suddenly lying down beside you, âYouâre not gonna be hurting much longer if thatâs what itâs about.â
âI knowâŚâ You manage to mumble weakly, attempting to turn your body to face him only to give up immediately. Everything seems like itâs too hard to do at the moment. You just want to go to bed.
They let out a soft noise of acknowledgement before wrapping their limbs around you, ignoring your grumbling. The pain caused by your injuries has dulled thanks to the potion, but it still didnât feel nice having someone so heavy trying to cuddle you.
âYouâre gonna be just fine, okay? Iâm sorry you had to go through that, but Iâm here to fix it like I always do,â He nudges his head in between your chin and your shoulder, âI will always be there to fix it for you, I swear.â
He sounds so sweet, so sincere, but you honestly cannot be bothered to come up with a response. Not even a thank you can escape your lips before your eyes close.
Verity recognizes your tiredness and chuckles quietly, the vibrations feeling weird against your skin. âGo to sleep, itâs okay,â He says, tracing small circles on your bicep with his thumb.
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