Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Team Ranchers / Jimmy and Tango like maybe if they all hadn't seen each other in a long time and get reunited. (I hope this is specific enough im not great with explaining things.) If your requests aren't open you can completely ignore this. I hope you are and have an amazing day and thank you for even reading this.!!
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The Way Back Home.
Ranchers x GnReader
Life series= 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔&𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒘𝒔🌶️🥕🌽
smidge of : 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔= 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔&𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔🥮🍡🍯
An alone soul was not known of in the newest game of life, each person tied to another holding them together with the bond of a soul filled string. You on the other hand were alone. maybe it was a punishment from the watchers above or maybe a gift from the ears that listened in. You would watch as the pairs lived each holding something, each other. Even if they didn't want to be they were together no matter what and once again you seemed to always remember you were alone.
One colder day, you walked over the bridge that crossed above the deep river alone. The grass crushed under the soft stomp of your feet and as you looked up you had spot and smelt the ashing woodstove of the ranch. Coming closer you saw the two men out front of the build and kept you distance continuing on your route, Tango was the first to spot your hair flying in the windy air.
Almost as bright as his fiery hair his voice yelled to the brown path calling your attention, Jimmy looked over his shoulder and soon joined in with his other half. You were confused and to be honest just wanted to return to you base, your hands were blistered with bruises and coal from the mines. You wanted to rest and to finish living out this stupid game.
With a soft tired breath you walked closer to the two men, both leaned on the fence. Tango rested his face on his muddy hands looking at you as you walked closer from the other side of the fence, on the other hand Jimmy sat teetering on the edge waiting for you curiously.
"Y/n! how do you do!" Tangos loud voice sprung, you looked at him with a confused and exhausted gaze honestly debating on whether or not answering, but you had to, the giddy smirks on their faces left you with no choice.
"How are you Tango, Timmy?" you responded trying to keep as much of a beat as you could, Jimmy didn't seem to impressed by the common nickname but let it slide, for now.
Tango and Jim continued to ask you on about you day wondering about your coal stained arms, tired eyes and slouchy posture. It was almost to much for you to process.
soon after, with a lot of pressure they finally pushed you right on inside and served you with a warm meal and bed. it was nice, comfortable, warm. A big difference from the wet, cold base you had made for your temporary stay.
After that you were never the same and by that you never left, they let you stay, more like they wanted you to stay. You grew to feel something that could never last across the known brutal ends of trials like this. They grew to love you, more than anything. And you, you grew to adore them.
As the end came your last sight was that of the two far beyond your reach, a cold and swift sword piercing you from behind. You shouldn't have gotten so connected in this game, you knew how it would end. and with that fact in mind this death hurt more than anything, cause now you had something to lose. You lost it.
It was like limbo, nothing was around you and it felt like an eternity since you felt warmth, or the touch of anything. You floated around in a dream like state till you finally woke up.
Weeks? Monthes? there was nothing and this close you mind had been from losing its self. A crystalline portal stood waving in front of you calling you name, pulling you closer, it almost felt familiar. Slowly steeping one hand through it felt warm as the sun, fresh as the sky, all you body could do was push itself through.
Standing up from the fertile grounds a view of beautiful architecture stood high, a large purple portal and many different sectors of buildings. Voices were everywhere but none were recognisable until the joyful chuckle of a cowboy rung to your ears like a whistle to a dog. Your head snapped and feet moved quick as light chasing down the sweet soft sound that you had left behind.
There, two stood.
As the trees bumbled with swishes behind them everything felt perfect and nothing could have prepared you for the moment your eyes met theirs. Tangos eyes went wide as his eyebrows turned downwards well Jimmy's shocked face rose with a still of disbelief.
"You..." Tango stumbled of his feet.
"You came home!!" jimmy yelled without a thought
"I found my way back..."
The four leg shared between the two moved like that of a lightning bolt and there they were, there you were. Back into their arms.
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His touch feels charged — the lightest brush of his fingertips against your skin sends shivers down your spine, like a tiny electric spark. He knows this perfectly well and sometimes deliberately runs his hand along your shoulder or neck just to see your reaction. It both interests and amuses him. He’ll never admit it, but he’s secretly pleased by the fact that he doesn’t need to do much to stir up his beloved.
His kisses are rare, but deep. He doesn’t throw them around carelessly — every kiss feels like a confession: slow, careful, yet confident. Alva believes actions speak louder than words, and in actions, quality and sincerity matter (as well as avoiding excess). This man definitely knows how to treat a lady, because his kisses are like tiny sparks — just a moment, yet the sensations are bright both during and after, lingering in memory for quite some time.
His jealousy shows through tenderness. If someone gives him a bad feeling, he won’t say anything directly — why cause his beloved discomfort over some random trash who can’t add two and two? But you’ll notice something’s bothering him by the way he clings to you in the evening, holding you closer than usual. Don’t provoke a man his age by adding fuel to a small flame — a spark can turn into a fire, and in the morning the girl who enjoys playing with flames might wake up with terrible lower-back pain.
The teasing side of him isn’t far beneath the surface. Alva enjoys subtle games and gentle teasing — like slowly leaning toward your ear while you sit beside him, minding your own business and suspecting nothing, and whispering something completely ordinary… but in such a tone that your heart skips a beat. This is his favorite pastime when his research takes days and the exhaustion starts catching up to his brilliant mind.His arms are a safe haven.He may suddenly hug you from behind, resting his hands on your waist, simply standing there silently as if checking: you’re here, with him, and you’re not going anywhere. This usually happens after a long, difficult day, when everything feels overwhelming. A short rest near the woman/man he loves — her warmth and scent — is the best and strongest motivation for him to return to his great work.
In truth, Alva loves cuddling. He sees it as a pure and innocent expression of affection, and every hug awakens deep childhood warmth in him. His favorite is hugging you from behind after a hard workday, resting his cheek on the top of your head while his hands settle on your hips.His gaze is something you can’t easily escape.Alva looks directly into your eyes — longer than is usually considered normal. His gaze is sharp and warm at the same time, and in moments like these, you feel as if he sees right through you. He believes eye contact is essential both in life and in love.
Though he’s a technical-minded scholar, he isn’t unfamiliar with humanistic views on life. If you asked him which romantic saying about people he finds the truest, he’d answer without hesitation: “The eyes are the mirror of the soul.” And truly, you can understand so much through them. With such a view of human nature, it’s no surprise that Alva finds deep eye contact incredibly intimate — especially between partners .And intimate enough that the right look could make him forget all worldly matters and start thinking about how to please his beloved for giving him such sweet eyes. The calm before the storm? Oh, absolutely. You never know when this genius—who can fix a lightbulb in the bathroom but forget his own lunch—will decide to relax a little. Usually, his wife/husband is the one who winds him up to the limit, and he, as a loving and devoted husband, gladly follows her/his lead.Alva almost always knows when his adored woman/man wants affection and is always ready for her. But the reverse situation is impossible to predict.
Lorenzo rarely chatters — he tends to stay quiet, hide, or suppress his thoughts and feelings, mainly for the sake of productivity. But just because he doesn’t express them immediately doesn’t mean they vanish — they pile up and then, at the most unexpected moment, erupt like a tornado.It’s the same with his desire.Alva’s beloved never knows when her treasure will suddenly — in the literal sense — pounce on her. Quietly, but intensely. It’s always a surprise… but a wonderful one, because every happy woman/man wants to feel desired.
Many do not understand the weight of being a faithful and discreet slave to a Divine Force, to an omnipotent God; the Great Old Ones are demanding but they reward loyalty and unyielding faith. Their motives are a mystery, their voices echoing riddles, yet they have those like you who follow their will without question. The Great Old Ones slumber, the Reverend Patriarch says, when the time has come we of faith will ascend like children answering the call of a parent. The Reverend Matriarch told you that the path of faith is difficult, unknowing to us, and at times confusing; we are lambs being guided by an unseen shepherd but we must follow no matter where it takes us.
It is written in the notes of a man who touched the slither of the Great Old Ones’ minds. They hold the answers to ‘all that was occurring in the universe’. They live yet are not alive. They can be seen or rather felt when the stars are aligned and the houses rise and fall in sync.
It is your path to accept and go where the invitation to the manor is your test, the Reverend Ones believe you as their child, one touched by a Great Old One, was chosen to see what the Baron of the Oletus Manor.
And you are tested in every match and every interaction.
You try to keep track of how long you have been here, but there is no telling time, no defined way to count. Is it like time is frozen, or is it in a loop? There are nights you stand in the dark of the dormitory halls and sense the force shielding the manor. It is not one you recognize, but you know it is young, hungry, and curious. Then it pulls away as if you scared it.
You try to contact it despite the one titled Priestess advising you not to seek something you do not understand. It makes you chuckle given she is a worshipper of Yog-Sothoth yet has only scratched the surface of his divine power. A young branch of the Gods, Outer Gods, you know as the notes of the first devouts and sacred texts of dreamers who projected themselves to the first home of the Great Ones, Mount Ngranek.
You are the most abnormal of the two who are connected to the Gods of Old, of the Outer, and of the New; you are the one most of the other survivors are uncomfortable around. They fear the unknown though many of them are touched by the forces they cannot understand. You do not speak about your faith with the other survivors though Eli is curious and Fiona senses your soul is touched by something very Old— Older than Hastur and Yidra. But you are not going to preach as it is not your place as a lamb nor do the Reverend Ones allow the preaching of the Great Old Ones. If the person is chosen then they will seek out their kin.
But you find it is different with the ones who follow the Eye of Darkness.
Darkness is a product of the union between Azathoth and Shub-Niggurath, a mysterious one that lacks a proper name. The symbol of it being an eye and a cat is taken note of as this is new information. Along with it having followers, the two are part of the church while the decoder clearly has been touched yet the Hermit does not recruit him? Strange, you do not interfere.
The longer you are here, new arrivals coming in with connections to the ones who are here first or some with no ties to this place, you can know the young entity is joyful. Loneliness? You try to find spots in the manor where the veil, as some will call it, is thin; a crack within the mirror to push against. This is how you found Miss Nightingale, a bird woman who is deeply connected to the manor.
She tells you when the time is right you will have your answers, the Baron will keep this promise.
So the matches go on, the survivors and hunters play their parts, and you find yourself finding an odd understanding with the one called Herald or as many call her here Disciple, the cat did not like you at first during the first match ever you had with her.
Perhaps it sensed the blessing of kin on you? You are curious about it as it is in you.
No one worships the slumbering Old Ones as the Eldest of the Old Ones is frightening and when summoned to this plane of existence only disaster follows. This is known, and it is not what your brothers and sisters want; no, faith and patience are what is given until their awakening.
The Hermit only becomes aware of seeking you out when the cat, Apostle, keeps slipping between the boundaries of the hunter and survivor side of the manor to stay in your room. It is disruptive and he was lucky you were not in your room when he got the cat.
Until you were there and greeted him at your door, the cat rubbing and walking around your legs.
“Father Alva,” You are the only person to address him in such a manner outside of those within the church of the Eye of Darkness, “Good evening.”
“Good evening, (Name),” He is tall compared to your doorway, “It was not my intention to dispute your evening routine, but a certain cat decided to play cat and mouse at an inappropriate time.” Knowing the avatar hates to be called a cat by Alva, it is just rude!
“Hah,” You bent over and picked up the cat that made a ‘mew’ sound as if it was disappointing you were not going to fight to keep it, “He was no problem here, in fact, he was very insightful on who I should speak about… Well, private religious matters.” Your hand stroking its head causing it to purr.
To say this is the start of a blooming relationship like many have in the manor would be… Saying you became friends with him, which is not the case.
Alva and your faith clash, he is a shepherd and you the lamb, it is in his nature to try to guide what he believes to be a lost lamb into his flock.
You are a lamb but you are not lost, you have a flock but the Great Old Ones have laid out a path for you to follow; he does not see it nor is it for him to see.
Alva a temptation, the one who tries to use this scepter like a shepherd's crook to catch you.
“My faith remains. They have guided me, my path is as clear as they deem necessary.”
Your words hold the weight of truth, but there are nights when you wonder who in the Dreamland wants to indulge in fantasies and sinful pleasures with the Hermit. Lust is nothing to be ashamed of and some use it as an act of worship, however, you feel guilty.
He is a temptation, questions you with his arrogance, and yet he talks to you as if he is the mentor and you the student.
Praying helps but it is not the way of seeking to rid yourself of wild thoughts.
It has been some time since you have done this without assistance; a Reverend One would be here to oversee this and a kin member would be behind you to lash you.
Though this is not the ideal place to commit the act, it is sacred ground and you know the original present that once graced this place is long gone. The cat being here during matches is proof of that, a hollow husk of a place of worship.
You begin placing the materials on the ground. First, you place a covering over the podium—a long black simmering sheet—to symbolize the vastness of space. Next, you remove your robe and place it beside you an arm's length away. Then, you place a wooden box with the symbol of your church on it, then open it to reveal the velveteen fabric inside and the tool of your penance.
You kneel on steps, an arm up gripping the top of the podium, the other hand grabbing the flogger. It has metal tips that will scratch into your skin, pain is a gift and reminder. You lightly tap it on your back, to caress yourself with a familiar object.
The first strike does not as you did it wrong, so you do it again causing you to gasp in pain. Again.
This is not easy without any assistance but you keep going nonetheless.
Over and over, the pain is sharp and there are marks of bruising and welts forming; each side of your upper back is marked and the tears you shed are held back as much as possible.
"Ah!" The next hit hurts causing you to stop and tremble in pain, a sharp inhale of air before the hissing as the cold air is touching the broken flesh wounds. Thoughts of the Eye of Darkness priest still plague you as you swear you can smell him. Burning incense, the faint hint of bathing soap, and the neutral clean scent of medicine.
The baritone voice coming from behind you only a few steps away snaps you out of thoughts of how mad you feel, "Your devotion is admirable," The undeniable reality of Father being here, like a man of faith who walks into a confessional, you dare not turn your body around towards him.
The Hermit is here because there is peace in the Red Church, odd as that sounds given his faith lies in what the church will say is the enemy— Fools, all of them.
The cries of someone in pain echo within the church, the slapping of something on the skin.
When he enters he sees you kneeling in front of the altar, the top part of your robes off and neatly folding away from you; the thing he heard slapping skin is a flogger... A part of him was mortified to leave cuts on your back, yet true to his word about admiring your devotion to the Old Gods who will never answer your prayer.
They are silent, long ago to the aether, however, you debate him and hold firmly to your faith. Always reminding him of the young God he worships, a child compared to the God who has marked your soul.
Apostle, the avatar of the Eye of Darkness, confirms it though it wants your faith. You are special, in what way is unknown. If the feline was here in its usual spot on the podium (it seems, it must have decided to return to Disciple's side for her match).
The podium is covered by a black veil shimmering in the low light, the aura around it is both foreign and familiar. Likely be part of this ritual.
You look over your shoulder at him. "My flesh is only a canvas—A vessel to exercise my worship and hold my faith within.” Speaking with conviction though your voice trembles from the pain, “This is expected."
"Very well," Walking in long strides to be closer behind you, careful of the blood around the floor. "Confessing to the air and seeking atonement through self-inflicted torture." Those golden cat eyes are on you with his head high as he looks down upon you. "There would be a high priest to administer this..." Gesturing to your position, “Correct?” The marks are uneven on your back and your grip on the flogger is not as strong likely from getting tired and the pain.
"Yes," Looking at the podium. "If you will excuse me—"
"Allow me."
You stopped mid-swing, so it didn't connect yet. You looked up at him, "Why?"
Why indeed.
“One cannot help to admire,” You feel the cold scepter press upon your back, blood dripping onto the metal as he presses on open cuts; the pain moans you let out causing him to draw back his scepter. “If only you…” Alva stopped himself from starting a disagreement, “Such dedication to your faith should be praised.”
“But… Why help me?” You feel vulnerable like this kneeling on the steps of this church, him placing the scepter on top of the podium.
There is an indulgence drive of greed in the self-inflicted atonement that could be considered blasphemous.
That is all he is thinking as he takes the modified device from your shaking hand. He admires your determination and only wishes to help you in your devotion. It has nothing to do with the soft lines of your body with the deep-set marks... nothing to do with your flushed face glistening with sweat. Your parted lips are swollen and trembling from biting back your cries.
"Because it is my duty."
The Hermit is the shepherd and though you are a claimed lamb, he cannot help but offer a hand to ease your journey. His God does not disapprove, it knows you well and your master well enough not to push. For pushing will only drive the lamb to flee, the conflict on your face telling him to ease you into the idea. The way you go tense as lukewarm leather and metals dance up and down your back, the inhale and exhale as your eyes close before they open. They are alert as you glimpse into the darkness of the fabric in front of you, and then he sees you sit up adjusting your position like the one you had before your body was too weak to keep it up.
“Father,” Gripping the top of the podium, “Your duties are obligational to another, however, it is kin to the Old Gods thus they are permitting you to blend our goals.”
“Pray tell me what goals do you believe I have?”
“That has not been revealed to me, Father.” This is true, you can only see as far as they allow, and as far as your human mind can handle, “Only stop when I say so.” Informing him.
In the matches Alva has had the pleasure of you being in, pain does not hindrance for you but rather empowers you. Faster movements, healing not quite as fast as others, but you can take their pain and feel into yourself. A masochist is what they call you, but the scars on your back say this is your belief and the power given in return. He will follow your words as the first strike has your crying out, words of prayer in a language he cannot decipher. It matches no human language.
Another hit, you refuse to fall. Another hit. Then another,
Though you know his strikes are no less harsh than your own the endorphins rushing through your body make the harsh sting of the leather and metal arc down your spine in strangely warm waves. The fabric beneath your fingertips feels soothingly cool to the touch.
You take it as a sure sign of your God's approval albeit you feel strangely guilty for it. To need assistance from one such as him feels like a test of faith you've not been taught how to navigate and as the warmth spreads through your body you find yourself gripping the podium tighter as the thought flits through your mind
Is this a test... or an outright trap?
"I will not feign that I know the heart of your God, but if you truly believe in that shared kinship then perhaps this is intended." His voice didn't waver but he couldn't stop the softest of grins to curl the corner of his lip. Your shiver was subtle but he knew he had struck a chord.
He let the leather tresses of the flogger go lax against your back for a moment, the gentle caress only bringing more awareness to the tight and throbbing welts making you bite your lip again to steady your breath.
"To what end?" You thought you had it but your voice wavered slightly.
His grin deepened as he slowly traced the tails back up. The cold metal scratches against your flesh and draws another harsher shiver from you.
"Perhaps some mutually glorious purpose." He flicked his wrist suddenly drawing the full shock of the device across the one relatively unmarred patch of your back. Your sharp yelp echoed through the abandoned church, the passionate echo dancing across the stone a litany that made his breath catch in his own chest.
You fell forward slightly, clinging desperately to the podium to not fall. His words made sense.
Why else would your God allow him here in this most intimate of devotions?
Alva keeps going until there is more blood on the floor and his shoes; stopping when you collapse, still conscious and able to move enough to try to pull yourself up, “(Name)—” Has he found your limit?
“W-why did you stop?” Upset as if you did not nearly pass out because you did not tell him to stop, “My thoughts are still tainted.” Panting as you get yourself back up as if you have a second wind kicking in to keep going.
“This is ineffective.” Dropping the bloodied flogger, “If your thoughts are truly sullied then we are using my method.”
“Y-your method?” Lying on the floor confused then making an indigent sound when he picks you up far enough to have your legs dangling from the floor, a reminder the hunter has supernatural strength. “Father Alva what are you…!?”
Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom
N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references
Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc
Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"
As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.
Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.
A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did
He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over
He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.
He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice
He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva
The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while
He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"
Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying
He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though
That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that
He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.
It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"
He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.
He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.
So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed
You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination
Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"
Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is
He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter
He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer
He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often
You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in
You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece
He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"
Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"
He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!
He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"
Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!
You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero
Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"
She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days
She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"
Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"
She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry
She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.
If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"
You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"
...I’m alive! I don’t even have an excess except for the fact I procrastinated so hard on this, but it’s time.
This was meant to be a Valentine’s Day post, but as you can see that was 2 months ago...So in honor of the Valentine’s Day event in IDV I’ll do the boys I sent a card to (except for one since it was for Axe boy, my dear son) and because you should always show your partner throughout the year you love them. I'm writing about what they're like on Valentine's Day and all the other days of the year.
This might be a bit OC-ish and has not been proof-read, so my apologies my dears.
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"Prisoner"-Luca Balsa
♡Me to them: “The best baby girl frfr <3″
♥We all knew that baby girl was gonna be on here, it won't be my blog if Luca wasn't here.
ON VALENTINE'S DAY
He is with you the whole day, no joke.
It’s the one of the few times of the year this boy isn’t working on his inventions and he spent it with you.
I honestly don’t know if Luca would like or hate sweets, but he probably likes spicy food. Anyways, if you like sweets, he would get you some sweets...Or try too, he might try and make them. And it would be a disaster. And if you don’t like sweets, don’t worry dear. He makes sure to get you something you love.
He also sets up a nice date area with some help of his buddies. Speaking of buddies. To make it seem more, realistic. Luca made his buddies the waiters, they even wore the outfits. Anyways, he made sure “the waiters” made your favorite dish. And as the nigh was ending and the sun was setting. Luca put on some music and started slow dancing with you, but it slowly turned into a dance competition. You guys had a blast though.
ALL YEAR AROUND
I also like to think he isn’t that good at the whole relationship thing at first. Luca isn’t one to talk about emotions much, since he normally does things logically. He didn’t plan on falling in love it just happened, it was a welcoming surprised. So that being said, you are his first love and this is his first relationship, so you guys had to take it slow at first.
Which was fine since you guys had a nice time taking it slow. You went on so many small dates around the manner. Which was nice since it got him to leave his office(?). You guys still go on small dates here and there, but they’re more romantic.
I’ve probably said this before, but Luca’s love language is gift giving.
I like to believe Luca enjoys writing. And what’s is favorite subject of writing. It’s You. He wrote you letter before and after you got into a relationship. He literally has a book were he writes about you. He lets you read it when you’re feeling down.
Embalmer-Aesop Carl
♡Me to them: “Please bury me in between your thighs <3″
♥He was my first main and I adore him.
ON VALENTINE'S DAY
...He forgot. He isn’t the most romantic guy so it wasn’t a surprise, but it still hurt. Like even if you told him, he would just say “ok” and go on with his day...Is what some would say.
But in the inside, he is just panicking. He completely forgot, so now my boy is running all over the manner to find you a gift. He feels a little bad for forgetting about Valentine’s Day, so now he has to get you something. And he spent the whole day trying to get you something. He got you a flower :).
Anyways, while the day of Valentine’s Day was a...mess. He promised to try and do something romance with you the next day. And he did.
He did your make-up...I don’t know what you excepted. He isn’t one to be romantic but he does enjoy your presence...And your face...And body...In a non-sexual way.
ALL YEAR AROUND
He has no clue how you two started dating. My man didn’t even know until your first anniversary. It was a mess. But his fine with it, only because it’s you. You’re one of the few living people he enjoys, so this is fine.
But dating him is very slow. He doesn’t take well to affection so being close to you, as in shoulder touching, was very difficult for him. You just are on the holding hand stage. And no, you haven’t had your first kiss.
He likes your company. He likes knowing you’re there, he also likes you watching him...(This is so creepy wtf).
As he slowly starts getting more comfortable in your relationship, he gets a bit bold...In private. No PDA, just no. He likes holding you, especially cuddling you. He enjoys listening to your heart beat, makes him relaxed. He also likes it when you hold him, makes him feel loved and appreciated.
Hermit-Alva Lorenz
♡Me to them: “Step on me, pretty please <3″
♥Saw him and I knew I wanted him and I did get him...And have barely played him.
ON VALENTINE'S DAY
Alva doesn’t exactly see the point of Valentine’s Day, but either way he gets you something. He isn’t completely unaffectionate. If you give him something he is very thankful and would give you a kiss.
He would probably spend the day with you, you’re both just chilling. Talking about whatever comes to mind. With some peaceful music in the background as you both just spend the day holding each other.
-I wish i can write more for him but my mind is literally going blank-
ALL YEAR AROUND
He isn’t that affectionate (why did I chose some of the most unaffectionate characters as my bbgs), but if you want some affection he won’t say no.
He likes hearing you talk, it’s very relaxing too him. He just likes hearing your voice and values your opinions and what you have to say. He also likes it when she listen to him talk, he really appreciates it.
-Why is it so hard to come up with things for you Alva...My mind is so blank-
The "Nightmare"-"Orpheus"
♡Me to them: “You’re that weird crush I have, low key don’t know why”
♥I can't explain this one, this is definitely a "hear me out" but you shouldn't hear me out. And I am completely winging this mans part, I’m so sorry.
ON VALENTINE'S DAY
...He knows and he has been planning for this shit for months. He just showers you in gifts and he gives you a hug. He also takes you out for dinner...It’s more like kidnapping though.
The room was so dark and the only light source you had was the candle in the middle of the table. At least there was nice soft music. It was nice, a bit creepy but nice. You guys had a great time, the food was edible so that was a plus.
Now, you both just chill. Still dark af, but it was actually relaxing. He let you sit on his lap and put your head on his shoulder, the music in the background slowly putting you to sleep as he held you. I was gonna say he gave your forehead a kiss, but in this case it would be a peak.
ALL YEAR AROUND
I feel like he is very possessive. He doesn’t enjoy you being distracted, you always have to have your eyes on him. You are dating him after all, you should only be looking at him.
He makes sure you’re always with him, where ever he is, you got to be there. It doesn’t matter where he could be, you must be there. And if you aren’t near him, he literally stalks you out. He once he finds you, he ain’t letting you go.
He holds you a bunch, very affectionate but for all the wrong reasons. He holds you cause he wants to make sure everyone knows you belong to him and only him.
He’s a bird, kind of, so I like to think if he finds anything that catches his eye, like a rock. He gives it to you. He could find a nice stick and gives it to you to show his love. You better take his stick...Just take his random gifts. He gets really happy (can he even be happy?) when you accept his gifts.
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Sorry, this took way longer than needed, I have honestly been grinding Genshin Impact for Kaveh and Baizuh. Excited about that baby girl patch man. I also remembered I have an 'x reader' with Mr. Crowley From Twisted Wonderland from a while back, I'll probably post that later next week or never, who knows.
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You were currently wandering behind Shinobu through the forest just outside the butterfly mansion where she said she needed help with something and you agreed to help as long as it wasn’t going to kill you with poison. At that, your wife laughed and simply started walking which you eventually learned in the past meant that it was most likely safe because she would tell you otherwise. “Dear, we’ve been wandering for an hour or two now. We are going in the right direction, right?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and saw her happily smile back at you. “Of course, we’re here!” she exclaimed sweetly. “But there’s nothing here-” you said and trailed off when she tipped your head up where a treehouse-looking building rested in the trees. You both carefully made your way up and tried to look down at the drop below, gasping at what you saw and looking around you several times. Butterflies surrounded you both as Shinobu took in your fascinated expression.
Asra
Asra had told you earlier today that he had something to show you that you used to use with him and you have to use to travel there. To say you were excited was an understatement and he could tell, gathering his things and waiting for you at the door. You both walked out into the morning sun and through the market, stopping briefly to get some pumpkin bread for the trip and some fruit. Asra thanked the baker and intertwined your hands, kissing the back of it and walking towards the forest. “I think you’ll enjoy this, my darling. We used to go here a lot and now that it’s getting warmer we can go.” he said and leading to a large oak tree with an opening at the bottom, he nodded his head toward the opening and helped you make your way down. Then as magic does you then turned around only to come out into a different fantastical magical forest in vibrant beautiful colors and the tree you came out of now held a cozy treehouse resting among it’s branches. “Shall we?” Asra asked and smiled at your amazed expression, making his way up to the treehouse where it was cozy and comfortable.
Hermit
It was a free day where you all had stopped for a break while drifting through space and Hermit had found you, telling you she had something to show you and bringing you to a part of the ship you hadn’t seen. You stepped into the room after Hermit inputted a code where trees, real ones if you had to guess, filled the room and through the branches in the back, you could see a treehouse high up. “This is a place where I go when I need some alone time or want some quiet.” she said with a soft smile. She led you over to the base of the big tree, climbing up the large branches to the entrance. You were confused now but focused more on climbing. “Wait. Then why did you show me a place that you prefer to keep to yourself?” you asked and took her hand when she offered it, pulling you into the treehouse with ease and gesturing to the many beanbags and pillows around with a small bookcase. “Because I know you’d keep this place close to yourself and not tell everyone. Besides I trust you.” She said confidently and smiled softly, picking a book and settling into a beanbag with you not far behind.
in which the reader feels very insecure and their loving boyfriend comforts them
Your insecurities always got the best of you, there was rarely ever a day where your insecurities didn’t get the best of you. Right now, you stood looking yourself in the floor length mirror that was in your room, judging the way you look with a frown on your face. You wanted to know what made Scar choose to date you out of everyone on the server. He could’ve chosen anyone else, but he chose you, the – in your opinion – ugliest person on the entire server.
You had been stood there for what felt like forever, just staring at your rolls and stretch marks, contemplating taking scissors or a knife to the places where you hated the most. You were about to grab some scissors when you felt hands grab your arms to turn you around to face the person who stopped your movements. You were trying to supress the tears that threatened to spill. Scar noticed this and pulled you closer to him, running his fingers through your hair. “Please don’t try and deal with your insecurities by harming yourself” Scar tells you, resting his chin on top of your head as you grip onto his shirt, letting your tears spill as you apologised over and over, telling him how insecure you were feeling.
You didn’t want to feel so insecure, but you couldn’t help it, Scar knew that. Scar was way more than helpful and understanding, he was always there when you needed him the most and he kept reassuring you that there will never be a day he won’t be there for you. After a few minutes of you crying and Scar reassuring you that you are perfect the way you are in his eyes, you had managed to stop your tears from flowing. “Why did you choose me, Scar?” you ask, now looking up at him. Scar looked taken aback as he moved some of your hair from your face, cupping your cheek.
“What do you mean, sugar?” Scar asks you, a confused look on his face that mixed with one of concern.
“Out of all of the people on the server, you could’ve had anyone. why me, though? What made you choose me?” you ask again, resting your hands on Scar’s arms, his hands resting on your waist.
“I chose you because you are loving, helpful, kind, friendly, honest, and truly the sweetest person I have ever met. I chose you because you are worthy of love. You are deserving of all things good. I don’t care what you look like because the true beauty with you is your personality.” Scar says honestly, resting his forehead against yours, kissing your nose softly. “And If you don’t believe that I actually love you, I’m willing to prove it to you” Scar whispers in your ear seductively, his hands moving to your hips, moving up and down slowly. Your face turns a deep red as Scar smirks against your neck, happy with his effect on you as your breath catches in your throat.
“Scar, what are you suggesting?” You ask him, your voice just barely above a whisper as you make eye contact with him. Scar chuckles and pulls your body close to his, as he makes a sound that somewhat resembled a growl.
“We get into bed and have a bit of fun with my elven magic, sweet cheeks” Scar suggests, kissing your neck softly “You have enough on your for me to grab, and that’s my favourite part about your body. Enough to grab while you beg for me.” He finishes, giving your neck a gentle bite, earning a small gasp from you as you bite your lip.
“Not now, Scar, later” Is the response you give him, just wanting to go to sleep. Scar smiles and moves you over to your king size bed, laying down behind you to spoon you and gives you a soft kiss. “I love you, my elven prince” you say to Scar sleepily.
“I love you too, princess” Scar responds, falling asleep with you, smile on his face. That nights you and Scar would have the best dream since void knows when, just proving that you sleep better next to someone you love.
Here it is. No warnings other then its unfinished and written by a some sleep deprived version of me.
Ren x Reader - name TBD
Ren. Ren, a glorious, beautiful wolf-hybrid. You loved Ren, you knew you did the second you first saw him.
You didn't realize you were already at Ren's RV. Before you could nock, the door was thrown open by Ren, tail wagging excitedly, and he hugged you.
"G'morning, my dude!" Ren said,
"Hi Ren," You chuckled as his tail was wagging like a puppy having a treat.
His deep blue eyes, and his luscious brown hair, which was pulled back in a messy ponytail. He looked adorable.
"Come on in!"
You walked in, and you sat in a chair close to the door.
You noticed that Ren's wolf ears were twitching nervously, but his tail was wagging ecstatically.
"Hey, Y/n?"
"Yeah?" You looked out a window to see Doc flying by.
Ren took a breath in and out,
"IwantedtotellyouIReallyREALLYLikeuhLoveYouAndiunderstandifyoudontfeelthesame" He blurted all at once, he nervously looked at you, as your brain made sense of what he said. His Blue eyes were watery, as he expected your silence was bad, his ears droopy.
You ran a hand through your hair. "Hey, Ren?"
"...yeah?"
You went over to where Ren was sitting, and you put a hand on his cheek.
You placed a kiss on his forehead.
"I Love you too."
