I've never seen anyone make bsd lockscreen/wallpaper hcs before so here I come
Atsushi
Probably a plain and dark colored bg for his wallpaper and his lockscreen is a mfing white tiger or maybe a pic of a chameleon midway thru changing its color as his lockscreen
Dazai
Maybe the photo of his own self portrait which others find horrendous and he keeps it on both his lockscreen and wallpaper to weird others who might try to sneak a look into his phone
Kunikida
Idk some random ass quote abt discipline or motivation for his lockscreen and a pic of those japanese catfish or koi fish in a pond as his wallpaper (it's a default one)
Yosano
Has her lockscreen as a pic of fireworks that she took on new year or maybe some aesthetic photo of wine. She doesn't care abt wallpaper so has a plain bg which goes from dark grey to dark blue in a gradient
Ranpo
A collage of wrappers of snacks he has tried but disliked cus it's rare of him to hate some snack and ppl already keep smth they like as their wallpaper so why not do the opposite. Arranged chronologically as what he first ate and what he ate previously. The lockscreen is uhh a plain that's it
Fukuzawa
Ranpo kept his lockscreen as a picture of a cat when he first got the phone. He never changed it
Haruno
Her cat mii chan who is secretly a grown ass man without her knowing
Naomi and junichiro
Matching lockscreens w eachother so it's a selfie of them together but junichiro has naomi on his phone and naomi has him on hers. Have the same pic for wallpaper
consume me, my soul- my lovely beating flesh. look, pry the skin on my chest, with your nails dig it through, do you see, my beating flesh? Yes, it's rotten too. Though you love me still so do it- consume me, consume us.
CONSUMPTION
is now out on wattpad platform ! in which, you, reader gets transferred into the world of alien stage , you must build important, bonds with the main cast or else you'll die ! Death is quite a silly thing, and it's even more funny if you fail such an easy task.
Do you think you could do it? Win at least two subject's heart? Can you? If you succeed, then would you be able to learn and reciprocate it? What if they want more than what you offer, what if you are the anamoly, the issue.
Its easier loving a character on a screen than learn to love the twisted, rotten core of people you think you know best.
Your indifference and light hearted amusement would cost you your flesh. Or perhaps, your soul.
So swallow it. Their love, their obsession, their hatred. Its your fault, for them you are a part of their world, their god, saviour. You tried to be a part of their life right? Even if it were to get back to your own.
So you must consume them, you must. Consume them, their love, their heart, their bare beating flesh and soul. Consume them, Consume us.
snip snip snip…! luka loooooves your pixie haircut.
reader is a black woman, short story. self indulgent. fluff it makes me screeaaaam. he needs a sexy smart and kind black woman (me) to save him. no warnings!
The first thing your fiancé Luka noticed when he saw you was the lack of…material over your shoulder and back.
Your long wavy or straight weaves, the goddess or Fulani braids you adorned so well, your natural hair that you styled in low buns or let out in the open when you needed a break from styling and brushing, they weren’t there.
Instead he was in awe at the sight of you brushing your hair with your fingers, cut in a wavy pixie style.
He walked to you. “Wooow. So that was the surprise you told me earlier.”
You smiled and let him hug from from behind. His body was warmer than before, and he smelled like cedar cologne.
“Mhm. Thought I might surprise you. Isn’t it pretty?” You retouched the bangs with your hand. “Does it make me look older?”
“It is pretty, sweetheart.” He kissed your temple. “Plus, it makes you look…grown. Yes, older, but sexy.”
You hummed in approval. “Sexy…I like that.” You finally turned around to look at him. He was wearing his accessory glasses. Just like you.
Luka looked at you with these low lidded amber eyes of his, “The sexiest woman I know.” he whispered.
“Stoooop, you’re flattering meee,” You jumped at his choice of tone but still moved forward to peck his lips. “We’re twinning now.” You pecked his lips again, your arms wrapped around his neck. “How?” He asked.
“Well we both have glasses…and short curly hair…”
“And the same height as well?” He added with a smile full of mischief. You gasped and playfully hit him.
“You think you’re funny?”
“The funniest man that existed.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Nobody is as funny and sexy as me.”
“Didn't you just said that i was—“
“You’re an exception,” he pulled you close to him with his arms around your waist. “now quiet.”
msnoirgirl says… need him to sing to me at my window. under the heavy rain.
Reader and Luka are both fan favourites among the Aliens, and the Aliens notice you both have chemistry - And while some adore their ''new power couple'', most don't take it too well.
Ｃｏｎｔｅｘｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｔｉｒｅ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ ：
Reader and Luka are both fan favourites among the Aliens, and the Aliens notice you both have chemistry - And while some adore their ''new power couple'', most don't take it too well.
Luka
x
Reader [ Who's a more of a fan favourite than him ]
Part one here : https://www.tumblr.com/bananamarker97/821375098047037440/%EF%BD%90%EF%BD%81%EF%BD%92%EF%BD%94-%EF%BD%8F%EF%BD%8E%EF%BD%85-luka-x-fan-favouritereader-more-of-a?source=share
Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ -
𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 <333
Also mentions of Luka and Reader being VERY close like the kind of people everyone thinks are dating.
And kissing
Ｂｕｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｔｉｒｅ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ ：
Reader and Luka are in a relationship and they are quite fond of each other but keep it secret from everyone else.
Fluffish,
some Angst but with a LOT of comfort,
Death threats [ Luka gets some for having chemistry with reader - Kinda wanted to be like how male and female idols get hate for hanging with other fan favourite idols by creepy, parasocial fans in real life, but the creepy fans are the aliens - also Reader is MORE of a fan favourite than Luka ]
Reader's Alien is nice - The alien is like her company [ like in real life ] ,
Reader is shown to be dolled up and '' Perfect', due to her being literally made to be beautiful and to perform, but has autonomy in what she wears,
Reader has a diverse closet, but the outfits are quite specific.
Reader also has to deal with creepy fans telling her what to wear and having to deal with them looking at her in a creepy way, leading to her sometimes wearing oversized clothing, but Luka intervenes [ privately ]
Reader is shown to be used to the [ POSITIVE - not negative ] attention the Aliens give her.
Mentions of Reader being asked innapropriate questions, [ luka intervenes ]
Tickling
Mentions of Luka not wanting to take medicine and pills.
Reader is genetically made to be perfect from birth.
Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎ ：
Fiddling with the hem of your pretty, dusty pink rose skirt, with ruffles near the edges, and that fell just above your mid thigh, and just reaching the tips of your fingers, your heart beat fast with adrenaline after a solo performance, as Alien helpers gently took off your head set mic, and offered you a glass of water to which you accepted, helpers dabbing soft cotton towels where sweat pooled on your forehead,
After all, even if you were genetically moderated to be perfect, the audience, Alien or Human, loved a little relatability, especially from the Princess of Alien Stage, you yourself.
Pulling your tube top, the colour of whipped cream, that had wide, yet thin straps of the same material, cotton so soft you could sleep in it, with a small wide bow in the centre, down, you adjusted the slightly oversized varsity jacket, a light brown ,the colour of coffee with a little too much milk, over your shoulders where it was slipping off to provide a little more warmth that the tank top, only going up to your upper abdomen, lacked.
Finally having a clear schedule for the rest of the day, you set off to find your closest friend, Luka, the Prince of Alien stage.
Butterflies fluttering in your stomach, at the mere mention of him, you smiled to yourself, a light pink blush appearing on your soft cheeks that nobody could notice, mistaking it for light makeup, none other than the object of all your desires, Luka himself.
Coming from behind you without you noticing, he quickly tugged you into an empty changing room, locking the door behind you as you let out a yelp from the sudden, and unexpected movement.
'' What are you smiling about '', he teased, a lilt to his voice only you could bring out, as he ran a hand through his soft, shiny gold locks in an elegant motion, the sunlight hitting his face just right, basking his face in a otherworldly glow to which you could only sigh at, earning his curious, molten gold gaze.
'' Nothing, nothing'', you dismissed, biting your glossy pink lip in anticipation, you shifted on your feet, '' Hey can I ask you something?''
Shifting his gaze towards you, and absentmindedly leaning closer to listen better, he replied, ''Yeah, go for it ''
Taking a silent, deep breath, '' I love you, I've loved you since we were kids in Anakt Garden, I've been in love with you for so long it hurts me to even think of loving another, and I just need to know if you love me back''
A rosy pink hue dusting over your cheeks immediately after you said it, you bit your lower soft pink lip in anticipation, your eyes swirling with a mix of mirth and fondness, that was quite rare in the corrupted hell of a world they lived in, yet twinkled with a sort of affection deeper than friends, one that he'd never noticed until now.
Yet little did you know, sweet blushing you, that the person who seemed uncaring and like nothing could affect him was absolutely infatuated with you, so much so, that no word was good enough to convey his love for you, only actions could.
So without warning, he snaked his warm arms under your open jacket and around your bare waist, never taking his oh so alluring eyes off you, as he leant in close, his own pretty pink blush appearing on his own porcelain cheeks, so that your lips were a millimetres width away from each other.
'' I love you too'', he murmured, '' Have been since the first fucking day we met'',
He let out a soft chuckle , still so close to your lips it almost ached, '' Do you know how many times I've thought about this exact moment?'', he said his voice a soft murmur, as if anything louder would shatter the delicate moment between you both.
At that you closed the distance, gently pressing your soft, and oh so warm lips to his ice cold ones, the cozy warmth of your lips seeping into his ice cold skin, soft hands cupping his face to hold him closer to which he reciprocated.
Pulling back for air slightly, you rested your forehead against his, '' You idiot''
'' My idiot''
A/N : Oh I love these cuties so muchhh - The actual story will be continuing soon however ccasionally there will be flashback / fluffy moments .
Also let me know if any of you guys want to be tagged < 33
luka is DEFINITELY the type of person that would purposely make sure that you're the only person he can rely on (or have it the other way around idfk).
luka puts on this facade in public that makes him seem like he's an independent pretty boy that everyone loves but the second he's with you behind closed doors, he is on his knees just begging for you to praise him on how good he did
luka feels like he's nothing whenever he's not within your presence, he usually resorts to kissing your photos or daydreams about you on a daily when your not around. luka feels as if he needs you to survive.
luka will always cling on you when he gets the chance and not allow anyone else to take him away from you. the only time you see him get upset is when he's forced to be away from you.
hii! i was wondering if you could write jealousy headcanons for the alnst men? maybe their reaction to someone else having a BIGGG crush on the reader? (fem reader please, except for ivan!)
【❝Jealousy Looks Good On You❞】
【Synopsis: In which the ALNST boys experience jealousy in the event that someone else develops a crush on their partner】
【Featuring: Till, Ivan, and Luka】
【Tags: gn reader, established relationship, jealousy (obviously lol), kinda crack, kinda angst, kinda fluff, yeah idk what to tag lol, TW for mentions of violence/manipulation/gaslighting, Till refuses to admit he’s jealous, Ivan is a menace to society, Luka is committing psychological warfare, no beta we die like Ivan (rip my goat), possibly typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】
【Word count: Till (311) Ivan (309) Luka (329) Total (0.9k)】
【a/n: hey hey hey anon!!! Wowie, long time no alnst request, huh? Im pretty out of practice for writing these three, so please forgive me if they’re too ooc! Also, I meant to write fem reader (minus Ivan since he’s… ya know) but I didn’t really end up using any gender specific language as I was writing so I just made reader gender neutral instead. Anyway, it was so so nice to write these three again, so thanks a bunch for sending this in! I’m sorry for how long this took, but I hope the wait was worth it! Enjoy!! (о´∀`о)】
【Divider by: @/diviniyae】
⋆.˚✮ Till ✮˚.⋆
‧₊˚ ┊ Till's not jealous. What are you talking about? You're just imagining things. So what he's pouty and huffy and petulant? Can't a guy just have a bad day without it having to do with the person who very obviously has a crush on you despite you being in a relationship??? Till's not jealous… at least that's what he'll swear up and down until he's red in the face. (Whether his red cheeks be from embarrassment, or from a lack of oxygen due to his frantic ranting is for you to decide lol.)
‧₊˚ ┊ As you might expect, Till's jealousy can be a lot to handle. If the person who has a crush on you decides to get too close for his liking, then there's a good chance that he'll lash out at them. Of course, as soon as Till gives the person crushing on you a piece of his mind — or a taste of his fists — he'll immediately isolate himself. He won't apologize to the other person because he's petty and wholeheartedly thinks he's in the right no matter what. Till will eventually apologize to you for acting out and making a scene, though. (He'll only ever apologize to you. With anyone else, it's like pulling teeth lol. He's definitely down bad.)
‧₊˚ ┊ Till's emotions are… intense to say the least. He feels everything very deeply, yet he often finds it somewhat difficult to actually label them. After some time, he can recognize that he's feeling jealous, but will outright deny it because he thinks it's embarrassing. Emotional vulnerability doesn't come easily to Till, so give him some grace and time to improve on this aspect of himself. With some encouragement, love, and reassurance of your love for him, he'll mellow out with his jealousy. That being said, Till will still get all pouty and huffy when jealous. (Old habits go hard lol.)
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ Ivan ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
‧₊˚ ┊ Being the Hall of Fame menace to society he is, Ivan is going to unleash full-on psychological warfare upon anyone who he so much as suspects has a crush on you. He's downright ruthless and will employ every underhanded tactic in the book to get the person crushing on you to back off. The dedication Ivan has to ruining the life of anyone with a crush on you is almost admirable if you look past how unhinged it is. (He's such a little freak I love him sm.)
‧₊˚ ┊ Ivan is going to ragebait the ever-loving shit out of the poor sod that went and fell for you. He will go so far as to purposefully talk about how loving and happy your relationship is in front of this person and if that doesn't work, then he'll just kick things up a notch. Ivan can and will makeout with you — I'm talking tongue down your throat, moaning and groaning for emphasis — in front of the person crushing on you. (Bro has no shame fr.)
‧₊˚ ┊ In the quieter moments, away from prying eyes, Ivan loses his bravado. As much he likes to act like a little shit, he really wants reassurance that you love him. So, if you notice Ivan growing quiet and distant after a bout of jealousy, give him some love. He's not exactly insecure in your relationship, but he secretly worries that you'll grow tired of him and his antics. While he knows that you love him, he can't help but panic the moment someone else shows an interest in you. Ivan's jealousy is a difficult beast to tame, but some reassurance and affection is enough to keep it dormant until the next unfortunate soul decides to develop a crush on you. (He may be a menace, but he's your menace, so be sure to treat him right).
˚₊‧꒰ა Luka ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
‧₊˚ ┊ For as sweet and angelic as Luka looks at first glance, it's all just a facade. He's cunning and manipulative and will absolutely use that to all but torture the person crushing on you. Luka will straight up gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss the person foolish enough to have a crush on you. He's straight up playing mind games that boarder on psychological warfare. Of course, Luka will make sure you never catch wind of his… exploits, and if you do, then he'll convince you that you're just imagining things. (He has psychological issues <3)
‧₊˚ ┊ Luka is a possessive little freak, so he takes someone having a crush on you as a deceleration of war. He will demean, degrade, and outright threaten the person crushing on you. Yes, he's frail and fragile thanks to his health conditions, but he has his ways of getting rid of the competition if he needs to. You, however, don't need to worry your pretty little head about all that! Just keep on loving Luka with everything you have and there won't be any problems, alright? (You may not agree with how he goes about it, but you gotta at least appreciate his dedication.)
‧₊˚ ┊ Despite his scheming and plotting, you may notice that Luka becomes more clingy than usual when he's jealous. He has a near constant need to be close to you as much as humanely possible, which is only exasperated when he perceives any sort of threat to your relationship. The best way to reassure Luka of your love for him is though physical affection. Kiss him, hug him, play with his hair, and he'll snap out of it and remember that he has nothing to worry about. Of course, Luka will forget all about the next time he gets jealous, but history is doomed to repeat itself and all that. (Is he obsessive? Yes, but he loves you lots and treats you well, so it kinda cancels out all the negative aspects… right?)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Through Physical Touch and Quality Time.
He would often lean against you when sitting down or hold your entire arm when standing.I feel like he would also play around with your hair while you sleep, not braiding it or anything just twirling it around and feeling it against his cold fingers.If you tried leaving him when he's tired he would most likely just flop down on top of you and *refuse* to move, he wouldn't listen to your complains and would just tightly wrap his arms around you for good measure.
Speaking of refusing to let you leave... He would follow you around like a lost puppy if he liked you enough.Going to class? Right behind you. Going to your room to sleep? You don't mind sharing a bed, right? Think about hanging out with other kids? Well unfortunately or fortunately he will *still* follow you and most likely scare the other kids away to be alone with you.
If you try doing something with him and he's just standing there staring at *you* instead of whatever you were trying to do with him, he probably doesn't gaf about the activity but if it means spending time with you he would do it (prooceds to do absolutely NOTHING except watch you and rest his entire body weight against you so you couldn't get away)
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Either you approached him first or he noticed you first, somehow...You probably met at Anakt garden woohoo!But lets say you approached him first, He was spacing out, sitting completely alone under a tree. Biting down at his sleeve until an unfamiliar shadow appeared infront of him.
"Hello! You're Luka, right?"
*:D*
And then he stares at you without saying a single word. So this can ALSO go two ways, either you awkwardly leave and you two only start hanging out LATER or you're very stubborn and just keep showing up and pestering him until he slowly starts tolerating you and the friendship slowly but surely blooms!
As a best friend, he would definitely be the Star to your moon, sun, eclipse or whatever you are idfk. If you were the loud and impulsive type he would be the one to pull you back before you got yourself hurt, if you were the logical and smart type he would blindly trust your opinions, thoughts and views. You would most likely shape the way he thinks about the others and views everything for a while though. If you were similar to him then like congrats you're gonna be stuck like glue with him, but no matter how different you are and even if you are the complete opposite of him he would always find you fascinating.
Overall an interesting best friend to have...
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Luka probably didn't know the concept of cuddling until he met you, when you asked one cold night if you could cuddle all you got was a confused head tilt and that was the moment you introduced him to cuddling, congrats, you have doomed yourself.
The first cuddling positions you would try were shingles and he did NOT like it. He just found out you can be as close to someone as you wished and the first thing you did was just letting him lay closer to you and rest his head on your arm? Absolutely not....
After that he did a bit of brainstorming, cuddling meant he could be as close as he wants and nobody could question it because you did kinda ask for it first, right? The next night you were both constantly moving around and trying different ways to cuddle because he was having the time of his life, he *loved* cuddling. Want Personal space? Too Bad, you did this to yourself and he's NEVER gonna let you move even an inch away from him.
He enjoyed being the little spoon at first but after realizing you can get away pretty quickly in that position he switched to mostly being the big spoon, now you can't leave. (Not like you wanted to, you're greedy aswell reader.)
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Settle down? Maybe in the afterlife. As long as he lives he will never truly be able to settle down. His Alien Fans and lifestyle wouldn't be able to handle it and would freak out the moment the Information gets leaked cuz of course it would. And also I dont think settling down would even cross his mind, you're together all the time and you aren't participating in the Alien stage yet, he doesn't have to worry, but if you want to... You can in the afterlife! He would do anything to stay with you anyway.
Cooking and cleaning? Well,For cooking, he was barely fed and he was never really taught how to cook because he was starved! Although he is definitely a quick learner, if you have the patience for it you could teach him how to cook basic dishes and allow him to continue learning on his own afterwards.
For cleaning.. he cleans *himself* alright, he can't be seen dirty by his fans now can he? He would also have a bare and sterile room (Canon), the small amount of things he has in there is mostly just music sheets, his Violin, clothes, books and a couple of gifts he was allowed to keep by Heperu. He does know how to clean his room and keep the little things he has organized. Though he rarely engages in heavy-duty domestic labor.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Either he was forced by Heperu because his Alien Fans found out and were furious or you died! Other than that he is NEVER leaving you. Good joke, though.
The break up letter was sent by Heperu.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
You do NOT have the time and you are NOT in the right place to even think about marriage brochacho, get back to singing.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Really depends, like reaaallyy depends. He can be gentle, as gentle as you want and as gentle as a flower but he can also be rough and manhandle you. One day he can hold you dearly, playing with your hair and holding you like you were a delicate doll he had been looking for years. And then the next he would be grabbing your wrist and yanking you back, it's a gamble with him.
Emotionally? He is numb. He cant grasp the concept of love fully, so no he would not be delicate. He can try but its like a mimic trying to lure you in with multiple attempts, he's gonna get it right eventually.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yes. Very tight hugs, you wont be able to breathe and you have to beg him to loosen up but he doesnt wanna let you go. Youre too precious to him, but you dont wanna truly let go either, right? Gives you Lots and Lots of hugs in private but outside he can only tightly grip your pinkies as you walk around. And sometimes he holds onto your sleeves like he did when he was a child too.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
If you help him somewhat understand the concept of love at the start of the relationship, the first 'I love you' comes just a couple of days afterwards. (Good luck though, he's emotionally numb from trauma.)
If you don't, it's still gonna be said pretty quickly. Maybe not as quickly if you tried helping him but it's inevitable.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Due to his trauma Luka expresses jealousy through deep insecurity, possessive control, and sudden outbursts of violence.His jealous results in attempts to tightly bind the people close to him to ensure they center only him. And also his lack of emotional maturity causes him to turn inward or react with extreme hostility.
He would tightly grab you and drag you away from whoever is speaking to you, yelling and even crying (perhaps age regressing?) to you once you get far away and when he finally stops the silent treatment arises, but only for a few days before he goes back to you. He isnt against using his manipulation to make you feel guilty and regrain control again.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Sometimes he's soft and gentle, he prefers kissing you on the lips more than anything. Though your neck is second on the list alongside your hands.
He can be rough after an experiment or a surgery. During that time he definitely starts biting you, trying to get rid of the pain or numbness.
He also enjoys having you pinned when kissing, either by holding your wrists above your head or pushing you against whatever furniture is nearby.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
I wouldn't trust him around kids, get that man AWAY. Not because he's a weirdo or whatever, but I genuinely believe that if he was forced to be around kids he wouldn't be able to stand them. It's my opinion so take it as a grain of Salt but he would be bothered by everything they do.
If they were to try and get close to him he would instinctively take a step back and the kid would try getting close again and it would just go around in circles. And I firmly believe that if a kid tried talking to him he would just tune them out like he did when he was young aswell. So like, he wouldn't hurt the kid? But don't bother trying to make him get along with one. (Unless the kid looks like you.)
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Luka has cyanosis and the grip of a fucking gorilla, you are *not* getting out in the morning. He's holding onto you like you might vanish like dust in the air and until he wakes up you wont be moving an inch.
He's also a deep sleeper due to his chronic fatigue, so when he finally wakes up he's gonna lean and rest against you until he proccesses he's alive.
Doesn't eat a lot due to his strict management but he appreciates when you sneak him some of your food while Heperu isn't looking. Just be careful otherwise he's gonna eat your entire breakfast.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Luka has a very long night routine to keep his beauty in check, he has a 20 minute shower (40 minutes on days where he washes his hair), he brushes his hair carefully for a certain amount of time and cleans his face carefully.
If you were to help him with his routine he would smile and then fold you like a pretzle/j By the time he finishes the routine he's dead exhausted and would want nothing more than to sleep, you have to carry him to bed. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep as long as you're there to cuddle with.
Because his room is so restrictive and sterile, it's often cold even by Luka's standard and he's used to being cold. The blanket is thin and doesnt provide much warmth, Luckily that's when you step in and help with your warm hugs and cuddles! Without them he would have a hard time sleeping comfortably.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He has a difficult time proccesing his emotions and trauma, due to that when in genuine danger or when he feels fear he age regresses so it's not easy to get him to open up when he himself doesn’t fully understand it. The only way for him to open up is by you noticing the way he acts, his habits and reactions. You would have to gently approach him and it would take some time to slowly peel away at the emotional walls he's built up without realizing. It would take months or even years for both you and him to understand it together and for him to finally open up in the end, and Maybe he won't ever truly open up with how detached he'd become.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He has a lot of patience. He's emotionally numb, from the years he's spent at Anakt garden he began to be detached, calm, and passive-aggressive. He uses Manipulation tactics to gain control over a situation even when it's a high stress one against an Opponent. He oftens smiles or teases his Opponents to throw them off Balance instead of snapping. And he masks his deep trauma and lack of control with a cool, smiling facade rather than violent outbursts.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)Luka is a very intelligent and sharp man. He remembers every Detail and takes mental notes in his mind whenever he notices something new or u unusual.
He displays high strategic intelligence, analytical calculation, and an acute ability to read other contestants. Sometimes he uses it to read *you* aswell, learning stuff about you before you yourself even realize it. If you were to quiz him he wouldn't get a single question wrong.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Fuck if know bro? I dont have anything for this part lol but probably when you became friends
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)
Luka is not protective; he is defined by manipulative and self-preserving behavior rather than a desire to shield others. Due to severe abuse and isolation at Anakt Garden, he struggles with genuine emotional reciprocity, leading to tragic outcomes like the death of Hyunwoo.
He is not protective, he is Recipient and Luka is famously the one protected or impacted by someone else's sacrifice.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Would try his best but like what can he do? You're in an Alien world and he's on a tight leash by Heperu, he might give you things he found and thought you would enjoy though.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He doesnt have typical bad habits but rather severe, trauma-induced psychological behaviors and coping Mechanisms.He reacts with detachment during moments of extreme violence, pain, or distress because he was conditioned through fear and abuse to treat survival like a game.
His most prominent 'habits' are:
— Inappropriate Emotional Responses
— Inability to Process Affection
— Seeking Control Through Domination
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Considering his beauty helps him get a lot of Fans and his owner a lot of money, *very*. His appearance is very important and he feels like he has to constantly mantain it even when he feels like giving up at life.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
For a while, yes. Luka would feel incomplete without you in his life but he doesnt have the time to mourn you and life goes on. He will eventually try to move on but there will always be this nagging feeling like something is missing from its place.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
When he was younger he would often sneak in bugs from outside in his room so it wouldn't feel as bland, Heperu was *not* happy to find 30 different Bugs Roaming around the sterile room.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Being vulnerable at the very start of the relationship or friendship and opening up quickly.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)He sleeps like a Rock and has the grip of a angry Gorilla. Thats all I could think of...
Hyuna is the type to drag you out of your shell. Once you’re part of the rebellion and going on missions though, she’s making sure you’re okay. They’ve all been through enough and she doesn’t want you to go through many more pain than necessary. Hyuna would love to hold you close to the little parties at the rebellion, grinning at you through the blaring music. If you start to get tired she’ll gladly give you her shoulder and carry you back to bed if you end up dozing off.
Luka doesn’t know what to do when it comes to dating, he’s shocked you even agreed to dating him in the first place. He’ll try and be cool but he’ll tremble when you first press a kiss to his lips. He clings to you whenever he can, he likes your companionship. He won’t show it outright but he’ll get jealous if you hang around anyone who could be competition.
Mizi adores you, she really does. You’re just so perfect! She’s a bit clueless to others feelings but to yours? She reads so far into them! Mizi knows your favorite flowers and will make little crowns out of them. She even convinces her alien into getting her treats so she’ll share them with you! Also Mizi loves it when you play with her hair, she never cared too much for it but after you start messing with it she starts to use the products the aliens gave her.
Sua's love is soft, she’s always lingering around you. She’s a comforting presence. The relationship is full of quiet chats about the day to deeper conversations. I don’t think she’d be very jealous, Sua’s loyal to you 100% so she believes you’d be loyal back. Besides, a lot of people have crushes on her so she doesn’t really care if someone else has feelings for you.
Till is shockingly stable. He is loyal and will remember thighs that you like and do little things for you. Maybe he’ll steal an extra snack or draw your favorite flower. Also there’s a lot of sketches of you in his notebook— he doesn’t think there’s a better model than you! Till genuinely can’t comprehend that you could be insecure but if you're ever upset, he's right next to you for support.
Like the rest of them, Ivan doesn't really know how to love. He really just relies on things he sees around him, which isn’t the best but he’ll slowly start to learn what you want and like and rely on that more than his surroundings…just give him a bit. Ivan doesn’t have a favorite way to spend time with you, he really just likes being around while you do things you enjoy. It makes him happy seeing you happy.
Um so like can you please do alnst x Mafuyu!Reader basically Mafuyu from pjsk
Till x Reader – The Quiet Support
Till was always cautious, unsure of how to approach others, especially those he wasn’t used to being around. But with you, there was a calming presence—one that didn’t demand attention but still made him feel seen.
You didn’t ask for much from him, and you certainly didn’t expect any grand displays of emotion. You simply were there, quietly helping when needed, always considerate of everyone around you.
"You’re... okay, right?" Till asked hesitantly one day, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded softly, your expression remaining neutral as always. "I’m fine. You should rest."
He wanted to push for more, but something about the way you spoke—gentle, but distant—made him stop. You weren’t closed off; you were just... careful with who you let in. And that was okay.He quietly returned to his seat, feeling a strange sense of peace in your presence.
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Ivan x Reader – The Silent Understanding
Ivan often watched you from a distance, intrigued by how effortlessly you navigated social situations, always there when someone needed help, but never truly engaging with anyone on a deeper level.
You were kind to everyone, yet there was a distance in your eyes that Ivan couldn’t ignore.
"You’re good at pretending," Ivan said one day, his gaze sharp as he caught you helping others without so much as a second thought.
You glanced at him briefly, your tone unchanged. "I’m not pretending. I’m just doing what’s needed."
Ivan was silent for a moment, contemplating your words. There was something about your dispassionate demeanor that caught his attention. You didn’t need validation, didn’t seek connection, but you still cared.
"You don’t let anyone in," Ivan muttered, his tone quieter than usual.
You met his gaze with a neutral expression. "It’s not necessary."
Ivan’s curiosity only deepened. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to understand you more.
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Luka x Reader – The Calm Before the Storm
Luka didn’t know why he was drawn to you—maybe it was your quiet strength, or perhaps the way you could keep a calm demeanor in even the most intense situations.
You were always helping, always doing for others, but when it came to yourself? You shut off, your emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference.
"You’re always so calm," Luka said one evening, breaking the silence between you. "How do you do it?"
You turned to face him, your expression passive. "I do what’s expected."
Luka didn’t push, sensing that it wasn’t the right time to ask more. But something about the way you spoke—so detached, yet so present—made him feel something he wasn’t used to: an unease he couldn’t shake.
He couldn’t help but wonder if, under all that calmness, there was more you weren’t saying.
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Dewey x Reader – The Honest Silence
Dewey had a tendency to tease those around him, but with you, he always found himself holding back. You were kind to everyone, but there was an emotional distance that made it hard for him to joke around like he usually would.
"You don’t say much, do you?" Dewey teased one day, watching as you helped a teammate with their task, your expression unchanged.
You didn’t seem offended—just uninterested in engaging with his usual antics. "I speak when it’s necessary," you replied, your tone calm but firm.
Dewey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Normally, people would be more annoyed by his teasing, but with you? You simply let it slide. There was a strange strength in that, he realized.
"You’re not like anyone else," Dewey said, his smirk faltering slightly.
You simply nodded, offering him a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. "I’m just doing my part."
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Isaac x Reader – The Quiet Care
Isaac wasn’t one to get attached to people easily, but something about you intrigued him. You were always kind, always doing your best to help, but there was something in your eyes that told him you didn’t care for the usual flattery or attention.
"You don’t ask for anything in return," Isaac said one day as he watched you quietly assist a teammate.
You paused, your gaze meeting his briefly. "I don’t need anything."
Isaac studied you for a moment, realizing that you were being truthful. You didn’t want praise or recognition; you just acted out of a sense of duty.
"That’s... different," Isaac muttered, feeling an unfamiliar sense of admiration for your selflessness.
You didn’t respond, simply offering a soft nod before returning to your task. And that was enough for him.
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Jacob x Reader – The Compassionate Observer
Jacob couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for people to rely on you. You were always there, always offering help and advice, but there was an emotional detachment to you that he couldn’t quite figure out.
"You’re always helping others," Jacob said one afternoon, watching you assist a fellow teammate. "But what about yourself?"
You shrugged, your expression neutral as you continued with your task. "I’m fine. I don’t need help."
Jacob tilted his head, not quite understanding. There was kindness in your actions, but it was as if you had no real attachment to any of it.
"I think you do need help," Jacob said, his tone gentle. "But you’re not used to asking for it."
You didn’t respond right away, but after a few moments, you simply nodded. "Maybe."
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Hyunwoo x Reader – The Calm in the Chaos
Hyunwoo often found himself in awe of how you moved through the world. You were kind, generous, and considerate, always putting others before yourself. But he could see the emotional distance in your eyes—the way you kept your emotions tightly guarded, especially when it came to yourself.
"You’re always so calm," he commented one evening, his voice quiet as he sat beside you. "How do you stay so composed?"
You turned to him, your expression neutral as always. "I don’t let things affect me."
Hyunwoo could tell there was more to your words than just that, but he didn’t press. Instead, he simply stayed by your side, appreciating the quiet comfort you provided.
"If you ever need someone to talk to..." he began, his voice soft.
You gave him a small, almost imperceptible smile. "I’m fine."
And Hyunwoo understood. You didn’t need anyone to fix things for you. You just needed space—and for that, he was more than willing to give it.
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Mizi x Reader – The Silent Strength
Mizi always seemed like a ball of energy, constantly keeping the mood light with her bright personality and infectious optimism. But when she noticed you—so calm, collected, and distant—it made her pause.
She often found herself trying to engage with you, to get a reaction, but you never gave much away. It was both frustrating and fascinating to her.
"You’re so different," Mizi said one day, laughing as she nudged your arm. "Why are you always so... serious?"
You gave her a soft, almost unreadable smile. "I’m not serious. I’m just doing what’s needed."
Mizi’s face softened at your words, as if trying to read more into them than what you’d given her. She could sense your kindness but also the invisible wall you’d built. She wasn’t upset, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something about you.
"You’re like a... mystery," Mizi said, her voice full of curiosity.
You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you offered her a brief glance. "I’m just not like everyone else."
Mizi didn’t mind. In fact, she liked it. You had a quiet strength about you that spoke volumes without needing to shout.
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Sua x Reader – The Silent Presence
Sua was often an enigma to everyone around her, effortlessly blending into the background while still drawing attention with her unexpected actions. She didn’t approach people, yet there was something in the way she watched you that felt different from her usual aloofness.
You were calm, distant, and there was a strange peace in your presence. Sua wasn’t one to engage in idle conversation, but when she found herself sitting next to you during a break, she didn’t move away.
"You’re... weird," Sua remarked suddenly, her tone flat but with a slight edge of amusement.
You turned to her with your usual neutral expression. "I’m not weird. I’m just quiet."
Sua studied you for a moment, her head tilting slightly. She wasn’t offended, not at all. In fact, she was intrigued. There was something about your dispassionate tone that pulled her in.
"You’re always so... unaffected," Sua mused, her voice almost wistful.
You met her gaze, your face still unreadable. "That’s the way things should be."
Sua didn’t push further. She liked the space you gave her, the understanding that was shared between you without any need for words.
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Hyuna x Reader – The Quiet Resilience
Hyuna was everything loud and bright, full of energy and life. But with you, she found herself holding back, not because she wanted to, but because there was something different about you.
You were generous, always willing to help, but there was an emotional distance that made it hard for Hyuna to get closer, despite her usual touchy and playful nature.
"You’re so calm," Hyuna said one afternoon, smiling as she leaned back against the wall. "Why don’t you let yourself go a little? You’ve gotta enjoy the moment, right?"
You didn’t immediately answer, your gaze distant, almost contemplative. "Enjoyment isn’t something I need."
Hyuna raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sharpness in your voice. She had expected something softer, but your dispassionate response only made her more curious."You care about others," she remarked, her tone softer now. "I can see that. But why not care about yourself too?"
You shrugged lightly, your eyes never quite meeting hers. "I’m fine as I am."
Hyuna didn’t press you further, but something about the way you said those words made her heart ache. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt like you were carrying more than you let on.
"If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here," Hyuna offered, her voice quieter than usual.
You met her gaze for a brief moment and nodded, acknowledging her words. "I know."
tags: polyamorous relationship, wholesome fluff, jealous boyfriends (not of each other), physical affection
dating all three of those guys is definitely an interesting dynamic! ivan and till already have history with each other, while luka is someone they just recently got to know, through you
ivan and luka are both smooth talkers, who really manage to sweep you off your feet with their sweet talk, compliments and all of that! they are both incredibly charming – and well liked by many!
till doesn't have that natural charm those two have, but he's way more of an open book to you! you can just read his emotions on his face, which makes it so easy to interact with him
till is also the most openly jealous one of the three! but just because ivan and luka can hide their jealousy doesn't mean they aren't incredibly jealous people as well!
the three of them do tolerate each other in the beginning stage of this relationship, before growing closer and actually starting to be friends. but if anyone else hits on you? oh boy, it's like letting three feral dogs lose on them! people quickly learn not to flirt with you (the hard way)…
all three of your boyfriends are very physically affectionate as well! luka easily is the most touchy, but ivan is quite smooth too. and till? well, seeing those two be all over you gives him the motivation to push through his nervousness and get closer to you as well!
. . thinking about the alien stage cast with an immortal!reader..
Warnings :: SUGGESTIVE. VERY SUGGESTIVE. plays with NSFW content, no gendered anatomy described however, gn!reader, mention blood play, weapons/weapon play, reader gets (or is implied to be) naked in all of these (implied: sua, till), readers blood is gold, degrading, death, violence, not graphic but not entirely innocent, reader is FUCKING OLD (chronologically..), degrading, they literally kill you but you can’t die.. so they make it freaky? Is there a name for that? Ig slightly yandere coded? LITERALLY A SEX MENTION (“like you’re about to come”), dw nothing explicit gang… Listened to “Your Love” by She Wants Revenge while writing these, and “Butcheress” by Rabbitology!
“This jacket’s from 1643. I’d like to keep it intact.”
Basic Information:
Name: It’s your name, of course!!
Age: 20’s physically. Cannot age.
Story: Despite centuries of life, you’ve retained a fragile kind of hope. You're weary, yes, but still gentle, still kind. Because if you lose that… then what’s left?
Even if you stay in your 20’s for the rest of your life, unable to truly age, you must still move forward.
You’ve survived plagues, wars, collapses, Alien Invasions™ — but none of them truly stuck with you. Until music. Humanity’s desperation, their need to sing when all else fails? That’s what makes you stay. That’s what you love.
You’ve refused Alien Stage for as long as you can remember — you know how dangerous it is. If you entered, you could never leave. The aliens would never let a living myth walk away now, would they? Look at what they’ve done to Luka.
You can’t die, and henceforth would kill the other opponent. And they don’t deserve that. They do not deserve death.
So you hide away from peering eyes.
You don’t want to be worshipped.
You want to be remembered right. For your love of music. Your strange doodles. Your favorite fruit that went extinct.
You’ve remembered every name of those who have crossed your path, even writing them down so you wouldn’t forget them. Every name, every soul, has a story. You’ve long come to realize that from your many years of living, thinking you’d have no other reason other than that.
But, now? You’ve found them.

Sua makes you kneel on silk.
Originally, you’d just handed her a dagger as she stares at the thing within her pale hands.
“1431. A jealous queen’s last kill. She swore to the corpse she’d never touch another.” You mention, standing in front of the short woman.
“And you want me to be her?” Sua softly speaks, brows slightly furrowed as she looks up at you.
“I want you to understand that even if you destroy me, I’ll crawl back to you.”
You bare your chest to her. Kneel before her.
“Right here.”
Then—
She stabs you in one clean motion.
No hesitation.
You gasp. Golden sprays her wrist, her cheek.
And you grab her shirt and kiss her with everything left in you.
It’s hungry. Brutal, even. And you moan into it.
You die in her arms. Still kissing.
And when you return, gold leaking from the corner of your mouth, she doesn’t even speak.
She grabs your face gently and kisses you again.
Now? This time, as you kneel on the silk before her, the dagger now is polished to gleam. She kneels behind you, kisses your shoulder.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my death.”
She drives the blade into your spine.
You choke, lurching forward. Gold splashes all around you.
She wraps her arms around you as you go limp. They envelop you, keeping you pressed against her as she begins whispering into your ear:
“You’re beautiful like this. Still. Quiet. Mine.”
And then she tilts your head to the side over your shoulder, and kisses you. Tongue slick with your blood. Your head lolls back into her mouth.
When you awaken, she doesn’t stop.
She keeps kissing you.
Keeps cutting.
Keeps whispering,
“More.”
Mizi holds the gun more steady now
You give her the pistol like it’s just an ordinary flower. She holds it like a poisonous snake trying to bite her.
“1920s. A wedding, a gun, a suicide. I watched the whole thing happen.”
Her hands are shaking.
“Please—don’t make me do this.”
You tuck hair behind her ear. All while smiling softly at her.
“I’m not making you. I’m offering myself. Because I want you to see the worst of me, and still be able to love me.”
Your hand guides hers. Now pointing the barrel to your heart.
Then—you lean forward.
And kiss her. Slow. Full. Sticky with her tears.
She gasps into your mouth, tears still falling.
And—she pulls the trigger.
Your body jolts. You stagger.
And yet, you’re still kissing her when your lungs collapse.
You die slumped against her, mouth still open, gold dripping onto her collarbone and seeping through her shirt.
When you come back, she’s still holding you like she’s praying.
“You’re not real,” she whispers, tears filling her vision.
You kiss her again. Softer this time. With a smile.
“But I’m yours.”
But this time? She holds the pistol like a dance partner now.
“I still have nightmares about the first time.”
“I don’t.”
You kneel. Chest bared for her.
“Show me how far love can go.”
She cries. But her hands are steady.
She places the barrel against your sternum. Then kisses you first. Slowly. Desperately.
“I’m going to kill you like I mean it this time.”
You nod in response, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Then, she fires.
Gold splashes her. You gasp, coughing on your own blood before—
You die with her name still in your throat.
And she kisses your dead lips until you gasp awake again, blood drying on your chin.
“You’re mine,” she whispers.
“Even if I have to kill you every night to believe it.”
Hyuna doesn’t even use a weapon this time.
At first, when you first handed her the gun, she was confused. It was after a mission and the two of you were just lounging about.
“1871. A rebel missed. His lover forgave him anyway.”
You give it to her.
She’s shaking, staring in disbelief. You kneel in-between her legs, wrapping your arms around her waist.
“Kill me. If that’s what it takes for you to believe me.”
She cries as she holds the gun.
“I’ve lost too many people. I can’t lose you too.”
You smile. You lean in.
And kiss her.
It’s a mess. Desperate. Loud, even.
And then, in the midst of it all, she fires.
You slump forward. Still kissing her.
And when you return to your consciousness—bleeding and smiling—you find her still frozen, just staring at you. Your head resting within her lap, the gun on your chest.
Your gold blood is still on her lips.
And you lean up and kiss her again.
Longer this time.
As if sealing a promise.
The second time? It’s not a gun.
It’s her teeth.
She pushes you down against a wall. Unbuttons your shirt. Hands sticky with wine after the long night.
“No weapon. No steel. I want to feel you break under me.”
She bites your throat. Hard. Blood spurts. You gasp.
Then she punches you in the gut—once, twice, until your organs rupture.
You’re slumping.
And she’s kissing your mouth between every blow.
“Come on,” she whispers.
“Die for me. Show me I still matter.”
You do.
And when you wake up against the couch with her hovering above you still, she then straddles you. Your blood in her mouth dripping out, but she doesn’t care, just caging your head with her arms.
“God, you’re disgusting. Let’s do it again.”
Ivan has become obsessed.
When you first spoke of it, you pressed the scalpel into his hands. Glinting under the sterile lights, you’d cleaned it before handing it to him.
“A hospital in 1952. The doctor fell in love with every patient. He called it healing.”
Ivan blinks slowly.
“You want me to operate on you, or murder you?”
“Both, if it means you’ll kiss me first.”
He doesn’t laugh. He studies you. Cold. Sharp. Unreadable.
You guide the blade to your wrist. Drag it down until gold pours free.
He doesn’t stop you. He watches. Face frozen.
“Does it hurt?” he whispers.
“Only if you leave.”
He kneels. Stares up at you. Then—so sudden you don’t flinch—he presses his mouth to yours.
It’s warm. Slow. Open. Sticky with blood.
You whisper against his mouth, “Slit my throat.”
And he does.
It’s clean. Precise. Quick.
Your body twitches as gold sprays from your throat. And yet—your lips never leave his.
You die with your tongue still inside his mouth.
And when you return, breathing shallow, you finish the kiss properly.
Ivan looks wrecked. His voice cracks.
“I thought I’d have to lose you to keep you.”
“You did. And you still kissed me.”
He has posed you like a study. You’re lying naked across a table, wrists open, ribs bare. And yet, you don’t mind it.
He’s already cut you tonight.
Just to see.
He kisses your shoulder. Then your neck. Then your thigh. All gold-stained, from your blood, from the amount of times he kissed you all over while cutting up your body.
“Every part of you grows back… Does that mean I can take everything?”
“Do you want to try?”
You offer him the scalpel again next to you which he’d placed down. And this time, he sinks it into your sternum slowly.
Your body arches under him.
You whimper. Bleeding for him.
And he kisses you during the entire process. Desperate. Deep. Hands on your broken ribcage as your chest collapses.
“You’re still warm. Even dying.”
And just before your heart gives out, you mutter to him :
“Make me feel yours again.”
And he kisses you one more time before you die under him.
When you return from unconsciousness, he’s still there.
Still kissing your lips.
Still trembling atop of you.
“You’re disgusting,” he whispers, his hand now gripping the scalpel so tightly his knuckles are white.
“And I’d still do it again.”
Till asks if he can while lying in your arms.
He sits with you in a greenhouse, one made by the aliens thinking “humans would thrive better in an environment more akin to that of their old home planet”. Midnight dew coating the petals around you. You press the obsidian blade into his hands like a sacrament.
“I watched this blade cut out a heart for a god. The crowd screamed.”
He gulps audibly. His voice breaks.
“Why would you let me use it on you?”
“Because even if you carved me open, I’d still reach for your hand.”
You kiss him first.
It’s hesitant. Tender. He gasps when your tongue brushes his—sweet and sticky with blood already leaking into your mouth.
You guide the blade to your abdomen. He trembles. He’s crying already, tears blurring his vision.
“Push. I’ll hold you through it.” You encourage in-between kisses
And so, he stabs.
You twitch, then moan. Not from pain—but from surrender. Your fingers stay tangled in his.
You slump against him, blood painting his lap gold.
“Even death can’t take me from you,” you whisper against his skin.
When your body stills, he kisses your lips again—still warm. Still slick with your blood.
You wake up in his arms, your mouth already finding his.
“I dream about killing you now. Is that okay?”
That’s what he asks the next time.
“Yes.”
You offer the obsidian blade like a gift again. He straddles your lap, trembling, tears already welling up in his eyes.
He kisses your jaw.
“Last time I cried. This time… I want to see what happens if I go deeper.”
You gasp, not dramatic — just.. a soft gasp, just from shock of being kissed.
“You can. I won’t stop you.”
He kisses you. Soft, fevered, blood-sweet. Then drives the blade between your ribs, down, twisting.
You cry out—more from the intimacy than the pain.
“You always make a sound right before your eyes roll back,” he breathes. His other hand rests on your hip, keeping you steady.
“Like… like you’re about to come.”
You smile at that.
And die in his arms again.
He kisses your dead mouth. Keeps kissing. Until you jolt back to life beneath him.
“Again,” you beg.
“Again,” he says.
Luka ends up cornering you this time.
It’s late. Quiet. The kind of quiet that only happens after someone’s screamed too much to go on.
You place the knife in his palm. Spanish steel, heavy with history.
“1844. A duel. One man died. The other never touched anyone again.”
He turns it in his hands, scoffing.
“And you think I care about some lovesick fool with a blade?”
“I think you already are one.”
You remove your shirt. Let your chest show, golden veins of blood beneath skin. Your voice is soft.
“Right here. Under the ribs. You’ll feel it hit the heart.”
He doesn’t move.
You walk to him. Guide his hand. Let him feel your steady heartbeat.
“This is yours. Even if you stop it.”
And that’s what breaks him.
He thrusts the blade in.
You jerk—but you smile. Gold pours from your lips.
And before the light leaves your eyes, you kiss him. Your blood smears his mouth, his chin, your joined lips.
You gasp his name into the kiss. And collapse.
He holds you.
You come back. Seconds later. Chest still glowing. Mouth still brushing his.
“Now you know I’m yours.”
He doesn’t speak.
He just grabs your face and kisses you again—this time not as your killer, but as your devotee.
It’s dark once again while doing so. The same Spanish dagger in hand. Still faintly stained with your blood from before.
He doesn’t ask this time.
“Take off your shirt.”
You do.
“Kneel.”
You do.
He presses the blade to your chest—not to kill you, not yet. Just to watch your body shiver beneath it.
And he leans in.
“Tell me who this blade really belonged to.” He demands, his voice still soft.
“A man who killed his lover. Then carved his name into his own throat.” You say, eyes drifting off elsewhere
His eyes gleam.
“That sounds familiar.”
Then, he stabs you mid-kiss. And this time, he doesn’t look away.
Your body lurches forward, gold spilling out, tongue still tangled with his.
You’re dying. Again.
And Luka moans into your mouth.
“You’re mine. You don’t get to die without kissing me first.”
When you come back, he doesn’t let you speak.
He just pulls you back down. Tongue, teeth, gold between your lips like honey. It’s all just heat between you.
A/N: I’m literally dying. Sos. Anyways, I love my husband Till. Please don’t mind how sloppily written this is..
HIIIII!!!!! :3 IT'S BEEN DECADES I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS REQ WITH UUUUUU
so um can you do Ivan,Till,and Luka x gn!reader who's a yandere headcannons+ it takes place in Anakt Garden but close to when ALNST is gonna start
(this last part is optional so if you feel uncomfortable including it then js ignore this part ofc but Maybe just maybeeeee reader does sh and uses that to make their lover stay with them? JUST A MAYBE OFC!!!!) and as always with my reqs if you don't feel comfortable answering it then don't answer/write it PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU WRITING ANYTHING THAT CROSSES UR BOUNDARIES I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!! also ur pfp is so cute<3 sorry for this being so long I yap a lot;3
ALNST boys with Yandere Reader- Headcanons (DARK CONTENT)
Pairings: Till ! Ivan ! Luka x Gender Neutral Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Summary: In ANAKT Garden, love didn't need to be pure. It just needed to last.
Hey Siri, play author's note.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10: Hi sage!!! I lowkey got carried away writing this, but I hope you enjoy this, and thank you for requesting. I don't mind writing sh so I tried to incorporate it as best as I could, first time writing something with it, and so sorry for the wait!! No worries, this wasn't too long at all, I'm a yapper too!! ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ Also ty!! I love NANA!!!
Warnings: obsessive/manipulative behavior, unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamics, mutual toxicity, slight stockholm if you squint, depending on reader, slight love bombing, yandere/yandere undertones (reader), guilt tripping, and self-harm mentions and self-harm threats.
TILL:
The way you guys met
• You and Till likely bonded through music or art, both of you escaping the oppressive weight of the Garden through creation, making something real in a garden of fake trees and breeze. You didn't talk much at first; you just watched him, like how a hawk watched its prey, you noticed the way his hands trembled when he played, the small frown when he messed up a chord.
• What began as quiet admiration became fixation. You saw the way others looked at him, Urak's "project," Ivan's "friend," Luka's "rival." You hated that word rival. Till wasn't anyone's rival. He was yours.
• The first time you called him that, softly, Mine, he'd laughed nervously. Now he doesn't laugh at all when you say it, he just tenses up.
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His view of you
• Till doesn't recognize obsession for what it is at least not right away that is. He's used to people controlling him, to affection being conditional. At first, your clinginess feels like safety; your constant attention feels like care.
• He grows dependent on you quickly. You're the only person who doesn't make him perform to earn affection. You don't demand songs or sketches; you just watch, and somehow that's worse because as easily you give that attention and affection to him it could easily be gone before he could blink.
• He doesn't realize how much he's shaped his days around you until he tries to leave for an hour and you threaten that you'll harm yourself if he leaves you alone and he feels guilty because he would never want anything to help you so he reluctantly stays.
• When you start to manipulate him emotionally and not just physically— pretending you're hurt when he doesn't answer right away, quietly implying you'll fall apart if he distances himself — he knows it's wrong. But he can't bring himself to be angry. He's too afraid of losing someone who looks at him like he's more than a broken thing.
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Your behavior towards him
• You are gentle but strategic every touch deliberate, every sigh calculated to tug at his guilt. You speak softly, almost mournfully, so he never feels attacked just responsible for what you could do.
• "You don't have to stay," you say, "but I don't know what I'll do to myself if you go." You say it like you're confessing weakness as well as leaving him no other choice but to stay with you.
• You never raise your voice with him. You don't need to. The quiet disappointment and seeing the self-inflicted scars on your body break him faster than any anger ever could.
• You always find subtle ways to remind him that you're the only safe one: feeding him, fixing his collar, helping him with his art supplies, small, tender acts that make him feel owned, knowing he could never try and leave without the consequence of you being there to remind him, without ever realizing it.
• You never talk badly about Ivan, Mizi, or anyone to his face; you just suggest things. "She seems distracted lately," or "I think Ivan only wants something from you." You plant doubt like seeds, and he doesn't even realize he's watering them.
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His reactions when you get possessive
• Till's first instinct is to shrink. When you say, "Don't go with them tonight," he always tries to reason with you, voice small: "They'll notice if I don't."
• He doesn't fight. He just sighs, shoulders curling inward, before eventually giving in. "Fine. Just for tonight." And then it becomes every night.
• When you sulk, look sad, or threaten him with yourself? He panics. You've seen him drop an entire instrument once just to rush over and ask what's wrong. You didn't even have to say anything the silence was enough.
• Sometimes, he'll try to push back, "You can't keep doing this to me." But his voice always falters before the end. He doesn't believe himself enough to finish the sentence.
• When he does get frustrated, his temper tantrum is small — he ignores your calls for him for an hour, locks himself in his "studio." But the guilt eats him alive, and he always comes back first apologizing and begging you to look at him and say you forgive him, even when he isn't the one who is at fault.
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When you break down (and use it)
• You've learned that your sadness, the way you threaten that you'll hurt yourself? That scares him more than your anger. The minute your voice cracks and your eyes begin to fill with tears, he folds.
• "If I'm too much for you, I'll—I'll stop," you say. He's shaking his head before you finish. "Don't say that. Don't—just don't."
• You might disappear for a few hours to make him panic, only to reappear with a hollow smile and say, "I just needed to clear my head." He clings to you tighter afterward, terrified you'll vanish again, but this time forever.
• You never actually hurt him, but your words twist his fears into loyalty. He starts apologizing for things he didn't do, promising things you never asked for.
• Eventually, you don't have to manipulate him anymore. He starts policing himself — avoiding others, prioritizing you — just to keep you from breaking again.
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Small details
• Till sketches you constantly, not because you ask, but because he needs to prove to himself you're real. Sometimes, he'll draw you sleeping, curled against him, and he'll hide the page before you wake up.
• He lets you touch his collar, something he never allows anyone else to do, the little light in the middle flickering yellow. The first time you traced your fingers along it, he flinched, then whispered, "Only you."
• You know every song he's ever written, even the ones for Alien Stage — and you know which ones are about you. When he denies it, you just smile. He doesn't argue anymore.
• You keep small tokens from him: a broken guitar pick, a doodle, a lock of gray hair from when he trimmed it. You keep them like relics, tucked away in a small box only you open.
• He performs songs that he writes for you; you're the first person who gets to listen to them. Afterward, he catches you humming the tune of the song. Now, afterward, if he doesn't hear you humming the tune of the song, he loses his normal rhythm, and he starts to overthink everything. To others, it could just look like his nerves are getting the best of him, but you know it's dependency.
ꫂ❁
When he realizes what you are
• The realization comes slow, like water seeping into cracks.
• One night, he stares at you at the softness of your expression when you say, "I missed you," and the darkness in your eyes when he hesitates, something in him clicks.
• He doesn't confront you. He doesn't run. He just sits there quietly, hand gripping yours, and whispers, "Even if it's wrong... it still feels like love."
• And maybe that's what traps him more than anything, the idea that even twisted the love that he can't leave without the consequence of you is better than none.
ꫂ❁
How it looks to others
• Mizi notices first the way Till always sits next to you now, not bothering her anymore, nor looking her way, the way his music has turned softer, lonelier. Ivan teases him about being "housebroken." Till just blushes and says nothing.
• The others in the garden think it's cute. "They're just clingy," they joke.
• Urak probably finds it entertaining watching his pet, once broken, now willingly tethering himself to another chain.
• Only you and Till know the truth: that what binds him isn't fear, or obligation, it's the quiet, painful, and even sometimes bloody version of love that only people in cages can understand.
IVAN:
How you met
• Ivan was never easy to approach. He watched everything, measured everyone. You caught his attention not by speaking but by staying silent when everyone else begged to be noticed.
• You intrigued him because you didn't react the way others did. You didn't flinch under his stare, didn't try to charm him. You simply waited until he started the conversation, and that alone hooked him.
• When he learned you could read people almost as well as he could, he became fascinated. A mirrored mind, manipulative, careful, deliberate.
• From fascination bloomed obsession, but you made sure to stay just one step ahead. By the time Ivan realized you'd wrapped around him emotionally, it was already too late.
ꫂ❁
How Ivan views you
• To Ivan, you're a puzzle that feels dangerous to solve. He knows something isn't right about the way you cling to him, the way you wince when your sleeves get caught in something, but he's too enamored to stop analyzing.
• He doesn't fall in love like others do. He studies love, deconstructs it, then decides whether it's useful to him. You make him abandon that logic.
• He tells himself he's not owned by you, that he's only humoring you. But every time you disappear from a room, his calm facade begins to fracture.
• He both resents and adores how much you affect him. The dependency you cultivate in him makes him furious, but in the end, you're the drug that he's allowed himself to get addicted to.
ꫂ❁
Your behavior toward him
• You never treat Ivan like a subordinate — instead, you praise his intelligence. You call him clever, steady, brilliant. You know he thrives on being acknowledged as the one who understands what no one else can.
• You plant your possessiveness subtly: "You're the only one I can talk to like this," or "No one sees me like you do." To someone as proud and introspective as Ivan, that sounds like worship.
• You rarely scold or beg. Instead, you use guilt. You sigh and say, "You always look away when I need you most." You clench your fingernails into your palms to the point they start to draw blood, staining the ends of your sleeves.
• You let him believe he's still in control, that he's the one choosing you. But you guide every move, your restraint is your weapon.
ꫂ❁
His reaction to your possessiveness
• At first, Ivan laughs it off. He calls you "dramatic," tells you you're "addicted to him." You don't deny it, you just smile.
• He tries to test you. He'll vanish for a few hours to see how you'll react. When you do react, you send a short message that says, "If you're not coming back, I won't bother eating tonight." He feels something between irritation and panic.
• He returns sooner than he meant to. You never mention it. You don't have to; the look in your eyes says it all.
• If you accuse him of being distant, he doesn't apologize; he challenges you. "You think I belong to you?"
You meet his gaze and whisper, "Don't you?"
He hates that his heart skips when you say it.
• Over time, Ivan stops trying to win. He rationalizes staying as "observation," but the truth is simpler: he enjoys the chaos, the pain, and the love you bring.
ꫂ❁
The arguments
• Your fights aren't loud, they're chess matches. He'll dissect your motives; you'll twist his logic until he questions his own conclusions.
• "You're manipulating me," he accuses once.
"If you knew that," you answer softly, "you wouldn't still be here."
He goes silent, because you're right.
• You never lie to him, at least not outright; you just leave gaps for him to fill. Ivan hates uncertainty, and he always fills those spaces in your favor.
• When he walks away, you don't chase him. You wait until the silence gets to him, until the thought of you not waiting becomes unbearable. Then he returns, pretending it was his choice.
ꫂ❁
How he shows devotion
• Ivan's devotion is subtle but absolute. He never says "I love you" — he just proves it.
• He memorizes your routines, your favorite drink, your nervous habits. If someone looks at you too long, he steps closer without a word, and when you start to dig your fingernails into your palms, he stops you before you're able to make yourself bleed.
• When you look tired, he pretends it's nothing, but later you'll find food waiting where he knows you'll find it. He'll never admit it was him.
• If anyone dares to question your relationship, Ivan doesn't argue. He just looks at them until they stop talking.
• He'll tell you, quietly, "I don't do loyalty. I do fixation." And it's the truest thing he's ever said to you.
ꫂ❁
When you get manipulative
• You know Ivan values control, so you use helplessness. When he sees you vulnerable, shaking, teary-eyed, it short-circuits every defense he has.
• You never scream; you simply crumble, whispering, "I know you don't need me. No one ever does."
• He's holding you before you finish the sentence. "Stop that," he says. "You know that's not true."
• You tilt your head and ask softly, "Then prove it."
• He always does. He stays, talks, touches your face like he's grounding himself because he's learned that when you say you're "fine," it means you're thinking of doing something that once you do it, he can't fix it.
ꫂ❁
The subtle threats
• You never threaten Ivan directly. He's too perceptive for that. Instead, you frame your fear as inevitability.
"If you ever get tired of me, I won't chase you," you say. "I'll just... stop existing in your world."
He knows what you're doing, but the thought of you disappearing makes him nauseous.
• Sometimes you'll mutter, "I don't know what I'd do to myself without you." He pretends to roll his eyes, but later that night, he'll end up at your door anyway, as if to make sure you're still breathing.
• You don't realize how deeply you've gotten under his skin until he starts saying things like, "Don't talk like that, it sounds like goodbye."
ꫂ❁
Small details
• Ivan carries one of your belongings everywhere — something small and unassuming: a ring, a page from your notebook. He calls it "habit." It's not.
• When he reads, he leaves the book open on the last line that reminds him of you, as if marking proof of something he won't admit.
• He teases you about your clinginess, but when you ignore him for too long, he gets restless. His usually calm demeanor cracks: he starts pacing.
• You once told him, "If I ever disappeared, would you find me?"
He didn't hesitate. "There's nowhere you could go that I wouldn't."
ꫂ❁
When he realizes what you are
• He figures it out early; he's too smart not to. But instead of recoiling, he leans in.
• "You're dangerous," he says one night, voice calm. "You could ruin me if you wanted."
You smile faintly. "I already have."
• He studies you like the way the aliens study humans, fascinated, aware, addicted.
• The truth is, Ivan likes being consumed, as long as he gets to choose the fire. And with you, he always convinces himself it's his decision.
ꫂ❁
What others notice
• Till calls you both toxic geniuses. He's not wrong.
• Luka finds your relationship "amusing," saying, "You two manipulate each other so well, it's practically romance."
• Unsha likely suspects Ivan's distraction instead when he should be focusing on Alien Stage since it's coming up, but says nothing; he knows better than to interfere in something Ivan has claimed.
• The others in the garden see only your balance, the quiet, poised, strangely intimate dynamic. They don't see the tension beneath: the mutual control, the unspoken promise that neither of you will ever truly let the other go.
LUKA:
How you met
• Luka always maintained a polished exterior, the perfect idol, prince, the flawless performer. You saw the cracks. You noticed the pain behind his pale-yellow eyes, the exhaustion in his hands when he tuned the violin, the subtle way he tried to hide the scars on his body.
• Your first interaction wasn't flashy; it wasn't smiles or teasing. You just spoke to him honestly, quietly remarking on the tension in his posture, the way his breath hitched when he thought no one was watching.
• He was intrigued and slightly wary; few people could do that without flattery or fear. You didn't fear him like the others in the garden did. You didn't fawn over him like the aliens did. You simply noticed him.
• That simple act of acknowledgment, coupled with your intense focus, made him start noticing you everywhere — your small habits, your quiet ways of observing. Before he realized, he was curious about you, then fascinated, then subtly addicted.
ꫂ❁
How Luka views you
• Luka is used to being in control; he manipulates and observes for survival, for gain. You disrupt that. He can't control how you affect him, and it unnerves him.
• He sees you as dangerous emotionally, mentally, and a mind sharp enough to anticipate his moves. But he also sees you as the only person he doesn't have to perform for. With you, he can drop the façade, though carefully.
• Unlike Ivan, Luka doesn't panic immediately at your manipulation. He recognizes it, analyzes it, and even teases you. But deep down, he is fascinated by your obsession. He knows he could leave, but he doesn't want to because no one else makes him feel this seen, this needed, not even Hyuna did that.
• You challenge him in ways others can't. You break through his calculated calm with subtle pressure, and he secretly enjoys it.
ꫂ❁
Your behavior toward him
• You give Luka attention in precisely measured doses. Enough to make him crave more, but not so much that he feels in control.
• You use quiet jealousy instead of confrontation: "I didn't know you'd be practicing with them today. I thought I was the only one who mattered."
• You never yell, never rage, you simply act hurt, or slightly cold, and wait. Luka notices. He always notices.
• You know his routines, his triggers, his habits. You make him feel safe yet subtly dependent on you for emotional validation.
• Small gestures, touching his hair, brushing against his arm, keeping a quiet presence in his practice rooms, make him feel tethered.
ꫂ❁
His reaction to your possessiveness
• Luka responds to your manipulation with a mix of amusement and fascination. He'll tease you about it: "You know, you're ridiculous," he'll say with a smirk.
• But when your words or gestures hint at emotional danger, even subtly, his amusement vanishes instantly. He's perceptive enough to notice even your faintest "threats" of absence or despair.
• He rarely argues. Instead, he acts preemptively: if he senses you might sulk, he adjusts his behavior, stays close, or reassures you quietly.
• Unlike Till, he doesn't panic outwardly. Instead, he internalizes the stakes, and your emotional manipulation feeds a strange kind of obsession in him.
ꫂ❁
Emotional manipulation with Luka
• He knows what you are. He respects it not because he wants to be controlled, but because he's intrigued by the precision and depth of your obsession.
• You never need to threaten violence. You simply imply absence, withdrawal, or heartbreak. "If you leave me to perform alone, don't expect me to be in one piece when I see you next," and Luka simply responds with a quiet chuckle and a dangerous half-smile: "You wouldn't dare."
• But he knows you would. And it excites and unnerves him in equal measure.
• You exploit his need for validation, praising him in public, lingering behind the scenes, touching his arm in subtle ways. He craves it. He admits it to no one.
ꫂ❁
His dependence
• Luka doesn't need anyone... except, now, you. He might claim independence, but you're always in his thoughts, quietly tethering him.
• He starts prioritizing your presence: sitting closer, glancing at you during rehearsals, even adjusting schedules to see you more often.
• The obsession is mutual; he recognizes your control and, in secret, wants it. He thrives on it, even as he pretends he doesn't.
ꫂ❁
Subtle possessive moments
• Luka touches you almost imperceptibly, a brush of a hand, holding your wrist, which makes you flinch at the sting of the marks, a reminder of your actions, but he does these touches for just a second longer than needed.
• He notices every small thing you leave behind, a sweater for when the facility gets cold, a notebook, a pen, and keeps them with him. Not out of sentimentality, but proof of possession.
• He occasionally teases you: "You're absurd," but the word carries warmth, affection, and restraint.
• He may openly mock other contestants who try to flirt with you, but always elegantly, subtly, leaving you flustered.
• Especially with others, Luka's observation is sharp. He notices how they interact with you, and he manipulates subtly to keep your attention balanced and stable, but always leaning toward him.
• He rarely intervenes aggressively. He lets the emotional tension simmer, quietly ensuring you never stray. He maintains composure, but in private, he is completely attuned to you. He'll quietly tell you, "You're always going to be mine," almost as a joke, but you know he means it.
ꫂ❁
Vulnerability moments
• Luka has chronic migraines and heart issues. You use this gently. The smallest hint of concern from you will make him stop, pause, or even cling quietly.
• He trusts you with things he would never reveal to anyone else — pain, memories, insecurities.
• You know exactly how far to push him emotionally: enough to see a crack, never enough to break him.
ꫂ❁
How he realizes your depth
• Luka realizes the extent of your tendencies slowly, through subtle actions: the way you linger in hallways to make sure he returns, the quiet hints of what would happen if he left, the careful balance of tenderness and threat.
• He doesn't recoil. He admits his fascination to himself.
• "You could destroy me," he whispers once in private.
• You smile softly. "I already have by destroying myself."
• He stays, not out of fear, but because no one else can match your intensity or see through him like you do.
ꫂ❁
How others see it
• To outsiders, Luka appears composed, elegant, and occasionally teasing with you. They don't see the depth of mutual obsession.
• The others in the garden notice the small ways he adjusts to your moods, staying behind when you seem fragile, leaning toward you when others approach.
•Everyone is quietly wary, noticing the way Luka sometimes mirrors your tendencies in his own obsession, though he doesn't comment.
• Privately, Luka almost laughs to himself, knowing he has finally met his match.
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✮ WARNING!! Ivan ig—
"Nothing’s wrong," you breathe.
You say the words, but for a split second, your heart hammers a terrified, jagged rhythm against your ribs. A phantom ache ghosts across your skull, a sick, wet tear of flesh, the distant, echoing scream of a family wearing shadows.
But you blink, and it’s gone. Washed away completely by the blinding, pristine light of Anakt Garden.
You don’t remember the rain-slicked gargoyles of Gotham. You don't know the smell of Dick's leather jacket, the crushing weight of the Wayne legacy, or the brutal way you died.
"Come on, sleepyhead!" Mizi’s bright, bubbly voice snaps you back to reality. Her warm hand grabs yours, her pink hair bouncing as she hauls you up from the soft, synthetic grass. "We're going to miss vocal practice!"
You laugh, letting her pull you down those gleaming, endless white halls. This is your whole world now. You spend your mornings chasing the breathless burn in your lungs, spinning across mirrored dance studios until the choreography is stamped into your very bones. You bleed your soul into the microphone, learning to hit soaring notes that make the Garden’s glass walls tremble. It’s a grueling routine, but there's a strange, pure beauty to it.
When rest time finally rolls around, you collapse under the shade of the artificial willow trees. Sua is already there, a picture of quiet grace. She smiles softly, shifting closer so her fingers can gently untangle the knots from your sweaty hair. "Your rhythm was flawless today," Sua murmurs, pressing a cold bottle of water into your hands. "Right?!" Mizi chimes in, throwing her arms around your neck and burying her face in your shoulder. "You were practically flying out there!"
A few feet away, Till is scowling at a crumpled piece of sheet music, aggressively scratching out chords with a pencil. You push yourself up, pad over to his spot in the grass, and playfully pluck the pencil right out of his hand.
"Your transition is too sharp," you tease, tapping the center of his paper. "Try softening the melody here". Till snatches the pencil back, the tips of his ears burning bright red. "I didn't ask for your help, idiot," he grumbles but you watch him immediately erase his work and scribble down exactly what you suggested.
You just smile, tilting your head back to soak in the artificial sun.
There are no masks here. No desperate need to prove yourself to a distant father, no deep-seated fear of abandonment. It’s just you, the music, and the innocent warmth of your friends. You have absolutely no idea that this beautiful garden is just an alien slaughterhouse, or that a family of bats in another universe is currently tearing their city to the ground, desperately searching for a body they will never find.
Right now, you are just a girl, perfectly content, learning how to sing.
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Time in Anakt Garden doesn’t flow; it pools. It collects in perfect, crystal-clear puddles that reflect an unchanging, synthetic sky. You don’t measure the passing of your life in seasons, because the climate control never allows the leaves of the artificial willow trees to brown. Instead, you measure your life in octaves. In the callouses building on your fingertips. In the widening range of your vocal cords and the precise, mechanical ticking of the silver metronomes that dictate your every waking hour.
You grow up bathed in blinding white light and a suffocating, terrifying perfection.
The early years blur into a haze of rigorous repetition. From the moment the gentle, chiming alarm wakes you in your sterile dormitory, your life is consumed by sound. There are the breath-control exercises that leave your lungs burning, the scales sung until your throat feels raw and bleeding, the dance routines practiced on scuffed hardwood floors until your muscles tremble in exhaustion.
You are a creature built of melody and rhythm, molded by the heavy, unseen gaze of the Caretakers, the massive, shadowy figures behind the tinted observation glass who evaluate your worth through the scratch of their datapads.
But you are not alone in the glass cage.
"You're overthinking the tempo again," Sua’s voice is a cool, soothing balm against the sharp sting of your frustration.
It’s late afternoon, the designated rest period, and the three of you are tangled together on the grassy slope of the indoor park. You are resting your head next to Sua’s lap, her slender, elegant fingers gently working a knot out of your hair. She is always like this, an anchor of quiet grace in a world that demands chaotic brilliance.
"I can't help it," you sigh, closing your eyes. "The tutor for the brass section kept tapping his claws against the glass. It throws my rhythm off"
"Then don't listen to the glass. Listen to me" Mizi drops down beside you, practically radiating sunshine. She smells of the synthetic peaches they serve in the dining hall, her pink hair a messy halo around her face. She leans over, pressing her forehead against yours, her golden eyes wide and earnest. "When you get scared, just look at me and Sua. We’ll keep the beat for you. Promise!"
You can't help the laugh that bubbles up in your chest. Mizi is gravity. She pulls you and Sua into her orbit with a fierce, unrelenting joy that feels entirely out of place in the cold architecture of the Garden. Sua’s hand pauses in your hair, her dark eyes softening as she looks at Mizi. There is a deep, unspoken universe between the two of them, a silent language in the way Sua leans into Mizi’s touch. You are a part of their warmth, safely cocooned in their love.
But as the years bleed from childhood into adolescence, the dynamics of your small world begin to shift, stretching and pulling like guitar strings tuned a half-step too high. The music becomes heavier. The expectations turn crushing.
And Till… Till becomes a storm.
Where Mizi is light and Sua is water, Till is pure, unfiltered fire. He grows into a teenager all sharp angles and bruised knuckles, his teal eyes burning with a perpetual, wordless fury against the walls that cage you all. He fights the tutors. He breaks his instruments. He screams his lyrics until his voice gives out, turning his pain into a visceral, jagged art that leaves the Caretakers mesmerized.
Everyone assumes Till’s anger is just a symptom of his wild nature. Everyone assumes he hates everything. But you know the truth. You know what happens when the storm breaks.
It’s past curfew. The Garden’s lights have dimmed to a deep, artificial twilight blue. You are sitting on the floor of Practice Room 4, a heavy acoustic guitar resting in your lap. You’re struggling with a chord progression, your fingers slipping awkwardly over the steel strings, when the heavy soundproof door slides open with a hiss.
Till stands in the doorway, chest heaving, a fresh purple bruise blooming along his jawline. He’s been fighting the disciplinary drones again. You don't say anything. You just pat the floor beside you. He hesitates, his jaw clenching, before he storms over and drops onto the floor, his presence kind of distant from yours. For a long time, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing.
"You're holding it wrong," he finally mutters, his voice a rough, gravelly rasp. "I'm a vocalist, Till, not a prodigy," you reply softly, letting your hands drop. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, shifts closer, and reaches out. His hands cover yours. His fingers are heavily calloused, rough and warm, trembling ever so slightly as he physically moves your hands into the correct position on the fretboard. "Press down," he orders. You do. "Now strum"
The chord rings out perfect, melancholic, and deeply resonant. Till doesn't pull his hands away. He stays there, his chest practically pressed against your back, his breath fanning the hair at the nape of your neck. The anger that usually rolls off him in waves has completely evaporated, replaced by a tense, suffocating vulnerability.
You turn your head to look at him, only to find him already staring at you. His teal eyes are wide, stripped of their usual defiance, wide and terrifyingly raw. He isn't looking at the guitar. He isn't looking at the door. He is looking at your mouth, at your eyes, at the pulse beating at the base of your throat. In the dim light of the practice room, Till’s world narrows down to a singular, undeniable point of gravity. You.
"You... your voice," Till whispers, his voice cracking, entirely forgetting the guitar. "When you sing that high note in the bridge... it's..." He swallows hard, his eyes tracing your features with a desperate hunger he doesn't know how to articulate. "I wrote a new harmony. For that part. I... I wrote it for you"
"For me?" you ask, your breath hitching at the sheer intensity radiating from him.
"Only for you," he vows, the words tumbling out like a confession, fierce and possessive.
"Nobody else. Just you"
He pulls a crumpled, graphite-smudged piece of sheet music from his pocket and shoves it into your hands before abruptly standing up, his ears burning a violent red. Without another word, he bolts from the room, leaving you sitting in the twilight, holding a melody written in his blood and sweat, entirely tailored to the exact pitch of your soul. From that night on, the shift in Till is undeniable.
To the rest of the Garden, he remains a delinquent. To Mizi, he is a protective, grumpy friend. But to you, Till is an open wound.
During group evaluations, when the blinding virtual stage lights hit your faces and the unseen Caretakers judge your harmonies, Till doesn't look at the audience. He doesn't look at the prompters. He looks at you. He sings to you. He matches your pitch, wrapping his raw, gritty vocals around your smooth, soaring notes like a shield.
When you dance, he tracks your movements, his eyes darkening if another student gets too close. It is a quiet, consuming devotion. A secret he wears on his sleeve, plain for anyone who cares to look closely enough.
And Ivan is always looking.
Ivan, with his jet-black hair and a smile that never quite reaches his cold, dark eyes. Ivan is a phantom, slipping through the social hierarchy of the Garden with terrifying ease. He is brilliant, flawless, and deeply unsettling. You are sitting by the central fountain a few weeks later, sketching in a notebook, when a shadow falls over you.
"You're holding his leash rather tightly, aren't you?"
You look up to see Ivan leaning against the pristine white marble of the fountain, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets. He tilts his head, a single, sharp snaggleteeth peeking out as his lips curl into a smirk.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ivan," you reply, returning to your notebook, though your heart rate spikes. Ivan has a way of making you feel like you are standing on the edge of a cliff.
"Oh, please" Ivan chuckles, a low, smooth sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He drops into a crouch beside you, getting uncomfortably close. He smells like cold ozone and expensive cologne. "Till. The wild dog. He practically trips over his own feet if you so much as breathe in his direction. He watches you like a starving man watching a feast"
"Till is my friend," you say firmly, shutting your notebook.
Ivan reaches out, his pale, slender fingers lightly tapping the cover of your book. "Friends," he murmurs, the word dripping with mockery. "Is that what we're calling it? How terribly innocent" Ivan leans closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours, searching for something beneath the surface of your skin.
"You know, I watch him. I watch him pour his entire soul into his music, bleeding himself dry, just hoping you'll look at him. And the tragic part?" Ivan’s smile widens, something dark and chaotic swirling in his gaze. "The tragic part is that he doesn't realize he's trapped in a cage. And you... you're just another lock on the door"
Before you can formulate a response, heavy footsteps echo down the corridor. Till rounds the corner, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene. His body goes rigid, his hands balling into tight fists.
"Get away from her, Ivan," Till snarls, closing the distance in long, aggressive strides. Ivan doesn't flinch. He slowly stands up, dusting off his pristine uniform, his smirk never fading. "Relax, Till. We were just discussing music theory. Weren't we?" Ivan throws you a conspiratorial wink that makes Till’s jaw clench so hard you can hear his teeth grind.
"I said back off," Till growls, stepping between you and Ivan, physically shielding you from the dark-haired boy’s gaze. Ivan raises his hands in mock surrender, taking a step back. "Terrifying," he deadpans. He turns on his heel, but just before he walks away, he looks back over his shoulder, his eyes dancing with a manic, unreadable amusement. "Keep a close eye on her, Till. You never know who might snatch her away”
When Ivan's footsteps finally fade, Till whirls around to face you, his chest heaving, his hands reaching out to grab your shoulders before he catches himself, hovering his hands inches from your arms. "Did he hurt you?" Till demands, his eyes frantically scanning your face. "Did he do something to you?"
"No, Till, I'm fine. He was just talking"
"Don't talk to him," Till says, his voice dropping to a desperate, ragged whisper. He finally lets his hands drop to your shoulders, his grip firm but trembling. "Please. He's... there's something wrong with him. Just... stay away from him. Stay with me"
The vulnerability in his voice shatters whatever walls you have up. You reach up, gently placing your hands over his. "I'm right here, Till," you say softly. Till stares down at you, the fight draining out of him in a massive, shuddering exhale. He rests his arm over his eyes as hiding from the artificial light, from the unseen cameras, from the crushing reality of the Garden. For a fleeting minute, the world shrinks down to the warmth of his skin and the erratic, frantic beating of his heart.
As the years push you all closer to your eighteenth birthdays, closer to the mysterious, highly anticipated "Debut" that the Caretakers whisper about the tension in the Garden thickens into something tangible. The innocence of childhood begins to rot away, leaving behind a desperate, clinging need for survival.
Yet, the beauty of your bonds only grows sharper.
You remember the night the Garden simulated a meteor shower. It is a rare occurrence, a programmed anomaly in the sky dome. The sirens sound, signaling a strict curfew, but Mizi is practically vibrating with excitement.
"We have to see it!" she whispers in the dark of your shared dorm room. Sua is already awake, silently pulling on her shoes, her face illuminated by the faint glow of the hallway lights.
You sneak out, dodging the patrol drones with a practiced ease, meeting Till and Ivan in the restricted upper maintenance catwalks near the glass dome of the ceiling. The five of you sit on the cold metal grating, legs dangling over the massive drop, staring up as the dark, synthetic sky comes alive. Streaks of brilliant, blinding silver tear across the darkness, exploding into dust.
Mizi gasps, throwing her arms around Sua’s neck, pointing at a particularly bright streak. Sua smiles, a genuine, breathtaking smile, her arm wrapping securely around Mizi’s waist, holding her close to her side. They are in their own world, perfectly whole.
Ivan sits a little ways off, his knees pulled to his chest, his dark eyes reflecting the falling stars. He looks at Till.
And Till… Till is looking at you.
You turn your head to find him already staring. The flashing silver lights of the fake meteors illuminate the sharp line of his jaw, the messy slope of his hair, the deep, agonizingly tender expression in his teal eyes. "You're missing the show," you whisper, suddenly acutely aware of how close he is sitting.
"No, I'm not," Till whispers back.
He reaches out across the cold metal, his fingers brushing against yours. He hooks his pinky finger around yours, a silent, grounding tether in the middle of the void. He then turn back to the false sky. In this moment, sitting on the edge of the sky, hearing the soft, melodic laughter of Mizi and Sua, catching the enigmatic, shadowed smile of Ivan, you feel deeply, profoundly alive.
You don't know what a family is. You don't know the smell of Gotham's rain, the sting of a grappling hook, or the horrific, violent end of your previous life.
You don't know that the Caretakers observing you are preparing to throw you onto a stage where the loser is executed in front of a screaming, alien crowd. You don't know that the songs you are learning to sing are meant to be your eulogies.
You only know the rhythm of the music and the precious moments with your friends.
And as another fake star burns itself out against the dome, you close your eyes, perfectly content in the beautiful, tragic ignorance of Anakt Garden, ready to sing whatever song tomorrow demands of you.
<<< You are here!! >>>
•Note: guess who’s back after a year LMAO, the entrance exam just ended after 2 days and the draft was still here and I already dived in to make a complete story for you!! Sorry if it’s too short since I’ve been out of the fandom lately, hope you enjoy reading this
>> this is before the alien stage begins, as well as the reader can be seen as a distant parent figure. This fic is more like how the alien stage cast would view the IPC.
Mizi
Honestly she is grateful towards you intervening as well as saving her and the others. But you would always remain a mystery towards her and the others, even after freeing them you would remain enigmatic and not interact much or seem to be indifferent towards them.
Honestly even after you take them to your wing, you remain distant. From her observation, the IPC is also not different from the aliens by far these people seem to focus on climbing the ranks and simply preserving their god rule. Even though mizi is the most open towards change, she doesn't trust you.
Mizi originally did not believe the stories of qlipoth, and why do these people seem to be devoted to their rules of preserving as well as why did the god not save them. Sua was also worried and did not want to remain in one place, mizi is absolutely captivated by the stories of other organizations or factions as well as tales of the aeons.
Sua
Despite her trying to put on a brave face, she is the most intimidated and overwhelmed by the current changes. This territory is unfamiliar and new, not to mention how you always remain distant. She would wonder whats the reason why you decided to save them as well as the true purpose of the IPC.
She would often be around mizi not trusting anyone, shes cold towards you as well as making no attempts of interacting. By what it seems, she doesn't trust the IPC or literally anyone. Her being protective over mizi is tops and as well as glaring at anyone who approaches her trying to recruit them into an idol.
You are talented as well as powerful, based on the saying of your subordinates–you remain distant as well as powerful. You seem to be detached and duty bound by your role as a stoneheart, honestly based on what your employees say about you. Your not bad compared to your other subordinates or fellow stonehearts, she and the others only caught a glimpse of a man wearing an extravagant outfit meeting with you wearing a turquoise theme.
Ivan
He will adapt quickly, he will try to gain as much informantion from your employees and others to understand the IPC as well as other factions. The universe is much bigger as well as more dangerous, he would make sure to keep an eye out on everybody especially till due to the chaos he can cause.
You remain ambivalent, honestly by far you and your coworkers remain a mystery towards him. You seem to be very busy, as well as having a close bond with your fellow stoneheart topaz" and "aventurine". You are very much distant figure despite your "savior" imagine played by your employees, is it truly freedom for them? Or under new management.
Ivan would use this time to learn as best as he can, the language, tactics and more so that he and the others can adapt. He would never trust you but I guess that implied to you as well since it seems you don't trust him as well. If he and the others desire so much as leaving from your grasp then so be it.
Till
He would cause more trouble, he would pick up fights as well as cause trouble with your employees and get into fights with the cast. He doesn't trust you one bit, you are being surrounded by luxury makes him wary of you–like how you would know or understand them.
He caused a lot of property damage which of course would be covered by you, he is confused by you. He knows you are able to kill him, yet doesn't. You are not even paying attention to the mess, just pay and leave. Till is confused by your indifference.
Yet the cast is given a place to stay as well as fine clothing, till would reject at first then he has no choice but to accept it because he was starving. He has questions about you yet you are always busy, he is also overwhelmed by pier point atmosphere.
Hyuna
She would be the first person to escape, she would not accept you or the IPC. In fact I feel like she would join the galaxy ranger because she encounters boothill and the stories of the Galaxy ranger as well as her being able to relate to boothill she joined the galaxy ranger enjoying traveling the cosmos.
Hyuna would distance herself from Luka, not wanting to be close to him. You remaining ambiguous would give her flash back of her own guardian, you only focus on your work. Yet she doesn't hate you because you carry a sense of care and responsibility–the feeling is mutual.
She would immediately see through the IPC facade of being a peaceful organization, viewing it as no different from the same beings that imprisoned and created her. She honestly would blend in with the galaxy rangers.
Luka
Luka, similar towards Ivan–he would learn how to adapt. The IPC is no different from the audience he often would entertain, he also would receive many invitations to become a model as well as an idol. He viewed the IPC as similar towards the aliens but different in a way.
He would manipulate others to get what he wants as well as learn as much as he needs. He would often try to get close to you but it seems pointless because your position is too high, in truth the reason why you rescued them was not due to empathy but because of a vendetta.
The full reason they were rescued was simply because the aliens destroyed one of your fleets carrying your subordinates and fellow employees, you tried to maintain peace and when that failed–using your resources, you managed to destroy the alien through economically making them run out of resources as well as cutting their resources.
This is a fun idea, so sorry if there's any mischaracterization and don't take it too seriously
Maybe alnst characters w/ a reader who self harms (IF THIS ISNT SOMETHING YOUD DO IM REALLY SORRY AND YOU CAN JUST IGNORE IT!!)
Ofc i can do one hehe! You didn't specify which characters so I just did all of them if you wanna ask for specific characters js my check my pinned post😌 and keep the requests coming hehe
Some tw?: self harm mention
Starlight in the Dark
You thought you were good at hiding it.
The long sleeves, the careful positioning of your wrists, the smiles you forced when the cameras were on. In a competition where every move was scrutinized, you had mastered the art of deflection. But some people are too perceptive for their own good.
Ivan
He notices first. Not because you told him—he just pays too much attention. At first, it’s subtle: he watches you a little too closely, lingers when you adjust your sleeves. Then, one night, he corners you backstage, his usual smile in place but his eyes unreadable.
"Why do you do it?" His voice is unsettlingly soft. You freeze. "It’s not fair," he murmurs, brushing his fingers over your wrist, "if you want attention, you should just ask for mine."
Ivan isn’t gentle in his approach. His obsession with you makes his concern overwhelming, suffocating. He offers solutions in the way he knows best—giving you all of him, demanding all of you in return. If he can be the reason you stop, he’ll take it.
Till
Till is different. He’s the one who doesn’t force you to talk, doesn’t pressure you to explain. When he notices the fading scars, the too-tight grip on your sleeve, his response is quiet.
"It must hurt a lot," he says one evening, hesitant but genuine.
You expect pity, but there’s none. Just understanding. He won’t pry, won’t push, but he stays. His presence alone is comforting—like a steady heartbeat in the chaos of the competition.
Mizi
Mizi cries when she finds out. Not in front of you, but later, when she thinks you’re not looking. She’s too honest, too open to hide the way it breaks her heart.
"Why didn’t you tell me?" Her voice wavers, and her hands tremble when she takes yours.
She doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t know how to fix this. But she wants to, more than anything. From then on, she holds your hand tighter, smiles brighter, as if sheer willpower alone can replace the pain you carry.
Sua
Sua doesn’t say anything when she sees the scars. No gasps, no lectures, no pity-filled glances.
Instead, she sits beside you and starts talking about nothing—the competition, the lights, the way the audience stares at her when she’s on stage.
"It’s funny," she says idly, "how people never really see what’s right in front of them."
There’s an unspoken understanding. She won’t force you to stop, won’t tell you what you should do. But she’ll be here. Always.
Hyuna
Hyuna is heartbroken. She’s affectionate by nature, but now? Now she refuses to leave your side.
"You’re not going anywhere alone anymore, got it?" she declares, pouting.
She clings to you—grabbing your wrist (gently, always gently), throwing an arm around your shoulder, demanding your attention in the most Hyuna way possible.
"You’re my favorite person," she says with all the sincerity in the world. "And I don’t like seeing my favorite person sad."
Luka
Luka is the one who doesn’t bring it up directly.
Instead, he subtly alters his performances, choosing songs that speak to pain, to survival, to resilience. It’s deliberate, just like everything he does.
"You’re stronger than you think," he murmurs after one such performance.
His words aren’t meant to soothe—they’re a challenge. A dare. And somehow, that helps.
Dewey & Isaac
They’re softer with you after they find out. Dewey still teases, still grins, but it’s less sharp, more careful.
"You know," he says casually, tossing a snack at you, "if you need a distraction, we could always cause some chaos."
Isaac, meanwhile, doesn’t joke about it. He just stays close—offering an easy presence, a quiet sort of support that doesn’t need words.
Hyunwoo
Hyunwoo is the one who outright tells you that you deserve better.
"You don’t have to do this alone," he says, voice steady, gaze warm.
He doesn’t try to stop you—he just makes sure you know that he’s there. That he’ll always be there.
They all react differently.
Some with softness, some with intensity, some with quiet understanding. But one thing is clear:
You are not alone. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough to keep going.
Hehe credits for the divider: @vastpostin
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