#gamekeeper x reader

[the-manors-writer]

Hello, since it said inbox is open for hcs, could I ask for some Bane hcs? I just want some content for my beloved gamekeeper

Bane!! He does deserve content and I'll be glad to deliver you that! And a little note of thanks to Mod Orpheus for helping me out <3. - Mod Aesop

Request: General Bane headcanons

Pairing: [Bane Perez] Gamekeeper x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of nudity (naturist).

Bane Perez

Bane is one of the many hunters that are seen as a extreme threat, presumably from his head or just overall appearance. He doesn't enjoy such views and assumptions but he really can't blame them.

Perhaps that's why he is very cautious of his looks, more so his head. Albeit occasional kind words from others, he still is very insecure of it. Especially if one wishes to touch it.

However with enough coaxing, and the bonus of being his lover, he will probably allow you to rub him, maybe boop his nose if you so wish to as well. Just keep in mind, he’ll be very shy and embarrassed about it.

Bane enjoys his past time of playing the guitar, it may not be a well-known thing he does for most but he rather it stays that way. He would be too embarrassed if everyone found out of his little hobby.

Alongside that is singing too! Albeit that'd be rarer than playing the guitar, if one is fortunate enough to stumble upon him singing and playing. Well supposedly, he wouldn't mind you watching his small performance. Expect a few love song surprises from him.

Those are the few ways he calms himself down, just letting the accumulated frustrations from the ridiculous matches out by doing the things he enjoys most.

Dates outdoors are a must for him. He loves showing you around nature and the animals.

Speaking of animals, Bane runs a sort of pet sitting business [for free] in the manor. He takes care of survivors’ animal companions alongside hunters’, like Seer’s owl, Wilding’s boar, Postman’s dogs, even the patrollers and peepers.

He’d love it if you came around to help out with the pet sitting.

Bane is a total naturalist. He believes one should not wear any sorts of cloths on their body and embrace the bare beauty they were given with. As well as, appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature.

Thus why he would always be naked, but in his own chambers of course. He was well aware that not everyone was a naturalist like him nor does he think the owner of the manor would be too fond of him walking bare naked along the hallways.

However, he wishes to convince a few others to embrace their barest of forms with confidence. Hopefully someday, in the not too distant future.

Another thing Bane enjoys doing if he's not called to a match, is to bake. Just something simple, sweet and real tasty! A small treat the other hunters can enjoy as well - A great way to cheer them up, no?

However, he’ll definitely bake you more treats if you express the want and enjoyment of eating what he cooks you.

And he should definitely not be a book judged merely by its covers. For he may seem feral and aggressive to most, but he is by far the gentlest one could and would ever meet.

[ art credit - @seraphiiem ]

[euryd-ce]

Could I request Bane the gamekeeper from idv with a reader who also used to work at the manor as a gardener

❁ UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

PAIRING: Bane Perez x GN! Gardener! Reader

CW: Mentions of Death

NOTE: (Not Proofread) In which you and Bane have a past together.

This eventually follows stage-play canon rules, follows the HC that Alice is Little Girl, and has slightly OOC characters due to stage-play canon rules.

I didn’t know if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, so I defaulted to oneshot, then realized that there wasn't much content for Bane and decided to write both. 🙏

"Oletus Manor". You weren't sure how long it'd been — how long ago that you had left, that you had even thought about the place.

The answer should have been obvious the moment you saw that it had been written from the accursed place. You even considered disposing of it, leaving it in the bin just as you had left the manor and your memories of it behind. But you couldn't help your own curiosity, and before you knew it, you had continued reading the letter.

It was an invitation of some sort, for a peculiar game with no specified details whatsoever. Normally, at the first mention of "game", you would've stopped reading, but your eyes continued skimming through the letter, and a particular sentence written in blood red ink elicited a gasp out of you.

"Bane Perez is alive." It read, and it was all the Baron left you with.

You could tell that, whoever this man was, he was definitely very careful and very deliberate with his words, that he'd done an eerily great job at his research. The cliffhanger was on purpose — you were certain. After all, Bane Perez, the gamekeeper of Oletus Manor's hunting grounds, the gentle and reserved guardian of its fauna, and your first love, was the very reason you had left.

The mention of the name itself was painful enough, yet you had read through the lone sentence four- no, five times, each iteration making memories both fond and painful resurface.

You remembered you first saw him, when it had been around a week since you worked as a gardener in the manor. Little Orpheus and Alice had been playing around, hiding in bushes that you hadn't yet touched, and sometimes even running in circles around you.

You remembered seeing the burly man go past you, causing you to slowly stop what you were doing as you watched him go away in curiosity. The children had probably noticed, as Alice stopped playfully tugging on Orpheus' sleeve to speak.

"That's mister Bane," she said, and you had turned to look at her. "he protects the big horned dogs in the forest."

"They're called deers, Alice..." Orpheus corrected.

You looked at the door he had gone through for a moment, but just as quickly turned back to continue your work on the bush. "Is that so..." you said while the kids continued their playful fighting.

You remembered first approaching him, when you had finished the duties you'd been assigned that day. He was helping a little fawn whose legs were stuck in a pallet. Naturally, as the gamekeeper of the forest, the man had a heart for its creatures — "It comes with the job," you remembered he had told you during the brief conversation you had moments after.

"So how long have you-"

The sound of a loud gunshot echoed throughout the woods, followed by several birds loudly chirping and fearfully flying out of danger's way.

A minute after the gunshot was heard, you had asked in a hushed voice, "What- what was that?"

Bane let out a disgruntled sigh, as if this was a normal occurrence to him. "It must be one of those meddling poachers again," he muttered out.

"I'm sorry I- I'll have to go talk to them," He said, dusting himself off.

"Wait!-" you stopped him before he could leave, almost embarrassed knowing that it'd been done out of impulse. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" You shyly asked.

The gamekeeper waited for a moment before glancing back at you with a reassuring smile, "of course, (Name)."

You remembered when you started visiting him in his little cabin daily, bringing along some of the flowers that you'd carefully grown and picked from a rather isolated place in the gardens. He'd be confused, yet thankful for the gift at first, giving you a smile with a little pat that'd eventually become more intimate forms of affection as you'd find yourselves comfortable with one another.

You remember when both of you professed your mutual love for one another — it'd been a secret at first, between the two of you and perhaps Burke. It eventually got to the kids as they wouldn't stop pestering you when they had noticed the newfound closeness you both shared.

You remembered the day when he had brought little elk with him, when you had jokingly mused about it being your child, and when you both had named it "Black Nose."

"It's a little plain. Isn't it?" Bane scratched his head in thought.

"I think it's cute, and fitting too. Black Nose." You said it's name, gently patting the sleeping elk calf on the head. "Unless you'd rather name him Siegbert Lange Von Ludendorff — which is quite long, but definitely not plain in my opinion."

"I- you know what, let's just stick with Black Nose."

Your heart suddenly stung — you knew exactly why. You clutched your chest, feeling your eyes start to water at the thought of it. You knew what you had remembered, that you had remembered the painfully unpleasant memory that brought to you sorrow, regret, a ghost that pledged to haunt you for the entirety of your lifetime.

You remembered when it was your anniversary, when the time you shared together had to be cut short because of the annoyingly persistent and ignorant poachers.

You remembered waiting. Waiting for him to return. Waiting until the clock struck twelve midnight, when the haunting chimes begun their song. Waiting for the cabin doors to open, with Bane on the other side — tired, yet nevertheless happy to come back to you. But it never happened, and you had gotten worried.

You remembered taking your coat and walking outside amidst the cold midnight winds in search of him. With a little lantern in your hands, you had walked all around the forest, past cages, through walls, and through the seemingly endless line of trees. You were determined to find him, and you wouldn't stop until you did — even if you felt like you were about to collapse.

And you remembered the look of horror your face held. You found him — at least, you thought that was him. He had been laying down, cold and absolutely motionless on the ground. Around his neck was one of the many bear traps he'd usually lay around the forest. His head — the sight that made you break — on it was the head of the very elk that both of you had treated like your child.

Bane Perez was dead.

You were convinced at the time, and without a word, you ran away and left the manor. The memories you so carefully and joyfully built refused to let you move on so easily. For years, he'd been the first thought at your wake and the last before you'd sleep away into another day. There were times you'd sworn you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, prompting you to look back only to be met with silence and nothingness. Through mirrors and within foggy days, when you'd sworn you saw his hauntingly familiar figure, you'd rub your eyes and make sure that you weren't dreaming — and if you were, that you'd wake up from the nightmare you had been living in.

The letter gave you a small sense of hope; albeit, one that was quite difficult to comprehend given that you'd seen and felt him yourself. You were never one to indulge in superstitions or in the supernatural in general, but it was Bane.

'Maybe, just maybe... I should give it a shot...' You thought, muttering to yourself shortly after, "and if I happen to be dragging myself into my death, then so be it. Maybe I'll see him sooner than I thought..."

Thus, you had begun packing some of your belongings in preparation of your trip back into the one and only Oletus Manor.

You stopped for a moment right in front of the familiar gates. They still stood as high as you remembered, and you likewise felt the same nervousness you did when you had first went past the gates. Your legs felt like they'd gotten heavier with each step you took toward the gloomy Manor's front doors — you almost regret coming here, really.

You wanted to turn around, to go back to where you came from, but you winced at the sight of the forest. The path you had taken on the way to the manor had vanished, seemingly through thin air. You didn't know if the path was even there in the first place, or if your memory had been filling in the missing spots, but you knew that you no longer had a choice.

Reluctantly, you opened the doors, and you were greeted with a rather warm interior as opposed to the cold and dark exterior. The lobby looked the same, from its paintings to its general choice of decoration. It was as if you never left.

You walked closer to the little vase of Anemones, reaching out to feel its petals. 'A flower that bears far too many meanings for me to list down... Though these will probably wilt the next day...' You thought when you had noticed some of the leaves had dried and fallen off.

"They even kept my choice of flowers..."

"Well, you made a great choice, even I found myself having a-"

"Gh!- don't scare me like that!" You scolded the woman in a green apron and a hat. "And- who are you? how did you get here? Very silently at that... Were you also sent that strange letter?"

"Hehe, sorry about that. I'm Emma, Emma Woods, and I'm a gardener. I also received a letter but..." She paused, as if trying to remember something. "I don't really remember what was in it to be honest..."

You immediately covered up your mild disappointment with with a pensive frown. "I- I see... Well, I guess it's only fair that I introduce my-"

"Oh that can wait! You can introduce yourself to everyone instead. Follow me!" Emma said before grabbing your hand and eagerly leading you to the next room.

"Wait- what do you mean everyone?!"

Everyone meant quite the number of people. Your eyes widened at first, before you started squinting, pointing at each one, and mentally counting how many people were in the room. From the corner, a brunette with a bruised eye seemed to understand what you were doing. "Thirty-seven — eight including you."

"Hm? Pardon?" You turned to the man, realizing that he probably meant the people you were counting. "Ah... nevermind."

If you didn't have your doubts before, you certainly did now. It was ridiculous — everything was ridiculous. The strange and diverse crowd, the baron, the suspiciously large eight-armed figure that you may or may not have just seen crawl outside the window. 'Just what was that?!'

When you had settled into your assigned room, you couldn't help but feel like a fool that had fallen into the clutches of a con artist. You didn't spot Bane among the people in the fairly large crowd, and with no way to find yourself back outside of the never-ending woods, you were probably stuck with all these strangers for life.

"Maybe it won't be so bad." You breathed in, trying to calm yourself and maybe cope with the fact that you may or may not have entered the second layer of hell. "I'm not alone now- I'm-"

"(Name)?" The door to your room suddenly opened, and from it came an oddly familiar voice.

You turned around and were met with a pleasant surprise. "Orpheus? Is that you?"

The young man didn't respond, but instead gave you a big hug. "It's been so long! It's- how many has it been...?"

With a melancholic smile, you pat him on the head. "Does it really matter now?" You laughed. "Where's Alice?"

"Oh... That's a long and complicated story for another day..." Orpheus quickly changed the topic, "Now that you're here, I'm sure you'll be thrilled to- hold on, I don't think I can let you in on the details yet — but you can trust me."

"What do you-"

"Follow me, we already have your game scheduled!" He cut you off and signalled for you to follow him.

You sighed in relief before standing up and following him — it was nice to know that not everyone here was a complete stranger. "You haven't changed one bit have you..."

He led you to a room with a small dining table and six chairs, one being occupied by a little girl that looked exactly like the little Alice who you'd see running around the gardens.

"(Nickname)!" She quickly got off her seat and ran to hug you.

"Alice? Wait- you haven't changed at all! Literally..." You said with intrigue and shock.

"Like I said, it's a long story, but I'll be sure to tell you another day." Orpheus nervously chuckled. "That aside, this is the waiting room. We normally have four players in a game, but it'll just be the three of us for now."

"And I'm assuming that this is another story for another day?"

He hummed in response, before taking the little girl's hand and signalling for you to follow him again. While curiously following the two, you couldn't help but be reminded of the times they had done the same thing when they'd find you alone, or when they'd secretly pay a visit to you and Bane...

'Bane...' the name rung in your head. You still had no clue what the letter meant — if it was implying that he was still here, or if you had interpreted it wrongly, and that you had been tricked into coming here only to be met with nothing. Not that it lied. Perhaps the man truly was alive, and you'd made the mistake of assuming that he was in the manor when the letter provided no further details regarding his whereabouts.

Orpheus led you to what he had called the Darkwoods, another hauntingly familiar place from your past. The three of you walked around, eventually stopping by a curious machine. While Orpheus had started typing away with it, Alice had explained to you the basic fundamentals of the game in great detail. You were rather astonished with the words she'd used, but nevertheless, you continued to listen carefully.

Once the three of you had finished fully decoding a machine, it let out a loud pop.

"That's just one of the five we need to finish in order to start opening the gates," the little girl informed you. "The Hunter's probably looking for us based on the signal, so we'd best be on our ways. Stay safe (Nickname)!"

"I will. Don't hurt yourself now, Alice, Orpheus!" you yelled back as the three of you parted ways.

You grimaced at the sight of what a part of the forest had become — desolate, with several broken structures and machinery along with a river containing an acid-like substance. In the distance you could see a large bonfire, but you couldn't quite tell if it'd been always there or if it was a new addition because of the Baron's game.

Eventually, you found one of the machines you were taught to decode, but by a strike of misfortune, your location had been made known to the hunter because of, "... A bear trap?"

You knelt down to closely examine the trap, only to realize they were the exact same ones Bane had used, made known with his initials marked in its jaw. But you started panicking — you felt your head beating, heard the rapid clanking of chains accompanied by heavy footsteps.

In fear, you closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Too afraid to look back and too slow to possibly escape it. But the harsh sound emitted by the chains stopped, and you heard a light thud as though the hunter had dropped whatever they'd been holding.

"(Name)...?"

You flinched and your eyes immediately shot open upon hearing his voice, but you shook your head and pinched yourself. What if you'd been dreaming? What if you'd been imagining things? It wouldn't be the first time it'd happen, really. You had hallucinated for years on end — you'd be surprised if you hadn't for once. But you turned around anyway, or at least, tried to. It was quite difficult, given that your leg was still trapped, but you saw the familiar hands of Bane helping you out of it.

You were speechless, and you were once again face-to-face with the man you came looking for.

Bane Perez was alive.

You were unsure, but you were hopeful. He looked exactly the same as he did that night — when you'd thought he'd passed, when you'd left the manor in tears and in pain, in hopes that it was all but dream or a terrible nightmare.

He didn't know how long it'd been either. How long he'd spent asleep — living in an unfamiliar dream without you, where time seemed to have repeated itself endlessly. All while he'd been aware that you existed, but you weren't there. While he'd change the steps he'd take in every iteration, only for it to inevitably change nothing and the fact that you'd vanished.

"I'm... sorry..." You croaked out. You didn't realize that you had teared up, but who could blame you after knowing what you yourself had done? "I didn't- I-"

Bane pulled you closer, hugging you with comforting reassurance. "We both didn't know. Even I didn't think I'd survive, and I thought- I thought you'd vanished, but I didn't know that I'd been trapped in a deep sleep until I woke up to such a crowded manor... "

He released you from the hug and looked at you, "And the thought that terrified me the most was that you'd forgotten, and you would never return..."

"So — it's alright, (Name). You're here. I'm here, and we're back together," He said as he wiped another tear from your eye.

"You never really left, I think," you chuckled. "But you were quite the terrifying ghost I'll admit."

Bane tilted his head and crossed his arms. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"Well..." You trailed off, looking to the side to see that Alice had been giggling like the little rascals she was years ago while Orpheus held a relieved smile. With a mischievous smile, you said, "Maybe that can wait, you've got survivors to hunt."

The man laughed and cracked his knuckles, giving you time to run away. "We'll see about that, (Name)."

No amount of time and space can separate you from the people you are meant to be with in your life. They will always come back.

[zaynesplushiekiller]

it's bane loving hours !! he's so cute (✯ᴗ✯)

❁❁

bane perez reminds me of cups of coffee at night, and sweltering hot nights, sleeping with no blankets on, and warm mornings in a pool or on the beach.

he makes me think of petting every dog you see, patting stray cats heads. he seems like the kind of guy to keep dog treats on him at all times to give them to hungry dogs.

i want to go out and plant precious flowers with him, like honeysuckles that you can drink the sap out of once they're in bloom. or planting flowers that he loves, and making him countless bouqets after they grow.

he treasures every gift he's given. although he doesn't talk about it very often, his love language is gift receiving. he's often too embarassed to give one back. he's afraid you won't like it.

his hands are big, and soft. they're scarred, sure, but it adds to how warm his hands feel when they're cupping your cheek, or holding hands with you while you do something else.

he doesn't say it, but he enjoys just being there with you. your existence is a blessing, if only to him, and him alone.

for a long time, blacknose was his only friend. and then burke, and maybe luchino, after some time. but his favorite friend, and lover, is you.

he's nervous, not all the time, but most of it. you calm his nerves, even when it feels like he can't slow his racing heart. maybe a gentle tap, or a hug, is enough to bring him down from the shaky hill he would once stand on.

he loves dancing. not the rowdy club kind, but sweet slow-dancing with you. the kind you play a romantic record on, and dance until you're too sleepy to continue on.

he lets you sleep on his chest. the pressure makes him feel safe, and if you don't like sleeping on him, buy him a weighted blanket. he'll thank you.

bane perez is a calm, soft lover. that is all.

[sundarika]

Hello! Can I have some hc with a protective mama Reader with Naib, Helena and Bane. They are my precious baby. I haven't play this game since season 13 and I miss them so much ahhhhhhh 😭😭. Thank you, have a nice day ❤❤🌷 (sr, my English is not good)

✨ Your English is wonderful dear ✨

[Naib Subedar, Helena Adams, Gamekeeper] S/O Is Overprotective

✨ As a reminder, my works will always include gn!reader unless specified by the requester! ✨

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[Naib Subedar]:

* You had been at the manor for quite awhile now, and were a rather nice person, getting along with most other survivors, and even some of the hunters to boot.

* It was quite surprising actually. You’d walked in the first day with a tough-guy attitude and gruff personality, and you didn’t seem like a very approachable person.

* Then, some survivors such as Victor and Emily started worming their way into your heart. Liam [Lucky Guy] and Norton were some of the first people to offer you a seat at the dinner table, and from then on you were one of them.

* You had scars, though most could tell they were more physical than emotional, from some sidejobs you used to complete for a gang on White Sand Street—robbing people and competing in fights with rivals.

* You quickly learned that most people fought back. Rival gangs always intruded on your own territory, and you were always left on guard, defending the last remnants of your livelihood and your sanity.

* Maybe that’s why you’re so protective over your things. Never letting anyone enter your room, never letting anyone see the pain you hide. Opening up to people enough to make allies, but never enough to show secrets.

* Now Naib…. Naib helped you out a lot. It seemed he understood you, far more than others. For some reason, he was always there for you, watching your back when needed, acting like a shield at times—sometimes literally.

* You never really understood at first, how he seemed to know you so well. From what you knew, he came from halfway cross the world, from Nepal, in India—a child, a soldier, a weapon.

* You guessed his life was rather similar, and assumed he’d come to the manor for quite the same reasons but, it was hard to see through the scowl on his face.

* At some point, you began to recognize the signs, the irritation, the avoidance. You recognized the silence, and the stiffness that came from Naib when he ate and smiled and nodded at their questions. You saw the signs of a brother, somebody just as lost and broken as you were.

* Children in the bodies of adults, forced to live life too fast and too furiously. Damaged and done in, waiting for someone to save them, but too scared to cry for help.

* Unwilling to hurt others again, unwilling to change.

* You grew wary—observant—of him eventually. You joined in more matches with him as teammate, and sat next to him often at dinner. When you noticed he didn’t eat as much, you grunted in concern. When he fell asleep in odd places, you’d bring him a blanket.

* It got to the point where he found out about your help, and tried to dissuade you from wasting your time.

* You never really listened. In fact, your worries only increased. Others might not have recognized, but you saw the signs of fatigue and death written in the lines of his face. You’d seen it every day back on White Sand.

* He gave up on making you give up, tired of attempted persuasions. Eventually began returning the favours—Naib is the type to have a ‘you watch my back, I’ll watch yours’ mentality.

* Everything you’d do for him is returned in kind. It annoyed the rest of the manor to no end because the giving and receiving eventually reached limits unheard of.

* You’d throw yourself on a rocket chair to save him, and next game you’d have your own personal bodyguard tracking your every move.

* He’d never admit it, but he appreciates all you do for him, and hopes you appreciate his efforts in making your life a little better too.

* Though your protective tendencies know no bounds, he hopes you’re a little more cautious with throwing your life on the line for him like that. This is a death game after all, be more careful…. please?

* At some point, the whole manor hopes you two could just get together and kiss it out in some storage closet. If you’re dating, what’s the need to be so consistent in you’re protective tendencies? Then you’ll always be together, which means nothing can ever happen to either of you!

* To be fair, that’s what most of them thought until an incident after the confession, where Naib wouldn’t let you out of the medical ward for a week due to a few hairline fractures.

* Please Naib! Emily begs you to let her use the examination table! You’ve hogged it for 5 days and she needs it to identify the infection spreading on Aesop’s leg! Vera broke her nose! William sprinted into the gymnasium wall and shattered his kneecaps! Please leave!

* You once set fire to a couch because Naib stubbed his toe on it.

* Please stop it you two, Freddy can’t budget for anymore furniture, and we’re fresh out of chairs.

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[Helena Adams]:

* Oops! Oh no her glasses! Aww shucks, Norton knocked them right off her face and onto the hardwood floor. She can’t find them because she can’t see, whatever shall she do?

* [S/o]! Please, she needs your help!

* You come in running with a pair of pliers, five bottles of anti-grease spray, and a box of extra lenses and a screwdriver.

* Oh how wonderful! You fixed her glasses—again—and saved her from the task of shuffling herself on all fours looking for them! Her hero!

* Helena…. praises you to say the least. You’re her best friend, her confidante, her…. big and strong, sometimes dumb partner!

* She adores everything you do for her, and tries equally as hard to do things for you that make your life necessarily easier, though it’s harder with her condition.

* She met you around the same time as everybody else, during your first days in the manor. Really, she didn’t actually know you were there until she bumped into a voice she didn’t recognize and became surprised.

* You quickly learned about her blindness, and made it your goal to form a friendship with her based on your willingness to help her around and get closer to her—she was very kind after all.

* Your protectiveness stemmed from the inherent feeling of a need to help guide and provide for Helena, much like a spouse would… jk, unless 👀….

* At some points, you were berated by her for your incessant protections, most of which made her feel highly dependent, which she didn’t like.

* She liked the feeling of being independent of others and being recognized as an autonomous, capable being. Especially considering what she came there for, it was a blow to her pride to be led around and pushed aside all the time.

* When she revealed these feelings to you, you had surprisingly promised her to cease in most areas of monitoring—however you still consistently check up on her—and settled into the realm of a relationship with her.

* Helena meets somebody who respects her opinions + acknowledges her intellect + isn’t a dingy asshole? Sign her up and slap on a ring, she’s marrying this person (eventually).

* She knows that your tendencies stem from a place of need and want, and tolerates most of them. Deep down, she likes being taken care of by someone who knows she can take care of herself. She really does love you.

* When you’re actually in a relationship with each other, you make sure to watch each others backs, more so you than Helena (because she can’t ‘watch’ per say), but you get the point.

* There was once an incident in a duo’s match where Helena became stranded on the Lakeside Fishing map. The terrain is rough, with piles of fish everywhere, randomly placed boxes and walls, and the barrels are bad enough when they don’t form a blockade.

* Her navigational skills, as good as they are with all her previous experience and staff, couldn’t for the life of her figure out how to move her way around a mess of box paths, pallets, and fishing stands.

* Most other survivors were occupied or dead—it had been a hard match against Jack the Ripper and Guard 26—and she was barred from reaching any form of help.

* So she screamed your name as loud as she possibly could across the map, and ended up attracting the attention of BonBon instead. During those moments where she could hear his clanks and heavy metalloid footsteps stalking towards her, the tick of a time bomb in hand, she heard a screech in the distance.

* A fierce battlecry—you came raging from around a windmill, propelled by William’s football and packing heat with a flare gun. BonBon, now stunned twice, stood there in astonishment, before chasing after you, who had grabbed Helena in your arms, running off at full speed.

* Your stamina bar, indicated by a small tab on your character, was running low, and you wouldn’t be able to run at full speed for another minute or two, having used your ability to buy time. Stopping near a closet, you lean down to place Helena on her feet, telling her to hide.

* Her blood trail was invisible from not actually having run anywhere, and she did as you said, making you promise to come get her when it was safe.

* You gave her a smirk and a small nod, assuring her that you would, before leaning in for a peck on the forehead as you shoved her into the locker.

* If only you could see her flushed in embarrassment.

* Leaving her to fangirl in the locker, you form a decoy in your arms—result of your max rescuer ability—and ran off once more, taking off around a corner just as Guard 26 reached your previous location, chasing after you and ‘Helena’ in hopes of landing two more kills.

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[Bane the Gamekeeper]:

* How does it feel to love a deerman? Good? Okay!

* Bane as you know is a little…. rough around the edges so-to-speak, and he has a lot of edges.

* Once you get around all the hooks, chains, and bear traps, and beneath that creepy-looking deer head of his, he really is such a sweet guy!

* At least you think so. In reality, he still acts like a complete dick to everybody else, and only shows his soft side around you, but that’s because he knows he can trust you with his lands, animals, and secrets! All those others out there only wish to hurt what he—you—have, and he’ll make them pay for it.

* Honestly, in order for him to have fallen for you so hard to have let his guard down around you, you probably would have had to be at your most vulnerable point in life, or a hunter yourself. Like a scared prey animal, uncertain of its future, waiting for something to happen, and somebody to help, or a huge predator, ready to strike out at any moment.

* Once you worm your way into his cold dead heart, there’s no way out for you. He’ll keep you close, as he doesn’t want you to be poached away like his precious animal friends from the past. He knows how cruel humanity can be sometimes.

* When you come to find out about his less-than-kind history, it’s all you can do to pity him. Your sympathy knows no bounds, and you become clingier, though he quite honestly likes it.

* You don’t want what happened to him to occur again, and with all these other traitors and murderers in the manor, you’re afraid of what the others could do.

* You keep to his side a lot more, take walks with him in the garden, and enjoy tranquil picnics from time-to-time on Lakeside. Anything to keep him close to you and away from all the pain.

* Bane can obviously see what your doing, and noticing that your protectiveness doesn’t yet border on the insane, he allows you to continue in your devotions.

* It’s honestly sweet sometimes how you both adore each other so much, even if you know that one day one or both of you will have to leave. Whether it be through death, disappearance, or another means such as escape is a question of time, and one that neither of you know the answer to.

* If you’re also a hunter, than both of you know that while you two are happier now than either of you were in life, that your individual deaths and worths will eventually determine your fates—whether that be a happy afterlife, or an eternity of endless wandering.

* It’s well known that you’ll both disappear the day the game ends, your souls being put to rest as they should’ve been however long ago. Until then however, you’ll continue to hold on to and vehemently protect the relationship the two of you have, and you’ll fight until your soul vanishes from the earth for what you have to remain that way.

* Now, if you’re a survivor, this is where the relationship can be a bit difficult.

* Avidly defending the actions of your boyfriend during and after a match to the rest of your survivor buddies isn’t a very good look for you, or your reputation. It’s been many times where you’ve almost been chased out of the dining room because somebody was pissed at you for costing them the match, or being the only one spared instead of convincing Bane for a win or tie.

* As they say, if you can’t beat em’, join em’. Some survivors, such as William, Kreacher, and Freddy, have more than once suggested that if you loved a hunter so much, you should become one to be with him. Dating the undead almost crosses the line of what is humane. Aesop thinks you’re kind of cool.

* The hunters over on Bane’s side hate you more. Are convinced that you’re the sole reason that Bane goes friendly sometimes (even in matches without you in them), and that your relationship takes away from his brutal and violent persona and nature.

* Violetta and Michiko are the most tolerant of you, mainly because you gifted them silk and a hand fan for Christmas once when they wished for them in their letters.

* All-in-all, basically everyone blames you, but you keep going forward because who cares about all the nasty bi*ches in the world, am I right?

* Once, to prove the integrity and devotion of your relationship, you set Freddy’s room on fire and locked Kreacher in a closet. You looked Bane directly in the eyes and kneeling before him stated, “I have committed arson for you m’lord.”

* You couldn’t see it because of his deerish head and all, but Bane really went “Heart eyes motherf*cker.” on you in that moment.

* You love animals and set things on fire to prove your loyalty to him? Ticket for one please, he’s riding the simp train all the way to the station.

* Just, please don’t accidentally burn down the manor, he wants to spend as much time with you as possible before he disappears.

* Also don’t joke around with your life, it’s too precious, even when you tackle your own teammate or risk getting hit by Ganji’s cricket ball to save him from being stunned.

* He doesn’t want you dying before he does—has already he supposes—or disappearing without a trace.

* You promise you’ll stick with him until the day you finally leave this wretched place.

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✨ Hope you enjoyed ✨

[idvloveletters]

Bane Perez Parental Relationship HCs

He appears to be rather quiet and perhaps a bit intimidating… But, Bane is truly a kind hearted individual.

Need help reaching that top shelf? He’s got ya

Very proud whenever you show him your latest work. Art? Writing? Something else? He always hugs you and shows interest in whatever it is that you do.

Bane can get a bit scary when protecting you, but he always apologizes after for spooking you so.

He’s also a bit over protective and can be rather threatening when putting his foot down on some matters... but, never forgets to apologize. It’s not his intention to scare you

A walking wildlife encyclopedia. He’s always willing to tell you about different animals and his encounters with them.

His hugs are the most comforting, just watch that trap around his neck.

He really loves nature to the point he’d offer you a sort of mini hike around the maps to stretch your legs and get away for a bit.

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❈ Bane Perez with a Gardener! Reader Headcanons

CW: None

NOTE: (Not Proofread) In which you and Bane don't exactly have a past together, but you eventually find comfort in each other.

The manor was large, and the two of you had worked in completely different areas — you in the indoor and outdoor gardens and he in the surrounding forest. That being said, you most likely didn't know each other at a personal level.

At most, you were probably acquaintances. You'd known you worked at the same place and you occasionally talked, but it'd mostly be for professional reasons rather than for leisure or for friendly activities.

Both of you were probably good friends with Burke, but not exactly so with each other. Not that you were enemies either. Burke just so happened to be great at giving you advice, maybe even making your jobs feel less lonely despite his occasionally stoic demeanor.

Years later, the two of you would meet again; however, not in the way that you'd expect. Of course it wasn't anything grandiose or heartwarming. You'd barely known eachother enough to possibly elicit that kind of reaction. If anything, your reunion would be quite awkward.

Bane would probably be the assigned hunter to your first game. You'd be startled at first, but to be fair, who wouldn't be? Other than that, you'd probably notice that the once quiet man had become much more aggressive, and you'd wonder what had happened for that significant change in attitude.

And you'd try to approach him — keyword, try. Because every time you would, you'd end up sitting in silence, maybe a few feet apart for personal space. And you'd stay there. Sitting. Breathing. Occasionally looking the other way. Maybe even whistling a tune. All before one of you would stand up and say you had to get going.

You could almost swear you heard Burke's signature facepalm and disappointed sigh.

But it'd get better eventually — that is, if you'd initiate the conversation first. He didn't seem like the type of man to easily let down his guard, you'd assume after hearing what had happened, and why he had the head of an elk. Not that you wanted to ask. You had initially thought it was something he did for fun — only for you to discover that the truth was far more gruesome.

However, your first conversations wouldn't go any better either. Especially if you had to carry most of it or stop it because he had answered with something you couldn't respond to.

"So......" You coughed out. "How did you get here?"

You almost cringed. Not only did you already know the answer to the question, you also knew that it wasn't something he'd like to talk about.

"The poachers- they outnumbered me. Treated them nicely only for them turn me into this."

To be honest, you didn't expect him to respond, so you hadn't prepared yourself to answer either.

"Oh." You gulped. "That's rough, buddy."

While your first few conversations were awkward, he appreciated the effort you put at the very least. Especially considering that he wasn't exactly the friendliest hunter in the manor when you'd compare him to the likes of Michiko, Leo, and Violetta. It wasn't really obvious though. He didn't exactly express it with the belief that it wasn't very necessary.

He'd eventually let his guard down around you because of your daily conversations. It wasn't like you of all people would plot something againsft him anyway. Besides, you had worked with- or at least, in the same place he did in the past. He had no reason to put any form of distrust on you.

It wasn't something he was particularly used to. Most of the conversations he held were usually done through letters, and times where he'd talk with other hunters were quite rare. He liked to keep to himself, occasionally talking to Burke when given the chance. But he's trying, so you'll have to give him that.

When you eventually become comfortable enough with each other, your topics would mostly revolve around how your day went, if not another random topic. You'd talk to him about some of the silly things your teammates did during your matches, or how you missed managing the large and beautiful outdoor gardens of the manor while he'd mostly talk about the little animals in it — with much more enthusiasm than you anticipated.

Bane probably has a bit of experience when it comes to crafting, so when you'd come to your usual spot with some flowers you had been growing, he'd give you one of his crafts the next day. They'd mostly be little statues — of animals, unsurprisingly, but also of some of the other residents in the manor (such as your favourite engineer, Burke).

Taking your relationship further isn't exactly something both of you would talk about, but it'd be something you'd consider. It likely would have been different during the man's younger years in the sense that he'd be more bold. But he liked your current relationship, and maybe he'd like to play it safe and keep things the way they are for a while.