Hello there I would like to request a male reader for castlevania who Unintentionally roast people with insults without even realizing it even in Battle and that you have to point it out to them.
Hahahaha 🤣 I’m gonna do the Trio for this one because this is peak CV series 1 energy, like they would ijbol at this
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Trevor
He’s trying his damnedest not to start laughing as he’s fighting another demon, vampire but hearing your roasts is really testing that resolve
If anything, he’s tempted to join in just to get the same reaction
Sypha
You’re cracking jokes? At a time like this? If she wasn’t occupied at the moment, she’d have half a mind to rib you too
But also she can’t help to herself but laugh at how you craft insults like that
Alucard
Externally, he’s as exasperated as Sypha because now’s not the time for that and worry about yourself in a fight
Internally, he’s like “note that down next time Belmont says something”, “dammit that actually was funny…”
Hey hun! I was wondering if you would be open to writing something about reader having eczema on her face and mouth and how the boys dont mind? I suffer from eczema on my lips from time to time and often feel ugly or unkissable because of it. My previous bf didnt seem to mind and nor do my friends but it still hurts when in the middle of a conversation, someone would look at my lips and cringe or comment stuff like how i "smudged my lipstick". I would really, truly appreciate it. Thanks so much hun!
P.S. Love your works, as always!!!
WHERE YOUR SKIN SPEAKS — SAJA BOYS
𝜗ৎ pairing : saja boys x fem!reader ⟡ ݁ ₊ . 𑣲 word count : 1,749 𑣲 genre : fluffy, romance, comfort ₊ ˚ ⊹ ᰔ 𑣲 content contains : reader has eczema, appearance insecurities, comfort/reassurance ⋆ . ˚
. 𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𓊆ྀི i like that shade on you𓊇ྀི ⋆ ˙ ⟡ .
🍇 ABBY
he’s used to being looked at.
admired. praised. obsessed over.
so when he notices you trying not to be seen—it throws him off.
you turn your face away when he walks in. keep your hand near your mouth. laugh quieter. smaller.
abs doesn’t like that.
“hey,” he calls, stepping in front of you before you can dodge past him.
you hesitate. “…what?”
his brows pull together slightly as he leans down, trying to catch your eyes. “why do you keep hiding from me?”
you scoff softly. “i’m not hiding.”
he doesn’t buy it.
his hand comes up, not rough—just firm—as he gently tilts your chin upward.
you tense immediately. “don’t—”
too late.
he’s already looking.
really looking.
at the dry skin around your mouth. the redness across your cheeks. the parts you’ve been trying to angle away all day.
there’s a beat of silence.
your stomach twists.
“abby, just—”
“that’s it?” he interrupts, genuinely confused.
you blink. “what?”
he leans in closer, squinting slightly like he’s trying to understand something that doesn’t make sense.
“this is what you’ve been hiding?”
your throat tightens. “it looks bad.”
he lets out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head like you’ve said something ridiculous.
then—before you can overthink it—
he presses a kiss right against your cheek.
not avoiding the irritated skin.
not hesitating.
right there.
you freeze.
he pulls back just enough to look at you again, his expression softer now.
“you think this changes anything?” he murmurs.
his thumb brushes lightly along the edge of your mouth, careful but not cautious.
“i’ve had people worship every inch of me,” he adds, quieter this time. “and none of that ever mattered as much as you do.”
another kiss. this time closer to your lips.
“so stop hiding from me.”
and the way he says it—
like it’s not a request, but something he needs from you—
makes your chest feel too full.
🍉 JINU
he notices in the quiet moments.
when the room is dim. when your guard is down. when you forget to hide.
that’s when he sees it most clearly.
and that’s when it hurts him the most.
you’re sitting across from him, absentmindedly picking at the skin near your mouth, brows slightly furrowed.
he watches for a moment.
then gently reaches out, catching your hand before you can keep going.
you blink. “what?”
“don’t,” he says softly.
you pull back a little. “it’s irritating.”
“i know.”
his voice is quieter than usual. careful.
he shifts closer, his fingers brushing your wrist before sliding up to your cheek.
you stiffen immediately. “jinu, it’s bad today.”
he tilts his head slightly. “does it hurt more?”
you hesitate. “…yeah.”
something in his expression changes.
not disgust. not discomfort.
something heavier. something almost… protective.
he leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away.
you don’t.
his lips press gently against yours.
soft. lingering.
completely unbothered.
when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his hand still cradling your face.
“you’re too harsh with yourself,” he murmurs.
you let out a shaky breath. “you don’t see it the way i do.”
“you’re right.”
a pause.
then, quieter—
“because when i look at you, i don’t see something to fix.”
his thumb brushes lightly along the irritated skin again, more tender this time.
“i see someone i want to protect.”
your chest tightens.
he presses another soft kiss against your lips, slower this time.
“even from yourself.”
🫐 BABY
he notices before you say anything.
baby always notices.
it’s the way your fingers linger near your mouth when you think no one’s looking, the way you angle your face away when the lighting is too harsh, too revealing. the dry patches, the redness, the way your lips crack at the corners when you smile too wide.
he doesn’t say anything at first. he just… watches. quietly.
and then one day, when you’re sitting beside him, shoulders tense, he reaches out.
not sudden. not overwhelming.
slow.
his thumb brushes gently over your cheek, right where the skin is the most irritated. you flinch—just a little—and his brows knit together.
“does it hurt?” his voice is low, careful. like he’s holding something fragile.
you shrug, eyes dropping. “sometimes.”
there’s a pause.
and then—he leans closer.
you expect him to avoid it. everyone does. people always look, always hesitate, always notice in the wrong way.
but baby doesn’t.
he presses the softest kiss right against the edge of your mouth. not avoiding the dryness. not skipping over the roughness. right there.
intentional.
grounding.
you freeze.
“i don’t care,” he murmurs, like it’s obvious. like it was never even a question. “it’s still you.”
his hand slides to cup your jaw, thumb brushing lightly again, this time slower. more sure.
“you hide too much.”
you let out a small, shaky breath. “it’s not… pretty.”
he tilts his head, studying you like you just said something that doesn’t make sense.
“pretty isn’t the point.”
another kiss. this time fuller, lingering just a second longer against your lips despite the dryness, despite everything you’re so sure would push someone away.
it doesn’t push him away.
if anything, he moves closer.
“you’re still mine to look at,” he says quietly. “all of it.”
and the way he says it—
like your skin was never something to apologize for—
makes your chest ache in the best way.
🍓 ROMANCE
he notices immediately.
of course he does—he notices everything about you.
“does it get worse when you’re stressed?” he asks one afternoon, tilting your chin up gently toward the light.
you groan, trying to pull away. “don’t look at it like that.”
“like what?” his voice is warm, confused.
“like it’s something to study.”
he hums softly, thumb brushing along the dry skin near your lip. “but it is something to understand.”
you expect him to pull back.
instead, he leans in.
closer.
closer.
until his lips hover just in front of yours.
you tense. “romance—”
he kisses you anyway.
soft. slow. deliberate.
and he doesn’t avoid the rough parts. doesn’t adjust. doesn’t hesitate.
when he pulls back, there’s a faint smile on his lips.
“see?” he murmurs. “nothing changed.”
your throat tightens. “you don’t have to pretend.”
that makes him pause.
really pause.
his hand slides to your cheek, holding your face steady—not forceful, just firm enough that you can’t look away.
“i don’t pretend about things i want.”
your breath catches.
he leans his forehead against yours, voice dropping.
“and i want you. exactly like this.”
his thumb traces along the irritated skin again, but this time there’s no clinical curiosity—just affection. something grounding.
“your skin reacts,” he continues softly. “that’s all. it doesn’t take anything away.”
another kiss. slower this time, deeper—not in a sexual way, but in a way that lingers, that reassures.
“if anything,” he murmurs against your lips, “it makes me want to be gentler with you.”
and somehow—
that makes you feel more wanted than anything else ever has.
🍍 MYSTERY
he doesn’t ask questions.
he doesn’t point it out.
he just… adjusts.
you don’t even realize he’s noticed at first.
until the day you’re sitting beside him, pulling your sleeve over your hand as you subconsciously try to cover the lower half of your face.
he reaches out.
not to stop you—
but to gently pull your sleeve back down.
you glance at him. “what?”
he tilts his head slightly, hair still shadowing his eyes. silent.
then his fingers brush your chin, guiding your face toward him.
you stiffen. “it looks bad today.”
a pause.
then, quietly—
“no.”
that’s it.
no elaboration. no over-explaining. no fake reassurance.
just… no.
his thumb traces lightly along the irritated skin near your mouth, slow and absent-minded, like it doesn’t bother him enough to even think about.
like it’s normal.
like you’re normal.
“you’re looking too hard,” he adds after a moment.
you huff softly. “easy for you to say.”
he leans closer.
and before you can overthink it—
he presses his lips against yours.
it’s brief. simple. quiet.
but it’s direct.
no avoiding. no shifting. no hesitation.
when he pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours.
“still you,” he murmurs.
you swallow. “you don’t care?”
he shakes his head once.
then, after a beat, adds—
“i like your face.”
the bluntness makes your chest tighten.
because he means it.
not in a poetic, dressed-up way.
not in a “despite everything” way.
just… as a fact.
his hand stays on your jaw, grounding, steady.
and for the first time in a while—
you stop thinking about how your skin feels,
and start noticing how safe you feel instead.
🥐 bonus – collective moment (all of them)
it’s a bad day.
one of the worst ones.
your skin feels tight, irritated, impossible to ignore. every movement reminds you it’s there—every word, every expression, every breath.
so you stay quiet.
you think they won’t notice.
you’re wrong.
“you’ve been quiet,” abs mutters first, arms crossed as he watches you from across the room.
“she’s overwhelmed,” romance says softly, already closer to you than before.
baby doesn’t say anything—he’s already beside you.
jinu lingers just behind, gaze steady. observant.
mystery shifts slightly, just enough that your shoulder brushes his.
you swallow. “i’m fine.”
five looks.
none of them believe you.
“come here,” baby murmurs, voice low.
you hesitate.
abs sighs, running a hand through his hair. “why do you always do this by yourself?”
you don’t answer.
you don’t know how to.
so instead—
you let them close in.
not suffocating.
not overwhelming.
just… there.
romance gently tilts your chin up, inspecting your face with softer eyes than before. mystery’s fingers brush your sleeve, grounding. jinu’s hand rests lightly at your back. abs hovers close, quieter than usual.
baby leans in first.
a soft kiss to your cheek.
romance follows—another, near your jaw.
abs hesitates a second… then presses one against your temple.
jinu cups your face and kisses you gently, lingering just a little longer.
mystery is last—brief, quiet, but just as intentional.
no one avoids it.
no one flinches.
no one treats it like something to work around.
just… something that’s part of you.
“see?” romance murmurs softly.
“nothing’s wrong,” jinu adds.
“you just won’t listen,” abs huffs under his breath.
💬, this is sweet, one of my sisters has eczema on her hands and she loves wearing jewelry but when she sweats with it on, her skin flares up really quickly and horribly. eczema never makes you any less beautiful. and i know it can be painful but its kinda cool because eczema kinda reminds me of the sun breathing mark tanjiro gains in demon slayer :)
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can you do iso with a Chinese reader who iso needs to stay with since her English isn’t great(she Juba doesn’t want him there since it’s embarrassing) and she’s also from Chongqing -she’s quiet ands silent but sweet and kind just silently judgmental about a lot of things
Here it is ! I hope you'll like it !
When Sage asked him to be your English teacher, Iso’s first thought was that it was going to be complicated.
“You’re both from the same city,” she had said. “Maybe you’ll make them feel less homesick.”
He didn't really have a problem with you, you just tended to barricade yourself in your own space. You knew enough english words to be efficient during missions, but not enough to follow conversations. Since you arrived, Sage and Iso (and also Kay/0) did sometime help with writing reports.
First thing Iso made you learn was irregular verbs. He gave you random quizzes at even more random moments of the day. You could be in the cafeteria savoring a hotpot and you would suddenly feel a strong aura pressing you and a neutral but firm voice near your ear.
“The verb eating. You have five seconds.”
Aside from that, he often stuck with you just in case you needed a translator or just company, but despite the fact that you were grateful, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he did that. It might be because of his past job as a fixer, but Iso was quite hard to run away from. He sat with you when it was time to eat, helped you train in the range or stayed with you at night when you felt like cooking a midnight snack.
“Here are some Ma Hua,” you pushed a plate in front of him on the counter.
Iso looked up from his phone and his eyes smiled.
“Sweet. Thanks !”
It was at this moment that Jett and Gekko chose to come in the kitchen. Seeing the snacks, their eyes immediately lit up. You’ve noticed and understood quite soon into your enrollment into the protocol that these two were heavy eaters. ‘Chī huò’ Iso would correct you.
“They’re not heavy eaters, they are just foodies,” Iso had once told you.
“Is it not the same thing ?” you had retorted. “They’re not really picky which makes them eat a lot.”
“I doubt you would find them in a food eating contest.”
You were very skeptical about that. You once saw Jett eat ten cupcakes and go for the fridge again as if her a stomach didn't have its fill. So when you saw her and Gekko sit down on stools next to Iso, you were a bit wary. You doubted five Ma Hua each would be enough but you still gave them before they would ask.
“Oh thanks !” Jett said.
“Yeah, that’s nice !” Gekko added.
You just nodded before letting out a yawn. Noticing your fatigue, Iso said a few words to the duo before going behind the counter, grab your wrist with a hand, his plate with the other, then drag you out of the kitchen.
“Time for you to go to bed. You have training scheduled for tomorrow.”
As expected, when you turned around, you saw Jett’s portion of Ma hua completely gone. She was fighting Gekko for his.
It was funny, wasn’t it ? You were quite observant but you never noticed how eager Iso was to be near you. Or how red his ears turned the second your skin touched. He even took off his gloves in order to feel it properly.
Needless to say that Iso loved using being your english teacher as an excuse to spend time with you. There was also something thrilling about being one of the few people who you could communicate with.
