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[When men have a crush on you, what will they do for you?]
（Warnings：Obsessive/Yandere tendencies）
⛏️ The Prospector Psychological Manipulation）(Norton Campbell): Gold and You on the Scales of Greed
1. The "Impure" Gaze
Norton Campbell looks at people as if he is appraising the purity of ore. His eyes are forever clouded by the soot of mine collapses, the scent of charred flesh, and a hunger for wealth that has stained his very soul.
But when he looks at you, there is a calculated restraint in his gaze. ✨
In the manor’s dining hall, he habitually sits in the furthest corner, observing every movement. When you enter, he doesn’t rush over like those naive survivors; instead, he lowers his eyelids, hiding his cold, piercing eyes behind his messy, dark fringe.
He is calculating:
Your walking pace is 15% slower than usual; you must be nursing a hidden injury from the last match.
You smiled twice at that idiot Forward, but only gave a curt nod to the Mechanic.
Your gaze lingered on the fresh apples on the table for 3 seconds, but you gave up because they were too far away.
Five minutes later, Norton stands up, walks to the table, and grabs the two reddest apples. As he passes you, he drops them onto your desk with a force that is almost aggressive. "Eat," he rasps, his voice like gravel. "Don't drag me down in the match just because you're starving." ✨
2. Possession Wrapped in Self-Loathing
Norton’s attraction is predatory, yet this aggression is buried deep beneath a crushing layer of self-hatred. He knows he is a "monster" reeking of blood and filth.
Once, you were downed by the Hunter at Lakeside Village. When Norton arrived, the madness in his eyes almost solidified into reality. He didn't use tactical maneuvers; he used his magnets to violently repel the Hunter, even using his own body to shield you from the blow.
After rescuing you and hiding you behind a pallet in the shack, he pressed his rough, calloused fingers against your wound, his voice a low growl:
"Do you think this manor is a charity? Keep your kindness to yourself! In here... except for me, don't trust anyone!"
His hands were trembling. He was terrified of losing you, but even more terrified of the realization that, for a split second, his first thought wasn't "save a teammate," but "if I locked you away in a cave where only I could see you, you would finally belong to me." ✨
3. The Ritual of Shadows
Inside Norton’s room is a locked iron box. No gold, no checks—just "trash" that no one else would value:
A button you accidentally dropped at the Arms Factory.
A piece of gauze you used to wipe a wound, which he stole, stained with your blood and warmth.
A scrap of paper where he wrote your name with his left hand (to avoid detection).
At night, when the phantom pains of his burns keep him awake, he sits in the dark, tracing that button with scarred fingers. To Norton, gold is his survival, but you are the only miracle he dreams of stealing from hell to the surface.✨
🪖 The Mercenary (Naib Subedar): Gunfire and Painkillers in the Trenches
1. The Distance of a Guardian
Having survived the knife-edge life of a Gurkha mercenary, Naib Subedar has a pathological guard against the word "feelings." On the battlefield, attachment is a liability; a liability is death.
Thus, his way of loving you is through extreme detachment and life-risking sacrifice. ✨
In the manor, you rarely hear sweet words from Naib. He is always in his oversized hood, hands in his pockets, leaning in the shadows like a cold statue. Whenever you try to approach him or ask about his injuries, he turns away, pulling his hood lower. "I'm not dead yet," he says coldly. "Worry about yourself."
But the moment a match starts, this detachment becomes an impregnable shield.
If you are in the same match, Naib is always the one to take the first hit, to body-block for you, to kite for as long as possible.
His "Iron Dash" is a tactical move for others, but when rushing to save you from a Rocket Chair, it is a reckless, self-destructive plunge. ✨
2. The Only Antidote to Trauma
Naib suffers from chronic PTSD. The sound of thunder or the roar of a chair taking off sends him spiraling back to the blood-soaked trenches.
One stormy night, you passed the lounge while returning a book. You saw Naib curled up in a corner, drenched in cold sweat, his nails digging into the carpet until they bled. When you rushed to him, his combat instincts took over, and he locked your throat—only to freeze the millisecond he saw your eyes filled with terror and concern.
He released you, gasping for air, hiding his face in his knees. You didn't leave. You sat beside him, placing a gentle hand on his trembling neck.
From that day on, Naib kept a small lavender sachet—one you gave him—tucked inside his knife kit. Whenever he’s hit by a Hunter and his body spasms in pain, he doesn't scream; he just bites down on his collar, pressing his chest against the scent of the sachet. Your name has become the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. ✨
⏳ The Grave Keeper (Andrew Kreiss): White Irises Beneath Rotting Soil
1. A Monster Unworthy of Touching the Divine
To Andrew Kreiss, the world is black and white, humanity is cruel, and he is merely an ominous "white-haired monster" meant to rot in a graveyard.
His devotion is the most humble, sacred, and heartbreaking of all five. ✨
Andrew never dares to look at you directly. When you greet him in the garden, he hides behind his heavy shovel, his pale face flushing with nerves. "Good afternoon(Miss or sir )" he whispers, his voice barely audible.
He is terrified that the scent of grave dirt and decay clinging to him will soil you.
One day, you noticed his hands were cracked and frostbitten from years of digging, and you handed him a tin of salve. Andrew froze. He didn't dare reach out until you forced it into his hands. After you left, he sank to his knees in the grass. He pressed the tin—warmed by your touch—against his chest and wept. It was the first gift he had ever received that wasn't laced with malice. ✨
2. Watching from Beneath the Sand
Andrew is a master of concealment. When he uses his shovel to submerge into the ground, the world falls silent. But few know he often dives not to avoid Hunters, but to follow you.
He moves like a ripple of sand, soundless, behind your footsteps. Beneath the soil, he hears your light steps, your quickening heart. When you pause at the Red Church, he is right there, inches beneath the stone floor, pressing his hand against the ground to "touch" where your feet stood. It is a distorted, silent way of being close to you without causing you harm. ✨
3. A Final Resting Place
In a secluded corner of the manor, Andrew has prepared a double grave. There are no weeds, only white irises he tends to with obsession. Sitting by the edge of the pit at night, he whispers:
"If one day... you can no longer bear this insane place, let me close your eyes. I will lay you in the cleanest, warmest bed of earth, and I will lie beside you. No one will ever hurt you again. Not even the gods." ✨
✍️ The Novelist (Orpheus): The Canary in a Fiction
1. Manipulation and Reversal
Orpheus is a master of human nature, treating everyone in the manor like puppets. You, however, have become the greatest variable in his story. ✨
Orpheus lures you to his study, filled with the smell of black coffee and old paper. He sits in the shadows of the desk lamp, locking onto you with a gaze that is both clinical and pathologically obsessed.
"you" he asks, turning a fountain pen, "if you met Geisha at the Arms Factory, would you run to the Big House or the triple-pallet?"
He already knows the answer. He often orchestrates situations to see how you react to danger—your panic, your tears, your defiance. He records every detail in his secret manuscript, cold and captivated.
2. Metaphorical Obsession
In a locked iron box under his desk lies a nameless novel. The heroine has your face, your habits, your voice. But in his pages, she is a prisoner:
Locked in a golden manor blooming with thorny roses.
Every morning, a masked gentleman kisses her throat.
When he watches you rubbing your temples in frustration over a cipher machine, he feels a surge of violent pleasure. He scribbles:
"you is my creation, my canary. I weave her fate. I grant her pain, and I grant her salvation. She must look at me, even if it is with hate." ✨
3. The Terror of "Metaphor"
His greatest fear is the three seconds he uses "Metaphor" to take control of your body. In those three seconds, he feels your slender bones, your trembling muscles, and your warm, beating heart. It is a level of intimacy that leaves him suffering from a sick withdrawal every time he lets go. He wants to destroy you, but he wants to consume you even more. ✨
⚡ The Prisoner (Luca Balsa): A Locked Frequency Beneath High Voltage
1. The Only Stable Wavelength
Luca’s brain is a cacophony of circuit diagrams and static. In the chaos of his mind, you are the only signal that never short-circuits. ✨
Luca’s devotion is high-energy and neurotic. He is always popping a mint, his hair a mess, shoving a circuit board in your face. "Hey! Look at this modification!" He grabs your wrist—his hands are hot, smelling of grease and ozone. He doesn't care if you understand; he just wants the excuse to let his shoulder brush yours.
2. The Exclusive "Safe Voltage"
Luca is possessive. In a match, he uses his "Connection" to link cipher machines, deliberately routing the progress (and the electricity) entirely to your machine, even at the cost of his own speed.
Standing across the map, watching your progress bar climb, he flashes a manic grin, blue light reflecting in his eyes:
"Smart （girl or boy) every volt flowing through you has Luca Balsa’s mark. We’re on the same frequency now, aren't we?" ✨
3. The Dangerous Invention
On his nightstand sits a custom-made metal collar, engraved with your initials. It’s an electrical stabilizer. At night, when his migraines drive him to bash his head against the wall, he holds the collar like a lifeline. He smiles, bloodshot eyes gleaming:
"If the world gets too loud... if they try to take you from me, I'll put this on you. Just one zap, and you'll never leave my lab again. We’ll be looped in this circuit... forever." ✨
੭⠀It had been a long time since he had felt your lips against his, and he was starving. Or, well, blurbs of a make out session.
⋆⠀FEATURING: Frederick Kreiburg 'Composer', Norton Campbell 'Prospector', Orpheus 'Novelist'.
⋆⠀WARNING: This post contain suggestive content. Frederick behaving like a red flag. Gender neutral!Reader. May contain spoilers of Ashes of Memory.
You were walking through the stable, trying to distract yourself from your boyfriend's indecent and insistent touches under the table during breakfast. You weren’t even sure if you were allowed to wander around that part of the manor, but at no point did you consider turning back and going inside those suffocating walls.
What Yandere I think Ancient Greek mythology boys would be.
TW⚠️ General Yandere behaviour, biting, manipulative behaviour, clingy behaviour…mentions of self harm (not reader). Read at your own risk⚠️
Where would the AOM men take you out on a first date?
Oh that's easy...
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Frederick is someone you expect to take you out on a fancy date out on the town... But the truth is, he can't afford that sort of thing, so he invites you to a performance he's doing at a guests house for some sort of party- and he does his best to disguise the fact that he hates it the entire time.
Hi I'm the one who did the Orpheus request! Sorry for the confusion LMAO I meant like if the reader WAS Eurydice basically 😅
Hello,love! This a very small blurb for Orpheus. I'm sorry but I'm highkey having a headache and this is the best I could come up with😅 Also Orpheus is not really my cup of tea...I like his daddy better😬 So I couldn't write very passionately about him,but I tried my best 😅😭😭😭
Heyy! Could you write a most-to-least compatible with a clingy!reader with the survivors maybe?
I love your works and find myself rereading them a lot, they're really stellar!! •v•
Thank you, I'm glad you like my work!! (I added Ithaqua, I couldn't resist)
Emma wants to be with you all hours of the day, craves it. She wants to never be alone again. If you want the same, then it’s nothing short of a match made in heaven, right?
(Bonus) Ithaqua is not #1 only because he doesn’t like if you get desperate about him having to leave for matches. Like, first of all, he doesn’t get a say and there’s nothing he can do. Second of all, he enjoys terrorizing the little survivors. This is his Me-Time. Any other time he adores having you wrapped around his finger—and a little separation pouting is endearing, but any more than that and he gets frustrated.
Eli is incredibly patient. He loves your company and doesn’t mind a shadow most of the time. But as he’s somewhat of a figurehead and confidant in the manor, he will sometimes need private time with other inhabitants. It’s for their privacy, you see, surely you understand. Otherwise, he doesn’t mind you sticking by his side!
Andrew won’t ever say it, but you liking his company so much sooths a lot of his soul-aches and worries. He does like some occasional quiet time, but otherwise he likes that you would choose time with him over time alone.
Antonio loves his darling’s company…but he also knows it’s important to give his friends some quality time too. (And he has a good amount of friends, despite fate’s intentions.) It’s only fair, right? Surely you can wait a bit. He’ll find you again later to share a bottle of wine.
Ganji similarly likes a good amount of time with his partner…but he’s also quite used to being alone and gets irritable when he doesn’t get any decompression time alone. Make sure he gets like five hours to do his own thing, and he’ll be alright the rest of the time.
Melly doesn’t know what to do with you most of the time. It’s not that she dislikes having you around, but rather she feels awkward. Is she…supposed to be doing something with you? Is she expected to entertain you? She’ll deal with this better after some reassurance and comfort, but otherwise struggles with subconscious expectations about her duties as a partner.
Emily can appreciate clinginess from a medical standpoint. You’ve got some abandonment wounds, yes? You’re afraid of being left behind. She will do her best to accommodate you, but unfortunately she has to work the infirmary most nights and you can’t just loiter in there. Respect her work hours and she’ll make it work the rest of the time.
Orpheus is busy with his own things a good chunk of the time, but as long as it’s not anything private he doesn’t mind sharing space with you. You can even sit on his lap while he’s busy writing…just don’t distract him with inane chatter. And when he says he’s busy, respect that.
Norton avoids you for your own good, alright? Don’t make this difficult. He’s not answering any questions about the hows and the whys, and begging will get you nowhere. When he’s able to have you around, rest assured he’ll be around. He wants to be around you. But whenever he leaves you be, it’s because you’re safer that way.
Luchino also has work. Even in the manor, he’s not giving up on his research, his life’s work. It’s better if you let him come to you. Make plans with him; he’ll never be late, never forget you. But he has work and even as his s/o you can’t be allowed to distract him.
I saw some post about reader react to idv male characters costume
So how about idv male characters react reader wearing a sexy costume
Ah Orfeo’s Game
(In this I make it a slight love triangle but not really because Orpheus chose his path and so did you as the reader)
“There she is.” A woman walks in, their flapper dress and hat resting on her hair. It was white and blue, she went to Norton and pat his arm gently.
Norton holds her by the waist and they press their heads together before she goes to Orfeo and offers a hand. He hesitantly shakes it, admiring the woman’s beauty. Her beautiful eyes, lovely hair, even if it was classy, messy or just short.
Somehow in someway, it made her pretty. Norton couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the sight, but they then stop when the woman goes over to Leo and they begin talking. The man was gentle, even going as far to hold her hand as well, meanwhile Emma and Emily happily guide their associate to a corner.
Freddy scoffs, “Typical, fraternize with the public.”
“Whats that spose’ ta mean mate?” Norton remarks cooly while Freddy just shakes his head. “Nothing that concerns you Campbell.” Obviously annoyed with this whole situation Freddy walks away.
Meanwhile Orpheus was focused on the back of that mysterious flapper, she looks so elegant. “Ah my beautiful guest from afar. I heard she came here as a renovation project for the next theme to this gathering. She sure knows how to have fun.” The tall woman walks away, greeting other guests.
Soon she greets the new guest, Norton watched, his gaze growing weary at the sight of the taller woman kissing the lady’s hand. Hostess Yidhra gently pecks the smaller woman’s knuckles while Yima bows respectively, the two then walk away to greet Mr. Kreiburg and Mr. Riley. Soon Norton was beside the lady of honor and they begin talking, she was nodding each time he spoke. Never speaking and when she did he’d stop to listen, they carried such chemistry with one another.
Even when she wore an outfit that disparaged the standard towards women, Orfeo had to know…how and why? Why was she here? And how did she make it in his story?
Some time would pass the two never met up, or made eye contact. Until they had to meet for rehearsal, his gaze lands on hers. He got a good look….
Her eyes, the flapper dress barely covering her legs, the way her hair practically looks…it was mesmerizing. It was as if he was witnessing a muse for the first time….then thats when he finally gains the confidence to make a move.
Orfeo caresses the woman’s face. “Orpheus…?”
Right, his real name… “Yes?” They stay silent.
Then Norton came over and gently held her by the waist. “Everything alright?”
Right, they…were never meant to be..
Norton and the woman walk off, not before she gave him one last glance.