hai haiiiii can i pls request any 2 idv men (whoever you want) with a reader who faints from fear during a match?
Heyo! First of all, tysm for the ask!! It’s my first time doing this so srry in advance if it’s not what you expected 😭 I’m so so anxious but I really hope it’s not too bad, enjoy! (Also choose Norton and Luca cuz I love them both but if you wanted someone else feel free to tell me ^-^)
Norton Campbell and Luca Balsa with a reader who faints from fear in matches.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽N O R T O N ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Norton is not a gentle guy—that much everyone, including himself, knew. He was used to fighting for the bare minimum, struggling among men just as desperate as him. He was used to being wary of others, attentive and alert, like people could fool him at any moment if he wasn’t sharp enough. The incident at the mine sure didn’t help—it shortened his temper even more, turning him into a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at the bare minimum.
When he first met you, it was—expectedly—not easy. You’d been liked by everyone ever since you arrived at the manor, open and bright like the shiniest star; the complete opposite of his harsh, gloomy demeanor. But if anyone knew that opposites attract—it was him.
You’d taken a liking to the Prospector despite his hard exterior, convinced that you wanted to know him—the real him—beneath that façade. It took time—probably longer than you’d liked. At first, he was avoidant. But your persistence became...almost pleasant. A gentle routine he learned to look forward to.
He’s not one to show affection easily, and he’s mostly big on acts of service, which is why he’s always keeping an eye on you, noticing even the smallest details when you’re not looking. Keeping you safe. Keeping you treasured.
He takes note of what you like, dislike—what you fear. He remembers those flowers you said you liked. Suddenly, they’re growing in the greenhouse just behind the manor.
Spider in your room? He’ll burn the whole place down if it means you’ll sleep soundly.
Most of all, he knows about your fear of being chased—ironic and inconvenient, considering the situation you’re in.
He knows how you panic easily just hearing that all-too-familiar heartbeat speeding up. Knows how your hands start to shake, how your mind fogs over. How your legs weaken. How your vision blurs. You have this habit—of fainting when it all gets too overwhelming.
But don’t worry. He’s got you.
His hands are firm but careful as they cradle you. He hushes you in a low voice, tucking you behind a big rock or the shell of an abandoned car.
“I’m here. You’re safe.”
Your heart slowly begins to return to its normal rhythm.
Norton shields your body, caressing your forehead with his callous hand.
“If they want to get you, they’ll have to get through me first. I’ve already lost too much to lose you too”. He’s got you—and you have nothing to fear.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽L U C A☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
Luca gets lost in his own inventions. Lost as in a deep-dive, full-on hyperfocused — the kind where the world fades away and only blueprints, wires, and flowing abstract concepts seem to count. He doesn’t mean to ignore things, nevertheless you. He adores you, truly. You’re one of the few people at the manor who listens — really listens to his endless ramblings about circuits and gears. You’ve even tested a few of his inventions yourself- a shocking experience in all senses.
He’s glad he met you. You see him for more than just the genius inventor. Not as the prisoner. Not the broken prodigy. Just Luca — quirks, flaws, messy hair, lazy eyes and all.
"Last machine..." he muttered, his sharp canine just barely peeking out from his lip — the usual sign he’s buried deep in thought.
Suddenly you can hear heavy footsteps coming from the distance. The usual loud heartbeat pounds in your ears like drums.
"..."
“Hey? Don’t stand there! We need to finish this cipher before—” he chirped, not noticing the way your hands trembled as they hovered over the console.
Your fingers grasped the edges of the machine, desperately trying to anchor yourself to reality as you could feel yourself slipping away. Vision blurring. Breath coming out short.
“Hey? Hey—are you—?” He reached for your hand— Then everything went dark.
“Darling? Oh god—” Luca knelt beside you, holding your body in between his surprisingly steady arms.
“I thought i almost electrocuted you,” he stammered. “When I saw you pass out like that, I panicked and i messed up the machine and it exploded, and—”
He trailed off, running a hand through his hair, sighing loudly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t say that—don’t blame yourself,” you murmured, your voice warm.
His gaze softened as he gently pressed his gloved hand on your cheek. “It’s my fault. You know how I get with this tech stuff — I hyperfocus and forget the rest of the world even exists. I knew you had that fear. I should’ve noticed—how could I not notice sooner—” he kept rambling, more to himself than you.
You leaned up just enough to press a light kiss to his temple. “Luca. Stop spiraling. I’m okay. Really.”
He let out yet another long breath, chuckling slightly. “‘Aight... but maybe next time just tap my shoulder or— I don’t know—pull me out the spiral, ok?”
