kiss me now, or never.

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[zoeybaby]

☼ — fall for you !

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ . ࣪☾⭑ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ۫ ┊ ┊ ★.˚ ┊ ☆ ࣪⊹ ˖ִ𑁤 i'm here in search of your glory .ᐟ ִֶָ ༘⋆

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requests: open!

ㅤㅤ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — rules !ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — masterlist !ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — ao3 !

hello!! my name is v, so you're free to call me any name that starts with the letter bc that's my name!! this is my writing blog! i'm 22 years old, and comfortable with any pronouns so go crazy! here i will write for multiple different fandoms, all of which will have their own dedicated masterlists as i write for them so everything is nice and sorted.

i also have a blog dedicated to creepypasta (uncannydevotion) if you're interested in reading anything related to that, as well as a yandere blog (punished-affection) should you want to send in any yandere requests or just read yandere things in general.

if you're interested in sending in a request, then please make sure to read the rules before you do, thank you!

[zoeybaby]

I know nothing about DBD aside from some of your fanfics with the characters, but I noticed there’s something called The Entity, who I assume made the alternate dimension (?) and trials. But, maybe, I was wondering, would you consider writing The Entity x reader 👉👈

notes. so i wasn't entirely sure how to go about writing this given the fact that the entity is yknow. nothing but claws and. fog. but i really like the idea of her forming some kind of attachment so i'm giving this a shot but it might be a lil short mmhm mmhm.

premise. the impossible happens. the entity grows attached.

warnings. gn!reader, she/her prns used for the entity. killer!reader and survivor!reader, but it's survivor!reader centric. unhealthy attachments, canon-typical violence, mentions of reader death. this can be read as romantic or platonic, it's up to you.

Never in a million years did anyone in the fog see this happening. The Entity has never shown an interest in anything other than the death of survivors, so her sudden interest in you was concerning, to say the least.

It's hard to tell exactly what she's thinking. She doesn't communicate, not really. Not with words that you could understand, at least.

As a killer, her strange interest isn't too weird. She's been known to play favorites before, with a few examples being Danny and Jiwoon. You were a new addition, so maybe that's why she seemed so interested in you?

As a survivor, it was terrifying, having this enigmatic being be so interested in you. The other survivors avoided you because of her interest, and you can't really blame them. If she were interested in someone else, you'd avoid them to.

Instead of getting an abundance of neat little outfits, her interest manifests in crows constantly flying around you, and a thick fog seeming to trail behind you wherever you go. Outside of trails, the crows and fog were tolerable.

The crows, despite being uncanny, are decent company. They bring you little trinkets from the various realms in the fog, most of which you're able to use as little charms. Some of the crows like to rest on your shoulders, or your legs when you're sitting down.

And the trail of fog is... well... it's fog. It's cold. Though, it moves like it's alive. It curls around your ankles, and will curl around your hand too if you try touching it. It doesn't hurt you, you're not sure if it can, but it leaves you feeling uncomfortable. Like every time it touches you, it takes a piece of you.

The Entity is attached to you, but that doesn't mean you get any sort of special privilege. If you're a killer, you're still expected to murder survivors. Perhaps she even expects you to be the best at it, since you've caught her attention. And as a survivor, you're still doomed to die every trial.

You're not sure how long you've been here. Time in the fog moved differently. It was always night, save for the faux sunlight on that damn farm. You'd just gotten out of a trial, the familiar feeling of the Krasue's guts coiling around you stuck to your skin, and now amount of scrubbing made it go away.

You had strayed away from the campfire, just to the trees that constantly surrounded it. The other survivors told you to never stray too far, because certain killers were known to loiter around. You just needed some space to collect yourself.

A few crows perched on branches of the tree you rested against, faintly cawing. That same fog that followed you around during trials rested at a distance. It was thicker than usual, but it didn't approach. You're not sure if that made you feel better, or worse.

You stared at the fog, watching it. It had no eyes, but it felt like it was watching you, too. One of the crows flew down from the tree to rest next to you. You've learned that when this happens, it's because The Entity wants you to talk to her.

Honestly, you never know what to say. The first few times, you just begged her to let you go home. Begging was pointless, and you had even tried to just ignore The Entity as a whole, but... she doesn't like when you do that.

So you rambled. You talked about whatever came to mind. A memory from your childhood, or some odd occurrence that happened during a trial. Right now, though, you didn't have anything you wanted to talk about.

"Leave me alone," You quietly mumbled. The crow's head cocked to the side, and it cawed before flapping its wings and flying into the fog. The other crows were quick to follow, until it was just you and the fog.

It was... definitely surprising that the crows left. A part of you wonders if maybe you'd made some kind of mistake, a sick feeling of dread beginning to knot in your stomach as you watch the fog grow darker. It becomes inky black in just a few short moments, similar to the fog that had taken you.

And slowly, you watch as a single claw comes out of it. The same claw that stabs into your chest every time you're sacrificed. The Entity herself. You can't help but freeze, eyes wide as you watched the claw approach.

Was this the end? Would you finally die for good? You're not sure if you want to die, but if it means getting out of this hell, then maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for pain. The pain never came though, and when you finally muster the courage to open your eyes, the claw is just hovering in front of you. Slowly, she inches forward and taps your forehead.

Was... was she trying to comfort you?

The thought was absurd, and you would have laughed you weren't the one experiencing this.

Faint whispers filled the silence. A language you couldn't understand, but one you understood to belong to The Entity. She was talking to you, even though you had no idea what she was saying.

Out of everybody in the fog, you never imagined it to be The Entity herself offering you comfort. Honestly, you were probably misreading this entire situation, but... she wasn't hurting you. And as much as you hated it, you found yourself leaning into the comfort.

Tears you'd been holding back for who knows how long finally began to fall. You cry, and the claw of The Entity lightly taps your forehead again. The claw doesn't retract this time, just pressing against your skin. You lean against it, and hope that none of the other survivors come looking for you.

You're sure that if they saw you accepting comfort from the very being tormenting all of them, they'd just push you away more.

[zoeybaby]

☆ — slasher masterlist !

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　☾　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　,　 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  ✮　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

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down below you will find the masterlist to all my slasher/horror related works <3

☁︎ — brahms heelshire.

ㅤㅤ★ — going on a date.

[zoeybaby]

☆ — final fantasy vii masterlist !

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　☾　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　,　 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  ✮　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

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down below you will find the masterlist to all my final fantasy vii related works <3

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — cloud strife.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — barret wallace.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — tifa lockhart.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — aerith gainsborough.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — vincent valentine.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — cid highwind.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — rufus shinra.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — zack fair.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — sephiroth.

ㅤㅤ★ — going on a date.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — angeal hewley.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — genesis raphsodos.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — reno.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — rude.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — tseng.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — elena.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — cissnei.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — roche.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — reeve tuesti.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — scarlet.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — kadaj.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — loz.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — yazoo.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — jessie.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — wedge.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — biggs.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

[zoeybaby]

holds ur hand. thinking... maybe something about like. getting a surprise mini date after they've been super busy. or like you two both try to surprise each other at the same time and it's. super giggly...

notes. teehee thank u for requesting this jazz hug hug. for some reason adding a read more divider causes the pictures to bug out on desktop which is really really annoying sigh. it's completely fine on mobile just dont look at this post on desktop or i'll cry. you definitely can't tell who i was most excited to write for in this post. definitely not. everyone is loved equally here. yeah.

premise. life keeps you busy, but you're always able to find a way to spend time with your partner, despite it all.

includes. neuvillette (genshin), grace ashcroft (re9), the trickster (dbd), brahms heelshire (the boy), and sephiroth (ff7).

warnings. gn!reader, fluff, established relationship for all, more in depth warnings before each segment but it's really just super soft fluff. super short but hopefully super sweet.

NEUVILLETTE vague canon, established marriage, mildly insecure neuvi.

Given Neuvillette's work, it's not that shocking that the two of you rarely have time to go on dates. You're lucky if you get to eat dinner with the man, given the fact that he spends most of his nights in his office, scribbling away at paperwork and going over certain cases for court.

Marrying him, you'd expect this to be the case. It wasn't his fault, and you kept yourself fairly busy as well, so it's not like you were waiting for him all day and night.

It had been maybe... a couple of months since your last date, but you can't really remember. You just know that it got cut short because of Neuvillette's work, and you had spent almost two hours the following morning reassuring your husband that you weren't upset.

Really, it didn't bother you. If you manage to go out on a date, than that's cool! If you don't, then that's also cool! You're just happy to spend whatever time you can with him, even if it's only a few minutes during the day before he had to return to work.

Still, you were pleasantly surprised when you came home to smell something cooking in the kitchen. Normally, Neuvillette would still be out by the time you got home. One quick look in the kitchen, and sure enough, your husband was chopping up vegetables and carefully simmering some meat.

"You're home early," You say as you step into the kitchen, smiling a bit at the way Neuvillette perks up just from the sound of your voice. He glances back to meet your gaze for just a second before he's back to focusing on the veggies he's chopping.

There's this small smile on his face as he speaks, one that's evident in the softness of his voice, "There wasn't anything that required my immediate attention, so I thought I'd make us dinner."

You hum a bit, your arms wrapping around his waist and pressing yourself against him, watching as he chopped the veggies, "Yeah? Smells good," You murmur, glancing up from the cutting board to instead stare at your husband's side profile.

Your compliment had the smile on his face growing just a bit, and you sigh, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping away from him, "Let me get changed, and I'll come help you."

Truly, you didn't need to have any kind of date with your husband, but you weren't just going to let this moment pass you by.

GRACE ASHCROFT post-canon, are you married? are you just dating? who knows, workaholic grace, aeon mentioned.

Working in the FBI, you knew that date nights were going to be practically impossible. You'd accepted that fact, making plans with Grace when you both had time off. Though, your girlfriend was a bit of a workaholic, always glued to her laptop and doing stuff even when it's supposed to be her day off.

It was charming, and you were more than happy to just lounge in bed all day with her while she worked. It wasn't your typical romantic date, but you were okay with it.

And then she came home with a child. You do not know where this child came from, but her name was Emily, and Grace insisted that you guys adopt her. Emily seemed sweet, and you had such a hard time telling Grace no.

With a daughter, date nights became nonexistent. It's not Emily's fault, and it's not Grace's fault, either.

It just naturally came to be that way, with Emily eager to be included in everything the two of you did. She struggled to make friends, and you didn't want her feeling left out just because you wanted to spend time with your... girlfriend? Wife? You're not entirely sure what you guys are, actually.

Besides, Emily was a delight to be around. She brought a new life to your relationship with Grace, and you'd really started to feel like a family.

But Emily was very much aware of how you wanted to spend a little alone time with Grace. She knows you would never exclude her, which is why she suddenly asked if she could stay with Leon for the weekend.

"He's all sad and mopey because Ada is busy with work, so I'm gonna have him take me to the amusement park and force him to have fun." She had said, a sheer look of determination on her face, "So you gotta make sure mom has fun, too."

You make a mental note to buy her those books she'd been saving up for with her allowance.

With your daughter away for the weekend, the only thing you had to worry about was getting Grace away from work long enough to actually go on a date. You'd thought it'd be a bit difficult, but turns out all you had to do was tell her you wanted to take her out on a date and she was suddenly putting her laptop away.

It wasn't anything fancy like dinner at a nice restaurant or some kind of amusement park. Just a simple walk in the local park, and some ice cream from the new shop that opened in town.

But god, it's the best date you've ever been on.

THE TRICKSTER pre-fog, songwriter!reader, jiwoon mildly slanders yunjin im so sorry, mentions of murder,

Dating Jiwoon was really odd. Your relationship wasn't publicly announced, but neither of you ever bothered hiding it, either. Jiwoon loved showing you off, always including you in posts on his socials, mentioning times you two have spent together in interviews...

Most of the attention that came from dating Jiwoon was surprisingly positive.

His fans seemed happy that he found someone, with many of them gushing over the photos that he posts. There are some who send death threats, and some who try to slander your name in any way they can but... you try your best to ignore those types of people. They're just a loud minority, and you've noticed that they tend to disappear of the internet for whatever reason.

The only issue with your relationship was... well, the lack of time you actually get to spend with him. Sure, you got to work with him, being a songwriter and all, but that wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to go out with him, to talk to him outside of song making.

And with him being an idol, that was far easier said than done. If he wasn't in the studio making music, he was off performing, or hosting some variety show, or going out in the dead of night to practice. You knew that spending time together would be difficult, and you were ready to put effort into making things work, but god... it still sucks.

The last date you went on was shortly before the new year, and it had been cut short because some of his fans spotted the two of you and it caused this whole commotion.

You'd honestly come to accept that you probably won't be going on a date with him again until the holidays, so you were a bit surprised when Jiwoon showed up at your place in the middle of the day.

He's supposed to be working, you were well aware of that. Yunjin had even sent you a text telling you to send him off if he showed up at your place, talking about how he needed to be focused on his next comeback.

"Yunjin needs to get a life," Jiwoon had mumbled during the drive to the restaurant he'd apparently booked. You're not entirely sure why Jiwoon hates Yunjin so much, considering she's the one who made him an idol, but... you think it's best to not ask.

Instead, you're going to focus on the fact that Jiwoon had planned a surprise lunch date. It gets your heart racing, knowing that he seemingly missed you as much as you missed him.

"You could've waited until you finished the album, y'know," You comment, absently staring at the way your fingers are interlocked with his before glancing out the window of the car.

His face scrunches up a bit, like the mere idea of waiting got on his nerves, "If I wait another day to spend time with you, I'll kill someone."

You're fairly certain that's a joke, even though he's always so serious when he says it. He makes comments like that often, so you have to assume he's just got a morbid sense of humor.

"Mm, that would be awful," You hum, a small smile on your face, "Guess I gotta stick by your side to make sure that doesn't happen."

And there's this small smile on Jiwoon's face at your words.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE canon, very clingy brahms, maybe ooc?? i havent watched the movie in a few years.

Given the fact that you lived with Brahms' fulltime, you wouldn't think it'd be difficult to spend time with him. Brahms thinks so too, expecting to be able to cling to your side all day.

But you're the only person in the home to take care of everything. He refuses to let anyone else even get near, except for the guy who delivers groceries. And even he's on thin ice, with the way he boldly flirts with you.

Your days are busy taking care of the home. You make breakfast for both you and Brahms, and then spend a good portion of your day just cleaning the place up. You dust, you empty out traps, you've even taken to tending to the bushes and garden because they've gotten a bit out of hand.

By the time you actually have time to spare, it's basically the end of the day and you just make him dinner and send him off to bed with a quick kiss. Brahms hates it. He hates how you're depriving him of your attention.

You wake up early in the morning to the borderline suffocating feeling of arms tightly wrapped around you, keeping you pressed up against Brahms. His face is buried in your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin like he's terrified you'll disappear if he loosens his grip.

This isn't the first time you've woken up to him in your bed, and you seriously doubt it'll be the last.

"Brahms," Your murmur, voice thick with sleep as you run your fingers through his hair, hoping it'll wake him up, "C'mon, baby, you gotta let me go."

Brahms just clings to you harder, if that's even possible. He presses himself against you until you're not entirely sure where you end and he begins, keeping you trapped against him as he murmurs quietly against your skin, "No."

His voice lacked the usual child-like pitch, just a deep rumble as he clings to you. You can't help but sigh just a bit. It's not like you had a lot of stuff planned today. Maybe a quick check around the place to make sure it was clean, and to check the rat traps. You couldn't do anything stuck in bed like this, though.

"Brahms," You repeat, tone taking on a bit of a firm note, hoping that maybe he'll let you go.

But the man was stubborn, and there's no way he was going to let you go. You've deprived him of your attention for days, and he's just taking what you owe him. Just shut up and deal with it.

So for the first few hours of the day, you were trapped in bed. He only lets you out when you start complaining about being hungry, but even then he's clinging to you in the kitchen. He's not going to give you a single chance to slip away from him, no matter how hard you might try.

SEPHIROTH pre-crisis with some vague canon, secret relationships, zack fair is the wingman of all time.

You'd always expected that dating Sephiroth would be difficult. He was Midgar's most wanted bachelor, and you doubt Shinra would ever let that man date anybody, not when they made money off of the idea of being able to date him.

You never thought you'd be the one to end up dating Sephiroth. An odd occurrence of coincidences led to your relationship with the man, and you both thought it would be best to keep it a secret. Nobody knows, except for one single man.

Zack Fair. And the only reason Zack knew is because he put context clues together. Context clues that nobody else has noticed, thankfully. Not even Genesis has noticed, which is just a little shocking.

Going on dates with Sephiroth was, unfortunately, impossible. He's the most recognized man on the planet, and disguising him was pointless because there's always one person who manages to see through it. The risk of being recognized stressed him out, and he hated the attention he got, so you just... never went out on dates.

It's something you would love to do, really, but at the end of the day, you're just happy to be able to date the man. Spending time with him, even if it's just sneaking quick kisses in the empty staircase of Shinra HQ, was more than enough for you.

Zack thought differently. He saw the way you and Sephiroth would stare at each other, and he just knew you two needed some alone time. It's how he ended up cooking up a plan. That plan involved hunting down a small restaurant, one that not many people know about.

And then he had to swear the owners of the place to secrecy, going as far as to promise to work there for the remainder of the year to bring some attention to the place. When he secured the restaurant, he then came up with different plans to keep Angeal and Genesis busy so they wouldn't question why Sephiroth wasn't around.

When everything was perfect, he cornered you, and told you that you and Sephiroth were going out on a date. You could barely get a word in before he was dragging you along. One minute, you were in Shinra HQ. The next, you and your boyfriend had miraculously ended up in a cozy restaurant without anyone noticing.

You don't know how Zack did all of this. You don't know why he'd go out of his way to do this, but you're incredibly grateful.

Sephiroth, though a bit awkward, was just as happy to be on this date with you. There's this small smile on his face as he speaks to you, his gaze never once straying from you for too long. You were the center of the universe, and he'd been dreaming about going on a date with you like this since you first started dating.

And now that he has a taste of what it's like to go on a date with you, he's definitely going to approach Zack in the future to see if he'd be willing to do something like this again.

[zoeybaby]

Do you have any characters in particular that you like/dislike writing for?

uhmmmm

i have a Lot of characters i love writing for a lot mmhm mmhm like... i guess if i had to list a few uhmm..

i really like writing for hak jiwoon (dbd), mina (dbd), sylus and rafayel (lads), kylar (dol), eden (dol), alex (dol), dimitri (fe3h), childe (genshin), sampo (hsr), phainon (hsr), sephiroth, aerith... those are just a few off the top of my head uhmm quick edit i also love writing for zoey and baby from kpdh nod nod nod. and ghirahim from zelda. and ganondorf. and link. okay that's all end edit.

as for dislikes... i don't really like writing for any of the characters beyond fontaine mostly because i don't. really care for anyone other than maybe flins.

i still write for characters i don't really like, but my hard nos off the top of my head would probably be freddy krueger and art the clown.

[zoeybaby]

So glad to hear you’re still writing for DBD :D

If you’re taking requests, any HCS for Myers, bubba, pyramid head, Frank Morrison, the wraith, etc. would be sooo lovely to read! Angst, fluff, smut, it doesn’t matter. Just love your works and love to see an active dbd writer!! Take care :P

notes. opting to leave frank out bc i have two drafts that have him in it so <3 but thanks for sending in a request!! i love dead by daylight. i love writing dead by daylight.

premise. they've taken an interest in a survivor.

includes. the shape, the cannibal, the executioner, and the wraith.

warnings. canon-typical violence, various lengths, gn!reader, survivor!reader, obsession, unhealthy attachments, numerous mentions of reader death but it's never permanent or in detail, pre-relationship for all but romantic (and obsessive) intentions heavily implied.

THE SHAPE

Michael has never shown an interest in anyone before, not without it being followed by murderous intent. And the first couple trials after you found yourself in the fog, he didn't really pay you any mind. You were another victim, another person for him to murder.

Something changes, one trial, and he's not sure what.

There's this fire in your eyes that he's never noticed before, a fire that has this strange itch settling in his chest. An itch that only seems the grow, the longer you manage to evade him.

He wanted nothing more than to snuff that fire out, because... that's what that feeling means, right?

You're not entirely sure what you did to catch his attention, but you wish you knew so that you could stop. Being targeted whenever you wind up in a trial with him isn't a fun experience, and he just completely ignores the other survivors unless they actively get in the way of him getting to you. At the end of the day (or… night?), it was whatever.

At least, until you started to catch him watching you outside of trials.

You didn't even know that was possible until Sable pointed him out to the other survivors ("Hey, isn't that the Michael guy?" She asked, jerking her head in his direction. Everyone around the campfire had gone quiet, and just behind the trees, you could vaguely make out a vague outline of the murderer.) It had unnerved the others, but you knew that he was only there to watch you. You could feel his gaze practically boring a hole through you.

The Entity, for whatever reason, saw no issue with Michael's strange little obsession with you, much to your dismay.

And Michael… he doesn't understand why, but no matter how many times he kills you, that itch never goes away. Your death never brings him any satisfaction, and it's starting to frustrate him, honestly. Clearly, there's something wrong with you. This is your fault.

And it really isn't until he sees you being buddy-buddy with one of the other survivors that it actually begins to click.

He's attached, in a weird, murderous way.

For reasons unknown, he's started to perceive you as his. There's no telling when the change happened, but you pick up on it immediately. Instead of targeting you, he seems to target whoever you're close to in trials.

The change is jarring, and other survivors start to pick up on it as well. You're seen as Michael's favorite now, even though it really doesn't feel like it. They've started to avoid you because of it, in hopes that maybe they'll be spared a brutal death in the next trial.

You have noticed that certain killers seem to avoid you during trials now, too. Namely, Ghostface and the members of Legion. That's really the only positive from any of this, honestly.

THE CANNIBAL

Bubba tries really hard not to pay too much attention to the survivors, because he starts to feel a little bad about killing them when he does. It's silly, and it's not a kindness they deserve, but it's hard to be apathetic, especially when it comes to the new ones. The survivors hardly ever feel the same way, though.

You treated him as a person, even after the countless times he's killed you. It was jarring, the first time you left him a small trinket at the exit gate. It was something you made, that much was obvious. It reminded him of his own creations, and it filled him with this giddy excitement that he's not sure he's ever felt before.

He knows that he's not supposed to play favorites, but Bubba just can't bring himself to kill you.

You bring him gifts! It would be rude if he were to hurt you after you've shown him kindness. So yes, Bubba shows you clear favoritism. It's something the other survivors probably find annoying, but it is what it is.

The Entity doesn't seem to care much, either. You're the only survivor he ever spares, and it's not like you're always in a trial with him.

The guilt of the harm he's already caused you eats him alive a bit, and no amount of reassurance from you will ever really make it go away. He's really sorry.

You're the first friend he's had in... ever, really, if you don't count his family. He's always nervous that he'll end up doing something to scare you off. He can't speak, so he's worried his grunts and squeals might startled you. His movements can be a bit erratic too. Sharp, jerky movements because he never knows what he's allowed to do.

But you never shy away from him. You always chat with him, talking about anything and everything. Random things that happen around the campfire, little stories from your life before the fog, interactions you've had with other killers.

Bubba doesn't know when his platonic feelings started to turn into something more, but he knows when he became aware of it. He had made you something. A little keychain, something you could easily clip to your belt. It wasn't his best work, but you had smiled so brightly when he gave it to you.

And you wore it constantly. Every trial he has with you, you're wearing it. It's become a part of your look, apparently. You wore it so proudly that he swears his heart nearly gave out on him.

He... hopes that he'll have the courage to convey his rapidly growing feelings to you soon.

THE EXECUTIONER

Pyramid Head knew about you before he even had his first trial with you.

He's always been attuned to people's guilt and sins, and you… you had none of that. To put it simply, you were perfect. It's something that realistically shouldn't be possible, but there's not a single thing he can sense that you deserved judgment for.

When in a trial with you, he never really... targeted you. If anything, he was trying to keep the other survivors away from you, to keep your soul pure. He'd hate if anyone were to taint it.

It was a surprise to everyone when he started showing an immediate interest in you. The other killers were confused, and very much wary of you. If you can make a being such as Pyramid Head be gentle, then surely there's something deeply wrong with you.

And the survivors weren't any better. They were nice to you, they always were, but they kept you at arms length. You can't really blame them, either. They've been... tortured, really, by the creature just for being near you.

The Entity doesn't seem as confused as the others. She is... rather silent. She only wants sacrifices, and nothing else. She doesn't care what the survivors and killers get up to in their spare time between trials. Even if she did, it's not like she could do anything to stop Pyramid Head's growing obsession with you.

She does not control him. He is here of his own free will, and they've come to a mutual agreement of sorts because of it. He still takes his role as killer very seriously, and seemingly even more so when he's in a trial with you. He likes getting you alone.

You're terrified of him, but that's okay. He's your... protector. He doesn't need you to like him (even though something deep inside his being yearns for it), he just needs you to understand that you're safe when he's around.

There's no telling whether this weird obsession he has for you is strictly platonic. His touch lingers far too long for it to be, but you're not even sure if he can feel romantic feelings. Perhaps he just... sees you as something to keep?

That thought leaves you feeling nauseous, but... it's nice, in an odd way? This realm was terrifying. Having someone as imposing as him to protect you—as much as he's allowed to by The Entity—is comforting.

THE WRAITH

Philip stopped caring for survivors a long time ago. He barely even noticed when new faces would appear; everyone was starting to blur together into faceless beings that he had to kill. It would take a miracle for him to acknowledge your existence, and miracles aren't something meant to exist in the fog. But there's always a chance for him to be proven wrong, it seems.

And that chance was when you showed up in Autohaven outside of a trial. He's never encountered a survivor outside of a trial before, so he was incredibly caught off guard when he saw you absently digging through a pile of junk and scrap. How did you even get here to begin with? He thought survivors were condemned to their campfire; he didn't know they could just… wander around.

He also learned that killing was strictly prohibited outside of trials because of this. An annoying realization, but one that makes sense in the grand scheme of things. That strange creature who can mimic voices doesn't seem to get along with the new killer... Jason, is it?

You refused to leave, too. The idea of being able to interact with a killer outside of a trial was far too enticing to pass up, and for a long time, Philip refused to humor you. Hell, when he ended up in a trial with you after that encounter, he tunneled you out just to spite you.

You complained about it after the trial, back at the junkyard. He didn't care much to listen to you, blocking your voice out for the most part. You talked a lot, and he hated it.

But at some point, he started to listen. You talked a lot about your life, and never about the fog. You had so many stories to tell that it was impossible for him not to listen to some of them. That was quick to turn into him quietly responding, asking questions for clarification on certain things during your stories.

It didn't take long for you and Philip to start having full-blown conversations, mostly about your life. He didn't like talking about himself, and you never pried for anything he didn't want to give answers to.

You know his name, random details about his life, and that's about it. That was enough for you, for some reason. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand.

There's no denying the soft spot he was developing for you, though. It was obvious to everyone, including you. He would hesitate to hurt you in trials, despite that being his 'job'. He'd more often than not end up giving you hatch, too.

Philip doesn't want to admit that he's developed certain feelings for you. To him, it's simply impossible for the two of you to end up together. It's a miracle that you've become his friend in the first place, anything more is just never going to happen.

But... there's always a chance, right?

[zoeybaby]

☆ — resident evil masterlist !

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down below you will find the masterlist to all my resident evil related works <3

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — grace ashcroft.

ㅤㅤ★ — comforting moments.

ㅤㅤ★ — going on a date.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — leon kennedy.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — victor gideon.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — zeno.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

[zoeybaby]

☆ — degrees of lewdity masterlist !

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down below you will find the masterlist to all my degrees of lewdity related works <3

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — alex.

ㅤㅤ★ — comforting moments. (m!alex)

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — avery.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — robin.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — whitney.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — sydney.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — eden.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — kylar.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — bailey.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — harper.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

[zoeybaby]

☾ — comforting moments.

notes. chat i'm gonna be so honest i'm only writing this bc i'm in need of some tlc so this is just gonna include some of my faves (+ grace for my sister) idk. it's disgustingly self-indulgent so.

premise. snippets of comfort with your significant other.

includes. rafayel (lads), alex (dol), jiwoon (dbd), and grace ashcroft (re9)

warnings. gn!reader, purely self-indulgent, various lengths but a bit on the shorter side, and not proofread. proper warnings before each segment, but general warnings: disgusting amount of fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship for all.

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RAFAYEL nonmc!reader, general feeling of sadness, vaguely a depressive episode.

You're not too sure what it is about today that's been off, but from the moment you woke up, there's just been something bothering you.

It felt like a chore to get out of bed, and you didn't have the energy to do anything. It wasn't unusual for you to get this way, but it sucked every single time.

Lucky for you, you had a boyfriend who deeply understood what you were going through, even if there were times when you didn't want him to.

"Cutie..." Rafayel's voice is gentle, breaking through the deafening silence of the bedroom. You can feel his hand gently rubbing your back as he sits next to you on the bed, and you bury your face deeper into the pillows.

Your phone had been buzzing nonstop, but you didn't have the energy to look at it. You can only assume it had been Rafayel trying to get your attention before deciding to just barge into your apartment when you didn't respond to him.

He found you curled up in your bed under a mess of blankets, face buried in your pillows with the curtains closed, blocking any sunlight from bleeding into the room.

Were you feeling any better, you probably would've been embarrassed over him seeing you in such a sad state.

Your lack of response earns a small sigh from him, the warmth of his hand leaving your back.

For a moment, you wonder if maybe he'd just leave you alone like this. The thought makes you feel both relieved and sick to your stomach. Instead, the bed dips further, and you feel the covers lifting.

Rafayel makes himself comfortable in bed next to you, tugging at you so that you're no longer lying on your stomach. You don't fight him, you just let him adjust you until your face is buried in the fabric of his shirt rather than the pillows. His arms are wrapped loosely around you, his chin resting atop your head.

No words are spoken for a few beats. Tears blur your vision, but you force them back.

But he's quick to break the silence before it could become unbearable, "We can stay like this for a bit, yeah?" He mumbles, "Just let me know when you wanna try eating something. I'll cook anything you want."

And you don't respond. There's nothing more than a small sound of acknowledgement from you as you press your face further into him, letting your tears flow freely.

This sadness will pass, just like every other time. You're just happy you aren't alone.

ALEX panic attacks, crying, kinda basing this off how i have attacks, remy slander til the day i die.

The day had started out incredibly normal. Sure, there was this constant itch in your chest, and it kinda felt like you couldn't take deep breaths, but it wasn't anything you needed to worry about! Everything was fine! You're fine!

Your hands were shaking, but it wasn't a big deal. You were still able to work without much trouble. Besides, if you were in any real distress, Alex probably would've commented on it, right? So clearly, whatever weird emotions were building up inside of you weren't a big deal.

The day would be over soon, and you'd prove to yourself that nothing was wrong.

But then the gunshot rings through the air.

It's something that happens often. Remy's way of trying to make life on the farm difficult, the pathetic bastard they are. It causes the animals to freak out, and it's always a bitch trying to calm them down. But it's something you'd gotten used to in the months of being here.

At least, you had thought it was something you got used to. But it echoes in the air. Lingers in your mind. Your hands are shaking. In the back of your mind, you're aware that you need to help calm the animals down, but your legs give out on you, and suddenly, you can't breathe.

You don't even register Alex's presence until he's dropping to his knees in front of you.

His hands are grabbing your wrists. You'd been clawing at your throat, apparently. His lips are moving, and you can make out the words he's saying, but you can't understand them. They're like white noise to you, just something that makes you feel worse.

Alex is wrapping his arms around you. It's not much of a hug, but more of an attempt to make you feel secure. The tightness of his embrace serves to help ground you.

"You gotta breathe, angel," His voice finally pierces through the haze of panic clouding your mind, heavy with concern as your fingers dig into his back, "Inhale, exhale, yeah? As easy as that."

To help, he takes slow and steady breaths as well to encourage you to mimic him. It takes a few moments, but you're able to take a breath without choking on it. It takes another moment to stop the tears that'd been falling, and you're left feeling utterly drained and numb.

No words are spoken, not from you. You're not sure if your voice would even work. But Alex didn't ask you to speak; he just hoists you over his shoulder and takes you inside.

"You stay here as long as you need," He says as he sets you down on your shared bed, gently brushing away a few stray tears before pecking your forehead, "I'll wrangle all the animals and make you some dinner, okay?"

HAK JIWOON pre-fog, sickness, nausea, throwing up, ambiguous relationship.

Being sick is by far one of the worst experiences a human can go through, in your opinion.

Even the smallest cold has you feeling like absolute shit, and you want nothing more than to shrink down into your immune system and personally beat up whatever stomach bug is causing you this agony right now.

Jiwoon finds you in your bathroom, hunched over your toilet, and his face scrunches up just a bit in disgust as he drops a small convenience store bag onto the ground next to you. Medicine and a bunch of random snacks that are supposed to help with nausea.

Your relationship with Jiwoon was odd. It wasn't necessarily official that you were dating, but he also never went out of his way to say that you weren't. It was this weird in between, and you're not sure where you stood with him.

The man has an ego the size of the Eiffel Tower, and he's made it abundantly clear that he doesn't really care for anyone but himself. And yet, here he is on a random Thursday night, getting you medicine and inviting himself into your home, all because you told him you were sick.

He doesn't say anything.

He stares down at you for a moment, and his brows pinch together for a split second like he just had a thought that annoyed him.

And then he's leaving the bathroom. You half expect to hear the front door open and shut, and, honestly, you really wouldn't be surprised if he had just decided to leave you alone.

You don't hear the door, though.

Instead, Jiwoon returns with pillows and blankets. He says nothing as he drops them on the ground or rearranges them into makeshift beds.

"You don't have to stay," You manage to finally say, your throat tightening and your stomach churning as you force yourself not to gag. Just speaking was enough to make you want to vomit your insides out.

Jiwoon scoffs at your words, sitting on the ground with his back pressed against the tub as he directs his attention to his phone, "I know." He says, short and simple.

The two of you spend the rest of the night in the bathroom. It takes almost an hour for you to feel better enough to take the medicine that Jiwoon had bought, and you ate one of the small bags of chips he'd gotten as well. Sleeping on the bathroom floor certainly wasn't what you'd expected to end up doing, but you understood the logic.

Luckily, thanks to the medicine, you didn't throw up again. You woke up in the morning to Jiwoon making you breakfast, and... you feel like you understand where you stand with him a bit better, now.

GRACE ASHCROFT post-canon, nightmares.

Nightmares were a fairly common thing in your life. You've had them a bunch ever since you were a kid, for one reason or another. They're manageable, but sometimes you have moments where they get really bad.

It's not something you ever really spoke about with anyone, not even your girlfriend, Grace. It's not because you didn't want to talk about it, but...

Grace has her own nightmares. You met her shortly after everything that happened to her, and even now, years later, she still wakes up in tears from the trauma.

And not to mention the nightmares that Emily has, too. You've woken up in the middle of the night to the poor kid screaming, and Grace rushing out of bed to comfort her.

It makes you sick, not being able to do anything to really help them. Comforting words and touches didn't feel like enough. You refused to burden either of them with your own nightmares, so you kept it to yourself.

But tonight was one of those nights. You wake up in a cold sweat, your heart racing and your stomach churning. You can't remember your nightmare, not entirely. But there's this lingering sense of panic, and the overwhelming urge to run was just too much.

You found yourself sitting on the kitchen floor, not wanting to risk waking Grace up as you worked to calm yourself down. Of course, your girlfriend somehow has a sixth sense to when you're around because not long after you sat yourself in the kitchen, Grace was appearing next to you.

Neither of you says anything for a bit. Grace sits down next to you, back pressing against the cabinets as her head rests on your shoulder.

"...Do you wanna talk about it?" Grace eventually asks, breaking the silence. You didn't even have to say anything for her to understand what was wrong.

You shake your head, "I don't even remember what happened," You murmur, your head resting atop hers.

Grace hums a bit, and her hand grabs yours, your fingers intertwining. The contact makes your heart race, even though you've been dating her for years already. You live together, and yet you still get butterflies.

"Wanna go back to bed?" She softly asks. You shake your head, and Grace nods, "M'kay. We'll stay here as long as you need."

Emily walks into the kitchen later that morning to find the two of you asleep on the kitchen floor, and she pesters the two of you for leaving her out of the impromptu kitchen slumber party.

[zoeybaby]

notes. uhm. idk what this is. i was possessed to write it. i tried adding plot but i just wanted to write the smut honestly so like.

premise. your insecurities get the better of you, so your boyfriend is there to make you feel better. aka, zayne fingers you while making you look at yourself in a mirror. that's the entire plot.

warnings. afab!reader, mdni. porn with absolutely no plot i just wanted to write zayne smut, mirror sex, fingering, lots and lots of praise, softdom!zayne, and a nice dose of fluff.

wc. 1.1k

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normally, you weren't the type of person to linger on your appearance when you looked in the mirror. at most, you'd check to see if your hair was decent before moving on with your day. that's not to say you don't have insecurities, but you'd learn not to let them get the better of you.

today, however, your mind was out for blood.

the entire day, you just could not look at yourself without a sick feeling of disgust coiling in your stomach. every time you'd catch your gaze in the reflection of a mirror, a window, or even your phone, you'd cringe and quickly look away, like you couldn't even stand to see yourself.

it left you feeling frustrated, so when the day came to an end, and you were in the comfort of your home, you stared at yourself in the mirror, hands bracing on the counter of the bathroom sink as your gaze took in every little detail.

there were no new blemishes that you could spot, and you looked the same as you do every other day. so why? why does it feel like something is different?

you were so caught up in trying to pick out the flaw that's been nagging at you that you didn't even hear your boyfriend approaching until he was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"what's wrong?" zayne asks, a quiet concern tangled in his words.

"i'm hideous," you reply, frowning as you continue staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to will your appearance to change into something prettier.

you should've been prepared for the outcome your words would get you, honestly. zayne always went above and beyond to help you deal with whatever was bothering you, and this time wasn't any different.

his hand on your throat was gentle, his thumb caressing your jawline as he keeps you from looking away from the mirror. he has you pressed up against the marble counter, his other hand at home beneath your pajama shorts and underwear as he slowly thrusts two fingers in your cunt.

"look at you," he murmurs, his gaze locked with yours through the mirror as his fingers hit every spot that has you seeing stars. one of your hands was gripping his arm, nails digging into his skin to try and take him in deeper as you grind down on his fingers. the heel of his palm rubbed against your clit every time you moved.

looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel embarrassed. a small whine comes from the back of your throat as you try turning your head away, but zayne doesn't let you. he keeps your head in place, "no, no. look at yourself, sunshine."

and the soft demand is hard to ignore, both because of the fact that his fingers were making your knees weak, and because there's this genuine urgency in his words. like he needed you to see what he was seeing.

he rewards you with a soft kiss on your shoulder when you stop trying to look away, "what do you see?"

the question catches you off guard a bit, struggling to form anything more than a moan when he scissors his fingers inside of you. you shake your head a bit, not sure what he wanted you to say.

"you wanna know what i see, sunshine?" he mumbles, breath hot against your skin, "i see your eyes, and the way they light up whenever you see something you like."

he pulls his fingers out long enough that it leaves you feeling empty, clenching around nothing, "i see your lips. the same lips that kiss me every morning before work, and smiles my way." his fingers slip back inside of you, three instead of two, and your eyes flutter shut.

both his words and his ministrations had you feeling lightheaded. he was being oh so gentle, and you could feel tears blurring your vision as you suck in a sharp breath, torn between focusing on the pleasure that was just about to overwhelm you, or the soft devotion lacing his words.

"i see," he starts, purposefully grinding his palm against your clit, earning a breathless moan from you, "the love of my life," he says, "my stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking sunshine."

each word of praise is accompanied by a deep thrust of his fingers, and you knew that you wouldn't last longer like this.

and zayne knows that you're close, because he starts to slow down, coming to a complete halt before you can achieve that high you were looking for. the whine that comes from you is downright sinful as you try grinding down on his fingers, but his hand drops from your throat to keep you still.

"zayne, please-"

you can see him smile a bit. just the corners of his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly, and he hums a bit, the sound vibrating against your back, "tell me you're pretty, and i'll let you cum."

there was no other option. no amount of begging would break the man, you knew that. you make a small, embarrassed sound. he holds your gaze in the mirror, waiting.

it feels like an eternity before you finally cave in, "…'m pretty," you mumble. it's hard not to believe the words when your boyfriend is looking at you like your very existence is the reason his heart is still beating.

your words must have been enough for zayne, because he resumes his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a renewed vigor.

the combination of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit, and the soft kisses he's peppering across your neck and shoulder has you tipping over the edge. your orgasm hits you like a train, legs shaking as you grip both his arm and the marble counter to keep yourself steady.

zayne's fingers don't stop, dragging your orgasm out until you come down from it, "you did so good," he whispers, breathless. like just watching you was enough to satisfy him.

but judging from the feeling of his erection pressing into your back, you knew that he needed something more. and honestly? so did you. it takes a moment for you to catch your breath, but when you do, you're grinding yourself back against him, smiling a bit at the way his breath hitches.

"i dunno, i think i need more convincing…" you trail off, meeting his gaze in the mirror once more.

he huffs out a laugh, "your wish is my command."

safe to say, you can't look in a mirror anymore without getting flustered.

[zoeybaby]

☆ — dead by daylight masterlist !

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down below you will find the masterlist to all my dead by daylight related works <3

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the entity.

ㅤㅤ★ — she grows attached to a survivor!reader.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the wraith.

ㅤㅤ★ — taking an interest in a survivor.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the shape.

ㅤㅤ★ — taking an interest in a survivor.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the cannibal.

ㅤㅤ★ — taking an interest in a survivor.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the spirit.

ㅤㅤ★ — reuniting with a lover.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the ghostface.

ㅤㅤ★ — reuniting with a lover.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the executioner.

ㅤㅤ★ — taking an interest in a survivor.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — the trickster.

ㅤㅤ★ — reuniting with a lover.

ㅤㅤ★ — comforting moments.

ㅤㅤ★ — going on a date.

[zoeybaby]

☾ — reuniting with a lover.

notes. this is borderline soft yandere territory (for jiwoon, at least) and i debated posting this on my yandere blog but... meh. just don't read jiwoon's part if you're not comfy w that sort of thing. anyways i can't speak korean, or japanese so i heavily relied on translators and apologize if there's any mistakes made!!

premise. they reunite with their lover, years after being taken into the fog.

includes. the trickster, the ghostface, and the spirit.

warnings. gn!reader, canon-typical violence. survivor!reader (jiwoon, rin), killer!reader (danny), unhealthy relationships (all but rin), harm against the reader (rin), hints of manipulation (danny), love bombing (jiwoon).

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THE TRICKSTER

Hak Jiwoon is a man you do not want the attention of, because nine times out of ten, it leads to him brutally murdering you and recording your screams to put in a future song.

You, however, got his attention. You were the lucky one out of that ten that he didn't murder.

It's not attention you wanted, either. You were nothing more than a model for one of his music videos, you weren't meant to get involved with him. But Jiwoon didn't care.

He wanted you, so he'll have you.

Your relationship developed too fast for your liking, but he said all the right words. He complimented you constantly, and drowned you in affection that it left you feeling dizzy. He drowned you in gifts, and he wasn't shy to post about you online, either.

Safe to say, Jiwoon ensured you were hooked to him.

So when he was taken into the fog, he was just a bit pissed off that you weren't by his side. He'd put in so much time and effort making you dependent on him, and now he was unable to reach you.

What if you moved on? Found someone new?

These kinds of thoughts haunted him when he wasn't in the middle of a trial, so when he saw you sitting at the campfire the next time he found himself watching it, it was like the Entity was rewarding him. Like she knew exactly what he needed.

He's quick to track you down, not even bothering with the other survivors until he has his hands on you.

"해바라기," He hums, one arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he pulls you back against him. The generator you'd been working on filled the silence for a moment, before the idol is speaking again, "Do you know how much I've missed you?"

He's not even able to get a response from you before one of the other survivors, Yui, is dropping a flashbang and pulling you from his grasp. The light blinds him, his hand coming up to shield his face as his vision slowly clears.

Anger replaces the joy he'd felt mere moments ago as his crazed gaze searches around, watching as you run away with Yui. Had it truly been so long that you no longer loved him?

No. No, that just won't do.

"야, 왜 뛰고 있어?!" His voice echoes as he yells after you, and he swears under his breath when you don't even look back. You were going to make this hard for him, it seems. This must be a test from the Entity. A gift he'll only receive if he works for it.

There's no way he's letting you get away from him, so trust that he works hard this trial.

He takes pleasure in each scream he pulls from the other survivors, taking his anger out on them because they must've been the ones to taint your mind. You loved him. You adored him. You worshipped him. You weren't meant to run away from him.

Jiwoon had planned on taking his time with Yui, seeing as the woman was acting as your guard dog this trial. She's keeping you from him, so he planned on punishing her for it. He made sure her screams were loud. Loud enough for you to hear, wherever you are.

And when she's dead, when it's finally just you and him, he hunts you down.

You scream when he grabs you, but it's not a sound he finds pleasing. The look of anger, of hurt, is written all over his face as he stares at you.

"여보," The affectionate term is laced with sweet poison as he cups your cheeks, wiping away your falling tears with his thumbs. Blood stained his... everything. His skin, the yellow coat, his bat that was dropped onto the ground.

And it was smearing onto you as you choke on a weak, pathetic little sound.

It breaks Jiwoon's heart seeing you like this, but it's your own fault. You shouldn't have run away, shouldn't have been so buddy-buddy with someone else.

With a sigh, he pulls you into a hug. You don't return it, arms hanging limply at your side, but he doesn't care. He holds you, his arms tight and suffocating, "I'm sorry you had to see any of this, I really am. But now you understand, right? How deep my love is for you?"

All this time away from you, and you'd moved on from him. Meanwhile, he was stuck on you like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps of affection.

You're utterly oblivious to the hold you have on him. A fact that pisses him off and relieves him all at once.

But it doesn't matter if you love him or not, because you're trapped in the fog now. Just like him.

Jiwoon has all the time in the world to make you his again.

THE GHOSTFACE

Danny had always prided himself in never letting fickle relationships get in the way of living his life the way he wanted.

Being single was sorta his thing, and one of the tactics he used to get close to certain victims when he craved that extra sadistic satisfaction of watching the life leave their eyes.

Meeting you had been both a blessing, and a curse.

A blessing, because he loves you oh so dearly, and he can't even imagine not having you in his life. A curse, because he suddenly finds it hard to leave. The police were breathing down his neck, so he knew he shouldn't stick around any longer.

When the fog took him, he'd lamented the fact that he couldn't see you again, but ultimately had no choice but to move on. There's blood to be spilled.

Time was nothing more than a concept in the fog, so there's no telling how much went by before he finally got to see you again.

There had been whispers of a new killer. Whispers shared between survivors during trials, wondering if maybe they'd encounter the new killer before Danny's jumping out and scaring them half to death before stabbing at them.

Danny is a curious man, by nature. And he's made it a habit to keep track of all the killers on the off chance he gets to work with them during a trial. So with a new killer around, that means he has a new subject to stalk.

He hummed to himself as he waltzed around the new location. Some dreary neighborhood. A replacement for Haddonfield, maybe. It wasn't hard to find the new killer, watching them from a bush as they threw rocks at cans and bottles.

Clearly, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought, because a rock is being chucked at his head before he can blink, knocking on his mask and hitting the ground with a dull thud. His gaze stays on the rock for only a second before he's looking back up.

And instead of the masked face he was expecting to see, he saw you. You, with your mask in your trembling hands. A lot must've changed in the time he'd been gone, because this? This was new.

Danny never bothered keeping his identity a secret from you, because he knew you were too far gone in your love to do anything about it.

It's what made you so fun, seeing how you'd tense up whenever he's touch you, thinking it would be a knife in your spine rather than his hands on your waist.

There's this almost manic smile on Danny's face when he stands from the bush, pulling his own mask off to meet your gaze properly.

"Ah, my angel," His smile grows just a little wider when you visibly shudder at the sound of his voice, his steps slow and careful as he approaches.

He can hear the way your breath hitches a bit when the cool leather of his gloved hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, humming a bit when you lean into the touch like you'd been craving it.

He still has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?

"Did you miss me?" He asks, voice oh so soft. A softness meant only for you to hear. You nod, and he can't help but coo a bit, "Enough that it drove you to kill?"

When you nod again, Danny is pulling you into a hug. You're quick to hug back, clinging to him like you were terrified he'd disappear again if you let go.

He clings just as tight, but not out of fear, no. He wants to drown in your presence, to make up for lost time.

"I'll never leave you again, my love." He promises. He's favored by the Entity, so he's confident that she won't ban him from seeing you. You're truly stuck with him forever now.

THE SPIRIT

Your relationship with Rin had been one of the best things that had ever happened to her. When she wasn't working herself to the bone, she was spending time with you.

You were her home away from home, and the one person who could truly bring her comfort and make all the troubles in the world seem like nothing. You made her laugh, and you held her when she cried. You were on her mind, as she was bleeding out.

You were the last sane thought she had, before anger overtook her, and the fog swallowed her up.

There's no telling how much time passed, but she never forgot you. In moments of clarity, when her anger and thirst for revenge wasn't as strong, she'd think about you. She'd wonder if, maybe, you were thinking about her, too.

She didn't even think to look at the survivors sitting around the campfire in the distance when she felt that familiar pull, her anger outweighing all rational thought as the Entity dug her claws into her psyche, pushing her into seeing nothing but a hot white as memories of her father pounded into her mind.

This trial was meant to be like all the others. The decrepit recreation of some elementary school would be the location for her to vent her anger, and she had intended to do just that.

One of the survivors, she thinks she remembers their name to be Renato, had been her first target.

She was chasing him, hunting him down and following the sounds of his pained cries. The world fades in color, and her speed increases, her ears straining to listen.

Just when she's about to close in on her target, she hears a soft gasp.

Manifesting into the world and swinging her shattered katana at the sound, it comes into contact with another survivor. There's a pained scream, and suddenly all the anger she felt went silent as her vision zones in on you.

You stared back, eyes wide, like you had just recognized her as well. The katana disappeared back into the back of her hand, and she flickers in and out of existence, her echoed breathing the only thing to fill the silence for a long while.

She knew that she should move on. Gens were being worked on, and survivors were meant to be killed. You were... a survivor. You were meant to be killed.

But she can't. She can't.

A choked sound comes from her, and she's reaching out to you. You flinch, almost like you were expecting another strike, and her heart shatters.

"本当にごめんなさい." Her voice breaks, barely above a whisper. She hadn't spoke since the night her father did what he did, and it didn't sound like her words. Her voice had been full of life, and now? Now it's just... a husk. A whisper. A... a ghost, as ironic as it is, of who she used to be.

Rin doesn't cry. She's not sure if she can, truth be told, but the anguish is clear in her expression.

It makes her heart ache and race at the same time when you're quick to shake your head, reaching out and taking her hand into your own. Your blood was staining your skin, sticking to hers, and it made her feel sick. So, so sick.

You spend the entire trial just trying to calm her down. Whenever one of the other three survivors even get remotely close, you have to stare them down, silently telling them to leave before Rin could take notice to them.

She's your girlfriend, no matter what happens, but something tells you she won't spare your friends the same kindness she shows you.

And when the last gen pops, and the gates open, she has to force herself to let you go. She wishes that she could stay by your side forever now that you're here, but she can't stomach the thought of seeing the Entity digging her claws into your flesh when she finally grows impatient.

You promise that you'll see each other again soon, but it wasn't a promise you could actually keep. There was no telling when you'd actually get the chance to see her again.

But now, whenever Rin finds herself looking off at the campfire in the distance, she studies every survivor's face in search for you.

Finally, she's no longer alone.

translations.

jiwoon - 해바라기 (haebalagi) — Sunflower. / 야, 왜 뛰고 있어?! (ya wae ttwigo isso) — Hey, why are you running?! / 여보 (yobo) — Sweetheart.

rin - 本当にごめんなさい (Hontōni gomen'nasai) — I'm really sorry.

[zoeybaby]

If you have a pc you can download an emulator for LaDs. Mumu Player 12 is I believe the one recommended for it

yeah i tried that but alas. couldn't get it to work </3

[zoeybaby]

☾ — domestic moments.

notes. my tablet doesn't have the space for the game anymore so this is how i'm coping </3 uhmm this originally wasn't gonna have any nsfw bc i rarely write smut but i was heavily influenced by southbound by artemas so. so. yeah. i hope you guys like it. yeah.

premise. little domestic moments with you and your husband.

includes. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, and caleb.

warnings. afab!reader, established marriage, very short but very sweet, not proofread, nsfw under cut, mdni. disgusting amount of fluff i had to stop writing this every few words because i would start giggling. / nsfw warnings: cunnilingus (x), cockwarming (z), thigh riding (r), missionary (s), fingering (c).

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XAVIER — adores doing anything he can with you, but he finds he enjoys cooking with you the most. it doesn't matter what you're cooking. it could be something simple, something extravagant, even just baking some cookies. as long as it's with you, he wants to do it.

"Xavier—" You tsk, smacking his hand when he tries to snatch a freshly baked cookie off the plate they were cooling on. You had friends coming over for game night, and you had the wonderful idea to bake some cookies to snack on while you guys played whatever game would be chosen tonight.

Your husband had been more than happy to help, though that help mostly consisted of him trying to eat what you were making. He tried eating the cookie dough, and now he was trying to eat the cookies.

He has the audacity to pout, his hands dropping to your waist and pulling you closer, his forehead resting on your shoulder, "Just one. Please?" He mumbles, lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt. Xavier is well aware that you have a hard time saying no to him when he asks so nicely, and he never hesitates to use that to his advantage.

You stare at him, frowning. There's this really long beat of silence before you groan, grabbing a cookie from the plate and breaking it in half, "Fine. One cookie." You grumble, holding out one half of the cookie for him while keeping the other half for himself. Xavier smiles as he takes a bite from the cookie. Maybe he'll push his luck, and try to get another one.

ZAYNE — adores sleeping in with you on his days off. it's a rarity, which makes it all the more special when he gets to just turn off his alarm and fall back asleep with you in his arms. there's not a thing that could drag him out of bed on days like this.

The sun bleeds through the curtains, painting the room in that afternoon glow. You can hear your phone buzzing on the nightstand, a small sound coming from you as you blindly reach for it, wincing a bit when the bright light hits your eyes. One of your friends had sent a text, inviting you out to lunch.

You could hear Zayne groan a bit behind you, his arm draped over your waist and his face buried in your neck, "Don't go." He murmurs, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. Your limbs were tangled with his, and you're honestly not sure where he ends and you begin.

Huffing out a soft laugh, you set your phone down next to your pillow and roll over in his arms to meet his sleepy gaze. As much as you would love to spend time with your friend, you couldn't leave your husband. Not when he didn't want you leaving his side.

"'m not goin' anywhere," You reply, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He hums a bit, kissing you back before pulling the covers over the two of you, keeping you nice and warm.

RAFAYEL — adores capturing the little moments with you, immortalizing them with a camera. it doesn't matter what you're doing, he's going to pull his phone out and snap an endless amount of pictures until you're a giggling mess and pushing his phone away to kiss him.

It'd been such a slow day for Rafayel when you finally decided to drop by the studio. He couldn't think of anything to paint, let alone sketch, and he just wanted lounge with you while some cheesy soap opera played on the TV. You were more than willing to oblige the man, head resting on his lap as you scrolled through your phone.

Rafayel's attention certainly wasn't focused on the show playing, instead looking down at you. You looked breathtaking. You always did, but today, you were somehow more ethereal than he remembers you being. It has him reaching for his phone before he can stop himself, ignoring the annoyed sound you make when he accidentally jostles you.

When he finally gets his phone and pulls the camera up to take a picture, you're looking up at him from where your head rested on his thigh, and he swears you're trying to kill him. Your brow quirks when he whines about how unfair you're being, rolling your eyes a bit at his dramatics.

You don't even give the man a chance to take a picture before you're gently knocking his phone to the side so you can sit up and straddle his lap, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, "The real deal is better than a photo, y'know," You murmur, and Rafayel just makes a vague sound as he presses his lips against yours.

SYLUS — adores reciting the vows he made to you whenever he gets the chance. never in full, just one line here and there. it's unbelievably romantic, and catches you off guard whenever he speaks the words aloud.

Music fills the air as Sylus lays in bed with you by his side. You're flipping through a book, and he's scrolling through his phone. A typical late night for the two of you, and the simplicity of it makes his heart swell in ways he never thought to be possible before meeting you.

You were restless. It's evident in the way you keep glancing his way, your book completely forgotten in your hands as you watched him. He had to act like he wasn't aware of your stare, but he couldn't stop a small smile forming. Barely noticeable, just the corners of his mouth twitching upwards a bit.

This goes on for what feels like an eternity, though it's just a few moments before you're poking at his side, "I want attention." You state, your words getting a small hum from him. Sylus had considered teasing you, but he can't lie; he wanted to drown you in his attention.

Setting his phone aside, he looks at you. You're still as breathtaking as you the day he first met you, and he finds himself yearning for you even though you're right next to him. He sighs, already moving so that he's above you, one hand resting against the headboard of the bed to keep himself balanced, "You'll never want for anything," He softly replies as he dips down to kiss you. You meet him halfway.

CALEB — adores calling you cheesy pet names until you're rolling your eyes and punching his shoulder. he's not sure when this started, he just wants to see what names get the best reaction out of you. he can't help it, you look adorable when you're all flustered.

"How about... babycakes?" Caleb asks, his chin propped up on his palm, sitting on the bed as his gaze follows you as you get ready for your weekend date, watching the way your face scrunches up a bit as you try to figure out what shirt to wear.

He'd been doing this for ten minutes now, listing off whatever random affectionate names pop into his mind. You'd yet to approve of any of them, but Caleb was a stubborn man, and he was determined to find something you'd like.

You face your husband with a sigh, "If I say yes, will you help me pick out an outfit?" You asks, crossing your arms. Caleb hums, squinting just a bit like he was genuinely considering your words before he smiles and shakes his head.

You tsk, "It was horrible. Try again." You say, turning your back on him to dig through the closet a bit more. It's not long before Caleb is behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him. You have to bite back a smile when he mumbles out an apology, though you're quick to roll your eyes and turn around to pinch his shoulder when he calls you his 'little cutie patootie'.

NSFW UNDER CUT.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ XAVIER had indeed pushed his luck, and it paid out. You sat on the counter, your shorts discarded on the ground and your panties pushed to the side. He eats you out like a man dying of hunger, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit just so he can hear you moan. Your hands are buried in his hair, tugging at the strands in a desperate attempt to pull him closer as you grind yourself against his tongue.

He's looking up at you the entire time, watching the way your face screws up as he edges you closer and closer to the release your body was begging for at this point. He denies you that release, stopping just before you can tip over the edge, which as a broken sob tearing through your throat as he peppers your thighs with soft kisses until he's sure you've calmed down enough to start again.

You end up having to call your friends to cancel game night, which totally wasn't his plan this entire time. He's happy with this outcome, though, because that means he gets you (and an entire plate of freshly baked cookies) all to himself <3

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ ZAYNE exhales, fingers digging into the skin of your hips to keep you from squirming. He could hear your soft pants, the occasional moan slipping from your lips whenever he'd shift. Another reason why he adored sleeping in with you is because he got to have you like this; his cock buried in your warmth. He's as close as he can get to you, and he just wants to stay like this forever.

Your hips twitch, and he lets out a soft groan before nipping at your neck, a silent way of telling you to be still. You'd think that Zayne would use his day off to fuck you into the mattress, but no. No, he never does. He just craves being close to you, and this is the best possible way to achieve that proximity he longs for.

You're not sure how long you stay like this, but you're desperate for any kind of friction. You try really hard to stay still, you really do, but you can't stop yourself from minutely rolling your hips, which has Zayne's head dropping against your shoulder as soft pants fan across your skin. He's clearly barely holding himself together as well, and it doesn't take long before he finally gives you what you want.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ RAFAYEL has his camera pointed at you, looking at your expression through the screen. Your hands were braced on his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as you grind down on his thigh, whimpering at the friction rubbing against your clothed clit. Your lips were parted, soft pants coming from you as you stare at Rafayel through the camera.

His dick twitches in his jeans as he snaps a picture, immediately pulling the photo up to stare at it like it were some masterpiece. It was, to him. He could never paint anything like this, could never capture the pure need in your eyes. Not on a canvas, no. And it was addicting, knowing that he's the reason you're like this. He's the one you're looking at.

A particularly needy whine from you has him dropping his phone somewhere on the couch, his hands shooting down to grasp your thighs, guiding you to grind harder as his lips meet your jawline, going between kisses and nips as pleas for more tumble from your mouth. And really, who is Rafayel to deny you?

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ SYLUS's gaze pierces through you, one hand holding your chin so you'll meet his gaze while the other rests next to your head on the pillow to keep himself up as he slowly thrusts into you, drinking in every reaction he can, from the way your eyes flutter to the way your lips part in a silent moan.

You clench around his length with each thrust, your hands fisting the sheets of the bed as your legs wrap around his waist, trying to draw him in deeper. You choke out his name, and his hips stutter, head dropping down so he can press open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

Each thrust, each kiss, is accompanied by his voice, repeating the vows he had read to you at your wedding. His hand reaches out blindly until he finds your own, bringing it to his lips as he presses kiss after kiss against the ring resting on your finger. The pure love, the devotion in his gaze as he stares down at you is just too much, and you cry as you're pushed over the edge.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ CALEB licks his lips as he stares up at you. In an attempt to apologize for pestering you with god-awful pet names, you'd ended up in his lap. He had two fingers working you, pumping in and out of your core while his thumb rubbed slow circles against your clit.

You met each thrust, grinding down on his fingers like they were the only thing that could possibly bring you the pleasure you were craving, one of your hands gripping his wrist just to bring him closer, to take his fingers deeper. The date you two had planned was completely forgotten now.

He watches, utterly enraptured, as you come undone on his fingers. He damn near cums in his sweatpants from the sounds you make, and you stare at him as you catch your breath. It's quiet for a moment, but he's quick to break it, "What about shnookums?" He asks, only to yelp when you pinch his cheek, grumbling about how he was ruining the moment before you lean in to kiss him.

[zoeybaby]

☆ — clair obscur masterlist !

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　☾　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　,　 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  ✮　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

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down below you will find the masterlist to all my clair obscur related works <3

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — lune.

ㅤㅤ★ — painted portrait.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — sciel.

ㅤㅤ★ — painted portrait.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — gustave.

ㅤㅤ★ — painted portrait.

☁︎ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ — verso.

ㅤㅤ★ — nothing yet!

[zoeybaby]

☾ — painted portrait.

notes. i havent beaten the game yet... but who cares lol take this. enjoy it. take this lil short and sweet thing. happy new year <3 this was gonna have verso in it bc the idea did come from me thinking abt angst for him but i couldn't figure out how to word it so it was scrapped.

premise. you paint a picture of your lover.

includes. lune, sciel, and gustave.

warnings. spoilers for the game. gn!reader, vague canon, established relationship, fluff and angst, not proofread.

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LUNE — is an artist at heart as well, though she's more drawn to music than the canvas. Still, art is something the two of you were able to bond over, even with all the worry of what tomorrow might bring (and what it might not). She knew you loved to paint, and she was always happy to encourage that passion of yours. When you brought up wanting to paint a portrait of her, she'd been... thrilled, maybe? A little nervous, for sure.

But she'd always thought about writing a song for you, so you wanting to paint a portrait of her was basically the same thing in her mind. You didn't ask her to pose for you, you wanted her in her natural element. She found that it'd be a little difficult to act natural, knowing you wanted to paint her, but the easy work around was just you not telling her when you were going to actually paint her.

And when you showed her the final results, she was absolutely blown away. It's just a simple thing; Lune caught up in her own little world, taking notes of the expedition by the camp's fire. The canvas was small, and she could tell there was so much you wanted to do with the piece, had you the canvas and paint to spare. But she doesn't care about the size. She's more than happy with the small portrait.

SCIEL — practically jumped at the opportunity to pose for you when you brought up wanting to paint her. She certainly makes a few remarks about turning the paint session into something more, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips when you nearly dropped your paint brush. It's fun teasing you like this, but she doesn't take it further than a few light words. She knows how much you love to paint, and once you get that urge, it's near impossible to stop you from grabbing a canvas.

Besides, Sciel loves watching you. Just being able to see you is a reminder to her that you're real, and you're still here with her. She's memorized every little detail about you, from the way you bite your lip when you're focused on perfecting the minor details of the painting, to the way you periodically glance over at her when you need to remind yourself of whatever pose she had going on. She could wax poetry about the way the light shines in your eyes when you tilt your head back just right, that's how far gone she is for you.

And when you finally finish the portrait, you nervously pull her over to the covered canvas. You have no reason to be nervous, she reassures you. Everything you touch turns into a masterpiece, and she doubts this piece will be any different. And when you pull the sheet down to reveal the portrait of Sciel draped across a couch, her hair down with some of it over her shoulders. You had been so patient with the little details, going as far as to put down every freckle on her face. She ends up smothering you to death with kisses, too overwhelmed to use her words.

GUSTAVE — loves watching you paint. When he's not with his apprentices or spending time with Maelle and Emma, chances are he's sitting with you, reading a book while watching you paint the scenery of whatever surrounds the two of you. The quiet is a comfort when it's with you. Your presence enough to quiet all the worries of the expedition looming in the distance, and the fact that he'll have to part ways with you soon because of it.

He's shown off your artwork to his apprentices numerous times before, and he full on intends on showing them this piece once it's finished. Especially since you seemed so focused on it whenever he'd glance up at you. He'd catch you stealing glances at him every once in a while, and you'd quickly look away when your eyes locked with his. It got a small smile from him, and reminded him of the early stages of your relationship when the two of you were stumbling over your own words.

You didn't get to finish the piece before Gustave left with Expedition 33, but you promised you'd show it to him when he came home. But after a couple of weeks, the remainder of 33 return after defeating the Paintress, and Gustave is nowhere in sight. The portrait of him is all that remains, and Maelle can only cling to you desperately as you sob, your body slowly turning into petals like everyone else around you.