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luopenis · 1 month
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Late Night Kisses...
Your (sub) faves x reader/ tw: mentions of male genitalia and make up.
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"This is embarrassing, you know?"
He whispers from the messy bed, the room dimly lit only by a few candles and the soft moonlight filtering through the blinds. Despite the subtle lighting, you can still see his blush as he averts his gaze, clearly feeling self-conscious.
"You should try to relax, love. It's a gift for you, after all"
You murmur, settling atop his pelvis, and after a moment laying forward with your naked chests meeting, feelings the warmth off each other. His body shivers slightly as your hands trace gentle circles on his biceps, with your eyes never leaving his face. The intimacy of it all feels too much.
"Hard to relax when you look at me like that..."
You sit up after that, searching for one of the many lipsticks scattered in the sheets he's laying in, capturing his attention once more. His eyes follow your every move as you apply it, making an effort (and a show) to do so as sensually as possible, allowing him to enjoy the sight.
He swallows nervously when your lips ghost over his shoulders, neck, and jaw, trying to find the perfect spot for the next mark, but it wasnt an easy task, with his upper body now adorned with uncountable smeared kisses.
"There's no space left, dove. I'll have to go further down,"
You feinge innocence in your tone, eliciting a shiver from him, torn between the embarrassment of watching you trail down to his cock or the anticipation of what's to come for him. And you noticed his dilemma.
You remove the covers from his body painfully slow, teasing him as he begs for you to hurry up quite hastily. Taking a few seconds to just admire his naked form, far more handsome than any greek sculpture, and you yearn to leave your mark on every inch of his masterpiece of a body, ensuring he'll think of you whenever he looks at himself in the mirror.
Licking his quivering tip, you give it a delicate peck to avoid smudging your makeup, forcing a grunt out of him.
"It's going to be a long night, love."
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turbulentscrawl · 2 months
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Steamy Rescues
Sorry, I'm just thinking about hot men saving my life today. Let me drool in peace
Warnings: suggestive stuff, delicious men
Naib
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Your time in the chair was nearly up when Naib suddenly slammed into it at full speed. One second you were struggling against your restraints, cursing and consumed with desperate thoughts of freedom, and the next his hands were next to your head. Initially you fell silent because you were startled, but that quickly melted into a perverted sort of awe as you looked over the mercenary.
He was looming over you, muscles tense, toiled taut like a spring. His tight shirt was torn open like he’d been caught by the collar and wrenched himself free, leaving a teasing view of his sweaty, scarred, heaving chest. Some of his hair had slipped free of his hair band and clung to his damp face and neck. He was out of breath too, each exhale fanning down on you, panting less like a rescuer and more like a predator who’s cornered his prey. There was a certain musk wafting off of him…it was a bit maddening.
“I know, I know,” Naib said quickly. “You can tell me I look like shit later. We’ve got to GO.” He grabbed the bar pinning your torso to the chair and, with a flex of his biceps and feral grunt, ripped it off you.
“I’ll tell you something alright,” you gasp quietly, briefly wondering if your nose was bleeding.
Naib seemed to pay no mind to your mutterings. The last cipher popped, and the siren blaring in the distance gave you both a rush of adrenaline that overrode any lingering pain. Taking that que, Naib grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you sprinting to the gate.
When you were home free, though, he held your gaze daringly and asked, “So what did you want to tell me?”
Andrew
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You had heard the disturbance of dirt nearby, but were too preoccupied with struggling to notice the source. The next second, Andrew’s dirty blonde hair (literally) popped out of the ground between your legs. He was already cursing under his breath, and shaking, just a bit. You vaguely remember hearing about Andrew being claustrophobic…. But those thoughts are washed away when he roughly grabs your thighs for support and you realize the exact position you’re in.
He had emerged a little too close to the chair and was having trouble getting out without sliding his body up against yours. The chair wobbled forward a little, hanging you over him, as one of the feet dangled into the hole he’d left in the dirt. He grabbed your caged forearms next, managing to haul himself out enough to be level with your chest.
“Can’t you help me?” he hissed, face flush with embarrassment at his predicament.
“I’m a little preoccupied,” you snap back, thankfully still having sense enough for it. Andrew clicks his tongue, hangs his head in what’s probably supposed to be shame…but his mop of hair hides his face and most of your lap from view, bringing even mor lewd thoughts to mind. “Y-you know, I’m kind of on a time crunch here!”
“Shut up, I know!” Andrew shouts. As soon as it’s out he clenches his teeth and looks over his shoulder for the Hunter, and without bothering to climb out of his hole starts fumbling with your restraints. When you pop free, the angle and weight of him clinging to you throws you both to the ground, your chest right on his face.
He screeched like a schoolgirl, but his tomato-red face was endearing enough to override most of the fear you felt for the remainder of the match.
Luchino
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Though no one called him such, Luchino was a healer in his own right.
His skilled hands had patched you up twice already this match, and though the pain from Michiko’s cuts lingered, you could hardly complain when you thought about how Luchino had loomed over you. He was a polite man, but no-nonsense. Whenever you appeared at his cipher, alone and bleeding, he shoved you to your knees beneath him and got right to work. You couldn’t say if it was the adrenalin, but you were acutely aware of the heat radiating off his body the whole time. Of the gentle ghosting of his claws on your back, making you shiver. When he tied the bandages tight—too tight, almost, but he said that’s how they’re supposed to be—he grunted and huffed in your ear.
“All done,” he said, smirking. “Take these, too.” Luchino straightened up, but instead of returning to his cipher he applied some of that mystery serum to his forearm—his sleeves rolled up deliciously—and peeled away a hard patch of scales. You were too entranced by the oil-slick glisten it left on his skin to question why he was handing them to you.
Before you could stand, a butterfly alighted on your shoulder. Luchino reacted incredibly quickly; you blinked and he was hunched over you again, arms caging you fully to his chest. A sound like cracking glass met your ears the same time as his displeased hiss. Before you could ask, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you into a forward sprint, ordering “Go!”
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lostarchivesoforpheus · 2 months
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`•- Their Love Languages
antonio paganini, andrew kreiss, kevin ayuso, luchino diruse, matthias czernin, naib subedar, william ellis x gn reader (all seperate)
prompt: love languages
warnings: physical touch (obvs cuz it's one of the love languages lmao)
a/n: wasn't able to get this out on time cuz i was busy but day 6 of the valentines event yippee!! also i have now spent 161 pulls for matthias and i still haven't gotten him yet. im now entering my villain arc
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Starting off, Antonio loves giving you words of affirmation and physical touch. Every single day, whenever he's around you, he'll be holding your hand or hugging you affectionately as he whispers compliments and sweet words into your ears. He'll back off a bit if you dislike PDA, though. As much as he just wants to pick you up and smother you with his affection, he'll happily wait until the two of you are in private if that's what makes you comfortable. When it comes to receiving love, Antonio likes words of affirmation and quality time. He's often busy with matches or practicing a new song, so any time spent with you is time he treasures. It also makes him giddy whenever you compliment him. Whether it be you praising him after playing a song or doing well in a match, he always loves receiving your compliments.
Andrew is a bit awkward with his affection, but he loves to give you quality time whenever he can. It's not really something he can explain, but something about you just being there with him seems to wash all his worries away and make him feel truly at peace. Also, he likes to receive words of affirmation from you. Again, your presence is soothing to him, and whenever you give him kind words and reassurances, it always makes him feel calm and happy.
Kevin is extremely affectionate, and he loves giving just about everything. Oftentimes, when he's near you, he'll come up behind you and gently wrap his arms around your waist, giving you a surprise hug as well as a quick kiss on the cheek. He also likes giving you little compliments accompanied by affectionate petnames as he hugs you. Also, he'll be happy to take care of just about anything for you if he sees that you're feeling tired or unwell, and he'll give you a little gift in hopes that he can cheer you up, even if just a little bit. When it comes to receiving your affection, Kevin adores whenever you spend quality time with him or do little acts of service to help him. It never fails to make him feel warm inside when you offer to do some little mundane tasks for him before sitting down on the couch and cuddling with him.
Luchino is very busy, so he tries to apologize for it by spending quality time with you. He doesn't have very much time between matches and continuing his research on whatever new topic has caught his interest, but he always tries to make time for you at least once or twice a day. Oftentimes, he'll spend lunch with you, engaging in a pleasant conversation with you before he returns to his work. Sometimes, though, his work keeps him busy during your usual noon meeting times, so he tries to apologize by finding you sometime later in the day and spending a few moments with you. When he's receiving affection, Luchino loves whenever you give him words of affirmation and physical touch. It always warms his heart whenever you pay him a visit while he's working himself to the bone in his office. When you walk over to his chair and gently massage his shoulders while you whisper kind words in his ears, he just absolutely melts. He has a soft spot for you, and whenever you're sweet and kind to him, he always feels warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Matthias doesn't really know how to show affection, but he always tries to give you some quality time and gifts in order to show his love to you. Mostly, he just likes to be around you, as your presence tends to make him feel less worried and more peaceful. Oftentimes, the two of you aren't really doing anything specific together, he just likes to tag along with you wherever you go. Also, he'll often try to give you some small things that remind him of you. Typically, he either picks a few flowers from the manor's garden and gives them to you in a small bouquet, or he'll give you small little trinkets like a locket or something of the sort for you to keep in your pockets for good luck. When he receives affection from you, he values words of affirmation the most. Your kind reassurances always help him whenever he's feeling worried or doubtful of himself, and he feels honoured that you think of him so highly. He also likes receiving physical touch, though he prefers if you'd ask first before you touch him; It makes him more comfortable.
Naib isn't the best with affection, but he tries his best for you, and he often shows his love through acts of service and quality time. Most often, he tries to take care of miscellaneous tasks for you so that you're not too exhausted by the end of the day, and he loves to sit down and relax with you on the couch in the evenings. He's not used to receiving affection, so any kind actions from you tend to make him feel warm and jittery inside, really. Though, he especially loves whenever you give him words of affirmation or physical touch. After a long day, Naib loves nothing more than when you cuddle up to him and make him swoon with sweet compliments. He practically melts in your embrace every time, and all of his worry and stress that built up our the course of the day seems to dissipate immediately, leaving a happy and content Naib leaning comfortably into your touch.
Lastly, William is also very affectionate, and he likes to show you love through physical touch and gift giving the most. Several times throughout the day, he'll just casually walk up to you and proceed to give you the tightest spine-crushing hug ever before letting go, ruffling your hair, and walking off to go participate in another match with a goofy smile. He also gives you a bunch of random things, usually for no reason besides that he thought you'd like it. He gives you just about anything, whether it be flowers, chocolate, necklaces, or other things. He just likes to shower you in love and affection constantly. When he's on the receiving end, William is a sucker for words of affirmation and quality time. He just loves it whenever you tell him how great he did in a match or how well he did when practicing rugby, it just seems to always make him feel all giddy inside, and he can't help but grin like a lovestruck fool. He also adores the moments whenever you two are hanging around together. It doesn't matter what the two of you are doing, he just loves being able to spend time with you.
a/n: was gonna add some of the girls and also a few more guys in here too but i ran out of time rip
thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!
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okk-tsu · 1 year
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IN A MATCH WITH THEM.
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01. ─── Characters: Aesop, Eli, Victor, Vera, Luca, Andrew, Mike.
# I am not fluent in English, and my writing may contain errors. I apologize in advance.
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ㅤ ㅤ“Embalmer”
As soon as you join the game, Aesop will go straight to look for you. Usually, he leaves the coffin for you, even though his other teammates complain to him about how they deserved more than you.
       ㅤ  ㅤ“Seer”
Eli sends Brooke to keep an eye on you from time to time. When you're kiting the hunter, the poor owl barely has time to breathe before its owner tells it to go help you, but she is happy to be useful!
       ㅤ  ㅤ“Postman”
Victor tries to be fair and not favor you, but occasionally it happens without him realizing it. Once he gets the “hope” card, it goes directly to you. When the match gets a little tense, he sends you little notes through Wick to calm you down, even if he himself is more nervous than you.
       ㅤ  ㅤ“Perfumer”
Vera doesn't let you leave her side for a long time, it takes time to convince her that nothing will happen if you leave her sight for a few minutes. If you want to kite or go get a teammate out of a chair, she'll insist you bring a perfume or two.
       ㅤ  ㅤ“Prisoner”
Luca feels more relaxed in her presence. Maybe he even gets carried away, forgetting he's in a game of cat and mouse, with a hunter after him. What brings him back to reality is the thought that he needs to open the gate as soon as possible for you to get out safely.
       ㅤ  ㅤ“Gravekeeper”
Andrew is the opposite of Luca, his nervousness increases a hundredfold with the worries of saving you and himself. While he will still help other teammates, he will still prioritize you, ignoring the grumbles of others.
       ㅤ  ㅤ“Acrobat”
If you're kiting, Mike will chase you, throwing bombs at the hunter before they can even touch you, it doesn't matter if the hunter is female or male (or a penguin-shaped robot), he believes in equality and will make them cry either way. Your teammates pray for patience, as if you get the first kite, they know they'll only have two people working on ciphers.
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lemon-idol · 10 months
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✰ booth seat | andrew kreiss
NSFW, afab! reader, you/your pronouns, wc: 4.7K, fast paced (i just wanna fuck him bro) In which the stoic and gruff Train Conductor and the Agent (you) use their time alone wisely. third POV (them/themself) on ao3 !! Train Conductor is described to be smug and cocky ehe get it
BTW I’M FIXING THE FORMAT I KNOW IT LOOKS WEIRD 😭😭
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The rattling of the infinite train brings Andrew out of his thoughts.
There was a new addition to the train that had been plaguing his mind as of late.
He knew that you knew that he has been suspecting you. Which is probably why he finds himself always lingering near you throughout the endless night. He could feel your burning gaze everytime he strolled past the quarters you were staying in- not that he minded the attention. Which leads us to his current position. With the yearn for your gaze again, Andrew finds himself walking down the familiar hallway where your room was stationed.
Though on the side eyeing the designated window, he doesn’t find you in your compartment this time, which causes him to lift an eyebrow. As if his mind were an open book, it’s slammed closed after he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning, his eyes land on the lanky figure of the Sheriff before him. The blonde’s permanent smile didn’t waver nor did it grow as he raised three fingers and motioned with his other hand to the door behind Andrew. Grateful, yet slightly embarrassed at being found out, the gruff man huffs through his nose and leads the way towards the following car.
He nods to you, the Agent, as he passes by and sits at the dining table behind them.
How the Sheriff was suspicious of you, but not Andrew yet leaves him a little puzzled. He knew Grantz would attempt to ask about the Agent’s mission and the lead up on how they appeared on the train, so he knew his interest as Conductor would not seem odd.
Although before he can lean back comfortably, he notices the fidgeting before Victor could even begin to pry out any information. This causes Andrew to clear his throat before standing up. The booth cushions squeak as they rise again for his company. “If you are too uncomfortable with talking to them, I’ll do it for you. Don’t rush your work, Mr. Grantz,” he clarifies, taking his coat off to place it on the back of the booth.
The blonde bows his head in return, mumbling out “Thank you, sorry”. Despite being a Conductor, Victor is aware of the albino’s experience. He is a quiet man but he can keep conversation when it comes to interrogations. Knowing that he has all the time in the world on the train, Grantz easily surrenders to sharing his work.
The blonde’s head snaps back up as if he had a lightbulb spark above his head, “That reminds me, a child was accompanying them too, right? Is it alright if I go speak with him while you interrogate (L-Name)?”. The broad man nods, “I do not mind- in fact, I prefer working alone in these situations.” Victor nods in return, relieved for his senior’s understanding of his well-being.
He bends down near the table in the narrow row to gather his dark leather case and give Wick a small rub on the nose.
Patting the back of his uniform as he heads to the door, he stops to bid farewell at the Conductor. The albino interrupts before he can speak, however, “Oh, I would like to mention, you do not need to come back here. I am sure that I will wrap this all up in a bit so you can head back to the first car after speaking to the child”.
The Sheriff's smile seems to widen in admiration at his confidence, “Alright, good luck and goodnight”. He nods to you and you respond back with a polite smile as he inserts his fingers into the opening once again and descends into the lit hallway after sliding the door shut.
Andrew waits a moment before walking towards the door. His uniform crinkles as he reaches up to the clips holding the curtains and releases them. Now, there will be no onlookers peering into the dining car as it was reserved for the very few staff anyway. Setting the clips aside, he walks back to where you are sitting, crossing his arms and leans against the clothed table.
Moments pass and you two are still gazing at each other, waiting for the other to speak up.
You sigh and rest your head on your hands, “So, what is it that you need out of me?”
Removing his gloves slowly, Andrew’s expression stayed the same, although the bottom of his eyes seemed to curl up just a bit to indicate the ghost of a smile. You raise an eyebrow as the Conductor strides to the booth seat, abandoning the silk white gloves onto the table before you and places a single hand on your jaw. He places a knee onto the booth seat before leaning down so there was only a bit of room left between your faces. Andrew runs his thumb back and forth on your cheek and you suppress a shiver at the feel of the gentle and cold cradle.
“Depends on how much I can get out of you.”
At that statement, you tilt your head up further to respond, “However much you need.”
Well, it seemed like he needed your cum out of you by the way you found yourself on top of him not long after.
You straddle the man’s lap, your plush thighs resting on either side of his.
It didn’t take long for you to give into his charm, but the other way goes around too. Hell, he even turned away their best (and only) officer just for the opportunity to get you two alone.
“Is this alright?”
“Kind of too late to ask now.” he scoffed, though the grip he had on your hips opposed the tone of his statement, relieved that you took the step forward.
“Hm,” your lips quirk up a bit before leaning in closer, your noses right by each other as you whispered, “Don’t act like you didn’t start this.” Preferring to get his dick wet rather than talking, Andrew closes the last bit of space and indulges in the tightened grip that was at the base of his neck. Your lips move against each other in a desperate cling, tongues slightly brushing the other’s lips but never fully entering. His lips leeching onto your bottom lip almost fooled you into thinking it was that of a lover’s embrace.
You felt the vibration of his groan on your lips when you ground your hips against his in search of slight friction, though it was hard to seek due to his uniform. His chapped lips collided with yours wonderfully, your tongue providing the nourishment he needed. With each move of his lips, his goal was seemingly to rid of the air in your lungs as you felt them begin to burn a bit. Hearing you inhale sharply through your nose had him pushing his head further into you, tongue sneaking out to pry your mouth open
You move back and smile a bit as he chases your lips, slightly annoyed that you ended the session so early. You tug at both of your guys’ collars to indicate that you want the hindrances gone. He rolls his crimson eyes but complies with your request seeing at how hard you were panting; seriously, you’re an Agent but your lungs couldn’t last that long? He begins to wonder if you were a behind the scenes agent rather than on the field. Yet he can’t help but bring his lips to yours again, purposely creating a small smack and letting his lips linger after separating.
Andrew took his time before his hands reached for your collar. Andrew did not indulge in the idea of him and his partner being fully unclothed; it felt too vulnerable, too exposed. Though he does have an exception if they’re in bed where they’re both covered with a blanket. He believed that clothes are what makes beauty stand out more, that they are simply displayed to frame people’s bodies. Similar to a red curtain unveiling the wonders, joy, and surprises of a play.
He leans forward to capture your lips again, occupying his hands by unbuttoning the mahogany shirt you were wearing. You jolted here and there whenever his bare, cold hands would caress your stomach as he moved down. He removes a hand to gently lay it onto your burning back and leans you over the edge of the table.
With you spread out and disposed to him, he can finally indulge into his fantasies. He grips the sides of your covered chest and presses them together as if he were a cat making metaphorical biscuits. He lays small pecks on your neck and trails down to the skin that your undergarment failed to cover; as much as he wanted to feed on you, it was far too cold to let them out. He opens his mouth and closes it all around the top of the chest as your skin sunk into his mouth, he is mimicking making out with the soft bosom. His thumbs make lazy circles around the nipples through the garment and you let out small sighs to encourage his ministrations. His teeth graze the skin each time, always on the verge of leaving a mark. But Andrew knew how dangerous it was to claim something on this train, something he has dreaded ever since his gaze landed on the ethereal being before him.
You let him play around a bit more before tapping and letting out an airy giggle at the furrow of his eyebrow. He gives himself a few more love bites and licks before he lifts his head from in between your breasts. He lets his chin rest in the valley of them, looking at you quizzically through one half lidded eye. You smile a little as you pet his head before speaking, “It’s a little unfair that I’m the only one semi-uncovered, don’t you think?”
The Conductor pretends to ponder for a moment before sighing, clicking his teeth three times to mimic a “tsk” sound. “It’s not unfair, I am simply doing my duty of revealing your secrets as part of the interrogation,” he replies, before continuing his doting on your chest. You let out a huff of amusement before you lift yourself up from the table and cradle his head as he refuses to move from your chest and slide onto his lap again, “You know, maybe they should interrogate you too.”
You glide your hand along his jawline before dipping under his chin to peck his neck. You move your face back up to his where his defined milky face waits and lightly grip his hollow cheeks together. “You’re not exactly truthful to your staff either,” you whisper as his uncovered eye narrows at the implication.
Placing his hands under your thighs, he made a motion to move you up to strip you of the dress pants and undergarments you were wearing. However, the liminal space only allows the clothing to get to their knees.
You’re not as bothered about this as Andrew is but he lets it slide as he indulges in your addictive lips once again. He moves one of his hands from your hips to in between your legs and runs two of his fingers up and down your slick to gather some up. You shudder at the ghost of his touch before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving his head a small squeeze to get him to stop teasing. He slowly departs from the kiss and instead moves to smooth lingering kisses around your mouth. He does it as an attempt to comfort you as he finally inserts the two fingers into you.
He’s patient with it, though he’s having a hard time controlling himself as it practically sucks him in with little resistance.
“I don’t even have to do much, hm?”
“Yeah...hah. I put in a bit of effort and made it easier for you,” you retaliated as he continued to softly press kisses on your jaw before snapping down to your collarbone and digging his teeth into your skin, his tongue then leaving a streak to soothe the sudden attack. Andrew proceeded to curl the fingers that were inside of you. He repeated the process at an agonizing pace, but the sudden force when he reached deep was enough to make you sigh in pleasure into the crown of his head. The arm that was wrapped around you tightened in an attempt to bring you even closer.
With his large hand practically cupping your crotch at this point, he uses his thumb to move one of the folds to reveal your clit. He moved the hand that was on your waist down to your lower back to push your hips forward. He pressed the heel of his other hand onto your crotch, followed by circular motions as his fingers paused inside of them. The addition of his callous hands on where you truly wanted it made you gasp and grasp his shoulders as your forehead fell onto his. Andrew stared at your flushed expression; the slight twitch of your flaming cheekbones, the open mouth where your tongue almost came out, and the disorientation of your eyes had him gaping. He almost stopped altogether to just simply cherish a view he didn’t think he’d get tonight.
You slightly grit your teeth and let out a whimper to signal the lack of coordination in his movements. He heard your dejected whine and he attempted to move, however he found it hard to do so in the cramped booth. He clicks his teeth as he settles to focusing on stimulating your clit; it had you jolting your hips and your breath quickened at the same time as he sped up. The contact of the burning moans on his ear had shivers travel down his spine and he found himself squirming a bit as well. His pants couldn’t hold much longer either, it was getting painful for him.
As you kept letting out broken moans above him, he felt your thighs enclosing around him which gave him the hint that you were about to cum. Andrew let the two fingers go in till the knuckle where he moved them in opposite directions, attempting to open you for him. He felt you open your mouth once again as if to speak, to warn him of what was coming, but he paused his motions. He tossed you an apologetic gaze the moment you slumped against him in disappointment of not receiving your climax when you were so close to it.
“As much as I’d love to see your expression, it might be easier and less tiring for you to move the other way,” he grumbles into your cheek. His arm lets go of its steel grip and he removes his hand from where it belonged, leaning back to give you space to turn around. You give him an unimpressed look as you try to catch your breath and lift yourself with shaky legs. Without shame, Andrew watched the display of your ass before you settled down into his lap again after turning around. Andrew notices the imprints on your skin where his touch was, his gaping mouth twitching upwards at the corner before placing his hands onto your sides once more.
With your loosened button down, he takes the opportunity to move it down to your forearms, kissing the skin that the shirt slowly revealed. He moves his mouth back up to your nape to nibble here and there, causing you to chuckle and cup the side of his head. He tightens his arms around you in a hug, his broad build encasing you from the biting cold that lingers in the car.
“You ready?” he mumbles into your flaming ear; you hum and eagerly nod. He pinches your thigh and moves his other hand up to cup your jaw, “Nuh-uh, I need a verbal confirmation.” You roll your eyes despite your heart fluttering at his demand for assurance and turn your head to the side to make eye contact with that gleaming ruby of his, “Yes, sir, I am ready to have my insides annihilated by you.”
Andrew holds back from barking a laugh, “You’re lucky you’re cute, that phrase was a little cringy.” You turn your head back to face forward, to avoid having a sore neck (though those “soft bites” were starting to make themselves known), and replied with “I know you’d love to, and maybe even more.”
“Hm, you got me there”, and wasting no more time, Andrew grips your hips once again and pushes them up so they hover just above his tip so he can use his other hand to grip his dick. The hand on the grip smooths over the hipbone when he feels your legs wobble a little. Knowing he was on the bigger side, Andrew attempted his best at inserting slowly but your anticipation rattled throughout your entire body. Your mouth began to open little by little from the pressure of being spread, your expression twitching in frustration of his size. Yet in the brief moment of numbness, you are still able to register the guttural groan that escapes Andrew.
Suddenly, you can feel Andrew further stiffen due to realizing too late that there were footsteps outside. Both of you were too caught up in the moment and it causes you to move in shock as you hear the farthest door on the other end of the car slide open.
“Shit-”
“Ah!”
In a frantic and panicked motion, you slam down onto him, both of your guys’ hips slotting into each other which creates an unwanted “slap!”. Andrew shoves his face into your upper back in an attempt to not let out a noise. Your thighs trembled at the uncomfortable stretch, wanting to have gone slowly, but the Sheriff’s entrance made you both lose whatever composure you were clinging to. Andrew let out a low groan into your neck before scrambling to get both his coat and a notepad out onto the table to set up a scene. He draped his navy coat over your laps and struggled to keep the pen still.
Victor waddled up to the booth you were both sitting at, holding his own trusty notepad. Andrew straightened up the closer the Sheriff got, pulling back the coat enough that it wrapped around his own hips. Despite your strange position, the Sheriff gave a light smile nonetheless before flipping over the notepad in his hands- maybe the temperature in this car was lower than in the others?
The Conductor eyed the writing and the notepad, ignoring the burning side eye you were giving him at his lackluster response in driving the Sheriff away. You hate how composed he seems, while you were here holding your breath, anticipating for any friction. In your frustration, you subconsciously tightened your insides which caused Andrew to stutter as he began to respond to the Sheriff’s writing.
Feeling the throb of his dick in you had you smirking behind your hand before it was your turn to stiffen up again when you feel a slight graze on your clit- a silent threat to get you to stay still.
Despite being able to respond to all of Victor’s written questions, the Conductor’s mind was elsewhere; he thought about how warm the person on top of him was, how soft they were on top yet rough below, the stretch marks on the insides of their thighs worth memorizing. Ah, thank whatever God was out there that he had experience on how to keep his composure due to his job, but it was hanging on by a thread at this point.
Most of what Victor was saying came in one ear and left the other, his mind too preoccupied with his current sensitivity.
He shows Andrew the notepad again with what was conversed with the child. But upon noticing the half-hearted nods and “Got it”s from Andrew, the Sheriff grows quiet. Victor concludes what he needed to say and bows his head as a silent farewell. Relieved about the possibility of getting into action again, Andrew tries to give him an apologetic smile, knowing he is not the best with words (but neither with expressions…).
Andrew shuffles forward to hand the blonde the notepad, the friction having your thighs close and meet each other. The moment Victor turns away, you shuffle your hips in a seesaw motion, similar to a runway walk, unable to resist the irritation growing inside of you. Andrew’s lips pull back, revealing slight fangs as his hand traveled up your front, fingers spread out as he used his palm to push against your abdomen, driving you further back into him. You stifle the groan that threatened to come out from your throat. Victor’s honey but sharp eyes glance over at you, finally noting your low but consistent sounds.
Your eyes crinkle while trying to maintain a wobbly smile in order to mask the turmoil your body was in to just be railed properly. About to write his concern, Grantz finally caught a glimpse of your attempt to hide the cleavage that was revealed from the open shirt. His body perks up as straight as an exclamation point before he scrambles out of the car faster than before, blood draining from his face but rushing to his ears.
Andrew’s attentive ears focused on Victor’s retreating footsteps; the car was silent aside from the rattling of the windows as the train blasted through the snowstorm. Confirming that there was no other noise besides that, he leans back, his hands reclaiming their throne on your hips as he lifts you and pulls back his hips as far as the seat allows him, observing his dick leaving your pussy halfway. Ha, it seems that staying in the still position is best to mold you into his shape now that your body begs for what he has to give.
He stays still for a moment and your coming protest is replaced by a low “ah” as he pushes himself back in. He repeats the motion, causing you to move your hips to begin bouncing each time your hips collide. Gripping the table to use as a stabilizer, you can’t help but crumble over the edge of it, that growing itch inside of you finally starting to relinquish. Being so full while hearing the low grunts of the man behind you has your insides twisting. You would be lying if you were to say that that itch didn’t begin growing once you saw more and more of him the past week you arrived. Though there was another catalyst to your neediness.
Having no one else to relieve the growing tension might also be the cause of why Andrew couldn’t help but grip tighter around your body. He wraps his arm below your breasts, his muscles flexing under his button up. The regret of not completely taking off your clothes seeps in for a second before it leaves again when a low moan leaves you. A burst of feeling broke in him, but it was soon muffled by the intensity of lust. His lips attached themselves to your skin in an attempt to memorize your taste, to maybe become one. The overwhelming crave for intimacy was what brought you two together in the first place and honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way. Which is why he cared a little less about potentially being caught and let the dam break.
Such paced and shallow movements left all proper sentences to dissolve into the frigid air.
Drowning in your own bliss, you’re a little surprised at the sudden noises that emerged from Andrew’s throat. His rapid breathing and the drum of his heart could be felt throughout your entire body. You respond to his passion with your own airy groans and whines, rolling your hips to meet him the more you became lost in each other’s heat. Despite being so talkative earlier, the Conductor lost the ability to say anything, only mumbling out small praises and sighs.
“Almost…”
Was all you needed to know as Andrew’s gaping mouth made its home where your ear meets your jaw. You couldn’t help the ego boost that ran through your body knowing you reduced such a rigorous man to a grunting mess. Yet it passed when you felt the crawling sensation that went through your lower parts and braced for the impact of that euphoria.
Your body processed the climax before your brain could; your body jolted and tightened in an attempt to be replenished and the man behind you slammed his hips two more times before going stiff as well. Your eyes fluttered as you felt his cum spurt along your insides, the odd sensation made your hips move a bit as if to rub it properly in you. Your legs twitch in sync with his own small thrusts as he accidentally stimulates both of you even further.
Then you two stay still, your bodies adjusting and remembering the pulse and sensation of one another. Chests move up and down, minds recovering from the epitome of bliss.
With your mind still a bit frazzled, you mumbled, “Next time I should be quieter…”. Upon hearing this, Andrew leaned forward to peck your ear; you shiver as his hot breath travels down your neck, “Oh? So there will be a next time. We can go for a proper round right now if you’re that desperate for more.”
You ponder for a moment before your mind flashes back to the quiet officer that stumbled on you two earlier. “This might not be the best place to continue, even if I wouldn’t mind having an audience,” you sighed as you leaned forward to remove the soft member inside of you, despite wanting it to stay there. Andrew raises an eyebrow at the end of your statement before moving up as well and reaching over to the middle of the table where there’s a canister of napkins. He grabs a couple in between each finger before settling back into the seat and gripping the ass of you who is still bent over. “Stay still,” he whispers out before dragging one of the napkins up your crotch to soak up your slick. You jump at the caress as you feel your pussy still tingling. He continues to wipe your folds and clean any evidence of his cum, much to his displeasure.
Forgetting that he didn’t reply to your sentence earlier, the Conductor says in a sultry tone, “But you know…that is a good idea”. You didn’t even need to turn to see the faint mischievous smile on his face.
Once he finishes with wiping you clean, he graciously pulls up your underwear and dressing pants before giving your ass a smack and reveling in the recoil. Your brow twitches before you step sideways to get out of the booth, putting most of your weight on the table. The Conductor follows you and gathers his items before placing them back into the slightly damp coat that had fallen victim to his sweat. Placing it in his shoulders again, he places a hand on your lower back and turns to you to stare down at your flustered state.
Not being able to resist the man’s quiet antics any further, you reach out your hand to cup his hollow cheek. He gets the message and leans down, your lips meeting once more in a soft press. No rush, no tongue running past their teeth, just a simple lock that lasts a few seconds before you both gradually pull away.
With the final kiss of the night, you step back away from each other, still feeling the lingering warmth Andrew had on your skin. You both walk forward and past each other; him towards the front car and you to your sleeping quarters. Neither of you needed to look back because you knew that you would see each other again; it is the inevitable fate on this forever running train.
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For All The Birthdays You Missed, Andrew
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Happy birthday Andrew Kreiss I want cover you in kisses sobs
Rated Explicit | Warnings: Vampire AU
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Birthdays are rare to be celebrated in the manor, if ever. Many have either forgotten when they were born or lost track long ago of how old they are, so no point in baking a cake. It is rather depressing, but you respect the boundary (Luca loves birthdays though he makes up numbers guessing his age each time).
“Andrew,” Then you learned one of them never had a proper birthday, and you felt the need to, at least, give him this. A happy memory in this new life, silly as it may seem to others, but you hope he likes it. “Happy birthday.”
The cake is a simple yellow cake with vanilla frosting and purple flower designs. A ‘Happy Birthday, Andrew’ written on with a single candle in the middle. A private celebration between you both in a hotel in the city away from the others. He has you all to him all day.
“Andrew?” 
Andrew is quiet as the candle burns, you notice the build-up of tears at the corner of his eyes as he watches the candle burn. You smile gently as you wrap your arms from behind around his neck, rubbing your cheek against his. The table is clear of everything outside of the small cake and two plates and a knife to cut the cake. The fancy hotel room is a bit much for him but he will see why you set this up later on.
“Make a wish, birthday boy.”
He takes a deep breath and then blows out the candle.
“Thank you.” He says finally, “You didn't have to.”
“I want to and we can have as many more birthdays after.” Kissing his cheek, “Next time though, Luca would like to join.”
“S-sure.” Andrew is not sure if he is ready for that level of energy that man can bring.
“We can work up to inviting him.” Moving away to cut the small cake, “First cake then your gift.” Winking at him.
“Gift?”
You nod as you give him a plate serving him the biggest piece with the flower on it.
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The gift is him naked and covered in red lipstick marks, he is hands bound to the bedpost keeping there but he can tug hard enough to break out. “Andrew, you are so beautiful.” Riding him as he feels like enduring your praise tenfold. You have adored him before but this is worse as you used a camera, one that prints out the pictures instantly, to show him your favorite parts of him. Those pictures were scattered all over the bed.
His albino skin is a bright pink from how much he is blushing as you moan out his name.
“Enough already!”
You squeal loudly and rather embarrassingly as breaks out of the loose binds to pin you down on the bed, breathing hard and his face completely exposed as you brushed back his hair previously.
“(Name).”
“Andrew.” Your hands are free to touch his face as he leans down, “You can move. This is your gift.”
When he first met you, he had accidentally killed you… Gruesomely. He felt like a monster. Burying you in some unmarked grave only for you to return to him partially healed on a stormy night terrified him.
He swore you were God's divine punishment upon him, you were a test and he failed! You were going to kill him. It took him weeks to be able to look you in the eyes, much less be in the same room. He did not immediately go to the manor either fearing it was a trap but came when he became desperate for blood.
Now, you are the most important person in his life, and value him more than anyone ever has both before he was a human and after he became a vampire.
His mother… Sometimes he wonders if she would have liked you. Someone strong enough to shoulder the world with him.
“I love you.” He says without thinking that he pulls back in fear but you grab him before he can panic.
“I love you too, Andrew.” Sometimes when you are serious it scares him, Naib Subedar is like this when Norton has his episodes, you return those feelings to him. “I love you, Andrew Kreiss.” Staying still for a few heartbeats, “Now fuck me like you love me.” Ordering him.
And he does with all of his love and then some.
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oletusfragments · 1 year
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— I SMILE A LOT WHEN I'M IN FRONT OF YOU ; I FEEL LOVE, AFFECTION
⋄ Surprising each other on Valentine's Day
Characters: Andrew Kreiss, Demi Bourbon, Norton Campbell
▭ self indulg. ▭ genderneutral ▭ fluff ▭ not proofread ▭
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— ANDREW
Being with you feels like a dream. Andrew hadn't realized that it's almost Valentine's day.
Just kidding, he's actually been thinking about it since December. What? You're so special to him. It's only right he does something special for you too.
He noted every small detail that gives a clue about what you're fond of. And despite his dislike for social situations, he approached Emma to help him set up a gift for you.
Actually, he tried to approach her. It was the gardener that confronted him after she noticed that he's been following her while staring at her as if wanting to ask her something. Much to the grave keeper's relief, Emma was happy to help.
But he can't help but get worried. The gardener kept giggling and snickering whenever he was with you. She might give away the surprise! But for some reason, you were also fidgety. Do you already know? Maybe you don't like it? Oh god, he's even more uneasy now.
He thought of dropping the surprise but then that means he won't have anything for you at valentine's day. No, he loves you. And he trusts you.
The day of the much awaited Valentine's day finally arrived. After lunchtime, he planned to ask you to meet him in the garden while trying not to be obvious as possible.
"Can you meet me at the garden later, dear? I-it's nothing serious. I just...have something to show you."
"What? That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing." You said to him.
What a coincidence, he merely thought.
Meanwhile, you were feeling antsy. Andrew did say that it's nothing serious. But you hoped it wouldn't ruin what you want to do for him today.
After you both parted, Andrew immediately went to his room to quickly get his presents and arrive first at the garden. It'd be ugly if he arrived last, he thought.
The albino waits at the garden with trepidation, as he stands there holding your presents—a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a present wrapped in a wrapper of your favorite color.
"Ah! Andrew, you're already here..."
He hears your voice and footsteps approach him. But why do you sound slightly disappointed? Oh no. No, it's too late to back out!
He feels your figure behind him and he preps himself. His hands slightly trembling from nervousness. He inhales, gathering up courage before turning around to face you, almost losing his balance.
"Y/N, Happy Valentine's Day!" Andrew shouts. Oh Lord, he didn't mean to be that loud. The grave keeper flushes in embarrassment while hanging his head low, and his eyes closed.
"Oh...I..."
He knew it. You're embarrassed for him, aren't you? He trembles in his stance, scared of what you'll say next.
But only your laughter was heard.
Andrew gulped. Were you making fun of him now? He looked up at you, confused and mortified.
But there you were in front of him, bathed in the sunlight peeking from the clouds. You were holding a bouquet of his favorite purple irises wrapped in a light pink wrapper and a gift wrapped Ina wrapper with heart patterns. You were laughing heartily.
To him, you looked breathtaking. It doesn't matter if you say you look like a mess or you're only wearing casual clothes. You looked beautiful.
"Ahaha! I was planning to surprise you first."
His mouth falls agape in shock and his blush deepens. What? "I–...those are for me?"
"Of course! Did you think I wasn't going to do anything for you today?" You asked, walking closer to him.
"I didn't think...well..." The grave keeper fumbles over his words.
You take the present you were carrying to your other arm so you could caress his cheek.
"Andrew, you mean the world to me. And I'd do anything to prove to you just how special you are." You say before pulling him down/tilting his head up to meet your lips–taking him in a sweet kiss.
The two of you part, breathless.
"I love you."
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— DEMI
February 14th isn't just about Valentine's Day, it's also Demi's birthday! It's twice the celebration!
That is why you've been wracking up your brain trying to think of something to do for the lovely barmaid of the manor.
Perhaps you've been too stressed trying to come up with something since Demi kept trying to ask you what was wrong despite telling her that you're fine.
"You sure? Don't work yourself up too much, okay?" Demi says, combing her fingers through your hair.
If you didn't stop yourself, you might've fallen asleep from the gesture with the help of her voice that sounded like a lullaby to you after going through a frustration.
Really, what can you do for this beautiful woman?
What can you do?
That question never left you. Even as you wrote a newfound idea. The reason why your mind stays awake even though your eyes wanted to close that night.
The day after that, you started planning and preparing furiously. It almost intimidated the others around you. It was like you had grown another pair of arms as they witnessed you feverishly prepare something in the kitchen.
Demi had taught you how to mix drinks before. She was so passionate about teaching it to you that she even expressed that she anticipates your progress. In fact, in the future, once the both of you find Demi's brother, you plan to set up a bar run by Demi and you.
So you thought, why not mix a drink to show her how much you've improved? Paired up with a romantic dinner or lunch (whatever you prefer) date, prepared by your own hands.
That is what you've been trying to achieve in the kitchen. A mix that you could impress her with.
You felt giddy and nervous while making it. And those feelings never leave you even as you look at your own work on the special day.
A white table embroidered with floral patterns, two seats–that you made sure was comfortable to sit on, in front of it are the meals you've prepared, and in the middle of the table was a vase containing a few roses. The drink you've especially made was lying in your hands. You were still unsure, even after the million taste tests you did. It tasted fine but will it be good enough?
Demi was going to arrive here sooner or later. There's no time to panic or to alter things. You'll just have to make sure it goes well, and if it doesn't–you leave it up to date and hope for the best.
"Well, my. Is this all for me?"
You almost jumped out of your skin. The bottle in your hands almost shattered from your grip. But the presence behind you merely laughed.
"Yes–! Demi! Happy Birthday! …And Happy Valentine's day too!" You greeted, facing her sheepishly.
The barmaid chuckled once again. How precious you are, she thinks.
"And what's that?"She points at the porcelain bottle in your hands.
"Ah, well...I made it for you. It's a mix I made on my own. I hope you like it."
Demi grins wider. She rushed up to hug you and kissed your cheek. "Aw, geez. You've certainly outdone yourself. How can my present be as amazing as yours?"
What? You break away from her embrace. "What do you mean?"
Demi pulls a small red box adorned with a white ribbon from her pockets. You could smell the faint scent of chocolates and roses from it.
"I have something for you too." She says while handing it to you.
You shook your head, "But Demi, it's your special day today! You shouldn't have…"
"Ha! That's right. It's my birthday and I get to do what I want. And I chose to give you a gift." She declared, urging you to take the gift.
Her eyes narrowed and she gave you a sly grin, "You'll do anything for the birthday girl, right?"
You could only sigh as you gave up attempting to argue with her. Cradling the bottle on one of your arms carefully while you use your vacant hand to take her gift.
"Now let's dine in! I can't wait to try what you've made!" Demi grabbed your arm and pulled you with her as she rushed to the table.
"Ah–hold on!" You exclaim.
The rest of the time was filled with smiles and laughter as the two of you enjoyed your time together.
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— NORTON
Look, he's broke. That is no secret. He would have never thought that a holiday, something he hardly think about, turns into a day he'll stress himself out on.
Everyone could see that the prospector is working harder to earn money than usual. That says a lot, because Norton has always been a hardworking individual. Others regarded this change as just desperation to conquer poverty quick.
Perhaps the said motive still stays true. It's what the prospector claims to the few people that asked him to atleast take a break. But what he's not telling is that it's always you that appears in his head as he works. How badly he wants to use his money to get you the riches you deserve to be pampered with. But dear, he needs that money to eat, that's why he's trying to earn more.
Actually, You and Norton aren't a thing yet. He's planning to confess to you this valentine's day—as cheesy as that may sound.
He wish he could give you more, really. But he hopes that these three red roses and chocolates in a heart shaped box is enough. It was the most popular gifts—and the cheapest.
Beneath the moody exterior that shouts "I don't care!" Is a heart that is nervous and wishing to love. He does in fact care, he does in fact love you.
Norton may not be able to afford certain things, but he could prove to you that he can give you all the love in the world. He just hopes that you'd give this poor man a chance.
Please? The plead repeats on his head as the pen writes an invitation for you to meet him at the garden on the day of valentine's.
Please? The word repeats on his head, his heart starts to beat faster as he approaches you with the gifts at hand.
"...I love you. I mean it." Please. Let me love you.
In front of him, you stand surprised. But what you did next shocked him even more.
You pulled your very own gifts and a love letter addressed to him from behind you.
You smiled warmly at him, something that felt like a comforting blanket after being in the cold for too long.
"I wanted to tell you the same thing! I–...I love you too." You confess, face flushing.
Norton stands, face blank but cheeks turning noticeably red. His eyes softened, and he let out an eased sigh.
"I have one more thing to give to you, actually." He says, moving closer to you.
"Wha–really? Norton that's–" You couldn't finish your sentence. Taken aback when he took your hands in his and put it in his chest. Where you could feel his heart racing despite his unbothered expression.
"My heart. It's yours." He says and captured your lips in his.
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[ Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone! (*˘︶˘*).。*♡ ]
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abandonedbun · 1 year
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Maybe Andrew and Norton with g/n (if possible) Reader who feels very little pain? (Example: They get struck by a hunter, but they keep running until at the end of the match they are like "bro you are bleeding")
Of course! ^w^
Also just a little note:Gender neutral is always possible! Bun will default the reader’s gender to neutral if the gender isn’t specified! So everyone of any gender can read it! :3
Andrew Kreiss
Oh lord
He was worried before but knowing you have a high pain tolerance…
At first he was alright with it, you don’t feel much pain so he was happy you didn’t feel much of it
BUT WHEN YOU ARE BLEEDING DURING A MATCH-
He gets so so worried because those injuries are not slight bruises
You are literally bleeding please patch yourself up so he doesn’t faint from shock
Yeah you’re a good kiter due to your higher pain tolerance BUT CMON
One time Andrew was waiting for you at the gate, he was relieved to see the hunter wasn’t near (they changed targets due to being pissed off)
Then he saw you bleeding
It sorta went like this
“S/O, you’re back. Let’s get back to the manor- OH DEAR LORD-”
S/O who’s literally bleeding out from their head: “Andrew? What’s wrong?”
Andrew: “DEAR YOU ARE BLEEDING OH GOD”
S/O: “Oh don’t worry it’s fine, doesn’t even hurt!”
Andrew: “YOU’RE STILL BLEEDING”-
Now he makes sure you’re always 100% patched up
Please let him take care of you, he’s gonna cry soon if he sees you bleeding too much
He really cares okay?? :(
After matches he always rests with you and makes sure you aren’t hurt
He doesn’t care if you aren’t feeling the pain, he’s taking care of all your injuries
Norton Campbell
He is emotionally attached to you
He really cares for you! He absolutely loves you
At first he was proud you had a high pain tolerance, he thinks you’re so strong!
But he gets worried when it comes to hunters because they don’t take mercy on survivors unless they’re going friendly (which is rarely)
Sure you can kite for longer, which is great but you’re still getting hurt
The hunter usually changes targets because they aren’t wasting their time chasing you because you don’t go down easily
Now for Norton’s scenario
S/O: “Norton!! I’m back!”
Norton saw you while he was waiting at the gate, he calmed down seeing you safe
Norton: “Good, you’re here, now let’s get going- wait. S/O.”
S/O: “Yeah? :)”
Norton: “Are you bleeding right now? Ō-Ō”
S/O: “Oh yeah but it’s fine! I can barely feel a thing!”
Norton: “… Nope”
S/O: “What do you mea- Norton put me down!”
Norton: “Nope. Too injured, you’re getting carried now”
S/O: “But I can walk on my own!”
Norton: “Nahh you’re getting carried”
He’ll literally just pick you up if he sees you as too injured
He’s like 184 cm tall so goodluck struggling free from him unless you’re close to his height, as tall as him, or somehow taller
He just carries you to Emily and says “Please patch them up, they don’t know how to do it”
S/O: “Yes I do!”
Norton: “Didn’t see you do it, so you don’t”
He seems chill but he’s panicking inside
Please just get patched up. Just do it
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ch6douin · 3 months
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I like to imagine either andrew is like naib in trying very hard to not like player, mainly cause of his religion and his thoughts on “omg what if its the devil?? I also am not allowed to have another god so stop” Or he’s like “god hasnt been answering my prayers so I think he’s abandoned me what is your deal?”
Andrew wants to trust you so badly. He wants to believe that you could turn out to be their(his) savior. But being born in a religious village influenced him deeply when it comes to faith. His prayers are empty and lack passion, he's holding onto a god that never spared a glance at him because that's what he was taught to think as the right thing.
But you always stay with him, good results or not, impure or not. And even if he didn't like you, you will stay nonetheless. And knowing that brings him another kind of warmth ice-cold statues never did.
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fatalgic · 5 months
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Hi there !
May I request headcanons for Andrew with a female reader who has feelings for him and tries to show it to him but he is afraid she is just mocking him ?
Thank you 🤗
andrew kreiss x fem!reader who has feelings for him: headcanons
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a/n: god here i go down the x reader rabbit hole lol. thanks for the request anon, i hope it's to your liking. also, if anyone would like a g/n reader version feel free to message me or inbox me anonymously, i'm happy to do so.
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gravekeeper - andrew kreiss 🪦
you’d definitely have to be somewhat upfront for andrew to really notice you in the first place
he’s pretty jaded from how other people perceive him for his albinism, so he doesn’t really bother appreciating a stranger’s looks— they all blend into the crowd.
it started with a series of attempted flirtations backfiring on him.
you were paired together for that day’s manor game. upon coming to your (drug-induced) senses, you found him pretty quickly. (you accidentally went to his cipher...)
andrew is a very slow decoder, thanks to his weak eyesight. but, you didn’t know that. you innocently asked him if he needed help, finding the way he occasionally fumbled around the knobs of the machine cute, to be honest.
but he didn’t take this very well. he stiffened up, feeling somewhat ashamed at having that called to attention. he muttered a reply after a beat, “um, no.”
why would such a pretty girl be talking to him anyways, out of all people? he’d seen how some girls enjoyed to make a game out of leading people on, when their targets really had no chance in the first place.
one of the benefits of being avoided like the plague was that it hadn’t happened to him… yet.
his self esteem wouldn’t be able to take an embarrassment like that.
the next time you’d approached him was a week later, after another unsuccessful game. but you were trying to be nice to him. “you did well andrew.”, in a sweet voice and offering him a small smile.
she was just trying to cheer him up after a bitter loss, though he didn’t realize. in his head, it was his mistake that’d cost the team, and it seemed like she was just rubbing salt in the wound.
now he is definitely jumping to conclusions. nothing in your tone of voice or mannerisms betrayed your kind words, but why would anyone seriously like him? what is there to like? (oh, andrew.)
while he was a gruff and quiet guy, a part of him did like the attention he got from you. when you tapped him on the shoulder, he was finally face to face with you. (or at least, making some attempt at eye contact to recognize who was disturbing him.) that was the first time he considered you, taking in your features… and your eyes. he was so captivated that he hadn’t even noticed what it was cradled in their palms— the tiny hourglass he’d dropped.
he’d looked away to try and distract himself from the flush creeping up his neck and to his ears.
as impossible as it seemed to believe, his heart warmed at the thought that maybe, she was just being nice.
bonus:
“i like you andrew.”
his cheeks reddened under messy platinum bangs as the terror in his eyes registered.
“h-huh?”
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madam-kumo · 6 months
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Andrew Kreiss Dating HC
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This poor man would be stumbling over words just trying to talk to you. Anytime you talked to him, he would be dying to just big a hole in the ground and stay there for the rest of his life. The one time someone doesn't ignore him and he doesn't even know how to say hi.
After a while though, Andrew will be able to talk to you comfortably and show his genuine interests.
I feel like Andrew is the kind of person that just mindlessly rants to avoid thinking about it to much so he would be the kind of person to be going on about something interesting and just accidently confess that he likes you.
Que Andrew having a panic attack.
But seriously, Andrew wants to trust you so bad but he's worried you're just using him for something and think he's actually a freak.
Once you two actually start officially dating, he enjoys it when you two just simply hang out together. It doesn't have to be a fancy dinner or expensive gift from Miss Nightingale, literally anything you give him, he will accept with the most appreciation.
He especially loves it when you brush your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel a bit better about his hair color.
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sleepingcup · 1 year
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How they reacted to your lifeless eyes - Part 3
Characters: William, Martha, Tracy Reznick, Andrew Kriess, Luca Balsa, & Emma Woods
Genre: Fluff/Platonic, Before love confession
Parts: 1, 2
William Web Ellis
He was sad knowing that you are just lifeless, so he went out of his way to bother you 24/7 keeping you in check so you can feel better. Which it will take some time for you two to get along very well, you get used to him calling your name from afar.
He respects your personal space but will touch you by accident so you have to point it out, but when you manage to smile right in front of him. William feels really happy knowing that he made some progress with you.
You are the first target that he will protect before the others in matches.
Martha Behamfil
She was saddned by your solemn face and yet she give you space out of respect knowing that she is not the right person to talk to. But soon Martha finds herself going straight to you for supporting you and often escorts you to places that makes you feel comfortable.
Martha can understand that you can’t really smile, but feels a bit proud that if you smile once it gave her a bit of joy.
But sadly you will have to get used to her cocky self when she is emoting at hunters who can’t get her.
Tracy Reznick
Sadly she can’t understand how your past was, but will hang out with you just to help out for her puppet for matches. And yet she feels a bit tense to the awkward silence but will soon get’s used to it to the point that she talks for you when you can’t speak.
It won’t stop her from being there for you from time to time, all of a sudden you smile at her gentle gesture of hugs. Tracy was a blushing mess knowing that you actually look so pretty when you smile.
Andrew Kreiss
To his surprised he seems to be startled at first and tries to avoid contact with you for a while. But he is forced to team up with you from time to time….get used to his cold shoulder.
But after a few more rounds of matches when you need help, he was there to help you out something makes him want to hangout with you much more longer just to understand you. Even if the silence was very long that won’t stop him from talking to you on a daily basis.
When he tired to gift something to you one day, it actually made you smile even if its just a little bit. Andrew can’t stop staring and blushing.
Luca Balsa
Well it barely phases him, but he would try to be careful to not hurt you.
And yet he would try to find your excitement over his inventions but unfortunately it failed for who knows how many times. But that won’t stop him from making you feel something after hanging out with you from some more time.
Thankfully you were too kind to him to the point that he actually appreciates you for helping him out, which you smiled a little bit. He was shocked but hugs you knowing that it was a smile that he want to protect even if he forgot about that one day.
Emma Woods
She was heartbroken at the sight of your lifeless eyes, so it was the starting of her journey therefore you will have to get used to her bothering you non stop.
Of course it can get a bit annoying at times but there was some progress-nope not in the slightest to Emma, but at least she tried her best.
That aside you might find out that she was trying to make you smile even if its just once. But it did make her happy when you did try to smile for her, but she did find herself leaning into you even more for a different reason.
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turbulentscrawl · 3 months
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Reminders of the Horror
Being exposed to bad things all the time makes one a bit blind to them. Sometimes, they need a more severe reminder of the truth.
Warnings: descriptions of gore, reader death, hurt (and only a little comfort)
Emil (& Ada)
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You said you’d get him. Rescue him from the chair. Ada trusted you, and look what you’ve done with that trust.
That’s what you think as you lay bleeding on the ground at Emil’s kicking feet. Your ears are ringing for some reason, and the soil is pulsing beneath you, but somewhere beyond the tinnitus you can hear Emil crying. Screaming, shouting. You can’t see yourself, but you can feel the wounds. Between that and Emil’s reactions, you know it’s bad. Robbie’s axe, you think, had just about split you in half. Your stomach feels light, like it’s gone hollow, and it hurts more than you can fathom.
“Get up, get up, get up,” Emil is chanting in the most terrible, agonized voice. “You’re okay, you’re okay, please get up!”
You try to heed his begging. One of your hands twitches, shakes, finds his ankle. Somehow your fingers crawl your palm up the length of Emil’s leg, to his knee. You push there weakly, trying to haul yourself up. A hopeful-sounding laugh breaks through his sobs when you nearly get propped to your elbow. He raises the leg you’re braced against, trying to get you closer, but his foot kicks into your wound and you collapse onto your side with a pitiful cry. Spayed across the grass there are your blood and guts. If there was anything left in your cleaved stomach, you might have thrown up at the sight.
“No no no no, I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too,” Emil cries, screams. “Ada! Ada help them!!” You didn’t even hear her approaching. Everything is fading in and out, you’re yo-yoed in and out of a dark tunnel. There’s a humming sound, a whine in the dirt, after a few seconds you realize it’s yourself moaning in dying pain.
“I’m sorry, It’s too late, Emil. We need to go,” you barely make out what she says.
“No, Ada—” Emil is sobbing, barely able to step over you for his hyperventilating.
“We’ll see them back at the manor, I promise. All will be well,” she coos. Her hand pats you twice before everything seeps into black, with a gentleness you hope means your mistakes are forgiven.
Andrew Kreiss
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The window lingers above you, the sky beyond it, all of it an abstract frenzy of shaking movement. Alva’s electric-charged face emerges from the window frame, looking down at you with a pitying frown for a few long moments. Andrew’s face appears then, cutting off him and everything bright above, and dragging you very suddenly down into warm darkness.
“H…hey. Hey, do you hear me?” he asks, voice strained with held-back tears. It’s too dark to make out anything but the tunnel’s exit, but you feel Andrew’s gloved hands carefully touching your throbbing skull, getting caught in your blood-soaked hair. “God, that’s…it’s bad. That…fucking bastard.”
You recover from your stun enough to piece together what had just happened. Alva was chasing you up the Hullabaloo tent stairs, and landed a shock of polarity right as you vaulted the upstairs window. It had stunned you, and instead of dropping back to the floor, you fell uncontrolled to the cobblestone below. And you’d landed right on your head.
“It was…accident,” you slur, trying to give some comfort. Alva leaving you two be now was testament to that, you muse.
“I don’t care if it was an accident!” Andrew shouts. “Your…your head is wide open. I think…I think this is….” Andrew drifts off, tracing his fingers around one aching spot on the back of your head. You lose his sense of touch in a particular area, but don’t understand what that means, exactly. Your face feels a little stiff where the blood is beginning to dry. “I can’t fix this.” The pain grows more and more unbearable as he talks.
“Don’t go,” you whimper, before you can stop yourself. You try to lift your arms at all, to grab onto him, but they’re dead and twitchy at your sides.
“I’m not! I’m not going anywhere, you idiot,” Andrew says. His words are followed by a snotty-sounding sniffle, and a bone-crushing hug as he spoons you in the dark, claustrophobic tunnel. The match continues above, producing a myriad of fading sounds. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry….”
Andrew speaks right into your ear, but his voice slips into the far-off distance.
Luchino Diruse
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Luchino’s hand is gripping your throat, but neither of you are having any fun with it this time.
Hot blood—your blood—seeps between his clawed fingers no matter how much he tries to stifle it. He’s trying his best, he really is, but crushing your windpipe in the process would hardly help, would it?
“I’m going to patch you up, just hang on,” he says while hanging over you. His voice wavers. Beads of sweat roll down his face. Grimness lines his sharp features, not due just to the mangled state of your jugulars, but to the fact that his alternate-self’s teeth had been the ones to rip them out.
Even in your bloodless haze you can guess what’s going through his mind. Luchino is proud of his research, mostly proud of his physical changes, and quite friendly with the “evil reptilian.” So why did this happen to you? Everyone knew a predator drive came with his evolution. No one knew that meant so little self-control that he’d ravage his own lover…and then, worse, leave you there.
“Lu—!” You try to call his name, but the shredded muscles of your throat spasm and cramp. Blood chokes and bubbles behind your lips, runs from the corner of your mouth.
“Stop—stop talking,” he snaps in a whisper. “Conserve your oxygen.” But that’s already long-gone, you think. The sky overhead is a whirlpool, the ground beneath you swimming.
You reach up with a shaking hand and cup his scaled cheekbone, drawing his eyes away from some gauze he’d produced. (You both knew they wouldn’t help, but Luchino never did dismiss the impossible.)
“Sss…’kay,” you manage to croak out. He didn’t do this. He couldn’t have stopped this. You need him to know that before you vanish for a while. His face crumples up with displeasure…and then starts to slacken. His hands loosen too and the blood flows freely. The corners of your vision grow fuzzy as Luchino leans down and gives you a soft kiss.
“We’ll talk about this more later. I’ll see you tomorrow, dear,” he says, voice ushering you to sleep.
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lostarchivesoforpheus · 2 months
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Hello hello!! 🐇 anon here!! It’s been quite some time, I’m here to participate in the 1 anniversary event!! Could I had an Andrew Kreiss with the prompts of ‘sharing an umbrella in the rain’ ? 👀 Thank you! ! Please take care of yourself🙏💕
`•- Careful & Considerate
andrew kreiss x gn reader
prompt: sharing an umbrella in the rain
warnings: physical touch, possibly ooc(?) but i don't think so andrew lovers lmk if this is okay
a/n: everyone really liked this specific prompt for some reason wowe
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It was a cool spring evening. The sky was lightly covered in clouds, a gentle breeze flowed by. It was a calm and peaceful evening, and you smiled as you walked out of a cozy café with your beloved.
As the two of you walked together, you grin brightly and chat with him. Although you were the one doing most of the talking, the conversation was pleasant, and Andrew looked over at you with a small smile on his face. He was always happy to listen to anything you had to say, and this calm evening was no exception to that.
Your words soon came to an abrupt end, though, as you both suddenly felt the cold, light sensation of small raindrops hitting your skin. The both of you looked up at the overcast sky; Although the rain wasn't anything more than a sprinkle right now, you both knew that it would soon grow much heavier.
As the two of you look away from the cloudy sky, Andrew glances down for a moment and pulls out a small umbrella. Carefully, he drapes it over your head right as the rain begins to pick up. He hastily walks home with you, not wanting you to get drenched as he covers your head with his umbrella.
"Here. Be careful, stay dry."
a/n: i like to call him mole rat whenever i see him in matches (this is /pos btw)
thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!
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dadovlin · 2 years
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Hi Pretty please can you do Norton, Luca, Wu Chang, Andrew and Joseph reacting to their s/o getting used as shield by another survivor.
A/N: Hey there! I only do a max of around 2-4 characters per request so I’ve decided to write for Norton, Andrew, and Joseph. I hope you don’t mind! Oh and I haven’t written for a looonngg time so please excuse any errors! - Rebe ✨
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Norton, Joseph and Andrew reacting to their s/o being used as a shield
Cw: Mentions of vi*lence. A bit of y*ndere-undertones in Joseph’s part.
Not proof read.
⛏Norton Campbell⛏
Norton wouldn’t say anything directly to any survivor that would try such a self move for self preservation.
After you have been properly tended to courtesy of Ms. Dyer, Norton begins his search.
In a way, he almost hopes that they’ll try to avoid him. At least maybe then that should show that this person is guilty, right?
If they don’t avoid him or show any form of remorse, he plans on making their life a living hell.
Not with violence, no. Think more of a passive-aggressive approach.
He will say things to them like, “You look well, have you seen Y/N lately?”
You tell him that revenge is not necessary. That you’re going to heal eventually and what they did to you doesn’t even break the rules of this realm (technically!).
This doesn’t stop Norton.
Not until he gets matched up with this unfortunate soul.
They should prepare to have every pallet thrown on them, to get thrown into the hunter with the help of his magnets, Norton might just follow them around the map and use them as a shield whenever possible!
Yeah, he’s the most vengeful.
🌺 Andrew Kreiss 🌺
If Norton was one end of the spectrum, Andrew would be at the opposite end.
He’s not focused on getting any sort of revenge or vengeance at all!
His main priority is you.
How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? Do you want him to express your feelings to whoever betrayed you like this?
Andrew stays glued to your side for the next few days.
Being his s/o and all, you’ve given him purpose. And in return, he wants to aide you in any way he possibly can!
You can decide if you would like to tell him who decided to use you like a shield or not.
Andrew wouldn’t try to pry any names out of you.
Though if you do tell him, it’s like I said, he won’t try to harm them.
But he will hold a relentless grunge against them for the rest of their existence :).
🎞 Joseph Desaulniers 🎞
Honestly? He’s confused more than anything.
Aren’t you survivors there to help each other?
And I don’t know, not sacrifice one another??
He has to take a moment to gather himself after witness your teammate practically throwing you at him.
So there you are, on the ground with a VERY confused Joseph standing over you whilst the tip of his sword grazes your chest.
“Are you gonna keep staring or…?” You teased. “Get out of here at once! I appear to have some unfinished business with that pathetic excuse of a psychologist…” Joseph ordered as he stormed away in the direction of Ada.
Ms. Mesmer will be removed promptly from the game if it is the last thing Joseph shall do.
He does not care if this gets him a one-man loss. It was worth it!
Post-match Joseph immediately seeks you out to tend to you.
May the gods have mercy on the poor psychologist if he finds even a scratch on you! She, or anyone else who attempts to harm you will never see the end of it.
You are his darling after all. Once your needs are met and you’ve been cuddled and coddled, he will attend to that “unfinished business” he mentioned earlier.
Protective much?
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nevermoreternity · 5 months
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Hello ! How do you do ?
May I ask for an headcanon for Andrew Kreiss with a reader that is very head in the cloud and has verh creative ideas ? Like, they enjoy writing poetry, they get lost when they speak about topics they love and they constantly stumble because theh can't help looking at the sky
I thought it might be cute !
Thank you !
"That does indeed sound cute."
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𝗪𝗛𝗬.
You were an individual rather devoid of thoughts.
Or perhaps, the right term would be that you were too deep into your own mind.
Or, is it that you're just... that simple-minded.
The gravekeeper had pondered over these theories for a while ever since he met you. An airhead, is what he would refer to you by.
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He could count the amount of times you'd space out during a conversation, whether with him or someone else. The way you slowed your words until eventually falling quiet, eyes fixated on a certain area before your focus snaps back to the present. At first, Andrew thought you were a bit rude, especially when you were the one who came up to him first before giving him such a blank stare. Twinges of concern and suspicion flickered in his expression when you chatted about your interests before trailing off and staring distantly at the sky. Andrew couldn't understand what could have gathered your attention at that point, unable to spot anything apart from the spots of clouds.
“What's so interesting about the sky?”
Andrew noticed it was a pattern for you to stare at the vast sea of blue and white. Whether he found you like that already, or if you trailed off as usual to think, your eyes would always end up sliding up to gaze at the sky. So, when he felt confident enough to do so, he asked you about it. About what gravitated you to look up in pondering quiet, letting silence mix in with the wind. In a vague corner of his mind, another concern popped up about the sun burning your eyes with how long you would space out at times.
When you finally turned to him, or whether you just kept your eyes serenely trained up above, he wouldn't inquire any further. Regardless of your answer, Andrew drops the topic. Unable to get a fulfilling answer, he instead tilts his own head upward. The sky was simply the sky in his perspective — was it the cloud shapes that intrigued you? Was it the color? He didn't understand the appeal. Or maybe the albino just lacked the abstract view you had. He wouldn't know. At the time, he doesn't think he really wants to know either.
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Andrew could feel himself regretting opening the door to his room, your familiar figure now stood inside of his small abode. You were rather persistent in your own way or maybe you found yourself waltzing in, maybe he even invited you in himself. Either way, it didn't matter because here he sat on his bed watching and listening to you with reluctance. It wasn't that he felt rude, he just couldn't figure out how to keep up with you. You spoke with a certain cadence in your voice, a spark in your eyes as you rambled to him about some creative expressive piece you've been keeping in the works. A canvas painting of some sort, or a new sentence jotted down in your journal, or a new picture you took of something others would find mundane.
How could someone have so much energy yet none at the same time?
How could someone wander life in such a daze yet have such a sharp spark when speaking of their passions?
Andrew pursed his lips, unable to find a conclusion for either question.
You continued talking, but it was inconsistent. A sudden pause in your step, a stumble in your words as you tried to find the right terms to describe yourself, even a lack of a reaction from him goes unnoticed as your focus drifts from his dusty shelves to his window. His window had its curtains blocking the light, you pointed out.
Andrew didn't know how to reply to your small observations, leaving the room in awkward silence when you cut your rambling off with a questioning stare. He stared back, not knowing where else to look, and so you stared at each other, until you began to look uncomfortable. Or wait- no, you had that distant look in your eyes that signaled you were deep into your own mind once again. He calls your name out hesitantly, waiting to see your eyes regain focus back onto him, realizing you had lost yourself in mental clouds yet again. The pinch of annoyance was familiar by this point, but he kept such a thought to himself, clutching the crucifix around his neck with a sigh instead.
He rubbed the necklace between his thumb and index finger before quietly asking you to resume speaking, recalling your last sentence to pick up where you left off.
You were simply confusing,
Andrew would conclude.
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“What are you doing?”
Andrew asks with furrowed brows and a small frown. There you were being a mess of thoughts again, your response making him question your current actions. You were staring at him again much to his discomfort. Were you dense toward his obvious wary attitude around you? Or were you ignoring the weak glares being sent your way?
He didn't realize he was staring right back at you.
He'd watch you, his own eyes fixated on you before he ends up embarrassed with your focused stare pinning him down. He would always be the first to look away. Andrew had so many contemplating questions about that mind of yours. No matter how many times he got an answer a new one would pop up. It was odd, the way you would sometimes fidget with your hands, blow a strand of hair away from your face, a spacey smile ‐ or a face close enough to be considered a smile, always settled on your lips.
The fact you were doing it around him made him grow even more puzzled. Those thoughts came after his questions, with the sudden realization that you were still so persistently hanging around him.
“Are you going to... leave?” Andrew asks with his hands clasped together on top of the table you share in the commons room. He would have sat farther from you, possibly even settled for the other side of the room. But even then, he would probably find himself stealing glances in your direction without knowing why. If you attempted to shuffle closer he wouldn't stop you, only grumbling about the fact there's much more space to pick from. Why did you choose the seat next to him? Why did you have to notice all the little things at this moment? Why were you commenting on the way he stiffened up when you got too close? Weren't you too busy in your own head to pay so much attention on him?
“I'm fine.”
Whether or not you called out his bluff didn't matter because the gravekeeper got up from his seat and left shortly after, hands still clasped in front of his chest as he feels himself speed walking down the hallway and away from you. He's not sure why he's even leaving in such a hurry. He just doesn't want your prying eyes on him anymore.
Andrew frowns to himself, a conflicted feeling bubbling in his stomach as he murmurs to himself.
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Andrew could say you're too in the moment at times,
and other times, you aren't in the moment at all.
He got used to it after a while, a long while. He'd notice your change in pacing before they even occurred, recognizing the long pauses you would take when you drifted off, so that he'd snap his fingers in front of your face to pull you out of your trances. Andrew found those moments shifting from irritating and confusing to something much more standard. His feelings became more indifferent, albeit now tainted with a bit of worry. You made him question your whereabouts several times, notably whenever you turned up late to a meeting with him because you got distracted somewhere along the way.
Andrew found himself staring at you for longer periods of time whenever he spotted your eyes on him. He still always ended the prolonged eye contact first though, stammering complaints about your unnerving gaze, his face giving way to faint reddening when you parted your lips to question him.
He found himself changing and he didn't know if he liked it.
But... it also may not necessarily be a bad thing.
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Andrew questions you again.
This time you two were under a tree, your time spent together being a regular occurrence by now. He couldn't exactly go under the sunlight as the fear and inconvenience of being sunburnt stopped him from doing so. He preferred the shade anyway, the heat was always too much. Even then, when he refuses to move from his sheltered spot, his eyes find themselves lingering over to you.
His head tilts to the side, his back pressed against the tree. Andrew noticed you were staring out into the scenery in front of you, that same absent look in your eyes. He didn't find any need to disturb you or break you away from your thoughts, since you two weren't having any previous conversation this time to begin with.
However, when you suddenly turned your head back at him to meet his gaze he found himself breaking out of his own trance, growing abruptly flustered at your glazed over yet distinct stare. “It's nothing.” Andrew answers when you curiously pry over his strange behavior, him placing a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide away.
He was so conflicted with himself.
Why? Why was he so conflicted in the first place?
Andrew turned his head back toward you after regaining his composure, but seeing that you were still staring made him want to turn away even faster than before. With a subconscious grumble escaping his throat he hid his head into his own arms, his knees pressed against his chest. Still, you kept your eyes trained on him. Except now, you had that certain distant fog in your eyes. Clearly spaced out again, most likely unaware that you were even staring at all. So, without thinking, already used to bringing you back to reality, Andrew moves a hand up to touch your nose, flicking the tip of it. Your reaction to the sudden action amused him silently for a few moments, until he realizes the physical touch he just initiated. Just like that, he's back to how he was seconds before, retracting his hand and letting the embarrassment of brief contact swallow him whole while you tilted your head in confusion.
There were still so many questions Andrew didn't have answers for. He didn't know if he ever would have the answers to some of them. However, he had made at least one certain conclusion after spending so much time with you. You may have endlessly confused him, but, somewhere along the way, your behavior had grown endearing rather than puzzling. Now, when he looked at you, he found that you were actually quite...
cute.
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