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fishermanshook · 2 months

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ASK: sooo you mentioned that you wanted someone to ask for ganji or orpheus smut so here i am 😆😆 so, general ganji smut hcs? or maybe just sfw nsfw hcs of taking a bath with him? or perhaps first time hcs? Soooo many ideas

requester: @ch6douin

HOLD ME TIGHT AND DON'T LET GO

(batter , novelist x gn!reader) separate [N]SFW hc’s

# MINOR WRITING SMUT ⚠️ , reader is gn , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

What’s more intimate than bathing together under the moonlight? Holding each other in your arms, as the other shakes and cries from the overstimulation you’ve caused to their body. Seeing you, their darling, twitch, and moan from the pleasure they give you is something they need engraved in their mind and memory.

How can they help themselves when you look so stunning right now?

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The Batter

SFW

Getting close to the Batter is an accomplishment in itself, but establishing a relationship with him earns you some bragging rights. Ganji’s emotional (and physical?) walls are literal fortresses in themself, so to have a relationship with him takes time, patience, and communication. The more the two of you talk, the fewer bumps there will be.

Once the two of you start dating it will be a lot smoother from there on out.

In the early stages of your relationship, if you were trying to bathe alongside him, Ganji is automatically shutting it down. He’s not comfortable doing something that he finds so intimate already and he’d rather do it later in the relationship.

When he does find your relationship solidified, he asks you if you would like to join him in the bath. Where the sun pours in from the windows and gleams across your skin. It feels nice to be this close to his, with your chest against his. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.

Ganji might ask you to wash his hair, or, as long as your hands aren't wet, run your fingers through his hair. It's such a soothing thing for the man that he could fall asleep if he weren’t in the bath.

But on certain and rare occasions, the Batter may or may not find it harder than usual to keep focus. Especially when your ass is pressed right against his— oh god. He might explode if he doesn’t have his way with you right now.

[N]SFW

“Fuck, Ganji! Yes right there!” the words spilled out of your mouth as the Batter pumped his dick in and out of you. You should’ve become numb to any feeling down there, but it’s your 5th round and you swear the twitching of his cock becomes even more prominent with every thrust.

The Batter seems to have an unwavering stamina, but you sense his tiredness growing in every thrust. Yet he keeps it up. He can’t get the image of you bouncing up and down on him out of his brain, and he wishes to soak up the memory and feeling before your touch eventually wilts away.

“Tell me I feel good, love,” Ganji whispers in your ear with that deep, raspy voice that you love. It never fails to send chills down your spine as you moan out his name and praise him like it’s going out of style.

“You so amazing darling,! Fill me up so good, ugh please keep going,” you groan out as his name continues to spill from your mouth like a mantra. You take him so well, your eyes filled with lust and love.

Ganji senses that you're about to reach your climax, and he’s not far behind you. It seems only now you realize that his hips have started to meet yours in a lustful rhythm neither of you want to end. With a final kiss, you moan out his name one last time before coming.

“Yes darling— come for me,” Ganji says as you come undone on his cock, coating his in your essence once more. The Batter eventually thrusts into you sucking in a breath of air as he follows suit.

The aftermath leaves both of you tired and drowsy. Using the last bit of your energy, you help clean up Ganji and yourself before making the trek back to your shared bed.

“I love you,” Ganji states as he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hummed back in response, closing your eyes to get some well-deserved rest.

Aftercare is an obvious must. It doesn’t matter how tired he is Ganji will help clean you up. So while it doesn’t explicitly state that here, he did make sure to help wipe you down.

Ganji just wants to make you feel good, but also won’t deny pleasure as a response. As long as you feel like you're going to burst, he’ll feel good too.

The Novelist

SWF

The Novelist isn’t one to trust easily, let alone fall in love as quickly as he did. He’s quick to judge others on their behavior and who they surround themselves with. You must’ve made an amazing first impression on him, as it’s become a lasting one even months later.

Orpheus finds himself confessing to you using a heartfelt letter that took him weeks to write. Don’t believe him? Then maybe the crumbled drafts decorating his bedroom floor will convince you otherwise.

Regarding bathing together, he’s not entirely against the idea. Orpheus thinks just that preferably, he’d want to do it later on in the relationship when trust has further been built. He’s not rushing to have you with him in the bath, and it doesn’t seem like you are either.

Although, he can’t deny the pleasant thought of holding you oh so close to him. A glass of red wine is held in your hands as he massages out any areas of tension across your back and other areas. To have you wash his hair and try (miserably) to keep the soap out of his eyes.

It’s all adorable to think of, which leaves him to inviting you into the tub more often than not. As you lay on his chest, hands intertwined, he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

This time though, the rose petals and candles that decorate the bathroom floor tell a different story. Leaving you to wonder if Orpheus had ever written something like this before.

[N]SFW

Orpheus wants the both of you to feel good, which is why he refuses to stop when you're begging him to. He works away at your neck first, covering it in hickeys as his fingers twist and pinch your nipples.

“Orpheus please— need you so badly,” you whine into his ear as he pulls away from your hickey-covered neck to face you.

“But darling I thought you wanted this,” Orpheus states as he presses kisses along your jawline before finally moving inside you. Drawing a low moan from you as he pushes himself inside. “Shit, always so tight for me no matter how many times I do this huh?”

It doesn’t matter how many times the two of you do this, he always makes you feel too good for words to describe. He touches all the sensitive parts, kisses all the right spots, and always hits the right spot. His accuracy is precise and has you coming in no time.

Your wet hands glide through his hair and pull his head towards yours. In other situations, he’d pull your hand away and sulk because “now my hair is soaking”. Now though, he wouldn’t want anything else but to have his face against yours. To listen to the melodies that fall from your mouth. To hear his name fall from your lips.

“Come on daring, lemme hear more of you.” Orpheus managed to grunt out as he pounds into you, the water and soap around you creating waves around you.

“Feel so good—Orpheus I want all of you!” You shout out as you scratch and claw at his back. Your neck and collarbone are littered with hickeys and warm spots from where his soft lips were earlier.

Sooner or later, you're gushing from his cock. Your back arched in a way that has him drooling from his mouth and shooting loads into you that feel like they'll never stop.

Once the situation has calmed down, he'll help clean up and tuck the two of you into bed. With a final kiss to the lips and a shared "I love you" goodnight, you two drift far off into sleep.

Orpheus is a gentleman at heart, but despite that, he'll tease you a bit before giving you what you want. It's always worth it in the end and always makes the experience just 10 times more pleasurable for both of you.

note: hi poookieeee,,,, apology’s for how long this was left in my drafts 🌝 hope your happy with this sjsjajakqllemsc

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

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ithaquasbbg · 9 months

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Another day another Ithaqua fic. Why does everybody like the angst fics.. my followers are all masochists (me too guys)

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My side - Ithaqua x reader

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Pairing : College au! Ithaqua x reader

In which the reader is roommates with Ithaqua, a young man with some…conflicting opinions when it comes to organization.. and some missing mommy issues

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You listen to the rain outside as you type away on your laptop, humming a song to yourself as you work on a paper for one of your classes. Your silence is interrupted when your roommate comes back from the restroom, an unhappy expression on his face. “What’s the matter, Ithaqua?” You ask him, watching as he huffs and sits down on his bed, staring at you with his arms crossed.

“You put your shampoo on my side of the shower and I used it. Now I’m going to go around smelling like fresh rose petals.” Hearing him say this causes you to start laughing immediately, trying to stop yourself to no avail. “Ithaqua, it doesn’t work like that!-“ You try to explain, watching as he grumbles and looks around the room.

He’s a nice roommate, sure, but he’s certainly peculiar about how he likes to keep everything organized. To his defense, he does have a habit of using the things in his space.. which means if you left your things on his side it would most likely be used. “(Name). Why are your stuffed animals on my bed?” He takes them, staring at the face of one of the stuffed toys.

This takes you a moment to come up with a response for, and you eventually find the words. “I um… I’ve been awake late working on papers and you seem to have a hard time sleeping, I thought it would help.” Ithaqua’s eyes widen and he looks away, clearly embarrassed. The two of you were close enough for you to know why he seemed to have such bad nightmares. From what you remember him telling you, his mother had been institutionalized not long ago, leaving her son alone to go into college.

He hadn’t explained much else, but you always supposed that this was part of why he was having all these nightmares. “I don’t need you worrying that much about me, (Name). It’s not your job to watch over me.” Not wanting to overstep his boundaries at the moment, you simply nod before giving him a small smile. “You’re keeping the stuffed animal though, I think you could use something to hold on to.” He doesn’t argue much after this, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence until he goes to sleep, leaving you to work on your homework in peace.

Though not long after, you notice him shaking and hear the sounds of quiet sobs. “Ithaqua…?” You quickly put your laptop down, getting up and walking over to his bed, only to see that he was awake. Ithaqua doesn’t seem entire aware of the situation at the moment, but grabs onto you nonetheless for comfort. “Hey… it’s okay..” Slowly, you sit down on the bed with him and allow the other to cry into your shoulder. You don’t know what to say, and simply grab a few blankets and pillows from your side, bringing them to his relatively blank side of the room.

“I thought I told you.. to stop bringing your things to my side..” he manages to say in between sobs. Even if your items annoyed him, it was a distraction from whatever had triggered his nightmare. “Relax, Ithaqua, I think you could use some blankets right now.” He doesn’t make an effort to object, allowing you to wrap the blankets around him and pull him close again. “(Name), I’m sorry I interrupted whatever you were doing, it’s better you just get back to work-“ you put a finger to his lips and hush him, still holding onto Ithaqua.

“You need somebody to help you right now more than I need to finish those papers, it’s okay Ithaqua.” He sighs and leans against you, watching as you pull your laptop over and turn on a movie you had seen him watching many times before, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence while the movie plays.

“My mother used to watch this with me all the time as a little kid.” He whispers, a small smile on his face. “I like to watch it and pretend she’s still with me sometimes..” you nod, rubbing his shoulders as the two of you keep watching the movie, eventually falling asleep towards the end together.

The next morning, you wake up to Ithaqua shaking you awake, a small smirk on his face. “First, your stuff is on my bed, now you are too?” You open your mouth to speak before he starts laughing, laying back down as he looks back over at you, the smile never falling from his face. “Thank you, (Name).. for staying with me last night.. even if it was an inconvenience, it really meant a lot to me.” You smile and wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes as you enjoy this moment. “It’s fine, I’ll be willing to help any time.”

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #identity v ithaqua #identity v night watch #Ithaqua Idv #night watch idv #ithaqua x reader #ithaqua #idv #idv ship #idv fic

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thedarkermelody · 2 months

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#idv #identity v #idv fic #nortalice #norton campbell #alice deross

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smittenroses · 1 year

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⌞ask box open⌝ | ⌞commissions open⌝ | ⌞ko-fi?⌝ | ⌞Patreon coming soon⌝

— Pass the Peas

Fandom — Identity V Summary — it's dinner time and you two are back in your staring contest. Pairing — Grave Keeper | Andrew Kreiss/Reader Request — Andrew with a shy and nervous reader? (Gender neutral please!) Content Warnings — none Author's note — I will be honest, I was not inspired by this one but I did my best

He stared at you.

You stared back.

The clinking of utensils on plates and the sound of chattering around the two of you as you engaged in an endless battle, one only broken as one would look away to grab something from the middle of the table but always resuming.

The Gravekeeper found you odd.

You found the Gravekeeper odd.

Yet the two of you never seemed to say anything more than what you needed. Everyone else was aware of the odd attraction the two of you had towards each other, the Gravekeeper being a cold and soft spoken loner and you... you were just shy. A good teammate, a good comrade, the two of you had only ever said 'hello' to each other and yet you were as thick as thieves.

"Pass the gravy boat." Kevin said in the background, Fiona reaching between the two of you to pass the gravy boat to the cowboy, Andrew tilting his head to stare at you underneath Fiona's arm.

"Can you pass the peas?" Reaching out to grab the bowl of peas that sat between the two of you, your finger tips brushed against Andrew's before you pulled the bowl away, passing it to Patricia who sat to your right.

"Oh will they just talk to each other already?"

"No thanks."

"And now they're even copying each other."

#Identity v #idv fic #idv #identity v fic #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv gravekeeper #idv andrew kreiss #idv andrew kreiss x reader

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daintydreamsy · 2 years

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May i req HC Wu Chang with a Male S/O who got easily jealous when the guards didn't pay attention to him!

wu chang w a jealous s/o

(this was more comfort than anything else)

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"you've been in matches all day!" you whine. the white guard and black guard don't know exactly how to respond- they can't exactly skip matches anyway.

you flop onto xie's lap, grumbling about wanting more attention than you were receiving. he couldn't help but giggle at your outburst. you were just too cute, even when you were upset.

"what do you want us to do about our constant matching?" xie asked. "we're just so good that the baron has to match us all the time."

"you mean I'm so good-" fan interrupted.

"absolutely not."

you laugh, but it turns into a pout. you want more attention than what you're being given. you want cuddles and to be told that you were pretty, goddammit!

if you wanted something, however, you would have to ask for it. although to some this was a normal task, when it came to the guards, it was like playing a whole new game. they were too damn good at mind gaming.

ah but, you needed cuddles right now! and nothing was going to stop you.

you leaned up from xie's lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. to your slight surprise, he returned the gesture, pulling you into a sweet hug.

"why am I not invited to these cuddle events?" fan murmured, sitting next to both you and xie. his two sweetest lovers, locked in a tight embrace. he certainly wanted a piece of this action!

you had pulled away from xie, only to drag the two guards down on the bed, effectively sandwiching yourself between them.

it only took a few minutes of adjusting and moving before the two of them were now holding you, adjacent to one another. although now, you could smell a distinct aroma of water- specifically the dew after it rains.

maybe if you didn't know the guards story, the scent would've been sweet and made you smile. if you are aware, the bittersweet feeling arises in the air between the guards.

you choose not to mention the smell, as the three of you stay as close as possible.

#idv #identity v #identityv #idv x reader #id5 #idv wu chang #wu chang #xie bian #fan wujiu #xiefan #idv xie bian #idv fan wujiu #idv fic

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eversleepng · 1 year

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burning

AndLuca / Priest!Andrew x Incubus! Luca

While on a quest to rid the village of Lutz from a demonic scourge, outcast priest Andrew Kreiss crosses paths with a certain incubus who shows him that the fall from grace can be swift—and perhaps the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him.

parts 1 + 2 up on AO3

Photo by Amaury Gutierrez on Unsplash

#墓囚 #andluca #gravekeeper x prisoner #idv fic #eversleepingfic

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milseoga · 18 days

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thinking about writing more idv fics oughh...

who to write about next...

(the last one was ithaqua, for context)

#someone give a suggestion perhaps #idv fic

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itsuhmilk · 2 years

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Love Is Out of the Question

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#identity v #fanfiction #andrew kreiss #victor grantz #nsft #idv fic #idv fanfic #idv

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oletus-manors-log · 1 year

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OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ How interesting! I never manage to dig deep into Frederick myself, but he seems like an interesting fellow. His mannerisms do tend to contradict each other, although I won't lie, the music he composes is very nice to listen to.

Anyway, before I start rambling again, here it is, @tartalimispapas ! I hope that I didn't took too long writing this— believe me, people watching and observing him in matches and out of it can be conflicting, not to mention the chaos in the manor. It gives me a headache sometimes... ”

Insomniac Troubles - Frederick Kreiburg

There are certain things that you have trouble with, even after living in the manor for as long as you've remembered.

One being that you have trouble with matches.

And the other being insomnia.

You were one of the few survivors in the manor that has trouble sleeping. It's almost like a curse for you, considering that it costs you during matches when you're being chased by the hunters. The amount of times Emily had to talk to you about your sleep schedule was also another thing, but you weren't going to tell her about your problem.

There were others that do share your pain in staying up late, like Naib, for instance. Aesop was also another survivor you've seen staying up due to this issue, but it seems that the two have managed to resolve it. How? You don't know.

You weren't exactly close to them, anyhow.

As you woke up once again, you found yourself lying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You've pondered if you could even ask anyone for help on this matter. Although you aren't close with the others, you at least know that some wouldn't mind helping you, like Emily or even Ada.

...

They must surely be asleep, though. I should find a way to tire myself out without disturbing them.

With that thought in mind, you pushed yourself out of the bed, perhaps so to get your body moving. It could be a double-edged sword for you and you could end up feeling more active finding ways to tire yourself out, but in your mind, it'll be worth the effort.

All you have to do is find a way to get tired and lull yourself to sleep. That's it.

...

It has been 20 minutes when you got out of the room to walk around the area, your body still in that sluggish state. It was a bit difficult for you to really do much, and the rooms you've visited were empty.

A sure sign that no one is awake.

It was making you feel more and more tired, which may sound good... But no, it wasn't in the sense that you want to head back and sleep in your room. It was more to the fact you're getting more and more annoyed at seeing no one around to help you sleep.

People often talked about how they feel cranky when they wake up, and now, you can understand why they would say that.

The more you walked around, the more the frustration seem to build up. At this point, if you can't find somewhere to keep your mind occupied, you'd—

...

A song seem to echo on the hall as you stepped in, making you stop in your tracks.

It sounded... Faint, yes, but nice. Almost enchanting.

For a moment, you debated investigating what was up. There were certain things you aren't so certain, and especially with thinking who is playing music in such an hour. Maybe it was someone haunting the halls at this time with how enchanting it is, or maybe it is something else and you aren't aware of?

Well, it could be those things, or it can be a musician- Antonio was unable to play the piano, that you knew, but... Who else, then?

...

Ahh, this will keep you up at night. Maybe it's best you investigate what is going on, then.

With a new task in mind, you went off to see what it was. The music was still playing, so in that sense, maybe you will be able to figure out who it is and even ask if they can tell you what song it is.

Although, while the song was playing, the creaks of the floorboards sounded like it wasn't there as you went to investigate. Alongside that, it also helped you feel more and more at ease— the song was played beautifully, each note sounding like they belong in its rightful place, and even down to its various pauses and dips of its tone.

Safe to say, it was enchanting.

You stumbled a few times when you reached the room where it was being played, the melody growing louder and louder. It feels like it was pulling you in its embrace, and it didn't help but amplify it's effects when you stepped in the room.

It seems you have ended up in the ballroom, the instruments laid aside on the side of the stage. Although the place was devoid of life, you could tell someone was playing the piano from their place.

As you turned your gaze into the sight of the piano, you couldn't help but see the man that was playing.

The light from the lantern showed you his features: his platinum blonde hair was styled in a low ponytail, strands framing his face evenly while his eyes were focused onto the sheet. He didn't even have his pink coat with him, opting to wear a white dress shirt as he played the song on the piano.

The melody simply continued on as you felt your body sway, your footsteps growing lighter as you listlessly went over to listen. Although, you didn't expect him to stop playing to turn and see you.

...

Ah.

This is awkward.

You both stared in place as the music came to a sudden stop, the silence enveloping you both in a rather... Tense grip. You felt like the previous drowsiness you had vanish, only to be replaced with the chill and embarrassment of being found out.

Uh oh.

You hesitated for a moment before you turned around to leave, mumbling a "sorry", but you paused when the musician coughed.

"... Sorry, did you hear me play?"

His voice sounded soft and melodic, much like his song, you noted. Though, you did turned back to face him before nodding.

"Yes. It sounds... Nice, though," you answered, giving him a smile in return. "Can you play it again?" you asked, taking one step forward as you watched his reaction.

He paused, perhaps... Debating on whether to continue. After a while, he nodded and gestured for you to sit down, raising his hands to continue playing.

As he began to play the song, the room began to fill with the melody you heard when you were looking for something to tire yourself out. As he continued to play, you observed his reaction.

The way his eyes seem to flutter close as he continued to play, the smile stretching to his lips as he seem lost in his world, and even down to his fingers glide through the keys of the instrument.

It was mesmerizing. Captivating, even.

And it roped you in.

It didn't took long until you felt your body sway, your eyes fluttering close as the song reached it's peak bit by bit. Letting out a soft yawn, you relaxed and leaned onto the instrument, a smile stretching your lips.

No word can describe the feeling you had listening to his song, and for once, you didn't have to.

The moment the song's conclusion came, Frederick's fingers lifted itself from the keys, his eyes opening to turn towards where you've been seated. He could've said something, but he stopped upon seeing the relaxed look on your face.

Ah...

The fact that you fell asleep while listening to him play was... Surprising. Was the song so good, or were you that tired when you got to the ballroom?

He didn't knew. But maybe he can ask you tomorrow, when you both meet again.

The composer moved to stand up from his spot in the piano, and with a swift turn, he leaned down to grab one of your arms to wrap around him. The other free hand reached over for the lantern, just so that he wouldn't trip over anything in the dark.

With that, he trudged on to the survivor's wing, sealing a sleepless night such as this on a positive note.

#✎ . . . 「 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙍 」 ➠ ❝ Frederick Kreiburg ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 」 ➠ ❝ long-fics ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 ! 」 ➠ ❝ answered ❞#identityv #identity v #identity v writing #identity v frederick #idv composer #frederick kreiburg x reader #identity v x reader #identity v x you #frederick kreiburg x you #idv #idv survivor #identity v survivor

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ithaquakisser · 1 year

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Desire

Synopsis; It wasn't a mere desire, but a need. Ithaqua wants and needs you more than ever.

CW; Unhealthy relationships, obsession, brief mentions of stalking

WC; ≈1K

Note; I wanted to experiment with a different take on Ithaqua for some time now, most specifically a yandere Ithaqua. I have to admit, I was reluctant at first since it'd be my first ever yandere fanfic. Although I guess we all have to start somewhere, no? But I hope you guys enjoy! This is a bit shorter than my usual fics.

It wasn't a mere want or desire, but a need. An urge, an itch. An itch that needed to be scratched. An itch that could never be satisfied. If you were to dig your nails into it, you'd find yourself only bleeding profusely. Lamenting it all. You needed to bury a blade, skin deep into it to feel anything more than envy. To finally feel satisfied.

You were all Ithaqua could think about. You occupied his mind from dawn till dusk each day. You were akin to a pest, a fly that would never cease to leave him alone. Why must you be so kind to him? Why must you even exist to torment him each day? Making him feel these insufferable emotions every waking moment. Ithaqua himself was never able to decipher his feelings for you. All he knew was that he wanted you—no. He needed you. He needed you more than ever.

He celebrates the day you set foot into the manor, whilst you rued the day. Wrongfully, you were promised a wish of yours granted. All for it to be tossed aside like dross and crushed beneath the heel of reality itself. You lived in trepidation, each of your days consisting of nothing much but feelings of pure dread. You persistently fought to survive each day, and the question here is, "why?"

Ithaqua had never involved himself with anyone. You were his only exception. The apple of his eye since the moment he laid his eyes on you. If only you could look his way, just once. If only you knew how you made him feel, then maybe, just maybe you'd understand.

Maybe someday he too would understand why his heart skips a beat whenever you'd plea for mercy. Perhaps he'd understand why he'd ensure you were safe at all costs, looming over your doorstep practically every night. Why he'd scowl and feel an ache in his chest whenever he'd witness you speak to someone else.

Wherever you went, he wasn't too far to follow. Ithaqua wanted you for his own and his own only in the most greedy way possible. He was desperate, desperate for your touch, your attention, your voice, everything. He yearned for your embrace, to feel your hand in his, someday hear you talk sweet nothings to him and him alone. These were the many things he'd do anything for. If it meant seeing you smile he'd sacrifice it all.

Yet you.. You were oh so naive.

Your heart frantically pounded against your chest as you panted, and your eyes were tightly shut as you hid from the hunter searching for you. Your e/c eyes watered out of sheer terror, wishing for it all to end. Your hands trembled as you placed them on the wall, warily peeking from the walls of the Red Church. The faint sound of metal clanking against the cement pavement echoed throughout the vicinity.

All three of your teammates have been eliminated and only you remained. You were in a state of panic, unsure of what to do at this very moment. If you dared to move a single limb you were certain the hunter would find you even if it was a subtle movement. You were convinced he could hear your every move as you held your breath.

There was a brief moment of silence, you could hear nothing more but the sound of your heart beating in your ears. You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your muscles as you made your way toward the dungeon which was just a few feet away from you. Immediately, you were taken by surprise. Your heart skipped a beat as you were forcefully pulled away from the dungeon by a strong wind current. You staggered for a moment before being struck down, letting out a whimper upon impact.

"Please.. just let me go." You pleaded as you groaned. The hunter grinned as he leisurely removed his mask. Wavy platinum hair draped over his forehead as dark eyes gazed upon yours with a grin. He could only chuckle in response to your pleas, finding amusement in your vulnerable state. Ithaqua lifted your chin with a finger, his gaze fixed on yours. "Now, now, don't give me that look. I did this all for you after all." He cooed, tracing his thumb over your lower lip.

"Wh.. What?" You uttered in confusion. Clutching your wound as droplets of crimson spilled from your side, a wave of fatigue overcame you as your vision began to blur. The dungeon before you seemingly looking further and further away. "I cleared the vicinity of any potential disturbances. I didn't wish for the two of us to be interrupted." Ithaqua explained. "I was meaning to make some time for the both of us, if only you knew how long I've waited for this."

"If I may ask, Y/N, have you been purposely avoiding me?" He inquired, caressing your cheek as he spoke. He looked at you in admiration, he felt his heart race at the sight of you before him. You shook your head, struggling to focus on the hunter in front of you as you continued to bleed. "Then why do we seldom speak, hm? Do you hate me?" Ithaqua interrogated.

"Why are you doing this..?" You questioned, furrowing your brows. "That does not answer my question." He scowled, gripping your face tightly. His nails lightly dug into your skin, causing you to wince. "Answer me, Y/N," Ithaqua demanded. You were unable to utter a single word out of dread, a hand clasping Ithaqua's wrist as he tightened his grip on you.

You struggled under his grip as you grew both weary and lightheaded. You weakened your grasp, watching as he softened his gaze, his lips curling into a smile. The young man lessened his grip on you and leaned towards you as your body threatened to collapse. Tenderly, he placed a kiss on your forehead. You lost consciousness shortly after. Having no memory recollection of the events that occurred afterward. However, the sound of wind rang in your ear as you awoke in your bed once again.

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fishermanshook · 14 days

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LOVING YOU IS ALL I NEED!

( batter , first officer & forward relationship h/c's ) + gn!reader

# think of this as a pt. 2 to this fic , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

How these men show their undying love for their one and only—you.

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✦— THE BATTER

Ganji Gupta didn’t dare dream of the day he’d find his one and only, his true love, someone to grow old and tired with until his heart gave out on itself. Unfortunately, his newfound situation halted any progress he could’ve made.

That was until you arrived at the manor with a letter to hell in your hands. That was until he got to know you better. That was until you shared your first kiss on New Year’s Eve. Ever since then, he’s been completely and utterly yours.

Ganji Gupta is the type of man to show his love and devotion to you through meaningful Acts of Service. There’s little to nothing the Batter wouldn’t do for you. He isn’t above taking hits for you in matches when needed, and he will use his last ball to save you from getting sent back to the manor.

Ganji Gupta who, as much as he loves being on his own, gets a bit lonely at times. Therefore, he loves nothing more than to spend some Quality Time with you. He prefers long walks around the perimeter of the manor and also enjoys getting to rest his head in your lap as the two of you lounge about.

Ganji Gupta teaches you the recipes passed down to him by his Mother. It makes for a great way to spend time together whilst making sure he doesn’t forget them in the process. Cooking with you brings back bittersweet memories and reminds him of his Mother all too much.

Ganji Gupta frequently wakes up from relentless night terrors. He’s heard of other Survivors describing their own experiences with them but didn’t think it would happen to him. Now he finds himself waking up in a cold sweat and alone in bed with nobody to calm him down. This leads to him sleeping in your dorm room more often than not in a way to help combat these nightmares. Hopefully, he can get some rest tonight thanks to your help.

✦— FIRST OFFICER

Who doesn’t know the brave young man Jose Baden? The Sea Knight who wields a pocket watch said to have been blessed by Posiden himself, the artifact that always ensures smooth sailing? The First Officer is punctual, humble, and always knows what he wants. He just didn’t expect it to be you.

Nonetheless, the heart can guide a man better than any map can. He may indeed have fallen for you first, but you undeniably fell harder. Although, who wouldn’t with the way he constantly sweeps you off your feet?

Jose Baden is always true to his words when it comes to you, and therefore showers you with Words of Affirmation. It makes communication between the two of you much easier when there’s nothing to hide. And there are only so many words to describe his love for you, so we’ll have to start from the top and work our way down.

Jose Baden, who cannot keep his hands off you. No matter where the two of you are. Physical Affection is this man's specialty and has been embedded into his DNA. It's the simple things like his pinky finger being entwined with yours or his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

Jose Baden isn’t afraid to show his love for you in front of others and would never shy away from it. It’s truly a gift to be head over heels, so why hide it? Why not show off what he’s got and everything that’s so precious about ‘em?

Jose Baden who can’t help but take a hit for you in games. He doesn’t ever want to see your blood spilled, and would rather have his coat on the map instead. He’s ready to face the stern talking you’ll give him after the match, but you’ll patch him up anyway.

Jose Baden doesn't like admitting the fact that he misses the sea badly. The things Jose would do just for an evening back on the ocean are wild and many. The closest thing he's got is Lakeside Village, but even the calming waves that brush upon the shore can't heal the pain in his heart. The Officer will admit his feelings to you in an act of desperation and comfort. And comfort he receives from you. From cuddling and listening to him rant about the ocean for the 100th time to peppering his face with soft kisses that seemingly never stop.

✦— FORWARD

Said to have been the creator of Rugby himself, you always want William Ellis on your team. He successfully lifts the spirits of all his teammates while headbutting into the Hunter just before they use excitement. It's the thought that counts, right?

To have William in your corner means to have someone who is with you through thick and thin. Someone who will stick by your side until the end of time itself. And until you can finally realize just how much the Rugby Star adores you.

William Ellis who can’t help but hold you close. Physical Affection is this man’s go-to for showing how much he loves you. Like Jose, he will never feel embarrassed or ashamed when showering you with his form of love and affection. He’s either got an arm around your waist or your hand in his—there’s no in-between.

William Ellis loves Giving Gifts just as much as he loves Receiving Them. While the Forward’s not the best at picking out pre-made gifts, he is the best at making ones straight from the heart. Using his clues and fragments, he’ll craft something he finds worthy of gifting you. Whether it be something like a small, red box in the shape of a heart or a bracelet that has your and his initials on it, the gifts are all made with you in mind.

That being said, William Ellis will treasure anything you gift him in return. And that can be anything. Silly little notes passed underneath the table during dinner. A beaded anklet that has left a tan mark because he never takes it off. Or a smaller version of his Ruby ball with every stitch being almost exact.

William Ellis who’s afraid he might not be good enough for you. Who fears that one day he may be forgotten by everyone he’s ever loved. Maybe that’s why he works so damn hard. To prove to himself (and others) that he’s worth remembering. Fortunately, there’s no need to go the extra mile when it comes to you. William’s proven himself more than enough already, hasn’t he?

note: a little gift for all my Ganji, William, and Jose lovers out there. made 4: @rieuvie + @williamkisser + @ch6douin +@jklovu + @5ku11h34rt

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ithaquasbbg · 9 months

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Day 12 day 12 almost halfway! 🥰 I’m very happy that I’ve been staying on top of this all so far, since I’m not usually super active. This was supposed to be fluff but.. no!

When we were kids

Pairing : None, Ithaqua and reader are childhood friends

Tw: Death mentions

….

You’re still little, holding your mothers hand as she walks down a pathway through the forest, basket of flowers and berries in hand. “We’re going to see somebody, (name)” she told you earlier, dressing you up in nice clothing and leading you on a long walk. When you get to where mother was taking you, she knocks on the door and smiles as a red haired woman opens the door, which causes you to immediately hide behind your mom.

“I’m sorry about (Name), they’re a little shy” The red haired lady laughs, kneeling down in front of you and reaching her hand out. “Hello there little one, it’s okay.” You don’t trust her immediately, though after a moment you take the lady’s hand in your own tiny one. “Hi….” Your voice is a quiet whisper, almost like a little squeak as you look at her with big eyes, your mother smiling. “It’s okay, (Name), no need to be shy” After a moment of talking, mostly between the two women you walk further into the house.

“(Name), I want you to go play with the little boy here while I talk with the nice lady about something, okay?” Mother asks to which you nod, following her to a small bedroom. Inside is a young boy with light blonde hair, he looks back at you and your mother and smiles, giving you a small wave. You’re still a little nervous, though this boy is much easier for you to interact with. After mother leaves, you sit down next to the boy and watch him play with his toys.

“Do you want to play too?” He asks, turning to you and offering a small stuffed toy. You take it with a smile, playing with the boy as if you had been friends. Later, when you’re both done with playing and move onto coloring, the boy seems to ask more questions. “What’s your name?” He asks, looking up at you with those big blue eyes of his. You’re startled by the question, though give him a small smile. “I’m (Name)” His eyes light up as he smiles “that’s so pretty! I’m Ithaqua!”

After this first playdate, the two of you quickly become inseparable, playing together in the garden behind Ithaqua’s home almost every day. “(Name)! Look at this!” He shouts, grabbing your hand and leading you into a bush to show you two rabbits, a mother and a baby. “They’re so cute!” You exclaim as Ithaqua looks over the rabbits, his expression softening. “(Name), I think the baby might be hurt” he whispers, slowly reaching out and taking the baby rabbit in his arms, handing you the mother so they wouldn’t be separated.

When he shows the rabbits to his mother, you’re unsure of how the baby manages to recover, it’s almost as if Ithaqua’s mother had cast a spell on the rabbit to heal it. But whatever it was, that summer the two of you nursed the rabbits back to health, meeting up every day to take care of them, almost like a pet.

As the years pass by, you two remain close and continue meeting up almost every day, you don’t know how to tell him as this time passes, though you can feel yourself slowly falling in love with Ithaqua. Just when you’re ready to say something to him, tragedy strikes and his cottage is burnt to the ground, having been raided by the church under suspicions of his mother being a witch.

You hadn’t seen Ithaqua or his mother ever since, and never got to know what could have ever happened to them. On this specific day, you sit in front of the memorial you and your mother had made for the two, since nobody else had given the two a proper ceremony, placing a bouquet of flowers similar to the day you two had met. “God.. Ithaqua.. I wish I said something when I had the chance” you cry, it’s almost a daily ritual at this point, to cry for hours over the painful loss of your closest friend.

That night, you wander into the forest on the path to his home, the cold wind stinging your cheeks as you make your way closer to his cabin, hearing the sound of a woman screaming inside the burnt remains of the home. You run up to the door and quickly open it, as the lock is no longer working, only to be greeted by the sight of your friends mother shaking and crying on the floor.

You run up to the woman and hold her tight, trying to calm her down as best as you can. She’s thin, unkept, a stark contrast to the woman you knew years ago. “What’s wrong..?” You ask when she finally looks up at you. Though before she says anything, a young man comes walking into the room… bearing the face of Ithaqua..

“Monster!” The woman screams, gripping onto you as if she’s in pain. “Get it away! Please, please!-“ You’re shocked and terrified at the situation, looking up at your former friend with fear. “…Ithaqua…what have you done?”

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Hugs full of static (2.6k)

(in which Luca and Alva reconcile. In a way.)

Alva Lorenz’s death had, ultimately, been caused by a misunderstanding.

The issue was with the manuscripts Alva kept in his room. Those manuscripts had belonged to his former colleague, Herman Balsa.

They had both worked on a perpetual motion machine for quite some time before arguments arose on whether they should continue.

The arguments lasted until Herman's death. A freak accident, an explosion, had killed him. So Alva locked up the machine for years, wanting to stop any other lives being taken by its grasp.

The one time he decided to reveal it again, he found himself with an apprentice. Luca Balsa.

The tabloids that liked to deface his former friend said Luca was a runaway. So Alva took him in.

And even though Alva knew Luca was his colleague's son, for all those years he never once thought to tell Luca about Herman's manuscripts.

Not even when Luca started acting strange.

Alva had foolishly assumed the worst at Luca's shiftiness. Watching him work on the invention alone, being cold and distant to his mentor, the seeds of doubt and hatred were planted in Alva's mind.

Just like how they must have been planted in Luca's.

Oh, how stupid they both were.

There was an argument, the day of Alva's death. Both were convinced the other was stealing, and neither told the other why. It had ended when Luca had stormed out of the room to try and calm down away from him.

Alva had found him again, in the middle of the night. He was in the workshop with their machine, alone, mumbling to himself.

It really did look like he was stealing, in that moment before Alva made his presence known.

If only Alva hadn't startled him. If only he hadn't moved so fast without paying attention. If only he'd realised what Luca had been doing.

But before he could understand, Luca had wheeled around, electrical equipment in hand…

And killed him.

It was, surprisingly to Alva, not a permanent death he found himself in. Some strange twisted fate had led a deity to his doorstep, and soon he was mostly alive again, though not in the same way he was before.

But still he thought time and time again about the incident that had caused him to leave life for what felt like only a fleeting moment but was likely much longer.

He'd always wondered how Luca was doing since the accident, assuming he was alive at all. He'd hoped he was doing well, but could never be sure.

That was until the day he got his answer, when the letter inviting him to a strange manor arrived, promising that it would be beneficial to his research. Luca was mentioned by name. It appeared he'd found his apprentice.

-----

While Alva had been missing from this life, Luca Balsa had been in prison. He'd been arrested the morning after the accident that killed his mentor.

Or maybe that attack had been intentional. He wasn't certain anymore.

Life in prison was much harsher than he'd ever heard about before being arrested. Monotonous tasks that went round and round and round again, deafening silence broken only by the rattling of chains and the angry screaming of guards, and the many tools those guards had to torment him all grated at his brain.

He wasn't sure when he started forgetting things. Some things were easy to realise he'd forgotten, like mealtimes and when to sleep.

But other things were chipped away, little by little, soldiered on in blissful ignorance before catching one problem and realising how many more he had.

Some days he couldn't remember his own name. Or where he was. Or what he was doing. And even as that scared him, what scared him more was the bits he could never remember again.

There was an invention. He loved it. He knew he'd never come to love anything else. But he couldn't remember how it worked. Or what it was, exactly. Or… what it did at all.

Just like the now useless machine, the cogs in his brain spin with no purpose, with no end goal. But he tries to remember what happened, needs to remember what happened, before it slips away like sand.

But still, he thinks he can piece together what happened when he killed his own mentor.

If every guard he asks tells him he murdered Alva in cold blood, then that must simply be what he did. There's no other explanation.

Through a mind addled with guilt, a simple misunderstanding that led to a fatal set of dominoes could become much more sinister.

Alva's death must have been a crime of passion. He must have slammed the equipment into Alva for some kind of twisted revenge. After all, what idiot would just throw around high voltages like that? Even if he was so very tired that night.

Maybe those manuscripts weren't his father's at all. The name “Herman Zeeman” was used in every one of them, after all. Was the argument over nothing? Even though he had seen that name on the manuscripts inside his childhood home so many times.

Surely they must have hated each other when Alva was alive. Such a lovely man didn't deserve an apprentice as stupid and impulsive as he is. No wonder Alva’s life ended in a huge fight. He must have always been like this, there's no other explanation. Even though every tabloid around called them a genius duo.

The guilt tore into him. It's all his fault. It's always been his fault, he's sure of it.

But despite his crimes, he was acquitted one day. Some mysterious benefactor had smiled upon him, and had given him a deal.

An envelope invited him to a manor, saying that it'd give him the opportunity to continue work on the machine he and Alva were once famous for. With any funds given away to Alva's grieving wife years ago, and a broken brain that couldn't get anyone else to help him, he took it.

----

Alva meets lots of people at Oletus Manor. As it turns out, all of the people inside are trapped here for the foreseeable future and far beyond. That letter was a trap. What a joy.

But Alva doesn't particularly care right now. What he cares about much more is Luca.

The manor is divided into sections, which contain “the survivors” and “the hunters”. Thankfully, you are allowed to mingle.

It took less time than Alva anticipated it would to find Luca.

Alva didn't recognise him at first. The man was scrawny and pale and bruised, with dark shadows under at least one of his eyes. The space around the other was injured so badly it was hard to tell.

There was a network of scars across his face, too, that matched Alva's own burns. The current that took his life hadn't spared Luca, then.

Alva is suddenly aware of how much he himself has changed, as Luca clearly doesn't recognise him anymore. He's babbling on with that same grin that he's always had. Alva chuckles. Some things never change, after everything.

It's only then that Luca asks his name. Even when he hears Alva's voice, he doesn't seem to remember it at all. Alva thinks a little. He badly wants to reconcile, to reunite with Luca again, but he hesitates.

It might be best to wait a while and see what Luca's reaction might be to Alva's return, rather than suddenly giving him the knowledge that the man he once killed was now very much alive in front of him.

So Alva calls himself “The Hermit”. He wasn't the only one here to simply go by a title, so he decides it's fine. Luca seems to decide it's fine too. And so, for now, they are friends.

---

Alva was allowed into Luca's room after a while. It looks surprisingly close to how it did before everything happened.

Messy bed, desk full of half-made gadgets, formulas and sketches drawn madly on notebooks scattered around, it's the perfect home for an inventor, even if it's very disorganised. Curious, Alva looks closer at some notes. They worry him a little.

Luca's handwriting has always been nearly unreadable, but what Alva can make out doesn't make much sense. Words are written over each other, and scribbled drawings seem to be jotted down hastily, nearly incomprehensibly. This looks… weird. Especially compared to what he remembers.

Luca's nervous laughter informs Alva that disapproval must have come through on his face.

“Ah, don't worry about those- I just need to get things down before I forget, is all. I-i have other notes somewhere, I swear!!-”

Alva is silent for a moment. But he has an idea.

“Do you need some guidance on all of this? But it has a price.”

“What kind of price?” Luca asks. Alva can see a protective glint in his eye. Alva knows exactly what that means. Alva's about to say that he would never dream of stealing anything, before coming back to his senses and realising that Luca likely wouldn't trust that.

“Nothing much at all, I would just like you to answer my questions. I like listening to you talk, and I'm… curious about your past.” Alva tells himself this is for information. To find out what Luca thinks happened before his death. To find out what happened after. But none of it is necessarily a lie.

He does truly just want to hear Luca chatter about anything he wants to. To pretend that accident never happened, and that everything is okay. To have Luca back.

But he can never have that. He knows.

So he asks questions.

---

Luca doesn't know why it's so easy to talk to The Hermit. As most hunters are, they're much more intimidating than the average person.

But there's something about them that slots into some groove in his brain and makes him babble senselessly to them like he's known them for years.

Is it the way their voice feels? The way they speak? The way they sit and listen so patiently? The way they look at him? The way they phrase things? The way they tell him that he's okay to not tell them things if he doesn't want to, even though he always does it anyway?

Maybe it's all of those and more. They feel like a father, somehow. Luca had always hated his father, but the feeling is nice. It's soothing to talk to this stranger.

It's still weird to him, though. because the things they ask are personal and scary to think about. And yet he can't help but talk on autopilot.

So over weeks of gentle prodding, Luca slowly tells them everything.

He's asked about prison. How he never knew what time it was, how it was always too quiet or loud, how they'd wake him up with electric shocks, how he did the same thing from morning to night to morning, how they got mad at him for every little thing and they hit him and yelled and jeered and—

Luca's tirade comes to a screeching halt when he glances up to see the Hermit looking towards him with a determined, stormy-eyed anger. Seemingly in shock, they apologise profusely, saying that they were merely lost in thought.

They tell Luca that he shouldn't have ever been treated like that. It's a nice thought, really, but he's a murderer. Murderers go to prison.

Another day, he's asked about what his life before was like. His memory is spotty, but he has a go at it.

He brings up Alva the most out of everything he says. Alva, the shining genius. Alva, the kind mentor despite almost certainly disliking him. Alva, who was his father when his real father wasn't there for him.

Alva… who was there until everything fell apart. Luca doesn't elaborate that day.

The Hermit is intrigued. Apparently they'd never heard of Alva being that kind. Or fatherly. Luca says that The Hermit reminds him of Alva too. But less scary.

“Less scary? How come?”

“Well, it's… I don't need to be popular like you, but I needed to be popular like him. You know?”

“I understand. That must have been hard for you.”

It was, but Luca doesn't want to admit it. It was his own fault for being stupid.

A few days after, The Hermit asks about the machine. Not for blueprints, or anything like that. They're not looking to steal. They just want to know what it is he's working on.

Luca doesn't want to say that he doesn't know what he's doing. Because he does! He just needs time.

That's what he desperately wants to believe. That his memories aren't slipping away like sand every time he tries to think of it. That he knows what the machine is. That he knows what to do in any way. That he knows anything at all.

He doesn't know at what point he started crying, but The Hermit has their arms around him. The hug is loose, but comforting nonetheless. He finds himself slipping up when apologising. He calls them Alva.

Do they really remind him of Alva that much? Luca only had a quiet feeling before, but now…

It's nice, at least. He can pretend.

---

The Hermit's biggest question comes with finality. If Luca can tell him exactly what happened on the night of Alva's death, they won't ask any more questions.

They understand it's scary, and they'll help him work through it. But they need to know. Luca's silent for a moment.

Luca, despite knowing that this can't be a good idea, talks anyway.

Start slow. Repeat what you've already said. Stall for time to get your brain in gear. Everything was okay. Then the problem happened.

The manuscripts. You thought they were your father's. They probably weren't. [They definitely were.]

The argument. You were too harsh. Hothead. You went to the invention to calm down. [You did other things before that. Did you forget?]

The incident. You were angry. You hit him. He's dead. You killed him. [You were scared. Not angry. You didn't mean to hit me with it.]

It was an accident. I swear it was an accident. [That's-] n-no. NO. [What-?] It wasn't an accident at all, was it? [I- Luca?] It couldn't have been. I'm sorry. [Luca??] God, I'm so sorry— [Can you hear me? Luca??]

He cries like the stupid man he is.

He doesn't realise that he's crumpled to the floor until arms are around him. Then he's gasping for air, trying to stay above water in a murky ocean of memories.

He apologises. Again. And again. For Alva. To Alva. He hears the other man's voice echo through his head.

“I'm here. It's me. It's okay. It's okay. We're okay.”

…Oh. That's why their voice was familiar.

And all at once, he understands.

He bawls harder.

Fighting to stay above the tide is a losing battle. And so he slips under, and his brain is whisked away to black.

---

Alva doesn't let go of Luca after he passes out. He promises to himself that he'll get Luca a gift when he wakes up. After all, that's the least Luca deserves after everything he had to say.

Saying that Alva feels guilty is an understatement. He feels sick. Luca's retelling wasn't right at all, and it bugs him. Luca can't be remembering what happened correctly.

But explaining comes later. Right now, Alva is picking Luca up to bury him under the mismatched blankets of the bed. He deserves a rest after tonight.

Alva can only hope that Luca won't have to dream about it.

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