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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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Wanna Be Yours Alva x GN Reader

Genre: Fluff

Alva always saw you peeking at him during his arrival at the manor—running away when he'd meet your gaze. He didn't think much of it at that time but now that you're right in front of him, he realises that there's much more to your innocent stares.

"A crush?" he mumbles under his breath, eyebrows furrowed. "What makes you think they have a crush on me?" he questioned in an intrigued manner, looking at the hunter sitting across him.

Mary rolled her eyes, "Monsieur, have you seen the look of pure adoration in their eyes?, can you not feel the love radiating from them? It's not just a crush, they're in love with you" she said, utterly exasperated from how dense the other hunter was.

"It's just that I find it hard to understand why they would" the hermit paused, fiddling with his staff. Mary sighs, "Well, I'll leave you to think about it", before promptly standing up and taking her leave.

"Why would they like me of all people? I don't see what's so good about me" he mumbled, pondering about what exactly they liked about him—but nothing came to mind.

He never pursued love, making it seem like it wasn't necessary but the truth is that he doesn't feel as if he's worthy of it. Yes, he was deemed as a "catch" by other people but he truly never saw his value in anything other than his inventions and ideas.

He wanders around the manor, immersed in his thoughts. Alva only snapped out of his daze upon hearing a soft voice he's never heard before.

"Well, I actually used to know him back then, we were still teens when I met him. I've loved him for years but he never paid much attention to anyone aside from Herman" they paused, swirling the tea in the cup they held in their hands.

Alva perked up, staying quiet—he wanted to hear more from this person that apparently loved him. A soft laugh enters his ears from beyond the tall hedge.

"I've kept it a secret for so long, so, when I was offered a chance to enter Oletus manor in order to find out more about why he disappeared, I accepted. I never expected to see him again, I was just hoping to see whatever remained of his body so I could finally tell him about how I've felt for so long" tears build up in their eyes as they hold in a muffled sob.

Mary smiles, "I know I've never experienced anything like that, but all I can do is attempt to console you, I can't do anything about your feelings dear" she soothes, rubbing their back.

"I, I know, but it hurts so badly, I've been pining for him for years. I just want to stop, it hurts knowing he'll probably never be mine." they whisper, still loud enough for the hermit to hear.

Alva cups his hand over his mouth, shock and a weird feeling of warmth taking over his body. Just how could someone feel such feelings for him?.

He could vaguely remember one of his classmates. They always tried talking to him despite being known as someone who always stayed away from everyone. He remembered how cold he'd act and how he'd brush them off every time and yet they still kept coming back with that same sweet smile.

He felt warm whenever they were around, heart racing and mind trying to focus on something else that wasn't them. He thought he was just sick, never thinking about the possibility of him having feelings for them.

Herman often brought up how he felt jealous that Alva had their attention—but of course, Alva didn't pay him attention, he thought Herman was joking.

He thought they were this friendly with everyone so he never once thought of telling them about his weird feelings.

Oh, Alva felt like a total fool. He felt as if he was even more dense than Osmium. But how would he even respond? he can't just pop out randomly and say that he accepts their feelings, hell no.

Alva eyes brightened, he's realised that he has the perfect way to confess. He had to hurry though, he had a match with them the very next day.

He quietly teleports to his room, hastily rummaging around his room in order to get the materials he needed. He had to finish before next morning, he absolutely had to.

The next day, (Name) had puffy eyes from crying so much. They kept their head down as they sat in the waiting room. How could they not be nervous, their heart was beating so fast at the thought of even seeing Alva.

They close their eyes as they wait for them to get teleported to the map. They spawn in the middle of Eversleeping Town, quickly running to the nearest cipher.

Alva connects to their cipher but instead of the usual blue connection, it was a very pretty shade of pink. Soon enough, their heart beat sped up.

They gulped, preparing to run only to be stunned to the ground. They close their eyes, waiting for the hunter to hit them only to be picked up. "H, Huh?" they squeak out, holding onto Alva's shoulders when they see just how high up they are.

"I'm not good with words, I never have been so, I decided to do this" He spoke, not looking at them in the eye. He quickly brings them up using a large electromagnetic globe, holding onto them tight in order to not drop them.

They close their eyes, not wanting to see how high up they are. Alva chuckles, slightly amused at their reaction. He sits them on his lap as they hover high above the map.

"Open your eyes... please" he whispers to them, voice as gentle as it can get. (Name) hesitantly opens their eyes only to see why exactly the ciphers were in odd places.

A large pink heart was formed by Alva's connections, the survivors setting off small sparklers on the ground as they waved up at them.

"W, What?, but," they pause, bewildered, They look to Alva, eyes asking for an explanation. Alva hums, meeting their eyes. "I have always liked you, I just never realised what those feelings were back then" he drifted off, smiling down at them.

"Will you be mine? I promise to try my best to treat you well"

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Alva Relationship HCs: SFW and NSFW

As always, NSFW under the cut. Minors please dni with this post

SFW

-Alva’s first love is and will always be his work. That’s not to say he doesn’t love his partner—he does! But he can’t be with someone who expects to be chosen over his only passion at any given moment. When Alva has lost people in the past, his work is what got him through, and if you ever leave it will be the same. He can’t let go of that. His partner needs to be someone who understands that Alva’s relationship with his research is steeped in emotional dependency, and can work with him on the amount of time he’d like to dedicate to it. That said, he’s generally pretty good about sharing his work space as long as you can respect his boundaries about touching certain things, and he always respects plans you’ve made.

-Alva’s love languages are Gift Giving and Physical Touch (giving), and Words of Affirmation and Quality Time (receiving). His chivalry skyrockets for his partner, who he sometimes feels bad for not spending as much time on as his work. He tries to makeup for it by showing his love with ‘little’ things. He’s the type of man to leave you flowers often, and little trinkets he buys or makes for you, with a little card to express some sweet sentiment. He also likes to have a hand on you when you’re nearby, either holding your own hand, or the small of your back. He gives forehead kisses a lot (he’s mf tall so this is easiest for him) and loves to pinch little pieces of his s/o’s clothes to rub between his fingers for comfort and textile stimulation. It’s pretty cute how you’ll end up with random little worn spots on your clothes. For receiving, Alva just likes to be reminded verbally that you love him, care for him. The quality time is a bit odd given that sometimes he refuses it—but even when that’s the case he just really likes when his s/o asks if they can hang around with him. There’s no such thing as asking Alva too often; he’s never annoyed by it.

-Alva also appreciates being told he’s attractive. It’s not something he mentions—mostly because it’s rarely relevant—but he does have some sensitivity to the state of his post-resurrection body. Scars abound under his clothes and bandages, his eyes are dark and sunken, his skin always cold. But he’s similar to Luca in that he takes anything his partner says for face value. So if you like how he looks, it’s enough for him to be told.

-He’s not an especially spontaneous person, let alone lover. The biggest surprise you’ll get from him is a random night of fine dining and dancing to records, preferably at home. Call him boring, but he likes intimacy and bonding without others around to gawk at it. You’re one of the few people he can enjoy for long periods, and the presence of others would just be a drain on him. But if you express a desire for some specific date plan, say ice skating or going to an orchestra, Alva will make that happen too.

-Alva is neither specifically protective nor possessive. He’s available to offer comfort whenever you need it, but he pretty much trusts you to handle your own affairs and ask for help if it’s needed. If you do ask for help, or something serious happens, Alva is very direct about the problem. He wants it gone as soon as possible. For a person, he will go speak to them immediately. He’s not the most intimidating Hunter, but the electricity he controls is usually enough to dissuade someone from continuing to be a problem.

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-Alva has a low libido. He’s only in the mood for proper sex occasionally, like once every few weeks, maybe. But he’s a service top and usually willing to provide something else to satisfy his partner when they’re in the mood. His go-to is oral, and he’s quite good at it. Alva gives like he works: meticulously and thoroughly. You can expect many of your sessions to be spend with you laid out on his desk, entirely naked, while Alva sits in his chair and licks at you slowly like he’s indulging in a snack. (I mean, he is lol) He’s also decent with his hands. He has those nice, long, slender fingers. If you have an exceptionally high libido, however, he will have trouble keeping up and may occaisonally ask you to just indulge in some toys.

-Alva is not a fan of “quickies”—or quick anything, really. Alva is not a man who appreciates being rushed and does not like to cut corners or take the easy way out of anything. If you want pleasure from him, he wants you to slow down and enjoy every moment of I instead of just rushing headlong to the finish. Let him take his time with you.

-Alva is not facially expressive most of the time, but sex is one of the few exceptions. His endurance is better now than is was when he was alive, but it’s still only slightly above average. When he’s having proper sex, he gets visibly wrecked. He’s on the quiet side, however, even when he’s at his most pleasured.

-He’s also not particularly kinky, but he does like seeing his s/o all dolled up, dressed up like you’re going to a formal party, maybe with some nice lace underneath it all. He enjoys the process of taking it all off, slowly unwrapping his present, admiring the clothes and the effort and the treat underneath. He’d also enjoy being given the controller for a remote toy you’re using. He doesn’t want you in public while under the influence of it, mind you. So just sit your pretty self down in that chair over in the corner of his lab and enjoy. Beware: he’s just cheeky enough to tease you with it a little.

-Like Luca, he can provide some shocks for you, if that’s your thing. Unlike Luca, it’s entirely controlled and he won’t be doing it accidentally.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 1 month

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Spring Birth, Winter Birthday

Happy Birthday to the man my friend plays very scary well lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: reader is gn but wears lingerie

A birthday. A birthday is the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts. Something very human, and in his eyes useless.

The concept is not one he participated in, however, he has seen a pattern of spikes of contrabands around times matching the dates of the prisoners. The contrabands vary from food, items, or sexual products; it was advised to him to be lenient when it comes to these things. Warden believes it is a vice and should be treated accordingly.

Yet, looking at you in this cell where he has you taken when he has bodily needs due to him mating with you. The outfit is unnecessary and he worries about your body temperature, though you shiver when his gloves touch your bare stomach and travel up before hooking a finger under the strange piece of clothing you wear.

The solitary confinement cell, one he kept and consummated with you, has changed as the months went on. You still live in your other cell but you are escorted here, the Warden has made sure to make it more accommodating for you.

“This is…” The fabric is blue, laced, thin, “Unnecessary.” Yet, he is fascinated by it. His eyes traced both patterns and how they accentuated the private parts only he knew. All of you, every part of your flesh, is known only to him. His finger pulls up to expose your chest and his palm pushes you on the nest of blankets and a few of his spare shirts. “Being naked would have been more effective.”

“But a gift should be wrapped.” Laying on the nest before fixing your top back down, “I want to keep it on a bit longer.”

“For what purpose?” His tone hints at annoyance as he removes his cloak, “It will only become bothersome as we couple.” His hands then remove the mask as the cloak means the floor and the mask follows revealing his mouth. The Warden is not human, this you learned throughout the time he has claimed you as a mate, a term you only heard when it comes to animals and their partners.

His sharp teeth are bare as he crawls down on all fours hovering above you, your hand touching his face, his face drawn close enough for you to kiss him. The Warden has gotten better at kissing as you tried showing him the use of it, as you are showing him the use of lace lingerie.

The suggestion was something you overhead between other inmates, a gift used for their partner when they are more in the… Mood. Something you noticed the Warden has been more in need of you. For a week, you had to stay in this cell because he needed easy access to you. The biggest worry you had was when he had growled when he smelled another person on you. Mind you, you only smelled that way because you were working with someone in close quarters. Even as he had you multiple times, he was obsessed with leaving as much of his mark on you as possible.

“I suppose there is a use for this.” The fabric is nice upon his bare hands and the blue color stands out on your skin, it's like the more he touched the more he wanted to savor you. “Explain to me however the reason for this?”

You are nearly breathless as you lay under him now letting him enjoy himself, or you hope he is, touching your body. “A gift for your birthday.” Gasping as he plays with your nipples through the fabric.

“I have no birthday.” Stating a fact.

“I know,” Trying to speak, “So… I picked… When you… Fuck.. You b-became Warden!” Arching your back as you moan and squirm as he starts biting and sucking on your neck and chest. “Please, be… Oh!” His thigh is between your legs to allow you to grind on it.“How charitable of you. Unnecessary but charitable nonetheless.”

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sea-of-dust · 22 days

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Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader

Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom

N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"

As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.

Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.

A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did

He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over

He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.

He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice

He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva

The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while

He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"

Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying

He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though

That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that

He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.

It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"

He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.

He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.

So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed

You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination

Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"

Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is

He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter

He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer

He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often

You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in

You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece

He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"

Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"

He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!

He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"

Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!

You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero

Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"

She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days

She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"

Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"

She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry

She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.

If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"

You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"

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snootysnoots · 1 year

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-To My Beloved-

...I’m alive! I don’t even have an excess except for the fact I procrastinated so hard on this, but it’s time.

This was meant to be a Valentine’s Day post, but as you can see that was 2 months ago...So in honor of the Valentine’s Day event in IDV I’ll do the boys I sent a card to (except for one since it was for Axe boy, my dear son) and because you should always show your partner throughout the year you love them. I'm writing about what they're like on Valentine's Day and all the other days of the year.

This might be a bit OC-ish and has not been proof-read, so my apologies my dears.

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"Prisoner"-Luca Balsa

♡Me to them: “The best baby girl frfr <3″

♥We all knew that baby girl was gonna be on here, it won't be my blog if Luca wasn't here.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

He is with you the whole day, no joke.

It’s the one of the few times of the year this boy isn’t working on his inventions and he spent it with you.

I honestly don’t know if Luca would like or hate sweets, but he probably likes spicy food. Anyways, if you like sweets, he would get you some sweets...Or try too, he might try and make them. And it would be a disaster. And if you don’t like sweets, don’t worry dear. He makes sure to get you something you love.

He also sets up a nice date area with some help of his buddies. Speaking of buddies. To make it seem more, realistic. Luca made his buddies the waiters, they even wore the outfits. Anyways, he made sure “the waiters” made your favorite dish. And as the nigh was ending and the sun was setting. Luca put on some music and started slow dancing with you, but it slowly turned into a dance competition. You guys had a blast though.

ALL YEAR AROUND

I also like to think he isn’t that good at the whole relationship thing at first. Luca isn’t one to talk about emotions much, since he normally does things logically. He didn’t plan on falling in love it just happened, it was a welcoming surprised. So that being said, you are his first love and this is his first relationship, so you guys had to take it slow at first.

Which was fine since you guys had a nice time taking it slow. You went on so many small dates around the manner. Which was nice since it got him to leave his office(?). You guys still go on small dates here and there, but they’re more romantic.

I’ve probably said this before, but Luca’s love language is gift giving.

I like to believe Luca enjoys writing. And what’s is favorite subject of writing. It’s You. He wrote you letter before and after you got into a relationship. He literally has a book were he writes about you. He lets you read it when you’re feeling down.

Embalmer-Aesop Carl

♡Me to them: “Please bury me in between your thighs <3″

♥He was my first main and I adore him.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

...He forgot. He isn’t the most romantic guy so it wasn’t a surprise, but it still hurt. Like even if you told him, he would just say “ok” and go on with his day...Is what some would say.

But in the inside, he is just panicking. He completely forgot, so now my boy is running all over the manner to find you a gift. He feels a little bad for forgetting about Valentine’s Day, so now he has to get you something. And he spent the whole day trying to get you something. He got you a flower :).

Anyways, while the day of Valentine’s Day was a...mess. He promised to try and do something romance with you the next day. And he did.

He did your make-up...I don’t know what you excepted. He isn’t one to be romantic but he does enjoy your presence...And your face...And body...In a non-sexual way.

ALL YEAR AROUND

He has no clue how you two started dating. My man didn’t even know until your first anniversary. It was a mess. But his fine with it, only because it’s you. You’re one of the few living people he enjoys, so this is fine.

But dating him is very slow. He doesn’t take well to affection so being close to you, as in shoulder touching, was very difficult for him. You just are on the holding hand stage. And no, you haven’t had your first kiss.

He likes your company. He likes knowing you’re there, he also likes you watching him...(This is so creepy wtf).

As he slowly starts getting more comfortable in your relationship, he gets a bit bold...In private. No PDA, just no. He likes holding you, especially cuddling you. He enjoys listening to your heart beat, makes him relaxed. He also likes it when you hold him, makes him feel loved and appreciated.

Hermit-Alva Lorenz

♡Me to them: “Step on me, pretty please <3″

♥Saw him and I knew I wanted him and I did get him...And have barely played him.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

Alva doesn’t exactly see the point of Valentine’s Day, but either way he gets you something. He isn’t completely unaffectionate. If you give him something he is very thankful and would give you a kiss.

He would probably spend the day with you, you’re both just chilling. Talking about whatever comes to mind. With some peaceful music in the background as you both just spend the day holding each other.

-I wish i can write more for him but my mind is literally going blank-

ALL YEAR AROUND

He isn’t that affectionate (why did I chose some of the most unaffectionate characters as my bbgs), but if you want some affection he won’t say no.

He likes hearing you talk, it’s very relaxing too him. He just likes hearing your voice and values your opinions and what you have to say. He also likes it when she listen to him talk, he really appreciates it.

-Why is it so hard to come up with things for you Alva...My mind is so blank-

The "Nightmare"-"Orpheus"

♡Me to them: “You’re that weird crush I have, low key don’t know why”

♥I can't explain this one, this is definitely a "hear me out" but you shouldn't hear me out. And I am completely winging this mans part, I’m so sorry.

ON VALENTINE'S DAY

...He knows and he has been planning for this shit for months. He just showers you in gifts and he gives you a hug. He also takes you out for dinner...It’s more like kidnapping though.

The room was so dark and the only light source you had was the candle in the middle of the table. At least there was nice soft music. It was nice, a bit creepy but nice. You guys had a great time, the food was edible so that was a plus.

Now, you both just chill. Still dark af, but it was actually relaxing. He let you sit on his lap and put your head on his shoulder, the music in the background slowly putting you to sleep as he held you. I was gonna say he gave your forehead a kiss, but in this case it would be a peak.

ALL YEAR AROUND

I feel like he is very possessive. He doesn’t enjoy you being distracted, you always have to have your eyes on him. You are dating him after all, you should only be looking at him.

He makes sure you’re always with him, where ever he is, you got to be there. It doesn’t matter where he could be, you must be there. And if you aren’t near him, he literally stalks you out. He once he finds you, he ain’t letting you go.

He holds you a bunch, very affectionate but for all the wrong reasons. He holds you cause he wants to make sure everyone knows you belong to him and only him.

He’s a bird, kind of, so I like to think if he finds anything that catches his eye, like a rock. He gives it to you. He could find a nice stick and gives it to you to show his love. You better take his stick...Just take his random gifts. He gets really happy (can he even be happy?) when you accept his gifts.

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Sorry, this took way longer than needed, I have honestly been grinding Genshin Impact for Kaveh and Baizuh. Excited about that baby girl patch man. I also remembered I have an 'x reader' with Mr. Crowley From Twisted Wonderland from a while back, I'll probably post that later next week or never, who knows.

#identity v x reader #prisoner x reader #identity v luca x reader #luca balsa x reader #embalmer x reader #aesop carl x reader #hermit x reader #alva lorenz x reader #nightmare x reader #idv nightmare x reader

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houdinicorbini · 9 months

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Alva Lorenz x Reader "Late night thoughts"

It is has now been 1 year since this man has been out!! And I am surprised by the lack of Alva content when it comes to x readers

This is also very self indulgent. I thought it would be nice to write a comfort fic!

Word count: 1201

Trigger warnings: paranoia and crying

It was currently late at night. Most people, if not everyone in the manor were already long asleep, your lover who was laying right beside you being one of them.

Yet, you couldn’t find the will nor the ability to fall asleep. As much as you wish you could do that so you wouldn’t be dealing with all these thoughts and fears that were forcing you to stay awake while everyone else had the pleasure of sleeping.

You lay on your side, back facing your lover as you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to stop whatever tears that were threatening to spill then and there.

This just happens sometimes after all! It’s just paranoia, there’s nothing going to come of it! Those were the things you were desperately trying to tell yourself.

But then there’s that thought that what if something does happen and it’s far too late to be fixed or even noticed.

That no matter what, nothing can be done to stop or fix it in time. That everything you do now doesn’t matter because it’ll all just end anyways.

These thoughts only kept forcing you into a deeper and deeper rabbit hole, one that felt like you couldn’t crawl out of.

You tried desperately to think of happy memories, good moments to help distract yourself, but you just kept falling deeper and deeper.

Then, finally, the dam broke. You started silently sobbing, covering your mouth so that you wouldn’t make any form of noise so as to not disturb him.

It felt like you were silently screaming at some points, trying your damnedest to keep any noise from escaping and failing to do that here and there.

The tears wouldn’t stop spilling out and your head was already aching with pain because of it.

After a few minutes of nonstop sobbing, you hear a small meow before you feel something jump in the spot right in front of you.

One you feel whiskers on your face, you open your eyes to see it’s one of Alva’s most trusted cats, and it seems like she has a goal in mind as her nose is practically touching your own.

Without saying anything, you pulled her close to you, sniffling as you wrapped your arms around her, to which she didn’t mind at all.

The cat settled down, getting comfortable as she had no plans of getting up until morning. Her only goal was to help comfort you.

Before you had the opportunity to cry again, a pair of strong arms had wrapped themselves around you. Immediately recognizing who it was, you felt yourself relaxing, but buried your face into the cat, earning another small meow as you did.

You didn’t want him to exactly see you like this, even though he has before, as you have seen him in panic driven moments.

There was a soft kiss placed on your head before your love spoke.

“My dear,” he began, his voice much deeper than usual, indicating that he might’ve just woken up from his slumber.

“Are you alright?” Alva asked, concern very apparent in his tired tone, though no matter how tired he is, Alva will always show concern for you.

You give a small nod, not wanting to use your voice since it would most likely give away that you’ve been crying, though it’s not like he’d have to be a detective to guess that.

His grip tightened slightly, but more of in a comforting way. As if to say that he’s here for you.

“Just overthinking is all…” you say rather quietly, upset at yourself that he’s now awake, worrying that it was your sobbing that did it.

Alva shifted slightly so that his chin could be resting comfortably on your head, one arm reaching up so that he could run his fingers through your hair.

“About what, my love?” He asked, continuing with this soothing motion as he felt you relax a tad bit more, which relieved him.

When there was no response, he completely understood, not wanting to push. So, he decided to continue to comfort you, in ways that didn’t require you to use words.

Feeling him caress your cheek, you lean into his cold touch, enjoying such a feeling since your skin felt rather warm at that moment.

Pushing your back into him slightly so that you could feel him all around. Just him holding you was helping distract you from these evil thoughts.

“I’m here for you.”

“You’re not alone.”

“These are only thoughts.”

Alva would whisper things like that, in hopes that they’d help you, even if it was only by a little bit.

To which they did, but it was more of the fact that he was trying his best more than what he was saying. Though there was still a part of you that was upset that he woke up. You’d rather him sleep, yet, there was a part of you that was grateful to have him awake nonetheless.

You felt him place a few more kisses on your head, before moving so that he could place some upon your cheek, to which you didn’t mind the slightest.

Alva continues to hold you, making sure you are very aware of the fact that he’s here for you, and nothing will ever change that.

Nothing in this world could ever change how he feels nor the want to make you feel better when he has the chance to do so.

Him being here right now is his way of proving that to you.

A few minutes of silence goes by when you hear him chuckle.

Feeling a tad bit curious, you turn your head slightly so that you can see him.

“I see someone has gotten to you before I could.” Alva pointed out, noticing the cat that you’re still cuddling with.

She looks up for a second, meows at him and lays her head back down, possibly wanting to get some sleep before the sun comes up.

“She did.” You gave a small chuckle back, the tiredness of everything starting to catch up with you now that you’ve calmed down.

Now that your face was more in range, he places a soft kiss on your nose, the small smile from you not going unnoticed.

He gives you one more kiss but on the lips this time, he didn’t want to keep you awake for too long after all. Not when he can clearly see how tired you truly are.

“Please, get some rest, my love.” Alva said, hoping that you’d be able to get some decent rest for tomorrow.

Giving a small nod, you yawn before letting go of the cat, to which she didn’t like but she allowed you to do so.

You turn around so now that you can bury your face into his chest, in case these thoughts do come back, you’ll have him right by you.

Before falling asleep, you mutter a quiet “thank you, I love you, my dear”

“I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel safe and better, my rose. You have my heart.”

With those words repeating in your head, you’re able to finally drift off into a peaceful sleep.

#x reader #idv #identity v #alva lorenz #idv alva #idv hermit #hermit idv #idv x reader #identity v hermit #identity v alva #id5 #identity 5 #idv headcanons

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lumierexfics · 7 months

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Chat log name: Into ruin and ecstasy!

Chat log description : You needed to talk to Alva but you can’t seem to find him but you heard a cat which you decided to follow it!

Online Users : Lead Consultant (Alva Lorenz), Reader

❗️❗️CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Second Person POV, Smut, Alva is OOC & in heat, No plot, light degradation, Praises, Bitings.❗️❗️

<< Ao3 link

You helped set up the decorations in the town to celebrate the Halloween festival, noticing that Alva was nowhere to be seen as you needed to speak to him. Wind brushed through your clothes as it was your own tradition to wear your costume to help decorate the town, till you heard a purring from a black cat. You followed the black cat to a small cozy cabin to see a pacing Alva; he wasn’t ill like the rest of the community said.

You knocked on the door to see Alva opening the door, his yellowed eyes stared down at you.

His face was flushed with red, he panted heavily as it seemed he was suffering during the hot summer days rather than the current autumn days. His back turned as you stepped inside but it didn’t seem like he would turn you away and you closed the door behind you.

“Alva?” You asked with pure concern. “Are you alright?”

“I told you to not visit me,” he grumbled.

“A black cat led me here,” you confessed. “I’m asking this again. Are you sick?”

Something was—Something is wrong with him. His labored breathing grew, his eyes never met yours; they always met yours. He turned around with his head hung down, his hands turned into fists, placing them on the dresser.

“I..I am sick,” he panted. “Leave before I get you sick.”

He begrudgingly let you stay since you had insisted on staying and Alva kept his distance while You looked at him with unbridled concern, outstretching your hand to him, your faces were inches apart; his slit pupils widened.

“I want to,” he confessed, sucking in his breath. “I want to ruin you. Can I ruin you, dear?”

“Ruin me?” You asked, “Alva, if that’s what you want. I will let you ruin me.”

“No,” he stated. “I won’t do it, dearest. It feels like I’m forcing you so I will not ruin you.”

His slit pupils slowly thinned rather than staying widened and he pulled away. But you stepped closer as holding his gloved hand against your cheek, his pupils widened once more.

“You’re not forcing me,Alva ,” you said. “I’m doing this on my own accord beside you know me, Alva. I can handle it.”

He held your hand and guided you to the bedroom.

You wanted to doze off only for a moment as the sound of his hips smacking into you, echoed through the room.

“Stay with me. I can’t have you dozing off,” He inquired, lightly smacking your cheek. “I thought you said that you could handle this?”

You desperately tried to say something but it was an incoherent response as your mind continued to go blank. Your legs were over his shoulders while only the squelching noise of his thrusts were heard and it almost seemed that his hands loosened but it was just a mistake since he retightened his grip and with even more energy than the last. Your mind tried to scramble for the amount of rounds but there was no number since it seamlessly blended into each other. Your neck was decorated with bite marks and Alva showed no signs of stopping as he murmured praises of how good you’re taking him with the mixture of grunts.

“More,” he panted. “A bit more. Can you last a bit longer?”

His thrusts became more rougher with your mind melting away at his thrusts. Your hands tightened on the bedsheets at the same time Alva managed to kiss your bruised lips, your breathing was labored and words meshed together that didn’t make sense but it always made sense to Alva. He finally stopped.

Alva’s fingers slowly scooped up his cum to stick it back in you, murmuring how good you look in this state but his murmurs began to trail softly on your bruised neck as his hands trailed over your body, his eyes examining with such precision. Alva murmured how good it would look if you could be swollen with his child.

“Alva, please,” you said, hoarsely. “I’m a bit thirsty.”

The mattress creaked as he got up to fill a glass with cold water and held your face as pressing a cold glass of water against your lips while you eagerly drank up the water; the water dribbled down your chin. Alva helped you get dressed as it was strange since your costume was never this difficult to get back into.

“My dear,” he purred. “Will you come back tomorrow?”

#identity v x you #idv smut #idv x reader #identity v Alva x reader smut #idv alva smut #idv alva lorenz x reader smut #identity v x reader smut #idv hermit x reader smut #identity v hermit x reader smut #idv alva x reader #alva lorenz x reader #identity v x reader

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k-wavehours · 1 year

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I'm on my knees I need nsfw Alva hcs please (yes I'm also very normal about that old man)

/cracks knuckles/ here we go this is what I've been waiting for

Alva fucker nation rise up

Going to TOWN on this please DNI if you are not 18+ Khai is going insane on this

Lets get a scenario cooked up first kind of based on my last Alva ask I answered.

You find him reading something in the library after a very late match. What happened that match? Well I'll spell it out for you. You were being a little prick. You took advantage of Alva's poor weak heart and his outpouring love for you by being the only one to rescue your teammates (some of which you didn't even really like). You weren't even a big rescuer! You knew you could still win the match by taking advantage of his desire not to down you in a match. How cruel. You approach him as usual from behind his seat to see what he's so focused on. He knows you're there but he doesn't turn to greet you like he normally would.

Petty.

You aren't having any of that so you come around and crawl into his lap and ask if he's mad at you for figuring out his weakness in matches. He says nothing, but his eyes haven't moved at all to indicate he was still reading what was in his hand. You lean in to kiss him when he grabs your face to hold you away. You know he's mad at you but he can't possibly stay mad forever (and he won't). You apologize for taking advantage of him that match despite knowing it'll probably happen again. He accepts your "apology" and lets go of you, so you then go back to doing what you were going to do initially. His electrical scars are his weakest points on his body and you know that.

To wrap this up quick kissing up his scarred neck and face eventually leads him to taking you right there in the library. Thank the gods no one else is up at this ungodly hour.

Hold on I am not done it's actual headcanon time!

He's more than likely had some experience so he knows what he's doing. He's a scholarly man and learns quickly, so he'll find your weak spots faster than you find all of his.

He doesn't have a very high libido but he can go from 0 to 100 real quick if you push the right buttons.

As we know, he is very tall. He knows his size too. He prefers taking you in ways he can stand up. This can include bending you over a raised surface, sitting you up on that raised surface so you can get your legs around his hips, or he'll straight up say "fuck it" and pick you up. He's not opposed to letting you ride him either he LOVES it. He'll go in for the sidebite too (he usually likes to be the big spoon). He'll also use his lil electricity conjuring ability to shock you too if you're into that.

The way he behaves during these times all depends on you. You like being submissive and can't dom at all? Fine by him! He's a switch but you won't know unless you ask to do something to him. (side rant please look at his S tier do you SEE that mask? Muzzle? I don't care that could be a surprise tool to help you later if you want to take the role of dominant).

Now one of my favorite parts. His voice. You heard it in his intro trailer and in the season 22 essence 3 trailer. His little purrs of praise towards you is enough to get you off (or is that just me? Probably not). When he's close to his release you will know. He stops running his mouth and his breathing becomes tapered and he lets out the sexiest whimpers known to man I stg.

After the fun activities of the evening or whenever sexy time occurs he does his best to help clean up, after setting his joints of course. Sorry but it has to be done you had him on his back for a while it got stiff.

Aside from that silliness because tbh I'd laugh at him a little he'll get you anything you need if you ask or accept any offers from him.

I want to fuck this guy so bad can't you tell by this whole essay? Thanks for reading <3

#idv hermit #idv x reader #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #identity v x reader #alva lorenz

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ithaquasbbg · 10 months

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Hi, todays prompt for ithaugust is “dynamic with another character”- I’m doing this Headcanons bc I’m a little (very) lazy today! Doing two characters tho <33

Ithalva and Ithagrace Headcanons!

Pairings : Ithaqua x Alva, Ithaqua x Grace (I love both of these ships they’re so dudjdjffjsjsjsj!)

Ithalva

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾A ship dynamic I really like for them is one with the height difference! Ithaqua doesn’t seem like he’d be super tall, while Alva is.. obviously very tall, so they’d have a big difference in height.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ To elaborate on this, Ithaqua is perfect size for holding, or sometimes just leaning down and hugging, it’s cute

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I see them both as more reserved types of lovers at the beginning. Though I think Ithaqua is more affectionate when he warms up, and would be the one to initiate most of the affection with Alva!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua running his hands along Alva’s scars with a soft smile at night while the other absentmindedly leans into his touch

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Both are afraid of abandonment for different reasons, and could potentially cling to each other a lot on rough days.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua would be the more obviously paranoid one, constantly asking if the other wouldn’t leave him while he was asleep, or just grabbing onto Alva to make sure he doesn’t leave.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Alva being more reserved would probably not act on his fears often, though sometimes he’ll end up holding onto Ithaqua tighter while they’re in bed together, or refusing to let the other out of his sight.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Alva used to have long hair (we were robbed), so he knows how to braid and play with Ithaqua’s hair! It comforts ithaqua because it reminds him of what mother used to do, and Alva just enjoys having something to do with his hands, and to be in the presence of the other

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Acts of service!!! They’re constantly doing things for each other, like cleaning the others room without asking, making dinner, ect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua also likes using words and pet names, though the other doesn’t often do that. Itha will often call Alva things like “Dear” or “Love”, while Alva typically sticks with the others name, sometimes shortening it to “Itha”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ They have a big difference in their hand sizes, with ithaqua having the smaller hands. Ithaqua will sometimes take the others hands and look at every detail before holding them in his own.

Ithagrace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Two sweethearts in one! What else could you ever want?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Grace strikes me as a more affectionate person, so she often gives the other short kisses and little hugs, leaning against his chest while they’re sleeping, ect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ It gets poor Ithaqua so flustered at first, since he probably doesn’t have much relationship experience (let’s face it.. he lived in a forest) - but eventually he finds himself longing for Graces embrace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ He likes to brush and play with her hair, putting it into cute little styles, mumbling about how gorgeous she looks while doing it

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Grace doesn’t speak much, if at all, though Ithaqua doesn’t mind much. He’s likely quieter himself, so the silence is comforting for him.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ In a relationship like this, Ithaqua would likely use pet names less, but would constantly say things like “you’re so pretty”, “I love you so much”, ect. He really wants Grace to know how much he values her.

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I could see them baking together, or just doing domestic type things in general!

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ They both fear losing the other, but in this relationship they probably do a pretty good at soothing each others fears, making the worries shift to the back of the mind.

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- I don’t typically write ships.. but I love to read about peoples ships and stuff.. AAAA I love cute stuff!

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ithaquass · 1 year

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Hello! I have to say, I love your work and how you write Joseph and Alva. Speaking of which, could I request general dating headcannons with Alva, if that’s not too much trouble? Take all the time you need, and have a great day!!

AHH TYSM!!💗💗 i’m happy you like my works! i tried my best since i love Alva too JSKDJS, have a good day as well, and thank you for requesting! 🫶🏻

୨୧ Alva Lorenz

ㅤ→ dating headcanons !

cw none, gender neutral s/o

general and dating headcanons

♡ I believe he’s kind of emotionally unavailable, yet, he still does his best to open up to you. It may take some time to finally gain his trust, though is not impossible..~

♡ He has some trust issues as well, all because of his past. At the beginning of your relationship, he might be a bit wary about you; which makes him sad at the same time because he really does want to trust you, but it’s just a reflex of his.

♡ Once you finally managed to become closer enough with him, Alva is “casually” around you all day long. Maybe is because of his overprotectiveness over you, or maybe because he fears that he will lose you, and he certainly can never let that happen.

♡ Even though he’d never admit it, he gets quite jealous over you. Did you spend the whole day with someone else because they asked you for help or just to hang out? now Alva’s face is dead serious and not even the other hunters dare to talk to him..~

Except for Luchino, that is. He’s a little brat who wouldn’t miss the chance to tease that poor man…

♡ He would love it if you ever ask him to teach you about the things he likes the most! or if you’re already into it, he just loves to share his hobbies and thoughts with you.

#idv headcanons #idv #idv alva #idv hermit #idv alva x reader

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teabreakpancakes · 5 months

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Hi it’s been a while but I was wondering if you would continue the s/o with an inappropriate skin but maybe for Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli and Alva this time?

Wu Chang, Antonio, Eli, Alva, and Ithaqua's S/O with an inappropriate costume

Genre: Fluff, Some NSFW

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an is first to see you in your lovely little outfit, now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores every part of you—every, but he doesn't like it when such a beautiful sight like you attracts unwanted attention. He could feel himself fuming as he witnessed Norton ogling you, whistling and even closing the distance between you two to tease you. But Bi'an smiled with delight when you pushed the prospector away with a scoff, shoving him away with the handle of your whip.

The white guard talked to his counterpart, smiling benignly once they came to an sound decision. With a wave of the tall hunter's hand, they surrender the match—it's just a quick round, nothing serious.

"Please safely transport me and survivor (Name) to the same location" he requested, adjusting his grip on the umbrella as the survivors received the notice. The background fades to black before light returns, the scenery changing to the familiar interior of his bedroom.

You appear to be confused initially but Bi'an doesn't allow you to register anything before pulling you into the shared space within the umbrella. You're met face first with Wujiu's broad chest as Bi'an and Wujiu smother you between their chests, holding you captive.

they discarded of the whip, finding the sight of it unpleasant

wu is very handsy, so is bi'an; bi'an's touch is so light that it leaves you antsy, but wu makes up for it because his hands never leave you

wu's hands wander a lot—be it out of curiosity or smth else

they're both very possessive of you, but wu is alright with them staring, bi'an on the other hand wants to keep those images of you between him and fan

wujiu is intrigued by the assortment of textures on your clothing, tracing the little details with his finger

bi'an just knows it's miss nightingale's doing because she handles everything related to their clothing

they much prefer seeing you in proper clothing, but they tell you you look beautiful regardless

if you squirm too much, they feel more inclined to tease you until you actually say something

they question you about the heels, they found out that they hurt so they threw them away too :)

You're pushed up against's Wujiu, trembling with desire as the two men bury their noses into your neck. "What was that sweet thing? speak up so we can hear you" Fan whispers with a grin, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to the heated area between your inner thighs. Bi'an smiles, trailing kisses from your neck and up to your lips.

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎

He was surprised by your appearance and baffled to witness such behavior from you. His S/O, the one he knows and treasures, wouldn't be such a flirt, he couldn't even imagine you wearing something a common whore would display herself in at a bar!

"Amore," Antonio calls out, approaching you from behind. His hands wrap around your waist and he kneels so his head is close to your own. "Why did you storm off? Have I upset my beloved?" he spoke, his voice soft, abandoning his role as hunter in the match to console his darling.

He pays no mind to the two survivors he captured being rescued, waving them away. "Get off of m, me, w, we're in public you fool..!" you squirm as he kisses your neck, nuzzling against you. A tendril-like lock of his hair sneaks around your hand, chucking away the whip that put you under it's wretched influence.

You melted completely into his touch, smiling contentedly. "Feeling better?" he questioned in a soft manner, pressing a kiss onto your forehead once you nodded. With a wave of his hand, he surrenders the match, reappearing in your shared bedroom once the survivors were notified.

antonio treats you like royalty most of the time; the sole ruler of his heart and mind

he knows you like the back of his hand

the moment he laid his eyes on you, he could sense that something was off

it's not the first time miss nightingale has done something like this

"does miss nightingale bear a grudge against me?"

he doesn't mind if you dress like that but he knows you wouldn't like to be seen wearing that

tends to touch you more with his hands in private, he does so in public as well but discreetly—well, unless you plead for him to touch you

he frowned at the sight of the whip initially

carried you around until you took the heels off

thinks you look ravishing but he won't touch you until you're away from prying eyes

"Tesoro..~" Antonio whispered into your ears, hands warm against your bare waist. His locks traced patterns up and down your body, smiling against your neck as you shivered in his lap. "You smell amazing, delectable even," he praised, peppering kisses all over your neck. "Enough for me to want to eat you" he chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you seemed to keen for more with your body.

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

"Brooke, can you look for them?" Eli requested, typing away at his cipher machine by memory when his owl takes off in search of you. He ponders upon something the manor's tailor mentioned to him before the match, something about a pleasant surprise?. He could only shrug upon hearing the information, not thinking much of it initially.

Brooke flies around before zeroing into a figure wearing a... revealing clothing? 'Is that them?' Eli blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up at the sight of you.

"B, Brooke, show me their location" Eli stammers, vaulting over the open window of the factory to get a speedbost, rushing over to your location. He could feel cold sweat dripping down his face as he chanted 'Don't hit the hunter please' like a mantra.

He scoops you up into his arms just before your whip made contact with the Ripper's face—he gets that the Ripper made some rather interesting comments but you didn't have to do it in a match of all places. He stared at you with a bewildered gaze, as you went on to hit him lightly with the whip, talking about how "foolish he was for taking you away from someone that needed disciplining".

he only found out that your behaviour was caused by the accessory bc it fell out of your hands on the way to the exit gate

he teased you about it a bit, only continuing bc your flushed cheeks were adorable !

he didn't even know his lover could be speak like that, you're normally so sweet, who knew you could be so cocky and bossy

he would praise you just to see how you'd react—he wonders how you'd react to more.. inappropriate compliments

he rushed over partly bc he wanted to avoid the outcome of you getting reprimanded for harming a hunter, but mainly because he wanted to cover you up and steal you away before anyone else could lay their eyes on you

his hands yearn to roam over the expanse of your skin but he's far too shy for that

his desire only ever flared up after meeting you, how bad do you think it is?

"So pretty" he praised, words slurred as if drunk, and though he's unable to see, all his other senses work perfectly fine, working well enough to drive him near the brink of insanity with just your scent. His hands itch to tear the fishnets right off—the very thing keeping him from what was between your legs.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

Alva has encountered quite a lot of things in his life, pursuing the art of Science could only mean endless ideas and concepts after all. He admits that your current behaviour could serve as an object of interest. He could only label it as one thing: out of character.

The way you trailed your hands up and down his upper body, shameless. The way you swayed your hips in an inviting and teasing manner, shameless. The way you pinned him down to the rocket chair, completely and utterly shameless.

But that all melted away once he took that cute little whip away. In the confines of his bedroom, he witnessed first-hand the way horror crept up your face, the way you spluttered and attempted to scramble off of his lap, oh how adorable and amusing you were.

He couldn't help but trap you between his arms and the bedframe, watching you tremble like a frightened little bunny. "What's wrong hm? you were so bold earlier, teasing me in front of all those survivors, don't you think I deserve a bit of revenge for all the humiliation?" he teased, his vacant hand ghosting over your sensitive chest.

now, don't get alva wrong, he enjoyed every bit of it, it's just so fun to see you shake before him—not with fear of course

the way you flaunted your body made his blood boil with annoyance, none of these people deserved to see your beauty

your behaviour is a perfect excuse for him to do whatever he pleases—anything to see your cute self whining and whimpering

those heels are quick to come off—he doesn't want your feet hurting

he could criticise the design of the clothing for hours actually—it is not good for cold weather

he wonders about how quickly he can turn you into a mess without doing anything

he wants to see if he can get you to wear frilly lace clothing

"don't shy away now, i only do this because i absolutely adore you"

"Don't pout, I won't tease much anymore" he smiled, pulling you into his chest. But of course, he doesn't mean that, entirely at least. His hand finds its way between your legs once more, and he could only coo as you writhed and whimpered against him, whispering sweet praises into your ears.

𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀

Ithaqua scooped up a bit of snow into his gloved hands before flinging it in a random direction. He was too tired to chase after any survivors today, he was only participating in this match because another hunter pulled out for some mysterious reason that he didn't bother to find out.

He leaned on his ice pick, bored out of his mind, until you called out to him. "I, Itha" you cried out softly, sniffling as you peeked from behind the pallet; Ithaqua raised an eyebrow behind his mask, why did you sound so bothered? he wondered. "Yes? what's wrong?" he responded, his interest piqued.

"C, Cold" you shivered, beckoning him over. He rolled his eyes, walking over to you and into the building. "Alright alright, come h, here?" he spoke, stammering upon seeing your whole body. The straps wrapped around your thighs so snuggly, and the entire outfit just seemed to make you even more alluring than you already were.

"Itha, don't stare..!" you squeaked, covering your body with your shaking hands. The hunter snaps out of his stupor, hastily pulling you into his coat before surrendering; However, in his bedroom, he decides to take it a step further in warming you up.

he likes the way you press against him for warmth

ithaqua loves skin-to-skin contact, cuddles are best when he can feel your warmth on his icy skin

he immediately wraps himself around you and keeps you in his arms

his hands can't help but wander really, have you seen the way the plush of your thighs practically beckons his hands over for a squeeze?

his hands rub up and down, excusing it as a way to warm you up—no matter how close they were to your sensitive parts

he's touchy and possessive, but only with you

he wants to mark his territory, he grits his teeth whenever he thinks about the chance of others seeing you so vulnerable

"Are you warm now?" he husked out, caressing your inner thigh. You bite back whines as he rubs over your heated chest, unable to answer as he made it harder to speak coherently. "P, Please Itha! m, more" you cry out, breaking under his relentless teasing.

ah, i miss this lmfao

edit: why tf were there so many errors

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #idv x gn reader #idv eli clark x reader #idv seer x reader #idv alva lorenz x reader #idv hermit x reader #idv ithaqua x gn reader #idv ithaqua x reader #idv night watch x reader #idv antonio x reader #idv violinist x reader #idv wu chang x reader #idv xie bian x reader #idv fan wujiu x reader #identity v x reader

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Alva Lorenz General HCs

You'll have for forgive me for any typos--this man's been on my mind for two days and I have to get these out. I'm too impatient to check everything hahah

-Alva did not actually betray Luca by passing off any pf Herman’s work as his own. Though he did always maintain some interest in the concept of a perpetual motion machine, Alva didn’t dedicate much time to working on it after Herman’s death. He did, however, start the fire which killed Herman in an outburst-fueled accident similar to how Luca later killed him. Alva, however, escaped suspicion of the event and was not legally punished.

-Alva knew Herman had a son and, though he never personally met Herman’s family, knew who Luca was through grapevine rumors. He agreed to take Luca on as his student partially out of guilt for his unexposed crime, and partially because he had no children of his own and quickly felt a certain parental urge for Luca. They shared a lot in common and got on very well, very quickly, and their relationship was great right up until the accident. The documentation that seems to indicate their relationship deteriorating is coincidental. (ex, Luca’s experiments slowly transitioning from both he and Alva signing off on them to just Luca was Alva giving Luca more independence because he trusted him, rather than them growing apart or secretive.)

-I think Alva may be autistic. He doesn’t require much in the way of accommodations, and he doesn’t have the sensory issues that Aesop does. However, his speech is sometimes overly flat, his view of the world a bit rigid, his social energy levels are low, he’s prone to bouts of depression, he fixates on his work a lot, and he often fidgets with things like pens and clothes. He enjoys touching various textures, and often expresses appreciation for the material of people’s clothes. Additionally, he’s made a living out of his special interest: inventive engineering.

-Alva is a solemn and polite man. He’s rather chivalrous, but reserved, and as a result was admired by many for his mysterious-gentleman air. “Hermit” is an apt name for Alva, however, as he rarely enjoyed the company of others. He especially felt overwhelmed in large groups. He has always preferred one-on-one socializing, and even that he had a smaller tolerance for than was typical for men of his class. Luckily, he doesn’t have much in the way of a temperament, so when he’s tired of socializing, he’s just that: tired. Sexy Old man.

-To specify, when I say chivalrous, I mean he’s the kind of man who holds doors open for others, offers his hand to help them up from a seat or down from some height, share his umbrella in the rain, and would even lay his coat in a puddle for a lady to cross over. He offers chivalry moreso to women than men, but if a man presents as meek or shy enough in his presence he will extend the gestures to them as well, hoping to make them feel more comfortable.

-Alva’s only family at the time of his death was his wife. She was barren, and they had no children, and all the rest of his family had passed due to age or illness. Luca therefore became something of a surrogate son to Alva over the years. Though he sometimes struggled to show it, Alva cared for him like blood and always looked out for him.

-Alva didn’t care much about his overall predicament, after being resurrected. His religious proclivities were more for show than anything, so being a chosen of some…eldritch-cat-god is hardly the worst of his concerns. Until the manor, he hadn’t been expected to do anything he considered reprehensible or very immoral, so he’s always been fine with just completing his orders so he could go back to his work.

-After joining the manor, Alva’s only real comfort is his work. In life, inventive engineering was his method of self-expression, the way he interacted with the world, his reason for living. That changed a bit when his wife came along, and then again for Luca, but with those gone he’s back to his reclusive nature. It takes a long time for Alva to make friendships in the manor. He’s familiar with Ann out of necessity, but they’re merely cordial. With time, he becomes friendly with a small handful of others, but his melancholy is still pervasive.

-Inevitably, with enough time at the manor, Alva craves reconciliation with Luca. He doesn’t entirely blame Luca for what happened. At the end of everything, Alva knows the accident was an accident as well as a misunderstanding. (And also probably some kind of ironic, cosmic retribution for him killing Herman.) The trouble is, Luca does not remember him at all, or what happened. He knows from a few conversations that the boy’s cleverness is still in-tact, but his memories are almost entirely gone. As far as Alva is concerned, this means he’ll never get the closure of genuine, mutual apologies, and he’ll never have his “son” back. Not really.

-When Luca was his student, they were a powerful duo in public. Alva, despite being respectful and courteous to individuals, has never ‘jived’ with society as a whole. He doesn’t care about public opinion and is easily exhausted from public exposure. Luca, meanwhile, is a social butterfly. They were both charming, and worked out a system for any public appearances Alva needed to make: Luca would handle most of the talking—unless Alva’s interest was specifically sparked by some topic of conversation—so Alva could do his best to actually enjoy the atmosphere. And when Luca was ready to go, you best believe Alva was ready with their excuse to bail. The two were always favorites at any party or event, and always had interested suitors close at their heels.

-Despite being overwhelmed by conversation and crowds, Alva does enjoy the set-up for a lot of public events and parties. He likes the artfulness of decoration, and always takes time to appreciate the hard work put into setting up things like that (and once again, he loves to touch, feels the textures). He especially loves flowers. He occasionally finds loud music to be a bit overstimulating. Similarly, he likes fireworks, but requires earplugs to enjoy them fully.

-Alva’s age (at time of death) was somewhere between 40-45. His undead body is no longer aging, so physically he’s the same. Sometimes Alva misses his longer hair, but unfortunately that’s not growing anymore.

#idv x reader #identity v #alva lorenz x reader #idv hermit #alva lorenz #turbulentscrawl

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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Tall Drink Of Water

Does my little dance for @turbulentscrawl

Rated Mature | Warning: None

You have the same amount of energy Luca Balsa has, and many more given how you laid out on the floor rolling around playing with Ann's cat (you do not care if it is an Outer God that took the simple form of a cat to oversee whatever an Outer God oversees). The cat is playing with a ball of yarn you got from Annie in exchange for helping her with a toy project. The cat actually is playing with you rather than you playing with it, Alva a few times glances over to see being the one is playing with the yarn more than the cat.

Your logic for not fearing the cat is ‘I don’t worship it so I don’t have to follow its rules’. Neither does Alva yet here is a chosen one of that creature. His eyes linger on the way your shirt by now has ridden up exposing your stomach and dangerously close to the rest of your chest before you sit up and start petting the cat.

It permits it the petting, the dotting upon, you have no idea you are worshipping it by doing that and Alva could not tell you otherwise given the cat is purring. When it has enough, it places its paw on your hand pushing it away then jumping on a chair and curling up in a ball to rest.

“I want five more babies, Alva.” Without context and him not paying attention you say those words.

“Excuse me?” Stopped his hands with his current task to make sure he heard you properly.

“Five more babies,” Pointing at the sleeping cat, “We can have different types too.” You bet Ann would agree but you might have to watch out for Ithaqua because you have seen him fearlessly chase the black cat. Weirdo.

The inventor needs a moment to recover, “I am sure the Apostle would not appreciate sharing your attention.” Resuming the final touches of the device he making.

You go to sit on the couch in the room then lay on it as you stare up at the ceiling before your eyes drift to other objects in the room before falling on the ass of the Hermit. Small, you can grab it and feel a bit of meat, a bubble butt. Your eyes follow the way his back is bent over slightly as he works over the workbench tinkering away.

“Alva,” You call out to him, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” “You do and I never grow tired of it.” He replies, “You are quite handsome too, (Name).” Sometimes sparks to life in his hand for a second then shuts off. “Yeah but,” You think for a moment then grin, “You’re a tall drink of water, baby.” Yeah, this is a good one! “And I’m thirsty.” Snickering. Both a funny and a compliment, genius.

Alva has learned to grow accustomed to your time of humor and language. Given you are from a different modern time, you are far different from the people of his time in every sense. He raises an eyebrow then shakes his head, “Given you also know how ridiculous that sounds,” He stops his task as he can feel his neck becoming strained and the statement you made is a hint. “(Name).” Turning around, “Come here a moment.” His index finger beckons you over where he is leaning against his workbench.

It is cute how quickly you get up to go over to him and without skipping a beat you hug him, one who enjoys physical touching. A tactile person. He places his hand on your head petting your hair as you rest your chin on his chest with your eyes closed and a small content smile on your face, “I love you.” The words flow out easily from your mouth as you say them a dozen times with ease, you follow those words with action as you are happy to kiss his hand that traces your lips, his palm, then your eyes open halfway as you once again say, “I love you, Alva.”

“Do you need me?” A low sensual tone as you whine as his other hand starts at the lower part of your back, fingers tracing up your spine and the low-grade spark up your back makes you moan as he uses his power to stimulate your nerves. Strange as it sounds you found it gets you going a lot faster as he is directly stimulating your nerves and skin.

“My answer is always,” Though at times you feel bad given you have a much higher sex drive than the inventor. He is much lower, rarely does the mood strike him, but tries to be accommodating to your needs when he can keep with them.

Though you understand he is in the mood, it is understandable, you make it very clear to him that you never take more than what he can give. You are one to talk freely about your needs and listen to others about theirs, you had sat him down to ask what he needs from you and vice-versa.

“Are you sure? I have no problem using your shirt.” Asking to make sure he would not mind doing it right now, you can always wait for when he is ready. He got the hint you want to be intimate by your silly pickup line, something you do to hint but easy for him to know he can take his time. Plus, you like letting him know how handsome he is daily.

When you handle your own desires alone, you need something of his to keep on that edge, his shirt helps a lot.

God, you feel like you got it down bad for him— Because you are.

So bad that you ask him, sometimes, if he is comfortable with recording a ‘visual aid’.

A request and one he needed an explanation of. One you provided when he was sexually ready and you were the one teasing him. So you recorded yourself, well, let’s just say the man had a reminder of how different you both are from a technology standpoint too.

The recording on your phone plays back a video of you touching yourself as you call out his name. One of his spare shirts drapes over your body as you are a humping pillow. You are no pornstar but you are proud of your camera work!

You learned that day teasing Alva was returned tenfold and you were unable to return to your room until the afternoon of the following day.

Kissing your forehead, “I want to.”

The grandfather clock in the room strikes midnight and the soft tune of the clock plays.

You stand on the tip of your toes as he kisses you, slowly and methodically until the meow of the forgotten guest steals your attention.

“Pspsps.” Alva is looking annoyed at that damn cat as you slip away to kneel on the floor to pet its sleepy form, “Pretty kitty.”

“There is another kitty in need of proper attention if it returns to my side.”

You turn your head to see Alva Lorenz walking to his bed and sitting there patting his lap.

The hint in those words is not lost to you at all nor the Outer God cat as growls before standing up, jumping in the air, and disappearing.

“Aw.” You pout, “Do think it will come back later?”

“Let’s hope not,” He welcomes you into his arms as you straddle his lap, “Your attention is going to be elsewhere for a while.” His index finger traced the path of your jawline, his lips brushing against yours but not quite, no he let that tingle of electricity make it feel like he kissed you but you were not letting that slide as you grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and lean forward kissing him and pushing him down.

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #idv x you #alva lorenz x reader #alva lorenz #identity v hermit #idv hermit #hermit x reader #hermit x you

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