#noel levine x reader

[jellyheadwriting]

hi hi!! might i request a noel levine imagine of just fluff? perhaps with some angst, since... it is noel 👀

Hello!! Thank you for your request... (o˘◡˘o) I hope this was the sort of thing you had in mind...!

the hydra (noel x GN demon reader)

The Witch Dorothy’s mansion was often filled with many interesting characters… Humans with colorful backgrounds, and Hater Demons such as yourself, operating within the underbelly of the cursed building. Among these figures, you had one special friend…

Noel Levine, a fellow demon. But to you, he was an angel like no other.

You tried as often as you could to bring him happiness, and comfort… You shielded him from Lime and the other demons as much as you could, whisking him away during select hours of the long days and nights, and bringing him to your special fantasy space.

Tonight was one of those nights, the low level demons in Hell were being especially hostile to him during the daytime hours, and Noel just looked positively hopeless… You approached him, extending one of your hands to him and trying to give him your best and warmest smile.

“Oh… Hello there,” his voice was dry, he had not spoken a word all throughout the day.

Your heart twinged, and you leaned down to help him up off of the floor where he sat. You asked him if he wanted to come with you tonight to your secret place, and he nodded slowly. After making sure you weren’t being followed, you led him there just like always.

It was truly a beautiful and peaceful place… There were fields upon fields of soft, green grass underneath a brilliant blue night sky, filled with stars that you hung up just for Noel’s sake. A large plaid baby blue picnic blanket was laid out, with a large and heavy constellations book on it waiting to be opened by him. Its cover was full of intricate and lovely carvings, like a grimoire from a fairy tale. In this place, it was perpetually Spring, one of the best seasons for star-gazing, and the season with the most pleasant breezes.

When the two of you arrived, you helped him out of his blue coat, folding it with care and setting it into one of the corners of the picnic blanket. You both then took a seat right next to each other, your hand instinctively reaching out to rub his back comfortingly. He took in a big shaky breath, and then looked up at that starry sky, the wind dreamily gracing his face, washing away his prior anxiety.

Then, suddenly, his features lit up with excitement. He scrambled to open his big book of constellations, flipping through the pages like someone opening their christmas present. When he arrived at his desired page, he smiled brightly, and turned the book in your direction, pointing a finger up at the sky, directing your gaze to a huge constellation.

“Hydra is out tonight, please, take a look..! It’s so beautiful…!”

You smiled, studying the contents of the book, and once again tilting your head up to look at the stars. It was certainly beautiful as he said, but you were enjoying his smiling face the most. You asked him to please tell you about the Hydra. His eye twinkled at your request, and he got straight to work.

“Well… The most notable thing about the Hydra is that it is the largest constellation in our sky. It is located south of the constellation Cancer, and its tail lies in between Centaurus and Libra… To my knowledge, it is not just associated with the Lernean Hydra, the immortal water snake with nine heads. It is also associated with the story of Apollo, The Crow, and The Water Snake…!”

You watched him, the love visible in your face as he rambled on… Your hand moved on its own, inching over to his free one while he spoke. You let your fingers slide over the top side of his hand, and he suddenly stopped talking, alerting you instantly. His eye was now fixated on both of your hands instead of the Hydra, his cheeks turning a dusty pink. He wasn’t brave enough to ask if you were meaning to do that, or what you meant by it… Instead he shyly looked up to meet your gaze, his many questions plain as day in his body language.

You apologized, asking him if he wanted you to stop.

“Um… No, I… That’s okay, I think… Please, do what you like.”

You could tell how hard it was for him to get that sentence out. You interlock your fingers with his, your palms now flush together. He breathed in sharply through his nose at this sign of affection. The sun timidly turned away from the moon, hoping it did not notice how brightly it burned inside… His hand was just a little bit sweaty.

You cut into the silence, asking if he would like to lay down together so that you could both better see the stars. His surprise was the only thing that gave him courage to look your way again, and he struggled for a moment, before simply and quietly whispering.

“Okay…”

The book was set to the side, and your backs met with the soft blanket, cushioned by the pillowy grass below. Your hands were still locked tightly, and you couldn’t help but steal more glances at the pretty man who laid beside you. His skin and bright hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, he truly looked ethereal. You thought you were being sneaky about your ogling, but he soon turned to face you with an expression like he was aware that you were looking at him, and he was embarrassed about it.

“Um… Can I ask you something?” He asked, and you told him to go ahead. “Why… Why are you so kind to me? It’s very strange, you know… The other demons are so much different than you. You don’t seem like you should have ended up here, in this miserable place… “

You stared at him languidly, not wanting to talk about things such as your nature, or why you became a demon. You decided to ignore those hidden parts of his question.

“I’m kind to you because you deserve kindness, Noel… And also… Just because I like you.”

His lips parted, and then shut tight. He turned his head in the opposite direction… You could see the tips of his ears still, and they were bright red. He didn’t dare ask how you meant what you said. He couldn’t, not just yet…

So, you both laid hand in hand for a long while, slowly slipping back into your usual conversation… He told you a little more about the Hydra, and its surrounding constellation, and you made sure to listen to him earnestly. After a while of more comfortable silence, he spoke up, his voice as soft as a feather.

“Thank you… For this time we share. I really do not know what I would do without it…”

You tell him that your moments together are just as precious to you.

Noel leans in closer to you bravely, clutching your hand with the anxiety that always came as time passed, and he realized that this moment couldn’t last forever…

#noel levine x reader #gn reader #reader is a hater demon :) #i hope that is okay with you anon! #just wanted to write some hater love and solidarity #god knows the demons in witchs heart could use a bit of normalcy in their lives #fluff #angst

[thatonegaybastard]

Welcome to my blog!! •·•·

My name is Chris, Thiu, or Patches, but I go by other names too! I use any pronouns except she/her, emojipronouns, or neopronouns similar to she/her. You can find a list of my favorite names and pronouns here!

I mostly reblog stuff and talk to my friends here. Sometimes I post art about games I like or my ocs. I sometimes ramble about stuff too.

Please don't vent to me unless you're my friend and have permission! I will block you if you break this rule unless you're my friend /srs

I am a minor, so if your blog is 18+ I will block you

Sometimes I say sorry for no reason or as a way to express sympathy, I'll say /na or /ss respectively if this is the case.

I tag spoilers for games I like and tag warnings as tw (thing). If you need me to tag anything, ask me!

My art tag is art, my rambling tag is rambling or oc rambling, and my vent tag is vent, but I try not to vent here.

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@witchsheartredraws where I redraw witch's heart stuff sometimes

Fandoms under cut! (may forget some)

Witch's Heart (not finished)

Your Turn To Die (not finished)

Danganronpa: Despair Time

Danganronpa Another Series (not finished)

Purrfect Apawcalypse

The Stanley Parable

Omori (not finished)

Splatoon

Deltarune

ENA

Nemlei games (go play then /nf ask me for the content warnings)

Therapy with Dr Albert Kruger

Vincenent: The secret of Myers

#intro post

[starfly-lumi]

Hey!! If your asks are open- ignore if not, could I request Noel from Witch's Heart with an s/o who has a very heavy attachment to him?? to the point they'll even defend any kind of bad behavior from him? I think that'd be pretty interesting! Have a nice day and drink stay hydrated!!!!

my child is completely fine !! ♡ ⫶ SFW

˖꒰ sipnosis . . . noel is the sweetness person ever. everything he does and says is for your own good, and you know it. even if his last method wasn't… a normal one. ꒱♡

˖꒰ yan! noel levine x gender neutral! reader ꒱♡

˖꒰ warning(s) . . . delusional & obsessive behavior, delusional reader, unintentionally manipulation, dark content, blood, murder(?), established relationship & manipulation of memories ꒱♡

˖꒰ note . . . omg do you spy me??? i was just about to write something with a reader who doesn't mind having a yandere and is really casual about it, but i didn't know what characters i should use first. this is kinda like it?? i really liked this idea, thank you for requesting! I DIDN'T MEANT TO PUT MURDER HERE BTW BUT I JUST GET SO EXITED WITH THE IDEA AAAHHH. don't forget to also drink a lot of water and eat all your meals! also, sorry if you wanted any particularly gender for the reader. ꒱♡

˖꒰ masterlist . . . ꒱♡

if there's someone that loves you like anyone would, then that's definitely noel. he loved you just as much as you loved him. he was always there for you when you need him.

for you, noel was more like an angel. he was too good for this world, always trying hard for the people he love, always giving everything without expecting anything back, and you loved him.

it was perfect. he was always so kind, and he was your boyfriend. no, he was way more than just your boyfriend. you two were soulmates. made just for meet the other. you will always be thankful with the destiny to let you know he exist.

i mean, how could you not like him? even if he did the worst of the things, it surely was a lie or he had a good reason for doing it. please, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"i wish i could see the stars with you forever… i can only hope we get the chance to see them the next night, and the night after that."

you always wonder yourself why he wouldn't be out of his room until the sun was no longer there, but you never asked. maybe he just wanted to sleep more than usual!

while you were okay with him not getting out of his room (but still mad because he skip his breakfast, witch was bad for him), sirius will usually says something about it. he may mean no harm, but it still make you mad.

sometimes, he'll have to vent. you were really okay with it, even actually pleased, because it reminded you how much he trust you.

he ends up begging you to not leave him alone, in the dark. it never fails to make you feel terrible sorry for him and all he had to go through in his childhood.

but he never told you everything. just some little things that are barely something, but still a lot more that what he will normally say to anyone. he was always too scared. but you understand, as always.

he loves you so much. he doesn't even know how he can take all this love! but he's so unsure of how to show you love.

he will always say how he loved everything about you, inside and out, and start talking about how he couldn't keep himself as happy as he is right now with you. he will do anything for you, you just have to name it.

all he needs from you is a little compliment, a "good job!". it really makes him feel better about himself. he's trying really hard to save you and claire from who is always trying to kill her.

but when things go wrong, he's really fast at saying sorry. he didn't want to show you anything that make you stay away from him. he hate it when he showed you the ugly parts of him.

"noel!" you run towards him as soon as you saw the blood in his clothes, thinking the worst. it was really late at night, and your boyfriend covered in blood wasn't your ideal night. "oh my god, a-are you okay? did something happen?! who did this?!"

he muted your name, shaking and almost crying.

"i am so, so, so sorry. pl-please, i'm sorry. i'm such a t-te-terrible lover. i'm sorry, my love, i'm sorry." he hugged you close, almost falling over you when you hold him.

"hey, no, no, no, no, no, no. you're no way a terrible lover! please, tell me if you're okay. you're covered in blood!" still hugging him, you try to look all over him to see where the blood was coming out. but when he holds you strong and careful to not hurt you, you realize that he can't be injured with this strong hold.

so, the blood isn't his.

you just stay there, like a stone, while you hear him crying.

you don't want to think anything bad about him, so you just hug him back. gently touching his hair.

it's okay, even now, he was still noel. your noel. he would never do anything bad without a reason.

it didn't matter anyways, and you knew it. when you less expect it, you will be back to your first day in the mansion. when you still thought he was nothing but a puppy who only wants you to like him.

#witch's heart x reader #yandere witch's heart #yandere witch's heart x reader #noel levine x reader #yandere noel levine x reader #yandere noel levine #yandere noel #yandere noel x reader #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #male yandere x reader

[queen-of-wires]

*mod Aoi puts on those moustache and glasses disguises* h-hello tis I…..Mike….I would like to uhm- request for you to do something COMPLETELY self indulgent!! Anything you wanna write, write that!! Whatever makes you happy!!!^^

Aww thank you Aoi Mike!

Hcs of Cuddling Noel Levine (Witch's Heart)

Noel Levine

He's shy about it due to his past. Extreme blushing.

"Are you alright Noel?"

"Y-Yes."

He loves being held he just doesn't know how to say it. You have to ask him to cuddle.

Due to him being taller he worries about crushing you. Hence you lay on top of him. If you move in the slightest he'll wake up.

Cuddling under the stars! He owns many blankets with star patterns.

He smells like caramel. If you question him about it he'll get flustered.

Ashe Bradley's reaction to his s/o putting a flower crown on him(and scaring him)!

You walked behind him flower crown in your hands and a smile planted on your face. You made your boyfriend a flower crown. Ashe sat down looking at his notes causing him to not notice you. You walked behind him "Boo!" You shouted.

"Ah, Y/n! Hello! Hello!" he said hiding his jumping.

" Did I scare ya?" You asked.

Ashe looked into your hands" What do you have love?"

You held the flower crown towards him. "It's a flower crown! I made it for you!" you said cheerily holding it out.

Ashe smiled at your antics and put the blue crown on his head. You reminded him of Lilia. The way you smiled, the way you laughed and teased him.

#wire writes #ashe bradley #noel levine #witch's heart x reader #wh x reader #ashe bradley x reader #noel levine x reader

[love-toxin]

yandere heart; ashe, wilardo, noel, sirius.

a/n: yandere headcanons for the witch’s heart male cast. 

warnings: spoiler heavy, obsessive love, mild smut elements, blood, character death, criminal coercion, murder, suicide. 

Ashe

He would never have a bad thing to say about you. And, by extension, nobody else would have the chance to speak badly about you either. 

Before he has the courage to tell you about his feelings, he would seek out comfort in books with characters that remind him of you, especially if they are love interests. Even if there’s a time when he can’t bear to dump his heart out in front of you, he can still fantasize about living your lives side-by-side. 

The main motivation for his love to become an obsession is when he starts to regard you not only as a close friend, but as family. By then, he'll want to stick as closely to your side as possible, and make sure that you never leave his sight lest you be hurt or killed. And his fantasies will start to develop into more intense scenarios--most of them being how you’ll be married and start a family of your own. 

This, of course, will extend to even personal trips to the bathroom. He won't intrude if you need to use the toilet, but he'll insist on waiting outside the door and keeping guard if you're doing so, as well as when you need to take your bath.  

Unless you're close enough to let him in--in that case, he'll be sure to turn away or busy himself with washing at the sink while you bathe if you're shy. And if you're more comfortable, he'll be eager to sit you between his legs and take your bath together, so that you can wash each other's hair and lather the spots on your backs that neither of you can reach. He’ll absolutely take the chance to tickle you, too--and you’ll probably have to endure a bit of shouting from Sirius if he hears you “roughousing” together in the baths. 

He won’t kill you if you try to leave him--but he will get close. The tip of his knife might waver against your neck for a few moments before he pulls himself out of his fury, and your tears will bring him back to reality so he can comfort you in his arms, despite being the one to terrify you in the first place. 

However, if he were pushed to the very brink, and he was sure that he could get ahold of the heart, that might be the one time that he’d sacrifice you in order to further his plans. He’d despise himself for it if he used your death to cover his tracks, but surely when he gets the heart he can bring you back along with everyone else. That would be the thought that comforts him right up until he has the heart in his blood-covered hands. 

Perhaps, if he’s bored or he thinks you need some training, he might steal you from your bed in the night and strap you to a chair in his room. Until the wee hours of the morning he’ll pace around you, knife in hand, wondering aloud what he should punish you with for being so difficult. Maybe he'll cut you and blame it on your own clumsiness, maybe he'll leave some burns and say it was an accident...maybe he'll break one of your ankles and convince the others it was a bad fall down the stairs, before scooping you up the next day and keeping you in his room to tend to your wounds. 

It would be a mistake not to realize that he's completely sadistic, and wants nothing more than to keep you under his thumb and manipulate you until he can call it love. You can't die on his watch, but you're not going to live without him either--and you can be sure that you'll be helping him to obtain the Witch's Heart, even when you realize where it is. 

He'll kill everyone if it means he'll keep you safe. But honestly, he'd do it without that prompt too. You're his accomplice in life, death, and love--and even if you say no, he’ll still have time after time after time to try it all again, even if he doesn’t realize it.

Wilardo

If he didn't care about you, he wouldn't push you away so vehemently. He knows he loves you from the start, which is why he refuses to get close to you in the beginning. 

However, he does want to know your business. All of it.

If he doesn’t find you in your room or his, he’ll go looking for you until he does. He’ll rifle through your things, read your diary, and even take possession of your room keys so he has complete control over when you leave, and even where you go and what you do. Any time you wish to return to your room, you’ll have to ask him first--and if you oppose, he’ll just shoot the lock off your door so you won’t have the choice to keep him out. 

If you aren’t already staying in his room, you might even awaken to find him in bed with you, his body nestled into yours from behind as he quietly breathes against the back of your neck. And if you move around enough so that he knows you’re awake, he’ll tease you endlessly with a rare playfulness, and fiddle with the hem of your clothing like he might tug on it before leaving it be. 

Speaking of which, as much as he'd loathe to do so, he'll threaten you with his gun if you start getting especially confrontational with him. He wouldn't kill you for no reason, but that doesn't mean he won't tell you he will--he finds it a bit more effective if he threatens to blow his own brains out, however. You'll always come crawling back with sympathy if he does that, so he tries to keep those particular threats to the bare minimum in case it loses effectiveness. 

His pace will change if you figure out the truth, however. If by some fluke you find the guts to try and kill him while he's sleeping or not paying attention, he'll lose any shred of self-restraint he had once kept around you. Besides, once you watch him rise from his place after you've stabbed him in the neck, or shot him point blank, or poisoned his drink, there's very little chance that you'll have any more courage left. 

He'll find somewhere dark, and quiet, and cramped to keep you for awhile until you learn your lesson. During this time, he'll force you to care for him and dress his wounds even if he has to hold his gun to your head the whole time, and will relish in the way you tremble when he asks you to kiss him better. 

If he ever feels as though he needs to make amends, he’ll offer you some flowers. Specific ones, of course, all plucked and pruned by his hands--he doesn’t really care for the allure of it, but he knows it will touch your heart as it does all foolish, romantic people. He could even turn it into a pavlov effect, and manipulate you so thoroughly that you’ll already feel some dreaded sympathy when he pulls out a rose or leaves a bouquet by your bedside table. 

He'd kill both Sirius and Ashe without hesitation to further his goals, or to protect your life if it came down to it. Though, when he finally realizes where the heart is, he’ll turn his sights towards you and bring about your end himself.

It’s one of very few times that he’ll be comforting, gentle, even sweet--in your last moments he’ll try to keep his plan to himself, and will hold you close and soothe you with kisses and reassurance while you cry. He’ll relish in the lovely sight for a short while before he finally puts a bullet in the back of your skull, and makes his wish as soon as he can afterwards, so you won’t have to spend even a spare few moments apart as he follows your lead. 

Noel

There’s nothing he wants more than to save you. From the monsters, from the truth, from him--from everything. If he could make his wish come true, he would ask that you just be happy and safe. 

He's kept up by thoughts of you all the time, however not all of them are necessarily pure. In fact, it wouldn’t be untrue to say that when he’s alone, he struggles not to consider all the things he could do to you if it were just you and him in the mansion. 

Despite this, he'll never have the courage to kiss you first, or even initiate anything beyond perhaps holding your hand, or cuddling. If you want affection from him then you'll have to ask, or initiate it yourself, to which he'll never refuse. 

He’s not nearly as manipulative as the others, but he won’t necessarily let you off the hook easy either--if he senses other people getting close to you, he’ll spy on them and even gently interrogate them about their intentions, if not urge you to stay in his room during the night so he can keep an eye on you while you rest. Even if he doesn’t suspect any of them will kill you that time, it’s still a valid excuse for him to watch you sleep and fantasize about every little thing he loves about you.

In this realm, too, he won’t stop himself from giving you dreams every so often. They’re always happy ones, and he always manages to insert himself into them, even to chase away your nightmares. Most times, he uses it just to spend some peaceful time with you...but there are times that he takes it a step further, and takes them to a much lewder place if you allow him to go there. And the morning after those ones, he’ll always be locked in his bathroom and insist that you go to breakfast without him. 

It's only because of you that he keeps the cycle going over and over and over again--as much as it pains him to see the others rip each other to bits, and the demons revel in the bloodshed, he just can't let you go. The guilt of keeping you from living your life just can't overwhelm the needy, aching love he has in his heart for you. 

And as he gets weaker, and the monsters become more dangerous, he’ll struggle to keep the routine going day after day. He can’t stave off his fate forever, but he finds comfort in the few moments of peace that he’s always been fighting for, in between the fighting and killing and the times that you’ve gotten caught in the crossfire. 

Speaking of which, Noel’s kills have all occurred solely because of those incidents. Wilardo eliminated you for getting in the way, Ashe silenced you so you wouldn’t warn the others about his crimes, Sirius spilled your guts when you found out too much...every time he witnesses it, it’s even harder than the last. 

But those stories are the ones the demons love the most, when they get to watch him tearing through the mansion to punish your killers, and eviscerating all that stand in his way. He’ll never be proud of it, especially not the rare times when he’s had the chance to prevent it, and enacts his vengeance in front of your pure, soulful eyes. But if it’s necessary, he’ll do it a thousand times more. 

Even if it stands against his own morals, he’ll resort to nearly any means if it involves you and your safety--and to preserve your happiness, even if he knows that he can’t ever make it last forever, no matter how many times he tries. 

Sirius

Pleasing you is not just an option, it's his absolute duty. Even if the residual effect is due to his servitude to Dorothy, he still wishes to fulfill all of your needs with no help--or interference--from anybody else. As far as he’s concerned, the only person in the world that you need is him. 

He will ask you to do some chores as he does the others, but he will push you away to take over himself when you've barely even started. Rarely is it because you're incompetent--it's mostly just an attempt to stroke his ego and show you how skilled he is. 

Oh, you’ll also be confined to his bedroom for the entirety of your stay in the mansion. There’s no extra rooms, he insists, at least not any that have the protection symbol to keep the monsters at bay--and besides, as long as you’re his, you won’t be spending much time apart anyways. 

You’ll have no affection from him if you get on his bad side, however, which may be a blessing or a curse. It’s sparing in the first place if you aren’t in the privacy of his room, and if you piss him off or say something he disagrees with, he’ll ignore you completely until you “come to your senses” and apologize. 

This also applies to a lesser extent when you distract him from working. He might raise his voice or snap at you for doing so, though he softens up much quicker, and can be soothed with some sweet words and a kiss or two. 

And if those kisses ever turn into something more, he’ll do his best to convince you that he’s not as filthy-minded as you seem to assume. He swears he won’t stoop to that kind of behavior with other people about--but he’ll say nothing about what will happen when they leave, except that you should get comfortable with sharing his bed for awhile. 

He'll also force you to keep his charms on you at all times, and will paste them in various places in his room just as an added measure. One of the few times he'll use them in combat is if you're with him, too--if he can't get any of the others to dispatch the monsters out of your way, then he'll begrudgingly do it himself. 

He'd kill Ashe more times than not. If there’s anyone he can’t trust, it’s him--and you’ll always be the reason for it. He just can’t afford to allow someone so sinister to roam the mansion freely, and if he has to do it in front of you, then so be it. You can hate him as much as you want, but he’ll want you to do so while you’re still alive. 

But again, there will be so many times that Ashe gets you first, and sometimes Wilardo as well. As much as Sirius curses his own weakness, it never stings quite as badly as when his neck is sliced open, and he dies begging his killer to spare you while knowing that they won’t. Or worse, finding your corpse and cursing out everyone else in a rage, only to be taken to the grave next and have his body thrown carelessly atop your own. Even if he won’t remember it the next time, it doesn’t make him any less obsessed with keeping all other threats away from you. 

But if you have to go to hell, then he’ll follow you even there. There’s no question about granting a wish, or clinging to the past--you belong to him, and wherever you are, he’ll force himself to be so that he can keep hold of the only thing he’s ever truly loved. 

#witch's heart #the witch's heart #ashe bradley #wilardo adler #noel levine #sirius gibson #ashe bradley x reader #wilardo adler x reader #noel levine x reader #sirius gibson x reader #yandere headcanons #love-toxin

[writers-holloww]

HIhihih Cinnamon! Can I request Noel and a younger sister figure looking at the stars?

-Ashe anon

Sure thing!

Noel loves looking at the stars with you. He gets a little carried away explaining the stars and what they are. He let you lay on his lap while he points at the stars. After a while he gets very shy with you laying on him. He loves watching your eyes twinkle as he explains. He smiles at you while you lay there smiling at him. He's very shy about hugging so when you hug him when you leave he stays flustered. Rouge scolds him for falling for a human.

#witch's heart x reader #witch's heart imagines #noel levine #noel x reader #noel levine x reader #wh x reader #🥞 request fullfilled! 🥞 #🥞 mod cinnamon 🥞 #noel

[imaginewitchsheart]

How about some Pocky Day headcanons for the characters! Mostly the humans but if you can do the demons too then go for it!

I love Pocky Day so it's time to celebrate with Pocky Game situations and confessions!

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Claire:

She’s confused when you offer to play a game with her.

She picks up the rules easily. Both chew on the end of the pocky stick and meet in the middle. If it breaks? It’s a loss. If one closes in first, that person wins.

Though as for why you chose the game she couldn’t fathom.

You both start and before reaching the center you’re nervous enough that the stick snaps.

Claire puffs her cheeks and grabs another one, “Let’s do it again! I was winning!”

You quell your nerves, allowing them to trickle down your back like rainwater.

The two of you begin again and you’re so rigid, especially when her chest presses to yours.

You let her take the win and glance away. Perhaps you’re too nervous to confess today after all.

Ashe:

His eyes narrow on you, since you had interrupted his research for this.

Games weren’t so much his thing and he’d heard Lilia speak of this one before.

He shook his head, “If you wanted a kiss, it’d be better to ask instead of sneaking one this way don’t you think?”

You froze, averting your gaze in a pout. “Nevermind-“

You then left before he could interject.

Shutting the door, he cursed himself for his lack of subtlety and empathy.

He wasn’t sure if he could properly make it up to you. Or atleast not yet.

Wilardo:

He didn’t react more than giving an idle shrug.

He knew your approach and was even more familiar with the game, but he wasn’t going to tip his hand.

You sit next to him and offer him a stick of pocky, he had insisted that he started with the end, and you’d attach.

Was he up to something?

Your thoughts halted when you felt his hands on your hips. You had been moved into his lap.

He waited, part of the extra rules he had added to this were that he wanted you to keep relaxed so this could be a fair game.

The tension melted off of you as you tried to only focus on the game instead of how incredible close, he was.

Was it getting warm in here? It was difficult not to be distracted.

Impatience getting the better of him. His hand cupped the back of your neck as he closed the space between you both.

Your chest heaved after, and you were breathless. “Nh- was that even a fair game?!”

Wil shrugged, leaning back on the sofa. “If you were honest from the start. We wouldn’t have needed the game to kiss.”

Struck speechless, your face buried into his shoulder, and he just rubbed your back.

The two of you had plenty to talk about to hash this out, and there was plenty of untapped tension that would be ironed out later that evening.

Sirius:

He cupped his chin, considering your proposal. It was an odd one and the lack of sincerity in the game itself reflected something that he expected from Claire and not you.

“There’s an ulterior motive isn’t there? Perhaps we should discuss that before moving forward.”

Your expression was enough of a tell for him, as he gingerly took your wrist afterwards.

“Besides, the flavor isn’t quite to my preference. So instead of this silly game, how about I invite you to indulge in tea with me instead?”

He didn’t loathe your company; in fact he had become quite partial to it.

Sirius had meant to invite you along other times, but the opportunity never readily presented itself since you were often quick to leave after your shared conversations.

The box had fell loose from your hand and you could only nod as he set it aside.

Grasping your wrist still, he led you along and during tea your feelings poured over themselves as he listened intently.

He was flustered but calmer than you expected, setting his cup aside, he rose and brushed a kiss to your cheek before murmuring in your ear. “By gods it took you long enough.”

Noel:

The game was a new concept to him, but he had heard Claire mention it before.

He didn’t have much context but the only game he was comfortable playing was high-low.

His fingers drummed along his arm, “It sounds fun but… I’m busy star charting tonight. If you would like to join me then you can!”

Disappointment weighed on your chest, but you took his offer regardless.

The wall he put up was difficult for you to breach and you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to.

Charlotte:

She was holding rabbi by his arms when you breached the question.

“A game with sweets? I don’t remember this holiday. “

In all fairness Charlotte didn’t get to enjoy much of her childhood at all, she knew next to no games other than ones she created after dying.

Shaking her head, she turned back to Rabbi. “Sweets are Lime’s thing.”

You cursed yourself for forgetting something so important, putting the box away you sat next to her. “Then is it alright if I stay with you today?”

“It’s to celebrate that holiday you like, yes?”

You nodded in response earning a bored sigh from her.

“Fine, but we’ll be playing my games instead.”

Lime:

“Ooooh a sweets game?! Sure, I’ll play!” Lime leered towards you with a grin, eyeing the box in your hands.

“This looks really simple for a sweet, and there’s barely any coating on it!” She griped as she had opened the box and removed a stick.

Floating there she placed it in her mouth waiting expectantly for you to start.

You grasped her wrist and she froze, skin becoming hot and singeing your own as you recoiled.

She finished the stick and hovered upside down, eyes looking through you. “Never mind. This game doesn’t interest me anymore.~”

Poofing into pink smoke you’re left bewildered as to what you had done wrong.

Perhaps you should have insisted she lead instead.

Zizel:

Tilting your head as you explained the game, she gave a gracious nod to your request.

“While it seems childish, it could be fun. Entertain me then, Y/N”

At her request you sit in the armchair and placed the stick in your mouth. Feeling a pressure in your lap as she had settled herself there.

Zizel cupped your cheek with a soft mischievous smile. “So, your intent was to woo a purebred. My, I do admire the ambition. Let’s see if we’re compatible.”

Heart racing as you realized she had figured you out, she took the other end of the stick and swiftly met you in the center.

A light kiss gracing your lips as she leaned back, fingers brushed her lips lightly. “Hm, compliant, and not quite so disappointing after all. Yes. I believe I will keep you as you wish.”

Rouge:

“You want to what?! Disgusting, absolutely not-“

You rubbed your arm, putting the box away and out of her sight as quickly as she had uttered the phrase.

Was her face red with embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t tell, and you didn’t dare to ask.

“I-I’m-“

Rouge stamped her foot, the space trembling. “Do NOT speak, not when I still have more to say.”

Your voice left your throat and just as swiftly you offered a Rose and black box from your pocket, falling to one knee and bowing your head. Leaving yourself at her mercy.

Rouge’s folded arms dropped as she closed the space and removed the items from your hand. The rose floated to the side, finding its way to wear she often stored the rest as she opened the box, it was a large diamond.

Slamming the box shut with one hand, her claws combed your hair before her hand found your right shoulder and gripped it. “Do not waste my time again. You may go, I wish to be alone to think.”

Nodding your head and giving another bow you made your way quickly from her sight.

Huffing a sigh, Zizel appeared next to her. “I believe that was rather harsh of you.”

Rouge rolled her eyes, “Humans and Haters do little to interest me, Zizel. That one still has their life because of their devotion and etiquette. Their request shocked me, that’s all.”

Folding her arms again and tapping her foot in a huff, she sat atop her wine glasses again as the two demons delved further into conversation.

~Mod Sirius

#Witch's Heart Imagines #WH Headcanons #Claire Elford #Wilardo Adler #Sirius Gibson #Noel Levine #Ashe Bradley #Charlotte #Lime #Zizel #Rouge #X Reader #Witch's Heart #WHnoc #WHnos #Mod Sirius #Pocky Day #Pocky Game #11 11 #I posted this early instead of scheduleing oops.

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WITCH'S HEART MASTERLIST

NOEL LEVINE

with a s/o who justify his behavior!! ⫶ SFW

#yandere witch's heart x reader #yandere witch's heart #witch's heart x reader #witch's heart masterlist #noel levine x reader #yandere noel levine #yandere noel levine x reader

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This is the only Witch’s Heart imagines blog I can find and I’m so thankful for it tbh! For a request, maybe Claire + the guys reacting to their S/O getting badly injured?

I did want to do more with this but I do hope it's to your liking.

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Claire:

She finds you a few feet from her room, coiled on the floor and wheezing.

She’s never the type to get angry. She’s usually docile and kind.

You didn’t get a glimpse at her face from your blurred vision but you could hear the rage firm in her gentle voice as she leaned over to tend to you.

“Who did this to you?”

She’d raise hell for you.

They’d get a piece of her mind and a swift kick to the side of the head.

Claire Elford was not violent, Unless. she needed to protect someone.

That’s what she used her strength for.

Ashe:

As his eyes found you, all he could see was red.

Who the fuck would dare mess with his Y/N.

He had lost enough already.

His hands were already tending to your wound and his voice stayed horrifyingly level as he asked. “Who hurt you.”

The chill in his voice leveled the temperature of the entire room.

His actions were only driven by your state and safety.

Whoever left you like this would die.

Wilardo:

His expression was cold upon finding you.

He was never the expressive type to begin with but even his micro-expressions were difficult to spot.

He’s always been guarded, self isolating.

You had gotten close to him and now someone had gotten to you.

He lifted you with ease, already working to clean and patch you up.

He was quiet, you only knew it was him by the texture of his hands and the sound of his breathing.

Whoever did this would know hell, because he’d show them it himself.

Sirius:

Terror and rage, those were the expressions Sirius would often show when someone closest to him was on the brink.

Who would dare lay a hand on you?!

That much didn’t matter, you needed him right now and he would treat you right then and there.

Adrenaline fueled his muscles enough to carry you but only just.

It fueled the swiftness of his hands as he stilled your breathing and worked in his craft.

He’d known these skills because after watching someone he loved so dearly die before him once, he’d be damned if it ever happened again.

He would save you, and he would find the person responsible.

His money would make that more than possible.

Noel:

Fear, and Agony were the emotions that flit across Noel’s expression.

He’d seen more than enough loss and you wouldn’t be next.

He’d seen Claire die countless times. Sirius nearly as much.

He would not be alone again.

Noel wouldn’t go through something like the Mansion ever again.

Except he didn’t know what to do.

So he cried and carried you to Sirius to save your life.

~Mod Sirius

#Witch's Heart #Claire Elford #Wilardo Adler #Sirius Gibson #Noel Levine #Ashe Bradley #Headcanons #Witch's Heart Headcanons #x reader #Mod Sirius

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Hello! would I be able to request headcanons for Claire, Sirius, Wilardo and Noel where they suddenly wake up to their s/o sobbing, having woken from a nightmare and are shaking in terror please? thank you in advance!

Not all of these are as sweet as you'd probably enjoy but I wanted to portray them in character. So I hope you'll enjoy this regardless.

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Claire:

She was on her side, rolling onto her back and her arm rested over her eyes with a sigh.

You were sniffling next to her, and it took a moment for her to register the sound before sleepiness evaporated from her and her hand had found your shoulder, rubbing it gentle. “Y/N? Is everything ok?”

You blink your tears away, vision blurred by the salty water. The dim evening moonlight filtering through the window. It was hard to focus on her, the shimmering light poured over her skin making her nearly glow.

You sink into her, arms pulling her close as you shook your head. “Just a dumb nightmare Claire, I’m alright now.”

You were coming out of it, and you knew you’d be fine so long as she was with you.

Sirius:

He was a light sleeper, and when your dreams disturbed you he was often awake before you.

You had kicked the covers off the both of you and thrashed against the bed, this night terror was one of your worse ones.

He pulled open the drawer to his night stand, removing a small weighted hand stitched heat pouch. Deciding he didn’t need to warm it, he turned back to you, his other hand lightly touching your face.

Your hand flew up snatching his wrist as your eyes flew open. Panic reflected in them, and you were squeezing harshly but he kept his voice even.

“Y/N, breathe.” He offered the weighted palm sized pouch, and you took it, pressing your face against the fabric to inhale the scent. Your grip on his wrist unraveled and small red marks had been left by your nails. You hadn’t broken skin, and even if you had, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to chastise you for it, and he knew this. It would not only be inconsiderate, but he’d label himself as a hypocrite.

“It was that vision again, wasn’t it?” He asked gently, rubbing a salve over his wrist out of your line of sight as he waited patiently for you to find your voice.

You nodded, lying back against the pillow as the dried salt water from your eyes made your skin itch. “Yes…”

“I…wont offer any suggestions since it isn’t my place. And while we’ve spoke of it many times already, just know that this weight is not yours alone to bear.” His eyes were fixated on the tangled sheets as he stated this, rising after in order to fix the bedding. “Since we’re up, would you like me to make us tea?”

You nodded, sitting up and moving off of the mattress to help him. “I’ll make us a snack. You can handle the drinks.”

Your voice was raw from the whimpering sobs that had occurred during your rest, but he understood. He’d been there many times himself but with no one to seek comfort from other than a memory of his late mentor.

Wilardo:

He rarely ever slept unless he was with you, it would help him dream of something other than memory. Or he’d contemplate his existence while watching your sleeping face on nights he didn’t feel he needed the rest. He had drifted off for a moment after doing this tonight, only for an hour. He stirred when he felt the bed shift and dip further on his side. The heat from your spot was fading.

He watched you rise and pace frantically, you were wringing your wrist, a usual habit of yours when you found yourself in a panic induced episode.

Noticing that you weren’t going to pull out of it right away, he left the mattress and approached you. “Y/N , look at me.”

You weren’t focused, and his voice was distant, almost garbled. Until you felt a hand rest on the arm you had been gripping as a vice around your own wrist. His hand, the feeling of it was something you recognized, the callouses, the roughness of his skin. Wil wasn’t someone who needed to talk about his work to know that he was a hard worker.

“There you are.” He murmured softly, since you had halted your pacing. “Wanna make a trade?”

Your eyes rested on his offered hand, your grip rigidly unraveling from your wrist as your fingers found themselves in his own. You squeezed. “It was so bad-“

The rasp of your voice was almost difficult to discern from the creaking floorboards under you both, but he only nodded. “Mhm, I know.”

You flexed the fingers of your free hand, claws…spread…claws…spread. Before he had gently rested his calloused hand on your cheek. “If you still need to move around, how bout we go on a walk?”

“Yes-“ You rasped without much thought and he was already leading you out of the room.

It was late and the moon was high, but neither of you focused on the time as you both wandered through the garden until you reached the koi ponds. You knelt and watched the fish gentle float. Only a few swam, disturbing the smooth water under the moons bright light.

He sat down next to you, resting a hand on his knee and outstretching his arm as an invitation for you to lean into him. You did so earnestly, this closeness was something you welcomed; from him especially.

Noel:

He never slept in the evenings, but you’d fall asleep in his room. During your rests he’d chart stars from the window, waiting for you to either wake, or for him to disappear when day breaks. He explained it to you, Rouge allowed this much albeit begrudgingly. Though each time he’d have to repeat it, it was her cost of the agreement.

He was so distracted with his charts that he tensed up when you leaned against his back, face burying into his shoulder.

Noel smiled, “Hey. I thought you were still resting.”

A tear hit his shirt and his tone changed, “Hey- Y/N why are you crying?”

You shook your head; you didn’t want to talk about it. He’d feel guilty and it wasn’t his fault. “It’s alright. It will pass…”

His brows furrowed, the weight in his chest shifting as he exhaled. Noel turned and wrapped his arms around you, hoping to offer the comfort he could.

He knew what this was about, he just knew you too well. Even with having agreed to Rouge’s cost he knew there’d be more than she explained, and he was willing to accept it.

Though at times, watching you suffer this way? He knew well enough how selfish he was being, just to stay close to you and without even asking if this was something you wanted at all.

“Do you want me to tell stories of the constellations again?” He offered, glancing down at his charts.

You gave a nod, sitting at his side and dabbing your eyes with a cloth he had offered you.

He wanted to do more than this, give you more than he could ever hope to. Even though he knew, that he’d need to let you go soon. ~Mod Sirius

#Witch's Heart Imagines #WH Headcanons #Claire Elford #Sirius Gibson #Wilardo Adler #Noel Levine #X Reader #WHNoc #Fanfiction #Mod Sirius #WHNos

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Claire + Boys going with their s/o to a haunted house

I did something close to this, a story that could be viewed as very Otome if you wished it to be. I think you'll still enjoy it.

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Claire loves holidays, especially when she gets to spend them together with you.

Little did you know that Claire could actually be very mischievous when she wanted to.

It felt like the longer you knew her the more things would surface about her over time.

None of this information has ever been unpleasant, if anything, you only found it more endearing.

She invited you out with her this evening but kept the location a surprise.

Sometimes things like this would be difficult for her not to spoil but this time. She seemed much more determined than usual. This usually meant she might be up to something.

She had insisted you wear a blindfold, you protested at first but couldn’t hold your ground once she gave you that one pout that could unravel anyone who loved her.

Her hand in yours was firm, but soft. She was gentle with leading you to the location in question.

Moments pass and you feel her hand slip from her grasp, blindfold unraveling only for your eyes to meet pitch blackness.

You squint, about to take a step forward when you feel those same firm hands come down on both your shoulders with a squeeze.

“Let’s go! I’ve been waiting to do this with you for a while!”

A hand sliding down from your shoulder only to find its own in yours once again.

She leads you into what seems to be a dimly lit maze, with black lights and subtle neons lighting the way.

Black curtains serve as your walls, so thick that the lights don’t seem to bleed through or give any such hint for where you should wander next.

You were tightly clutching her hand, anxiety clutching your chest which only soothed because you remembered she was there with you.

A hand reached for your ankle, and you scrambled away from it, teeth clenching as you tensed.

Claire laughed softly, “Relax, ok? Just enjoy the show!”

Your attention was warily on the ground at first as the two of you continued to weave through.

Moving into the next room, a shrill laugh echoed on the speakers, “Welcome to my mansion you sorry ignorant fools! You wont get out alive!~”

The voice on the speaker was familiar but you couldn’t place it. You didn’t have much time to think about It, a clawed hand clapped on your shoulder as Wil leered by your face. “Run~”

Your hand slipped from Claire’s grasp as you darted, not realizing until moments later that you had lost track of her. “Claire??? Claire!”

Attempting to back track, Ashe intersected you, his scythe positioned in front of your neck. “Not so fast, Dear. I’m here to lead the lost souls on their proper path. You’re headed the wrong way. Continue and you may lose that pretty head of yours, hm?~”

You ducked under the prop and turned on your heel, you’d go along with his directives as you eyed him warily. He only smiled and waved as you disappeared from view.

Into the next room, it was dimly lit as Sirius sat at a table, tarot cards spread and a tea setting in place. “Welcome weary one, perhaps you wish to ask the cards a question. Though I must warn you, ask only one.”

You rigidly sat across from him, were all your friends involved in this? You and Claire were the only ones to show so it made sense. “Ah. I’m just wondering where Claire is-“

Sirius cackled, “Oh is that truly all you wish to know?”

He dealt the cards smoothly flipping each one over. “It seems you’ll find her again in the last room. Hurry along now, won’t you?”

One of the chair legs snapped, you scrambled up with a start, eyes resting on Charlotte, bandages obscuring her face. You didn’t stick around to ask questions and instead rushed into the next room.

Rouge and Zizel sat on a bench under a worn gazebo. Their eyes were closed as they were propped against each other. You approached cautiously and each of them grabbed your wrists. “You’re quite foolish, aren’t you? The wolf is prowling late this eve. Why are you striding at a leisure pace?!”

Rouges nails left red marks on your skin as you ripped your wrists away from her hand and Zizels. Zizel giggled, as a howl resonated from your left. “Oh now you’ve done it dear, Hurry on~”

Glancing to the side, your eyes rested on Noel who was creeping closer to you, your legs moved, and his pace quickened. You broke into a sprint weaving through the staged trees as a paw grasped both your shoulders and dragged you off into the thicket.

You kicked and thrashed as you were thrown on your back, Lime leaning over you positioning her paws. “Oh good, you made it this far! How very lucky of you! And you out paced that stinky wolf too! You’re almost near the end, let’s go!~”

Yanking you up from the ground, her thick paw grasped your wrist and dragged you onward.

There was still no trace of Claire as Lime led you into a pitch-black room, you no longer felt her grasp and you froze in place, your voice weak. “Claire, are you here?”

Candles roared to life on either side of you, continuing down the corridor as you trudged the red carpet and approached a dimly lit high throne, Claire sit upon it in a lovely dress and veil. She looked to be asleep. As you approached, Wilardo stepped out from behind the throne to her left, “Do you mean to whisk away my bride?”

You blink and he was leering in front of you, “Or perhaps, you wish to rule the night with me in her stead?”

Feeling your face flush you leaned back, a Scythe at your neck yet again, Ashe was at your back. “Perhaps I could steal you away instead?”

You knelt between them and dipped before scrambling for Claire, Sirius loomed to her right. “Oh my you’re rather determined, but would it not be more appealing to remain here with us?”

Rouge and Zizel stepped out from behind him, offering their hands and you froze.

Lime and Charlotte crept out from under the throne on each side and loomed on the arms of the magnificent chair. “You’ll wake her should you continue. Join us wont you? She already has!”

The two laughed as Claire’s eyes fluttered open, she rose, and her gaze rested on you. It seemed distant as she offered you, her hand. “Will you remain with me?”

You couldn’t decide, not at first, but as they all closed in, your hand grasped hers and they all descended upon you.

#Claire Elford #Sirius Gibson #Wilardo Adler #Noel Levine #Ashe Bradley #Lime #Charlotte #Zizel #Rouge #Mod Sirius #WH Headcanons #X Reader Fic #Witch's Heart Headcanons #X Reader