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ithaqualovers · 1 year

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Beneath The Heart of The Cold Winter.

(TW: Slight gore, blood, mentions of torturing)

(HEY Y'ALL THIS IS MY FIRST POST, PLEASE TELL ME IF THERES A MISTAKES ((since uhh... English isn't my native language huh-uh)) sorry for the caps!) Part 2 is here!

Walking through the cold, wicked woods, the cold wind shivers against your entire body. As you go further, you support yourself with your arms and the cloak wrapped around your body to keep you warm, and until then, you hear a whistle nearby. A creature appears in the wintery foggy forest night, then the hunter sees you, grips the ice axe tightly, and comes closer to you “…What do you seek here…?” The creature asks. Then something got your heart pounding when you saw glowing blue iris eyes looking at you. “I seek through these woods…” you said, looking away from the tall creature standing before you, wearing a blue cloak with look-alike bat ears and a featureless mask. The tall figure slowly reaches to get a better look at you. The towering figure’s long and sharp ice axe remains close to its side. “Who are you…?” The creature’s blue irises eyes stared at you carefully, and the beast gripped the ice axe tightly. “I would say you shall turn back unless you want to end up like the other fools. No one has ever left this place alive, only to die miserably to the cold, the blood, and my hand.”

The creature’s cold, deadened expression, and unblinking eyes made a shiver go down your spine “…Why are you looking through this place…?” The hunter said coldly. The freezing air cut through your flesh. Even the wintery clothing couldn't hold the biting wind. The tall figure took a few steps closer, the ice axe rattling as the creature gripped it tighter. The ice axe almost made a chilling sound, like a scream of fear, when the wind cut and whistled through the open night. The creature was nearly mere inches near you, and now you could feel his cold breath blowing against you. You muttered softly and looked down at the ground, slightly nervous because of this tall figure. You became silent momentarily and then looked up at him with narrow eyes. Your eyes were like e/c and in fear. The hunter’s eyes judged you as if you looked so naïve, yet you were. “I was… I was searching for shelter…” you said. You felt the cold breeze in your body, making yourself shudder.

“…Shelter? My advice is to run, or I must be forced to kill you… The shelter you seek… it will never be found again. Not in your lifetime… Not in the afterlife… Do you still seek that shelter?” The tall figure's eyes narrowed, and gripping the ice axe in their hand, ready to strike. “Make your choice…” The creature took a few steps back and stared at you while you inspected the hunter’s cold, icy, pale blue eyes gleaming in this night like a piercing light from the darkness of hell. You felt you could see your own reflection in it, a pale review of fear and sorrow, just like your fate.

You look at the hunter with fear in your eyes, and you try not to cost any trouble while you stare into its blue irises, and its cold stare makes you tremble in fear. “… Yes, I am shivering to death in this place… And I am quite lost…” you said nervously to the creature. Oh, how brave you are, able to confront the hunter. “…You are lost…?” The tall figure said slowly. The cold, expressionless demeanor gradually changed, with a glimpse of hesitation and compassion appearing in the creature’s eyes. The creature’s icy breath blew against your neck, the cold wind cutting through your flesh, making you shake. The tall figure took off his cloak and held it in his hand. He slowly held off the fur mantle for you “…Take it.” Seeing the creature's appearance is just a young man wearing weird clothes. The hunter looks at you, and his eyes soften, and he seems to lower his ice axe. He sighs. “Do you wish for shelter…?” he asks, trying to put away this hostile persona for now.

“Yes… please.” You nodded, wrapping his cloak around your body to warm yourself. As you looked down, the young man wore a sleeveless, quilted navy vest, a dull purplish-blue tunic with long sleeves, matching trousers with haphazard gray stitching, and animal-hide snow boots. As stilts, curved metal blades are bound to his legs with white linen bandages. In addition to the leather belt around his throat, another runs down his chest and around his waist. “…. Thank you, however… you'll catch a cold,” you mumbled worriedly. “… It will not bother me. I am used to it,” he said softly, looking towards the endless, foggy forest, his eyes shining like two pale, piercing gems. There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other in the cold, fog-filled night. “…What is your name…?” The young man asked bluntly but now sounding gentler, and he also took off his featureless mask, revealing a bit of his pale face. He had long, white hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes. You couldn't see any expression on his face except for a sense of sadness.

When the young man took off his featureless mask revealing his face to you, you were shocked by how good-looking he was. However, you notice that he had a cold personality. Then when he took off his mask, it clearly showed his stunning looks. “… I am… Y/n…” you said your name to him, with a slight faint blush on your cheeks as if you were starting to like him even though he was still a stranger. The young man’s cold, deadened expression changed again, as you could now see him showing more emotions after he removed his mask. He had a calm smile on his face. His eyes gleamed like an icy clear blue in the sky. His white hair flowed in the wind, and his cold breath blew against your face. He smiled like an angel, but his piercing, icy eyes were a bit unsettling. It was still hard to believe you were talking to such a cold, reserved, serious man. You had never seen anyone like Ithaqua. “Call me Ithaqua..” The young man said.

Y/n smiled gently, finally knowing the young male's name. You look at him with your pretty smile. Your e/c eyes were like gleaming beautifully through his pale sapphire eyes. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ithaqua.” you tilted your head a little, staring into his eyes. Your fear of him was gone as if it disappeared when he revealed his identity. “The pleasure is all mine, Y/n.” Ithaqua’s calm voice sounded a bit like a melodic song. It was a soothing sound that made one feel relaxed. You felt your worries fading as you stared into his cold, sharp eyes. You felt a bit warmer as you wrapped his cloak around you, but the cold wind still cut through your flesh. You still felt your breath freezing in your lungs, your blood freezing, and your mind shaking because of the icy cold of this dreadful night. “Where did you come from?” He asked. You shivered slightly as you still felt the cold wind brushing your skin, then you wrapped yourself tightly with the cloak he gave you. The cold breeze of the wind has gotten more robust, “… S-somewhere far away… F-from where I lived…” you stuttered, shivering from the cold.

The male’s pale, icy eyes had a strange, sharp, piercing look in the dark, foggy wintery forest. His expression remained calm, his cold, icy breath blowing against your hair. You could see the tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, like the tears of the sad night sky, as you heard the deafening wind whistle in your ears. You felt like you were standing in the center of the earth's cold heart, the heart of this winter night. You looked him in the eyes, seeing his sharp blue orbs staring at you, piercing your soul. “What are you…. running away from…?” he asked once again as the wind blew harsher. “I n-need… s-shelter… Please…” You replied weakly and didn’t answer what he was asking, trying not to shut your eyes because you were getting weak from the cold and could not handle it. Ithaqua stared at you with his icy blue eyes, his cold breath sweeping over your face. The wind's howling was getting louder, and the snowflakes fell faster. It was clear that a terrible blizzard was coming and that the temperature would drop rapidly in the coming hours. You needed shelter or would surely die in the appalling cold on this awful night. He held out his hand, inviting you to hold it, his calm, melodic voice sounding in her ears as he spoke, “…Come with me.” You have tightly to his hand, but your body begins to feel weak; your eyes close as you faint, falling into his arms. Your heartbeat was still pounding but rapidly. As Ithaqua catches you, he begins to carry you in his slim arms. Bringing you somewhere near to keep you safe.

He gently picked you up with his long slim arms, his white hair flowing, shining in the moon's dim light. The snow on the ground, the snowflakes falling from the sky, the howling of the wind, the cold, freezing breeze cutting through your flesh. It all vanished for a moment. You felt as if you were being carried in the arms of an angel, far away from this terrible world. You open your eyes slightly and slowly look up at Ithaqua, and you know that he is carrying you; you then give him a small smile. “Have we nearly arrived…?” you asked gently in a low tone before placing your head on his chest. When you placed her head on his chest, the snow on your hair started to melt. Ithaqua walked in the snowy woods, with only the cold, wintery moonlight guiding him in the dark, foggy night. The cold wind was howling and screeching against the trees, the snowflakes falling from the sky like beautiful gems. He carried you in his arms in this terrible cold of this night. Even the temperature in the air was getting colder, dropping rapidly. The temperature dropped to negative forty celsius tonight. It was almost unbearable. But you were so peaceful, calm, and safe. Your breath was stable, and you became unconscious in his arms, yet you were still alive. You needed rest after your long journey from your town to the Far North on Plateau Leng. Your body is still weak, and you cannot move one inch.

Ithaqua carefully carried you into his campsite, a campfire in the middle of his tent. There were no sounds, only the howling wind cutting through the wood trees like a screeching and howling wolf. The wind was howling, the temperature was dropping, close to the negative fifty-five degrees Celsius of this blizzardy night, and the snowflakes were falling faster, like the tears of a broken-hearted winter sky. On this terrible night, it was almost impossible to survive without proper protection. After a long, tiring walk, carrying you in his arms, he reached his tent and went inside. The warmth of the tent hit them, and the warmth instantly filled their chest. After Ithaqua laid you down against the blanket from a grizzly bear’s fur, you could feel more heat as your clothes and skin were no longer freezing. “Rest well, Y/n.”

After a few hours passed by, you finally woke up from your slumber. You did not even know where you were, but a light of sunlight shone through you in the slit of the tent's door. “Where am I...?” you questioned yourself as you looked around, but you saw a lantern near you, and then you noticed that the lantern was from Ithaqua, which was attached to his ice axe. You assumed he took it off for you to have a light inside to ensure you were warm. Ithaqua was sitting in front of a campfire with his ice axe as he cooked some warm meat from his kill on the previous hunt in the snowy woods. The smell of raw blood also attracted you as his ice axe dripped with fresh blood. The smell of blood made your mouth water, and you felt hungry. So hungry, you were so skinny and so malnourished. You go out and see what Ithaqua is doing. When you walked toward the tent's exit, you saw the elk's body lying in front of the tent, and Ithaqua's ice axe, dripping with its fresh, red, warm blood. A raw hare is in the process of cooking; something more interesting: is a dead elk. How did he succeed in killing an elk and eating it? “You killed an elk...” you were amused, but when you saw the blood of the dead excited you. This was enough to make your mouth water, as you are extremely hungry, tired, and weak due to being lost in the forest for the night. Your hunger was so great that you could feel that it was almost eating you from the inside. You had never felt such an extreme urge in your life. It was unbearable for you, as you could practically taste the blood like you used to in your past. You were pretty nervous, and though you were hungry, you hadn't eaten for a day from traveling so far to here.

You came to Ithaqua and sat beside him, watching how he cooked the hare and slaughtered the elk “... Do you live alone?” you ask Ithaqua while watching him remove the organs of the elk, a bloody crimson that spreads momentum on the snow-covered ground. Ithaqua glanced over at you with his blue irises. Ithaqua was calmly cutting off pieces of meat from the elk's body when he noticed your presence beside him. He slowly turned his cold, pale eyes toward you while holding the bloody flesh from the elk's body. Some of the bloody crimson mess made it to his face, which did not affect him. After taking out all the internal organs of the elk, he took the meat and started slowly and carefully cooking it. “Yes. I live... alone.”

You noticed his still cold expression toward you, and you furrowed your brows worriedly “I see..." you looked away and down at the snow-covered ground "Do you have a guardian...? A parent? Mother or a father?” you asked, looking at the white-haired young man while he cut the elk's body. Ithaqua paused, with the icy cold wind howling in the background, as he took a few seconds before answering. He could almost hear the frozen knives cutting through his flesh, as the wind started to get louder, and the temperature went below negative twenty-one. He then spoke again, in his cold voice, as the wintery morning kept getting longer in the deep abyss of this long and cold noon sky “That is none of your concern.” He said with a cold, expressionless tone.

“Oh, really? Is that so?” Y/n pouts.

“...” Ithaqua looks away then you came closer to him.

“Please tell me your story, I want to know you more!” You begged and gave him with those puppy eyes of yours.

“No.” Ithaqua hissed.

“Pretty please? Let me hear your story.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.

“... I will tell you, my story. You are too irritating and would not stop.” Ithaqua sighed “Now. Get off me.” he scolded.

You became silent as you listened to his story, “A kind woman raised me, my mother. She brought me into the light of the years before. I was warmed beneath her love... But only if she had recently told me about those demons who search and torture "witches", I should have saved her from them and left our home. Still, she did not.” Ithaqua muttered and looked away from your gaze, who was listening to his backstory in disbelief. Ithaqua noticed that “... It was too late. On that day... Those intruders broke into our home, burned the house, and took my mother away from me... And that hideous devil man, I will never forget for what he has done. Once, I followed them and saw him with my mother, torturing her like an animal. I saw it with my own eyes, so I took revenge and stabbed him in the back.”

The moment you heard that story, you shivered in shock. You understood what Ithaqua was talking about because of the terrible actions that those foolish people had done to him. It was like a knife that went straight into your heart, to your cold, icy heart. No wonder Ithaqua is so cold and so emotionless. He is still in pain and wants to take it and turn it into revenge. For the first time in a long time, a frown appeared on Ithaqua’s ordinarily cold, sharp face as the wind became louder and the snow fell more rapidly from the sky. It was still morning, and the blizzard was starting to rage once again. It was starting to get cold, but he could not forget the smile on the man’s ugly face that looked like his. The smile of a demon. It disgusts him. You had heard his story and felt so sorry for his fate. Ithaqua stayed silent for a moment. He was reflecting on his past, which was a sad and terrible past full of tragedy. He could see the suffering and the pain he went through as he told the story. That was a past that he would instead not remember and rather forget it. The memories, the pain, the fear, the despair, and the one that looks identical to him kidnapped his mother, which was all too terrible for him. His past seemed filled with evil deeds that he would never forget. “But in exchange… my mother’s humanity had lost… I had no other choice, and I could not help her with it… I cannot forget this past. It is a part of me.” Ithaqua said.

“The man you said who looks identically as you, where he your brother…? … The man who kidnapped your mother…?” you asked. “… Hearing that word left a revolting taste in your mouth, Y/n.” Ithaqua’s eyes became wet with tears as he reflected on his past. He thought about the past and his mother, and he had a feeling of sadness that made him shed tears for a long time. “He wasn't identical to me inside… he was a monster, a fool.” The memory was still painful for him. “I killed him. After everything was over, my only mission left in this world… was to kill him to save my mother. I succeeded in murdering him. But the price of the after-end... My mother did not make it. The evil deeds that the devil had done were too evil, even for the world itself. Now his heart burns in the depths of hell for the rest of eternity. He will be tormented there. And I… will not be… with him... nor the Norwells.” he sighed while his hand tightened around his ice axe. “He, and the men of his party, tortured my mother for being a witch because they found her to be a threat. I killed them all. I slaughtered them, and he, who tortured my mother before my eyes, was not spared. I avenged my mother's death, and I avenged my own heart at the cost of losing myself…” You could see on his face a sad frown. He stared down at the ground when he said his last words. “I am sorry about your mother… the man was fierce, but I am glad he has gone… I get it… Do you constantly remind yourself of that man whenever you see him on your face because you do not want to look so similar to him? And because of that, you always wear a mask…?” you raised a question once again. What naïve you are. Ithaqua stared at his ice axe, feeling guilty. He sighed as he looked up at your e/c eyes “…Yes. I do. In the mirror, I always see his ugly face. So, to forget everything and the things he did to my mother. I wear a mask. I hide myself because I refuse to be my worst enemy.” He was silent for a moment. His blue irises eyes were still sad, but this was a pain he had to carry on his shoulders, from this world where suffering and tragedies took an essential part of his life “I cannot stand seeing his face. I cannot stand him after the terrible deeds he did to my mother. His face reminds me of death. Of the terrible days in the past of the suffering I went through when I saw my own mother tortured, before my own eyes, it wasn't amusing. The screams of agony from my poor, innocent mother… my mother's final plea to give her death… that made me who I am today.” He paused for a moment. This was why he always wore a mask to look nothing like his identical twin, the fool. He tightened his grip around his ice axe. You could sense the pain and the anger in his heart, not only for that terrible man but for himself as well. “I hate looking in the mirror… I hate looking… at …him. I cannot change the way I look… and I would not… but I can at least hide my features with a mask. That does not mean that I still won't feel any different. I just… can't bear to witness the image of my own face when I look so much like him.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder and spoke, “… You have suffered too much, as I do. I understand your pain... We all have it, too.” you smiled and hugged him. Ithaqua was slightly surprised at your embrace, but his lips curled into a gentle, sad smile when you embraced him.

“... Thank you, Y/n...”

#idv ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #identity v ithaqua #idv night watch #ithaqua needs therapy #idv nightwatch x reader #gender neautral reader #trying to comfort #identity v #identity v x you #identity v x reader #I love you Ithaqua #first post #platonic relationships #platonic

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akuma-tenshi · 3 months

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i was thinking about how teenagers often look like grown-ass adults in fiction (and are often played by adults in live-action work) and i realised ithaqua kinda has the opposite issue. at least imo.

look at this baby-faced motherfucker. look at him. i don't know how much time passes between this and his whole going insane thing but i know it's not much considering the fact that he's seen later looking pretty much exactly the same shortly before becoming a hunter.

he looks slightly older but still very young in this shot. it may be just the angle or his expression but he still does look like a teenager.

and he looks slightly older here too, which again i believe is the expression because again—

HE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING BABY IN THE NEXT SHOT

like. a deeply haunted and traumatised baby but a baby nonetheless. by "baby" i mean "mid to late teens" because that's very much a baby when compared to the rest of the cast (plus i'm just calling him a baby bc it's funny). the point of this is that he looks very young when seen without his mask.

even in his concept art, he looks young. he's tall and lanky as hell, sure, but he still has a serious case of babyface.

LOOK AT HIM!!! when he's not doing that face on the far left of the close-up, he looks like a teenager. he looks Baby. and you're telling me he's a grown adult?? i think it's the size of his eyes plus the small smile and the wavy hair, but just in general he looks very young imo.

this isn't a dig at people who headcanon / portray him as older!! i know canonically he's a young adult (i'd imagine early to mid twenties?? that's where i always imagine "young adult" falling) and i'm very much in the minority here lmao. but i will always see this fucked up lil mama's boy as no older than nineteen tbh

sorry i love talking about him so much i've been writing him lately and he's so much fun once you get into his troubled little head

#him being nineteen also gives him a connection with grace who is also nineteen!!#and if you know me you know i love platonic ithagrace with my whole heart #sorry i can't shut up about this i will forever consider him as a fucked up little teenager #this little gremlin wants to be feared so bad i love him #anyway ask me about my ithaqua fic i'm working on please #rambling #idv #identity v #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #also NONE of this is meant to come off as infantilising or “aww look at the widdol baby” or anything like that #i'm well aware he has killed not only his brother but also just random “trespassers” in the forest #i'm well aware he's lost his humanity and is way too far gone at this point #but fuck man. i can't see him as older. not with his baby face and silly little giggles and clicky stilts and idle animations #he gives me cuteness aggression

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sunset-of-the-void · 6 days

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Them<3

#pieter tag #voids art #idv #identity v #idv naiad #idv night watch #idv grace #idv ithaqua #watercolor art #platonic intimacy save me

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mariewriting · 1 year

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GN reader

Warnings:Mild possessiveness, observation.

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Yandere platonic! Galatea, Grace, Yidhra, Mary and Michiko with a child! reader who is afraid of them.

Galatea Claude

Sisterly affection.

Galatea simply doesn't care if you are afraid of her, she tries to get closer to you. Only because she saw in you a tenderness, a sister's tenderness.

Even if she doesn't care much for the fact that you are afraid of her, she still finds herself a little bit, will try to make you lose your fear. Whether it is by giving little handmade gifts or just showing a little affection.

She does all this. Because remembering the affection she didn't have in her childhood, and looking at you, a child, makes her want to hold you and care for you like a sister does.

She will make you lose your fear.

She just wants to hold you and never let go. Like a sister.

Grace

Sisterly affection.

Grace is very disappointed to find out that you are afraid of her.

Grace can't think of any reason why you should be afraid of her. But she will accept it.

She won't be on top of you all the time, but she will make sure that you are okay. Even if you don't like her presence very much.

Grace views you with a fondness, a platonic fondness. It was the first time Grace felt comfortable in the presence of a human, a human child.

Even if you are always afraid of her presence.

Grace also feels the desire to protect you, because of her troubled past, and is very afraid of you seeing humans, afraid that they will do the same thing they did to her.

Grace will protect you, like a sister.

Yidhra

Motherly affection.

I think Yidhra would be amused to see you afraid of her. She thinks it's funny about how desperate you are to see one of her followers following you. But Yidhra would feel a little, I say, a little guilty. But she has no regrets.

Even though Yidhra is sadistic with everyone, she takes it easy on you. She doesn't scare you so much, and if you get too scared, she just stops what she's doing.

Yidhra is incredibly affectionate to you, even though you have never actually seen her before.

She sends her followers to deliver things for you, be it strangely strange things that you have never seen or heard of. You didn't even know what it was, and you didn't care.

Yidhra would feel a great platonic affection for you, and I dare say it is a maternal affection. But she is very strange, so I can't decide if she has a maternal or platonic affection for you.

She really thinks you are a very interesting child.

You always feel someone watching you when you are sleeping.

Michiko

Motherly affection.

If Michiko realizes that you are afraid of her because of her Prajna form, Michiko will try to spend less time in Prajna form, and more time in beauty form. In the hope that you will lose your fear.

Michiko will try to show more affection, and spend more time with you.

Michiko feels an enormous maternal love blooming in her heart at the sight of you, because in her mind, you are her child. Even if you are not of blood.

If you start to lose your fear, Michiko would feel very victorious. And she will be smiling all day long. Even after losing a match.

She will treat you as her child, sometimes even asking you to call her Mom, and if you do, she would be smiling and proud for the rest of the day.

Michiko will protect you, no matter what.

Mary

Motherly affection.

Mary would feel a little offended when she realized that you are afraid of her.

However, Mary doesn't know why you were afraid of her, and wouldn't even try to pressure you to tell. Because she knew that it's not nice to be forced to talk or do anything.

Mary thinks you are an adorable child, who feels like taking you out of that game

Mary would try to show more affection. Either with words or with gestures. She also wouldn't be the type to be too clingy like Michiko, but she's not that distant either.

She keeps wondering what such a young child is doing in such a horrible game.

Mary would feel a great deal of maternal affection toward you, which is no surprise to anyone. When Mary gets a chance, she gives you a long hug, which lasts about three minutes. And you come out of it much calmer.

#identity v x reader #identity v #writing #identity v naiad #identity v grace #identity v galatea #identity v sculptor #identity v yidhra #identity v dream witch #identity v michiko #identity v geisha #identity v mary #identity v bloody queen #yandere platonic

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kisslaughingjill · 1 year

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Uncomfortable clothing malfunctions

This sucks, sorry. STICTLY PLATONIC.

THIS WHOLE MATCH WAS EXHAUSTING, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE HUNTER WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS TARGETING YOU. Sure, you're one of the best containers out there, but you can't multi-task, which was unfortunate. Groaning in pain, you can start to feel your hamstrings burn on fire.

Searching for an opportunity to hide from Ann, you found one of the best rescuers out of the team, the one and only Naib Subedar the mercenary. Not to be a fan girl/boy, but you really admire him for being super strong and fast! It's kind of embarrassing, not gonna lie, but he's the only reason that you wake up at 5 a.m. just to try to work out with him.

It was definitely worth trying. Too bad your dreams don't come true.

"Hey, Mr. Subedar, I hope you mind if I stay here for a bit." You chuckled nervously, trying to stretch out both of your legs. 'Fail, he's not gonna acknowledge you, you stupid.'

Hearing someone got knocked out by Ann when you were about to leave, Naib beat you to it before handing you his leather jacket.

"Just give it back when we're out of this match."

BOOM, YOUR DREAM CAME TRUE AND YOU EXPLODED.

Date: 4/30/23

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #naib subedar x reader #headcanons #anon request #requested #platonic love

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sdr2lovemail · 2 years

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hello !! first may i say i love your blog, it feels so cool but cozy at the same time ??? anyways may i rq wuchang with a child!reader that they take care of??? i must spread the dad wuchang agenda

Thank you for the compliment Anon! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!

[Platonic, Gender Neutral Reader]

Woah Reader, the Baron lets you have two dads?

The dim light of a clouded early morning shines through the sheer curtains of your room. Today, just as every other day, a gentle knock against the worn wooden door could be heard. The soft click of the knob turning soon follows.

Entering the small room is Bi’an, carefully setting his umbrella against your bed, he lays a hand on your shoulder. “My child, it is time for you to rise. We have quite the day ahead of us.”

Fighting to stay in the warmth of your covers, you curl yourself deeper into your bed. Bi’an gives a light chuckle. “Don’t be like that. Ms. Grace had brought in some fish earlier this morning. Wujiu and I thought it would go great with some congee.” Though the promise of food was tempting, you still wouldn’t budge.

Shaking his head, Bi’an grabs his umbrella. “I guess Wujiu would have better luck in waking you up.” He opens the umbrella, ready to swap places with the Black Guard.

“Good morning, Mr. Bi’an. Wow, how long have you been there?” You yawn in feign sleepiness. Slipping from under your covers, you walk over to the window and open the thin curtains.

“Oh my, it seems that you have hurt poor Wujiu’s feelings. You dislike him waking you that much?” The White Guard cradles the umbrella close to his ear.

In a panic, you clamber over to the tall man and grab his jacket. “No! That’s not it at all! I’m sorry for being mean. It’s just that he likes to take my blankets when I don’t get up.”

“Aha, we merely jest, my child. Now,” Reaching into a wardrobe, he pulls out the same outfit you’ve worn every day. “Get dressed and we will head to the dining hall. Wujiu will be waiting outside.” Leaving the stack of clothes in a neat pile, he sets a loving hand on top of your head and steps out of the room soon after.

You’re quick to pull on your clothes and grab your weapon. Before leaving to meet up with the Black Guard, you grab a marker and scratch off another day from a calendar. Another day without your wish being granted. How many games must you play before you’re set free?

Leaving and shutting the door, you crane your neck to look up. “Good morning, Mr. Wujiu. Did you sleep well last night?”

With his free hand, Wujiu grabs your own and begins to walk down the long hallways. “We have been over this dear child, Bi’an and I do not need to rest. Though, how about you? Are you well-rested for the day?”

“Yeah, after that match yesterday I went to bed right away. You guys are lucky you don’t have to sleep.”

“I wouldn’t say that…”

The rest of the walk was filled with your mindless chatter and Wujiu listening to anything you had to say.

The dining hall was filled with your fellow hunters. Some are well energized and others are ready to fall asleep in their chair. You take your usual seat at the large table in front of Jack, the Ripper, while Wujiu prepares your breakfast.

“Hello, small one. Are you ready for a day of hunting?” Jack asks while he fiddles with an envelope.

Taking small sips of water, you look at his rarely unmasked face. “Good morning, Mr. Jack. Not really, but I don’t have much of a choice.”

Beside you, Michiko gives a small smile. “My, how honest children are these days.”

Without time to give the Geisha a greeting, Jack waves a slip of paper in your face. “Well, you will be sad to know that you were invited to a game.” He flips the envelope around to reveal your name written in beautiful cursive.

Letting out a sigh you reach for the slip. With your fingertips just gracing the envelope, Jack whips it back. He lazily uses it to fan his face.

“Not so fast. Before I give you this invitation, I have one question to ask.” He leans over the table. “Am I your favorite hunter?”

“Uh, well…Mr. Bi’an tells me I shouldn’t lie…”

Next to Jack, the Bloody Queen breaks out into laughter and covers the lower half of her face with her hand.

Jack’s face falls flat. “How honest indeed.” He tossed the envelope onto the table in front of you. “Just take it.” He sighs as he slips on his mask.

You take the envelope into your hands. As you’re peeling back the wax seal, a steaming bowl of rice porridge is set in front of you. It’s topped with fish and green onion.

“Here you are, dear child. Eat before it gets cold. You can read your letter after you’re done.” Wujiu says as he takes his seat next to you. Even when sitting he easily towers over many at the table.

With a pout, you glance over to the guard. “But I wanna see who I’m playing against.”

“It won’t matter whom you’re playing against if you have no energy. Now eat, and don’t forget to thank Ms. Grace for helping with breakfast.”

“Alright…” You mumble as you take a bite of your meal. The smooth rice goes down quite nicely. Coupled with the fish Naiad had caught, it made the perfect meal to start your day.

From across the table, Jack clicks his tongue. “You two spoil them, Wujiu. They’re practically grown at this point. Why coddle them at every moment?” He leans forward to rest his head in his non-clawed hand.

The guard sets his hand on your shoulder. “Oh hush, Mr. Ripper. We are merely nurturing the child as they had arrived here alone. This manor is no place for someone so young to be wandering about.”

You place your spoon into the empty bowl and wipe your mouth with a napkin. “Mr. Wujiu, I think Mr. Jack is right. I’m pretty much grown now. I don’t need help anymore.” You cross your arms in an attempt to look mature.

The umbrella sat in Wujiu’s lap glows as Bi’an tells him something. “Oh? Really, dear child? What about in duo hunters when Bi’an had to help you reach the phone?” He recalls. “Or perhaps the time that novelist told you a scary story and you had us checking under your bed for weeks? Or when-”

“Okay! That’s enough!” You interrupt. “I guess I do have more growing to do. But that’ll be in no time!”

Wujiu begins to stack your dishes. “You shouldn’t rush. Enjoy your youth while you can.” Picking up the stack of dishes, he stands up from his seat at the table. “How about you read your invitation while I stop by the kitchen. When I get back I’ll walk you to the waiting room.”

With long strides, the Black Guard walks through the dining hall. For a second he pauses. Looking at the large windows that surround the room, he could see the splattering of rain against the glass. Time seems to freeze. Wujiu closes his eyes for just a moment and takes a deep breath. Clearing his head, he continues to the kitchen.

Once Wujiu makes his return, and you say your goodbyes, hand in hand you begin your journey to the waiting room. The waiting area is in a building separated from the main manor. To reach it, you would have to walk through a courtyard.

“Bi’an will be waiting for you once you return from your match. Remember to stay alert for any survivors that may lurk nearby.” Wujiu states as the two of you come to a covered section of the courtyard. His voice trails off at the sound of rain fills his ears.

You notice him take a step back. The grip on your hand gets tighter. “I can go from here, Mr. Wujiu. I’ll be fast so I don’t get too wet.”

He takes a cautious step forward. “...No, I said I was going to walk you there. Come along now, dear child.” Taking small steps he gets closer and closer to the rain. As he cautiously sets a hand out to feel the droplets on his skin, a clap of thunder booms above you guys.

With a choked gasp, he steps back into the safety of the roof. He curls in on himself, causing him to let go of your hand.

“Mr. Wujiu? Are you okay?” You set a gentle hand on his shoulder. He flinched on contact.

“Ah, yes, I’m quite fine. I’m…I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be acting this way in front of you.”

You’re quick to grab his hand. “No! It’s okay to be scared. That’s what you and Mr. Bi’an always tell me. I’ll just have to be the one that makes you feel better.” You wrap your arms around his tall, lanky frame.

Wujiu gets down on one knee to be closer to your height. Softly, he returns the embrace. “Thank you, dear child.” He smiles, though it looks a bit strained. “Now, we should get you to your match. It would be terrible if you were late.”

“It’s okay, I can go on my own!” Your words caused Wujiu’s eyes to widen. “Even though you and Mr. Bi’an don’t tell me about it, I still know that you guys don’t like the rain. This will prove how grown up I am.”

Wujiu thinks for a second before giving a more sincere smile. Standing to his full height he pats you on the head. “Alright, make sure to get there fast. We wouldn’t want you to get a cold. Good luck out there.”

You beam back at him. “I’ll make sure to send them all back to the manor. Bye, Mr. Wujiu! Bye, Mr. Bi’an.”

The Black Guard watched as you quickly ran to the other building. Seeing you walk in, he lets out a sign and turns around. The umbrella in his grasp glows. “I know, Bi’an. We will tell them when they are older.” Wujiu makes his way into the manor to let Bi’an wait for your arrival.

The match didn’t take long. The White Guard was standing at the door to the courtyard, book in hand, waiting for you to return. The sound of the heavy door creaking open pulls him away from the pages. “Welcome back, my child. You look quite tired.”

He holds his book underneath one of his arms. Picking you up and setting you on his hip with one hand, he grabs his umbrella with the other. “Did you have a good match?” Bi’an walks down the halls to your room.

“Yeah, I got a win. I’m so sleepy, though. Chasing the survivors around really takes a lot out of me.” You mumble, resting your head on his shoulder.

The walk is silent. Entering your room, Bi’an sets his book and umbrella down. He rests you on your bed before walking to your wardrobe and picking out some comfortable clothes. Turning around he sees that you’ve already gotten under your covers. With a small chuckle, he sets the pile of clothes on your desk.

“Sleep well, my child.” Bi’an pulls the covers up on your body. He smoothes a hand over your head. As he tries to head for the door, he feels a small tug on his jacket sleeve.

“Can you stay with me, Mr. Bi’an? Just until I fall asleep.” You ask him in a sleep-ridden tone.

“Of course, I can.” You scoot over in your small bed to allow him space to lay. His long body doesn't sit very comfortably in the bed.

You rest your head on his bony chest. The second you make contact, you’re out like a light.

“One day,” Bi’an starts. “We will free you from this accursed manor. But for now, rest easy.”

#identity v x reader #wu chang x reader #idv x reader #fan wujiu x reader #xie bian x reader #platonic #identity v #idv #idv wu chang #self insert #x reader

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yellow-artz · 11 months

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🎤 . 🪞

#idv #identity v #sangría idv #idv opera singer #idv Mary #idv bloody queen #bloody queen #doodles #fanart #digital art #i really love her sm #and i think her and Marie could have an interesting relationship as either romantic or platonic #since everyone says the women in red reminds them of Marie #Idk I think they’re a fun little sad concept

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strawberry-writings · 1 year

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Joy˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

☆*♡¡~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑~¡♡*☆

♡ Vera nair paired with a child!you ♡

~fluff, platonic...

{♡} Today the survivor's would be meeting a new survivor, there isn't much information on the certain survivor but all they know is that they're quite young. But that wouldn't stop Vera's morning routine.

She made sure to brush her teeth with toothpaste and a toothbrush, take a morning bath, and prepare herself for the day. She was assigned a match today so she would unfortunately have to go to battle.

She went with her signature red lipstick and black mascara, the beauty mark on her face isn't exactly too prominent so she used eyeliner to highlight it. Vera wore her basic clothing which was purple at the most, it was her favorite color.

Vera stepped out of her room and went to eat breakfast she normally ate a crossiant, and that's what she did. She simply ate a crossiant and drank some tea, but she would have to eat a lot more for dinner as she would need that energy. During matches you basically have to run from cipher to cipher, run while kiting the hunter, and run to rescue the others.

She would have to eat more to stay energized, the match was scheduled at 10:50am daytime but everyone heard Ms. Dyer speak to someone. They speculated that it was the new survivor and a certain individual, Mike Morton was good at making friends so maybe he would become friends with the new survivor.

The doctor came into the room with a child.

"(name) you'll be staying here from now on, and make sure to always tell me when you need help or something else."

Emily smiled at the young child, a bunch of survivors sat at the dinner table in shock because what was another child doing at this terrible manor? The Little girl in the manor also known as Memory approached the other child, she smiled and introduced herself.

"Hi! My name's Memory what's your name?"

(name) answered.

"My name is (name) it's nice to meet you Memory.."

The blonde little girl grabbed her hand and approached each survivor in the dinner room one by one. She eventually approached Vera, and pointed at her while saying

"This is The perfumer Vera nair and she's a container! She has also amazing taste in fashion!"

Vera looked down at the two children standing infront of her she decided to wave at (name) and Memory. (name) gave Vera a polite smile, but Vera was pondering about something else so she didn't notice.

A few hour's passed and Vera carefully walked to the matching room and to her surprise she saw the new survivor with The postman and The mechanic wearing her candy girl costume. The hunter was the Bloody queen also known as Mary.

Poor (name) looked quite anxious and scared for her first match, Vera swore deep down to protect her as she didn't want her to get injured by the hunter. She planned to take the first kite.

As everything went black Vera saw a familiar map called Leo's memory but it was rather more of a dawn outside, Vera ran carefully to the factory and began decoding. She saw (name) struggling with decoding so she decided to help, and she began decoding with (name).

(name) unfortunately got too frustrated and started crying a bit. Vera got down to her height and started comforting her, she tried her best to cheer (name) up.

After comforting the child they gave The perfumer a smile full of joy, but both their heartbeats increased which was a sign that the hunter was nearby. The Bloody queen entered the factory and gave them a smile, Tracy followed after Mary and seemed to be having a good time.

Vera immediately knew that the hunter was friendly and carefully took (name) to Mary and explained that she was being friendly. The Bloody queen showed her abilites and summoned her aqua mirror, everyone could see Mary's reflection and it soon disappeared.

They all went outside together and started having a snowball battle, Vera let (name) win and Tracy got hit by Mary's snowball. It was only (name) and Mary left.

"Oh nooooo! I'm doomed!"

Mary said faking a dramatic voice before feeling a cold sensation on her face. (name) had won the snowball battle and she gave everyone a smile full of joy and happiness, it was the smile Vera had while she was still with her dead sister.

Vera's real name isn't Vera its actually Chloé Nair, she murdered her sister because she supposedly plagiarized her work in perfumery, but that wasn't her twin sister's real intentions. Chloé still feels the immense amount of guilt till this day.

The match ended as The Bloody queen surrendered, and while going back to the manor The postman wasn't seen during the match. He was considered introverted and quiet and liked to communicate with animals.

Tracy, Vera, and (name) laughed and smiled on their way back from the match, it was truly a moment of Joy.

♡~

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you #identity v platonic #identity v x reader platonic #idv x reader platonic #vera nair #vera nair x reader platonic #identity v imagines #idv imagines

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survivorsguilt · 6 months

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#idv #identity v #qi shiyi #alice deross #alishiy ;#can be platonic or romantic #:33 #scrawls;

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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If request are still open can you do how 3 IDV characters would react to the reader being their biological child?

Yup requests are still open! Hope you enjoy! Since the request didn't specify characters I'm just gonna freestyle with some characters I like.

Emil, Ada, & Michiko reacting to reader being their biological child

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of murder

Characters: Michiko - “Geisha”, Ada - “Psychologist”, Emil - “Patient”.

(for the sake of these headcanons we're ignoring canon and pretending Ada & Emil didn't die at the manor)

Ada & Emil

For Ada & Emil you were most likely a planned pregnancy between them after their marriage. For awhile until Ada got the offer to visit the manor to help with Emil's treatment you three lived a happy peaceful life in a house. They both raised you together and while it was a learning process they were both decent parents.

It wasn't until a tragedy happened on the way to the manor that they lost you, you randomly went missing under unknown circumstances. Ada and Emil were absolutely heartbroken by this and for awhile they didn't appear at the oletus manor to mentally recover but would eventually go over to it.

It was that fateful day they reunited with you at the manor, you remembered their exact appearances and even if you changed yours over the years they knew it was you just due to gut feeling, a strange connection they felt to you.

In that moment both of them ran over to you as fast as possible and embraced you. Panickly asking you about what happened, how you ended up here, and many other things. They're not gonna leave you alone for hours and weeks on end, afraid things may repeat again and you'll be taken away from them.

Emil practically fills the role of a housespouse and knows how to cook, usually making breakfast in bed for you and Ada. Ada is the one who works all the time but whenever she's free she'll definitely make time on your schedule to play with you, read you bedtime stories, and other activities.

Though the bonded couple and their child may meet a unfortunate fate within this bloodied manor, they bonds shall surpass time and space as the gods may take pity on these 3 souls as they ascend to the afterlife.

Michiko

Just like Ada & Emil, for Michiko you were most likely a planned pregnancy between her and Miles. She probably had you before Miles father killed Michiko and she ended up at the manor, meaning Miles was left all alone to raise you when you were still a baby.

When the small you arrived at the manor Michiko felt a strange familiarity to you despite not remembering who you were. Though she longs to return to both you and her husband, to her it would be a very long time until that day were to come.

It wasn't until after you bonded with Michiko as friends you showed her a photo you had in your manor room. It was a photo of Michiko, Miles, and a baby you. The familiar butterfly hair accessory that Michiko sometimes had on her during battles on her in that photo. In that moment Michiko's heart paused and skipped a million beats. She immediately recognized miles, you, and herself in that photo and that familiar butterfly pin.

Tears filled her eyes as she quickly embraced you and apologized for leaving you and miles, for suddenly disappearing without warning, and promising to be the best mother she could while you were by her side. Even if you didn't believe she was your mother at first she brought out the butterfly hair pin and told you information about your father that no one other then close family could know.

Michiko is a incredibly caring mother figure and practically tries to do everything for you. Brushing your hair, making you breakfast, helping you with mundane daily tasks, and other things.

Even though the red butterfly was taken away from her family, she will still flap her wings until the day she can see them both once again. Then maybe one day, fate will reunite them all.

#identity v #idv #platonic idv #identity v platonic #platonic identity v #michiko idv #identity v michiko #identity v geisha #idv geisha #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv scenarios #identity v scenarios #idv psychologist #identity v psychologist #idv ada #identity v ada #idv patient #identity v patient

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dearest-painter · 1 year

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helloo! might i request IDV tuberrose (jack) and Steam Teen/Eagles dance (naib) with a reader who does drag racing? yandere ofc

Yes ofc! I went with Gn and headcannons! Not sure if you wanted them together so I’ll do together/mixed! Please do not fear to correct me with anything also idk if I made it to where you can interpreted it both romantic or platonic but yeah!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior,abusive behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,Threatening,attacking/fighting,Y/N has They/Them pronouns,Can be seen as platonic or romantic,haven’tplayed idv in a while and forgot these assholes personality so imma go based off of looks lol,probably OOC,modern day AU,everyone is human and also the game/mansion doesn’t happen,I do not condone anything and make this for entertainment,please tell me if I missed anything,

•Naib was the first person you met as you had helped a few of his gears as they were like some of your cars gears.

• “Thank you…” “No problem! I’m Y/N a drag racer” “that sounds pretty cool…Naib is my name” “ooo~”

•After that day he followed you everywhere and honestly he watched you fixed your car out of fear

•He never felt this way even with other people which made him believe that you were for him but he couldn’t tell if it was romantic or platonic

•He wanted to keep you safe and went to all your races just so he knew you were safe

•He got nervous when he saw that you and others were basically side crashing into each other,flipping everyone’s cars over,attacking each other some how,throwing stuff at each other,and lastly the police

•The police is what scared him the most as he knew drag racing was illegal and could get you in trouble but seeing you somehow get away from the cops,it made him fear for you.

•Now Jack he’s a bit different as he is literally name a flower and has literally nothing to do with drag racing but you have a life outside of that

•He saw you at a flower shop and your outfit intrigued him so he approached you wanting to know more of you

• “Hello,I’m Jack. May I ask what flowers you want to buy and perhaps I can have your name?” “I’m Y/N and I wanna buy F/F(favorite flower) if that’s available here”

•He loved learning about you and mostly cared about you by wishing to learn about you

•He hated seeing Naib around you 24/7. It made him annoyed

•He went to your races as he was fascinated until he saw how dangerous it was,he hated it completely!

•He hated you drag racing but you never listened you just went on and opened the door just so your hand can run along the street as you went at a fast speed

•They fought and fought whenever you weren’t around. They didn’t think the other was a good impression

•They both considering sabotaging your drag car but they knew you would die if that happened and they weren’t risking it at all

•They just fight for your attention no matter what. Either it be with each other or anyone else.

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callimaria · 2 years

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*interaction with wu chang sort of like a father figure*

So..your not a demon....but..theres two of you..In some magical mary poppins umbrella?!

the both of them stay silent for a moment, reasonably astounded and confused.

“what’s.. mary poppins?” xie asks, before shaking his head at your antics.

“yes, we’re not some demons. our souls were bo—“

“we’re dead.”

“fan wujiu. and to make things simple… we’re simply just bound together.”

you nod, thinking over the information you were just given, while you swear you can feel xie glaring at the umbrella beside him.

💗💗💗

wu chang mary poppins arc

#identity v #platonic #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv wu chang #idv xie bian #idv fan wujiu #father figure

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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hello! i love your layout, it’s sooo cute !!! but may i rq wuchang with a son!reader ??? i love the idea of them being dads

thank you for the compliment anon ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

awee, i absolutely adore that idea

you didn’t say whether or not they(b’ian and fan) have a romantic relationship so i’ll leave it to you

Parent! Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an with Son! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Wujiu stared down at the mop of (colour) hair in front of him, large splotches of mud covered your clothes, you practically reeked of dirt. His eyes fell on the boot shaped muddy footprints on the tiled floor and as much as he wanted to scold you, he knew it was his fault in the first place for letting you go outside after it rained.

"Dad! me and Wobb- Robbie played in the garden, we played tag and and—" their son rambled with starry eyes while he gestured rather animatedly, explaining how he and Robbie fed a snail they found while running around in the garden—the child had to repeat a few words because he couldn't say them properly the first time but Wujiu was proud since it meant that their son was learning.

"And I got this for you and papa" the boy exclaimed excitedly, holding out two purple hydrangeas for the taller man.

A soft laugh left Fan, B'ian and him could talk about the mess with their son later, how could he possibly worry about the mess when his son is being so damn adorable.

Wujiu scooped up the muddy boy into his arms, kissing the child's temple. "Thank you for the flowers sweetie but before you give the other one to papa we have to get you cleaned up, you don't wanna hug him while you're all muddy now do you?" Fan cooed uncharacteristically, booping the little boy's nose.

(Name) giggled, "A'wight, let's go take a bath" he said, pointing in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Wujiu heated up the water just enough so it wasn't too hot, he added a bit of vanilla scented oil into the tub before gently peeling off the child's clothes and boots and plopping him into the bathtub.

He left for a bit with the muddy clothes and boots after telling (Name) that he was going to clean them, the child nodding while making a rubber duck nod as well—Wujiu felt that their son was gonna kill him with how cute he was some day.

He returned in new clothes, after cleaning their son off, he dressed him in matching fluffy pajamas he and Xie chose while they were out one day.

"Let's get these matching pajamas" Bi'an said in a serious tone, looking at Wujiu with a look that said "You can't do anything to stop me".

Fan shrugged, "Sure, be sure to not get distracted by anything else though"—yeah right, Bi'an and Wujiu carried seven bags back home since Xie thought they "needed" to buy whatever the salesmen and saleswomen showed him.

"We'll need them" Xie reasoned but Fan wasn't having any of it.

That night, Xie had a conversation with their son, asking him if he thought they needed whatever item his father showed him.

"Papa", the boy called out, grabbing his papa's hand that held a pair of tiger ear head bands that he had picked up. He gently pulled at the headbands, putting one on his head and the other on Xie's.

"If you wike it then ish okay, I won' ever mind" the five year old said, clapping when he saw how they both looked in the mirror. "We look gweat!".

Xie realized that he'd never regret adopting you with Fan no matter what.

When Fan and Him were allowed to leave the manor that one time, they saw a crying boy on the road, they were instantly drawn to him.

The boy told them that no one could see him and that they all ignored him, they wanted to take the boy in after he explained.

They brought him to the manor, explaining the situation to Miss Nightingale, they allowed them to take care of the child under the condition that they wouldn't cause any trouble.

That day, he and Fan became parents.

Wujiu walked into the living room with the child in his arms, freezing when he met Bi'an's piercing gaze. Xie was currently eyeing their clothing, a mug of coffee in hand.

"See? we did need all that stuff" Xie proudly says. (Name) turns his head to face Xie's direction, "Papa! wear yours too!" He urged, glittery eyes peering into violet ones.

Xie hums with a smile, nodding before turning on his heel and disappearing into the the long hallways. He comes back shortly in the same matching pajamas.

(Name) clapped excitedly upon seeing his papa, tapping his dad's shoulder and asking him to put him down politely in a soft voice before rushing to B'ian and pulling on his sleeve.

"Let's drink some hot coco!" the child says, looking at both of his dad's with an expectant look in his eyes. They give in of course, they always do.

The small family sits on the sofa near the the open balcony, their son in between them as his two fathers cuddle him, none of the survivors or the hunters had the heart to disturb them.

(Name) falls asleep in between them after finishing his hot chocolate, Xie and Fan smile at his resting face, rearranging him so he'd be in a more comfortable position.

They whisper a soft "I love you" to the child, one carding through the child's hair gently and the other humming in order to lull the child to sleep.

I might write more of this, i really like them as parents.

was it to your liking anon? - lawless

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv wu chang #idv xie bian #idv fan wujiu #male reader #child reader #platonic #idv scenarios #idv wu chang x reader #identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identityv #fan wujiu #xie bian

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