Identity V x Reader

Bane x Male!Reader || fluff

requested by: JaiorTaroKun 

As sure as you normally were of yourself, the situation you were in was making you nothing short of self-conscious. Not only had you not held the hunter's attention for more than a few minutes, you were currently laying, incapacitated, on the ground with the furry hunter looming over you, smirking triumphantly. You crossed your arms and glared in retaliation, crinkling your nose as if a foul odor had wafted to your nose. The smell of defeat was indeed not a pleasant one. Without warning, you were lifted from the ground into the air, being carried to the nearest by chair; you struggled, and, as if being humiliated in defeat wasn't enough, the deer-headed hunter winked at you as he set you down, looping the ropes around you almost flirtatiously. You scowled again, shouting something along the lines of "Decode Faster" to your teammates. You watched as the female dancer snuck behind your chair and was immediately snatched with the Gamekeeper's hook. You, as fed up with this match as you are, didn't get angry at her. Instead, you shouted at the hunter.

"Hey, furry-face, why don't you take me out of the chair. Let's fight, man to man." You shifted in your place, eyes crinkling in the corners from the shouting. As you observed his face, one of his eyes narrowed, while the other opened wider, if he had noticeable, human, eyebrows, he would definitely have one of them raised. A forceful breath of air escaped his nose as he semi-smiled at you again, giving you a look you could only describe as condescending as he looked you up and down, probably assuming that you couldn't take him on. He was... probably right, but that didn't matter! You were willing to fight him with your all, and even if your stature is small, your fighting spirit isn't. He carried Margaratha over to the chair a few meters away. Thankfully, only seconds before the chair's timer reached halfway, you were rescued and ushered off to be healed by the doctor decoding not too far away. No longer was Bane chasing after you, instead, determined to send Margaretha back to the manor first, and as much as you hated to admit it, you missed the attention. Until it was your chance to kite again, you stood back and decoded. Not too long after you let your teammates know of your status, Margaretha was chaired again. You thought that anyone else would go for the rescue, but as your cipher reached its final percent, the shout from across the map indicated the first survivor sent back to the manor. The jarring pop of the cipher masked the growing heartbeat tightening your chest. Thankfully-- or luckily rather-- you ran behind the wall your completed cipher sat in front of. Instead of being clawed with a hook, you were merely thrown off balance, which might've been the worst outcome in the long run. You stumbled, lurching forward as the hook that narrowly missed you lodged itself into the nearby wall. Risking a glance behind you, you took note of the lack of the big fur man chasing you. Whipping your head around in an attempt to locate the Gamekeeper was your first mistake, if you don't count looking back as one in the first place. As your head aligned itself with the direction the rest of your body was facing, you collided with a firm surface, and you were on the ground again. Not incapacitated this time. With your eyes squeezed shut and hand on your head, the only indication of what you ran into was a huff of air from the snout of the hunter looming over you. Though soon, a hand extended towards you, offering a silent apology. You take the Gamekeeper's hand, hoist yourself up, and brush yourself off. The particles of dirt drift off of you as you mutter an apology as well. You look up at him, catching his closed-eyed smile directed towards you. Your eyes unconsciously avoid his, but the awkward silence did not last long. As the last cipher popped, the red glare behind Bane's eyes snapped you out of your stupor. You turned and bolted, making sure you weren't going to run into anything else on your way to an exit gate. Only when you reached the other side of the map did you realize there was no heartbeat following you. As the only member of your team left on the field, you had to decode the other exit gate alone. No heartbeat bothered you through the soft tapping of keys on a keypad, and as soon as the gate opened, you left. As you made your way back to the manor, you couldn't help but wonder what the silent moment you shared with Bane meant, or why he didn't try to take you out the moment you ran into him. The look he gave you as he hoisted you off of the ground brought a splash of color to your cheeks. You were unable to keep the thoughts of his eyes on you out of your head. Without regard for anyone else in the manor, you made your way to your room.

You met Bane again in your dream. Similarly to your experience in the match, you were alone. The only thing accompanying you was the subtle beat of your heart, though no hunter was to be seen. You wandered around, looking for an exit gate, the dungeon, even a cipher, but all there seemed to be was an empty playing field. As you walked, you stumbled in the sand over an unidentified object. When you looked down, your eyes discovered a discarded hook belonging to the hunter you couldn't stop thinking about. You reached down for it, and when you straightened yourself upright, you met chest to face with the looming elk man. You offered his hook to him, and he accepted. Taking the hook from your hands, he gave you a smile. As the two of you continued to look for an exit, you became increasingly anxious about your unspoken feelings about the interaction from the previous match. When you reached the dungeon, which appeared in the place you first started walking, you walked towards it. Before you knew it, you were pulled into a tight hug, then a soft nuzzle to your cheek, and he was gone. When you jumped into the exit, you woke up.

You groaned as you rolled yourself out of bed. Realizing that the events that took place in your head were not real, but only your hidden desires. You made your way down to get something to eat. It was unlike you to fall asleep midday; when you arrived at the kitchen, dinner had already been cleaned up, none left for you. However, you realized someone did leave something for you when you sat in your seat to have a light not-quite-midnight snack. You set your plate down to take the unexpected envelope in your hands. Tearing it open as carefully as possible, the contents inside surprised you. A letter, hand-written, poked out of the torn envelope. The letter itself was a rendezvous for you to meet with a certain unspecified hunter. You were pretty sure you knew exactly who sent the letter. The note said to meet this "mysterious" person by the hunters main entrance, so there you went. Along the way, you witnessed the few survivors who chose not to retire to their rooms after dinner, playing cards and chatting in the main foyer. You did not stop to interact, especially since no one had offered you conversation. As you made your way to your destination, your mind could only wander as to what Bane, hopefully Bane, wanted with you. He didn't actually want to fight you, did he?

Bane was waiting for you when you arrived. One of his hands was hidden behind his back, while the other reached out towards you. Narrowing your eyes, you took his hand, and he slowly brought out what he was hiding behind his back. Flowers. After your match together, Bane went out to the garden to pick you a bundle of flowers. Doesn't he know guys don't like flowers? Well, most guys maybe. You took the flowers from him, guiding them to your nose, not only to smell them, but to hide your growing sense of embarrassment.

"Flowers, really?" You mutter, ineffectively as your face was still covered by the petals. He smiled wryly back at you and handed you a note. You had to remove your other hand from his to read it.

"Today was fun, but I won't go easy on you next time!" Before you had time to even process what the note meant, he placed an animal-like kiss on your cheek, leaving a cold spot where his nose lingered for a second, and left. You were an elk caught in the headlights. You couldn't process what just happened. You were not going to be able to sleep well, but you sure were going to think of ways to tease him back. You weren't going easy on him next time, either.

a/n: heads up now, I probably won't write for hunters on my own, but I will do as good of a job as I can if you request it! I am sorry if this isn't very good, I hadn't really planned on writing for hunters, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

Have a wonderful day! I love you!