Since the second game is coming, I feel like I should post my relationship headcanons based on the first game while I still can.
Ghost
-I noticed that Ghost often puts his tags next to Mosca's, and Mosca is the first tagger we're supposed to meet, so I assume these two are close. In Ghost's eyes, Mosca seems like he's got his shit together, therefore he aspires to be like him. They have this goofy sibling dynamic.
-It's pretty much canon that Ghost gets along with almost every tagger, no matter what they're into. Like, he seems to be friends with Hans, a peace loving guy who wants to spread positivity. But also with Uzzi, a punk who wants to see the whole island burn. So I feel like he's down with literally anything and easy to influence. Either that or he's able to change his personality in order to fit in with almost every group of people. Or maybe a little bit of both.
-But even though he's friend with both Hans and Uzzi, I feel like he likes Uzzi more due to his chaotic personality. These two would go and fuck shit up around the island, and when Hans or Mosca finds out they would definitely blame Uzzi for being a bad influence. Ghost gets away most of the time.
-Also, off topic but I feel like Ghost is either a runaway or orphan, therefore he didn't have someone to teach him what's wrong and what's right. And it's pretty much canon that the island he grew up on has a pretty high rate of crime, so that twisted his morals even more. Basically, he learned to survive by imitating other people on the island and now the other taggers don't really blame him for the way he turned out.
-He rarely dislikes someone. He either likes someone or feels neutral about them. If you're directly really rude to him or are a general threat (like the clops) then yeah, he will dislike you.
Mosca
-He was nice to Ghost once and the little bugger got attached to him. And understandably, Mosca was weirded out by this but he later got used to having this stupid green guy around.
-Pretty much Ghost's guardian, but he won't admit it. He makes sure the little bugger doesn't get in too much trouble and offers half baked speeches for emotional support when Ghost feels down. They're more like vents though, but Ghost doesn't notice. Again, he thinks that Mosca feels good about himself but in reality he's just a tired high school dropout who regrets most decisions he made throughout his life.
-Wouldn't share his things with anyone except for Ghost.
-Frenemies with Hans. He considers him to be a good influence for Ghost, but keeps telling Ghost to "stay away from that fucking hippie" purely out of spite. He dislikes him so much because Hans actually has his shit together.
-Despite other taggers, he doesn't mind sellouts as long as they're not successful. He has a problem with them when they actually start making lots of money. And Double Double are literally working for the CEO of GLUG so of course he can't stand them. He also doesn't like the way they talk to Ghost.
Hans
-Hans is all about spreading positivity, so yeah. He's ok with pretty much everyone.
-Praises Mosca for trying to "make a change" and "break the stereotype" by looking after Ghost, but Mosca just tells him to fuck off and that's pretty much how most of their conversations end.
-Tries to keep Ghost away from Uzzi. But instead of making Uzzi seem like a bad person, he just tries to talk Ghost into doing nicer things and such. Doesn't work.
-Doesn't have anything against Uzzi and Double Double though. He understands why they act like that. Everyone is struggling on that island (except for the CEO ig), so he doesn't judge D&D for being sellouts or Uzzi for being...well, Uzzi.
-Actually good friends with Tia. They talk quite often and Tia sees him as a beacon of hope for the new generation of taggers.
Double Double
-They dislike Ghost at first, but the little guy starts growing on them after they realize he's chill and only tags for fun. He's also the reason why they had that revelation at the end of the first game. They're still sellouts but at that point they start to set boundaries and decline commissions they don't like.
-They had to thicken their skin after joining the industry. They used to be cool with everyone, but as soon their popularity dropped due to selling out they started disliking the other taggers.
-They don't have a problem with Uzzi though, mostly because they like watching him wreck GLUG's stuff up. They hate the corporation as much as he does, but can't really do much about it since it's basically their main income.
-Tia never judged them for being sellouts, but they still dislike her because that's their default setting when it comes to opinions on taggers. And also because they feel like she's silently judging them and that makes them feel disappointed in themselves because Tia is like a mother figure in their eyes and also a female tagger just like them, whatever.
-Double Double and Mosca have something personal going on, though. Out of all of the taggers, he's the one who talks the most shit about them.
Uzzi
-He hates everything related to GLUG, therefore he hates D&D.
-Even though he hates Hans for being a hippie, these two are very similar. Both of them dislike GLUG and want the island to be a place where everyone can live equally. But Uzzi can't express his emotions properly and wants to appear tough so he would rather fuck shit up in order to express himself.
-Him and Ghost are also similar. But unlike Ghost, Uzzi didn't have someone to keep him in check at any point in his life. This is also why he believes his lifestyle is the best way to live and tries to help Ghost adapt in order for him to survive on this island. But Ghost couldn't care less about that and only hangs out with Uzzi because he likes causing problems together.
-His hatred towards Mosca is personal and it's all because of Ghost. But also because Mosca finds Uzzi annoying, he's not a big fan of hyperactive loud people...unless we're talking about Ghost. And also because Uzzi doesn't hold back whenever these two throw insults at each other.
-Likes Tia and King Eyes because they're OG taggers and thinks they're cool.
Tia
-Sees the other taggers as her kids. Except for King, of course. She can't stand his old ass.
-She talks to Hans quite often. Even though they don't share the same ideologies and views on life, she enjoys talking with him.
-Was a little worried about Ghost at first, but she knows he's in good hands. As long as Hans is around, at least.
-Doesn't judge people and understands their situations.
King Eyes
-Very self centered, couldn't care less about the others.
-Wasn't like this from the beginning but after the whole eye thing something switched in his brain.
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In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman <3
Synopsis: the Slytherin boys and the 'gentleman' things they do
Warnings: None :)
Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Jasper Rowle
This is Part 1 :)
Mattheo Riddle: opening doors for you
"Hey there, my love," Mattheo greeted, flashing a grin as he held the door open for you. You rolled your eyes playfully at the endearment, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.
"Always the gentleman, huh?" you teased, stepping through the door of the Slytherin common room as he held open with a light chuckle.
"Hey, gotta treat my girl right," he replied, trailing behind and falling into step beside you. He nudged you gently with his elbow, his laid-back demeanor effortlessly charming.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. His lips lingered for a moment, and you couldn't help but blush at the tenderness of the gesture. "You're my everything," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine adoration.
Whether they were heading to class, grabbing a bite to eat, or just strolling through the castle halls, Mattheo made it a point to hold doors open for you. It wasn't a grand gesture, just a simple act of courtesy, but it spoke volumes about his thoughtfulness.
"You spoil me too much, you know that?" you remarked with a grin, as Mattheo held the door of his dorm for you.
He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Can't help it. You deserve the world," he shrugged, following you inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, playfully throwing you on the bed before snuggling up next to you, holding you tightly against his chest.
Their laughter filled the air as they chatted about anything and everything, discussing everything from stupid things their friends had done recently to their favourite movies. Mattheo listened intently, his eyes lighting up as they shared their stories.
Theodore Nott: Holds your face with both hands when kissing you
"Hey," Theodore greeted softly, his fingers trailing gently along your jawline before cupping your face tenderly, drawing you into a sweet kiss. His touch was always gentle, his palms cradling your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in his world.
"Hi," you whispered against his lips, smiling as he leaned in to press another soft kiss, his touch grounding and comforting.
"Did you have a good day?" Theodore asked, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he held your face in his hands.
"Mmm, it was alright. Nothing compared to this though," you replied, your voice softening as he leaned in for another kiss, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
He pulled back slightly, his hands still cupping your face, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at you. "You always make everything better."
"You too," you said, feeling a surge of affection as his touch lingered, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.
"Can I just kiss you forever?" he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, his touch never leaving your face.
"That sounds like a plan," you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, grounding you in the moment.
As he leaned in for another kiss, his hands framed your face once more, holding you gently but firmly, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Each kiss felt like a silent declaration of his love and care, his hands a constant reassurance that you were cherished.
"Promise me something," he said softly, his gaze intense as he held your face in his hands, his touch so tender it made your heart flutter.
"Anything," you replied, feeling a rush of emotion at the sincerity in his eyes.
"Promise you'll never forget how much you mean to me," he whispered, his hands trembling ever so slightly against your skin.
"I promise," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings.
Theodore smiled, his touch becoming even more gentle, as if he was memorizing every contour of your face. "I love you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss.
"I love you too," you replied, feeling a surge of emotion as his hands cradled your face.
Tom Riddle: Subtle things to make sure you don't get hurt
In the midst of a quiet classroom, Tom and you sat side by side, the ambiance filled with the hushed tones of a lecture. You were unconsciously fiddling with your quill as your tired eyes lingered on the teacher, doing your best to listen to whatever he was saying.
A small sigh slipt from your lips as your dropped your quill, the small object rolling under your desk. As you leaned down to retrieve your quill, Tom subtly shifted, his hand discreetly finding its place at the edge of the desk, ensuring you wouldn't hit your head upon rising.
"Thanks love," you whispered, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, noticing the faint blush that graced his cheeks as he quickly looked away.
"Wouldn't want you getting hurt," he murmured, his voice barely audible, trying to cloak his concern with an air of indifference as his eyes went back to the teacher.
"I appreciate it," you replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips, acknowledging his unspoken worry.
Throughout the class, the subtle ways Tom looked out for you were apparent. Whether adjusting his posture to prevent you from bumping elbows or discreetly sliding a book closer to your reach, his actions spoke louder than his reserved words.
As the lesson progressed, you dropped a parchment, and before you could react, Tom swiftly picked it up without a word, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a hint of concern before retreating into his usual stoic demeanor.
"Thanks," you said, your voice warm with gratitude, feeling the corners of his lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile before he composed himself.
"Merlin you're an idiot," he mumbled under his breath, a small smile twitching on the corner of his lips. He loved you, and he did his best to show it. To some, these may just seem like small gestures, but to you, these acts meant everything.
Blaise Zabini: Looking after you while you are sick
"Blaise, I think I'm dying," you groaned, your voice muffled by the mountain of blankets you'd buried yourself under. The room echoed with your misery, and you could practically feel Blaise's amused gaze on you.
"Quite the melodrama you've got going on there," he chuckled, entering the room with a tray in hand.
You peeked out from under the blankets, giving him a weak glare. "This is not melodrama. I'm genuinely dying. I might need to write my will."
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Last I checked, you're broke. And if you're going to die, at least wait until you've cleaned up the mess in the bathroom."
You shot him a scowl before returning to your cocoon of misery. "I'll have you know that this is a serious illness. I even got Pansy to get me a book from the library so I can read about my symptoms."
He set the tray on the bedside table, glancing at you with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "And let me guess, according to Dr. know it all, you have a rare tropical disease only found in the depths of the Amazon rainforest?"
"No, it says I have a severe case of man flu," you deadpanned, voice muffled by the blankets.
Blaise burst into laughter. "Man flu? Really?"
You shot him a glare from under the covers.
He shook his head, still chuckling. "Ok, ok. I come bearing gifts to nurse you back to health."
He lifted the tray to reveal a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of hot tea. Your eyes lit up, and you managed to sit up, sniffling pathetically.
"Ah, the healing powers of chicken soup," he declared dramatically, handing you the bowl.
You took it gratefully, inhaling the comforting aroma. "You're the best, you know that?"
"I try," he said with a wink, settling onto the bed beside you. "Now, eat up. We can't have you wasting away on my watch."
As you sipped the soup, Blaise watched you with a soft smile. "Feeling a bit better already?"
You nodded, the warmth of the soup soothing both your throat and your mood. "Maybe I won't die today after all."
He chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "Good to know. I was planning on having a quiet night in, not attending a funeral."
You swatted him playfully, earning a smirk from Blaise. "You're lucky I'm too weak to defend myself properly."
"Consider it a mercy on my part," he teased, taking a sip of his own tea.
As the night wore on, Blaise stayed by your side, occasionally offering more soup, fetching tissues, and regaling you with stories to keep your mind off your misery.
"You're surprisingly good at this whole nurse thing," you admitted, snuggling into the blankets.
He grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Well, when the patient is you, it's almost enjoyable."
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. "I must be really sick for you to admit that."
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Maybe you're just bringing out my softer side."
You sighed dramatically. "I never signed up for a softer Blaise Zabini."
"Too late now," he replied with a smirk, holding you a little tighter. "You're stuck with me, even if I have to nurse you back to health every now and then."
You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for the care and comfort he provided. "I suppose I can live with that."
And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in blankets and the warmth of Blaise's presence, you couldn't help but feel that maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, especially when you had someone like him to take care of you.
(This is my favourite for sure)
Jasper Rowle: Doing your shoelaces
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow into the room as you and Jasper sat comfortably on a bench in Hogsmede just of to the side of Zonko's, enjoying a leisurely stroll that had turned into a serene moment of shared silence.
"Oops," you pouted, looking down at your untied shoelaces, a small sigh falling from your lips as you went to go and tie your laces.
"I've got it darlin'," Jasper said with a gentle smile, bending down on one knee before her.
"Jasper, you really don't have to," you protested, a faint blush gracing your cheeks at the unexpected gesture.
He shook his head with a grin, his fingers deftly working on your shoelaces. "I've got it, can't have my girl tripping on her own shoelaces, can I?"
You chuckled softly, unable to hide your affectionate smile as you watched him tie the laces with care. "You're too good to me, you know that?"
He glanced up at her with a warm smile. "'Just don't want you getting hurt."
As he finished, he ran his thumb over your knee softly a few times before standing up and placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, causing your heart to flutter. The simple act filled you with warmth and adoration.
"Thank you," you murmured, touched by his gesture.
"Anytime, my love."
Their fingers intertwined as they resumed their stroll through Hogsmede, the cool breeze carrying the faint scent of baked goods, more than likely from a stall near by. The world seemed to slow down around them as they walked hand in hand, enjoying each other's company.
Hi all! This is my first post, hope you enjoyed it :) I take requests for many different fandoms and characters <3
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