Zacharie Stories

Just nonsensical drabbles and one-shots with our lovely characters, Batter and Zacharie.

old shit lol i'll put the stuff i put on AO3 on this too

Just oneshots for batter x Zacharie from off :)

Zacharie has some issues with his scars

A Merchant and a Baseball Player meet, and get to know each other little by little. What could happen between the two?

Heyo everyone!! Thank you /so/ much for 2.7K reads!!! It means a lot!! Zacharie x Batter Are you ready for the ~smutty~ ending ;3 ITS COMING SOON MY FRIENDS I PROMISE

Zacharie is a drug dealer who constantly tries to sell his "goods" to The Batter, but when he doesn't get his attention, he joins the Baseball team where Batter is the Ace. Warning: Smut, sometimes slight gore and violence + dirty language.

A sweet fanfiction about The batter and Zacharie from the RPG OFF by mortis ghost~

This story contains NSFW and bondage so if you are not educated on sexual intercourse and under the age of 18 PLEASE WAIT UNTIL YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS. As for my wonderful Batterie fangirls and fanboys out there, have fun with this smut. It's not like most smut so if you are getting bored of the same thing with different characters then enjoy.

"Buenos Dios, Batter!"

You are a girl who has just moved to a small town, and is clueless of her surroundings and the people living around her. Zacharie is a masked man who makes a living as a traveling merchant, and is known by many as a 'credit fanatic.' He never showed his face to anyone, and even though you eventually become close friends, it is the main thing that ticks you off about him. You never expected that when he finally showed his face to you, you'd find yourself falling deeply in love with him, and you'd find out that he had felt the same way about you all along- but what happens when you are finally together?

Off x Reader: This is my original spin-off, based off of the RPG Off by Mortis Ghost. Notes before reading: Has some angst and slight gore, as well as swearing. Sadly this story is discontinued, because of lack of ideas. I have also since, stopped being super into the fandom, and have lost interest in it. Thank you for all of you have supported me through making this (very short) story, it was fun while it lasted. I'm sorry for not continuing. If you're on AO3, i have switched to Writer_S, but will not be continuing the story there. Thank you again, and sorry for all the fans of my writing, and this story. Mic belongs to me. Off and all its characters, belong to Mortis Ghost.

You're growing up in the familiar residential area for the Elsen in Zone 2, though you are no Elsen. Having no contact with the outside world can be quite cruel on your social life. So when one day you find yourself getting the sudden urge to leave the place and go off to explore, meeting a merchant that goes by the name of Zacharie. He seems to be nothing special, but being the first individual you've ever made contact with, and with finally getting to explore your home zone, well you were in for a thrill. [ this story is gender neutral, meaning that it doesn't say whether your character is male/female/ect. so everyone can read it to their heart's content. this story also doesn't quite follow the plot line of the game ]

(Still a lil bit of a WIP) Zacharie thought he was strong. He thought he was a strong, confident dude that smooth talked every customer that walked into his shop. He thought he was a charming guy who could get a chuckle out of anyone. He thought everything would always go in his favor. And he was right. And that was how it was meant to be. Well, At least until one particular playthrough of the game. **No smut here! Just some angst with a happy fluffy conclusion** :Mortis Ghost owns all of these characters and the game not me :P:

Hey there! What are you doing 'round here? It's not safe, there are spectres around! Ah, I guess if you're gonna stay..you might as well answer some questions.

He gave a low chuckle, before looking back at you. "Tu es l'amour de ma vie, mon chou," "...What?" you questioned, looking up at the taller man and raising an eyebrow. "It means you're the love of my life, my little bun," he purred and slid a hand into your hair. ((The cover picture isn't mine, all credits to the original owner.))

Buenos dias, amigos. It is I, Zacharie, the much needed merchant in a game that is simply OFF. Hehehe, I apologize for the silly joke. This is my story of what me and the dear Batter had. I believe you Puppeteers call it "Batterie". An intriguing name. This is our love story, one of free will and of our own choice, much like your everyday lives. We don't get this as often. This will possibly be pleasant to you. Or maybe it won't.