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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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hi there! i hope your day is going well! i saw that your requests were open, so i'm here to humbly input one if that's okay ^^

i wanted to request some relationship headcanons for a reader in a poly relationship with emil, mike morton and victor grantz. gender neutral pronouns if possible! thank you!

Hello there! I hope your day is going well too! Heres some poly headcanons for you, I'm sorry for the long wait!

Poly relationship hcs with Mike Morton, Emil, And Victor Grantz

Warnings: Possible ooc, mentions of trauma and ptsd, mentions of the mafia, small mention of death

Story type: Fluff, slight angst general headcanons

Pairings/Characters: Victor Grantz x Mike Morton x Emil x Gender neutral Reader

(sobs in writers block)

I feel like it'll take awhile to get these 3 guys with very different personalities, likes, and goals in a relationship with you but it would be a pretty steady and healthy one afterwards! All of them would most likely be on board and happy with a poly relationship, it would just take awhile to get them all together to ask about it.

Most days you'll wake up to a slightly cramped but comfortable king sized bed, emil is usually in yours or the others arms being spooned. Victor slightly leans away from cuddling but will usually still be somewhat close to the others and will hold hands with anyone close to him in his sleep. Mike is fine with being either a small or big spoon but prefers being the small one, he's usually the one on the receiving end of emils constant want of cuddles which he doesn't mind.

Mike being the massive bundle of energy he is usually wakes up first unless you have one unhealthy ass sleep schedule, then you'd probably be dragged back into bed by your partners. He isn't the best at cooking but sometimes will make you guys breakfast in bed, usually pancakes cause that's the easiest thing he knows how to make. I hc that Emil is a surprisingly good cook and even after all he's gone through mentally he can still recall and preform the past skills he had, explaining why he can make the grappling hooks he uses ingame. Emil usually wakes up the latest however so if you want a top tier breakfast then you gotta wait a bit.

For awhile there was one big roadblock, wick. Emil due to his past is absolutely terrified and traumatized by dogs, even ones as small and tiny as wick. Victor has had this dog with him through the most traumatizing things on his side so getting rid of wick is not a option at all. For awhile you all encountered this road block and were worried that this relationship wasn't gonna work out due to this factor. After a ton and i mean a ton of trial and error over months and months of time, Emil was finally able to stand next to wick without having a panic attack.

After escaping the manor you all end up living in a cozy little home together. Mike once again will most likely have a job in show business, due to various reasons Emil likely won't have a job, a victor is back to being a postman but not being involved with a mafia organization this time-.

Time will pass and pass but you all will never stop loving one another. By one anothers side until the day you all finally pass on.

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horrid-mixtape · 2 years

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🎬 Love...

Content: Norton Campbell x GN reader

Reader's gender is unspecified, pronouns used are you , your.

Angst // mention of death and gore? (blood)

Norton Campbell, the prospector. He is acknowledged as a cold-shouldered and a greedy individual in mankind. He, too, understood why. Especially after he met you. Norton didn’t expect himself to be overly greedy towards a certain something, or rather someone.

Love is a beautiful emotion for someone to feel, yet iniquitous too. He couldn’t help but sway his attention to you whenever you talk to him, oh just how euphonic your voice is when you address him by his first name. The way he gets grumpy whenever you talk to others other than him. This feeling that you unintentionally introduced to him was somewhat welcoming and quite distracting. He finds himself constantly checking up on you more than himself to which constitutes his schedule to be more packed up.

Norton is practically over the moon upon finding out you return his feelings. All his insecurities and worries were drowned by your warmth. Maybe love is something he desires all along.

Upon arriving in the manor, achieving the prize was one of his biggest goal; which was what everyone received in their invitation letter. Oh how wrong he was after he met you. You’re… a very malicious person, you know that, right? You’re… so unfair to begin with.

Love is something Norton began to fear. He began to be blinded by your affection and beauty, eventually forget that we, humans, are fragile creatures. Norton was hypnotized, fell under your spell of love, and mesmerized by you.

You are a liar, a dirty liar. Norton wailed his heart out, repeating the word “liar”. You promised that you’d stayed with him until the two escaped this damned manor. Yet here you are. Lying lifelessly in front of the exit gate with blood trails. You hadn’t even let out your last words, your last “I love you”, your last cheerful voice whenever you called him, and your last smile. You were just gone, dead like that.

He despised you for everything you did to him. How selfish could you be after everything you did just for you to leave him like this, all miserable by himself.

Love is something he fears.

For now, he will experience the grief of love.

#identity v oneshots #identity v norton #idv oneshot #norton x reader #norton campbell #identity v x reader #idv norton #idv prospector

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nifreti-ii · 2 years

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Andrew Kreiss x Tattoo-Pierced Reader

Big scary reader treating Andrew right. I imagen the reader being about 6'3 since Andrew’s cannon height is about 6'1. (art by me)

We all can agree that around the time that Identity V takes place, being pierced and tattooed wasn’t commonplace.

So you could imagen everyone’s surprise when you waltzed in looking the way you did.

Ears decked out in silvery and gold metal, your lips, nose, and eyebrows adorned in similar colors.

What skin was visible underneath your clothing was covered in intricate sharp edges and symbols.

Symbols Andrew, without a doubt, thought were pagan.

I mean, the bible explicitly forbade it! Only a pagan, an awful person, would surely ever do that.

Right?

It was during a match that Andrew started to possibly reconsider that thought.

The Ripper had chaired everyone but you and Andrew.

The ciphers were done, the gates ready to be open.

Everything was going well. That was until the Ripper got the jump on Andrew and chaired him.

There sat Andrew, waiting to be sent back to the manor, expecting you to leave.

That was until he heard running.

To his surprise, he saw your lumbering figure rushing towards him, a look of worry plastered on your face.

You gently but swiftly untied him from the chair and immediately picked him up.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” Andrew yelled out in shock, his pale skin making him redder than a rose.

You let out a hearty laugh, running to a gate.

When the both of you returned to the manor, you immediately took him to Emily.

You spent the whole time helping Emily asking Andrew if he was okay, apologizing if something hurt him, and saying how glad you were for being able to reach him in time.

Andrew was so shocked that all he could do was nod as you fussed over him.

Perhaps it was his poor eyesight, or maybe you were deceiving him. But you seemed genuinely worried about him.

Bloody hell! You even walked him back to his room!

Andrew felt so conflicted, so confused.

He spent his entire life being told that pagans were uncivil, savage creatures. Yet you were so gentle and kind to him.

His flustered face soon burned with rage. No, you weren’t a kind soul, you were just doing this to trick him.

It was no secret that Andrew was religious. This must be a ploy to deceive him into becoming your friend, Just to taunt him for believing anyone would befriend a monster.

In the morning, you came to his room, gently knocking, asking if he was awake.

Andrew had spent the whole night fuming, and hearing you arrive at his door made him explode.

Rushed steps could be heard as he slammed his door open and dragged you in.

“Y-you think this is funny!?” He yelled out, vessels popping through his skin.

You looked down at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Y-you’re tricking me! You’re only being k-kind to make a fool out of me!” His body shook as he stared up at your face.

You slowly approached Andrew, hurt and confusion plastered on your face. “Why would you think I would do that?”

Andrew sputtered, turning redder. “T-this ploy of being kind to me! To be kind to me just so you could remind me of the monster I am!”

You both stood there silent.

Slowly you reached out, hesitating as Andrew flinched.

Gently you grabbed his hand and looked at him sincerely. “Why would I think you’re a monster?”

Andrew stood there, his rage long since dissipating. “Just l-look at me.”

“I am, and all I see is a man who’s been lied to his entire life.”

His head flew up to look at you. Your eyes are soft, a smile covering your face.

You looked beautiful.

You sat both of yourselves down and told him how you were treated as a spectacle where ever you went. How people would whisper, saying you belonged in a freak show and off their streets.

You choose to have piercings and tattoos, so their ignorance never fazed you.

Smiling, you told Andrew there was nothing wrong with him. And if he wanted it, you could help make his everyday life a little easier.

Andrew stared in silence. The only person who ever treated him this kindly was his mother…

“Please don’t cry…” You say, gently wiping away his tears.

“How about we grab breakfast and make our way to Emma’s garden? We might be able to find something to help you go in the sun without having to wear so much clothing.”

Andrew nodded slowly, getting up with you.

A small smile graced his face as you both walked out into the hall.

Who-boy. I’m not too sure how this came out lol. I kinda like it and I think I did an okay job writing, though I am sorry if he’s a little OOC (I used the Japanese in-character Twitter replies to get a better idea of his character. Anyways any constructive criticisms are happily accepted

Check out my Masterlist for my art and writings. :3

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butterfly-keeper · 2 years

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Call of abyss

Warning: religion, violence implicite, murder, platonic relationship, limb amputation, main character death, post-manor.

Since you were little you were always told that there was only one God, that there was no one else but him and that all the other gods that people praised were pagan gods, beings that did not really exist and that they were blasphemy and those who believed in other gods were sinners . It sounded so stupid, people who believed in the existence of other gods.

Wouldn't they think the same of the beliefs of others?

You know why they told you about that, they didn't want you to believe in another god, specifically the supposed goddess who lived in the same town, Grace, the adopted daughter of a family.

From the moment that Grace had arrived in town, the drought had ended, at that time you were not yet born.

You had watched as a group of children chased after a girl, Grace, maybe a year or two older than you. You watched from the legania, as they were sneaking out, with morbid curiosity of how all this would end, you decided to follow them.

You hid behind some trees, analyzing the situation, it seemed that Grace had gotten into a lake, the children who were chasing her were on the shore, telling her things that you were not able to hear from a distance.

You waited a long time, until they left, leaving little Grace alone. You watched a little longer, waiting for her to come out of the water but she just didn't.

"If you don't get out of there, you'll shrivel up like a dried fruit."

Grace turned towards the shrill voice, looked at another child, somewhat younger than her.

She just watched, didn't say anything, just watched the child carefully.

"Can't you talk?" Asked.

She did not answer.

You analyzed what you got to see of his appearance, his wavy hair with a strange color, but not only that was what caught your attention, but also the gills on his neck.

Grace noticed that you were looking at her gills, she quickly hid in the water up to below her nose.

"If you think I came to bother you like them, no, I was just curious to see you."

Her eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

"I heard from my parents that most of the town believes that you are a deity or something. They want me to stay away from you." You looked down at your tiny feet. "It's kind of silly, isn't it?"

You didn't know when, but Grace had come to the edge of the lake, curious as to what you had to say.

You looked her straight in the eye, making her a little nervous.

"Want to be friends?" You extended your hand to her, expecting her to take it.

Grace looked doubtfully at your outstretched hand, it was like that for a long time. Maybe she didn't want friends and she preferred her solitude, you were about to lower her hand when she took it.

You looked at her with a big smile.

Since then, you and Grace would see each other secretly from your parents, you knew what would happen if they discovered you.

At first Grace kept a distance between you and her, she still didn't fully trust you, it was understandable.

You were trying to gain Grace's trust through gifts, things you found around that were interesting to you and so you thought that maybe Grace would be interested in it.

Perhaps a flower, a dead insect or an object that people threw away because it no longer served them.

To Grace, you were someone… weird, and she liked that.

"What do you think Grace of this?" You showed him a butterfly, perched on your ring finger, with slightly torn wings.

Little by little, your relationship with Grace was improving, she already had enough trust in you.

And with that, the years passed, Grace was already bigger and her beauty stood out.

There were still people who saw Grace as a miracle child. And your parents still believed that she was blasphemous.

Everything had gone normally during those years, until that day came…

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

It started when the drought started once again, I was seeing shortages in fishing again and people only saw one person to blame, Grace.

Everyone turned against her, the people who believed that there was only one God, including your parents, excused that the drought had returned since they had made the true God angry and he had punished them for such an offense and that the only way that this will forgive them was to give him a sacrifice, to the false goddess, Grace.

You put yourself in front of the scared Grace, she had been caught in a fishing net and she couldn't escape they were completely surrounded. It only remained to try to make people see reason, but they did not want to listen.

They called you an accomplice of the false goddess, they decided that God needed not only one sacrifice… but two, the false goddess and her blasphemous companion.

Your parents did not object, they saw with absolute shame how their own descendant had decided to choose to follow the fraud and that you deserved the same punishment as her.

People did not hesitate, they threw you to the ground, they took out a butcher knife with a worn and rusty edge.

"No! No! No! ” you shook desperately, trying to free your limbs, they held tighter. You watched in fear as tears fell along with the cold sweat on your body as the weapon was raised.

"We will start with the blasphemous companion, so that the phony can see what awaits her."

“Grace! ”

The butcher knife hurtled down toward your feet, slamming into the bone, shredding the meat in the process.

A cry of pain escaped your mouth, you jerked faster, just like a fish out of water, trying to jump away.

From the small space that allowed you to see the bodies that supported you, you saw Grace. She cried, seeing how you suffered, without being able to do anything.

"Grace-" Another blow from the knife to your feet made you yell louder. Losing eye contact with Grace.

It went on like this over and over again, until finally your feets were ripped off your legs, following these, they shredded them until they were completely useless.

At some point you stopped feeling pain, you could hardly hear anything and your vision was blurred by tears.

Your suffering was not enough for people, they took your face in their hands forcing you to see how they did the same to Grace.

Everything was so unlucky, why? God, if you exist… Why do you allow this to happen? What fault do we have? Do we not matter to you? You are so cruel…

At some point, they had tied you and Grace to an anchor, you couldn't think what they would do anymore. Why an anchor? What will they do?

The strong impact of the water hitting your body and Grace's awakened your senses one last time, the cold water sent chills throughout your body, your amputated legs left a trail of blood in the water, the contact of your wounds with the water it burned It was extremely irritating, you just wanted it all to be over at once.

You felt the water in your lungs, slowly losing consciousness and the last thing on your mind was Grace, you couldn't see her, only her hair moving in the water.

Your hand trailed towards Grace's hand, trying to intertwine your fingers with hers.

Slowly everything turned black, it was cold, too cold, that annoying beep intensified and you didn't feel anything. Unfortunately you didn't feel how Grace's fingers joined between yours and little by little they began to change…

It was fun while it lasted.

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cooliofango · 2 years

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Requests open!

With my current hyperfixation shifting, I’m opening request for Identity V requests! I do reader inserts and ships with canon characters and I will write headcanons, oneshots, and I’m recently attempting to make letters from one character to the other/reader!

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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and now, for a request that took me six months to start writing and two months to finish due to personal stuff. jesus christ i should start including financial compensation alongside my fics.

anyways happy spooky szn everyone!! now that my reqs are finally empty i'll be reworking my page soon and opening them again💞

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

tags/heads up: reader is a maid, gender not specified, one sided enemies to lovers kinda????, suggestive only if you squint really hard and get your eyes reaaaally close to the screen (theres only kissing tbh)

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Being a survivor was never easy. Peer pressure from both your team and people outside it, dealing with all sorts of blows directed right at you - either the physical ones, by the hunter, or the verbal ones from the other survivors.

But being a survivor AND a servant? It made things even worse.

Right after a match, it was only a matter of time when you'd hear groans and whines about how there's no tea and biscuits served in the living room, how there's so much dust on library shelves, how stained the floor in the hall is. And there was no time to catch a break, hell, no time to heal either. You roughly wiped your bloodstained knees, plucked out pieces of wood that dug themselves into your palms, and got back to work. As drops of remaining blood rolled down your leg and you felt your hips crack each time you bent down, you got back to your everyday cleaning service. As you were a maid - the only one that was available at all times, at least, and the only one who was actually living and not just a stitched-up corpse - most if not all of the household manor duties ended up a burden on your back. Strolling between the survivor side and the hunter side, you served warm cups of lemon tea, handed clean towels, even polished shoes. And my god, there was no mercy from either side. Everything was always "not good enough", and most of the time you barely even got a "thank you" handed back. One time, one especially daring hunter dared to spit on you as you scrubbed the tiles beneath him - let's just say that the handle of your broom got to his ankles quite quickly.

The maid life was ugly, but it had its benefits, too. For example, you heard all sorts of juicy gossip dealt from mouth to mouth, from ear to ear, dark secrets from every single person inhabiting the manor. And as most people ignored you unless they needed some unimportant favor from you, in the meantime there was plenty of alone time you could use up until the next bell ring. Curled up in a hidden part of the library, a plate stacked with softened butter cookies by your feet, your free time was spent dozing off on the soft, velvet cushions of the hard sofa by the foggy window, your eyes occasionally skimming through a yellowed book.

"Oh, sorry." Helena mumbled as the tip of her cane accidentally scratched your hand as you scrubbed the floor. "I knew you were somewhere in front of me, but I didn't know where exactly."

"It's all good, Hele." Helena was one of the more polite residents, but it was just part of her nature - shy, polite, respectful. Compared to everyone else, she was just a kid after all.

You achingly checked the grandfather clock looming over you, waiting eagerly until it rang for five o'clock and signaled your break for the day. Yesterday you stumbled over a really good book, with a fascinating plot decked into at least five hundred pages. You barely got to skim over the first few when you heard a whine from the living room, demanding a serving of pastries. It kept you up all day long and you could barely contain yourself from running to your little haven straight away.

At last, your deserved break came, and you almost tripped over the carpet folds as you ran towards the rusty trapdoor separating you from your one-hour paradise. Yet, as you lunged right for the piled-up cushions, you noticed a figure.

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

The exact same one you picked up and tucked under the pillows yesterday, so no one can get their grubby little hands on it except you.

And, to top it all off, it was no other than the novelist, Orpheus, who was sifting impatiently through the pages, splayed on your sofa like a frog, his leg bouncing nervously.

Ugh, that Orpheus. He was polite and all, one of the exceptions, good-looking even, but god did something about him rub you the wrong way. He always said hello, said goodbye, said thank you and please, smiled back at you, yet...

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

The position he was in right now really wasn't helping.

"Hello, sir Orpheus." The "sir" title you had to use out of respect awfully repulsed you, even more so than "lady". Perhaps it was the undertone of uttermost submission unavoidably coming with it. "May I ask you, what are you doing here?"

"Oh. Well, I was on a.... little expedition, will you", he chuckled, nervously playing with the buttons on the cuff of his shirt, "Y'know, messing with the bookshelves and what not, when I stumbled upon this fine little room. Seems like I'm not the first one to discover it, am I?"

"No, you're not." You forced yourself to smile, and sat right by him, the cushions dipping under your weight and slightly pulling you two closer. "I've claimed it as my own, in fact. I believe you don't mind that, do you?"

"I-I don't mind it at all! No no, how could I? Well, I..." He mumbled nonsense, trying to hide his face as he cleaned his monocle. He seemed especially nervous today, and he wasn't the calmest in general, either. "...may I assume you don't mind me staying a bit longer here, do you?"

You sighed. Well, maybe some company instead isn't a bad thing. Even if it was him. "I'll let it slip this time. Want some cookies?" You pulled out a scratched tin box from under one of the big cushions, and messed with the tightly clasped lid. "They're a bit stale, but they taste just fine."

He pressed his lips into a thin line. Hesitatingly, he picked a crumbling cookie and wrapped it in his handkerchief. "Thank you for welcoming me so nicely despite your... condition, y'know. I can only imagine how hard it can be having the role of a maid and a competitor at the same time." There was pity in his voice, a hint of internalized shame, maybe. Willingly or not, his last sentence created an uncomfortable silence between you two, and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke it.

"...You're welcome", you went in head-first into the conversation, "but I really don't need your pity. I didn't get a lot of it in the first place, and I sure don't need it now. My life is what it is, and neither of us can change it."

He sighed. "I suppose you're right", he said as he got up and stretched, "just saying, though.. accepting empathy or help here and there really isn't that humbling as it seems." He calmly walked through the trapdoor, as if he didn't say anything.

God. You decide to be nice for once and you get back a lesson instead? How fun. Especially when it's from someone who you thought you could confide in. But you're not going to allow his words to get to your skull - there's so much better things to think of compared to that....

"My apologies, dear." Michiko whispered as she quickly tiptoed away, accidentally bumping into you the second before.

"I'd advise you to be more careful where you tread, doll", Joseph suddenly appeared in the hallway, weaving his words with his usual husky yet elegant voice, "I believe you don't want any accidents to occur while working, hm?"

Out of almost all of the (adult) hunters, Joseph was the most talkative. And you were no exception - he regularly spoke to the other survivors, often scaring them by whispering from behind their back or jumping out of the shadows. He wasn't trying to form strong relationships, obviously, but it seemed like he wasn't the type to withold his comments. After some time spent observing you deduced that Joseph might be a little bit too fascinated with you - or at least a little bit too interested in chatting with you.

"No, Joseph, I, in fact, don't.", you groaned as you threw the broom back in your bucket, "Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about your own wellbeing, old man? Should I bring you some balm for your sore limbs?"

He clicked his tongue. "Tch. You know I have good intentions, dear." One blink later and he already merged with the shadows, looking for someone else to talk to.

"Woah. What was all that about?" You heard a voice behind you, a bit shaky and uncertain. It was - you sighed - Orpheus again, in his hands a ceramic tray stacked with porcelain dishes and silverware, a warm scent of mint emitting from the glossy teapot. He wasn't having a good time trying to balance it in his arms.

"Nothing. Just Joseph being Joseph. Mind me taking this for you?" you grabbed the tray in an instant, now much more stable under your grip.

"I...do, actually." He slowly pulled the tray back towards him, a bit hesitantly now as his hands shook beneath it again. "I thought once you finish we could sit down for tea. Y'know, just the two of us. In the little room in the library. I can bug Norton for some of his tres leches if you want. Or maybe Margaretha for pierogi if you're craving something savory instead... Sorry, I wanted it to be a suprise." He looked away, bashfully, as if he regretted doing all of this in the end. You weren't sure what had gotten into you at that moment, but you suddenly felt that if you don't accept his offer now, you might feel really bad later on. Like looking at a sad little puppy's beady eyes.

"Thinking of it now, it doesn't seem like a bad way to pass the afternoon. I'm in."

You puffed at the steam coming from your cup.

"Joseph really gets on your nerves, hm, ____?"

"A bit, yeah. Snooty old man."

"Ah, come on now, he isn't that bad. He's quite pleasant to talk, actually. A little intimidating, very peculiar, but pleasant. Most of the time."

"Wish it was like that when playing against him. I go through hell and back while dressing my wounds because of his damned rapier. How did it even get approved by the owner?

"He's a veteran, so I believe they decided to let it slip back then. Or maybe he just swayed DeRoss off of his feet with his Frenchman charm and the two lasers he has for eyes."

You almost choked on your tea. Orpheus had a suprisingly sharp tongue, unfitting with his unsuspecting face and downturned eyes. He took off his gloves - revealing rough yet nimble fingers - and scooped some pierogi onto his plate.

"Was this a pleasant enough suprise for you?"

"Well, for the first time someone has been nice to me in a while, it's quite delightful, I admit."

"You mean, you wouldn't consider Joseph being polite towards you as "being nice"?"

"Hm?"

"Oh, just wondering, since I overheard bits of your conversation today. He didn't really sound rude, did he?"

"I mean, he wasn't rude or anything, it's just...I don't know how to explain it. Yeah, people are nice to me, actually, quite a lot of them, but they rarely go beyond their words. They don't put them into action."

"I see. I believe it gets annoying with time."

"It does."

"Do you put what you say into action, too?"

"...What are you implying?"

"As in, when you like a person or care for them, do you also try to put into action your love for them?"

"Orpheus, I put everything into action. Every day. That's my job as a maid."

"Yes, I...know that very well, but do you put love in action, too?"

"I don't have time for love. Nor is there anyone to fully love here, I fear. Just tolerate and like, maybe. If they're really nice."

He sat up straight, his thumb trailing his bottom lip back and forth.

"See, I'm no expert, but I do feel that you're denying yourself of something you don't know you need most."

Leaving you puzzled, he got up and left the room.

"Orpheus, have you ever kissed somebody before?"

He suddenly jolted, staring back at you from the other edge of the sofa.

"What kind of question is that?" He tilted his head, pouring milk into his tea. One tea break ensued after another, and now it has become an unspoken rule to bring something to sip (or munch) on to the library hideout as the clock struck for afternoon.

"You know how they portray poets and novelists. Romantic, sensual, passionate. I just assumed you already have some experience with dating."

A faint pink flashed his cheeks. "Well, now, what is it that prompted you to ask me? And now, of all times?"

Sip by sip, sentence by sentence, and you got quite close to Orpheus in these few months. You couldn't help but think about his words here and there - to do something with love, not just because you have to. Or out of love. Whatever. The following day after he brought you tea for the first time, you felt the moral obligation to invite him for lunch. And so the cycle continued, an opportunity to chat appeared along with it, and in Orpheus you now saw a friend. Perhaps. There were bits of joy in the moments when you picked out the perfect flavor for the day or played with coffee cream, attempting to make some designs with it.

No, in fact, there was no real reason behind your question. It seemed fitting enough for the moment, and maybe, just maybe, you wanted to catch him off guard again.

"Felt like it."

He cleared his throat. "Well, if you're so curious about it.... not really. Fangirls were common but... I'm simply not very experienced. Some may see me as charismatic but once things get a little bit more serious I don't know what to do. Was that the answer you expected from me?"

It was a bit ironic. A bit cute, even. How his charisma only reached up to actual love, the real thing. The same thing he remarked you needed the most.

"Funny. The Orpheus, the detective novel author, afraid of love? Out of all things?"

It didn't take long for him to pout his lips, looking away in shame. "To be fair, there's quite a bit to be afraid of in love. There's commitment, passion, building trust, insecurity... It takes a lot to love."

"I see."

"May I ask you the same question?"

"Which one - if I've ever kissed someone? Never. Never had the opportunity. Never felt the need, in fact. It wasn't a necessity to have a partner, only a plus. It's not something to be terribly afraid of. I believe it just happens and, well, you go with the flow."

"Well, maybe you never feared it because you never reached its starting point."

"Oh, Orpheus, you're supposed to be a novelist, not a philosopher."

The library sofa is quite practical. If you pull the compartment at the bottom of it a little too hard, it can be stretched out, turning it into a large comfortable bed, although a bit rough on the skin.

You and Orpheus laid on the sofa-bed, directly facing the large window, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

"It's really calming here. Lulls you right to sleep." He started, his monocle set aside. Now having a better look at his so-to-speak "monocled" eye, you noticed it's more downturned than the other.

"...Mhm." Already half asleep, you turned your head towards his face, soaked up his profile through lidded eyes.

"____ , is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine. Juuust fine. I'm just a bit sleepy."

You looked at his hand, laying by his hip between you two, fingers twitching here and there nervously. He never took his gloves off in front of you except for when he was eating.

"You can go take a nap if you want. I'll wake you up once it's time to go."

Your hand mindlessly headed towards his and your fingers pinched at the satin gloves, trying to take them off his hands.

"No, I think i'm good."

He sighed sharply. That wasn't a sigh of annoyance, it was a sigh of pain, like trying to breathe deeply while your heart aches.

"God, no. Please, ____ , don't do this to me."

He was scared, and now you were too, but his hand remained still. Torn between pleasure and horror. His fingers cold and nimble, his hand rough and calloused again. For an unknown reason, you wanted to hold it, from the second your gaze switched to it.

"I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

Your fingers finally fit between his, palm to palm. It was weird. Like holding a pleasantly cold cup and trailing across sandpaper at the same time. But it felt good. It felt safe, secure, like it could last forever.

"You know what you're doing."

You felt his fingers tighten around your hand, gripping it tightly.

"...Please keep on doing it."

Seven o'clock.

An envelope in your hands. Your name written on it in the prettiest cursive you've seen, like a treat, baiting you to open it.

But you held back.

You waited.

The door creaked behind you. Not turning back, you spoke softly:

"Orpheus."

"____"

Your name uttered between breaths.

The clack of his shoes, his weight switching from leg to leg, his breathing becoming louder. You could now feel it on your neck. The chilling warmth.

"Why didn't you open the letter?"

"You know why."

"You're cruel."

"But you came anyways."

He sighed. "... for love." It sounded heavy coming from his mouth.

"For love." You smiled, the word now as light as a butterfly. The knife tore through paper and you skimmed through the lines of words, a careful gaze watching you as you did so.

"...What do you think?"

"It's wonderful."

"I know what's on your mind."

You turned towards him now. Face to face. Mere inches separating your eyes. Eyes, wandering everywhere else except towards what laid in front of them.

You tried to lay your hands around his neck. You tried, really. But the look in his eyes already denied you before you even started.

His hands quickly reached for your lowering wrists.

"Give me a moment, I beg of you." He whispered, shaking.

His lips indecisevly hovered above your lips, then your neck, your nose, your cheek. You closed your eyes firmly, only opening them once you felt comforting warmth on your jaw. He pulled back, leaving a translucent string of saliva as he parted.

"I know it wasn't as magical as you expected it to be. I'm sorry, ____ ."

"We barely even started, Orpheus."

He tried to object, to bury himself again, but before the words could slip from his mouth, your lips shut him up. And so, in a mere moment, the unspoken words did not matter anymore.

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momo-hearts · 7 months

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Sleepy Time.

Composer x Insomnia! Reader.

Everything is so quiet nothing made a sound except for pen gliding across the paper as the writer itself kept writing in a slow manner. Stopping then continuing, keeping the loop open as the singular candle that is the only sole light source blinking and almost taken out. You would stare at the candle as you stopped your pen, sighing as you stand up and grabbed the match that sat on top of you drawer, as you light the candle, the door creeked open as you turn your head towards the source of the sound. There stand your partner, white hair and that long red coat draped over his shoulder as he walked to you. "Beloved... It's late you should sleep. " he voiced with a sigh as he carress the eyebags under your eyes as a murmur was heard from you. "Later... I still have some more stuff to do.. " "no no, you sleep. It's 2 in the night... It'll be terrible for your health if you continue this.. " he intrude as Frederick would put his coat over your shoulder, closing in the distance as his hand brushed against your own warning a slight twitch of surprise. "Join me for a bit.. " his tone carried worriness as he tried to perswayed you to sleep or to rest. No matter what he was quite stern when it comes to sleeping.

He was always like this after he gotten to know you and before this relationship was established between you both, you have to admit it's quite charming for him to care about your sleep cycle. A humming of a lullaby would be heard as the composer sang, urging you to sleep, you try to fight the urge to fall asleep right then and there but his voice always make you weak for him. You eyes started to grow heavy as you vision slowly blurred out, only the sound of a muffled lullaby as you soon slumberred off in his hold.

He smiled at your sleeping form with a grunt he pick you up and put you down on a comfortable bed. The one where he shared with you many times on nights like this, he lay you down on the coldest side as he kissed your forehead good night.

"Good night, my beloved. "

With that the candle that you once lit, unlit it self from the wind.

#identity v x reader #identity v #idv x reader #idv #frederick kreiburg x reader #frederick kreiburg #composer #composer idv #composer x reader #oneshot

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t1da1-wav3s · 4 months

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Hello!, Your apple addict M🧃 here!

Im excited to say this is my first post!, I’ve seen many people on this platform making posts about one shots and stuff so I decided to also do something’s like that!, I’ll try and figure out how to open requests so you can ask for me to write anything!, of course I do have boundaries for my asks so as long as it’s reasonable I’ll try to do it

I’m in a lot of different fandoms so I’ll try to write for those and if you ask for a character from a fandom I’m not apart of I’ll try to look it up and make it very similar to the character you requested!, this is the listing of all the fandoms I’m in!, warning my writing is not the best as I’m still a beginner but I’ll try to make it on par to all of your standards!

- Genshin impact (self aware included)

- Honkai star rail (self aware included)

- Identity V

- Twisted wonderland (self aware included)

- Jujutsu kaisen

- Obey me (it’s been a long time since I last played)

- Reverse 1999

Thanks for reading!

-Your apple addict M🧃 Out!

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #identity v #twisted wonderland #jujutsu kaisen #obey me #reverse 1999 #genshin sagau #sahsrau #oneshot

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yugen001 · 6 months

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Dinnertime (Charles Holt oneshot)

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‼️ (No warnings apply, its just mostly descriptions, a bit of angst maybe)

The bright blue hue slowly faded to a deep purple, as the sun slowly removed itself from above the ethers.

A trembling, outstretched hand began to reach towards the sky, but was held pressed against a cold window.

An eye, sunken and dark, glinted out from a curtain of straw-like hair stared longingly beyond the clouds.

What is the point of redemption if there is nothing left to redeem?

“Charles?” A faint voice echoed from behind a closed door, followed by a set of rapid knocking.

Charles said nothing, dropping his hand and making his way to his door as the knocks pursue.

The door creaked open and he was greeted by a shorter female, her bright, orange, frizzy hair loosely tied into two ponytails.

“Hey, Charles!” Her raspy voice interrupted.

“Lily.” Charles muttered and nodded, greeting her mutually.

“They asked me to call you downstairs for dinner.” Lily stretched. She’d probably been sitting all day.

Charles nodded again. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

Lily simply nodded in approval and whistled a repetitive tune as she walked off and disappeared around a corner.

Charles momentarily shut the door and turned back around, his visible eye panned across the room.

Papers and material were scattered about, some in better shape than others. His metal trashcan was filled with crumpled up stained sheets of parchment.

Soft, early moonlight illuminated the depressive heap of clutter on his table. Empty alcohol bottles stood dangerously close to the corners of the table, wires were tangled and wrapped around every screw and tool, a box of bandages lay on top of an old blueprint of an engine. An opened envelope with a red seal lay on the seat of the high-stool.

Charles’ eyes fell to the floor. His leather harness was strewn next to his feet by the door. He gently kicked it aside.

In a dark corner of the room, his jetpack. Sturdy, but untrusting. Banged up and imperfect.

Charles could only sigh. Every night he sat in silence, by himself, looking up at the clouds. Part of him fantasized about his second chance, his invitation to the manor.

The rest of him cursed his path in life, wishing things were better, wishing things were different, mourning his happiness, mourning the times when his hands and head would be still and rid of the tremors that haunt his body.

Mourning the loss of Albert Wayne.

Charles silently left his room, untouched, and made his way downstairs.

#fanfiction #identity v #lily barriere #charles holt #charles holt fanfic #lily barriere fanfic #idv fanfic #light angst #oneshot #yugenoneshots #albert wayne mentioned

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luvmaiil · 2 years

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Stay a while

Pairing: Luca x Reader

Pronouns: not specified; gender neutral

Content: mentions of forgetfulness, not eating too much, nor sleeping, fluffy fic, no angst it's just Luca forgetting a bit.

Description: It was nice spending time with him, you just wished he took a bit more care of himself.

Note: I LOVE LUCA.

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Lucas body jolts as he hears the sound if knocking on his door. It wasn't rough, but it was loud enough for him to here over all the clinging and clacking of his inventions.

He hurriedly tries to shake and rub off the grime and oil on his hands so he can atleast try to turn the doorknob in the right direction.

"I'll be there in a sec!" He yelled as he looked for a towel of some sort to wipe everything off.

Once he found what he needed he opened the door as fast as possible.

An excited yelp came out of him as he saw who was at the door. There stood you with a tray of food and water.

"BABYYY, I didn't know you were gunna visit me today"

He takes the tray from your hands and brings it back into his room. Setting it on an empty space on his desk he faces towards you again.

He smiles at you before lunging towards you and bringing you into a big hug. It's so tight you could barely breathe but he lets go after a few seconds.

But that doesn't mean he strays far away from you. He keeps his arms wrapped around you and nuzzles close to you.

You grab the tray and place it on your lap as you sit down on his bed. He keeps close to you and sits down beside you, deciding to take a break now that you're here.

He grabs a bit of bread on the tray and starts eating immediatly.

"I was so hungry, thank you for bring me food" He whines as he keeps munching, as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"When was the last time you ate? I wasn't able to check on you yesterday because of matches."

"Mm, I just didn't eat breakfast is all"

"Honey... it's five in the afternoon"

He looks at you like you were crazy.

"Luca I an not joking, it's five in the afternoon"

He lets out a laugh as he stretches his hand for more food, "I guess I got caught up with my inventions today"

"When do you not"

Your comment makes him laugh again befire he quickly starts stuffing his face with food.

You sat there in comftorable silence as he ate, occasionally glancing towards the things he was making and maybe even inching your hand closer to get a better look.

Luca smiled at your curiosity and he picked up one of his inventions and placed it in your hands.

"I actually made this one for you. As a thank you gift, for always being here for me"

It was a small robot pet, it twitched a bit as you held it in your hand but it was still amazing in your eyes.

You thank Luca with a big hug and a kiss as you try to balance holding him and the small pet as well.

He hugs you tightly and let's out a small hum at the kiss. Not expecting it but still well received.

The robotic pet lets out a small noise before it twitches more and it makes you both pull apart.

Now that you checked out if Luca was okay, it was time for you to leave and do your chores. You pick up the tray and move towards the door before he grasps at your clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to go do chores around the manor hun"

"Can't you stay a bit longer? I promise it won't take too long, I just wanna spend some time with you"

The expression on his face wasn't helping you at all, you just couldn't say no.

You sit back down on his bed as he sits on the chair by his desk.

He starts explaining to you everything he was doing while you were away and explains to you how he did each one. You commented here and there, how you liked some of the different aspects if each one and how original it all was.

Before you knew it, the sky outside the window was dark and crickets started chirping.

The light by Lucas desk illuminated his face elegantly, but you could see the dark circle below his eyes.

You tut as you grab his hands and move him towards his bed. At this point his movement was sluggish and his eyes were droopy, he must have pulled an all nighter yesterday.

He never told you stuff like that, he was scared it would worry you too much. So he kept a lot to himself, not because he didn't trust you or anything like that. It's just because he doesn't want you to be worried about him.

You always coming over to check up on him was more then enough, sometimes he wishes he could do the same for you.

It just wasn't in him, he forgets easily, but he still tries his best. While you showed your love for him through different acts to help him out, he showed his love in other ways.

Thats what made you guys an amazing pair, especially in matches. You both worked differently, but you guys still complemented eachother really well.

You can't help but smile while you think of that, silently hoping he thought the same as you did. You were certainly correct.

Luca thought about you a lot when you were away from eachother, just as you did the same.

You two had a bond that others may not, both overwhelmingly grateful for eachother.

And as you both tuck into bed together you can't help but smile harder.

"I forgot to do the chores.."

"Fuck the chores" Luca grumbles out as he cuddles up to you.

[1015 words; may/12/22]

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