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Mending Hearts♡ ♡ ♡

Synopsis: How you comfort them through both physical and emotional turmoil.

Aesop Carl

It isn’t that you don’t get along with Aesop; all things considered, you have the best relationship with him out of anyone. Sometimes, however, he is simply indecipherable. Most days, you can tell how he feels from his expressive body language, despite his inscrutable face, and communicate with him clearly, but on the days where something is off, it is quite difficult to get through to him. You know that the key to any good relationship is communication, but it’s hard and it takes a lot of courage on your part just to talk about the things that bother you. He never seems to understand that.

At the current moment, he hasn’t talked to you in two days, and your last interaction consisted of you attempting to console him after some particularly unkind words were said to him regarding his performance during a recent match.

“You sound just like them.” His voice has a cold and distant sound to it, reaching your ears with a harsh bite.

“What?” You can’t help but gasp in shock, his words hitting hard, having just been in a tender moment. 

“Your words have no meaning behind them, it's all noise.” 

"I know that my words may not seem like much right now, but I want you to know that I care about you." You listen to your voice, trying to place yourself in his shoes, but you just can’t. You’ve been there for him practically since you met him, and you know he’s having a hard time, but how can he say that? You can hear the sincerity in your tone, you know how it's supposed to sound. But he doesn’t get it. 

“Leave me alone.” 

“Aesop-” You try once more to negotiate a balance or some way that you don’t have to end the conversation with both sides unhappy. He wouldn’t allow it.

“I need space right now.” He forces out, gruff, though his voice still soft and low. 

“That's… fine, just let me know when you’re ready to talk.” Resigned, you walk away, giving him the space he desires, but nothing more than that.

That “space” has persisted for days, and this time, you weren’t going to be the one to apologize, or even speak first. You always do and it’s hard. If he isn’t willing to give a little effort, then… you hate thinking about it, that if he won’t speak to you then anything you could’ve had would be over. All the good moments, being happy with him, hearing his infrequent, yet impactful laughs, it will have meant nothing. The fact that he was giving you the silent treatment, even though you weren’t sure if he was even aware of it, made you want to cave. But this time, you held your ground. After a while, you began to feel childish. You wanted to move past this and to forget the conversation ever happened, but what would you even say to him? He asked for space and you provided, and now you were just going to ignore that for the sake of not wanting to be uncomfortable. What kind of a person would that make you? Now it’s immature both to not say anything, and to talk to him. The situation confuses and frustrates you, and all you really want is a little bit of comfort, just a single word of encouragement from him would solve your inner turmoil, but you’re in the midst of a silent treatment, so you can’t even get that. 

You decide it's best to move on and think about something else. This shouldn’t affect you this much, and yet, the situation stays in the forefront of your mind. The days drifted by, blurring together in indistinct monotony, and still, the silence lingered between you and Aesop. It was a heavy weight on your heart, a constant reminder of the distance growing between you. You found yourself going through the motions of daily life, but your mind was consumed by thoughts of him. It was hard to focus on anything else when the person you cared about most was shutting you out. You forced your mind to think about anything else, in fact, having thrown your entire person into distracting yourself, you seemed to improve in your game performance, and yet, you could not help but wander back through your thoughts to Aesop, and a pang of sadness would wash over you. 

It hurt. Claws as sharp as the last words he spoke to you dug deep into your chest, gripping your bleeding heart. You miss his presence, his infrequent bouts of laughter that never failed to make your heart skip a beat, his unique way of seeing the world. You missed the connection you had, the feeling of being understood and accepted, and most of all, you missed the way he made you feel loved, cherished, and appreciated, like you could be yourself, no matter what.

And when you finally see him again, after shielding his face from you for days, he looks as bad as you feel. Sunken in eyes with the beginnings of dark wrinkles under them. His posture is worse than before, and he seems just out of touch enough with reality to not even notice that you sidled up to him.

“You look rough.” You comment, giving him a weak smile and holding out your hand as somewhat of a peace treaty, letting him know that you aren’t mad at him, and you would like to comfort him again, if he were to accept it. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, so quiet you can barely hear it. No one else is around; you still hold yourself back from pulling him into a tight, longing hug. 

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand.” It isn’t long before your unsaid desires are fulfilled as he deliberately closes the gap between you and places his tired head on your shoulder, pulling you into a tender embrace. “Are you alright?” You can’t help but question. These acts of affection aren’t unheard of from him, but certainly aren’t common. 

“I wish to be by your side, I’m sorry for pushing you away. Everything feels… better when you’re with me.”

You only hum in agreement in response, keeping him close to you until he decides he’s ready to break contact, but from the way it feels, that won’t be for a long time.

Luca Balsa

The great inventor Luca Balsa had admitted something to you not too long ago. He told you that he enjoys your presence and that being around you comforts him. He gave you his heartfelt confession, and you reciprocated. To you, this was the obvious outcome to your rapidly developing bond. Since the beginning, the two of you got along like a forest fire, mirroring each other’s exuberance and empathizing with each other at each nadir. Despite all you had already been through together, those experiences only reached the surface of what was to come.

Luca warned you a few times of his unpredictable changes in behavior due to his injury. You really didn’t understand what he meant, as you witnessed his mood swings before, and he had never been violent or even the slightest bit rude to you, but you nodded along each time, promising not to abandon him and to stay by his side through thick and thin. 

This morning, after noticing that Luca was not eating breakfast with the rest as usual, you made your way to his room to check on him. Once, he had asked you not to step foot in his room, and since then you had adhered to this request, and you’ve never seen the inside. Diligently, you knock on his door, announcing that you were here to ensure his well-being. All you got was a groan in response. 

“Luca, are you alright? Can I come in?” You pry, pushing yourself against the door to hear the other side.

“No, no I’ll be there in a second.” You heard his weary voice call. A soft thump then a louder one rumbles the door, before Luca, disoriented, stumbles out. He did not look good. His usually ruffled brown hair was a mess, as if he had been gripping his hair, it stuck out in certain places. His eyes were puffy, and his scared one almost completely shut. 

“Luca, you look horrible, please go lay down. I’ll bring you-” 

“No, I’m fine!” His frantic voice and waving hands cut you off. You waited. He took a step, then lowered his head into his hands, grasping at his temples and groaning softly.

“You are not fine.” You respond simply, taking his hands in yours. You gently push open his door to lead him to bed and you're struck with speechlessness at the sight of his room. Papers, tools and trinkets littered everywhere. Some torn paper stuck up with illegible writings scrawled half on the paper and half on the wall. His bed was unmade and there were a few dents and scratches all over his walls. When you come face to face with the words “Do not forget” written over and over, you realize why he never let you in his room.  

You could have forgotten he was next to you, too distracted by the state of his room, but his shudders and reactions to pain called your attention back to him, who now clings to your legs as he stabilizes himself to sit on the floor. 

“Come here, Luca.” You whisper, kneeling to his level and taking his head in your hands, brushing his hair back with your fingers, and putting a light, circular pressure on his temples. He leans into you, unable to hold back his rolling tears from his physical and mental distress. Unable to form any response for his harsh, quick breaths, he welcomes your comfort with a strong grip, beginning to sob into your shoulder. You do your best to help him, whispering sweet words to him and hoping your feather-light touch alleviates some of his pain. 

After a long moment, his breathing evens and grip loosens. You remove his face from its place, nestled in your shoulder, and wipe his remaining tears with the tip of your thumb. Neither of you move. You only hold his face, searching his eyes for further signs of discomfort, as he looks straight into your eyes, seemingly more relaxed with each passing second. Only soft breaths and subtle shifts can be heard between you, taking time to just be comforted by each other’s presence. 

Luca then presented you with the unexpected. A smile. Though weak and lopsided, his toothy grin shone through the darkness clouding his head.

“Thank you.” He whispers, pulling you into a tight embrace. Wordlessly, you hug him back. No words were needed to convey your inner feelings. You’d be here for him, always. And you knew that the same was true for him. Like you were made to support each other, the two of you sat in silence, knowing each other’s heart and accepting each other, flaws and all.

Sometimes I just want a hug

Anyways, I had the idea for 2 more characters, where this time they're the ones comforting the reader, but I couldn't make anything stick! I'll keep working on it though <3

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Frederick Kreiburg x reader HC's

|| I played as Frederick for the first time not too long ago and I have fallen in love with his playstyle, I kinda want to main him now ||

Starting with his love language, Frederick is a private person. He never really feels safe and comfortable around others, and it takes a lot for him to open up. For this, I see him feeling loved when one spends quality time with him. It would take a lot, in the beginning, just to be able to spend any time with him. He frequently practices piano, so that would be a good start. All it takes is time and effort to get really close to him, but the return is worth it. 

-He doesn’t really know how to show his love in any other way but if you ask to spend time with him, he’ll always accept

-He’s never touchy, in fact, you will explicitly have to ask him to hold your hand or hug you because he just won’t

-It’s not that he’s particularly uncomfortable with it, he just isn’t used to physical affection of any kind

-so it’s best to take your time

-He’ll always be glad to play the piano for you; he’s passionate about his craft

-That will probably be how most of your time is spent with him for a long while after you first meet

-In a place where he is comfortable, and you, with patience, will help him eventually open up

-He’s had a rough life, and in some ways, he’s happy with his life now, even in the dire situation you all are in

-Just because he’s not ridiculed here, his psychasthenia isn’t as horrible as it has been, he believes things are looking up for him

-He’ll find himself thinking about you more often when you’re away

-He can recognize his feelings and what they mean, and what it means when he thinks of you

-He just never thought he’d be able to experience it

-So, excuse him if he goes about it the wrong way

-He’s the type to blush and stumble over his words, fidgeting and unable to completely stand still when he’s talking about a certain subject matter

-the subject: he would like to court you

-That being, the long and formal process of getting to know someone, spending time together, doing thoughtful things for each other

-Like the gentleman he is

-It would be a long process though, but you’ll spend a lot of time with him

-getting to know each other so wholly and intimately

-And eventually things would evolve from there

-It would be no secret to anyone that you were seeing each other

-Most of your days are spent in close proximity to him

-He claims that being around you is calming, just like how music clears his head

-Your voice has it’s own special melody that makes the world feel still and bearable

-Even if you’re the most chaotic person in existence, he thinks you can do no wrong and being around you changes his world for the better

-Aside from music, Frederick really likes nature. 

-He will often ask to accompany you through strolls through the greenhouse

-Anything that has a distinct, flowery scent, he will stop to smell

-His favorite is Wisteria

-He loves the smell and how it spills over and grows so sporadically, yet is still so beautiful

-If he ever goes to the greenhouse alone to clear his head, he will always bring you back a clipping, usually Wisteria, but if there is something else that happens to catch his eye, he’ll show it off to you

-When in matches, he prefers to stay far from anyone else and decode

-But if you hint at all that you need help, he’ll be right there

-Most of the time, he’s targeted first though

-So he’s very appreciative when you help him out

-When you decode together, he’ll hum what he hears out loud so you don’t have to put up with only the sounds of the cipher machines

-If you lean against him or get close to him, he’ll freeze up and probably miss a few ‘calibrations’ but will not complain

-After a short while, he’ll close whatever distance is between you and maybe hold your hand

-that's really inefficient though, but he doesn’t care

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Teatime Revelations || Michiko x reader

Synopsis: You're close friends with Michiko. Over time, you realize that your feelings are greater than you ever thought they could be.

As a naturally friendly survivor, you found it difficult to actually be upset with the hunters. You knew that, like the other survivors, they had a job to do and were, for the most part, forced to carry out their responsibilities without regard to who they were harming. However, there was one opponent that you seemed to connect with especially. Michiko’s reluctance to inflict injury upon others and her empathy initially drew you to her. Once, randomly, you decided to finally talk to her outside of a match. On a typical afternoon, you waltzed over to where she resided and asked if she would have tea with you.

This was months ago. 

Now, tea, snacks, and chats are, at the very least, weekly. You got along with her automatically and could talk about any and every thing for as long as possible. You finally got to see that not everything in the Manor was about competition and betrayal. Michiko was as sweet as can be towards you and the others, but no one wanted to accept it. You’re the first person to give her a real chance, and she couldn’t be more grateful, but as the months of friendship went by, something changed. 

It’s weird, really. You couldn’t pinpoint when your relationship with her changed. You can easily recall your first conversation with her, and when you became friends, but after a certain point, your feelings started to blur together and what you thought was turned into something you could not describe. It's just something you feel.

Every time you see her, you experience what it's like to be burdenless. Nothing matters except for being with her, and experiencing the good the world has to offer with her. You’ve gotten to a point where you only feel truly relaxed in her presence. All of this, you would never tell her. You couldn’t help from imagining the potential scenario over and over. Just like any other day, you would go to have tea with her, avoiding eye contact and stumbling over your words, and when you finally get it out that you think of her as more than a friend, she’d shun you, tell you that you’re in the wrong and that you will never be any more than friends, if you are even that anymore. 

The image sends chills down your spine. You can’t risk losing the only good thing that has ever happened to you, so, resigned, you watch her smile and laugh when she’s tickled, and sigh wistfully when she reminisces. You watch it all, feeling each pang of love that plucks at your heartstrings when you so greedily want more, but never express it. Oddly enough, you feel as though she has changed, too.

It’s now the middle of summer, the sweltering heat leaving survivors and hunters alike slow and impeded. You, currently stuck in the hottest possible place in the middle of a match, are already sick and tired. Unable to fight against the fierceness of the sun, you run to the safety and shade of the large circus tent on the match grounds. What you find there surprises you. The other three survivors, as well as Michiko herself, spread out across the tent, panting and fanning themselves to attempt to battle the heat.

“So no one was going to tell me you all were hanging out here?” You scoff, but there is no malicious intent behind the words. You sit yourself next to Michiko, thinking about something to say or a joke to make, but nothing comes to mind. Silent, she passes her fan over to you, which allows for a nice breeze to cool you down for a short while. You soon notice that even she has begun to sweat. You nudge her on the shoulder to get her attention, then direct the breeze of the fan towards her.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “Just wait a little longer for me to be able to surrender, then let us get something cold to drink together.” She grins towards you, her dazzling smile melting your heart quicker than the sun ever could. 

“Cold sounds nice,” You sigh in relief at the thought. Just as she said, it wasn’t much longer before the exit gates opened signaling the hunter’s surrender. You decide, instead of following your fellow teammates to your area of residence, you would follow Michiko to your normal meeting spot. Walking hand in hand, you find yourself comfortable with the silence. It's a nice feeling to know that you don’t have to be excitable or funny to make her happy, that you can just be together and that’s all you need. It brings to mind the thoughts you’ve been having recently.

“Michiko, maybe now isn’t the best time to say this, but there’s something-”

“Can you hold that thought, please?” She uncharacteristically interrupts, waving her hands as a blush spreads across her face.

So, this is how it ends. You continue to walk in silence, too embarrassed to say a word, taking her reluctance to hear you out as a definite rejection. You notice her looking at you a few times throughout the duration of the rest of your walk. You try to keep up a bright appearance so as to not make her any more uncomfortable, but it feels as though she can see right through you. The two of you approach the parlor belonging to the hunters, and you notice the usual, small tea table, set up with an extravagant placement. Fruits and iced drinks, flowers and a nice, cold serving of sorbet waiting for you.

“Sorry for making you wait, but I wanted to do something special. I think I know what you were going to say, and if I’m to be honest, I wanted to say it first.” She chuckles, allowing you to take your spot across from her before she continues.

“I know we've been friends for a long time, and you know that I value our friendship more than anything. You're always there for me, no matter what. You make me laugh, you make me think, and you make me feel loved…” You watch her pale face grow a deeper shade of red as she speaks from her heart, directly touching yours. 

“Michiko,” it’s your turn to interrupt, getting to the words before she does.

“Yes?” She breathes deeply in anticipation.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

If u read this, we did not actually match, it was all a dream

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Glimmers of Gratitude || Norton x reader

Synopsis: You've become close with Norton Campbell despite his erratic behavior. On a particularly bad day, you have something that cheers him up!

Norton… scares you a little bit. He always has this distant, unpleasant look on his face, and while he isn’t directly mean to anyone, he seems annoyed at all times. Despite this, you’ve had good conversations with him. Mostly just pleasantries that happen to evolve into real discussions, such as asking him how his day has been and you end up talking about good and bad experiences for what feels like hours. You naturally get along with him, and you can both appreciate that. Occasionally, he’ll become distant towards you, almost out of nowhere. His temper is somewhat unpredictable, but you make it through with some effort on your part. Right now, however, he seems to be in one of his moods. 

He hasn’t talked to you all morning. Even when you waved, sat next to him, asked him how he slept, nothing. You were going to keep at it, you get the feeling that he’s having a rough time and you want to help him through it, but you had to participate in a match. During this match, thankfully, you were left alone to decode. While moving from one cipher to another, you caught something shining on the ground, a very interesting looking rock. When you first pick it up, it’s unassuming, like a normal rock, but once you shine it in the light, you see specks of gold and green and yellow, that just leave you in awe. It reminds you of a certain pair of eyes.

When you get back from that match, without thinking, you go to knock on his door, eager to show him the acquisition you are oh so proud of. It takes him a long time to answer the door after you knock, so long that you think he’s elsewhere, but, slowly, the door creaks open to reveal Norton with horrid posture and eye bags as dark as his mental state. You look from his face to behind him for a short moment, debating with yourself whether or not to leave him alone, but you really can’t stand to see him in this kind of shape, and your will to make him feel better overpowers your dread of making him feel worse. You stand there, silent for an uncomfortable period of time. 

“I wanted to ask you a question, but I get it if you aren’t in the mood to talk.” You start, having difficulty making eye contact with him.

Wordlessly, he opens his door wider to invite you in, shrugging in the process. From your pocket, you fish out the small, unassuming rock you found earlier, taking his hand and placing it gently on his palm. 

“Look.” You tell him, shining a light on the rock to show him the dazzling sparkles deep within it. He watches with you, paying close attention as you show him all the interesting spots you found.

“You had a question?” He finally responds, whilst taking a closer look at your finding.

“Oh, right, I was going to ask you if you knew what it was.”

“Looks to me like Bornite.” He says, matter-of-factly. You weren’t expecting the quick answer. You watch as he closely inspects the mineral and continues. “It’s commonly found in copper mines, but it's not a rare ore. I used to see it a lot…” He trails off, lost in his thoughts once again.

You take a deep breath before taking his hands in yours. You’re determined to boost his spirits at least a little.

“I saw the gold and the green, and the way that it seemed to shine… the first thing that came to my mind was your eyes. Seeing them next to the rock… your eyes are prettier.” You pause before your attempt at flirtation, not knowing how he’ll take it. 

At first, the silence was deafening. You feel like you just made a horrible mistake, like you had poked the ever-volatile bear, but after what felt like a long time, only a few seconds in reality, you notice the beginnings of a bright red spread across his face. He’s stunned. Then, he does the unexpected. He smiles at you. 

“Thanks.” That soft grin widens slightly. His singular word seems to have more application than just one. As if to say: thanks for the compliment, thanks for the gift, thank you for noticing me, and thank you for your comfort.

“Anytime.” You reply with a smile of your own, reciprocating each appreciation with an acknowledgement of your own. 

Maybe you could have said more; maybe you should have. But for now, just being in his presence, both smiling and happy, is enough. There would be plenty of time and opportunity to talk further, but right now, words aren’t needed when you can see his eyes, sparkling just for you.

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CAN YOU DO GANJI X GN!READER MODERN HIGHSCHOOL HEAD CANNONS?? YOU CAN ADD MORE CHARACTERS TOO IF YOU WANT!!

Ganji x reader || Highschool AU Headcannons

-Ganji is both introverted and extroverted. When he’s in class, he’ll stay relatively quiet, answering or asking questions on the off occasion, but mostly just paying silent attention. He has to force himself to focus more than most people, he has trouble sitting still. However, when he’s on the field, he’s like a whole different person. His true self shines through when he plays cricket. Even though he has a serious, almost grim, look on his face when he’s playing, he genuinely enjoys himself. It's easy to catch him smiling each time he runs between the wickets. 

-He never really considered a relationship before, having to focus too much on practice or on school work. You would most likely start talking to him after being paired up for a group project. He’d be… eager to get it done as soon as possible. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he’s just an introvert and also doesn’t like projects. If you’re even a little patient with him and take both conversation slow and show interest in him/his interests, he’d open up to you pretty quickly.

-Ganji is the type to go from strangers to friends to close friends to lovers, instead of just strangers to dating to lovers. Once you get to know him, and he gets to know you, he’ll be quick to become friends. It isn’t difficult to tell what he likes and dislikes early on, he’s big on open communication, and he doesn’t exactly hide his emotions. His sentiment towards you grows each time you notice that he feels a particular way and talk to him about it.

-Melts when you do something as simple as ask him if he is ok when he looks particularly grumpy, or inquire as to what has him so excited if he seems to be livelier than usual. He does do the same, part of how you two got so close is just by talking to each other so much that you practically know what each slump of the shoulders or every slight sigh means. People think you’re dating way before you actually make it official just from how well you know each other.

-Speaking of the public, it’s difficult not to be a bit of the center of attention, at least, when it comes to the other Cricket players. They worry that because their star batsmen is thinking about someone constantly, that he’ll become distracted, but you actually have the opposite effect. If he sees you out in the stands, cheering him on, even just in practice, his energy increases tenfold. He’ll make sure he does his best just for you. The others start referring to you as the team’s ‘good luck charm,’ since, if Ganji is doing good, it benefits the whole team, and if you make his performance improve, then they’ll want you at every game. So expect to be friends with his teammates too, but not as close as you are to Ganji.

-If you do make it a habit to attend his games, he’ll expect affections in return for his performance. “We won the game, shouldn’t I get a congratulatory kiss?” He’ll tease, hugging you close in excitement. On the other hand, if he happens to lose (not likely, by his words) then console him with little displays of affection and sweet words, it will absolutely make him feel better. He makes it a habit as well to take you out for ice cream, or your favorite treat, after a game, just because he feels like it.

-Then, once you have to split ways and go home, he’ll leave you with a lingering hug, one that makes you all the more ready to see him again. Though, you’ll call often outside of school. He prefers to talk to you face to face, but if you’re both busy, sometimes just having you there with him virtually, even when not talking, is nice to him. 

-When at school, it's clear that you are friends with him, but PDA isn’t something he particularly enjoys, he’s rather save the more close and intimate moments for complete privacy. You’ll definitely start sitting together at lunch, and if there’s ever any more partnered projects in whatever classes you may have with him, he’ll partner with you every time. But, most of your time together is spent outside of school. Usually at one of your houses, or at a park, just, enjoying each other's presence.

-You may have to help him study. He will ask you, and be sad but accepting if you say no, but he feels like you help him understand things better, plus, you’re patient with him. Study dates in a library happen often. It’s mostly just before finals, where you both will help each other prepare for tests. He’ll bring two large drinks for the both of you, and just sit down and get it done. He finds your encouragement to be more motivating than anything else. If he seems to be getting overwhelmed, just… carefully lift his face so that he isn’t staring at whatever paper he’s trying to get information from and press a simple peck to the tip of his nose and say: “let's take a break for a minute.” 

-After a short break, maybe you show him something funny on your phone, or you just let him rest his eyes for five minutes on your shoulder, he’ll feel rejuvenated just being around you, going back to his attempt on the practice test he’s taking. He’ll encourage you to stop procrastinating as well. 

-All in all, it's a very chill and sweet relationship. While you’re both young and experiencing life, he’s a great partner to experience life with.

TYSM for this request! I love highschool/college aus!! I hope that this is to your liking!! (*^▽^*)

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When You're Sleepy ✿ ✿ ✿

You're constantly sleepy... How do they react to that?

Characters included: Andrew Kreiss, Kevin Ayuso, Eli Clark, Ganji Gupta

Andrew Kreiss

Andrew sometimes wishes that he had your ability to nod off anywhere. Though, more often than not, he’s concerned for your well being. When catches you sleeping somewhere unsafe, he will, with a degree of hesitation, wake you up and offer to take you to your room. If you don’t wake up, he’ll do his best to stay by your side until you are awake. He has to feel totally safe in order to truly fall asleep, so if he can, he’s going to provide that for you. He’s happy that you feel secure enough to sleep in his presence, so he’s going to do his best to provide a safe place for you to sleep. 

Kevin Ayuso

Kevin can and will let you sleep in his arms. He’s strong enough to carry you anywhere, and if he feels as though he’s getting weaker, he’d train just to be able to lift you and hold you. He’ll be overjoyed if you ask him to hold you, he just loves it so much. He’ll be as sweet as he can, supporting your neck and back so that you can get comfortable and eventually doze off. He’ll always see you to bed every night, no questions asked. After ensuring you’re comfortable under your covers, he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead. If you ask him to stay with you, well, who is he to deny his beloved?

Eli Clark

Eli can’t help but sigh, downcast, when he sees you asleep somewhere other than your room. He doesn’t want to wake you up, he knows you need sleep, but he wants to spend time with you. He will wake you up when he finds you, but will ask if you want to go back to sleep somewhere more comfortable. If you say you want to be with him, he’ll cheer up greatly and do whatever you want to do with you, but if you say you’re still sleepy, he’ll be understanding and loop his arm around your waist to stabilize you while the two of you walk to your room. If he happens to be looking for you and can’t find you, he’ll send Brooke Rose off in a different direction to search for you. He wants to make sure you’re safe. 

Ganji Gupta

Ganji is, in fact, strong enough to carry you as well. He doesn’t often, because he knows how much he hates being treated like an object, so he’ll only carry you if you ask. He believes that you can do things for yourself. He can’t help but catch you and pull you close, however, when he notices you stumbling from fatigue. He will constantly make sure you’re ok, though. If you tell him you’re fine, and just a little sleepy, he’ll leave you alone for like five seconds before he sees you drooping, then make sure you really are ok. 

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A Run of Bad Luck || Tracy x reader

Synopsis: You're having a horrible day, thankfully, Tracy is there to cheer you up!

Pain woke you up in the morning as you fell out of bed onto the cold, hard floor, leaving a tender bruise on your shoulder. You left your room with your shoes untied, causing you to almost trip down the stairs, but you managed to grab the banister before you stumbled face first down however many stairs were left in front of you. Before going to breakfast, you checked on how many matches you had scheduled. Just one. At the table, you were lucky enough that no one talked to you. You weren’t sure you’d be able to form a coherent sentence. 

Now, you are decoding a cipher machine, and you feel the beginnings of an intense heartbeat deep within your chest. Despite the Lawyer informing the team that the hunter happened to be near him, here you were, your bad luck streak continuing, with The Disciple right on your tail. With only a short yowl as a warning, Ann’s cat latched onto your back. Not even a second later, she stunned and hit you. You attempt to throw down a nearby pallet. Ann hits you again, leaving you incapacitated before any ciphers have been completed. Now you’re embarrassed. You rubbed your shoulder which still hurt from falling out of bed, and awaited a rescue. 

You spot Vera out of the corner of your eye coming towards you, ready to rescue. 

“You really couldn’t have contained the hunter for at least one cipher?” She chided as she approached, readying her perfume. 

“I’m a little tired, sorry, Vera.” You couldn’t help the bitterness in your voice.

“We are all tired. That’s no excuse.”

Vera pulls on the ropes tight against you. Ann, with a strike that you can't tell if it's well-timed or lucky, hits Vera and instantly downs her. 

You manage to refrain from saying anything rude, though the temptation is almost overwhelming. Thankfully, Ann takes Vera elsewhere, so you no longer have to resist. The time you have left dwindles. With only a few seconds to spare, Freddy pulls you from your chair too harsh for your liking, but you are aware that they’re both upset with you. 

“Go decode.” He spits the words at you. You don’t say anything in response, running off and letting him rescue Vera. You run to a cipher. It can’t be decoded. You almost scream in frustration as you have to run even farther, tired and hurting, to actually get anything done. 

The cipher you run to is occupied. Just your luck.

“Sorry.” You start to run off again before you’re interrupted.

“Wait… come here.” Tracy’s soft voice stops you. You comply, allowing her to take care of you. “Hey, are you ok?” She questions once she notices your intense shaking.

Again, your emotions control your actions as you try as hard as you can to conceal your agitation.

“Look, I’m fine. Let's just decode.”

“Wait a minute.” She responds, her tone light. She takes your hands off of the cipher, rubbing them pleasantly with her thumbs “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You can’t meet her eyes. “I didn’t sleep well, and I made a simple mistake that everyone’s blaming me for, it's a little frustrating, sorry for taking it out on you.”

“You didn’t take it out on me. It’s ok,” She brings you into a hug before continuing, “Take a deep breath, we’ll get through this, it’s not your fault that they aren’t in the best moods anyways.”

Together, the two of you take a few deep breaths, then get back to decoding.

“And I don’t blame you for anything.” Tracy adds, moments before the cipher is completed. 

“Thank you, Tracy.” You hug her again, then run off to decode alone.

“One more thing!” She yells after you, you stop for a short moment. Holding up her hands, she bends her fingers into a heart shape. “I love you!”

Maybe your luck isn’t so bad!

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Identity V

Love Languages Mini-Series

IDV Ladies Part 1 - Includes: Alice, Anne, Demi, Emily, Emma, Fiona, Helena, Margaretha

IDV Ladies Part 2 - Includes: Martha, Melly, Patricia, Tracy, Qi Shiyi

IDV Men Part 1 - Includes: Lucky, Servais, Kurt, Naib, William

IDV Men Part 2 - Includes: Kevin, Eli, Aesop, Norton, Mike, José

IDV Men Part 3 - Includes: Victor, Andrew, Luca, Edgar, Ganji

Multi-character hcs/one-shots

When They Sing to You - Includes: Demi, Melly, Naib, Norton

Snowball Fights - Includes: Emma, Naib, Victor

A Run of Bad Luck - Includes: Tracy

When You're Sleepy - Includes: Andrew, Kevin, Eli, Ganji

Glimmers of Gratitude - Includes: Norton

Teatime Revelations - Includes: Michiko

Mending Hearts - Includes: Aesop, Luca

Short one-shot - Insert male character x reader

Headcannons!

Mike Morton Relationship HCs

Joseph with a Mute Reader

Ithaqua general and relationship Headcannons

Ganji Gupta Highschool AU

Frederick Kreiburg

Genshin Impact

One-shots

Dark Nights and Warm Mornings - Diluc x reader

Headcannons

Nothing Yet! Check Back Later <3

#Identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #ill re tag this when i have more fics ^^

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IDV Men and their Love Languages pt. 3

Characters included: Victor, Andrew, Luca, Edgar, Ganji

Victor Grantz 

Victor’s intense Scopophobia as well as nervous habits made determining his love language difficult. Despite his inability to talk, as well as his social anxiety, I believe his love language is, in fact, words of affirmation. At first, I vetoed this, since he doesn’t take words at face value and believes that words written and passed back and forth mean so much more. And this still applies! He is overjoyed the first time he receives a letter addressed to himself, and this carries over to receiving letters in the manor. There’s so much one can say to him, and he doesn’t have to trip and stumble through social conventions to get the message!

-You take notice of this early on, not too long after he arrived in the manor

-You thought it’d be cute, or a little funny, to give him a welcome letter and say some sweet things and encourage him and teach him a bit about the games, since he’s a postman.

-He sends a letter back saying how thankful he is for the letter and reveals to you that he isn't one for face to face conversation

-So, you both get to know each other very well though letters

-but he observes you in conversation with others

-he believes that your genuine self comes through when you write letters and that sometimes you pretend to be different around the others

-He really wants to understand your true self better

-To do that, he writes you a letter, basically outlining his thoughts

-after a long time of correspondence, he’s come to trust you

-He asks you to meet him in a quiet, pretty place, like the garden

-There, he writes down a few questions that he expresses his wish for you to respond to them in your own voice, not to write them

-When he realizes that you speak to him the same way you write to him, he gets a little flustered

-One, he feels bad for doubting you, and two, he’s over-the-moon that you entrusted him with your true self practically without hesitation

-That's when he notices you, just as flustered as he is, for seemingly no reason

-“Victor, I have to tell you the truth about something.” You were going to do this through another letter, but now seems like the perfect moment, after having confided in each other with deep feelings and secrets.

-“I’m in love with you.” The words come out before you’re ready. You’re almost breathless, like the words were ripped from your lungs by the impenetrable claws of truth.

-He sits there for a moment, stunned, red gradually spreading across his entire face

-Then, he furiously scribbles something on the paper on front of him, scratches it out, writes something else, scratches it out as well

-Then, finally, he slides the paper towards you

-amongst the messy scribbles, four words in his distinct handwriting 

-“I love you, too!”

Andrew Kreiss

He is initially afraid of affection. Previous to his life in the manor, he could only rely on his mother for comfort, and now that she is gone, he couldn’t imagine the care of another. The letter sent to him to invite him to the manor gave him hope for the first time, and in this place, he isn’t ridiculed or mocked. He still has trouble interacting with people, but he’s growing as a person. In fact, while he is living in the manor, he discovers his love language!

-When he was young, he can remember his mother pulling him close in her lap, petting his hair and whispering such sweet things to him

-He really misses her

-Sometimes, he wonders what she would think of his life now

-despite doing some immoral things in his life, then taking a sketchy offer to go to an unknown location, he thinks he’s doing ok

-Surprisingly, he’s bonded with a few people while having to live here

-the main one being you

-You were so kind to him when he first arrived

-You were the first person he met that didn’t treat him harshly or whisper behind his back about him

-It was no question that he’d become close to you

-You engage him in such interesting conversations as well

-Particularly, the conversation the two of you are in now

-“Hey, Andrew, what do you think your love language is?”

-“What is that?”

-Shocked, you explain to Andrew the main 5 love languages and what they entail. He genuinely has no idea. 

-“I think you best receive love through words of affection, but I also see that makes you uncomfortable, so I’ve been having trouble figuring it out.”

-“Do you think about everyone like this?”

-“Only certain people; people I care a lot about!”

-He’s blushing, maybe it is words of affection

-“Your kind words… remind me of my mother.”

-His pale face rapidly turning red, you can’t help but test the limits of his reception of intimacy

-You pull his calloused hands into yours, watching his face intently for any sign of discomfort, or appreciation

-He stares like a deer in headlights at your hands, but does not pull away

-“Maybe you like physical affection then?” You say, coy

-“I… I think,” he’s stammering, throat dry and nervous, “I think so long as it’s you… I’d be fine with anything.”

-Ah, now he’s got you blushing

-Guess you’ll have to show him different types of affection more often!

Luca Balsa

Luca spends a lot of his time working. He’s desperate to remember his old ideas, and often forgets to take care of himself. The best way to show that one loves him is through Acts of Service. He doesn’t need someone to take care of him, but he understands the difference between pity and genuine care. 

-Drag him out of his room when he’s been holed up in there for too long, he’ll fight, but ultimately, he’s appreciative of it. 

-He forgets to eat and drink, too focused on other matters. Tell him some silly joke about how “perpetual motion can’t exist without some kind of energy!” and make him eat. 

-If he’s having a particularly stressful day, migraines and amnesia making his brain swirl into oblivion, bring him a cold hand towel and a drink

-Sit with him until he’s feeling better and encourage him to get some fresh air

-He can’t think of anything but his invention until you come along and distract him

-now all he can think about is how thankful he is for your care

-He does things for you, too.

-He likes to do gentlemanly things for you

-Like pull out a chair for you, or lend you a coat if he happens to have one

-It reminds him of his life before the accident

-While his love language is acts of service, there is one particular thing he likes to do with you that doesn’t have much to do with that

-You notice he’s particularly chipper one day, practically bouncing up and down with energy

-“What puts you in a good mood today, Luca?” You laugh, he pulls you up from your seat with a hand and leads you to a large open space in the foyer

-“I remembered something earlier, something I wish to share with you!”

-“Then by all means, lead the way!”

-Once you reach the foyer, he doesn’t let go of your hand, instead positioning you close to him, he places your other hand on his shoulder, then moves to hold you soft on the waist.

-“You remembered a dance?”

-He doesn’t respond, almost as if he is trapped in the memory itself, he begins to twirl you around the makeshift ballroom

-Suddenly, he beams, laughing gleefully as he lifts you and spins you around!

-Its infectious, his smile, you laugh with him, enjoying your moment together

-When he slows down, he rests his forehead against yours, giving you his signature lopsided grin

-“Thank you for all that you do for me.”

Edgar Valden

Edgar believes that any “time” that he gives to someone else should be considered quality. But what is quality time to him? He thinks back to his younger years, his brothers always pestering him, telling him to do things or wanting to spend time with him. Back then, he would’ve called “quality time” being alone with his painting supplies, full of inspiration and ability. Now, he has a different idea of quality time.

-When Edgar met you, you sparked the remembrance of his sister in him.

-His poor, sister whom he lost so early in life, just after his mother left

-It was his first major inspiration since being in the Manor

-He tried to work using only his memory, but that was unreliable at most times. 

-So, he asked you to come meet him where he could see you and paint

-He sets up an easel outside near a bench in the gardens

-Back in Britain, he made a comment about how the weather was always against him, he hates rain

-But today, everything seems to be going in his favor

-The sun in its radiance directed itself in his muses direction

-You sit there in front of him, nervous, but excited to see the outcome of his painting

-He’s in quiet concentration, you hesitate to break the silence, but you feel a little uncomfortable sitting as he stares at you

-“The sun is brilliant today! Don’t you think so?” You say, awaiting his response. At first he looks like he’s going to tell you to keep quiet, then his gaze softens ever-so-slightly

-“I like the sun as well, rain is uninspiring.”

-The silence continues for a short moment before he speaks again

-“I used to have a friend, my cat, Mary. She loved sunny days like this, too. I can almost see her curled up, soaking up the rays.”

-He spends a short amount of time reminiscing of his past, remembering when Mary was young and his close siblings would run in the yard and chase after her.

-That didn’t last for very long

-He and Mary grew up similarly, as they grew older, they became slower and more content to be alone

-“I’ve never remembered so much in such a short time.” He comments. You almost don’t hear him.

-“Good memories, I hope!” You pipe up from your seat across from him.

-“Bittersweet.” A sigh, then a light breeze picks up, bringing with it dark clouds.

-When thunder rumbles in the distance, he groans.

-“It seems the weather always has it out for me.”

-“That’s ok, we have plenty of time together! Let’s do this again!” You help him carry his things indoors before any rain picks up.

-When he’s back in his room, alone, he rethinks his definition of quality time. 

-He would like to experience this day again. And again. 

Ganji Gupta

Words of Affirmation is Ganji’s love language. He likes to be reassured, and though he has a bit of a short temper, his anger is resolved with relative ease. He is also one to use his words to show appreciation. Despite looking displeased most of the time, Ganji is a perfectly pleasant man to be around. 

-His favorite thing to do is compliment you during a match

-Sometimes, it will distract you, which entertains him

-He likes the playful banter that comes with competition

-If you’re containing the hunter, he’ll run by and hit the hunter at the perfect time

-then direct some quip at you about how he “saved” you

-It is the opposite when he has to use his rampage skill

-he hates being so angry and violent, but he has to in order to gain strength

-so, once you’re both safe, you comfort him with your kind words, reminding him that he’s not a monster, and that he is a kind person

-the only part of his rage he appreciates. That is, the fact that you always comfort him.

-A lot of his attachment comes from open communication

-honesty is a really big thing for him

-If he has a problem with something, he’ll come out and say it

-but he’ll be cordial about it until it turns into an argument

-that doesn’t happen very often, though

-and rarely ever with you, he feels very guilty if he ever directs his anger towards you

-if, is the keyword, it really is unlikely for you to get in a fight with him

-he cares about you so much that only sweet words will flow from his mouth to your ears

-he makes sure of it!

Hi! Thank you all so much for reading and supporting my works! This will be the end of this "mini-series" if one could call it that! However, for the characters I didn't write for, I'd be happy to revisit them if requested! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Characters not included: Ada, Vera, Murro, Emil, Orpheus, Luchino, and Frederick, as well as any hunter.

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IDV Men and Their Love Languages pt. 2

Kevin Ayuso

Kevin is naturally physically affectionate. He’s constantly giving everyone hefty pats on the back, tousling someone’s hair with his gloved hand, or pulling them close by the shoulder to laugh and talk with anyone. There’s almost no exception for this behavior.

-In games with him, Kevin lassos you often

-Sometimes just for fun

-It’s one of his favorite past times, messing with you, that is

-If you’re kiting, you’ll have to look out for both the hunter and Kevin

-because he will absolutely risk the game if it means protecting you

-“That's sweet, Kevin, but go decode, we only have one cipher finished”

-He gets sad when you tell him to go away

-“I can’t help it, it's how I show my love” Kevin is the 🥺emoji (but add a cowboy hat to it)

-He still goes to rescue you when you most need it

-and the times he succeeds, it's really impressive

-but more often than not, he gets you both hit

-It’s ok, just comfort him with cuddles and he’ll instantly feel better

-If you have a bad match, he’d never blame you for it

-He’s honestly the best person to go to when upset

-He’ll listen to whatever you have to say intently, and hold your hands or hug you close

-Physical touch really is his thing. He owns it. Everyone else go home :3

Eli Clark

Eli feels the most loved when spending Quality Time with someone! He’s a perfectly pleasant individual, but he does have a social battery that does drain after a while. After he’s done conversing and interacting with others, he’ll head back to his room to recharge, usually talking to Brooke Rose about the day’s events and any other interesting thoughts that come into his mind. Once he becomes attached to someone, he also considers them one that “recharges” him.

-He purposefully seeks you out when he craves alone time with you. 

-Most of the time, you’ll find him, dejected, after a particularly rough match.

-You notice that at soon as he realizes you’re near him, he’ll perk up a little. From there, he’ll take your hand and lead you up to his room.

-From there, what you do varies greatly

-sometimes you two will talk, or participate in a hobby that you enjoy, or just take a nap

-Eli likes to spend time with you, he fears that neither he nor you have much of it

-He wants to make the most of the time he has

-so please, don’t leave him just yet

Aesop Carl

Also Quality Time. Aesop isn’t much of a talker, and he really doesn’t like to be touched. It takes him a long time to get comfortable enough with anyone to do most anything. But, it's entirely possible, it just requires patience. Things that one can notice about Aesop becoming more comfortable around a person includes, less tense posture, slightly more eye contact, and he becomes more vocal. This all comes with spending time with him, though, if he allows it. 

-Aesop is aware when you take care to ensure he’s comfortable in a situation

-He notices the things you do for him, and the patience you have with him

-and he’s more than grateful, he just doesn’t know how to show it.

-After a long time of him getting close to you, he gets the opportunity to let you know just how much you mean to him

-It’s late at night, the final matches of the day have concluded, and you are exhausted.

-You find waiting for you Aesop, who takes a look at your disheveled figure and hesitantly holds out a gloved hand

-You take it, and he leads you to your room with his metal makeup box in his other hand

-Silently, he instructs you to take a comfortable sit on your bed as he kneels and opens the box

-He reaches for supplies to patch you up, antiseptics for your shallow wounds and bandages.

-He’s very careful with each touch, you’re able to feel his concern through his body language

-When he finishes, he packs up his belongings, but before he leaves, he turns to you suddenly

-“Would it be okay if…” he takes a breath, gripping the hem of his shirt for a brief moment. You let him take his time. “Could I ask for your embrace?”

-“I’d like that.” You respond, pulling him close for a lingering moment. 

-This moment lasts in both of your minds until the end of time itself

Norton Campbell

He has two different love languages. He prefers to show his love by giving gifts, but feels loved through acts of service. He’s had to strive and work hard all his life in order to have stability, and yet he still wants more. To him, it shows that he appreciates someone when he gives someone a gift. If he were to be given a gift, he’d feel that it's either out of pity, or that he’d have to return the favor. He hates the idea of being in debt to someone. It’s different when someone chooses to do something of their own accord.

-There was a message not too long ago from the Baron of the Manor. A new location for the games to take place would be added to the growing list.

-Light chatter and theories spread across both sides of the manor

-It wasn’t until someone was actually assigned to the new map would the survivors figure out what it was

-One morning, you came downstairs to meet about half of the survivor population gathered around where the matches were scheduled, conversing in hushed whispers

-You didn’t notice anything else about the schedule, only two names: Norton Campbell, and The Golden Cave.

-Two things that would not go well together.

-You find a nearby slip of paper, write your name on it, and cover his name

-“I’ll go in his place, just don’t let him know. He shouldn’t have to go back there.”

-Of course, there was no way you’d complete this task without him knowing

-An out-of-place covering on the schedule was obvious

-At first, he was angry when he discovered it. He didn’t need your pity, he’s strong enough to handle it. But, he thought for a moment. Ultimately feeling thankful, rather, that you’d do something so nice for him. 

-There’s something he’s been working on as a personal project, something his time has gone towards that he cares for greatly

-When you returned from your match, on what looked like your last legs, everyone surrounded you and your teammates. 

-Without a word, Norton pulls you away to a quiet spot. You’re thankful for this. You weren’t about to put up with that clamor. 

-“Listen,” He starts, “I’m…” he struggles to find the words. “I’m honored that you did that for me. It… to know you care for me like that is a new, but good, feeling.”

-He produces something from his pocket, it shines as the small object falls into your palm

-Its a miniscule, but perfectly cut, diamond

-“It’s small, but diamonds like these are very valuable…” He goes on, you listen to him talk about what exactly this diamond is and what makes it special

-“I love it, Norton, thank you!.” You hesitate for a moment before lifting yourself and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

-Now he feels as though he must repay you for that gift!

Mike Morton

Physical Touch! Not a moment goes by where the ever dynamic acrobat isn’t near someone, usually physically interacting with them. You know those new interactive emotes? Those were made for him. With a significant other, his show of love increases tenfold.

-In the mornings, Mike will greet you differently depending on his mood

-He didn’t sleep well? You’re engulfed in a tight hug that lasts for a long while before breakfast. If he’s feeling happy, he’ll dramatically bend down on his knee and place his lips on the back of your hand before interlocking arms to lead you to the dining room. If he’s still sleeping, he will expect you to wake him up with a kiss as if he’s sleeping beauty.

-If you look sad, or distracted, he will play footsies with you under the table

-He doesn’t want you thinking about things that make you unhappy

-Expect lots of pats on the head. Even if you’re taller than him, he’ll find a way to ruffle your hair

-In matches, he’ll be as close to you as possible without putting the game at risk

-There are often times when there are only two people decoding 

-Because if you’re containing the hunter, he’s not standing still doing “nothing” as he likes to say

-At night, once you’re both tuckered out and ready for bed, he’ll drag you to whichever of your rooms happens to be closer and pull you into bed, just to latch onto you like a koala

José Baden

José loves to tease. His love language is words of affection appearing through playful banter. Just as well, he is straightforward and appreciates direct and honest confrontations and simple talks about feelings. 

-It may seem contradictory, but that's the beauty of words of affirmation, he loves to hear your voice

-He especially loves it, however, when you play along with him

-He gets into verbal ‘arguments’ frequently, especially with like-minded people such as Demi and Kevin

-Honestly, he’ll love it if you take his ‘side’ and smack-talking the opposing side

-or if you take the stance against him, he definitely likes the stichomythia, verbal repartee, between the two of you when you play argue

-he doesn’t like real arguments though, he’s has a habit of sticking to what he says, and sometimes the arguments could get nasty when he refuses to back down

-but arguments rarely ever happen, he’s much more likely to resolve things with open communication first

-He’ll often just ask for you to talk to him when he’s upset

-He likes to listen to you go on about a subject you’re interested in, and he’ll be ever so grateful if you listen to him as well

-He’s a chatter-box in the best way!

Thank you all for your support <3 I hope you enjoy!

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IDV Men and their Love Languages pt.1

Lucky Guy

If one were to ask Lucky what his love language is, he wouldn’t know. He hasn’t had much of an opportunity to show or receive any type of love throughout his life. That being said, an embarrassed, but happy, blush will appear anytime anyone praises him. Every “good job.” He gets after a match leaves him stuttering out a soft “thanks” and avoiding eye contact. These Words of Affirmation, however, always make him feel appreciated.

-Lucky has been stuck in the Manor for a long time

-He hasn’t really complained, since there isn’t much for him back in the ‘real’ world

-plus, he got to meet you

-Your first match together, he showed you the ropes, and made a habit of commending you each time you did well

-You’re able to observe that he acts this way with most people

-he’s on no one’s bad side. 

-Even the hunters like him for how generally sweet he is

-You get close to him through these words of praise. Every time he manages an impressive feat, you make sure to find him to express your compliments and to watch his face go red

-Though, from you, he gets a lot more used to it

-And, eventually, you have to admit you fell for him, all of him

-It’s been a long time since you joined the survivors at the Manor, and you became close with Lucky in that time, but never expressed your desire to become more than friends. 

-During a certain match, you’ve managed to evade the hunter for the majority of the game

-You noticed early on when Lucky let you all know that the hunter was near him, and as far as you knew, that fact hadn’t changed. 

-You’re peacefully decoding when the priestess calls upon you to help her bridge a connection across the map. You comply, standing by the nearby wall and allowing Fiona to complete her skill, suddenly, you notice Lucky’s status marker go down to half-health

-And suddenly, he’s right next to you, now incapacitated

-As the portal dissipates, you begin to heal him up

-When he’s back to full health, you take hold of his wrist before he leaves to find a different cipher

-“You’re doing great!” You say, watching as he instantly becomes bashful, “You’ve got this, I love you!”

-He’s shocked! You… do? Through his dazed demeanor, he manages a strong “I love you, too!” And runs off

-Both to hide his embarrassment, and to win, for you!

Servais Le Roy

Again, with a lot of thinking, Servais’ love language is Words of Affirmation. For someone like him who is cunning and enjoys being the focus of the crowd, words of affirmation are a powerful way to make him feel valued. When he performs for you, be sure to acknowledge his talent and skills.

-Servais has spent most of his life pushing towards his goal of becoming a great magician

-Getting to the point where he believes that he can be the creator of the perfect, genuine magic trick

-Often he attempts to create a new trick and will perform for a test or for approval, if he believes the trick is worthy of an audience

-You’re the first he goes to, sometimes just to show you what he’s been working on

-He thrives off of the encouragement you give him

-If you happen to see a part of his trick that he displays, tell him

-he’s grateful to have the true audience outlook from you, plus, he’ll praise you for your “good eye”

-If he ever puts on a big performance, he’ll expect a critique from you at the end

-"Wow, that was incredible! You nailed it, and everyone loved it. I'm so proud of you for putting yourself out there and sharing your talent with everyone."

-If you said something like that to him, he’d melt, he’s head-over-heels, and will not hesitate to reciprocate your expressive words with how much he appreciates you as well!

Kurt Frank

As an avid reader, and a creative spirit, Kurt’s love language is gift giving! There are many things he loves to give: stories formulated by his own mind, small treasures found on each of his “adventures,” even the books he holds most precious will become a gift for the one he loves the most.

-Kurt asked you one day if you had a favorite book, a few days before your birthday

-You couldn’t give him an answer then

-and you had forgotten the question as you were swept away with other things to attend to

-Then, the time of your birthday arrived

-You weren’t expecting any gifts, really, save for what the “Baron” of the Manor allotted for you, which was usually some kind of decoration for your room that had to do with your skill, and of course, a letter that revealed a part of your past

-It happened to everyone, but you happened to be feeling a little down in the dumps about it

-That is, until Kurt comes along with a wrapped gift signed with your name.

-“It isn’t much,” he claimed, noting, “my resources were limited.”

-You were overjoyed that he even thought of you, much less brought you something

-You carefully tore open the wrapping.

-“Gulliver’s Travels” read the title of the book you held, one you recognized as Kurt’s favorite. 

-An addition in familiar handwriting underneath caught your eye

-“With the annotations of Kurt Frank” 

-He annotated his favorite book for you.

-Needless to say, that is the best gift you’d receive throughout your time in the manor, though he does the same for you with different books once you’ve expressed your interest.

-If you do the same for him, oh wow! He’d be on cloud nine!

-Even if it isn’t the type of book he’d normally enjoy, if it had your thoughts and feeling on the page, he’d cherish it forever

Naib Subedar

Despite his stoic look, Naib’s love language is physical touch. Naib has had so much affection to give bottled up inside him for a long time. The truth is, Naib is a romantic at heart, but has created a wall to cover his true personality. That is necessary when one works with the horrors and bloodshed Naib has had to see. Now that he’s safer, he’s not going to release his inner love until he finds the right one. One can’t forget about friends as well! Naib will have a few people he’s closely attached to, but there is something special about his lover. He’s not the type for pda until a long time into a relationship, but early on, not much is off-limits once in private. That sounds horribly inappropriate, but I mean it in the sweet way?

-It takes Naib a long time to actually confess his love for you, but in a way, it was obvious for a while

-He’s always go to you if injured during a match

-and be the first to save you when you’re in trouble

-he’s try as hard as he could not to be evident about anything, he really was

-it’s ok though, you liked to see him almost silently beg for your attention

-After he confesses and you reciprocate?

-Double, no, at least triple that.

-A quick peck on the cheek before each match, from him to you if you’re the one with the match, or you to him if he’s leaving. 

-A good morning hug when you see each other for the first time in the mornings

-that is, up until you start spending nights with him

-He’d honestly have trouble sleeping alone after the first time you sleep in the same bed together (not like that)

-It’s awkward at first, he doesn’t really know what to do

-but just guide him along, he’ll quickly gain confidence once he confirms that you really do feel the way he feels

-Every night is spent held tight in his arms

-He loves it when you run your hands up and down his back

-Or run your fingers through his hair

-Being with you, touching you, loving you feels like heaven to him

-He’s just a touch-starved, smitten boy with so much love to give

William Ellis

A boisterous man! He’s excitable and energetic at all times. Sometimes it's hard to keep up with him. Acts of Service is how he best shows and receives love! He’s the type to lend a helping hand when he notices someone in need. Thus, he has associated himself with many different types of people.

-One of William’s most often spoken phrases is “Do you need anything?”

-He means it, he’s willing to do almost anything for you

-He’s constantly saving you in matches

-is it because he loves you, or because he can’t stand decoding?

-“Why can’t it be both?” He’ll question

-It’s both

-He always makes sure you’re ok, taking extra time to patch up any more serious injuries

-or picking you up and carrying you all the way to the Infirmary if you look worse off

-ask him for a glass of water before bed, he’s practically already gotten it.

-He’ll be happy to oblige to a ‘goodnight kiss’

-Anything you ask, genuinely.

-He’ll expect the same, though

-Maybe you can’t carry him, not many people can

-but allow him to lean on you when he most needs it

-if he sleeps in late, bring him a plate of breakfast in bed! It's his second favorite type of meal besides a large steak dinner.

-and of course, he’d do the same for you, without a doubt.

can you tell which of these characters I've been obsessed with for like... almost 4 years now ♪(´▽｀)

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #naib subedar #naib x reader #idv naib #lucky guy #idv lucky guy #servais le roy #idv servais #servais le roy x reader #idv william ellis #idv william #idv william ellis x reader #kurt frank #idv kurt #kurt frank x reader

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IDV Ladies and their love languages pt. 2

Martha Behamfil

Martha’s love language is quality time! She has a lot of her day pre-determined by a relatively strict schedule. She runs in the mornings before anyone is awake, eats breakfast quickly, depending on the timing of her matches, she’ll decide whether or not to work on projects, converse with others, or do research on one of a few topics. There is a lot she likes to do, and even with all the time in the world, she’d never be satisfied. Her ambitions and passion carries her far. 

-“I’m sorry, Martha. I just don’t think I can get up at 5 a.m. with you.” You tell her with honesty. She’s accepting of this. Of course she isn’t going to force you to participate in only the things she enjoys. 

-But, maybe one time, you can do it! 

-You set your alarm for 5 a.m. and roll yourself out of bed the moment it sounds

-Still in your pajamas, you knock on her door

-“What are you doing awake? You wanted to run with me?!”

-She’ll lend you some of the clothes she uses to work out

-Its actually surprisingly fun! You finally learn what “runner’s high” is

-The two of you spend almost the entire run just talking, laughing, and generally having fun

-When you return to the manor, pale and sweating, she’ll have the brightest blush on her face

-not just from the run, but from how happy she is to be around you

-you might only run with her on the off occasion after that, but you learn just how much she loves to spend her time with you

-If she’s tinkering with something, or reading up on certain flight technologies, she’ll love it if you were there with her

-It would be a lot of you handing her things, or holding a flashlight when necessary

-but she really does appreciate it

Melly Plinius (can you tell i am absolutely head over heels for her)

Melly has trouble being put into a single category in terms of love languages. She gives and receives love so well! She’s happy holding your hand, or if you give her a squeeze of good luck before a match. She loves spending time with you, talking about anything you want, whether it be her telling you about the Pterygota she has spent much of her life studying, or whatever topic interests you. She’s ready to lend a helping hand whenever you need it, and often does so at any given point in time. Her well-timed swarm will unexpectedly fly by, saving you from an attack from the hunter. Gifts from her range greatly, from a nice meal, to flowers and an eloquent note. She’ll even sing for you, eventually. (@ my singing hcs)

-There’s a certain thing you have with Melly.

-An unorthodox way of showing your love for each other 

-If you were to ask anyone in the manor if Melly was seeing anyone, they’d ponder for a moment, shake their head, and say something along the lines of “she’s so closed off, I doubt it.”

-But you know better.

-Sure, around others, you have nothing but a cordial acquaintanceship

-The others would absolutely call you friends, its normal to hug a friend every now and then

-but you two spend way more time together that anyone realizes

-In the secluded garden, she’ll stroll with you at a leisurely pace, smelling the vibrant flowers and checking the planter boxes for interesting specimens

-And you’ll prepare her a bouquet as she allows a large and fluffy Bombus, bumblebee she later goes in depth about, crawl in her hand

-When you come back with the flowers, the bee goes right to it, and the two of you find yourselves in an interesting conversation following that moment

-This is how many days go by, and neither of you could be happier

Patricia Dorval

It took me quite a while to think about this one, but here’s my answer. Patricia Dorval’s love language is physical touch. She has a tendency to be aggressive. She has a strong sense of self, and knows what she wants, and is willing to do what it takes to get it. Whatever it is is subject to her mood at any given point

-If you’ve shown your affections for her, and she has accepted

-Prepare to be hers and only hers, she’s a little possessive

-She also grants you protection, both from the hunters and her curse

-You’re a pure soul of course, you could never be classified as a “sinner” in her eyes.

-So, if you are even in trouble in a match, call upon her. She will be there within the blink of an eye, her arm around your waist and her skill at the ready

-Then, she will not leave your side for the rest of the day

-Patching you up, ensuring you’re properly cared for and getting you ready for bed.

-All of the while she’s brushing her fingers up and down your skin, keeping close to you, and simply enjoying your presence

Tracy Reznik (I am also very much in love with Tracy)

Tracy’s is a gift giver. She’s always making little trinkets and her first thought once complete is to give them to you. She’s a very generous and kind soul, always thinking of you. She loves any show of affection in return, she has no preference for how she receives love, but she almost always shows her love with a gift! 

-Her creativity and love knows no bounds, as once, she gifted you with a miniature robot of herself that incidentally boosted your decoding by a considerable amount. 

-Yeah, you weren’t allowed to bring that into matches anymore

-but you keep it by your bedside table every night

-occasionally, you’ll catch Tracy tampering with it, with a note found later saying “Have fun finding the new feature.”

-She also loves to give you handmade puzzle boxes

-most resemble the inner workings of a clock, and there are many interconnecting parts you have to maneuver at the same time in order to open it.

-She loves to see your face when trying to open one of her gifts

-It makes her proud when she gives you a challenge, to her, it means her gifts are valuable

-Reward her with lots of affection! However you prefer to show affection is good with her

-She feels loved just by being around you

Qi Shiyi

Words of affirmation. There are a lot of things she doesn’t like, being touched, feeling indebted to someone. The best thing you can do for her is to tell her some good things about herself. The things you like about her. She’ll always appreciate it, even if she finds it difficult to take your words to heart. That, too, is how she shows her affection.

-There are often exchanges of “I’m proud of you.” And “You did well in that match.” between the two of you. 

-She’s the first to shout “Follow me” if you’re injured in a match, and while she patches you up, she’ll whisper “Are you in too much pain?” or “It’s all going to be ok.”

-You both have become slightly reliant on each others voices

-If you ever have a nightmare, go to her

-She’ll brush your hair or pat you on the back and reassure you that she’s here for you

-always

Sorry about not writing for Ada or Vera, I’m not very comfortable with either of their characters. If someone requests one of them, I’ll try my best, but I won’t write for them on my own^^

Also, sorry about Qi Shiyi’s being so short, i’m still getting used to her character <3

Let me know what you think! And should I continue this with the rest of the characters, or move on for now?

#idv #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x reader #idv martha #idv tracy #idy patricia #idv qi shiyi #martha behamfil #tracy reznik #patricia dorval #qi shiyi #x reader

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IDV Ladies and their Love Languages ♡

Alice DeRoss

Alice’s love language is quality time. Time is something she doesn’t have much, and a lot of the time in her life is unpleasant. When she is able to be around someone and not have to worry about work, her past, or anything else but enjoying the time she’s given, she is more than happy. 

-Her favorite things to do include: working on projects with you, sitting and either brushing your hair or having you brush her hair, and listening to music or you talking to her about an interesting subject

-In the manor, the most common place to find her is the Library. No one would be surprised if she eventually ends up reading every book organized on those towering shelves.

-To do something nice for her, offer to let her pick out a few books and read them to her. Sometimes, she gets tired and a little confused, a trait carried through from her childhood, and loves listening to you read so she doesn’t fight with the words on the page.

-However, when she’s feeling good and has plenty of energy, she’s just as happy to read to you, if you wish.

Anne Lester

Anne’s love language is acts of service. When she was younger, she thrived off of words of affirmation, but after being neglected, betrayed, and heartbroken, she’s learned that she can’t take loosely thrown words to heart. When one shows their affections for her, however, she’s all the more likely and happy to reciprocate. While she does thrive off of the praises of others, it means so much more to her if one can both say and show what she means to them. Once she trusts someone, she’s willing to do almost anything. 

-What you can do for her to make her feel loved: After a match, ensure she’s ok and take care when patching her up. Show interest in her toys! She would be ecstatic if you asked to make one with her! You two would come up with the cutest idea, maybe two wooden dolls that come together in an embrace when pushed in such a way. No matter what, even if you messed up, she’d be enamored with you. 

Demi Bourbon

Physical Touch! No way around it. It’s both how she feels the most loved, and how she shows her affection for others. She’s very outgoing and bright and, though she has a strong temperament, she isn’t quick to anger. Instead, she’s boisterous and hearty, dragging people around, giving them a solid hand to the back, or squishing their face with both her hands whenever she’s excited or happy, which is most days. 

-Demi is always happy to have you drag her away to cuddle

-she loves attention from you

-if you were completely fine with public displays of affection, she’d squeeze you as tight as possible then and there, wherever you are. 

-but, she’s also fine with being all over you behind closed doors. 

-When in matches and you happen to be near each other

-she’ll always kiss you, hug you, or hold your hand

-or if you’re containing the hunter and she passes by you to hand you a drink, her hand will linger as long as possible

-as if to say “come on, you got this.” or “I believe in you.” 

Emily Dyer

Word of affirmation is Emily’s love language. She’s very sweet and always tries to see the best in others first. She can be a coward sometimes, and there are certain things that are uncomfortable to her, but when someone says they’re proud of her, or tells her that it's ok to be afraid, and reminds her that she is loved, the world seems like the perfect place to her.

-Emily has a bad habit of getting down on herself and accidentally affecting others with her attitude. She believes that she’s thrown her life away. As she gets older, and doesn’t have that stability she once longed for, her head becomes cloudy.

-She appreciates more than anything when you just take her hands in yours, gently brush your thumbs across the back of her hands and tell her everything’s going to be ok.

-Tell her that everything will work out, that she’s a hard worker and her ambition will pay off

-She’ll instantly perk up, and she’ll absolutely do something sweet for you in return

Emma Woods

Acts of service! Emma has both time and ability aplenty and wishes to put them to good use! If she feels as though she had made a mistake, she’s already making whoever she wronged a nice meal or is offering to take over one of their matches. She seeks out those who she’s bonded with in order to show them the fruits of her labor, whether it be an exuberant bouquet of flowers from her very own garden, or a foldable pop-up card she managed to figure out how to make herself.

-When it comes to being in a relationship with her, you two are practically never apart. 

-If you’re still asleep by the time she wakes up, she’ll gently push open your door and waken you with the utmost tenderness and sincerity. 

-Either that, or she’ll go ahead and eat breakfast, then bring yours up to you if you have still yet to wake.

-In matches, she prioritizes your health over anything else

-If you’re injured, she’ll forget decoding in order to heal you up

-You better bet she’s risking getting hit to dismantle the chair you’re about to be tied to if you’re caught by the hunter. 

-And if she isn’t able to save you in time, or messed something up in a match, she’ll be ready to apologize with a big hug and a sweet treat!

Fiona Gilman

Fiona loves giving and receiving gifts! Despite the fact that she’s not materialistic, like at all, she loves knowing that something reminds someone of her. Her room is filled with trinkets and fun things that signify her relationships with other people. She’s easily attached, but smart about her relationships. 

-It can get difficult for you, sometimes. Fiona will come back with a rock found on some map where she was playing. 

- “Look,” she points excitedly, “This vein of blue reminded me so much of the time you and I…”

-“And these little specks of gold…”

-She’ll explain every meaning she found in this small rock, and you smile, grateful, for the gift.

-But then you have to go back to your room and find a place for it next to the 12 others. 

-It's ok though, she’s just as happy when you do the same.

Helena Adams

Physical touch. How could it not be? Having lost her sight at a young age, she hasn’t been able to see much of the world, but she’s certainly been able to feel it. She loves to feel the curves, calluses, and crevices of one's hands, holding them intently not because she needs to be led, but because she wants to experience.

-After getting comfortable with you as a person. One night, she asked bashfully if she could take your face in her hands

-She spent an hour just running her smooth, small fingers over each minute detail of your features, as if memorizing how you look without even seeing you

-It became her favorite thing to do

-She loves everything that makes your face unique. The shape of your nose, where your forehead becomes your hairline, the shape of your lips, all of it.

-Even though by now she knows what you look like by heart, she still can’t help but putting her hands on your cheeks and peppering kisses over where she loves the most

-only in private, though

-But you can hold her hand any time you want

Margaretha Zelle

Quality time! She believes in choosing what to do with her own life, so choosing to spend time with someone equates to value, since she chose for herself what to do! Margaretha can be absent-minded at times, and is very grateful if someone reminds her to do something, or better yet, helps her out. Cleaning, cooking, playing in matches. It would lighten her load and make her oh so happy if someone were there with her.

-She often wishes that you could be in every match with her.

-She really appreciates it when you volunteer to take someone’s place just to be with her

-Sometimes that's a mistake, though

-If you happen to be near her at the beginning of the match, she place down a music box for speed, and instead of promptly decoding, she’ll grab your hand and pull you into a dance

-A few matches have gone wrong this way

-but that doesn’t stop her from spending time with you

Note: Sorry for not posting anything yesterday, I got home really late and almost immediately fell asleep. The second half of the women of idv will be posted tomorrow. I'll probably make 2 more posts like this after that, two for the men, and let me know if this subject for select hunters sounds appealing! Thank you all for your support! I love you <3

(also, this is not proof-read, I'll probably edit it tomorrow)

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #Alice DeRoss #Anne Lester #Demi bourbon #Emily Dyer #Emma Woods #fiona gilman #helena adams #margaretha zelle

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☆ ☆ ☆ Vote Melly for deduction star ☆ ☆ ☆

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Your bed-skirt ruffled as a chilling draft blew mercilessly though your ajar window, rousing you from sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you adjusted to the lack of light and sudden cold, before pushing yourself up to shut the window. You could have sworn that you closed the window before you let yourself rest, but you found it easy to doubt yourself. Nonetheless, you latched the lock and took tired steps back to your bed. Moments before laying back down, a thunk from down stairs caught your attention. Who could be up so late, you wondered to yourself as you followed the source of the noise. Peering down the stairway leads you to no answers, so you walk further down. It didn’t take long for your eyes to meet with the source of the noise, a faint glow on his face, his eyes closed, feet resting on the fireplace, and leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t asleep, as evidenced by his growing grin as you stepped closer. With the intention of dragging him up to his room, you placed a hand on his shoulder. In a swift motion, he rose to his feet, taking your hand with his and holding it against his chest. You could feel the warm beat of his heart. 

“Good evening, darling.” He began, pulling you closer to him, “Care to dance with me?” 

You can’t help the smile gradually pulling your lips up. Wordlessly, your hand moved from his chest to his shoulder, your other hand finding its place on the opposite shoulder. His grin widened at your acceptance, but the aforementioned dancing would wait. He only looked at you. His eyes filled with pride and love at the sight of you with him, feelings he hadn’t been able to experience since the moment his heart belonged to something else. 

“What?” You questioned, lighthearted, the feeling of his gaze on you confused you. He only smiled wider as he took one of your hands in his and brought it out with a flourish. He led you step by step to imaginary music, that, the longer you danced, seemed to get louder and more real. You chose not to think about what led you to this circumstance, dancing in an open room next to a soft fire in the middle of the night. You allowed yourself to enjoy the moment without questioning the intentions, or the right choices. The world only consisted of you and him, no one else. Each step against the wooden floor only solidified your feelings, each time he twirled you, that swirl of love encompassed your body, and each time he squeezed your hand, looking ever so deeply into your eyes, you felt his love for you, just as profound and as powerful as yours for him. Living with him meant never again would there be a night alone, a night of boredom or confusion; it meant that you would never again feel unloved.

As I wrote this, I realized I hadn't mentioned a specific name, I think it'd be sweet for you to think of whom you love the most and apply them to the situation (though the pronouns he/him are used for the s/o)

I'm competing tomorrow for Literary Criticism UIL! Thus, a short post today, I've been studying all day and will continue to study until after my test! Silently wish me luck! (any maybe surprise me with a request?(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ )) Anyway! Thank you! I love you all!

idk what to tag this with tho :))) (I guess I intended it for Idv, but can genuinely be anything)

#idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #identity v #x reader

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When they sing to you ♫ 

A headcanon/short fic mix of Demi, Melly, Norton, and Naib when you ask your significant other to comfort you with a song.

Demi

-Demi likes to hum when she’s working hard

-whether she’s mixing drinks or decoding

-it’s not unusual to hear a tune come from the depths of her throat

-but you’ve never heard her sing

-of course, sometimes, if she’s drunk, she’ll belt out whatever song she may have stuck in her head, but that’s different

-the day you actually did hear her sing for the first time, you almost missed it

You had returned from a rough match. It did more than just roughen up your body, your mental psyche was near destroyed. No one escaped, there were still three ciphers left, and you had already been downed two times previous to your state. It didn’t help that the Hunter finally got you by terror-shocking you. To put it lightly, you were beat.

You sought comfort, and your heart pulled you towards her. Demi was your epitome of contentment. Anything you need, she’ll be there. And while you tried not to ask for too much, in this case, you need her, no way around it. When you finally found Demi, conversing with a few others, you silently pulled her away and to your place of comfort. 

“You look rough.” She comments, understanding that all you need at the moment is her, and accepts this fact. without saying anything, you have her lay on your bed, your face finding the perfect space nestled in her chest, her arms around you, stroking your hair softly. In this position, you aren’t far from sleep, but an ethereal voice floating in the air keeps you from fully slipping into the realm of dreams.

It was Demi’s voice, singing a lullaby you don’t recognize, but you find solace in the words and the melody. You can’t stop yourself from drifting off, finding yourself in the same indulgence in your dreams.

Melly

-she’s not very vocal

-you like to ask her to tell you about bugs

-because even if you’re disgusted by them

-she’ll make even the most hideous creature sound like a genuine grace from the heavens with her words

-she’ll even tell you stories if you’d like

-but she gets very uncomfortable with the idea of singing

-and you’re ok with that, you’d never force her to do something she’s uncomfortable with

-but one day, as a gift to you, she surprises you

“I’d like you to meet me in my room tonight after dinner.” She says to you out of the blue. This was earlier in the afternoon. Now, it’s dark, and everyone has gone to their respective places of rest. Melly had practically locked herself in her room when she said that to you. By this point, you were worried sick. So, as soon as possible, you made your way to her room.

You open the door to find her sitting on the floor of her room, mask sitting neatly next to her, face reddened.

“You’ve expressed your desire to hear my voice before…” she starts, unable to make eye contact with you. 

“Oh, Melly, it really is ok, I don’t mean to push! I-” before you can argue further, she stops you.

“This is something I want to do for you. I recently learned a song I wish to share.”

So, you mimic her sitting position in front of her. She clears her throat and shakily serenades you, though gains confidence the longer she goes on. You’re awestruck; as if you’ve never heard a melodious note in your life, her voice changes you. You have to admit, of course she doesn’t have the voice of a professional singer, but it’s her. Not only are the words coming from her entrusted to you, you’re the only person to hear this, and it’s beautiful. When she finishes, face vibrantly embarrassed, she looks to you for your reaction. 

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to form proper sentences. So, you do the only thing you can think of to properly express your feelings. Leaning forward, you gently press your lips to hers in gratitude, thankfully for you, she accepts, leaning in as well.

“Thank you, it was perfect.”

Norton

-Norton has never sung a day in his life

-maybe, possibly, in the mines with what used to be his friends

-but he usually left the tunes to them

-just silently listening

-now, he couldn’t even imagine warbling out a tune

-both from his unfamiliarity with the action and the memories it would bring

-he’s also never considered himself a protective person

-until he met you

-your kindness motivates him more than money could

-he values you so much

-so, for you, he’d try anything

This certainly isn’t the first time you and Norton have laid together in an attempt to sleep, but it is still new to you both. It took quite a while to get here, him holding you loosely, and you, careful not to constrict him. 

“You can’t sleep, can you?” He asks, after feeling you shift for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry, I’ll try to be still.”

“No, it’s ok, that’s not what I meant.”

Tentatively, he pulled you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head, and just as carefully, you adjusted your soft grip on him.

“This is nice.” You whisper, closing your eyes and trying, still, to fall asleep.

“Listen, I’m going to try something, just… stop me if it gets unbearable.” You’re awfully worried about what he’s going to do before you’re met with a deep, rumbling voice singing lyrics, something similar to what he would’ve heard in his mining days, and it's soothing coming from him. As he murmurs his tune, the deep rolling in his chest lulling you to sleep, he too seems to be falling deeper. Though you don’t dream, you feel a keen sense of warmth throughout the night.

Naib

-also not a singer

-he considers his singing voice “terrible”

-and that's the excuse he uses to get out of any situation where he’d have to sing

-but you, you wanna hear it

-you don’t care how bad it is

-but no matter how much you beg

-he gets that bashful blush on his face and refuses to comply with your request

-so, you let it go

He does feel kind of bad when you give up, sullen, but what is he supposed to do? He’s never sung before. Well, he can almost remember one time, drunkenly yelling some raunchy song while linking arms with his comrades, swaying about. When that memory fades from the forefront of his mind, he knows what to do for you. Despite his stoic outward demeanor, once you’re behind closed doors, he’s as affectionate as can be. You don’t blame him at all, and indulge him frequently in his request for physical closeness. This was one of those nights. After fondly remembering parts of his past and his family, he wanted to spend time with you, now considering you his family. As usual, you laid together, preparing for a long night’s rest, and he suddenly started to hum. His lips moved as he began to whisper comforting words in a language you couldn’t understand. 

“You remind me of my mother’s lullaby.” He finally says to you. “I had trouble remembering the words, but I’d like to entrust you with its melody.”

“I’d be honored.”

And the night continues. His voice becomes shaky, both from lack of use, and the emotions that come with the subject, but he sings for you in his mother tongue the same tune that would comfort him as a child. 

“Naib,” you start, sleep evident in your quiet voice.

“Yes?” He whispers, just as silent.

“Can you sing to me again?”

This time, he doesn't deny your request.

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Can you do general Joseph hcs with a shy/mute reader? Tysm :)

Joseph x mute!Reader

-Joseph is a natural gentleman

-It took you a long time to get to the point with him where you’re comfortable being around him

-He’s a socialite, raised to be around people

-at least, that's what you thought when you first met him

-after meeting him and learning more about his past and actions

-you realize he’s a lot like you

-maybe not shy, and he certainly is talkative

-but he prefers moments of quiet, moments alone

-not totally alone, however, he can’t handle being alone with his thoughts

-When you first meet in a match, he tries to be gentlemanly and flowery with you, leading to you being uncomfortable

-he tries to make it up to you, but you just won’t talk to him 

-at least, from his perspective

-So, he writes a letter, and you write a letter back, and correspondence continues like this for a long while

-you both learn so much about each other without having to dance around the formalities and uncomfortableness of face-to-face meetings

-You two have bonded, and no one even knows

-Except maybe Victor, who you request to send your letters to Joseph.

-And it's fine like that for a while

-but Joseph craves your affections

-and you would have to admit that, now you’re comfortable with him, you, too, would like to improve upon what you have with him

-Honestly, neither of you even have to speak to be on the same wavelength

-somewhere on opposite sides of the Manor, two people had the same idea at the same time

-you had been communicating through letters for so long

-why not write a letter detailing your feelings for Joseph

-Cue Joseph’s exact same thought process

-you both leave to find each other at the same time, letters in hand

-it didn’t take long for you to run into him

-before the nerves could get to you, you hold out your letter to him

-as does he

-You almost have to check if you handed him the right letter, they’re both so similar

-guess there was nothing for you to be worried about

-“It may be a bit sudden,” he starts, “but I wish to physically communicate my feelings towards you, if you should accept.”

-You don’t hesitate to nod in approval

-As if holding the thinnest piece of glass, he brings his hand to each side of your face, tilting your head up and leaning down to meet you with his lips

-And you’ve never been the same since

-Still, you are uncomfortable with other people

-but Joseph’s different

-Any time you’re alone with him, you’re excitedly pointing out something in a book you read

-Or he’s teaching you how he takes photographs or how to paint

-In matches, he’s going easy on you

-with only a pout, you make him aware of the fact that you don’t want special treatment when playing the games

-does he listen? Not really!

-He’s slower to pick you up and chair you because he tries to be gentle

-if you happen to be on a team with someone who you’re not at all comfortable with, he’ll only go for them, to save you trouble

-If you’re the only one left, he’s not going to get you out

-“My victory would taste sweeter knowing you’re safe, and the dungeon is right there.”

-Or, if you want to spend some time alone with him, you’ll just walk and be together while you finish decoding

-Overall, he’s as sweet as can be and wants nothing more than to ensure your comfort

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy! (❁´◡`❁)

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