#identity v imagines

[strawberry-writings]

୨⎯ Ithaqua with a reader who has a crush on him ⎯୧

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚You finally confessed in the snowy place of Leo's memory.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

— ♡ When you first saw him you were fascinated with him. He seemed so amazing, his laugh, his abilites, and yeah...Whenever you see him you can't take your eyes off of him. There's just something special about him that pulls you in. You never told anyone about your crush on him, but once you did your close friend asked you this specific question.

"Have you seen his face though?"

Of course they wouldn't mean any offense by it. But they're actually right. You haven't seen his face, but you could care less. Appearance doesn't matter! Your eyes naturally gravitated towards him, and you always hoped that nobody would notice.

You often read books in the library since nobody is allowed to go outside the manor. Ithaqua often came in the library as well. You couldn't help but to always secretly look at him for so long.

You were quite obvious as well. Whenever you wouldn't see Ithaqua in the library, suddenly you only thought about where he could be. One time you were looking for the Night Watch because you couldn't find him anywhere and you made the great mistake of asking someone. The conversation went like this.

"Ah, excuse me? Have you seen the Night watch? I can't seem to find him anywhere."

You asked quietly to the Perfumer. She's known for having a loud mouth. She gasped and yelled out loudly.

"Do you have a crush on him!?"

The other survivors nearby looked at you two in confusion and or curiosity.

"I normally see him in the library! So wouldn't it be normal for me to wonder where he went?"

You desperately tried to reason with Vera. She just didn't buy it. Unfortunately for you, she always caught you looking at him everytime he was nearby and your body language changed as well.

Poor (name) was so obvious and couldn't hide their feelings for him. Not a while later a rumor went around saying that you had a crush on him and it was true. But that never stopped you from admiring Ithaqua. Due to your luck, you had to go against him in a match. Oh no, he probably already knew about the rumors. But strangely he decided to be friendly for this match because he wanted to speak to you.

He luckily found you first and looked at you. You couldn't tell if it was in curiosity, disgust, or maybe in adoration due to his mask. He reached his hand to take his mask off and behind it was a playful smile.

"So you're the one i heard that liked me a lot?"

He said in a mischievous tone but you could only admire his facial features. His eyes were beautiful, his cheeks had a slight tint of blush on it, his smile is adorable, and you could see his pretty hair as well.

"Ahaha! Rumors spread quickly don't they? I have no choice but to say yes. I actually do like you a lot..."

(name) replied with a stutter. Why were they so dumb? Ithaqua is gonna think they're weird and what if he hates them?

"I think you're cool! Your abilites are fascinating, and more..."

"What "more"?"

Ithaqua asked in a teasing tone. Just like he wanted to hear how much you liked him.

You quickly mumbled.

"Your voice, and that handsome face of yours."

He chuckled a bit at your response. So shy just for him, he hasn't had anyone admire him so much like this. Ithaqua thought of you as cute.

Ithaqua found you something new. He knew that your thoughts of him were different from the others, many thought neutrally of him but no one has thought this positively about him expect for his mother. He wants to get to know you more.

It feels like something big has happened with Ithaqua, he has never felt so curious about someone before.

"Do you want to grab a cup of tea with me sometime and have a chat? But of course, we could chat right now."

Ithaqua asked to the (hair colored) young person. (name) shyly replied back after realizing what they got themselves into.

"Ah, sure!"

While (name) and Ithaqua were having a good chat together, the other survivors were wondering what was happening. Why wasn't the hunter chasing them? And why couldn't anyone find (name) decoding. The two kept on endlessly talking throughout the match that they even forgot they were in one. Until the other survivors discovered them throwing snowballs at each other.

The other survivors kept quiet though. And whispered to each other instead to not attract any attention to them.

"Oh my, they seem like they would make a lovely couple. Their chemistry is so good."

The Entomologist said to the other survivors standing beside her. But the other survivor had to say something else that wasn't as positive.

"Aren't these types of relationships forbidden by the Baron? I find it unacceptable that a survivor and hunter would date."

The magician spat with venom. He couldn't believe that a survivor and a hunter could get into a relationship. He found the idea extremely weird.

But their thoughts don't matter. After all right now it was just you and Ithaqua. You can't feel any nervousness around him anymore, it's just like you two are meant to be.

That's their love story.

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[adiluv]

Trick or treat @ Norton 👀?

"Oh. It's just you."

Though, for all that it's worth, Norton isn't entirely sure what he'd been expecting upon hearing such an eager knocking at his door—what with the varying idiosyncrasies of the manor's ever growing population—but the sight of you donning a halloween costume certainly wasn't anything he could've prepared himself for.

There's a small smile on your face, a glimmer of pride that he can make out in the dimmed lighting as he scans your attire, waiting for an answer to the infamous question.

And, despite the fact that he's never been one to celebrate the holiday, he's worked long enough around those who do to understand the traditions, pieces of candy once passed around by the other miners—delicious sweets giving momentary motivation, even as the hot sun beat down on them.

"Let me see what I've got." He hums, leaving the door wide open as he retreats to his desk and allowing you to watch him shuffle through its drawers, accidentally bumping his hat on the underside of the mahogany once he retrieves what he's looking for. You let out a small laugh once he confirms he's alright.

He's never been the biggest fan of anything overly sugary, a tidbit of information that's only reinforced by the pieces of chocolate he drops into your outstretched hands. Dark, with an insanely high percentage of cacao, original shape distorted, a bitterness lingering within your mouth when you decide to give one a try.

Well... at least it's something?

#꒰🍥꒱﹕guest book ⋆ #꒰📍꒱﹕my writing ⋆ #꒰🧾꒱﹕events ⋆ #also first time writing norton #very fun to get a bit out of my comfort zone with these! #inbox trick or treating #identity v #identity 5 #idv #id5 #idv prospector #norton campbell #idv norton #norton campbell x reader #idv norton x reader #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v imagines #idv imagines

[oletusfragments]

i heard requests were open and i scampered over as quickly as i could, i hope i made it in time 🙏

🌠: joseph, victor and mike (seperately) with a gn! reader who got hurt badly during the match and he has to take care of them (for joseph you could make the injuries be from a nasty fall or getting hit by the trolley or something)

Thank you for your time!

— SAVE YOUR HEART FOR ME; I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED

— JOSEPH

You and an injured teammate are running away from the photographer, circling around the hospital to buy time for the decoder of your team to decode the remaining two cipher machines. One of you has already been sent back to the manor deleteriously early in the game. Your team was quite at a disadvantage especially with Joseph's ability to slow down your decoding progress.

Currently, you're supporting your injured teammate as much as you can by shielding them against Joseph's hits. You and the photographer are aware and has accepted the consequences of loving someone from a faction with an opposite purpose from each other. You are to survive and he is to kill. But your lover can't exactly find it in him to hit you, the love of his life even if it costs him the match. And do you take advantage of it. He loathes you for that sometimes.

He's trying his best to find an opening through your body block to hit the other survivor but to no avail. You are quite persistent in taking the hit for them. Shielding them so closely to the point that it looks like you're hugging them.

The chase of cat and mouse, two mice in this situation, continues between all of you. All desperately aiming for victory even with the given situation. But perhaps Joseph should've paid more attention as to how long your body would last at the repeated jumping off the two-story building of the hospital.

You jump down following your teammate from the destroyed wall of the hospital's second floor. And Joseph follows after. But this time, the sight of you and your teammate running isn't what greeted him but instead the sight of you desperately trying to stand up from the ground with your teammate trying to support you as much as they can. But with the hits they've taken from Joseph's sword, their body doesn't allow them to help you to get off and run as the photographer inches closer to the two of you.

"My dear, what happened?" Joseph kneels beside you. He puts away his sword and inspects your body for injuries and puts an arm around you.

You shake your head "Don't worry, it's not that bad." But the hiss of pain you let out when you try to move one of your legs says otherwise.

He takes your hand away that was wrapped around your ankle to see the injury for himself. Your skin is littered in purple and red. His irises–wait he doesn't have those… He glances on your ankle to your face. "Does it hurt that much? You must have hurt your ankle when you fell."

"Oh we don't know that, my ankle just probably decided to dislocate while I'm mid-air." You replied to his obvious statement.

Joseph gives you a look and you decide to change the topic "So, uh, what about the match?"

"I don't think it's a good idea to continue it when you're in this state… maybe we should just call it a draw and go back?" Your teammate speaks up. Joseph gives an approved hum and picks you up, fighting back a grin when your cheeks turn pink at the gesture.

He carried you to your room and tended to your injury all by himself. But he did call for other medical experts in the manor (such as Emily) to make sure you'd have a stable and speedy recovery.

As much as he'd like to, Joseph would abandon any work or matches he has planned on his agenda just to stay by your side. But let's say due to manor rules, he can't.

The other survivors feel like the photographer has been more aggressive with his matches these couple days. They thought that it might be because you're hurt. Technically they're right, he just wants the matches to be over so that he'd see you again quicker.

— VICTOR

It's not too surprising that you'd get injured. After all, the area all of you are living in aren't exactly safe nor are the people you're sharing under the roof with. Especially when you all are scheduled and obligated to play the "game". In this house, getting hurt is normal.

You weren't feeling it today. The past few days were tireless and you've barely gotten any sleep. But you had a match today. And you can't exactly skip it, even with how exhausted you are. The baron cares only for rules and results you give, they could care less for your lack of rest.

The match was quite peaceful, fortunately. The kiter of your team was doing well and the rest of you three are peacefully decoding the ciphers. Victor was also in the match which gave some comfort in the intense and tiring atmosphere.

But you were tired as hell, and the peace was so boring that it's encouraging you to relax. A bit too much. Your eyes droop and you lose your focus on decoding. You didn't even hear the bell that signifies an upcoming calibration. Your eyelids opened as fast as you closed them when the cipher gave you a shock for your failed calibration.

Luckily Victor has already finished your cipher and was heading to yours when he heard you scream in pain followed by a thud. He rushed to the noise and scrambled beside you to check what had happened to you.

The familiar bark heading your way gives you relief as you lie on the ground hissing and groaning while clutching your wrist. Victor looks at you worriedly as he positions himself beside you. He lets out a surprise yelp when his eyes land on your right hand. Around your palm are black spots and red marks.

"I got shocked…" You say, your voice hinting a slight disappointment towards yourself. "I fell asleep and missed a calibration."

Victor gives you a warm side hug whispering to you "Please don't beat yourself too much because of this. You were too tired and shouldn't have been in this match anyway."

He rubs your shoulders to soothe you. There's no doctor in the match right now and the area the game is set in doesn't seem to have any first aid kits or anything to help to provide. So unfortunately you'd have to sit for now until the match is over to get your wound treated.

A cipher pops from across the map and is followed by another pop. Maybe it was fortunate that there was a certain prisoner in the match to help speed up the cipher progress. There's only one cipher left needed to complete. And yours was more than halfway done. The inventor from across the map sees that too and the light bulb from the switch on the ground lights up signifying that he has made a connection to your cipher to the one near his.

"Stay here, it'll get better soon I promise." His hushed voice says to you and you nod in response. You don't have to do anything but wait right now, seems like the perfect time to take a short nap. But the zap you just had earlier just electrocuted the exhaustion out of you. Well at least you have Wick and your cute blonde lover to accompany you right now and to keep you distracted from what happened. You don't even want to look at your injured hand right now.

Victor doesn't need to take a peek from his letters to speed up his decoding. His love for you and his priority for your health and safety is enough to give him the motivation he needs to slam his fingers on the metal keyboard like his life depends on it (well technically it does I guess?).

When the last cipher popped, Victor rushed you to the nearest gate and typed in the code to get you out of there as fast as possible.

He memorized every advice Emily gave to you for your injury, even writing it down so it won't be forgotten. He also made sure to send a letter of gratitude to the doctor in thanks for her help.

The days you feel insecure or guilty for your accident, Victor was there to reassure you. Saying that any wounds or mistakes you do doesn't make him love you less and that he will always be there and take care of you when needed.

When he's not available or busy with other things, he'd send long letters and gifts to make you feel better while you rest in the meantime you're healing from your injury.

— MIKE

A risky boyo. He literally plays with bombs. As much as it helps to reduce the hunter's abilities and speed, it's still a bomb. A weapon treated as a toy and could pose a threat to the survivors side if handled wrong (ingame it doesn't do anything to fellow survs but I'm talking in a more realistic sense...does that make sense lol).

The match was just utter chaos. Sounds of bombs everywhere that your own eardrums felt like exploding. Even their ticking was enough to make your ears bleed, not just because they're annoying but also because it's the indicator to your upcoming demise of getting flown to the sky by a rocket.

Your beloved acrobat is heading towards you and the hunter, guard 26. A hunter with a seemingly unlimited stack of bombs that can rain upon you. Around you were a handful of bombs threatening to explode as soon as a foot stepped on their area, something Bonbon can also command despite the timer. Making it harder for your lover to rescue you unscathed.

Mike runs towards Bonbon and leaps above him, dropping a fire bomb. He cartwheels to your chair and stands up immediately to untie you from the binds. But as soon as you get out of the seat, bombs explode on the two of you. He missed.

"Oh… oopsies. Sorry." He gives you a strained smile while his eyes display annoyance. You can't even be mad when he already looks guilty enough for the mistake. Ah, well he tried his best. What's fortunate at least is that you didn't get incapacitated and both of you managed to get away with the help of the speed boost of your will to live. The amount of miracles that happened in the overwhelming situation was absurd but you'd take any chance god gives you.

But unfortunately, your luck ends there. You all still end up getting eliminated and receive a loss for the match.

Both you and Mike are treating each other's burns in your room. It wasn't only you who suffered but him as well. He apologized to you profusely for his mistake at the match.

"If it only landed properly, the match could've gone better… damn…"

You use your arms to lift your weight to scoot closer to him, wincing when the burns in your legs brush with the fabric of the mattress. "We all make mistakes, don't beat yourself up over it."

"But look at us! We got cooked." He points at both your legs, which are wrapped in dressings.

"There's nothing we can do to change the past now, no matter the amount of regrets we have right now. We just gotta make sure it won't happen next time."

He hums in contemplation before replying to you, "You're right."

His head shot up as if an idea sparked in his mind and you look at him curiously "And next time, I'll do cooler stunts while I explode a bomb on their face! I'll do this cool flip like…" Mike motions his ideas with his hands in a way that's only comprehensible to him as you nod pretending–but trying–to understand.

"Oh, I have a lot of work to do!" He says, giddy with excitement and an earnest look on his face. Seems that he's recovered from his depressed state. You smile at him, glad that he's shining once again. But there's still one thing he needs to consider…

"Mike, you should let your legs heal first…"

"...Oh, right."

You two spend time with each other while also healing together. He'd caress your injuries and kiss them but they're burns. They hurt when touched so he can't (😔).

Mike makes you laugh by telling jokes and silly stories in return for you comforting him. He's even willing to serve you meals in bed if you want him to and no, he won't let you do any work. See it as a redemption for his undignified rescue, he says.

N: I think I focused more on the scenario than the caring part, especially at Mike's part and you can see very well which parts I gave up on oml 😭😭 Sorry this took long!

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[stellari-s]

🎄

request; kind of from a friend? well, merry early christmas, guys! i probably won't be around when it actually comes, so.

wc; 326.

tags; gn! reader, default! ithaqua, could be romantic or platonic (your choice & ambiguous), christmas🎄✨, soft, kind of fluff with maybe a small hint of angst, based off of a certain twisted wonderland quote.

summary; having known ithaqua for a while now, you decide to ask what he wants for christmas this year... what will he say?

“what do you want for christmas?” you sit on the wooden chair, taking small bites from a cake you had brought from the foothill town. “it’s almost that time.”

ithaqua at first insists it’s ‘nothing’, a front you can't help but chuckle at. “must i always read your feelings?” you tease, “you can’t keep them hidden away forever. nor am i psychic, for better or worse.”

“ah, fine, you just want me to come up with something?” ithaqua thinks to himself, his finger on his chin. you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“well, you think about it. i’m going to wash the dishes. it's the least i can do for coming over somewhat uninvited.”

ithaqua smiled wryly. “...for better or worse, i'm used to it.”

some time later...

“i do have one christmas wish, i suppose.”

“took you long enough. so? what is it you wish for?”

“for you...” ithaqua averts his eyes. for a moment, you think you can see his cheeks flush a bit - was it the lighting of the fireplace crackling beside you two? “...to smile more this year. i guess.”

you widen your eyes; you weren’t sure what answer you were expecting, but that was not one of them. to top it off, you can feel something wrap around you.

ithaqua is hugging you from behind. an unexpected gesture, considering his general aversion to physical touch, but maybe if he initiated it it was within his comfort?

his hug is a little awkward, like he hadn't hugged since a time forgotten, but his arms are nonetheless warm.

“you’re not afraid of me, and i still haven’t figured out why. you’re a complete mystery that i can’t solve. yet, despite all that... i find i’m slowly becoming more afraid.”

“afraid?”

“afraid of losing you,” he whispers, his arms tightening slightly around you, “i don’t know why - and i don’t think i will know for the rest of my life.”

#identity v #idv #第五人格 #id5 #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #夜の番人 #identity v ithaqua #identity v night watch #identity v x you #ithaqua x reader #idv x reader #identity v x reader #christmas #gn reader #identity v imagines #idv imagines #idv x you #reader insert #night watch #イタカ #idv fanfic #identity v fanfic #idv ithaqua x reader

[acosmicblizzard]

Warmth In the Cold

Big Brother Ithaqua brainrot? Big Brother Ithaqua brainrot. Also feeding my age regression but we don't talk about that-

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of fire + blizzards, Mentions and descriptions of hypothermia, Reader almost fucking dies-

Story type: Angstish, Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Ithaqua - "Nightwatch" & YoungerSibling!Reader

(possible ooc due to the hunter not even being released in game yet, I got bored in the middle of writing this 😭)

Harsh winds blew through the Plateau of Lang, seemingly making a hissing noise as it cut through the sky with strong force. Pure white snow that you once played in now became the burial place of many poor souls who didn't know how to travel the storms your family was all to common with. You shivered, small trembling hands clutching around a blanket. Your bedroom cloaked in darkness with the only light coming through the bottom of the door of your bedroom, with the candles in the lanterns lighting up the hallway outside slowly burning away. You could see your breath materialize into cold huffs of air Infront of you, you knew you were going to freeze, living here in the mountains this long along with the lessons from your mother and brother you knew, but there was nothing you could do. Your legs were to weak to stand up for long without collapsing on you, you knew how to light a fire and if you could would re-light the fireplace in your room but were to weak. All you could do was sit there and shiver and hope, hope that maybe you'd somehow survive, hope your mother and brother would get back from watching the night, hope everything could be okay. You didn't know what time it was and what time your mother and brother would get back from their nightwatch duties, the beautiful shinning moon giving slight light to your freezing bedroom. You stared at it mindlessly, your brain doing anything it could to distract you from the cold numbing pain it was experiencing. So mindless infact you didn't hear the sound of the door to the small quaint cabin you live in open and the sound of footsteps towards you bedroom door. The door slowly creaked open as a figure popped their head into the room, their eyes trying to make out things in the darkness. "You're still awake? Why are you up? You know mom will be upset that you aren't going to bed at your bedtime." A familiar voice said as the person approached you, holding a lantern as they took off their hood revealing their face too you. It was your brother, Ithaqua. As soon as he put his warm hand on your shoulder his eyes widened in panic as he realized you were freezing. "Oh shi-, stay here okay?!" Ithaqua quickly rushed out of the room to grab some extra firewood and grabbing matches to light up all the candles in your room. In what seemed like seconds your room was lit up in light once again and you had been picked up and moved closer to the fireplace by your older brother. You felt a heavy but warm and fluffy piece of cloth wrap around your shoulders and chest, Ithaqua prioritizing your safety took off his coat he'd usually nightwatch in these cold mountains in and wrapped it around you. Wiping off any snow that remained on the coat as he hugged you from behind. You took a deep breath as your body started feeling like normal again, your blood flow slowly starting to return to normal. "What happened Y/n? You're usually so careful when it comes to taking care of fires. Thank the gods I got here in time..." Ithaqua muttered his hands running through your hair, combing it in attempts of both calming himself and you down. "I-I don't know, I probably fell asleep in the middle of managing it.. I'm sorry." Ithaqua patted your head and made a shushing noise. "It's okay don't apologize, it's not your fault. Be more careful in the future okay? I don't know what me or mom would do if we lost you.." You nodded and leaned more into the taller man behind you mumbling a "okay" back to him. "Are you still cold? If you want I can make you some warm milk." You shook your head leaning into him more as he smiled. "Okay, don't worry. I'm not leaving you. Not until the ends of the earth."

The plateau of Lang is many poor souls resting places due to the cold and the blizzards, almost everyday it takes a life. That's why the nightwatch job your mother and brother do is so important, it's believed death is the will of the gods, and defying death could be defying the gods. But for tonight, another soul the gods tried to take was spared by the benevolence of the nightwatchers.

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[fuxuannie]

┊ #1 GEPARD ENJOYER !!! ★ ꒰SAGE꒱

┊ anon list ⇆ reworking masterlist.. ⇆ rules ⇆ tags

┊ reqs ?? OPENN !!! (slower than usual though)

┊my profile looks a lot better on light mode, just saying . . . (ㅅ´ ˘ `) a bit of a goofy goober at times

[ithaquasbbg]

A sequel to my pre-manor fic from two days ago.. bc I left it in a good-ish place to continue! Yipee. If this is the first fic you find of the two.. go look at “Love me again”- which should be linked on a masterlist :)) could also be maybe read separately.

A broken man - Ithaqua x reader

Pairing: Post-oletus manor! Ithaqua x reader

Tw: Attempted self harm, Traumatic flashbacks, mentions of physical violence (especially referring to the matches), disordered eating mentality, self dehumanizing (if that makes sense?)

Ithaqua slowly walks down an all too familiar path, thinking about his mother and you. How could the memories ever leave his mind? He can remember the way you passed in his arms and he had never noticed. He can still remember your face, the one he was promised to see again should he have survived those god forsaken games. Though, he finds himself shaking violently the moment he opens the door to his cottage, barely able to even step foot inside.

He hears the sound of talking that suddenly stops when the door opens, as a woman slowly walks towards the door of the cottage, bearing the same long red hair his mother had so long ago. “…Ithaqua?” Her eyes widen as she stares at him. It seemed his pain was worth it in that moment, for his mother to have forgotten all about the harm his twin had inflicted upon her.

Ithaqua nods, flinching as his mother quickly pulls him in to her embrace. He’s unsure if he should panic at the feeling of touch once again, especially after the long period he spent in that god forsaken manor. His heart shatters the moment he looks into his mothers eyes, realizing that even now that he had inflicted traumas upon himself for her to forget her own, she would still be worried for him, even if his own monstrous reflection was the very thing that caused this.

“(Name), come here!” Mother yells, the sounds of your footsteps running down the hall as you come to the entryway, staring up at Ithaqua as tears fill your eyes. For you, the tears were those of joy. But for Ithaqua, the moment he sees you crying like he had the day of your death, he’s reminded of how badly he failed you. That very moment, the walls around him crumble as he starts wailing, unable to hold back the regret and fear he had felt for years. The regret of not being able to save you, and the fear that you or his mother would despise him the moment he returned from the manor.

Slowly, you walk to Ithaqua and pull him as close as he’ll allow, feeling the way he shakes at the touch, as if something had happened. It was strange, the way you had no memory of the day he had suddenly disappeared, but you remembered being heartbroken, screaming his name desperately with his mother. Though something about these memories felt fabricated to you, and perhaps to him as well.

After trying and failing to calm Ithaqua down, you and his mother bring him back to his bedroom and give him some privacy, hoping that would help. But within a few minutes, you hear the sound of glass shattering and rush to his room, seeing him on the ground in the middle of scattered mirror shards, holding a sharp piece of glass up to his own eye. “Ithaqua!” The way you take the glass from him is almost instinctual, keeping him from harming himself any further than he could have done already.

“What is this about?” You ask, looking at him and finally getting a good look at his face before he looks away. He looks exhausted and thinner than you remember, the once lovely shine he had in his eyes gone, replaced with a full blue color, only fear visible in those once gorgeous eyes of his. “…Im a monster” he whispers, choking back sobs while staring at the shards around him. “It’s my fault, (Name), it’s all my fault”

Not knowing how to comfort him, you simply put a hand on his trembling shoulder, watching as he flinches, almost expecting something to hit him. When he realizes you won’t do that, he looks back at you with widened eyes, tears still falling as he tries to understand why he’s being treated so gently after so long of being viewed as nothing but a monster.

“Ithaqua.. what happened to you?” There’s a moment of silence before he whispers a response, his voice much more shrill than its usual tone. “I took a deal, to help you.. they had me do.. terrible.. things to people and-” He’s unable to continue speaking, gagging at the way he remembers it all, the screams of the people he hunted, the way they’d hit him while trying to get away, how he had become nothing but a monster to almost everyone else in his world in that time. “I can’t say it..”

You slowly grab his hand, planting a kiss along his knuckles as he watches you closely, almost unsure if he can even trust you in this situation. “You are not a monster, my love, you’re anything but a monster to me.” Ithaqua simply frowns and shuts his eyes, holding back tears. “You don’t understand, (name)! I’m going to hurt you, that’s all I’ve been able to do-” he stops mid sentence, voice unable to form coherent sentences as he starts sobbing once again, his shaking frame clinging into yours as if it was a life line.

Slowly, you lift your hand and run it through his hair as he used to. For a moment, he tenses up before relaxing into your touch, continuing to cry into your shoulder. “I’ve got you, darling, you’re safe in my arms.” Ithaqua seems comforted by this as he nods, a quiet sound resonating from his throat as he pushes his still trembling frame into yours, his sobs quieting down as he looks up at your face,

After hours of him sitting in your arms, you have his mother help you carry him into bed, pulling him into you as you keep him tight, kissing his forehead. “I love him so much, (name).” His mother slowly changes him into cleaner clothing, unknown bruises and cuts littering his entire body, frail to the point he looks as if he might break. “It hurts so badly to see my little boy like this..” Tears run down her face as she plants a kiss on her sons cheek. “I’m worried he’ll never be the same person he used to be..”

You tried to reassure her before she went to bed that night, though hours later you wake up to hear him in the bathroom, violently ill. “Ithaqua..?” You run your eyes as you get up, trying to open the door, which to your relief was left unlocked. In front of you, sits the young man, too weak from the purging to lift his head. Instead, all you get is a short hum in response to your voice, seeing his eyes peeking over at you, welling up with tears as you kneel next to him, gently pulling his hair back, knowing there was not much you could do at the moment other than attempt to distract him from whatever nightmare he had.

“Do you remember when we met, Ithaqua?” You ask, seeing him nod slowly as his trembling slows. “The way you’d always go out of your way to help every little animal or child you’d see.. that’s why I fell in love with you.” Ithaqua bites his lip, staring down at the floor. “I’m not like that anymore, (name).” He whispers, his voice cracking as he laughs sadly, only to be cut off by you kissing his forehead once again. “If you were the monster you say you were, Ithaqua, I doubt you’d care this much.”

You slowly pick him up and run a warm bath, helping him scrub his bruised body as he watches you, finding himself longing for more and more of your touch as he leans into your hands, a tiny smile forming on his face for the first time since that night.. “I’ll never leave your side, just like you’ve never left mine, I promise.” Ithaquas eyes widen as he hums. It seems that even after being broken down for years, you and mother still loved him. This makes him feel as if everything was worth it, just to see you get a second chance at living along with his mother, to be held in your arms as you grow old together, the way he had always wished it to be.

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[viiixs]

some flying guillotine hcs??

silly mischievous man x silent man

(opt) how would they interact with requiem 👀

- ✨💅

General Flying Guillotine HCS

— XTRA; meeting and interactions with REQUIEM

!! warning – mentions of corpses, smoking, blood

« HCS »

» Flying Guillotine is a very feared name in China Town, you never know when They’ll appear and when They do, its often said to not get in their way nor rat them out. if you’re feeling a little too adventurous for your own safety, perhaps you’ll have to wish your prayers of love will reach your family and loved ones before you meet your end. They’re said to be the Nightmare of China Town.

» They both work under Lady Thirteen, The China Town Beauty, as Her Hit men. They would do anything just to clear the speck of dirt in Her name, whether if They had to get their hands bloodied up in the process. Lady Thirteen was a mere celebrity in China Town, seen as perfect and Elegant. yet who knew that She would actually be their Boss?

» They work for Lady Thirteen as a way to repay her for what she has done for them in the past. It was during a difficult time in both their Lives and ever since then, They started to work for Her. yet theres a small rumor that spread like wildfire, that Flying Guillotine is trying to find Lady Thirteen and Hurt her. Many Residents of the Town have feared and prayed for that Rumour to be nothing more but a false narrative that was created just for a scare. yet who knows? no one knows the true intentions of Flying Guillotine and their main goal in the first place, not even Lady Thirteen herself in that matter.

…………………

» starting off strong with their dynamic being absolutely like a cat and dog one. you have FG!Wujiu whose just tired + no energy while FG!Bi’an has tons of energy.

» during off days, Bi’an would usually ask Wujiu if He’s up to check some places in the area, relax in the Tea-House or have a nice game of cards. Wujiu would usually (mostly) say yes, but in some cases He would just be too tired.

» Flying Guillotine are smokers, if you couldn’t tell. They would usually smoke to cool off some steam and thats about it, well, there would be some occasions where They would just want to smoke for no reason or they just feel like it.

» if cigarettes aren’t available, they would usually just lay around in the Tea-House to drink Tea or to grab a bite. Fan Wujiu usually opts for something filling while Xie Bi’an chooses something light. They usually use it as their resting place during closing hours since it’ll just cause havoc if they come in during working hours, besides, Lady Thirteen owns the place. so another reason would be so they could discuss business with Her.

» when doing actual business per se, They usually tend to avoid public spaces as it’ll just lead to more suspicion. imagine going to the market just to get some fruit, and you just see an unconscious body right infront of you. either way, not really pleasant.

» If they have no choice whatsoever, They’d usually clean up the evidence (or atleast try to) when they have the time. if the blood is way too cemented on the ground, They usually just leave it be. sure, it can still hold suspicion which contradicts to their actual plan, but atleast its not a literal body.

» Their Missions usually go smoothly, until a certain distraction has been showing up.

» It was no other than Requiem. Requiem and Flying Guillotine are in no good terms. Their bosses, True Proof and Lady Thirteen has also some vendetta against eachother aswell, which lead to a rivarly between the two groups. so maybe that also adds onto that.

» Their meetings are pure coincidences. if they do happen to meet, It’ll just be laced with pure annoyance with a spat exchange of words.

» maybe a glare, maybe a side eye, who knows. Their Interactions with the pair have always been Limited due to their respective Missions. They could maybe get into good terms, yes. but with how things are happening, its doubtful. but not impossible.

NOTE: GETS DOWN ON MY KNEES

ANNNNOOONNN IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THIS SOB SOB, I PROMUSE IT WAS ON MY MIND I JUST KEPT PROCRASTINATING. ITS ON ME.

anyway hi im sorry for not posting for like a monrh or something writers block got me feeling different, and also because i should tell myself to stop adding scenarios/fanfics to almost all my requests when i see fit. because it definitely slows down my pace when it comes to writing. anyway!!

i also apologize if this was? idk prettu bland or its not what you’re wanting, anon. but i really had nothing in mind and just… went with it.

i’m also super happy requiem is finally getting a little more attention. since last time when i wrote here (2021?) He barely had anything. so its very nice since hes my fav wu chang skin! :3

also, i do still have some more guillotine headcanons i didnt add. for instance, i headcanon Wujiu usually asks Bi’an to help braid his hair and stuff like that. but this’ll suffice. (hopefully)

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[storyoffracturedstars]

Escape (Norton Campbell)

“Hey Norton?” You called from on top of him, hands placed on either side of his chest. The man in question turned his head to look at you, his hands placed on top of your head as he stopped caressing your locks. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“We’re going to escape this hell together right?” 

Norton pursed his lips as he laid his head back down, eyes now staring at the ceiling. If he were to be honest, he didn’t know. Sure he wanted to get the prize that was promised to him. No. He WANTED to make sure that the prize was his. However, due to the circumstances given to him, he didn’t know what to say to you. 

“I’m not sure,” His eyes once again met yours, watching yours, which stared  into his.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, knowing that the words that you’ve spoken were false. You broke the silence with your words, a grin plastered on your lips, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that you’ll win this game.” 

You touched his lips with your thumb, tracing its outline before giving him a quick kiss, “I’ll make sure that you’ll get everything you desire.”

“Sure you will sweetheart.” He weaved his hands through your hair, pulling your head near his as he gave you one more kiss, “Don’t overdo it though.”

You simply giggled, laying your head on his chest as you listened to his heart. “I will,” You closed your eyes, your breath steady as you slowly dozed off. “You’ll live through this. I promise you.”

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You held your breath as you watched Norton hit Melly, effectively knocking the poor girl out. If you were to be honest, you didn’t know what was happening. You knew that it was going to be dangerous, that this GAME was going to be dangerous. You had no idea, however, that there was going to be a little girl included here.

You felt sick. However, it was the grin that Norton had while knocking out Melly that truly made your stomach churn. 

Norton, on the other hand, could feel his adrenaline rush as he knocked out Melly. She has always been in his way and has always made his blood boil. He let out a satisfied exhale, smiling when he saw the girl out cold. 

“Ah, that hit the spot. Let’s go Y/n.” He stopped on his tracks when he saw a being coming towards him, which he soon realized to be Orpheus. Orpheus, who had turned into something that he could not recognize.

“Norton!” Norton felt someone push him out of the Nightmare’s way, effectively saving him from the hit that he was supposed to receive. His body fell to the ground, his heart beating quickly due to the fear he felt from his former teammate.  

However, his heart clenched when he realized who was hit in exchange. He watched as Nightmare hit you over and over again, your pretty little face slowly getting unrecognizable. “Stop…” He whispered, his lips trembling as he stood up from his spot before running towards the possessed man, “STOP, ORPHEUS!”

He tried to push him away from you, however he was too strong. Nightmare looked at Norton, angered from being interrupted but you held onto him tightly. Nightmare, sensing that you were still alive, turned his attention back to you, hitting you with everything that he got. 

He was about to stop him but your eyes pleaded for him not to. “Run, please Norton.”

He watched as Nightmare continuously hit you, his heart that didn’t know could feel clenching in sadness, “How can I when you’re…”

“I promised you didn’t I?” You spoke out quietly, ever so quiet that he didn’t almost hear it. You felt your consciousness slip, feeling every bit of hurt as you continuously got beaten up by Nightmare. You stared at Norton, who’s tears slowly built up in his eyes. You let out a weak smile, gesturing to Norton that he should go, “So, survive for me, yeah?”

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[rosemaze-reveries]

Ahh hello! I really liked your joker (weeping clown) x reader story! May I ask for a weeping clown x male reader who is huge of physical affection? Please and thankyou!

ty anon for fueling my weepy obsession 🙈

⚜️ Joker hasn’t experienced much physical affection in his life, but it’s something he has always craved. Coupled with his eagerness to please his partner in every way possible, your affectionate side makes you very compatible.

⚜️ That being said, it will take him some time to realize he actually enjoys it. He keeps getting flustered and unsure of himself whenever you hold him, worried he’s somehow doing this wrong.

⚜️ He rarely initiates — if you’re lounging somewhere and invite him to join you, he sits nearby but won’t touch. He just gazes at you, his big doe eyes lit up with sheer love, and waits until you prompt him closer.

⚜️ He apologizes for every little thing. For getting closer. For accidentally bumping you when he repositions his arm. For “moving too much.” Even for being near you at all.

⚜️ The first few times you spend cuddling with him, his heart rate spikes, and he stumbles over anything he tries to say. The next few times, he’s so caught up in making sure you’re comfortable that he still won’t let himself relax.

⚜️ He loves to hold your hands — they’re warm and safe, and it’s not as overwhelming as being enveloped in your arms. He also likes it when you cup his face 🤲

⚜️ You often come up to pepper him in congratulatory kisses after his performances. It catches him so off guard initially but soon it’s all he can think about during his acts. His favorite part of performing is seeing your excitement at the end ♡

⚜️ In general, he tends to equate his self-worth to the reception he gets from others, so he tries to amuse you constantly.

⚜️ He’ll take your hands and whirl you into a clumsy polka dance, bring you handmade gifts, perform little magic tricks for you, break into mime acts at random intervals... Anything to see your smile!

⚜️ Dressing up before shows probably becomes more intimate. You randomly come up to embrace him from behind while he’s at his dressing table.

⚜️ A combination of pre-show jitters + your presence sometimes prevents him from keeping his hands steady -- so you might have to take over doing his makeup for him. He’s apologetic but he enjoys the close proximity

#identity v #idv imagines #weeping clown #weeping clown x you #weeping clown x reader #idv reader insert #joker x reader #identity v x reader #identity v imagines

[strawberry-writings]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Joy˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

☆*♡¡~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑~¡♡*☆

♡ Vera nair paired with a child!you ♡

~fluff, platonic...

{♡} Today the survivor's would be meeting a new survivor, there isn't much information on the certain survivor but all they know is that they're quite young. But that wouldn't stop Vera's morning routine.

She made sure to brush her teeth with toothpaste and a toothbrush, take a morning bath, and prepare herself for the day. She was assigned a match today so she would unfortunately have to go to battle.

She went with her signature red lipstick and black mascara, the beauty mark on her face isn't exactly too prominent so she used eyeliner to highlight it. Vera wore her basic clothing which was purple at the most, it was her favorite color.

Vera stepped out of her room and went to eat breakfast she normally ate a crossiant, and that's what she did. She simply ate a crossiant and drank some tea, but she would have to eat a lot more for dinner as she would need that energy. During matches you basically have to run from cipher to cipher, run while kiting the hunter, and run to rescue the others.

She would have to eat more to stay energized, the match was scheduled at 10:50am daytime but everyone heard Ms. Dyer speak to someone. They speculated that it was the new survivor and a certain individual, Mike Morton was good at making friends so maybe he would become friends with the new survivor.

The doctor came into the room with a child.

"(name) you'll be staying here from now on, and make sure to always tell me when you need help or something else."

Emily smiled at the young child, a bunch of survivors sat at the dinner table in shock because what was another child doing at this terrible manor? The Little girl in the manor also known as Memory approached the other child, she smiled and introduced herself.

"Hi! My name's Memory what's your name?"

(name) answered.

"My name is (name) it's nice to meet you Memory.."

The blonde little girl grabbed her hand and approached each survivor in the dinner room one by one. She eventually approached Vera, and pointed at her while saying

"This is The perfumer Vera nair and she's a container! She has also amazing taste in fashion!"

Vera looked down at the two children standing infront of her she decided to wave at (name) and Memory. (name) gave Vera a polite smile, but Vera was pondering about something else so she didn't notice.

A few hour's passed and Vera carefully walked to the matching room and to her surprise she saw the new survivor with The postman and The mechanic wearing her candy girl costume. The hunter was the Bloody queen also known as Mary.

Poor (name) looked quite anxious and scared for her first match, Vera swore deep down to protect her as she didn't want her to get injured by the hunter. She planned to take the first kite.

As everything went black Vera saw a familiar map called Leo's memory but it was rather more of a dawn outside, Vera ran carefully to the factory and began decoding. She saw (name) struggling with decoding so she decided to help, and she began decoding with (name).

(name) unfortunately got too frustrated and started crying a bit. Vera got down to her height and started comforting her, she tried her best to cheer (name) up.

After comforting the child they gave The perfumer a smile full of joy, but both their heartbeats increased which was a sign that the hunter was nearby. The Bloody queen entered the factory and gave them a smile, Tracy followed after Mary and seemed to be having a good time.

Vera immediately knew that the hunter was friendly and carefully took (name) to Mary and explained that she was being friendly. The Bloody queen showed her abilites and summoned her aqua mirror, everyone could see Mary's reflection and it soon disappeared.

They all went outside together and started having a snowball battle, Vera let (name) win and Tracy got hit by Mary's snowball. It was only (name) and Mary left.

"Oh nooooo! I'm doomed!"

Mary said faking a dramatic voice before feeling a cold sensation on her face. (name) had won the snowball battle and she gave everyone a smile full of joy and happiness, it was the smile Vera had while she was still with her dead sister.

Vera's real name isn't Vera its actually Chloé Nair, she murdered her sister because she supposedly plagiarized her work in perfumery, but that wasn't her twin sister's real intentions. Chloé still feels the immense amount of guilt till this day.

The match ended as The Bloody queen surrendered, and while going back to the manor The postman wasn't seen during the match. He was considered introverted and quiet and liked to communicate with animals.

Tracy, Vera, and (name) laughed and smiled on their way back from the match, it was truly a moment of Joy.

♡~

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[adiluv]

@jklovu your ask disappeared when i attempted to move it to my drafts but here it is!

"... Hm?"

Ganji freezes, if only for a split second, upon opening the door to his room, unexpectedly greeted by the sight of your figure—standard attire abandoned in place of a haphazardly thrown together costume. Your hands are cupped and extended towards him as you repeat your declaration, eyes sparkling with expectancy as he scans your altered appearance.

It takes him a few seconds to register the reasoning behind this sudden change of style, to reconnect memories of his past and the holiday itself—of horribly cold weather as he was dragged from home to home, utterly astonished by the strength of his hosts' child.

A shame, really, that he never shared the same penchant for sweets.

"I... don't have any candy." He grumbles, though his tone lacks any real severity, and you grin—wide and wry and he immediately recognizes that this means trouble, "But I do know who does." And, after a beat. "If it's enough to spare me from your wrath."

You nod, and it's his turn to smile, leaning in as though he was telling you his deepest, darkest secret. A few minutes later, a groan is heard from the hunter's side of the manor.

#꒰🍥꒱﹕guest book ⋆ #꒰📍꒱﹕my writing ⋆ #꒰🧾꒱﹕events ⋆ #first time writing ganji #i hope i did alright! #inbox trick or treating #identity v #identity 5 #idv #id5 #idv batter #ganji gupta #idv ganji #ganji gupta x reader #idv ganji x reader #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v imagines #idv imagines

[oletusfragments]

— I SMILE A LOT WHEN I'M IN FRONT OF YOU ; I FEEL LOVE, AFFECTION

⋄ Surprising each other on Valentine's Day

Characters: Andrew Kreiss, Demi Bourbon, Norton Campbell

▭ self indulg. ▭ genderneutral ▭ fluff ▭ not proofread ▭

— ANDREW

Being with you feels like a dream. Andrew hadn't realized that it's almost Valentine's day.

Just kidding, he's actually been thinking about it since December. What? You're so special to him. It's only right he does something special for you too.

He noted every small detail that gives a clue about what you're fond of. And despite his dislike for social situations, he approached Emma to help him set up a gift for you.

Actually, he tried to approach her. It was the gardener that confronted him after she noticed that he's been following her while staring at her as if wanting to ask her something. Much to the grave keeper's relief, Emma was happy to help.

But he can't help but get worried. The gardener kept giggling and snickering whenever he was with you. She might give away the surprise! But for some reason, you were also fidgety. Do you already know? Maybe you don't like it? Oh god, he's even more uneasy now.

He thought of dropping the surprise but then that means he won't have anything for you at valentine's day. No, he loves you. And he trusts you.

The day of the much awaited Valentine's day finally arrived. After lunchtime, he planned to ask you to meet him in the garden while trying not to be obvious as possible.

"Can you meet me at the garden later, dear? I-it's nothing serious. I just...have something to show you."

"What? That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing." You said to him.

What a coincidence, he merely thought.

Meanwhile, you were feeling antsy. Andrew did say that it's nothing serious. But you hoped it wouldn't ruin what you want to do for him today.

After you both parted, Andrew immediately went to his room to quickly get his presents and arrive first at the garden. It'd be ugly if he arrived last, he thought.

The albino waits at the garden with trepidation, as he stands there holding your presents—a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a present wrapped in a wrapper of your favorite color.

"Ah! Andrew, you're already here..."

He hears your voice and footsteps approach him. But why do you sound slightly disappointed? Oh no. No, it's too late to back out!

He feels your figure behind him and he preps himself. His hands slightly trembling from nervousness. He inhales, gathering up courage before turning around to face you, almost losing his balance.

"Y/N, Happy Valentine's Day!" Andrew shouts. Oh Lord, he didn't mean to be that loud. The grave keeper flushes in embarrassment while hanging his head low, and his eyes closed.

"Oh...I..."

He knew it. You're embarrassed for him, aren't you? He trembles in his stance, scared of what you'll say next.

But only your laughter was heard.

Andrew gulped. Were you making fun of him now? He looked up at you, confused and mortified.

But there you were in front of him, bathed in the sunlight peeking from the clouds. You were holding a bouquet of his favorite purple irises wrapped in a light pink wrapper and a gift wrapped Ina wrapper with heart patterns. You were laughing heartily.

To him, you looked breathtaking. It doesn't matter if you say you look like a mess or you're only wearing casual clothes. You looked beautiful.

"Ahaha! I was planning to surprise you first."

His mouth falls agape in shock and his blush deepens. What? "I–...those are for me?"

"Of course! Did you think I wasn't going to do anything for you today?" You asked, walking closer to him.

"I didn't think...well..." The grave keeper fumbles over his words.

You take the present you were carrying to your other arm so you could caress his cheek.

"Andrew, you mean the world to me. And I'd do anything to prove to you just how special you are." You say before pulling him down/tilting his head up to meet your lips–taking him in a sweet kiss.

The two of you part, breathless.

"I love you."

— DEMI

February 14th isn't just about Valentine's Day, it's also Demi's birthday! It's twice the celebration!

That is why you've been wracking up your brain trying to think of something to do for the lovely barmaid of the manor.

Perhaps you've been too stressed trying to come up with something since Demi kept trying to ask you what was wrong despite telling her that you're fine.

"You sure? Don't work yourself up too much, okay?" Demi says, combing her fingers through your hair.

If you didn't stop yourself, you might've fallen asleep from the gesture with the help of her voice that sounded like a lullaby to you after going through a frustration.

Really, what can you do for this beautiful woman?

What can you do?

That question never left you. Even as you wrote a newfound idea. The reason why your mind stays awake even though your eyes wanted to close that night.

The day after that, you started planning and preparing furiously. It almost intimidated the others around you. It was like you had grown another pair of arms as they witnessed you feverishly prepare something in the kitchen.

Demi had taught you how to mix drinks before. She was so passionate about teaching it to you that she even expressed that she anticipates your progress. In fact, in the future, once the both of you find Demi's brother, you plan to set up a bar run by Demi and you.

So you thought, why not mix a drink to show her how much you've improved? Paired up with a romantic dinner or lunch (whatever you prefer) date, prepared by your own hands.

That is what you've been trying to achieve in the kitchen. A mix that you could impress her with.

You felt giddy and nervous while making it. And those feelings never leave you even as you look at your own work on the special day.

A white table embroidered with floral patterns, two seats–that you made sure was comfortable to sit on, in front of it are the meals you've prepared, and in the middle of the table was a vase containing a few roses. The drink you've especially made was lying in your hands. You were still unsure, even after the million taste tests you did. It tasted fine but will it be good enough?

Demi was going to arrive here sooner or later. There's no time to panic or to alter things. You'll just have to make sure it goes well, and if it doesn't–you leave it up to date and hope for the best.

"Well, my. Is this all for me?"

You almost jumped out of your skin. The bottle in your hands almost shattered from your grip. But the presence behind you merely laughed.

"Yes–! Demi! Happy Birthday! …And Happy Valentine's day too!" You greeted, facing her sheepishly.

The barmaid chuckled once again. How precious you are, she thinks.

"And what's that?"She points at the porcelain bottle in your hands.

"Ah, well...I made it for you. It's a mix I made on my own. I hope you like it."

Demi grins wider. She rushed up to hug you and kissed your cheek. "Aw, geez. You've certainly outdone yourself. How can my present be as amazing as yours?"

What? You break away from her embrace. "What do you mean?"

Demi pulls a small red box adorned with a white ribbon from her pockets. You could smell the faint scent of chocolates and roses from it.

"I have something for you too." She says while handing it to you.

You shook your head, "But Demi, it's your special day today! You shouldn't have…"

"Ha! That's right. It's my birthday and I get to do what I want. And I chose to give you a gift." She declared, urging you to take the gift.

Her eyes narrowed and she gave you a sly grin, "You'll do anything for the birthday girl, right?"

You could only sigh as you gave up attempting to argue with her. Cradling the bottle on one of your arms carefully while you use your vacant hand to take her gift.

"Now let's dine in! I can't wait to try what you've made!" Demi grabbed your arm and pulled you with her as she rushed to the table.

"Ah–hold on!" You exclaim.

The rest of the time was filled with smiles and laughter as the two of you enjoyed your time together.

— NORTON

Look, he's broke. That is no secret. He would have never thought that a holiday, something he hardly think about, turns into a day he'll stress himself out on.

Everyone could see that the prospector is working harder to earn money than usual. That says a lot, because Norton has always been a hardworking individual. Others regarded this change as just desperation to conquer poverty quick.

Perhaps the said motive still stays true. It's what the prospector claims to the few people that asked him to atleast take a break. But what he's not telling is that it's always you that appears in his head as he works. How badly he wants to use his money to get you the riches you deserve to be pampered with. But dear, he needs that money to eat, that's why he's trying to earn more.

Actually, You and Norton aren't a thing yet. He's planning to confess to you this valentine's day—as cheesy as that may sound.

He wish he could give you more, really. But he hopes that these three red roses and chocolates in a heart shaped box is enough. It was the most popular gifts—and the cheapest.

Beneath the moody exterior that shouts "I don't care!" Is a heart that is nervous and wishing to love. He does in fact care, he does in fact love you.

Norton may not be able to afford certain things, but he could prove to you that he can give you all the love in the world. He just hopes that you'd give this poor man a chance.

Please? The plead repeats on his head as the pen writes an invitation for you to meet him at the garden on the day of valentine's.

Please? The word repeats on his head, his heart starts to beat faster as he approaches you with the gifts at hand.

"...I love you. I mean it." Please. Let me love you.

In front of him, you stand surprised. But what you did next shocked him even more.

You pulled your very own gifts and a love letter addressed to him from behind you.

You smiled warmly at him, something that felt like a comforting blanket after being in the cold for too long.

"I wanted to tell you the same thing! I–...I love you too." You confess, face flushing.

Norton stands, face blank but cheeks turning noticeably red. His eyes softened, and he let out an eased sigh.

"I have one more thing to give to you, actually." He says, moving closer to you.

"Wha–really? Norton that's–" You couldn't finish your sentence. Taken aback when he took your hands in his and put it in his chest. Where you could feel his heart racing despite his unbothered expression.

"My heart. It's yours." He says and captured your lips in his.

[ Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ ]

#identity v imagines #identity v x reader #idv imagines #idv x reader #identity v #idv #Andrew kreiss x reader #demi bourbon x reader #norton campbell x reader

[stellari-s]

We have seen how Ithaqua fell in love with a Survivor Reader, but I raise this fluffy request!

He fell in love with the Hunter Reader during a Duo Match with them 👀

That's okay if you decline! Have a good day/evening/night/morning!

🌨️

oh, nice reverse, anon! hope you enjoy 🥺🙏 i'm gonna link the surv version too, hehe.

request; yes, and they're open. so send them in!

wc; 931.

tags; gn! hunter! reader, some romance, ithaqua comforts you, survivors bully hunters in duos (lots of flare guns-)

summary; you are partnered with ithaqua to be a hunter in today's duos match. after getting stunned, ithaqua may or may not show another side of himself...

you honestly don’t want to do duos today.

normally, you don’t mind doing duos. in fact, the general chaos of the entire match keeps your mind occupied until the end, barring you from any negative thoughts.

but these days things don’t seem to be going your way. biting your lips, you try burying yourself more into the soft cushions of one of the red velvet chairs, situated behind a dark curtain that is intended to hide you from the eight survivors, whom you see chatting and whispering.

you can’t go against the manor owner though.

glancing next to you, you see a familiar navy-clad figure. his mask covers his face so you can’t see his expression, but you imagine he is either dozing off or lost in thought, what with his chin resting on his closed gloved fist.

you look outside the curtain’s opening to find eight people sitting behind a wide table, lathered with plates and cutlery. most of them are good at stunning: norton campbell, martha behamfil, and qi shiyi, to name a few.

“you seem nervous.”

you almost jump in your seat when you hear your partner, ithaqua’s voice.

“how did you know?”

i didn’t think he was looking at me…

ithaqua shrugs, keeping his tone nonchalant for the most part. “you’re not exactly the best at hiding what you’re feeling.” he lets out a small sigh, muffled by his mask. “it makes me worried.”

you widen your eyes ever so slightly. it’s the only indication of your surprise outside of you clenching your fists until your knuckles start losing their color.

averting your eyes, you respond softly, “you don’t have to worry. i’ve just been going through some things recently, and it just ended up piling up.”

ithaqua lets out a small hum upon hearing your words, but he doesn’t question you further. it is probably out of consideration, but a part of you also wishes he had pushed you to talk a little bit more.

instead, you two stay silent until a bell echoes throughout the room. “the match will now begin. all chosen parties will now be taken to lakeside village.”

this part is always the strangest - it’s as though some drug knocks you out, turning everything black, but then a couple minutes later, you regain consciousness only to find yourself in a completely different place, remote from the manor.

looking on your wrist, you find a watch with a blinking dot at the center. eventually another dot shows up in the eastward direction. it must be showing ithaqua’s location.

you wander around the village to different cipher machines, trying to follow the sounds of typing, shocks, and the tall shaking poles as decoding progresses.

eventually, a figure catches your eye - martha.

she seems to be the only one around the area near the empty pier next to the lake, but having done enough matches in the past, you have a feeling some of her teammates are on the top of the ship wreck nearby.

giving ithaqua a ping, you start chasing martha, who starts to grip the flare gun on her side. she is probably waiting when you get too near before using it, since she only gets one per match.

but then she leads you to some of her other teammates, and when her teammates see you, they aim flare guns at you - they must have bought them from the telephone stand.

everyone shoots at once, and while you are able to dodge a couple, several hit you, leaving you stunned in a thick pink smokescreen.

“damn it…” you mutter in between coughs, waving your hand to disperse the smoke. by the time it completely dissipates, none of the survivors are seen in the vicinity.

you are alone not even standing, still wallowing in the aftereffects of having been hit so many times. why did this have to happen today, of all days?

tears want to spill, but you refuse to cry. not in a match. instead, you can only look down at the ground, the grass shaded an almost teal color by the overcast skies.

“(y/n).”

when you hear your name, you whip your head around to find a white mask before you.

“ithaqua, sorry, i let my guard down…”

“why are you apologizing? weren’t they the ones who stunned you?” he extends a hand to you: a silent encouragement to not give up and keep going.

just as he does, though, a loud siren rings through the venue: the survivors had managed to decode seven machines to open the exit gates.

“should we just surrender?” you slowly stand back up on your feet as you look up at the sky, a bleak gray that looks as though it’s about to downpour rain at any moment now. “they’ve already decoded seven ciphers, and not one is eliminated.”

ithaqua seems to think about your words as he lowers his hand. you think he is about to leave you, but much to your surprise, he leans in and gently presses his forehead on yours. you can feel some strands of his soft hair on your forehead, and he is close enough that you can clearly hear his breathing.

“if anything happens,” he reassures, “i will protect you.” his voice is soft and gentle, much like the snow on a still night. “so trust me, okay?”

with him so close, it’s easy to forget about your previous suggestion.

right now, there is only you and him.

for a brief moment, this quiet world is all you know, and that alone is enough for you.

#maybe not 100% fluffy #ripperoni #but tried to make it up #with the romance #identity v #第五人格 #idv #id5 #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #夜の番人 #identity v ithaqua #identity v night watch #idv imagines #identity v imagines #idv hcs #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #gn reader #idv x reader #identity v x reader #ithaqua x reader #identity v x you #idv x you #hurt/comfort #comfort #fluff

[acosmicblizzard]

Can you write a fluffy relationship hc for Andrew Kreiss (grave keeper)? (Andrew Kreiss x reader btw!) have a good day!

Thank you for the request anon! I hope you have a good day as well. Some content for the loveable gravekeeper coming right up!

Warnings: Mentions of death

Fluffy relationship hcs with Andrew Kriess

Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Andrew Kreiss x Gender neutral Reader

Andrew at first is very iffy with PDA and physical contact with his lover, due to his extreme low self-esteem and natural anti-social nature it's harder to get in a relationship with him then most other survivors or hunters.

Eventually though after a bit of slowly coaxing him into it he begins to love PDA, he's extremely touch starved due to being socially and physically shunned his entire life other then from his mother.

Though gardening isn't his specialty he's picked up on a lot of it over the years and will often gift you his favorite flowers, purple irises. He'll shyly present the flowers to you, the blush of his face growing obvious.

He won't admit it but he's a extreme cuddle bug and specifically loves being the little spoon. Sometimes however he enjoys being the big spoon as he feels it's only fair to you and it feels like he's protecting you from the rest of the harsh world in some way. Being in someone who loves you arm's can work wonders.

After having to be self sufficient for years Andrew has learned to cook and is actually really good at it! This man is the definition of husband material. He'll pay attention to which foods you like and dislike and will make you breakfast sometimes. He'll basically become the designated chef of the house if you like his cooking and prefer not too cook.

If we're gonna talk about the manor games then he'd prioritize your safety over everyone elses, including himself. As soon as you get downed he'll be rushing over getting ready to go underground to get over too you quicker. He'll double body block, even triple body block with his tide turner. He really just wants to see you okay.

Gives you sweet nicknames such as: My light, My iris, and more. My iris is definitely his favorite due to it being his and his mothers favorite flowers.

Whenever someone insults him he usually ignores them being mildly annoyed, but whenever someone insults you those feelings do a 180. Though he's never really had the courage to stand up for himself he'll definitely do it for you, he loves you and never wants you to feel the same way he does about himself. Though he's slightly healing from that mindset due to more positive interactions through you and some of the other survivors and even hunters of the manor he's still struggling with his low self esteem and will never ever want you to feel the same. You have him and he has you, and that's all you two will need.

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[euryd-ce]

hello ^^ first i just wanted to say im a big fan of your work! your writing is very captivating and smooth to read if that makes sense ;; if your requests are open, may i ask for a firefly doc x reader? if you closed requests or dont write her then im terribly sorry for that! please ignore this ask if that is the case,,, anyways, i hope you have a nice day and i apologize if this bothered you!!

❁ LA VIE EN ROSE

PAIRING: Firefly! Emily Dyer x GN! Reader

CW: None

NOTE: (Not Proofread)

Unfortunately, I hadn't started playing IDV when they had their First Anniversary, and I haven't been able to find detailed lore of it out there despite the wiki saying that it exists. That being said, I hope you're alright with a modern AU 🙏

Soulmate AU: your world is black and white until your soulmate directly confesses to you

Inaccurate portrayals? A lot of them, probably.

Lastly: Thank you for the little message, it means a lot to me and it honestly made my day when I first read it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Meeting one's soulmate was always something to look forward to in one's lifetime. Others often spoke of meeting their other half during their high school years, some even as early as one's childhood. As for you? You'd long gotten used to the monochrome world of black and white.

Not in a bad way, of course.

You liked to think of yourself as patiently optimistic. Not so pessimistic as to assume that you'd been struck with the worst of luck, that you were born to be alone and to live alone for eternity. Yet not too anticipative as to eagerly expect that every person you talk to could possibly be the 'one'. After all, your job as a waitron in the Oletus café did entail a lot of talking—and a lot of people, for that matter.

The little bells from the entrance of the café rung, signalling the arrival of another customer. When you had turned around, your eyes locked with those of a rather stunning woman's. For a moment, you wished that you could see what color they were. Surely, whatever it was, they'd be as captivating as its owner's.

Setting the quick burst of emotions aside, you gave the woman a polite smile before your coworker, Mike, ushered her to an empty seat and gave her a menu.

When Mike returned, his face held a little grin with a touch of pleasant familiarity. "Whew, it's been a while since she's last been here."

"Oh?" You tilted your head, turning toward the man's direction in curiosity. "Do you happen to know her?"

He raised a brow and looked as if you'd told him an incomprehensible secret. "And you don't?!"

You glanced at the woman, who had still been carefully (and gracefully, if you may add) examining the café menu. "No- I mean, I don't think so?" You shrugged while leaning against the wall.

"She's-"

Mike was interrupted as soon as he spoke when both of you saw the woman raise her hand. "That's my cue. Let's continue this later."

"Good afternoon!" You greeted her. "What will a lovely lady like you have for today?" You asked with your usual polite and mildly flattering choice of words, readying your little notepad with a little 'click' coming from your pen.

"I'll have a caramel macchiato," she replied and set down the menu, letting her head rest on one of her hands. "How about you?"

Her last statement caught you off-guard, so you looked at her with a brow raised in confusion while still maintaining a polite (albeit, subtly awkward) smile.

"Pardon?"

She laughed, as if she'd already anticipated the way you'd react. "The café doesn't look too busy right now. I'm sure Demi won't mind."

"That I won't." You heard Demi say from the counter with her naturally smug grin and her arms crossed. "Long time no see, Emily, or should I say Miss Firefly?" she teased.

"Oh? You know the boss?" You asked, now even more intrigued about this woman. "Actually, hold that thought. Let me just-"

"No no—stay where you are. Why don't you relax for a bit, (Name). I'll take care of it." Demi cut you off as she leaned over the counter.

The woman who you now knew was named Emily gave a slight nod in thanks, before looking back at you and gesturing for you to have a seat. "Go on, you heard the woman." She chuckled.

"And to answer your question—yes, yes I do know her. We were classmates back in college, and she'd bicker nonstop about one day opening her own café and bar." She explained. "I'd always tell her about how I'd be a regular if ever she'd open one and, well, I did, but this month's been quite busy..."

You hummed in response, and suddenly thought about the way Mike reacted when you said you didn't know who she was, but you weren't quite sure if you were on the same wavelength as him at that moment.

It was either she was quite the icon (which you wouldn't be surprised about, given that you were always told that you lived under a rock) or that she just happened to be one of those regulars that grow to become a part of your little café family. Between the two, you were starting to lean on the former as Mike seemed to have a face that screamed starstruck.

"Sorry if this may come of as... intrusive, but if I may ask, what do you do?" You asked.

She seemed to be taken aback, not offended, but simply surprised. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to tell you here, but I'm an artist—a performer, specifically, or in more casual terms: I'm a singer."

"Really? That sounds wonderful!" You said in awe. "How long has it been? Since you started, I mean."

Emily took a sip from her drink, which arrived without you knowing somehow. "I wouldn't say too long, actually, but it's been around three years."

"And you'd think that with several fans, left and right, constantly hollering about their love for me, I'd start seeing the colorful world everyone's been dreaming about, but... surprisingly, it's always been the same black and white hues." She said, wistfully, before apologizing for changing the mood.

It was your turn to be surprised. If anything, you had the exact same assumption, but who would know the time would eventually come where you were proven wrong. Perhaps even the brightest of stars would have to endure the longest of times waiting for their other half to come through, before they can finally enjoy the wonders of a world painted in various shades and colors.

"Well, I'm surely not in the place to tell you this," you started, in a rather sheepish manner. "But you'll find them, or they'll find you, eventually. Some of us just have to wait a little longer, or perhaps be a little bolder than others. And besides, fate surely can't be that cruel to us. can it?"

"And if it can be, then I guess my destiny is to throw hands with fate." You joked, successfully cheering Emily up and causing her to laugh; however, her joy seemed to be cut short as she received a phone call that was rather urgent.

"Sorry... My manager needs me to be somewhere right now." She sighed. "But it was wonderful talking to you, (Nickname), if I can call you that hehe."

"Of course," you said, dragging out the last word before properly bidding her goodbye.

From behind, you heard the familiar whistling of Mike. His eyes darted toward the tissue Emily had left by her coffee cup and a smirk adorned his face upon realizing what was on it—her number.

"Damn... You seemed to hit it off pretty well!" He playfully slapped your shoulder and laughed. "Keep up the good work!"

"Pfft- Shut up"

The next couple of days, and eventually months, Emily would visit the cafe at the exact same time as she did the first time you'd seen her—it had also been the least busiest of hours, surprisingly.

Spending your conveniently timed breaks (thanks to your oh-so grateful and caring boss) talking to the woman had become one of your favorite parts of your daily routine. And while you'd occasionally worry about running out of things to say to her, she somehow always had a jar of secrets or interesting topics to bring up.

While you were cleaning up after a few customers that had just left the cafe, you felt the buzz of your phone notify you of a message. Unsurprisingly, it was from Emily, who told, or well, texted, you.

"I'll be a little late, but I got a little something for you :)"

Several minutes later, the woman of the hour had arrived with a cute coffee cup plushie in hand. She looked around until she caught sight of you and excitedly approached you. "Here, it reminded me of you." She chuckled.

"Really now?" You graciously accepted her gift. "And what name did you give this little guy?"

"Well... I did call it (Nickname) as I made my way over here..." She looked somewhere else, smiling and putting her two index fingers together.

"Why, thank you—I'm honored." You said with a little exaggeration and a hand on your chest. "But also goodness gracious have a seat. Will you have the usual?"

"Of course"

When you returned, Emily was happily humming whilst smiling and tapping on the table in a complementary rhythm.

"You're rather giddy today. Did something happen?" You asked, noticing the extra bit of energy she brought along.

She pressed her hands together before resting her chin on both of them. "Oh it's nothing, really. I'm pretty sure it was just me getting a good night's rest. Other than that, still no sign of 'the one' hehe."

You nodded in understanding and took a seat right in front of her.

"This might sound strange, but do you have a favorite color?" She asked.

You found the question a little more silly than strange, but nevertheless came up with a little joke. "Well, for starters, my choices are pretty limited. Let's see... black, white, grey, and- oh did I mention grey?"

"You silly dork." Emily flicked your nose. "I guess I should have elaborated. Has anyone ever described what colors looked like to you?"

You shook your head. "Not really, as far as I remember... How about you?"

"No one has either, but I have my own impressions on them based on what I've heard and what I've read." She took a sip from her cup. "Is there one you'd like to hear about?"

"Why don't we start with blue?"

"Blue..." She stirred her coffee in thought. "It's definitely not warm in the way one would describe red. It's cold, but not as much as the endless void of black we've become accustomed to. I'd say it's more cool, if anything. The gentle kind of cool you'd want to feel moments before you fall asleep. It's the color of the sky, the tranquil sound of still waters, and the feeling of pensive sadness or melancholy."

"Seems that you have quite a lot to say. Now I'm curious about what you have to say about the color pink." You chuckled with a tilted head and a hand on your chin.

"Hm? Any particular reason why?"

You gestured toward the painting on the wall—it was a vase of roses, presumably in a dark room with a window judging by the shapes the lighter paint had created.

"One of Edgar's paintings. He didn't like it very much; however, Demi did quite more than he could ever imagine, so he gave it to her, begrudgingly. And though he never gave it a name, Demi's always called it 'Things in Pink'."

"Things in Pink? That sounds awfully familiar... and awfully Demi to be honest." she joked.

"I heard that!" Demi yelled from her office.

"You might know the song? La Vie en Rose. It's not what it translates to, but it's related to its original name." You explained.

"And how does it go? The first part at least?" Emily asked, her grin only becoming menacingly wider than it already had been before.

Immediately, your calm look was replaced with a startled expression. "Woah there, is this some deliberate scheme you've been secretly plotting the entire time we started talking about colors?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

"What? No, I would never." She said, feigning offense before laughing and assuring that it wasn't intentional at all.

"Fine, but just this once." You raised a finger, emphasizing 'once' before clearing your throat.

"Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is La Vie En Rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see La Vie En Rose"

Emily, still grinning widely, pulled out her phone from underneath the table and showed you as she pressed on a button, saving the short recording of your voice. "You have a lovely voice, (Name)."

You felt the heat rush up to your face, but knowing what the woman was like, she was probably just messing with you again.

"You are one sly fox aren't you Miss Dyer?" you said before trying to grab her phone, only for her to stop you by grabbing your chin. She then shut the phone off, and extended her arm away from your reach.

"Pink sounds like a rather lovely color, no?" She said as she brought your face a little closer to her's. "It's warm—not in the same way as the harsh blazing sun, but in a more tender, relieving, and comforting manner. It's the feeling or the mere thought of being beside your lover, the taste of strawberries and pomegranates, or I dare say their lips on yours."

She slowly put her phone back in her purse, took a step back and closed her eyes. "It is also the color that I one day hope to see as I paint my lover's monochrome grey world with shades of 'i'm yours—from here to eternity'."

You were speechless for a moment, with a face that you could only assume was red, or even pink, from a mixture of both embarrassment and awe, but mostly embarrassment.

"An lovely description... from a lovelier woman," You praised after you'd recovered, causing her to chuckle.

"Oh! That just reminded me." Emily's face lit up as she rummaged through her purse, eventually pulling out a little card—it was a concert ticket for VIPs.

She took your hand in hers and gently placed the card onto your hand. "I actually have a concert around here in a week. I'd appreciate it—a lot, actually—if you could come." She said with a hopeful smile. "I'll have to get going for now. I'll be quite busy in the next few days because of it, but I'll be sure to message you."

"O-of course. Don't worry about me, okay?" You gently squeezed her hand after keeping the ticket somewhere safe.

"I probably still will. Goodbye for now, (Name)! Take care of (Nickname) the little coffee cup for me!" She made a heart with her hands before quickly making her way out of the cafe.

Immediately after she left, Mike had taken her place in front of you. "Sheesh, a free ticket." Mike said looking almost as smug as the smuglord herself, Demi.

"There's no denying my accusations anymore... '(Nickname)'." He singsonged while making the little plushie dance.

"OH please..."

Time flew by quickly. And you did admit, it got a little lonely without a certain someone to pester you.

What was supposed to be eight days quickly devolved into eight hours, then into eight minutes until it had finally become eight seconds before the 'Firefly' would perform on stage for her eager, perhaps even anxious, and most of all adoring fans.

Seeing the lady in her dress adorned with several gleaming accessories of various shapes and sizes reminded you of the day you had first seen her. You once again wondered about its colors, what words she'd bring about to describe what she herself couldn't see, what imagery she'd manifest into life through both her audience's imagination and her brilliant eloquence.

And in a few moments time, she'd reached the final part of her performance.

"This one's for a special someone I met a few months ago. Someone I often think of as the lovable dork I love to tease as a part of my daily routine..." She joked, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd while you smiled and rolled your eyes into oblivion, knowing very well that she was talking about you.

"and hopefully..." she continued, this time looking directly at you with the cheekiest smile, "the one whose world I'll paint with lovely hues..."

You felt the familiar feeling of heat rush to your cheeks as she began the familiar song. Of course, you of all people would know what it was. It was you who sang it to her for the first time after all. And as her mellow voice filled the stadium, a smile involuntarily crept across your face, and you quietly sang along.

"When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

Where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs..."

"Give your heart and soul to me..." Emily had started to slow down a little, both in her singing and her movements as she walked down the stage and approached you. "And life will always be..."

You delicately took her hand—the one that held her signature microphone—and finished the song, just as she had hoped.

"La Vie En... Rose"

In an instant, your black and white world had started blooming with various colors you thought you could only dream of. The bursts and flashes of hues seemingly drowned out the loud applause and cheers coming from the audience as you stood in front of your soulmate, who seemed to be just as stunned as you were.

The dress and gems that once looked white and grey in your eyes had become a glistening sapphire blue with both silver and bronze accessories to complement it.

"And I thought you said blue was a depressing color," you joked. "It's hard to imagine that when you've made my world far brighter than I could ever imagine."

"It doesn't have to be—a sad color, I mean." She defended, but quickly brought back the most important question at hand. "So... is it a yes?"

You looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding? Of course!"

She pulled you into a tight embrace, quickly raising both your hand and hers with the biggest smile on her face and excitedly exclaiming to the crowd.

"THEY SAID YES!"

And thus began, or as Emily daresaid—continued, the timeless and tender masterpiece of your love, an unwritten prose that had undoubtedly pierced the hearts of its audience further past the finite capabilities of words scribbled onto paper. A prose that you'd both find yourselves naming:

Life in Pink.

"Only now am I able to peer into this world's foreign hues, through the rose-tinted glasses that I've found called 'you'."

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