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[sandwichfordinner]

First glance (Ithaqua oneshot) (platonic mostly)

The reason I did teen reader it’s because people told me that I should write only platonic for him but idk I feel like I wanna write romantic too but I am about to get cancelled 😍🔥🔥 I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and I was too lazy to edit it so I hope you enjoy it 😭

Also at the end can be a little romantic or just platonically idk

art by pipll15 on twitter

Outside was snowing so badly during this night. It hasn’t stopped for the past 4 hours but you didn’t mind it because you were inside the manor.

The air here wasn’t that warm but it was still nice, at least it wasn’t freezing like outside.

You were walking down the hall after you had dinner with the others, well your teammates from the ‘game’ so called you played with them. It’s not pleasing and not even fun at all.. Wonder how haven’t you died yet.

But now you didn’t want to have those gloomy thoughts in your head, so you continued walking. Honestly.. you didn’t want to go to your room. It was boring, but what can you even do after dinner at this weird looking place. Especially when it’s snowing A LOT. The only answer that you hate: Nothing.

Doing the same thing over and over is so stupid-

You stopped walking as you felt like your eyes saw something down in the garden. You tried to look more clearly through the big window.

It was.. a figure?? Wait isn’t this the new hunter that they announced??

The figure looked up and saw you.. (Eye contact…) You quickly hid under the window , holding your breath for no reason at all. Sweat started to form on your face. They looked, terrifying. Those blue glowing eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine when you remembered their look.

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‘Waiting 2 more minutes’ you thought, I mean come on you were startled and couldn’t move .

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You slowly got up from your old position and carefully took a peek to see if they were still there.

No? Where did they go?! OH NO THEY ARE PROBABLY GOING TO KILL ME. You stumbled and started walking faster, going back to the dining room.

Some people have left. Last time you were there which was like 10 minutes ago there was almost everyone. But now there are 7, which you still didn’t mind,, as long as someone is here you’re okay.

,,Oh hey Y/N! Do you need something?? Are you still hungry?’’ Luca smiled at you as he ate the last spoon of food, chucking it in his mouth.

,,Awslo whhats witwht the face-??’’

,,Luca don’t talk with your mouth full of food, you may choke..’’

Luca ignored Emily’s comment and continued eating, still looking at you waiting for an answer. That made you nervous, you weren’t really open here to the adults around you because some of them are mean for no reason, weird and creepy..

,,Come on kiddo, you look so worried, what’s the matter?’’ He gulped the food. He looked like he was in hurry..

,, Its uh,, I thought I saw something and I got scared and now I am here because i wanna eat a fruit.’’ You quickly said as you were shaking a little bit. Luca raised an eyebrow and stared at you confused but quickly shrugged it off.

,,Whatever you say.’’

You quickly took an apple from the table and left the room once again. Munching the fruit you thought about going to the library.

Your pov

The library that hunters and survivors shared…….

FUCK!! Wait what if they don’t know about the library?? Yeah! They probably don’t. I usually don’t read the books especially in this library, because there is just a bunch of old boring information. But still I wouldn’t mind reading one there.

As I opened the big library doors, I stopped walking. Yum the smell of old books filling the air 🤞

Looking around for something to read I stopped on the travel books. Not gonna lie I found these type of books interesting, exploring and learning facts about the world around you, too bad I can’t even see it here.

Focusing on the shelf of books I finally found the one to my liking.

‘A guide book to the 1915 Panama–California Exposition’.. Eh I guess that should do it. I tip toed to get the book since it was a little bit high, I successfully got it and made my way to the big sofas.

No one’s pov

Looking through the pages while walking there you looked up so you know where you’re going and… You suddenly made an eye contact with a black sclerae and dull blue pupils that were staring at your soul at the moment.

,,AH! You were that person or thing that I saw not so long ago! Uh,, please don’t kill me I would do anything I promi-‘’ a sigh was heard behind their mask making you more nervous that even made your words stuck in your throat. It was a guy.

He positioned himself in a more comfortable position, closing his eyes and relaxing his body. He looked like he didn’t want to talk at the moment.

,,I uh.. sorry for my scream I just got scared and uh.. yeah I will go sorry for disturbing you.’’ Your shaky voice could be the only thing heard in the library.

You started walking quickly to the exit but you stopped when he spoke..

,,Wait…’’ stopping your tracks you looked behind you.

,,I… do not mind you staying..’’ his thick British accent was heard behind his mask.

You didn’t really know what to do now. He sounded shy but looked like he needed company. So.. why not then.. even if he scared the absolute shit out of you two times now. I guess he is trying to be kind.

,,Really??’’ You earned only a nod in response.

,,Alright then..’’ Sitting to the next sofa you opened your book to read from it a little. You positioned yourself and started flipping the pages.

,,Where are you coming from?’’ You broke the awkward silence while you were still scanning the old pages.

,,I… uh.. . . . I don’t want to talk about it right now..’’

You stopped reading and looked up and saw him fidgeting with his hands. He’s nervous.

,,Ah.. I am sorry for asking.. well then what is your name..?’’

,,Ithaqua..’’

,,Oh that’s a nice name, never heard of it but its pretty nice’’

,,Thank you’’

,,What about you..?’’

,,Oh my name is Y/N’’

,,You have a pretty name..’’

,,Thank you :)’’ This can’t get any awkward.

. . .

Oh not the social type.. not like I am really too…

He still looked really nervous, you don’t really know what to do.

,,Hey.. are you nervous? Is something bothering you? You can sleep here if you want I can bring you some blankets and-‘’

,,No I am fine..’’

,,Oh well then.. okay. Are you still sure? I could even make you something to drink like hot cocoa.’’

Now he stopped what he was doing and thought for a little.

,,Yes please, can I?’’

,,Of course. I will be back soon you just wait here.’’

‘He seems nice’

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Getting back with two hot cocoas in your hands you handed him the drink and he took the cup with his cold hands. He quickly muttered a ‘thank you’. He removed a little his mask and drank from it. Only his mouth could be seen nothing else. A satisfied sigh left his lips after he drank the hot sweet liquid, and thanked you again but this time you could hear him clear.

You smiled in response and sat on the sofa once again as you drank your hot drink.

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,,This is the third time saying that but.. I have to thank you again.. but this time for the nice welcome.. I appreciate it..’’ You could see his little smile under the mask that was covering almost his whole face.

,,Hey it’s no problem, If you need someone to talk to you can always chat with me ’’

His pale cheeks reddened a bit which he quickly pulled his mask to cover his face now. Behind it he smiled, which you indeed did a great job getting rid of his anxiety.

,,Can we see each other more often here.?’’

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[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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[nifreti-ii]

Andrew Kreiss x Tattoo-Pierced Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Symbols Andrew, without a doubt, thought were pagan.

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

Right?

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

The Ripper had chaired everyone but you and Andrew.

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

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

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

That was until he heard running.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andrew felt so conflicted, so confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both stood there silent.

Slowly you reached out, hesitating as Andrew flinched.

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

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

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

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

You looked beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andrew nodded slowly, getting up with you.

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

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

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[cooliofango]

Requests open!

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

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

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

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

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

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

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

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You puffed at the steam coming from your cup.

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

"A bit, yeah. Snooty old man."

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

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

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

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

"Was this a pleasant enough suprise for you?"

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

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

"Hm?"

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

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

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

"It does."

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

"...What are you implying?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Orpheus, have you ever kissed somebody before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Felt like it."

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

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

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

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

"I see."

"May I ask you the same question?"

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

"____ , is everything okay?"

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

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

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

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

"No, I think i'm good."

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

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

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

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

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

"You know what you're doing."

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

"...Please keep on doing it."

~

Seven o'clock.

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

But you held back.

You waited.

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

"Orpheus."

"____"

Your name uttered between breaths.

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

"Why didn't you open the letter?"

"You know why."

"You're cruel."

"But you came anyways."

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

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

"...What do you think?"

"It's wonderful."

"I know what's on your mind."

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

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

His hands quickly reached for your lowering wrists.

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

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

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

"We barely even started, Orpheus."

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

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[momo-hearts]

Sleepy Time.

Composer x Insomnia! Reader.

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

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

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

"Good night, my beloved. "

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

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[t1da1-wav3s]

Hello!, Your apple addict M🧃 here!

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

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

- Genshin impact (self aware included)

- Honkai star rail (self aware included)

- Identity V

- Twisted wonderland (self aware included)

- Jujutsu kaisen

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

- Reverse 1999

Thanks for reading!

-Your apple addict M🧃 Out!

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[yugen001]

Dinnertime (Charles Holt oneshot)

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Charles!” Her raspy voice interrupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mourning the loss of Albert Wayne.

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

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

[horrid-mixtape]

🎬 Love...

Content: Norton Campbell x GN reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love is something he fears. 

For now, he will experience the grief of love.

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

[luvmaiil]

Stay a while

Pairing: Luca x Reader

Pronouns: not specified; gender neutral

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

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

Note: I LOVE LUCA.

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks at you like you were crazy.

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

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

"When do you not"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I forgot to do the chores.."

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

[1015 words; may/12/22]

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[sandwichfordinner]

OKAY SO I POSTED MY FIC BUT I DELETED IT RQ BECAUSE I HAD SOME MISTAKES AND THAT MADE ME DELETE THE REQUEST TOO SO IT WAS ELI WITH A FIGURE SKATER S/O AND WHATEVER SURVIVOR I WANT TO ADD TO SO.

Eli

It’s not in the creepy way don’t worry. He’s just really interested how you do those movements.. You should’ve have been in that season when William had his limited S skin and Vera’s A skin..

Gets easily distracted too. Only focused on your skating.

Gets easily distracted too. Only focused on your skating.

Gets easily distracted too. Only focused on your skating.

Where do you skate when there is no ice? And how?? Your figure skates are made like Williams. Very interesting indeed and weird at the same time. You thought that at first.

He doesn’t really worry getting catched staring at you. He has his blindfold on! If you look at him he would quickly move his head away from you and pretends that he is petting Brooke or something. With a nervous yet soft smile. Like he didn’t just stare in amazement at you. Bro was even blushing.

He has fallen head-over-heels for you.

Not kidding.

He would be having pink little hearts around his head , with a silly smile on his face and blushy.

Brooke has to handle all of this.. poor animal. 😭

When the both of you started dating expect to be praised, A LOT.

,,Oh Y/N my princess/prince you look so stunning today!!~’’ a little , JUST A LITTLE FLIRTY. But still a really big gentleman and respectful.

Makes you scream like a teenage girl, twirling your hair and shii.

Smooth man like a butter.

He would be those type of guys who would scream from afar , telling you’re amazing, loves you, stunning, queen/king, can’t get his eyes away from you, TALENTED!! Bro is supportive, like a cheerleader.

Well uhh it would’ve been better if you chose a character cause I am not sure who you like and dislike so.. 😭

I will go with Vera cause why not.

Vera

The queen of skating with her A skin.

Is jealous and shows off that she skates faster and better than you!

Most of the times she beats you in racing , which makes her smile like a little devil, proud of herself and compliments herself.

She do be looking at the mirror in front of her with her costume on.

,,Of course you did sooo good! Better than Y/N! You’re the queen of this and no one would beat you’’

But since you were a calm one and didn’t cared if you lost or not you would give her compliments.

She would scoff and walk away leaving you confused.

But.. it made her flustered.

Secretly loves it okay.

,,Good job Vera , you did so good!’’ You clasped your hands together happy about her.

Her face went red and stuttered.

,,I err , thank you! I know I did good! …….. You did too.’’

,,What was the last part?’’

,,Nothing! Bye!’’ She walked away embarrassed.

Since you were a calm person , when you told her your feelings you were a little stuttering mess , sweating a little, but that’s normal.

She was staring at you shocked.

‘OMG.. Y/N likes me!! Okay , calm down..’

,,Uh , yes *fake coughs* I d-do! Too!’’ ‘DANG IT, WHY DID I SOUND SO WEIRD’

Confession awkward af.

But at least the two of you like each other😎

,,You did so nice honey!’’ She said to you while hugging you.

She’s a different person when it comes to love.

Made a perfume for your birthday.

Happy birthday love!

I made you a special perfume that will totally smell good on you, try it!

Love, Vera

• Vera 🫶🫶🫶

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[acosmicblizzard]

Child reader survivor hcs

Is this self serving and probably not interesting to anyone else? Yes. Do I care? No. Also possible ooc since there's no way i can remember every bit of the lore and everything about every character including personalities.

Warnings: None

Wanna check out the other stuff i do? Here's my masterlist!

It was always a massive shock to see children in the manor, the only children here were Memory, Robbie, and few others. But in no way was anyone expecting another child to be brought into the manor. However the mysterious host of the manor seemed to not care the ages of those who were brought into the games. All that was known was that you had most likely died and had been brought back to play these games.

It was very strange getting use to life in the manor, however some of the survivors were welcoming right off the bat. Wanting to make you feel comfortable here knowing it wasn't likely you'd ever be returned to reality. One of the first of the survivors to approach you was Emma, the gardener wanted to know more about you and help you get accustomed to life around there. After you and emma got acquainted it didn't take much longer for more survivors to try and get to know you. Just after a few weeks of living in the mansion you had somehow managed too basically befriend most of the survivors in the manor.

Learning how to play in games was another difficult task, you accidentally completely lost other survivors a few matches because you were getting use to things that were completely new too you. Though they all had their unique ways of trying to teach you how to things you could tell they cared and despite some of them getting irritated sometimes you know they had the best thoughts at heart. Though i do know a very certain survivor cough cough edgar- may have yelled at you a few times for messing up. Some of the killers were willing to go a bit easier on you in matches compared to the others but some of them went the no mercy route and would specifically go right for you, thinking that the experience of losing would help. And i mean i guess it helped but getting chased around and getting downed constantly wasn't very fun. At the end of matches though both the survivors and killer of the match would sometimes check up on you.

After a few months of being in the manor the favoritism of you starts showing a little bit, had a particular rough match with a certain killer? Welp now 4 stun survivors have made their way into the same match and have decided to bully the hell out of that said killer. And some of the killers are less willing to chair you as soon as the match starts and will go slightly easier on you. However that's not to say they're not gonna chair you, a match is a match and their job is kinda to rocket chair people.

You sighed as you made it back to your room in the manor, todays matches were exhausting but also somehow fun. Maybe it's because you get to work with the people you're closest too, it sort of feels like maybe, just maybe, you've found a new home and family here.

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[tallemy]

When your familiar ends up as something more...

#idv #jokermike #identity V #mike morton #idv joker #I swear there is a trilogy of oneshots I am writing for the familiar AU #but first I need the birds and vampires aside #own art

[1-800-h0rr0r]

My Mesmer - AdaEmil

Emil was busy anxiously decoding, he's barely seen his beloved all match and it was making his anxiety go through the roof. His heart began to race, he was almost done with his cipher; he couldn't stop now. His mind was only on finishing it, he didn't care what happened to him when he got caught, all he cared about was the safety of his wife.

POP ; 2 CIPHERS LEFT

He finished his cipher and ran for it. He vaulted through windows, making sure to keep his distance from the hunter.

He heard a familiar and warm voice call out, "Em!"

It was his beloved, Ada Mesmer, the beautiful and caring woman that had taken him away from that hell of a hospital where he was constantly tortured. A while after they escaped together, they were promised a paradise where he could find himself. This paradise they were promised was just as bad as that hospital; but as long as he was with his dear, that was all that mattered in his heart.

He quickly rushed to his sweetheart, she grabbed his delicate hand and they ran for it. They made it far as they could before finding another cipher.

"Are you okay, my darling?" Ada asked, examining him for any wounds.

Emil shakily nodded and she sighed with relief. The two began to decode together, in the middle of decoding, she reached for his hand slowly. She cautiously took his hand and began to rub circles on it. A way to reassure him and herself.

Mid-way through decoding, their hearts began to beat.

Ada grabbed ahold of Emil's arm and they quickly hid in a locker together. Carefully waiting for the hunter to move away. Ada was busy watching through the cracks. The two were pressed together inside the locker, it made him a little nervous; he still wasn't used to Ada's warmth after all these years of being cold and alone.

She was still holding his hand, so he began to run her hand through his hair. He wanted to be closer to her, he wanted to feel her. He wanted her so badly. Emil wanted to be with her forever, always by her side.

She still didn't notice and the hunter was still nearby. He could tell she was feeling tense. He began to kiss her hand, trying to distract her from her stress. It wasn't working so he released her hand, he tapped her on her shoulder.

Ada curiously glanced at him. He put his head on her shoulder and she warmly smiled, running her hand through his hair.

"It's gonna be okay, Ada." He tried to reassure her.

She smiled and kissed him lovingly on his soft lips, "As long as I'm with you, I'll know it'll be okay."

#adaemil #ada mesmer #emil mesmer #identity v #idv #oneshot #drabble #fanfiction #soulmates #true love #fluff

[to3th]

Nemesism

Nemesism — "Frustruation or anger towards oneself."

(reupload) (my content dw)

Colours meant many things, each colour has its own significant meaning. Colours can mean different sense of emotions, feelings, or thoughts just by the way they're used.

Colours mixed in groups, put into palettes of different kinds, can mean many different things to many different people. Colour is vast, flexible, and important.

The man with dull blue eyes stared into the reflection of the mirror before him, tired eyes accompanied by heavy bags beneath them. Auburn hair hung at his shoulders, messy and unkempt for who knew how long.

The colour red reflected in the mirror from his red beret and shawl, bright and bold red turned muted by how many times it was worn. The white from his shirt kept a nice balance to it.

His own reflection stared back at him, yet he did not acknowledge it as a person. Colours blending into meaningless shapes that swirled in his vision before him, and he sighs.

Meaningless, was it not? What had he to gain from staring at the obscure reflection before him, it was more like insult to see himself like this from the type of frustrauted burnout he couldn't seem fathom that he was having.

These colours could not hold the harmony when he stared before him. The chaotic spirals seemed to mock him when he stared, that he could not turn this inharmonious palette into something cohesive.

At an easel he would stare, the colour red bleeding through the cotton of the canvas before him. One stroke meant one step closer to completion, yet why did it feel like he was taking steps back?

Every idea became meaningless once he was the one to behold them, yet he was supposed to be the one to bring them life?

Meaningless, all of it.

Of course he could, he was Edgar Valden. If he couldn't, then who could?

Nobody.

Every person, every human, could not comprehend art the way he did. When they sought art, they sought for themselves. Human nature is nothing but nasty, once the pigmented paint of a bright yellow stays around to long — there is only the ugliness of a brown left to stay. Even Mammon couldn't be as despicable to him.

Everyone was nothing more than mundane filth, unworthy of the true essence of art.

But when he sees himself in the mirror, the spirals of colour turning into a disgusting colour — what did that make of him? Someone incapable of the pursuit of art? Unacceptable.

When he met his own gaze, sickly green stared right back.

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HELLO EVERYONE !! It's xmas eve and I decided to round up my commission work with this cute little oneshot my commissioner requested🥰🥰consider this my xmas gift to you all !! Remember to take care of yourselves and spend quality time with your loved ones💓

"family", an idv oneshot📕🧸

no warnings at all this is just pure fluff, FOUND FAMILY FUCK YEAH!!!!!!, a tad short i fear, reader's gender not specified as usual

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"____!" You suddenly heard a voice call you.

"Oh. There you are, Memory." You glanced up at the little girl standing in the snow. There was a shit eating grin on her face as she was gripping something with her hands tightly. You tilted your head in curiosity. "And there's my..."

"Scarf!" She grinned.

You sighed. "I've been looking for it the whole day. Now... mind giving it back?"

"No way!" She poked her tongue at you and ran.

"Oh yo- you little shit!" You yelped, and got yourself going for that brat. "Give it back! I'm gonna tell your da- your brothe- whatever he is!" Your legs slowly started to deceive you, yet Memory still ran and ran in the seemingly endless snow. It was a beautiful snowy day - the sun's glow filled up the crystal snow with light and brought warmth to pale faces and rosy red noses.

"God... damn it." You lifelessly plopped down into the crunchy layer of snow. "I'm no match for these youngsters nowadays."

"Looks like Memory had you breathless." A gentle voice from behind woke you from your "nap." It was Orpheus - his cheeks puffed up and turned bright red in color from the cold, and he had a kitschy winter coat over his usual classy attire. "Need something to warm you up?" He offered you a cup of hot chocolate. "Definetly." You picked yourself up from the snow and took the cup from his hand. You forgot how fun of a feeling it was sensing the heat run from your fingertips to your knuckles, spinning the cup around so you don't burn yourself. "How come you're outside? You usually stay inside by the fireplace when the weather's like this. Looking for inspiration, I suppose?"

"Partially, yes." His lips slowly tilted into a smile as he spoke. "I wanted to see what you were doing. Looks like Memory has you as her target today, huh. You took her doll or something?" He chuckled as he wrapped his own scarf around your neck. "Have mine until you get yours back."

"Oh, thank you, really-" You had to be honest, he kind of suprised you with that gesture. "Well... not sure. She's been excitedly running around the manor all day - seems like she just wanted to go outside. You know how kids are with their snowy days and... snowman building and things."

You took a sip from your cup. The hot chocolate was simply perfect, the remaining chocolate pieces swirling around your tongue and the marshmallows melting in the corner of your mouth.

"Novelists and poets are the same as kids in that way, then. Can't even lie, I love snowy days. A ghoulish, scrawny autumn paysage turns into a crystal wonderland at least for a day. Isn't it magical?" He licked his lips. "Just look at the sun rays slicing through those icicles hanging off of the branches over there. Doesn't it remind you of a crystal chandelier for a second?"

"If you say so, Shakespeare", you said as you pinched his nose, "yet i'm more interested in the "snowball fight" aspect of it." You reached for a fistful of flaky snow and threw it at him.

"Hey! Now you're just using the fact that i'm defenseless against me! Don't make me grab my scarf back!" He laughed. "You got your scarf rightfully stolen, alright?"

"Your monocle too!"

"My... what?"

He reached for his face in horror.

"Orpheus. Your monocle. It's gone."

"Since when?"

"Since I saw you outside?"

He buried his face into his hands. "I... I didn't even notice... I'm so used to the feeling of it on my face that I lost it..."

You sighed. "Oh, Orphy... don't worry, you probably just tucked it away somewhere."

You slowly wrapped your arm around his shoulder - he responded by gently putting his head on your shoulder.

"Let's go for a walk to clear our minds, 'kay? At least I know what to get you this Christmas..."

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"Hi guys!"

It was Memory. She was all dressed up from head to toe in her winter clothes - only her nose and mouth peered from between the brim of her cap and the edge of her scarf.

"Oh. It's you. Little gremlin."

She just grinned at your sarcastic remark. "I've got a suprise for you two guys..."

"...Buuuut?"

"...but there's one rule." She raised her little index finger into the air.

"...And that rule being?"

She suddenly yanked your scarf from behind her back. "Catch me first!" She yelled as she ran into the snow for the second time, your scarf waving behind her like a fiery trail.

"Get her!" You and Orpheus jumped up and ran. "We can't lose her this time!"

Memory's image in front of you started to wither in the shadow of the winter sun. You two were out of breath again, sweat freezing on your forehead, yet your eyes were on the prize and your legs somehow cooperated with you. You noticed you didn't even look at Memory anymore - just the trail of her footsteps that she left in the fluffy snow.

"I...cannot...run...anymore..." Orpheus whined as he threw himself into the snow. You weren't doing any better, either, dropping to your knees as you panted.

"You guys made it!" Memory yelled out in front of you. "Now for your prize..."

"What is it..?" Orpheus mumbled as he sat up in the snow.

She moved away, revealing three snowy figures - two big ones, and one small one nested between the big ones. "Ta-dah! Now for the finishing touches..."

She wrapped your scarf around one of the snowmen. "To be fair, looking at it from afar, it looks like you a bit." Orpheus chuckled under his breath.

As she approached the other big snowman, she clumsily pulled out a monocle - Orpheus' monocle - from the pocket of her coat and wedged it into the face of the snowman. "Guess we found your monocle." You poked fun at him while she set it. "It does look like you, though."

For the little one, she reluctantly took her doll, and placed it by its base. "Here it is!"

She turned around and bowed.

"Looks wonderful, Memo-" Orpheus said as she ran towards him and knocked him into the snow again. You simply gave up on scolding her - you rested your head in the snow, Memory making snow angels between you two.

"Seems like you spent a lot of time on it. What's the name of your little masterpiece, hm?" Orpheus wondered, carefully fixing her cap as she laid in the snow.

She pouted. "I... didn't think of that. Stop! Let me think."

A few seconds passed as she thought, drumming her frostbitten fingers on her cheek.

"I'll call it... family!"

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