#idv imagines

[rosemaze-reveries]

Relationship HCs with the Puppeteer 🪡 written before his release >< if canon debunks these, lets just pretend ♡

Matthias knows a handful of ballroom dances. In his early teen years, he was expected to dance at galas or debutante parties with potential marriage candidates. But he found social events stressful which ruptured any love he might've had for dancing back then. Even so, he still knows his whisks from his chasses.

He'd be willing to try it again for you, albeit reluctantly. He'll say that his fingers are better dancers than he is — he can work his puppets to perform a couple of folk dances — but he thinks he has no sense of body rhythm.

Honestly, he's not as bad as he thinks. You might even be the reason he starts to enjoy it again. He likes taking your hand in private, spotlighted under empty street lamps, or on the theatre stage after the audience clears out.

He's not used to being touched. He's still figuring out how he feels about it. He craves your touch when you're not there; he feels too overstimulated when you are. Feeling so desired (and having it be mutual) is something totally new to him -- it's a confusing thing to process.

He wouldn't voice his discomfort, even if he desperately needed space. He's afraid of disappointing you. You're the first person who's ever showed so much interest in him, and he's frantic not to let that go.

His fingers are often covered in splinters/cuts from working with wooden marionettes. He doesn't remember the last time his hands were completely blemish-free — nor does he really know how to take care of them. He starts wearing gloves 24/7 to hide them from you.

You'd have to reassure him that he doesn't have to "perform" around you. He is very gentle, but thinks too much of your comfort before anything else.

When he first sheds his gloves, he'll start a habit of clasping his hands, as if still uncomfortable with exposing them fully. It also takes time for him to work up to holding your hand again. Instead, he hooks a few fingers around yours, loosely, easy to pull back again.

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[heartshapedbubble]

Ello can I request a Norton Fools good x fem reader where she came across the blown up mines and sees Norton (in his hunter form) she’s scared at first but starts to recognise him and slowly starts to approach him reaching her hand up to cub his cheeks ( bro this man needs all the love! )

HOO BOY i agree tho... his release made me regain my interest in norton🫡🫡

[not to be a scum but i'm still open for sanrio emma comms btw😭😭]

fool's gold: imagine...⛏️

cut for length!

paying the bills has become a hellish cycle. break your back to pay off the expenses, relax for the following twenty-ish days, and be sent into frenzy again, not knowing if you're going to have a roof over your head tomorrow or not.

you found yourself hopelessly skimming through newspaper, looking for any job offer possible that would easen up the burden on your wallet. The paper was plastered with offers from bars, post offices and restaurants, but those were a always gamble. will you get your wage or not? and if you will, when? too much effort for something so high-risk.

at last, a small offer in the corner of the page caught your attention. pressed in miniscule letters, it said: MINE RESEARCH. EMPLOYEES URGENTLY NEEDED. EQUIPMENT PROVIDED. underneath the text, an attractive number: $15,000 payed off immediately after the job is done.

not only could this solve the rent for the following 3 months, you'd also have some money left for yourself! you rang the number the second you got home and successfully scored the job, due to the urgency of the situation.

it took you a day or two to start thinking about the job. what do you exactly need to know for mine research? probably at least some physical strength and stamina, you thought. surely it can't be too complex.

you arrived at the mine right on time, the sun slowly slipping back into the horizon to let the moon take center stage. to your dismay, you realized no one else applied for the job. maybe this wasn't a good idea after all? crawling through the narrow, rocky terrain all alone doesn't sound like the ideal scenario. no living being in sight, and 20 minutes have already went by.

still, that money is way too good to pass up. you picked up one of the yellow helmets piled up at the entrance, prayed to whatever god out there that your flashlight has enough power to last the following 2 hours and mindlessly rushed into the collapsing mine.

for the following 10 minutes, your sight unfocused while your mind took the lead, in front of and all around you just rocks and grime, shadows dispelled by the flashlight held by your hip like a lance. only after a good 5 minutes of running did you realize that you, in fact, have no idea what you're supposed to do. what qualifies as mine research? mining, inspecting the ores, measuring the surface?

all sweaty and breathless, the tunnel led you to a large room inside of the mine, the roof extending towards what seemed like a pitch black abyss. carts messily thrown around, bumpy and unpolished geodes laying all over the place, when was the last time a living being stepped foot into this mine? it made sense that such a large sum of money was needed to attract volunteers.

you carefully moved through the rubble, trying to avoid stepping onto pickaxes and shrapnel splayed all over the ground. since you forgot about the gloves your bare hand now held onto the unpromising terrain, the other firmly squeezing the only source of light in this limbo.

the surface grazing your hand now seems like it became... smoother? no longer does it cut and pierce your palms. it's bumpy, but at least you're not risking an infection anymore.

moving inch by inch in fear of falling, the stone below changes its form. you don't even pay attention to the fact that you're now grabbing onto cloth and that, below your palm, a steady pulse is faintly beating.

it's already too late when you realize that you're not alone, and the stone below you starts to take shape and morph until it extends towards the ceiling, now towering over you, slouched like a ragdoll.

complementing the cold shades of grey, a face emerges from the shadows. pale, with defined cheekbones, although malnourished. only his bust passes as human, as below his collarbones there's nothing but a mosaic of pebbles and boulders forming his torso, arms and legs. it - or he, perhaps - is breathing with struggle, coughs interrupting his wheezes here and there.

you feel a sense of dread overcoming you. you freeze on the spot, but he doesn't budge, either. lifeless except for the fact he's breathing and his heart ticks like a machine.

you draw back a step, and he lunges forward, seemingly still not used to this monstrous body of his. he could harm me with ease if he wanted to, a thought suddenly manifests in your mind, and with newfound bravery you inspect the cryptid like a sculpture. your hand grazes over his bumpy and unfinished hands, tugs at the remains of his clothes around his chest. he groans, in annoyance, you assume, but doesn't resist. you climb up a cart to reach his face, your fingers pinch his stubborn hairstrands, inspect the cavity in which his other eye once laid. in a moment of either stupidity or courage you roughly pinch his cheeks - they're cold to the touch, but it's funny how naturally does his intimidating face mush like a little boy's. kind of cute. after a minute of cooing to yourself two of his rocky fingers gently pinch your wrists and put them back to your sides, but his one foggy eye doesn't divert its gaze from yours.

perhaps the flashlight can last an hour more.. you've just began getting to know him, and the mystery of the mine and his origin still lay cold for you to discover.

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[ithaquasbbg]

Tysm for feeding us with ithaqua content omg🙏🙏 how about kissing with ithaqua hcs..like that's it...how would it feel to give him a smooch...

You’re welcome :33

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Ithaqua | Night Watch kissing headcanons

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Tw: none

Extra: he needs some chapstick. It will not feel good /j

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|🩷| First of all, Ithaqua hasn’t kissed anyone before if it’s not platonic (like forehead kisses whilst he’s taking care of his mother.) he probably wouldn’t be the best kisser in the world the first few times. Once he figures it out, I’m sure he’d be a rather quick learner.

|🩷| Ithaqua, though reserved, wants the other manor residents to know that you’re his. Expect to be kissed in public. Not anything serious (making out in public is… gross). But he will definitely lean in and steal a quick kiss or two whenever he notices anyone’s eyes lingering on you a little too long.

|🩷| He does pull up his mask a tiny bit to do this, allowing the bottom part of his face to be visible. Though he does turn away from others while he kisses you to keep some level of secrecy about his face. Everybody knows he’s kissing you though, rest assured.

|🩷| I’d imagine his lips may be a little chapped from the cold, on top of the fact that there likely wasn’t much in the way of chapstick in his time period. If you introduced it to him, he’d attempt to use it if it makes kissing better. (It does.)

|🩷| He can be incredibly mischievous at times, and this comes out in full force when he’s kissing. One moment you’ll be kissing him normally, the next you feel him nibble on your bottom lip and snickering to himself. He has no ulterior motives, Ithaqua simply wants to see your reaction.

|🩷| All of this is not to say that he cannot be a sincere kisser as well, it’s just more likely to happen in private. You may catch him staring a little too long and the next thing you know he pulls you in for a gentle kiss or two.

|🩷| He’s totally the type to smile while he’s kissing another person. Sometimes it’s a more cocky smirk, such as when he’s aware that he’s gotten a reaction out of you. But sometimes it’s a genuine smile, he does truly love you a lot and does have a tendency to seek out affection from you. Because of this, he’s probably very easy to make happy with kisses.

|🩷| His protectiveness causes him to act much more bold than he is while you’re in public together. In private he’s much more reserved with his kissing and affection, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to prove something. In a way, it’s a glimpse of who he was before his life had gone downhill, the person who he hides under that mask of his.

|🩷| He does quite like receiving kisses from you. Ithaqua enjoys little pecks on the lips or cheeks from time to time like any lover. But little kisses on the tip of the nose, beside the eye or on his temples are ones that do make him melt into you.

|🩷| Ithaqua is a handsy young man. While he’s kissing you, expect to find his hands playing with your hair, rubbing your back, ect. He is quite affectionate and it definitely comes out towards you :33

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[sinisteryanderescribe]

Hello I'm curious on how Norton comfort Nurse Reader?

Norton comforting Nurse Reader pls?

Note: Hello dear sorry it took long I was very sick and had a lot of personal issues going on.

Depths Of Comfort

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The echoes of the match still reverberated through the manor, a haunting reminder of the fear and pain that had unfolded in the twisted corridors. You sat in your room, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls, your breaths ragged and hands trembling from the harrowing experience you had just endured.

Norton, stood at the threshold of your room, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of concern and understanding. Without a word, he crossed the room to stand beside you, his presence a grounding force in the midst of turmoil.

In the dimly lit room, the male reached out a calloused hand to gently rest on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone accustomed to the rough terrain of the manor. In that simple gesture, you felt a rush of emotions - relief, vulnerability, and a flicker of hope that you weren't alone in your pain.

With a silent nod, he settled beside you, his presence a comforting weight at your side. There was no need for words between you, for in the shared silence lay a deep understanding that transcended the horrors you had faced in the match. It was a connection forged in the depths of the manor, where words often failed to convey the magnitude of the trials you endured.

As you struggled to steady your racing heart and quell the rising tide of emotions, Norton's steady presence was a lifeline in the darkness. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent pact of solidarity and support, a promise that you didn't have to face the aftermath alone.

You found solace in Norton's quiet strength, a beacon of light in the shadows of the manor. His unwavering presence spoke volumes, offering a sense of comfort and understanding that cut through the chaos and fear that lingered in the air.

Norton remained by your side, a steadfast companion in the aftermath of the match. His role as a miner shone through in the way he navigated the complexities of your emotions, much like he would navigate through the treacherous passages of the manor, with caution and determination.

As you sat there, enveloped in the quiet comfort of Norton's presence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his unwavering support in the aftermath of the match. Though the black haired man hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to navigate the unfamiliar territory of offering comfort and solace to someone in need.

Despite his lack of experience with overt displays of affection, Norton's actions spoke volumes. Sensing your need for reassurance, he leaned in slightly, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions that swirled around you. In a rare moment of vulnerability, Norton's usual guarded expression softened, revealing a glimpse of the caring soul that lay beneath the surface.

Taking a deep breath, Norton tentatively wrapped an arm around your shoulders, a gesture both tentative and sincere. The warmth of his touch seeped through you, a silent reassurance that you were not alone in your struggles. It was a small yet profound act of comfort, one that transcended the barriers Norton had built around himself.

Feeling the weight of his arm around you, you couldn't help but lean into his touch, seeking solace in the simple act of human connection. Norton's presence, though unfamiliar in its tenderness, offered a sense of security and understanding that you desperately needed in that moment of vulnerability.

As the night deepened, Norton's instinctive need to provide comfort and solace to you grew stronger, overcoming his usual reservations about physical touch. With a subtle yet determined resolve, he gently lifted you from your seat, cradling you in his arms with a surprising ease that belied his strength as a miner.

Moving you to his lap, he settled you against his firm chest, his arms encircling your waist in a protective embrace. The contrast between his rugged exterior and the tenderness of his actions created a sense of safety and warmth that enveloped you in a cocoon of comfort.

Feeling his breath against your neck as he nuzzled his nose and face into your hair, a wave of shyness and flustered warmth washed over you. The unexpected intimacy of his touch, though not overtly sexual, stirred a gentle flutter in your chest, a mix of vulnerability and gratitude for his unspoken support.

In response to his touch, you placed a hand on his thigh, a soft and subtle gesture of reciprocity. The contact was a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had formed between you, a wordless reassurance that his touch was welcomed and reciprocated in kind.

With your hand resting on his thigh, you felt the tension in Norton's frame ease slightly, a subtle sign of his own need for comfort and closeness. In that quiet moment of shared intimacy, surrounded by the hushed stillness of the room, you found solace in the unspoken bond that had formed between you.

As the ex-miner held you close, his touch a balm to your weary soul, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into his embrace, finding a sense of peace and security in the strength of his arms. The gentle rhythm of his breathing against your neck, the warmth of his body enveloping you, created a sanctuary of comfort in the midst of the chaos that had unfolded in the manor.

“Norton…” you would whisper softly, loving how his lean yet strong arms wrapped around your small form in a sort of protective yet intimate manner.

The said male would not respond but a soft raspy grunt followed by a hum. A way of informing you to stay quiet and relax on him…you knew him too well to be able to understand his language of communication.

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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.”

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[viiixs]

Hi bbg do you write for Requiem WuChang?👉👈

What if,,Their s/o got ambushed and then Requiem came to the rescue..

«🥼» MODELING ISSUE I

PART 1 OF 2 PARTS. (PART 2 LINK SOON!)

. . . RQ!XIE BI’AN & RQ!FAN WUJIU X READER … – warnings: heavily implied violence, mentions of alcohol, blood.

! — Note at the end of post! + scenario only.

«🥼» SCENARIO

……………………………

“This car ride is rather long, don’t you think?”

Bi’an mumurs as He looks out the window, crimson eyes soon falling to the Chauffeur driving upfront.

“Are we almost there?” Bi’an asks as the Chauffer’s eyes look at Requiem through the front windscreen.

The said man looking now at the Location app upon hearing Requiem’s question, He gazes back at the steering wheel.

“Just a little bit more, Sir Xie.”

Bi’an hums in acknowledgement as His gaze darts towards you in a questioning manner.

“Are you doing alright?”

He pats your head, looking at you with a soft gaze. He and Wujiu decided to bring you to one of their photoshoots for a campaign hosted by the Agency They recently signed up for. They were currently heading to the destined location as You and Requiem sat comfortably at the backseat.

This only happened since You were curious about what They do behind the scenes when they were modeling, since most of the time you usually get left alone in your shared Apartment.

The Curiosity Blossomed overtime as you started seeing your Two Lovers in Advertisements, Tarpaulins and even in Magazines more frequently, They were also trending online at one point! you just had to ask the Two what They usually do or whats up with Their sudden spike of popularity. You told them that you wish you can see them doing actual modeling. Fortunately, Requiem invited you to their next– now current shoot They’ll be doing. This is great, Considering how You’ll see them both at their full potential as models!

You nod in reply to His Question. a smile graces his lips.

“Thats good.”

His red eyes gazes at you before it moves to Fan Wujiu, Who is currently resting his head on the window next to your side.

“How about you, Wujiu. you okay?”

He looks at Wujiu who’s currently resting his head on his palm, staring mindlessly at the window.

“Mhm.”

Wujiu mumbled in reply.

Bi’an smiles at Him before sitting back on His seat. Humming Comfortably, satisfied with both your replies.

“Ah, I have a question.”

Bi’an and Wujiu’s eyes are now on you, curious gazes while Their eyebrows are raised.

“What is it?”

“How long have you guys been yknow… doing modeling? just curious.”

He thinks for awhile.

“Oh. quite awhile now actually... some agency asked us if we wanted the opportunity to star in Their upcoming Advertisement… We didn’t really have anything to do. never knew it would be such a hit.”

“So much so Wujiu had to mute His phone with How much Emails We’d get from the different agencies..”

Bi’an chuckles.

“so why not?”

Wujiu gives him a small glare.

“They’re annoying, okay?”

“I didn’t say they weren’t now… did I..?”

you and Bi’an share a small laugh as Wujiu looks away playfully rolling his eyes while facing the window.

.

.

.

The Car soon pulls over.

“We’re Here.”

Wujiu’s Cerulean eyes examine the Building from His window and raises an eyebrow suspiciously. It looked too empty to be deemed as the “Popular Agency.” in this city. but brushed it off as you Three got off the Car, although the suspicion still lies.

The Car soon drives away as you both were now left alone standing infront of the building.

Bi’an examines the building with an expectant look.

“Not what i was expecting… it looks different than it did with the Email they sent.”

“Looks bland as Hell.”

“Can’t disagree with you there…”

“well, whatever.” Bi’an shrugged as He looked at you with a smile

“Are you excited, ___?”

you smile back at him before nodding.

“Lets go now, yes?”

“Okay.”

You three walked inside the building… it was… quite desolate, in a way. there stood one employee at the front desk, Her gaze immediately going to you Three, almost… panicked.

“Hello. we are here for the campaign shoot.”

The Employee looks at Bi’an before nodding.

“Ah… yes, Requiem… correct?”

“Thats right.”

“and… who?”

She points at you expectantly as Bi’an looks at your direction.

“Ah, a special guest. no worries.”

Bi’an smiled as Wujiu stares at the Employee with a harsh glare. this feels… a little too off. It’s quite… desolate. in this place. There weren’t any people apart from the Front desk Herself, not too mention, it feels like someone is watching them.

it doesn’t feel too right.

“I-I see… alright then… i’ll just call our campaign manager to come down and we’ll get started.”

She reaches towards the telephone.

“They’re here.”

Suddenly, a group of men appeared out of nowhere and tackled Both Bi’an and Wujiu.

“What the…?!”

Wujiu and Bi’an tries to fight off the sudden group of men tackling them as you stare in shock and back away a little.

“what the hell…?!”

You kept backing in fear as your arm suddenly gets roughly grabbed by the perpetrators, trying to drag you away from Requiem.

You look in shock as you attempt to fight back to struggle out— albeit it wasn’t fruitless as you managed to kick one of the men, who only snarled in return. giving you a harsh glare.

“Agh- you-!”

He drags you now harshly as Wujiu and Bi’an look at you almost panicked.

“Wujiu- Bi’an-“

“___!”

They both called out to you while still trying to hold back the men. It was difficult as the group had blunt objects while Bi’an had the Umbrella. He was using it as some sort of shield while trying His best to not get hit across the face with the objects the men were using against them. Wujiu was in the middle of punching some of them in the face, barely almost evading their hits.

In a Fortune, Wujiu saw the vase from the counter and grabbed it.

“Duck!”

immediately throwing it to the man Bi’an was currently trying to hold back, Hissing from pain from the shards of glass that came from the impact of the throw, Bi’an managed to successfully shove the man off as He assisted Wujiu with the men that were surrounding Him.

while….

The Men that were dragging you away had enough of your struggling and eventually hit you across the head by swinging you across the head with a blunt- you hisses in pain as your consciousness slowly started to fade- as much as you wanted to fight back your vision darkening, it was useless as your vision faded to black. as you slumped back on the floor now unconscious.

The two men that were dragging you sighed exhaustingly, almost in relief.

“God… thank god. so damn stubborn. what do we even do with Them…? Don’t we only need to deal with Requiem?”

The man near him only shrugged.

“Can’t we just let them go? This isn’t even what the boss told us to do!”

“We can’t just release them. idiot. They can snitch on us and i’m not in the mood to deal with the authorities right now.”

He looks at you and scrutinizes your face.

“Besides. Requiem wouldn’t just bring some random person. Who knows, Judging by His concerned yell for this person earlier, we can use it to our advantage…”

………………

“Shit…”

Wujiu breathes out as He and Bi’an finally finished fighting off the other men. bloody traces stained throughout the entire Lobby, unconscious bodies along with shattered glass and more unpleasantries as They both slump back on the floor, using the wall as a support.

Bi’an stares at Wujiu with an almost relieved smile.

“.. Nice Aim earlier.”

Wujiu stares back at Him.

“It was Tough luck… Thank god we managed to fight them off.” He breathes out.

It was a moment of silence as Bi’an opens His eyes for a second, before it suddenly widens.

“…wait.”

“..Wujiu”

Bi’an nudges Him

“Wh-?”

Requiem suddenly becomes more alert at the sudden realization.

They checked their surroundings and then suddenly remembered.

“wait…”

“____!” They shouted your name as They searched throughout the entire Lobby and when they saw nothing, staring at the Direction the culprits took you while They were occupied with the men- they immediately went there.

They searched throughout the entire building for any sign of you. Despite the Exhaustion that came along the fight– They couldn’t just leave you! They searched frantically, no traces of you throughout the building. checking every crevice for no answer.

after a little while of searching. They came to the conclusion that You were brought along by them.

as much as They didn’t like it, but it was their only choice.

They grit their teeth at the conclusion and hope those damn bastards don’t do anything bad to you. They need trace your current location… and They know who They could rely on for this type of situation.

Nitre.

“Bi’an, call the Chauffeur, Immediately!”

……………

(hideout of true proof)

“Seems like i finally won against you.” True Proof smiles at the Female infront of Her as She stares at Bloodfan, dangling the Queen piece infront of Her as she smiles in reply of her defeat, putting Her fan down on Her lap as she claps.

“Well played, Demi. you’ve certainly gotten better at chess since we last played.” The woman only grins in response of Bloodfan’s words.

“Of course… its a great way to pass the time.”

True Proof walks to one of Her cabinets in Her office.

“Missions have been a pain in the ass haven’t they? why not treat this to a glass of wine? you need to loosen up more.” She pops open a wine cork and starts pouring on Her glass. “My treat.”

Bloodfan shakes her head. “Thank you, but I Don’t Drink.”

True proof chuckles

“Still the Teetotaler, huh..?”

Bloodfan nods. “Perhaps a certain… member of ours would like this.”

True proof raises an eyebrow.

“Ah.. let me guess?”

“Wujiu!”

“Bi’an.”

“…”

They both share a hearty laugh at their contrasting response, the four of them were very close friends ever since from Highschool to starting an entire Group. They remained close since.

“They’re really different with the effects of Alcohol… huh..?” The said hearty laugh soon dies down into small giggles as Bloodfan nods.

“Wujiu’s drunken state can almost rival yours.”

“Hey… I’m not that bad when I get tips-“

“Wheres Nitre?!”

True Proof flinches at the harsh swing of Their office door, Turning around immediately revealing two yet familiar disheveled men clearly in a raging state of anger despite one’s nonchalant expression.

“speak of the devil…” Bloodfan mutters as she opens Her Fan to conceal Her half of her face.

It was no more than Requiem Themselves.

“Nitre… Nitre! where is She?!” Wujiu yelled angrily. gripping the door with such frequency that it looked like He can break it if He wished. He looks around the room before hitting the door.

“Where is She damn it!”

“Woa, woa, woa! calm down! what’s going on with you both? what happened?” True Proof asks in concern as She steps closer.

“Ambush. They took ____ with them.” Bi’an grips the umbrella harshly.

“Turns out that the said ‘Model Agency’ was just a phony to Lure us to their plan.”

“damn bastards.”

Their anger was conspicuous in every way possible, Damn it… Wujiu already knew something was wrong; yet His intuition was correct. They shouldn’t have left their guard down– even if the Invitation sounded harmless, looks can be deceiving, and Requiem learnt it the second time.

“We need Nitre, We need to track down those asses.”

Note: OH MY, OH MY GOD. (bite me reference)

this request made me so happy, it made me jump in excitement, made me drop my phone and made my jawdrop. i love rq wu chang sm this request was so YUMMY. i loved writing it (sorry it took awhile i keep procrastinating on my requests)

theres more coming up btw part 2 will be posted tomorrow. … its 12 am im so tired and my wrist is hurting and this is… not proofread

AND I CAN FINALLY VALIDATE MY REQUIEM MODELING HC TEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHQUFAQOVQPQ (<- stupid) AGH. but i just wanna thank u anon ily and yes bbg i do write for requiem.

🧍 hope i did this request with justice because i’m currently going through 82728 (more or less) second hand embarrassment from my writing ESPECIALLY THE FIGHT SCENE. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FIGHT SCENe so llease …spare me.

update: part 2 will be delayed. i need to rewrite some stuff💥💥

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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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[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

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

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

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

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

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

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

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Hi :))) I think I’ll do some more general Headcanons since those did shockingly really well lolll- just a reminder that requests are open! I have a few I need to get to, but I appreciate hearing from everyone.

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Norton Campbell | Prospector / “Fools gold” General relationship Headcanons

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(That title is certainly a lot to read..)

Tw : mentions of nightmares, possessive behavior.

Extra : Some things can be read in a kind of suggestive tone?? That was on accident lol but I left it because it is true 💀I’ve recently been really into Norton and felt like dumping my personal Headcanons here.

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|🩷| Norton has a tendency to be a hot and cold type of lover. One moment he can be his normal self, and the next he’s mad at the world and pushing himself away from you.

|🩷| Of course, he’ll make up for those moments when he isolates himself, or at least attempt to. With Norton, you need to be patient and show him that he won’t scare you away.

|🩷| In his normal form he can be slightly possessive but wouldn’t act out on it too much if at all. He’ll exchange harsh glares with the person he suspects has any intentions of either stealing you from him, or of harming you.

|🩷| As fools gold though… he’s much more willing to get involved and use physical measures to keep others from messing around with you. Though he is quite intimidating, so his typical glares would likely do the trick most of the time

|🩷| In either form, he’s incredibly protective of you and couldn’t imagine what would happen if you were to get seriously hurt. How they would react is different, with nortons normal self hyperfixating on your health and getting you better. His other side however would likely take care of you first, but there’s no question the person who hurt you would be roughed up quite badly.

|🩷| In terms of physical preferences in his partners- I don’t see Norton as somebody who would be terribly picky. Though, if there was one thing he would have a preference for, it would probably be eyes. If they’re striking, they’ve caught his attention.

|🩷| When it comes to his love language in a receiving type of way, he’d likely be most comfortable with words of affirmation. Reassurance that you still love him despite all his imperfections is something that comforts him and makes him swoon all the more at the same time.

|🩷| In terms of giving, Norton would be super interested in physical touch, even if it’s small. Part of it is reassurance for himself that you’re with him, but another part is the rush he feels when he gets to hold you. Things like hand holding are present almost all the time, sometimes in a more possessive type of way.

|🩷| When it comes to PDA- Norton isn’t the most reserved in the manor but he’s also not the most showy. It depends on his state day to day just how showy he is, but usually it only includes hand holding and an occasional quick kiss or two

|🩷| Big. Spoon. He loves holding you close to him and knowing that you’re safe in his arms. (And In a sense.. he likely also enjoys knowing that he’s the one in control while he’s holding you ☺️)

|🩷| His favorite nickname for you is just a simple “Babe”, or sometimes if he’s feeling generous.. “Baby”

|🩷| When you call him things like Handsome, Love, ect, he’d probably take a slight ego boost from it. Expect for him to ask you to repeat it. “Just to make sure” he didn’t mishear what you said. But we all know he just wants to hear you call him Handsome again.

|🩷| Things like “Sweetheart” or returning the “Baby” nickname would probably get him blushing and a little embarrassed, those are his names for you, not the other way around! Though despite his attitude towards being called these nicknames, he does love to hear you call him all these sweet things.

|🩷| If he has extra clothing to give you, he’d absolutely give you all of it. Seeing you in his clothing gives Norton such a rush that he cannot explain. On this same note, if he could fit into your clothing I doubt he’d be willing to wear it, he prefers to be giving things even if he cannot really afford to buy gifts.

|🩷| Norton does suffer from frequent nightmares remembering his life from before he came to the manor. He tries to hide his weaknesses from everyone, including you, though occasionally his facade slips and he breaks. Just allowing him to cry and hold you as tight as he can is usually greatly appreciated, though he will be embarrassed about the crying part later.

|🩷| He’s not the best at comforting others, but if you had a rough day or two, Norton would definitely try his best to cheer you up at least a little bit. Things like attempting to cook your favorite meal, showering you with extra love and compliments. No matter what headspace he’s in, Norton will always try his best to get a smile on your face. You matter more to him than anything else at the end of the day, and he’ll make sure to protect you.

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[vanrouchu]

😳 can we get some mary/reader crumbs..... maybe a scenario at a formal soirée, both of them are spellbound under a budding romance but stifle their yearning to keep up appearances in front of all the nobles... or at least, they try hehe. thenk you basil MWAHS

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i almosf oassed out twice writinf this i lllooev mary

There was an unwritten rule in high society that all nobles adhere to. 'Keep your feelings hidden lest you want it to be used against you,' as they said. The higher the status you had, the more you stick to that rule as one weakness shown can be the reason for your downfall. Much to her misfortune, Mary was the pinnacle of high society while your standing was somewhere below here; falling in love with her was nothing unusual but having those feelings reciprocated was a different story.

You were always fabricating excuses during parties after Mary shoots you a subtle glance as she heads into an empty parlor—"come and see me," it wasn't difficult to tell what she wanted to convey and it didn't take you much to follow after her as you tried to avoid prying eyes. Behind closed doors, it was simply you and Mary drowning in intimacy that would get them into a huge scandal if someone ever found out but perhaps that made it more exciting and Mary liked the thrill.

Your hands were on her waist, pulling her closer as she planted her lips on yours while her hands cupped your cheeks. You were careful enough to avoid the numerous accessories on her, you knew that it would raise questions if she went out looking even slightly disheveled. Mary was quite the opposite—she cared little for such things especially when you're both behind closed doors. It was easy to fix herself after this but for now she wanted to savor the moment while it lasted.

"Why are you holding yourself back, my darling?" She whispered against your lips, her gaze on you made your heartbeat quicken as she traced the outline of your jaw. "We're alone. There's no one who can see us."

"I'm just worried that people will notice when you come out." You admitted, sighing dreamily as you felt her finger trace your skin—each touch she left on you made your breath hitch. "I don't want to be the cause of rumors that might mark you as their target."

"Darling." Her voice was firm as she pulled back to face you properly. She furrowed her eyebrows as she wrapped her fingers around your jaw and forced you to look at her directly. There was a slight frown on her face and it didn't take you long to realize that she was agitated.

"You know I'm quite fond of you but that does not mean I'll tolerate such impertinence." Her tone slowly turned commanding, "I want you to give yourself to me without reservations about causing trouble for me. Let me worry about that. Unless… You think I'm incapable of handling such trivial matters, do you?"

"No! Of course not." You replied hurriedly as you let out a heavy sigh. "I know you can handle it but I can't help but worry either way." You leaned in closer and tucked her loose hair behind her ear, not noticing the way her cheeks turned a little rosy. "You're important to me, after all, my lady."

"You fool," she sneered. "Just shut your mouth and kiss me again. I've been waiting for far too long to meet you again—surely you won't deprive me of that, at least, correct?"

You couldn't help but chuckle when she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours once more as you buried your fingers into her hair. "My lady is so demanding… but yes, I'll do what you wish."

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@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.

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— 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! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ ]

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