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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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

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

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

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

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

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

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You puffed at the steam coming from your cup.

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

"A bit, yeah. Snooty old man."

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

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

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

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

"Was this a pleasant enough suprise for you?"

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

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

"Hm?"

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

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

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

"It does."

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

"...What are you implying?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Orpheus, have you ever kissed somebody before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Felt like it."

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

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

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

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

"I see."

"May I ask you the same question?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"____ , is everything okay?"

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

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

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

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

"No, I think i'm good."

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

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

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

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

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

"You know what you're doing."

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

"...Please keep on doing it."

Seven o'clock.

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

But you held back.

You waited.

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

"Orpheus."

"____"

Your name uttered between breaths.

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

"Why didn't you open the letter?"

"You know why."

"You're cruel."

"But you came anyways."

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

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

"...What do you think?"

"It's wonderful."

"I know what's on your mind."

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

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

His hands quickly reached for your lowering wrists.

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

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

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

"We barely even started, Orpheus."

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

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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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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horrid-mixtape · 2 years

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🎬 Love...

Content: Norton Campbell x GN reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love is something he fears.

For now, he will experience the grief of love.

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ithaquasbbg · 1 year

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hi! I hope this request this bother I’m sorry I don’t usually request…Hope your having a good day and rest well! Naib x Siren! s/o (Fluff)

S/o can turn in to a human or back to her siren form by using their necklace. They live in a pond inside the manor somehow…

Hiya! Don’t worry about bothering me, I’m glad you requested! :). This prompt was super cute but I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcannons or a one shot so I did a bit of both, hope that works for you! :)

Naib x Siren! S/o (fluff)

- Assuming his s/o had kept this a secret a while, he’d be a bit shocked at first when he finds out.

- He’s a little confused but also amazed since he’s never seen anything like this before.

- Once you talk about it a little more, he’d ask questions; things like “how?” And “why?”

- In love with your inhuman features, whatever it is, he loves it and makes sure his s/o knows it as well.

- Tries to get into the pond with you, it’s likely been a long time since he’s had the chance to go swimming and he’d love to do it with his s/o

- Also asks his s/o to sing for him, probably sits there and watches you. (He absolutely adores it)

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Naib had been wondering where you had gone for a while now, ever since your last match he hadn’t been able to find you. None of your friends knew either, so he took it upon himself to look for you. Eventually, he is attracted by the sound of singing from deeper inside the manor. Originally, he wasn’t planning on going towards the sound, but the music was just too entrancing, leading him closer

He hides behind a piece of furniture in order to keep himself hidden, hoping to not interrupt the person who was singing. Though to his shock, it turned out to be you. “Is that y/n?” He thought, having never realized that you could sing. Nor that you could possibly have a secret like this. This fact just made him more entranced In your singing. That is, until he drops a small object, alerting you that somebody was nearby.

“Who’s there?” You ask cautiously, you hadn’t intended on anybody finding out about any of this. Just as you began to panic about what would happen next, your boyfriend Naib steps out from his hiding place, slowly walking towards you. Once he gets close enough, he crouches down and cups your cheeks In his hands, examining every one of your features.

“I’m sorry for keeping a secret like this from you-“ you begin to apologize before he gives you a quick kiss, smiling softly at you “I’m not mad, you don’t need to worry about that love” he says, running his hands through your hair. “But, I do have a few questions on how this is possible, if you’d be willing to answer them.”

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Cliffhanger ehe 🤭 I can write a second part if anybody would like, but for now I decided it would be nice to leave it up to the reader’s interpretation on how the conversation would go. Thanks so much for the request!

- peanut

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callimaria · 2 years

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hi!!! I am here with a request !! i rarely see any love for murro!! And i love him sm

could I please request murro x adoring and socially inept reader (or s/o) 😍😍

THANK U FOR UR TIME

murroses are red, violets are blue… wait

warnings: none

characters: murro

murro, time and time again, was always surprised whenever you laid your eyes on him; gazing at him with pure adoration. it wasn’t like you two were strangers, no, you had gotten quite close since you entered the manor for the first time.

yet that part was a surprise, too, as you were completely overwhelmed at the start. new, fresh faces everywhere, an eclectic mix of eccentric personalities—you shut down almost instantly, locked away in your room, reviewing your own decision to come to the manor.

though as time went by, slowly, you grew comfortable enough to get out of your room, attend dinner without having the friendly gardener—you learned her name was emma—bring you meals, and after that you even managed to start talking to those you found pleasant enough.

💗💗💗

the first time you met murro was when you were teamed up together with two other survivors, (frankly, you had not a clue what their names were, and they looked too intimidating to ask) waiting for your match to start.

the room was silent, leaving you to fiddle with your fingers, clearly uncomfortable in your chair. murro was seated next to you, hand trailing over the back of his boar companion, visibly calmed.

in all honesty, his boar intrigued you as it became clear there was a connection between them, like a bond. you had always wanted to voice your thoughts, maybe even get just a single remark in there, but you always froze, the words stuck on the tip of your tongue.

looking around, the atmosphere had slightly changed, alerting you that it was almost time. if it was almost time, then perhaps you could finally get a word out; you thought, turning to look at the man. gripping onto your seat, you cringed.

“u-uh..” you began, stammering. he looked up, staring at you with an expression you were too nervous to analyze, but he looked like he was willing to hear you out.

“i think your boar’s very cool,” you said, sweating. it wasn’t the best execution, but it was less embarrassing than you thought it would be.

his companion responded before he had the chance to, with a little gurgle and a small tilt of its head.

unfortunately, the match started immediately after that, whisking everyone away—leaving you to wonder what his reply would have been.

💗

perhaps, after that moment, it spurred you on to do your best in that match. pulling off a kite you thought you wouldn’t, managing to avoid being shocked by a cipher—it really shocked you, the sudden motivation taking charge of your body.

you were ecstatic at a well deserved win, especially when you had been stuck on a losing streak. it ground down on your confidence, but you persevered—considering you had nothing else to do in the manor, besides your hobbies—and this win felt refreshing.

you shied away from your teammates, struggling to not smile, when you noticed murro muttering something to his little companion.

he radiated a bit of pride and happiness, and you stopped in your tracks to wonder if he had lost quite a few matches before too. lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed he was staring back at you.

“the others went back to the manor,” murro supplied helpfully, “are you going?”

snapping out of it, you felt embarrassed. (you had no idea you were glaring daggers into him, you were simply spacing out, really)

“oh—! uh.. yes. right.” rushing forwards, you heard the boar snort a bit, him following along.

you kept your head down, unnerved by the silence. it was only the slightest bit awkward, but to you, it felt even more awkward.

though, as it became clear you two weren’t going to talk or bother each other; the trek back was filled with comfortable silence.

💗💗💗

“why do— why would you remember that?!” you cried, flustered. you covered your ears with your hands, hoping to block out the man’s voice.

he only laughed, his boar chiming in with an awfully specific noise you couldn’t bother to pin down as a grunt or snort.

“i remember the entire match, see— it was a good one,” he paused, smiling.

“it was great. i saved you a few times, didn’t i? like i was your own prince.”

despite your initial agony upon remembering how ‘weird’ you were then, your eyes can’t help but twinkle when you gaze at him.

“yes, murro— but you always save me like a prince..

“except for last match, where you fumbled and got caught yourself.”

you were so lucky to have an odd fellow like him.

GOD I HAD TO SCOUR HIS WIKI SO MANY TIMES IN FEAR OF MISCHARACTERIZATION.. like

me, intensely staring at his literal jp twt replies:

stared so hard i bet i concerned my phone tbh

also i wish for once i didn’t write literally all of my posts on my phone bc i wish i could put the little “read more” things on them.. maybe tomorrow lol

#identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv #idv oneshot #ish idk #idv murro #idv wildling #identity v murro #identity v wildling #id5 #idv murro x reader #idv wildling x reader #identity v murro x reader #identity v wildling x reader #fluff #idv fluff #ish #idk

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honeykittennn · 10 months

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HELLLOOOO

GIF utworzony przez thehumorbot

so i want to write idv fics and i need some requests yk! so here is some stuff about my work

ᐟᐟ☆ i'm a minor so i don't write spicy stuff (no lemons)!

ᐟᐟ☆ English is NOT my first language and im still learning a lotttt so please tell me about my mistakes instead of being mean!

ᐟᐟ☆ I can write one shots , scenarios and hc's!

ᐟᐟ☆ i have no clue on how grammar works... BUT I TRY

ᐟᐟ☆ i can write both char x char and char x reader but the second option is kinda easier for me!

ᐟᐟ☆ here is how i feel about writing for each character

ᐟᐟ☆ IK THAT IT'S WEIRD but i don't write tonton fics because it makes me remember about one of my relationships sorry

ᐟᐟ☆ PLEASE BE PATIENT , IK THAT I'M A SLOW WRITER

ᐟᐟ☆ i can take max 5 requests at the time

ᐟᐟ☆ please respect me if i don't feel comfortable with writing some fics

ᐟᐟ☆ TELL ME THE GENDER OF READER AND PREFERRED PRONOUNS PLSPLS

ᐟᐟ☆ PLEASEEEE REQUEST FICSSS I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHINGGG AAAAA

that's all have a nice day!!!

#idv #identity v #idv oneshot #oneshot #headcanon #scenarios #idv askblog #idv x reader #idv x you #idv oc #idv fanart #identity v x reader #identity v x you

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gravy-kfc · 1 year

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My first time posting my writings here lmao

Weeks ago I made a KevJose oneshot for a friend. They're obsessed with this ship so, why not gift them a gift of KevJose content?

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Kevin had never imagined loving someone like this again when Angelina died.

Sometimes he would deny it, boys are cowards aren’t they? They’re nothing but weak degenerates. Yet whenever Jose would tease or make sarcastic remarks his heart would beat like it's the end of the world. He would confuse it as anger or embarrassment at first yet why does he feel so warm inside when he sees him? Why does he enjoy his company so much that he misses him?

Why does his heart beat for disgusting degenerates like him?

It bothers him.

Best solution? Ignore it. At first he would try to shut it. Try to stop his heart from beating he sees him, try to stop the blood rushing from his cheeks. But it only seems to get worse…

The slight touch of his hand in his would be enough to make him smitten. His alluring voice and his short brown hair that matches his figure and personality draws his heart closer to him. It was like he was a sailor, sailing the sea to find a mystery on his feelings about a certain something or someone, ironic isn't it?

Yet when he officially said goodbye to the world, that's when he realized why his heart years for the man so much…

"It was love wasn't it?"

He weakly scoffed, looking at the tears that fell to the floor like snow.

"Kevin?" A familiar voice called his name.

A voice that would make his heart throb so much.

"Kevin!" A shout of his name fell from Jose's lips as Kevin collapsed to the floor.

Did he even confess to his love that now held his weak body that's slowly fading from consciousness?

At least he could meet her again right?

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#Idv #identity v #kevin ayuso #jose baden #kevjose #idv oneshot #idv ship #idv cowboy #idv first officer #idv kevin #oneshot

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cooliofango · 2 years

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Requests open!

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

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heartshapedbubble · 1 year

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

"family", an idv oneshot📕🧸

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

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

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

"Scarf!" She grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your monocle too!"

"My... what?"

He reached for his face in horror.

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

"Since when?"

"Since I saw you outside?"

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

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

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

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

"Hi guys!"

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

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

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

"...Buuuut?"

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

"...And that rule being?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turned around and bowed.

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

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

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

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

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

#idv headcanons #identity v #idv #idv x reader #idv oneshot #idv fanfic #identity v headcanons #identity v fanfic #orpheus idv #idv orpheus #novelist identity v #identity v novelist #novelist idv #identity v orpheus #orpheus #idv memory #idv little girl #identity v little girl

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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Child reader survivor hcs

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

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

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

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

#identity v imagines #identity v & reader #idv #platonic #platonic idv #idv imagines #idv oneshot #idv fanfic #identity v oneshot #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv scenarios #identity v x reader #identity v #idv x reader

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sandwichfordinner · 1 year

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Since my close friend had a birthday and requested me to draw her favourite idv characters (Luca and Ithaqua) as yanderes I did a quick draw of them🚶‍♀️

and I will be working on my requests I promise you guys I won’t die (i lied)

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momo-hearts · 7 months

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Sleepy Time.

Composer x Insomnia! Reader.

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

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

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

"Good night, my beloved. "

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

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

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eve-lullabye · 1 year

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Where you don't want to pair up with a certain survivor

Based off IDV

(I kind of imagine the eels in there merform floating off the ground like Naiad)

You were chatting with Patricia when Kevin walked up to you.

"Hey, Doll, Sugar," he smiled flirtatuously. You were no stranger to Kevin's harmless flirting. It was his way of saying he cared about you. Of course, that didn't mean that all the girls appreciated it. "You got yourself a match comin' up, Sugar."

You were Sugar. "Oh? And who are my teammates, Kev?" You raised a brow while resting your chin on a propped hand.

"Pretty sure, 'twas Kurt, Andrew, an' Jade."

"Hold on," you straightened your back. "Jade?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kevin slid into the seat next to you.

"Well, I'm out then," you raised your hands. Patricia sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Not this again." She buried her face into her arms, slumping against the table.

"What! I don't like him. He gives me the creeps, and I find him unpredictable. Plus, who knows what kind of conniving plan he's concocting!"

Kevin drummed his fingers against his leg, "If you need, I can step in for ya, Sugar. Of course, we're makin' a switch."

"Please do," you grasped his hand with wide eyes. "I swear if the two of us were on a raft with enough rations for one, Jade would chuck me into the water."

"I'm rather offended you think lowly of me," a smooth and slimy voice called out beside you. You shrieked, turning to see Jade giving a closed-eye smile. Then he opened his eyes, and those heterochromatic eyes caught your attention. You admit it. You were a sucker for heterochromatic irises. There was something about them so beautiful, so captivating. "Shall we go?" Jade bared his sharp teeth. You looked one last time at Kevin with a desperate look. He just shrugged.

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Of all the maps you hated Leo's Memory and it hated you. It always spawned you next to the hunter, and you would be out of the game in a couple of seconds. Vera had told you that you could move away from the hunter. Oh GEEZ, LIKE YOU HADN'T THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE! If ONLY you know from which direction the hunter was in, you then could avoid it. The other reason for disliking this map was the fact that it was freezing.

Currently, you were hiding behind some boxes in hopes that the hunter who was not budging would move. You couldn't even look to see who or else you would be discovered. Around you shouts from your other teammates rang in your ears as they gave an update on the status. You had long ago told them that the hunter was near you. Now, your clothes were wet, your body - numb, and your patience wearing thin.

It was then you heard voices talking. One, you recognized as Jade; the other, you believed to be the hunter. Around your waist wrapped a coil of teal flesh, and you held your breath. It squeezed you tightly before two arms captured you. When you were dragged out of your hiding spot and released, you whirled around to be right in front of Jade who seemingly turned into a merman.

"Jade, what the heck?!" You brushed yourself off, taking a step back.

"I'm right here," he answered behind you. You stopped moving, slowly moving your gaze to look at the Jade-lookalike. You whipped your head to see Jade fully clothed and looking humanlike. Behind him stood Azul. You scowled suspiciously at Azul and the other Jade. "That is my twin, Floyd." Floyd smiled at you showing off those same sharp teeth that Jade had.

"I'm out of here," you threw up your hands and trudged off.

"Aaaawwwww, Shrimpy, don't you want to hang out," Floyd called out in a crooning tone.

"No! I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible before I get sick," you retorted. At the end of your sentence you sneezed. Great! You were getting sick.

"I'll see you later, brother," Jade spoke before following you. "I need to take care of my dear teammate."

"Dear my ass," you growled. Brushing off the collecting snowflakes from your hair. With long strides, the teal-haired survivor caught up to you and placed his blazer over your shoulders. You looked up in shock before looking away with pink cheeks, "Thanks." It was sweet in a way. Well, maybe that was your thinking since no one had ever done that for you.

"I expect compensation after this match," Jade smirked. You stopped in your tracks while the male continued forward. You were prepared to shove the blazer back into his arms when you thought better than to receive a lecture from Emily. Especially, since Jade would be there telling how you refused his "generosity". You sniffed the material which smelled like men's body wash and shampoo.

"Well, at least he thinks about hygiene." You heard the cipher pop.

"Smelling my clothes is unnecessary to find out if I keep my personal hygiene," Jade glanced at you with a raised brow teasing you while he decoded the gates. Caught red-handed.

#disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #identity 5 #idv #idv x reader #survivor x reader #idv cowboy #idv enchantress #Short #oneshot

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true-pr00f · 2 months

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message lost (G) — No archive warnings apply

Frederick gets some closure from his favourite cousin.

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❝ Dawn can't break when the sun has burned to a crisp. There must have been some supernova I missed. ❞

I read a theory somewhere that Mary's "affair" was just her meeting in secret with Frederick after his exile and kinda had to write this, it was just such a good idea. This fic was very personal to me and honestly surprisingly cathartic to write, even if I did write it while sleep-deprived to hell and back. Takes place during Ashes of Memory Part 2 and contains spoilers for it. Named after the song of the same name by Ferry.

#oneshot #general #frederick kreiburg #idv composer #mary de capet #idv fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #writeblr #song: message lost (ferry w/ kyo)

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luvmaiil · 2 years

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Tied Ribbons

Pairing: Joseph x Reader

Pronouns: not specified; gender neutral

Content: hunter reader, sleeping, cuddling, hair braiding, and more.

Description: You could be content forever if it mean it was with him.

Note: AA I haven't written I'm forever, I hope you can all enjoy this <3

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Comftorable silence hung in the air as you rested your hand on your cheek. It was still midday and while you were incredibly sleepy from how many matches you did, that didn't mean you could take a break just yet.

A small cough rings through your ears as you jump away from your original position.

"What are you doing sleeping at the dinner table? It's not even noon yet mon cher"

A hand reaches out and touches your cheek, his thumb grazes your skin lightly and it brings a small smile to your face.

You gave him only a small hum as response and it brings a noise of disapproval from him.

He takes your hand without another care in the world and ushers you out of the dining room of the manor and into his room.

"You're tired, are you not? Come to my bed, your next match isn't for a few more hours. Rest with me and I will let you know when to wake up."

"But I have to practice-"

"There's no need to practice on occasions like these, there's time to practice another day"

And with that, there were no words to be said. You let Joseph guide you towards his bed and you fell onto it as soon as your knees hit the soft mattress.

It brought a chuckle to the man's face and that made you feel good, it wasnt rare for you to see eachother but spending time alone together wasn't as normal either.

Times like these where you could make eachother laugh without having to worry about other company, it made you happy.

Joseph settled in beside you on the bed, careful to keep his distance.

"Come closer Joseph" you say

He inches just a tiny bit closer, but even with the confirmation you gave him, it still didn't make him budge.

You set your head on his shoulder and place your hand on his waist as you cuddle up closer to him on the bed.

Joseph places a small kiss on your head and places a hand near your hair. Twisting and playing with it as you start to fall asleep.

It brings you into a daze and soon the atmosphere around you falls into a dark void a you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

When you wake up again, the warmth you had wasn't there anymore. Instead of it being by your side, it felt as if it was behind you.

As the hazy feeling in your head, from just waking up, leaves it helps you regain your senses back. You twist a bit on the bed and you look back to see Joseph.

His face was smashed into the pillow, his hair set prettily on his face, and his mouth was just a bit agape as he breathes in and out.

It was a miracle you didn't wake him up with all the twist and turning you were doing.

You often were the one asleep, but you usually never saw Joseph sleep. He was always alert and on guard.

Subconsciously you reach your hand to graze his face, like how he had done with you at the dinner table.

In his sleep Joseph moves closer to you, closer to you then before.

His hand rested wrapped around you and his head was near the crook of your neck now.

Hair now right in your face, it was too tempting and you weren't about to pass on being able to play with his hair while he was asleep.

He always kept it so neat and tidy, and it still was just like that even when he was sleeping.

The ribbon I'm his hair stood just a bit crooked and you tried to fix it to the best of your abilities, but nothing really worked.

Your efforts were futile as Joseph nuzzles into you more and effectively the ribbon loosens.

It's so loose now that it just falls off, so you take it out and let his hair go down freely.

You always saw Joseph as a very pretty man, but in situations like these where his hair cascaded down his shoulders and the sun shined through the window just right. It was as if he were the most beautiful man on earth.

You admires him for all he was and you were glad to be able to spend time with him like this.

It brought a smile to your face and you decided to enjoy the moment.

You press a lingering kiss to his head and go back to sleep as you hold eachother.

You woke up again, and this time the warmth from the other man was completely gone.

Instead you saw him by a chair nearby, situated with his camera in hand. He inspected thoroughly and hadn't noticed you were awake yet.

As you look at him more closely you can see that he had the ribbon tied to his hand, his hair neatly tucked behind his ears but no ponytail or braid in sight.

You let out a small groan as you stretch, but you don't dare leave the bed, it was still so comfy and warm.

Joseph doesn't jump but he immediatly looks for the source of the noise, and he smiles to greet your sleepy appearance.

"Did you sleep well mon ange?"

You nod as you go to get up but he stops you.

Hurriedly he places his camera down and goes over to you.

He sits beside you on the bed and your hand rests beside his. You look down and see how close it is to yours and you can't help yourself but grab it.

You place a small kiss on the back of his hand, he smiles and decides to do the same to your hand.

"I have good news for you" he says as he places both hands on your waist and moves you to the middle of the bed and into a criss cross position.

"What is it?" You ask and inspect how he reaches for your hair and starts to braid it.

"Your matches for the day have been canceled, you'll be able to be with me for the rest of the day"

That brought you immense joy, you really needed a break from so many matches. Especially after all the defeats you had been getting, survivors really are tough to win against sometimes.

Your glad to be able to enjoy the moment with Joseph, and be able to spend the rest of the day with him.

You close your eyes and hum a tune as he finishes up your braid.

"There you go, mon cher" he says, and ties the braid by loosening the ribbon on his wrist and tieing it to your hair instead.

"Oh Joseph you don't have to do that"

"It is my pleasure" He places one last kiss on your head before he dives in to cuddle you for longer.

[1212 words, May/10/22]

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