#composer x reader

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Heart's Melody

Valentine's Day gift fic for a friend <3 and ty to my other for helping me edit this lol

Rated: Explicit | Warnings: none it's romantic

Translations: Mon bonheur - My happiness Tu me rends tellement heureuse – You make me so happy.

They call him your pet composer.

A young man tossed away by his family, the esteemed Kreiburg family, and had to make a living playing music for wealthy older women… An escort.

You are his patron, a young woman who is seen as a troublemaker for following the rules of society. A woman who refuses to be tied by force to a man who does not appreciate you. You want to marry for love, you do not want what your parents had, you will follow your heart.

And your heart is on the composer.

It took time, and friendship before romance, courtship but no marriage as you are still frightened of it. Instead, it is a union, a promise between you and him to love one another and keep following this path of romance and companionship.

When the day of roses arrives, Valentine's Day, it is your composer who makes the first move to go the natural next step between couples.

“Frederick, you honestly don't have to—” Gloved finger on your lips as he removes the other glove with his teeth, those sky blue eyes are dark like dusk greets the evening sky, his gaze does not once shift. Oh, but you do, not even last ten seconds before you are looking anywhere but at him. Your legs fall open as he places himself between them, his body laying on top of you, his bare hand touching your warm face. His lips are on your cheek before kissing their way to your lips, your eyes closing as he is half shut. He wants to see your expression as he shows you how to kiss.

He is slow, lips on lips, his tongue licking up the bottom lip to signal you to open your mouth, you open it and he shows you what it is like to taste each other. You pull away making a face when you taste wine and the sensation of tongue-on-tongue is odd, Frederick's laugh is sweet like a choir at Sunday church, you can't help but stare at him in awe.

“Do you want to try again?” Thumb rubbing your cheek, “I am going to touch your chest as we kiss.”

“Okay.” You prepared for yourself for this the moment you rid yourself of your outside clothes but your underlings remain, his request. Any other request too is having your wrists tied up by his ascot and laid above your head, like in those romance novels. “What if I don't like it?”

“Then we stop,” His eyes searching your face, “We can stop at any point, mon bonheur.” Your heart feels at ease as his forehead touches yours, noses lightly rubbing against each other causing a sweet smile on your face at the action.

“Keep going.” Taking a deep breath in and out.

The composer kisses you again, not as slow or fast, you cannot contain your moan when he touches your breast. Your back arching forward towards the touch, you try to focus on him but you get lost in what he is doing. From lips to your neck, your head falls back onto the pillows as Frederick trails kisses down the column of your throat, your chemise shifts as his hand goes under and you gasp when his fingers touch your stiff nipple.

You can't help but moan, legs locking around his waist to pull him impossibly closer, Frederick careful not to push too much without checking.

“Can you…” You already sound out of breath, “Do more?”

“I can.” Frederick smiles mischievously when he pinches your nipple hard enough you gasp, “But mon bonheur has forgotten her manners.”

“Please, can you do more?”

“Of course, but you must release me for me to continue.”

You drop your legs back to his sides allowing him to sit up; you get the full show of him taking off each layer of his top; soon you see the light red lines on his skin. You stare, then whine when you try to touch him.

“Consequences of your ideas, dear.” Teasing you when you pout while he is barely out of his dress shirt. It is so mean how beautiful he is undressing before you until only his underlings shorts and socks with the garters are left. 

“I wanted to experience everything!”

“You will, but be patient.”

He only unties you because of the chemise needed to be taken off, and well, he does enjoy how you explore him as he is a sacred piece, treasured and loved. You kiss him again, this time you are eager to taste him and that wine he likes, his hands taking off the rest of your underlings until you are naked and seeking his warmth.

“Will it hurt?” Asking as his attention goes back to breasts, you watch him indulge before he answers.

“I will make sure there won't be as much pain. But there likely won't be any given I know what to do.”

“... You don’t have to do this. I love you and you love me, that is enough for me. And kissing, we can keep doing that.”

“Mon bonheur, this is something I want to do. I only want to warm your bed, to inside of you, for my kisses to be upon solely your lips now and for as long as you will have me.”

Oh, your heart flutters and your cheek burns hotter than the sun, you brush his loose hair out of his face, “I love you, Frederick Kreiburg.” Caressing his cheek.

He smiles as he turns his head to place a kiss on your palm, you sigh as he moves to kiss his way down your stomach to navel.

You grip the sheets as he kisses your inner thighs, touching and worshipping you everywhere but where you feel your wetness dripping from. The novels you have read, the ones the ladies at tea whisper about with giggles following, often use flowery words or speak of passion like fireworks that burn bright before dying into the night/darkness. But the passion does not fade, it keeps burning akin to a raging flame and it consumes your body, the only relief yet fuel to these flames of lust is him.

The composer is gentle and considerate as he takes his time to have you experience his skills, the fingers of a pianist, of a man who touched many to live and continue his passion; you will be the last and only woman he will ever touch for the rest of his days on this Earth.

“Frederick!” You call out his name and he reaches up and takes your hand, you hold onto it for dear life as he brings you to the pinnacle of bliss. Going through it, you suddenly have a revelation dawning on you: you can understand why some of the noble ladies at tea seek out the men of the night for pleasure. It did feel like death, it edges around it like a dance on the cliff of the unknown, the darkness ready to claim yet his kiss brings you back to the living. The waltz of lust leaves you helpless yet buzzing with happiness!

Maybe it is because you are delirious from your orgasmic high but when Frederick moved back to hovering above you, the light in the room made him glow. It was like he was an angel made just for you, your hands taking hold of his face, those grey eyes like grey clouds before the rain, the marks on his skin a canvas that merges two halves into one perfect human.

“(Name),” Wiping a tear from your face, “Shall I stop—”

“You are breathtaking.” You say immediately without thinking, “A piece of the starry heavens for me.”

Frederick turns his head away as his cheek becomes bright pink, you laugh as you kiss his cheek, “You are something else.” Mumbling those words, “Mon bonheur.” As he turns his head back to you, lips on yours as your legs wrap around his waist.

There are plenty of stories about soulmates, about Eros' arrow, and even stories about the strings of fate connecting people; you understand why. There was no pain, only a fullness you never felt before, and the weight of his body on top of yours that kept you grounded in his presence.

You told him about the fireworks used during celebrations like Independence Day in the United States or the Lunar New Year, this moment is like that.

Dazzling, loud with both your choirs, and you wish it could last forever.

It is wonderful! Wonderful because he is the one, the only one, to have you like this. Wonderful because you will be his only one, too, he loves you so much to bare his very soul to you.

“(Name),” You never heard your name sound as precious or as sacred as bible scripture; his eyes reflecting the sight of you under him at your most vulnerable and free, “Je t'aime aussi.” Wiping the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. “Tu me rends tellement heureuse.”

Frederick Kreiburg and Lady (Full Name). He is the missing star of your sky in the night, and you are the missing note of his grandest piece.

[sea-of-dust]

Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader

Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom

N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"

As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.

Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.

A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did

He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over

He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.

He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice

He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva

The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while

He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"

Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying

He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though

That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that

He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.

It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"

He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.

He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.

So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed

You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination

Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"

Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is

He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter

He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer

He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often

You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in

You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece

He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"

Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"

He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!

He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"

Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!

You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero

Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"

She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days

She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"

Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"

She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry

She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.

If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"

You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"

[momo-hearts]

Sleepy Time.

Composer x Insomnia! Reader.

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

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

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

"Good night, my beloved. "

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

[sinisteryanderescribe]

::: An Interesting Encounter :::

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In the aftermath of a devastating apocalypse that has shattered society and left deadly diseases and infections rampant, a group of survivors has emerged, characterized by their cold and harsh demeanor. The destruction and isolation wrought by the apocalypse has taken a heavy toll on the group, leaving them distrustful, weary, and hardened by their experiences.

The survivors' harshness can be attributed to the trauma and loss they have endured, as well as the constant struggle for survival in a world that has been torn apart. Their cold and distant nature may stem from a need to protect themselves emotionally, as forming attachments could potentially lead to further heartache in their precarious circumstances. Additionally, the pervasive threat of deadly diseases and infections has likely instilled a sense of hypervigilance and wariness within the group, further contributing to their guarded behavior.

Despite their tough exterior, their demeanour is a coping mechanism, born out of necessity rather than malice. Their experiences have forced them to adopt a pragmatic, survival-focused mindset, prioritizing self-preservation above all else. This has inevitably led to an erosion of trust and empathy, as the group has learned to view the world through a lens of skepticism and caution.

As the group of survivors patrolled the desolate and ruined landscape, they stumbled upon a building where they heard the moans and cries of your voice who was trapped under a pile of rubble. The group, though initially wary and distrusting, ultimately decided to help the injured individual. As they carefully approached the source of the agonized sounds, they discovered you pinned beneath the debris, clearly in need of assistance.

Of course you would be startled at first with their sudden appearance but hope was the next feeling that filled your eyes.

The rescue effort was led by a man dressed in all black, wearing a gas mask to protect himself from the contaminated surroundings. With caution and precision, he skillfully maneuvered the heavy and sharp rocks that had entrapped you, eventually managing to free you by carefully pulling you out by the waist.

you find yourself being cared for by a white-haired woman with red tips at the end of her hair. Like the rest of the group, she wears a gas mask, a necessary precaution in the hazardous environment they inhabit. Her gentle but methodical touch conveys a sense of expertise and experience as she tends to your wounds, her eyes expressing though was emotionless and hard concentrated on wrapping up any deep wounds which you were thankful for.

Meanwhile, the man who had pulled you from the rubble takes on a more guarded stance, his gaze unwavering as he begins to question you. It's clear that he's maintaining a vigilant watch over you, wary of any potential threat you might pose. His demeanor makes you nervous, but you understand the necessity of his caution given the harsh reality of the world you now find yourself in.

Despite the tension, you answer his questions, providing information about your background, your profession as a doctor, and any other pertinent details. It's a relief to see a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he introduces himself as Luchino, acknowledging your responses with a measured nod. His name carries a weight of authority within the group, and you sense that he plays a significant role in their dynamics.

In a gesture of cautious camaraderie, Luchino proceeds to introduce you to the others, each member donning a mask like his own, their eyes reflecting a mix of wariness and curiosity as they take in your presence.

As Luchino introduces you to his group, you learn that the woman tending to your injuries is Ada, her white hair with red tips marking her as a unique presence within the group. With each careful movement, she conveys both expertise and a sense of intelligence , her focused attention speaking volumes about her dedication to aiding you in your time of need.

Meanwhile, a woman named Xiao Loa stands guard, her figure cloaked in a striking white dress coat. You notice her brief glance in your direction, though it's clear that her interest lies elsewhere, her demeanor exuding an air of detached indifference. Her inscrutable gaze leaves you with a sense of unease, as you wonder about the complexities hidden beneath her composed exterior.

Standing slightly apart from the others is Frederick, his posture exuding an aura of reserved scrutiny as he appraises you with a probing gaze. The intensity of his scrutiny puts you on edge, yet you find yourself captivated by the striking depth of his eyes, their beauty a stark contrast to the harshness of the world surrounding you.

After Ada finishes tending to your injuries, the group gathers to discuss whether they should take you with them. They huddle together, their expressions a mix of hesitation and uncertainty, each one silently weighing the implications of adding another member to their already burdened group. Ada, recognizing the value of having another doctor among them, seems to have no qualms about bringing you along, her practicality overriding any reservations.

Luchino, while acknowledging the usefulness of your medical expertise, remains uncertain, his guarded nature leaving room for doubt. Fredrick and Xiao Loa, on the other hand, make no effort to conceal their displeasure at the idea of adding another member to their ranks. To them, your presence represents an additional burden, a potential obstacle that could slow them down and complicate their already precarious existence.

Despite the reservations, the group eventually reaches a consensus, recognizing the practical advantages of having a doctor in their midst. Luchino takes charge, lifting you up as he hurriedly guides you to a waiting black truck, the others falling into step behind you. Once at the vehicle, Luchino gently places you in the back seat, where you notice a scruffy-looking young man whose tense demeanor and averted gaze hint at his unease with your arrival.

You would occasionally shift feeling slightly intimidated by some stares here and there but it’s better than slowly rotting and dying of starvation under a pile of rock and rubble.

As the journey begins, you find yourself surrounded by a group of individuals whose guarded nature and complex dynamics mirror the harsh realities of the world they inhabit. The subtle undercurrents of tension and uncertainty within the group offer a glimpse into the intricate web of relationships and conflicts that define their shared journey, hinting at the potential for both camaraderie and discord in this unforgiving post-apocalyptic landscape.

[fishermanshook]

An Unexpected Duet (composer x reader)

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Grammar and spelling warning like usual

Fredricks nimble fingers graze across the piano sat in front of him. The light shinning in through the windows bounces off the reflectiveness of it and into the room. Illuminating the space and putting it into a calming atmosphere

It’s a peacefull and quiet afternoon so far. The matches have been finished, and he isn’t inclined on seeking you out right now. No, not at this moment.

He hasn’t touched his piano in so long that he’s almost too scared to play it. Scared that he might’ve forgotten his notes, forgotten how to play it at all.

But every sense of worry and doubt that flooded his mind just seconds ago vanish as soon as he rests his fingers on top of the keys. He starts to play, nothing really. But his mind oughts to wonder, and he starts to think about other things.

Things like you perhaps.

What you seem to not have caught on is the keen interest that the Composer seems to have of you. Over the past months, you have established an amazing friendship with the man that only seems to grow as time moves on. And with it seeming that you have all the time in the world, your friendship should only flourish from there.

That was the plan, until he caught feelings for you.

Falling in love was not part of the plan. Especially in a place chalk full of selfish individuals who only yern to cross the exit gate at the end of the day. To fall in love in a place like this seems crazy and unexpected, yet it happened none the less.

He continues to play, pressing down harder on each key until the originally peaceful melody turns hard and loud. People passing by the room can’t help but look in and see the Composer lost in thought and frustration.

Fredricks too lost in his own mind that he doesn’t even noticed the presence that sits itself down right next to him. Not until they start to play a few keys of their own does his eyes shot open.

“Y/n? I thought you were in a match?”

“I was, until I got sent back to the manor.” You say, looking at the piano keys. “But it seems you have something on your mind. I won’t bug you for answers, just tell me when your ready.”

Your calmness completely changes the mood of the song. Transforming the melody into a soothing lullaby. Your eyes are closed, and you look to be in a deep concentration that only makes Fredrick chuckle softly to himself. Slowly, he turns himself back to his piano. Turning this solo into a duet.

note: I got bored while writing the pt. 2 to the Postman fic so I started to think of this man and I was just like “gosh, I kinda love this man” and decided to write this. It’s kinda shit, but you wouldn’t be reading this if you hadn’t read it yourself soooo… eat up ‼️

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[baeshijima]

hmmm.... thoughts about composer!reader, whose pieces are always created for and featured in mr reca's films/projects.

people aren't sure when it first started, but in the release of one of his prior films was an ost. of course, it's not unusual to have music in such projects, but that one had felt... different, somehow — in the way its composition struck the chords of many, with billions across the cosmos instantly scouring for who made that piece.

it, of course, didn't take all that long when your name was featured in the credits. however there was barely any information aside from your name and credentials. (seriously, how could there not even be a single photo?!) no one knew what you looked like for quite a long time, only ever recognising your name and your music; even despite the numerous interviews, mr reca had never disclosed anything about you other than your talents. it came to a point where everyone believed they would never see your appearance.

well, until all hell broke loose during the annual intergalactic film awards, that is.

everyone already knew the drill — if mr reca had directed a film that year, it would undoubtedly win the adapted/original screenplay, cinematography, directing, production design, sound, music (original score and song), and film of the year awards, which also led to you winning both the music awards. usually, the composers would be the ones to collect said awards. however, the masses have become used to mr reca being the one to collect them on your behalf with thank you's also on your behalf.

that's how it's been ever since you made your mark in the universe, and so it really is understandable the uproar created by those in and out of attendance when the one who went collect the two awards wasn't the esteemed director, but a completely unfamiliar person; you.

you are definitely younger than they originally thought, having believed it must have been someone of a senior status of sorts to have consistently created such masterpieces. all eyes are trained on you as you step on stage and into the limelight for the first time, the light enhancing your features and formal attire when approaching the mic with a small flashcard in hand. your mouth opens, and the audience leans in with baited breaths as they await your first words.

...only for nothing to come out.

everyone watches a little dumbfounded as you try to talk once more but, aside from gaping like a fish, your efforts remain futile. it doesn't take long for you to clamp your mouth and eyes shut, even raising the awards in front of you in an attempt to shield your face from the crowd.

you... you were just really shy. or maybe a little...socially awkward, perhaps...? if this was the reason you never showed yourself, then they're beginning to understand why...

it passes in a blur — quite literally in that of brown. one moment you are alone on the stage, the next you have the presence of the renown director standing slightly in front of you, as though acting as a shield from the many prying eyes.

"apologies," he begins, his usual smile on display, "but my dearest composer has been suffering with a sore throat these past few days. on their behalf, we thank you all kindly for your support in our work."

and then he swiftly leaves with you tucked under and shielded by his coat, murmuring unreadable words to you as you both disappear backstage and leave everyone in a state of frenzy; to both those inside the ceremonial hall, and to those watching live elsewhere.

(it was only discovered after the awards ceremony concluded what the director had said to you, with the uploader being dubbed as a holy saint for their contributions to society. while the visual aspects of the video itself were not the clearest, barely anyone had it within themselves to complain when the audio was clear as crystal:

"and here i thought you were going to be brave and face your stage fright after all that pep-talk you gave yourself on the way here."

"i'm sorry... i really thought i could do it this time..."

"now, now, i'm merely teasing. you made a big step just making an appearance here today. i know how much courage this took for you, and i'm proud of you for facing it."

"really...?"

"but of course. i'm always proud of you, [name]. there is not a moment where i haven't been.")

(it also was not long until the cosmos was taken by storm when various pictures snapped during the awards ceremony spread. the millions of candids featuring you were one of the most liked and shared, with the top spot joined by the sequence of pictures taken of mr reca's soft expression when watching you onstage, into his realisation of your predicament, into him running onstage and shielding you from the cameras when making your way backstage.)

(...the drastic influx of fan accounts dedicated to both you alone and to you and reca should really be a studied phenomenon.)

[writingbluerose]

TWST DRABBLE #9

Silver who gets flustered every time you make any kind of skin to skin contact.

Like imagine you two are walking down into the forest and you suddenly intertwine your fingers with his when he suddenly stops and looks down at your hands, his lips quivering and his face changing a bright pink, excited and flustered at the same time.

The next time this happens is when you were both talking with Lilia in the cafeteria when suddenly Sebek joined and screamed rather loudly out of a sudden about your presence at the table. You got so startled that your hands went around Silver out of instinct, one around his neck covering his mouth and one around his head holding onto him. At the sudden movement Silver's own hand went to grab your arm to try and get you off, you're surprisingly strong when you want to be that's for sure.

Not paying attention to him at all, the boy's face had a deep red color to it, his eyes narrowed betraying his beyond embarrassed expression. Lilia let out a loud laugh at his son's expression, happy that he had that much fun.

Of course that Silver became more comfortable by the time your relationship progressed more and more, but even now, skin to skin contact still makes him flustered, if... you know where to touch that is

© writingbluerose 2025

[oletuswriter]

੭⠀It had been a long time since he had felt your lips against his, and he was starving. Or, well, blurbs of a make out session.

⋆⠀FEATURING: Frederick Kreiburg 'Composer', Norton Campbell 'Prospector', Orpheus 'Novelist'.

⋆⠀WARNING: This post contain suggestive content. Frederick behaving like a red flag. Gender neutral!Reader. May contain spoilers of Ashes of Memory.

You were walking through the stable, trying to distract yourself from your boyfriend's indecent and insistent touches under the table during breakfast. You weren’t even sure if you were allowed to wander around that part of the manor, but at no point did you consider turning back and going inside those suffocating walls.

୨୧⠀⠀FREDERICK KREIBURG,⠀Composer.

"How much longer do you plan to avoid me?" a voice asked behind you. Turning around, you saw Frederick leaning against the doorframe, his eyes watching your every move, barely blinking.

You stayed silent for a few seconds. "You told me it was better if no one knew about our relationship." He took a few steps toward you, his usual serious expression on his face—except for a slight pout. "You really are confusing, Mr. Kreiburg."

"It's Frederick to you, and you know it." He grabbed your chin, preventing you from moving—not that you would, anyway. "You seemed quite happy while talking to that novelist."

You blinked, and a genuine smile formed on your lips. As if reading your thoughts, he frowned. "It's not jealousy. It's about you preferring someone else's company over your partner's."

He didn’t wait for a response, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours in an almost desperate kiss. You stumbled slightly, but his hands held you firmly in place.

When you finally broke apart, after what felt like hours, to catch your breath, he didn’t stop. Instead, his lips trailed to your neck, nibbling at your skin.

"Visit my room tonight…" you managed to murmur, fighting the soft moans threatening to escape. Frederick paused for a second.

"No," he said, pulling back to look at you. "We’ll… talk here, though I won’t refuse your invitation for later." The composer tilted your chin up, giving you one last kiss, unsurprisingly far from gentle. "Now, don’t act like you don’t know what I want you to do. We have plenty of time and privacy without your "friends" around." he said.

୨୧⠀⠀NORTON CAMPBELL,⠀Prospector.

As soon as your feet touched the grass again, you were pulled back into the stable. Your eyes widened, teeth ready to sink into the hand covering your mouth—until your memory recognized the gloves.

When you stopped struggling against his grip, your boyfriend turned you around, his hands now holding your waist. His sulking scowl softened into a sly smirk when he noticed how startled you were. Before you could scold him, he pressed his lips to yours, pushing you against the wall.

"Hush, now. That stupid scientist is stealing all the attention that should be mine." he muttered against the kiss, his leg slipping between yours and spreading them apart.

"She’s an entomologist," you corrected him, gripping his shoulders. You swore with every passing second that you would push him away, but your body refused to obey. That is, until his hands left your waist and moved to your zipper.

"Enough." Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath. "You’ve had your fill, haven’t you?"

Norton grumbled, resting his head on your shoulder and giving your neck a light bite. "I don’t understand why we can’t just act like a couple." You stroked his hair in a small gesture of comfort. "Let’s just get the money and leave this place, go to some place where I can actually fuck you whenever I want, without having to wait for the time those idiots to get distracted."

୨୧⠀⠀ORPHEUS,⠀Novelist.

You were just passing through the stable, checking its condition, when you were suddenly pulled into one of the stalls. Orpheus didn’t even give you time to process what was happening before kissing you without hesitation.

His arm wrapped around your waist, while his other hand cupped your chin. You couldn’t bring yourself to break the kiss, let alone resist, your own arms encircling his neck and pulling him closer.

Pausing the kiss, he smiled. "I missed your lips." His face then leaned into the crook of your neck, burying itself there and taking in your scent. He began trailing kisses down your neck, drawing a soft sigh from you.

His arms pulled you closer, gently lifting you slightly to bring you closer to his height, resuming the kiss. It grew rougher and more passionate with each passing second.

His hands slid up to your shirt, undoing two buttons before you caught his wrist, giving him a teasing smile. “Where are your gentlemanly manners, hm? Aren’t you going to recite poetry in my ear first?”

“Haven’t we moved past that stage?” he asked, sucking the skin on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve had some quality time with my beloved. Are you really going to blame a man for loving?”

You laughed at his silly and cheesy excuse, your eyes following him as he knelt down and removed his monocle. “May I?” he asked with a smile.

[lumenwoodd]

I’d nearly forgotten about this Frederick doodle haha

[sugarwarachan]

izuku is the type of guy to read a book you recommend and then return it with a handwritten note of what he learned/how thankful he is you lent it to him

[eliasmelody]

Silent Struggles, Steady Hands

Tag: Victor x gn!reader, Frederick x gn!reader, Luchino (survivor) x gn!reader

WARNING: grammar & spelling, injury, trauma, panic attack, hurt/comfort, low self-esteem

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Postman - Victor Grantz

You try to ignore the pain, forcing yourself to focus on decoding, but it’s so hard. The pressure mounts, and with every failed attempt, the fear of disappointing your teammates grows. 

A small sound of barking breaks through the tension. 

You glance down and see Wick, the adorable dog of your friend, standing there with the letter in her mouth. It must be for the decoding boost. 

A sad smile forms on your face as you reach down to pat the dog’s head. She nudges the letter toward you, urging you to take it, but you shake your head gently. 

Pushing it gently with your leg, the dog looks up at you with confusion, sensing the heaviness on your face. She hesitates for a moment before trotting away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You try to go back to decoding. Each attempt feels like you're sinking deeper, and the weight of not being able to keep up with everyone else makes it harder to focus. 

The cipher blurs in front of you as your thoughts race, and for a moment. You clamp your mouth shut, fighting the wave of nausea that threatens to overwhelm you.

You hear the sound of barking again, distant at first but growing louder with each passing second.

Victor's little dog comes back, trotting toward you with surprising determination. The letter, still intact, is gripped firmly in her tiny mouth, but this time, there's something more, a small bundle of flowers, their delicate petals bright against the dullness of the surroundings. The dog’s tail wags excitedly as she approaches, as if proud of her owner offering.

A smile tugs at your lips, despite the weight of everything pressing down on you. You reach down, gently taking the flowers from the dog’s mouth, feeling their softness and the subtle warmth of the gesture. 

But the letter… no, that remains untouched. You hesitate for a moment, your fingers brushing against the cool paper before pulling back. Insecure rock high, teetering on the edge, constantly questioning its stability.

"I... I'm thankful, but this should be sent to someone more useful than me."

The little dog doesn't seem content with your words, her tail wagging again as if trying to understand. She turns back the way she came.

The moment of distraction has passed, and you can feel the urgency creeping back in. 

The cipher is now 70 percent complete. Every second counts. You can feel the weight of the clock ticking, your teammates are on their last chair, their trust in you hanging by a thread.

The panic starts creeping in again. You want to finish it, you need to finish it, but the pressure, the fear, the nagging feeling–

Bark.

You sigh, your patience worn thin, and turn toward the source of the noise. But then, you freeze. Standing beside the dog is its owner.

He smiles warmly at you, his presence almost immediately calming the frantic energy swirling inside your chest. 

"Victor..." You murmur, caught off guard by the unexpected but welcome sight of him. 

Without a word, he steps closer to the cipher, his fingers gently brushing over the lines you’ve been working on. His movements are steady and sure, a quiet reassurance that things will be okay. With each adjustment, the cipher seems less daunting, and the tension in your body eases, the shock of earlier no longer making your muscles tense.

Victor stops for a moment, rummaging through his pocket. He pulls out a folded letter and turns toward you, offering it with a soft smile.

You stare at the letter for a moment, a lump forming in your throat. You had almost forgotten about it, buried under the weight of everything else. The same letter the dog had brought, the one you’d turned away not one but two times. 

But now, with Victor standing there, his calm presence offering a sense of quiet reassurance, you realize this might be the moment to take some kindness for yourself.

Third time’s the charm, as people always say. He’ll always find a way to deliver his message, with his heart on the line.

Composor - Frederick Kreiburg

In the middle of your musings, you notice that Frederick is staring at you with a slightly perplexed look.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. "You seem.... distracted." he paused, eyeing you up and down.

You nod slowly, your head trembling slightly.

"I'm fine. Let's just focus on decoding…" 

You fail the calibration once more, a frustrated groan slipping from your lips. The adrenaline that had been coursing through you earlier, keeping you sharp and alert, begins to fade. The lingering effects of the chase are slowly draining away, leaving you with nothing but exhaustion. 

He took a step closer, his eyes now fixed on you, his expression a mixture of concern and contemplation. "You're hurt.." His eyes flickering over the fresh wounds.

"I said I'm fine—" You snap, but another failed calibration hits. A jolt of electricity from the cipher shakes your fingers, and you grit your teeth, desperate to push through the frustration.

He steps in smoothly, gently swatting your hand away from the cipher. "You're doing it wrong."

You frown at him, your expression hardening as a rush of frustration and old pain bubbles up. 

"Wrong?!" You snap, the words sharp and edged with disbelief. "How can it be wrong? I’m following the steps!"

Frederick rolls his eyes at your exasperated outburst, his expression bordering on annoyance. "Yes, wrong." 

He takes a step closer, his eyes fixed on the cipher as he examines it, his gaze sharp and precise. 

"Too much pressure, too much force." He mutters under his breath, his voice low and calm despite your snapping.

You roll your eyes, the sarcasm dripping from your tone. "You expect people to decode gently and pretty when we're being chased?!" You snap, the words sharp and frustrated.

Frederick's gaze turns to you, his expression hardening at your defiant response. 

"No, I expect you to do it efficiently and effectively, not fumble like a panicked and reckless fool." He retorted, his words sharp and biting.

Before you can snap back, he presses a key to demonstrate. "See this? You're choosing the wrong key. If you don't time it right, you’ll get shocked." 

With a couple of quick presses, he fixes it, making the system run smoothly again.You watch, dumbfounded as he presses a key effortlessly, his fingers deftly working the machine. 

"Now you try."

With a begrudging huff, you focus your attention on the machine, trying to mimic his movements with your own trembling hand.

"Too much hesitation" He critiques, his voice calm and steady. "Be more confident in your movements."

After a moment, he leans in closer, his eyes locking onto your trembling hand. 

"Confidence comes from practice and repetition." 

He takes your trembling hand in his, surprisingly gently despite his cold demeanor. With a firm touch, he guides it to the key, showing you the correct placement and pressure needed.

"Try again." He instructs, the authority in his tone brooking no argument.

You attempt to mimic his movements again, your hand now guided by his steady grip. He watches closely, observing every minor movement. His eyes scan over your trembling form to the wounds that litter your frame.

Eventually, you get the hang of it. The movements become smoother, more confident, and the cipher is almost prime now. A sense of contentment washes over you as you take a moment to look back at him.

"Much better." He remarks, his voice filled with a hint of approval. "Wait at the gate. I'll prime it." His eyes linger on you for a moment before he turns back to the cipher.

I should thank him later, you think to yourself as you run toward the gate. You can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for his steady presence, even if you’re too caught up in the moment to express it.

Your rhythm’s a tangled mess, but fortunately, as a composer, he knows just how to bring it back into harmony.

Professor - Luchino Diruse

You reach the cipher first, your body screaming in protest with every step. Every movement feels like a battle as you bend over the machine, the sharp, searing pain from your dislocated ankle making it almost impossible to focus.

The match has dragged on for far too long. With only two left, the air is thick with tension. But there’s still one more cipher to decode.

You’ve tried your best, pushing yourself to fight and find a way out, but the others don’t take it seriously. 

To them, it’s all a joke, lost to the madness of the game. No matter how many times you try to save them or cover for their mistakes, they keep messing around, laughing like there are no consequences. You’re fighting alone, and with every failed attempt, the weight on you grows heavier. 

You want to decode the cipher, you really do. But instead, you find yourself drawn to the corner of the small, cold house, your feet stumbling as you retreat into the shadows. 

The harsh noise of the match, the ticking of the cipher machine, all fade away into a muffled blur. You curl up against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around yourself.

Later on, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching the small house. Luchino enters, his movements swift, the urgency in his eyes clear. The sight of you stops him in his tracks. 

You avert your gaze, feeling a pang of guilt. You know how much the survivors hate it when someone isn’t decoding or doing something useful. Bracing yourself, waiting for the inevitable harsh words.

The last thing you ever expected was for him to come closer, kneeling in front of you. The weight of his presence makes your breath catch in your throat. 

"Hey... are you alright?" His voice is warm, softer than you'd expect given the circumstances.

His hand reaches toward you, and instinctively, you flinch, but no pain comes. Hesitantly, you peek your eyes open to see him holding out one of his scales to you. 

"Here. You’re gonna need it for later." He says quietly, his voice low but steady. The words hang in the air, simple yet heavy with meaning.

He observes you for a while, his gaze softening as he takes in the quiet exhaustion in your eyes. "You tried your best." He says, the words gentle but carrying an unexpected weight.

The sudden warmth of his recognition breaks something inside you, and before you can stop it, tears start to spill from your eyes.

"I– I don't deserve–" The words break through your tears, but you can't finish the sentence.

"You’ve done enough, and you’ll make it through." He reassured, his words feel like a promise, though they hang heavy in the air.

He wipes away some of your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle. With a soft gesture, he signals for you to be quiet, his eyes scanning the room as if to remind you of the danger still lurking.

After you take the scale, he stands up and returns to the cipher. You watch him for a moment, sitting frozen in the corner, your body tense. Doesn't he know? Decoding the cipher will reveal both of your locations to the hunter.

The heavy sound of footsteps grows louder, each step echoing through the room. Your heart races, the fear tightening in your chest. The hunter is coming closer, and you watch Luchino, standing in position.

For a brief moment, he glances over his shoulder. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a strange, knowing expression in his eyes.

Ping: The dungeon is here!

You widen your eyes in confusion. At the back of the house? But for the dungeon to open, there must be one of you left. 

The hunter’s attention shifts immediately, chasing after him into the open. In the chaos, they don’t see you tucked in the corner.  A mixture of fear and gratitude rushes over you. You grip the scale tightly, an invisible shield form around you.

Trapped in this madness too long, genius and insanity have fused in his mind. Looking at you reminds him of his last humanity.

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The ideas is awesome! ❤️ I hope you don't mind me changing the plot a little. I just wanna write some unique sight of how they would react in different circumstances other than just escorting us to the gate. This fic can both read as a slow burn romantic or platonic as you wish.

[orpheusluvr]

Aggressive (Frederick Kreiburg x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

After constantly teasing him, Frederick has tolerated enough and decides to take matters into his own hands…in the brutalist way possible.

Idk how many of y’all simp for this man but I’m not lying when I’d say that I’d absolutely let him DESTROY me (and he would tbh)

Just imagining him and Orpheus makes me go hhhgrdghffggh

Your husband was a charming and well mannered man. Always making you feel special and loved. But there was one thing about him that distinguished the differences between you both.

Intimacy. The one word that Frederick despised.

You and him had sex only once ever since you married each other last year. He didn’t really like the experience at all, and said that it made him feel slightly uncomfortable and he wished to not do it again until he was ready. You respected his wish, however he felt guilty knowing that it wasn’t your fault at all, it was just how he felt about the whole thing.

The only form of “intimacy” that you received from him were hugs and kisses on the cheek. On rare occasions, you’d kiss on the lips and it would turn into make-out sessions but nothing more than that.

It was becoming more and more unbearable for you, but in the mean time you tried to find ways to cope.

Even Orpheus himself offered to give you a hand.

“I’m much better than him. I’ll give you a spectacular experience.” He said, with a slight grin.

You politely refused, turning away from him.

“Orpheus, I’m married to him. That would just be extremely messed up. As much as I crave the feeling, I must not let my self respect come undone.” You said.

Orpheus nodded.

“Very well. Though, I’m always here if you ever change your mind.” He said, before turning away and silently walking off.

For the past few days, you had been doing something risky to get Frederick’s attention in some way. And so far, he had managed to compose himself each time. Until now.

You were currently seated in the dining room, along with Orpheus and Melly Plinius. Frederick was sat next to you. You all ate dinner in silence.

A smile appeared on your face as you slowly moved your hand under the table, placing it over Frederick’s crotch.

“Ngh…!” Frederick groaned.

Your smile increased. It was working.

Orpheus looked at Frederick suspiciously.

“My apologies, the steak is quite warm.” Frederick said, clearing his throat. He then picked up his cutlery again and began cutting up the steak in a desperate manner to try and look normal.

You on the other hand, began stroking his crotch. He closed his eyes, his breath increasing. He tried clearing his thoughts, pretending your hand wasn’t in his sensitive spot at all.

“Mr Kreiburg, perhaps we should open a window?” Orpheus said.

Frederick shook his head.

“I’m…good.” He said, struggling to speak.

“You don’t seem like it.” Orpheus said. He then looked at you, his facial expression making it seem like he knew what was going on. He then returned to eating.

You decided to take an even larger risk.

You slid your hands into Frederick’s pants, but just as you were about to feel his cock, he immediately dropped his cutlery. It gave you a shock and you immediately moved back.

“Mr Kreiburg? Is everything alright?” Melly asked.

Frederick slowly turned towards you, anger and lust filling up his eyes as he stared at you. His cheeks were red.

“Pardon me, Mrs Plinius. There is something I must deal with.” He said, not breaking his eye contact with you.

He immediately grabbed your hand and got up, dragging you along with him.

As you were in the hallway, you tried to ask him what was going on.

“Fre-”

“I don’t want to hear another word from you.” He snapped.

After reaching your bedroom, he threw you onto the bed, removing his coat. You smiled to yourself, knowing that your plan had finally worked.

“What on earth are you smiling about?” He said, immediately pinning you to the bed. His face was extremely close to yours as a few strands of his light grey hair fell onto his face.

He was slightly annoyed that you didn’t respond to him.

“Well then. I guess I’ll just be hearing sounds from you tonight instead.” He said, moving forward and kissing you. His grip around your arms increased while you both moaned and grunted. He pulled away and began removing the belt to his pants, pulling them down. He revealed his cock that you hadn’t seen in so long, making you even more wet from below as you saw how hard he was, how the veins were running through it and how precum was already dripping from the tip.

He removed your pants and panties, and saw how wet you were from him. He gave a small laugh.

“Naughty girl.” He said, lifting both of your legs and placing them on his shoulders.

He immediately inserted into your entrance, thrusting into you without warning while tightly grabbing your legs.

“F-Frederick! Ngh…hah…” your moans filled the entire room.

“Slow…down…”

Frederick looked at you bitterly.

“I’m giving you what you want, and you’re telling me to slow down?” He said.

He increased his speed even more, hitting your sweet spot each time and sending you to the absolute climax.

“Frederick…I’m gonna c-”

“Don’t.” He said, coldly.

He slowly stopped thrusting and lowered his head towards your ear.

“I’m not letting you cum after how you’ve been treating me lately. Let’s see how long you can keep it in.” He whispered, his voice thick and deep with desire.

[turbulentscrawl]

Modern Reader Shorts

This is just a couple little blurb ideas I had that can't really be used for anything else. No warnings, really, it's mostly humor.

Luchino

“Your socks are mis-matched,” the professor announces offhandedly, sorting his notes. You’re laid out on the cushy chair in his ‘office,’ shoes off and legs dangling from one arm. And it’s true, your socks are different colors.

“Yeah, I couldn’t be bothered to find an actual pair this morning,” you answer. Luchino pauses and looks pointedly over at you, through his lashes, and squints a bit. That’s his thinking face, you note. Like he’s working through an equation.

“You’re not concerned about being judged for the state of your attire?” he asks.

“Not really. It’s not like anyone really sees my socks anyway.”

“Well, I’m seeing them now. It’s a messy look,” he finally says. There’s the smallest of smirks on his face as he says it. This is some unspoken test, a probe of your reactions. He does a lot of those.

“Okay, but you already know I’m a mess so what the fuck difference does that make?”

Luchino snorts a laugh at your response, and then coos a casual “touché.”

Frederick

“Has anyone ever told you ‘you have a slutty little waist’?” You call out to Fred. His fingers slip on the piano keys and the song comes to a cacophonous halt. He’s frozen still with his back to you—his dorito-looking back with its broad shoulders and snatched waist. You know by experience the man is boney as hell, so how dare he have such a silhouette?

“N-“ Fred coughs, voice croaking. “No, I can’t say that they have.” You can’t see his face, so you wonder if it’s shock or humor that makes him stutter.

“Well, you do,” you reply. A long silence settles over the room. He never dares to look at you, but you think you see pink turning at the tip of his ear.

“Was there anything else?” he asks. His fingers hesitantly move to restart the song.

“Nope. I just thought you should know.” You suppress a giggle as Fred clears his throat and begins playing again.

Robbie (platonic, obviously)

“There’s…games on this?” the too-tall headless boy asked, holding your phone in his discolored hands. He’d been asking around for a playmate all evening, until he found you. You weren’t much of a hide-and-seek type of person, however, and thought this might entertain him a bit in the meantime.

“Sure is! I’ve got crosswords, sudoku, Candy Crush, plenty of stuff!” You reach and tap around on your phone’s screen, pulling up the list of games you’d downloaded to pass the time, when you still lived in a place where there was time to pass. Candy Crush springs to life on the screen and Robbie flinches, nearly dropping your phone.

“It’s so bright…and loud,” he muttered. It was half awe, and half distress, you thought. Too stimulating for the boy, perhaps. You tried sudoku instead—it was a dark screen with no music, but by the time you’d explained the rules to Robbie, he was limp and snoozing against your shoulder.

[skeltnwrites]

little sneak peek of a family affair part two

“Wow,” Brad swirls the wine in his glass, a shit eating grin splitting his face, “synchronized peeing. Must be true love.” 

Steve beats you to your chair this time, pulling it out with the finesse of someone who does it all the time.  “Gotta keep the magic alive somehow.” 

Brad laughs, and Nancy nearly smiles. 

You order another drink at the first opportunity. Steve debates a second for himself– God knows he could use it– but he’d rather get you home in one piece than take the edge off.

But really, all he needed was that pep talk. You’re right. He used to go on dates all the time. Yeah, maybe he and Nancy hadn’t had that kind of night in years– barely got a second without the kids once they were born, let alone a date– but the real weight was never in over-the-top gestures. It was in being there. In showing up for each other every single day and listening, even when it was the last thing you felt like doing.

Steve watches you wrestle a noodle onto your fork. You catch his eye, and he offers something shy of a smile. His tummy flips when you return it with twice the warmth in your own. 

Given that the restaurant serves meals with portion sizes fit for a child, everyone finishes their food quickly. Steve keeps thinking he’ll be free from his own personal hell soon, but he waved the waiter down for the check forever ago, and Brad doesn’t ever shut up. 

He’s going on and on, his investment portfolio, his newborn niece (who actually is really fucking cute) and this tennis ball he heroically pulled out of a german shepherds throat yesterday. Because, of course, he’s a veterinarian. Steve feels a little guilty that he hates his guts as much as he does because he saves puppies for a living. Brad is maybe the one exception out of all the guys he’s met that is a total dreamboat and a decent fucking dude, but Steve will take that thought to his grave. 

You and Nancy end up talking about Steve’s dad, which is never a fun topic of conversation.

[solemnsic]

helloooo! i just recently had the revelation that i actually want to put my writing onto the internet!

therefore, blog was created. i am interested and consumed by soooo many medias, and willing to write for a lot of them. most, if not all, of my work will be 'x reader', that's just what i'm comfy with writing! i'm also comfortable with writing smut, along with angst and fluff.

i'm gonna put a bunch of tags on this post, in hopes that it gets to the communities that i want it to. please send in requests, even just little ideas that sprout in your mind. i never judge.

all that being said, i'm so looking forward to growing this blog and writing everything and anything! lots of love, s.

(if something isn't listed in the tags, don't be afraid to ask!)

[fishermanshook]

ASK: hi! i couldn't find if requests are open, sorry if they're closed rn. can i request some composer, orpheus and painter x fem/gn reader fluff?

DATE NITE!

( composer , novelist & painter ) + gn!reader

˙✧˖°🍓 ༘ ⋆｡˚ modern/celeb. au ?? , chars. are considered pretty big in the fine arts department + the world pretty much , silly little dates w/ them , ooc a bit , lower case intended , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

mundane dates for people with too much on their plate.

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THE COMPOSER ; FREDRICK KRIEGBURG

♫ | when it comes to going on dates with the musician, he much rather prefers something more secluded. something personal between the two of you. that’s why he [politely] turns down any offers on going out to things that are known for having big crowds, like festivals or loud concerts.

♫ | it’s the little things that count to fredrick, truly. the homemade dinner has been platted and served along with dimly lit candles and rose petals scattered across the floor. it’s so romantic and fredrick can’t help but feel so loved by you.

♫ | you’ve got music playing in the background as well. and, once you finish your meal, the two of you sway and dance to the song. the composer kisses your lips and for once, it feels like it’s just you and him, and he wishes he could do this with you every night.

the composer looks at you with playful contempt. “is this my song you're playing?”

you throw your head back in laughter. “of course it is silly, I’d be mad if I didn’t play at least one of your songs tonight.”

♫ | eventually, your dancing leads you to freddrick’s piano in the living room. you sit next to him as he plays you his newest creation. it’s a masterpiece, you tell him, followed by the question of what he’ll name it. fredrick chuckles to himself before revealing to you that it’ll be named after you.

“[name]’s symphony, doesn’t that sound delightful?”

THE NOVELIST ; “ORPHEUS” DEROSS

♪ | orpheus, similar to fredrick, likes to keep things personal. not the biggest fan of crowds, but he’s been in the middle of a few big ones due to book signing. he’s not too picky about what dates you guys go on and enjoys most if not all of the outings you plan together.

♪ | so what’s better than a coffee date followed by book shopping? well, lots of things in reality. orpheus definitely participated in extravagant and expensive activities thanks to his earned riches. but a coffee date makes everything feel normal again, a simpler time when he wasn’t flooded with the need to release the next great book. it’s a great way to spend time with you, he thinks.

♪ | the date is filled with hushed whispers and silent giggles as the two of you browse the library, steaming hot coffees in hand. or maybe it’s hot chocolate in your hand. you're too distracted with reading the back of another book to let him have a better look at your drink.

↳ going to a bookstore as a date was more of a “kill two birds with one stone” kind of deal. you knew that it would be a nice way to spend time together without doing anything too grand, and orpheus gets to look for new inspiration. plus, you get to see if any best sellers catch your eye.

“ooooo I like the sound of this book! I think I’m gonna snag it for myself.”

“lemme see, I can probably get it for you.” [he’s going to steal in and read it himself when you’re not looking]

♪ | you expect him to be engulfed in the books around him, flipping through the pages and seeing what other authors have put on display. instead, he looks at you with a type of fondness only you are graced with. he brings a thumb to your lip to wipe off the excess hot chocolate around your mouth. you smile and lean into his warm embrace.

“sorry, I'm too busy looking at you to notice any of the other books. let’s pick out some more together, ‘k?”

THE PAINTER ; EDGAR VALDEN

♩ | edgar valden is widely known for his skills when it comes to painting. he’s perfected everything, he’s mastered every medium, and his inspiration is seemingly endless. that’s what everyone thinks.

↳ edgar lets you in on probably one of his darkest secrets one night, lying in bed: he hasn’t mastered every single medium there is. his inspiration runs out quicker than most would think. and yes, he hasn’t truly perfected everything when it comes to the arts [mostly saying painting]. the reality of it all rains down on him with the pressure to fulfill such beliefs, but you let him know that it’s okay not to. no one should be expected to accomplish such a feat.

♩ | that’s why little dates like these are the ones he probably cherishes the most, despite how embarrassed and anxious he is walking into the art studio.

“they were 5 dollars a person! I thought it could be nice because we could both work on our art skills.”

“[NAME] WHAT IF SOMEONE NOTICES ME?!?!?”

♩ | that’s why he’s so nervous. the edgar valden, in a beginner's art class, learning how to make pottery? don’t the people expect more of him? you tell him no and that, they shouldn’t because he’s human.

↳ legit started hiding his face at the start of the session ‘cause he was so afraid someone would comment about him being here. you had to pry his hands away from his face.

♩ | it isn’t until maybe halfway through the class he starts to get the hang of things, and you're not far behind either. his beautiful, hand-crafted bowl looks stunning, you tell him. Well, not really. it looks more like a pinch pot, but you think it’s best to keep that to yourself.

↳ neither of you is good at pottery, and it just makes learning it that much more fun for the both of you. [edgar refuses to admit smh] he’s secretly dedicated to making a vase to replace the broken one in your apartment. he’ll paint it your favorite color and doodle your favorite flowers all across it. although, he can’t say that this is looking that much like a vase…

♩ | the two of you are complete messes at the end of it. colorful paint splattered across your face along with dried clay stuck and chipped off underneath your fingernails. you walk out having done your first of many pottery classes that day.

“thank you for planning this out. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would, really.” edgar states before leaving a fleeting kiss on your cheek.

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