#the composer idv

[fishermanshook]

An Unexpected Duet (composer x reader)

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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

[flowerdisc4]

Thinking about that art I saw of antonio and Joseph looking at fredrick like they're about to ask him to be their unicorn

[nightwonder7]

Help him touch some grass

[broh3m3]

New survs added to the charm roster!

[zhezhezha]

Drew the moment when they just added vc in duo and that one composer gave me a whole lecture about deers to stay alive

[mothceg]

tbh his cane is so underrated

[h11tch]

grrrhhhnngnhhhngh

[onzehe]

chibs

[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.

[chawawanya]

One more left after that!!

[caydeus]

Been obsessively playing IDV with a friend and my partner<3 I think we've been improving a lot over these past weeks of first starting-- I also just wanted to draw silly moments that happened (and still happen) whenever we play.

[haosofmemoris]

meow

[nightwonder7]

I like the idea that identity characters will sometimes slip out of their hunter mindset even if they're still hunters

[nehvas]

abandoned

[lumenwoodd]

I also like composer he’s cool

[kirivon]

🎹 Composer and Prisoner 🎹

Luca remains oblivious to his surroundings

It’s amazing how Luca’s cipher is able to discern if the person is a fellow survivor or not before electrocuting🤔