#Victor Deshayes x reader

[boredwrites]

Oookayyy... What about Charlotte Deshayes? I was thinking reader refusing to kick Victor because, well, as different as he looks and acts, he still resembles a baby. Perhaps Charlotte notices throughout the trials that reader is the only survivor not to hurt him or stunt/blind her and she spares reader during a match in which the other survivors leave her behind! (Please, do let me know if you like the idea, and no pressure!)

YES I WILL GLADLY WRITE FOR THEM. You know what, you’re getting headcanons and a little fic cause Lottie and Victor literally deserve more attention, they’re my favorite killers (Don’t tell Anna)

Masterlist

Charlotte, being herself, hardened by how the world had treated her, would be very confused as to why you were considerably more nice to her and her brother than the others. She saw you not dare hurt a hair on his head. Or hers, for that matter.

She'd notice the other things that you would refuse to do like drop a pallet on her or blind her with one of those modern time devices. She still had no idea what they were but she learned to be wary of them.

Even in the endgame when you would escape, you'd wave goodbye to her. Not in a taunting way. You always had such a nice smile while doing so. She was confused, but Victor was very pleased at not being crushed by someone for once. But if Victor was pleased, then Charlotte was happy.

After a few trials with her realizing you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her performance, she grew fond of you. Definitely slower than Victor. Victor was always excited to see you, despite you always being a bit wary. It was better to be safe than sorry, you thought.

After a rough trial for both of the twins and three of the survivors escaped, they felt discouraged. But they still pressed on. There was one more survivor, but they had no way of knowing it was you.

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It was a rough trial for the Deshayes twins. Nea was being, what other killers called her, a bitch. Blinding, stunning, crushing Victor. If there was only going to be one kill today, it would be Nea. But Charlotte just couldn't get her hooked a third time, all because of the other two survivors, David and Jake. Needless to say, both Charlotte and Victor were getting angry. And that was an understatement.

It all came crashing down when the generators were finished and one of the gates was opened. Pulsating red cracks appeared all over the Thompson's farm as the endgame collapse slowly closed in on the realm. Victor chased the others out of the gates. But he only counted three. When he reported that to his sister, a little bit of hope was regained. They could still have one kill, even if it wasn't Nea.

As the two separated ways again, they both looked to cover more ground. Charlotte checked the other door. It was closed and none of the lights were turned on. The survivor hadn't started it. Weird. Was this survivor lost somewhere in the realm?

Oh, how right she was. Y/N was panicking. Her breathing was quick and irregular as she scaled the parameter of the realm, searching for either of the doors. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that all of her teammates left her behind.

The sound of pitter pattering of little feet broke Y/N out of her tears and into confusion. When she heard the familiar little growling, she knew immediately who it was. She quickly looked around and spotted Victor running around a corner.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw who it was. It was his favorite survivor. Wait. His favorite survivor? And the others left her here? That's not fair! Seeing his favorite survivor in tears, Victor knew exactly what to do. He scampered away, leaving behind a very scared, very confused Y/N.

When Victor made it to Charlotte and informed her of who it is and where she was, her posture brightened up. Y/N? The one who wouldn't do what other survivors do to Victor and her? Charlotte was excited, yet confused. She must've been so angry with Nea she didn't even notice Y/N. She let Victor jump back into her chest cavity before starting on the direction he pointed.

Before long, Charlotte could hear small and sad sniffles and labored breathing. She found Y/N cowering by the wall, her eyes stared at Charlotte with tears. Charlotte felt pity for the survivor, though the Entity was screaming at her in her head to kill her. But she couldn't. It wasn't right. This survivor did nothing to her and her brother. Why would she have to die?

Charlotte lightly shook her head to try to rid herself of the Entity's whispers. She raised her left hand and pointed in a direction. Y/N looked in confusion. What was she doing? Was the killer pointing to one of the gates? No, don't be silly. No killer would do that. Unless...

Charlotte had a look on her face as she was in deep thought, as in looking for something.

"... Follow."

A simple word, yet it held a lot of meaning in this instance. Y/N was shocked. She knew the twins were French. So that's what Charlotte was looking for; 'follow' in English.

Y/N straightened herself up and nodded at Charlotte. She knew it was risky trusting a killer. But... This one was different. As she followed her, Charlotte kept looking back so check if Y/N was still there. Victor sat patiently in his sister's chest as he too looked out for the opened gate.

All three of them were growing anxious. The timer was nearly over. If they wouldn't find the gate soon, Y/N will be taken by the Entity. Charlotte couldn't remember exactly where the gate was, she only knew where the general direction it was in. Her own heartbeat was quickening. She didn't want to let this survivor down after such kindness had been shown to her and her brother.

Finally, after what seemed like forever of searching, they found the opened gate. A sigh of relief escaped all three of them. Y/N was relieved she could finally leave a trial alive. And the twins, well, they were happy to finally repay the little acts of kindness.

As Y/N stepped past the doors, she stopped. She turned around to see the twins staring at her in confusion. Why had the survivor stopped? Didn't she want to survive?

Both twins were in shock when Y/N surprised them with a hug. Charlotte was frozen. She couldn't remember the last time she had been given a hug from anyone other than Victor. Unlike his sister, Victor gladly returned the hug- to the best of his abilities.

"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice just above a whisper.

Charlotte awkwardly patted her back before finally sending her on her way. She watched with Victor as Y/N left the trial safely and in the nick of time, too. However, this did mean the Entity was going to be cross with them, but neither of the Deshayes twins minded. They finally, finally had a friend in this cruel, unforgiving dimension.

[rootsofdread]

I've been stewing on this one for a while, but decided to just go ahead and drop it while requests are open~

What if the bug that can occur in game where killers can get stuck (mostly in pallets) happened to some of the killers? They can't seem to free themselves no matter how hard they try when a survivor appears. Once they realize the killer is stuck, they approach, cautiously. The killer isn't sure what they expect, but it certainly isn't for the survivor to free them.

Who held still to be let loose vs lashed out at the survivor? Who showed appreciation/mercy for the favor? Only killers I particularly had in mind was Sadako, the Dredge, and the Twins (Imagine Charlotte or Victor panicking over the other being trapped); any others are dealer's choice.

once again a fun one, i thought this was super cute to write!! <3

Charlotte & Victor Deshayes / The Twins:

Charlotte had been alone when she got trapped by another survivor inside of a pallet. She really wasn’t too sure how it happened — but to be fair, she didn’t understand much of what went on in the Entity’s realm, so she figured it must be…relatively normal. She called for Victor until he came, and the poor little guy freaked out when he realized she couldn’t move. He ran to find help for her, but every survivor ran from him. Except for you. You seemed to understand that he was clearly in distress, and actually paid him some mind. He pulled on your pants leg/skirt to lead you to his sister, where she was still stuck inside the pallet. You weren’t too sure what to do either, but you knew you had to try something. You put your shoulder under the edge of the pallet and pushed it up, while Charlotte stayed still (Victor did not, but he didn’t bother you). As soon as she was freed, Victor climbed up her dress and crawled back into her chest cavity to make sure she was alright. She left with her brother in a hurry, but she left you alive that trial.

The Dredge:

Dredge was actually used to this sort of thing. Being a…half-incorporeal assembly of body parts leads to it getting stuck in places often. When it suddenly stopped moving after being hit with a pallet, it knew exactly what had happened. It’s also not used to most people helping it get out of these situations, so it knew it had to get comfortable for the rest of the trial. And after a little while, it saw you walking by — and when you noticed it was stuck, you immediately started laughing. It seemed actually amused by you finding humor in its situation, and…maybe you heard it giggle a little to itself. It then motioned for you to help it out as a suggestion, and was surprised when you accepted it and came over. It has a tough time sitting still so it gave you some issues, but you successfully got it out. It thanked you by following you around for the rest of the trial.

Sadako Yamamura / The Onryō:

Sadako had been Demanifested while chasing you around, and figured that must be the reason she got trapped inside of a pallet. She had been completely blind-sided by it and didn’t even realize why she had stopped at first…she’s stuck. She was calm at first but slowly started to panic. She…hates being stuck. She thought you had taken the opportunity to run away and re-join your group, and didn’t realize you were still nearby keeping an eye on her. You could see how panicked she was and, even if she had tried to kill you, it pulled on your heartstrings to see her freaking out like that. You approached her cautiously. She seemed like she was shaking, but relieved someone had come back to help her. She seemed like she wanted to stay still for you but she did attempt to attack you; luckily the pallet blocked all of her hits. She still seemed scared once she was free, but now she didn’t try to hurt you. She stood there for a moment before Projecting to a different location, and you didn’t see her for the rest of the trial.

[silentcrowsilentravens]

A Gentle, Well-Deserved Quiet

The Charlotte Deshayes x reader tag is barren, you guys. Since I have a massive crush on her and run an x reader blog, I figured it was my civic duty to contribute some fic content.

Summary: Few traverse the path near your home. In fact, outside of your very rare treks to the nearest market, it's been years since you've seen another person. It's just you and the animals.

But the cries that startled you awake tonight... they are most certainly not animals.

Chapter 1 of 6

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, injury, blood.

Additional notes: takes place outside of the fog in France, Victor didn't die when escaping the Black Cloaks with Charlotte, and I love both of them very much <3

Ao3 link here!

For quite a few years, it's just been you, the animals, and the house left behind by your family. It can get rather lonely, but you would never dream of abandoning this place. It was built by your grandparents after they ran off together.

Your grandfather... When your grandmother fell for him, she was met with nothing but vitriol from her family and others. Everyone viewed him as a monster, but he was simply a man.

Fueled by an immense love for each other and fear for their safety, they vanished together in the dead of night. They found a place where others rarely trek and over time, built their home.

As the years passed, your uncle and mother were born.

Your mother met your father during one of your family's rare journeys to the nearest market. He noticed her stealing something they needed from one of the vendor's stalls.

Now, all this time later, you're here and everyone else is gone. Dead.

Things are quiet.

You try to go about your days like you used to.

They feel so much longer now, you think. Today especially. You head to bed earlier than usual.

Things are quiet.

But then, suddenly, they aren't.

The cries are loud. The screams are primal. You wake from slumber with a start, the noises rattling you to your core the moment you're awake enough to process them.

These are not the general sounds of nature that you are used to. These are human. And they are far too close.

You crack open one of your rickety shutters. In the darkness, almost nothing can be made out.

"Monster!"

You were taught to keep your head low. You do not want to draw attention to yourself.

...But there are always exceptions to that rule, and these are easily the most gut-wrenching sounds to have ever reached your ears.

"Leave us alone! Don't touch him!"

You throw on your weathered boots, seize your pitchfork, and step out into the night, following the noises into the forest.

A woman barrels out of the undergrowth and into a small clearing. You press yourself up against a tree.

A man chases after her, pausing to draw his bow.

An arrow slams into the back of the woman's calf. She collapses with a muted cry, her own weapon slipping from her grasp.

The man nocks another arrow and begins to close the distance between them. She scrambles to pick her blade back up.

You remain unnoticed.

There isn't much time to make a decision here.

You quickly step out from behind your hiding place. With your heart pounding in your ears, you raise your pitchfork and swing it with all your might.

The flat side of the iron prongs strike the man's head. He didn't even have the chance to turn and look at you.

He hits the ground roughly. After a moment, he begins to move again, so you panic and hit him once more. He stills completely, a big crimson spot staining the crown of his head.

You turn your attention towards the woman. Even ignoring the arrow sticking out of her leg, she appears to be badly injured. Her breathing is ragged. With half-lidded eyes, she stares up at you, an arm held protectively in front of the right side of her chest.

It is only now that you realize that there are three people, not two. A second, smaller body is protruding from hers, hanging limp.

As you take a hesitant step closer, she makes a clumsy swing with her battered sickle and levels it at you. The blade wavers in her grasp.

"I mean no harm." You lower your pitchfork.

She says nothing.

Her grip loosens on the sickle.

She slips into unconsciousness.

It isn't until well into the next day that the woman, Charlotte, comes to.

She's surprised that she's still alive. Her body aches like nothing else. Last night's events are somewhat hazy, but she can remember how visceral the fear was. She recalls how intensely she had been shaking and the all too familiar taste of blood in her mouth.

Her brother's hand wouldn't leave her shoulder.

Their pursuer... so cruel. Same as everybody else. His figure is vague in her mind's eye, but she could easily picture him swathed in a black cloak. Even if he hadn't been. They had managed to lose his friends, but he...

He...

Charlotte hadn't gotten away from him, had she? She couldn't. She couldn't continue to push past the pain...

So, what happened? Where are they now?

She's almost afraid to open her eyes, but she knows that she needs to.

There's a soot-coated thatch roof above her and a mattress beneath her. She can't remember the last time she woke up in an actual bed. It must have been back when Maman when still alive.

Where are they?

How's Victor?

He isn't awake, but he is alive and...

His wounds have been dressed. Hers have as well. With what seems to be quite a bit of care, too.

"Good morning," a voice greets.

Charlotte quickly sits up, wincing as a sharp pain flares across her side.

A person is sitting at one of six stools situated around the fire pit in the middle of the floor, stirring something in a pot suspended above the flames. It is only now that she takes notice of the enticing smell of food mixed with the rich scent of burning wood.

"How are you fairing?"

Charlotte doesn't respond. She eyes you warily. "Who are you?"

You turn halfway on your seat to face her. You aren't one of those awful people who chased them, at least. You tell her your name.

"Where are we?"

"My home," you reply simply. "The two of you were in quite a state when I found you."

A dark figure wielding a pitchfork flashes through her mind. There's a wet thud as the final pursuer falls to the ground. You came to their aid.

This is strange. It's all so strange.

"...Why did you help us?"

"Because I didn't want you to die."

Why? It seems like everyone they cross paths with wants them dead. Is this a trick? Where's her sickle?

It sits not too far from the bed. The rest of her things seem to be there, too. If need be, she could easily grab it.

You stand. "Are you hungry?" You can feel the woman's pale eyes trained on you as you spoon a generous amount of stew into two bowls, leaving a third one out for when your second guest wakes. You hold a bowl out towards the woman.

She leans away for you, bringing an arm up in front of her chest while her hand not so subtly inches closer to her weapon.

"I'm not going to try anything," you try to assure. "Here."

A moment passes. A few moments.

Slowly, she relaxes slightly and takes the bowl from you. She doesn't eat, though. Just holds it and continues to stare at you.

"Try it. It's quite good." You pick up your own portion and hook a foot around the leg of your stool, pulling it closer so that you can sit in front of her. "I haven't poisoned it or anything, either. See?" You take a sip from your bowl.

Charlotte is tempted. She is quite hungry. Plus, you're eating it. She follows suit and drinks a small bit of the broth. It's the best thing she's had in quite a while. She'll make sure to save half of it for Victor.

"What should I call you?"

"...Charlotte."

"And him?"

That protective arm instinctively raises up in front of him again. "My brother, Victor."

"Charlotte and Victor." You set your bowl down on your lap. "You're the first visitors I've had in quite a long time, you know. Not many people find their way out here. The path is too treacherous."

"A group of hunters had been chasing us for a long time. I thought we might finally lose them on it."

"A group?"

"We needed to make a quick stop in their village for supplies... We weren't welcome there."

"Well, you're welcome here."

[bunchofbirdsinatrenchcoat]

Okay, I caved. I have no self-control lol. I've got a Charlotte Deshayes x fic in the works and it's already almost finished. It'll be gender ambiguous and takes place outside of the Entity's realm, back in Ye Old France.

I'll post it on my other blog and Ao3 when I'm finished. In the meantime, here's a tiny preview :P

With your heart continuing to pound in your ears, you raise your pitchfork and swing it with all your might. The flat side of the iron prongs strike the man's head. His dagger falls from his hand and he hits the ground roughly. After a moment, he begins to move again, so you panic and hit him once more. He stills completely, a big crimson spot staining the crown of his head.

You turn your attention towards the woman. She appears to be badly injured and her breathing is ragged. With half-lidded eyes, she stares up at you, an arm held protectively in front of the right side of her chest.

It is only now that you realize that there are three people, not two. A second, smaller body is protruding from hers, hanging limp.

As you take a hesitant step closer, she makes a clumsy swing with her battered sickle and levels it at you. The blade wavers in her grasp.

"I mean no harm."

[realgreeniebeanie]

Some Charlotte Deshayes headcanons

Because I love her so much and these deserve their own original post

Also gif by yours truly

General headcanons

🩷 Start with the obvious, she's got resting bitch face. That does not stop her from being a cutie.

🩷 As shy as she seems in the game, I see her being more out there in a modern au/if she didn't have any of that trauma. She would still be quiet but she would at least try to make friends.

🩷 She has a lopsided smile and a dimple on her right cheek.

🩷 Her usual laugh is like a low chuckle. But when something gets to her and she really laughs, it's loud and she snorts.

🩷 She usually doesn't cry, but when she does, it's ugly and it's messy and it's loud. My girl's got a lot of pent up emotions.

🩷 Her favorite kind of jewelry is necklaces. They make her feel pretty. She once tried one on but Victor kept grabbing at it and trying to pull it off and keep it himself. That's why she doesn't wear them anymore, even if she finds one she likes.

🩷 Let's all be honest with ourselves. When and where would she find the time and resources to shave? This is a hairy girl and that's okay.

🩷 It's very painful for her when Victor unbinds from her. Physically and emotionally. She can't stand being unbound from him for long.

🩷 Charlotte is an asexual lesbian.

Charlotte x Reader

🩷 Charlotte gets so confused when you fawn over how strong she is. Why are you looking at her that way? These are just her arms...? She doesn't mind, really, she's just confused.

🩷 Once she trusts you, she is very clingy. She needs to know where you're going, what you're doing, if you're okay. She doesn't mean to be toxic about it. She's genuinely worried about you all the time. She doesn't want to lose you.

🩷 Her kisses are a bit... Messy. She's never kissed anyone before you, have some patience with her. She's very indecisive about how to go about it. But her favorites are sweet little pecks, not too much.

🩷 She blushes very easily. If you look in her general direction, her face heats up immediately. When she blushes, she doesn't know what to do. So, she just blinks at you with her face burning up.

🩷 She is very quiet, so she's prone to accidentally scaring you. She feels so bad every time.

🩷 Charlotte loves her brother, she really does. But it makes her feel a bit jealous when you pay more attention to him. Don't get her wrong, she loves that you treat him with respect. But... Doesn't she deserve your attention as well?

🩷 She loves to find things in the realms that remind her of you. A book with a pretty cover from the library in the boneyard, an interesting plant from Toba. She may or may not have stolen a thing or two from the circus. All of which she's given to you.

🩷 Was told how to dip and kiss by Elodie. Tried it with you, lost her balance, caught herself right before falling on top of you. Never tried it again.

🩷 Listen. She loves you. She really, really does. But for the love of god do not touch her Hershey's Kisses stash.

🩷 With anyone else (besides Victor) and any other circumstances, Charlotte would hate physical contact. But when it's you, she becomes addicted. Your affection is so soft and kind, she's hooked on you.

[lebenspurpur]

Question, hey, if you are still doing requests, may I request for a Charlotte deshayes x reader where the reader looks at charlottes wound in her chest where victor usually lies? Thank you again if you are able to see this!!!

Sorry, but as mentioned in the post before, I don't write for her. Anna/The Huntress is the only Dead by Daylight character I take requests for.

my character list

[shirtlessfelix]

Killers' Secret Messages

Thought this would be interesting lol. Again, just a few, but if you guys like this I can do more! :)

<200 words each

Spirit/Rin Yamaoka: Regardless of how much she might like you, her reputation among the other killers is very important to her. As such, she’ll wait until she’s in a trial with you to even attempt it. When she does, a slip of paper will be delivered upon her phasing into you and putting it into your pocket before slashing your side with her blade.

Don’t tell anybody, okay?

Her notes are decorated with little hearts and stars and drawings of some of the killers on hooks. In each one she apologizes profusely for hitting you: Please understand that if I don’t, they’ll become suspicious of me. Of course, that much you know and accept, and you can’t help but want her to please the Entity.

Doctor/Herman Carter: He most certainly will not be using paper for this considering his abilities and the electricity that runs through his veins. While he torments the other survivors with gruesome images and deep, gurgled voices, all you hear is his laugh that booms across the map while he’s mocking your teammates in your ear.

Aw, David, are you gonna cry? It’s only a brain scan... haha!

Outside of trials, the leftover sparks still catch survivor’s off guard at times, but he uses this fault of the Entity’s realm to his advantage to talk to you. Even if you can’t say anything back, it’s nice to hear him thinking of you.

Twins/Charlotte and Victor: She uses her brother like a carrier pigeon in trials, entrusting him with a message that he’ll deliver when he jumps on your back. That, or he’ll go running around with a paper scrawled with his notes that he has for you. If Victor is annoyed with her, he’ll be sure to sabotage her plans to sacrifice anybody even if that means he won’t have a jugular to eat that trial.

Tell Nea to watch her cocky ass, Char’s got an Ebony and she’s not giving me any!

If, for some reason, Charlotte doesn’t want Victor to know what she has to say, she’ll find you herself and stay quiet before he goes running back to her. Maybe you won’t fully understand, but you’ll act like you do anyway; she doesn’t like repeating herself.

[noridoorman]

Guys, excuse me😣

I wanted to write a lot more content after making the first HC and had many ideas, but my fever hit me hard and I simply couldn't write anything. I'm not 100% healthy yet but I'll try to make more stuff.

Here's everything I have started or planned this far:

Oneshots/One character fics:

Frank Morrison x Reader | SFW/NSFW, fluff, slight smut

Jake Park x Reader | Family n fluff, based around "What it means to be" made by MimiSeda on AO3, basically a fanfiction for a fanfiction

Ji-Woon Hak x Reader | Angst, Inspiration from a different Ji-Woon Hak Fanfic

Headcanons/Scenarios:

When you're sick | DBD Killer and Survivor, with Entity

When you die | DBD Killer and Survivor, pre-Entity, Angst

How you cuddle | DBD Killer and Survivor

How they treat you in trials | DBD Killer and Survivor

Potential stories:

Frank Morrison x Reader ~ HOPE/LESS | Outline is already finished, I abandoned the project a little bit though

Jake Park x Reader - The Names Beneath | I only have the concept and main-plot in my mind

(I'M OBSESSED WITH THE COLORS ON THIS APP)

Some peeps can request too but I can't do all characters nor do I really want to. And I'm not consistent with requests so I won't do them as frequent, probably.

Here are some rules tho and the characters I don't wrote for:

Characters I will NOT write for:

➢The Hag, Lisa Sherwood (Her backstory is extremely inconsistent, and writing for her would be really difficult)

➢ The Doctor, Herman Carter (I'm not very fond of him)

➢ The Cannibal, Bubba Swayer (I haven't watched his movie and don't know much about him. I'm also not very fond of him)

➢ The Nightmare, Freddy Krueger (Nope, he's a pedophile)

➢ The Pig, Amanda Young (I haven't watched Saw yet, I know nothing about her)

➢ The Clown, Jeffery Hawk (Nope, he's disgusting asfuck)

➢ Nemesis T-Type (I really don't like him and don't know how to write for him)

➢ The Blight, Talbot Grimes (He looks pretty disgusting ngl)

Characters that I'll only write platonic relationships for:

➢ Ace Visconti (He looks a little old)

➢ William "Bill" Overbeck (He's really old)

➢ Ashley J. Williams (He looks a little old)

➢ The Demogorgon (Demodoggo)

➢ The Twins, Victor and Charlotte Deshayes (Kick the fetus though)

➢ The Legion, Susie (Susie is underaged)

➢ Laurie Strode (She's 17)

Characters I'd LOVE for you to request (please do):

➢ Jake Park (I'm sorry but he took my heart)

➢ Yui Kimura (I don't know if I want her or be like her)

➢  The Trapper, Evan MacMillan (He needs some LOVE)

➢ The Hillbilly, Max Thompson Jr. (He also needs some LOVE)

➢ The Shape, Micheal Myers (My HC for this bitch is that he's extremely touch- and love-starved so love him)

➢ The Huntress, Anna (Dom hatchet mommy with biceps)

➢ The Legion, Frank & Julie (I'll top Frank but Julie can top me)

➢ The Trickster, Ji-Woon Hak (The devs are asking for NSFW at this point)

Bye bye

[boredwrites]

New World Stowaway

Charlotte Deshayes x fem reader

Part one | Part two (coming soon)

Masterlist

Charlotte managed to get herself hired by a French trading company. She was hired for her strength and agility, despite her size. Victor came with the package deal.

Her jobs were to load and unload heavy cargo, as well as keep it in place below deck. That's where she spent the majority of the voyages, away from the crew. She knows they only tolerate her and Victor to keep their jobs.

It stayed the same when you, your father and your brother scraped enough money to hitch a ride across seas. Charlotte was always wary of newcomers. She made sure to make the very least amount of contact with you and your family.

That was, until your brother went exploring without permission. He would come running up from the lower deck screaming and crying about a monster with two heads.

When the crew forced introductions, you were fascinated by the conjoined twins. It was the first time you've ever seen something like this. Charlotte noticed but didn't know what to think of it. A normal person not having any ill thoughts about her or her brother? Very curious.

After initial introductions, you wanted to get to know the twins a bit more. You would spend a few hours a day spending time with them in the lower deck. Charlotte was quiet, giving only head nods and shakes and dry, quiet answers. Victor gave obnoxious nods and shakes accompanied by growls and broken speech.

Charlotte noticed how comfortable Victor had become with you. She was still wary, but figured that if her brother liked you, then you were okay.

Before long, you had begun to grow feelings for the mysterious, taller twin. She was as beautiful as she was quiet. And you couldn't help but watch as she moved the cargo that even you couldn't pick up if you tried. Her blue coat hugged her muscles just right, giving you quite the show.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was rocking in the same boat. She couldn't help but love your kindness and patience. She loved watching you interact with her brother and treat him like a normal human being. She often caught you staring, but she noticed it wasn't out of disgusted curiosity. Your stares were full of admiration. Something Charlotte hasn't been given since her mother died. She loved it.

One night, while most of the crew were asleep, Charlotte took this time to come out from below deck. She loved the silence and peacefulness of the night. She often came up here to enjoy the limited peace instead of sleeping. But that time it was different. It was that night that you couldn't sleep.

Throughout the night, you talked to the Deshayes twins. Victor answered with his typical growls and broken speech. But this time, Charlotte talked more than you'd ever heard before. She told you stories about her life. You learned about where they came from and what their lives were like before the trading company. It broke your heart.

That was the night Charlotte came to a conclusion. You were her favorite person, aside from Victor. You made her feel safe and seen and validated. You made her smile more than any other person had aside from her brother. You were special.

From that point onward, she favored every moment with you. She emerged from the lower deck more often despite the crew's dismay. She wanted to spend the most time with you. She dreaded the day the voyage would come to an end. But for now, she took nothing with you for granted.

It was in the middle of another sleepless night when you two discovered your feelings for each other. Charlotte was a bit more quiet in fear of rejection. When you told her that the feelings were mutual, she was the happiest girl in the world. You two shared an awkward first kiss. You were worried that Victor would be repulsed by the lovey dovey stuff but you were reassured that he was very happy for his sister. He was beyond glad to see his sister so happy.

Every morning after that, you visited her below deck and kept her company while she did her job. She didn't shy away from your gaze when she worked. In fact, she showed off her strength, revelling in your looks of awe.

Sometimes Charlotte would hunker down and take a short nap. You took this time to keep Victor entertained with books you brought with you and stories passed down through your family and friends. He sat surprisingly still during this, either for Charlotte as to not wake her or he was actually entertained, you didn't know.

Sometimes, though, some of the crew thought they could get away with certain things, like harassing you when they thought no one was looking. Oh, how wrong they were. One look at the men making you uncomfortable made Charlotte see red. But due to her needing to keep this job, she kept it under control. She only intimidated the men and scared them off. But she wanted to hurt them so bad.

From then on, she would fuss over you over every little thing. Where did that cut come from? Did you get enough sleep last night? They're not bothering you, are they?

As the voyage started closing to an end, Charlotte seemed a lot less happy and you knew why. You weren't happy either. You didn't have any experience working on a ship like this, so there was no way you could get yourself hired.

When the time came for you to part ways with her, there were a lot of silent tears. Even Victor was sad to see you go. As you gave her one last kiss, you remembered all the happiness you shared during the voyage. The not-so-sneaky glances, secret kisses in the lower deck, sharing your life stories with each other under the stars. You sure were going to miss it all.

You promised her that on your way home, you will try your best to buy a voyage on the same boat, even if you had to wait for her to come back.

It was poetic, in a sense. Two star-crossed lovers separated by the sea, promised to come back to each other.