#idv explorer x reader

[teabreakpancakes]

I saw you baker s/o and I want to request That but instead with Naib, Kurt, Emma, And mike!!!!

As Sweet As Your Pastries Naib, Kurt, Emma and Mike with a Baker S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

he vaguely remembers his mother baking a few times

it brings a smile to his face to see you being so passionate about something

one time, you noticed him staring, so you decided to invite him, admittedly, he enjoyed a lot more than he expected though he won't admit it unless you ask him directly

Naib's calloused hands handled the piping bag clumsily, smearing the icing messily. His eyebrows furrow in concentration as he draws the whiskers on the cookie. Soft giggles erupt from the baker as they trace patterns and designs perfectly onto the two layer cake they're working on.

prefers eating over baking tho ^^;

he's gotten used to you bringing him treats before his matches though the others claimed it was "unfair" so he started eating them discreetly

your baking reminds him of home

he eats a LOT. even though he doesn't have an affinity for sweets due to the lack of such delicacies in his life before meeting you

Naib reached out for his second tray of cookies, still munching on the cupcake in his left hand. 'Where does all that food go?' the baker pondered, bewildered by the amount of food the merc ate, he never seemed to gain weight, in fact, he only seemed to bulk up even more. The baker poked his hard abdomen, blinking owlishly with an "Oh". Naib quirked an eyebrow, "Wha' ish i'?" he questioned with a mouthful of food. The baker shook their head with an amused smile, "It's nothing darling, do you like the cookies?" they redirected, brushing his hair away from his face.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

he always reads a story to you over tea time

Today, Kurt was telling you all about a realm where fairies, golems and many other creatures resided. The calming ambience of the garden picnic made it a perfect time to relax. Kurt would stop ever so often to take a bite of one of the pastries he held in one of his hands.

sometimes, some of the crumbs land on his book but he doesn't care because the food came from you :D

he surprisingly has some knowledge about baking, he can bake decently by himself

The baker peered over the explorer's shoulder, eyes trained on the mixture Kurt was working on. "Wow.. you actually know how to bake—Oh! no offence of course, it's just that all the other survivors that attempted to created monstrosities that bordered the lines of being rubbish" they chuckled, rubbing their nape. The explorer smiled, shaking his head, "I learned a bit about the craft while growing up" he replied, a somber expression appearing on his face as he stared down in the bowl.

he enjoys designing the cake with mini sketches

some of your recipes were based on stories he'd tell you

you often make him his favorite snacks for when he's reading :D

he stares at you, wondering how the embodiment of his dreams fell right into his arms, especially when you look so at peace

he thinks your smile is as sweet as your pastries

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒

she's always in awe of your abilities

she enjoys decorating she's a bit too much of a klutz for the other things, it never ends well

Emma sticks out her tongue slightly as she fills in the outline of a rose on the cookie. She grins proudly when she finishes the lovely looking rose, bestowing her creation before you on her outstretched hand. "Look darling! a rose for a lovely person like you!" she beamed. The baker giggled, their emotions showing through the rosy tint on their cheeks.

she hogs treats in matches she willingly takes hits just so she can taste them

after she messed up so many pastries, you stopped letting her bake

"Emma" the baker called out in a stern manner, the smile plastered on their face barely hiding the frustration and exasperation they were currently experiencing. "Would you mind explaining why my cookies and cupcakes are burnt?" they question, a threatening tone underlying their inquiry . The gardener backs away slightly, avoiding their piercing gaze. "U, Uhm, I may have baked them for a little too long—", "A little?" you interjected, your eyebrows twitching in irritation.

emma steals some of your treats for herself sometimes

emma has no favourites, she likes everything you make :D

you feed her some treats while she's tending to the garden

garden tea parties :D

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

mike admires your craft, you're so dedicated to it

he remembers pastries he'd occasionally taste but yours are definitely the best!

he asked if you could teach him how to help and ever since then, he's been helping: eating ehem, taste testing, mixing and getting the ingredients and tools and whatnot

he juggles the cookies before shooting them one by one into his mouth

The acrobat snags a few cookies in his hands, juggling them before you. "Hmm, what does this one taste like?~" he speaks with a lilt in his voice, almost teasing as he throws the cookie into his mouth. His eyes sparkle with delight, letting out a sound of recognition—"Dried blueberries! what a treat" he praises. The baker cups their mouth, unable to hold back the quiet giggles escaping their mouth. Mike always seemed to find a way to entertain you, one way or another.

he'll always mess around with you in the kitchen a little

flour fights!

A cheeky smile creeps up Mike's face as he gathers some of the flour on the table into his hand. "Dear, can you please hand me tha—eek! Mike!" the baker hollered as they were met with a fistful of flour. The white powder sinks into their locks and into their clothing. The baker's head is downcast as they scoop flour into their hands, "Two can play it that game!" they yell, throwing towards Mike.

he helps you bake so he can eat them right after

[otakusparkle]

So I got the information regarding future events of Identity V (from Mori (Twitter))

- Next diary is Hullabaloo circus and will be implemented next year

- The continuation of the main story (Ashes of Memories) will be released next year

- In addition to the new episode of AoM, Entomologist will have Identity Switch (Hunter) form

- Every character will have their turn to get S-Tier Costume, it is state by NetEase apology that there is no unfairness for every single character and for the Visitors to please be patience for the release

- Toy Merchant S-Tier Costume

- Cowboy S-Tier Costume

- Instead of Photographer, COA 8 Hunter will be Soul Weaver to get S-Tier Costume

- Journalist and Novelist S-Tier for Sherlock Holmes collaboration will be released next year

- Undead new costume

- Explorer new content

- Female Dancer new content (this year)

- Breaking Wheel and Entomologist GG team champion

- Deduction Stars will be released at the end of this year : Fool's Gold, Journalist, Composer, Hermit, Cheerleader, Patient

- Nymph Award : The Ripper and Prospector

[kohabielnin]

Helo,hello , I really really enjoy your Truth and inference series, and I'm so happy that your request box is open.

/*excited noises

Can I request the whole truth and inference cast reacting to a modern reader?(I really think there should be more idv x modernreader fictions),thank you, thank you.😘

Of course, I love exploring more of the T&I universe so it always excites me to be asked something about

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• When he discovered it, it was as if a million new possibilities had appeared to him,

• If with the knowledge of the time, it was already dangerous, with modern knowledge then...

• Everyone realized that he was treating you better than he treated others, just so he wouldn't lose you to Mr. Inference,

• Tuberose got a little jealous when he realized that D.M was treating you well and Gatto was deeply afraid of that,

• Passing on the knowledge you have to D.M can be one of the most dangerous things to do, you can't predict what this man will do,

• In general, even though he has ulterior motives for you, he seems to treat you well because he wants to, not to get information out of you, he is a real mystery

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• He found this extremely interesting when he learned,

• Just as he found it interesting, the concern came in threefold,

• He doesn't want D.M to find out for fear of what his brother might do to you,

• Crimson also helps you hide your secret, since according to herself, nothing will stop her from treating you like a little sister,

• Sometimes, out of curiosity, Noir asks what things are like in the modern world and never ceases to be surprised by his answers,

• According to him, he would love to see how everything will turn out, but he knows he won't live long enough for that, so he is content just listening to their stories

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• First he was shocked, then excited, and finally confused,

• What would a person from the future be doing in the past, he thought, but the excitement of learning new things about chemistry was greater,

• He asked, even in a shy way, for you to teach everything you knew about medicine and modern chemistry,

• I can say that I have never seen a Gatto as excited as he was while you explained and demonstrated everything you knew to him,

• Even Cat was fascinated by his knowledge after making a delicious salmon dish that she had never even dreamed of trying before,

• You and Gatto made a promise that this would be your secret and no one else would know

Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar

• He was very excited for several reasons and one of them was that with his knowledge of his time, he would get evidence to put D.M behind bars,

• Lady Truth scolded him for thinking about using you to get rid of D.M, then he apologized to you,

• To make up for what he wanted to do, he bought you a basket of sweets which he shared with White and Lady Truth,

• You taught Mr. Inference everything you knew out of your own free will and he learned much faster than you imagined,

• For him, meeting you was like a blessing from the gods, after all, even if you weren't someone from modern times, you were still a great companion for him and his friends, so he felt grateful for that

White/Saphir Mélodis

• When you felt comfortable telling him, it was his happiest day, even though he already knew,

• Every fraction of a second, this boy asked a different question,

• Even though it was tiring answering so many questions, seeing his surprised and interested look, it was worth all the tiredness,

• Whenever you finish answering his questions, q he will say that I would love to be able to see with my own eyes what you are talking about,

• Even if it feels sad in your chest to hear him say that and know it's a lie, you still smile and say, who knows...

• Of course he notices that you are sad and showers you with affection, after all, for him, seeing your sad face is worse than death

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

AHH I WANT TO LET YOU KNOW I APPRECIATE YOU WRITING FOR IDV AND VERY BRILLIANTLY I ALWAYS ENDED UP BINGE READING YOUR FICS😭❤️💕

Anyways I saw your reqs were open so I’m wondering if you could write something for Edgar either Pre-Oletus or going to Oletus at the end, with the reader who is a servant (either of the genders are fine and feel free to ignore if ur not comfortable with it, I still appreciate your writing😊)

🎨anon??

Aw thank you anon! I'm glad you like my fic ;w;!! I will say this request was hard at first because I dislike Edgar but... My friend decided to trap me by writing snips of him in his goth and golden ratio skin and I'm now begrudgingly liking him (even played him during matches for his lore aghh) GOD WHY IS SO HOT plus I miss his old voice saddd

Rated: Explicit | Warning: AMAB!Reader, Deity x human, oral *reader receiving), light bondage-ish

Why are you displeased now?

There is a long sigh of exasperation from the deity, his eyes half shut as he sees you from outside the window of his room, you are exploring the gardens again. You are trying to escape, of course, you are as humans are never satisfied even when given everything they desire.

You probably feel like a caged bird, one he has clipped the wings of; there is no leaving he told you. The Golden Ratio needs his muse, and you should be grateful to be treasured so dearly. The other humans he has here have responsibilities to care for his abode, and to give worship; you need only to dress as he wants and to exist.

You are still outside trying to figure out a way through the thick hedges that must lead the way out… Right? There has to be a way outside this place, though you know deep inside leaving is not the best idea… You are cared for, immortal, yet you wish… There is love here and you dread the day he replaces you with a new muse.

“Must you give into every whim of distress in your heart?” His voice coming from behind you causes you to freeze in your current position of digging through the hedge, “Your heart needs to silence its doubts.”

You gasp and immediately start to resist when the magic of the god binds your arms and raises them above your head while turning you around to face him.

“...” You try not to fight or let panic have you begging him to forgive you, silence is all you give him as you keep your eyes lowered.

“Nothing to say for yourself, inspiration?” He stands in front of you, his hand grabbing your chin to have your face directed towards him, “Have I not given all that you need and want? Yet, you yearn for the cruel world.”

You gaze slightly up at the short man, the Golden Ratio chooses whatever appearance he likes but currently enjoys this short blend of a masculine yet feminine body. ���I yearn to see what you want me to not know.” Words humbled though you know he is not pleased by them despite the neutral expression he always has.

The unintentional flinch as he reached up to caress your cheek, biting down on your lip as it slides down your well-taken-care of skin (his order for perfection from you), the levitation in your breathing as he touches your chest, the way you moan as he watches you start to break. When the deity is done teasing your nipples through the chiton, a thin material and often causing you to feel like you are naked, he rubs the head of your cock that is causing a tent in your chiton.

“Curiosity is permitted,” His voice smooth and light, “Encouraged as it inspires and breaks the most stubborn of mental blocks.” Those blue eyes like the summer sky take in your very human reaction to him rubbing your weeping cock under the smooth fabric, precum staining and seeping through it, “I shall allow you a glimpse. A full day to experience what fairytales romanticize about the world.”

You choke on a cry of pleasure as he goes on his knees and lifts your chiton, his mouth taking in half of your cock, his hand massaging your balls as he begins sucking you off.

The world, your home, you know some of it as you did live all your childhood in the realm of humans. However, when your family became followers of the Golden Ratio, when he saw you bloom into such a beautiful human— He granted you a wish and took you as the price. There isn't any regret but you miss… You miss freedom.

His eyes are still on you, still studying how you struggle not to cum so soon or become overwhelmed by how he has learned to touch you. The deity had listened to all your complaints, your whining, and now he believes you should only be grateful. Grateful and at peace.

“No! Wait! Ah, I can't!” Humans always say the oddest things when they are about to orgasm. You fight it, no matter how many times you do this with him, you always panic midway. Perhaps you are not used to how quick he can have you cumming or how he can drink your seed like it is ambrosia.

“Very good.” Pulling his mouth away and wiping the corners of his mouth with your chiton, “Now, you will accompany me to my chambers and give yourself to me.”

You nod slowly as you are still going through the high, “Yes, your worship.” The bindings no longer hold your arms up as they move to keep you standing.

“Good.” Before summoning your collar and chain to tug you along.

[solreblogs]

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[fishermanshook]

𝄞 REQUEST RULES.

⌗ RUNDOWN:

i. as of 05/27/24, my requests are closed with a total of 08/11 spots taken. please be patient while you wait for requests to open again.

ii. as the owner and writer of this blog, I, fishermanhook, own all the rights to deny/decline the publication for a fan fic for any reason. It may be that I can’t handle the topic, or that it’s just been sitting in my inbox for longer than it should.

iii. the blog owner occasionally writes smut and is a minor. don’t like it? you are more than free to block me and leave.

⌗ WHAT I WILL WRITE:

Identity V (IDV) , Reverse: 1999 (will return.)

3 characters max per request

fluff , angst , smut [afab or GN]

short drabbles

headcanons [h/c’s]

(female or male) character x (gender neutral or fem.) reader

[light?] yandere (as long as it’s not too graphic)

AU’s & different tropes

thirsts

platonic relationships for anyone under the age of 15 [memory, axe boy.]

⌗ WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

physical or mental abu$e

strange k!nks that I do not feel comfortable writing (knife kink, blood kink, foot fetish, scat, water sports, etc.)

stuff like: “hey can I have a fic where reader is like *insert character*?”

character x character

x male reader

minor x adult + pedophilia

non con

rape/SA

incest

pregnancy trope

self harm / suicide

reader having certain disabilities or being a certain race [I don’t feel as though I would do justice towards it as I do not fit the criteria. it is nothing personal.]

lawyer , thief , magician , explorer , embalmer , mad eyes , bon bon , ripper , “undead” , breaking wheel , wax artist

⌗ EXTRA:

⌗ I do not under any circumstances condone anything I write in my yandere fics. they are purely for entertainment purposes and I try to keep anything graphic to a minimum. ⌗ reader will almost always be gender neutral unless stated otherwise , you are allowed to request for a female reader though. ⌗ I may get canon information incorrect. either I viewed it as my own h/c or I truly believed that this information was true, it happens. if you wish, please let me know! it keeps me up to date on information regarding the character. ⌗ please understand that I have a life other that writing. I will always put my physical and mental being first. That being said, please be patient while waiting for your request. ⌗ please be kind when requesting! I will not write your request if it comes off sounding rude and/or ungrateful.

updated: 08/01/24

[undobutton]

kurt,,, i desire kurt content,,, kurt x gn reader who is kinda scared of almost everything? i love this man,,,

hello! in my rules I don't have Kurt under the list of survivors I write for, but I will try and provide some hcs for you I apologize if he is ooc and that these hcs are short.

KURT FRANK (explorer)💗

he will hold your hand, tell you to close your eyes, and guide you places if he notices something you're afraid of is nearby.

although he prefers to be little spoon he will hold you at night if you need it.

he will also tell you stories at night to distract you from your fears.

if he hears you scream he is running to your side if he wasn't already there.

he loves you and hates to see you scared.

overall 20000/10 he will protect you like no other 💕

thank you for requesting, and I apologize for these hcs being short. please be sure to read my rules next time. I hope you liked the hcs though✨

-button 🌺

reblogs are appreciated ♥️

[heartshapedbubble]

Hellooo

I like your works very much, so I plucked up the courage and decided to make a request too ahah

Can I request some hcs with Kurt and reader who also loves books and adventures?

Thanks in advance and have a nice day<3

W for both building up the courage to send an ask without anon activated AND for sending in a kurt ask we need more kurt content🤲🤲💕i actually didn't expect to write that much for him but oh well it's good to find out that i'm not too burned out,, have a nice day! :)

kurt frank with a s/o that loves books and adventures📚

you two are going to be an unstoppable duo omg

kurt is already extroverted and energetic on his own, and spending time with someone that matches his energy will just power him up even more

since you guys are stuck in the manor there's not much adventures to go on though :(

he'll take care of that though! he's very curious and imaginitive and always thinking of new things to do

it might not be much, like just going to steal cookies that mary reserved for her tea party, but everything is fun when you two are together !

since he can shrink he'll use that to his advantage and sneak in snacks from the kitchen (that he'll obviously share with you🤨🤨partners in crime fr)

his shrinked form is also useful for when you two are roaming the library - he can easily jump on a shelf and find the exact book you're looking for

PILLOW FORTS. HUGE ONES EVEN. make sure to put up those fairy lights in too to make them even cozier

also the library is basically your and kurt's territory, others can always bet that at least one of you two is in it

kurt is a great storyteller, he loves narrating various stories to you and makes up different voices for the characters to make you laugh

your laugh is priceless to him and he adores it <334

would definetly be interested in cosplay if you proposed the idea to him !

show him dungeons and dragons and you'll blow the socks off this man's feet he's going to become obssessed

thinks of various names for you two

"bonnie and clyde? wait, no, hm... the almighty two...? the rogues? ah, no, wait..."

likes giving funny nicknames to all the people living in the manor

loves rambling about all the books he read recently and appreciates you listening to him so much

he's not opposed to you being the one rambling though! he encourages you to, actually

thinks of a new story whenever you ask him how he got the scar on his face

is very superstitious and has a whole box of lucky charms; he'll happily offer you one

enjoys giving you piggyback rides while you two adventure around the manor

if he notices you feeling down he'll drag you down to the garden at night where he'll make a mini campfire for you two, complete with marshmellows and small tents😈 not the best place for camping considering how much energy and love the gardening trio (emma, andrew, melly) put into it but it's the closest you guys can get to camping in the wilderness

^ he's a big ghost/scary stories enthusiast too so do whatever you want with that information >:))

something he often talks about with you is how when you two finally leave the manor he'll take you with him on real adventures! it's a topic he can constantly think about

you're always on his mind as he plans new quests and adventures for you two and he cares for you lots :))))

[sunflower1experiment]

Identity v x animal like reader

Batter

The first time seeing (Y/N), they came in somewhat half naked. They had a top with some shorts but that was it, the female survivors immediately took them to another room and dressed them up, they hum and hugged Patricia and Fiona. Ganji couldn’t help but watch in fascination.

(Y/N) would eat their food on the ground, which led to Emily almost crying and reassuring them to not do so. Ganji then helped the so called animal use a fork.

Margaretha tried to help them out, which was hard at the least. The whip wasn’t cutting it and the batter caught the whip a few times when she used it, “Quit using the whip and use physical affection.” He goes up to (Y/N) who just growled then flinched when he placed a hand on their head. “…..” suddenly they calm down and sigh, he then moves his hand around to which they respond jubilantly and start hopping at him.

During matches (Y/N)’s rescue badge came in handy: they used this so called animal stance to scare the hunters for five seconds, or when they were near a survivor they’d grab their hand and run away. In some cases when Ganji played with them he’d use his cricket skills and see how far they’d run after the ball, Michiko would even use her butterflies to entertain them.

But how did they get together? It was simple: (Y/N) spoke, they aren’t stupid they just struggle to comprehend who wants to hurt them and who doesn’t. They leaned close to the batter and nuzzled up to his chest. “Companion.” He nods. “I’m your bonded companion.”

He doesn’t pet you: it hurts when (Y/N) try to get validation from him but he doesn’t see the point, so instead the batter hugs them close.

Kisses: are not his suite, in some cases when they’re alone yes but publicly? Nah, only holding hands. On some occasions you’re busy hugging him close and humming happily. That is until his throws the ball far and you chase it.

Bath times? Okay so….they like bath time but he usually has to watch because you make a mess with the bubbles. “Ah-oh. Ganji…” he walks in. “(Y/N) WHAT THE FU-“ later on Martha finds them pouting and being dried off. “Bubble explosion.” Ganji grumbled. “(Y/Nnnnnnnn).” He pulled their cheek gently

Jose

You wandered in with a water dome over your head, the way you breathed was slow. And hoarse. A few times you’d stumble a bit and get knocked over by Mike or Kreacher, Jose helped you up but then you’d back away shyly. “Hhhhh….” Your breathing startled Jose greatly.

One day in a match however you went missing, everyone searched for you while the match was already over. Naiad swam around with Fiona and Explorer by her side, Jose then sighed and sat by the beach. “Where did they go?” Suddenly the water splashed. Your form came into view and you swam gracefully through the water.

Naiad hums, “They’re- a sea animal…that explains a lot actually.” Jose stands up then he stumbled back when you jump out with a fish in your mouth and land in his arms. You swallowed the fish and started shaking, “Freezing- freezing.”

Naiad carefully gave you the power to breath on land. Your breathing got better but you always trailed behind Jose then freak out when he stared, he chuckles whilst you hide then sets down a few fish bait. Of course you followed them wiggled your tail and pounced.

Turns out you’re badge for animal is a catfish. Well he calls you a catfish, your attitude says a lot. “Gero- Gero.” You bite Kevin by the leg, “OI- LET GO NO PUT MY SHOE DOWN HEY!” Jose gently sprays you with water then returns the shoe. “No.” You huff…then hug his arm with a pouty face.

He loves you but your fishy smell is going to be the bane of him. So he washes you with a specific type of flower, which is what Emma suggested, cherry blossom. You’d swim in the lake of blossoms then dive under water and immediately peek out and offer him gifts. “Babe- what is this?”

Your gifts are terrifying: last time you bought Jose a skull, “The souls of enemies…” you paw at the skull. “I love you.” Jose chuckles, “Love you to hun.”

Kurt

You walked in with scars all over your body, the survivors came close and you flinched then growled angrily before snapping at them. So Kurt did what anyone did, he used his hands and jabbed at a relax pressure point on your body. To which you fell in his arms and started calming down.

He showed you around the manor and a few times you’d wander off and then chase after Eli because of his owl, poor seer.

In matches your skill was to assist and rescue, but when Helena was endanger you ran over and took the hit which downed you both from Percy. He walked away seeing as you both were going to die but Helena ran off and looked for Kurt uninjured.

When he found your laying body he carefully healed the wounds on until you got up casually and start panicking. “Hey hey.” You usher the two decoders to run away, but Kurt just starts hugging you and crying. “I thought you were going to die!!!”

Needless to say he worries for you, and of course he likes you. Someone who listens to his stories and likes to chase him is obviously a friend, which is why he calls you. “My precious kangaroo!”

You call him: “Tiny treasure.” Then gasp when he turns small, “Tiny.”

Hugs give him hugs- no give you hugs: y’all hug each other a lot and it’s worrisome. He’s coming around the corner, a hug is around the corner, you’re trying to scare Vera? He’s hugging and carrying your wild form away.

William

You’re the little rabbit and he’s the bull. When you first came in that’s literally what Ms. Nightingale said, “Treat this bunny carefully. She’s quite fragile.” And you have a containment badge!?

William studied you form, you were so Lillyliver. At first it freaked him out but when the match came in you were moving two times faster than anyone else, you contained the hunter for two minutes then rested for awhile when they stopped following you.

After the matches with him your blushing face made him chuckle and admire how cute you were. “She’s so cute.” He plays with your hands, of course you let him but then when he compared his hands with yours something sparked.

“I…Like you.” His face flushed when you confessed. “Same here.” You hesitated but you carefully held his hand and then leaned into it happily. “This is nice.”

“Murro is missing and I think the others are gonna kill me.” You lean on him. “You won’t die, I think they were talking about Murro. Servais referred to him as the uncivilized man once.” He hugs you close by the waist. “I hope so.”

Bath time! You cuddle him, or you both take a shower and you wash his hair in silence. He starts a conversation occasionally and of course you happily respond, he can’t help but feel blessed with how you’ll listen and respond without feeling awkward.

Norton

It wasn’t intended but canary? And a miner: how did y’all not become kindred. Oh wait because you were fragile and a decoder, he found you useless until he saw your defense, which was to screech at the hunter. It caused them to not hear heartbeats and not teleport or hear ciphers.

Of course Norton found out it drained you of your speed so he helped out. Your chippy attitude most likely cheered him up until your eagle eye caught sight of the hunter, another thing that made him attracted to you.

Sometimes you lean in and preen his hair as a sign of affection but then you go as far as to wash his hair. He’d come out a bit salty but then you peck him on the cheek and he’s somewhat calm.

Can you fly? Heck no, you actually had to slap him gently for assuming that because you’re a reincarnation of a canary. You just had weak lungs, eagle eye and you screeched when the hunter was close. How dare he, “You’re being a tweety meanie.”

Norton is stuck hugging your waist while you pout. He loves you he swears, and you love him too: which is why you always cook for him, no one else. If they want food ask momma Martha.

On some occasions you sing lullabies so he’s calm his anxiety attacks or You’d wrap a blanket around him protectively. Norton appreciates your protectiveness but, you’re literally up to his chest the height difference always made the male weak. Whenever you tried punching him it’d come out weak and then you’d cry and hug him.

Since you’re small he makes you sit on his lap or lay on him. Big spoon you’re forever little spoon, unless he asks or you start whining. To which he caves and lets you nuzzle his neck, until you preen him again. “Woman I swear- HEY!” You Nom on his neck then smooch he’s a blushing mess now.

Kevin

Okay Kevin actually was protective of you, your doe eyes and the way you held yourself showed you were capable of staying safe but each hunter was attracted to you. Mainly on account of how you represent an actual doe, you used this skill to show yourself then hide away while the hunters search for you.

Whenever they found you they ballooned you easily. He’d lasso you out and then carry you away, usually when you’re exploring the manor you’d hold his hand. Kevin blushes at this, “Are you alright?” “Yea I’m fine, just admiring your beauty.”

Who said men can’t do hair, his hairstyles are so perfect. And you love his dreads, in some cases you absolutely distressed them because they’d get messy but he reassured you it’s supposed to happen.

Now for baths. You bathe in warm water on his chest while he’s washing up, in some occasions you’d wash his back but then he’d mischievous pour cold water on you.

So bath night is rare- (not really) every time y’all leave the bathroom he’s apologizing while laughing at your pouty face.

His hat being on your head is such a huge flustering moment for him, Kevin will probably hug you. Sit you on his lap or you both are sitting under a tree with him on your lap.

“I love you.” You say happily, he scoops you up. “I love you more my precious doe.”

[smittenroses]

can i rq antonio, aesop, and kurt courting headcanons?

Courting Headcanons - Part 3

Antonio || Violinist

Being courted by Antonio is an interesting experience, as he's a man that requires a lot and little attention at the same time since his first love shall always be music, even if it no longer is able to make him truly happy.

Being a man of talent, Antonio's ideas of dates surprisingly don't revolve around that of his violin, nor a piano or even a radio, as he enjoys the silence that comes with just spending time with one another.

however because his heart does not lie in music as much anymore doesn't mean that he won't play for or with you. You get bonus points if you can play an instrument that matches well with a violin. He might be a solo act, but he adores the idea of playing to or with you.

hopeless, hopeless romantic. He is smitten, he is in love. He will do anything for you since your actions is like music to his ears, it's a melody he can't get out of his head every time you hold his hand, every time you laugh, you speak to him. It's like it was music he was searching for.

ok, while the others wouldn't really talk about marriage that much, you betcha Antonio would go the full mile getting you a promise ring, wanting to plan out a wedding, and even calling you his wife/husband/partner - only if it's far enough into the relationship and you're fine with it, of course.

he adores having you sit in his lap while he's writing music at a piano, or reading a book nearby as he's playing his violin, just having you close is adorable.

if you wear lipstick and kiss him, he will not wipe it off

the demon in his hair hates how simpy and romantic the two of you are though.

Aesop Carl || Embalmer

Aesop isn't very used to the idea of romantic affection, well, in a healthy way that is. So it would have to be you to step towards any sort of courtship or dating with him. Otherwise you might find yourself having someone talk about embalming you all the time.

Sure, he may not understand alive people, but he likes the fact that you try and prompt his interests, the best ways to make him happy have to be asking about his work, or letting him do your makeup.

he is the gentlest man ever when he makes any sort of physical contact with you and it's adorable, like he won't be as rough with corpses as he is you, instead he'll gently guide your face, he'll mutter how you're doing so well, he might even give you a gentle kiss through his mask.

given that he isn't that very good with social interaction, quiet dates are ideal for him, especially those with minimal contact, however sometimes he might reach over and grab your hand.

now, he isn't perfect; he can't deal with things such as frustration and stress well sometimes, so if he becomes overstimulated due to events, don't be too shocked that he comes to you and pulls you around with him until you're in a quiet room.

you're not his comfort person now. You bring him comfort, and doing extra things like covering him with a blanket and holding him sometimes may bring him down from being heightened.

sometimes you will need to just sit there until he calms down, and sometimes he won't even hear you since he completely shuts off - he doesn't mean to, it's just something he's used to doing.

he will try his best to make it up to you after having overload episodes, which means pushing himself a bit more than he usually does and tries to be very lovey dovey, even gives you roses in a variety of colours.

just remember to cut off the thorns since he forgets they're on there and he has a heightened pain tolerance.

Kurt Frank || Explorer

Kurt is such a lovely man, absolute ray of sunshine - sure, you had been a bit taken aback by his loud and excited nature when you first met him, but over time you eventually grew to adore these personality traits of his, and the stories he would tell you about flying blimps and exploring caves filled with gold and glittering gems.

frankly, if a day went by without him telling one of his many stories, you felt like something was wrong.

now, hopefully you're as active as Kurt, since the moment he starts to court you, you better be prepared to scale after him up and down the many stairs of the manor, and even up the sides of it sometimes, since this man rarely likes to sit down.

frankly the only times he ever tended to sit down was when he was invested in something such as a book or music, or when he was writing down one of the many adventures he had had that day in his diary. Other than that he was always bouncing all over the place.

then again, even when he was sitting, he would always be playing with something in his hand or bouncing his leg, sometimes when he's watching one of the many motion pictures that the manor had given them for entertainment, he might end up playing with your fingers your hair without even noticing himself. It's a unintentional habit.

then again even when he's not sitting down, he always seems to have your hand in his when he's around you, maybe it's the physical touch, maybe it's easier for him to drag you around the place when he had your permission to. It could even be a mixture of both not going to lie.

please, please let him give you piggy backs, he loves it when he can pretend he's an aeroplane and have his significant other pretend they're the pilot, he just adores your smile in those moments because he knows it's because of him.

Please... don't eat his cooking - he tries his best with cooking, but every time he tries to cook by himself, it always seems to end up a disaster, and thus is one of the few survivors not allowed to cook without supervision (the others being Emma [for trying to poison Freddy yet again], and Helena [despite her wanting to cook by herself and knowing how to use utensils. Sorry Helena, but they don't want you hurting yourself again])

on the other hand he will eat everything and all your cooking if he could. Nothing you cook can ever be bad to the explorer.

please give him head scratchies, he thumps his foot like Thumper from Bambi when somebody does it.

[sdr2lovemail]

You and Kurt escape from an asylum and then join a death game together

This is just 13 pages and 6.1k words of pure self-indulgence. Kurt is absolutely the love of my life and I've been daydreaming about this for weeks. I could go on forever about my Kurt Frank lore and how I interpret his character. (I know Kurt was discharged from the asylum and didn't escape but it's just for the story.) But that is a 2:30 am post for another day.

The amount of research I put into this is greater than any school project I've ever done.

I hope you all enjoy all my thoughts in story form.

Also, this is not canon-compliant as I have decided that the new IDV lore is garbage. I do what I want and now this is here.

⚔️Mod Peko⚔️

You and Kurt escape from an asylum and then join a death game together

A blaring siren rips you from your pitch-black slumber. Rising from the pathetic excuse that is your bed you try to recollect your thoughts. But it’s hard to think of anything with this shrill noise piercing your ears. What was happening? You look out your room's window to see guards running along the walls. Their weapons are held firmly in their hands ready to attack at any moment. Someone must have broken out. This place didn’t take kindly to people trying to leave.

The alarms then go silent. It was so quiet you could hear the murmuring of the person in the room next to yours. With shaky breaths, you sit back on your bed. With a hand over your chest, you try to still your beating heart.

Suddenly a scratching sound could be heard at your door. Was someone trying to break in? No, that sound was coming from the lock on the door. A sound you have heard many times. It must be a worker coming to use you as some sick example on why you shouldn’t leave before you’re discharged. Wait, it couldn’t be them. It was taking way too long for them to open that door. You could easily remember how easy it is for them to barge in. To make you take your medicine or bring you to your treatment.

The metallic clicking stops and your door is swung open. On the other side is a very worried-looking Kurt. In his hand is a medical knife. The very ones that have been used on the asylum’s patients countless times. He must’ve used it to pick the lock on your door. He sighs in relief seeing you safely on your bed. Rushing over to you he quickly stands you up before helping you to get your shoes on. Kurt then grabs your hand and starts to peer out your doorway.

“Kurt? What’s going on? Where are we going?”

“We must be quick dear. We have so little time before they trigger the alarm again.”

“Trigger the alarm? What are you talking about?”

Letting go of your hand, Kurt cups your cheek. He gazes into your eyes. “Remember all those times we said we would get out of here together? Well, that will be happening tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner my dear. The planning just happened so suddenly. Some of our other colleagues are in on this too. We have to go now for this to work.” Grabbing your hand once more, Kurt checks the hallway. Seeing no guards patrolling he begins to run out and into the maze-like hallways with you in tow.

Ducking into room after room, hiding away from guards, you and Kurt make it into the study room. Taking the medical knife Kurt rips into the worn upholstery of an armchair. Reaching inside the torn chair he pulls out two white bags. Handing one to you he pulls on his own.

“I packed these bags for us. There’s a change of clothes and some loaves of bread I was able to steal from dinner. I even managed to grab the book you love reading during free time. We must wait for the alarms to sound off again. It will give us a clear shot to get to the security room once the guards go to inspect.” Kurt brings you into a shaky one-armed hug. The adrenaline of all of this is starting to wear off. He’s getting so sleepy. But he must push for the both of you….Or he could shut his eyes for a quick moment.

Before Kurt could fully close his eyes the loud siren begins to ring through the asylum. Any trace of sleep has left his body. Giving your hand a squeeze he leans out the doorway ever so slightly. Noticing two guards run out of the security room and down the hallway, the two of you rush into the room, shutting and locking the door.

Reading over the labeled switches for the cameras was a challenge for Kurt. His mind was foggy. He was sleep-deprived from many nights spent awake planning this down to the last detail. He was going to get out of here with you. He had to take you on many wondrous adventures. He just had to!

“Kitchen….Kitchen….Kitchen….Where is that kitchen switch!? Oh, this was just like the time when Cathrine had to solve that puzzle in ‘The Tomb’.” Kurt was beginning to stress. Everything he’s worked for was about to go up in flames. Before he could tense anymore you set your hand against his own.

“Kurt, honey it’s okay. Look, the switch to the kitchen camera is right here.” Guiding his hand to it you give him a gentle smile.

Kurt gleams at you and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. He then switches the camera on and off exactly six times before stopping. Turning to you Kurt brings you into a tight hug. After a couple long seconds, he pulls away and holds you by the shoulders.

“Dearest, things are about to get hectic and loud. Any second now a fire will start in the kitchen which will lead to a few other fires to start around this place. Please, if it comes down to it, leave me here. If something happens to me you have to go on. Please get out of here for me.” With small tears in his eyes, he brings you into a kiss.

You pull away with tears of your own. Your shoulders shake as you look him in the eyes. “I couldn’t leave you here Kurt. We have to go together. Who would take me on all those journeys if you’re not here? I’ll do everything I can to make sure we get out together.”

There isn’t a chance for any more heartfelt words to be shared as a deafening explosion is heard. That must be the kitchen going up in flames. Shortly after, the fire alarm begins to sound. Taking this as his signal, Kurt moves towards the door and unlocks it. Even though the fire just started he can already see the orange glow coming from the cafeteria. Grabbing his stolen medical knife he then takes your hand and runs out into the hot hallway. Many other fires have broken out around the asylum.

Taking many turns through the smoke-filled corridors it's hard to tell where you were. The alarms were making your head spin. Kurt wasn’t any better. The lack of sleep was starting to pile up on him. Taking heavy breaths he guides you both through the burning hospital. The panicked screams from staff and patients alike began to mend together.

Making another turn you can see a missing chunk of wall surrounded by flames. That was it. You two were home-free. Picking up the pace you both dash to the hole. You were so close to freedom!

Kurt’s hand was suddenly ripped from yours. A guard tackled him to the floor causing him to drop his knife and bag. The guard drives his knee into Kurt’s side pulling a cry of pain out from his mouth. Kurt struggles to get the man off of him, he’s yelling out for you to leave.

You’re shaking. Trying to think of a way to help him. In the corner of your eye, you see something shine. It’s Kurt’s knife! You dive down to grab it and stab the guard in the hand. He falters from the pain giving Kurt an opening to kick the guard off of him. Using the knife once more you manage to stab Kurt’s attacker again. It’s hard to tell where with the heavy amounts of smoke billowing everywhere. With the guard down, you grab the fallen bag and Kurt’s hand you speed your way through the wall.

Running into the surrounding forest you don’t stop moving until the alarms quiet down into a faint whistle. The adrenaline is long gone out of your bodies. Finding a thick tree log to rest upon you both collapse into heaps. The cool night air helps to chill your heated faces. Beneath you was a layer of grass and soil. How long has it been since you were able to feel the calming essence of nature? It's been so long since you were able to breathe air not polluted by the stench of medical equipment and mold.

Your vision goes blurry with tears. With shaking arms you dig your hands into the ground, relishing in your newfound freedom. No matter how hard you try you just can’t stop the flow of tears. Noticing, Kurt comes around to your front and encloses you in an embrace. Cupping your cheek he brings your face up to look at him. Using his thumb he attempts to wipe the tears from your face.

“It’s okay. We’re okay. We got out of there! We….We got out-!” Kurt’s sentence is cut off by a sob. He can’t help it. Finally being free from that medical prison after so long. He could finally take you on all those adventures he promised. You and him could form a new story together.

Pulling away from the hug Kurt brings you into a kiss. So many emotions course through this one kiss. The weight of his body causes you to fall back onto the ground. Peppering your face in kisses, Kurt’s tears drip onto your face. You can’t help but laugh. You two were finally free.

It’s been a while ever since your escape. You and Kurt have been living together in a small one-story house. Neither of you had a stable source of income and the bills were starting to pile up. if it wasn’t for you Kurt wouldn’t remember that you guys had bills.

Coming home from a tiring day you make sure to check the mailbox. Instead of the usual bills and late notices, there are two letters with a wax seal. One addressed to Kurt and the other addressed to you. It seems that they’re from the same place.

Unlocking the door, you call out to Kurt announcing your arrival. Similar to a dog whose owner just came back home, Kurt bounds up to you with his arms open. Wrapping you in his hold he gives you a nice kiss on the cheek.

“My dear! You’re back home. How was your outing? You must tell me all the wonderful stories of your day over dinner. It's soup!... Again.” In his excitement of seeing you again, Kurt completely missed the letters in your hand. You suppose you could show him once dinner was over.

Kurt has always been a good cook. Perhaps it could be from all those times he’s moved about. Even with such limited ingredients, he’s always able to make something delicious.

“I’m so happy to hear you had such an interesting day! It reminds me of when I had to escape that cave in the rainforest…! At least I think it was there.”

He always had trouble separating his stories from reality. Having to rely on escaping to fantasy worlds during his formative years, along with his condition, it was hard for him. People had always thought of Kurt having his head in the clouds. But he felt very lucky to have you around to ground him. Reaching over he takes your hand in his own, stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

“Oh, how I wish I could take you on an adventure sooner. Our savings jar never seems to fill up.” He sighs. Between the bills you manage to send out, groceries, and the sudden damages to your worn-out house, money never stays around long.

“Ah! That reminds me sweetheart, we got letters. This one’s yours.” Sliding the letter to him you smile at Kurt. “I think they're from the same person. We should open them together.”

“How exciting! I wonder what they say. I can hardly contain myself. Let’s open them now.” Making quick work Kurt opens the letter, easily tearing off the wax seal.

Wanting to keep up with him, you take a more gentle approach to opening the letter. Easing the envelope open you begin to read the writing.

‘Dear [Name],

How would you like the chance of a lifetime?

You have always been ridiculed for being on the less wealthy side. I think that’s quite unfair. You didn’t wish to be in this position. Others think they are better than you because they are more well off.

Though I have a solution for that.

Never would you have to worry about money again. You could live out the rest of your life in comfort. All of your bills, debts, and payments could be covered. You and your darling Kurt could live in peace.

And most of all we could get those asylum workers off your back once and for all.

All you have to do is come and play our game. Once you win the game you will be showered in riches beyond your wildest dreams. Your appearance in this game is greatly welcomed. The address should be at the bottom of this letter.

We look forward to your arrival,

The Host’

“Wow! Isn’t this amazing my love? It says we could go on an exploration! And they’ll pay for it all! How hard could this one game be?” Huh, yours didn’t say anything about an exploration. Maybe they were written for a specific person’s desire. However, something about this felt off.

“Yeah…It sure is interesting Kurt. Though, uh, are you sure you wanna go? What if it’s some faulty advertisement.”

“But dearest, that's a part of the fun! Even if it is some scam it’ll be the two of us venturing out together.”

Letting out a sigh you grip Kurt’s hand. “....Alright sweetheart, we should get packed and ready to go soon.” At your words, his eyes lit up in delight. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Kurt bounds away to pack his bag.

The car ride to this mysterious manor was long. The two of you had to scrounge around what little money you had left to be able to afford the fare. Seconds after you grabbed your case out of the trunk, Kurt had opted on keeping his backpack with him, the taxi speeds off leaving you and Kurt in the dust. Coughing and waving the dust out of your face your vision clears to reveal the manor. The atmosphere surrounding this thing was enough to send a chill down your spine.

Noticing your discomfort, Kurt brings his hands to your shoulders and looks you in the eyes. He gives you a concerned look. “Dearest, if you don’t want to do this we can go back. We’ll explore another time.”

Not wanting to dampen his mood you smile. “No…We can’t go back. We used the last of our money to get here. And besides, we would have no way to call a new cab…We should go in I suppose.”

Taking his hand off of your shoulders and up to your face, Kurt leaves a kiss on your forehead, His beard scratching against your skin. Pulling away he takes your hand in his own. Using his free hand he pulls the rusted gate open. Stepping onto the manor grounds the gate slams closed behind you. Giving you a firm squeeze, Kurt gently leads you onto the path towards the manor.

Opening the doors leads to the main foyer. No one seems to be around. Walking through hallways and many different rooms you arrive in front of two grand doors. On one door there’s a plaque with ‘Waiting Room’ engraved on it. You can hear conversation coming from the other side. Pushing open the door reveals…People! Many different people sitting at and standing around a long table. The talking silences and all eyes were on you and Kurt.

One girl, a gardener it seems, walks up to you both. A cheery smile on her face and her eyes shining like gems. She begins to scan her eyes curiously over you and Kurt. “Hello there! I’m Emma Woods, Though you can just call me Emma. I’m the Gardener! Are you here to participate in the game too?” Kurt goes to respond.

“Why yes! I’m Kurt Frank and this is-”

“Huh, how do we know that you two aren’t suspicious? How do we *really* know the two of you were invited here?” A man in a green hood scoffs. You didn’t think you would be questioned straight off the bat.

Kurt’s smile had faltered at being interrupted. Though he quickly pulls a grin once again. “Well, you see we have our invitations right here. Allow me to-”

“Oh come on Naib! Don’t be so stuck up they seem like perfectly nice people. Not everyone is out to get us.” Said a burly man in a rugby uniform.

Kurt’s face had dropped completely. His grip on your hand tightening and his index finger thumps against your hand. He hated being silenced. He had to live his entire life being quiet. And these people think they can just silence him like this. Before Kurt’s mind could fall down a familiar dark rabbit hole you speak up over the two men.

“These are our invitation letters.” You hold up the letters that you pulled from Kurt’s pocket. “Please feel free to take a look at them. Though I can assure you Kurt and I mean no harm.”

Looking at the letters in your hand Naib sucks his teeth and exits the waiting room. With the tension lifted from the air, everyone either continues their previous conversations or focuses on you and Kurt. Another lady, this time wearing a nurse’s outfit, comes up to both of you with a small smile.

“I am truly sorry about Mr. Subedar. He means well I promise. If only we had known we would be getting two new survivors. We could’ve worked on getting more than one room prepared.” Survivors? “Oh silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Emily Dyer. I’m the Doctor.”

Looking over Emily Kurt gains a quizzical face. “A healer? But you are wearing nursing robes.”

Taken aback by Kurt’s unique choice of words Emily lets out a small, yet slightly stiff laugh. “Ah yes I know I get that a lot. But I can promise you that I am a certified doctor. Now back to the room situation. Perhaps we could work on getting one of you another room. I wouldn’t want one of you sleeping on a couch after what I assume was a long journey here.”

“Oh no, Ms. Dyer. That’s okay really. We share a room back home so it would make no difference if we shared one here.” You told her, minorly gesturing to your connected hands.

“I see. And you can call me just Emily if you please. Would you like some help getting to your room?”

“No, thank you, Ms. Emily! This is the perfect time for us to explore this manor. Wouldn’t you agree dearest?” Kurt smiles over at you.

“Yes, I think it would be good for us to get familiar with our new surroundings. Have a good night Emily. We’ll see you in the morning.” Turning to leave the waiting room you and Kurt venture out into the rest of the manor. Both of you miss the sorrowful look on the doctor’s face.

Crossing through many halls, doors, and staircases you find yourselves at a hall of doors. There is one door that has no name on its plaque and there’s a key dangling from its doorknob. This seems to be the room you will be residing in for the duration of your stay. Unlocking and opening the door, you enter the room with Kurt in tow.

There’s isn’t much to look at. It was a simple, small room quite similar to the one back in your hometown. There was a bed, a desk, and a dresser. Sitting on the desk were two notebooks with your names on either one. That’s strange, Emily said no one knew there would be two of you. Yet there are two notebooks here. Setting your belongings down on the ground, you both take a seat on the bed. Too tired from the long day, you lay back onto the comforter.

Opening your eyes you notice that you’re under the covers. Kurt must’ve tucked you in. Looking next to you, you see the aforementioned man. The bed is quite small, obviously made for one person, so you’re both squished together. Kurt’s cheek is pressed into your shoulder while one of his arms and legs are draped over you. You look to the window covered by thin curtains. Slivers of moonlight peak through. Bringing your eyes back to Kurt you can’t help but smile. With the comfort of your lover, you fall back into a dreamless sleep.

“Dearest. It’s time to wake up! Come on, let's go eat some breakfast.” A voice calls out to you followed by fingers stroking your hair. There’s a pressure on your abdomen that fully stirs you awake. Opening your eyes you see Kurt sitting on top of you. His knees on either side of you. “Wow! That trip must’ve really tuckered you out. You slept like a rock. Now, let's get you up. Ms. Woods said there’s food in the dining hall!” Kurt exclaims cheerfully as he rolls off of you.

He’s pulling you through the manor halls and stopping to examine any architecture he finds interesting. The dining hall is filled with the people you’ve met last night. Most sit around the table and eat. Except for Naib who was standing against the wall. It was like he was surveying the area, monitoring it to make sure nothing happened. Upon noticing your arrival many of your fellow competitors gave you greetings. Sitting at the table you notice a letter with your name on it. Picking it up, you then feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Wow [Name]! Your first day here and the two of you were already invited to your first match.” A bright boy with glasses cheers. You don’t recognize this boy. Yet he knew your name and that you were here?

“Uhm, I’m sorry but do I know you?” Your words cause him to sigh.

“I was there when you showed up in the waiting room…I even greeted you and Kurt at the door with Emma.” There was a glimmer of hope in his eye hoping that you would recognize him. However, it was quickly diminished with the confused look on your face. But he quickly perks back up, giving your arm a playful shove. “That’s okay! This happens all the time. I’ll just reintroduce myself. I’m the Deduction Substitute but that would be a really long name. So, everyone just calls me Lucky Guy, or Lucky, or Guy, or that one boy.”

“Oh well, it’s nice to meet you Lucky Guy…again.”

“It’s nice to meet you too!... Again! You should open your invitation letter. You know to see who you’re playing with.” The forgettable boy then goes back to eating his breakfast.

Breaking the seal on the envelope you pull out a sheet of paper. Unfolding it reads out the specifics of your upcoming game. It starts with very vague instructions on what to do and then reads;

‘You are cordially invited to participate in a match at the Arms Factory against the hunter; The Gamekeeper. Your fellow survivors will be:

The Magician (Servais Le Roy)

The Forward (William Ellis)

The Explorer (Kurt Frank)

And finally,...’

A firm pat on the back breaks you from the letter. Successfully knocking the wind out of you. Looking back you see who you presume to be the Forward. He’s giving you a smile that could rival the sun itself.

“Looks like we’re playing together, newbie. You two don’t have to worry, me and ol’ Servais will carry you guys so you can get a feel for the game. Right, Servais?”

“What?”

“See he gets it! Now make sure to fill up on calories and stretch before we have to head out.” And just as fast as he showed up he was gone.

With giddy excitement, Kurt grabs your hand with both of his. “Oh, this is just perfect, dear. We can win this game together! And once we get the prize money, imagine all the stuff we could do.” Unseen by both of you, Lucky Guy gives a nervous look towards you. He really does want to tell you guys. But what if you didn’t believe him? Just like some of the others did when they first arrived. And he didn’t want you guys to not trust him so he decided to keep quiet.

A few hours have passed. You and Kurt have returned to the waiting room. Unlike last night the long table was replaced with a much smaller one. Instead of 9 chairs, there were now 5. Taking your seats at the space with your name card you begin to prepare. Kurt has his hand enclosed in yours barely able to contain his excitement. You take a moment to look around. Behind you is a huge window…And for a second you could’ve sworn you saw something crawling on it. In front of you was a curtain. Though almost fully obscured you can almost make out a chair leg. A faint clinking of metal could be heard.

Not long after, Servais enters the room and wordlessly takes his seat. Not even sparing a glance towards you guys. About ten minutes pass and William joins you all. But his outfit is different from before. It looks like he came here in his pajamas. Noticing his choice in clothing Servais rolls his eyes.

“Must you always insist on wearing that silly costume? You should focus more on winning and less on your clothing choices.”

“Oh, Servais my friend. I can do both! And come on, it's my lucky skin. We can’t lose this match if I’m wearing it.” Slipping on his bunny-eared helmet he gives one last message to you all before time runs out. ”Good luck guys! Try your best to have fun!”

The sound of glass breaking signals for you all to go. Reluctantly letting go of your hand, Kurt follows Servais out a different door. After a long walk, you and William show up at a gate. Giving you a comforting shoulder shake he offers you one last good luck before darting off once the gate slides open. Breaking into a slow jog you manage to find a machine. The match invitation called it a cipher. Cautiously you begin to input calibrations, not going incredibly fast but not ridiculously slow either. You’re almost halfway finished when William pings.

‘The hunter is near me!’

Ten seconds after he pinged.

‘Focus on Decoding.”

Well, you suppose you would finish this cipher. Once it reaches around 50% you hear someone call your name. And it sounded a lot like Kurt. Looking around, there seemed to be no one. Maybe you just missed him. Going back to decoding you hear someone call out again.

“Hey! Down Here!” Looking down you see…a miniature Kurt?! “Isn’t this amazing dear! I opened my Gulliver’s Travels and shrunk down. I was even given the ability to find these pages.” Growing to his normal size he pulls out a sheet of paper. “Look what it can do!” In mere seconds your cipher was completed. How was this even possible? You knew there was something weird about this game. Before you could question Kurt, Servais shows up to scold you two.

“Why are you two just standing around? There are still three ciphers left. Go decode.”

“Oh alright! But before I do that I must find more of these amazing pages.” Kurt then shrinks down and runs off.

Running to find a new cipher you run into a worn-down shack. Somewhere on the other side of the map, another cipher is completed. A prompt shows up. ‘The Forward is containing the hunter for 120 seconds.’ Servais then pings; ‘Come on keep it up!’. So he can be nice sometimes.

The mentioned magician meets up with you in the shack. Starting to decode with you the progress speeds up quite a bit. Though he doesn’t speak a word to you.

Almost completing the cipher, the machine reaching about 80%, your heartbeats begin to pick up. The unnatural, purple glow is almost intimidating. Servais sucks his teeth and lets out a quiet groan.

“He couldn’t even be bothered to say that the hunter has changed targets. You go run and hide somewhere. I don’t need you kiting and possibly costing us a win.” Before you could respond to his harsh words he takes out his wand and continues decoding. A cloud of smoke appears and you could faintly see the outline of a man running out of the shack. Looking back to the cipher, there’s a fake Servais still decoding. What kind of supernatural place is this?

Not wanting to be caught up with the hunter you rush to a different cipher. You get far enough to where your heartbeat returns to normal. In your time of running away, another cipher was finished leaving just one. William pings his decoding progress and you decide you want to meet up with him.

You arrive at the factory. There you see Kurt and William working on the last cipher. Visibly perking up, Kurt reaches for your hand while decoding with his other. At 99% completion William tells you to stop working on it. Telling you both to wait for Servais to get hit.

‘Cipher Machine Primed!’

‘Focus on Decoding!’

“He must be a good distance away.” And with that William finished the final cipher. A siren rang out across the map.

That siren. It brought you to a place you didn’t want to be at. All that time ago. You can feel your chest tightening. You begin to dissociate. Once you come to you’re at the gate you started this game at. William is inserting the passcode into it while Kurt keeps watch. The gate slides open and William pings that it’s open. Servais is nowhere to be seen. With a sigh, William walks further into the gates.

“Come on you two we can’t stay here forever. Let’s go eat and celebrate your first win!”

“But we should go help him right? Yeah, he was a little bitter but we shouldn’t leave a man behind.” Kurt says while walking out of the gate back into the map. With his grip still in yours, you follow him out.

“No! Get back in the gate! If the hunter shows up he might get one of you. We should just take the three-man win!”

A message of ‘The hunter has changed target!’ was pinged out and Servais left through the other gate. Turning to leave Kurt’s hand is violently ripped out of yours. Looking back he’s right in front of the hunter. The eyes of its deer head glowing an ominous red. He tries to run away. He tries to make it back to the gate but he’s too far. The hook makes contact with his back striking him down with the sound of a bell.

“KURT!” You yell out for him as you try to reach him. Only to be stopped by William grabbing your arm. You try to struggle from his grasp as Kurt is lifted onto the hunter’s shoulder. You can hear him yelling for you to go. This was exactly like back then. All the way back at the asylum.

“Please calm down! It’ll be okay, we just need to leave. I can’t save him now. My football ran out and the hunter still has detention.”

Strapping Kurt down to a chair the hunter turns to face you and William. It began to swing its hook in your direction. Quickly, out of fear, you run out the gate leaving Kurt behind. It was like you passed an invisible wall. You then hear a sharp hissing sound and then the yelling starts. You stop running to look behind you, the chair Kurt was in launches into the sky. After being airborne for a couple of seconds it explodes into a colorful display of fireworks.

You were stunned. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. You’re broken out of your trance by an arm slinging around your shoulders. “Heh, you did pretty well out there. But a word of advice: you shouldn’t wait at the gate for too long, especially with a hunter like Bane.” You couldn’t respond.

All you could do is walk. Your mind felt numb. And by some mystery, you were…back in the waiting room? There you see Servais waiting at the table observing some kind of paper. Releasing you from his hold, William walks over to give the magician a hearty smack on the back.

“We were great guys, good game! You were like a kiting expert out there Servais.”

“Yes yes, I had to take over after you failed to mention that the hunter changed targets.” He then looks over to you ready to deliver a snarky remark. He however notices your shaky demeanor. “What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re probably just a little shaken up after their first match.” Going over to you he shakes you around a little. “Come on buddy we won! What are you so down about?” Thinking back to what you saw just moments before tears begin to well up in your eyes. Seeing you cry the smile drops from William’s face.

“Did…Did no one explain the game to you? Man, I'm so sorry. Of course, something like that would be traumatizing to see. You didn’t know…” Taking a step towards you William begins to explain. “I’m sure you noticed but this manor isn’t normal. When you’re sent off in a rocket chair you’ll show up back here. The host used something we really wanted to bring us to this game. But instead of riches we just get a never-ending death cycle…”

“I…I don’t…” Before you could continue the door to the Waiting Room slams open. With his chest heaving reveals an unscathed Kurt. Spotting you he rushes over and brings you into an embrace cradling your head against them.

He’s muttering under his breath. You can pick up things like ‘Can’t trust’ and ‘Not safe’. He must be having an episode. He hasn’t had one this bad in so long. William attempts to come over and console him but is quick to back away once Kurt jerks away, shaking like a leaf.

“P-please…Just go away! I…we can’t trust you!” Holding their arms up in an act of surrender the two men slowly back away. This seems to somewhat soothe Kurt. Pulling away from his hold you try and calm him down.

“Kurt? Sweetheart. I know this is very scary for you right now.” You speak in a calm and clear tone. “Would you like to go to the room and talk about it?” All he could do was nod. “Can I touch you? I’m just gonna hold your hand.” This was responded to with another nod. Gripping his hand you begin the walk to your room.

Entering the room and gently shutting the door you let Kurt walk around on his own. You don’t want to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. He guides himself to the bed and slumps over, completely exhausted. He buries his head in his hands and his shoulders gently shake. You walk up to him and begin to speak calmly.

“Can I take your backpack off? You might be more comfortable”

A nod.

“Okay there. Your backpack is on the ground next to you. Would you mind if I sat next to you?”

A shake of his head.

You sit down next to him on the bed. He immediately goes to lean on your shoulder. “I don’t want to talk anymore dearest. I just want to go to sleep…And forget any of this ever happened. It just has to be a problem for morning Kurt to take care of.” Removing his head from your shoulder he flops onto his back. He shuts his eyes the minute the pillow hits his head. There's a long moment of silence before he speaks up again. “Could you turn the lamp off? Then we could go to sleep.” He scooches all the way back on the bed until his back hits the wall. Making enough space for you he pats the area beside him.

Shutting the lamp off you walk back to the bed. Once you have lied down Kurt rests himself against your chest. You both silently soak up each other’s presence. There would be a lot to talk about in the morning. But for now, you’ll allow yourself this quiet moment.

[callmeminxx]

IDV Survivors walking in on you changing. PT 2

man, part 2- Kurt, Naib, Martha, Tracy, and William.

Kurt Frank;;  ✤ Immediately panicked once he saw you changing and shrunk to his small size. ✤ Which frankly didn't help anymore. ✤ Quickly left and locked himself in his room for 2 and a half days before he was okay again. ✤ When you got to go in there again, he had stabbed the absolute heck out of his pillow in his confinement time. 

Naib Subedar;; ✤ Used to seeing other change from army. ✤ Saw you, didn't give a damn, and asked if he could borrow your book. ✤ You panicked of course, but Naib just took the book and left, not really caring. 

Martha Behamfil;; ✤ Kinda like Naib, used to seeing others change. ✤ Except, when she saw you, she panicked and threw a blanket at you. ✤ Which makes 0 sense. ✤ Quickly walked back out after, internally dying. 

Tracy Reznik;; ✤ she's walked in on you before, so she's...quite embarrassed to be around your room when the doors shut. ✤ She needed some extra parts, which were in your clock, so instead of her almost accidentally walking in on you, she just sent a robot. ✤ Which was fine, until she remembered she can SEE what the robot sees, which made everything worse again. ✤ Hugged you afterward and cried with an apology. 

 William Ellis;; ✤ Sports guy, used to changing. ✤ Walked in, straight up said- ✤ "...Hey, your muscles are looking better lately." ✤ THEN JUST LEFT.

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Have any suggestions? Just LMK, and I’ll try my best!

[sakurayumeno]

hi!! could i request some hcs/fic or anything you feel like writing about Kurt!! THANK U IN ADVANCE, he is my very fave and I’d love to see more content of him!

Kurt Relationship Hcs.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: Aaa Kurt's so underrated! Glad to see he got an event in game about him.

Due to Kurt being an avid reader, and because of the erratic lifestyle he was born into, he never really tried getting a significant other. Sure he would think about it once or twice, but it was always a task that was put aside.

He's read romance books in the past and was always fascinated by the ways to make people swoon, as well as their reactions to certain things. Reading about it is one thing, but experiencing it is a whole other.

He has soo many cute things he wants to do when dating you! From holding hands to pillowtalk, Kurt is desperate to find out. To him it's as if he's at the rising action of a book.

Kurt is a simple man who love hand holding. He's always thought it was a cliché and dull gesture back then, never would he have guessed he'd have a thing for it too. Now he does it frequently, when talking with you, engrossed with the subject at hand. Or sometimes without even thinking, fingers intertwined and all.

Kurt likes blankie cuddles! The best times are when both of you are tired and just want to relax, he got everything ready for emergencies. Lying down on a bed or couch, he'll open the blanket to allow you to enter and become engulfed in both the warmth of the blanket and his arms.

But let's get into what he likes, which is scar kisses. Boy does this man love them. Every peck given is literally euphoric to him. He hasn't really cared about his scar to be honest, it's just a physical feature of his, who cares. Well now he does by what you do to it so that's that.

Ok not gonna lie, he gets a little down when you don't give them. If it's been a while since the last one, he's gonna pout until you give in.

Desperately wants to impress and be praised by you. Kurt needs your affirmation that he actually has importance in him. He craves the attention he never got from his parents or anyone else for that matter.

Sometimes he's too nice and puts others way before himself, specifically in matches. He can't count how many times he's body blocked for others and sometimes getting downed in the process. You tell him to stop hurting himself like this, but he just feels really bad for the others.

When you guys are at the point where you sleep together, you'll realize how bad of a sleep schedule this guy has. Like, it's horrible. He stays up until ungodly hours and reads or writes. You have no idea how he survives the next days with such sleep deprivation. Help him I beg of you.

[callmekvothe]

Could I please get some Kurt x reader who has trouble falling asleep? I know it’s vague but I really want some Kurt content here.

Kurt with a s/o who has trouble falling asleep

Reader: g/n, has problems to fall asleep

Warnings: none

Note: Yes, yes and yes, Kurt content– He's one of my mains and favourite characters + I loved this idea, so here we go!

》It wasn't hard for Kurt to find out how long it took you to fall asleep after you got into your bed and how tired you looked every morning because of this. Not only that, but it also affected your matches most of the times. Whenever he got matched with you, he'd be very happy and motivated. But seeing your state made him realize that something was happening, until he came to the conclussion it had to do with your sleep. However, he wants you to confirm it, so he'd ask you when you two are alone.

》After you tell him, he gives you a little smile and softly kisses your forehead. "Don't worry, I will try to help you, alright?" He whispers this, wanting you to know that he would do anything for you.

》He started to sleep with you more often, until this became almost a habit. He likes to get hugs, but most of the nights he will be the one holding you, slowly running his fingers through your hair after whispering "Good night, my love. Sweet dreams." Kurt tries to give you a calm and comforting atmosphere in order to make it easier for you to fall asleep.

》Of course, he loves to read you some of his stories before going to sleep. It may sound childish, but we all know the passion this explorer has for adventure books. He read his favourite one, Gulliver's Travel, so many times that you already know the whole story with all the details.

》He makes you some hot chocolate to help you fall asleep faster as he reads. Add some extra blankets, cushions and kisses to this.

》Every morning, he checks how you slept last night and he asks you if things are going better. In case you give him a negative answer, he'd immediately think about other ways to help you, no matter how. For him, you and your wellness are all that matters.

[yanderes-galore]

more love for kurt? more love for kurt! what would be some general headcannnon you have for him and how he pursues an s/o?

Of course, delusional yandere time!

Yandere! Kurt Frank (Explorer) HCs

- Kurt is usually deep in his books, so when he finds someone he likes he compares his feelings with romance novels or books he read at first.

- He's delusional and likes to daydream, so he has a ton of fantasies of you.

- He's dreaming of speaking with you, becoming lovers, having a family, he doesn't miss any details!

- He's afraid to approach you at first, a child like shyness preventing him from speaking.

- Soon he finally speaks to you.

- He's nervous and having second thoughts, he hates that he is a coward and can't even speak to you like a man.

- Yet you speak to him just fine and he eases into it.

- The more he speaks with you the more his fantasies grow.

- In the back of his mind he likes to think you two are dating, that you aren't just friends and you are in fact lovers!

- He never says it directly, but you can read it in his body behavior sometimes.

- Small nicknames, wanting to hold your hand, very long hugs.

- He isn't really a violent Yandere, just one that really likes to live in his own fantasies.

- Kidnapping, however, he may go there.

- If he takes you to the space he prepared for you, then he can really begin his fantasies.

- The room he prepares is nice, it's well furnished and comfortable.

- He doesn't want you to be uncomfortable in your new home, after all.

- Now he can finally do all the things he's wanted to!

- Cooking for you, holding you, taking care of you, kissing you....

- He's so lost in his fantasy he doesn't think of how you feel about this.

- You've been kidnapped but he just doesn't see it that way.

- He's just being as sweet as pie, like he's been your husband your entire life.

- It's eerie in a way, he doesn't understand that what he is doing is wrong.

- He's probably be a yandere that goes to jail and is just confused?

- He was caring for his spouse, what do they want with him?

- Overall he may not be violent, but he isn't entirely there mentally either.

[storyoffracturedstars]

Speak (Kurt Frank)

"And then this dragon suddenly came out of the deepest part of the cave, almost as if he was waiting for me to have my guard down." Kurt animatedly said from beside you, the two of you decoding as you offered him a small smile to indicate that you were listening. "Oh! We've hit 50%!" You watched as Kurt grinned before using his pages to quickly finish the cipher. 

He looked at you, smiling before raising his hands up for a high-five, as to which you eagerly responded to. 'Great job!' You gestured, causing the man in front of you to grin widely. He gestured for you to follow him, as to which you did.

As the two of you walked towards the next cipher, he continued on telling his stories, his tales a wide variation of all his adventures. You let out a small curious smile, amused by all the adventures that he had gone to.

You were mute however, it wasn't because of a genetic reason. You were one of the few who have selective mutism. 

It all started when you were still a child, often being told to shut up by your parents. As if that wasn't enough,  you were bullied by the people around you for talking too much. It was so confusing to you back then, and admittedly, right now. Having no idea what you done wrong.

But there came a time where you realized that they had only acted up whenever you talked. So slowly but surely, you cut it off, reminding yourself that you didn't need to speak until you didn't have to be reminded. It was exhausting for you, living a life of being barely noticed by the people around you. You wanted an escape in your life, unfortunately never really finding any.

Until you had a letter sent your way and you soon realized that this was the exit that you needed, the exit that you wanted.

And so you took it.

At first, it was awkward around the survivors, the survivors finding it really hard to talk to you. That was until you were introduced to Kurt, the man of many amazing stories. You appreciated Kurt's presence, never really needing to talk when you were around. It was a fact that you greatly appreciated. He was easy to get along with due to his easy-going personality and the smile that he always seem to carry when you were around. You never had someone like him in your life and he was the only reason as to why you can smile during these games.

You let out a silent giggle as the two of you worked on your next cipher. It was all well and quiet until you heard the beating of your heart, your eyes shakily looking up to see the Ripper nearing the two of you. Kurt, ever so busy with his stories, was innocent about what was behind him. You pursed your lips, before grabbing his hand, leading him away from the cipher.

"(Y/n), Wha---" He looked behind him and knew immediately what you were doing. The two of you ran to the safest kiting area, occasionally looking behind you to check if Kurt was okay. You gritted your teeth when you saw Jack preparing to slash the Explorer.

"Look out!" You shouted, voice hoarse from the lack of use as you pushed Kurt to safety, however with the price of your own. Your eyes widened as you felt the Ripper's blade slice through your body, the smell of your blood filling up the air. You glanced towards Kurt, the man shaking as he stared at your injured form. "Run!" You managed to scream out, causing Kurt to break out of his momentary trance and get away from your area. You stood up as the Ripper recovered from hitting you, gritting your teeth once more to try and block out the pain you feel on your back. You turned to look at him to see that he was already near you, his manic grin spreading across his face as he saw prepared himself to hit you.

You bit your lip as you prepared to be hit but felt your breath hitch when you felt a lasso around your form. You looked by your sides to see the resident cowboy, as well as Kurt who seemed relieved to see you out of danger.  You offered him a shy smile, as well as a wave, as to which brought a grin on his own.

"As much as I love the interaction between you two, Kurt you better start decoding while I bring this beautiful lady to safety."

"Oh right!" You could have sworn that you saw the shift in his expression but paid no mind to it as Kevin ran away from the hunter, all the while carrying you on his shoulder. While you were a bit uncomfortable, you allowed the man to carry you to safety. You knew that if you were placed down, you would only be a liability to the group.

You flinched when you heard the sirens go off, tensing as you willed your body to look at the hunter who now had those ominous red eyes. You hastily tapped Kevin, silently telling him that the hunter was nearing. You heard him curse before hopping on top of the window to gain distance, placing you down to hit the hunter with a pallet. He looked at you as the hunter recovered. "Run, I'll make sure to keep you safe, sweetheart."

You nodded as you ran towards the exit gate, looking behind you from time to time to check Kevin only to see the man reassuring you. Your vision grew hazy as you neared the gate, the amount of blood you were losing nearing a dangerous level. You saw Kurt and Jose waiting for you, his hands outstretched the moment he saw you. "(Y/n)!"

You reached out for him, your hands soon finding his as he pulled you towards the exit. You looked behind you to see that Kevin had exited the gate before Jack could hit him. When your group reached a reasonable distance, Kurt looked at your injuries. You let out a small smile, your vision slowly blurring as you felt your body weaken, causing you to fall forward. You felt two arms hold your body, gently laying you down before shaking you. "Hey, don't joke around like that! Open your eyes!" That was Kurt. Despite trying his best to speak normally, you could hear the panic in his voice.

"Hey, don't shake her! I know that you're scared but it will only worsen her injuries." 

You opened your eyes to look into Kurt's, a small apologetic smile lacing your lips. "I'm sorry." His panicked face was all you remembered before everything went black.

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The state of being unconscious was weird. You knew very well that you were alive but you felt as if you were floating in the sky. You were aware of everything happening around you but not seeing anything at all. You wondered how you'd be able to wake up but you knew that you would be able to today. You didn't know how but you felt it.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the scraping of the chair beside you, already knowing who had visited you. "Hey, story buddy. When are you waking up? It's been two days." Kurt frowned as he stared at you, the unfamiliar feeling of sadness creeping up on him, "There isn't anyone to tell my stories to, no one ever listens to them but you. I know I've been telling them while you're asleep but I wonder if you're really listening."

You felt him hold your hands, his head leaning towards them as Kurt silently prayed for your safe recovery. Finding the strength to finally wake up, you did. You turned your head towards the man by your side, a gentle smile lacing your lips as you looked at him. "Good morning Kurt." His head shot up, allowing you to stare into his beautiful hazel eyes. "Hi." You offered him a shy smile, slowly sitting up to talk to him comfortably. 

For once, Kurt had nothing to say, his words stuck in his throat however as soon as he came to, his arms wrapped around you. At first, it came as a shock but the more you stayed in his comforting embrace, the more you felt relaxed. 

"I missed you." He removed his hold from you, his hands were placed on your shoulders with a grin spread on his lips. "I had no one to tell my stories to, after all!"

You chuckled softly, "I'm here."

Kurt's face softened, "Your voice..."

You felt a sudden panic, hands trembling a bit as you signed, 'Do I sound bad?'

He shook his head, all the while waving his hands in disagreement, soon crossing his arms. "Who told you that? I certainly didn't. In fact, I think your voice sounds like the siren I heard once in my adventures, drawing me in and ever so pleasant to the ears." He grinned, seeming as if he told you the greatest fact he knew.

You stared into his eyes, checking to see if there were any ounce of lies. When you saw none, you let out a shaky smile as you felt your cheeks heat up, eyes closing in genuine happiness. "Thank you." Kurt grew flustered by your features, your smile seeming angelic in his eyes. He let out a grin of his own, hands scratching the back of his neck.

"Don't mention it. Now, did I tell you about the time where..."

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