is requests aren’t open feel free to ignore this, but would you be willing to write Norton (Survivor and/or Hunter) with a really loving s/o? Always bringing gifts and being almost sickeningly sweet towards him? I need to coddle him…
the manor (and norton)'s sweetheart ♡
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norton campbell (surv) + fool's gold (separated) & a sweet gn! [lover] reader <3
a/n: this request is cute!! also, i'm so sorry everyone, i can't add the 'read more' option without everything becoming a mess for some reason
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(SURV) NORTON CAMPBELL
you with your sweetness --- did you want him to faint on the spot? his heart beats so fast everytime you become so affectionate around him.
if you're a playful person who'd run off (or try to) after smothering him in tiny kisses, norton would most certainly not let you walk off like that.
'no. no pulling away, sweetheart.' --- he would drag you back into his arms --- 'i got you now, and you aren't getting away anytime soon, so sit your ass back down-'
the sight of you both is an interesting one to all. 'how did norton capture the heart of a sweetheart like you?', no one could ever comprehend the contrast in your relationship, but no one dares to bother the prospector unless they had a death wish.
norton is terrible at showing it, but he gets very flustered by your attention. baking him goods? he'll eat it with his face away from you and your tiny pastries. clinging onto him so suddenly? he'll stiffen before scratching at his neck. the thing is --- he doesn't pull away. no, he doesn't shove you away, because he doesn't want you to stray far from him.
'nnorttonn!!' squealed a voice. out of instinct, he felt tense upon his attempt at comprehending who that was. but as he looked at you, he saw the image he always did in those loving eyes of yours: somehow, you held hope and prosperity. once more, he found him asking himself: how could you be so .. happy?
he would then be hugged with such joy before being pulled towards a small couch. on the soft cushion, you rested his head against your chest, allowing him to listen to the beat of your heart.
and you began your routine, giving him little kisses on the forehead, the cheeks, on the tip of his nose, his jaw... while you often did this, it would always catch norton off-guard. 'i love you', you would say, and his ears would grow a little red again.
would he ever admit it? probably not. but he loved the sound of your heart, the way your chest lifts everytime you breathe.
'.. love you too.'
that thing you do with his hair? the ruffling, putting random accessories on the strands? he may be grumpy in the mirror, but norton loves the feel of your fingers, the way you work so gently to accessorize him.
when you tell him to be careful right before matches --- making sure he's fed well, got enough rest, and is not missing anything at all --- norton could never focus on the match itself. he thinks about you, how you care for him so lovingly. he thinks about how he loves you so very much, and he promises to himself that he will bring you something after the match.
before he began to fall in love with you, norton never cared about getting injured or hurt. but, being the angel you are, you patch him up so carefully that maybe, just maybe ... he'll purposely get a scratch here and there. yeah, he definitely got shocked on the cipher machine while throwing a magnet-- trust.
do you really think you're the winner with your sneakily-given gifts? norton will take that as a challenge especially if you are both deep into your relationship.
the prospector's expression faltered for not even a moment. the other residents remained tense at norton's ever-so-threatening facade with some talking quieter around him. he looked especially bothered. no, not bothered. heated. anticipating.
norton has just come out of the match. with (name). and that sly little lover of his ran off before he could confront them about the little stunt they pulled on him during the match minutes ago. he remembers it. oh, he remembers it well. he will never forget that cheeky look on your face as you nudged yet another one of your gifts in his arms and took off. a cupcake with a teddy bear on its icing.
he turned to one of (name)'s friends, gruffly forcing out a question, 'you know where they are. where are they?'
the poor person could only stammer, unable to even look norton in the eyes. however, as they looked everywhere, desperate to not meet norton's glare, they caught a glimpse of the prospector's flushed cheeks. 'in.. in the gardens---'
abruptly, norton stood and made his way to the said area, his steps louder than they usually were, his strides quicker.
yeah, you're on. prepare yourself because you're going to run out of breath real fast once he rains a million kisses on you.
you know how you know? because norton's ears flush after you express your love to him. you catch the slightest glimpse of them just before he tries to lower his hat just enough.
norton doesn't deny the fact that it was you who gave these gifts to him everytime someone points it out. he may be irritated if someone yells it out: ' ohhhhh, norton, was it your sweet sweet lover who gave that/those to you? ', he would only glare at them, ' so what? is that a problem? mind your own business. '
norton stores all the things you give him. he has a cabinet, a box, or any nice little container that holds all your given trinkets. there was one time you walked in on him organizing it. never have you seen him panic so hard.
norton 'tries' to show his love like you do. he will send you secret gifts (he knows about your interests, and yes, he listens to you<3), write you those silly little letters you'd squeal at, and hand it to you nonchalantly. 'yeah, yeah... just keep it.'
you, being the sweetest among all, almost always invite him to cuddle. or rather, pull him to cuddle. and while norton can be stubborn and grumpy at first, he relaxes into your hold. before you realize it, he's clinging onto you (subconciously) while your fingers comb through his hair.
during these cuddle sessions, norton falls asleep quickly. and he is irritable when he wakes up, so trying to leave his grip will be rather useless. he will keep you there unless you really, really need to go. you dared to be so loving to him, so you will receive it.
norton views your sweetness as a beacon of light; he will do anything to keep your sanity in the manor you're both suffering in. if someone tries to destroy your loving spirits, well, you'd never hear from them again.
'they're so odd', one of the residents chimed. 'being so loving like that-'
that was the last sentence they ever said.
FOOL'S GOLD + SURV! reader
fool's gold gets all wide-eyed everytime you pull one of your little kiss-attacks on him. 'climbing a stool of sorts just to do all of that--- what was your motive?'
.. but after that, fool's gold laughs mischeviously. because you're next. and if you thought his survivor form was ruthless when 'paying you back', then double your efforts at getting ready for fool's gold; he will coddle and love you to the max.
knowing how you're so happy all the time, fool's gold wants to make you smile more by taking the items that survivors leave in matches when they get eliminated. it would be the most random assortment: perfumes, elbow pads, flashlights, flare guns--- with all of these in hands (let's pretend he can carry those things without struggle), he makes his way to your room. on the way, he smiles all to himself thinking about how you would react seeing the things and how you would throw yourself at him, hugging and cherishing him all night.
it may sound silly, but from time to time, fool's gold would pluck a flower or two for you when he finds one during a match. he tries his best to keep it all pretty before giving it to you with a proud expression, bloodlust gone from his eyes.
fool's gold gets upset when he comes back wounded from a match. and much like his survivor self, he comes to you in hopes of being healed with your gentle, loving hands. he knew you'd tell him your sweet little words, your whispers enough to sooth him for the whole week. he doesn't talk all that much during it, but he demands attention through other ways like purposely playing with a bandage, nudging a hand on you, and taking your little medical supplies.
(this one is similar to the other headcanon i wrote!) everytime you approach him with that giddy little expression on your face, fool's gold immediately takes you into his arms, letting you sit on a forearm, another hand on your back while you lavish your attention at him. however, once you're in his arms, you might not leave for a long while especially if he finds a sofa of some sort. he'll trap you there and give you the same love.
very random but fool's gold really adores nuzzling his nose against yours; it makes his heart flutter crazily, with how adorable you look and feel <3
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