Featuring: Alice DeRoss, Frederick Kreiburg, Melly Plinius, Orpheus DeRoss, and Norton Campbell (separate headcanons)
Ento note: Basically ashes of memory gang, yeah. I love them. I wrote this on the verge of passing out... First written post too!! ^^ Gender neutral reader!!!
Alice DeRoss
Goodness, she has so many pictures of you! All taken with the camera she always has with her. Where does she keep them? She definitely has a whole scrapbook dedicated to pictures of you and the two of you together! With dates and notes.
But on her person, she keeps a special picture of you in her purse to carry wherever she goes. When she has the time to herself, she often takes it out to admire you, a fond smile on her face.
It’s one where she caught you off guard during one of your dates. She thinks it really captured your natural radiance, your most natural, most prettiest smile without being encouraged by the camera… Which is why it’s her favourite!
She can’t wait to capture more of you!
Frederick Kreiburg
Frederick is considered a paranoid person, and although you may not be a secret, he doesn’t want you dragged into his problems. But he definitely has a picture of you on his person. It’s kept safely in a secret compartment of his coat; it can only be accessed by him.
So when he gets into that spiralling state, when none of his musical compositions sound or look right, a sea of crumbled papers surrounding his space— yeah, he needs something to get him out of there. So that’s with his tuning fork, the echoing soundwaves clearing his thoughts, silencing those “ghosts” …
And looking at the picture of you, the one he keeps so dear. It inspires him, the captured feelings he has for you eventually turned into beautiful piano symphonies.
You are his muse, after all.
Melly Plinius
Melly keeps you in her hat. She likes you, and she likes hats, so it’s the perfect combination. Her two favourite things in one, how lovely. In that little space inside with the stitches, so it's basically kept as snug as a bug.
It’s a picture of you on a picnic you’d set up for the two of you, a surprise from you when you tagged along on one of her entomological studies. Out of all the insect and flower pictures taken on that camera, the picture of you had to be the best, her lovebug.
However, she doesn’t always carry it—only when she travels. When she’s not, she puts it in a frame or somewhere it can be protected. She doesn’t want to lose it, it’s her favourite.
She deeply appreciates you and your sweetness.
Orpheus DeRoss
Orpheus wouldn’t keep you on his person. No, he has to keep you a secret; he has to be careful. But you are his darling lover; he has to have at least one, so he keeps your picture hidden away in a journal. Like a bookmark.
In fact, this journal is filled with a bunch of writings or poems about you. It’s all dedicated to you, all the thoughts of you he has written down while away from you. He misses you.
Maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll give and show it to you… When the time is right.
He’s running out of pages to spill his heart on.
Norton Campbell
There are two places Norton might keep your picture. Like Melly, somewhere on his mining hat, or simply in his pocket. He doesn’t have the luxury of being fancy with it. Wherever it is, he treats it like it’s the last thing he has of you, so it's definitely treasured.
So when it slips out onto the ground, he’s quick to chase and grab it before they can. He can handle the teasing and remarks of his cruel co-workers, he doesn’t care, as long as he still has that picture of you in his possession.
It’s you that keeps him going, along with… other things. He has his own goals, yes, but is it so bad to want light in the darkness of this hellhole?
Ento note: Requested by Anon! Ty for this idea… I’m not over Ganji’s summer skin he’s so fine I need him NOW iwannabesaaaved
Ganji Gupta “Batter”
When the summer lineup was announced, it was to be himself, Norton, and Fiona as the S-tiers. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to walk up to the table in such a revealing summer swimsuit, complemented with other accessories.
You can’t see his eyes due to the sunglasses, but his jaw tightens as he turns away from you, tapping William awake. He leaned into him to whisper something, nudging the forward in the rib when he showed clear annoyance.
When the match starts, it’s you who takes the first kite. You do well enough until there are 2 ciphers left, finally knocked down and lifted off your knees. But before the hunter could place you into the chair, a water ball hits them square in the stomach, making them stumble back and you back on your feet.
A light of gold flashes behind you, and you recognize it as a late use of the excitement trait. Fully expecting to be knocked back down, a bell dings, but you’re still up. You’re shoved past a pallet, making you look back to see Ganji throwing it down. He limps after you, clutching his toned abdomen… that could only mean he took the hit for you.
William was nowhere to be seen. Ganji is determined to show off to you, harassing the hunter to keep you alive, and boy, does he come in for the clutch every time you think you’re done for. God, did he look fine doing it too; he even took the final hit for you for the last cipher to pop!
The hunter ends up surrendering, and you all return back. The first thing you’re met with when you open your eyes is Ganji’s chest, your eyes moving up to meet his hidden ones. “Thank you, Ganji, you really saved me…! You were amazing!” you say in appreciation, smiling sweetly as you lift your hand to take a hibiscus flower that was tucked in your hair, offering it to him.
“For you, Ganji!” ... He wanted to ask you about the costume—but the sweet gesture of offering him a flower and your praise was the thing that made his face heat up.
Demi Bourbon “Barmaid”
You walk up to the table, taking your seat. You tug at the straps of the top, adjusting whatever was necessary. Demi looks over your rather revealing outfit, her green eyes meeting yours, and her next action will depend on you.
If you’re self-conscious about it, she offers a gentle smile, affirming that you look good, that she’ll have your back. But if you’re staring at her, thanking her for her compliments bashfully, she gives you one of her famous winks, showering you with a more sweet compliments and playful teasing before the match begins.
During the match, Demi takes the first kite and does pretty well; it is her strong suit after all. But insolence and blink have it out for her, two bells dinging at once. She drinks the mysterious Dovlin, and the hunter loses sight of her—she immediately runs around the map to find you!
Since she’s a bit tipsy, she stumbles towards you, giggling as her arms snake around your shoulders, rubbing her cheek against yours. “Y/nnnnnn! My pretty girl!” she coos and giggles, swaying with you while you decode. “Are you proud of me, hun? This is the last cipher… Focus, darling.” “Demi…! Very proud! Now help me push the cipher!”
When the cipher pops, you were expecting to have to drag her to the gate, but she takes your hand, pulling you to it. While you’re decoding the gate door, she twirls one of her white strands of hair with her finger, leaning into you as she playfully bats her lashes at you. “Can I get a kiss from my beautiful girl?”
Please kiss her; you look so hot she wants to eat you up… When the gate opens, you gently cup her face with your latex gloves, and she practically melts in your hold. Her lashes flutter shut when your lips meet, a short but sweet kiss. When you two pull away, she shoots you a wink as you lick your lips, the taste of dovlin lingering on your glossy lips. “You’re very pretty too, Demi.”
Andrew Kreiss “Grave keeper”
A gasp leaves his lips when you take your spot beside him, but instead of sitting, you stay standing, leaning on the chair. Your outfit is filled with black lace, a gothic costume with pretty red roses. You were a part of a gothic vampire essence! Despite how much it showed, he genuinely thought you looked pretty in it.
“Hi Andrew!” The pale skin of his face immediately heats up, not realizing that he was staring at you. He immediately shrinks a bit and rips his gaze from you, whispering an apology.
Neither of you are first kite, nor do you get a heartbeat. You got a friendly hunter! Not only that, but it’s Red Church night! And you know how Andrew likes this setting as the night sky graces the environment, illuminated by candle lights and jack-o'-lanterns.
Finally, you found him in a corner, decoding a cipher, decoding away. You join him, a small smile on your face. You for him to talk to you first, to get comfortable, allowing him to simply enjoy your close presence. When the cipher was popped, there was silence between you both.
“You… Y-You look… Divine tonight, y/n,” he said softly, his red eyes meeting yours. Even if a lot was exposed, he saw past that, appreciating you... for you! Though, he did struggle a bit to keep his eyes on you, wanting to be respectful. “Thank you, my sweet Andrew.”
Since there’s not much to worry about, you two stay close together, enjoying each other’s presence while the other three were in the basement for some reason. Andrew followed you around in his shovel state, popping out halfway once you stopped, looking up at you curiously.
You crouched down, gently cupping his face in your lace gloves with a smile on your face. You brush some dirt from him, something you’ve grown used to. Leaning down, you press a soft kiss onto his forehead, making his breath hitch in his throat, his pale face becoming red once again, matching the blood red lipstick stain you left on his skin.
Naib Subedar “Mercenary”
When you take your seat beside him, you hum and tap the table in front of him, trying to get his attention. But he scoffs, keeping his arms crossed as he keeps his head lowered, hood over his eyes. “What?? No costume? I think you’ll like mine!” you cheer, but it doesn’t deter him from acting like… himself. You hum and push your plate of food to him, to which he accepts, giving you a nod of gratitude.
You take the first kite, but it doesn’t go so well. Whether you got terrorshocked on purpose or not, it doesn’t matter because the motherfuckin’ mercenary is on your team.
While you’re squirming on the chair, Naib suddenly slams into it from the power of his elbow pads, his arm over your head. The hunter had left, not needing to camp… Or they just got greedy after getting a terrorshock so early into the game.
His eyes lock onto yours, his brow furrowed as he took a sharp breath of air. “We gotta go; they’re sure to be back. Getting cocky 'cause you got terrorshocked,” he said in a low, hushed tone.
His strong hand takes the handle of the chair, ready to lift it off you until he pauses, looking down at your revealing costume, added with the angle he had of you as he loomed over your form.
Naib lifted the handle off of you, ripping the cuffs off before taking your wrist. He says nothing, dragging you along with him to safety as another survivor calls out that the hunter was on them. He takes you to a cipher, and when you decode with him, you realize he had missed many calibrations. He was actually on edge, worried about you. He definitely noticed your costume and stayed close to you for the rest of the game, practically your shadow, glaring daggers around the others.
Content: Basically slice of life with Once Melly because she deserves the best — you two get ready to go outside to the forest where Melly can study! Lots of Melly appreciation 🐝 🍯 and… Well, a little bit of :( near the ending
Could be gender neutral reader but I wrote this with fem! pov in mind
Ento note: Insert the Lebron James copypasta but its with Melly… Boy oh boy, where do I even begin… I love Melly sosoososoos much… Also, I wrote half of this in December, and just added half like… Just today. Sometimes, I hate re-reading over my work when I’m done so that might be obvious… Forgive me! I LOVE MELLY PLINIUS
God, I'm so lovesick, what have you done to me? 🎶
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After a couple of years of being together, Melly had slowly eased herself into being comfortable with you. To the point where she doesn’t wear a beekeeper’s helmet around you 24/7, but just for personal comfort and habit, she still sometimes wore the hat with the white cloth over her face.
You loved her for her, not for her looks, her status, anything of the sort. Sometimes, she finds herself struggling with the concept that you weren’t using her for something, that the walls she worked so hard to build around herself were down.
You’re always reassuring her that you love her with all your heart, so it really helps soothe her mind. But those thoughts were dying; she knew you loved her.
Today, you planned on tagging along with her out into the forest. Which was mainly her collecting data on behavioural patterns, and you following along, taking notes whenever she spoke out loud, or taking pictures of the ones she couldn’t collect.
You loved listening to her talk about her interest of entomology, even if you weren’t the biggest fan of bugs yourself. Whenever you tagged along when she studied, everything you did was an act of service. Plus, you got to spend more time with her!
It was a win-win situation.
She deeply appreciates your sweetness; it always made her heart swell when you excitedly showed her a picture of a pretty ugly bug. Your enthusiasm made her happy, even if you had no idea what you were talking about.
“Are you awake?” she questioned, slowly sitting up from the bed. Your eyes met, and a smile crossed onto your face. “Uh-huh..” you replied a bit groggily.
You weren’t a morning person, but you’d always make an exception for her. “You can have 10 more minutes,” she offered, slipping out of the bed to get ready.
You happily accepted her offer, eyes fluttering shut to drift off into short sleep. However, your senses started tingling, making you sit up and look in her direction.
She was dressed; her gloves and hat sitting on the dresser. With a brush in hand, she combed through her long, brunette hair.
The thing that caught your attention was how she avoided her reflection in the mirror, her eyes glued to the dresser’s surface.
Immediately, you scrambled out of the bed, appearing behind her. Her brown eyes flickered to yours in confusion, blinking in surprise. “Is something wrong, bumblebee?” she asked with a hint of concern, the nickname slipping.
“No! It’s just… What if I style your hair this time, Mel?” you suggested, slowly spinning the dresser chair away from the mirror. “If that’s okay with you, of course,” you added, slowly tilting your head to the side.
Melly paused, now looking down at the floor.
Her eyes fluttered shut, a small, faint smile curling on her lips. “You may,” Melly affirmed softly, holding the brush up to you.
You smiled down at her and quickly got to work, gently parting and brushing through her silky brunette hair.
Now that her hair was brushed through, the tricky part was here. You reached back for the elastics and ribbons behind you, putting them around your wrist as your mind tried to decipher how her hairstyle worked.
When you’d stare watch her do her hair, you swore you understood—but now that you’re the stylist, it’s like your brain stopped working. She was truly talented.
A breathy, awkward laugh left your lips as you finished two braids at the sides of her head, now wondering what to do with them.
Melly could sense your obvious hesitation, a look of hidden amusement on her face. She didn’t even have to look at you to imagine your puzzled expression.
“You offered to do this, dear; don’t pull away now,” she hummed, wondering if you would give up.
“I did! And I won’t! It’s just…” You trailed off, leaning over her shoulder to press a soft kiss onto her cheek.
“Help me? Please?”
How could she refuse when you asked so nicely?
It certainly took a moment, but she led you through it, instructing you on what to do to braid it her way. “And…” you trailed off, too focused on the task at hand.
You looped the black ribbon around her hair in a ponytail with the braids, tying it into a dainty bow. “Done!” you beamed, pulling away to admire your work.
Melly slowly spun the chair back to face the mirror, making you pause. She stared at herself in the mirror, reaching her hand up to her hairline. She slowly pulled out a strand of hair, sweeping it across her face as she quietly looked over her styled hair.
There was a difference, but she definitely appreciated it as her eyes met yours. “Thank you, honey,” she thanked you, slowly standing up from the chair. “I think you did very well…”
She slowly turned to you, placing her hands on your shoulders. Melly wished she was as smooth as you; she was sure you already knew what she was going to do.
You were the one to initiate; she sometimes felt bad for being hesitant and awkward whenever she did it.
You were patient with her, your hands sliding to rest on her waist. The way you looked at her… With your encouragement, her soft hands gently cupped your face, her eyes slowly fluttering shut.
You felt your heart skip a beat, immediately closing your own eyes as you happily accepted her kiss, closing the space between you two.
It was short but sweet, and you could feel her pushing into you a bit, her hands gently squeezing onto your face.
Melly slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes. You always had that smile on your face when you listened to her, when you’d sit up beside her in the morning, and you wore it when you’d kiss her goodnight.
She never thought someone would genuinely look at her that way.
“… I will go downstairs and get breakfast ready,” Melly said as she stepped back, her eyes drifting out the window with golden rays. It was still early morning, and she couldn’t wait to spend the day with you outside. “Get ready, my dear.”
And with that, Melly walked up to the door of your shared bedroom. She paused for just a second, looking back at you before she disappeared down the hallway.
You quickly got dressed and even fixed your own hair, smiling to yourself in the mirror. Oh, you shouldn’t forget! Quickly, you scurried up to the closet and pulled out a small picnic basket.
You and Melly loved eating lunch together, showing each other what you’ve discovered out in the forest. Though, it was mostly Melly who took over. She was the expert after all… And the way she spoke so passionately about entomology, you can’t help but listen to her with your full attention.
The way she spoke with fluent elegance, she definitely knew what she was talking about. Damn those people who doubted her before. If you could, you would listen to her forever. But you understood that she liked to be alone sometimes in her studies.
But enough of that! With a nod, you walked out of the room and moved down the hall, passing pictures and vases of plants and flowers.
When you walked down the stairs, Melly was already standing at the front door, her bag and butterfly catcher in hand. When she spotted you through the sheer fabric on her hat, she gave you a small smile.
“There you are… I’ve eaten already, but yours is on the table,” Melly said as she tilted her head to the small table. As much as you wanted to eat with her, you understood how excited she was to go outside today. “Thank you! If you want, you can wait outside… I’ll be quick!”
Melly stared at you for a second before nodding her head. Sometimes, she wished you weren’t so… accommodating. That way, she could understand your needs in return. Even after a few years, you two were still learning about each other.
You looked down to see your favourite breakfast, and as promised, you ate as much as you could.
Tomorrow, you’ll make breakfast, you thought to yourself as you finished, taking your plate to the sink.
You weren’t done yet, packing the little treats and sandwiches you’d made the night prior into the picnic basket. You even made lemonade!
Finally, you opened the front door to your and Melly’s home, closing it behind you as you held the basket tight. There she was, under the sun, her dress moving with the soft breeze as she held her butterfly catcher.
“Melly! Let’s go!” You called out to her, a bright smile on your face.
Melly turned to you, standing there as you ran up to her. She was lost in thought, fantasizing about today already, eager to catch or discover little critters. Not only that, but when lunchtime came, she could spend it with you!
She could show and tell everything she'd found. And she had someone to listen to her, to make her feel seen and heard.
When you came up beside her, she slipped her hand to take your free one, already starting to lead you to the fence. There was a path that led into the forest, and no matter how many times she walked through it, it felt like she belonged there.
Like she was truly at peace.
Outside, in nature’s embrace… with you.
Isn’t this the better alternative?
She could’ve had this life with someone who truly appreciated her.
She'd climb up in the biology ranks and make history with her research.
Plot/Content: Before the match, you are offered a plate of shrimp. 🦐 But you consider declining it, even if it is your favourite… How do they know??
And more importantly—why in front of the others?? You wouldn’t dare eat shrimp in front of the others! Because… You don’t know how to unpeel the shell properly. And you cannot eat in front of people even if your life depended on it.
You’d rather go against opera singer, the shadow, goatman, hullabaloo—whoever is the strongest hunter here. But a certain composer notices your internal struggle, and offers to help you. <3 🦐
Ento note: Requested by anon! Me 🤝 you: unable to unpeel shrimp shells… This is why you get the frozen ones without shell🙂↕️ Also! Using Dragon hunter art makes me want to write for him… another essence au I’d like to write for is Sophia… Maybe one day! Also apologies if this is a little mid, I finished this while on the verge of passing out.
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You pulled the chair out for yourself at the table, sitting down as you yawned, tapping at the surfacewhilst you waited for the oters.
Suddenly, the strange creature that sat at the table wandered off, returning with a plate… The strange creature hops onto the table, pushing the dish in front of you. What’s this?
You look down at the plate with a surprised expression… Huh. So now it’s just you, and your beloved…
Shrimp.
Oh, how you’d been craving the seafood delicacy since… forever! How did they know this was your favourite food?
Should you… reject it? Refuse it? Why would you refuse something that looked so delicious? Well… Your reasoning was unlike the Lawyer’s who refused to eat here.
You considered refusing because you struggled to peel off the shell…. Yeah. The way you eat shrimp, you were sure they others would look at you like how they looked at Naib when he eats at those parties.
Plus, you never ate shrimp around people! It was an unspoken rule you had set for yourself.
You’d surely die of embarrassment with how you basically ripped the shrimp apart like an animal, not knowing how to deal with it properly.
Nobody else was at the table yet, so maybe you can eat in peace without humiliating yourself.
Out of curiousity, you looked over the table’s contents, the other dishes that were neatly placed in their designated spots. A bowl of cream of mushroom soup, a plate of crystal gummies, and a cup of orange juice.
You wondered who those belonged to… Well, they aren’t here yet—so it’s you versus time.
You knew rushing to eat was bad, but it will all be worth it once you taste the shrimp’s delicate flesh, the flavours melting on your tongue… with hints of shell.
You immediately took the fork and butter knife into your hands, ready to rip apart the shrimp and get it over with. Nobody was here to judge you, and you were fighting against fate, and right now, it’s just you and the shrimp ready to be devoured.
However, the world seems to hate you as you hear footsteps approaching the table, your heart dropping to the floor. And with that, the chair next to yours was pulled out, the one with the mushroom soup.
It belonged to Frederick Kreiburg, the manor’s dearest composer.
Why him out of all people? If only you were faster! This is truly a tragedy, right??? Well, no, maybe you’re being overdramatic. You liked Frederick! And maybe… he simply wouldn’t care. Maybe.
Ahh but still…! You didn’t want him to see how you ate shrimp… Well, anyone for that matter!
You really are something if this is your biggest worry here at the manor.
“Good evening, Ms. L/n,” Frederick greeted you as he settled in his seat, placing his tuning forks down onto the table. His eyes meet yours, and you are quick to break the eye contact, your eyes now glued to the table. “Good evening to you as well… Mr. Kreiburg.”
Thinking your actions over, your eyes immediately flickered back onto his, a tight smile on your face. You haven’t gotten many chances to interact with Frederick, and now was your chance. Alone…
Frederick returned your smile, and you were glad he wasn’t as put off with you as he was with the others. Silence filled the space between you two as Frederick began to eat his mushroom soup.
You, on the other hand, stared down your at your own dish, sliding the shelled shrimp around the plate with your fork. You’ve already eaten the lettuce beds for the shrimp, so now… you wait.
Yeah, you’ll just wait this out, and when the match is done, you’ll ask for the shrimp later.
It was rather quiet you had no idea what to talk about… Maybe about the upcoming match? Well, maybe not, he seemed content with the silence—
“Do you… not like shrimp?” Frederick suddenly spoke up, questioning you as your eyes met once again. An awkward laugh left your throat, an embarrassed expression on your face as you looked off to the side. “Ah, well, I do…! It’s just, uhm… you trail off, mind racing for an explanation.
Frederick watched with underlying amusement, curious as to why you were so hesitant to eat the shelled seafood. He knew you had to enjoy this dish since all of the guests here seem to have their own special accommodations, so why have something you didn’t like?
However, the composer felt like he already had the answer. The shrimp was cooked in its original state, the shell still protecting its delicious meat. Plus, with the way you toyed with your food, glancing at him with worry then down at your plate… He’ll give a helping hand; why not?
He found you exceptionally talented with your occupation, feeling a gravitational pull to you—so he wasn’t as stuck up or off-put with you. You weren’t mediocre to him… Bonus points if you’re a fellow musician. So he slowly slipped off his white gloves, setting them neatly onto the table.
“You know… If you need help, I wouldn’t mind unpeeling the shrimp for you,” Frederick offered, breaking you out of your internal panic. He raised a brow, his head turning slightly to the side, his eyes staying on yours. “If that is the issue here.”
You could feel your face burn up, blinking away. You weren’t sure why you were so flustered by the offer, mixed in with a little bit of embarrassment. He was offering to help you, and you were very hungry…
“Ah, that would be wonderful…! Thank you!” You beamed, slowly sliding your plate towards him. You nervously licked your lips, another awkward laugh leaving you. “I—I would definitely do it myself, but I am not the best at it… And…” You trail off, feeling a tingling sensation on your face. “I dislike eating shrimp in front of other people.”
Frederick gently pushed his own bowl to the side, taking your plate in front of him. A small, amused smile painted his face at your confession, a slight hum following after. “Oh? That’s certainly an interesting trait,” he commented as he stabbed the fork through the neck part.
“Take no offence, though; I mean it as a way to say I’m a little intrigued by it, Ms. L/N,” Frederick added, his focus on the shrimp. “You can watch as I do this as well, and next time, you can flourish after learning how to do so.” He added, flashing another smile at you.
Your eyes stayed on his hands as he worked on the shrimp shell, using the fork and butter knife with skill. However, your focus was more on his hands… Oh, you should probably reply.
“Oh, goodness, none taken,” you said, a returning smile on your face. “I know it’s a little strange… But again, thank you so much…!” You thanked him again in an appreciative tone.
“It is my pleasure…” he responded, his eyes flickering to yours once again before drifting down to the plate, working on tearing the shell; he was even deveining it for you! Frederick seemed to be working up the courage to add something, a pause between you two.
“I… used to eat quite a lot of shrimp at my father’s formal dinners, so this does bring me back. Maybe after I… find something, I can return again.”
You were a little taken aback as Frederick opened up to you just a little. “Really? Ah, I’m so sorry for whatever reason why you can’t join them now… And I wish you the best in finding whatever you’re looking for…!” You quickly reply, giving him a reassuring smile.
If only you knew. And maybe you will, one day. But for now, he will have to put you in the back of his mind, his goal of restoring his existence in the Kreiburg family first.
And maybe he can come back to you after he knows a little more about you in return. If you both made it out of here.
“I appreciate your encouragement, Ms. L/n… Now, let us eat before the others get here,” Frederick said as he slid the plate of shrimp back to you. “If we ever find ourselves in this situation again, I wouldn’t mind peeling your shrimp for you once more.”
Your felt your chest squeeze a little, finding yourself oddly warmed by his offer. Fighting back the urge to kick your legs a little under the table and gush about how delicious the shrimp looked, you gave him another genuine appreciative smile. “I would appreciate that, Mr. Kreiburg… Again, thank you so much…!”
“Please, do call me just Frederick,” the composer asked of you as he slipped his gloves back on, gently pulling the bowl of soup back in front of him. “And again, you are very welcome… Y/N.”
Your lips parted to speak again, but maybe it was best to leave it off like this. You nodded your head and turned to your plate, a sweet smile on your face. And with that, you enjoyed the delicious plate of shrimp with delight.
The silence between you two wasn’t awkward, it was rather comfortable. Not only that, but Frederick respected your boundary, not once looking at you as you ate.
You definitely appreciated that. Now, you hoped to be close to him… And eat shrimp with him sometime.
This was probably the most you've talked to another survivor here.
Oh, and if you were wondering who the other dishes belonged to, that would be the psychologist, Ada Mesmer, with her sweet crystal candy, and José Baden, the first officer, with his refreshing cup of orange juice.
Ento note: Happy Holidays! And good day to you if you don’t celebrate 🙂↕️ I don’t even remember what I spent all my spyglasses on, but now I can’t afford Melly’s christmas B tier… sighs. Next year she will be be mine, trust 🙏
Emma Woods “Gardener”
Emma has to think outside the box this time. She always gives you the prettiest flowers and all of the best, most succulent fruits and vegetables from her garden… Plus, it’s wintertime.
So she reverts back to her old roots of handiwork… Knitting! She spends a while working on a huuuuge knitted sweater of your favourite color(s), each woollen row a sign of her unwavering commitment to making the coziest sweater.
When she finally gifts it to you, it’s really warm and comfy, perfect for the holiday season. She even made herself a matching green one!
Orpheus DeEss “Novelist”
If you share a similar interest, such as reading, he’d give you books of your favourite genres and authors.
Actually—he’d probably write something just for you, a story he knows you’d enjoy, one that gets you more intrigued with each turn of the page. Maybe even some poems for just you.
He’d also get you a locket necklace or a watch, a piece of pretty jewellery for you to wear. You can put whatever you want in it. Will you keep him close to you?
Victor Grantz “Postman”
He’s a sweetheart, that’s for sure. He shows up at your door with a smile on his face, a bouquet full of poinsettias and red roses held out for you to take. Of course, Wick is with him too, her tail wagging as she barked excitedly behind him.
Victor is a good listener, so he always takes mental notes on things you like or things you might need. He gifts you various things, including supplies for any hobbies you partake in.
He also gifts you a new notebook that you can keep, so you can keep his written words and conversations with you!
Vera Nair “Perfumer”
Vera makes you two special perfumes. One is a pretty bottle full of scents that remind her of you, and she’s an expert at assigning people their recommended fragrances, scents that fit them. In this case, it’s a scent that’s so… you!
The other is a bottle of euphoria, but she only recommends it for when you need to ease your mind.
She also gifts you things you’d find in a gift set, full of luxurious bath and skin products. You’re dear to her, you deserve the best, after all.
Anne Lester “Toy Merchant”
Although her specialty is wooden toys, she has another thing in mind for you. When December comes, she spends a lot of time in her workshop, crafting the perfect gift for you.
Matching dolls! That’s right; she makes two little dolls, one that’s you and one that’s her. With the paid help of a certain prospector, the little hands are magnetized, so whenever they’re close, they connect!
Now with these “mini-yous” in the picture, sometimes you both switch dolls. You take mini-Anne wherever you go, and mini-you sits happily on Anne’s shelf with other stuffed animals and toys.
Frederick Kreiburg “Composer”
Of course, only something special and meaningful would suffice for his muse. At first, he thought of composing another beautiful piece for you on the piano… But let’s just say he’d never be done in time with how many times he’d restart, throwing crumpled papers to the floor.
But a bright idea flickers in his mind, and he believes it to be possible. So when Christmas Day comes, he charmingly hands you your nicely wrapped gift.
It’s a music box. When you twist the hand crank, a familiar tune comes in little bell-like notes. It’s one of the first composed pieces he’d ever written for you! Not only can you listen to the nostalgic melody whenever you want, you can also store your pretty jewellery and accessories in the velvet music box.
