Norton Campbell is the type of boyfriend who initially struggles to find peace at night. He lies on his side, his back turned to you, muscles tense and restless. The shadows in the room seem to mirror the turmoil in his mind, and you can sense the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. It takes time for him to unwind, the silence thick with the echoes of his past.
But as the night deepens, a shift begins. You feel him gradually relax, his breathing becoming steadier. He turns toward you, and you catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes before he pulls you in by your waist, guiding you to rest against his chest. The warmth of his body envelops you, and there’s a sense of safety in the way he tugs you closer, as if he’s claiming the moment for both of you.
Once you’re nestled against him, he often lets his hand slide to your thigh, the weight of it grounding him. His fingers linger, tracing soft, deliberate patterns that send shivers up your spine. Sometimes, he’ll slip his hand under the hem of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin, igniting a gentle spark of intimacy. It’s a silent exchange, a way for him to connect with you deeply, feeling your warmth and letting go of the chaos outside.
As he buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, you can feel the tension in his body fade. He finds solace in your closeness, his breath warm against your neck, and you sense how much he craves this connection. Occasionally, he’ll shift slightly, urging you to lean deeper into him, his arm wrapping securely around your waist, pulling you even closer. It’s possessive yet tender, a protective embrace that makes you feel cherished.
When nightmares stir him from sleep, his body tenses again, but your presence acts as an anchor. He instinctively pulls you closer, his hand tightening on your thigh, fingers digging in just enough to convey his need for comfort. In those moments, you whisper soothing words, and he leans into your voice, drawing strength from your closeness. Your heartbeat becomes a steady rhythm that calms the storm inside him.
Eventually, he relaxes again, his breath evening out as he drapes his arm protectively around you. In those quiet hours, you’ve created a cocoon of safety where he can finally surrender his burdens, if only for a little while. Being wrapped in his embrace, you know that even through the shadows of his past, he finds light in your presence, a quiet intimacy that binds you both in a world that often feels chaotic.
Hi hi hi can I request Norton being jealous, maybe during Nurse Reader's stay in the manor(because she's taking of Alice), Orpheus might interact with Nurse Reader and Norton who keeps his eyes on Orpheus when he's near Nurse Reader.
Green-Eyed Reflections
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At first, Norton is completely oblivious to his own feelings for you, with all that has happened during his past there are guaranteed to be a wave of mixed feelings, assuming that his gruff and cold demeanor would keep any potential attachment at bay. He does hold a soft spot for you yet at certain times he never really knows how to deal with them nor what to think.
You are a person who gave him some hope. A woman who showed him genuine kindness, something that was so foreign to him back then, he thought you were mocking him at some point but found himself slowly melting at your soft actions. Who knew the tender touch of a woman can make a man so vulnerable and weak.
He shouldn’t be attached to you. You’re higher than him. He should hate you….but he couldn’t , it sometimes pisses him off. You sometimes piss him off. Yet why does he hate it when other men interact with you?
Those men back at the mines always had something to say about you..or more like something to say about your body & he never liked that. It made him possessive and that scared him.
However, as he observes your interacting with Orpheus, he begins to notice a sense of discomfort and irritation bubbling within him, which he can't quite understand or ignore. That man seems to be lingering around you more often, either greeting you whenever you both cross paths or simply inviting you for a stroll.
Whenever Orpheus is around, Norton finds himself unconsciously keeping a keen eye on him, almost as if he's trying to gauge the nature of his interactions with you. Why was that bastard near you?
Norton's typically stoic expression shifts into a subtle scowl whenever he sees you and Orpheus conversing, and he can't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him, a feeling that he's entirely unfamiliar with.
As the days pass, Norton becomes increasingly snappish and irritable, often finding excuses to interrupt any conversations or interactions between you and Orpheus.
coming to terms with his unexpected feelings for you, his jealousy becomes more evident in his actions and demeanor.
He finds himself becoming increasingly possessive, often hovering nearby whenever you and Orpheus are in the same vicinity, his eyes subtly narrowing as he watches your interactions with a mix of apprehension and frustration.
Norton's usual gruffness is amplified, and he becomes prone to making biting remarks or exhibiting a short temper whenever Orpheus is around, unable to fully contain the jealousy that simmers beneath his exterior.
When Orpheus unexpectedly kisses your hand in greeting, Norton's reaction is immediate and visceral. His jaw clenches, and a flicker of anger flashes across his usually stoic features as he struggles to maintain his composure.
It doesn’t get better when you smile sweetly or giggle at Orpheus’s gentlemanly actions.
Despite his best efforts to conceal his reaction, a palpable tension radiates from Norton as he observes the interaction, his fists clenching at his sides and his gaze hardening with a mixture of protectiveness and insecurity. After the encounter, Norton's demeanor remains noticeably strained, and he withdraws into himself, grappling with the conflicting emotions that the incident has stirred within him.
He finds himself unable to shake off the lingering unease that stirred within him. He becomes more preoccupied with thoughts of you, especially when you're alone in your room.
Norton finds himself instinctively drawn to your door, his usual determination and stoicism giving way to a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty. He hesitates outside your room, grappling with his internal turmoil as he debates whether to approach you.
Ultimately, Norton's concern for your well-being and his growing feelings for you override his usual reticence. He tentatively knocks on your door, his typically gruff voice softened as he inquires about you. Finding himself surprisingly eager for your company.
Upon entering your room, Norton's demeanor softens, and he finds himself opening up in a way that he rarely does with others, revealing a more vulnerable and genuine side of himself. It made you melt at his trust in you. He is after all a broken man who lost too much & only needed a tender touch to heal him.
The atmosphere would be quiet and calm, with Norton pulling you on his lap once he sat on your bed. He would hold you still by your waist and hold you closer to him, dragging his nose across your neck. Which looked very tempting and soft…..but he held back , taking in your sent.
And as usual you would let him do as he pleased, gently running your hand through his hair and slightly massaging his ears and the back of his neck. He always loved when you do that whenever he was stressed or anxious. It calms him down.
He never shows it though…
But now is a little too early. He can hold back for now. He has too, no matter how tempting you looked, if he steps up…he fears he may not be able to hold back…
Hello hello I've been wondering what would Nurse Reader reaction if she saw Fool's gold?
Like face to face not a hallucination
A Broken Man
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When you encounter Norton in his darker form, your reaction would likely be one of shock, fear, confusion and possibly unease. Norton's transformation would present a stark contrast to his previous appearance, causing you to feel unsettled and apprehensive. You might experience a sense of betrayal or confusion, as you would struggle to reconcile the familiar character of Norton with his newfound monstrous nature. Depending on what he does and says, your emotional response could range from sadness & sympathy for Norton's plight to a heightened sense of tension and anticipation, as you would wonder how in the world he got in this situation or who hurt him. Moreover your actions would be to relax your panicked feelings and try to approach to comfort him and bring him back to his senses.
In the fading light of dusk, you find yourself running through a dense, burned out forest after patching up Orpheus, he was heavily injured almost as if someone dug pickaxe in his shoulder, the air thick with an otherworldly stillness. As you navigate the winding paths, a sense of melancholy weighs heavy on your heart, you haven’t seen Norton since yesterday…
Lost in thought, you stumble upon a secluded clearing adorned with a wide firepit. As you approach to get some warmth, heavy thudding caught your attention. your eyes widen in disbelief at the sight before you. Emerging from behind a wall was the hunter…who looked strangely familiar…
It couldn’t be right?
Caught off guard, a rush of emotions floods through you, Your heart aches at the sight of the creature who resembles the stubborn man under your care…Norton's plight, the anguish in his eyes mirroring the turmoil within your own soul. Despite the fear and unease that threaten to overtake you, the depth of your feelings for Norton refuses to waver.
Gathering your resolve, you step forward, your every movement fueled by a potent mix of angst and unwavering affection. As you draw near, you reach out to him, offering a reassuring touch, though he did not move…he seemed to be confused and….angry…
As you reach out to Norton, your heart racing with a mix of trepidation, you are met with a moment of hesitation in his haunted eyes. A flicker of surprise dances across his distorted features, and for a fleeting instant, the anguish etched into his countenance softens as he registers your unwavering presence.
Slowly, almost tentatively, Norton's monstrous form begins to relax, his towering figure slumping almost imperceptibly as the weight of your touch and the depth of your emotions wash over him. In that fragile moment, a hint of vulnerability pierces through him, and you sense the fear; confusion in his eye
“ Norton…”
He doesn’t reply but only continues to watch you.
As your hand makes contact with his, a tremor passes through Norton, his monstrous facade flickering in response to the warmth of your touch. The anguish in his eyes softens, and a fragile sense of calm settles over the clearing. It’s much bigger than yours and very hard but soft at the same time.
With each passing moment, you offer quiet words of solace, your whispers carrying the weight of your emotions, weaving a fragile tapestry of comfort and understanding. Your steadfast presence becomes a tether for Norton, grounding him amidst the tempest of his affliction.
Norton slowly lowers down and Sits on the ground, grabbing you by the waist causing you to gasp slightly at the sudden touch, and held you in place infront of him, probably trying to process the situation. You seem familiar…and your smell is quite soft and comforting.
…too comforting
You let him do as he pleased. No wonder what might happen if you anger him.
you find a wellspring of courage and continue your fingertips along Norton's stiff form, your touch soft and deliberate, Starting from his arms, you run your hands along the rocky skin, your touch a gentle caress that seeks to soothe the rages within him. As your hands trail upward, you feel the weight of his affliction, yet your resolve remains unshaken,
Slowly, your touch finds its way to his shoulders where his flesh was slightly warm, rubbing and massaging the tension in his body. Norton would slip out a quiet sigh here and there. Seems like he’s enjoying it.
Gently, your hands find their way to his chest, which made him grunt slightly, yet never made a move to stop you from caressing his dull skin.
Finally, your touch finds its way to his neck running your fingers along his pulse; reaching his ears giving them a little attending before going to his face, your fingers tracing the haunting contours with a delicate reverence. Cubbing his cheek, grazing your thumb in small shapes. You couldn’t help but pinch them. Giggling slightly as you do so.
Norton however tugged your waist, which made you yelp, cutting off your cooing. His grip tightening a little too hard for your liking. A growl warning you to not get too carried away.
You shiver slightly taking in his form again, your gaze meets his; he remains still, eyes locked with yours. Trying to lighten up the mood you reach up to play with his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks. As your fingers weave through his hair, a subtle shift in the air catches your attention, and you feel Norton draw closer, his presence a tangible weight against your skin. A nervous flutter stirs within you as he leans in, his breath warm against your neck as he takes in the unfamiliar scent that surrounds you.
Dragging his cold nose across the skin of your neck…Norton growls.
Heyy i really love your soul weaver fic, I was wondering if you could do an angst fic were edgar and his s/o get into an argument before his s/o match and before edgar can make up with them they end up dying during said match,,,
Thank you so much ^ ^ and of course, hope you'll enjoy it^ ^
Warning: angst, mention of death
Characters: Painter (Edgar), Embalmer (Aesop)
Edgar couldnt believe it, you just couldnt be gone, not even when Aesop was embalming you and he stared at the deep wounds that had caused your life to slip away it just didnt feel real to Edgar and it all became worse when Aesop finished embalming you, you just looked too peaceful to be dead. Edgar got up from his chair and walked over to the table your now stiff body was laying on "Edgar I dont think..."the embalmer started but was cut off by Edgars scoff "dont tell me what to do" he snapped at Aesop who only took a step back, he knew how Edgar was and assumed this was his moarning progress so he decided to simply allow Edgar to stay here with you, without saying a word Aesop left the room, hearing the door close Edgar shoulders drop, were you really gone? He shook his head, no, you couldnt be you just look asleep. He gently cupped your cheek with his trembling hand, he excpected to feel the warmth that would feel his heart with joy but he only felt a strange coldness he had never experienced... No... a single tear ran down his cheek as he gently placed his head on his chest only to be met by silence "Y/n no...." he weakly whispered as he felt his knees getting weak, where was the sound of your beating heart, the sound that would lull him to sleep every night?
Slowly lifting his head he stared at you, your eyes were closed as if you were asleep, your skin was still pale despite Aesop adding reds to make it seem more life like, your plush lips slightly curled upwards in a slight smile... He felt sick to his stomach, he would never wake up surrounded by your warmth, you gentle voice would never praise his paintings or himself, your warm touch would never caress his skin again and maybe worst of all he could never make you smile again, the same smile that would make his heart melt; It was all gone, cruely snatched away from him by this cursed game and manor. He clenched his first in anger, how could this manor dare to snatch you away from him?! All his emotions came crashing....He felt so many emotions at once it was dizzying, he felt anger, sadness, guilt and discussed, he was discussed by himself this very morning the two of you had fought, it wasnt unusal for the two of you to have an argument but it had never crossed his mind that you'd just be gone one day... He collapsed onto his knees as tears were running wildly down his face and sobs echoed through the room as he helf your hand tightly in his pressing it against his forehead and just begging for this to be a nightmare, tho if it truly was a nightmare he yet had to wake up from it...
You were now buried in red church cemetery, Edgar chose this location since he always fantasize about marrying you here as the others watch you entangle your future with his, he always thought this would be a place the two of you would remember for promising yourselves to one another never did he thought this would be a place of dread, a place that would bring Edgar a bitter taste in his mouth and make his eyes whell up in tears. He was the only person at your grave still, he was sitting down in front of it and staring at the engraved cross that spelled "y/n l/n" not "y/n Valden" questions arose in his mind, would you have even considered marrying him or would you have been turn away by his arogant personality? Was your death quick and painless? Were you thinking of him when you took your last breath? Or were you thinking about the fight that happened just a moment before your match started?
Edgar has never apologized for any of the fights you had... well never apologized in the way of asking for forgiveness but after every fight Edgar would just be more affectionate and soft with you, he'd barely even complain about anything. Looking up at the sky he let out a shaky breath "I was such an asshole Y/n... Im sorry" not the most romantic apology but he meant it, he felt so angry at himself for not treating you better but he just didnt know how to treat you better. He truly hoped you could forgive him one day for the way his ego had blinded him into treating you like you were bellow him... He could never accept those day, his muse, his soulmate had been taken away from him so cruely... He knew you'd want him to move on and be happy but he would never be happy without you, tho he knew one thing, he'd need to ensure the world would never forget your beauty and kindness, even if he'd be forgotten he wouldnt care for as long as youd live on through his paintings.
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Characters: Soul Weaver (Violetta), Cowboy (Kevin), Y/n (reader)
Warning: angst
Summary: You and Violetta were at the same freak show and you bonded together yet she was sold away by Max, she had always been thinking about you and on a faithful day you join the manor and are reunited but you fall in love with Kevin Ayuso
Even tho years had passed Violetta was still thinking of you, of your kindness and gentleness. She met you at the freak show and you were the only one to show her, her own worth yet you were taken away from her when Max the ringmaster, her adoptive “father”, had sold her to a 3rd hand freak show. She remembered begging him to let her stay, that she’d do better, you were holding her so tightly not wanting to let go, the both of you were crying, despite being young you didn’t wanted to be torn apart from one another yet here she was, praying that she could win the game and see you again, she wondered how you’d look like yet she knew you’d just be stunning, she wonder if you’d remember her, if you’d embrace her... all of these thoughts made the female shed a few tears, thinking about you brought so many emotions that Violetta couldn’t even begin to understand.
She never expected you to come at the manor but when she heard your name her heart raced, was it really you? she wondered as she carefully stepped in front of you and looked up, her eyes were burning as she struggled to keep her tears from falling down “Y-Y/n from the f-freak show?” her voice was barely a whisper tho you heard it as clear as daylight “Violetta?!” you asked quickly dropping onto your knees and pulling the female into a tight hug, she paused for a moment before tightly wrapping her arms around you “Y-Y/n you’re here!’ she exclaimed as she finally allowed her tears to fall and quiet sobs to escape her lips, she didn’t care if anyone saw her all that mattered was that she had you back, for as long as she was with you the others could throw rocks at her and cuss her out and she would pay no mind to it.
Whenever Violetta was matched with you you will get a guaranteed draw, she would simply find two people to chair then spend the remaining time in the match with you talking about everything and anything and just goofing around, Violetta has always cherished those times and always will because it was time spend with you, her sunshine as she liked to call you
Days turned to weeks and weeks into months your bond with Violetta had only grown stronger, often times the two of you would just cuddle and fall asleep together, you were the only one Violetta would allow to touch her whenever she is out of her weaver costume and has her mask off. Tonight was no different, you had your arms loosely wrapped around Violetta’s thin and small frame while she wraps her arms securely around you, her prosthetics were slightly colder but you didn’t really mind because you just enjoyed spending your time with with Violetta yet you were never aware of her feelings for you, you’d never notice with how much adoration she look at you, how gentle she was with you or how her heart would race slightly whenever you’d just speak her name and so you started falling for someone else, Kevin Ayuso a flirty yet lighthearted cowboy who could make the gloomiest of days light up with only a smile. Your arms slowly let go off of Violetta as you sat up causing the female to give you a confused look before unwrapping her arms from around you and sitting up with you “are you okay y/n?” Violetta asked her voice laced with concern “Of course I have just been thinking about confessing something to you...” you trailed off as Violetta’s eyes lit up slightly, were you going to say those three words that she had been meaning to tell you for god knows how long? Would you finally ask her to be yours? Her heart was racing slightly as she could only give you a nod, a lump forming in her throat preventing her from making a noise “Well you see Violetta... ever since I joined this game I started to develop a crush on someone. Kevin and I have been meaning to confess to him for quiet a while now because you know, you gotta confess to someone before anybody else does” you slightly joked at the end chuckling at your own joke yet Violetta’s heart stopped for a moment before she felt like it was shuttering inside her chest yet she didn’t show it, she forced herself to smile more and nod. Her eyes started to lose the light they held as she looked up into yours “If there is anything I could help you with please let me know” she clasped her hands together yet you only shook your head “I think I’ll go to my room I remember I have some unfinished work to do” Violetta said as she stood up tho you grabbed her wrist “Violetta is quiet late... I think its better for you to do it tomorrow and rest for now” you said yet the female only shook her head “its urgent” she said as you let go off her wrist and she quickly exited your room. Once she closed the door to her room she couldn’t help but break down, tears were rolling down her face as she covered her mouth with her prosthetic hand muffling her sobs so if anyone passed they wouldn’t hear her, why did she even believe an angelic person like you would ever catch feelings for a freak like her how foolish of her to believe that yet she was still going to be there for you just like you were there for her at the freak show.
When you confess to Kevin she was there, on the outside she was smiling yet on the inside she felt like she was breaking more and more, when you told her you’d rather spend your nights with Kevin more rather than her she accepted it with a smile but from then on the nightmares that plagued her came back but worse. When you said you’re gonna do a pretend wedding at red church and wanted Violetta to be by your side she agreed, when you told her you’d appreciate it if she would attend the wedding without her weaver costume she nodded and quickly got onto working to make herself a dress for the even. Even now when you and Kevin are saying your vows she is smiling even tho she just wants to cry, to tell you her feeling for you... she knows she is too late but at least you’re happy that’s all that matters to her, you’re smiling and laughing, you’re happy so she wouldn’t dare say a word. Once she was all alone in the church she finally allowed a few tears to roll down “I truly thought you loved me” she whispered to herself
