?.. Sweetheart | Identity V x reader 「ONESHOTS」

↳song suggestion:  Mother Mother - Ghosting 

Genre: Platonic ♧ 

Note: Y/N - your name, L/N - last name 

Reader: they/them ─◌✰್ 

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(Y/N) woke up in the break of dawn, their breathing was inconsistent, their heartbeat quicken as they tried to calm down after experiencing the what seems to them was almost like...death. 

You could say they are an oneironaut, yet it wasn't so pleasing to them, it would make them gag thinking about it from disgust. At first, they too thought it would an enjoyable thing; to dream and venture into a world of your own mind and is in complete control, some parts of it is fun but most of the time (Y/N) couldn't wake up from their dreams. They dream in a regular basis and would often write the dreams they remember in full detail, on this particular day what happened in their head was a lucid dream however it isn't so blissful as the rest. 

Quite...terrifying to say the least. 

Remember when (Y/N) couldn't wake up from a dream? In their notes, they explained that they know they are dreaming but that wasn't enough to make them actually wake up, they'd bang their head or slap their face and still nothing. In order to wake up, they'd scare themselves by allowing themselves to die in their dream to just open their real eyes, scary but it's the only way they found to set themselves apart from fiction and reality. You could probably guess right now that sometimes they are mistaken some dreams of their with reality. In simpler words, they're a dreamer. 

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They closed their eyes and sighed deeply, the covers hiding their legs as the familiar sight of their own room in the Oletus Manor reflected back at them. A slight stinging feeling irritated around their abdomen where the murder from their dream had stabbed them, it doesn't truly pain them more of irritated them so they ignored it and continued to prepare themselves for the day since going back to sleep would be a pain after the dreadful nightmare, plus it'd bring them a headache if they oversleep. Closing their bedroom door they walked towards the kitchen from the empty corridors of the manor, their soft footsteps echoing from behind as the orange ray of light from the rising sun illuminated the place. 

"You're up early," a voice nearly muttered from behind while they grabbed a glass to drink on, shifting their attention to a tall and slim man approached the kitchen with his usual grey uniform and mask, his white hair tied into a small ponytail while the rest of his small locks of hair fell over his pale skin from his face. It was none other than the embalmer, Aesop Carl. "Just an early bird," (Y/N) lied taking a sip from their glass "Bad dream?" Aesop straight out asked, he is indeed not that fond of the living and prefers the tranquility of the dead yet here he is attached to this person from the moment his eyes were fixated from them. What was about them he was so interested in to the point he isn't the typical silent person he was? 

He still thought about which ones of the survivors would do great as a corpse however he never thought of that to (Y/N), instead he thought about protection, he wanted to shield them to just have them in his embrace just like what they did to him during their free time together. It always makes him think, since then they were as clear as glass to him. It was no surprise that (Y/N) and Aesop quickly got close one another, their relationship was just a simple friendship. Whatever it may be one thing is for sure is—his thoughts was interrupted by a voice. "Am I that easy to read?" (Y/N) titled slightly their cup of water followed by a nervous chuckle, their face says it all, whatever they had dreamt about was still lingering in their head like a moth flying aimlessly towards the light of an oil lamp. "To other's probably not. But to me, yes," he stated darting them a very worried look. 

They were silent for a brief moment, the morning sun slowly making it's way towards the sky, its light shining against the back of (Y/N) as the shadows casted in front of their puzzled face. Even though they looked like in their most worse with their semi-bed hair and all, Aesop still found them stunning since (Y/N) was still the (Y/N) he knew and loved. They wandered aimlessly in their own mind on how to explain their dream to him pretty early in the morning, if they had only brought their dream journal with them they'd just hand that out and let him read their notes of their most current dream (which was this) but alas, they left it on their desk back at their private room. 

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After what seemed like an hour while Aesop patiently waited they let out a deep sigh, explaining (and finally finishing their glass of water) their dreadful dream that jolted them wide awake. "There was you, me and the others outside the manor..." they started scratching their neck, leaning against the kitchen counter while he sat on a near-by chair "For some reason the game never existed, we were living peacefully. All of us," they continued now fidgeting with their fingers, a sign of nervousness. They paused a little before speaking once more "Then...a monster in the middle of the night. I can't really explain what it looked like but... But the closet thing I can describe it was...a demon," they hang their head low recalling it's undefined figure amongst the darkness of the night with only it's red eyes, sharp teeth and gruesome horns pierced through the dim surrounding. 

"It had this...awful screech while it was chasing us through a forest.." they covered their ears, remembering it screaming bloody murder at them and dream Aesop as they both printed towards the crowded trees in attempts to lose whatever the monster was. Them the prey, it as the hunter. Just like the game they play in the manor. Aesop wrapped them around his arms and patted their back while their head was on his chest, they wore a petrified expression as they held their chin up to look back at the embalmer. "It was terrifying Aesop.." they stammered as he comforted them. "I can still recall it so vividly. If felt so real. It felt like we were going to die," they weeped, their breathing once more was inconsistent as the memory of the demon flashed before their eyes. "You got caught by it first..." they added hugging Aesop back with tears streaming down their cheeks "Before I could save you it stabbed me by the stomach.." they finished with a soft cry before wiping the extra tears left behind. 

"And that's when you woke up?" He asked, his mouth covered by his mask. (Y/N) nodded, unwrapping their arms around him then giggle "Saying it out loud now makes me feel dumb. Crying over something like that," they admitted with a grin "Silly me." Though he has his mask on, they got a feeling Aesop frowned at them as his eyes soften so did his shoulders "Maybe stupid, but it's better to...let it all out, right?" (Y/N)'s face lit up from their former gloomy expression when they heard those lines escape his lips "Just like what you told me," he added his eyes would land anywhere but her's from embarrassment since he is still new to this comfort thing. "You took my advice!" They drawled enthusiastically, grinning at him from ear to ear making Aesop's already flustered face even more red.  

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At least (Y/N) had calmed down about their dream and is back with the usual energetic and optimistic person he knew. 

(Y/N)'s laughter echoed through the kitchen walls, it sounded so nice and angelic to him he really didn't mind despite their constant teasing "But really Aesop.." they tugged over his sleeve their face gazing in the floor. Since loomed once more before they spoke "You've done so much for me. You've been here I my worst days and my best. Thank you, for everything!" They gave him a sincere smile which made him blush under his surgical mask "Just repaying what you done to me..all these days.." he stuttered under his breath. 

(Y/N) got a glimpse of the time and instantly became stiff like a board. "I'm going to be late for a match! Bye Aesop and thank you!" Before he could speak they were already sprinting towards the door making Emma and Fiona shell-shocked on how quick they were, Aesop could only silently wave watching their figure dissappear. "Are they using William's football?" Fiona joked fixing her now messed up braid "Was (Y/N) in a hurry?" While Emily questioned Aesop whom gave her a nod, no more words exchanged as Aesop left as soon as he finished his meal. 

One thing that is certain for Aesop is that if they ever get to finish the game together, he'd still wish to keep in touch with them and be there for them like they were for him. 

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Word count: 1521

A/N: rushed n' short I'm sorry (';ω;｀)   I wrote this when I couldn't sleep from a nightmare