"「愛」Identity V x Reader Oneshots"

Aesop ✨ Y/n The Dream Expert

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

          In the dead of night, was you who long finished your daily book reading with Joseph Desaulnier, the photographer from the hunter's wing. You read everything about dreams, as you were quite the interpreter, and often, many people had fell to your beliefs.

           As the Desaulnier had said his good nights, you continued to read despite the unsightly hours.

          You flinched as the door to the survivor's faction opened, removing you of your sleepiness for a second until you find a male with gray hair. It was Aesop, the embalmer, and tonight, he had no facemask. "I didn't expect someone to be in here," Aesop muttered closing the door once again. "Wait," you called out to him as he closed the door. "You can come in if you want to... I don't mind," you replied with a gentle smile. "Please excuse me," Aesop politely said as he let himself in, closing the door. He took his time in the shelves, finding the right book to indulge himself in. He walked to the sofa in front of you as he started to read. The silence comforted the two of you as you read in peace. Though it was at least a quarter to one, there were two of you, who continued to embrace the books.

          It was one in the morning, and you had finished a book, and took another book from your pile. "If I may ask, what made you... read at twelve in the morning," you softly asked the embalmer in front of you. "I... couldn't sleep... It's become a normal occurence that... I decided to stay here," Aesop replied with small pauses, flipping a page. "How about you?" The embalmer asked you. "I guess I... felt like it. There are times where I don't feel like sleeping that I just decided to head here and... read til I fall asleep," you said in a hushed tone. Another silence.

          It had become two in the morning, and the other party yawned, making you look up. "Feeling sleepy?" Aesop shook his head. "Even if I did, I'd wake up from something," Aesop replied. "A nightmare?" You asked the man. He nodded in silence. "I know what to do," you smiled moving to sit with him in the couch, a blanket in hand, that Joseph brought to the library. "Is it okay if... I touch you?" Reluctantly, he nodded. "Good, good," you whispered, taking hold of his shoulders as you pulled him to your chest gently, wrapping the blanket around your figures as you instructed him to lay with you. "You can take off your shoes," you said as you started to comb away the loose strands of his hair. He kicked his shoes off to lay with you. He was stiff, however you had sang a melody, that made him comforted under the blankets, and that was Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me To The Moon".

          For you, this may be one of your favorite moments of your life. For Aesop, he was flustered, stiff, and very anxious. You, his crush, were holding him, and for him, it was the most puzzling thing that has ever happened to him. It made him much more awake, but as he heard your voice, he felt the anxiety lessen, until it was nothing but a speck. He felt drowsy, and tired, and this moment he faced was wringing him of his energy. He felt cared for, which was something he had never felt due to his anxiety, but Y/n, she made him feel like he has value, and worth.

          You moved your hand up and down on his back as the other played with his hair. "Is it fine if I untie your hair?" Aesop nodded, as he had become relaxed, his figure snuggling more onto your chest. You untied them, letting them fall to his neck. Combing his hair with your fingers, you continued your lullaby until his eyes closed. He felt in peace with everything you do, and it made him fall deeper to your love. "In other words, I love you," you whispered the last part of your song, watching his lips curl to a rare smile. "I love you too," Aesop whispered, as he finally went to sleep. As he rested, you continued to pet his hair, and rub his back, placing a gentle kiss at his forehead, before you, yourself have given into the silence of the library, and slept, holding the man you love.

          "How cute," Joseph captured the two in a picture, laying down the photograph near the table. The books have been tidied up, back to their shelves by the photographer himself, as he gazed at the two with loving eyes, as if he was a father seeing his daughter in the most adorable of moments.

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