Identity V stuff (Requests Are Open)

Theories, doodles, and butterflies (Edgar x Melly)

[A/N: I'm gonna say it once- These two are just making my pan heart drop every single time. Holy shit. These two are so pretty.]

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Melly Pliny never showed her face. Not around survivors, not around hunters... even Miss Nightingale has claimed to never see her face. And the fact that she never took off that stupid mask drove the poor painter crazy.

It was strange, you know? Edgar wasn't the nosy type. He didn't care about other people's appearances unless it was necessary for a painting, but... she NEVER took it off. Even during dinner, even when her injuries get treated by Emily... It could keep him awake for nights. 

In his diaries, he'd try to sketch some options of what she'd look like under it. Not too old, since her voice is soft. Not too young, she does sound like an adult. Some sketches were filled with scars, some with freaked. Some had bright skin tones, some had darker skin tones. In one of them, she wasn't even human, but a moth. That one, however, is a joke she tells whenever someone asks her about her reasons for wearing that mask. "I'm actually not a human. I'm actually three giant moths in a coat, planning to take over the human race.". Kreacher actually believed that one time. It took him weeks to realize that it was a joke, but it was funny.

His obsession with the subject of Melly's face grew, until he started to think about... more stuff. Like, what's her favorite flower? What does she like to eat? What makes her laugh? His cheeks grew red whenever he thought about her.

Everyone in the mansion knew that Edgar started to have feelings for Melly. Everyone but Edgar and Melly themselves, if we want to be more accurate. 

They just came back from after a match. They won, of course, but Edger took a lot of hits. Like, a lot. Mainly because he didn't want Melly to get hurt, although she can protect herself with her swarm of bees. 

"You are a strange thing, Edgar." Melly said as Edgar entered the living room. She was sitting on the couch, looking at a bright blue butterfly that landed on her finger. "I could've handled the hunter myself."

"I know. I'm sorry." he said. He had his diary in his hand, planning to write about that match today. Why? Because they were forced to. 

"Don't get me wrong. I'm very thankful, but that specific hunter has a bee allergy." Melly chuckled. "We could've won faster."

"You're such an evil genius, Mel." Edgar chuckled.

He walked to sit next to her, but unfortunately for him, the wooden floor was still broken, and poor Edger tripped. His diary landed right next to Melly, open exactly on one of the pages of his theories sketches about her. She picked it up and looked at all of these sketches. All the theories Edgar has brought up without words, as the painter still laid on the floor, scared of what her reaction might be. She then started laughing.

"The moth joke was really a hit, wasn't it?" she said as she laughed. "Should've drawn three of them, tho."

"So you're not mad?" he asked her, slowly getting up.

"No, not really." she said. "You were actually pretty close in one of the options."

"Wait, really?!" He replied. 

She pointed at one of the sketches, of a vitiligo skinned girl with short hair.

"I mean, my skin is bright, but the stains are something else." She said. "The hair, however, is on point."

She took off her mask, and Edgar was shocked. Her eyes were small and blue, covered a little bit by bright brown hair, that was tied like a ponytail in the back of her head. He looked at her burn tissues. They looked like hand shape, right on her cheek, caressing and brushing it. 

"See? You got it pretty close." she said.

"You're beautiful." He blurted out, not even thinking until it was too late. The two of them sat there quietly, faces red from embarrassment. 

"I mean, I uh..." Edgar said, but before he could say something else, he felt her soft lips pressing gently against his cheek.

"You're adorable, Edgar." She said with a soft smile. She then leaned to kiss him again, this time on the lips. Edgar immediately kissed back, holding her gently.

The two of them failed to notice Kurt, Vera, and Naib, who were also in the living room the entire time. 

"So... we just saw Melly's face." Vera said.

"So it wasn't in my head?" Kurt asked. "Oh, thank god!"

"Any of you want to prank Kreacher and tell him that she's actually three giant moths?" Naib asked.

"He wouldn't believe me," Kurt said. "But I'm in."

"Count me in as well." Vera chuckled.

The three of them left the room quickly, leaving the painter and the entomologist to themselves. 

Sometimes, being an artist pays off.