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

♡ Muling Pagbuhay | Aesop Carl

↳song suggestion: Chxrlotte - Come with me

Genre: Fluff ♡

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

Reader: they/them ─◌✰್

⊱┊Aesop's 'Excorist' costume. The title
     "Muling Pagbuhay" is translation of
      revive, the language of the title is
      tagalog/filipino. One more, I
      apologize for not being active </3

⊱┊No, it won't set in the Philippines, i
     just thought it sounded nice. (Hehe
     pero di ako marunong magtagalog
     ng ma-igi, englishera po ako)

⊱ ──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ────── ⊰

"Of course I still know you," he said leaning closer, his forehead touching their's "I danced with those eyes before," he stated with a smile.

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"Exorcism ha! I don't believe in such thing," an old lady scoffed at (Y/N)'s face "Please madam, we still have time before the demon have a chance to completely take over your daughter's—" their words were interrupted by the woman denying the fact that her daughter is possessed. (Y/N) felt like they wanted to strangle her, choke her or slice her mouth to shut her up and not butt in while they speak, that woman is clearly being rude towards them by cutting her off and not listening to a single word that utters off her lips and that made their blood boil to the highest temperature a human body can muster.

Hiding behind a facade of a smile they calmly told her "Well then, if she starts having a much deeper voice—don't call for me," they stated about to end the conversation before a priest, whom accompanied them, grabbed their arm before they could leave.

"She may be ignorant but can you hear the young girl's prayers? Her cries for help?" He told them in a whisper.
(Y/N) closed her eyes before blunting answering back "No, I don't. I'm leaving."

Turning their back once again the priest then gave them a proposal "How about...if you do accept this request for the entire afternoon up to tomorrow night, you have no chores?" That perked (Y/N)'s ears, despite growing up half of their childhood to adulthood they were dedicated to the church they were never what the tales portray people who grew up in their villages local church; they were and is still is mischievous at times, a slacker and rather harsh with their words but the people know despite that cold skin underneath is a soft heart. Chores, oh how they have a growing hatred of doing chores! They understand that their chores are important to do but they couldn't help but just be let down once that word slides into their ear so hearing they will have a day off from that pick their interest.

Their eyes lit up as they agreed with the terms "Change of plans lady. Like it or not, were doing the exorcism!" They exclaimed, their words spit out rather quickly as they puff out their chest to show confidence from themselves. The mother then spread out her arms in attempts to shield them away from the door, showing they are unwelcome "What?! No! I would not let a finger—Gah!" (Y/N) shoved her away hurriedly turning the door handle as they swung it open revealing the poor innocent girl cowering over the corner. A sight like this isn't anything new, in fact they've seen worse, her finger tips were bloody as her own blood smeared across the walls, writing different phrases of either from the demon or herself.

Her hair was untidy and so is the room as tables were dropped on the floor, broken mirror shards and rip out covers scattered around the place. (Y/N) shut the door behind them "Alright demon...get out," they muttered commencing the exorcism as their book flipped pages violently as the little girl started to shriek in a voice that clearly wasn't her's. Screams linger and echoed beyond the doors as (Y/N)'s allies tried to hold the woman from barging in and may make the problem a bigger one as it is then out of the blue, a moment of silence. You could hear each ones breathing waiting for something, anything, that would happen.