Y/N's POV:
  When we get to his bedroom, I can really feel my heart flutter. I know nothing has to happen just because we're sharing a bed, but it's fun knowing someone so sweet will be next to me all night (sporting one less article of clothing). There's wind beating against the side of the window, it brings me back down to earth. "Hey," Luca chimes, "it'll be okay. You get nice and cozy, I'm gonna prep myself for bed. Do you need any extra blankets?" He asks me while unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. I feel myself wanting to blush but I'm mostly impressed, he's so damn speedy. "I'm not used to sharing a bed, so I assume I'll be just warm enough. Thank you though", I reply. I shift myself under the covers, facing the window and all it beholds. There's the dust and smudging of an attempt to fully clean it, the trees blowing like a running horse's mane outside, faint glowing of stars that are actually quite visible considering the state of the glass. I don't actively take a sneak peak but Luca walks over to the window while he strips the shirt, just in my line of view. Since there's no reason to look away, I don't. The bandages that were visible around his neck and collarbone area seem to go only as far as angled downwards below his chest, no bandages make it onto his shoulders either. There's a scar on his arm where his sleeve bandage wrap was, his hair comes out yet again, his mind goes back to the face he makes when he's thinking. He zones out on the window for a while, his expression goes from confused to frustrated, to upset then scared. Suddenly his eyes go wide before he falls to his knees. "Shit," he yelps quietly, "Can't think about that right now".
"Are you alright?", I got up to a sitting position, "I'm here". He insists he's fine but I give him the rest of our water anyways after helping him into the bed. I get in on my side and pull the covers up on his. "Thank you, I didn't mean to worry you", he says. "This night I fear you've done more for me then I have for you". I place a hand on his upper arm, "Never. You've helped me much more than you realized tonight. However, if there's anything you wanna talk about I'm here. Or if you need some way to cope". His eyes became soft and romantic. He placed a gentle hand on my head, I fell asleep much faster than I anticipated.
The next day, Luca was still sound asleep in that same position, maybe his limbs moved a bit. My eyes opened sleepily to his face being not far from mine at all. This wasn't the jarring part. In my sleep, my hand moved from his arm down to his chest. I wanted to move it without waking him, but his harm was laying on mine. Stuck, pleasantly stuck, I lay there, helpless. Considering falling back asleep, I start thinking of what he said last night. His history, that I should value myself, his faith in everyone here. I reflected on where I came from and where I might've thought I was going. Something inside me is whispering, "It's okay not to have all the answers". I can hear Luca's light morning moans as he wakes. His eyes flitter open, he smiles. "Morning, Y/N. I hope you slept well?"
"I slept perfect", I said. "You?" He still hasn't noticed my hand on his chest, based on the fact that he squished it closer with his arms. Of course, I blush. Yawning, he said, "I believe that's the best sleep I've had since being here. Probably ever, actually". His face looked towards mine, he didn't seem to mind how close we were. "Want me to cook you up something?"

Prisoner's POV:
  Two hours after breakfast I decided I needed to talk. Y/N has been extremely sweet, poor thing has been through so much. I let them know I'd probably be away for a meeting or so, then I'd come back if they wished. They were understanding, I gave them a hug. Their smile was bright today. Something about them has made my stomach feel funny today but in a good way, I smiled back and tucked my hair behind my ear, walking off. I located Lucky in the library/study, he was making notes based on the meeting prior. "Hey Luck," I said, "if you're available at all today, I was hoping I could talk to you about something odd. It's something I don't want to risk forgetting and it's pretty important". Lucky's welcoming smile turned to a face of worry. "That's out of the ordinary for you? I always have time for you, bud. I don't have too much happening today anyways, Emily took charge of today's meeting, I played secretary". He positioned himself to face the chair beside him as I took a seat. I started out straight forward, "The other day, or I guess a week ago now, remember the double match I had?". He nodded. "Well," I continued, "we were up against the photographer, Joseph. He wanted to talk to me. He wasn't hostile towards me the entire game, but he cornered me in the camera world to ensure our conversation stay between the two of us". Lucky's hand covered his mouth in disbelief, "What the hell- are you okay? What was he like then?" It took me a moment to think of the phrasing. "Um... His voice was deeper than I thought it'd be? There was more humanity to him than what I expected for a camera-ghost-man. The hunters never really show much interest in us, right? Do you have any idea as to what he was thinking?" I ask. He itched his head, thinking through anything that might correlate. He started with a low tone, "When I first met him, he presented himself as a puppeteer of fear and souls. He's definitely a sore loser, but when he gets his way he starts getting more detailed with his strategy. He likes the idea of topping whatever made him win before. Joseph can be like a sickness overcoming a cure each time it improves, he likes when things get layered, for the better on his end usually. He does like attention though". Lucky paused, then started again, "If he ever saw a threat to that cycle I could see him wanting to stop it. Or watch it develop. How many times have you faced him now?".
"Three, including this past encounter". Lucky starts measuring time in his head, I do my best to look back on how I've changed since being here. "You've caught his attention," Lucky states, "that's a fact we know now. From now on, when you go out there, pay attention to the hunter's ready status before every match. If the hunter is already set before you get there, don't worry as much. If they aren't ready until after you arrive, be careful. We have to keep an eye out until we understand what's going on". He starts writing vigorously in his notes. Part of me feels guilty for some reason, perhaps I'm blaming myself for adding stress to his day. "One more thing," I look up at him again, this time he's smiling, "When Y/N's turn comes up, would you mind helping them with their first round? I could barely help you with yours, but this time I think you'd be better to lead the newbie" he winks. I laugh and agree, we stand up to plan when that day should come. "I was thinking maybe a week from now? Unless that's too soon, I'm not sure how long they'll need in order to settle in", Lucky admits. "I could ask them, if you think that would help?" I suggest. He nods, and we walk to the main hall.

Y/N's POV:
  Admittedly, I feel lost. I know it's my first official day here, but I can't shake the tension this place sets. It's dark in a lot of places, some of the halls and rooms have dim lights because of the building's age. There's so many groups of friends that are already together, I can't tell which hall goes where yet- Oh great. Spooky high school. I mean at least we're all adults that know better than to pick on each other. "Hey dumbass," I was wrong. "What's your paint doing in my coffin?!" The slightly muffled voice was coming from someone standing over a practice dummy. The person he's talking to walks over, pride in his step and a snap in his sass, "I needed a place to put my stuff temporarily while the meeting was happening. You should be glad the tubes and bottles are closed, it'd be a shame if your death box suddenly had a chic, fluffy rainbow covering it's gorgeous gothic interior". The artist glanced lowly at the man with a mask, "...Or the exterior". The masked man freaked, flipping the coffin closed to reveal a freshly painted display of colors. It was a doodled yet detailed portrait of the masked man, his hair was rainbow and his mask had hearts. I wanted to run off before things got real, but I was more worried about them killing each other. Unfortunately they did end up fighting, it looked pretty serious. Lunging myself between them I struggled to break it up, but even when I managed, the painter had elbowed me hard on accident and I got shoved to the ground by the masked guy. They looked at me, then at each other. Both of them ran off to tattle on one another.

Prisoner's POV:
  Downstairs, Lucky and I have a drink together while further discussing our theories about Joseph. Victor joins us, we fill him in on everything and offer him a drink too. While we're conversing, two aggressive pairs of footsteps come storming rapidly down the stairs and look into the room. When one sees Lucky, the other follows closely behind, trying to pass each other on the way. They both practically yell their accusations in Lucky's face, pointing and hitting each other. "Fucking shut it!" Lucky said. That's not something I thought I'd hear him say. He took a second to look between the both of them a few times, "Aesop".
"Edgar left his shit in my coffin, painted all over it and pushed some dipshit over!" The painter got angry and defensive, Lucky pushed four inches of space between them. "YOU only see them as 'some dipshit' because they got in the way of the ass beating you wish you could've given me. I wasn't even the one to push them! You and your death ridden sausage hands shoved them more gracefully then any body you've managed to mangle" jabbed Edgar. Lucky's face scrunched up, "Woah woah woah- Who did you push?" I saw Victor glance at me worriedly, I looked back at him. Edgar and Aesop were silent, one shrugged. I jumped from my seat and ran upstairs. "You two are wayyy in trouble now", hissed Lucky.

Y/N's POV:
  I was too stunned to really understand what I was feeling, but I think the pain was making me cry. I honestly didn't think I hit the ground that hard, but when I looked down there was something that looked like a spare piece of whatever the embalmer's dummy was. Guessing from the slow oncoming of intense pain in my head, I think I found out the hard way that the dummy is at least partially made of metal. There was lightheadedness along with the pain and aching. I didn't want to move. The floor shakes and creaks beneath me, getting louder and louder. Maybe they came back for their stuff, or maybe they'd convince me not to mention what happened. To my surprise there was a pair of gloved hands laying me on a lap. Their voice was panicked but they didn't wanna show it. "Y/N..?" He said. My eyes didn't want to open so I tried my best to smile. "Hey Luca". I could feel him straining a bit to get me to the nearest chair, I don't know why I couldn't move very easily. He plops me down a bit roughly, he apologizes but I can't hold it against him. He's working so hard. "Luca", I tug on his sleeve, "will you stay with me?" I don't know why I asked. Just felt like it be nice with him by my side. "Of course, but we need the doctor first. I'll be back with Emily. Don't fall asleep", he runs as quickly as he did when he came to get me. Not long after, he shows up with the doctor and she patches me up nicely. "Thank you, both of you", my voice cracks. Luca has a heartbroken look in his eyes. "No problem dear. If you need anything else you let me know, especially if your symptoms don't go down by the time you go to rest. I'm assigning Luca as your caretaker until you recover and I'm recommending you find something calming to distract yourself. Do not attempt to go up or downstairs without him, understood?" Emily hands both of us bottles of headache medication. I nod, she pats my shoulder and goes off. Luca kneels in front of me, inspecting my head and anywhere else he's worried I may have hurt. He keeps looking at my eyes and lips, but it seems subconscious. His hand hesitates when it reaches for my head, so I use my own to guide him. I like holding his hand to my head, it's sweet. I smile and he smiles back, only I feel this urge to move forward.
Luca's thinking-too-hard face is creeping up again. I let myself slide off the chair and give him a hug, kissing his cheek as another "thank you" for all he's done. The chuckle he made was adorable, I could sense his shock. He hugged back, then continued petting my head. Time was passing slowly right now, the world was stopped just for this moment. Something subconscious happened on his end again, I lifted my head to see if he was okay. His hand went from my head to my cheek, then his finger lifted my face further up to meet his eyes. The pounding in my heart was so new, the look he had was new, too. Why were his eyes so... Why was his breath so... His face is soft. His lips were warm, the moment my hand went for his hair is the moment I got lost. The kiss broke too soon, Luca looked like he felt the same way. He started blushing intensely. "I didn't mean to," he said. I could tell he wanted to apologize even though he wasn't sorry. He looked away, tucking his hair behind his ear nervously. I could see a sharp K9 when he bit his lip. I was losing my mind. When I placed a hand on his chest he turned back to me. I kissed his cheek lightly, tracing the kisses down his neck. He let out a soft moan and gripped my shirt. Gently pulling down the bandages, I trailed the tip of my tongue back up towards his ear, giving a small bite on the lobe. I felt the breathing in his chest against mine, my hand wandered to Luca's lower back. When I went back to his neck for a bite he moaned a bit louder, his back arching, pushing himself closer to me. I licked between bites and his other hand pressed onto my chest, grabbing at my shirt collar. That gave me the idea to move from his lower back to his chain. I tugged it and pulled him into an open kiss, his arms wrapping around my neck. His heat is exciting, he places himself onto my lap without breaking the kiss. My back is against the bottom of the chair now, Luca pulls his hands down my torso slowly. They go up again and hold my head steady. I bite his lip and feel him smile, he smirks and goes in to bite my neck. I tug his shirt and he starts unbuttoning, feeling myself really blushing now. When he goes in for the next kiss his body rolls against mine, I half gasp. Another twenty minutes go by of fiery kissing, teasing, grabbing, it's magical. Eventually we slow down, feeling ourselves becoming breathless. The kisses became light, pecking again and again softer and softer. Luca giggled, I smiled with him. We ended on an extended kiss, looked lovingly into each other's eyes and hugged. He left my lap, he grabs a bottle of the headache medicine and gets two pills out for me.

Prisoner's POV:
  I offer the medicine to Y/N, still somewhat dazed at the moment we had. "Do you need any? I don't think this is what Emily meant by 'do something peaceful', heha" I can't seem to stop smiling. "It was 'calming' actually", Y/N jokes, we laugh. "I don't need any right now, thank you though," they said. They're just so lovely, I don't know how to express what I'm feeling about them. About them... To them? I can't think straight, I don't want to. My hand reaches out, Y/N holds on and I help them up off the floor. Taking a moment to address their injury, I double check to make sure they're feeling alright. Seems like they're okay other than the wound itself. "We'll get you feeling better," I assure, "Let's get you to your room then. Unless you're hungry?" Y/N gets an odd look. "Hungry after waking from a dream like that", they say. I go over and grant another kiss, they blush. They nuzzle into my chest and speak with a guilty tone, "Would you be alright with me staying another night with you?" I hold both Y/N's hands, "You wanna switch to my room instead? I have a feeling you'll be happier then, if I'm reading your mind right". They look up at me with a big toothy grin, I'm floored by their joy alone. I go to grab my shirt so we can head down, but when I lift it up to dust it off there's two figures in the door.

"Ah, looks like the manor has its first official couple," teased Lucky. Victor was behind him standing off to the side, he was pulling his hat over his eyes and facing away. I think he was blushing. "Sorry, Vic. And Lucky, do you know if there's food down there?" I ask. "Yup! Probably the best batch of meatloaf since being in the manor", he responds. I clap and the four of us head down, Victor still doesn't look this way though. "How does the manor get food and supplies if we can't leave? Don't supplies ever become scarce?", Y/N's question caught me off guard. "They used to according to Lucky and Emma. Back when the team was still a single digit number, they struggled until Victor showed up. They tested a theory by writing what they needed in a list and sending it off the same way all of our letters came to us when we got invited. Well- when everyone else got invited", I explained. Y/N's eyes widened, I proceeded, "The deliveries do arrive, but they only arrive weekly when no one else is outside. They're usually pretty delayed too so we try to write our needs bimonthly".
"Strangest kind of grocery shopping I've experienced, that's for sure", Lucky chimed in. "Ohhh I see", said Y/N. Victor still doesn't seem engaged. I wanna check on him but it's best to do so in private this time, I can tell. My gaze shifts to Y/N, "When we're done eating here, do you think you'll be okay moving stuff around on your own for a bit? I'll still be taking you upstairs". Y/N's head tilts, "Sure. It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as before. Are you okay though?" I look to Victor, then back to Y/N. "I will be. There's someone in need of a friend but it may take a while. Don't overwork yourself though, I'll be back to help so don't be afraid to take breaks".

After food and after returning Y/N upstairs, I come back to try catching up to Victor. There's a couple failed attempts looking through different rooms until I see his bright uniform outside the back porch door window. I walk out, he must know it's me because he hasn't looked over. He signs, "It's okay, Luca". I walk to his side. "Have I done something to upset you?", I voice and sign. He doesn't respond for a moment. "No. I'm feeling selfish is all".
"Selfish?", confusion drowns me. Victor has a few tears going down his face, he's hoping I won't notice. "Victor, I doubt you could do something selfish", I stress. "Feeling selfish," he specifies, "and for the record, I don't think you could ever hurt my feelings". I realize whatever is going on is heavier than what he wants me to know. "But," I go, "whatever you're going through is clearly hurting you, it looks like it involves me too". His eyes look to me and away again rapidly, the tears become more apparent and he paces in an oval shape, frustrated. I reach an arm out unsure of how to comfort or talk to him. He suddenly walks up to me, his eyes dart around mine for a moment before giving me a quick kiss. He walks away from me again, standing at the edge of the porch. A silent moment passes. "Victor", I begged. He turns to look at me, then hangs his head in his hands and sobs. I rush over, embracing him, saying it's okay. "Today must've been awful for you" I say, hoping he hears me. He takes his head from his hands to sign without looking at me. "I don't hold it against you, and I don't hold it against Y/N," he admits. "You're both such wonderful people. I'm happy for your happiness. I don't want to get in the way". His sobbing increases and he falls to his knees. I get down to