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Past.

a/n: YALL WANTED THIS BAD OMG so pt 2 to my before fic, basically it goes a little further back and a lot more in detail after his planet blew up :3. This one’s long! But Tysm :)

Past boothill x reader ft some headcannons. (Gender neutral w some fem indication later on)

forwards reckon rebound

--

-Boothill was a sweet kid, a little dumb at times but he always gave his effort. Always curious and helping out on his families farm, helping his dads with his siblings as hes the 3rd oldest .

-He never gave much trouble as a kid, always listening other than sleeping in more or sleeping on hay sometimes.

-his family wasn't made of money, but he always had everything he needed or want.

-Growing up with the idea girls had cooties...as he eats crayons.

-he learns guitar as he got one for christmas, he goes to the local church to learn how to play it. He'd bring his scuffed up cd player to show the teacher the songs he wanted to learn.

-His parents take him out every weekend, teaching him how to hunt, ride a horse or how to shoot a gun.

-he has a habit of looking off into the distance. Wide eyes as he looked off into the sunset wondering what was beyond his small family and tribe.

-He loves stories, often reading picture books at the library or getting one of his parents too read it to him before bed. As well as sneaking into his dads room to watch his shows, his favorite being of an outlaw.

-His family went to church once in awhile, but always went during christmas. Boothill hated dressing up, but he loved the songs. When he learned guitar would join as well, playing christmas songs.

-Everyone in town knew him, he was always making a name for himself.

--

-You'd show up in his life while he was in school, messily drawing on his math paper (instead of doing it) with his tongue out as the teacher announced a new student. As you were a new student in 3th grade, boothill being boothill would introduce himself as the class sheriff to impress you.

"I'm Boothill, the class sheriff! I keep everyone in line, and make sure they all do what they're supposed too!" he said in a confident tone puffing out his chest.

-Thats where it all began.

--

-the teacher put you beside him which made him often pout and utter that you had cooties, while he didn’t do his work.

-he often ‘patrolled’ during recess but in reality no one wanted to play with him. (Since he had two dads and he looked nothing like them) they didn’t like how different he was from them. So he decided to give you a shot, since you also only sat on the swing set.

‘Hey..’ he said with a slight frown ‘..I’m not busy today patrollin’ wanna play’ he asked looking away with a small dust of pink on his cheeks

‘..sure, you can push me’ you said perking up

—

-after that you’d always sit on the swing set together, as he’s talk about anything and everything. How he didn’t like waking up early, how his youngest sibling kicked him in the shin, his horse, how Nick complimented his shooting. He loved talking about his family

‘..maybe you should come over.. you’d like the meatloaf my daddy makes’ he said kicking his feet against the dirt ‘if you want too.. it’s a big White House with a barn ‘bout 10 minutes from town’

‘I’ll ask about it, I’d like to see your animals. All we have right now is chickens, and they get annoying’

You went to his farm, his family was happy he'd made a friend. That was the first of many visits!

--

-You two soon became inseparable as you grew older and closer, everyone in town knew when one was around the other probably was too.

-Always going to school festivals together, shopping, staying out at night, laying in fields at night looking at the constellations, coming home wet from splashing each other with water.

-It was a romance from the novels you read, the only part left was the confession. You often thought about it, 'maybe this week..' you'd think as another day went by and he hadn't confessed.

-Until that faithful day

-The sun was setting, it was a day like any other. He seemed a bit on edge but it was normal.

-

He was sitting up, his chin resting on his shoulder as he stared out at the cornfield near his house mindlessly. The sky a peachy tint as you laid on his sheets, looking up at him admiring his long hair and jawline. '...I like you" he said softly his gaze never leaving the window.

'really?' you couldn't believe it, finally it happened. 'I like you too, ya know' you replied still admiring his figure. His gaze meets yours and eventually his lips. The same lips that introduced himself in the past, chapped yet soft.

You'd never felt more in love.

-

-the next few weeks didn't change much, kisses here and there and he'd get more touchy. But he also spoke more about the future, how he wanted to either build or fix a older house. He wanted a small family, a farm and barn animals.

'I'd like to fix up that house at the end of town" he said leaning against the barn door looking off into the distance once more, as you looked over his barn cats kittens. 'You think you could?' you add standing up and leaning in front of him

'Yeah, make it all nice and pretty for you' and smile wrapping a hand around your waist. 'A pretty kitchen, cozy livin' room, big room..' he said with a small giggle kissing your nose.

'it'd be a dream baby'

-Soon after he told you he was dropping out of school, he was 17 and decided he didn’t need to further his education. And just help out his dads on the farm, while he scrapped together some money. You were mad, but understood he had a different path and mind than yours. Even if you tried arguing with him that he only needed 2 more years to graduate, he’d blow it off and just go fix his truck.

-but while you were at school getting educated (weirdo) he eventually fixed up the old house at the end of town he always spoke about. He’d also made a small ring, with a single stone on it. He could afford a real promise ring, but he thought this one was more special. Even carving their initials on it.

-one day when you both were old enough, and you were out of school be finally brought you to the home. And promising to stay by your side.

‘Your lyin’ you said looking at the delicate ring

‘..no? I want you to be by my side, while I save up for your weddin’ ring’ he said softly slipping it onto your finger.

‘Cause your my past present and future’ he said pressing pecks all over your face.

-soon you both lived together, slowly building your life on the farm, getting chickens, moving his horse from his family’s farm to your forever home. It was a dream all over again

-it was mundane, you would tend or the animals and boothill would fix things and do the heavy work or sometimes you’d do the heavy lifting and when he’d leave for a few days. At the end of the night you’d lay in bed together. You wouldn’t have it another way.

-when there wasn’t work done he’d sit out under a tree playing his guitar, watching you put his shirts on the clothes line. As he hummed and played love songs.

He’d sneak up on you snatching you into his arms and tackling you into the grass. As he admired your laughing face.

-19 was when he found the baby girl in the cold, lost in thought. When he heard the cry, and your lives changed once more. Now a family of 3.

-it was hard, you didn’t make much money. But his family had hand me downs, boothills old crib and toys. You’d sew her dresses, boothill would attempt at making hats and mittens for her as well.

They were always too big, and he’d say she’d grow into them while the girl sucked on the fluffy oversized mitten in his arms. Looking up at him with wide eyes, he wasn’t even 20 and he felt fulfilled.

-when she was a little older and starting to crawl around and walk a little, he carved her a small cherry wood guitar.

She couldn’t play it, but when he had his out he gave her the small guitar so she could ‘play’ along side him.

-he loved the days where he’d sit outside and the little one was waddling around picking up dandelions and handing them to him

‘Oh for me? Their so pretty darlin’’ he smiled softly ruffling the girls hair and letting her waddle around more as she babbled to herself.

-sometimes he’d think of leaving but

-it was all perfect, a house he’d fixed, a barn with animals, his perfect lover, a daughter, all he needed was to make it official. An engagement ring.

-he was saving for months, finally he had the money to buy the one you were eyeing at the store.

‘I’m going to the market’ he announced putting the bills in his wallet.

‘Can’t I join? I got a bad feelin’ Boothill, them ipc people don’t like the town’ you said.

He hesitated ‘it’s just my usual errand nothing special’ he replied kissing you. ‘I’ll be back take care of her for me’ he smiled kissing the girls cheek.

—

Only to return to ashes, he’d heard two workers joke about this very tragedy. He thought nothing of it. Not till he heard the explosions, and saw the flames. He couldn’t bring himself to go inside, he can’t imagine what it was like.

He couldn’t bring himself to tears, those twenty years he’d spend building his life with you gone.

The ashes of your once blue home, the farm on fire. He couldn’t bring himself to search for your bodies, he barely made it to find your family pictures.

He didn’t sleep, for 3 days and then he slept for 3 days straight. Before leaving behind two crosses over the sight.

And he finally left the planet, he spent a few months searching before he found a doctor that could help him.

He decided he needed to end his life, to kill his current self. Leave his past, and that’s exactly what he did. His mechanic fixed him.

All he remembers is the taste of metallic in his mouth and seeing his heart removed, as he died.

His rebirth into Boothill

—

Basically a yap session and excuse to talk ab him again after the 2.6 story line :P might add or not

Hope you enjoyed 😣

tags :3

@jassy-ine @shuzoku @sneakylilbartender @kita-01 @edxo @blueangelstone

[cloudluvrrr]

fluff with obsessive (ok sounds hella creepy lmao) madly in love sunday but NOT LIKE THE YANDERE TYPE IF YK WHAT I MEAN. LIKE THE TYPE WHERE HE WILL WORSHIP THE GROUND U WALK AND THANK THE AEONS HE BREATHES THE SAME AIR AS U

basically sunday who sees you as the aeon of beauty herself

a/n: i love sunday guys hes so cute i wish he wasnt so negative and traumatized. Also idk if it was but i just made him like love bomb you but its permanent and he just loves you a lot and worships you and also general ideas 😭🙏

loving! sunday x g/n reader

Angel

virtual angel - artms

--

-hes very busy, with meetings and constantly is in his office. Reviewing plans or studying the scripture. But he never fails to send you texts

'hello angel <3'

"I will be home late, please don't stay up for me <3."

“I’ve made us restaurant reservations, so be ready when I get home <3.”

-his texts are always grammatically correct, since hes always writing to his colleagues or to other families.

-but sometimes he tried to incorporate emoticons.

“How are you my angel? :3”

“These meetings are boring. ;-;”

"Hello darling, I bought take out! o((>ω< ))o"

-he’s so cute

-but he often checks in when he has a chance too, and often responds quickly. And always ends his message with a heart.

-when speaking of you or to you he smiles with his eyes closed. He will find any excuse to talk about you

-and he’ll likely bring your flowers after a long day, as an apology for taking too long.

-taking you to his 'family' dinners, and parties.

-and help you dress up and even put on your makeup, jewelry, and help you with your zipper/tie/buttons.

-kissing your cheek, and shoulder as he does. Whispering sweet things in your ear.

-he'll always have things for you incase of an emergency as well, if you find yourself with a spill or your shoes are hurting. He'll tell his assistant to bring you a new pair and escort you to a private room.

-during parties he'll drag you away, to walk around just the two of you

—

Your sitting on the couch on your phone, reading the latest news before your attention is turned to the door opening. Revealing Sunday as he carried a small bouquet of flowers “I apologize the florist didn’t have any that were bigger my love” he began as he closed the door “I’ll buy you bigger ones next time”

"you and your gifts for me sunday" you spoke taking the flowers from him and arranging them. "I love giving you things, I have money to throw around why not spend it on my lovely fiance" he replied playing with your hair, and burying his nose into your collarbone "you're so wonderful... " he uttered his hands gently rubbing your waist "so perfect.. I love you very much you know"

--

-Sunday only works during the week, on weekends he's all yours.

-you both wake up late in his expensive bed, he'll be all over you in the morning whispering sweet nothings.

-he'll make breakfast, whatever you want he'll make.

-Making a plan of what you want and organize the day to fit your schedule. Ordering his driver around and having a private shopping day

-giving anyone a look if they look at your a little weird

-buying you anything and everything 'I dont have any other use for my credits' he'd say as he placed another ring on your finger.

--

"Sunday I can make pancakes" you huff trying to take the spatula from his thin fingers

"You work too hard, It time for me to pamper you" he said slyly, bringing up your hand and kissing your knuckles. "You do that every week"

"oh do I? I guess i forget" he chuckles flipping the pancakes.

"Would you like bacon with that my love?"

--

-you spend weekends together, in restaurants or shopping.

-or just at home lazing around, watching tv, scrolling through social medias or just petting his wings.

-he spoils you in every shape and form.

-buying you earrings, rings, necklaces and all kinds of stuff that'll make you happy

--

"this looks lovely on you doesn't it" he said pulling out a frilly shirt, with a gentle smile. "Sunday I have that one in 3 colors"

"it looks so beautiful on you why not have one more" he said putting up again your torso "its on sale as well" he added placing it on the overfilled basket

--

- He'll try to hide his stress and his own emotions from you, in an effort to not affect you.

-sometimes he'll open up about his past if hes tipsy enough, his wing piercings, his clipped wing on his torso, his trauma with the family, loosing his mother.

-especially when its something with that gopher fuck gopher wood

-you could tell when he was anxious, he would touch his piercing on his wing or play with his gloves

-that and he'll be spacing out during dinner

--

"did something happen a work" you asked taking his hand from his wing. "Nothing to worry your pretty head about" he said calmly kissing your hand, and smiling. "your sure.. you seem antsy" you insist "Just a bit antsy for the festival.. Hoping everything will be perfect, especially you. We have to find a new outfit for you don't we?"

--

-he was always a smooth talker and manipulative, hes able to easily do it when your worried as well.

-he does it so you dont think about it too much, as well as using gifts to lead you away from the conversation

-he doesn't like manipulating his love he'll avoid it, but its so you dont ask too many questions.

--

"I love you, you know that" he said not looking up from his desk, as he spoke to you over the phone "I know that.. I'm just worried you know, you haven't taken any days off this week." you vocalized as he continues his paper work "I'll make us reservations at your favorite restaurant" he suggests finally picking up the phone

"Sunday.. I just want to know you're okay"

"I am my angel, please stop worrying we'll see eachother at dinner. I love you, alright? I love you.. very much" he murmured before hanging up. His mind had many thoughts but you were always on top, he smiled to himself as he looked as the many photos of you on his desk.

--

Sunday loves you very much, his only regret it not showing it more. As he fell from the penacony theatre, his eyes following the horizon as he envisioned your smile. The only thing giving him hope, that he'll survive this fall.

-

STREAAM TTYL BY LOOSEMBLE GUYSYY

also kinda got carried away 😔😔

-- navi >.<

[cloudluvrrr]

what brings you here?

—18th century france brainrot

a/n: these r headcanons + drabbles :P doesnt make sense but hope u like it :D

-- neuvillette x heir(ess) reader (implied fem reader bc i love poofy dresses and accessories)

Souce d'espoir - Miharu Koshi ⋆ ˚｡

You were the heir of your familes fortune, their only child. Part of one of the big noble families in france.

Neuvillette is a politician, who spends most of his time away in his office. But somehow you two found each other and were to be wed.

-

-It benefitted both families so your family agreed.

-it took you awhile, you wanted to court a prince your age from another kingdom. Yet your family found him, of course it was terrible the first few times you'd met. Either refusing to see him altogether or just ignoring him. Eventually you warmed up to him, yet he was always loving towards you.

-he often sends you flowers from across the seas, dresses of the newest fashion, heels, anything you desire.

-

in your room as your maids tied up your corset and brushed your hair, eventually hearing a knock.

Your head perked up at the sound, "let them in". Your maids obeyed letting in your lover, as her smile widened. "what are you doing here?" you asked as your maids left you two alone. "and what have you got there?" you asked once more in a curious tone as he handed you a small box, "its a surprise for you".

It was of course a new broach with a small smile you placed it in the center of your dress. "You know me so well..." you admired the delicate broach in the mirror, as he took the laces to your corset. "may I?" he asked "oh! of course it slipped my mind" you nodded. Looking into the intricate mirror as he focused on lacing your corset.

"what brings out of your office neuvillette"

"you of course, why else?" he utters with a small chuckle kissing your bare shoulder.

"Wanted to see me before the party?"

"I wanted to make sure you wore the dress I'd imported" he replied in an amused tone, delicately lacing the dress.

"How could I not? it fits the theme perfectly" you say looking into the mirror, looking over at him "and your wearing the tie i got you" you added with a smile

"we're matching" he whispered kissing you.

-

-there are many tea parties, and extravagant parties celebrating your proposal and marriage.

-during those parties he'd often sneak you away to your private gardens.

-

Your arm around his elbow as you two walked in a comfortable silence around the moonlit garden. "Don't you think the parties are a little much Sir-" you stop yourself, you often have to remind yourself to not address him formally from now. He was your fiancé now "..neuvillette" you finish sheepishly looking away. He gave a chuckle and gently brought your gaze back to him "you forget don't you?"

"sometimes"

"more like all the time beloved"

"hush" you say with a small laugh as you hug his arm

"anything interesting today? Besides our marriage of course"

you ask, both of you coming to a stop at a small secluded area. "Not much, much of the politics are the same with the queen and all" he replied sitting beside you on the bench and admiring your features, as you settle your gaze onto the small pond with lilies delicately floating a top. "I see" you nod slowly as you played with the small ring on your finger. "nothing to worry your pretty little head about darling" he whispered against your outer ear, placing a gentle kiss on it. As you slightly flinch away "it tickles" you say slightly giggling

"does it?" he asked tilting his head and gently tracing the shape of your ear as you giggle moving away, and he continues to tease you until the party ended.

--

-he'd paid for the entire wedding, letting you have the wedding of your dreams. In return for perhaps not marrying the man of your dreams.

--

"you like this one" he asked in thought admiring the ring you'd chosen, for him to place on your finger on your special day.

"yes, its simple. Sapphires, on silver... Simple yet elegant.. It reminds me of you"

you said to yourself with a smile, comparing the ring to his clothes.

"is that all you think of me? Blue and silver beloved? Not a political figure, who can dictate your life? A simple man?" he asked taking the ring from you

"when you put it that wa-" you begin before he interrupts gently takes your chin and kisses your lips.

"if thats how you see me I don't quite mind"

--

-A year had passed since the announcement of your wedding, and now that day had passed. Your family had reserved a get away for you two, well they lent you their summer house for the next two weeks.

--

"Never thought i'd fall in love with you"

he'd looked up from his paper work, removing his reading glasses "what?"

"I wanted to choose my lover, not for my parents too. Yet here I am"

a small sigh coming from your lips as you face him. "I'm glad its you"

he gets up to stand by your side to admire the lake, as he pecked your lips.

"Was it my gifts that convinced you?"

"part of it" you laugh hugging his side and admiring the view, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. And you wouldnt have it any other way.

-

Fun fact I never got past the raiden shogun fight in genshin BUT GYAT DAMN NEUVILLETTE 😍😍😍‼️‼️ i was inspired BY THIS ARTIST ON TWTIWER i love their art its so yummy. i dont play genshin anymore but OH MY GOD 😔😔😔 i had to whip out the wiki. ALSO I MADE IT AESTHETICC now i gotta edit all my dumb posts ugh

might expand on this idea pookies :P but hope u liked it <333

-- 💫

[cloudluvrrr]

Change

a/n: rushed and bad im sick andi have to post chat 😔

boothill x preachers daughter

tw : religous themes, slight implication of freaky, erm bad and rushed, i didnt proof read either 😈😈

-Michelle pfeifer - ethel cain

Boothill was often out at night, his family owned a small ranch a little south of the small town you lived in. You knew of him of course, everyone did. He often did some petty crimes, smoking, stealing from people, getting in fights. He was troubled, often coming into church on Sundays with his family begrudgingly.

He entered the southern style church, looking over at the rows of towns people whispering amongst themselves. Hiding away what they've done before, as if attending could simply wash away the tracks of their sins.

Sitting there with a sour look on his face, as your father preached about how to repent and cleanse your souls seemingly being aimed at boothill. As well as informing the town that the yearly baptism & church picnic was coming, and for those who wanted to be accepted to speak with his wife.

Every time he entered the church he saw the back of your pretty head. All done up with a bow, in your Sunday best. He watched as you highlighted and taking notes in your white bible. Your flushed cheeks, the point of your nose, your soft tinted lips, the frills of your dress. You were the towns girl, always dressed in pretty dresses and on her best behavior. Like a doe, innocent, beautiful, graceful. Boothill was like a snake, with the temptation and promise of leading others astray. Poisoning them, leading them astray from the grace of god.

As his thoughts came to a close he saw everyone getting up, and the pastor finishing up his sermon. He was hunched over, hands in his pocket as a soft hand tugged on his forearm.

"boothill" your soft voice echoed in his head, 'she knows my name?'

"uh.. yeah?" he asked nervously meeting your eyes.

"your not going to get baptised?"

"Why would I? everyone in here is fake as hell, I like to enjoy my you-"

"you're going to hell" you interupt, your brown eyes looking up at him.

"You can't be saved unless you change, ya know." you say stepping back and hugging your bible. "Your loved, you got everythin' and you live like that"

"the hell you mean by that" he snapped, but before you answered your father pulled you away to tend to other followers.

"I told you not to speak to him" your father whispered as he lead to the others "I was helping" you whisper back.

"He's beyond help baby"

--

He was out in his fathers wheat field, stargazing. A dimly light cigarette rest on his lips. His mind thinking of what you said, how he had everything yet he still rebelled. He tried his hardest to think of why, he shrugged it off as just wanting to be free from this shit small town.

His thoughts once more interrupted by a small hum, seeing you walking along the fence. Your hands behind your back, as you walked along the fence. God you were beautiful "hey!" he shouted getting up and standing on the other side.

The sweet sound of you hums stop as you look at him.

"made up your mind?" you ask looking into his eyes.

A fence between the two of you, a divide he placed a hand on the fence "fuck no, what you doin' out?" he ask looking around looking for any sign of your family.

"I like to go on walks"

"alone?"

"this town gossips like wild fire, if i do something it'll get to my daddy before I even return home. I ain't stupid like you" you say with an edge

"I enjoy my life" he scoffed putting out his cigarette.

"change is good"

"no it ain't"

"some times it is" you insist.

"why are you so insistan-"

"I want you to change"

"why? I'm a lost cause darlin' your daddy said so too" He added sitting on the fence

"...I don't think so, I wanna talk to yo-"

"the hell? why?"

"...I like you, your everything I'd like to be" your brows scrunching as you hear your own words

Your words hit him like lighting, you wanted to be like him. "why? You got everythin' your families perfect, y'all rich, you love eachother-" He could give you a million reasons why your family was so looked up upon.

"no, daddys.. Gone a lot, mama drinks, my kid siblings just do whatever daddy wants them too.." you said looking away.

'but I could tell that you wanted out of the family.'

--

So began boothills journey to salvation.

He gets baptized, and for the first time he doesn't get tugged away from you.

The both of you are on a swing set, talking about the most mundane things. Your favorite food, his favorite color, your hobbies anything he could to distract you from the town.

it was often cute dates like this, at the dinner, the lake, anywhere.

yet

he was a bad influence, even if he was 'fixed'. He wanted to show you the world outside of the church.

So on one of the days where your father was out and your mother was drowning in her wine cabinet.

the both of you, sat in boothills twin bed drinking some beer he'd stolen from the local store.

Things got hazey from there, you didn't remember much.

Other than boothill slipping off your purity ring, and slipping off your sunday best.

-

He'd become your world

Your everything

the very sin you'd had been protected from.

Your family had learned to accept him, and your friends envied you.

Yet he left,

just like that.

Packed his bags took his dads truck, and left.

You accepted it, moving on but always thinking of him sending him letters you were never sure reached him.

Eventually you dropped off the last letter along with the ring he'd made you, in his jewelry class

-

Dear, Boothill

where did you go?

This is my last letter, I don't know if you get any of them. But I'm finally leaving you behind, like you did with me.

You're like a demon that follows behind me, a reminder of our time and our fun. I can't deny I didn't like it, made me happy.

It makes me happy,

Especially when you changed just for me.

And just for you to leave.

Did you even exist?

or

was it me?

--

sorry if it started off good then slowly got worst i forgot where i wanted to take it, so YAAY i finished it tho :)

i havent been playing hsr but i will be pulling for sunday :D

actually ive been into the silent hill 2 remake and detroit become human :P

BYEYEEYEYU for now

[cloudluvrrr]

give some fluffy sephiroth headcanons and my life is yours (i’m not sure where to put requests so i’ll just do it through inbox)

notes - YAYAYAY ofcc mathing userrs 😍 💗💗

-- ♡

sweet- lana del rey

-- crisis core

- He’d be very gentle, since he has a lot of strength and is fucking huge

- He’d be very gentle hugging and cuddling you (he thinks he’ll crush you like a bug)

- From all his missions he’d bring you a small souvenir

- I also feel like he wouldn’t be much for pda, but he does lead you places. and sometimes holds your hand and kisses the back of it.

- On his days off he’d spent the entire day with you. Either shopping or in your shared apartment.

- He’s very cuddly

- He’s a little dumb about simple things since he spent a lot of his childhood in a lab so it’s bound to happen

-he'll read lifestyle books with reading glasses

- Whenever he has the chance he talks about retiring, living in a small town and living a domestic life (and potentially finding his mother)

- He’ll get into whatever your interests are even teach you new things about them

- He lets you play with his hair while he looks through paper work or if he’s in a really good mood do his makeup

-he'll let you brush it, braid it, put it into bows.

- I also feel like he’d fall in love with Someone from a small town rather than someone from midgar

-potentially bringing them from there to midgar.

- He likes animals, I feel like he’d be very happy if his s/o had a cat (bonus if it looks like him 🤓☝️)

- I feel like he lives in a big fucking apartment with no furniture cause he sees no point, but eventually when he started to court you he’ll slowly add more furniture. (His hearts flutters when you compliment it)

- I feel like he can cook nibelheim doesn’t count) he’ll often cook, it’s simple but they’re yummy (like him)

-He'll do most of the chores, since he's always does them anyways.

-He wears a pink cat apron

-hes so cute i wish he wasn't fucking insane

-

he sat in bed reading one of his cook books, as the bathroom light was on. Meaning you were of course getting ready for bed, eventually getting into bed with him. You read along with him making a few comments at the dishes that were pictured

Till he put it away and got comfortable with you.

"I think I'll retire after this mission" he began burying his nose into your freshly washed hair.

"oh? so soon" you asked playing with a few strands of his hair

"yes.. perhaps it can help me find my mother.. nibelheim has intersting history i hear"

"oh.. when do you leave?"

"ah, tomorrow afternoon, this will be our last night together for now"

he adds with a small chuckle. and a sigh.

"goodnight my love" he said softly kissing your hair and turning off the lamp

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this was short but hopeu liked 💞

im tryingto be serious but i fear im too funny

NY STUPUD ASS SAVED AS A DRAFT INSTEAD LF POSTD IT 😭😭

Also when u make first class u can choose ur uniform WHO MADE HIS SLUTTY OIFIT

im so nor mal about this game

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Before.

boothill childhood sweetheart headcannons.

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a/n: A PROMISE IS A PROMISE 🤞🤞🤞 and I delivered 😍💪 srry ab being mia been busy playing splatoon. My bootyhill is almost MAXXED out yall 😛😛.Boothill gives me Adrianne Lenker vibes yk I can’t be the only one help anyways enjoy this 😛 long asf and I don’t believe in proof reading.

— Precyborg: Boothill x g/n reader

tw warning : fluff and sad ending bc we can’t have a happy one according to hoyoverse !! 💕

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ingyadar - Adrianne Lenker

my kind of women - Mac de Marco

The hitchhikers guide to the galaxy - ARTMS

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-I feel like you and Boothill would be childhood lovers yk? Like you two were close friends and ended up catching feelings (I would too) always hanging around each other and getting into trouble l together.

-because to me he grew up in a small town with a big family (I think of like those towns in cowboy movies 😭)

-especially in highschool, but not for long. I’d think Boothill dropped out during freshman year(?) to help with his dads but you continued your studies.

-when confronted about it he scoffed and said ‘don’t need no fancy algebra or biology.’ He’d say.

-he’d see you at school (during lunch) and you two would usually hang out after school. Or during festivals or parties.

-scenario-

You two would always sneak away to the lake when it would get boring, giggling and laughing along the way. This time it was during a town festival, everyone in town went so of course no one would notice if two highschools went missing.

So off you two went giggling as you stumbled behind him holding his hand (in a platonic way ofc). “Boothill wait up!” You’d giggle as you slid down the hill. “Hurry or the sheriff will get us!” He’d shout as he helped you up, and the two of you began to splash water on each other. Up until night and his dads caught him with you again

—

-things like that would often happen, anytime one was missing they’d always assume the other would tag along

-your families of course always shipped you two. And knew eventually you’d date (spoilers you do)

- he’d confess to you on a random summer afternoon. While you two sat on his bed in his room

— you two sat on his bed looking around nervously and awkwardly. It was never like this, Boothill would usually say something but he didn’t, he’s open his mouth but nothing came out. His mouth felt dry, unable to confess. But he mustered up the courage.

‘hey.. I, uh” he began before sighing “I really.. really REALLY like you” he finished with a red face as he looked you in the eyes. As you’d giggle nervously and soon turned into a good laugh. “I really like you too Boothill” you said softly kissing his cheek. As he nearly fainted and tackled you into a hug. ‘Finally’ he’d think to himself

-

- now that you two are dating nothing much has changed. Other than kisses and leaving the door open when you two hang out (his dads are concerned about him doing funny stuff to you)

-not a day went by that you wouldn’t be with him, at his house or yours.

-he liked pet names mostly using ‘baby’ or your name.

-he knew how to play guitar they taught him in school, but he learned it on his own and would often serenade to you.

-he’d love cuddling though, in his bed specifically. Yours is too crowed for his liking. (He has one pillow). And play a few records he managed to snag that were imported from a different planet

- the sun painted the sky a pink and orange hue, as your laid in boothills arms dozing off to the soft music in the background. As he whispered sweet nothings to you and some jokes that kept you up giggling. “Your cute you know” he chuckled kissing you temple as she squeezed you

-

-an example of how you’d spend your days, other than teasing and bullying each other 😜

-he was dirt poor. So often he’d ask you for money, which would end up in you hitting his head. But giving in as long as he got you something (most of the time it was burgers 😔)

— up until your graduated, he’d always say how he wanted to leave his dads and live alone with you. So secretly (somehow I don’t know) he’d built a small house with his buddies. ( I feel like you’d move until you were like 20 ig)

-so you’d pack up everything and moved in to the small Cabin. It was small a two small rooms and bathrooms with a big enough kitchen. Also including a farm (of fucking course). Housing his horse, two cows, and a chick coop. A barn dog and cat :3

-you lived comfortably and happily, you’d stay at home and he’s venture off to help others or sell your farm goods.

-he couldn’t propose, he barely had any savings left after buying your couch. So it often got postponed, you didn’t mind (your parents did)

—

-it was a winter night. Boothill was god knows where and you worked in the kitchen making a simple stew. As your pregnant house cat meowed for a piece of beef, you were scolding the cat as Boothill entered the home with a small bundle of blankets in his arms as he closed the door. “Your home.. what’s that?” You’d asked before he walked over showing you the small girl.

“WHOS KID DID YOU KIDNAP” you shouted, startling the little who began to fuss “you idiot I found her..!” He hissed “we don’t have anything for a baby boothill, you know that” you said sighing “I know.. but I couldn’t leave her out there! That’s how my dads found me ya know, aren’t you glad they didn’t leave me to die?” He asked huffing “..sometimes” you shrugged.

—

— there began your journey as parents, you’d sew dresses and onesies for her. As well as ask both of your parents for old baby things, Boothill had a rough time setting up basically everything

‘You can build a house but not a crib’

‘Shut up nerd’

—

You stood outside putting the laundry out to dry on the clothesline. And watched from the corner of your eye the little one and Boothill. As he sat in the shade holding her small guitar he’d made for her, as she sat in the middle and giggled at the kittens playing around her. She’d grown, about 8 months and beginning to walk.

“Da” she said pointing to a certain kitten “yup that’s a kitty” he chuckled watching her gently touch the fluffy ball of fur and giggled. Eventually waddling up to him and falling into his lap as she snuggled him and fell asleep. The sight tugging at your heart strings.

-

-most of your days were spent like that, her playing with the cats. Her waddling around the home or her touching her guitar Boothill made her.

- up until that fateful day, he’d planned to propose to you before he overheard the damn ipc officers joking about burning the town. He didn’t believe it until he saw it. Everything covered in flames, making sure to leave no survivors. And all he could do was watch as the tears fell from his eyes.

- after

he’d often lay in a run down hotel room, in his own head. Admiring the cheap ring he’d finally gotten you, and one you’d never get to wear. Fiddling with it with his metal fingers as he returned it to the small box.

‘I miss you baby’

-

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It was never meant to last.

Boothill x Terminally ill g/n reader

Tw: illness, ANGST, death, dying, me being stupid

g/n reader idk frilly apron mentioned

— I thought of this bc boothill rlly cant die?? In a way so what’s better than a terminally ill lover >_<

-Boothill

-forwards beckon rebound -Adrianne lenker

-

He found you ill

-it was doomed at the start. He found you while traveling, collapsed on the ground.

-he could just leave you there, but you had family.

He knew what it was like to loose family.

— you woke up in a daze, everything blurry and unfamiliar. “..you awake?” You perk up at the sound of his accent and odd voice. “..huh?”

“..I- I- uh found ya, lyin’ in the road. Thought you was dead” he explained standing at the foot of your bed.

He was odd, long hair, made out of metal yet his face was pale. He looked like a cowboy that’s for sure. He avoided your gaze with his hands at his belt

“..I'm alive in a shitty motel”

“Hey!”

"why'd you rescue me?"

He was caught off guard. ‘Why?' he thought it was odd, anyone would be thankful to be rescued.

“You was lying there, I couldn’t leave ya! I bet your families worried, on top of that you’re pale and skinny as a twig!” He said defensively looking over your figure in the bed, that was covered in many blankets

“..well I have no family to worry, and nothing to loose"

You began gently running your fingers along the stitches of the blanket “..I’m ill I’m going to die anyways? Why waste your money on me”

“..yer gonna to die, don’t mean your gonna die now”

“..who are you anyways? Your a cowboy made of metal, flashy clothes, and a human face?” Furrowing your brows as you look over his odd features

“..I’m Boothill member of the galaxy rangers, pleasure to meet you”

—

-that’s where it began, you slowly began to fall for the flashy cowboy, an odd pair.

-he spent his days in the small town helping the sheriff and keep people in place.

He’d settled down.

-you spent your days in bed, looking out the window. Or when you had the strength, you’d cook a small meal.

— “the hell are you doing” he asked gently leading you away from the kitchen, and to the dining room. “Cooking we can’t starve!”

“Not when your like this!" he motioned to your figure "You gotta get better darlin’, here I’ll finish and then you take your medicine”

—

-you hated it, he was out there doing something and all you could do was nothing without having a coughing fit.

-he didn’t mind, he did it all for you. The cooking, cleaning, and giving you medicine.

♡ even if if meant loosing you in the end.

-sometimes he will take you out, on a small walk around the town, a picnic. It wasn’t often but often enough for the both of you.

-your favorite spot was under a weeping willow tree, laying in his lap as you looked up at the sorrowful tree.

-he often cuddled you, he knew he couldn’t offer much comfort or warmth so he cuddled when he had ->

A. A pillow on him & B a blanket.

-you ever wish I wasn't ill

you croaked against the blanket, your tired eyes looking up at him.

"all the damn time, I wanna do everything and anything with ya pretty thing"

he answered his hat over his face

"makes sense, I wanna go out into town more"

letting out a small chuckle you, remove his hat "am I that unsightly you don't wanna look at me?"

"are you stupid! NO!" he replied harshly taking his hat back

"i was just asking" you uttered snuggling into his side

"just...focus on getting better doll"

he sighed giving you a small kiss on the head

-hes so gentle, with anything giving you medicine, brushing your hair, helping you dress, maybe even doing your make up. He doesn't wanna hurt you, more than you already are hurting.

-he'd even share his earrings with you, and you with him.

-at night sharing stories of his own planet, while you played with his fingers

-"and thats when the horse bucked me off" he recalled with a small smile as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, with your fingers intertwined.

"sweet dreams darlin'"

he said turning down the oil lamp, and kissing your forehead

-when he isn't out, he'll spend the day with you doing domestic chores. Laundry, dishes, dusting, sweeping. All of it

-and to make you laugh he'll wear your frilly apron

--

it was quiet, it was odd. He slightly rushed to the bedroom, to see you staring out of it. Soon you notice

"..I'm dying boothill doctor said I ain't gonna make it to tomorrow"

"what? you told him your restin' taking your medicine-" he listed everything you'd done right before getting cut off "Its terminal, I told you. Nothing can stop it, just hold it off a little longer." you didn't face him

You didn't want him to see the small tears building up

"..so tomorrow you ain't gonna wake up..?" he asked in a somber tone hugging you from behind. Silently respecting your wishes.

"..its the best way to go, no? peacefully in your lovers arms"

"I guess" he replied quietly playing with your hair.

"...I'm scared"

"you wasn't scared of death before"

"That was different Boothill! Now its certain, I'll be gone" you said in a sad tone, squeezing his hand. "..I'll be here though, hold ya through the whole thing ya hear?" he said kissing you neck and rubbing your stomach

-

"sweet dreams darlin'"

he whispered gently into your ear.

Giving you one last sweet kiss on your chapped lips

--

The night ended like any other

Except when morning did come, and you were gone.

He buried you beneath your favorite tree, and left the planet.

With another hole in his mechanical heart

--

hope you enjoyed !

this one was quick to write i have a lot of ideas but im dumb ☹️

prolly gonna make a jing yuan version later on :P

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Hello! I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if I could request some angst with Jing Yuan! Jing Yuan x Dragon (or Vidyadhara if that's more practical!)Reader? A very jaded and distant individual but they care for him and bring him all sorts of treasures and such, but in a awful turn of events they die in his arms, taking a blow for him

Thank you for your time :D

-A/n: HII FIRST REQUEST OMG 🤭🤭😘💖, yes bye this took me awhile bc finals buttfucked me, BUT I PASSED 😍

i love jing yuan and this ideas so cute to me

tw warning; sad, HORRIBLE grammar

Treasure

Jing yuan x Vidyadhara s/o

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for lovers who hesiatate - JANNABI

-Headcannons-

-He loves seeing those little neatly wrapped gifts on his desk. with a heart felt note. But of course next time he'd see you, you'd deny writing such a note.

-behind the scenes, you'd make him breakfast and meals. But only to send the maids to give it to him.

-You don't speak much, other than uttered 'I love you's' or 'have a good day'

-you prefer showing your love with small gifts.

-When you travel off the xianzou, you bring him a small bow from Jarlio or a clockie figure from penacony (😭)

-Always eager to give them to give with your stoic face

-many wonder how you two ended up together (idk either tbh)

-he often teases you about it behind closed doors. In the safe sanctuary that is your shared room, where you cling to his strong arm (😍)

-as well as gently touch your horns or admire your tail from afar

-he prefers words of affirmation rather than actions, always praising you or complimenting you. As your face turns red and you hide shyly from him

-but more often than not he finds himself napping on your plush tail, as you enjoy your hobbies. Sometimes he’d admire it snd trace the scales on it.

-I think how you met is that. You worked at a simple pastry stand, where Jing yuan would often stop by. Eventually leading him to eat all his meals there just to see you.

- tw for death war and blood 🤞

-when he saw you take the blow, the entire world froze for him. You knew he would survive the blow, yet you took it for him. He’d bought a ring, he left it in the generals tent. He promised himself after the war, he’d gift it to you. But the promise was broken, as you lay on the ground face up with blood flowing from the fresh wound. As he desperately tried to stop the bleeding, and looking more around as the battle continued without end.

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Scenario after math:

Jing yuan stood at the edge of the water where your body had been sent off. He’d placed the ring on your finger before the casket was closed. He couldn’t cry, he felt like you wouldn’t like it if he did. So he didn’t, instead he went on just missing your warmth and your small acts of service. Those small gifts no longer appeared, he was now alone in his bed, he wouldn’t receive your treats. So eventually a long 800 years past, where he never loved. Until he’d heard of a new vidyadhara, that was reborn.

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This was different but I LIKED ITT

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Angels.

a/n: hi

It’s been a while 💔i got butt fucked by finals but we dont talk about that, happy new year guys ^.^, im super thankful that i got back into writing (even if it bad) and im glad ppl like my dumb headcannons! I'd like to try to write more this year and hopefully get to 100 followers ^o^

tw: for religous topics, intimacy (implied) sunday being conflicted, bad writing 😜

sunday x g/n reader

-Televangelism - Ethel Cain

Sunday sat in the pews of the church, staring ahead at the podium where earlier he had given the daily prayer over the disciples in the church. He held his bible tightly, as he waited for Father Gopher to finish conversing with one of the ladies. His eyes wondering around the familiar church, the statues of Mother Mary and his savior Jesus Christ. The sight of the statues made his mouth dry, the overwhelming dread that he might mess up and sin and how the Father might find out.

Eventually Father Gopher did exit his office, taking Sunday to his ranch. Sunday hated the orphanage, which why he spend most of the day at the church. Helping set up for the day, help out during bible studies. Anything to get his mind off of where he was left by his parents. So he often wrote Robin letters, describing what he was doing. Learning piano, memorizing bible strictures. He’d try to send them weekly, including small newspaper clippings of his performances at the church and trinkets he’d find that reminded him of her.

Father Gopher was helping him become a pastor, not because he wanted to.. Or did he? He thought to himself as he wrote to Robin. He tried to write weekly to update her on his situation. He missed her, but he hated the orphanage they stayed at. His goal was to earn enough money for them to live together one day. When he was either a pastor or a pianist for them church choir. He forced himself into any activity, with no thought behind it.

His days were mostly mundane, practicing his piano and reading the Bible. Father had told him that when he was old enough, he'd take over the small church. Which soon became Sundays goal, now he followed behind father gopher consuming whatever knowledge he'd spoken.

Till one day there was a new family at church, Father had asked him to show you around. Where youth group was, where everyone would eat after the sermon.

He nervously explained the church and everyone who ran it. Stuttering over his words when he felt eyes staring at the back of his head.

“..what’s so interesting about my head?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“Your wings, they’re pretty” you smiled at him, “I’ve always thought Halovians were pretty” you say shyly admiring his pale feathers.

His cheeks turned rosey as he looked everywhere, to avoid the embarrassment. “..thanks” he said quietly. He had a small blush on his face. The entire tour and when you left he went home to look at his wings closely, “are they really that pretty?” he asked himself looking at the pale blue feathers.

—

Sunday would see you every.. Sunday at church, little by little getting to know each other more and more.

He’d go out of his way to find you after the service, offering help for any thing. Any little excuse to be around you. Often catching him in town, helping those around the church or him sending a letter every week. He wanted to get closer to you, but one thing held him off. Your stance on religion. He could tell your heart wasn't fully devoted to the church, you were in a way like him. But instead of feeling the dread in your stomach, you were fine.

The father wanted him to have a god loving lover, not someone like you who only attended because they were told too. Yet he couldn’t keep himself away from you, Finding interest in anything you did out of the church.

You learned he loved sweets, but the Father would limit him, he loves music especially piano, it was a marvel watching him play so well. You also learned he was to take over the church once he was of age.

"Is it something you want?" you ask titling your head, at the idea as you swung beside him on the playground.

"Father wan-" before he could finish you interrupt. "No is it something you want Sunday"

For the first time in his life, he really questioned himself.

He never grew out of it, even as a teen. Father Gopher knew of you and Sunday, he didn’t like leaving either of you alone. He didn’t like the idea of letting Sunday fool around with someone he had feelings for. Even less someone who wasn't as close to god as he'd like them to be

So he'd sneak out at night just too see you, you two often met in some field or in front of the gas station.

He’d take you on walks, showing you his favorite places to visit. A small shack behind the barn, a secret diner far from town, a place where he’d gaze into the sky.

“The stars, they remind me of your eyes.” You said looking back him. “Do they?” He asked his gaze never leaving the sky, “they sparkle the same way, yours so when you see me”. At that comment he finally looked over, “it’s because you’re beautiful” he said simply getting up, and leaving.

-

There wasn’t really a line that defined what you two were, many thought you were lovers. But Sunday never really said ‘I love you’, he’d kiss you and give you estranged touches. But it was nothing like the other couples in the town. Was he ashamed of loving you? You never bothered to ask, it didn’t hurt.. much. Since you only saw him at night.

Night spent in abandoned cars, where you'd both talk about everything. He liked listening to other people lives, they were all so different to the one he was given.

Listening to the antics you were up too in school, things you did at home. It was all foreign to him. God how he ached to experience them with you.

"Have you ever been in love?" you asked leaning on his shoulder, your eyes following his. "With god-"

"thats not what I meant, like love with anyone? Romantically" you pushed sitting up to face him directly.

"...I don't know, what it feels like. Only what I've read from the books you let me read. It sounds wonderful" he said thoughtfully, with a small sigh. He didn't want to comment on the feeling he felt when he was around you.

-

Sunday was feeling especially restless, during church he kept stealing glances at you while playing his piano. Looking at the notes, and the lyrics made him ill. He couldn't face them, not with the thoughts he had or actions he took with you.

He'd rented out a room for the night in a shabby motel, it was cheap and inconspicuous. "Isn't your father-" "He's not my father!" he cut you off.. "..No I told him I'm visitin' robin" he added closing the curtains. "..When is she gonna finally come to town?"

"No idea." He said towering over you, his hand softly caressing your plump cheek. "You really wanna do this? Your not gonna regret waiting are you-" "No.. all teens do this no?" "In movies and shit.." you replied quietly as his lips press against yours.

"Sunday, he's watching" you say softly looking at his bag, that held all of his church belongings.

"..I'll repent later"

--

After that fateful encounter, he avoided you. He'd immediately go back to the flat where he lived, where he'd spend nights in bed repeating the words of his bible in his head. Tears staining the words, he didn't know what was right. His heart or the thing he'd devoted his life too. The church choir didn't resonate with his heart anymore, his heart felt heavy at the lyrics. Especially spotting you alone in the back, only made him feel worst.

The guilt gnawed at him so much, he just left the town.

He left the town, he didn't know what he wanted. To love you or to love the church. He couldn't tell you goodbye in person, so he wrote a letter. Leaving it in your mailbox, with a gift tied up neatly with a bow.

Dear, Angel

I really did love you, I never told you. I was scared, to think of what would've come from it. But I adored you, you helped me realized what I wanted. I owe you everything for that, I'm sorry for not facing you.

Just know that I regret nothing, I've moved somewhere quite aways from town. Perhaps I'll see you once more?

I don't know if you hate me or love me, perhaps I'll never know.

I wrote sheet music for you, its not church related. But its how my heart felt when I was around you.

I remember when you asked me if I ever had fallen in love, I lied. I was, I am in love with you.

-Your Sunday

-

You stared at the word angel, in his eye you were his angel. You read over the note with a blank face, his neat handwriting covering the page. The tears came when you saw the sheet music he'd written, it was all handmade. The carefully lined up staff alone the start, the notes perfectly lined up. What few new words it had, chosen to describe his love for you.

The piece being called angel.

-

This one took me a fat minute haven’t had any inspiration plus I’m back in school 😔 amphorus is out :3 I’ll add more characters to my roster too! For this I took a lot of inspo from preachers daughter and Ethel’s new album perverts which I personally rlly enjoyed ^^ lmk if you have any requests or want to see me write for more characters! ^3^ I think this year im gonna focus more on requests, and maybe more one shots.

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I’m sorry

He stared at the gravestone, it was neglected. Dirty, with dried up flowers and old toys that were stained brown.

..he’d forgotten

He promised himse. He promised he wouldn’t forget her. Out of everyone. He’d forgotten his daughter. With all the mess in penacony, & finding the man who’d done it all.

He forgot the whole reason he began

He forgot, to visit the small grave. He used to visit often, buying toys and fresh flowers each time.

Now they were tattered, stained and dead.

Like him.

“..I’m sorry”

Is all he uttered as he sat beside the grave, no tears fell out.

Nothing else was said.

“I’m sorry babygirl”

he repeated again, again and again hoping he would forgive himself for everything he’d done.

—

i fear boothill cant be happy

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"...I'm like your mother" Dan Heng x reader

minilial - asked: "Dan Heng with lazy reader so he would always act like a nagging mother and often scold reader"

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why r the ones w black hair and emo the most put together cahracters dude (and the ones i want)

anyways HERE YOU GO POOKIE 💞

-- in the afternoon - the cardigans

-

you two were and unlikely pair, the most lazy and clumsy person (you) and dan heng the quiet rational one on the express.

-when he sees you lazing (wtf i s that a word) around he'll wack you with paper and drag you along with him to organize the archives (yay)

"this isn't fair" you huffed organizing the information he'd given you form penacony. "just do it, you have nothing better to do" he replied reading a book on the floor. "well your reading a book!" you mocked looking over at him "because I finished all my work, what have you done besides play game on your phone?" he said looking up at you. ".." with nothing to say you returned to your work, mocking him and grumbling under your breath.

-Even though neither of you have energy you two squabble a lot

-often about you doing nothing while he does all the work

-but he loves you beneath all that scolding and hitting

-he'll show it through buying you trinkets 😜or food (both r good)

-

you two were cuddling in YOUR bed (bc he sleeps on the floor like a weirdo) he read a book as you loosely followed along, before he remembered something. "hey did you clean the hallway like i asked" he asked looking over at you, soon realizing you forgot and looked away. "..yes" "don't lie to me, do i have to lock your phone away again. "WHAT NO" immediately getting up to do as your told.

"...I'm like your mother, telling you what to do" he said watching you get up. upon hearing this you stuck your tongue out and went to clean the hall.

-like i said before he often wacks you on the head, or tugs at your cheek/ear.

-when everyone else is gone though he'll kiss your cheek and rub it

'you dont listen to me, its for your own good'

'your not my mom your my boyfriend'

'.....'

-well more often than not he'll find you laying on the couch or sleeping, which he will drag you, and make you help him do something.

-that or he'll scold you for being on your phone too much

-and then you'll insult his phone case

-which ends up in him confiscating your phone and making you read

-but he loves you really, he can't really show it. But when your sleeping he will tuck you in and kiss your forehead. Or leave you credits to spend where ever the express is parked

-its when your awake where the problem begins

'i hate you' you grumble cleaning the windows alongside him

'you love me'

'....not right now'

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this one is short and kinda bad but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 😭

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His off days

— Argenti x reader

Sorry I haven’t done requests I’ve been playing games and was kidnapped to go to drivers ed 🙁

I hope u like it’s pure fluff for once

Per usual I don’t believe in proofreading

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— Ma cherie - malice mizer

-he travels a lot meaning he sleeps in a bunch of random hotels, but he has a home with you on a far away planet. A simple little home, where he’ll go during his off time. (Which isn’t much)

-when he does visit, he’s greeted by the living room being tidy. And the smell of baked goods from the stone oven.

-most often than not he’ll return at night, you can hear the small clanks of his armor as he removes it.

-he’ll enter your shared room quietly and put on his night attire. Eventually joining you in bed slowly, not to wake you. Sometimes he’ll lay awake admiring your sleeping features, your soft lips, the way your nose scrunches, and your wisps of hair fall onto your face

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You slowly woke up, it was still night but your view was now obstructed by the night of beauty. “You’re back” you quietly croaked cuddling into his warmth “..that I am my love, please don’t stay up for me” he replied softly in his soothing voice as he traced the bridge of your nose

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-how you spend your days depends, sometimes you spend it baking together. Or rather staying cuddled up in bed as he tells you his adventures. Other days you’ll go to the market

-sometimes he’ll let your brush his hair as he washes his face, or fills out paperwork.

-and he’ll do the same to you (brushing your hair, and styling it) And He never fails to steal a kiss from you

-but he’ll never go a day without giving you some type of gift, he’ll give you many from his travels.

‘This one reminded me of you’.

he said simply as he handed you the 50th thing he'd bought in his travels.

-when it’s a holiday or anniversary he’ll go a bit bigger, but it’s usually a rose (duh), a trinket, or a piece of jewelry. Which all are on display on your vanity. (Or jewelry box or sink idk)

- he’d also help you shop for clothing, he’ll let you know what colors suit you. As well as silhouettes, but he will NEVER say something is ugly on you. He’d prefer ‘unflattering’ but he’d say it’s the clothing fault, not yours

-he’s a gentlemen, he’ll take you on dates, to cafes or fancy restaurants. Lead you places with his hand, kiss your hand, knuckles, wrist, nose, corner of your lips. EVERYTHING.

-He also bought you a promise ring, it’s simple with a ruby on it. He had a matching one, but it’s hidden under his many layers

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“What is this” you asked looking at the simple band with a single ruby on it “a promise ring” he said kissing the ring on your finger “..it’s meant to embody our love darling, do you not like it?” He asked his brows furrowing in confusion “no! I love it and you!.. I was just confused on why you gave me a ring that wasn’t an engagement ring-“ you said trailing off, and he began to chuckle “one day my love, when i have traveled all the planets, we’ll marry”

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He doesn’t have much time off two weeks at most once every few months. It’s tiring but when he sneaks into your bedroom it’s all worth it

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It’s short I’m sorry 😔 I will write my requests guys TRUST 💪💪💪💪💪

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