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tbaluver · 6 days ago

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Hi! I love your headcanon fics! You do a great job of capturing the LADS boys personalities and habits of the characters. 💝

Could I request headcanons for comforting the boys after a nightmare? Thank you. 😊

Comforting Him During A Nightmare- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader genre: fluff fluff summary: he has a nightmare from his past life and you're there to comfort him. a/n: hih my lovely!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i apologize for taking forever doing this requests ! i didn't want it to be as identical to the one where i wrote when he comforts you during a nightmare (╥﹏╥) i hope this way okay and that you enjoy ! posting a couple of requests in a bit ! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ also thank you for helping and beta- reading this @ilovemitsuya @justwinginglife @deusfoundry -`♡´-

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Xavier:

Xavier rarely has trouble sleeping, but tonight, a nightmare that made him relive his past has truly shaken him to his core. The fear lingered and his chest felt heavy. He was worried that once he fell asleep again, the dream might return again.

His gaze shifts to you, sleeping peacefully. He reaches out to you, tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and then tracing his fingertips traces the line of your jaw, caressing your warm skin. You were warm and alive and that brought him comfort.

The tender touch, stirred you awake. Your eyes flutter open to meet Xavier’s concerned gaze, his expression softening when he realizes you woke up.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to wake you,” He whispered, his hands continuing to caress your cheek.

It’s surprising to see Xavier awake before you. You knew that his dreams must’ve troubled him and that words couldn’t ease him now, not the way your touch could.

You sat up beside him, your arms reaching for him to pull him closer. You nuzzle against his palm, pressing your soft lips to the inner part of his hand before trailing a kiss to the back of his hand. The sweet gesture seemed to calm him, the tension disappearing.

Slowly, you adjust both your positions until you are both more comfortable. You laid down, guiding his head to rest on your chest, wrapping your arms around him. Gently, you ran your fingers through his hair as his body relaxed against yours.

Zayne:

Zayne is not surprised when he has this nightmare again. It’s the same one that haunts him every night. The faces, the voices, it all felt too real.

He sits up when he wakes up, the familiar weight of the nightmare still lingers. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to brush it off but the guilt gnaws at him. But his heart sinks once he realizes that he woke you up. It disturbed you too from your peaceful slumber.

“Go back to sleep....” He murmurs softly as he tries to tuck you back in but you brush off his hand and sit up beside him.

“Nightmare?” You asked, your voice laced with sleepiness as you rub your eyes.

He nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips to mask it off. “I’m okay now.” But you can see right through his lie, you know him all too well.

You would offer to make him tea and he only accepts as long as he makes it with you. As the kettle heats, you find a good book to read, something light and nothing related to medical reports so it would help distract him.

He knows what you’re doing and it’s sweet. It’s one of the things he loves about you. You’re trying to lull him back to sleep but instead you’re the one who dozes off first. A soft and genuine smile tugs at the corners of his lips when he notices you curled up beside him and your breathing is even and slow.

With a quiet sigh, he closes the book you both were trying to read and places it carefully on the nightstand. He shifts you slightly, tucking you back in the comforts of your blankets before settling himself beside you. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you closer as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

Unfortunately, the nightmares do return but this time there was a shift in it. A familiar hunter who he loves and finds comfort in, comes to save him, erasing the guilt that haunts him every night and shaping each nightmare back into a dream.

Rafayel:

You wake up to a cool pressure against your skin, blinking sleepily you’re met with a shimmering lint of pearls scattered across yours and Rafayel’s pillow. They slid off your pillows as you adjusted your position, your heart tightening as you realized what it meant. Rafayel has been crying.

You gently brush away the pearls as you adjust your position to cradle him. His brows furrowed, his mouth pouted, and his skin glittered from his tears. You murmur reassurance softly until his eyes fluttered open.

He pretends he didn’t dream anything bad, deflecting the nightmare that haunts him into a joke.

“I dreamt I was back in Lemuria and...you were turned into this evil fishie. Who knew even a small fishie like you could be so mean..”

You could tell that he didn’t want to talk about it or dig deeper into his nightmare so you shift the conversation to asking about Lemuria or the sea, his beloved home.

You could tell the tension in his body eases as he spoke about his home but as the night wore on, you both adjusted the position you were both in, into something comfortable.

He’d nuzzle closer to you, his forehead resting against yours with a content smile. His reasoning, “Hold on tightly to me. That way, you won’t turn into an evil fishie again.”

You’ll hold him close as you both drift into peaceful sleep. But it doesn’t stop there. Rafayel would cling onto you DAY and NIGHT like a Koala for at least a week until he forgot about his nightmare.

Sylus:

The rapid rise and fall of his chest stirs you awake. Sure, you’re familiar with his fast heartbeat, but tonight was different. His breathing was uneven and strained, his eyebrows were furrowed in discomfort and soft grunts slipped from his lips as he shifted in his sleep.

His eyes flutter open and his expression softens when he sees you laying on top of him, gently rubbing reassuring circles on his arm.

“Did I wake you, sweetie? ‘m sorry,” he murmurs, his large hands finding their way to your hair, gently running through it.

“It’s okay Sy,” You sleepily rub your eyes, sitting up from his chest. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He sighs, pulling you closer. His arms would lift you up to adjust you until your head was nestled in the crook of his neck, just the way you both liked it. “I thought I almost lost you again..”

Sylus would ask if you could sing or hum for him as your voice only brings him comfort. You would know he fell asleep when his fingers that slip through your hair slowed, stopping their tracks on your arm.

A small sleepy smile tugs at the corners of his lips as you press a soft kiss to his lips before you nuzzle against him.

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brave98archive · 2 years ago

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I think im gonna come back

#brave.txt #hiiiiiiii hih ih i hi #HI

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aka-indulgence · 7 months ago

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Imminent Threat: Baby Pictures Confirmed!

I was bitten by the inspiration bug and I do love this idea a lot, heheh…

Wanna see what happens if HT!Sans catches a glimpse of your baby pictures?

(HT!Sans x Female!Reader)

(No warnings just be prepared for silly, fluff, and cute (aggression))

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Sans twiddles his thumbs, watching you leave with the dishes into the kitchen. Your parents had forbidden him from doing the dishes.

“You made us this wonderful meal! It’s her turn on the chores anyway,”

“What! I come home to see you and you’re just making me do chores?”

“Yes! It’s to catch up on all the chores you missed these past few months! Hahahah!”

He turned to you and whispered a pathetic little “sorry,” but you waved him off.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. Might as well treat them since I can’t cook like you, right? Keep them company.”

So here he was, sitting on the table, feeling like he was going to expel the meal he just ate, watching your parents wipe their lips with tissue like they were about to interrogate him.

“So, how’s living with (Y/n) like?”

“good.” no no. too fast. talk more. “she…… she’s nice.”

nice? is that all i have to say about her?

“Ah. That’s good to hear,” your dad replies, taking a sip of tea from a mug.

…

i guess if i said the other things i thought of her, they’d probably want to take her away from me.

“Hey, I hope she’s more active than how she used to be. She used to stay home for days, and we’d have to remind her to go outside and get some sun!” Your mom chortles, and Sans rubs the back of his neck.

“a… actually… she’s the one that wants to leave the house now. i don’t… like leaving. the house is nicer.” Sans forces a grin, but he can’t tell if it’s coming off as awkward or spine-chillingly horrifying.

He can’t gauge how your parents reacted. Your dad smirked, and your mom tilted her head. What does that mean? Do they not approve? Sans usually prides himself in being able to read people like a book- even after the head injury. But his skull is full of thoughts.

“I imagine you’d have to stay at home to hone that cooking skill, then?” Your mom offered, “that stew was amazing! The blend of herbs and spices, the broth wasn’t too thick or thin, and the meat was cooked to perfection…”

Your dad chuckles. “I don’t know about cooking as much as my wife does, but I’ll tell you what, that’s one hell of a stew you’ve got. You could probably start a restaurant,”

“heh… heh you think?” His grin turns more genuine as his cheeks turn a tinge of dark blue.

“How did you learn to cook so well, Sans? Did you go to culinary school?” Your mom pries.

“oh… no actually, i learnt it all myself,” Sans explains, “back in the underground we didn’t have much to go on but we didn’t want to eat something completely tasteless so i learnt how to make things taste good with what we had…”

Sans realizes too late that maybe he brought up the underground a bit too casually, because all of a sudden your mom looks stricken with guilt, and your dad looks awfully uncomfortable.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to…”

“no no. i-i brought it up, you don’t have to apologize,”

Is he smiling too much? Should he be frowning? Wait hold on he’s looking at your mom too much, he should look at your dad now. Oh he’s looking away…

Why was he so bad at this? He’s relied on looking scary and stopping everyone from trying to talk to him. B-but he likes your parents, they’re nice, some of the few humans that actually look past his scary face and see him as… sort of harmless?

Your dad broke the silence.

“Yes, I’ve always tried to make the most of my meals. Like when I have crumbs I’d toss them near the anthill we used to have in the backyard. Hahah, one time when (Y/n) was very little she saw me throw breadcrumbs and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was feeding the ants, and she must have been really impressed with that idea… because,”

Your dad got into a fit of giggles, and Sans perks up.

“Tch… hih! Because the next day I found her standing in front of the anthill… with bread on top of it. Whole wheat, whole bread slice. I asked her what she was doing! And she said ‘I’m feeding the ants!’ She looked so proud I had to take a picture of her! I think I have it on my phone,”

Sans mouth opens. He all but quaked in his chair, having to physically restrain from grabbing your dad’s phone.

“m-m…” Sans coughs trying to regain composure, “may i see it,”

“On it, just… give me a sec…” Sans watched as your dad scrolled and scrolled, until…

“Found it,”

He turned his phone around.

There you were, no older than 3, in a little bucket hat, sleeveless shirt and shorts, with tiny flip flops. You had a bright, sunshine smile on your face, and humorously… a slice of bread sitting amidst the grass and dirt just a foot or two away from you.

Sans’ eyelights shrinks, his grin gone. Carefully, he takes the phone out of your dad’s hands and zooms in on your face. You had dimples in your cheeks, and they… they looked so plump like little squishballs. Your eyes were round and sparkled in the sun. His hands shook.

He must’ve looked unhinged.

“What do you think?” Your mom asked.

“sh…… she’s so small……” Sans breaths, then swallows, turning to your dad. “d… d’you… do you have more…?”

Your dad snorts, his arms crossed. “‘Do you have more’ he says,” he scoffs. “Kid, we have an entire baby album.”

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You tuned out of the conversation in the kitchen, earphones plugging your ears, a tried and true ‘dish washing’ playlist playing as your background music. It was a nice break. You’re happy to see your parents again, but they can be a bit overbearing at times… ask Sans odd questions about monsters, sometimes mention how tiny you look next to your boyfriend (which had Sans hiding his face… they thought he was offended but he was mortified, worried your parents were hinting at how he was like with you in private).

Though you certainly didn’t miss doing chores back home, you did see it as a bit of a reprieve.

But then over the music, you heard laughter… loud laughter. It didn’t sound like your dad. And Sans doesn’t usually laugh that hard. It started soft at first but it got louder and louder, until you were sure that was Sans. What were they doing to him? It almost sounded like they found his most ticklish bone and was torturing him with him.

A laugh startled you so bad you almost dropped a clean plate onto the floor. You took off an earphone just in time for your mom to walk in.

“Hi dear, this is your dad’s, he’s finished his tea. You don’t have to wash it if you don’t want to…”

“Yea, ok-” you say, distracted and looking over your mom’s shoulder as if you could see what was causing all the ruckus. “What is happening???”

“Oh,” your mom laughed, “Sans is such a sweet, delightful monster. Your dad’s showing him your baby pictures-”

“Excuse me my WHAT?!!”

You threw the gloves onto the sink counter, washed your hands hastily, and yanked the other earphone off, tossing them haphazardly into a pocket. Tripping over your feet to sprint into the room, though you realize you’re too late.

Sans is vibrating on the sofa, having migrated from the table it seems. His eyelight was blown wide, the widest you’ve seen it, glued to the open book in front of him. Your dad flipped a page, looking unaware of the murderous skeleton next to him.

“And here… oh this was on a trip to the beach. She’d gotten scared of water because of a wave too big had brought her out from shore and her legs couldn’t reach the sand. It wasn’t out to sea or anything, but when you’re that small it must’ve been scary. But the hotel had a pool and I couldn’t have my daughter stay afraid of water… this was after a fun session of swimming in floaties and being swung into the pool.”

“ah… HAHAHAH! bright… orange…!”

It was clear to you now. Sans wasn’t laughing from something funny. He was overjoyed. So overjoyed he can’t contain it in himself that he just bursts with it. His eyelights warbled. They looked like hearts shimmering under a running river.

You grabbed your head in despair. “No, no no- what have you done!”

Your dad had looked up immediately, while Sans’ didn’t, holding onto the album. Though… his grin had twisted into something dark.

Dad took a photo out, the one he was just explaining: a picture of you laughing in orange floaties, floral swimwear, carried by your dad in a clear blue pool, looking up at the camera. The sides of the picture were slightly yellow.

“Do you remember this, poppy? It’s weird to think you were ever scared of water now… it’s hard to stop you from swimming, nowadays,”

You can’t help but smile in your heart a little. It brought back happy memories of travelling with your parents when you were little.

Unfortunately, there are far more pressing matters at the moment.

“No, wait, dad… what did you do?”

“What?”

“You… you showed Sans my baby pictures?”

“Baby and toddler pictures,” your dad corrected. “Also there’s no need to be embarrassed, I feel like it’s a right of passage to have your baby pictures shown to your significant other by your parents.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you shake your hands helplessly, “it’s just… Sans is gonna kill me,”

There was an incident, almost a year ago now. You were shuffling through some things you found in a box you never unpacked… at the bottom you found a polaroid of you rolled up in a baby blue blanket and, admittedly, looking pretty darned cute.

You showed it to Sans, innocently. It’s cute, you can admit it, and you knew Sans would appreciate it.

Oh how naive you were.

He held the picture, stared at it. Was at a loss for words, though he kept trying to form them helplessly, bringing it close to his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he muttered.

“b… baby…… b… baby…”

Then he went crazy. Picking you up, not listening to your protests- usually when Sans gets in a cuddly mood he ignores your complaints but that time, it was like he really couldn’t hear you. His pupil was blown wide and constantly shifted from heart to circle. He squashed you in bed, smooshed your cheeks, kissed you until you were gasping for breath- you don’t even think it’s a sexual thing, he was just overcome with cute aggression!

It wasn’t a one time thing either. Carelessly, you’d leave the picture propped up on the window as a cute memento aesthetic… thing, maybe, but every time Sans looked at the picture too long, he’d get into his violent cuddly moods and kidnap you to the bedroom to squish you. Eventually you had to hide it to avoid inducing anymore ‘cute-induced murderous rage’ in him.

And your parents just opened pandora’s box for you.

Your brows furrow in worry as Sans looks up from the album to you, his eyelight tightening into just a fraction of what it was before, zeroing in on you. His grin was wide and deranged. He chuckled, a low, threatening sound.

“heh heh… i’m going to crush you.”

#aka writing #ht!sans #sans x reader #i need to fix the x reader tags someday #jsdjggf #childhood stories are sourced from Me #disclaimer: no actual imminent threat #just get squashed by sans #lol

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bewitchedfeathers · 17 days ago

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Hitching - Jay/ce Snz Fic

For the lovely anon that requested Jayce desperately hitching with a stuck sneeze. I hope this satisfies! Included Viktor inducing him with a tissue.

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“Oh mby god..”

“Jayce, are you alright?”

“I’mb finde I juh--just…hhh’Hhh…Sndf ndeed to sndeeze…SDnffff”

“And it is stuck?”

“Yeah, I keh-heeep…hih-hitching…”

Viktor came over to his side, letting a hand settle on Jayce’s shoulder and gently massaging at the muscle beneath his delicate fingers.

“That sounds frustrating,” he said with a small frown. He looked over Jayce and he looked no worse than he had this morning, nose slightly pink but otherwise energetic. His voice had a slight rasp to it and he’d been drinking tea all that morning but Jayce had assured him that it was a mild cold and it would pass on it’s own.

“I cah-cadn’t get anything done. I just..hhh’Hihhh…Hih? SNDFF snffsnf keep doing that.”

Viktor gave a sympathetic hum. Gaze turning thoughtful as he considered the problem.

“I’m too hhh…distracted to work on eh-equations and I definitely can’t…hhh…can’t work on hh-huh anything phy-Hiihhhh…Hh’Huhhh’HUH…..nghh physical. Sdnff.”

He looked up at Viktor with pleading watery eyes.

“Perhaps-” Jayce interrupted him with a heaving breath in, eyes falling shut again and a tear slipping down one cheek as he hitched wildly for a moment but it again came to nothing.

“This is hh..ridiculous. Sndff,” He grumbled stuffily.

“Perhaps, if we force you to sneeze it will give you some relief.”

“Force mbe? Huh-how do I make myself sndeeze?”

“Are you allergic to anything?”

Jayce immediately shook his head at the suggestion, a vague look of horror in his eyes as he imagined inducing with an allergen right now. “I definitely sdnff don’t want to…ahh-add allergies on top of…of…Hohh’hhh…Huhhh..of this.”

“Reasonable. Then perhaps something slightly more invasive.”

“More invasive?” Jayce said with a panicked expression, “I don’t like thuhh-the sound of that, Vik.”

“No, no, nothing harmful. I just meant perhaps inserting something into your nose might induce a strong enough reaction to cause you to sneeze.”

“You thih-think Hhhh…Hiiihh’HIH!...hnn. Hoh…my god. Okay. I’ll try anything…”

“Give me a moment,” Viktor stepped away to search through his bag for an appropriate tool. Jayce rubbed irritably at his nose, which twitched under his touch leading to another round of wavering breaths that lead nowhere.

“Ah, there we are,” Viktor murmured and pulled a packet of tissues from his bag he kept in case of emergency. Both Jayce and Viktor usually carried a handkerchief, and Jayce had brought in a few this morning, setting them on a side table in preparation for a work day with a head cold. But today his tissues would be used in a different way than a kerchief.

Viktor returned to Jayce's side and tugged a stool over to sit next to him. He pulled out the tissues and began rolling one into a long point. Jayce watched curiously as he dabbed his nose with his usual red hankie.

“Now this will be inserted into one of your nostrils, preferably the one most sensitive, until we hit a spot that triggers a sneeze,” he outlined his method casually.

“And you thuh…huh..thought this up just now?”

“No, I've done it to myself once or twice before, for a similar reason.”

“Huh. Okay, so I just stick it hihh..hh… up there.”

“I would insert it going slowly and twisting it as you go and then gently pressing it to the back of your nose. I can do it for you, if you'd prefer?”

“You don't thihhh-hihh…think that's weird?”

“We work with the strange and unexplainable everyday, this is really very mundane, don't you think?”

“I guess… Then um let's hahh-ve you do it. If Sdnff you don't mind.”

“I said I don’t,” he offered mildly, “Now move your chair closer so I can reach more easily.”

Jayce pauses in his movement. “Wait, if this w-works I'll end up hh…huh?.. sneezing on you”

“Nonsense you will hold your handkerchief at the ready and catch any sneezes in it. It'll be fine.”

Jayce bit his lip mulling it over, “Okay. Okay, lets go ah-head and do it then.”

“Good. Now sit and tilt your head up slightly,” he directed gentle but firm.

Jayce tilted his head back and his breath hitched, flaring his nostrils wide before they relaxed again as his breathing leveled out.

“Very good,” Viktor praised distractedly. Jayce's cheeks flushing lightly in response.

Viktor inserted the tip of the rolled up tissue just past the edge of one nostril. But as soon as it brushed the inner rim Jason flinched back on instinct. His nostrils flared wide as he heaved in a few gasping breaths, and then huffed out a discontent sigh.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sniffling congestedly.

“It's alright, Jayce. Lets try again.” This time Viktor took a hold of Jayce's chin to help keep him still. He inserted the tissue into Jayce's nose and ignored the way Jayce's breath hitched and wavered at the least provocation. He twisted it slowly as he pushed it farther up and Jayce's hands balled into fists where they clenched along the edges of his handkerchief.

“I can..hahh..feel it…hh-huhh. Hoh god it tih-hihhh…HIHHH…”

Viktor felt the tissue nudge against the back of Jayce's sinuses and his chest heaved, brow crumpling and eyes slamming shut. Viktor didn't let up, twirling the tissue between his fingers while keeping it there.

“HIIHHH..HIH..HUHHHHHHH!?” He hovered for a moment on the precipice and Viktor nudged the tissue up.

“EERRRRUSHHOOO…HH’EEIISSHHHHOO…HH’HEH’EIISHHHHUHH…”

The first two sneezes caught Victor's hand before he could pull the tissue away. Jayce's head ducking down to aim towards his lap and the handkerchief still held halfway to his face. He managed to mostly capture the third in the loose folds of the kerchief.

“HEHGZSSHHuhh…Heh’DJSHOO…huhh…I cah-cad’t hhhhh’IGZSSHHuhh stop hh’huh-HEH’SHOO…”

“Try blowing your nose when you can, Jayce,” Viktor offered with soft concern.

“Hh’hh’EISSHHuhh…hhh’EDJSHHOO…” he managed to blow his nose, only pausing to sneeze once, before managing to get some relief. His handkerchief was a mess and he flushed keeping it pressed to his nose.

“Jesus, excuse me,” he offered bashfully.

“Bless you, Jayce,” Viktor murmured with a soft sympathetic look. “Feeling any better?”

Jayce sniffled, considering the answer, but he gave a tired smile when his breathing remained slow and even. “Yeah, actually. Thank you, Viktor.”

“It was nothing,” he responded, waving off Jayce's gratitude. “Now what is it you were working on?” He asked curiously.

Jayce eagerly launched into an explanation only pausing for the occasional cough or sneeze. Both of them happy to focus on the science they loved. And if Viktor made tea and brought him tissues while insisting he wasn't fussing over him, Jayce chose not to call him on it.

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