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yourstrulyrani · 2 months ago

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husband!simon riley

a/n: AHH my first work so exciting! anyways i have currently been a hopeless romantic so what better way to cope than by making some headcanons about my fav mancunian?

husband!simon riley who ABSOLUTELY adores it when you wear his camo hoodie that has his last name 'RILEY' splayed on the back of it. the way the hoodie falls to your knees because the man is built like a tank and his clothes, especially this hoodie, proves it.

husband!simon riley who not only wears his wedding band, but tattooed your initials on his ring finger. he understands the wedding band is already a symbol but "love, i need something permanent."

husband!simon riley who rarely brings work home. he's completely different on base or on missions. he's a killer, a strategic soldier who completes his missions and does it effortlessly. but when he comes home, he's just your simon. he is your husband, a man deeply in love and devoted to you. he doesn't like to talk about his missions. he doesn't want you to worry. he would much rather whisper sweet words in your ear as his face is nuzzled perfectly between your shoulder and neck.

husband!simon riley who loves touching you. when you're cooking, he wraps his muscular arms from behind around your waist. when you're lounging on the couch, he has his large hand on your thigh, massaging and appreciating the softness. when you're fast asleep, he makes sure to move closer, running his fingers through your hair being careful not to tangle or damage it during the process. he thinks being able to touch you is an honor. it grounds him knowing that you're real.

husband!simon riley who NEVER lets you pay for anything. it's not to make you feel you are incapable of managing the finances. instead, he just wants you to be comfortable enough to not worry about money. all the bills are payed by him, groceries, and even your subscriptions. he makes sure you know his bank information and made you an authorized user on his card. "i have money, sweetheart, so just let me take care of you. you're mine. you deserve it."

husband!simon riley who thinks it's hot when you get mad. he still has yet to know why. but he thinks it's something about the way you have so much temper in your little self you could "start world war 3 if you wanted to, lovie."

husband!simon riley who loves seeing you with kids. his relationship with his parents wasn't the best: an abusive father and a distant mother. he never even wanted kids until you came into his life. he feared becoming like his dad. but with your reassurance and seeing the way your eyes brighten and your giggles get louder every time you're with kids.. he now doesn't mind having some mini rileys around the house. when he develops baby fever, in the deep of the night with you asleep softly against him, he thinks about your belly swollen and your body womanly with the baby you two will love deeply.

(i literally need him so bad now this isn’t funny okay bye let me go watch the australian grand prix)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

#simon ghost riley #i need him #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #headcanon #cod x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod ghost

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sincerlyus · 7 months ago

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Reverse Falls!!

Soo this is my take on Reverse Falls!! I don't really know which are the original designs or which are the new personalities that each character adapts, so I made my own headcanons!! :3

It should be noted that there are characters who do not change personalities with anyone, but rather their personalities are more exaggerated or are opposite to the originals. Or (in the case of McGucket) their relationships are different so they change their way of being progressively.

EXPLANATION TIME:

This is quite long, I'm going to explain the personalities of each one and how they relate to various characters. Credits to: hours of daydreaming and Google Translate (TW: child abuse, emotional and physical abuse, homophobia, classism. I don't know if there's anything else, just in case)

Pacifica Northwest: Outgoing and very expressive. She didn't know Gideon very well until her parents sent her to Reverse Falls. She likes to knit, draw, and has a lot of stuffed animals. She has a lot of hair, and likes to do different hairstyles every day ("to be innovative"), cries when she has to cut it. She is very affectionate with Gideon and tries to get him out of his shell. She is a little insecure, but likes to see the positive side of things. She gets along very well with Bud, although sometimes she feels he is a little weird. Symbol: Llama (on her sweater)

Gideon Gleefull: Insecure, has little self-confidence, very skittish and anxious. Has a habit of chewing when he is thinking, like OG!Dipper (chewing on pens, his shirt, etc.). He didn't really know how to talk to Paz at first since the first time they met they were very little, what was she going to say?, was a "Hello" enough?, a handshake?, a complicated handshake?, was she going to ignore him? Paz simply gave him a big hug when she got off the bus (+ gave him a sweater she made on the way). Symbol: Telepathy star (in his hat)

Bud Gleefull: Ultimate scammer. Very friendly and funny, although sometimes a little intimidating. Bye Hawaiian shirts. Very patient with Gideon. He is basically the “cool uncle/dad”. He put Paz to work the day she arrived, although he became attached very quickly and gave her family privileges (he does the same with Gideon).

Mason “Dipper” Pines: He is still very insecure but is able to feign confidence when standing on stage with his sister. He still has a lot of passion for science, he is not very affectionate, he holds back his emotions as he does not want to look vulnerable, especially in front of Stanford. He has a lot of respect for Ford (or rather, fear), being his apprentice he sees him more as a teacher, a superior figure than as an uncle; however he has very little respect for Stan, threatening him and making fun of him. He does not usually use his amulet much, only to practice tricks or in his shows. He has a very distant relationship with his sister, similar to that of the Stan twins. They have many disagreements, but they still have each other's back, especially when Ford is aggressive with one of them. The most sincere relationship he has is with F, although he still treats him like an employee, knowing that he was one of the brilliant minds behind the portal he respects him. Sometimes he discusses theories and shares discoveries with him (although he is embarrassed to think that his only "friend" is an employee of his uncle). Once he met Gideon and Paz, he was able to show his more fragile side and be himself, although he doesn't consider them completely friends (that changes post-weirdmageddon). Symbol: Pine tree (a small pin)

Mabel Pines: A spoiled brat, basically. She's very charming and friendly on stage and with guests at the Pines' many parties, but she's very whiny and selfish behind the scenes. She's not at all affectionate, to the point that she hates physical contact, especially if it's from townspeople. She resents her brother a lot for being Ford's "favorite" (he doesn't really have favorites, he's just less strict with Dipper because he's useful to him). She's Stan's spoiled child, giving her what she wants when she wants it (they have a nice relationship actually, Stan being one of the only ones who comforts her when she's sad). Instead of knitting, she likes to design her own dresses and accessories for shows and parties (her guilty pleasure is arts & crafts, since it's a very "childish" activity for a Pines). Obsessed with Paz, but learns to respect her limits throughout the story. Symbol: Shooting Star (a small pin)

Stanley Pines: He basically swaps personalities with Bud, runs the Telepathy Tent, is very friendly, and is scared of his brother and the twins. He never gets involved in Ford's experiments, having a very tense relationship with him. He loves the twins very much but knowing the power they have with those amulets he prefers to go along with them and not question too much what they ask (he knows when to be firm but the one who really has an impact on them and can make them see reason is Ford). Symbol: Oyster(?? (on a necklace)

Stanford F. Pines: Did you think OG! Ford was a jerk? Well now he's twice as much! He doesn't have an ounce of empathy in him, he's very narcissistic and only cares about his projects and his image. He doesn't care at all about the twins, only seeing them as a way to make money, demanding the most out of them, and he doesn't hesitate to use violence if any of them get out of line. He's very distant with Stanley, speaking to him very dryly (or rather, barely speaking to him at all). He's almost a hermit, living in his laboratory, not letting the townspeople get to know him; although unlike OG! Ford, he cares a lot about how he presents himself in front of the public, taking care of his image and clothing. He's very demanding with Mabel, as he feels she's nothing more than a spoiled child, the image of the Telepathy Tent along with her brother. He is a bit kinder to Dipper, as he realizes that he has a brilliant mind for his age (though not more so than his own), so he includes him in many of his experiments and research if he proves useful; but excluding that, he is just as insensitive as he is with his twin, mistreating him if he does not comply with what is due. His relationship with McGucket is kinda weird: although they were friends in college, the power that Bill/Will offered him completely consumed him, being abusive to F, forcing him to work long nights, keeping him awake by force. He only sees him for his use: his great skill with mechanics (which Ford does not have, although he hates to mention it). Although he was in love with F while he was at Backupsmore, he currently has no romantic feelings towards him, considering him an employee, his assistant, nothing more. He has internalized homophobia (a gift from Filbrick) and classism, so he hates to remember when his relationship with F was one of equals, friends. It disgusts him to think about when he would get so emotional around him. Symbol: Six Fingered Hand (the diaries)

Fiddleford H. McGucket: He is still the brilliant mind he was in his youth, but stress eats him alive. He started to age very quickly thanks to it. He invented the memory gun to try to forget all the horrible things he witnessed or that Ford made him suffer, but his boss doesn't allow him to use it too much since it can damage his mental health and erase knowledge, making him less efficient and useful. He doesn't have a very deep relationship with Stanley, since he practically lives in the lab where Ford forces him to work, but they are able to talk whenever F has a break (almost never). He can't stand the twins too much, not only because he feels that they are very annoying, but because the simple presence of children in his day to day life reminds him a lot of Tate, with whom he no longer has contact. Everyone knows about the abusive relationship he has with Stanford, they are not indifferent to it but they try not to mention it or get involved in his affairs (practically out of fear of Ford). Throughout his stay with Stanford he started developing an emotional dependence on him: not only did he make him feel that he was useless without him, but he uses violence on him when he is not fulfilling his duty, causing F to blame himself when this happens (What did he do wrong? What can he do to improve?). This got to the point where he started to hurt himself when he did not do something right. Ex: hitting himself when he noticed that his leg was bouncing in front of his anxiety (something that bothers Ford a lot), pulling out clumps of hair in front of the stress of not being able to achieve something, biting his nails, scratching himself, hitting his head (imagine Dobby from HP). Such actions and the mixed feelings he had towards Ford, made him develop masochism, enjoying when he inflicts pain on himself and when he is the victim of Ford's physical and psychological abuse, he clearly hid this for a while since it would look very unprofessional on his part. Eventually his boss found out and used this to his advantage, being quite sadist himself (he enjoys watching or inflicting pain and/or humiliation on others, in this case, he gets sexual pleasure). So every time Ford needs to let off some steam, vent his frustrations (or is just horny), he uses Fiddleford to fulfill his fantasies, making F's wishes come true as well. He basically uses him as a sex toy, and F doesn't complain, having suffered so much emotional manipulation, he even considers himself lucky that his boss wants to be with him like this, even if it's NOT healthy. Symbol: Spectacles

Bill Cipher: I don't like the idea of changing his name, so Bill stays. He's still the same chaotic demon as in the original series, but this time he's been tricked by Ford into working for him and doing his bidding. He's also forced to do the twins' bidding. We already know that Bill can change his shape and color, so I think all of his shame and self-pity manifests itself in his appearance, turning blue over time (any strong emotion makes him change his appearance). He manipulates Gideon and Paz, making them feel sorry for him so they'll do his bidding (it doesn't work, clearly). The people he has the most contact with are Ford and Fiddleford, as they spend most of their time in the basement where he's locked up.

So that's it. I don't really know how this timeline would work, considering the portal and the journals, but I just wanted to have fun with the character designs and relationships (I feel like the weirdmageddon would happen sooner than in the original timeline). If you want me to go deeper into certain relationships or characters, let me know!!(≧▽≦) I'll see if I can go deeper into the relationship between Ford and Fiddleford that you guys liked so much (you guys really like toxic yaoi, huh??). I'm thinking of making a fanfic or smt to explain their day to day life in the lab and how Ford invited F to work with him (SPOILER: it didn't go well...).

That's it ig, LIKE AND SUSCRIBE!!!1!!1!Σ(°ロ°)

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starmaidengarden · 1 month ago

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I would like to make a request! To tell you the truth, this is my first request, so I'm a little worried about it, because the explanation will be a little long. I have a headcanon that twst has an unusual way of declaring love, namely giving a pomegranate or half a pomegranate! I've read that in the underworld, pomegranates are the fruit of the dead in Greek mythology, and perhaps you know about the myth where Persephone ate a few pomegranate seeds, concluding a kind of marriage contract. But what if, in the twst world, this fruit is the fruit of lovers and it is very often given to declare love and our MC shares the twst character with him? It can be any character you want! If you don't like it, then it's okay, and I hope you won't feel burdened by my request! I hope the text came out clear, because I still use a translator.

Oh, I absolutely love your headcanon! I had a fun time writing this too!! I add more than one character, I couldn't decide on just one!! I hope I did a good job!

Context:

In Twst Wonderland, the pomegranate is an ancient fruit with magical significance, often referred to as the fruit of lovers. Offering half of a pomegranate is a sacred way to declare one's love. Each seed consumed represents a vow accepted, creating a magical connection that is not binding but resonant. This magic only awakens if the feelings are mutual.

Malleus

As you approach him beneath the vast, shimmering expanse of the night sky, the pomegranate cradled delicately in your hands, something shifts within him. The soft glow of the moonlight illuminates your offering, and he catches the unmistakable meaning behind it. His eyes widen in astonishment, and for a brief moment, he falls silent, the world around him fading into a distant hum. In that instant, he bears an uncanny resemblance to a cat—wide-eyed and still, attuned to a sense of wonder and curiosity.

“you wish to bind our hearts?” he asks, his voice tinged with hope and disbelief as if he is trying to grasp whether this is reality or a dream conjured by his longings.

You can see he is moved—more than you have likely ever witnessed in him before. His fingers hover above the ruby-red seeds, treating the fruit like a sacred relic.

As he plucks the first seed and tastes it, an ancient fae magic begins to stir in the air around you, a palpable warmth enveloping the space between your bodies. It is not a bond forged from chains or shackles, but rather golden threads of luminescence, soft and vibrant, gently wrapping around your hands as if sealing an unspoken pact.

He does not consume all the seeds; instead, he thoughtfully sets some aside. “So that I may continue to vow myself to you,” he declares, his voice steady yet filled with emotion, “again and again.” The commitment in his words hangs in the air, as resonant and timeless as the magic that swirls around you both, binding you in a moment beyond the ordinary.

Rook

He has always been captivated by the rich symbolism of the pomegranate, a fruit imbued with meaning and mystery. Each one celebrates its beauty and significance. In moments of quiet reflection, he often finds himself daydreaming of an ideal scenario in which someone presents him with this fruit.

When that moment finally arrives, and you offer him the pomegranate, he becomes utterly motionless—strikingly still for someone so accustomed to expressing himself through poetry and movement. The surprise washes over him, and he gasps softly, the weight of the moment settling in. "Mon ange…," he whispers, his voice barely above a breath, "you bring me this fruit not as prey, but as a partner. A soulmate! Quelle beauté..."

As he takes the pomegranate into his hands, he is not in a rush. He insists on savoring each of the seeds one by one, pausing thoughtfully between each bite. "Each seed tastes like a different verse of your love," he describes, his eyes sparkling with wonder. His words linger in the air, turning the shared experience into a performance—an intimate routine that feels profoundly sacred.

In this delicate moment, he gazes into your eyes and tenderly calls you “mon cœur partagé,” which translates to “my shared heart.” It’s a phrase that encapsulates the deep connection he feels for you, as if the very act of sharing this fruit unites your souls.

Vil

Vil’s awareness of the symbolism surrounding the pomegranate is profound. He has seamlessly woven its significance into countless photoshoots and advertising campaigns, fully understanding its layered meaning. So when you handed it to him—without any dramatic flair, without any grand declarations—just a moment of quiet sincerity—it felt like time stood still.

He freezes, his gaze fixated on the fruit, a blend of astonishment and understanding flickering in his eyes. “You... do you even understand what this means?” he inquires, his tone steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of vulnerability. He doesn’t reach for it immediately, instead choosing to absorb the weight of the moment, his eyes darting from the pomegranate to your face.

a soft smile gradually spreads across his features, melting away the tension. “Then I accept,” he murmurs, his voice softer than it has ever been, as if he’s sharing a cherished secret. With reverent care, he delicately selects a single seed, lifting it as though it were a rare gem, and brings it to his lips. He closes his eyes, savoring the taste as if it holds the essence of something sacred. “Thank you… for this,” he breathes, the sincerity of his gratitude resonating deep within you.

Idia

You hand him the half-pomegranate, its vibrant red seeds glistening in the soft light, just as he’s half-lost in the glow of his screen, animatedly muttering about the latest dungeon drops in his game. The world around him fades momentarily as he focuses on leveling up, but at the gentle press of the fruit against his palm, he looks up, blinking in surprise. A flush spreads across his cheeks, turning a deeper shade of crimson.

“W-Wait—wait, wait, wait!” he stammers, his wide eyes darting between the pomegranate and your earnest expression. “Is this… that?” A warm smile tugs at your lips, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to break into laughter at his bewilderment.

"You want to bind your heart to mine? Me? The guy who only steps outside when his brother practically drags him into the light?" The doubt in his voice hangs in the air like the sound of a distant bell, echoing the disbelief swirling in his mind.

You remain silent, offering the fruit with a gentle nudge, encouraging him to take it. He swallows hard; his throat bobbing as he processes the moment, and then, hesitantly, he picks out one single, perfect seed. His fingers tremble as he holds it up, staring at it as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

With eyes closed, he pops the seed into his mouth, savoring it like a climactic moment in a long-awaited cutscene, and you catch a glimpse of his soul laid bare in that simple action. The silence stretches, filled with the promise of something new and beautiful.

#twst #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader

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kxsagi · 28 days ago

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Hi,

Hopefully I'm doing this right I haven't requested actually used my tumblr in a hot sec but I really love your Blue Lock headcanons whenever they popup. So I was wondering if you could do:

Blue Lock characters x Reader who somehow actually convinced their s/o to get matching tattoos with them.

(if this hasn't been asked yet)

“𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤”

a/n: this is so cute!

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

you jokingly said, "bet you wouldn’t get a matching tattoo with me," and his dumb competitive ass went, "bet. say less."

30 minutes later you were in a parlor.

you both got tiny numbers (11 for him, your lucky number for you) on your ribs.

he tries to act chill about it but secretly looks at it in the mirror like "we're soulmates now huh?"

"so like… we're permanent now, right? right??"

nagi seishiro

you tricked him. straight up. you were like, "if you get this tattoo, i’ll buy you that limited gacha drop + snacks for a month."

he blinked twice and was like, "deal."

ended up with matching sleepy clouds on your wrists.

he stares at it when he’s bored. he lowkey loves it.

“kinda cute. it’s like… you’re always there. lazy but romantic.”

mikage reo

you brought it up during pillow talk and made it sound super intimate and emotional.

“isn’t it kind of beautiful to have something just us two carry forever?”

now he has your initials and a crown inked on his inner arm like a simp.

“OURS not MINE,” he clarifies.

he buys you skincare for tattoo aftercare and makes you lotion his arm while he stares lovingly at you. ugh.

chigiri hyoma

tbh he said no at first but you started designing one that matched his aesthetic: sakura petal + your birth flower intertwined.

then showed up with temporary tattoos to visualize it and got him attached.

“… fine. but only if it’s discreet.”

it’s on your ankles. when he runs, it feels like he’s carrying you with him.

protective over it like a hawk. will not let dirt near it. ever.

itoshi rin

it was war. you teased him relentlessly, made fun of his “scared of commitment” aura.

then told him you’d only drop it if he beat you in a shootout.

you purposely won. twice.

he silently booked the appointment. didn’t even tell you until you were both in the chair.

got simple black ink waves, symbolizing calm and chaos.

“… whatever. you’re stuck with me anyway.”

he touches it when he misses you.

itoshi sae

you brought it up at 3 AM in madrid while half-asleep and cuddling.

he chuckled, said "sure," and you thought he was joking.

next morning? he had a calendar reminder and a parlor booked.

"if you're serious about something, don't joke about it. now pick a design."

matching fine-line stars behind your ears. no one sees them but you two.

when you kiss his ear, he smirks and mutters "twin stars."

bachira meguru

you literally didn’t have to convince him. he was like "oooh ink? matching?? FUN."

drew your tattoos himself. they’re little chaotic faces, yours is sticking its tongue out, his is grinning with fangs.

inner biceps.

proudly shows it off and says “we’re soul siblings now!! forever!!!”

you laugh every time you see it. he kisses his and goes "mwah, for my other half."

kaiser michael

he tried to act like it was your idea but he 100% suggested it first.

"if you’re gonna belong to someone, might as well make it permanent, right?"

had an entire portfolio prepared.

matching gold crowns with roses underneath on your spines. dramatic af.

flirts with you every time you wear a backless outfit. "show them who owns you."

but jokes aside, it’s the first thing he’s ever wanted to keep forever.

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meleeyz · 6 months ago

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┈﹒ ꒰ 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗦 ꒱

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ Thank you so much for the support on the first oneshot, this is mostly fluff because I have to heal the wounds in my heart that arc two left behind.

୨୧ I'm still learning how to use masterlists and stuff (😿) but you can send me requests if you want! For now I'm only going to write about Ekko (or until I learn how to use tumblr) then I'll post the list of characters I could write for.

୨୧ Inspired by some headcanons of @blllllllllllllllllllue

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

The Firelights’ hideout always felt alive, even in its quietest moments, but your little corner was a chaos. It was where you crafted, creating not just the masks that symbolized your rebellion but tiny pieces of identity for your comrades.

"Something like this?" you asked, holding up a rough sketch for the recruit seated across from you. He was new to the team and still shy around most people, but with you, he seemed to relax, likely due to your welcoming demeanor.

“Yeah, that’s cool,” he said, leaning in to inspect it. "But, uh, could you make the eyes a little bigger? I want it to look more… intense."

“Intense. Got it.” You jotted down the adjustment in the margins, smiling as you worked. “Anything else?”

The recruit hesitated for a moment before glancing at you sheepishly. “So, uh, are you Ekko’s girl? Like… his girlfriend?”

The question caught you so off guard that the pencil slipped from your fingers. Heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you scrambled to compose yourself.

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I mean—yes. I am.”

The recruit grinned.

“Thought so. He talks about you all the time.”

Your heart did a funny little flip, equal parts warmth and embarrassment.

“He does?”

“Yeah. Like, a lot. You’d think you hung the moon or something”

The boy’s teasing tone made you flush deeper. Before you could decide whether to be mortified or flattered, another voice broke through.

“Hey! Ekko’s looking for you!” A little boy poked his head in the door, oblivious to the conversation he was interrupting. “Said it’s important.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks.” You turned back to the recruit, already rising to your feet. “I’ve got everything I need for your mask. I’ll start on it soon.”

“Take your time,” he replied, giving you a knowing look as you walked out.

He nodded, and with a small wave, you left the workshop and made your way to Ekko’s space.

The closer you got to Ekko’s workshop, the quieter the base became, the energy from the rest of the Firelights retreating into the distance. You pushed the door open cautiously, only to find the room eerily calm. The usual clatter of tools and the whir of machinery were absent.

When you stepped inside the workshop, the quiet was almost eerie. Tools and half-built gadgets lay scattered across Ekko’s workbench, but there was no sign of him.

“Ekko?” you called, glancing around.

No answer.

A small knot of worry tightened in your chest.

“If this is a joke, it’s not funny—”

Before you could finish, arms wrapped around you from behind, lifting you off the ground. You let out a startled yelp as you were spun around, your voice mixing with laughter that bubbled up despite yourself.

“Ekko!” you cried, trying to sound indignant, but failing miserably as he set you down, his grin impossibly wide. “You scared the life out of me, you jerk!”

“Couldn’t resist,” he admitted, still chuckling. His voice carried that familiar mix of playfulness and warmth that always made your heart skip a beat. He leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You swatted at his arm, trying to suppress a smile.

“What did you need me for, anyway? And don’t say it was just to scare me.”

“Relax, Firefly,” he teased, stepping back. “I’ve got something for you. Close your eyes.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“If this is another prank—”

“It’s not,” he said quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Promise. Just trust me.”

After a brief hesitation, you sighed and shut your eyes.

“Okay, but if you throw something at me—”

“Shh. No peeking.”

You heard him moving around, the soft clang of metal and the scrape of something being picked up. Your curiosity burned, but you kept your eyes closed, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides.

“Alright,” Ekko said finally. “Open.”

When you did, your breath caught. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers, but not just any flowers—each one was intricately crafted from scrap metal, their petals shaped and welded together with incredible precision. They shimmered faintly in the light, their edges polished to a soft gleam.

“I made these for you,” Ekko said, his voice quieter now, as if he wasn’t sure how you’d react. His smile, though, was radiant, the little gap in his front teeth only adding to its charm. “You like them?”

“Like them?” you echoed, reaching out to take the bouquet. “Ekko, they’re beautiful. You made these?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking both proud and bashful.

“Yeah. Thought you’d appreciate something… different. Real flowers don’t last long down here”

You turned the bouquet in your hands, marveling at the craftsmanship. Each flower was unique, and the care he’d put into them was evident in every detail. Your chest felt tight with emotion as you looked back at him.

“Why, though? What’s the occasion?”

Ekko’s grin returned, mischievous but endearing.

“The right way to ask my girlfriend out on a date. Tonight.”

Your lips parted in surprise.

“A date?”

“Yeah. Thought it was time we did something just for us. No missions. Just you and me.” He stepped closer, his gaze locked on yours. “So, what do you say?”

A warm, fuzzy silence hung between you, the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes tying your tongue. Your gaze flicked to his lips, the same thought clearly mirrored in his mind as he leaned closer.

The moment stretched as the world outside seemed to blur and fade. Just as your lips were about to meet—

“Oh, uh, sorry!”

Both you and Ekko jumped apart as the recruit from earlier barged in, a sheepish look on his face.

“I just—uh—I had another idea for the mask and thought—”

Ekko sighed loudly, his previous grumpiness overtaking his usual charm.

“Seriously?”

“I’ll just—uh—leave” the recruit stammered, already retreating back through the door.

You chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s fine,” you told him. “We can talk about it later.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension melting away as you stepped back.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later, huh?”

Ekko’s pout was almost comical.

“You owe me, Firefly.”

As you turned to leave, you blew him a playful kiss. Ekko grinned, pretending to catch it in midair and press it to his chest.

“See you later.”

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#ekko x reader #arcane x reader

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anantaru · 2 years ago

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EX HUSBAND WRIOTHESLEY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — ex! husband wriothesley headcanons

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, reader is referred to as "wife", a little sad, unprotected syx, hitting it raw, very rough fucking lmao, love sick & feral wriothesley, very messy too

ex! husband wriothesley who will hesitantly accept your upsetting decision to file for divorce, and to nullify your earnest promise— nonetheless, it's evident that it was crushing him through the very inside, the pain your words caused had invited him to explore the enormity of sorrow. however, do not be fooled because he won't show it to you, meaning his pure and real emotions, instead wriothesley will decide to verbally jester around about the current happening to brighten up an otherwise daunting interaction between two past lovers.

it was to no avail, the agony festering on his facial expressions and there was nothing in his life worth remembering other than you and a concealed shade of his past— yet, the last thing he'd want to happen was to lose you entirely, signifying that if he was to put his foot down and tell you that he doesn't want the divorce to happen, it probably doesn’t mean much after all.

ex! husband wriothesley who will reminisce about past events in front of you, your first kiss or that one particular date where he asked you to marry him, just small, little details about you that only your ex husband knew of— but, he'll do it in a subtle way, sneakily sprinkling it into a conversation in hopes you'd get a dash of sudden yearning as well— the same he did whenever he casted his mind back towards the good, old days.

ex! husband wriothesley who will speak in riddles to you, keep his quick-witted demeanor in order to fool you into thinking that he was doing quite well after the divorce was fulfilled— and his intentions weren't in wanting to make you feel bad, sorrowful or even jealous. no, not at all. in fact, he thought that if he was to hide his raw emotions and genuine feelings in front of you, you wouldn't feel awful about your decision and were able to continue living a normal life, yet without him.

ex! husband wriothesley who promised you that he will take off the ring that symbolized your once passionate marriage— but will behind your back grab a necklace to loop it inside the precious metal, so he could always wear the ring around his neck, secretly hiding it from your eyes to see while holding on to it whenever he found himself in trouble, or saddened.

ex! husband wriothesley who feels helplessly confused still, harshly drawing back for air as he let a brittle thread of a nervous laughter go when you suddenly ask him if he wanted to remain friends with you, which— in truth, he didn't, and the second after you proposed that insane idea to him he thought you must be joking, or that you surely must've lost your mind (which would make the divorce explainable).

it goes without saying that the real reason as to why the duke didn't seek out to befriend you, had nothing to do with the feelings he harbors towards you suddenly dissolving, it's quite the opposite because he was so helplessly in love with you, archons, he was bloody obsessed with you.

certainly, he thought that such friendship between two past lovers would only cause injury to you both in the end, for the main part to you who he cared the utmost about.

aside from the fact that even now, when he notices how you steadily keep your distance from him, at all times, it breaks him from within.

how cold it was when all ex! husband wriothesley sought after was your gentle caress and delicate kisses, he longed for an opportunity to just swiftly hush you with one step, raw and earnest trapping you against his strong arms while pressing his lips on top of yours when— oh, he does it again, he was indulging in fantasy, gradually yielding to an alternative version of you two ending up together.

in the duke's own words, he believed that love should be warm, a sweet addiction, a magic gifted by the universe, so why— just what had went so terribly wrong that he was struggling to understand it? you should just say you do not care for him, tell him you feel nothing so he can walk away, or maybe, regardless he will stay.

ex! husband wriothesley who despite you both being apart now, remains faithful to you, protective and nurturing to your every needs— because it was simple as that— for the duke, you are his shining sun, and will still remain it to his dying day.

to his crushed and painful body, your caressing trace was his only medication, and your smile? it was the light to his broken heart, for that is what he had called a warm love.

ex! husband wriothesley who noticed how the natural warmth surrounding his body had but faded completely as his mind began to gather around great negativities— perhaps he was flawed and that's the reason you left him all along, cursed to feel the deep sadness slither through his veins like a freezing liquid conquering his body as he shuts himself off for a while, until he can recollect himself again that is.

ex! husband wriothesley who had inappropriate thoughts enter his mind whenever he thought about you— here is to note that he utterly disliked the way his brain just so happened to work and how he wasn't able to shake off those strong and vivid fantasies playing in his mind on repeat.

but how can he not dream about his wife? well, ex-wife, which in his memories was pressed under his large figure exposed with your breasts on full display, his hips working constantly to please you just the way he knew you liked it.

because you see, the duke knew your body, in and out, one might even assume he knows it better than you do. and he still has a couple of your panties left in his drawer— in fact, he wanted to return them, please believe him, but he found himself to be quite busy these past weeks that he must've simple forgotten to do so.

ex! husband wriothesley who at some point, cannot live like this anymore and was desperate to see you again. after your marriage had crushed, you weren't visiting the fortress of meropide anymore and as the duke was rarely leaving it himself, it could've been the perfect situation to move on from each other, yet he simply could not do that, not when you were constantly on his mind.

ex! husband wriothesley who will find courage and leave the fortress to visit you at your new place, in fact, the mere sight of the duke exiting the underworld was rarely seen, so the guards figured that it must be of graven importance— as invisible and weightless as your love for him might be for now, in the middle of the night he walks out to find you, taking in a last view at the fortress before an itching impatience got the better of him.

he just had to see you, now.

ex! husband wriothesley who will show up at your doorstep and suddenly admit that he cannot do this anymore, that he felt incredibly miserable and heartbroken, confessing his undying love and affection towards you, using words he had once spelled out to you the night you had gotten married.

"night and day, i dream of you," wriothesley yells, as if there had been nothing left to his choice, the sight of your glowering eyes and those soft, frowning lips he just misses to kiss.

"and there is not one corner on this world that you could possibly travel to in order to free me from this torture," he adds forbiddingly.

through dark eyelashes, wriothesley stares at sudden tears welling up in your glassy eyes, a sharp amenity invading your cheeks as he places his palms on top of them in order to brush your warm tears away. "you're mine," he said, the corners of his mouth slightly quirking upwards, his hot breathing lingering around your gasping lips, "and not even a divorce can change that."

ex! husband wriothesley who places a delicate splatter of warm and passionate kisses on top of your lips the moment you pull him by the collar of his shirt, his surprised growl turning into a stifled cry when you wrap your arms around his neck in order to keep him close to you, together stumbling into the coziness of your home as one hand was firmly placed against your back, his mouth eagerly parting as your lips welcome the teasing slide of his tongue lapping across your own.

ex! husband wriothesley who will hiss upon revelling in your soft fingers tracing over his twitching muscles when you undress each other, his disheveled hair accentuated with a fond smile as his hands trail down the sides of your face, leaning his hungry lips against yours again, the lingering, familiar scent of your fragrance penetrating his nostrils turning him needier, on the brink of passing out.

ex! husband wriothesley who loves hearing you only reply in soft and crumbled whimpers of his name slipping past the edges of your tongue as he cannot wait to feel you— fuck, and neither can you wait to feel him again, a clashing pressure on your hot core narrowing the space between your bodies as he lines himself up with you, your nails slithering down his chiseled back as he slides into you abruptly, your neglected cunt instantly welcoming him.

and you squeal out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, the maddening scent of his musky perfume persisting around your shivering frame as wriothesley hooks one leg over his shoulder, the squelching sounds of your wet sex echoing throughout the entire bedroom just signalizing how much you must've missed him as well, his addicting gaze always flickering across the way your body reacted to him.

ex! husband wriothesley who shoves himself further into your soft cunt— and you're just so unbelievably cute and adorable at your desperate attempts to silence those candid whines and mewls of his name. one of his hands was now placed on the headboard for additional support as to not suddenly suffocate you with his large body towering above before he increases the pace on your cunt, setting for a deep and fast rhythm that would surely stay engraved in your walls even after he's done.

ex! husband wriothesley who kisses you like a starved animal as your tears tickle the soft features on his face, your hidden emotions running wild at the sheer passion he unlocked in you, his erection throbbing harder as he groans into your lips, triggering every last one of your nerves in your body and infusing them with persisting vibrations— now, you're gasping at the lack of oxygen in your lungs as his constant thrusts into you drove you deeper into the mattress, if that was even possible, considering the fact that your whole body had been caged in between your bed and wriothesley's frame towering on top.

ex! husband wriothesley who chokes back a desperate growl as he sought out further friction, growing feral, then hissing sharply as his sensitive cockhead reaches into your deepest parts, his shaft all the way sucked in by your used pussy lubricating him so he can ram himself in and out of you harder, slick pooling out of your hole whenever he pulls out only to press back inside with one quick snap.

ex! husband wriothesley who worships your body, making you feel every thick vein as it throbs violently against your walls, your thudding hole making him lose his mind on how you're convulsing while he curls into you— your swollen cunt tensing and releasing, grinding up a little as thick, white cum gathers at the base of his cock, his mesmerizing eyes glued on the creamy spot that was showing him just how much you enjoyed this too.

ex! husband wriothesley who resumes his fast tempo, your teeth rattling with every new impact of his hips bouncing against your flesh blanking your mind into pure paradise— your moving bodies couldn't stop anymore as you're fucking each other well over the limits of your endurance, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth as wriothesley was fucking your cunt desperately, unhinged and making it a point to rock your hips in and out along a particular angle that you'd always squeeze over the rigid veins prancing on the underside of his shaft.

ex! husband wriothesley who exhales heavily when you tell him that you're close, his hips pressing and digging into your sensitivity once more before lifting you off the mattress, chasing your relief like a wild beast that he so graciously wanted to see unfold— low profanities and fast tumbles of his name falling from your lips as your thighs begin to shake and ache, your throat turning dry— you're done for, and wriothesley just fits so perfectly in you, into every curve, every spongy spot and every bump inside that you're so painfully full, crowded and overflowing of his thick shaft.

you're hiccuping due to the pressure he presses into your sensitivity as you're way beyond your own limits now, at last feeling a twitch and quake as your body pleads to cum, his grueling thrusts aiding you when you violently convulse around his length, a sharp intake of breath breaking every other noise in the room when you cum all over his cock, your orgasm hitting you hard, wriothesley continuing with slow, language thrusts until you've rode out your high.

the duke was being eager to watch it all happen, something primal at the back of his mind manifestikg when the sudden constriction of your fluttering hole made him grunt lowly against your ear, rolling his hips nearly painfully hard between your legs before dragging himself away, cumming inside of your walls and marking you up for good with his warm, sticky cum.

ex! husband wriothesley who watched you being short of breath, and couldn’t resist looking at the mess between your legs, your abused cunt twitching around his girth as your pussy flutters around nothing, your legs were quivering with a combination of your essence and his seed oozing out of your hole, staining the silky bedsheets.

ex! husband wriothesley who'll press himself back into you with one sharp snap, leaving his cock in so you could clench and throb, small thrusts turning sloppy and sticky with his dampened bangs glued on his forehead as he kisses the tip of your nose before embracing your pouty lips again, your mouth partly open as you whine out, your sensitivity spiraling of his cock still being nestled in you, his shaft already hard and thick again, your battered cunt jolting underneath him.

wriothesley smiles, "it is maddening, how much you consume my very being, my love." and speaks through his heart.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #genshin x you #wriothesley x you #genshin impact x you #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons

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pukefactory · 18 days ago

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★ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA X Reader Where You Find A Weird Creature That Ends Up Becoming Your Emotional Support Animal

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ You found the creature curled up behind a slot machine in the Casino, lapping up spilled emotional residue from a busted empathy dispenser. It was the size of a bowling ball with dozens of blinking eyes and a sweet, yeasty smell like rising dough. You didn’t name it; it named itself. “Jeremy.” It sang it in three-part harmony. ENA tilted her head, red side smiling. “Huh. Strange. You’re usually the emotional support.”

☆ Jeremy (it refuses any name other than Jeremy, even if you try “Peanut” or “Bug”) communicates via static, blinking, and on rare occasions, vomiting up symbolic objects. Once, when you were anxious, it coughed up a tiny umbrella and whispered “grief is a drizzle.” ENA clapped in delight. “Oh, he’s fantastic! He’s like a weather report but for your psyche!”

☆ ENA’s Salesperson side quickly formed a bond with Jeremy, conducting little mock interviews with it. “Jeremy, could you tell us more about our friend’s emotional stock performance? How’s the self-esteem index looking today?” She gives it a pretend microphone. Jeremy chirps. The Meanie side, meanwhile, stands stiffly to the side, muttering, “He smells like tax fraud and dreams. I hate him. He’s my best friend.”

☆ When you have bad days, Jeremy inflates like a balloon and drifts beside you, humming a warbled lullaby. ENA finds herself watching you with a strange fondness then—softened, awkward. “You know,” she says, trying to sound neutral, “If you ever decide to die emotionally, I’d be happy to hold your funeral. Just to get some closure.” Pause. “Kidding! But also… not really.”

☆ Jeremy is not consistent in shape. One day he sprouts six crab legs and scuttles across the ceiling. Another, he’s translucent and filled with wriggling hands. ENA is delighted every time. “You’re both like an unlicensed petting zoo of existentialism!” she says, clapping. You glance up from your tea. “Thanks?” She beams. “High praise.”

☆ There was an incident where Jeremy duplicated himself during a panic attack. You ended up with eight mini-Jeremies forming a support group. They made ENA the guest speaker. She didn’t know what to say. She launched into a speech about hope as a pyramid scheme. Her Meanie side cried halfway through. You brought juice boxes.

☆ Jeremy loathes the Genie and flattens like a deflated balloon whenever he’s near them. ENA interprets this as a deep spiritual truth. “Maybe he knows something we don’t.” You raise a brow. “Like what?” She leans in, voice echoing: “That the Genie is a metaphor for urination and repressed trauma.” Her Meanie side throws a shoe at Jeremy. “YOU’RE NOT A LICENSED THERAPIST!”

☆ When you’re asleep, Jeremy sometimes whispers your dreams aloud in real-time. ENA listens in, wide-eyed. “You dreamed about a store that sells approval.” Pause. “Wanna tell me what that’s about, sweetheart?” She doesn’t judge you. She just tilts her head and stores it away like data. Like you’re an ecosystem. Like she wants to know how your weird brain works.

☆ One day, Jeremy got sick. Or… corrupted? Glitched? His mouth became a looping zip file, his eyes turned inside out. You panicked. ENA didn’t. “Wait. Wait. I read about this in the Book of Marketing Maladies!” She pulls a business card from her sock. It reads: “To fix a broken comfort, offer it your own.” She gently places her cap on Jeremy’s head. It glows. You cry.

☆ After a particularly dangerous encounter with the smoke, Jeremy absorbed some of it and began to leak phrases like, “the Boss is in your bones” and “inventory your grief.” ENA took you aside, very quietly. “If he ever starts saying your name backwards, don’t panic. That just means he’s bonded with you. That’s love, here.” You asked, “Is this love, too?” She looked at you. Salesperson side warm. Meanie side quiet. “…I hope so.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months ago

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please pretty please good sir, please right an imagines of Kurt Wagner with a demon, like full on demon from like the Bible s/o, like straight up like a prince of hell kind of demon.

p.s. I love your fics sm 💐🌅

Kurt Wagner x Demon male reader

Headcanons

Did you guys know that in olden time, people thought owls and toads were linked to the devil? Was this an excuse to give the reader animal characteristics? Yes, yes it was. Fruits like strawberries and cherries were also used to symbolize different more bodily involved sins. I took a bit of inspo to how the demons look in Dictionnaire Infernal, since they’re cool and goofy.

I may still be tired and wrung out from all my classes, but the will to write lives on. How’s everyone’s week been?

No one had known you were a demon in the beginning. Everyone just kind of assumed you were another mutant. They already had one member of the x-men who had wings, so it wasn’t the wildest thought that you were like warren.

Your wings were a bit more like an eagle owl, and sure, sometimes your eyes would morph into something like a toad or even a goat, but they had seen much weirder.

You not stepping inside churches or other holy areas was mainly seen as a personal preference, since you were so casual about it. you technically could step inside the buildings, but it was too much work to be worth it for you.

Instead you’d hang out outside with the others who didn’t feel a need to step inside. And yeah, you may have carved a sigil or two into the building behind your back, so you could teleport there in the future to cause some trouble if you got bored.

Demons had no specific form, at least your father didn’t and so you didn’t. you simply morphed into the one that felt most comfortable, making most believe you had a shapeshifting mutation.

There were multiple kings of hell, but your father had always been the most powerful and most influential, so you were expected to follow in his footsteps, which was why you had kind of ran away to earth.

It was just so boring, sitting there and doing all that kingly work so your father could retire with the other ancient kings, since demons don’t die, they can simply only be ignored and rebutted.

You had never meant to help the x-men or join them, but they’d been there at the right place at the wrong time, and just happened to catch some human trying to assault you for being a “mutant”

It was only the x-men stepping in that kept you from trapping the guy in eternal damnation, but you decided why not just play along for now, see where it takes you. And before you knew it, you were an x-men, helping to “fight for the good of mutant kind” or whatever.

It wasn’t hard to make you seem like a mutant, for you to even show up when Charles was looking for mutants with his powers.

It was all good and dandy, until that furry blue bastard wormed his way into the six pitch black organs you called your hearts. Well, sometimes it was six, sometimes twenty, sometimes zero, it really depended on the day.

But it was six the day you realized Kurt had gotten into your good graces. More than that honestly, as he made you feel… flustered. How he succeeded in making a demon like yourself flustered was still a mystery to you.

You had been drawn to him in the beginning because of his whole “blue demon” thing, only for it to turn out that Kurt was religious, and would sometimes wear a cross. He even prayed at times, the action always making your skin itch.

Kurt was honestly the only one to start putting things together since he knew some about demonology, hell, your name was just a shortened version of your infernal title. Weaker demons showing up and groveling at your feet and referring to you as their prince probably didn’t help.

Luckily it had just been Kurt around at the time, but the blue imp clocked you quicker than you thought they would.

Surprisingly, Kurt didn’t hate you or fear you. To him, you were an x-men and helped save people, so you weren’t fully bad. He even went out of his way to pray somewhere else so your hands wouldn’t burn and for your wings to start burning at the edges.

Somewhere along the way, what you had morphed into more than just a friendship. You had an inkling that your father would have your hide when he realized you had bedded a mortal, and one so clearly meant for heaven when the day came.

But eternity was so long, so who could blame you for wanting to spend it with someone as kind as Kurt. Even if you knew somewhere deep inside, that you would mourn Kurt for most of that eternity when the time came.

Kurt talked you into telling the x-men your true origin. They were hurt in the beginning, and you politely stepped out of the team since you technically weren’t a mutant, and you wanted to respect that.

That didn’t stop you from hanging out at the mansion, or on Krakoa when that came around. How you got on the island? You would never tell, mainly because it drove Scott crazy that he could never figure it out.

After coming out of the hellfire closet, you felt less need to control your form to the same degree. To most you were still just a mutant, since the body you wore the most had been a mutant, so… it counted in a loophole kinda way.

Everyone got good at clocking who you were, even on days when you altered your shape completely. Kurt was obviously the best. Even on days where you had a lion head and the tail of a snake, or when you had three heads and a burning crown.

It was a little awkward when Kurt became a priest and built his own religion like thing, mainly because you just couldn’t get yourself to touch him when he wore the uniform.

It was the aura for the most part. None of the others got it, or saw it like you did, but they weren’t demons, so it made sense. But Kurt always carried an aura, and it was manageable enough on regular days. But after sermons it just got strong enough to make your tongue buzz and your feathers puff up.

Kurt got good at wiping himself off in a metaphorical way, so you guys could kiss and cuddle even on days he did sermons. And you as a demon were way too strong to truly to hurt by it, it just got a bit annoying sometimes.

All in all, you two were happy. Even if you had to chase away demons that wanted to take over earth every now and then. Your father had never given you your own domain, so you just kinda slapped your name on earth and told every other demon to square up for it.

Some did come out of the woodwork to fight, mainly just because they could. No one really wanted earth. Too much trouble, too much holy interference, and all those magicians? No way. It was just older demons wanting a good fight for the most part.

Kurt also came to really like your less human look. Maybe he was projecting, but there was something nice about having a partner that didn’t look too “human”, if he could say that without being offensive.

There were days where you looked like the average human man. But other days you were more beast than man, or even the days where you didn’t even want a blood-filled body, so you were made out of sand or water, or anything along those lines.

He did have a preference for forms where you had a tail, because it was comforting to coil your tails together. Or if the form you took had claws, since it felt so good to have your hands rubbing up and down his back and scratch through his fuzz.

There were times when Kurt forgot to take off his cross, or hide it under his shirt, so you did get small burns, even if they went away in a few seconds. You didn’t care much, but seeing Kurt apologize was always very cute.

Having a powerful demon like you on the side of the x-men also helped out a lot during fights. You stayed out of it for the most part, to “keep balance of the mortal plane” or whatever your father said.

There were times when Kurt was in mortal danger where you stepped in though, but you always contained the worst of your powers.

And staying back also meant you could focus your powers on healing those that needed it. Kurt got the most of it, of course, as you would cuddle and kiss him, your kisses transferring the healing energy instead.

It was nice. And yes, you knew one day you’d be alone again, stuck on earth after claiming it as your territory. But the present was so good, so warm and loving, that the cold empty future didn’t matter.

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