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[leucoratia]

Headcanon: Hannibal and a sleepy y/n

-Relationships: Hannibal (NBC) & reader (platonic)

-Warnings: Hannibal being his usual creepy self

-Hey! I’m Leucoratia and I write headcanons! If you want to request any, see my rules !

-For @chipchase​

-Honestly I don’t hc Hannibal as a very expressive person in his care. 

-He does care in his own, twisted way. He cares for you like he cared for his sister Mischa, somewhat. As a thing he owns. His own little experiment.

-So when you don’t emerge from your slumber for lunch, he gets...concerned. Or curious.

-You don’t usually stay in bed this late. And you would never in a million years miss his home cooked lunches. Not that he’d let you anyways.

-He will check up on you, maybe knocking (or not) on your door before sneaking in at watching you from the entrance.

-Laying eyes upon your slumbering form, he calls your name.

-When you don’t answer, he creeps closer to the bed and watches you sleep.

-He doesn’t smell any ill scents, so this state must be caused by your mind.

-Hannibal is a therapist, and a very good one too. Of course he knows.

-He can read anyone like a book, especially you. Sharing a space has its advantages after all.

-He wouldn’t really do anything. Maybe taking a seat in a nearby chair and just. Watch you twitch and groan in your slumber, trying to guess what you’re dreaming about. What you’re escaping from by staying in bed.

-He talks to you in your sleep, seeing if his words make you react. -He talks about lunch. About you. About the things he knows hurt you or drive you crazy.

-He chuckles as you shake and twitch in response. Funny how the mind works.

-He’ll keep talking for a few minutes, working on how to push you over the edge, subconciously.

-Then he’ll leave. 

-When you wake the next day, you’ll find your servings for lunch and dinner saved in the refrigirator.

-You thank Hannibal. And he just smiles, knowing your mind isn’t really the same as it was before.

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Headcanon about cat dad Loki who doesn't like the fact that his cats love Thor (I love this silly little trope and will never shut up about it)

Silly? It's perfect, but I will mess with it a bit

Loki's rescue cat, Peanut, is not what one calls socialised.

Loki doesn't know what Peanut went through, but it took almost three months of patience and scratches to get them to tolerate Loki

And though they now are Loki's extension, they go back to that fetal behaviour with everyone else, making all the other avengers to avoid the cat

Then, one day, Thor walks in Loki's quarters without notifying so Loki can get Peanut to sit on the bed while the stranger is on the room.

And instead of attacking, Peanut starts rubbing themselves on Thor's leg

Both brothers are super confused

As an experiment, Thor spends the afternoon on Loki's room, sitting on the couch and talking with Loki about whatever random thing while Peanut is kneading his abs

Loki smiles, Thor always had a problem with getting animals not to attack him and watching Peanut connect with someone that fast just warms his cat father heart

Until Thor starts crying

"Did you get upset over Jumanji?" Loki frowns, not understanding why his brother, whom Loki has never seen shedding a tear, cry while talking about a movie

In Thor's mind, alarms start beeping, he knows that if Loki realises, he'll never see Peanut again.

"it's a very emotional film and you know how I get about Midgardian cinema" Thor fans his face, but to no avail.

"you were laughing when Mufasa died,"

"i changed my ways, brother!"

Loki raises an eyebrow, seeing through Thor's lie like it doesn't exist

But he doesn't have the heart to separate them

"give me a second..." He gets up and goes to another room, coming back with an orange vial and giving it to Thor "drink that, I'll help,"

"you're not jealous Peanut likes me?" Thor frowns

"I am, very jealous. But also I know they don't have any friend and you always wanted an animal that doesn't want to kill you, so compromise and watch my kid turn you into their plaything,"

"that's... Oddly mature, brother," Thor hums before chugging the orange liquid.

He and Loki try to keep the conversation but Thor starts getting sleepy and eventually crashes on the couch, Peanut sprayed on his face

Now this is Loki's wallpaper on the phone

And also Tony has that image framed on the living room

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[leucoratia]

Hannibal when y/n stares and follows him in silence

-Relationships: Hannibal (NBC) & reader (platonic)

-Warnings: mentions of cannibalism (although if you’re a hannifan is the TW really necessary...)

-Hi, I’m Leucoratia and I write headcanons and fic (sometimes)! If you want to request anything, see my rules and characters list!

-A/N: Oof! Sorry @chipchase​ for how long that took me, uni life is hell. Hope you enjoy this little word vomit!

-The first time it happens he would be…curious. Intrigued by you.

-“Hello y/n. Do you need anything?”

-When you don’t answer, he keeps looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, examining you.

-Such odd behavior, he thinks.

-He would try to understand why you do this if it happens frequently. Is it a kind of powerplay, a desperate grasp for a tiny bit of control? Is it curiosity? Boredom? You trying to intimidate him?

-It’s harmless, so he would probably entertain you for a while. He kind of appreciates the attention, in a way. Hannibal likes to be in the spotlight, hence the fact that you seem so dedicated to observing him will feed into his already massive ego.

-He would be preparing dinner, or planning his next sessions with his patients when he feels your presence.

-Sparing a glance at you he nods, acknowledging you, then promptly goes back to whatever he was doing. He’s used to it at this point.

-Hannibal isn’t the kind of man to be intimidated or embarrassed easily. If he can at all. So he wouldn’t really care about whatever you choose to spend your time doing. Look at him all you want, he doesn’t really mind.

-It could be per say…untimely sometimes. Especially if you’re unaware of the psychiatrist’s…dietary requirements.

-If you do it very regularly, he may become a bitch twitchy. That is, if he tries to hide where the meat on your plate comes from.

-Expect some locked doors from now on. The man is dearly attached to his privacy.

-Although I can imagine him becoming unnerved by your staring and following. Especially the following. And how unresponsive you are.

-Be careful. He could consider it…rude…

-You know what happens to those.

[leucoratia]

Hii can I please request Hannibal with s/o who is super funny and sarcastic like not in a mean way ex when they are with their family always cracking sarcastic jocks

Hi anon! Of course!

As stated in my > ask rules< , I don't write romantic heacanons for hannibal so this will be platonic. Please make sure to read my rules and characters list before sending prompts!

-Despite his impeccable manners and seemingly everlasting seriousness, Hannibal Lecter never said no to a tasteful joke

-He thinks of himself as quite the prankster although his sense of humour is...somewhat different from everybody else's

-To his great disappointment, people never quite seem to understand the absolute hilarious poetry of some of his little mise-en-scènes

-Oh well, no matter.

-He caught an interest in you at first, when you two first met

-Never a hint of seriousness, always throwing sarcastic remarks and jokes left and right

-What was your goal in this? Were you trying to compensate some kind of insecurity? Make yourself the center of attention?

-Whatever you seemed to be doing, it worked like a charm. People were talking about you. Whether that was in good or in bad, that is something that remained between each guest.

-He found you curious. What a kindness fate had done him, gifting him with such a fun, brand new toy to play with.

-He approached you like a predator would creep closer to its prey

-Untangling your mind was about to be so, so fun; thought the man.

-He appreciated having you around, whether it was in public or in private.

-When you two would meet with company, he revelled in observing other's reactions to your outgoing personality. You allowed him to obtain a great deal of subtle information about potential targets after all.

-Seeing all those dogs wracking their brain over wether they should be offended or not by what you just said provided him with endless satisfaction.

-And you always offered him some entertainment when parties became too stretched out. Listening to your mindless chatter and jokes allowed to turn his brain off for some time.

-You were pleasant in a way. Then again, the man's opinion of you entirely depended on the show you gave him that day.

-Be careful. He absolutely detests lack of spirit. Bungling jokes are to avoid at all costs, or you will be rewarded with a mirthless, humourless stare.

-What the killer liked even less was being the subject of your sarcasm. Especially if it was in bad taste.

-He has a very, very low tolerance for disrespect. Thread carefully, or you might end up as the next prime piece in his plate.

[leucoratia]

Headcanons masterlist

NBC Hannibal 

-What does Hannibal do when you sleep all day? (platonic, no warnings)

-Hannibal when you stare and follow him in silence all the time (platonic, mentions of cannibalism)

-Hannibal and an extrovert, magnetic y/n (platonic, non-consensual cannibalism)

-Hannibal and a sarcastic, funny y/n (platonic, no warnings)

Loki (MCU)

-Loki and a tattoed s/o (fluff, no warnings)

Levi Ackerman

-Angsty Levi headcanons (whump, mourning, self-harm, unhealthy coping, canon character death)

-All for you (whump, mentions of torture and rape, violence, curses, kidnapping).

Jojo's bizarre adventure

-Avpol general headcanons (slight angst, fluff, mentions of sex and homophobia if you squint)

-Jotakak general headcanons (angst, fluff, aroace Jotaro, QPR)

[leucoratia]

If possible, I would really love to see a headcannons list for Jotakak (kinda similar to the Avpol headcannons). I love this duo and the possible romantic chemistry was so fun! Thanks :D

Hi, I’m Leucoratia and I write headcanons ands fics (sometimes)! If you want to request anything, see my rules and characters list!

*Twirls hair* Haha I’m sooo normal about them

Jotakak. Ladies and gentlemen, JOTAKAK. I love this pair so, so so much it’s a borderline obsession. These headcanons are going to be very influenced about my HCs for the characters’ personalities as well as sexualities (bcs even though Part 3 is my favourite part I can agree that it’s characters aren’t very fleshed-out).

This ask kind of escaped my control, I'm sorry it took so long to answer but balancing my first full-time job was very tricky! I'm not sure it's exactly what you expected because I explored how they got together and how they feel for each other more than misc headcanons, but I think it's still enjoyable :)

Note that I headcanon Jotaro as aroace, hence Jotakak is more of a queerplatonic relationship than a romance. Being allo myself, I don’t have any hindsight from the aroace experience and did my best to accurately portray an aroace person in a relationship. Please do tell if you have any comments or remarks about my portrayal of aroace people so I can do better!

TW: angst. a lot of angst. But it ends well I promise :>

Noriaki Kakyoin in Jotakak HC:

-So I hc Kakyoin as gay, so even in his fleshbud-possessed brain, he wanted to be an extra bitch to impress the local tall dark and handsome upon their first meeting.

-Like he had set up a whole scene, standing mysteriously on top of the stairs with his scarf flowing in the wind, you can’t tell me he didn’t want to swoon Jotaro right off his feet.

-(And that he did lmao)

-Kakyoin has some relationship experience, so he realizes pretty quickly that he has a crush on the other teen. He would be more attracted to Jotaro’s personality and traits than his body, although he can’t deny that he finds him very attractive.

-The redhead is a man of honor, hence he would only respect someone of the same caliber as he. In the beginning, he looked down upon the other man for his attitude, but quickly warmed up to him and truly started to value him after he proved time and time again how far he was willing to go for those he loved.

-Kakyoin truly realized his crush on Jotaro after the battling the Lovers:

“As they reunited after Jotaro defeated Steely Dan, Kaykoin allowed his eyes to graze the other man’s form. Jotaro was covered in cuts and bruises, blood trailing down his lips and brow, melting into his opal eyes. His breath hitched as he noticed the shoe imprints in his back. Just how much had he swallowed up for the sake of his grandfather? As Joseph fretted over his grandson, Kakyoin took in the teen’s ever-so determined aura. Even beat up and humiliated, his look retained an undying sense of determination and duty.

Jotaro had wordlessly trust him and his stand to keep The Lovers from hurting him and anyone else as it flew back to Steely Dan, relied entirely on Kakyoin’s ability to defeat the stand and save his grandfather as he was himself getting beat up and ridiculed in public. This realization filled the teen with a deep sense of respect for the other man, and even more so of admiration.

That day, Kakyoin knew his feelings for Jotaro were no longer those of a friend.”

-After realizing his feelings, he would try to be cool about it and stay the same. Keyword “try”.

-He’s so fucking stupid omg

-He would try to be coolTM all the time to impress. Kakyoin would be the type to infodump about literally anything and be like “Haha Jotaro did you know that sea snakes like Hydrophis cyanocinctus can breathe through their skin”.

-That’s his way of flirting btw.

-Sooooo akward and stupid about it. His cool guy persona does NOT work he is a certified nerd and would absolutely stop breathing when his eyes lock with his crush’s.

-If Jotaro shows the slightest bit of interest in what Kakyoin is saying he’ll talk his ear off with fun facts and videogame lore.

-Would probably make the first move. Kakyoin is a very thorough individual, and feelings are no different. This man made up at least 26 scenarios and planned a different speech for each and every one.

-It definitely keeps him awake at night.

-His love language would be words of affirmation, acts of service and quality time. Every night during their journey the two would meet in each other’s rooms and chill.

“What are you reading Jotaro?

-Marine Life magazine, he muttered, nose deep between the pages.

-Cool,” replied Kakyoin in a soft tone.” Tell me about it?”

Jotaro stayed silent for a few seconds before flipping all the way back to page 3. He cleared his throat and started reading:

“Sea stars belong to the phylum Echinodermata. That means they are related to sand dollars, sea urchins, sea cucumbers, and sea lilies. Overall, this phylum contains approximately 7,000 species”… Did you know that starfish have more than one stomach?

-I didn’t.” Kakyoin rested his hand on his chin, eyes locked on the other man with a dreamy, love-struck look “Keep going.”

Jotaro Kujo in Jotakak HCs:

-So keep in mind that to me Jotaro is an aroace KING so the feelings he harbors for Noriaki are not romantic. Which doesn’t mean this man wouldn’t die for him in a heartbeat.

-At first he didn’t think much of the redhead; although the more they traveled together, the closer they got. After all, it is nice to have someone else his age around during this whole mess.

-Jotaro was in a relationship exactly once (1) in middle school, to cross that item off his bucket list. Even then, he didn’t feel any of the so-called butterflies and giddiness. Must have not been the right girl.

-Aromanticism wasn’t spoken of very much in the 1980’s, especially in Japan, so all his life Jotaro thought that he hadn’t met the “right person” yet. Looking at fellow classmates, he failed to find a single one to his taste during his fourteen years of attending school.

-Holly joked around with her husband that their son was a very picky young man, and the teen ended up using that to justify why he never felt romantic love.

-Jotaro realized something was “wrong” with him when the topic of sexuality came into the picture in high school. Teen boys were passing around lewd magazines and sharing stories of their first times, all while the young man remained puzzled on what was so interesting about a pair of tits. Or a penis for that matter. Sure, men and women were beautiful to look at, but that was it.

-When he understood that everyone else was serious about all they were saying, he started to question himself and think something was wrong with him. Why can’t he be in love? Is his brain fucked up? Is he doomed to be alone forever and push everyone away?

-As he and other grew up, he found himself less and less in his friends and started to grow apart from them. He didn’t feel understood anymore.

-That changed when he met Kakyoin. Kakyoin who didn’t judge, Kakyoin who wouldn’t brag about girls and put him on the line for having no experience, Kakyoing who seemed to be a never-ending pit of random knowledge, Kakyoin who listened.

-Although the Joestar didn’t think much of him at first, he quickly started to appreciate him, slowly breaking his tough-cool-guy shell to expose the teenager underneath.

-He and Noriaki connect like he never did with anyone else. They fight over who knows more about a specific species of starfish (Jotaro does), they play video games whenever they can (Kakyoin always wins), and they have the dumbest inside jokes that makes Joseph and Avdol groan every single time.

-They grow so very close Jotaro starts to believe that maybe this is what love is. The warmth he feels for Noriaki, a warmth that he only ever felt for family, must be love. It has to be right?

-And so the young man indulges in fantasies. Fantasies in which they never kiss, they’re just…together. Kakyoin smiles and he loves him, and Jotaro loves him back and he’s not alone anymore.

-He would never, ever, make the first move; too scared to break their bond. Plus, it’s not like he wants more than they already have.

-Jotaro would just like to be held sometimes. Maybe have his hair played with. He’d like to fall asleep and wake up in Noriaki’s embrace, and give him a peck on the forehead. He’d like his friend to tease him about taking up all the space in bed. And friend’s can’t do that, right?

-Overall he’s just lost and very confused. Also very very awkward about touch. This man craves a hug good good-

Jotakak pair HCS:

-Their confession was messy. It all happened so fast and it wasn’t how either of them imagined to be, planned it to be. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“The three of them stood on the outer wall of Dio’s fortress, the setting sun casting the building in dark shadow. Soon, it will all be over. With Avdol and Iggy left to die in the manor and Polnareff having run to chase the vampire himself, the plan Jotaro came up with was more than hasty.

As they settled on him joining Polnareff and Kakyoin tagging along with Joseph to catch Dio from behind, they could all feel that none of them would come out of this the same as before. If they even could survive this.

The thought plagued Noriaki. Not knowing if he would live to see another day, he had tried this morning to finally confess to his friend but his tongue betrayed him. This was his last opportunity. If he should die, he would knowing that he had been true to his love for the man.

“A moment.” He asked Joseph, not waiting for an answer to turn on his heel and rush towards Jotaro, grabbing him by the hem of his sleeve.

“Jotaro”, he said in a breath” There is something that you must know, before we part”.

The younger Joestar turned around meeting the other man eye to eye, mouth agape, as if he was about to say something.

“I’m in love with you.”

For a moment, nothing was said. Jotaro kept opening and closing his mouth looking for a word, any word, anything better than this crushing silence. He had to say something, he couldn’t stay silent while Noriaki was here and he loved him and he looked so, so terribly sad-

“It’s ok, said the redhead ”You don’t have to say anything. I understand that it’s- it’s a lot.” He gulped “See you there Jotaro”.

And with that, Kakyoin jumped off the building to join Joseph, leaving Jotaro on the roof, still fumbling for his words. His meager “Wait” was lost in the wind before it could reach Kakyoin’s ears.

They truly met again months later, when Kakyoin opened his eyes for the first time after surviving grueling surgeries.

To Jotaro, that time when Noriaki briefly looked at him in a daze while he held his hand as he was rushing him towards the Speedwagon foundation’s helicopter, holding half of his guts in his hands, didn’t count as meeting again.

The second the teen learnt that his best friend was awake, he was out of his hospital bed and running through the corridors, a trail of nurses behind him and IV still half-stabbed in his arm. Bursting into the room, he almost collapsed at Kakyoin’s side, muttering excuses and “I love you”s over and over. The redhead only offered him a half-smile before closing his eyes again.

It would be two weeks before Jotaro could gaze in these emerald eyes again.”

-Once Kakyoin started getting better and Jotaro was no longer banned from his room (after trying to break in multiple times), the two would not leave each others’ side. More precisely, Jotaro would guard his lover’s bed with his life while the other teen faded in and out of consciousness.

-They never talked about their relationship while in the hospital. Such topic felt too.. sacred, to be tackled in a hospital room. But they allowed the change to happen, bit by bit.

-They always touched each other, in one way or another. A hand on a hand. A leg brushing against an arm. They were each other’s lifeline, their mutual contact grounding them in the moment and keeping the memories at bay.

-After Kakyoin was transferred to a clinic to fully heal, Jotaro had the habit of sneaking trinkets, food and books in his room; both enjoying the malicious pleasure of driving nurses and the redhead’s parents crazy.

-When Noriaki was finally released from the clinic, the two could finally fully find each other again. Obviously their activities were limited, with Kakyoin now permanently disabled and with fragile brand new organs, but they made it work. It’s not like they both enjoyed hiking or public dates anyways.

-The topic of their relationship was still difficult to branch, especially to Jotaro. They never went further than holding hands and hugging, but the Joestar could tell that the other teen wanted more than that. And he wasn’t sure that he could be the one to give him what he deserved anymore.

-To be honest, Jotaro is absolutely crushed with guilt after Egypt. Even though his partner survived, the nightmares plague him every night, and he can’t look at Kakyoin without feeling as if his heart was being stopped all over again.

-To him, his friend deserves more than this. More than whatever he can give. Because, well, Jotaro might love Kakyoin, but he isn’t in love with him. He’s never been in love with anyone, and really, he’s not sure he’s able to.

-Slowly, Jotaro begins to distance himself from his partner. He calls less. He comes over less. And it crushes them both, because Jotaro wants to give Noriaki the world and Noriaki only wants Jotaro to be with him.

-It gets ugly. It gets bad. Because Kakyoin bottles up all of his emotions and Jotaro thinks this is what is best.

-Finally, what had to happen happened. They fought. And they broke down.

-Noriaki screamed until his voice went raw that he only wanted Jotaro to stay, that after Egypt, he thought that they would fight the entire world together if they had to but they would be together. He screams that he feels lonely, he feels abandoned, he feels as if he’s 10 again because he’s betrayed by the one he loves and it hurts so much. He screams that he knows he’s broken, that he’s crippled and useless but that he thought that they would get over this as a couple; he screams that he loves Jotaro but he knows he doesn’t love him back and he justs wants to be done, he just wants everything to be over because if there isn’t Jotaro that what even is left for him? And he screams and he screams because he just wants Jotaro to fucking SAY SOMETHING and LOOK AT HIM-

-And Jotaro takes it in. He takes the punches, he takes the tears and the screams and the harsh words.

-And Jotaro crumbles.

-Because he’s just so, so guilty. He just wants what’s best for the most important person in his life and he fucked up. Again.

-He falls on his knees and he cries. And Kakyoin just looks at him from his wheelchair and says nothing, eyes red and throat raw.

-Jotaro cries and says that he’s sorry. That he loves him so much but that he can’t love him, that he tries so hard but he can’t give Noriaki what he needs and that he deserves better than a broken man.

-Once the dam is opened, there’s no closing it. And the words flow out of Jotaro’s mouth and he can’t stop them.

-He tells his lover everything he never said before. How he always felt different. How he’s never been in love, how he’s never been interested in sex, how he thought what he felt for Kakyoin was love because it was the only justification for such an intense feeling. How he never wants to leave his side, how he wants to be his but he can’t and-

-Kakyoin bends down from his wheelchair and hugs him.

-He’s not sorry, he said. About what he said. About being mad, because he’s still absolutely furious at Jotaro for doing what he did. But he understands and never in a million years would he throw what they have away because the other teen doesn’t, can’t return his feelings. He loves him, and even if they wont’ be able to be a typical couple, they can still make things work.

“Jotaro looked at Kakyoin with teary eyes, trying to still the shaking in his shoulders and the tremors of his voice. His knees rasped against the hard wooden floor and hurt from the fall, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except Noriaki, who looked at him with understanding and with so much love it made him feel like he could conquer the world.

“Do you- do you still want me then?” he choked out in a hesitant, low voice.

“Always”.”

-After things calmed down, they had a serious talk about what they felt for each other and what they wanted. It was as clumsy as two teenagers could get, but in the end they both got their point across.

-So much changed after that. It felt as if both of them been freed from an immense weight and could be themselves again, all of their barriers having been torn down. The two were even more comfortable around the other, although they both retained their natural level of awkwardness.

-Today, you could call their relationship a QPR (queerplatonic relationship). Back then, not having words to put on their relationship, they just called it a partnership of some sorts.

-Expect a loooot of casual touching and hugs from now on. These two seem superglued to the other everywhere they go.

-Jotaro being draped over a drowsy Kakyoin on the couch was a common sight at the Joestar estate.

-Acts of service. So. Many. Acts. Of. Service. It’s almost a competition at this point. Basically “Let me get it for you” “No let ME get it for you”.

-The sentient stands make it ten times worse. You WILL have Star Platinum floating away to get tea and Hierophant Green unwinding itself to fetch a book. Holly learnt to ignore the floating objects for her own sanity.

-Would kill for one another (I mean they already did so-). If anyone dares give any shit to Noriaki about his disability they're going to get a taste of Star Platinum's fist. If Hierophant didn't beat him to it anyways.

-Works both ways btw. When they go back to high school, Jotaro's fangirls try to swarm him again but you bet Kakyoin is burning them down with a stare and getting the both of them away as fast as his wheelchair allows him to. If looks could kill...

-They’re so stupid together. Insane chaos energy. Kakyoin literally has the worst sense of humor and is absolutely THRIVING with Jotaro, king of practical jokes. No one is safe except Holly. Especially not Polnareff.

-Kakyoin basically lives at the Joestar estate now. He wants to get away from his parents whom he has a tense relationship with still, and with the rate at which he comes over he always has clothes and trinkets littering Jotaro’s room.

-Even though Holly always offers a guest room, they bunk together. Absolutely no exceptions.

(Jotaro finally got his head scratches and hugs thank god)

-They talk endlessly. They tell each other everything, from their deepest and darkest worries to the colour of their socks. Jotaro opens up on his resentment towards his absent father while Kakyoin tries to share how his relationship with his family became so difficult, and how having a stand whilst being queer made him feel like he was alone against the world.

-Whenever Kakyoin sleeps over, the both of them tend to sleep better. Less nightmares.

-And when one of them jolts awake, a scream dying in their throat, the sight of their loved one laying peacefully next to them always soothes their worries.

-When the nightmares get too intense and the other wakes up, they will gently coax their partner through it, holding them in their arms and murmuring sweet nothings in their ear as tears flow freely.

-Kakyoin is a very guarded man, but Jotaro is the only one he feels safe enough with to express his emotions and his fears. Even then, him breaking down after a nightmare is a very rare occurrence. He prefers to keep to himself and hide away weaknesses like this. Suffice to say, when it does happen, it’s not easy on the both of them.

-Jotaro has the most nightmares. In the first year after Egypt, getting a good night of sleep was almost impossible for the teen. In the darkness behind his eyelids, he would always see the glimmer of red eyes and sharp teeth, and blood, oh god so much blood-

-Having Noriaki around helped. His partner was the one to drag his sorry ass to bed most of the times anyways.

-They help each other with homework as a form of bonding. Kakyoin is more into mathematics and literature than biology and physical science, so they cancel each other out. The only subject both of them are absolutely helpless at is…Japanese….

-They both think all of the literary rules are stupid for different reasons, but they agree on that.

-They don’t voice their affection for each other a lot, both of them preferring actions to words. But they do say “I love you” from time to time as reassurance.

-Jotaro helps Noriaki with his physical therapy and such. It keeps the redhead going, even when hi muscles are sore and his legs feel like puddy. He wants to walk next to his partner again.

-The taller teen somehow becomes Kakyoin’s doctor's best frienemy. Best friend because he always keeps him on his medication and pushes him through his exercises; worst enemy because he has the tendency to arbitrarily kidnap his friend out of checkups.

-When Noriaki was being difficult, Jotaro always knew how to rile him up:

“Come on Kakyoin, you just need to try and stretch your legs and we’ll be done for today”, said a nurse in a sweet but harsh tone. She had been trying to make her patient stretch after his session for a good twenty minutes and she was getting nothing out of him. Even with the patience of a saint, she was itching to give the teen a piece of her mind.

“Hm. Cmon’ Nori, let’s go home. I can see you don’t have it in you.

-EXCUSE ME?!,” spit the younger teen, a newfound fire in his eyes, “Shut up and fucking watch me Kujo”.

-Mutual infodumping. Their relationship is literally autism x autism. WILL take turns talking about their special interests.

-Jotaro would take Noriaki to the oceanographic museum while the redhead shows his partner around the observatory and planetarium. (Kakyoin is a space nerd to me sorry I’m projecting-)

-When they get older and the topic of college gets broached, Kakyoin is the one to push Jotaro to study abroad. And well, if he just happens to secure a full scholarship at Florida University’s department of Astronomy, a famous real-estate millionaire says it’s just a coincidence.

-They live together at university. Contrary to popular belief, Jotaro is the organized one. Kakyoin leaves a mess everywhere he goes. His mugs are literally everywhere (and he’ll be damned if he picks them up himself).

-They both take up work at the SPW Foundation, Kakyoin being confined to the support lines due to his injuries. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to sneak out and assist Jotaro on terrain or anything.

-In the end, both obtain their PHD with flying colors. Jotaro becomes a renewed marine biologist while Kakyoin devotes himself to research and teaching.

-The other crusaders learn of their relationship pretty quickly. Muhammad is very understanding, being demiromantic himself; while Polnareff and Joseph struggle a bit more with the concept. They're both trying really hard though.

"So, uh, when's the wedding guys?, said Polnareff in a joking manner

-There won't be a wedding you absolute waste of a bowel movement-"

-After many years at each other’s side, they relationship is the strongest it’s been. And even though it’s not your typical love story, they both wouldn’t have it any other way.

-And well, if they do decide to expand their little family…time will tell.

I mean seriously can you imagine the chaos? Raising a kid with your bestie? Everyone should brace themselves because little Jolyne and daddy Nori are about to be their worst nightmare.

[leucoratia]

Headcanon request for a whump and angst? If it's alright can I request for Levi Ackerman offers himself to be tortured (strung up, bare chested) to protect his gn s/o?

A/N: Gladly! I’m sorry for the time it took me to answer this ask, I was let’s say...busy lmao. I didn’t know if you wanted me to explicitly describe a torture scene so I didn’t but left some crumbs. Hope you like it!

Hi, I’m Leucoratia and I write headcanons ands fics (sometimes)! If you want to request anything, see my rules and characters list!

All for you

-Relationships: Levi x spouse!gn!reader

-TW: mentions of rape, mentions of torture, graphic description of injury, kidnapping, curses, violence, not really proofred

It was never supposed to happen. You were supposed to be his best-kept secret. His own, private mystery. He didn’t know how they found out about you, about how he cared for you. But in the end, they took you.

He came home that day with your home in shambles, the floor littered with broken glass, splintered wood and torn drapes. You had fought, maybe you had called for him. It didn’t matter now anyway. You were gone. The only evidence he found was a note and a few drops of blood. When he found the crimson stains, he found himself enraged at the thought that they might be yours.

He didn’t know who the note was from, but the contents were clear enough to understand that a group of mercenaries had kidnapped you for leverage. After all, the Survey Corps certainly didn’t lack enemies. He didn’t lack enemies.

They only made one demand. Information, in exchange for you.

And so he wrote the letter. Of course, he wasn’t so stupid as to tell them what they needed to hear. He just told them what they wanted to hear. A web of lies with tiny, inconsequential truths to hold it all together. They wouldn’t be fooled for long, but he didn’t need much time. After all, he could kill them all in a few seconds after putting you to safety.

They mentioned a location for the “exchange” to take place. The information would have to be contained in a letter, written by his hand. They wanted everything. Future mission plans, relationship networks between higher-ups, addresses, soldiers’ political opinions…nothing should be cast aside. It never even crossed Levi’s mind to inform the corps about what was going on. If everything went according to plan, Erwin wouldn’t even have to twitch an eyebrow about it all. He was going to take care of it himself. As he always did.

 Worry racked his mind as he crept towards the meeting place in eerie silence. He waited, cloaked by shadow, for the men to arrive. Evidently, he would hear them coming, since they would be transporting you. Surely you would be trashing and kicking, and he would just swoop in and get the hell out of here without even having to ruffle his clothes. He held reserves about bloodying the garments though.

Revenge will be sweet, he thought to himself while getting ready, concealing multiple weapons on his person. Too sweet.

Finally, after what seemed like days, one man arrived. He looked around, turning on himself multiple times, then nonchalantly rested his back against the wall and lit a cigarette. Levi let himself be taken aback by the sight but had to reason himself. It couldn’t have been so simple. Of course, your kidnapers wouldn’t just take his word for granted and let him waltz out of here with you in his arms. You once said that love made him soft, pinching his ear with a cheeky grin.  If Erwin could see him now, he would say that it also made him stupid. And naïve.

The soldier’s lip twitched in scorn as the fact that no one else would show up in this blasted alley sunk into his brain. Absent-mindedly, he fingered the blade sitting under in sleeve, waiting to be unsheathed, as he stepped into the light just as the man put out his smoke.

-“Ackerman! Wondered’ when you’d show up!

-Let’s just get this over with shall we?”, Levi bit back, tossing the letter to the man’s feet.

 Without batting an eye, the mysterious mercenary bent down, picked up the letter, and snapped it open. He gazed upon the words quickly and let out a satisfactory sigh. Letting the letter slip into his pocket, the man turned on his heels and…started leaving?

“Oi! Where do you think you’re going? The soldier snarled, taking a step forward

-Home! Our deal’s just starting after all! And if I were you, I wouldn’t follow.” These last words were spoken in a low voice, warning him not to go any further.

Levi’s blood ran cold. In a spur, he unsheathed his blade and threw it, striking the man right in the neck. The soldier panted as his opponent dropped dead, wound gushing red and painting the soil crimson. Maybe he had just fucked up. In a daze, he approached the still bleeding corpse and started feeling his pockets for something, anything, that might just tell him where you were held. Blood still pumping in his ears, mind still fogged by adrenaline, the soldier failed to notice a figure concealed in shadows brandishing a slingshot.

When the hidden figure released his projectile, Levi just had the time to turn around, alerted by its sound, when it struck him right on the forehead.

 He came to god-knows how long after in a dark, humid place. A rotten stench filled the air, and his vision was blurred by the thick, dark red blood that oozed from the wound on his forehead. As he lifted his hand to wipe the blood from his brow, he felt a tug. His mind clearing, Levi now realized that he was bound to a wall by thick metal chains, wrists and ankles clasped in iron. His white shirt was torn in multiple places, falling apart in bloody rags and leaving his torso exposed to the biting cold. Water and sweat pearled on his skin and intertwined with red, dripping down his ribs and sending a shiver down his spine.

Then everything went black.

Because the way he spoke of you, what had and would be done to you if he didn’t give himself up made his blood run cold, his face white as a sheet and eyes frozen on your captor. They knew he’d do anything for you, willingly or not.

The soldier struggled with his chains, knees rapping on the stone floor, but evidently it was useless. Too thick, too tight. He was stuck. Damn.

With nothing left to try, he waited for his captors to arrive. Although his body was bound, his mind was not. The man’s thoughts were racing, building up escape plans, reasons for his evident kidnapping, and how to find his way back to you. Images of you held in the same state as he was, chained, bloody and clothing in tatters, made his blood boil. How dare they. If they as much as touched you, he would make them regret being born. He would twist his knife into their flesh and watch them squirm, cry out for their momma, he would peel their skin off their flesh and pull out each of their teeth, he would-

 The door to the corridor leading to his cell creaked open, momentarily bathing the place in a light that was put out a second after. A man arrived and stood over Levi, towering him in heigh and casting a menacing shadow over him. Then again, the expression the man wore trying to scare the Captain into submission just made him look ridiculous. You’d need way more than that to terrify humanity’s strongest. If you could at all.

Oh wait. Turns out he could.

 The sound of a body hitting the floor stopped his thoughts. It was you. Bloodied, battered broken, but alive.

Levi couldn’t just cave in though. No matter how much he wanted to anyways. His duty should always come first, the corps must come first no matter what, he swore an oath to Erwin, he-

Your captor offered his bargain again: you, in exchange for everything he had to offer. With a chuckle, he nudged your comatose self with his foot, pushing a groan out of you.

Levi was stuck. Head clouded by fatigue and the ache in his body, he still knew he was stuck here until everyone got up from their asses and wondered why their captain hasn’t shown up to training in…hours? Days? Who knew how long it had been. He couldn’t take the risk of waiting for help. Not while you were here and hurt and it was his fault. Again.

“Yes”, he whispered almost inaudibly.

So he did the only thing that was left to do.

 You came to in a seemingly empty room, with dark grey stone covering the walls and floor, water dripping from the moldy cracks. Everything was fuzzy; your brain, your sight, your memories… you had trouble remembering what you were doing here. Weren’t you in your home, enjoying a nice and relaxing cup of tea while reading your favorite book? Sunlight was seeping through the windowpanes, basking the room in warm yellow light while the delicious scent of your cooking filled the air. Yes. This afternoon had been so, so perfect.

In return, the man’s grin broke into a smile.

 Oh yes.

You had gotten up from your loveseat when a crashing sound upstairs broke the peace. You remembered slowly going up the stairs, holding onto the wooden railing, slightly frightened by the sound. Something must have fallen from the shelves, you thought to yourself. Maybe one of the neighborhood’s stray cats had snuck in through the window and broken a vase. Nothing to fear. Nothing to be afraid of.

 The men. The fighting. The blow to the head that knocked you unconscious. The ache in your bones when you woke up on the cold stone floor. You remembered how they hit you. How they spit on your face. How they tore off your clothes and played with you. How they violated you until your body grew numb and your mind heavy. How they laughed when you called your lover’s name between your cries.

You remembered.

Even with your memories seemingly regained, you didn’t know where you were. Everything was so…overwhelming. The ground’s biting cold. The air’s heaviness. The buzzing sound in your head. The taste of iron on your tongue. The feel of torn damp clothing on your form. The heavy, pained breathing that was not your own.

Someone was breathing loudly.

 You forced yourself to look at the source of the sound. Your eyes searched the darkness, darting in every corner, washing upon every stone. You trailed a thick iron chain, encased in stone and metal, that led all the way up to someone. A man, you realized in your daze. Small but well built. He had no shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed to the cold air as what used to cover it laid on the floor in tatters. His porcelain skin was covered in dark red, blood dripping from his mouth; as purple bruises bloomed all over his shoulder and torso. His thin arms were spread out to the extreme as if to represent wings sprouting from his back. Long, thin bruises covered the back of his limbs. He had been whipped. His nails had been torn out, leaving his hands ensanguined as his exposed flesh was already oozing with white pus. The same gashes and bruises marked his exposed thighs, a sole cloth covering him in a masquerade of decency. His right ankle was twisted in a way you knew wasn’t right, each contact the broken limb had with the floor sending tremors down the man’s spine.

 In…out…in…out….A cough. In…out…in…out. A wheeze…in…out…in…out…

You knew him. You knew his body better than your own, having explored every inch of his skin, almost feeling even now the softness of it under your fingers.

 Levi.

 “LEVI!” you called out to him in a strangled shout, tears swelling up as you took in the sight of your broken lover. His head whipped up at the noise, eyes widening when he laid eyes on you. The soldier’s mouth parted in a silent whisper of your name as you dashed towards him, knees splitting open as you crashed in front of him on the hard ground.

 He was here.

 “Oh god,” you whispered, cradling his face in your hands ” oh my god Levi what happened, what did they do to you! Are you ok? No- of course you’re not I mean just look at yourself! Oh god my love I’m so sorry-”

He said nothing as you held him close and kept on ranting, basking in your warmth and taking in your presence, seeming clearly disoriented. He grunted in pain as you touched his wounds, breathing heavily but always keeping his eyes on you, as if you weren’t really there.

“Y/N...” he murmured in a raspy voice, ”you shouldn’t be here. You- they told me that- that you would be freed if I agreed to cooperate”.

He could barely speak, coughing and wheezing in between each word, struggling to breathe.

“Don’t worry I’m…gonna get us out of here. I left a letter- in our house- to Erwin, telling him-in case I-“.

You never got to hear the end of that sentence as the Captain violently choked on his words in a fit of coughing, his blood splattering on your face. You shivered, trying to hide your tremors as you put your hand out to wipe the blood from your husband’s chapped lips.

Your fingers had just made contact with his face when light flooded the entire room, momentarily blinding you both. With heavy steps and accompanied by the sound of heels clacking against stone, a group of five men entered the room. You instinctively tightened your hold on your lover, almost completely draping yourself around him protectively. You couldn’t do much, but you sure as hell weren’t letting them get any closer to him.

Without leaving you the time to even speak four of the men charged at you and violently tore you from your husband, restraining you quickly even though you were trashing and kicking like no tomorrow.

“Let me go! Don’t you fucking touch me!”

 The fifth man didn’t even grace you with a look as you snarled at him, instead approaching Levi as he struggled against the chains, enraged by them solely touching you. But being humanity’s strongest didn’t really do much even now, being so weakened and hurt. All he had left were his words, which he spoke in a strangled, raspy voice:

“Motherfucker…you promised that you would- let them go if you had me…

-Oh I will! You see Ackerman, unlike you I am a man of my word. I just wanted to grace you with…let’s say, goodbyes.”, answered the man shooting a side glance towards you, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Plus, they have lost all value as a plaything. I mean look at the state of the thing really, my men already got the best of it.

-Son of a bitch!”, spit the captain, trashing against his restraints with pure fury blazing behind his stare,” I won’t give you shit you hear me?! We had a deal!

-Tsk-tsk-tsk, now we can’t have that now can we Captain? That would mean you don’t particularly care for y/n’s fate, wouln’t it?” bit back the man in a sweet voice, waltzing towards you and taking your chin in his fingers. “Oh, sweet sweet y/n. You found yourself quite a delicious partner now Ackerman, hm? Such a pretty face; and such a delicious body…Dear y/n, surely you must remember the fun we had-

-What the fuck did you do to my spouse you sick fuck?!

-Ah ah ah” tsked your captor, dropping your chin and approaching your husband once again,” Levi, I had expected you to be a more reasonable man. I’ll do as promised. You be a good boy and I’ll-“

He was interrupted by the Captain spitting in his face, a mix of saliva and blood splashing the man’s nose.

“Go to hell asshole.”, snarled Levi with a side grin, which was promptly wiped off his face by your abductor violently backhanding him.

“You disappoint me Captain, really”, he said as he wiped his face with a handkerchief,” I’ll assume the offense you just made is a pitiful act of defiance to rekindle y/n’s faith in you, so I’ll let it slide. But this will be your only warning. You better behave yourself now boy.”

Ruffling Levi’s hair as he spoke, he shot up to avoid another mouthful of spit and turned to his men.

“Take them away. Make sure they’re out during transport.”

With a wave of his hand, the men tightened their grip on you once again and started dragging you towards the door, none saying a word. No matter how hard you fought, how violently you trashed, you were no match for them as the last thing you saw before the door closed was the man were your husband’s eyes locked on you, disregarding the man revealing a long whip and unbuckling his pants.

 For the hundredth time today, you wept. This time not for you, but for him.

[leucoratia]

Leucoratia’s jojo masterlist

You knew it was coming. With each hyperfixation comes the obligatory army of posts and headcanons and art. Check out #jjba for literally all the jojo posts I ever made/reblogged

°Artwork:

“Last kiss” - Bruabba angst <3

Bruabba sketch dump and colour this in your style !

Caesar Zepelli thirst - slightly suggestive bcs shirtless man :>

Quick sketch of Diavolo

Jojo sketch dump

Diavolo sketch - kinda vaporwave style?

Risotto Nero (male chest study +NSFW version)

Part 3 Joseph -half body fully rendered piece, flirty

Yrisinne and Three Day's Grace - fully rendered piece about my ocs

Joseph and Ceasar being stupid &lt;33 - semi-rendered sketch

Giorno flower - sketch

"Draw your babygirl in this" Diavolo edition - Sketch. I want to eat him

Diavolo - again but he's (almost) naked

Doppio and Yrsinne (mister13eyond's art challenge!)

Marriage bruabba!! (sboopie's dtiys)

"The Wrath of God" Dio portrait for the deardiozine!

°Headcanons:

My take on jojo characters’ sexualities part 1

My take on jojo characters' sexualités part 2

Avpol headcanons (fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst, everyone lives AU)

Jotakak headcanons (angst, fluff, everyone lives AU, aroace Jotaro)

°Miscellaneous

Jojo playlist : except it's so cursed it sounds like an acid trip

Jojo reference in my law midterm

Diavolo wallpaper - whipped it up quickly in Canva lmao here

°The Ultimate JJBA fic recs masterlist

Lovingly curated by yours truly

[poormeowmeowcollector]

hiii hope you’re well! 💕

how about loki + ancient myths headcanons?

ohhhh yes!

Loki is a classified mythology nerd

What do you mean he has mythology about him as well? He can and will appreciate other myths

They don't really have a favourite mythology since every myth has diamonds, from every planet

And his library is like books upon books upon books about mythology and urban legends

Of course, they will respect the culture he's learning about

And as much as he love reading, having someone who knows about mythology be with them is just a dream

And yes, Loki will rant back and forth with the other person for hours

One of his favourite myths are the African myth about the spider god and death, the greek myth about the statue of Truth being yeeted in Zeus' head by Hera and breaking and Thor's drag wedding

Okay, the last one is a favourite because it actually happened but it's still a myth

Also, bonus, Loki loves learning ancient languages with the mythologies so it's extra hyperfixation

Taglist: @lucywrites02 @electroma89 @the-emo-asgardian @rorybutnotgilmore @hybrid-in-progress @weirdfangirl2416 @darkacademicfrom2021 @nicoistrying @twhiddlestonsstuff @kozkalovesloki @thewindandthewolves @gaitwae @leucoratia

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Headcanon idea: Loki and the avengers camping!

That could be better as a fic, but who has energy?

It was Steve's idea, after the stress had ruled over the team

Loki is a very clean person, and pretty high maintenance, so Clint was making jokes about them not standing a day camping

Little does he know that Odin had trained both sons to survive in the nature so they can go hunting for weeks or in case of an emergency during a war

Loki was not dying to go there

But when they arrived, they took the leadership out of Steve's hands

He could make several tents, most out of things found around him in the nature

They made tools, found food and clean water, took care of the fire...

All those with zero magic

And he only accepted help from Thor

Meaning they'd both yell at each other in old Norse on whether or not certain mushrooms and berries are toxic for humans

Steve was right about the camping being relaxing

Sitting back and watching the brodinsons lose their sanity is relaxing as fuck

And, oddly enough, Loki and Thor were also relaxed after the camping, because they released tension

Taglist: @lucywrites02 @electroma89 @the-emo-asgardian @rorybutnotgilmore @hybrid-in-progress @weirdfangirl2416 @darkacademicfrom2021 @nicoistrying @twhiddlestonsstuff @kozkalovesloki @thewindandthewolves @gaitwae @leucoratia

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Maybe as headcanon: you introduce the lil emo prince to rock, punk, metal and or grunge? Or any music you think he would love

Well, I've already done Loki and musical instruments, but alt music? Gimme

In terms of music, Loki listens to everything depending on the mood

Sometimes, he'll enjoy Asgardian folk songs, or even Midgardian medieval ones,

sometimes they'll enjoy something instrumental, like classical music,

sometimes he'll be in the mood for some 80's songs

It really depends on the context

But Loki will always deposite classic rock, kind of the gerne Tony listens to

With the exception of Queen and Bowie, Loki hates rock

And then, alternative rock comes to their orbit

They get obsessed

The next day, Loki's room is just posters, monster cans and mother mother, we're talking about full force alt phase

The gerne closer to Loki's soul is punk, and then streampunk, goth and emo

Luckily, he doesn't have to change his closet a lot

And the Viking battle makeup and bisexuality has prepared Loki for some killer eyeliner (and illusions to cover mistakes, but shhh)

And yes, Loki's favourite lyric is the "you should have raised a baby girl, I should have been a better son" on Mama by MCR. I don't make the rules

Even though the whole of Mama is extremely painful for Loki, but that lyric is just vibes

Everybody thinks it's a hyperfixation

It's a special interest

Loki will keep listening to this music and stay on that phase for MILLENNIA

they reached their final form

Taglist: @lucywrites02 @electroma89 @the-emo-asgardian @rorybutnotgilmore @hybrid-in-progress @weirdfangirl2416 @darkacademicfrom2021 @nicoistrying @twhiddlestonsstuff @kozkalovesloki @thewindandthewolves @silver-lupines @leucoratia