Can you Traffic or Zuka x reader headcannons? Or maybe both idk
Hello there anon. You're getting both. Separately. But you can have both.
I realize I'm very inconsistent with how many headcanons I write for these headcanon requests. Oh well. 6 headcanons each btw (I'm not the best when it comes to these two but I am trying).
The wiki calls Zuka's shop "Da Shop" but then also calls it something else I already forgot and I've known it as Da Shop so it's called that sorry.
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Zuka
Whatever you first went to Da Shop for the first time doesn't matter now, because now you show up just to bug him. At least, in his opinion. Sure, he's patient. But he'll still call you annoying to your face everytime you show up (in a playful way).
So you're together. Cool. Don't expect a lot from him. He isn't the most romantic Inphernal out there. He isn't going to write you letters or make things for you just because you're together. Most likely, any gift from him is something with utility of some kind.
He's. Okay. With cuddling, you just have to be aware of the risks that come with sleeping in the same bed as him. Night terrors are no joke. They suck. They aren't as bad now, but they still happen and he just wants you to understand that. Other than that, he does enjoy wrapping his arm around you and holding you close.
Not a big pda guy. In fact, please refrain from trying to do much of anything with him out in public. He's probably only out and about because he needs to do something that requires being out and about, so he would like to focus on that. Along with how rowdy other Inphernals can get, he'd like to focus on his surroundings too.
Only in private could this happen, but if you can get him in a rowdier mood than normal he might be willing to play fight with you. Not much and not for long but that won't stop him for the short amount of time he's got his mind set to it. And he can get pretty competitive with it. Again, only for a short time though. He knows his limits.
You can look at his gear if you want, just don't touch it. It's hanging in Da Shop, everyone can see it. You can take a closer look but Zuka might get upset if you try to touch it. He might ask a couple of times if you're sure if/when you present him with your gear. He's careful when he touches it.
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Traffic
He's pretty casual about. Everything, really. If you stay in Crossroads, you met him at Ghosdeeri's library. If not, you net him while he was traveling. Regardless of where you met, he made a joke to you and you made one back and you both hit it off from there.
He'll bring you back trinkets from his travels that remind him of you. He doesn't expect anything in return, so don't feel pressured to do the same. He just thinks of you when he sees stuff so he'll bring it back to you for you to keep.
He's definitely going to stay with you. Don't be surprised. At least he cleans up after himself and tries not to leave much of a mess behind. He might not always be around, but when he is, he's in your living space. He'll leave if you don't want him around though. You'd have to have invited him to stay at your place in the first place.
He doesn't mind pda. He's pretty chill with most things in general, I think he'd be fine with a kiss or holding hands out in public. Nothing crazy, nothing too bad. As long as you're fine with it, he is.
Ghosdeeri knows who you are already, but she's subjected to Traffic talking about you to her now. Something she expected. Traffic just wants to be able to talk about you to someone. Sometimes it's just to talk about you and how you made his day better, sometimes it's to sort out his own thoughts about you. Either way, it works and helps.
You're probably never seeing his gear. Sorry. He's not going to give you a reason why, but he'll find a way to smoothly change the topic if asked about it. While he'd be pretty careful with yours, he's not treating it like glass or anything.
There are many different nicknames your husband, Zuka, calls you.
Sweetheart is the main one he calls you. It's the first thing that comes to mind whenever he's groggily walking towards you in the morning before wrapping his arm around your waist, and it's the last thing he says at night whenever you're both in bed and he's talking about how much he loves you.
Then you got Honey—sometimes Hun if he's feeling really smug. It's more of a teasing nickname that rolls off his tongue whenever he's taunting you, and while teasing can get annoying, you can't seem to get bothered by it because he always follows his teases with "honey." That nickname along with his slight smirk as he looks at you is enough to just make you scoff at him, but even that scoff turns into a laugh because he'll pepper your cheek in kisses as an apology.
This one really depends on if you're okay with it, but he will also call you Angel. While it may be viewed as a irony due to you both being Inphernals, he calls you it because it just seems right. Whenever he looks at you, it's just a nickname that clicks in his mind. Maybe it's because he considers you sweet, or maybe it's because you seem to lighten everything up whenever you're near him. He swears that the world seems more vivid with you around, but will he ever tell you that? Some day, maybe.
I'm so excited for you guys to listen to what I found...
Forsaken nsfw audio links[2]…
[remember imagination is key while listening]
Doll's note: sorry this took so long guys they kept pushing back Azure's release date, but at least that gave me more time to make this just a little bit better 💜...
@bun-che [here's the other two just like I promised]
Azure as this...
I have waited to long, watched to many nights, from to far... And now that I have you, I'm going to savior every moment of your surrender...
Well: You really shouldn't have come here. The sea is scary enough, well without the legends people have heard about the creatures that inhabit it. But you're the brave type, aren't you? Or simply foolish. But he has been watching you, studying you, wanting you for far too long to care if there's a difference. Tonight, he'll take you for himself. But every night after this one, you'll give yourself to him willingly.
slasher as this...
I'll be patient..., I'll wait..., yeah you know VERY patient... understanding, like I have been for the past two mouths while you learn to NEED ME...
Well: You have been kidnapped for about 2-3 mouths now since he thinks you shouldn't be around nor need anyone else but him. He cares so much it hurts, little thing. He thinks about you constantly. What you need. What you fear. How to break you down so he can build you back into something that needs him. And. You. Will. Learn. Who. You. Belong. To...
Noli as this...
You know what my answer to your question is... I want you, I have wanted you for a VERY long time... So let me show you how much I want you, and RUIN the possibility of anyone else having you...
Well: After a bad day, you feel the loneliness creep up on you. So you told your "friend" you’d quit dating, at least for a good few months, since you’re just too busy to invest your time and energy into it. But, then you really started to feel like nobody wants you... Maybe downloading that dating app just one more time won’t hurt...but luckily he will show you why won't be needing it...
Guest666/Sixer as this...
Well I mean think about it, don't you think I may actually be a good parent,a good "father". And I don't know, I want to take care of my kids, But I'm saying it right now if it's a girl I'm going to spoil the fuck out of her...
well: Chill time with your "chill" partner scrolling blocktok and being potatoes of society, They have been having some baby fever! You know how it is, starts off gentle aaaaand now you are getting pounded and pumped by gratuitous amounts of cum deep inside your womb isn't that fun...
Chance as this...
That's right just keep those eyes on me, every time someone looks at you I get hard thinking about how completely I own you, you don't get to speak, you don't get to safe word with words, your MINE to use, MINE to parade, MINE to BREAK whenever I decide...
Well: You’re their beautiful, perfectly dressed trophy girlfriend. They choose the slinky black dress that clings to every curve, the sky-high heels, the diamond choker that hides last night’s bruises. Right before you left the penthouse they slid the custom internal gag in place, a thick silicone bulb that fills your mouth completely, wrapping the tongue and filling the space of your mouth completely, but small enough that your lips close around it. It’s perfectly engineered to be invisible to anyone interacting with you. You can breathe and whimper… but no words. They have been rock-hard for hours just thinking about parading you around like this, their perfect little show pony...
Shedletsky as this...
Yeah I have wanted to fuck you like fo-, yes I have... I will admit it, you're hot, you're fun but, your my friends little sister and I can't do that...
Well: You and your brother's friend have wanted to fuck for the longest time. Since he's staying over for a while, you're going to push in that direction. So after he got off work and went straight to bed not even bothering to change out of the clothes he did his said field work in, You decided to tie him up and ride the fuck out of him until he's whimpering. But he ends up breaking the restrains and is really going to make you regret doing that...
And two more special additions for a special someone[again🪷]...
Twotime as this...
Angel , I'm so glad you decided to stay with us, to stay with ME... Ah yes my mistake, you can leave whenever you like but, why would you want to do that... I'm going to give you everything you need. I'm everything you need, you understand that right...
Well: You finally caved and went in to investigate your local cult branch...just curiosity, nothing more. Now, the door is closed, you're in the leader's office, and they're already telling you things about yourself that nobody should know. You wanted answers, proof that this place was nothing more than rumors and manipulation. Instead, they are picking you apart, piece by piece, until you don't even know what you believe anymore. You came here to question them, and now they are going to show you exactly where you belong...
Elliot as this...
You always give me this sad smile saying your just doing ok, it breaks my heart every time, I want you to be doing more than just OK... I want you to want for NOTHING...
Well: he has been watching you every day for months now, hidden from you in plain sight. He has taken note of more than just what kind of coffee you like. You're so sad... WHY? A girl as perfect as you deserves to be happy. He knows you would be so much better with him. You don't have to run. Don't even try, not like you would be able to anyway with your new shock collar on. Just sit back and relax the next dose will hit soon enough. Welcome home, sweetheart...
You've constantly asked your husband to teach you, but due to him running "Da Shop", he's never exactly had the time. He would always tell you he would try to later, but you were convinced later would never come since he was always so busy.
But one morning when the sun was just barely rising, you felt a few kisses being placed against your forehead before you decided to open your eyes. With the help of the dim light shining through your curtains, you were able to make out the sight of Zuka crouched down on the floor beside where you were sleeping.
He'd give you a moment to wake up before raising his hand to gently cup your cheek, and his voice would break the quietness of morning that surrounded you both.
"You wanna go learn how to fight, or are you too tired?"
About an hour later, you'd both be at his warehouse with him standing beside you, wearing a black tank top and shorts while he was talking about your form.
He'd tell you how to stand and angle yourself, and whenever he noticed you struggling, he'd walk up behind you and gently fix the position you were in.
His hands would rest on your waist as he'd tell you how to punch, pressing his knee against the back of your leg whenever you tried to shift your stance.
Eventually, if he believed you were ready, he'd let you practice actually fighting with him.
"Why can't I just use one of those dummies?" You questioned as you gestured to the training dummies that weren't too far from where you and Zuka were, and when you looked at him, he shrugged.
"Because you're better off practicing with me." He said as if it were common sense, and with how long you've been with Zuka, you had gotten used to him believing that mostly everything was common sense. "Now, get into position."
"You're demanding..."
"Says the one who demanded I teach you how to fight for weeks. Well, honey, you got what you wanted." You watched as he got into form—the one he taught you not too long ago—and you noticed a small smirk forming on the corner of his lips.
The one he always got when he was about to make things difficult.
"Now, show me what you got."
You were on point about his expression, for he didn't even go easy on you.
Every punch you attempted was blocked by him, and he would push you back enough to where you'd stumble but catch yourself. You understood that he had experience, but for someone who hadn't fought for a long time, those years meant nothing. Fighting wise, he was still the same Zuka everyone talked about.
You didn't know how many times you had tried to actually land a hit on him, for all you know is that the last time you attempted to strike, you were pushed back, but unlike the prior times you had stumbled, this time you didn't catch yourself.
You fell onto your back, and after a moment of just laying there while looking up at the sky, Zuka's face finally appeared in your vision. He was leaning forward with his hand on one of his knees, and he slightly tilted his head. "You good, sweetheart?"
"Help me up."
"You're demanding." He teasingly mocked you, but he still held out his hand for you to take. You rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand.
You then tugged as hard as you could.
The Inphernal toppled down beside you, letting out a grunt in the process as you snickered. Your hand remained in his while he stayed on the ground for a moment, but before you could be concerned, he squeezed your hand before mumbling. "Maybe you'd be better off with the dummies..."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because I don't think I'm going to be getting up for a while."
guys i think dottie likes zuka. like, a little bit
if you want an excuse to write him more, here it is :3 could we get one where reader was in blackrock with him? maybe as a medic? but it’s written in the current day, when he isn’t in blackrock. i just wonder what you think he’d do if they had that history
my angel ... ZUKA
゛ it had been years since zuka last stepped into blackrock, but despite the time that had passed, the memories of the place were still as clear as ever: fights, blood, and most importantly, you—the only good memory he had from his past. he just didn't expect for you to not stay a memory, for your paths cross one day.
* check — romance, established crushing, a bit of angst, profanity not proofread, and mentions of smoking, limb loss, death, blood, and injury.
* talk — yeah yeah just a little bit i say with the eight drafts that have of him
There wasn't much Zuka could say he missed whenever he thought about his past.
Not that he purposefully chooses to think about it, but having a missing arm wasn't exactly something he could just ignore, and the night terrors he often had didn't exactly help his wish to forget about his history.
So, if he was going to remember what his past, why not try to find the good in it? That's what a book he once read said to do, anyway.
The thing was, though, there was hardly any good. Sure, there was the occasional foggy thoughts about how Blackrock felt like a family and the moments he had with some of the people he had befriended there, but those felt so small compared to the bad.
Most of his memories revolved around the tragedy and death that had surrounded him during his time in Blackrock, and nothing about either of those things could be made out to seem good.
In the end, it was the sight of bodies—some being ones he called friends and some being the ones he called foes—hitting the ground that resided in his memory as if it were home, for that remembrance cozied itself into his mind with the intent to never leave. It was evident that those bad memories were there to stay.
But there was one good thing that beamed in his thoughts—one good memory that he could vividly remember.
That memory was you.
Just you.
During his time in Blackrock, he got hurt a lot, which only made sense due to how deadly some of the battles he fought were. His constant injuries meant that he was often taken care of by the Blackrock medics, but the only medic he really cared about was you.
The first time he met you had been embarrassing, for every time he looks back at it, he can't help but sigh at how he had acted previously.
Zuka had gotten a slash on his forearm, and if it weren't for the fabric the medics had tied onto his arm, blood probably would've been everywhere. The thing was that after the medics had put that fabric on him, he tried to leave. He argued with the medics by claiming that he would be fine, and that he needed to go back out and help his fellow soliders.
And then you walked in. You walked in with narrowed eyes and a frown while matching his volume, and you said that while he may be destructive out in the battlefield, you wouldn't allow him to be destructive in the medical area.
He had never sat down so quick, and that alone should've made him realize what big of a part you were going to play in his life.
After that, you were often the one who took care of his wounds. The other medics around you claimed he was destructive and loud, but when it was just you taking care of him, he was quiet while he watched you tend to the injuries he had gotten that day.
You both hardly exchanged words. You would ask him questions regarding his pain and concerns, and he would answer honestly. It was until one day that he asked how long you had been doing medical work that your eyes finally locked with his.
Zuka could still recall the sparks that shot through his mind—the sparks that were more powerful than any explosives he had ever used.
Slowly, you both started talking more, and simple questions and answers turned into inside jokes and laughter. Your name eventually was hardly said by him, for it was replaced by the nickname "angel" due to the amount of times you've helped him.
You were the only medic that took care of him, but not because nobody else wanted to, but because they knew you wanted to.
There were many good moments he had with you, but one stood out from the rest of them.
Another battle had just been won, and while the others were celebrating inside a building, Zuka found you outside sitting near a cliff.
The grass had been cold when he plopped himself down next to you, but the drink in his hand had been warm as he held it out to you.
You turned your head to give him a smile before taking the drink from his grasp, and you thanked him while you looked up at the night sky.
It was corny, but at that moment, all he thought about was the way the stars were reflected in your gaze. He had noted the way the night breeze nipped at his skin with its chill, and without hesitation, he gave you his jacket.
You both had sat in silence—the tips of his fingers grazing yours since your hands were close to each other.
Despite the lack of conversation between you both, if you had just looked up that day, you would've seen everything he wished to say in his eyes.
But you hadn't.
You stayed looking down at the cup in your grasp with a small smile on your lips—the same lips he had imagined kissing for months. The same lips he wanted to kiss in that moment.
He had considered it. His thoughts had raced while his heart pounded, and the only thing that had been steady about him in that moment was his gaze that rested on your lips.
Hell, he even leaned in towards you.
But what did he do as soon as you turned your head?
He looked away.
He looked away before excusing himself, stating that he needed to talk to someone as he walked away. He didn't even look back when you called out to him, saying something about him taking his jacket back.
He regrets that night. One, because of how he cowardly backed down from something he had wanted to do for so long, and two, because he didn't realize that would be the last time he saw you.
A low sigh escaped from Zuka, along with the smoke he had been holding in. The cigarette in his hand was no longer the length it was before, for most of it was now a pile of ash on top of the counter he was leaning on.
How long had he been zoned out for? The only answer he had was long enough to the point where he only had about two puffs left of his cigarette.
The Inphernal grumbled before lifting the cigarette back up to his lips, and he took a deep breath. Smoke filled his lungs once more, and he stubbed out the cigarette in a nearby ash tray while he exhaled.
Taking a step back, the back of Zuka's legs pressed against the chair behind him, and he sat down with a quiet grunt.
He leaned his head back before lifting his hand to tug down his hat so it covered his eyes, hoping that maybe a short nap would distract his mind for a bit. Business was slow today, and since it was almost time for him to close, he wasn't really worried about thieves.
Plus, the bell attached to the door was fairly loud, so he'd likely wake up if anyone came in.
But when the bell rang as soon as he got comfortable in his chair, he was silently hoping that maybe it was just his imagination.
"Hello? Is this shop closed?"
Sadly, not his imagination.
With a low exhale, Zuka leaned forward in his chair as he fixed his hat so it was placed back on his head, and he stood up before walking towards the counter.
While the counter had a chain-link fence running from its surface to the ceiling—apart from the porthole in it so he can hand customers stuff—Zuka was still able to see through it.
And as soon as he looked up to greet whoever had walked through the door, he found that every word he had planned to say had died in his throat.
Leaving him to stare at you in silence.
You seemed to have the same shocked reaction, for your lips were slightly parted while your eyes flickered all over him. He watched as you stared at his broken horn for a moment, and your attention shifted to where his arm once was before your eyes finally met his once more.
But while you had been examining him, his gaze didn't leave your face at all. He didn't need to inspect you to know that it was you.
"Zuka?"
You hadn't changed one bit—well, you had, but the way you said his name was still the same. There was still that slight excitement that always managed to sneak its way into your tone, and if this had taken place years ago, he probably would've smiled.
But he didn't. His lips remained pursed until he shakily let out the breath he had been holding,
"...Angel?"
"You're still calling me that after all these years?"
There was a hint of teasing in your voice while you smiled at him, but upon noticing how he didn't reciprocate it—let alone answer—the corners of your lips faltered into a sad smile.
"How have you been, Zuka?"
While all of his thoughts had been scattered ever since he recognized you, almost all of them silenced at that moment except for one.
And that one thought had only one word.
You.
He turned on his heel before walking towards the exit so he could leave from behind the counter, and when he turned the corner, he paused for a moment.
And in that moment, he took it all in. He took in the sight of you standing in his shop, and he silently wondered if he was dreaming. Maybe he had fallen asleep earlier and instead of distracting his mind like he wanted, his brain decided to torment him.
But it seemed too real. Every breath he took was one that he was incredibly aware of, and the way his heart was pounding against his ribs was all too real.
"...Fine." Zuka eventually managed to say, though his voice was gruff. He cleared his throat before continuing to speak. "How have you been?"
"I've been okay."
At your response, he hummed to acknowledge your words, and the shop fell into silence. The only thing he could hear was the faint chatter of those walking past the shop, but as soon as they were gone, Zuka was left once again with a quietness he would be grateful for if it weren't for the fact that you were present.
He didn't know what to say. Even though he had spent years wondering what he would say to you if he were to ever see you again, it appears that all the things he wanted to say refused to meet his tongue. He was left to merely stare at you while your eyes shifted around his shop, and your chest rose as you took in a deep breath before speaking.
"Can I...hug you?"
Without hesitation, Zuka gave you a slight nod—one so subtle that you would've missed it if you hadn't been looking at him.
Even though he had agreed to your hug, it didn't stop him from feeling shocked whenever you went up to him and wrapped your arms around him. He was tense for a moment before he wrapped his arm around your waist, and he pulled you closer so that you were right against him.
When you looked at him, he didn't speak at first. He just let his eyes remain on yours, and while it was probably only a few seconds that passed, it felt like hours until he finally said something.
"Where'd you go, angel?"
It should've been obvious that he was going to ask that question, but you still took in a sharp breath.
"...It's a long story." You responded, "But in short, I'm not with Blackrock anymore. I work at a nearby hospital, actually."
Zuka wanted to question why you weren't with Blackrock anymore, but with how things were becoming, he didn't necessarily blame you. The question left his mind as he nodded at your explanation, but before he could say anything else, you beat him to it.
"If it's okay that I ask, what...happened?"
He didn't need you to gesture to know what you were talking about, for just like how his question was obvious, yours was, too. It would've been surprising if you didn't ask about his arm and horn.
"It's a long story." He repeated your prior words, and there was a slight tease to them that made you smile.
"I have time."
Suddenly, the lack of distance between you became more prominent, and the grip Zuka had on you tightened.
It wasn't until he heard the bell ring before he pulled back, and when he looked over you, he noticed Rocket standing in the doorway of the shop with a raised eyebrow.
"Am I in the middle of something or...?"
Zuka shook his head while you turned around, and when you stepped back to stand beside him, you narrowed your eyes upon recognizing the Inphernal who had just entered the shop.
"Wait, you're the one I treated earlier, aren't you? The one who got injured during a Phight?"
Tension filled the room as soon as you finished speaking, and you watched as Rocket pursed his lips
"...Phight?"
"SO HOW DO YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER?!"
You snickered at how quick Rocket was trying to change the topic, and his attempt seemed to work, for Zuka let out a little huff before saying your name.
"Do you remember that medic I told you about? That's who this is."
While your eyes widened in surprise that Zuka had told someone about you, Rocket's eyebrows shot up as his eyes flickered from Zuka to you.
"That's the medic you—?"
"And you've already met him, apparently, but this is my son—Rocket." Zuka explained while he turned his attention toward you, cutting off Rocket from whatever he was going to say.
"Son?" You repeated, and you shifted your gaze to Rocket to examine him. He did look an awful lot like Zuka, but that may have just been because of the rocket launcher and the sunglasses on his face.
You looked back at Zuka, and then back at Rocket. Zuka had clearly taken in Rocket, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder if there had been anyone who helped Zuka when it came to taking care of Rocket.
As if he had read your mind, Zuka shortly hummed. "Yep—son. It's just been me and him."
Weirdly, a part of you was relieved to hear that, for your shoulders relaxed and you smiled at Zuka. "So you're a dad."
"Yep."
"You really are old."
You watched as a slight smile tugged at Zuka's lips, and your grin widened once he narrowed his eyes at you. "And you aren't?"
Before you could respond to his remark, you glanced over at Rocket, who was staring at you both with a smirk. You fell quiet before clearing your throat, and you looked back at Zuka.
"I should probably get going. It's late."
The partial smile you had gotten from Zuka faltered, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Angel—"
"I'll be back tomorrow."
As you walked towards the door, Zuka followed, and Rocket moved out of the way as Zuka pressed his hand against the door so it stayed open while you walked out.
He wanted to call out to you—to tell you to stay for just a minute longer—but then you gave him one last smile before waving, and that plead refused to leave his lips.
All he did was give you a nod while he watched you walk away, and as soon as you were out of sight, he stepped back into the shop before letting the glass door close in front of him.
"Angel, huh?"
Zuka didn't say anything, for he just stared at his reflection in the door until Rocket spoke up again.
"You know, I wouldn't mind another parent..."
"If you think you can change the subject from the fact that you were out phighting again, you're wrong, kid."
"....Dammit."
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tags ⋆˚࿔ ゛ romance, established relationship, mentions of: kissing, and the following are included: ban hammer, boombox, coil, hyperlaser, katana, medkit, rocket, shuriken, skateboard, slingshot, subspace, vine staff, and zuka.
۪ ׂ ˖ BAN HAMMER
— His kisses are urgent and hard.
— Ban Hammer doesn't have much of a concept of gentle, for he spent most of his free time doing phights. Whenever he's wasn't doing that, he was tracking down criminals.
— But even now with him often spending his free time with you, he still hasn't gotten used to being gentle when it comes to kisses. He's fine whenever it comes to holding hands or cuddling, but for some reason, he hasn't quite grasped how to softly kiss you.
— So any kiss he gives you is quick and fierce.
— When his lips meet yours, he wastes no time. He's already nipping at your bottom lip while his hand presses against your lower back. When he gets comfortable, he'll place his other hand on the back of your head.
— Whenever he finally breaks the kiss, you're breathless and questioning what you had been doing before he decided to kiss you.
— The funny thing about it is that he's just looking down at you with that cocky grin asking if you were alright, and he'd ask if he could kiss you again.
۪ ׂ ˖ BOOMBOX
— His kisses are sweet and—funnily enough—rhythmic, in a way.
— When Boombox kisses you, it's like he's trying to make music.
— As soon as his lips meet yours, he's setting a tempo. Sometimes he'll kiss you slow and sometimes he'll kiss you quick—it depends on his mood.
— Then there's the notes. When his lips just rest on yours, those are whole notes. When he's giving you pecks in between kisses, those are quarter notes. Whenever you pull away for a quick breather, that's a rest.
— And yes, he has made multiple songs using the "music" of your kisses. Same tempo, notes, and everything.
— Of course, the only person aware of that is him and maybe you if he ever decides to tell you. If anyone were to listen to those songs, they would be completely oblivious that it was based on a kiss you and him shared a bit ago.
— And other Inphernals would hear those songs, for when he occasionally gets a gig, he'll dedicate the last song to you and proceed to play one of the songs he made based on your kiss.
۪ ׂ ˖ COIL
— His kisses are passionate but teasing at the same time.
— Usually, he gives you quick pecks on your neck or cheek, and whenever you try to kiss his lips, he'll purposefully turn his head so you can't.
— But before you can complain, he'll press his lips against yours.
— He'll give you a kiss that makes your knees weak before pulling away, but he would stay close enough to where his lips graze yours whenever he speaks.
— And with that in mind, he would start saying the stupidest things just to waste time while you wait for another kiss.
— He's a tease—he'll talk about what he plans to do that day or what he did do depending on the time, and he'll make you sit there through it all. If you want a kiss, you'll either have to wait until he's done talking or grab his shirt and tug so his lips press against yours.
— If you do the waiting method, he'd probably just snicker and say something about how you wanted a kiss so bad that you were willing to hear him go on about nothing, and then he'd kiss you.
— If you do the tugging method, you're getting what you wanted. He'd kiss you like there was no tomorrow while smirking against your lips.
۪ ׂ ˖ HYPERLASER
— His kisses are shy and sweet.
— Of course, if you're just kissing his helmet, he's fine. He'll let out a hum before pressing his helmet against his forehead, but whenever you're kissing him without his helmet?
— He doesn't know what to do.
— Because, for starters, you want to kiss him without his helmet on? The Inphernal has plenty of insecurities, and he just can't comprehend the idea that you'd be fine kissing him.
— But as soon as you do kiss him, he's tense. He doesn't know what to do because he's too busy wondering what expression you're making. Are you disgusted? Are you content? Are you...happy about the kiss?
— Whenever you pulled away, you'd likely ask if he was okay because he would practically be frozen.
— All he would do is say a simple "yes."
— As time goes on and he becomes more comfortable with kisses and understands that you're not disgusted at all, he'll probably start kissing back, but again, his kisses are shy.
— He overthinks every little new thing he does, meaning he likely wouldn't try anything new with kissing unless you initiated it.
— But his kisses are sweet. He's worried about overdoing it, so he's always gentle.
۪ ׂ ˖ KATANA
— His kisses are slow and savory.
— Whenever Katana wasn't training or traveling, he used to just meditate or drink tea, and while he still does those things, they've been cut short so he can have time with you.
— And a bit of that time is spent kissing you.
— Katana favors the idea of tranquility, and for a reason he can't pinpoint, your lips against his have been quite the soother for him. All the tension in his muscles seemingly vanish whenever he kisses you, so he'll find any excuse to kiss you if you're alright with it.
— You could just be standing there and Katana would walk up to you, take your hand in his and ask—rather bluntly—if he could kiss you.
— Now, Katana does have a gash on the left side of his face, but he still can somewhat kiss you.
— And with his kisses, he likes savoring them. He doesn't like quick pecks or fierce kisses—he likes slow ones and slow ones only.
— The reason for that is because he feels that if he rushes the kisses he shares with you, he's not truly appreciating you. He's not appreciating the trust and love you've graciously given him.
— So, slow kisses only.
۪ ׂ ˖ MEDKIT
— His kisses are sluggish but deep.
— Due to his constant exhaustion, Medkit doesn't have much energy to give. Of course, he always gives you what energy he has, but depending on the day and how many people he had to heal, he might now have that much energy.
— So when it comes to kissing you, it's a bit sluggish. He's never quick with his kisses.
— But despite that lack of energy, he does manage to make every kiss he gives you one that sets with you for a while.
— He could have just gotten home from a long day, but when he presses his lips against yours, you would think that he had been gone for weeks.
— He tilts his head enough so that his lips slot against yours perfectly, and he leans into you as if simply kissing you rids his mind of his tiredness. (It does.)
— His hand placement? You can't think from that alone.
— He would be holding your chin with one hand to keep your head in place while the other would be wrapped around your waist, and when he pulled back, he would trace your bottom lip with his thumb while his eye watched the whole movement. His gaze would then flicker up to meet yours.
— With Medkit, one kiss was never enough. Every kiss you've both shared always ended up with his lips constantly being back on yours.
۪ ׂ ˖ ROCKET
— His kisses are feverish and wild.
— In simpler terms, he kisses you like it's the last time he ever will.
— Whenever you ask for a kiss, his hands are immediately on your waist as he pulls you against him, and his lips are crashing against yours.
— He's a wild card with his kisses—you don't know what you're going to get. Sometimes he's giving you open-mouthed kisses, and other times he's just resting his lips on yours before moving his attention to your neck.
— Also, he's a big fan of PDA, so he will kiss you like this in public as well.
— The reason why he likes kissing you like this is because he likes the sight of you dazed after he pulls away, and he also hopes that you ask for more kisses afterwards, too.
— Because he wants to kiss you more but he doesn't want to ask.
۪ ׂ ˖ SHURIKEN
— His kisses are warm and a bit awkward.
— He's never kissed anyone before, so now that he has you to kiss, he is a bit awkward about it because he's still not used to it.
— He isn't afraid to try new things, though. He'll experiment until he figures out what both you and him like.
— And he likes to kiss you with a little bit of haste.
— He just doesn't have the patience for slow kisses, but he also doesn't want to quickly kiss you. He likes his kisses to be in between.
— Whenever he kisses you, he wraps his arms around your waist and slightly sways with you.
— Spiderman kiss is a must.
— He loves using his grapple to hang upside down and kiss you, and yes, there have been times where he gets so into the kiss to the point where he lets go of his grapple and falls.
۪ ׂ ˖ SKATEBOARD
— His kisses are goofy and lingering.
— It's obvious that this Inphernal can not stay still for the life of him, so whenever you both kiss, his lips have to constantly be moving. If his lips can't move, then his hands will.
— He's always fidgeting with something while you both kiss. His hands mess with the edge of your shirt, and he might slightly slip his thumb under the fabric just to get a reaction out of you—just to make the kiss more fun.
— He will lick your lips if he's in a stupid mood. No, not the flirty way, but full on lick your lips and laugh whenever you pull away and violently wipe at your lips.
— He'll then dramatically pout and ask why you're wiping off his kisses.
— He will also poke your side while you're both in the middle of a kiss so you jolt.
— And he does that because he wants you to get back at him. He wants you to poke his side or push his helmet in front of his eyes whenever he's wearing it.
— But he does take his kisses seriously whenever the time calls for it, and while he is still restless, he doesn't joke around.
— His lips would be still against yours while his fingers gently tapped your side, and when he pulls back, you would be a bit dazed.
— He would be, too. He would try to act like the kiss didn't affect him but when he tries to walk away, he'd bump into something.
۪ ׂ ˖ SLINGSHOT
— His kisses are planned and perfect.
— And you best believe that's true because he read ten books about kissing.
— Slingshot takes pride in himself, and now that he's with you, he needs to be the best version of himself for you.
— And that includes in kissing. He needs to be good at kissing for you, and a little bit for him because he worries about embarassing himself.
— Since he read that everyone is different about kisses, he'd try to secretly get information from you before kissing you. He would think he's being secretive but considering how blunt this Inphernal is, you would know what he was getting at, but you'd play along for his sake.
— After figuring out how you liked to be kissed, and a little bit of practice on his hand (he will never tell anyone about it), he would finally kiss you.
— And surprise surprise, he kissed you perfectly.
— And to this day, every time he kisses you and you say that it was perfect, he mentally celebrates.
— Occasionally, he wont worry about perfection, and he'll just lazily kiss you while holding your face in his hands.
— You like those kisses better than his perfect ones.
۪ ׂ ˖ SUBSPACE
— His kisses—by dictionary definition—can't be called kisses, for he has no lips.
— The reason for his lack of lips is due to the fact that his flesh is literally rotting away since he got a substance called "The Rot" on him.
— But despite that, you still do your best to kiss this Inphernal.
— Subspace never initiates kisses because he claims that he's too busy for affection. He has things to do, and affection takes up the valuable time he has.
— In reality, the main reason he doesn't initiate kisses would be because he's irritated that he can't actually kiss you. He wears a stupid mask constantly that he can't take off around you because he breathes out toxic gas, and he would rather you not get poisoned.
— So you'd have to settle with kissing his mask.
— Every time you kiss his mask, he'll just stare at you before going back to whatever it was he was working on. He does appreciate the gesture, but it's hard to focus on that appreciation whenever his mind is just going on about how he can't reciprocate your kiss.
— Over time he'll have much less thought about the kiss. He'll somewhat accept that the kisses you share will be your lips on his mask, for it was better than nothing.
— But then you asked for him to take off the mask so you could give him a kiss against his mouth, and he didn't know how to react.
— After talking about how he could just hold his breath for a bit, he finally agreed.
— And when you pressed your lips against his mouth, he had to try his hardest not to let out the breath he was holding.
— As soon as you pulled away, he quickly put his mask back on before letting out a wheeze.
— After that, he would likely try to invent something that would let him kiss you back.
۪ ׂ ˖ VINE STAFF
— Her kisses are delicate and sweet.
— She adores any kind of kiss, whether it be on her nose, forehead, or whatnot, but she loves kissing your lips because it makes her feel close to you.
— She's a fan of slow kisses, for she hates rushing things since she was alone for quite a while. She likes savoring the moments she has with you.
— But she does understand if one of you are leaving and need to give the other a quick peck. It's better than no kiss at all.
— She does like to constantly kiss you. As long as you'll let her, she's going to kiss you as much as her heart desires.
— She does like to kiss you all around your face, too, for she likes how your smile grows with every kiss she presses against your skin.
۪ ׂ ˖ ZUKA
— His kisses are indescribable.
— The reason for that is because Zuka himself is indescribable—words don't quite fit or stick with him, and his kisses aren't any different.
— When Zuka kisses you, he refuses to rush them unless that's what you want. How he kisses is really just a matter of your preference because he learns how you like to be kissed.
— If you prefer slow kisses, he'll give you just that. If you like passionate kisses, then that's what you're going to get.
— It wouldn't take him long to figure out how you liked to be kissed either, for he's observant. He takes note of what kisses leave you breathless and leaning against him.
— But if you're both at "Da Shop," you'll probably just get a quick peck.
— Don't worry, he'll make up for the lack of kisses after the shop closes.
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And another request from dragon anon (if that’s alright of course!) maybe some piratekit x mermaid reader crazy I’m not requesting Banhammer for once but I love Medkit too
Come Down to the Black Sea, Swimming With Me
Internet Findings: Here ya goooo Dragon Anon! Hope this works out for you, I always have fun with a mermaid reader :) [END SEARCH]
"Hold still now- please try and not move too much."
Gloved hands worked tirelessly to unravel tangled nets, shimmering scales reflecting the soft moonlight under the bounds of crosses. Medkit furrowed his brow over a particularly hard knot, you barely heard the curses strung underneath his breath that told of how he'd like some answers on who would even do this to someone like you. Someone as enchanting as you, mystical mayhaps? Your eyes watched every moment he made, even if it was as miniscule as to adjust the hat on Medkit's head in concentration.
You didn't believe your misfortune when this pirate came across you, posture weary with each drawn out breathe he took. You almost didn't think he'd turn your way because of that, honestly you hoped not, pirates never meant good for a creature like you. One who thrives in the deepest of seas and sing out to those who wish to listen to the melody, water enveloping your oceanic form. You didn't even see that net that was casted on you, the dark silhouette of the ship before you were hoisted up and thrown aside on the nearest shore when you didn't give anything to the pirates.
Well, anything of value to them, you swore by it that you didn't have anything on you, you didn't mention the treasures that you took for yourself when it floated under the sea, but that's what was expected of a merfolk such as yourself. They didn't buy it for one second, you just barely avoided the cutlass of an Inphernal with deep crimson horns streaked with black. You would remember the looks given to you when they dug the net deeper into your scales, flesh burning from contact of the sought material.
You told yourself you would find that dreaded ship, even if you swam for hours and coasted the whole on the Inpherno for it. You were at least semi thankful that this one seemed to have some compassion left for him. He told you his name a while ago, you never told him yours in return. You didn't trust him enough to not have some sort of backup plan in case his saving wasn't all pure hearted like his touch lead you to believe.
"Do forgive me if this hurts, you have quite the bind on you."
The pirate's monotone shifted your thoughts, letting you nod in the best response you could give. Despite the poisoned words you thought of, you did try and relax enough to let Medkit's hands unravel more of the net, the night wearing on you enough to let your guard down just a bit more than you would have if it was better circumstances. A grumble about how Medkit wished he has something more to cut this with, releasing another patch of scales from the confines before hesitation unwound in the faintest of glances.
While not seen as clear as it could be, even along the shoreline of the moon-covered beach did you provide a spectacle. You knew it, it was very hard to not notice the way mere mortals saw you as a mirage in the bluest of seas, smile on your face and iridescent tail flicking the water playfully, but Medkit wished for something deeper beyond that. The prize of capturing a merfolk like you was inhumane, painfully so when you covered up a faint wince from the strain of the binds.
Even as the teal crystal which floated above his head shone its light, mixing with the pale of the moon to catch angles in which he didn't think he'd see himself illuminated by (much less something as wonderful as you), it just felt more... Tender, if that was the right word. When the final net was taken off of you, Medkit surveyed any damage he could find, the blue glow of his palm already happening automatically to bring his namesake into existence.
The dark green case was opened up with a satisfying pop, fingers rustling through the casing before he sighed in defeat. "I don't suppose that you could be on land for these bandages to stay dry?" Hilarious, he took off his gloves and focused some of his energy to healing you in the more "personal" way. It's not like he wouldn't have been winded by spawning and despawning his gear multiple times.
Warmth was pressed to the chill of your tail, you almost backed away completely before the digging aftershocks of before fell away completely. Medkit healed you, he healed you without the fear of what your own claws could do to someone like him. A chirp of surprise, you scrunched up to feel along where lacerations should've been in skin, eyes coming up to the pirate in silent appreciation. You thanked him, you said it more softly than you've ever heard words uttered by your voice.
"Anyone would've done it." A terrible way to discredit his own actions, Medkit slipped his gloves back on with a shuddering breath. He lifted himself up, eying you with concern if you'd be able to take the rest of the "walking" up to swim back. He couldn't be serious on carrying you over a few inches correct? You shook your head, saying he's already done enough for you, you'd remember his face for as long as his own vessel would sail the seas.
You didn't seem to budge, so Medkit finally made sure his gear was gone with another gleam of light, small bow to where he'd taken his hat off to appear polite. You gave him a nod in return, palm now pressed to your heart before you even recognized the sensation of it.
Even if the bubbling anger still simmered underneath the surface, you could let that pass for just a moment to give thanks for the kindness given to you. You felt a passing warmth when he left, eyes fluttering closed before you eventually went back to the ocean again.
Hear me out, rocket x reader and reader is chilling at da shop to help with moving boxes full of stuff and stuff and rocket tells them to sit there looking pretty cause they look dainty type shii.. the twist is reader looks stronger than they were given credit for…so they help move the boxes around?
Thank you if you do it!!
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ SHOW OFF ﹕rocket
゛ after being told to move and unload some boxes in the shop, rocket is met with you offering to help him with the boxes.
tags ⋆˚࿔ ゛ slight romance, no established relationship, not proofread, and reader is called pretty.
As much as Rocket liked helping out his dad with "Da Shop," there was one thing he absolutely despised about the work, and that was moving boxes.
The thing about Rocket's dad—Zuka—was that he was bad at remembering to unload boxes. They often just remained cluttered in the empty part of his shop, and he would wait until they became enough of an eyesore before doing anything.
Did Zuka do anything? Nope, dealing with the boxes was Rocket's job. Which, to be fair, Zuka was technically his boss. He couldn't exactly say no.
And his inability to say no lead him to his current problem—him staring dumbfoundedly into the garage filled with boxes while you snickered beside him.
When Zuka had asked Rocket to take care of the boxes that morning, you just so happened to be with him, and Rocket pleaded to his dad to let you stay so he had some company. The Inphernal had just shrugged at his son, claiming he didn't care as long as the job got done before the shop opened.
But the sight Rocket was greeted with was making him doubt whether he could even finish this before midnight.
Sure, it wasn't like the garage was packed to the brim with boxes, but they were cluttered around enough to where Rocket believed he couldn't even walk in the area. Not to mention, some of the boxes had other ones stacked on top of them in a way that if anyone even breathed near them, they would come piling down.
"He did this on purpose."
The sudden statement from Rocket caused your snickering to falter, and you titled your head to look at him. "What?"
"This is 'cause he found out I was phighting last week." Rocket continued, letting out a small groan before slouching forward. "This is my punishment..."
"Or maybe this is just him asking you to do your job?" You retorted as you crossed your arms, and Rocket deeply frowned before shooting you a narrowed look through his blue glasses. "I'm just saying! Didn't you say you've done this before?"
The Inphernal merely nodded before straightening his posture, and he crossed his arms as he turned his attention back to the boxes.
Surely, it wouldn't take that long, right? Rocket could handle it. If he could phight with other Inphernals multiple days out of the week, then moving and unloading some boxes shouldn't be difficult.
But as he eyed the amount of boxes and added the fact that it was rather hot outside to his list of complaints, his shoulders slumped.
"I don't want to do this!" His gripe echoed in the shop, and the only response he got out of you was a laugh.
The shop's air conditioning was useless against the heat that poured in through the opened garage doors, for Rocket couldn't close them in case Zuka came by or he needed to go upstairs to grab something. While those reasons didn't seem very valid, they were whenever Rocket recalled how difficult the doors were to open and close.
He would rather not get stuck in the shop again.
"It's not that bad. I bet if we started now, the job would be done before the shop opened."
"We?"
When you looked at Rocket, you noticed how he was looking at you in confusion. You mimicked his expression, "I'm going to help you with the boxes?"
"Nope!" Rocket was quick to deny your help, but before you could question why, you found yourself distracted as you watched him lean down in front of a box.
"Why—damn, this is heavy—" Rocket's words became strained as he picked up the box, and he waddled over to an area directly underneath the air conditioner before plopping down the box. You could hear the stuff inside shift around, but you didn't put much thought into it as you listened to what Rocket was saying.
"Why don't you just sit here," he pats the top of the box, "and look pretty? I got this."
You narrowed your eyes at him as Rocket started to walk back towards the boxes, but when he glanced at you and noticed your expression, he paused. "What?"
"Did you not just hear a single word that came out of your mouth?"
"I think I did? I don't know, maybe some of those explosions are getting to my hearing—"
His words were cut off as you walked past him and darted straight towards the boxes, and you could hear Rocket's footsteps hastily following you from behind as he hastily spoke. "I was just joking around! But seriously, those boxes are heavy! Even I have trouble..."
You didn't notice Rocket's voice had trailed off as you leaned down to grab a box that had another stacked on top of it, and you hoisted up the two boxes into your arms before turning on your heel to face Rocket.
"Where do these go?" You questioned as you peered over the corner of the boxes to meet Rocket's gaze, but you were also met with his gaping mouth as he stared at you.
You weren't given an answer at first. You were left to hold the boxes while Rocket examined you—seemingly trying to figure out if he truly just witnessed you pick up not one, but two boxes.
Boxes that were exactly like the same box he could barely pick up earlier.
Slowly, Rocket raised a hand and pointed towards the medical supplies, and you walked over there before setting down the boxes.
As you went over to grab more boxes, you noticed Rocket beside you as he picked up one as well, but nothing was said as you both moved boxes.
You'd occasionally catch him glancing at you—his eyes landing on your arms or your face before he'd look back at the box.
Surprisingly, you both had managed to move and unload the boxes before the shop opened. There was even a bit of time left since there hadn't only been one person on the job.
So, as you broke down what you thought was the last box before setting it aside with the rest, you finally spoke to Rocket. "Are there any other boxes that need to be moved?"
And when you looked over your shoulder, you noticed Rocket standing in a box while staring at you.
"Me next?"
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Love Your Firebrand design! He's so pretty I swear ❤️ Don't know if you're still into Phighting. But can we have more of firebrand pls and maybe with reader :3
Love ya art tho! And stay hydrated!
Firebrand x Y/N
Hyello PHIGHTANG comminitay🥶😋🔥 i WILL draw u ur fire boy 😼✨ though…. I MIGHTVE GONE A BIT TOO CHEESY WITH THIS ONE😭😫…
oh ma lord, slow dancing with the fire deity himself 😜👀👀👀👀
Was playing some cheesy jazz love songs when drawing tis 💔💔🥲
Lowkey way too damn hot I can’t sleep for shit , I’m bringing in inphernals to help human reader with the heat . ( idk if they like, feel the heat that much , like we do , unless it’s like , the scorch or something like that ?? But still . )
( Characters may be a bit ooc , and I do deeply apologize for that . Everyone are referred as “ they / them “ , their gender is up for you , the reader , to interpret yourself . “ you “ will most likely be used for reader , the same as non-binary pronouns . )
Under the cut !!
It’s hot in Crossroads nowadays, the heat doesn’t seem to bother the inphernals too much, but oh boy… For our dear [Name], it feels like pure hell…
You’re currently sat infront of a fan on full blast, thanks to the thieves den siblings, Katana even came to visit to help. Medkit is there as well, in case you need any possible medical help.
They’re all discussing about how to help you with the heat, but no one knows exactly what to do. They’re all completely lost.
Vinestaff musters up the courage to ask you,
“[Name]… What could we do to help you with this heat?..”
You don’t respond at first, not fully paying attention, as it feels like you’re jello, left in the baking sun to melt.
Before you snap back to reality, and glance at Vinestaff. You respond back, of course, not wanting to be rude to the inphernal that provided you with a much needed and necessary fan.
“Well… I really just need to regulate my temperature… So… I guess cold air will do? Doesn’t matter if it’s a fan or an AC… So long as it’s cold air I’m fine with whatever.”
Vinestaff nods almost eagerly, and immediately goes to tell the rest. Medkit seems to hesitate on something, before they pull their phone out, and start to type something on it. Probably texting someone, who knows who it is. But they seemed reluctant to message the inphernal they sent a message to.
You were provided with more fans, sighing in relief.
A couple of hours later, you start to feel like something is going to happen, and you don’t exactly know whether to be ready or-
You don’t get a chance to fully finish your thoughts, as the front door is practically slammed open, causing Vinestaff, Slingshot and Shuriken to curse out whoever just slammed the door open just like that with no regards whatsoever. Well, they shut up pretty quickly though.
You turn and glance towards the door, and practically pale at who it is at the door.
Subspace. Yay. And what’s that they brought with them? Some… Biograft? But it looks like it’s oddly shaped like you.
Subspace glares briefly at Medkit, before they walk inside, the Biograft? Robot? Whatever it was, following behind its creator.
Subspace pauses nearby you, before glancing over at Medkit with slight annoyance.
“Is it really that necessary to message me about… This? About them? Struggling in what, practically non-existent heat?”
Subspace asks, to which Medkit glares at them.
“You know that we are a different species than them. They don’t adapt to a new environment quickly as we may do. They don’t have the same abilities and capabilities as we inphernals.”
Medkit says with a huff, to which Subspace rolls their singular eye at in annoyance at being ‘lectured’ about you and your species.
Subspace waves a hand to the Bio-robot-? Let’s just call it a robot for now…
The robot perks up, and approaches you, picking you up, before it opens itself up, putting you inside it. Fans immediately start to provide you with cold air, and you’re pretty sure you almost doze off at the cold air.
“There. Now can I go? I have more important things to do.”
Subspace huffs, even though they’re proud of themselves for being able to help you in some way.
Medkit nods, not even bothering to thank them.
Subspace stays for a moment more, before they turn and walk towards the door.
“There’s a manual in that thing’s arm, take a look at it or don’t. Not my fault if the thing ends up going haywire.”
Subspace huffs, as they slam the door closed behind them.
Medkit sighs in relief that Subspace is gone, before they approach the robot that you’re in, opening a pannel on the arm, and retrieving the manual.
Slingshot perks up, and glances over.
“Oh, maybe we should pin it up somewhere, so no one loses it- or it can stay in the arm of that thing of course-“
They sputter slightly. Medkit nods, before they glance down at the robot, it turns its head towards them, and Medkit shivers slightly at how unnerving in a sense it looks, considering it isn’t a Biograft that everyone inphernal are used to seeing.
“…This is pretty neat, I like it. Ten out of ten product.”
You jest with a snicker, before glancing down at the hands of the robot, checking if the mobility is in your favor, which it is, and you’re practically ecstatic at.
Every inphernal sighs in relief now that you’ve actually gotten something to help you with the heat.
Human!Reader scents with the Phighting Inphernals Headcanons
For @m4m4mo (bounces eyebrows at you)
Context: Humans have a VERY alluring scent to Inphernals--typically drawing some rather...interesting thoughts from them as they remain in close contact with you.
== Inphernals ==
Sword: When you hug Sword close to yourself before you say goodbye to him for the rest of the day--the, primarily, innocent Inphernal happily embraces you back and likes to bury himself into the side of your neck as you hug him. Subtly, as he hugs you, he finds himself besieged by a rather...enticing scent that radiates from the dip in your neck. You smell almost sweet like honey, but kinda savory too! Like a nice honey ham or a well-glazed rack of ribs. Sword doesn't even realize how much he's nuzzling into the crook of your neck before you let out a series of laughs and comment about how it tickles your skin before you gently start to push the affectionate Inphernal away. Sword is a bit disappointed when you pull away from him and begin to head off to continue on what you were originally going to do for the rest of the day, but he's always certain you'll meet again sometime later on! Then, the Inphernal suddenly finds something dripping down onto the scarf that surrounded his upper torso, causing him to look down in sudden confusion. Huh...since when did he start drooling?? He carefully wipes at his mouth with the back of his sleeve and doesn't really think nothing of it...but maybe it was because you smell so nice--kinda like food! Maybe he needs to go grab something to eat? That would probably stop his drooling issue....thankfully you didn't see that!
Rocket: Rocket was typically more reserved then Sword, but he wasn't always a stick in the mud when it comes to friendly gestures. So, when you offered him a goodbye hug before you left Zuka's shop, he could only roll his eyes before giving you a half-hearted hug. Yet, his sense of smell was enveloped by something rather...tantalizing. Something sweet lingers in his nose and he can't help but follow it into the crook of your neck. His face nuzzles into your supple flesh and the scent only seems to wrap around his head as he does so. Something sweet...if a little salty. It lingers on his tongue and calls him closer to the source, which happened to be your neck that pulsed with your rich blood. Your heartbeat merely being a sirens song as Rocket nuzzled close to your warm and tender flesh. Yet, his hypnotism was short-lived, as you pull away from his embrace and waved goodbye to him and Zuka--leaving the shop shortly afterwards. Yet Rocket stands there in a completely flabbergasted state, as Zuka could only ask what was wrong when Rocket stood frozen in place for a few moments after you left. Rocket doesn't say anything before heading to his room to decompress. That was such a strange...urge...that he had. Why did he do such a thing...?
Medkit: You had gotten injured during one of your many adventures with Sword while out and about in Crossroads, but when Sword had brought you into his apartment for some treatment...a rather odd scent had filled his apartment. It quickly pulled him away from whatever he was looking at when Sword brought you in to get fixed up...and even Medkit could feel that something was off with Sword. Yet, as Sword stepped outside to "relax" and Medkit began to treat your minor injuries--only then did Medkit take notice of the mounting scent in his room. Something rich...something aromatic...and with a bitter undertone. Just like how he likes his coffee. It didn't take an expert to figure out that the scent that had caught his undivided attention had belonged to YOU. The scent leaking out of your body through the rips in your skin that leaked with a rather alluring scent...it was no surprise to Medkit at why Sword suddenly had to step away for a little bit. The smell would only get stronger as Medkit treated and wrapped up your wounds to help them heal. To make matters worse, you decided to give Medkit a friendly hug, and it completely enveloped the Inphernal in a strong scent that made his teeth itch to bite down on your vulnerable throat. It was something insidious and primal in nature...but oh-so tempting. Yet, you pull away just in time and apologize to him for getting hurt. Medkit can only brush you off and lecture you about being more careful...all while he tried to prevent his eye from wandering down towards the valley of your neck...and the vulnerable pulsing vein within it.
Scythe: Scythe pretty much could only apologize to you for having to rough you up a bit to get you to act appropriately during your capture, but she never did intend to accidentally pop you in the nose with the butt of her rifle amidst your struggling. The result of the impact was a sudden river of red that flowed from your nose and dripped down your face...and a sudden scent had rushed forward from the sudden wound. Scythe had partially focused on tying you up, and as she did so, the smell of your blood lingered in the air, and the scent had her head going a little fuzzy. To her, it smelled of a nice tartness with a little bit of added zest--like a fine glass of wine. Something rich...something familiar...something to take the edge off of her shoulders for a while. She didn't even realize that she had paused in her actions in finishing up tying your ropes, as her singular eye burned into your own frightened ones. She might have not outwardly expressed it, but you could see it in the depths of the singular eye that stared back at you. A look that shared similarities to a starved rattlesnake that had stumbled upon an injured mouse. Deep within, there was something sinister...something primal in that eye. A sudden shake of her head seems to get her to come back to her senses, but the side-eye she gives you as she ties you up does anything but make you feel safe, especially when you see her seemingly swallow down an excessive amount of saliva that was in her mouth.
Broker: Broker was pretty much happy to "meet" you when Scythe brought you into their little hiding place, but he was quite surprised to see that you had a bloody nose that was packed with pieces of tissue paper. When questioned about it, Scythe just mentioned that she had popped you in the nose on accident and you had begun to bleed. Broker wouldn't say it out loud, but Scythe almost looked...distracted? He could only watch as Scythe stiffly walked off to go take care of letting the boss know that she had "apprehended" the hornless in question from Crossroads, and Broker focused all of his attention on you. Helplessly bound and blindfolded--you can only sit there...oh? But what was that smell? It was such a...lovely scent~! Broker can only lean in, as his single eye examined your face...and his own sniffer had traced the smell to the lingering fresh blood that continued to drip past your tissue plug. Broker merely reaches over and, in a fit of curiosity, plucked the tissue paper out of your nose--allowing the blood to flow freely again. He watched it run down your face and drip down onto the ground with a fixated gaze, and he can't help but relish in the scent that rushed forward. Something so rich, savory, and even a little bit spicy...it infatuated the Inphernal, as he watches the blood drip out of your wound. Yet, strangely enough, the longer he sits there in front of your helpless form--the more his teeth began to itch to bite something. He continues to stare at you and then he clicks his sharp teeth together in a threatening manner. The sound itself was enough to make you shudder in anticipation and fear, especially when you could have sworn that someone in front of you just licked their lips.
Ban Hammer: You weren't really sure why you were getting arrested, but apparently the street fight that broke out in the Crossroads intersection had apparently involved you in some way? You don't really understand, as you had accidentally cut your hand on a piece of sharp metal you were carrying back for Zuka and you had shook your hand in response to the pain, and wound up spraying your blood on some nearby Inphernals by accident, then suddenly the blood-splattered Inphernals just...LOST THEIR MINDS! The next thing you know, you're ducking gear-based ammunition and wild slashes of weapons as the intersection became a Phighting arena within a few short minutes. It got so intense that authorities had to be called and the head-honcho, Ban Hammer himself, had to be called to help quell the fighting that spread in Crossroads. Once a majority of the incident was under control, Ban Hammer was quick to find Inphernals that had witnessed the start of the incident, and a majority of the witnesses mentioned that the local hornless had "thrown" something onto the Inphernals--which started the fight. Ban Hammer was quick to track you down in your hiding place, as he caught a rather...alluring scent floating on the wind. A rich, metallic, and salty scent that reminded him of his favorite meaty snacks, and it wafted through the air of Crossroads like a beacon. It matched the same faint scent that was on the Inphernals that were arrested for starting such a large confrontation, but now he knew where the "trigger" was hiding. You could only let out a squeak of surprise the moment Ban Hammer had lifted up the cardboard box you were hiding under and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. The moment you came face-to-face with his grumpy expression, you could only let out an "uhhh...oops?" while holding your injured hand. He immediately brings you in for questioning, as he tries to mask how much stronger the scent had become and how dizzy it was starting to make him feel.
Subspace: Your capture was probably the most infuriating, and expensive, mission that Subspace EVER had to do. He couldn't believe all of your precious "bodyguards" managed to destroy that many of his Biografts! Still...he had his prize and he was going to exploit it to the most of his abilities. He had never dealt with a hornless before, as they were deemed extinct a long time ago...at least, according to Blackrock's archives. Yet, here you were. Strapped to his experimenting table like a ripe specimen that was primed for immediate dissection. Your mouth was gagged to prevent any type of screaming and your eyes flicked around the room in a very nervous manner as you wiggled about helplessly in your binds, but Subspace cared little for YOUR comfort. There was a scalpel in his grip that hovered dangerously close to your cheek, and with a quick flick of his wrist, a shallow cut was delivered to your skin--causing you to flinch as the red liquid leaked out in a shallow river. "Stop moving or I will make this even MORE painful for you...hmm..?" Subspace pauses as, even through his ventilator, a lingering scent of something delectable had reached whatever remained of his nose. He pauses and tilts his head to focus a little more on the scent that hovered within the filters of his mask, and he found himself getting strangely...woozy. A scent that was both so sickeningly sweet, unbearably savory, and all around alluring had made its way into his mask. Like a flask of ambrosia, Subspace found himself swaying in his stance as the high of the scent enticed him to cut another gash into your cheek...and then another...and another...and another. With each open wound on your body, the scent would intensify and Subspace would feel even stronger effects. Eventually, he had to grip the table to hold himself upright as the scent gave him a rather drunken gait, and he could only inhale through his ventilator desperately to chase the aroma that surrounded him. It was hypnotic, enthralling, and above all, something inherently primal. Subspace even reached out to smear the blood across your skin and spread the scent all over the nearby supple skin to affix more intensity to his high. It was like a drug...and Subspace wanted more.
Hyperlaser: Despite your escape from the Blackrock facility, you didn't get very far before you were being hunted by the local sniper that was regularly hired for Subspace's dirty work. He had wasted no time in tracking your runaway form down in the surrounding snow, and once he found his target, a quick little nick to the leg was all it took to take you down to the ground. He was not usually one for having "merciful" take downs, but he has specific orders from Subspace to bring you back ALIVE and in good health, but he could still see the amount of blood that had splattered from your leg--even though he used a VERY weak shot (at least, by his standards). He took his time in approaching your downed form...but the scent of something rather enticing suddenly wafts in through the slits of his ventilation for his helmet. It was strangely...nostalgic. Something that reminded him of what he used to enjoy before his...accident. A fragrance that was sweet, aromatic, and pungent. It reminded him of days when he would get gifted cakes for his birthday or when he was awarded for being an efficient worker of the KORBLOX Administration. Those days are long behind him, but it still reminds him of better times. Yet, as he approached your fallen form, he could feel the scent getting stronger and stronger, despite him wearing his helmet. Even as you looked up at the masked assassin from your place on the ground--the contractor could only look at you with a mix of pity and...something else. Like a frightened rabbit that was finally hunted down and cornered by a hungry wolf, you could only lay there as Hyperlaser assessed the damage on your leg. Good. No major damage. Just a nick...still...there was a lot of blood leaking out of your wound. Much more than he originally anticipated. However, even worse, the tundra forest that surrounded you both almost seemed to come alive as the scent of your injury was carried away on the frigid winds. Hyperlaser could hear the excited howling of nearby wolves, the distant yips of hungry foxes, the cawing of the meat-eating ravens that were native to Blackrock looming in the trees...suddenly, the forest didn't feel so safe. Hyperlaser didn't even struggle to pick up your frailer form, as even when you struggled a bit, the assassin merely pressed you tighter to himself as he walked you back towards Blackrock. He silently wonders if he needed to cover up your bleeding injury, as his observation of the forest animals reaction to your scent was anything to go by...how would the local Inphernals react to such a strong scent blowing in the cold breeze? He can only suspect that he wasn't at the mercy of the full extent of your scent due to his helmet...and the others have no such barriers. He needed to carry you back inside very carefully.
Slingshot: Slingshot was rather familiar with your visitations to his local cafe dubbed "Thieves Rest", and you were a rather polite patron when you stop in for a meal or a quick drink. Sling can only suspect that you were comfortable eating here above all the other places, as it is one of the few places in Crossroads where you aren't judged for being a "hornless". I mean, Sling employs Vinestafff, who has a mutation just like you do (he thinks...?), and he doesn't mind a patron like you who tips him, and his siblings, very well every single time you visit his cafe. Sometimes, you two even share stories about some adventures or things that you both bared witness to. However, during a fit of laughter, you suddenly let out a yelp and pull your hand away from a piece of bread you were buttering up, and the knife you were holding (which definitely WAS NOT a butter knife) clatters from your hand. Sling was quick to become worried the moment you muttered out about how clumsy you were as red liquid dripped down onto your plate from your clenched hand. Sling was going to ask if you were alright...however, a rather infatuating scent happened to grab his attention. In a brief moment of confusion, he looked toward all of the baked goods he had made to see if any of them matched such a wonderful scent...but he found none had the same pleasant aroma. It was so sweet and warm smelling...like a freshly baked loaf of milk bread. He follows his nose and his eyes locked with your hand that was currently holding a napkin to the cut on your hand, as his eyes watch a few droplets of blood drip down onto the plate in front of you. You quickly made a rush to pay, as you explained you needed to go see Medkit again for your gash, and you quickly left a fat tip for Slingshot before you waved him off. Despite you leaving...the strong scent of bliss just lingered in the air. Slingshot merely blinked slowly before reaching out, pocketing your typical tip, and then staring at the plate you left behind. The same one that was speckled with droplets of your alluring blood. Sling had picked up your dishes, trashed whatever remained on your plate, and silently held the plate in his hands. His eyes keep looking at those vibrant red droplets on the ceramic and he couldn't help but lick his lips in response. However, a quick pass of Shuriken mentioning about something "smelling really good" was enough to snap Slingshot out of his mental freeze. He blinks in surprise before looking down at the plate with a lingering feeling of disgust. Was he...was he really going to lick the blood off the plate?? He could only silently take it to the sink in the kitchen and wash it all off with the facet. Despite the urge to lap it all up like some kind of...animal...Sling was able to resist the temptation...for now.
Shuriken: Shuriken was more passive to you since you tended to frequent the cafe that his sibling, Slingshot, tended to run in Crossroads a lot. As a result, you both tended to become very acquainted with each other and he was even kind enough to show you some of his ninja moves once the cafe closed for the day. You two were pretty much just playing around in the back alley behind Slingshot's shop when he handed you one of his prized kunai to try out for yourself. He showed you a couple of tricks to try out with them, and even demonstrated a few of his own, as you decided to try and mimic the same motions that Shuriken was showing you. You managed to get a few of the more common tricks, but then you wanted to try out a more complicated one. That was your worst mistake of the day. The moment you let out a yelp and a hiss of pain, Shuriken was quick to come over and assess the damage the moment you dropped the kunai from your hand. Immediately, the long gash across your fingers became prevalent to Shuriken ,who opened his mouth to say something, but he found himself suddenly lost for words. A rich and savory scent suddenly fills his senses and he can't help but feel a lingering sense of dizziness as the smell fills his lungs like a drug. While you were too busy focusing on the injury on your hand, Shuriken was standing nearby...partially paralyzed by the sudden change in his behavior. His mind was flooded with uncomfortable thoughts and disturbing urges as he watches the blood drip onto the asphalt that made up the back alley you both were hanging out in. Then...his teeth begin to itch. He licks his lips involuntarily before your cry of "what do I do??" and your worried gaze finally locks with his blank one--snapping him out of his trance. He was quick to suggest you go see Vinestaff, as she has some experience in healing, before he makes a bogus excuse to use his grappling hook to leave the scene. You eventually hurry inside to find Vinestaff as Shuriken watches from a distant rooftop. What came over him...what...what was that feeling?? What were those horrible thoughts?! In short, Shuriken was frightened by those sudden thoughts of maiming you in the back alley that he avoided you for the rest of the day. It was for your safety.
Vinestaff: You and Vinestaff tended to help in the garden together whenever you both had downtime. As odd as it was, you both had grown close through your "mutations", as Vinestaff was spawned with a wooden limb that regrows and you had no horns to your name. In a way, you two got along perfectly fine with each other for being misfits, and even her siblings didn't seem to mind you visiting them pretty often. Yet, you seemed to be just a little closer to Vinestaff because of your kindred situations involving other Inphernals, so you both tended to help each other out sometimes. She would usually help teach you about plants, nature, or just the Inpherno as a whole, and you would return the favor by helping her in her private garden. Yet, sometimes, helping in the garden can have its own problems. Especially when you forget which flowers have pretty long thorns! You grab Vinestaff's attention the moment you let out a yelp and a couple of loud curses while shaking your hand around. Upon being questioned by Vinestaff, you tell her that you accidentally grabbed a prickly rose before showing her the blood that oozed to the surface of your skin. Vinestaff was going to apologize for not warning you, but she finds herself suddenly feeling a little dizzy. Then, a strange scent wafts around her that only added to her confusion. It wasn't something that she had smelled before. Something strangely sweet, succulent, and fragrant...like a freshly blossomed lotus flower. She could only look around in a brisk fit of confusion before you question if she was okay. She can only mutter that she was fine before offering to heal your injury, to which you gladly accept. Yet, you don't miss how she seemed to...focus deeply on the red blots that dotted your skin...you wonder if she's squeamish around blood? Vinestaff doesn't really give you an answer.
Katana: You don't really understand how you started hanging out with Katana as well, but you suspect that it's because you and your group (Slingshot, Shuriken, and Vinestaff) tend to live in or visit the same apartment complex, so you tended to run into each other from time to time. Katana was always kind of standoffish to you and to others, but that never stopped you from saying a passing friendly hello to them every once in a while as you carry on to visit one of your Inphernal friends. Yet, you never thought that you would be sitting together and meditating in the same room with Katana. It was primarily silent in the room and you were trying to focus like Katana was effortlessly doing, but it was so hard to sit still for so many minutes on such an uncomfortable floor. Still, you don't want to be a nuisance to Katana, so you try to be as quiet and still as possible. Yet, unbeknownst to you, Katana was already struggling to focus while in your presence, as something was stopping them from achieving complete focus during their meditation. That bothersome scent that was radiating off of your form. Despite the mask they were wearing, the scent that radiated off of your form seemed to slip around it with ease to assault their nose, and it was making it so hard to focus on just honing in on their meditation. Their hidden eyes burn into your sitting form that stayed planted next to their own still figure, yet they could tell that you were partially trying to be overly stiff in your form. Were you even aware that you were giving off such a pungent, yet enticing, aroma? Even when Katana passed by you in the hallways of the apartment, the scent of you passing by him would always give them pause in their steps. Maybe it was just their more keen sense of smell, but your scent was just...alluring. Even worse, if other Inphernals can pick up on it with ease like Katana can, then that would mean that trouble wouldn't be far behind wherever you walked. Hopefully you would be able to keep yourself out of trouble...but seeing as you're currently struggling to even sit STILL for a few minutes, he can only silently accept that your woes would be many. Thankfully, he has trained himself well in the arts of restraint. No matter how much that scent allures him with its silent siren call, he would not heed it. He just hoped that the other three you hang out with would be able to do the same.
Skateboard: You and Skateboard managed to get acquainted by meeting each other through Slingshot, who was happy to introduce a good patron to one of his friends. You both eventually got to talking before you admitted that you used to skate on your own skateboard back where you were from, but you haven't really done so in a long time. With some encouragement from Skate, and a temporarily borrowed gear, you both were eventually hanging around outside of the shop while Skate was helping trying to teach you how to do an ollie. You tried a couple of times, as you admitted you never really rode your own skateboard that much back at home, but you kept trying to do it because of Skate's encouragement...that is, until his gear went flying out from underneath you and you went falling down to the pavement. The sound of a sickening 'crunch' reaches Skate's ears and he was quick to rush over and make sure you were okay. Upon you sitting up, Skate can only wince in response to your nose starting to bleed and it being at a rather odd angle. Skate reaches over to try and help you up, however, he finds himself suddenly getting hit with a rather disorienting dizzy spell. Not only that, but a strange scent had begun to completely overtake his senses, as the smell of something overly sweet, tangy, and floral completely overwhelms his senses. He suddenly feels weak and falls onto the ground, which causes Slingshot to rush out of the store to check on you both. Upon seeing your bloody state and Skate's completely disoriented response, Sling was quick to ask Vinestaff to make a house call for Medkit and Sling hurries over and try to help you up. However, even Slingshot was starting to feel suddenly woozy from the heavy scent that laced the air, but the unnatural stares of the other inphernals that lingered in the street gave Slingshot the boost he needed to help you up and walk you into the store for some assistance. Once you were taken care of, Sling was quick to head outside to aid Skateboard, who was completely out of it. Skate would eventually come to later, but he vividly remembers the scent that made him feel so high...so high, that it reminded him of his time in the Splintered Skies. He can only slowly come back to his senses as Medkit checks up on your injury and tries to get Skate to respond to stimuli once more. Skate, strangely, doesn't even remember collapsing. He just remembers you bleeding from your nose, being overwhelmed with such a blissful scent, and then...nothing. Once he comes back, he's very confused and disoriented, much to the concern of his dear friends. How odd...it was like he was dreaming.
Boombox: You also meet Boombox through Skateboard and Slingshot, as the two were rarely ever seen without each other by their sides. In essence, you suspect that it made sense! Both of them have similar tastes, similar outfits, and both of them like to be rowdy when they can. Boombox was such a friendly Inphernal and you couldn't help but mirror his energy when he comes to visit the humble cafe that was owned by Slingshot. Eventually, the Inphernal offered to teach you how to breakdance, and with such a friendly face as his, how could you say no? He taught you a couple of basic poses, spins, and freestyles before he allowed you to take the reigns. In comparison to Boombox, you were a total novice and weren't overly as flexible as you could be to breakdance...and your balance was pretty awful as well. Especially the moment where you tried to mirror a handstand that Boombox showed you before your attempt, and you eventually lost your balance and went tumbling down...right onto your face. Boombox could only flinch as you eat the pavement and go directly into a roll before stopping a short ways away. He was quick to hurry over and check on you, finding that you were primarily fine, but you had busted your lip on the ground. A decent amount of blood came oozing forth and drips down your chin, which causes you to let out a quiet string of curses in response to seeing the red fluid coat your shirt. However, Boombox merely goes silent as a faint headache starts to develop within his head and a strange, yet tantalizing, scent drifts over his form. It was a peculiar scent that left a sweet taste lingering on his tongue and an electrical feel that danced across his tastebuds. It was sweet...salty...and aromatic. Boombox was taking in a deep breath of it before he even realized what he was doing. Despite the haze he was feeling cloud his mind, he could see how confused you looked at him. When you asked if he was okay and if the sight of blood made him nauseous, the Inphernal could only struggle to process what you were saying before blinking rapidly and snapping out of his trance. He was quick to apologize before offering to help you up and ask about going to see Vinestaff to help heal your injury. Despite you agreeing and walking ahead of him...Boombox found himself still feeling a slight haze in his mind, as the scent wafted off of your body and straight into his lungs. He could only try to resist as you both head into Slingshot's shop to ask for Vinestaff's help. Hopefully this spontaneous headache will go away soon...at least, he hoped it did.
Coil: The moment Coil heard about your abduction incident with numerous Biografts--he was already on a rescue mission to get you out of Blackrock. Despite his tough exterior, the moment he saw how distressed his friend group was because of your abduction that was caused by "Subfart", the notorious thief was already on the way to break you out of Blackrock. Who knows what that pink menace was doing to you while you were imprisoned there?! So, Coil used every single trick in the book to break into Blackrock once again and this time, instead of looking for technology and crystals, he was looking for his buddies kidnapped friend. It didn't take long for him to climb through the vents of the facility but, as he crawled through the numerous vents, a rather strange scent came flowing in through the vent with the airflow. It made Coil pause temporarily, as he took a couple of deep sniffs to get a lock on for the strange fragrance. It was sweet...sickeningly so. It even had a few floral and bitter accents to it that seemed to just...call out to Coil. Easily enough, the Inphernal was quick to follow the scent back to the source, where he discovered their hornless friend strapped down to a table in a holding cell. Even from within the vent, Coil could see numerous cuts lining their body and their complexion looked pale...maybe even sickly. However, a quick look around the room did give an explanation as to why, as he could see a couple of blood bags filled to the brim sitting on a table not too far from where you lie. It was enough to make Coil grit his teeth in anger, as "Subfart" was practically DRAINING YOU DRY. Without another moment of hesitation, he kicks out the vent grate, allowing it to clatter to the floor, and he hops out with the elegance of a seasoned thief. He hurries over to carefully pull out any instruments that happened to be leeching the life right out of your body before he starts undoing the straps keeping you down. Despite the scent of you being present in the room, he could feel that it was weakening, as your eyes slowly open to finally look at the source of what is causing such a commotion. Coil could only smirk at you and state "Hey there. Skate and Boom sent me to come get ya out of here." Coil briefly states before carefully picking up your limp form from the table. Then, he begins to make his escape from Blackrock as you could only lean into your only savior you had at that moment in time. As for Coil? He's just glad he can make his friends happy again...and enjoy the scent of you wrapping around him as he flees the facility.
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The sweltering Banlands ask for only the toughest to survive.
Lava pools that threaten to burn the very flesh off bone, the smattering of skulls from the tyrannical reign of the very prison that's on this place. Dark corners are never truly safe for the time being, the whispers of magma coming through the rock, and heating the walls that rise high above the average Inphernal's head to a steady temperature.
Each area you could find yourself in is a certified deathtrap for the more fragile of demons, and even the ones captured here aren't ever in the cells for long. Whether they wish to be freed from the notorious jailer, or hatred of being in such a restrictive place is entirely on the table for reasons one doesn't like to be here, but for you? Well, it's certainly an odd place, you'll give it that. Despite it all though you actually don't really mind the whole terrifying thing about it.
It's just the Warden you're nervous about.
You've heard of tales of the crimson immortal, wings three times the size of the average demon with claws that could crush the very rock that made up the molten area. Not to mention the sheer strength that was put behind the force of his very hammer slamming down on the rock. It's whispered that it can even shake the very heavens as to which his family resides on.
There's enough tall tales that spread around the land but not enough confirmed sightings to really say anything substantial. Just a bunch of myths, well that's what you chalked it up to be with each step you took to gain some sort of knowledge on the region. Notebook in hand, everything described to you was based off of the findings of others that ventured in without a care in the world. A scribble of your pen, before you wiped away sweat from the palm of your hand and trudged a bit on.
You may also be wondering if all the stories are true, but purely for reasons that would be gloating purposes.
More walking into the hellish landscape, a few new reports of claw marks dug into solid blackened stone, the depth of it speaking of maybe older scratches? But it looked as if the surrounding area around it was cool, against your better judgement your hand came up to run its fingertips against the lacerations in deep thought. As cool as this place could get, maybe it was older than you originally assumed it to be, pressing on before the heat sunk into the flesh and burned was the only thing you could really do until voices emerged.
Mumbles, then laughter that sounded all too familiar. As if someone was amused, the voices coming closer with each step shakily taken before you hit the very sight of noise. You couldn't help but duck when the hammer was swung, hitting a rock with so much impact it sent pebbles flying every which way. Yours as well, you did register a few knicks from the chipped rock, but the vision of the very Inphernal on so many of stories and fables was so... Swords above, saying you were stunned was practically a disservice.
Unfortunately that lead you to not dash away when Dragonhammer finally turned his way towards you, the blindfold providing at least some sort of cover for you to skitter around and duck behind something until he left. Or at the very least let you run away, that seemed like a pretty nice idea right about now huh? Running away was also the best move to do in terrible situations (or situations you thought could go horribly wrong), but instead you froze, saying the first words that could come up from the stunned stupid look in your eyes:
You said that you couldn't believe he was there.
Whether Dragonhammer knew you were there or not was entirely up in the air, but from the speed to get to your face, you almost fell flat on your back when you avoided the large flap of his wings. "If it ain't some pipsqueak trying to stick its nose where it shouldn't!" He laughed, the sound reverberating to your ears. Gosh, he was so loud, not to mention how you didn't know whether to snap back at that or give your version of a smile that might as well be a cross from nerves and being starstruck. It'll be fine don't worry about it.
"Didn't think I'd see somebody like you down here... How'd you arrive anyhow?" Getting lost was the only thing that came up for your mind, but you tried to give some sort of explanation that didn't sound like you were waving your hands around in the air to grasp at straws. Didn't really matter too much though, he just grinned at you and lifted his blindfold with the one hand that wasn't clutching at his hammer, eyes that reminded you of the deepest of magma swirling in your gaze.
Words blurred together, you didn't even realize that in it all, there was something else that you could trace in his gaze like fire. Amusement perhaps? He didn't seem to be keen on sending you flying with just a brush of his hammer, but maybe you were being modest in intentions for this.
If allowed, you hoped to return here whenever you could. It didn't matter that the conversation still went on by Dragonhammer thinking you're a "fan" of his or whatever, everything was all so... So wow to witness. Him included, but if you said that on a first meet you'd probably inflate his ego more.
