Hello to everyone that is reading this! I hope your day is well and that you are okay.
I'm just a fellow writer that decided to make some imagines and headcanons by now! So hope you get interessed in the animes/games or in my own writing type.
So, how about we start with a little know about me and then go to more about my writing?
[From what I know, the creator of this banner is this person]
I'm new at the whole tumblr thing, never posted a single thing! What is kind of funny, cause I read a lot of headcanons and imagines.
You all can call me by S or just by Sfolk [which was my user name in many things]
About my writing, I became a "Internet writer" at 2017. I started with fanfics about some tropes, animes and a lot of things that... I feel very embarassed about now.
Well, about the things that I can write and what I cannot!
[The creator of this banner is this person!]
I will write for those fandoms: (Maybe I add more later!)
Games
Cloud Meadow
Cookie run
Harvest Moon
Genshin Impact
Hades
League of Legends
Obey Me
Stardew Valley
TF2
The Arcana
The legend of Zelda
Twisted Wonderland
Animes, series and movies
BatFamily
Bridgerton
Bungou Stray Dogs
Danganronpa
Disney Villains [In general]
Encanto
Fairy Tail
Harvest Moon
Hazbin Hotel
Jojo
Jujutsu Kaisen
Marvel
My hero academia
Saiki Kusuo
Shuumatsu no Valkyrie
Spy x Family
Tokyo Revengers
Yu gi Oh
Others [News]
Webtoons -
Remarried Empress
Lookism
Solo Leveling
Windbreaker
Rules about Headcanons and Imagines
The first thing is about what is asked!
I will try to make very close to what you asked me for, maybe with little things to add things up - but nothing that would ruin your headcanon.
I need the pronouns! If you didn't put it, I will use "They/Them".
I will never use "skin colors, color of eyes/hair" or anything like that when I'm not matchmaking or writing about an oc, [Name] can be anyone.
Probably, I will always post "new things" from week to week (without requests) because of needing to get sure about what I want to do ♡
Do not make a request about fandoms that are not listed, please! (I will just correct you, do not worry)
Lastly but important, in a Matchmaking, always say a lot about you (personality and appearance!)
I will do~
Matchmakings~
Headcanons or stories with my ocs (Not the "[Name] is one of my oc", but an actual story/headcanon w/ an oc to add things up!
Some cracks
Some "incorrect quotes"
Drawings~
Angst!
Fluffy!
About creatures, monsters or pirates, royalty - things like that.
+18 [Nsfw with characters that are +18.]
If you don't fell comfortable with +18, please put it in your matchmaking too [Then, I will just keep it all fluffy and sfw! ^^]
I will NOT write about any of the things under me.
R4pe
Inc3st
Romantize of toxic relationship or s41cide
Any phillia [Such as like Z00philia]
Or any non-con kind of content.
(I censored them for being tw)
Just that! ^^ If I forgot anything, I will come back to this post to edit it or will post an "Open headcanons and stories for ___"
ਈՉ࣪﹑Just a quick heads-up! There will be ALL characters separated and all of them together (Ace and Deuce are the only ones who have separated and an 'Adeuce' one.)﹗ִ❀
ᘏ It's mostly comfort but there are some angst from their backgrounds... Also, I'm sorry if it's too short! :´(((﹗ִ❀
ᘏ Alsooo! Tyy so much for the likes and for the comments! I'm so happy that ya'll like it!! ❀
First things, just want to clear up some TWS.
Mentions of toxic relationships with parents [Riddle]
PTSD and Trauma [Riddle and Trey]
Jealousy over others and bad thoughts because of it [Riddle]
The friendship between you and the Heartslabyul wasn’t just Ace and Deuce, it ran deeper. They – Adeuce - started seeing you alone most of the times as Epel had to follow Vil’s strict schedule and had tons of things to be done too.
The first thing that Adeuce thought to do? Invite the Grand-uh Prefect to the unbirthday party. They came all giggling while helping you and Grim out of the Ramshackle, talking about something they wanted to do with you – you were just happy to be around them.
When they brought you to the unbirthday, it was mostly quiet. Trey was the first one to interact with you – impressively. He was quite surprised to see you but made no remarks, only asked if you had any allergy or something of the sorts to make sure there was things you could easily eat.
Trey was such a sweetheart with you too, he was careful and made sure to link his arm with yours.
“It’s like this, not... Whatever you two were doing.” He said with a sweet smile – at least in your vision it was. Deuce seemed a bit nervous while Ace was looking around as if nothing happened.
“Now, if you let me, how about I show you some stuff beforehand?” He made sure to talk to you about the most important rules or, at least, the rules that were easy to break if you are in a unbirthday party.
Right after him, the one who you spoke with was Cater. However, you two didn’t talk that much. He was mostly focused on making sure everything was okay and trying to subvert any bad situation – while taking pics of course. #Grandyforlife.
The one and only who made things more... Strange for you were Riddle. You could see him staring you, every movement you made and every talk you had with others.
“Come now, you can for sure eat a bit more, can’t you?”
“Oh please, do not hold on the sweets!”
“Come on, big mouth!”
You were always helping the others, making them feel at ease to eat more. He was quiet, too quiet even when you indulged a bit too much on Adeuce eating a bit more. You were a sweet person, a literal parent that tries to make the other actually live and not survive...
Something he never had.
He could only look at you babying others. He didn’t let himself fall, not with you... Because he knew that if he let himself have a taste of what it’s like having a nice grandparent, then he would never be able to live again.
It was only in his Overblot that everything spilled out. You could see how much everyone there, not only Riddle, had suffered in silence. Had been betrayed by life or by other adults... You feel responsible to help them.
Riddle Rosehearts.
General.
You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.
Nicknames for you: Grandparent or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma] He doesn’t know how to properly give nicknames.
Riddle isn’t the kind to simply let elders do handwork, he sees it as unproper. Know that you will NEVER lift a finger when he is around – when he and Epel work together, you simply don’t even breath without help.
He is always worrying too much, sometimes you will need to make him know that you are not ‘fragile’.
He has a REALLY bad temper but you know how to calm him down, you two are working together on his temper.
He opens up to up for every single thing on his life. He always tries to not get too defensive when you speak about his family – he KNOW his parents were abusive, however, a part of him still clings to them.
He, and lots of others, fault a lot his mother – when you brought that his father also does have fault, he was quiet for a long while. ‘Enabling bad behavior is as bad as doing it, didn’t you say that?’ You would quote him and the world – suddenly – has another light.
He is your second adopted grandkid there... Well, at least that has a document to prove it.
Also, if you didn’t think he would go that far – he is currently trying to make you stay at heartslabyul. If you want that or not... It’s up to you. He will accept your take no matter what.
Lore.
You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.
At first, you two didn’t talk much. It wasn’t for any bad reason – not at all – Riddle was simply too ‘into his own world’, trying to keep the peace while uhm – escaping from Floyd. It’s not like he hates you on sight, he actually thinks you would be the best fit to take care of... Ace and Deuce’s acts.
However, things changed... And it changes A LOT once he overblots.
It was like seeing for the first time. He just watched as you would indulge into letting the others eat freely, it made him sick. Not because he didn’t agree with that – but because he never had that. He never had anyone sneaking out food for him [well, just once but Trey got caught.]
The thing about Riddle is that he isn’t actually mean. He is just... Hurt. He still is dealing with emotions and the sudden ‘freedom’, he knows that he isn’t the best for others – too strict – but he, now, is trying to be less strict in some way.
That’s when you came along. Riddle would actually enjoy your company, not only do you ease the tension of the past-overblot but you defend him;
Riddle is a bit of an old man in young shoes so it makes sense that you are so... Twinning in this one.
One thing about him, though. Is how he apologized to you, sending some letters and a tart only for you. He didn’t know either or not you wanted to see his face, he was a bit scared – so he never did ‘properly’ apologize [if you consider face-to-face apologies as the only proper way.]
Once, you decided to approach Riddle after a while. He was reading something on the library, he was quicky to greet you.
“Prefect... How greet seeing you...” The shocks of his overblot still hits him, not only did he try to fight... maybe kill students, he almost had hurt or killed you. That’s bad enough, he should NEVER had done that. “I hope that you had found my letters of apologies, right...? Deuce told me that you really liked the tart.”
“Yes, young one. I have. Though, it’s a bit disappointing to see that you won’t talk with his old fellow right here.” You would say as you sat next to him. “You shouldn’t feel responsible for everything.”
“...I- I had done so much wrong. It- It didn’t feel right talking to you like it never had happened.” He would say, avoiding to look directly at you.
“But you wouldn’t. My dear, do you think that I hold any grunges against you? Oh, no. I do understand the point, where you came from... Everything. You were hurt, in more times than just one, it’s not ‘unusual’ for someone like you to... Overblot.” Hearing your reassurers only made him feel even more... sad. “It’s not your fault, Riddle. And it’s not too late for you to change your ways... You mother doesn’t define you.”
It was only after this talk that he actually opens up and is more talkative with you. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that – not from his friends, but from an elder person. It didn’t take too long before he started being closer to you.
Always making sure to safe some sweets for you and being overly kind, even. For a while, you thought it was just him trying to properly apologize in his own way... But again? It didn’t take too long to see what was actually happening.
It was easy to connect the dots: He was treating you as if you were his real grandparent. The overly sweet comments, always trying to make sure you are alright – never too cold, never too hot... He also seemed a bit pouty every time Epel came to steal you from the unbirthday parties.
So, what does one do?... Welp.
It was noon. He was drinking his 4 p.m tea when you suddenly appeared with a very proud and giggling Cater right behind you. He was astonished, looking everywhere on the room and trying to think what was happening... Maybe it was time to say goodbye? Did you already think he was a burden or-
“Riddle.” You called; in the softest tone you could muster. “I’m here for more than just talking, but please – Do not overthink. It’s nothing bad, alright?” As you got closer to him, letting a paper on his desk. “Well, it’s not a legal document as I have no identity on this world... But I thought it would be nice to have one of those.”
Papers of adoption. It was OBVIOUSLY made for funsies, it didn’t even have a proper signature of a legal place – it was just Cater’s... AND CROWLEY??? Well. Even with the legal implications, Riddle couldn’t help but just stare at it.
He felt... Seen. No, not just that... Loved.
He had never been seen as a child, never was saw as someone other than a trophy and – for someone – to CHOOSE him as a child, made something inside him broke. He got his pen, managed to sign in too much proper and just smiled. “I- I’m... Thankful I-” He stumbled over his words, not even being able to keep eye contact.
What you did next? Oh, what every grandparent does with their grandkids. A hug. You hugged him so close, making sure not to ruin his perfect attire – however your effort was lost as he simply nuzzled himself in, as if it was a Koala hugging a tree. This hug was... Something. He was almost squeezing you but you didn’t care, you could see how much he needed that. And you were happy. “My grandson, you shouldn’t worry about anything now.”
Yes, he is your second - ‘legal’ - adopted Grandson. Congratulations!! The rest of the heartslabyul were so happy! You already brought so much light to his world; it was only understandable that you would make him even less strict – at least for one week... or one day, his happiness would make him ignore some stuff, right?
No.
BUT fortunately for the students, you were around more often, so... At least they will get headpats?
Out of everyone on Heartslabyul, Riddle is the one who most sticks out for me in this hc. Not only he - of course - NEEDS an adult to be around for him. I feel like he would need it even more.
Everyone knows the problems that he has: Stress, Anger issues, PARENTS [not only his Mother!! His father IS an enabler, which can be considered equal bad :(], strictness, insecurities and friendship.
I think that him and Cater are the ones who will mostly beneficiante of having YOU.
Trey Clover.
General
You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.
Nicknames for you: Grandparent or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]
Trey likes letting you bake and/or cook something from time to time, he often asks about recipes while trading his own with yours. He often loves to compare – in a playful way – about the pastries. He never gets offended and will stop if you feel offended by it in any way.
Most importantly, Trey doesn’t ‘baby’ you. Different from Riddle, he knows that you will need assistance here and there but it wouldn’t be every day and... Every single act that you do. He is mostly the one who makes sure that Riddle knows that – most of the time – you won’t need help and that when you do, you will tell.
Trey is also one with the difficulty of opening up to orders. He is too mature, however, has a bigger problem that many close their eyes to: He bottles up everything. Every fear, every little thing that puts him in discomfort, he doesn’t speak up.
Trey is your first successfully adopted grandkid. Yes, I am not lying, he is simply such a sweetheart that it didn’t take too long for your grandparent instincts to come.
He says he doesn't mind you staying at Ramshackle. [He is plotting to make Crowley not being able to refuse to transfer you to Heartslabyul.]
Lore.
You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.
Trey was the one who always did help the two troublemakers to bake some goods for you. He knew since the beginning that you were around and he deeply did care, after all, he was teached to not only respect the elders but to help as much as he can. This made him being the second third years that interacted with you. [Other than Cater, of course.]
Comparing him to others, you didn’t think he needed much help – he had all figured it all, didn’t he? Every plan, every moment, anything that was happening around him was thought through. It was only after a fight that you saw the problem lingering in.
He was too... Parentified. He was sweet, yes, but his ‘perfect’ actions now take a different turn in your eyes. His fears turned more ‘noticeable’ to you... So, you stood there.
One thing about him is that he would never ask for emotional help – he knows he has problems like everyone else, but that is it. For him, there’s no reason as to why people would care about those ‘little problems’.
After all, Riddle has it bad. Ace and Deuce need your attention so they don’t do stupid things and, well, Cater is Cater [That man is a question mark] but he knows “they needed it better than him”... Right?
He couldn’t breathe. It was there, lingering on his skin, brain, eyes, on everywhere... He could feel it. The same feeling as that exact day. That gutfeeling, that disgusting turning feeling on his stomach – the feeling of being screamed at, the feeling of being in the wrong... When he just wanted to help.
He just wanted to help.
Somehow, it wasn’t what Riddle wanted. His explosion was ‘justified’ but him screaming at Trey like that? It wasn’t... But he said nothing and just took in to avoid conflict. Always.
Avoiding it even if it hurted him more.
Avoiding it and trying to forget the words.
Avoiding it and trying to just pass through one more day.
And you found him in the kitchen. Not the usual well-kept Trey, no, this was a way more... Quieter, he wasn’t cooking, just seemed... Sad. He wasn’t crying, but it was clear that it didn’t mean anything.
Him, not crying just shows how things are more... Different with him. Should be played with way more care and cautious, I would say.
And that’s what you do. You came in, softly tapping the door.
“Are you busy, Trey?” You asked, not missing how he simply shakes his head. He already knew you were there. “Oh... Dear, what happened? You seem so down...”
It took a while, Trey seemed to be fighting his own internal monsters. He looked to his hands and then just sighed. “I guess the pressure got to me. It’s nothing to care much, I promise, Prefect. I’ll be okay in no time.”
“Well... Life is like that, right? However... As your friend, dearest, I can’t ignore your lone suffering. To me, it’s something to care for.” You said, reassuring him and softly tapping his shoulder. “Look... I know how things can be difficult, especially when you are in the spotlight. You got it all figured it out, don’t you? How to calm yourself, how to deal with your emotions... But is it all healthy when you don’t tell others how exactly do you feel?”
“I already do it, prefect... It’s-” He sighed “It’s just I wanted to avoid it. Sometimes the fight gets worse and I couldn’t do it, not there or with Riddle... Look, I understand your worry. But, truthfully, you don’t need to worry that much about me... I can do it, I just need to breath and stay calm.”
“If you keep everything that makes you like this under the covers, do you think they would change? I know people are different... That’s why, Riddle would listen. He may be... Well, a strict one, but he is your friend.” You smiled “Go talk to him afterwards... Or when you are ready for it, but please do talk. Those things are important to be said... Even if they cause more conflict.”
He knew you had some points. But he hated it – he still had some ptsd from that day and it was difficult keeping it under the facade. He decided to, after a while, really talk to Riddle.
It helped. But he knows it wouldn’t help that time... But that’s ‘life’ isn’t it?
He stayed closer to you after that day, not only because he – of course – knows how to care for you a bit better. He is simply trying to avoid anything bad happening in your way.
You noticed what he was doing more times than he could say. So, you did what every grandparent would do.
“Grandson, can you pass the salt?” He almost spilled his tea all over himself while looking at you with those wide eyes. And then, not even a second later, his eyes softened and he just passed it. “Thank you so much. Oh, dear, I love this little-”
He heard your rants about your country’s foods. He made a small note to try to search for it in his own and make it for you, to ask you your favs and try to make it so it remembers you of your home.
He – just like you – just accepted this new role. As grandparent-grandchild. He didn’t mind it, truly, even though he already has his family, his heart is big enough to fit an entire country.
You two, of course, also noticed a very jealous looking Ace, a supportive Deuce and a very confused yet amused Cater. However, you do hear Ace saying something like ‘It should’ve been me...’
He is your first [not documented] grandson. Not only that, he simply matches you. He sneaks out some goodies for you, keep mental checks of your health and makes sure you are always well. He simply fits on the role that much.
He is simply the perfect grandson, isn’t him?
Every time that it’s almost night and you see him always sending you a message, you think that. Every time that it’s morning and he sends you a message, you think that. Every time that it’s close to the hour that you need to take any medicine and he sends you a message, you think that.
Trey simply does his best, even when not present. He is always there, reminding you to take care of yourself, to let yourself heal and be loved.
Trey is a someone that many doesn't gaze, of course there are some that look up or even like him in a deeper level... However, do they understand what he passes through?
Just like others, most of his inner turmoil is left aside to deal with 'bigger problems' in his mind. Of course, he still is very upfront about his feelings - he is direct.
That's why it's so easy to think about scenarios with him. He is always ready, always prepared, always taking care of everything... That must be exausting.
You are his reminder that he is also valid.
Cater Diamonds.
General.
You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.
Nicknames for you: Grandparent, 'Gray' or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]
Unfortunately, you weren't that close with him. He was a sweet person, wasn't him? Always there but never going too much on you. He always seemed a bit forced, but you thought that it was just part of the 'Influencer gig'.
He was always… There. Looking, lurking, you almost thought that you did something wrong, his eyes lingered too much on others and then on you. You failed to realize that he was actually longing for something, longing to be loved by you like the others did too.
Because of the long – and hurtful – distance, he always took the first steps between you two. However, as time went on, it became easier for you to understand him, to see the real him – even if, sometimes, he didn’t want anyone to notice the real him.
Lore.
You will know more about your relationship with the said character in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change him.
Cater has troubles... Some big ones coming in. First of all, he can’t see a way to really bound with you over socials so he just tries to minimize his use of slangs to avoid explaining around you.
He was surprised that you weren’t offput by his use of slangs or his love for social medias. He thought you would be a bit more like Trein than Lilia in that aspect, but you weren’t that upset or seemed to judge him that much.
Going straight to the point. He saw how you dealt with everyone. How you always were there, taking care, making sure everyone is alright – even the first years, gods, even the staff. He couldn’t help but feel a bit left out... But, that’s alright! Cay-Cay is good and feelin’ alright!
He wishes he was.
Putting a mask is something many can do, easily or not. He saw Vil doing, Crowley – in every parent meeting – does it and, gods, every influencer does it... Why is it different when it’s him?! Why do you suddenly want to know about him?!
Why now?
Why now?!
He wishes he hadn’t let the mask slip. It was just a fast comment, just a passing by thought but you caught it.
“Are they really my friends?”
He didn’t even though he said it out loud, you seemed to know what he thought or said though... So, did he? Why did JUST you notice it? Is he that forgettable to others too?
He couldn’t let you inside the walls he created, couldn’t let you BE the one to hold his hand and say that everything is okay. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be a burden to someone, he couldn’t make someone’s life as miserable as his own...
But you were there. After following him, were just rubbing his back as you watched him crying. He was trying to understand what you were saying, but his head was turning. He knew you were trying to help him, that you were there for him... But your words didn’t reach his ears. He liked the sound of your voice, though, he just let your voice guide his thoughts and let himself drive off.
It was only when he woke up and you were bringing him some food that he managed to let out a breath. “I’m sorry- I'm so so sorry, I- Did I make you sleep here? I’m-”
“Cater... Please. You don’t need to apologize, never... You did nothing wrong, trust me... Oh, dear, to have you thinking that you need to apologize over something like this...” You regretted not noticing the obvious signs now. “I am the one who should apologize, I didn’t notice it... I’m sorry.”
There was a silence while he ate.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You offered, looking at him. “Because, I’m not going until we talk...”
You stayed with him until he needed to go to classes. It was such a heartfelt conversation... He couldn’t help but take your words. He always saw himself as ‘a fleeting’, never as someone that would make a good remark on people.
He, in every sense, hated the idea of being there. Exposed and vulnerable, he hated the fact that you knew him more now... But he loved it too. He needed it, someone that not only understood him but supported him more than just ‘Oh, you like that social media thingy, right?’
He wanted to be loved, more than just a passing romance, more than just a friendship that would last only a year... He needed something durable, something that wouldn’t be left behind.
Your teaching, your words, not ANY of those would be.
So, he did what was right.
He just let the papers on your desk while you were reading something. You immediately stopped reading, let the bookmark on the page and took the papers. “Now, now... What is...” You weren’t believing what you just saw... Did he really print an adoption paper? “Oh...”
“...I do hope I’m not too forward with that idea- I mean, I don’t even know if I’m fit to be adopted like that- I'm sorry-”
You cutted him short with a big hug and so many pampering pets and words. “Oh, dear! I’ve been thinking about this for months! It makes my heart so warm that you reached out first... Oh, I’ll sign this right again, grandson! I’ll make sure that everyone knows... Let’s take a picture for that magicam!”
He is your first legal grandson! He started printing more adoption papers to give to others, some refused and others were eager to sign. It was so fun, he felt even closer to you, being the one to help you find the others and everything.
Being Cay-Cay was fun but being ‘Grandson’ was way cooler.
Cater, out of everyone here, is the most difficult to tell. He doesn't do friendships that he thinks would last forever, he knows they wouldn't. He would have to move out, lose contact and if they ever meet again it wouldn't be the same.
He is a person who experienced that cycle over and over. I personally don't think he would be very entusiastic about an elder Yuu at first.
He probably only truly started to care after some weeks? Or he always did care, but more into the 'Oh, wait an old person' and less into 'let's help him bcuz we fwens!'
Deuce Spade and Ace Trapolla.
General.
You will know more about your relationship in a direct manner.
Nicknames for you: Grandparent, Cool granps or whatever preferred shorten version you want [Nanny, Danny, Granny, Grandy, Grandpa, Grandma]
The duo was ALWAYS making messes... And you were the one to actually try to keep them down. You slowly became responsible for them, being the one people would often call to talk about whatever had happened with them, you slowly became more than just ‘their friend’.
People would often tell you about the things they did, if they were too distracted in class or whatever more. Most of the times, even Riddle would call you to try to get someone to talk senses into the boys.
However, they did change a bit. Less reckless, less immature, they actually started to help you more – Deuce already did that however with Ace’s help it was easier. Ace was actually more into helping you as time went on.
If Ace was already everywhere even before settling into the ‘Grandson’ role, he simply seemed to have a ‘6 sense’, always showing up when you needed him.
As for Deuce, it was way more about trying to help you like he wished he had helped his mother. However, he sometimes needs to balance his own life up and ends up needing your help- But, he always makes up to you.
Deuce was always the most responsible one out of them two, but, when paired with Ace – his working braincell seemed to take a break. Even then, he is a sweet one, always helping, always trying his best. Even if he ends up messing up a bit, you know that his heart is truth.
As for Ace, he was always an enigmatic one. Not because of any ‘unknown’ reason, it’s simply because he seemed to always forget that you are old. Like, he would pass through some comments like: ”You run like you are old- oh wait” or something of the sorts. He started to slowly notice what you could do and what you couldn’t, he is still a messy one, but he always tries to not make anything to actually get you angry... Or too angry with him.
Lore.
You will know more about your relationship with the said characters in a lore-like way. Knowing why they are so close to you, how did you change them.
We both know they never let you out of sight for so long… Well, or out of your ears. You would constantly hear people complaining to you about something they had done, as if you were their actual grandparent.
Also, let me get this through: Ace was a bit of an asshole at first but Deuce was always sweet. You could hear them always arguing about something Deuce had done or Ace had done. As time went on and not only their friendship but your friendship with them had developed. Things changed A LOT.
Now, Epel needs to actually throw hands to be able to be the one sleeping on your room. Actually, all the First Years now have troubles trying to keep up. Because, in the end, doesn’t matter your age or whatever, you will always be their best friend.
Because of that, play a bit into your favorites and see their eyes shining. [But never let them know that EVERYONE is your favorite, let them have a bit of pride.]
“I TOLD YA, I’M THEIR FAVORITE!” Deuce was almost going in Delinquent mode as he grabbed Ace by the collar. “THE NIGHTGOWN YOU WEAR? GUESS WHO WASHED IT?!”
“Aw naw dude, did you seriously wash those things? Ew...”
“What- What do you mean ‘ew’?!” Deuce let Ace go “...Do you not wash those things? Ace, what the-”
“Naw, I do. I was just messin’. I don’t need to say anythin’, I know I’m their favorite. After all, they always send heart emojis when talking to me... Oh, and good morning gifs.” He said proudly.
“They send ME good evening gifs.”
“WELL, they sent me a message ONE minute ago!”
“They sent me one too!”
The message read: “If you two don’t stop arguing, I’ll not give a piece of my pie.”
To be honest, you don’t need to change or do much to actually see the difference your presence brings to them. They feel more motivated; they are actually really cute and sweet every time you are around.
Even in the basket games, Ace would always smile directly at you. While Deuce would always talk with Jack to do less heavy and longs runs whenever you are because he knows you like to participate with them.
With everything said and done, Ace and Deuce were not happy that they weren’t the first ones you adopted. I would say they were offended.
It was close to 8 pm when you heard a soft knock on your together with some strange sounds. When you opened the door, there both of them stand. They were looking at you as if you had jumpscared them.
“Well, well, well... Look who is there! Goin’ to sleep and wouldn’t even tell us about the whole thing...” said Ace, crossing his arms – imitating how you used to stand every time you were scolding him.
“Sorry for coming in such late hour” While Deuce apologized, Ace rolled his eyes. “But- We know that you like... Adopted Cater and Riddle.”
“Oh... It’s not an actual adoption, it’s just a print paper... Haha... Did you guys got jealous?” You asked, not missing how Deuce just looked to the ground and Ace just shrugged.
“And what if?”
“Then, I guess you two should come in and sign the papers. I was going to make you all sign them after meeting Riddle, but I couldn’t find you.”
You couldn't miss how their eyes shined and the fact that Ace had to turn his head around for a bit. You let them sign the pap
They never felt so dumb but you know, it was worth it. They started coming more and more around. You could see how incredible happy they would always get every time you talked to them. Their smiles were enough to make you feel like coming to this world was worth it.
They were always telling the others First years how they are your first grandsons or something like that.
You can only smile while seeing how they are absolutely loving their grandson role.
Let's be honest, it doesn't matter who you are - the first years would always stick to you and absolutely be your friends. They would ALWAYS be there, helping and making sure you are okay... They are simply the cutest things, aren't them?
Out of everyone, they are - absolutely - the ones you would miss the most.
ਈՉ࣪﹑Lilia x Reader.﹗ִ❀
ᘏTW: Death.﹗ִ❀
ᘏGenre: Angst/Comfort (?)﹗ִ❀
It's mostly just an idea vomitting idea tbh? I'm listening to this song on repeat so... Yeah.
The only thing that I think it's important to know: The only appearence related thing mentioned was your eyes in a very vague way.
Imagine being the one and only person he would let go with him to anywhere. The one who had left a mark on him... A troublesome fellow, someone he wouldn't dare to let himself fall for... However, when you are all he can think about, all he can search for... It takes another whole act to try to put together.
You, who keep reencarnating, with him, who keept searching for you.
When Lilia first met you, he was a ‘Teen Fae’. It was a bit after the first human-fae war, you were one of the humans that decided to move to Briar Valley to escape the hatred from other humans.
He could never understand how could a being be so hateful towards their own... But he supposed it was never about logics at all.
You were... Bright. Brighter than the sun and stars together, brighter than fire magic and any candle... You would make him give you some smiles, sometimes. You always said how you wanted to be a singer, to show the world the songs you wrote – you dreamed about being in something that [nowadays] would be close to a rockstar. You would tell him all about your dreams, show him your songs, showing him your big plans...
But oh. You never had the money for that, have you?
Supporting your family, trying to keep your house and managing a bakery, all in your own. You were exhausting yourself and it didn’t matter anything that Lilia said, you never stopped. You were always bubbling about needing to help someone.
You were naive, trusted that the world would give the effort you put on others back to you. You naively thought that you didn’t need to rush.
And then it happened, the first death that he saw ever since he had met you. It was a normal day, a normal day that he decided to let you wander off as he bought an instrument for you. It was supposed to be a surprise, but your body was on the ground [dead]
You were killed and he didn’t know who did it.
The second time, he didn’t even realize it was you. He felt a flick around you but didn’t act on it. He kept his distance around you, you were – again a human. You would often try to talk with fairies on the woods, he never answered your calls.
Again, too naive. Maybe it was because you were just a teen trying to fit in. It didn’t take too long before you were attacked, this time, he knew who did it [By accident] but what an unfortunate event.
He left flowers in your grave, never once letting them die... After a year or so, he stopped coming by your grave. He told himself that he couldn't keep doing this.
Then the third came. You were a dreamer, once more, wanting to be a politician. You constantly talked to yourself as you sat on the same damn forest your last reincarnation was killed. You used to write about new rules you would do.
You didn’t care what role in royalty, you just wanted to help make everything be nice and smooth.
About how things would change once you got power. Oh, how unfortunate – You never had the education for that. Never.
He could see it in your dreamy eyes, there was no thought behind those eyes – nothing but simply the need to make the world a better place. Your blabbering was sweet but... Was nothing at the same time. Promises can’t make deals and, just like that, you kept dreaming.
And dreaming.
And dreaming.
...And dreaming.
Until you couldn’t awake no more.
He was present in every life you were in. He was a mentor, a crush, the guy that you kept yapping about... Just the love of your soul, wasn’t him?
You were the most different looking – the kind of ‘Cinderella’ story. He didn’t interact much with you either, he just let you go when you wanted to. Didn’t held you, didn’t think about you – it was better this way.
Another war had begun after all, he couldn’t be thinking about you – about what it could be.
This time, however. Things were... Too different. You were one of the... Politicians, seems like you realized the dream you once had, hm? You were the frontline, trying your best to be the strongest of all.
Your King, the one who made you one of his ‘negotiators’, made you go in a mission... An almost suicidal one.
Lilia didn’t want to look soft to his soldiers when you appeared. You always looked gorgeous, he always would notice who you were [your eyes, the windows of your soul always showed him exactly who you were.] and it wasn’t different here.
He knew you weren’t there to actually help, you were in a mission. But he indulged you, not only for himself but to get information. He didn’t expect, however, to be able to just... Change your way of thinking.
Maybe it was the way he managed to ‘humanize’ the faes, making them seem like people in your eyes. The same eyes who, once looked at him with hate, now were full of... Pity, somehow.
You started questioning everything they teached you about.
Everything.
And you stayed with him. You became his – in more ways than one – and neither him nor you did ever want to let it go. His soldiers recognized you as ‘the almighty’, the only one who managed to make Lilia go soft.
It was amazing.
Maybe... Just maybe, finally you would have a happy ending? Together with your beloved?
It was one mistake.
One tiny mistake.
But he should know at this point, any mistake can take your life away from him.
You died again, a betrayal that he wasn’t able to see.
But a betrayal that made his hatred go deeper.
Letting the fire burn the village, the traitor, everything that could be burned to the ground.
He had it all... And he lost.
Maybe that was his mistake, trying to be yours. Trying to make your life revolve around him, he thought for a second... What if you never met him?
.
.
.
Your other lives never knew who he was. Well, of course, they knew he was General Lilia Vanrouge but never knew who was Lilia. The Lilia who always heard your talks, who fought for you, who would do anything it takes for you.
They lived, survived and died without meeting the very man they were waiting to meet.
As he grew older, he couldn’t help but think about his earlier mindsets. Taking care of Malleus changed him, in more ways than one, and he – as selfish as he was – wanted you again. He always did, don’t get him wrong.
But now, NOW, he knows that he could do it.
He knows that – finally – he could be the man you need. One who already knows the tricks, who will protect you, save you from your constant deaths... One that can give you a happy ever after.
But he never found you again. Nothing. He could find information about your old past lives, you were a Preacher, a Teacher, died too soon or were simply... Living as much as you could. He tried his best to try to find more, but he could only find those four.
He tried to hide his constant searching from Silver and Malleus, but that simply wasn’t possible.
Silver was intelligent, always were. He could easily notice when his father was being too much, his eyes would always look directly at Lilia – seeing him holding the paintings that he managed to steal get of you. In some way, you became a sort of altar for Silver.
He would pour his feelings while looking at your pictures, asking questions, receiving no answers.
Maybe the universe was trying to give a sign. Because as soon as the NRC would start, Silver was with your picture the day before.
“You know... I always thought... How would be to meet you? If you are as bright as in some paintings, as serious as in others or... If you are just a new you.” He looked at the painting once more “Father missed you... I know he does. You were never there when I was born but... I miss you too... parent.”
Maybe it was the tears, maybe it was the feeling of something he never had but COULD that have made him so... Emotional. He couldn’t control his tears; he tried to not let his tears on the painting [it had a safety glass at least] but he couldn’t help but lament.
And then, there you were. The magicless student, as beautiful as the day Lilia had lost you, as beautiful as the paintings Silver saw.
Oh. You were up to some fun things now, aren’t you prefect?
ਈՉ࣪﹑Heeyy! Just wanted a quick say in this: This will be a short series and I'll try to go over every dorm [and the NRC staff and special characters if wanted!] with this little idea.﹗ִ❀
ᘏAt first it was going to be tons of angst/comfort. But I decided to just do comfort with some angst in it﹗ִ❀
Some things that you must know before you read this:
This is just an introduction, a bit long but it's to make sure that you understand all the 'prologue changes'.
This will be completely platonic!
You can request more scenarios of 'Grandparent Reader' if you wish!
The next one I'll do is probably 'Parent!Reader', which may include Reader trying to date the students's parents.
Everything was going well in your world. Your life – as short as it was – was complete, you were the ‘concept of a grandparent’ for a lot of people. You owned a little bakery and were being helped by your grandkids, they were always here working and trying their best to make things less hard for you.
Blessings, that’s what they were. You used to joke with your oldest that their children were almost taking your shop for themselves! It was funny, even more funny to see that you actually did leave your bakery shop for them – together with recipes and much more – in your will.
The others [children of your middle and youngest] weren’t that interested ON the bakery shop, they just wanted to help YOU. It always did warm your heart, you were loved... You never knew that someone could be this loved before.
And everything was lost in a blink of an eye.
You weren’t in your bed anymore, in your house – gods, you weren’t even in your kid's house!! It took you quite a while to understand your surroundings, it was all black until you heard some... Strange voice, it was unknown – it worried you deeply until you opened the gate you were in... Only to see a little... Cat?
“Oh, goodness! What are you doing all alone here, little one?” Your voice is so sweet as you tried to steady yourself, kneeling before the startled cat.
“HUH? Who you callin’ a little one?! And why are you so... old?” The cat TALKED? Like. Actually talked? Now that you look him closely, it seems that he isn’t a normal cat? What was that?!
“It happens with all the folks... Though, am I hallucinating or are you an animal that speaks?”
“I AM THE GREAT GRIM! Not just some pet! Now, give me your... Uniform! Ye!”
“My uniform? Oh, you wish to work on my bakery? I’m sorry but I couldn’t possible hire such a sweet one to do hard work!”
“NOT THAT! Your uniform, the one you are wearing right now! You are too old for school ‘yways!”
“...School?” Slowly getting up and looking around, you managed to notice the big coffins.
“Well, yes! It could be said that you are too old for this school – but my magnanimity is boundless! There’s no such a thing as an age to learn!” A new voice joins, a... Very strange man with a crow mask, he is smiling as if he is doing a Favour. “And, as it seems, your little familiar is going to be such a great help for you!”
As he explained everything that you could know, you tried your best to calm Grim while the man would explain every little detail he could to you. Even though, he seemed sketchy, you could feel that he was actually wanting you to feel a bit more comfortable and secure.
Maybe, it was because you were old... Or, as you prefer to think, he is just a nice young man. Once everything was finalized, he was guiding you through the school in a much nicer tone.
“Well! I’m assured that this whole time spent here – that you were obviously listening to your headmage – was worth it and you have no more questions, right?” He asked with a gracious smile. “I assume you are ready to see which dorm you are going in.”
“Oh, I’m ready. Though, I am not entirely sure that it would be good for my health to go to Savanaclaw.”
“Details.”
As you were guided to the... Uhm, room full of coffins. You saw tons of young men across the room, they seemed ready to go away when Crowley opened the door as soon as one of them said something about ‘him disappearing on the ceremony’.
“I most certainly did not!” The Headmage said with an almost angry tone.
“Ah, speak of the devil...” Such a young and small little one you saw! You couldn’t help but wonder how that much sass could fit in that body!
“If you must know, I was searching for the new student!” He pointed at you, before guiding you towards the mirror. “Poor me, being overly critized by my students when I’m only helping an older one!”
You didn’t help a lot with the surprise by stepping with difficulty on the platform, you saw a young purple haired fellow running towards you, he linked his arms on yours immediately.
“Here! Let me help ya!” He immediately said, helping you upstairs. “Those lazy sluggards not even wanting to help ya.” Actually, he didn’t even give time for anyone to try to help. His grandson instincts were fast to act, he not only did immediately notice that you were an elder but that you would need a bit of help with the stairs.
“You are such a strong young man! Thank you for helping a poor old folk like me.” You said in that sweet grandparent tone that made the boy just grin triumphantly – as if you had just given him a trophy. He didn’t let you go until you were face to face with the mirror. Though, you could hear some whispers about your age, you simply waited for the mirror to say something.
But, well. We all know how that all went.
Ramshackle accident.
Let’s begin with just saying: The thing that most changed was with Epel introduction. He was clung to you like a Coala, he simply did not let you go and was always around you – You, however, did not mind it not even a little bit. He reminded you about your youngest grandkids, always full of energy and ready to duel anyone.
He was always with his arm linked to yours, guiding you with proud around the school while talking about anything he could.
And, of course, Grim wasn’t... That bad? He was simply clingier since the beginning. He was stuck to you, always following behind or simply resting in your arm.
When Crowley – oh, so gracious – tried to give Ramshackle to you were meet with Epel screaming about ‘an old person CAN’T be in such a mess of a place!’. It made the young Epel just ignore his Housewarden calls and immediately go to help you clean around.
He didn’t let you do anything other than mop the floor and clean windows. Everything else was him and a very unhappy Grim. After everything was cleaned, Epel made sure to help you upstairs.
“Just so ya know. Morning I’ll come back and help clean more, alr? Don’t forget to call me if anything happens.”
“Oh... I don’t have a phone.”
“...I’ll figure something up!” He said before making sure you were okay and going away.
It was like having your grandkids taking care of you again... And the thought of them poisoned your happiness, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking: “How are they? Are they worried?” You had to push those thoughts before drifting off.
Oh, and the ghost thing? Well, the whole thing happened but a lot less ‘scary’.
You have ghost grandkids that are way older than you now, congrats.
The first years.
Oh, the Adeuce duo. Such a nice young and lively folks. At first, Epel was a bit unsure to let you be around them, especially after the whole fiasco in their first day. However, it was a chance on having more help in making the whole dorm way cleaner for you.
Well, let’s just say that Deuce was a sweetheart and Ace was... Well, Ace.
Deuce was immediately apologizing for putting you in danger while Ace was a bit more aloof but was caring too, once you made sure that you actually liked the chaos as it brought a bit more of light to a boredom, they were immediately smitten. Ace was talking about ‘his new cool grandparent’ in less than a week.
You, more times than you wish you could say, was always cleaning their messes. However, it was... Such a nice thing, to have them around, talking as if you were as young as them. As if you weren’t magicless... I mean, he literally threw a punch for you.
It didn’t take too long before you meet Jack, such a nice gentlewolf that was always here for you. He helped quite a lot in making sure that things were moved around your dorm, not only that, but he also always managed to get some food and ingredients for you.
When you meet Ortho, though, he was asked by Epel to give you a phone. And, so, it was done. Not only did he add everyone, he helped you to understand how to exactly use the phone by yourself.
And then, it came Sebek – a bit too early – he meet you because he KNOWS how age can affect someone and he was already guarding your dorm when you walked out. He respectfully would tell you which places are dangerous to walk into right now and would escort you to avoid trouble.
The first-years are the first ones to be called by ‘Grandkids’ by you, after all, they are such sweethearts. Always helping, always making sure you are alright.
It was enough to warm anyone’s heart.
As time passes by, you couldn’t help but think about your relationship with everyone. Not only Ace and Deuce but with the whole Heartslabyul dorm.
✧ content warning: yandere themes, mentions of racial/species discrimination (your character is SEA/Filipino-coded), (y/n) uses they/them, the story takes place in a modern hybrid alternate universe where each planet (Belobog, Penacony, etc) is considered a country.
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You (name changeable) are a hardworking and full-pledged human cafe owner in Penacony City. Your Dreamjolt Cafe has been a go-to for residents and tourists alike. But your loved ones' lives took a sharp turn for the worst when you decided to take a much-needed vacation back to your homeland, Perlas. While your family eagerly awaited your arrival, you disappeared en route. Where did you go? How did this happen? Who did this? Was it...
☕ the prickly yet fascinating Prof. Veritas Ratio, your self-proclaimed avian-hybrid regular,
☕Kakavasha, your longest fellow human friend who always seems to have a secret or two;
☕ or Gallagher, your hound-hybrid roommate whose past is as peculiar as his loyalty?
☕ or are there two more you're forgetting?
... so...
𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉?
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✧ (Fan)Story
lol hi again!!! man. i feel like Argenti.
If you wish to support my work and want to see more of this in the future, please buy me a coffee! So I can at least prove to my parents that my work is at least worth one dollar ;;;;
I'm so sorry for the long wait, I couldn't get my hand to finish the prologue YET! So, it's going to have 4 chapters probably... So a really shortfic! I hope you guys like the prologue!!
It's really simple, but I hope ya'll like it!
ChildHood Dreams - Next chapter. [Not released yet.]
Prologue.
You were always close to him and Robin. Since the early days of their lives, you were there - happily and always loving as you always were. Both Sunday and Robin acknowledge the fact that one day, you would spread your wings towards a new life.
But, as you were all good friends, they never thought too much about it. They supported and praised your dreams, always trying to help you out to choose another planet to visit… Sunday never thought too much about it, well… He never did until he was 10 years old.
He was a good artist, always knew that and his sister would praise him deeply. While she loved Jazz and Pop, he liked way more to hear and indulge into Opera… Maybe that’s why he never was the main attraction, the ones in Penacony started to love the new era of music, preferring the cheerfulness of the Jazz or Pop’s beats than the melancholy of the Opera.
And it didn’t help a lot that Sunday, himself, hid his own voice. He never wished to be the main attraction, after all, never once wanted to be against his sister in any way… Maybe, that’s why he was so shy when you found him playing the violin while humming to an Opera song.
“W-What are you doing here?” The little squeak on his voice when he noticed you, with your wide eyes once you realized his talent. The way your mouth was open with visible shock as you tried to say something.
“You are… AMAZING!” Your voice would go as high as you could! Once you approached the confused and flustered Sunday, embracing him in a tight hug. “You are amazing!! I didn’t know you were so good at playing the violin?! What else can you do, hm?? TELL ME!”
Your visible cheerful attitude made him blush from embarrassment, he couldn’t form a phrase properly and started to look around, trying to not let himself melt in front of you. “I’m- I’m not that good…”
“YES, YOU ARE!” You would interrupt him and cup his cheeks, distancing yourself a bit. ”Say it! Say that you are good!”
“I-”
“Sayyy ittttt!” As you insisted, he would quietly say: “I’m… Good. I’m good at playing instruments… A-And I can sing Opera too.”
Your words would mark him, as he would start showing you more of his talent. Every week after that day, he would sing, play something or just show you what he had written. You, just like him, were Robin’s first and most loyal fans… And then, you turned into his fan too.
It didn’t take too long before Robin also became a loyal fan of his, you and Robin would joke around, saying about how you three could form a band or something like that.
Even if Sunday knew he would never be part of it… He still couldn’t NOT dream of something like that, being around his two favorite people.
He understood right there that he was in love with you, maybe it was just a childhood crush… But, he still understood it. As he knew about your plans, he never thought about confessing to you, he NEVER wanted to make you feel obligated to be around them… And he knew the moment where he would have to let you go.
The moment where he told you that he loved you, you would be between two choices… And he knew none of you would be happy with those choices.
And he thought… Maybe, just maybe… Those feelings would disappear once he grew up… Oh, how stupid he was.
Idk why I'm doing this. but if ya'll want it to became a series with imagines and everything, I'm down for that.
Genre: Fluffy, Friends to Lovers.
Idea: You decided to start treating your best friend as a romantical partner... And, sometimes, fake being really jealous or something like that.
Characters that I'm planning to do it: Boothill, Jing Yuan and Aventurine [From HSR.] Neuvillette, Zhongli and Pantalone [GI] Scar, Jiyan and Calcharo [WuWa] [I can add more later on.]
I'm going to have a taglist for this series, so, if you want to be tagged please tell me. Also, if you want me to do other characters, I'll try my best.
Another thing is; This series will not contain smut.
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Series list.
Boothill.
07/06.
Jing Yuan.
??/??
Aventurine.
??/??
Neuvillette.
??/??
Zhongli.
??/??
Pantalone.
??/??
Scar.
??/??
Jiyan.
??/??
Calcharo.
??/??
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A quick note: My others promised series are going to start tomorrow, starting with Sunday - Childhood friends.
I don't want to spoil anything for the people who wants to watch it, so; If you want to see it and then come back here.
Have a great time watching it, dear!
I'm in love. I'm ao goddam in love... this trailer was art. It was everything I could ever ask for (Well not exactly, but ya'll get it!)
Having the character that pratically solved my artist block (that was around for a long time) having this was an amazing experience. I know I'm not the only one who just loves Boothill.
So, why not interact a bit?
What are you guys headcanons about him? If you think he's an enby folk or smth like that.
And also, do you guys ship him with someone in honkai/crossover or do you yumeship?
My Hcs are:
[He uses He/They, He's Pan and one hc I had that was proven right was him being illiterate. Another hc I have is that he is African, as his lore is very coded on that sense.]
Wanted to do this quick and fast short-fic as I saw some people talking about “Cyborgs can still feel” and I wanted to disclose a headcanon I have.
Ofc, I think it’s more up to interpretation “if his sensories work or not” as some people can interpret as he doesn’t while others can interpret as he does feel.
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Fandom - Honkai Star rail.
Character - Boothill.
Genre - Fluffy and "comedy" (?)
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He never thought he would want to feel again.
That’s the truth about Boothill, “All about him”. He never thought he would ever visit the mechanic that helped him modify his body. He made all sorts of modifications all around his body, he didn’t even consider himself human… Or even alive anymore.
When his family died… When no one came alive from that whole mess… He wished he died together with his family.
And, it’s true that: A part of him died together with his whole family. He never thought he could ever wish to feel, wish to touch or even just wish to have someone around - to be able to feel their touch.
It was only when YOU came around that he changed minds.
The first and only modification he made after you two got into a relationship was: To fix his sensors, to make him be able to feel your touch… To feel the little kisses you would give to him. Not only that, but also made some little adaptations of his model.
(Especially ones to help in cold weather.)
So, basically. You made him WANT to feel again, to be human and less... Dead? He knew he wanted to feel alive... For once.
[Imagine u die, how would he react-]
Extra.
“Never thought you would back off your words, mister.” - The scientist and his mechanic, Cynthia said with an amused expression - “Thought you would try to back off of any relationship and keep with that tough act. Hah. That bitch owes me 10 dollars.”
“Di’ya seriously made a bet out of this? Ya’ll are crazy” - Boothill would say, rolling his eyes while the mechanic slapped his hand - “MOTHERFUDGER!- THOSE SENSORS ARE TOO HIGH!”
“Never offend your mechanic, Boothill… I could do worse. Would you like to have a baby shark playing everytime you shoot something?” - That was enough to make Boothill silent - “And yes, I’m a bit crazy but… Who isn’t? You are too.”
“Maybe.”
“You eat bullets, that’s crazy enough for me.”
“Daughter of a really nice lady, you eat motherfudger dices!”
“…I started that as a way to get nice rolls on RPGS but now it is an addiction” - Cynthia would end this discussion bringing a new topic - “So… Who’s the lucky one? Never did I thought you would be with heart eyes all over somebody.”
“I don’t have- Heart eyes. Don’t know what ya’ yappin’ about.”
“Oh come ON! I’m a Love guru, you CAN trust me!”
“…Nice lady, how many diplomas do you have?”
“I faked all of them, so I don’t know.”
Just wanted to know how many people would be interest on those lil' ideas as I don't know which one to start.
The first one would be: Neuvilette never fail to surprise you, even when you were old and dying - he kept his promise to be around you and love you until your demise.
Second one: Zhongli left you for someone else and the worst part is that you don't know what to do right now.
Third one: Sunday and you are Childhood Friends and he is trying to confess his feelings to you.
Fourth one: Textpost with the Honkai Star Rail males with them being romantic with you.
Last one: It would just be: As boyfriend/girlfriend/partner headcanons
[All of those would have at least 3 chapters.]
Which series would you prefer?
Neuvillette x Reader - You passed away and he had to keep living [Fluff, Angst]
Zhongli x Reader - He left you for another [Angst no comfort]
Sunday x Reader - Childhood Dreams [Fluff]
HSR x Reader - Textpost (How they show their love)
HADES 2 characters x Reader.
Voting ended onMay 18, 2024
If anyone want to be tagged in any of those, please tell me!
"Oh, to be the one who married Boothill… A dream that yours truly writer would love to live.
So, did you even think about it?"
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Idea: Married Boothill with kids.
Fandom: Honkai Star Rail.
Character: Boothill.
Genre: Fluffy and a tiny tiny lil' bit of angst!
There's a small mention of sex too.
TW? Spoilers/leaks ahead!
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As you guys voted: Boothill with kids it is! Just to make sure you all know, the first part is HIM as a Husband. AFTER THAT It's him as a dad.
It was really fun doing this as this was something that I thought about with him with my Yume <3
Also: If you take inspiration or use this as a reference, please TAG ME!! I RLLY WANT TO SEE!
I will do way more Boothill too! So stay tunned, the next one will be: "One last time."
A short-fic~
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When you were about to proclaim your title as "HIS PARTNER", you could see the way that his eyes shined as he looked at you. For once, it was certain: This man was IN LOVE with you. The way he seemed to be completely lost in your eyes as you talked to him, The way he would hold your hands… For the first time in forever, you saw him so vulnerable.
And, then, when you two looked at each other and finally kissed. It wasn’t a kiss like the many others you two would share, it was… Sweet, it was gentle and held on a flame that you could never think that someone could feel.
As the day would pass by... You were sure you married the right man, he's eyes showed nothing but devotion, love and everything else you could EVER imagine to have someone looking you as. He literally seemed to be falling in love with you a hundred times PER second.
You saw how... Sad he looked as he would see the family of your friends, but then... It was just one look at you and you could almost read exactly what he was thinking: "I also DO have a family now."
But, enough with that! Let’s talk about how he IS as a Married man.
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At first, you didn’t notice it but he would look at you for longer, his eyes were always checking on you - as If he was scared to see you disappear if his eyes were somewhere else. Every Time you talked, he would immediately look at you with those big heart eyes. [I swear! Instead of a gun point, it looks like this:]
(Also, just wanted to point out that he canonically blushes - the shy expression - even at his nose.)
(I edited those images!! - The little hearts and the blushing)
I SWEAR! He looks so blushy and shy, but don't be tricked by that fool expression! He is going to say some really romantical stuff out of nowhere, always trying to make you blush just like him.
Not only that, but Boothill also seems to LOVE messing with you... But can't quite handle you making this back, at least, not in the beginning.
"Doll, aren't ya' the prettiest being in the universe? I could swear ya' were one of those goddess of beauty that the red haired knight would tal' about." - He would smile as he hold your hand, bringing it closer to his lips - "I could jus' survive by looking at you."
His words were always so sweet and full of love, he could NEVER say something bad about you - Also because of his beacon. He would always try to make you feel loved by his words, even more after being married to you.
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As your husband, he would always be close to you. Normally, he loves to make you feel his face… It’s the only place he can feel it too. So, he loves EVERYTHING that could work with that.
He would let his head resting on your lap, chest, belly, shoulder - ANYTHING. His head slowly turned into something that he communicates BEAUTIFULLY with you about.
Sometimes, you compare him to an animal - More specifically a dog or a fox - because they would usually rub their head against their owners or to receive more attention.
Even so, it was nice. Even if he was a bit heavy, those moments could be cherished as really important.
It was close to noon, still… Boothill was laying his head against your chest not even moving a finger while he recharged and kept his eyes closed. You were sleeping, he knew you were tired and he didn’t let you do anything else before you could receive a good sleep for some minutes.
He swore to wake you up before it was too late for your compromise.
When it hitted the exact hour you asked him to wake you up, he immediately started to try to wake you. He didn’t even think about letting you sleep, if you INSISTED on going: It was important and he TRULY didn’t want to ruin anything you were on.
“Doll? Partner! Spouse.” - When you finally woke up or stopped asking for more minutes, he would hold you even closer - “It’s time for you to do your stuff.”
When he did that, he knew it was only a favor but he always loved when you gave him a kiss or a praise for waking you in time. They were more than just happy to help you out. As he received his reward for waking you up, he would help around anything you needed as you did your own thing.
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He would show you off... But not in THAT strange way, no. He would proudly show everyone EVERYTHING you did - with your consent.
You are an artist? Well, pal, seems like Pom Pom and the WHOOOLE Astral express LOVES your art, even the unimpressed trailblazer. [They asked you to make... A drawing of them and a trashcan falling in love?-]
You make outfits? Seems like Argenti and others fashion and beauty freaks are making lots and lots of commissions.
You BAKE?! Well, sweetie. For the first time, you saw lots of Galaxy Rangers at your door, asking for your prices and sweets.
You KNOW that this was ALL him. But, even though you could think that he was trying to help you out - He would confess that he just couldn't stop talking about you to them.
He is the sweetest cyborg hubby.
“My husband…” - You didn’t even need to call for him again, he stopped cleaning his guns and immediately came to you - “Could you perhaps explain to me why a lot of people started calling me and following me on social media?”
“Oh… About that, darlin’… I may or may not talk about your skills at the bar…” - You couldn’t even get mad. He was at a BAR and the only thing he did was talk about you and drink, it was… Strangely nice, you felt a little tingle' in your heart as you heard him talk about what he said. You couldn’t even handle a laugh while you told him that it was okay.
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As your husband, you should’ve known that he would do anything AND everything to just see you smile. He was already like this… But you DID NOT expect how far he would go. If he saw you sad, he would sit down and ask you about everything. He believes in trust and that THINGS can be solved talking [with words or guns] and he WOULD NEVER try to buy your happiness.
Not only that, he knows how to make you feel better. He made sure to remember every forking time you were feeling bad and he helped you… He always made sure to remember: What worked, what didn’t work, what helped a bit and what you HATED.
”Darlin’, you can’t be in your room forever.” - He heard a low (Watch me) from you and he chuckled - “I know ya’ are upset, but, lemme tell ya’ something darlin’... I just bought the whole Phantom of the Opera Musical and the Movie to watch with you and sing too… But I guess our musical karaoke can wait”
The moment you came out of the room, you were met with Boothill wearing the Phantom’s mask.
“Now, come, my Angel of Music… Let’s start that thing.”
Just a bonus: I’m OBSESSIVE over Musicals. I love them so much!! And I think that Boothill would love them too, at first: He would say that he doesn’t like them that much: The only ones he saw were really poorly made.
But when you showed them your FAVS? THEY WERE IN LOVE! He started to sing along with you, loving the way you would always pick the best couples to interpret as.
The first musical he loved was The Addam’s Family: He was the Gomez of your Mortícia. You two would sing along so sweetly that you thought about submitting to be them.
Also: Never show Dear Evan Hansen to him, he will NOT stop trying to cry for a MONTH or WORSE. (Or do show.)
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As your husband… Oh, dear. His kisses were the BEST!! He CAN’T go one day without kissing you at least three times in a day. He loves feeling your lips, he loves taking your breath out and letting you feel all hot and bothered. Knowing that - even with that metal body - can make you blush and shy away or giggle or just look at him full of love was enough for him.
“Please… Again.” - He would ask and, as always, you would indulge. You kissed him, he would hold you so close that you thought he was trying to merge with you - “Ya’ are so… Amazing.” - He said, with a big smile while backing away for one second - “I could lose myself… In those big ol’ eyes of ya’”
“Then, why don’t you?”
“I want to still be able to live with ya’, to feel you… Not only to observe but to be present. If I were to lose myself on ya’ every time, where would I have the time to show ya’ my whole forking affection?”
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As your husband… He would never let you without aftercare. He would clean you up and let you relax as he does all the work, he is never tired, not after the modifications… So he doesn’t really need a rest. When he came across you, he finally noticed how cute you were.
Letting you rest and caressing your head, he would pick you up to the bath… He would take care of you just like you always did with him.
”Are ya’ okay, darlin’? Want something?” - He asked as he massaged your back while you relaxed at the bath - “Food, water… Anything?”
“Hmmm… Juss… Keep this up.” - You would answer, almost sleeping. His massage skills have improved a lot since the first time he did it, it was incredible - “I’m so… Tired, I just want to sleep.”
“Hah… Aren’t ya a sleepy one? Well, I can do that for you.” - Again, he would take care of you… Even if it means learning new skills, learning how to hold you while drying you with a towel, learning how to help you put on your clothes or to just lead you to the bedroom.
Learning how to look at your face and control himself to not kiss you: You were tired, he should NOT make any move to start something more right now.
Learning how to hug you, learning how to let his head rest on your shoulder… Learning how it feels to hear your heart, learning how good it is to sleep hearing it.
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As your Husband, you can always expect good things from him… But there was one thing you never expected. When he told you about his family. [Spoilers/Leaks ahead!!] He was always so… Cheerful and silly while with you, you never DID expect to be meeted with such a cruel and terrifying backstory.
The way he told you about his family… About that little girl that he took care of, about his daughter. How she died… How he lost EVERYONE in one day. One day was enough.
He explained that… He truly felt like you could disappear if he didn’t try to make things right, if he didn’t protect you enough.
When he stopped for a second, looked at his hands… You didn’t expect the words that followed: “I… Never thought I would find a family again or someone to care about me. Not in this condition, I…’m so forking grateful to have meeted ya’. Not one freaking day I passed without loving you even more.”
“Darlin’, ya saw my bad sides… You saw how disgusting I look… And even so, ya still keep around… I don’t know why, I don’t even want to know why you stayed… In my head, it doesn’t matter why… I love you.”
“Sorry for that big talk, but ya know how I am sometimes;”
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As your husband and future Father, he would try to see if he could get you pregnant… If not, he would suggest adopting and then, you hitted him with an idea… That he loved: “What if we adopted kids from destroyed planets by the Ipc? Kids that live in shelters.” He knew, YOU were the one for him FOR SURE!
“Dove, you are a genius!” He would say, holding you and twirling you around - “I knew it! I knew it!... I knew that you were always the right one.”
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PAPA BOOTHILL!
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As a father, Boothill would probably adopt as many as he could. So I won’t tell you numbers exactly… But he would have a lot, he would be a total girl’s dad. Sweets, you could EVEN SEE: Boothill having their make-up done by the girls, playing with dolls with them, letting them play with his hair and the list goes on and on.
You knew he would be a good dad and he exceeds your expectations. He would be so gentle and calm with the kids that many would think that he is another person: But you knew more than them.
You would see him always playing, always making them laugh… And, of course: You would always be involved. It was NEVER always: “Just Dad and the Girls”, you were close. In any activity that you could participate in, the kids and Boothill were more than happy to have you around.
The kids, some in 4~5, others newborns… Others almost or are teenagers, would be so happy playing and just studying with their papa.
”PAPA! MOMMA! LOOK!” - One of the oldest showed you their report card, they were an +A student - “I’m so so happy!! Are y’all proud of me?!”
It was in a second, Boothill was holding the teenager - That he named Aponi - while screaming of happiness.
“THAT’S MA GIRL! YOU SHOWED THAT FORKING PAPER WHO IS THE BOSS!” - He would cheer up with you.
“We are so proud, Apo! You studied so much… You deserve a break… How about your favorite place for tonight? I know you wanted to go there.”
“R-Really?! We can go!?”
“Why, of course! You know that we just want your happiness more than anything… And, if that place makes you happy: It makes us happy too. Thank you for your hard work, Aponi… You did soo great!”
“Yeah, gal, you deserve every compliment! But just so y’know… If you want something else, just ask me and I’ll buy it for ya.”
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As a father: He pampers his kids a lot… You could ask him to stop, but he wouldn’t. He has the money, the resources EVERYTHING to make this worth it… So he wants to, he wants - more than anything - to make this right.
He couldn’t pamper his daughter properly and he CAN’T handle the thought that he may not be able to pamper any of his kids. He NEEDS to pamper, he feels like an obligation.
Sometimes, you need to step up and try to put limitations on what he’s doing. He still needs to understand somestuff.
”Dear, you know that Kiona is only 5 months old, right? What’s she going to do with 8 pokemon’s plushies and those pokemon cards?”
“She likes watching it… So I bought it so when she grows up, she will still have those.”
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“Dear… I told you not to buy more of those for Nashoba. He needs to take better care of his teeths and the doctor told us to control the candies.”
“I know, I know… But it was only one…”
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“Dear… Are you giving your credit card to a 12 year old?”
“WHAT- Nooo… She just wanted to buy things for herself like a big girl, but I’m going to be right at her side!”
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As a father: He wouldn’t scream at his kids… NEVER. He would never even raise a hand, he would always talk and make sure that they KNOW that this IS a safe place. If you do something wrong, he is going to take care of it… YOU all are going to take care of it together.
Even when his kid came across with a sad face while asking for forgiveness when they didn’t pass with all A+ and they started crying because they were scared that they would be sent alway… Boothill was hella mad but, right in front of his child, he would calm them, saying that they did their best and he would boost them up.
Telling them that their grades were awesome and that they were so intelligent. Boothill would concentrate on what he KNOWS his kids like and praise them for it…
As for the situation mentioned while you take care of the other children… He would have “a talk” with the kids' old parents.
”Booth-... Oh, I see.” You saw him, without any blood, but by his expression: You knew he killed them - “Are you okay?”
“I’m better now… I discovered the whole scheme about those muddle-fudgers… They got what they deserved.”
“I’m proud of you.” - You said, holding his hand and letting his head fall into your chest - “Thank you for protecting our children…”
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As a father, you knew that Boothill would do anything for your kids. It didn’t matter if they were adoptive or biological, he would treat them the EXACT same. Of course, he would spend a lil’ bit more time with those who want to follow his path… But, he would never let the others feel jealous about that.
Not only this but he would also show the kids some skills he has. He would sing them songs, give them musical instruments if they are interested in… They would form a lil’ band together and you would be their singer.
The kids were in love with that idea, even the ones who weren’t interested in music would participate: Dancing, making drawings, outfits and etc etc etc.
”Ohhh! Those are so cute!” - Said March 7 looking at your kids drawings - “Your kids are so talented!”
The Astral Express became one of your kids favorite spots, even so that some of them want to become one.
The sweet look on Welt's face when one of them told him that they wanted to become just like him.
The look on Himeko’s face when one of the kids revealed that they didn’t like coffee until they tried hers.
The look on March's face when the lil’ girl called for her, saying that she loved March and that she would always appreciate the photos they took together.
The look on Dan Heng’s face when the quiet kid told him that they would love to be like him and take care of the databank.
The look on the Trailblazer’s face when one the kids helped them to search for trash cans and even complimented the trash cans with them.
The look on PomPom’s face when one the youngest said their name.
Oh, the Astral Express LOVES your kids. They let them enter ANY time and would love to babysit them.
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As a father, you knew that Boothill made them love you even more, you knew that by the way the kids asked about you guys' love life once they grew up. The more romantical ones would dream loudly about how they would wish to have a romance like that - making Papa Boothill notice how fast your kids were growing.
And, when you asked about who they wanted to be with… The answers came fastly. It was a big difference between other relationships, they were open with you two. They - YES - would tell if they were uncomfortable talking about something, but, even so… The ones who weren’t would tell you guys everything.
”I met this really cute boy at Xianzhou! He was soo cute!” - One of your kids said - “I thought to myself: They are so skilled and such a cute lil’ fellow.”
“Sis, you are younger than him.”
“Lemme praise him for a second!!”
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As a father, he was more than happy to have a family. He would be happy with just you… But with all of them, they remind him so much of his first daughter… Of his siblings. He, to himself, would wish that they could see him right now… And be sure:
”It took a while for me… But, now… I have a family again. My two families will always be together in my heart.”
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So, we reached the end! Hope you guys enjoyed it and that this made your day a bit brighter.
As someone who sees Boothill as a comfort character, having people interested on my writting for him is such a nice touch. I can only thank you guys for your support and for reading until here.
Thank you. If anyone wishes to be in the taglist for upcomming Boothill's oneshots, headcanons and imagines - Please tell me!
And for those who wanted Angst, maybe I'll do the angst one someday <3
- boothill brings home a baby girl he found in the grass one late night.
- read boothills lore and SOBBED. NOBODY TALK TO ME RN. anyways i had to write about his adoptive daughter but if he had a spouse at the time bc dad boothill is so precious imo cryingngnfsnakskf anyways..
- pre cyborg boothill, major boothill backstory spoilers, written before release wc 582
Boothill was home fashionably late tonight. He never specified why though, leaving you to your thoughts on his ranch.
You both agreed to buy a farm together, considering he grew up around horses and cattle. His fathers taught him how to tend to the animals, taught him creativity, and overall gave him a fine life.
You both had talked about having some children of your own, but that thought hadn’t become a reality due to your busy schedules. That was, though, until he walked through the door of your shared home, cradling a baby in his arms.
She was a pretty little thing- with pale blue eyes and white hair poking through her scalp. She seemed to be a newborn, with how tiny she was.
“Look what I found, just sitting in the grass,” he said in a slight whisper, not wanting to startle the baby. “She’s pretty, ain't she?”
Your eyes widen slightly as you sit up from your place on your shared bed. You take a sharp inhale before motioning for Boothill to hand you the baby. He carefully rests her in your arms, sitting down on your side of the bed as you hold the fragile being in your grasp. You coo to her as Boothill watches you with adoration.
“She’s gorgeous,” you smile, looking down at the girl who was happily clapping in your arms. “Do we know her parents? I’d hate to just take someone's child…”
“No parent was in sight. I also highly doubt someone would jus’ leave their kid in the middle of nowhere,” he said, patting the girl on the head. “If I find a parent, we’ll give her to em’.”
You nod in agreement, allowing the baby to grab onto your pointer finger. She seemed so happy, you almost didn’t want to let her go.
You both soon took her into your bathroom, running a lukewarm bath in your sink and putting the lightest type of soap you could find into the water. You wanted to give her a little bath, considering he found her outside, and you didn’t know what she’d have on her. You also didn’t know how long she’s been outside.
You unwrapped her from the makeshift blanket Boothill tore from his shirt and set her down slowly into the water. She didn’t seem to fuss, so you proceeded to wash her body. Boothill stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, looking at something on his phone. You finished cleaning the tiny girl before wrapping her in a soft, warm towel.
“Babe, where are we going to find clothes for this poor thing? She’s probably freezing!” You stress, crossing your arms and sighing as you watch the little girl squirm in the towels hold.
“I’ll head out tomorrow morning and get some necessities. ‘Was thinkin’ about those things too, like how she’s gonna eat and all that.”
“Ugh, that’s another thing to worry about,” you turn around, facing him. “Babies her age don’t eat, and I can’t produce milk.”
At this point, it was late in the night. Who knows what time, all you know is that you should be asleep. But instead, you’re up caring for a little girl who wasn’t even yours.
“Is she just going to sleep with us tonight?” He asked, getting ready for bed.
“I mean, where else would we put her? We don’t have a crib!” You lightly picked her up, placing her on your lap as you rocked her to sleep.
Would you happen to have *a crumb* of headcanons for Boothill with s/o that has very curly hair?
The kind that needs a lot of maintaince and makes people want to touch it. (I get compared to a sheep very often :P)
This ask made me think about dyed curly hair! It's so pretty!
Ahh! Your hair is the first thing Boothill noticed when he first saw you - he spent too much time staring at it, eventually getting caught and confronted by you, later on bringing up the event and laughing over and over, after you two became a couple (how I met your mother type beat).
Boothill will attempt to play with your hair at all times. I mean it. He finds himself twirling and curling your hair even more in his spare time. You have to handcuff him at this point. (😭)
Boothill took his time to read about curly hair maintenance after he witnessed you caring for it for the first time. Now he's reading every ingredient the shampoo/conditioner has, making sure it's not harming your curls!
"Oh! heck naw," he angrily taps the store employee's chest with his finger, "I ain't getting this nasty shirt (shit)! Can ya fudging see how many damagin' chemicals it has?! Jus' what are ya tryin' to sell me right now?" The employee clutches a bottle of conditioner tightly, mumbling under their breath, "ah, WHATEVER! Get off ma eyes," Boothill adjusts his hat and turns around, "I'm leavin' to do it ma'self, go fridge yourself!"
Boothill asks you to curl his hair from time to time - just for the funsies, so you can match together. Even better if you put on some headbands or ribbons. The more the better. He can kick IPC's ass with the ribbon from his beloved too (I mean, can you imagine how badass it'd look?).
Would you happen to have *a crumb* of headcanons for Boothill with s/o that has very curly hair?
The kind that needs a lot of maintaince and makes people want to touch it. (I get compared to a sheep very often :P)
This ask made me think about dyed curly hair! It's so pretty!
Ahh! Your hair is the first thing Boothill noticed when he first saw you - he spent too much time staring at it, eventually getting caught and confronted by you, later on bringing up the event and laughing over and over, after you two became a couple (how I met your mother type beat).
Boothill will attempt to play with your hair at all times. I mean it. He finds himself twirling and curling your hair even more in his spare time. You have to handcuff him at this point. (😭)
Boothill took his time to read about curly hair maintenance after he witnessed you caring for it for the first time. Now he's reading every ingredient the shampoo/conditioner has, making sure it's not harming your curls!
"Oh! heck naw," he angrily taps the store employee's chest with his finger, "I ain't getting this nasty shirt (shit)! Can ya fudging see how many damagin' chemicals it has?! Jus' what are ya tryin' to sell me right now?" The employee clutches a bottle of conditioner tightly, mumbling under their breath, "ah, WHATEVER! Get off ma eyes," Boothill adjusts his hat and turns around, "I'm leavin' to do it ma'self, go fridge yourself!"
Boothill asks you to curl his hair from time to time - just for the funsies, so you can match together. Even better if you put on some headbands or ribbons. The more the better. He can kick IPC's ass with the ribbon from his beloved too (I mean, can you imagine how badass it'd look?).
