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My writing is purely self indulgent so if you dont like it please be nice or ill kms /j im 19 btw

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Do I creep you out?

Mark Grayson x gender-neutral!reader ── ⟡ ˙🌱 𐂂

synopsis ⟢ Just Mark and his Alien lover being cute while they're just bein a little weird.

content ⟢ Alien reader, multiple eyes reader, fluff, mark loves his alien partner, talk of dissecting humans.

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Humans are so odd to you. They do things so differently from the way things are done on your planet. 

That is the problem, they’re so different that it brings out your curiosity, makes you want to study and dissect what makes them so different from you, you’re both bipedal creatures but the way of upbringing is so different.

You are standing over your lover, Mark Grayson. He’s very familiar with your curiosity over human anatomy, and you, his sexy, curious alien lover, are allowed to do almost any experiment you want on him—even though he’s half viltrumite, so results may vary.

“I read online that humans have a funny bone, may I have yours?” You ask, eyes are full of a childlike innocence as you smile down at him from where he’s sat. “Oh, uh, well you see, we can’t actually take out our bones whenever we please.” He says it in a downcasted tone as if he wishes he could take out his bones to give them to you.

“Ah, so we are the same in that aspect!” You happily write it down in a notebook Mark had gifted to you on your second date.

He pulls you down into a sideway sitting position on his lap. “Phew, don’t know how I would’ve reacted if you told me you could pull your bones out at will.” He teases burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“But couldn’t you imagine how cool that would be! … what about your viltrumite biology, think they can pull their bones out?” You ask, bringing his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks in a gentle manner to stare into his eyes. 

Ah the eyes, one thing you two do not share a common factor on, where humans—even the half kind, only have two you have multiple, making you stand out quite a bit, but how can he hate when your multitude of eyes look at him so politely. 

Where others think you are scary, creepy, and disturbing to look at, he only finds you innocent, captivating, and pleasant, if he could he would spend all five hundred years his father foretold him living he’d spend them all admiring you.

“Hmm, think with my viltrumite DNA I can regrow bones as I can teeth?” He says, his gaze only stares into your own with unadulterated love. “We should test this out!” You get up from his lap tugging on him to try and get him to stand.

It only takes one tug from him to get you back into his lap. “No, no love. I was just kidding, I know they can’t.” You get a pout at the ruin of what would’ve been a fun experiment.

He knows of your weird little—well he wouldn’t use the word obsession but it's the best word he can think of at the moment, with dissecting things. 

His lips pull into a smile at how cute you look. His hand comes up to caress your cheek, thumb brushing over the pout of your bottom lip. 

He lets out a dramatic groan. “Don’t look at me like that, then I'll have no choice but to let you cut me open and take every bone I've got, love.” He pretends to be in pain, shielding his eyes from your pretty doe like eyes. 

“As you should. It’s only within my nature to want to dissect things.” Your multitude of eyes stare him down, anyone but him would probably be super freaked out but he only thinks you look so cute.

“Here, I’ll talk to Cecil and see if he’ll let you dissect one of the reanimen.” Your pout is gone in seconds replaced by pure glee. “Oh yes please, nothing would please me more. They were human once right? I can’t wait to see inside them!”

He smiles at you, before nuzzling into your neck once more placing kisses all over you jaw and cheeks, he loves the noise you make.

hopefully anyone who reads this finds it enjoyable.

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'We were too close to the stars'

Young!Nolan x Female!reader ── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ 𐂂

synopsis ⟢ Young Nolan and his inferior species 'girlfriend' just enjoying their time together for the time being!

content ⟢ Angst, Hurt no comfort, character death (you), mentions of blood, some fluff :3

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Nolan loved you, he doesn’t know how or why it happened just that it did, and if he could go back he’d do almost everything the same.

It started when he first caught the Scourge Virus. You were just another alien race conquered by the viltrumites and were now being forced to tend to their sick, that or death. You remember staring down at the weak and pale Nolan, who was bleeding from his nose and eyes.

He was nothing more than another enslaver that you were forced to help at the time. 

‘So pathetic looking for a race who conquered my planet in a day.’ You couldn’t help the bitter thoughts to yourself as you checked over his vitals while he slept, you placed your hand gently on his forehead to check if he had a fever—he felt cold, it was as if you were touching a corpse. When you went to pull away he didn’t let you. 

He was in so much pain while resting, he only latched onto the one thing that brought him a modicum of comfort, your warm hand.

It had taken you by surprise not because he grabbed you but due to how gentle his touch was, his people thus far had been very aggravated in their current state of sickness, often swatting your hand away harshly, some grasping onto you as if you were a threat almost snapping your wrist before other viltrumites pulled them off with no urgency.

He slowly opened his eyes, you couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. They were beautiful. His gaze was unfocused, staring at you, yet past you. “Do you need something, sir?” You asked hesitantly. 

“Don’t go…” a soft plea left his mouth. You assume he must be delirious because what viltrumite would plead to something they believe below them. You swallow the building lump in your throat, you don’t want to reject it in case he gets angry and kills you, but you do have other sick viltrum to check on.

You softly rest your hand against his head, smoothing stray strands of his hair back. His hand slowly retreated back to his side, he seemed content with your gentle petting. 

Bewilderment settled on your features—a viltrumite being petted by a lower life form and enjoying it, yes this must be a telltale sign of your impending death, that soon he’ll realize you are not one of his kind and crack your neck in one foul swoop.

Yet the morbid thought never came to reality. You sat with him for a good thirty minutes, petting him even, and he never once raised a hand to you only laying pliant under your gentle, soothing petting. 

It came to an abrupt end when another viltrumite caught you and quickly grasped you by the throat. “You’d dare to touch a viltrumite so casually.” Their voice was calm and cold. You tried shaking your head, words caught in your throat which was tightly gripped beneath their gloved hand.

“He… He…” Your face was slowly changing color from its natural hue. Nolan was sitting up, heavily breathing in pain. “She was helping me briefly.” He lies on your behalf with a heavy heart. “I’d asked her to push the hair from my face.” The viltrumite was wearing a protective suit to not catch the virus so you couldn’t tell what his expression looked like while he faced Nolan. 

“Are you that pathetic you’d require help from one of them for such a meaningless task.” Their voice is still that chilling calm, cold tone.

“It was a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.” Nolan firmly states through the pain. They soon let you go after his words, dismissing you to tend to another patient.

The next day came and you’d assumed he’d have died due to how sickly he’d look but to your surprise he was there laying down eyes searching the faces of the ‘helpers’ your kind.

When he spotted you his body visibility relaxed, it was honestly quite a shock to you. He waved you over. “Tell me your name.” His words were a demand, as if reminding you that you are the inferior here.

You break eye contact with him murmuring your name under your breath, he still manages to hear it, repeating it back to you.  “Sounds… nice.” His words are tense, he tries to meet your gaze in his weak state.

“Listen. I know yesterday you almost died and it was my fault, but… your touch was… was…” He sounds strained like it's hard for him to say what he’s trying to say. “It was nice… soothing, can you… can you do it again.. please.” His jaw is clenched tightly as he asked, you look up completely stunned. 

‘Did he… no way, I have to be going crazy. Did a viltrumite just say please!?’

You sputter for a moment, not even sure what would be an appropriate response. “Uh, I guess..?” You take a seat stiffly down beside him on his cot and gently push any stray hairs back once more, slowly threading your fingers through his hair.

He’s got that same look of contentment, like a child experiencing a gentle touch for the first time. 

“May I.. know your name?” He gazed into your eyes. “Nolan, my name is Nolan.” He states it with a sense of pride.

You only nod continuing to pet his hair until he tells you of the approaching viltrumite which makes you stand in a hurry and act like your just checking his vitals.

This encounter was the first of many more stolen touches, he just made sure he was more alert now, even with this sickness slowly killing him. 

Nolan loves your hands, they’re so warm and gentle compared to that of the cruel, cold fist of the viltrumites he’s experienced his whole life. 

He knew it was weak, but he didn’t want to die alone so he’d continue to cling to the first hand that offered him a warm, non hurtful touch.

But the thing was he wasn’t dying like the other viltrumites, he was slowly regaining color to his cheek, able to breathe without feeling a pain in his chest, the blood stopped pooling from his nose and eyes. Yet still he clung to your warmth, often pretending to experience pain just to feel the gentle touch of your hands as you checked over him.

You yourself found yourself falling for the enemy, his demeanor was so different from the other viltrumites you’d dealt with. He was ‘soft’, gentle, and refreshing to be around.

You cherished the moments with him, though you assumed he would die like the other viltrumites did every hour, that or suddenly change up and become aggressive toward you.

Soon he became the last patient, and it became just the two of you. You didn’t know what happened to the others of your race that the viltrumites had brought to viltrum as the number of patients dwindled as did the helpers.

You stood before the now healthy Nolan, he stood tall before you. “I have one more request to ask of you,” His words sound rehearsed but then he says your name in a more gentle tone. “I would wish for a different type of touch from you,” You tilt your head in confusion. “a kiss.” His words are serious as he gazes into your eyes.

There’s a certain glint in his eyes, one that feels like he’s keeping something from you. You brushed it off though, and instead pressed your forehead against his chest. “Could you be more subtle at least..!” You have a fluster hue to your skin. 

He then does the unexpected, he smiles—genuinely, at your flustered behavior. It’s so gentle it makes your heart flutter.

“Indulge in one more request..?” And you do. You lean up pressing a kiss to his lips, he’s quick to reciprocate the action. His kiss is full of desperation and emotion, so much emotion that you can’t place.

He then pulls away from you, pressing his forehead against yours, you gaze at him. He’s somber, downcasted, like someone who lost something… important.

It happens too fast, his hand is pierced through your heart and not in a metaphoric way, his hand rips your heart from your chest, as you gasp and collapse against him.

“Why…” You gurgle out as blood bubbles up and spills from your mouth. You stare at him hurt, confused, and betrayed. 

 “I’m… I’m sorry, but viltrum must come first…” He holds your dying body, lowering you both to the ground as he cradles you. 

“Don’t hate me.. You… you had to have known that we can’t let news of our weakness spread.. You have to die so that viltrum can prosper.” He cradles you rocking back in fourth, he sounds more like he’s convincing himself this is for the greater good. 

You can’t do anything but lay pliant in his arms, dying.

You had once believed a Viltrumite may be capable of love, but you die thinking the opposite, holding a bitter spite towards him in your final moments.

He cries silently when you pass, he wishes to take it back immediately and feel your warmth once more.

I really wanted to build their relationship more but I didn't know what scenes to add to hammer in their blossoming love. sorry if this is bad hope you enjoyed!

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"She cried when she said she'd been promised to another man..."

Identity V x Gender-neutral reader ── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟

ft Naib Subedar and Eli Clark.

synopsis - You've fallen in love with another during your time at the manor but you have had a life outside of these deathmatches—you're sworn to another man, and now must tell the man you've been cheating with about your infidelity and how you must go back to that life.

Content - uh angst, unloyal reader though they were forced into their outside the manor marriage, got a little plot lost in eli's forgive me, fluff, wounded reader, you die in Elis, gore, maybe some oocness so don't kill me.

A/N - I just want to say this was heavily inspired by the song 'Made In Japan' By Buck Owens. Btw i totally fucked up Eli's part like i am so disappointed with it i literally lost the plot im sorry.

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Mercenary

Naib never thought he'd find love in a place like the manor, he'd been trapped there for years, forced to play game after game. Yet he fought every match to leave alive, not wanted to die in a place like this, wanting to see his mom again.

Then a new survivor arrived, you are nice to everyone, trying your best to get along with them all. You eventually find yourself trying to crack the wall Naib the Mercenary had built around himself.

It was quite the tough goal.

Luck was on your side though, every match Naib got placed with you. You sucked at these manor games, yet Naib never left you to die always saving you.

You approached him one day, a bright smile decorating your lips. "I'd like to thank you for always rescuing me during our matches, you're a real lifesaver, literally." You bow deeply showing your respect for him. He was a little unsure of how to respond. "It's no problem." His words are blunt, you can tell he wishes for the conversation to be over but you weren't going to allow him to get rid of you that quickly.

Naib thought that'd be the end of it but you didn't walk away, instead taking a seat beside him trying to attempt at making small talk with him, he was pretty dry yet you still didn't stop trying. It was a little surprising to him since most others had given up on trying to communicate with Naib due to his inability to hold a conversation.

Not you though.

The sitting down and talking, It soon became a routine for him. After every match of Naib's he'd be greeted by your smiling face. Then slowly you'd see him sat near where the survivors got out of matches as if waiting for you, it sparked something inside you.

It suddenly happened one random day, your relationship took a turn for something more intimate. There was a match, one where Naib wasn't in it, he put on a facade as if everything was okay but he was filled with worry, he'd seen the way you 'performed' during matches—what would you do without him?

He almost lost it when you appeared and had wounds adorning your whole body, he didn't care that he was before other survivors in that moment only fretting openly over you.

It happened in seconds you'd been overcome by the fluttering that was happening in your chest because of his worrying and soon leaned forward capturing his lips with your own. He didn't respond immediately out of surprise but was soon kissing back as he kept his grip tight on your arms.

Innocent, pure, love blossomed between you two. You kept each other safe, giving each other a reason to continue on in this hell.

Of course Naib doesn't get to have his happy ending, after years you guys finally get to leave the cursed Oletus Manor, it was time for everyone to go back to their old lives.

Stepping outside the manor was weird, it was as if no time had passed since anyones arrivals. 

Naib helped you with your luggage, setting it before a carriage—there were tons to escort all the survivors back home.

Naib stood before you and your gaze was facing the gravely road and was quite somber. "Mero prem," (Nepali term of endearment)  He gently grabbed your hands, raising head with his other hand. "are you ready?" 

Tears soon started to leak from your eyes. "I can't go with you Naib. I.. I have been promised to another. I must go back to my country." It was breaking your heart to tell him. 

You wished to take the words back as soon as they left your mouth, god did you want to throw up because of the look of pure sadness on his beautiful face.

He forced his expression to change to a softer look, one full of love and... understanding.

Naib's hand gently wiped your tears, a soft look in his eyes. "I understand." Yet he didn't, it wasn't fair to him yet he hated to see his love cry. You clung to him for a final time and Naib gave you one last kiss. 

He watched as you climb into the carriage, heartbroken eyes meeting heartbroken eyes for a final goodbye. It soon started taking off, Naib only staring as it slowly faded off into the distance.

Naib's heart left with you that day, the one he met in Oletus Manor.

Seer

Eli had a whole life before the manor he'd planned to settle down with Gertrude and live a natural life—yet he was stuck in this manor.

Then he met you, it was like his life from before with Gertrude hadn't existed. You were beauty incarnate, a soul so beautiful even Brooke Rose was attached to you.

He had begun to court you, he had believed his life from before was over anyways, you aswell it was easy to fall for someone as soft-spoken and charming as Eli. It was as if the fate designed you two to be together.

You felt bad about not telling him you have another lover before him and with how matches had been getting more and more rough as of late with more people being killed off, you felt you have to let him know of your infidelity to your husband from before the manor.

The time just never felt right though the two of you are so happy, why ruin it by saying it'd have to stop when you guys escape... well, if you guys escape

It was just supposed to be a simple, normal match, but I guess no match is 'normal' when it's apart of a game of life or death.

The first thing Eli had done when waking up in the place 'White Sand Street Asylum' was rush to find you, which was easy since Brooke Rose. Unfortunately he hadn't been the first to find you though. Bane 'The Gamekeeper' was the executioner of this round.

He witnessed as Bane's hook clasped straight onto your side, the sharp, jagged teeth of the hook tearing into your stomach. You let out a shaky breath, the pain unbearable as you choke up a sob while reaching out for Eli.

Eli's hand clasp around yours in an instant, he and Bane get into a battle of tug of war with you, Eli refusing to let you go. "It's going ot be okay, I swear it." His voice is shaking as he holds your hand tightly.

Painfully Eli wins the game of tug of war but at a cost, where the hook waas snugly dug into your skin it rips out a chunk of your stomach your blood pools all over the floor, as you cry out in pain and crash into Eli, who doesn't give you a moment to breathe before pulling you to your feet dragging your injured body along.

Your blood spills all over the floor, you hand latches to the wound a pathetic attempt to keep your insides—well inside. You could practically feel your own guts trying to leave your body.

Tears stream down your face, as you cry to yourself from the pain. Eli is breaking left and right trying his best to lose Bane so he can tend to your wound.

You find a split moment to push Eli into a room. you would've fallen flat on your face if his arms hadn't wrapped around your waist pulling you into him as he bring you to sit slowly.

He removes your hand from the wound, a look of pure dread washing over his pretty boy features.

You bring a hand up weakly to caress his cheek. "It's going to be okay, you're going to be okay, we are going to–" You put your hand gently over his mouth and shake your head. His hand snatches your hand up quickly his grasp shaking with fear. "Yes..! don't resign, fight Y/n, you must fight... for me if not yourself." He gently pushes you against his chest.

You rest pliantly against him, breathing becoming difficult as blood slowly fills your lungs. "Eli... There is something I never told you... it's.. it's about my life before the manor," You say still pressed against him, both your hands are intertwined over your fatal injury.

"I had a lover, even children... and if we had escaped I would've left you... I would've went back to my old life abandoning the love we built here." Your words come out weakly, almost ashamed.

His other hand gently comes up caressing your face, he has a sad smile on his lips. "Then I too must be honest, I had a lover before the manor as well, her name is Gertrude... I... I still think about her when I'm with you sometimes, but I truly fell for you in this hell, Y/n." His words are honest.

"I fell for you too Eli..." You nuzzle your face against where his heart lies. "Then maybe that's all we need to know." Eli holds you as you pass, warm in his embrace.

And when Bane finds him he still only continues to hold you, the thought of abandoning you never even crossed his mind.

Maybe in another life you were each other first choices.

Im sorry this is so bad, omg i hate it at least elis section which sucks since hes literally my favorite. Hope you enjoyed! :3

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'I'm no good without you'

Young Nolan x Gender-neutral!reader ── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟

Art credit @/citruscen07 on TikTok

synopsis - It is your day of adulthood and Nolan couldn't help but intervene in your 'ceremony'.

content : viltrumite reader, pre-established relationship, parental abuse, blood & gore?, perchance contains ooc Nolan, Nolan loves his lover too deeply, hurt/comfort

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You stand stiffly before your parents, jaw clenched tightly.

"Mom, dad..." You don't even know what you could possibly say to save yourself from the incoming coming of age 'ceremony'.

Both your father and mother looked down at you like you weren't worth their attention. "Be quiet Y/n." Your mother's commanding tone silences the words that sit on your tongue.

"You'll only embarrass us further if you're about to plead for this to not happen. This is a great honor, if you live." Those were the last words you heard from your father before they both flew at you.

Your father's fist connected with your nose, you could hear the sickening crack as you attempted to hold your ground feet skidding across the cement below.

When your mother went to strike you caught her fist as your other hand latched onto her face with a bone cracking grip, you swung her into your dad shoving them both away as he immediately swatted her away to charge at you once more.

You and your father exchange blows. You could feel it, the fact he didn’t dare hold back against you, it felt as if he really wanted you dead and while you knew this day was coming you still didn’t expect it to hurt this much emotionally.

You’re so caught up in attempting to win against your father you’d completely forgotten about your mother, whose hand was deep in your side, you wouldn’t be surprised if she pulled out your very heart with how deep her hand was in your ribcage.

“Pathetic, at least attempt to not disappoint us.” Her words are cold, not that she’d ever spoken a kind word to you in all your eighteen years of living. 

Oh how you wished you could just lay on the ground as she rips her hand from your side, blood pooling out from the open wound, staining the concrete below.

You cough out blood before immediately having to defend from a blow from your father. The two immediately begin taking turns in who gets to hit you, you’re hit side to side as you attempt to defend yourself against them both. 

You come to a heart shattering realization, if you don’t fight them with the intent to kill you’ll be the one to die in this fight, they hold no paternal love towards you, you’re not stupid but… still doesn’t make it hurt less.

You manage to punch right through your father’s abdomen, you don’t pull your hand from his wound immediately, instead you grip tightly onto his intestines and pulling hard to rip them from his stomach, blood spills over the floor but he doesn’t stop instead he grabs ahold of your head and your slammed face first into concrete.

Your mother doesn’t spare you a single second to breathe before grabbing ahold of your hair tightly ramming you against the concrete again and again. You gasp out trying to escape her monstrous grip but as soon as you do you take a knee to the face, courtesy of your father.

You fly backwards into a pillar slumping down against the ground as you try to breath through all the blood spilling from your face.

Your gaze is unfocused as you look at your approaching parents. “You were just as pathetic as we’d assumed.” Your fathers words don’t even process to your ringing ears. “Father, mother…” You spit blood everywhere as you speak, practically choking on it as you raise a hand to them, as if it’d stop them. 

They continue to beat you against the pillar. You could feel it cracking beneath the strength of each punch, then it suddenly stopped. You can barely see through your swollen eyelids, but your father was kicked away by a figure, a familiar figure. 

The same figure makes quick work of your mother before walking and crouching before you. His hands are soft and gentle unlike those of your parents. “Y/n can you hear me, it’s okay, you passed, you're an adult now, get up..!” His words barely process to you. 

“Nolan…?” You choke out through the blood. “Yes, Y/n. It's Nolan.” His hands are gentle as they pick you up, cradling you close to his chest.

You lay pliant against him, his embrace is warm… it feels like love. 

Blood pours from your father’s mouth where he stands. “I hope to never see your face again, such a… disappointment.” He spits it with animosity. Your mother exchanges her own parting words. “It would’ve been better if you’d died, but I suppose you could still have some use to the empire.” Her words cold.

You choke back a sob. ‘Viltrumites aren’t supposed to cry.’ You try and pull yourself together, wiggling in Nolan’s arms. “Please, let me carry you.” A quiet plea leaves his mouth as you look up at him, surprise evident even in your swollen eyes.

“Just this once…” You say tensely but still your body relaxes against that of your lovers.

Totally not self indulgent since i looovveeee young!nolan *rubs hands evilily*

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Heimdall x Female reader 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

synopsis - only a year has passed since you and Heimdall had your child and you've sadly passed due to illness. Heimdall is now left with a son that looks exactly like him, but there are times the boy reminds him of you.

content - a little part 2 to my other fanfic, Heimdall thinking of his dead wife, missing his dead wife, you're well dead, fluff, angst, platonic Heimdall and his son.

🍮🥄 ˚₊‧ - When you died Heimdall was forced to continue on without you. He was barely even able to mourn since he has a one year old to take care of.

He could hear people thoughts saying you were lucky to have 'escaped' him fianlly. There was a point in time where he'd have put on a spectacle where he'd beat them up, but now days he's just exhausted.

It wasn't a physical type of exhaustion it was the emotional and mental kind, he grew angry, angry that you'd just leave him like this, leave him to take care of your guys son alone.

He was angry with you for a while after your death but every time he had a moment of solitude he'd only cry over your passing. He hated that, he hated that you made him feel so emotional.

Never once did he neglect your son during his time of grief, he knew you'd never forgive him if he did and that pushed him to continue on.

In the days where it was hardest to be without you he'd stay in the same room as s/n. s/n snored just as you did, loud and obnoxious, and in his rest it eased the pain in his heart.

One day he been distracted and slipped causing him to flail in an attempt to catch himself, he failed, landing on one of his son's toys causing him to let out a groan, then he heard laughter and he stiffened for a moment as his eyes caught his son laughing at him.

It wasn't cause the boy was laughing at him but because the way he did it. Sudden and loud, as he fell on his back laughing without a care.

Just like you used to toward him.

The boy had felt like a mirror to Heimdall since you died and Heimdall hated it, not your son, he'd never hate anything that came from you, it was the lack of resemblance that he despised.

Because every time he looked down at the small child he'd hoped—quietly hoped, to see just a fragment of you there, yet he only saw himself staring back.

It was quite a cruel reminder that you were gone and he was not.

but for just a moment the boy mirrored you and something in Heimdall felt calm, settled—at peace, which he thought he'd never feel after your death.

He picked himself up, walking over to his little brat which was still laughing at him. "Found that funny, did you." He gave him a playful scowl, s/n only laughed at his face, which soon softened. "Just don't tell anyone." He said, gently ruffling his son's head.

As the boy grew older Heimdall soon only began to see you in the boy, he didn't share Heimdall cruel nature but your kind personality, and it was just enough to settle the dull ache in his chest.

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Heimdall x Female reader 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

synopsis - Heimdall is not very happy his kid looks more like him and less like you.

content - Established relationship, Human reader, Heimdall listens to his lover more than Odin canon!! maybe slight angst themes. ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

🍮🥄 ˚₊‧ - You were laying in bed just completely drained from giving birth while Heimdall sat right beside you, as close as he could possibly be without being in the bed. He has ahold of your guys newborn baby though at a distance. He has this unsure look on his face as he look down at him.

You swore you've never seen him make such an expression, it looked like it was physically hurting him to hold his own son.

You reel your hand back to hit him on the shoulder, albeit gently—to which he allows letting out a dramatic grunt pretending like it even actually hurt. "Knock it off. Stop looking at my son with that stink face." You feel irritation building up, probably due to the hormones after just giving birth. Though he knows your feeling annoyed he's quick to clear his throat, correcting you. "Our son," You give him a unamused look, about to reach out to take the baby away.

He moves quickly away from you pulling the baby away, before you even have the chance to lift your hands. "no, you must rest," He had a stern tone. "it was quite a rough labor, dearest." He cradles the baby closer this time, staring at it still with a annoyed look.

You don't even get to say it before he responds. "Nothing is wrong." He sighs out dramatic. "It's.. it's just nine month, we waited nine months and he comes out looking exactly like me. The same nose, mouth, same bifrost eyes.." He has the audacity to shoot you an annoy glare, playfully of course. "did your genes even try?"

You let out a howling laughter. "It's not funny." He says shaking his head though you can see his lips fight to not curl up into a smile. "I'm sorry, love." You go to cradle his face in the palm of your hand. "It's just too funny. Are you really upset he doesn't look like me?" Your eyes soften as you stare into his beautiful bifrost ones. You soon pat the spot beside you.

He lets out a huff, like it's such a chore to get up and into your bed, though he's very quick to slide in, gently, beside you—you slowly rest your head on his shoulder.

You don't have to say a word, he just knows exactly what you're thinking.

"Dearest, It's nothing like what you think, I'll cherish our little creation until the day I die—even after that. I just wanted our kid to look more like you so when.." He grimaces like it hurts to even think about. "you know the time comes–" You cover his mouth, not wanting the day to turn somber.

"Oh, love," You turn to him, eyes gently locking. "he may not look like me but look at him. he's ours something that is made from my love," You place your hand over his heart. "and yours." Heimdall coughs as if trying to clear his throat but there is a slight redness to his cheeks. He rolls his eyes. "So cheesy,"

You coo down at your son as he attaches his little hand to your finger. "And yet you love me for it." You jest.

"that I do, dearest." His bifrost eyes which usually have an intense stare have softened as his gaze is looking down at you and your guys son.

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Mashle various x Gender neutral ! reader 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

ft Mash Burnedead, Lance Crown, Dot Barrett

synopsis - your lover does take too kindly to you saying how you don't need them

content : Yandere themes, injury, manipulation, forced nudity, some demented type of fluff.

A/N - ermm I've only watched the anime so sorry if anything is like not super in character.

Mash Burnedead

you're sick and tired of being here, all because Mash wants to keep you 'safe'. This isn't safety this is hell, and you want out, so tired of him trying to justify what he did, how you 'need' him. "I don't need you Mash." You say through gritted teeth.

Mash stares at you as you say it. It felt like you'd just stabbed him in the heart. How could you say that, was his only thought.

"You don't mean that..." He says blankly, he's acting as if your words don't bother him to his core.

"Oh, but I do. Look Mash you're keeping me locked away from my friends, our friends... just let me go." You plead and try to soften him, you even grab ahold of his hand, running your thumb across the back of it.

"We can pretend like this never happened." You say smiling at him. 'Like hell, when I get out of here Mash you will be staying far, far away.' You think to yourself silently.

Lance Crown

You had an outburst, he had made a meal, and insisted to feed you. A wave of rage fell over you, as he had begun to belittled you, about how you're too incompetent to do it on your own.

Screaming in anger you knocked the bowl off the table, it shattered to the floor as you continued to have your outburst, even going so far as to pick up a fork and lunge at Lance.

He calmly raised his wand at you. "Graviole." You were crushed to the ground, landing directly on the shattered bowl and freshly hot food, you cry out in pain.

He immediately dropped his wand rushing to you aid. "Don't worry Y/n, I'm here. I got you." His voice came out concerned, worried, he didn't intend to hurt you.

"I don't need you bastard..!" You say shakily through tears, pushing against him. His face turned cold, he hated when you said such silly things like that

It didn't matter how much you kicked, screamed, and punch. You still ended up forced to strip and into the bathtub. You stared forward eyes watery, knees to your chest, and arms wrapped around you trying to comfort yourself.

Lance was sat behind you fully clothed, carefully pulling glass from your back. "See, you do need me Y/n... so don't ever say that again." His voice started warm and turned cold.

Dot Barrett

Dot is so loving, in another life you imagine you actually could've fallen in love with him, but not this one.

He suffocating, always hovering, always there, then he took you away from your normal. He did his best to make you feel loved, like this was always your normal, and oh was it easy to fall for his loving persona.

But reality wasn't always so nice. Whenever you asked to leave, to go anywhere, he could even come, he'd say no. It was always you can't trust anyone else but him these days, so he had to keep you safe.

Even when you did get to go out, like today, you look in another man's direction and he's in a fight with said man, accusing him of having bad thought even saying this to you as he led you away.

He was leading you back to the car, trying to get you into it while you begged to stay out. He was so convinced the world was out to take you away from him, even saying so as he had you caged between him and the car.

"No one is out to get me, I don't need you to protect me all the time!" You shout shoving against him. He scoffed grabbing ahold of your arm with an intense grip.

"You don't need me, is that what you think?"He said it like he couldn’t believe what you said. "Okay tell me what you need, I'm listening." He looked calm but his tone was anything but.

This was his way of shutting you down, using a tone that made you think you were the one in the wrong for even thinking such a thing. With a clenched fists you apologize reluctantly, silently getting in.

He got in on the other side, immediately taking your hand. "I'm sorry love, you know I care for you so much, I just wish you wouldn't say such silly things." You hum in response, staring out the window as you head back to your home.