Please can we get a one shot expanding more in crocodile with the gruff male s/o whoās an absolute bottom?? I wanna see more of the teasing and the reader getting all flustered at crocodile trying to bring this side of them out in public!!
You are the biggest temptation ever
Summary: you just look so cute working that Crocodile can't keep his hand to himself around you.
Pairing: Sir Crocodile x male!reader
Warnings: no smut but a lot of teasing and Crocodile being a menace dirty talker.
Masterlist
You thought it was going to be a normal morning at work. You had spent the perfect weekend with your boyfriend, and also boss, Sir Crocodile... so your mood couldn't be better.
You said "hello" to everyone on the barrack and went to Crocodile's office to give him the morning mail.
"Boss, I leave you the mail here on the desk." you said while doing it, he just watches you from the couch.
"It's amazing how good you keep your cool on the work, like we didn't spent all weekend doing steamy things." he gets up and goes to hug you from behind but anticipating his actions, you run out of the office.
One thing that you are really proud of is being professional, some people say that you are grumpy and scary, but they can't deny that you are the perfect partner to work with. And since you started seeing Crocodile, you noticed that he loves to torment you in work to make you leave your facade... it appears that today is one of those days.
You continued working until it was mid morning and Baroque Works was going to have a meeting, you were going to be there to anotate the information said.
As you predicted, Crocodile's eyes were all over you the moment you put a foot on the meeting, and didn't separate until it end up and the others were ready to leave.
"(Y/N), wait, I have to talk to you." you breathe slowly and went to him, now you are both alone.
His hands grabbed your ass, making you jump out off surprise and the smoke of his cigarette hit your face before his lips got into yours. You can feel your face burning but you can do anything about it, just submit to his kisses.
You both separate with a heavy breath and blush.
"That pants look really good on you." his hand, brushes your crotch, making you shiver. "I am more that ready to take them off."
"Thanks for the info, bye." you know that that answer was going to make Crocodile want to continue his teasing even more, but you need to get out.
You run as fast as possible to your desk and then you can finally try to regain your breath and seriousness. How could you ended up dating someone who was so ready to be horny, teasing, shameless on work...
Crocodile's figure gets to the hallway and you try to pierce his soul with your eyes, but he just gives you a half lidded smile.
"(Y/N), can you have the new bounties ready in an hour?" you are obliged to stop looking at Crocodile and pay attention to your coworker.
"Yeah." you nod.
"And do you want to eat lunch with us?" you thought about declining but then realize that this would probably make Crocodile upset, and now you are ready for it.
"I accept, se you there."
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Lunch went good, you didn't speak to much and many of the jokes weren't really funny, but you still did some couple of cortesy smiles.
When you came back to your desk, Crocodile called you, with a really annoyed look.
You entered his office and he was, sat on the chair next to his desk, with an angry look... maybe even jelaous.
"I was expecting you here."
"And I decided to ..." him getting up from the chair made you choke and shrink.
"You what..." his body pressed you against the wall, how can you feel so little next to him?
"I wanted to bond with my coworkers."
"You didn't want to do shit." he lifted you up on his shoulder and spanked your ass, then dropped you on the desk "you are a little brat."
"I am your subbordinate and we are at work, please, stop making me feel embarrased."
"Ohhh, little one, I know that deep down, you like being teased like this." his big body pressed yours on the desk and you can feel all his atributtes.
His crotch was especially pressing against your and you can feel how turned on he is. He kissed you again, more brutal than he did a couple of hours ago, you can't help but moan and whimper from time to time.
"Maybe you are right, we are at work." he takes your head and moves it with his hand to make you face the clock, "prepare yourself, in two hours, when we get out of that door, I am going to make you do the most lewd and primal sounds ever."
He gives you a last small kiss on the cheek and a grabs your butt with determination.
You end up leaving the office really blushed, and with all the looks of your coworkers on you. Crocodile must be really proud of himself, he finally made you flustered on work.
A/N: this is based on a request made by an anonymous, i hope you read this. And i must admit that i got really long.
Masterlist
Meeting
You either meet him by working for him or by being another mobster let's set the division here.
You work for him
You were selected by your habilities, he didn't care about your appearence, just your effieciency.
And you really were, that's what he liked and what made him ascend you really fast.
When you were like his second in command, you started to feel like you were overworking, same salary but much more work.
In the other hand, he started to feel the most relaxed he has been ever, your pressence was making him be better at work and all that comes with it.
You wanted a raise and he didn't give to you. He saw it as a lack of respect and you shut up, not wanting to damage the good relationship you both builded.
At the end you resigned a week after and he let you.
Spoiler, he couldn't stand it, not because him having to do the work, no, because he was alone and you weren't there with your calming pressence, the bad jokes and that good morning smile.
He lasted a couple of weeks, then he went to search you.
"So, someone can't do his job without help."
"It's not about the job."
"Then what it..." you couldn't continue because he was kissing you.
You returned, now at his second officially, no raise but unlimited access to his money.
You are another mobster
At first there was that cordial hostility between enemies that otherwise would be friends.
Both of you tried to make peace between your mobs but obviously, with your own terms.
To be more casual, you both decided to meet at dinner place.
Ussually mobs share living experiences to see if their life styles combine with their future allies, so you both would do that.
The problem was still unsolved so you needed another meeting, and then other and other, until you weren't even talking about alliances just life.
This is the point were your gangs started to see the new problem and wanted to solve it for their way.
"So, one of my seconds said that at this point if we want an alliance we should be married, crazy right?" you said flustered.
"It's not crazy, mine's said that too. We don't have to be marrid but maybe they are right and we should date."
"If dating goes wrong, we are doomed."
"Then we can't mess up, we can do a contract if that happens, if it makes you feel safer."
"Really?"
"Dating you seems like the perfect idea for me, like i don't desire to do so?" he was talking serious, he wanted to date but he was concious about it, now he had de excuse.
Dating
His love languages are gifts, anything you want then he has it the next morning on your door. And quality time: long afternoons on the office, sleepless lazy nights.
He can't do physical touch as much as he wants to thanks to his reputation and your safety, so that would be reserved to home.
The more you will have on public are cheek or forehead kisses, a small pat on your head or a little brush on the leg.
Then in the house, you won't have another sit that isn't his legs.
Big on commited men, this man has a special calendar in the office to remeber dates with you. He even has the secretary to remember him special dates if he forget due to work.
He knows he can get submerged on job so he does everything he cans to just don't dissapoint you, cause he knows you expect him to be working a lot.
Hes huge, we know that, so you will sleep on top of him or using him as a pillow and pray to not end up as the little spoon.
That doesn't happen ussually, so you don't get crushed but he will always have his arm on you (so you sleep on the side of his good arm)
If someone tries to threaten him, you are the one on lock down.
After a couple of years he will start to think about retiring and have a life with you and maybe a kid. The first thing it's difficult so he proposes to you to begin with that.
He is a master of deals and that applies to you, it's wonderful to know that he always listens to your concerns and tries to solve it or either get to a agreement.
He never reaises his voice with you and you are the only one that makes him laugh, like a real laugh, not the mafia boss grin.
NSFW
He needs to be in control always so disconecting from that in bedroom is difficult.
He tends to be dominant and give you orders (not that you complain) but on particular vulnerable days he is more able to let it go and you have the oportunity to lazily ride him with passionate kisses.
He can make you call him daddy but not sir, never that, everyone calls him that, but in bed you should never, it just clicks something on his mobster mind that he doesn't like. He is with you not in the job.
He doesn't like degradation either, maybe things like pointing your obvious need for him but not hummiliate.
I think he doesn't view sex like an everyday activity, he is a man but he is a grown one. If he gets a random boner he will try to hide it or let it happen, nothing much but... if you happen to be with a skirt or with a particular behaviour or he is specially needy for you, then he will go to catch you.
Definetily a growler and groaner, perfectly able to talk and tell you how good you make him feel and how good you are doing it. These are the times when he is the more talkative ever.
He loves to comunicate with these things cause he is a big man (you know what i mean) and he knows it so he wants to make you confortable. You both had a talk about it and you were more flustered about his serious face than to the fact that he was saying his dick will split you in half.
But things said, then he could fuck you like god, cause he knows how to do it.
He is more of a reciever, something about your pretty dollface between his legs with his dick half way into your mouth, it's so sexy.
You both even tried to take things out of the bedroom and try that famous scene were the girls suck the guy under the table on a meeting.
Spoiler: neither of you liked it so, things stayed in the bed.
This is new to me, and honestly it started as a rant, then it....continued. Crocodile is very ooc here. There's a lot, I'll see if this becomes a series or not, depending on how this goes.
Slightly nsfw
It had started raining earlier, and he didn't realise it until after he started to prepare to leave. How annoying.
Daz was on the other side of the island apparently, helping out with some shipments and Mihawk was, well, lurking somewhere. That meant that Crocodile had no umbrella and had to go back, soaking wet, to his tent. Blast this damn island
The minute he stepped inside, grumbling and in a foul mood, she got up to meet him.
"Oh. Let me help you" She said quietly, coming close to him, peering up at him.
He didn't reply and instead trudged forwards, removing his coat and hanging it on the coat hanger, before moving to the wooden seat in front of the bed, plopping down on it with a huff. She moved noiselessly, already holding a towel, and handing it to him as she worked on removing his ascot. He looked down at her, as she rolled up the ascot, dropping into a basket and starting to pull his vest off of him. Then starting work on his dripping shirt.
She looked focused, calm. He started to wonder, just how and why did he decide to pick her to marry. She was cute, sure. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous by cultural means, neither was she all the more smart. She was more like a little puppy half the time. So why did he pick her?
She paused, and looked up at him.
"What?"
His hand found her chin and turned it this way and that, as if checking out a fruit at a marketplace. She stayed still. Of course she did.
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Sometimes, when he allowed himself to stay in bed for a few more moments, he studied her. Sometimes, she buried the upper part of her face into his torso, other times face turned to the side fast asleep. But always, always, as close to him as she could possibly be when asleep. She had an unruly nature of moving a bit, but soon settled.
Very rarely, she would stir when he studied her in those quiet morning, drowsy eyes meeting his calm purple ones. Blinking slowly as she started to wake up. She would meet that gaze and just stay like that for a short while before shuffling closer and cupping his face, all the while having a cautious touch to her gaze, as if asking, "is this okay? Are you going to push me away?"
Some nights when he came home, he could see she wasn't as loud and cheery as she usually was. She was quiet, and her eyes wasn't as bright as they usually were. She would act aloof.
She would throw herself into reading something or watching something for hours on end, eyes completely focused and completely quiet.
In bed, she would bury her face into the pillow, still close to him. In the mornings, he would find her curled up, like she wanted to make herself as small as possible, fast asleep.
The nights when she was more touchy feely than usual? Those were bad nights. She would interrupt him during dinner by climbing into his lap, turning her face into his chest.
He never understood it, but when he did ask her, she'd reply,
"It's too loud in my head."
The only cure to this, which he managed to come up with, was to give her affection. That was the only thing which seemed to work for her. She'd take in a small but shuddering breath, becoming limp in his arms.
Then there were early mornings where he'd wake up, eyes lazily watching as she woke up, sat up, hair slightly messed up, shirt hanging off one shoulder, and having a little bit of drool on her face and with that groggy look in her eyes and he swore it did something to him. Those eyes.
Maybe it was that?
Her eyes, which seemed to change according to her moods, sparkle when she was happy, dim and dull when she wasn't. He was sure that even if she wore a mask which covered her mouth, one could still talk with her eyes.
Those eyes, groggy and soft when they looked at him in those mornings, those eyes, sparkling and bright when she was excited, he loved those eyes.
He remembers, once when she was kidnapped (it happened when she was coming to the island), he found her sitting quietly, hands tied up behind the chair, head hanging low, a few cuts and bruises across her skin and her eyes blindfolded.
He tugged on the blindfold with his hook so the cloth came off, and met her curious, tired eyes
"Oh. Hello"
"You okay?" He asked gruffly.
All she had done was nod.
He remembered that on the way back, she just looked tired, looking out the window and just seeming more lethargic than usual.
She looked at him then.
"If they had killed me....what would you have done?"
He stared back at her for a few moments, inhaling, then letting out a puff of smoke slowly
"I would have killed them regardless"
".....And?"
"And?"
"What else would you have done?"
He sat down next to her, his hook going forwards and lightly pushing on her cheek.
"What would you want me to have done?"
She blinked a few moments, then looked down at her hands, fiddling with them.
"....Leave it."
"No. Tell me."
She looked at him again.
"What would you have done....to ease your grief?"
Now he was the one who paused. Then he continued.
"I wouldn't feel the same."
She blinked owlishly, confused.
"Feel?"
"Yes, feel. It wouldn't be the same without you."
"......Oh."
She looked down again, eyebrows furrowed, focusing her gaze on her hands as they bunched up the bedsheets. He slid the curve of his hook under her chin and tilted it up, looking into her face.
"You're mine. Understand?"
She nodded.
He leaned forwards, kissing her lips, sliding his hook around her neck and tugging her forwards, shifting to place a kiss on her forehead, resting his face against the top of her head, silent and still now.
She was in a sort of odd position, but he let her shuffle till she was comfortable.
"I wasn't scared." Soft, quiet.
"I know"
She snickered
"Daz said you were more snappy"
"Quiet, you." He squeezed her slightly.
She let out muffled giggles against his neck and beside himself he smiled slightly. There you are.
The strange thing was that after the kidnapping, her sense of hearing seemed to have become more sensitive. "She must have been hit on the head at some point"Ā is what the doctors said.
That meant she had to wear earpieces to muffle the sounds around her slightly to a more manageable degree.
She was sitting on his lap when the earpieces came, and she just stared at them curiously, examining them before putting them on and then looking at him.
"Do I look weird?"
"No."
She nodded and lay her head against his torso, as if nothing had happened. He cupped her jaw and tilted it up, turning her head this way and that, before squishing her cheeks slightly.
"Do they hurt?"
"Mo" She garbled, cheeks squished together.
He nodded and let her cheeks go, before continuing with his work.
He was watching her now, dance her way through the odd path between the bananwani, to him
"Hello" She chirped.
He raised an eyebrow.
"What is it"
She beamed, showing her palm, a small shiny pearl sitting in the centre
"I found this on the beach!"
On nights when his stump ached, she would hand him the mirror and dim the lights. She would make everything as comfortable as possible for him.
On nights she was on his lap as he worked late into the night, he'd hold her jaw, tilting her face upwards as he kissed her. His hook arm would tighten around her torso, flipping her to face him fully as he continued licking into her mouth. He'd leave her jaw and slide his hand up her shirt, palming her breast. Then that night would lead to other activities which would leave her gasping for air, and him smoking a cigar.
He remembered that one night, when the guild had to meet with some important investors at a gala and he'd taken her along, only for him to end up captivated by the dress she draped and the easy smile she wore that he ended up fucking her in the car ride back home and then some. She was so pretty with that glossy look in her eyes, as he pushed into her again and again.
Once he got injured in a fight with the Marines and as soon as Daz left the room, he looked at her. She was staring down at her hands, white knuckled as they clutched the bedsheets.
"I'm okay."
"I know that"
He raised an eyebrow. She let out a sigh, then looked at him.
"It's just...I'm worried. I'm being silly I know but-"
"But?"
She reached out a hand and carefully placed it on his, squeezing it slightly. She offered a slow smile.
"I'm just glad you're okay."
He snorted, then grumbled.
"Of course I'd be okay"
She chuckled then climbed into bed, on her knees, moving to cup his cheeks.
"You're the most precious being to me in my entire life, understand?"
He closed his eyes as she leaned forwards, on her knees, reaching up to kiss his nose and rest her forehead against his.
A few hours later, he woke up in the middle of the night, and realised that at some point she'd tugged his head onto her chest, curling around him as they slept. Allowing himself to smile slightly, he closed his eyes again, falling back into easy sleep.
Plants are cold blooded. They like warm and temperate environments. Itās why Vash can handle wearing a heavy jacket all the time. Iād like to think he always has slightly cold skin which is surprising to most people but itās not enough for anyone to be worried or suspicious.
Can retain water for slightly longer than humans. Can also hydrate slightly by absorbing water through skin, this aināt a super efficient way to hydrate tho.
Naturally smells earthy and flowery. And yes Iām basing this off of plantussy shit. I just need this man to get turned on and have the whole room start smelling like damn fruit.
Plant markings arenāt something he can easily control. It just happens when using other powers. They sometimes will appear really faintly if other plant behaviors are being exhibited. Again imma be horny but letās say ww is going down like a champ and itās mad good so Vash just starts glowing a bit as a sign of pleasure.
Ok but what if also the plant markings gave off heat like little lights?? Ok wait now tie this into him being cold blooded and when he needs to warm up he curls up and glows becoming a little heater.
Retractable fangs, thatās it
Also little to no body hair. Of course has some to resemble humans but like idk I see him without like leg, arm, and chest hairs. Or at least itās very light and hard to grow. Independents usually only get facial and head hair just for human resemblance and otherwise donāt prioritize body hair. Maybe they also donāt have a lot of hair thatās used as protection purposes because plant skin is slightly thicker. The thick skin is also how Vash is able to sustain so many injuries and heal quicker.
Has primal moments. I can see him having bursts of power making him act more feral but imagine if sometimes plant mode is just triggered and he starts making silly chirping sounds and running around on all fours.
Primal Vash also loves enclosures. Itās like how the plants are always in tanks, he just likes tight spaces so he will scurrying under beds or wrap up in blankets for comfort.
Scent marks things. Will rub against your belongings leaving them smelling like pollen.
Feathers and flower petals are left everywhere if he transforms. Itās like cat hair.
I just finished TriMax likeā today so now I feel more comfortable being Public with hcs
TW: Body horror and the like
Iām gonna format this by saying overall hcs and then getting specific on how both of them treat/adapt to these hcs and what personal differences they have
Duo Headcannons
Every time their voicebox reopens their voice takes on a different tone
Most of the time itās imitating voices theyāve heard in the past, sometimes itās a weird amalgamation of them creating a new voice.
For example when they only knew Rem their voices would sometimes go a bit too high pitched like itās their original voice mixed with Rem or just straight up Rem
Their eyes are very glassy and doll-like
I wonāt say life less because they can still emote but I think when theyāre at rest itād be very like IB/ Mad Father Doll Room Tease
Iām playing with the idea of them not blinking but I wanna make it freakier somehow so maybe they blink inconsistently? Like one eye will blink every hour and the other every two hours?
The surface of their skin is always feels like thereās an electric current underneath, like you touch their arm and they have buzzies
Independents in general start off looking very uncanny as a newborn, grow into a child that looks very human, and as they rapidly age they start to become more plant like again (got inspo for this from possuminatrenchcoat_27 on tiktok)
This could possibly be a newer adaptation after what happened with Tesla assuming that Tesla is the first instance of an independent/ the first instance of an vs independent getting brutalized like that.
When they get antsy or any high tension youād be able to see their respective abilities kind ofā¦..moving under their skin
When the tension or emotion gets too much they start to like leak whatever their thing is, think āHikaruā from The Summer Hikaru Died
When they bleed itās a mixture of blood of sometimes a feather or a leaf or two
Viewing their āhumanā visages as a sort of disguise, Iād like to assume they can change colors
And by change colors I mean change how saturated or unsaturated their skin, hair, nails, and other organic parts are
Like if they do choose they can have the brightest teeth none to man and plant
Speaking of teeth, they can choose how many, how little, how long, how short, and what order their teeth are in
Also!! Incredible muscle control, like thinks Fox in a trap, rather than knaw off their leg they simply move and contract the muscle (and possibly bone) until they can slip out
They can photosynthesize but when they do itās very obvious and very ominous
Like imagine one of them standing looking up, neck limp head back, eyes wide and unfocused slightly rolled back, jaw slack, a rumbling coming from the top of their head and from the ground but nowhere inbetween
Their senses are heightened so in high traffic areas they can get overwhelmed easily, especially considering that they spent their developing and adapting years on the ships where the loudest thing was the machine hum
I think itād be funny if they can make themselves smell like different types of foliage like one day itās roses the next itās honeydew the next itās just grass
Vash Copes
so Mr. Deluxe-Life-Like over here is a hummer
Like heāll hum and clear his throat and make noises to try a get his speaking voicebox to around a tone that somewhat sounds like him.
He canāt just start randomly talking and sound like Milly! Thatād be rude!
So along with the rainforest animal sequence chittering and chattering heās just, āhmm hrrmm huummm buhā¦how are doing? Do you feel okay?ā
To make up for how his eyes are he wears glasses (of course) but also had figured out how to dilate his eyes in time with what he sees in other peopleās emotions (incredible muscle control)
Heāll be purposely very expressive to take as much attention from his eyes as possible so none notices how his eyes look or the blinking issue
Sometimes heāll make himself blink when he knows heās being looked at
So when Vash is getting antsy under his skin youll see almost like vines wiggling about underneath, but very inconsistently
Like if youāre looking at his arm youāll see a long thin vine, that could be mistaken for a vein, jerk around sporadically
When heās getting very antsy the vine will sprout thorns thatāll push through his skin like water. It wonāt leave a wound behind the skin will just fall back together
Thatās why he likes the coat so much because you canāt see the things going on under his skin
So like imagine an almost worm like part of his skin being raised thatās jerking around and moving these thorns that just glide through his skin (freaky huh?)
I think Vash would use the color changing thing for comedic effect, like the usual tinting red for blush or embarrassment, stuff like that
Despite having all these options for self customization, I think Vash would keep it pretty human like.
Wellā not exactly. He hasnāt been in a place to get the details right so he kindaā¦fills in the blank spaces with other things!
Like since he hasnāt had the time to peek into someoneās mouth, he has a dog mouth. Heās seen the inside of a dogs mouth lot of times whatās wrong with it? They look cool!
One time him and wolfwood were play fighting and WW had pinned him so Vash started to moved his muscles around to squeeze out and WW got so scared he jumped like a foot in the air and cowered in a corner
Vash doesnāt photosynthesize often because he typically eating so thatās how he gets his energy
But when heās on the run and another town is a ways away and heās sooo hungry he just gotta Yknow
one time Meryl and Milly caught up to him while he was doing it and when they approached (after passing once to try to taunt him with water) he jerked out of it in a blink all creepy like
Like they were a yard away from his back and they blinked and now heās a foot away and facing them all āHey Ladies!ā fym hey ladies bitch move
For his senses I feel like he kind of enjoys being on the run so heās not constantly overstimulated by all the sounds of towns
Donāt get him wrong he loves towns and people but 24/7 everytime he opened his eyes? He just needs a wee break is all
Smell wise I think heād keep to a grass kind of scent, itās all he really knows
So when Meryl or Milly or Wolfwood come up and get personal with him and ask āwhat are you wearingā after answering cheekily for a while he just goes ānothing, I just smell like thisā
Knives Cope
Welcome to the stage Mr. I-Look-Like-This-For-The-Irony and his special talent How Far Can We Push The Human Assumption
One of Knivesā pleasures is seeing how far he can push what he looks and acts like until people start to think heās not a human
Heās found itās reasonably far if heās careful
Voice wise, Knivesā voice really doesnāt change all that often
It gets more erratic based on the people around you and Knives is usually isolated, since heās not constantly around voices and people like Vash he just has to deal with voice pitching up and down and less imitations
That doesnāt mean itās never happened
When he and Conrad first teamed up and weāre talking more often about their plans and whatās possible, Conrad thought Knives was warming up and being playful by imitating his voice sometimes
He chuckled once and Knives was like āWhatās so funny.ā And Conrad brought the voice thing up and Knives was like āThatās unintentional, why would I wanna win your favor I already have it.ā
Knives knows his eyes are off putting. He knows very well.
He intentionally makes an overt amount of eye contact until he knows the other person is freaked out
When Knives gets to a point of tension where you can see his blades poking under his skin, he just lets em out
To him itās his base plant side telling him to free himself of this embarrassing flesh suit so heās like ah just as nature intended
It could also be why he has the cloak of blades cause heās always high tension
Back to his stage act, How UnHuman Can We Look Until They Start Actually Thinking Iām Not Human, when it comes to their customization options, Knives likes the keep it just about human
He wants to look like his sisters, but knows he canāt get people to do what he wants if they think he looks too sweet (in his opinion his sisters are adorable)
So he tries to balance both visuals. Heās crazy pale with platinum blonde hair because his sisters are also incredibly pale.
But on the other hand, he keeps himself looking somewhat human because what else to should humanity see at its end but itself?
When he isnāt in public, he likes to look ALOT less human, like biblical Angel.
Knives doesnāt get into situations where he needs to move his muscles around himself to escape anything, the only time he did was when he and Vash were younger and playing around
Unlike Vash, Knives photosynthesizes all the time
He doesnāt like eating, it overwhelms his senses. The sunlight? Oh the sunlight.
Knives feels the same way about the Sun like yearning gays and the moon
He will photosynthesize even if he doesnāt have to, he does it so often he can do it laying down (he looks like a corpse and if you come too close to him while heās laying there you will get skewered right ways)
Knives remembers more about the flowers Rem showed them and how they smell so usually heāll choose whichever plant he thinks of first
Thatās the end, this took like two days straight there was more in the thinker and reading The Summer Hikaru Died mid way through making it. Can you tell how much I like figuring out how human is human?
So, not a bird post, but they have feathers so it counts, right? Right?? *sweats*
I was recently introduced to Trigun, and am absolutely fascinated by the reproduction cycle of Plants. Its time to, once again, put my degree to good use. Here goes nothing:
So at first glance it seems pretty damn fantastical. The main character(and main villian) are the, presumably asexual, reproductive products of a creature with significant physiological differences from them. This is strange for asexual reproduction, as such a thing usually results in a sort of ācloneā of the parent. Or does it?
Enter, the life cycle of a fern.
The diagram is a little confusing, but the main point is that the diploid fern(top) asexually reproduces to create the haploid fern(bottom), which looks very little like its parent. The haploid fern can then sexually reproduce to create a another diploid fern, and the cycle goes round and round. Sound familiar? Donāt worry, Iām about to explain it in excrutiating detail. I even made a diagram!
So similar to the fern life cycle. In Trigun, the Dependent Plant can asexually reproduce to create an Independent Plant.
First, up at the top of the diagram, the Independent Plant reaches a state of sporing.
This happens very rarely, as there are only two instances of it occurring on SEEDS ships, and no instances on Gunsmoke/Nomansland. It does seem to, however, become more common on earth, as more Independent Plants arrive at the very end of the manga. I would theorize that this has to do with an incredibly extended lifespan leading to a very late onset of sexual maturity, but that is a theory for another day.
Second, moving down and to the right on the diagram, the Dependent creates spores. These take the form of humanoid infants.
Now, this part of the diagram assumes that the known Independent Plants (ie Vash/Knives and Tesla) are actually male and female(and arenāt functionally sexless like Dependents), which is how they could theoretically reproduce sexually. This is where things diverge from general fern life cycles, as the two sexes are in separate entities not combined into one plant.
Therefore, when the Dependent Plant spores, it would create either X(female) or Y(male) Plants originating from one half or the other of its own XY genes. This does align with fern reproduction somewhat, as Haploid plants are created from only one half of a copy of the Diploid plantās genes. In ferns, both sides of the genes have both male and female characteristics, but for Plants it seems to be split, creating Independents with separate sexes.
Third in the diagram, moving to the bottom. The spores grow into recognizable Independent Plants, with far more humanoid forms than Dependents. These guys would then, at sexual maturity be able to sexually reproduce to create a Dependant Plant zygote(fancy word for baby), which would then grown into a fully formed Dependent Plant. And thus, the cycle continues.
Obviously, we do not directly see this in Trigun, as for the majority of the story, there are only two(presumably male) Independent plants.
This cycles has clearly not been documented in the era of the SEEDS ships, so the initial method of plant reproduction was likely simple cloning with some genetic engineering involved. But it is more than possible that natural Plant reproduction was determined on earth, which would be why we see more independents showing up with the earth ships at the end of the manga.
Additional Notes:
Returning to something I mentioned earlier on, dependent plant sporing was not occurring on Gunsmoke/Nomansland. I would guess that this is due to the levels of stress placed on the Dependents by the human populations relying on them. Had the humans been able to reduce the strain on their Plants, they may have been able to produce Independents, therefore allowing for the creation of more dependents, further reducing the strain on existing dependents. But that is just my pet theory.
I have additional theories on the mechanisms behind Dependent Plants resource production, and what an ideal environment of multiple plants living freely might look like, but that is for another post.
Thank you for reading! I honestly don't know if I will do any more non-bird metas, but if you liked this, you can always look at #bfw(my general works tag). As always, my ask box is open to suggestions for bird stuff for me to check out!
NESTING? PLS š like ARE WE CONNECTED SOMEHOW this is so good
i have drowsy knives purring himself to sleep stuck in my head now--THIS IS LITERAL GOLD š it would take a v special s/o to pick up the slight nuances of his emotions too n he'd be head over heels š„ŗ
but nesting instincts š„ŗ please for the love of everything knives elaborate i i i wanna know all there is to know ab this man š„ŗšš
n maybe vashy seperately too?? š„“
Authors Note: Turned this into a full post because I'm procrastinating my drabbles anyways lmao this is going to give away a teeny tiny bit of my uncanny Vash post I'm making but I love talking about the Twins and their less than human instincts
Savern Twins Nesting HC's
Knives
ā¢Knives is surprisingly the less embarrassed of the twins about nesting instincts, this is solely based on the fact that he doesn't see his plant qualities to be anything to be ashamed about, it's just another thing that sets him apart from humans
ā¢Although, no one (besides you) knows about Knives nest. You may wonder how the two points can co-exist but that because a Plant's nest is supposed to be somewhere secure and safe. So while he's not embarrassed that he has a nest, he's not going to openly talk about it and risk giving away someone trying to get a peek of it (not that he really openly talks about anything)
ā¢Knives nest is big, he had a bed custom made that's larger than a kings but circular and with plush raised walls so it feels not secure and less in the open. He's collected various blankets and pillows that fill the empty space so that he can bundle up under them, all of it is white because he refuses to let his nest look ugly or disorganized
ā¢He's a perfectionist too so he spends a lot of time organizing and reorganizing his nest. Every time he gets a new blanket or pillow to add he has to redo the whole thing to make sure it's in the perfect spot or else he refuses to sleep in it
ā¢Now Knives doesn't have to sleep much like he doesn't have to eat, but sleeping is something enjoys. He stresses about his plans a lot even if he doesn't show it outwardly. What better way to destress than napping in his nest?
ā¢Whenever he decides to officially make you his mate (yes he calls it that, what else is he supposed to call it? Everything else sounds too human) all his instincts will scream at him to burrow into his nest
ā¢For awhile you'll actually be hard pressed to even be allowed out of the nest, because why would you want to leave? As your mate Knives needs to keep you safe, and where's the safest place in the world? His safest place in the world, so please stop trying to leave the nest- you're hungry? fine he'll bring you food that you can eat in the nest
ā¢I honestly don't think Independents hold body heat because their sisters live in water, which is one of many reasons they nest. It's also why Nai will drag you in with him when he wants to sleep so he can bum off your body heat. That's when when you learn he can purr (yeah thats right Plants purr propaganda) naps like this are the best. It's hard to stay awake when he's got you cuddled under blankets, gentle rumbles lulling you asleep
ā¢After awhile you'll be allowed out so long as you are by his side or being escorted by Legato, or atleast unless you get pregnant
ā¢If Knives manages to get you pregnant...you are banished to the nest again. It's not so bad though, besides he likes you like this. All round and full of his child, surrounded by plush comforters and pillows that cradle your form. At this point he won't leave your side unless he has to, if his instincts were bad before then they are haywire now, he stays curled up with you because theres no way you'd be able to defend yourself in a state like this, it's his job as your mate to keep you and his unborn child safe and sound, tucked away from the rest of the world
ā¢When the baby is born it's where you'll spend most your time too, I mean...c'mon think about it. Your little one all tucked against you and Nai curled protectively around both of you, gentle purrs from both him and your baby as both their plant markings glow ever so slightly? If there's such thing as heaven this is it
ā¢Knives has purposely made his nest large enough to hold his growing family, so no matter how many children you have you'll all get to curl up in the nest to find comfort or just to sleep.
ā¢I think unfortunately once the children hit a certain age they are kicked out of the nest lol, it's more reserved for a Plants mate and young ones, so starting at maybe teen age it's time for them to make their own nest
ā¢This isn't to say they aren't ever allowed in at all though. If Knives children are in any sort of distress his instincts kick in telling him to make sure their safe so in times like that they are still allowed in, the purpose of the nest is to provide him and his family with safety and comfort so no matter what it's there waiting for you
Vash
ā¢Vash is admittedly a bit more embarrassed about the fact that he nest
ā¢He tries his best to blend in with humans and thinks that people might find it weird that his instincts are constantly telling him to grab every soft thing he can find and hunker down
ā¢Not that it really matters because he's always on the run anyways, he doesn't have time to stop and nest in the first place which makes it an easy an excuse to not nest at all, so Vash doesn't have a nest...right?
ā¢Wrong. Like I said it's instinct and even Vash can't help but begin to nest in whatever shitty motel room he's in, especially if he's had a really rough day and just wants to sleep.
ā¢Vash's nest is...admittedly a bit more pitiful than Knives. Knives has the advantage of staying in one spot, Vash does not, so he doesn't have a single nest but more so a hastily made one consisting of anything soft he can find. old blankets, pillows, clothes, rags, and even his own coat all make up his haphazard resting place.
ā¢When he meets you though oh boy does it make it harder to resist the urge to stay and make a nice big nest for the two of you to hide away in
ā¢It takes awhile for you to learn of Vash's little habit because he tries really hard to hide it away. He doesn't want you to think he's weird so when he does show it to you and you don't react negativly he's shyly asking, "do you...want to get in it?"
ā¢Please say yes, his heart can't take any other answer. After that Vash is more keen on nesting even though the two of you travel, you even buy him a couple blankets that you pack up and bring so that he has something more consistant to nest with. The two of you will arrive at the motel for the night and you sit on the bed watching as Vash sleepily mulls over the blankets, pillows, and clothes he's choosen and organses it in a satisfactory way before he weakily pulls you in with him, purring as he cuddles up to you
ā¢If you run your hand through his hair you'll be rewarded with more purrs and him nuzzling into your hand, but don't comment on it or he'll get embarrassed and hide his face into the blankets while he pulls away
ā¢Vash wouldn't try to get you pregnant unless it was after he dealt with his brother and at that point I think he'd have a more permanent nest. Whether that's on Ship 3 or your own little home he's finally got a spot that he knows is always there, perfect to keep you in while you grow your baby!
ā¢Vash loves spending time in the nest, it's from a mixture of putting off his instincts so long when he was on the run and the fact he actually has a place of comfort for once that does it, so if you can't find your partner...he's most likely buried in the nest
ā¢It's super cute though, you'll walk in the room and softly call "Vash?" and his head will peak out of the mountain of blankets eyes still half lidded with sleep and hair all messy as he says a soft "hmm?"
ā¢This nest is still a bit more messy and it's one of those "it looks disorganized but Vash know exactly where everything is" situations, he doesn't really care about colors or anything, infact it's proably mostly blankets that other people have gifted him over the years, he feels like it tells a story
ā¢Unlike Knives, you'll have to be the one to eventually kick the kids out of the nest once they get older because "what do you mean they can't stay in here with us? Their still our baby!" "Vash their 20" "and?"
ā¢Vash's plant marks always appear when he's in the nest, he can't help it! It's so comforting, besides he has you here warming him up and your kids cuddled in the covers- oop he's crying, don't worry they're happy tears
After note: I hope you liked it!!! I wanted to add more stuff about you being able to read Knives but it didn't really fit so that might have to be saved for another list I'm a firm "the boys do weird but cute animal things" believer and it's my job to infect people with that propaganda
idk if you'd write for two but uh...any HC's for Livio and Razlo sharing you??? Those boys are on my mind all the time...
damn, this sounds like fun since the two of them are completely different, love the idea though š„µ
You don't really klnow how this started, but at some point Livio and Razlo came to an understanding that you equally belong to both of them, and you wouldn't say it was an issue for you.
They were both your beloved boys and the fact that they shared the same body has made it even hotter.
You never had any doubts about which one was fronting when you've had sex with them.
Livio has always been more gentle, more romantic and careful. Sometimes even timid and shy, no matter how long you've been together.
So sometimes it all started with Livio making you cum onto his tongue and fingers, later allowing you to ride him the way you liked so much, jumping up and down on his thick cock, your hands desperately clutching onto his chest.
When you felt his cock pulsing inside of you, spouting your insides with hot cum, you've heard "No let me have my fun with her" and the same second you've been turned onto your back, the huge cock still filling your abused pussy. One look into his eyes - and you know it is Razlo.
And you're more sure of it since he's now pounding you mercilessly onto the mattress, encaging you under him with his whole body and tugging your thighs higher above his waist to get even deeper inside of you.
The pace and the strengh which he fucks you is different, and contrary to Livio, Razlo is much more vocal now. He grunts and pants loadly, saying how wet anp perfect are you for him, how your dirty whole is swalloving him whole. Which would've made Livio die instantly.
The most fun thing is when they both share their body at the same time, and you feel both like Razlo is enthusiastically stuffing you with his cock, while it's Livio who is circling your clit so so gently, pressing sweetest tenderest kisses to your neck and collarbones.
It's not happening often though, cause you usually come way too fast and they both chuckle at how quickly you become fucked out from their shared attention.
āIām tired Livioā¦Ā I canāt just keep running away like this.ā tears clinging to the corner of your eyes, threatening to escape and flow down your cheeks, but you try your best to hold them in as you turn to look at him. For as long as heās known you, Livio never expected you to say anything remotely to what you just said.Ā āTheyāll never leave me alone Livā¦Ā No matter where I go, or what I do, they will find a way to come back in.āĀ
You close your eyes and look away from him, the way his amber eyes gazed into yours, made your heartache.Ā āB-Butā¦.ā he tried to say something, anything to make sense of what was said to him, but he was in a state of shock.Ā āIām sure there has to be something else.Ā Anything but that?ā his tone laced with worry and urgency as he hurries over towards you.Ā Ā
āLivā¦Ā Iāve had enoughā¦ā the tears you tried so hard to keep hidden, now spilling from the corner of your eyes and running down your rosy cheeks. āWhat if one day, they send someone else?ā you reached over, taking one of his hands in yours and turning his palm up so you could look at it.Ā āWhat if that person accomplishes what you refused to do?ā you wiped your tears from your cheeks, trying to ignore the broken sounds coming from you and distracting yourself with his hand.Ā
You took note of each additional scar and bump he procured since the last time you held them.Ā Although it hurt you deeply, knowing he was still out there risking what little life he had, you still welcomed the warmth his hands provided.Ā It almost reminded you of home.Ā
āThe secrets I know Liv, itās way too much for them to roam around freely,...Ā They wonāt rest until Iām gone.ā your eyes remained on his hand, knowing his amber orbs never strayed from where the both of you joined.Ā He carefully watches as the soft pad of your fingertip dances along his calloused palm, occasionally brushing over the sensitive bits that make his fingers twitch.Ā āIāve already made up my mindā¦Ā And even if Nico were here with us, it wouldnāt change anything.āĀ
Taking in a deep breath, slowly building the courage you desperately sought before looking up at him.Ā The countless times youāve witnessed Livio cry, you still find yourself falling apart, watching the tears that barely held onto his thick lashes and the broken expression on his face.Ā No one should endure the pain and suffering from one's words, especially one so near and dear to their heart.Ā Ā
You let go of his palm and reach up to hold his head in your hands, your thumb brushing along the apple of his cheek, wiping the stray tears from his complexion.Ā He refrains from uttering another word, closing his eyes, and allows you to caress his face.Ā āIām so sorry,āĀ
Your free hand moves to the back of his neck, gently pulling him forward to rest his forehead against yours.Ā You fear his silence was a sign that he was in a chaotic state, battling an internal panic attack and not allowing you to save him.Ā Deep down, you knew it was a lot to process, especially for someone like Livio.Ā
āLivā¦ā you spoke his name softly, gaging him to come out of his internal hiding spot.Ā Ā
You were about to say his name again when Livio surprised you by reaching forward, grasping your shoulders tightly, and pulling you into a deep passionate kiss.Ā
The streets were bustling with rowdy patrons experiencing what the townās nightlife had to offer, but inside your room, it was peaceful and quiet.Ā The strong burly man that people would fear and immediately deemed a ruthless killing machine wasnāt the one who was mere inches from you.Ā Ā
Livio held you gently on his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist while his hands explored and grasped along your naked back.Ā He couldnāt help but admire how soft and pleasant your skin felt against his rough hands, the simplest flicker of his fingertip against your sensitive areas had you gasping.
āL-Livioā¦ā you mewled to him, a sign you wanted him to stop with the teasing.
āSorry,ā he spoke softly, hands now moving lower until they settled on your lower back.Ā
Livio closed his eyes, resting his head against your chest.Ā He listened carefully to each beat your heart produced, the nostalgic feeling it brought him as he remembered all those nights he would sleep near you as a child.Ā As his eyes remained shut, Livio let out a content sigh, nuzzling further into your warm chest and feeling your fingers card through his silver locks.Ā The intimacy you both shared, made his heart flutter.
His grip along your lower back tightened as his lips ghosted along your soft skin, before placing meaningful kisses between the dips of your chest and atop each breast.Ā Longing touches and āI love youā uttered between the both of you, a long-kept secret finally out and known outside of your thoughts.
What I would give, for time to stand stillā¦Ā Livio thought to himself, looking up at you and meeting your beautiful smile.
He was about to speak, his mouth open and his words on the tip of his tongue, but Livio ultimately froze.Ā He couldnāt bring himself to disrupt this peaceful moment he had with you, at least not now.Ā Instead, Livio secured you in his arms and maneuvered both of you off the bed.Ā The chills brought forth by the cold night air made both of you shutter, but Livio reached over the bed and took one of the blankets to wrap around your naked bodies.Ā You were still confused about what he was up to, giving him a puzzling glance as he led you to the middle of the room.
āJust this once,ā he whispered into your ear, taking one of your hands in his, swaying your body along with his.
You allowed your eyes to close as your head rested on his broad chest, listening to the beautiful melody his dear heart produced within his chest.Ā Wrapped in Livioās arms, dancing to a silent tune that no one but the both of you could hear, it was everything you wished for.Ā It felt like you were home.Ā
āI love you Liv,ā you may have said those words frequently tonight, but he could never grow tired of hearing them leave your beautiful lips.Ā Your eyes fluttered a few before looking up and meeting his amber eyes staring back at yours.Ā He whispered those loving words back, leaning down to capture your lips in another sweet embrace.Ā
Time seemed to be at a standstill, swaying in the room and remaining quiet before he started to reminisce about old childhood memories.Ā
āRemember how you scolded Nico when he encouraged me to smoke for the first time?ā he chuckled, seeing the memory so vividly in his mind.
āHow could I possibly forget that?ā your lips formed into a pout.Ā āMiss Melanie arrived right when I snatched that sickly stick from your hands and she thought I was in on it!ā you let go of his hand and crossed your arms around your chest, by doing so the blanket dropped to the floor.
āCan you blame the poor woman?ā he gave you a mischievous grin, tapping the tip of his nose with his index finger before bending down to retrieve the blanket.Ā āWe were always together and getting ourselves into serious trouble.āĀ
He couldnāt help the small laugh that escaped his lips, looking at your frustrated expression and the light shade of red spreading across your face.Ā āCome on, Nico and I bought you tons of candy and even apologized profusely!ā
You scoffed at his excuse, did he truly think a bag full of candies made up for a month's worth of double the chores?Ā āThat doesnāt count Liv!!ā your brows furrowed, ready to hit his shoulder until his head lowered and his eyes zeroed in on you, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
āLivio, what are youāā without letting you finish your sentence, Livio lurched forward and snatched your body into his arms.Ā You yelped at the sudden action, struggling and thrashing against his frame and begging for him to let you go.Ā
And Livio indeed let you go, although not to your exact specification.Ā Turning to face the bed, he threw you onto the mattress.Ā You barely had time to process what just happened, before turning to face him and seeing him leap on top of you and plopping his heavy body on yours.Ā
āOH MY GOD LIVIO!!!!āĀ you could barely breathe as the man on top of you purposely used his weight to crush you below him.Ā āWHY ARE YOU SO DAMN HEAVY???āĀ
You cried for him to move, and begged him to show you mercy as you began to hear a few popping sounds coming from your aching body.Ā Livio faked ignorance, pretending he couldnāt hear your desperate plea, forcing you to suffer a little longer.Ā Once he was satisfied, Livio rolled over to the other side of the bed and nuzzled his face into his pillow.Ā He chucked even more, hearing your exaggerated gasps as you were finally free.Ā
You were slowly coming back to your senses, letting your chest expand as you inhaled the sweet luscious air your lungs desperately craved.Ā You turned to face him, the glare you were planning was soon forgotten when you saw him looking at you.Ā The light within each orb illuminated the sweet amber hues that decorated his eyes.Ā You couldnāt stay mad at him, not Livio.Ā Ā
It had been so long since the both of you shared such a playful moment, making you laugh as he followed soon after.Ā Warmth spread throughout your whole body, hearing his sweet laugh brought you nothing but pure joy.Ā
āHold me,ā you asked him, extending your arm out for him to grab.Ā
Thick fingers intertwined with yours, before Livio pulled you close to him.Ā Another moment of peaceful silence, as your head rested against his broad chest.Ā Listening to his soft breathing as your head moved up and down with each inhale and exhale.Ā Livioās head lay atop yours, his nose buried within your hair and taking in your scent.Ā He wanted to remember your smell, the way your body fit perfectly with his, the little sounds you made when you felt ticklish or tiredā¦Ā Those small details he deemed important that made you, you.Ā
While Livio relished in his paradise, you couldnāt help but feel haunted by what lay in the little black pouch, that sat on the nightstand next to your bed.Ā You felt your heart skip a beat, thinking of the inevitable that would soon take place.
āI-I will forever be grateful for everything youāve given me Liv,āĀ
You fail to notice the way your body quivered from the sudden rush of emotions coming forth, but you couldnāt ignore the stinging from your eyes, the tears that clung to your lashes as you slowly started to sob.Ā āI-Iām so sorry if I could notāāĀ
āI never want you to feel like you had any obligation to repay me!ā he immediately cuts you off, and your eyes widen as he takes your chin and forces you to face him.Ā āI will forever cherish every single second you and I spent together.Ā From the happy childhood memories I hold dear to me when I was just a shy little boy who grew weak every time you held my hand.āĀ Ā
You attempt to say something, but the only sound you can produce is a mix of broken sobs and whimpers.Ā You couldnāt even look straight at him, choosing to close your eyes and sob profusely as he held your head in place.Ā It was his heart that now aches, leaning into you and whispering soothing words into your ears.Ā
āMy only regret in life was waiting till now to show you just how much I truly love you.āĀ
Your eyelids open softly to look at him, your vision still blurry from the tears that were trapped behind them.Ā Would things have changed, if your confessions were told earlier?Ā The gentle stroke of his thumb against your skin brings you back and you grace him with another warm smile before he pulls his hand away from your chin.
āI-I know youāve made your peace with all of this, and I would never dare ask you to change your mindā¦āĀ the pearly white of his sclera now replaced with a faint tint of pink.Ā He found it extremely difficult to finish his sentence, but when the familiar warmth from your gentle palm laid against his cheek, he found the courage to speak his truth.Ā āI-Iām not so sure I could ever truly find my peace.āĀ
Livio closes his eyes, leaning further into your palm.Ā You did agree with his statement, finding peace with the idea of choosing to end your lifeā¦Ā But youād be lying if that idea didnāt scare you still.Ā
āI would never ask you to make peace with this Liv, that would be cruel of me.āĀ you wipe the stray tear from his cheek, allowing the bittersweet moment to envelop the both of you.
āI-Iāll do it,ā you arenāt sure what heās saying at first, pulling away from him and giving him a questioning glance.Ā āI found the vial in your black pouch, while you went to the bathroom earlier.āĀ
Your eyes widen as you look at him, but he doesnāt dare let you go.Ā āJudging by your expression alone, I already know what itās forā¦Ā And I highly doubt they are the same as Nicholasā vials.āĀ
You couldnāt subject him to such cruelty, not ever.Ā He watches you shake your head wanting to protest what he was offering to do but he squeezes your arms tighter.Ā āI know what youāre thinking, but pleaseā¦ā he whispers to you, tears welling into his eyes again and a broken sob comes forth.Ā āIf someone has to end your life, please let it be me.āĀ
The morning rays shining through the tiny cracks in the curtains donāt faze Livio in the slightest.Ā His body barely moved an inch from where he lay in bed, the blankets still clung to his body providing little heat as he held your cold body in his arms.Ā
The moment you whispered your last goodbyes, Livio waited till you fell into a deep sleep, before administering the vial that contained the deadly cocktailā¦Ā The familiar warm aura that radiated from your soft skin, dissipated through the hour.Ā Sadness and grief rushed through Livio in waves, hearing you take your last breath and the still of your heartā¦Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
I should have left with her.Ā His grip on your body tightened, memories of the night you left the compound.Ā It was always a mystery how you managed to escape, the truth was always kept hidden by him.Ā Livio helped you escape, watching you open the door and turning to him.Ā Ā
āCome with me.āĀ Your hand reached over for his but Livio shook his head and told you to leave him behind.Ā
āI should have gone with youā¦āĀ
Livio closes his eyes, pulling your lifeless body closer to him.Ā Your lively scent still lingered through each strand of hair, the beautiful memories he shared with you resurfacing to help ease his guilty conscious.
Mere hours ago, you were calling his name, both in laughter and pleasure.Ā Realization dawned on him, he would no longer hear you utter his nameā¦Ā No longer scold him for his little mistakes or evenā
He felt his breath hitch in his throat, a new wave of tears pooling in his already aching eyes, and his heart felt heavy in his chest.Ā Never will he see your precious smile greet him as you turn around to face him.Ā
His cries echoed through the room, for the first time in a long timeā¦Ā Livio felt alone.
These are all old shots of Livio I colored from the manga years ago. But this is how he'll appear most of the time to people--Hair cut short, white t-shirt and suspenders, hat and cloak. Looking like a nearly 7 foot tall beefy cowboy.
On Twitter saw someone mention that they hear Patrick warburton when they think of LR- not the voice I have in mind Butā¢ļø the screaming/sobbing def makes it work- anywhomst hereās some lines I like
