I. I had some divine inspiration. Who up hurt/comforting they Alexander Sartorius????!??!!?!?!?
TW: Mention of death, blood, a knife, SPOILERS for Doctor Phosphorus's backstory
Written by: Mod Diggers
Word Count: 2191
The plaza of Belle Reve was bustling today- you had prisoners playing ping pong, others playing checkers, and of course, plenty of fighting. Today was not a day where you felt like you were capable of tolerating the bustle of your peers, it was one of those days that the outside world simply wasn’t an option for you, all too overwhelming to consider. It was the kind of day where nothing sounded more ideal than curling up on your bunk with a book nestled perfectly in your palm.The thin sheet of a blanket was draped over your lap, and your lips were in a soft pout as your finger trailed delicately over the page, entirely entranced.
It wasn’t until you heard the awkward sound of someone clearing their throat that you were snapped out of the temporary spell of your book, your eyes shooting open and head whipping to the door of your cell to see Alexander. His skull peered into you from across the room, not any different in appearance than usual, but you could simply sense that something was wrong. The melancholy in the room was palpable and emanating from Alexander, just as potent as the glow coming from his irradiated form. “Hey,” is all Alexander would say, his tired sockets looking into you as you moved to set your book to the side, gently patting the cot next to you. “Hey…” you whisper softly, watching as his feet would drag against the floor, grunting as he flopped on the cot beside you and leaned against the wall, the back of his skull hitting against the concrete.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your soft voice was a stark contrast to the deep emotion in the room, but Alexander softly shook his head. “Not yet.” He would answer curtly, staring blankly in front of him. The flames that would gently flicker across his body would softly crackle, providing a brief reprieve from total silence. You were silent in turn, waiting a few moments before speaking. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk, Alex,” you would reassure, your hand slowly slipping over the sheets to rest atop his own planted palm, your thumb gently stroking his translucent knuckles. At the intimate act and use of his name, Alexander would ball up the sheet in his fist, scorching it before letting it go and groaning. “Shit- Sorry- Sorry… I’ll give you mine.” He rubbed his face with his palm, looking at you with an- as per usual- unreadable expression. “No- No. Don’t worry about it- it’s fine! I-I’m sure they would replace it if I asked?” You could tell Alexander was squinting scrutinizingly at you, blushing as you turned your head and pouted softly. Alexander would sigh at your reaction, having sought you out for comfort in the first place and already afraid he would run you away.
Alexander was full of so many thoughts, so many words, yet, he couldn’t find the energy to speak any of them. His gaze was full of longing, yearning, and it killed him that you couldn’t see it. Despite not being able to see it, you certainly still could, in a way. You saw and felt the pain in his eyes, the utter loneliness that was pooling in his glowing chest cavity, and it was just as painful for you. No one takes pleasure in seeing their lover in pain.
It felt like time was slowed as you carefully reached to the side, moving to take Alexander in your arms. This was completely alien to the both of you- while you were both in an established relationship, you hadn’t had a discussion on intimacy, but if anyone seemed like they needed a hug right now, it was Alexander. Your arms enveloped him with just the right amount of pressure, still giving him an opportunity to pull away if desired. Alexander was as stiff as a board as his arms hovered to your sides, grateful his expression wasn’t visible. He was in utter shock at not only the gesture, but the physical sensation of it, something he hadn’t experienced in over fifteen years. If there were ever a time where his body truly felt like it was engulfed in flames, it was now. His jaw was hung open, his eyes as wide as dinner plates as he stared behind you.
His hesitance worried you immensely, but you quickly realized- he hadn’t pulled away yet. Alexander was still for some time after the realization, but giving him time was the correct answer. A gasp would tear through your throat as Alexander desperately clutched you flush to his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, fingers tangled and threaded through your hair, while the other clawed at the small of your back. Alexander’s face was buried in your hairline, and due to the close proximity, you could feel that he was making a contorted expression as his breathing grew heavy.
The air was electrified, there was nothing but want, need, and desire in the cell at the moment, but not in a carnal sense. This was far more intimate than fornication could ever be. Alexander was baring his soul to you, all of the hurt, all of the loneliness, all of the doubt, the regret, everything that was weighing on him, he wanted you to see it. All he wanted was for someone to see him- no one had met the qualifications to be that someone- not until he had met you.
Unbeknownst to you, today was one of those days for him, too. He had woken up that morning in a cold sweat from a nightmare- the same one as always. The cot was absolutely drenched, along with his jumpsuit. Alexander was panting hard, swallowing dryly as he slowly lifted himself up from his lying position, sitting up and hunching over, his head in his hands. After a few moments, his hands would lower from his head in a painfully slow manner, palms facing upwards in his lap as he couldn’t help but simply stare at them. The images would flicker in his head- he could still picture Parvin’s crimson blood pooling in the crevices of his cracked hands. The solid handle of the knife felt all too tangible in his palm at this moment- he could feel the sanded texture of the wood, the stinging cool of the stainless steel blade, the forceful grips on his wrists as they were strewn across the defiled corpse of his beloved wife-
Alexander shook his head and nearly howled. He could feel every nerve in his body in a painstaking way, his senses more heightened than he ever thought possible. He spent his entire morning living in fear alone- but that was through no fault but his own. It was frequent that Alexander would miss breakfast- so no one brought it into question. It wasn’t until he had appeared in your room that anyone would know something was afoot. It took far more courage than Alexander would ever admit to step foot in your room, but he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t handle being alone. He had spent fifteen years denying himself the comfort of another, mental and physical, and he wasn’t going to do it for fifteen more.
A soft sob would break the air, the hand in your hair almost tugging with how close Alexander needed you at this moment. You wouldn’t dare move, your arms would only hug him tighter, your brow furrowing as you tried not to cry yourself at Alexander’s broken state- but this wasn’t about you. Alexander would try to ignore the sound of his singeing tears as he let go, sniffling quietly as he cried nearly silently against you, but you could feel that it was far more painful than any wailing cry could be. No words were exchanged, simply just an air of understanding and sympathy. To be honest, you had no idea what was wrong, but you didn’t have to know. You would be here for Alexander regardless. He would no longer ever be in a situation where a burden was his and his only to carry. His grip wouldn’t lessen, no matter how much time had passed.
After what had to have been at least fifteen minutes of his iron grip on you, he would slowly lie the both of you down on the cot, gently kissing your forehead as he stared blankly forward. You would slowly pull your head back, your hand reaching up to hold Alexander’s cheekbone to tilt his head down for a proper look at him. Your eyes would reveal nothing but adoration and tenderness for Alexander, and no matter how hard he tried and prayed that he would find a sign otherwise, it would never come to fruition. He was honestly terrified that this was going to work out- that this wasn’t going to prove him right, prove that he was the monster that everyone else saw him as inside and out, including himself. He so desperately wanted you to hate him sometimes.
“Stop looking at me. Don’t look at me like that.” You were bewildered for a moment at Alexander’s snippy voice breaking the silence, stammering softly. His tone stung, but after the push, there would always be the pull- in every sense of the phrase. His arms would tighten around you despite his words, his gaze boring holes into your own. “Did I do something wrong?” You would ask genuinely, continuing to look into his sockets with conviction. Alexander was silent for a few moments as he processed your question, a million ways to approach the answer- but even if he didn’t want you to care about him- he cared about you. He wanted to be honest. “No. No you didn’t. I don’t know what to do when you look at me like that. I don’t like it.” Alexander would spit out, trying to seem intimidating.
You nodded softly, pursing your lips. “If you really don’t like it, I won’t do it.” “You really need to stop it-” “S-Stop what?” You were far more confused at this point, looking across his skull for any sign of the source. “Stop being so respectful! Stop being so nice to me all the time, stop treating me as an equal- I can’t do this! I can’t-” “Alex. Alex- Alexander!” You would try and snap him out of it, your thumb gently pressing into his cheekbone. “What.” He would speak in a bitter hiss, and you could feel his squinted gaze on you. “Let me love you. Let me at least try.”
Alexander felt like the air had been knocked out of him, a swift verbal punch to his gut as he stared at you incredulously. “Would you like me to be honest with you?” Alexander would ask in a monotone and gruff voice, his face a mere inch from yours. You would nod softly in affirmation, swallowing dryly. “Please.” Alexander was silent as he looked over your face, your face he found all too soft in contrast to his angular skull, in fact, he thought everything about you contrasted him. You didn’t deserve to be seen around him. “When you look at me like that, I’m utterly terrified. I’m terrified of what I would do for you and what I would put you through because of it. You don’t know what I’m capable of. I will ruin your life.” He had no idea why he was behaving this way- he didn’t want this. Alexander had no intention of letting you go, but he knew one thing for certain. If you let go, he wouldn’t stop you. Not out of disinterest, but his presence in your life was doing you a disservice, he was sure of it. If you changed your mind, he knew he couldn’t blame you.
“My life is my own to ruin- I won’t ever give anyone else that power, rest assured. If you’re not ready for a re-” “No! No- don’t- don’t SAY that. I’m ready. I’m more than ready- I was- I was BORN ready.” Alexander tried to unconvincingly reassure you, your furrowed brow causing his shoulders to fall as his hands would only grip onto you tighter. “I don’t want you to end up hating me. I don’t want you to realize that I’m a sociopathic shithead and bail-” “-I happen to be painfully aware that you’re a sociopathic shithead, but I like that about you.” “Why are you so insistent?” Alexander would ask in an unnerved voice, it shaking slightly as he spoke. “Because I know you need me to be.” You would whisper softly, moving to hug him tighter and burying your face in his neck, gently kissing it. Alexander could turn into ash with the heat he felt radiating around him at your tenderness, his fingertips digging roughly into your hair and shirt as he buried his face in your neck in turn. Today may not be the day Alexander tells you his woes, his past, his burdens- but today was the day he knew he could when the time was right.
Please, I beg of thee for some Knight crumbs. (Nsfw plz) I haven't seen anyone do a fic like that yet.
ABSOLUTELY!!! LFG!!! So glad other A Knight enjoyers are out there... I started writing this forever ago- let me know if I should finish it! I will happily make a part 2 if there's interest~
BLASPHEMY (A Knight x Reader NSFW)
Written by: Mod Diggers
Word Count: 880
A soft hum of violin filled the air as you gently inspected Someone’s armor, the rough pad of your thumb gently tracing across the intricate filigree of his metal knuckles as the both of you were situated in a large chair in the makeshift reading nook of Someone’s room.
“Someone hath noticed thou art quiet today, my Lord. Any particular reason? Art thou feeling introspective?” “This is perfect… All of this, it almost feels uncannily so.” “Doth thee not feel deserving of so? Someone couldst taketh some time to convince thee otherwise.” A soft puff of a laugh passed your lips as your Knight turned his hand to gently hold your own hostage, his thumb mimicking your ministrations from just before, the skin of your knuckles catching ever so slightly against his shining metal. “Mmm, it’s not that… More so you never know what’s going to happen in this suitcase…” “Thou hast given a good point.” “The weather is gloomy, but the dim light of the room just… Sheens off of your armor in the prettiest way. The temperature in the room is just cold enough that the feeling of your scarf around me is the perfect warmth. Any time I get to spend more than a fleeting moment with you is a perfect time for me. I never feel anything but content with you, and I greatly appreciate the time we spend together. I think what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I’m trying to say it more often.”
There was a slight silence, one of the armored hands lifting up to gently cradle your cheek. “Thou art feeling introspective, I see. Someone loves thee too. Thou couldst never tell Someone again and he wouldst still know.” You couldn’t help the soft smile that poked at the corners of your lips as Someone spoke, your legs tangling further with his lengthy cloak. “And you see- that’s why. You’re so sweet.” You hum softly, leaning in to rest your head against his chest before your Knight captured you in a kiss, your eyes quickly fluttering shut (Someone always worried you were looking right through him). Someone swiftly pulled away, leaving you leaning forward in anticipation of more, pouting softly once you realized he was merely looking at your pathetic state. “Sweeter than the taste of thy lips?” You rolled your eyes at Someone’s teasing, slowly flipping over out of retaliation. “My Lord… Wherefore art thou being unkind to Someone?” “Surely Someone meant to kiss me longer…” you mumbled, an obviously playful tone to your voice.
A soft hum left your Knight before his metal gloves slowly slid down your form, gently squeezing your hips. “Oh, my Lord… Someone hadst never intended on being unkind to his loveth… How shalt Someone taketh care of thee? To maketh up for such wrongdoings?” The softest breath would hitch in your throat as Someone’s palms squeezed your hips, knowing that once given the go ahead, those same hands would be capable of things far more sinful than their reputation on the battlefield. “However Someone may please to do so…” You whisper softly, the quietest chuckle being heard behind you as his hands slipped forward, snaking beneath your shirt and under the hem of your underwear, gently resting against your pubic bone. “Please, my Lord? Doth thou protest?” “N-No- No, not at all, my Knight…” “Your Knight indeed… Forever and always, my Lord, at thy service…”
Someone moved a hand to raise your leg over his invisible hip, but the form behind you was as real as the faint breath puffing against your neck. The hand still resting just beneath your underwear slowly moved to your face, then pressing his middle and ring fingers past your lips. “Someone always wishes to be prepared at each moment…” Someone whispered before pulling his hand back and slithering it past your underwear once more, cupping you gently and beginning to palm. There was a slight weight against your neck as he rested his head just below your ear, chuckling each time even the quietest of noises left you. “Someone believeth that my Lord will be quick to forgive their Knight…” “Keep it up and you just might be right…” Someone would have to keep himself from barking out a laugh as his hand slowly slid further and pressed against your entrance, the cold and metallic tips of his fingers gently caressing you. “That is it…Relax for Someone… Allow your Knight to pleaseth thou, tis all Someone wants…” “Yes, m-my Knight…” You whisper softly, taking in a gasp as Someone’s finger pressed into you, letting out a long and drawn out moan from anticipation.
“The thrill of hearing thee moan is far more gratifying than any victory on the battlefield couldst be…” Someone shivered as he spoke, practically melting as he felt you tighten around his fingers. A phantom pair of lips could be felt against your barren shoulder as your shirt slid down it, slowly mouthing at the soft skin as moans spilled past your lips. At this moment, nothing but blasphemy crossed your mind. Someone’s hands were your God, and you worshiped them without a second thought- though Someone would be very displeased if you were to utter this sentiment out loud.
SOOOOO sorry about the delay guys... Writer's block has been a pain in the ASS. Posting will be really inconsistent, but by god, I promise you all it will be quality content lol. Hope you guys like this, because I have a blast writing him!!
Hello, still accepting requests? I rarely see 6 content so may I have 6/Reader SFW and/or NSFW headcanons? Thanks 🫶🏻
Absolutely! I honestly started this blog because I wanted to do some writing for 6 so thank you...
6 SFW/NSFW Headcanons
Mod Diggers
Word Count: 1549
For 6, I will be writing as if you are a member of Apeiron, and will avoid spoilers from Vereinsamt!
SFW Headcanons
As we all know, 6 is beyond what you would call a reserved person, and this especially goes for any form of affection. He would entirely be in denial of any feelings for you, despite how much everyone would be able to see them. In the name of neutrality and balance, he would pledge himself to a life of romantic abstinence and celibacy- or so he thought.
6 had grown fond of your presence on the island for as long as he could remember, he could find solace in you when solitude simply wasn’t cutting it. He would hide in his abode, but for some reason, he would still feel this ever growing pit in his chest, one that he simply couldn’t find anything to fill it with. That is, until you would inevitably pop your head in to visit him. You were one of the few, perhaps the only island members he would allow to disrupt his solitude, and when you would, that pit would suddenly dissipate, and 6 would feel at one with himself once more.
He would allow you to make the slightest advances, but obviously only in the name of your comfort. Your head would gently rest against his shoulder as he perused his scrolls, your hands occasionally meeting as you moved to pass him one, perhaps even the occasional pinky locking. Once again, only for your comfort, of course. This is to NEVER leave the solace of 6’s living space, or it would be an absolutely betrayal of trust, and you would risk your entire relationship.
Eventually, when you and the other members of the island get tired of you and 6’s “will they, won’t they” arrangement, 37 had set you up to the ultimate plan. With a book of law handy in your satchel, you would make your way to 6, reading scrolls as per usual after a long day, the only way he could make himself relax. He was surprised by your presence, his eyes flickering up from his scroll and scanning your form.
Once you inform him that your presence is of the utmost importance, you have his attention. You walk over to his desk and lay down the book firmly, planting your hands on it and leaning forward, your lips pursed before you take a deep breath and ask for a debate. His confusion is immeasurable, only multiplied tenfold when you inform him that it is a debate on whether or not the two of you should become an item. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his own lips purse for a brief moment before he shakes his head and denies you. Denial isn’t an option though, and you remind him that now 37 is anticipating the debate, and when this is brought up, he promptly schedules it for first thing the next day, keeping your discussion brief to avoid divulging his arguments before the trial.
At the trial, the point of contention is neutrality and balance, but you keep a constant reminder that if your presence were to be expunged from 6’s life, all sense of neutrality and balance would fly out the window. He would no longer be whole, and he would no longer be able to unbiased, constantly having to live with the utter betrayal of his heart and soul by his own hand. The trial was settled the moment 37 blurted out that 6 was absolutely helpless without you, and that this was his one and only chance to make things right and set the record straight.
His lips were in a tight, straight line, and 6 would look to you with squinted eyes for a moment, asking what you request of him from a relationship. Marriage? Children? Of course, you respond that if all things end well, those two will swiftly follow, leaving the leader with a bright red face, nodding as he accepted your terms.
Since that moment, 6 was absolutely smitten, in his own way, of course. The two of you would find each other clasping hands together more often, the occasional light peck on the forehead, brushing hair from one another’s faces, simple and sweet gestures that showed that you cared for each other, but not enough to be beyond innocent.
You brush, braid, and preen his hair often, dressing him and making sure he looks in top shape for his trials. He often insists this is unnecessary, but you insist back, wanting to fulfill your need for domesticity, one that he didn’t realize he needed as well.
The two of you live separately, and perhaps will for years to come. His need for solitude is beyond love, and he requires patience and respect, and as long as you provide those two things, he will give them back tenfold in return.
PDA is almost nonexistent aside from the occasional pinky locking and brushed hands, perhaps even fixing each other’s robes every once in a while. Behind closed doors, it is more frequent, but not by much.
MINORS DNI BEYOND THIS POINT! NSFW CONTENT BELOW!
NSFW Headcanons
6 is an absolute virgin of mythical proportions. He is the definition of abstinence, even going as far as never having touched himself. The thoughts of you that cross his mind in heated moments while bathing are beyond sinful, and he can hardly forgive himself for it- and by beyond sinful, I mean rough petting and heavy kissing, the acts of horny teenagers.
It’s not that he isn’t capable of thinking of more explicit moments, but more that he prefers the idea of heated makeout sessions and grinding to rough sex. It is a very long time before 6 considers the idea of getting sexual with you, and it isn’t because of a lack of desire, it stems from his fear of intimacy. 6 requires patience, and jumping into it isn’t on the table.
Foreplay is a must with 6, for both parties. You will find yourself atop his lap more often than not, moaning gently into his supple lips as you grind slowly against the hardening length beneath his robes. (Yes, he goes commando.) Depending on who gets fed up first, either you will slink down 6’s lanky body and tug his robes up his long legs, moaning softly as his cock gently smacks you in the cheek, his face burning bright red.
6 is long and skinny in every regard, a prominent vein running down the side of his length. The tip is pink and sensitive, and is prone to leaking even at the slightest bit of stimulation. His cock never fails to hit the back of your throat, and he apologizes profusely any time he makes you gag. He prefers to finish in your mouth during oral, because why would he want to ruin your pretty/handsome face? He would much rather look at it in its original and pristine condition, much better to kiss you with.
6 is certainly not neglectful in regards to foreplay and you, and could honestly spend hours between your legs if you would allow him to. He is slow and methodical in his movements, taking you in his mouth and gently lapping and sucking, his hands gently caressing every inch of your body in the process. This man does not relent, and will not stop until you will him to.
Even longer after the first time the two of you engage into foreplay, will 6 entertain the idea of full on intercourse. He is a gentle lover, and as such, will only make love. 6 is very much vanilla, and his favorite position is missionary. He loves nothing more than to look down at the one he loves while the two of you become one.
His stamina at first is close to none, as he had never indulged in his carnal desires before you. Over time, though, he does improve quite a lot! Going from a few minutes (perhaps thrusts at best) to a few rounds is like heaven with 6. The intimacy is like nothing you have ever felt before, truly feeling at peace and balanced with another person.
At first 6 is very stiff with aftercare, but only literally. When he would hold you, he would be as stiff as a board, almost trying to comprehend what had just happened, as it was an entirely new experience for him. He wanted to take care of you just as well as he had felt you had done the same for him, but he was beyond nervous and trying not to show it. Gradually, this stiffness would subside and he would relax, the comfort and cleanup afterwards coming naturally to him.
Thank you so much for reading!!! So sorry for the long wait, I’ve honestly been farming because I got Tooth Fairy in the Promise of Water! (Honestly kinda peeved that I chose her and then her pickup is immediately after I got her- but honestly okay because it’s at the same time as Kakania, and I’d rather have Kakania than prioritize TF…) Now I’ll be able to write her better… Hope everyone is having a great day!
Mod Diggers here! Sorry for the delay in posting! I’ve been sick for a bit and despite that, I haven’t been able to get to writing! I’ve been sleeping nonstop- rest assured, I’ll be pumping out these requests throughout the next few days, worry not! I look forward to writing for you all!
The smell of long, burnt out candles filled the air, and the room was in a deep chill- not that you and Horropedia minded, anyways. This just meant that the two of you had to huddle for warmth beneath the quilt that rested over the both of you, cuddling up against the cramped armchair that Horropedia had insisted you sit in for your annual Halloween horror movie marathon. How terrible! Your limbs were tangled together in ways thought impossible due to the space, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you was like no other, a safe haven, a place that provided you nothing but solace. While you were too busy thinking about the peaceful nature of the situation, how comfortable you felt pressed close to Horropedia in an intimate but non-sexual manner, Horropedia was rambling on and on, something you had grown accustomed to in the time you had known him.
“-and you of all people know that Scream is one of my all time favorites! In the 90’s, slashers had long been written off as something cheesy, corny, and stupid. I beg to differ, when a slasher is really done correctly, it’s just as scary as any Canadian psychological horror could ever be! Anyways, Scream was a total game changer in the mid-to-late 90’s! It brought back slashers in a way that people couldn’t help but eat up- I think it’s a fantastic movie, the fourth-wall commentary made by Randy is some of my favorites ever, he totally reminds me of- me! It’s a damn shame what they did to him in Scream 2. Uncalled for! Hey- hey! Heyyyy? Are you paying attention?”
You shook your head in a “snap out of it” manner, blinking your eyes a few times as you couldn’t help but stare at Horropedia’s face. “You weren’t! You know I don’t like repeating myself!” He feigned an annoyed huff, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry, Joshua~” “You stop that!” “You know I only keep saying it because you keep responding to it.” “Hey, I only respond to it because that’s what everyone else calls me, but I know I can trust you to call me what I’d like…”
That managed to tug at your heart in a way you hadn’t expected for tonight, your lips pursing as you moved to gently brush Horropedia’s hair from his face, your other hand tugging out his ponytail and carding your fingers through his hair. “Hey. You’re always going to be my Horropedia. Nothing will ever change that.” Horropedia had the softest flush on his freckled cheeks, one that was barely visible through the light glow of the tv screen. “Haaa, I am, aren’t I?” His lips quivered into a nervous smile, fighting the soft noises that wanted to leave him as your fingers would gently tug at his hair as they carded through it.
This genuinely was the perfect way to spend Halloween for both of you. Horropedia got to indulge in his interests, and you got to indulge in Horropedia’s presence. Your relationship was very slow in manner, and neither of you truly minded it. Horropedia for all his life had insisted he would never, ever engage in a romantic relationship. “You know what relationships lead to- the couple gets all googly eyes at each other and then they do the deed and then a heinous killer comes out and slashes their throats open with a bowie knife! I’m not a newbie to this!” His rationalization through horror movies was sure to be his romantic downfall, but your patience is just what he needed. Sex was a no-go- for the moment being, at least, (though realistically, it would not come into fruition for a long, long time,) but you certainly didn’t mind that, everything else that Horropedia had to offer was more than enough to satisfy you. He had so many rules about relationships developed through horror movies, but you were willing to follow each and every one if it meant you were lucky enough to be his significant other.
His personality was something entirely unique to him, and you simply found it adorable. Horropedia always grew so excited when discussing his favorite movies- and was disgusted in a hilarious manner when discussing his least favorites. There would never be another person that could encapsulate all of the perfect imperfections about Horropedia, whether it be his social awkwardness, his lack of filter, or his tendency to ramble over others. All of these amalgamated into the love of your life, though, you wouldn’t dare tell him this for years to come, in fear of scaring him off. All of Horropedia’s rules were truly grounded in fear, fear that he wouldn’t be loved in the way that he so desperately needed. You were his rock, and proved time and time again that someone was capable of loving him, of taking their time, of accepting each and every one of his flaws.
The room was silent aside from the droning of Scream on the television, and the tension in the room was palpable as you played with Horropedia’s hair. The both of you simply stared at each other, and you couldn’t help but blurt out a soft, “I love you.” Horropedia’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates, not having heard those three words in a romantic manner towards him in… perhaps his entire life. His mouth would open and close a few times before his brow furrowed, leaving you nervous, but still continuing your ministrations to comfort him. He was silent as he moved to pull your hand from his hair, clasping your fingers in his before squeezing your hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pause. Once. Twice. Thrice. Pause.
As you held his hand, you could tell Horropedia was trembling, all too scared to utter those three words, though the squeezing of your hand was all you needed to know he felt the same. He loves you too.
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