Heyaa,I just read your Commodus x Maximus's sister first part,and I have to say, you nailed it!!!! I'm looking forward to part 2, and I have a thought about how it might develop... I don't know why, but I see a sort of involuntary love triangle between Commodus, the reader, and Lucilla. I can see Commodus being interested in the reader, but at the same time, he can't imagine putting someone else above his sister, so he obviously thinks, "If I love the reader, it means I'll love my dear sister just the same."
Of course I'm not romanticizing incest, but I see it as very canonical to his character. What do you think?
âOh wow. First of all, thank you so much!!đ Iâm incredibly glad you liked it,and it honestly motivates me so much to see any form of appreciation from you all!
âAnd honestly? this analysis is brilliant and so canonically accurate to his character. Commodus is a deeply damaged individual, and his obsession with Lucilla stems from his deep need for validation. Introducing the reader into this dynamic creates a terrifying parallel in his mind; he feels like by possessing the reader, he is conquering a piece of Maximus (the last one left in the whole world, as far as he knows), while maintaining his suffocating/obsessive grip on his sister...the thing is, both of these women were deeply tied to Maximus. So If you ask me,it's a twisted balancing act where he lowkey uses both women as objects to feed his bottomless insecurity and take away everything that belonged to his rival.
hii!! i am so happy to know that someone is still writing for gladiator films. What about a reader who is a female gladiator with geta and caracalla? your choice if headcanons or one-shot, I was thinking about a kind of show in the Colosseum where she plays a mythical woman destined to die (you choose who) and her opponent (a male) has also to play his part...It's more of a symbolic thing, in fact obviously EVERYONE expects her to be killed in a few seconds. But what they don't know is that she's actually pretty skilled with swords since her father taught her since she was little,so plot twist for everyone in there:SHE kills the man, maybe saying some catchy phrase or something impactful. How would the two emperors react? What could happen?
Penthesilea
âPairing: Geta x Reader x Caracalla
âSummary: Cast as the tragic amazon queen Penthesilea in a rigged Colosseum re-enactment, Y/N is expected to die under the blade of Rome's "Achilles" to satisfy the crowd. The directors even left the champion without a helmet to ensure the tragic finale is fully visible for the imperial box. But they didn't count on one thing: Y/Nâs father secretly trained her in the blade since she was a little girl, making her perfectly able to defend herself. Therefore, when she completely shatters the myth by taking Achilles' head, the twin emperors are forced to face a dangerous new variable.
âWarnings: Canon-typical Violence, decapitation (not very graphic tho), possible historical imperfections, a bit of misogyny if you squint your eyes.
âNote: This request was very fun to write as I recently rewatched the movie, but it turned out shorter than I expected. I hope you like it anyway, note that if requested I could try to do a part 2^^
Also,ludus=the official compound where gladiators lived and trained.
The heat radiating from the Colosseum sands was thick,smelling of old blood combined with the collective sweat of fifty thousand spectators. At the very center of the arena,she stood perfectly still. The directors of the games had forced her into a short,knee-length tunic with a blue and white geometric diamond pattern: a theatrical costume imported from the East,specifically chosen for the grim mythological re-enactment she had been cast in. Today,she was forced to play Penthesilea,the tragic amazon queen. In the epic myth, Penthesilea fought valiantly in the Trojan War only to be cut down by the legendary greek hero Achilles,who famously fell in love with her beauty only after he had delivered the fatal blow and looked upon her dying face. The Roman crowd knew the story by heart; they expected a high tragedy show where the woman would fight back just enough to look brave before being brutally slaughtered. To everyone present,she was already a corpse.
Up on the imperial podium,Caracalla and Geta slouched on their purple cushions. Caracalla was mindlessly playing with one of his gold ring,snickering at something Macrinus had whispered in his ear, while Geta watched the arena with a bored, heavy lidded expression, waiting for the predetermined execution to be over.
They were so sure of her end that they hadn't even given her a proper weapon to defend herself. She tilted her head back, staring straight up at the imperial box, her voice cutting through the ambient roar of the stands with absolute clarity, knowing that at this point she had nothing left to lose: "At least a sword,Augusti. Or is your Achilles afraid to lose?"
âA split second of dead silence hit the stadium, and then the imperial box erupted into laughter. Caracalla leaned so far over the marble railing he nearly lost his footing, pointing a finger down at her while shaking with hysterical amusement: "Give her one! Give her a gladius! Did you hear the nerve on this girl? Let her play her part properly,sheâll bleed much better with steel in her hand!" Geta offered a dry,amused smirk,nodding to the attendants to let the farce play out. Everyone in the arena was certain she would lose within seconds, sword or no sword. None of them, of course, knew that her father had trained her in the blade since she was a child, wanting to make sure she knew how to defend herself.
âThe crowd roared as the gate slid open and the veteran gladiator chosen to play Achilles strode out. He was encased in heavy body armor, but his head was completely bare. The master of the games had purposefully left him without a helmet; according to the poetry,Achilles had to look upon Penthesileaâs face the moment she died, and a massive bronze helmet would have ruined the theatrical visibility for the emperors and the senators. He moved in for the scripted, brutal kill, swinging his massive blade in a lethal arc meant to shatter her guard and end the myth instantly.
The sharp,metallic ring of iron against iron echoed through the stadium: she had parried it. She hadn't moved an inch from her stance, legs firmly planted in the sand, her eyes locked onto the man's face. The fake Achilles lunged again, furious that his easy target was resisting, but she dodged, stepped into his blind spot, and deflected the heavy blade with effortless timing. The predetermined death everyone had gathered to watch was turning into a real clash where the outcome no longer seemed so certain.
âUp on the royal box, the amusement vanished instantly. Getaâs bored smirk froze on his face, his entire body stiffening as he leaned forward, his sharp eyes suddenly tracking her every movement. Caracalla stopped laughing entirely; his jaw slackened,his unblinking eyes following the rhythmic snaps of her blade against the veteran's one. The Colosseum was falling into a stunned silence.
Then,she suddenly shifted from defense to absolute offense.
âIt happened in a single, blinding flash. A lightning fast feint to the champion's ribs made him drop his guard, and with a fluid rotation of her hips, she swung her blade in a clean yet unforgiving arc. Because the directorâs theatrical vanity had left the gladiatorâs neck completely exposed without a helmetâs guard,the steel sliced through his bare flesh with terrifying efficiency.
The head of Rome's Achilles was severed from his shoulders,hitting the sand a second before his massive body collapsed into the dirt,kicking up a cloud of dust. She had completely broken the myth and she knew it.
âAn eerie, lifeless silence fell over the fifty thousand spectators. She looked down at the decapitated body, observing it for a few silent seconds with a certain detachment. She crouched down slightly over the fallen champion and with an enraged tone whispered: "It seems I was Achilles after all." Then, she picked up the head by its bloody hair. Spinning slowly on her heels to face every tier of the amphitheater.
"You wanted entertainment?" her voice rang out, sharp, ironic, and completely devoid of fear. "There you go! I believe a plot twist is always pleasant!" she shouted, hoping to be heard by as many people as possible.
Then, with a sudden flick of her wrist, she tossed the heavy head back onto the sand and began rubbing her hands together, wrinkling her nose in an expression of theatrical yet genuine disgust.
The stadium exploded into absolute madness. Plebeians screamed her name, patricians waved their togas from the balustrades, and soldiers beat their fists against their shields. Yet, among the roar, a few traditionalist senators and elite citizens in the lower tiers murmured in bitter disappointment, scowling and crossing their arms. They were purists of the theater, annoyed that this arrogant girl had ruined a classic Homeric tragedy, robbing them of the somber ending they wanted to see.
But their whispers were drowned out by the imperial podium. Caracalla was practically climbing over the marble perimeter, his face flushed with a manic and feverish excitement as he clapped frantically like a child with a new toy, "Did you see that?! Geta, did you see what she just did?! She rewrote the poets! She cut his head off and then wiped her hands! She is magnificent!"
Geta stood up slowly beside him, his composure shattered but his cynical mind working fast. His immediate political instinct was to order the praetorians to cut her down on the spot; after all she had openly defied an imperial execution, subverting Rome's sacred myths. Allowing her to live was a dangerous precedent. And yet, as he stared down at her standing calmly in her blood splattered dress,a very small, subtle part of him was deeply intrigued by her sheer audacity.
More importantly, Geta looked at his brother, who was currently shouting and cheering for her like a madman. Geta knew that if he ordered her death right now, Caracalla would throw a violent, public tantrum, protesting his decision in front of fifty thousand citizens. He wanted to avoid a massive conflict at all costs; showing the crowd any sign of division or weakness between the co-emperors was political suicide.
âSuppressing his irritation, Geta forced a cold smile onto his face and nodded toward the arena,silently acknowledging that this girl had just won the first round of a much more dangerous game.
Caracalla suddenly grabbed Macrinus by the sleeve, pulling him down with a feverish giggle, his eyes wide and completely unblinking as he stared at the sand. "Macrinus. Did you see? She changed the ending. The poets lied, Achilles is dead!" His voice abruptly dropped into a flat, chilling whisper,his fingers twitching against the marble railing. "I want her. Wash the blood off her. Put her in my wing. If anyone else touches her, Iâll have their skin."
Macrinus didn't even blink,his face a mask of bureaucratic calm as he glanced down at the girl...he just saw a new toy to keep him occupied. "The crowd expects her to stay in the ludus, Caesar."
"The crowd will watch what I tell them to watch!" Caracalla snapped, his head jerking sideways as his voice cracked into a sharp, infantile hiss. "Sheâs mine. Move her."
Geta didn't turn his head, keeping his chin resting on his hand,his profile tight with aristocratic disgust. "She just slaughtered our best asset and mocked the imperial box, Caracalla. Do you really think such a dangerous mind belongs in your bed, rather than under a headsman's axe?" He finally shifted his gaze down toward the arena,his eyes narrowing as he studied the girl's posture among the blood. A cold,slow smile crept onto his lips. "And yet...one must wonder what else that sharp tongue of hers can do besides rewrite Homer. Don't you agree?"
Caracallaâs smile vanished instantly, his face turning an ugly, blotchy red. He violently yanked his hands away from the marble railing,his breathing turning ragged as he stared at his brother with paranoid venom.
"No! No,you don't!" Caracalla shrieked, his voice cracking into a high-pitched, desperate defensive stance. "You always do this! Every time I find something beautiful, every time I find a new toy, you try to put your filthy hands on it! Nothing is ever just mine!"
He lunged slightly closer to Geta,his fingers clawing at the air between them,his eyes wide and trembling with manic fury. "She is mine, Geta! Mine! I saw her first! If you look at her again with that disgusting smile, I will have the praetorians tear your eyes out of your skull!"
Geta didn't flinch,though his eyes darkened into two chips of black obsidian. Slowly, he raised a silk handkerchief to dab away a stray fleck of his brotherâs spit from his cheek. He did not yell back; instead, he leaned just an inch closer, his voice dropping into a velvet purr that was entirely for Caracallaâs ears.
"Be careful, brother" Geta whispered, a mocking sharpness beneath his calm exterior. "The crowd is watching. Keep screaming like a coddled child, and you will lose the throne before you even touch her."
Caracallaâs jaw went slack,his manic tirade dying in his throat as his brotherâs warning struck the deepest nerve of his paranoia. Yet, even as the fear chilled his blood,his wild eyes never left the arena floor. He swallowed hard, his breathing uneven as he began to mutter in a fragmented and disjointed sequence of words: a desperate, trembling chant meant only to comfort his own madness: "She is mine. She changed the ending,only for me. Tell them to clean her. Tell them to bring her to me."
hiii! im sorry if i'll make mistakes but i am using a translator since English is not my native language. I saw u write for gladiator and thats literally so rare nowdays?? So could i request something for commodus? (of course in this au he doesnt like lucilla) Maybe the reader is Massimo's sister? Other than this I would like to give you a lot of freedom on how to structure it,so choose how they know each other, whether to do headcanons or one shots etc... only if you want I would also be interested in seeing something dark in a way?? but see what inspires you more ofc
Commodus x Maximus' sister
Summary:â Shortly after her wedding, Y/N is left devastated when her husband suddenly dies of a terrible illness in their shared house in Rome. Desperate to help her heal from the crushing loss,Lucilla brings her to live at the Palatine Palace as a gesture of profound respect for her brother, the great general Maximus.â But within the golden walls of the court, Y/N's grief collides with the toxic envy of Commodus. He despises her solely because she is Maximus's sister, bearing the same legendary bloodline his father always preferred over him...but what no one expects is that the envy he feels towards Maximus will soon turn into something unexpected.
Warnings: Grief and mourning,Canon-Typical Violence,Toxic Dynamics,a bit of misogyny (typical of the time)
Note: I'm so sorry I disappeared for a while, but I had so many exams that I honestly got writer's block, which essentially took away all my motivation to write. Anyway, I'm gradually trying to get back into it, and this is the first brick of what I hope will be a long line. Also, to avoid rushing things too much, I think I'll have to divide the story into several parts. As always,thank you for sticking with me! ^^"
âThe house on the Aventine Hill had become a tomb long before the physician finally shook his head. It started with a dry cough, then the fever, and within months the disease had taken your husband, leaving you a widow in a home that smelled only of sickness, regret, and stagnant grief. You couldnât stay there,you couldnât look at the sunny courtyard without seeing his ghost coughing blood into the fountain, and the sorrow didn't just make you weep:it unraveled you. It was Lucilla who saved you. She had always kept a quiet yet protective eye on you, bound by a secret ,lingering history with your brother Maximus that neither of them ever spoke aloud. And when word of your situation reached her,she didn't wait for imperial permission or anything distantly similar. She brought you straight into her own apartments at the Palatine palace,offering you a sanctuary where you could mourn away from the whispers of the city.
For months, you were just a silent fixture at the edge of the court, a ghost in a black stola moving through the marble corridors, but you were never invisible to Commodus.
At first, it was nothing but a cold, simmering astio...a resentment so thick it choked the air whenever you crossed paths. Before the court was ordered to move north to join the Emperorâs winter camp in Germania,Marcus Aurelius's letters would arrive in Rome, and Lucilla would read them aloud. Every scroll praised the brilliant campaigns of General Maximus, declaring how the gods favored him and how Rome owed him its survival. Commodus would listen, his knuckles turning white around his goblet, his eyes burning with the humiliation of a son left behind in the capital, and the very first thing he would do was look across the room and fix his gaze on you. You had Maximusâs blood. You had that same quiet, infuriatingly stoic dignity that made Commodus feel small, and he despised you for it, treating you with a cruel, almost mocking frostiness.
The breaking point came when the decree arrived: Commodus and Lucilla were to travel to Germania to join the Emperor for the final phase of the war.
âYou went to Lucilla practically on your knees, begging to go with them. Maximus was the only family you had left, the only person who could tether you back to the living world after your husbandâs death. So if you wanted something at that moment it was certainly to be able to see him again, and you also secretely thought about going to stay with your little nephew for a while,after all you were sure that Maximus would be in favor of this. Lucilla wanted to grant it, but Commodus intervened. The memory of that night was etched into the marble of the palace gardens. You had intercepted him near the statue of Apollo, trying to plead your case, but he had only laughed:a sharp, ugly sound that lacked any real mirth.
â"The northern front is no place for a weeping widow, Y/N." he sneered, stepping so close you could feel the heat radiating from his chest â"Or perhaps you just want to run to the golden boy? I don't know why...but it seems you're all quite taken with him." he says with a tight, breathless little laugh that doesn't reach his empty eyes.
â"He is my brother, Commodus" you shot back,your voice cracking with a raw, defensive anger that made him blink. You stepped closer, refusing to let him reduce your grief to court politics. "I do not care about your fatherâs legions,or whoever is taken by him. I have lost my husband. I am slowly drowning in this palace,and Maximus is the only piece of my blood left alive. Only him can help me heal from my wound...I just want my brother,you can not deny me that."
âYou looked up at him, and for the first time, beneath his venom, you saw the sheer, pathetic agony in his face:the hollow, desperate hunger of a boy begging for crumbs of affection from a father who was never there. You recognized that shadow of neglect; it looked dangerously like your own empty home. Instead of pulling away, your anger dissolved into a sudden, heavy exhaustion. Hoping that being kind could lead to different results,you let out a soft yet fractured breath and reached out, your fingertips brushing his cold cheek.
â"I know that look,we are both haunted by men who aren't here." you whispered, your thumb catching the edge of his jaw. "You are losing a father to his endless wars, and I have lost a husband to the earth. Do not take my brother from me too."
âCommodus froze. His breath hitched completely, his body turning to stone under the touch of your bare hand. No one had ever touched him like this except his dear sister:you had touched his wound with absolute gentleness, linking your tragedy to his. For a long, suffocating moment, he didn't move, his eyes staring down into yours with a sudden, terrifying confusion that slowly morphed into something heavy and consuming. Then, slowly, he gripped your wrist, his fingers clamping down until his thumb pressed hard into your pulse.
â"A widow belongs in the shadows of the capital, not the mud of Germany." he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, breathless whisper as he stared at your lips. "You will remain in Rome. If Maximus wants to see his blood, he will have to survive the winter and come back to you."
He let go of your wrist with a sudden, jarring abruptness,as if your skin had burned him,and vanished back into the deep shadows of the colonnade. He left you alone in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs with utter frustration. Later you were informed that Lucilla also tried to convince him,but for some reason it was of no use.
The months that followed crawled by in a suffocating,silent vacuum. While you were trapped on the Palatine, pacing the marble floors and waiting for any scrap of news,an horrific tragedy was unfolding thousands of miles away in the freezing mud of Germany:Marcus Aurelius was murdered,Maximus was condemned to death,and his family was slaughtered. But to you,the official ravens only brought the filtered, terrifying truth of the new regime: Emperor Marcus Aurelius is dead of natural causes. His son Commodus is now the sole ruler of Rome. General Maximus has proven a traitor and he was killed for it.
âYou knew it was a lie, you knew your brotherâs heart, but the sheer isolation of the palace felt like a chokehold. No letters came from Maximus. No whispers. Only the terrifying reality that your dear brother had been wiped from the face of the earth, leaving you entirely alone.
Apparently the grief did not want to abandon you,having become too attached to you:it once again hollowed you out until you felt like a ghost walking among the living. You would sit for hours on the cold floor of your chambers, your hands pressed against your chest as if you could physically hold your lungs from collapsing under the weight of it all. You had lost a husband to sickness,and now the gods had taken your brother too...it was too much to bear.
And then came the regret. Your mind kept dragging you straight back to that night in the palace gardens with Commodus. You replayed his words over and over;the cruel laugh combined at the way his fingers had bruised your wrist when he told you to stay in Rome. You couldn't help but think about different possible endings. What if you had begged harder? What if you had just defied his orders, stolen a horse, and ridden north anyway? Maybe you could have just seen him one last time,hugged him,and told him you loved him before everything shattered. Instead, you had let Commodus leave you behind, and that choice felt like a betrayal of your own blood.
âWhen Commodus finally returned to Rome,he didn't return as the neglected prince he was before Germany. He entered the city in a blinding display of triumph, riding a white chariot through streets packed with citizens who cheered out of sheer terror, his sister Lucilla seated beside him with a face like carved ice.
âThat same night, the great hall of the Palatine was suffocatingly crowded. You stood near the back pillars,your black mourning stola bleeding into the shadows,your heart hammering against your ribs as the massive iron doors flew open. Commodus entered, flanked by his towering Praetorians, the purple imperial robes sweeping the floor behind him. He dismissed the greeting senators with a careless wave of his hand,ignoring the court officials completely as his eyes swept the cavernous room, searching, until they locked instantly onto you.
âHe didn't hesitate. He strode straight through the sea of whispering patricians,the crowd parting before his armor like water, until he stopped so close you could smell the dust of the northern roads and the metallic tang of iron on him. He didn't speak. He just reached out:his fingers slowly catching your chin,forcing your head back until you had no choice but to look up into his dangerously erratic eyes.
â"Your brother was a traitor,Y/N" he whispered, his voice dangerously low, cutting through the breathless silence of the hall like a razor, "And...he got what traitors deserve. But you didn't leave,you stayed." His grip tightened involuntarily as his gaze traced your features,realizing the absolute power he now held over Maximus's own flesh and blood:this was his redemption. Maximus's sister would love and revere him,proving to the world and to his father's ghost,that he,the new Caesar, was worth so much more than the man who had stolen everything from him. "So,tell me you are glad Your Emperor is home. Give me your loyalty."
Hellođđ how are you? i hope it's good:") I'd like to excuse myself if I am asking anonymously but i'm very shy,so I prefer to do it like this,I hope it's okay. I love your blog so much and i'm sure you're gonna get very popular with time!! I find that you can get very well what the characters really are like and thats a really good thing.
Anyway,i'd like to request headcanons feauturing Kid,Luffy and Sanji with a reader that is exactly like them. Like,her personality it's so similar to theirs that they look like the same person in different fontsđđ˝ Thank you so much if you can do this,and there's no rush at all
Hi!! Thank you so much,I really appreciate your wordsđ Don't worry at all,I get you since I'm actually very shy too,and I used to do the same when requesting things! So that's totally okay.
Summary:Kid,Luffy and Sanji reacting to a reader who is very similar to them.
Eustass Kid
Since you both have that same obsessive need to be the strongest person in the room,that's genuinely a never ending power struggle. Let's just say that if you destroy a building,he levels a city block...it's an endless war.
"Don't get in my way,I'm the one who's taking his head!" he snarls,his mechanical arm whirring with lethal intent.
"Try and stop me,Eustass! I'll have him begging for mercy before you even finish your next sentence!" you bark back,already lunging into the fray. You don't fight together,you fight against the world to see who comes out on top.
Both of you are like walking landmines. You share that short,explosive fuse that makes the air vibrate with tension. If someone breathes the wrong way,you both react with the same unfiltered aggression.
"What did you just say to me?" you hiss,the temperature in the room dropping as your eyes narrow.
"He didn't say anything,because I'm about to rip his tongue out" Kid growls,stepping up beside you,both of you radiating the exact same murderous aura. Itâs terrifying for everyone else,but for the two of you,itâs the only way you know how to communicate.
You both possess a terrifyingly sense of justice:if someone takes something from you,you take everything from them. There is no forgiveness,only a brutal payback.
"They tried to touch the ship...I think we should take their flag and their captain's right hand" you say,your voice flat and cold as you stare at the horizon.
Kid doesn't even look at you,he just starts gathering every scrap of metal on the deck into a massive,spinning vortex. "Only the hand? You're getting soft. I'm taking the whole arm." You don't need to discuss the plan;you both just think that blood is the only acceptable currency.
Neither of you will ever admit to be soft. You usually both mask everything with a smirk and a challenge,but when things get quiet,you find yourselves sitting in the scrap heap,tinkering with metal in the exact same focused,aggressive silence.
"You're doing it wrong" he mutters,not even looking up from his work.
"I'm doing it my way,which is way better than yours" you snap,shoving a wrench into place with a loud clank. He doesn't get mad,though. He just lets out a short,distorted laugh. Heâs found the only other person in the New World as stubborn as he is,and heâd die before letting anyone else have you...but he's never going to tell you,since he is probably not even truly aware of it.
Monkey D. Luffy
This is a match made in heaven (very cute if you ask) but a nightmare for the crew. If you are exactly like Luffy,the Sunny is basically a floating circus...there is no common sense between the two of you,only instinct and the next big adventure. "DID YOU SEE THAT?! THE CLOUD LOOKS LIKE MEAT!" he screams,pointing at the sky. "IT DOES! AND THAT ISLAND IS SHAPED LIKE A GIANT BEETLE!" you scream back,already climbing the mast.
You don't even need to talk to understand each other. Itâs really all vibes. Youâre both the type to excitedly jump off the ship before it even docks...the crew often finds the two of you sitting on the figurehead,sharing a single piece of giant ham (which Luffy obviously didn't want to share at first,it was only after your absurdly persistent insisting that he finally gave in), staring at the horizon with the exact same wide eyed wonder.
Since you both have a black hole istead of a stomach,dinner on the Sunny becomes very similar to a tactical war. Itâs not just about eating,but rather about the speed. Sanji has to cook double portions just to keep the peace.
"Hey! That was my meat!" Luffy shouts,his arm stretching across the table.
"It's not if I take it first!" Youâve already swallowed it whole,reaching for his plate before he can even retract his hand. You don't even use forks half the time;just like him,you just use your hands and pure determination. The crew just watches in horror as the table is cleared in under thirty seconds.
Luffy is obsessed with anything cool or mysterious,and so are you. If Franky builds a new gadget,you both have stars in your eyes. If thereâs a weird creature on an island,youâre both trying to poke it with a stick.
"Look! Itâs a talking tree!" Luffy points,vibrating with excitement.
"Do you think it has a talking bird inside it too?!" Youâre already running toward it,not a single questioning thought. You both have that golden retriever energy where curiosity always beats survival instincts.
The two of you also lack a filter between your brain and your mouth. If someone is being an idiot,you both say it. If a villain looks funny,you both laugh.
"You look very strange,you know?" you say to a random pirate who perhaps has a peculiar trait. "Right?! I was thinking the same thing!" Luffy beams at you,completely ignoring the fact that youâre both angering him. You share that dangerous yet blunt honesty that makes the average person horrified. You don't see rank or power;you only see people,and you treat everyone with the same reckless familiarity.
Sanji
If you are like him,you surely are just as much of a smooth talking flirt as he is. When you two go to a new island,itâs a race to see who can charm the locals first.
"My,you have the most enchanting eyes Iâve seen in this hemisphere" you say,leaning smoothly against a bar counter to charm a handsome stranger.
Sanji literally chokes on his smoke,rushing over to intervene. "Hey! Don't use my best lines on some random guy! Use them on me!" Heâs torn between being deeply offended that youâre stealing his bit and being hopelessly attracted to the fact that youâre the most charming woman heâs ever met,at the end of the day youâre both hopeless romantics with zero shame. Heâs used to being the only one doing the wooing,so seeing you do it makes him go into a tailspin of competitive gallantry.
The kitchen is a sacred space,and usually,itâs his domain alone. But with you,itâs like he has a second pair of hands that think exactly like his. You both share that almost fanatical obsession with perfection and the soul of a dish.
"The seasoning is a bit off" you mutter,your eyes sharp as you taste the sauce.
"I was just about to add the saffron,don't tell me my business!" he snaps,his hands moving in a blur as he corrects it before you can even reach for the spice. Itâs a high speed environment where one wrong move ends up with you two arguing,but the meals you produce together are literally heavenly. The crew knows better than to enter the kitchen when you two are discussing recipes...
You find him in the galley at 3 am,secretly preparing a care package for some orphans you saw at the last port. He jumps,trying to hide the basket.
"I'm just...clearing out the leftovers" he mumbles,not looking at you.
"Shut up and move over. I already made the sandwiches" you respond,setting a tray down next to him. You both stand there in the moonlight,maybe smoking,sharing that same idiotic kindness that makes the crew love you,even if youâd both die before admitting you have a heart of gold.
HIIIII I WANTED TO REQUEST A MATCHUP PLSSS!!! Iâm straight, female and turning 20 soonâźď¸ If i were to describe my personality itâs kinda just a bit of everything, more on the spontaneous side but i do have my fair share of days where iâm much more mellow and chill. I love to jump at any opportunity to try new things, no matter how silly (ESPECIALLY if silly) because I find that the experience makes everything worth it. I guess iâm more of a live in the moment type of person, I really love looking back and reminiscing about different things iâve done with loved ones. My other hobbies including baking, reading and spending my time learning new things (I really love watching documentaries/reading non-fiction, I find learning new topics extremely fascinating and I love rambling about what iâve learnt to others) My main love language is definitely quality time, closely followed by acts of service. I find myself spending time trying to make otherâs lives easier, opting for small gestures that may go unnoticed over louder ones - like organising their things or doing tasks they may have forgotten. I also make a point to try remember as much as I can about others, whether it be their interests, aspirations but especially the small things like favourite food,weather etc.
Although I may sound extroverted, I do think iâm more of an ambivert. Iâm definitely quiet and extremely reserved around new people and it takes me a looooong time to come around and let new people in. Once I do decide to let my walls down around them, they become someone I wouldnât trade for the world. I value honesty and loyalty and I place the biggest expectation on myself to show those qualities in hopes of attracting similar people.
I get described as bubbly n sweet a lot of the time and i do like putting smiles on other peopleâs faces. I crack jokes a lot n try to spend a lot of quality time w the people i hold dear to me. I find that regular, mundane conversations sometimes make for the best past time - no matter how random the subject. I think iâm a good listener and I often find myself giving advice.
Idk if this enough or not but im kinda just rambling. mmmmm what i find attractive would be someone who also cherishes time spent with others, i hate when people canât or donât bother to give their undivided attention at times, i always try to pay full attention whenever i can bcs it just means a lot yknow. All in all iâd like someone whoâd be able to listen to my rambles about my day n iâd be fine w the same enthusiasm back or just casual replies, as long as theyre easy to talk to i can keep the convo going for a long time.
Feel free to ignore if this is too long, I hope youâre faring well and good luck with whatever youâre going through (ŕšËĚľá´ËĚľ)âĽď¸
Iâll be honest:at first,I thought of Sanji. You could bake together and he is SO acts of service coded...but then I remembered you explicitly said you hate when people canât (or don't bother) to give their undivided attention. And well...Sanjiâs habit of heart eyeing every woman in the room is pretty much the opposite of that.
Then I thought about Marco,who honestly would be a great match,but I wasn't sure if you'd be into him since heâs quite a bit older.
So I tried to find a compromise and hear me out,i'm matching you with...
Killer
Now,i know it might seem strange and itâs probably not even who you expected,but even though you two aren't 100% identical in every single way,I truly believe yours would be a perfect dynamic because the relationship would be perfectly balanced;your energy would perfectly complements his (apparently) stoic and grounded nature.
(â ď¸Skip this point if you haven't watched Wano yet) Also,Iâm not sure if youâve finished the Wano arc yet,but that arc would be a turning point for you both because it represents the moment his deepest insecurities are forced to the surface,leaving him unable to hide them as he used to do in the past. I just know that your habit of noticing the small things would be the ultimate healing factor for him. While others might see his condition as a curse or something to pity,you would be the one to treat him with the same dignity as always. Even though his initial instinct would be to pull away or isolate himself,feeling that he is no longer the composed first mate he used to be,your kind persistence would eventually break through. Canonically,Killer is a man who deals with his pain in silence,and heâd likely expect you to be repulsed or exhausted by his new reality. It's only when he realizes you aren't staying out of pity,perhaps after seeing you genuinely laugh along with his laugh,treating it as something precious rather than a mistake. Or maybe after noticing that despite his being forced to laugh at every moment,you can ACTUALLY see past it and sense what heâs really feeling,that he will finally stop hiding his vulnerability. The moment he sees you responding to his hidden sadness or silent anger,even while his face is stuck in a smile,heâll realize you aren't just looking at him:youâre observing him with the kind of undivided attention he unconsciously craves. It's exactly at this point that the way he treats you changes radically because you slowly become his emotional anchor. He knows that despite everything you're making a big effort to understand what he's really feeling,and he's really grateful for this. What he loves most is how being with you creates a space where his insecurity canât survive because youâre too busy rambling about a fascinating new topic to care about his mask or his permanent smile.
Killer is a man of latent tension,constantly acting as the tether for a captain who is always an inch away from a breakdown. With you,he finally gets to let the guard down. Heâd deeply value the way you notice the small things. While heâs used to being the one doing the acts of service for his crew,having you organize his life or bake something just for him would be the first time he feels truly taken care of.
Don't forget that killer is one of the most intelligent in that crew. He wouldn't just nod along because he would genuinely appreciate the knowledge youâre sharing. Since he is a man of few words,he would find your storytelling and learning process incredibly endearing. Heâd be your biggest fan,quietly listening while you explain a new topic you just discovered. Imagine your evenings together:you explaining a fascinating new topic you just learned,and him actually engaging with it,offering intelligent observations or even finding rare books for you during his travels. Itâs a deep mental connection that goes beyond the simple small talk you can easily have with everyone.
Your mellow days would be spent together in the kitchen. He is very precise and methodical,so heâd love helping you with the technical side of baking. Because (at least publically) he usually has to eat through the holes in his mask,he would deeply treasure the fact that you remember his preferences and make things that are easy for him to eat. (But also cook him the spaghetti he loves so much,PLEASE)
You also mentioned it takes you a long time to let people in and that you are reserved around strangers,and well...Killer is almost the definition of reserved,he wears a literal mask and guards his heart just as much as you do. He would never rush you. There would be a mutual respect for each otherâs boundaries,creating a sorta of slow burn romance where at first you dont even know that something it's starting to form between you two,but it's happening. Things would have a very calm yet respectful start,where you two simply enjoy being in the same room together without needing to speak.
As i said before,Killer is incredibly patient and actually values substance over noise. In a crew of loud,screaming pirates (tbh kid alone is enough),he would surely find your voice refreshing. Your spontaneous energy provides the life and color he lacks,while his calm presence provides a judgment free zone,where you can be as silly as you want without feeling embarrassed.
You like organizing things and doing unnoticed tasks? well,good luck...I imagine the Victoria Punk as a chaotic mess of scrap metal and EXTREMELY loud personalities. Your "unnoticed" tasks will be more than visible!
As an ambivert who is quiet around new people,large pirate banquets might be draining for you. Killer knows it,and luckily for you he's the master of stealth exits. He would notice the second your social battery hits zero before you even have to say it. Heâd lean in and give you a subtle nod toward the door,or use a "captainâs errand" as an excuse to get you both out of there. He protects your peace because he values his own,and those quiet walks back to the ship would be your prime quality time.
Kid would eventually start teasing Killer about how soft heâs become,but itâs all bark and no bite. He actually respects you deeply because you're the only person who can keep Killer in a decent mood even when the world is going to hell. At first he would definitely be very protective of Killer,and would imagine the worst about your intentions...it will take A LOT of time for him to be sure that you don't have any bad intentions with his childhood friend,but when he's sure of it things change.
Still talking about kid,he would never say something sweet like "I'm happy for you guys" but heâd show it in his own way. Heâd start "forgetting" to call Killer for chores when he knows you two are having quality time or sharing a meal. And if anyone,inside or outside the crew ever dared to speak poorly of you,Kid would just handle it with his usual level of violence.
After a while you're together,i can see killer kinda memorizing the vibe of your footsteps...even in the heat of a battle or a crowded port,he can pick out your stride from a mile away. If he senses even a slight hesitation in your step,his punishers are out before you can even realize thereâs a threat. He doesn't just give you his undivided attention;he also gives you a sense of absolute security,ensuring that your spontaneous and at times silly soul never has to dim its light because of the world outside,he won't allow it.
hello! are you still open for one piece matchups?? <3
Hello,yes i am! I will,in fact,post the next one very soon. Iâll be following the order of requests,but Iâm going to try and get through all of themđ Have a good day!!đ
Hihiiiii! I was the one who requested the match up and Iâm in loveeeeee - it was so great tysmmmmm!!! Iâm looking forward to starting my day tomorrow by rereading it MWAHAHAHAHAH! But yeah it was fantastic and I canât thank you enough, I hope youâre feeling better and that you have a great day/night!
Your welcome!! Thank you very much for the kind wordsđđ
Iâd love to request a One piece match up please! Iâm a 19 year old girl (she/her) whoâs attracted to men. Iâm a bit taller than average, dark skinned and have kinky/coily hair. I think iâm pretty laid back, I do believe in fate however I still place a heavy emphasis on working towards the ideal tomorrow. I believe that we all have a duty as individuals to strive for the betterment of our community.
Although Iâm awkward, I enjoy starting conversations with strangers. I really like meeting and getting to know new people. However, It takes me a while to get comfortable and even longer to open up but once I do I value them a lot. I care deeply for my family and close friends and honestly would sacrifice anything for them. One of my major flaws is overthinking and jumping to conclusions, I find my thoughts spiralling if I give myself the opportunity. I tend to spend my free time reading, baking or spending time conversing with others in order to keep my thoughts occupied. I value honesty in a man and hope to find someone who could ground me especially emotionally.
If your match ups are closed feel free to ignore, I hope you have a wonderful day/night! Sorry if this is too short/long. đ
Hii!! Don't worry at all,I liked the idea so I ended up doing it almost right away. Have a good day^^
I match you with...
Sabo
Since you have that habit of overthinking and letting your thoughts spiral,you need a partner who doesn't just coldly tell you to stop,but who actually acts kinda as a tether to reality. Sabo is incredibly observant:whenever your thoughts start spiraling and you find yourself jumping to conclusions,he won't get defensive or loud;heâll simply be quiet and honest,which are two of the things he values most. His honesty is his best trait;he knows you value the truth above all else so heâd never leave you in the dark,ensuring your mind doesn't have any blank spaces to fill with anxiety or doubts. If he really trust you,knowing that you tend to imagine the worst possible scenarios if he is vague,he'll tells you everything. Even the messy/unheroic parts of his job,just so you never have to guess whats going on.
Thereâs something really beautiful about how you both view the world too. You aren't just sitting around waiting for things to happen;youâre both actively working towards that ideal tomorrow. While heâs out there changing the political landscape,heâd deeply admire the way you care for your community on a personal level. Youâd be his reminder of what heâs actually fighting for.
And if you are taller than average? heâd love that. Heâs a guy who loves to lean in,resting his forehead against your shoulder after a long mission,finally letting his guard down because youâre one of the only few people he feels truly safe with.
The way youâre awkward but social would honestly be his favorite thing about you. Heâs so naturally charismatic that heâd find your attempts to talk to strangers endearing,and when needed heâd seamlessly jump into the conversation to support you,he'll basically be your safety net.
Sabo is quite a disaster in the kitchen. But heâll stay there just to talk to you,heâll "help" by eating the chocolate chips or licking the spoon,but really,heâs there because he knows you use baking to stay occupied. Heâll try to keep the conversation flowing so your thoughts don't have room to wander off into dark corners.
Sabo understands that it takes you a while to get comfortable because he also keeps his personal life guarded,as an example his childhood is one of those things that I don't see him to explain in a casual way,you'll have to wait until he feels confortable enough. So in exchange,heâd wait for you for as long as it takes and once you finally let him in,that sacrifice everything kind of loyalty you have would be met with the exact same intensity from him. Youâd end up being each otherâs absolute priority.
The thing is that once you are in his inner circle he is unconditionally devoted to you. Itâs not about being overprotective because he thinks you can't handle yourself,it's because heâs seen a lot of bad stuff out there,and he wouldn't want you to have to experience any of it firsthand. Sabo lived with the guilt of forgetting his brothers for years,and now that he remembers,his devotion to his loved ones is borderline terrifying. Heâd see that same trait in you and feel an instant,soul deep connection. He knows youâd go to the ends of the earth for the people you love,just like he would,and just as he would have loved to do for Ace.
Reply only when you feel better,but i was just asking myself if you would write matchups? in general are there any things you don't write about? and what anime do you write about exactly? thank you very much in advance,sorry if I did any mistake but english it's not my native language.
What do i write about?
Hi anon!! Thank you so much for your understanding. Things are slowly getting better,so I think Iâll officially be back very soon!
Regarding your first question:yes,Iâd love to write matchups! As long as Iâm familiar with the source material iâm definitely down for it. (and I think Iâd actually really enjoy it!)
A few things to keep in mind for now:
1)-Length: Since I'm just getting back into writing,i don't want to burn myself out immediately. To keep the spark alive,Iâm not doing long one-shots for now...please stick to short ones,headcanons,or matchups.
2)-I'm willing to write about anything,but SFW only:I'm just not comfortable writing NSFW at the moment. If needed I could try writing for minor characters,provided that the reader is also portrayed as a minor in the story. Regarding age gaps I am okay with them only if the reader is portrayed as an adult (at least 18+). As I already said I'm willing to write about many tropes (i'm lowkey actually fascinated by the yandere concept,so I'm definitely open to writing that if you're interested) but you really can request anything!!
3)-Old Requests:Since itâs been a few months and I'm just coming back from a long break,Iâm clearing my current inbox. I don't want to work on something the sender might not even want anymore! If you still want your request,please feel free to send it again! đ
Iâm in a lot of fandoms,but these are the ones Iâm most comfortable writing for:
âď¸GLADIATOR 1/2
(Commodus, Geta, Caracalla etc.)
đިOUTLANDER
(Young Ian,Jamie,Fergus,Stephen Bonnet etc)
đ´ââ ď¸ONE PIECE
(Mainly Law,Kid,Killer,Sanji,Shanks,Shamrock,Doflamingo,Corazon,Cavendish,Sabo,Yamato but you can still try asking for others!)
Hi!! Just wanted to say I'm sorry if I've been inactive lately,but unfortunately I'm not having a good time at the moment due to various factors,so I'm taking a break for a while.
You can still leave requests in my inbox though!! For now Iâd prefer to stick to headcanons just to keep things manageable,iâll try to handle all of them once i'm back,thanks for sticking around:)
Stumbling across your blog was definitely the highlight of my week, for sure. Itâs quite hard finding any Dragon Ball fics. I was wondering if you would be up for an Alluka-like reader, you know? The whole Nanika entity, wish-granting kind of thing, with the Grand Priest, Whis, Supreme Kai, or Beerusâyou can pick whichever of these you wish.
(Preferably platonic, with a slightly younger reader, around 15 or so.)
Your writing, I must say, is addictinggggggggg. Looking forward to your future worksâI wonât miss them for the world!!!!! And thank you đđđ
Hiii!! Thank you very much for you kind words! I love Hunter x Hunter so I decided to write this sooner than expectedđđťđ
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Alluka-like reader with The Grand Priest,Whis and Lord Beerus
The Grand Priest
Daishinkan doesn't see you as just a child;he sees you as a dual natured anomaly that requires absolute precision. He is for sure the one who memorized every "rule" of your wish-granting side,treating the Nanika entity with the same terrifyingly polite respect he shows the Zenos.
When he approaches you,his voice drops to a lower,measured frequency. He knows that he's talking to a 15 year old who just wants to be loved,but he never forgets that "Nanika" is listening too. Heâs the only one who can fulfill your "requests" without showing a single flicker of fear on his face.
If the Nanika side takes over,the Grand Priest doesn't flinch. He stands before your hollow,black eyes with a serene smile,ready to negotiate the "price" for whatever you're about to ask. He treats the exchange like a business transaction,impeccably calm even if the cost ends up being something catastrophic.
Sometimes,when you are just yourself and youâre feeling lonely,heâll let you sit near his staff while he works. He won't play games,but heâll provide a silent,powerful presence that makes you feel safe. He sees you as a unique piece of the multiverse that must be preserved at all costs.
He doesn't just "babysit" you;he treats your 15 year old self like a high ranking apprentice. He teaches you how to control your impulses,knowing that an emotional outburst from a Nanika-like being is a potential multiversal threat. Itâs a strange,platonic mentorship where he is incredibly patient,never raising his voice,but always maintaining that chillingly polite distance.
There is a dark,latent tension in his care. While he is protective,there is always the underlying truth that if Nanika ever became truly uncontrollable,he would be the one to deal with it. You can see it in the way his eyes never truly soften;he cares for you as a vital part of the cosmic order,but his loyalty is to the balance of the universes first.
Only him and the zenos truly know the origin of the entity inside you. When youâre asleep,he often watches over you for a moment longer than necessary,his hands clasped behind his back. He views you as someone who doesn't belong to the mortal realm nor the divine,but exists in the beautiful,terrifying space in between.
Whis
Whis genuinely enjoys the "Alluka" side of you. He finds your energy and your desire to play a refreshing break from Beerusâs constant napping or Gokuâs obsession with fighting. Heâs always bringing you exotic sweets from Earth,using them as "rewards" for keeping your mood stable and happy throughout the day.
He is a master at navigating your requests. If Alluka starts asking for simple things like "Whis,give me a piggyback ride" or "Whis,braid my hair" he agrees instantly with a graceful chuckle. He knows that fulfilling these tiny,innocent demands keeps Nanika "asleep" and satisfied,and he treats it like a high stakes,graceful game of strategy.
Despite his neutral nature,heâs grown protective of you in an almost human way. If Goku or Vegeta get too loud or start sparring too close to you,heâll move them away with a sharp tap of his staff and a look that says theyâre being "unnecessarily reckless". He doesn't want anything to disturb you.
When Nanika emerges,Whisâs tone shifts instantly. He becomes incredibly formal and attentive. He isn't afraid,but he treats the entity inside you as a peer,speaking to "it" with a softness that masks the incredible latent tension in the air.
Since youâre 15,Whis tries to help you develop a life outside of...whatever that is. He teaches you how to appreciate the small details of Beerusâs planet or how to refine your palate for gourmet food. He wants you to have a strong personality,hoping that a happy heart will keep Nanikaâs more destructive impulses at bay.
Thereâs a constant latent tension whenever Goku or Vegeta are around. They don't understand that you aren't "strong" in a fighting sense,but that you can bypass the laws of the multiverse. Whis has to constantly warn them,and it's not very useful anyway...
Though he acts aloof,thereâs a latent tension in his eyes when youâre asleep. He knows that as you get older,the power inside you might grow. He often spends his nights looking at the stars,wondering if heâs doing enough to make sure Alluka stays the dominant side of your soul.
Behind that calm,smiling mask,Whis is acutely aware that you are a being he might not be able to "undo". If Nanika ever made a request he couldn't fulfill,the fallout would be beyond even his control. This creates a deep,hidden tension in their relationship as heâs incredibly kind to you,but thereâs a flicker of alertness in his eyes every time you open your mouth to speak,waiting to see which side of you is talking.
Lord Beerus
Beerus is a God of Destruction,but he is absolutely spooked by the "Nanika" side of you. Heâs seen what happens when it gets a no,and he has no desire to be the next victim of it. He treats you with a level of cautious politeness that he usually only reserves for Zeno.
Heâs realized that a happy Alluka means a sleeping Nanika. Whenever youâre around,he becomes uncharacteristically generous with his snacks. "Here,take this premium pudding and go sit in the corner" heâll mutter,pushing a plate toward you. Itâs not out of the goodness of his heart;itâs a strategic bribe to keep its requests at zero for the day.
Beerus has a mental list of things he will never do for you. If you ask him for a "piggyback ride" he visibly breaks into a cold sweat. Heâll look at Whis with a panicked expression,silently begging the angel to intervene before he has to choose betwen dying of embarrassment or triggering a catastrophe.
Despite his grumbling,heâs strangely protective. If a random planet conqueror or a cocky mortal gets too close to you,Beerus will probably delete them before they can even speak. "They were annoying me" heâll claim,but in reality,heâs terrified they might accidentally trigger one of your requests and get the whole universe erased.
If you decide to take a nap near him,Beerus stays perfectly still. He doesn't want to accidentally bump into you or wake you up in a way that Nanika might find "disrespectful". The sight of a terrifying God of Destruction sitting frozen while a teenager snoozes nearby is a source of endless amusement for Whis. Over time,when he gets more...used to it heâll even let you curl up at the end of his massive bed,acting like he doesn't notice,as long as you don't wake him up with a request for his pillow.
He'll ends up growning used to your presence. He likes that you aren't obsessed with power levels or fighting like Goku and Vegeta. Youâre just a kid who wants to share a snack,and as long as it doesn't start making "requests" he actually finds your company...tolerable.
When Goku and Vegeta are making too much noise during their sparring sessions,Beerus will use you as a threat. "Keep it down,or I'll let the kid ask you for a favor!" and let's be honest,Goku does NOT understand the gravity of the matter until something unpleasant happens.
Hello!! I love your headcanons!!
What about Daishinkan (+Zenon) and the reader?
It seems unusual, but the reader has chronic pain?
It may be strange and seem impossible, but imagine Zenon's energy noticeably alleviating the reader's chronic pain. Perhaps even Beerus's energy of destruction practically eliminates the reader's pain.
When the reader is near Hakaishin and Zenon, whose divine energy of destruction unconsciously affects their chronic pain, they feel so alive that they joyfully cry.
Reader with chronic pain-headcanons
The Zenos+Daishinkan:
Being near the Omni kings is like being under a heavy,perfectly numbing anesthetic. Their energy is so concentrated that it doesn't just "soothe" the reader's chronic pain;it deletes the signal entirely. Because they represent both the "Everything" and the "Nothing" their presence essentially resets the reader's nervous system to a state of zero.
While the Zenos might not fully grasp the human concept of "pain" the Grand Priest notices everything. He observes the readerâs breathing even out and their trembling stop the moment they enter the throne room. He doesn't say anything sentimental,but he might subtly usher the reader closer to the Omni kings if he sees a flare up starting.
The moment the pain vanishes completely near the Zenos and Daishinkan,the reader is overwhelmed. They feel so light and unburdened that they almost feel like they could float away,a sensation so alien that the only possible physical response is to break down into happy,shaking sobs. This is the shock of a body that it's finally doing okay,leaving it totally surprised.
The zenos don't even realize they are doing it. To them,the reader just becomes "quieter" and more fun to be around. When the reader starts joyfully crying,they tilt their heads in perfect sync,thinking it's a strange new game,perhaps even reaching out to poke at the tears with innocent curiosity.
Daishinkan surely views the readerâs pain as a structural inefficiency. While he doesn't use his own power to heal directly,he appreciates the "stillness" that the Zenos' energy brings to the reader. His gaze as the reader joyfully cries is one of mild,enigmatic curiosity,as if he's observing a rare and beautiful chemical reaction.
Sometimes,heâll strike up a conversation just to keep the reader in the room longer,not because heâs chatty,but because heâs curious to see how long the "pain free" effect lasts before the human soul becomes overwhelmed by divine pressure.
The Zenos start to associate the readerâs presence with a specific "vibe". They notice that when the reader is happy and pain free,their own energy seems to sparkle more. "Look! The human is glowing now!" theyâll shout,not realizing the "glow" is just the reader finally being able to stand up straight without suffering.
When the pain vanishes,the readerâs other senses become hyper aware. They notice the smell of the palaceâs ozone,the exact hum of the Grand Priestâs staff,and the terrifying beauty of the Zenos' power. Everything is more vivid because they aren't spending 90% of their brainpower just trying to ignore the agony.
Lord Beerus:
Let's be honest,it probably becomes a silent agreement. The reader brings Beerus the most exquisite,delicate snacks from Earth,and in exchange,Beerus "tolerates" the reader sitting right next to his lounge chair for hours. Itâs a transaction:gourmet pudding for a pain free afternoon.
Beerusâs Destruction energy acts like a cauterizer. Itâs an intense,burning heat that instead of hurting the reader,targets and "destroys" the pain signals in their nerves. Itâs a more aggressive form of relief than the Zenos',feeling almost like a heavy,numbing drug.
Beerus rarely acknowledges it. Heâll be sitting on his lounge chair,waiting for Whis to bring him a rare dessert,and heâll notice the reader inching closer to his seat. He knows theyâre doing it to catch the "spillover" of his power,but he just grumbles about "humans being clingy" while secretly making sure he doesn't lower his power level too much.
Beerus genually will act like he doesn't care,a second scenario I can picture is him complaining that the reader is "taking up space" while he's trying to nap. In reality,he lets the reader stay within his aura because he secretly finds it fascinating that his power to end life is the only thing making the reader feel like they have one.
Near Beerus,the relief is accompanied by a surge of adrenaline. The reader feels a sudden,desperate urge to move or do productive things because they finally can. Seeing the reader sobbing with joy usually makes him huff and look away,but he won't move an inch to stop the effect.
Whis is the one who really points it out. Heâll look at the reader,who is currently sobbing into their hands with a grin of pure relief,and then glance at Beerus. "My,Lord Beerus" heâll tease,"I didn't know you were moonlighting as a medical professional!" Beerus will just snap back about Hakai being for destruction,not "cuddling" but he won't move the reader away.
Even when the pain is gone,the "memory" of it lingers. The reader will sometimes flinch or move cautiously,expecting a spike of pain that never comes. This leads to a lot of latent tension where the reader is constantly waiting for the "drug" to wear off,making them clingy toward the god of destruction in a way that Whis find absolutely hilarious.
Hi do you remember my previous suggestion how we should do a Daishinkan x reader, Goku being Goku does something stupid like for example asking the Zenos to come to earth (and believe me, the panic is real) Daishinkan obviously comes with the little gods and Bulma knowing how destructive those little gods are hires a top psychologist and care taker for them to play with (because letâs be honest the entire divine hierarchy in Dragonball super seems to be neurodivergent) and the reader is incredible at it so much so they are constantly called to take care of them so they get close to Daishinkan as well and believe me this angel might composed, but letâs be honest these definitely repressed emotionally (angels need to be neutral but it is clearly not natural if it needs to be enforced and they clearly have emotions as well) not to mention dealing with the Zenos must be absolutely exhausting, especially because he cannot even tell no to them just desperately try to get their attention so donât try a erasing universes, reader notice the signs and tries to make things easier for him without actually using medical terms (because they probably realise Devine beings probably do not like to talk about feelings, especially about things that might make them feel like failures or flawed) so the Grand Priest starts falling in love with the pretty and nice human
I say we do introductions and story with love before anything too serious or maybe nsfw, we can also use this to continue the stories in parts for future suggestions.
But also, if you do not want to do it, itâs completely okay
Hii! Sorry for the delay but I had a lot to study and didn't find much time to write. This is just the first part as I didn't want to rush things too much,I will definitely make at the very least one more:)
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Daishinkan x reader
Goku had been itching for a good fight or at least something exciting ever since the Tournament of power wrapped up. Training was great,but sometimes even him needed a change of scenery...One usual afternoon on King Kaiâs planet (after scarfing down a massive lunch),he pulled out the small,purple button Zeno had given him way back when.
âHey...why not?â he muttered with a grin. âbeen a while since I said hi" He pressed it without a second thought,and in a flash of light he appeared in the palace of the king of all.
The two tiny Omni-Kings were playing with floating blocks,their guards standing silently nearby. The Grand Priest hovered attentively at their side,with a composed yet serene expression,as if the weight of the multiverse was just another mild afternoon diversion.
The zenos looked up in unison,their big,innocent looking eyes widening with delight. "Goku! Goku!" they chimed together,their voices high pitched and echoing in perfect sync,like two kids spotting their favorite toy. They dropped the blocks mid-air, letting them tumble harmlessly.
Goku waved casually,scratching the back of his head with that goofy smile. "Heya,Zeno-sama! And...you too,other zeno-sama! whatcha up to? looks like fun!"
"Playing! blocks go boom sometimes!" one Zeno said,clapping his tiny hands. The other nodded vigorously. "Boom! but it's starting to get boring...why don't you stay here and play with us?"
Goku chuckled "Boring,huh? Well I...I can't,but if you're lookin' for fun,you should come visit Earth! we've got all kinds of stuff! tons of food,games,and Bulma's throwin' this big festival in about a week to celebrate...uh,peace or somethin' after the tournament"
The Zenos tilted their heads in sync,processing it with childlike curiosity. Then their faces lit up. "Earth? festival? fun! Yes! we go! one week!" They bounced up and down,their excitement rippling through the palace like a wave,causing a few distant stars in the void to flicker uncertainly.
The Grand Priest inclined his head slightly toward Goku,his voice soft,polite,and impeccably measured,betraying not a hint of surprise or concern. "Son Goku. It is always a pleasure to see you. The Omni-Kings seem quite taken with your suggestion. I shall make the necessary arrangements to accompany them,ensuring their visit aligns with the balance of the universes."
Goku blinked,still grinning. "Oh,hey,Grand Priest! Yeah,sounds good! see ya in a week,then!" He gave a thumbs-up,then pressed the button again,vanishing back to King Kai's planet without so much as a second thought about the potential chaos he'd just unleashed.
Back on Earth,Goku dropped out of the sky onto the lush green lawn of Capsule Corporation,right in the middle of Bulma tinkering with some gadget and Vegeta grunting through his gravity training nearby. Beerus was dozing on a lounge chair with a half-eaten fish skewer dangling from his paw,while Whis sipped tea elegantly beside him.
"Hey,everyone!" Goku called out cheerfully,landing with a soft thud. "Man,King Kai's food is good,but Chi-Chi's cookin' is callin' me home. And oh yeah,almost forgot. I popped over to see the two zenos,and I mentioned Bulma's big festival next week...they're comin' down for it! cool, right?"
Instantly a collective silence falls for a few seconds,before finally being broken by Bulma's wrench slipping from her hand,clanging against the metal floor as her face turned as white as a sheet. "Goku! You invited them...to Earth?! are you out of your mind?? need to remind you that they were about to destroy our universe or what?!"
Vegeta powered down mid-rep,his eyes narrowing into slits of pure fury while appearing before them,veins bulging on his forehead "Kakarot! You brainless idiot! Inviting those all-powerful brats here...do you want us all erased?!"
Beerus jolted awake so fast his chair tipped over,sending the fish skewer flying. His fur stood on end like a startled cat,eyes wide with unbridled terror. "Goku!! You utter fool...I knew I should have destroyed you from the very beginning! Do you know they could easily wipe out the entire universe if anything bothered them?!" He was practically screaming.
Whis set his teacup down with a soft clink,his expression mildly amused but with that underlying hint of exasperation he reserved for moments like these. "Calm yourself,Lord Beerus. Though I must admit,Goku's boldness is...impressive,as always. The Grand Minister will surely accompany them,per standard protocol. Preparations are indeed in order to prevent...any mishaps."
Goku just stood there,blinking innocently, hands on his hips. "Aw,c'mon,guys! It'll be fine. they'll love earth! no big deal."
Bulma was already pacing, her genius mind kicking into overdrive as she whipped out her phone. "no big deal?! Goku,your head's emptier than a vacuum!" she paused. "Okay,emergency mode....I'm hiring the best of the best. A top-tier psychologist and caretaker specialized in handling extreme personalities. Someone who can keep omnipotent toddlers entertained without the universe imploding...and we're fortifying this place top to bottom!"
Vegeta crossed his arms,scoffing a bit. "Hmph,better than leaving it to Kakarot's nonexistent brain"
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Exactly one week later,the sky above Capsule Corporation rippled like water,a shimmering portal tearing open in the sky just as it did for divine arrivals. Out floated the two Omni-Kings,their tiny forms bobbing with excitement,eyes wide as they took in the blue skies,green grass,and bustling setup below. "Earth! Big! Different! Fun starts now?"
Right behind them,the Grand Priest emerged, his lavender skin and white hair pristine,staff hovering at his side like an extension of his will. He descended gracefully,landing with nary a sound,and offered a polite bow to the assembled group;Goku waving enthusiastically,Vegeta glaring,Bulma forcing a smile through her nerves,Beerus already prostrating himself flat on the ground in exaggerated deference,while Whis stood with his usual poise.
"Greetings,inhabitants of Universe 7" the Grand Priest intoned softly,his voice carrying that ethereal calm that could soothe a storm. "As you can see the Omni-Kings are most pleased to accept your hospitality."
Beerus,still glued to the ground,whimpered faintly. "W-Welcome,Zeno-sama! We are unworthy! Please,enjoy everything we've prepared!"
The Zenos immediately started pointing at random things,a bird,a cloud,Bulma's latest hovercar. "What's that? I've never seen one like this,but I don't like the color too much...do we make it go away?" One raised a hand casually,and a nearby bush vanished in a harmless,at least for the moment,way.
Bulma yelped,but quickly composed herself. She'd spent the week fortifying the grounds: reinforced barriers invisible to the eye,holographic projectors for safe "destruction" games,sensory pods for "recharging" and a mini-tournament ring with energy absorbers to prevent actual blasts. "Welcome,Zeno-sama! We've got everything ready for you;food,games,the works!"
That's when you stepped forward. Bulma's emergency hire the absolute best in your field,with a track record of handling the most unpredictable,high-energy individuals imaginable. You'd been briefed (as much as one could be on literal gods),dressed practically,bag of adaptive tools at your side. No fear,just professional calm.
You knelt down to their level,smiling warmly but respectfully,voice gentle and engaging without being patronizing. "Hi there. I'm Y/N,I heard you like fun games and making things happen,want to see something cool we set up just for you?"
The Zenos tilted their heads in unison. "Cool? Show it now!"
You activated one of Bulma's holograms,a floating orb they could poke to "reshape" universes visually,with bursts of color and sound but no real power. "Try this. You can make it big,small,or even...destroy it,but it always comes back for more!"
"Boom! Fun!" They poked it, giggling as it exploded into sparkles and reformed. For the first time,their attention locked in,whims channeled safely.
Goku laughed. "Hey,that's neat! Good job,Y/N!"
Vegeta huffed from the side. "Hmph. it's all thanks to bulma anyway..."
Whis smiled faintly,helping Beerus up from the ground as the Destroyer dusted himself off,still shaky. "See,Lord Beerus? All under control"
Beerus grumbled,tail flicking. "For now..."
The Grand Priest observed from a short distance,his expression unchanging;serene yet neutral. But his sharp eyes noted every detail:how you anticipated their shifts in interest redirecting seamlessly without a single "no." It was efficient. Effective. He said nothing,simply ensuring the Omni-Kings' safety as per his eternal duty.
As the afternoon wore on,you carefully guided them through more activities,one step at a time. The festival foods (specially prepared to be "fun-shaped") kept them munching happily. When the Zenos started chanting about wanting to see Goku fighting with growing excitement,Goku perked up immediately,his eyes lighting up like it was Christmas.
"Alright! Let's do this!" Goku shouted,powering up slightly and dropping into a fighting stance in the mini-ring. "I'll go easy,but it'll be awesome!"
Bulma shrieked from the sidelines. "Goku,no!"
Whis stepped in smoothly,his staff tapping Goku's shoulder with a gentle but firm barrier of energy. "Now,now,Goku. Remember,this is for entertainment only. No actual combat that could...escalate matters"
Goku deflated a bit,rubbing his head. "Aw, man...but fights are the best part! Fine,fine...how about I just show off some ki blasts? small ones!"
The Zenos bounced. "blasts?? yes!!! show us!"
You intervened quickly,sensing the rising risk, and redirected with a holographic twist. "Hey,Omni-Kings,want to make your own blasts first? Like this" You activated a safe simulator where they could "fire" colorful energy beams at targets that exploded into harmless light shows,mimicking a tournament without the danger.
Goku watched,then grinned and joined in half-heartedly at first. "Hey,this is kinda fun too! Look,Kamehame...whoa!" He mimed a tiny wave,syncing it to the hologram for a big visual pop without real power. "See? Safe but still cool!"
The Zenos clapped wildly. "Very cool!"
Vegeta smirked from afar. "Tch. Watered down nonsense. But better than Kakarot starting a real brawl in front of them"
By evening,as the Zenos yawned in sync "We're tired...but it was fun!" the portal reopened. The Grand Priest nodded politely to the group. "A successful visit. The Omni-Kings are satisfied...I shall bid you farewell."
No words to you directly. Just a brief glance in your direction before they departed.
But the Zenos' parting words echoed: "More! Come back soon! Y/N is fun!"
Bulma collapsed into a chair. "We did it! barely. But they're coming back...? Goku,this is all your fault!"
Goku scratched his head. "Heh,sorry! But hey,it was fun,right?"
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A few days later,the call came...literally. Whis's staff pinged with a "divine" message:the Omni-Kings demanded "more Earth fun with Y/N". No arguing with that.
After a while the portal re-opens and...same routine. The zenos greet you by saying "We're back! Let's play more!"
You were ready,introducing slight variations;a "chase the star" game with floating,indestructible orbs. They chased,"caught" and "remade" them,laughing.
During a quiet moment while they snacked,you stood near the garden,wiping your hands. The area was peaceful,with the distant sounds of Goku sparring lightly with Vegeta in the background (at a safe distance,following Bulma's strict orders). The Grand Priest hovered nearby,ever vigilant,his staff glinting faintly in the sunlight as he scanned the surroundings with that unerring,composed gaze.
He spoke first,voice soft and precise. "Your approach with the Omni-Kings is... notably adept. They rarely maintain such focus without...additional guidance."
You nodded modestly,keeping your tone light and respectful,not wanting to overstep with a being who could probably rearrange stars on a whim. "They're full of energy,but It's about giving them outlets that match what they're feeling in that moment. Like with the orbs today;they get to create and change things,but it stays contained. Makes it easier for everyone."
A subtle pause followed,longer than the last time you'd spoken. His gaze drifted for a fraction of a second toward the horizon,where the zenos were now comparing their "planet candies" with childlike intensity,before returning to you. His grip on the staff remained steady,but there was the barest shift in his posture:nothing dramatic,just a hint of relaxation in the shoulders that someone less observant might miss. "Indeed. Balance is key in all matters. The Omni-Kings' whims are boundless,as you have observed. It requires constant vigilance to align them with the greater harmony of the multiverse."
You offered a small smile,sensing the weight behind his words without naming it. Divine beings like him didn't discuss burdens outright,it wasn't their way. Instead,you kept it simple,practical. "Yeah,I can imagine. You've got to be ready for anything with them. But days like this,where things flow smoothly...it probably helps take the edge off a bit. Even the strongest setups need a breather now and then to keep going strong."
He regarded you evenly,his expression unchanging,but there was a subtle softening in his eyes:a rare flicker of acknowledgment that vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Your perception is keen,Y/N. Mortals such as yourself often overlook the subtleties of such roles. Yet,you adapt with remarkable efficiency. It is... refreshing to witness."
You felt a quiet warmth at the compliment,but kept your response grounded. "Thanks. I just try to make things run a little easier where i can. You've been doing this a lot longer than anyone...must have seen every kind of chaos out there"
A faint,almost imperceptible nod. "The multiverse holds infinite varieties of disorders. Guiding it toward order is an eternal task" He paused again,his voice dropping just a touch softer,as if sharing a neutral observation rather than anything personal. "Your contributions here have indeed contributed to a smoother equilibrium during these visits"
The conversation lingered in that calm space for a moment longer,the air filled with the distant giggles of the zenos. No deep revelations or anything like that,just a brief,professional exchange that hinted at mutual respect.
Yet,as the Grand Priest turned to resume his watch,his eyes met yours one final time. In that fleeting instant,beneath the unbreakable veil of neutrality,something unspoken stirred...like a distant star flickering to life in the vast and empty cosmos. It was gone before it could be named with proper words,leaving only the quiet certainty that these visits,these shared silences,were weaving threads of connection across the divide between mortal and divine.
And in the heart of the multiverse's most calm guardian,a subtle shift had begun:one that even the Omni-Kings' whims couldn't erase.
thanks so much for replying,can i ask about zamasu's headcanons with the reader who is Goku's daughter? i was thinking that when Lord Beerus, Whis, and Zamasu go to Gowasu's planet, she's there too, but she's more polite and respectful than her father. zamasu notices this and is pleased yet surprised to know that "some mortals still know their place".
thank you and only do this if you want to^^
Goku's daughter x Zamasu headcanons
â˘When Whis,Lord Beerus,Goku,and the reader land on Gowasu's planet,the atmosphere is solemn. The sky is pastel colored,with the silence being broken only by the rustling of the wind. Upon arrival,Goku (as usual),begins jumping up and down impatiently,before sprinting right in front of Zamasu: "Hey! Would you mind going a quick round with me? just for fun,pleasee...I came all the way just for that!"
â˘Needless to say but the kai is seconds away from losing his divine composure,not seeing this as a request but rather as a insolent insult came out of the mouth of a filthy mortal.
â˘Before Zamasu can snap,she step into the space between them. She doesn't yell at her father:she simply places a firm hand on his arm to momentarily quiet him,then turn fully toward the two kais.
â˘When she stands and offers a sincere apology for her fatherâs "grave lack of decorum" Zamasu is momentarily speechless. She doesn't just ask for forgiveness,but she explicitly acknowledges the honor of being on sacred ground. By doing so she has validated Zamasuâs entire worldview,publically agreeing with his not that much secret thought of the moment:that Goku is being a true barbarian.
â˘As Gowasu laughs off Gokuâs behavior (which the young kai hates SO much) Zamasu finds himself watching her. He notices she stays a respectful distance away,not interrupting them at all.
â˘Gowasu soon ends up insisting they spar anyway. Zamasu accepts,but his heart is no longer just in the fight,itâs in the audience.
â˘Throughout the match,Zamasu often watches the reader. He notices she isn't cheering wildly like a common brawler. Instead she looks concerned,perhaps even shameful of the display.
â˘He begins to project his ideals onto her. He decides that she is the "ideal" version of a mortal:one who serves,recognizes divinity,and seeks order.
â˘When Gowasu eventually praises her manners, Zamasu doesn't argue. He gives her a short,stiff nod of acknowledgment. To Zamasu,she is a "misplaced soul." He views her whole existence as a tragedy;in his eyes she is a beautiful,orderly creature who has been unfortunately born into a lineage of brawlers and blasphemers.
â˘This interaction ends up planting a dangerous seed in his mind. As he moves forward with his "Zero Mortals Plan" he begins to use her as his internal justification for why everyone else must go. He believes that if she can understand the sanctity of the gods,then the rest of humanity has no excuse for their "vile" behavior.
In fact,in his view if she can understand her place,then all other mortals are deliberately choosing to be disrespectful.
â˘She becomes the exception that proves his rule,the only soul that he feels could be worthy of being "spared" from his supreme judgment.
â˘As the group prepares to leave,Zamasu lingers on her silhouette. He doesn't say a word,but his gaze is heavy with a dangerous curiosity. He isn't looking at a person,heâs looking at a "rarity" that he needs to preserve before the rest of the world manages to stain her "pure" spirit.
hellooo,ik it may sound strange but i saw your comments on some bardock x reader (which are REALLY rare) and I wondered if you could actually write something for db...? btw sorry to bother,i'm just starvingđ
Hii,yeahh I'm actually in a lot of fandoms hehe. Even though I didn't plan on writing again ig i could give it a try (considering that db is lowkey one of my favoritesđ) just let me know what characters you'd like to read about and if u have any instructions for the plot.
Hello! can i request Yan Namgyu x reader in the game hide and seek? where basically he's hunting the reader who's on the blue team. Don't let her die if you can, maybe a semi-open ending?
Thank you so much,and btw I really loved ur writing in the other yan namgyu x reader that u madeđ
When dolls don't blink-Yandere Nam-gyu x reader
Warnings:yandere themes,blood,substance abuse,a bit of misogyny if you squint your eyes (but again,we are talking about Namgyu...)
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You didnât cry when you found out what the blue marble that you got meant...you just stared at it in your palm, like it wasnât real. Someone beside you whispered âfuck.â Another started sobbing. The rules were already blaring over the speakers.
"BLUE TEAM â KEYS. YOU MAY NOW ENTER THE ARENA. HIDE." You were through the door before the words even finished.
The key in your hand was cold, small, useless,in our opinion. It would open doors sure,but it wouldnât stop what was coming.
Because the Red team got knives,and since once you opened a door you couldnât lock it again,you already knew the great disadvantage that existed between the two teams.
As a blue,there were no safe spaces.
Only slightly less deadly ones.
The arena was massive. You ran. Found a small storage room inside a room. Opened the lock.
The door clicked open,and you hesitated.
This was it. Once open,anyone could follow.
You slipped inside,and waited,hoping for the best.
After all,all they had to do was kill one.
Just one blue, and theyâd pass.
But youâd already heard rumors.
Some werenât stopping at one,those who were there actually having the pleasure of killing.
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Suddenly you heard a voice approaching the corridor where the room you were hiding was located, it sounded mocking and almost childish.
âWakey waaaakey...no sleeping during hide and seek" You froze,his voice echoed through the hall.
âI brought a surprise~! Where are you all?â
You held your breath.
Then...a slam. And a door not far from you was kicked open.
âGod youâre all so boring when you're deadâŚâ you could hear him muttering sadly
Another sound.
Metal scraping.
Liquid dripping.
And then his voice again,closer now.
âI said wake upâŚâ
You peeked through the gap in the broken window.
This man,who now you could recognize as Namgyu,was crouched over a corpse, gripping it by the hair and shaking it. Its arms flopped uselessly.
And now you were connecting;youâd seen him earlier,alone,chewing something and swaying slightly like music only he could hear...
âCome on, come on, just one more round, okay? Please?â
he giggled,then stab.
âAww. Youâre no fun.â
He leaned in close to the corpseâs face.
âNothing left behind⌠just doll eyes...You see that? Thatâs the moment they go out. Thatâs when theyâre perfect.â he said, speaking basically to himself...
Your stomach turned.
You stepped back too fast:your elbow hit a pipe.
Silence.
ââŚI heard that.â
You bolted.
The hallway was narrow and your legs were trembling. You passed another Blue, who opened a door and hissed at youââcome on!â but you shook your head.
You needed somewhere better,safer,more hidden.
You turned sharply down a side passage and froze,too late.
Namgyu was already there.
He stood casually in the middle of the corridor, twirling a blood stained knife. His red vest was torn at the shoulder, and his smile was wide,too wide.
âYou ran from me,â he said. âThatâs rude ya know..."
You tried to backpedal, but he stepped forward fast, cutting off the exit.
âNo more hiding. I found you.â
âPlease,â you gasped. âYou already killed s-â
âI like killing.â
His eyes were glassy. Blood splattered his chin.
He wasnât angry.
He was delighted.
He lunged. You screamed and stumbled back, but he slammed you into the wall.
Your head hit the concrete so hard you saw white for a second.
Before you could even think, he grabbed your face and slammed it again.
âShhhâ he whispered. âLet me see your faceâŚâ
His hand cupped your jaw while the other kept the knife dangerously close.
He tilted your head, examining you.
Till...he blinked. Something in his gaze twitched.
"WaitâŚâ
Then,his pupils dilated like he just remembered something beautiful.
"Ohhh... your eyes... Iâve seen so many go out. Go dead. But yoursââ
âYours still flicker.â
He grinned slowly, the way someone does when they see something rare.
âTheyâre alive. But theyâre scared alive. Not fake. Not screaming fake. Real.â
âI donât get that often.â
You were still shaking. Eyes wide. Breathing too loud.
âWeâll stay together for a bitâ he murmured. âJust you and me."
He pressed his forehead to yours, laughing quietly to himself.
âYou wanna hear something funny?â he mutters laughing lightly
Then, without warning, he dragged the bloody blade through his own hair, like a comb. Crimson smeared across his scalp.
âYeah,so there was this girlâ he said, voice all sloppy and high. âShe thought crying was gonna save her...â
He slapped his knee, shaking his head.
âSo I just grabbed her by the hair andâbang, bang, bang...hit her head against the wall like it was nothing.â
He laughed again, breathless and wild.
âShe was all begging and crying, but who cares, right? I wasnât listening.â
He wiped some blood off his lip with a grin.
âHer screams? Sounded like a damn song to meâ
Then he threw his head back, laughing like a kid who just broke a toy.
âGirls like that? Theyâre just fun to smash.â
He chuckled, unbothered.
Then his grin dropped. Flat. Cold.
He grabbed your wrists and slammed them above your head again, pinning you with force.
âDonât blink."
You froze,he seemed to want to emulate something...
âThatâs when it happens. Thatâs when they go out.â
âThe doll eyes.â
He stared deeper into yours. Breathing heavy.
Almost reverent.
âI want yours to last longer than theirs.â
He let go of your arms, but didnât move away.
His thumb brushed just under your eye.
âDoll eyes... but still flickering underneath.â
He smiled,crooked. Glazed over.
âItâd be beautiful to see how long that flicker lasts⌠if I donât ruin it right awayâ
Then, softer,almost to himself:
âBut that depends on you.â
A pause.
"You move wrong⌠you blink too fastâŚand I might have to crack your head open,just to see if it feels like a doll.â
