Only really x reader or general HCs, but I can also write for poly :)
Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content
Romantic, Platonic, Familial
Yandere(??) I suppose
DONTs
The obvious ones. I don't have much to say here.
I won't make incest.
Explicit abuse.
Proper NSFW/Smut, just not my thing
Characters off the top of my head I'll write for:
Outlast: E v e r y o n e .
DBD: Literally any killer but Krueger I hate DBD Krueger. Survs (esp Nea and Sable...) also the Entity!
Borderlands: Fuckin anyone man
Slasher Horror: Like literally anyone, just make sure you specify what they're from/which version you'd like
IDV: Anyone, hunter preference
Monster Hunter: I love almost all the monsters (bugs included) so feel free to ask for anything. The people... Not as much. Monster x Monster requests are adored.
D&D: Mimics for sure. Maybe some Baldur's Gate/Dragon Age characters!
Vampyr vs the Masquerade; still out here serving!!
And of course I ship her with my personal favorites, the ""ugly"" ones. Hear me out cake and it's just a weird grey guy. (Fergal and Gary are GETTING made out with.)
like what are even the top 3 characters people ship their guardians with anyway. my guess, in recollection , is cayde-6, crow, and... shaxx?
beyond the top 3, id say drifter, savathûn, and ... gah i don't know. petra? im very out of the loop and not really connected to other destiny selfshippers n oc x canon enthusiasts anymore
If it's my top 3, Calus has BEEN proving he WANTED the guardian even in Lightfall he was YEARNING for it. All my tastes aside... Yeah no the taste is still here, Spider and Drifter are there with that freaky barant. They're cute with the guardian, and I already love them, I can't help it!
Delivery! Package from... Authors personal Docs. I plan on playing with len again after 4 months... Given he recently got a huge update!! Yay!!!
CW: Typical Obsessor Behavior. Kidnapping, duh. Reader is rightfully beyond terrified, lenny's got that twisted puppy-love, brief violence (to reader and len), emotional betrayals, guilt, scared out of your mind / can barely understand how to comfort it; forced affection, SLIGHTLY pervy undertones, somewhat abrupt ending (ohhh you wanna request or gossip about him so bad), fluffy ending?
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You wake up… Somewhere else. It's dark, and that's all you know. The only source of light is the most subtle growth of glow lichen…
It's… Surprisingly rather warm. Not unbearably, just… A smooth, wetly warm temperature. You rest upon a messy bundle of silk wrapped plants and furs- And were those your sheets? The directly woolen texture... You'd remembered making this.
Your heart is beating so heavy.
You feel sick.
What had happened? Why were you here?
You do your best to think on it, but there is nothing there. Home. Sleep. Darkness.
An unnatural darkness.
What happened then didn't matter. What happens now does. Where you are, who… You had a feeling on who.
Your Stalker. Your hunter. Maybe a friend– It was hard to tell. You'd tried to be friendly with it- With him. This… Towering, prickly-haired beast. Imposing and lanky. Small eyes gleaming in the darkness alongside a slit smile.
“ … Lenny?”
A heartbreaking sound escapes you. Your voice, so timid, so scared- It wasn't his name. He didn't have a name. It was just something you'd come up with to stop calling him meaner things. But he seemed so ecstatic when you named him.
You weren't sure to stay or flee.
You wanted to run. But where?
Instead, you just shake. Curling up with the bedding of your once-home.
He wasn't here, not entirely present at least. Lurking nearby, somewhere else in the cave. Squinted pearly eyes watch you, your form fully visible in the dark dark cavern. He felt bad leaving you like this… Legs twitching, it's hard to stay upright like that. He'd like to press down, let his real legs scuttle about as he lay down and hold you. Nestle deep against your chest, your neck– Feel your skin and hair against his fur. Grasp you with his needy hands and feel you squirm… It would be Aetheric.
The expression barely visible on his face was sick. Pure sick. A lonely, violent type of lovesick. With no ill intent toward you, thankfully– Abhorring any moment he had to and long after it occurred. But it didn't mean he felt entirely guilty.
… Sometimes, you just hurt him so much …
— He never wanted to hurt you, but hearing you scream and cry– Feeling your axe press deep into his chest. A sharp squeak of betrayal had escaped him, tears pricking his eyes as he hesitantly pinned you down even harder. Axe still embedded in him, his chelicerae twitch, pedipalps nervously brushing against his face in waning contemplation.
He bit you. Hard. He felt miserable at how you cried out, sensing how equally hurt both physically and mentally it made you. A soft hiss escapes him as he tastes your blood, the desperate side of him enjoying it- Savoring it. He shuddered as he briefly lapped it up, eventually releasing you and skittering away faster than you could clear your tears.
You didn't follow him. You only lied there, sobbing and reeling in agony. It was a short lived poison, vision cloudy and dark as you felt an unbearable urge to throw up- Your body stung, burned. But it didn't even last 15 seconds… He hadn't meant to bite that hard…
He watches from a distance, trembling hands against the now open wound on his chest. As upset as he was, he still wanted to make sure you'd get home okay… You both just got a little scared. He wasn't mad. Honest…
A prominent white lined frown is on his face. His eyes sad, like a puppy.
You'd found the axe you shoved into him a few days later, still dried with his off colored blood. There wasn't a point in throwing it out- Iron was hard enough to find here… —
He's too scared to come up to you. He felt… Bad. He had you now, of course, and you'd never be leaving. He didn't want you to leave, to be around others. Farm animals, pets, villagers— No other mobs. To think anything could hurt you… Or that anything else could love you.
He could understand why something would love you. Of course he could. You were the first thing he ever felt this intense about… But you… Sweet, kind, gentle you– You'd give in to anything warm enough. You were just so lonely in this world… He could never blame you for that.
It’s all projection.
It's all his own loneliness.
You had built a life.
You had a home. A farm. Pets…
You'd visit the nearby village often, gotten to know the inhabitants, were practically part of their community—
He was the only one alone.
His feet shuffle against the stone, legs on his back clicking around as he tries to fight through any doubts. You wouldn't… Be that scared, would you? He knew this might be scary… But it was just him. You called out for him, didn't you? Not ‘help’, not screaming. Just… Lenny. Like he was the only thing in your life. And you were terrified of losing him.
A shameful few chirps escape him as he scuttles slowly from his hiding spot, just barely being heard from you as you perk up. Your eyes scan across the dark pit of the room, seeing only a few dots of illumination from glow lichen and some white eyes– Eyes?
Your stomach drops, heart skipping a beat as you whimper and sit up, scooting away and tangling slightly against the webs and fur. He slinks back briefly, now just standing still to watch. He looks… Sad. You blink away tears, taking your time to calm down a bit.
“ … Lenny? Is that you?” You whisper, voice quivering.
He doesn't answer. He never really did.
But you knew those eyes. You'd seen that white lined mouth before- And every time, seeing it frown made you nervous. You let the nesting you clung to drop, slowly crawling a bit forward on your hands. Your mouth opens to speak, falling mute for a moment.
“Lenny…?”
You can see the flicker of limbs behind him through some of the light of the lichen, his legs twitching. Was he angry? Was he just being shy?
… You really needed to know.
“Please don't do this.” You finally whimper out, hands balling up weakly against the bedding before you sit back, curling them up against you for comfort. “You're- You're really scaring me…!”
You blink and it burns, his hands tense as a helpless squeak sounds from him. Raw guilt. He can see in your face just how scared you are.
“If I close my eyes, will you come closer…?” You speak, trying to steady your voice. “Are you just nervous?”
Your mouth is dry, so you take a few moments to just breathe. As if just thinking about it would make you produce more saliva.
“I'm not mad…” You whisper, eyes eventually closing alongside a gentle flinch of worry.
It doesn't take long before his shaking form approaches, a shift in the air telling you so. He always had a way of making things around him feel… Fuzzy. And not in a good way.
Your expression only turns more fearful, and eventually you block your face off with your hands, shielding your visage from his.
When his claws meet your wrists, you nearly break. A sharp cry escapes you as you try to tear yourself away, unable to as he merely peels your arms apart with a desperate nuzzle into your chest. He presses you back, shuddering and drooling as he buries his soft face into your neck. Your heart is so loud now, he can feel it against his own body. Thump thump thumping all because of him.
“L-Lenny, stop-! Please don't- Don't kill—”
You're crying so hard, a squirming mess. Though as teeth don't find your throat… You start to calm back down– Still in slight hysterics– Yet you no longer thrash. Merely lay under him. As your muscles relax and you absentmindedly go limp, he too paces himself.
Arachnid legs stop twitching, instead softly curling just enough to hold you closer. His fingers and thumbs clasp beyond gentle against you; A stiff motion to soothe you as best he knows.
Hesitantly, you nuzzle against him. Your cheek rubs against his face, feeling his pedipalps freeze up before twitching. You lean into his shoulder, breathing deep and quick to his vile hair. After carrying around his first gift for so long, you'd gotten used to the smell.
How Aetheric it was to have you like this.
“Lenny…” It comes out breathlessly, nearly desperate. You hadn't meant for it to… He rubs his head firmly against you, that feeling of drool pooling a bit more intensely against your neck. You whimper, shaking arms eventually slipping carefully around him and between his arachnid legs. You were still so scared, yet here you were… Holding him…
“Oeh yooo…”
. . .
What sounds like words come from his throat.
They're slightly garbled, and chirpy. The seeming knowledge and ability of an infant with the tone of some ancient, malformed beast. In the moment, you can't understand what he means.
Can't stop making fun of this scene.
Also Victor's tattoo says "love bites" in case that's hard to read. I'd absolutely let him bite me, after I bite him first.
Don't mind me going feral over this man
