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Xiao deserves something nice, I think.
Gen. Xiao Dating headcanons
He is always exceptionally careful when touching you- while he doesn’t have massive superstrength, constantly fighting for thousands of years will leave you able to crush fingers if you aren’t careful. No matter how capable you are, he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain.
I think he would prefer you to be an exceptionally strong fighter or someone who holds little interest in exploring the world. He can’t always be around to protect you, so if you can protect yourself or don’t go places that you’ll need protecting he’ll be able to rest easier.
More likely than seeing him every week or every few days is that you two take a weekend every month or so to hang out; while he could push himself in his battles to make it to you more often, you hate seeing him collapse from exhaustion and his wounds.
He likes it when you play with his hair; he’s very on edge when others get in his personal space, so he does need you to announce your intentions and what you’re doing.
No idea how to cook, but he’ll probably learn through dating you. Whether you enjoy it and want to share it with him, or if you abhor it and ask him to do the cooking when you have your weekends together, he’ll learn. And he enjoys it, overall. Somehow having the smells come together slowly and him knowing how they come about help them not be so overwhelming and awful. You tell him about a drink from Snezhnaya, that they make with milk so cold it freezes and other flavorings; you’ve been wanting to try it, as it sounds incredibly refreshing for the summer, you admit.
A few weeks later, he’s brought milkshakes for you to try. He enjoys the texture, himself; it doesn’t weigh heavy in his stomach and he can put in a light flavor that he’ll actually enjoy.
He knows that he’ll grieve when you pass- he has for the others he’s loved and lost. But he’s learned to keep the sweet memories, and not attempt to avoid it. Better to be happy now then in a constant haze of murder and numbness.
206 notes - Posted July 2, 2022
Happy birthday to me. Had to write something for my favorite feral man. Using a headcanon name that i saw and rather liked. Wrote this fairly late in one sitting the night before. Favorites are specified and the reader is more clarified as a person as this is written for me first, but it’s still kept very open.
Birthday Delights - Il Dottore x reader
For once, Dottore wasn’t in his lab.
You even checked under the tables and in the closets- while he would usually drag himself to the cot he kept a room to the side of his lab, there were a few rare times that he would collapse to the floor after finishing one experiment, then checking on the development of another ongoing test, making sure the beakers were properly washed after Wilson had done such a sloppy job all those weeks ago, and, and, and until he collapsed.
Pursing your lips, you rung the bell to summon his personal assistant; you thought her name was Anya, or something along those lines. Apparently she had been caught stealing extra rations during base training, and was sentenced to being Dottore’s direct assistant for a few months as punishment.
It took ten minutes for her to finally arrive, white hair tied in a braid crown and covered in sweat. She took half a minute to catch her breath, finally gasping out, “Y/N! I apologize, I had to run all the way here. What do you need?” Dottore had told her to treat your orders as second to none but himself, and you felt a tinge bad for how it manifested at times.
“I was wondering where Dottore is? I checked his rooms as well and there wasn’t a sign of him there.”
Anya hesitated, squeezing her hands together, and you frowned. “Where is he, Anya. If he’s doing something bad, I want to know.”
“Oh no, it’s nothing bad!” Anya hastened to reassure you. “It’s rather sweet, actually. I just… Wasn’t. Supposed… to tell you.” Her voice trails off as she realizes what she revealed. “Please don’t tell him, I’m almost done with my service and I don’t want to be experimented on!” Her vomit of words is paused when you hold your hand up.
“I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.” The relief in her face and her shaking knees led you to the decision that you would need to have another talk with him about how to treat his assistants. “However, can you lead me to him? Even if he’s busy, I want to at least see him today.”
She squeezed her hands together again, brow furrowed as she thought. “He should be done by now…” She mumbled to herself. “Yes, I can. Let’s go- slowly, though. To give him time to finish up.” You nodded, and she turned to lead you to your boyfriend.
Half an hour later, you can understand why Anya was so out of breath. Dottore’s lab was in a far flung tower, far from the rest of the palace, but she was leading you towards an area you had never convinced yourself was worth the time and energy to explore. “Wait here, please, I’ll check if you’re allowed to come in yet.” She directed you to wait behind a pillar, out of view of the large, decorated with fine detail wooden doors. Cracking one open, she slid in and you amused yourself by staring at the oak statues in the halls, wondering how long they had been here.
It was a few minutes before Anya came back out, and by the look of her Dottore had been too busy to be annoyed at her delay, likely only demanding her help with the finishing up.
“You can come in, Y/N.” She had a small smile on her face as she held the door open. You stepped through and a gasp escaped you.
This had obviously been the work of a few people. The large, ornately decorated room was pristine, windows that nearly reached the ceiling clean and uncovered by curtains, showing the thick snow that always surrounded the Tsaritsa’s palace. The reds and oranges of the sunset bled through the glass, covering the room. There was a music player in the corner of the room, playing soft classical music. In the center of the room was a table with a white tablecloth covering it, and Dottore standing beside it.
He looked even more handsome than usual, his usual simple overshirt and undershirt exchanged for a white suit with black accents and blue tie. The only thing you could think, other than wow, was how glad you were that you had decided to wear your favorite nice outfit that morning.
“Perfect timing.” Your feet carried you to him and he picked up your hand to kiss it. He usually wasn’t this affectionate, and you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your face. “Happy birthday, mon désir.”
“This is for my birthday?” Your face lit up, and his grin widened.
“Why yes, yes it is. I cooked you a full course meal. I wouldn’t trust anyone else for your birthday dinner. It should be incredible.”
And there was his ego. You couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; when you loved him, you loved all of him. “I’m excited. I know it’ll be great.” You slid into your seat and he tucked a napkin into your collar.
The hors d'oeuvres were already on the table under a metal cover, and he revealed them to be sliced apples and raspberries drizzled with honey. Anya had left once you were fully through the door, and Dottore took his mask off to rest on the side.
Chatting let the fruit be eaten quickly, and he called the next dish in, bringing his mask back up as Anya brought the cart in. The amuse-bouche was next, followed by the appetizers, which were an array of small sandwiches. The main courses were a dizzying array of favorites. Multicheese macaroni and cheese accompanied by a perfectly seared slice of steak, delicate pasta that almost didn’t need to be chewed, to name a few. He had obviously spent hours and hours preparing everything, even with the help of kitchen assistants you knew he would have needed.
“I can’t believe you went to all this effort.” You wiped at your mouth with a napkin, taking a sip of wine. While you would never call yourself a wine connoisseur, the flavor was incredible. “This is so… So amazing.”
“It’s simply because you’re worth it.” Dottore spoke like it was no big deal, but you could see the smile on his face grow. “I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”
“No, I mean it Nicolas.” You used his first name and reached across the table to cover and squeeze his hand. “I love it. Thank you.”
The number of times you had seen his face redden from an emotion other than anger or drunkenness you could count on one hand, and now you could add to that tally. It wasn’t a blooming blush, but you knew it wasn’t from the sunset lighting.
216 notes - Posted April 18, 2022
wait hi i saw ur pjo requests were open can i ask for a nico x reader platonic and they’re just mlm and wlw solidarity maybe and perhaps reader has a crush on annabeth or piper
I love this idea so fucking much omg (also this is an au where Bianca doesn’t join the hunters and die bc canonically. He’s barely at the camp)
Nico having MLM WLW solidarity with reader (PLATONIC)
You just kind of sit beside him and say, “So…. Percy and Annabeth, huh?”
He rambles about how cool and awesome and amazing and cool Percy is for ten minutes, with a few hastily added but still genuine comments about how Annabeth is fairly nice and smart.
“So- uh, what do- you think about them?” He stammers out once he’s done, trying to direct the attention off of himself.
And you proceed to talk about how pretty and amazing and wonderful Annabeth is and you wish you could talk to her but every time you try you just get so tongue twisted and can barely stammer out a hello-
You two don’t exactly become friends, not yet, but when your activities line up you can usually be found hanging out and gossiping about what’s been happening at camp. He’s a lovable kid that gives off serious little brother energy, so people aren’t quite as sealed with their secrets as they should be when he’s around. As long as you don’t spread it around, he likes talking to you!
Honestly, the moment you two seriously bonded is when Percy and Annabeth officially got together. You’d known that they were really into each other, yes, but seeing them kiss under the watery surface cracked your heart. The two of you cried under your bunk for an hour, demolishing a box of tissues and three trays of snacks Bianca brought over once she heard what the issue was.
After that you two were almost bonded at the hip. You both helped each other get over your crushes and started hanging out outside of activities as well.
Once you hit 16 and puberty started hitting y’all HARD, you started taking trips out of camp together, officially to deliver packages too big for Iris’ delivery service, but really to people watch people who you hadn’t grown up with and seen with drool tracks on their faces in the mornings their cabin had been too late to get into the bathrooms before breakfast. People were a lot more attractive when you didn’t spend years living with them, you both found out.
Nico is a lot quieter about it, half his formative years having been during the 40’s keeping him from being open about his attraction to men. You try and make an effort to stay on the downlow too- you hate making him uncomfortable.
When Piper came crashing down in that chariot, you could feel your heart doing ten flipflops as she got thrown onto shore. Eagerly offering to show her around, you ignored Nico’s snickering. Piper was polite, if heavily confused, and you were down BAD. You took revenge on Nico’s kissy faces by throwing your arms around him and his crush and loudly asking if they were dating, refusing to take a hint with a shit eating grin on your face.
277 notes - Posted January 31, 2022
Had to write this to get it out of my head. Can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic- it's very ambigous. I don't plan to open requests for Encanto, but if enough people like this and say so. Perhaps I'll write more. Gender Ambiguous reader.
"And then, the girl was never seen again." Your fingers spread out and your eyes widened. "Some say that if you go to the lake at four in the morning, close your eyes, bring an offering, and ask for your fortune, she'll tell it to you. But if your question is deemed beneath her, or your offering is deemed as such too, she’ll drag you beneath the water, never to be seen again.”
Camilo shrugged, leaned back on their arm. “Eh. 7 out of 10. The start was good, the middle had too much detail and the ending was too specific. Good effort though.”
“Oh come on! Will anything come up to your standards?” You flop onto your blanket. “It’s no fun if I’m the only one getting scared.”
“Get better ghost stories and maybe you’ll have the honor of scaring me.” He snickers and turns into an old man. “Come now, (Y/N), scare these miserly old bone-”
You swat him and he turns back into himself, cackling. “Okay, okay. My turn. Once upon a time, in a place not far from here….”
“And she said, in a crooning voice, ‘oh, won’t you be a dear and help me out?’ The young man agreed, and leaned down to help her out of the well. With a frightful shriek, she pulled him in! Her transformation began, and the man backed away out of fright. For she looked just… Like… This!”
Camilo twisted and when they faced you their face was utterly grotesque. A gnarled nose paired with boils all over, covered in clumps of hair with something rotting in the larger patches. You couldnt even describe the rest- you were too busy screaming.
Something also screaming scrambled into your lap and only your extreme self control helped you not shove it off.
“Wh- Antonio?!” Camilo’s voice shifted from crackly and aged to his regular one as he shifted back to himself. “What’re you doing here?”
Antonio was scared out of his wits however, and once he took a breath from screaming he let out a sob. “I wanted to be part of the fun!” He wailed. “Your story was so scary, though!” His tears were staining your shirt, but you weren’t about to push a ten year old out of your lap, especially if they were terrified.
“There’s a reason we didn’t invite you.” They scowled at the boy in your lap.
“C’mon Camilo.” You patted the boys head (and his curls were really bouncy, lord–) and sighed.
“We can finish scary story night later. Let’s get some hot chocolate now, hm?”
Antonio’s head bobs up and down shakily and you manouver yourself up, taking his small hand in yours.
“Fine.” Camilo pries himself off the floor, but he can’t hide his excited smile at the mention of hot chocolate.
307 notes - Posted January 4, 2022
*bangs hand against the table* i love this man so much im going to cry. (this has been ini my drafts since september i literally forgot abt this)
General Sniper Mask Dating Headcanons
He has a huge hand fascination. Whether he's playing with yours or you're playing with his, he's happy. Or just whenever you touch him with your hands. Brush his hair and he'll be putty in your hands.
Sit in his lap. Just sit there. He's comfortable. C'mon, it's a free chair, all for you. He just loves having you within his reach at all times. He looks a little ridiculous whenever he pats his lap but you gotta love him.
He's not much for PDA, though. Before the manga he was just a pretty shy kid so he'd burst into flames if you did anything more than hold his hand in the busy public. During the manga, he's really busy trying to survive and he doesn't want you to be able to be used against him. In private, he's all over you.
He would likely only date someone he's known for quite a while, so once you've been officially dating for a few months you'll know that he's a huge fan of cuddling. Spooning is likely his favorite, but anything that feels like he's protecting you is his ideal.
If you pull him down by his tie he’ll melt. Do it. Do it. Just do it.
His love language is likely a mix of acts of service and physical affection.
He really likes looking cool. While in a serious fight his entire focus will be on destroying the enemy as fast as possible, once it’s over and he’s checked the perimeter for hidden enemies, he’ll be sneaking you glances almost asking if you thought he looked cool.
I care him deeply i need to find the time to read this series again
383 notes - Posted March 2, 2022
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