Hii do you write for Gloxinia from seven deadly sins? If you do can I get general fluff Headcanons with a fem s/o if not then you can ignore me 🤓he’s just so underrated 😌
ɪ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴏ! ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ! :)
I am a firm believer that this man is warm. Like, he parades around without a shirt, so his body temperature must be high enough to allow for that. This opens various opportunities to cling to him in cold weather, which he always welcomes. He isn’t super strong and he may not be able to sustain both your body weight and his, but he’ll sure as hell try, goddamn it.
However, if you press your cold hands to his back out of nowhere, I am absolutely positive that he will shriek and jerk away, calling you “fucker” before he realizes that it’s you. Once he does, he’s holding your hands tightly, apologizing profusely while you laugh and assure him that it’s okay.
Since he kept himself swaddled in Basquias for a decent portion of the anime, I do believe that he isn’t super fond of just anyone touching him. They would have to be important to him. That being said, he’s absolutely okay with showing affection to you and allowing you to reciprocate. He likes skimming his fingers over your forehead when you’re stressed, smoothing out the worry lines and prompting you to let him help out with whatever’s bothering you. If you carefully trace your fingers around the areas where his wings meet his back, he’ll melt. Bonus points if you take your time slowly placing a trail of kisses down the column of his spine between his wings. Sis, he’ll flush such a vivid shade of red that it will rival the color of his hair.
It’s a bit difficult to cuddle with him due to his wings… you know… existing, so you both opt for positions that are comfortable for both you and his wings. He doesn’t really have a preference for who holds who, so long as he gets to touch you. If you want to lay your head on his lap, cool! If you want him to lay on top of you while you card your fingers through his hair, awesome! If you want to rest your ear against his chest and feel his heartbeat dance against your temple, then that’s just as great.
Please play with his hair. He takes great pride in maintaining his hair, as evident by its healthy shine and vibrant scarlet hue, so it took some time for him to accept letting someone else toy with it. Now, he can’t think of anything more soothing than the sensation of your fingers skillfully winding their way through his silky locks and massaging his scalp. He’ll seek you out whenever his duties start to pile up or he has a headache, mumbling about his problems before leaving the annoying throbbing of his cranium in your capable hands. Even when he doesn’t feel the urge to have you play with his hair, he rarely denies you when you insist on trying out different hairstyles on him. The only time he’ll ever swat your hands away is when you’re making yourself mustaches out of his hair while he’s delivering important instructions to people.
You’re utterly fascinated with his wings, and Gloxinia often catches you staring while he’s stretched out across the room reading. A small smile curves his lips as he returns his gaze to the text. He slowly lifts his wings to stretch them, allowing the morning sunlight to collide with them in such a way that casts a kaleidoscope of color on the wall behind him. Your gasp of delight is all it takes to make his day.
He often challenges you to games of hide and seek in the forest. You know you’re at a disadvantage since he has a better grasp on the terrain, but you also know you’ll be in for an onslaught of teasing and poking if you back down. It never matters, though. You’ve never beaten him. Despite his triumphant, borderline mocking laughter as he comes fluttering from his hiding place, he always makes a point to erase your scowl of defeat by sprinkling an array of ticklish kisses upon your face until you’re fighting back a smile.
“What’s that… um, twenty-three wins for me and… twenty-three losses for you?”
During one of his bad days, you snuck in while he was taking a nap, outlined his body with various fruits you had collected, threw a blanket over him, and prayed. Unbeknownst to you, he had been awake the moment you set foot in the room, but it wasn’t until a tiny giggle slipped through his lips that you were made aware. Now that his cover was blown, it wasn’t long before the remainder of his self-control shattered and he dissolved into a fountain of hysterical cackles that vibrated his whole body and had him clutching at his sides. It’s safe to say that his dismal mood dissipated, thanks to you.
He can’t cook or bake for shit. You once walked in on him tossing ingredients into a bowl with reckless abandon, and when you inquired about it, he looked you dead in the eye and told you, “You don’t need a recipe for cornbread. You measure that shit with your heart.” And you’re just there, concerned, like “No, you really don’t.” Please teach him. I’m begging you.
If you don’t know how, then he’ll enjoy learning how to cook alongside you. Your time in the kitchen will be full of trial and error, and there will never be an occasion where one of you doesn’t fling some kind of food item at the other. You’ll literally bring Gerheade a parfait that you and Gloxinia tried concocting together, and she’ll take one look at your flour-dusted hair and the fucking tomato paste splattered on Gloxinia’s shoulder before sighing in defeat.
He’ll 100% ask you to tie his hair up for him before you guys head to the kitchen. He could do it himself, but he prefers feeling your fingers gently combing through his hair as you pull it back into a ponytail. Plus, trying to deal with your own hair is a pain, especially if it’s as long and thick as his. His arms get tired trying to corral his hair into a presentable style, but he’d rather die than admit that to you.
While we’re on the topic of hair, he adores playing with yours, regardless of how short it is. If it’s too short to weave into braids, then he’ll be sticking clips and barrettes into your hair at random and pulling small sections into tiny ponytails. You’ll be borderline fed up with his antics, but he’ll be cracking up like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen. If your hair is on the longer side, then good fucking luck.
Okay, but all jokes aside, if you ask him to do your hair for an event, he’ll be so focused. Playtime is over. According to him, there is absolutely no one more capable of fulfilling this task. He’ll ask you every two minutes if he’s hurting you, but really, there’s no reason to. His nimble hands section off your hair with immense precision and care, his fingers adept as they draw specific strands every which way, threading together the most intricate and magnificent hairstyle you’ve ever seen.
On another note, he’d definitely be the perfect boyfriend to talk shit with. You could kick open his door like, “Guess what the fuck I heard about this bitch today!” And you’ll hear footsteps thundering toward you from down the hall before he skids into the room like, “Tell me everything. Don’t leave out any details. I’ll make tea immediately.”
He’d be such a fun boyfriend istg
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