Pairings: Wallace x fem reader, Steven Stone x fem reader, Atticus x fem reader, Raihan x fem reader, Saizo x fem reader, Hop x fem reader, Leon x fem reader, Bede x fem reader, N x fem reader, Grusha x fem reader, Arven x fem reader
Author's Note: Its a mini headcanon situation.
Wallace
Darling, My Lady (when teasing you) My darling lady (when being dramatic)
“My darling lady, you look positively ravishing.” “Darling, your shows on!” “My Lady, you only need to ask.”
Steven Stone
Sweetheart, hun
“Sweetheart, have you seen this week's news article?” “Hey, hun.*kisses cheek*”
Raihan
Babe, beautiful, snugglebug
“Hey babe!” “Sup beautiful.” “There’s my little snugglebug!”
Saizo
Love, Smoochum
“Behind you, love.” “Morning, smoochum.”
Hop
Poppet, love
“Ey poppet!” “Morning, love.”
Leon
Babe, doll
“Babe! Where’d you put the ice cream!?” “Come on doll, you want food right?”
You call him twinklebutt sometimes (I had too)
Bede
My dear, pet, babe
“My dear you look . . . breathtaking.” “How are you, pet?” “Babe! You here?!”
N
Sweetie, love, honey, sweetheart
“*Buries face in shoulder* Hi, honey.” “Sweetie, it's half past nine.” “Don’t forget to call the store tomorrow, love.” "Sweetheart, please go to bed."
Atticus
My lady, my love, darling, my dear
“I entrust it to thy care, my dear.” “Parting is such a sweet sorrow, my love.” “Why, if it is not my lady!” "Darling, have you hidden my shoe?"
Grusha
Honey, buttercup,
“Honey, have you seen my scarf?” “Let's get you home buttercup.”
Arven
Muffin, baby, hotstuff, pumpkin, little buddy
“See ya tonight, baby.” “Hey, hotstuff!” “How's my muffin doing?” “There’s my little pumpkin eater!” “Yes! Nice going, little buddy!"
Hey friend, I'd love to request something!
I'd love to see a platonic Atticus X Reader where she lives on the streets, steals his purse and almost gets away with it, but he still catches her. Instead of getting her arrested, he is impressed with her technique and offers her a position amongst his informants. After all, beggars make for the best spies, since no one truly pays attention to them... Apart from Jesus, Whom she has a brief interaction with in the end.
Feel free to make additions or leave out parts you don't like!
Thank you in advance and God bless! 🫶
Jesus // Olive Branches // Platonic
Requested by @the-chosen-fanfiction
Author's Note: So this ended up being a bit different from what was requested! Both Atticus and Jesus are present, but Jesus ended up having more time dedicated to Him. As a result, this is labeled as a platonic Jesus x Reader. It's also been a while since I've written anything, so I'm not sure if the tone remains consistent. I prayed while writing though, so hopefully it's good! Enjoy!
Word Count: 2293
//
Ok, this guy’s lighter on his feet than he looks.
It was supposed to be a routine thing for you: look for an unsuspecting passerby — ideally a tourist, or at least someone that seems easy to distract — wait for your cue and grab their money. Your ‘partner-in-crime’ (read: your little brother, Yativ, who continued to call himself that no matter how much you rolled your eyes) would grab the attention of your target for enough time that you could escape unnoticed with a couple shekels or drachmas.
Granted, this last attempt was on a young man who was traveling with some famous Rabbi that everyone had been buzzing about. Risky? Yes. But Adonai had long given up on you, so you gave up on Him. Besides, popular preachers received plenty of offerings. He could afford to spare a few coins.
One of His disciples had brought his satchel with him. He was distracted, poorly concealing his emotions as he listened to the sermon being shared in the Temple court.
You had smirked to yourself. Only a fool would let their keeper of the purse carry their money so openly. This would be easy.
Everything had gone according to plan up till that point— your brother jumping in front of your target, “SIR!!! I like your tunic!!” The man nearly jumped a cubit into the air, how own curly smacking his face in the process.
“It’s olive green, yes? Did you know that olive green is my favorite color???! Because it reminds me of olives???!? DID YOU DYE YOUR TUNIC WITH OLIVES!?!”
As the guy attempted to handle your menace of a younger brother, you crept in closer. Your hand was right on the bag, nearly grabbing—
“Father, glorify your name!”
The earth seems to tremble at that moment. The skies roar like a lion.
"I HAVE GLORIFIED IT, AND I WILL GLORIFY IT AGAIN."
Was that thunder?? Why did it speak? And why did it feel so familiar? You turn to where both voices came from, and He meets your eyes.
His eyes glint with something - recognition. Your spirit does the same.
In your panic you ended up yanking the whole purse off the man's shoulder.
"Wh- HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THAT’S MY BAG!!”
Oh oops.
Worst of all, this guy's screech caught the ear of a couple Roman soldiers standing nearby.
And you, Y/N bat No One, decided to take your leave. The idea of getting arrested for stealing a man purse was a low blow to your pride.
“MEET ME AT THE SPOT YATIV!”
Chaos and clanging metal chase you as you bolt out the temple courts into the streets of Jerusalem, distancing yourself from the strange man who can speak to the sky.
//
Now, back to the present.
You had lost most of your pursuers early on, but there was still somebody following you. It irked you — you couldn’t see him now, and you don’t even know if he had been at the Temple prior, but you felt him. Could practically see the glint in his eye as he watched you from the shadows. He looked like an old man, so how was he able to keep up with you so easily?!!
No matter. This battle would be all instinct, but you had to win. The capital city of Judea were cruel, and Yativ needed you. Getting caught was not an option.
You had craftily evaded capture up to this point — all you needed to do was get out of sight and you’d be fine.
Slipping to the left, you scamper to the end of a small alleyway. Dust flies as you leap onto a canopy and pull yourself over the wall. Another alley greets you — completely abandoned. You have no idea where you are.
Oh well. You needed a break anyways.
The sounds of the busy streets fade into the distance as you lean against the wall, gasping desperately for air. Your vision blurs: ringing overwhelms your ears. You shouldn’t be exerting yourself like this on an empty stomach.
Undoing the latch, you open the leather purse to find two loose shekels in-between sheets of papyrus. Many words seem to be written on each piece.
Your initial assumption was incorrect, it seems. This is the bag of a scribe, not a coin keeper.
Your eyes catch on phrases like "the Son of Man,” and “bread of life,” and your curiosity gets the better of you. Dusting your hands off as well as you could on your worn-down tunic, you pull out a page that seemed more recent.
“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”
Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”
Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
You lower the page, heart racing within your chest.
You didn’t need to continue reading to know what happened next — it was all that anyone at the temple had been talking about lately. Everyone knew about the Ghost of Bethany. But to have an eyewitness account?
And, on top of that, with everything that you saw earlier? With everything that your entire being is convicting you with right now???
...
You couldn't keep this - you had to give it back.
You stare off into space — so overwhelmed by what you’ve read that you completely miss the growing sound of footsteps.
“Ah, here you are. John has quite the way with words, no?”
You gasp — How did He get here?!
The Man from earlier stands before you. Nothing from His appearance suggested anything out of the ordinary, but something within you knew better. Knew Him.
“Y-you ….. Y-You’re —“
He nods, and something cracks in you. Your face turns bitter. Angry.
“Where have you been? Why did You st-stop answering my prayers?” You don’t bother to hide your face as tears flood freely. “Y-Yativ and I — we needed you. Abba and Eema died, but when I asked You why You didn’t answer me. You didn’t help us when I asked you to! Why didn't you?!”
His eyes fill with sorrow as He cups your face. In spite of yourself, you lean into it.
“B-But the worst part?” You choke back a sob as He embraces you. “I-I …. I-I couldn’t hate You. I-I still can’t hate You. You mean too much to me”
“I know.” You know He knew, so why did He do nothing?
He inhales, pulling back slightly to look you into the eye, “I know you’ve had to go through so much.” His voice is raw as He kisses your forehead, letting you weep freely into His shoulder, “You may not understand now why it had to be this way, but I have never stopped loving you.”
Minutes pass, with the Son of God holding you through your grief.
Then again, He always has, hasn’t He? You would soon understand that His hand had never left you. That, even when you cursed His name, He never took His eyes off of you. You would see Him at His lowest, and your heart would know His. You felt the ache in your chest go away as His presence envelopes you. Everything will be ok.
Lifting your head, you wipe at your eyes, “So, now that you’re here … what do I do? I don’t even know where Yativ is, much less how we’re going to survive living like this.”
“Oh, him?” Jesus chuckles, not unkindly, as He helps you to your feet, “Don’t worry, he’s safe. He’s with my disciples right now, and my Eema’s made it her mission to spoil him rotten.”
You bark out a laugh, “I’m not even going to ask how that works, but ok. I trust you. Also—“ you gingerly hand Him the stolen purse, a sheepish smile on your face, “Your disciple — John, was it? I think he might want this back. Tell him that he is a very good writer when you give it to him. That I- well, that it just really feels like you’re there when you read it.”
This time He’s the one laughing, “Why thank you. Yes, He is very anxious to receive these back — though, I know for sure that he’ll appreciate the compliment.” There’s a teasing in His eyes that you don’t pick up on, but you’ll find out soon enough. “You can tell him so yourself, if you'd like.”
You brighten at that.
“I can?”
“Of course! He's there with your brother, after all.”
With a new burst of energy you go to follow Him. Weirdly enough, however, He stops walking and turns towards you.
“Not yet though.”
You blink, “… Why not?”
Jesus smiles knowingly at your confused expression, “The Father would just like to do something for you first. Go back the way you came and you’ll see what I mean.”
There’s a glimmer in His eye — the one that only shows up when He’s up to something. You raise your eyebrow at Him and His smile widens. He gives you a shrug as He exits the alley, whistling a hymn.
“But Jesus- Hey WAIT! When will I see you again??!”
“Soon!” He calls back, keeping stride.
//
You jump back over the wall as soon as He’s out of sight, your body thrumming with anticipation and glee.
Your excitement quickly fades, however, when the last person you want to see right now is leaning against the wall, holding a half-eaten fig in his hand.
“So," he starts, "Are we finished pretending that I couldn’t find you?” He states this nonchalantly, though his demeanor betrays some level of impatience and sarcasm.
You look up at the sky for a brief second. Geez, Adonai. This couldn’t wait?
“Look,” you start slowly, holding back some choice words that you’re aching to throw at this guy, “I’m sorry for taking that bag; it was wrong. I gave it back already to the honor — well,” you pause, “At least, someone who will give it back to them.”
“A-and nothing in there was taken out — I made sure of it. B-but I-I know that things need to be squared away accordingly and it’s ok if you need to arrest me or take me t—“
He lifts a hand to stop your ramble, and you’re shocked that it worked. “Please. If I was going to arrest you I would’ve done so already.”
“Ok so then…” You process what he said before your eyes widen slightly.
“Wait — hold on, you’re not detaining me?”
“Nope, unfortunately.”
“Why not?”
”Because,” he sighs, pushing himself off the way, “You escaped my men in a matter of minutes. No one escapes my men — but you did, and you did so easily. And right now, that’s extremely useful.”
The hand that he had used to point at you opens up, inviting yours into a handshake, “Atticus Aemilius Pulcher, Cohorte Urbanae. I rarely find myself this impressed.”
You stare at his hand for a second, still reeling from this whole situation, before slowly returning the gesture with a dry expression. “Y/N bat Josiah, Jewish beggar. So how am I exactly useful to you?”
“I need information, but I don’t need people to know that I need it, if you catch my drift.”
You nod slowly, gesturing with your hand for him to continue, “So….”
He groans, “Look — I need informants. A Pharisee has been able to have someone watching what’s been going on with this Jesus character since day one, and none of my men have come close to giving me the information I need." He barely attempts to veil his frustration. "I can’t do the job myself all the time but not one of my trained soldiers has proven to me that they could handle this sort of thing.”
You mull over his words, “... And that’s where I come in.”
“And that’s where you come in.”
“Hm….” You fold your hands across your chest, tilting your head.
“You said Jesus, yes? I think I can get close. What did you want to know?”
“Anything you can find out, but especially background information on Him. Rome isn’t very happy with how frantic the people are getting around this Man — but they don’t necessarily want any executions. The more we know about Him, the more we can dispute any claims that would cause civil unrest.”
You shudder at the mention of the death penalty, but Something tells you that you wouldn’t betray Him by taking this offer.
“Ok, I’ll bite. But what’s in it for me? I have mouths to feed.” Ignoring the unintended pun, you muster up some gusto to see if that’ll help your case.
That same Something from earlier internally calls you out for that, telling you that it isn’t necessary. Your bold pose turns a bit sheepish at that. You’re practically being offered payment for hanging out with the Messiah, so any amount would do.
The Cohorte doesn’t seem to notice. “It’s not much, but,” he glances to the slide, making sure no one is looking, before leaning in.
You gape. Vaguely, you recall hearing something along the lines of the cattle on a thousand hills.
Are you kidding??! ‘Not much’ my tzitzit.
Gaming your face once more, you look directly at the man in front of you.
“You know what Atticus, I think this is the beginning of a long, fruitful relationship. When do I start?”
Headcanons | The first ‘I love you’ with Andrew, Atticus & Big James | Romantic
Andrew
He is the first to say it to you, because he’s been an absolute fool for you long before you even as much as noticed him.
If it hadn’t been for his big-mouthed older brother that made him feel a bit insecure about himself, Andrew would have approached you ages before the two of you began following Jesus.
Imagine his joy when he found out that you were a follower of the Messiah, too. It meant that he finally had a chance at getting to know you.
Now both well into adulthood, Andrew feels less intimidated by the reputation that Simon used to have around Capernaum in earlier days, and often spends time with you.
Little did he know, you have felt the same for him all that time.
However, Andrew is not yet aware of this. Regardless of it, he tells you that he loves you quite early on in your budding relationship.
He flinches as soon as the words leave him, for the former fisherman instantly wonders if he messed up.
The son of Jonah feels so stupid. He is definitely scaring you off now, proclaiming that he loves you only weeks after the two of you confessed having feelings for each other—
“—I love you, too.”
Andrew blinks and turns red. Did you mean that? Yes, the way you’re looking at him tells him that you truly mean it.
He just embraces you after that. “You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted to tell you that, (Y/n). You are everything to me, since forever.”
Atticus
You are the first to say it to him.
Honestly, when you first started seeing Atticus, he never expected for things to go as far as they did. He didn’t expect to fall for you so deeply and truly.
So when one day, when he has to leave for a mission somewhere halfway across the region, whilst you two are saying goodbye to each other, he doesn’t expect you to sweetly whisper into his ear as you embrace him: “I love you. Come back home safe.”
It takes him by complete surprise. Not so much the fact that you do love him, but more so the fact that it renders him entirely speechless for a second. Only now, he seems to realise just how much you mean to him.
Upon coming to his senses, he cradles your face and looks you in the eye. “I love you, too, my darling.”
After kissing you warmly and leaving you in favour of his duty, he cannot get it out of his head. The way you sounded whilst saying it, so soft and genuine, coupled with the reaction it had gotten out of him… He can not get you out of his mind.
Atticus comes to a conclusion right then and there.
Once he returns from his trip, he carries a little gift for you on his person, consisting of a small square box involving a ring and a forever-promise.
Big James
He is the first one to tell you that he loves you.
James doesn’t realise that he actually loves you after nearly losing you.
He knows that he should have asked you first whether you could swim when he invited you out on a fishing trip one day.
James thought it was the most romantic idea ever: taking you out on the water and sharing some wine and good stories whilst being all by yourselves. A good way of getting to know one another better before your upcoming wedding.
He also should have warned you about the strong current, for you aren’t prepared when a particularly powerful wave hits the side of the boat and pulls you right over the edge.
“(Y/n)!” James cries out and instantly dives in after you when he notices your struggle to stay above the water.
Once he pulls you back into the boat, you cough up water for a good five minutes before you’re ready to die of embarrassment.
James makes sure you are safe and sitting up straight, helping you out and offering you comfort.
“You didn’t tell me you couldn’t swim—”
“—I didn’t know I was going to fall into the water!” you sob. James pulls you into a tight hug.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, you hear me? I love you too much to lose you.”
That makes your shivering instantly stop as you sit with your head against his chest.
“You love me?”
“Of course I do.”
You cannot fight a little smile as you embrace him tighter, nuzzling into him. “I love you too,” you whisper softly.
*This has not been updated since October. I am so sorry...but it is very time consuming and my priority is catching up on requests right now! I will let you know when it is updated.
Could I request some headcannons of the ScarVi boys with an agender s/o who struggles a lot with dissociation and stuff? Like maybe how they’d comfort them. Preferably it/its and nym/nyms pronouns please. I personally don’t like being seen as super human due to how often I dissociate if that gives any ideas for writing.
Hello~ so sorry for how long this took. Life has been. A lot. I don't know how much use of pronouns I'll have since I generally write in the second person but I'll do my best! I also have issues with dissociation, but not a lot, so I hope I represent things as best as I can for you. I know everyone's dissocciation manifests differently as well as what helps, some folks need to be put into a lot of activity while others need isolation for a bit, at least from my experience, so I just want to represent all I can. :)
Also if I left anyone out you were looking for please let me know! There's a lotta guys so I left out a few, you said "boys" so I went with the academy guys.
ScarVio Boys x Agender S/O Who Dissocciates!
Arven
🥪 - Arven is definitely a little confused when you first dissocciate around him. First he's worried it's something he did. Then he's worried you're sick or something. So he doesn't handle it super well the first time it happens. But once he realizes what's going on he falls into a rhythm.
🥪 - He's always incredibly communicative but tries to keep himself from grilling you with questions. He handles things with a fair bit of caution as he gradually gets a feel of what dissocciating looks like for you and what you need.
🥪 - Arven always has your back when it comes to your needs. He makes sure you're well-fed and hydrated. If you can't bring yourself to cook for yourself, of course he's going to be doing it for you. (And speaking from personal experience god wouldn't that be the best)
🥪 - Mabosstiff is always hanging out with you too. Sometimes Arven will help guide your hands through the Pokemon's long, coarse fur as a grounding device. Or if you need a lot of sensory input to help, he can also totally just let Mabosstiff jump on you and lick you half to death.
🥪 - He gets restless when there's not something he can do for you at all times and he needs to take time to learn sometimes the best thing he can do to help is just sit with you in silence. Though, occasionally, he'll ask if you'd feel better if he talks. He'd talk for hours if it meant helping bring you down to Earth.
Giacomo
🔈 - Music is one of the best grounding tools and you can bet your ass Giacomo is using every last bit of his musical knowledge and gear to help you.
🔈 - He gets you your own pair of custom headphones, whatever kind you want, one of those types that have noise cancelling you can switch on and off if you're dissocciating for reasons of being overwhelmed.
🔈 - He puts together all the very playlists of all your favorite songs, organized by vibe ofc.
🔈 - And if you need it he'd be happy to share an earbud with you if you need the one-on-one connection of listening to music together.
🔈 - If you're in a public space he's also very swift and on the spot with getting you somewhere calm to decompress.
🔈 - He doesn't really have many words for you, but he'll squeeze your hand and remind you with gentle touches that you're here, and so is he.
Atticus
🧵 - If talking helps guide you through dissocciation, he's probably the one for you. You ask, and he'll just sit next to you and wax poetry for hours. It can help if you're someone who just needs words or conversation, it doesn't matter what the content is.
🧵 - If what you need is a quiet place to come back down to earth he'll whisk you to the very best right away. He has some good spots he finds ideal for meditation that he finds would be ideal.
🧵 - Atticus has lots of little one-on-one activities he offers to do with you. He'll paint your nails, let you try things on or model for him, even just hold up a sleeve of one of his current projects for him to stitch.
🧵 - Or if you need him to just sit next to you in silence, he can do that too. Or if you need him completely gone he'll leave you alone for as long as you need. I think Atticus understands better than most what you might need and to be patient with you, and he never takes your distance personally if it needs to happen.
🧵 - He can also put together some kind of garment like a sweater or hoodie that's sensory-friendly and he will take every last one in your preferences into account. Colors, weight, length, especially material, if you ever make a request expect it to be followed to a T.
🧵 - No matter what it is, if there's one thing you can be sure of it's that Atticus will be patient.
