@hannahpony Request: Can you do a 1146 x Reader request? If so, then could you do like the first meeting between them?
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In all honesty, you weren’t all too keen about the immune system. As a young cell, of course you had to learn about your role in the body and how it interacted with other cells. While you were currently in the service industry (as a hepatocyte entertaining numerous cells), you weren’t all too keen about the immune system.
Like anyone else who were of a similar disposition—that of a civilian cell—you’ve heard of all the horror stories and gory retellings of interactions with the immune system. You’ve heard of tales of the bloodlust and the fear that were instilled into the organelles of all the civilian cells that you knew. Rumors of neutrophils that went feral once their receptors started pinging, of Killer T Cells running amok outside of the sympathetic vessels, and even stranger cells that specialized in certain areas of defense that you didn’t want to think about.
Immune cells were part of a sector that, frankly, you didn’t want to interact with unless absolutely necessary.
They were unstable, volatile, and yet, so very important to the body.
Your job was also important to the body.
Which meant that serving a group of neutrophils during their break period was going to be important.
And yet, so very terrifying.
You were fairly new to the hepatocyte business, but even the veterans at the establishment insisted that you serve them. They claimed that it was for the “exposure” to a cell type that you weren’t familiar with. They also said that it was good to “broaden your horizons” and it would provide you with opportunities to “practice your ability to host”.
As if it wasn’t instilled into your very DNA to be as charming as needed for your clients.
Still, though, you were young and they were your superiors. You had to say yes and take the neutrophils’ table.
At first, you had steeled yourself for weird fellows who just happened to be armed to the teeth with more knives than you were comfortable with. However, before you knew it, you were somewhat… Well, you weren’t fully comfortable with a table filled with these white soldiers, but you were charmed.
Despite introducing themselves, you had forgotten most of their names. They were lively and had unforgettable personalities, but their alphanumeric designations didn’t seem to stick. That wasn’t exactly a problem; you only needed to be polite and serve.
However, a name did stick out.
U-1146.
It wasn’t because he was funny like the one with curly bangs framing his cherubic face. Or that he was as incessantly flirtatious and suave as the one with the piercing gaze. Or as stoic as the one who actually had the regulation crew cut.
It was because…
Because…
“Sir, are you all right?” Concern was thick and heavy on your tongue as you eyed your client. He appeared to be in the midst of a life changing decision. What was wrong? “Have you decided on what drink you wanted?”
For a moment, you thought that the neutrophil was going to commit apoptosis. His eyes were flickering between his friends and the notepad that you hold in your hand.
“Is it…” He looks askance, almost bashful as he takes in his friends who are snickering behind him. They aren’t malicious—even you can see that— but they are clearly causing the familiar discomfort that is common among close colleagues, or even better, best friends. “I’d actually like to have some tea instead.”
There were jeers—all in good fun—but you instantly noted down his request. Tea, huh? That was unusual. Most cells would have looked to variations of the nutrients that the body consumed—some of which were unhealthy, but still so very popular.
“It calms me and it’s refreshing.”
You hadn’t realized that you had spoken aloud until the neutrophil had said it.
You laughed, a little too airily in your opinion, but he started a little bit before smiling softly at you.
And that’s when it hits you.
He sticks out because he’s shy and the complete opposite of what you expected from a neutrophil.
And despite yourself, you wanted to know more.
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A Matter of Respect (Helper T Cell x Killer T! Reader)
Warnings: Slight fluff, implied fight to the death (jk).
Anonymous Request: Hello! Thank you for the Helper T headcanons! May I get a fluffy fic of Helper T falling for his Killer T Cell S/O, and maybe a disgruntled Killer T Squad Leader on the side? 👀 Thank you!
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Killer T Cell looked at Helper T Cell.
“No.”
“But—”
“I respect you—” Killer T could feel his teeth grind against each other as he set his jaw. He wasn’t sure how, but it physically hurt him to say that aloud. “—but you cannot. Anyone else. Literally anyone else would be a better match for you.”
Despite Helper T’s obvious age, he pouted like a young lymphoblast who had been told that they had to run a particularly hard obstacle course because their time wasn’t fast enough. Seated in his office, it would seem that Helper T should have been the one holding all of the power in this situation, but it was simply not the case. Despite the differences in rank and position, the brunet lymphocyte was a cell who put a lot of emphasis and importance upon propriety and politeness. Though Killer T and himself might not have had the most pleasant of relationships, there was still a begrudging respect between them.
With respect came obligations.
And with obligations… There were times when they both had to swallow their pride and work together towards a common goal.
In this case—
“Killer T, I know that we have had our differences since we were young lymphoblasts, but you must understand that I only want what’s best for all of us!” Rectangular spectacles flashed with a brilliant gleam as Helper T leapt from his desk. While he may not have had the vigor enthusiasm for movement as he had when he was a youth, there was a power that radiated from his being. He wasn’t just asking as a fellow colleague, he was also asking as a comrade in arms—a brother forged from the same lymph node. “I want what’s best for them as well.”
Killer T groaned at the dramatics.
It was bad enough that he had to watch his least favorite neutrophil going after an erythrocyte, but having to witness the same sort of romantic declaration first hand, and from a colleague that he used to look up to as a lymphoblast was almost too much. There had to be a policy in place to prevent workplace romances, right?
This much romance in the body wasn’t healthy, Killer T was sure of it.
Even so, respect was respect.
Even if Killer T felt a lot of reservations concerning the fraternization between cells, he still owed Helper T for a lot from when they were both young lymphoblasts. He would never admit it, however.
That didn’t mean that Killer T was going to make it easy for the other lymphocyte.
Like everything that they had obtained in the immune system, nothing came from doing nothing. One had to work for their position, their prowess, their power.
Killer T wanted to see how far Helper T would go for one of his newer recruits.
“Fine then, if you really want them that badly.” Killer T squared his shoulders and smacked his fist into the palm of his other hand. “Fight me.”
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Helper T was a pragmatic, if dramatic creature at heart. A part of him already knew that he might have to prove himself to Killer T that he was more than capable of making sure that one of the newest T Cell recruits, but he hadn’t expected that it would take a fistfight to the death to get him there. While it had been a long time since he had been out in the field, Helper T did manage to stay in shape. Despite his lean and wiry physique, he knew when to pack a punch when needed and if brute force wasn’t in the cards, then his quick thinking and wit could do the fighting for him.
The fight lasted only three quarters of a minute—if, even that.
Every step, every breath—it was all calculated. Killer T may have looked and played the part of a fearsome, bullying predator, but he was the leader of the Killer T division for a reason. Helper T was the main strategist for all lymphocytes, but even he could not deny that his colleague was just as mentally strong and flexible when it really counted.
Every strike delivered by the blond was perfectly executed. Just enough force for Helper T to take him seriously, but with precise aim and agility that it had the brunet immediately on the defensive. As a youth, Killer T was clumsy. Weak. Unskilled. And far from confident.
Today, Killer T was none of those things. He had graduated and had long since been promoted for greater things.
He knew what he was doing.
Meanwhile, Helper T moved in a rhythm that he thought he had long since forgotten. Waiting for your opponent to weaken from their initial attack was one strategy, but one that heavily relied on the fact that Killer T’s strength could not endure. However, winning wasn’t just outlasting your opponent; sometimes, you had to fight back to the fullest.
In a split second of analysis and with the innate knowledge of watching your colleagues train the new recruits over so many cycles, Helper T wound his arm back and brought it forward.
His fist slammed straight into Killer T’s face.
Thus, knocking the blond lymphocyte out cold.
Helper T won.
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The infirmary wasn’t an uncommon sight for lymphocytes to congregate. After all, every immune cell had graced the halls of the infirmary at least once in their life. As Helper T deposited his long time rival and friend onto a gurney where he would be wheeled into a room, he found that there was a presence behind him.
Could it be…?
He looked behind him and found that his suspicions were right.
It was his favorite Killer T Cell… and with his comrade’s permission (and yes, Helper T considering Helper T’s yelling that was interspersed with coughing and spurts of blood to be permission) Helper T approached them, a bright grin on his face.
“Are you up for sparring during the next cycle?”
Gosh, he absolutely loves working with the immune system.
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Warnings: Implied NSFW (not detailed!), but it’s mostly just fluff.
@quinn-marie1213 Request: Do you have any headcanons for dendritic cell and his S/O?
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Dendritic Cell and an Immune Cell S/O
First of all, Dendritic Cell is not Dendritic Cell unless he has his camera. Depending on how his S/O feels about his cytokines, then he can take all of the photographs he likes. However, if they are far more shy, reserved, or just not wanting too much blackmail, he’ll make sure that he takes their photographs sometimes. After all, the blackmail does serve a purpose and may save their life in the future.
Once Dendritic Cell knows his S/O’s stance concerning his camera and he has the go ahead, of course he’ll take pictures of them at their most embarrassing! Couples are supposed to have treasured memories, right? Of course, it’s not just moments that are embarrassing for his S/O. He’ll make sure to take photos that are pleasing for them like candid shots that are mesmerizing to see, photos of things that his S/O likes, etc.
Dendritic Cell is also a wonderful host and he’ll want to invite his S/O for dates all the time. His S/O better be prepared to consume a lot of tea with glucose—and cooing over the friendly bacteria that like to hang around the Dendritic Cell headquarters. Beware, though, the bacteria will smother them in cuteness if left unattended.
Dendritic Cell wouldn’t be worried over his Immune Cell S/O if they were to ever go into battle. He’s probably seen them in embarrassing moments before (be it on or off the field) and has more than likely photographed it. If push comes to shove, he will activate his S/O to give them an edge. However, such actions are reserved for higher threats than the run of the mill pathogens. For the most part, he knows that his S/O will be safe because if they can survive past encounters, then they’ll live again for the next cycle.
Dendritic Cell and a Civilian Cell S/O
He’s a bit bemused by this scenario, actually. Dendritic Cell doesn’t usually leave his tree. Despite his appearance, he is a homebody by nature, but he is willing to leave if he needs to activate his colleagues.
That said, it would take a certain type of cell to brave through his eccentric (if a bit sadistic demeanor) and accompany him for his day to day work. If his S/O can live with the fact that his job is to pretty much document blackmail material for his immune cell colleagues, then they can pretty much live through anything.
Dendritic Cell, again, would love to take photos of his S/O. Again, he’ll respect their wishes regarding his photo taking. If they don’t want to have their photos taken, that’s more than fine by him. Spending time with his S/O is just as important as documentation. If they allow him to take pictures, he’ll make sure that the photos aren't just embarrassing moments in time (after all, they don’t need to be activated), but rather, memories that they can share together in the future.
Since he won’t be throwing these pictures away, he’ll often invite his S/O for some tea and snacks while they scrapbook their memories together. It’s a far cry from the task of throwing blackmail material at his colleagues, but his S/O can’t deny that it’s relaxing and it has the added bonus of partaking in his favorite hobbies.
Dendritic Cell is also a very curious cell. He knows everything about the immune system, but what of the other cells? If his S/O doesn’t mind, they can spend the cycle roaming around the body or he can follow them around while they do their job. It’ll be an enlightening experience for him and a bonding memory between him and his S/O.
General Headcanons
Dendritic Cell is a bit of an overdramatic diva at times. It only comes out at his most sadistic, for sure, but if his S/O ever feels neglected due to his duties, then he’ll make sure to be extra romantic for them. From aromatic candles, freshly baked confections, and even a little chorus sung by the friendly lactobacteria (yes, he will teach them to sing for his S/O), he’ll make sure that it will lift his S/O’s spirits up.
If his S/O asked, he’ll gladly teach them the basics of photography.
Scrapbooking is a must. If there’s an important anniversary, birthday, or a holiday event, Dendritic Cell will always have a special scrapbook or collage made from his own photographs. They don’t have to be about his S/O; it can be about his S/O’s interests, hobbies, or something he found particularly funny or heartwarming that he wanted to show.
While spending time together and acts of service are two main love languages, he’ll absolutely melt if his S/O embraces him or runs their fingers through his hair. As an immune cell, the rest of the body’s cells don’t necessarily trust him. Sure, he’s not as bloodthirsty as the neutrophils, but he could just as easily call in the cavalry if he so much as suspects you’re a pathogen. On the other hand, he’s a cell that has probably made a lot of enemies because of his job. It’s for the greater good, of course, but you can’t deny that it’s going to be hard to form long lasting relationships when Dendritic Cell has to hoard some sort of blackmail over you. Hence, Dendritic Cell can never get too close to other cells until he meets his S/O.
Sometimes, when he knows it’s just the two of them, Dendritic Cell will help you climb up to one of the higher branches of his favorite tree. There, he’ll keep you close, tucked against his side. Maybe he’ll nap with his S/O. Perhaps they can talk about anything and everything they want. Whatever the case, it’s a safe spot where Dendritic Cell doesn’t feel like he has to do anything, but be himself without his camera.
An activated Dendritic Cell is an attractive Dendritic Cell and yes… NSFW material may ensue while he is in this form. And no, due to the nature of myself and this blog, I won’t elaborate.
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Anonymous Request: Hi! What would Helper T Cell be like with an S/O?? Thank you! :)
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Helper T Cell with a Civilian S/O
This man always takes the path of least resistance no matter the circumstance. He’s a touch lazy, likes to be catered to, and he can also be absent minded and forgetful. However, when it comes to his S/O, he finds himself paying attention.
Maybe it’s the way his S/O addresses him. Maybe it’s because their jobs cross paths on numerous occasions. Or maybe he just finds himself with nothing better to do than to catch sight of his S/O being there.
Whatever the case, once Helper T takes notice of his S/O, he begins to appreciate them—their looks, their personality, and the way they make him feel.
Helper T is far from insecure—he knows that he’s capable of so much and his role in the body dictates that he takes his job seriously. However, he feels empowered by his S/O, almost as if they have rejuvenated the way he handles his work.
So, he begins to work harder.
Even Regulatory T Cell, who has known him for most of their lives, is astounded that Helper T is taking to work with far more zeal than what she is accustomed to.
And as he begins to feel more invigorated and engrossed into bettering his work ethic, he seeks his S/O out more and more. He wants to work harder for them, to be better for them.
Sometimes, under the guise of seeking the services of his S/O’s job, he’ll invite them over to lymphocyte headquarters for his favorite blend of tea and cookies.
He won’t admit it to anyone—especially Killer T or Regulatory T—but it’s his favorite part of the day.
Helper T Cell with an Immune Cell S/O
As much as he is an immune cell, he finds himself more in tune with playing the part of a desk jockey. However, as a Helper T Cell, he still has to inspect the rest of the lymphocyte division and sometimes, he convenes with the other divisions of the immune system from time to time.
That’s probably where he meets his S/O—outside of the comfort of lymphocyte headquarters.
He might be taking notes or just niggling whatever sanity and patience Killer T Cell has left, but then he’ll take notice of his S/O. He might survey how strong or resourceful they are, how they might easily counteract and deflect against their opponent’s moves.
Of course, Helper T has more than had his fair share of training routines and techniques drilled into him as a young lymphocyte, but even he can be impressed.
After watching the training, he’ll probably ask for his S/O to come to talk to him on the off chance that he might observe their progress. Favoritism is far from his mind; he just wants to make sure that they pass the rigorous physical exams that are held in the lymph node.
As time goes by, his interest is bolstered not only by training regimes and practice fights, but with mutual hobbies and by spending more time with each other. He’ll make sure that his S/O is welcome at headquarters any time they please and that they are served the best tea blends.
Furthermore, Helper T will try to get himself out of more work than usual because, well… Why do more documentation and paperwork when he could just go out into the field and relearn how to throw a punch?
Regulatory T Cell isn’t exactly pleased with that development, but Killer T Cell is more than happy with annoying Helper T.
General Headcanons
This man loves his tea and his cookies. If he invites his S/O over for a little get together like this, he definitely likes them.
This man isn’t as lazy and fragile as one might think. If he senses that his S/O is in trouble with a pathogen or a virus, he will definitely demonstrate just how much of a prodigy he was back when he was still a trainee.
He definitely will try to push his documentation and paperwork for Regulatory T to finish if he wants to spend more time with his S/O. (Unless he’s trying to impress his S/O with his work ethic).
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