Then, I’d like to request headcanons or a oneshot about how the kiy deals with His beloved unfortunately not being able to look at him without endangering themselves!! ^^
- C
Hell yeah man I’ve gotchu!
Gn reader!
As a down bad man from Ithaca once said, “I’m just a man.”
MDNI
Spoilers for sfawtde/dawtde so be aware!!
TW: You’re literally dating the equivalent of an eldritch being, mentions of gore (like what would happen to you if you looked at the KIY), probably a power imbalance? Possessive and borderline obsessive behavior exhibited by the king.
He/Him pronouns used for the king.
Masterlist here!
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- You really were just any average person, a player in this vast block world. Selling crops, going mining, visiting the local village, it was average.
- Your love life was anything but.
- The king in yellow was someone you’d forgotten about, an ancient being you’d heard about in passing, certain of his nonexistence.
- Apparently being smart wasn’t in your roster of skills, because you ended up in his world where everything was on his terms.
- The landscapes you found yourself in were liminal and strange. Misshapen trees that felt unnatural to look at turning into towering walls in a way they’d never grow on their own.
- Underwater caves that went in every direction, ancient text carved high into a wall that at one point was a puzzle to move forward, but someone had dug through it with a pickax and made the challenge null.
- There were so many things, so many places, going ways that you probably wouldn’t be able to backtrack through. It was unnerving, but you hadn’t come across anything insanely creepy, not even a zombie.
- You eventually made it to the gates, open and daunting in a never ending void, greeted by a sultry voice that made your heart jump in fear.
- “What brings you here wandering one?” Your breath hitched, staring at the gates, uncertain, “I..I don’t know.”
- That’s how the two of you met. He called himself “The King” but you clocked him rather quickly as The King in Yellow.
- The king didn’t harm you, scare you, try to trick you. He wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but you impressed him. You’d made it through his world unscathed and unbothered, simply doing it because curiosity got the better of you.
- He found it rather endearing.
- You were so small compared to his imposing figure, but you didn’t cower. You’d sit outside his gates and talk to him about your day, friends, what busied you. He enjoyed listening to your voice, laugh, watching with his infinite knowledge.
- He made it a point to know everything about you but still ask questions. Humans liked connecting through speech/quality time and even though you were inferior, he enjoyed hearing you say your favorite color or your least favorite food.
- He was surprised that you asked questions back and took considerable time with his answers.
- He was even more surprised that you remembered the things he told you, like when you brought him sunflowers from the overworld, he’d told you he liked any flowers that were yellow.
- He informed you the moment he took Intrigue that you wouldn’t be able to look at him, you pestered as to why, upset, but he wouldn’t tell you. All he said was it would damage you beyond repair, tear your brain apart, unable to process the information it would bestow upon you like a curse.
- He can touch you though, just can’t let you see his face.
- He’ll reach a hand out and caress hair from your face with a black, clawed hand, or simply let you play with his fingers.
- He likes draping his hand across your middle as you sit. You’ll play with his sleeve and talk, it calms him.
- He finds you fascinating in a way he’d never experienced before. He knows all, he knows everything about you, but every interaction leaves him warm and content.
- You both figure out a compromise so you can properly interact, blindfold!
- You have to keep it secure at all times and keep your eyes shut underneath it, but now you can interact with your boyfriend beyond a pair of doors.
- You call him your boyfriend, but that word doesn’t mean much to him.
- You are his.
- He’s cold and covered in fabrics, layers and layers of different textures you have a lot of fun playing with.
- He loves messing with your hair, smoothing it down or tangling his claws into it.
- Likes to tease you, but in a “you could never know the answer to this” type of way and makes you guess answers to his bizarre questions. He won’t tell you unless you get it right.
- His favorite thing to do is just..watch. He watches you like a TV show, planting crops, sweating in the sun, roaming the forest, petting your farm animals.
- He hates when you speak to others. How dare they even glance at what is his?? You aren’t meant to be seen by inferior eyes, only his own.
- He is all powerful and is not above eradicating those that disrespect you- scratch that. Those who even think impure or disrespectful thoughts about you.
- You are below him, but you are above everyone else around you. You are his and no harm will come to what is his.
- Builds you your own world in his domain full of life and beautiful structures. He wants to keep you below with him and is pleased when you spend less and less time in the overworld.
- Watches you sleep. Watches you eat. Watches you do literally everything and anything.
- He..is capable of kissing and will indulge you if you so wish, but his mouth is more a mass of black. It feels weird and a lil slimy, but it’s still a nice kiss.
- Please please please tell him how powerful and knowledgeable he is, fluster that god!!
- Finds it cute when you learn new things, even more so when you get actively excited about it.
- Reads your thoughts and has no guilt about it.
- Becomes enraged and a little worried if you think anything negative about yourself. If it’s about how weak you are because you can’t look at his bare face? Oh he is a wreck.
- You are cradled in his arms, blindfold on, reassured in a very strict way that he cherishes you and being human is not a flaw he particularly cares too much about.
- He knows everything about you, including your hobbies and the things you like. He’ll make an effort to leave you things you’ll enjoy in the little world he’s built for you.
- A softie but only for you and he only lets you see so much of it.
- Angsty idea! But I can see a scenario where you almost see the king’s face, almost a glance that would tear your mind apart. He slams his hand into you, pushing you roughly into the ground to stop you from registering any of his features.
- The wind is knocked out of you, you’re trembling, back aching from the impact. He’s simply holding you there.
- He moves his hand to cradle your face, whispering an apology that sounds like its own ashamed prayer.
- If you flinch away or cry he will give you needed space, but stresses that what he did wasn’t voluntary. He must make sure you never see his face and if that means hurting you to prevent it? He will do what he must.
- The guilt, an emotion he is not familiar with, eats him alive. You are fragile and weak, a being made of breakable parts, so easily shattered in so many ways.
- He sees you cry and bruise and fear him, festering a feeling of longing inside his soul. Something unfamiliar, uncomfortable.
- It makes him angry.
- He gifts you anything and everything you could long for, cradles you if you so allow it, but any spoken apology will not be spoken. He already said he was sorry, now he must prove he means it.
- When did you turn him into something so weak? How could someone as insignificant as you were to him change him at all?
- He wanted to feel your skin, your lips on his face, the warmth or cold that radiated off of you, hear your laugh, see your smile.
- He resents you, but he would tear the world asunder if it took you away.
- He finally tells you why you can’t look at his face.
- All the knowledge in the universe, an infinite amount of information that your brain simply cannot handle.
- You’d scream and cry and claw at your face. Your brain would split apart and bring itself back together over and over.
- You’d think and see all. Know and understand every equation, every word ever spoken.
- Your body could only live on in his domain, you’d suffer until your body gave up, bleed and crumble into nothing.
- It makes you finally understand and you stop pestering, stop trying to see his face.
- He knows you are saddened but knows it’s for the better. His strange human is safe with him as long as they do what they’re told.
- He’ll make sure of it.
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That’s it for now! Sorry if it got a little dark but I had a lot of fun with this! Hope you enjoyed!
Have a nice day and stay safe!
- Moss Man
