𖤐 ┆D3rlord3 X Reader
𖤐 ┆Type: Headcanons (General)
𖤐 ┆Warnings: None
Authors note:
I'm dsmping this and making Minecraft the reality you're both in. The king in yellow is not present in this au (At least, not yet). Not much romance but I'm working on it.
A book reader.
An active one, at that. The kind of book worm that would keep the library at a good 72°F. If, of course, temperature was a luxury the both of you could afford.
He built it one off day. Roof high and shelves stacked head to toe with story upon story upon recipe book and the occasional archive.
He likes reading to you when the day is quiet and there's no need to tend to his daily rituals.
(Rituals consisting of hunting, feeding you, feeding himself, and working on things that begged hard enough to catch his trained eye. How he knew what you fix―You were never too sure yourself―never seemed like such a heavy task.)
He enjoys fantasy. The liege and their knight were always his favorites, alongside mystery and action.
He'd never tell you this, and would rather it be buried away with his more.. embarrassing thoughts, but before you both had become official, he would pick up a page and recite a written confession like a vow.
A vow that, one day, he'd recite to you.
He wasn't the best at being a romantic guy.
He knew that basics; Bring flowers, compliment them, act like a gentleman.
That wasn't enough, he eventually realized.
It got him places, but they weren't enough to woo you.
He'd spend his days taking notes from the great man Shakesword, or by reading aloud 'A Red, Red Rose' by Lava Burns.
Pretty words for a pretty person, he'd say after learning poetry like a religious man would learn the Bible.
He learned many things simply to gain your favor.
That wasn't to say he was talentless.
He mastered chess, figured out puzzles within the span of a minute, and actively participated with textbooks of random knowledge the villages would leave behind.
He was a man of sound mind, and often liked to use such an ability to the absolute best.
He'd share fact after fact with you. Ancient civilizations that used to roam beneath the heels of your feet. Legends heard from the village folk when night approached and he'd snag a conversation or two.
And, if he heard a particularly good one, a romantic one, he'd play around with the idea of reincarnation.
He enjoys the idea of it.
He likes to think about it. when you're fast asleep beside him in a bed he built with his own two hands. When your head rests against his shoulders just right after almost stirring awake from a ghost of a kiss to the forehead.
Its times like those when he let's himself get lost in thought.
Thoughts about you, mostly. Other things as well, but mostly you.
You, and the multitude of things he likes when it comes to you.
Kisses on the forehead are like a passion to him. Your lips are perfect, but he's always been more of a gentle man.
Gentle in the ways that counted. Gentle when you needed him to be.
He's level headed, and isn't afraid to let that be known through the steadiness of his hands and the precision of his words.
Thought before action.
I'm not exactly sure how to write him or even characterize him in a romantic setting but I'm in love with him and I think he'd be the domestic type. Gentle giant, if you will.
