Notes: Once again it’s 2 am and I am still awake. I really love Meruem and I hope you enjoy this small soft moment with a very confused Chimera King ♡
There were few people Meruem trusted. Even fewer people he actually let close. Not that anyone would ever dare getting close to the Chimera Ant King anyways.
Well, that wasn’t completely true.
There was one person that dared getting close to him. And it was this very same person, sitting across from him, smiling at the king.
Meruem stared at your smaller form. You were so weak, so fragile, nothing compared to his own perfection and yet… you were the only thing that made him feel like an actual person.
And he would burn cities, conquer kingdoms—he’d even destroy the world to see you looking at him like that. Like he wasn’t a monster. Like you cared.
His gaze softened and his lips turned the slightest bit upward. You were truly a fascinating creature. Capturing the king’s attention so easily and living to tell the tale. How curious…
Meruem stared at you, lost in his own thoughts. He didn’t even notice you changing your position.
Neither did he notice how mischievously you grinned at him
“Boop”
Meruem was taken aback.
His eyes wide as he stared at your finger, planted directly on his nose.
Was this some kind of attack? Or some weird human custom? Should he be insulted? Why were his cheeks heating up? Did you use some kind of nen on him?
The Chimera’s head filled with a dozen questions. Mind racing at your surprise attack.
“What… was that about?” Meruem tried to keep his voice monotone as usual—devoid of any emotion.
And he failed miserably.
His voice cracked halfway through the sentence. Eyes darting across your face. His cheeks completely red.
“I booped your nose!”
You grinned. Meruem blinked. His face completely blank.
You what? Booped his nose?
What was that supposed to mean? And why did he want you to do it again?
You laughed at his bewildered expression. “Don’t worry it’s nothing bad I promise,” you pressed out between laughter and wiping away a small tear.
Meruem scoffed.
He didn’t like you laughing at him. So he did what seemed an acceptable response and booped you back.
His finger pressed down on your nose, smug grin on his face.
You slapped his hand away and pouted.
“You didn’t need to go full Hulk-smash on my face. That actually hurts, you know?”
“Hulk- what?”
“Nothing.”
There were few people Meruem trusted. Even fewer people he actually let close.
But you? You weren’t just someone he let close—you were the one he wanted closest of all.
Could I request some fluffy Meruem x fem!reader who has chronic pain? Maybe chronic headaches or something... I'd love to see how you imagine him being with someone who's always in violent pain hehe.
Painkiller
Characters: Meruem x fem!Reader
Notes: Funny thing—I actually suffer from chronic migraines myself, so that’s what I used as the basis for the chronic pain in this! Thank you so much for the request, and I really hope it’s what you were hoping for :)
Meruem didn’t know how you were still alive.
You were delicate—so painfully human, and even your own body seemed to betray you at every turn.
You had once told him, in a quiet voice and with tired eyes, that you struggled with migraines. He’d only nodded, brow creased, thinking it was just another human quirk he didn’t understand.
But then he started noticing.
How often you seemed drained.
How you winced at light, complaining that it was too bright, too sharp.
How nausea would strike you suddenly, leaving you pale and trembling.
At first, he’d been… irritated.
You were unpredictable—fragile, moody, overly sensitive. He hated the feeling of walking on eggshells around you. And yet—he found himself doing it anyway.
But what shifted him was the expression you wore when you thought no one was watching. The way your face crumpled into quiet pain. How your shoulders curled inward, trying to shrink away from the world. How your normally warm voice dulled when the pain overtook you.
He hated it.
He hated seeing that pain—etched into your body, your posture, your spirit.
You had learned to hide it well. Years of practice had made you graceful even in agony. But there were days when the mask slipped.
Today was one of those days.
Everything was too loud.
Too bright.
Too much.
Your head was splitting. Your eyes burned with every flicker of light.
It hurt.
You hadn’t asked for this kind of life.
You’d curled up in a dark corner of Meruem’s castle, the way you often did when your chronic pain flared. Tucked into yourself like a wounded bird.
You had already taken painkillers. They didn’t help.
Tears blurred your vision, not from sadness—but from sheer, stubborn, gnawing pain.
Pitou had come to find you earlier, hoping to share something. You’d snapped. You hadn’t meant to—you were just overwhelmed, raw. They’d left silently. Even they didn’t push.
Then Meruem came.
You didn’t need to see him to know it was him. His aura was unmistakable.
Still, you didn’t speak. You didn’t have the strength.
He didn’t press.
Instead, he sat beside you, silent and still, his gaze on your curled frame.
For the first time in his existence, he felt powerless. There was nothing he could fight. Nothing he knew how to fix.
He could see your pain—feel the weight of it.
But he had no idea how to ease it.
And then—he reached out.
His hand, which was usually firm and commanding, now trembled slightly as he gently stroked your head.
You flinched at the touch, then looked up at him from your cocoon—lashes damp, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.
“It usually helps me when you do this…” he said, his voice low, definitely embarrassed. “I thought… maybe it might help you too.”
He looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
And for the first time today you smiled. A small, real smile.
No, it didn’t fix the pain.
But the fact that he cared—that he tried—was enough.
You shifted, soft and slow, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head gently in his lap.
He paused only for a second before continuing the motion—fingers threading gently through your hair.
The thought of you being in constant pain broke something inside him. How could someone as sweet as you be tormented like this.
He wouldn’t let you hurt alone anymore. He swore that to himself.
The migraine didn’t magically vanish.
But wrapped in the quiet warmth of his presence, you finally felt like you could breathe.
