#tgd breadhead x reader

[melloeyed]

I’m fighting the urge to make a Breadhead smut fanfic. Maybe it’s just my monsterfucker kink acting up.

Edit: if this gets 100 likes in 24 hours, I’ll do it.

[grimpath]

Breadhead x human!scientist!You

As requested, with minor narrative changes. Here I rely on one of the theories that humans are born randomly, not exclusively once every 10,000 years. It's just that such humans either do not pose a danger, or they are used for scientific purposes. Mel exists, as well as reader, who is also a human.

"...the child born of the angel egg will determinate the fate of the gaslight district"

— you are aware of your own role in the prophecy. the mother of angels, however, completely ignores the thought of a favorable outcome for rotlings, insisting on the extermination of those who roam on earth.

— you've been everywhere. even in the porcelain hands of virtues, who intended to turn you into a weapon, too.

— you've been partly raised and strongly affected by temperance, who has sown a thirst for knowledge in your soul.

— you renounced them all, escaping, finally choosing to seek your own path. joining those who you are expected to demolish.

— it's hard to be someone who is rejected in both worlds. you truly are alone.

— you've found your place amongst rotlings occasionally. and started to perform experiments. it's hard to live among those who want you dead. especially when you crave immortality yourself.

— you've vivisected dozens of denizens. scraped hundreds of black hand's marks off their rotten flesh. nothing helped to get closer to figuring out the solution. not a jot.

— one day, while looking for another victim, you stumble upon him. someone who is different from them all. the one whose identity you immediately guessed. but why was he created? and by whom?

— you found the answers to your questions almost immediately. it's amazing how they manage to hide the truth in plain sight... unlike you, who live in the shadows, afraid of any unnecessary attention.

— however, you doubt that the peculiar specimen knows about the origin of its protectee.

— you postponed your experiments for a while, deciding to devote yourself entirely to observation. not only because of curiosity towards certain family, but towards the particular member of it…

— you cannot even explain such an interest to yourself. an interest you've never felt for anyone or anything before.

— he stands out from the general crowd so much... untainted by the filth of both worlds. of course, not physically... he resorts to violence without a murmur. but mentally, he's not doing this just because he's hungry for blood.

— his views are controversial, but he seems to lean towards the better side of himself. dauntless. reliable. caring.

— such creatures as him aren't mere puppets. the more they live, the more conscious they are. the more of a person they become. and he… seems to have exactly the one your soul craves now.

— you barely even realize how you managed to become Ken's employee. what the eyes fear, the hands do…

— you feel like you're not yourself. it's like your body is dictating its own rules, and your mind has receded into the background.

— you often find yourself closer to him than you better be. it's so easy to identify you by the warmth of your body. by the sound of your accelerated heartbeat. even by too alive behaviour. you hope that the burning cheeks are not visible under the layers of disguise...

— you cannot but cling to him when he's playing the piano, hoping he's the most distracted at such moments to notice your origin.

— as you found out by eavesdropping on conversations, he doesn't know about Mel's belonging. moreover, he seems to target humans. it made your heart drop.

— you don't even know how it happened, but you ended up being closer than friends but further than lovers.

— you even became a little too reckless, clinging to him whenever there's a possibility. he even comments on your warmth, referring to you as ember/emby. it made you think he supposes you're a rotling, yet somehow with a high body temperature.

— the other crew of the smiling dead doesn't seem to be bothered about you too much. Mel's happy for her brother, Mud's throwing jokes in the style of "keeping each other's buns safe", and Ken… he's just keeping an eye on you.

— but one day the idyll ended. when you were reckless enough to join one of their deals. it was an honor for you that they invited you, and it was just impossible to refuse.

— the bullet went tangentially, slicing your flesh, drawing blood. the first one who noticed was him, and you were ready to get crushed.

— you noticed how realization flashed in his eyes, which for a moment lit up with bloodlust. you remain frozen like a deer in the headlights, afraid to even move, waiting for the verdict.

— despite expectations, he grabbed you with the tenderest care and hid you in a secluded place, and then turned the culprits into an unidentifiable mess. with such brutal cruelty that the others stared at him in a frenzy for a moment.

— whew, no yeast can do this to him like this one can!

— while others were distracted, you managed to take care of yourself, at least hiding the stains and wound itself. you always carry things for such occasions, such as disinfectants and bandages.

— from that moment on, everything changed significantly. he didn't tell anyone about your origin but never discussed it with you either. now he just doesn't let you out of his sight, ready to strike whoever would try to hurt you.

— since then, it's both easier and harder for you to accept your own mortality. the care he gives you makes you feel safe, even as a human being. however, you hate the idea that one day you will have to say goodbye due to your finiteness. you'll keep searching for the solution, but now with a beloved guardian by your side...

[melloeyed]

Still working on the Breadhead smut…

[grimpath]

Breadhead x medic!human!You

An another request! Don't be afraid to send one! I have troubles coming up with ideas themselves, but love to develop them

— what skills is better to have in a world where everyone but you is immortal? the medical ones.

— you don't know why temperance decided to keep you. you are clever enough to suspect that not all humans make it even past the baby stage.

— he taught you to take care of your own self. and not to care about the ethics. in your case, it's definitely better to be alive than to fall by moral dilemmas. unlike the others, you've only got one life.

— so when you ended up in the gaslight district, it was hard to keep yourself from… experiments. on those who you were performing on while living with the virtues.

— temperance have never ever been interested in immortality as you were, for an obvious reason. you just know he wouldn't accept your urge to become one of… the deathless. you're valuable only because you present as a potential weapon. the most effective deterrent that everyone longs to possess.

— if you want to hide something, put it in the most prominent place. that's how you ended up an employee in the butcher shop.

— in fact, you didn't even expect to become a part of the rotlings so fast. it was quite easy not to be a target but just a… person. a part of society. not perceived as a kind of trophy.

— it was also fun enough to find out that your crew does not just do mundane shop 'n service things. it took some time for them to make you privy to their side activities.

— when it comes to protecting your weak flesh, you wear specifically sewn clothes made of cut-resistant fabric. crafted not without temperance's help.

— it was simple. there is a target. it needs to be silenced. you follow the same opinion as the others: if you get paid, don't ask. your pay is that you are allowed to... explore what's left before cementing it.

— during such, so to say, operations, the only one who comes to you is the golem guy. at first, he kind of intimidated you, standing there, towering over your comparatively tiny frame. you just couldn't get the thought that he can crush you with just one hand out of your mind. but in the end he turned out to be a nice company.

— he helps you to maneuver the bodies for better exploration and does the job that requires physical strength, such as performing a craniotomy or opening up the ribcage. and silence victims as soon as they revive. with time you even learned how to put off the resurrection but couldn't stop it completely, of course.

— you're not talkative, afraid to spill out the unwanted details about your own self. but he seems to… accept it. he never pushes the dialogue or takes it as an offense. he is also extremely attentive to you and leaves as soon as he notices that you want to be alone with yourself.

— you're not directly involved in the skirmishes. you anticipate the target's maneuvers, as well as watch out for any suspicious individuals that may come to their help. you ambush and cut off the escape routes. in general, you stay as far away from the possibility of being injured as possible.

— however, luck is not always on your side. occasionally you get cuts and bruises. nothing too serious and pretty easy to hide.

— until one time, when the chase turned out too tense and unpredictable. for some reason, everyone acted uncoordinated. that led to the stray bullet coming a little too close to your face. slicing flesh a little too deep to easily hide.

— running away would be suspicious. opening up is a sure way to death either. so you decided to just... get smeared with rotling's blood and solve the problem after returning back home.

— however, you underestimated how much Breadhead is protective of his family.

— as if sensing your distress, he appeared nearby and grabbed you, finishing the deal himself with just one hand, keeping you sitting on the other. then took the skinned victim and commented on it:

"let's chop this one up properly, right?"

it made you genuinely smile and laugh heartily.

— thanks to your reclusive reputation, no one bothers you in your hideout. you were able to glue the wound together and disguise it with another layer of makeup.

— little did you know that you weren't alone at the said moment.

— you were taken aback, to say the least, barely holding yourself from gasping in horror when you turned and stumbled at his huge figure.

— considering his size, it was almost impossible not to notice him. but maybe you were too distracted, or your brain just doesn't perceive him as a threat of exposure. he's just become a natural, familiar part of your environment.

— you cannot blame him for coming to you as usual. he's the only one you tolerate at your lair after all. he's brought the victim, as he always does.

— you greeted him, chuckling rather nervously, and fled to the operating table, barely looking at him. the examination went as usual, but the air was filled with tension.

— you felt lightheaded. your limbs didn't behave. never ever were you so freaking scared for your life. considering how tactful he usually is, the direct staring from his side was dreadful to feel on yourself. it's probably locked to the fresh scar.

— you were even so dazed that you accidentally bumped into him a couple of times. strangely enough, you didn't want to escape but to stay close. as much as he's dangerous, you feel that he can also protect you as he selflessly protects his family.

— when you finished and he left to dispose of the body, you were ready the whole family of the smiling dead to come and grab you to perform the human elimination ceremony.

— but nothing happened. everything was suspiciously ordinary. except that he's always been around, like he's afraid to leave you alone. in fact, you thought he was expecting a frame-up from you.

— it was hard to force yourself to go on another outing. you really thought that this time you'd be lynched along with the main target.

— such nervousness resulted in numbness, both mental and physical. and only after it was over did you realize that you were still alive only thanks to him.

— he, of course, noticed your stupor during the hassle. he's been by your side the whole time, tossing you aside from any possible danger.

— you were full of self-loathing. you wanted to tear your mortal body into more pieces than any rotling has ever been torn into. you were born notoriously weak, notoriously defeated. you just couldn't consider yourself the prophesied human. it couldn't be you. you are too pathetic, unable to either save or destroy anything, even your own self.

— suddenly your hatred turned from the inside out. you have nothing more valuable than your own self. and whatever it is, you will gain the desired immortality. you just need to... to dissect a couple of dozen deads.

— you prepared for the hunt and fled to the exit when you bumped into him, right at the entrance to your room. you were going so rapidly that you would have almost fallen if he hadn't caught you.

— and that's when you broke down. you dragged him into the room and shut the door. perhaps you even did it too roughly and, at the same time, insignificantly weakly.

— you were mumbling nonsense. you begged for it to end. you grabbed his hands and placed them on your own throat with a clear hint.

— but he didn't respond to your self-hatred. didn't fuel it, didn't play along. he just stayed by your side until your outburst wore off.

— when you two got back to the others, Mud couldn't help but comment: "congratulations on the first crash! glad you've got that pastry safety cushion to hit on, aren't ya?"

— you haven't discussed what happened, and you're grateful for that. your bond has become the strongest you've ever experienced. maybe that's even what's called love, but you think love's too weak compared to what you two have.

— it's just you never felt alone anymore. even being mortal now wasn't so dreadful. he taught you to love your weaknesses with his tenderness towards them. it didn't stop you from searching for the solution, but at least it wasn't fuelling your self-deprecation this much anymore.

[grimpath]

Breadhead x human!scientist!You

Request! Hurt/comfort, fluff, protective-mode yeastboy. This looks much more like a mini-fic than headcanons, but whatever... Your request honestly was like a whole fic itself, I really liked reading it! I hope I managed to add something good to it (sorry that it took so much time, I've been delirious about Diligence 💀)

— you did a great job playing the role of a human living among the dead. you've had to survive since you were a child, and it's taught you a lot — from self-treatment to the art of changing your identity.

— you even found your place among rotlings by getting a job at a butcher shop, whose team has become like the family you never had.

— of course, nothing is ever too perfect, and this place had its own secrets that you were once privy to.

— and you yourself had something to run and hide from. at the beginning of your journey, you were careless enough for someone to start hunting you down. however, for a reason completely unrelated to your human nature, which you hid most skillfully. the reason for this was your connection with paradise lost — you were noticed when you escaped from there.

— the rumours spread like fire while you were settling into your life. you suspected, you felt something was wrong, but you couldn't figure out what exactly was the matter.

— and then they started showing up — the ones who were trying to corner you. you didn't have conversations with them, but borrowed a problem-solving method from your boss, starting to cement suspiciously annoying personalities.

— however, these were not isolated scoundrels but a real gang that runs many in the area. and an informant from paradise lost itself would be very useful to them.

— when their people began to disappear, they, of course, understood what was the matter. and once they ambushed you all together. which was extremely difficult to resist, so hard that they drew you blood, and more than once. and then it was already counting for seconds — there was no room for error.

— you did it at the cost of liters of your pitch-black blood, which covered almost the entire street. in the same state, you managed, first of all, to send all the attackers to the bottom of deep dirty waters one by one.

— and then just... crawled to the nearest secluded place, clutching the wounds. patched yourself with the first available needle you carried for a long time, completely non-sterile. secured your exposed flesh with a striated stapler from the trashcan. and leaned back, throwing head up, looking up into the dark green sky, panting hard. you just couldn't show up at the butcher shop like that.

— however, your long absence has been noticed. someone who has always taken care of everyone, but you in particular. the one you feared and respected probably the most.

— the one whose silhouette you noticed with a swollen gaze, shuddering, pressing your body, heated from injuries, against the cold wall.

— the realization in his eyes turns to rage, and you hold your breath, closing your eyes, preparing to accept the expected fate. you've seen how he reacts to the mere mention of blackbloods.

— however, all you feel is someone stepping up to you and picking you up with extreme caution.

— he brings you home, to your room, in secret from the others. he doesn't know how to help you, and therefore fulfills all your quiet requests for antiseptic or proper needle from your kit.

— only when you sigh with relief and look up at him with exhausted eyes does he ask a single question:

— "who?"

— you couldn't help but open up to the one who found out your innermost secret. and kept it.

— you told him exactly what happened and who was involved in it. you noticed how his muscles twitched when you explained the details in colours.

— he didn't leave your side that night. you couldn't help but cling to him. such a deceptively soft body, harboring a gigantic power that you were extremely wary of, eventually gave you peace.

— you've woken up alone, but you've been carefully tucked into your own bed. in the following days, no one bothered you. you suspected whose fault it was. and were worried where the culprit had gone.

— until one night you woke up, almost jumping up from the feeling of someone else's presence. and it was justified — in the semi-pitch darkness, a silhouette towered, whose sudden appearance would have terrified you just a week ago.

— but now you just breathed a sigh of relief and threw yourself into his arms, completely forgetting whether you have not only the moral right to do this, but also the capabilities of the body. you almost fell on shaky legs when you were picked up and gently carried to his soft but firm chest. the chest covered with purple blood.

— "I need to show you something"

he says, and you realize that you're willing to follow him anywhere. even to the ninth circle of hell.

— in the middle of the night, he takes you to a remote, overgrown shore. purple streaks are barely visible on the water surface. you understand everything right away.

— "whatever happens, always tell me first. there won't be a crumb left of them"

— surprisingly, he didn't become overly protective after that. of course, you were free to walk by yourself and do whatever you wanted. he understands that you're very used to surviving alone. however, the thing is, now you don't really want to survive let alone. now you want to and can just... live. happily live with the one who calls you his scored bun in private, with a touch of rebuke in his tone.