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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 10 months

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Hello, I'd like to request for fuegoleon, William, nozel, zora and Nacht where they hurt their s/O's feelings and make her cry? And just how guilty they feel, how they make it up, comfort their s/o and apologize. You can choose whatever they couldve said or done to make her cry I love anything you write they're all so good

If 5 characters is too much then just fuego, nozel and nacht would be fine please and thankyou❤️

Hello! Some hurt comfort is on the menu it seems, and I'm happy to oblige ^^ This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope it's worth the wait ^^

Pairings: Fuegoleon x f!reader, William x f!reader, Nozel x f!reader, Zora x f!reader, Nacht x f!reader

Fanfic type: Headcanons

Genre: Hurt-comfort

Length: about 0.75k each, 3.9k total

Warnings: Generally hurt-comfort, the guys snap at reader, all for reasons of their own, in Nozel's scenario the reader doesn't really know what kind of a person Nozel's dad is, Zora addresses reader as "babydoll", Zora calls himself as a "jerk ass", reader cries and the guys try to comfort in their own ways

Fuegoleon

He had had very taxing couple of months. The adverse the country was facing seemed to have no end in sight, and it felt that in terms of politics and finances the country was being pushed further and further into a corner, which took an immense toll on him emotionally.

And though a part of him wished that he could simply take a vacation and not worry about any of it, he knew it to be senseless. Quite simply because the same issues would wait him as he returned, and they would have further piled up, so taking a vacation would be counterproductive. But still he felt that his nerves were hanging by a thin thread, even if he considered himself as a patient man.

As he sat by his desk, you came through the door with a paper in hand.

“I made us a reservation to a restaurant,” you told him. “I thought we could take a nice evening off, have a date and just enjoy life,” you smiled, while presenting the reservation information to him.

“No thank you,” he said without looking up from the documents in front of him.

“But you need to have some time off as well,” you insisted while placing your hand onto his arm and tugging him slightly. “So I planned us a day where we can just do something w-“

“I can’t take a day off!” He snapped. “Surely a moment of peace and quiet would be pleasant, but there is too much to take care of for me to quite simply ‘take a day off’,” he continued.

And you… lifted your hand off of his arm, and took a step back.

You had intended to do something nice for him, because you had seen how strained he was and now he… wasn’t… feeling the sentiment. A part of you wanted to blame yourself because you had failed to read him and what he’d wish correctly, because wasn’t a spouse supposed to be able to do that?

There were a lot of emotions swirling around in you, but none of them were pleasant. And with it, tears begun climbing to your eyes with a burning sensation, only to roll down your cheeks.

Fuegoleon looked at you, and there was a gnawing, pricking ocean of guilt in his chest, because he knew that you had meant well. You had wanted to do something nice for him and make the situation at least a little bit more bearable.

“My love I’m…” he reached forward for you. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, but … I…” his gaze fell to the side as he spoke, feeling the weight of his words, spoken carelessly.

You didn’t shy away from him as he tried to get close to you again, because it wasn’t… that you didn’t understand him, and you could see the sincere apology and regret in his eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll try to take the day off…” he promised with something that sounded almost like a sigh, but really it was because he knew what it’d mean.

And you knew what it’d mean too. It’d mean sleepless nights, having less time during the next week or two for you two to spend together regularly, in place of that one day. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, but it wouldn’t be worth it. You’d rather see him a little each day than not at all.

“No,” you shook your head with a faint tone while mirroring his movements and reaching for him. “We can… just have a moment, a short moment, in the evening to ourselves,” you said through your drying tears.

His eyes gathered that gentle undertone that was too beautiful for this world, as he placed his hand onto your cheek and brushed away your tears. “If that is what you wish,” he said with gratitude in his voice before he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

You nodded as a reply, even if only faintly.

“I am sorry, my beloved,” he still repeated. “You’re the most important person in my life, and I don’t wish to impose any-“

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I get it. There’s a lot on your plate and I should have talked about your schedule with you before making reservations…”

“But your heart was in the right place,” he told you while placing his hand under your chin. “And that’s one of the reasons why I love you,” he admitted while lifting your chin, and placing another kiss onto your lips, warm, gentle and caressing, which washed away any shadow of doubt of his sentiments that might have been there.

William

The days had grown long, because of everything that was going on in the kingdom. And with the disappearance of Julius, it had gotten him thinking about what had happened after the whole ordeal with the elves. Which had made… something about the whole state of the kingdom hit too close to home with him.

Perhaps he was questioning being pardoned altogether, since it seemed that the one to pardon him, had taken a run for it. Or perhaps something more dire.

But if the only person to be willing to pardon him was someone like him, willing to look the other way when the kingdom was falling to its knees then…

It filled him with various emotions, all swirling and twisting and turning until he felt all of them trying to bubble to the surface, but he didn’t know which to let out first. How to let them out. Instead it felt like they were all stuck in his throat, just building, building, building up pressure so much that he might-

“Hey honey!” You greeted while entering through the door of his office, only to see him hunching over his own desk. “Oh did you eat something bad, or-“ you placed your hand onto his shoulder.

But he pushed it away. “Don’t touch me!” He ordered without as much as looking at you. And from his tone, you heard nothing but pain, hurt, and… you could have sworn… disgust… underlying it all… You could have sworn there to be contempt… in there…

You took a step back, pulling your hand to you and holding it with the other. As you couldn’t… imagine why… why would he have… Your sweet William…

His chest was heaving, and as his eyes lifted from the desk to you, the most prominent feelings you could se were fear and pain. The way they flickered, his purple eyes that were so gentle, flickered around as tears lined the corners of his eyes.

“Forgive me…” he whispered as his eyes turned to the side. “I didn’t… I just… Why did he pardon me? Some… solidarity from a villain to another?” His head swayed from side to side, as if trying to comprehend, but failed to do so.

“You’re… not a villain, Will…” you tried, because his reaction had… made sense. It wasn’t you he was trying to shoo away, it was his own emotions, but you sounded anything but convinced. Tears climbed to your own eyes.

You buried your face into your hands, and wept, from the shock of what had happened, his words, but also because you had understood where it came from. Because he was pained from the guilt of his past actions, and you felt his pain too.

He turned to look at you again, as he heard your sobs, and got up from the chair to make his way to you from the other side of the desk.

“I’m sorry… so, so sorry my little song bird…” he wrapped his arms around you, and pressed his head against yours, as his tears rolled down his cheeks, and onto you. “I’ll… make it up to you…” he pleaded. “Just don’t… please don’t… hate me, I… didn’t… wasn’t… I didn’t mean to….” His voice was faint, broken and defeated, and he swayed in place with you in his arms.

It sounded like he was repenting. Praying for forgiveness.

“I don’t hate you… Will,” you told him while wrapping your own arms around him. He was a broken man, and he had acted out of distress. Without intent to hurt you. Without intent to push you away.

He pressed a kiss onto your head as his embrace grew tighter. “I’m sorry,” he still whispered.

You nudged his head with yours, and whispered against his skin “we’ll make it through.”

Because you would. The two of you would. He wasn’t a bad man. He wasn’t a villain. It was simply that the guilt he felt got overbearing sometimes, which had caused him to call out in fear of what he thought about himself.

But he loved you, and you loved him. So, you could heal, together. You were certain about it, as you stood there, holding onto each other.

Nozel

Nozel had learned to deal with his family situation from a young age. Though ‘dealing with it’ had turned into something that seemed more like survival. Not that you could see it from the surface. Because, while looking from afar, without seeing into his eyes, his emotions, he was a calm sea. Vast and serene. Though something, someone to be revered and respected, because there was also harshness in the oceans.

But if you had the opportunity to peek under the surface, you’d see a twisting, turning vortex of guilt, pain, sorrow… fear… A lot of emotions one might deem ugly.

‘Unsightly’ he would describe them in himself. Because he couldn’t be any of those things. The Captain of the Silver Eagles, the First Born Son of the Royal House of Silva, couldn’t be any of those things. And thus… to him, in him, they were unsightly.

He didn’t talk about his childhood either. He didn’t talk about his parents, aside of his mother. Which, given the circumstances of her parting, made sense. He would talk about her more because of the fate she had faced.

You had been thinking about starting a family with him. You had talked about it in passing. And as you sat in the living room, him staring out of the window, deep in thought. You talked about how lovely it’d be. “I’m sure you’d be a great father,” you thought out loud, meaning just it, and nothing else. “Just like yours.”

His head begun to turn to you with a slow motion, as if mechanic, and his eyes were wide open. It wasn’t even a glare, but a mad stare.

“I will never be like that bastard!” He shouted, making you press against your seat out of the sheer force in which the words were pushed, spat out of his mouth.

His body started to shake, and the stare turned into a look of horror as his eyes fell down to the floor. Because…. Because… though his father had been horrid, spewed poisonous words in a whole different way than shouting… maybe you had been right and… he was on his way becoming just like his father. Which was among the last things he’d want.

But you… you didn’t quite understand where it had come from. Sure, he hadn’t talked about his father, but you hadn’t thought that there’d be this level of hatred and contempt for him from Nozel. Though you had gathered that Older Lord Silva wasn’t a well liked man, but… surely he… would have been… kinder to his… own children, right?

Right…?

There were a lot of emotions turning within you. Partly from the force of Nozel’s words, and partly from guilt of having failed to see through his silence. Through the things he didn’t want to talk about, and… as you leaned forward, your elbows on your knees and buried your face into your hands, you cried. You cried and you cried and you… didn’t know what to do. What to say?

You felt a weight right next to you on the couch, as a pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Nozel I…” you tried while pushing against his chest with a faint motion.

“Don’t…” he started as his hold of you grew more firm. “Look at me…” he continued as his voice broke, and something… as if a droplet, landed onto your shoulder.

The words sounded like a plea. Plea filled with shame and the broken pieces of his soul that he wasn’t eager to show you.

But you did as he wished, and settled into his embrace.

“I’m… sorry, my dear,” he whispered with that same broken tone while placing his hand to the back of your head. “I’ll… be better, than him. I will…” you couldn’t tell if he was trying to tell that to you or to himself.

But whatever his father must’ve been like in reality, you could already tell that Nozel was far better of a man than his father had ever been. He was. Because the man who held you in the soft, gentle, secure embrace felt so very deeply about you and the ones close to him.

He really was like an ocean of secrets.

“I love you,” he professed through another whisper, but while the tone was silent, the proclamation was loud as ever. “I love you…” he repeated, just to make sure that you heard him.

And as you buried your face into his shoulder, and the scent of his haircare products flowed to you, it was as if your tears had disappeared into thin air.

Nozel might not have been the best with words, but he was there, when you needed him the most.

Zora

Zora had had to raise himself for a good portion of his childhood. Though Zara had given him good tools to life, and a lot of wonderful memories, it didn’t mean that Zora wouldn’t have had to toughen up.

His accomplishments, his skills and tenacity were all a result of him having a keen eye for details, while also having had to, quite bluntly, tell himself to do better. Pay attention to his own shortcomings and fix the issue.

But… it had also resulted in him being blunt with others. Though it was all for the sake of betterment, for growth and development of skills, the way he delivered the words were harsh more often than not. Which was something he was trying to fix, when it came to some people, at least.

You knew that he was like that. And you knew that he wasn’t the type of a guy to just sit around and expect you to do all the housework, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t like cooking from time to time. Actually, maybe it was the idea that you didn’t need to cook, because he’d be more than alright with cooking if you asked him to, but rather that you could.

But today the dish wasn’t… cutting it. You had tried to taste it many times and there was something in the seasoning that wasn’t just… doing it for you. But you couldn’t really place your finger on what was wrong with it. Or not… wrong wrong per se, but it certainly could be better.

You leaned against the stove, and sighed to yourself, as the gears in your head tried to turn. But came up empty.

A drawer was opened, and closed. There was a sound of metal clicking against metal and steps coming closer, accompanied by a hum from a certain, masked, someone.

Zora dipped his spoon into the food and took a bite to test the taste. And after he had, he sighed, sounding disappointed before making his way to the spice cabinet and laying thme out onto the table.

“The balance is all wrong,” he said. “It’s mainly salty while you want there to be some sweetness to it for the contrast as well. A bit of acid would do wonders, but the real issue is that the spices aren’t complimenting each other,” he explained while taking the spoon and adding one spice after another along with other ingredients.

And you… took a step back and let him do it. Because if it was ‘all wrong’, why should you have interjected?

In all honesty, it made you feel unappreciated. Like you couldn’t even cook right. If I can’t even cook right, then why is he with me….? You found yourself thinking.

Before you knew it, your eyes had turned to the floor and you were grinding your molars together as tears started climbing to your eyes. And eventually, they ran down your cheeks as you were still immersed into your own thoughts, in how you didn’t think that you could do a simple task correct. Because surely Zora wanted someone by his side who could contribute as much as he did. Surely. So why was he-

“Hey babydoll?”

You looked up, and saw him standing there, having placed his hand onto your shoulder.

His eyes were deep, calm blue. Clear and yet deep blue. And there was worry in them. That was when you realized that you were crying and looked away while wrapping your arms around yourself.

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about the tone,” he said. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, and… I’m happy to eat whatever you make,” he tried but the consolation fell short, given how he had started cooking in your place.

You curled around yourself a bit more, without really meaning to, but you did. In any case.

“Come here,” he said while pulling you into an embrace.

Seconds ticked away for a while as he just held you, and the dinner was slowly cooking on the stove.

“If you want me to stay out of it, you need to just tell me, y’know? I know that I can be too harsh, and… And… I try to not be.”

He was trying to help you get better. But he could be a wee bit of a jerk about it at times.

“We both know I can be a real ass jerk,” he said with a hint of amusement, trying to make you laugh.

And it worked. “But you’re my jerk,” you replied with a hint of a giggle in your tone.

“That I am,” he replied. “And I hope you never need to get sick of me,” he continued while pulling away just enough to wipe your tears away.

You gave him a small smile as a reply to his careful one, and went back to cooking, together.

Nacht

Nacht had been a loner for most of his life. Someone who travelled down his own path without caring what everyone else thought. And it had made him someone who spoke directly about anything and everything he deemed to be topical to say.

Though he could also be harsh. Granted that he was the harshest to himself, but still. His directness could be harsh, and you both knew it.

He tried not to be, to you. He tried to treat you with the kindness that you deserved. He tried to treat you with the respect that you ought to be treated with. But sometimes, he failed.

Though watching him scold the Bulls for their shenanigans yet again, you didn’t think that he was trying all that hard to be constructive. Maybe he just wanted them to be efficient during missions, because that would drive the squad forward the best. ‘Not to be wasteful of energy’, or something like that.

“You could try going easier on them,” you told him later on when it was just the two of you. “Be kinder.”

“Kindness is a weakness,” he scoffed. “And Yami has let them slack off enough already which will get them killed. Only a fool would go easy on them.”

You stopped, thinking about what he had just said. Because you were going easy with the rest of the Bulls. You were kind to them. And Nacht. So… so.

You couldn’t help but think that Nacht had, there and then, revealed what he really thought of you. Though it wasn’t directed at you, he had been, still, indirectly talking about you too. Basically he had called you weak and stupid.

Basically.

Which made your eyes turn to the ground as you bit down your molars and tried to will away the tears that were climbing to your eyes. Because you shouldn’t have taken such an off-hand comment that wasn’t even said to you, to the heart in such a way but… But. It had struck a nerve in you.

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, having stopped and turned around to look at you, as if he hadn’t realized what he had said.

“So you think that I’m dumb and weak?” You asked with bitterness lacing your tone as the tears finally glazed over your eyes, but didn’t roll down quite yet.

“That isn’t what I said,” he argued, now facing you fully and taking a few steps closer to you.

“But I am letting them off easier and I am being kind to them. So. If being kind and letting them have a breather is-“

“You’re not responsible for them.”

“Neither are you!” Now tears ran, but you didn’t look at him.

You didn’t look, and he said nothing.

Surely, he could have argued that as a vice captain he was more or less responsible, but not to the same extent as Yami. And at the end of the day, all the Bulls were responsible for themselves. So, he didn’t need to care about what they did with their time. Really.

“You are not weak and stupid,” he said while taking you by the hand. “Quite the contrary,” he admitted. “And I shouldn’t have spoken so carelessly.”

He sounded like he was speaking out a ready made dialogue of a noble man that he used to be. But you supposed that he hadn’t needed to comfort anyone lately either. If ever. If he had ever needed to comfort anyone. Even himself, since he had denied such a thing from himself.

But he could see how the ready made dialogue wasn’t doing it. The words might have been there, but the sentiment wasn’t.

“Darling?” He whispered, while moving again a little bit closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he said while summoning his shadows and tugging you, as if to ask to come along with him. To which you nodded, and he transported you both to your bedroom.

As you stood there, in the sanctity of the room with the door closed, he finally wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “You are not weak. Or stupid,” he repeated. This time the tone was one that sounded genuine, caring, insisting. “I’m sorry for insinuating it.”

You nodded and returned the embrace.

“It’s simply that… not being prepared can get people killed…” there was a reason, in there, why he would remind you of such a thing.

“But people need to live too.” And there was no arguing over it. Because life was meant to be lived.

Not even he could deny it. “They do…” he admitted while holding you closer in his arms.

And it was in that embrace that you could feel his heartbeat, his remorse and regret. But most importantly, you could feel how he did love you. Because he did. With his entire heart and soul.

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coolpizzazonkplaid · 3 months

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Lin Kuei (MK1) y Hanzo Hasashi y Kuai Liang (MK11) x lectora que sufre una posesión demoniaca (Evil Dead Rise).

Es la primera vez que escribo headcanons ténganme compasión.😅😊 Contexto: Sos guardiana de muchos objetos de valor peligroso y por accidente (ósea mera estupidez) lees el Libro de los Muertos y caes bajo una posesión sumamente fuerte. Tu pareja intenta ayudarte a que recuperes la conciencia, pero en el trayecto vas sufriendo físicamente, también esta pareja descubre el porqué de tu situación.

Bi Han:

Este ninja se da cuenta al toque que ese libro no trae nada bueno ni tampoco ninguno de los artefactos que estas protegiendo, pero el libro que te encomienda Liu Kang lo ve cien veces peor.

No solamente por la parte de que Liu Kang te pide que lo cuides sino porque ese libro ve que tiene maldad pura. Intentas convencerlo para que se quede tranquilo y no se esté estresando innecesariamente.

Por eso prefiere acompañarte y vigilar qué artimañas tendrá ese libro.

Al dar inicio tu investigación con el objeto, te pinchas por accidente con uno de tus instrumentos de investigación y al caer las gotas de sangre, el libro se abre. Tanto a ti como a Bi han no le gusta la sensación que da ese objeto maldito y aun así sigues estudiándolo. Pasando hoja tras hoja, llegas a una escrita y lees en voz alta. Grave error.

El fuego de la chimenea se apaga sin más, las ventanas se cierran abruptamente y una ventisca te arroja al techo. Bi han es expulsado fuera de la habitación y gritas su nombre. Una mano invisible agarra tu cuello y lo aprieta, ya no puedes emitir un sonido. Otro par de manos agarra un brazo, una pierna y te la tuercen.

Caes al suelo como una bolsa de papas, cuando cobras la consciencia intentas arrastrarte hacia la salida, pero una vez más la mano invisible te agarra la pierna rota y antes de que puedas gritar el nombre de Bi Han la otra mano te cubre la boca nuevamente. El demonio hace que tus huesos ardan como si las llamas del Infierno estuvieran en tu cuerpo, tus gritos son silenciados y las lágrimas salen de tus ojos como cascadas. El demonio provoca tus convulsiones. Suplicabas que tu agonía acabara pronto, pero esas suplicas quedaron vacías.

Ese dolor siguió y siguió, el demonio tomó posesión de tu cuerpo y te levantas con tranquilidad. Abres la puerta y pasas al lado de Bi Han sin inmutarte en que estaba ahí. De a poco, Bi Han cobra el conocimiento y ve la puerta de la habitación abierta. Cuando se levanta, te ve a espaldas de él, intenta levantarse y quiere corroborar si te encuentras bien. Solamente sueltas incoherencias.

“Eres el peor Gran Maestro que he conocido, Bi Han, y pensar que hay otras personas que pueden llegar a liderar un clan mejor que tú.” “No puedes amarte a ti mismo y pretendes amar a esta zorra, eres un crédulo.” “Nunca harás que los Lin Kuei lleguen a la grandeza siendo un cobarde.”

Te das la vuelta y una sonrisa espeluznante adorna tu rostro, al mismo tiempo tus manos comienzan a rasguñarte y la sangre cae al piso, pero no se ve tu reflejo sino del demonio. En ese instante tiemblas, cobras la conciencia, Bi Han ve en tu rostro el horror y solamente puedes decir: “Ayúdame, Bi Han”.

Después de tu arrebato de conocimiento, te desmayas y Bi Han se aproxima a ti inmediatamente. Te revisa para ver tu estado, todo tu cuerpo está ardiendo en fiebre y comienzas a convulsionar. Sin pensar, Bi Han usa su poder para que tu fiebre baje, pero eso fue un error, porque repentinamente tu cuerpo se vuelve un tempano de hielo y tus convulsiones siguen sin parar. Hasta que en un momento te detienes.

Bi Han revisa tus signos vitales y al no hallar pulso, la impotencia lo invade y la furia hacia Liu Kang se acrecienta. No esperó que repentinamente abras los ojos y sueltes un grito tan abrumador que deja confundido al Gran Maestro. Los hermanos de Bi Han llegan al pasillo en el que se encontraban, confundidos por el grito que habían escuchado y cuando los ves ruges y los atacas.

Intentan sacarte de encima y al hacerlo, Bi Han te contiene con sus poderes y a pesar de eso sigues insultándolo sin parar, pero eran oídos sordos para él. Lo único que tenía en la cabeza era confrontar a Liu Kang por su ineptitud, la furia lo estaba consumiendo y a la vez la angustia, estabas sufriendo y no sabía que te pasaría si esto llegara más lejos.

Termina de encerrarte y sin inmutarse llama a Liu Kang de una manera colérica. Sus hermanos tienen que hacer la tarea de dios de evitar que Bi Han se abalance al dios del fuego y lo mate a golpes, pero no quita que le grite por su error y quiera instantáneamente respuestas de por qué te encomendó examinar el objeto maldito. Sus hermanos tratan que mantenga la cordura antes de que haga algo tonto y mas o menos logra calmarse.

Liu Kang intenta aclarar las dudas sobre el Libro de los Muertos, que era un objeto perdido y leyenda del Infierno, que si llegaba a manos equivocadas desataría muchos males al ser leído y que seguramente debía existir su contraparte. Eso llegó a los oídos de Bi Han e inmediatamente quiere salir a buscarlo, pero antes de eso Liu Kang lo detiene para poder decirle que puede que sea una posibilidad, ya que no se sabe bien qué le había ocurrido a ese libro.

Bi Han ya está enojado, porque fue este dios quien te dejó en el estado en el que te encuentras, pero a regañadientes acepta que Liu Kang le muestre las posibles ubicaciones. Antes de marcharse le pide a Kuai Liang y Tomas que te protejan y vigilen. Además, les pide que a toda costa te contengan y eviten matarte, ya que todavía estabas entre los vivos.

Se va al culo del mundo y no le importa dónde está ese maldito libro, lo bueno es que lo encuentra. Fue un viaje exhaustivo, pero tuvo su recompensa y vuelve Artika lo más rápido que puede. Lo que no esperaba era que te hayas liberado y estuvieras haciendo caos en todo el templo. Te abalanzaste sobre Kuai Liang, Tomas y Liu Kang intentaban a toda costa de sacarte encima de él.

Bi Han recita el hechizo indicado por Liu Kang, el demonio con un grito estruendoso abandona tu cuerpo y es desterrado hacia las profundidades del Infierno. Vuelves a tu estado normal y te desmayas por todo lo que te había pasado. Bi Han te carga y te lleva rápidamente con los médicos del Lin Kuei, no quiere que Liu Kang se meta contigo otra vez.

“Bi Han lo lamento… no debí leer el libro. Tuve que ser más lista”

“No es tu culpa. Liu Kang es el responsable de esto”

“No le heches la culpa al señor Liu Kang, Bi Han. No tenía que leer ese libro”

No quiere discutir contigo y deja que descanses en paz, te acompaña en todo lo que puede de sus horas, porque tiene que arreglar el caos que existe. Te observa dormir y se siente en paz, ya que nada pasó a peor y no deja que Liu Kang te visite.

De ahora en adelante, no quiere que examines las cosas que te de Liu Kang ya que no toleraría repetir este incidente, no puede perderte. Eres su felicidad y necesita que lo acompañes. Intentas convencer a Bi Han de que fue solo un accidente, pero se niega a que sigas estudiando estos artefactos a toda costa, pero después de mucha charla accederá a regañadientes.

Desde ese instante, él es el primero en examinar lo que vas a estudiar y después te deja hacer tu trabajo. Cuando Liu Kang te entrega un artefacto lo mira mal y quieres tratar de apaciguar esos momentos, pero es algo inutil. No quiere que te pase algo horrible y haría lo que este en su poder e incluso cosas peores para que estuvieras a salvo.

Kuai Liang:

Kuai Liang conoce tu rama de trabajo y se preocupa bastante que te haga daño. No quiere que los artefactos oscuros te consuman por completo y pierdas tu humanidad, desde que vio cómo Shang Tsung y a Quan Chi con su magia oscura y sus extractores de almas lo asusta la idea de perderte por lo que trabajas.

Por esas razones, a veces le cuentas lo que estas estudiando, ya que se muestra poco receptivo e intenta siempre que puede estar a los alrededores para procurarte, por si las dudas. Pero esta vez no le comentas que habías encontrado el Libro de los Muertos, porque ya tenías otros libros oscuros que no te habían lastimado ni maldecido. Estabas muy confiada con ese libro y eso sería un gran problema.

Al examinarlo parte por parte notas que la cubierta está hecha de piel humana y que tiene una cerradura de dientes de una criatura desconocida. Intentas buscar en ese objeto si hay una especie de cerradura para poder usar tus instrumentos y forzar a abrirse. Acaba en decepción y no sabes cómo entrar al contenido del libro, así que comienzas a usar la fuerza con el libro.

Al principio usaste tus instrumentos para intentar cortar los dientes, pero fue en vano y entonces usaste tus manos. En tu forcejeo te cortas y las gotas de sangre caen sobre la tapa del libro. Sentiste un escalofrío cuendo las hojas se movían por si solas y llegaban a la indicada.

El aura de la habitación cambió abruptamente, las ventanas se cerraron y lo que quedaba de luz se esfumó… solamente quedó una. Soltaste respiraciones agitadas y mirabas asustada a cualquier parte. La puerta se abrió de repente, sentiste que algo se acercaba y te rasguñó la espalda, pero no pudiste gritar.

Una mano invisible te cubría la boca, otras te tocaban, no parabas de soltar lágrimas y forcejear. Una de tus herramientas se elevó y te dañó una parte del brazo, mientras intentabas emitir un ruido. Las otras manos invisibles dejaron de tocarte, pero te rasguñaban sin cesar hasta que pararon. Luego te revolearon hacia una pared y después hacia el otro extremo. No podías gritar, la mano invisible seguía contra tu boca, solo gemías y llorabas.

Cuando pensaste que el demonio paró de divertirse contigo, intentas huir y gritando el nombre de Kuai Liang, pero fue inutil. Las puertas estaban cerradas y al parecer el demonio hechizó la habitación. Sientes golpes, más rasguños, tus huesos duelen y caes al suelo. Empiezas a contorsionarte, notas que algunos de tus huesos se rompen y sigues pidiendo ayuda en vano. El demonio ya tomó tu cuerpo.

Sales caminando cómo si nada, pero tu mirada estaba desconectada…ida. Rengueabas y dejabas un rastro de sangre por donde caminabas hasta llegar a la sala de armas. Kuai Liang se asusta al ver todo el rastro del líquido carmesí, verte de espaldas a él y mirando las armas lo preocupa más. Las gotas de sangre estaban haciendo charcos y solamente agarraste un pequeño cuchillo y dijiste cosas hirientes a tu amante.

“Sabes, Kuai Liang, me imagino constantemente qué habría pasado si tu hermano te hubiera arrancado el ojo y apuñalado sin parar”. “Sinceramente quise saber lo que sientes al ver que te sacan la cabeza con mis propias manos” Te estabas cortando la mano con ese cuchillo. “Deberias morir como tu hipócrita e inútil padre… y le haré el favor a tu patético hermano”.

Las palabras le dolieron bastante a Kuai Liang y creía que lo estabas traicionando hasta que te diste la vuelta y sonreías de forma macabra.

De repente temblaste, el cuchillo cayó con un estrepitoso ruido y esa sonrisa se fue. Kuai Liang vio que estabas asustada lo vio por tus acciones, tus ojos y gestos, pero solamente pudiste soltar unas palabras: “Esta aquí… quiere mi cuerpo”.

Gritaste de forma repentina y caíste al suelo, arrastrándote hacia tu amante. Este se alejó al ver que avanzabas y tus huesos crujían, hasta que te detienes y solo dices: “El libro…”. Sueltas un grito atronador que hace Kuai Liang se quede desorientado.

Atacas sin dudar, ruges y rasguñas a Kuai Liang. Tu amante logra sacarte de encima suyo y con el kunai te ata. Forcejeas y no paras de herirlo con tus palabras. Kuai Liang no entiende muy bien a lo que te refieres con “el libro”, pero aun así busca en todos lados ese libro mientras estás atada y encerrada.

Después de llamar a Liu Kang, tu amante sigue buscando el libro que dijiste. Esta vez entra a la habitación donde resguardas todos los artefactos macabros y ve con horror el desorden.

Camina por todo el caos y en tu mesa está el libro que le mencionaste. Al pasar las hojas entiende lo que te ocurrió, pero no sabe cómo el libro llegó a tu poder y ya inmediatamente le echa la culpa a Bi Han.

Al llegar Liu Kang, Kuai Liang lo recibe mostrándole tu estado de posesión demoniaca y el libro que estabas examinando. El dios llega a la conclusión de que es el Libro de los Muertos y que según la leyenda del Infierno debe existir su contraparte.

Sin dudar ni esperar, Kuai Liang se marcha de los territorios del clan Shirai Ryu para buscar ese libro. Después de ir al culo del mundo logra encontrarlo y regresa inmediatamente al clan.

Lo que no esperaba era que te hayas liberado e intentas atacar a Liu Kang y Tomas, pero ambos logran contenerte y rápidamente recita el hechizo. Cuando termina de conjurar el hechizo caes al piso, abatida por la fuerza que tomó tu cuerpo. Kuai Liang te carga al estilo princesa, escucha tus lloriqueos y disculpas.

“Kuai… nunca te traicionaría…yo…debí avisarte”. “Perdóname… lo que dije no era cierto”

“Está bien amor, no fue tu culpa. Vas a estar bien”

Le comentas lo que viste al estar poseída, que el libro lo llamó y que era una criatura sumamente caótica. Se alimentaba del miedo y el caos que generaba, que había que correr cuando era invocado. Viste los horrores que ese demonio había hecho y lo que planeaba hacer con el resto del clan y los que querias. Kuai Liang solamente puede consolarte y dejar que llores por lo sucedido.

Te lleva con los médicos del clan y te acompaña hasta que te mejores. No se va a ir de tu lado y él mismo quema el Libro de los Muertos para evitar otro incidente. Además, va a estar a tu lado de ahora en adelante cada vez que estudies un artefacto oscuro.

Tomas Vrbada:

Este libro lo encuentras a los alrededores de la fortaleza. Recuerdas que perteneció a Shang Tsung y Quan Chi, por eso, lo guardas para estudiarlo y mantenerlo seguro.

Por otra parte, Tomas está al tanto de tu línea de trabajo y sinceramente aprecia bastante que tengas valor para analizar los objetos malditos. Para él, muchas de esas cosas le dan escalofríos y no deberían ser usadas para un fin tanto noble como malicioso. Por esas razones deja que sigas con tu trabajo y prefiere no saber mucho, solamente lo que vas a estudiarlo y ya está. No necesita saber su contenido.

Volviendo al tema estas acostumbrada a tratar con cosas peligrosas, pero este te causó mucha curiosidad por como estaba diseñado (cubierta de piel humana tostada y cerradura de dientes).

Lograste abrirlo cuando por accidente te cortaste con los dientes que tenia por cerradura, sentiste una sensación extraña al ver como las páginas se movían por si solas hasta llegar a la indicada.

Empezaste a leer en voz alta una invocación a un demonio y ese fue un terrible error. Todo el lugar en el que estabas se volvió aterrador y sentiste como una presencia extraña se abalanzó hacia ti. Para tomar tu cuerpo, fue horrible, te poseyó una mano y te hizo que te lastimaras (golpeándote contra la mesa, usando los instrumentos que tenías para dañarte físicamente). Como final a la toma de tu cuerpo, empieza a hacer que te retuerzas de dolor hasta que tus huesos duelan y sientas que se te tuercen.

Por todo este alboroto y los gritos del nombre de tu amado para que te ayudara. Tomas, asustado, va más rápido que la luz a la habitación (se pone en posición de combate) en la que te encontras y al ver tu estado inconsciente, llama a su hermano inmediatamente. Te revisa y se espanta al ver tus heridas autoinfligidas y moretones, pero lo que más le aterra era tu nivel de fiebre.

Cuando Kuai Liang llega, ve a su hermano menor en estado de pánico y el desastre de la habitación se queda confundido. Se pone en posición de combate creyendo que fue un ataque enemigo.

Tomas le pide a grito desesperado que llame a los médicos y le bajen la fiebre a su amada, porque de enserio estas ardiendo en fiebre, pero cuando estos apenas ponen un paño helado en tu frente… los resultados no son muy alentadores. Tu temperatura empieza a bajar a niveles muy aterradores. Ahí entra Kuai liang para ayudarte, pero es en vano.

Tomas está mas que nervioso y apunto de tener tres ataques al corazón. No sabe qué es lo que te esta ocurriendo, ni por qué tienes las heridas que tienes. En su mente cree que alguien te embrujó para dañar al clan o que los Lin Kuei te envenenaron con una enfermedad extraña.

De repente, abriste los ojos, comienzas a contorsionarte los huesos y a soltar quejidos. Tomas y su hermano se alejan rápidamente de ti. Intentas acercarte mientras sigues contorsionándote y los crujidos de los huesos lo escuchan los propios hermanos.

En todo tu dolor cobras la conciencia y dices lo siguiente: “Tomas, perdóname… ayúdame… el libro…Liu Kang”. Tu estado consciente vuelve a irse de vacaciones, porque el demonio vuelve a tomar posesión de tu cuerpo, hace que te subas al techo y emitas un grito sumamente aterrador (cualquier semejanza con la película Evil Dead Rise es mera coincidencia). Los hermanos están aturdidos ante ese poder.

Tomas, queda confundido con lo que le dijiste, pero no puede pensar porque comienzas a atacarlo, pero su hermano intenta alejarte y sigues arremetiendo contra ellos con los instrumentos de la mesa. De milagro logran contenerte y Tomas permanece a tu lado todo el tiempo en el que estas encadenada. A pesar de decir cosas sumamente crueles:” Tu debiste morir con tu familia”. “Eres un maldito parásito”. ”Kuai Liang miente al considerarte tu hermano, lo hace por lástima”.

Tomas se queda tu lado. Te cuenta el por qué le gustas tanto, los momentos compartidos que le gustaron (tu primer beso con él, su primera cita y narrarte las historias que te gustan). Está chiquito hay que cuidarlo.

Llaman a Liu Kang para pedirle ayuda sobre tu estado y este viendo cómo te encuentras intenta buscar el libro con el que el quilombo inició. Descubre que posiblemente tengas una manera de volver a ser tu y es buscando el libro contrario. Tomas no pierde tiempo y va a buscarlo por cielo, mar y tierra hasta encontrarlo… para no hacer cuento largo lo encuentra.

Al regresar, él no sabe cómo lograste librarte, pero estas arrasando a diestra y siniestra con quien encuentras y Liu Kang intenta con todo su poder contenerte de tu posesión satánica. Tomas recita el hechizo para exorcizar al demonio que llevas dentro, termina el conjuro e instantáneamente ve cómo tu estado de locura desaparece y te desmayas por todo lo sucedido.

Tomas corre hacia donde te hayas y te carga estilo princesa para ver si sigues entre los vivos. Hasta este punto el pobre chico suelta todas sus lágrimas porque tiene miedo de que la luz de su vida se haya ido al otro lado, pero recobras un poco la conciencia y cuando lo ves lloras.

“Tomas… lo recuerdo todo, lo lamento mucho…te herí y casi mato a todos, perdóname. No tuve control sobre mí”.

Este ninja dulce dice con lágrimas: ”Vas a estar bien mi amor. Te vas a recuperar, quédate tranquila”.

Para dar final feliz, el libro satánico queda a manos de Liu Kang y de la Tierra para contenerlo. Por otro lado, te llevan con los médicos para que te curen y a partir de ahí Tomas siempre va a estar a tu lado cuando examines artilugios macabros. No quiere que vuelvas a sufrir una posesión donde casi te pierde, realmente te ama y enloquecería como nunca si algo malo te sucede. Perdió a su familia y no quiere que la historia se repita.

Hanzo Hasashi:

Viste que este libro antes estuvo en posesión de Quan Chi y por eso lo tienes en tu poder antes de que alguien más lo haga. La idea de dejarlo a tu merced fue idea del brujo, así podía herir una vez más al guerrero Shirai Ryu y ver que podía matarte el propio Hanzo para liberarte de tu dolor.

Hanzo ve que en ese libro hay maldad pura y quiere estar a tu lado cuando lo examines. Obviamente aceptas su compañía porque bueno es un pan de dios.

Comienzas a estudiarlo y Hanzo percibe que esa cosa tiene algún truco sucio. Se preocupa cuando te pinchas el dedo con los dientes que protegen el libro y aún más al abrirse de forma repentina. Una fuerza invisible te empuja hacia la pared, Hanzo es revoleado y cae más lejos de ti.

Las velas comienzan a apagarse, Hanzo cobra la concienca, pero ya no te ve donde te arrojó el demonio. Sino elevada, peleando al aire, sacudiéndote para bajar y chillando el nombre de tu amante para que te ayude. Sientes que tus extremidades son atadas con unas cuerdas que no ves, comienzan a tirar de ti, gritas y pides ayuda: “Hanzo…duele mucho…ayúdame…perdón “. Tu agonía termina cuando sientes que llegan a su fin los retorcijones como una marioneta enredada y el demonio toma posesión de tu cuerpo.

El pobre Hanzo mira con horror cuando caes al suelo como una muñeca rota, corre rápidamente cuando tus convulsiones se detienes sin más. Te revisa los signos vitales y se da cuenta que no los tienes la pena y el pánico lo invade, pero esta estupefacto al ver que abres los ojos repentinamente y sueltas un rugido.

Empiezas a atacarlo sin parar y lo insultas por todo su pasado: “Mata a tu amante y rebánala en pedazos como lo hiciste con el primer Sub Zero, solo así dejara de sufrir”. ”Debes estar muerto y acompañar a tu esposa e hijo, no estar tras las faldas de esta ramera”. Cobras la conciencia y te alejas de tu amante de forma repentina, arrodillada y llorando: “Hanzo aléjate de mí… el clan está en peligro… va a matarlos a todos…”

El demonio vuelve a tomar el control y sueltas un grito desgarrador, en ese instante, el kunai y la cadena de Hanzo te atan y sigues queriendo atacarlo inconscientemente. Se promete curarte de la posesión y torturar al demonio en las profundidades del Infierno.

Él mismo lleva tu cuerpo al Infierno y no ve tu figura. Te ve inconsciente, magullada y atada detrás del demonio. Este está frente a Hanzo y poseyendo sus mejores armas para contraatacar con el ninja.

Hanzo se prepara y lucha contra al demonio, obviamente al salir vencedor tortura a la criatura. Le pregunta quien fue el que dejó el hechizo activado. Tras varias negaciones confiesa que fue Quan Chi quien lo liberó, que hizo todo para hacer que Hanzo sufriera y que la pena lo matara para poder controlarlo.

Tras matar al demonio de una forma muy cruel, ve que tu estado se va recuperando y te lleva devuelta a la Tierra. Se alegra al ver que vuelves a despertar completamente y solamente lloras.

“Perdóname Hanzo… debí ser más fuerte y evitar que me poseyera…yo…”

“Está bien sakura, vas a estar bien. Todo terminó” Te besa en la frente, las mejillas y los labios (cosita linda).

Hanzo te envía con los doctores para que te curen y mientras de paso, él va hacerle una visita a Quan Chi. Esa visita acaba en que el brujo muere a manos de Hanzo y una paz interior invade al guerrero. De ahora en adelante siempre va a estar ayudando a examinar los artefactos que encuentres. Te considera su mundo y la pena lo mataría al ver que perdió algo valioso por segunda vez.

Kuai Liang:

Encuentras el libro cerca de los territorios Lin Kuei y te lo llevas para examinarlo. Debido a que por su aspecto parece algo para ser resguardado y que nadie debe toquetear.

Cuando estudias el libro, sentiste la punzada de los dientes y te espanta cuando el libro se abre. Más te aterra al ver las páginas moverse por sí solas hasta llegar a la indicada. Sientes como el lugar se vuelve más lúgubre.

Mientras tanto Kuai Liang te busca para discutir unos asuntos del Lin Kuei y demás problemas. Algunos discípulos le dicen que te encuentras en la habitación donde resguardas los artefactos oscuros y él se va dirigiendo allí para darte también compañía.

Empiezas a leer la hoja del libro en voz alta, el aura del lugar se vuelve más aterradora y al mismo tiempo ves que Kuai Liang entra al cuarto. Tras el error que cometiste, el aura del lugar cambia rotundamente, ves como Kuai Liang es arrojado hacia la pared y una fuerza desconocida se cierne sobre ti de manera brusca.

El demonio toma tu cuerpo y comienzan las cosas espantosas. Te tortura, hace que te lastimes con tus propias manos y sientes como el demonio casi te ahorca hasta morir. El demonio hace que te levantes y este de espaldas a tu amado.

Mientras tanto, Kuai Liang intenta volver a cobrar el conocimiento y te ve. Al aproximarse, te pregunta si te encuentras bien, pero solamente dices incoherencias: “Sabes anciano, siempre me he preguntado cómo serían sacarte las entrañas y comerte los ojos en plena noche”. “Siempre imaginé que me seguirías por querer tratar de tener una pizca de amor en tu patética vida de guerrero deplorable”. “Un anciano que sigue perdido en los recuerdos de su hermano y amigo muertos y no hizo nada para tratar de ayudarlos”. Kuai Liang se siente herido por lo que dices, pero al escuchar tu voz sabe que algo no anda bien.

Te das la vuelta y muestras una sonrisa macabra, comienzas a temblar y tu sonrisa dubita hasta convertirse en una cara de espanto y dices en tono asustado: “Quiere mi cuerpo”. Se acerca rápidamente a ti para ayudarte, pero retrocede cuando comienzas a retorcerte, convulsionar y contorsionarte de forma espantosa. Intentas acercarte a él, emitiendo exhalaciones abruptas y dices: “Kuai… lo lamento… ayúdame”.

Tu arrebato de conocimiento fue interrumpido cuando el demonio hace que tu cuerpo sufra sin cesar y tome el control nuevamente. Te subes al techo y emites un grito sumamente aturdidor, que Kuai Liang no puede esquivar. Te abalanzas hacia tu amado y empiezas a atacarlo con rasguños, de forma inmediata, los guerreros Lin Kuei entran a la habitación en la que se encuentran ustedes dos. Sueltas un rugido animal, te lanzas sobre ellos, solo dejas sangre y heridos a tu paso. Kuai Liang te contiene con sus poderes.

Pero es en vano porque empiezas a decir cosas crueles sobre él: “La muerte de este cuerpo te consumirá hasta el final”. “Sufrirás el mismo destino que tu hermano”. “Nunca seras un Gran Maestro formidable”. Kuai Liang está confuso y un poco herido al escuchar lo que dices, pero al mirarte a los ojos, se da cuenta que no eres tú. Te promete en silencio que buscará la forma de curar tu estado y quiere encontrar respuestas a lo sucedido.

Mientras te ve forcejeando con los témpanos de hielo, visualiza el libro y hojea apenas las páginas de este. Viéndolas comprende inmediatamente qué fue lo que te ocurrió. Se pone en contacto con Hanzo y Raiden para ver qué hacer para salvarte de tu posesión satánica.

Tanto Raiden como Hanzo saben de donde proviene ese libro, pero creyeron que era una simple leyenda del Infierno y que nunca fueron reales, asi que seguramente la otra parte de la leyenda de que existe un libro para combatir este demonio es real. No hay discusión, Kuai Liang va con Hanzo hasta el culo del mundo para encontrarlo, enfrentándose a todo tipo de peligros y trampas mortales y lo encuentran.

Cuando llega al templo Lin Kuei, ve caos en su hogar, ve pocos cuerpos y la mayoría de sus aprendices construyendo un fuerte para evitar que los ataques.

Empieza a recitar el conjuro para exorcizar el demonio hasta que este deja de luchar en tu cuerpo y logra salir. Al caer seminconsciente al suelo, Kuai Liang te sostiene y te mece como una niña. Sueltas lágrimas y pides disculpas.

“Lo lamento mucho Kuai Liang… tendría que haberte llamado antes…debí ser más inteligente. Lo que dije no era enserio, nunca…”. No paras de pedir perdón por tu error y sollozar y tu amado solamente intenta consolarte como puede de estos horribles acontecimientos. Hasta te da besitos (denle una medalla de oro).

A partir de ahora, Kuai Liang siempre va a ser tu segunda conciencia para que evites leer boludeces satánicas. Te procura muchísimo mientras examinas un nuevo artilugio oscuro con cautela. Sos una bella luz y no quiere ver aquello que lo hace cálido desaparezca por algo peligroso.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #hanzo hasashi x reader #kuai liang x reader #sub zero x reader #scorpion x reader #smoke x reader #bi han x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas x reader

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bowandcurtsey · 1 year

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Could j please request headcanons of Fuego taking care of his wife s/o the morning after a very rough night and s/o can't walk ;)

If you don't feel comfortable then please just ignore this❤️

Hello! because you left the request on anonymous and I can't verify your age, I'll keep the HCs a little more safe. Do read the rules before requesting guys! it'll give me more range to work on. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

I would have done more for this if requestor verified age!

Character: Fuegoleon Vermillion x f! reader tw: unchecked.

Tons of questions on whether you're okay. This sweet man apologises too.

But he'll never say that he won't do it again.

He'll ask if you liked it and then he's cheeks would get a little flushed.

He carries you to the bathroom and back. Serves you everything on bed.

Asks you to call in sick from work. Well you ARE unfit for work, in a sense.

He usually does this when he doesn't have work the next day so he can take care of you.

Massaging your legs and just getting you whatever you need.

If you're bruised anywhere, he'll take care of the bruises for you by gently rubbing on them.

He says he'll try to be gentler in the future. Key word is Try.

Lots of cuddles in bed and maybe just watching a film or two.

If there's a day he needs to go to work, or got called back, anything that requires him to leave, he'll tell the chamber maids to take care of you, saying that you're "unwell"

One time you had to leave the Fuegoleon residences but you wouldn't walk properly so he bandaged your ankle and carried you outside and let you ride on salamander to do whatever you had to.

then he'll hold you where ever you went and acted like you had sprained your ankle. But he was so cute whenever people asked.

*ahem* "she uh sprained her ankle" *ahem*

He's a terrible liar but yeah he isn't the kind to share about personal-behind-closed-doors stuff. He's a gentleman through and through.

Also once Yami saw you walking like a jellyfish and joked about whether it was because you both had a good time, Fue almost choked on air.

Yami laughed his head off because from your kis he knew the answer, but he's a nice guy so he kept it to himself.

#fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon imagine #fuegoleon vermillion hc #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon scenarios #fuegoleon headcanons #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

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hi! if you are able to, can i please get a headcanon of our lovely moon boys with a S/O who is a little like steven? the reader is sweet and shy but also chaotic at times and swears/is sarcastic.... a lot. you know? a little mix who is usually sweet though. i haven't seen anything like that, so i would appreciate it. thank you :))

I AM SO SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE, I HAVE BEEN SWAMPED WITH SO MUCH LIFE SHIT AND SO MANY ASKS TO GET THROUGH, SO THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME.

but yes, here we go.

STEVEN

see the thing that I believe when it comes to Steven, and you kinda explained it perfectly with the personality insert, is that Steven’s not anti-social.

like homeboys shy, and chaotic and all over the fucking place, but he doesn’t want to be by himself. I think he just has a hard time articulating his thoughts to other people without coming across as “too much” or “annoying”.

because steven grant is a sass. king!

I mean when Donna was asking him what he would eat at the steakhouse and he literally deadpans, “idk, Donna. Salad. Bread.” LIKE THE DELIVERY OF THAT LINE IS JUST PURE SASS.

so I think steven being with someone who’s like that—someone who is shy, but won’t hesitate to be sarcastic or make a joke in front of a group of people—is like peak rom-com shit.

like the two of you would just get along so well, because neither of you have to worry about that barrier of “oh no, I need to control myself around other people”.

you would just get each other. I mean that level of understanding is all steven really wants. and the fact that he gets to find that in you? bonus.

MARC

now I think it’s obvious from viewing layla’s character that marc has a type for spit-fires. someone who is their own person, but can keep up with his energy.

but with marc I feel like your vibe would kinda throw him off at first??

like yeah you’re steven’s cute, shy friend (cause at this point y’all haven’t figured it out yet), and that’s fine, there’s nothing else to it.

but one day you’re playing a board game with marc (monopoly, cause no game gets people that riled up other than uno). and on one particular role, where he gets to build hotels on the green spaces, you deadass look him in the eyes and go “when the fuck did you become mr. moneybag?”

and the way in which marc freezes. like instant, automatic shock.

think that meme of the scared hamster: yeah, that’s marc.

but then you’re laughing, giggling all cutesy as you make your next move. and of course you’re laughing at marc’s face because you weren’t serious. you were just joking.

but marc doesn’t know that. and for the longest time marc calls you dr. jekyll because you def scare him.

(but he’s also a little in love with you, so it’s okay)

JAKE

now jake absolutely loves the rougher side of you.

he’s a rougher guy, even rougher than marc so he needs someone who’s a little rough-around-the-edges, too.

and naturally, I feel like jake has the mouth of a sailor (except you don’t know the meaning of any of the words he uses because he only swears in Spanish), so he needs to be with someone who isn’t turned off by swearing.

and so when you’re both driving in his limo, and this motherfucker cuts in front of you guys nearly taking off the bumper, jake goes to scream whatever profanity that’ll first come to mind (because he one thousand percent has severe road rage).

but you cut him to the chase.

and as you sit in the passenger seat, explicitly swearing to yourself at how fucking dumb that guy was, and how you can’t handle this shit today, jake just watches.

because you getting all angry, and then turning to him with the sweetest smile on your face and asking him if he wants to go get milkshakes, is the most amusing thing to him.

and from that moment, whenever he refers to you—whether that’s to others or when he’s just talking to you—he calls you mi fuego.

it’s only until you ask one late night in bed, that he tells you it means “my fire”.

✨the-archxr headcanons✨

#I actually really like this a lot #this is good shit #I fuck with this concept #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #the-archxr headcanons #the moon boys #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight #moon knight tv #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon

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latinotiktok · 7 months

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Propaganda:

LELOUCHE LAMPEROUGE porque es parte del lore de code geass que "el imperio de britannia" (que aunque se llame asi no tiene a los britanicos) en realidad esta ubicado en todo el continente de las americas (https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/codegeassfanon/images/f/f0/Code_Geass_Map_%28LotV%29.png). Y considerando que Lelouch era ignorado por su padre el emperador, al punto de que lo mando al territorio enemigo (a japon, especificamente) como rehen de guerra cuando el pibito renuncio al trono, NO ME EXTRAÑARIA que Lelouch no viviera en las "homeland", sino que en alguna de las colonias de britannia (ubicadas en latam). <- es un headcanon, pero para mi es canon Y COMO PUNTO A FAVOR, dado a que el imperio de britannia tecnicamente se centra en estados unidos/canada, y Lelouch derroca a todo el imperio, le da puntos por ser anti-gringo (???) Y que en el proceso, libere las colonias (latam incluido) de sus colonizadores (a los que dejo sin imperio) solo lo hace mas una Typical Latinoamerica Experience™. <- porque que pais de latam no nacio despues de independizarse de sus colonos nocierto Lelouch le diria Ñ a los gringos. No tengo pruebas pero tampoco dudas.

Utena Tenjou y Anthy Himemiya

Anthy Himemiya (de utena) (Argentina). En la serie siempre hablan del fin del mundo y yo eso lo tomo con que viven en tierra del fuego👍. Yo digo que toma tereré.

Utena Tenjou (mexicana). EN EL DOBLAJE ELLA SE LLAMA ÚRSULA. Y A LA SERIE LE PUSIERON ÚRSULA Y EL ANILLO MÁGICO. Representación de tortillera mexicana

UTENA Y ANTHY DE RGU. LITERALMENTE TIENEEEEEEN Q SER LATINAS. DEJENLAS GANAR ALGO POR FSVOR

#canonize your blorbo as latino tournament #polls #LISTEN. NOT TO BE SUBJETIVA PERO SI PIERDEN LAS TORTAS ME INMOLO

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the-geek-librarian · 6 months

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Hi, a Headcanon that really should be canon is that the spirit hosts have tattoos to signify their contracts. No small tattoos like devil hosts tho, like,,,, those mf can take up your entire arm and get to your chest if you have your contract long enough

So by that logic, Lolopechka has the biggest tattoo, then Yuno, then Fuego we have no idea about the earth spirits host so I won't say shit

Tabata make this canon pls all of them would look so hot with tattoos

#black clover #lolopechka #black clover yuno #fuegoleon vermillion #PLS I NEED THIS #One of my fav hc #But everone would be so surprised at how big Lolos tattoo is #The fact that she was one is surprising #I feel like they would have there tattoos as a symbol of pride

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skele-sam · 22 days

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Headcanon's for Boneheads Dead people group and sam?????

Jirlshi

-Suele amarrar el liston de su máscara con un pequeño moño, ya que desde que Catri lo acomodo así, le empezó a gustar un poco

Ivy

-Algunos de los Boneheads no tienen demasiada ropa, así que Ivy confecciona una que otra prenda

Catri

-Tienen muchas pinturas de Catri en las paredes, podría decir que cada uno de los integrantes de la Dead People Group tiene al menos un cuadro

Dravolo

-Como Catri puede hacer que su cabello se convierta en fuego, de vez en cuando aprovecha un poco esto (a veces ocupa un poco de ese fuego para cocinar)

Den

- Es muy fanático de los dulces, una vez Catri le compro una bolsa grande de dulces, y en un par de minutos ya habían desaparecido.

Ali

-Suele ser muy sentimental, así que los demás siempre lo consuelan y abrazan para que no se sienta mal

Y Sam

-Normalmente cuando está nervioso o tiene miedo su cuello empieza a sangrar más, lo cual lo delata demasiado

#answered #deadpeoplegroup

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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Uno de mis headcanon es que Wukong estaba planeado suicidarse con el fuego Samadhi y morir en batalla, es un mono con mucha culpa acumulada durante siglos y por eso planeaba tener un sucesor y dejar una nueva generación; de bajo de toda esa confianza es un mono con la autoestima rota que el viaje prácticamente solo le agrego más griegas y para variar le arruinaron el plan.

Under read more because of mentions of suicidal ideation tw

translated via google;

"One of my headcanon is that Wukong was planning to commit suicide with the Samadhi fire and die in battle, he is a monkey with a lot of guilt accumulated over centuries and that is why he planned to have a successor and leave a new generation; Under all that confidence he is a monkey with broken self-esteem that the trip practically only added more Greeks and for a change they ruined his plan."

His behavior throughout the series is very similar to someone trying to "clear up loose ends" before they pass on, whether naturally or otherwise.

My hc is that Sun Wukong has had self-destructive thoughts, especially in regards to how he's lost his closest companions, his brotherhood, and Macaque. Wukong has considered ways that could permanantely end him and his many immortalities "just in case".

However, I wouldn't call his actions actively sucidial, but more symptoms of depression/mental fatigue. He doesn't feel like there's much ahead for him, he's a washed up immortal trickster god without much left over after his journey. Did he obtain enlightenment? Maybe. And just maybe it was disappointing.

Wukong likely saw harboring the Samadhi Fire as a way to "Go out with a bang". Either it killed him, or he successfully wields it and becomes Something Else. Of course the LMK gang just had to mess things up and give him more reasons to live. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

#suicidal ideation tw #suicide tw #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk hcs #sun wukong

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giggly-squiggily · 10 months

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Hello, Squig! I hope you are well!

Let this ask serve as a blank entry for your headcanon to drabble event. Write whatever YOU want to write for whoever YOU wish to write for. I'll be happy knowing you enjoyed writing the drabble that comes out of this.

I hope you have a lovely day!

*points* YOU! *brings you a plate of your favorite desserts* You are amazing and I treasure you now. Thank you so, so much! Gang- we're writing Lee!Nozel tonight!

Credit to the lovely @duckymcdoorknob- this was one the fabulous headcanons she shared with me in this post and I couldn't get it out of my head alkjrjkarjej Thank you friend for feeding my endless brain rot about these characters :3

“I’m not ticklish.”

“Really?” Rill blinked, amazed. He had been in a playful mood this afternoon- waiting for Julius and Marx to arrive left him bored and restless. In an effort to entertain himself, he decided to see if any of his fellow captain’s were ticklish.

“Yes, really. Now- unhand me.” Nozel was like a stone, unmoved and unfazed by Rill’s sudden attack. If anything, he seemed irritated, but that was his normal. “Go bother someone else.”

“Since when?” Yami, who had already been ambushed with little to no reaction, grinned around his cigarette. “Last time I checked, you were pretty bad, birdy.”

“Shut your mouth, foreigner.”

“Make me, princess.”

“Enough of that.” Fuegoleon raised a hand before Nozel could raise his grimoire. “There’s no need to fight-” He paused then, brows furrowing. “What do you mean ‘last time you checked?’”

“I mean what I said. Last time I checked, eagle man here was pretty ticklish.” Yami got up from his seat, slowly making his way around the table towards them. “I can prove it too.”

“Do you wish to die this evening?” Nozel bristled, leaning away from the approaching man. “I’ll fill your blood with so much mercury-”

“Scary. Fuego, grab him.”

“Very well.”

“Traitor-” Nozel hissed when hands grabbed his shoulders. Yami was upon him in seconds, immediately going for the ribs. “Stop that this instant-”

“Wow, no way!” Rill was grinning, eyes shining as he watched Nozel’s calm composure begin to crumble, hands batting at Yami’s as he struggled to fight down the giggles. “Nozel really IS ticklish!”

“Come on, don’t fight it.” Yami adjusted his moves, one hand tapping along his highest rib while the other kneaded his waist, looking for a weak spot. “Don’t make me push past my limits, birdy.”

“I to-old you to st-op! I’m not t-ticklish!” Nozel grunted out, his voice cracking as he set his jaw. Behind him, Fuegoleon cleared his throat.

“Hips, Yami.”

“Ah.” Yami did just so.

“You son of a-AH! Aheahhhahhahahahaa!” Nozel couldn’t finish the sentence as loud, beautiful laughter spilled over his lips, his worst spot being squeezed with reckless abandon. “Yohoohoohu dahhahahamn ohooohohoohafs, geheheheheht the heheheheehell ohooohohohoff mehehehehheehe!”

“PFFT- holy crap! That’s amazing!” Jack busted out laughing, absolutely delighted at the sight. Charlotte was struggling to keep a smile off her face while Dorothy cheered them on, giggling just as much. William had his entire body turned away, shoulders shaking with soft snorts.

“Best captain meeting ever.” Rill sighed, already planning his next painting as he leaned into his hand.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #black clover #nozel silva #yami sukehiro #fuegoleon vermillion #rill boismortier #we've gained Lee!Nozel my heart is happy now akljrjkaejkrajkrjkaekjr #Thank you friend :3

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bbkissme99 · 3 months

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Black Clover recs

Fue,Nozel and Julius with pregnant reader and how would they handle it.Reader is having a weird cravings

Fuego, William and nozel and their s/o making them take care of their firstborn baby

When someone else calls their s/o with their last name for the first time

shy s/o who gives the guys a hickey on the neck

fuegoleon and nozel when their s/o gives them a surprise back hug

fuegoleon and nozel comforting an s/o who feels insecure about her body after giving birth

Fue nozel and william with an s/o who wears something he had given them as a gift

fluffy feelings they get when they see the ring on their s/O's hand

Aye, Aye Captain: Black Clover Squad Captains x a reader who's in their squad

Yami

NO CHILL

Imagine Sparring With Yami

Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami

Waking up with Yami

Senseis' as fathers with a child!reader that was born blind.

Relief, pregnant!reader

Yami is struggling to but trying his best to quit smoking cuz his s/o is pregnant

Yami Sukehiro HeadCannons

Nozel

Dating A S/O With Big Breasts ~ Nozel Silva

Nozel Silva- Headcanons

Fuegoleon

Masterlist for Fuegoleon [2/2]

his wife s/o is busy with work or something so she leaves their 2 year old daughter with Fuego and he takes her to his office

Fuegoleon with wife s/o who gets rill to make a a family portrait

enter the lion's den

Fuego taking care of his wife s/o the morning after a very rough night

Nacht Faust

Nacht Faust Headcanons

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avelinamultibiology · 5 months

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ENG

i just decide to create them to @ask-the-rag-dolly ! she doesn't have a name or a number (because i don't know what number is them-) so i hope do you like it!

Update 18/3/2024: she number is 712 :) I would update the ref soon

LORE

Anon Num. 712, that’s them name was she get assigned previously, them program is protect the host and the rest of the anons fragment them to those who trying to eliminated them caused they get fault for the fragmentation in their code.

But when she appears half of them program get corrupted for a unknow reasone caused she doesn't know them purposed, the only think she know is help with almost anything, cooking and speak spanish, and then she get an accident was she get the conclusion she doesn't have much time to keep exist, so she decide to make a large list of things she want before she get dissapear from them existense.

Personality:

Polite and honest, the rest is somewhat contradictory, possibly having personality disorder or bipolar disorder.

Headcanon Voice:

Cyn from Murder Drones.

Abilities in Combat:

-Teleport.

-Spit of Fire.

-Punch.

-Paralyzing Blow (only work with digital people, in case with people made of meat and bones is just like electric discharge but slightl).

Fun Facts:

-Them pronouns are She/Them.

-She like carrot and strawberry cake and ravioli.

-Them flames can turn bigger when she's angry or furious.

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ESP

solo decidí crearlo para ask-the-rag-dolly ! ella no tiene un nombre o un numero (por que no se que numero es el-) así que espero que les guste!

Actualizacion 18/3/2024: su número es 712 :) voy a actualizar su referencia próximamente

HISTORIA

Anon Num. 712, ese era su nombre que ella le había asignado anteriormente, su programación es proteger al huesper y el resto de los anons fragmentando a aquellos quienes tratan de eliminarlos causando que tengan fallas por la fragmentación de su código.

Pero cuando ella apareció la mitad de su programación fue corrompida por razones desconocidas causando que elle no supiera su propósito, la única cosa que ella sabe es ayudar casi cualquier cosa, cocinar y hablar ingles, y luego ella tuvo un accidente en la que ella tuvo la conclusión de que no tiene mucho tiempo de seguir existiendo, así que ella decidió hacer una larga lista de cosas que ella quiere antes de que elle desaparece de su existencia.

Personalidad:

Educada y honesta, el resto es un tanto contradictorio, posiblemente tenga trastorno de personalidad o bipolaridad.

Voz Headcanon:

GLaDOS de Portal

Habilidades en el Combate:

-Teletransportación.

-Escupitajo de Fuego.

-Puñetazo.

-Golpe Paralizante (solo funciona con gente digital, en caso de gente hecha de carne y huesos es como una descarga eléctrica pero leve).

Datos Curioso:

-Sus pronombres son Elle/Ella.

-le gusta el pastel de zanahoria y fresa e ravioli.

-Sus flamas puede volverse grandes cuando está enojada o furiosa.

#anonymous #anon #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #Sket-art #reference sheet

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 1 month

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HCs of mereoleona, fuegoleon and leopold (separate) returning to house vermillion after an exhausting mission(your choice) only to be told by julius that the others were turned into kids. Could you also include kirsch and mimosa

I was in the mood for some Vermillion family shenanigans, so this was just the thing I needed. To be thinking about them needing to be babysitters XD

Fanfic type: Headcanons Characters: Mereoleona, Fuegoleon, Leopold, Kirsch, and Mimosa Vermillion POVs: From Mereoleona's, Fuegoleon's, and Leopold's (in that order) Genre: Comedy (/slice of life?) Length: ~1,2k total Warnings: ...uhh... the toddlers do some name-calling and there's fire (I mean, it's the Fire Vermillions, how can there not be fire?)

Mereoleona hadn’t been home for quite some time, but was feeling happy about being able to see her brothers and cousins after a long time. And, there were comforts of home, and civilization, that she couldn’t get while out and about in the wilderness. A nice, long, warm bath being one of them. Sure, she could always visit Yultim for that, but there was something so homely about the bath of the Vermillion estate, maybe over a bottle of wine, that couldn’t quite compare.

Maybe she could take a bath before-

“Oh Mereoleona! Good to see you.”

Mereo quirked an eyebrow, and looked at Julius. Who was an unusual sight in this part of the castle. And that made her suspicious.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“Well... There was a small mishap at the Magic Knights’ headquarters, which had unfortunate effects on... some knights. They are reversible, but will require some time.”

“...What kind of effects?”

“Well, about that...” he opened the door behind him, to reveal... 4 little kids, around the ages of 4 to 5 by the looks of it. And they had oddly familiar looking... hair... and markings on their skin... “I should get back to my work, and help Marx in solving this issue post haste. So, your arrival couldn’t have come at a better time.”

Mereo looked at the kids, and the to Julius, and back to the kids.

“Good luck!” Julius said, and disappeared, before Mereo could utter another word.

She looked at the kids.

The kids looked at her.

She looked at the kids.

The kids screamed, and rushed to her.

For crying out loud... She thought while picking all of the up with her fire paws.

“Aneue! I missed you!” The little boy with green eyes and a canine said with outstretched arms.

“Aneue! I learned making a fireball!” The little boy with purple eyes said confidently.

“Mereo! Brother is being annoying!” The little girl huffed with crossed arms.

“Mereo! Mimo is being jealous!” The little boy with golden eyes said, closing his eyes and lifting his chin.

Mereo closed her eyes with a sigh. Babysitting had been more of Fuego’s territory while growing up, and she had been able to focus on building character. But right now, four lion cubs were her responsibility.

As annoying as it might have been.

Julius better hurry it up, she thought while putting the kids down.

Leo dashed to give Mereo a hug. Fuego demonstrated his newly found skills, and lit the curtains on fire. Mimosa pushed Kirsch and Kirsch... complained about how he was going to get a bruise.

He better hurry it up... she thought.

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Fuegoleon pinched the bridge of his nose.

That particular mission had been more taxing than he had anticipated. But. It was over now, and after completing the reports, he could put it behind him.

It was the home stretch so to say.

“Hello Fuegoleon!” Julius greeted him at the Vermillion estate.

“Hello, Julius-sama. Is something the matter?” He inquired with a frown.

“Well, you could say that,” he gave an awkward look. “There was an incident at the Magic Knights’ headquarters.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and we’re still dealing with some of the aftermath... but it should be resolved in a few days,” Julius continued while scratching his cheek with his index finger.

“Good,” Fuegoleon nodded. “But I must inquire, why did you come to inform me so promptly?”

“Well... because it involved most of House Vermillion,” he gestured to a room, from where a loud laugh rang, making Fuegoleon turn his head towards the sound. “Good luck!” Julius stated before disappearing from sight.

Fuegoleon blinked, and walked into the room, where a rug was aflame, as a girl, of maybe 5 years of age, was standing next to it with a wide, proud grin on her face. Behind her, there was a young boy, who stared at the girl and the flame with his green eyes wide open. And at the corner of the room, there stood two other kids, a girl and a boy, looking scene.

“That is not beautiful”, the golden eyed boy concluded, earning a scowl from the girl next to him.

And Fuegoleon sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and picked up a nearby vase with flowers. I see... he simply thought before taking the flowers from the vase and pouring the water over the flames.

It was only a few days. His parents dealt with Mereo and himself while growing up for years, so... how hard could it be?

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Leo made his way through the Vermillion estate. The last mission on which he had been, had been tough one, one of the toughest so far. But since he had been the one in charge of it, it made sense. And while he was tired, he was also incredibly proud, because he had been waiting for the time when he would be in this position. He had earned this.

So, he couldn’t wait to give his report!

“Leopold, hello,” Julius greeted him as he was making his way down the hall of the Vermillion estate.

“Julius-sama!” Leopold greeted back. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“I am here to look after... the aftermath of an incident at the Magic Knights’ headquarters.”

“What kind of an incident?”

“A rapid de-aging.”

“Rapid... de-aging?” Leo asked with a curious frown.

“Yes. It should be resolved in a few days, but in the meantime, there are some people that need to be looked after. And I trust that I can leave that in your capable hands, as I get back to work,” he said with a small wave, before disappearing, and leaving Leo standing there, even more confused.

“Aneue you-, you idiot!” There was a shout from around the corner.

Leo’s frown deepened, and he quirked an eyebrow.

“Teacher’s pet!”

“No show!”

“No fun!”

Leo peeked around the corner to see two kids, maybe around 5 years of age, staring each other down. The girl had blue eyes, and the boy had purple ones. And they seemed to be only a few moments away from shoving each other.

Well... this can’t be worse than their brawls when they’re adults.... Leo thought.

“Kirsch you’re ruining it!”

Leo turned his head to another corner of the room to see a girl with green eyes, and a boy with golden ones.

“Sorry Mimo but beauty takes time,” the boy said with a pen in his hand, drawing something onto the floor.

“The tile had a small crack! They weren’t going to notice!”

“Now they will not!”

This... at least they’re not breaking things. They’re trying to fix them... he thought. How long did Julius say this was going to take?

“Haha! You’re clo-othes are on fi-reeee!” Mereo laughed while pointing at Fuegoleon.

I... They will be fine. They will be fine. They will be fine. But first: WATER.

#black clover headcanons #black clover fanfiction #mereoleona vermillion #fuegoleon vermillion #leopold vermillion #kirsch vermillion #mimosa vermillion

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