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sweet-art-o-mine · 10 months

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can i get some relationship headcanons for Aizawa from my hero academia?

[[A/N: Mod Allie here. I wrote a few of both SFW and NSFW headcanons for him, the NSFW will be under the cut of course. I made them gender neutral as well. Hope you enjoy!]]

SFW:

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't let his hair grow out just because he's too lazy to cut it - shorter hair would be so much easier to handle if he really wanted the least trouble. We also saw he had longer hair as a teenager, so it's nothing new. He just likes his hair long! Likes the way it looks on him, and the way it feels when he ties it back. And he loves his partner running their hands through it - just like a cat, he will stop everything he's doing and lean into your touch if you gently raked your fingers through his hair.

I don't think he's aromantic or asexual, it just takes a lot of time, patience, and trust building for him to be willing to get into a relationship with someone. Not only because he's a closed off man in general, but also for your own protection. He's a professional Hero, and he knows better than most that Villains would gladly target those he's close to in order to get at him. He's unwilling to drag a bystander into that mess.

He'd be much more comfortable being in a relationship with someone who knows how to defend themselves - a civilian being good at self defense would be best. Regarding dating another Hero, he would be okay with it as long as you weren't too big into press or media. He doesn't want his daily life on the news, and he DEFINITELY does not want paparazzi in his face asking about his romantic relationships.

He lives a rough life - most Pro Heroes do - and he's seen a lot of bad things. I think his ideal partner would be someone who was very positive, but not in a loud humorous way like Ms. Joke or Present Mic. Someone who's calm and collected but has an optimistic hope for the future, so you could spread some of that hope onto your edgy dark boyfriend<3

NSFW

I've seen so many posts of people saying Aizawa would be a lazy lover, put minimal effort in or be selfish, and then go to sleep right after. I must respectfully disagree... For sure he's a tired man in general (workaholic, teacher during the day and Pro Hero during the night... man has never gotten a good night of sleep in his life), but he has some pride as a lover, c'mon. If he was genuinely too tired to put any effort into sex, he'd just tell you that he's not in the mood for it at the moment.

It takes a lot of trust and love to get this man in bed with you, naked and at his most vulnerable both physically and emotionally. He's slow and sensual with his partner, taking the time to place gentle kisses along your body and whispering compliments against your skin. You were patient enough all this time to put up with his terrible habits and grouchy antisocial attitude, and he'll more than make up for it in the bedroom.

A major turn off for him is pain, both giving and receiving. He can slap your ass and maaaybe even your face if you really want it, but the bedroom is for intimacy to him and he just doesn't enjoy hurting or being hurt.

Very attentive and eager to learn, eager to please his partner. We've all seen how keen his eyes are, how easily he spots things that others would miss. Sweet spots or sensitive skin will not be hidden from him for long.

He'd definitely like his hair being pulled, but only slightly. Not enough to hurt, he just likes the pressure and your fingers tangling in his hair. You can probably get away with being rougher when he's close to climaxing tho👀

#author allie #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #anonymous #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa headcanons #aizawa shouta x you #aizawa shouta x reader #headcanons

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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Doc Holliday (Tombstone) x transman reader?? Perhaps?

Hey, sorry! Neither of us are familiar with Tombstone. You can check our FAQ for which fandoms we write for before requesting. Thanks for the ask!

-Allie

#anonymous #author answers

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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Masterlist Post

Created: 5/15/2023

Last Updated: 6/29/2023

The fandoms are listed in alphabetical order so you can easily find what you’re looking for. Just like on AO3 “character/character” means its a romantic/sexual relationship, while “character&character” means its a friendship/familial relationship. Thanks for reading, and enjoy our blog!

Total Works: 16

v Arcane (League of Legends) v

Scenarios:

- Father Figure (SFW, Silco&Jinx)

- Jinx is injured (SFW, Silco&Jinx)

v Avatar: The Last Airbender v

Headcanons:

- Yandere!Zuko HC (SFW)

-Yandere!Firelord Zuko HC (SFW)

v Chainsaw Man v

Scenarios:

- Roomate!Reader Period Troubles (SFW)

v Darksiders (all games) v

Scenarios:

- Tea (SFW, Death&Reader)

- Rain (SFW, Death&Reader)

- Tropes (SFW, Death&Reader)

v My Hero Academia v

Scenarios:

- Test Flight (SFW, Hawks/Reader)

Headcanons:

- Aizawa Relationship HC (SFW+NSFW, Aizawa/Reader)

v Naruto v

Scenarios:

- Bragging (SFW, Naruto/Reader)

v Red Dead Redemption v

Scenarios:

- needy (SFW, Arthur Morgan/Reader)

- For You (SFW, Arthur Morgan/Reader)

- Pretty Boy (SFW, Arthur Morgan/Reader)

Headcanons:

- Arthur Morgan First Date HC (SFW)

v RWBY v

Scenarios:

- and the roses smiled (SFW, WhiteRose)

#Masterlist #Arcane #Avatar The Last Airbender #ATLA #Chainsaw Man #CSM #Darksiders #Darksiders 2 #My Hero Academia #MHA #Naruto #Red Dead Redemption #Red Dead Redemption 2 #RWBY

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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HAIII is there a masterlist to all your works?

Oh, not currently! I'll make one in a little bit though, thanks for the suggestion (:

-Allie

#author answers #anonymous

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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Pretty Boy [Arthur Morgan x Reader - RDR2]

[[A/N: Author Allie here. Just a very short thing to show Arthur some love. He is a pretty boy.]]

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He shows you the bruises across his back from the fist fight he got into in Valentine. “Is it bad?” He asks, wincing as the simple action of breathing alone was hurtful. You frown, concerned, as you circle around him. Your hands hover over the skin of his back, almost afraid to put the smallest amount of pressure onto the colorful bruising landscaping his tanned skin.

“Well… It’s not too pretty,” you mutter eventually. Arthur chuckles lightly.

“Well I ain’t never been pretty, so at least nothin’s changed.”

You smile at his joking words, torn between laughing at his light-hearted self insult or scolding him for being unkind to himself once again. You’re trying so hard to break him out of that habit, after all. You place your hand gently on a lighter bruise finally, looking up at the side of his face when he inhales sharply and goes rigid. He looks away from you.

“That hurt?” You ask, even though you already know the answer.

He chuckles weakly. “Feels like a nice warm bath-” he cuts himself off when he looks down at your narrowed eyes. He grins in spite of himself. “Sorry.”

You finally remove your hand from his back and stand on your toes to press a kiss to his nose.

“For the record, you’ve always been pretty.”

#Author Allie #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #rdr2 fanfic #fluff #i dont want to be annoying and constantly put 'please send us requests' in the A/N but its kind of hard to continue posting #when we get 0 requests ): i try to post often enough so nobody thinks this is a dead blog but i wish we'd get some engagement here

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For You [Arthur Morgan x Reader - RDR2]

[[A/N: Author Allie here. I'm back to loving this sad cowboy. Not requested, just a little drabble in between other things.]]

Summary: After Dutch and the gang head deeper into the snowy wilderness, you and Arthur find a moment to relax by the fire. Word Count: 796 Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Nothing else

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You and Arthur are stuck in a cabin during a rough blizzard. He gets a fire going while you pile together all the blankets and pillows you could find. You come back into the main room to find him removing his soaked boots and jacket as he sits by the fire.

“Look what I found,” you said in a sing-song tone, lifting a bottle of unopened wine. He smiles, calling it a lucky find. You sit beside him, removing your own shoes and coat and leaving them by the fire to dry. You huddle close to him as he opens the bottle. There are no cups to drink from, so you share the lip of the bottle between the two of you, and he offers the first sip to you.

Ever the gentleman, you thought as you drank straight from the bottle. The taste made you grimace, sour and bitter and sweet altogether. Wine had never been your drink of choice, and Arthur laughed at your reaction.

You learn to accept the taste, slowly acclimating as you both recount silly tales from your histories to pass the time easily. When you lean against his arm, he stumbles over his words and rubs a hand down his face to hide the giddy smile in his expression. You don’t notice it, too entranced by the flames dancing before your eyes. His body was warm, and you sought out the heat, it was as simple as that.

He finished telling his story soon enough - an explanation for how he’d gotten that cut over his collarbone you’d asked about once before - and took another swig of the half-empty bottle. A comfortable silence fell upon you both for a moment, and you shut your eyes slowly. You contemplated falling asleep here, to the sounds of the heavy storm outside and the fire crackling in front of you, to the warmth of the flames and Arthur’s arm holding you snug to his body. Suddenly, in the haze of being half-asleep and half-drunk, you find another tale to tell.

“I ever tell you I was almost married once?”

He paused, looking down at you with surprise in his eyes. No, his expression said what he was too shocked to speak. No you did not.

You smiled up at him. “Well, almost engaged, I should say. There was this boy who liked me when we were kids, and, well, I s’pose I liked him well enough too. We were friends, see, and he’d follow me everywhere I went. My daddy liked him too, considering he came from a.. well, a somewhat well off family. When that boy turned fourteen, he took me to a park at midday and brought out a ring. I was fifteen at the time.”

Arthur stayed silent, brows furrowed as his attention was so wholly focused on you and the story you were telling. When you went quiet and took another drink of the wine, he scoffed. “That’s it? No ending to that story?” You looked up at him, confused.

“Well,” you murmured. “I said no. I was fifteen and I didn’t like him that much, not enough to marry him." Your wine-addled brain thought that was the end of that, and you couldn’t possibly comprehend why he needed or wanted more details. “And...?” He trailed off. You smiled. “And then I met you.”

That made him go quiet for a moment, but he eventually spoke up again. “You liked him and he had daddy’s money,” he spat the last two words out like a swear, not aimed at you, but at a past memory that brought him pain. “So why’d you turn that down?” Arthur couldn’t help but compare himself to the boy he’d only just learned about - it was a bad habit he found he couldn’t shake. After Eliza, after Mary… He just couldn’t stop himself from wondering when it would happen - some encounter, some kind of event, that would finally push you away from him and convince you that you had no future with him, just as every other woman he’d loved before had done. And now he was learning you had once had a good future for yourself lined up - good being subjective, of course, considering his own vehement dislike of the wealthy citizens of the country, but undeniably a better future than being an outlaw out in the middle of nowhere with him - with money and a stable home to go back to.

What could have possibly driven you away from that future?

You look up at him, confusion just as plain on your features as it was on his own.

“For you, of course,” you said with such cool conviction that it rattled the man to the core.

#Author Allie #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #rdr2 fanfic #fluff

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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Tropes [Death x Reader - Darksiders]

[[A/N: Author Allie here. Still just writing more Darksiders (specifically Death) stuff because I love this brooding old man so much, and I love the idea of an Apocalypse-surviving human slowly worming their way into Death’s heart because they’re just so earnest and nice lol. We still don’t have any requests at the moment, so please feel free to drop something in the ask box! We write for a variety of fandoms if you check our FAQ!]]

Summary: Death and Reader (human survivor) settle down in a cave to wait out a storm. You bring up an innocent topic that ends up reminding Death of some bad memories. Word Count: 1,788 Warnings: None. Just a deep convo about movie tropes and vaguely mentioning Death’s past regrets.

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"Antihero."

The sudden soft sound of your voice nearly startled the Nephelim on the other side of the enclave the two of you were camping out in.

Days ago, Death had come to visit you on the smoldering wreckage of your planet, as always, and told you of his plans to head out soon. You hadn't really expected him to say yes when you asked if you could join him, but you certainly weren't disappointed. He sometimes let you go exploring with him, but there were many more times when he deemed it too dangerous for a human to go and simply left you to continue picking up the shattered remnants of your home world alone. You’d take any excuse to get away from the corpses and clean-up for a while.

Whatever planet you were on now was pockmarked with deep craters and caves, one of which you two had temporarily made your campsite while the skies opened up to a torrent of green-grey rain that seemed to wither away any living thing it came into contact with.

"What?" He asked after a moment of silence when it seemed clear you weren't going to continue. You looked just as startled as he felt, then - perhaps you hadn’t even realized you’d spoken at all.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking out loud."

He poked at the fire burning comfortably between the two of you. You laid flat on your back atop your jacket that you'd rolled out onto the cave floor, one arm used as a pillow to make yourself just a bit more comfortable. Dust laid on your stomach, snoozing peacefully. Despair was nowhere to be found, but Death had assured you when you’d made shelter than he was perfectly fine wherever he’d run off to.

"Thoughts are typically meant to be kept in your head," he spoke dryly in his deep, sonorous voice. It may have been captivating to listen to, if not for the fact that he was poking fun at you. You narrowed your eyes at him in a playful pout, but otherwise didn't react much to his words. You'd known Death for far too long to let any of his dry wit bother you - besides, you knew it was all fun and games for the most part. He meant no real harm in the things he said.

"Remember our conversation earlier, before it started raining? About popular tropes in movies?" He glanced back up at you, one brow raised in a curious expression hidden beneath his carved bone mask. There were many, many parts of human culture that he knew nothing about, and sometimes when the two of you traveled and the silence stretched on, you'd start explaining something new to him. Sometimes he would bluntly tell you to stay quiet, but those moments were rare and only reserved for when he was in a foul mood or needed to listen for something. Most days, he just let you ramble on and listened in on every other word or so. He wasn't that interested in how your cultures were shaped on varying beliefs through history or the many dialect differences in otherwise similar languages, but he did often think, with a hidden underlying sense of respect, that humanity had proven time and time again to be quite a formidable people. There was no magic on your world, yet your technology could almost rival that of Heaven's.

Almost. You still didn’t have sword-guns like they did.

(You haven’t told him of bayonets yet.)

But earlier, riding double on Despair as you trotted through this withering planet, you'd begun explaining what you referred to as 'common character tropes in films'. You'd first had to explain what movies were to him, and though he didn't understand how your technology worked, he understood that a 'movie' was something akin to a play on a stage where the people acted out their parts for amusement. You'd mentioned themes and patterns that were often followed, and even told him that there was one he fit perfectly.

"I remind you of a character in a play?" He'd snorted.

"Movie," you corrected him, "But no. Your goals, your morals, they're just like this one trope..."

But for the life of you, you couldn't remember what it was you'd wanted to say. He'd jokingly said it was for the best, that he didn't care to know your 'tropes' anyway, but apparently not remembering a simple word is something that bothers you immensely. You'd been silently thinking on it for the rest of the day, and even well into the night. And, now, you'd finally found it.

You smiled. "That's what I was thinking of! You're the antihero."

He didn't respond for a moment or two, then poked at the fire again, urging the dwindling flames back to life. He didn't need it himself, his body was cool to the touch and needed no heat to function - but he knew it was something you required.

"Antihero," He repeated quietly, staring into the flames. "The villain, then?"

You shook your head vehemently, dislodging Dust from where he had been nestled onto your stomach. The damn crow had a clear favoritism for you, something he liked to make known at every possible moment. Perhaps because you often fed him from your personal stores of dried foods. He cawed in dismay, and you rested a soothing hand on his feathers as an apology even as you continued speaking with Death.

"No, no! Not a villain, per se, it's more like... An antihero is someone who does bad things for a good cause. Or at least, for a cause they believe is good. Sort of like a... the-ends-justify-the-means kind of person. That's what you are! Or, er, what you reminded me of," you smiled meekly, unable to tell if his silence was simply him processing your words or if you'd insulted him in some way. The elder Nephelim had never shied away from his misdeeds, and he'd always been blunt when he told you how he didn't regret his actions as long as he believed in the cause he committed them for.

He had nothing to say to that. Perhaps he was surprised that there was a human term for something that summed him up quite perfectly. It seemed to him that he'd been an... antihero his entire life.

As soon as that thought appeared in his mind, all the other terrible things followed suit, rising unbidden like a poison in the back of his memories. It soured his mood, and he tossed the stick he'd been holding into the flames to watch it crackle and burn. His eyes narrowed.

"You don't know all I've done, human."

You took in a deep breath. That was true - he was a secretive man, protecting his past from you as if it were his very own life he was guarding. You were sure you didn't know even the smallest fraction of the things he'd done for the Balance of Creation. But you hadn't meant to bring up all those memories that seemed, clearly, to bother him immensely. You felt the swift and immediate desire to play it off as a joke or apologize, something to lighten the mood again as it had been before... but you hesitated.

"...Well, it's true I don't know the extent of all you've done. And with your secretive personality, I imagine you'd like to keep it that way," you spoke softly, staring into his eyes with an unreadable expression.

"I would," came his curt, simple reply. The stick he'd thrown into the fire splintered from the heat with an echoing snap.

You nod once, laying back down and staring at the ceiling of the cave. You'd always respected his boundaries and his secrets, never prying or poking into his old wounds - it was a simple act of respect and kindness that instilled in him so much compassion and gratitude for you that he could not quite put into words. And even now, he knew you felt as though you were walking on eggshells around him with his broody personality, but you still gave your all to respect his desires for privacy and extend a friendly hand to him whenever he might want it.

It made him feel a twinge of guilt for his sudden coldness to you, watching you distance yourself from him in order to avoid upsetting him further. It made him wonder why you continued to seek out his companionship, even after all this time.

But he kept his deeper thoughts and emotions, as always, hidden from you.

Long moments of silence stretched on between you two after that. Perhaps an hour passed, or longer - your mind racing as you listen to the steady downpour of rain outside the cave, and the soft crackling of the flames beside you. You'd closed your eyes at some point and now no longer knew how far back that conversation had been. When you opened them again, blearily, you saw that the fire had died down to glowing red embers. Death sat still in the same pose as before, legs crossed and arms limp in his lap as he stared at the last of the light fading away silently.

You must have fallen asleep. The rain had stopped at some point, the ground still wet, yet all the bigger puddles had been soaked up into the dehydrated ground already. Death could have woken you to continue the journey as soon as it'd ended, but he was kind enough to let you get your rest. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the complicated man before you. Brooding, sarcastic, cold on the outside and often difficult to approach or have a straight conversation with - yet kinder than he would let on, and ever patient with your grief and insecurities as you trudged through this unknown world without your people beside you.

Your patience for his grief and insecurities was the very least you felt you could do to repay him for his friendship.

You packed up your few traveling items in silence, Death watching all the while.

"Antiheros have always been my favorite characters," you threw over your shoulder with a small smile, heading for the cave entrance. Despair dug at the ground impatiently just outside the lip, already eager and waiting to get a move on. Death glanced at you from the corner of his bright eyes, warmer than the embers still dissipating in the fire behind you.

After a heartbeat of silence, there was a quiet, breathy chuckle. He took in a steadying breath, rolled a shoulder to work out the stiffness, and stood to join you.

#Author Allie #darksiders #darksiders 2 #death #darksiders death #death x reader #darksiders x reader

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sweet-art-o-mine · 1 year

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Rain [Death x Reader - Darksiders]

[[A/N: Author Allie here! This is very short, just a silly little drabble I felt like writing. Hope you enjoy!]]

Summary: Death finds you out in the rain, enjoying the stormy weather. Word Count: 496 Warnings: None

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"I've never understood why stormy weather was always seen as dark and gloomy," you muse quietly. Your voice, peaceful and calm, was almost too quiet to hear over the heavy rains. Death's sharp senses were all that helped him to understand what you'd said. "It’s always felt so peaceful to me."

He studied your expression. You were the picture perfect image of serene in that moment - eyes closed lightly, expression lax as your head was tilted skyward to let the rain fall on your face, each drop a gentle caress as it slid down to your throat and dripped to the ground. You looked so... at peace in that moment. Death almost felt envious, how you could find such joy and relaxation in the simplest of things - the stormy weather included.

But, no, he reminded himself - you worked for that joy, for the relaxation in the simple things. It did not come easy and naturally to you as he'd almost convinced himself in that moment. You'd been through Hell - both figuratively and literally - and survived the Apocalypse, watched your own kind perish before your eyes and struggle to survive. You had lost your will to live, to continue on in the face of torment and suffering, and had re-found it all on your own. No guiding hands, no gentle push in the right direction - you'd faced the cruelties of your world alone, and come out on top.

He straightened his back subconsciously as he stared, unabashed and respectful, at this human before him.

Long moments of silence stretched on between the two of you - comfortable, easygoing silence that neither of you felt compelled to break. You, with your eyes shut and face tilted up to feel the cool water splashing on your skin, hands gently folded in front of you. Death, staring with his molten gaze right at you, feeling more at peace himself just by standing here with you - even in the cold rain. He thought of everything the two of you had accomplished together since first meeting, the adventures you’ve shared and stories told beneath the stars.

He finally had something to say, a gentle sentence to break the ice the two of you sat on together - but you broke it first.

"Ah!" You suddenly gasp, eyes opening wide. Death stared in surprise as you suddenly turned on your heel and began running for the cover of your home. "My rifle!"

He followed after a moment, confused, until he saw your back and understood - in all your peaceful relaxation of the stormy weather, you'd quite forgotten how water and metal don't go well together. Your rifle, favored weapon that allowed you to fight without getting too close to the much stronger demons, was still slung over your shoulder as you made a mad dash to get to your shelter.

"My rifle is soaked!" You cried out. Death could only laugh quietly as he followed.

#author allie #darksiders #darksiders 2 #darksiders death #death #death x reader

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Tea [Death x F!Reader - Darksiders]

[[A/N: Author Allie here! I recently got into Darksiders, and wowie I have to say it’s a SUPER underrated game series. I love the stories and characters a LOT! Death is my favorite, of course, I love me a big old softie who pretends to be heartless and mean. Nobody requested this, I just cracked this out in a few minutes because I love this grumpy old Nephilim. Hope you enjoy!]]

Summary: You are the only human left alive after the End Days had come and gone. Death wonders what keeps you going after the Apocalypse, what drives your will to live. Your answer is, surprisingly, very simple. Word Count: 1,276 Warnings: Mentions of past suicidal thoughts.

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The Apocalypse, the End of The World, The End Days - all terrifying notions that had haunted humanity’s stories for eons. Something that you had never been afraid of, before - after all, it was just fictional stuff, things you read in novels about surviving the impossible. You’d never even begin to think that it would happen, let alone in your very own lifetime - and that you would be the only survivor of it. The end of the world has come and gone. You were the sole human remaining on Earth. Your family, your friends, loved ones, any pets or comradery you had once known - all gone. Everything you had ever fought for, strived for, was all gone. The future you had all planned out for yourself, the goals you’d set to achieve greatness in your life as a human being.

Now, there was simply nothing left for you.

Day in and day out, you’d wandered the wreckage of your home world in a mind-numbingly apathetic state, blind to any dangers that lurked around the corners of the smoldering cities or hid in the ruins of places you’d once loved to visit. You could not say how long you wandered in that fugue state, grief and sorrow and depression all driving your will to live deeper into the ground until you wondered if you’d ever had it to begin with.

But somewhere in this dead world, infested with demons and ghouls and nasty creatures of all kinds, you’d somehow found another soul to latch onto. Someone who seemed just as surprised to see you as you had been to see him.

Death himself.

You can’t even remember the details of how you’d met exactly, you were so deep in your sorrow that day that everything passed you by like you were living through a distant, hazy nightmare you couldn’t awaken from. You remember snippets of it, snapshots of a PowerPoint. There had been demons, something big that wanted you dead. You had nothing but a knife and pistol to protect yourself, though you didn’t know what point there was in the act anymore.

Somewhere in between that first day he’d saved your life, and months later where you sat with a hot cup of tea in your hands, waiting out a rainstorm with Death sitting beside you beneath an awning in the streets - you’d re-found yourself. Your will to live.

Death had offered you a swift end, once. You had been overwhelmingly tempted to accept it. You couldn’t deny that the thought of ending things quickly had crossed your mind a thousand times ever since the End Day, but you’d never mustered the energy to do it yourself. Now, though, someone had come along and offered to do it for you...

But, no. You’d looked him in his molten orange eyes, deep and broiling with intense emotions that he’d never voice aloud, and you firmly declined the invitation to a peaceful rest. He’d been surprised, no doubt about it, but he had never asked why. Perhaps he’d just been so grateful, so relieved at your refusal to die, that he didn’t want to question it.

Until now.

You sat side by side, Death methodically wiping down his Redemption canon with a dirt-smudged cloth as you sipped your warm tea from time to time. The storm raged on just beyond the boundaries of the small metal lean-to you both sat under, though you remained untouched by the cold rains thanks to Death quickly ushering you inside with some quip about ‘how easily you humans fall to sickness’.

He paused his ministrations, setting the cloth down in his lap. He looked up, after long moments of contemplative silence, to look directly at the human who set beside him. You looked almost frail, hugging your knees to your chest as you sipped your hot drink, keeping the shivers at bay.

"What made you change your mind?" Death asks, his tone quiet and somber. Your eyes, having been closed as you reveled in the bittersweet taste of your tea, shot open at the question. You were surprised, and confused. Not at the question, no - you knew, without needing any further prodding, exactly what he was talking about. Your confusion only stemmed from how to answer. Did you even know the answer, yourself...?

His amber eyes watched you like a hawk, seeing the mix of emotions cloud your eyes as you thought about how to respond. He could read you like an open book, bare for the world to see, and it never failed to make you nervous. You’d never known someone who could so easily peer into the deepest depths of your soul with a simple glance. After a moment of silence, you finally seem to wrap your thoughts up into a neat enough little box that you could phrase your response.

"Tea," You answered plainly. You hoisted your warm cup up with a nod, as if to drive your point home. You took another sip, watching him nervously. He has no response to that, not right away. He sits quietly as he soaks in the information.

"...Tea?" He's never had the human drink himself, but he knows what it is solely because you've always offered him a cup whenever he came to visit you. ‘It's a little thing called manners,’ you'd jokingly say to him when he asked why you continually offered despite him always saying no. ‘Always offer a cup of tea to house guests.’ It’s what you’d been taught growing up, and damn it all, not even the Apocalypse itself would make you forget your manners.

Your small, unsure smile spreads into an amused grin at his confusion, the tilt of his head that reminds you oh so much of Dust. You aren't sure if Death learned that from his bird, or if his bird had learned it from him.

"I wanted a cup of tea," you explained simply between huffs of quiet laughter. "And, well... I had to find the seeds myself, since I couldn’t just go to the local store and buy them anymore. And then it takes a while for tea leaves to grow, you know? Then I have to dry them - dried herbs will always taste better than fresh herbs do - and find a teapot, or something that could reasonably replace a teapot, and..."

Death's molten gaze never turned away from you as you spoke, and you finally felt a shimmer of embarrassment heat up your face as you realized you’d been rambling. Death was a man of few words, but you certainly were not. You liked talking to him, liked explaining human things that he didn’t understand. You trailed off into silence and scratched the back of your neck, looking down at your knees hugged close to your chest.

"Is that a silly reason to live for?” You mused in the silence that followed. “Probably. But... It kept me going. By the time I finally had a warm cup of tea in my hands again, there were a hundred other things I remembered that I wanted to do again, too." You smile again, gently.

A long silence stretched out before the two of you, listening intently to the pitter-patter of rain gently hitting the metal roof above you. Death hummed in thought, before, finally, he spoke once again.

"It's as good a reason as any," he shrugged. There was amusement in his voice, and you could just hear the smile behind his mask. Silly humans and their silly habits, you were sure he was thinking.

You laughed along with his amusement, cheeks flushed and heart full.

#author allie #darksiders #darksiders 2 #death #darksiders death #death x reader #please feel free to request any darksiders stuff!! its my newest favorite fixation lol #i love death so much omg #also ive just realized i should probably be putting summaries and warnings on my stuff lol #i havent written dark stuff much yet so its fine so far but from now on. ill be putting word counts and summaries and warnings

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to celebrate csm on ur writing list... how about the roommates (aki, power, denji) having a 4th roommate (the reader) who's on her period? how do they deal with it?

[[A/N: Allie here! Thank you for the first Chainsaw Man request!! I love the roommates, they’re so funny and chaotic together. You didn’t specify whether you wanted headcanons or a scenario/fic, so I made it a short scenario.

I also tried to keep the reader gender neutral, but they do have the body needed to have a period. Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it!]]

Power was the first to know. Being a Blood Devil, she had a very keen sense of smell - so sharp, in fact, that the moment you came out for breakfast one morning, she noticed. Her skills would be admirable, if not for the horrible manners that often followed suit.

“You smell like blood!” She shouted at breakfast, around a mouthful of rice. She pointed her chopsticks straight at you, and your ears burned red immediately.

Aki was the second to know. Denji looked between you and Power, confused, only half awake and still waiting for his own food to be ready. Aki seemed to put the pieces together immediately though, his intelligence being a small mercy for you. He didn’t ask any further questions to you, but he did shout at Power to not point that out every time she noticed it. You sat quietly at the table, facing downwards as your whole face burned with embarrassment. You can’t believe you didn’t even think of this possibility - or at least, you thought Power would have had the decency to not shout it out at the table! But as always, you give the Blood Devil too much credit.

Denji still didn’t understand what was going on, but he could clearly see you were at the butt-end of the situation just by your reaction.

“Eh? Are you… Are you okay?” He asked, still very much confused. “Did you get hurt? Why do you smell like blood?” He looked all over you, trying to spot where you must be bleeding from if Power could smell the blood coming off of you. When he saw nothing obvious - he even gave the air a questionable sniff, but smelled nothing himself - he wondered if Power could have been wrong.

Aki hit Denji over the head with the morning’s newspaper, absolutely aghast. He could understand and even expect Power to be brash and uncouth about the situation, but how could Denji not get what was happening?! Didn’t he know a single thing about anatomy?

You covered your face, sighing very, very heavily before getting up from the table to go back to your room. You had work today with the other Devil Hunters, but if you were being forced to work on your period, then by God, you did not want to have to deal with this first thing in the morning. It’d only put you in a foul mood for the rest of the day. There was some more shouting and hectic noises behind your door, but they muffled as you pulled your blanket over your head. After a few moments, there was blessed silence - then, a quiet knock at your door. You didn’t want to know who it was, didn’t even want to get out of bed to check.

“Do you want something lighter for breakfast?” Aki’s voice came muffled through the door. You thanked every God in existence for Aki’s kindness.

“...Just some cold fruit would be nice,” you finally replied. Aki said something too quiet for you to catch, then you heard his muffled footsteps receding from your door.

Power would make this upcoming week - and perhaps every month from now until the end of your days - hell for you, surely, but Aki’s professionalism and quiet kindness would see you through it. Denji was clueless as all hell, sadly, and you had no interest in teaching him yourself.

Maybe he could look it up or something.

#author allie #csm #chainsaw man #denji #chainsaw man denji #csm denji #hayakawa aki #aki hayakawa #power #csm power #chainsaw man power #x reader #csm scenario #anonymous

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sweet-art-o-mine · 2 years

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Author Allie here! I am adding Chainsaw Man to my write list, although I am still early in the manga (chapter 20 or so) so if you ask for character who appear later on, it’ll have to wait for a bit!

#author allie #i was gonna wait until i got caught up on the manga to add it to the list for that reason but #by god i love denji so much. i love the whole squad (denji power and aki) but denji is so stupid my beloved #so if anyone has requests for early characters then go nuts i would love to write for them #chainsaw man #csm #mod posts

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sweet-art-o-mine · 2 years

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Hi I just wanna say I liked the Yandere Zuko head cannons can you make one if he was Firelord plss

[[A/N: Ami here! I’m so so SO happy you enjoyed it! And I’m super sorry about how late I am to write this response!

I was unwell for quite some time, and couldn’t write, but I’m back!! And ready to write a lot more! I hope you enjoy this!!]]

➺ You’d think having access (and control) to an entire nation would make him less…clingy. But it was far from it. With his attention divided by his people, and the object of his obsession, he became even more demanding of your presence.

➺ He hardly let you wander his home without him by your side, and he even went so far as to have you join him in all his meetings, casting threatening glares at any who seemed to disprove. And although this behavior was strongly encouraged against by his advisors, he had no issues disobeying them for his own enjoyment and peace of mind.

➺ It was hard to believe that it took this long for his larger red flags to start popping up. Ones that went far beyond his obsessiveness. Like how sometimes when he’d crawl into your bed very late at night, the scent of ash heavy on his clothes, and you had only been half asleep when screaming echoed from the courtyard before his arrival.

➺ It was easy to brush it off as a dream at first, trying to convince yourself that your over-protective lover would never do anything to harm you or the people of his nation, lest he lose the job he had earned through his hard work.

➺ But as time progressed, he began spiraling further and further away from the man you used to know and love. Little by little, the things you loved about Zuko began to disappear; the warmth of his skin against yours now searing hot instead of comforting, and the protection he once offered quickly became stifling.

➺ The castle often smelled of death, and you were no fool. You noticed the declining numbers of castle staff, and the hushed whispers that followed you around the halls.

➺ The friends you had made along your travels with the Avatar visited less and less, until you were completely alone. He had shut you away; no one was to speak to you, lest they face his wrath. You were nothing more than a bird in a cage, and you longed for a taste of freedom.

➺ You weren’t sure how much more you could take before he cracked, jumping at the sound of his approaching footsteps. How long would vent his anger on others before turning it on you? And when he did, would you survive?

➺ You loved Zuko despite it all, but what was supposed to be your “happy marriage” was torture, and after six months, you could no longer recognize the man you had fallen for.

➺ But there was no escape.

➺ Not if you wanted to leave with your life.

#zuko #zuko x you #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #Avatar The Last Airbender #avatar #x reader #yandere #yandere zuko #yandere firelord zuko #author Ami #x y/n #tiffanyy-21

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