『 Kurov 』

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🪽 anon

May I request aamon/granger with a fem/gn! reader that self harms? How would they react and go about it? Thank you! :D Take your time and don’t be pressured to fulfil this request.

granger x gn!reader who sh hcs

kurov's notes: i'm sorry for the wait! i've had to block away a bit of time to trying to pin down granger's personality... a lot of montoon's characters fall into the "cold serious" type so i spent a while trying to give granger a bit of spice that differentiates him from how i've already characterized aamon! and thank you, anon!!

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Granger:

Granger doesn't notice the scars, but he does sense something amiss about your behavior. Like how you wear long sleeves even in hot weather, or how you flinch when someone tries to reach for your wrist.

At first, he brushes it off as mere coincidences. But as more and more observations pile up, it starts to form a picture that he doesn't want to believe.

He doesn't confront you, always one to hate forcing conversations before the other is ready. Instead, he tries to make himself more available.

Granger stops accepting as many demon hunts as he once used to, making sure to return home at least once every 2 weeks. He chooses to sit beside you in silence instead of disappearing into his room like he usually does, and only going to sleep after he makes sure that you slept first.

The first time he finds fresh injuries, Granger's expression hardly changes. If you were an outsider, you would have missed the way his brows tightened or how his lips were pressed into a thin line.

He kneels beside you without a word, instead choosing to gently reach for your hand, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you're uncomfortable.

When you don't, he begins to quietly clean and treat your wounds, dressing them in a way much gentler than he usually does to himself.

In all honesty, Granger isn't sure what to do. He remembers how he used to push his body to hunt demons to silence the ringing in his ears, if only temporarily. If hurting yourself serves the same purpose for you, then he understands the logic, even if he hates what it's costing you.

That's why, he never asks you to stop or verbally disapproves of your practices. You can tell that he doesn't like it, but he also doesn't want the darker alternative to come true.

Granger will never call you selfish, weak, or attention-seeking. Those words would never even cross his mind. If anything, he blames himself for not recognizing it sooner.

He's also one of the few people who won't immediately bombard you with promises that everything will get better. Empty reassurance has never comforted him, so he refuses to insult your intelligence by offering it to you. Instead, he tells you something far simpler.

"You don't have to convince me that you're in pain." "If you ever need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on, just ask me. I would love to be able to help you." "No matter if you get better or worse, I'll always stay by your side."

Current Fandom: MLBB

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reader-inserts

headcanons

smut, fluff, angst

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watersports

fandoms i am not currently in

long-form writings / fics

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here!

marcel suddenly waking up with cat ears hcs

writer's note: anon how do you come up with such BRILLIANT ideas my goodness. also say hello to clemar everyone this is the first time i've written him i believe.

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Marcel discovers the cat ears and tail during an otherwise perfectly normal morning.

One moment he's brushing his teeth, the next he's staring into a mirror while two unfamiliar ears twitch atop his head. His expression barely changes, but the pause in movement is long enough for Clemar to become suspicious.

The moment he catches sight of them, an absolutely delighted shriek erupts from within. Marcel spends the next several minutes trying to deny this very unfortunate reality while Clemar snaps many photos of his new body parts.

The ears are a nightmare. Marcel has spent years carefully mastering how to control his expression and body language, but the cat ears seem to have very little regard for such efforts.

They perk up whenever something catches his interest, flatten when he's irritated, and twitch whenever someone says something particularly unexpected.

The worst part is that Marcel rarely notices them moving until somebody points it out. Nothing is more frustrating than maintaining a perfectly polite smile while his ears reveal exactly what he's thinking.

Did I mention he also has a tail?

Marcel can ignore the ears if he keeps his hair styled correctly. The tail, however, is somehow even less cooperative.

He initially treats it as little more than an unusual appendage, only to discover that (who would've guessed) it reacts to his emotions as well!

When he's focused, it curls neatly around his chair. When he's irritated or impatient, it starts lashing back and forth behind him. Whenever he's startled, it puffs up dramatically.

When he does notice it's involuntary movements, he spends an entire afternoon trying to tame it. If Marcel's actively monitoring it, it behaves just fine. But lose focus...? Oh dear.

Clemar finds endless entertainment in the entire ordeal. There is never an hour that goes by without him snapping at least one photo of Marcel's new condition, of course in different moods as well.

Marcel quickly learns that arguing only encourages him, but that does little to stop the camera from snapping photographs whenever an especially embarrassing opportunity presents itself.

The collection grows steadily despite Marcel's repeated threats to destroy every last image.

Aamon is the first to find out, after Clemar.

He's calm, which somehow aggravates Marcel. He doesn't stare, doesn't laugh, doesn't even comment on it. All Aamon does is look up from his reports, raise an eyebrow, then go back to his reports (like the workaholic that he is).

However, that doesn't mean that Aamon doesn't find himself amused whenever Marcel and Clemar begin arguing about the situation. Normally, the pair maintain some semblance of dignity in public, but the situation seems to destroy that entirely. Watching Clemar loudly demand photographs while Marcel threatens to throw the camera into a lake is one of the few things capable of earning a rare, genuine smile from him.

Melissa, meanwhile, becomes completely unbearable. She finds out when they meet up for tea and takes it upon herself to take advantage of such luck!

Marcel can endure her cat sounds and teasing well enough, but what truly betrays him is the way his ears automatically swivel toward her whenever she speaks. No matter how determinedly he ignores her, they continue reacting on their own. Melissa notices this within minutes and proceeds to laugh so hard she nearly falls out of her chair.

Gusion laughs. There is no polite way to put it. The second he sees Marcel, he doubles over. Takes one look at his ears, points at him, and starts wheezing. It is perhaps one of the least dignified moments in Marcel's life, being laughed at by his younger cousin that doesn't even officially live in the castle (or a wall rat, as I like to call him).

Strangely enough, the ears make Marcel more approachable. His usual elegance often creates a sense of distance between himself and others. People admire him, certainly, but few feel comfortable approaching him casually.

The cat ears seem to undo years of carefully cultivated mystique overnight. Children would wave to him in the streets, while elderly ladies would pinch his cheek and tell him that he's far too handsome to look so serious all the time.

Marcel accepts these interactions with his usual grace, though privately he thinks it slightly ironic that while he hates these ears, they seem to think otherwise.

I want to request dating headcanons for Iruma Suzuki.

Or jealous headcanons for welcome to demons school Iruma kun.

I really love Iruma and kalego.

And thank you for reading my request!

And sorry for my bad english TwT.

hi i'm so incredibly sorry, but i do not write for the iruma fandom anymore! i should've stated that in my request rules earlier, sorry to disappoint!

xavier x raven!reader hcs

writer's note: thank you for the request! i never thought of a raven reader, had to go read up on them... and wow the methods they used are brutal. reader here was a raven in the past, because i believe that its pretty much impossible for a raven to date xavier, considering their beliefs and xavier's current status as a criminal.

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Context: reader is traveling with forsaken light!

Dating Xavier as a raven is complicated long before it ever becomes romantic. You are, quite literally, a living reminder of one of the darkest chapters in his life.

The first time he learns of your past affiliation with the Ravens, there is an unmistakable tension in the air. It's not that he blames you for being part of the organization, but it's still an unavoidable fact that you were part of it.

At the start, being around you is somewhat unbearable. Your presence (and Julian's) reminds him of the fortress. The massacre. How the ravens were killing people with cold smiles and the way he allowed it to go on for such a long time.

Yet as he spends more time with you, Xavier slowly realizes that you are different. You are not the same as the people who hurt those innocents. You are just another victim of the church, exactly like him.

Xavier understands indoctrination better than most people realize. While the Ravens and the Arbiters walked different paths, both were groomed to place the Church above conscience.

This leads him to pick up on many of your habits. Like how you fight with yourself before questioning a decision, or how you profusely apologize for mistakes that aren't your fault.

Instead of forcing you to change, he gives you space to figure things out yourself. After all, nobody could have convinced him to leave the Church before he was ready. He wouldn't deny you that same freedom.

One of the first things that truly draws Xavier to you is your resilience. Most people who escape institutions like the Raven's Nest either become consumed by bitterness or lose themselves entirely. Yet somehow, despite everything, you're still trying your best to search for a life beyond what the Archbishop decided for you.

Xavier finds that admirable. He doesn't say it often, but every time you choose your own path instead of blindly following someone else's, he feels a quiet sense of pride.

Neither of you are particularly good at talking about your feelings at first. Xavier has spent years burying his emotions beneath sarcasm and indifference, while you were practically trained to suppress your identity altogether.

Conversations about the past are always accidents, usually happening late at night when the tongue is loose and the mind is sentimental. Sometimes one of you says something without thinking, and suddenly you two spend a few minutes reminiscing about the past or comparing notes on who did what in the church (he has a surprisingly good ear for gossip).

Xavier is surprisingly patient whenever your Raven instincts resurface. When you give strangers a death glare, accidentally snap at someone for moving too quietly behind you, or struggle to relax during peaceful moments, he never mocks you for it. He knows habits built from the harsh training doesn't just disappear overnight. More than once, you've caught him subtly adjusting his own position so he can keep watch instead, giving you permission to rest without saying it out loud.

Despite his cynical attitude, Xavier genuinely wants you to discover who you are outside of being a Raven (and he also wants to be the one discovering you, cough cough).

He asks questions nobody has ever asked before. What food do you like? What hobbies would you have picked if you'd been given the choice? What name would you choose for yourself?

At first you thought him intrusive, only begrudgingly giving short, snappish answers because of the respect the rest of the group seems to have for him. Overtime though, these questions truly makes you think about yourself more.

When you finally give him your first proper answer, he gave you a small, satisfied smile and you had to duck your head before he noticed the red on your cheeks.

Xavier absolutely spoils you with food once he discovers your preferences. Most people don't realize how much he enjoys cooking, but preparing meals is one of the few things that still brings him uncomplicated happiness.

After growing up in the Raven's Nest, where everything was earned through obedience and achievements, having someone cook simply because they care about you feels almost unreal.

It doesn't hurt that Xavier's cooking is delicious. Comparing his cooking to the rations given at the Raven's Nest is like comparing a 3 star Michelin meal to a rock on the streets.

Xavier is not particularly affectionate in the traditional sense, but he is incredibly consistent. He checks whether you've eaten, makes sure you're sleeping when you can, things you would expect more from a husband than a boyfriend (am i projecting my husband material xavier hc here? yes. absolutely).

Falling in love with him feels strangely peaceful. Not because either of you are free from your pasts, but because neither of you have to explain them. Xavier understands what it's like to dedicate your life to a cause only to realize that cause betrayed you. He understands the guilt, the anger, and the grief that follows.

It creates a kind of unspoken connection between the two of you, a special bond of sorts.

floryn x f!reader doomed hcs

writer's note: thank you for this req!! normal floryn hcs are already fun to think about, but ohoo making it doomed??? angst??? yummy!! also thank you for calling me master, that has stroked my ego quite a bit.

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This requires some knowledge of Floryn's lore btw!

Short summary in case you're not familiar: Floryn was a girl born when Belerick accidentally poured too much power into a flower. For a while she was isolated in the Oasis so that she could live her life carefree and away from the harsh environment from the desert. Eventually some events occurred which led her outside the Oasis. Seeing all the suffering and despair of the drought, she resolved herself to help the desert recover.

Also, Floryn and reader is already in an established relationship.

Floryn never means to neglect you. In fact, she spends most of her journeys thinking about you. Every village she restores, every patch of green she coaxes from the barren earth, every child she helps and every flower she discovers becomes another story she can't wait to share with you when she returns. And when she leaves, it's always with the same promise:

"just one more trip! there's a settlement to the south-" "it's just one more village, i recently heard from a group of merchants that their farm caught fire and-" "there's just one more place that needs help, I promised that I would return to heal them-"

Then she would come back and spend more time with you. And Floryn means it, every single time.

In the beginning, this arrangement works. Floryn returns often enough that neither of you notice the years slipping by. She comes home with dirt on her boots and excitement in her eyes, eagerly taking your hand and launching into the tales of her travels before she's even sat down. She shows you the sketches of villages before and after her work, tells you about the people she's met, and presses new species of dried flowers into your hands. Seeing her so happy makes it impossible to resent her for leaving again. You love her, but more than that you love seeing her fulfill the purpose she was born for.

The problem is that Floryn does not experience time the same way you do. Born from a flower and the magic of Belerick, it would not be a stretch to say that she is essentially immortal. A year feels short. Five years can pass by in a blink of an eye. Everytime she returns, she looks almost exactly the same as she did before she left. And she never seems to realize how different your experience has been, because every sign of your aging was healed away without a second thought.

Then one day she returns from a journey that felt especially short. Perhaps she had spent only a year away restoring a drought-stricken region, bringing rain to villages that had not seen water in decades. Floryn arrives practically glowing with excitement, already rehearsing all the stories she wants to tell you. She is eager to show you how much progress she has made, how much of the desert is blooming because of her efforts.

But then, she sees you.

You, who's hair is now entirely silver. You, with lines adorning your face. You are not frail or dying, but you are undeniably older than the girl Floryn had once left behind all those years ago. The differences are no longer subtle, impossible to explain away. While she spent years believing that she always had more time, your life continued moving forward without pause.

And perhaps, what makes it even worse is that you are not angry. You greet Floryn with the same warmth you always have. You ask about her travels, the people she's helped, the villages she's saved. There is no resentment in your eyes. If anything, you seem proud of everything she's accomplished. And that kindness just makes the guilt worse, because at the very least, if you hated her for leaving, perhaps she could've convinced herself that she deserved the pain.

But instead, you cradle her teary face in your wrinkled hands, and you tell her that everything is okay. That you understand, that you would never blame her.

After that, Floryn becomes desperate. She starts searching for solutions, asking anyone she meets, even traveling to the Celestial Palace to consult Lunox about extending lifespans or reversing the effects of age. She chases rumors of forgotten magic and ancient relics, for hints of how previously mortal beings turn immortal. There had to be a solution. There simply had to be. Floryn would not accept any other outcome.

Floryn had to accept there was another outcome.

For perhaps the first time in her existence, Floryn encounters something she cannot heal. Time is not an illness. Time is not a wound. There is nothing wrong with you. Your life was simply moving forward exactly as it should. No amount of rain can make a flower return to its seed. And no amount of her magic can restore years that have already been lived.

marcel x reader who's close to melissa hcs

writer's note: thank you for the request! i'm glad you enjoy my works :3 i was half writing this on the aeroplane so i apologize for any mistakes!

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Marcel knows about you long before you two even meet. Don't get me wrong, he's not keeping tabs on you just because you're one of the rare few that Melissa keeps by her side, that attention is directed towards her more dangerous companions (cough forsaken light cough). But, with the sheer amount of times his cousin brings you up, it's impossible to not know.

Melissa talks a lot on the rare occasions that they meet up. She complains about her customers, her requests, or even just Aberleen itself. And somehow, your name just keeps popping up.

"Oh they helped me organize my inventory the other day!" or "The tea they made was soooo good..." or even "They kept stealing my scissors so I pulled a little prank on them as revenge!"

So when Marcel finally sees you in person at the shop, it feels less like meeting a stranger and more like finally putting a face to your profile.

You're one of the few people that Marcel trusts quickly. Again, it's not because you immediately stood out to him or anything. It's just, Melissa trusts you. And Melissa trusts almost nobody. Suspicious by nature, defensive by experience. The fact that she allows you to work by her side everyday says a lot, and if Melissa has already deemed you part of her little world, Marcel is inclined to believe that you are someone worth knowing.

Once you get to know him better, it seems like you've become some sort of buffer between Marcel and Melissa.

To be fair, their relationship is certainly a complicated one. They know each other too well to perform politeness, but too distantly to fully soften for each other. Melissa is all sharp edges and sarcasm while Marcel is so polite it makes you want to throw something at him.

TLDR they are both different kinds of ragebaiters that wants to get closer to one another but also feels kinda conflicted on how to go about it.

That makes you, in contrast, something like a stabilizing point between them. Meaning that you try your best to make sure another petty argument doesn't erupt over teatime, but at least your efforts don't go unnoticed by Marcel, hm?

Overtime, Marcel's interest in you develops. And of course, Melissa notices (why wouldn't she). She doesn't interfere or announce it directly, but for all her snark she's uncomfortably good at reading people. Instead of commenting seriously, she folds it into her usual sarcasm, letting remarks slip that are half observation half provocation.

Melissa neither approves or disapproves outright, but she does deliberately leave you and Marcel in the same space more often than coincidence would justify.

Once you and Marcel get together, Melissa is probably the first person to know (not because you told her, but because she figured it out). She has known both of you long enough to notice the tiny changes in behavior, like the way Marcel starts visiting the shop more often than necessary, the way your gaze lingers on him, or how the two of you somehow end up hovering around each other, subconsciously or not.

Melissa hates it. Don't get me wrong, she's happy that her friend and half-brother managed to get together, but gosh tone it down on the visits?? The shop is no longer peaceful because of Marcel, and everyday she has to sit and wait for the inevitable time that he comes in and distracts or lord forbid kidnaps her reliable employee friend for the day.

hirara.

This isn't going to be a properly formatted hc writing, just my brain spilling out i guess. You can read the original dating hcs for her here.

Anyways! This is going to be different from the characterization I showed in the hcs, this is gonna be more lore-based I suppose? Like how I think she would realistically act.

Given her lore, I don't think that Obsidia would approach love with a "softened" version of herself. Her core worldview is still built around dominance, survival, and absolute control over her domain. So even in love, she wouldn’t suddenly become gentle or emotionally expressive in a conventional way. It would feel more like two powerful forces existing in uneasy balance rather than a traditionally warm romance.

At first, she would likely struggle to even frame what she feels as affection. Obsidia is someone who associates closeness with hierarchy and possession: she protects what is hers, and “hers” is something she has decided is worth sparing. So a person who earns her attention wouldn’t be treated delicately at first, but rather observed intensely. They'll be tested, measured, and evaluated for strength and whether they can exist beside Obsidia without being consumed or discarded like everything else in the Abyss.

If she does accept someone as a partner, her affection would show up in extremely controlled, almost intimidating ways. She wouldn’t be verbally tender, no, instead, she’d express attachment through her protection. The kind of “love” she understands is something closer to: "no one else is allowed to harm you but me". It seems unsettling from the outside, but in her logic, it’s a form of exclusivity and care.

Emotionally, though, there’s a fracture beneath that control. Obsidia has already experienced betrayal by gods, collapse of her kingdom, and the erosion of her own autonomy. That makes vulnerability something she would resist almost instinctively. A partner might occasionally see brief moments when that outer shell softens, moments where she seems distant, not from lack of feeling, but from the difficulty of processing anything that isn’t survival or power.

Jealousy and possessiveness would likely exist, but not in a petty or insecure way. More like territorial instinct. Not “I fear losing you,” but “nothing that exists in my domain should be taken without my permission or consequences.” That said, someone who consistently proves they are not trying to control or replace her autonomy could slowly become one of the only beings she does not instinctively classify as a threat or a pawn.

Overtime, if the relationship stabilizes, Obsidia might show a different side of her. A fierce sort of loyalty. Obsidia is consistent once she decides that something is part of her world. She does not easily abandon what she has claimed as meaningful. So her version of love would likely feel heavy and absolute. Less about affection in the soft sense, and more of a cold promise of guaranteed survival.