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saebyeoked · 1 year

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Omg yes I will gladly request something for Banda he is so underrated 😭. Can I request general dating headcanons for Banda? Can it be fluffy there isn’t enough fluff of this man! Feel free to add in a couple stuff I hope you have a good day or night!<3

im gonna be honest. i dont care if this is ooc this man is so babygirl. those shoulders.... those hips.... that face. damn put me in the ground already 😭😭 also, you might know me from an old writing blog.. @/saebyeoked. i moved over here awhile ago, so i figured i'd write for aib here instead :)

gn!reader | tws: banda is a murderer... that's really it. overall pretty fluffy !! season 2 spoilers, and probably ooc banda | join my taglist !!

dating banda sunato headcanons

you met in the solitary confinement game. he immediately caught your eye. you weren't too sure on what it was, but there was something about him that had you captivated from the beginning

you, banda and matsushita form a trio, telling each other what your symbols are. your relationship with both of them is pretty simple, and you don't get closer to banda up until the game is over

chishiya had asked you to tell him his symbol, as his partner died in the previous round. he had told you that banda was a murderer, and you shouldn't put too much trust in him. he had yet to lie to you.. so you brushed his comments aside

so what if he was a murderer? wasn't everyone, at least in this world?

though, you would be lying if you said the information didn't put a pit in your stomach— one that was growing with each passing day in the borderlands anyway

you caught his eye back in the jack of hearts game, too. mostly keeping to yourself, he could tell you were scared of dying. he wasn't, but it didn't mean he wanted to by any means

you, chishiya, yaba and banda end up living through the game— and you feel something pulling you to banda. for some reason, you decide to go with him instead of chishiya

your relationship begins to progress after it's just the two of you alone. you become friends surprisingly quickly, for a man who was a murderer in the real world.. he isn't the worst company

he's intelligent, quick on his feet and able to read situations really easily. it's nice to have him around for those reasons, if nothing else

banda has a very hard time expressing his emotions. he isn't big on friends, so it takes awhile for you to get close enough to him for him to think of you romantically

he knows what that feeling in his heart is, and he pushes it away until he can't ignore it anymore

neither of you really.. confess. you two just flirt— a lot. you insist to yourself that it means nothing, and flirting is just a fun way to pass the time or something. but it does become something more

you realize you like him romantically when he saves you in a game. it's nothing big, not in his eyes, anyway. he pulls you out of the way of an object that otherwise would've crushed you, and he acts like it was nothing

neither of you ever say you like each other romantically. it just.. happens

you're initiating the first kiss, obviously. he acts so cocky in every situation and he tries to hide the fact that he has no idea what to do from you

over the time you spent together, you're able to read each other really well. it's a major benefit in your relationship, as you both know whenever the other is feeling upset or angry about something

as a boyfriend... i will say he has experience. he knows what to do to get you flustered and hiding your face in your hands, and that's at the very bottom of the list of things he does

he tries not to be cheesy. but he will set up makeshift dates while the two of you are out scavenging. he never plans them beforehand, but you don't care. he doesn't even have to do it in the first place— as long as you get to spend time with him that's enough

he isn't big on pda. there's no one around in your world, but it's a general thing for him. it makes him feel really exposed.. and it bothers him

though, if it's something you enjoy he'll hold your hand occasionally. that's really all he'll do, but it's more than you ask for

he doesn't mind physical touch in the moments where it feels right. if you're having trouble falling asleep, he'll pull you into his chest and just.. talk to you to help you relax

his voice is the most relaxing thing in the world in your mind. he could be reading out the dictionary to you and it would help you in some way

banda's VERY protective. he knows you're more than capable, but he does want to keep you safe

as much as he tries to act tough, he has a soft spot for you and your safety is a priority to him. he'll go out of his way to make sure you're okay, even if he's injured

he's a surprisingly sweet boyfriend. despite his.. history...

taking everything he sees that he thinks you'd like or reminds him of you to give to you at some point, picking out your favorite food at a store if he sees it laying around.. all simple, yet noticeable things to show he cares

most of the time, you'll be the one initiating physical affection with him. he has other ways of expressing his feelings for you, but if it's a love language of yours he learns to not mind it too much when it's appropriate

boundaries! super important in any relationship, and he sets them up with you really quickly. always respectful of you, and will back off if you tell him you're not feeling something

as strange as it feels to admit it, he feels himself warming up. becoming a better person. that doesn't mean he changes his attitude, though

it just means that.. he is more willing to help people struggling, even if you aren't around. if he walks away, he'll picture your smiling face in his mind and turn around

he has a guilty conscience okay

teases you whenever he sees an opportunity to. if you're staring at him? he's teasing you. it happens more frequently than you'd probably like to admit but you looove how he sounds whenever he teases you

his voice is just... so soothing. even when he's using it to embarrass you somehow

teaming up in games because you're the only person he trusts with his entire being

if you ever say you love him.... he's lucky he can hide his emotions on his face because WOO he's a bit flustered

he doesn't say it back right away, but it doesn't mean he doesn't feel the same way. when he does say it, it's a very special moment, probably after a game where you both almost died

he expresses his love in other ways, mostly. quality time is his biggest love language. it's easy, and meaningful at the same time :")

reading books in silence <3

overall, he's a good boyfriend. he knows what you need when you need it and he's willing to learn from you, which is more than what some people are okay with

he admits when he's wrong. he's okay with making mistakes, and you never judge him for it

he's different. but you like it. and you like him, obviously

he lucky. he knows that, and he repeats it to himself over and over in his mind sometimes just to ground himself

he wakes up in the morning and has you? someone as kind as you? loving him? it baffles him, but he doesn't complain

he really does love you. he has trouble saying the words, but he will say it verbally when he feels the need to

he's nice to only you, normally

you make him feel good. he won't ever throw it away, and he makes that promise to himself

if he ever looses you, he's really messed up. you're so GOOD and he can't ever let you slip through his fingers

#my blog too #all aib work will be posted here #moving forward anyway LOL

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saebyeoked · 1 year

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my old alice in borderland stuff is getting attention and i'm getting requests for it.. but i won't be answering them on here. this blog has been inactive for months and i've since moved over to @grievedeeply where i would like to continue my aib writing. pls send your requests there instead of here. thanks

#aib x reader #alice in borderland x reader

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saebyeoked · 1 year

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do you have any headcanons for someone braiding heimdall's hair? i know he can't do that all himself without it looking like a mess lol

absolutely i do. i actually decided to make this into a headcanons post instead of just a reply because i love this idea so much LOL so enjoy!

gn!reader | no tws

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braiding heimdall's hair headcanons

heimdall will not ask for help. he refuses to. when he tries to do his hair by himself it ends up looking horrible solely because he can't see the back of his head even with his foresight (unfortunately)

you take notice of this and start doing it for him

he'll act like he hates it, but you can tell when you see his face in the mirror in front of you that he actually loves it whenever you braid his hair

his eyes will be closed, muscles so relaxed it looks like he could be asleep. sometimes he'll catch himself smiling at the feeling of your hands in his hair

he feels loved. he isn't used to it, so he doesn't know how to reply to it

you actually love braiding his hair. it provides you with something to do, and someone to keep you company while you do it. even if heimdall wasn't the ideal company for most people

he finds himself coming to enjoy it. it looks much better when you do it, and it lets him have time to relax. he feels safe when you're braiding his hair

he still won't ask you to do it. you'll just know when he needs it fixed and start doing it without saying a word. he likes it that way so he doesn't have to admit that he likes it

through the time spent styling his hair, the two of you find yourself growing closer. he likes it. almost :")

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the less time, the better. pt 2.

pairing: heimdall × gn!reader

summary: ever since you had beaten him, the aesir god of foresight seems to be acting strange. you almost want to get to the bottom of it.

notes: this is a part two of this work, so i recommend reading that before this one! hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for all of the support on this so far!! contains a slightly out of character heimdall, only because he's still in shock on how reader beat him :") let me know if you want a part three!

you'd been staying in modi's old room. you remembered the day he died as clear as day in your mind. atreus— having just found out about his godhood— killing him, though he had already surrendered. he was weak. not worth killing, you heard your father's voice clearly in your mind as your gaze met the shield he once brandished sitting in the corner of his.. your, room.

you thought of your brother and father in moments like these, as you walked down the steps into odin's library. it was buried deep underneath his study, covered from wall to wall in books. atreus would love get his hands on all of them, and you resisted the urge to swipe a few. you needed him to trust you. stealing something, even something as meager as a book, wouldn't be a good look.

in the distance, you saw the familiar green glow of the crack. that's what you'd been calling it. you had no idea what it was, but odin insists he hears something reaching out to him from the other side of it. he believes the mask, the one attached to your hip as you continued into the library, contained a way for him to harness whatever it could be.

he was in a desperate search for answers. you knew it would be easy to manipulate someone in a state like that, but you also knew that this was odin you were dealing with, and it would never be that simple.

your feet hit the rock underneath you, and you made your way over to his desk. odin stood behind it, head turning up and eyes brightening as he saw you approach. "ah," he greeted you, maneuvering himself in front of you with open arms, "come, come." he set his hand on your shoulder, and you reminded yourself not to shrug it off as you did at the cabin on midgard.

that day felt so long ago. you pictured thor, how he dragged your father through the roof and into the sky with ease. you had to work with him previously, when you searched for the other mask piece. he didn't trust you, and he hurled insults at you often, but other than that, he wasn't the worst company, surprisingly. thor felt lonely. you knew his relationship with his family was.. rocky, even at it's best. you couldn't help but to feel a bit responsible for that, given the deaths of his sons.

you remembered magni and modi. you thought of them every day. though you hadn't been the one to strike the killing blow on either of them, all you did was stand by and watch. magni's death happened because of self defense.. but modi's? you pursed your lips. his was needless. unnecessary.

"how did you sleep?" odin's voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you tried not to shrug your shoulders. the truth was, you had missed your family. you missed your father, your brother— especially. you wondered what he was doing, now. did they miss you, too? "good," you said with a small smile. it was a lie, of course. sleeping in asgard was never something you'd get used to.

"good, good. i'm glad to hear it," he lifted his hand from your shoulder, his gaze turning towards the mask you held in your hands. "have you deciphered it?" he asked, leaning in as though he were interested in your words. you knew he didn't care about you. he only cared about where you could get him. you nodded. "sounds like.. helheim, maybe? or niflheim. can't exactly figure out if this says 'cry of cold breath' or 'cry of first breath.'" you told him, staring down at the mask that rested in your hands. it was almost embarrassing, how much time you'd spent on figuring out what it said. atreus would be much better for this than you, but you would hate him being here.

"then we try both." odin only shrugged his shoulders, "we have plenty of time. you'll figure it out when you're there, won't you?" a thin lipped smile appeared on his face, holding his hands together in front of him. "to helheim, yes?" you hummed a yes in response, letting out a sigh. you hated helheim.

"oh, and.. heimdall will be joining you." his voice cut through the silence of the room like it were butter, and you closed your eyes. "what a privilege." heimdall's voice rang out from behind you, and you felt his hands on your shoulders. you didn't shrug them off, knowing that if you did it would look poorly for you. they sat there for longer than you'd anticipated, and by the time they left odin's ravens were surrounding the two of you, sending you off to helheim.

odin crossed his arms over his chest, "oh, and you don't want to walk into the blistering cold of helheim without this. efri-lá. should keep you nice and toasty. you're welcome." with a flick of his wrist, he was gone, and all you could see were feathers. you felt heimdall's presence next to you, but you decided to pay him no mind. it would only feed into his already ginormous ego.

the birds disappeared, and you found yourself in helheim. the cold didn't bother you, and you were grateful for it. you remembered the last time you were in helheim with your father. it was horrible. not even because of the hel-walkers, but because of the freezing temperatures. you remembered mimir telling you that even odin couldn't survive the could. well.. he couldn't be right about everything.

"come on, already. stop standing around, will you?" heimdall's annoyed voice echoed around you. he stood in front of you, eyebrows narrowed. he was taller than you, but it was to expected from a god like he was. "right," you pursed your lips, pulling the mask off of your belt. you held it up in front of you, smiling when it finally lit up in a familiar green to let you know the correct direction.

you could only hope this was the right place. you didn't want to imagine heimdall's reaction to having his time wasted, and you didn't want to spend another minute with him even if you had to. the less time you spent around him, the better, you reminded yourself. he was insufferable, cocky, arrogant— everything your mother raised you not to be. you cleared your throat, "this way." you nodded your head in the direction the mask led you to.

it was awkward. you wouldn't deny that. the air was filled with more silence than there was with thor in muspelheim, and that was uncomfortable enough. you wondered why he was suddenly so quiet. he was talkative the last time you had seen him. then.. you remembered.

seeing him falling to the ground, the front of his shirt torn open by your sword. you could only assume that was the first time anyone has touched him in battle before. you couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought. was he so dependent on his abilities that he didn't know what to do without them?

"what are you laughing at?" he asked you, glancing over his shoulder to look at you coldly. "just thinking." you said in response, eyebrows raised. you could see him roll his eyes, and you did the same. he was entitled. a brat. you were glad you put him in his place then, and you would happily do the same now if it came to it. "do less of it," he continued, "focus on the mask." his voice came out softer than normal, and you could almost hear his shaky breath as he looked at the path in front of him.

you only nodded, lips pressed into a thin line. was he really that embarrassed by you beating him? he shouldn't be. he was still a formidable opponent, you were sure of that. he was just overconfident. unable to even fathom the possibility that someone could be immune to his foresight. he would have to accept it if he were to move forward. you said nothing else to him, pulling the mask out in front of you again.

"this way," you spoke up after a few minutes, climbing up onto a higher portion of the ground in the direction the mask was leading you to. heimdall still remained silent. it was unlike him, and you hardly even knew him.

you paused, turning around to face him. "alright, what's wrong with you?" you questioned, arms crossed over your chest as you looked into his eyes. he stopped in front of you with furrowed brows, shaking his head. "move." he said to you, jaw clenched. "nope. not until you tell me what's going on." you replied, shaking your head. your eyes didn't leave his, though his gaze wavered. he did look.. embarrassed.

"i said.. move." heimdall stated, hands moving to your shoulders to push you out of his way. he moved in front of you, continuing forwards. he didn't know where the mask was. he couldn't find it without you leading him towards it. "oh my gods, stop. stop being so.. so.. petty." you told him, taking a few quick steps to catch up to him. "it's fine that i beat you. grow up. get over it. stop sulking." you continued, blocking his path again. you didn't look away from him, though he continued to avoid your eyes.

"petty? really?" heimdall replied. "yeah. petty." you retorted, "i'm right. we have bigger things to focus on. besides, we're allies, right?" you asked him, an eyebrow raised. "unless me being a giant is too much for you." you added after a brief pause, and his head turned to look at you. "allies," he let out a dry, breathless laugh, "right." he muttered sarcastically.

you rolled your eyes, "you're mad that you got bested by a giant, aren't you?" you questioned, a proud smile forming on your lips. you'd be lying if beating heimdall wasn't something you weren't happy about, even if it meant nothing in the long run. you'd heard plenty of stories about the people who tried to lay a hand on him from mimir, and knowing that you were the first— and that you were a giant? it felt good. really good.

"the mask." he changed the subject, and all you could do was laugh. you turned your attention back to it, glancing around at your surroundings for the correct way to go.

heimdall only watched you as you did so. he knew this was out of character for him, but how else was he supposed to react to you? the last time he had seen you, you had beaten him with ease. he wasn't used to that. no one else ever had. he looked at you and it made his chest tighten. what was that feeling? he couldn't tell. it couldn't be anything more than embarrassment, right?

he thought of your father. he had yet to see the man himself, but he knew he was a danger. by association, you were too. though.. a part of him felt like you weren't. not to him, anyway. he knew better, though. he wouldn't let that thought process continue. he couldn't.

why were you so.. so frustrating? you would do anything to manipulate your way into getting exactly what you wanted— he knew that. he couldn't be wrong. he wouldn't be. how were you able to bother him so easily?

why was his heart beating so fast?

"we're close." your voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he nearly sighed in relief. the less time he spent around you, the better. "finally." he replied, his tone finally moving into something that sounded like normal.

he might've been faking it. you didn't care. as long as he focused on getting the mask back.. the less time you spent around him, the better.

you turned the corner, only to be met with what looked like a huge wolf. atreus would love this. "it isn't here." heimdall told you, and you glanced over at him. "why's that?" you asked, returning your eyes to the animal.

"because.." he let out an annoyed breath," that's garm. idiot." he murmured under his breath, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. you clenched your jaw, turning on your heel to look at him. "how was i supposed to know that?" you asked, tone filled with exasperation. "everyone knows that, sweetheart." he chuckled, "come now. don't want to wake the thing, do we?"

sweetheart? who did he think he was? you closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. you wanted to punch him, but you knew if you did it would only make you look poorly in front of odin. plus, he would never let it go.

"what's wrong with you?" you inquired, retracing your steps. you wanted to at least check if the mask piece was with the wolf, but arguing with him would get you nowhere, and make your trip more awkward than it needed to be.

"me?" he chuckled, shaking his head as he walked, a smirk on his features. "seriously?" he licked his lips, turning to face you, walking backwards. "you're the one who showed up here. with immunity to my abilities. what's wrong with you?" he replied, eyebrows furrowed, but the rest of his features formed a pout.

"oh, i don't know. maybe i'm just special." you shrugged your shoulders. "you have to get used to it. not my fault your stuff doesn't work on me." you said in response, your eyes meeting his.

why were they.. beautiful? you shook the thought out of your mind. thinking of him in that way.. it didn't make sense to you. all he had done was be a nuisance. a cocky, annoying one. his personality made his attractive looks diminish in your eyes. you looked at his features. he was quite pretty. it would be nicer if he was actually good company.

"you're strange. that's what you are." heimdall said. he was being honest. he did think of you as strange, but there was something more to you. something he wanted to unpack for himself.

the less time he spent around you, the better, he reminded himself. as curious as he was about you, he couldn't let it get in the way of his real responsibilities. protecting asgard was what mattered. you were a giant. nothing more.

"you can just admit you're embarrassed."

"i'm not embarrassed."

"sure you are. i saw how you walked off after i knocked you off your high horse." you told him nonchalantly. "my high horse? oh, please. you came into asgard as if you knew better than everyone else."

"as if you don't do that already. at least i don't think of myself the way you do. at least i'm not horribly annoying, ridiculous cocky.. but somehow self conscious." you put on a fake pout.

"i am far from self conscious." heimdall told you. "right." you replied, "keep thinking that way. that'll really get you places."

he rolled his eyes, and odin's ravens enveloped you once again.

your return to asgard had gone relatively smoothly. odin wasn't too disappointed with the fact that you had returned without the mask piece, but he was pleased with how the two of you had handled the situation with quick thinking. he referred to garm, of course. a part of you felt bad for it. sitting there in the cold. it was no life, but there was nothing you could do about it.

modi's room remained the same. it was uncomfortable sleeping there, but you didn't have much of a choice. you frequently ran into thrúd, thor's daughter. at first, she had threatened you— but she had dropped her blade and shook your hand, introducing herself as if nothing had happened. she looked to be about atreus' age, if not a little older. you thought of them being friends, but it seemed impossible given the circumstances.

as for heimdall, you had seen him in passing a few times, but you made no effort to talk to him. you didn't see a point. the less you talked to him, the better. though, you loved seeing his ego crumble whenever you were around him.

you pushed open the door to your room, adjusting your sword hilt as you walked up the stairs and into the mess hall. you would never get used to being surrounded by einherjar. you had fought them a countless number of times at this point. it was strange without them attacking you on sight. you pushed your way through them and out into the courtyard, making quick strides to the training grounds.

odin made it clear to you that all of asgard was welcome to you. all of it's resources, too. you'd take advantage of that. the einherjar would be there, but you knew of a spot that none of them seemed to use. you could only help but to wonder why that was.

you sat down your bag, a sigh escaping from your lips as you unsheathed your sword. there were plenty of things to hit, plenty of einherjar around the grounds to train with, but you decided to stay on your own. you needed to think. think about your family, your friends back at sindri's place, what the mask meant.. and why heimdall was acting so strange.

you swung your sword in front of you, twirling your weapon in your hand as you finished the move. what was his deal? you knew that you were part jötnar, and that the aesir hated the giants— whatever. everyone knew that. whatever his problem was.. it was more than that. every time he looked at you.. you couldn't tell, but something was off.

"well, well." a voice came from behind you. speak of the devil.. and he shall appear. you turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. "what now?" you asked without a moment's hesitation. "you have a problem with this, too?" you tilted your head, a gentle look in your eyes as you stared at him.

if you didn't know any better, you could've swore you saw his pale cheeks brighten up at your look.

heimdall cleared his throat, "you're in my area." you rolled your eyes. he always would find something to complain about. "you weren't here, so. looks like it's mine, now." you shrugged your shoulders, a nonchalant smirk on your lips as you gripped your sword.

his eyes flickered between your gaze and the weapon in your hand, and his jaw clenched. "hey, there's plenty of room. don't start being petty again." you chuckled, nodding your head to the space next to you. it mirrored the equipment that surrounded you. it shouldn't be a big deal to him. "fine." he spat, taking out his own sword. you wondered how long it had been since he actually had to use it.

you both fell silent, and you resumed training with your sword. unlike him, you actually needed to be good at wielding a weapon. you looked over at him. his eyebrows were furrowed, his hands tightened around the hilt of the sword he brandished.

"how did you do it?" heimdall asked you, his voice coming out gentler and more genuine than it ever had before. "do what?" you inquired back, deciding to play dumb to see if he would admit to you beating him.

"touch me." he replied, a defeated tone to his voice. you almost pitied him. you let out a sigh, "i don't know. just did." you told him after a brief pause, turning to face him. this was what has been bothering him so badly. you knew that much, but it was nice to hear him admit it.

you bit at the inside of your cheek, "come on, then. cheer up." you said, gesturing to him with your sword. "we'll train. it's what we're here for, right?"

he furrowed his eyebrows. what were you doing? were you trying to be friendly with him? he nodded. "fine." heimdall muttered under his breath, and you managed a smile. you turned, pulling out a few wooden swords from a barrel that sat behind you. you faced him, a playful look in your eyes.

he moved in front of you, and you took in a breath. this was almost exactly like the first time you had fought, but this.. this was different, somehow.

you dug your heel into the ground beneath you, not taking your eyes off of your opponent. he made the first swing, and you moved to your left to escape it. you took a quick step forwards, trying to catch him off guard with a quick jab— only for him to maneuver out of your way. "see?" you chuckled, "focus." you told him.

"shut up." he replied, a frustrated groan escaping his lips as he swung at you again. you ducked underneath his sword, swiping his legs out from underneath him with your own. he extended his free hand and brought you down on top of him, your sword flying out of your hand and across the dirt.

your hands rested on either side of his head, and— out of breath— you laughed. "guess we both need work, then." you admitted, your face flushed from the activity.

heimdall only stared at you, his mouth falling open as he looked up at you.

you.. you were unlike anyone else. you were gorgeous. he could admit that to himself. you were a giant, he found himself thinking over and over again. what was wrong with him? picturing you in that way.. it was something he wanted to go away. why wouldn't it? why were you so.. insufferable? his arms laid at his sides, and he could almost feel you sitting on top of his waist. he swallowed. what was he thinking?

"get off of me." he tried to collect himself, his hands moving to your shoulders to push you off. "calm down." you continued laughing, rolling your eyes at how seriously he seemed to take this.

without sparing another glance at you, heimdall turned on his heel, brushed off his clothes and walked away from you.

wherever he was going didn't matter to you. you shrugged your shoulders, picking up the sword you'd lost when you fell on him. you watched his back as he left.

this was familiar.

you laughed.

and he heard it.

he hated it. right?

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saebyeoked · 1 year

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GOD OF WAR MASTERLIST

hello and welcome to my masterlist of all of my works for santa monica's god of war series! requests are open and feel free to send me a message at any time!

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last updated: 11/18/22

kratos

oneshots:

the rite of passage — it is a rite of passage in your family to learn to hunt. your father intends on teaching you.

headcanons:

atreus

thor

headcanons:

his s/o is short

he and an old friend having feelings for each other

týr

heimdall

oneshots:

why was his heart beating so fast? — as the child of the greek god of war, kratos, you've fought your fair share of enemies. you've prepared yourself for anything, including an obnoxious aesir god who thinks he knows better.

headcanons:

dating heimdall

meeting his s/o who isn't affected by his powers

freyr

headcanons:

dating freyr

he has feelings for someone kratos sees as his child

multiple characters

relationship headcanons with thor, modi and baldur

kratos and thor with an s/o that hates their appearance

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saebyeoked · 1 year

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could you write something for freyr.... anything at all..... i love him so much

freyr is probably my favorite new addition into god of war through the new game so as soon as i saw this i got all giggly immediately. thank you for this anon you're so real

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dating freyr headcanons

freyr is a romantic. he loves thinking about a future where he's so in love, his partner is the only thing he can think about. he pictures a love so deep and beautiful, and he yearns for it

that being said— he isn't desperate for it. he's a bit of a flirt, but it's all out of playfulness even if he does find someone attractive. he wants to be sure of his feelings before making moves on anyone seriously

his heart is so big and capable of so much love for his partner it's blinding. he's one of the sweetest people ever. friendly, kind— selfless. it's a miracle he wasn't already with someone

you're a mortal from midgard who traveled to vanaheim to escape fimbulwinter soon after baldur's death— and freyr's group welcomes you with open arms. you're talented with a few different weapons and you have a bright and skilled mind. you're a good addition

you become a close friend to him and he comes to rely on you. he tells you everything. he speaks his mind openly with you— telling you about how afraid he really is of everything going on

you don't pay any mind to his flirting. you never have. it's all harmless fun, and you think of it that way, replying in laughter and rolling your eyes each time he mentions how your eyes shimmer like stars or how your laugh sounds like a song in his ears

unbeknownst to you, his at first only playful flirting blossomed into real feelings. he felt his heart burst in his chest whenever he saw you— but he wondered if you would ever take his flirting seriously

freyr fell for you first. he couldn't help it. he saw how you looked at him when he was hurt. your eyes filled with compassion and care for him. how you tenderly took care of his wounds, patting his leg reassuringly as you turned to grab whatever else you needed

he didn't feel the pain as he looked at you. all he felt was a warmth in his chest and a pounding in his heart

having real feelings for someone was something that scared him a bit. he was fine with flirting— but the thought of it being more than that was worrying for some reason

he liked you, though. he pushed through that anxiety even though he knew you didn't feel the same way. he was okay with hiding how much he liked you if it would mean keeping his friendship with you

it took you longer, but when you fell you fell HARD. he wasn't even doing anything. he was talking to someone— you couldn't remember who— but it didn't matter to you

he smiled, and your face suddenly felt hot as you looked at him. he was so into the conversation, his eyes glued on who he was talking to. he was so genuine. you always liked that about him

though, you tried to ignore the feelings you had for him for awhile. he was a god. he wouldn't feel that way about you, right? you were a mortal. you didn't even feel worthy of his attention in that way in the first place

it felt almost embarrassing to like him as much as you did knowing it was unlikely to go anywhere. you tried to hide it from him, and you did it surprisingly well despite how obvious you were to literally everyone else

freyr is actually the one to confess first. he ends up telling you when you're injured really badly, and out of worry he'll never be able to tell you he just blurts it out

you could barely hear him, going in and out of consciousness, but your heart picks up in your chest just at the sound of his voice

he confirms his feelings again when you're completely conscious, feeling badly for keeping it from you when he attempted to tell you before

you barely react, your eyebrows raising being the only sign you even heard him in the first place. his heart drops and he sighs with a thin lipped smile on his face

after a few moments, you whisper, "i like you too." and the rest is history honestly

he asks you to be his partner officially a few days after he confesses to you. it's all very sappy. he takes you to his favorite place in vanaheim, a wide smile on his lips the entire way there

he goes the long way on purpose just to spend time with you. he talks about anything and everything just to hear your voice

he doesn't make the actual asking of the question too fancy, but he did want the perfect location and scenery for it. it's perfect

finally! onto actual relationship stuff

freyr is a very soft boyfriend. he's the human embodiment of sunshine and will go out of his way to make you happy no matter what it means. if it's possible, he'll do it for you

he's really big on physical touch. he loves feeling your hands all over him. it makes him feel really special— knowing that he's the only one that gets to hold you in his arms

if you ever show extra attention to his scars expect him to melt into you even faster. he's not self conscious about them to an incredible extent, but seeing that you love all of him, including what others may deem imperfections, makes him weak at the knees

if he leaves without you he WILL find something to bring back for you. it might just be a pretty looking rock, others it'll be something fancier he found while he was out. he says "it reminded me of you" every time with the cutest smile <3

he finds a lot of different ways to express his love for you, verbally, physically, gift giving— it's something he really enjoys. he wants you to know how much he appreciates you

it still hasn't really set in to you that you're dating a god. you look at freyr and you wonder why he chose a mortal out of everyone else there is. you'll die one day, and he'll continue living without you

you're content with that, though. spending the rest of your mortal life with the man you love. he doesn't feel that way, though. he avoids thinking about your death. you're young— you have plenty of time left

he knows that you being young for mortals doesn't mean anything, though. he knows that accidents happen. other gods happen. the world is dangerous, and he does everything he can to see protect you from it

he cherishes his time with you. he knows that nothing lasts forever and he's grateful that he has you, even if it'll end some day. again, he tries not to think about a life without you

moving onto happier things

freyr is very protective of you. an example of this is when kratos comes along, he's standing in front of you to shield you from him if things were to go wrong <3

it comes as a surprise when you step out from behind him with a smile to greet him and mimir. they were the ones who helped you leave midgard, and you remembered them from all those years ago

he's obviously very confused, but that confusion doubles when he hears his sister's voice. she was captured or dead. was he hallucinating?

after finding out freya is really alive, he gets very emotional. he talks to you about how he feels. how he regrets not showing her more support. how he treated her before she left. how he didn't look for her. it eats him up

he has a chance to make amends, you remind him. all he does in response is smile, wrap an arm around you and say, "you're right, sunshine."

speaking of nicknames, he has a lot for you. sunshine, sweetheart, angel, darling— anything becomes a nickname for you if he thinks it suits you

he doesn't have a favorite, but he uses them to tease you. he has that smug look on his face calling you baby every time without fail. he knows how it makes your heart race

he knows he's attractive. people tell him that plenty. though, if you ever call him 'pretty boy' or anything of the sort, he WILL start blushing

he gets so giddy hearing you compliment his looks. it means so much more from you than anyone else

he's a good kisser. if he's your first kiss, he's so gentle and reassuring with you. not that he wouldn't be if it wasn't, but he wants to make your first special and meaningful

definitely the type of guy to caress your face and jaw while kissing you. he smiles against your lips every time without fail. he feels so lucky :")

he knows where to put his hands to make you feel the safest. his hands on your hips or in your hair, caressing against your skin <3

freya loves you. she knows her brother is a romantic and seeing that he finally got a meaningful relationship with you means a lot to her. she has no doubts that you're the one for him

naturally, the two of you become close and she tells you all about him in their childhood— much to freyr's dismay

he got lucky. he knows he did. you're everything he's ever wanted in a partner, and realizing he has you for as long as you'll have him makes his chest tight

he loves how you make him feel. the way you look at him is like no one else. he doesn't know how he managed to win you over, but he's so glad he did

even though he's a playful person, he knows when to be serious. he's great at comforting you whenever you're feeling down

he's good at reading you, somehow. he just knows whenever you're upset or sad. he can see it in your behavior and on your face

you're his first priority, and he's a big worrier when it comes to you and your safety. kratos is running, carrying him on his back and all he's asking about is you

reuniting with him after being apart comes straight out of a disney movie. he picks you up, twirls you around and presses kisses all over your skin with a bright smile. doesn't matter if you're taller than him. he'll pick you up

he takes care of you if you're sick or injured. he'll do a bit of doting on you, fetching everything you ask for and even some things you didn't mention at all. it's very sweet of him to do, but you'll be surrounded by stuff he brought you before too long

freyr is a very sweet boyfriend. he's had experience, but you're the only one of his partners who he can see an actual future with

he does want to have one with you— if it's something you're open to

the thought of getting married makes him really giddy, giggly almost. he thinks about it more than he'd like to admit, but he wants his dream to come true one day

if you say i love you before he does, his brain will short circuit and it'll take him a moment to respond. he loves you, he really does. it means a lot to him to hear you say it <3

overall, he's a doting, protective and loving boyfriend who wants nothing more than to keep you safe, happy and healthy

he loves you a WHOLE lot. he's the sweetest :")

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Headcanons for dating Max AND Laura. As in together. Pleaseeeee

ahhhh yes a polyamorous request! i was hoping i would get one of these eventually so thank you for this anon. might be kinda short though! you can imagine laura and max also being together in this, or not. it's not important so it's up to your brain to decide!

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tws: max turns into a werewolf as he does in the game, violence (descriptions of max being bitten), mentions of ptsd, depression, etc. some angst. most of this is happy though and nothing is very descriptive

dating laura kearny and max brinly (the quarry)

being in a relationship with both of them feels exactly like a fever dream. it's too good to be true (in your eyes). they're both so incredible in their own ways

you have very special, unique bonds with both of them. you cherish them both so much in different ways, but the two of them mean more to you than you can express in words

max was the one who showed interest in you first. he's a bit clumsy and trips over his own feet (both metaphorically and literally), sometimes, but he won you over with his smile and his kindness

laura was more reserved in keeping her feelings to herself. she wasn't ready to handle rejection from you, so she decided to admire you from afar. if you expressed any type of interest in her, she would go for it

you love laura for her confidence and her heart. she's always in tune with you and your emotions, even when she isn't around

you'll wake up to texts saying "are you okay?" and "how are you doing?" on some days. she just knows how you feel, no matter what

while laura might be the one who notices first, max is usually the one by your side the quickest. he's got his arm wrapped around your shoulder, asking you if you want to talk to him about anything

he's really good at listening. he knows just how to comfort you simply by being with you, and you're beyond grateful for it

the two of them know it's not a competition to win you over, that you love both of them and that they have nothing to be jealous of, but it does happen sometimes

it's a healthy relationship between all three of you, but they do play around a lot. laura teases him for being all sappy with you and staring at you like a puppy, and max rebukes it by saying how she's always hovering around you wanting your attention

it's funny to watch, but you usually butt in and remind them that there's enough of you to go around

max goes red when you say that, of course. he gets flustered really easily. you think it's adorable and if you tell him that, he gets even more embarrassed

we'll get the angsty bits out of the way relatively quickly so we can move on to happy things <3

when max gets bit, you're terrified for him. you thought he was going to die. you saw whatever that thing was on top of him, and it looked as if he were being torn apart

you nearly froze up when it attacked him, having to force your limbs into moving over to him as you and laura pulled him up the steps

tears were welling in your eyes. you were so far away from a hospital and there was no one else there to help you, but you were knocked out before you could dig yourself deeper into that hole

your months with the cop and in the cell were like torture. you were in the cell between the two of them, and there was nothing that you wanted to do more than hug them again

you saw max transform, too. you saw the bloodthirsty look in his eyes, put you could've swore you saw the loving man you'd come to be with staring back at you, too

after he gets cured, it's very emotional for the three of you. you all take awhile to spend time together, because you all know you need a break from the world

you'll get frequent nightmares of max still being a werewolf. he always holds you in his arms, his hands running through your hair or pressing kisses across your head to calm you down

"i'm okay. nothing's gonna happen to me, hun. i promise." he'd reassure you, his voice so gentle it makes you forget about everything

laura struggles with the same things you do, and the three of you all depend on each other even more after everything that happened at the quarry

moving on (we can pretend the happy stuff is in another universe or something)

max is a bigger fan of physical affection than laura is. he just loooves hugging you, cuddling you, holding you, everything. he's a sucker for affection especially when it comes from you

he's always wanting to cuddle up next to you, especially when he gets tired. he has trouble sleeping sometimes but he finds it so easily to sleep with you wrapped up in his arms

laura shows you she loves you in other ways more than she does with physical touch. she won't ever say no to a cuddling session with you, though <3

she buys you gifts a lot, finding things she thinks you'd like or getting you things you mentioned wanting once months ago. she has a great memory

they both love taking you out on dates! they do it in different ways, but they love spending their time with you doing fun things or going out to dinner

max will do a large variety of things when he takes you out. it just depends on what he thinks you'd want to do more. he takes you on a picnic in the middle of a beautiful field and others the water park, sometimes a fancy dinner, it all changes

laura's usually asking you what you want to do. she doesn't want to mess anything up, but she will choose where to go sometimes as a surprise date. she picks a few different places and lets you choose. but she'll take you to the others eventually

laura is less shy about pda than max is, wanting to show you off to the world in a very obvious way. she doesn't go all out though, wanting to save the meaningful touches for the comfort of your home, but she does love holding your hand and wrapping her arm around you

max always loves physical affection. he's just worried you won't like it. after he sees you with laura and how comfortable you look with her, he becomes less awkward about taking your hand in public

they're both big on telling you how much they love you verbally, too. it's second nature to say "i love you" if they're leaving or at the end of any conversation

this is so random, but i love the idea of dancing with max in the rain

he's totally a sucker for romance movies and if he sees the window of opportunity to kiss you in the rain, he WILL do it. it's on his bucket list and it's always been something he wanted to do

laura just laughs at it, but she'll join you two and get soaked in the process. the three of you standing like idiots in the middle of the road, holding each others hands and dancing like no ones watching

they talk about you a lot. they talk about what you want for your birthday or that cute thing you did earlier. they gush over you when you're not around

if you walk in on them they'll just brush it off, looking really awkward as they try to make it seem like they weren't just sitting on the carpet across from each other with huge smiles on their faces

laura is more assertive than max is, and as a result, she'll be more verbally protective of you than he is. while her attention would be on whoever hurt you somehow, he'd be with you, keeping your eyes on him and talking to you about anything

they care about you a lot and would go to lengths to keep you safe. they can't really imagine their lives without you anymore

you're like a light to them. you make them both so happy and always manage to make them laugh even when you're feeling down

max's humor always puts a smile on your face. he tells a lot of dumb jokes to make you laugh if you're upset

laura's okay with just sitting in silence with you until you're ready to talk, or just as a way of comforting you

as mentioned before, you have unique relationships with both of them, but you love them equally. you love how they care so much about you

you love max's kindness and his dumb sense of humor, his smile and his ability to always look at the bright side

you love laura's determination and her laugh, her sincerity and how she's always able to make you happy no matter how sad you'd been before

you love both of their personalities so much. they're different but they're so similar in some ways. they both continue to make you happy even if you'd been sad for days before

they're both really supportive of you in everything you do, always chee

this is getting pretty long so to wrap things up

max and laura hold soooo much love for you it's obvious to anyone

they'll tell you all the time about how much they love you but you never get tired of it <3

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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Could do Laura and Max but their reactions to their partner being the one who’s bit! Or a witchy one. I’m a witch myself sooo.

Orrrrr platonic Travis H. x daughter! Reader?

Dylan having a little sister (reader)

I could give you so many ideas! Tell me a character I’ll give you an idea!

i'll do some headcanons for the first bit because it's too good for me to pass up, but my requests are still closed as of rn. i'll open them up again eventually but for now they are closed! i'd be happy to do the other things at a later time! this ended up way longer than i thought it would be. whoops.

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tws: violence, blood, injuries, has a happy ending though

being laura and max's s/o and getting infected

you had felt everything. your body burned and you felt a searing pain move through your chest and into every part of you afterwards

you heard the worried screams of laura and max as they watched, helpless as the thing on top of you bit and scratched at your skin. you were too weak to fight back, too scared to move

it felt like hours before it stopped and ran off in the opposite direction in the storm shelter, your eyes were half lidded and you could practically feel the blood gushing out of your open wounds

"oh, my god." laura's voice rang out in your ears and you mustered up the strength to look up at her and then over at max. their eyes were wide and faces pale in terror

"help.. please." you muttered, lifting your hand up to your shoulder to try to apply pressure to your injury. you were losing your strength quickly and you knew there was nothing you could do for yourself in this situation

you were falling in and out of consciousness as laura kneeled in front of you, trying to make sure you stayed awake as max lifted you up by your shoulders, trying his best not to hurt you

they weren't going to leave you behind. the thought of losing you terrified them to no extent. laura's hands held your cheeks, tears filling her eyes as she looked down at you

you felt your back against the steps, your feet on the ground, and as soon as you reached the top, almost home free, you felt it again

it tugged at your foot, pulling you right out of max's grasp and back down into the depths of the storm shelter. it bared it's teeth at you, and you were in too much shock to care about anything other than laura and max

you shut your eyes, wanting it to end

but that bliss never came, and instead you heard the sound of gunshots coming from the too of the stairs. you heard the whimpering of whatever it was, and the grunts of a man as he walked down the steps

whoever he was, you didn't have enough strength to try to stay awake for what was going to happen. you couldn't, no matter how much you wanted to. no matter how much you wanted to protect them

when you came to, you were being dragged across the ground. you could feel hands wrapped around your ankles, pulling you behind him as he was walking

you forced yourself to turn your head. this was a police station. you could barely make out the sleeping forms of max and laura in the cells already, and you breathed a sigh of relief

knowing that they were both okay meant more than anything else to you

the man dragged you into the cell, and he stared down at you for a moment. you saw him shake his head, his arms crossed over his chest. then, he turned on his heel and left you there, locking the door behind him

after a few minutes, you felt the same heat again, your body becoming suddenly tense. you stared up at the ceiling. what did that thing do to you? was it rabies?

you blanked out after that, any coherent thoughts that were once in your mind leaving as quickly as they arrived

in the morning, you woke up naked. the walls were covered in blood and you couldn't help but cringe. what happened last night? why were you naked?

"y/n!" max called from the cell next to you. he sounded worried, and you could hear his hands gripping at the bars. "max— max, i'm okay."

"oh, thank god, honey." he muttered to himself. you wanted to force the cell door open to pull him into your arms, but you knew you couldn't

"you're.. okay?" laura asked, her tone revealing her confusion. you nodded, even though you knew she couldn't see it. "yeah, i'm... fine..." you trailed off

how were you fine? you remembered last night. being attacked by that.. thing, in the storm shelter. max and laura, pulling you up the stairs in a desperate attempt to save your life, and the sound of gunshots echoing throughout the space

"how.. you.. you got attacked. pretty badly."

"yeah, i remember."

the three of you fell silent, leaving nothing hanging in the air but contemplation. what were you?

after the next few weeks, you started piecing everything together. the thing in the storm shelter, the cop in the woods who was now holding you hostage. not everything fit perfectly, though. you hated that, but you knew it couldn't be that simple

your days were mostly filled with conversations. usually ones talking about an escape or what happened and what it was that attacked you

you finally put it together. you were a werewolf. the full moon was out that night, and whatever that thing was was definitely not an animal you'd seen before

the night of the full moon came quicker than anticipated, and the cop locked laura up in front of your cell. you held your hands to your head, growls escaping from your lips

you could feel her gaze on you. so.. condescending. you shook your head. why were you thinking like that?

"y/n.. i'm here. we're here." she muttered, and you got down onto your hands and knees. "hurts." you replied. that was all you remembered from that night

you cut out laura's eye. you felt so guilty even though she reassured you that wasn't you who did it, not really. you wondered how scared she was of you.

would she— would they— ever really love you completely again?

you knew the you wouldn't be getting out unless you actually had a plan, and the three of you talked it out. you were going to try to befriend the cop first, and if that didn't work, laura was going to try to take his gun and lock him in her cell

you knew the idea wasn't foolproof, but it was better than nothing

you would do anything to hug them again. you loved them more than the entire world. hearing their voices wasn't enough anymore and you never saw their faces unless the cop took you out for an interrogation

even though you weren't sure it was a good idea anymore. what would you do the next full moon? attack them, too? like laura's eye, but worse? you shook the thought out of your head. you wouldn't. you couldn't

the first plan failed and he saw right through you, but the second one went well

laura unlocked your cell and her arms immediately wrapped around your torso, her face buried into your shoulder. "i love you so much." she whispered to you, and you couldn't help but smile

max smiled as soon as he saw you and you were sure your heart melted. when his door was open he immediately stepped out into the hallway, his arms around your shoulders and his lips on your forehead. "missed you so much, sweetie." he spoke into your ear, holding you tight

you were happy, until you remembered the curse. laura figured out whatever the poem was that the cop had her recite. kill the one before, and you'd be cured. chris hackett. you had to kill chris hackett

you were still processing everything when you got into the car. laura drove, and max sat in the backseat with you. he didn't want you alone. his hand sat on top of yours the entire time and laura's eyes flickered back and forth between the road and your face in the rear view

you were boated off to the island. when you 'went wolf' (it's what max liked to call it. it made you laugh, so he kept saying it), you would be someplace safe where no one would find you

the days leading up to the full moon were full of laughter and love. almost like the old days. almost.

but every time you looked at laura's eye you couldn't help but feel guilt. you did that to her, and she still loved you? you hurt her. how was she so.. good?

max told his jokes and laura laughed at them. they both showered you in love and affection, making up for the time lost while you were trapped in the station

but the day finally came where the two of them boated to the mainland and you were left on the dock to watch. you were a monster, and you were glad they were away from you for now. you were dangerous

you don't remember scratching laura, but when she came back to a newly cured you with her eye back, you wondered what had happened. she explained everything to you and you apologized profusely

she again told you that it wasn't you. it wasn't your fault for anything that happened to you.

as soon as they saw you again, the real you, dressed in a pink crop top on the dock, they couldn't help but smile

everything would be okay, now. you were all alive and back to normal. no more werewolf, no more infection

they were both emotional when they saw you again, the full moon behind you. it was real. they did it, and you were finally going to be okay again

it was almost like a bonding experience. the two of them going through everything they went through to save you, the one person they cared about the most

they never had to think about why they were doing what they did. they only thought back to you, and the form you were in. they thought back to you and your smile

max kissed you when he saw you, and laura quickly followed suit. neither of them could help it. it was a sweet reunion, and everything from the night felt like a distant nightmare to you

the real nightmare was over, and you were back in your dream with the two people you loved the most.

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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i'm not really active on here anymore but... i do have @walkingus that i actually use <3 so if you're still around feel free to follow me there instead

#remiel rants

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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it's been awhile since i've posted this, but here's my tag list form for anyone interested in adding themselves!

i've added the quarry characters and deleted all of the old responses. please fill it out accordingly <3

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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Hello! Could you make some obi wan pride icons? With like that little circle thing? If not it's totally fine!!

here you go! decided to use some of my favorite pictures of obi-wan for this, but if you want me to make some with a specific picture feel free to message it to me privately :)

happy pride!

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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oh that was in 2021

i'm still around 👍 just not as active as before

#remiel rants

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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heyy everyone! it's been a long time since i've been on here but i would like to redirect you to @walkingus which is my video game writing blog.

i've been more active on there lately, so if you want to keep up with me, that's where you should go! also! i made a wattpad!

feel free to follow me on there. some of my works might be reposted there, we'll see 🤔

thank you all for the continued support! it means a lot to me :) maybe i'll come back to writing for all of these things again, but until then, so long!

#remiel rants

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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uhhhhh hey

#remiel rants

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saebyeoked · 2 years

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could you do relationship hcs with louis? you can choose the background for the reader!

yeaaah absolutely louis is my favorite <3

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tws: reader being unhealthily skinny at the beginning, injuries, a little bit of angst but not really that much

dating louis (twdg) headcanons

you were the first newcomer to ericsons, arriving about 6 months before clem and aj did. you had been wandering around by yourself for a long time, and you were so thin that your bones were poking out of your skin

willy spotted you outside the walls and called for marlon to come look at you, ruby coming along with him to check you for bites and injuries

the entire group felt pity for you. compared to you, they were living the good life. shelter, warm beds, food on most nights. you had nothing

marlon (and everyone else) wanted you to stay. you had such a kind look in your eyes, matched with a warm yet sad smile

louis immediately took a liking to you, and he began spending time with you as a way to get you accustomed to life at ericson's

he made you laugh and he felt his heart swell at the sound. he wondered when the last time you laughed was, but he quickly shook that thought out of his mind and continued talking to you

after a few weeks, louis became your closest friend. the two of you were attached at the hip, wherever you were, he was. he followed you around like a puppy, most of the time

he knew you were fine without him now, but he couldn't help but want to spend more time with you now that you were opening up

you spent a lot of time together, usually in the music room. if he wasn't with you, that was where he was

he loved playing music for you, making up songs as he'd go along as he just watched the soft look in your eyes as you stared at his hands moving across the keys

he fell for you first. pretty much love at first sight. when you first arrived, he wanted you to eat so badly that he gave you the rest of his food when he said he was full. he wasn't full. he was starving, but he wasn't 2 inches away from starving to death like you were

he loved everything about you. he loved your voice, the way you talked to his friends, he even loved the way you killed walkers. he would get distracted sometimes, watching you kill them

he'd definitely look after you. he feels the need to even though he knows you're more than capable. he adores you, your kindness but also how tough you are

you're able to stand your ground against whoever. against mitch, when he gets snippy or aasim when he gets to thinking too much. you get through to everyone, even helping marlon out with leadership when he needs a bit of a break

he loves seeing you and marlon get along, his best friend and.. his crush. it feels weird to develop feelings for someone during an apocalypse, but also, what did he have to lose? you'll all die, eventually

he always tries to get you alone. he wants to spend time with you, and only you, sometimes. there's something about you that makes him forget about everyone and everything

he teaches you how to play piano, starting off with the easiest thing. twinkle twinkle little star, of course.

the two of you share the awkwardly small piano seat, your shoulders so close, and he turns his head to look at you and you look so focused. your lip between your teeth, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at the keys

it's on that same seat that he confesses his feelings to you. he couldn't hold it in anymore. you were difficult to read sometimes so he had no idea how you felt about him, but when your eyes light up and your arms wrap around his neck, his heart explodes in his chest

he kisses you there, one of his hands on your cheek and the other sitting on top of your thigh. it's quick, a bit sloppy, but neither of you care. you're too focused on each other to think about how messy he kisses you

"i've been waiting to do that for a long time." he says after you pull away, and you just roll your eyes, turning your head away from him to hide an embarrassed look on your face

he's pretty handsy. he LOVES pda, but it's fine if you don't. he'll let you sit in his lap if that's something you're comfortable with, but he'll usually have his hand in yours or an arm wrapped around your shoulder so you're pulled into his side

marlon congratulates the both of you, saying that louis' feelings for you were obvious. everyone agrees, and you wonder how you didn't notice

he's a big cuddler. he likes spending the night with you, either in your room or his. no matter where you sleep, he loves having his chest up against your back and his arm around your waist, his face buried in your neck or in your hair

he loves your head against his chest, and you love hearing his heartbeat and feeling his breathing as you fall asleep

he's your anchor. without him, you'd be beyond lost. after all, he was the first person at ericson's who went out of their way to be kind to you. you were attached and you weren't planning on letting him go anytime soon

he always asks marlon for assignments with you and he can never say no to his best friend, so the two of you hardly ever get anything done. you're usually the one telling him you have to stop messing around but he can be a bad influence

everyone really loves the two of you together. you were exactly what he needed. he was always filled with laughter and jokes, but they knew he needed someone like you

he gets jealous easily. he knows he shouldn't be, but seeing others around smiling at you and looking at you like that sets a fire in his heart. it usually happens with mitch, who became a close friend of yours

you don't get as jealous as he does, but when clementine comes around, you'd be a fool to lie and say he didn't look interested in her. she was beautiful, capable. you ignored it, always kind to her anyways

if clementine lets louis get taken away by the delta, you're mad at her. you know it's unreasonable, given that she was only one person and there was no way she could save both him and vi, but he was everything to you

he gets his tongue cut out, but he still greets you with a happy smile and his arms wrap around your waist and twirl you around as soon as he sees you

anyway, let's pretend clem saved louis because i don't want this to get too angsty

if you get hurt, he'll make sure you're well taken care of. he knows ruby cares about you and your wellbeing but he'll always check in on you, bring you food, lay with you and do whatever you ask of him

he just sits there and tells you all about his day if you want to get your mind off of the pain from your injury

he worries and he always asks how you're doing. he wants to know you're doing okay and if you aren't, he'll ask if there's anything he can do for you

you're the same with him, if he gets hurt somehow. you might reprimand him and tell him to be more careful at first but you can't keep up the stern act for very long so you'll just hold him for awhile

the two of you care for each other so much. always protecting each other, looking out for each other

he tells you he loves you all the time. all. the. time. it's the first thing that comes out of his mouth in the morning and the last when going to bed. he wants you to know he cares about you

he loves getting hugs from you. you make him feel so safe and so comforted. so listened to, especially after he told you about why he was sent to ericson's as a child

you can be a bit defensive of him. you know he doesn't get a ton done when he goes out, but sometimes people talk about him so badly as if he can't hear it all. you'll either say something or pull him away, kissing him all over his face to take his mind off of it all

louis tries. he does, but most people don't see it. he was helpful, and you always let him know

he sings to you, plays the piano for you, the whole nine yards. he is head over heels for you and the helpless smile on his face gives it away

he definitely writes songs for you and names them after you or things you love

you just think he's perfect. his eyes shine like stars and his lips are as soft as silk. his smile is as bright as the sun. everything about him is perfect, and you always get flustered thinking about how lucky you are

of course, he thinks you're perfect too. he loves everything about you and won't hesitate to tell you how beautiful/handsome you are whenever he can

you're so sweet together. two dumb kids in love and that's all you could really ask for

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