4kirijo

[4kirijo]

sick of people “alpha”ing blade. he’s the poorest wettest little meow meow. he’s an elderly dog who does that sad dog sigh and looks mournfully out the window. he asks kafka if he can leave after he’s fulfilled his socializing quota. he’s an old autistic man with severe depression. yes he kills people yes he has mara induced bloodlust and mania but also he probably naps on the couch with his arms crossed. he probably never sends anything in the stellaron hunters group chat but he likes to be included anyways. do you understand

[4kirijo]

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[4kirijo]

drabble about u being into lolita fashion , blade loves u despite being so different than him :3 (gender isn't specified, but reader is very feminine)

blade didn't understand your intense fascination for pretty trinkets and having a feminine sense of style. it was unnecessary, if you asked him.

however — he'd never complain about the clothes you wear, especially not when you walked beside him looking as if you had returned from a magazine photoshoot while he attempted to sneak glances.

everything about you — your doll-like makeup, brand name pieces (which were all bought using kafka's card), endless amounts of jewelry, and even your collection of keychain adored purses were a stark contrast to to blade's typical stoic and borderline intimidating appearance.

he'd never assume that such a person would ever be drawn to his icy heart, one that only hurts instead of exuding warmth and overwhelming love.

yet, you'd always be by his side, telling him about your newest dress that had more ruffles and lace than the last. always laughing and looking at him with the most adoring of gazes, constantly overwhelming him with the scent of your whipped cream and peach nectar perfume.

you never failed to treat blade with a kindness that warmed his vengeful core. you, the pretty doll who continued to stay despite it all, were the apple of his eye.

[4kirijo]

.... my lovely lifesaver

♡ ྀི༘͏ bodyguard! blade x affluent progeny! reader :3

this was barely proofread. it's nearly 4 am omg. anyways. i thought of "ridin" by lana del ray nd asap rocky as well as "genesis" by grimes while writing :3

no content warnings, fluff ^_^

odd jobs were not blade's thing.

he preferred things to be simple and less involved. an assassination or a scheme to overthrow a planet's leader were more up his alley.

not taking care of the child belonging to an affluent family.

your concerned relatives had gone through a long list of potential candidates to work as your bodyguard, and somehow stumbled across him. despite his reluctance, blade begrudgingly accepted the offer. the pay was generous, exceedingly so.

he hadn't expected to grow fond of you over the coming months. in fact, he dreaded the idea of his job. being the babysitter for a high maintenance progeny was the last thing he expected, and acting as another parental figure for them was something that blade wasn't cut out for. such things plagued the back of his mind, even if he didn't want to admit it.

however, you weren't like the person in his expectations, keeping him up from the much needed sleep he required.

you were much benign than what he believed, shockingly so. from the outside, you were nothing more than a privileged heir, blessed to be born with a silver spoon in their mouth, and prone to bad behavior. yet--- when he gave his first greetings, your responses would always be quiet and respectful.

he'd always be treated to a curt nod, a soft hum, and a gentle smile. those gestures of yours felt sweet to blade, akin to the taste of raw honey. perhaps you were that polite to everyone, it was the more rational answer to explain your behavior. however, he couldn't help but want your attention to be on him only.

often times, he'd find himself observing every curve, furrow, and flaw in your delicate features (when you weren't looking, of course. he couldn't allow himself to be obvious, it would shatter his dignity).

during his more restless nights, he'd ponder how receiving your affection would feel. could it be apple-sweet like fleeting touches and longing gazes? or would it be similar to tasting an orange? a mix of cheeky kisses and tender declarations of love?

questions about you tend to take center stage in blade's mind nowadays. was his performance good enough yesterday? did you notice him staring at your visage for a second too long? are you one for acts of service? or do you prefer to be more physical with of affect---

"....... blade, are you listening?" you quietly asked him, tilting your head.

despite being caught off guard by your sudden remark, blade attempted to mask his scrutinizing glance at you with his usual stoic demeanor.

"hm? could you repeat that again for me, please?"

your eyebrows furrowed at his perplexity (he'll have that image of your pretty expression burned into his mind for days), yet you continued your thought once more-- albeit with some exasperation.

"i asked if you'd like to continue our outing, you seem awfully tired, blade. i don't want to burden you further."

he quickly replied to your concerned question, "i appreciate your concern, but i'm fine. i can handle a few more hours of shopping."

blade was lying. but, admitting his fatigue felt like a blow to their happiness, and-- he couldn't say 'no' to fixating over their expressions.

"mm, are you sure that we shouldn't call it a day? ....... i don't wanna put extra stress on you." you couldn't help but respond to his dismissal with a bit more concern than before.

although it was quite bothersome to have someone be so considerate of his wellbeing after years of independency, blade found your words to be endearing. the sweet sugar cookie scented perfume emanating from you didn't help quell his overwhelming feelings either.

"..... no, let's keep shopping. i insist."

blade was enamored with you, to a pathetic extent. it bothered him to hell and back. but--- he couldn't imagine himself anywhere other than standing near you, longingly watching your every move, all while protecting you from the cruel world.

a/n: i hope ppl enjoy this !!!!!! it's my first fanfic :3 um its so hot. i hate sumemr. bye.