#hollow knight x reader

[the-whole-shebang]

May I request romantic angst headcannons for the pure!vessel hollow knight, where the reader plays the violin outside of the door, in an attempt to calm them after they’ve been infected. Have a wonderful day.

You have a wonderful day as well!

The hollow knight had only recently been sealed inside the Black Egg, waiting for the infection to completely overtake them.

Even though they'd been preparing for this their entire existence, they couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal and utter loneliness.

Then they heard the music. The notes of the violin were muffled but clear just outside the seals.

They remembered hearing those notes before, and they remembered you.

They pressed themself to the door and listened. The song was calm and quiet, like a lullaby, and they wished with every fiber of their being that they could be out there with you again, even for just a moment.

Even as the infection began stealing their mind and their identity began to fade, they never stopped listening. As everything else faded away, your song is what stayed.

Years later, long after Hollownest's fall, travelers passing by the Black Egg still find your violin resting on the door, and some even swear they can hear humming from inside, like a distant lullaby.

[wenutted]

Platonic!Ghost/The Knight x Higher Being!Reader

Requested by: @infectious-flytrap

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Warnings: Not much, just spoilers for Hollow Knight, and the Dream No More ending.

Notes: you didn't quite specify if you had a scenario in mind or not, which is fine- at the time of writing this, I haven't updated my rules to ask that. Regardless, due to the vagueness, I just made some general headcannons

Additionally, I tried to keep the reader's lore and appearance ambiguous as possible, but with such a lore-filled game, it was kinda hard to not add a butt ton of background.

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-> You were here before the Radiance, and before the Wyrm. You were the original higher being in Hallownest, so to speak.

However, unlike them, you wished not for dominion. You didn't want a kingdom, nor subjects. You merely desired to sleep your days away, in the deepest pit of the kingdom; The Abyss.

And so, you did. Neither of the beefing monarchs paid you any mind, too caught up in their own battle for dominance. You slept for many, many years- peacefully.

Until, eventually, you're awoken by a pitter-patter feeling against your shell, accompanied by loud cracks.

You've been aware of the fast spreading plague for some time now, as well as the Pale King's plan to create a hollow vessel, born of void. There was no problem with it. What you didn't expect, however, was for him to also use your territory as a dumping ground.

The sounds of tiny vessels climbing and crawling against your shell made sleeping near impossible. Yet still, you didn't move.

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-> Time passed, and you eventually became accustomed to the thousands upon thousands of baby shades that inhabited the Abyss. Although, you swear, the next time another uninvited guest falls into your den, and onto your back, you swear to whatever god is possibly above you, you're going to-

Plop!

Oh my fucking god.

"Who goes there?!" You yell, finally moving for the first time in decades, and rising to your full height. Low and behold, the one disturbing your slumber is none other than a tiny vessel, stumbling back as they tightly clutch at their nail. You almost laugh at the idea of fighting them.

"Stand down, little spirit. One has no intent on attacking you," You see the knight visibly relax, sheathing their nail and beginning to shuffle through the graveyard of shells, looking for something. You're about to ask what they're searching for, but then you notice the charm on their cloak... Kingsoul.

You recognize that charm. You're aware what they plan to do.

"If the truth of your origin is what you seek, then follow the path down, through the bodies of your fallen kin," you hint, glancing towards the ground. The little ghost is quick to understand, and casts Descending Dark; crashing straight through the floor, and deeper into the abyss.

You lie back down and continue your slumber, silently rooting for their success. You've grown fond of these vessels, born of Wyrm and void, and can only hope they all get their revenge against the Radiance.

[writters-clock]

Can we get some Hollow Knight x reader headcannons? 👉👈

Preferably with a they/them AFAB reader, maybe about them re-uniting with hollow after they've managed to outlive the infection?

Thank u!

-🧡🪲

HK x Reader headcanons!!

Warnings : none?? I think?? Do spoilers for hollow knight still exsist??

Request : "Can we get some Hollow Knight x reader headcanons? Preferably with a they/them AFAB reader, maybe about them re-uniting with hollow after they've managed to outlive the infection?"

Notes : mmm bugs, the bane of my exsistance.

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✰> That poor thing. Probably tired as hell.

✰> Bud reunited with you and seems so sleepy (I mean they had a whole god throwing a tantrum in their body for fuck knows how long.)

✰> They, nontheless are surprised your still alive!

✰> they gonna give you a big ol' hug and not let go for like five minutes.

✰> and then immediatly after affectionately headbutt you like a cat.

✰> Let them take a nap with you, cuddle up with them while they hold you.

✰> What do you do with this info? Make them good soup. Preferably not orange soup.

✰> Also their posture is ABSOLUTELY FUCKED after being hung up like a christmas light for so long everytime the move its just creaky cracky noises.

✰> They lay around a lot more. Sometimes even forget what they were doing a lot easier.

✰> They will need time to heal, Hollow can't help it.

✰> The more and more you are willing to help them with, the more and more they appreciate you.

✰> You have to help bandage them up depending on how long it's been since the whole 'Mmm Little Ghost gonna fight god' thing happened.

✰> They are very patient with you still, just like before, very calm too.

✰> If you need something, they still try their best to get it.

✰> They care so much for you and wish to be able to show you that through gifts.

✰> However what they cannot gain, they give through nightly cuddles.

✰> Turns out, they feel colder than before. Like warm food slowly cooling off.

✰> Maybe thats a good thing? Or maybe they just need a blanket.

✰> However with the process of their healing, time is the best thing you two have got.

[sleepingdeath-light]

pure vessel smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (23/05/23) & xxrainmxx (23/05/23)

fandom(s) ; hollow knight

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; pure vessel / the hollow knight

outline ; “Pure Vessel/The Hollow Knight dating and smut hcs (separate) twirls hair”

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“I read the announcement and I came to leave my humble request, if it's not too much trouble, can I request sfw and nsfw headcanons for pure vasel or the hollow knight as you feel better writing it?”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

note : this is effectively split into two sections to show the difference between their base personality and preferences in bed compared to what changes after they become the hollow knight

as the pure vessel, they’re incredibly considerate and gentle with you — treating you almost as if you’re made of glass

every touch and movement is carefully considered as they do everything they can to make sure that you’re safe and comfortable

this means thorough conversation before and after as well as frequent reassurances of consent before they do anything with you — giving you every opportunity to back down or set a new boundary

they try to establish a distinct safe word and/or safe action before you’re ever intimate and make sure that you remember both before you have sex

they’re a soft dominant and are naturally more of a giver than a receiver, happily spending hours pleasuring you without the expectation of getting anything in return — just enjoying the feeling of getting you off above anything else

pure vessel is also extremely well disciplined and has quite a bit of stamina because of their training and, as such, can last for what feels like forever in the bedroom

in other words, they usually only stop once you’ve used the safe word or if they notice you getting too tired to continue

the area between their horns is extremely sensitive and scratching it will make them let out a sound similar to a purr

they do have a bit of a size kink and do enjoy the height difference between the two of you, with it feeding into their natural desire to covet and tend to you

they’d definitely enjoy and appreciate the aesthetics of lingerie and decorative bondage — loving the process of setting both up and taking them off of you

they have a pretty low libido but are happy to tend to you in other ways if you have a higher sex drive than them

this includes: oral, hand jobs and thigh riding

they’re very quiet during sex and usually only make a humming/purring sort of sound — but when they cum they do tend to let out this rumbling groan that shakes you to the core

as the hollow night, however they’re much more feral and animalistic — manhandling you and tossing you about to their heart’s content

they have a thing for marking you — going so far that you’ll end up covered in bruises and cuts and scratches and bites by the end of the night

their stamina is still substantial but they won’t stop if you fall asleep

in fact they’ll only stop if you call out the safe word, it’s one of the only things they can remember and will respond to

they will fuck you wherever and whenever they please and have a much higher libido than they did as the pure vessel

when they go down on you, which they’ll do before and after using you, it’s a very messy affair and you’ll end up with your thighs covered in bruises and scratches and sweat and cum — the latter of which is also smeared across their face

they’re also incredibly vocal and will growl and roar and grunt and groan during sex — occasionally vocalising in a voice that isn’t entirely their own when the radiance comes further forward

whilst they still do pleasure you, they now prioritise themselves and it’s only really a happy coincidence that their efforts to seek out pleasure happen to make you cum

definitely a rough dominant and lean very heavily into the role, expecting true submission from you — or working towards earning it through their devotion to you outside of your sex life

very strong and is able to manipulate you into whatever position they desire — unless it involves a level of flexibility you do not have

they’re sadistic but they’re not outright cruel for the sake of it — not to you, anyway

[tally-mshall]

SOBBING OVER THAT HK FIC 😭

We love angst, and the last one gave me an idea. Maybe a fic for like, the last night Hollow gets to spend with their s/o? Y'know, they know they have to part, so they spend the last night together before he gets locked up, as they sob into each other's arms and cuddle, with hollow thanking reader over and over for showing him what love is.

We all need a good cry.

(A/N: GARARRAR IT WENT LONGER THAN EXPECTED BUT I LOVE IT SOOOO- also OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW/pos)

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

someone was banging on your door in the middle of the night.

you tiredly slipped out of bed and stumbled to the door, opening it gently, until your tackled to the ground.

You hiss a bit until you realize its crying.

You look at your aggressor and realize.

"Hollow..?!"

Theyre just sobbing into you, whispering something.

they rarely talk.

somethings horribly wrong.

they pull back and look at you.

void tears have stained their mask

theyre clutching to you like your an inch from death.

"Hollow..?"

They lean into you, bumping into your face gently multiple times.

Theyre kissing you.

"Im sorry my flower im so sorry..!"

your very confused.

but they interrupt you before you can speak.

"Thank you..! thank you for showing me everything, for showing me the world..!"

you can get a few words in before they start up again

"whats going on?!"

they look at you for a while.

you realize whats happening.

"Hollow..?"

they look down.

"Hollow..?!"

they gently caress your cheek.

"Flower.."

you begin crying on your own now.

Now your clinging onto them like theyre an inch from death.

and they are.

"My flower i.."

they stare at you, tears spilling harder.

"I love you, My flower. That will never change.."

"but you will change.."

they kiss you once more.

"In any form, and any time, i will love you, my flower."

you take a deep breath.

"You taught me about love and what it means to feel, and experience, and breathe."

you release it.

"I am never more hollow than i am when i am without you, my flower."

"..Hollow.."

They bring you closer, wrapping around you.

"Thank you."

They kiss you.

"thank you."

Another kiss.

"thank you, for everything.."

"My beautiful flower.."

[zdux]

Heya! Could you do HC of the Hollow Knight (Pure Vessel) who realizes he's in love with a butterfly reader and confesses

Sure! Sorry it took so long for this, I went to write it a while ago and it wouldn't show up in my ask box. (I'm gonna use he/they pronouns for HK, it's just a little headcannon of mine but I wanted to note it in advance ^^)

Hollow Knight x Butterfly Reader

Growing up in the white palace wasn't exactly the most "fun" childhood, so any escape was welcomed by HK. He got good at slipping away, sneaking around corners and getting familiar with the places no one looked. By the time he was a teenager, (in,, bug years,, i guess?), he was an expert at moving around the palace, completely unseen.

This is how they met you; sneaking out one day for a breather after a meeting about the spreading infection started to get far too heated. It had been years since they would slip out for fun, an as they grew into adulthood, their fate was starting to weigh on them. They made their way out, before slipping off to edge of The City of Tears. They had been sitting quietly, minding their business when they glanced over to see they weren't alone in the small alcove they spent their time in.

They were surprised, but curious, to see someone else there. They quietly approached you, making a small clicking noise to make their presence known. When you turned around, they perked up in polite curiosity. They hadn't actually talked to anyone outside the palace when they snuck out.

Communicating through a form of sign language, and the occasional click or nod, he did his best to introduce himself to you.

After that day, and meeting you, he started sneaking out to that spot more and more, curious to make a friend. You were a butterfly, and he had only met one or two others who were diplomats from Pharloom, and he wondered if you hailed from there as well.

As the years continued on, he started to get to know you more and more, meeting you in your hiding spot, and eventually sneaking off to other quiet parts of the kingdom for small adventures with you.

After a while, they finally realized how they felt about you. Understanding feelings was hard for them, especially since it was, quite literally, the last thing they were built for. But they felt them, very strongly, for you.

One day, he finally decided to bring you back to the palace. He showed you the path, and snuck you into the palace gardens. It was a beautiful area, cultivated to look like the Queen's Garden. Shyly, he confessed his feelings, explaining how much he valued your friendship over the years and that he had fallen in love with you. He presented you with a delicate flower that he asked Ze'mer for, and awaited your answer.

I hope you liked it! I wanna write more Hollow Knight, so thank you for the ask ^^

[sumthinganarchy]

a comic for the self aware AU!

(if anyone needs a transcript just let me know!!!)

[juniminabloom]

Hey!!! How are you?

Hmmmm....

Can I request some yandere Pure Vessel/The Hollow Knight headcanons?

Do if you want ^^

Thanks!! ^^

A/N: I love this character too! I believe they’d be a little bit of a manchild (theychild?) And feel free to request anything else! There is no limit and my requests are always open! I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~

Pure Vessel/The Hollow Knight headcanons

They adore affection. Whether it’s sweet words, compliments, or cuddles, any form of affection can make that empty heart swell.

Even though they were made to be hollow, there’s a small part of them that cares deeply for you.

They love hearing you sing. They can’t [sing].

They do not like to be alone. At all. If you decide to go on a walk, if you need to run errands, or anything that involves you leaving, they’re devastated until you come back.

Signs or writes to you for cuddles- a lot.

Messy painter! They have fun doing it though- and it’s better with you!

If you get hurt, they are top-tier material for taking care of you. Tea, cuddles, band-aids, you name it. They’ll be there for you always.

They never leave your side. Unless you tell them to, like if you need to run errands or just need some alone time. It breaks their heart though.

If they are not in a good mood, they act just like a statue. They show no love, no feelings- they are how they were supposed to be.

Even though they look like an intimidating bug- their horns looking large and sharp, their tall and bony figure- but they’re such a sweetheart!

Likes brushing your hair. No reason why, it’s just enjoyable for them, especially when you hum.

Doesn’t like going outside (often). If you go outside, they’ll watch from a window. They don’t want you getting hurt.

Likes picking out your outfits. You’re so pretty!

Their love language is more physical touch and affection, but will also give you love letters, sign/write compliments, and give you gifts.

Big spoon, but occasionally little.

<3

[melancholiadaydreams]

Night terror (Troupe Master Grimm/reader)

Ao3

modern au.

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Nightmares.

[f/n] had always been plagued by them.

It was the same—

A man, whom they served and loved wholly, died.

He was tied to a curse to be consumed by his kin to keep the Nightmare’s heart alive. And they knew that.

And they still loved him, continuing to love him long after he died— after his kin died.

They loved him until they died.

They lay in bed beside their lover, Grimm. Their heart racing, staring at his sleeping form.

The dream had become clearer since he came into their life, throwing everything they thought they knew into the air. His existence was a high they thought they would never experience again .

A phantom feeling was all they knew before him.

His love drove them into the waters of bliss, drowning them with the devotion he put into his every action.

The man in their dreams, the one who’d battle that… vessel with the nail, bore the same face, same name, and same behavior as their lover.

His scarlet eyes burned just as bright as they did in their childhood nightmares.

Grimm confessed a long while ago, and they had been living together for almost two years. Every step of the way, he went out of his way to make sure they knew his heart was theirs and theirs alone.

[f/n] hoped, after all this love he had shown them, that it would stop the dreams of curses.

But it didn’t. They still witnessed his flame consumed by his kin.

When he woke to their crying, he would hold them close, not once asking about the terrors they dreamt of, letting them tell him only what they wanted to—whispering sweet nothings and praises of their strength. On nights when the [bug] woke him, when they weren’t so troubled, he would try to coax it out, the secret they held tightly to their chest.

[f/n] knew, looking into those familiar eyes, he wanted to know what brought the tears, what caused them most nights.

Sighing, their hand found its way to his arm, and they closed their eyes.

Sleep was what they needed.

They lay down once more beside their lover.

It was necessary, a long day of work was ahead, and sleep was something they valued greatly.

“Are you alright, darling?” 

[f/n] jumped at his sleepy voice, his scarlet eyes staring at their face, unfocused and tired.

They smile softly, “Yes, my love, I’m going back to sleep,”

His hand slid under their arm, pressing his claw into the small of their back, blinking, “You do not sound alright,” He hesitated. They noticed him examine their face, “Have you been crying?”

Without letting them respond, he sits up, leaning over them with concern, “Was it a night terror? Darling, you know you can wake me,”

Their face was wet, and they sniffled.

They had been crying.

[f/n] laughed lightly, “I didn’t realize I was sorry,”

“Do not apologize for your tears,” he shook his head at them, carefully wiping tears away, “What kind of partner would I be to not care for my lover when they are in need?”

“I’m okay,” They grab his wrists, their eyes softening as they smile at him, “I didn’t realize I was even crying. I’m fine, let's just sleep,”

Grimm studied them, searching for a lie.

Sighing, he presses his forehead against theirs, “I do wish you would tell me what causes your tears,”

They frown, closing their eyes, leaning into him,

“One day, love, I promise,”

“I will hold you to it, dearest,”

The rain against the window was quiet and light; they listened to the beating of their heart.

They loved moments like this, where Grimm’s theatrical nature is calmed, bringing forth a gentle lover.

Their lover pulls away, “You should drink some water,” His voice is just as quiet as the rain, his claws grabbing the glass from the nightstand.

They take it from him, sipping.

He helps them settle into bed once more, brushing his hand against their cheek and rubbing his head against theirs.

Tucking them into his arms, it was clear he was trying to chase the nightmares away.

Eyes closed once more. The pair tries to sleep.

[f/n] couldn’t, though.

Their mind repeating events that never happened. At least not in this life.

Breaking from the circling, they wonder if there are other universes where they love each other just as much as they do here.

If it doesn’t make it in a past life, and it does in this one, are there any others where they end up as happy? Just [f/n] and Grimm, happy until their deaths— happy even beyond death?

“Do you think we would still be together in an alternative universe?” they whisper, shifting to look up at him.

He sighs, opening an eye, “Darling,”

They giggle, “I’m being serious,”

“We must sleep. Can this not wait until the morning?”

They roll their eyes, closing their eyes again.

A moment passes,

“What if… what if we have already gotten married,”

“Please sleep, my love,”

“Okay,” they pause, “I love you,”

“And I you,”

[xtransmasc-reader-scenariosx]

Welcome!!!

My prounouns are he/him, they/them, and it/its, and therefore will be the pronouns of our reader unless specified!!

Now onto the fandoms i will write for:

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If you send an ask specify the fandom and the pronouns you want the reader to have or i will use my personal pronouns.

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Let me know if you're looking for a fic, a headcanon, or an imaginary scenario

[ficmachine]

Can I get a romantic nonbinary reader/Hollow physical affection headcanons? Like cuddling, hugging, kisses, holding hands that sorta thing? Thank you!

*holds them gently* I just love them so much :(

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Oh Hollow is probably one of the most affection-seeking and affection-starved person you'll ever run into.

They know better than to initiate affection though, at least at first. You have to show them that it's okay for them to reach out and hug you, to hold you, to press their face into your neck and stay like that for as long as they need it.

It's... Very heartbreaking to find out they didn't know someone can be soft towards them, that it's okay for others to touch them and that they can say no; that they can return the physical contact if they so wish, but they are in no way required to if they don't want to. They have been nothing but a vessel made to keep the Radiance at bay, and now they have to learn how to function as a normal person.

It is a tough and long process. A lot of crumbling walls, learning boundaries and breaking what's been drilled into them for so long - teaching what they never have been taught.

Even now they hesitate to reach out when they need you be it out of shame, guilt or self-hate, but they're slowly working on it. You have no idea how grateful they are both for you and your patience with them.

As difficult as they sometimes find physical touch to be Hollow will absolutely hold you close to them whenever you hug them, holding you in a way where you can feel them tremble in worry that if they let go too early you'll disappear. You won't, and they know you won't, but they're still terrified of being alone again.

How about kisses though? Would you, perhaps, like them to lean down to your eye-level so that you can hold their face in your warm hands? They'll even try to hint at it by butting their head into you oh so very gently if the two of you are sitting down.

They adore when you press your lips all over their face and when you hold them in your arms, it makes them feel all giddy and happy inside. They love that feeling so much – they love you so much.

[the-whole-shebang]

Hi, I noticed your post saying you write fanfic for Hollow Knight??? Really surprised me honestly... but I've had this idea I'm my head for a while! Tiso meets a wasp reader who's surprisingly good at fighting. If you're comfortable with writing romantic maybe he gets a crush on them?? If not then maybe the both of them just have a little ongoing competition... idk thought it was cute okay bye (🐝 anon)

It would BEE my pleasure! (I'm hilarious)

Tiso with a warrior wasp reader:

Tiso was wanting to train for the Colosseum of Fools, so he challenged this wasp to a duel since he noticed they carried a weapon.

He was very promptly beaten and was definitely not expecting that.

He continues to cross paths with them and constantly tries and fails to beat them.

He's high-key impressed by their skill, but it's not like he would ever tell them that.

After a while, Tiso starts looking foward to sparing them and gets really excited whenever he finds them again. At some point, he worked up enough nerve to ask if they would maybe want to hang out sometime, but totally as just combat rivials definitely not a date haha.

God Tamer 100% teases him about it. Relentlessly.

[defaulttwig]

The Infection

Hollow Knight x gn!reader (18+)

Summary: The hollow knight, surrounded by orange, can only recall one time where the color filled them with joy. It is a cherished memory, one they hope to preserve their mind.

Word Count: 740 

Warning: vague ass descriptions of sex, nothing explicitly mentioned. Still marked 18+ just in case

A/N:  idk what this isssss, but whatever, it’s out for the world to see now

Red. Orange. What a bright orange. Brilliant. The flicker of flames is how they remember you. In the privacy of their room, late in the night with once the wall sconce as a light source, they could allow themself to indulge in you. The flames flick sparks into the air that fade to nothing, much like your love hides in the darkness. Where no one can deny their ability to feel, where no one can dictate their heart. Bound only by love. No grim future crossed their mind here, where they could be free in the small confines.

  The knight, under oath to feel nothing, given no voice, let their hands write their deepest desires, their undying truth. Softly over your ribs, they say they love you. The trace of their claws down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, tell you they treasure you. Gently, they rest their forehead over your own, silent puffs of air fan over your face, and their hands cup your waist tenderly. The feel of you is burned into their hands, how warm you are, how perfect you sound. 

  Your voice is an echo of what they cannot physically say. Every sound elicited is done with the utmost care. You tell them over and over that you love them with a heavenly pitch of your breath. They cannot kiss you, but nuzzle their face into your neck. They are outside as they are within; truly, deeply devoted to you.

  For you, they give their only sense of self. Can only feel whole when they are here, in this room with you. Here, they are no mere vessel. There is no burden. There is only you, your voice, your love. There is warmth, good and pure. A hazy glow of orange and red cast over your bodies. A moment that lasts forever.

  It is that memory that they choose. Over and over, they replay the last good they felt in the world. Choose to remember not the failure of their duty, not the sickly orange of infection that consumes the kingdom, but of better times. In their memory, there is no infection but only the reflection of the fire’s warm glow cast over your soft body.

  They were not there to protect you, to save you from downfall. In the surge of infection that spread rapidly across the kingdom, turned good bugs to monsters and stole the minds of better bugs, it cast death upon those unluckier. Luck had not been with you that day that they had been sent off to seal away the infection. A battle they lost, where they failed. For that, they could not hug you one last time. They could only blame themself for no longer being able to hold you in their arms. 

  So, they choose not to feel. They willingly turn a blind eye to the bright orange that eats away at their physical body. There is no telling how much time had passed, but they no longer feel their arms the same. The infection continues to steal from them, to take and selfishly take as they did many cycles ago. They unfocus their gaze, no longer seeing the orange infection.

  In a blur of mania or an attempt to soothe their woes, they see you. They see the flame over the sconce, bright and orange. There is only you, your voice, your love. Your body slanted over theirs. You tell them you don’t ever want to be separated. They set their hand on your cheek, unable to promise with words that they will be with you.

  When they drift into the recesses of what’s left in their mind, they keep that promise. They have you with all that is left of them, reunited where the infection can’t steal. There is warmth. They remember you and continue to remember you, in all your beauty and freedom, until they cannot.

  They are alone, taken by the infection, like all before them. Their breaths grow steady. Bound by their chains, they stare deep into the infection that fills the temple.

  Red. Orange. Beautiful. It is not a fire that can burn out. It stays with them, encompasses them with a warmth they cannot remember. They do not remember what they like about this color. It is orange, it bubbles in them and eases their pain. Their chest feels hollow. This must be good.

  There comes an end.

[writters-clock]

Thank you for answering! With that, may I request some general Cloth x reader hcs?

warnings : none, just hollow knight lore

request : Thank you for answering! With that, may I request some general Cloth x reader hcs?

Notes : mmm cicada. i hate cicadas but cloth is the exception also sorry this is so short!!

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✰> Girlie has issues i swear, abandonment issues specifically

✰> Once in a while you'll find her just chilling under the ground only to give you a hug and say hi

✰> She likes to go on walks with you, and just generally likes to hang out

✰> If you like to fight, she could DEFINITELY use a sparring partner!

✰> However if you get hurt? like ever? she will offer to patch you up,

✰> She makes lil buzzing noises when shes happy

✰> Remember those lines about her old friend Nola? Since the loss of Nola she most likely is touch starved for any kind of interaction

✰> She will probably end up being friends with your friends too

✰> Very shy but very friendly lady

✰> What is she willing to do? fight for you. she would kill god for you and or at least attempt to.

✰> She will never stop doing her best, no matter what.

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; pure vessel / the hollow knight

requested by ; anonymous (23/05/23) & xxrainmxx (23/05/23)

fandom(s) ; hollow knight

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; pure vessel / the hollow knight

outline ; “Pure Vessel/The Hollow Knight dating and smut hcs (separate) twirls hair”

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“I read the announcement and I came to leave my humble request, if it's not too much trouble, can I request sfw and nsfw headcanons for pure vasel or the hollow knight as you feel better writing it?”

warning(s) ; canon-typical angst, animalistic behaviours

note ; first time writing for this fandom so this may be a tad shaky — may be rewritten in the future when i have a better grasp on this character

you probably knew of them before they knew you, hearing rumours around the castle and whispered amongst the nest that the pale king and the white lady were had children

but with the vessel’s intensive training and status as the, well, perfect vessel for the the infection they didn’t really have much of a chance to explore hollow nest

your first meeting likely happened after the pale king abandoned them, after they became infected and it was realised that their attachment to their father was present and detrimental to their purpose

and then they met you and you became something of an emotional crutch

they spend most of their time within the pantheon of knights, training and waiting with you by their side — watching hero after hero fall before those that come before them

occasionally they’ll pull off a particularly impressive stunt or move during training or battle in order to impress you — looking to you and you swear that you can see their eyes brighten when they see you smiling and clapping for them

they don’t speak so much as they sign to you — not using any formal language but more so a system of your own design to help them communicate with you

they divulge their fears to you, their concerns about the infection and how they’re not sure how much time they have left

that they constantly feel like their shell is going to split and they’ll be gone and that the rest of hallownest will fall to what follows

they urge you to run away from the nest, to stay away from them, because they don’t want to risk you getting hurt

but you don’t because you love them and you tell them as much: shushing them, holding them and reassuring them as best you can

as only you can

you’re the only one who gets to see them be vulnerable and, in their eyes, weak

you’re the only thing they hold dear and they’re very insistent on showing you all of the courtesy and chivalry they observed during their time with their parents

they’ll offer you their armour and underclothes to keep you warm, carry you when you’re weary and always offer you their hand or arm when you’re travelling somewhere

affection with them usually consists of the following: side hugs, them holding you from behind as you sit on their lap, nudging or nuzzling their face plate against you and hand holding

the face smashing is the closest they can get to kissing you and tends to happen when they’re particularly happy

they’re incredibly protective and even in the heat of battle, they’re always keeping an eye on you to make sure that no projectiles (theirs or their opponents) come near you — going into a rage if the other party harms you in any way

your life isn’t easy but it’s calm and pleasant, filled with deep conversations and trust and someone who loves you with everything they have in them

who would give anything in the world to make you smile

who cares for you before themselves even as their face plate splits open and they start to lose themselves to the infection

as they stop being the pure vessel and become the hollow knight

but even as their mind and body came under the control of the radiance, their affection for you still remained clear

they were still just as protective, leaping out of fights just to keep you out of line of sight (and line of weapon)

they were still just as needy for your attention, bumping their cracked face against your hand and cheek and chest and letting out a contented sound (something between a hum and a purr) when you complied and were affectionate with them

they were still just as desperate for your approval, seeking you out after a particularly gruelling battle with another inhabitant of hollow nest — puffing their chest out and awaiting your praise

still considerate and chivalrous in their own way: picking you up and carrying you gingerly as they made their way around their old home; covering you with their cape and their body whenever you gave even the slightest indication of being cold; growling and roaring and lunging at anyone or anything that causes you harm

the hollow knight tries not to hurt you, the part of the vessel that remains wouldn’t allow it, but sometimes it can’t be avoided and you may end up getting nicked or scratched by one of their weapons, their shattered face plate or something else

whenever this happens they tend to look like a locked puppy and start whining and panicking and trying to clean and cover your wound

they tend to hang off of you when you idle and rest, lanky body almost curled around your shoulders and long arms wrapped tightly around your waist

they will lean into any touches you give them, especially if you’re gently caressing their face or horns

if ever you crave something, they’ll immediately go out to retrieve it — to varying degrees of success depending on how well the radiance controlling them recognises what you’re talking about

they avoid doing anything to pass on their infection to you as they don’t want you to get sick or be harmed — which is something the small remnants of their consciousness has to fight with the radiance about

they’re incredibly possessive and territorial and will be able to track you down if they lose track of you — there’s no escape

if they can’t find you or track your scent, then they will become frantic and volatile, attacking anything in reach in order to get you back

[tally-mshall]

*drive through speaker voice* Can i get a fuckin uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hollow comes out to reader fic? (Could be as like,, anything- trans, gay, nb, or whatever-)

(A/N: ayyyy Para! you bet!)

Tick tick.

Ch, Ch.

You woke up to hollow chittering.

they seem nervous.

"Hollow..? you okay?"

they quickly turn towards you, and tense up.

Its about midnight, and theyre still awake.

hm.

"I..I'm fine, Flower."

they try to reassure you, but its not very honest.

"You can tell me anything.."

you return back to bed, as they turn back, chittering again.

...

..

.

This has happened 10 times now.

and Hollow is finally ready to tell you.

Tick tick.

Ch ch.

"..Hmn?"

they pat the seat beside them,

and you sit down beside them.

"Flower, I'm sorry I haven't been ready yet, I-"

"Hollow, Its okay. You can take your time."

"..Im ready.."

they take a deep breath, and look at you.

"Flower, since the Radiance has wilted, I have been exploring myself, because I am no longer just a vessel."

you nod

"And..I have come to a realization over the many days and nights we have been together. I no longer desire to be seen as a vessel, i want to be perceived as a lady, like mother."

you smile.

"A lady? alright, do you want to change your name yet?"

they shake their head, slightly crying.

"No, not yet. Thank you, My flower.."

"Of course, My lady."

(You know why i chose this)