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Fandom: Homicipher Ship: Mr crawling x reader Oneshot/unfinished story: oneshot Synopsis: After ED004, blissful love life ending. You have a ghost house husband now, he needs some pampering. Bonus, here's some art I did:
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Having a ghost that was basically a puppy and house husband combined wasn't how you ever thought your life would go, but it was surprisingly nice. The quite frankly traumatic experience that was the 'other world' had one upside in the form of Mr. Crawling, or Crawly as you'd come to call him. That sounded close enough to a name right? It was similar to Crowley, which was a proper name. He seemed to respond to it too, understanding that it was the name you'd given him and seemingly not minding it. If he ever had a name before this one, you had no idea. Nor any idea if he even remembered it.
There were a few things you'd learnt about Crawly since you'd escaped the other world with him. You already knew he was one clingy ghost from how much he followed you around in the other world, and that he was a bit emotional at times.
Added to your list of Crawly lore you'd accumulated:
What you thought was dried blood over half his face, was actually scarring. Maybe a burn? You couldn't really tell. You we're no scar expert, but it looked like something had been poured into his eyes and scarred the skin around them. You also learnt that he DID have eyes under all that hair, but they were... rather damaged. He could see, but not very well. You assumed from the glassy look to his eyes and the way one was slightly more closed than the other, he couldn't see very clearly unless whatever he was looking at was up very close. The father away, the more of a blurry blob it became.
He could stand. Which caught you off guard when you first saw it, given how insanely tall he was. Although he couldn't stay up for very long, you assumed his legs were permanently injured in some way. Perhaps his cause of death was some kind of attack? Broken legs and burnt eyes?
You didn't mind the crawling around though, if that was what was comfortable for him, he could. You kept your floors relatively clean anyway.
He was a quick learner, particularly if it was something to do with you. If you did it, he'd copy it and remember it. So quickly he became part of your daily routine. Sitting with you while you ate, bathing with you, sleeping next to you. Or... maybe just lying down with you. You weren't really sure if he access slept, or just enjoyed resting beside you. And of course, language.
To bridge that language gap, you'd taught him as many words as you possibly could.
Some had pretty direct translations to words in his language, some were harder to explain. So communication had become a mix of his words and your words in an odd structure that only the two of you really understood.
This was your life now. You'd wake up to your ghost partner, he'd get sad when you had to leave for work, you'd come back to him clinging to your waist and go about the nightly routine with him right behind you. And in truth, you really liked it. Loved it even. He was such a comfort, despite the slightly uncanny look some would find scary. His voice was oddly cute, despite the unusual pattern and pitch. And his constant need to be practically hanging off your waist or around your shoulders made you feel so wanted. He clearly loved physical touch, it was how he showed his affection.
Today you came home with some bags, shopping bags. He'd seen you bring them back before, with food in them. But this time, it was various other objects. Some of which were intended for him. He'd been in that tattered old kimono for... God knows how long. Ans while you had washed it, it definitely needed an upgrade. Finding anything that'd fit his height was a challenge though. Until you stumbled on a speciality store specifically for tall people, sure none were as tall as Crawly was, but the biggest size would fit- just be a little short.
"New clothes?" He asked, watching you take them out of the bag and pull the tags off.
"For you" you replied, holding up a button up pyjama shirt.
If he wasn't one to leave the house anyway, he may as well live comfortably. He seemed to like the loose fit of his kimono anyway, so you'd gotten him mostly pyjamas.
"Me?" He questioned.
"Many clothes good" you replied.
That made sense, you had many clothes. You wore different ones each day, so he'd need different ones to cycle through right? He was just glad you cared enough to get him things, so the gesture alone bought a smile to his face.
"Thank you!" He said.
You handed him the dark blue set, he'd watched you dress before so putting on pants and a shirt wasn't too difficult for
him, although the buttons he had trouble with, and you ended up doing up for him. As you expected, the sleeves were a bit short on him, but it all fit well otherwise. Now you could wash his clothes more often as you had several to cycle through. Maybe try ans fix up that ratty old kimono too. You stepped back to get a look at him, now looking quite cosy and pleased with himself.
"Cute!" You smiled.
"Me cute!" He repeated.
"Big cute!"
At some point you'd have to figure out how to explain the word 'very' to him...
The praise made him giggle, definitely a unique sound coming form him given his voice, but you found it endering. It's how you knew he was happy. One bag down, you folded it up and put it in the bag of other bags that everyone had sitting in their laundry or kitchen somewhere. The next bag, had Crawley curious again as you began to unpack it. Several objects lined up on the table he didn't recognise. Although he had a feeling they were for hair. He knew what a hair brush was, you brushed his hair for him a lot. And he'd seen you use those round stretchy strings to pull hair back and tie it up. Occasionally you'd do that with his hair too, twisting it into two long braids to keep it from tangling. But these ones were new to him.
"What object?" He asked.
You picked up the first one, a set of two bear shaped clips for bangs.
"Clip" you replied.
"C-lllii-p" he repeated, testing the word out.
You nodded, taking his chin in your hand to tilt his head to look up at you. You gently pulled the long sections of hair that covered his eyes to the sides, securing them with the clips.
"You see better!" You said.
He defined could. Despite his low vision, and admitted slight insecurity about how badly scarred his eyes were, having his hair out of his face allowed him to see you much better. And up close, you weren't a blurry blob of shape and colour.
"You pretty" he smiled, more focused on you than the clips.
"You pretty" you replied, returning the compliment.
Taking the next item off the table, you opened and closed it a few times to demonstrate.
"Claw clip" you began "long hair safe"
Oh, so like how tying hair kept it safe, this kept it safe too? He liked his hair long. And once it'd been brushed and washed and he felt how soft it could get, he liked it kept safe too. He let you bundle his hair up at the back, securing it with the claw clip. It was a pretty big claw clip, given the amount of hair he had. You'd had to get the biggest one Daiso had to offer, and luckily it fit everything at the back in, letting two long strands at the front frame his face. He was so cute, how could a seven foot tall, crawling, scarred ghost with a deathly complexion be so cute? You couldn't help but smile and giggle in joy at the sight of your ghostly house husband.
"Big cute!" You smiled.
His smile only widened, he liked seeing you smile, it made him smile.
"Me happy, you happy!" He replied.
You'd also have to teach him the word 'when' at some point.
Last thing in the bag that you pulled out, he only partly recognised. It was a bottle, but he'd seen bottles hold all kinds of things. Things you eat and drink, thinks you put on your body, things you put on objects to make them change colour. This could be anything.
"Scar cream" you began, gesturing to the scarring around his eyes "make no hurt"
To him, hurt didn't just mean the feeling of pain, but the things pain left behind. Blood, cuts, bruises, scars. So knowing there was something to potentially lessen the scarring, made him light up.
"No hurt? Away forever?" He asked.
"Almost. Some away" you replied.
Scars like his may not be completely fixable, but they can be managed. That was enough for him, he was just glad there was SOMETHING for it. You took the seal off the bottle, squeezing some onto your fingers and gently soothing it into his skin. He liked head pats and cheek squishes, so this felt somewhat similar. He nuzzled into the touch, if he were a cat you were sure he'd be purring right now. Once the cream was all lathered in you gave his cheeks a loving squeeze.
"Get soft soon" you said, explaining it'd take a little while to take effect.
He simply knelt up, wrapping his arms around your torso and giving you a squeeze.
"Thank you! You care me. Me Big like you" he said.
You gave him a smile, as cute as 'big like' was, there definitely was a word for that.
"Big like is love. Me Iove you" you said.
"L-oov-e. Love. Me love you!" He smiled.
Oh how your heart beat for this undead
Puppy of a man...
"Show love, lips touch. Kiss" you said, before placing a kiss on his cheek.
He'd seen that on TV when you'd have it on in the background as you did someone else. He had a hunch it was something to do with affection, but having it confirmed and then done to him? If his heart could beat it'd be racing.
"Kiss... kiss more! Me love kiss. Me love you" He smiled.
If it was kisses he wanted, kisses he'd get. Someone as cute in pyjamas as he was deserved all the kisses in the world.
