#and I’m not talking about like found family I’m talking about like technically siblings in some way

[wild-moss-art]

One thing engage made me realize about 3 houses was the lack of sibling relationships. There are literally none in the main playable cast other than estranged step sibling relationship that doesn’t even have a support, which is kind of weird to me in the scope of fire emblem games. The only playable sibling pair is locked behind dlc, notably.

[herlondonboy]

trust, clarisse la rue

summary: how can she trust you again after you let everyone think she was the lightning thief?

warnings: break up, it’s rushed, child of hades!reader

wc: 1.0k

being the cousin of percy jackson would have it’s perks, if it weren’t for being his paternal cousin. sure, the gods have no dna, meaning you’re not technically related, but that didn’t matter to either of you

his father is poseidon, and yours, hades. you were cousins, if not by blood, by love for each other.

you’d only known percy for two weeks, but being on a quest with him taught you a lot. there was nothing he wouldn’t do for those he loved. grover, annabeth, his mother, he’s fight the gods for them. you admired that about him. he was twelve, but ready to humble the gods, days after finding out that he was a half-blood.

he was doing what you wanted to do your whole life. you wanted to scream and curse your father for being absent for so long, and he was doing it for you.

now that you have a family, consisting of a cousin and two little siblings (annabeth and grover, though annabeth hadn’t accepted it quite yet), all you wanted to do was go home into the arms of your girlfriend. you missed falling asleep in her arms, waking up to her scent, and just overall annoying her.

you wondered if she was mad at you, for taking longer that you said. she didn’t know you had been stuck in the lotus hotel for a few days and missed the solstice. all she knew what that percy failed the quest.

the underworld was your least favourite part of the quest. seeing your father, face to face. you scolded him as he tried to offer your friends pomegranate juice and he backed down, shrugging. then you left.

percy and grover followed you shortly, and you were once again face to face with ares.

gods, how you wanted to rip that smug smirk off of his face. he didn’t deserve it after what he said about his children, after what he said about clarisse. nobody forced him to reproduce, but he did, and now he blames them for being born.

despite being a god, and the one of war at that, ares lost to percy. you felt proud, like a parent watching their child succeed. ares was gone in a flash, and it was replaced by your fathers helm.

the children looked at you, so you stepped forward to pick it up. it was heavier than you had expected.

“percy, i-“ you turned around to see him walking into the small bungalow not far behind. sharing looks with the other two twelve year olds, you decided to follow him.

there, you met alectro. she took your father’s helm and percy made her tell him that you wanted your mothers back. hades wasn’t going to let your mother go, though. he needed you, and he’d lose you if you got her. sally jackson, however, was a different story. you prayed that he’d give her back to percy. he was just a kid, he needed his mom.

“no,” you heard, making you turn to see annabeth looking at percy.

“you’re not going to stop him,” you murmured, making them turn to you. “he going to olympus, whether you like it or not.”

percy nodded at that. “you three need to go back to camp. i have to talk to zeus. i have to.”

it took a little convincing, but eventually annabeth and grover agreed to go back. then all eyes were back on you.

“i’m going to olympus, too,” you told them. “my quest was protecting percy. if that’s where he’s going, that’s where i’m going.”

there was silence for a few more seconds before they accepted that.

-

you were finally back at camp. with percy walking next to you, you felt relieved. you’d met your uncles as poseidon defended his son against his brother’s wrath. now that you were back, you could hug and kiss clarisse all you wanted.

walking into camp, most demigods clapped for percy as you slowed down to let him relish in his glory. you were looking out for the one person that wouldn’t be clapping, and when you found her, her arms were crossed as she glared at you. you wondered if it was because you walked in with percy.

excusing yourself, you diverted from the path and towards your girlfriend with a smile. she scoffed and rolled her eyes at that and stormed off.

you followed her until you were far enough into the woods that no one would hear your conversation.

“hey, you,” you said softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but she spun around.

clarisse's eyes blaze with betrayal as she confronted you about the rumors circulating, questioning, "how am i supposed to trust you if you let everyone believe i was the lightning thief?" you're rendered speechless, struggling to find the right words.

in an attempt to defend yourself, you stammer, "i didn’t." but clarisse remains unyielding, her anger palpable.

“then why did you let luke believe it?” you stayed silent and she realised. the tension thickens between you, and the air becomes charged with unspoken emotions. she snaps, "oh, you think that because i crave my dad’s validation so much that i’d start a world war?" your heart sinks as she delivers the words with a bitter edge.

"i thought you, of all people, would understand," clarisse adds, her voice filled with disappointment.

desperation sets in, and you try to explain, "clarisse, it wasn't my intention. i would never intentionally hurt you. you know that.”

“do i?” she asked.

“i love you,” you tried.

but your words fall on deaf ears. she scoffs, shaking her head. "i can't trust you anymore," clarisse declares, breaking up with you. without looking back, she leaves you behind. tears well up in your eyes, emotions overwhelming you. the breakup is abrupt, and the pain lingers as clarisse walks away, leaving you alone with shattered emotions.

[princessbrunette]

Rafe fucking jayj’s step sister to piss him off because he has a feeling your relationship with him goes beyond being step siblings

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rafe has been watching you. he was intrigued truly, how a sweet girl like you wound up being a pogue. he knew you couldn’t be jj’s actual sister, no— you didn’t quite look the same, and the way you and him interacted, even in public was odd. too touchy, yet cautious, overly self aware. shit, he couldn’t blame jj. if a fine piece of ass like you found your way into his family he’d probably do the exact same.

the need to get back at jj came when he went down for technically vandalising toppers boat. technically, it was pope. but pope didn’t have anything that rafe wanted… jj however…

you were stood so shyly at the entrance to the cameron residence, having received a message from ‘ward��� (actually rafe) that he was interested in hiring you, some kind of personal assistant job. but ward was out of town, and rafe was welcoming you inside.

“y’know i—i don’t know what he was thinking inviting you round right now, he’s out of town.” he scratches his temple, squinting apologetically.

“oh…” you fiddle with your fingers, glancing around at the inside of pristine tannyhill.

“yeah… yeah, i’m sorry about that. you want somethin’ to drink? whilst you know, whilst you’re here?” he extends his arm, backing up towards the kitchen.

“oh i couldn’t possibly—”

“please, anything you want.” rafe waves you off as you follow him through to the next room.

“well, if you insist. just a water please, i’m a little parched from riding my bike over here.” he tries not to snicker, thinking about that little pogue-mobile of yours. it was so you, rickety little thing with a pink basket on top. cute, rafe thought.

even the look of a brita water filter seems to slightly excite you and he smiles, filling up a glass and handing it to you. as you drink, he speaks— seemingly making conversation.

“so you’re uh… maybanks sister, right?” he leans on the counter. he sees you stiffen slightly, knowing the two of them have had their quarrels, but jj never really letting you in on the ins and outs. “s’okay, i can separate the two of you. we’re all adults here, right?” he reassures.

you put the glass down on the counter, wiping your wet hand on your dress. “well, he’s my step-brother.” you clarify.

“ah, yeah… yeah i thought so. no one acts like that with their step sibling.” his gaze doesn’t leave yours even when yours flickers away, guilty. right then, that moment there — rafe knew his suspicions were true. he steps back, nodding for you to follow him. “lets go sit down, yeah?”

you feel you have no choice but to follow him, sitting on the large couch now beside him with your hands on your lap. he leans his elbow on his knee, watching you.

“i—i wanna be straight up with you, that okay?” he drawls after the small talk time is up, eyes boring into yours.

“…yeah.”

“i know it’s not my business but i… i feel like your step-brother is doin’ things to you that he shouldn’t be doin’. and… it just wouldn’t be right for me to sit here n’not intervene i mean i’m older than you, right? and — and it’s my duty to watch out n’protect girls like you. i’m… right aren’t I? he’s touching on you?”

“rafe… no.” you shake your head, looking away shyly, clearly scandalised.

“you know it’s not very polite to come to someone’s house n’ lie to them, sweetheart.” he squints one eye, the idea of upsetting him making you nervous.

“no i’m sorry it’s just… it’s not like that, okay? he teaches me stuff. that’s all. i… dont have a lot of experience so he’s helping me. that’s it, i swear.” you break easily, and rafes fighting everything in him not to smirk.

“your brother?” he almost sounds mocking, like he wants to laugh and your brows furrow.

“step brother.”

“yeah i…i dunno, kid. you know you could have anyone on this island. m’serious, with a — a pretty face like that? shit.” he leans back, shaking his head. “even i’d help you out.”

and that’s how he gets you, right there on that couch — because fifteen minutes later he’s got you on his knees, sucking on his tip as you look up for guidance.

“yeah, yeah like that. go ahead n’start twisting your hand for me. that’s right… see, kid? don’t need your brother. you got me now.”

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[choppersconfirmedkills]

Just Flowers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (Ft. Best Friend Tess)

Word Count: 1.75k

Genre: Angst, with a bit of fluff

Warnings: Arguments, Joel being Joel, slight reference to an age gap, but it’s got fluff, not proofread

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Here’s my first Joel Fic, I’m not all that content with it, the idea I had in my head didn’t really its way onto the page but I felt I should post it anyways.

Summary: It’s Valentines Day and you just wanted to do something nice for Joel.

It’s raining… in February. You could swear that ever since the outbreak occurred mother nature decided to switch everything up, weather included. But the rain didn’t bother you all that much especially when you had what you were looking for and you were finally home.

Or at least whatever this hobble was that you and Joel shared could be considered. The wallpaper was ugly and tattered, springs were sticking out of the couch, and you were pretty sure it was rat-infested, but it was what you had. 

You tried to be as quiet as possible when entering the confines of the apartment knowing Tess would probably be over and sleeping and Joel trying to get some semblance of it. You didn’t wish to do that to them today because the truth is the two of them deserved just a little bit of peace. And luckily for you, they might have found it because the coast was clear. 

Taking off your soaked outerwear, you took a sigh of relief. Everything had gone according to your hopes, which meant that tomorrow was going to go swimmingly. You wanted to surprise them with a few things. You had grown to care for both of these people, it was supposed to be just strictly business but eventually, they became the closest thing you had to family. With Joel, it was a bit different though. You knew he was closed off and pushed everyone in existence away, but you couldn’t help but fall for the old grump. And you thought he deserved to feel a little bit of that care you had for him.

Click.

“Shit,” you turned around to see that the lamp was turned on and Joel and Tess were on the couch, staring at you. As if your parents caught you sneaking in after curfew. Which you technically did.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Tess was the first to speak, adjusting in her seat slightly.

“Uhhhh, dark?”

“You’re damn skippy it is, where the hell were you at this time of night?” She stood up.

“Oh, nowhere and everywhere,” you responded, knowing you were being difficult, but there was no way you were spilling this secret right now. It wasn’t even Valentine's Day yet.

“That’s not a good enough answer,” Tess replied moving to grab your face and scanning you for injuries and bite marks. Tess would never admit it but she had a soft spot for you, you were like her younger annoying sibling that she could never get rid of. She was taking mental notes of your figure when she caught sight of your bandaged hand. You winced, preparing for the barrage that was about to come your way. “Where were you?” she asked again.

“Outside,” you huffed. It was a vague answer but they both knew what it meant.

“WHAT?” Joel was screaming, enough to make you physically flinch. “You went outside the walls? Alone? What the hell were you thinking?” 

“Joel, would you chill out? You’re scaring her” Tess glared at him. “Sweetie, come with me. Let’s talk where grumpy can’t bother us.” Taking your hand Tess brought you out into the hallway. 

“No, but seriously, what the hell were you thinking?” She smacked the back of your head, eliciting an obnoxious yelp from you. “Outside the walls?”

“Tess, I can handle myself just fine. Plus I didn’t go far,” you countered.

“It’s not you that I’m worried about. Joel about damn near had a heart attack. I’ve never seen him like that. And your hand? He’s going to lose it!”

“It’s not a bite,” you answered looking down at the bandage.

“I know it’s not, you wouldn’t have come in the apartment if it was. You scared us both, Y/N. Just don’t do it again.” Tess sighed.

“I’m sorry. I won’t. But I do hope this makes up for it a little bit?” You smiled reaching into your pocket and pulling out-

“Chocolate?” She gasped pulling the bar out of your hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you smiled at her.

“How’d you even get your hands on it?”

“A lot of shifts shoveling shit, and putting up with one handsy smuggler,” you laughed, earning a scowl from her. “It’s dark chocolate so I hope it hasn’t gone bad, but I know it was your favorite from before all of this.” 

“Alright, you’re forgiven, and thank you.” She pulled you into a hug which was not something she did very often. “Now go back in there and talk to Joel. Hopefully, you’ve got some incredible sweet talk up your sleeves for this because he is pissed.” She smiled at you and walked off towards her place, leaving you to deal with the fallout of a very angry Joel.

You took one last deep breath before opening the door to your inevitable doom. 

“Are you stupid, dumb, or both?” So that’s how he was going to start this.

“Joel, I can take care of myself just fine. I did it long before you or Tess came along,” you sighed moving to look at him. When your eyes finally focused in the dark you realized, he was wet. His clothes and his hair. “Joel, did you go out there and look for me?”

“Of course I did! What else did you expect me to do? Sit here in our place and wait for you to possibly come back home?” He yelled. “What in the hell possessed you to do something so damn reckless?”

“I didn’t go far. Not even a mile outside the walls! I was out there maybe an hour tops,” you yelled back. 

“An hour is plenty enough time for you to end up dead or worse.” Bit. “Knowing you that ain’t too far off an option!”

“Are you saying that I’m stupid enough to not watch my own fucking back? I know how to survive out there! You’re not the only person in the world who can do it!” You couldn’t understand why he was so angry at you. He had no reason to be, no ulterior motive. He didn’t have to take care of you. You just worked together and were roommates essentially. And like he told you all those years ago, he won’t get attached. 

“Yes, I am. Considering you went outside the QZ, at night, past curfew, in the rain, and alone! If that ain’t stupid I don’t know what is.” He huffed.

“And would you look at that, I came out unharmed!”

“Then what the hell is this?” He grabbed your bandaged hand and held it up like it was the final clue in a murder mystery movie.

“It’s fine,” you started unwrapping it, “the bleeding stopped a while ago so I should probably take this thing off.” There it was, just a bunch of superficial cuts littered across your palm. Some as faint as a paper cut others deep enough to leave a faint scar.

“How did you possibly do that?” Joel sighed inspecting your injury. He had calmed down considerably seeing how unharmed you really were. 

“What time is it?” You asked gently pulling your arm back to you.

“2 am. Don’t avoid the question,” he nearly growled. You just ignored it, walking towards the backpack you had long since discarded on the table. Reaching in you pulled out what you had caused this argument over.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” you said facing away from him.

“Are you fucking shitting me right now? Answer my damn question, Y/N,” he grumbled, starting to get himself angry again.

“Just do it Joel, Jesus Christ.” You took his disgruntled sigh as a sign that he gave in to your ridiculous request. Being as subtle as possible you put the gift in his hands, delighting in the confused look that graced his features. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You smiled a little watching him inspect what you gave him, but then you watched as he frowned and your heart broke a little. “Flowers? You did all that just for some fucking flowers?”

“Well, I’m sorry you don’t like them,” you scowled. 

“It’s ridiculous! All that danger for a couple of fucking wildflowers. It’s not important!”

“It is to me, Joel!” You snapped.

“They’re just flowers, for fuck sake.” 

“I know I was young when this all started, but every year on Valentine’s Day, my mother and I would go out into the yard and pick flowers to bring to my father as his gift,” you paused gathering your breath in hopes to prevent your voice from breaking, and you wore you could’ve heard him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath. “My mom used to tell me that giving someone flowers was a way to show you care and that Valentine’s Day was the perfect day to do so. So I wanted to do it for you. I don’t expect anything out of you, I never have, and I know you don’t let anyone in. I just wanted to show you my appreciation for you. Give you something beautiful in this shithole of a world.”

Joel was frozen gazing over the flowers, stuck in whatever thought process he was in. It was agony for you, floating in limbo while Joel fought a war with his thoughts. You don’t know how long it was until you heard him release the breath you didn’t even notice he was holding in. “God, don’t you ever do that again, you understand me?” He relented, pulling you into a hug, a hand placed on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back. “I thought you were gone.” 

“I don’t ever plan on leaving you, Joel,” you nuzzled into his chest, content to just live within his warmth like this.

“Now, seriously, how did you hurt your hand?” he sighed.

“Oh, I guess I forgot that a lot of these things have thorns in them. It was worth it though,” You smiled looking up at him. 

“That’s because you got me weeds,” the lightest chuckle escaped him, which made your heart burst at the seams. 

“You asshole,” you lightly shoved him through your giggles, breaking away from the hug. “They are beautiful flowers!”

“You risked your life to get me weeds because that’s what these are.” You just huffed at his commentary and tried to stomp away from him. That didn’t fly with him because he pulled you back into his embrace, holding you even tighter this time. “But thank you,” he whispered into the crown of your head, leaving a ghost of a kiss there.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Slingshot x Reader

fun fact when i play phighting i only ever play slingshot, specifically cozy shot ive never learned how to play any other phighters so i am only sling, oh onetime on conquer i got 308 points, everyone in the server was dumb founded that i managed to be on point that long, anyways have sling dating hcs!

- You’ll be so honest, you are dating the demonification (personification) of a cat, who can also bake

- Slingshot is an amazing partner, so many things about him contribute to that fact, he bakes as a hobby and profession meaning he always has fresh pastries for you? And he can change recipes to be allergy conscious if need be, with the baking he smells divine due to working with sugar and and fruit all day, if you ever steal any piece of clothing he owns that thing smells like Thieves Rest

- He is a huge cuddle bug, if you aren’t a very touchy person he respects that but if you allow whenever he’s not at work he is clung onto your side like a gods damn koala, he also genuinely purrs (hybrid head canons my beloved), you’re not convinced he isn’t a cat in a demon costume, but if he is then that is the cuddliest cat in the whole Inphinity

- His hair isn’t long per say but it is long enough that he puts it up while working, if you have any experience doing any form of updo he lets you braid or even just put his hair into a ponytail for him, he has a collection of hair ties that go with his uniform apron but that he switches out based on certain factors, it really depends

- When he first introduced you to Shuriken and Vinestaff he warned you and was right as the first thing they did was give you a shovel talk*, you tried to take it seriously but they bickered about it like six times and it was a little hard to focus on their words when they had a classic sibling slap fight in the middle of it, but they did approve of you and eventually got used to seeing you at their apartment, since they’re both very family oriented you were almost an honorary family member, technically your lover was also an honorary family member but he was just considered actual family by the siblings

- You better be ready to be shown Slingshot’s entire collection of fancy expensive shoes (i am not a sneaker head forgive any inaccuracies in this) you also better be ready to take better care of your own shoes, cleaning them regularly, wearing specific ones only for certain terrain, and gods forbid you crease them, he will get a random sense of dread, and when he finds out, woo boy, you’re in trouble

- Unfortunately he does have one drawback, being a baker his hours are horrendous, working late to prep pastries for the next day, and then waking up at the butt crack of dawn to also prep pasties, sure he doesn’t work everyday but seeing as between the three workers he’s the one who handles the baking when he does work it’s a lot of work

- His love language is gift giving, specially baked goods, honestly that shouldn’t be a surprise, he makes someone’s favorite pastries or just what they requested or he’ll even what he thinks they’ll like and gift it to them, you receive so many cookies and brownies, though you can’t complain really as free food is free food, especially when it’s made by your lover

- His dates are usually more low key or low energy, since his job is rather busy and has the aforementioned atrocious hours he prefers more calm dates, a lazy day being couch potatos or ordering take out and doing a puzzle, he prefers those dates to be at your place since his roommates are… loud to say the least

- Slingshot’s not as into big long kisses he prefers little kisses, short little mwahs on the lips or nose is his favorite, if you want to he can do more passionate kisses but he prefers short and sweet ones, since he isn’t as kissy he shows his affection with head bonks and rubbing your hand when he’s holding it

i’m debating being a baker, my main hobby is baking it helps me destress and i do it at least once a week but i dunno, my chronic pain may object to that, anyways hope these were good!

*the act of the family member(s) or close friend(s) of a partner giving a threat to the significant other warning to not hurt them, can be comedic or serious

[chitty-chitty-bang-bang-bang]

Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents headcanons [pt.2]

[Part 1] [Part 3]

Author’s note: I love writing this shit to a very unhealthy degree. I might make a oneshots out of this later. Also does anyone know Deacon’s nationality? Some say Polish, others say German. I’m still not sure.

Also, if some of you want pt. 3, please let me know what scenarios would you want me to explore specifically, because I am running out of ideas a bit…

When you first appeared in the house, Viago found some old suitcase in the attic and proposed that you’ll sleep in it, until they get you an actual casket.

You tried it, but couldn’t really slumber because of the constant nightmares and it was too scary to open the lid, because of the sun.

So you started sharing a coffin with Viago, at least until you felt calmer.

It resulted in him sacrificing a bit of his sleep to your rather constant tossing and turning, but he quickly got used to it.

He sang you German lullabies to put you to sleep or whispered some calming affirmations (you didn’t understand a word, but it was sweet).

He found these moments so precious, that he actually got upset, when you obtained your own coffin and started sleeping separately in the attic.

Since the attic was now technically your room, Vlad, Viago and Deacon decided to help you decorate it to your liking, so you went on the town basically robbing thrift stores and supermarkets by hypnotising the cashiers.

They helped you assemble the random ikea furniture you got, even though neither of you could understand the instructions on the box.

In your free time, you’ll often find yourself hanging around in Vladislav’s room, posing for his portraits. He likes your expressiveness, it really gives his paintings the right look. And so you won’t get bored sitting there for hours, he asks you about your life before you became a vampire.

You also speak a lot of Romanian together, because Vlad wanted you to know another language, so he only communicated to you in Romanian for a while and you unwillingly started to understand it with time.

If you miss your family, he will take you to your childhood home. Of course, you can’t really interact with them anymore, but you can at least watch and it might make you feel a bit better to know they are still living a good life and that they miss you just as much.

At one point all three of them realise, that you would benefit from some friends within your age group. So they take you out to an arcade pretty early in the evening.

Unfortunately, living with ancient vampires kind of killed any chance for your social skills to develop properly, so you ended up scaring a bunch of kids and getting very upset.

To compensate for it, Deacon called you along to watch videos on the laptop, that Stu set up. You accidentally stumbled upon Bill Nye reuploads and binged them together, because you thought he’s the smartest person to ever roam the earth.

All of them have some kind of a default nickname for you. Viago calls you “Mäuschen” (little mouse), Vlad calls you very simply “Child” and to Deacon you are “Rodent”.

Stu and Nick are kind of like uncles/siblings to you. When the three have to leave somewhere, they usually leave them to babysit you. You have a lot of fun together! Since all three of you still remember what it’s like to actually be a living and breathing human, you get to talk more about recent news and events, rather than reminisce about the past.

You are also the only person in the group, who can’t really steal your clothes from victims, since neither of the vampires is very keen on killing children. Mostly, they ask their newfound werewolf friends to pick something up for you during the day or steal it themselves during the night.

Considering you can’t go to a normal school, they decided to teach you at home. Vlad teaches you literacy and art, Viago teaches you sciences and history and Deacon teaches you actually important shit like hypnotising tax collectors, draining the blood of your victims into mason jars and looking cool as fuck.

If you call Viago “dad”, he will be over the goddamn moon. It’s like he accomplished a goal he didn’t even know he set.

If you call Vladislav your dad, for a moment he would almost feel this long forgotten warmth in his chest. It’s like his heart started to beat again.

If you refer to Deacon as “dad”, he will be very startled and confused at first. It’s a weird feeling for him to have someone trust him and depend on him so much. He won’t admit it, but he really loved that emotion.

The more you are around, the more they get into being parental figures.

Tagging people who asked for part two: @italakthoughts and @rthounasty (this is a fire username btw)

[kiwisandpearls]

Reckless

Svarog and Clara x Platonic! Gn! Young! Reader

Summary: Svarog and Clara love you deeply as family, but they both wish you would stop running straight into danger and would have at least a bit of self-preservation.

Warnings: the reader being gender neutral and using they/them pronouns, Clara and Svarog potentially being out of character, injury and mentions of potential death but nothing more.

“(Y/n), I think you really need to be more careful…” Clara placed another bandaid on a small scrape on your knee.

“Come on, Clara, relax, I’m fine! See? Nothing that a few bandaids can’t fix up.” Clara looks up at you with a slightly disapproving look, and then closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh.

“You always say that,” Clara opens her eyes and looks up at you again with a worried look in her eyes, “but what if just ‘a few bandaids’ won’t be enough? What if you come back with worse injuries? What if you—”

“Clara,” You grabbed onto Clara’s and looked at her with a soft smile on your face, “don’t worry. This is your sibling we’re talking about. I’ll be fine.” Clara looked at you with an unsatisfied expression, causing you to sigh.

“Fine, if I promise not to get into as much trouble anymore, will you trust me?…And…not tell Svarog what happened.” Clara blinked at you before responding.

“Promise me?” You chuckled, “I promise.”

After Clara treated all your injuries you decided to take a walk around the Robot Settlement. You hoped that you wouldn’t bump into Svarog during your walk, as you didn’t want him to see your injuries and find out about what you did. While not by much, you were still technically older than Clara, but that didn’t make Svarog any less protective of you, as he sees you the same way that he sees Clara, as family. In fact, he was partially more protective of you due to your reckless attitude and inability to sense danger. Svarog wouldn’t do anything “bad” per se, but whenever he found about your injuries from your recklessness, he would scold you. Which is fine . . . but it would get annoying after a while.

You sighed. Really, the only reason as to why you were so reckless was because you wanted to help the Robot Settlement. All the injuries you got were from monsters attacking you as you collected materials and medicines that the Robot Settlement needed. Of course your self-destructive attitude plus your zero self-preservation probably didn’t help. At the end of the day though, you just wanted to be useful. Clara was good with gadgets and robots and Svarog was good at fighting. But you? You weren’t really good at anything, at least in your mind.

“(Y/n).” A voice said. You froze, you recognized that robotic voice from anywhere. You could practically feel his gaze staring into you. Slowly and nervously you turned around to meet giant robot you proclaimed as your family, Svarog.

“Heeey, Svarog…? You doing good?” You tried your best to hide your bandaged arm behind your back, praying he didn’t see it early.

“Affirmative. May I ask what you are doing out here?” You gave Svarog a fake smile, trying your hardest to not let your anxiety be known.

“Oh y’know…just…taking a walk.” Svarog slightly nodded, then stayed silent for a few seconds.

“May I ask something else?” Your fake smile slightly twitched as you silently prayed Svarog wouldn’t ask about your bandage.

“Sure! Ask away.” Please don’t mention the bandage please don’t mention the bandage please don’t—

“May I ask why your arm is wrapped in a bandage?” You internally screamed.

“Oh! I uhh…just— bumped it on the table.” Svarog silently stared at you, as if seeing through you. You knew that in some way, he probably didn’t believe you.

“Alright. Please be more careful.” Another twitch in your fake smile. “Of course.” Svarog walks off. When he was far enough that he wouldn’t see you, you sighed. ‘Be more careful’. That’s what they always said. You knew everyone who said that meant well but you hated that phrase. It felt like no one truly understood why you did what you did.

You just shook off your thoughts and looked towards the Vagrant Camp, and started walking towards it, trying to take your mind off of everything. As you walked into the camp you could hear two vagrants whispering to each other about something. You slowly slid closer to hear what they were saying.

“We’re probably gonna need more supplies,” One whispered.

“Yeah, but where are we gonna get them?” The other responded. They both stayed silent for a second before the other hesitantly opened their mouth again.

“We could try the Outlying Snow Plains…” The other hesitantly pointed out. The first vagrant’s head snapped up to look at the other in pure disbelief.

“Are you crazy?!” The first whisper-yelled, “that place is swarming with monsters, plus it’s cold as hell!” The other raised their hands up in defeat.

“It was just a suggestion,” they sighed, exasperated. They then crossed their arms, “But it could work! There were some abandoned building there! There could be some supplies that are still good in them.” The first sighed as well.

“You’re right. But still, how are we supposed to get them? We’re just a pair of vagrants, we’re not strong like Svarog or those Trailblazer guys.” The second looked down, defeated. You, still far enough to not be spotted but close enough to at least what they were saying, stared at them in thought. They were right in a way, the Outlying Snow Plains were really dangerous for regular old people like the vagrants and you. But that hasn’t stopped you before. You looked down at your bandaged arm, thinking between heeding Svarog’s words, or doing what your heart said you should. Sure, Svarog was right, you needed to be careful, but those guys needed supplies! Plus, it’s not like your gonna be out there too long, so nothing bad should happen…

Right?

When no one was looking you slipped out of the Robot Settlement and headed to the Overworld, to the Outlying Snow Plains; with nothing but a bag for the supplies you’d get. When you finally reached the Outlying Snow Plains you instantly realized that vagrant was not lying at all, the Outlying Snow Plains were cold as hell. You breathed into your hands and rubbed them together hoping they’d get warm as you shuddered in the cold winds. Despite the cold, you were prepared to go on and get those supplies. You slowly walked uphill to reach where the abandoned houses were, kicking your legs up and shaking them from time to time to get the snow out and rubbing your arms with the winds picked up. But then, finally, you made it; you made to the top of your uphill walk, seeing a few abandoned houses.

Finally, oh thank all that’s holy, finally. You walked over to one of the abandoned houses and walk in since…well there was no door. You looked around, wondering where to look first; when you decided to pick corner of the house. You got on your knees and slowly started digging through the snow, occasionally stopping to warm up your hands and rubbing them together. Finally you felt something glass-like touch your hand, and you quickly dug it up to find it was a bottle of alcohol. You humorlessly laughed and stuffed it in your bag, deciding to only check if the supplies were still good when you got back to the Robot Settlement. You kept digging, finding a thin roll of bandages, a few rations, and another bottle of alcohol. You placed them all in your bag and got up, as you decided it’d be a good idea to leave now, before anything noticed you were there.

And then you felt it, the sensation that someone was right behind you, staring into your back. You slowly turned around to see an Everwinter Shadewalker, just as it’s weapon was being swung down to hit you.

“Mr. Svarog, Mr. Svarog!” Svarog turned to the white-haired child’s voice as she ran over to him.

“What is it, Clara?” Svarog inquired Clara, “Are you hurt?” Clara shook her head as she looked up at Svarog with tears in her eyes.

“It’s (Y/n)! I don’t know when they did but…I think they ran out to get supplies on their own again!” Clara sniffled before she continued her story, “I— I asked everyone if they saw them leave and they all said no, but that some news are spread around that there could be some important supplies in the Outlying Snow Plains, and I— I—” Before Clara continued she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I think they went there to go get them.” She whispered. Svarog stared at her, thinking for a moment, before he answered her.

“Clara, please remain here. I will bring by (Y/n). Prepare bandages and disinfectant in case something happens.” Clara softly smiled and ran back to the Vagrant Camp. She then suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Svarog, “Will…will (Y/n) be ok?” When Svarog didn’t answer her, Clara continued, “I’m sure they’ll be ok…I hope.” Clara turned back around and continued to run back to the Vagrant Camp.

“As do I,” Svarog said.

You held your bleeding arm, the one you had used to block the strike from the Shadewalker. The bandages on that arm has completely been ripped off. Somehow, when your arm got struck, you managed to run out of the house. You stopped clutching your arm and used both of your hands to hold on to your bag, turning it away from the ever stalking closer Shadewalker.

“I…I won’t let you have this! This is for everyone in the Robot Settlement! So don’t think I’ll just hand it to you,” You hissed, trying to ignore the searing pain in your arm. The Shadewalker ignored your words however and jumped up, as it then struck you in the shoulder, causing you to scream out in pain and stumble backwards. You turned around and clutched your bag close to your chest, as you had your back act as a shield for your bag. You screamed once more as the Shadewalker struck you on the back. You dropped to your knees as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. This was the end for you, you just knew it. You flew too close to the sun this time. You braced yourself for another painful strike to the back, as your body threatened to collapse, slowly hearing it get closer to you again.

That was until you felt a large robotic hand place itself in front of you to keep you front collapsing into the cold snow. You then heard what you believed to be a laser being fired presumably hitting the Shadewalker as you then heard it die. Finally, you heard nothing more than the sound of your own labored breath and the winds all around you. You slowly opened an eye to see what had caught you, when, through your blurry vision, you caught the glimpse of a very familiar looking robot hand. You opened your other eye and turned your gaze upwards to the person whose hand it belonged to, only to see Svarog staring down at you. You finally allowed to tears to spill as you weakly smiled up at him.

“Thanks for…catching me,” was the last thing you heard yourself murmur before everything went dark.

When you woke, you felt yourself being carried by someone. You opened your eyes and looked up to see it was Svarog who was carrying you. You felt too tired to say anything, so you just stared at him for a bit, recollecting your thoughts. That’s when remembered what happened. The bag. You quickly looked down (or looked down as quickly as you could in your weakened state) to see you were still holding onto the bag, supplies and all. You let out a sigh, which clearly didn’t go unnoticed by Svarog as he slowed down and looked down at you.

“You are now awake,” Svarog stated.

“So it would seem,” you whispered in a raspy voice; as you weakly smiled at him, “I’m guessing we’re back to the Robot Settlement?” You asked him.

“Affirmative. I would’ve treated your wounds the moment I found you but it would not fair well in the climate we were in,” Svarog looked up again, “Not only that, but your wounds you too deep.” He slowly picked up the pace, not enough to jostle you but enough for you to at least notice. “Fortunately, I was able to stop your bleeding with some of the supplies you had collected.” You humorlessly laughed once more.

“Would you look at that? They actually came in handy,” You rasped out. Svarog didn’t answer you, so you just turned your gaze to where Svarog was looking, noticing that you two were indeed in the Robot Settlment. You also noticed Clara running up to your two, holding some bandages and disinfectant.

“Mr. Svarog! (Y/n)!” Clara cried out. Svarog slowed to a stop and slowly and carefully laid you down to the ground, yet he still held your shoulders to keep you upright; careful not to touch the scar on your back.

“(Y/n)! Thank goodness, you’re ok…” Clara immediately started to unwrap the bandages Svarog had wrapped around your body in order to assess the wounds.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Only thanks to Svarog,” You looked back up Svarog who only looked back at you, not responding to what you said. You, feeling guilty under Svarog’s gaze, looked away as Clara took care of your wounds. You three sat in silence before Clara huffed, as she finished rewrapping your wounds with bandages. You looked back at her, noticing the small amount of tears in her eyes.

“Oh Clara, please don’t cry. I’m still alive aren’t I?” You tried to comfort her, putting your good hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you with an sad expression on her face.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this again. This time you could’ve actually…” Clara looked down and trailed off. You looked down as well.

“Clara is right, (Y/n),” Svarog finally spoke up, “it is true that while you were alright this time, there is a high percentage you may not be able to make it next time.” You let go of Clara’s shoulder and held your bad arm.

“I know but…” You drew in a breath before continue, “It’s just…you two have stuff that your get at that can help the settlement in one way or another. Clara, you’re great with fixing robots and Svarog you fight really well. Me on the other hand? I have no skills, so…I just wanted to be useful in some way…y’know…?” As you finished explain you looked up at Clara to see her heartbroken expression, which just made you feel worse.

“You…you thought you were useless…?” Clara questioned. You nodded, all your attention focused on the floor. “Oh, (Y/n)…” Clara quietly murmured before enveloping you in a hug, which you reciprocated. You two sat there hugging each other for a bit while Svarog kneeled behind both of you, silently watching, before piping up again.

“We do not believe you are useless (Y/n). You are family, and that is enough for us,” He continues, “even then, if you still want to collect supplies, let me know so I may accompany you.” You finally let go of Clara and looked at the robot.

“You got it, Svarog,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

While you knew your insecurities wouldn’t go away that quickly, it was nice knowing you had a family who genuinely cared for you and wanted you say. On that day you decided, perhaps it’s a good idea to start being a little less reckless.

Oof this was long, also sorry if the ending kinda sucks I didn’t know how to end it. I hope you like this.

that’s all I gotta say bye now lol

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Ikemen Vampire - Napoleon x Reader - Family Fic

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Summary: After helping Isaac with a problem in town, Napoleon comes back home to celebrate his birthday with his family. He wasn't gone for too long. Then why it felt like he did?

I started this one for his birthday last year... probably lost most of what i wanted to do with this back then so it doesn't sounds as much like a birthday fic

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“Sorry for having you come with me,” Isaac said, as soon as they stepped out of the carriage back at the mansion. “I know you would have wanted to spend your whole birthday with your family…”

“It’s fine.” Napoleon ruffled Isaac’s hair, making him step back, and Napoleon chuckled at the reaction. “I understand why you would want help, and it was nice to spend a couple of hours with you.”

“Thank you.”Isaac gave him a shy smile. “And happy birthday.”

“Thank you too. Have a good day.”

Napoleon thought of Isaac as a little brother, although he was technically the younger one. He was part of the new family Napoleon had become a part of since he found himself in this place and time. Building his own family didn’t change that.

Speaking of family, he quickly spotted his oldest daughter running up to him just as Isaac left.

“Papa! Papa! You’re back!”

Napoleon caught the little girl as she threw herself at him, laughing and ruffling her hair.

“Did you miss me, ma petite princesse? Or have you been up to something while I was gone?”

His daughter laughed.

“I was helping mama!”

“Really? And what have you been helping her with?”

She only pointed further into the garden, giggling.

He carried her there, knowing you were planning some sort of birthday surprise.

The big, improvised tent was unexpected, though. In front of it, there was a small table with covered plates.

“Is this what you were helping mama with?”

“Uncle helped make this. I wanted to camp! Can we? Uncle said mama can’t sleep with us.”

He had nothing idea which uncle she was talking about, but it sounded like he knew what he was doing.

“Of course we can camp. But your uncle is right. Mama has to sleep on a bed because of the baby.”

“Mama can’t ever do cool things anymore because of the baby.” She pouted.

“That’s why you will help me watch over her, won’t you?”

His daughter gave him a serious look and a sharp nod.

“I will protect mama and my siblings.” She looked down thoughtfully, then up at him again. “I will protect papa too.”

“Oh, you will?” He laughed, kissing her forehead. “I will be counting on you, then.”

He put her on the ground, and she ran inside shouting.

“Mama! Mama! Papa said we can camp here!”

Inside the tent, someone had set a blanketed area for your youngest daughter to play that was filled with her stuffed toys. She currently looked like she was sleeping, only frowning at the noise.

And another area where you were sitting, reading, but you stood up as the two of them walked in.

“He did? That’s wonderful dear. Just don’t give him much trouble, okay?”

“She’s never too much trouble.” Napoleon walked inside and kissed you, making your daughter giggle.

“Was the problem with Isaac solved?”

“Yes. And it seems you have been busy while I was gone. If it had been anything else, I would say it’s quite suspicious.”

“I didn’t plan for this to be a secret, but I couldn’t help and take advantage of the opportunity.” You kissed him back. “You always insist on helping.”

“I like when we do things together.”

“You can help me any other day.”

“Didn’t the kids give you trouble?”

“The boys helped with this, and with the little one.”

“And I helped Mama cook!” Your daughter declared proudly.

“She might have gotten your skills.” You smiled, patting her head. “She might even get better at it than you when she grows up.”

“No. Papa will always be number one.” She beamed at him.

“You have that much trust in me?” He laughed. “I’m honored. But I don’t mind if you get better than me. I look forward to when you’re old enough to cook on your own.”

“I will make the best birthday dinner then!”

“That’s my girl!”

He would be proud of her, no matter what.

“Papa! Come see what we made!” She called, taking him by the hand to pull him outside.

But she stopped as another voice called up.

“Pa!”

The little one had woken up, and she abandoned her toys to try to crawl towards him.

Your older daughter looked up at him, then at her baby sister, let go of his hand and ran to the younger girl.

“You too, baby.” She laughed, crouching next to her sister.

“I’ll get her.” Napoleon told her.

“I can do it, Papa.”

But the little girl only used her sister’s help to stand up on her unsteady little feet.

You stepped closer. She was learning to walk, and hadn’t managed more than a few steps.

Napoleon crouched down where he was.

“Come here with Papa, then,” he encouraged, although he was sure she wouldn’t manage to get that far. But you were close to help, so he waited there.

“Go on.” Your older daughter nudged the little girl.

She let go of her sister, taking a wavering step, then another. Her sister stood up and carefully chased her.

Three steps. Four. Five. She slowly got closer to him, between excited giggles.

She didn’t get there, but when she finally lost her footing, she was close enough Napoleon only bent a little forward to catch her.

“Good job, ma petite! You’re getting better at it!” Napoleon laughed proudly, as the little girl snuggled up to him. “Next time you will get there.”

“Did it take so long for me to walk?” The older girl asked.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Babies take a while to find their balance and strength. But soon she will be running all over the place with you, too.”

“She might need more food. Can we have lunch now?”

“Of course.” Napoleon laughed. “Food is good to make you grow stronger, isn’t it? Let’s get you all fed, shall we?”

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I HEARD YOU TAKE UNHINGED HEADCANON RANTS AND THIS GAYASS FISH HAS RUINED MY LIFE

I have a 2012 rewrite au, and I fell down a rabbit hole solely based on the hc that Xever saw shredder as a vague father figure, and then like all of his interactions with Karai are always “Do you want me to call dad?” “I will kill you?!” “Alright..”

THEY ARE SIBLINGS AND YOU CANT TELL ME IM WRONG

Also there’s enough problematic men in the foot, so I just… hit him w the “I’m not a creep!” ray and he’s just some dude

This is a theatre kid, this man is a professional yapper. Shredder’s mad at him? Turn the conversation around to how sad shredders life is and that he shouldn’t have to be forced to commit atrocities because of Hamato Yoshi. He’s a pr girlie

Also, WHYS HE SO ZESTY????

“I HEARD YOU TAKE UNHINGED HEADCANON RANTS”

Okay, firstly, what grape vine is talking about me and why?

Secondly-

Can you headcanon your own AU?? Is that possible?? Is that a thing people do?? All the potential to say “I think this would be a neat canon” but isn’t not actually canon- this sounded better with every word that came out of my mouth. I am doing this.

AU HEADCANONS, BABY.

I AM THE AU COLLECTOR AND COMMENTER

(Evidently. I’m not sure how that happened, tbh-)

GIMME EVERY AU CONCEPT YOU GOT SO I MAY FEAST

Fair warning to all- when I am invested in a idea, I don’t know how to shut up. So. If you give me an ask, you’re agreeing to everything that comes after. I am not liable for incoming rants.

Xever is all kind of zesty (in AU and canon) because it makes him notable and fun!

I love so many interactions with him and Raphael in canon. There was no better character for him to “understand” than Xever, mkay, I absolutely loved how Baxter's Gambit was handled. They would have been SUCH a duo had they not chosen different sides to fight on and HECK YEAH with the Shredder father figure AU.

In the canon, I wondered about a few things a lot- like, Shredder hunted this man down and broke him out of jail to join his crime syndicate. And for someone who’s supposed to be the best of the best, that man is no match for the turtles. Got to wonder why Shredder wasted his time on Xever or bothered keeping him around after he got mutated when he was such a hassle as a fishy…

He even went as far as keeping a kidnapped scientist to build working legs and breathable air suit for the guy. Like, in all seriousness, for a big evil crime lord who threatens to off them every day, he sure is intent on keeping his lackies around.

BUT ANWAYS-

In regards to your AU, THANK YOU for taking away his creep act because that’s the main reason that he’s not a top fave for me. I don’t know why they reversed the “I’m not a creep” ray for canon, but I guess it was an experiment that they took way too far and couldn’t bring themselves to back out of.

As Karai is an expert manipulator, I’d like to know if she gets her skills from him or if he does from her- or if they adapt from each other. He feeds into the dad’s drama while Karai could not be more fed up with it. The clash over this topic so often. I can see it.

I think it would be ironic for Karai to have an older brother figure who eventually gets brought into the found family because Leo would have to adapt to having MORE older relatives. I like the idea of Xever being a “cousin”, because that would technically make her a cousin too, and Karai sure acts like she’s more of a bossy cousin than an older sister. So it works out.

NO WAIT

Xever has a villain name, right? 😱

Mikey has to villain name a villain mutant- it’s like, 2012TMNT law.

BEING AN AU IS NO EXCUSE /jk

(Completely messing with you. Do as you want.)

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 7)

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape and gore

Word Count: 7k

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My grandmother was set upon hearing it from a firsthand witness. ‘It’ being whether or not King Joffrey truly was a beast, or whether he was over exaggerated. I had a feeling deep inside of me that he was the first, but my grandmother desired to speak with Sansa Stark either way, for who else but she would know?

That was how I found myself sitting with my grandmother and Margaery in the gardens, patiently waiting for Loras to retrieve the girl from her chambers. I resigned to the covered balcony in the meantime, for it was much quieter and I could watch the sea. 

“Is it too much?”

I turned to look at Margaery as she approached me, and gave her a slight nod. She was of course referring to the various members of our family who had decided to join us in King’s Landing, as they constantly populated the gardens and were currently quite loud with their chatter.

“I would complain about how many men and women came with us from Highgarden, but I know it helps you and grandmother feel more familiar in this horrid place, and that’s enough for me,” I told her, leaning over to kiss her hair as she came to my side and linked our arms. There was so much in life that burdened me, but to be her older sister was never one of them. I supposed I’d been enamored with my siblings from the moment they came into the world, and I’d taken it upon myself to protect and care for them in any way that I could.

“I don’t know how you manage it,” Margaery said, sighing and leaning her head on my shoulder. I returned the gesture, laying my head on top of hers. 

“Manage what?”

“Being here without any… any friends.”

I smiled softly and looked down.

“I have you, grandmother, and Loras. That’s quite enough for me. Most of my friends at home are soldiers anyway, and I get quite enough of them here. Plus, Ser Elias arrived in the capital a few days ago and it has certainly made me much happier,” I assured her, hand coming up to gently rub her back. His wife had finally given birth; it was a healthy young boy.

“Well, at least there’s that. On the subject of soldiers, though, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I overheard Father talking with Loras yesterday. Some of our men had quite the brawl with the Lannister soldiers, it seems,” Margaery confessed, giving me quite the shock in doing so. Our men had never been indecent, it was something I demanded of them. You can only keep and command such a large army with rules of behavior and decorum in place, and I’d certainly done so in my father’s stead. That’s why I was rather shocked, because what on earth would have caused such a thing to happen? 

“What? What happened, and how is it that Father knows before I do? Yes, they’re technically his armies, but he appointed me head of it years ago for a reason. Usually I’m the first to know when these things happen,” I wondered aloud, also somewhat frustrated by the fact that my father had not even had the sense to tell me such a thing. Nor had anyone else, for that matter, which was especially odd. I usually got quick reports when brawls happened, even if they were rare.

“Well, from what I heard… it was about you,” Margaery noted, and I could hear the hesitation in her voice. I got the sense that she knew more than she was letting on and did not entirely want to tell me.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, apparently two Lannister soldiers were making harsh insults and rather…tasteless comments about you. That was what made our men lunge,” she explained, making me exhale through my nose. I wasn’t surprised in the least.

I’d dealt with men from other armies and groups for quite some time, and just like any woman, I’d been subjected to plenty of insults and lewd comments for nearly my entire life as well. At the very least, it felt good to know my soldiers had my back and would not allow my name to be tarnished in such a way.

“Is Father afraid I’ll be upset?”

“I’m not certain. He told Loras he was meeting with Lord Tywin so they could discuss the conflict. They were supposed to meet yesterday, I believe. I meant to tell you beforehand, but I didn’t see you,” she informed me, making my dread even worse. Dear gods, why had my father thought that going to Tywin Lannister without even mentioning it to me was the best option?

“Don’t worry yourself with it, Margaery. I’m just- I’m quite frustrated that Father did such a thing. He undermined my authority and made me look weak in doing so, even if he didn’t realize it. I’ll speak to Lord Tywin today and clear things up. After this whole interrogation is done, anyway,” I remarked, shaking my head with sheer anger. Of all the things for him to do.

“(Y/N)! Come here, you’ve received a letter.”

I turned around at the sound of my grandmother’s voice, finding Ser Elias standing beside her. I raised a quizzical eyebrow at Margaery, but she shrugged and followed behind me as we approached the two of them.

“A letter?”

“A Lannister soldier brought it,” Ser Elias explained, scratching his short, dark beard. I took it from his free hand and inspected it carefully; the seal was the Lannister sigil, not that of the Hand. Confused and somewhat curious, I opened it and quickly discovered—by the noticeable handwriting of course—that it was in fact from Lord Tywin. I quickly began to read.

Lady (Y/N),

The smith that I requested from Essos arrived in King’s Landing yesterday. I’m asking you to accompany me today, as I’m unfortunately busy the rest of the week, and presume that you would like the sword finished sooner rather than later. Bring your blade and meet me in the stables.

-Tywin Lannister

I smiled as I folded it back up, slipping it into the pockets of my dress. I would finally make this weapon mine, and that thought was thrilling. 

“Would you accompany me to my chambers and then to the stables, Ser Elias? There is something I need to get,” I asked rather vaguely. He nodded, but my grandmother raised an eyebrow. 

“So, you get some letter and suddenly you’re exempt from this? Shame on you, dear. You ought to care more about your sister's future husband,” she lectured, to which I merely laughed, nodding at her with sarcastic agreement. She was only playing, of course.

“It is from the Lord Hand, grandmother, it would be rude to leave him waiting,” I said, voice full of insincerity. Both my grandmother and Margaery laughed, giving each other a knowing look. 

“Oh yes! The Lord Hand, gods forbid he do anything that isn’t on his own time or in his own interest. Go on then, attend to whatever damned thing he’s mentioned. All I ask is that you try not to end an alliance while doing it,” my grandmother scoffed, waving me off. 

I merely smiled and gave her an ambiguous shrug, walking away with Ser Elias at my side. As I left, I heard Margaery whisper something which I couldn’t make out. Well, it wasn’t of any importance to me, but the laughs the two of them let out while gazing in my direction were certainly curious. 

“So, may I ask what the letter said?” Ser Elias inquired after a moment, turning his head toward me and raising an eyebrow at the sheer excitement on my face. He, more than most, was quite aware of my hatred for Lord Tywin, and so naturally I was sure he thought I’d gone insane.

“A smith has arrived from Essos, one that knows how to work Valyrian steel. Lord Tywin summoned him for me, for nothing moves men like gold does. Either way, I want to get my sword reworked. You’ve seen how big it is right now, I could probably get at least two daggers off the thing,” I explained, feeling myself absolutely beam at the thought. Ser Elias had already seen the sword—in fact, it had been one of the first things I’d shown him when he’d arrived in King’s Landing. Still, the blade had been big for him, and he was around 6’6”. I suspected the man who’d split my side with the thing was at least 7 feet tall. 

“It was rather kind of Lord Tywin to do that. We’ll have quite a lot of fun practicing once you’re able to wield the blade. Though, I’m afraid I’m not very well suited for going against you if you’re using two daggers,” he noted, making me smile to myself.

“I know you’re sick of hearing me complain, so I won’t comment upon your first sentiment, but yes, I agree, practice will be fun. As for daggers, the man I was practicing with before you got here seemed to be rather good with that kind of combat. Perhaps I could ask him to join us at some point,” I suggested, walking through the keep and up various flights of stairs without anything more than the gentlest pain. My wound practically was fully healed now, even if there was still the slightest hint of pain. As far as the maesters were concerned though, I could do whatever I wanted to without worrying about it. It had been 10 years since hearing something had made me so happy. 

“By all means, ask him. Gods know that you’re far too advanced for me now,” Ser Elias replied, chuckling to himself as we approached my room. We’d gotten here rather quickly, much to my surprise. 

“Well, I’d like to remind you that you’re the only reason I am so advanced. You were my first teacher, Elias, and I’ll always be grateful for it,” I said, making sure he wouldn’t forget that fact. He was the one who’d made me passionate about fighting, and who knows if another teacher would’ve done the same?

He only smiled as he pulled the door open for me, and I quickly went to grab the sword. I was impossibly giddy, like a child again. It was already beautiful, I could hardly comprehend how breathtaking it would be once it had a handle to match my armor.

“Can you sheathe it while we walk to the stables? I fear a woman walking around with a sword as big as that might raise lots of eyebrows and questions,” I asked Ser Elias, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind me. He instantly nodded, putting it in his belt and walking a step or two behind me on our way to the stables, for it wouldn’t have seemed proper to any nobles that we passed by if he was next to me.

It thankfully didn’t take very long to get there either, and when we arrived I found Lord Tywin waiting for me. Both of our horses were prepared, and though I didn’t notice it, so were the ones of two Lannister guards.

“Lord Tywin,” I nodded at him, and he did the same in turn, also replying with a brief ‘Lady (Y/N)’. He looked Ser Elias over then, presumably because he was quite tall, and was especially so while standing next to me. I turned back to look at him, and he handed me the sword. Lord Tywin only stood and watched. 

“Thank you, Ser. No need to accompany us, Lord Tywin and I should be fine,” I reasoned, to which he simply bowed his head and left. I did not want Ser Elias to be there if my bickering with the Lord Hand got particularly bad. Plus, the two of us had done fine on our own the last time we’d rode through King’s Landing, and we were only going to the street of steel anyway.

“Quite the man, isn’t he?” Lord Tywin said suddenly, pulling his eyes away from the door and looking at me now. I shrugged, handing him the sword so that he could sheathe it for the same reason that I’d had Ser Elias do so.

“Ser Elias has been my guard and closest friend since I was a girl. I suppose I’m used to his height. He’s really not that intimidating at all,” I replied, mounting my horse and looking over as Lord Tywin did the same. He said nothing back, but there was a vague annoyance on his face that I couldn’t figure out. He grumbled something, though I didn’t hear it. I considered asking, but I knew it was not addressed towards me or it would’ve been audible. Lord Tywin was not the kind of man to speak softly.

We spurred the horses, riding casually down the main road of the Red Keep. As we did, I realized two Lannister guards were riding behind us. So much for going on our own, then.

“You know, Lord Tywin, if you were going to have your men accompany us, I could’ve had Ser Elias come instead,” I told him, wondering why he hadn’t protested. Ser Elias and I combined would’ve been ten times more effective than the two fools with us.

“I’m aware,” the Old Lion replied curtly, not even bothering to look at me as he said it. I sighed, knowing that just like always I was going to have to put up with his foul moods before he warmed up.

“There’s no need to be rude, Lord Tywin. I don’t know what has you in such a bad mood, but you did invite me here today, so there’s no point in being bitter. Unless you’re merely afraid of looking happy in front of your men,” I told him, grinning as a sudden urge developed in my head. Before he could say anything, I turned to look back at the guards. I couldn’t see their eyes, but I could feel their discomfort at my observation of them.

“What do you think, gentlemen? Wouldn’t you like to see Lord Tywin smile for once?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at them to suggest I wanted a reply. The two looked between each other and gave me a silent nod, for my word was less incriminating than their lord hearing them say yes. Satisfied, I turned back to Lord Tywin and laughed quietly.

“The vote is unanimous, my lord, you’re allowed to cheer up,” I announced, grinning. He only stayed quiet, and my smile faltered. Even as we left the Red Keep, he still remained silent, and I was beginning to grow irritated. Usually he would at least show frustration and entertain me; right now he was only being boring.

“I regret not bringing Ser Elias, he might’ve made this outing more enjoyable, as clearly you don’t intend to talk to me,” I said rather passive aggressively, looking around the streets as we rode. We were in the nicer part of King's Landing and I still felt miserable. I might as well have been questioning Sansa Stark about Joffrey right now.

“How old is Ser Elias?” Lord Tywin asked suddenly, still sounding rather irritated. I hissed with feigned pain, grabbing at my ears to suggest that he hadn’t spoken in so long that the sound of his voice was too loud for me. When he glared, I rolled my eyes and relented. So he wasn’t a statue after all.

“He’s 13 years older than I am, so I suppose about 38 now,” I guessed, doing the math in my head and shrugging. I couldn’t even recall the last time I’d thought about it.

“Is he married?”

“Yes, his first son was just born this month, that’s why he’s only now arrived from Highgarden. Why?” I adjusted my grip on the reins, glancing back and forth between the street and the man beside me as I waited for an answer. Lord Tywin again, said nothing, and I sighed. Why did he care so damn much about Ser Elias? That was when it clicked.

Did he believe Ser Elias had romantic feelings for me? 

I began to laugh, and I gaped at Lord Tywin, who had raised a quizzical eyebrow in response to my rather loud giggling. He did not look amused, but still felt obligated to question me anyway.

“What?”

“Did you think that Ser Elias was in love with me? Is that why you were asking questions about him?” I asked, still laughing and finding myself unable to stop. That was the most impossible scenario on earth, though I supposed that anybody who hadn’t really seen the two of us interact wouldn’t be aware.

“If you’ve known him for that long and are so close to him, it was only a natural assumption. If he doesn’t have affection for you now, he has at some point, I promise,” Lord Tywin said, a slight hint of anger in his voice. I had positively no clue why he was angry about such a random subject, but I supposed he was always angry in general.

“And how would you presume to know anything about Ser Elias? It’s a very bold assumption to make,” I told him, thinking it absolutely ridiculous. I could still recall listening to him go on about how beautiful and perfect his wife was, even long before they’d gotten married. Plus, he’d always referred to me as a daughter of sorts. If anything, that should’ve made Lord Tywin vehemently against the idea, for he was quite good at denying the existence of incestious relationships.

“He’s a man and he’s got a pair of working eyes. Not to mention, he has at least half a brain,” he said, looking over at me with both eyebrows raised. I scoffed at him, shaking my head and almost finding his sentiment amusing.

“By those requirements, Lord Tywin, you ought to be madly in love with me. You disprove your own point. Ah, well, I suppose you did say at least half a brain. You may fail to reach that standard,” I reasoned, watching his face go tense for a moment. I grinned, enjoying that at least the insult had gotten to him, for I’d never seen him make that expression before.

“Let’s dismount here, the street gets too narrow up that way, and it’s a short walk,” he said suddenly, changing the subject. I huffed out, but did as he suggested anyway. The two guards behind us did the same, and Lord Tywin handed his reins to one of them.

“Go tie them up, and take Lady Tyrell’s horse too,” he ordered, only looking at the men briefly. The other one came up to me, taking my own horse and moving off to the side. 

Lord Tywin looked at me after a moment, motioning that we walk. I moved over to be beside him, and from there we began our stroll toward the smith. I was only grateful that the weather was nice today.

“Lord Tywin, now that the guards aren’t with us, may I ask you something?” I questioned after a moment, noticing that we’d left them a bit behind. He merely raised an eyebrow at me, which I knew was a signal for me to do so. I swallowed, trying to figure out how to begin.

“I- well, I’ve heard that my father met with you over a conflict between our bannermen. May I ask why I was not included in that discussion? I am the head of the Tyrell army, and I know the conflict began because of comments made about me, but I would have liked to be consulted in the matter regardless,” I said, folding my hands behind my back to not appear so anxious.

“And I had told your father as much, but he was adamant that it was unnecessary to involve you. I would guess that he simply did not wish to upset you, though he should’ve known you’d find out anyway. I did not fight him on it, I’ve got far too little time for such things. Either way, it’s all been dealt with, and rest assured we kept your best interests in mind,” Lord Tywin informed, keeping his gaze ahead of us at all times just as mine was. Even if not in Flea Bottom, it was important to be alert at all times in King’s Landing. 

“What happened? In terms of consequences, I mean,” I asked him, desiring to know what the outcome of their meeting had been. I was going to be rather upset if my men had been subjected to some harsh punishment at Lord Tywin’s command, though he had sounded genuine enough. Then again, what did he and my father know about ‘my best interests’?

“For your men, nothing. I assured your father that they were in the right to defend you, especially because they were being provoked. However, the two Lannister soldiers that were making rude and distasteful comments have lost their tongues.”

I stopped walking, my mouth falling open for a moment. I was shocked, but Lord Tywin did not seem phased at all. He only stared at me blankly as I attempted to process what I had just heard him say.

“You cut out their tongues for making a couple of lewd comments about me?” I clarified, wondering if that was not the only reason. At least, I hoped it wasn’t, because if it was, it naturally meant that the two men had said something quite serious.

“Yes, I did. Lannisters, even soldiers, have a reputation to uphold. I will not have my men making unbecoming comments about noble women, and especially not about you. As the head of the Tyrell army, of course,” he said, pausing after the ‘especially not about you’ bit. I swallowed, finding it in myself to begin walking again. Lord Tywin did the same once I was at his side.

“What could have possibly been so horrible it warranted that? What in the seven hells did they say? And don’t bother making it more ‘proper’, I deserve to know,” I told him, not able to imagine what would’ve been so bad that he’d felt the need to take such an action. Lord Tywin was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not he ought to tell me. When he opened his mouth, he could not meet my eyes.

“From what the two men told me personally, they were taunting your soldiers and saying they would… ‘rape you’ and ‘enjoy making the tears stream down your face’ as they…” Lord Tywin trailed off, and when I looked over at him there was a deep conflict in his eyes—a sort of solemn anger. My stomach had already dropped; I figured I might as well hear all of it. 

“Please tell me, Lord Tywin,” I whispered, giving him a pleading look. He swallowed and licked his lips nervously. I’d never seen him act so anxious before, and it was extremely unsettling. 

“As they made you… ‘gag on their cocks’, and took turns- took turns… ‘filling your cunt’,” Lord Tywin said quietly, clearly struggling to get through it. His eyebrows contorted in all different manners, and his eyes narrowed as he spoke. I could hear the disgust—along with the upset—in his voice, and he only looked down at me once quite a bit of silence had followed his statement.

I was quiet, trying to process what I’d just heard. I was no longer even thinking about the fact that they’d had their tongues removed, only about what they’d said. There was a cold anxiety rushing over me, because even if I knew that they couldn’t actually do such a thing to me, the picture of it was still in my mind. 

I felt my lower lip begin to tremble involuntarily, and I could not make it stop. I was afraid, even despite the bravery that I was so accustomed to flaunting during tourneys and battles. I had already been assaulted before, and that had impacted me in a quite significant way. I could not even comprehend how I would manage to move on if men like those two, or even the Baratheon soldier, ever got the chance to act on their words. 

“I shouldn’t feel grateful for what you ordered, but I am,” I said quietly, finally looking up at Lord Tywin with glossy eyes. His own eyes softened when he saw the look on my face, and he nodded gently.

“After the Battle of Blackwater, Lady (Y/N), you chided me that the man who gives the order ought to do it himself. You will be pleased to know that I took your statement to heart,” he told me, somehow filling me with even more shock. 

“You- You cut their tongues off yourself?” I asked, clearing my throat from the block that had seemed to form as a response. I was looking over at him with wide eyes, and when he met my gaze, he was perfectly composed.  

I saw it in his eyes: him ordering his guards to grab the two men after they’d been interrogated. The two faceless men would have panicked as they watched Lord Tywin pull out his blade, informing them that he intended to remove their tongues. I could picture them squirming and struggling to break free, but they would not. The only thing they would do was scream as the guards held their mouths open and the Lord of Casterly Rock himself gripped and cut. In my sick fantasy, I could see their blood splattering onto his hands, and I could see just how unphased Lord Tywin looked while doing it. 

When I came back to the present, Lord Tywin stopped walking and turned to face me. I similarly froze, waiting for whatever he was going to reply with. His breathing had become more intense.

“Yes, I did, and I’ll do it again if any man dares to say such things about you, gods forbid actually act upon it. You may criticize my brutality, Lady (Y/N), but know that if a man ever does such a thing, he will face more wrath than you can possibly imagine. I promised to keep you safe from such assault, and I will do so,” he assured me, voice more than just serious as he did so. My lips parted as I gazed up at him, looking back and forth between his eyes. 

The Great Lion of the Rock, that was what they called him. My heart—despite how much I claimed to hate this man—swelled at his sentiments. I ought to have been angry, or to have lectured Lord Tywin about his cruelty, but I could not. Somewhere inside this cruel, cold man, there was genuine care, and it made me feel more safe than anything ever had. 

I said nothing, but I nodded at the Lord Hand, and he knew that I was too overwhelmed to speak. We began to walk once more, and I felt myself drifting closer to him. I did not look at him as I did it, but I reached for Lord Tywin’s arm and clung to it with both of my hands. When he adjusted himself so that I could hold on more comfortably, I leaned my head against his shoulder. 

Today had changed something for me, even despite the fact that I’d tried very hard to uphold my hatred for Tywin Lannister. It was not the gifts that had done it, nor had it been saving my life, but it had been this gesture. To know that he genuinely sought to protect me, to make certain that I was safe. That was what had broken my firm hatred for this man.

“Are you alright, Lady (Y/N)?” Lord Tywin asked softly after a moment, looking down at me. I nodded against his arm, not particularly knowing what to say. There really wasn’t anything for me to say. He cleared his throat after a moment, looking ahead again as we turned onto another street. “I’m well aware of the fact that you detest me, but please know that-”

“I don’t,” I said quickly, cutting him off. With his usual stern look, he raised an eyebrow at me. I swallowed, stuttering quite a bit as I tried to get my point across. “I- I apologize for interrupting you, Lord Tywin, but I merely wanted to clarify that, well, I don’t hate you. Sure, you’re still an insufferable cu- you’re still insufferable a lot of the time, but I don’t hate you, per say.”

“And what of your infamous vow to loathe me until the day you die?” he questioned, surprising me with his knowledge of its existence. I supposed it made sense that he’d found out, it wasn’t as if I’d exactly kept my vow a secret. 

“Well, perhaps my heart stopped beating for a few moments during the Battle of Blackwater. At least, I hope it did. It would be a far less degrading explanation,” I replied, lifting my head and giving him a somewhat cheeky smile. He huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head at how ridiculous I was. He had laughed though, and that was quite enough for me, even if it was rather strange to grapple with the fact that I didn’t entirely detest him.

After a few more minutes of walking we finally arrived at the smith, and when we stepped inside I could smell the fresh forged steel, not to mention the sweat of hard working men. The man in charge—or so it seemed—noticed us rather swiftly and came over to greet us. I was quick to let go of Lord Tywin’s arm. 

“How may I help you today, Lord Hand?” he asked, wiping his hands with a cloth. It seemed Lord Tywin must’ve been here at least once or twice before. Either way, he merely reached into his pocket and handed the smith a small, sealed parchment. When the man finished reading it, he motioned for us to follow. 

We were led through a small door, and from there down a large set of stairs. Our destination was an expansive basement, and I could instantly feel the heat coming from a gigantic fireplace in the middle of the room. There, we found two men working on a rather detailed helmet. When they heard us enter, they turned around and bowed their heads out of respect. 

“My lord, good morning. Thank you for calling upon me. You wished for me to rework a sword, correct?” the bald one confirmed, coming up to us and adjusting the apron around his neck. 

I could hear the distinct accent in his voice, and I wondered which part of Essos he was from. I assumed that he was the smith Lord Tywin had sent for, and that the young man with him was either a son or an apprentice—or perhaps both.

“Yes, that’s correct. However, it is the lady’s sword, not mine. You ought to speak to her about it,” Lord Tywin said, motioning to me and removing my blade from his belt. He handed it to the smith, who took it and examined it quite carefully. The man looked at me and nodded, motioning to follow.

“I did not realize the blade would be quite this large. Would you like me to forge it into two, my lady?” He asked, placing it sideways upon a narrow stone block. The apprentice came over and held it properly while the smith reached for a hammer.

“I was hoping for a sword and two daggers. If it leaves the sword still a bit relatively large, that’s fine. I could use the advantage,” I told him, watching as he slammed down on the current handle and slid it off once it came loose. I suddenly recalled doing the same thing to a man’s sword during the Greyjoy Rebellion, though he had been far less excited about it.

“A sword and two daggers? Are these…” the man trailed off, moving away from my blade and looking around. He picked up three handles—one big and two small—and held them up for me to see. “Are these for you then? One of the men upstairs gave them to me and said they were for a distinguished customer.” 

“Yes, those would be for her. The same man made her armor, they’re meant to match,” Lord Tywin answered, coming up beside me with his hands clasped behind his back. I hadn’t even realized he’d proactively had the handles made, I’d only briefly mentioned wanting to make daggers out of it that once. 

Though, I was grateful for it, as they were just as absolutely breathtaking as my armor. All three of them were ornamented with golden vines, full of thorns, roses, and nightshade. And of course, they were not missing the gorgeous jewels that had been added to my helm. 

“Of course. Very well, a sword and two daggers,” the smith nodded in confirmation, motioning for the boy he was working with to bring the blade over. Lord Tywin and I watched attentively as the two of them placed it down onto a unique table, fire soon enveloping the stone and beginning to melt the steel.

I found myself possessed as I began drifting closer toward it, utterly mesmerized by the sight, but the Hand of the King gripped my wrist. When I turned to look at him, he gave me a knowing look. I only took a step back, sighing out as I observed the steel becoming a sort of molton looking thing. 

“Stay put for a moment, hm? I want to go look at some of the other weapons they have displayed. The king will be in need of a wedding present,” Lord Tywin muttered, to which I only rolled my eyes and nodded. Of course, the second that he went over to the wall to admire the smith’s other work, I moved closer to the table and began asking questions.

“Can you add details to the metal?” I questioned, folding my hands together and looking at the man with eager curiosity. It was Valyrian steel, so I was not sure what could and could not be done to it, but I figured I ought to ask anyway. The worst reply would only be no.

“Yes, but it would have to be small. Did you have something in mind, my lady?” he answered, snapping at the other boy to go and check on Lord Tywin. I smiled, nodding and looking down at the fully melted blade.

“There is a design on my handle, a small berry with star shaped leaves. Could you add that at the base of the blade?” I requested, to which he instantly said ‘of course’. I turned my head at the sound of Lord Tywin’s voice, though I relaxed when I realized he was only speaking to the apprentice. A sudden idea came to mind.

“How fine can you make the details?” 

“As fine as you would like them. What do you desire?”

“It is an odd request, and I know that you’re accustomed to weaponry, but do you think you could take some of the steel and turn it into a ring?” 

“I certainly could.”

“Then please do. I would like to make the ring for the Lord Hand. Do you think you could put the head of a lion at the front, and then a pattern of small roses around the entire thing, just through the middle?” I whispered, hoping it wasn’t too specific a request and simultaneously hoping that Lord Tywin was busy contemplating Joffrey’s wedding present. The smith smiled and nodded.

“Of course, my lady. I will keep some of the metal and forge it later so he does not notice it.”

“Thank you so much. I will pay you extra for it.”

Realizing that Lord Tywin was coming back over, I only smiled and stepped away, though not without meeting his scrutinizing gaze. I wasn’t entirely sure why he’d expected me to stay put in the first place; I was not fond of listening to people, and especially not him.

“You’re quite the burden, Lady (Y/N),” he chided me after a moment, watching the two men now pour the metal into a separate jar and take it to another table. They had already set out the molds for my sword and daggers.

“Oh, and you’re not?” I remarked, raising an eyebrow at him. He did not look at me, but there was a slight amusement on his face. I only shook my head, deciding to focus on the molten metal as they poured it into the molds. 

It was practically flaming, with red and orange embers sizzling off due to the sheer temperature. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight, and my mouth fell open involuntarily. That steel was to be mine; I could hardly comprehend it.

Once it began to harden, I saw the smith forming the design I’d requested at the base of it, much to my satisfaction. Lord Tywin placed a hand on my upper back, and when I turned my head to look up at him, he gave a subtle smile.

“Are you going to name the daggers too?” he questioned after a moment, watching as they subjected the metal to a rather interesting cooling process. Gods, Valyrian steel was gorgeous. 

“I ought to,” I agreed, trying to think of what I could possibly call them. The names should fit together, for they would be matching daggers besides the slight variation in jewels. That was how I could tell them apart, though. “Perhaps- Perhaps I’ll call them Thorn and Claw. Even if it is rather unoriginal, at least my brother will feel his suggestion has been honored.”

“After you spent so much time criticizing the name Ice.” Lord Tywin shook his head at me, and I smacked his arm with the back of my hand, laughing at his lecturing. What did he expect? Flowers only have so many sharp components, after all. I supposed it did make me a bit hypocritical, but I could live with that.

“If you’re going to be mean about it, I’m more than happy to change Claw to something else,” I shot back, having chosen the name as a small reference to him, or House Lannister at any rate. Plus, it did sound rather intimidating. 

“I’m not being mean, Lady (Y/N).”

“Ahuh.”

I’d been so busy bickering with Lord Tywin, that by the time we’d ended our small discussion the smith and his apprentice were approaching us with the freshly forged blades, already attached to their handles. When they handed the sword to me, my mouth fell open once again.

It was breathtaking, and I was instantly approaching the fire so that I might see it better. The thing practically had my name written all over it, and I was utterly ecstatic. Side Splitter was the best thing I’d ever had the privilege of owning, and I was quite certain that among all the ancestral Valyrian steel in Westeros, this was the most beautiful of them all. 

When Lord Tywin came up to me and presented the daggers, I felt even happier. I took one in my hand and found that the weight of it was utterly perfect, just as my sword was. Tears had begun to fill my eyes, and I was smiling when they rolled onto my cheeks. The Lord Hand wiped them away.

“Are you satisfied with them?” he questioned softly, also admiring the blade in my hands. I instantly nodded, sniffling and sighing out with content.

“More than. They’re beautiful, Tywin. Utterly beautiful,” I whispered, so preoccupied with them that I hadn’t even noticed myself using his first name alone. He shifted beside me, but did not remark about it. 

“I’m glad that you’re happy with them.” He turned around then, approaching the smith again and reaching into his pocket. When he removed his hand, I saw a decent sized pouch of gold and realized that he intended to pay for it himself.

“Lord Tywin- my lord, that’s quite alright, I can cover the cost,” I attempted to interrupt, placing my sword down on another table and then rushing over to them. The Great Lion only shook his head.

“I will cover it. I have the gold on hand,” he noted, then thanking the smith and receiving a small bag and wrap to safely keep the daggers in. I sighed, shaking my head and going back to get the sword. Lord Tywin followed knowingly and sheathed it when I handed it to him.

“We will discuss this outside, Lord Tywin,” I muttered, to which he only grumbled in response. We both gave the smith and his apprentice another genuine ‘thank you’ before leaving, and I subtly confirmed that I would pay them more for the ring later on. From there, we went back upstairs and then out of the establishment. 

“I’ll pay you back whatever sum you gave the man, and you’re not going to argue with me about it,” I said once we were on the street. Lord Tywin did not even bother to meet my eyes.

“There is no need.”

“It is my sword, I ought to repay the debt-”

“It’s not a debt, Lady (Y/N), it is a gift.”

That was all he said before offering me his arm. My previously annoyed glance dissipated, and my face softened as I took it. The small fluttering in my stomach was a strange sensation, and I found myself wondering if perhaps I had not eaten enough at breakfast. It was of no importance, I was certain that grandmother would have lemon cakes and cheese ready in the gardens. 

What was of importance, however, was the fact that I had just cemented this sword as part of my legacy. It would be passed on through the generations, but it would never lose the distinct design of nightshade. It would never lose me. Because family lines die out, and ink fades away, but Valyrian steel never rusts. 

—————

“Let her in!”

I was standing outside the Hand’s chambers, and after being announced, that was the prompt response I’d heard through the thick double doors. The Lannister guards reached to open it, and I stepped inside the office with a small box behind my back. Lord Tywin only looked up at me from his desk once the door was closed. 

“Close your eyes, Lord Tywin,” I said, making my way into the room and closer to him. He gave me a rather annoyed look, for I was sure he did not appreciate being interrupted in the middle of his work. I couldn’t have cared less.

“Why?”

“Just trust me,” I told him, smiling as he sighed and leaned back in his chair, eyes now shut. I made my way past the rather long table and over to his actual office space, observing the room as I did, for I hadn’t really spent any time in the Tower of the Hand before. 

I couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as I placed the small box on his desk, and I watched his eyebrow raise at the sound of it even though his eyelids were shut. It was very amusing to see him like this.

“May I open them now?” he asked after a moment, to which I nodded. Of course, I then remembered he couldn’t see me and gave the verbal ‘go ahead’. 

Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking a few times and then realizing there was now a box on his desk. He reached for it carefully, as if asking for permission, and I motioned for him to open it. 

Gently, Lord Tywin took it in his hands and pulled the lid off. Inside, he found the Valyrian steel ring—just as I had instructed it be made—surrounded by cotton to keep it safe. Not that Valyrian steel needed to be kept safe, but still, it prevented it from rolling around. 

I watched his mouth fall open, a true and genuine shock overcoming him. It surprised me, for Tywin Lannister did not gape. It filled me with quite a lot of joy to know I had made him do so.

“(Y/N)…” 

That was the only thing he could mutter, and it made my cheeks heat. Lord Tywin had never only used my first name. I wished more than anything to know what thoughts were running through his head.

“Try it on. It should fit, but just to make sure,” I prompted, smiling as he lifted it from the box and slid it onto his fourth finger. He had placed it onto his left hand, for his right already had a poison ring on his middle finger, and I assumed he did not want the weight to be uncomfortable. But most importantly, the Valyrian steel ring fit perfectly on his hand, and he couldn’t stop staring at it.

For a moment I wondered if I’d sent Lord Tywin into shock, because he hadn’t said anything other than my name, but he suddenly inhaled and stood from his chair. He took my hands in his, his eyes desperately searching mine.

“You stupid, stupid girl. Why would you bother making me a ring out of Valyrian steel?” He asked, raising one hand to my cheek. My lips parted, and I found myself stuttering as I spoke. There was that odd fluttering again.

“I- I wanted you to have it, Lord Tywin. I had excess steel, and it’ll serve as a good reminder of our… our alliance. Our friendship,” I replied, swallowing. His eyes stared deep into mine, and I saw something change on his face. His hand dropped from my face, and he nodded as he once again admired the ring.

“Thank you, Lady (Y/N). Thank you very much.”

At that moment, I had no clue that whenever he was stressed, upset, or angry, Lord Tywin would end up rubbing his thumb on that ring to soothe himself. I had no idea he would end up grazing the lion's head against his lips when contemplating. But, most importantly, I had no clue that when he was lying awake tonight, the ring I’d given him would make him settle on a rather harsh decision. One that would make both of us realize something that we had initially believed to be utterly unthinkable. 

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The Umbrella Academy Season 4 Final Thoughts

I have opinions I need to share. Obviously spoilers ahead so… enter at your own risk?

Firstly, the positives

To give it some credit, this was a beautiful ending. It was technically the only way they could end it bc it was clear no matter what they did, the apocalypse would follow

I loved the reference to them saving the Eiffel Tower in an alternate timeline, like they did in the comics

…yeh, that’s it

Oh wait, I loved Klaus’ relationship with Claire. I love Klaus. I love everything about him. Thank you. End quote

Now for the negatives - this will be in no coherent order so bare with me

It’s embarrassingly clear that this needed its usual 10 episodes. I think I read somewhere that the director felt that 6 episodes were the perfect amount so maybe Netflix didn’t cut it, or perhaps he was trying to make the best of a shitty situation. But every scene felt like it was missing something.

Where was the family dance sesh???

Five and Lila. No. Just. No. They’re begrudging step-sibling and that is it. And even if they did want to go down this direction, even if I wasn’t so opposed to the ship, I just didn’t care. You can’t just time skip 7 years in 1 episode and simultaneously get me to feel invested in their relationship. They needed 2 episodes at least to make me feel the impact of those 7 years. I know for 5 that’s probably nothing compared to his time in the apocalypse, but to Lila, that would’ve driven her insane, and in her breaking point, that’s when she goes to 5, bit like how they did this. Not to mention, they come back looking the exact same. 5 is supposed to be, what, 27 at this point? I sure as hell don’t see it. I would’ve much preferred a scene where, once Lila releases they’re going back home, frantically tries to clean up and cut her hair to look exactly how she did before so that her family still recognise her. Ugh that entire point was just so shit

The baby shark gag was not funny

Why did Diego and Lila have to have twins as well. I get it, they’re tired parents who miss their glory days. But if you want us to feel really sorry for them, and later mourn them when Lila has to say goodbye, maybe let us see the family interact as… as well as family. I was so excited to see Diego in his real daddy era just for him to talk to his oldest daughter maybe once? ALSO why does Lila get that whole emotional goodbye to her children and Diego just, nothing? “Get the family out of here” umm hello, even if you didn’t like the in-laws, those are 3 of your fucking children that you’re saying goodbye to forever. I think I’m just upset that they reduced Lila to being a tired mother (to me anyway) and forget Diego was the father. I would’ve so rather seen him being the dad that he never had in his life.

Like putting the family on the Subway to nowhere. Literally. It’s not like she knew how the Subway worked so she was just sticking her family on the train and hoping for the best. They made it seem as though they had never found a world safe enough. Like truly the best place for them to stay was the fucking Greenhouse world, so how did she expect the family to survive, and with no powers mind you. And also didn’t thy know at that point that all ultimate timelines would be destroyed, except for the main timeline. Was she hoping they’d magicallly be taken to the main timeline orrr? I’m just so fucking confused man

The Subway. What a fucking missed opportunity oh my fucking god. Its only true function was to have all the Five’s meet up to tell Prime Five the super duper important convenient information that would bring upon The Finale. It was such a cool concept and we saw… none of it. Firstly, they made it wayyy to easy that Five just happened to find a journal his future self made that worked out the tunnel system. You’re telling me that in 7 years he never worked any of it out. Uhhh I just wanted to see how the Subway worked and we couldn’t even get that. AND they only showed us 1 world!!!! I think alternate timelines are such a. Fun concept because you can explore multiple worlds that are like your own but a little more freaky with little to no consequences in your own world. I LOVED seeing the Phoenix Academy so much but… that was it. Imagine a montage of Five and Lila visiting a ton of worlds like our own with messed up Academy. Can you imagine if we saw a comic accurate Umbrella Academy??? Omfg the ultimate homage. I’m tearing up just thinking about what we could’ve had.

Gene and Jean were rly fun but again, what waisted potential. I loved my quirky not-so-instance parents sm

Uncle Five? Uncle Luther? Gone. Maybe I’m misremembering but they always seemed so excited to meet Claire. Ik they’re pissed at Alison or whatever (but they’re literally not though) but you’re telling me we never see them interact, despite them being some of the only sibling to care about Claire??? Oh okay, okayyy

The powers. Does nobody care that some have multiple powers now orrr? So Lila had laser eyes but could still mimic everyone else. Also the running gag of not being able to control her eyes could’ve gone on for so much longer. And Alison. Was she just so powerful she could rumour ppl without saying anything now? And when her eyes went yellow, that was a completely new power, right? And did Viktor’s powers seem different to you guys or is it bc he absorbed Harlan’s powers last season. Me personally, I think they’re should’ve gone down the Tinkerbell: The Pirate Fairy route and swapped the sibling powers with each other or completely different ones

It would’ve been such a good plot twist if after learning that the Cleanse restored them to the one true timeline, they all think it’s their original lives as a misdirect and they the horror sets in as you realise that they’re actually part of an ultimate timeline. They just could’ve done so much more than that. I know with limited episodes they had to wrap things up quickly so after they learned they had to be erased they just kinda had to accept it but I would’ve loved an entire episode of them grappling with the fact and saying goodbye and reminiscing about their past and maybe even being in denial and self sabotaging or whatever (kind of in the style of that ep in s2 when they have an hour to meet up

Why was Jennifer in a squid??? Why? did she get all the durango? Why weren’t there 42 other kids who got ur? That could’ve been such a cool parallel like cmonnn

I always suspected Ben’s death to be connected to Reg in some way so I loved the reveal… but I hated Jennifer’s involvement. Like it just felt tooo convenient. And I understand why they did it from a writers/ directors perspective that they wanted to wrap everything up but I just felt it could’ve been done much smarter. ALSO I just realised that Klaus doesn’t know how Ben died. Diabolical. I will not stand for it

Reginald didn’t recognise his own wife??? Like when Fake Gene called him “love” and Reggie didn’t clock it???

Speaking of Reggie ARE WE EVER GOING TO DISCUSS THAT HE’S AN ALIEN ROBOT BITCH???

Soooo Luther never once asked Reggie about Sloane???

Ray. Where’s Ray? Maybe the actor was working on something else and they had to get rid of his character

WE NEVER EVEN HEAD ALISON SAY “I HEARD A RUMOUR” NOT EVEN ONCE like I get she’s powerful enough to the point she doesn’t have to say it anymore but that line eats down every. Single. TIME!

Lastly and most importantly… the soundtrack. The songs didn’t slap. Simple as.

Final Statement

I think I covered all my points. I doubt I’ll make a part 2 bc honestly, the show isn’t worth my time and energy anymore. I just needed to rant bc I don’t know any ppl who watch this who have any lick of media literacy.

The finale was painfully underwhelming. It didn’t feel like the same TUA I’ve grown to love over the past few years. I can accept the ending but the journey to how we got there was one massive slap in the face. I’m going to ignore this ending ever happened thank you <3

[aita-blorbos]

Are we the assholes for not saying we’re siblings?

I say “we” because I am writing on behalf of my brother [M22] and me [F15]. Also, technically, we’re half-siblings, but eh, we’re siblings.

So, going to the beginning, when my brother (who we’ll call A) and I met, we didn’t know we were siblings. He was just a guy who wanted a job with my dad (M33).

Then as we got to know each other, we realized that he had a gift that as far as I know, only people in my family had. Plus, he has a bracelet that looks just like one my mom had that was supposedly one of only two in the world (my mom had both at one point, but she lost one before I was born.

Lining up backstories a bit: turns out A’s parents were traveling musicians until he and his dad got caught in a fire that killed his dad, and his mom couldn’t be found. Lines up with my mom having left her father for a few years because she married someone my grandpa didn’t approve of before she came back, remarried, and had me.

A didn’t know his mom’s name, but he knew his dad’s last name (because it was also A’s last name, duh). So we went to marriage certificate office. Sure enough, my mom was once married to someone with A’s last name.

So by now I bet you’re wondering why we don’t just ask our mom. Well, my mom disappeared about 10 years ago when I was 5… and now is where we get into the “us not telling people we’re siblings” part of it.

We think we actually met our mom. Or at least we met someone that matches the age and physical appearance we assume our mom would have based on 10+ yr old pictures. [let’s call her L, she’s F41]

And she has a bracelet that matches A’s and my mom’s. And she’s had amnesia for the past 10 years.

Also, as far as asking my dad, my current dad adopted me. My birth dad (aka mom’s second husband) disappeared 7 years ago. Since then, my adopted dad is just my dad… and that’s why I don’t want to ask him.

In theory, A and I could tell my dad and we’d get DNA tests to confirm and maybe even talk to L and all be a big happy family! But also, we’ve just had a crazy few months and things have finally settled down, and we kinda don’t want to stir things up again so soon.

Plus, my dad has been the most steady thing in my life for the past 7 years. We may not be family by blood, but we are the definition of “family is who you choose,” and I don’t want him to think that I’ll ditch him just because I’ve found bio family.

Not to mention, how do you go to someone who doesn’t remember the first 3/4ths of her life and go “Hey, we think we’re your kids!”? L has started a new life and has practically adopted a new kid (I’m not sure about legal technicalities), who admittedly I’d be glad to have as a brother as well, but we don’t want L to feel like she has to abandon him for us.

We feel kinda bad whenever someone comments on how alike A and I look, or pokes fun at how we act like brother and sister, but it just seems like it’d be better to not really say anything, at least not yet. Still, we feel bad keeping it a secret, especially from my dad and L.

So AWTA for not admitting we’re related?

((OOC Note: Yes, this is headcanon, OP and A don’t canonically know, but I think they’re smart enough to figure it out.))

[pixies-and-poets]

Expectations vs Reality with Kanya!!

Hello Rabbid warren! Here’s something I’ve been chewing over since beating The Last Spark Hunter. I wanted to talk a bit about the way some of my speculation about Kanya (heavily informed by all the mutually-discussed theories here) clashed with the reality, and the ways in which her story both disappointed me a bit but also surprised me and surpassed what I expected. And so, let’s begin!

Expectation 1: She’s Edge’s sister

The idea was that, unlike the relationship between the other Hunters, the as-yet-unnamed Mysterious Foe and Edge were directly created to be sisters, and knew each other as such. This was strongly held by a lot of people, largely based on their similarities in appearance (eyebrows, hair, being more typical rabbids than the other spark hunters) and then reinforced by some great observations and speculations that went around the fandom. I myself was like 99% certain this is where they were headed.

Reality: Well, not really

So, while Kanya was created as Edge’s replacement and therefore to directly fill her role (thus accounting for the similarities in appearance), they seem to have the same lack of familial relationship as the rest of the hunters. In fact they are probably the ones who are MOST distant to each other, since Edge didn’t even know about Kanya beforehand and they had never met.

Verdict: Kinda sad about it

It’s a bit unfair to judge the story for missed opportunities based off of something that turned out to be completely invented by us, no matter how convincing the evidence was. BUT STILL, those fan-theories really made so much sense and got me excited for a unique relationship to be portrayed. Based on their similarities, I can’t help but feel that them being perceived as sisters is something the devs at least considered, but didn’t have time or chose not to make the story about that.

I still like to headcanon that they instinctively view each other as such, or that Kanya at least has little-sibling-jealousy even if it’s entirely one-sided and Edge doesn’t consider her family. But since this has to remain firmly in the realm of headcanon, it would be technically no more problematic to ship them than shipping Edge with Midnite etc. However, because I do see them as sisters in at least a mental sense, it’s not something I will ever do.

Expectation 2: The Last Spark Hunter... was actually the FIRST Spark Hunter!!!

I remember seeing people talk about this pretty much as soon as the image of Kanya was revealed, combined with the broken statue; speculating that she was the “proto Edge” and created first, possibly first of all the Hunters. If she “backfired” in some way, or was rejected by Cursa and replaced by Edge, this would make sense why she was apparently living in some isolated spot and we never see her with the others.

Reality: Nah, The Last Spark Hunter was actually just the last spark hunter

She was the last one Cursa made, she was created after Edge left in order to replace her, if you’re reading this I’m sure you know the story.

Verdict: ....I actually like this better

So I tried not too hard to think about “Mystery Spark Hunter” story stuff before we knew the truth, but I found myself imagining she had been created first and rejected, or created to be a co-leader with Edge and they fought and Kanya was banished... basically all my theories were tending towards the idea that she had been created before or at least alongside Edge. I loved the idea of her being the older sister when she was actually the little gremlin of the two with the higher-pitched voice, lol.

But actually? Learning she was made to be a replacement hits so much harder, now that I’ve let it sink in. She was made to lead these three people who had known, and fought beside, and cared for, another person before her. She was a newcomer into their group, into EXISTENCE ITSELF, made to live up to someone she could never live up to. Given just as much free will in order to be an effective leader, but demanded and coerced and probably “encouraged” to be subservient. What a tortured (possibly literally) existence she must have lived until she managed to break away from it all.

Honestly the truth is a complete reversal from my half-imagined theories, but it makes her a far more interesting character in the end. There’s so much left unsaid, so much we don’t know, but her character is inevitably tragic in the beginning, and then gloriously free, free to be an absolutely unhinged villain with no apologies, formed by - but not dwelling on - her sad backstory. A type of character I love.

My ideal reality

So, as you can see I was disappointed that they weren’t acknowledged as sisters, but pleased with the fact she was actually the second-born, the replacement. If I could do a rewrite of the DLC, I would combine these ideas - keep her backstory the same, but have Edge come to see a reflection of herself in this newbie, and offer her a caring hand, much like she deliberately showed her old (ahem) “friend” Midnite mercy. This, of course, Kanya would reject- but there would be a direct admission that they shared a special bond, of being the same in some way- and then Kanya would leave of her own free will instead of being blasted off, swearing that they would meet again.

Instead, probably because of time/development limitations, Edge just basically... does not care at all about meeting her replacement LMAO, it’s kinda funny in its own way, she’s like “I am so done with that life.” And like yeah she hadn’t admitted her past to the others yet so I understand she had to play it cool- but ideally we’d get something a little more emotional between them, in a private moment. Or even something between them that the other heroes didn’t understand. Or y’know. Anything at all. :P

Thoughts, opinions, disagreements, anyone? :V

Also I might make a follow-up to this because I feel like I had more to say but it’s getting late; still, I wanted to type it up while it was on my mind. 

I really love my goth toothy girl no matter what

Be free and evil forever, perfect being

[crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy]

Figured I would just send an ask since you asked about the SWWTRH au :>

(You don’t need to read this if you want to …it might be a bit long)

// For context this has been aggressively spinning around my head for MONTHS //

My sibling, who is also obsessed, and I both created this complex little au called East Wing High! The thought being: what if, instead of the story taking place in a medieval castle, it took place in a modern day high school? :D

simple summary:

Mitsuhide and Kiki are Seniors (18) at East Wing High School, Zen is a Junior (17), Shariyuki is a sophomore transfer student (16), and Obi, also a transfer student, is a junior (17). Although, Obi is technically supposed to be a senior as well (due to that weird birthday loophole thing) but was held back a year.

After this point it gets very crazy and quite confusing with all of the connections, how they met, their school life, their pasts, futures, parents, siblings, etc

And those aren’t all the characters, Raj, Ryu, the gate guards, and many many other characters that I’m sure you do not know are intertwined into this little story ^-^

If you want to know more and open up the endless rabbit hole of fluff, silliness, slice of life, found family, and of course, a unhealthy dose of ✨trauma✨then by all means ask me some questions! (No pressure of course to ask anything at all! luckily, I have a funnel (my sibling) to throw all of my excitement at XD)

Also a neat thing about this au is just how different it is from the show, it has the same characters and, as I like to describe, (mostly) the same plots but spelled out with different fonts!

Thank you for asking about the au :]

Oooh!!! I love the sound of your AU, Moo!

Okay so you said Found Family and that is like my favorite thing ever, so if you want to talk about that (or any other part! It all sounds super fun!) I’m definitely all ears :D

[ireallylovepuppies101]

Inky Mystery Audrey AU

I've been chatting about this au idea with my dear friend @paint-n-thinner ever since Dark Revival came out and now I'm going to make all of you Inky Mystery fans listen to me talk about it too! That goes for you too @theinkymystery !

 I'm sure everyone who follows my blog knows by now I'm a sucker for family fluff stuff for movies/shows/stories/etc. If not, then you definitely know now!

So you can imagine I like how in dark revival, Audrey and Bendy are sorta technically siblings. Bendy being older since he was made first. I love hunting for fics where Bendy and Audrey act like a family together. Giving each other the comfort they both need.

Considering I've been reading Bendy and Boris and the Inky Mystery, I couldn't help myself and wondered "What if Audrey was in this?"

I've been talking about this for months with paint-n-thinner, talking about a lot of deep detailed stuff, but I'm going to try my best to keep this short and simple for now. If you guys want to hear more I'll add more information. 

Now then! Let's get started! 

About two years before the events of Inky Mystery starts, Bendy and Boris run into a little girl, or more accurately, she runs into them while trying to flee with food she stole, but since she wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into the brothers, the person she stole from caught up. Bendy quickly calming the situation down before it escalates badly, and offers to pay for the food the kid took so she can keep it and the guy leaves her alone. Thankfully it works, once the person leaves, Bendy and Boris get a better look at the kid.

Her clothes would be raggy and barely doing anything to protect her from the elements, she'd also be covered in a thin layer of white fur with large black spots, her right arm having a big black spot that wraps around the palm of her hand and part of her arm, while her left arm is completely engulfed in black fur all the way up to her neck. The white part of her eyes would be yellow, almost looking like they glow when they catch the light, while her iris/pupils would be black.

She would also have a skinny tail, and two horns coming out of her black curly hair.

After they find a place to sit down and talk while the girl eats, Bendy and Boris learn that her name is Audrey, she's MAYBE 4 or 5 years old (she's not sure) and she's been on her own for as long as she can remember. Bendy’s the first demon she's ever met, or at least remembers meeting since she doesn't know who her parents are.

Considering she's in a situation similar to how they grew up in their early years, Bendy and Boris offer her a place to stay since they know the cops in sillyvision would barely be any help whatsoever, and the orphanage they've been in and out of isn't exactly ideal either. Audrey takes them up on their offer, and over time gets very attached to the two until she starts calling them her brothers as well.

That basically covers how they all met and became a little found family. Now for some quick fun facts my friend and I came up with before I wrap this up.

-Audrey has a talent she calls “Flow”, as long as she sees where she’s going and doesn’t have a window/door/etc blocking her way, she can SORTA teleport short distances (depends on a person’s definition of teleporting though). She also has other abilities she can do with her talent that she hasn’t figured out how to do yet. (A nod to the powers Audrey gets in the Dark Revival game)

-Her favorite piece of clothing is an old baggy blue sweater that used to belong to Bendy. He gave it to her to keep her warm when they first met and told her she could keep it. It's basically like a security blanket for her and she's either always wearing it or has it wrapped around her waist when it's too hot out.

-her go to outfit by the time the Inky Mystery story starts is her sweater, an old tan shirt, baggy brown overalls, brown gloves, and large brown boots, almost all of her clothes formerly belonging to either Bendy or Boris that Sasha adjusted so they could fit her better.

-Give this girl something she can draw with and she'll go NUTS. She gets her hands on a rock and she'll use it as sidewalk chalk to draw all over the sidewalk outside the apartment where she and her brothers live.

-Bendy and Boris always make sure they have enough cash to get her a notebook and pencil to draw with now and then, occasionally a box of crayons too which Audrey uses for VERY special drawings.

-despite how bills get a BIT tighter with raising a little girl, Bendy and Boris do their best to make sure Audrey has a better childhood than they did. Safe warm place to sleep, clean clothes, teach her whatever she needs to know, and make sure she doesn't go hungry.

-Audrey loves both of her brothers equally. 

-She loves sitting in Boris’s lap and watching Mickey’s circus show with him.

-She also loves when Bendy uses his Felix the Cat books to teach her how to read. Both of them get excited over the adventures Felix goes on.

-Her favorite animals are ducks. Her favorite toy is a rubber duck her brothers got for her, and she likes watching the ducks whenever her brothers would take her to the park.

-Her favorite food is hotdogs, happily eating one with mustard as she watches Bendy and Boris bicker over claiming the last piece of bacon. She thinks her brothers’ bacon addiction is weird.

-That being said, she LOVES chocolate donuts. She’d eat a baker's dozen if someone would let her. Which Bendy and Boris don’t. They love their little sister dearly but they really don’t need a hyper child bouncing off the walls before the stomach ache kicks in.

- Don’t let her cuteness fool you, she can be a freaking gremlin. Especially towards people she doesn't like, or when she's in the mood to annoy her brothers when she steals Boris's bandana or Bendy’s goggles to make them chase her around the apartment as she giggles.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

i’m curious to what tsumiki’s reaction to the whole zen’in drama was? did megs ever tell her what was happening to him or did he never say anything because he didn’t want to worry her?

does she know that megs told gojo what was happening and even then it still continued? both fushiguro siblings seem the type to prioritise each other over anything else in the world so i wouldn’t be surprised if she screamed at gojo for the first and probably last time when she found out and then promptly started to plan a run away route for her and her brother.

bc like, this man promised he would protect her and more importantly megumi from this super freaky cult family and then she finds out that not only have they been abusing her baby brother but that technically megumi told gojo and nothing ever changed. this whole incident must have played a really important turning point in their family dynamic with tsumiki getting even more protective over megs and putting a distance between her and the people taking care of them.

Hm. I’m actually gonna wait to answer how tsumiki reacted. We’re not going to find out about it in sea glass gardens but it’s heavily contextualized by details we do find about in sea glass gardens, so I’m going to come back to this when we pass that point of the story.

I will say that Tsumiki knows everything, because, for me, it’s an important character point on her that she’s legitimately in the loop. She’s not the non-magic sibling who is clueless of this world and most of her brother’s life—she legitimately is very deeply involved in the family’s wider interests and the family doesn’t hide things from her.

The only thing she’s not in the loop with is stuff hidden from her specifically, and it’s usually because it’s something that would have a really bad impact specific to her. There, I’m talking about when Gojo told the rest to not tell tsumiki that megumi had a seizure because he used up his cursed energy sending his dogs after her, because megumi would be pissed if anyone did.

If she’s being kept out of a loop, it’s usually megumi as the driving factor, and it’s because of something extreme as “So your brother did die in front of you as a direct result of him waking up in total delirium after you left him alone and trying to protect you to his direct and fatal detriment.” Gojo doesn’t think Tsumiki’s in a mindset where she could process that in a healthy way, he knows Megumi is not physically, mentally, or emotionally capable of finding out that someone told his sister that she fucking killed him and processing it in a healthy way, and it’s not actually something that affects any of them in the long term.

Megumi didn’t tell her about the Zenin’s abuse while it was happening. He only told Gojo, because Gojo was the only one he thought would be strong enough to stop it, and he would have kept it a secret forever if he didn’t need it to stop so badly. But she knows. And she knows Megumi told Gojo, and that Gojo fucked up and let it keep happening. I’ll come back and answer how she reacted after we find out a little bit more about Gojo and Tsumikis early relationship