#even if he treated her well at first no good father would switch up like he did

[silenab]

im guessing they changed it so that frederick would be easier to forgive but me personally im stuck on annabeth KNOWING that he asked athena to take her back

[mxtantrights]

Oyendo la canción de nosotros dos

a/n: anddddd we've got a part two. damn. I'm really down bad.

this takes place six months after the first part. still following then fix-it Fanon I've got going on: Armando didn't kill the chief, he's working on reducing his jail time, his and Mike are trying to get their father/son shit together.

SIX MONTHS LATER

The bullets whizzed past you at the speed of light. You were never scared when dealing with things like this. Being shot at, having slim chances, the odds probably being stacked against you at this very moment.

But this feels different.

All those other times you didn't have anything to lose.

Even though, you don't have anything to lose now. At least you don't think so.

You reach over your shoulder at the open wound. You wince as quietly as you can with all the pain you're feeling. The blood wasn't coming out as strong as before but you still needed to get out of here and get treated.

One of the guards shooting at you tells his men to halt. The bullets stop and you can hear the casings rolling onto the floor. You hear them reload their guns. You close your eyes.

"If you tell us everything you know, we can make this less painful for you." the guard yells out.

You hardly believed that. And even if you did, it didn't secure your freedom. You weren't about to turn on anyone to save your own ass. You never done it before, why start now?

"Come out with your hands up." the guard shouts at you.

Not gonna happen.

You quietly check the gun in your hand. You have about half a clip left. You'd have to be wise. Get a couple shots in, grab another gun from one of them. Mark an exit. Get the hell out of dodge.

"You asked for this. Light her up-" the guard yells.

"Wait hold on, are we seriously not gonna try to get the information?" another voice asks.

You know that voice. You'd know that voice anywhere. That's Marcus.

"Can you shut the hell up?" another voice says.

Mike. That was Mike.

You let out a shaky breath. Right then you start smiling to yourself. You reach up to touch your lips in disbelief.

"The two of you done?" the guard from before asks.

There's a long beat before they answer quickly.

"I'm done. You good?" Marcus asks.

"I'm good. Let's light it up." Mike says.

And all at once you hear gunfire again. You know it's them. You can hear the grunts and groans of the other guards. And you can hear the bodies falling to the ground.

The guard in charge yells that the two of them are traitors and to fire on them. You jump up and try to assess the situation. Mike and Marcus have their masks off. Great that would make it easier for you to know who not to shoot.

You take out four men quickly and duck back down. Your arm roaring in pain.

The adrenaline is wearing off. The gun fire is still going off when you hear a loud sound. You turn around to find the source. The locked gate behind you, no longer locked.

There he stood in all his glory. Armando.

In his own version of a tactical suit. His arms are out and he's not wearing a mask. You can't believe how happy you are to see him. You hold onto your wounded arm and get off the floor.

It happens quickly.

As soon as you're standing with your back straight, you feel another shot go through your shoulder. It almost knocks you off your feet.

You watch Armando's eyes go wide. His hand was already on his gun. So the next thing you see is him line up a shot behind you and take it.

Then he's right in front of you. His hands on your hips. You think to yourself that this is the first time he's touched you. With intention. You hold onto his arms as you steady yourself.

"There's a car waiting, come on." he says.

You nod your head and walk in lock step with him. Well, you try your best.

As soon as you reach outside, the hot sun and the humidity of it all hits you. And you don't feel your feet walking anymore. How could you?

Armando sweeps you off your feet, right into his arms. The switching of positions for your arm hurts. You muffle a groan and hold onto him with your good arm.

He jogs over to the Jeep, and opens the door without having to move you. Then he's laying you out in the backseat. He's quick to shut the door and get into the driver's seat.

That's when things get blurry. You don't quite remember what happened after that.

Armando does. He drove like a bat out of hell. Weaving bullets and other cars. Trying his best not to get you hurt in the process.

He could see your eyes drooping in and out. He had adjusted the mirror as soon as he got into the car to keep an eye on you. He tried talking to you, to keep you awake.

You barely answered him. Only in half mumbles and soft hums.

Once he was in the clear he headed to the safe site the feds had provided. There was a medical team waiting on him when he got there. Mike or Marcus no doubt called it in.

He got out of the car as the medical team opened the backseat and started working on you. One of them lifted you out of the car as another readied a stretcher.

There was a mask over your face. A needle being injected into your wrist with an IV bag attached to the other side.

Armando made sure to keep up with the team rolling you inside but not get in their way. His heart skipped beat when you got shot. He saw it happen but he should have prepared for it.

Why didn't he think of it?

The medical team rolls you into a makeshift room. One of the federal officers keeps Armando out. He can see though the plastic tent though. So he stands there, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hoping he had brought you here in time. Hoping that he didn't just watch your last moments.

-

2 WEEKS LATER

You adjust the sling on your shoulder as the prison guard tells you the visitor rules. You're half wanting to just tell him it's a conjugal visit to get him off your back.

But you nod and verbal agree to follow the rules.

The guard opens the door with several keys. Which you think is pretty excessive, but you say nothing about. You watch as he opens the door and parts to let you in.

You thank him and walk inside.

He's in his cell, on the floor. He's doing push-ups. You could laugh. Mike said that you'd probably catch him during his work out. Apparently it's one of the only things he likes to do in his cell.

He no doubt heard the door open. Why he didn't stop was beyond you.

You clear your throat and he stops mid-way. He pushes off the floor and faces you. He stops in his tracks, almost like he wasn't expecting you.

Well, it's not like you called ahead to let him know you'd be here.

"Hi." he says.

You're taken back. You weren't really expecting him to just say hi to you. He did after all save your life. You thought he'd rub it in your face, or make some quick remark about you owing him a favor.

You don't know why just one word from him is making you nervous. With a quick swallow down of the lump in your throat you walk a little closer to his cell.

"Hey." you say back.

"How's the arm?" he asks.

You look over at the sling that currently resides on your arm. You roll your eyes.

"I could've done without being shot and this totally ruins all my outfits but I'll live." you joke.

You can see the start of a smile on his face. You take another step closer. He leans against the gate of the cell, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm glad. But what exactly brings you here?"

You clear your throat, "I never got to thank you. For saving my life. I woke up in the hospital and you weren't there."

"I'm sorry. I had somewhere to be." he points around the cell.

You snicker a little, "I know. Which is why I figured I would do you a favor."

"You don't have to-" he starts.

"I want to."

He smiles fully now, looking you up and down. On purpose. You have no doubt that Armando can look at you fully without making it look obvious. But then again, it wouldn't be him.

"What'd you got in mind, querida?"

-

THE NEXT NIGHT

Armando is sitting in the booth all the way in the back of the cafe. You, with your sling over your leather jacket, walk all the way to the back. Your good hand carrying the file folder.

You slide into the booth, trying you best not to let out a wince at the move. Some things were still hard for you. Even though physical therapy was going well.

"Shit I didn't think about your arm, we can sit somewhere else." Armando says, already trying to get up from his seat without asking.

"Oh sit the hell down. I'm already sitting." you say.

He sits back in his seat without another remark. Which makes you wonder why but you rationalize that it's because your injured that he's going easy on you. You guess the sling isn't that bad.

"I've got a way for you to finish off the rest of your sentence." you say.

You slide the folder over the table to him. He look at you then the folder. Then he takes the folder and opens it. His fingers flip the pages, his eyes scanning them rapidly.

"coches, armas, drogas...this won't be easy." he says.

You tilt your head, "I didn't think you'd back down from this. Well, if you want maybe I can snag a few lower tier cases. Might take us a while to get you out but..."

He looks right at you then In your eyes.

"Us?" he asks.

You give him a credulous look, "That's what I said."

He hums. His eyes return to the file.

"You're still in a sling. How's that going to work?" he asks.

"You'll be muscle and I'll be brains." you answer.

The corner of his lip curls upward into a smirk. You can't help but smile at him. To stop yourself from smiling too much you reach for the glass of water.

You bring it to your lips and take a few gulps.

"This party that the target is going to be at is tonight. Who's doing recon?" he asks.

"You and me. My contacts are a bit hesitant to work with me in public." you comment.

Armando rolls his eyes, "That's not loyalty."

You shrug your shoulders and wince at the pain in your shoulder. Yes you got shot, no you weren't used to remembering that you couldn't use your shoulder like normal.

"Careful." Armando says.

"I understand why they don't wanna stick their necks out. I mean German let everyone know who I was." you reply.

Armando puts the file down. Completely. And he looks directly at you then.

"You should have gotten your way. I'm sorry about that."

"Not your fault. Just the way things happened. Besides there's always a chance I could." you say as you look out the dinner window.

The cars driving past on the local expressway. You had chosen this place to meet because of the distance from your target. Far enough to not draw any suspicion but close enough to get the job done.

"Still wanna killl him?"

You sigh, "thinking about it."

-

You don't know how you find yourself in these types of situations. Fresh off an injury and here you are, facing gunfire again.

The shattering of glass from the bar makes your heart race.

And that's when it happens. Everything around you goes in slow motion. The thousands of pieces of glass falling to the floor from the divider between you and the gunmen.

The strobe lights over head that cut between the dark. Flashes of pink and blue and green and yellow litter your body in different styles. You raise your hands over your head to protect it from the glass.

Not even a second later, Armando is grabbing you. He's tugging you down onto the ground, underneath a table. What he doesn't anticipate is how much weight he has to him. The both of you go tumbling to the floor.

He's laying on top of you. He cradles your head in his arms as the shots keep ringing out. You feel like you're in a movie or something. It can't be real.

You cannot be on the floor in the middle of a shootout and the only thing on your mind is Armando. Yes you found him attractive before but this is something different. Something a bit stronger.

He's pulling you up by your good arm and hauling ass out of the club.

The two of you work without saying anything to each other. You send some shots back to keep the two of you covered while Armando works on getting the two of you to a safe spot.

That's when you finally say something.

"The van. Make a right!" you shout.

Armando takes a sharp turn. The two of you run all the way to the middle of the street where the van is parked. You left it unlocked just incase things went south. How thankful you are for your contingency plan.

You and Armando let go of each other. You flank left tot he driver's side and he goes to the passenger side. Both of you open and close the doors at the same time.

With a quickness you grab the keys from the overhead compartment and put them in the ignition. As soon as you hear the engine turn over you punch the gas.

-

You hear Armando close the motel door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you fluff up your hair, trying to get the pieces of glass out.

"You got hurt." you hear him say.

You turn around confused as hell. You look down at the front of your body but you find nothing. Sure the mini dress you're wearing is torn at the sides but there's no blood. And you don't feel any pain.

Armando softly grabs your arm and maneuvers you to the bathroom. Not that you needed to be maneuvered any more tonight by him. Your brain couldn't handle his hands on you so much like this.

He flicks the light on and positions you in front of the mirror. He turns you to the side and holds your arm out so you can see it.

You can see the three small shards of glass sticking out of the back of your arm. You didn't even feel it. Huh. Must be all the adrenaline.

Before you can make some smart joke, Armando is checking you for any other injuries. Like actually checking you. He scans you with his eyes and lightly pats you down.

In your head you wonder how that worked for him. Was he going to feel the injury or see the blood on his hands?

"Get on the counter." he says.

But he's really not saying it like it's a request. It's an order. And you don't feel like disobeying at the moment. Your voice might betray you.

So you slide onto the counter.

He reaches underneath you into the counter. He pulls out a red box. First aid kit.

Armando opens the box and takes out all the supplies. He curses in spanish at the lack of them. Three alcohol pads. Two bandaids .An aspirin.

He motions for you to offer you arm. In order to do so, you have to turn a bit to the side. He crowds your space then. Turning the sink on and washing his hands. His face just a few inches from yours.

The sink turns off and then he looks right at you. Like in the eyes.

"I'm gonna take the glass out. No tweezers so bare with me." he warns you.

You can only nod. He gets the alcohol pads and bandaids ready, passes them to you so you can give it to him when he's done.

His thumb and pinter finger dig out the first piece of glass. Which isn't that bad. It's a small chunk, not that much damage. He drops it into the sink.

When he goes for the second chunk, you wince. It makes him stop.

"Lo siento, espera." he says.

He goes again. You shut your eyes and happen to lean your head down on the only surface in front of you and that happens to be his shoulder. He digs and gets the piece in between his fingers.

"Perdon, Perdon, just a little more." he whispers.

He pulls it out and you let out a groan. You can hear the chunk land into the sink. You don't have to see it to know it's big.

"Last one?" you ask.

"Si, estas haciendo bien." he answers.

You wince again when he nicks the piece with his fingers instead of grabbing it. But he grabs it after the first try.

"Respira," he says.

You take a deep breath in. And when you exhale he takes the piece of glass out in one pull. You ram your head even further into his shoulder.

He throws the final chunk into the sink. You open your eyes and move your head so that you can look at him. You're out of breath from the pain.

But you're still lucid enough to hand him the alcohol pad. He warns you in advance that it's going to burn but you don't really know how much until you feel it. The sting makes your body go rigid.

He has to hold onto your waist with his free hand to keep you still. He wipes down the cuts.

"Dame la tirita." he says.

You grab the bandaids and hand them over to him. He chuckles to himself at something. You're not sure what. But you can feel the warmth from his hand on your waist. It's making you more woozy than anything else.

You pick your head up from his shoulder.

"I didn't think I'd end up out of breath in a bathroom with you, but que sera right?" you joke.

He looks at you then, with a smile. The bandaids still in his hand. He doesn't say anything. He just smiles at you and then shakes his head. Like you never even said anything he goes back to placing the bandaid.

"This is the third time you've saved my life." you say.

He shrugs his shoulders like it's a normal thing. His fingers press the sticky sides of the bandaid down into your skin. You can feel his thumb brushing over it.

"Nothing smart to say?" you ask.

He shakes his head, "I know when to shut up."

"Yeah like when you were in the hospital with me after I got shot?" you ask.

He looks at you a bit taken back. You remember how he was only able to spend two nights there. After that he had to be brought back to his cell.

But oh how fun it was to hearts voice talk about meaningless things just to keep you company. Like how you may have gotten shot but one time his mom was cooking with oil on the stove and the pop of oil against his skin hurt worse.

"You remember that?" he asks you this time.

"Most of it. I was pretty loopy. But I got bits and pieces. Before you had to leave." you answer.

He hangs his head then. You wonder why for a moment. but he doesn't let you wonder for too long when he answers your unspoken question.

"So you heard my stupid schoolboy confession." he says.

Which was not what you were expecting. Because you definitely did not hear him confess anything while he sat by your bedside. On one hand you feel bad about letting him reveal it to you now when you didn't know.

But on the other hand... it does feel good to know that whatever your feeling isn't one-sided.

"You never said anything." he adds on.

You snap out of your thoughts. Okay, you couldn't let him think that you knew before this. His head is hung low like he's ready for rejection.

"That's because I didn't know." you answer honestly.

His head picks back up. He looks you in the eyes now. You can feel it in your belly.

"mi gran boca estúpido..." he mumbles under his breath. But because the two of you are the only ones in the small bathroom.

Deciding to take the man out of his misery you reach up slowly with your closest hand. You can feel the stumble growing on his cheeks and the sharp line of his jaw.

"I like your big stupid mouth." you say.

A smile creeps onto his lips. And you can't help the way that you end up smiling.

"Yeah?" he asks.

You nod your head slowly, staring to close the space between you two. You can feel his breath on your lips. The way his eyes flutter down to look at your lips drives you crazy.

"Yeah."

Armando closes the space between the two of you fully. Your lips meet in the middle. It's not a clash or a crash. It's gentle. Something you weren't expecting from him.

Then again, he defies you're every expectation.

You bring your arm up to wrap around his neck but you wince. Finally remembering that your arm was supposed to be in a sling. He pulls away from you all too quickly. You don't like it.

"Stop pouting, you're hurt." he says.

"I'll just take the aspirin. You can go back to what you were doing." you tease.

He hums a response to you. His lips chasing yours once again. His hand that was on your arm travels to your hip, where his other hand never left. You lean back against the bathroom mirror, and when he pushes against you to kiss you deeper you feel the heat in your chest.

You're really glad he decided to be a smart ass the first time you met him.

[bunji-enthusiast]

hiii lovely!! i was wondering if you could do lancelot x cupid!reader headcanons, which the reader is like one of the knights (like the Knight of Hatred/Love or smth like that, idk im not blessed w creativity😭) and she was like adopted by Meliodas and Elizabeth as an infant, so she grew up w Tristan. her cupid-ness was hidden cuz plot ykyk so yeahhhhh but revealed later

this is my first ever request as you can clearly tell😭 but i would be so grateful if you could do this!! no rush, no pressure, just take careee💕

Desiderium

Longing or missing something or someone.

No trouble at all! sorry for the wait my dear ^^ This is a very good request, you gave me a lot to work with so thank you <3

Content || specific details used to describe your cupidness, ooc lance?, generally fluffy with hints of angst (if you squint).

It was easy to know from a young age that you were in-fact the adoptive one out of the royal family of Liones, compared to your bother Tristan you were someone completely different--infallible even. That being someone you were not was easy, for the most part perhaps. In a way, you were something out of this world.

But it certainly went without saying, you were loved all the same. Tristan was truly like a brother to you, as you truly were a sibling to Tristan. Your mother and father, though not biological, treated you the same as Tristan. You all in all genuinely had a good childhood, and grew up to be quite strong. Though you were particularly envious of Tristan for his abilities, as they were something easy and simple to understand. You didn't have the same easiness, having to learn and build it quite literally from the ground up.

Then something even more happened, the knights of prophecy had been revealed. You were apart of the knights, the phrase used to identify your appearance and being?

A being with heart-like pupils, and you were exactly the one that was described. You knew right away that Tristan was a knight of prophecy, but you? what the hell could you do? you barely had a hold on your powers enough as it is. Plus, admittedly, you needed serious help with gaining control of your powers. But you had no idea how to do that without revealing some very personal aspects to you alone.

Though you grew up with Tristan, that meant you had known about Lancelot as well, as the two were always a bundling pair of boys whom always seemed to get into fights or banter. So you had decided to enlist Lancelot's help for training, as he seemed to know very well what he was doing. Far better then you alone actually.

Clash! 

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help.” Lancelot grinned, flipping his grip on the hilt of the training sword. His teasing nature was incessantly repugnant at times, but you didn’t wear off, the spite only fueling you further. 

“Oh shut up,” You huffed, licking your chapped lips as you switched your stance. The sweat on your palms was making it harder for you to gain a proper grip on your sword, it was becoming increasingly annoying for how much you needed to keep up with the blonde boy standing in front of you. “The only reason I asked was so I could get better quicker.”

Clash! Clang!

You jumped back after your sword had made contact with his, taking the time to wipe the sweat from your forehead. Lancelot raised a brow, thinking back to your earlier comment; “Why though? You are one of the knights of prophecy like I am.”

“Why?” You repeated, mounting on the increasing strength of your speed to get in close, causing Lancelot to be caught off guard as he had dodged your attack nearly by a hair to deflect your sword off course with his own. He was wide-eyed for a brief moment, taking the time to re-adjust himself. 

The sword you held in your hand just moments ago fell right onto the ground, making you wince as you clutched your wrist. Lancelot was quick to hold out his hands in-case you had collapsed from exhaustion, but it had seemed he had no reason to do so. So he was quick to retract them as he had waited for you. 

“Ugh, sorry.” You barely let out, crouching on the ground and letting out a groan as you held your hand. Lancelot shook his head, getting closer to you as he checked over your body for any physical previous injuries–and otherwise checking your thoughts–and silently breathed a breath of relief that it didn’t seem to be completely serious. 

“I swear you're a dunce just like your brother sometimes.” Lancelot comments, shaking his head  as a brief-second of a deadpan expression washes over his features. 

You let out a low groan of protest, despite the insult–you grew up with Tristan in the first place, so that meant alot more similarities than you realized. Even if they weren’t physical similarities, “So what?”

“So, don’t push yourself.” He replies simply, “We all have to push past our limits, but that also means knowing when to stop when reaching your limits.” Lancelot said, nodding his head, though transitory. 

As much as he was an annoyance to you sometimes, admittedly you knew he was right as well. You had simply hated when he was right, you sighed in defeat. 

“Fine.” You grinned in chagrin, looking up, you noticed Lancelot held out a hand to help you get up. Reluctantly, you took his help and staggered to your feet. You winced for a moment, causing Lancelot to help steady you. 

“Take it easy.” Lancelot said, breaking the transience for a moment. You nodded in understanding, taking a moment to get a better standing on your own two feet. When you appeared to be looking better to stand on your own, Lancelot slowly let go of you, cautious to ensure you didn’t suddenly fall to the ground again. 

“Can we go again?” You asked, making Lancelot shoot you an incredulous glare. After a few seconds, he sighed and closed his eyes, tearing away his attention from you. 

“Take a break at least, then we’ll go.” He said, red piercing eyes striking your eyes for a moment. You nodded in agreement, going to a nearby stone platform available in the training arena. 

I need to get so much better at this! You thought earnestly to yourself.

Though ever since training with him, you almost swore that you could see an expression of worry in Lancelot's features. Or were you hallucinating? you were unsure, but you decided not to mull over it, otherwise it would've given you a headache.

You had otherwise had truly gotten a better handle on the way your abilities worked, though shapely reminiscent of a Cupid's bow like from some legend's across the land had made vague appearances in some of your techniques. You really didn't want to out yourself this way, so you reeled in the use of some of your abilities and hoped that you weren't going to be noticed.

Being a knight of prophecy had thrusted you into the spotlight far more than you warranted it to be, but upon further study you had realized that you were the knight of Ambivalence. A thin line wrought in the depths of humanity, a truly chaotic means of a trait fundamental to the behaviors of every and all living beings.

Oh, how ironic. You really hated that so much.

This had pointed out truly a vague future that you were panicky about, unsure of truly. Somewhat however, you had shared the same sentiments with Percival, a fellow knight of prophecy. You really hated that your destiny was decided for you, that you would one day be one of the knights to wreak havoc about the earth and destroy the world?

Hell no.

Even if you couldn't steer away from the path you were forced to set out on, you could simply enforce more of your own goodness before the dark eventually encroaches the near end of the horizon.

And one could only hope that you could do enough to help the end result.

"Thank you, I am indebted!" The woman said, shaking from the previous events of the attacks. You only shook your head with a forlorn smile, merely shaking your hands in return as her hands had held your own. 

The reason for the worry and near-shaking however, was something you wished for no one to ever experience. 

You had been assigned to an outpost, a region nestled between the borders of Edinburgh and Liones. On the orders of your fa–the king, you had been keeping a close eye on things due to reports of massive wildebeests and even mountain wolves who’s aggression seemed to be transformed to a maximum. Though you never had really expected wildebeests to be aggressive, mountain wolves sure, but wildebeests? They were normally peaceful animals. 

Upon further search and even a few more days, you began to realize that it was the work of someone who seemed to have very malicious intentions. But you had narrowed it down many times, you know it wasn’t anyone from Edinburgh despite the problems that had befallen your family a few years back, it wasn’t anyone else bordering Liones. So who could’ve gone so far to commit such horrible acts?

That was something you have been trying to figure out, but it was for now that you were simply helping out traveling merchants and families trying to get from one place to next. 

After helping the woman, and sending her on her way, you trudge back toward the outpost since you couldn’t sense anything else. Making you sigh in exhaustion at how much you had been constantly working yourself to the bone, “I wonder how’s Tristan doing?” You muttered to yourself. 

You paused for a moment, waiting as if anyone was going to appear right after that sentence. But there wasn’t anyone, allowing you to sigh in relief as you opened the door to the backside of the outpost tower. 

Though you noticed there was a bird flapping right outside the tower window the moment you had clambered back up to your room, though temporary in the time you’ve been staying here. You wondered why there was one, but you noticed soon enough when you had opened the window and allowed the bird in. 

There was a letter, wrapped in a red-silk lining pressed with the insignia of Liones. Most likely it was either your mother that sent it, or your father. 

You took the letter gently from its legs, murmuring a soft thanks as the bird flaps back the way from whence it came. You trudged over to your desk, which was messy by royal standards, considering the amount of paper strewn across the wooden surface. You sighed, sitting down in the chair and swiping the papers to make room for the letter. 

As you had unfurled the paper from the confines of the red-silk lining, surprise slowly began to make its way into your features. 

The more you looked, the more you realized the writing belonged to Lancelot. 

“Hey [Name],

I’m pretty sure you're surprised and I wish I could see the look on your face, but I asked Tristan to send it from Liones.

I would’ve sent a much quicker means of communication but I would’ve scared you, so this was easier to do. 

Anyway, I hope you're doing alright. Must be pretty lonely without company right?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, “I can do just fine, especially without you dumbass.” You muttered to yourself, a grin slowly crawling on your face without your realization as you continued reading his letter. 

“I've done a lot of stuff lately because of the whole knights of apocalypse thing, but it’s honestly pretty boring without you here.

But you know you shouldn’t have to beat yourself up about being a knight of prophecy right? 

I know it kinda sucks, but you learn to live with it. 

At least I did, but you don’t have to hate yourself over it. I really hate it when you do.

See you, 

                                      — Lancelot.”

You blinked dumbly in stout surprise, did he actually know about all that? Supposedly, you didn’t necessarily hate being a Holy Knight. But it was being part of something that would evidently result in you somehow destroying a better part of a world, that was something you absolutely wanted no part of. 

Fighting and protecting was something normal to you, as for every person who took up arms with their swords. Destroying was something entirely different, and there wasn’t a single bone in your body that you could muster to actually commit such an act. 

Maybe, maybe not.

Trying to reign in and control the festering cesspit of emotions and deal with what was required of you at the same time was beginning to bring in some sort of difficulty, and you just didn't want to know why. Emotions wrought you a difficulty you did not want to face, especially considering your line of work as a knight of prophecy. You sincerely hated it.

Bearing the title was something you never wanted to do in the first place anyhow, so just how were you expected to keep up with; Tristan, Lancelot, Percival, and Gawain. The four of them were far better and more ahead of you in terms of strength, and agility, especially power too.

On top of it all, you had also bore the qualities of a cupid. Which you had many times over had to shrug off the thought whenever someone had brought it up aloud, you never really liked them anyway. But it made you question who your biological parents really were.

Sometimes, you really were envious of the relationships between others that you have seen; romantic or platonic. You really had yearned for something like that, yet you had been left at a stand-still because of the times you had refused to build a bond with Tristan or either of your adoptive parents.

"This is so stupid." You groaned lowly, Tristan lightly patted your back with a weak yet reassuring grin. He really was trying his best to help you ease into meeting with the king, but it was his father, not really yours. Your heart wrenched deeply at the thought, you knew fully what you thought about it, but you hadn’t thought about anything in your adoptive father’s perspective.

“It’ll be fine!” He said, leading you along the castle hallways. 

“You sure? Cause the last thing I said to dad was pretty…” You trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh. “Nasty.”

He shrugged, “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think, Dad’s always been pretty easy going. Even after arguments.” Tristan mentioned, stepping ahead for a moment. You could only nod your head with a relenting shrug. 

The memory still stung pretty harshly in mind. 

“Are you kidding me?” You shouted, slamming your hand on the war-room table. Your brow was raised in disbelief as you casted an incredulous glare at the short-blonde king that was your adoptive father, as always, he remained unmoving. You groaned, your eyes shutting for a moment before you casted another glare once again. 

You threw up your hands, “There’s no way I can figure this out, can’t you send someone else to do it?” You asked, your shapely heart eyes shining in a pleading manner. Meliodas only shook his head, chuckling warmly. 

“The guards are pretty spread out thin, and most of the holy knights are on recon missions right now.” He informed you, tapping his pointer finger accordingly to each location mentioned on the map. “Your mission, should you find out anything useful could garner great help to us.” He said, his expression displayed that of seriousness. He seriously wasn’t kidding. 

“Ugh, fine. Sometimes I really hate you.”

And with that echoing, you simply left the room without lingering to set out for your mission to reach the outpost.

You don't know why, why you did what you did or said. Maybe it was an emotional insecurity, maybe a mood swing. But the last thing you wanted to do was face your adoptive father, the king. You don't know if it sounded particularly bad, but your view of family had shifted quite a lot.

Even while growing up, you've heard whispers, things that made your beaming expression falter even just for a brief moment. Things turned your view around, and no matter how much you simply didn't

The meeting went well, which was one of the biggest relief of air of air for you. But you couldn't get out of your mind the way your adoptive father had looked at you, or Tristan for the matter. It had seemed everyone was tense and high on guard, especially Lady Thetis, whom you are very good friends with outside the knights of apocalypse.

Briefly, you scanned the room, and for an unseeing moment-your eyes locked with his.

Your brows furrowed, yet his never tore away for a moment. The things soon-to-be said in this very room was something you were not excited to hear about in the first place.

'Can we really do this?' you thought to yourself, letting out a sigh. tearing your eyes away from strikingly red ones.

'It's gonna be a lot easier than you realize, I promise you.'

[echantedtoon]

Haishira Polycule Au Rambles P2

@lavenderdrxp

This is a more in depth drabble for this au and I've been thinking hard about it. This would most definitely take place in a modern au. College au if you will. All of the Haishira are majoring in what they would be teaching in Kimetsu Gauken Academy Minus a few people I switched around because it's an au and I have a few ideas.

Although the major difference would be that Shinobu is the one majoring in Chemistry/Sciences to become the chemistry teacher and Obanai is majority in medical/health and later becomes the schools nurse. No offense to Obanai it's just that I feel like Shinobu is a better fit for a chemistry teacher.

There is the main couples of:

Sanemi x Kanae

Mitsuri x Obanai 

Tengen x Wives 

Giyuu x Shinobu 

And Rengoku is single minus the Polycule.

(Debating on whether or not to add Gyomei)

Despite the main couples, they are all in a healthy polyamory relationship minus of course any Kanae x Shinobu (they're sisters you weirdos). Y/n is a daycare worker who works with Gyomei at the college's daycare where single parents who are students can drop off their kids while they attend classes for an extra small fee. Sanemi uses it a lot to help out his mom watch his youngest siblings while she's working, he's at college, and the older kids are at school. Still debating on whether adding Gyomei to the Polycule, but they become very good friends working at the daycare and he eventually introduced them to his friends/partners (if I decide to add him to the Polycule) when they visit him. 

Eventually Y/n will start casually dating either Rengoku or Gyomei (if I decide to add him). She's not sure about joining a polyamory relationship but she respects their already established relationship and they're not really in a relationship (yet-) it's just a date every few weeks or so. But slowly everyone else starts falling for her. First ones obviously being Rengoku and/or Gyomei as they're the ones who first meet her. 

Rengoku absolutely LOVES her. ADORES her even. This man knew from the start he wanted a big family so seeing her act so sweet to all the kids and Senjuro when he comes to visit him makes him swoon. He likes to see Y/n smile with so much kindness in her heart. He can't help but blush every time she gets over seeing the bruises from training at his father's dojo on the weekends.

Gyomei (again if I decide to add him -) like Rengoku also falls for her motherly sweet nature. He's blind. There's no way around it. He either likes or dislikes someone from hearing their voice and listening to their actions. He comes to love the way she sits in the play area and reads the children bedtime stories or sings the babies back to sleep when they wake up and how she giggles when this massive man lets the kids climb all over him. It puts a smile on his face that lasts for hours

The next two are surprisingly Sanemi and Kanae. 

Sanemi's baby siblings adore Y/n as she takes care of them in the daycare and that sparks Sanemi and Kanae into becoming friends with Y/n, and eventually fall for her motherly nature. Sanemi cannonically in Kimetsu Gauken respects women and little kids but most are really intimidated by his presence so meeting someone outside of those who know him great him fairly is a big part of him being able to connect to someone. Sanemi literally goes- "Oh no... She's cute" once he realizes his feelings.

Kanae is simple. She likes how nice and caring Y/n is. She likes how she treats her Sanemi. They both become fast friends. Both are sunshine friendlies and it's just a cute pairing. Especially if Sanemi gets flustered by both of them at once.

The next ones are Mitsuri and Giyuu. 

Mitsuri and Y/n get along quite well with one another and it doesn't take long for this sweetheart to fall for her. It helps that Y/n compliments her on how pretty she thinks her colored hair is, and how cool she thinks her strength is! Both are highly energetic and can bounce off one another easily.

Giyuu is often left out and a lot of people outside of his friends and family don't approach him, so imagine his surprise when not only does Y/n walk up to him on her own accord but is genuinely friendly and nice to him. It doesn't take long for him to fall for her sweet attitude and nature. He often visits frequently with Shinobu or one of their other partners/friends with him and watch him just stutter or try to give Y/n small gifts or just to talk to her. He doesn't have any other relationship this close other than Shinobu.

Tengen and his wives are all a package deal. He's very upfront about it too. This man will just go up to Y/n and straight up ask startling everyone else-

"Do you want to be our girlfriend?" "TENGEN!! WTF?! YOU ALREADY GOT THREE WIVES!!" "OH. Right. Right. I forgot. Let me change my question- Do you want to join our polycule?"

He says this in front of literally EVERYONE who gets very flustered and embarrassed about Uzui's bluntness except for Shinobu who gets annoyed instead and Kanae who just sighs and shakes her head. He likes what he sees. He likes how she treats his wives and friends/partners. This man has no shame in outright flirting with you and making his intentions clear compared to everyone else. Suma likes how you don't yell at her and calm her down through her emotions. Hinatsuru likes how calm and level headed Y/n is making her feel less crazy. Makio loves how instead of telling her to get over it, she understands her annoyance suggests doing something else to relieve the growing tension.

Shinobu and Obanai take the longest time to come around.

It's not that Shinobu dislikes Y/n. She's just not used to getting close to new people or opening up, but she does admit Y/n is a very nice and kind person to everyone and treats them all with equal respect. She does like how Giyuu is treated by her and that's good enough for her. She slowly falls for her as Y/n doesn't push her and instead respects her boundaries but remains friendly towards her. It takes much longer for her to fall for her compared to everyone else but she gets there.

Obanai actually falls under the same reasons as Shinobu. He's happy Mitsuri likes you and he respects how nice you are but does the same thing as Shinobu as Y/n respects his decisions. He likes how nice he treats him despite that slowly liking you too. But what really submits his affection is when she gifts him a medical mask from the daycare's first aid kid when his own mask breaks. She doesn't ask questions. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't make fun of him. She only quietly hands him the mask without questioning him on anything with a smile and not bringing it up again. That's it. That's all it takes. This boy is as smitten with you as his beloved Mitsuri is.

Ultimately though it's up to the reader to decide what happens.

[koreandragon]

Final thoughts about love next door? Both the show and the main romance? I thought it had a lot less depth than it wanted to think it did and one of the most underwhelming romance I've ever seen I don't know why I was supposed to root for them since one of them came off like an obsessive weirdo and the other one came off like she was barely invested in this relationship which for a supposed romance is not a good look.

i was just about to make a post gathering my thoughts so i'll just write them here. i agree with the things you said.

it started off so well, i really liked their dynamic, the writing was witty and fun and it had great potential for that friends to lovers angst. then it fell into the mistake so many dramas seem to fall into and it's that it seemed to lose sight of what it was supposed to be, which was a romance/family drama. it definitely didn't have the depth it thought it had although they made some good points in the beginning with the overworking and depression. i still don't know what the point of seok ryu's stomach cancer was aside from bringing tension between every single character and to have the conflict drawn out for a few more episodes. it was basically a plot device to speed up the romance and to have her family realize how much they've mistreated her.

which brings me to seok ryu's family in particular. i know that no family is perfect and it's natural to have flaws but seok ryu's mom specifically was getting on my nerves. all she cared about was herself, her reputation, what people would think of her and what's bad in her life. like what do you mean it took your daughter getting cancer for you to realize you've been treating her like shit? the whole side story with seung hyo's parents was of no interest to me either, too much time wasted on his parents rekindling their romance and the mom's fake dementia and cheating.

haein and somin seemed to have great chemistry only when they were still friends, after the romance started to develop it felt forced and uncomfortable which was heightened by the fact that the show was content with having minimal intimacy and chaste kisses. seok ryu said she ignored her feelings for 30 years and that she actually liked him first which they have shown no proof of, she didn't even think about him like that until he confessed which is where the show took a nosedive for me. their initial chemistry and bickering just disappeared and instead there was this weird tension and energy between them which can be attributed to the fact that there was this thing hanging between them, seung hyo made things awkward by confessing. but even after they got together it's like they haven't been friends for 30 years and they switched into full couple mode, talking sweetly and romantically which just felt out of place and not how we got to know them and their dynamic. they brought it back briefly only in the last episode with the headlocking and the fighting at the end.

my main issue with the show was that i was Bored. boring. too many plotlines and characters and relationships i did Not care about. episodes and episodes (with an average runtime of 1h 20m btw which was unnecessary) of the main couple suffering after seung hyo's confession because he kept pushing her for an answer and she didn't know what to answer him so episodes just went by with basically no development in their relationship.

the two exes taking up the air for several episodes was mind numbing.

mo eum, dan oh and yeon du did not interest me at all, they were basically as exciting as a saltine cracker. the only compelling thing about that relationship was that he was a single father which they backtracked on and revealed he's actually her uncle, nothing to see here. i was bothered by the chasteness of the main couple (who got one implied sex scene) but this couple were driving me up the wall with how sanitized and underwhelming their romance was. i have more electricity between me and my carpet when i rub my socks on it. kim ji eun was wonderful i like her because she's very lively and funny but watching yun ji on act was like being waterboarded. not trying to be a hater but i don't know if he was directed so badly or he's just Like That. every time we got a pre schooler level peck on the lips i took psychic damage.

there were things i was uninterested in but i still appreciated like the lavender group, i think it's cute that there was a similar friend group as the main one but with older women and it's important to represent that. or the dad's struggle with wanting to provide for his family and feeling inadequate and coming to terms with his retirement to make place for his daughter's dream. although me liking this had a lot to do with how much i like the actor who portrayed the dad because he made me feel very sympathetic towards him.

this was one of those dramas that felt too sanitized and polished for me, the romance was underwhelming because it was so tired and overdone that it didn't make me feel any tingles. just a very forgettable drama all in all

[lullydoesstuff]

☆ Sanemi x Pregnant! Sun Hashira OC Headcanons ☆

I've been asked to write something about Sanemi and a Sun Hashira Reader so, since I don't have many inspiration to write requests are the best thing for me now (requests are officially open in this blog), but if you want to read more about my AUs or OCs you can check @bluespiderlully, there you can find more content if you want.

🌼 The Sun Hashira and Sanemi have a relationship, no one actually knows about that, it's completely a normal thing amongst the Hashiras but usually people are careful, Sanemi and the Sun Hashira weren't so she ended up being pregnant.

🌼 They both were happy about it but this brings MANY responsibilities, the Sun Hashira, being pregnant should temporarily retire from training and -especially- missions since they could harm the baby.

🌼 Sanemi would definitely be scared about this, he didn't had a good relationship with his father so a "father figure" isn't something that he sees as a good thing, he would start torturing himself with this thought even before she finished the sentence "I am pregnant".

🌼 Pregnancy, of course, brings mood swings so even if the Sun Hashira was a kind hearted person before, now she can switch from kind to furious in a blink of an eye... Sanemi isn't exactly the most patient person in the world, he has always appreciate the Sun Hashira's personality and so he treated her with more kindness than usual; well, because he's thinking too much about the whole "I don't want to be a father because being a father means being mean to your wife and children" thing he... he just returns fire with fire and maybe throwing some gasoline on it too. This gives birth to endless discussions about irrelevant things, this happened quite a lot during the first month and a half, then things changed, and we'll see it in the next point.

🌼 After a month and a half the Sun Hashira's mood switches from "Angry with the world" to "I'm sad, I want chocolate, bring me chocolate or I will become a beast again"; Sanemi opens up with her and talks about his past, his father, his family, everything. They apologise to each other, she can't promise she won't have mood swings again, of course, but he does, he promise her that he will be more patient with everything. This actually happens, he becomes way more careful with her.

🌼 They come out as a couple when the pregnancy became impossible to hide, everyone was happy, it's very very unusual for female Hashiras to have children (naturally born and not adopted of course) since that means having to take care of a baby, many of them simply don't want them, or are too afraid to die while in missions.

🌼 Soon Sanemi and the Sun Hashira start thinking about names for the baby, Sanemi starts proposing all his siblings' names, both males and females, since they don't know if it will be a boy or a girl.

I hope you like it, and of course if you have more requests you can DM me or you can send me a message in my ask box.💛

[clovermarigold]

Smoke & Ice Head cannons and facts

Small facts and characteristics that are cannon to my fic, Smoke & Ice. Please note I do not claim any of these to be cannon to the MK franchise!

Don't worry I won't do any woobifying.

Also note after finishing this, I should have named this Angst angst and more angst

pt.2 pt.3

Calla has actually never been in a relationship because she always felt responsible for the Mangrove and like their parents/caretaker/sibling, even when they were around her age. (#oldest daughter vibes)

Bi han grew up with a different side of his father compared to his siblings. I head cannon that he probably learned his assholery from his father when he was younger. But he grew as a person as he had more kids.

Thats also why I think Bi han has both his evident hate and some internalized hate for Smoke. Because he's jealous of how soft and easy he went on him. (#oldest son vibes). This coldness and quiet resentment are also why he is TERRIBLE with children. He will seriously treat them like whole ass adults.

Calla: Go on. Talk to him

Bi han: ...Wanna beer?

Calla: NO!

Smoke on the other hand, is amazing with children. He didn't have a lot of interactions or experience with children, but that didn't stop him from being really good at it. Kids are really good at vibe checks, they can tell.

Smoke tends to hyper analyze and feel guilty after being around the children however, because he feels like he's projecting his memories of his sister onto them.

Smoke despite having MAJOR trauma has a habit of minimalizing it and brushing it off. Which infuriates Kuai Liang to no end.

Kuai Liang is the middle child that acts like the eldest. He got a glimpse to the kind of man their father was, since he's not that much younger than Bi han. But he was one of the first things to inspire their father to grow as a person.

Despite being the middle child, and the brother Bi han hates the least. It's usually Smoke who is the mediator between the two brothers.

The three brothers have vastly different relationships with their parents.

Bi han was an absolute mama's boy. He was always closer to his mom since she was the only person he would accept kindness, love, and even pity from. The day she died was when he truly became the Bi han we all know today. He had a terrible relationship with his father. Due to being put through grueling training when he was younger, as well and having the Lin Kuei's greatness instilled in his mind. Only to watch his father change and abandon this ideology as he aged. To him, any attack to his values is an attack on him.

Kuai Liang on the other hand unfortunately suffered from middle child syndrome. Often not being prioritized due to his mother's focus on Bi han, as well as his father's priority on training Bi han to lead, and later favoritism of Tomas. This neglect is what made him easily the most independent of bunch in their youth. Though this did change after the loss of their mother, which left Bi han to be the most independent and cold.

Smoke, however, is a more complicated matter. While he is undoubtably a daddy's boy. Due to his lack of a present birth father growing up and being taken in by him. His relationship with their mother is difficult. In no way does he dislike or have any problems with her. He just can't bring himself to truly see her as his mom. After watching the death of his true mother and sister, Tomas inherited a number of mental issues that the Lin Kuei never truly bothered to address. The loss of his twin sister made him incredibly clingy and reliant on his brothers, but the loss of his mother left him feeling guilty any time he tried to bond with his adoptive one.

Johhny cage has MAJOR daddy issues and minor mommy issues. Based on character interactions from both MK11 & MK1, we can deduce that he was an asshole. His dad switched between emotionally abusive and absent all together.

While he absolutely adores and loves his mom for being the parent who stayed and raised him, it didn't change the fact that she gave mostly tough love, being a cop and a single mother of two. (His brother who is said to be an asshole though we don't know the extent)

Movies were his main escape from his shitty home life and social life. I decided to keep his characteristics from Mortal Kombat Cage Match, being that he was bullied as a kid. Both by classmates and his brother. As a result, he absolutely loathes bullies, and is fully down to beat the shit out of any adult or minor that bullies any future kids of his, nephews, nieces, or just friend's.

When recreating the timeline, Liu Kang had to decide what to do with the children of Kronica and whether or not to include them in it.

I don't have a canon decision of Shinnok, since we won't be focusing on that in the story, and it'll probably be explained in future games. But Cetrion is a different story.

Cetrion was made to be a caretaker of the earth realm and its life. However, after falling in love with a mortal, was granted permission by Liu Kang to live among them as a mortal.

Their children would eventually become the dryad and subsequentially the Hamadryad, which is why they do not exist in any other previous timelines. It is also why Cetrion was able to become mortal without abandoning her duties. By creating a clan tasked with her previous role.

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed my "Head cannons". Have some tissues on your way out, I know I needed them.

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[wrongcaitlyn]

I WABT TO KNOW ABT KAYLAAAA. Tell me every single little hc u have for her pleasee🙏🙏🙏 I love her sm and the underatedness of her character is crazy. Tyt or canon anything pls😁😁😁

AHSDHFSDJFSD OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME. I LOVE HER. SO MUCH.

i made a post abt her music taste (in talk your talk, but could also be canonverse tbh) on her tyt birthday here - and now onto some other hc's

(AND LITERALLY SHE DESERVES SM MORE ATTENTION SHE IS SUCH AN ICON)

canon: (most of these are taking from my will series bc i put in a lot of cabin 7 hc's into there but that series is mainly focused on will!)

pretty sure this is canon or at least like a universally accepted hc but she was closest with michael, and having lost him hit really hard.

i also think even though she's younger, she arrived at camp before austin, but they both arrived at pretty close intervals so after the battle of manhattan, they were treated as a pair and went pretty much everywhere together

kayla and austin arrived just before the battle of the labyrinth

kayla was already better than most of her siblings at archery when first arriving at camp because darren had taught her - and she already knew she was a daughter of apollo when first arriving bc darren was one of the few parents who, like, knew who her dad was - and he told her before she had to leave

and speaking of darren, they're very close. i tried to convey that in tyt too but i just love a good healthy father daughter relationship and they have that!!

coach hedge brought her to camp

eventually she stops dying her hair green and switches it out for a few different colors, but then reverts back to green a few years later because it's her favorite

she often complains about teaching archery lessons because she's not the greatest teacher, but she's also the best of the apollo kids at archery - but when she eventually finds another apollo kid who's pretty alright at archery she jumps to get away from that role

however she does becomes cabin counselor after will because of seniority

i think she had longer hair when she was younger that darren always put up in two french braids, but then on her way to chb something happened that made her have to chop it off. then she realized she liked it better that way and kept cutting it shorter

talk your talk!

KAYLA AND NICO ARE CONCERT BUDDIES. i feel like i've already said that. but i love it. kayla "uses" him to try and see the artists backstage after the concert or get vip seating, but she's also a total pit girlie and will arrive at the venue hours early to get barricade (am i projecting? maybe)

most avid tiktok user, up there with leo with her social media addictionsdkf

is very easily recognized in public due to the redhead/green hair dye combo- and even though she's a pretty niche celeb she still gets recognized in public a lot

yet she still refuses to change her hair dyeJSDF

nicknamed "Daughter of Apollo" for obvious reasons

i mentioned this in my music taste hc's but she can sing. like. insanely well. she could've been a singer if she wasn't committed to archery. i think it's kinda funny bc i bet that when darren and apollo were still dating they had some kind of bet on which field kayla would go into (with no doubt that she'd be in some way famous) and so when apollo heard her sing at karaoke night for the first time he was like "goddamnit i bet if i had been in her life i could've convinced her to be a singer"- but not completely seriously bc like ofc he's still incredibly proud of his daughter

lovessss to be on podcasts. let her yap!!

she went to a very small (im talking like total <15 people in her class) private school in canada (paid for by apollo) because of all the media frenzy (even though it had mostly died down). that, along with eventually moving in with apollo and going to another private school, made it really hard for her to learn how to socialize / make a really solid friend group (totally not projecting again). i touched on this in ch 7 of greatest of luxuries but she had a hard time fitting into her "friend group" who didn't really contact her after she left - and she jumped at being homeschooled. michael is her first real friend and they are very much grumpy & sunshine coded, but michael really does care for her like a little sister after a while (aka like 10 minutes)

she is just so very youngest child codedLKSJDF

thank you for the ask!!! i absolutely ADORE kayla she deserves everything <3

[shmowder]

Related to that recent post of yours you got any headcanons for how Daniil would be as a dad? Because I truly believe that man would be a good father…. Although he’s probably every teachers nightmare come to life, he also strikes as the type who wouldn’t have originally planned to have any children but the second he holds his kid for the first time he’s absolutely smitten and will tell anyone about his who listens about his kid.

In my heart I know that he's a girl dad.

Daniil, who doesn't care about the baby's gender during pregnancy, who always reminds people that he'll treat his child the same no matter what.

But oh, the second his daughter is born and he holds her in his arms. A whole new life just born into existence, started in front of his eyes, hearing her soft cry as he stood there in a trance.

Realising he's a father now.

It's like a switch immediately flipped. Paternal instincts kicking in.

This child might as well rival the sun in greatness in Dankovsky's eyes, She's genuinely all that's on his mind.

What he thought would be just a new responsibility on his shoulders, another milestone to cross off of the list of life goals before going back to his research and studies, completely turned his world upside down.

You know Daniil's tendency to litter his sentences with "I, me and my" to always talk about himself no matter the subject? Yeah, well, now he talks about his daughter instead.

"Oh your child started crawling, how...nice. Well MY daughter just took her first steps when my partner and I took her out to that new restaurant. Oh yes, I'm aware they don't allow kids, but she isn't just any kid. She is so well behaved and much smarter than her age, of course even the restaurant owner could see that and exempt her from the...common rules."

Daniil doesn't adhere to stereotypical parental roles either. He's taking his daughter to the nearest changing station even if it meant walking into the women's bathroom because the men's didn't have it.

He's the one to prepare her bottles with care, always test the warm water beforehand to ensure the temperature is appropriate, count the tablespoons of powdered milk he scoops, secure the cap and shake the bottle.

Keeping track of her feeding time, preparing her baths, and drying her throughly. Keeping her warm and safe as she drifts off to sleep before laying her back into her crib.

He doesn't "forget" or get lazy. He takes each of those responsibilities seriously no matter how much of his personal time is cut off because of it.

He's always boosting about how his daughter has no difficulty solving those kids' educational puzzles and how he started giving her adult puzzle to solve instead.

He's doting in his own way, spending time with her during playtime, letting her mess his hair and paint on the walls with no repercussions. Allowing her absolute freedom in self-expression.

Part of him especially enjoys the clothes shopping.

Dad Daniil who would rather set the store on fire than allow his child to wear something tacky or cheap, who takes his daughter to high-end brand stores to get her measurements taken so a tailor may design a one of a kind set for her. Putting extra care in styling her hair each morning, the hair accessories with actual gems and pearls, the neat tidy shoes and socks with ruffles. Daniil dresses her like his very own doll and basks in all the compliments other parents give her way each time they go out.

Each birthday is given it's due in importance and made into an event, sending invitations to his colleague doctors and researchers alike, taking pride in each cursive letter he inks as his daughter sits on his lap, eyeing his work with interest and sometimes adding an ink stain or two with her small fingers.

Daniil's study becomes her favourite place to play as she grows up. While Daniil would've chased any other rascal away who attempted to even touch his medical equipment, his daughter is treated like royality instead.

Part of him enjoys teaching. He lacks the patient, but his love for her overflows through his veins and makes him want to try harder and better himself, be more gentle.

This is why he's patient as he teaches her how to work a microscope, how to be careful with the cog as you turn it, and how to carry the glass slides with diligence.

And the look on her face as she marvels at the discovery that a whole new world of microscopic organisms exists just under her little thumb, it made Daniil feel as if all the suffering and hardships he went through just to get up to this point were completely worth it.

He infects her with his love for science. He reads to her fables and stories each night to raise her on good morals and grant her a noble soul.

His daughter quickly takes a hatred to lying as much as he does, she is never afraid to state her opinion neither is she reluctant to share her ideals and dreams, no matter how big she dreams, her father taught her that anything is possible if you work hard for it.

While they may have a falling out during teenagehood like any healthy parent and child relationship goes through, I think Daniil would still be her favourite parent even then.

He's the first to stomp to the private school if he even suspects anyone is giving her a hard time or a teacher is being unreasonable.

He's the one who has the period talk with her as a doctor. He reassures her this is all completely normal, and he'll offer her painkillers whenever it gets too much.

Dankovsky even has the sex talk with her later as she grows up. He would rather she stayed aware and informed than accidentally got herself into an unkown situation. He explains everything with the nonchalance of a medical professional rather than a father to not make things awkward for her.

That's why their relationship survives the rocky teenage years, because The Bachelor made sure to remain a stable figure in her life. To always be nearby to help but never be suffocating or judgmental.

His daughter is genuinely his life's work. He has put all of his efforts into giving her the best possible relationship with her parents, into letting her flourish into her own person and help her achieve her goals.

He's stiff with the kids' ingame, easily annoyed, and only humours their conversations if it's someone extremely polite like Capella.

Ingame, Daniil rarely mentions his family. You don't know what kind of parents he had, and judging by his university years of carrying a pistol around and even stealing samples to aid in his research when he hasn't earned the doctor title yet, it's not hard to figure out he may not have been close to his parents, let alone his father.

With their expectations set on him since a young age to become a "conqueror" and join the military, there is a big chance he came from a military family set in traditions. How his pursuit to become a healer rather than a fighter might have been deemed a sign of weakness by them, especially for a "man" at that time period.

Maybe they didn't view knowledge as an equal to power, a Bachelor's degree at that time period was the second highest degree you could ever get from a university. Daniil not only succeeded in his field but founded a while research lab, became nationwide famous, and made everyone who ever doubted him eat their words.

Powered by spite and the need to prove his parents wrong. That's why he's so insistent on doing the opposite as a parent, to show his child unconditional love and support no matter what their dream is.

Otherwise, he doesn't take them or their dreams seriously, much like his parents probably met his dreams to "defeat death" with scepticism and doubt.

If Daniil Dankovsky had a child, any child. He will always take them seriously, be their confidante, and never dissmiss their goals or passions as mere "kid's imagination" or a phase.

Even if his child didn't turn out smart or exceptional, even if they struggled with the most basics and were quite behind others their age.

Daniil would never belittle them or even suggest they should give up, he'd double his efforts to connect with them, to try different methods and teach them that no matter how unfair and cruel life is, you must keep trying.

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FORBIDDEN LOVE TIME SWITCH

CHAPTER 2 - GLIMPSE OF HER LIFE

Here I am providing a very short glimpse of my character's life and we will discover more about her life as we progress through the storyline, I hope you enjoy

for more details check out my masterlist

word count - 706

Well, we didn’t have our introductory part, did we? So here we go…

So I myself Anastasia Warner, the only child of the Warner family, who owns The Warner’s vintage vault, which is one of the fashion studios in London. My father is the founder and CEO of this studio and my mother is the head creative director I work under her as an assistant, but she wanted me to have the title, so I took the position. 

Before we start with my life, I would like to give you guys a brief glimpse of my parents' lives…why? Because they are the reason why I am here narrating my story to you guys, and I suppose that's a better starting point than starting with my tragic one.

So, everything began when my father visited some part of South Asia, and I am not sure about the exact location. He visited this place on behalf of some venture but ended up meeting my mother. I always heard him praising my mother like she is the most precious thing he has ever gotten in his life, the treasure he wanted to protect, the only soul on the planet or in the universe that he really cared about, to whom he actually showed his true affections. 

I don’t know about their love story in detail, but from what I heard from my mother, it is kind of a typical cliché love story that she worked in a small tailoring center situated at the outskirts of the city. He saw her while he was on his way; they met each other, fell in love, and here we are.

Moreover, they struggled a bit with their life, since he belonged to a very prestigious family in the UK. They never approved of this kind of relationship, but my so-called father stood with my mother, and he took her with him to London, away from his family.

I still am not aware much about their family or past life, but all I can say from what I heard from my mother is that they struggled a lot at the early stages of life, and at some point, they took the risk of starting a boutique. At first it didn't turn out to be what they expected, but later on they started to see a negligible rise in their profit amount and further grew it into something that they themselves never envisioned.

So now coming back to myself; well, technically I don’t have much to say about myself, since I spent most of my childhood in a boarding school away from my parents and rarely even saw them during that time. Even when all the students went to their homes during vacation, I almost spent my vacation inside the four walls of the campus; sometimes I was sent to my maternal grandmother’s house, and my mother rarely paid me any visits when I was there, but whenever she paid a visit, she did make sure that I was properly taken care of, giving me lots of gifts, toys, chocolates, and dresses—all the materialistic things that a child craves at that age, except for one mandatory thing called love…

Anyways, coming back, after completing my schooling, I have taken an interest in physics and thought of doing a graduation in that field. But my stupid-ass brain wasn’t satisfied with that, so out of curiosity, I took a diploma course in fashion designing, since designing runs through my blood. 

After completing my diploma course, my mother offered a job at their office as an employee with my degree, and I said yes, why? because I was in desperate need of financial stability and my part-time job wasn’t that profitable for me, so I took upon the job offer, but little did I know about my father’s plan in all this, which later ended up in hating him more than I already was with how he treated me. If you ask me whom I despise the most, it is my father… Yes, he is a very good husband and treats his wife just like the queen she is, but he is not a good father, and he will never be one as well… 

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could you do 3 for the kinks list? but like Mike switching it up and bottoming for Micky for the first time as a treat or because of trust or something?? :) :)

a list of 69 kinks– send a prompt and a ship -- 3 Anal sex

They'd never had a sit-down kind of conversation about who would do what, or who would put what where.

What had happened was they'd been in the heat of it and had looked at each other like they were about to dance and didn't know who would lead. Or maybe more like those times they were about to kiss and leaned the same way, and busted up laughing before Micky would just swoop in for a peck.

Micky had swooped in there, too. He hitched his legs up to hook Mike's waist and declared "I'll do it!" in a very dramatic kind of way, a vocal bugle.

"Sounds like you're doing something heroic," Mike said.

It was a tease except for the part where it wasn't.

Because Mike felt a wild sense of relief.

"Oh, I am," Micky carried on with that same voice, "I'll throw myself on that sword!" then he kissed Mike's neck and murmured in his own sweet voice, "Again and again and again."

It was true, too. After Micky had it once, he was hooked. He'd beg for it.

Micky never asked to switch them up, and for the most part that suited Mike just fine.

Mike thought about often it in a back-of-the-mind kind of way. Those times when he watched as Micky was riding him, with his eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, and he'd think he'd like Micky to enjoy him that way. He'd think he'd like to enjoy Micky that way.

Less frequently he'd think of it in a more serious sort of manner.

They'd both only been with women before they'd been with each other. At least, more or less.

He'd been with a woman, singular. Micky had been with them in the plural.

Mike had only really dated Jo Barker, back in high school, for about two years. It was the sort of thing that was perfectly nice. They never, ever fought. All the same he felt like he'd been missing out on something, but because he'd never had what he was missing, he couldn't quite say what 'it' was. He was aware of feeling an absence, but not aware of what would fill that blank space in him. He wasn't even aware of the shape of it, didn't know what to look for. Jo was nice and a good friend to him, and they had the relationship he figured he was supposed to have. He had the sex he figured he was supposed to have. And he liked both well enough but not so well that he found himself longing when they broke up after high school and she went off to become a nurse and he drove off to California.

He'd say her name, when friends would ask after his romantical sort of life. When he said 'Jo' he could see the shutter-flash in some sets of eyes. Many assumed it a nickname, short for JoAnn just like it really was. But there were others who thought for a half-second he was talking about a man—a misinterpretation he found happened more often in California than had ever happened in his rural hometown in Texas— until he went on to say she had gone on to nursing school and they sent each other postcards now and again but she'd found a new man more suited to her life in Texas.

That always tickled something in him, when they thought he was talking about a Joe instead of a JoAnn. He felt a little scared, and a little more comfortable, all at once, because he realized what shape it was he wanted to fill his life with.

Micky hadn't ever thought much about those things. Or at least so he said to Mike, which was probably the truth.

His first sexual experience in any form, he told Mike, was a gay one but also one he'd barely seen as a sexual kind of experience at all when it was happening. Which was to say there'd been no awakening, around it.

His friend, Lawrence Davis, had shown him one of his father's Playboy magazines. And they'd hiked out to a remote place on the beach even though it was a cold day and they'd been shivering and huddling up together on the walk to try and stay warm. They found some big, gray boulders to sit beside, laid the magazine in the sand, and started jerking off over the pictures there. Then Micky had thought, what the hell, and suggested they jerk each other off, instead, since that seemed a more enjoyable kind of way to go about it. There'd been no intent to it besides having a hand that wasn't his own. Lawrence had eagerly agreed. So they'd done that instead, and everything had seemed all right until after they'd said their Goodbye, see you at school tomorrow's. It was only seeing Lawrence looking straight through him in front of their lockers the next day that Micky had gotten the idea that he'd done something wrong. Lawrence never said more than two words to him after that.

Micky explained it in a way of both carrying around a heavy guilty rock in his stomach and not having much concern about it at all. Which was something that made no sense and which Mike understood.

Either way, everything else Micky had done had been with women, and he'd loved every minute of that. He hadn't felt much like anything was missing in the general sort of way that Mike had; he felt it only in the specific, in that he'd just as soon have a woman as he would a man, but he'd sooner have Mike than anybody in the world.

Mike carried the awareness that while he thought no which way about the sex he'd had with Jo, Micky was thrilled about every experience he'd had with a woman— sex that Mike knew perfectly well had fallen under the traditional sort of umbrella. And so he was aware that Micky was fitting himself to Mike's desires. And Mike was also aware, as the thought of Micky's cock inside of him thrilled and frightened him, that his feelings on why were much the same as when folks thought Jo might be Joe.

Micky was straddling Mike's hips, positioning to bury Mike into himself, when the non-serious and serious thoughts on the matter finally converged.

"Mick," Mike said, grabbing Micky's hips, rocking him forward, "Let's do something different."

"Sure, Baby. How do you want me?"

"In me."

Micky's breath caught. Mike could see the gasping swell, then still, of his chest. "In you?"

"Unless it's a problem," Mike said, joking, kind of.

"Man, if I could have that kind of problem all the time—" Micky tutted. Which was the response Mike had known he was going to get, and the reason he'd said anything at all. He wanted the joke and the reassurance that the idea appealed all at once. Wanted Micky to want him that way. "I thought you didn't dig that."

Mike shrugged. "I don't know I do," he said, "I dig the idea of it, with you."

Micky considered him a moment, rubbing the back of Mike's hands where they still sat gripping Micky's hips. Mike's cock was tapping familiarly against Micky's ass each time he breathed. The thought of doing it how they always did was easy and comfortable. His cock was already slick, ready. He could feel the lube on Micky's fingertips where he was touching Mike's hand. Then Micky grinned at him and said, "I'll make you dig more than the idea."

"I don't doubt it," Mike said as Micky climbed off of him. Which was to say he had no doubt in Micky's ability; he regularly had his mind blown when Micky would shove him onto the bed, onto the floor, against the wall, and take hold of him; stroke him; suck him; get himself off on his cock. Sometimes Micky would kiss him and that would be enough to get him throbbing hard. Micky didn't find that strange. He said he got a little stiff just about every time Mike kissed him, which was an ego-boost all in itself. When it happened to Mike, Micky'd just grin and dip his hand to palm Mike's cock through his pants, to get him good and eager if they had the time to do anything, to tease him if they didn't— but despite all that, the experience was singular in Mike's mind. He'd never felt so excited with Jo, or with any women he'd kissed but never gotten so far as to have sex with. He wasn't even sure there was another man who could stir him that way, now that Micky had.

He had doubt in his own mindset, which was somehow a different thing entirely from thinking the sex would drive him crazy.

"Can you get on your hands and knees?"

Mike nodded. He did as he was told.

Asked, rather.

The distinction mattered in some way that Mike couldn't quite formulate in his mind. Something beyond letting the control be his.

Micky settled on his knees between Mike's legs, but his ass was to his heels; the idea of being fucked was still out of Mike's grasp some odd way. He couldn't feel Micky's cock against him, fingers inside him; he only knew that Micky was in the position before the position. He wasn't sure what to think of that, that time of knowing what was going to happen before anything did.

"'Are you nervous?" Micky asked, like he was reading Mike's mind.

He kissed the small of Mike's back.

Mike wasn't sure if he'd ever been kissed there.

Micky's kisses always brought a comfort to him, and he could feel his shoulders drop a little as his muscles relaxed.

In some funny way that changed his 'yes' to a 'no' all on its own. But he said, "Only a little."

"I was nervous when you fucked me, the first time."

"You didn't seem it."

Mike wondered a little if that was why Micky had rushed him, their other first time, instead of just the regular sort of excited he typically was that had him slamming back to get Mike to fuck him quick and dirty. It had become lovemaking, that first time, but only after they'd gone at it fast a while; a backwards sort of way to the idea that was in Mike's head, and backwards, too, to what other limited experience he had with it.

Micky laughed a little. "Well, it was a trust fall. I knew you'd catch me," he said. He wrapped his arm around Mike's waist, to grip his cock. "You always take care of me," he carried on, peppering kisses along Mike's ass, on the backs of his thighs, his side, as he started stroking him slowly. "Always make me feel so good. So, so good." He grabbed Mike's ass, giving himself access, and kissed him there, too. Mike felt a shiver go through him, making him clench, then relax. "I want to take care of you, too."

Then Micky's tongue was lapping against him, wet and soft and strong. Mike could feel the whole of his face. He could feel the slight give of Micky's nose. The curve of his sharp, strong chin. He enjoyed Micky's tongue often, enjoyed how quick and eager Micky always was to taste him, and it was no exception then. He pushed back to get more of it and Micky licked him open, pressed inside of him.

Micky's hand was still stroking him, grip firm but sliding smooth along the slicked skin. It amazed him, floored him, made him drop from his hands down to his forearms, how well Micky could lap and swirl his tongue while stroking him off.

He'd always compliment Micky's multitasking. He'd say it was impressive how Micky could drum and sing lead at the same time. He knew he wouldn't be moving his hands and feet and mouth on time that way. Micky would laugh and say it was like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time— then he'd try to pat his head and rub his stomach and fail in a confusedly endearing kind of way that Mike was at least mostly sure wasn't a bit. He couldn't swing it for anything that wasn't a passion.

Mike was very aware, being fucked on Micky's tongue, having his cock jerked off in quick, rolling strokes, while he panted and sweat into their mattress, that he was a passion.

Then Micky stopped touching him altogether.

Mike's hips jerked after him in a stuttering pump. He wasn't sure which touch he'd been chasing after.

"Feeling good?" Micky asked. And he rocked his hips, but he still wasn't lined up despite having risen on his knees. He wasn't even trying; his cock rubbed against Mike's balls, staying hot and heavy beneath them.

Mike turned his head sideways. His eyes caught Micky's somewhere that felt so high above him. He'd looked up at Micky many times before they had sex, but it was the first time he'd felt small in it. But it wasn't small in a fearful sort of way. It was small in the way he'd curl his knees when Micky snuggled in behind him when they went to sleep. Small in the way of being held. In being kept. What he felt was past good. He felt amazing, beyond just the physical which was plenty in its own right. He felt seen, and wanted, and needed. He wanted them to hurry up, and to slow down. He wanted to savor it, and wanted Micky's cock buried into him. But what he said was, "Just fine."

Micky snorted a laugh and said, scoffing, "'Just fine'. I'll show you 'just fine'."

It was far from the first time that Mike considered himself lucky that Micky enjoyed his humor.

Micky's hands weren't what Mike considered large. He thought Micky's fingers might have been a little shorter than his own. But maybe they were a little wider. Micky's hands were boxy; his fingers were boxy, too. They felt thick when they pressed inside him, and what a thing, to think how thick they felt when he was already more familiar with the weight of Micky's cock. He knew the way it filled his mouth, how it felt to wrap his hand around it, and he could picture now the more of it all. That Micky's tongue was just his tongue and his fingers just his fingers, and that just was still more than enough to get him there. That he could have come from Micky's tongue working him over, from Micky's fingers fucking him as deep as they could go.

He'd never made much noise, before, least of all compared to Micky who would let out little 'ah's every time Mike fucked into him, who would moan good and deep when he rolled his hips as he sat body-to-body on top of Mike, who would say 'yeah, yeah, like that,' whenever there was a good rhythm going. Mike might grunt with exertion, but if it was more than that, if he groaned, or moaned, or cried out in any way in particular, Micky would get a look of wild pride to him and take Mike harder to try and get him to do it again— a tactic that was much enjoyed but had mixed success.

Micky's fingers drew a whimper out of him.

He knew without seeing it that Micky's face had that familiar, smug, pride on it.

"Just fine," Micky said again, teasing, as he drew his fingers away, leaving Mike wanting, empty.

But it was only a moment, and then he felt the head of Micky's cock bumping against his skin. He was pushed open, stretched wide, as Micky rocked into him slow. And he had thought before—the first time and every time after— how close they were, when he was buried inside of Micky. But it felt closer still, to be on this side of things, to feel just how deep Micky was, to feel Micky's pulse beating fast inside of him.

Even when they were just staying still together, Micky pushed inside him, chest pressed against his back, kissing his shoulders and dropping a hand to stroke his cock, it was more than he could have ever wanted from it. And when Micky started moving, it was even more than that; more than he could have imagined, because it was exactly as Micky had said: It was taking care. It was chasing the motions that made his breath hitch, fucking him in a way that felt so easy. The first time he'd met Micky he'd had the warm flood of familiarity like they'd known each other their whole lives. It felt like he'd been there a thousand times before, when he was brought to the edge with thighs shaking and Micky saying, "Here, here," and urging him to lie flat against the mattress, where he came in the sheets as Micky rocked into him, grinding their hips together, holding him tight, blanketing him with his thin body. Micky came in him moments later and the heat made him shiver.

It was hard to even imagine, that he'd felt relief in letting it pass him by for so long.

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if its okay to request? Can you Yandere (romantic) Headcanon on Slugterra (Twist, Tad, Junjie) x Reader, who's like younger twin sister of Eli Shane?

(thank you)

Hi! Just to make sure, in those works Tad has THE SAME AGE of Reader, he is 13 in the series so i have to change that in the works (i would NEVER write for Someone so young unless is platonic, but honestly Tad take me by surpise. I never knew he was a fucking kid😭)

Yandere! Twist/ Tad Blakk/ Junjie x Shane! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: Yandere content, Yandere behaviors unhealty mindset, intrusive thoughs, Stalking, overprotection, overbearing behavior, manipulation, Unhealty relationships overall,

Tad Blakk

• OHHHHHH this is a BAD one.

• remember I mentioned my previous work with Eli's twin sister? Well, in that work, I specified that reader had stayed on the surface when Eli left, she probably even decided to escape from her uncle's house, simply because she didn't want to deal with her family, not now that Eli was gone, he had LEFT her, rather.

• and guess who she met on the surface, with the same problems related to a VERY close relative in Bajoterra who had left them behind for unknown reasons? Exactly! Tad.

• I like the theory that Tad probably lived near the same neighborhood as Eli, and that's why he found the Shane entrance. For the same reason, he also found ONE Shane, however, things didn't go as one wanted, since Tad ended up getting very, very attached to reader.

• Probably the most unhealthy aspects of their dynamic arose more on the surface. Tad is a great manipulator, so it's easy for him to do things like make reader not leave him alone, arguing that no one wants to be with him, making reader believe that HE is the only trustworthy person in her life, etc.

• He's also quite controlling, he wants to have everything under his radar, that includes reader, so if she starts acting without thinking or without telling him, Tad perceives this as a threat to their dynamic, and as the moment to strike dominance.

• Whether it's manipulating reader into doing something bad against her will, using her insecurities against her or something WORSE, Tad assures that no one else will want reader, but that's okay, because no one else wants him, not even his father, so all she has to do is be with him, and neither of them will be alone.

• This way, they can seek revenge together, they can find Eli in Slugterra, and make him pay for the harm he did to them by killing Tad's father, and abandoning reader) doesn't that sound good? (translation: join me, or else…)

• However, when Tad realizes that this backfired, making reader more depressed (instead of happy, as he anticipated) he genuinely doesn't know what to do.

• But this is reader's chance to switch roles, now that Tad is desperate for control in the relationship, reader just has to give him the illusion.

• They must make a deal, he will give her freedom, and she will give him her company.

• Obviously Tad is not stupid, he realizes that there is some reason behind this, and he wants to know WHY.

• And reader, she simply answers that he is a miserable being, that he has earned a twisted, painful and moldy place in her heart, he can do with it whatever he wants, she just gives him options (which he accepts! But god…).

• Thus is formed one of the worst couples in all of Slugterra, ready to see who puts the other down first.

Twist

• If you've read my previous Slugterra work, you'll know that Twist is a very stubborn person, even more so now that he has a prefixation on reader.

• This probably brewed during his time as a traitor within Shane's gang, generally considering that reader is not only one of the few people with a brain in the group (according to him), but she treats him genuinely.

• And this doesn't change even the next few times they see each other.

• Even as enemies, reader tries to be empathetic towards Twist, she understands that what her father did was wrong, and doesn't try to sweep it under the rug (like Eli..), she genuinely wants to help him, not turn him in.

• This causes Twist to mistakenly believe that reader is attracted to him, leading to their typical flirtatious interactions and cheesy one-liners. Which only make reader grossed out and hit him with a demolition slug.

• But unfortunately he doesn't give up, he's delusional, VERY delusional.

• He sees Shane's gang as an obstacle, that has filled the reader's head with wrong ideas (like the ones his father had) and that he would only have to get rid of them so that the reader REALLY understands his intentions.

• There are also the not at all veiled attempts to make her join Dr. Blakk's side, either with his typical lame arguments, or by blowing out of proportion all the bad things that Will Shane did, like how he and his word can't be trusted, etc.

• All this so that she sees him in a better light, but the truth is that it only makes him look desperate.

• Anyway, if somehow the reader decides to leave Shane's group, you can bet that Twist is hot on her heels to get her to join him, or even, he decides to separate from Blakk to go after her. Thinking that this way they can TRULY be together, without Shane, without Blakk, just the two of them.

• Obviously reader doesn't want a travel companion, but it's not like Twist leaves much of a choice, besides he hasn't done anything wrong…for now, but she definitely hasn't forgotten everything she put her brother through, and it will cost a lot to fix that.

• That's probably where certain protective or possessive attitudes come from, Twist thinks that if he shows reader that he's trustworthy, by protecting her, then she'll finally accept him, but he doesn't take into account that she doesn't want his protection.

• He's also a big party pooper every time reader wants to form their own group or bring more people with them, either by sabotaging everything, or even threatening the new members of the gang.

• Obviously reader KNOWS that Twist is responsible, but no matter how many times she tells him to go away, that she hates him, that she doesn't want to see him or his "help", he just acts like she's playing hard to get and follows her like a lost dog.

• Bottom line, he's a pain in the ass, but he's hell-bent on being YOUR pain in the ass (that didn't come out right-- but You get what i mean).

Junjie

• Oh god, this is the best one yet and yet he feels so bad about all of this.

• Junjie probably thought at first that he was having flashes of Goon's influence again, freaking out like you have no idea, but when the reader reassured him that he wasn't, and he STILL had those thoughts... well, he felt horrible.

• Not just because Junjie is not only one of the few self-aware Yandere, but he also practices restraint A LOT. He believes that if he restrains himself enough, these thoughts will go away on their own. That's what he wants at least, he wants to be a GOOD PERSON, NOT THIS.

• This might make him feel even more guilty about what happened with the eastern caverns, he thinks that by having these kinds of obsessive thoughts it makes him a bad person, that deep down, he let all the bad things in his life happen to him, because he deserves it.

• This leads to several sleepless nights, sometimes without eating, desperately trying not to run into Reader, without much success.

• It all gets to the point where the team has to force him to sit down to eat, and, to Junjie's bad luck, Reader was right next to him.

• Though, strangely, he didn't remember much else after seeing Reader. He found out after he passed out and slept for a few hours (almost a whole day).

• That, and Junjie realizes that the thoughts are much more... calm now, all because Reader and him interacted.

• This can end up generating a new kind of trend, when the thoughts are too strong or Junjie feels too tormented by the past, he goes and stays near Reader. and everything is silent again. Much to his relief.

• And Reader seems to take it well! She's just happy to help him feel better, and reassure him that he's not a bad person for having "intrusive" thoughts (as she calls them) - we all do to some extent! - which is also very reassuring.

• Sometimes this isn't enough though, and Junjie resorts to some... unorthodox and downright embarrassing (her words) tactics.

• Things like stalking Reader when she goes to run errands alone, watching her out of the corner of his eye when he's "meditating", he's even gone so far as to watch her while she's sleeping (he's not proud, he swears, but he can't stop himself).

• He makes sure no one sees him when he does this, but he's sure that Pronto has caught him sleepwalking on occasion, and the other members of the group are acting weird. He doesn't blame them, but then again, he's not doing it out of malice - he genuinely doesn't want to do this.

• The group members are sure that Goon screwed up his brain and that maybe they could make him see it with the Shadow Clan. While the reader is just worried about everything.

• Let me just say, Junjie can't help but dread the time when he returns to the Eastern Caverns, a part of him wants it with all his might so that he doesn't potentially put the reader in danger. But another part of him doesn't know what he'll do once everything is over. We'll have to wait and see...

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[firebirdsdaughter]

Also…

… Just bc I feel bad saying I was lukewarm about him in my other tags… I do like Ichigo. He's one of the more well rounded shonen protags in that he's actually allowed to fail from time to time and while he's overly powerful, isn't treated as the super ultimate power, necessarily. He just happens to be a weird chimera of powers that allows him to to do things people of one aspect can't necessarily do.

And he doesn't insist he's the most powerful either. Him chronically trying to help everyone is his nature, not him looking down on them. He respects the powers of all the Captains and his friends, he just wants to help.

And everyone else is allowed to be strong, too. Kenpachi is an absolute wild card, and I think Byakuya's also up there (not favouritism, I swear—okay, maybe a little bit) if he's fighting without being conflicted (I've come to theorise that first big fight between them would have gone on longer/differently except Byakuya didn't really have his heart in it, he'd just convinced himself he did), Hitsugaya's got a massively powerful sword and he's probably just going to keep getting stronger. Renji and Rukia achieve their own bankais and defeat enemies on their own. Ikkaku and Yumichika are no slouches, either. Despite some questionable writing, Orihime is allowed to be strong as well, having powerful defence and healing abilities, and her kindness is often treated as a strength. Her having no killing intent isn't treated as a bad thing. You've got Shunsui, Ukitake, and bloody Yamato in the mix. Uryuu fights on even footing with plenty of super powered enemies, and though he does go out of focus, Chad is never made out to be the weakest or anything.

Like I liked that in the end, they defeated the overpowered invincible big bad through teamwork the Old Men Brigade set things up, and then even Ichigo couldn't get a hit in until Uryuu used what their fathers made to help (and I'm glad that it was Ichigo and Uryuu working together, bc that was super poetic).

I'm just rambling now, but the point is, Ichigo is a good example of making powerful protag who doesn't (always) come off as too overpowered.

It's often treated as more he happened to be the right combination of things or the right circumstances to prevail. Wasn't hypnotised, already had a little hollow in him, is just really bloody stubborn. He's also just a nice guy! He cares about people he befriends and will work his ass off to help them bc that's his belief.

Anyway, to complete in another direction (sort of), I was thinking about this bc of how when he reaches the Soul Society in the blood war arc, the first thing he does after getting Akon to help is go to see Byakuya. Probably bc he saw that Rukia and Renji were unconscious and Byakuya was fading, and probably knew he'd want to now they were alive, but like. While they're not personally very close, I do think Byakuya is one of the Captains Ichigo is closest to bc he's so close w/ Rukia and Renji. Just by virtue of that, he'll end up interacting w/ Byakuya more often. And he does respect him (I think he got over the 'I'll kill you' the moment Byakuya took Gin's sword for Rukia). He goes to check on him, and reassures him that Rukia and Renji are alive, even saying 'don't worry.' Like I said before, I totally think he would have lied there, if they hadn't been, bc he'd be well aware that information would completely break Byakuya. He thinks he's dying, he wouldn't leave him thinking he'd completely failed to protect them. But more to the point, he doesn't respond after Byakuya talks about how ashamed he is and begs him to help. He responds to the first question, but goes silent after that. And…

I love tranquil fury. I love it. I love this moment bc Ichigo's already fuming from sensing/hearing everyone being hurt. He's already super pissed. But to me there's some thing about the way he goes silent during that talk that feels like a switch is well and truly flipped at that moment. After that, he doesn't stop or pass go, just heads directly to Yhwach and is clearly completely enraged.

Bc until then, there's been a little bit of distance. He's angry bc he could hear it, he's even angrier when he gets in there and sees what's happening, but then he goes over to Byakuya and has one of the strongest, proudest, most level headed and noble people he knows break down in tears and beg him, while apparently dying, for help. The one who had previously told him that none of the Captains would ever need his help.

And that just hits the unstoppable rage button.

[vampirejuno]

if you have the time and brainpower i would love to hear more abt ander ("ander"?) bc that's such a fun premise. idk if it's "fun" in the canon of the story per se but [insert eyes emoji bc i'm on desktop rn]

Hehehehehehe yesssss >:]

So! I refer to them as "og ander" and "ander" (or Mira, if talking about pre-transition) respectively. Story takes place in a pre-industrial but slightly post-medieval feudal country (unnamed for now lol). The twins are from an important noble family, but, while they're respected, they're not always treated as well as other noble kids because their mother is a non-white foreigner. Mira is a bit more visibly mixed than her brother, but otherwise they look almost identical (despite my art skills).

Now, their mother comes from a matrilineal society where women raise their daughters and leave the sons to the fathers, so she raises Mira according to her customs, and og Ander is raised by their father to be a Good Son and Heir. But the twins are still very close, and every once in a while escape for a day out in nature, usually to the river.

It's kind of implied that they were both trans from the start as they liked to switch clothes as little kids and could pass for each other, until their father caught them doing it. Og Ander later on thinks of it as their souls getting mixed up before they were born. It's a bit easier for Mira at the start because her mother's culture involves martial arts and hunting, something that helps Mira feel more masculine in her father's society. Og Ander however, well..... He saw masculinity as a performance and a duty he had to keep up, until one day when they're about 12 it just wears him out and he can't keep doing it anymore.

So naturally og Ander fakes his death by "drowning" in their river and runs off to be a witch. Mira fully believes he actually died. In their country, there's a folk/religious custom to honor the dead: when a loved one dies, you take on a responsibility over something that was important to that person in life. It can be as small as always feeding their favorite birds or as big as taking their child into your own care, which is where the name of this custom - "taking a ward" - comes from.

Anyways, Mira takes a ward for og Ander - to be a Good Son and Heir, as their father was left without one, until another boy is born to her parents. Mind, nobody outside of the family (except their childhood friend) knows it was og Ander who died cos they looked so similar, so with some effort Mira can pass for her brother well enough. Needles to say neither of her parents is happy about this, but as a religious custom it has to be honored.

So Mira becomes Ander and effectively loses his relationship with both mother and father - the first because he (gonna use he from here on) gave up being a woman and sons aren't important, and the second because his dad's a cunt who cares about Legacy and the Family Name, which isn't a very promising prospect if your heir is "secretly a girl" (and also extremely dyslexic! This will be important), and your Shitty Wife can't birth another son :/

So father sends Ander off to join a special military order dedicated to a specific saint, as is common for young noblemen (this particular one requires members to vow to never speak a lie, so Ander quickly learns to speak indirectly and twist literal truths to adhere to that vow while still keeping his secrets). In the meantime father gets rid of his wife (sends her away, pretends she disappeared and must've died). He then marries Ander's childhood friend (Rika, which btw means river in ukrainian if you put the stress on the other syllable :3). Ander hears about it and comes home.

This is where the important dyslexia comes in. Ander's dad told him he'd inherit everything once he can read out what's written on the family heirloom sword. Ander tried for years to learn, to no avail, and never even found out that the inscription was in a dead language that no one alive remembers. So anyway Ander takes the sword and runs his father through and then fucks off with Rika. Those two have such a weird thing going on but that's a whole separate post

Anyways that's my brief summary of his backstory hehe thank u very much for asking <333 I also have. A little prologue I wrote abt the day og Ander drowns. It's not long and I can post it if anyone wishes to read it 👀

[dangermousie]

It took over a 100 chapters but I genuinely ship Xiao Qiao and Wei Shao now. It’s a delight to watch their priorities slowly switch more and more towards each other despite both of them not wanting this/being terrified of it on a conscious level (because she’s a woman who guards her heart as she knows marriage can never be equal and he guards his because warlords who get weak over women don’t last long) and that the issue of her family is not resolved - it is so realistic to me that even as he falls for her and acknowledges it to himself he still hates her family - I mean her grandfather purposefully did not send reinforcements so his father and older brother would die in battle leaving him a 10 year old with a grandmother trying to hold the fief together long enough until he grows up enough to fight. Like - the fact that he’s decided he won’t actively murder her family is a big deal enough. But I love that she refuses to give up her family who except for her uncle who was meh were universally loving and good to her. And fed up with always having to cater to him makes it blunt precipitating their biggest fight. I super love that they eventually make up but still this matter remains unresolved, they just stop mentioning it. It feels realistic.

I also love that what precipitated her opening her heart is when he got wounded and sick. Because I think this is the first time she truly GETS that he’s human. Because he’s so competent and also from her past go around she knows at least nothing is supposed to happen to him until he overthrows the dynasty. So she’s been treating it all as eh whatever. But she is confronted with him wounded with a poison arrow and while his life is not in danger, it forces her to realize that (a) yes he is flesh and blood and can be hurt too (b) past go around is no guarantee of safety or same outcome in this.

Because this novel loves its sex scenes, I am still cracking up at his “wanna bang!” “No you are wounded that may make it worse!” “Well then you can get on top” thing ahahahh. I am mildly surprised she is not pregnant yet but I guess they do keep separating for long periods of time and the novel does explicitly addresses that she tries to minimize chances of pregnancy both because she wants to be older and because her heart being guarded she’s not sure she wants to give him a child.

We see that ugh wannabe rapist dude back. I thought he was killed but looking back all Wei Shao ordered was to chop off his dick and stuff it into his mouth. That is another thing not making it into the drama 😝

PS I peeked at the end mainly because of Da Qiao X Bi Zhu who remain my babies and I love that the horse slave became a nobleman with a giant army guarding his border fief and is still a wife-devoted guy who doesn’t just adore Da Qiao but is permanently grateful that a high lord’s daughter ran off with him instead of a very fancy marriage, when he was a literal slave. I love that Da Qiao’s insane on a practical level decision taken purely out of love turned out so epically good on a pragmatic level. She ends up being legal (and only) wife of a super powerful warlord who worships the ground she walks on. Go, Da Qiao!

[b3ast0fburd3n]

yapping about Eden

Currently thinking Eden needs to carry around an axe/hatchet !

The other two fit her too, one good sized knife and another smaller one that she made herself

Also thinking about how little ingenuity we see from the pirates in fc3. Most of the stuff they're wearing and using is premade. Not a crazy idea- some of these people came here through unfortunate circumstances and didn't grow up in the environment, but there's a lot of natives that switched sides for their own reasons. You can kinda see this in how many of them carry large knives (and some of their tattoos but that's irrelevant rn), but no one really makes stuff. Even their structures are either reused or half built.

And like. Eden makes stuff. She likes making stuff!

She doesn't go so far as to make her own clothes (until New Dawn) but she knows how to tan animal skins and use the leather to make holsters and belts and such. She built her own treehouse when she was a kid* and built her own house on the island. It would just be so dog motif if she makes things for the people she likes and just leaves them where she knows they'll find them. And for the bigger things like structures, she just starts building them. She'll pause if she's instructed to do something else, of course, because she considers it a personal project, but when she's done its right back to work. Its weird, I can't see her making things to trade. It makes so much sense, this seems like it would be a special skill on the island, she could have so much! but. The thought never occurs to her. Something, something, hopeless optimist.

andandand its so cute to think about her 'pouting' (going off to be alone when she's upset because she was taught that her emotions are only her problem) and just aggressively chopping up wood. also vvv sweet idea that someone who cares about her would recognize this pattern and try to find her,,,she'd be so mad at first but I promise she appreciates someone caring that much she just doesn't recognize affection as anything other than a manipulation tactic.

*More on that, I think the cult was really big on 'doing your part', so most if not all the members assisted in building structures. Joseph was probably there too. watching. He's so manipulative, it only makes sense to me that he'd make others do all the work. Like Manson. He'll quote bible verses while they exhaust themselves and call it helping. Anyway, of course his daughter is made to help when she's old enough, but she refuses to knit or wash the laundry and she's not allowed in the kitchen to help cook since she got her 'greed' scar. So she ends up helping the builders and the hunters (coincidently, the same places where her favorite uncle ((Jacob)) spends his time. Maybe its because he's the only person in her life treating her like a person. Who knows.)

ALSO. CULT DAYS. In my verse Joseph and Co. moved to Montana much sooner and established The Project in Hope County over a longer period time. When Eden was young, the cult would take somewhat frequent trips into town for certain groceries they couldn't grow or make. She probably knew some of the locals when they were kids/teenagers. Tensions between the residents and the cult probably would've gotten worse the older she got, to the point where she wasn't allowed to leave the compound anymore (like others her age, only armed guards were allowed to leave). No way in hell she would follow that rule. Especially if she had sorta kinda friends out there. Originally I thought she'd be too attatched to her fathers ideas to befriend outsiders but the more I think about it the more I see her never really following him in the first place. She follows Jacobs logic of "it's going to happen eventually because the world sucks, might as well be prepared for it" when it comes to learning how to live off the land and bunkers and stuff.

Hey while we're talking about Jacob did I ever tell you that he pretty much raised her? Taught her everything she knows? Insisted she learn how to read and do basic math and take care of herself? Instilled the belief in her that she's worthless unless she's of use because its something he believes himself? Dogs make dogs, it's an endless cycle.