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៹࣪ ៸៸ KISS ME LIKE YOU WANNA BE LOVED . . . ꒱꒱

˖ ࣪ ⭑ 𝘩𝑒𝘢𝑑𝘤𝑎𝘯𝑜𝘯𝑠 | small moments they kiss you . . .

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. quinn hughes ; jack hughes ; luke hughes ; nico hischier. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff. domesticity. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. headcanons have become my favorite to write so if you have any reqs for them, you know where to send them. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

യ QUINN HUGHES

quinn isn’t the kind of guy who says a lot—he’s more action than words, more steady hands and lingering glances than pretty speeches. and his kisses? they’re the same way. when he kisses you, it’s slow, patient, like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips against his. he doesn’t rush it—doesn’t need to. it’s never just a kiss with quinn. It’s all the things he doesn’t necessarily say out loud, but he still wants you to know.

morning kisses with quinn are lazy, like he’s still half asleep but can’t resist pressing his lips against yours first thing. you’re warm and tucked close against his chest, tangled up in each other, and when you start to stir his hands tighten ever so slightly, pulling you even closer. he kisses your bare shoulder first, then the curve of your jaw, before finally tilting your chin up and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. slow. unhurried. as if he has all the time in the world and he wants to spend every second of that time kissing you. his lips are warm, the faintest trace of sleep in his eyes, and when he pulls back his voice is still thick with sleep as he mumbles “morning baby”

after a long roadie, quinn kisses you like he’s making up for lost time. and he is. his hands are firm on your waist, pulling you close the second he steps through the door. the first peck is urgent, a sweet ‘hello’ before he slows it down. cupping your face and tracing his fingers over your features as if he’s making sure he still remembers them. when he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless as he leans his forehead against yours, and mumbles a sweet “i missed you” against your head.

quinn is the type of guy that would kiss you in the middle of an argument. not to distract you or manipulate you or anything like that. but to remind you that even when the two of you aren’t on the same side, and maybe your spitting mean words back and forth, he loves you. his jaw tight, hands clenched, chest tight as you keep hurling words at him and instead of responding he just grabs you. cups your jaw gently and kisses you. hard. desperate. “I don’t wanna fight” he murmurs, voice strained, “i’m gonna give you some space before we both say things we can’t take back. i love you” he’d say, before kissing you one more time and making his way out the room.

he gives you the most devastatingly sweet kisses when he thinks you’re asleep. slipping into the bedroom after a late night game, his lips barely graze your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose. there’s something tender about the way he kisses you then—like he’s whispering something he doesn’t quite have the courage to say out loud. and just before he lets sleep take him, he buries his face in your hair and murmurs, “l you so much, baby.”

യ NICO HISCHIER

nico kisses you like he’s trying to make sure you feel it. he’s not the kind of guy who rushes through things—when he kisses you, it’s deep, thoughtful, like every touch of his lips is intentional and he wants you to know that. sometimes, it’s soft. sometimes, it’s teasing. and sometimes, when he’s really missed you, his kisses are so intense they leave you dizzy.

soft, sleepy morning kisses is a staple with nico. the sun is just starting to filter through the curtains, and you’re still warm from sleep when nico shifts closer, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns against your back. his lips brush against your temple first, then your cheek, and finally, he tilts your chin up, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. his voice is rough, barely above a whisper. “morning, schatz.” then he kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s trying to wake you up in the best way possible.

the desperate, need-you-now kind of kiss. when it’s been days since you’ve seen each other—maybe weeks—and the second you’re alone, he has to kiss you. he pushes you against the nearest wall, one hand gripping your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as his lips crash against yours. it’s all heat and longing, and when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath uneven. “you have no idea how much I needed that.”

he’d love teasing you with kisses. i’m convinced. the make-you-beg-for-it kiss. you’re pouting, arms crossed, and nico just smirks. he leans in, lips barely brushing yours—close enough that you can feel his breath but not quite enough to satisfy. when you whine, he chuckles, finally closing the distance, his lips soft but insistent against yours.

the kiss that ruins you? the one he gives you when you’re curled up on his chest. and the two of you just co-exist so peacefully. he presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, like he’s savoring every bit of you. taking every opportunity to make sure you’re real and you’re his. whispering the sweetest of sweet nothings in your ear and against your skin. like he’s worshipping you

യ JACK HUGHES

jack kisses you like he needs to. like it physically pains him when his lips aren’t connected to yours. like it’s second nature, like he couldn’t stop if he tried. he’s always touching you, always pulling you in, always pressing quick kisses to your temple or your cheek, like he just has to be close to you.

the interrupt-you-mid-sentence kiss. jack would love these. you’re talking, saying something completely normal, and jack just can’t peel his eyes away from your lips. and suddenly—jack just kisses you. just leans in and steals your breath right out of your lungs. when he pulls back, he grins, thumb brushing over your now swollen bottom lip. “sorry, couldn’t help myself.” he says with a cocky grin, head a little dizzy with how hot you look when he kisses you stupid

the jealous, you’re-mine kiss. we all know jack is a jealous king. and when he’s jealous? it’s very obvious. his arm wraps around your waist a little tighter, the little glares he sends at whatever guy is eyeing you across the room. but he won’t kiss you in front of them. no. they don’t deserve to know what you look like with that blissed expression on your phase. the little sighs that escape when he angles your head just right. but the second you’re alone, his lips are on yours, firm and possessive. when he finally pulls back, his voice is low. “can I take my girl home?”

the late-night, too-tired-to-think kiss. it’s almost 2 AM, and you’re both half-asleep, tangled up in each other. it’s one of those nights where the pillow talk has just been too good and neither of you wanna sleep and end it. like you just can’t wait until tomorrow morning to see each other again. and your kisses border that fine line between sweet and sexy. jack shifts, his lips brushing against your neck before finding your mouth, slow and lazy. “we should sleep” he mumbles against your neck, and you let out a breathy sigh before replying “yeah we should” but neither of you stop kissing and touching and soaking each other up.

യ LUKE HUGHES

luke kisses you like you’re everything. because to him? you are. he’s sweet and playful, but when he kisses you, there’s a hint of seriousness that you don’t often see otherwise—something so full of adoration it makes your heart ache. like he’s confessing all the things he’s too afraid to say out loud.

he’s another one who I think loves teasing you with kisses. because he knows how much you love them. he kisses you over and over—quick, playful pecks, until you’re laughing and swatting at him. and then, just when you least expect it, he kisses you deep. slow. intentional. when he pulls back, he smirks. “missed me?”

when he’s frustrated—whether it’s from a bad game or just stress—you’re his escape. his kisses are rough, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pressing you against whatever surface is closest. he growls against your lips when you tease him about how needy he is, but he doesn’t stop, not until he’s completely lost in you.

when you’re having a bad day, luke’s first instinct is to pull you into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. pressing sweet, slow kisses everywhere from the top of your head, to your forehead, to your nose before finally reaching your lips — reassuring pecks to let you know he’s there and he’s got you. he doesn’t pressure you to talk, or make unnecessary noise about how it’s all gonna be okay, just holds you and lets his kisses do the talking.

[rebelelegance]

Misunderstandings

Summary: Sirius is yours and you are his. But do you both know that?

Request: Sirius and reader have a kind of an off and on flirtation/situationship thing going and he sees her going on a "date" with Frank Longbottom (personally I had headcanon that Frank was the fifth boy in the dorm along with the Marauders) in reality she's went on a pretend date to help Frank get ready for the real date he's taking her best friend Alice on and so Sirius gets jealous and wants to make things official before he loses her to someone else a little bit of angst with happy ending you know

Requested by: @jessiegerl

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: Readers parents hate her and well we all know how Sirius's Parents are.

w/c: 2.8k+

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Sirius Black was not used to affection.

It was foreign to him. He never received praise, compliments, or anything positive. Ever.

So when the acquaintances he’d made on the hogwart’s express clapped him on the back after getting into Gryffindor, he didn’t know how to react other than to flinch.

And when you, introduced as James’s honorary sister, sat down that night, you’d complimented his hair.

You’d said “I like your long hair. It suits you.”

His parents hated that hairstyle. 

He’d kept it purely as an act of rebellion. However, now, now he seemed to like it just a bit more. He hadn’t said thank you. Because he hadn’t known he was supposed to. So he’d just nodded, and you’d grinned.

That grin changed everything. You changed everything.

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“What if we make polyjuice potion, and I disguise myself as Narcissa, lead Lucius on for a bit and then prank him?” you asked, playing with the quill in your hands. 

Remus groaned, “We’re still on this?” he asked, throwing his head back in disbelief.

“N/n, Remmy is right, we pranked Lucius only the day before yesterday,” Sirius nodded. You raised an eyebrow at him knowing he was never one to back down from a prank on any Slytherin.

And you were right. He wanted to do it. But if that meant Lucius got a chance to be near you even in a slightly romantic way, he would hurl.

And possibly punch him.

“Oh c’monnn Siri,” you whined, putting on your best pleading face and puppy eyes.

Damn those puppy eyes.

Sirius just shook his head, ignoring the way his heart was racing at your look. He watched as you pouted, leaning back on to the couch, head resting on James’s shoulder. “James, help me out here,” you said, folding your arms as you waited expectantly.

But James was too busy staring at a certain redhead and you, still staring at Sirius, nudged James in the chest.

“Huh? What?”

Sirius burst out laughing at the way your face twisted in pure irritation, the other two boys joining in as you hit James repeatedly with a pillow.

“Ow ow! I’m sorry, I'm sorry!” James laughed as you continued your assault fighting the grin that was creeping up on your face.

“Fuck you Potter!” you laughed, as James tried to correct his hair, you stopping him and messing it up further.

Sirius watched the exchange between you both, a sick feeling crawling up his chest. He knew that you both were no more than honorary siblings and it would always be that way, but deep down he wished you were sitting next to him, doing all that silly stuff with him.

He immediately brushed it off, not one to allow feelings to linger for long, replacing his hardened stare with a smirk instead, watching you and James continue to fight like kids, admiring the bright smile on your face.

He wished that that smile would never go away.

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“Black, if you could be any animal in the world which was not a dog, which by the way I still don’t understand why that’s your favorite animal, which would you choose?” you asked, mindlessly hooking your hand with his as you both walked to class in 4th year.

He ignored the burst of feelings that erupted in him, trying to focus on your question and not on the way your hand felt against his, clinging on as you pranced lightly. “Uhh, I don’t know” he muttered, his brain fogging up as he refrained himself from staring at your linked hands. You hummed, breaking away from him as James and Remus came into view outside the class.

He paused for a few seconds trying to calm down his erratic heart before shaking his head and entering the class. 

You waved him down, patting the seat next you, and the second he sat down, you grabbed his arm, sticking your tongue out at a slytherin girl eyeing you both with pure jealousy written all over her face.

Sirius laughed, “What’s that all about?”

“She likes you,” you pouted, “and asked me, ME to set you both up!” you pointed to yourself in disbelief.

“She looks cute,” Sirius said, winking at the girl. 

You gasped at the way the girl blushed in response. “She’s a slytherin!” you exclaimed, swatting his shoulder. 

Sirius shrugged, “Good point, guess I’ll have to find someone else then.”

“No way! You’re mine” you said seriously, jabbing a finger at his chest. 

His heart erupted, eyes widening. But he played it off quickly, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “You wish sweetheart.” 

Your face turned pink, eyes widening. Luckily the professor walked in, not allowing Sirius to dwell on your reaction.

Merlin, he was done for.

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You were always a naturally happy person. The boys had never seen you cry, even though they’d all had their breakdown moments. You’d been their rock through everything. 

However, when 5th year started, you’d changed. You opted out of pranks, studying almost all the time and the usual spark in your eyes had faded. James seemed to know what had happened but he refused to let the others know, telling them it was up to you to reveal it to them. 

He was worried about you, Sirius could tell, and that made the long-haired boy worry even more. 

He’d tried to get you to talk to him, but you’d refused.

Until one day you’d shown up to Charms, puffy-eyed and asked Sirius to meet you in the Astronomy tower after his classes were done for the day. 

He’d waited anxiously, and as soon as his classes finished, he ran to find you.

You were standing right where you’d said you’d be, gazing up at the sky. You turned when you saw him, a small smile forming on your lips. But the boy noticed the way it seemed to require so much effort from you, which was never the case before.

You turned away again, wordlessly staring at the sky. He wanted to demand an explanation, no longer able to watch you like this.

“Y/N-”

“I’ve never stopped to think,” you started softly, still staring above. Sirius stepped closer to you, waiting patiently for you to continue.

You took a deep breath before turning to face him. 

“I’ve never let myself stop doing things or take a break because then all the thoughts flood the gates and I feel like I’m going to drown. But-” your eyes glazed over as you took a shuddering breath, looking down at your feet.

Sirius grabbed your shaking hands with one of his own, using the other to lift your chin up so that you could look at him. 

“I’m listening,” he whispered.

You bit down on your lip before starting again, “But this summer was bad Siri- they- they said the worst things and-” you couldn’t finish as a sob wracked through your body. 

Sirius pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and another lightly around your head as if trying to shield you.

He knew about the situation with your parents. They were almost never at home, and whenever they were, they made it very clear that they hadn’t wanted children in the first place. That’s why you spent most of your time at the Potter’s. 

It’s also why you understood his situation so well.

You pulled away, wiping your tears away as you looked at Sirius. “Euphemia says she won’t let me go back this time even if they ask,” you laughed slightly remembering the possessiveness that had come over the older Potter. 

Sirius smiled, “Good.”

“Thanks Siri,” you nodded, and Sirius beamed at the real smile that made its way to your face. 

“Anytime princess. But don’t get too comfortable, other girls will get jealous.”

You gasped, playfully punching him on his shoulder, “I better be your one and only Black!” you laughed, and he joined in, hiding the way that sentence struck his heart.

Little did you know.

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When Sirius found himself knocking on the door of the Potter’s house, he didn’t expect for you to open it.

Shit. He’d forgotten you stayed there now.

But he couldn’t back away. He didn’t have the energy, nor did he think you would let him, at the way you gasped in horror as you looked at him.

He mustered all his strength into a cheeky “Hi” before James appeared behind you, giving the same reaction you had seconds before. You stood there in shock, hands over your mouth and eyes watering at the sight of the boy in front of you.

Sirius gave up on trying to fake it, giving in as you and James pulled him inside the house. 

“James, get your mom,” you ordered. The boy hesitated as you guided Sirius to the sofa, before you turned and glared at him and he ran off. 

Your eyes scanned the boy, a sort of resolve taking you over as you kneeled down in front of him. Sirius was fighting to keep consciousness and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it for.

“Sirius,” you called gently, placing a hand on his knee, slowly and carefully. “What happened?” you asked. 

Sirius didn’t want to relive what his mother had done to him, trying desperately to push it all away, trying to drown himself in your presence. But he knew you’d need an explanation if you were to help him get rid of the immense pain he was feeling right now.

“Cruciatus,” he whispered, noticing the horror and anger that made its way to your face, but also noticing the way the gentleness of your touch hadn’t changed.

“Can’t go back. Ever.” he muttered, and you were quick to adjust yourself so that he could look you in the eyes. “You won’t ever be going back. Even if Euphemia can’t keep us all here, you and I will find another place. But Black,” you placed a careful hand on his cheek and he leaned into it, “You are never. Ever. Going back there.” The seriousness in your voice gave Sirius enough strength to whisper a “Thank you” before partially fading out of consciousness again, comforted by the fact that you were here, and for once in his life feeling that things would be okay.

He could vaguely make out Euphemia and Fleamont’s reaction to seeing him nearly passed out on the couch, and your hurried explanation of whatever you’d understood from what he’d said. Euphemia walked up to him moments later with a some medicine in hand, something about opening his mouth, gulping, and about helping him sleep and doctors and the next day at sunrise. He couldn’t process it, just doing what he was told. 

James and you then carefully lifted him, carrying him to a room and gently placing him on a bed. 

He could hear you and James both talking in hushed whispers, but he was unable to make out what you were saying, as he fell into a disturbed sleep.

He woke up in the middle of night once, sweating and terrified, haunted by what he’d seen in his nightmare. But before he could properly react and realize where he was, you got up from beside him. 

He couldn’t breathe, and tears were streaming down his face. He could see you move to sit in front of him and your lips moving but he couldn’t make out what you were saying. 

You then gently placed your hands on his face and surprisingly it helped. 

It grounded him, reminded him that he was with you and not with his monstrous parents.

Your voice started to fade back in and he could hear you telling him to breathe, and so he did, thankful that you were there to help him.

Of all the Marauders, he felt the safest with you. 

“I’m okay,” he whispered once his breathing was back in his control. You nodded, sighing softly.

“Thank you,” he muttered, looking up at your tired eyes, “and I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged, “I hadn't slept. I was too worried.” You said, moving to sit against the headboard of the bed.

“Sorry for that then,” Sirius said lying back down. 

You stared at him for a few minutes before running a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp softly.

“It’s not your fault Sirius, don’t apologize.”

Sirius didn’t respond, trying to focus on you, and on where he was, rather than the memories that were flooding his brain.

You laid down next to him, and Sirius realized that he was infact in your room, and as he turned to apologize once again, you placed a finger on his lips.

“If you apologize for intruding or something like that again, I will make you sleep on the couch.” you threatened your voice laced with humor.

Sirius smiled at you slightly, and you pulled him close to you, allowing him to tuck his face under your chin as you wrapped your hands and legs around him. He was glad you did so, it made him feel safe, and as if you’d heard his thoughts, you whispered into his ear “You’re safe with me Black. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe”

He wished he really was yours.

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Sirius couldn’t find you anywhere. And what worried him more was that he couldn’t find Frank anywhere either. 

Why did that matter?

Well as you and Sirius had gotten closer and flirtier, you and Frank had gotten closer too. After the fiasco that took place over the summer, you’d spent more time with the boys in their dorm room and naturally that meant you were hanging out with their roommate Frank Longbottom as well. 

And now Sirius was worried that you’d thought his flirting was just him being Sirius and that he had no actual feelings for you.

If you really did think that and if you’d decided to hang out with Frank instead, Sirius had no idea what he would do. 

He’d searched every nook and corner of Hogwarts and now the only other place he could think of was Hogsmeade. 

Oh Merlin he hoped it wasn’t Hogsmeade.

Sirius snuck out of the school during study hours, making his way to Hogsmeade, anxiety filling him.

As he made his way through hogsmeade, his heart dropped when he saw your familiar figure next to Frank’s. 

Your head was thrown back in laughter, and Frank was grinning. “You did great! I’m sure next time will be just as smooth,” you said, patting him on the shoulder.

Next time?

Fear creeped up on Sirius.

He couldn’t lose you to Frank. 

He couldn’t lose you to anyone.

He ran up to you and Frank, seeing both of your faces twist in confusion.

“Sirius?”

“You can’t date him!” Sirius exclaimed, pointing to Frank. 

“What?” you and Frank both said at once, before realization crossed your features and a small smile formed on your lips. 

But Sirius was too anxious and worried to register it, only glaring at Frank.

“Frank, what about you go back, and I’ll figure out what Sirius wants,” Frank nodded at your suggestion and walked off, patting Sirius on the back once.

“Why can’t I date Frank?” you asked, looking at Sirius who was still glaring at the boy who’d just walked away.

He spun around to look at you, surprise all over his face. Anyone could see you struggling to hide your smile and maintain a serious expression on your face, but Sirius was blinded.

“Because- ‘Cause-” Sirius faltered, what he was about to do, dawning on him. He hadn’t wanted to confess to you like this.

“Because?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Because I like you,” he rushed out, scared he would think twice and miss this chance. And the slight tinge of pink in your cheeks gave him confidence. 

“Actually no, I don’t like you, I love you. I’m head over heels for you and I cannot imagine not being with you, at all. I want - no need you to be mine”

You grinned, “Black finally confesses! And you really think I would have gone out with Frank when I have feelings for you? He wanted me to help him get ready for the actual date he’s taking Alice on, since she’s my close friend.” 

Sirius heard nothing except - “You have feelings for me?”

You laughed, linking your hand with his, “I thought it was obvious!”

He turned you around, looking at you, “You really like me?”

You shook your head, laughing lightly, before leaning up to place your lips against his.

His hand moved to your waist, pulling you in, as your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers entangling in his hair.

You both pulled away a few moments later, gasping for air. 

“I’ve been yours since the first day I saw you,” you whispered, eyes locked on his.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too. But I think I love your hair more.”

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Taglists: @pinchofhoney @targaryenmoony

[teatreeoilll]

w/c: 750 Part I - A drabble - headcanon thingy of our favorite king of red flags curses, set in a Heian-era village. i dunno anymore. | Part 2 here

Childhood!FriendSukuna who first met you as he stood at the brink of death.

"Mom, hey, mom." You tugged at her sleeve, directing her gaze at a frail boy, about seven or eight, on the verge of collapse behind the village market stall, "Can I give him an apple?" It's a bad month, she thought, glancing at the contents of her basket; this kindness might cost an empty stomach later on.

"No dear, he'll be fine." But you already ran off with an apple, your tiny legs making their way to the sickly boy.

"Here," you held the apple in front of his face, to which he narrowed his eyes, extending a scrawny arm to smack it away.

"I don't need your trash." He barked, his voice harsh as he gathered saliva in his mouth, spitting at your feet, “Peasant.”

As soon as your mother dragged you away, he picked up the apple, eating it whole.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who didn’t mind the insults the villagers threw at him while he was knee-deep in mud, plowing the fields for a cup of stale rice in the evenings.

"That brat is cursed," the whispers would grow amidst the village's council meetings, "If we stop feeding him, he'll leave."

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna, whose malnourished limbs betrayed him as he fell face first on the rice terrace with the hot sun still ablaze on his back.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who woke up almost a day later under an unknown ceiling, fever gnawing at his head under a wet cloth.

"Mom! Mom!" You shrieked from the corner of the room, "He's awake!" and a woman came in with a warm cup of tea, the taste of which lingered on his tongue as he drifted back to sleep.

"Let me die, brat." His hoarse voice was still weak when he came back to his senses as you placed a fresh, dampened cloth over his forehead.

"My name's not 'brat,'" you informed with a scoff, "It's (Name); what's yours?"

Too ashamed to admit he didn’t know the answer, he turned away and closed his eyes.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna, whose mouth hung agape when you pressed a chaste kiss on his forehead one night while muttering, 'mother told me that a kiss can heal any sickness'.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna, who disappeared as soon as he found the strength to walk again, returning to the fields only to find that the farmer's wife would no longer spare him dried-out rice when he finished a day's work.

"They should have let him die," he heard the farmer's wife proclaim through the thin walls of the cabin, "That self-righteous linen maker and her irritating daughter. That brat probably cursed them, too."

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who killed the farmer and his wife, unleashing a torrent of power he never knew resided within him; some kind of strange magic, he thought, wondering if the whispers of curses were more than the village gossip. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood, and for the first time, he could breathe.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who disappeared after the crime, only to emerge a decade later, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake as he razed and burned each village in his path - laughing as he watched the terror-stricken villagers bow at his feet, crying and begging and dubbing him devil.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who spared you as the village you once called home turned to ashes around you.

"I owe no debt to you now." He announced.

Tears pooled in your eyes, and a scream escaped your lips as you broke down on your knees before him, "I should have listened," you wailed, fingers clawing at the dry dirt beneath you, "They said you were cursed," you hurled a mass of dirt at him, hitting his chest, "They said the devil came to the village the day you were born."

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who passed through the village again the next day, just to see you lying between the rubble, limbs sprawled on the dirt and ashes.

"I've extended you kindness." He said, covering the sun with his frame as he loomed over you, "Leave."

And you laughed, shaking and howling until the sides of your body started stinging, and the words came out as mere gasps; "And go where?"

"Wherever you wish."

"Home," You declared, locking eyes with his confused expression, "I want to go home."

You weren’t sure what sick thoughts ran through his mind when he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, so you smiled, his face still a mere inch away from yours; "It's my fault." you confessed, "So, the next time we meet, I'll fix it, okay?" A deadpan expression took over as you added, "I'll kill you myself."

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Angelic Radio / Punishment

This one... I want to write one day.

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For daring to make a deal with Charlie, Lucifer uses his own abilities to twist Alastor’s. The frequencies he had carefully blotted out, like the entire goddamn universe, are once again forced into his head. As an added twist of the knife, he is forced to channel the heavenly hosts’ choral accompaniment that hides in the background hum of the universe.

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It makes him feel like his skin is sloughing off, blood oozes from his eyes, but until the King decides to change the station… there is little he can do. Lucifer goes too far this time, but won’t back down, the devil isn’t made of mercy… 

Charlie rails against him like this, they are in her office, the only place semi soundproofed enough to stop the hotel from shaking as violently as Alastor assumes his bones are, given that Hell is not a place meant to absorb such angelic frequencies. It feels like a searing sun is humming in his chest, even as his powers emit the noise.

“Dad, please stop this! He’s bleeding e-everywhere, I can’t-... I’m an adult who made her own choices and you need to let me do this!”

“Overlord or not, I will not stand for someone daring to make a deal with you… what the hell were you thinking Char-Char? He’s a fucking sinner, they can’t be trusted, and especially not this one. I think having him broadcast something useful for once is a far better use of his finite afterlife… perhaps we should try getting him to tune in to whatever your Uncle Michael is up to, hmmm? That might burn him from the inside out.”

Charlie responds by throwing her desk, catching her father off guard. Vaggie is looking uncertain behind them, cringing at the reminder of her past in that irritatingly welcome sound, but always with Charlie. Even against the Devil himself. 

“LISTEN TO ME, I am NOT a child anymore. Yes, he is a bit of a creepy serial killer and yes I’d love to have gotten his help without a deal, but that’s not how any of this works. Your own damn kingdom requires give and take, and my little boost to his powers helped hold the shield up to protect my hotel… I wanted to give it to him anyway, but I knew he was proud. All our people are. We’re in the FUCKING RING NAMED FOR IT. And I love you, I love you so much dad, but THIS?! This is NOT OKAY!”

Her eyes are flashing, fire at her temples as her horns fought to manifest in her rage. 

Lucifer was listening to her now. Why couldn’t he have done so before? She’d been begging for days now…

“Alastor is my friend, and my hotelier, and my weird sort-of-creepy thirdish parent with so many dad jokes up his sleeve I sometimes think about hurling myself off the roof… but he is part of this family. The one I have here, in my hotel, and I would do anything to defend it… and I did anything to defend it, and that included a deal.

You have NO RIGHT to come in here and hurt someone just because I made a decision you didn’t like. Now reverse it.”

The anger simmered slightly. “Please. I don’t like that you’re hurting him… it’s not like the kind, goofy dad I thought I knew. Please… just stop.”

“I-... Char-Char, are you kidding me?” Wrong answer. “You have a big heart and that’s my fault, but you can’t imagine what he could ask for with that favour! He could take all your power, and that’s even if it isn’t some sort of elaborate scheme to do with that collar on his neck! That’s right, Rudolph, I can see it, and I’m onto you!”

“And so WHAT if he does need something from me to break that? Do you think I wouldn’t give anything to help a friend? I want to break Angel’s chain so bad, but I can’t. Now cut it out. If not for him, for me, your daughter… who is suffering because her friend is, and I can’t do anything to help.”

Grinding his teeth, Lucifer resents that this lowly fucker has brought his daughter to tears. “Alright, but just for you duckling. Jukebox, you can switch that racket off now, there’s a good boy.” 

The sound abruptly stopped, and Alastor hit the floor on his knees, retching blood. His eyes flickered between dials and a muted, glitching static that didn’t seem to be ideal.

“Shit, that’s… that’s not good.” Vaggie says, kneeling beside the Overlord, not touching but trying to put her field first aid into practice. “I-... I don’t really know how to help, this has never come up before.”

“We’re not done with this, Dad. If you ever try something like that again, I don’t know what I’ll do… but it will be unpleasant for both of us.”

“Oh please, give it a decade and this will be a fun little story to tell at one of the gathering of Sins. You know at least Mammon will get a kick out of it.”

Her fists are clenched and shaking. “Are you SERIOUS? You go on and on and on about how lowly you think him, but then go out of your way to torture him in the most vile, creative way you can, that takes thought and anger and patience.

Is this-... is this because you’re worried I would, what? Replace you? You know he was just needling you because he wanted to get a rise out of you, it’s kind of who Al is, and well… most of the Overlords are sort of like that. But look at Aunty Bee, or Uncle Ozzie, they do equally annoying shit and I don’t see you hurting them like this.

Are you really so petty? Is this why mum-...” her jaw clicks shut, seeing his face fall, and turns away.

“Al, I-... I know I can’t fix what he did… I’m not powerful enough… but I might be able to heal some of what it did to you. I’m so sorry about this. It’s-... it’s all my fault!” Charlie sobs, hands glowing as they enter his personal space, causing an automatic flinch. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like touch but I need… I need to work out what’s damaged with my magic before I can try to help. Sorry.”

A very distorted voice comes from over her shoulder, familiar but terrifyingly distant. “Don’t… worry about it, my dear. Do not… distress… yourself on… my behalf.”

“But this is my fault!” she cries harder, forcing Vaggie to switch targets to cuddle the distraught princess.

“Non… sense. I will… be fine… if I… ca-aaAAAn resssssst…” His tone fluctuates as radio static breaches the words. “Iiiiiiit’s not the… FFff-...iiiiiirst time the uuuuuuuuniverse… got in myyyyyy head.” The laugh track sounded more like an audience on fire than anything else. “You shooooooou-....ld… ask… the P-p-pic-ture box…”

“Oh for-... if you stop making that racket, I’ll portal your sorry ass back to your room, alright? You’re giving me a headache with all the pandering you’re doing.” Lucifer snarls, his chest tightening with the thought that perhaps his anger had been making decisions on the less rational side of things, and that this whole thing might have been a minor overreaction but he could never admit that to the sinner. 

There was a response so garbled it made no sense at all, not even a soundbyte, but the glare he got was calculatingly acidic. It felt like the sinner was acutely aware of Lucifer’s burgeoning sense of shame at this whole thing… and that just wouldn’t do. 

“Yeah yeah, tough guy. Fuck you too. Now if you play nice, we don’t have to do this again… maybe you could, I don’t know… use your little favour with Charlie to have me fix you? Could be a thought. Unless you want to be the conduit for something more devastating next time… maybe one of those radio stations on earth that play audiotuned pop music, perhaps?”

“...wwwwould ratherrrrrrrrr…” the voice clicks off, and a shuttering sound echoes as words are snatched from different broadcasts and airwaves. “...host the… Heavenly!... -our hosts… -for years to come.” 

“Hah, you snarky shit, you can’t even talk and you’re still giving me sass. Alright, let’s say you sit with that little thought for a few weeks and see what you think after that, hmm?” Okay, the level of attitude was oddly endearing in the most annoying way possible. But a lesson needed learning and the Devil didn’t back down. 

“Hmmm, nothing to say? How about we crank the dial back up a little on that cosmic symphony you’re trying so hard to blot out? I can see it’s taking all you have, little overlord… and it’s not anywhere near enough to stop what I can do.”

“Dad, ENOUGH! Stop this, or get out. I-I can’t have you hurting my people, my friends. If you don’t leave I’ll-... I’ll… I’ll make a deal with Alastor for a dozen favours and my soul… in exchange for fixing him. So it’ll be on you. So… there.”

He sucks in a horrified gasp. “You wouldn’t…”

Resolute posture, hard glare. “Oh, but I would.”

And just like that, she exuded the violent chaos that was Lillith.

He glances down at the deer, whose ears haven’t even pricked up at the idea of owning the princess of hell’s soul. “Alright, alright… I’ll go. But he has to break your little deal before I fix him. That’s my one stipulation.”

“But I don’t think that can even happen, Sir… deals are kind of complicated, they need to be fulfilled or one party ki-...” Vaggie answers. Before Charlie jumps in. 

“OOOOOOOKAY, you’ve been in the Palace too long dad if you can’t recall that the backlash of an unfulfilled or broken deal on both parties can damage the soul forever.”

“...well, I think I heard an exciting little caveat called ‘killing the fucker to break the chain’, in there. So let’s try that…”

“Dad. Get Out. I mean it. Last warning before I throw you out that window myself and ward the place against you coming back for the next century. You know I can do it.”

“Sure, I’ll go… but give me a call in a week or so when he’s ready to play ball, ‘kay Char Char? Oh, and Algernon or whatever the fuck your name is… enjoy!” He snaps his fingers, ratcheting up the ethereal noise and locking it in place, before portalling out.

Charlie screams wordlessly, fury and sound in her head and heart.

“Why won’t he listen to me? I made my own choices and he won’t let me live with the consequences. It’s INFURIATING.” 

The rage subsidies as a shaking hand pats her own sympathetically. “You’re never fully dressed… without a smile…” plays slowly in the too-loud room. Her ears are ringing from the sound of planets spinning about, something she didn’t realise it was possible to hear.

“Fuck! Al, I’m so sorry he’s just a stubborn jerk when he gets like this… I don’t… I don’t know how to fix this, but let me try.”

Whatever he tried to say was lost in a teeth-chattering warp of shrieking static as it moved between stations, or tried to. There was nothing else to be done.

She barely moves fast enough to catch the ragged bloody mess as he pitches forwards, eyes open and glitching, the sound droning on endlessly. 

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Vaggie… what do we do?” she wails.

“We… we make him comfortable. It’s all we CAN do until your father calms down.”

----

Husk was more irritated than usual, and Niffty was inconsolable. 

Technically, an overlord could drain strength from any thralls to heal in a downright emergency… and he was braced for it, but it never happened. Something just ain’t right here.��

The low rumble filled the entire hotel’s foundations, no matter how hard they tried to dampen it with magic. It was demoralising.

Sure, Al was a grade-A bastard whose leash he’d love to be off, but… it was also kinda fucked up for someone to do this to him. He couldn’t even fathom what it’d be like to have the whole damn universe swirling in your head like that. 

Sure, there’d been a few times when something unusual slipped through when Al was too injured to wall off that connection fully… but it was like the beep of a satellite in deep space, or the sound of saturn’s rings grinding together, and only for as long as it took to heal the overlord.

This was… fuck.

And Charlie had told them, or well, him and Angel who was holding a sobbing Niffty near 24/7 when he was at the hotel these days, what her dad had done… at first it sounded hilarious as a concept. The big bad radio demon being forced to play the top 100 hits of the 2020s… but when Vaggie interjected to explain about the universe, Husk stopped laughing. That was… pretty serious shit.

Not to say anything about being forced to channel angelic hosts or whatever that meant. Sinners were legit made of the opposite of holy power… the idea of being trapped as a conduit for it, well, that was fucking terrifying. His tail lashed angrily, his paw itching to grab one of the harder bottles, but knowing it wouldn’t really help anyone to have a fully blotto’d husk on top of everything else.

Sighing heavily, he rests his head on the bar. 

There’s… there’s one emergency backup worstcasefuckinscenario type deal they can try… but it could backfire real bad. Shit. 

Was it enough? 

If it wasn’t, he’d have to reform after Al murdered him. 

But… well… sometimes desperate times… 

He stalked away from the bar ignoring the confused looks he garnered. Reaching for something in a bookcase nearby and heading up the stairs.

“I know ya listening. You’re always listening. Listen… it’s bad. You… you need t’see it.”

He murmurs, pausing by the ominous door, and taking a breath. His ears flatten against his skull in advance, shoving open the door as a wall of sound unlike anything mortal ears were designed to hear almost throws him backwards.

Fighting his way forwards, Husk points the small ‘hidden camera’ towards the bed. Alastor laid deathly still, eyes open and fingers briefly twitching on occasion, the sound neverending. Blood, fresh and dried, streaked his face from his eyes and mouth. 

The camera shoots electricity a second before Husk hurls it into the air, exploding into a shower of parts.

“Fuck, warn a guy before you explode in his hand…”

“Heh, that’s MY line, Whiskers!” Angel startles the hell out of Husk.

Before he can respond, the front doors blow off their hinges and an overlord-form Vox comes stomping in. “What the FUCK did you do to him?!” 

Charlie and Vaggie intercept, asking him to settle and promising to explain. 

In moments, a relatively normal sized Vox bursts into this room as well, as if dramatic is the only way he knew how to enter a room. And freezes for a second, screen buffering with discomfort.

“Well, he’s clearly fucked up, who did this? It’s never been this b-... I mean, yeah, you old timey prick, lucky someone around here knows how to turn the dial down before you blow this place sky high with soundwaves.” He was fooling no one. He was clearly worried.

The overlord’s clawed hand presses carefully to the Radio Demon’s pale cheek, his screen dims a moment and begins to display the same static as an odd warbling begins. It rises and falls before seemingly connecting with the same frequency or… whatever those two could do. It was fuckin’ technomagic from Husk’s perspective.

And then there was this… burst. You couldn’t see it, but it felt like static electricity pulsed outwards in waves for a long moment… and the sound gradually lowered to almost inaudible. With a click, it seemed to just… stop.

Vox’s shoulders slump, his relieved expression reappears. 

“That’s… wow, haven’t had to do that in ages, really gives you a wicked headache. Should keep it quiet enough… but from what I understood from between the hysterical sobbing, Lucifer might just decide to crank it back on and up anytime he feels like swinging his little royal cock about, right?”

“Yeah, that's about right.” Husk responds. “Anyway to fix the uh… oh, looks like you might have.”

For the first time in days, Al’s eyes were closed, and he had moved slightly, looking more relaxed despite the crusting bloodstains on his features. It was weirdly reassuring… 

“Look, if it was anything anywhere remotely close to the times he had to settle my frequency back in the beginning, then he’s gonna probably sleep for at least the next full day to reset. I always felt like hammered shit when-...” he pauses, recalling he’s speaking to primarily thralls and also the not-so-subtly lurking Princess and her girlfriend.

“Ah, fuck it, you know how to keep your mouths shut, anyway, and you’ll need this information in case it happens again. Look, the downsides of having a radio or a television infused into your literal fucking body is that the entire goddamn universe is chock full of noise and stuff you can’t even imagine making sound out in the vast wastes of space… like the planets and comets and maybe aliens banging one out or whatever.

Earth is like this shrieking ball of nightmare, because there’s so many airwaves full of speech and music and podcasts and stuff, every phonecall has its own space, you know what I’m saying?”

That… put new perspective on the technological age for a few of them.

“And I think you can imagine what it feels like to have all that file down into your brain, like a transceiver nearing overload, constantly and forever unless you learn how to put up a bit of mental soundproofing. It’s fucking overwhelming, my first five minutes in hell made me want to die all over again… hah, it’s just lucky I ran into the one guy who already knew how to deal with it. Not sure how he worked it out, either, never said. Think it had something to do with that little microphone of his. Wait, did he get that fixed after the whole… Adam thing?”

“...what do you mean?” Vaggie asks, tired with playing hide and seek.

“Hah, he didn’t tell you?! Dude was having the time of his afterlife pissing off Adam until the self-righteous fucker managed to get in a swing that snapped that microphone thing right in half! Caught Al so off-guard his filter dropped out, it was hilarious!” Vox laughed, shooting an electrical current at the angry shadow hovering nearby. “Enough outta you, spooky. It was funny. Not as funny as watching Adam smack him with that weird guitar axe right across the roof… never been so har-...” Thankfully, Vox pauses to clear his throat, remembering the audience. “I mean, he fucked off into shadow after that, and then Adam went after you, Princess. Thought you knew. Wanna see the video?”

Without thinking too hard on it, Vox pulls it up on his own face and shows the altercation from several angles thanks to his patented voxdrone technology. “Hah, shit’s hilarious, right?”

“...shit.” 

“Yeah, that didn’t look good. Hey Toots, you know if you can like… heal from something like that, or is that a uh, problem?”

Charlie was across the room and by the bed quickly. “Al, if the reason you refused my healing this whole time was because you hid an injury that fucked up from me, I will kill you myself.” She hisses, venomously, tearing open several layers of shirt to reveal old bandages and angry stains seeping through. “FFfffffuck.”

“Eloquently put.” Husk adds, trying not to look amused. The video had been a little funny, you had to admit…

She shears the bandages off and has to turn away to avoid vomiting. It was pretty messy in there, bruised and bleeding flesh crosshatched with threads that had snapped or sliced loose over time and movement. The gaping maw of injury clearly unhealed despite the binding attempts. 

“Ooookay, not sure how to fix this. Never had to heal an angelic wound before… not this bad anyway. Shit shit shit, and my dad’s the only one who could fix this but he won’t because he’s already mad at Alastor and punishing him with the angelic chor-... uh, Vox, was it? You wanna try some breathing exercises? In-two-three-four, out-two-three-four…”

“He WHAT?! Do you know what it feels like to have angelic fucking airwaves rattling through you? I caught them once, while tuning my old form, and I threw up for like, half a week until I thought my stomach was inverting… it just keeps burning you from the inside out. Fuck. I mean, the anachronistic fucker is irritating, you know that and so do I, but to make you tune in to Heavenly broadcasts is… extreme.” 

“Can we use our inside forms, before I have Vaggie take you outside?”

Vox grits his teeth and shrinks down, cables retracting. Oddly similar to Al’s tentacles, now they had a closer look to the movements. Of course, no sinner with self preservation would stay close to an Overlord in full form when possible, so there’s only so much you can pick out from a distance.

“Okay, fuck this, I’m taking him to my tower. Got a few doctors on staff there that know indiscretion about an injured overlord tends to involve being scattered into tiny chunks of flesh across the internet. And no, you don’t wanna know how I do it. Same as you don’t ask Bambi here how he traps people in his broadcasts… it’d keep you Softies up at night. Not that it isn’t fun… but hopefully you’ll never need a first-hand demonstration.”

“Hold on, that’s our spooky deer radio, why’re you taking him anywhere?”

“I just said-... “

“He’s right, Al’s our friend and a part of our weird staff family thing. You can’t take him away!” 

“Actually princess, I sure as hellfire can. But I thought I’d give you a warning in advance. So, you leave Al to me, and maybe you can get onto finding where he stashed that broken microphone. If we can fix it, there’s a chance he can put some of the barriers back up, even if your asshole dad keeps trying to tear them down. What got up his nose again?”

She felt the fishing, but sighed and decided to go for honesty despite Vaggie’s shaking head.

“I had… I mean, I made a small deal with Alastor before the extermination. Information from him for a favour from me, and a small power boost to reinforce the shield. My dad is… treating me like a naughty kid who did something silly, rather than as an adult, and thinks punishing Al into breaking the deal or using it to fix what Dad broke, will work. I can’t change his mind yet.”

[Takes to Vox Tower, healers, reset the injury]

[Searching for staff in the bayou, in two places for safety]

[Static Radio rebuilding connection, fiery fights.]

[Lucifer deciding he actually did kind of fuck up just a little, and coming back to see Charlotte to talk it over. He realised that rapid vengeance was what happened to him, when he fell, and he was mildly disgusted at such a response to something technically innocuous.]

[He agrees to repair what he broke in the radio demon, but Vox is close to fighting under the circumstances. It takes Convincing.]

[Lucifer also notes the injury, and as an amends, offers to fix it too. Making it clear he would like to use the Favour for it… Charlie intervenes.]

[Alastor healed, but frazzled. Responds by pushing buttons. Charlie explodes on them both.

Alastor uses his favour to at least get it off the table. He asks that Charlotte remain calm and willing to hear him out as he explains that he might just know where Lillith was and while he could not (stitches flare) tell her all, he could give a general idea of what was happening.

Explains her secret plot, etc. Lucifer angry, heartbroken. Relieved at the favour off the table as the chain dissolves.]

[You can make a deal with me, Bambi. You get a little jolt and maybe a chance to break that magical gag order, and I get a heads up on when my wife decides to drop back in. Maybe as much as you can tell me without getting incinerated… or whatever. No souls moving back and forth just… a little exchange.]

[And why should I trust you won’t simply resort to the previous actions if you want to back out? I cannot trust you won’t try that again. 

[Alright fuck, fine, the deal is more an agreement to share information of a currently unspecified nature and a little power kicked in as an apology, and I promise not to try and turn you into an angel radio again. Good enough?”

[It seems fair enough. Deal.

RadioStatic shit, warning about Lillith arriving / intending to.

Lucifer meets her. She tries to punish alastor, but the deal is starting to break as he simply made sure the gates were open (portal in, her army mysteriously portalled elsewhere)… never said he couldn’t slam them shut in her face later on, etc. 

Heartbreaking why? Moments etc

Charlie sobs as she speaks to her mother, who offers a hug, and then tries to zap her daughter to slumber, so she can escape with her. Shadow tendrils hold her fast for a moment, Lucifer gets in there to go feral on Lillith. Charlie is wrested away and handed off to Vaggie, flies out of range.

He can’t bring himself to kill Lillith… and Charlie wouldn’t want that. But perhaps there is another way… 

Lilith becomes one of the many voices bouncing between frequencies and radiowaves. Always scrambled by the combined will of tv and radio demon. She is not screaming, she is not in pain… but she is not able to influence or harm.

Find way to end kindly.

[locomoqo]

An odd headcanon req, not your usual stuff, but hear me out—

What if Gapryeong Kim didn't exactly stop after having Jake, having another child (the reader). But the man wasn’t interested in our existence (he probably didn't even know we existed in the first place). Our mother, resenting us (and she let us know, too), soon abandoned us after a few years to chase her own dreams, forcing us to grow up on the streets.

What if Jake found the reader one day? The reader, recognizing him from a picture our mother once showed us, throws a rock or attacks him out of impulse/resentment, thinking, “if it weren’t for him, mom wouldn’t have left us,”

Somehow, Jake ended up taking us in, easily convincing us with food (it's hard to find them when you're not well-off). Now Jake and Big Deal had to figure out how to deal with us besides giving us food. Also— this wasn't in their job description. What do they even do with this kid?

(Feel free to ignore this if it isn't your cup of tea) ^^

OH AND ALSO IM THINKING OF Y/N'S ENERGY WITH BIG DEAL BEING LIKE THIS AT FIRST but after some food and a good sleep under an actual roof, wellll they're going to be more compliant (can't bite the hand that feeds after all)

jake & his younger half-sibling hcs!

at first, Jake is in disbelief. here’s this kid hurling a rock at him, scrawny and furious, all because they hold him responsible for their miserable childhood.

he feels a mixture of guilt? and responsibility i would guess

since jake’s always cared about family and his crew like a brotherhood, knowing he has a sibling who’s been through hell hits him hard

jake isn't the type to be easily shaken off. He calmly tries to explain who he is and reassure you, especially after realizing the struggles you've been through

despite any anger thrown his way, he’s patient—he’s been a leader for a while, and he knows how to deal with hostility.

initially, big deal is confused by the sudden addition of a scrappy, young person to the mix. some gang members joke about "babysitting" while others wonder if this kid will be more trouble than they’re worth.

anytime any of them try to start a conversation, you shut it down with a glare or a judging side eye

yet, they can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. the kid's tough, angry exterior hides a young person who’s had it rough.

but!! you should remember they’re tough gang members, not child psychologists! so their version of bonding might involve buying treats, showing you some self-defense moves, and a whole lot of, “So… you hungry?”

big deal’s attempts are clumsy, but in their own way, they’re trying to make you feel at home :DD

jake doesn’t force any sibling connection on you. instead, he tries for smaller gestures—his careful approach might slowly start to chip away at the resentment!

over time, i think jake and you would start to realize you share certain traits and opinions of their parents (AHEM AHEM GAP).

you might resist their kindness, but you'll slowly start to feel a sense of belonging with big deal

little by little, Jake's warmth and Big Deal’s rough kindness help you learn to trust again.

It’s been a week since Jake took you in, though calling it "home" felt strange. Every time he caught you staring at him, you’d quickly look away, pretending you weren’t studying the man who was supposed to be your brother. And every time, Jake would just smile a little, like he knew.

One night, as he put a bowl of ramen in front of you, you muttered, “I don’t need your pity food.”

"Not pity. Just dinner.” Jake chuckled, sitting across from you.

You scoffed but didn’t move the bowl, eyeing the steam wafting up.

“You’re family,” he said softly, his gaze steady. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to, but… I’d like it if you did.”

You hesitated, the warmth of the broth and the smell reminding you of every cold, empty night you’d spent alone. Begrudgingly, you picked up your chopsticks, slurping a bite.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake’s shoulders relax, just a little.

“Good,” he murmured, as though you’d done him some kind of favor, and suddenly, the silence didn’t feel so heavy.

[bakuliwrites]

M6 and Jealousy

Here is another set of Arcana headcanons from my old blog! The devs talked about how they'd rank the M6 from least to most jealous in this post here, if you are curious :)

Asra is not a jealous person. He's just too laid back. If he sees you talking to someone else at a party or if a customer flirts with you in the shop, he trusts you enough to know that nothing is going to happen.

He'll get protective of you if someone is bothering you, though. If you're getting unwanted attention from someone, Asra absolutely will step in to protect you. He'll get this sharp glint in his eyes as he approaches the person. It's a little jarring at first, haha. Asra might not be intimidating in stature, but he's pretty skilled with his words. He'll overwhelm the other person with his dazzling rhetoric and cutting insults. His sassiness will deter anyone who won't leave you alone.

If you tend to get jealous, Asra might be a bit perplexed at first. He's never given you any indication that he's interested in anyone else, so he tries to reassure you that you have nothing to worry about. It's something he likes to talk through with you and try to come up with a solution about. It's never his intention to hurt you.

Nadia can get kind of jealous sometimes. Not wildly jealous, but if she sees someone flirting with you, or she thinks you're flirting with someone else, she might get upset.

When Nadia gets jealous, she tends to get distant. She might give you the cold shoulder or cast withering glares at whoever is flirting with you. But she also wants to make sure she's there for you if someone is bothering you. If someone is really getting up in your face, she'll swoop in to protect you. She is not going to tolerate someone bugging you, at all. Her commanding presence alone will drive off any unwanted attention.

If you tend to get jealous, Nadia will understand a bit more than Asra. She'll try to reason things out with you and reassure you that you have nothing to fear. People are often intimidated by her, and her cool confidence is typically enough to shut down any flirting from others. But if something does happen, she'll take you aside and privately discuss how you're feeling. She's good about checking in with you.

Julian, much like Asra, does not get jealous easily. On the rare occasion that he does, he might pout and wallow for a little bit, but he'll perk back up when he realizes he's got nothing to fear.

Again, much like Asra, Julian will throw-down for you if someone isn't leaving you alone. He's not above starting (and finishing) a tavern brawl for his beloved. He'll throw punches and hurl creative insults at whoever is bugging you. Even in the midst of a fight, he's pretty light hearted about it. But he takes protecting you very seriously and you can be settled in the fact that he'll always be there for you.

If you tend to be jealous, Julian might feel uncomfortable. On the one hand, he might think it's kind of cute at first, but if you are really upset, he'll be at a loss. He doesn't ever want to hurt your feelings. He's just a naturally flirty person (the man would flirt with a wall if there was no one else around to talk to). He'd try to reassure you that you're the only one for him, but I think it would be hard for him to turn down his natural charm.

Portia is the most jealous of the bunch (something the devs mentioned, I think). She isn't going to tolerate someone flirting with you or you flirting with someone else.

Portia isn't toxic about it by any means. She just gets really hurt when she sees your attention is being monopolized by somebody else. She starts to feel a bit insecure about her place in your life and will wonder if maybe she's not good enough. She'll start to shut down and fold in on herself. But as long as you reassure her and give her lots of hugs and kisses and talk things through, Portia will ultimately be okay. She doesn't have anything to fear from you and you want to make sure she knows that.

If you tend to get jealous, Portia will absolutely understand, since she feels that way as well. She'll try to do the same for you that you do for her: hugs, kisses, reassurances, and talking things out. She'll never intentionally flirt with anyone and if someone is flirting with her, she tries to shut it down pretty quickly.

Muriel is pretty middle of the road when it comes to jealousy. I think he doesn't get jealous too terribly often, but when he does, it really confuses him. He doesn't quite know how to process that emotion at first.

If he sees you getting attention from someone else, or you start showing attention to someone else, he gets this gnawing, weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He can't comprehend what it is at first. All he knows is that he is less than appreciative of the stranger who is taking up all your time. I think it would bring up feelings of insecurity and feeling like he's "not worthy" somehow. But you are quick to reassure him and remind him how important he is to you. He will also wander over towards you and stand protectively by you if he thinks you're being bothered. He's a big guy, so anyone bugging you will immediately be scared off.

If you tend to be jealous, Muriel doesn't really know what to do. He doesn't understand why you're jealous at first, and then when he realizes, he's at somewhat of a loss as to what to say. He will try his absolute best to reassure you and make sure you know that you have no reason to worry. He might be a little awkward about it at first, but he really wants you to know that he cares for you so much and you have nothing to fear.

OhmyGod, Lucio and jealousy just go hand-in-hand. He is jealous all the time and does not like it when others flirt with you/you flirt with others.

But at the same time, some part of him kind of enjoys it. I think he mostly just likes being the one to fend off anyone flirting with you and making everyone aware that you're his. He'll be livid at first when he sees someone trying to get close to you, but then laugh at the face they make when he sidles up to you and throws his arm around you. Lucio shoots piercing glares at whoever it is and tells them to beat it. He likes seeing you get flustered about the whole situation, too.

This man will purposefully try to vex you. If you get jealous, he will make sure that you get really jealous. He enjoys watching you get upset when he's flirting with someone. He never takes it too far, though. And if you're really, really upset, he'll try his best to calm you down, apologize, and reassure you that you have nothing to truly worry about. He's not the best when it comes to emotional discussions, but he also doesn't want to lose you.

[scarlet--wiccan]

If Chthon never blessed her with Chaos Magic, which amplified her mutant power to become probability manipulation, then what's your theory of her actual pure mutant power could be?

Just as a follow-up, after I made this post, Busiek himself commented and added some extra clarity--

What we said was that her mutant power would have channeled some form of natural force (a la her father's magnetism), but Chthon shifted things so that she channeled chaos magic. So what she was putting out was chaos magic, but uncontrolled chaos magic was simply disruptive -- she was essentially hurling chaos-grenades, as she put it. And chaos disrupts order, thus causing improbable things to happen. So she wields chaos magic -- the process of wielding it is the mutant part, the stuff she wields is the magic part. Her training in magic gave her more control over what she was doing with it.

Thanks @kurtbusiek !

Busiek states that Wanda's nascent mutant power would have channeled some form of natural force, similar to Magneto's, which I think we can categorize as an elemental mutation. There are a lot of different mutants with elemental powers, and they don't all work the same way, but if I had to guess, I imagine Wanda would have something similar to Magneto himself, or Rictor, back when his power was more about seismic vibrations-- we're talking about intangible forces of nature and scientific phenomena, not literal elemental bending like in ATLA.

What exactly would that be? I don't know. Probably not magnetism itself, since that would make Lorna redundant. Maybe something related to acceleration and inertia, as a compliment to Pietro's speed.

Nowadays, it's kind of a moot point. The same explanation for how her powers came together still holds, but the origin of her "mutation" is significantly different. She wasn't born with it, and it has nothing to with Magneto, so that connection is no longer relevant. As far as I can tell, the Evolutionary's experiments and Chthon's intervention happened... basically at the same time? So I don't think there was ever any version of Wanda's power that existed prior to what it is now.

Again, this is purely headcanon, but I think it would make a lot more sense if both Wanda and Pietro's powers were the result of the same equation-- hereditary magic + Evolutionary experiment + Chthon = uncanny mutate abilities that, as we've seen, are both capable of escalating and expanding beyond conventional limits. And this would go a long way towards explaining how Pietro was able to become a vessel of Chthon back in the 2010s.

[glitterguts13]

hiiii! I know ur requests might be backed up and I don’t mind if you get to this one or not. But can you do headcanons about the Genshin boys and how they’d react if Y/N decided to leave them even though they’re bearing their child/children?

Angst angst angst! TW: Y/N is kind of a bitch here

Mondstadt

Albedo The cracks had been forming for a while now. There was no major blow-up, nothing that was truly the final blow. Simply two people who were once in love, and had grown apart. Albedo informed them as soon as he learned, and the look of regret on Y/N's face would haunt him forever.

"I'm sorry...But it's best for both of us if we walk away while things are...civil."

Bennett It would be his luck, wouldn't it? All the little things had started piling up, the small mistunes that led to bigger problems. Maybe they just couldn't stand seeing Benny coming home injured any longer, or maybe they were tired of his bad luck affecting them as well. The news finally broke down the last barrier standing between them.

"I'm sorry...I love you...but this isn't healthy for either of us."

Diluc Too many secrets, too many sharp words and too many expectations. It was too good for too long, and Diluc knows he should have ended it far before it reached this point at all. Clinging to the false hope things would be alright only brought this mistake about.

"Please take care of yourself...I...I just can't do this, I'm sorry."

Kaeya The earth-shattering reality of what was happening hits him harder than a solid block of ice. The test was positive, and Y/N was already walking out the door before he could offer solutions.

"Kaeya...I'm not leaving because of the baby, but we both know we'd be terrible parents...it's over, it's been over for a long time. You know that."

Mika Didn't even want to tell them. Facing the truth was just too hard, and his hand clung to their sleeve as Y/N tried to walk away. "Mika, you have to let me go. We aren't right for each other...you'll find someone else, I'm certain...but it isn't me."

Razor It wasn't fair. Y/N was his mate, his lover, his purpose. Razor loved hard and true, and watching them walk out of his life with no consideration for their pup broke his heart in two.

"This isn't what I want...not with you."

Venti Laughs. Light and breezy, as if it's just another terrible pun being hurled around the bar. Of course. He understands. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Goodbye, Venti...don't....drink too much."

Liyue

Baizhu Death was always one step behind him, and for the first time in his life, Baizhu thought, maybe, he was ready to stop running from it.

"I don't want to watch you die...and I'm too young to care for you and a baby. This isn't good for you...or me." Childe: Really, he should have known. With the life he lead, and the battles and danger he was constantly throwing himself into, it was only a matter of time before they turned their back.

Chongyun Doesn't expect it, the goodbye comes out of the blue, and the news of his pregnancy falls like bitter herbs on his tongue. Y/N looks surprised, sorry for him even, but doesn't stop.

"Maybe we'll meet again one day...but it's for the best if we don't."

Gaming They were the one, he was so certain of it. Gaming had told his whole family, and celebrated the news of his unborn child with them while waiting for Y/N to return from their trip. Except, they don't come back. Not a day later, not a week later, only sending a letter two months after leaving. "I couldn't say it to your face, but I'm not ready for a family. This is too much too fast."

Xiao Isn't shocked, but still, he hurts. For once, just once, Xiao allowed himself to think perhaps, things could be different. He could be happy, Y/N would stay and all the darkness around them could be kept at bay.

"Xiao...it was never going to work. We're just too different..."

Xingqiu Bitter, the sight of their face makes his blood boil as they brush past each other in the street. Their child growing steadily inside his belly, while Y/N carries on with life as if he'd never happened.

Zhongli Accepts it, hides the pain with a gentle smile, but crumbles behind closed doors. "Tell our child I'm sorry...but I can't raise...whatever it is they'll be."

Inazuma Arataki Itto The hurt is clear on his face, eyes wide in shock. Not Y/N, not his best friend, his confidant, his ride of die. How could they do this? Now of all times? Weren't they supposed to be together, forever? "Itto...I never wanted a child...especially not the child of an Oni."

Ayato The pressure was simply too much. Every move they made, action they took, word they spoke, was under the gaze of haughty officials with more money and sense. Ayato doesn't blame them for running, the responsibility would have crushed anyone, but not him. Tears would be shed in private, but in public, his smile would never drop.

Gorou Maybe, he thinks, if he'd been human it would have been different. If it was just the responsibility of one child on their shoulders and not the life of three.

Kazuha Allows them to walk away with questions. A part of him knew it was coming, understood that what they'd shared had been on the rocks for months. Asking them to stay and raise a child would only lead to bitter resentment, and he couldn't let that happen.

Heizou Shuts himself away and throws himself into his work. He can't face this right now, he simply can't.

Thoma For the first time in all his years working under the Kamisato household, Thoma requests a break. Two weeks, he flees to the country and washes away the memories with sleep. Y/N's last words still ringing in his ears when he returns.

"I never meant for it to go this far...I'm sorry Thoma, you were just meant to be....something fun." Sumeru

AlHaitham Shuts down. Calls in sick, locks the door to his house and doesn't come out for nearly a month. It's too much, he doesn't know what to do, for once in his adult life, he feels utterly and truly lost.

Cyno Thinks it must be some sort of joke. Y/N can't be serious. They had talked about this, made plans, and yet...they want to walk away? Pretend nothing had happened between them and leave their child without a parent? "I thought this is what I wanted, I really did but...the more I think about it, the more...I realize I don't want it...with you."

Kaveh Begs, on his knees, tears in his eyes, begs with every ounce of willpower in his body. Don't leave him don't leave their child don't walk out that door and pretend he didn't matter, it mattered, didn't it? What they had was something, he was something, right?

Sethos It should have been a happy time, they should have been rejoicing, celebrating their growing family. Instead, he's left alone, staring into the fire and questioning if Y/N had ever loved him at all.

Tighnari Had half a mind to run off into the forest and never come back. He feels stupid, used. How could he have fallen for this? How did he miss the signs? The happiness of a child had been ripped out from his fingers before the day was up, and now he was left alone, to pick up the pieces.

Wanderer Angry, burning to his core. The one time he opens himself up, let himself feel something, he's crushed to pieces and left with a reminder growing inside of his womb.

Fontain

Freminet Doesn't cry. There's no emotion on his face at all, only the slight trembling on his hands to alert to his feelings. "I love you but I'm not in love with you..."

Lyney Shattered. This was supposed to be his second chance, a family to love and protect. They were going to be together, forever, he had it planned out, for the first time in his life Lyney was certain he was safe and stable..and now it's been pulled out from under him.

Neuvillette Gutted. The streets are flooded for weeks as he grapples with the reality of whats going on. He feels foolish for not seeing the issues building, and when Y/N walks away, he feels he's the cause of all their issues.

Wrio Expects it. He knows they were just a fling, even if deep down, he wanted so much more. They would be leaving the prison in less than a month, and, well, he would never be. It wasn't fair to ask them to leave their life in Fontain behind to raise a child in the prison with him.

[charmwasjess]

For the character ask game — Dooku 2, 5, 23! aaand Rael 2, 12, 20, 25!

I'm breaking this ask up into two posts since you were SO, so generous as to give me lots of fun things to talk about!!! :D ❤️ I'm starting with Rael, since he has absolutely become one of my favorite Jedi characters and I want to tell you why.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

SO MANY THINGS!

I love that literally the first thing he does the very minute he’s introduced is bearhug Dooku. I love that he treats Qui-Gon like a little brother and teaches him to swim. I love that he’s the most overt, direct example of Jedi lineage and Master + Padawan relationships being a family analogue. Not that others aren’t, but the way he outright says it, no metaphors or beating around the bush: Masters LOVE their Padawans, Padawans love their Master. It’s not training, it’s raising. 

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

My favorite is that Rael and Dooku’s early relationship as Master and apprentice was awful. Dooku is, like, this incredibly high strung, anxious perfectionist who is still almost a teenager when he takes on Rael, and has no idea what he’s doing. Meanwhile, Rael is a problem child who knows more curse words than Dooku does, is a LOT meaner, and mouths off to him constantly because it’s funny. Who even is this stuck-up knowitall who is probably just waiting for him to fail like everyone else?

Then one really bad day, in a string of bad days, Rael pushes Dooku too far, and he just… snaps. No, no lightning or shouting. Those big brown eyes slowly fill up with tears and he hurls himself in the refresher and locks the door. Rael knows he’s crying in there; he can hear him. They’re both appalled. 

After that, their relationship becomes the genuinely loving, affectionate one we see in the books. One, because Rael knows Dooku is actually human in there. And two, because he knows how deeply he actually cares about making him into the best Jedi and how desperately invested he is in his success.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Rael and Anakin, if they didn’t immediately get into a fist fight, would be amazing. Anakin loves Qui-Gon, okay, meet Qui-Gon’s cool big brother. And since Rael was the oldest kid they accepted into the Order before Anakin (came in at age 5) and has had issues integrating with the Jedi, he could give him some real big lineage brother advice.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I was furious about him at first. He takes the place of Qui-Gon as Dooku’s first Padawan in old canon, and “clueless baby Dooku training Qui-Gon who is almost old enough to be his peer instead of his student” dynamic used to be my bread and butter. So initially, i was pretty put off that now that role is taken by some kind of weird cowboy talking asshole?!

Now, I love it. I’m so here for it. I’ll always love the old version, but I really like this too. He and Dooku are such opposites and it just works. And I love this pattern, between Rael, Sifo-Dyas, and Yoda, of Dooku being this formal, reserved person and the people he’s the closest to are complete playful, deeply affectionate goofballs.

Rael's just a wonderful character. Loving, flawed, complicated, strangely emotionally in tune for this lineage, and he fucks.

[diovstheworld]

Hi may I please ask for headcanons for La Squadra plus Sorbet and Gelato reacting to some walking up to their s/o asking them to cover their freckles becuase they look ugly with them? If not I can ask another

hi anon! of course! and thank you for specifying sorbet and gelato, i always feel kind of bad when i leave them out 😭 anyway here you go! sorry this took me a little while to get to (university is kicking my ass rn) and sorry if this post seems repetitive 😭

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Formaggio:

well firstly, i headcanon him as having freckles himself so when he hears this, he’s gonna go crazy for sure

your freckles are his favourite thing about you so to hear someone insult one of the many things he loves about you then he’s obviously going to be angry as hell

honestly, i think he would cause a scene. no one gets to call his s/o ugly! plus it’s simply not true!

he’s definitely going to start an argument with this person, maybe even give a little punch in retaliation

he’s not letting anyone away with that, that’s for sure!

Prosciutto:

gently covering your ears and walking you away from the situation

he’s definitely going to be taking your hand and trying to comfort you about the situation

while telling you that what was said was just not true at all! he can’t emphasise enough how beautiful you are!

warns you within an inch of your life to never cover up your freckles just for other people

tells you, like he always does, to only do things for you and what makes you happy. not what other people want you to do

Risotto:

i think much like prosciutto, he’s calmly removing you from the situation

but in his head, he’s plotting this persons death for sure. no one gets away with saying such lies about his s/o

even though he seems to be keeping composed, he’s furious. he immediately shuts down this person who just insulted you

before then turning to you, checking if you’re alright and reassuring you that your freckles are unique and cute and he loves them

after the situation unfolds, he’s offering to take you for coffee (or any beverage you prefer!) to try and take your mind off it

Illuso:

normally if someone told him something like this, he would brush it off. he loves himself too much to care for the opinion of others (or so he tries to portray) lmao BUT when it comes to his s/o, he’s going to be MAD

first of all, no one gets to call you ugly. not even he would dare call you that as a joke

he’s moving you aside and covering your ears while he talks to this person

oh, and when he’s talking back to them, he’s hurling a hundred other insults at them. they crossed the line the second they called you ugly

afterwards, he will comfort you. after all, you are his s/o, and he doesn’t want anyone saying stuff like that to you

Ghiaccio:

okay, honestly, he’s going nuts. absolutely crazy

he’s not even taking the time to process what just happened, he’s getting right into yelling at this person

just like the others, he’s protective of you and insulting you like that was his last straw

no one’s getting away with calling you ugly, and ghiaccio will make sure they suffer for their crimes. he’s going to be yelling at them for a while. much like formaggio, i can see him maybe even punching this person at the end of his rant

afterwards, he’s also probably warning you not to cover up just because of what other people say and think. this accidentally ends up being a little bit of a rant, but he means well!

also reminds you that your freckles are adorable and they don’t need to be covered anyway

Melone:

immediately taking your hand to comfort you, while looking at the person who said such nasty words to you

he’s shutting them down immediately. their opinion on your freckles was not true, and he’s going to make sure this person learns that what they said was not okay

once he puts this person in his place, he’s leading you to someplace quiet to check on you and give you a reassuring hug as well as some kind words

afterwards, he’s probably suggesting you both go home. he has a relaxing bath with you and does some face masks with you to try and take your mind off of the situation

Pesci:

so even though i feel pesci is not that confident and is pretty shy, he’s not going to let this slide

he’s going to speak up for his s/o after all

calmly and politely lecturing this person on why it’s wrong to come up to people and say such words, as well as emphasising the point that what they said was just completely false

again he’s taking your hand, making sure you’re okay. doesn’t wait till you guys are somewhere quiet for a hug, he just does it

much like risotto, he’s taking you out somewhere to take your mind off it. he lets you choose. he will go anywhere as long as it makes you happy!

Sorbet and Gelato:

the both of them are already very protective of their significant other but they’re probably doing a combination of what i’ve already said before

one of them is dealing with this person who’s just insulted you, while the other is walking you away from the situation

it might get messy, especially with the insult that just got thrown your way and they don’t want you to see the aftermath of it all

and if you ask them about what happened back there, they probably won’t divulge any details to you for your own good

but they care for their s/o a lot! it all comes from a place of love. they are very loving partners so everything they do always does come from a place of love and care for their s/o

[nerdnag]

Yuribird!

THANK YOU I was almost worried no one would give me Yuri �� (now if only someone could send Coco too...)

First impression

My first impression of him was kinda muddled because all I could think about the first couple of chapters or so of the DLC was "IS that the same voice actor as Claude???" (Now I can clearly hear the difference between them, but I couldn't at first, and it IRKED me until I finally looked it up...)

But apart from that, Yuri is almost exactly the kind of character I tend to be drawn to/enjoy in media. The aspects of him that weren't initially part of that for me, like how he keeps his appearance, quickly became part of what I like about it. So now I probably won't be able to fully enjoy similar kinds of characters that don't quite have "all that is Yuri" in the same way anymore... He is so multi-faceted I love him

Impression now

I love him so much. He is so fun and so smart and so capable. I love his banter with the other wolves. I love writing him. I love drawing him. I love the way his voice actor does his voice. I love his outfit in Three Hopes. I love the frowny face he makes. I love the cheeky smile he makes. I love literally everything about him except for his pointy shoes

Favorite moment

Aaaah that is so hard to choose. I like the part in his Three Hopes A support with Ashe where he's all "and if I'm caught and the townspeople hurl stones and rotten fruit at me as I walk to the gallows, then I shall die with a smile on my face". I like when he's all schemy like when he pretends to flirt with Byleth in order to set a trap for [spoiler]. I like when he says "I'd even lick the mud from your boots, my lord!" in a dumb voice with Constance. I like when he makes up the nickname "The Abyssal Four" on the spot and then is disappointed when the other wolves don't play along. I like literally every single time that he calls Constance "Shady Lady". I like when he's too fed up to pretend to be charming and he goes all matter-of-factly or sharp (like in the Ashen Wolves paralogue when he says "I take care of my own. That's all" in response to Constance's shrewdness, or "If I get hurt in the process, that's just part of the deal" in the Ashe A support). I like his partner special with Hapi where she says "I want to see Yuri-bird fly" and he goes "Then feast your eyes!". I like when he's a smirky bastard. Asdfghjkl I like all Yuri moments so much...

Idea for a story

ALL THE STORIES ARE ACTUALLY ABOUT YURI.

No but alright. More specifically I have a (very rough) wip that's a modern college roommate AU with him and the wolves where he's a psych student who agrees to help Coco develop an app that she thinks will make her famous. Also in it he is half French and has an advice podcast under the pseudonym "The Savage Mockingbird". Constance doesn't know he's the one behind it, but she keeps calling in to the podcast to argue with him about his so-called "advice" which she does not agree with one bit.

I also have some notes from 2020 for a story about Claude and Hilda in which Yuri blackmails Hilda to get to Claude. But I will probably never actually write that one.

Unpopular opinion

I like his Three Hopes outfit a lot better than his FE3H post-skip outfit.... But maybe this isn't an unpopular opinion....

Favorite relationship

All of the wolves but most of all Constance - I love how he runs laps around her most of the time but then at times she completely baffles him 😭

Favorite headcanon

I mean the wooloo pajamas is hard to contend with. I know I do have a bunch of other headcanons for him as well but currently my head is empty...

(send me a character)

[bikelock28]

What kind of parents to Ted do you think Remus and Tonks would've been if they survived?

I don't know why but I imagine that Tonks would be the 'easy one', the one who Ted could tell some juicy details from his teenage life and Tonks would be like 'ooh yeah I understand, tell me more!' and would sometimes behave like she's his friend rather than a mum (which sounds good but could be bad xD) I also imagine lots of cringe nicknames that would embarrass Teddy and lots of hugs and kisses, basically very affectionate and warm, like she was in books.

For Remus... I can't help but imagine him being loving but also strict and a bit cold. He would LOVE Tonks and Teddy obviously, but Remus is not naturally affectionate or open about his feelings and I don't think he would be a natural Family Man (like Arthur Weasley), so he would be reserved. He would express his love towards Teddy by saying how proud he was of Ted's Head Boy badge and ruffle his hair and clap him on the back. I also think his lycanthropy might affect their relationship - Remus would get grumpy, in turn Ted might also get sarcastic and grumpy if he's in a bad mood, which could result in a fight. Also, Remus gives me the ~old fashioned father~ vibes when it comes to discipline, if you know what I mean. BUT in spite of all this, Teddy would be a complete daddy's boy! Especially if he's more like Remus in personality and looks, and he and Remus could talk endlessly and understand each other.

Sorry for long post 🤡 what are your headcanons?

Thank you for your question. Don’t apologise for a long post- I love long posts:) and this reply has turned out v long also.

I touched on the answer a bit here: https://bikelock28.tumblr.com/post/624514058632232960/i-lobed-the-chapters-about-what-happened-to.

I don’t think either Tonks or Lupin would be very strict parents, but I also don’t think either would be the “friends with the kids” type. I don’t think either would be the Cool Parent, because frankly by the time children are old enough to fully understand/appreciate coolness, they’re too old to reckon it applies to their parents.

I think Lupin does most of the childcare. This means he and Teddy are close. Being a dad makes lupin happier than anything. He has a lovely relationship with Teddy: loves teaching Teddy stuff and is also good at being silly with him (remember this is a man who dressed Snape as Neville’s gran and who laughs at James’ jokes 20 years later! Do not underestimate the daftness Remus Lupin is capable of). I think Tonks would absolutely love all of the above.

I write Lupin as allergic to PDA with Tonks, and I think it would largely remain that way. But I don’t think he can keep his hands off Teddy, he is always hugging, tickling, kissing, ruffling hair, having Teddy climb on him, etc. It feels natural to him, he doesn’t even notice that he’s doing it in front of others.

If you grew up in a family where one parent was stay-at-home and the other went to work, you’ll remember that the latter coming home was a bit of a big daily occasion. I think that defo happens with Tonks- “MUMMY IS HOME! Mummy let me show you my drawing, mummy I scored a goal today” etc, hurling himself at her when she comes through the door. Plus it allows her to be Fun Mummy. 

However, Aurors presumably work many evenings, weekends, early mornings. If you grow up with a parent who works shifts like that then as the child it’s normal to you. But for many mums that‘s guilt-inducing. I think Tonks would really struggle with that, which makes me sad. Though I suppose the good thing about being married to Lupin is that you’d always have someone to talk to about guilt lol! I reckon she’d buy Teddy all sort of daft and unnecessary toys to make up for missing bedtimes etc. These presents would largely be junk Teddy didn't actually want or need. Lupin would find this habit extremely irritating and it would probably be something they'd argue about: "It's just a silly plastic frog, it was ten knuts," "So why did you bother getting it?" "It's just a little token to say sorry for being away so much this week," "It's clutter we don't need, like that whistle you got him in the Summer. He knows you wish you were home more, Tonks- you don't need to spoil him with junk to prove it," etc etc.

BUT I also reckon Lupin would also be indulgent of Teddy in a different way, e.g:

I bet he’d hate leaving him to cry as a baby. 

He’d have phases of extreme anxiety about Teddy’s safety. 

Because Lupin’s self-loathing means that he believes he Is Bad, and because he carries a lot of shame, he would be weird and paranoid about Teddy growing up with similar problems. This would lead to him struggling with if an how to punish Teddy when he’s naughty, and with even the idea/wording of “naughty”/“good”/“you’re in trouble” etc.

Tonks, like many people, would find all the above bemusing and infuriating. I headcanon that Andromeda was quite a strict parent to her, and as far as Tonks is concerned she (Tonks) turned out OK. Therefore i think Tonks would have a more normal and healthy approach to punishment: “sending Teddy to bed without his pudding will teach him not to steal biscuits from the tin again”, “telling him he’s been naughty isn’t shaming him”, “he knows we love him even if we get cross sometimes”. Whereas Lupin, with his aforementioned shame and self-loathing would be troubled by all that. I think he would defo argue with Tonks about it. E.g a battleground would be if Teddy can/should sleep in his parents’ bed: "It helps him sleep," "No, Remus, it helps you sleep, but not me, and I'm the one who has to be up at five to go to work," "I'll have him on my side, then" "It doesn't matter, he'll still end up keeping us awake. You've got to get over this clinginess," "He isn't clingy," "He's going to be because of you, and you are because of him. Look, I know you get anxious sometimes about him being alone at night, but he's safe here. He's in the room nextdoor. Nobody is going to hurt him," "That's not what I'm worried about," "Remus, that's exactly what you're worried about. We both know it. It's OK, I understand, but you can't let it effect how we are with Teddy," etc etc.

As for their family relationships when Teddy’s older:

I don’t agree with you about Tonks being keen to hear the juicy details of teddy’s teen life, or him being keen to tell her- remember this is his mum! Plus, if Teddy’s anything like his dad, he’s a closed book. And Tonks has enough experience of Remus by then to respect that in Teddy.

I also disagree with you about Lupin getting grumpy around the full moon. In canon he gets ill, not bad-tempered, so there’s nothing there to cause arguments with Teddy. I don’t think having a werewolf dad would make school easy for Teddy (even though said dad is also a war hero). But I don’t believe Teddy would ever directly blame Lupin for that, because Teddy’s grown up seeing first-hand how being a werewolf is an illness.

Overall I think Teddy’s Hogwarts years would be a happy time for the family (as much as they can be when you have a teenager in the house!). I headcanon Teddy as always pretty independent, so him growing up and making choices would be cool for his parents to watch. Especially as he’s a bright lad, and I don’t head cannon him as having any interest in being an Auror or going into politics. Probably a relief for his parents on a personal level, but also a big signifier for them (and their Order friends) that the war’s over, and they won it so Teddy didn’t have to fight or campaign or be afraid. He can live the life he chooses. He can be normal. Well, as normal as you can be when you have turquoise hair ;)

However, by the time Teddy’s in 4th/5th year I headcanon that Lupin would be getting increasingly unwell. Probably walking with a stick and tiring easily. Of course that’s a difficult thing for a parent to experience, and a child to witness. I think Tonks would try to make this all seem OK and fail, and everyone would be miserable about it. But being a loving family makes even a miserable time a little better.

Hope you enjoyed this long answer. As always, feel free to weigh in or send Asks or Messages.

[sirmontague48]

I agree to be honest. I do like wise characters, and characters who have a redemption arc, however I don't like it on every single character. I really do not like it on Sir Handel. The whole point of his character is that some people do not change, so changing him to be wise and kind literally throws that idea out of the window. It is refreshing to see characters that have flaws and are not always nice, and it is entertaining to watch their comeuppance if they are especially unlikeable.

Sir Handel is pompous, prone to tantrums and thinks that he knows it all and should be the boss (that's a very brief summary). Removing those personality traits completely basically removes who he is. He is described as still being "rather grand" in the Hit era, but this is not seen at all in my opinion. He's depicted as wise, kind and always willing to help anyone.

I beg your pardon? That is not Sir Handel. Wise? This is the same engine who thought that he shooed a steamroller away after hurling a few petty insults at him, completely not understanding short term contracts and that steamrollers have other work to do once they have finished a job and can't stand around chit chatting.

Kind? Well, there isn't really much evidence of him being kind. He does show sympathy towards Peter Sam after his accident, but other than that he is seen either complaining or boasting, and neither of those are particularly kind, especially not to everyone else's ears.

Always willing to help anyone? I think not. Sir Handel is incredibly selfish, taking no hesitation in trying to scheme out of working or allowing other people to do his work. He boasts constantly and cares greatly about his own image and ego, and is not seen looking out for anyone else other than himself.

I know that it was implied (technically not specified though to my rememberance) that he matured due to working at the quarry, but what could possibly happen that would cause someone's personality to change in the complete opposite direction with absolutely no trace of their original traits at all?? It just doesn't add up to me, and I am personally not convinced at all.

I personally headcanon Sir Handel to be pompous, self centred and short tempered with a grumpy exterior, but deep down (very deep down), he does have a soft side, and he does care about others when he is not distracted by his own interests and wants. He is absolutely not a saint who puts others before himself, and the Hit era Sir Handel is not Sir Handel to me. His default smile does make him look sweet though, and his paint colour is very nice and royal.

This is all my opinion.

He was still adorable to me, but yea - he was best in season 4. They did him dirty afterward.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Targeting Thralls

This one never had an overarching story, just a scene and half a concept. Hope to find a home for it one day.

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Niffty and Husk need rescue when another overlord (vox) decides to lash out at them, to piss off their overlord. They assume this is It for them (well husk does, Niffty’s faith is unwavering). 

Unexpectedly, the blow is blocked and turned aside, leaving a furious Alastor in its stead. 

“You dare…?” 

“Oh NOW you care about the little guy? Stop the act, Al, we know you’re nothing but a baseline manipulative nightmare that only looks human.” Vox sneers back. “And we can always use that kind of moxie at Voxtek, so why not think about my offer a little harder… or something might just happen to your little toys.

[Absolute banger of a battle scene that I will write at some point etc.]

Vox cheats by leaving before the final blow is struck, but its close. Too close. 

“Did that vile picturebox manage to touch you before I arrived?” he snarls at the pair, and gets a joyful shake of the head from Niffty. Husk is too busy trying to map out how to manage the static spewing nightmare form before him, there’s no implicit gratitude for the whole… whatever that was, but he doesn’t hate that he didn’t have his ass kicked.

“Are you kidding me? In front of the HOTEL?!” yells Vaggie, tugging her hair as she surveys the annihilated lawn and scorched front of the building. “Couldn’t you go do that whole powerful dick swinging thing overlords do, elsewhere?”

That seems to snap Alastor back to himself, somewhat. “Ah, y-y…” (static) “yes, Vagathina Rose Davenport Junior, I do sincerely apologise for the whole to do. You see, that vile video podcast arrived with the express purpose of striking at Niffty and Husker, here… it was all that could be done to hurl him through the front doors before I tore his FUCKING HEAD OFF AND DEVOURED HIS HEART!”

“Charlie… out here now… we need you to do the friendship thing, STAT!”

“Friendship thi-...? Oh no, Al, what happened?”

“You CANNOT have missed all the noise made out here. Angel was hanging out a window four feet from yours firing rounds into fucking Vox, there is NO WAY you missed all that.”

“Wait, what?”

Ah, taking a closer look, its clear that Miss Morningstar might just be deep in the sleepdeprived manic hole right now.

“Hey Al, since ya saved Husk, how’s about I give ya a little ‘reward’... don’t shrink down, I’ve always wanted ta see if I could manage an Overlord in their boss form!” Angel hollers down. “Ya ever hear of a macro feti-...” mercifully he trails off.

The statement is so obviously targeted to hit Alastor’s brain as repugnant and uncouth, but it works. With a somewhat confused and mildly horrified frown, the overlord slides back to more manageable proportions. Mostly perplexed at how Angel thought he would survive an encounter with an Overlord given the… inherent proportional concerns.

“I would request that you never say such a thing again or I will hurl you into the next acid rainstorm. However, thank you for… breaking that train of thought. It was tempting to seek out Vox for a rematch.”

“You look like shit.”

“Such language, Vagathalia Junebug the 2nd! What would your dearest lady think?”

“I think her mouth can make whatever noise it wants, it’s pretty when she talks…”

“Hmmm, I do believe someone needs a good nap. Niffty, escort the Princess to her room and… non-lethally I must stress and without overt injury, please help her remain there.”

“What do you think that was about? Vox never targets the thralls, far as I’ve ever known of him. What d’ya think changed?”

“I am not certain, Husker. Perhaps he thinks its a new way to cause annoyance? Nevermind. I would not allow him such easy access to you again, not now I am aware of his ridiculous machinations.”

“Fucking how, Al? You look like shit right now, it’s a good thing you broke apart when you did.”

“Never worry about that, my good feline, this will be fine in a matter of hours.”

“Hmmm. C’mon, at least let me help click your bones back right, ‘cause I fucking hate the sound of having to rebreak them later.”

“Ahhh, the love you have for me is truly delightful to behold, Husker…”

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Some sort of ploy by Vees to target the thralls to naturally reduce the power of other overlords. Vox wanted Alastor specifically. However, Valentino finds it amusing that he doesn’t have to fight for Angel Dust/his safety, as long as the whore is in the hotel, he’s naturally guarded by Vox’s little crush. So they leave Alastor alone for now.

Others lose dozens. Someone even tries for Carmilla’s daughters, but Rosie intervenes with teeth, with claws and a lack of decorum that makes witnesses wet themselves.

There’s an angelic hand pulling the strings, etc etc. 

Lucifer is required to stabilise Pride before the whole place explodes.

That’s another layer on the disaster cake needing careful unravelling. What if the Vees were merely the first conduit, because heaven got through to them via media at the source. They intended to have them beat down other overlords and drag them in, bind them until there would be no strong sinners to resist…

What if its already happening… and there’s nothing else that can be done. Also, hotel nonsense in the background.

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hello, I saw that you're requests are open and if it's no trouble I would like to ask for kazuha with fem s/o who is insecure about their looks and body? Thank you in advance and have a nice day.

Genshin Impact

Character(s): Kazuha

Genre: Fluff + Comfort

Type: Headcanon

Description: Some days you cannot ignore the way you see yourself and every frown, every thought, finds a way to hinder your daily life. Today, though, as it all creeps in, you aren't alone

Warning(s): Female Reader(Pronouns and Gendered Terms Not Mentioned / Can Be Read by Anyone Without Being Misgendered), Insecurities, Touching(Innocent in Nature)

Hello, anon!! It's no trouble at all <3

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or evening!

It was a feeling, a simple pit in your stomach whilst you looked for something to wear for the day. Nothing seemed quite right and frustration boiled at the back of your throat with every failed outfit. Your silent words of disdain toward the unflattering clothing soon turned to your own self

You tried to shake your head and focus on finding something you knew looked good, but they just wouldn't stop. The very brain that knew you were attractive, attacked you as if it didn't. It would keep going until it ate you alive; until it consumed all that you are

But his voice, ever so soft and ever so kind, called for you just beyond your quarters, inquiring if you were ready to follow him just as he would the wind. It had your heart halting and your lungs aching. What would you say? More so, what could you say?

Perhaps it was your silence that would drive him away, maybe you could hide and wallow like days long passed. Though you knew better than that, that he would always make sure you were alright. He knew the way your dressing habits changed whenever your thoughts raged war upon your very being, he knew your torment like he knew his past

"May I come in, love?" He spoke in a hush, as if a mere wisp of urgency would send you hurling into the fiery pits of the underworld with only the souls of the damned to keep you company. His bandaged hand was on the weathered knob of your door long before you managed to push out a hum, but he waited for it despite the seconds or minutes that went by. For you, he would wait an eternity; he'd wait lifetimes

The door's hinges whined as he pushed it open, scared to allow him in just as you. Though your fear did not bloom from the stem of him knowing, rather, it fell from the wilted petals of your heart. To worry him so hurt more than any anguish your mind could grow in the soil of your battered soul.

A breath fell from his lips, an exhale soon followed by careful words. "Are...are you alright?" The twisting of your brow had him stepping closer. He payed no mind to your shrinking once he had you in his arms, sliding and locking loosely between your middle. He had been unsure before, but more than aware now. "Is it one of those days?"

The shirt in which you tried before his interruption was pressed ever so tightly to your chest, a meek attempt at shielding your weeping heart from his curious eyes. Your throat, tense and screaming for rest, only managed a quiet squeak - a squeak that was intended to be a 'yes'

His chin nestled above your shoulder as he breathed, his cheek smooshing when he leaned into you. "I'm perfectly content staying in today, if that's what you want." Hands, once locked and resting against your stomach, now wandered and danced across your bare skin. His thumbs rubbed circles whilst his fingers traced every curve and every mark. Like honey they dripped slowly and tickled the expanse of your skin in cold lines, lighting fires in their wake.

"There is always one thing the wind calls you toward, you know. Constantly pulling and pushing you until you finally find it.." His bangs dragged across your neck as he shifted, lifting and turning his head. Warmth settled against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin with every word. "And, for me..." Hands found your own, "I have found that you are what it's been leading me to."

Your aching fingers loosened around the crinkled fabric within your hands, his words relieving as much as they were lung aching. The shirt fell from your grasp when you reached for his hands, tangling your own with his as you pulled them close. Your chest rose with a shaking breath, your nose burning.

"To me, you are the world. Full of wonders and life." Your eyes itched as they watered and blurred. "A never-ending masterpiece of bountiful views and tasteful cuisines." His lips graced the curve of your cheek, "A flower that withstands hurricanes and tsunamis."

"You're so strong, (Y/n), but please...remember that you can lean on me whenever it gets too difficult." Another kiss is pressed to your cheek, "I love you, dearly."