#it's MY headcanon and you can't take it away from me!

[asgardian--angels]

mage viktor discourse again on twitter and all i can say in my little corner over here once again is, I don't know why the entire fandom takes it as canon that mage Viktor failed to save every world he manipulated.

Canon does not provide evidence of this. This is fanon speculation. It's a fine headcanon to have, but everyone talks about it like it's canon when it isn't. Canon is ambiguous about the outcome of the timelines mage Viktor altered. The little nods we are given point, in my opinion, towards the opposite conclusion, that he successfully averted destruction.

I've written meta on this before but in summary:

1) 'In all timelines, in all possibilities' is worded precisely, it's not 'out of all timelines'; the implication is that every time, Jayce brings Viktor back from the brink, not just in our timeline. 'Only you' doesn't refer to our timeline's Jayce, it refers to all Jayces. Jayce always brings him home. If Viktor continuously put the fate of each timeline in Jayce's hands and Jayce failed over and over, I don't think he'd say those words. And the way he says them matters. His words are tinged with wonder, not sorrow. As if over and over again, he is shown that Jayce saves him, and it continues to amaze him. He doesn't sound defeated, like this is the next in a long line of Jayces he's sending off to die. The feeling is that Viktor's faith in Jayce has not been misplaced.

2) If mage Viktor doomed every timeline, there would be hundreds (or more) mage Viktors. All running around manipulating timelines. I highly doubt the writers wanted to get into that kind of sticky situation. The tragedy of mage Viktor is that he is singular. Alone. Burdened with the responsibility of the multiverse. The emotional gut punch of his fate is ruined if other timelines led to the same outcome, and from a practical standpoint, having multiple reality-bending omniscient mages would rip apart the fabric of the arcane.

There are other points, such as there being only one corrupted Mercury Hammer and our Jayce is the only one to receive it, and the fact that if mage Viktor is as omniscient as he is implied to be, he could easily step back into other timelines and correct course, because it's highly unlikely he could sit still and watch things go down in flames. But these things can be argued elsewhere.

While I love conversations about mage Viktor's motives and selfishness vs altruism, the writers & artbook have expressed that Jayce and Viktor care greatly about Runeterra and want to fix their mistakes to save it, and that their reconciliation is symbolic of Piltover and Zaun coming together as well. Yes, they make disastrous decisions towards each other, making choices for the other or without the other, which has negative consequences for their relationship and for Runeterra - but I think fandom pushes their selfishness even past what's canon sometimes, as if their entire goal hadn't always been to selflessly help the world around them. Their final reconciliation is about bridging the gap that grew between them - the pain and grief and secrets, betraying themselves and each other - to mutually choose each other openly and honestly. Part of the beauty of their story, as expressed by the creators, is that in their final moments, they chose each other and took responsibility for their actions by sacrificing themselves to end what they started, together - and that choosing each other saved the world. TPTB have stated this - that Jayce and Viktor are the glue holding civilization together, and when they come back to each other, they can restore balance. It's when they're apart, when they hurt each other and miscommunicate, when they abandon their commitment to each other and their dream, that the greater world suffers. Their strife is mirrored in the story-world at large.

Mage Viktor is framed as a solitary penitent figure, damned to an eternity of atoning for his mistakes. He paid the ultimate price and now is forced to live his personal nightmare of exactly what he was trying to avoid for himself with the glorious evolution. The narrative clues we're given point more in the direction that he saves timelines rather than dooms them. If Viktor's actions kept killing Jayce, the very boy he couldn't bear to not save each time, it would undermine these narrative choices. Yes, Viktor couldn't stand to live in a world where he never meets Jayce, so he ensures it keeps happening. But in that same breath, he couldn't bear to see a world where his actions continue to destroy Jayce and destroy Runeterra. His entire arc in s2 is born of his selfless desire to help humanity, help individual people. He would not lightly destroy entire worlds. That's his original grief multiplied a thousandfold, and narratively it would lessen the impact of the one, true loss he did suffer, his own Jayce. It wouldn't make sense for him to be alright with damning other timelines to suffer the same catastrophic tragedy that created him. I mean, maybe I'm delusional here, but is that not the entire point? Because that's what I took away when I watched the show.

As I said, I love discussions about mage Viktor, as there's a lot to play with. All I wish is that the fandom at large would not just assume or accept the Mage Viktor Dooms Every Timeline idea as canon, when there is nothing in the actual canon that confirms this. Maybe people need to just, go back and rewatch the actual episode, to recall how mage Viktor is presented to us, and what it's implied we're supposed to take away from his scenes, and separate that from the layers of headcanon the fandom has constructed.

[lavender-girlfriend-88]

Future Lover - Jason Todd x Reader

Synopsis: Trying to make it in the Big City, you are dragged clawing and screaming into a time travel mess with a man who claims to be your future husband.

Author's Note: This is my first fic in like.....years. plese be kind :)

Also this was loosely inspired by another writer's headcanon/work (that i can't find :((), and this song. I will continue to search for the fic and link it when I find it, bc it's really good!

I hope I do the idea and the character justice!

Content: Jason Todd x Reader, timetravel, swearing, mention of injuries, blood, more to come :)

ANywaayyss! Hope you like it :)

Word Count: 2k.

You’ve been daydreaming again. A third - no, fourth cup of tea, left to turn bone cold. 

Fuckin dipshit

It’s a warm day for Gotham. City of recurring nightmares, for some. For you, it’s home. A chaotic, fucked-up, yet charming-in-it’s-relentlessness home.

At 22, you’re at that crucial stage of your 20’s where it feels like you’ve seen it all, and yet done nothing of note. Job-hopping, relationship-failing, nothingness. Anxious to make something of yourself, yet not quite sure what that something would be yet.

Ambition currently took a backseat to survival. You worked for a federal community services program, which helped your clients find and access vital resources, like housing, healthcare, and food. You were a jack-of-all-trades for many in this role; a big sister, a life-coach and a friend, all in one. A soft landing. It was hard, but rewarding work. 

But damn if it didn’t drain you.

You let out a huff as you pour the cup into the sink, letting the stale chamomile brew be swallowed by the drain. You’re alone in your sharehouse, with all four of your housemates all out and about, taking full advantage of the sunny weekend. It’s a rare occasion. You gaze up, over the sink, through the window in the kitchen. Outside, sunshine beams down through silvery clouds.

It is a nice day.

Oh shit. What’s the time? And why do I feel like I’m forgetting something?

You rush back to your room and glance at your phone screen. 12:48. Oh shit!

Coffee! With your coworker, Matthew! Damnit!

Rushing around the house as quickly as you can, you damn near turn into a blur as your grab the necessities haphazardly. Jacket, keys, wallet, phone…. Where’s the damn phone, you just had it, dumbass! 

Slamming the door to your townhouse behind you, with your belongings all shoved into a low-slung leather shoulder bag, you rush three blocks down to the bus stop that will take you further into town, managing to just catch the bus before it leaves. Slotting yourself behind the other passengers from your stop, ignoring the glare that the bus driver gives you, and squeezing through the sea of patrons, that’s when you spot it. A seat. Yes! Perfect!

Collapsing into the plastic seat with a soft thud, your head tilts back and you exhale, catching your breath. You close your eyes in relief. Phew! At least now you’ll make it to coffee with your friend and former colleague Matthew on time.

Glad I got this seat. Free seats on buses in Gotham, especially on sunny days like this, are few and far between. 

Come to think of it…. Free seats in Gotham, on PACKED buses like this one, are exceedingly rare…

You glance to your right side, towards the side window. The man who sits beside you is, and there really is no way to put this lightly, huge. He looks straight forward, and it’s like he hasn’t noticed you at all.

A hulking presence, you can see he lurches forward ever so slightly. Broad shoulders that filled a dark brown leather jacket to the brim. Arms that squeeze into the worm sleeves. You glance away, folding your bottom lip into your mouth as you are prone to do when nervous or awkward. Inhaling, you steal one last glance up at his face, before quickly looking forward, and inwardly cringing.

Now it all makes sense. That scowl. Fuck me. This man might be a local crazy.

None of the other passengers are anywhere near him. Well, near either of you, since you foolishly decided to take the empty seat without first looking to see who it was you’d be sitting next to. Dickhead.

His face is a storied one. The first thing you notice are his eyes. Cliché, you think to yourself, Noticing the handsome stranger’s eyes first. But in all honesty, it’s quite hard not to. They’re a bright, piercing green. Almost…. glowing? Well, the left one is. You can’t see the right, as he’s facing forward. His disinterest in you is such that you think if you were to drop dead in front of him, he’d hardly blink.

His face, side on, is straight and chiselled, but aged. A large thin scar reaches from his left jaw, pointing like an arrow towards his green eye. And his hair, oil black, voluminous and wavy, with a streak of platinum white in his cowlick. It would be adorable if you weren’t so bloody mortified right now. 

His thick black brows are furrowed in deep concentration, or frustration. You can’t tell which. His glowering face, tense and focused, betrays the deep thought he is in. It’s not clear what exactly it is this man wants to stab the life out of right now, but it is clear that this man does not want to be spoken to right now. Hence the empty seat, you figure.

You squeeze your arms around your brown bag, the soft leather a small comfort in this awkward situation you now find yourself in. Oh, if only you could sink through this shitty plastic bus chair and splat onto the road below.

You take a deep breath, finally steading yourself. Finding yourself in close proximity with an unstable person in Gotham is like finding yourself in an enclosure with a lion. No sudden movements, and you might find yourself walking out of this with all limbs intact.

Without warning, the bus lurches forward, and you with it. Your arm shoots out to steady yourself on the metal pole in front of you, a small groan escaping your lips. You remain seated.

The man beside you, seemingly weighed down by rocks, doesn’t budge, but grunts softly. It’s probably all those damn muscles keeping him locked in place. 

You look to your side, observing the other patrons with mild curiosity. Across the small aisle from you, sits a small child and her father. Hand in hand, and she can’t be older than four. Blonde hair sticks out in tiny pigtails, and in her hands sits a stuffed giraffe toy. 

She looks over at me with large brown eyes, and smiles. You smile back, and offer a small smile. “I like your giraffe! What’s his name?”, your chirp, just as the bus enters a dark underground tunnel.

She opens her mouth to speak, a bashful smile on her face, but is interrupted by the bus skidding to a halt. You don’t even have time to turn my head forward, when, quicker than you can comprehend, hands move. Her father’s hands, and your left arm, both reach towards the small child. Your hand instinctively spreads out to cushion her small body, whilst your right reaches out for the pole in front of you. And completely misses it.

But you don’t flip head over heels onto the bus floor. A large arm has blocked you, reaching in front of you like a human seatbelt. The man beside you, still facing forward stoically, stopped you from breaking your teeth on the bus floor.

You softly curse, mouth agape. Your fingers find your bag, which has dropped unceremoniously to the sticky floor. That was quick. The bus doesn’t move. There isn’t any movement outside the bus, as far as you can tell. Instead, you hear chatter and confused mumbling from the other patrons on board, who lean and peer at something you can’t quite see.

But you feel it before you see it. A human body slams into the front window of the bus. One of the layers of glass completely shatters, sending shards of glass propelling towards you and the other passengers. 

You don’t get a chance to gasp before you are squished under the chest of the stranger beside you. His arms cover your back and you feel one of his hands on your head. You hear a thick heartbeat and a rumbling pair of lungs, and feel the warmth and softness of his black hoodie.

Seems like the weird stranger beside you had the same instincts as you; to protect people.

The bus rocks back and forth for a second, but once it has steadied, the stranger is gone. You see a flash of dark leather slip through the ajar bus door, and he is gone.

Holy shit. 

The body that landed on the front window of the bus is gone, a large indent of curved window glass in its place.

You hear screams, close ones and distant ones. To your left, the giraffe girl is tucked into the lap of her father, screaming in terror. You glance over at him, and he meets your gaze. Both of you, wide-eyed, communicate without words. We gotta get outta here. 

You reach out a hand to help him up, as he clutches his baby girl to his chest. A wave of patrons exit the bus. There’d probably be more injuries through the panic and distress of getting off the bus, if not for the complete shock that everyone is now in.

Your hands reach up to rub your face, and you quickly check yourself, then others around you, for injuries. Other than a light scare, and a few cuts and bruises, the bus of about 40 people seem to be mostly unscathed. You allow yourself a breath, and release a bit of fear.

Glass crunches underfoot, and patrons usher each-other through the doors. It’s like organised chaos. It’s Gotham, so as with every weird and horrifying event, there are naturally leaders and carers who always step up. Good people. Kind strangers whose motivation is just to get everyone home safe that day. The unsung civilian heroes of Gotham, along with the nurses and doctors, you think to yourself. 

As the last few people exit the bus, you stand, leaning a hand on the backrest of your bus seat. Giraffe-girl dropped her little giraffe toy in the chaos, and you slowly stooped down to pick it up.

Slowly picking shards of glass from the yellow and brown fur of the toy, you cautiously step towards the exit of the bus. Outside, there’s a fair amount of darkness, and you can hear distant gunshots and sounds of violence and chaos. 

Just before you reach the exit, the bus lurches violently once again, and as if possessed, you are tossed to the stick bus floor, landing amongst the glass shards. Crunch! Your thin jacket does nothing to stop the damage, and it’s like a thousand tiny knives have plunged themselves into your skin. You groan and cry out. Fuck!

The giraffe toy is still in your clutches, when you can feel the bus begin to lift into the air. It’s like that feeling of an elevator rising, you can just tell. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

You crawl and clamber to the door of the bus, clutching the sides and peering out below. You’ve been lifted barely six feet in the air, but you can’t see who’s doing the lifting. There’s a loud jarring scraping noise that comes from above you, and you glance upwards. It’s the roof of the bus, touching the concrete ceiling of the road tunnel above you. Metal pressing against concrete isn’t a wonderful sound, but at least you can’t go any higher.

But the crushing sound doesn’t stop, and the roof buckles. You are jolted around, as the bus begins to fold in on itself like paper. That’s when you cry out for help, as loud as you can.

“Hey! HEY! Stop! Please, somebody help!”. Your voice calls out, but there’s no immediate answer. “PLEASE, HELP!” You desperately cry out. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, and your head feels heavy with fear. Your eyes stretch wider than you thought was possible, and you begin breathing quick and shallow breaths.

Clutching at the sides of the bus door frame, you peer out below you. The gap between you and the ground is getting bigger and bigger. If you’re gonna jump, you’re gonna break your legs. But if you stay here, you’ll break… well, you’ll break your everything.

Fuck it.

With a panicked grunt, you launch yourself downwards… and lend somewhere soft. In someone’s arms. 

It’s the guy from before. Wait - no… is it? He looks older now. Grayer hair. More scars. And he looks at you with a grin and a glint in his eyes, almost like he recognises you. His red muzzle rests around his neck, low enough to show his black stubble.

That muzzle.. looks a lot like the one Red Hood wears....

He looks at you and smiles warmly. “Hey, honey!”.

A/N: AHHHH HE MAKES ME FEEEEEL. Hope you liked it? Also, reader kinda hinted at being neurodivergent, like myself, very forgetful and distractable and high energy.

Let me know if you have any feedback!

[almostwisegalaxy]

Deep Headcanon: Na Baek-jin as a Boyfrie

Na beak jin x GN!reader

"You taught me that love shouldn't save me. It should just let me be someone new. - Na Baek-jin

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A Tense Romance: The Awakening of Vulnerability

Na Baek-jin doesn't fall in love easily. He sees attachment as an exploitable weakness, a distraction from his objectives. But you are the exception he never anticipated.

You arrived as a quiet counterpoint to his coldness: neither dazzled by his charisma nor frightened by his methods. You answered him without trembling. On that day, you became a mystery greater than all the schemes he orchestrated.

Love, for Baek-jin, is never expressed in simple words. He has never said "I love you." He doesn't know how. But you hear it in:

"You came home late. You should avoid that alley."

"I've changed your access code. It's safer now."

"I looked into that professor who's treating you badly."

He speaks of love as one draws up war plans: coldly, strategically, never saying why he worries.

But you learn to translate.

Heavy Silences, Talkative Glances

Baek-jin is not a man of tender gestures. But when he looks at you, his gaze says what he cannot verbalize. In his eyes, there is an anxious obsession, a love that frightens him.

The rare times he touches you, it's calculated:

He silently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, as if to make sure you're real.

He lets his hand brush yours when no one is looking.

He places a coat over your shoulders, not because you're cold, but because he cannot bear for anything to touch you without his consent.

It is a silent love, yet almost violently intense.

The Forbidden Notebook

One day, you discover a hidden notebook in a locked drawer. It's a journal. Na Baek-jin writes in it what he will never say.

"Today, they smiled at someone else. My stomach tightened. Is this fear?"

"I almost told them I was afraid of losing them. But it would have sounded like a loss of power. So I said: 'Do what you want. It's none of my business.'"

You never speak to him about it. You protect this secret as he protects yours. But sometimes you leave a note between the pages, a silent answer to his inner war.

Love Through Chaos

He draws you into a world of power, manipulation, and contained violence. But he never directly exposes you. He places an invisible barrier between you and what he does. Yet you know. You know his world devours his soul, that he sacrifices his last illusions of goodness.

And sometimes, at night, he breaks. He sits beside you. He says nothing. But his hands tremble. You place your hand on his, and for once, he doesn't pull away.

"I don't know who I would be without what I do. But I know that if you are no longer here, I am nothing."

This is not a declaration. It is a raw plea.

Mending What's Broken

Love with Na Baek-jin isn't about flowers or perfect photos. It's a field of ruins where you choose to plant a flower.

It's the silence in an empty apartment, where he leaves you the key, but never explicit permission. You invite yourself in when he can't take it anymore. You don't ask questions. You let him breathe. You make rice, you open a window.

One day, you fall ill. And unexpectedly, he takes care of you. In an almost mechanical, clumsy, yet clinically precise way. You sense he's never done this before. But he reads, he learns, he makes lists.

"You need to drink every 2 hours. I set alarms. I avoided anti-inflammatories; they interfere with your medication."

You cry. And he doesn't understand why.

The Day He Was Afraid

That day, you disappeared for six hours. Your phone was off. He searched everywhere. He called every contact, every camera, every informant.

When you return, exhausted by a simple dead battery and a traffic jam, he has no words. But he pulls you close, hard, brutally.

"Don't ever do that again. You don't have the right to disappear. You're not just someone in my life. You are my only anchor."

It's the first time he cries. And you say nothing. You just rest your head against his shoulder. And you understand: he let you in. You are in his nervous system now.

Rage and Tenderness: The Living Paradox

Love with Na Baek-jin is brutal and tender. He knows no moderation. When he worries, he shouts. When he's scared, he turns cold. When he loves you, he trembles.

He loves you like one loves on the edge of a void. Like someone who has never known solid ground.

But he learns. With you. Every day. Slowly. In small doses.

He starts sending you messages with a ❤️ that he deletes and re-adds three times before pressing "send." He starts resting his head on your shoulder, in an almost childlike gesture. He learns to fall asleep without fearing abandonment upon waking.

The Seasons' Notebook

One day, you create a tradition: writing him a letter with each change of season. He never replies. But you continue.

One winter day, he hands you a notebook. It contains his replies. All of them.

Spring: "I never thought I could love someone as much as my ambition. You showed me that love doesn't erase strength; it redirects it."

Summer: "I watched you laugh today. I wanted time to stop. For the first time, I wished to live for someone other than myself."

You cry as you read. He pulls you into his arms. And for the first time, he tells you:

"You are the only thing in this world I don't want to control. Just keep."

An Uncertain Future, But Together

Na Baek-jin doesn't believe in tomorrow. He lives by the logic of the present: control, survive, defend.

But sometimes, he watches you sleep, and he dares. He allows himself to dream.

He imagines an apartment where you don't have to hide. A café he would open, far from schemes and fists. A dog. Maybe a child. Normal evenings.

He doesn't believe it yet. But he confesses it to you one evening, whispering against your neck:

"I never thought I'd live to be old. But if I have to... I'd want it to be with you."

And that's what love with Baek-jin is.

It's not clean. It's not easy. But it's true.

It's the kind of love that hurts, that heals, that sometimes destroys, but if it survives, it becomes indestructible.

Because he loves you with all that he is—even what he hates about himself.

And one day, he finally understands that he might deserve to be loved in return.

Not despite all of it.

But because of all of it.

Love as Healing

Na Baek-jin remains a man of contradictions. He controls, he tests, he doubts. But he loves. Intensely. As if you were the last purity he deserves.

He respects you. Not just your body, but your ideas, your freedom, your right to question him. He relearns how to live. He deconstructs what he was taught: that love is weakness, that the world is a power game.

With you, he learns that intimacy is not a danger but a liberation. That saying "I'm tired" doesn't mean "I lose" but "I rest in your arms."

Love, Baek-jin Style

Loving Baek-jin isn't living an ideal romance. It's being loved by someone who knows the taste of blood, but who chooses to lay down his weapons before you.

It's seeing a boy everyone believes invincible wake up with a start at night and whisper: "Are you here?"

It's learning to decipher silence, to read between the lines of a gaze, to understand that a "Be careful" said while looking away means: "Come back alive to me; I wouldn't survive your loss."

It's living a love that doesn't try to be perfect, but chooses to be true.

It's loving a boy who has done terrible things, but who, with you, learns to be gentle without feeling weak.

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°Moments when he says I love you without words

The First Time He Fought for You

It was an alley. You weren't supposed to be there. Not supposed to see what you saw.

They surrounded you — not to truly hurt you, but to test. To hurt him, indirectly.

And when he arrived, he didn't even look at you at first.

He just stood in front of you, back straight, fists clenched.

He didn't yell. He didn't threaten.

He destroyed them. Methodically. Without a word.

And when it was all over, his knuckles bleeding, breathing heavily, he turned to you.

Not to reassure you.

He just whispered:

> "I told you not to linger here."

But his hands were trembling.

And you understood: it wasn't anger. It was fear. A panic-stricken fear of losing you.

The Night He Allowed Himself to Cry

You came to his place unannounced.

You found him sitting on the floor, leaning against the bathroom door, soaked in sweat and cold water.

He'd been fighting. Again. Not to survive this time — just because he didn't know what else to do to exist.

You didn't ask him any questions.

You sat across from him, knees touching knees.

And there, in the cold light, he lowered his head. He murmured:

> "I don't know how else to be. I've tried. But I always fall back."

> "You don't deserve someone like me."

And without you responding, he cried. Not loud sobs. Silent tears, full of humiliation and love intertwined.

You reached out your hand. He took it. It was the first time.

The Night He Whispered "Stay"

You were ready to leave. Another argument. Too much tension. Too many walls.

You had gotten out of bed, silently, in the dark.

And as you gathered your bag, you heard his voice. Deep, cracked. So human.

> "Stay."

One word. Just one.

Not a plea. Not an apology. A confession.

You stopped.

He sat up, still wrapped in the sheets, hair messy, gaze burning. He didn't move, but his whole body seemed to reach out to you.

> "I don't want you to leave... even if I don't have the words to tell you properly."

> "But if you leave... I know I won't recover from that."

You stayed.

Not because he begged you. But because it was true.

The Day He Had a Nightmare and Sought You Like a Child

He had always slept alone. Even with you beside him, there was a tension in his muscles that never truly left.

But one night, he screamed in his sleep.

A hoarse, deep cry. The kind that seems to well up from childhood, from unspoken traumas.

You woke him. He was sweating, eyes wild, hands clutching the sheet.

He looked at you as if he'd forgotten you truly existed.

And then he reached out.

Not like a lover. Like a ten-year-old boy who doesn't want to sleep alone in the dark anymore.

You came close to him. He hugged you so tightly you gasped for breath.

And in the crook of your neck, he whispered, almost inaudibly:

> "I dreamed you were leaving, and I couldn't catch you."

> "Even my legs wouldn't respond."

The Day He Said "I Love You" Without Saying It

He will never say those words in a classic way.

But one evening, as you watched the rain fall against the windows, he entered the room.

He sat beside you, rested his head on your shoulder, and remained there motionless for long minutes.

Then, as if speaking to the rain:

> "Before you, I never wanted to go home."

> "Now, it's the only place I want to go."

You said nothing. You simply placed your hand on his.

And he kept it there.

The Day He Entrusted You With His Future

It was mundane. A subway station. A moment between two obligations.

You were talking about plans. About the future. Simple dreams: a dog, a car, a normal job.

He smiled. Rare. Almost sad.

And then, without looking at you, he said:

> "Do you think a guy like me can have all that?"

> "Not now. But one day. With you."

And that day, for the first time, he allowed himself to hope.

Not in silence.

Out loud. With you.

The Moment He Defended You... From Yourself

You were devaluing yourself. Again.

You laughed, saying you weren't good enough, that you didn't understand why he stayed.

He froze.

Then he stood up, approached slowly, and looked you straight in the eyes.

> "Don't you ever say that again."

> "You are the only clean thing in my life. And I swear, I will destroy anyone who makes you believe you're worthless—including you."

You felt like crying.

Not because he was yelling. But because it was true. Raw. Protective. Na Baek-jin, in all his rage to love.

And That Silence...

The most intense?

It's not a scene. Not a declaration.

It's that moment, where you're sitting next to each other, saying nothing.

He looks at your hands. You look at the scar on his chin.

And in that silence, you feel everything he will never be able to express.

> That he loves you like a survivor loves the morning light.

> That he's afraid, every day, of losing you.

> And that he's ready to become a new man—not for you.

But because, thanks to you, he discovered he was capable of it.

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Conclusion:

Na Baek-jin as a boyfriend is not an easy romance. It's a story of healing, of balance between control and surrender, between strategy and sincerity.

But if you hold on, if you understand his language, if you respect his silences, then you become more than a love for him: you become a refuge. And he will be willing to do anything to protect it.

Na Baek-jin never learned to love. But with you, he creates a new code. A love that is at once raw, honest, and indestructible.

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Other weak hero class fanfictions here

Yeah. My man (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

@mariii-0001 @mizxuqii @iiwsmr @emswirls

[masteri-0]

You know, something's always confused me in the early chapters of tcf. In chapter 33, when Cale was making a vow of death with Choi Han, he mentioned,

“I have no desire to become my family’s successor. Basen Henituse, my blood-related younger brother. I am hoping for him to become the successor.”

And we all know that's not true. The part about Basen being his blood-related younger brother. (At least, as far as ik? There wasn't a sudden reveal that they were actually blood related in p2, right? Right??)

And it's such an unnecessary detail to add, too, specifying blood-related? It really felt like he was testing something. Now, I could be looking too much into it... But. Cale Henituse vowed to speak the truth to Choi Han.

"I, Cale Henituse, vow to speak the truth to Choi Han in front of the God of Eternal Rest, and, if what I say is even slightly a lie, I will immediately die in this spot to pay the price."

It very likely refers to what he believes is the truth. And the thing is, yeah you could've brushed it off as him believing that Basen really is related to him, and therefore didn't register as false or incur a penalty. But this is Cale we're talking about?? You can't tell me he didn't at least suspect something???

Like sure, maybe he didn't realise the timeline in which Jour died and Deruth married Violan before he went to make the vow. But with the measly age gap of Basen and Cale, it would either have to mean that a) Jour died when Cale was really young (like baby age) and Deruth remarried quickly, or b) Deruth cheated on Jour. Both of which makes little sense if you consider a) the tense relationship between Cale and his stepfamily and b) Cale's attitude towards Deruth. (Also the novel's uncanny details on Cale)

And, okay, maybe I'm overthinking this, and the author just made a mistake in that part.

BUT ALSO. Later on we learn about Kim Rok Soo's curse. The curse that rubbed off on him from the White Star. It was also made through a vow of death, and he had to live with it taking away everything he ever cared about. But we can clearly see that he still managed to form connections, until they eventually left, too. So it can be circumvented somewhat, if only due to it being a weaker version.

And I (and likely the rest of the fandom) headcanon that KRS's fervent denial and unreliable narration in acknowledging his care for ppl likely stems from the curse. If you believe you don't care for them, then they won't leave. He's a smart kid, he would've realised the pattern.

So stay with me here, Cale/KRS obviously wouldn't know he had a curse or that it was connected to the VoD at that point in time. But he could've been subtly testing the efficacy of the vow?! Like, even this theory is iffy, considering, would he really do something so risky off the bat? I don't rlly see what he would've had to gain from it, but it's the best I've come up with. He makes himself believe, with reasonable justifications, that Basen is related to him, tests out the vow, and he doesn't drop dead straight away.

Well if anything, it felt like a good little tidbit of foreshadowing, unintentional as it may be. Also quoting those bits made me realise that he really did accept his identity as Cale Henituse really fast, and acknowledged Basen as his actual younger brother too. Nice!

And if it turns out Basen is actually revealed to be blood-related to him, well. Honestly nah I can't see it. But what if..? Atp I can't discount anything...

[maoisarap]

hey. enstarries? more so specifically: enstarries who are selfshippers/yume's/riako's/ficto's/oc×canon/etcetera? i have something for thee under the cut if you like creating things. i think we deserve this, in this fandom right now. <3

please spread the word to other enstarries who selfships and co.!

(sorry non-enstarries. sjsjs my mind can only think of stuff to do with this franchise because it has such a tight hold on me (blame mao)!)

(#) Enstars Selfship Week 2025

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CREATE:

art!

edits!

short stories/oneshots/drabbles!

headcanons!

moodboards/stimboards!

collages (like the messy sticker ones)!

ETCETERA!

go hecking wild with your creativity, you beautiful people!! we need this week of love!

RULES:

– the dates are from the 15th of june to the 22nd of june! (yes, upto subaru's birthday because he is the literal face of this franchise.)

– this is for any and all f/o's as long as they're a part of the ensemble stars!! cast! romantic, platonic, familial and etcetera! ~including polyam and groups~!

– please don't stress yourselves with any of these ideas if you are struggling. you're allowed to skip a day and come back to the said day you're struggling with at any time.

– if you feel as though you can't follow the days that the week is set in, then take your time!! your health matters more!

– no sending negativity towards other selfshippers and co. in this! we support each other no matter the creation we come up with and who we ship with! (please, support more than just fanart. i mean it...) if you're a double, then block and ignore!

– you can make these for yourself and/or for other enstarries you know who selfship and co.!

– JUST HAVE FUN, YOU DUMDUMS!! (i love you. you are not a dummy. <3)

HERE'S THE WEEK:

Day 1 | Uniform Steals! – you steal your enstars f/o('s) outfit! can be the ordinary unit outfit, the es idol outfit, an exclusive outfit, or even the series (on globalstars) or anniversary outfits, as long as your guy(s/girlie) owns it, you take it! or~ you can do vice versa: have your f/o steal YOUR outfit!

Day 2 | Shine on the Stage! – doesn't matter if you're a producer or just an ordinary person around ensemble square, you're being invited onto the stage with your enstars f/o's to sing! or~ if not a stage, then you're singing with your f/o's in the dorms common area with whoever you like to be in the crowd!

Day 3 | Tour Day! – this one is a bit~ of a wild card. what are you and your f/o's like when going on tour for their or your song lives/"concerts" either around the country or across the globe? are you exploring new foods? tirelessly getting ready for a live? perhaps you're both/all trying to figure out what it's like to be in a tour bus for a certain amount of days, how small or big is the bus and who gets which bunk of the bunk beds?

Day 4 | Dorm Situations! – what is life like in the dorms for you both/all? are you chaotic and loud? or quiet and peaceful? has something gone wrong in the dorms and it's upto you two/lot to fix it? let's find out!

Day 5 | 「Focus!」 | it's photoshoot time! are you taking it in the usual room where these photos are taken, or are you out and about with your f/o's having it all done? what outfits are either of you wearing? or are you or your f/o's the one taking the photos~! and is there a reason behind the photos, or is it just the usual idol work business?

Day 6 | BREAKTHROUGH! | it's time for a break away from ensemble square, and you're both/all taking a day or few off from work and getting away from the area for a while. where are you going? home? to a park? anywhere! show what life is like outside of the idol/producer and etcetera area!

Day 7 | Nui Noon! – what if in ensemble square, there's a shop in the town area where you can go and request the people who own the shop to make nuis/teddies of anyone you like, and you and your f/o's go in there to ask for a nui of each other/all one another to each of your fittings? make it as silly or as adorable as you like~

[partyplatter]

Domestic Chloe Frazer

( chloe x f! reader)

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a/n: it's pride month and i love chloe sooo here we are! this is a companion piece to @nathandrakeisabottom and @durrtydawg with their own domestic headcanons for the drake brothers — please give them a read if you haven't already! this was made with post lost legacy! chloe in mind so if she's a little ooc, that's my bad. if this does well, i'll think of making one for nadine also because she too is my wife. no proof reading, we die like asav.

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Chloe takes so many photos of you. If there's an opportunity, whether you're on a trip or the lighting hits you just right, she's whipping out her phone and taking one of the best photos you've ever seen. Seriously, she could be a professional photographer.

When her phone is left unattended, you go into the camera app and take silly photos of yourself and then place it back down like nothing happened. So, when she looks at her photos again, she can't help the smile making its way on her face. real cute.

Her screensaver is in fact a picture of you and her on one of your outings. god, you both look so happy. She looks so happy. Who would've thought that this life fit her well?

You two live in a lovely apartment together. You have your shared bedroom, an office for Chloe, a room where Chloe (and you) can do her yoga and meditations, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining table fit for two people.

Children aren't something neither of you want at the moment. But fur babies are on the table.

You two get a cat. Maybe even a dog. Maybe even at the same time. She lets you name them, but she'll give them nicknames and it's just the cutest thing ever.

Yoga mornings!! Chloe is your workout buddy through and through. She teaches you some basic yoga poses, encouraging you when one pose is a bit more tough than another one. Zero judgement from her.

she'll even correct your posture if you allow her and it never NOT makes you feel all warm inside—

"Just like this, darling… there you go. I knew you could do it."

Lazy mornings with her are the best. You love how peaceful she looks in her sleep, so content to be able to wake up to this sight nearly every day. Your staring always goes noticed though because a smile will always show up on Chloe's face.

"I can feel your eyes on me, love." "Can I not stare at my beautiful girlfriend that I love oh so much?"

You proceed to give pepper her face with kisses, the final one being on her lips. God You Love Her So Much!!!

You two switch between Big Spoon and Little Spoon. Chloe can be primarily the big spoon, but I strongly believe she wants to be held just as much. Please hold her and run your fingers through her hair.

Will absentmindedly braid strands of your hair. If you don't have any hair on your noggin, she'll go back-to-back with you, let her ponytail out, and make it seem like you now have luscious black locks.

Self-Care Evenings!! The two of you always do a facial at least once every couple week together. She'll share her tips with you on how she maintains her hygiene and vice versa. Seriously drop that hair routine, Chloe.

Sometimes you use her bodywash or shampoo, especially if she's away on a job. You just love how she smells. She smells like jasmine and green undertones.

One time when you got out of the shower and went into bed for the night, Chloe catches a whiff of you and gives you a knowing smirk. Oh, mama.

Occasional dance parties. Like, if you're doing chores and the radio plays one of your two's favorite songs, you're pulling the other in and putting on the best performance the unwashed dishes have ever seen.

Shopping dates. Even if it's for groceries and the basics, you two are always hand in hand. Some days, you even go to the farmer's market together. I strongly believe Chloe would love a farmer's market.

With handholding in mind, I don't think she goes heavy with PDA but if you're into it, she'll oblige. This doesn't mean she hates it. But if someone is getting a little too friendly with you, she'll put a hand on your hip and pull you in close to her side, rubbing circles into your side as she gives whoever that charming smile of hers. A silent way of saying "You're far out of her league, mate."

You two get a jewelry making kit and the both of you make bracelets for the other to wear. It never comes off either of you or if it does, it's with great hesitance.

Many yap sessions between the two of you. Hearing one another talk is just the best thing. Especially when you're resting your head on Chloe's lap and she plays with your hair, nails scrapping along your scalp just right that it nearly makes you fall asleep.

Chloe gets a little bashful whenever you play with her scars. You look at them with such childlike wonder that it makes her feel like you're the one who found the greatest treasure.

ALL THE NICKNAMES. Darling, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Hon, My Treasure, Sunshine, whatever gets you smiling like an idiot, she will call you it!

If you call her a pet name right back, she'll let out a chuckle but trust me when I say that her heart throbs. Sometimes she just wants to eat you up from how adorable you are.

And she will eat you up. that tongue of hers is no joke. and then when she comes back up with your juices coating her mouth with that smile of hers, you almost die right then and there.

She's a lot softer in bed. As in, she wants you to know that even if she has you choking on her strap, she lets you know that she utterly adores you.

"What a beaut… you make me the happiest girl in the world; you know that right?"

Aftercare with Chloe is always a must. She makes sure you're alright before cleaning up. If you need water, she'll get it for you. A snack? You got it. Just five more minutes of cuddling? Anything for you.

The Queen of Flavors. The first time you ate a meal she made; you dramatically deleted your food delivery apps. The flavors… they melt on your tongue. She knows exactly how much spice is needed, if something is too runny or just right, she is very proud of her craft. Her food has SOUL!!!!!! you will never go hungry again.

If you ever surprise her with a romantic dinner, she'll think about proposing right then and there. It doesn't even matter if you're a shit cook or not, the gesture alone is enough to make her feel special.

Chloe never thought she would settle down, too busy running. But now, she's tired of running. She's happy staying right next to you.

closing notes: welp, here it is! i hope the chloe lovers liked this. finished this in one night so HOPEFULLY it's decent!

[ehh-is-the-name]

you know what, idc what the poll says.

In my heart of hearts, s1 Mephone4 picked up the "unknown gender freak" line from Cobs just like he did with the "get set, on your mark, go" one.

Cobs may respect your pronouns now, but in 2011..? Hell, before that??? I don't wanna say it, but I know what I know.

[gabe-dasha]

Headcanon:

Yes, I know Holmes' actual age is probably specified somewhere, however

In "Study in scarlet", when he and Watson first meet, Holmes is described as a student. Therefore I find this Skinny, Little, Photogenic, Sleep Deprived, Running On Coffe And Crime Stories, Missing Member Of One Direction Motherfucker™️ very canon

Just imagine

Doctor John Watson, years in college in order to become a doctor, probably some more years of working experience at Bart's, drafted into the army, traumatised, exhausted and worn off by life, most likely thinking he's way past his prime, coming back to London, looking for a flat and a quiet life

Meeting this hyperactive kid

This is how I am going through the og canon books. With this image in my head. And there is nothing you can do to change my mind.

[laughroditee]

Pretty positive that Kyle Garrick has the most secure attachment style out of anyone on the 141, proving that he is by far the best boyfriend material.

[moldy-flowers]

I've been hyperfixated on Sasuke for TWO years and that's too long.

Look, I love Sasuke. He's a cute lil emo guy. But he's stolen my music from me. I cant listen to songs anymore if they don't relate to him. And if they don't then I force au's on him.

Like, I'm sure you are the best American girl Sasuke, but can I listen to Mitski in peace, please??

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[caelcstis]

elliot v likely rides horses in his modern timelines, his family breeds horses even, quarter horses and thoroughbreds are the breeds he's most familiar due to the breeding his family does.

he's taken more of a pause on his riding and shows due to school, but he still likes to get on when he does visit home, visit the mares and maidens if there's any new foals he missed out on while he was in school. his two specific horses that he has a connection with is a black thoroughbred stallion and his grey quarter horse mare.

they aren't something he really talks about when he's at school bc owning horses is an expensive hobby and for the most part, that is what it is to him right now. not everyone can relate to it, so he doesn't really find a need to speak about it unless someone's actually interested.

[firstroseofspring]

thinking pondering to me john torres is like. what if u met a woman. with confidence and dignity and a strong moral backbone. you meet and she makes a distinct impression with her honesty and her frankness and she seems like she's always sure of what she wants and what she needs and she's so different from anyone else you know and thats exciting and she's exciting and she likes you specifically you. and you don't think much of you but it feels good to be liked by someone like that. you love her of course. you marry her. of course!

[deceitfulmorals]

Misc. tag drop.

⋆Pixie Prince; Future Sadistic Ruler. - headcanon/aes

⋆Do you even see what you do to me? - Sanderson/Cosmo♡

⋆Allow me to be your escape; take you away from all of this - Anti-Cosmo/Wanda♡

⋆Can't believe you've got me still thinking about you- Anti-Cosmo/Cosmo♡

⋆I actually fully despise you. For everything. - Sanderson & Wanda

⋆You are my sunshine; my only sunshine - Leo/Mikey♡

⋆Together's where we both belong - Leo/Bishop♡

⋆No matter what the cost. Every time. - Leo/Raph♡

[tvrningout-a]

i need y'all to know that cyrillo knows rin bc she was hired to steal from him, and he's one of the only people who has ever caught her in the act asdfh and not bc of any skill!! cyrillo's smart and observant, but he's not a trained rogue. dude is a mage and waaaay too busy to notice every little detail. he's got people for that uvu

but that's not how he caught rin. he caught rin by talking to her. she was on her way to his office to steal some contract a businessman made with him concerning something or other when cyrillo approached her, looking much too handsome and much too curious for her liking. the little event he had welcomed all sorts of people that night, so it really did feel like fate working against her -- why would he approach her, of all his guests? some random elf?

he liked her laugh :' ) that's the reason :' ) at the beginning of the evening, cyrillo heard her laugh by pure chance as she spoke to one of her men; the way she threw her head back, laughed without holding back, and the way her eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as she clapped a hand on her companion's shoulder grabbed cyrillo's attention completely. and as he continued to watch her, he decided he'd like to know her. she seemed like fun, and he needed a little of that. work was... taxing lately.

so fast forward to their conversation and rin, very begrudgingly, decides she doesn't particularly wanna steal from cyrillo. he's not some stuck up rich guy who deserves a little inconvenience. very unfortunately for rin, he's a nice guy. he's a nice guy acting in the best interests of his people. and he doesn't even!! try to lie to her once!! is totally honest as she pries into his business bc oh my gosh he doesn't have anything to hide.

well, she's sure he has something, but still. how's she supposed to steal from him now?? when she's starting to like the guy?? this is why she doesn't ever meet the people she steals from >:(

so what does rin do? she sighs very deeply and goes " listen, i was gonna steal from you bc i was hired to, but i'm not gonna anymore. you're too nice. you want me to steal for you instead?? " and cyrillo laughs so hard he's got tears in his eyes asdfg he's not even mad :' )) just really amused and tells her nah, no stealing, but how about a little spying? and thus begins a very lovely partnership that's more like a friendship ( rin just won't admit it bc then she couldn't accept payment from him anymore asdfg )

[itsbrucey]

Drawing Glenn is tearing me apart bc Yes. Freddie/Glenn reference Glenn having abs. but also I remember like Freddie ONCE mentioning that Glenn has a dad bod and that's my canon SORRY GUYS