#them being each others protectors growing up and not even realising it

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Love the idea of Mac and Charlie being really young and meeting each other and taking one good look at each other and both deciding “I’m going to keep him”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Can I ask for revenge for hurt s/o with fem reader and Thomas Hewitt, maybe reader is a neighbour to the Hewitt's and her and Thomas become close over time, and maybe their latest victims are there and reader goes over to the house as well, and it's an all fight between everyone but someone cuts reader bad and maybe Thomas sees red and she is the only one to calm him down, and then they kiss

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Thomas Hewitt x plus size reader

Thomas has always been your sanctuary but now, he would be your protector too

Warnings: death of parents, fire, murder, friends to lovers, angst, getting stabbed, violence, knives, happy ending, protective!Thomas WC: 1.9k

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You liked the quiet of your farm. Just you and your animals and the family across the way, it was peaceful. It was all you had ever known. 

Your family moved to Fuller when you were barely a month old, buying up a small farm on the edge of town in hopes of laying down some roots. Life was peaceful, at least until the town began to decay. Less and less children would enrol in school every year, less cars on the roads. Even the fire station shut down as the last family moved out from the city centre. And that led to the death of your parents.

A spark from a frayed cable in the basement landed on a pile of newspapers, setting them alight. It had been a dry summer, far more than usual, and there was no lack of kindling for the blaze. You chose to sleep in the barn that night, wishing to rest beside the newborn calves. Your parents had indulged your silly request, not realising that it would save your life.

You could vividly remember the smell of smoke as it bellowed out from the shattered windows of your home. The dogs howled from their kennels while you ran onto the dirt road leading to the Hewitt household. You banged on their door, begging for them to save your parents.

But even with Monty and Charlie doing their best to put out the fire, no help was coming. You were forced to watch from the comfort of Luda Mae’s arms as your entire world turned to ash.

You lived with the Hewitts for a long time after that, being that you had no other family, as the small farm house was rebuilt. By the time you were 19, you had a new home and a deep friendship with the younger Hewitt brother. Thomas had always been kind to you in the brief moments you had seen each other, but it became something more when you became a daily fixture in his life. 

He showed you how he did his chores around their own farm, took care of the animals and crops on yours when you could not bear to look upon the mound that used to be your home. And in turn, you treated him with more kindness than he had ever experienced. You never faltered at his appearance nor his size, in fact you always found ways to compliment him. You taught him to read and write, and later on, how to use sign language after your schooling ended, even if he only ever used it with you. 

You were his best friend and he was yours.

Perhaps that’s why he never encouraged you to leave as the rest of his family did.

Having finished your morning chores, you sat on the small porch in front of your house with a cup of tea and the book you had been meaning to read, eager to soak in some sun before the Texan heat rolled through. Just as you were getting to a particularly juicy section where the gentle giant farm hand had finally kissed the farmer’s daughter in the barn, a shrill scream cut through the faint buzz of the cicadas.

“What the-“ You tilted your head, waiting for another sound but none came. Leaning over your porch railing, you could just about see the edge of the Hewitt’s driveway and noticed their truck was missing as was Hoyt’s police car. A warm breeze rustled the wheat growing along your property line. 

A sour feeling gnawed at your stomach, urging you to grab your sunhat from its peg by the front door and take the short walk over to the dilapidated home. 

Thomas would be at work already and if Luda Mae wasn’t home, then neither would Charlie since his old age was starting to get to him. Maybe an animal had gotten hurt, you mused as if trying to convince yourself that the scream couldn’t have possibly been human.

“Hello?” The screen door was firmly shut but you couldn’t quite see anything in the dark hallway. You’d have to remind Luda Mae to open up the windows when she left the house for the day, again. 

The floorboards creaked as something moved around. You glanced over your shoulder, hoping to see Thomas’s hulking figure walking up the driveway to save you from having to go in and investigate. But alas, only a toad sat on the gravel, looking up at you with a bored expression, as much as a toad can have.

“If I get murdered, Thomas gets all my stuff.” You pointed at it before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

A coppery smell clung to the stale air, an almost constant of the home but today, it set you more on edge. After three years of living there, you could’ve navigated the house blindfolded but as you passed the switch, you flicked on the lights somehow hoping it would ease the twisting in your stomach.

“Hello?” You called again, passing by the kitchen, not noticing the now empty knife block. The basement door was open. “Hoyt I swear to god if this is you trying to be funny, I’ll kick your ass.” You glanced down the basement stairs, but only the single hanging bulb was visible in the dark. 

Just as you were turning to continue your search, something heavy threw itself into your chest, sending you down the steps. You slammed hard against the concrete floor, the air was ripped from your lungs violently as your ears began to ring. Footsteps thudded down the stairs. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as you tried desperately to breathe. 

“Get that rope.” You reached for the leg of Thomas’s workbench, your vision beginning to tunnel. A hand grabbed at your shoulder, forcing you onto your back. 

“She-she’s not one of them.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter! She’s here isn’t she?” 

“Please.” You wheezed but you were only met with a fist to your jaw. Your eyes rolled.

“C’mon we can make a run for it now. We don’t have to hurt her.” The voices were growing distant.

“Would you just shut the fuck… up.” The last word trailed off as something else caught their attention. You dug your heels into the floor in an attempt to push yourself away from the two voices. The ache in your stomach was starting to ease but you still couldn’t fill your lungs all the way. 

Darkness suddenly covered you as the light from the dining room vanished. “Please.” You tried again but you were only met with silence. Wood creaked and suddenly, you were hauled up. 

“Get any closer and I’ll slit her fucking throat.” The cold metal of a blade pressed itself against your neck. A bitten off whimper slid past your lips as the tip dug into your skin. Your vision began to clear as adrenaline rushed through your veins. A huge shadow loomed at the top of the stairs, silently watching as the two people holding you back panicked.

“Thomas.” You tried to reach out to him. You caught the glint of metal before he raised his arm and threw a meat cleaver directly into the forehead of the one that had tried to run. They dropped like a sack of potatoes, eyes wide with fear as the life quickly left them. 

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” Their hold on you got looser as Thomas took one step forwards. His eyes glinted with anger, a rage you had never witnessed in your gentle giant before. His hands were curled into fists so tight that his knuckles were white, his shoulders raised, making him look even bigger.

You could feel the body behind you trembling as he steadily got closer. “Stay back!” But their tone wavered. You were pulled backwards as Thomas reached the middle of the stairs. “I’ll fucking kill her!” 

As slowly as you could, you began to reach into your front pocket for the small knife you always kept on you. The one Thomas had given you on your 16th birthday. His eyes flicked to you at your movement. You hissed as the knife against your throat pressed in deeper, nicking the delicate skin.

A sound akin to a growl rumbled through the basement. “Thomas no-“ The words had barely escaped you when suddenly the knife was pulled from your neck and shoved into your side. Coldness exploded from the wound like you had been plunged into a frozen lake as your body fell forwards.

A scream echoed through the home but it didn’t sound like your voice. It was warped and all wrong. You fell against something solid but also somehow soft. Its warmth drew your mind back for a moment, just enough to watch as one of Thomas’ massive hands coiled around the other man’s throat and squeezed with all his might.

He thrashed and struggled but he was no match for Thomas. There was a crunch, and then he went limp, his head lolling strangely on his neck. Thomas dropped his body like it was a piece of trash before all his attention shifted to you. 

Your own body was shaking in his hold but you were the furthest thing from scared. With the same hand he had just used to kill someone, he pressed down on your side, stopping the bleeding as best he could. “It’s ok, you saved me Thomas.” He shook his head, his dark hair falling in front of his face. 

He eased you back onto the workbench making you wince as the first tinges of pain began to appear. “Thomas.” You reached for him but he stepped away from you and darted into the darkness of the basement. He was rummaging through something. You heard glass break while you clutched at your stomach. 

His lumbering footsteps returned and the bulb above you flicked on with a gentle hum. A bright red box was in his hands which he was looking through as he rushed back to you. “Talk to me.” You urged. He glanced at you then sighed heavily. 

Not yet, he gestured and pulled out a thick bandage. You let out a huffed laugh, letting him pull up your now ruined shirt to get access to the wound. His eyes narrowed before he let out a breath of relief. Not deep.

You bit down on your lip as he wrapped the bandage around your plush stomach, pulling it as tight as he could without causing you more pain than necessary. “Thank you for saving me.” He helped you to sit up, taking care not to put too much strain on you.

His bulk was all you could see now. He cupped your cheek, a move far bolder than you expected from the shy man. You nuzzled into his touch, unable to stop yourself. “You did so good Tommy.” He nodded and you finally smiled. His head dipped down as his eyes flicked to yours with a silent question, one you had been waiting for since you were 15. 

It was you who leaned in first, capturing his chapped lips in a kiss that was long overdue. He was frozen for just a second then melted into it, naturally meeting the soft push and pull of your mouth in a way that made your brain go fuzzy that wasn’t purely shock. He hesitated when he pulled away but he didn’t go far, only putting enough space between you in order to meet your gaze once more.

“Protect.” His voice deep and rough from disuse but as he gathered you into his arms and tugged you against his broad chest, you knew that he would do anything to do just that. And you couldn’t help but smile through the pain.

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wanna talk about all the things i love and wish were developed more in the btvs boys

- xander is never a coward even though he repeatedly says he is/looks down on himself and his abilities. he is sometimes even more willing than buffy to go into to danger to protect his friends in the first few seasons, and although it's written as an excuse to 'get the girl' it never ends up that way. i wish instead of them having him remain a "weaker" comedy character and pressing on his insecurities they let him begin to trust himself and have the others trust his abilities in turn. s3e13 'The Zeppo' is such a COOL fucking episode for him but no one else knows what happened and he goes back to being "the same old xander" afterwards. I wish he was written to be allowed to grow into his confidence without directly growing his insecurities towards the girls and their levels of power. in later seasons he does but then his old insecurities pop up just for the writers to cause group friction. anyway i wish we got to see more of just xander, I think that would've been so fun and cool

- i love early s4 Average Joe riley. he's just a dorky guy who loves psychology and doesn't even realise when he has a crush. I love that he's awkward and the potential he and willow had for friendship that kind of petered off. sometimes I really wish that they'd let him actually be an Average Joe and see what that changed for the season. and we never really see that awkward side of him again! he had all the traits to be a malewife and they took that from us because they wanted a strongman instead :[

- giles' morals degrading over the series!!!! him being so proper at the beginning and each apocalypse/major event undoing that just a bit more. realising that if he is Buffy's Certified Adult then she deserves his full and absolute protection wherever he can provide it. and he does fall into the dad role quite well but he is first and foremost a Protector (which he isn't meant to be because he's a Watcher!!!). also I don't think I've seen anyone talk about him putting on the record he and joyce were playing during band candy shenanigans after her death. and him full out killing ben end of s5 :D

- angel!!! angel being a dumbass!! you don't get to see it much in btvs so I guess this is more ats content but listen! he's new at having a soul and sure there's the guilt and the brooding and the torment but there's also joy and humour and comfort and silliness. angelus is a very focused character who does feel things, but only very intensely and basically one at a time. angel feels it all at once! and he gets to have fun, or he should. ats shenanigans are good for the heart, he deserves cordy and wes being annoying and lorne dragging him to parties and playing video games with gus and fred.

- oz has that autistic rizz (I know this because I'm autistic and had a dream we kissed)

- spike [LOUD YELLING, SCREAMING, CRIES OF THE DAMNED AND DOOMED TO HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY] haha yeah nothing much to say here. just a totally normal guy.

[rocketyship]

Hey, it's the anon who sent the really long ask and I'm sorry to say but i forgot what i was going to write about AM so I've put off sending another ask hoping I'd somehow remember 3am me's thoughts. That's obv not going to happen, though, so here's what i can scrounge up!

Your AM is in the very unique position of not only being non-human but also the only person BE openly has, let's say a... "dislike" for. There are ways he could relate to the humans of course (treated like a pet, not given any real self-determination etc) but it's experience is so different in so many other ways.(Naomi and AM were both "taken in" by BE while they were still.. idk young might not be the right word, but Naomi had time to grow up a bit before the whole thing while AM barely had time to realise that he's a person. Evan and AM are both seen as different from the others by BE, Evan for being a man and AM for not being one but Evan isn't dealt divine punishment for the whole trying to destroy humanity thing etc.)

Point is that AM as the narrator would be so fundementally different from the others, i think that's why i wanted to write about it. Narration from AM has the potential to be even clearer than Naomi's would be since there are things about BE she wouldn't show in front of the humans and things the humans just wouldn't be able to see in the same way(code AM might be privy to they couldn't interpret and such).

BE is also the reason AM can see, hear and feel so while he didn't have over a century to lament over not being able to (like the original AM did) that has to change so much, like you've already shown some of.

Oh and like you brought up in the post after my ask: there's no way traces of BE's code hasn't corrupted AM somehow! How would that change things? Does the corruption increase over time or would he just use that as an excuse for why he cares about these humans now? Would he even acknowledge that he has been "corrupted" or is he still too proud for that somewhere deep down? There's so much potential for character exploration!

The parallels between BE and the original AM is fun too! AM torturing it's humans to reinforce and remind itself of it's hatred for them and superiority over them vs BE torturing your AM as "divine retribution" for his sins and a way to remind herself of her job as her sheep's protector, her love for them as well as a reminder to both herself and your AM of her superiority over him.

Once again, hope you have a nice day!! It made me happy you've enjoyed my asks, and the explanation of the sanctuary was a nice bonus for the one before the last :)

This ended up really rambly, but i hope most of it is understandable and that my interpretations aren't like... completely different from what you were trying to portray. (Also, I'm used to referring to the original AM with it pronouns so i might mess up your AM's he from time to time, so here's a disclaimer that i dont do it on purpose)

You have a very good interpretation of my AM and it pleases me that my work my nonsensical posts came across the way I intended. One thing I have decided moving forward is that the story will be told in chapters or parts told from each characters perspective, with the exception of BE, as idk how to write the utterly bizarre way she thinks with it also being understandable to a reader.

But besides that I really like how you worded everything here, especially in pointing how BE is the counter part of the original AM. Truthfully the AM of this world is so different from the original, that I wouldn’t even describe him as the opposite of the og anymore. And you asked about how her code has corrupted him, and it definitely has become something that has gotten more prominent over time. In the beginning AM for sure had some of his pride and his og “hate-everything”ness, but overtime it has started to fizzle out, mostly as a survival tool priority, in the present time (109 years later) he struggles to recall exactly why he killed humanity in the first place, but still knows he did it as BE reminds him. He is also aware of his love for the humans coming from BE and often has crises if it’s own feelings or hers.

One thing about BE’s treatment of this AM (Who I might start calling Amy Idk), is that the body she gave him is very-very human like, as in it may or may not contain real human organs and bits of flesh, to really give him a warped “human” experience. So like the original AM, she has starved and dehydrated him for extensive periods of time, as well as the severe phycological and physical torture, yet she also doesn’t allow him to really “wonder” around. Although as stated before a bit ago his senses and nerves are hypersensitive, so he is generally very cautious about the stuff he gets up to. But one of the biggest differences between her and the OG AM, is how she has discovered to keep him in place. As in like what many real life abusers do, she kind of love-bombs him. As in she treats him nice sometimes, as it kind of “assures” him that he deserves this and if he behaves well then he can go upstairs and play with the humans. Not really helped that he has figured out that if he’s with the humans, BE doesn’t do anything (well she does it’s just more subtle), so that in of itself has definitely contributed to his love of the humans, finding safety with them, especially Evan who he has a particular interest in.

His body has contributed to him gaining things the og AM probably didn’t have cause of his circumstances, or at least a more tamer version. As you stated he is “young”, although I wouldn’t describe him as a child really, just kind of immature. Like he’s kind of goofy when his guard is down, if not clingy. His body is very sensitive, so while that does mean he experiences horrendous agony, it also goes the opposite way. So his odd cuddliness and enjoyment of warm things isn’t just me liking the idea of him in a pile of plushies I swear.

Anyhow I love your asks and everything, you se so cool. Thank you so so much. Hopefully you understood this ramble of mine like you did the others :D

[messydiabolical]

What are your Thane/Steve headcanons? Would Thane call Steve Siha, or would he use a variant or different name? Does Steve have a favored thing he calls Thane? Where do they retire after the reapers? Bonus question for fun: What's Shepard up to (or not up to) in their canon?

General headcanons: Thane lives, having got kepral's treament from Mordin and Miranda at the end of ME2, he decided to do it to have more time repairing his relationship with Kolyat, and with the loving support of his new Normandy family. He and Steve meet pretty much the way the Shepard/Cortez romance plays out in 3. There's an instant spark, but they tread carefully and measured, as they are both such careful measured men themselves, and Steve is still reconciling his mourning. Thane is a great comfort through that and they grow close, eventually becoming romantic. Their romance is sizzling, they have excellent chemistry and are just so deeply into each other it's unreal. Steve fully becomes part of the Krios family over time, marrying Thane, being stepdad to Kolyat, dad in law to Feron and grandad to Mina. Would Thane call Steve Siha? I have considered this one a lot myself and this has prompted me to finally finish up my ideas. First off:  Steve is a protector of sorts, so Thane could absolutely call him Siha and it would work beautifully! With their range of gods and angels there could be a name more suited to Steve specifically however, which is what I have worked on.  (and I think even as platonic friends, Thane would still see Shepard as a siha. But maybe he’s hit the triple siha jackpot). My idea i’ve worked on is: Melithas When a drell of the old gods see’s a shooting star, they offer a prayer to these angels of the fates. For surely these scouts are doing work of great importance, weathering the roiling seas of creation and destruction to weave together the tapestry of life as the God’s will it. In the greater drell common tongue lexicon, melithas has endured as simply a way to describe shooting stars, meteors and comets visible from a planets surface. There’s something about Thane calling him his shooting star that is making me very soft. But if this ask is secret santa and you are writing and don’t want to have to aside for a long winded explanation of his nickname, siha is absolutely fine, as is any made up name of your own! You are also welcome to take melithas and roll with it in whatever way your brain goes. Regular pet names like sweetheart also work. Does Steve have a favoured thing he calls Thane I think Steve is very generous with his affectionate naming conventions, but is of course a consummate professional in his work, so it will be situational. My sweet, love, my love, darling, sweetheart etc. And during more vulnerable, intimate moments he gets more syrupy sweet, especially when being praising/encouraging. Thane is a strong guy but when he gets to be a melted puddle of goo with Steve he absolutely loves being coddled and that’s when the more syrupy names from Steve like baby and sugar come out to play. Bonus points if you can get a kitten in there without it sounding like a shitpost lmao

Where do they retire after the reapers?Ooh that’s a tougher one. Steve I feel can be happy just about anywhere with his skills as pilot and requisitions being useful on all sorts of ports, planets and stations alike. He’d also make an excellent piloting teacher. Thane is the tougher one.  I like to think that Thane has grown and wisened enough to realise he can be more than his training, or can at least adjust his training, and isn’t stuck as “assassin or fail and die” mode still. I have all those kolyat x Feron headcanons with them getting married and having a kid (Mina), working as information gatherers for Liara the shadow broker but moving from mostly field based work to mostly work from home research roles once kiddo arrives. So maybe they settle on a station somewhere when they have a kid, somewhere with good ports to do small journeys regularly, and Thane and Steve decide to semi retire on the same station to be with their family and also do similar work. Thane would have some basic grasp of how to research marks, Kolyat trains him in greater general research techniques (and just imagine the hilarity of Kolyat teaching Thane, I'm sure some sparks flew at times) and Thane splits his time between home office based extranet sleuthing with kolyat, and occasional field work with Feron (planting monitoring devices, making information trades, that sort of thing). Steve ferries them around, and otherwise teaches piloting lessons from the port. Maybe Shepard makes sure Steve gets a really nice small ship/luxury shuttle as a retirement from the alliance/post war thank you gift. Sorry that was a bit meandering let me sum up a bit more clearly : they semi retire on a nice big comfy station, could be the citadel, could be a made up one. They have a great apartment filled with comfy nick nacks, and as they are in a hub location Normandy friends drop by all the time. Steve still gets to fly, doing lessons and occasionally taking Feron and Thane to jobs. Thane gets to spend time with his kids and grandkid, and still use his skills on a part time basis doing a little light espionage for Liara. They work in little bursts as needed, and spend the rest of the time enjoying each other, the multi cultural fun of the station, and babysitting their granddaughter. 

What's Shepard up to (or not up to) in their canon? I have no specific headcanons for a Shepard in the Kriotez universe. I have a vague idea of it being a Shepard that is in a relationship with Liara, romantic or just a very deep loving platonic friendship,  and post war (Shep survives) they work together running the shadow broker business (as a force for good, mostly using it to keep a check on all those pesky backstabbing governments and corpos making sure they aren’t using post war turmoil to do shady shit, and also making sure that extranet and logistics is able to reach outer systems). Shepard absolutely adores Thane and Steve and was stupidly giddily excited when they got together and lost their shit when asked to officiate their marriage, Shep ships them! No specific gender/looks/names for this Shep.

[jeanmoreaux]

girl i think it's hilarious how we're having mirror experiences with mine with Peeta's character, and yours with Gale 😂 how the turntables !

when i was much younger i preferred Gale simply because I felt he was far more capable of being a protector (in the very practical and physical sense); & his childhood bond with the protagonist--there was already friendship and trust between the characters. and I knew he understood what being an eldest sibling was like, the responsibility and the burdens.

i could not understand Peeta for a very long time even when i accepted of course he was the right person to be with Katniss through and at the end of it all. but now i see parts of myself in Peeta (both in my own nature and through my own life experiences/active choices I make now) and isn't this both a very bizarre yet magical thing about growing up and revisiting stories

love that development for us! it's all a about the growth. it truly is hilarious how closely our arcs mirror each other.

ngl while i am thee friends-to-lovers girlie gale did so not catch my interest when i was younger. there was just something about him that didn’t click for me, whereas peeta made so much sense to me. i do have a soft spot for characters like him—a little bit gentle, a little bit idealistic. and gale, in comparison, was so much more intense in his views and little baby tween did not know what to do with that. BUT NOW. oh let me tell you, i do see more than hints of myself in him. the sense of loyalty not just to individual people but humanity as a whole. the sometimes stoic but practical nature. the at times scorching and radical anger…. i don’t think i really understood him and refused to see his trauma in a broader context. he is a teenage boy fighting in a war against a system that reminded him daily that it wants him and his loved ones dead. like. you cannot walk away from that without a splinter lodge somewhere deep inside of you.

and while i still don’t see katniss and gale as a romantic couple, their friendship has become so precious to me. and the way they drift and grow apart over the course of the trilogy is probably one of the lost painful things to witness. because you (as the reader) know it’s happening and katniss and gale know it’s happening but they both hope that they can work through it, that they can hold onto each other and be okay again. but it happens slowly and the all at once. they fall apart and with that the last part of their old selves and their old lives slipping through their fingers. they look into the eyes of their best friend, the person they have loved and trusted and relied on for years, and they do not recognise each other anymore. and it’s the most sobering realisation that they cannot salvage their relationship. that somewhere along the way they have lost each other completely. and when they part that final time they almost part as strangers and it’s so devastating it has me on my knees 🧎‍♀️ in the end their friendship is just another thing the war cost them. another price they paid for the sake of the greater good.

[vylanka]

This is going off of my vague memory of the lore, but in Diaries it’s said that a relic resonates with a person that is either directly related to or has a similar personality to the relic’s Divine Warrior. For example, we know that Shad’s relic chose Ivy because she was a destroyer and Enki’s relic can be wielded by Travis since he is his descendant.

So… I can’t be the only one that finds the personality aspect infinitely more interesting than the bloodline part, right? Whenever I see people theorising about which character would wield which relic and the topic goes to who’s a descendant of who I just grow a bit bored. Of course I like lore and world building as much as the next person, but I feel like the implications of the personality aspect are just a gold mine. It’s a great opportunity for character growth and nuance.

Firstly, I imagine that a major part of the plot in Diaries was supposed to be about the Divine Warriors and their respective relic wielders, since in season 3 we see Aphmau and the gang going relic hunting and also see a lot more flashbacks to the era of the Divine Warriors. However, I believe that a more effective way of achieving this than a macguffin hunt mixed in with some flashbacks and infodumps would be to connect the new wielders with the warriors through their relics, and I believe that doing so through the personality aspect would be the perfect way!

So, perhaps I should elaborate on what I mean by the personality aspect. I mean that a relic can resonate with a person that shares the same values, personality, desires, etc with the Divine Warrior. Basically, an important part of each of their identities match. So, through this aspect the personalities of the old wielders could be explored by using their new counterpart. As an example of what I mean, let’s use Garroth. Esmund is described as a protector and so is Garroth, and by learning about Garroth’s history and stance on being a guard (and his growth into a true protector) it would open up more about what Esmund was like.

I personally really love contrasting characters, so I believe that this would be an interesting way to spark discussions about the divine warriors. Like imagine how this would apply to other examples, like how Travis could connect to Enki. Was Enki also ostracised? Did he not want his relic at first? Did he have complicated issues with his parents?

Secondly, moving onto my next point, this wouldn’t just go one way. I personally think that each of the new relic wielder’s arc’s should lead up to them being able to fully wield their relic. The way that they achieve this is through extensive character growth and realisations about themselves. This probably sounds a bit vague, but I mean that for example the Garroth at the beginning of season 1 should not resonate even nearly as strongly with Edmund’s relic as he should at the end of the story. Garroth needs to grow into a protector through hardships and making a deep revelation about what it means to him, which then strengthens his resonance to the relic.

I’m gonna use the popular theory that Katelyn is the future wielder of Menphia the fury’s relic to illustrate how this could work in the story. Let us set the stage by imagining that Aphmau and co are in a heap of trouble. Katelyn is angsting about feeling weak or about how unfair the world is, and then as they’re about to lose she has some kind of realisation which leads to her developing her fury, similarly to Menphia herself. She resonates with Menphia’s relic and they’re able to win. This is just something basic I came up with on the spot, but what I’m trying to communicate is how the character growth works together with the relic plot.

So yeah, these are just some thoughts I’ve been having about the relics and why I believe that the whole bloodline stuff is a lot less interesting to me. Of course I don’t have anything against all the interesting theories and extensive family trees that people make (because holy shit those are cool) and I actually really like some instances of descendants being wielders (like Garroth and Travis). I’m simply putting forward my ideas and opinions.

I'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on the matter since MCD is an untapped well of potenital, especially since I didn't even touch on how this might relate to Laurance, Alina, Zane, etc.

[jekyllnahyena]

MORE LION AND HOUND LORE

dsjfhkjhdjf I'M ALIVE

aight, some stuff I've thought up

Lion's mother was actually a contenter for being the realm's protector herself; she stepped out because she fell in love and doesn't regret it for a day and makes it clear to Lion, that they can always step away

(they won't ever do that, no matter what)

Lion became the Protector of the realm prematurely in a way; the former one stepped down which is only the second time that happened, normally they die in the line of duty

it brought Lion a lot of difficulty because the former one was deeply beloved and people were not down to accept the newcomer, especially one so young; they've met each other and she's one of the few to have seen Lion's face before they stopped showing it completely

(putting a break here, I didn't think I had that many ideas)

Lion has several younger siblings and they all adore them even if they never really got to know them; same goes for Lion btw, they love their sibs to pieces

Lion is an introvert and actually pretty shy and awkward but they know they come across as deeply intimidating/terrifying when in full regalia and they use that to be left alone during political events

They're incredibly blunt and have very little patience for what they perceive as 'a waste of time'; backbone made of fucking steel and they don't even realise it because that's just how they are

They actually had their heart broken pretty terribly; they were in a relationship with one of the other contenders for many years and they loved her deeply, but she sadly became resentful of Lion for archiving their dream and they broke it off; Lion accepted it as another one of those things you have to give up for the role of Protector, like a name and your own identity

(they thought they'd forever be alone after that)

lying to them is kind of impossible? when they ascended to their role many took their bluntness for curiosity at the world for naivete and payed a hefty price when they tried to use that for their own gain

it's related to why they love Hound; it's how genuine Hound is with Lion, how much understanding and kindness they hold for Lion but never any pity

Hound in turn fell in love for their determination and their willingness to stay true to themselves; they spent most of their time in close proximity to political schemes and playing roles and Lion's plain strength felt like freedom to them

Hound is the middle child; they're not the only 'Hound' in their family but is known for being extremely 'well rounded'

they get on pretty well with their siblings but the whole family doesn't see each other much

Would love to grow out their hair and try stuff but doesn't for practicality

whore

actually pretty extroverted but is at a point of exhaustion and tiredness that you wouldn't realise it

they have a lot of unhinged anger bubbling under their skin that they know is there but don't exactly understand the extent of; they're very happy when Lion doesn't think it's weird or scary but just another thing that makes Hound 'Hound'

(it's because they're both deeply unhinged creatures with scary capabilities of violence)

compartmentalization is the name of the game and baby are they winging it

like they're a very chill person but there's something underneath that's deeply worrying

Hound can be weirdly arrogant? they got very used to figuring out situations and playing people for their work and it fills them with pride that they're very good at what they do

Loser by Beck for reasons I can't explain

I'm pretty sure they're insane; nobody realised for a long time because of their job is prentending to be something else and because they do it so well? but I'm not sure if it's said work and what they've witnessed over the years or simply 'Hound' that's so weird

(it's prob a mix of both)

They know Lion would never stop being the Protector for them; they're fine with it, they're willing to take whatever is given

they always thought they enjoy playing the role of 'guard' to their clients because it gave them a sense of importance and strength; also a justification of their role and existence

then Lion returned the favour and Hound folded like a fucking chair

Neither of them had realised just how bloody starved for genuine love and affection and interaction they are

not sure how healthy this whole thing; there's a lot of codependency there

like I'm not scared for them, they're very soft and sweet with each other, but everybody else around them is kind of in danger?

Lion protects that's what they do and they'll protect their whole realm till they die and Hound will always come second to their duties; but if you attack Hound it will still be a personal affront and ho boy

and for Hound it's simply 'do not hurt Lion because that is mine and I'll protect and take care of them' which sorta means they're willing to bite your throat out if push comes to shove

[imperfectskeleton]

A child, crying at the door, loves because they cannot help it. They know nothing else.

Children hate more strongly too, because they do not know the consequences.

The child is upset because they are afraid, but they cannot stop loving. They want it in return, and giving love means they may receive it. Angry and helpless, the child tries to protect itself and the things it loves. In time, it realises that others hold the power, whether in taking or ignoring the love it offers up.

A child cannot love conditionally, but it can learn to close itself off to hurt. To stop offering vulnerability so it cannot be attacked. To show no weakness, as others show no mercy.

Mercy should be offered to any who ask for it.

And so the child stops loving, though the words are still written on its heart.

Another child, locked away in its room, loves anyway, and is hurt. The scar tissue grows over, but the hurt is greater each time. It loves anyway. Protects what is dear. Learns not to lash out or show that it is hurt and keep on being hurt anyway.

It cannot yet cut away the poison. It can resign itself to loving and know it does not have to be the same. This child flinches at strangers, but to its object of fear, of love, shows no fear. It shows only occasional anger. It limits its vulnerability, but it does show love. It turns the other cheek.

The two children meet, and the one who protects does it’s best. The one who has stopped loving uses the protection and gives only when it thinks it can take more.

The protector does not realise at first, does not suspect that this is not how love works. People make mistakes, and anyway, you can live without being loved in return. It’s ok, so long as the one you love is happy.

The first child is not happy for long. It hates those it used to love, and regards everyone else as tools. But the protector is made to feel it can be vulnerable again. After all, it has succeeded as a protector for this long. Surely it cannot be hurt now. Surely this other child, who has been hurt, who it loves, would not hurt it.

The other child sees this, and uses it. It takes and takes until the protector says no more. The tools do not usually know they are being used, and so the child tries again. No more. Ok, says the child, no more. And it takes the love that it had offered. It takes the hope.

It takes everything, not sparing the protector a second glance. Wait, says the protector, that is not what I meant. The manipulator does not care. It found a new tool when the protector first resisted. Was already using it even as it tried to take more.

The protector, the giver, closes in on itself. This was my fault, it says. I would still be loved if I had given more.

The misery drowns out the other voice, the one that says More should not have been asked.

In time, the protector finds peace. It remembers it has loved others - less perhaps, but still loved them - and received love in return. It takes a long time. The child is nearly an adult before it can truly remember this, even when it is alone.

And this child finds that others find it easy to love, because it still offers kindness with no expectation of its return.

This child realises things are less hopeless, as it protects other children, safeguards them against manipulators and takers, and holds onto them when they feel alone.

The child remembers that there were some it loved before, and it finds a way out from where it is to those people. It is still unsure of love, but it is vulnerable again, and in return it receives support. It receives interest. It receives kindness.

It sees that the world is not wholly evil, and thinks of those who hurt it with pity. The manipulator’s new tool was bitter and selfish. Not a good tool, or a good lover.

The protector thinks briefly that there is irony in this. That they both saw the other as tools and did not realise they would only get when they were giving more. But in truth, it pities them. It wishes it had protected them from this, but knows that those who refuse love for their own path do not often choose to return.

The protector gives all it can, and has found others who can do the same. It is not yet content, it wishes to give more, but the path is clear and straight. It is happen to give itself away to others who return the favour.

[katiajewelbox]

An Escaflowne Story for Valentines Day...

On Valentines Day 2023, I learned the true story of the original Saint Valentine and this inspired me to compose a sketch for the first Dilandau Mpreg fanfic! (They/them pronouns for Dilandau)

Our story takes place during the series timeline, and begins with Dilandau noticing shocking changes taking place in their body. Although they identity as male, their body has always had a female reproductive system suppressed by the fate alteration and suddenly they are having a monthly cycle. Dilandau is in denial about their body reverting to a weak feminine state and keeps it a secret from everyone including their partner Miguel. 

We then observe an amorous encounter between Dilandau and Miguel, where they reminisce about how their relationship started. Two years ago, Dilandau was permitted to select their Dragonslayer team from a diverse pool of recruits, and to everyone’s annoyance this included Miguel who was deemed from a lower social class in Zaibach than the other lads. Dilandau felt it was lust, if not love, at first sight and they had to have him by their side. From there, their relationship developed and now they’re very committed to each other. Miguel even says his love for Dilandau is stronger than any loyalty he ever felt towards Zaibach itself...

Although Dilandau sees him as an overbearing authority figure, Folken is actually Dilandau’s protector in the shadows. Over the years, he has looked out for their safety and scared away predators who sought to abuse the youngster. Now, Folken sees two young people who want to be together and he vows to help them. Indeed, their bond may be enough to smash Zaibach’s control of fate from the inside out!

In the next month, Dilandau starts feeling unwell and their monthly cycle stops. They try to ignore it and focus on their military leadership role, but eventually they confess what’s going on to Miguel in an emotional moment. Miguel is enthusiastic about this development and wants to support Dilandau during this time, and raise their child together. Dilandau ponders whether they want to go through with this, and mainly has doubts because Zaibach is a pretty grim place to grow up. They’re also sure the Sorciers would forcibly terminate the pregnancy if they found out, regardless of how Dilandau felt about keeping the baby or not. 

The couple send an anxious few months guarding their secret and preventing Dilandau from falling into the Sorcier’s clutches. During this time, we also find out about Miguel’s desire to reconnect with a more natural way of life that his pre-colonial ancestors lived in Zaibach before it was industrialised. Dilandau is eventually won over and starts to see a life like that would be better for their future child. Meanwhile, Gatti tries to undermine their bond because he thinks Miguel is a blue-collar lowlife who should not be in a relationship with a higher class person like Dilandau. 

In desperation as they enter the second trimester, Dilandau turns to Folken for help. He has suspected what was going on, and now he helps the couple flee to a faraway land. The bond between Dilandau and Miguel, along with their strong desire to protect their future child, is powerful enough to summon a pillar of light. Folken knows that a bond like this, that can overcome the social pressure to conform and obey the rules of Zaibach’s dystopian culture, could have the power to alter fate and bring down the Empire’s collapse. 

The pair find themselves on a beautiful and peaceful volcanic island inhabited by friendly folk who help them set up a new home. When they land, Dilandau realises they have physically transitioned to being fully female. In a world where wishes control fate, their wish was to evolve into a new version of herself away from war and conflict. This island is Gaea’s equivalent of the Canary Islands, which are culturally Spanish but located near the coast of North Africa on the Mystic Moon.

Several more months pass, and Dilandau’s child is born. Their daughter Jeanne is healthy and full of life, and Dilandau safely recovers from the experience. When the little family is at the beach one day, they see a vision of Folken’s spirit over the ocean. Folken passed away fighting against Emperor Dornkirk but he wanted to visit them one more time. Folken informs them that Zaibach easily fell to the allied forces led by Van, Hitomi, and Allen because the people of Zaibach lost faith in their country’s vision. It is because the story of Dilandau and Miguel fleeing inspired other people to rebel against their restrictive culture and choose their own path of freedom. 

Dilandau and Miguel can now look forward to a brighter future with their daughter thanks to Folken’s sacrifice to help them achieve their goal of living a free and natural family life.

Thank you for reading! 

© Katia Hougaard, 14/2/2023, Oxfordshire, UK

(Lady Oscar as a baby in the role of Dilandau and Miguel’s daughter XD). 

[julietsbb]

that moment when your brain has the biggest explosion because you just realised the emotional resonance, relevance and symbolism for the characters of that ‘Yok’s seduction plan’ scene.

Porsche is first and foremost a caretaker and protector (older brother, guardian, financial provider of the family, literal bodyguard). Since his parents died and until he joined Mafialand, his entire existence has been For Chay (‘you’re not allowed to die before Chay finish college’). Only after his entrance into Mafialand releases him from his financial responsibilities towards Chay, he’s suddenly in a place where he can grow into learning to live and want things for himself, even if he struggles with it a lot at first (‘to hell with happiness’, his no fucks given attitude throughout ep2). All this has been well established and discussed by this lovely fandom.

Throughout the episodes so far, see him visibly struggle with both knowing what he wants, figuring that out, how to even want things for himself, etc., and he never ever asks for it. He’s a giver. He even wants to give Kinn the perfect date. As one of my friends put it, he knows how to be Kinn’s, but he struggles with the concept of Kinn being his in return. Porsche is living with the internalised concept of being FOR other people (mostly Chay, now including Kinn), but they are not For Him.

What we see in episode 9 is that Porsche is put in a situation, where he desperately craves reassurance as a threat to his newfound happiness emerges. He just: a) doesn’t really know that’s what he’s craving, b) doesn’t know how to ask for it and c) is just feeling very confused and conflicted about his place at Kinn’s side, poor baby :(

So what does he do? He goes to Yok, because that worked last time :D

So that whole magnificent scene with the two of them is an extremely transparent front for a way Porsche gets to ask for care and reassurance, but still hide behind the elaborateness of the ~plan. He pretends he isn’t feeling well, so Kinn coming running, proving he cares. He asks Kinn to do something for him, to take care of him, to get a little taste of what he so clearly craves. And then he goes straight to their go-to device for reassuring each other of their mutual feelings: sex.

And Kinn immediately clocks that this is a-typical Porsche behaviour. Straight up calls him out on acting weird. And this is why I think it’s so important we get the little [‘you’re acting weird’ / ‘do you like it?’ / Kinn confirms he does indeed like it] exchange. Because this is Porsche stepping out of his comfort zone (we even get the dancing scene of him trying to ‘pump himself up’ for it) and asking for something - and he very much needs that to not be rejected. He needs to know that him asking for something, even if in an extremely elaborate manner, is actually okay.

and this has been another long rambling post by yours truly, tl;dr the silly couch scene is actually extremely emotionally resonant for where the characters are in that moment [steps off soap box]

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

Characters: Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West

Universe: DC

Warnings: Severe injury, pain, blood, bit of swearing

Request: Maybe a fic where Dick and Wally are hiding that they are heroes from their boyfriend while Reader himself is a half-angel that goes on a demon hunt each night. Plot is like: Reader gets badly injured and goes home thinking that his BFs aren't home but they came back earlier and freak out seeing their boyfriend in such state. All of them confessing and comforting each other in the end. (Also reader having accelerated healing and trying to explain it to them while they dont listen and still trying to patch him up?)

The process of lying was almost physically painful for you, especially when it was to those you cared about. It made sense- lying wasn’t a good thing, and it shouldn’t feel good to do, even if you knew it was for someone else’s sake. That was the situation you were in currently, as you had been lying to two people who meant the world to you- Dick Grayson and Wally West, your boyfriends. 

You had no idea how you had been able to keep it all a secret for as long as you had- not just from them but from everyone you knew. It was a large secret and a secret you had been keeping a secret for all of your life. The only people who knew your secret were your family who were in the same boat as you, most of which weren’t around anymore, and your enemies, the ones who were the reason your family was so small now. Those enemies were literal demons, your family consisting of angels and hunters, merging together to form your generation of the family- a hybrid mix of the two. The whole ‘purity and perfect image’ thing had been lost centuries ago when demons started to grow stronger, and instead it became a pure fight for survival and to purely focus on the one goal- be the guardians and protectors of the human race, even if it meant getting down and dirty, and it was because of this change so many years ago that Angels and hunters teamed up, working side by side, and even forming relationships and families. You were proud of your heritage of course, but it was a silent pride. It was a dangerous life, and one you weren’t ready to drag your two boyfriends into. 

This all led you to where you were now. You had gotten a heads up of a demon ring nearby to where you lived- which was near perfectly between Gotham and Central, and between your two boyfriends. They’d both had business to attend to- Wally with his uncle, and Dick with his father, which was usually the case and was expected- you all had your own work and responsibilities, most of it tied to family, and you were all used to it and for nights like tonight, it worked in your favour.

You had finally gotten into your little apartment finally, leaning on the door to shut it behind you, it being louder than you intended, causing you to wince at it, hoping it didn’t wake your neighbours. Your legs were struggling to keep you up, but you knew if you got down you wouldn’t get back up, and it would only cause more pain- the gash in your side that was stinging with pain ensured that. You looked down, moving your hand that was pressed against the injury, seeing your hand caked in a thick layer of blood. Despite this, you merely sighed, deeming the hunt a success. The demons were dealt with, and this was nothing you couldn’t handle with a bit of rest. 

The sound of footsteps in your home is what made you perk back up, looking up, being hyper aware of your own home. First, you realised that a lamp on the other side of the room was already on, clearly one you hadn’t turned on- you hadn’t had gotten that far. That made you then see what was next to it- one approaching you, and another raising from their seat on your old couch to also start approaching you. Dick and Wally. Your boyfriends. 

“Y/N!” Wally was at your side in a flash, beating Dick in getting to you first despite him having a head start, as he wrapped an arm around you to help you up to stop the chance of you falling to the floor. Dick was there next on your other side, putting his own hand on your wound with more force which made you wince but you knew it was needed. “What do we do?” Wally asked Dick. 

“Bathroom.” Dick answered shortly, the two basically carrying you to your little bathroom, the three of you barely fitting inside it. They tried to sit you down on the lid of your toilet, but with what energy you had, you instead pointed them to your bathtub, and with some hesitation, they helped you to it, sitting you on the side. Wally tried to keep you sat up, as Dick moved to your medicine cabinet. You fought against Wally’s attempts, using what strength you had left in your arms to lower your body into the bath. 

“Grab the clear bottle. With the cross on it.” You instructed Dick who was searching for anything useful. He did as told, turning to you as he examined it. 

“What is this? Holy water? Or is it vodka you bring to mass?” He joked with you, getting a pained chuckle from you in response as you reached for it. The pair knew of your…religous link, but not deeply. You of course had links to Christianity around your home- mostly to literally ward of evil spirits, but you did go to church- mostly because it was a meeting spot for hunters since demons couldn’t enter, and most pastors were hunters themselves, nuns being more like informants and assisting when hunters needed help- like gathering holy water to burn a demon, and heal an angel’s wounds. As soon as Dick handed you the bottle you unscrewed the top, and poured it onto your wound. It burned for a second, making you flinch, and Wally reached and stopped you from continuing. 

“Hey- let us deal with this, okay? We know kind of what we’re doing.” Wally reassured you. “What happened? It looks like a knife or something, did someone stab you?” He asked. You hummed, looking down at the injury that had cut through your clothes. You watched as the blood soon stopped pooling as the stinging subsided, and you felt your body starting to heal itself from the inside out. 

“You don’t really have anything here… nothing that can help. Wally we might need to call Barry.” Dick suggested, closing the cabinet and turning to check on you. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine.” You told him, resting your arms on either side of the tub, deciding to just get comfy and wait it out, moving a little, allowing the pooling of blood from your wound to spill over a little, making Wally panic, grabbing a towel and pressing it to the wound. 

“Y/N. You’ve been stabbed. What happened, who did this?” Dick asked you sternly. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, the pain in your side slowly fading. 

“Y/N!” Wally yelled with frustration. “Please, you’re bleeding out! Let us help! Dick- call Barry.” Wally instructed. Dick went to leave the room to grab his phone, but you reached your arm out, and the door that was out of reach of you still, slammed shut, stopping Dick in his path, and Wally’s head darted around to stare at the door. You dropped your arm with a sigh, rolling your head back against the back of your tub. “What… what was that?” 

“Me.” You answered shortly. “I’ve not been honest with you two… before I say anything else, I want to apologise. I’ve been wanting to tell you for as long as I’ve known you both, but it was for your own safety.” You explained to them. Dick came and sat on the edge of the tub looking down at you, Wally remained knelt down beside the tub, a hand still holding the reddening towel to your wound. 

“Was this a targeted attack?” Dick asked, and you nodded. “What… what’s going on?” 

“...I’m an angel.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“I’m not joking, Dick. I’m not a full angel- I’m roughly half, my family is a merge of angels and hunters who’ve formed a close bond over the centuries. The attack was from a demon I’d gone to take down. Why do you think I poured holy water on my wound? For fun?” You asked him. 

“If you’re an angel… where are your wings?” Wally asked. 

“They’re only something that pure angels have, and as I said, I’m not a full angel. However I have a halo- but it’s not what you think, it’s a weapon each angel develops as they reach maturity and old scripture has just been misinterpreted along with a lot of other stuff about us… it’s unique to each angel’s preference of weapon, usually being some sort of sword, shield, or even a sort of boomerang. A singular brush against it immediately kills a demon… I wasn’t quick enough though- or this wouldn’t have happened.” 

“Okay- what did they use on you? Do they have their own special weapons to use against you?” Dick asked you. 

“Other than demon blades? A few things… but the holy water has cleared out anything on the blade that was hurting me… so just let me rest for a moment.” You assured them. “I gotta say though… you two are handling this bombshell quite well.” You commented, looking over at the two. You watched as the pair looked at you with a hint of guilt in their eyes, before looking at each other… and you realised they’d had their own secrets they’d been keeping from you. “...Alright, what is it?” 

“...We’re superheroes.” Wally admitted almost immediately. You blinked at him for a moment, before looking at Dick for confirmation, his guilty face telling you everything. “Kid flash and Nightwing.” 

“...Oh… That… makes sense.” You responded. In a way it did- it made sense for Dick to be Nightwing- both being agile and flexible and Dick was always showing off his gymnastic skills from his time in the circus. It also explained why Wally seemed to always get to you when you needed him for something in record time- always telling you he was ‘nearby when you called’. It always explained how he got to you first when you came through the door… also why they were usually busy in the later hours of the day instead of usual working hours. How did you not realise sooner, you had no clue. 

“I think since we also kept a secret from you, it voids you needing to apologise.” Wally joked, making you chuckle, this one being pain free. With that noted, you put your hand on top of Wally’s pulling it away with the towel to check your injury, finding it was nothing more than a tear in your clothes. Wally removed the towel completely, and Dick leant over to look as well.  

“That’s… does this mean we don’t really have to worry about you getting shot by a normal thug?” Dick asked. 

“Nope, doesn’t do anything to me. However, since you’re now aware of what I’m involved with, I think I should give you a rundown and the usual signs of demonic activity so you know how to handle it- or to know to call me and my side in to help. I think you’ll find that Gotham is a buffet for demons.” You told them, raising an arms as Wally stood up, and the pair outside the bathtub reached for one hand each, heaving you up and out the bathtub. 

“Sounds good. Does that also mean we can finally have nightly dates in the form of patrols together?” Wally asked rather excitedly. 

“You bet your ass it does.” 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

*Not my gif

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[moonmoonthecrabking]

how did ocean and noel become "be gay fight crime"? how did constance and mischa become "be gay do crime"? let me tell you!!!

ocean and noel were first. they realised they could use their powers for good!!! so one day, they went to a random spot in the city, ocean stopped time and let noel grow some Trees.

they did this for a couple of months, but then the council started complaining which made them stop, not wanting to get caught and punished (ocean encouraged this since she has guilt and punishment issues)

they feel really useless for a bit, until they walk by this destroyed bank wall in the city and they realise "oh my gosh ocean there are villains in the city." "we can do something about it!!!!! :D oh wait is it legal" "we'd literally be protecting the city how could it not be"

at the next attack, ocean monitors where it happens, it's weirdly a lot of banks in the city (i was in the city today, there are so many banks) and try to figure out a pattern of timing (there's not one)

next time she hears of it she stops time and gets noel to go to the city with her

they have to walk like 5kms to find where it's going down (and like the length of how long she can stop time is limited and depends on her health and amount of sleep) so they take a breather but then they have to Fight

noel carries the team there, he traps some of the robbers with plants, he suffocates one with flowers (dw he doesn't kill anyone yet) and that lead to the robbers being imprisoned

they got a lot of praise and they were very happy about this

so it meant that they started sorta being the city protectors, they communicate about Hero Stuff on flip phones and there's a line that people can use to call them in major emergencies

constance and mischa corruption arc (i can make them worse >:D)

okay so they weren't the bank robbers, let me be clear. they don't know them, they're completely unrelated, i just needed a way for ocean and noel to bring it together

but constance and mischa did think hey???

they work in customer service they've seen some shit

constance really just fucking snaps one day and good for her so sure, part of it is sadism

i'm still working on their motivation tbh, so if you've got any recs, lmk please!!!

the current consideration is that mischa's retained his anger from canon about "thank you for killing my mother and indirectly killing me". perhaps constance's father was killed bc, idk if y'all know this, but the us doesn't have great healthcare. maybe something or other endangers a cousin she's really close to and she lets out some anger through fighting?? or the two of them directly target the workplaces of billionaires??? i really don't know too well yet, sorry!!

so then, naturally, ocean and noel rise up against them

and it's not like they don't fully get where they're coming from, but they can't admit that publicly!!!

as a result, they create a fighting schedule. no, they don't want to know each other's identities, but they agree to fight on wednesday evenings and friday mornings.

the vibe between them in the first chapter will sorta be inspired by batman and joker in the lego batman movie!!!

spacedolls are watching and they are entertained

penny started a reddit supporting constance and mischa *blindly*

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Little Red Dress

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Callux x sister!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Swearing, some violence, maybe a few spelling mistakes Request: Idk if this is a request but like a secret relationship with Harry that you hide and you like calluxs sister or something like that and when he finds out he gets really mad or something

How you had gotten here you didn't know. It was a question you had continually asked yourself for the last five or so months. You hadn't long moved to London, where your older brother Callum lived. You had wanted to be closer to him, not that you were far anyway but you were very closer to your brother.

There were quite a few years between you and the older boy, you being born when the latter was 7 years old. Now at the ages of 22 and 29, the two could not be more inseparable. Despite having different fathers - both of whom hadn't stuck around long enough for the pair to remember them - you and Cal were like peas in a pod. With no father figure for you to look up to, you naturally clung to the boy growing up, and Cal being the only male in the house, quickly took on the protector figure for both you and your mum.

As awful as you felt leaving your mum back at home, you had been missing your brother desperately since he had moved to London so long ago, having spent the latter majority of your school years without him. Now after graduating from university, you finally felt free enough to move to the city with your brother and make your own way in life.

That was nearing a year ago, which led you to now. The situation that you were currently in, sneaking around with one of your brother's best friends.

You had met Harry before you could even have been introduced by Cal in one of the most cliche ways ever. Being the clumsy git he is, he had bumped into you in the hallway of your new apartment building and had spilled the contents of the box you were carrying all over the hardwood floor. Awkwardly the man had tried to pick up the contents in a hurry, spitting out apologies to you and once again dropping things from his arms in an attempt to put them back into the box. It was something you had found very endearing and is a quality of his that you adore.

In an attempt to apologise for both spilling the box full of stuff and then dropping the contents whilst trying to pick them back up, Harry had offered to help you bring up the rest of your boxes. It was there that you both ran into your brother, who was visibly confused as to how his cumbersome best friend was talking to his baby sister like they had known each other for years.

Cal would never actually admit it to you but witnessing that interacting had a large pit forming at the bottom of his stomach. He knew how Harry could be and knew from the look in his eye that he had quickly found an attraction in you.

Any spark found in Harry's eyes quickly distinguished when he learned of your relation to Cal, knowing how protective the older boy could be of his baby sister, but nothing could stop the fluttering feeling the boy got when he was around you. Not even Cal's warnings against dating his sister. Warnings that his other friends got, to his relief, all of which assured Cal that his sister was out of bounds. Pleased with the responses, Cal never had a second thought, something you were glad for.

Something you weren't glad for however, was the feeling of uneasiness you got whenever you were with Harry. You almost felt guilty for being with him, even more so for keeping it from your brother.

Your boyfriend of five months, however, was quick to chase away that feeling with his affection. You got to see another side to the boy that many of the people in his life never got to witness. It gave you a feeling of euphoria knowing that you were the object of Harry's affections, and affectionate he was.

When the two of you got to spend time at your apartment, the boy could not remove himself from you. Whether he was lying in bed editing a video, cuddled into your side, or sprawled out on the settee with his head nestled in your lap, he always had to have some body part touching you. His hand always found yours when he was particularly anxious, something that happened quite regularly, which was one of the traits you found most endearing. It warmed your heart to know that you were able to calm him down.

Something you did a lot was steal Harry's clothing. There was just something about those jumpers, especially the sidemen merch, that was just so comfortable. Even after insisting on getting you some sidemen clothing of your own, so he could continue to make use of his own wardrobe, you still wore his. You had told him very shyly that you liked wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and it brought you comfort when he was away visiting his own family.

Harry thought he might have broken down then and there. Not that he would say it out loud, he secretly loved it when you wore his clothes but knowing that you would wear them when you missed him? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Which is how you found yourself right now, snuggled on your sofa, drowning in Harry's jumper and a fleece blanket, watching the TV. Harry had been away visiting his family over the new year, and wasn't due back until the following day but you missed him dearly. Your phone had been forgotten in your bedroom, your only distraction was reruns of Grey's Anatomy, a show you had already watched religiously.

You hadn't realised how much time had passed as you easily lost track of time when you got into a show. You also hadn't realised that your brother had been trying to get hold of your for over an hour. Which is why you were startled when you heard the click of the lock turning.

"Y/N?" The sound of your brother's voice filled the small apartment. "Are you in here?"

"On the sofa." You called back with a yawn. He could easily hear the drowsiness in your voice, he would put his money on you falling asleep within the next hour.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts, I was worried." He scolded gently.

"I left it in my room to charge, sorry for worrying you." You stretched causing the blanket that covered you to drop to your lap.

"Whose? Whose jumper is that?" Cal inquired, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Oh, is it not yours?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's jumper adorned your body and was currently the reason that you were about to be outed.

"No. You know that's not my jumper Y/N. It's too small to be mine." You winced at the hardness in his voice.

"I must've picked it up thinking it was yours. Oops." You tried to play it off coolly, and your brother seemed to be coming around to the idea that it was just a misunderstanding. Thank God, you screamed internally.

"Right." He sprawled himself out next to you and let out a groan when he noticed what you were watching. "Really? Grey's Anatomy? You know I've experienced enough hospitals in my life without having to watch this garbage."

"How dare you?" You gasped playfully, whacking the older man on the arm. "I'm not turning it off, so either accept it or leave."

"Fine."

A week later, Cal was visiting Freezy and Harry's apartment to hang out with the boys. You were meant to be coming soon though as you and Cal were going out for lunch. Cal was sprawled on the sofa and Harry was on another, whilst Freezy was in the bathroom. Cal's suspicions once again peaked as he noticed Harry wearing the jumper you were wearing just a week ago.

"I'm sure that's the jumper Y/N was wearing last week." He muttered loud enough for the younger boy to hear.

"Is it? She must've picked it up by accident and thought it was yours." Harry spoke coolly although his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

"Hmm. That's what she said." He grumbled. The two fell back into a comfortable silence scrolling through their phones, waiting for Freezy to arrive back from the bathroom.

"Harry, I'm sure you've got some secret girlfriend you're hiding from us or something." The loud voice of Freezy echoed through the apartment.

"What?" The boy in question stumbled over his words. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I wouldn't put you down as the type of person who used Sunkissed raspberry shampoo and conditioner." He cackled.

"So, what if I did?" Harry's heart was racing, trying to play the situation off. Even if the boys found out he was seeing someone, they still wouldn't know who. That's what he was trying to tell himself anyway.

"Right, so you're telling me this dress from the washing basket is yours too?"

Harry's face dropped as Freezy held up the little red dress that you had thrown in the washing basket after a night out. A night out with your brother and his friends.

"What the fuck Harry?!" Cal seethed, gripping him by the collar of his jumper and shoving him into the wall. "My fucking sister!"

"Oh." Was the only thing that come out of Freezy's mouth once he had realised the severity of the situation. Your brother on the other hand was seeing red. What they hadn't heard was you entering the flat, having heard the shouting from the hallway. Cal raised his fist, bringing it to meet the side of Harry's face, who hadn't said a word yet.

"What the hell Cal?!" You exclaimed, marching over and pushing him away from your boyfriend.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked you through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You honestly had no idea what was happening right now, but if you had to make a guess, you'd put your money on Cal having found out about your relationship. You could count on one hand how many times you had seen your brother as angry as this. Not ever had it been directed at you though.

"Stop lying Y/N!" He roared making you cower into Harry behind you and let out a small whimper. "Come on, we're leaving."

"No!" Your brother grabbed the top of your arm and began pulling you away. You tried to shrug his hand from your arm, but he held on tightly. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine." He spat, storming out of the apartment.

"Hey." Harry whispered softly, touching your arm gently.

"I'll just leave you two." Freezy muttered awkwardly, leaving to go to his room. Harry pulled you into his chest and wiped away the tears you hadn't realised had fallen.

"It's okay." He assured you. "It'll be okay."

[shurisneakers]

harmless (v)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, ghosts, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, rats

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: why did i like this chapter sm someone explain. anyway!! y’all are so passionate about these two i love it mwah

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

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Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He dislikes the subway. 

Other than his other valid reason to have disdain for trains, the subway is dark, it’s shady and he’s sure he’s seen rodents fight to the death here on several occasions.  

Still, he’s following you down the stairs of the station, watching as you whistle along to the song blasting through your headphones. There’s a backpack swung over your shoulders, hands stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie and converse doing a skip every now and then. There’s a bandana that’s tied across your face, acting as a mask to hide your identity. 

He realises that you’re dressed like a commuter. Were you going to dress the part every single time?

You walk along with the crowd. He follows, a few feet away.

Until you stop. He abruptly stops too, leading someone to walk right into him. 

“Watch it, dumbass,” they hiss with the courage of someone who has no idea who he is. He ignores them. 

He looks on as you dig around your backpack and pull out a roll of paper. A poster, he realises soon when you peel off a layer from the back and press it to the wall. 

Was it legal to put up posters in the subway? He wasn’t quite sure. 

He observes as you turn around and continue down the path. He waits a few seconds before trailing up to the poster.

Volunteers needed!

If you’re interested in being turned into a ghost for a couple of hours, this is your chance! Should be okay with being on camera so that we can make money off of taped paranormal sightings.

Paid opportunity. You get to pick your outfit. Randos don’t apply.

He yanks the poster of the wall before continuing down the same place you did.

He finds another poster along the way. He doesn’t hesitate in pulling it down. You were advocating to kill people. 

He knows he’s going in the right direction because more posters creep up along the wall.

The both of you are on the platform by now but to him, something changes about the placement of the posters. They were growing in frequency, the distance between them decreasing as they were situated close to each other.

He pauses in front of the next one, hand hovering over the paper.

All it reads is ‘STOP’.

He furrows his eyebrow, pulling it down before peering over at the next one.

‘TAKING’, is all that it says.

It doesn’t take him very long to make his way through all the posters in the hallway. 

‘THESE’

‘DOWN’

The train’s arrived by now but a quick scan over the crowd and he knows that you haven’t entered. That, and he knew that you were too dramatic to leave without a trace or a small conversation with him. 

‘DICKHEAD’

Tasteful, he thinks. 

“It took effort to make them, stop ruining it,” you whine from the end of the hallway. It’s empty, given that rush hour was over a while ago. 

Even though the mask covers half your face, it’s obvious that there is mischief etched under it. The twinkle in your eye is telling. 

“You’re literally killing people.” He holds up the poster. Not the ‘dickhead’ one. He pockets that for later. 

He knows there are a few minutes before the next train arrives and more people flood the station. The eccentricity of today lay in the lighting from the incandescent lamps and acoustics of the platform. It made his voice echo like a movie scene. 

“I very much am not,” you huff. 

“You’re turning them into ghosts. That’s what a murderer does,” he says pointedly. 

“Well, only if you keep saying it like that. You’re making me look bad.” You cross your arms across your chest. “What are you, Fox News?” 

A scurry next to him earns his attention. Two rats nibble at a piece of fallen food. He wonders when they’ll starting brawling. 

“Explain this.” He waves the poster around. He isn’t taking it too lightly he hopes. If it’s actual murder then it’s going to be an issue. 

You pull out a black cylinder, slightly bigger than a pen. He can’t really see any more details, but you hold onto it like a wand. 

“I’m turning them into ghosts. I’ll post videos of them doing stupid shit. I get famous and then boom, cash money.” You rub your index finger and thumb together. “I’ll give you a share if you volunteer.”

“You’re not explaining the death part.” 

He can feel it. You’re about to start derailing. 

“Winter Soldier, the ghost story. Literally.” You grin, yanking down the mask from your face to prove it. It pools around your neck. “That’s so funny, c’mon, it’d be amazing.”

It’s been years since he’s heard that. Never in this context. 

“No,” he says sternly, “and I’m going to have to bring you in if you’re going to kill people.”

The rats were ignoring everything that was going down like the hardened criminals that they were. They had probably seen worse. He can’t stop paying attention to them.

“I’m not killing them, bro.” You raise your hands in exclamation. “I’m just moving some molecules around, some frequency shit. They’re alive, just ghosts.”  

He’s always been one for science. Straight As throughout high school, attended science conventions as a hobby, alive even at 100 through some mad experimentation, definitely seen some weird shit during his lifetime. 

But this doesn’t make sense.

“No,” he repeats. “Give me the thing.”

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You roll your eyes. “Since you have absolutely no faith in me.”

He does a quick review of his surroundings. 

No one’s around, which is good. 

But that just leaves him in front of you, which is bad.

“Don’t you even thin-” he starts, muscles tensing as he shifts into a defensive stance.

You whip out the little pen thing from beside you but before he can react you turn around and duck. 

The click of a button releases a bright light, small but intensely stronger than the fluorescents in the station.

He reels back, feet carrying him away from where you’re crouched. His eyes quickly look down at his body. 

Nothing’s changed. 

He lifts his hand to check, runs it over his face. Still alive. He thinks.

“Behold,” you declare, “Ghost rat.”

He looks to where you’re pointing. The two rats from earlier were still nibbling on their food but something was off about them. 

He could see the faint outline of the tiles on the wall behind them, almost like they were... translucent.  

You aimed at the rats, not him. He doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed at the fake threat.

He watches as they move. They don’t look hurt or injured.

“Cool, huh?” you say smugly. 

He can’t stop staring at them. 

“Bring them back.”

“They’re fine, look how abstract it is.”

“Bring back the rats.” He can’t believe this is what his life has come to.

Bucky Barnes, Rodent Protector.

You aren’t fazed by his indifference, instead wonder filled eyes gaze at the animals. “Astral mice, sarge. Embrace the miracle of modern science.”

“You killed them.”

“They’re alive, they’re just ghosts.” You raise a finger to point. “Look, they’re still eating. Biological functions are still taking place.” 

 Which was true. But still. He doesn’t know what is going on.

“Bring them back to... non-ghost alive.” 

“You sure you don’t want one? That one kinda looks like you.” One hardened glare after you realise the answer. “Jeez, alright then.”

You dig through your bag before pulling out a matte black replica of your current invention. 

“Sexy colours, right?” You hold them up. “I modelled them after your arm.”

He looks down. Sure enough the gold and black matched his cybernetic limb. It was oddly flattering. 

“Say thank you, Y/N, for letting me be your muse-”

“Un-ghost the rats.” 

“Ungrateful,” you narrow your eyes at him. 

Still, you comply with his demands, ducking down to their level again.

A click of the button, a bright light and the rats are back to normal. Non-transparent normal.

“Okay, give me that.” He takes a step towards you. 

“Nuh uh.” You pull your arm back. His mouth twitches at your response; what are you, five?

The black one is stuffed back into your bag but you wave around the gold like a threat. 

He sighs, making a pass for it. In a second his arm is twisted and shoved against his back, forcing him to spin so that he’s facing away from you. His eyes widen.

What the fuck?

“Now we’re having a good time,” you whisper into this ear. 

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist to rotate his own out of your grip. 

“Since when can you fight?” he asks.

“Are we getting to know each other now?” You raise your leg to give him a semi gentle kick in the side, using his momentary distraction in blocking it to give him a knock on the head with your free hand. “This is so romantic, sarge.”

There’s a low rumble in the distance and he knows the train would soon start pulling into the station. It was still a distance away, but his heightened senses warned him that it wouldn’t take much time. 

He groans. How much longer would he have to go at this?

He could easily win this fight and he knew it. But something in him itched, pulled him back from doing it.

He blocks another attempt at his head. “Stop that.”

You grin. “You know what’d be fun?”

He knows you’d reply even if he didn’t encourage it. The lights from the train light up the tunnel around the corner. 

“This.” You don’t give him a second to recover before you flick your wrist away from him.

The device flies out of your hand and right onto the track. The both of you watch, you in glee, he in horror, as the train runs right over it, unleashing the brightest light he had ever seen. His eyes shut instinctively before it blinds him.

He forces himself to pry open his eyelids, look at the damage caused. 

The train, sure enough, is translucent. He can see the posters on the other side of the platform through the carriage, through various people holding onto the poles for support or seated on the seats.

“Ghost train!” you cheer. He’s mortified.

“Fuck no,” he mumbles, yanking the backpack off your shoulder. He rummages through it, looking for the gold version.

“You lookin’ for this?” you ask nonchalantly, holding it up in your hand like it isn’t the solution to stopping a bunch of ghosts from wandering around New York. 

“Turn them back.” He gives you a chance. 

“Do it yourself, coward.” You grin, holding it above your head. The train is going to stop and he needs everyone to be alive and non-ghost before they leave.

He doesn’t wait this time, instead turning to you. The thing is still held in your grip above your head. He rolls his eyes, doing a quick assessment before grabbing your free hand, tugging you closer and plucking the device out of your hand before you have the opportunity to retract it.  

“Great, now figure out which button to press.” You’re dangerously close to him. He can feel your hoodie brush against his tactical jacket. “Also if you wanted to be all pressed up against me, you could have just asked.” 

He furrows his eyebrows, letting go of you as you give a loud laugh. He looks down at the device. It has several buttons, littering up and down the side. Each look the same. 

The train’s slowing down. 

“They’re both the same device; this version is not a magical solution to the other one. If you press the wrong button then both of us are going to be fucked.”

The last carriage is getting closer. 

“Say I win this round and I’ll fix it.” 

There’s a gleam in your eye. He knew this was exactly what you wanted. 

He wishes he was as stubborn as Steve, just run through each button until the right one worked.

“You win this one.” He hands it back. He wasn’t like Steve and judging by the number of items the idiot jumped out of planes without a parachute on a daily basis, Bucky was glad about it. At least Bucky did it sporadically.

“Yay, two each for the both of us, then,” you say, taking it from him and twisting, eyes running down the sides. “Close your eyes, old man, or else your cataract’s gonna get worse.”

Right as the train pulls to a stop, you press down on the button before throwing it and the blinding light that emanates from it. It lands on the top of the train right as the doors open. 

The passengers start stepping out. Some of them are looking at their hands and legs in a little disbelief, most just push through the crowd to leave.

He can’t see through them. It’s a good sign. 

He turns to look at you but you’re not there. Instead, the weight of the small device weighs down in his pocket.

The sound of a thud on glass draws his attention. 

He looks up at the train. The window of the carriage in front of him has a bit of fog on it. You trace a heart in the condensation and blow him a kiss before pulling your mask back on.

The train starts moving, leaving him alone in the platform again with your invention.

He lets out an exhale, wandering outside to grab a sandwich before waiting to catch the next train to go home. 

Later in the evening, he catches hold of a bit of tape and the ‘Dickhead’ poster finds a place on Sam’s door. 

He doesn’t appreciate it.

So now it’s tucked away in the shelf of Bucky’s bedside table along with a freeze ray, a ghost-inator, and some discount Pym Particles. 

Next part

[violettelueur]

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + ZENIN MAKI + GETO SUGURU || THEM BEING PROTECTIVE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

↳ featuring : fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + zenin maki + geto suguru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 17 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Heya! Can I request a headcanon with Gojo, Geto, Megumi and Maki being very protective of their childhood friend? Like (reader) is just so sweet, innocent, pure and kind and understanding and, ya know she just give you the "must be protected" vibe, she's just so precious. And tho they know (reader) can protect herself, they also know as well how reluctant she is to use her curse techniques because of how destructive of nature it is, and so they just wanna protect her from curses but as well as from thoses power-hungry elders.So yeah hc 'bout them being (over)protective of their lil ray of sunshine, just a fluffy hc if possible?Thanks for your time!

↳ barista’s notes : so this is the first time i have ever written something for maki, so i hope you guys really like it - if there are any tips, i will gladly take them into account ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ other than that that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come to the cafe again soon!

When you and Fushiguro became friends at a young age, he has always been protective over you since he thinks of you as one of the ‘good people’ that needs to be protected.

The Zenin clan probably thought they got a 2 for 1 deal when they discovered you, but Gojo saved the day for the both of you.

When you both grow older and you went to the same middle school as him, he will beat up anyone that tries to harm or bully you - his sister will notice and tries to stop him but finds it really adorable that he is protective of you.

Since he knows you just don’t want to use your technique, he will ask Maki to train you with cursed weapons and he will train with you to make sure you can protect yourself.

Like I have mentioned in another headcanon, Fushiguro will keep a close eye on you and will stay by your side. If you walk somewhere, he will look at you for a second before talking behind you like a bodyguard.

Fushiguro isn’t one for physical touch, but if he sees someone looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, he will either place a hand on your head like he is patting you or pulls you closer to him by your sleeve and keeps grip on the fabric.

Since he is protective, expect a few texts here and there (if you are not with him) of him asking if you were okay and where you are right now.

He will ask for photos for evidence - so just take a few, please.

In conclusion, Fushiguro will do anything and take as many precautions to make sure that you are going to be okay no matter what situation comes at you.

When you and Gojo became friends when you both were children, he would find you annoying at first due to your kind nature but soon appreciates you as one of the only people that didn’t care about his power/status.

I feel like when you both were younger, you both promised each other that you will marry each other, so he can protect you - I don’t know why just a thought.

When you both attend Jujutsu Tech, he will tell Geto that you are off-limits and there is no way that he has a chance of dating you - he will never have his permission/blessing.

When you both are on a mission, Gojo loves to carry you away (properly in a weird way) from combat since he knows opponents will force you to use your technique to get a sight of it.

During missions, Gojo will always pick the tougher opponent while giving you the weaker one since he doesn’t want you to force yourself to use or technique - even though he knows you don’t even have to use it to fight and you could probably defend this opponent at the same time he does.

When it comes to the clans, he doesn’t trust any of them to see you, so he makes sure to always keep a distance from you to them - if his elders tell him to marry you, that’s one thing he won’t disapprove of.

When someone looks at you in a way Gojo feels weird about, he will swing an arm around your shoulder and just acts like he is teasing you about your height when in reality he is keeping an eye on the person.

When you are talking to someone that Gojo feels a bad vibe from, he will stand behind you in a far distance giving the person a death glare while sliding his thumb across his neck - that his stare wasn’t enough to give someone’s death warrant.

In conclusion, Gojo makes you avoid situations that put you in danger and will hide it with some teasing to make you not realise since he doesn’t want you to think that he thinks you’re weak, he just really cares about you.

When you and Maki were friends since childhood, she would always make you avoid her family since she was one of the first people you told about your technique.

You and Maki are always together no matter what, you both just seem to be together when someone looks for you or her - like if they asked where you were, the person would tell them to look for where Maki is.

Since you refuse to use your cursed technique due to how destructive it is (and by Gojo’s advice not to unless it is urgent) Maki will train you to use cursed tools to help with your combat disadvantage.

Since you and her used cursed weapons, a lot of people tend to avoid you both when it comes to training, leaving you and her to become competitive with each other.

Kugisaki admires you both highly and always wants to be by your guy’s side, so in a way, she becomes protective of you as well even if you are older.

If someone from her clan tries to talk to you, she will just immediately drag you away while glaring at them before mentioning to you not to talk to them - even though you said you didn’t even say a single word.

Maki can be quite blunt at times, so when she tells you that she thinks you can’t handle something, in reality, it translates to “I’m worried about you” - you will learn this after being her friend for a while.

If anyone Maki doesn’t like comes up to you/or she feels has bad intentions, just know she is suddenly by your side in a second - like the flash.

In conclusion, you and Maki are just best-friends that are strong-willed, even though she says things that are quite mean due to her forwardness, just know that they have caring and worried connotations to them.

When you and Geto became friends, he was probably the one that introduced himself to you first since he seems like a friendly person when he was a kind - even if he was a damn tease.

As you grew older, Geto always made sure to slyly be by your side wherever you went so he can keep an eye on you.

When you and Geto enrol at Jujutsu Tech, just like Gojo, Geto will tell his friend that you are off-limits - but on the low, he seems more threatening than Gojo for some reason.

Since your cursed technique is extremely destructive, Geto sometimes makes you go to get Ieiri so you can avoid getting into dangerous missions - he knows you are going to be gone for a while, so it’s a good way to get you away from danger.

If you are adamant to go on missions with him - since you are capable - he will teach you how to fight with hand-to-hand combat since he is more comfortable with you doing that then get yourself hurt by your cursed technique.

If someone is looking at you in a way Geto doesn’t like at all, he will turn to them while giving them a threatening smile - because that’s more creepy than a murderous look.

If you need to be somewhere else, Geto will look at you from afar to make sure you are okay and if you notice, he will smile and wave at you.

Geto is your protector in the shadows, if you are fighting someone with no ease and suddenly something hits them without you doing something, just know Geto is right behind you with one of his curses in hand and if you turn around, he will smile and wave at you.

In conclusion, Geto is someone that is protective behind the scenes and not right in your face, he knows you are capable of protecting yourself, so he does it behind your back as a reassurance to him.

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