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Slade is not particularly happy to see the overnight bruise progress on Danila’s face. He is not particularly happy to see Danila’s face or the rest of him to begin with. However, he will contain himself while the landlady is around. Who does this asshole think he is? Look at him playing martyr to make himself look better! The disgust on Slade’s face is not-at-all subtle. Well, his patience did not last long. Danila is definitely, completely at fault, but the way he is lying about is just makes Slade’s blood boil. There is just something about his new roommate; he is ridiculously easy to hate. Slade will also conveniently ignore the fact that he has been in foul spirits as of late and thus especially irritable. Before Mrs Higgins turns to leave, her gaze, strange and pensive, travels down and shifts from Slade’s right to his left. Slade fights back an instinctive urge to fold his hands in front of his crotch until he realizes she is checking his knuckles for scrapes or bruises. This makes him feel a little sick (but less uncomfortable than the thought of an old lady checking The Legend out), though yesterday’s beer might be the main culprit. As if I would risk any damage to my hands just to deck this miserable piece of shit! That and he finds physical violence abhorrent — hell, he still feels bad about knocking Gerard out and the fucker deserved every single splinter in his bald head — but this is of secondary concern. Slade mutters a goodbye and heads for the kitchen. He will graciously allow Danila to close the door behind Mrs Higgins and start getting things back in order, or do whatever he decides as long as he stays out of sight. The fridge greets him with an army of beer bottles and nothing else. Slade does not know what happens to the peas his roommate was misusing last night, nor does he care to find out or check the freezer — he cannot imagine wanting anything in there. The prospect of grocery shopping makes him groan out loud, but he has been putting it off for way too long as it is. Slade goes back to his room to put a pair of jeans on and grab his wallet and.. Car keys! Shit! Last he saw them was on a shelf by the corridor mirror. Last he saw the shelf, it had been torn off the wall and lost somewhere among the multiple pairs of boots on the floor. He storms out of his room to begin search and rescue, caring little for whether his efforts got in Danila’s way or not.

Danila followed Mrs. Higgins’ gaze and only then realized how the whole situation might seem to her. If she had seen them interact even for five minutes, the two of them taking it up a notch was a fair concern. He stayed still and silent as she seemed to not-so-subtly check that he wasn’t lying. What a wonderful way to start the day, feeling like being stuck in an X-ray machine. What was it with old ladies and their all-seeing eyes?

Mrs. Higgins seemed to finally be satisfied. Danila hurried to close the door behind her, mumbling a polite goodbye as he did so. Onto the clean-up, then.

The hall looked like a small bomb filled with wood had gone off. It would take the better part of the day to make it look presentable again, especially since Slade clearly wasn't planning on helping. He would have loved to drag Slade back and force him to help, but he didn't have the time or energy for that. Mrs. Higgins expected results for the next day, after all.

Danila did what looked like a silly little dance as he tried to find the least painful way to pick up the remnants of the chair from the floor. The differences were negligible, so he settled for the "do it despite the pain, or risk ending up homeless" method.

💞💘🌸 VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS

{ FIRST KISS 💋 } — Sender gives receiver their first kiss (of the relationship, of a special occasion etc.)

Slade had sat him down in front of the TV and insisted they'd watch an Elvis documentary now that Danila had his green card. He had proclaimed it to be "part of the general education", and that "any honorary American should know everything about Elvis", though Danila wasn't sure if Slade actually thought the guy was that big of a deal.

Be that as it may, Danila humored him. So, with Slade curled next to him, he proceeded to wonder how Elvis had managed to keep his pompadour so flawless.

“You may now kiss as a sign of your union.”

Danila had a hard time containing his laughter as Slade dramatically dipped him backward before kissing him. With his whole field of view now filled with black hair, he lost his balance—and took Slade with him like a sinking ship.

It took a couple of tries for them to get back on their feet. With the same gracelessness, they stumbled down the aisle toward the chapel exit as the Elvis minister sang "Can't Help Falling in Love" so passionately that his wig shook.

They barely made it outside before Danila burst out laughing and had to sit down on the curb.

"You Americans are crazy! Who even is Elvis and why you can prene... pretend marriage with him?"

"You don't marry Elvis."

"You know what I mean... meant. Who is he?"

"Was. He was the King of Rock 'n' Roll."

"And why people want him in weddings?"

"I don't know."

"But you're American," Danila pointed out, the clear inconsistency making him frown.

"I don't know!"

"Whatever. Do you have... What it is? Bottle? With alcohol. Metal one."

"The hip flask? I thought you had it! I swear, if you lost it already..."

Slade, who was now resting his head on Danila's lap, looked up when the documentary got into Elvis' performances at the International Hotel.

"Hey, happy Valentine's Day."

"It's today?"

"Mhm."

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Questions for Muns of Canon Muses

1. What is the biggest headcanon deviation from the canon material that you have incorporated into the way you write your muse? Why did you come up with it?

I try not to completely deviate from the canon material, at least on purpose. But I'd say his relationship with Viktor. In the second film, Danila openly disagrees with Viktor and his opinions compared to very much going along in the first film. Based on that, you could argue that his attitude towards Viktor was getting to a healthier place.

Well, I said fuck it, dropped that development, and emphasized the unhealthiness of their relationship instead. I needed it to give Danila a reason to 1) travel back to the US and 2) stay there indefinitely.

3. What is something that was never addressed at all in the canon material that you have independently developed for your muse?

Danila's whole post-Brother 2 situation probably counts. I needed him to travel back to the US since roleplaying would've been tricky otherwise. I wanted to base the premise on themes already present in the canon and expand on them so it wouldn't be too jarring. So, I took things like Danila's flexible morals around violence and ran with it.

But there are also some tiny headcanons I have actually fully come up with by myself, like the age gap between Danila and Viktor, their mother's name, etc. Because I love irrelevant little details like that lol

14. What is your ideal AU for your muse?

Answered here.

Indeed, there is a photo of Slade in a tank top, way-too-short shorts and a Santa hat striking a typical pin-up pose in front of the Christmas tree. However, rather than being the first of a stack, it lies on top of a custom engraved Colt pistol from Slade’s collection instead. The exact one Danila took interest in at the shooting range some months ago.

The back of the photo reads, “Just kidding. Have fun!”

Danila hadn't expected a Christmas present, nor had he expected it to be a ridiculous photo. The portrait easily rivaled his miniature middle finger idea, and he wasn't sure if he should be impressed or annoyed. Rolling his eyes, he couldn't help but imagine what kind of a scene the whole photoshoot must have been.

As he picked up the photo to stuff into the farthest corner of his cupboard, the gun was revealed.

"What the–"

Just when he had thought he had figured Slade out, he had to admit that he absolutely hadn't. Maybe he was still trying to get Danila to kill him and wanted his fanciest gun to be used—it had the most intricate engraving Danila had ever seen, after all.

Or maybe he just wanted to be nice. That deadly art piece must have cost a small fortune.

[Meme]

Their uh vast differences in tastes, their dietary incompatibility, saves them from ever having to get to know each other too well.

Each thinks the other’s music is trash, too. Nyk refuses to play but, just look at him. Slade can tell. Garbage.

Long hair = weakness in battle. Someone’s gonna get their hair yanked but not in the sexy way Nyk likes. The other way.

send in  🎲 and I will roll a d20 to decide how likely the chances are of our muses being in a ship

19!

15-19 Romantic ship!

Alternatively send in 🛌 and I will roll the d20 to see how likely our muses are to have sex

6!

2-10 They just aren’t interested in having sex.

“...Okay?”