#otp: I do not believe that any darkness will endure

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Details

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, dom/sub dynamics, abuse, murder, childhood trauma (mentioned). Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

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This fanfiction is born from my dissatisfaction with the way Kai was criminally underutilized in the TVDU. Honestly, I found him annoying at first, but he grew on me as season 6 went on. Thru Chris Wood's charming performance, Kai stole the show for me. I'll never forgive the showrunners for a lot of things, including underutilizing Chris Wood in this role & not allowing this broken king to have a real redemption arc.

On the topic of the showrunners, I'll never forgive them for how they did Bonnie Bennett or the Bennetts in general with how they were limited to magical plot devices for everyone else's use without any appreciative focus on their power & how it could really benefit them. Even though I love Bonnie & Kai, my otp endgame for her has always been Bonenzo, but I also adore Klonnie ❤️.

My AU changed and added plenty of lore around his coven & certain events. The plot follows the life of Bonnie's younger sister, Rosalina "Rose" Bennett-Ruiz. I go on to describe her below, but I'd like to state that she acts as Kai's antithesis as an innocent, fledgling witch. She's also Bonnie's support system. I always hated how the show often ignored that Bonnie lacked family around her that were unconditionally there for her. Bonnie's mom left when she was small, she lost her grams in season 1, and her father was a non-factor in her life until he returned... just to get killed off in front of her.

I wrote Rose & Bonnie's dynamic keeping in mind everything I hate about older sibling/younger sibling dynamics, like the one between Buffy and Dawn in BTVS. Bonnie deserves family that consistently supports her, encourages her to prioritize her well-being, and actually tries to lessen the existing load on her shoulders.

Another thing I kept in mind when adding Rose to my TVD AU is not to have her replace or take away Bonnie’s space in the plot. Now, I do give her Bonnie's plotline of being sent to the prison world in season 6, but this is essential to the story, and the way Bonnie was treated that season made me so sad that I have no problem taking traumatic experiences from her (of which she has more than enough) and giving them to Rose.

Okay... if you made it through my rant, congrats. I also want to offer my inbox as a place where anyone can offer up requests, scenarios, ask questions, even if you want to roast my cruddy writing... my inbox is open.

🌹Rosalina "Rose" Bennett-Ruiz:🌹

Born: March 18th, 1994 (18yrs)

Gender: Female | Height: 5’1” | Hair color: Brown | Eye color: Hazel

Race/ethnicity: Black and Latino/Hispanic

Species: witch (Bennett)

Titles: Rosy (Kai), littlest witch (by Kol), kid (by Damon)

Characteristics:

Rose is a gentle and kind-hearted person, always looking for the good in people and situations. She can be a people pleaser and she’s naive and overly trusting, often seeing the best in everyone and believing in second chances.

She highly values family, so bonding with Bonnie means a lot her. Due to her naivety and weakness, she can be easily manipulated and taken advantage of. Like Bonnie she’s compassionate and tends to selflessly help others. Struggles with powerful spells because of her insecurity in her magical abilities

She enjoys singing, gardening (honing her nature-based magic, making potions & studying herbology), sewing and cooking (she bakes when she’s anxious)

She has a strong aversion to blood & violence so spending time with vampires took a lot of getting used to

Trilingual: fluent in Spanish & Portuguese

Despite her demure demeanor and virginal innocence, with her stuffed animal collection, enduring love of cartoons and a lack of dating, she harbors the secret desire to submit herself to a powerful dominant

Background:

Family: Bonnie Bennett (half-sister), Jamie Ruiz (half-brother), Abby Bennett-Ruiz (mother), Matteo Ruiz (father 🕊️), Sheila Bennett (maternal gm🕊️)

Rose was raised in Summersville, North Carolina. She was a child model until 13 when her father tragically died. She was the captain of her high school majorette dance team. Her life drastically changed when Bonnie arrived on her doorstep.

Rose was 16 when she & Bonnie would finally meet. Bonnie and Elena came to Abby for help with a spell. Rose was shocked to find that she had an older sister as Abby never mentioned Bonnie or the life she left behind in Mystic Falls. She was even more surprised upon finding out about her magical bloodline and that supernatural creatures walked the earth. Unlike Grams, Abby never mentioned magic throughout Rose’s life and even went as far to suppress her magic with a charmed necklace

After Abby is turned by Damon, she decides to leave her family to learn control and find peace as a fledgling vampire. Rose moves to Mystic Falls with Bonnie where she learns magic from her.

Magic doesn’t come naturally to her. Admittedly having a 50% accuracy rate with her spells. She struggles with her confidence & focus when chanting and spells drain her much quicker even when she tries channeling the energy around her. Despite this, Rose is determined to improve, valuing her one-on-one time with Bonnie and spending late nights on her own practicing & memorizing spells. She is determined to use her magic for good, prove herself and lessen the load on Bonnie as the resident Bennett witch of the group.

Her role in the Mystic Falls gang is the “Bennett witch in training” or “the bringer of baked goods” (according to Damon), since she often supplies their gatherings with fresh pastries. Everyone underestimates her power, even Bonnie. She tries to keep Rose out of danger unless she can’t help it.

🔪Malachai "Kai" Parker:🔪

Born: May 9, 1972 (22yrs)

Gender: Male | Height: 6'0" | Hair color: Dark Brown | Eye color: Blue-gray

Race/ethnicity: white/non-Hispanic

Species: siphoner (Gemini Witch coven)

Titles: abomination, black sheep, the defective twin (his coven)

Characteristics:

Charismatic with a charming smile. Upon meeting him, his charisma operates as a façade to hide his lack of empathy and his sadistic tendencies

Can be hard to read but that’s because he struggles with expressing his emotions which stems from his abusive childhood. He’s cold and relatively unfeeling with people, but once he lets someone in, he’s fiercely loyal and protective.

He can be observant, calculating and manipulative to taking advantage of someone and get what he wants

He’s a sassy man, often comes back with quick quips and has a natural sense of humor (typically dark humor)

When he’s comfortable, always yapping, has no filter and sucks with certain social cues. After being alone for nearly his whole life, will talk anyone's ear off without realizing they are not willing to listen

Kai can siphon all of a witch’s magic without killing them. He controls how the process feels - at its worst, a fast searing burn to a slight tingle. Overtime, a witch will regenerate their magic

High libido!!- He’s starved for touch and affection (though he would never admit that he needs anyone). Sexual desires reflect his sadistic personality as he enjoys dominating another person through absolute control and pain infliction

He likes raunchy comedies and media with half-naked women such as Bay Watch and MTV videos. A major foodie with constant cravings for sweet and salty snacks. He prefers snacking throughout the day but when he does bother to cook, it’s really good

He is fluent in old Latin, often found in grimoires and other ancient texts. Time allowed him to hone his knowledge of witchcraft and technique

Background:

The Parker family is the head of the Gemini coven. Its patriarch, Joshua Parker is the coven leader. Kai is the eldest child, being half an hour older than his fraternal twin, Josette. Unlike Jo, Kai was born without the ability to generate his own magic, instead siphoning magic from lingering spells, objects, or other witches. When he was young, he would naturally gravitate toward the magic of his sister, so Joshua quickly decided to physically isolate Kai from everyone for fear of his son's "defect" hurting others.

As fraternal twins born of the coven leader, Jo and Kai would be set to merge on their 22nd birthday, where the winner takes the other's magic and coven leadership and the loser dies and is absorbed into the other but with the risk of Kai's siphoning ability giving him an edge in the merge, Joshua and Viviane continued having kids until she birthed another set of twins that would merge instead.

Kai's upbringing was lonely, spending most of his time locked in his bedroom up in the attic. Following his father's lead, most of his family excluded and demonized him. As he grew, Kai learned to internalize the cruel labels they gave him. If they wanted a monster, they would get a monster and on his 22nd birthday, May 9th, 1994, he would finally act on his boiling rage and resentment toward his family, unleashing the hatred he accumulated through a lifetime of torment onto his siblings when Jo refused the merge. To protect the twins, she would relent to merge with him but the coven was waiting and with the help of Sheila Bennett they banished him to a prison world of complete isolation.

Each year that passed only added to his hunger for revenge, left with nothing to do but plan his escape and seizer of coven leadership. He grew to take pride in what he had done to his siblings and his status as a sociopath capable of killing anyone who gets in his way without remorse.

AU-Specific Lore:

Prison world Lore:

The prison world resets with the eclipse every 3 months.

Time works differently, so no one ages throughout their time there.

The prison world cannot create life so the only living inhabitants are those sent there or arrive via ascendant.

Kai is linked to the prison world so he can’t die. If something kills him, he’ll be out for a while depending on the damage but the magic will heal him back to life. Without Kai, the prison world falls apart so while he’s there, it sustains his life to sustain itself. Once he leaves, it ceases to exist.

The Ascendant - an ancient device created by the Gemini coven and a Bennett ancestor that only responds to a living Bennett’s blood and magic. The ascendant is sensitive to magic in general, so even when the spell is done right, it will activate then fall apart. You only have one chance at the time of the eclipse to correctly do the spell, which Kai knows from experience because early on he tried collecting a vial of Bennett blood that he hunted down in a hospital and using Josette's magic he siphoned from a hidden dagger. Disappointment boiled over into rage when he did the spell beneath the eclipse, the ascendant disassembled, but he was not transported out.

The Gemini Coven Lair:

Exists as a non-physical location where the coven keeps ancient texts, grimoires, enchanted items (talismans, gems, ascendants, etc.), and materials for spells & potions

Infinite space that can be utilized by the coven leader: often includes a space for magic instruction, a library, spell casting, a gathering area for the coven, etc.

Accessed only by portal, which is summoned by a spell entrusted to high-ranking Gemini members

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#lotredit #lotrgifs #tolkienedit #oneringnet #filmedit #fantasyedit #filmgifs #eowynedit #faramiredit #eowyn #faramir #otp: I do not believe that any darkness will endure #you heard the rumors from queue

[sardinesandhumbugs]

30 "when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart" with Ratty and Mole?

(Also, I haven't actually watched any starkid musicals those were suggested by @residentofskinnymandria but I will be looking into them this weekend :D)

A/N: Thank you for the prompt and for your patience! I procrastinated somewhat on this because for my other OTPs, I would usually go straight for the romance with a starter like this, but by now y'all know that when it comes to Ratty & Mole, the line between romantic and platonic tends to be up to reader interpretation :)

Also a shout-out to @wolfiethewriter for unwittingly providing inspiration for this ficlet, by getting hilariously drunk a few nights back during our Midnight Sun readthrough. I only hope you fared better the next morning than Rat :D

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Categorically, Rat knew there were worse ways to wake.

But, as Toad started on his fifth verse of 'What Shall We Do with the Drunken Sailor?' Rat found he could think of no such examples.

He muttered something unsavoury and buried himself deeper into the recesses of the caravan, far from the prying, headache-inducing light of day, and far, far away from Toad's over-exuberant singing – for what little good it would do him. For Toad had inherited his mother's operatic lungs, if quantifiably not her pitch-perfect tone, and both were on full display that morning.

(It could not be said that Toad was a bad singer. It was simply the case that enthusiasm preceded vocal form, and he cared little for meddling things such as keys or sharps and flats when the mood took him. Regardless, even if Toad's voice had been flawless, Rat wouldn't have had the patience for it. Not today. The careening key changes were just the icing on the cake.)

The song briefly rose as the caravan door opened, and Rat recoiled as much from the intrusion of light as he did from Toad's blasted singing. Then the aroma of eggs and bacon hit him, and he begrudgingly shuffled his snout out of the cool, dark safety of the bedcovers.

Mole stood before him, fried offering in paw, and looking significantly less the worse for wear after their previous night's inebriations than Rat. He grinned, and set the breakfast down on the table beside the bed. "Well," he said, "I've never seen you sleep in this late."

"This isn't sleeping in," Rat muttered. "It's suffering."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before drinking so much yesterday," Mole said, the faint admonishment in his tone outweighed by the amusement.

"I'm not a lightweight," Rat grumbled. "It's just whatever Toad puts in his damn drinks to make them green always knocks me out."

"And makes you very drunk, apparently."

Rat hesitated, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer to his next question. "How drunk?"

Mole grinned again. "Nothing too embarrassing. You mostly just gabbled and then got distressed when you couldn't pronounce a word properly."

"What word?"

"I believe it was library."

"...Library?" Rat echoed. "How–"

"You kept saying 'liblary' instead."

"Libla...?"

"Liblary, hm-mm. The second 'l' kept creeping in, however hard you tried otherwise." The humour in Mole's voice betrayed that Rat's efforts, while in vain, had been quite the show.

Rat considered this as best he could while the sensation of galloping horses gallivanted between his ears. Eventually he located what he hoped would be a safe question. "Why were we talking about libraries?"

"Oh, we weren't – just you. Goodness knows why, and we thought it best not to ask."

"DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, DON'T LET HIM STEER THAT CARGO FREIGHTER, URL-EYE IN THE MORNING!"

With a wince, Rat turned a reluctant ear to Toad's questionable shanty rendition, trying to figure out if the words were indeed what he was hearing, or whether it was simply the effects of the hangover. "What verse is Toad on now?"

Mole chuckled. "Ones of his own creation. I think he ran out of official verses he could recall a while back."

As if to compound that fact, Toad skipped the refrain entirely and overshot to the next verse, of which the origin was undoubtedly a Toad Special.

"PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, PUT HIM IN THE LIBLARY 'TIL HE'S SOBER, URL-EYE IN THE MORNING!"

Rat winced again. "I'm not living this one down, am I?"

"Oh, Toad will forget in time," Mole said, with surprisingly surety for someone who had spent only a day and a half in Toad's presence. But, then again, Toad was not the most complicated of creatures. However, Rat noted that Mole didn't make any mention of himself forgetting any time soon.

Mole nudged the plate closer to Rat. "Eat up. You'll feel better for it."

Rat had half a mind to make a comment about food being Mole's solution to everything, but then he caught another whiff of breakfast and his stomach gave an audible rumble. He pushed himself up and made a start on the meal.

"Just out of curiosity," Mole said, "why did you drink so much of Toad's cocktails if you know you always suffer the next day?"

"Honest answer?" Rat asked. "I forgot."

"You... forgot?"

"I had..." and Rat paused as Toad butchered another verse, "more pressing issues on my mind."

Both animals waited out Toad's latest crescendo, enduring the new volumes before he petered out to more acceptable levels.

"Would those issues be green and singing?" Mole asked.

"Usually."

Rat had worked his way through a rash and a half of bacon before Mole spoke again, and the distance between the words belayed an uneasy deliberation. "You didn't have to come along," Mole said. He sat on the bench that ran along the inner of the caravan, which served as table space and seating as the need arose, and the ledge was set just a smidgen too high so that his paws only brushed the floor. "You know, out on the open road. Not if you didn't want to."

"Ah, well," Rat said, "then who would keep you and Toad out of trouble?"

"I think we would have managed."

Rat squinted. "No offence, Moley, but I know you, and I know Toad–" he gestured to the window from which Toad's performance was still going strong, and then immediately regretted it as the alcohol residing in his system sent his head spinning "–and you are both many things, but 'out of trouble' is not one of them."

"We survived this morning without mishap."

There was a crash from outside, followed by a cry of, "It's alright! Everything's good! No need to check!" from Toad.

"Mostly," Mole amended.

"Definitely sounds like you have everything under control here," Rat deadpanned.

"I'm sure everything's fine."

There was another thump, this time accompanied by the unimpressed whinny of the horse.

Mole and Rat exchanged glances.

Mole closed the window. "Look, Ratty, all I'm saying is that you needn't have felt obliged to come along if you'd rather have stayed on your river." He glanced to the wicker luncheon basket that was still half-full from yesterday, and which had seemingly swayed Rat in his decision to accompany the caravan. "We could have had our picnics on the riverbank instead."

"We?" Rat echoed.

"Well, of course. Do you really think I would have gone off on the Life Adventurous without you?"

Rat didn't immediately respond. The horses in his head had calmed, but the outcome was simply that he had more space to think properly through the last couple of days. Truth be told, he hadn't quite been sure which Mole would have chosen – him or the open road – and he hadn't been interested in putting it to the test. His mind played back the eagerness with which Mole had rootled through the caravan, exploring the compact living wagon and settling in with an ease that made Rat wonder whether the caravan's claustrophobic space reminded Mole of his own beneath-ground home. It certainly was a far cry from Rat's riverbank abode, where the house had the space to sprawl along the shoreline and the freshwater breeze meant the air was never still. Not like being underground, he was sure.

"Ratty?"

He had been lost in his thoughts for too long, and now Mole leant into his line of vision. Rat had to think quickly to recall what exactly Mole had asked.

"No, of course not," he said. "Only – well, I would have hated for you to have stayed on the riverbank only on my behalf."

"Like you came along here on mine?"

“And for the picnics,” Rat added. “Don’t forget the picnics.”

“Right,” Mole said with a laugh that said he wasn’t buying Rat’s offhanded dismissal any more than Rat believed it. “How could I forget the picnics?” He patted Rat’s paw and swung off the seat. “Well, you can put all thoughts of picnics from your mind until you’ve recovered — and maybe in future we stick to drinks we’re familiar with, hm?”

“Maybe,” Rat conceded.

It was as Mole threw him one last grin and disappeared out of the caravan that Rat came to the reluctant conclusion that, whether or not his housemate was aware of it, Mole had him wrapped around his little claw. He set the emptied plate to one side and collapsed back into the bunk, thankful for the small mercy that at least Toad had stopped singing—

“Feeling better finally?”

Rat jolted back up, and had to steady himself against the table as his head swam. He located Toad at the window. “Toad! How long have you been there?”

“I don’t know; I wasn’t keeping track.” Toad leant in against the windowsill conspiringly. “If I had known all it’d take for you to join me would be the smile off an undergrounder, I’d have dug him out ages ago.”

Rat grumbled but decided he was still too hungover to bicker over it.

Besides, it was somewhat difficult to argue with when it was true.

#dratandbotherbotheranddrat #replies #cat writes #wind in the willows musical #witw fanfic #did I partially write this just for the amusement of 'what shall we do with the drunken sailor' being applied to rat? #...maybe #things I said I didn't write: drunk fics #things I have now written twice: drunk fics #wolfie you are a terrible influence #also mole has a stomach of steel and toad drinks his green drinks regularly #or regularly enough for him to be immune #so rat is the only one in the open road who is going to suffer #also on a rewatch I realised that the cocktails they drink at the beginning of 'the open road' aren't green #they just look that way in the light #but too late they're green now #it always amuses me how at the beginning of the open road #they start with cocktails and by the end have moved onto beer #oh and for what it's worth that mispronunciation of 'library' is one I am guilty of #not even when drunk either #also wolfie you didn't gabble don't worry #I'm just using how I behave when tired #also in the book toad gets rat to agree to the open road by convincing mole first #he literally realises that rat will agree if mole does #so he sets to work convincing mole instead #which im sorta leaning on here

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For the kiss prompts: "in the snow" and "life or death" if I can combine them like that? your call) for an otp of your choice.

IT IS DONE...I had no idea this would explode into such a long prompt lol. I mean, I gave it a title and even added a quote xD. Anyways, here you are :) Thanks SO much for the prompt! A bit angsty but I figured the prompt called for it! 

Under the cut because...wow...

I’d like to thank @spaced0lphin for her wonderful musical work, as it provided inspiration to write this piece and @theoriginalladya for checking it over 

When I Took to the Sky 

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time… It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other. Leo Buscaglia

Arcing through the debris, the drop shuttle came to rest amidst the debris of a ship, snow puffing up into the air as it landed; flakes sparkling as they danced and whirled in the air before once again coming to rest on the ground. Pulling on his gloves, the pilot reached for his helmet resting on the passenger seat and tugged it on, twisting it snug with a snap. 

He took a deep, steadying breath...and stepped out onto Alchera. 

Ever since Niall had received the message from Admiral Hackett about placing a memorial here, he’d been pushing it aside. A memorial to honor those who’d laid down their lives for the Alliance. Hardly seemed enough, considering how dismissive the findings the crew of the Normandy had presented. But the fact he was employed by Cerberus now was cause for surprise in being contacted. Other questions followed though; why had the Alliance waited so long to decide on a memorial? Had he not rose from the grave like Lazarus, would they even have bothered? 

Once he’d agreed, he continued to push it aside. There were other missions to take precedence, a ragtag bunch of crew members to hunt down and recruit, and the Illusive Man to annoy - his personal favorite agenda. Anything took precedence over coming here. He simply wasn’t ready to face the part of his past which had changed everything.  There was hope coming here would heal old wounds, rather than deepen them.  

His steps were measured, faltering when he came upon a piece of the Normandy, his mind thrown back in time invoking memories he’d suppressed of a life changing event from over two years ago.

Two fecking years! 

It was a constant struggle to process the passage of time; dying and then being resurrected without any knowledge of it.  

Pausing at the mako, he was thrown into the past, scenes flashing behind his eyes…Kaidan's white knuckled grip as Niall slid the tank through snow and ice up the mountain on Noveria; Ashley yelling with uncontained glee as he'd skidded close to the edge of the lava pools on Feros; Garrus' mandibles twitching when he'd observe the mako on return to the Normandy; Kaidan's resignation upon being turned down again upon his request to drive...the near kiss they'd shared inside the cab a few hours before their last drop when their world ended.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the approach of another drop shuttle.

A sound came from behind him, out of place in the absolute stillness around him. Niall whirled, one hand reaching for his maglocked weapon, the other erupting in a blue glow. Setting eyes on the source, both hands dropped to his side in shock. 

Kaidan.

Right away, he noticed he LT had changed. They’d spent so much time together; on the ship, off the ship, on the battlefield, he’d learned the LT’s subtle mannerisms. Gone was the quiet, sensitive marine soldier with stars in his eyes, the romantic he’d claimed to be back on the SR-1. In the eyes staring back at him carefully, in the posture of the man before him, there was a confidence and maturity he’d not had before. There was also doubt. 

It's me, Niall wanted to say, to reassure. It just wasn't so simple.

He watched the play of emotions in the deep brown eyes he'd dreamed about so often. Their eyes locked and he was thrown back in time. Although for him, it was only a few months ago...not two years, when they’d been sitting in the mess on the SR-1, drinking coffee and going over their notes on the Terminus. Niall had been going on about the goose chase they'd been sent on...

“I cannae believe they sent us out to the arse end of space for nothing! Wasted two fucking weeks looking for something which isnae even here.” He slammed his fist on the table, other soldiers in the mess startled at his outburst. Niall ignored them. 

“I’m sure they just wanted us out of the way but we’ll find something, Shepard. We just have to be patient.” 

Niall snorted, “My patience ran dry about an hour inta this mission. I’ll contact those doaty bampots and tell 'em what I really think.” 

Kaidan chuckled, took a sip of his coffee before answering, “Not your best idea by a long shot.” 

Winking at him and enjoying the slight blush across the cheeks, Niall smiled, “Aye but it’ll be fun and blow off some steam.” 

In the end, nothing came of it as the ship rocked hard to port and alarms began to blare around them...

A cough brought him back to the present, watching the brown eyes change in the light, the initial confusion fading to doubt, then replaced with wariness. 

"Who are you?" The first words to be spoken aloud between them, in the same velvety rasp which had haunted Niall’s dreams.

They cut deep, hurt worse than any wound he’d endured. He straightened up, pushing the pain away and answered. 

“Who d'ya think it is? Jolly ol' St. Nick? Tis me, Kaidan. Niall.” He felt like he was stating the obvious, words coming out sharper than intended. 

Silence followed his outburst, the sound of wind wailing in the distance filling the stillness. As the quiet stretched on, Niall reflected on the situation, quickly realizing if roles were reversed, he'd be suspicious as well. Indignation sailed away like a balloon on the wind.

Ready to apologize, Kaidan spoke before Niall could ready his words, “I thought--” voice hoarse with agony, he choked on whatever he’d been about to say, unable to continue. Looking away from Niall, he composed himself, took a deep breath and despite his attempt to remain calm, blurted, “You...you were dead.” 

Biting his tongue against voicing the LT’s mighty powers of observation, Niall fought for something a wee bit more serious and relatable. Now wasnae the time for jokes. 

“Aye," the words ‘but now I’m not’ still echoing in the air between them. How could he begin to explain what he dinnae understand himself? As if he were stuck in quick sand, he felt the more he tried to climb out, the deeper he sank. 

“So, the rumors were true.” 

“Och, aye, guess they were.” 

“When?” 

The wealth of emotion in the single word struck Niall right in the heart, nearly making him stagger from the pain. He fought for an answer, disregarding one after another as they came to him. 

With a heavy sigh, he decided on the truth, “Several months ago.” The dark brows inside the black helmet furrowed downwards into a frown he was all too familiar with. Even to his own ears the response sounded lame. “I dinnae know until then. I was...uh...I doonae even know what to call it...brought back to life?” He threw his hands up in frustration. 

Disbelief followed his statement, turning quickly to suspicion. He could see the change in Kaidan's eyes through the visor. Tone flat, he echoed, “Brought back to life." At Niall’s nod of confirmation, his voice rose, "How is such a thing even possible? Who is...capable of such a thing?” 

Knowing how Kaidan felt about the organization, Niall didn't spare him the facts. He'd find out anyway. “Cerberus.” 

The climate of Alchera was cold and frigid, unfit for flora or fauna to sustain life. Even inside his armor, Naill could feel the chill in the air and had simply wanted to walk through the ruins and leave quickly. He’d never expected to find a dog tag or get lost in memories. 

And now, with his confession, the temperature seemed to drop even further; at least where the two of them stood. Kaidan stared at him for several long, agonizing seconds. He didn’t bother answering, turning around and walking away.

Niall jumped forward, his gloved hands capturing Kaidan’s stopping him, “Wait, please. Don’t go.” 

His gaze dropped down to where their hands were joined; Niall's did as well, heart skipping in his chest. “Please.” He wasn't above begging, not when it came to Kaidan. 

Pulling his hand from Niall’s, Kaidan turned away; yet, he didn’t leave. Several minutes went by; Niall held his breath. “How could you? It’s...they’re Cerberus! You know what they’ve done. The...the things we saw!” 

Fully aware of what his impassioned words implied, Niall felt his anger rise in response, “Did ya think I had a choice in this? As if I could pick and choose who would ha’ the honors of...of fixing...of rebuilding me? Fuck! I wouldnae have chosen this at all...if anyone had ever bothered to ask me first. But here I am and will damn well make the best of it, ya ken?”

Silence stretched on around them. “Are you…you?” Kaidan whispered.

How many times had he looked in the mirror wondering the exact same thing? “I doonae know, Kaidan…" He repeated in a whisper, "I doonae know."

With the admission, he could not look at Kaidan anymore, gazed around them instead. He saw a glint of something shiny; another set of dog tags perhaps. 

To fill the void, he explained, “Saw something sparkle in the sun shortly after I landed. Walked over and found a set of dog tags belonging to Pressly. As I wandered among the wreckage I found more from the crew...the ones who…” he couldn’t say it out loud, felt a hand settle on his shoulder. 

Startled, he turned to stare at it, unable to process the gesture with Kaidan’s protests from a few short minutes ago. Did he believe him now or was it all just for show? Yet, Kaidan had never been superficial. Something Niall admired about him, then and now. 

“We’ll do it together.” The words startled him even more than the touch, but he was grateful. 

“Aye. Tapadh leat.” **

Searching the pieces of the Normandy side by side. As the looked, Niall noticed the sky darkening overhead. Caught up in the past, neither of them had paid any attention. A storm was approaching; a large one. Seeing another glint of metal, Niall brushed off the snow and wrapped the chain around his gloved fingers. 

The storm had intensified and was coming at them fast and furious. There wasn’t time for them to get to their drop shuttles and leave.

He turned and tapped on Kaidan’s helmet. “We need to take cover. Now! Get inside one of the drop shuttles!” Niall took off at a dead run towards the one closest, Kaidan hot on his heels. 

Jumping inside, Niall slammed his fist against the touchpad, shutting the door just as the storm growled over them, ice chips beating a staccato against the steel hull. Wind buffeted the Kodiak, causing it to rock before sliding a few inches along the ground. Unable to radio out and with no one able to contact them, they were sitting ducks at the mercy of the storm.  

Niall reached up and took off his helmet, scrubbing his shorn, itchy scalp with gloved fingertips. 

“You...you’re...the scars?” Kaidan finally managed. 

Niall had forgotten. Not completely healed when the Lazarus project had been sabotaged, he was left with scars where his skin hadn’t had time to knit back together. Chakwas told him by remaining calm they would eventually heal and fade but with stress, they would remain...or get worse. 

Well...

He turned towards Kaidan, their eyes locking. Niall wasn’t the man he’d been the last time they’d seen each other. 

“Aye, scars. I wasnae fully healed when...well, when I was brought out of my coma.” He went to replace his helmet. 

Kaidan stopped him, hand on his arm. “No, don’t. I don’t care what you look like, Niall. I just...I was surprised.” 

He nodded. No moreso than he when he first looked in the mirror. The image staring back at him had been a great shock. That mirror had been replaced. Niall went and sat down on the bench in the back; Kaidan remained standing, neither one speaking as the storm raged on outside. It might last an hour or maybe days. 

“Look, Kaidan--”

“Niall, I--”

Both of them spoke at once. Niall gave a weak grin as Kaidan chuckled and he noticed the pink hue covering the tips of the ears. Some things hadn’t changed. He felt as if a weight had been lifted and he’d been granted a boon. 

Looking at Kaidan straight on, he began again, “I ken how it looks. I do. But, before you draw and quarter me, I dinnae now what to do, where to go. The Alliance won’t ha’ me now and I talked with Anderson and Hackett. They know what’s going on with the human abductions. The Council won’t listen.” He spat the name, no more enamored with them than in the past. “What would ya ha’ me do?” 

“Plead your case, push them. Be relentless like you were before. They have to see reason.” 

Shaking his head at Kaidan’s blind faith, he countered, “Do they? Have they ever? Have ya forgotten Sovereign? The Citadel doesnae even remember, the damage wwept away like so much garbage, forgotten and moved on.” 

The shoulders slumped. Niall studied him, drinking in the sight of a man he hadn’t realized how much he’d begun to care about. Until he was gone. Yet, here he was right in front of him. And they were arguing, Kaidan too blind to see what was so obvious. He stood up, stepping forward until they were nearly nose to nose. Kaidan looked up. 

Niall lost himself in the brown eyes, a golden amber when the light overhead caught them just right. How had he never noticed before? The laugh lines spreading out from the corners of his eyes, the freckles above his right eyebrow. So many details he’s missed. No, he’d never bothered to find. Now, he noticed them all...and more. 

Adrenaline surged in his blood, excitement unfurling within him. He remembered the scars over Kaidan’s lips, wanting to touch them, see how they felt beneath his fingertips...against his tongue. They were right there in front of him now. Overcome with a tidal wave of pent up emotions, he acted on impulse. 

Leaning forward, he captured Kaidan’s mouth with his, losing himself in the scent and taste of him, in the soft lips, his tongue tracing the scars...finally. 

Lost in a longing he had no name for, it took Niall several seconds to register there was no reciprocation. His heart twisted painfully inside his chest. So, this was it, then. He took a deep breath, ready to apologize. But, as he stepped away, he stumbled, Kaidan surging forward to initiate the kiss this time. 

The Kodiak faded away, as did the storm outside. Only the two of them existed in this perfect moment and Niall drank it up like a parched man in the desert until they both broke away, simply in order to breathe. 

** thank you, Scottish Gaelic, informal

#prompt #laelior #mshenko #mass effect #Niall Shepard #Kaidan Alenko

[morwensteelsheen]

Faramir

thank you!!! 👑

1: sexuality headcanon—

okay i hate the kinsey typology but it’s probably the best way for me to explain this, so: he’s a kinsey 2, but not in the unempowered/unwoke way that is typically implied for men who hit around that area on the scale. he’s definitely aware of his interest in men and not scared/upset by it—especially when he’s younger—but is very much of the Big Sweeping Romance mindset so would never go for men romantically because of the obvious barriers to relationships there.

2: otp—

“Éowyn, Éowyn, White Lady of Rohan, in this hour I do not believe that any darkness will endure!” drama queens the both of ‘em. love ‘em. would die for ‘em.

3: brotp—

im actually of the opinion that he’s very much a My Wife Is My Best Friend I Don’t Need Anyone Else kind of guy, so I don’t really have a brotp for him. definitely not aragorn, i think their friendship starts to wither a bit after the first of aragorn’s wars. their working relationship stays good imo, but yeah, i think the friendship thing loses its sheen. anyways, i digress.

4: notp—

éomer/faramir. nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope. nope! n o p e ! !

5: first headcanon that pops into my head—

this is because i was thinking about the aragorn stuff but:

eldarion and elboron are born within a couple years of one another—eldarion first, elboron second. aragorn goes off on some of his wars of imperial expansion during their childhoods, but mostly pauses when eldarion is in his teens. when eldarion is nineteen, elboron seventeen, aragorn charges off after the easterlings. the plan is for eldarion to sit this one out so that he can learn how to rule, with faramir helping eldarion in minas tirith, and elboron learning his part in ithilien with éowyn. at the last minute, aragorn concedes to eldarion and lets him come, which in turn makes elboron enormously angry that he’s being barred from going (especially given that faramir was “allowed” to join up when he was seventeen). in the end, elboron is pacified by getting sent on a tour of the northern kingdom, but it’s not without a huge amount of heartache at emyn arnen, and it’s one of the major moments when faramir’s staunch anti-war position clashes viscerally with aragorn’s programme of action, and does actually start to tarnish how faramir thinks about aragorn and his relationship to his rule.

6: one way in which i relate to this character—

i also babble relentlessly about history when given half a chance lol

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character—

oh god, the aggressive dad behaviour towards sam and frodo at the end of window on the west. it’s too much, i hate it and can’t cope. frodo’s old as shit, man!! stop mollycoddling him!!

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?—

neither? like he’s not a cinnamon roll but he’s not problematic either. imo he should be bullied more by the fans but in the correct way (eg. he’s a drama queen, a cringe nerd, too up-himself) and not in the incorrect way (eg. woobiefication).

#asks

[shi-daisy]

The Phoenix and the Dragon

Yet again we've arrived at Ulquihime week! Gotta confess I'm not much of a Christmas person but I do look forward to December for my OTP week. Everyone puts so much love and effort into their entries that it's hard not to be excited. Okay so today's theme is Crossover and I wanted to pick something that wasn't likely to be repeated by someone else, so leave it to my nostalgic mind to go 'What about a Winx Club crossover?' Thus here we are! This little one-shot is based on one of my fave childhood shows and one of the first villain ships I ever had. (Yes, my 10-year-old self hardcore shipped Darkar & Bloom) 😅 Hope you like it! (Spoilers for some aspects of season 2 of Winx Club. I'm taking from the 4kids version of the show and Nickelodeon special btw. And some mild spoilers for the second movie.)

Also for those who do know the winx cast and want to know who is who in the crossover here it is.

Orihime- Bloom

Ulquiorra- Darkar/Avalon

Tatsuki- Stella

Shizuka- Layla

Ichigo- Prince Sky

Isshin- Errendor

Sora- Daphne

Unohana- Faragonda

Okay now that's all set, here's the fic!

@ulquihimeweek​

Ulquihime Week- Day 1 Crossover

The Phoenix and the Dragon

Orihime awoke in a dimly lit room. She didn't remember much, just going into Professor Schiffer's office and then...'And then he changed and turned into the Phoenix.'

"I can sense you. Just come out of the shadows already." She muttered.

Ulquiorra obliged, no longer looking like a human but in his true form as the Shadow Phoenix.

To her he didn't look much different, his skin was paler but his other features remained the same. He had large dark wings and a tail, along with tear markings.

"I should've known it was you. We get warmed about a Shadow Phoenix and next thing we know a new professor shows up at our school."

He chuckled. "Yes well, that didn't occur to you as we bonded, Ms. Inoue."

She lowered her head in shame. Since Ulquiorra arrived at Alfea he had become her favorite teacher, and even offered to teach her about her home kingdom, Sparx, which had been destroyed when she was just a baby.

"Is that why you brought me here? To taunt me?!"

"No, darling. I have other plans for you. Or should I say us?"

"I'll never collaborate with you!"

"You say that now, but you might change your mind after I explain my plans to you."

She frowned, but at the moment there was nothing she could do. Orihime sighed. "Fine. I suppose I can listen to you for a while."

"I appreciate it. First I must ask you something. What do you know about me, Orihime Inoue? Who do you think I am?"

"Headmistress Retsu told us you were once human. That you came to the underealm to try and find the shadow fire, but that it's power consumed you and that now you're seeking to take over the magic universe.

I also know that you came to our school and posed as a professor until now..."

"The headmistress is a wise woman, studious too since she appears to know my origins well, the one commonly excepted that is."

"What do you mean?"

"Indeed, I was once human, that I came here to study the Shadow Fire, but it's power didn't overtake me. For you see, I willingly submitted to it. I'm the one in control, always have been. And while I do wish to take over the magic dimension it is not for my own gain."

"Why else would you want to take over?"

"I want this dimension to change. I want to tear down the structures that bind its kingdoms. I've wanted that since I was a human.

You see, darling, the structures of this dimension are so very ancient and so very obsolete. The squabbles between kingdoms have led to so much war, to destruction, to sadness... Just look at what happened to Sparx."

"My kingdom was destroyed by the ancient witches. Not by war."

"You're right, but your kingdom had a close ally. An ally that should've saved you from the witches, yet instead bargained to have them take your kingdom and spare them. The king of Eraklyon made said bargain."

Orihime grew dizzy. 'No, no it can't be! Ichigo's father wouldn't do that! This is a lie!"

"You think I'm lying, don't you?"

"Of course you're lying! King Isshin wouldn't do that, neither would Ichigo!"

"Analyze the situation, darling. Eraklyon was your closest ally, and yet they didn't suffer any damage as Sparx was destroyed. Your parents vanished, your brother died saving you, your planet is now an icy wasteland. Yet Eraklyon stands as the richest land in Magix. As for your little prince, he was merely a child when this took place, but I don't doubt he'd keep it a secret from you, he has done so before."

Orihime felt as if her skin was catching fire. She hated to be reminded of that lie, to think back when Ichigo had hidden his royal lineage and engagement to a princess. She'd forgiven him, of course, and they were a couple once again, but deep inside she still distrusted him. And a part of her did think Ulquorra's words were true.

'Maybe that's why his father disapproved of us. Not because I'm a princess of a destroyed kingdom, but because my kingdom's destruction was partly his fault...'

"You see, darling. That's only one example of plenty I can give you. All of these realms need someone truly wise to rule them."

"Even if I believed you, that doesn't mean I'll join you. I don't want to kill anyone."

"Who said anything about killing? There are plenty of ways to dethrone a ruler. That's what I crave to do darling. Imagine it, a dimension without destroyed kingdoms, without arranged marriages, without squabbles for the throne. We'd be the only rulers, the royals would be our regents, they'd have to abide by what we demand."

Ulquiorra's eyes glowed green as he spoke. She had seen him like that before in his humanoid form. His eyes always sparkled as he thought her class about History and asked them to be part of the change.

"Ulquiorra, I think it's wonderful that you're trying to make the universe better, but I fail to see why would want me to join you. I'm no leader."

Orihime felt Ulquiorra's cold hand gently lift her chin. "Orihime, you're the only person I've ever met worthy of wearing such a crown.

The reason I posed as a teacher at Alfea wasn't to further my plans, or to steal the codex but to observe you. In just a few months you made such great progress that I couldn't help but be convinced you were worthy of sharing my crown, of carrying the dragon flame, of ruling over Magix.

You came from Earth yet quickly adapted to this dimension, to its power and its costumes. You're kind, fierce, strong, I couldn't ask for a better queen."

He noticed Orihime's pale skin turn bright red, and her sliver eyes grow misty. "No one's ever really praised me like that. Thank you."

He smirked. "I'll be sure to do so more often in the future then."

With a snap of Ulquiorra's fingers, her bounds disappeared. Orihime stood up, directly facing Ulquiorra.

He took her hands in his and directly stared into her eyes, silver meeting emerald. "Orihime Inoue, will you join me in my quest to bring peace and order to the magic dimension?"

It wasn't easy, she didn't want to leave her friends, her school, or even Ichigo. Even after what she learned it felt wrong to vanish without a word.

'But it must be done. Tatsuki-chan will be free to choose who she marries, Nemu-san won't be forced to follow the path her father wants for her, Shizuka-chan won't have to take the throne of the harmonic nebula...even Ichigo would now be free to make his own choices. This would be for the best.'

With a beautiful smile and newfound determination, Orihime finally responded. "Yes, I will."

"Then it is done, our power is now bound."

She could feel a surge of dark magic taking over, but it wasn't unpleasant. Her characteristic blue fae dress was now black and her fairy wings had turned grey. Orihime also noticed Ulquiorra's form slightly changed, his dark wings now had accents of green and he resembled his humanoid form a little more.

"It's the bond." He told her after noticing her confusion. "Light cannot exist without dark and vice versa. As such my darkness had to take some of your light and your light had to take some of my darkness."

Shadow Fire & Dragon Fire were united at last. Orihime was certain that now she and Ulquiorra would be unstoppable. 'We'll fix everything soon.'

"What shall we do now?"

"Since I've acquired all the pieces of the codex, I was thinking we could go to the Relix dimension. Your parents might've vanished there after the destruction of Sparx."

"My parents...I never thought it'd be possible to reach them."

"It is, my darling. We'll bring them back and then return Sparx to its former glory. After that, we can finally reshape the magic dimension into what it should've been from the beginning."

For the first in a long while, Orihime felt like she was doing things right. It would take her friends some time to forgive her, but she knew in time she would join them again. 'I'm doing this for all of us. For me, and for him.'

She gently kissed Ulquiorra's cheek, he blushed at the gesture. "I was not expecting that."

"I'm still a little miffed at you for pretending to be a professor but if we're to be in harmony as rulers this is a good place to start."

"Then I guess I should do my part too."

Ulquiorra wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a passionate kiss. Orihime quickly blushed and playfully shoved him as he let go of her.

"Show off."

"Guilty as charged."

"Y'know, I remember seeing paintings back on earth with dragons and phoenixes together as a couple. Do you think that was a prediction?"

"It could be, after all, the most enduring romances are likely to echo through many universes."

#uhweek2020 #ulquihime #orihime x ulquiorra #Ulquiorra Schiffer #Orihime Inoue #Day 1: Crossover #Winx Crossover AU

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

Most BL OTPs are quite evenly tempered, maybe with the exception of TinCan; however, Tharn and Type are the complete opposites. Though, I wouldn’t describe them as fire and ice, but rather FIRE AND WATER. They shouldn’t work together - they are so different and have so many odds stacked against them with Type’s childhood trauma and temper and Tharn’s abandonment issues - but somehow they do and are perfect, making each other better and happy. That’s why they represent the epitome of enduring love for me. They are like two magnets that attract. When water meets fire, it creates a violent reaction, in their case it’s magical, gorgeous firework, and so maybe it’s apt that their chemistry is sizzling. The way their clothes are color-coordinated in this particular scene fittingly portrays and underlines this duality of their characters, the beautiful symbolism of it. 

Type is a fiery spirit with that dark fierce, almost feral, look in his eyes, ready to burn though everything and everyone who stands in his way, while Tharn is the water that soothes him, calm and serene, and in his arms the inferno turns into a flickering fire that radiates so much light and gives so much warmth and love that it melts and heals Tharn’s broken heart. Type’s temper has always been a character flaw, but with Tharn’s help he’s managed to control it and slowly turn it into an asset. It’s a part of that neverending fierceness that is inherent to Type and that will never entirely extinguish and Tharn wouldn’t wish for it to wane, he wouldn’t wish for Type to change or be anything else other than he is, because it’s one of the many things which draw him to Type, his fire, the unbending, fierce nature of his soul - it’s what allowed Type to survive and overcome what had happened to him in his past. From Tharn, it’s this complete acceptance of everything Type is. That doesn’t mean that water can’t be dangerous, it can turn into a storm if provoked, but most of the time, Tharn uses his ability to calm and comfort Type, taming him with his gentle heart. They are truly two parts of one whole and kindred spirits.

When Type’s temper flares most of the times it’s usually Tharn who is the recipient of it. And each time, he unfailingly springs into action and soothes and controls it. Until now, it’s always been Tharn who’s solved Type’s problems and comforted him when he’s falling apart: dealing with the Facebook posts, chasing away his dark dreams and memories, helping him confront and purge his past and fears, shielding him, giving him his unconditionally trust and neverending patience when Type’s struggled with his newfound feelings, giving into his demands to keep their relationship a secret,...

And deep down, Type has known it, but it’s San’s words which make him finally look the truth in the eye and face the fact how unfairly he’s been treating Tharn, who’s given him so much, so much of himself, while asking so very little in return. Tharn’s always been Type’s rock, his beacon in the darkness, steadfast and always there for him, Now, it’s Type’s turn to reciprocate all of the love he’s received, comforting Tharn when he falls apart, trust him and stand by him come hell or high water,...Thus, the story will come full circle.

Type has already grown so much, no longer being that selfish boy who lashed out at everything, disregarding everyone else’s feelings and not being able to see past his own pain and needs. All for the love of Tharn. He’s been gradually giving more and more of himself, thinking more about Tharn’s feelings and respecting them, self-admittedly for Tharn’s sake, wanting to treat Tharn right and be a good boyfriend he deserves because Tharn deserves only the best. 

Even Champ and Techno notice the changes. While previously, Type used to avoid talking about his lover, now he’s waxing lyrical about how handsome he is and how much he loves him, openly smiling like the fool in love he is when Champ teases him about it. He even beams everytime, Tharn sends him a new text. Not only that, he’s actually admitting he is Tharn’s boyfriend to more and more people and actually calls himself like that in front of them - Techno, San, P’Jeed and her husband, Lhong - because Tharn deserves better than being reduced to Type’s dirty little secret and such secrecy can be toxic and Type’s finally realizing it. He, too wants to show everyone that Tharn’s belongs to him and it seems that once he begins he doesn’t seem to stop. He even visits Tharn’s family, where everyone knows that he’s Tharn’s “special” friend. Frankly, at this rate, it’s only matter of time before he’ll announce their relationship on his Instagram. He’s even curbing his temper for Tharn’s sake because he doesn’t want Tharn to be sad or have any problems because of him. When P’Jeed calls him Tharn’s boyfriend he doesn’t mind and when Lhong viciously mentions that whole Facebook disaster, he doesn’t lash out only because Lhong’s Tharn’s friend. 

Also, notice how Tharn immediately places his hand on Type’s shoulder to calm him, to let him know everything is alright and that he is there for him. I think Techno still can’t believe how well did Type behave in that bar. Finally, say hello to Type Thiwat who has become the biggest expert on Tharn throughout the known universe and beyond because he wouldn’t allow anyone to know Tharn better than him.

Type has become so attached and dependant on Tharn for love and comfort that even in his anger or fear he instinctively seeks his touch to allevate his worries, clutching onto him for support and comfort, gaining calm and strength from him, making sure that he doesn’t disappear.

It’s been so satisfying and rewarding to watch Type’s journey as he gradually transforms from the human disaster, hindered by his past, pride and ago, he used to be in the very beginning into the thoughtful, understanding person he is in LbC, where he’s basically everyone’s relationship counselor and savior. Type’s growth didn’t happen over the course of one episode, it’s been a gradual process, involving all those many steps foward and some necessary steps back because mistakes always teach you the hardest and most valuable lessons. 

There is this one moment which I love to bits when Tharn tells Type that he doesn’t have to push himself because he can wait for him however long it takes (something he’s been doing since the very beginning), which shows why Type has been able to walk so far and overcome so many of his own flaws and insecurites, it’s because Tharn is ALWAYS THERE FOR HIM, either walking by his side ready to catch him when he stumbles or falls or patiently waiting at the end of the road with his arms and heart opened for him, his devotion and love never changing. And I’m happy to see Gulf Kanawut become this character so wholly that he doesn’t merely play Type, HE IS TYPE.

San’s speech affects Type immensely, particularly his heartbreaking admission how much he loved Tharn, but he never got the chance. That particular confession hits Type hard because it makes him fully realize how rare and special is the love he shares with Tharn. Not only to love someone, but also to be loved in return. The whole thing is actually a heartfelt advice for Type, in which San’s telling him that he got his chance at love and he should cherish and fight for it and never let go of it or let it slip through his fingers, otherwise he might regret it for the rest of his life. It’s one of the reasons why Type confesses so profoundly that he never wants to break up with him and lose him.

#tharntype #tharntype the series #mewgulf #mew suppasit #analysis #ttepisode9

[blitheringmcgonagall]

002 for Remus?

@of-stars-and-moon thank you so much love 😍😍

How I feel about Remus:

I absolutely adore Remus with my whole heart. He’s bloody wonderful - Snape apologists can fuck off with their excuses for his awful behaviour. Remus has a horrible, lonely childhood, had to endure monthly torture when he transformed, his mother died by 1981, he was unable to get a job (until Snape then forced him to lose it and all chances of any future ones), lost all his best friends etc (too sad to think about it) yet somehow managed to be a kind, empathetic teacher, with a snarky sense of humour, who continued to believe it was worth risking his life to build a better one for future generations despite how cruelly he was treated by the same Wizarding world. He’s not perfect obviously, but he’s bloody close.

All the people I ship romantically with Remus:

Sirius Black most of all, I really love that ship so much. There’s so much tension and potential for angst and fluff and humour with them. I really dislike the Tonks-Remus dynamic in canon, but I do occasionally like reading fanfic Tonks - much, much nicer than the canon version imo. (In reality though it’s just Wolfstar)

My non romantic OTP for Remus:

I love both Lily and James for that. I have an AU headcanon that Remus and Lily set up a detective agency, and I think that my next marauders AU will involve that??? I kind of had them doing that already in canon in  We Can Be Heroes as you know ;)) 

My unpopular opinion about Remus:

He should have stood up to the others when they bullied Snape in Snape’s Worst Memory. We see him frowning but not moving. It makes sense that he didn’t though, because:

- he knew Snape was a dickhead and always involved in the dark arts from early on plus lost no opportunity to hex James (and vice versa) plus calling people racial slurs (it trips off Snape’s tongue fat too easily when he says it impulsively in the same memory) so he probably thought it was payback for prior wrongdoings?

- he felt he owed his friends everything for accepting him as he was, and risking Azkaban to help him, so he probably wouldn’t berate them in public.

- he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself due to his furry little problem.

But he should have (I love that they aren’t perfect though, especially as teens!)...

One thing I wish had happened with Remus in canon:

I wish he hadn’t ended up dead. Like did JKR REALLY have to kill off every single Marauder?? Could he not have lived and at least Harry would have had one uncle?? Ideally though, I want Wolfstar to be canon, them to grow old gracefully together and be the old married couple that Snape referred to in Prisoner of Azkaban!!

My OTP:

Surprisingly, Wolfstar

My crossover ship:

Due to an excellent prompt from @therealrjlupin​ to do a LOTR and Marauders crossover, I wrote Ithildin and Silmë and my crossover ship is now Remus as Eowyn and Sirius as Faramir, I know that sounds bonkers, but I actually like how it came out???

A headcanon fact:

Remus started going for Wild Swims with his father in the freezing cold sea after he was bitten by Greyback. It was the one thing that worked to calm him - the cold sea shocked any other feelings or sensations and left him able to be fully in that moment. He hated getting undressed in front of others but he was alright with his parents seeing him. Sometimes in the depth of winter at Hogwarts he would break the thin ice over the lake and go for a short swim by himself at dawn. When Sirius found out he was incredibly impressed.

He also plays the violin - the bittersweet strings suit him...

I went on again...!!

#thank you 💕💕💕💕💕 #love you asma #lovely asks! #remus lupin #remus lupin headcanons

[allie-and-her-fandoms]

Waiting For A Storm

Author's Notes: Hey guys, it is time I posted another Fairy Tail fanfiction, starring my other FT OTP, Gruvia. I wrote this fic as a gift for my Internet wife and best friend, @ship-ambrosia, whose birthday is today. Thank you for everything you've done for me, Bree. You're the Juvia to my Gray and let me say that the day I met you was the best day of my life. We became friends thanks to this ship, which also happens to be your OTP, and once again, thank you for everything. Also, I am sorry if you don't like it. Enjoy (or endure)!

Tags: angst, fluff, family

Disclaimer: the events of this fic happen between the timeline of "Four Degrees" and "The Droplet", written by Bree herself. Go check them out on her AO3, shipambrosia_bree.

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The end of March was coming close for the people of Fiore, bringing the joy that Spring always made sure to gift the people with. However, in a rather small city called Magnolia, there was something rather peculiar going on. There was a violent snowstorm raging and slicing through the pathways and abandoned houses of the settlement, the wind whistling and inviting his snowflake comrades to join the tempest. As she sat down and watched the frozen fractals dancing in the air, Juvia’s eyes were glued to the window, waiting for her beloved to return to the place that called their home. She remembered the times they spent together in his apartment, and she was still stunned by Gray’s decision to move with him and not leave the house, under any circumstances; a decision he took a few months ago, due to a certain reason. Soon, the Water Mage’s thoughts were somewhere else.

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After a dire battle with the Dragon Gods, the White Mage and the Dragon Eaters, Gray had finally decided to do what he had told Juvina; he went and got the woman that loved him unconditionally for years (a manly action, according to Elfman). The moment he finally gave her the answer he had promised that day on the bridge, her heart was beating in a frenzy, as her stomach flipped and her mind flopped. As she finally found out the meaning of her beloved’s words, the bluenette’s eyes were invaded by tears that shortly left to flood the Guild’s backyard, earning a strong reaction from those present, Gray included. The days that followed were blissful for her. She had never expected his touches to feel so… warm.

His caresses, his kisses, his words were warming her from inside out, and it didn’t take them too long to get to the next step of their relationship. Mouth to mouth and chest to chest, they poured all their feelings in their touches and whispered calls, and would always end up falling asleep in each other’s arms, Juvia’s head always finding rest against Gray’s heart. However, one certain night ended up in a different way than expected.

A few weeks later, they found themselves reminiscing the event that had brought them together and strengthened their bond: the day Invel forced them to fight each other, a day that left both emotional and physical scars. Shortly after, Gray found himself getting drowned in Juvia’s affection once more, as she also shared the thought that had been travelling through her mind. An unexpected visit to the ill-tempered Porlyusica had ultimately confirmed her suspicion: under Juvia’s heart, a new life had already begun to bloom.

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The news of a new member joining them soon had the Guild go on a state of pure joy. All their guildmates were screaming “Congratulations!” from the top of their lungs; even the Master was elated to find out that he would have another great-grandchild. Soon after, a party was thrown to celebrate the joyful event, as the Water Mage found herself bombarded with advice from Levy and Bisca, and the Ice Mage got his own tips from Alzack and Gajeel, with some bonus threats from the Iron Dragon Slayer.

As her pregnancy advanced, Juvia found herself incapable of performing magic the way she used to – she had gotten slower, and her focus wasn’t on the world around her as often – all that mattered was the development of her unborn child. However, little did she know that this might’ve been the nail in the coffin for her.

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“I’m home!” Gray’s voice interrupted Juvia’s train of thoughts, as she watched her boyfriend take off his shoes. He then went her way, gave her a smile and brushed his lips against hers.

“Welcome home, Gray. How was the job?”

“It went well. It was exhausting, and someone whose name I won’t give,” he muttered “Flame Brain” between his coughs, “almost got the town we were supposed to protect, destroyed. Luckily, we managed to stop him and finish the job. How about you?” Gray asked, pressing his palm on his girlfriend’s growing belly, being rewarded with a small push against his hand.

“The same things that Juvia has done for months; eat, sleep, gestate and repeat,” she chuckled. “Oh, and Levy and the twins paid Juvia a visit.” she beamed; she always loved spending time with the two azure-haired children, and the feeling was mutual. However, the smile on her lips didn’t last long, as a frown adorned on her face, her brows furrowing and her fingers intertwining. “Gray…” she hesitated. She really didn’t want to anger him, but the growing frustration was eating her at the core. “Can Juvia leave our home, even for a few moments, please? She really misses everyone else in the Guild.”

The moment those words came out of Juvia’s mouth, Gray stood up straight in front of her, his fists clenching, a dark gaze sent Juvia’s way. “You know very well what my answer’s gonna be, don’t you?” the words left his mouth on a harsher tone than he intended.

“Juvia knows, but she can’t stay anymore in our home, doing nothing but stay in bed and eat. Juvia wants to see the streets of Magnolia again, and not from a window. She misses the Guild–”

“Juvia, my answer is still no. Please understand that.” Gray muttered, gritting his teeth, and the temperature dropping a few degrees lower. Why couldn’t she see he was doing all of this for their sake, for her and their child’s sake?!

“Gray, please. Juvia knows you just want to keep Juvia and our child safe,” she replied, a hand on her belly “but she doesn’t believe that the way you intend to do this is the best. Juvia is not a little girl, she will be more careful this time around; just trust her – “

“JUVIA!” Gray snapped, pieces of ice appearing and shattering around him just as soon as they were created. The Water Mage’s eyes widened and her breath froze inside her lungs, as she found herself wrapping her arms around her belly. She knew Gray would never hurt her, but her maternal instincts kicked in faster than imagined. When he saw his girlfriend’s scared expression, Gray took deep breaths and tried to compose himself. “You know why you cannot leave. It’s not like I don’t want you to, but… If something like that happened again…” His gaze lowered, his nails digging deeper into the palms of his hands, his teeth biting his tongue, suppresing a sob.

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He still remembered seeing an injured Juvia being attacked and knocked unconscious by someone sent to kill him, just like other Devil Slayers and their families. As soon as he encased the masked man in ice, he brought her to the infirmary, where Wendy managed to heal her injuries, as she assured that their child was safe, much to their relief. And that was all that mattered in that moment. After the man got interrogated, Gray could hear that man’s wicked laugh, as he told the Ice Mage that he wasn’t working on his own.

That phrase alone made his blood freeze in his veins, as he replayed the moment his beloved fell to the ground, cuts and bruises glaring on her skin. He couldn’t afford losing another loved one, not now that he was going to have his own family. He promised he would become a man who could protect Juvia, and yet, he had broken the promise he made. Then, it hit him. Those people couldn’t harm her, if Juvia were to stay from that moment on at home, where no one could lay a single finger on her, not with all the protection enchantments around their home. He would keep his oath. He would protect Juvia and their child, no matter what.

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Juvia didn’t want to see him like this, so she stood up the couch as fast as she could and embraced the Ice Mage who washed her rain away, as tight as she could, pools of tears forming in her eyes. She was supposed to ease his pain, not be its main cause; and this made her heart ache for him.

“Juvia is sorry. So, so sorry.” Her arms drew him as close to her as they could, while her aquamarine eyes were searching for his midnight ones. “Juvia will never be as stupid as she was that day, I promise.”

“I can’t go through this again. Not again.” his voice cracked, as he leaned into her embrace. The moment he felt her welcoming warmth, he found himself sobbing in her chest once again.

“You won’t. Juvia promises that she – no, we won’t leave you, no matter what.” Juvia murmured as she raised her hands, so she could caress his hair. Her soothing voice and warm touches always made Gray feel safe, loved, home. “Juvia promises you that she and our little one won’t leave you. We’ll always be by your side.”

As he registered her words, Gray’s sobs slowly subsided and quickly wiped the tears he had just shed, as he straightened his back. “Juvia, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side, just like how you’ve always been by mine. And I promise that I will do my best to be the father he or she deserves.” Gray still didn’t know his child’s gender, as he wanted to keep it as a surprise. He decided that if they had a boy, they would name him Storm, and if they had a girl, they would name her Iris. At the end of the day, the only thing he cares about is his baby’s safety; but he would be lying if he didn’t say he wanted a girl.

“You already are, Gray. You love this child already, even if he or she isn’t born yet.” She then took Gray’s hand and placed it once again on her belly, as their child moved again. “And it looks the little one agrees. Now please, go get some sleep. You just came from a job and you need all the rest you need. Soon, you’ll look for those moments,” she giggled.

Gray couldn’t help but chuckle. This woman… “Okay. Wake me up when dinner is ready.” he waved Juvia’s way, as he headed towards their bedroom, not hearing the Water Mage’s next words.

“Your daddy already loves you so much, and so does momma, Storm.”

BONUS – April 13th

The moment Gray held his son for the first time, he remembered the words Ur once told him about her daughter; how her tears wouldn’t stop and how she truly felt alive the day Ultear was born. At that time, he didn’t understand those words, but now he did. He felt tears making their way on his cheeks and a brand-new feeling: love for his newborn. As tears hit the little boy’s face, he started to whimper, and looked his way with his big midnight eyes. While holding the young Storm in his arms for the unkempt time, the Ice Mage made himself another oath. “Storm, I will do my best to keep you away from darkness. And if you ever encounter it, I’ll seal it away for you.”

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“Juvia still cannot believe he is here!” she whispered, her eyes gleaming and full of love for the new life that stood between her and Gray in their bed. She then placed her hand on Storm’s tiny chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took.

“Yeah… Me neither.” he admitted, as he failed to keep his eyes from his cobalt-haired son, his right hand underneath his raven locks. “Thank you, Juvia.”

“What are you thanking Juvia for, Gray?” she asked, her gaze away from her son and fixed on her boyfriend.

“For everything.” The Ice Mage smiled her way, cupping her cheek with his other hand.

“No; thank you, Gray. For giving Juvia the best life she could have.” She smiled back, leaning into Gray’s touch. Their waiting for a storm was finally over, and they couldn’t be happier, as their son brought the sunshine into their lives after that fateful day.

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Thank you once again for reading. Hope you enjoyed😊

#gruvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail #my writing #allie loves bree #otp: ice water

[sobi-fans]

Thoughts on TROS

So I’ve received a few asks asking about my thoughts on The Rise of Skywalker, and I haven’t replied because I have many thoughts and I’m still processing stuff. But yesterday @riselioness messaged me to ask the same, so I thought it was time to try and organise them on a page.Yes, I am very, very late to this party. 

Obviously spoilers, so I’ll put it under a cut. Also, I’ve only seen the movie once, and that was back in December, so my memory might be a little hazy. I probably need to see it again.

For the sake of context, I have no OTP for the sequel trilogy, but I have been known to read Reylo and Damerey on occasion. (And randomly Gingerflower – aka Hux/Rose – purely because of that TLJ deleted scene where she bites him!) Let me tell you, being on the outside of the shipping wars has been very interesting, and it seems abundantly clear to me that your enjoyment of TROS depends greatly on who you ship, or whether you ship at all. I would have been happy if Finnrose endured or Stormpilot became a thing, but ah well. Onwards!

I’ll try and keep this somewhat cohesive, but I feel like it’s going to be all over the place. Apologies.

Let’s start simple. Stuff I liked that doesn’t have a ‘but’ attached:

- Lando (where’s he been all this time?)

- Wedge (where’s he been all this time?)

- Finn being able to show his individuality with clothing and hair that’s his choice

- Purely for shallow reasons, Poe’s outfit

- Poe and Rey channelling Han and Leia with their bickering at the start

- The Force bond stuff was visually stunning with the dual locations

- Luke’s expression after he raises the X-wing, like ‘Yeah, finally nailed it!’

- Ben Solo channelling his father – also Adam Driver in general for making Ben so very different from Kylo with just body language and facial expressions alone. He literally moved like a huge weight had been lifted from him, and it was pretty amazing to watch

- The fact that Rey’s mother is Villanelle from Killing Eve

- Kaydel looking like Endor Leia at the end

- LGBTQ representation!

- Seeing young Luke and Leia

The stuff with Leia was very poignant and emotional, but I can’t exactly say it was good. It’s tricky. I don’t feel like I’ve separated Leia from Carrie in my mind, so it’s really hard to look at it objectively. I do know that when Chewie howled after Leia’s death, I teared up pretty much immediately!

I have mixed feelings about the trio interaction. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice to see them together, and I love their banter, BUT it felt incredibly forced. Shoving them together for the sake of them being together does a disservice to all three characters. This was the last movie. They should all have been developing their individual stories at that point. Rey with her Jedi stuff, (which she does get to go off and do, but not without Finn traipsing after her like a lost puppy), Poe finding his feet as a leader of the Resistance, and Finn doing literally anything else other than running after Rey yelling her name all the time.

There was a lot of stuff that I wanted to like, but mostly it came across as missed opportunities. Such as:

- Jannah and the other former stormtroopers – this would have been such an interesting idea to develop, and would have given Finn a cool storyline of his own that didn’t involve Rey. I would have liked to see Finn reaching out to current stormtroopers, persuading them that they had other options. That would have been cool. A stormtrooper revolution turning the tide of the final battle!

- Finn’s Force sensitivity – where did this come from? Okay, so maybe it was hinted at in TFA, but it wasn’t carried over to TLJ, and JJ should have respected that in the interest of cohesive storytelling. And as interesting as it could have been to see, it doesn’t take any strength away from Finn to have him not be Force sensitive.

- Hux being the spy – this is such an interesting idea, and it’s hilarious to me that he would go to such lengths to be petty towards Kylo, but it was executed in a rush, much like a lot of other stuff in this movie. They could have made Rose his handler, which would have been a nice change in their dynamic after TLJ.

Stuff I did not like: (warning, rants ahead)

- Completely unnecessary new characters – elaborated below

- Pryde – what was the point of him? Hux could have easily fulfilled that role if they didn’t want to develop his spy storyline.

- Zorri – could have been cool, but seemed shoehorned in to remind us that Poe Dameron is straight, thank you very much!

- Poe being a former spice runner – just why? Poe already had a perfectly good back story.

- Palpatine being back – I know opinions vary on this, but I’m not a fan. Doesn’t it just cheapen Anakin’s entire story arc? (This is not to take anything away from Ian McDiarmid’s performance, which was amazing as always.) Also the complete lack of a reasonable explanation for how he returned. In fact, doesn’t someone even use the word ‘somehow’ at some point?

- Rey Palpatine – again, I know opinions vary, but I hated this so much. I’ve been team Rey No One since the beginning! This is our first female protagonist, and in my opinion the thought that she came from completely humble beginnings was fascinating. To link her to a powerful name – a powerful male name, at that – and for it to be literally stated that her power comes from him was just kind of deflating, to be honest. Also, it makes no sense. Are we expected to believe that Luke there-is-good-in-Vader Skywalker writes off his own nephew because of his potential darkness but is A-OK being a mentor to Rey Palpatine?

- Leia knowing that Rey is a Palpatine – this makes no sense either to me. Leia accepts and nurtures Rey despite her bloodline, sensing that there is good in her, yet thinks that her own son is irredeemable? The sense of ‘we had a bad child, but we found a better one’ is just…ugh. And this happens throughout the ST, even with all the Jedi standing behind Rey having abandoned Ben for years. Even if you believe that Rey is more deserving of that attention, the callousness just doesn’t seem very Jedi-like to me.

- Leia’s reasons for giving up her Jedi training made no sense.

- The sidelining of Rose – it seems painfully clear that JJ had no idea what to do with her character, so she’s just kind of…there. I refuse to believe that they couldn’t have come up with something, even if it was just her accompanying Finn or Poe on their storylines. That wouldn’t have given her a whole lot of agency, but it would have been something.

- Rey ending up alone on a desert planet, exactly where she started. Yes, I know she’s likely not going to live there, but visually the movie is showing us that nothing has really changed. We know Rey wants a family, and the hug with Finn and Poe was lovely to see, but to have the last image of her be her alone on a desert planet is actually kind of depressing.

- Rey calling herself a Skywalker – like the Palpatine thing, it’s linking her to someone else’s legacy. I think it would have been more powerful for her to declare herself ‘Just Rey’. No one’s on at Finn to declare his surname, are they?

Now on to the big one. Bendemption and Reylo.

I have been hoping for Bendemption from the beginning, because redemption, compassion and forgiveness were key themes of the OT for me. But I had a feeling that if Kylo did get redeemed, he’d be doomed to die, because as we know, JJ likes to follow the exact same patterns that we’ve already seen before. I have issues with Vader’s ‘redemption’ on the grounds of it being a ridiculously quick turnaround, (quicker than Kylo’s, even), plus he gets an easy way out just returning to the Light and then dying straight after. Lo and behold, the exact same thing happens here. What would have been really interesting to see, in my opinion, is Ben living to atone for what he’s done. That would have been true redemption, and I think the same is true for Anakin too.

Now, as we know, Kylo is much worse than Vader, even though Vader spent literally half his life on the Dark Side, murdered thousands of people, including children, chopped off his son’s hand, tortured his daughter and her future husband. We know this because Kylo killed Han Solo, the fanboys’ favourite. Therefore, he is much worse, despite only having been on the Dark Side for about six years after being mentally manipulated from birth by the most evil man in existence. Don’t get me wrong, I am not apologising for Kylo. I’m aware he did terrible things, hence why Ben should have lived to atone, but I do believe that he gets an unfair level of hatred, largely stemming from killing Han.

As mentioned above, I have occasionally delved into Reylo fics to see what was out there. I’ve always been a supporter of watching their story play out, because enemies to lovers was something new for a Star Wars movie, and it’s a cool idea to explore. We’d previously seen it with Luke and Mara in Legends. (Mara, incidentally, being someone who was redeemed and lived to make up for her bad deeds.) I loved Ben Solo for the short amount of time we got to see him. The interactions between him and Rey over the bond were so cool to watch. Ultimately, though, I don’t feel like their story was particularly well handled in this movie. I buy it because Adam and Daisy were so brilliant, but I can’t help but feel that Ben’s death was a giant cop-out.

I have mixed feelings about Rey facing Palpatine alone. I can see that there’s some kind of strength to her battling alone there. (Except she wasn’t, because she had every Jedi standing metaphorically behind her.) That said, to have Ben out of the fight felt…weird. Since TFA certain people have said that Rey and Ben/Kylo were two halves of one protagonist, which makes me think that he should have been present there instead of tossed into a pit. Also, after the mental mind games that Palpatine has been playing for his entire life, he pretty much deserved to be. But I don’t know. I think I need to watch it again and see how I feel.

This ended up being super long and ranty, sorry. I’ve probably missed a lot. Maybe I’ll change my mind on a few things when I see it again. I thought writing this out might help to organise my thoughts, but I’m not sure it has!

[firewallofstanix]

It’s time to ramble about my OTP: Firewall and Starscream.

I didn’t even plan on Firewall falling in love with @thebestdecepticonleader‘s Starscream, and I think that actually helped it become more realistic in nature. I still remember their first threads together, how he would continue to exceed her expectations of a Con’s relationship with a subordinate. He was so understanding of her, and he displayed mercy to her, even on the brink of his betrayal. Looking back, it seems that even after being mind-jacked and driven to near insanity, he reserved a place in his spark for her. I’m giving him a break for when he was actually insane during most of Cybertron.

And then he comes back from being insane and is still mentally unstable-- and still allows her to get close to him?? As surprising and lovely as this was to me, following threads that were set in the past put this into perspective: they knew and got close to each other before the Minicon Battles. What started out as a coding glitch in Firewall’s mind turned into genuine respect and admiration, which turned into friendship once they thought they could get away with it. Starscream earned all that, and it could be argued that she was as loyal to him as she was to Megatron (Spoiler: she was).

Firewall was his anchor in times of suffering, someone to turn to when it all felt like too much. He was her compass, someone she trusted to lead her in the right direction. No, she didn’t approve of his emotional outbursts, especially against Megatron, but she only objected with respect and concern. Though she was outranked by him, Starscream held her with highest regard, and she was eventually the most important person in his life. The only one he could trust.

He still let her in, because no matter what you can do to his mind, his love for her never faltered. Cliché as that sounds, of course Starscream is going to desperately hang onto the one aspect of his life that was good. His life is a big pit-fire, with no happy ending in sight. So once he sees a light in the darkness, a light that accepts him for who he is and sees him as a person and not a monster or a weakling, he is going to hold onto that and never let go.

And Firewall, the one afraid to make friends for fear of them dying, afraid to step out of line in any way, couldn’t help but become close to Starscream, despite rank, faction, and risk of hurt. And it did hurt-- watching him die, get corrupted by the Omega Lock, then almost lose his life again, hurt like her spark was being torn out. But she stayed. Here is a mech who’s competent, tactful, trustworthy, and actually caring (albeit secretly), in a sea of trigger-happy, blood-thirsty brutes. She knew he deserved better, even when she was loyal to Megatron; even through slave coding, her love for him endured. It was that love that became the catalyst for breaking through the brainwashing, just as her parental love for her guardian almost was during the war. At this point, nothing would waver her loyalty to him. Starscream became just as important to her as Cybertron itself. 

She made Starscream her mission. Protect him at all costs; stay alive so you can fight for him. Comfort him, prevent him from acting irrationally. After losing so many of her friends (and her hero complex made her believing that was her responsibility to prevent), losing Starscream felt like she failed him. When she got him back, she held onto him so tightly, she was sacrificing her own mental stability to stay close to him. Finally, when they were separated, she was able to put things into perspective-- her hero complex and her PTSD from watching him die. Firewall regained a sound mind, yet she still vowed to return to him-- not out of obligation or paranoia, but from a genuine desire to stay by his side. She wanted to stay with him forever, even though he was banished from Cybertron and its colony worlds. Even though Starscream lost all memories, she couldn’t help but return to him. Her loyalty remained, just as it did after the coding glitch that started it all. And by then, her loyalty was correctly refined and strengthen by the pureness of her love for him. The mech she fell in love with was still himself, even without his knowledge of all their history together; and sure enough, his love returned as well. They were meant to be together no matter what, even in rebirth, physical and mental.

Just the amount of passion and dedication in this ship is so inspiring and beautiful. Something so pure and wonderful could blossom from these scarred, tortured, and highly flawed individuals. They outgrew who the war had made them and helped each other out of their worst states. Nothing could claim them as long as they had each other.

#mun writings #starfire #Verse: Aurex | AU #long post #(( i drew that sketch 2 years ago #and yes i do plan on coloring it ))

[afolksongs]

old one

#lotrgifs #tolkienedit #lotredit #oneringnet #filmedit #fantasyedit #filmgifs #eowynedit #faramiredit #otp: I do not believe that any darkness will endure #remade gifs #you heard the rumors from queue

[kytmmn55]

A little something different (Cusith x Moritaka)

straight fan fiction from the Tokyo After-school Summoners game. my first fanfic for this series and hope for you to enjoy. Both characters have been presented as being attracted to eachother in the game series, coupled with the fact that they have become an original OTP.

Chapter 1: Class room antics

It all started in class when I first him, the one that would always circulate round my mind. The constant thoughts of us being together sends shivers down my spine. I mean it's not my fault that I think about him, the ways he always sarcastically responds back to peers or the way he always look our for the little guy, I guess that's me hehe. 

Anyway, I continue to day dream while the class is going on in the background, I fail to notice that my close friend moritaka is trying to shake me off my train of dreaming. The meek attempts all seemed to amount to a success when I suddenly and sheepishly jump out from my daze, eventually I was able to regain complete sanity. I instantly turned to my side and thanked moritaka profusely. However, I never realised the fact that my fuzzy face was starting to light red. Dark hues of crimson embellished my whole face, to moritaka it must have been a mix of surprise and flattery. I soon realised he was always somewhat blushing, but the next set of actions were completely different...

Chapter 2: Hallway connundrem

It had felt like forever that moritaka had been staring into eyes, all transfixing on my soul. There was complete silence upon the whole class, even the teacher was bewildered and left dumbfounded. So long gone was the flow of a normal; instead subbed into for a quite almost intimate atmosphere. But I managed to snap out of this feeling again, I seem to freeze and dream alot. But according to the teacher it didn't seem to matter as both moritaka and I were removed from the class. Finally I thought, a weird feeling swept over me. An uncontrollable urge to whimper. I had no previous inclination to weep but still it happened, the process being very simple, I slumped down on the wall, my hands covering my face, tears streaming down my fuzzy face

It obviously caught the attention of Moritaka, he looked my way, his gaze locking onto my body. Out of sympathy he sought to walk over and comfort me. This feeling had felt different again, something completely different. I didn't want to admit it but it felt reassuring even good to some extent. But this wavered in the grander sight of him trying to grasp me into a hug, in that second I felt my body give up, then I gave into the pressure and fell into the embrace. The warmth from his body felt completely new, this experience was great. I felt like I could stay there forever. That thought was quickly stumped as I felt my face go numb, I could physically could not move. My thoughts and feelings racing , I questioned what was happening but didn't need to. All I felt at this moment was peace, it was reassuring to know someone cared. In that second I gave into his grasp. I wish it could last longer...

Chapter 3: Exploration around Chibuya

A few hours after the whole escapade with Moritaka and I in the corridor, I finally felt like I had connected with him on a deeper level. It felt like for a split second, both of out hearts were completely synced. But anyway, that wasn't the biggest of my problems, the biggest being the fact that I was meant to go meet up with Leib, we were meant to go check something out in Shibuya. But I think he just used as an excuse to get out the house, plus he had been bed ridden for the past week anyway, so it was a joy when finally decided to jump up into action.

Although a distant, vague memory; I still remembered the day I met Leib. The day that I was summoned into Tokyo. From that day where a really generous and kind therian let me in, I literally had no other place to go, obviously I was balling in tears, sobbing every which way I could. Trying to piece together what had just transpired earlier. However, my memory is still hazy on some of the finner details, I was still able to have some sense to believe and entrust my life to the person who let me into his home, although I'm expected to act like a body guard all the time,  I still care to much to not exert all my effort.

But cutting back to the main point, which was the fact that after a few months of living with Leib, I finally started to come around and started to care more for him. It was like he was becoming my best friend or something, it was to confusing; it was quite hard to hear him when he was always smoking. Consequently, when I first decided to go out again into Shinjuku to go explore, and enroll into the school. I was lectured by Leib about his experiences of school, often giving me hints and survival tactics. Even though throughout most of it I was either day dreaming or not even paying attention.

But that all came to bite me back as on my first day, I was confronted by a gang of therians, transients and humans. Although at first It felt severely threatening and intimidating; I soon came to learn through an excessive amount of sobbing that they were the nicest groups of friends I could ever have. Some revealed their names, like one human who was chubby and really liked food was named Ryota Yakushimaru and a fellow dog who was wearing all blue with a sword in its hilt called Moritaka Inudaka. Who I would learn would play a more pivotal role in my, after everyone introduced themselves and spent the whole day together. I felt like after school was the time to find out more.

Chapter 4: Vacation to the campsite

But as before, I assumed that these friends would only stay around for a short amount of time before flocking off to find someone else to use for their play toy, but this pre conceived notion was far from true as I was instantly accepted into the group, all of members started treating me like I was one of them, the feeling of acceptance and belonging felt so satisfying. So good, but me being me I started to well up in tears, all of the others had noticed this; so Moritaka being the emotionally sensitive along with Ryota came over to comfort me, to tell me that I was going to be ok. Like any other scenario I grabbed onto Moritakas hand, the embrace felt rushed but it allowed to heal my emotions some what, he stood there in awe and confusion.

The previous thoughts of negativity had fell to the way side, as there standing in the Scarlett sunset was us two holding hands. I could quite explain the situation or feeling I had endured. Before I met everyone, I was basically alone, I mean I had my family but they eventually left. Scattered away, when I was summoned here to Tokyo; I knew that I finally had a purpose, like I wasn't just some ethereal door stop for my old master. Although there is not a single day where I miss him, I will find you.

A few moments later, the sun had set and the cold rise of the crescent moon befell the sky, accompanied by the twinkling stars that carpeted the night sky. This moment was also made even more intimate by the appearance of Moritaka, who had decided to meet me here on the mountain ridge. We went through all of the pleasantries and skipped right to building a campfire and roasting marshmallows. Whilst doing this, we would talk about past experiences, personal stories and sprinkled in the occasional jokes.

But as time went on, my body became more drowsy and limber on the log I was sitting on. Moritaka had noticed and sensed my impending danger of missing the nightsky, so he walked over, getting down on one knee and scooped me up into his arms. The moment seemed so different, I had never expected him to act like this, but he obviously felt different. Because after carrying for what like centuries he finally set me down on the dark pastures, gently shook me until I woke up. At first when i woke up, I felt apprehensive but that eventually wash out and replaced with this feeling I couldn't explain. This scenario I thought would never take place was happening right in front of me, where my head was lying of Moritaka lap, I felt like I couldn't move. Situated in that position had somewhat numbed all of the previous negative pain.

Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours, but to us it felt like nothing, time just melted away, for a bit I was staring up at his face. Tears again filling my eyes and flowing somewhat gracefully down my cheek. Moritaka again noticed and asked in a low tone voice "do you always tear up". I responded stammering on my words, "yes I do, but only when I feel scared, nervous or happy. And in this case I feel really happy, because I'm with you".

At that moment, I was silenced with a softly placed kiss, I could never have dreamed of a more perfect experience. I kissed back, although stuttering it still felt really personal, after a bit of time he pulled away and felt my cheek. I couldn't respond so I kept quiet, I was so happy and surprised. But I couldn't say anything else because I had passed out on his lap. From what I remember; Moritaka had placed one arm other me, lied back and went to sleep with me in his grasp.

Chapter 5: important confessions

It was two weeks after the whole camping out in the park with Moritaka, I had enjoyed every little piece of the experience, getting to know him on a more deeper level. The connection between us had also greatly improved, it had to the pain where he could sense whenever I was down or needed a little bit of positivity. But all of this waned in comparison to today where I felt like I was finally ready to confess how I felt, another day would've been to long. I had been slowly building to this point, where I'd dish out and deshevel how I truly felt. Finally letting my guard down and letting him into my life. It was break, aka the perfect to crack to the perverbial egg of emotions and misplaced attractions, I saw him down the hall near his locker, not taking any chances I sprinted to him and hugged, it felt like so long since I last saw, he was my one true escape from this world.

My countered up with a slurry of mediocre questions and queries, all of which were answered with "yeah", "ok" or "fairs". So instead of barraging him with more details about me, I finally asked him if he would follow me to an unchartered area of the school. This was where I was gonna to tell him, to confess my deepest feelings and desires. So here it was, moritaka at this point clenching my hand and had the face of genuine concern asked in a mellow tone voice "is everything ok Hun", I responded with "yeah....yeah actually there is something I need to tell you, something i need to admit to you". Moritaka quickly fired back with "go ahead, just don't stumble on your words ok", I quickly responding with "ok". *Ok what am I thinking....I can't d-do this". Moritaka had picked up on my hesitance and decided to illustrate my potential intentions with slowly taking me into his grasp and kissing me softly but passionately. I was taken aback , everything my theories my predictions were true, all confirmed from one line uttered by moritaka which was, "I love you Cusith, Ill love you forever, so don't worry ok". And with that all my pent up tears spilt out into the world, the sudden urge to embrace him never seemed to wrong.

And with this, I hugged Moritaka with all the passion and returned the kiss, although not as smooth it still symbolised the pain and numbness I had feeling, but also the happiness and freedom I felt being with him, finally I had found someone who loved me for me. After a few seconds, pulled back from the embrace and followed up by the statement, "i-i-i love you to, no in fact I love you so much. Without you I'd be nothing, with out you I would still be trapped in a class and not experiencing the outside world. The second you came into my life I have felt so happy and relieved and more free to be myself without having the fear of being criticised and scrutinised, when we went camping. I was able to come out of my shell more, truly show you how I felt and what I felt. So again thank you so Moritaka for everything, I truly love you and only you". And with that moritaka finally caved and embraced me whimpering on my shoulders; i instinctively gave in a hugged him, i wanted to seal my feelings with the following question being "wi-will you be my boyfriend mori?" And with that question, it had struck a heart string with and moritaka responded while sobbing "y...y..

Yes I will cu, I would love to". Afterwards, we both sealed it with another quick smooch before making our way back to class, I guess I can finally say that I've found someone special, but that would only sound like selfish, plus that wouldn't be something Leib or ryota or kengo of the protagonist would say. But anyway, I returned back to my seat, the fresh memory of moritaka and I were all that was on mind, giving the confidence boost, in the end another day had passed and this time I gained the love of my life and a fresh new perspective in life.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed. Will be uploading more soon !!!

[neicywrts]

Sis. Who tf else would I be here for?? [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine || reverse any you want btw

@iraclemayrps

otp: in real life 

[ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare | reverse

For the past couple of days, she’d been having the same dream. Ryan knew before getting pregnant that sometimes the hormones could cause…vivid dreams. She thought that maybe she would be an exception, since she had a rather smooth first and second trimester. But the third trimester of her pregnancy tested her strength. 

It started out the same every time. 

She was in a labor and delivery room at the hospital because her water broke in the middle of the night. Her husband was next to her, holding her hand and smiling. Her parents were on the other side, smiling and being surprisingly supportive. She was only dilated four inches but the nurses said everything looked great. But Ryan felt like something was off. She couldn’t feel her child. Throughout her pregnancy she could tell when her child was up, when she was asleep, and when she was restless. Overall, she could tell her baby was going to be active. She felt Zaina grow inside of her for nine months like a constant weight. But sitting in that delivery room, she felt…empty.  Over and over again she told the nurses and doctors that something was wrong, but they didn’t listen to her, saying that everything was fine. She tried to calm down. Maybe she was overacting. Maybe her nerves were getting the best of her. Taking a deep breath, she decided to take her doctor’s advice and drifted off to sleep. 

Gasping awake, she grabbed her side, where a sharp pain was spreading up her spine. That’s when she felt it. A warm liquid between her legs. Ryan ripped the white knit blanket off her legs. The large pool of blood beneath her was all the confirmation she needed. 

The scream she let out in her dream was the same scream that woke her from it. In her bed, not in labor and delivery. Sweaty and heart racing, she patted her swollen stomach. “Hey,”  Tariq sat up, his dark hair messy and his voice heavy with sleep. She turned to her husband with tears in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. It wasn’t the first time she woke up screaming. “You had that dream again?” He asked, and she nodded. “Its okay. She’s okay,” he put his hand on her swollen stomach. Shakily, she lifted her hand and put it next to his. Ryan let out a deep breath when she felt her baby move, a small smile pulling at her lips. Maybe her scream woke her daughter up as well. “I don’t know why I keep having that dream. Maybe because it’s so close to the time.” Tariq’s hand rubbing small circles on her back further soothed her. He kissed the side of her head before getting up from the bed. “I’ma get you some ice cream,” because he always knew what she needed. Ryan smiled and laid back down, her hand caressing her stomach.  

 [ guard ] or your muse to step between my muse and “danger”

The trader joe’s on gold street was hell on earth, but the only place in the city where she could get dark chocolate orange sticks and crunchy broccoli bites. Being pregnant made the five o’clock crowd even more irritable. Tariq could sense it. He put his hand on her lower back while she pushed the cart—only because she insisted—through the aisle to get to one of the ridiculously long lines. Before her third trimester, she was okay with standing in long lines like these. She even prepared for it; queuing up her favorite podcast, or finding something interesting to read on her phone while she waited. But with her ankles on swole, her breast heavy and sore, and having to pee almost every five minutes, she did not have the patience. 

Ryan was turned around and facing Tariq, while his back was towards the crowd of shoppers. He didn’t notice the lady moving way too fast with her shopping cart and looking down at her phone, coming straight for him, but Ryan did. Stepping around him, she nudged the shopping cart out of the way before it could hit him. “Excuse you, get off your phone. You could hit someone,” Ryan snapped when the lady looked up at her. The lady’s eyes bulged, probably not used to being spoken to like that. “Woah, sorry, but it’s not that big of a deal,” the lady responded, looking genuinely confused. Ryan’s bitch switch flipped. “Not that big of a deal? You almost ran my husband over with your basket because you ain’t payin’ attention!” Said husband was trying to put himself in between Ryan and the lady, probably sensing his wife’s temper, but Ryan stepped around him again. The lady screwed her face up, “you need to calm down.” Perhaps she didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to tell a pregnant woman to calm down, but she was about to find out why you shouldn’t. “Oh no, I don’t need to do shit, but you need to—”

“Okayyy, baby stop,” Tariq had managed to pull her back in front of him and away from the lady who was five seconds away from meeting the back of Ryan’s hand. She didn’t even realize that she had began walking towards the lady once she told her to calm down. Knowing what was good for her, the lady rolled her eyes and walked off with her cart. Ryan eyed her until she couldn’t see her anymore. “As sexy as I find you getting all H-Town Hottie on somebody over me, you can’t fight while you’re pregnant,” he said, still holding her arm but looking like he wanted to laugh. Ryan’s lips pulled into a small smile, rolling her eyes at her husband. “I wasn’t gonna fight her…I was just gonna smack her.” 

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

Whenever she visited her hometown of Houston, Texas, she always tried to link up with her favorite five cousins. Ryan is an only child, but her Aunt Jacklyn had three daughters and two sons back to back, and they grew up thick as thieves. They endured church choir, Sunday school, Wednesday bible study, and every other family outing together while also going to the same schools k-12. The hardest part about moving clean across the country when she got engaged to James was leaving them. They were the only ones who were absolutely supportive of her relationship with Tariq, and the only family she actually enjoyed being around for a long period of time. They welcomed Tariq with open arms, and even invited him to their tradition of karaoke at Kibby’s on Saturdays. Ryan hadn’t been in ages and couldn’t believe that her cousins still went to the bar they had been going to since she was young. It was impossible for her to say no, even if she knew she would end up embarrassing herself in front of her husband and other friends. He teased her on the car ride to the bar, and she laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not singing tonight, so you’re not even gonna get the chance to record me, you jerk.” 

Not many people knew Ryan had a secret love for 90s r&b, another thing she and her husband had in common. Anita Baker, En Vogue, After 7 and Toni Braxton (and of course Adina Howard’s Do You Wanna Ride but that’s not the vibe right now) were a few of her favorite secular artist that she had to sneak and listen to while she was growing up. Her parents didn’t keep that type of music in their house, but her Aunt Jacklyn did. Whenever Ryan went to her house, and she and her cousins were left alone, they would sneak into her CD stash. They even choreographed dance routines to almost every song on En Vogue’s Funky Divas album. 

After a few tequila sunrises that were definitely missing the sunrise, her cousins Mary, Lynette, and Keisha bullied her into doing a song with them. “No, no, y’all, I’m not doing it!” she protested. “Like hell you not. It’s been years, Ry, c’mon,” Keisha said. They pulled her up and out of her seat anyway, dragging her to the makeshift stage at the front of the bar. Ryan looked back at her husband, who was grinning and cheering along with the crowd. She shook her head, but smiled. “What song are we even doing?” Her question was answered when she heard the first few notes of Giving Him Something He Can Feel. Their favorite song, and one of the few songs she used to sing lead on when they were making up dances. Ryan threw her head back and laughed. “Y’all, I don’t remember the steps,” she said while simultaneously getting into formation. 

What happened after that, she blames on the liquor. Although she complained about knowing the steps, they sure did come to her pretty quick. She and her cousins had the whole bar carrying on, but her eyes were trained on Tariq the whole time, a sultry smile playing on her lips. At one point, she broke off from the group. Sauntering over, she stopped in front of him, one hand feeling down her body while she slowly twirled her hips in a circle. That really got the party going, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the look on her husband’s face. They finished their routine with a standing ovation. Ryan sat back down next to her husband, red in the face and hot. “That’s the first and last time you see that routine,” she laughed. 

#otp: in real life #lololol #now i wouldn't be me if i aint get a lil extra #answered #iraclemayrps

[swishandflickwit]

Deckerstar — don’t hide away 1/1

Summary: An overdue moment shared in the rain between Chloe and Lucifer in the aftermath of his reveal.

Ratings: General Audiences

Words: 666

Warnings: Post-reveal. Post-3x24. Language.

AN: Greetings readers, old and new! Welcome to the latest installment of The Devil's Lucky Number series, in which all my OTPs deserve a moment in the rain—à la Elizabeth and Darcy in Pride & Prejudice (2005) style.

But mostly based on this prompt posted on the exceptional @luciferprompts blog—

Post-reveal: Chloe hasn't spoken to Lucifer for some time, and Maze lets slip Lucifer's leaving for good. Chloe rushes over to the Penthouse but all she finds is a very surprised and disheveled Devil. (He was never leaving.)

Hope everyone's having a good Easter so far!

Title from the Billie Eilish song come out and play.

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She fucked up.

And the Heavens sought to reiterate this by choosing today—of all days—to unleash a mutinous downpour.

Thanks, she snarked upwards. You’re hilarious, a real class act.

But even that was half-hearted, for she knew that at the end of the day—

She had no one to blame but herself.

Lucifer executed his promise to give her space, and she internally vowed not to let the gap between them yawn to a chasm too discordant to bridge.

Except days turned into weeks turned into a month; as the hours stretched—so did her fears.

Not of him… never him.

No, Chloe was afraid of herself—of the magnitude with which his revelation did nothing to alter her truth.

She loved him.

With every beat of her battered, human heart—she loved him.

And therein lay the problem.

What could she, a mere mortal, offer him? This divine creature of—loathed he was to believe it—inimitable goodness and light.

That she could admit to herself just how fucked she made the situation only proved how weak she was.

Because more than anything, she was afraid to lose him.

Now thanks to that weakness, the causatum of her worst nightmares was unfolding.

Unless she made it in time.

“Lucifer!” she called just as his wings flared behind him, the feathered appendages soaked but gleaming against the gloom of the twilight deluge.

“Detective?”

She hardly registered the angry pelt of cloudburst against her skin as she stepped onto the balcony and into his gravity.

“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I shouldn’t have avoided you for so long and you—” she clutched desperately at the lapels of his jacket. “You don’t have to hide, not from me. And I should’ve told you sooner and now I’m too late because you’re leaving—”

“But I’m…” he shook his head bewilderingly. “not… going… anywhere…?”

She gaped. “You’re not?”

“Goodness, no. For better or for worse, Earth is my home. And there are—” he gave her a pointed look to which she blushed, “—those I would rather endure the trials of humanity for than to ever be without.”

He sniffed disdainfully.

“Whatever gave you that impression anyway?”

“Maze—”

And there it was.

Her erstwhile roommate had been relentless in her pursuit of a forgiveness Chloe hadn’t been so forthcoming in bestowing. Yet she had to credit her perceptiveness despite the deceit, that the ultimate catalyst for reconciliation would be the threat of his permanent exodus.

“That little demon,” she murmured.

Though perhaps she was forgiven, after all.

“But what are you doing out in the rain?”

“Oh,” the euphoric shine christening his dark orbs and tinting his expression with effulgence was infectious. “But I just love it! It was so dry in Hell that I can’t resist basking in it every time. Besides,” he stretched his wings, “roomy as my bathroom is, it’s still ill-equipped for any proper grooming so I took advantage of the torrent. If I ever forget how inconvenient these blasted things are—”

And so she remembers—down to the infinitesimal fibers of her soul—how to love him.

Because it was Lucifer, and he had never been anything but who he was—enough.

And even after her aberration, his gaze upon her—scaturient with a four-letter emotion she was sure they were well on their way to acknowledging—remained unchanged, and this is how she knows.

She, too, was enough.

“So, you’re staying?” her grip on his jacket loosened, only to graze the strong slope of his shoulders.

He grinned crookedly, arms snaking around her waist.

“Till you desire otherwise.”

“Not possible.”

“Suppose,” he hummed, breath a cold mist before him but his body deliciously warm pressed against her shivering figure, “I’ll just have to live with that.”

“How awful,” she teased hoarsely, knees weak with relief. “To be stuck with me.”

“And yet,” he sighed, sealing what little abysm remained between them.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

AN: I have... mixed feelings about this lmao. This was a whopping 1k in its genesis. Not for any plot reasons really, but just cause I love my flowery language XD So if the pacing is that tiny bit off, you know why.

Tbh, I'm more excited for the installment after this but that's for another day hahaha.

But how did you guys find it, is the better question. Let me know! And if you have any requests, don't hesitate to hit me up here!

See you guys in the next one ;)

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[silentfcknhill]

Ultimate Ship Meme: Thanos and Ebony Maw

~THANMAW~

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Forever? At least a few hundred thousand years/until they die.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Ebony became obsessed with Thanos as soon as Thanos rescued him. Thanos only came to view Ebony in a new light a couple hundred years later, when Ebony accidentally confessed his feelings. Because his mission was already completed, he was free to consider new possibilities such as starting a new family.

How was their first kiss? - Satisfying and intense.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - They’re not technically married, Thanos doesn’t really believe in marriage because it relies upon the idea that there is some higher authority such as a god or a government that you are asking permission to bless your union. In Thanos’s case, there is no higher authority than himself, so instead of a wedding they had a dark ‘ritual’ where Thanos ‘proposed’ by offering Maw a collar of ownership. Maw immediately accepted and so they had a ceremony with a few close people (the rest of the Black Order mostly), and Thanos collared Maw to make it official. It was all very cultish and disturbing, and Thanos acted as the priest/groom/god.

Who is the best man/men? - There wasn’t one.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - None.

Who did the most planning? - Thanos did it all.

Who stressed the most? - Probably Ebony, worrying about being and looking perfect for his lord on the big day. But when the ritual actually got started he was too overwhelmed with joy to stress anymore.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Loki

Sex:

Who is on top? - Thanos

Who is the one to instigate things? - Thanos is the one to officially instigate things, but sometimes Ebony will make it fairly obvious when he is horny which would prompt Thanos to instigate.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Thanos has the endurance to last all night. Ebony has the drive to last all night, but unfortunately not the physical stamina.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Thanos lasts way longer than Ebony and usually prefers to refrain from orgasming for as long as possible. He gets off on self-control, but wants to make sure he gives Ebony (who orgasms frequently) lots.

How rough are they in bed? - (All of these are true, it varies on mood.)Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - (Depends on if Thanos is busy with work and if they’re in private or not because he doesn’t do PDAs.)No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Too many to count.

How many children will they adopt? - Thanos adopted one of Ebony’s biological children, Lyss (who is an adult now), from when he was held in captivity as a breeder. One day Thanos went out to search and see if any of the children Maw had given birth to had survived the destruction of his planet, and he ended up locating Lyss and reuniting him with Ebony as a gift to his mate.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Ebony does that kind of stuff usually.

Who is the stricter parent? - Definitely Thanos. He is all tough love.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Ebony is the more worried parent normally. He henpecks about everything because he’s so fussy and particular.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Nobody really ‘packs’ lunches, because the children don’t go to a separate school, they are taught at home. But Thanos makes the lunches for everyone, he’s very specific about food in general.

Who is the more loved parent? - Depends on which kid we’re talking about but in general probably Maw because he spends more time bonding and caring for the children while Thanos usually plays the role of ‘bad cop’ disciplinarian when he has to.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - There are none.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Again, no traditional graduation.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Neither. Ebony is more lenient and more likely to let the kids off the hook when they misbehave, but he would never argue with Thanos about any punishment they get from him.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Thanos. He doesn’t trust anyone with food.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Thanos is EXTREMELY picky about his food, hence why he makes it all himself. He tried having cooks before on Sanctuary ll but it…didn’t end up well for them.

Who does the grocery shopping? - They don’t shop, Thanos grows all of his own food in his farm/garden.

How often do they bake desserts? - Rarely. The kids don’t get to eat junk food, but sometimes Thanos has made Maw cupcakes as a gift on birthdays or something.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Thanos doesn’t eat meat. Because of this, Maw also stopped eating meat when he met Thanos.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Thanos is the one who does that kind of thing. he doesn’t like surprises for himself, even pleasant ones.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - They don’t really ‘go out’ to eat.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Neither. Thanos knows what he is doing and Maw would only be cooking under training/supervision from Thanos.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Ebony is more focused on details like this.

Who is really against chores? - Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? - They don’t really have any ‘pets’. There are animals that live on Thanos’s farm but they are free to wander around. They usually stick around though because they get fed well there. Thanos cleans up after them.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Neither.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - They don’t have many guests but that definitely sounds like an Ebony thing. He’s very anxious about presentation and being judged whereas Thanos knows the guests are way too scared of him to be worth being stressed over.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Neither, they don’t believe in using money.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Both about equal, and they often do so together anyways.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - No dog.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - They don’t celebrate holidays, so there’s no special decorations that change at different times.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Ebony’s is to serve Thanos in every way and never displease him, and Thanos’s is to maintain a ‘power couple’ relationship and have a ‘queen’ to rule the universe at his side, someone loyal and worthy.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Thanos doesn’t really ever need sleep, and Ebony is usually too busy with the kids to sleep that long. They’re both morning people.

Who plays the most pranks? - Neither. That’s ‘uncle’ Corvus’s job.

#asks #jcmorrigan #thanmaw