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"I thought maybe I could say something. Tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this... darkness."

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#soulmates

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I will survive. Out of spite

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Wrath and Joy

Did I expect myself to be writing a minor character ship on a Sunday night by the fire? No. And certainly not these two characters. And yet here we are. Just a quick drabble I needed to get out of my head.

Fandom: Fourth Wing / The Empyrean (Spoilers for Onyx Storm, I guess?)

Rating: PG-13 for language

Ship: Catriona Cordella/Trager

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“But why?”

“Why what?” 

“What’s your angle? Your mother was a seamstress and your father is a clerk. There’s no scenario in which I, never mind my Uncle, agree to entertain this long-term. You can’t barter or scheme for shit, and it’s not like you’re going to sell me out to Navarre.” 

Trager lets out an exasperated sigh, and drags his palm from his hair to his mouth, covering it as he looks at her pointedly. “Cat, are you fucking for real?” 

She bristles, obviously, trying to be stone cold, like she should be, but she can’t ignore the prickling desire to just…not be. To lower her own shields for once. She wants desperately to add fire to his thoughts, to turn up whatever emotions, whatever underlying thoughts he’s hiding there to a boil, so she can see what’s really there…but at the same time, she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to meddle with him, with this, with whatever this is. 

“I want you. You’re fucking gorgeous—” He removes the hand from his mouth and lifts one finger at her pointedly, “Which I know you know, and I know is a shallow reason. But it’s more than that. Cat, you’re a godsdamn force of nature. You’re focused, and brave, and a little unhinged sometimes.” She starts to balk, and he dares to cut her off, “But in a terrifyingly beautiful way. You’re like Dunne herself; exhilaration incarnate. And I know you like to pretend you’re above us all, but you care. You love Maren almost as much as you do Syrena, and you go out of your way to make sure even the weakest, lowliest flier among us has what we need.”

He steps forward, and grabs her shoulders, and she tenses, looking down to avoid his eyes. “I don’t give two shits about whether you’re third in line to a crown, or fortieth, or what you stand to inherit. Odds are good we might both die in the next year, so I’m not exactly making a five year plan here.” He breathes in deep, and she relaxes and chances a look at those big brown eyes. He looks so soft, so sincere. “I just care about you. And I want you. All I want is you, Cat.”

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Violet and Liam’s letters

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Family portrait. (It was really bugging me how either Nicky or Booker were getting cut out of every edit, so I've properly reunited our immortal family.)

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fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

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I've waited years to draw this

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Liam ”It‘s been. My honor.” Mairi

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sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

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I think every female child who has gotten their period should have the right to vote. 8 years old? Vote.

Why? Well if she can be forced to become a mother at that age, she should have the right to make other adult decisions.

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I am in this on both sides and I do not like it

Really fucked up that you can just inherit complexes from your mother and be fully aware that they're complexes from your mother but still do all that shit

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reminding everyone that Farscape are uploading the entire show on YouTube to watch for free, without ads, and theyre almost done with season 2 atp

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Reminder:

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The Fifth and Seventh Talon of the Antivan Crows. Or a couple that drives me crazy with their hot vibes. Their relationship is just wow 🔥

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Im almost certain you're not