#SO YOU MUSTN'T FORGET MINE EITHER

[madeinjapan-thailand-blbambeyond]

MADE IN THAILAND

Series: We Are

NARAVIT LERTRATKOSUM

[Nickname: POND]

PHUWIN TANGSAKYUEN

[hirmienworld]

"I'll never forget your kiss.."

".. so you mustn't forget mine either."

[silverraes]

"I'll never forget your kiss, so you mustn't forget mine either"

[thr0wnawayy]

Who would the 10-13 1A members that died in the MLA be, if MHA had any actual stakes? I really liked your Kaminari idea, so I just wanted to explore it with you. It would have realistically made UA/the heroes look a hell of a lot worse and the villains look a hell of a lot smarter if they went for the angle of "the best heroics school in Japan is using child soldiers!"

I know for the heroes, it should have been Pixie Bob and Gran Torino in addition to Crust. Endeavor also should have died because it would have actually given the story actual stakes - Japan is now in shambles and the new #1 hero/heavy hitter is dead. Oh shit, what are they going to do?

Firstly I feel I should clarify that both 1A and B would lose some team members as both classes were thrust into war with basically no real training. Although for the sake of plot 1A would lose vastly more.

With that stated, let us begin.

I know for a fact that Koda is dead.

Truthfully, there is no way someone as bulky as him (with the addition of his poorly designed costume) would be even marginally capable of outrunning Shigaraki's Decay.

His quirk (Anivoice) gives him zero advantages and being in Jaku (a city under evacuation) would only add to this.

We also mustn't forget that the rubble by itself was also capable of disintegrating anything it touched. Putting all that together and given how close he was to "ground zero", his chances of survival are slim to none.

Additionally, everyone who found Midnight's corpse is either dead or brutally injured.

Midnight's body is isolated in a decently foliage heavy area, with plenty of hiding spots and vantage points making it all too easy to set an ambush.

Our merry band of MLA/PLF mercenaries simply have to bide their time, wait for the shock and horror to settle in and then strike.

Sero, Kirishima and Setsuna are easy targets (with Setsuna being the farthest from the bait) their backs are turned and mentally are either distant or "vacant".

If Momo didn't recover from her grief and get off the floor, it's game over.

However. She would likely manage to fend them off long enough to escape (thanks to her intelligence and dexterity), although not without some scars. (eyepatch momo, anyone?)

Mina might be able to hold them off due to her acid but will eventually falter because (as you mentioned) Aizawa's a shitheel.

That brings us up to 5 students so far (if we include Kaminari's death) that have died due to UA's (and the HPSC's) crippling negligence.

I'm a tad hesitant to add Tsu here but it's unlikely she'd survive. (even if she does survive the wave, she'd likely die in the crossfire)

Comicman, because yeah he's unimportant.

For the Villa Raid team it's important that we cut some heroes in order for this scenario to work.

Edgeshot is dead, likely fried to death by Electro-lite.

This would cause the raiding heroes to become discouraged and overwhelmed.

the MLA's gear is more than a match and combined with their years of fighting and tactical prowess. It's not even close.

Simply put; divide and conquer.

Mineta's dying for sure. His costume restricts his (torso and leg) movements and makes him standout like a traffic cone. That guy with holes all over his body is likely the one to snuff him out.

Ojiro is dead the moment the MLA members use numbers to overwhelm him, no amount of martial arts will save you from getting jumped.

Mines dies because his quirk (Twin Impact) suffers from the Flect Fallacy.(Overwhelming the quirk will break it). So pretty much any MLA member could be the one to kill him

That sets the score to 11 total student deaths (8 for 1A, 3 for 1B), not a good look.

We know the rest, Dabi kills Enji for good.

Skeptic publishes a video along with Dabi's exposé that reveals UA is using child soldiers and that the HPSC forged paperwork to allow this.

And the crowd goes wild!

The reactions would be brutal, national if not global criticism from every angle.

The entire raid and evacuation effort would be considered an immense failure, the villains remain at large to gather their numbers and most civilians would be left homeless and displaced.

The hero that everybody placed their bets on turned out be a child/wife beating eugenicist who bought (and later assaulted) his wife when she was only 17. Only to be killed off by the very child he left to burn.

The (global) outrage partially stems from the fact that if it weren't for Dabi, no one would have known otherwise .

The number 2 hero is an (attempted) murderer and seems almost irritated at Enji being outed, the world stage takes this the wrong way and opts not to aid Japan.* What pisses them off the most is his uncaring attitude.

Considering them a lost cause when Shigaraki not only breaks everyone out of Tartarus but also manges to kill AFO by sheer force of will (and wanting to see his friends live as they please)

Rei's speech/conference serves as the final nail. Going into immense detail of the pain she and her children suffered at the hands of Enji. (If their were any doubts Touya was her son, they were killed here)

When asked if anyone knew, she finishes her speech off with revealing that some heroes and staff knew about the abuse and chose to look the other way. Causing the room to burst into an uproar.

*(explaining why Japan was allowed to fester for as long as it did without intervention, something Hori failed to explain)

Parents begin pulling out their children in droves, not wanting to risk their kids getting drafted, others quit by choice.

Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu don't put their students on the front lines (they aren't stupid). The commission is unable to force them due to their, "unique" situation.

The heroes that quit are harshly criticized by the public and media (and usually fairly too), pointing out how shitty it looks (and is) for heroes to suddenly abandon them as soon as things get serious.

Class 1A is left to pickup the pieces with 8 classmates killed (+ Bakugo) the events of the last week have shocked them to their cores but perhaps there is hope.

Of course they're left to pick up their predecessors mistakes, again.

Midoriya would still go rouge, albiet he would stick to his principals. He's made a disturbing connection between Bakugo and Endeavor and it haunts him.

(I should add that Bakugo's death is portrayed for the selfish play it was)

Midoriya likely driven by the need to ensure that he doesn't lose anyone else. His anger at AM would probably stem from the fact that he is putting himself in danger for someone as "expendable" as himself.

I could see the two having a heart to heart that Midoriya is more than his quirk once he willingly returns.

Some additional information:

Bakugo dies permanently, because Edgeshot was killed by "Electro" earlier (even then I'm not doing the writing atrocity that is the "Jeart".)

For heroes I'd like to add Jeanist to the roster. Gigantomachia should have swatted him and his airship like a fly. This means the top 3 are dead, adding to the chaos. This also prevents the old-gen from taking up space.

The High-End Nomu beat the tar out of Miriko, leaving crippled at best and a paraplegic at worst. (That is assuming they don't kill her).

Fourth Kind is killed when, like Ojiro, he is overwhelmed.

Your absolutely correct, Gran Torino and Pixiebob are eliminated, joining Crust.

Twice actually lives, though I would keep that ambiguous until later, he wouldn't get out unscathed of course and would probably need to be put into a coma while his injuries heal.

Himiko's revenge plot now has additional stakes as she promises Twice that she will return to him. (before he's medically put under)

This also fuels the PLF + Spinner, vowing to do right by their ally and friend.

Dabi would have disfigured Hawks upon discovery of his attempt on Twice's life, no more cosmetic scars. Just good old fashioned brutality.

(The fear of losing Twice may have dug up the past memory of losing his mother after Enji drove her to the brink. As Dabi cares deeply for both [even if he won't admit it] ontop of the fact that it's a "hero" that's trying to take them and he betrayed them).

Overall this world is going to be one wild ride with a very different ending to what Hori gave us.

It is a story not of heroes and villains, but of ideals and goals. It asks the question:

What is it to save?

A few additional notes:

Momo would likely have a revenge arc as a sort of parallel between Izuku and Himiko. However it wouldn't be as bland as what we got in canon with Mina.

The mercenaries aren't mustache twirling supremacists, no. Here they're cold, calculated soldiers who are strictly tactical. Midnight was "nothing personal, just business" to them.

They serve as a dark mirror to Momo's shift in personality during the war, as Momo reverts to her initial cold confidant personality and kicks it up to 20 as she hunts them down.

Midnight's killer even points out midbattle on how Momo was sexualized and she doesn't even know it. Telling her at one point: "You may see them as an equal, they see you as a display"

The battle isnt treated as a victory either, while the Momo and her squadron win, the gravity of the situation isn't ignored and Momo actually listens to her opponent's critique.

[fyeahthaidramas]

I'll never forget your kiss, so you mustn't forget mine either.

[essentiallykpopandbl]

"I'll never forget your kiss. *kiss* So you mustn't forget mine either."

Yeah, that would have me melting to a pile of nothingness. Peem is stronger than I am.

[witchzvamp]

Wow.. this episode was A LOT.

first of all, my question about how the group reacted to tanfang dating was answered. but i could swear that they knew bc tanfang were acting like a couple, and ALSO someone asked tan "so the person you were serious about was fang? " he didn't said it at the festival episode? it's because his friends are stupid or a plot hole, i guess we'll never know

the rest is me yapping about the episode 💁‍♀️

my favorite thing in this show is still their friendship; the talk between peem and q was so emotional to me and so deep and important, and the boys comforting toey, they're good friends... i love to see it, a group of friends who are FRIENDS

omg satang, i almost cried with him, i didn't know he would make me so emotional; i wasn't familiar with your game satang!

i would also feel kinda betrayed in this whole situation, like what do you you know me and know how i feel about the drama that happened, how i feel about everything, and still choose to not tell me and not talk to me? but also, toey is too involved in the situation too, his choice i guess...

toey "i think i stand a chance"? WTH my boy, the man kissed you ON THE MOUTH! you THINK you stand a chance omg

i love how peem is so aware of everyone else's feelings, he's so emotionally intelligent, just not his own... baby you're in this push and pull with phum and you obviously like him, you kissed this man TWICE and also after this pseudo declaration "i will never forget your kiss, *smooch smooch* so you mustn't forget mine either", the two of you just get up and go home and ignore this? i want to know what happened after that kiss!!!

my boy kluen finally appeared! and also falling in love at the first "weird meet-cute" with peem haha my boy was dumbfounded

as far as i know, kluen just appears when phumpeem is already dating, but i think they changed that, to make phum feel more jealous and make a move faster, because i think there is still family drama to follow, speaking of family, fang mentioned their father is coming back in the first episode and he didn't appear until now, plot hole again? however, fang doesn't live with phum, perhaps he lives in the family house, and the father might be there, but that father was never mentioned again

coming back to my favorite boys, phumpeem you both want to kiss so bad it's embarrassing for you, like what was all that at your aunt's coffee shop 🤨

"[...] i'm your special customer" "you're special?" "am i not special to you?" caught you phum!!! you want to be special to him!! kind of a loser if i'm being honest hahahaha

they're already in love and i hope they realize it soon!!

i think pun will realize his feelings before chain even has a single thought about it, but he will be like "i really like him? or i just like him like a friend? or i like like him?" that kind of thing

or they might be dating already and didn't tell anyone and no one find out (and for how oblivious they're friend group is, this is very much plausible), i they already look like a couple most of the time so 🤷‍♀️

qtoey WON!!! a "can i hit on you?", a kiss, a fight, and a beginning of a reconciliation on a single episode? wow you did it!! you fucking did it! congratulations 🎉

sorry for any mistakes 🫛

[pf0507]

“I'll never forget your kiss, so you mustn't forget mine either” - Phum

[reverendabbott]

Maybe we have...maybe we haven't. Perhaps we met a hundred lifetimes already and neither of us simply don't remember it. And while yes I do think this is...a level of devotion, you mustn't forget that this ache is a hungry violent one of mine. A sinful voice in the shape of my own thoughts, I don't need to meet you in person to want to "touch" your soul. But from what I've seen so far and read from you, your quite a poet one that touches the heart of many.

Your fruit to me father...the forbidden fruit.

-🐻🧡

I speak to many people, yes. But most, I only communicate with through my askbox. There's a reason for that. I still have my sacred mission. I must focus on Him, and not any mortal bodies.

So, you're forbidden to me as well. Though I don't think that matters to either of us.

It brings me great shame to admit this, but despite your insistence of the nature of your ache for me, I don't find myself caring. Or fearing.

[blackhole-imagines]

His Combatant (Grimmjow x Reader)

This is a story i put a lot of work into, its on my Wattpad as well. I placed the link at the bottom so no one thinks I stole this story.

It’s kind of weird it has kind of lives me castle/mythology vibes, but I still really like it.

It’s about a Fraccion who was under Harribel, but due to her overconfidence in her abilities she was transferred.

Now that I think abt it it’s kind of out of character bc Harribel would never give one of her girls up but whatever let’s just pretend Lmao

Ch. 1

Hueco Mundo was very different than what an outsider may think. Hollows were savages; yes, but there was a whole intricate system that outsiders knew nothing of. As the beast became stronger it became more intelligent, so it is only natural that there is some order going on outside of Las Noches. Las Noches however, was much more complex. The Arrancars and Espadas didn't just roam around aimlessly through the castle halls. They have jobs, errands to run, friends. Some are better at socializing than others, but that is more than okay.

The Espadas are assigned castles inside of Las Noches. These castles didn't just house the Espada and Fraccion, but other arrancars as well. The Arrancars are each assigned a castle where they will be living and working. Naturally these Arrancars are commanded by the respective Espada of that certain castle. The castles weren't anything like the fairy tail ones, the were the typical white buildings of Las Noches with gold details on the outside. The castles were built so that they surrounded the main castle, Aizens castle. The buildings were ordered clock wise, so the First Espadas castle was in between the second and tenth Espada's. They never touched, the buildings, everything was spaced out so that no one was breathing down each other's necks. It prevented conflict.

There was a girl who had just finished patrolling the castle boarders. She was no ordinary Arrancar, she was one of the Fraccion. One of the more skilled out of the bunch. She belonged to Harribel: the third. Patrol was a crucial part of living in Las Noches. There wasn't anything like a civil war but it was pivatal to always have a look out. This castle was the only one ran by a female Arrancar, and some have tried to take that as an opportunity to attack. Other times they had to watch out for refugees. Many have taken refuge in the third's castle looking to escape the more ruthless Espada. At the moment they were at full capacity and could no longer take anyone in.

Announcing her entrance with a knock, she entered the third's quarters. Lady Harribel was seated by a small table and seemed to be filling out some paperwork. As the girl approached her rightful Espada, she descended on her knees. Harribel gave her a brief nod and allowed her to speak. "Lady Harribel, the northern and eastern boarders are quiet. Apache should be returning from her patrol duties soon". "Rise ___" She did as she was asked and quickly got on her two feet. "We need to talk" Harribel announced. The Fraccion nodded slowly becoming anxious.

Lady third scribbled one last thing on the document she was working on and placed her her pen down. Harribel's normally sharp eyes seemed softer today and it bothered the girl even more. She felt something was wrong the minute she stepped foot in this room.

"As of today" she paused "you will no longer be one of my Fraccion". Her breath caught in her throat, she was silent, in shock. Her thoughts ran amok in her head; did she do something wrong? Had she upset lady Harribel? Was she not strong enough? No, she knew none of those justified lady Harribel's reasoning. Not once had the Espada lifted her gaze from her now former Fraccion.

"So what now? You're demoting me to the bottom of the food chain?" She asked with a slight pitch of sharpness in her tone. Harribel noticed right away and stood up, the ex-subordinate quickly lowered her head. "You will retain your title as a Fraccion, just not mine". "Then who's" She implored. "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez" there was a pause, she did not want to hear that name. He was one of the three most ruthless Espada's in Las Noches. The amount of Arrancar that had dragged their bruised and beaten bodies here, bleeding in order to escape, the sexta sickened her. "But lady Hallibel why? I'm the strongest of your fraccion, there in no reason for me to be sent to that brute. You've seen what he's done to who make him mad" her voice held frustration and desperation "then don't make him mad".

Her hands were balled in a fist, drops of red falling onto the white floor. Tears had threatened to escape her eyes, but she held it in. "____" she paused her voice much softer this time "this is precisely why I'm doing this, you're too confident in your abilities. It's not a bad thing, but you need a challenge, a reason to always be on your guard and this is it". The salty liquid broke trough and cascaded down her red cheeks. "You shouldn't be so trusting and comfortable around your environment, you never know when someone will come for you. Lord Aizen and I talked about this, it was either Nnoitra, Szayelaporro, or Grimmjow. I would never give you to the 5th, and the 8th was out of the question." She had parted her lips to respond, but nothing came out.

Harribel released a long breath "this will be good for you, pack a bag and be at the 6th gate by dusk" after nodding her head she made her way to the door "lady Harribel... may I visit" she questioned "Only if he allows". She bit her lip in frustration and quickly made her way out. She took the long way to her room, intaking every inch of her home. She didn't want to leave. As much as she hated to admit, she was scared. Injuries she had seen, had patched up that was made by the sixth, he was merciless. She had only been in Grimmjow's presence a handful of times and none of them were pleasant. The last time she had seen him she made sure to never see him again. She was mistaken.

Thinking about it made her body shiver. She will never forget that day. There was an Arrancar she had spotted while on patrol, he was dragging his body through the sand because one of his legs was blown off. She rushed to his rescue because at the time they were taking in refugees. It all happened so fast, one minute she was running and the next she saw blue and white in front of her. All she heard was a scream and the man was dead. The sexta's body had covered hers from the blood that gushed out of the mans body. Grimmjow turned towards her wearing a cynical smirk that she would never forget.

Entering her room had brought her back to reality. She walked over to her closet and began packing necessities. When she had finished she sat on her bed and pondered. She couldn't wrap her head around it, lady Harribel was right. She had become less attentive and more trusting, but it was no reason to send her away. When the sky became pink she got up and went on her merry way. To get to Grimmjow's castle she couldn't walk around to get to it, not unless she wanted to be fired at by cero's. Her new home was located almost across her old one. She had to go through Aizen's castle, his castle was connected to all the others.

The skies were now grey and she stood outside of the 6th gate awaiting her escort. The man who had come to pick her up introduced himself as Shawlong, he was tall, skinny, and carried himself with honor . She admired that in individuals, his hollow mask was very different than hers. His resembled a hat that had a spike to its right side and it covered his left eye. Hers resembled a forehead crown that had a sharp end that reached in between her eyes.

Unlike the thirds castle that was lively and full of life, this one was dead. There hadn't been a single other arrancar in sight. "Where is everyone?" She looked at Shawlong for an answer. "Many of our arrancar do not know how to behave around lord Grimmjow, so they die. Others flee to other castles" nodding her head she kept silent. "You mustn't be scared, lord Grimmjow detests fear" he paused "but he has good intentions" she scoffed, but kept her mouth shut.

Shawlong showed her to her room, it was different from her previous room. It was simpler, she didn't hate it. "I'll come find you when our lord returns, you may wander the hall if you wish. Do not go into the room with the double doors, unless you intend to die" that quickly caught her attention, she knew where not to go to. After Shawlong left she began placing her things down. The room was surprisingly clean, it surprised her that they kept up with their cleanliness due to the lack of inhabitants. She walked over to the large mirror in the corner of the room and began examining herself. Turning her body in different directions just to check herself out. She had the standard hakamas on, her top was a white long sleeve bodysuit. With a deep breath she undid the black sash around her waist, pants sliding to the floor. The rest of her clothes soon followed, she tossed them in a bin she assumed is where laundry went. Her nude frame walked across the room and entered the bathroom. She started her shower and planned to go to bed right after.

[that-rogue-valar]

Light of My World

Pairings: Mairon (Sauron) x Leithrien (Hirilgwathren)

Warnings: Child-birth, some language (I think), battle and mentions of blood and wounds 

A/N: This is published on my Quotev, bitochaos. Enjoy! 

 "Sauron, please!" I cried, holding on to the fabric of his robes as tears cascaded down my cheeks. "Don't go, just let the army go and fight." 

My husband cupped my face and connected his lips to my forehead for a split second. He leaned his forehead against mine.  "Why do you want me to stay so badly, Hiril?" Sauron asked, his voice lowered to a whisper. 

I dared not to let go of his robes, so I kept the fabric wrapped tightly in my fists. I couldn't bear the thought of him going to battle and getting injured or his physical body dying away because of it. 

He seemed to take notice of the anxiety that began to boil in my lungs. "What is it, Hirilgwathren?" 

"Sauron...I am..." I trailed off, staring into his golden orbs. "Sauron, I am with child. Please, do not be angry--" 

Sauron cut me off and captured my lips with his own, quick and chaste, yet just long enough to shut me up. I laced my fingers in his ginger hair and whimpered. He pulled away, then leaned his forehead against mine again. 

"I am not angry, Hiril," he whispered. "Thank you, my dove." 

"You are staying, no?" I questioned. "Please, stay with us." 

He shook his head and held me flush against him. I didn't bother moving, didn't bother messing up what was going on. Instead, I remained silent as my hot tears streamed down my face in utter sorrow. Sauron placed his large hand on the back of my head and gently massaged his fingers against my skull. The other wandered down to my hips and rubbed my abdomen with his thumbs. That was all it took before my tears became heavy sobs. 

"You mustn't go," I croaked. "You mustn't go."

"I know, darling," Sauron said. "I promise, it will be no more than a month. I will return to you, Hirilgwathren." 

He lowered himself down to his knees and pressed a kiss to my stomach. I felt myself crumbling slowly as he whispered his goodbyes and promises of his return to our unborn child. I brought his face up to mine and gave him one last kiss before he walked out of the doors of Barad-dur. 

By the time my husband returned, it had been several months since he left. I sent messengers frequently to relay my letters to Sauron over the course of the war and sketches of everyday life in the palace. My swollen abdomen restricted me from my daily activities and I voiced my frustration to Sauron through my letters. 

"Lady Hirilgwathren?" One of the servants asked after she knocked on the door to my chambers. "You have been summoned." 

"By whom?" 

"He requested that his identity be hidden for the romance of it." 

I made my way down to the front gates, slowly but surely. My child restricted such hasty movements and I hadn't been able to move much faster than a waddle for the past two months.

I knew immediately who summoned me when I saw a speckle of ginger hair against black armor. My breath hitched in my lungs and tried my best to run to him. Sauron looked as if he were about to panic at the sight of his heavily pregnant wife, half waddling, half running towards him.

"Sauron!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck. "You're home!" 

He nodded, kissing my lips with slow and raw passion. I felt tears, this time out of pure joy, creep down my face. Sauron pulled away and wiped my tears from my face. 

Without thinking, he knelt in front of me like he did whenever he went to battle, his heavy body sinking slightly in the sands of Mordor. He placed his hands on either side of my belly and smiled.

"Hello, little one," he said, his lips pressed against my stomach as he spoke to our child. "I am your Ada. I know you haven't heard my voice for several months, little one, and I know your Mamil has taken great care of you in there." 

"This is the first time your child has stopped kicking me for months." I chuckled, brushing his long locks out of his eyes with my fingers. 

Sauron peered up at me as he felt his child kick against his large hands. A smile crept across his face and sheer terror ripped across mine. As soon as he saw what was going on-- either by the large puddle forming on the ground or by the look on my face-- he plucked himself from the ground and scooped me into his arms. 

"Sauron! I can walk!" I shouted, struggling to squirm out of his grip. I just accepted it.

One of the servant girls met us at the door and saw immediately that I was in labor. She went to go fetch the other servant girls to assist me during the birth of our child. 

I cried out in pain for ten long, wretched hours. My child was slowly tearing my body piece by piece. Sauron stayed beside me the entire night, offering me water or brushing the hair out of my eyes. One of the servants announced that she could see the baby's head. 

"Red hair!" One of them squealed, clapping her hands. "They've got red hair!" 

Sauron smirked beside me and I punched him in the chest. I did my best to push until the pressure was gone and my child's wails filled the air. 

"Congratulations, sir. Congratulations, miss," the girl cradling my child's body said. "Beautiful boy, miss." 

Sauron kissed my temple and whispered his thanks into my ear. "You did so well, my dove," he muttered. "So well." 

We discussed several names-- Sauron's suggestion was Melkor, of course-- before I came up with Caldir. As much as my husband hated me naming our son in my native tongue, he agreed that Caldir was going to be our son's name. 

"Caldir, hmm?" Sauron cooed, lifting our child out of my arms and into his. Caldir wiggled himself into a more comfortable position in his Ada's arms. "You are to treat your mother well and respect her," my husband whispered to our newborn son. "All others, just forget it. Just treat Ada and Mamil like we treat you, little one." 

I chuckled and leaned my head on Sauron's broad shoulder, watching as my ginger child slept peacefully in his father's arms. My husband rocked a slow pace as he held Caldir, his eyes not leaving his son a single time. I could've sworn I saw tears forming in his eyes and I nearly killed over at the sight of Sauron crying. 

"Are you crying, my love?" I questioned, shifting my body to get a better look at his face. Sauron shook his head and tried to look away from me. "It is alright, Sauron. You do not have to be embarrassed. We made this being together, it is special." 

A deep laugh boomed from my husband's chest and Caldir stirred, eventually opening his eyes. "He's...he's got your ears and your eyes," Sauron observed. "Those Eru-damned ears of yours." 

"But we are the fairest of the Children," I prodded my finger into his chest. "The Maiar aren't." 

Sauron rolled his eyes. "Sure, my dove, keep telling yourself that." 

Five years later...

"Do not teach our sons Black Speech!" I shouted, Sauron, Caldir and our youngest son, Isilme, whipping their heads around at the sound of my voice. Both of them looked as if they could faint. 

Sauron crossed his arms over his chest. "Why not? He will have to communicate with the armies somehow," my husband protested. "Besides, your Quenya and your traditions are pointless." 

I stepped over to my five-year-old son and placed my hands on his little shoulders. "Caldir, Isilme," I began. "Why don't you two go and get ready for dinner." 

The boys both nodded and took off towards their chambers, leaving me with his father. Sauron smirked at me as soon as the door clicked shut. 

"I ought to smack you upside your stupid head," I hissed. "You cannot tell Caldir and Isilme that my heritage is stupid!" 

Sauron shrugged and held out his hand to me. Even though I was angry with him, I put my hand in his and tried to keep a straight face. It didn't work. I found myself kneeling in his lap, eyes locked with his. Sauron held my hands against his chest. 

"You know I love you, Hiril," Sauron muttered. "But we both know why I despise it so much." 

I nodded. "But the boys should know that they are half-elven." 

"Why? You do not have to tell them your parentage--" 

"Sauron!" I shouted, shooting the most sinister glare I could muster. Sauron looked half-taken back and actually looked shocked that I yelled at him like that. I lowered my voice before I continued. "Those are my children too." 

My husband brought a hand up to cup the side of my face, golden eyes watching for some sort of disapproval in mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in the crook of it. He shivered when he felt my tears and he seemed to know that he did something wrong. 

"Are you alright, Hiril?" Sauron's deep voice was barely audible. 

I shook my head. "I used to be known only as Leithrien, the youngest daughter of Finarfin and Earwen. Now I am known as the Betrayer, the wife of Evil," I choked out. "My kin refuse to love me like they once did. I am no longer Leithrien and it hurts, Sauron. It hurts so badly." 

Sauron laced his fingers in my golden hair. I whimpered at his touch and let my sobs go. The hurt that was built up over a millennia was being released. I wept for the life that I could have had if I hadn't rebelled and married Sauron. I wept for the life my children could have had if it weren't for my decisions. I wept for my kin that I had lost from my rebellion. 

But I wouldn't trade the years I have spent in Barad-dur and Angband for anything. I wouldn't trade my husband or my children for the life I could have had. They were the light of my world. My sun and my moon. What my sons were named for. 

My husband's voice shushed me. "I know, my dove," Sauron whispered. "Sometimes I too wonder what could have been if I hadn't made the decisions that I have made."

"I wish the Valar would give us a second chance, for the children," I muttered. I felt his head bob in agreement. 

Caldir and Isilme deserved to see the light in the world and not the dark. They deserved so much better. 

"I will have a messenger sent tomorrow," Sauron told me. "Just stop crying, would you?" 

I gave him a quick kiss and dried the wetness that was left behind by my sorrow with the sleeve of my gown. I thanked him over and over again until he told me to shut my blabbering up. My sorrow was replaced by excitement and anxieties. What if the Valar will not forgive us? What if our entire family is sent into the shadow with Melkor? 

Into the Third Age and the Destruction of the Ring...

The sight of him was pitiful. I held him in my arms, trying to help him in any way I could. He writhed and cried out in pain as the Ring was being destroyed. He was dying. Our sons stood, watching in complete horror as their immortal and seemingly invincible father died before them. 

"Sauron, please!" I begged, brushing the bright red hair out of his face. "Please, don't leave me. Stay, stay." 

"I never told you." Sauron choked. "I never told you what the messenger said." 

I shook my head, hot tears brimming my eyelids. "Don't."

"Your sister wants you to depart to Aman with her," my husband muttered. "Take Caldir and Isilme. I will be put on trial when I go to Aman. Leave me and make your journey to the Blessed Realm. I will be there whenever you reach the shores." 

I couldn't. Caldir and Isilme tried pulling me away, but I remained still. I held my iron grip on Sauron's red robes and refused to move from him. I could feel his flesh dying. He wasn't warm any longer. He was gone. 

My world went dark and my cries echoed in the halls of Barad-dur. The hands of my sons clasped on my shoulders as they knelt down beside me. 

"Mamil," Caldir said. "Ada would want us to go. You know that. He told us to depart and see your sister." 

They had to drag me away from my husband's lifeless body. He would be restored in Valinor if the Valar granted him a second chance. I just had to have that hope in my heart. I could not find it. 

We reached the Grey Havens after our long journey. My sister waited there, accompanied by a group of Elves that I assumed to be her children and grandchildren. I learned later that the one elleth was, in fact, her granddaughter and she was married to a marchwarden. They had a child together. Galadriel gave me a gentle smile, something that I craved so long to see from my kin. 

"It has been long since I have seen you, Leithrien," Galadriel said, her voice soft and kind. 

"It has been too long," I told her. "I missed too much. I missed my family." 

Galadriel dipped her head in an understanding manner. "I am assuming these two to be your sons." 

I nodded my head. "Yes," I began. "Caldir is the eldest of the two and looks the most like his father. Isilme is the youngest." 

Caldir and Isilme gave the Elvish greeting I worked so hard to implement in their lives. Sauron didn't appreciate it. 

"And your husband? Where is he?" Galadriel questioned. 

I felt my breathing hitch. He was gone. He was in Aman by now, his trial was probably over and he either was sent with his old master or granted a second chance. Caldir snapped me out of my thoughts by placing his slender hand on my shoulder. 

"When the Halflings destroyed the Ring, he died away in this world," I explained. "He is waiting for me in Valinor." 

We boarded the ship and sailed until we saw the shores of Aman. Long had it been since I last saw the shores of the Blessed Realm. My heart longed to see my home again. 

My sons were in awe as we set foot upon the shore. I remembered the sands, the trees, the warmth of the sun. The sweet smell of the fauna of Yavanna and the salty aroma of the seas of Ulmo filled my nostrils as the memories of my homeland swelled in my heart. 

I was home. 

A familiar figure stood tall at the end of the wooden dock. The joy in my heart was overflowing after the figure turned around. 

He waited for me. 

"Mairon!" I shouted, forgetting to be a proper Elvish lady. "Mairon!" 

I ran towards him, my gown gathered in my fists to keep myself from tripping on the fabric. He ran towards me until we met in the middle, his strong arms wrapping around my waist and plucking me off the ground. I wasted no time waiting for him to kiss me. I collided my lips against his and time seemed to stop. 

"You waited for me," I breathed out once we pulled away. "You waited." 

He chuckled, nodding his head. "Yeah, I did. It got boring."

I rolled my eyes at his faked annoyed tone. I laced my fingers in his familiar ginger hair and studied his brilliant golden eyes that I knew so well. They were different. They were happy and innocent. They were Mairon's eyes and not Sauron's.

Our sons came clambering off the boat, their arms open wide as they ran towards us. Mairon put me down and the boys wrapped me and their father in a bone-crushing hug. I squirmed, trying to see over the top of their arms, but I was too short compared to the Maia and our Half-Maiar children. 

We journeyed to Tirion, my birthplace, and there they stood. My Mamil and Ada awaited on the balcony of their bedroom. I lifted my hand and waved, shouting to my parents. 

Mamil placed her hand over her mouth and Ada ran into the house, coming down the stairs to greet me. Mamil followed not too long after. 

"Ada! Mamil!" I whispered, gathered in their sweet embraces. "I am home, Mamil. I am home, Ada." 

My parents pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. Ada studied Mairon through judging eyes. 

"Are these two yours?" Mamil gestured to Caldir and Isilme. 

"Those two are Caldir and Isilme," I said with a nod and grabbed hold of Mairon's arm, pulling his body towards me. "And this is my husband, Mairon. We have been married since I left Aman." 

"You left Aman because you married Sauron, Leithrien," Mamil observed. "Not this Mairon." 

"Yes," I admitted. "But this is him. Was him." 

Mamil eyed Mairon with the same judging glare that Ada gave him. They welcomed him nonetheless but kept an ever watchful eye on him. 

 * * * 

"This is the last one, Mairon!" I grunted, laying my hand on my swollen abdomen. I swore back in Barad-dur whenever Isilme was born that he would be my last child but my husband, however, couldn't keep it in his pants. We had six more after Isilme. 

Mairon smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sure, sweetheart." 

"My sister had one daughter, one of my brothers only had two children and here I am with seven and one more on the way," I grumbled. "No. More." 

Our final son was born not too long after our conversation. Mamil, Ada and my siblings had gotten used to the routine of having a baby in the family frequently and asked when the next was going to be born. Mairon said soon and I said never. 

Mairon and I made enough children to fill the House of Finwe with constant noise and annoyance. Mamil and Ada insisted on paying for us to have our own home built not too far from theirs. 

Our children grew to be well-known smithies, generals, and architects in Aman. We were proud and soon we had our own grandchildren to chase after. 

Sometimes, we all get happy endings in the end.