#brotp: hard as ice thick as blood

[fairytail-multishipper]

To elaborate off of my old request: what are your headcanons for your queerplatonic ships? Like how they got together, domestic activities and other nice stuff.

Sure! 👇

Strawberry Sunrise

Everyone outside the guild thinks they’re dating

The press lost their minds when they moved in together for a week, Lucy’s apartment was being painted

Natsu has Lucy scented, she is a beloved member of his hoard

Stay up all night talking to each other

Natsu tried to apologize for leaving after Tartaros, but Lucy shut that down quick, said he had nothing to apologize for, she understood why he left

Hard as Ice, Thick as Blood

The seven years Lyon thought Gray was dead were the hardest years of his life

Lyon only stuck around because he wanted to make his little brother proud of how far he had come

He openly wept when they were discovered on Tenrou

Smoking buddies

They set up their own little gravesite for Ur and Ultear and they both meet up to visit them together every year

White Stars

Sting is so gay that when he found out that people thought he was dating Yukino, he short circuited

Nothing against her, he just thought it was so obvious he was a homosexual

“Seriously? Like, no offense, Yuki” “It’s fine, Sting.” “But like, you’re not my type.” “I know.” “My type is dudes.” “I know.”

They talk about their crushes on Natsu and Lucy together

T4T but like, in a platonic way

[kateis-cakeis]

Hope this isn’t too late, but I really enjoyed reading your thoughts about Gared would it be okay to request Asher Forrester for the character ask?

It isn’t late at all anon!! I would gladly do this with every character I have ever loved XD And Asher Forrester is my 3rd/4th favourite character of all time!!! So it is absolutely okay!! :D

Why I like them

AsherForrester is a perfect example of the type of character I love. Witty,sarcastic and has a true heart of gold underneath all that blood :P I honestlyfell in love with him in the first scene we saw him in. He’s one of thefunniest characters in ttgot. He’s one of the little brothers, the one who wassent away, the one who was branded as angry before we even met him. But he canbe quite level-headed if you play him that way.

Ijust love how sarcastic he is! His banter with Beskha! Wanting to do right byMalcom. Still being loyal to his family even though he was sent away! He’sincredibly loyal for a 21-year-old who was exiled to Essos when he was 17. That’ssuch an important character trait, especially if you saved him, he says henever wanted to be lord, but there he is, trying to be the Lord Forrester everyoneneeds.

I lovehim so much, he’s such a good character!

Why I don’t

This is so hard!! Like with Gared, I have to be really nitpicky here XD

Okay, so this isn’t really Asher’s fault. But when picking what you wanthim to say, his options can seem really calm in text, but then he’ll just saysomething I completely didn’t mean him to say. It’s almost like even the playercan’t control him, which is… fair for his character :P

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Again, this is a hard one! But I have to say ‘The Ice Dragon’. He makessuch a good lord for that brief time Ironrath was still with the Forresters. He’sgrieving his big brother, but my Asher knew that killing Ludd was the only wayto truly get back at the Whitehills. He let his own mother poison herself forthe good of the house. I mean… my Asher also gave Gwyn his word nothing wouldhappen but hey ho, maybe she shouldn’t have relied on that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway that episode really showed a lot of sides to Asher we didn’tpreviously get to see. And, despite his injuries, he survived the battle. He willalways be Lord Forrester to me in my post canon fics :)!

Favorite season/movie

Season 1 because there was only one season ;)

Favorite line

Okay,this is hard because nothing really stands out but one I get in my mind a lotis: “What in all the gods of fire and fuck?” He has a lot of funny linesbut I loved that one at the time!! :)!

Favorite outfit

His one in episode 6!! It’s so good to see him in another outfit and itsuits him so well! Makes him look lord like. It has a really cool colour schemetoo!!!

OTP

Well……. This one is obvious! Assoldier! Aka Asher x Random ForresterSoldier #167. A complete crack ship invented on the forums and I was one of thefounders back then. It had a whole shipping thread and was one of the bestthings I’ve ever been involved with! So yes, it’s a total OTP.

To Assoldier! All born out of one line: “My Lord! we have to get you-”

Brotp

Beskha and Asher! Pretty self-explanatory. I love how they call eachother brother and sister and I love how they have each other’s backs throughthick and thin. It’s one of the best examples of found family out there. And Ilove it!

Head Canon

So pretty much since I’m never gonna say it anywhere else, I think ifyou chose Asher in ep 5 and he survives everything and gets Ironrath back andHouse Forrester’s reputation is restored all before season 8’s timeline, Ibelieve he would have bent the knee to Daenerys as soon as he could. Especiallyif she gave you the gold.

Like he hears Daenerys is in the North and he’s like – “Wait, hold on, Igotta bend the knee! As soon as! Like right bloody now!”

I believe my Asher would have gone down that route because he owed a lot toDaenerys.

I also think if House Forrester was brought back in time, he would have foughtto retake the North from the Boltons. That would have been important to Asherand House Forrester as a whole since Ramsay fucked them over so royally. A lotof what happened with the war with the Whitehills was down to that son of abitch.

Anyhow….. Yeah, I think Asher would have bent the knee to Daenerys atthe first opportunity and as soon as he realised what she had done, he wouldhave freaked the fuck out. After all, he knows fine well what kind of damage Drogoncan do.

I also think he’d be very happy with Sansa being Queen of the North. TheForresters would surely be back in business after all that ;)

Unpopular opinion

Hmm. I don’t know if any of my opinions on Asher are unpopular??? Ithink the choice in episode 5 was pretty much 50/50, although I remember theforums were more in favour of Rodrik. I don’t know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A wish

I want to know what happened to him! Gimmie a reference in a spin off!Anything! Mira totally 100% got a reference! The rest of the Forresters deserveone too! Or at least let someone, anyone, tell us wtf happened!! I just wannaknow :(

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

I guess I can’t say I never wanna see him die because…. well…. I supposeI’d never wanna see a silly romance with him and anyone ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. AND I NEVER WILL! Because we’llnever see him again XD

5 words to best describe them

Awesome. Badass. Sarcastic. Loyal. Strong-willed.

My nickname for them

I don’thave one!! Which is a shame because he deserves one! But I don’t knoww! XD

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Thank you for letting me talk about Asher!! I could gladly talk about ttgot all day! And Asher is one of my faves, so this really got me thinking and allowed me to talk a little about what I hope happened to him post canon :)!

[hypnoidvoid]

UhHhHHH platonic or romantic stozier finding a hurt bird on a bike ride

A/N: Okay so this deadass turned into a oneshot. Stozier is my fuckin’ brotp so here I come with the FEELS. Also, for those of you that read my Reddie fic Key to the Jungle, I wrote this to be an additional out of storyline excerpt/blippet of the highschool versions of Stan and Richie in their junior year. Ecologist!Richie and Ornithologist!Stan are best friends and have been forever and now I’m crying, thank you and have a kickass day. I love adding on to this universe.

[Title: Neapolitan Bird Bath]

[Friday, April 16, 2010]

The sun, as much life as it nourished with its light and warmth, disappeared behind thick clouds as only a disfigured apparition. Rays reflected, yearned to bust through, but could only try its best to light the naturally shadowed town of Derry, Maine.

Rain collided with the glass from outside of the classroom. It pounded hard, making music of its own along with the monotone voice of their AP biology teacher lecturing about the differences in photosystems. Richie half listened, and half paid attention to different couplets of raindrops, making bets in his head as to which one would run faster down the glass. The one he always bet on seemed to be the losing raindrop unfortunately; good thing he didn’t wager any money. It was also a good thing he sat pretty far back in the classroom, otherwise the teacher may have heard his quietted hums of the Speed Racer theme song.

Richie knew every detail the teacher was talking about. Transcription blah blah, NADPH+ blah fucking blah, cytochrome this electron flow that, more blah blah. Not even with cockiness, he just already knew the information from reading as much as he did. He’d probably be able to teach the material better than the teacher, even at seventeen years of age.

“Why the fuck would they keep it photosystem I, if photosystem II comes first. Just rename that shit,” Richie whispered with annoyance after leaning into Stan’s ear, who sat in front of him.

Instead of verbally responding, Stan tore a piece of paper out of his spiralled notebook and wrote in masterful cursive ‘to make us miserable’, and indiscreetly passed it to Richie behind his back.

Richie took the pencil resting atop his ear, twirled it twice in his fingers and scribbled back, ‘must have been the same dude that took Pluto away from us. i fucking miss Pluto’.

Stan snorted, and wrote ‘don’t we all’.

Doodling a frightening sad face next to Stan’s response, he continued on the next line, ‘id rather die than have to spend more time listening to this george bush lookin motherfucker. me tHinKs we know more than he does’.

Stan admitted in his delicate text, ‘even you probably have more brain cells than he does’.

Richie muffled a snigger, writing back ‘you wrote that on paper staniel, im going to get it published. you dun fucked up’.

In big, bubble letters where he used a yellow highlighter to perfectly color in the lines, Stan admired his work that depicted ‘FUCK YOU’.

As he passed the piece of paper back to Richie, their teacher became aware of their note passing. He scowled, clipped his lazer pointer pen back into the stained pocket of his button up shirt, and slowly stomped towards the two.

“Boys, would you like to share with the rest of the class? These notes must be much more important than paying attention to my lecture.”

Nervously speaking up, Stan panicked, “It was about homework, sir.”

Looking between Stan’s jittery composure and Richie’s smug smile, he was unconvinced by the lie.

“Is that so gentlemen. Well let me see then, hand it over-”

Richie quickly crumpled and shoved the scrap piece of paper into his mouth. The class burst into laughter, as well as Stan. He chewed the awful tasting inked paper quickly and swallowed, bearing a guiltless smile at the teacher without another word. That infamous, toothy, Tozier smile flashed that his father also sported on occasion.

The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose and wagged a reprimanding finger in Richie’s face, “You’re lucky you have the highest grade in the class, Tozier. Another stunt like that and it’s detention,” then craned his neck to meet Stan’s anxious gaze, “You too, Mr. Uris.”

“You got it, teach’a man,” and Richie used two fingers to salute him. Exhaustedly rolling his eyes, the teacher returned to the front of the class and lectured for the remainder of the period, which was only about fifteen minutes. Before the bell signalled dismissal into the weekend, all of the students were promptly packed and itching to flee the classroom. They sat on the edges of their seats buzzing with excitement.

*BIIIIIING*DING*BIIIIIIIIING*

“Don’t forget to read chapters seven through-” But the teacher’s demands were drowned out by shuffling feet and giddied shrieks as the class stormed out into the swollen mist of rain.  

Swinging his patched backpack over one shoulder, Richie threw the hood of his rain jacket over his head and turned to Stan on their way out with a devilish grin, “You’re welcome.”

Stan blankly positioned his folded bag over the front of his body, “Yeah, okay. Deal’s a deal, what flavor you want this time?”

Richie looked into the sky letting droplets hit his freckled face, and pondered for a moment, “Neapolitan.”

“Neapolitan it is then.”

“With sprinkles. And fudge. And Oreo bits.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Stan chided, briskly shoving Richie’s shoulder. They unlatched their bikes that had been chained next to each other from the bike rack and peddled south of town.

They had this agreement that if one of them ever got the other, or both, out of trouble (detention, arrested, whatever) then they owed a serving of ice cream. It’s a simple enough compromise. Stan religiously ordered butter pecan, but Richie’s choice was always a gamble. Detention was a waste of fucking time, even for Richie who had spent more than enough hours there, and if they could avoid sitting in silence without doing anything for god knows how long, they rewarded each other. It’s what best friends did.

Pumping hard with his feet, Richie swiveled up on his bike alongside Stan and exclaimed, “Did you know kangaroos have two uteruses?”

Stan chuckled and shook the rain off of the top of his curls with a jolt, “You reading animal porn now?”

“The males even have two dicks to match, can ya believe that? Nature is fuckin’ craz-”

Stan abruptly yanked the brakes of his bike with enough force to slide and create a minor tire mark in the middle of the street, where Richie shut his trap and followed Stan’s lead. He was wildly confused, but mirrored him nonetheless, for Stan always had reason behind his actions. Always. Richie would never admit, but he believed Stan to be wise beyond his years, and when Stan did something unusual it was best to pay attention. Richie was smart, brilliant even, but Stan possessed a superpower of intuitive awareness.  

Face stern and focused with calculation, Stan tipped his hooded head in different directions to pick up on a sound Richie failed to initially acknowledge. All Richie heard was rain.

He pushed midnight curls aside to frame his thick glasses, “Stan?”

Pressing a strict finger to his lips, Stan shot him sharp eyes, “Shhhhh.” They listened.

Then he heard it. Little chirps echoed off of the asphalt; a peculiar place for bird noises to be coming from, especially during a storm of this severity. How Stan was able to pick up on the muted cries flashing by on a bicycle astonished Richie. It was indeed a superpower.

Zeroing in on the location of the bird, Stan hopped off his bike and propped it gently against a tree to stay upright. Richie carelessly threw his bike down on the soaked grass lining the sidewalk.

“That’s a black-capped chickadee. A distress call,” Stan informed with concern, Richie trailing close behind.

“Gotcha.”

Stan strutted to a close American elm tree, scaled his eyes up the trunk, and saw a nest. It didn’t titter, make noise, it only rustled with the passing winds of the storm under its protective canopy of leaves. He circles the tree’s trunk and on the other side, in the unmowed grass, a petit bird hobbled, desperately alerting for help.

Richie’s expression was one of bewilderment, “Holy shit, how’d you-”

Bringing his knees to the ground without care of getting grass stains on his khakis, Stan expertly picked the chick up and evaluated it. He stretched out its wings, made sure there was a healthy pulse, and strategically bent certain limbs to check for breaks. Richie just watched with magnified eyes.

Grunting, Stan seemed to have found his answer, “Rich, got anything hard and flat?”

As much as Richie wanted to make a disastrous joke, he refrained.

With Stan gingerly holding the young chickadee’s foot cradled in his palm, Richie innately understood his inquiry. Chucking off his backpack, Richie found a popsicle stick that he had neglected to throw away days ago and snapped it in thirds. He offered a piece of it to Stan’s free hand.

Stan continued, “Get the bandaids out of the front button in my bag too.”

The chickadee had a broken foot. It was nearly shattered from presumably falling out of the tree, needing adjustment and splinting to heal properly. Correcting the bird’s mangled digits, Stan flattened out its foot (even though it nipped his hands and drew blood in places), and used the bandaids to wrap the appendage atop the piece of popsicle stick to keep it straight. While the bird seemed angry with him in the process, it eventually relaxed, and cooed chirps of comfort rather than distress as it was being wrapped. It realized it was being helped and not under siege by a predator. This was a friend.

Richie admiringly observed, sitting cross-legged next to his best friend with a warm smile, “That was amazing, buddy. You’re going to make a great ornithologist some day. I know it.”

Stan only responded with a creviced, dimpled smile. He shed the sweater under his raincoat and made a ‘nest’ in his bag to transfer the chickadee safely. Instead of heading for the ice cream parlor, they rode their bikes back to Richie’s house to care for the young bird and make it a temporary home until it was healthy enough to release back into the wild.

Ice cream could always wait.

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[nightglider124]

31 Days of Titans - Day 1: Forest

Eyyy. So, this was the thing I mentioned yesterday. Obviously, I’m late as it is October 2nd but don’t you worry; day 2 will also be posted tonight.

I’m sure some of you remember my Christmas themed, “25 Days of Titans.” It was a countdown of all things Christmas for the entire month. And what holiday does Night love as much as Christmas? You guessed it. Halloween. <3

So, I will be posting a oneshot a day and the theme will be something Halloweeny related. I’ve already got my list of daily themes so I won’t be accepting suggestions or anything; just a heads up. This is almost like an inktober but for an author. Writober. Idk. You know what I mean.

This is the stupid brain thing yesterday; I was going to start an AU story for Halloween but Ima do this instead for now. That AU will come later... at some point.

I will still be updating CTD so do not worry your pretty little heads about that. Also, this will only be posted on Tumblr for now. As I’m away next week, I’m tumblring it initially so that I can schedule my oneshots for the week. Once I’m back from Poland, it’ll be like normal. I’ll post them here, dA and FF.net. 

The oneshots will be a mix between horror, romance and comedy. So they won’t all be dark and gloomy horror oneshots. Mixed characters too. Some otp oneshots and some brotp oneshots. 

I hope you enjoy them!

Day 1 - Forest

Rain continued to pour and soak them through. The mud beneath their feet was slippery and their clothing and hair stuck to their skin like a second one. It was dreary, dark and downright miserable.

Beast Boy sniffled as he trudged on, with Raven quietly following behind him. It had been such an awful mission. Not only was the weather sombre; the mood was as well.

The two of them had gotten caught up in an explosion way bigger than either had anticipated and been thrown through the air at full pelt. They’d crashed into the overgrown forest just outside of town and were more than grouchy about it.

As if things weren’t bad enough, Beast Boy had done some damage to his arm so he couldn’t even transform without howling in pain. Raven told him she’d heal it but once they were out of the woods; literally.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” Raven mumbled, pulling her damp cloak around her even more,

“Of course I do... uh...” Beast Boy responded, turning left, then right and left again.

“Gar-“

“Rae, I got this. Don’t worry. We’ll be home before you know it.”

Raven frowned. This day was just going from bad to worse. Robin had already checked in with them, asking if they were badly injured before telling them to just get back to the tower as soon as they could, rather than re-joining the rest of them.

The weather, the situation, Beast Boy’s injury which may well have been a broken bone; all of it was just going downhill today.

There was something else as well.

She couldn’t put her finger on what exactly but something... didn’t feel right.

Raven found herself looking around the forest more. She’d never noticed how eerie it was during the day but now that night had come... jheez.

The branches were twisted up high, above their heads and the leaves clouded their vision of the sky if they were to look up. The tree trunks were thick and chipped; time gnawing away at them as they rotted under the elements. Wet mud squelched beneath their feet with every single step they took.

Rain didn’t help in the slightest. It was harder to see with the wind causing the droplets to hinder their judgment as they attempted to navigate their way out of this place.

There was this itch on Raven’s back; right between her shoulder blades. It was a nervous itch, followed by a tingle down her spine. She felt vulnerable and on edge.

She could feel something almost... sinister nearby. Raven shook her head, deciding she was just tired. Nothing scared her; especially not imaginative things in the darkness.

A crunch sounded from behind them.

Beast Boy was usually the one to pick up on faint noises but his concentration was elsewhere today; focusing on the direction he was leading them as well as his arm which was probably throbbing in pain.

Raven froze on the spot, slowly turning to look over her shoulder. Her heart dropped at not seeing anyone, which was unusual. Normally, seeing something had that effect on people but not seeing something was just as bad; it lead to more questions about what it was that made that noise.

“Raven?”

She blinked, shook her head and looked back at her boyfriend, “Huh?”

Beast Boy’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Are you okay?”

Raven nodded but flipped her drenched hair over her shoulder, “I’m fine. Look, I think I should just teleport us home.”

“You’re tired; you don’t have the energy.”

“It’ll be fine, Gar.”

She stepped towards him, touching his chest and closed her eyes. Raven thought hard, concentrating on what she wanted her abilities to do. She envisioned the swirling and the changing of location.

“Uh... Raven?”

With a gasp, her eyes opened and what she saw was what scared her more than anything else. They hadn’t even moved an inch. She tried again, angrily hushing Beast Boy when he tried to interrupt.

The same result occurred when she blinked open her eyes.

“My powers...”

“What’s wrong with them?”

She shook her head minutely, drawn to the darkness of the forest from which they had just come. It was like something was pulling at her. She cleared her throat and her eyes locked with Beast Boy’s.

“Let’s just keep moving.”

He caught her elbow, concern clear in his eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Raven chewed her lip, her heart quickly becoming a rapid beat. She felt strange; something was interfering with her powers.

“I... I’m okay. Promise.” Raven told him,

Beast Boy watched her for a couple more seconds before he nodded and slipped his hand into hers. She was surprised at the gesture but she didn’t shrug it off like she normally would have. She felt uneasy and in all honesty, his close presence made her feel better.

As they walked, the rain started coming down harder. Raven narrowed her eyes, the path before them becoming distorted under the onslaught of bad weather.

“...Raven...”

Her blood felt like ice and she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to believe she’d just heard that. Beast Boy definitely hadn’t said it. It had been a whisper, right by her ear.

Beast Boy powered through, her hand slipping from his and she was shocked at how much she was saddened by the loss of contact. She turned side on, peering behind them.

She stared into the abyss of darkness, hoping to catch whatever creep was playing this joke on them.

Her eyes narrowed, peering closer and merely staring; waiting for a revelation of some sort.

Raven may have been short on powers; no doubt because of whatever was lurking within the forest alongside them but she wasn’t stupid. She knew there was something. She could feel it.

That dread and panic, low in her stomach. It was blaring at her like a warning sign. Something inside was telling her to leave; to get out as fast as she could.

She waited, listening for any sounds.

A breath and a light scrape.

Raven felt herself pale but held her ground, continuing to glare at the nothingness behind them.

She did not expect the two yellow, glowing eyes to appear and glare back at her. There was a brief gleam; sharp, jagged teeth.

The empath didn’t wait to find out if she was correct. She turned and hurried, grabbing Beast Boy ‘s wrist and sprinting ahead. She didn’t know how close that thing was but she didn’t want to take a chance. It had interfered with her powers; who knew what else it was capable of.

Beast Boy struggled to keep up with her, running as fast as he could.

“Raven? What are you doing?” He asked, panting,

“We have to leave. Right now.” Her tone was even but there was an underlying current of fear.

Whispers were bubbling in the air around her head and she could feel that thing getting closer and closer. Her heart was racing a mile a minute; dark eyes wild with panic. She was acutely aware of Beast Boy speaking but she ignored it, her sole priority being to get them both out of this forest.

She took a chance and glanced over her shoulder, seeing rustling leaves and a shadow continuously being cast over the tree trunks.

Something about this thing had her absolutely terrified. She didn’t know what it was and she didn’t want to find out either.

Raven yelped as she stumbled, her foot getting caught under a loose vine on the ground. Beast Boy was there, grabbing her before she could topple over. His arms were warm around her and for a fleeting moment, she felt safe. She stared back at him in shock, her eyes boring into his.

He was concerned as he brushed some of her hair out of her face, “Rae? What’s going on?” He asked, his tone firm,

She shook her head and carefully righted herself, keeping a hand on his shoulder; not quite ready to lose the contact with him.

Raven suddenly scanned the area. They were out.

She could see the lights of the city and there was no branches blocking her view of the sky now. She exhaled in relief.

“Thank Azar.” She whispered,

“Raven! Can you please tell me what the heck that panic attack was for?” Beast Boy complained, utterly confused,

Raven eyed him warily, “I’ll tell you about it when we get home.”

Beast Boy blinked but seemed to accept that. He shook his head and smiled,

“You’re so weird sometimes, d’you know that?”

She stared at him for a second before smiling a tiny smile, “Do you really care?”

He chuckled, “Nope! Weird is cool. I like weird.”

Raven rolled her eyes and accepted his outstretched hand. She started to walk, feeling the familiar roll of her powers within once more. She levitated them off the ground and felt relief surge through the entirety of her body.

“Rae! Your powers are back!” Beast Boy cheered, grinning from ear to ear.

“At least we can get home quicker now.” Raven mumbled, lifting them into the sky.

She cast one last look over her shoulder. Had she imagined it? Was it all in her mind?

Whatever the case; she felt safe now, at least. Whatever that was; it stopped at the forest threshold. Nothing was following them home tonight.

Although, she could have sworn she heard an ethereal laugh when she faced forwards once more. She shrugged, pinning it down to being the wind.

[illyriantremors]

Are you awake? Viviane and Kallias

Beware the angst. (And the fact that I’ve already forgotten the dynamic of these two, so I’m sorry this is super short!)

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Despite the chilling cold, the depth of night that seems almost natural to the hours of the season, Viviane finds the night does not suit her.

Night is long. Night is dark. And it is lonely.

Wrapping herself in the thick wool robe she keeps by her bed, Viviane finds herself strolling to the balcony where moonlight glistens below her on the pure white snow. It fell hard all day in a torrent of wind and ice she supposes she should be used to by now. Instead, she had found herself holding back tears lest they turn to sleet and join the fray itself.

Now the land lays quiet. Not a drop left to fall. Even the clouds have flown away as though to beg her forgiveness and leave her with a blank canvas of beautiful starry sky to behold. Viviane does not see the heavenly gems above her. She sees only the moon, full and glowing and somehow empty.

It’s beautiful. All of it. And she knows it. But it feels intangible. Incomplete. Perhaps it is a good fit, she feels. That she should find herself Lady of something that matches that endless void inside herself that has failed to heal all these years gone by. In a land that never thaws, she wonders if her heart will ever truly manage to escape the same fate.

It is a time before she vacates her position, not leaving until her fingers have gone numb resting on the frosted railing. She collapses on the bed and finds the moon still watching her from the expansive window of her ceiling, perched in the highest reaches of the palace. Watching her as he does.

Kallias.

The only warmth beneath the chill. The only star amid an endless sky. Her heart aches just to bear thought to his name.

“Are you awake?” she cries, tears falling unbidden and unloved on her cheeks.

Somewhere hundreds and hundreds of miles away, imprisoned deep beneath a mountain of stone and blood, Kallias lies awake and begs of her the same question.

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Send me a prompt + otp or brotp and I’ll write a drabble!

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

The brotp that stole our hearts [a Supergirl 2x22 tag]

The second the mechanism clicks to release a storm of lead, Lena kicks herself for not thinking to put the device out on the balcony. She holds her breath as particles sting her face and neck, and moments later the air inside her office calms once more. Her eyes lock with Winn’s, and as one they turn towards the door leading outside. Shoulder to shoulder, they crane their necks to try and see the effects of their work for themselves.

The streets below are devoid of life, and for a second, Lena believes she’s failed. Then, she sees a flash of light from behind the next building over. Another quickly follows, then another and another and for a good minute the afternoon sky is glittering with the transmat streams of every Daxamite groundtroop beaming back up to their ship.

Over their heads, the persistent thrum of the Daxamite engines changes pitch. The hum has been a steady constant since the ships first arrived, and Lena had forgotten it was even there. Now, as the ships prepare to leave, the shift in the continuous whine sounds desperate to her ears.

The glimmers of light fade, and the ships tilt upwards and surge into the sky, wobbling and dipping as their pilots choke for air. Lena’s eyes find the largest one and latch onto it until the ship that had been her prison disappears into the clouds.

When it’s gone, Lena’s breath leaves her in a quiet whoosh, her shoulders slumping as relief washes over her. Her actions had made the invasion possible, but she’s the one to end it. That had to count for something, right? As though the world ever judged a Luthor based on partial credit.

“Hey,” a quiet voice said. A nudge rocked her gently, and she lifted her head to meet Winn’s bright, effusive gaze. “We did it! Two for two!!”

He lifts his hand for a high five. Lena laughs in spite of herself, and lightly smacks her palm against his. His fingers curl over hers, and they embrace gleefully, giggling like teenagers. Now Lena feels it– the rush of success, the triumph over adversity… the thrill of knowing she’d done something even Lex hadn’t been able to accomplish (despite what Lillian had claimed that night in the vault, the device wasn’t finished; it was incomplete, and Lena had gotten it the rest of the way while the building shook around her).

And this time… god, this time she’s allowed to feel the pride and the victory, because Winn’s enthusiasm is so pure, so contagious that Lena almost forgets that the last time she’d done this the world almost ended.

When they pull apart, Lena can’t wipe the grin from her face. “I’m surprised you remember the generator,” she confesses, sagging against the balcony rail. She feels boneless now, and weightless, as though she could fly as high as Supergirl.

“Are you kidding?” Winn sputters happily. “That was the coolest thing I’ve seen all year! Right up until we did that anyway. It’ll be hard to top this.” He grins at her. “You were amazing.”

“You’re pretty cool yourself, Agent Winn. For someone who’s not field agent, you kept calm under pressure.” Lena sends him a devious grin. “If you ever get tired of a career in public service, let me know. I’d love to have you on my team.”

His eyebrows hike upwards, cheeks flushing at the prospect. “Wow, okay. Sure. Wow. I mean, I’m happy at the DEO, but yeah, if that changes I will definitely, absolutely let you know. Wow!”

Movement catches her eye through the window, and she sees Lillian inspecting the device further. Lena clasps Winn’s wrist briefly. “Excuse me a moment.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m gonna check in with HQ anyway…”

Her mother straightens as Lena steps back in from the balcony. The door swings shut behind her, insulating them from the outside world as calculating eyes study Lena from across the room.

“We did it,” Lena states unnecessarily. Lillian’s features already crease into something like pride. She’s never seen it before, but it’s almost how she used to look at Lex, and Lena’s stomach clenches painfully.

“You did it,” Lillian corrects. “You give too much credit to your lackeys. Always have. You saved the world today, Lena.”

Lillian closes the distance between them. Lena forces her breaths to remain even and steady, though her heart pounds so loudly in her ears she can barely hear her mother’s next words.

“I have never been more proud of my children,” Lillian says, taking Lena’s hands in hers. “In a way, the two of you worked together. But, oh, sweetheart… you outshone him today.”

Lena hates the way her heart lifts, hates the way her cheeks flush at the praise. It doesn’t mean anything. Lillian wants something, it’s the only reason she’s ever gentle. You let Rhea suck you in, now learn from it. She doesn’t have to wait long.

“Imagine what we could accomplish together,” Lillian urges. Cool fingers cup her chin, and Lena pulls away from the touch that is too much like Rhea. Bitterness climbs up her throat like bile.

“You must be joking,” she spits. She glares at Lillian, searching her face for hurt, for anger, but all she finds is calm acceptance. “Or do you think I’ve forgotten how you got that device in the first place?”

“Lena…”

“You abducted me! You forced me to open that vault and when your goon exploded, you just left me there! To die!”

“I didn’t.”

Lillian’s voice is so calm, so even, that it cuts through Lena’s rage like a knife. “Excuse me?”

“I didn’t leave you to die,” Lillian repeats. Lena pulls her hands away, but her mother’s hands move instead to her shoulders, then one lifts to stroke her hair. And Lena, god help her, doesn’t pull away. “I saw the way Supergirl looked at you; I knew she’d get you out. And she did.”

Something sharp stabs at Lena’s chest. She tries not to think of the way Supergirl had barely glanced at her on the Daxamite ship, or the way Supergirl dodged her question about Kara Danvers and her boyfriend. Or the way Supergirl never once asked if Lena was okay.

“I know you trust her, Lena, but don’t let that blind you. She is not who she says she is.” Lillian looks her in the eye, and Lena can almost see something like concern. “You may not agree with CADMUS or what we do, but that may change. And if it does… I will still be here.”

Lena stares at her, and when she fails to render any kind of response, Lillian leans in and presses a kiss against her hairline.

“I will always be your mother.”

Lillian gives Lena’s hair one final pet before she slips away, gliding out of Lena’s office, leaving Lena and the device behind. Lena stares after her, stunned, until she hears the balcony door open.

Winn steps hesitantly inside. “Everything okay?”

The way the question pours out of him tells Lena that he knows, that he heard everything, and now he’ll hate her too. But Lena doesn’t care. She’s stretched too thin, and tears burn at her eyes even before she turns to face him.

“I don’t know,” she says honestly, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Some family, huh?”

“Your family doesn’t define you.”

Winn’s voice is suddenly solemn, and when Lena meets his gaze his eyes hold more than sympathy. They’re hard with understanding, and his mouth–almost always smiling– is now a sharp line.

“Blood doesn’t make us who we are,” he tells her. “Our choices do. What we did here, today, and the field generator… that’s what defines us.”

Lena breathes, and in the quiet, her chest unclenches. “Yeah.”

“Now, I don’t know about you,” he says, brightening, “but I’m hot, and tired, and hungry.”

As soon as he says it, so is Lena. Her stomach growls, and the building lost power days ago, leaving them in thick, muggy air. “I know a place that does a killer ice cream sundae,” she offers, letting a smile creep over her. “Want to see if they have power?”

She knows she has him hooked when his eyes widen with excitement. “Hell, yes!”

As they head for the stairs after locking the device in Lena’s personal safe, it occurs to Lena that she hasn’t heard from Kara since their lunch at L-Corp. Supergirl confirmed she was fine, wherever she was, which came as a relief but didn’t dispel the anxiety that curled around her heart.

No doubt she’s learned of Lena’s role in building the transmat portal by now. It’s only a matter of time that Kara hears that Lena also built the device that either murdered or banished her boyfriend. Lena can’t imagine what Kara must think of her.

She wants to explain, to assure Kara that if she’d known the truth if Rhea’s intentions she never would have pursued the project. But every time she’s picked up the phone to call, her fingers still on the familiar numbers. If Kara wanted to talk, she would reach out. Until then, Lena can respect the unspoken boundaries between them.

She might have lost Kara’s friendship for good, Lena acknowledges as she and Winn begin the long trek down to ground level. The thought hurts more than it should. But even if this whole ordeal has lost her a friend… Lena looks at Winn out of the corner of her eye. Maybe she’s earned one too.

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How about a RotG Ladybug AU?

Okay, fuck you for forcing me into actually contributing to this fandom, I absolutely did not have 5 million fic ideas to choose from and I resent you giving me the perfect excuse to do my MariJack brotp crack songfic that was never supposed to see the light of day. But since you are very obviously insisting I will, under duress, post the prologue to the 105% self indulgent “Marinette is adopted by the Guardians” fic. Recommended songs will be listed at the end of the chapters like ending themes. 

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“This is so unfair!”

It was only by the grace of several months fighting Akuma’s that Marinette didn’t immediately faceplant when her foot caught the curb, but she still went down hard into that shoulder roll. It hurt, a throbbing burn that pulsed in time with her racing heart as she ducked under the monkey bars and made a beeline for the park entrance.

“You have to clear your mind of negative emotions Marinette,” Tikki urged, clinging to her collar, “the Akuma won’t stop following you until you calm down.”

Tears of frustration prickled her eyes. That was easy enough to say, and easy enough to do the few times she’d been facing small immediate disasters in her life, but she’d come here specifically because she was HURT, because nothing was going right and it wasn’t FAIR, and she’d just wanted a moment, one quiet moment alone to just cry it out. Was she not even allowed to cry anymore?

“Marinette, I know you’re upset, but you can’t let your emotions rule you. Please, the Akuma is getting closer.”

She screwed her eyes shut and willed her legs to push past their lagging strength, the park seemed so much bigger in her panic, no it seemed so much bigger because she wasn’t in her suit, with its enhanced strength and agility. If she’d been Ladybug she wouldn’t have tripped on a sidewalk curb, she definitely wouldn’t have jarred her shoulder! She had been such an idiot coming out here as herself, as Marinette she wasn’t strong or fearless or capable. Marinette couldn’t even mope on a swing set without getting akumatized. It was no wonder everyone had bailed on her.

“Marinette!!”

“I JUST WANTED TO BE ALONE!!!” She screamed.

A chill touched her.

Cold, like ice, like all the warmth inside her was suddenly gone.

Was this what it was like? Being akumatized?

She turned to look over her shoulder and her foot snagged, because of course it did, she was Marinette klutz extraordinaire, and this time there was no recovery. She tried, it was instinctual to at least try, but her body had been turned to look behind her and time just didn’t work like that, reflex didn’t work like that, and without her suit her muscles certainly didn’t work like that.

She went down hard, skidding through the line of trees, hands out to catch her taking the bulk of the impact and scrapping from palms to elbows in the packed dirt. Her hip caught on the protective fencing on the closest tree.

She lay there a moment, breathing heavy and shivering, eyes scrunched shut. She didn’t want to see it. If Hawkmoth was going to try to talk to her she absolutely wouldn’t listen to him. She wouldn’t! She was Ladybug, and she wasn’t going down without a fight!

But nothing came.

There was no voice. The Akuma victims could never really remember their time under his control, but she knew he talked to them, heard them communicating herself. Why wasn’t she…?

She blinked her eyes open, her nose twitching.

It was dark, darker than the park should be, even at night, and just past the trees was the street, and the street had lights. She’d been trying to run home, certain that if she could just get somewhere safe, comfortable, with people she loved who needed her, she could shove all her feelings down again and face the Akuma with a clear head.

But this didn’t smell like the park.

She sat up rubbing at her eyes then immediately hissed. Her palms were completely raw, and wet, no doubt she was bleeding.

“Tikki, do you see the Akuma?” she tried to blink the spots from her eyes, had she hit her head? Why did it feel like she’d been looking into a bright flash?

A beat, a nervous fluttering heartbeat, and she felt her anxiety flare. “Tikki?”

No answer.

Had she actually been Akumatized?

Was this why no one remembered? Did they even have a fighting chance against Hawkmoth once the butterfly touched them? Did they just get trapped somewhere in their mind?

She reached out… and felt something solid brush her fingers, yelping she lurched back and bumped into another one. “Who’s there?!”

Nothing.

Carefully she reached behind her, towards what she bumped into. Rough, uneven, flakey, kind of dirty, she rubbed the dirt between her fingers, sniffing. Bark. Tree Bark. But all the trees in the park were young ornamental trees, with fences around them, this one had a diameter that was twice as thick as her torso.

Bracing against it she rose on shaking legs. “Tikki? Can you hear me?” she called. If she was in her own mind maybe she could communicate? It worked in TV shows.

No one answered.

“Think Marinette, if you’ve been akumatized then that means Hawkmoth has your earings. You need to get out of here before he gets to Chat Noir.” Would her akuma-self reveal she was Ladybug? And if she did, would she have transformed? This was bad, this was really really bad, even if she did get back she wouldn’t be able to be Ladybug again, and Chat! How would he react? Absolute disaster, complete and total failure as a hero, why had she ever even gone out to the park?! Stupid stupid stupid!!!!

Tears burned her eyes and she screwed then shut tightly, pressing her face into the bark of the tree. She knew exactly why she went out, alone, into the night. She wasn’t strong enough, she didn’t deserve to be Ladybug if she couldn’t even keep herself from getting upset over something so so… so…

“It was important to me.” She whispered, blinking the tears away. “I know I’m flakey, and I probably deserve being left after all the times I bail on them, but I can’t help that it hurts.” It hadn’t been anything big, and it wasn’t like she had needed the help, but she had wanted to thank everyone for putting up with her constantly ditching them or being occupied with her projects. It was just one last finishing touch, the M logo in its white circle, the Heroes t-shirts that she had designed for their fund raiser only needed that last iron on patch to be finished, and she’d planned to share it with her friends. Just a little girl’s night in, to celebrate and appreciate each other. 

She’d even invited Cloe, she had even invited Lila.

But that was the problem wasn’t it. Lila.

LILA!

Who had called as soon as everyone was gathered, hysterical, claiming to have just been akumatized and rescued by Ladybug, and in need of emotional support.

And of course, of course Marinette couldn’t object, even though she was Ladybug and she was Right There and KNEW Lila was lying, how could she have insisted that an Akuma victim was less important than her casual party? How would that have made her look?

And so everyone had rushed out, because they were good people, and she was so so very proud of them. They were so kind, so good, and it hurt that their compassion and love was being used against them.

It wasn’t even the loneliness. Marinette rubbed at her eyes with her jacket, careful of the dirt and blood on her hands. Her feelings were so confusing, so jumbled up and piled together, she couldn’t even always tell what was making her so upset sometimes, and even when she did know she couldn’t always prevent it from growing. She knew, of course she knew that her worries and fears were overblown, but they felt so much bigger sometimes. So even though she knew her friends weren’t really choosing Lila over her, when she knew that they were good people and that she should be happy they would rush to the side of someone who was hurting, she couldn’t stop this sharp stabbing pain, this unfounded and unwanted certainty that they would all leave her just like Lila said they would.

A chirp.

She sucked a shuddering breath in and nearly choked. “Tikki?”

A struggling sound, like fluttering wings, more erratic than an Akuma but softer than a bird, and that same chirp. A small bird maybe? Would there be a bird in her mindspace?

Come to think of it, would there be trees?

It smelled damp and musky, like a mix of bags of old wet leaves that got missed by the garbage men  and bags of fresh potting soil for the plants on her roof, and firewood but not the smoky smell of a campfire, it was freshly cut wood. She’d never been in a forest before, she was a city girl at heart and the Jardin des Plantes was as close as she’d ever gotten to roughing it in the wilderness, but she imagined this was what a forest smelled like.

Careful deliberate step by careful deliberate step she moved away from her tree, arm out in from of her for the next one. It wasn’t far. She breathed deeply, relieved, and all but fell against it. This one was smoother, a flaky peeling bark, and smaller too. She could wrap her arms around it and comforted herself with an indulgent hug.

“I like trees,” she said and the sound of her voice was jarring in the quiet darkness, “I really like trees, and would really like to have a few more of them ahead so I’m not walking around in circles please.” The idea of wandering through open space unseeing made her anxiety spike. “So please let there be more trees ahead.” She let go and reached out.

It was a bit further, she was down to her fingertips on her current tree before she brushed against the next, but once she did she rushed to it and like before took a moment to breath.

That was her journey onwards, tree to tree she went, occasionally stumbling over a root or fallen branch or running into a bush. Some of the trees were thin, hardly more than seedlings, and some of them were so big it felt like running into a wall, but she never went far before she found something else to hold onto. There were no open spaces, and she anticipated and dreaded when she found one, because nowhere in her little section of Paris could she walk so far among trees and not reach an exit. She didn’t think running from the Akuma would have landed her near the wooded areas of Bois de Vicennes or Bois de Boulogne, and none of her parks were so densely packed or overgrown.

No, wherever she was she didn’t think she was in Paris anymore.

Another chirp!

She spun, straining her eyes, but even the trees in front of her were indistinguishable among the rest of the darkness.

“Hello?” she risked calling out, even though years of horror movies had told her that was the absolute worst thing to do. “Hello, is anyone there?” The chirp sounded again, higher, faster, a succession of bleeps that sounded urgent.

Even if it was just a bird any company, any sign of life was welcome. “Please, I just need to know I’m not stuck in my own head. Please tell me I’ve been teleported somewhere and I’m not trapped here.”

Light, so white it blinded her, she shut her eyes against the sharp pain but her ears could still hear the erratic flutter of wings growing louder. She covered her eyes and squinted through her fingers. Yes, something was definitely flying towards her.

A... hummingbird?

The strange light dimmed and she blinked spots out of her vision, trying to make sense of the blurry bird flitting around her. It didn’t seem to be glowing, but she could see it clearly in the darkness. “Hello little bird, I’m sorry for bothering you.” It chirped as if answering, and moved from one side of her to the next, as if assessing her. It was big, for a hummingbird. Finally it hovered right in front of her and on blind girlish instinct se held out her hands so it could land in her cupped palms, which it promptly did, to her utter delight. “Oh you are so pretty, look at you, I was so worried you would be some kind of monster or angry bee, you have no idea how happy I am to see you are just so… you have hands.”

It did. It had hands. Which it was using to pat her thumb comfortingly. It blinked big humanoid eyes at her, different colored eyes, and gave the dragonfly wings on it’s back a little flutter as it adjusted its sitting position in her hands.

“Are you a fairy?” she asked, and it nodded it’s little head, yellow feather crest bobbing. “Oh, well not that I’m disappointed but… I guess that means I’m not in a normal forest am I?”

It hook it’s head no this time, showing off both sides of the long pointed hummingbird beak where it’s nose should be.

“I was afraid of that.” She slumped back against the tree, thunking her head against it. “How did I even get here? I was in my park near my house! We don’t have anything like this in my arrondissement! And where did Tikki go? Am I actually akumatized right now? How do I get back? What if I’ve revealed myself by now? Master Fu will be so disappointed in me, and CHAT! I can never be Ladybug again!”

The little fairy looked more and more worried the longer she went on, flitting up to hover in front of her face, hands on her nose to try to steady her and get her to look it in the eyes. Marinette sniffed, hyper aware of the dampness under her nose from her crying and not wanting this cute little fairy to notice her snotty nose.

Having gained her attention the little fairy retreated a bit, pointing off in the distance and waving her to over. “You want me to follow you?” It nodded. “But I can’t see anything. Everything is so… dark…”

Looking around she noticed the change, she could see the trees, barely but she could see them. The light from before, the bright one, it hadn’t been the fairy. Or maybe it had, but it wasn’t coming FROM the fairy. It wasn’t as powerful as before, but it was above them, hovering. “What is that?” She turned to the fairy who just smiled and tweeted at her.

As if noticing her interest, the light sank down, a drifting whimsical descent, like a feather in a little whirl of wind. It didn’t look like a thing that was emitting light, there was no spot in the middle, she could see right through it, like a little glowing cloud. It flashed softly, a little shift in its light, then drifted away in the direction the fairy had pointed. Where it went the hard darkness receded, leaving only soft grey shadows behind. In these shadows she could see what she had been looking for all this time, dark shapes on dark, a noticeable outline, she could finally SEE the darkness.

“It’s like I’ve been walking blind all this time.” She whispered and pushed off from her tree to follow. “I thought for sure it was just too dark, but nowhere is really this dark right? There’s always something, the moon, the stars,” she looked up and where before there had been nothing but blackness she could see the purple sky, and millions upon billions of stars. Far more than she had ever been able to see in the glow of the city lights. Her fear, like a heavy blanket she had wrapped around her, fell away. “I can do this, I can escape this.”

The fairy chirped ahead and she hurried to match it’s pace. She didn’t know where she was, or if she was in her head or not, but forest or Mindspace she obviously had allies. If she was akumatized she’d find some was to stop herself, some way to fight it off and help Chat defeat herself.

But if she wasn’t…

If she wasn’t, and had been sent somewhere... she’d find her way back, she’d find Tikki and they’d go home.

~*~

Ending theme

Fly by Maddie and Tae