#eventual OT3

[raphaerolo]

✨🌘And so the Sun fell in love with the Moon 🌒✨

[drbtinglecannon]

Anyone else here think about Laios/Shuro/Kabru or is it just me

[drowninginships]

Okay hear me out: ot3 where Shepard and Simon are equally fascinated with Baz's vampirism and are constantly testing out different stereotypes and legends on him to see what's real, and they spend all their alone time together just talking about how much they love Baz.

[fumifooms]

Namalin

Namari x Falin

Easy short rarepair spotlight post for prosperity~ This one I didn’t think of on my own for once, I don’t know if it’s just I forgot the decided-on ship name or what but I remember seeing really nice art and a couple posts about it that I can’t find again 💔 Namalin warrior you are out there and not forgotten ty for making me see the light

I like that Namari’s critical of Falin! I have a whole character analysis on Falin if you’re interested, but it’s generally well noticed that people around Falin idealize her a lot. Laios, Marcille and Toshiro all put her on a pedestral of ultimate goodness in the world, a saintess if nothing short of perfection. Sounds like Chilchuck felt sort of creeped out by her vibes, uncomfortable because he couldn’t read her, so unlike Namari it seems he preferred steering clear of her rather than debate opposed ideologies like he usually does. Makes sense if unlike Namari his issue is with her cryptic aura rather than the stances she does show. "… The dungeon is no place for soft hearts" my ultimate namalin scene <333 It’s fun because while this scene is there to show us a lot of things, mostly to establish Falin’s characters better as it’s the first flashback of her we get, the conflict in it is more than anything else Falin vs Namari in how they contrast and clash and approach situations differently. Namari wants security in swift effective violence and thinks Falin too soft for her own good when she prefers a pacifist approach and promotes compassion even for the "undeserving" in Namari’s eyes. Falin steps between the battle ready Namari and the ghost, fearless. Falin effortlessly gently exorcises the ghost without one step back, quickly. Falin proves someone wrong. Falin proves someone wrong.

I love thinking of Namari being surprised when she learns new aspects of Falin. I like Falin having the power to shape people’s views on her. With Falin ships the most fun part for me is usually that point where Falin/the relationship becomes a clean slate: the person realizes they haven’t been seeing all of her, realizes there’s more of her they hadn’t noticed or that she hadn’t shown, that there’s change, a shift in the views on each other and the dynamic a bit.

Namari often feels like an external view looking in to me… I need to make a proper analysis on her but like. I made a lamari post once (analytic more than personally invested rip sorry) and I go with the same Namari take here, I think she’s someone who tends to have an outsider view on people and relationships if that makes sense, she’s a coworker before anything else and she’s content staying at a distance, she’s not objective per se but she tries to keep feelings out of her choices and how she sees people (her lil arc on not staying to save Falin despite the existing camaderie but in the end asking to work for the Flokes more because she wants to stay with them). She’s serious no nonsense on the job but friendly off the job and likes having casual friends, but she’s not… She doesn’t really feel connected to the group. She’s so focused on doing her job, even if she does get impulsive and passionate and too assertive for her bosses’ tastes, so focused on working her reputation and life from the ground up that that professionalism and attitude limits her social life. It doesn’t help that her reputation makes her widely judged, so she probably enters social spaces on the derensive. The closest person she was to pre-canon as far as we knew was Chilchuck and even they have a very "coworker I get along with" dynamic more than friends, with a similar sense of boundaries, humor and world view. Also like canon says a few time, the party didn’t really try to get to know each other well pre-canon, didn’t hang out after work often no one knew where Marcille was from and no one thought that was weird (also how no one had the instinct to ask about Senshi’s past) etc, the notable exception is we’re shown Namari and Chilchuck hitting taverns together and having a grand time. Everyone’s fine with things as they are, they get along decent even if not everyone considers each other friends exactly. Where I’m getting at is that to me, it feels like she tries keeping emotional distance. Emotional distance from people in general being something which in my interpretation of Falin is also present, which would make it a theme and common thread interesting to explore imo. But yes like, Namari looking at Falin, and how everyone treats her, and being more skeptical, seeing her for what she is a little more, maybe even uncharitable. "Why is everyone treating her like she’s all that? She’s gentle sure but seems like a doormat to me" and then one day she comes running up with her mace ready to cave in someone’s face to protect Laios. So yeah… Keeping her distance but one day Falin offering her some gentleness that feels very too personal for someone who’s not used to being genuine and simply showing that they care… Them talking a bit which leaves her stumped and mindblown in a quiet way when Falin defies her expectations. Namari growing on Falin when she stays and decides to open herself up more, or when Falin ends up reading her really well like she’s shown to do with her parents and Marcille’s worries. She’s very attuned to worrying and why and when different people do it especially when it comes to when they worry for others, perhaps because she does a lot of that too, so I think she’d nail down how Namari does care for the rest of the party and it’d make Namari feel seen both in a warm validating way and in a scared naked way.

We see in the tentacles chapter that she’s someone’s who’s very protective and looks out for her peers in a tough love way. She’s overbearing but it’s because she wants everyone to have the best chances. I like that she’s very confrontational and somewhat pushy and rude, but it’s tough love, it’s protective care: asserting herself to better protect and defend. The opposite of Falin’s type of care, quiet and self-sacrificial devotion. They’re barbarian x healer but they’re also bodyguard x bodyguard in their attitude and role. … What I want for them is slow burn slice of life of being coworkers and slowly getting to know each other better, pretty fluffy, but god, put this way they’d have the potential to be such a hot layered mess of insanely mutually devoted codependence… Falin taking a hit for Namari and Namari being scarred by it forever, lots of arguments about it, my god.

I like that she’s the fighter to Falin’s healer. I looove thinking of scenes of Falin healing Namari, necessitating touch and like, a moment of slowing down and sitting together in silence, too intimate, the perfect opportunity to connect that neither truly want to take until one day they do. I love how onesided I imagine the relationship would be at first. Again, as per my interpretation of Falin, I think Namari would have all these little observations and opinions on Falin meanwhile Falin really doesn’t think of Namari much at first. So Namari thinks a lot about Falin and thinks she’s got her pinned down but hasn’t (not that she’s fully wrong, she’d have credit and confront Falin on some of her flaws like the doormat thing), while Falin is very passive about Namari and doesn’t think deeply about her or anything but she read Namari’s insecurities and logic well. Not unlike how Laios was the one who seemed to understand Namari’s way of care the best in the party in the tentacles episode, and how he was very understanding of her choice and reasons. In Falin’s case it’s more like, the objectivity of passivity… She cares about Namari less than Laios who generally seeks to form bonds, so her lack of investment allows her a neutral perspective. In that way another parallel with Namari that I’m drawing, except Namari lets feelings from her opinions seeps in more… Onesided beef my beloved. I’m going insane save me this post was a mistake. I think Falin takes the crumbs of friendship and love where she can without expecting or asking for anything more than what’s offered, and I think her relationship with Namari (or anyone really) would start out the way it did with Marcille: the other takes the initiative and they end up spending time together, Falin is friendly but unattached until the bond gets gradually and wordlessly strenghtened through regularly spending moments together. So! I think Namari would need to take a lot of the first steps, which since again she’s confrontational & argumentative and doesn’t hold herself back on that front that could spark a lot of conversations I think. Ooor since Falin cares about Namari less than Laios and Marcille she allows herself to be bolder herself lol. Or also circumstances force them to spend time together like dungeon party getting separated shenanigans.

I think their personalities match cutely, I think falin would try to protect namari like she does others but also Namari simply doesn’t need protection, just support. And I think they’re complementary in that way that Namari’s friendly but also won’t sugarcoat things, and I think if she takes an interest in Falin it could go from there and she could develop some understanding of her and idk like an intrigued crush….

Namari wants stability & security & to, like, not be judged and rejected and exiled lol, to find her nest her pack the place where she feels good and wanted in. I think having a fitting partner would help in that (similarly to how the found family with the Flokes seemed to. Oh another parallel, Falin’s top priority is protecting Laios her brother and what Namari are a family figure) and I think Falin would fulfill that cozy protection and that warm ‘being seen and not judged’ feeling. But also Namari would run up to her and yell about her trying to sacrifice herself ever.

Another fun thread to explore: post-canon guilt for not having gone to save her. Sure, they weren’t close, but they had some nice memories, didn’t they? Namari cares, and it stings despite herself when it feels like people think she doesn’t. Oh it wasn’t a lost cause after all, oh it’d have worked out, oh I could have stayed loyal and it wouldn’t have compromised myself in the end. Wanting to apologize to Falin, or just ahnging out with her and sharing a moment after she wakes up. And tangent but that’s interesting to think about… Narratively, I think the purpose of Namari and Toshiro in the story, beyond strenghtening the theme of "seek to understand what is different from you and promote unity despite them" and fleshing the cast and worldbuilding, is Toshiro’s purpose was being a foil & tool in Laios’ arc (trouble connecting with people) while Namari’s was being and a foil & tool in Marcille’s arc (standing up for ideals without being out of touch with harsh realities and needs). They are the conflict that push our protagonists to grow�� and they explore different ways of dealing with a situation or topic, different ways of growing into themselves on that end: Laios needing to listen to others more and Toshiro needing to focus on voicing himself more to be able to connect, Marcille needing to learn ideals sometimes cost too much and Namari needing to internalize that ideals are sometimes worth risks (not only to be able to find a reasonable but fulfilling life balance, but also to get in touch with their compassion: Namari restricts her own too much and Marcille is too harsh on people she deems to be breaking values, like Namari not risking her life and career for a friend with no promise of success, or even like how Namari is harsh on Falin’s way of doing things : too gentle, too soft, too idealistic) (similarly to Chilchuck’s arc with Marcille too, and he also plays a hand in advancing that arc in the Namari chapters). We are getting far from namalin sorry ummm preview for future analyses like Toshiro’s contrasting approach to grief and accepting loss.

More post-canon namalin! Thinking about a timeline where… Namari is fond of Falin finding herself and going off to do her thing. "Finally!" she thinks. If she’s still for hire, maybe Falin would want her to come along, either as guide or bodyguard <3, she knows Namari has a lot of good avice on a lot of things to give, plus they’ve worked together before. She hires Namari and they travel for a bit. Travel would do Namari good too I think, even if her end goal is to settle and I think Falin’s would be too eventually. Seeing sights that light her wonder for the world and going places where people don’t know her story, don’t recognize her face or her name. Them, feeling free. Finding a companionship that feels uplifting instead of stifling or charged. Namari having been too in her head about reputation and social games and money that they hit the roads and spend time in nature and it’s like, woah. I’ve been living in a small world with made up rules.

Ahh yes romance, Namari and Falin kissing after 3 years of not really knowing each other despite seeing each other every day then 2 months of wanting to spend more and more time together until they’re an inseparable duo! Workwives. I want them to stand next to each other during campire time and Namari cracks little jokes and Namari laughs. I want Namari to gift Falin a bug caught in amber and for it to be their wedding/promised to each other thing.

TLDR

Rowdy but levelheaded barbarian x gentle healer that will also cave your face in with a mace I like it…… They’re an interesting duo of mixed stuff. Protection being your purpose and what you’re worth for, literally being a meat shield (Laios, Tansu), finding your individuality recognized and validated through a growing bond with the other. Sticking around as a love language. Also bug immortalized in amber and it being beautiful.

Nevermind this wasn’t short. Um! Anyways.

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

okayyy???? i JUST found out that apparently Gaz was a cop that Price ran into on a mission and was like "hmm. cool. now you're special forces" and????????????

Kyle "I was just here to be a cop" Garrick and Kate "I was just here to be a bridesmaid" Bishop are ABSOLUTELY ride-or-die for each other. They pinkie swear on everything. They are best friends. They are secretly pining for each other. They kiss each other on the cheek all the time and still don't get it. They are so badass. They're both terrified of spiders.

[suffarustuffaru]

What's your thoughts on emijulisuba

a bunch of my mutuals and pals now are emijulisuba fans who’ve literally converted me and some of my other pals to the Light Side (the beauty of emijulisuba) so id say im a fan !! ive been Slowly Rereading Arc 6 After It’s Been Years And My Poor Memory Has Eroded The Memory (Ironically) Of Arc 6 and lets just say the top things im looking forward to are emijulisuba and shaula 👍

my big stance on shipping is that i Really love looking at every possibility ever—so long as a ship has some neat canon details to work off of (like the possibility narrative foiling!!) then i can like it a lot!! emijulisuba are all characters im super fond of and characters that share common ground with each other and are fond of each other so—id be interested in seeing all the possibilities there 👍 plus i think emilia shipping is a bit underrated. im super curious to see on a deep and serious level how she’d fit with people like julius or reinhard or rem—that sort of thing!

and i think emijulisuba as a dynamic are very sweet. though im sure its not an ot3 for everyone bc similar to smth like reinjulisuba or whatever youd need buildup for it or youd just skip right to established relationship in fancontent but i love their canon dynamic a lot and boy am i a fan of intense pining and Buildup. i love emisuba and julisuba and im intensely curious about how emijuli would work (jock elevator music gf eager to learn new things vs jock nerd bf eagerly infodumping every bit of lore he knows) so!!!! lets just say im a fan 👍👍👍

[fenboh]

[byshilane]

22.04.16

There was a not so subtle phase where the only thing that mattered to me was Three Houses and the shipping. So much shipping. Anyway, I'm totally over it now, by which I mean, I'm probably gonna start again when I go back to Golden Deer route probably over Christmas holiday.

[valdomarx]

"You pick which of us you want to end up with." Roy crosses his arms and Jamie nods, approving.

"Well." Keeley stares at the two idiots sat at her dining table, half drunk, covered in bar filth, and bleeding, waiting for her judgement like it's her job to officiate whatever bullshit they've got themselves into now. "Lucky fucking me."

Roy shoots an uncertain glance at Jamie. This was clearly not how either of them had expected this conversation to go.

"You know the only thing sexier than a man so emotionally incompetent he starts a bar fight then turns up at your door in the middle of the night? Two men so emotionally incompetent they start a bar fight and then both turn up at your door in the middle of the night."

Roy shifts in his seat. "That's not-"

"Shut it, Roy," Keeley orders, and he does, mouth snapping closed with an audible click. "I'm talking here."

She turns to Jamie. "Jamie. Sweetheart. I love that we're closer now. I love that you're working on yourself. I loved meeting your mum." Roy is getting antsy so she fixes him with a glare before turning back to Jamie. "But it's been years since we were together, and even then all we did well was fuck. Come on. We've both moved past that and you know it."

Jamie deflates, but doesn't argue. He nods and looks at the table. "I liked having you meet my mum too," he mumbles, and she pats his hand.

"And Roy." She turns to him and he blinks like a deer in the headlights. "We were good together. We really fucking were. But then you dumped me, you fucker, and I got over it. You were there for a much-needed pick-me-up shag when I was low, and I do appreciate that. But in what fucking world did this whole," she gestures expansively, "winning-me-back macho posturing bullshit seem like a good idea?"

Roy inhales. "When you put it like that, I do sound like a bit of a twat, don't I?"

She smiles. "There we go. Some self awareness at last." Roy and Jamie sneak a look at each other and share a self-effacing smile. "What got you so riled up anyway? You're both idiots, we all know that, but you don't usually fight."

Jamie chews his lip. "It was my fault. I was trying to wind Roy up." Roy glances up at that. "I was trying to get his attention, I guess. I know it's dumb but I just want him to-" Jamie pauses and picks at the edge of table, "- to see me. To pay attention to me. To be proud of me."

Roy's brow creases. "You don't need to do shit to get my attention, Jamie. You're already the center of my fucking world, or hadn't you noticed?" Jamie's fingers stop picking and his eyes fly up. "I see you, and I'm proud of you exactly as you are."

Jamie's mouth falls open, just a fraction, and Roy's eyes dance over his face.

Keeley leans back in her chair, fighting to control a smile. "Have you two ever considered -" Both of them shift forward to listen, "- that it's not really me you're after?"

Jamie frowns, and Roy snorts, and Keeley just cranks an eyebrow. A useful move, that one. Jamie looks from her, to Roy, to her, to Roy. Roy looks at the ceiling, then the floor, then the ceiling, then finally at Jamie.

A blush is spreading over Jamie's cheeks, and Roy fidgets in his seat. "Oh," says Jamie, just as Roy says, "Fuck."

"Took your fucking time with that one, boys!" Keeley lets out a joyous peal of laughter. "Now get the fuck out of my house."

[manuelmueller]

I'm living for the day When you hold me in the street And you kiss me on the dancefloor

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday (but it's Thursday)

So I told myself I would post this yesterday, but when I left for the evening I realised I hadn't in fact done that. Whoops! But hey, it's only like 4 and a half past midnight on Baker Island, so if you think about it, it basically still counts as Wednesday. Right?

Anyway, this one is the next chunk of my superbatlantern fic, because I thought I might as well just commit and post what's basically the end of chapter 1. (For anyone who hasn't read the preceding parts: part 1 and part 2.)

“You were spying on us,” Bats said in that rough, low growl of his. He didn’t sound happy.

Well, there didn’t seem much point in denying it at this point, huh? “Yeah,” he said.

“Why.”

“Is that really important?” Hal shrugged. “Curiosity, mostly. I sensed a little sexual tension earlier in that meeting, while you two were going at it with each other.” The word choice made Batman’s eyebrow twitch gratifyingly. “I thought maybe you’d come in here to continue what you started, so I decided to check. That’s all.”

Superman went from looking mostly dismayed to a little bewildered. “So you wanted to catch us—what? Having sex? This is the Watchtower, we wouldn’t— Why would you think we’d even do that here?”

Hal felt his eyebrows raise. “What, you mean you haven’t? Ever?” Superman didn’t say anything to that, which to Hal was pretty much as good as an admission. He grinned. “Heh, thought so. I always knew you were less of a boy scout than you let on.”

Superman looked like he wanted to respond to that, but Batman cut him off coolly before he could. “Clark, focus. Hal’s concerning attempts at voyeurism aside—”

“Hey!” Hal objected. “I wasn’t out there trying to jack off or anything, don’t make it weird—”

“Putting that aside,” Bats continued firmly, “we need to deal with the real issue here.”

He turned his ice-blue gaze on Superman, who met it immediately as if by instinct. They did that kind of thing a lot, silently communicating with each other with just a look or a subtle gesture, like they had some kind of freaky, psychic bond. Just like now, where the meaningful glances exchanged above Hal’s head were a whole conversation he couldn’t hear.

…Huh. Hal probably should have figured they were dating a while ago, actually.

After a long few seconds, they seemed to come to an agreement. Superman turned back to address him, stoic and serious. “Hal, we need to know you’re not going to spread this around.”

Hal raised an eyebrow. “Or what? You’re gonna blackmail me? Kick me out of the League? Put my feet in a bucket of cement and drop me into the Atlantic?”

A muscle flexed in Batman’s jaw, the way it always did when he was pissy. “Obviously not.”

“Good,” he said, flashing the ring alongside his signature grin. “Because I’m not feeling super threatened.”

That muscle flexed again and Batman’s hands clenched to fists. Okay, so he was really pissed, huh? “Christ, Jordan, this isn’t the time for your pointless posturing,” he snarled. “Can't you take this seriously, for once in your life—”

“Bruce,” Superman said softly, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be fine, okay? It’s Hal.”

Hal bristled, unsure what the guy meant by that but instinctually convinced that it had to be some kind of dig at his expense. But before he could say anything righteously indignant, Bats just kind of…softened? There wasn’t really another word for it, all that sneering tension seeping out of him in an instant. Bats reached up to squeeze the hand on his shoulder, grateful and reassuring, and it all felt so easily intimate that whatever words were about to come out caught in Hal’s throat.

Hal swallowed. Geez, what was wrong with him? He wasn’t normally like this around Ollie and Dinah, and god knows they weren’t that shy about PDA. And this was barely even that. What about it was weirding him out so much? Just because it was them?

Superman smiled at him, all benevolence and understanding but for the tension around his eyes. “Look, there’s a reason we’ve been keeping our relationship private. We agreed when this started that dating openly would be too complicated and too much risk for our secret identities. And unfortunately, that includes the Justice League. You know how gossip spreads among the superhero community.”

Boy did he. When Carol had dumped him for good, he’d gotten a commiseration text from Booster Gold. Fucking Booster Gold.

“And I don’t want what we do in our private time encroaching on what we do here,” he went on. “We have a leadership position in League together with Diana. The two of us being in a relationship could…complicate things, here.”

“You don’t want that, huh, big guy?” Hal said. “That not a concern your boyfriend shares?”

Batman’s expression remained blank. Superman’s eyes hardened. “Don't try to change the subject, please. This is serious.”

“Clark is right,” Bats said. “Hal, we need explicit verbal confirmation. Will you agree to keep this a secret, or are we going to have a problem?”

Hal shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

Both of them paused.

“Really,” Batman said, with an edge of suspicion. “Just like that.”

“Yeah, just like that. Why are you acting so surprised? I’m in this game too, I know the drill. I can keep a secret.”

“You wear a flight suit with your name on it under your Lantern uniform.”

“And yet somehow, the general public hasn’t worked it out yet. Go figure.” He felt his lips pull into a sneer. “Look, what do you want from me? I said I won’t blab and I won’t. Am I supposed to sign a pact in blood or something?”

“Shockingly, I wasn’t actually going to suggest that,” Batman said dryly. “But it would certainly be more comforting than just taking it on faith.”

Hal gritted his teeth. “Oh, right. So you don’t trust me, is that it?”

“Bruce,” Superman said, frowning.

Bats just shook his head. “It’s nothing personal. Trust alone is a poor basis for most agreements.”

“So that’s a 'no, I don’t trust you' then? Fuck you too. How many times have I pulled your ass out of the fire by now, Spooky—”

“Fewer times than I’ve done the same for you—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Superman cut in, face like gentle thunder. “Bruce, we’re asking him for a favor here. Antagonizing him is counterproductive.” Bats just grunted and looked away. “And Hal, you have to understand this is difficult for us. For both of us. We’ve kept this hidden for a long time, from almost everyone in our lives, and you’re the first person to find out like this. I hope you can appreciate the gravity of that.”

Hal scrubbed a hand through his hair, feeling the sudden rush of anger drain out of him. It was honestly hard to stay mad when Superman was using his Nice Reasonable Mediator voice. “Yeah, I… Look, I do get it, okay? I’m not gonna blab, because no matter what either of you think, I’m not that big of an asshole. I don’t go around fucking up other people’s relationships for fun, you know.”

“We know, Hal,” Superman said, reassuringly. Batman was annoyingly silent.

“Cool. Are we done here?”

“We’re done,” Bats said.

Thank god. Hal was feeling shittier and antsier the longer he sat here with these guys.

[onlyshestandsthere]

Title: Entanglement

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Kit Tanthalos/Elora Danan/Jade Claymore (eventually)

Tags: Tangled AU, Charming swashbuckler Kit Tanthalos//Naive nerd Elora Danan//Incredibly serious knight Jade Claymore//Eventual OT3//Happy Ending

Summary:

On the run from her past and pursued by a relentless knight hopeful, princess turned swashbuckling rogue Kit Tanthalos comes across a strange tower, and an even stranger girl.

Or, the Tangled AU.

[malkaleh]

Kind of inspired by @uncheckedaggression and @tenderbittersweet

The summer heat is the worst it has ever been and it seems to all have been concentrated in the Council Rooms - even the stuffiest of the privy counsellors have shucked their usual robes and doublets for the lightest linen, some even stripped down to their undershirts and breeches alone with the lightest silk or linen over robe that could be gotten away with.

It is driving Henry mad and it is not the force of the heat nor the thick humid air. It is watching his Thomas. Oh, he is not as underdressed perhaps as some of the others and yet, yet Henry is hard put to not want to order everyone in the room to turn their eyes for him, for the vision that Thomas is should be for he and Anne alone.

His white undershirt, embroidered by Anne with a thread that is purple but does not look it, clings to their husband - a glimpse of his chest as the laces have been loosened on both over robe and undershirt.

Glimpses of curls in slightly damp hair, something that Thomas usually does not allow himself and Christ, Henry thinks, I should make it a royal command that he lets his hair grow out. His light breeches - those slim legs and hips that make Henry think of wrapping his arms about Tom’s waist as he was kissing Anne and Henry had watched.

He swears he’s going to have the woman who looked appreciatively when Thomas smiled that morning sent from court.

Men do still look at Anne and it still enrages Henry but at the least, he can make sure they understand that she is his but when it is Thomas, neither he nor Anne can. Neither of them can protect him fully. They cannot claim Thomas, so all Henry can do is watch as they try to take what will never be theirs.

With an effort Henry pulls his attention back to the business of the council, just to see Anne looking especially beautiful in her light gown and fuck, Henry thinks, looking at the way she looks, the way Thomas looks - two dark haired beauties - his star and his moon - the way the fabric clings to Anne’s form, her pretty breasts that he had kissed that morning, Thomas and his lean muscles and the soft curls that had brushed against Henry’s skin.

He cannot bear it.

-

“You really do not see it, do you? Your beauty - the way I would kill anyone who looked at you if I could. For you and Anne both”

[ojamayellow]

also this? is incredibly funny (aka SAD) for my OC reasons

[independent-fics]

Ahhh Parker’s little smile hello to Eliot after she drops in in “The (Very) Big Bird Job”.

[littlesparklight]

I enjoy so much the whole vibe of Paris' present absence between Helen and Menelaos post-war. This works in a (never fully realized, ended badly as canon does) OT3 situation, or for Helen/Paris and Menelaos/Paris separately.

Those two who are still alive, both happy things are back as they always should have been but also unable to stop thinking about what's missing. And feeling guilty about it, because that shouldn't matter! But it does, and Paris does. So he's present even when he's very much absent, and unlike during the war, when all three were alive, there's nothing that can change that that absence cannot be reversed.

They're simply going to have to live with that lack, and awkward and guilty for not just wanting it differently, perhaps, but noticing the lack at all.