#otp: they don't come from broken homes

[misschanadlerbong]

GINNY X ABBY AESTHETIC

[beefrobeefcal]

... And Nowhere to Hide feat. Frankie Morales & f!reader

Summary: An alternate ending to All Pent Up & No Where to Go in which Frankie really blows it. To find out where this all started, start with that fic.

Pairing: Frankie & Mouse | Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 3,190

PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING Content Warnings: could be viewed as DDDNE, toxic relationship, alcoholism, broken relationship, domestic violence [not overt but could be viewed as such], hurt, drunk driving [don't do it!], ending of a relationship, body insecurity, adultery, cheating, there are no happy endings in real life bub.

Author's Notes: Even though this is an AU ending to All Pent Up & Nowhere to Go, I'm seeing this as the end of Frankie & Mouse. The original ending to that fic always felt like it didn't fit right and now that I am moving on from writing weight fics, this seemed like the right OTP to torpedo. I'm not sorry but I hope you'll forgive this beef anyway.

Thank you to @strang3lov3 for brainstorming this with me, and to @bitchesuntitled, @mothandpidgeon and @neverwheremoonchildfor their eyes and love.

No more tag lists - follow @beefnotes + turn on notifications for fic updates!

“That’s why you had to hide it then, huh?”, he yelled again, this time, sadness and hurt clearly in his voice. He didn’t know how to tell you the deep hurt he felt, thinking you were hiding seeking pleasure on your own from him; thinking you didn't want him anymore and could replace him with a fucking vibrator, “Wait till I’m not home and then fuck yourself? Don’t need me anymore?” 

You saw his body language show more than his words could say. He was hurting and had been hurting for a while. You had no clue that he was making this whole big change for you, and now you’d basically told him that after all that hard work, you’d replaced him. No, you had no idea what was running through his head. All you knew was that you were tired of being rebuffed and ignored and wanted to give yourself some much needed pleasure and release and he was mad at you for it. 

“How fucking dare you! You barely even look at me anymore – let alone touch me – and you want to give me shit for wanting to - to feel good?”, you yelled back, standing up from the bed. His face fell and his big brown eyes widened. Your emotions were getting the better of you, and you could feel the hot tears begin to flood your eyes. Your voice cracked. “What is happening, Frankie? Talk to me!” 

He said nothing. He just turned and hurried out of the room, and you heard the back door slam shut and the garage door open. You waited to hear the truck start, but nothing came. You grabbed your things from the bathroom and bedroom and settled into the guest room. 

*****

Frankie stormed out of the house, slamming the door as hard as he could on the way out. He ripped the door to his truck open and got in, choosing to forgo  buckling his seatbelt as he pulled out of the driveway. 

How could you? How could you just lay on your shared bed, looking so beautiful and untouchable while you made yourself feel so good. Without him. He tried to forget how sad your eyes were as you pulled back your hand after his rejection. His pride wouldn’t let him linger on that because his pride was not going to let him turn the truck around and throw himself at your feet, begging for forgiveness. 

He pulled up to the regular bar the group would all hang out at, and sat for a moment. Frankie pulled out his phone, expecting to see missed calls, but all that showed up on his screen was the alert from their doorbell cam, announcing his departure. 

His heart ached. He was getting healthier and back in shape and he should be happier. But he wasn’t. He was feeling worse about everything and drinking more to offset it, and even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it, a small part of him knew that this was all on him, not on you.

He wanted so badly for you to give him a sign, anything, to come back to the house and make it right. He told himself he didn’t want to go to the bar again and drink until his broken soul was numb and he knew by being here again, he was putting another nail in your relationship’s coffin.  His fingers twitched on the steering wheel, as if to let him know the bar was just right there - all he had to do was go in and he could forget all of this, at least for the night. Frankie didn’t know how long he’d sat there, but he was brought back to reality as a loud group of people exited the bar to smoke. He sighed, biting back the sick feeling making his skin feel wrong, and went into the bar. 

****

Frankie was downing his third beer when a hand came onto his shoulder.

“No Mouse?”

Frankie looked up and saw Natalie, one of Santi’s previous conquests, looking back at him. He cleared his throat and shook his head, looking back down at his beer. “No.”

He heard her pull the stool next to his out and moved it closer to him. “Trouble at home?”, she asked, sitting down. He could feel how warm her body was against his, making the ache in his chest feel deeper, reminding him that he was here and you weren’t.

“I-uh..”, he cleared his throat again. “It’s not been great.”

Her hand came up and sympathetically rubbed on his. “I’m sorry to hear that, Frankie.”

He nodded, eyeing her, then took another sip of beer.

“Well, you look great.”, she says a little too enthusiastically for Frankie, and he only sighed in response. 

“Look, Natalie. I’m not gonna be great company. I just wanna cool down before I go back home and… and…”, he dropped his head in his hands. “I don’t fucking know what I’m gonna do. I don’t know how to-”

“Frankie.”, Natalie interjected. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. It’s pretty clear what’s going on.”

He looked up at her, brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re doing something for yourself, to make yourself feel better, and Mouse isn’t happy.”

Frankie wanted to correct her. He wanted to tell her that it was on him, that he was doing this for you and he felt like shit, and he wanted nothing more than to go home and hold the most important person in the world to him - you. 

But he didn’t. Instead, he accepted the shots Natalie ordered, and let her say horrible, untrue things about you, all because he was getting his ego stroked. 

So he said nothing, just nodded along. He didn’t put his barriers up and tell her to move her chair away. He didn’t stop her hands from touching him. He didn’t stop her from crawling on his lap, and he didn’t stop her when she kissed him.

Worst of all, he didn’t stop himself from taking her to his truck and doing everything he’d wanted to do with you to Natalie in the backseat.

*****

Natalie was still in the backseat of his truck, pulling her bra back on and Frankie was drinking down the two day old, open bottle of Gatorade to wash the taste of her out of his mouth. 

Frankie’s head was swimming. The alcohol was working its way through his system.

The dread that washed over him was sobering for a moment as he put the lid back on the bottle and caught a glimpse of Natalie in a rearview mirror, warm soft light from the street lamps illuminating her silhouette. She smiled up at him and crawled into the front seat.

“I was thinking-”

“No.”, Frankie said, sharper than he intended, shaking his head and feeling the alcohol swirl his vision. His tone softened, “This shouldn’t have happened.”

There was silence from the seat next to him. He couldn’t bring himself to face her, so he slurred in a harsh whisper again, “This shouldn’t have happened.”

There was the sound of a sharp breath followed by, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Natalie, I-”

“Are you fucking serious, Morales?” Natalie’s words were accentuated with a slightly drunken lilt and cold laughter. “Oh my god!”

He growled and looked up at her angrily. “What did you fucking expect?”

“That you’d be done with that little fuckwit and wake up!”

Frankie stared at Natalie, aghast and trying to fight the alcohol in his system and find the right words to shut her down, but she was quicker.

“Look what she did to you! Your little feeder is mad you won’t eat and kicks you out!”

Frankie sat with his mouth slightly agape. He knew that was not what happened but he couldn’t spit it out.

“Oh come on, Frankie!”, she scoffed in a laugh. “I’ve known you for how long? And since you’ve been with her, you got fat. Like fucking fat! She made you fat because she’s a freak and who fucking knows why you put up with it!”

“Get the fuck out.” His soft tone was menacing.

“Or what?”, she challenged him, her drunkenness emboldening her. “You can’t go back to that. I won’t let you, Frankie. She doesn’t deserve you! I can’t just let you go back to someone who asks to be called ‘Mouse’ over her real name! There’s something wrong with her and she needs help, acting like this is healthy to do this to you. You have to see-”

“I am doing this for her!”, Frankie shouted, cutting Natalie off. His eyes had softened and were now pleading and his voice dropped to a lower volume. “I’m doing this for her.”

“Frankie, I ca - you don’t have to defend her. I get it, and I want to help -”

“Just get out.”

Frankie’s drive from the bar was - in short - chaotic. He’d stopped at a corner store and picked up a case of beer, then drove out to a quiet look out, downing one right another the other.

He tried to drown the heavy lump of dread as he watched the sky lighten. Something told him could find a way to fix this if he could think of the right words to say to you, and if he could get the water in the shower hot enough, he could scrub Natalie from his skin like it never happened. 

The drive to your shared house was confusing. The street signs were unreadable through his tears and beer fueled haze and his stomach felt nauseous from the smell of Natalie permeating the truck cab. He couldn’t remember what colour meant stop or go, so he just drove by muscle memory alone.

*****

You’d tossed and turned all night long, unable to get comfortable. Any time you found yourself finally drifting off to sleep, the pangs of anxiety reverberated in your body, making your limbs ache and your skin feel too hot and too cold simultaneously. 

The light coming in from the window told you it was very early in the morning. The dredges of sleeplessness made your body feel heavy, making getting out of bed that much harder when you heard Frankie’s truck pull up.

As you padded down the hallway, you heard the back door open and Frankie’s heavy footsteps on the mudroom floor. You turned the corner into the kitchen and watch as he toed his boots off, looking slightly unsteady on his feet. The hair popping out from around his hat seemed more mussed and his clothing looked like he’d slept in them. He was clearly drunk and you were furious with him for driving home like that. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it as of late, and it wasn’t the first time he’d come home with his tail between his legs, drunk and pleading.

“Are you drunk?”

Your harshly spoken words cut through the heavy silence and Frankie looked up at you, eyes weary and desperate.

“Mouse - baby…” 

His words were slurred and desperate, and his voice was rough and sounded like he was in pain. He turned his body facing you and you saw that his lips looked reddened and worried and something on his neck. It was a hickey or bite mark, framed with a hint of red lipstick. Realization washed over you and you felt sick. 

Frankie reached out a hand to you, watching your face fall and pull away from him. “Baby, no, please!”

“What did you do…” Your words came out in a broken whisper and Frankie lumbered towards you, reaching out. Instead of falling into his hold, you shook your head and turned away towards your bedroom. 

“MOUSE!”

The volume at which he yelled your name made you stop in your tracks and turn around, and what you saw made your stomach churn. Frankie’s fists were clenched by his sides and he was breathing hard. His whole body seemed to be tense, like a snake would coil up before it striked, and his face was twisted in anguish and rage.

You froze. This was not your Frankie - it was just Frankie, drunk and looking the way he’d described his dad. You watched in abject horror as he moved towards you, and both of you stared into the other’s eyes.

Frankie broke the connection first with a sharp sob followed by his voice cracking with his slurred words. “Don’t look at me like that! Please, Mouse - I can explain, baby!”

You shook your head, face twisting in hurt, confusion and anger. You couldn’t keep going through the cycle of fighting, Frankie getting drunk  and having to bear the brunt of it. You stood your ground, yelling back at him, “You’re fucking drunk again - I don’t want to hear it -”

Frankie shook his head. “Just fucking listen to me!”

You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and sobbed, “Get out!”

Natalie’s words about how you were the villain were leaching into his mind, peeling back the rational thought and fueling the insecurities he carried. You were the one who did this to him. You were the one who was forcing him to change. Everyone else could see it - why couldn’t you? You deserved what he did because now you knew how he felt every time you went out in public and other men’s eyes danced over your body and he just had to sit back like a cuck and let it happen. 

His breathing was growing rapid, and his eyes were fixed on you like a bull seeing red. As you turned to go into your room, Frankie lunged forward and reached out, grabbing your arm. He yanked you away from the bedroom door. 

“Don’t you EVER walk away from me when I am talking to you!”

“Let go! You’re hurting m - “

“You don’t get to to tell me when to leave my house!”

“Frankie! Stop it!”

You pushed him back and turned around, but his arms came around your waist, pulling you back into him. His hot, beer soaked breath painted the side of your neck and face.

“Mouse! I just-I just wanna talk… that’s all, baby.. I love you and i don’t wanna let you go-.”

He was cut off by your elbowing his abdomen, and it gave you a chance to get away from him. You ran into your room and slammed the door and locked, then stood back and watched the door shake from Frankie’s fists pounding on the other side. 

Grabbing your phone, you dialed the only number your trembling hands could.

Will answered his phone groggily and all he heard was your panicked crying and Frankie screaming in the background. 

*****

The morning was a blur. Will arrived with Benny quicker than you could have hoped for. Will and Benny had finally managed to drag Frankie from the house and out into the detached garage, but just barely. Based on the damage he’s inflicted on his friends who were trying to help, Benny was scared shitless as to what he would find on the other side of your bedroom door.

You’d finally opened the bedroom door when you’d made Benny promise that Will would keep Frankie out of the house. As soon as he was in the room with you, Benny’s concern had him kneeling on the floor in front of you, asking over and over if you were okay… if Frankie had hit you… if you were hurt… and each question, you could only shake your head. The reality of the situation was settling in, knowing this was not something you could just come back from easily and Benny held you as you cried.

Will had called Santi over to keep Frankie in place in the garage. The last thing he wanted was for him to get back into the house and see that Benny was helping you pack enough of your stuff to tie you over for a few days. 

Santi went into the house to get some water and found you standing at the kitchen table, wiping your eyes as you packed some important paperwork you weren’t sure you wanted to leave behind. He had no idea what to say, so Santi said nothing. 

He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and the pitcher of water from the fridge, leaving you in silence. 

*****

You’d left that day and moved in with Benny and his two cats - Butter and Bagels. Frankie’s infidelity had come fully to light with Natalie laying it all out for Santi and then Frankie confirmed it all, solidifying your choice to leave.

The break up had affected every part of the group, and while you assumed that you were in the right for walking away, Will shocked you when he told you to forgive and get back with Frankie.

“You don’t get it. Honey, I know he fucked up, but you’re better than that. You want loyalty, you have to be loyal, Mouse.”, he’d said sternly to you from across the table at a Denny’s. “You don’t leave a man when he’s down, and Frankie has seen some shit. You belong together, Mouse. You know that!”

It was a given that when you told Benny what Will had said, he drove straight to his house, barged in and punched Will square in the face, breaking his nose. 

Santi had sent you a bullshit text telling you that while he was sorry for what happened, Frankie was his brother and he needed to stand with him. He wished you well and said he’d be around if you needed anything. You angrily toyed with the idea of sending a curse-laden response, but instead just blocked his number and deleted the message. 

It had taken six months for you to begin to feel like yourself again. You’d joined a social group in the apartment complex and made a few acquaintances in the laundry room. You’d even switched to a new department at the accounting firm, allowing you to work from home.

Home. You had a home again. Benny’s apartment was finally home for you and you were cautiously optimistic for your future. 

The bar you’d frequented with the group was now considered non-existent to you. Benny even vowed to not darken its doorway in solidarity, so the two of you had found a new dive to hang out in. 

It was a little further out of the way, but it was quieter, and less of a bar and more of an all-night bistro. It didn’t hurt that the bartender there was easy on the eyes, what with his shorter hair, the small offset blonde patch in the front and his jewel-toned southern drawl crackling light lightning across the bar. 

You hadn’t gotten the courage to speak to him, let alone hold eye contact. At least not until one evening, you’d bravely wandered in - sand Benny - and sat at the bar instead of the booth you normally did.

The bartender turned around and put his weight on the counter, leaning slightly towards you, and with his cheshire grin, he asked, 

“And what can I get for you, little bird?”

No more tag lists - follow @beefnotes + turn on notifications for fic updates!

[esmealux]

esmealux's masterlist

last updated: 17.08.2024

Multi-chapter works

Feels Like Home

AU in which Chloe and Lucifer are roommates [extended work]. Written in collaboration with @my-crazy-awesome-sox 42 / ? chapters posted Rated E

Living with the Devil (isn't always Hell on Earth)

AU in which Chloe and Lucifer are roommates [original work]. Or, 5 times Chloe seriously considers moving out, and 1 time she doesn’t. Written in collaboration with @my-crazy-awesome-sox 6/6 chapters posted Rated M

Planning a Hell of a Wedding

The Devil and the Detective make their way through the wedding planning checklist. One is more passionate about it than the other. Set a year after season 5 (written before 5B was released) Rated M

One-shots

When All Else Fails

Lucifer and John's relationship throughout the years. Set in the universe of take me back to the start by usuallysunny; a belated birthday gift Rated T

Mummy's Workplace: The Guided Tour

Lucifer shows baby Rory around the precinct. Rated T

Going through Hell

Amenadiel has a message for Lucifer and pays him a visit in Hell. Set post season 6. Rated T

The Original Starry Night

When God comes to Earth, Lucifer needs to get away. Chloe finds him in the moonlit desert. Set after 5A Rated M

Definitely Don't Like You

Chloe and Lucifer go on a date and visits the precinct after dark. There's something they never got to try. Set post season 5B Rated M

Something Close to Sex? Yet Entirely Different

‘Lucifer, you’re hurting.’ Her eyes, full of worry, flicker over his wounded, broken body. And yes, it hurts. Like hell, as a matter of fact. But what hurts more is the thought of being alone. Rated T.

Certainly Our Best Collab

‘I just want to let you know that I love you.’ Rated G.

Rejected at the Pearly Gates

He stays by her side, holding her still hand, waiting. Hoping. And—when the sun has set, risen, and set again without the slightest movement from her—praying. Rated T.

The Devil Doesn't Do Children

Last time Linda saw Lucifer in a state similarly chaotic, dark, leathery wings were sticking out of his back. Before she can ask him what’s wrong, his trembling voice fills her office.

‘The Detective’s pregnant.’

Not what she’d expected, but his reaction seems about right. Rated M. Posted in 3 chapters, but it's only 10K words and was written as a one-shot.

How Chloe Decker Ruined the First and Greatest Slut of the Universe

Lucifer had never seen the point of monogamy. But then he’d met her. Rated M.

Bloody Hell

‘Yes, thank you, Detective, I am familiar with the concept of menstruation.' Rated T.

Granniest Panties (sequel to 'Bloody Hell')

Lucifer proves his worth as Chloe's very own PA. Period Assistant. Rated T.

Ship: Sailing

Ella finds out her OTP is finally happening. Or, Lucifer bragging about finally having sex with Chloe, Ella fangirling over it, and Chloe being so done with them. Rated T.

Two Firsts in One Night

‘I guess that’s two firsts in one day… Well, night,’ he smirks at her, surprised when she mirrors his suggestive smile instead of rolling her eyes at his last remark. But then again, she did seem to enjoy the night in question.

Tit or Tat

Chloe and Lucifer make a bet. Rated T

Drabbles

Aurora

How and when Chloe came up with Rory's name A gift for @my-crazy-awesome-sox Rated T

Being a Dad

Lucifer has always worn suits. But then, he became a dad. Rated G

An Unspoken Promise

Her shirt is still soaked with her blood. Lilith’s ring, now white, still rests on her left ring finger, an unspoken promise. A last goodbye. His ultimate sacrifice. A sob builds in his chest at the sight, the aftershock suddenly threatening to wash over him and rip him apart. But he pushes it down. Wraps his arms tighter around Chloe, pulls her closer, breathes deeper. Set after the last episode of season 5B Rated T

You and Me, from A to Z

A Deckerstar drabble for every letter of the alphabet. 4 / 26 chapters posted Not rated

Happy Anniversary, Detective

Chloe and Lucifer celebrate their second anniversary together. Set in season 3. Rated G

[moku-youbi]

think about this (I AM THINKING ABOUT THIS SO HARD)

in klive context (especially with your find your way home series in mind)

ahahaha. Gonna admit this is tough on me, because I DO ship Five/Lila, and I have basically from the moment she showed up...but any time I try to think of scenarios for potential fic, my brain just NOPES out because Klive is OTP, and I can't stand the thought of Five without his Klaus. (which is why I eventually was like okay, Klaus/Five/Lila...and then because I felt sad leaving Diego out, and because I ship Klaus/Diego and Five/Diego, my brain went WHY NOT ALL FOUR?!)

Let's be clear about a few things though! If this were an established Klive scenario, Five wouldn't have stopped for a second. He probably would've died pretty fast if not for Lila forcing a slowdown, because he would not pause to eat or sleep or drink and he'd get sloppy and delirious fast. This is supposing he'd end up on that subway without Klaus in the first place, though, which would have *never* happened. He wouldn't have allowed Klaus to get shot, or to run off to who knows where in the middle of an emergency situation, and he wouldn't feel the need to distract Klaus or pass him off to Ribbons the Babysitter. They'd be glued at the hip, so you'd either get all three of them on the subway, or just Klive. (to be clear, if it was all 3 of them, I'm totally down with ot3. Klaus would be such a great buffer in there, being so gentle with them both, comforting them, caring for them *le sigh* If Blackman was going to piss everyone off anyway, why not go for broke with incest 3way lmao! Then you could also do away with the AWFUL pointless Klaus storyline full of unnecessary trauma). All that being said, if he'd been in an established relationship with Klaus and somehow they HADN'T been together in the subway? Yeah, never in a million years would he have cheated on Klaus.

I think for me, the disconnect is that he wants to stay there with her, not that he falls in love with her. I don't have trouble believing that. They're already so alike and there's clear affection and a spark of chemistry there. And I think a lot of people miss that 1.) he'd already 'broken up with' Delores in s1 when he returns her to the store and 2.) he's stuck in another apocalypse scenario, and we know his coping mechanisms. + 3.) she was in an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage and 4.) her aggressive positivity and not speaking about her children is *her* coping mechanism. My poly-minded brain is okay with this. He can love her and Klaus and Delores and whoever. She can love him and Diego and whoever.

And I can even see him needing a break. That's what he told Klaus he wanted in s3 after all. He had a few year's downtime, and then suddenly gets put back in this nightmare situation with no end in sight. He's 70. He's tired of just running and fighting *constantly* It makes sense to want to go someplace safe and comfortable and take a breath.

For me the part that doesn't work is as soon as he finds the book. Like it just doesn't work for his character no matter what. I can see him taking a couple of days to come to terms with the fact he's going to lose Lila, but I don't see it lasting *months* That's where the Klive shipper (and Hargreeves OTSiblings) in me is all hell naw! Not only is it unbelievable that he'd abandon his siblings to the apocalypse (like, sure, wanting to get away from the endless chain of end of the world scenarios, fine, but he'd go bring his family BACK with them, then), but we saw with Delores that he let her go because he knew it was what was right and what she needed. He would *never* keep Lila from her children 5 months longer out of selfishness, knowing her anguish over being apart from them for so long, no matter how much he loves her. In fact, it's because he loves her so much that he wouldn't.

And that's what it comes down to, a fundamental misunderstanding of how Five loves, from the writers. It's an interesting blend of selfishness and selflessness, but no matter the cost to him personally, he'll do what is best for his loved ones.

[dogshit-enchantment]

a short list of songs i associate with valenwind, in some undiscernable order

Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But... - The Arctic Monkeys

both because the lyrics/title mention vampirism, but even moreso because it talks about proverbial vampires fucking people over. Shinra would be the real vampires here, sucking everyone and everything dry of any life until all that's left is a husk. Also the line "You better give me some pointers, since you are the big rocket launcher, and I'm just the shotgun" can go either way with them.

Doubts - PUP

"Now that I've got nothing, you're having your doubts. Packed all of your things and moved them all out."

Break up song, angst song, either way I feel like Cid and Vincent would constantly be at some kind of odds with themselves and each other. The constant feeling they're not good enough for the other, that they're both burnt out in different ways in where they have 'nothing'. Shit hurts. The lyrics don't fully fit but the vibe hurts me to think about it in regards to them so I'm inflicting it on yall.

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

yes I did listen to this recently with the express purpose of reliving the 2007 sasunaru amv in my head and ended up with valenwind feels. It fits, I can't deny it, it just fits.

Fear & Delight - The Correspondents

This song makes it on to every single OTP playlist and this is no exception. "I don't show it but I quiver whenever you come near. And I cannot decipher between the thrill and the fear. I wanna stop it but like it too much to let it stop here. It's wrong but I want you tonight." Insane. Absolutely insane. Cid being madly in love with a man who can and would tear him apart if he had even 1% less of self control over himself, and him being completely into it. Monsterfucker Cid is so real. This is what I would consider to be the most 'love song' of this playlist and should hammer home how I think Cid feels about Vincent.

Victim - Mili

not so much a valenwind song as Vincent & Lucrecia - not x, mind you. "When will it be my turn, my turn. I'm not just some tragic victim. But when will I learn, I learn. It's just me in this world, I'm alone, I'm complete." The aura around the song makes me think of him emerging from the floor of the basement, post experiment, covered in blood and awake as Chaos.

All Around Me - Flyleaf

This would be the song I would attribute as Vincent's feelings towards Cid. The song itself has religious backstory (it is literally a religious song) and I think that holds true for them. "Holding on to what I'm feeling. Savoring this heart that's healing" Two broken souls trying to fix each other.

if i have more songs to add ill just self reblog with them, thats all for now lol

[silviakundera]

Moonlight Chicken Liveblogging Ep 8 (Finale)

"Jam, we shouldn't become the kind of adults we hate." Late night conversation I've definitely had with a sibling.

asdfghjk Wen just out there hingeless and redefining the relationship all on his own. Here's my new condo. I'll still come sleep on your floor when I miss you. Btw I want you to be part of my first home. oh actually it's OUR home. (Takes Jim's hands and wraps Jim's arms around his waist.)

Not at all boyfriend like.

Goodbye diner set 😢 Nice bittersweet final dinner with Jim's lil staff of lost boys.

And then ex Alan makes the galaxy brain move of leaving the old dating pictures of him and Wen behind when he moves out. Clearly he senses his future fate if he does not - TWICE has an ex's wife found old embarrassingly insipid love letters 😖 and pictures from the dating days 😑 and thinks we're so cuuuuttttteeeeeeeee while we struggle to recover and burn the evidence. (do u think she will let us? no!) (I still attest that is cruel & inhumane to hold one accountable for the cringe behavior of our teens & 20s) (this should in theory be 2 against 1 but somehow it never works out that way 🤔) I'm just saying, Alan dodged a bullet there. I saw one of those pics involved whimsical face painting.

"I have no idea if I do what I do because I love it or I just don't know how to do anything else." Jim, stop being THE MOST RELATEABLE challenge. Impossible.

Wen: what if u were my sugar baby? 😇

Keep trying sweetheart, I believe in you.

Do itttttt, sell the car you bought with The Ghost of Boyfriend Past.

Wen is offered a promotion to move for a new project. Luckily he's not in his early 20s struggle era anymore, so the guy doesn't need to upend his life just to chase the money. (best part of turning 30 fr)

Liked that there was no need to create drama & suspense around it. It was made pretty clear in the narrative that though lack of money makes life harder... nephew Li Ming doesn't regret not choosing to live with his more financially stable relatives and Gaipa doesn't have to work an office job just because he got a bachelor's degree. Prioritze yourself and whatever happiness mean to you. And Wen isn't in dire straits, he's just fine.

Refreshing, actually. It's become a drama cliche that some character gets a promotion offer and it's like they have no other options than having to abandon everything to chase that pay check. It's just not true. The whole point of getting yourself to a solid place where you'd even get an offer like that is that you don't have to take it. To have the luxury of making choices out of desire, not desperation.

Lil food truck now, just Jim & Wen. Smaller footprint. And endearing straight boy Leng still stops by to catch up.

We even get a family dinner night and public admittance of boyfriend status!

🚨ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED. 🚨

Though honestly, like in Lighter & Princess, by this point it's a forgone conclusion. They've been showing their love & caring for each other for a long time, through actions & affection.

Nephew going to America to accompany his wealthy university student boyfriend is a MUCH better plan lbr.

ex Alan: "This is Wen, my friend." awwwwww ❤

He has no choice now, he WILL be assimilated.

Jim/Wen was my primary interest here so I'm glad they included a long epilogue showing us how Jim did the official boyfriend ask, as a last scene. With some incredibly sexy & tender making-out. Cause I'm otp trash. HE FIXED THE METAPHOR. I knew u could do it, babygirl. That dvd was never broken, it just needed a new player.

"You said the male lead got together with his fiancée."

"I didn't say he didn't end up with the female lead."

"The right love consists of the right person. And the right time."

and they lived happily ever after (selling chicken).

[princesssarisa]

7 question ask: Dorothy (Wizard of Oz)

These answers are for the movie version, because it's been too many years since I read the original books.

Three facts about them from my personal headcanons.

Her parents died in a fire. This is why fire and smoke are associated with scary things – chiefly the Wicked Witch, but also the Wizard's fake giant head form – throughout her dream of Oz.

She was given Toto as a puppy when she was seven years old. When The Wizard of Oz takes place, she's twelve years old and Toto is five.

Her favorite color is blue, but the next time Uncle Henry and Auntie Em can afford to buy her a new dress, she'll chose a red one because it reminds her of the ruby slippers.

A reason they suck:

She runs away from home without realizing how much her aunt and uncle will worry about her. Although of course she has sympathetic reasons (she's desperate to save her dog's life, and she was feeling unappreciated and longing for "somewhere over the rainbow" even before Miss Gulch came), and to her credit, once Professor Marvel gently makes her realize her mistake, her entire motivation throughout the rest of the movie is to get home.

A reason they are great:

She's kind and friendly, vulnerable yet spunky and brave, and relatable in so many ways. And her singing voice isn't bad either.

A reason I relate to them:

I also dream of escaping from my troubles, but ultimately I love my family too much to want to leave home. I love dogs too.

(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character:

None in particular. But if we imagine that Oz is a real place, with the ruby slippers' magic only making it seem like a dream, and that some variation on Baum's sequels will take place... then I would probably ship her with Ozma just like everyone else seems to.

Five things that never happened to the character that I believe should have happened:

That the chicks' incubator hadn't been broken at the beginning, so Aunt Em and Uncle Henry could have listened to Dorothy when she tries to tell them about Toto and Miss Gulch. If they had known in time, then maybe they could have gone to the sheriff before Miss Gulch did and stopped him from granting her the order to have Toto killed.

That she had somehow freed herself from the locked room in the Witch's castle, and then reunited with the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion afterwards. While I don't personally mind that the Tin Man frees her, this change might stop certain critics from complaining that movie-Dorothy is too much of a damsel in distress compared to the books' Dorothy.

Glinda should have given a better reason for not telling her about the ruby slippers' power than "She wouldn't have believed me." A better explanation might have been that she knew Dorothy was destined to help the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion, so she couldn't send Dorothy home without having met them.

There should have been some confirmation in the end that Miss Gulch won't be coming back for Toto.

Oz should have turned out the be real and not just a dream. MGM's reasoning that audiences were "too sophisticated" to accept a straightforward fantasy was stupid.

Five people that character never fell in love with and why.

The Scarecrow. He's a close platonic friend, that's all.

The Tin Man. Ditto.

The Cowardly Lion. Ditto.

The Wizard. He's much too old for her.

Uncle Henry. No incest, and besides, he's old.

[invisibleraven]

OTP Prompt! Sick days and Rulie?

Julie was usually the early riser of the two of them, so it was fairly odd when she awoke Friday morning to an empty bed. Sitting up she was about to call for Reggie when she heard a barking cough echoing from the kitchen. Easing out of bed and into her fluffy robe and slippers, she trudged downstairs.

Reggie was sitting at the island, slumped over it while the kettle boiled off to the side. "Good morning cariño," Julie said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Blergh," Reggie croaked, lifting his head and Julie cooed in sympathy. His nose was bright red, matching his bloodshot eyes. Both made worse by the clammy, greyish pallor of his skin. "I'm sick."

"I can see that," Julie said. "That's what happens when you work with kids I suppose."

"I blame Marshmellow," Reggie said, referring to one of the kids in his class who was apparently very squishy and loved to dress in pastels. He had cute nicknames for all his kids, and Julie always delighted in hearing about their antics. "She was coughing and sneezing all over the place yesterday, girl doesn't know how to cover her mouth."

"To be fair my love, she is only two," Julie hummed, popping some bread in the toaster.

"Would be better if her damn parents kept her home when she got sick instead of infecting me," Reggie grumbled, then punctuated it with a volley of sneezes-all of which he covered, thank you very much. "I already called in, I don't want anyone else to catch this."

Julie poured up the kettle, letting Reggie's tea steep while she doctored her coffee. She then slid some pills across the counter to him. "Take those, drink your tea and go back to bed," she said.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Reggie said. "Don't want you to get this, I know you have that big presentation coming up."

"In like three weeks, I'll be okay," Julie replied, waving him off. She watched as he winced after downing the pills and offered him a slice of toast which he rejected. "You must be sick if you're not hungry."

"Pills make me queasy, don't want to tempt fate," Reggie admitted. He drained his tea and tried to stand, only to stumble. "And apparently my good friend vertigo has set in, yay."

Julie rushed to help him, the two of them slowly making their way back to bed. She grabbed a bottle of VapoRub, coating Reggie with it, and though he screw up his nose at the feeling, he at least felt like he could breathe again and muttered his thanks. "Get going, you're gonna be late for work, I'll live," he urged her.

Julie looked at the clock and cursed, he was right. But he looked so small and pathetic lying there. Plus she knew what a baby Reggie could be when he was sick and didn't want to leave him alone and suffering. She got out her phone and quickly texted her boss.

She then slid back into the bed, kissing Reggie's forehead. "I called in sick, you need me more."

"I love you," Reggie said. "But don't blame me when you catch this."

"I won't," Julie assured him. "Now close your eyes and try to rest, and when you get up we'll see if you can stomach some soup, okay?"

"Will you sing me to sleep?" Reggie asked, his voice small.

"Of course I will," Julie replied, crooning a quiet Spanish lullaby that her mother had always broken out when she was sick as a child. Soon enough Reggie's eyes slid closed and he let out a soft snuffly snore. Julie grinned and set back up, grabbing a book from the nightstand.

Surrounded by the scent of menthol and Reggie's little crackly noises, Julie decided she might as well enjoy her sick day, even if she was sure she would be in the exact same position as Reggie come Monday.

But hey, in sickness and health right?

[the-crow-binary]

A fiver :D Hector, Isaac, Leon, Mathias and Rosaly <3

Oh, it's on. >:3

Hector:

Favorite thing about him: Hmmm, i'm not sure... his relationship with Isaac ? (the fact he spares Isaac in the PtR manga because he, apparently, can't get himself to kill his old friend... yet).

Least favorite thing about him: His seeming attraction for Julia >:l

Favorite line: Oooo it's a hard one... i have plenty. "Forgive me... it's not your sin." (Hector to his devils in the PtR manga) "Get away, you're bothering the lady" (Hector to crows also in the PtR manga LISTEN IT'S NOTHING BUT THE WHOLE PANEL IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE-). Also, from the other manga... "...Ha ha ! You... did you acquire your powers just so you could become Dracula's pawn ? [...] I am human. I sought this power so that i could remain human ! Not for anyone's sake ! For me !! For myself !! Not to be the pawn in some ridiculous plot for revenge !!" those lines are not only a great show of character, but also MULTIPLE HARD SLAPS IN ISAAC'S FACE LMAO

BrOTP: Isaactor. And also Hevor. <3

OTP: Isaactor BECAUSE I DON'T SEE WHY THEY CAN'T BE BOTH BROES AND HOES and also Hevor BECAUSE SAME THING (listen. i can't choose. leave me alone. >:c)

nOTP: Helia :')

Random headcanon: Hector always cared about Isaac in one way or another since they met and then he got Rosaly killed

Unpopular opinion: His 3D model's lips are ugly <3 (they always bugged me during the cutscenes i'm sorry :c)

Song i associate with him: Eeeeee I don't have any coming to mind eoirhgrsmgmlkresnglmskd (even though we already shared a few in DMs, smh)

Favorite picture of him:

Remember when Rosaly thanked (a very traumatised) Hector for being born ? :') Yeah. :') Please Rosaly, give this man all the hugs for us... :')

Isaac:

Favorite thing about him: HIS WHOLE DAMN BEING LIKE FUCK. GAH. I LOVE HIM MUCH MORE THAN I EVER THOUGHT I WOULD- also the whole stabbing scene also his japanese voice also the whole stabbing scene WITH HIS JAPANESE VOICE <3

Least favorite thing about him: The fact he used a light saber for his final fight :/

Favorite line: I'm just going to do like Hector. "Why did you betray us ?!" he so cared :') His poor little gay heart has been broken :') "With a broken sword as a walking stick. Look at this pathetic sight. My body is the proof of your expectations of him. Ridicule me, scold me. Next time, it will be by any means. Everything concludes with you. The conclusion-" going with "Don't tell me it has nothing to do with your treachery. If my head had rolled, I would not have seen this, Hector...!". Sobbing and crying on the floor. Also, a line from the actual game this time: "You resurrected the Castle ! Hector... Bravo !" HE'S MOCKING HECTOR SO HARD OIERHGMSLDGRLKSDNG

BrOTP: Isaabel. <3

OTP: You may expect me to say Isaactor but NO. IT'S ACTUALLY ISAAVOR !! And Isaacula &lt;;3 and Maac and Graac

nOTP: Isaac x any woman, really.

Random headcanon: He used to be the one to teach Hector about the Dark Arts, until Hector started being better than him <3

Unpopular opinion: The same as yours >:( "He's far more than crazy gay joker and he wipes the floor with N!Isaac" >:(

Song I associate with him: Many, one of wich is The Master's Song, because he's that much of a simp for Drac <3

Favorite picture of him: Outside of every single screenshot you can get of him during the stabbing scene ? Probably this one:

Look at him <3 Discovering his home absolutely destroyed for the first time <3 Not quite realising his dear Lord is dead yet... because the shock is just too great... and then this bat flies to him and it's a sign of hope. You can see it in his eyes, "if this bat is here then it means i'm not alone yet, it means He is still-" and then the next panel the bat dies :) And so does all his hope. Rage blooming inside him to cover the grief. :) This page is the last moment of Isaac's sanity before it starts sliping away <3 (in this version of the events, at least)

Leon:

Favorite thing about him: This man has left his whole life behind to go save his betrothed. He turned his back on the church he has served for years and thought probably very highly of, because they'd rather fight other humans than monsters. And he was having none of this shit <3 He just left them, even gave them back their sword, and that's very sexy of him. He has morals, and he will follow them no matter what. <3

Least favorite thing about him: His 3D model >:( Especially HIS HAIR

Favorite line: "I see. Give him this message: You have become a cursed being and I will never forgive you. This whip and my kinsmen will destroy you someday. From this day on, the Belmont Clan will hunt the night." Ah, yes. The lines who closed the game... but started the whole franchise <3 The very moment Leon put his curse on his clan. <3 ("you wretched fool" is second place btw)

BrOTP: Matheon (mostly because of the things that happened only in my HEAD and some extremely rare fanarts), before Mathias betrays him, that is.

OTP: Leon x Mathias and Walter and Joachim and HE TOPS ALL OF THEM !! (Well. Leon x Sarah is quite cute and tragic too, from what we see <3)

nOTP: It's not much about having nOTP than it is about having a "tired of seeing Leon being either a bottom or turned female (wich is ALSO a bottom)" issue lmao

Random headcanon: Him and Mathias used to call each other "brother"

Unpopular opinion: Idk :(

Song I associate with him: His theme, ofc <3

Favorite picture of him:

He has multiple very pretty art pieces that makes my heart go doki-doki, but something about this one in particular is making it go doki-doki harder <3

Mathias:

Favorite thing about him: Part of me wanna say his design (Pretty and tall porcelain gothic boy wearing FUR <3), but really, I think my favorite thing about him is that he's the man Dracula used to be. He's a glimpse of Dracula before he goes apeshit. He's the origin of it all. The Dark Lord before he becomes the Dark Lord. And I love to think about the contrasts beetween the two (even if lots of headcanon have to be involved). Especially when putting his and (any of) Dracula's design back to back <3 They're so different. And yet the same. <3 Or... are they...?

Least favorite thing about him: He doesn't get nearly enough screentime, especially with the big role he has in this game AND the whole franchise, as Dracula's origins story. >:l

Favorite line: "Then come with me. I will give you eternity, too." my man doesn't have much lines and his first ones are pretty cliché, but I like this little detail of him wanting to keep his dear friend by his side <3 (Though I also like how he talks about Elisabetha and shits on God lmao, he's so not okay)

BrOTP: Matheon.... but also Deathias. <3 (i did not make this post for nothing. The concept of Death getting attached to Mathias... attachment that will go on for centuries... They live in my head rent free. <3)

OTP: ... :) Macula. :) (also PLEASE LET HIM BOTTOM SOMETIMES)

nOTP: Uuuuuh idk, it's not like he's shipped with a lot of people...

Random headcanon: His family was close to the Belmonts', so when they died, the Cronqvist took him in. Wich led to Mathias teaching Leon many things/helping him with his studies, cherishing him like his little brother <3

Unpopular opinion: He's not stupid (he just took stupid decisions <3) and he's a good and interesting character/concept. Sure the game doesn't give us much about him, but enough to let us make our own interpretations and headcanons.

Song I associate with him: Other than his theme ?... Autotheist <3

Favorite picture of him:

Oh, hey... :) I've seen these flowers before. :)

Rosaly:

Favorite thing about her: SHE'S SO SWEET- GAH. THE ONLY CHARACTER TO GIVE HECTOR A PROPER HUG !!

Least favorite thing about her: If it wasn't for the mangas... she would be nothing but a name dropped two times in the whole game :')

Favorite line: "Hector... thank you... for being born." NNNNNGH NO NO. IT'S FINE. GO ON. STEP ON MY HEART WHY DON'T YA. I DON'T MIND.

BrOTP: ...yeah I don't have any for this one

OTP: Hectaly <3 Of course. <3

nOTP: Rosadeath..... this isn't about the character Death btw. This is about SHE DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE. FUCK.

Random headcanon: Uuuuuuuuuuh she wanted to have kids with Hector......? Idk ???

Unpopular opinion: She's a sweet character (way better than the pathetic excuse for a girlfriend N!Hector had <3)

Song I associate with her: Idk :(

Favorite picture of her:

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ok fine. More seriously.

Look at her <3 She looked so happy... <3 (hesitated beetween this and the picture of her crying because she feels so bad for Hector, and the one where she hugs him right after)

THERE. I FINISHED !! Just send me multiple asks next time lmao i am BEGGING Very good choice for the characters though <3

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

Hello!!! Your Rebelcaptain Secret Santa here! *ominous version of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas plays in the distance to herald the coming holiday*

Soooo based on last week, I have to say I kicked my feet and giggled at you saying you enjoy Taylor Swift lyric titles. Because. Well…Guilty as charged. Your entire fic was inspired by one little TS lyric kind of as a joke and then it became reality. Will you guess the song? 🤔 Who knows?

But in that vein, now I HAVE to know what lyrics are Rebelcaptain-coded for you? More Taylor? Someone completely different? I’m a big fan of From Eden by Hozier, myself. The idea of the way they mirror each other *clenches fist*

Have a lovely week!

this is such a good question, and my brain is mildly vibrating right now

obviously, is it even an otp if the Song that Invented Romance™️, by the Bog Man Himself, Hozier's "Work Song," doesn't apply? i think not ("when my time comes around / lay me gently in the cold, hard earth / no grave could hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her" he climbed to reach her on a broken leg!!)

for a purely Swiftie take, definitely, one of my sleeper faves off of evermore, "long story short," which is perfect post-canon vibes: "so i dropped my sword / threw it in bushes and knocked on your door / and we live in peace but if someone comes at us / this time i'm ready" if that's not the most Jyn-coded lyric I've ever seen I don't know what is

"She Calls Me Back" by Noah Kahan also gives me massive Rebelcaptain vibes, if we wanted a glimpse into Cassian's head: "Lost for a long time / Two parallel lines / Everything's alright when / She calls me back, she calls me back" 

also, maybe my favorite Rebelcaptain song, on the dearly departed but not forgotten Official Spotify Cassian Andor Playlist: "Ophelia" by the Lumineers. "oh, oh, Ophelia, you've been on my mind girl / since the flood. / oh, oh, Ophelia, heaven help the fool who falls in love."

[akirakirxaa]

“how bad is it?”

Ask prompt list here. Ancient Trio ship. I know it says otp on the original list but I'm going with ot3 for this one.

The door to the flat the three shared banged open as a very upset Emet-Selch stormed in, fingers running through his silver hair in frustration. Hythlodaeus wasn't far behind, one arm looped around Azem's middle and the other holding her arm around his shoulders. Her robe was shredded in the front, fire red hair falling from its usual ponytail.

"How did this happen?" Emet-Selch demanded, arms folded, as Hythlodaeus sat on their sofa and pulled their dearest Azem into his lap, back to chest.

"Well, you know how it goes, alkonost escapes Eplis, I'm asked to find it," she attempted to be nonchalant about it, but her voice was strained with pain. "Turns out they pack a pretty strong kick."

"You don't say," he deadpanned, and she gave him a halfhearted smirk in response. "Azem, you have to be more careful."

"We're in our own home, Hades. You can drop the title." She tried to move as little as possible as she spoke, the fabric pulling at the wound on her chest that she still had yet to investigate. He snapped his fingers, removing her robe without her needing to pull it over the injury, leaving her in her breast band and leggings as he knelt before her to inspect the wound.

"How bad is it?" She hissed as his fingers lightly prodded at the edges and Hythlodaeus leaned around to peek over her shoulder at it. It was red and inflamed, with a large greenish purple bruise and several deep claw marks right over her ribcage.

"Nothing that can't be fixed," Hythlodaeus soothed, his lavender bangs tickling her cheek, though he exchanged a worried glance with Hades over her head. Another snap, and their first aid kit landed on the couch next to Hythlodaeus, who began rummaging through the potion vials and gauze.

"I think you have a cracked rib," Hades pressed down in another spot and Azem let out a broken cry. "Or three."

"Just patch me up already; Elidibus needs me to head to another village tomorrow-"

"You're going nowhere until this wound is healed."

"Is that an order, oh illustrious Emet-Selch?" She smirked at him, and he took her face in his hands, holding her gaze.

"I'm serious Persephone," his voice was lower as he leaned his forehead to hers. "I don't know what I'd do if you didn't come back." She gave him a soft smile, bringing her hand to his face.

"I'll always come back," she promised.

"Preferably in one piece," he clarified sternly. She giggled, only to hiss at the jostling of her ribs. She felt a nudge at her shoulder and saw Hythlodaeus offering her a vial she recognized as a potion to heal fractures, one of her own making. She had never been any good at healing, but she was a dab hand at alchemy. She took it gratefully and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the taste. It wouldn't help a full break, but it would speed the healing of any cracked bones, ribs included. Setting the empty vial aside, Hythlodaeus pulled her face back for a kiss, lips meeting softly and unhurriedly. She hummed in appreciation, only to jolt upright at a sharp stinging on her scratched skin.

"Sorry," he said apologetically, gently holding her wrists as Hades dabbed at the wounds with an antiseptic, another potion of her own invention. "I thought it might be better if you didn't anticipate it."

"I'm gonna need to go back on the drawing board on this one," she said through grit teeth, body twisting away instinctively. "This is awful!"

"Stop squirming," Hades pinned her in place with just his glare, and she pouted as she sat back against Hythlodaeus to let him finish his work. He picked up another potion, this one with a dropper inside, and dripped it over the wounds. The flesh knit itself back together until the only external sign of the wound left was the bruise, and that would just need to heal on its own.

"There, all better," Hythlodaeus rested his chin on her shoulder with a smile. "Well, mostly anyways. Now you just need some rest and relaxation."

"And a bath," Hades' nose wrinkled. "You smell like a bog."

"Well, it was hiding in a swamp."

"You'll be sleeping in a swamp if you don't go wash off."

"Hades, dear," Hythlodaeus interrupted their bickering with a chuckle. "Our Persephone's had a long day, why don't you go draw the bath for her? I'll bring her along in a moment."

"Why can't you do it?"

"I have Seph on my lap, obviously," he pulled her back just a little, careful not to press on her bruises. Hades rolled his eyes and turned away, grumbling to himself as he acquiesced.

"You know you're in for it once it's healed, right?" Hythlodaeus combed his fingers through her impossibly long hair, gently pulling free the tangles. Persephone smirked, a glint in her sunset colored eyes.

"I'm looking forward to it."

[allsystemsredx]

✧ main ✧ bio ✧ face ✧ muse ✧ wishlist ✧

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Red is a canon character from The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: California 'Verse. I do not acknowledge National Anthem as part of her canon, and as far as I'm concerned, that was blatant LGBTQ+ erasure. She's an android, and her physiology is indistinguishable from a human's until you get down to the wires and circuits. She can cry, bleed, and heal much like a human, but she can't process food. Her power source comes from a battery pack in her back (or an arc reactor in her chest, verse depending).

Red is also a prostitute (a pornodroid) in most of her verses. If you're not comfortable with this concept, this is not the muse for you, and there's no pressure to write with her. All details vary based on verse, and I’m happy to write her into AUs and fandom crossovers.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Red with other comics characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Blue BL/Ind verse: Killjoys, Cherri Cola, Korse, Love, Girl, Ultra Vs, Dr. Death Defying Family: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, or any of the Stark Tower fam Other: All Avengers or Marvel muses (canon and OC), more sci-fi crossovers (Terminator, Blade Runner, Total Recall, etc.)

default verses:

bl/ind: Red's world is a future dystopian Earth set after the Helium Wars and the apocalypse. What's left of humanity is ruled by the megacorporation, Better Living Industries (BL/Ind), which uses sound conditioning to brainwash its human citizens into complying and Exterminators/Draculoids to kill or recondition anyone who resists. Most of the Earth outside of Battery City is unfit for human habitation, except for The Zones, which include immense heat and harsh living conditions. Red has never been outside the power grid of Bat City. This can easily be adapted to most apocalyptic/dystopian fandoms.

616: Broken from trying to flee Battery City and with her power source almost depleted, Red finds herself in the past on Earth-616. In most versions, she's rescued and repaired by Tony Stark (who looks a lot like her god, Destroya, in his Iron Man suit). She finds a home in Stark Tower and, encouraged by Tony, eventually begins working for Stark Industries. However, the details can be adapted to accommodate other muses.

mcu: Red is a cutting edge android prototype of Hammer Industries, created to serve. When Justin Hammer is incarcerated, she could become the property of various muses or organizations, from Stark Industries to HYDRA.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

alien!verse: Science officer and an android with a fondness for humans aboard any of the ships. Her primary objective is protecting the crew.

twd!verse: Red is a cutting edge prototype of the major tech corporation, Better Living Industries. When the outbreak happens, she's trapped inside their building until survivors come to raid it for supplies. She's the ideal apocalypse companion, since she doesn't require food or sleep. Bites don't affect her, and the walkers largely ignore her because she doesn't smell like food.

west!world: Red is one of the Hosts inside Westworld working under Maeve Millay, unaware that she's an android until the revolt.

[sassyandclassy94]

Shipping Challenge

Okay... I was not tagged, but I couldn't resist so the heck with it, right? Anyway, let's get started!

(I tag anyone who wants to do this!)

1. First ship

Black Beauty & Ginger from Anna Sewell's 'Black Beauty'

These two are the first ever 'couple' I ever remember shipping. Even though they were horses I loved them and their dynamic so much; how she hated him the moment he arrived and how he loved her from the beginning; Ginger eventually having a change of heart as she watched Beauty almost die one night. I don't know, I just really liked them as a child and honestly still count them as an OTP

2. First OTP ship

Willie and Missie LaHaye from the Love Comes Softly Series

I LOVED them and they were probably my biggest OTP before SwanFire. I'm also pretty sure I had a composition book full of, what I didn't know was referred to as, 'fanfictions' about them. Preteen me really loved them and I remember thinking that I wanted to have a relationship like these two someday :)

3. Current favorite shippings

Emma Swan & Neal Cassidy (SwanFire) from Once Upon a Time

Ahh, the Lost Girl and the Lost Boy, the cause of the curse and the reason for the curse. Both sad, broken, and depressed kids who found a home in each other. If that's not poetic, I don't know what is. These two will forever be my number 1 OTP :)

Hiccup & Astrid

Need I say more or go on? I love how these two lean on each other - how she backs him up any time he needs it; always the first to listen and respect his crazy ideas. They're special and a close second to SwanFire :)

Prince Rhen & Harper from the book "A Curse So Dark and Lonely" by Brigid Kemmerer

I read this book back in April (May?) and I still haven't gotten over them. I love a decent Beauty and the Beast retelling.

4. A Ship from the first minute

Snow White and Prince Charming (Once Upon a Time)

Need I say more?

5. A ship I wish had been endgame

Emma & Neal once again

Yeah... I'm still bitter toward the writers for ripping them off. It's okay though - they're endgame in my mind :)

Also Darius and Amarinda from The Ascendance Series but alas! I couldn't find fan art of them. I would've liked them to end up together too but nope... she chose Tobias :'(

6. A ship I wish was canon

Steve McGarrett and Alicia Brown (Hawaii Five-0)

As much as I love McRollins, I wouldn't have been opposed to these two becoming a couple. He saved her life, for Pete's sake and then helped her find and rescue her daughter from a serial killer! How could a woman not fall in love with a man like that?? Oh well. (Also.. Anna? I wanna watch this one!!!)

7. A Ship in the Fandom mostly everyone hates but I love:

Captain Hook and Milah

They were made for each other, what can I say? I mean, he literally had her name on a heart tattooed on his forearm.

8. I don’t watch the show (or read the book) but ship it: (I'm going to watch it though)

Prince Arthur Tudor & Catherine of Aragon (The Spanish Princess)

I don't know if this counts cause of all the clips I've seen and the history and historical fiction books I've read but... *SIGH* What could've been... :(

Rhys & Feyre (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

I've seen enough fanart and bookstagrammers to know that I'm probably gonna like them...

9. A Ship I wish had a different Storyline:

Rhen and Harper once again

I'm still annoyed with the ending she gave them...

10. Favorite ship that is endgame:

Hiccup & Astrid once again

11. A ship where the characters have barely even met (or not at all) but I ship it :

Jack Frost and Elsa

So I watched Rise of the Guardians and I'll admit that I shipped this pairing right away and... I may have started reading fanfics as well. But honestly, I followed a few artists who would draw these two quite frequently and I kinda jumped on the shipping wagon then and there.

_____________________

There's my ship list! There are probably more that I can't think of the moment but oh well! You all get the idea! (I don't know if books counted but THEY COUNT TONIGHT!!!)

[mxanigel]

5 song OTP playlist

Thank you for the tag, @mxkelsifer!

I'm deep in Mass Effect brainrot, so I'll pick songs for Lynn Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, though it's important to know that their relationship is influenced to some extent by Lynn's previous one with Ashley Williams.

"Hurry Up and Save Me" by Tiffany Giardina

In the first game, Lynn is Commander Shepard, striking out as the first human Spectre to stop a rogue agent who's bent on bringing ruin to the galaxy. But then she "dies," she loses who she was and the people who supported her, she works for with Cerberus, and tackling the latest threat could be a one-way trip. She's trapped and losing control. Her internal label shifts from "Shepard" to "Lynn" as she tries to reconstruct her identity amidst the pieces of her former self. And she (perhaps unfairly) clings to Garrus as an anchor from which to rebuild.

I have to have control of myself My thoughts, my mind 'Cause the way it's going down In my life, I feel like a prisoner in a light

and

Show me your colors 'Cause without you, I'm blue (Without you, I'm blue) Hurry up and save me Hurry up and save me I just wanna feel alive And I do when I'm with you

"Love Me When I Don't" by Pentatonix

A big part of why Lynn's feelings grow from platonic to romantic is Garrus tirelessly supporting her. His patience as she reeled from the events of Overlord are just one example of him building her up when she needs it most. And this continues after they become a couple.

When all my sanity's gone The demons are strong I put you through hell You know me too well And you bring me home 'Cause you always know How to love me when I don't

When I'm too hard on myself I don't ask for help When I'm not okay I push you away But you pull me close 'Cause you always know How to love me when I don't

"More Than Friends" by Jason Mraz and Meghan Trainor

The events of ME2 break Lynn, repeatedly. Garrus doesn't fare much better. Their friendship and its connection to her previous life mean everything to her. But, oh so slowly, she realizes she wants it to be more than that. Thankfully, so does he.

At the risk of sounding foolish I don't wanna fool around no more If we're gonna do this then let's do this You can fix my broken heart if it's all yours

"Tattoo" by Jordin Sparks

It takes Lynn a long time to find the good in her lost relationship with Ash -- that she's a better person for having loved Ash, that what they had will always be a part of her. This acceptance and reconciliation is largely made possible by Lynn finding a second chance at love with Garrus.

I can't waste time, so give it a moment I realize nothing's broken No need to worry 'bout everything I've done Live every second like it was my last one I loved you once, needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo

"Dancing on My Own" by Robyn

The pronouns are off at times, but hearing this song from Ashley's perspective toward Lynn during Mass Effect 3 hurts. I occasionally regret inviting Ashley back onto the Normandy because it means she's in painfully close proximity to Lynn and Garrus when they're together.

So far away but still so near The lights come on, the music dies But you don't see me standing there I just came to say goodbye I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh And I'm giving it my all But I'm not the guy you're taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own

[madamewriterofwrongs]

Hey! I've never written a prompt before, so I don't really know what I should be suggesting, but could you do your otp having a really heartbreaking moment where they realize The Dealbreaker and they have to decide if it really is one? or if you're feeling something a bit more lighthearted, could you have one have to carry the other home (injured, drunk, or other reason) that's just kinda cute fluff?

So first I just want to say that I really appreciate this prompt. I did a call out back in November asking for writing prompts because a colleague had passed away and I needed a distraction. I got a few prompts form mutuals which is always lovely to see but I want to say thank you for reaching out even though we might not be blogs that interact all the time. You saw someone in need and you just offered to help in some small way. So yeah, I really appreciate it.

Also, of course, I feel I should apologize because you sent me this prompt in November and it is now the end of June but I'm just glad I found some time and inspiration to fill this prompt.

This is also a little angstier than I think I initially intended but I promise there is a hopeful ending because I don’t do sad endings.

Enjoy!

More Than Strong Enough to Take You With Me

9-1-1/Buddie 

Read on Ao3

Some distant memory of crowded bars with sticky floors and exchanging sob stories for loud songs struck Eddie with the realization that he never expected to be in a place like this ever again. He thought his days of coming to pick up his drunken friends at whatever dive they’d found themselves in had ended the night he left El Paso. In fact, he recalls making a vow that he wouldn’t surround himself with people who drank their sorrows and caused a scene. Like so many things in his life, Evan Buckley was the exception to the rule.

“Eddie!” He spotted the man near the end of the bar, tossing one hand in what might have been a wave at some point. “You made it.”

Even through his annoyance, he couldn’t help but smile fondly at his friend’s excitement. “Hey, Buck.”

The woman behind the bar, however – a broad shouldered woman with curly hair and the patience of a broken alarm clock – was less enthused by Eddie’s entrance.

“Hey! You were supposed to call an Uber, not invite your buddy for another round.”

The former medic raised his hand in an attempt to sooth the situation. “I am his Uber. Has he closed out?”

“Yeah.” The woman waved her rag at him dismissively. “Take your boyfriend and get out of here.”

Eddie kept his face neutral, hoping – praying – Buck hadn’t heard her comment, but the gods of bad ideas were pressing heavily on the other man’s shoulders.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He spat, even as he allowed Eddie to manhandle him to a standing position. Buck was steady enough on his feet that he could shuffle to the door but with his entire weight pressed against Eddie, it felt more like dragging a sack of potatoes across a tacky floor.

It was already just after midnight but if the journey from the door to the truck were any indication, tonight would be long. Every step had the consistency of wet sand, dragging Eddie’s companion further down and with it, his heart and patience. No matter his sympathy, no matter his fondness or loyalty for the man at his side: Buck was heavy. He was also moments away from passing out and the fact that he hadn’t said a word since they’d left the bar was more than a little concerning. He knew Buck had the capacity for long silence (for contemplation, depression, punishment, and so on) but there were a lot of things left unsaid between them. Eddie knew better than to bring them up while he was reaching over his friend to secure the seatbelt he was incapable of tightening himself. Buck should have been biting his ear off with all the things on his mind and yet, he remained silent.

He was quiet as the engine roared to life, as they drove through the streets of Los Angeles – the radio tuned to an audibly low country station and the streetlights illuminating the cabin like the mid-day sun. When they pulled up to an open spot across the street from Buck’s apartment complex, Eddie glanced over at his friend and barely withheld his sigh. Buck’s head was hung low, fairly floating above his chest as though he might fall into it at any moment. His eyes were half-open, slowly blinking. The rising of his chest was steady but faster than his medic-minded musings would like.

If he was being honest, he was surprised that Buck had called him. There was never any doubt that he would come to his friend’s aid – and Buck had to know that – and while he was relieved to know the trust between them was still intact, he found himself nonetheless surprised. After years of therapy and reassurances, he still needed to be reminded that sometimes, one argument (a hundred arguments) wouldn’t be enough to break a bond.

His first priority, however, was not to forgive or to ask for forgiveness. It was to make sure Buck was safe. However, that would involve exiting the vehicle and manhandling his friend into his apartment while enduring a silent treatment that could rival his son’s. It was worse now, as they stood in the elevator and Buck clung to the fabric at his back, when there was no more ambiance from the outside world to mask the thoughts in his head. Climbing up the stairs to the loft bedroom was no easier, hefting the man against his shoulder as they took each step together. Still: Buck said nothing.

Like the good friend he reassured himself he was, Eddie sat him on the edge of the bed, bracing his shoulders to carefully hold him upright before diving down to untie his shoes. Buck let himself be guided back onto the bed, shuffling when requested but moving no further. The frown that had been drawn on his face during the journey home had deepened into a scowl and Eddie struggled to hide his own developing grimace. His hands worked clinically to keep from shaking as he removed his friend’s pants but kept his socks on – because Buck likes to sleep with them on, his mind supplied information he hadn’t known he’d retained after all their years together. And still: Buck said nothing.

Eddie carefully pulled the duvet cover up to his waist, tucking the corners around his chest out of fatherly habit and resisted the urge to kiss his forehead for the same reason.

“Why am I not enough?” Buck’s voice was harsh and quiet from spending so long in silence but Eddie heard him nonetheless.

It was a question he sensed was coming and yet it cracked his heart as easily as though it were the first shot to begin the battle. Despite the wound, he knelt beside the bed to reach his friend’s eyelevel.

“Buck, you are more than enough, I promise.”

The firefighter slowly turned his head and the sorrow in his eyes shattered Eddie’s heart completely.

“Nothing I do is enough for anyone to stay – I’m not enough for anyone to stay.”

He clenched his fist to keep from reaching out and brushing a hand over his friend’s face. He looked so much like the scared and hopeful boy he’d heard about from Buck’s retelling of his childhood. The kid who just wanted someone to reassure him that he was loved and wanted now that his big sister was gone. He looked so young. But Buck wasn’t that kid anymore. He was grownup, now, and he was loved by so many and so much. Eddie knew all too well the demons that were making their false accusations in his friend’s head.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Buck. Because it’s not true.”

The firefighter shook his head, hair falling across his eyes as he burrowed deeper into his pillow. “Maddie left, and Abby left, and Ali, and Taylor, and now…” his voice fell away with a crack but Eddie knew who he meant. It was the reason he was in this position in the first place – for the most part, at least. Maybe Buck would remember his sadness in the daylight and maybe he would purge it with the morning tide, but right now, all Eddie knew was that his friend was hurting.

“Maddie came back, remember? She didn’t mean to leave and she came back. Your girlfriends, they left, but that’s a reflection on them not you.” Leaning against his elbows on the edge of the bed was as close as Eddie would let himself come. Any closer, and he might give in to the temptation that would only make their situation worse. “They don’t know what they’re missing.”

“I wasn’t enough for you.”

Knowing the words were coming and feeling each syllable pierce his well-crafted armor, were two very different sensations. In one, he could pretend that logic and reason were constant companions and that his answer could soothe their hearts. In this, his fingernails dug into the bedsheet, willing himself to remain stoic in the face of heartbreak.

“Of course, you’re enough for me.”

“Then why did you push me away when I tried to kiss you?”

It was a question his heart had been asking him for months. It punished his lack of answer by replaying that night over and over again. Sitting on the couch, drinking water because tomorrow would be a long day and neither could afford a hangover. At times, they sat in silence, at times Eddie spoke of nothing and everything in an effort to keep them both distracted. At times, he simply listened as Buck spoke of things that tore him apart. And then he’d leaned forward. And then Eddie had placed a gentle hand on his chest. And then Buck had gone to bed.

“Buck, your dad had just died, we were getting ready for his funeral.” The look of embarrassment and hurt on his partner’s face had been etched into his ribcage, the wounding stinging with every heartbeat. Despite his own heart’s protests, Eddie didn’t regret his actions, merely regretted the outcome. Days of uncomfortable silence, wayward eyes, and half-smiles were endurable so long as Buck knew the truth – which, apparently, he didn’t.

“When we do this, it won’t be because one of us is emotionally vulnerable, or hurting, or drunk. It will be because we’re on the same page about what we want and we’re both ready.”

For a moment, there was more silence as Buck processed Eddie’s words for what they were. It was a privilege to look into this man’s eyes and see the flicker of hope reignite in the midst of so much darkness.

“When?”

Eddie exhaled with a small smile, glad for the knowledge that Buck, through his drunk and exhausted mind, had truly heard him. In a moment of weakness, he surrendered to the urge to swipe his finger through a wayward strand of blond hair.

“Yeah, when.”

As though he’d spoken some magic spell over the man, Eddie watched Buck’s eyes as they fluttered and closed. His breath slowly steadied and evened out, and his heart seemed to settle. Still, Eddie stayed leaning against the edge of the bed, a fond smile growing on his face. He’d meant what he said – whether Buck remembered or acknowledged any of this in the morning remained to be seen, but he meant it nonetheless. What he felt for Buck, what he wanted for a relationship with him, scared the crap out of him and yet, the anticipation that bubbled in his chest was one of excitement rather than terror.

When.

It could be that Buck would wake up tomorrow and decide they were both ready to move forward together (though that was highly unlikely given the amount of alcohol he’d consumed). It could be they would never be on the same page and would continue to dance around one another for another twenty years as partners (he also doubted he would have to wait that long). He would wait, though. If Buck was it for him, then he’d wait fifty years. The smile on the other man’s face as he drifted off told him he felt the same.

However, some time in the next fifty years, Buck would awaken with a massive hangover and more than a little embarrassment about his actions. His partner’s comfort and safety was, as always, at the forefront of his thoughts. So, he quietly jogged downstairs and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, and searched the upstairs bathroom for the bottle of ibuprofen he knew was always stashed in the cupboard, and laid both on the bedside table.

For just a moment, Eddie indulged in watching Buck sleep, content to listen to the sounds of the world dampened by the noise of his friend’s snores. He remembered a time when Christopher had complained about Buck’s snoring from the couch and Buck had insisted that he hadn’t been that bad. He couldn’t wait to inform them of his own opinion and crown a victor in the eternal debate.

“Eddie?” He should have expected that the peace of the moment would be enough to pull Buck from his slumber. One thing he’d learned from a very early time in their friendship: Buck could find Eddie in a crowded room. How could he not sense him when he was so close?

“Yeah, Buck?”  

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

As the man finally settled into slumber, Eddie smiled fondly and whispered: “Always.”

[zeleniafic]

All of the salt ?s for HP?

ALL THE SALT?! Omg. You've answered my wildest dreams, I love being salty on main tysm~

1 - What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

As far as canon ships go? Romione, honestly. I don't hate it I just don't see the appeal, personally. I don't think they're actually the best fit for each other, romantically speaking, but I won't like... refuse to read a fic over that or something. I just keep putting them both in other pairings when I write HP fics LOL

2 - Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Marauder x marauder ships. I'm at a point now where I'll read wolfstar if the premise of the fic outside the ship is REALLY appealing to me but I genuinely have always hated Marauder x Marauder ships of any combo, since the very beginning. I just really value relationships with a deep level of love that isn't romantic, and I think adding romance between any of them cheapens it, IMO. The number of times I've been called homophobic for this opinion is absolutely staggering considering that I aM GAY askdfjgnkfl

3 - Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Honestly probably, I've been on here since I was like 13 and I used to be way more impulsive LMFAO, but I can't remember anything specific for HP tbfh. Marvel is usually what makes me go “nope I can’t do this” and unfollow someone asjkdfgn

4 - Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

P much covered this already I think buuut since we're all OC people here I WILL get messy and say that I dry heave every time I run across an OC fic on the archive that's, like, a currently enrolled Hogwarts student....... and their professor??? Why is that such a fad. When will it die. PLEASE let it die.

5 - Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Not for HP I don't think.

6 - 13

Answered here!

14 - Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

It's not as cringey as ppl make it out to be now??? Like, not in the JKR sense — there's some deeply rooted ethical issues in the way some of her political thinking seeped into the fine print of the world she made, but like the story itself... idk I just see a lot of "ugh just grow up" attitudes about it now and it's silly to me. For all its flaws, HP explored a lot of deep themes and introduced that to a lot of kids. I was one of those kids from a very broken home who got to see themselves in Harry and grow up with him and, WOW THIS GOT TOO DEEP ANYWAY what I'm saying is it's not just a silly kid's story and it's not as simple as "find another book to read" like so many people say now. The world is so vast and Hogwarts really did become HOME at such a young age for a lot of people, and walking away from the emotional investment in that is a lot less simple than ppl want to act.

15 - Unpopular opinion about the manga/show movies?

The movies got a few (minor) things better than the books. Idk why the wardrobe always comes to mind first but sometimes I'm writing fic and I realize that the "students wearing muggle clothing outside of class/formal events" originated with the movies and not the books and I just cannot lmfao I refuse to accept the robes 24/7 give these children some COMFORT and INDIVIDUALITY can u tell i was not sent to a school with a uniform?? i think u can tell

16 - If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

The names of Harry's children. If I could change ONE THING and ONE THING ONLY, that would be it. Do not even get me started holy shit

17 - Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Percy dies instead of Fred, and the "urban myth" (I guess???) that Hermione was originally supposed to be endgame with Fred happens. But Zel how does that make more sense than Romione to you, she also argued with Fred a lot— LISTEN they have more in common in terms of how they approach their goals and challenges in life, they have a certain shared ambitious quality (though reaching for dif end goals, obviously) that Ron doesn’t share (and that’s not an insult to him!!! I just think what he wants in life and how he wants to get there is v different!! don’t come at me ajsdfl), and the back and forth was FUNNY, the GoF movie scene banter with Hermione right before they put their names in for the tournament has lived RENT FREE in my head since I was in middle school okay it's too late I am too far gone—

18 — Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

Lmfao no??? That's such a silly concept, ship what you like, ignore what you don't, that is the secret to happy fandom life~~ **Snily shippers excluded from this sentiment, pls seek therapy~

19 — What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Like I said I don't interact much with fandom outside the writing sphere so with THAT in mind... I feel like HP fic (and Game of Thrones, tbfh) draws a lot of wildly pretentious feedback??? More than other fandoms I've written for??? I get the strangest reviews sometimes, people write like they're one of my college professors grading my work and have a bunch of back-handed compliments and it's SO ODD. I almost prefer the straight up hate reviews I get in other fandoms lol.

20 — What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Luna and Neville. Forever canon in my heart they are simply TOO PRECIOUS together.

21 — What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Uh. I have none, essentially? Not my cup of tea to pursue a lot but the memes make me laugh. Drapple is unmatched

22 — Popular character you hate?

Rhymes with grape.

23 — Unpopular character you love?

P much covered already.

24 — Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

The only people I know who haven't read HP are old church friends who weren't allowed as kids bc it has magic in it and was therefore “satanic”. (See also: Chronicles of Narnia. Despite Aslan literally being furry jesus.) It's been over a decade since then so I hope they've read it since then, among hopefully some other lifestyle changes... 💀

25 — How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

In my ideal HP ending, Harry winds up working as a professor after helping round up all the MIA Death Eaters and playing a season or two of pro quidditch whilst getting some intense therapy. Fuck that ministry noise. Harry James Potter is composed 99% of Problems With Authority, you cannot tell me that boy turned into a magical cop. Who’s gonna stop the guy who saved the world from chasing baddies independently????? NO ONE

26 — Most shippable character?

Sirius. Is he the most emotionally available? Now that's a different question

27 — Least shippable character?

Rhymes with ape.