#shattered glass Silas

[sigh-artist]

Trigger warning for slight gore (?), blood, scratches, featuring shattered glass Silas

[transingthoseformers]

TFP Shattered Glass, but June and Fowler are swapped.

I've never seen anybody do that, usually the humans stay the same as baseline except Silas and Fowler are sometimes swapped.

Or maybe up it a notch and swap all three of them? June as a government agent, Fowler as M.E.C.H's leader, and Silas as a nurse? Or nurse Fowler, agent Silas, and M.E.C.H leader June?

You know, that would be fascinating because i admit i have a tendency to forget the humans whwn i mess with shatteree glass, but swapping all three of their roles up would be so fascinating as all fucking hell

I'd be so here for MECH Leader!June actually she'd be so fucking cool

[inhumanetrash]

Does shattered glass change personalities too? Cause if so,here are my headcanons for SG! Tfp (adult) humans

Fowler- kinda shy,doesn't talk a lot and is probably very like,, stoic and stern (?). He's more internally emotional than normal fowler, probably overthinks things a lot and generally experiences emotions more . He has issues with standing up for what he believes is right and for himself in general

June - she doesn't care about anyone,really. Also selfish compared to her normal self. And less silly if you get me . She's either the distant mother or doesn't exist in Jack's life . Girlboss,gaslight,gatekeep. She isn't kind and she isn't sweet,she's probably more on the cruel side.

Silas- for one,he probably has self confidence issues. And is probably more normal!fowler-like, being a talkative guy with dad humour . He's probably. just a guy yk. He cares about others deeply and probably does anything to help them.

I feel like generally the SG versions of June and Fowler are them but without the silliness and the traits that make them warm emotionally (I'm having a hard time conveying what i mean ok)

Idk if this makes sense my brain is rotting

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

The next set of sketches for the characters of my fanfic!

Here we have our lovely squad of antagonists, which includes a couple familiar names and some unfamiliar ones...who ever could these people be? *hint hint nudge nudge* (I'll probably come back and edit the tags on this post if I remember once they're officially revealed :D)

side note but tara just looks so fluffy i wanna pet him

[whatudottu]

The interesting thing about Shattered Glass using TFP as the base is figuring out idk the resource management? Probably the wrong word for it but essentially, what happens with the humans and sometimes asking about Vehicons, if Autobots have their own or if the Decepticons are lacking.

Let's discuss-

What seems to be the main consensus here is that Fowler and Silas are each other's opposite, but it entirely depends on whoever's making the Shattered Glass AU on what that means for the mecha. I've seen Agent Bishop and M.E.C.H leader Fowler, I've seen Decepticons working with a benevolent M.E.C.H, I've seen the bots not have any human interaction at all.

Well I think, if you're gonna Shatter the human para/military involvement, you Shatter the way they're implemented.

If baseverse Autobots have government backing and security, even if just a small division of the military that keeps the cybertronian war secret from the rest of the country, the SG Decepticons could have the paramilitary ex-soldiers of M.E.C.H in their corner. Given that a large majority of Decepticon altmodes are war machines, they would benefit from the protection of a human military in order to not be hassled for being caught flying undocumented in someone's airspace, but given the rampant paranoia of any military let alone one as jumpy as the American military, the next best thing would be to fly under (or over) the radar with a group of ex-military engineers and technicians and soldiers and avoid at least a little suspicion.

Silas wouldn't so much be a liaison in this instance, given that he would hardly stand to represent humans or at least a human government, but hold a little more common ground with the Decepticons than Fowler started with with the baseverse Autobots. Perhaps a little fragile, it's not as if there is much opportunity to prove himself and M.E.C.H in the scale of the cybertronian war before the events of the series unfolds, but if he is to be the Shattered Glass equivalent for Fowler he doesn't need star spangled underwear to do it.

The military on the other hand are not and will not become anyone's ally - not for longer that C.Y.L.A.S did (at least in so far as if it DID go for long, everyone else besides [insert x leader who allowed walking corpse onto the team] would be incredibly uncomfortable and upset) - and will truly be that Shattered equivalent for M.E.C.H, a force that discovers transforming robots and is motivated to steal replicate that technology. It can still work as a small unit rather than an entire military system, just so that the threat level stays relatively the same and the Decepticons aren't being blasted at while the Autobots roll around in their civilian vehicles, they just certainly have more budget to blow than baseverse M.E.C.H ever could; seeing as how despite that they were still able to make C.Y.L.A.S, just imagine the level of ego this SG military would have in cracking the code.

Fowler, not being directly connected to anybot good or bad, would probably be tied up in a LOT of redtape to 1) keep any and all information of (hypothesised) military grade 'robots in disguise' outside of the public eye or the public thought and 2) keep any and all dialogue of said (thought to be constructed) military grade 'robots in disguise' within the special unit he leads/serves and prevent any and all personnel from discussing shit with other servicemen. Might be a R&D based Area 51 inspired type military unit where information is only shared by and to authorised personnel and must not spread to open government channels in order to prevent pandemonium.

Whether a C.Y.L.A.S moment takes place at all depends.

[bunnylovesani]

An Arrangement

Summary: You’re a princess taken from your home planet and forced to marry Darth Vader. Turns out life on the Death Star isn’t as bad as everyone makes out. Based on the prompt shared with @luminoustarlight !

Content warnings: p in v sex, degradation, sub dynamics, begging, some violence, slow burn smut

WC: 9.3k

You stare out the grand palatial window in the coronation room, passively observing the flames swallowing the city of your home planet Onderon. Unintelligible screams flood the background, soon mercilessly silenced by the thuds and cracks of brusquely operated laser guns. 

So this is how you were to meet your end: powerless at the mercy of the imperial army. You’d been trained for such a scenario before and you always carried a vial of poison in the event of capture; you’d rather die than be made to serve the Empire’s twisted interests.

“Princess, you need to take cover, follow my men into the vault below!” Your faithful attendant, Silas called out in panic.

“No, Silas. I will not cower in the basement waiting for them to breach our walls. I will remain here and eagerly await them.” 

“But Your Grace-!”

“Enough.” You bark back. “It’s over. You have been discharged from duty, run while you still can. Thank you for all your years of service, I pray that our paths might cross again in another life.” You turn from him, tears flowing down your stiffeningly cold cheeks.

“May the Maker keep and protect you, Princess. You are our only hope.” He replies solemnly, before fleeing through the stony back passage of the palace.

You chuckle mirthlessly at the futility of his words and reach into your bosom where the corset of your gown has a sewn-in compartment. You extract the compact glass ampule of viper venom, so toxic that one drop is enough to send you into an eternal sleep, and fiddle with the intricate bottle for a few moments. With a heavy sigh, you tuck it under your sleeve; you decided you wanted to gaze into the eyes of your captors before you bid farewell to life. 

With a resounding crash, the barricaded gate before you falls and the imperial army- donning armour plastered in dust and foreign blood- swarm into the great hall of the palace. You force the knot in your throat down with a gulp and turn on your heel to face the brutes responsible for the massacre of your people. 

“Ah Princess, excellent. We thought you’d be grovelling underground with your father but you’ve just made our job a whole lot easier.” A masked figure that you presume is the Commander of the battalion addresses you. “Grab her. But keep her alive, she’s got a special purpose to fulfil.” 

Hearing the ominous plans they have in store for you, you rush to reach for the poison in your sleeve but are hindered by the stampede of soldiers hurtling at you, slapping the vial out of your hand and shattering it all over the nitid marble floor. 

‘Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it.” The unnaturally deep voice of the commander booms. “You’ve been specially requested at the behest of the Emperor.” Dread consumes you as you’re roughly cuffed and dragged out of the safety of your childhood home. The soldiers marching comes to a sudden halt and you’re made to turn around and stare at the palace, a deadly silence hanging in the air. 

“Burn it.” 

Triggered by the commander’s words, a roaring blaze fulminates, the building being crushed in an instant by the force of the explosion. All you can see is the reflection of smouldering flickers through the thick veil of tears filling your eyes. 

The commander smugly trudges over to you, sharply inhaling. “Ah, there’s nothing better than the smell of a coward’s smouldering corpse.” He hisses, words dripping with venom. “Wouldn’t you agree?” 

Your heart burned at the injustice, at the innocent civilians decimated- but you couldn’t fool yourself into pretending that scorn extended to your dearly departed father. 

Refusing to reply to his provocation with anything other than an expectorated glob of spit aimed at his helmet, he takes the barrel of his gun and pummels it with brute force against your temple. You’re instantly rendered unconscious and your limp body is packed into the nearest starfighter, chained up and ready to make the journey from Onderon to the Death Star.  

The first thing you do as you’re rudely awoken is cradle your aching head- a wave of nausea overtaking you and the electric pain behind your eyes knocking the air out of your lungs. 

“Rise ’n shine, Onderon whore.” One of the soldiers grabbing you by the elbow spat and you stumbled to your feet like a newborn foal. After being dragged through a fortified steel tunnel, you were harshly thrown to the floor in a cold control room before two cloaked men, one of whom wore black combat boots- no doubt robust and heavy enough to crack open a skull. The light in the battle station glowed painfully bright and you lifted your head as best you could to observe the squabbling figures through squinted eyes.

“Here she is, my young Lord. I think she’ll do nicely, yes?” The ominously raspy voice croaked and you knew at once it was none other than Emperor Sheev Palpatine.

“She’s shivering.” The monotonous voice of the other cloaked figure stated callously and only then did you notice how your body was trembling- whether it was from the cold or the fear, you weren’t sure. 

“You’ll have plenty of opportunity to warm her up on your wedding night.” He cackles wickedly but is met with silence from the man opposite him. The last thing you remember before it all went black was the light reflecting off of the quiet man’s helmet, and wondering what might be lurking underneath. 

“Tskk poor thing, look at this cut on your head.” You flutter your eyes open to see a woman in a billowed white cloak tutting and fussing over you. “Good morning, princess.”

“Who are you?” You scowl, trying to get up and immediately being knocked back down by the overwhelming pain.

“Whoa, easy now! Nice ’n slow.” The woman puts her arm around your waist and helps you to sit up. “I’m Sabe, a royal handmaiden. Your handmaiden, to be exact.”

“Where am I?” You croak, uncertain you wanted to know.

“You’re on the Death Star, ma’am.” 

Bile rises in your throat at the realisation that none of it was a dream- your recollection of the last 24 hours starts flooding in and your chest seizes in panic. The fire, the cloaked men, the people in the vault. 

“You’re all right, just breathe. No harm is going to come to you. He’s made sure of that.” Sabe spouts and your head snaps at her.

“He?”

“Oh yes, Lord Vader gave orders for your protection. Under penalty of death. If you ask me, he just needs a woman’s touch to soften him up and he’d finally succeed in shaking that leech of an emperor off. Suppose that’s where you come in!”

“Me?” You screech, wondering when you’d say something not in the form of a question.  

“Oh, you poor thing, you don’t know…the Emperor is arranging a wedding between his young protegee and a princess from a seized planet. The princess being you, if that’s not clear.” She continued chattering incessantly. 

“Yes, I got that.” You snap. “And when is this supposed union meant to be taking place?”

“Tonight.” 

You choose to remain quiet, rather than parroting back her last word in the form of yet another question. 

After your handmaiden assists in bathing and dressing you in clean robes, you still can’t seem to escape the dull throbbing of the headache that permeates every cell of your body, leaving you in persistent agony. You beg Sabe to find something to help, knowing that you yourself weren’t allowed to leave the confines of the east wing. Stepping out onto the enclosed observatory space by your chambers, you stare out into the stars surrounding the vessel. You wished you could break beyond the thick glass enclave and just glide away, joining the stars and freeing yourself from the pain. 

“Who hurt you?” A raspy voice questions and you turn around to the sight of Lord Vader, enveloped in his armour and mask. 

“Uh, whoever the commander of the battalion was.” You reply, startled.

“He will be dealt with. Now come here.” He reaches his gloved hand out, signalling for you to grab it. With a great deal of uncertainty, you approached him, timidly giving him your hand. He takes it into his palm and holds it firmly to his chest. As if some force had siphoned the contusions and swelling out of you, you felt your agony slowly subside- until there was nothing at all in its wake. 

“H-how did you do that?” You took a step back from him, holding your fingers up to your temple in disbelief. You’d heard of force healing before but assumed it was either a myth or a nearly lost practice only wielded by the most masterly of Jedi.

“Go back to your chambers and rest. You have a long ordeal ahead of you.” He leaves your question unanswered and marches out of the observatory as quickly as he entered it. 

You’re compelled to follow his commands so you retreat to your chambers, forcing yourself to drink the healing tea Sabe concocted after having decided it was easier than explaining the bizarre experience you’d had. That was the dark Sith Lord that struck terror into the hearts of everyone who faced him? Ruthless, soulless, devoid of all human compassion- and channelling force healing to ease your headache? You spent all afternoon writhing in confusion, all the way up until a neatly packaged box was left on the doorstep of your assigned room. Upon closer inspection, the box contained an intricate white lace dress, paired with a beaded, scallop hemmed headpiece. A wedding outfit.

Standing at the forefront of the cold metallic arena, you twiddled with the sleeves on your dress- the material itching terribly and making your skin crawl. In a way, you were glad to have something occupy your mind beyond the impending prospect of marrying a Sith brute. You wondered why he wore that clunky helmet- is he so hideously deformed he has to hide behind it lest people faint at the sight? 

A frightened-looking man you can only assume is the officiator of this sham of a wedding is escorted through the heavily guarded gates and takes his place before you, not daring to make eye contact. Your body fills with dread at the familiar sound of heavy boots dragging along the steel plates of the floor. He doesn’t spare you a passing glance for even a moment, despite your stubborn resolution to face him for the entirety of the ceremony- you wanted to look deep into the supposedly merciless eyes of your new husband. There aren’t any vows, there’s no exchange of rings, no kiss to celebrate the union- just some legal jargon and a couple of witnesses. Although you can’t see him, you can feel Palpatine’s snake eyes burning into you, no doubt observing from another room to ensure his mysterious plan came to fruition. 

“Follow me.” A stormtrooper orders you and begins to head back in the direction of your chambers. Confused, you allow him to escort you out of the hall as you see a cloaked figure approach Lord Vader out of the corner of your eye. You just about hear the Emperor’s gravelly voice hiss out the word “consummate” before the doors shut behind you and you’re carried away to the bedroom. For some reason, the thought of sex hadn’t crossed your mind- you assumed villains like him had interests that surpassed such blunt mortal affairs - but now standing in front of your 4-poster bed, waiting for the sound of his heavy footsteps again, reality sunk in. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat and lay on the bed, removing the first layer of your dress and remaining in a white negligee. “Just lie back and think of Onderon.” You thought.

Your whole body tensed as you observed him enter your joint chambers, completely walking past you and going to the connecting bathroom, door left ajar. 

“I’m ready, Lord Vader.” You stiffly announce, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible. 

Hearing your words, he peers out of the doorway and although you can’t see his face, his body language seems perplexed. 

“What are you doing?” He remarks accusingly. 

“I-I’m…waiting for you to consummate our marriage. Like Palpatine wishes.” He scoffs at your comment- laughs even- and goes back into the bathroom. 

“I will do nothing of the sort.” You hear him say.

Sitting up on the bed and dragging the covers over your exposed body, you’re bewildered. 

“Oh, c-can Sith Lords not…?” You stutter, searching for an explanation.

“I assure you I’m perfectly capable.” He snaps back. “I just have no desire for the task.” 

Although relief floods your body, you feel slightly offended at the presumption that lovemaking with you should be a task. 

Just then, you hear a steamy hissing sound, followed by a loud thud. The figure emerges, back facing you without his layers of armour- donning a simple black shirt and black trousers. He wanders over to the window at the far end of the room, staring out into space. 

“I’m sorry about your father.” He grunts after a while and you finally hear his voice- free from robotic static, with no menacing growl - just him, and it sounds beautiful.

“Don’t be.” You say sincerely, fixated on the back of his head. You notice he has dark blonde curls, gathering in tufts at the nape of his neck. “Come on, turn around.” You think, bracing yourself for what you might find. 

“Alright, if you insist.” He remarks and you scowl in confusion- you didn’t say that out loud, did you? 

He pivots round to face you and you feel as though someone has knocked the air from your lungs: he glares at you with mesmerising cobalt-blue eyes, embellished by abundantly thick lashes and even thicker eyebrows sitting atop his handsomely chiselled face. His cheekbones stand at attention, enhanced by his sculpted jawline, which works in perfect harmony with the rest of his body- even his collarbones are perfect. He’s full of sprightly vigour, he’s young even. You are floored and contemplate how anyone could hide such a face away in that clunky helmet.

“Not what you were expecting, huh?” He speaks, sensing the utter shock his appearance has inflicted on you. 

“You…you’re-” You stutter.

“Not hideously deformed?”

“-beautiful.” 

He raises his bushy eyebrows disapprovingly and you scold yourself for being so forthright. He may be devilishly handsome, but that doesn’t mean you can swoon over him. He’s a monster, remember? Sure, he has the most seductive pair of lips you’d ever seen on a man - all plump and the perfect shade of pink- and sure, he’s sparked a desire within you that you don’t think you’d ever felt before but…where were you going with this? 

“I’m going to sleep in the adjoining room, you can take my chambers.” You’re snapped out of your dreamy haze by his velvety voice as he begins to walk away.

“Wait! Y-you don’t have to, I’m sure the bed is uncomfortable over there.” 

“No, it’s perfectly fine.” He continues marching away. 

“Wait! The bed here is more than big enough for the both of us, we wouldn’t even touch.” You stumble over your words, melting under the scrutiny of his gaze. 

“Do you want me to sleep with you, Princess?” His movement comes to a halt and you’re rendered speechless. “Because that really would be something. Captured and brutalised after all that you hold dear is set alight, forced to marry a servant of evil- and then you request his company in your bed? That would be deranged. You’re not deranged now, are you Princess?”  

Your mouth goes dry at the snarky way in which he’s talking to you- you admit it sounds mad out loud but the situation is more complicated than he thinks. 

“N-no.” You mutter, barely above a whisper. 

“Good, I wouldn’t want to find out I’ve married damaged goods.” He remarks impertinently. “I’m retiring for the evening- and I am not to be disturbed.” With that, he slams the door between you shut and you slide down your headboard, consumed by embarrassment, shame, desire. His dastardly good looks have really thrown a spanner into the works. 

You barely managed to get any sleep that night, much like every night the week following the wedding. Your dreams were plagued by visions- of your father, of your captors, of your husband. Before your seizure, you already knew your future would hold a forced marriage; although an even less desirable one. Your father had plans to marry you off to your cousin, a brainless specimen by the name of Fester who was too dim-witted to even realise he was being used as a pawn in the family’s bloodline feud.

Despite your many attempts to plead and beg your way out of this union, your father dismissed you entirely- even going so far as to sanction you to the confines of your stuffy quarters, striking you remorselessly when you defied his orders. 

You’d spent a lifetime dreamily peering out of your windows, waiting to be liberated by a saviour that never came- at least not in the way you thought. 

Lord Vader was never present, aside from a very brief juncture in the evenings, when he would pass through your chambers on the way to his bedroom. You tried to make conversation but he either stared at you with dead, unamused eyes or flat-out ignored you. Asking him what he did during his working hours was not one of the things you tried to speak about- much preferring to stay in ignorant bliss- and he was more than happy to not be at the receiving end of your questions for once. 

Growing increasingly tired of questioning your purpose on this wretched behemoth of a ship, you took the liberty of posting yourself outside his bedroom that night, waiting to block his exit until he at least acknowledged your existence. You’re ashamed to admit that you selected your nightwear especially for him- tonight choosing to wear the thinnest of slip dresses in the pathetic hopes that he might be drawn in by your pert chest. 

As is routine, you hear the doors to your chambers swing open and are greeted with the welcome sight of the young Lord, who strides over to you intimidatingly. Removing his helmet and towering before you, you gulp at not just the height difference- but the sheer broadness of his shoulders compared to your slender ones. 

“Move.” He states, glaring at you unaffectedly. 

“No. I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.” You stubbornly huff and you think you spot a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“You don’t give the orders around here, Princess.” He asserts as he lifts you up by the waist with ease and drops you out of his way like you were a meagre traffic obstruction. You’re filled with disbelief as he enters his room, shutting the door in your face. “At least he didn’t slam it tonight.” You ponder.

Slouching down the door defeatedly, you pout as you hear him undress, desperately in need of an explanation. 

“Please.” You plead pitiably, not expecting him to hear you. 

You almost fall to the floor as your backrest swings open, and you lift your head to see him, sighing above you. 

“What is it?”

“I-I just wanna know some things.” You mutter, cradling your knees on the floor. 

“Then talk.” He taps his foot impatiently. 

“Well uh- for starters, why am I here?” You rise from the floor to face him. “Why did Palpatine want you to marry me?”

“He wants me to sire a son- to ensure his plans can be carried out should I be otherwise indisposed.” He looks away coldly. 

“I don’t understa-“

“Palpatine will live into his 200s. I am only human. If I am killed, he wants another apprentice to bend to his will, one just as strong with the force.” 

“So why haven’t you attempted to do any siring yet?” He looks at you with a look of intense shock, disgust even. Of all the things he’s said, you take issue with his lack of action in the bedroom. 

“I refuse to participate in this charade. He’ll see that you’re barren after a while- and we’ll dispose of you accordingly.” 

“But I’m not barren.” You interject, dismissing the latter part of his sentence. 

“It would be in your best interests to pretend you are.” You’re beguiled by his smooth voice and find yourself yearning to hear it all night. “I’ve brought someone to keep you company, hopefully with them in attendance you’ll be less inclined to seek my attention.” 

“Another handmaiden? Ah, spare me- the current one is more than irritating enough on her own.” You shudder at the thought of 2 Sabes, prattling in your ear all day. 

“No, I’ve ordered for the capture of your former attendant. I believe you were quite fond of him- Silas, is it?” 

Your heart seizes, he’s alive? More importantly, he’s being brought to you? You stare at the scowling face of your husband, who looks afraid you might try to do something overly affectionate. 

“A purely self-indulgent measure. To prevent any future ambushes like the one tonight.” He backtracks, attempting to impose some distance but you disregard it entirely. “If that’s not enough to keep you occupied, you can also have access to my private library - Silas will be waiting for you there tomorrow.” 

“Thank you, my Lord,” You whisper, throwing caution to the wind and wrapping your arms against his waist, face snugly pressed into his firm chest. You feel him tense up at the intrusion, but he relaxes ever so slightly with an exhale, hovering his arms above your own- careful not to let them touch lest he give you the impression he’s embracing you back. 

“Call me Anakin.” He mumbles softly. 

You wake up the next day, your chest feeling lighter than it has in years. Bounding out of bed, you instil deep confusion in Sabe, who enters your room with fresh clothes. 

“Having a good morning?” She asks.

“I think actually, yes. Yes, I am.” You reply resolutely, allowing her to dress you without your usual complaints as she tightens your corset. 

“Might this have anything to do with Lord Vader?” She raises an eyebrow, consumed with curiosity. 

“Perhaps. Or perhaps I see that my new life might not be so bad after all. I believe I have someone waiting for me, you’re dismissed for now, Sabe.” You waltz out of your chambers to the library that Anakin mentioned you were granted entrance to. 

You enter the room and stare in wonder at the rows upon rows of polished shelves, furnished with all kinds of large, leather-bound books. Among the volumes of publications is a tall, spindly man- standing with his back turned. 

“Silas!” You cry out and dart towards him, colliding against him in a tight embrace. 

“Princess! Let me look at you, are you hurt?” He grabs your face, inspecting it for any cuts or bruises. 

“No, no I’m perfectly fine!” You smile. 

“How could you possibly be fine? I heard about the wedding- it’s a scandal, it’s a disgrace! The intergalactic senate will hear about this- I promise I will get you out!“

“Silas, it’s okay, I’m being treated well here.” Your reply sends him into a stunned silence. 

“You’ve been married to a Sith Lord. A princess of the purest blood made to intermingle with the lap dog of the Emperor. I don’t even want to think about what you’ve been forced to do here to survive.” He shudders.

“I haven’t been made to do anything. And Anakin really isn’t that bad once you get to know him a little.”

“Anakin?” Silas almost breaks out in hives at what he’s hearing. 

“Yeah, that’s his real name. And oh, Silas, he’s so handsome!” You clamber on, reading the titles off a nearby bookshelf and digging for something that might take your fancy.

“I don’t believe this. One week under captivity and you’ve been brainwashed already.” He takes his head into his hands.

“I haven’t been brainwashed.” You chuckle. “Anakin is the one who brought you here. Just for me. And he lets me have the nicest quarters on the ship- and I’m allowed private access to the whole library!” You gush.

“So he’s built you a very pleasant cage. Fantastic. Just because your prison has a nice interior doesn’t make it your home.”

“Well, it’s no less of a prison than Onderon was. At least in this one, my marriage isn’t incestuous.” Silas’s eyes widen beyond measure at the boldness of your statement and he takes a seat before he collapses. 

“He used the force to heal me when I was in pain.” 

“And what caused you to be hurt in the first place?” He snaps back accusingly.

“Silas, listen to me.” You kneel beside him, taking his hand into your own. “I’ve spent too many years worrying about the fate of my future, cursing the Maker for how little control I had over my own destiny. No more. I can only take life as it comes in small waves- I have relinquished control. This is my new home now.”

With a heavy sigh, Silas nods- looking away as if unable to process your revelation. 

“Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.” You say, mischievous twinkle in your eye.

The remainder of the day is spent flicking through various books, amassing a pile of them in your bedroom so high that you could barely see Sabe’s head poking through when she entered.

“Um, m’lady? If you won’t be requiring anything else for the night, can I retire? Silas and I were thinking of wandering down to the observatory by my quarters…”

“Of course, Sabe, enjoy.” You chuckle as she meekly smiles and exits your room. You knew they’d hit it off, one perennial chatterbox with another. Flicking through the last page of the first edition volume of The Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise, you hummed discontentedly. “What a terrible ending.” You thought as you inspected the piles on your floor for the second volume. You suspect you must’ve left it in the library when you were packing your books onto the trolley so you wrap a thin robe around yourself and march down the hall. You notice the lights already burning as you enter the library cautiously, peering your head through to see Anakin, sitting on an armchair and reading something out of a thick, metal-encased manual. 

“What’s your book about?” You query as you approach him slowly.

“It’s a story about a very naughty princess who loves to go looking for trouble.” He sneers, lip curling up into the shadow of a smile. 

“No, it’s not!” You titter as you pry over the bind, seeing various starfighter diagrams and mechanical cross-sections. 

“What do you want now?” He shuts the book promptly.

“I just came to collect something I left behind.” You reply innocently. 

“I trust you’re enjoying my collection, then.” He looks up at you for the first time and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his dreamy eyes.

“Oh yes, it’s very impressive. I didn’t think Sith Lords read so much.”

“They don’t.” He gets up from his chair, sauntering over to a nearby shelf and picking out a specific book. “Try this, I think you’ll like it.” He throws the book in your direction and you catch it; observing the cover, you speculate it’s some kind of historical tale about a lost civilisation. 

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to read it.” You tuck it under your arm. “Are you retiring for the night yet?” 

“Yes, I’ll leave the library to you.” He gets up to leave but you stand in front of him. 

“I was only here to get something, escort me back?” You ask and he looks you up and down before making a low grunting sound, something you can only assume is a sign of acceptance. He heads out the door and you follow, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. 

“I never got to thank you.” You say as you enter your chambers, seizing the short moment you have to converse before he disappears into his bedroom. 

“What could you possibly have to thank me for?” He rolls his eyes.

“For rescuing me.” You reach out to touch him by the arm but back down, courage failing you. 

“You’ve lost your mind.” 

“No, really. My circumstances back home were…less than ideal.” You stare down at your feet.

“I admit I find it peculiar that you don’t seem to be in mourning.” He notes, more intrigue in his tone than you’re used to.

“Would you be in mourning over a man who oppressed and rebuked you at every turn?”

“I see. I suppose that explains your…unorthodox behaviour.” For the very first time, he takes a seat on the chaise lounge by your bed- does he actually want to have this conversation with you?

“I guess you could say that. After he locked me up in the palace and forced me to accept my cousin’s betrothal, I abandoned all hope for the future and resigned myself to perpetual misery. And then you came along.” He squints his eyes, looking almost frustrated with your positivity.

“Are you sure you understand the situation you’ve found yourself in? You’re aware you’ve been abducted- forced to spend every day locked up here, never to see your planet or familiars again? Forced to play wife to me?” He gawks incredulously.

“You’re not as bad as you make out.” You smile at him. “And you’re certainly very easy on the eyes.” You look for changes in his demeanour but it remains unaffected. “Would you have preferred it if I was terrified and unwilling to go near you?” 

“Terrified? Of course not, the thought of it sickened me. Unwilling to go near me? I’m not sure I’d mind.” He states and you wonder if that was his way of making a joke. “I regret that you’ve been ensnared into this. I wish it could’ve been different.” 

“I don’t.” You pluck up the courage to sit beside him, placing your hand on his leg. “I can see there’s goodness within you. It’s almost tangible in the way you treat me.” 

“Clearly I’ve given you the wrong impression.” He mutters gruffly, visibly uncomfortable. “And you can stop wearing those little dresses around me. All you’re going to succeed in doing is get frostbite.” He pushes your hand off him.

“Do you find me that repulsive?” You question sharply, tired of being made to feel undesirable. “I’ve been told my looks rival that of some of the fairest Princesses in the galaxy. Is a man like yourself so completely cold to the affections of women?”

“I fail to see how that is relevant.” He dismisses.

“It’s relevant because I’m tired of my bed being cold. You chose to marry me, now act like a husband!” 

“What choice? I had no choice!” He shouts back and your blood runs cold when he stands towering over you.

“That makes two of us. But I fail to see what good can come from sulking about it.” You lower your tone.

“You’re that desperate, huh?” He sneers condescendingly.

“So what if I am?” You throw caution to the wind, fully aware of the way you’re debasing yourself right now; after the breadcrumbs of affection he’d been giving you, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fine.” He says, making his way over to the bed, ripping off his shirt. 

“W-what are you doing?” You murmur as he undresses and positions himself in the middle of your stately bed. 

“I’m ready, Princess.” He mocks, parroting what you’d said to him on your wedding night. “You wanted to fuck me, right? Well here I am. At your royal disposal.” 

“N-not like this.” You mutter, trying not to stare at his firm pecs or chiselled abdomen. 

“What’s the matter? You’ve been prancing around in those little dresses all week, practically begging me to give you a scrap of my attention and now I’m in our marital bed, you’re too scared?” 

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to feel like I’m forcing myself on you.” You mutter quietly, drained of all confidence. 

“You’re worried about all the wrong things. Palpatine told me to brutalise you to within an inch of your life, you know that? To take all my anger out on you and make you pay for the sins of your family. And you’re worried about whether you’re taking advantage of me. I fear I have been too soft. You seem to forget who you’re speaking to.” 

“But you didn’t.” You sniffle.

“What?”

“But you didn’t do those things. You’re a good man, Anakin.” Your voice softens and you climb up the bed to join him, allowing your gaze to linger on the small line of blonde curling hair starting from his belly button, travelling down to what lay underneath his underwear. 

“No. I haven’t quite lost all my humanity.” He breathes heavily, seemingly noticing your staring. 

“Let me show you my appreciation.” You bit your lip and bravely met his intense gaze. He doesn’t respond, the only noticeable reaction being his eyes wandering down to your breasts, thin material doing little to conceal your pert nipples. 

“Do you wish to see me?” You ask, fingers toying with the straps as he huffs slightly, acting as though this were beneath him- but still remaining silent. You shrug the material off, revealing your round, perky breasts to him. You think you can see something twitching in his boxers but you can’t be sure. 

“Can I?” You ask, gesturing to sit on his lap but he remains speechless. “Please, my Lord, I need to hear you-“ 

“Yes.” 

A grin spreads across your face as you mount him, completely bare. Putting your hands on his chest, you move your hips a little to feel him. Not that you were expecting any less for a man of his stature, but you felt yourself getting soaked at his formidable size; he was surely 8 inches, and just as satisfyingly thick. Your eyes fall to his pretty face and you’re overcome with the urge to kiss him all over. Reaching down to plant small kisses over his temple and cheeks, you feel him stiffen even more. 

“What are you doing?” He grumbles.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant as you capture his lips in a soft kiss, brushing them against each other. You can feel him almost fighting the urge to hold you so you take the initiative and grab him by the jaw, kissing him deeply and passionately. You think you hear a moan slip out of his mouth but when you pull away, he’s still got the same cold expression on his beautiful face- brows slightly furrowed and lips pursed in disaffection. 

“If you’re waiting for me to make a move, it’s not going to happen.” He sighs, looking fatigued. A quiet rage simmers within you. You’ve had suitors lining up at the palace gates since you were a teenager and now this glorified servant is behaving as though he is the prize. You craved the chance to teach him not to underestimate you, to make him see you were special. “On another occasion, perhaps.” You thought. Tonight, you just wanted to make him writhe beneath you. 

“If you’re going to be making snarky comments all evening, I’m going to stuff my panties in your mouth to silence you.” 

“What panties? You didn’t wear any.” He grins and your chest sets alight. However brief it was, it’s the first time you’ve seen a genuine smile. His teeth were pearly and straight, and his smile broad enough to reach across his whole face in a bright, radiant flash. You felt like your day had gotten better just by being witness to it. 

“Why do you always do that?” He breaks your trance.

“Huh, do what?”

“Disassociate. You stare right through me when you do it.” 

“M’sorry. I can’t help it.” You feel a fierce shyness overcome you. 

“You find me that handsome?”

“Yes.” You whisper. You have no idea why you’re admitting to it. 

“Is that why you don’t mind being married to me?” He continues and you’re confused by the volume of questions coming your way- it’s more than he’s talked to you all week.

“Partly.” He smirks a little at the ego boost and places his hands on the back of his neck, arm muscles flexing as they’re extended. You trail a line from the centre of his chest down to his abdomen with the tip of your index finger, stopping as you reach the band of his boxers. You look up at him and he raises an eyebrow at you, almost daring you to go further. Toying with the band for a little while, you steel yourself and pull them down in one prompt motion. You have to hold in a wince as you take it in- in all its thick, veiny glory. With a shuddery breath, you savour the view before you: his strong, toned arms trailed down to his athletic torso, v-line achingly defined and sloping down to his large, pink-tipped member. “Even his dick is pretty.” You mentally cursed. His smirking, confident simper never faltered, not feeling a fragment of insecurity for even a moment. 

Knowing you weren’t going to get any warming up from him, you lifted your hips and angled yourself up, tip kissing your entrance. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly sunk down on him, lowering yourself gradually until your bare skin brushed against the curls around the base of his cock. He shuts his eyes for a moment and exhales lightly, pretty lips forming into a small o shape. You try to subdue the overwhelming feeling of being filled so deeply, not wanting to stroke his ego even more than you already have. You begin to move, riding him very slowly and focusing on his chest as it rises and falls, eyes watering at the sensation of being stretched out. Worrying that he’s going to question why you’re going so slow, you begin to speed up even though it aches. 

“Slow down.” He speaks softly. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“As if you care.” You huff.

“Don’t get on my bad side, Princess.” He shoots you a deadly glance and you slow back down, knowing better than to disobey him. It takes you a good while to accommodate to his size, oo’s and aa’s escaping your mouth every time you straighten up and sink down on his cock a little too deeply- but after the adjustment period, you start to ride him confidently. Your tits bounce with a hypnotising jiggle as you smack the flesh of your ass against his thighs, wetness drenching you both. Noticing how his arms lay by his side, you grab him by the wrist and lay them on your hips. He grips onto them slightly for a moment, but quickly releases and lets them fall back down to his sides. You whine a little, starved of affection. You were bouncing on his cock yet you still felt like you weren’t close.

“Please?” You moan. 

“You wanted this, not me. I said I’m not participating, didn’t I?” His voice rings out, completely unaffected while you were a panting mess.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not- ah- enjoying it. F-feels good, doesn’t it?” You stutter, feeling his tip prodding that spongy spot within you that threatens to be your undoing. 

“It’s fine.” He replies, still refusing to engage in any meaningful way.

“Oh come on, Anakin! Give me something.” You feel like you’re one snarky comment away from resorting to begging. 

“I’ve given you my cock. What more do you want out of me?” 

“I want you to talk to me, I want you to touch me. To be present!” 

“And I want for my wife to not be such a whore.” Your mouth gapes open at his harsh words, but you continue bouncing, getting too close to stop now. “I mean seriously, you’re being held hostage and all you can think about is getting fucked? There’s nothing in that little brain of yours other than visions of me fucking you, is there? I’ve seen them.”

You moan at his degrading words- if you weren’t so cock drunk, you might be ashamed of the way you’re allowing him to speak to you. 

“Oh my God, are you gonna cum from me talking down to you? Does me calling you a stupid whore get you off?” He rambles and you can’t stop yourself from turning into a whimpering mess, moans spilling out at every turn and unintelligible groans flooding the room as you bounce on his cock.

He reaches up towards you and you think he might be pulling you in for a kiss but instead, he hooks his fingers into the corners of your mouth, stretching it out. You babble out disjointed syllables, too overwhelmed to establish a rhythm that isn’t completely sloppy.

“The fuck are you even saying right now?” He laughs and oh god, there’s that smile again- if his cock wasn’t enough, now his grin is making your legs feel like jelly.

“What are these dumb little sounds you’re spluttering out? You sound like an idiot.” The lewd squelching noises increase in intensity as you fall apart on top of him in a sudden climax- pleasure hitting you like a truck and nearly knocking you out. You pant on top of him, trying to catch your breath with your head resting on his chest. He clears his throat after a minute and you shuffle off him, laying your head on the nearby pillow instead. 

“Wow. That was…did you not cum?” It occurs to you that you’d just used him for your own pleasure.

“Of course not.” He gruffly responds, legs still spread and cock exposed, glistening with your arousal. “I have self control.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask and he turns to face you.

“You’re like a bitch in heat. It’s not very princess-like of you.” 

“Well, I’m not a princess anymore. I’m a Sith Lord’s wife.” You counter.

“Wives don’t ride like that.” You know he didn’t mean it as a compliment but you chose to take it as one anyway. 

“Aren’t you going to cover up?” You point at his exposed body while you clutch the crisp white sheets around yourself.

“Why should I?” He snaps back and you’re taken aback by his show of confidence. And you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Yeah, I bet you aren’t.”

“Okay, you’ve got to stop doing that! It’s unnatural.” You complain.

“I don’t ordinarily pay such close attention to these things but your mind is so dirty.” 

“Oh yeah? What have I been thinking about in the last couple minutes then?”

“You’ve been wondering how I’m both a shower and a grower, how you’ve never been so wet before - oh, and how you want to fuck me again.” Your cheeks redden at his painfully accurate observations- and you feel his vulgarity plant a renewed desire within you. 

“Really, you want another round? Fine. Hop on.” He sighs, tapping his thigh. You stare at him affectionately with a smile as if to say “really?” and you clamber over him again. You only have to press your dripping body against him once and he quickly hardens again, tip oozing with precum. You waste no time impaling yourself, pussy swallowing him greedily- slightly sore but still stretched out enough to take him with ease. 

“Anakin, please.” You mumble, reaching for his hands- needing to feel them on your skin. 

“What do you want?” He replies breathily. 

“Please, touch me.” You slide up and down his shaft, body racked with delirious pleasure. “Pleasepleaseplease - please Anakin!” He scoffs smilingly at how you’ve been reduced to a needy mess before he’s even put an ounce of effort in. “Do you want me to beg? I’ll get on my knees and beg- please, touch me just a little, please Ani-“

“Alright, alright, enough!” He stops you and you wince at his harsh tone, wishing that just for once, he’d be gentle with you. 

“I’m sorry, it’s okay. I’m right here.” He reaches out and wraps his hands around your dainty waist, right arm gradually trailing up your body. His knuckles brush against your cheek tenderly before he wraps his strong hand around your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss. You squeak in shock at the unexpected affection as your breasts press against his chest, one hand squishing your soft flesh and the other wrapped up in your hair. 

“Mmm, Ani.” You hum, your deepest craving finally quelled.

“No one’s called me that in a really long time.” He mumbles into the kiss, sliding both hands down to your ass cheeks and gripping them firmly. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks as he slides you on and off him, commanding your movements with his strong grasp. 

“Oh God yes, fuck Ani- ah.” You gasped as he began lifting his hips and fucking his cock into you, fingernails digging into your hips. “‘m not gonna last much longer if you keep go -oh, just like th- aah.” 

“You don’t need to.” He whines, finally allowing himself to utter his own sweet sounds. 

“Nuh uh, I-I want you to cum with me.” You whimper in his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck. Cradling you, he wraps one arm around your back and rests his other hand on the back of your head while drilling you with such vigour you almost black out. 

“Shh, baby, shh- ’s okay.” He moans and your walls flutter at the heavenly sound. Try as you may, you can’t stop the drool that streams out of your mouth, fucked so dumb that you’re losing control over your senses. 

“You’re close, can feel you gripping me.” He sputters, barely audible over the sound of your squeals. “You want the whole ship to hear you, huh?”

“I want them all to know who I belong to.” You manage to get out clearly, trying to get a handle on your faculties. Rising up from being tucked into his neck, you start bouncing on him with the excitement of a little bunny, so desperate to bring him to his release. You look down at him, eyes screwed shut, gnawing on his bottom lip and you feel how furiously his eager cock throbs inside you.

“Want you to fill me up.” You warble, dropping your hands to lay on either side of his face, soft locks brushing against your wrists. “I wanna be yours.” You stare into his eyes, which have just fluttered open, eyebrows knitted close together.

“You’re already mine.” He whispers, grabbing you by the waist and turning you over in one swift motion, your back hitting the plumpness of the bed. Before you can take a breath, he slams into you again and your back arches from the overstimulation. 

Hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you deeper into him, he roughly pounds against you, cock gliding into your sensitive core. You try to focus yourself, gnawing on your lip and mentally repeating: “You can’t cum this quickly again.”

“Oh yes, you can.” He asserts mischievously, speeding up his sloppy strokes until your eyes roll to the back of your head. You grip the sheets around you, trying desperately to hold on for just a few seconds longer.

“Don’t you dare.” He growls, slapping against you roughly. Beads of sweat trickle down his defined pecs, down to the creamy mess where your bodies meet. With one final gloopy thrust, you scream out his name and collapse entirely, body convulsing with pleasure as he moans at the sight, burying his face into your thigh. 

“Goddamn…” You hear him mutter as he continues using your body like a toy, dragging you onto him in a way that you don’t even notice in your cock drunk stupor. You hear a glorious groan escape his lips as he pulls out, painting your body with his creamy white cum. 

“Why’d you pull out?” You whine, completely spent and feeling woefully empty now that your bodies weren’t connected anymore. 

“You know why.” He exhales as his head hits the pillow beside you. “I refuse to let a child come into this.” You huff a little but feel too exhausted to argue.

Shuffling over, you test his boundaries by leaning your head against his shoulder. When he noticeably stiffens and backs away a little, you sit up hastily to face him. 

“Really, Anakin? You’re still not comfortable around me?” 

“I’m as comfortable as I need to be.” He murmurs and you let out a fussy whine. 

“I’ve just given myself to you entirely and you can’t even hold me after? Please, Ani, you’re making me feel really-“

“Fine! If it’ll get you to be quiet.” He pulls you in swiftly, his strong arm wrapped around you protectively and you let out a satisfied hum while he shakes his head- no doubt wondering how he got stuck with such a petulant child.

The days that followed were full of you waltzing around the ship, lost in your daydreams. Anakin had been dispatched to a different system for a mission and much to your displeasure, wouldn’t return for several days yet; you never knew exactly how long his journeys would last, you only knew they were doubtlessly too long. You missed him dearly - and if the way he hugged you back before he left was any indication- you were growing on him too. 

After enthusiastically getting through the book Anakin recommended, he told you that he’d left a stack out by his desk in the library- a personally hand-picked selection that he believed you’d enjoy. Your heart fluttered at the thought and you felt yourself keenly gliding over to it. You reminisced fondly about the way his soft hair felt when it brushed through your hands, how his dreamy eyes made you weak at the knees- how he had the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. You didn’t realise it was possible for someone to be so perfect- so what if he had an unsavoury pastime? It was a flaw you were willing to overlook if it meant you got to wake up next to that face. 

Entering the library, you hum a chirpy song and float over to the desk where you find a neat pile of books in varying colours and sizes. Just as you were about to pick the first one out of the stack, Silas rushes in- scruffy and disorganised, looking over his shoulder.

“Princess! Princess, you must hurry. They’re here- they’re finally here.” He sputters, grabbing onto your wrist like a madman and leading you out. 

“Slow down! What’s going on?” You question, wondering why you were running along with him. 

“Oh but we must be quick, the stormtroopers can only be held off for so long! Sabe is leading the distraction-“

“What are you talking about?” 

“Word finally reached them, they’re finally here!”

“Who? Who’s here?” You shout back, brain spinning in confusion.

“The Senate has sent an army - a rescue team for you!” Silas stares at you with crazed eyes, sweating with anxiety. “We can finally go home!” 

“W-what?” You stutter, allowing him to lead you out to the docking bay where you can see a battleship undoubtedly belonging to the Galactic Republic- suspended midair awaiting boarding.

“Wait, wait, no.” You backtrack but the grip Silas has around your wrist is too strong to easily break from. 

“You don’t mean to tell me you wish to stay here with that brute?” He glances back at you, face painted with disgust as he pushes on for the last few metres left until you reach the ship. “He doesn’t care about you.”

“That’s not true!” You shout, propellers buzzing over you with a furious intensity. 

“Is that so? Then why isn’t he putting up a fight right now?” He gestures behind you and you turn around to where the observatory window is. There he is, standing behind the glass, looking at you calmly. 

“Do you see? He doesn’t even care enough to stop you!” Silas digs his fingernails into your wrist as you reach the ship, doors unloading with a steamy hiss. “Get in!” He yells, pushing you forward with all his might. 

He’s letting you go. He’s letting you leave.

“No!” You fight back, striking Silas across the face and sprinting out of his reach as soon as his grasp on you loosens.

“You idiot! Stay here and rot with those Sith devils!” He curses, clambering up the stairs and smacking the handle, signalling for them to shut. Tears course roughly down your face as you stand back and see the ship ascending before darting off into the distance in a beaming flash. Turning around, you run as fast as your feet will carry you, scrambling up to the observatory to the man you’d just abandoned life as you knew it for.

Throwing the doors open, you see him: mouth parted, eyebrows raised and a singular tear rolling down his cheekbone. You jump into his arms, colliding and entangling yourself with him.

“Why did you do that, huh?!” He grabs your face with both hands, kissing you desperately. “Why would you do something so stupid?” You break out into a sob as he mumbles against your lips. “I would’ve let you go, you could’ve left.”

“I know, that’s why I stayed.” You wrap your hands around his own, still in a firm grip around your face. “I love you, Ani.” You gaze up at him with such adoration he feels his cold heart bursting. 

“I love you too.” 

As soon as the words leave his beautiful lips, you leap to kiss them- trying desperately to memorise every detail and every sensation that belonged to this moment. 

“I-I thought you would’ve surely left if you could.” He murmurs, struggling to break away from your lips. “Thought you were jus’ making the most out of a bad situation.” 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You say sincerely, hoping he could feel the love you have for him pouring out of you. 

“I don’t believe my eyes.” A dreaded raspy voice resonates across the room. “The Princess has fallen in love with my apprentice. And he seems to love her back? Now this is just precious.” Anakin stands in front of you protectively, pushing you back. 

“She will prove to be useful in the future.” The Emperor hisses, glaring at you with an empty hunger in his eyes. “Now that she has demonstrated her loyalty.”

“It’s the last show of loyalty you’ll ever see.” Anakin spits as he draws his lightsaber from the left belt hook on his robes and strikes Palpatine, beheading him in one swift motion before he can even register what’s struck him. 

“He always taught me that even the most powerful of enemies can be defeated-“ He turns to face you, retracting his glowing lightsaber. “with the element of surprise.” 

A twisted grin creeps up on your face as he swoops you up like a true bride- lifting you with a firm hold and carrying you out of the room while you wrap your arms around his neck, planting kisses all over.

“I think it’s high time me and my wife got some privacy, don’t you think?” He gestures at the incoming stormtroopers, who confusedly back away after spotting Palpatine’s decapitated body. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

You giggle as he carries you to your chambers, throwing you onto the bed and peering out of the large doors one last time before shutting them with a loud clamber- ah, free from disturbance at last.

@erinkeifer @crazy4men @mortalheartache @arzua10

[witchofthesouls]

Imagine shattered glass, but the humans, especially in different aus:

Like in the Other Aus, it can get far more brutal should the Darbys align with their fae heritage and be representatives of a specific Court, Miko being the product of Lost Ones -those stolen into Elsewhere, and the Esquivel father being the equivalent of Smaug.

(And how even in this world, those three will be drawn together again.)

This could definitely pull different human allies and enemies as well; Agent Fowler being a double agent for a shadow organization, the question if Silas would lead that iteration of M.E.C.H. or Leland Bishop would be Team Prime's liasion to eventually build a N.E.S.T. equivalent in that version of shattered glass, perhaps other human adults getting drawn as they notice the stranger things happening...

Possibilities are endless.

[silverstarssart]

I FINISHED FOUL HEART HUNTSMAN

(Spoilers ahead) (thoughts throughout the book)

ORIONS SHIRT

Oop. Oliver's intrusive thoughts won (66)

"Excuse me? I am your WIFE!" (126)

*INTENSE SOBBING* HE HAS FORGOTTEN HER (166)

Silas is down so bad for Phoebe. Honestly, same

OLIVER YOU LITTLE BASTARD HOW DARE YOU KISS HER AND THEN SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR HER WTF (199)

ROSALIND CONFESSING WHILE THINKING ORION IS ASLEEP AHHHHH

"That was what you called me. Not Rosalind. Beloved."

THE REUNION BETWEEN ROSALIND AND JULIETTE

The part where Alisa was like "wanna know what Rosalind left out." and Orion going FUCK YEAH. I died

THE POPCON SCENE

"Its all right if you forget me."

SILAS WHAT THE FUCK-

SILAS WHAT THE FRIG-

SILAS WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK-

WHAT TOMFOOLERY IS THIS.

"In support, Oliver made an ambiguously French sound as the extent of his contribution." OUI OUI BAGUETTE

YESSS CELIA AND OLIVER

"I love you, I love you, I'm sorry I said so many stupid things. I can't believe I asked why we couldn't cross Suzhou Creek."

ORIONS REACTION TO ROSALIND MAYBE DYING I CANNOT

OH MY GOD I KNEW IT OTION AND MARSHALL HOOKED UP THAT IS ABSULOUTLY HILARIOUS.

HE was sunshine (Orion) I was midnight RAIN (Rosalind)

Orion's Taylor Swift song is The Archer I will take no arguments.

Rosalind's (I know she has a canon one but) is Right Where You Left Me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it She's still 23 inside her fantasy How it was supposed to be Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it She's still 23 inside her fantasy And you're sitting in front of me

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right I, I could feel the mascara run You told me that you met someone Glass shattered on the white cloth Everybody moved on

THE EPILOGUE

THE BABY REVEAL WITH STICK FIGURES IMAO

THE PROPOSAL

Was screaming, crying, throwing up through this whole book

@the-princess-fangirl THIS IS YOUR FAULT. I WILL NEVER RECOVER. (love u)

I NEED TO LIE DOWN

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @verysmolnerd

warnings: swearing, mention of drinking, violence (he throws a bottle)

AN: Thank you @illiana-mystery for sending me the link to this episode. He deserved more screen time for sure.

Walking into the room, I jumped when a bottle smashed into the wall. Standing frozen where I stood, I watched as the glass that had shattered on impact.

“Damn fuckers.” I looked up at the sound of Silas’ voice. He was pacing the room with his hands on his hips.

“Silas?” I asked quietly. He looked up at me before the tension left his shoulders. Slowly walking over, I ran my hand across them, trailing behind him. The smell of alcohol hit me as I did. “Are you alright?”

“Does it look like I’m alright?” He grumbled. Wrapping my arms around his neck, i leaned forward and rested my chin on his shoulder. I hummed and tilted my head against his. “Those two kids that were here last week. They lied.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I ghosted my nose over his jawline.

“So what they lied? You did too.” I reminded him. Silas grunted and tried to turn away from me.

“They stole the horse back. One was the preachers kid. The other was the kid of that good for nothing son of a bitch I killed.” Silas was slowly calming down but I knew he would have done that after enough drinking. “But that doesn’t matter. I can live with that. It’s that they knew about Mary and my sister in law.” I stilled in my movements and felt him tense up again.

“for a preacher he sure has a big mouth.” I mumbled. “You paying him a visit?” Silas hummed as I felt his hand engulf mine.

“Maybe.” He gently pried me away from him. “Although I do have another reason to want to visit him.” Silas drew me in front of him and smiled at me.

“and what would that reason be?” I asked, slightly unnerved by his change in mood.

“To remarry of course.” He teased as he leaned towards me. I stared at him wide eyed. “Unless you don’t want to.” His voice had gained it edge back. His eyes searched mine and I surged forward, kissing him as he stumbled trying to keep us balanced. “I take that as a yes.” Silas chuckled, gently forcing me back.

“yes Silas.” I laughed, hugged him tight. He sighed and kissed my temple.

“then let’s go have a chat with that preacher.” Silas breathed out. “I’m sure his daughter will be surprised to see me again.” He chuckled as he headed out to saddle up the horses.

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

I want to write a shattered glass au where the Decepticons get to Earth first and see humans the same way we see particularly smart cats.

Themes of violence and domestic abuse ahead, with a miscarriage

In this au, both sides are barely disguised Primus cults, Megatron is the prime and they just had to check out a planet that was littered with energy and had the spirit of the unmaker at its core. Obviously, this was a sign that Primus wanted them to look after these little guys!

Like sure, humans are smart and all, but really, they go to war over the silliest things!- oh. Yeah, maybe we should just change the subject.

This sparks a territory cold war where the fighting just... stops ... in order to split up earth between the two cults. Of course, once it's settled that Soundwave gets Africa because of the elephants, the war resumes as "normal."

The DJD got the coordinates wrong and ended up in Maine instead of Nevada, adopting a group of adorable first responders as pets, giggling to themselves as they took care of any disasters they felt the humans couldn't handle, occasionally fighting the "Rescue Bots" over territory rights whenever they tried to poach their cute little mascots.

A few warning shots usually scared them off, though they had to apologize to a few nocturnal and nesting humans who woke up to the loud crack of Vos's blasts.

And of course, the excitement whenever a new pup was on its way was palpable, though it was quite irritating to Tarn how they wouldn't let Nickel watch, or Tarn accompany them. Of course, it was messy and painful. It's an expression of the Unmaker's anguish! There's no shame in that. Take pride in the agony of the divine, as stated in the Covenant! No matter, we will eagerly await your return! Congratulations!

Then tragedy struck. The Autobots sent MECH after Dani, a group of men holding her down while Silas and her husband Peter, who revealed himself as a spy, beat her half to death. Dani lost her eleven week old pregnancy in the aftermath, Tarn and Nickel successfully getting her to trust them implicitly.

This wasn't the first time Tarn took in a beaten stray, and he's more than willing to take in another pet

Dani and the majority of her brothers, was a quiet, smart homebody who worked as an EMT. Kade was a firefighter who worried Kaon with how little he ate, Cody was shy and sensitive, even a bit of a crybaby, and Graham was a civic engineer with a serious temper.

Charlie Burns was brash and outspoken, and Tarn judged him harshly on how the whole house walked on eggshells around him.

Tensions rise as Tarn and Nickel try to distance their new pet from her family, culmating in a massive fight that ends with the DJD getting exactly what they wanted.

Eventually, the DJD pack up and move to Jasper, taking Dani with them.

Megatronus Prime, in the rush of war planning, never thinks to ask Dani about what led her to go with the DJD.

Dani never sees her family again as the Decepticons retreat, and as the DJD's pet is both spoiled rotten and trapped in their clutches.

Unfortunately, shattered mirrors never reflect happy endings, and Dani dies a natural death, far away from her family or home. Tarn insists on putting her body in a rot box, and after her bones are cleaned of flesh, splits them between himself and Nickel, filling a pair of metal pendants engraved with a picture of a sleeping Dani.

As a final bit of spite, Tarn sent Blades Dani's hands in a block of resin. Her hands, of course, was flipping him off.

He was pissed but couldn't do much more than take what little bit of his chosen obsession he could get.

[sigh-artist]

Shatter Glass Slias? 👉👈🥺🩵💙 I’m not sure what would be going on with Silas in a shatter glass universe, i imagine perhaps he witnessed the shatter/evil autobots, and everyone and their momma thinks he’s a crazy , insane lonely old man that rants about some “alien robots” he apparently saw. Maybe he’s suffering from trauma or ptsd, and in my mind the evil/shatter glass autobots probably tortured him, like he tortured breakdown. Maybe because he was a witness. I’m not even sure if M.E.C.H would be a thing here or if it be a different organization. (Sorry about the rant.) 👉👈

[transingthoseformers]

SG Earthspark: Maybe human villains from other continuities could cameo as Ascenticon allies during the war? Either seen in flashbacks or just mentioned by name? I don't really know any human villains outside Aligned, but there definitely are some.

Most of them were propably executed as traitors to humanity when the Ascenticons lost (most didn't have important scientific knowledge like Meridian, and maybe some who did couldn't stay useful to G.H.O.S.T for 15 years?).

That would be very interesting! I know that Mandroid and Arkeville are similar, but hey there's a thing to be had there

sg Silas and MECH would be interesting to reference because you can argue they used to be part of GHOST

I actually might recommend dipping into rescue bots for human villains as earthspark is somewhat influenced by it and there are some significant figures there like Dr Morocco, Madeline Pynch, and not human but not Cybertronian intelligence Vigil (sg Vigil possibly being an incredibly helpful ai figure?) Perfect for small references here and there

[inhumanetrash]

what tfp aus are making? And will raf be in one of them?

The AU that i have visualised/written down is Werewolf Tfp au (which focuses on adult humans like Fowler,June,Silas) and Tfp future au (which focuses on the kid trio as adults )

As for like,ideas I have that I can't bring myself to work on/have not written about but are in my brain it would be:

•harry potter tfp au(aka wizards exist)

•shattered glass

• avatar au (aka humans are na'vi and cybertronians are humans and its kinda like in the Cameron movies)

• reversed au (humans are bots and bots are humans)

Also I have ideas like the evil government™️/ Silas is also a government agent etc but they're more like,,prompts

idk if there's more,, tho their existence depends on my current phases lol

As for raf,I've never really thought about him to be honest 😔 I'm guilty of focusing on characters I personally obsess over (like Fowler. All my aus center around him in a way lol)

But raf's definitely there since I generally focus on tfp humans :)

[0ne4them0ney-2f0rtheshow]

lifeline extras: going back to spain.

Dear Architect Natasha Kim-Choi,

We are delighted to invite you to the International Festival of Architecture and Design, the premier international event showcasing the work of renowned architects, designers, and innovators from around the world.

This year, the festival takes place from May 1, 2024 to May 10, 2024.

We have been following your remarkable work in the field of Architecture with great admiration. Your creative approach and dedication in the field has been truly inspiring, and we believe your presence would be invaluable to the festival.

Please let us know if you are interested. We have reserved _ tickets for your firm.

We hope to hear from you soon!

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DK was supposed to go to Natasha's office to congratulate her as the four of them, Natasha, DK, Mingyu and Minghao received the said e-mail. However, he received an e-mail from Natasha. It seems like she forgot to remove her friends in cc.

It states: "Thank you for the invitation and for your nice words. However, I will not be able to attend such festival for personal reasons. With that, I would like to still avail such tickets for the other architects and designers of our firm."

Nakita niya ang kaniyang kaibigan, from the glass window of her office, who's currently staring at the e-mail she just sent.

It's been almost 10 years since the Spain era ni Natasha. The era where everything went wrong. But ever since the day she got back, she's been trying to improve herself for the better. And this e-mail? Triggered some of the bad memories that has happened before.

DK then immediately messaged their group chat, the one without Natasha.

tatlonghari (aka no natasha gc) DK: Huy! Nabasa niyo 'yung e-mail? Mingyu: Gagi, oo! Putek, magrereply pa lang ako na i'll go, tapos ni-reject naman ni Natasha. Anyare? Hao: Ano pa nga ba... DK: Na-trigger ata, pre. Nakatitig lang ngayon sa screen ng laptop. Mga 20 minutes na. Hao: Spain ba naman. Mingyu: Shet, sabihan ba natin si Cho? DK: Wag muna siguro. Tangina, naaawa naman ako kay Natasha. Hao: Office pa ba kayo? Di ko maiwan si Chi. Umalis si Fan eh. DK: Oo, dito pa kami. Parang di nga ako nakikita eh. Mingyu: Mapapansin 'yan ni Cho. Pag nagmessage na lang sa'yo, DK, sabihin mo na lang. DK: Sige. Si Bee pala? Mingyu: Tulog pa, masama pakiramdam eh kaninang umaga pa. Hao: Wow, domestic. Mingyu: Ulol, mas domestic ka, binahay mo agad si Fan! Kailan mo papakasalan? Hao: Si DK muna :p DK: Tangina niyo? Lol Mingyu: HAHAHAHA gagalet! Anyway, brb na. Magluluto pa ko. Si Nat ah. Feel ko pupunta nanaman 'yan sa condo niya dati. Hao: Lah, kala ko binenta niya na 'yun? DK: Afaik, andun lahat ng drawings niya pre-Spain era eh. Diba, Gyu? Mingyu: Oo, gags... ang dami niya talagang Romanesque drawings, pati plates niya nung college, Spain-inspired talaga. Kaya kahit papano, alam ko galit pa din 'yan sa sarili niya for what happened eh. Hao: Tangina kasi eh. Hay, nakakainis naman talaga nangyari non, pero wala, that's her lesson... DK: Grabe 'no? Her dreams shattered because of that... Hao: True. Pangarap talaga niyan maging Architect sa Spain. Pero ang gaga, hay. Mingyu: Di niyo ba pansin? Never na siya nagdrawing or gumawa ng plano ulit ng Spain-inspired? Ang daming clients na gusto ng ganong style tapos binibigay sa ibang Architects sa firm. DK: Triggering talaga 'yung Spain sa kaniya, I would say.

DK went back to his office room and waited for Natasha to come out of her office. She only smiled at the staff and went out. He followed her location, tama nga si Mingyu, she's currently on her way to her old condo. Nasa parking na sila. He saw Natasha went out of the car and he then messaged her, "Nat! Saan ka?"

He saw her open her phone, tumigil saglit para magreply. Pabura-bura ng message, but still, she replied, "Bahay na! Whyyyy"

"Wala, wala. May naiwan kasi ako sa office!"

"Nandoon pa ata 'yung secretary mo hahaha"

"Ayt. Btw, is everything okay?"

"Oo naman. :)"

She sighed and went inside the elevator. DK waited inside his car, and messaged their friends, "Yeah, nandito nga siya sa condo niya."

---

Ever since she got back from Spain, binaon na ni Natasha sa limot ang Spain, and everything that goes with it. It was one of the best things that's ever happened in her life, pero sinira lang din niya. Everything went down the drain when she trusted the wrong persons, she almost lost everything, her friends, her family and even her life.

Spain was her dream. The freedom, its gothic-style buildings, the life, everything. But Spain became her nightmare.

As soon as she stepped inside her condo unit, she was welcomed by her old self. She even saw her board na may note: "Spain, please come thru!" "Spain, baka naman! Ako na 'to!"

Bukod sa notes, naka-frame pa ang iba niyang plates na Spain-inspired.

She sat down on her sofa, nakatitig sa painting that her mom gave her when she received the news that she's going to Spain. Hindi niya namalayan na umiiyak na din siya. Her dreams that turned into nightmares.

Every now and then, she tries to go back to her condo, to try and see for herself kung naka-move on na ba talaga siya. Truth be told, hindi pa din talaga. Regrets are always coming back to her. Masakit.

She can't even mention this to her friends kasi alam niya na hindi maganda ang nangyari noon. It's been almost 10 years but the pain, regret, and fear of losing everyone is still there. Alam naman niya na it was her fault. Pero ang hirap lang din na wala siyang mapagsabihan tungkol dito.

She can't even say this to her therapist, fearing that she will just open something that shouldn't be opened and seen.

She's keeping all these to herself, she's trying to bury this part of herself.

Her phone rang and it was Seungcheol. She wiped her tears and gulped, then answered the phone, "Hi, love! Napatawag ka?"

"Love, tuloy pa ba tayo tonight? 8pm kasi 'yung dinner with the Ortegas. It's 7:30pm na din..."

"Oh my, sorry! I got caught up sa meeting. I'll see you there na lang, love."

"Okay lang. Ingat sa pagddrive, okay?"

"Ikaw din. I love you, Cho." She hung up the call.

Next time ulit? Sana sa susunod kaya ko na. She said to herself, everytime she goes out of this condo. She's trying but still, the ending? She tried.

Pagbukas ng pinto, she saw her friend, DK, who's sitting outside her unit. "Hi."

Namutla naman si Natasha, "Bakit..."

"How long have you been hiding this from us?"

He then hugged his friend, tightly. And just like that, Natasha broke down in his arms, "I'm sorry, DK. I'm sorry."

Pati si DK ay naluha din, "Shhh." Using her phone, he messaged his friend,

DK to Seungcheol: DK 'to. Pwede rain check muna si Nat? Seungcheol: Ha? Anong nangyari? DK: Ako, ako may problema. I just need a friend. Okay lang ba? Seungcheol: Okay, sige. Di ako naniniwala. Okay lang ba si Nat? DK: Honestly? I think she was never okay. Seungcheol: Nasan kayo? DK: Sinundan ko lang siya, nandito siya sa condo niya nung college. Seungcheol: Ano nangyari? DK: Ask mo na lang sila Hao or Mingyu. Just–wag susugod agad dito. I don't think she even wants someone to know this side of her. Seungcheol: Okay. Please, update mo ako. DK: I will.

He never saw Natasha cry like this. Kahit noong ikinasal siya kay Seungcheol, she never cried like this. And it pains him to know that while everyone moved on with their lives, Natasha's still stuck in the past. They never knew this side of her. Not until now.

Akala nila she healed from that past. It's clear that she never did. And no one knows about it.

[prowlingthunder]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thank you for thinking of me, @medic-6116

Let's see here. Well, my last ten POSTED fics are backdated works that I was moving over from old accounts from >10 years ago so we wont count those. Let's look at the ten most recent fics. Are we counting new chapters? Nah, let's not include those. How do we define a sentence? We'll do "to the first period." (I'm not sorry.)

1: Mandalorian wolf-lords are rarer now than they had ever been in her life, and Fay hadn’t precisely lived a short one. 2: There were three ways to keep a secret that Nate knew. 3: Cid didn't so much dock the ship in Galahd as he hid it, easing them underneath the overhanging boughs of treetops and through the reeds inside the little inlet. 4: The Gray spread into infinity, a boundless expanse that went everywhere and nowhere all at once. 5: Quinn learned it first, Silas learns later. 6: And after he had fought the monsters, when it was all said and done, Artem the Wolf claimed the law of surprise for payment beyond grain or coin, and in the woods therein he found a babe. 7: Grudge doesn’t actually own her own skin. 8: The orders had come in together, in the middle of the regularly scheduled rec hour, and Chrys knew the orders had been for everybody but also different, because she had been working through slicing modules with Trickster when they arrived. 9: Sifo-Dyas wakes slow, dizzy and disoriented, unsure where he is. 10: [Full Link Here] He has been trained by Jon (not only Jon; before him by the Inquisitors, before them by soldiers) and Jon is the wildling who's sense of the Force is tangled vines and semi-permeable reality; when panic and hope and desperation reaches him (when the Force screams and he does not ignore it, he can hear it in almost whispers now and screaming is bad, screaming means now, screaming means don't think) he twists the universe, instinctive, reactionary, folds it, and steps Tae has called for help (Tae has called for him) comes tumbling into him, outside the bolt fired by a (dead, furious, not-alive, and he bears teeth and the Force rises for him, metal twists and bends and snaps) and he shoves bodily down, covers him with all that he is, presses against the other's presence and mind (endless stretches of desert and wild winds, harrowing through singing canyons and tousling dunes) Tae trusts him, he does, he unfolds and here's everything he knows, and darkness soaks it up like a sponge starved for water

(this is war, this is war, the Force is screaming death-knells of the dead all over the planet) this is war and pain and passion and he was forged for this ((here the world fractures and splits, the Force with it, the universe, reality, burning bright, balance unsettled, justice unsatisfied))

the serpent slips out from the shadows of the underbrush into the dunes of sea-sand and rises, dark scales luminous with blood as it's hood flares, threat registered, harmless to predator, the darkness burning in it's gaze

blood on the ground crystalizes and shatters as lightning rakes the sand, breaking, branching; it coils past feet burning bright, stars glowing (too much, too bright, he'll burn up in it) and coils up durasteel, sparking, bounces to the next one, chases over carapace hunting for an in and floor of the arena stills, breathing, and then heaves and rises, like a wave, like the ocean, glass snapping like seafoam and shells crunch, grind, the walls of the arena snap and split and the ground opens to swallow things whole

the emptiness of life is moot when the stars still glitter

Tae reaches out to him, careful, gentle, and the serpent shivers, but the touch is familiar, desert-warm against cold blood Aunsia (Aunsia, thats him, him, fragments of the Force shuddering out of him) breathes, shallow and sharp, not enough, shivering.

Pattern: ??????? Tagging: @zpansven @mandakatt @mtraki @thelavenderhimbo @whoever else wants to do it.

[mysticscorpia]

“… Sorry. Say that again?”

Cherry. It was cherry. Supple, lining my mouth like a coating of glass. Too fragile to touch. A bubble of something; perhaps it was too tart. Perhaps they'd left picking them too late, that year.

It was so much easier to imagine it was that, than anything else.

My next breath shatters the illusion. It's sucked in too sharply for the memories to scatter themselves around me. Too quick for that mirage, that mist before the waterfall, to obscure the pain completely.

My tongue throbs, and I wonder if next time instead of biting down on it, I'd be able to contain myself.

But that does not sit easily. Submitting was never been part of my tribe's values. Not now, and not in the future.

And I intend to uphold them.

***

"Evanshi..." his drawl creeps from the resesses of the room, and an unwitting shudder rolls through me.

Not now. Please not now.

My gaze shifts away, staring solemnly at the crack against the tiles.

"You're avoiding me?"

Saying nothing is easier, I've come to learn.

"You need to listen to me, dear," a wingbeat, and slim brown feet plummet drop to their full weight before me.

I didn't wish to find his wings beautiful. It makes it harder to resign his cruelty to that taunting, magnificent freedom.

And yet, I find myself resenting the cruel irony he presents me.

Nails curl into my skin, pinching. Grounding.

But at his warning, curling laugh, I find myself giving him a slow submission.

My tribe gives threats with our teeth, a rapid ear flick, a wash of scent with the snap of hair, but here... Etiquette is different.

Kazian's eyes light before me as I meet his gaze, even as my chin juts out in defiance.

"Sorry..." my throat wheezes with the breath, "Say that again?"

His lips pulls back into an almost-sneer, but as I have come to learn it is an expression of humour.

"You'll have to listen more closely, Da Fenlin," a pointed nail scrapes down my throat, whispering past my collarbone, and to the rising beat of my chest.

His husky laughter wafts from above.

While I know he is hovering above eye-level, everything itches. Every instinct rebelling, to lunge forward and sink my teeth into his pulse.

Morda would be proud.

My breathing hitches as his deep chuckle sends another tremor down my spine.

"Have you learnt your lesson?"

He's close. Close enough that with a few seconds, I could wrap my fingers around his throat, and squeeze.

He breathes lowly, as his wings brushes the ground, I taste peppermint and lemon.

I keep my eyes still, the the splash of Morda's voice curling around my ears.

Focus Evanshi, what are they hiding? What are they searching for?

If only I could use my hands. By Silas, if I could use my hands, I could bring this demon to his knees.

My hands clink against the cuffs which keep them restrained to the floor, the welts either side ready to be healed as soon as I lower my head.

He would enjoy my ruin.

I think he would be happy if I crumbled to rubble.

My jaw tightens.

"Say that again?" I answer, a defiant glint in my rasp.

***

OMGGGG!!! AAAA! this was sO fun!!! 😊💖

Thanks for sending in the prompt, anon! Feel free to send in a prompt whenever you want to! Plus, thanks for waiting, I actually created these two darlings today, and absolutely had to try something out with them! ^^ this prompt is their debut!

I am not going to lie, it's been a hot second since I've written my own content, bar yesterday's foray, and it's been exhilarating! :D

The little endearment Kazian calls her is "little wolf", from the game Dragon Age! (I have actually not played this!). It's too adorable, I couldn't not put it in.