#these are my ride or die tattooed on my body ships

[friedcheesemogu]

"Eye fucking in the apocalypse" sure is a vibe

[wordy-little-witch]

More silly transfem Buggy ideas, Oro Jackson Edition

• Buggy asked a lot of questions as a child, was the reigning CHAMPION of "why". Including being told "you're a boy".

"But why?"

"Because your body is a boy's body, baby blue."

"Why do bodies be different? Why can't I be a girl?"

Roger at that point goes hmmmm, and just shrugs. "Well, you could! The kind of body you have is most common with boys, but I bet some girls have bodies like that too."

• Buggy grew up surrounded by men and fellas and dudes. The interactions with women were sparse, limited, and always temporary. The closest to a recurring feminine presence was Rouge, a few gals on Whitebeard's crew, and eventually Toki.

• when Buggy is about 8, she tells Roger that she wants to be a girl. Roger just ruffles her hair, picks her up to plop on his knee, and says, "Then a girl you are, my little buglet. I don't care if you're a girl, a boy, neither or both - you'll always be mine, and so you'll always be loved. Okay?"

"Okay... thanks, Cap."

• Rayleigh treated it like smth of a flight of fancy. He thought she was doing it because of smth else, so he tried pulling the whole "come to me in a year. If you still wish you were a girl, we'll talk then." It's unintentionally a pretty damaging thing, especially because Rayleigh even refuses to let her grow her hair out. It's during Buggy hissing, screaming, crying to get out of the mandatory hair cuts that Roger learns about it. Shanks went running for him.

• speaking of Shanks, he's the poster child for Ride Or Die. Buggy's shy about shopping but wants a dress? He's coming up with disguises. Buggy wants to present femme on ship but is scared of being made fun of? Shanks is putting on the MOST outlandish outfit he can and has 16842084 plans to make a ruckus. Buggy wants to experiment with her makeup? He's got a PhD in Hype Man Studies, from the University Of Besties.

• Buggy exploring her gender leads to Shanks exploring his own. He's a guy, he's comfortable with that, but he's also among the many who swear by maxi skirts bc those are COMFY holy shit. He's just a dude who sometimes wears a skirt.

• someone once made a side remark about Buggy being on the crew during a fight, they call her an it and thing.

Their head hits the ground just seconds afterwards.

• Whitebeard and Roger have semi-regular fight dates, like playdates but worse, after which the crews hang out and party. The one after Buggy comes out and has gotte some more confidence, she is bouncing around the crews, all big grins and talking to the girls and getting fussed over, or she's playing with the younger crew members and Shanks. He take one look at Buggy, beaming with her tiny little pigtails, her leggings, the mini skirt, blouse, and boots. He opens his mouth.

"We can't steal her, pops."

"But we could...!"

• Toki and Oden half adopt Buggy and Toki is adamant on passing down the Wano Rites to Buggy as well. Momo and Hiyori may be Wano's by blood, but Buggy is Wano's by soul and Toki refuses to let this girl slip through the cracks.

• Roger once heard someone call Buggy weak for being a girl and was ready to step in to handle it when Buggy just... goes feral. She beats the ever loving snot outta the guy, ends it with a "how's THAT for weak, dickbag!!"

He has to wipe away a tear. He's so proud.

• both cabin kids had special nicknames, and the main ones used by Roger for them are:

Shanks as the Red Menace (Menace)

Buggy as Pirate Princess (often just Princess)

((Both of them have those tattooed in their adulthood))

• Rouge meets Buggy and Shanks pre-coming out, greets them post like "hey boys!" Buggy corrects her hesitantly. Rouge is silent for a moment, turns on her heel, leaves, and immediately pops back, going "hey brats!!" Buggy had a moment of terror which then became relief-annoyance-embarassment-gratitude. Shanks just went from 🙂 to 😡 to 😃.

• Teach had a puppy crush on Buggy, which made her ALL KINDS of uncomfortable. She hated him from the start.

• she would put up with it tho on occasion for Missions. Nothing big, but when Rayleigh or someone else annoyed her and the crews were close, she'd run away to Whitebeard's crew and he'd help her gaslight the FUCK out of the other's. Just. Her in his lap, Roger in the fetal position on the deck like "pleeeaaassseee gimme my babbyyyyyyyy-"

Buggy, fighting an evil lil grin, turns to whitebeard like, "pops, is the weird man, okay?"

"I don't know, my girl, but don't mind him - my old friend here is an odd one."

"Okay, papa."

Roger makes a sound like a dying whale.

• Shanks bought Buggy a fancy custom hair piece for her birthday with matching earrings. Buggy then grabbed him by the collar and manhandled him beneath her to put one in his ear. He still wears it to this day. She wears the other one.

• Buggy is quick to crush, slow to LOVE, which was AGONY because Roger, Rayleigh, Gaban, Oden and Bullet were all varying g levels of WILDLY OVER PROTECTIVE. On the one hand - she's growing up 🥰. On the other? She's growing up!!!! 😨

• Bullet was frankly one of the WORST. Buggy was, to him, Baby Sister. Shanks was Baby Brother. Nobody, repeat NOBODY, was good enough for his little siblings. He and Roger were on the same page there. It led to some frankly mortifying yet hilarious hijinks.

• Roger was the type of man to get drunk and become COMPLETELY over the top with the love and affection. Buggy and Shanks were equal opportunity snuggle buddies, against their wishes. Shanks would wriggle to get to the booze himself. Buggy would just go limp and whine.

• the first time Buggy met Iva, she was starry eyed and scared. Roger held her hand the whole time, even as he threatened Ivankov with every single thing he could imagine, all sweet faced and menacing. That was how they found out Buggy's Devil fruit made her immune to piercings as well. She'd have to transition the old fashioned way, and use seastone for injections or sutures.

• Buggy actually cried that day.

• Crocus then requested Iva let him have a sample of their feminizing hormone to try his hand at synthesizing for Buggy. It never worked.

• Buggy goes on to find ways of transitioning that she can actually safely do, and Iva even goes on to reach out to other medical professionals to find options. If one girl couldn't be helped with their Devil fruit, who else was there? Who else needed the extra assistance? It inadvertly starts a wave in the medical community.

It's late and I'm running on fumes so nini for now okay ily baiiii

[conscbgb]

I came across this video where Taeyong was explaining the inspiration behind the song "Love is a Beauty" and what he said left me with a deep sadness...for him...for all of them because I think the situation is more or less the same for them all...

We know how the k-pop industry works (and we know it sucks) but listen to a grown up, talented, hard working, brilliant, caring man of 28 years old saying that he "actually don't know about love" should make you think...especially their fans...what he, all 9 of them, give up in the name of their dream are 2 of the most important things that we are gifted in life : Love & Freedom.

And it's something that when you are 17 yo you can endure, you tell yourself "It's ok! I wanna become this or that...it's a big sacrifice but it's my dream"...when you are 28 you endure it anyway but...it's different...

The Love they get from their families, real friends, band mates,working team, fans is a totally different thing from the love you get from that 1 right person for you, that one who loves the REAL you, the natural and "imperfect" YOU, who support you anyway, your "Ride or Die" together, not because you are a worldwide famous singer/artist and the allure that comes with it!

Part of the reason they are forced to put Love in stand-by is because of the fans (the toxic/psycho ones obv) because God forbid if the news of one of them dating gets out! All the hate they receive...the company who rush to explain that the news is not true while going to repremend that poor one who was "caught" goin' out 🙈 and all of this for what?? They are grown men, they should be able to live their lives and that little free time they have in the best possible way for them!

But it doesn't work that way...their freedom is put on hold too! And not only because the company exploit them and their talent as much as they can, making them work literally 24/7 365 days a year especially during the promoting season, they can't use their freedom in absolute private matters too... like getting a tattoo! They can't get a tattoo without fans "consent": it's literally their skin!! What do you mean they should ask fans before do it?? Fu€k it!! I would tattoo my whole body like Michael Scofield just to piss those "fans" off 🤣

They can't smoke...thank God they "limit" themselves with smoke because with all the pressure the company/audience/themselves put upon their beings I would be high all the time just to get throught it...

The way they can't almost interact with women in front of cameras (or in general because they are literally haunted from stalkers) it's insane in my opinion and the company should take action more often to protect them! And it's equally shocking the fact they can't interact the way they really want between them (band mates) because if one of them look or talk in a certain way to the one he is not "shipped" with from fans ➡️ hate

This album and tour mean a lot to them and to us because we know what is gonna happen starting from next year...so please: let the guys enjoy this experience to the fullest! Support them! Let them Live! RESPECT THEM! They deserve it 🙏😉

Video credit @neocrushtech on TT

[cloverskentwells]

cloveglimmer headcanons, mainly platonic but with them who knows! second favorite ship next to clato :) i have multiple variations of how i see their dynamic from stepsiblings (those headcanons are not listed here) to platonic best friends to being in a relationship but for simplicity this list is exclusively platonic

literally ride or die best friends. people who say they hate each other/pit them against each other you don't know them like I do and you are wrong !!

they worship the movie Jennifer's Body and will watch it together countless times, it's their comfort Friday night movie after school/work at their little weekly sleepovers

both are swifties, went to the eras tour concert together and have lil matching friendship bracelets, reputation album x lover album energy off the charts

they are bed sharers. glimmer is a cuddler but she wants to respect clove's space since she knows clove is very guaded and introverted which is why clove really appreciates it and ends up being the one to initiate cuddles

glimmer wants to hold hands and clove is like what the fuck I'm not doing that shit in public because she doesn't like having a heart and showing feelings to other people

in my high school au they do link arms though but it takes clove a minute before she'll allow glimmer to do that

grumpy x sunshine dynamic for them of course except glimmer is like not the kindest version of sunshine she's a bitch and that's what clove admires about her. I mean sunshine more in the sense that glim is extroverted and happy to go outside and talk to people and have a positive outlook on life while clove is very reserved and quiet and super guarded with who she'll let in

clove liked being at glimmer's house more growing up because she didn't really want to be at her own, not because of a bad home situation/parental abuse, she just found the energy of glimmer's house more soothing.

they don't go to the same college but end up being roommates after. clove goes to nursing school and glimmer decides to be an influencer which is really fucking annoying for clove but somehow it works because glimmer remains down-to-earth, normal, polite, respectful of their shared space, etc.

when either of them are dating someone else the one not in the relationship third wheels, in a respectful way that gives them space and alone time as needed/when asked for, but people who have a problem with clove or glimmer tagging along occasionally at a reasonable recurrence for group activities of the three of them don't last long in the relationship.

I don't know much about alcoholic beverages but clove liking red wine for the blood color and vodka for that harsh taste, glimmer liking white wine because it's... idk "pretty" (can you tell i have never touched a drink in my life). and those little purple/pink drinks. anyways they have drinking hangout sessions every saturday in their shared apartment and catch up on their week

they sometimes have their conflicts because clove thinks glimmer is very charmed and privileged despite being well meaning and glimmer is resentful of clove being emotionally closed off and not wanting to talk about her feelings

glimmer wanted to get matching tattoos clove said okay but can we do something less permanent to our bodies

clove takes every opportunity to fall asleep on glimmer's shoulder and will use her as a pillow, even in like the middle of a conversation with another person. clove just passes out on glim and glim continues talking and the other person knows better than to comment

i also found this picture that describes them

[terresdebrume]

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Guadeloupe! (It’s a tiny French island in the Caribbean.) It’s warm and beautiful, and that’s the place that made me appreciate the beauty of hiking, even though I never did manage to get into it after that x)

It’s also where part of my family is from so that helps too :D

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

I’m really proud of how much I’ve grown as a person these past few years. I’m proud of the fact that I’m still standing even though it sometimes felt like I wouldn’t be able to.

Also I’m proud of my writing to be honest. I think that’s the most solid ‘I’m good at this’ part of my life and it was the cornerstone of me building any kind of self esteem. I hope I get even better as time goes by :D

Favorite books?

I think the Hunger Games books are the ones I reread the most often (sidebar: I absolutely recommend you read Spin Control by Trovia in this fandom. It’s still pretty high on my ‘Introducing people to quality fanfic’ list!)

That being said, Pride and Prejudice is also a big favorite! A lot of my favorite stories are fanfics, though, it’s my favorite medium x)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

My cats, my goddaughter, my niece, my friends 😊

Favorite thing about your culture?

The fact that we’re used to pushing back against authority (make fun of the French all you want for striking all the time, we sure do it a lot and even too much at times, but sometimes it’s useful to have a coworker who’s not afraid to be frank xD)

Also: how affordable books are! I miss paying only 5-10 euros for pocket-format paperbacks, especially when I can’t find anything under 13 dollars here ;_;

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Last year, and late in the year at that! Although whether I’ve really joined the fandom is debatable, given how bad I am at socializing, but I’ve definitely written fic xD

What can I say, I watched this show twice before I caught the fic/shipping bug for it! Now I’m trying to decide whether I can actually watch The Pacific without damaging my mental health because I am not a gore fan xD

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

None so far, though I’m still looking around for Bill Guarnere and Babe Heffron’s book…and I’d like to get my hands on David Webster’s book as well, if I can. Not that the others aren’t interesting to me, but I’d say these are the two at the top of my list.

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

To my own surprise, I had a hard time deciding between Webster, Guarnere and Liebgott for this one! But I think David is the one that rotates the most in my mind, and I do absolutely love his whole “Can you believe I said that?” bullshit when he gets shot like, man what are your priorities xD

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

Well, I’m coming up on a million words of fanfiction published on AO3, the most recent works being largely Band of Brothers fic, but I also occasionally fiddle on Canva to make fic covers!

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

I think I still have to answer Tom Hiddleston, and Thor (the first one).

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

I do love Mika’s lyrics in Rio: “Maybe I’ll be myself when I’m somebody else.”

It really resonates with me, and if I’m going to tattoo any words on my body it’ll be those.

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

When I go cross eyed I can make it look like my eyes move independently like a chameleon’s.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

Beta reader, cheerleader, whichever you prefer! I have too many fics on the backburner tbh! Right now I’m trying to wrestle the one where modern AU!Don Malarkey and David Webster met on Grindr, disliked each other too much to actually sleep together, but accidentally become ride or die friends anyway x)

Three things that make you smile?

I’m going to count my cats as only one thing, even though there’s three of them :P

Whenever my students compliment me.

The smell of rain on a hot road or warm grass.

And, because I can: swimming in a river/lake it hot weather.

Any nicknames you like?

I would describe myself as largely indifferent to nicknames on the whole? I’m fine with Matt tbh, I picked it myself and it’s only one syllable so it works x)

I do have two people who refer to me by a (different) nickname though, and I would feel very strange if they stopped ;_;

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

Well, @almost-a-class-act, who tagged me, is a pretty nice presence :D I'm also always happy to see posts from @formerlyknownas-delight, @liesmyth (enjoying the Italian blogging at the moment even if I don't understand most of it), @lectorel, @nemainofthewater and @talysalankil

Lately, I've also really enjoyed the works of @renegadepublishing, @fuckyeahgoodomens and @atlaculture

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Freeze and try to be as quiet as possible? Probably slowly kill myself with stress over my cats’ wellbeing.

Favorite movie?

The Lord of the Rings trilogy, but also The Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of the Desert.

Do you like horror movies?

No D:

Tag list: @ronsparky @cinnamonmalarkey @1waveshortofashipwreck and whoever else wants to do this :D

[mockerycrow]

Hi there, can I request a "who do you ship me with" for the COD boys.

Personality-wise, I consider myself abit of a loner. Not really interested in making friends but is willing to work with people if necessary. I do not really go out that much unless I have family or friends invite me to something. That mainly comes from my not so trusting nature and tendency to keep people at a distance. Though, when I am close with someone, I will be their ride-or-die. Need a ride home? Get in my car. Need moral support? I'll be the best hype man ever seen.

I've never been the most empathetic person, but I do genuinely care for those I hold dear though I have a hard time showing it. I operate mostly on logic but will always consider emotions as a factor. That might be mainly because I'm autistic.

I have some special interests. (biology, history, literature, etc...) I also like listening to music (i adore rock music but i like all genres), drawing, painting my nails, playing video games, and buying new piercings.

I'm more of a follower than a leader but I'm willing to step up when necessary. That's because I tend to be quite spontaneous and not plan things through. (Basically I fuck around and find out).

My temper greatly depends on how I'm feeling. But at most days I'm as cool as a cucumber. Like people however, I have my off days. In these kinds of days, I get irritated easily but try to push it down which just makes me hella passive-aggressive and cold. I am self-aware enough to sense this and I'll apologize to whoever got offended when I calm down.

I'm 4'11, semi-tan skin (I'm from the Philippines where that's considered to be hella pale) and have some muscle in my body even though I rarely work out. I have pitch black hair in an undercut and dark brown eyes. I have alot of piercings and a few tattoos. My wardrobe is a hot pot of different things but it can be summarized to "gay vampire that's a biker gang leader"

Sorry if it's too long, I ramble alot. Have a nice day!

I ship you with…

Captain John Price!

These are temporarily closed. I am answering the ones I had in my inbox from when I opened them last time. Please do not request one right now. Thank you.

I think you two would get along pretty well. Price values your logic over emotion very much, it’s useful if one of you two begin to have an issue in the relationship.

Price would constantly invite you where ever he goes, although he makes it clear you have a choice to stay home.

He’s very aware that you’re not much a people person.

Price, in my mind, due to his military service, is also a ride-or-die type of person.

The military tears you away from your individuality and makes you think in a team sense instead of a individual sense, so of course he would.

In turn, you would do anything for each other.

Price would love to hear you talk about your special interests!

He appreciates that you can see when you were in the wrong with your tone, and he does the same. He has a bit of a temper too!

[leighdubbo]

CHAPTER TWO:

Niamh was... Something else. She was witty but failed all her classes. She loved watercolour, scetching and being rude to bullies.

She had a mildy wavy short hairstyle. Like she stuck her head out the window on a car ride and just flattened it with her hands. It was deep auburn but she liked dyeing the tips red. It barely reached her chin. She had a cute oval face and a near-pear-shaped body. She was so pretty.

Demeter liked gardening. Niamh liked painting. They were made for each other...

But Niamh was Christian, and Demeter knew what Christians thought of the gays and such. She still had a five centimetre scar on her lower shin to prove it. On days where she wore shorts, she would put temporary tattoos of flowers on the scar and over her legs.

You could imagine her surprise when Niamh asked what she thought of LGBTQ+. Of course, she panicked and told her Christian friend she was gay and that she had a crush on her.   I'm doomed. Yikes.

"Nah is fine, I'm chill with it."

That was....unexpected. How does she react? Frick. Uhhh...

"Okay" NO YOU FOOL. YOU ABSOLUTE WEED. UGHHHH.. PATHETIC EXCU-nope none of those thoughts.

Demeter pushed those thoughts to the back of her brain. Not today, mental illness.

The bell rang. Saved by the bell.

"Gwaine and Morgana and not an acceptable ship!" She heard a classmate argue. The response he got was

  "They're enemies! Enemies to lovers, 700k on my desk tomorrow please and thank you. Also Merlin dies."

"WHY"

"Because I like fucking with you."

Demeter flinched. Swearing had... It gave her bad memories. Let's leave it at that.

Humanities flew by fast, just notes on world war one. Math followed, along with teary eyes. Math can die.

At recess, she met up with Nee at their usual spot.

"Anything for lunch?" Niamh asked. Their usual ritual.

"A bruised apple from a random guys gardens that fell on the footpath and a stale bread roll, you?" Demeter asked, praying that Niamh had enough to eat. Last night's dinner was...pitiful. More than usual.

"Bunnings sausage that I nicked, can of Pasito TM, a beetroot I found on my walk up that new hiking trial yesterday. Cleaned and sliced it this morning", Niamh grinned, as if she were proud. She should be, beetroots were great.

Demeter blushed, looked down at her stale roll and picked at it. She was so pretty when she smiled like that.  She smiled only at her like that. She was her only friend so that fit. Her eyes lit up and she didn't care that her teeth were a tiny bit crooked. She stomach fluttered and she couldn't suppress a smile of her own.

God- she was smitten for this girl. What could she do? But cry inside.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Being a Slytherin and Dating Fred Weasley

masterlist

HP masterlist

-Fred,,,,,didn’t know how to deal with having feelings for a Slytherin 

-my dude was so lost. 

-it began when he was eleven, you were both first years.

-Around your fifth year, you and Ginny were talking about how a guy said you were too intimidating to be with. You jokingly looked at Fred and went, “could you fall for a woman like me?” 

“I already have.” He said without missing a beat. 

-You’re a Prefect. He adores you. 

-He was shocked to find out you were a nerd. And, that you had to wear glasses or else you couldn’t see. When he found out you couldn’t see without help, he designed a pair of glasses to stay on your face on the quidditch field. He also charmed them to stay clean and adjust as your prescription changed. 

-He began working on them your second year. They still weren’t perfected until your sixth year. 

-He gave them to you as a one year anniversary gift, you cried. 

-He panicked. 

-He was worried he had insulted you, when he asked what was wrong you just went, “this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me.” 

-His heart melted. 

-He also won points with your family with the invention. Especially your dad. 

-His nickname for you is “hissy.”

-The nickname has caused several questions which Fred and you just shrug off. It’s a secret as to how the name came to be. 

-He has bi-wife energy. 

-You were muggle born, you came from a non-slytherin family (the first member to be a Slytherin that your family tree knows of). 

-They all knew it was your ambition that got you into your house. You also hated being a follower, you were a born leader. You also had a poisonous bite, your comments have been known to make others dislike you. You spoke your mind when someone was rude. 

-Molly immediately accepted you in their family despite your house. As well as Arthur. 

-You were protective over his siblings. After not having a good relationship with your own, you adopted his. 

-Ginny loved having another girl around all the time, Hermione can’t stay all summer but you can.  

-Ron liked seeing someone give Fred and George shit. Plus, whenever their pranks were too hard on Ron, you always said something. 

-Percy doesn’t necessarily dislike you, he's just a priss. But only you and his family can call him a priss, if someone else does it that’s when you jump in. Percy knows that when it comes down to it, you’re a ride or die for their family, so he accepts you. 

-George was the only one who wasn’t surprised when you and Fred announced you two were dating. He had been shipping you guys since day one. 

-Bill and Charlie had known about you because of Molly. She wrote them letters about how Fred was clearly in love with a Slytherin girl named Y/N. They were wary, then when they saw how you treated Fred and the rest of their family, they liked you. 

-Molly has a muggle camera, she enjoys taking random pictures of her family. 

-She’s taken thousands of you and Fred. Her favorite is one that was taken after christmas. You and Fred were lying on the couch. His head was on your chest, your hand had stilled in his hair. You both were passed out. 

-There’s also many of you two just laughing at each other. Eyes crinkled, mouths open in silent laughs. 

-Speaking of laughs. He loves yours. 

-It ranges from absolute cackling, silent shakes, wheezes, screaming laughing. He loves it. 

-He makes it his mission to make you smile once a day. 

-You have a familiar. She is tattooed on your body. When you were born, your family got her for you. She grew as you did. 

-You had a snake, not a death eater snake or a snake like Nagini. A snake that protected your family. Her name was Mushu. 

-Mushu could transform into a massive snake, one that could swallow the Dursleys if she wanted. On your skin, she was as tiny as a garden snake. She chose her size. She had black scales, but in the light they turned chrome. 

-When you and Fred started dating, you were extremely worried as to how he would react to you having a snake on your body. You were so worried you couldn’t hide it from him. 

-Fred was fascinated by Mushu, Mushu’s favorite place was to lay on your breasts, it was soft for her. She also loved your back because she could spread out. If you slept on your stomach, Mushu would go on your back. Fred would trace her scales at night. 

-But when you told him about her, you were petrified. 

-One night in your dormitory (your roommates were out and you use a charm to get Fred up there) he could see your leg shaking, you were having an anxiety attack about it. Which caused Mushu to get more restless. 

He knows by now about your tells when having an anxiety attack, like dissociating. 

He set a hand on your knee, “what’s wrong hissy?” 

“I...I have a secret, Freddie.” You said, with tears in your eyes. “You don’t have to tell me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He knew it wasn’t anything involving you cheating. He knew you well enough. 

“No, I want to, I’m just really scared as to how you’re going to react. But before we move farther in this relationship, you need to know.”

“Okay. Whatever it is, it’s safe with me.” 

“Okay, I have a...familiar on my body.”

“What?” He had only heard legends about such creatures. 

You nodded, “she was given to me as a baby, my parents didn't know what the world held out there, because they knew...they knew you-know-who was around. So they contacted a well known witch with familiars, and they bought her for me. A familiar has to be bonded with an infant or else it won’t connect well. The two have to grow up with each other.”

You were gauging his reaction, he nodded for you to continue. You smiled, your hand absentmindedly going to your chest. “Her name is Mushu. I called her Moo as a toddler because I couldn’t pronounce her name. She’s a snake.” 

“Okay.” He nodded. 

“....Okay? You’re...okay with this?” 

He shrugged, “it’s a part of your body, Y/N. I love it no matter what.”

You smiled, your shoulders relaxing, “you want to see her?” 

“Absolutely.” 

You looked down your sweatshirt, “Moo, you gotta move.” You said. 

Mushu, the stubborn beast she is, did not. 

You sighed and looked at him, “she won’t move.” 

“Where is she?” 

“In between my tits.” 

His eyes widened, “you don’t have to show me.” His cheeks were bright red. 

“I will if you’re okay with it.” 

He nodded, “whatever you want to do.” 

You smiled and gripped your hoodie. You pulled it from your head, trying not to blush as Fred was seeing a lot of you for the first time. You were wearing a bra, but still. 

You didn’t know how Fred would react. He gazed at you, you could tell he was trying extremely hard to not look right at your boobs. Her body rested between your breasts. Her tail had curled around your stomach, her tail dipping beneath the band of your sweatpants. Her neck was around yours, her head coming down to rest on the swell of your breast. 

He took one look at her and went, “she’s beautiful.” 

You sighed, “I love you.” 

“And I love you.” He said kissing you. He pulled away, “why were you scared?”

“Because, I’ve never shown her to any partner I’ve had. And I like you a lot more than I like those exes.” You smiled. “Not going to lie, I’m also not the biggest fan of my body, but she helps me with that. With owning it.” 

“You’re absolutely exquisite. No matter your size or what beauties grace your body.” At that comment Mushu’s head shimmied. He smiled at her, “they make you who you are.” 

“And that is?” 

“The love of my life.” 

[candycane-hockeymom]

Dear Author of the Hockey Holidays 2022 fic exhange

Thank you for participating and yay for writing for me! I’ve always been super excited about every gift fic I have received, and I’m looking forward to the privilege of receiving the fic that you want to write.

That said, some guidelines on my preferences as a reader and some reasons why I chose the pairings in my request below.

Likes: good writing. Characters with dubious morals but maybe sort of a good heart. I love good characterization and character dynamics, be it romance, porn or a gen fic studying personal development of an athlete in his sports career or group dynamics of a sports team.

As themes/tropes I like friends to lovers, fuckbuddies to lovers, and any kind of scheming, pwp, Locker room gang bangs, Winner’s room. I love equal partners, but I also find status imbalances & age and size differences HOT.

Dislikes: a/b/o, mpreg, tentacles, body horror, gore, rule 63, suicide/self harm. Not very much into BDSM AU either but I do like kinky elements in smut. I don’t want to see any mentions of Alexander Ovechkin. No slander of irl SO's or writing them as villains, but I’m OK with them existing in the story, even if it involves cheating. I'm not a fan of hockey fights.

About AU:s: I’m more into mundane, realistic AU:s than fantasy / magical / etc but have read some great fics with magical realism so if supernatural elements make you tick as a writer and make this the fic you want to write, I’ll be looking forward to the result.

A plot heavy thriller or action story would also be exciting to read, so if you have some ideas for a crime AU fic in a film noir atmosphere, go ahead! Soldiers, secret agents, spies, cops, mobsters, detectives...

In general, Sebastian Aho is my favorite player and the favorite character to read about. I’d love to see the confident, at times even cocky, sassy, pushy and dominant, leader that the 25-year old has grown into, in fic form. If you want to, you can add in or refer to other Sepe pairings if that fits your fic idea: I like polyamory, open relationships and slutty characters sleeping around. The only pairing I’m not into  is Sepe/Seth Jarvis (yes there’s some great fic for them but Jarvy doesn’t attract me at all and I don’t ship them)

I’m very attracted to Brent Burns at the moment; the way he moves and carries his big body looks so effortlessly strong, and his personality seems great.

Prompts for requested pairings:

Sebastian Aho/Teuvo Teravainen: my hockey otp. I like them both as friends and as lovers; new teammates to ride-and-die friends to lovers embodies it all. I love their bond. I love love, friendship and mutual appreciation. They're besties! They're boyfriends! They’re the Finnish Connection! They're husband and his little housewife who have grown into a bosslady/laid back skill dude power couple!

Brad Lambert/Blake Wheeler:  Wheeler lost his C, Lambert wasn't drafted higher than 30th after rumours of attitude and ego problems in Finland. Both may hold a grudge for life itself and be willing to take it out on someone who just happens to be there. Dubious consent? Problematic abuse of power dynamics? Not a problem. But, if you prefer to write a healthy, healing gen fic, it's just as welcome as unhealthy darkfic.

Sebastian Aho/Brent Burns. Two hot bodies. Two star players. Age and size difference. Brent’s tattooed thighs. 

Sebastian Aho (b. 1997)/Justin Williams Sebastian loves his role model ok?

Sebastian Aho (b. 1997)/Rod Brind'Amour/Justin Williams: Sebastian loves his role models.

Sebastian Aho (b. 1997)/Rod Brind'Amour: Do I have to repeat myself?

Brent Burns/Carolina Hurricanes ensemble: Gen fic about getting settled in a new team (sports or AU) or a welcome bang of some sort, your choice. Or getting settled with the team and having a budding romance with one of the players, that’s fine too! Or even a love triangle, player 1 is interested in Burnzie but he has hots for player 2...

All of this is just to give you ideas, not to limit your creativity! Have fun writing and take care of yourself, Happy Hockey Holidays!

This is my hidden side Tumblr. The actual ones are @caixxa (main) and @badhockeymom (hockey).

If you have more questions, anon ask on any of these blogs works.

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yizhan fic rec (2)

part 1

glute bridges by sunstainedsheets

[explicit, 29k, complete]

personal trainer and dancer yibo and graphic designer xiao zhan. GYM AU omg i love this. xiao zhan signs up for a gym membership and personal training sessions where he’s totally not ogling his coach. there’s also a scene with xiao zhan attempting to converse with yibo in korean that got me cackling lmao, our resident koreaboo indeed. it was also great to see mentor yibo here, it reminded me of his prod 101 days when he was so intimidating as a mentor, also... very sexy. anyway i adore this, they’re just thirsting over each other, especially yibo checking out the zhass, it’s okay bobo we’ve all been there

i’d wear gucci for you by Anonymous

[teen and up, 16k, complete]

abo au where alpha yibo and omega xiao zhan are photographed going into xiao zhan’s apartment together so they’re forced to pretend that they’re mated to prevent a scandal. this has become my favourite fics because i’m an absolute sucker for fake/pretend relationships and the way the writer incorporated canon stuff like yibo answering interview questions for xiao zhan ugh guys i love this fic. when yibo was so exasperated near the end and said “i’m wearing gucci for you” & waving his hand i really lost it. JUST READ THIS I PROMISE IT’S A GOOD READ

if you would only let you by gdgdbaby

[explicit, 32k, complete]

ah where do i even start with this one? xiao zhan gets drunk and texts yibo, yibo shows up at his house and whisks him away on a road trip. i felt so much emotions reading this fic, everything was so raw and it really deals with the pressures of being famous and homophobia. this is a super realistic fic and there’s a lot of emotional hurt/comfort, you’ll literally end up wanting to wrap these two in a big blanket and just protect them from the world (lol like we don’t already want to do that). my absolute favourite part was the confession scene, like it was so messy and funny, and it’s just so them, especially the pokemon part lmao. this art is based on that scene and it’s exactly how i imagined it 🥺 this is just so well written and it’s one of my favs!

love in the time of coding by theivoryflute

[explicit, 26k, complete]

hacker yibo and cyber security engineer xiao zhan. yibo cyber flirts with xiao zhan and also flirts with him in real life. *SCREAMS* i never thought we’d have a hacker au in the fandom but i’ve been blessed, this was literally the cutest online romance fic with a bunch of mutual pining. my favourite dialogue is “the whiplash from wanting to ride yibo to wanting to coddle him was severe” i’m literally wheezing, this is a perfect representation of the fandom, also the usernames that yibo picked got me cackling there’s one in particular that made me laugh, you’ll know what it is when you see it so go read this gem!

Peace & Love by ella_minnow

[explicit, 51k, complete]

my favourite writer is back again with this baby! idol dance captain xiao zhan and non-famous dancer yibo!!! ARE WE KIDDING? slow burn sdoc au? I’M SO IN WTF. guys listen to me. yibo has a low ponytail and arm tattoos *goes feral* one of my favourite scenes from this fic is when xiao zhan had to convince yibo to join his team (bro. he didn’t even have to try) because yibo says “no, Xiao-laoshi. I would of course never leave you.” i’m screeching, totally gave me tgcf hua cheng vibes. my absolute favourite scene, however, is when yibo says xiao zhan doesn’t have to worry about sending him home because he’s going to win everything... like... the sheer bde this man exudes in real life and fiction... very sexy of him. i also love how this showcases how well they work together and of course the *whispers* celebratory sex!

Hyacinth by stickyriceu

[explicit, 76k, complete]

racer yibo celebrates after a competition and meets hyacinth’s number one host, zhan-er. slow burn with LOTS of pining and angst. i finished this in one sitting and i’m still screaming over it, it’s so good!!! genuinely felt my soul leave my body reading this because zhan zhan with shoulder length hair? tied up in a messy bun? *SCREECHES* everyone go read and get your angst on, don’t worry, there’s a happy ending ;)

Song of the Sea by LaMachina17

[explicit, 48k, complete]

mermaid xiao zhan and pirate yibo !!! xiao zhan meets yibo and has one very exciting night with him so he ends up following him aboard their pirate ship! i’m literally on my knees praising this fic. i will re-read this until i die, it’s perfect. AND THEY’RE CAT DADS IN THIS FIC TOO. seriously i don’t need to say anything else go read this gem

The Dragons by MadFilaments

[explicit, 31k, complete]

xiao zhan is his village’s marriage offering to dragon lord yibo. are you kidding me? shapeshifter yibo? arranged marriage fic? YES. this is one of my favourites, i always re-read it because the way their relationship just naturally progresses in the story warms my heart 😩 AND they call each other husband and i just *melts* they’re ! so ! domestic ! there’s angst but it’s not too bad and i’m in love with yibo’s speech about how dragons love forever *cries*

golden hour by Deinde

[explicit, 35k, complete]

professional snowboarder yibo teaches actor xiao zhan how to snowboard in a show! OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD *SCREAMS* it’s literally just them flirting and being absolutely thirsty for each other, especially in the photoshoot scene dear lord. i’m so annoying, this fic tab has been open in my safari for forever and i forgot about it until i watched ddu’s snow sports episode so don’t do the same thing as me and go! read! this! fic! immediately!

Falling In Love by beeswaxing

[mature, 65k, complete]

celebrities yibo and xiao zhan star in a we got married/hello baby inspired reality show! oh my god. the domestic fluff in this i am reeling, THIS IS JUST ADORABLE. this is definitely the domestic kid fic i so desperately needed 😭 and the way the writer added in those canon bjyx details is just perfect, everyone go read this please!!

Legend of the Jade Rabbit: The Musical by emma_screams

[explicit, 12k, complete]

high school au with lion hybrid yibo and bunny hybrid xiao zhan. this fic has musicals! it’s really quite fluffy, yibo literally calls zhan zhan “bunny gege” and i’m just *SCREECHING* also i love protective yibo 😭 i really love this it’s so cute & has a very refreshing plot!

pick me, pick me up by domeeneec

[mature, 10k, complete]

college/uni wrong number au where xiao zhan keeps accidentally calling yibo to bail him out of his bad dates and yibo ends up becoming his “personal dating assistant” this was the FLUFFIEST. although there is some light angst when xiao zhan drunk dials yibo and cries about not being able to find love, but i swear this is super soft and fluffy!!! READ THIS FOR SEROTONIN

Ruby and Gold by aces_low

[explicit, 16k, complete]

mob boss xiao zhan and his trophy husband yibo. HELLO? MURD3R HUSBANDS YIZHAN? this was such a fun read! trigger warnings for blood and violence though so look out for those! yizhan will literally not hesitate to beat you tf up in this fic they’re so badass here but they’re so soft with each other. xiao zhan literally calls yibo gǒu zǎizǎi and tiánxīn i am. Melting. also there’s a proposal. it’s unromantic but still so romantic, i love it. i also saw this art and i think this would be how they look in the fic

To Be Human by purplemonster

[teen and up, 19k, complete]

humanoid yibo and ceo xiao zhan. xiao zhan tests out his company’s newest creation and falls in love along the way. android aus always hurt me so. good. and this one’s not an exception. it’s pretty slow burn and definitely angst-y but it has a happy ending! i love the domesticity, i have no idea why i love grocery scenes so much? but anyway this is perfect for a rainy day and you’ll coo at the ending

Falling by brooklinegirl

[explicit, 42k, complete]

yb and xz behind the scenes while filming. this was such a melancholic read for me (even though there’s so much papapa) because they pine SO HARD at the start, don’t get me wrong though, it’s also cute because there’s so much canon flirting!but my heart really broke when filming was ending and yb’s thoughts were “We could run away together. Miss our flights. Stay here in Hengdian, or fuck it, go somewhere where no one knows us and just...” *sobs* pls go read!!!

What’s Your Emergency? by bluefloral

[general, 2k, complete]

police officer yibo and single father xiao zhan! yuan, xiao zhan’s son calls 911 for help with his math homework and officer yibo helps him 🥺 this was such an adorable short read!

[sassycassie-s-writing]

My Favorite Smile

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (this one has a couple ✨swear words✨ in it lol. I don’t usually write them out, but sometimes you just gotta say what you mean)

Original Idea: X (Obsessed with this channel right now)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) 2,182 words... it’s a longer one again. I casually wrote this in, like, two hours. @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

^^^^^

Holding his coffee and croissant, Jason looked around the crowded café for a place to sit. Every table was occupied by at least one person, and the rules of personal space in public said the couches were full, with one person sitting on either end.

His eyes fell on a table with a single occupant.

His heart stuttered to a stop. Wait… is that her? Damn, she looks good this time. He scoffed at himself. Who am I kidding? She looks good every time. Should I talk to her? Should I tell her? She didn’t believe me last time… and I don’t know if I can stand another lifetime without her… but last life we didn’t meet till I was almost fifty. I really wasn’t expecting to find her this early.

He straightened up and strode over to her table. “Excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? The café’s pretty crowded and the other tables are full.”

She looked up and Jason’s brain stopped working as she met his eyes. She was just as incredible as she always was. Thousands upon thousands of years, and he still never got over how beautiful she was. “Sure, go ahead,” she said with a smile before going back to her phone.

—

“I’m Jason, by the way,” the man said, sitting down.

I glanced back up and gave him my name in return.

He smiled. He had a handsome smile. Just looking at him… something tugged in the back of my mind. “That’s a pretty name,” he said.

My ears warmed and I looked away. “Thanks,” I muttered. I looked back at him. “Sorry if this sounds… weird—but have we met before?” I cringed but smiled. If we had…oh it’d be so embarrassing if I’d forgotten him. And a man as handsome as him—how could I have forgotten?

But a look of delight crossed his face, before being replaced by one of neutrality. “Not in this lifetime,” he replied.

“Kind of an odd way to word it,” I remarked before I could overthink whether that sounded really rude or not.

Jason’s ears turned red. “Well… yeah I guess so. Sorry.” He looked down at his coffee cup and croissant and chose to take a sip of his drink. After swallowing, he looked back up at me. “This is probably gonna sound really creepy, but please just hear me out for a few minutes. Do you believe in soulmates?”

I reached up and scratched an itch just behind my ear. “I mean… kind of? I think maybe they exist for some people, and other people could be matched equally well with multiple potential partners,” I said.

His shoulders slouched with a sigh of what might have been relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. He met my eyes. “Because… we’re soulmates. You and I. Sometimes—very rarely—two people are so destined to be together, that they’re reborn over and over to stay together throughout thousands of years’ worth of lifetimes. Sometimes we both remember, sometimes only one of us does. I don’t think there’s ever been a lifetime where neither of us remember. Besides the first, I guess. Back when we didn’t know we’d be reborn. We never look the same twice—different bodies, different backgrounds. But we always have the same soul.”

A reasonable person would have thought he was making up a really long, bad pickup line. But I stared at him with rapt attention. Like some missing puzzle piece I’d been looking for my entire life fell into place. It just sounded… right.

“How do we find each other, if we look different every time?”

He took a deep breath. “Well… when one or both of us remember, we can… kind of sense it? Kind of see it? Like, right now, I see you, but I also see every face of yours that I’ve seen across every lifetime.” He cleared his throat. “Sometimes we don’t. Find each other, I mean. The distance between where we’re born or the timing of our rebirths keep us apart. But there’s only been… three of those, if I remember right.” He laughed. “So glad you believed me this time. It would have sucked if you got a restraining order—because those are a thing now—and I had to spend this life without you.”

I leaned forward, shoving my phone in my pocket. “Tell me more,” I said.

“Where do you want me to start?”

“Um… I don’t know. The beginning? Our first life?”

He nodded. “Ancient Greece,” he said. “Like, really early in Ancient Greece’s history. The gods blessed us. Bound our souls for eternity. Your hair is actually the same color now as it was back then. Kind of a… nostalgic favorite of mine. You’re absolutely stunning every time I see you, but I have some favorites. You do too.”

I snickered. “Oh really? Like what?”

“Well… I always think you’re adorable with dimples or freckles. Green eyes are a favorite of mine too. And your current hair color is my favorite. There were also a few times where you were a little taller than me. Those were nice. You’re most comfortable to hug that way. But, without fail, every single lifetime I see your smile and I think, ‘That one. That one’s my new favorite.’” He chuckled. “As for you, you’ve told me that you like me best with brown eyes—even though you don’t like brown eyes normally. Um… you also like it when my hair is curly.” He gestured to his black hair, slightly curled, with two white curls arcing down the center of his forehead. “You told me… seven lifetimes ago? That you like me best with piercings and tattoos, but when I brought it up last lifetime you said even when I have them I still look like, and I quote, a ‘giant nerd.’”

We both laughed. Jason sighed and shook his head.

“Then again, you said that was your favorite during our pirate lifetime. And I can also say hot damn you looked good with tattoos and a big hat.”

I gasped out a laugh. “We were pirates?”

He laughed too. “Yeah. Well, you were. To start with, anyway. You and your crew were visiting my town and you, absolutely drunk, stumbled into my house. I was a carpenter that time. Thank the gods we both remembered that lifetime or I probably would have shot you. You spent half the night drunkenly blathering about how much you hated my hair when it was long the way it was and that you’d cut it off if I didn’t. The next morning, when you’d sobered up, you apologized. And I’d said it was fine. And… you asked me to come with you. I’ve spent dozens of lifetimes endlessly in love with you. So, like the lovesick fool I am and was, I said yes.

“It… was not a long lifetime. Pirates rarely made it to old age. We were both killed when a Royal Navy ship attacked us. I went down first. You told me in our next lifetime that you single-handedly killed half of that crew’s sailors in revenge even though you knew you’d see me again—because you’d been having so much fun that life and they ruined it. Eventually their captain killed you himself.” He took a bite of his croissant.

It was certainly a lot to take in. But everything he said was so vivid… I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination coming up with the images or… memories that had merely been locked away somewhere deep inside. The sea. The deck of a ship. An octopus tattoo on my left forearm, tentacles reaching to the back of my hand, a similar one on his tanned, scarred neck. Curly auburn hair, a scruffy beard. Brown leather coat and blood under his nails. Pierced ear and eyebrow. A tattoo of a mermaid with a face and wild hair that I knew must have been mine on his right thigh as we found alone time together in my cabin—a pile of leather clothes in a heap on the floor, topped by a big hat with a big feather.

I met his eyes again. “Tell me about another one.”

He smiled. “Well… there was another time I was a soldier. You remembered. I didn’t. I passed through your town on my way to report for duty, and the weather got bad. Your family owned a tavern that doubled as an inn. So, that was where I stayed. You didn’t tell me. I fell in love with you anyway. You would tell me stories and sing for me and make me food in private. When the weather improved, I went off to war and, miraculously, I survived. Even though I spent most of my time that fight thinking about you. I came back to your inn and asked you to marry me. You said yes. We were married soon after. I had to leave a lot. Fighting battles I didn’t care about. Eventually, I came home injured and dying. You held my hand and promised you’d see me soon. I thought you meant heaven or just said it to comfort me. You never told me we were endlessly-reborn soulmates.

“When I was about fifteen my next lifetime, all my memories came back. We both remembered that time, actually. When we ran into each other again we got into such a big argument about you not telling me. Literally picked up right where we left off. Two twenty-year-olds bickering like the old married couple we were. The life after I don’t remember is always a bit of a wild ride as all my memories come back. I imagine it’s similar for you. It’ll be similar for you.”

He reached across the table and took my hand. I squeezed his fingers. Our hands fit together perfectly. I wondered why I’d told him I liked him best with brown eyes when his blue eyes were absolutely gorgeous. “So… what now?” I asked.

He made a face. “Beginnings are always hard when one of us doesn’t remember. Because I have thousands of years of love for you, and you don’t even know me.” His fingers tightened around mine. “I’d like to take you out on a date, if you’ll let me.”

“Does it count as a first date?”

He smiled. It was a sad smile. “It can. It does for this life.”

“Have we… ever had children? Together?”

Jason regarded me thoughtfully. “We have,” he said. “But our bloodlines never last long. Usually we’re lucky to get great-grandchildren. We’re blessed to be together forever, but our families die off quickly. You speculated once that it’s the blessing’s attempt to make sure we’re not reborn into our own bloodline.”

“So we have no living descendants.”

“No. It’d be a little weird if we did. Like ‘Hey, kiddo, you’re our great-great-great-grandson! I know we’re younger than you but trust us!’” Jason laughed.

I could get drunk on that laugh. “I’d… I’d like to go on that date.”

He looked elated—and relieved. “Me too. I’d like to get to know you again.” He glanced around the crowded café. “What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere quiet and I can tell you more stories about our lives? You’ve always been the far superior storyteller, but I learned from the best.”

I smiled. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here. I want to hear everything.”

He helped me to my feet. I gathered my jacket, cup, and phone. “Great. I can’t wait to tell you about the time I was a magician.”

I giggled. “My place or yours?”

“Mine. I have a memento from our most recent past life that I tracked down. I’d like you to have it.”

“What is it?”

Jason didn’t answer immediately. Just held my hand as we left the café. Gotham’s overcast autumn sky was chilly. “I… I want it to be a surprise but I’m also too excited to tell you.” He bit his lower lip, staring at me. “Gah. Fine. It’s your wedding ring. I found it at an antique shop not far from where our oldest niece lived. We didn’t have any kids, last life. We didn’t meet till I was forty-nine and you were forty-three. We both decided it was too late for kids. But I had a few nieces and nephews. Our oldest niece was in charge of our estate. We died in the eighties. But I found your ring. You can use it again, eventually, if you want. Or we can get you a new one.” His face reddened. “I don’t mean to presume. But I don’t know if I can live without you this lifetime after having you for such a short time last life.”

I squeezed his hand. “Let’s try that first date first. I feel this pull toward you I can’t explain, but we’ll build up to the soulmate thing. Okay?” I smiled at him.

—

Jason couldn’t help but stare at her. Those eyes, that stunning face. This one, he thought. This smile is my favorite.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

TUA PIRATE AU

(of the Caribbean? Sort of? I guess?)

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the books/films) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(BEWARE: abuse, murder, pirates and all of their violent shenanigans, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

Luther is the captain of the guard, and pirates are the bane of his existence. He hates Diego most of all, the man who’s stolen unspeakable amounts of gold from Reginald, Luther’s employer. But as annoyed he is at all of the theft, he purposefully never catches Diego, because he knows Klaus loves him. And Luther may be a man of the law, but he’s also Klaus’ beloved brother-in-spirit, even if Reginald wants them to marry each other for some idiotic reason. (Something about getting Klaus to settle down - ha, he can try.) When Klaus disappears, Luther follows him, having no connections left here - and that’s when he meets Allison. And there are copious laws against getting involved with married women and outlaws alike… so Luther starts to think that maybe bending the rules wouldn’t be so bad. (Klaus is so proud.)

Diego grew up poor, and became a pirate in his early teens when Grace took him in. When she fled the colony, Diego went with her, leaving his childhood best friend Klaus behind. He’s got his own fleet and crew now, and mostly uses his scores as excuses to flirt with Klaus, who’s still just as drawn to him after all these years and often sneaks him into his bedroom when Diego’s in town. Diego’s kept in close touch with Lila and Eudora, both of whom he grew up with once Grace took him away, and they both help him when it comes time for him to crash Klaus’ wedding to Luther (fuck you dude) and steal Klaus away for a life at sea. (Klaus absolutely LOVES this. They kiss a lot. They swing from ropes. Klaus is screaming at all the guards as Diego carries him away bridal-style (ha, I’m so funny). It is delightful.) (His ship is a terror they call The Kraken. Ha, get it? Get it - because Diego’s name - and the monster from legend - okay yeah I’ll shut up now.)

Allison is a badass goddess, covered in colorful tattoos with gold in her hair. She was a prostitute for awhile, stealing a bunch along the way, but one day one of the pirate captains who approached her tried to take more than he paid for. She broke both his hands and killed him in cold blood, then defeated his entire crew in a sword fight single-handedly, earning their respect. She now rides with that same crew as their captain, in one of those off-the-shoulder poet-blouse-corset dresses and high brown boots. Ray is a leutinant who’s been chasing her for years, the two of them flirting back and forth forever… but he’ll never catch her. It’s bad form to arrest your wife.

Klaus is the governor’s bastard son, a totally wild spirit who wears dresses all the time, drinks his weight at parties, and has slept with half the town (marriage is not a problem for him, this is Klaus, we all know he is very down for threesomes). He’s stolen half of Reginald’s shit for Diego over the years, and has been sneaking off to see him just as long, completely in love with his pirate king. Though he’s loved others before - Dave, for example, a soldier whose death broke Klaus into give in to Reginald’s plan to marry him off to Luther (who Klaus loves, just, Not Like That™). The day Diego kidnaps him from his own wedding is the best fucking day of his life - okay, no it wasn’t. That was second best. The best day of his life was the day he and Diego watched Diego’s ship and treasure burn and sink into the sea, and Klaus asked him if he was alright, and Diego just shrugged. Said, You’re the only treasure I need, and kissed him like the world was ending. Yeah. That was the best day of his life, because Diego is the best anything in his life.

Five was a pirate queen until he transitioned a few years ago, though only by word of mouth. No one’s ever seen him. Anyone who works for him doesn’t make it a month outside of the job, usually by his own hands, but people keep coming because nobody knows who he is. He sails alone, though he offers Klaus refuge on his boat for a few days under the moniker Aidan, because he knows Diego loves him, and Five actually respects Diego (if only because he respects Lila who he only respects because he respects Eudora). He hates the Handler for leaving him stranded on an island when he was just a child, an unwanted product of her crew’s hard partying, and has vowed to kill her one day for leaving him alone for so long, ageless in misery. He talks to the mermaid on the front of his ship named Dolores and kills without mercy, and when he finally reveals himself as this skinny pale thirteen-year-old with the grandpa haircut, he revels in the looks on his family’s faces as they try to rebuild their blown brain circuits.

Ben loves Klaus more than life itself, which is, in hindsight, probably why he’s dead. Oh who is he kidding, it’s definitely why he’s dead. Klaus is sort of, kind of, maybe, just a little bit a witch, and they hang witches where they’re from. So when they needed someone to blame for the odd happenings Klaus had caused recently, Ben had taken the blame and worn the noose proudly. Klaus still talks to him all the time, his ghost anyway, and it’s fine - but Klaus lives on the sea now, with Diego, and Ben gets seasick like all the time. (And then he steals Davy Jones’ heart and gets trapped as a tentacle monster, which is honestly not that bad. It helps him scare birds, and Ben likes scaring birds.)

Vanya works as the blacksmith’s apprentice, sad and lonely. She’s been having an affair with the duchess Sissy for years, also working as her maid and a nanny for her son Harlan when asked, but mostly she’s alone, with no one else to care for in the world. (And that creep officer Leonard keeps asking her to marry him, which, just. Ew.) When Five shows up, his hands in his pockets, and offers her a way out, well - what else could she possibly do?

Lila is a badass pirate princess who don’t take no shit from anybody. She wears bright pink ballgowns while skewering people like kabobs, which is funny because she’s a well-known maneater. Literally. (Yes I included a Hannibal character in here because it’s my AU and I can do whatever the fuck I want.) She fell in love with Eudora, and thought she had corrupted the kind sergeant until she found out Eudora had been an undercover pirate the whole time, helping Diego smuggle Reginald’s gold and goods in and out of port. (That’s hot as fucking hell, she blurts when she realizes. Fuck, I’m gonna marry this woman.) She has a serious rum problem she will not be addressing and a collection of pet parrots that will forever prevent her and Ben from becoming friends. When she and Eudora get married, it’s in the middle of the pouring rain while thunder and lightning and gunshots crack around them and they’re killing people and shooting canons left and right (because I may not have shipped Will and Elizabeth but by god if their wedding wasn’t the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen). Now if only she could find the king of the pirates… she’s been hunting Five for years, hoping to prove herself to him, but he just… won’t show up.

Eudora is the sergeant in Reginald’s legions, and has been using her position to help Diego pirate goods since before he even left with Grace. She makes a lot of deals with him, having him carry her cargo and speak with her connections in exchange for her keeping an eye on Klaus for him, which to be honest they both know she’d do anyway. She helped Diego get to Klaus’ wedding and kidnap him, confusing the soldiers in pursuit of the bride, and follows them off to sea, finally home. She feels she owes an eternal debt to Klaus for not being able to save Ben from execution, though she tried, almost desperately. She flirts with Lila all the damn time, and believes in magic, wanting to travel the world looking for it. Most importantly, you should know that she will and has killed for a cheeseburger. (I know they weren’t invented yet shut up.)

Reginald is the governor of the colony, and Klaus’ father. He’s an asshole, one who constantly hunts the pirates because his wife Grace left him to be one. He only has one eye because Grace cut the other out viciously in their last fight, and he’s an abusive piece of shit who lives to terrorize and tax people. Pogo is his assistant / advisor / let-me-stand-here-and-give-you-good-advice-that-we-all-know-you’ll-ignore person. Reginald refuses to die before he catches Grace and sees her hanging in the square - something that seems more and more likely by the day. (HA, Grace says. He wishes.)

Grace is the original pirate queen, and lives in legend. She faked her death after living a double life for years, leaving Reginald and taking her son Diego with her. She knows Reginald doesn’t believe in her death, because she cut his eye out and nearly killed him right before she left, but everyone else believes it. She jumped from the bell tower and Klaus himself “went mad with grief” at the sight of her body, though he of course knows she’s alive and keeps up the story for her benefit. She injured Reginald so severely because he killed Ben, knowing that he wasn’t guilty, and that the witch in question had done nothing wrong anyway. She is known to be fiercely protective of her children, and kind in nature despite her ability to kill you using a historic number of methods. Her crew is made up of refugees who she offered shelter and a better life in exchange for their servitude, including Five, for awhile, who was running a scam. She knows who he is, and remembers his face well - but she keeps it to herself. Though she could match him in a fight easily, she has no interest in battling the boy she has grown to love as a son. (She’s also the one who officiates Diego and Klaus’ wedding, but that’s unrelated.)

The Handler is another pirate queen, and Grace’s greatest rival. She has two pistols at her waist and is not afraid to use them, having such deadly aim that she’s never missed a target - except Diego, which she hates him for. Also for encouraging her first mate and daughter Lila to mutiny, but that’s a whole other can of worms. Her ship is followed by an entire shiver of sharks, who let her use them like water skis whenever she wants. She abandoned Five on an island when he was born into her crew, as she hates children with a burning passion. (There are rumors she eats little boys’ bones. They have yet to be disproven.) Hazel is her snivelling first mate and Cha-Cha is her willing servant and second captain, a master at the wheel and with a sword. Agnes is an old psychic (ha, she’s faking it. She’s got no fuckin’ clue where Five is and will continue to lie whenever asked) she keeps in the brig after kidnapping her years ago, hoping to get a read on Five, who the Handler hates for constantly stealing her goods before they even make it to port. (She has no idea he’s the same boy she left on that island all those years ago - he’s certainly not the only child she’s done that to. But countless are out for her blood… almost every person Grace has rescued was left to die on an island by the Handler.) She eventually dies at Klaus’ hand, who plunges a sword through her heart in defense of his family, who she made the fatal mistake of coming after. (It happened in the same rainy battle where Lila and Eudora were married. He was wearing a yellow ballgown.)

Also Jack Sparrow is super great friends with Lila and he’s married to Will Turner who’s honestly so exhausted but gets along great with Ben and Elizabeth is their ace-aro friend who is a goddamn queen and who Diego has a lowkey crush on and Klaus can geek out with for hours. It’s awesome.

[andromeda3116]

so like i said i would do no more explaining but i was kinda jokey with that post when actually no i legit did put thought and purpose into this kanej playlist, so here’s a breakdown of the songs on it and which lyric(s)/to whom it applies. some of them, again, are more about the general vibe, but mostly there’s like. an actual reason i picked these songs.

kaz.

o. (not on spotify) the sewers belch me up, the heavens spit me out, from ethers tragic i am born again. [...] is it bright where you are? have the people changed? does it make you happy you're so strange? and in your darkest hour, i hold secrets' flame. you can watch the world devoured in its pain. --the end is the beginning is the end

i. god money, i’ll do anything for you. god money, just tell me what you want me to. god money, nail me up against the wall. god money, don't want everything, he wants it all. no, you can’t take it, no you can't take it, no, you can’t take that away from me. head like a hole, black as your soul, i'd rather die than give you control. bow down before the one you serve, you’re going to get what you deserve.

ii. there’s a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step i take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. [...] i am just a worthless liar, i am just an imbecile. i will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well. [...] why can we not be sober, i just want to start this over.

iii. i’d walk to you through rings of fire, and never let you know the way i feel. under skin is where i hide the love that always gets me on my knees. [...] i want it now, i want it now. don’t tell me that my ship is coming in. --nothing lasts forever

iv. one: take control of me, you’re messing with the enemy. said it’s two: it’s another trick, you’re messing with my mind. [...] there it goes again, take me to the edge again. all i got is a dirty trick, i’m chasing down the wolves to save you. i tell you i want you, i tell you i need you. the blood on my face, i just wanted you near me. --club foot

v. don’t waste your touch, you won’t feel anything. or were you sent to save me? i’ve thought too much, you won’t find anything worthy of redeeming. [...] reach out and you may take my heart away. --the leaving song, part two

vi. while i waited, i was wasting away, hope was wasting away, faith was wasting away, i was wasting away. [...] inside a crumbling effigy, but you promised. so dies all innocence, but you promised me. --the great disappointment

vii. welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life, done my time and served my sentence, dress me up and watch me die. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight. [...] the crown. so close i could taste it, i see what’s mine and take it. --the emperor’s new clothes

viii. all my friends were glorious, tonight we are victorious. [...] i’m a killing spree in white, eyes like broken christmas lights. my touch is black and poisonous. [...] throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. fifty words for murder, and i’m every one of them.

ix. just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end, just like a memory, it twists me. you land as lightly as the new snow onto the melting boy. you land as gently, you’re so cinematic, bathed in your radiance, i melt. --this celluloid dream

x. i’ll describe the way i feel: weeping wounds that never heal. can this savior be for real, or are you just my seventh seal? no hesitation, no delay, you come on just like special k, now you’re back, the dope demand, i’m on sinking sand. [...] i’ll describe the way i feel: you’re my new achilles heel.

xi. i choose to live and to grow, take and give and to move, learn and love and to cry, kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie, hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through. i choose to live and to lie, kill and give and to die, learn and love and to do what it takes to step through. [...] i’ve been crawling on my belly, clearing out what could have been. --forty-six and two

xii. do you listen to yourself? never live for someone else. do you like the way you feel? nothing hurts when no one’s real. [...] i wanna bullet-proof your soul, would you like to lose control? i won’t let you fall until you tell me so. [...] should have listened when you called my name.

xiii. you have forsaken all the love you’ve taken, sleeping on a razor, there’s nowhere left to fall. your body’s aching, every bone is breaking, nothing seems to shake it, it just keeps holding on. [...] i thread the needle through, you beat the devil’s tattoo.

xiv. i’m insane, but on my toes. i can keep the world balanced on my nose. i had a slumber party with all my foes, now i wear ‘em like a badge of honor on my clothes. if i’m crazy, i’m on my own. if i’m waiting, it’s on my throne. [...] can’t stop me now, i said i got you now. i’m right here at your door, i won’t leave, i want more. --what’s up, danger?

xv. the world is a vampire sent to drain, secret destroyers hold you up to the flames. and what do i get for my pain? betrayed desires and a piece of the game. [...] despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage. --bullet with butterfly wings

xvi. can’t you see i’m sorry? i will make it worth your while. i’m made of dead men’s money, you can see it in my smile. oh, lazarus, how did your debt get paid? [...] when the fires, when the fires are consuming you, and your sacred stars won’t be guiding you, i’ve got blood, i’ve got blood on my name.

xvii. “oh don’t talk of love,” the shadows purr, murmuring me away from you. “don’t talk of worlds that never were, the end is all that’s ever true.” [...] every night i burn, every night i scream your name.

xviii. my heart’s a tart, your body’s rent, my body’s broken, yours is bent. carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed, i lie here charmed. [...] like the naked leads the blind, i know i’m selfish, i’m unkind. sucker love, i always find someone to bruise and leave behind. --every you, every me

xix. it don’t matter, i won’t do what you say. you’ve got the money and the power, i won’t go your way. i can’t take for the people, they don’t matter at all. i’ll be waiting in the shadows, until the day that you fall. [...] kill me if you dare, hold my head up everywhere. --underdog

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inej.

i. i’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm, and the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold. my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones, it keeps my veins hot, the fire’s found a home in me. [...] and i’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me. i’m done with it, oh, this is the start of how it all ends. --yellow flicker beat

ii. just how deep do you believe? will you bite the hand that feeds? will you chew until it bleeds? can you get up off your knees? are you brave enough to see? do you wanna change it?

iii. i know it’s a lie, i want it to be true. the rest of the ride is riding on you. [...] wishing you could keep me closer, i’m a lazy dancer, when you move i move with you. --collect call

iv. don’t look ahead, there’s stormy weather, another roadblock in our way. but if we go, we go together, our hands are tied here if we stay. oh, we said our dreams would carry us and if they don’t fly, we will run. now we push right past to find out how to win what they all lost. oh, we know that we want more, oh, the life we’re fighting for. [...] there are no rules that we can’t break. --disparate youth

v. as i move my feet towards your body, i can hear this beat, it fills my head up and gets louder and louder. i run to the river and dive straight in. i pray that the water will drown out the din. [...] there’s a drumming noise inside my head and it starts when you’re around. --drumming song

vi. shoot me down, but i get up. i’m bulletproof, nothing to lose. fire away, fire away. ricochet, you take your aim. fire away, fire away. shoot me down, but i won’t fall, i am titanium.

vii. you’ve been walking, you’ve been hiding, and you look half-dead half the time. monitoring you, like machines do, you’ve still got it, i’m just keeping an eye. you say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock. i don’t believe any of it.

viii. i’m in need of a savior, but i’m not asking for favors. my whole life i’ve felt like a burden, i think too much and i hate it. i’m so used to being in the wrong, i’m tired of caring. loving never gave me a home, so i’ll sit here in the silence. i found peace in your violence, can’t tell me there’s no point in trying. i’m at one, and i’ve been quiet for too long.

ix. i am running, i will meet you halfway. when i get there, will you be waiting for me? and i’m scared that you don’t feel the same. and after all, just how much can i take? heaven help me, i think i’m in love, i’m all in love with you. ‘cause i can’t help myself, i’m falling down, i’m falling hard for you.

x. i never promised you an open heart or charity, i never wanted to abuse your imagination. i come with knives, i come with knives and agony to love you.

xi. stooped down and out, you got me beggin’ for thread to sew this hole up that you ripped it my head. stupidly think you had it under control. strapped down to something you don’t understand, don’t know what you were getting yourself into. you should have known, secretly i think you knew.

xii. go row the boat to safer grounds, but don’t you know? we’re stronger now. my heart still beats, and my skin still feels. my lungs still breathe, my mind still fears. but we’re running out of time, all the echoes in my mind cry. there’s blood on your lies, the scars open wide. there is nowhere for you to hide, the hunter’s moon is shining. i’m running with the wolves tonight.

xiii. a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. i screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it’s left me blind. the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out, you’ve left me in the dark. no dawn, no day, i’m always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart. [...] i took the stars from my eyes and then i made a map, i knew that somehow i could find the way back. then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness, too. so i stayed in the darkness with you. --cosmic love

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both/and.

i. shed a tear for each soul set free, but that’s what happens when you dance with me. pity the man who stands in my way, i’m a nightmare even in the day. i’d be wise with which words you say, ‘cause they could be the last breath you take. [...] call me a criminal, maybe, baby, i’m an outlaw. you know, i ain’t evil but i ain’t a saint.

ii. it’s my own design, it’s my own remorse. help me to decide. help me make the most of freedom, and of pleasure. nothing ever lasts forever. everybody wants to rule the world. there’s a room where the light won’t find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. when they do i’ll be right behind you.

iii. i know you’ve suffered, but i don’t want you to hide. [...] i want to reconcile the violence in your heart, i want to recognize your beauty’s not just a mask. i want to exorcise the demons from your past. i want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.

iv. you mean that much to me and it’s hard to show. gets hectic inside of me when you go. can i confess these things to you? well, i don’t know. embedded in my chest and it hurts to hold. i couldn’t spill my heart, my eyes gleam looking in from the dark. i walk out in stormy weather, hold my words, keep us together. steady walking but bound to trip, should release but just tighten my grip. night time, sympathize, i’ve been working on white lies. so i’ll tell the truth.

v. i, i came here in day, but i left here in darkness and found you, found you on the way. [...] your sins into me, oh my beautiful one. --silver and cold

vi. you wanna make me bad, make me bad. you wanna pay me back, pay me back. baby, it’s violence, violence. [...] but i like it like that.

vii. hey, baby, can you bleed like me? oh, come on baby, can you bleed like me? you should see my scars.

viii. i’m giving you a night call, to tell you how i feel. i’m gonna show you where it’s dark but have no fear. [...] there’s something inside you, it’s hard to explain. they’re talking about you, boy, but you’re still the same.

ix. you don’t wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies. unaware that i’m tearing you asunder, and there’s a thunder in our hearts, baby. so much hate for the ones we love, tell me we both matter, don’t we? [...] come on baby, come on, come on darling, let me steal this moment from you now. --running up that hill

x. feel my heart burning, deep inside, yearning. i know it is coming. a fettered heart, waking. tainted youth, fading. leave it all behind. delirious again, mesmerize my senses, souls entwine one more time.

xi. there is love in your body but you can’t get it out, it gets stuck in your head, won’t come out of your mouth. sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face, that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste. darling heart, i loved you from the start, but you'll never know what a fool i have been. darling heart, i loved you from the start, but that’s no excuse for the state i am in. --hardest of hearts

xii. it’s fire, it’s freedom, it’s flooding open. it’s the preacher and the pulpit and your blind devotion. there’s something breaking at the brick of every wall, it’s holding all that you know. so tell me do you wanna go? where it’s covered in all the colored lights, where the runaways are running the nights. impossible comes true, it’s taking over you. [...] where the lost get found and we crown ‘em the circus king. --the greatest show

xiii. but if you’re troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things they did. they said now, teenagers scare the living shit out of me. they could care less, as long as someone will bleed. so darken your clothes and strike a violent pose, maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me. 

xiv. we are ready for the siege, we are armed up to the teeth. be careful how you live and breathe, release what’s broken underneath. how many times do you wanna die? how many ways do you wanna die? [...] you used to do a little but a little won’t fly, right before you hit your prime. that’s where we fell in love but not the first time. --the royal we

xv. and how can we win, when fools can be kings? don’t waste your time, or time will waste you. no one’s gonna take me alive. the time has come to make things right. you and i must fight for our rights, you and i must fight to survive. --knights of cydonia

xvi. look at me go, look at me high and low, look at me picking myself back up from the underground. i’ve died a few times before, i know what it’s like when i can’t see the light, i find a light of my own. [...] we were born alone, and we die alone. what a way to go, now i’m on my own. but i’m not sorry, no.

xvii. broken people, hollow and feeble, they’re rolling, rolling up the hill. [...] breaking in, in, in my eyes, i can’t see like this. i can’t let go, please help me down, i can’t be like this. --sweet

xviii. prey on the powerful, masters of the game, we run with wolves in the shadows, we chase ‘em down ‘til we’re face to face. [...] it’s in our blood, in our blood, in our veins. this is the world we made.

xix. and our lives are forever changed, we will never be the same. the more you change the less you feel. believe, believe in me. believe, believe that life can change, that you’re not stuck in vain. we’re not the same, we’re different tonight. [...] we’ll make things right, we’ll feel it all tonight. we’ll find a way to offer up the night tonight, the indescribable moments of your life, tonight. the impossible is possible tonight. believe in me as i believe in you, tonight.

[sp00kworm]

H,,hi is it possible for you to do a darth maul with a male s/o sfw and/or nsfw imagine? Love your content!! UwU

Pairing: Darth Maul x Male Reader

A/N: I’m glad you enjoy reading anon! Due to the nature of events on tumblr at the moment, I don’t think its wise for me to write adult content for anonymous asks since there has been a big issue with underage users consuming this content. However!!!!!! I adore Maul and I would die for some content with him so I have written this to rot your teeth. 

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Fathier Race

Raising Fathiers was perhaps the hardest thing you knew of in the Galaxy. Sure, Republic fighters were out and around constantly, the Jedi helping in wars and disputes everywhere, but you could show them bruises and aches beyond anything like that half the time. Fathiers were needy and required hours of hard training to keep them in shape. You’d spent numerous years on Naboo, looking after the beasts for the races that used to occur. Rich Senators and other such Nobles liked to race them, and had done for years before the race courses were set up across the Galaxy. Highly prized and known for their ability to run amazingly fast across any terrain, you’d grown to love Fathiers more than anything. That aside, you grew to hate the Stable Master, and that had quickly made you leave. Even the money you had stashed wasn’t enough for even one of the Fathiers in your care. 

All that had changed when you’d encountered the silent Zabrak. 

You’d been in the stables late. Far too late. Late enough that you would be undoubtedly questioned roughly by the guards or the Master if he was still around. Golden eyes glowed underneath a shadowy hood. A fist clenched by his side as he caught sight of you, teeth clenched with a snarl as he stalked away, out of the ring of stables, and towards the door. With a last look at the door, you dared to breathe again, feeling the tension in your entire body dissipate as you glanced back and remembered the red skin and black, thick tattoos. The golden eyes glared at you behind your eyelids as you tried to sleep that night. 

-

The memory of the Zabrak haunted you often after that but it wasn’t until many months later that the city exploded with violence, the thunder of rifle fire bouncing from the walls as the military moved in to take Naboo’s trading federation back by force. There was the hissing of lightsabers being drawn as you reached for the stable doors of the Fathiers. They bucked and brayed unhappily even as you undid the doors and got them running. They would be safer running in the greens rather than in here when the roof caved in. You grabbed a saddle and pushed it over the back of your favourite mare. She tottered unhappily with the noise but let you on top of her with minimal fuss.

The hum of a lightsaber made you freeze, sat atop the Fathier with your bags clutched close and a rope for catching some of the stray beasts. 

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked as you turned in the saddle, holding your breath at the sight of the burning red saber and golden eyes. 

The Zabrak reached for his hood and tilted his head as he pulled the black hood away from his head, revealling the crown of horns on top of his head, golden eyes boring into you. The man hummed as he took three, slow steps forward, prowling closer, looking at the quivering muscles of the beast underneath you. It was ready to bolt, nostrils flaring at the smell of him. 

“Run, little stable boy. Take those beasts with you...” He turned back to the door, stalking away, stance low as he readied to fight, “They stink of spices.” He was gone in an instant, the sound of his saber cutting through flesh deafening. Your Fathier bucked underneath you. With a snap of your heels she bolted, howling to the wind as you clutched your belongings close, trying to escape from the war zone behind you.

-

Years later, you were set up with your own farm. Fathiers were happier with space to be free and roam, and although you didn’t race them, a few were selected as studs or mares for breeding sometimes. Most of your visitors were childrens groups. The farm was, however, often silent. Just you and your rescued Fathiers. Getting them from Naboo had been a task, and your favourite mare was living her final years out now in pasture. Ten long years had passed, and life was finally good. Sicemon was a long way from Naboo. The bribery of two of your Fathiers had been the price to get the rest here to the planet of vast grasslands. Still, the cargo ship’s crew had promised they were for the youngsters more than anything. One went to live on one of the crew’s own farms.

With a smile you watched two young Fathiers prance around each other in the paddock, kicking powerful legs up in the air as they darted underneath the adults and around their legs. Holding your tea close you watched them play for a little while more, breathing in the fresh air. That was until a figure appeared out of the trees, clad in black. The Fathiers startled as the figure stepped into the pasture, swathed in tattered cloaks, dragging their feet as they came close. The Fathiers brayed and scattered, leaving a clear path for the person as they stumbled in some of the longer grass before righting themself again. 

With a growl you reached for the blaster tucked at your back and pointed the muzzle dead at the person’s chest, “State your business!” You hollered over the field. 

The figure stopped and seemed to take heed of the weapon pointed at their chest. Gloved hands reached upwards slowly, careful of making sure that you weren’t going to shoot them my accident. They pulled back the black hood and scarfs to reveal a familiar crown of horns on top of red skin and inked black tattoos. Golden eyes looked at you from a gaunt looking face. This was not the man that had once scoffed at you before telling you to take the Fathiers. This man was the leftovers from that creature you had watched prowl to the slaughter. 

“I mean you no harm.” He growled, teeth grinding as he looked upon your farm, a small home with miles of land around it. A little something in the middle of nothing, “I am...looking to inquire about your beasts.” 

You glared, holding the blaster tight, “Liar. You look like you’ve been beaten up pretty bad. The least you can do is admit you need help. Plus, my Fathiers aren’t for sale.” He grumbled again with that and and directed his eyes at the blaster once more.

“I need food, water and maybe a bed.” He ground out, “If you would be so kind.”

“No I won’t.” You snapped, “Get on your way. I don’t want your trouble. Not after what I’ve heard.” 

The Zabrak growled, “And just what have you heard.” He sneered at you.

“That a Zabrak swathed in black leads a criminal underworld gang.” You offered peering at his feet, “Something about him being half robot.” With a flick of the safety you looked at the man and sighed, “But I also know you have nothing left.” With a gentle curl of your fingers you let him come closer, “I’ll let you rest a while. You look like you need some food...” You pinched your nose at the stench emanating from him, “And a very hot bath.” 

The Zabrak snarled at you once more as you turned towards the house and offered him a smile. He didn’t return the grin as he ducked inside of your home, pushing away dried herbs and vegetables away from his horns as he entered. 

“Here. I have some breakfast. Its just porridge but its better than nothing.” You spooned a heap of it into a wooden bowl, placing a spoon alongside it before taking the pot from the fire and replacing it with one for water. You drew over the metal basin and took the hook along with some buckets, “I’ll be back soon.” The Zabrak nodded as he sat at the table, peering around the room with tired, sunken eyes.

-

It took three days to coax his name from him. Maul. Just Maul. He said nothing about it for three more days before you both drank rice wine and told each other about the brutality of your childhoods. He told you of his home planet and the Nightsisters. His brother. You watched a tear drip from the Zabrak’s cheek before gently reaching out to wipe it away. 

“This is weakness.” He hissed, snatching himself back, pressing his fingers together tightly around the wine. 

You smiled and swallowed the last of your own wine, “This is normal. There’s no weakness in expressing yourself.” You grinned at the other male before leaving him to look at the dozing Fathiers and to contemplate your words. Maul felt a cynical smile turn his lips upwards, stretching the tattoos on his face as he poured himself another long drink of alcohol.

-

“So, Maul, when can I expect you to actually ride one of these Fathiers?” You asked, perched on top of a young stallion, riding in tight, quick circles. 

Maul scoffed from the fence, searing eyes watching every movement closely, “I would rather wrestle a fabled demon than sit on top of one of those.” He commented as he watched the male Fathier spin and buck, prancing with energy despite the exercise.

“They’re not scary.” You laughed before leading the stallion close and pointing over at your old mare, “She would be easy to learn on, I promise.” You leaned over in the saddle and grinned at the Zabrak before sticking your tongue out at him.

“You are not a child.” He snapped before pinching your tongue between his thumb and finger, tugging harshly before he rolled his eyes, “I will not learn to ride. Accept that and find another thing to pester me about.” He stretched his arms over his head and turned before you caught him by the sleeve and tugged him back.

“What?” Maul snapped before going silent, eyes wide.

You kissed the Zabrak harshly before letting him go, cantering away with a great laugh.

Maul snarled behind you, “You are the single worst human male I have ever met.”

“Then get off my farm!” You teased from across the paddock. 

[elizabethwydevilles]

Jaime/Brienne Recs (or, it’s my birthday and I’ll rec what I want to)

note: this is by no means an exhaustive list of recs; this is just a short list of some of my absolute favourites.also note: the summaries for open by ssstrychnine and You Can’t Save Her by SigilBroken are not the ‘official’ summaries. they’re just my very brief attempts to give a taste of the stories.

open (t) by ssstrychnine/@oneangryshot

post 8.03, Brienne helps Jaime to shave

one-shot

You Can't Save Her (e) by SigilBroken/@chickren

three years later (diverges from canon in 8.05/8.06). angst like woah (currently consuming my soul)

WIP

our long love’s day (m) by winterkill/@kurikaesu-haru

"Brienne rejected me, more than once."

Lord Selwyn looks at the sun, high above Evenfall's keep, blinding in its midday glory. The sun Jaime thought he'd never live to see again.

"Ask her again. Ask her here. You’ve all the daylight you need, especially on this day."

complete

Battle is the Great Redeemer (m) by Lady_in_Red/@ladyinredfics

Jaime Lannister dies in a tunnel under the Red Keep, and wakes up days earlier at Winterfell. And then it happens again. And again. But he's not the first to live the same battle over and over again. Arya Stark, the slayer of the Night King, went through it first in the Battle of Winterfell.

Edge of Tomorrow AU

complete

More Than a Memory (e) by Luthien/@luthienebonyx

Brienne believes that all she has left of Jaime are memories, both bitter and sweet.

She’s wrong.

complete

The Assignment (e) by languageintostillair/@shipping-receiving

She is supposed to call him Jaime, Jaime Lannister. Her name, her new name that is now also the name she was born with, is Brienne Lannister, née Tarth. Soon enough, they said, her backstory would become her memories. His children would become hers, too. She floods her mind with a rush of renewed faith in the Cause. Infiltrating enemy territory in the most daring way possible. As a perfectly ordinary family.

An AU inspired by The Americans—in which Jaime and Brienne are spies working undercover as a married couple, with two children, for as many years as their country requires.

WIP

Confluence (e) by GRRM

“Why did you come here, then?” she bites out.

“Brienne,” he says, with infinite exasperation.

one-shot

bathe me up in light, call me when you drown (m) by janie_tangerine/@janiedean

“Jaime,” she whispers. “Jaime, what are you doing?”

“Dying,” he whispers back.

What — is he — oh, no. This has gone way beyond her oath now. Fine, she swore she’d keep him alive, but after what she saw this morning… he does have some of that fire in him left. And he does want to get out of this. And he doesn’t deserve such an undignified death. Not a swordsman like that, not a man who could fight like that, not a man whose eyes were so bright even when chained inside a dirty dungeon. Not a man who had the guts to try and steal that sword.

“No,” Brienne urges him, “no, you must live.”

“Stop telling me what do, wench. I’ll die if it pleases me.” He sounds like he’s done for, and like he has lost everything he had going for him, and gods, she gets it, she gets it, but — no. She can’t let him give up. She won’t. She never would have gone anywhere if she let that feeling get to her and he’s certainly not done for, handless or not.

Or: ASOS, Jaime IV and V, from Brienne's POV.

one-shot

silence is golden (e) by nubbins_for_all

She brought him here because he insisted on privacy and she heard from Tormund (who is still looking for any chance to speak to her, damn him) that they’d finished the repairs last night. She can’t believe it, that Jaime is still so proud after the Long Night, that he doesn’t feel he’s earned the right not to be laughed at. Sparring in front of people using his left hand shouldn’t bother him anymore.

“I was fighting for you,” he says when she tells him he’s being silly, “and I was fighting to live. I’m not ashamed to admit what gave me strength. But I don’t want any future living opponents to know how much strength I still need to make up for my…failings.”

Bullshit, she thinks.

In which Jaime and Brienne, through no fault of their own, find themselves trapped in a delicate position where being discovered would bode very ill for them...so Jaime decides to take advantage of the situation.

one-shot

It was almost Yule, and there was almost a murder (t) by greyathena

Brienne thought things were going shockingly smoothly after Jaime arrived, alone, at Winterfell to join the armies of the North. But then there was the sword through the window.

one-shot

though our paths diverge (I travel with you) (m) by robotsdance/@robotsdance

For a moment it's almost like Jaime is Brienne, out in the wilderness, on her horse with Podrick beside her.

It must have been his imagination, he rationalizes as he opens his eyes where he lies soundly in his own bed. He had been thinking of Brienne and had been almost asleep. He must have dozed off and dreamed of her. That’s all. It was nothing. Nothing at all.

Jaime puts it from his mind.

But it happens again.

Intermittent Body Swapping/ Freaky Friday AU

complete

Hold This Threadbare Heart at Needlepoint (e) by nire/@nire-the-mithridatist

Jaime wielded a sword well enough with his left hand, but a quill was a different beast altogether. Brienne found an ingenious solution, proposed in the form of a wager.

Or,

Jaime learned how to embroider to train the fine motor skills of his left hand.

complete

Everyone Has Secrets (e) by ellaria

Political journalist Jaime Lannister finds himself out of alternatives when Millennium, his magazine, becomes endangered by his reckless actions. Brienne Tarth, a professional hacker charged with the task of investigating him, will stumble upon more than she expected. The mystery of a disappearance ten years earlier will draw them to Winterfell, where more than one secret might be uncovered.

Based on The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson.

complete

From This Day Until the End of My Days (m) by dreadwulf/@dreadwulf

Jaime Lannister should have returned to King's Landing weeks and weeks ago. Instead he brought an injured Brienne to the Quiet Isle and somehow ended up married to her. Now he's riding for the Vale with a strange assortment of companions on an impossible search for Sansa Stark, and Brienne won't even look at him anymore, and why does that bother him so much? Why is he even here? He should just go home. He'll do it any day now.

complete

If Tomorrow (e) by nicasio_silang/@nicasiosilang

There came a spring of high blue skies that never softened to summer. The churned mud of every battlefield slipped into a dream of wildflowers and the children of the realm who ran through them, children whose fears were only ever small. Every dawn a miracle, every night another debt that could never be repaid. A lifetime of such days, each one the impossible gift. A long life, long hours, birdsong, the tide in and the tide out, and trees heavy with apricots. All this, and grief. It was enough.

This is the fifth year of their marriage.

[chaoticevilbean]

The Flames of the Moon

Chapter Two : The Fire of Loss

Appa was fast, and it appeared that he really had only needed some rest to get back to his apparently-normal flying self. The warship was easily located, moving through a canyon of ice. On the deck, Prince Zuko and Aang were in the middle of a battle. It seemed Aang was making his own daring escape right then.

"Appa," he called up to the bison, his voice echoing slightly off the ice. Zuko took this distraction as an opportunity to strike, sending fireball after fireball at his enemy. Aang managed to dodge all of them, backing up against the edge of the ship. His staff was knocked away and two blasts suddenly send him flying unconscious over the railing.

"Aang!" Katara was leaning over the side of the saddle, trying to get a glimpse of her friend in the water. Tui and La, please don't let him die, both teens thought as they waited for some sort of movement. "Aang! Aang! AANG!"

On Katara's last shout, a bright blue glow rose in the ocean. Something shot out from the water in front of the ship, and Sokka could see that it was Aang, his eyes and tattoos glowing much like they did when he was still in the iceberg. A swirling vortex of water surrounded him, towering above the metal deck of the ship. On the deck, the Fire Nation soldiers stared in dismay and fear at the display of power.

The Avatar lands on the deck, bending water from the column that had held him up into a circle. He releases it, sending out as a shockwave into the soldiers, knocking them off their feet.

"Did you see what he just did?" Katara shouted from where she was crouching, relieved and as amazed as everyone else.

"Now that was some waterbending!" was Sokka's only response as he steered Appa towards the deck. The Avatar stopped glowing, and Aang collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. Appa landed, allowing Sokka and Katara to slide off and run towards their friend.

"Aang! Are you okay?" Katara knelt down beside him, Sokka following closely.

"Hey, Katara. Hey Sokka. Thanks for coming," Aang reacted weakly.

"Well, I couldn't let you have all the glory," Sokka quipped.

"I dropped my staff." Sokka searched with his eyes hurriedly before spotting the glider.

"Got it!" The teen ran over and grabbed onto the staff, lifting it up only to see a hand firmly gripping the other end. Sokka panicked momentarily as Prince Zuko attempted to pull himself upward. Sokka tried to pull the staff away, but when that only succeeded in giving Zuko a better hold, he instead used the end to poke the prince repeatedly in the head. The royal's grip loosened and then released and he fell, only just managing to grab the anchor chain.

"Ha! Water Tribe, baby!" Sokka crowed in victory, turning back to Appa and moving towards the bison. However, Katara chose that moment to freeze the deck, also succeeding in freezing her brother. After calling out her name in exasperation, Sokka got straight to work using his boomerang to hack at the ice while increasing the temperature of his feet so the ice melted a bit on the inside.

"Hurry up, Sokka!" Katara called from Appa, just as he broke his feet from the ice. Hopefully no one would notice that there were two puddles in the piles of ice where Sokka's feet had been.

"Yip-yip! Yip-yip!" he shouted at Appa as he climbed aboard the bison's head once more.

"Shoot them down!" Sokka turned just in time to see an old man and the prince shoot a huge blast of fire at them. The teen was halfway standing in the saddle when Aang leapt up, redirecting the fire towards one of the cliffs. The impact caused an avalanche of ice and snow to fall, burying the front of the ship and preventing them from following the group. Aang waved goodbye at the ship, much to Sokka's frustration. Will he please stop being so friendly with enemies?

Sokka leaned back slightly, only pointing Appa in the general direction of the Southern Air Temple before turning to his new traveling companions. Katara sat with Aang next to her, the two of them propped up against each other.

"How did you do that? With the water? It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" Katara questioned Aang, sitting up properly so as to address him better. The twelve-year-old sat up as well, his eyes on the bottom of the saddle. After a small moment of silence, he quietly spoke up.

"I don't know. I just sort of... did it." The siblings looked at each other before Sokka asked his own question.

"Aang, why didn't you want us to know you were the Avatar?"

"Because I never wanted to be." Aang moved away, watching the sunset from their place above the clouds.

"But Aang, the world's been waiting for the Avatar to return and finally put an end to this war," Katara stated, as if that would change anything.

"And how am I going to do that?"

"According to legend, you need to master water, then earth, then fire, right?" This got Aang's attention.

"That's what the monks told me."

"Well, if we go to the North Pole, you can master waterbending!" Finally, Aang was back to his normal exuberant self.

"We can learn it together!"

"And Sokka, I'm sure you'll get to knock some Fire Nation heads on the way." And maybe learn some more bending yourself remained unsaid but heard. Katara was always happy when Sokka practiced his bending, since she worried he would be scared of his flames.

"I'd like that. I'd reeally like that."

"Then we're in this together!" Aang smiled as he pulled out a scroll, speaking to both of them as he did. Sokka did not think that smile was good news for their trip.

"All right, but before I learn waterbending, we have some serious business to attend to. Here, here, and here." He pointed at three different places on the now unrolled map, two in the Earth Kingdom and one in Air Nomad territory.

"What's there?" Katara pointed at one of the spots.

"Here, we'll ride the hopping llamas," Aang pointed to the first Earth Kingdom spot. "Then waaay over here, we'll surf on the backs of giant koi fish." Sokka watched the boy in wonder as he pointed to the Air territory place. "Then back over here, we'll ride the hog monkeys." He moved his finger to the last location, drawing mildly horrified looks from his companions. "They don't like people riding them, but that's what makes it fun!"

~_~_~_~_~_~

The next morning, Sokka woke up with the Sun and decided to start meditating once again. He and Katara had meditated every day for many years, but had stopped once their father left and they had to take care of the tribe. He sat with his hands resting on his knees, palms up. Breathing in and out deeply, Sokka felt the heat and energy of the Sun feed his inner flame. The Moon was gently feeding him energy as well, a cooler version of the Sun's power. In and out, in and out.

Sokka didn't know when Katara and Aang joined him, but when the morning had fully come and he got up to make breakfast, Aang and Katara were sitting on either side of him. His sister was in the same pose as him, and Aang was in what must've been the Air Nomads traditional pose. The teen's movement caused the other two to stand as well. Aang looked ready to burst from happiness, despite having just done something that was supposed to calm the mind and body.

"I didn't know you meditated, Sokka! Most nonbenders don't because they don't have a reason!" Katara giggled as she moved to get food out, leaving her brother to answer the airbender's questions.

"Katara had to learn to meditate because she's a waterbender and Gran-Gran wanted her to know as much as possible. I learned as well because I didn't want her to feel alone." A half-truth. Katara meditated every night and Sokka every morning, so the two started doing it together at both times.

"Do you want to meditate with me?"

"Well, the two of us had to stop because of the workload after the men in our village left. I guess, if we start the habit again, there isn't really anything stopping you from joining us. Although we do it at dawn and dusk." Aang nodded sagely, a smile still on his face.

"Of course!" With that, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Sokka's middle. Normally, the teen wouldn't mind that much, especially after meditating. But this time, Aang didn't let go. Instead, he just gripped a little harder and seemed to melt into Sokka.

"Um, Aang? What're you doing?" Sokka asked. Aang buried his head into the other boy's chest and mumbled something. "I can't hear you, but we need to get breakfast before Katara drags us over by our ears."

"I said you're warm," came Aang's voice again, just barely audible. Sokka tensed slightly before trying to gently pry the Avatar off him.

"Aang, let go of Sokka and I'll make you some food," Katara called from where she was fixing up breakfast. "Why don't you tell me about the Air Temple while I finish." That got the boy moving in seconds. Sokka breathed a sigh of relief that Aang apparently found no suspicion in his unusual body temperature.

"Wait 'till you see it, Katara! The Air Temple is one of the most beautiful places in the world!" Aang really was excited to visit his old home. Sokka could hear his sister trying to break the news to Aang about the Air Nomad genocide, but she just couldn't do it. Probably the polar-bear-pup resemblance in his eyes.

Soon after breakfast, the trio set off. They flew for hours, and at lunch, when Sokka's stomach was growling, they discovered the bad news about Aang using the blubbered seal jerky as firestarter. The kid felt really guilty about it, especially because Sokka's stomach let itself be heard every ten minutes or so. The worst part was that Sokka's firebending caused him to need a bit more food, and he hadn't eaten much any of the days before. Katara looked at him in sympathy a few times, but mostly just focused on trying to break the news to Aang about his people.

They reached the Southern Air Temple sometime a few hours later, a large stone structure built into the clouds around it. Aang rushed into it on foot the moment they landed, telling his new friends about every piece of culture he could. Near the airball area, his head began to droop, a sigh coming from the small boy.

"What's wrong?"

"This place used to be full of monks and lemurs and bison. Now there's just a bunch of weeds. I can't believe how much has changed," Aang responded in the saddest voice Sokka had heard from him yet. Yeah, no way I'm letting him stay that sad.

"So, uh, this airball game. How do you play?" The smiles on the others' faces were well worth losing seven games.

"Making him feel better is putting me in a world of hurt," Sokka gritted out as he sat up from where he had been thrown. Noticing something, he pointed at it for his sister. "Katara, check this out."

"Fire Nation." The helmet was obviously very old and battered, and from the cracks and burns, both siblings knew they were lucky there wasn't a matching skull.

"We should tell him," Sokka insisted.

"Aang! There's something you need to see!"

"Okay!" Katara's resolve visibly crumbled at seeing how happy the airbender was. Snow crashed down on Sokka and the helmet, muffling the world. His first action was to make sure he didn't naturally melt the snow. His second was to dig himself out. Muffled words about waterbending and seeing the temple reached his ears. Popping his head out and grabbing Katara's hand, he took in her sheepish look and knew she hadn't told Aang.

"You know, you can't protect him forever."

"I can for Aang's sake. If he finds out that the Fire Nation invaded his home, he'll be devastated."

"Hey guys!" The two looked up at Aang, who stood in front of a statue of a monk. "I want you to meet somebody!"

"Who's that?" Sokka questioned, dropping the previous subject for that moment.

"Monk Gyatso! The greatest airbender in the world. He taught me everything I know." The preteen bowed to the statue, rising with another sad look.

"You must miss him." Katara spoke with understanding. Sokka could tell she was remembering their own grief because of the Fire Nation.

"Yeah," Aang mumbled, walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"The air temple sanctuary. There's someone I'm ready to meet," the airbender replied as he walked up some stairs behind the statue. Sokka gave a shrug to Katara's questioning glance, before leading the way after the boy.

The hallway they went through ended at a large door, covered in ornate designs and large pipes. They only briefly discussed whether or not there was anyone on the other side, before Aang used his bending to open the door.

Statues. No people, no stored food or supplies, no treasure, just big stone statues. Sure, they were the Avatars before Aang, but they were still statues.

"Aang! Snap out of it!" Katara exclaimed when Aang went into some sort of trance.

"Huh?" was the boy's eloquent response, complete with a dopey grin.

"Who is that?"

"That's Avatar Roku. The Avatar before me."

"You were a firebender?" Sokka asked. Aang nodded, and the teen didn't comment anymore.

"There's no writing. How do you know his name?" Katara inquired.

"I'm not sure, I just know it somehow." Sokka resisted the urge to growl about the kid's weirdness, knowing that his own predicament wasn't much better.

A noise startled them all, and Sokka was quick to get them hiding. The eldest of the trio pulled his club out and at the ready, listening to the quiet creeping sounds. None of them spoke as they waited, and when the shadow reached the statues, Sokka lunged out, Aang and Katara right behind.

"LEMUR!" Aang shouted at the same time Sokka called out, "DINNER!"

"Don't listen to him. You're going to be my new pet," Aang reassured the strange creature, glaring slightly at Sokka. Sokka had dealt with this too many times to believe he had a chance of actually eating the lemur, or even just keeping it from joining the group.

"You know what? If you can catch the lemur, you can keep it," he told his companion before turning swiftly and letting out a warcry at the creature.

"Wait!" Aang lept forward, rushing down the hallway. "Come back!" Sokka followed quickly, not wanting to lose the kid in less than a week. They raced back through the hallway and out into the courtyards, which Aang took a shortcut off a balcony to get to.

Sokka managed to both lose and find him in a moment. He scanned the different areas around him, and found a curtain swaying in nonexistent wind. Bingo.

"Hey Aang, catch that lemur yet?" Sokka called as he pulled back the old fabric. Aang was standing with his head in his hands, crying. "Hey, it's okay if you didn't. I can help yo-" He cut himself off at seeing the battlescene of skeletons in the room. The only Air Nomad skeleton was wearing the same necklace as the statue of Gyatso that Aang had showed them.

"Oh, man... Come on, Aang, everything will be alright. Let's get out of here." Sokka grasped his counterpart's shoulder, pulling back quickly as a glow began to emanate from the boy. Anger radiated along with the light, and the Avatar lifted his head in rage. "Aang! Come on, snap out of it!"

Wind kicked up around the Avatar's feet, a light blue sphere surrounding and growing. It pushed out, knocking Sokka back out of the building and making the ruin rubble. He cried out as he hit the ground, feeling something crack but unable to hear anything besides the screaming winds. Katara joined Sokka from where he had dragged himself over to hide behind some large debris, both shielding their faces from the shrill air.

"What happened?" Katara shouted, her question barely audible.

"He found out firebenders killed Gyatso," Sokka yelled back.

"Oh no, it's his avatar spirit! He must have triggered it! I'm gonna try and calm him down!"

"Well, do it before he blows us off the mountain!" Sokka clutched the rubble, the pain from his cracked bone, which he assumed was a rib, making his fingers cramp with strain. Katara slowly approached the Avatar, struggling to fight the gales he produced.

"Aang, I know you're upset," she was calm despite the very possible chance of death, "and I know how hard it is to lose the people you love. I went through the same thing when I lost my mom." Sokka's chest tightened, a combination of strain and old grief. "Monk Gyatso and the other airbenders may be gone, but you still have a family. Sokka and I, we're your family now.”

The Avatar's glow doesn't fade, even when his feet hit the ground and the wind died. The siblings came up on either side of the boy, Sokka limping and holding his side to try and not jostle his ribs.

"Katara and I aren't going to let anything happen to you. Promise," Sokka gently said. Aang was a tribe member. He was the moment they opened that iceberg and the kid asked to go penguin sledding immediately.

The glow faded as Katara grasped Aang's hand, and the airbender collapsed into her, the both of them kneeling on the ground.

"I'm sorry," Aang mumbled tiredly.

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," Katara reassured him.

"But you were right. And if firebenders found this temple that means they found the other ones, too. I really am the last airbender." Katara's face twisted in sadness, and she pulled Aang closer. Sokka once again grabbed his shoulder, this time not letting go.

They stayed that way for a little longer, before Sokka gently told them to start preparing to leave. Katara looked at his hand where it held his side, nodded once, and then quickly but carefully pulled Aang along to Appa, some excuse on her brother's absence spilling out.

Once he was sure he was alone, Sokka smoothly pulled his jacket and shirt off, revealing his side covered in bruising that was quickly darkening. With a wince, he covered his palm in purple flames, lightly touching them to the equally purple skin. A grunt and hiss escaped his lips as he felt the flames begin their work. It pulsed through his chakra lines, or what he assumed were his chakra lines. The crack in the bone fused itself together, smoothing itself out with wave after wave of heat.

It took five minutes to heal the wound, and Sokka was panting by the end from the combination of fiery pain and the use of the purple fire. He shrugged his shirt back on, wrapping his coat around his waist so he could cool off.

The others were almost finished checking over things, so Sokka took over for Aang, ignoring the concerned looks Katara kept sending him. The work was done quickly, and Katara went to get Aang from where he was looking at the Avatar statues.

The lemur that Aang had been chasing earlier ran towards Sokka from where he had entered, though the firebender couldn't tell when he had come. It deposited a load of fruits and nuts at his feet, and Sokka immediately dropped down to eat, his fire having taken a lot from his already low energy supply.

"Looks like you made a new friend, Sokka," Aang commented as the lemur ran away a little.

"Can't talk. Must eat," was the hurried reply. The lemur came back to jump onto the monk's head.

"Hey little guy." Aang turned to face the abandoned ruins of his former home. "You, me, and Appa. We're all that's left of this place. We have to stick together. Katara, Sokka," he turned back to his companions, "say hello to the newest member of our family." The boy walked over with the lemur on his arm.

"What are you going to name him?" Katara asked."Momo," Aang decided as the lemur stole a peach from Sokka, who looked at his empty hand in despondency. Katara laughed as they boarded Appa, her brother taking the reigns and pulling out their map. Next stop, giant koi fish.