#timeless reunion

[nevada-b-1780]

Ahhh this was so awesome 😍 (shame they didn't have more screen in the reunion read though).

garcy “need you more” scene | Play-PerView: Timeless Reunion for @ununpredictableme​

[ryanranney]

Faith in the First Embrace

I was a stranger to your bed you had welcomed me to I was a foreigner to your world you had opened up to me. In that last stab at life to dance with trust to reveal yourself to make our souls collide you did rest your faith in us. What was it that directed our feet to one another that we did not know in those first hours? What was it that paused our union to face a new life that we did not wish…

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hahaha okay so my brain has already started on the sequels to this fic kind of annoying but it just conjured a scene where yaz wants to know abt the nightmares the doctor's having so 15 is like "trade you" and against his expectations she actually offers him a nightmare she gets (we know abt the 12x7 one but i also firmly believe she has recurring nightmares where the doctor dies in graphic violent usually self-inflicted ways and yaz always being helpless to stop it) so now he has to say what he dreams about fair is fair and hes like "hospitals" and thats not a lot of information so yaz just kinda goes "...........alright. suppose. with your name-"

and then "i wish i was called lulubelle" fucking stOMped me in the face and i laughed really hard

[roennq]

Timeless 2x01 | Reunited

[jebeplanet]

240923 NINE.I SEOWON INSTAGRAM UPDATE

[headlinehorizon]

Cast Reunions and Timeless Bonds: Headline Horizon

Delight in the latest news of iconic cast reunions from beloved movies and TV shows, showcasing enduring friendships and cherished memories.

[liinos]

i like jaehyun but i won't be tuning in 👍🏻 will consume through gifs as i do with all nct things

[ednaeflowers]

At his inquiry, she nods. ❛  Velvet is all right,  ❜ Edna admits. She likes her well enough, but she won't be saying that part aloud. ❛  We get along, and she wasn't all that angry or contradicting either.  ❜ But then again, she and Velvet only talked with each other once, so of course Edna still doesn't know much about her yet. She understands a person would be angry and want vengeance against someone who's killed her loved ones, so maybe something else happened to Velvet in her original timeline for her to be more laidback now? Either way, she trusts Velvet to look after Onii-chan.

❛  It was unexpected, to say the least.  ❜ She stares ahead, at the lively festival atmosphere. It must be empty at the inn right now. ❛  I went to the inn to rest, and he was the one who showed me to my room. I didn't know you two knew each other until he mentioned he was waiting for two malakim to visit him.  ❜ She fails to mention that Silva is also the skeleton dragon she had to help Sorey kill back in their time. It wouldn't be good for anyone to hear that. Silva certainly didn't take it well. ❛  He... really is a good boy.  ❜

She gives him a puzzled look. Why would they try to 'recreate' it? Sharknado... A tornado of sharks... And they're trying to recreate that? Huh, okay... Not what she'd expect, but it sounds like it's a source of chaos and Edna enjoys her fair share of chaos. Though, she has to shake her head hopelessly at the mention of underground tunnels. Is he still going on about that? Obsessed. ❛  How many underground tunnels did you find?  ❜ 

The lighthearted air starts settling down as he begins telling a story, so she listens and is attentive to the solemn look on his face. Her eyes widen at the mention of him being possessed by a 'Void Entity.' She doesn't recall hearing about such a being, but in hindsight, this is her first time being in Spring Rise, still unfamiliar with many things here.

But it's not the story that stuns her—it's the fact that he was possessed and had to fight his friends, only finally being freed by being beaten. It... hits a little close to home for her, knowing what his fate will ultimately be. Still, she banishes the thoughts. Not today.

❛  ...I'm glad you're safe.  ❜ Her eyes soften fondly. ❛  Always leaping into danger and fighting for what you value; you'd do anything to make sure there's a clear path to steer your ship towards. That's the stubborn Onii-chan I know.  ❜ She knows he will stick true to his words. She believes he won't let himself slip a second time. Looking ahead, she starts seeing the familiar path that leads to the inn. ❛  It's a miracle you're still in one piece this year.  ❜

There was amusement in his expression when she confirmed that yes, she was the best assistant. Both of them knew it. And honestly, having her as his assistant was more than he could have asked for. Especially right then. It was just the icing on the cake of an already good day.

He listened as she spoke of what she had been up to at the festival. So far, it didn't sound like anything dangerous had happened while she'd been around. Good. That meant Phoenix was doing his job of protecting her. At the same time, a couple of things caught his ear.

"You met Velvet? And Silva?" He didn't know how her meeting with Velvet could have gone. Good, hopefully, considering how Velvet could be. Silva, though? "...Silva's a good lad. And I'm glad you've had the chance to meet him. I'd have introduced you myself, but..." He just hadn't gotten around to it. Or just hadn't been at the inn at the same time both Silva and Edna were. In any case, he was glad to know the young malak had gotten a chance to make a new friend.

"It was," Eizen answered. "I didn't get to see it myself, but at some point there was a Sharknado last year. Which is exactly what it sounds like. This year, people have been talking about trying to recreate it. I wound up joining the club. ...Mostly because they have underground tunnels." Yeah, there it was. The little boy in him had an itch scratched and there was no going back. Underground tunnels meant secret forts, which meant snacks, which meant he and Alvin could just goof around in the tunnels if they really wanted to.

A soft chuckle escaped him, followed by a shake of his head.

"I'm hoping things don't get as crazy at the end of this year's festival, though. That nasty situation I mentioned." He debated telling her for a moment. She would be upset if she knew he had been taken by Goede, the Void Entity. But if she wasn't told, then she would also be left wondering. A sigh.

"...Last year, I was one of a group that was taken by a being who called himself the Void Entity at the time. I don't remember a lot of the hows of it all, but it culminated in me fighting a lot of our friends. Who had to knock sense back into me. Literally." He didn't have the bumps and bruises to prove it anymore, but the point stood. Just one of the risks of being the Reaper, he supposed.

"I'm okay, though," he told her. "There haven't been any reports of people going missing or hearing things telling them to go into the forest this year. I think we're safe from that much, at least. Besides. If something did try to repeat that on me this year, there'd be a fight. I'm not going to let someone take my free will away again. Or even consider taking yours. Or anyone's, if I can help it." He'd been rambling. He knew it. Still, it made sense to tell her. To try and reassure her that nothing like that would happen so long as he could help it.

[astrolocherry]

Birthday Venus-Saturn aspects ~ "Your Daddy Loves You..."

Written by Astrolocherry

Venus conjunct Saturn, Venus sextile Saturn, Venus square Saturn, Venus trine Saturn, Venus opposite Saturn

The individual born with Venus forming aspect to Saturn is gifted a double-banded commitment ring from Saturn. Therein contains a promise that while partnership may be potentially timeworn and difficult to find in this lifetime, when the love eventually comes it will be greater than anything she could have imagined. She may have distant fantasies or longings about her ideal partner, but never completely entertains these as actual possibilities, often due to an inherent sense of worthlessness or being undeserving with matters of the heart. Something happens during the developmental phase of life that breaks this heart before it has fully formed. It is sensitive, scarred, and often bandaged in the protective defences that cut her off from accepting the affection and attention that she can’t admit is much needed. In traditional astrology, Venus is the portion of our consciousness that beholds our eye of beauty, femininity, aesthetic, and style. The shadow of Saturn leering over Venus often produces an apathy and at worst, a revulsion regarding her own self-image of beauty. 

Despite feeling so disconnected and detached from her feminine side, the individual with a Venus-Saturn aspect is divinely feminine in its most timeless, antiqued, resiliently elegant, and everlasting archetypal form. It is a lifelong reunion between the inner Fairy Godmother, and the little girl inside who is enslaved to those leftover feelings of being defective, unattractive, and impossible to love. It is until this reunion occurs, or in the worst case scenarios when the inner work has been left incomplete and it never happens at all, that the individual experiences the traditional Venus-Saturn suffering in love that we would expect. These conditions may result in a choice of relationship partners and dynamics that reflect and play-out the sentiments of the little girl inside rather than the woman, and may involve themes of relegation, power imbalances, mistreatment, and re-casting father figures. There may also be some form of self-imposed entrapment in relationships, something inside that stops her from walking out an open door.

The traditional Venus-Saturn age-gap in love and attraction to older people may be one relationship theme that prevails through life. However, as she grows older and wiser, she will often come to recognise this attraction being shaped by different needs and desires that are more authentic and ultimately satisfying. As she becomes less beheld to old conditions, the need is less for paternal fulfilment and redemption . This could be a young soul or an old soul - her attraction to older people has never been about that. It’s rather about a depth that this heart possesses, a serene, dewy, alluringly tragic wisdom and insight that is decades older than its years, searching for somebody who could possibly understand this, at times confusing age for inner experience.

With her poised and intriguing interactive style, she is often readily complimented and admired by friends, colleagues, superiors, and strangers alike. And while she hears the sentiments quite clearly, she barely absorbs a word. She appreciates the genuineness, but she cannot feel a thing, and she won’t until that girl is back in the arms of the Enchanted Elder inside. Breaking their spell of separation repairs her broken heart. She slowly embraces her femininity, and a pageant of Feminine Priestesses embrace her back, and once she starts seeing and styling herself in this way - the real show of Who She is really begins. This is also often when the first chapters of life’s true love story only just begin. A growing comfort and confidence, a silver Saturn glow that may have seen its shadows, yet there blooms a Venus rose that is everlasting and can never die without sunlight.

Cherry

[coziewozie]

their favorite kisses

✦ A/N: Short little head canons today with my favorite boys huhuehuehu hope you enjoy!!

✦ Contents: no warnings, no reader pronouns mentioned, just fluff, ~500 words

✦ Includes: Kaeya, Childe, Wriothesley

✦ Kaeya:

loves giving kisses on the back of your hand!

imagine he arrives at your front door to pick you up for a date and the first thing he does when you open the door is gently taking your hand and placing a kiss on it while he looks up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes (maybe winks too?? can you even wink with an eyepatch??)

finds it super classy and timeless and something that you always see in fairytales and it makes him happy

never gets old for him and he does it every. single. time.

likes receiving pecks on the cheek or lips from you

just finds something adorable about how you need to get on your tiptoes to reach him

bonus points if you manage to surprise him!

will ruffle your hair or pull you closer to him, followed by a teasing comment

✦ Childe:

kisses on the cheek!

imagine he has a few days off work so you find a time to meet at a cafe or something, and while you’re waiting for him he lands a stealthy surprise smooch on your cheek from behind while wrapping his arms around your waist??!? (gauh my heart im melting sorry that was a lot to read)

loves how you think it’s some random person then when you realize it’s him your face lights up

also thinks it’s a great way to start your little reunion

he’s smiling for the rest of the day after seeing you and your reaction!!

likes receiving kisses on the lips! not like a little peck but like a full on kiss

likes seeing you do something so bold! it makes his heart flutter and puts him in a good mood for the rest of the day

maybe lifts you up and spins you around after

✦ Wriothesley:

favorite kisses to give are kisses on the top of your head!

likes giving them pretty casually, like when you’re doing chores, about to leave the house, sitting on the couch, etc. and is just a quick way to show his affection

but is such a sucker for receiving forehead kisses

imagine like- it’s really late and you’re waiting for him to come home from work on the sofa, and when he finally does he just collapses next to you and rests his head in your lap

then you bend forward and give him a smooch on the forehead while giving his scalp a massage

and honey, this man is in HEAVEN

maybe he’ll talk about his day or maybe he’ll be silent because he’s so exhausted, but either way he’s never loved you more!

(honorable mention: kissing his scars! his cheeks are a little red the whole time and loves it even more if you two are cuddling!)

✦ A/N: alright alright so maybe they’re not super super short headcanons but can you blame me??????

[doreminimi]

an exposed love story | I.Y.

A/N: It's been a while since l've been in the writing scene but l've been wanting to go back into it for a while but didn't really have anyone in mind to write about. But recently, l've been quite hooked onto the olympics scene and a few of the athletes ended up catching my interest and so this short imagine is based off the person who caught my attention.

The story is a mix between my love for the k-pop (as I have done some writings from the past) and the volleyball scene - particularly the Japanese men's volleyball team

Hope you enjoy my first piece of writing in a while!

Genre: Hidden Love, Highschool Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Characters: Ishikawa Yuki x Reader (Reader has a last name)

POV: Third Person to Your POV

- ft. Dokyeom, Mingyu, Seungkwan from SVT, Sana from Twice, and JPN Men's Volleyball Team

Word Count: 2.3k (A short imagine / one-shot)

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In the bustling city of Tokyo, where the neon lights danced and the energy never seemed to wane, Jeon Y/N and Ishikawa Yuki first met. Y/N, a bright and ambitious high school student with dreams of becoming a renowned idol, was instantly captivated by Yuki's quiet determination and athletic prowess. Yuki, a promising young volleyball player with a serious yet kind demeanor, found Y/N's charisma and passion irresistible.

Their connection was immediate and profound. As high school friends, they spent time together whenever they could, sharing dreams and supporting each other through their busy schedules. Y/N's path soon took her to Korea, where she pursued a successful career in the music industry. Yuki joined Japan's national volleyball team and played for various Italian clubs during the offseason, leading to a long-distance relationship that was both challenging and rewarding.

Despite the distance, their bond remained unshakeable. Y/N's songs began to feature subtly in Yuki's team practice vlogs and official matches, leading to murmurs among fans. Although neither Y/N nor Yuki publicly confirmed their relationship, their connection was evident in these small but meaningful gestures.

—

One evening, during a casual brunch get-together with, Seungkwan, Dokyeom, and Mingyu at a cozy café, the topic of your "relationship" with Yuki came up.

"Have you noticed that song from the Japan volleyball team's vlogs?" Seungkwan asked, leaning forward with curiosity. "It sounds a lot like something Y/N/N would sing~" ending his sentence in a teasing manner.

Quickly turning towards Seungkwan surprised like a deer in headlights, you curse in your mind forgetting that he always keeps himself updated in the volleyball scene as an avid-fan of the sport. You should have known sooner or later that one of your friends would found out, so you reply with a nervous chuckle, "Really? I hadn't heard that.”

Mingyu, always ready to stir the pot, added with a grin, "There's been chatter about you and someone in Italy. Care to share?"

Your face turned a light shade of pink as you tried to compose yourself. "There might be some truth to it, but let's just keep it between us for now."

Dokyeom placed a supportive hand on your shoulder. "Whatever's happening, we've got your back. You don't have to go through this alone."

—

After years of navigating the complexities of a long-distance relationship, you and Yuki finally found a moment in your busy schedules for a short getaway. Quickly deciding on Florence, a city that seemed to perfectly embody your dreams of romance and history. As you and Yuki walk through its cobblestone streets, exploring its art-filled museums and enjoying its quaint cafes, you find yourselves enveloped in the very essence of a long-awaited reunion. The city’s timeless charm mirrored the depth of your connection, making the time together both magical and unforgettable.

The days were filled with joy as you two explored the city's narrow streets, visited the Uffizi Gallery, and enjoyed meals at quaint trattorias. Wandering hand-in-hand, savoring the rare opportunity to be together without the constant scrutiny of your public lives.

One sunny afternoon, you find a charming café deeply hidden in the alleyways, you look at Yuki with a bright smile. "How about we sit here? I've heard their espresso and tiramisu is fantastic! Plus, since it is a bit secluded we won't have to worry too much about someone spotting us."

Yuki’s eyes twinkled with affection. "That sounds perfect. I trust your taste completely."

As you settled at your table, enjoying your coffee and each other's company, a sudden burst of camera flashes disrupted your peaceful afternoon. Paparazzi, ever on the lookout for a story, had caught you in your private moment. You exchanged startled glances with Yuki, realizing your carefully planned escape had been compromised.

Looking around frantically, you tried to find a waiter who could help you find a more private spot. Yuki, his face hardened with determination, grasped your hands and said, "Hey, look at me. Don’t panic. It’s okay, what happened has already happened. Let’s try to enjoy the rest of our day. We will deal with the consequences later."

You squeezed his hand, offering a reassuring smile as you settled your anxiety and nerves. "Okay. We’ve faced challenges before, so we can handle this together."

Despite your efforts to stay calm, the media frenzy that followed made your vacation far from relaxing.

—

The morning after the photos were leaked, you and Yuki awoke to a media storm. Dispatch had published an exclusive article titled "An Italian Getaway: The Secret Romance Between Korean Idol and Japanese Volleyball Captain!" The article featured several intimate photos of you and Yuki from your Italian vacation, and it didn’t take long for the story to spread across various media platforms.

Your phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. You felt a mix of anxiety and resolve as you read messages from friends. Seungkwan, Dokyeom, and Mingyu all reached out in your group chat.

Seungkwan's message appeared first: "Y/N, are you really dating my volleyball idol? Is it true about you and Ishikawa? You know we’re here for you, no matter what."

You took a deep breath and typed a response. "Yes, it’s true. Yuki and I have been together for a long time. We kept it private because of our careers, but now that it’s out, we’re ready to face it."

Dokyeom's message followed quickly: "I’m glad you’re open about it. We’re all here for you. How are you holding up?"

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and worry. "It’s overwhelming, but I’m managing. Thanks for your support."

On Yuki’s side, his teammates in Japan were also reacting. His phone buzzed with messages from their group chat, which was now exploding with notifications.

[Group Chat: Japan Volleyball Team]

Ran: "Congratulations on your relationship, Captain! Can I ask for a favor, can you ask Y/N for an autograph? I need it for my collection!"

Otsuka: "Seriously, congrats, Captain! You’ve always been such a mystery with your personal life. It’s great to see you so happy."

Yamauchi: "Yuki, about time you got into a relationship. We were worried you’d stay single forever!"

Nishida: "Wow, I can’t believe it’s Y/N. That’s huge! I’m sure you both make a great couple."

Yuki read the messages with amusement. He scoffed at the playful jabs but appreciated the genuine congratulations from his teammates. Smiling, he typed a response: "Thank you for the messages, guys. I’ll definitely ask Y/N for an autograph for you, Ran."

He hit send, shaking his head with a chuckle. The reactions from his teammates were a comforting reminder of the support he had, even amidst the chaos of the media frenzy. Their messages provided relief and laughter, helping him navigate the challenging situation with camaraderie and humor.

—

As the Paris 2024 Olympics approached, Yuki dedicated himself fully to his training, and you prepared for your own activities. You had planned to make a meaningful public statement after the Olympics, marking both your relationship and Yuki’s achievements.

When Yuki’s team won the gold medal after weeks of challenges and hardships, the moment was both triumphant and emotionally charged. You felt an overwhelming sense of pride and joy. Your shared victory was a testament to your resilience and love.

Later that night, you and Yuki sat in your hotel room, the weight of the day’s events sinking in. You were preparing a special Instagram post. "Are you ready for this?" you asked Yuki, your voice filled with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Yuki, his gaze soft and full of affection, nodded. "Yes. It’s time for the fans to know the truth. I want to celebrate our journey."

You uploaded a series of images to your Instagram story. The first few photos were nostalgic, showing your high school days, candid vacation moments, and various milestones in your relationship. The final image was the most powerful: you and Yuki in the now-empty Olympic volleyball arena, sharing a sweet kiss on his cheek with your arms propped around his neck, with Yuki holding onto the gold medal in one hand and your waist in the other.

The caption read: "Happy 10 years, my captain ♡ to many more years with you"

The post quickly went viral, with fans from both Korea and Japan, as well as across the globe, flooding your feeds with messages of congratulations and support. A hashtag for your relationship trended on Twitter, symbolizing your love story and the strength of your bond.

You were inundated with heartfelt messages from friends and fans. Sana from Twice reached out with a warm message: "I’m so happy for you both! Your love story is truly inspiring. Congratulations!"

You responded with gratitude: "Thank you, Unnie. Your support means so much to us!"

—

The final show of your Japan tour was set to take place at the iconic Nissan Stadium in Yokohama, a grand venue that held a special place in your heart. The stage was set, the lights were dazzling, and the anticipation in the air was palpable. This concert marked the culmination of a successful tour, and you wanted it to be unforgettable.

As you prepared to go on stage, your heart raced with excitement. You had planned something special—not just for your fans, but for Yuki. The Japanese volleyball team had been given special VIP seats for the concert from your management company, and Yuki was among them. You wanted to honor Yuki and your relationship in front of thousands of devoted fans, and you had a surprise planned.

The concert began with an electrifying opening number, your powerful voice filling the stadium as you sang your heart out. The crowd’s energy was contagious, and you fed off their enthusiasm, performing with an intensity that matched your excitement.

Midway through the concert, during a particularly emotional ballad, you signaled to your camera crew. You had a special request that you hoped would add a personal touch to the evening. The crew quickly understood and prepared for the transition.

As the song reached its crescendo, you gestured towards the camera with a bright smile. "We have a very special guest here tonight, and I’d like to share that with you all," you announced through your mic, your voice full of emotion.

The camera panned away from the stage and began to move towards the special VIP balcony, where Yuki and the volleyball team were seated. The crowd’s murmur grew into excited whispers as the camera drew closer. Your fans recognized Yuki and the volleyball team, and the energy in the stadium surged with excitement.

You took a deep breath, your voice steady but filled with warmth. "I want to take a moment to thank someone very special to me. Yuki, you’ve been my rock and my greatest support throughout this journey. This night is dedicated to you and our love."

As you sang the final notes of the ballad, your eyes locked with Yuki’s. The connection between you was palpable, and the sincerity in your gaze spoke volumes. The audience, moved by the gesture, responded with cheers and applause that echoed throughout the stadium.

The camera then returned to you on stage, capturing your radiant smile and the way you seemed to glow with happiness. You continued to perform with renewed energy, your heart lightened by the visible support from Yuki and the volleyball team.

After the concert, you and your bandmates were backstage, basking in the afterglow of a successful show. The atmosphere was jubilant, filled with laughter and congratulations. Yuki and his teammates made their way backstage to meet you, and the reunion was filled with warmth and affection.

Yuki pulled you into a tight embrace, his eyes shining with pride. "Amore mio, you were amazing tonight. I’m so proud of you."

You looked up at him with a beaming smile. "Thank you, Yuki. Having you here means everything to me. I wanted to share this moment with you."

As you stood together, surrounded by friends and colleagues, Sana and Momo from Twice approached with a smile. "The concert was incredible, Y/N. And you two looked so happy together. I’m really glad to see you both celebrating."

You hugged both of them warmly. "Thank you, Sana. Your support has been so meaningful to us."

As the evening wound down, you and Yuki took a quiet moment together, stepping outside to enjoy the cool night air. You stood on a balcony overlooking the city, the lights of Yokohama twinkling below.

"This tour has been incredible," you said, leaning against the railing. "But tonight was really special."

Yuki nodded, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. "It was perfect. Thank you for making me a part of it."

You rested your head on Yuki’s shoulder, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "Here’s to many more moments like this."

As you stood together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of a bright future. Your love had endured through the highs and lows, and now, with your relationship celebrated publicly, you looked forward to what lay ahead, knowing that you could face any challenge together.

Your journey, marked by love, dedication, and resilience, continued to inspire many. And as you embraced the future, you and Yuki knew that your love was stronger than ever, ready to shine in the spotlight and beyond.

[k1ng-ej]

Missing you

(Leon Kennedy x You)

Leon, who had always been known for his cold demeanor and emotional walls, was now experiencing a deep longing for your presence and the warmth of your touch like never before. After being away on a critical mission for several weeks, he couldn’t shake off the unsettling sensation of missing you, a feeling that was both new and overwhelming. The days dragged on, and the emptiness he felt grew more intense with each passing hour, pushing him closer to the edge of his sanity. It was a stark contrast to his usual self, leaving him confused yet desperate to be reunited with you.

Throughout the entire journey home, his thoughts were consumed by you. He yearned for the moment when you would embrace him, tenderly running your fingers through his hair as you always do.

As he arrived at the apartment, his excitement nearly caused him to fumble his keys. It was just after eight, a time when you were likely still awake. Upon entering, he found you sitting on the couch in the living room, your face breaking into a radiant smile at the sight of him.

He absolutely adored your radiant smile, captivated by how your eyes crinkled at the corners and how it felt like tiny stars danced within them, illuminating everything around you. In an instant, you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, feeling the warmth radiate from his body, and buried your face into the soft crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent he carried that you had missed so deeply during your time apart. Each moment in his embrace felt like a sweet reunion, rekindling the feelings you harbored for him while reminding you of all the little things that made him special. It was a perfect blend of nostalgia and love that made your heart swell with joy.

Leon wrapped his arms securely around your waist, drawing you in so that your bodies were pressed together, and he rested his chin softly atop your head. As he swayed you both from side to side, he showered you with tender kisses on your head, causing a warmth to spread within you. With a playful tug, you began leading him towards the couch, eager to sink into its comfort together. The atmosphere felt cozy and intimate, enhancing the sweetness of the moment you shared.

You comfortably laid on your back, spreading your arms wide in an inviting gesture for him to lay on top of you, which he happily obliged. His smile was radiant, lighting up his face as he leaned down to meet your lips in a long, soft kiss that seemed to linger in the air around you. The warmth of his body against yours created a sense of intimacy that enveloped you both, making that moment feel timeless and cherished. As you kissed, everything else faded away, leaving just the two of you in your little world of happiness.

[vibratingskull]

Hello! 👋 I have a request if you don't mind. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Thrawn x f!reader reunion sex. F!reader was with Morgan, Bylan, Shin, and Sabine in finding Thrawn cause that's her man and she misses him and when they reunite, they have passionate alone time together 😏

Mmmmmmmmh 😋 smexy times with Thrawn, you have such good tastes anon. Plus Lars interpretation is DOING THINGS to me 😩🥵

Thrawnxf!reader

tag : reunion sex, cunnilingus, p in v sex, she/her reader and a bit of fluff

“What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality for those who may oppose us.” He casually says, closing the gap between him and the group with his signature smirk.

You straighten your back, gulping, your heart beating at 100 miles per hour.

Finally.

After ten years.

You can see him in all his glory.

Thrawn…

Your heart screams to throw yourself at him, everyone be damned, but it is a bad idea. None of them are aware of your relationship with Thrawn, you took great care in hiding that from them. This info is too sensitive to be known by anyone. Morgan would have tried to get rid of you if she knew, her thirst for power and glory pushing her to follow and obey Thrawn in all matters, but she’s not without deviances and you don’t trust her enough, Thrawn didn’t trust her enough either to reveal your relationship to her back in the Empire.

But you, you know her.

She always struck you as an odd choice for Thrawn to take as a protégé… She always lacked the genius he saw in Vanto and Faro, maybe it’s her undying loyalty that resembles obsession that pleased him? You doubt it. He surely only took her under his wings to know more about the Force and fight the jedis more efficiently.

“Great mothers, I salute you. Soon we should all escape this exile thanks to the help of Morgan Elsbeth.”

Oh that voice… so soft and melodic like in your memories. How much you yearned to hear it again. It makes you want to run into his arms and hug him tightly, to jump in his embrace and kiss him deeply.

But that would be stupidly dangerous. Elsbeth is too savage and you don’t feel those… Great Mothers. Something tells you they are the kind to exploit any weakness.

The discussion continues while your eyes remain on your man, your treasure, your cha’cah… He’s old. He seems tired and weary, his uniform is patched up. The weight of years really makes itself felt despite his haughty demeanor.

But to you he’s never been so handsome.

Nothing could compare to him and the moment of your reunion.

This instant is magic, timeless.  A fairy tale. You feel light bubbles in your stomach. But you have one lingering fear…

“And you are?” he asks Baylan, clasping his hand behind his back as you remember him doing.

“Mercenaries” Morgan explains “Baylan Skoll, and his apprentice Shin Hati.” She presents them, they bow lightly to him, remaining humble. “And (Y/n)(F/n), but I think you already know her.” 

You take a step forward and bow respectfully to him, a sour taste in your mouth. What if his sentiment faded during this ten years exile? What if he found comfort in the arms of one of his stormtroopers? What if you’re just too old for him now?

You look into his eyes as you raise back your head, he glares back at you with a light grin.

“I do remember. We used to work closely to defeat the enemy of the Empire together.”

“Indeed, Grand Admiral.” You nod humbly.

Oh to be close, you were close. As close as you can be. He takes his time to gauge you up and down with his little grin before turning back to Baylan.

“Then you must be General Baylan Skoll, of the Jedi order.”

----------------------------------------------------

You're fidgeting your fingers, laying on the bed. 

You can’t sleep. 

You’re well awake under the covers, eyes fixated on the stone ceiling of the cold room, mulling over your situation.

You find him! A hunt of ten years just ended, and you hoped for… more? Just after finishing the presentations Thrawn and Morgan locked themself in a room to strategize your next moves. Baylan, Shin and you were left arms dangling without anything to do. You tried to access the Chimaera to visit your old room but the captain, Enoch, stopped you and escorted you back to the stone citadel without a word.

You’re not welcome in the Chimaera anymore it seems.

Are your fears correct?

Did he find someone else?

You sigh deeply, turning in the cover again.You try not to think too much about it, you wished you could ask him for an explanation but each time you tried to enter the room a soldier stopped you. And you don’t think he would have appreciated to be disturbed in his brainstorming session for heart matters.

You bite your lips, feeling tears building behind your eyes. Even after ten years that still hurts like hell. You hoped for an explosive reunion, but you got a nod and a grin before getting ignored and relegated to a goon status. If only you could just cross path with him in the corridors, just one discussion to clear the air and know your situation for certain, if only-

You hear knocks at your door.

You raise your head. It’s almost 3am, who would come at this hour?

“Coming!” You shout, praying for it not to be Enoch with bad news.

You open your door to Thrawn, hands behind his back, and a serious gaze.

“Oh…” That’s all you can say, you thought he was already sleeping.

Apparently the session with Morgan only ended moments ago.

“May I enter?” he politely asks.

You step to the side, signaling him your permission. He enters slowly, like he’s discovering the room. You close the door and cross your arms, as much to protect you from the cold than to protect yourself from what he could throw at you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, a little anxious.

He spins on himself, turning to you.

“Nothing is wrong, dear. Nothing has ever been this brighter in ten years.”

You smile a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess finally seeing your rescue group must lift a heavy weight off your shoulders.”

“It is true. But I was not referring to that.” he counters. “Approach.”

You tilt your head, walking toward him. He extends his hand to you and you take it, wondering what he wants. He inspects your left hand and a smile graces his lips.

“You are still wearing your wedding ring.” you think you hear some relief in his tone but you can’t be sure.

“Yes. I kept it for all those years.” you admit.

“Does it still have value in your eyes?” he asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?” you frown.

“Your ring. Does it still hold any meaning to your heart?” he demands with gleaming eyes.

After a hesitation you nod.

“Yes. Yes it does.”

He looks into your eyes, as to see if you were lying and sighs of relief.

“You ease my heart.” he takes his left hand from behind his back into your hand, revealing his own ring “I kept mine too. It reminded me of you everyday.” He kisses your hand reverently.

You observe his ring on his finger, feeling your heart dilating with relief. 

He didn’t forget you…

“Thank Maker.” you whisper, closing your eyes.

“Cha’cah.” you reopen your eyes, feeling his warm palms on your cheek “I am blissful to see you. I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you too.” you throw yourself in his arms, circling him tightly.

He squeezes you against his heart, kissing the top of your head.

“I am here, cha’cah. And I am not going anywhere this time.”

You raise your gaze to meet his, full of hope.

“You promise?” you hear your voice crack “I already lost you once, I won’t survive losing you a second time.”

“I promise cha’cah. From now on we will remain together, fight together, rule together…” he tries to appease you.

“I don’t care about ruling anybody, it’s you that I want!” You bury yourself against him, digging your nails in the fabric of his white uniform like he would evaporate. You don’t care about any powers, all you came here for is to bring him home, you will think about power after.

“You are right as always. I am sorry. This is the most important.” He murmurs as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

He looms over you with his height, shielding you with his large shoulders. You start hearing a faint purr as he breathes in your musk.

“You smell lovely.” he finally says after a minute of silence.

“Yeah right!” you giggle “I’m sweaty and there aren't any showers here.”

“Well it is lovely nonetheless.” He inhales again with a growl of satisfaction “It is doing things to me…” he sighs deeply satisfied.

He starts kissing your exposed neck as you chuckle.

“Doing things to you? What happened to my unshakable Grand Admiral?”

“Maybe the unshakable Grand Admiral would like to revel in your delights.” he says lowly, pushing you gently against a wall.

You’re pressed between the cold stone and the large wall that is his chest, he kisses your neck, your jaw, stops to devour you with his red gaze and finally kisses your lips. You close your eyes to savor it, opening your mouth to let him enter. His tongue passes past your lips to hug and dance with yours. You  moan against his soft lips, indulging yourself in the languorous kiss. His purr grows louder, a hand in your hair to press your lips against his, his other hand snakes its way in your back to pull your body against his. You circle his shoulders with your arm, a hand passing in his hair, dishevelling him. The kiss became heavy and feverish, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your bare skin with his warm palm. You part with him to start unbuttoning his jacket with haste, barely containing your desire to simply tear it apart to gain access to his body. Thrawn chuckles darkly.

“I do not remember you so hasty.”

“We didn’t have 10 years to compensate.” you counter, you wince because a stupid button refuses to open.

He kisses your forehead tenderly and opens it for you, taking his sweet time deliberately. 

“I don’t wanna play tonight.” you say between a plea and an order.

“You are right, this is cruel of me.”

He finishes to open his jacket at a more acceptable pace and take it off, leaving himself in his signature black tank top.

“Maker, your taste in fashion hasn't evolved in ten years.” you giggle.

He sighs and tackles your feet. You yelp in surprise, losing your balance but he catches you with expert hands and carries you bridal style to your basic bed. He lays you down, looming over you like a predator and kisses you again, pulling your shirt over your breast and sliding your bra under it to expose your sensitive tits. He lapps them avidly, licks across the mount and sucks them like he would gulp down a treat, groping them with his large warm hands. You whimper and arch your back under his ministrations, how right does it feel to feel him on you again…

He kisses your tit and passes to the other, giving it the same treatment while massaging the first one. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you feel your pussy starting to leak with your slick and soaking your undergarment. You want his lips and hands everywhere on you at the same time, you want to feel the weight of his body on yours, pining you into place, you want him deep inside you.

“Hurry… Please hurry…” you whimper as his tongue works on your nipple.

“No.'' He berates you gently “I have been deprived of you for so long, let me enjoy it as I please.” He slowly trails his way down your stomach with his tongue, leaving a trail of fresh saliva from your breast to your tummy. He reaches the hem of your pants and takes a good lick at your venus mons with the flat of his tongue. He kisses it swiftly and opens your pants with deft hands.

“First, let me indulge myself in my favorite treat.” he says with a short breath, a rare visible sign of his excitement.

You try to raise your bust on your elbow to have a better view when he slides your panties to the side to gain access to your wet cunny. He blows on it lightly, letting the cold hair hit your sensitive bud. You whine, your pussy demanding attention urgently. He chuckles and kisses your pussy lips before taking a fat sloppy lick with the flat of his tongue. You throw your head backward with a moan as he licks and laps you thoroughly, he focuses on your clit, sucking it and flicking his tongue, giving it extra intention, eating you out as good as you remember him doing. Maker, in ten years he didn’t lose his touch, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He looks straight into your eyes as he does it, unashamed, growling like a carnivore feasting on its prey. You inadvertently squeeze his head in the spasm of your thighs, his large hands come part them wide open to give him better access. You flush deeply, taking shallow breath you feel yourself trembling terribly as pleasure waves spread through your veins. He continues to tease you like a hungry man, unbothered by your trembling limbs locking his head in its place. The waves grow furious and you come on his face. You let yourself fall on the mattress, tired and ashamed.

“I’m sorry…” you whine between two gasps.

“Never apologize for that. It is exactly what I wanted and you delivered splendidly.” he purrs, working his tongue on your fold. Drinking your slick, he parts your folds and enters you and tonguefuck you thoroughly, darting and caressing your gummy spot so deliciously.

You didn’t know any other man during those ten years, you stayed faithful to him and rarely took the matter in your own hands because you were so busy working to get him back. Those ten years of abstinence got you so sensitive that one orgasm already took a toll on your delicate pussy. You grip his hair and face, trying to pull him off you but he doesn’t budge, remaining firmly in place.

“Thrawn… please…” you try.

“That is it. Call my name cha’cah, do not hesitate to scream it as you cum.” he coos, his swollen lips working on yours all puffy and soft.

You try to wiggle out of his grip but he holds down your hips firmly with a growl of disapprobation, warning you to never deprive him of your cunny. He purposely makes the most obscenes sounds to get you hot and bothered, to let you know that it is because of you he behaves like a rabid animal in heat, that he tossed both of your dignities to indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. You moan under his skillful tongue, you are hypersensitive and already sore, how could you take another orgasm without shattering in a million pieces? Your pussy clench painfully over his tongue, you feel your muscles gorging themself with hot blood and puffing up.

“I missed that pussy.” He groans “You have no idea how much. Ten years without it was torture.”

“It… It wasn’t funny without you either.” you breathe.

“We will make up for it tonight, cha’cah. Do not worry about that.”

Oh you don’t worry about that, you worry about your spasming cunt. You feel your heart beating at max speed, ready to spring out of your ribcage. You feel your own blood beat furiously down in your core.

You come again, a powerful orgasm that tenses up all your muscles. You squirt in his mouth as you land on the mattress with a “oof”.

“Prodigious, cha’cah! You have done it!” He praises you, you can hear the warmth and the satisfaction in his voice and deep purr as he licks his lips hungrily. Thrawn adorns a smug smirk of making you cum two times. He kisses your clit and looms over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He places himself between your legs, raising up on his knees to take off his shirt and open his pants.  You wearily push yourself in a sitting position to get rid of all your clothes sticky and full of sweat. You help him with his pants, seeing the bulge in the tight fabric. It must be painful for him, you think. He frees his erection and you take it in your hand, stroking it lazily and kissing its head. You lick his blue girth from the base to the tip, peppering kisses here and there. He inhales deeply, his head back, caressing your cheek. you take him in your mouth and circle his crown with your tongue. It is warm and heavy in your mouth, it makes you drool. You taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. You start bobbing your head when he gently pulls you off. You look at him without understanding, pouting like a child who just got denied a tasty candy.

“What you are doing with your mouth is delightful, cha’cah. But I want my cock inside your pussy as soon as possible.” He rasps.

You open your eyes wide.

In your pussy? No way.

You’re already so sore, he can’t be serious.

“Thrawn…” you whine “I can’t take another one…” 

He gently pushes you back on the mattress, following you with a smirk.

“Of course you can, cha’cah. You are a big girl, you can take it and more. I trust you.” he licks and kisses your neck, weighing heavy on your more petite figure. You feel so safe under his warm, hot body.

He circles your waist with his arms and rolls on the side, pulling you on top of him.

“Ride me, my love. Take control.” He instructs.

You feel his dick poking at the plumpness of your ass, hard as a rock. You cry, your legs are already trembling, you don’t know if you can even ride him properly. You sigh and tiredly raise from your laying position to grasp him and align him with your sex. You ease yourself slowly on him, opening your mouth round at the full sensation. 

Maker, he’s big! You forgot how much.

You’re stuffed to the brim, you can’t take more. His hands come caressing your waist to ease your muscles.

“You are doing great, cha’cah. Ride me as you please, what you want I will give.” He praises you. 

You rise up and go down slowly, letting your slick act as a lubricant and it’s hardly a luxury given his girth. You breathe deeply through your nose and continue to ride him slowly, making circling motion with your hips. He can reach every spot with ease, you feel his tip brushing your cervix, deep inside you. You moan his name pathetically, your legs are barely working and you have difficulty raising your own weight on his shaft.

“Maker, were you always so tight?” he gasps with gleaming eyes.

You ride him sloppily as best you can, with Thrawn seizing your waist to help your motion, caressing you with his thumbs. He starts rutting into you delicately, but you can feel his eagerness bubbling under his skin. Despite that he respects the pace you choose. 

When you reach the end of your rope you fall on him, gasping for air. He hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head while rutting deep inside you, one hand between your two bodies to caress your clit. You can’t move anymore, you really should work on your stamina, you think with a tired smile, letting him work. Your sore pussy is stretched to the max, your pussylips are all swollen and your abused clit is all puffy and nervous. You feel your inner muscle working to welcome his cock deep inside you, so much you feel waves in your stomach. His veiny shaft stretches you deliciously. 

“Can I take the lead?” He softly asks.

You nod with a mumble, exhausted.

He makes you roll swiftly, getting on top of you again and installs a breakneck pace all of the sudden. He knocks the air out of your lungs, hitting your cervix with ease.

“Ha! Thrawn!” You manage to speak between two powerful thrusts.

“Hold on to me, cha’cah.” He indicates, panting, pressing himself against you and merely suffocating you.

Your head hits the headboard repeatedly, as you hold on to Thrawn for dear life. The scent of sex and his musk makes your head spin and the obscene noises of flesh hitting flesh resonate in the bedroom in an obsessing fashion. You gasp and mewls and whimper and sob, digging your nails in his large shoulders, his imposing figure shielding you completely. You let your gaze travel south and see how his cock disappears inside your body, a creamy O at the base of his shaft.

He rolls his hips like a jackhammer, pushing you into the mattress like it was nothing. You fear the bed will break, it’s clearly not made to bear such activities. 

“It is so good, cha’cah. It is better than in my memories. Is it good for you too?” he asks, biting your lower lips.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you can only chant.

He plunges into you with force, at this point you’re more of a fleshlight he uses than an active participant. But you’re so exhausted, and the pleasure you feel is so great it stiffen your limbs, preventing you from moving. You feel your poor pussy getting abused, hit repeatedly by his mighty hips. 

Despite his age, he really still got it.

It transports you back in time, with your younger self making love all night long, with him nuzzling against you, begging for another round while you just layed barely moving from exhaustion. In some way it is still the same, your older self just lasted less time.

You feel your pussy clenching on his cock again, and you just know you completely soaked up the sheets. You feel your slick and his pre-cum leaking of your cunny, running along your tight ass.

He holds your cheek tenderly and kisses you feverishly, muffling your mewls with his soft lips. His tongue comes to hug yours, languidly.

You cry his name as you cum again, seeing stars behind your closed eyes, tensing around his dick like it is trying to hold it deep inside, he kisses your cheek, purring loudly, clearly satisfied by his work.

His hips start jerking and moving erratically until he freezes, completely contracted, spurting long hot ribbons of seed in you. Your pussy milks him dry for all his worth.

He peppers your face with kisses, as you try to get back your breath.

“Can I remain inside? I want to enjoy you as long as I can.” he whispers in your ear.

You slowly nod, repressing a yawn.

He slides on the side, hugging you tight. You snuggle against him, your head against his beating heart.

“It was grandiose, was it not, cha’cah?” he kisses your forehead “I could go for another round if you wish?”

 You hide your face in his chest with a pathetic whine.

“Alright.” He chuckles, “as you wish, my love." 

You remain silent for long minutes, only listening to each other breathing. You draw circle on his wide chest with the tip of your finger before taking the floor. 

"You're gonna find it stupid, but I was afraid you'd find someone else." You let out. 

"Nobody could have taken your place, you are unique in my heart." Thrawn whispers back. 

"Yet when Enoch refused me access to the Chimaera I thought our time was over." You turn your head to meet his gaze. 

His hand comes grazing your cheek. 

"I had to do… reforms to keep my troops alive. It was not against you. I will warn Enoch to give you free access to the ship first thing in the morning." He comforts you. 

You pull the cover a bit over the both of you, thinking.

"I don't like Morgan." you let out "I don't trust her."

"Me neither. But she is a necessary evil to my plans."

"Necessary to the point of isolating yourself with her for hours?"

He gives you a sidelong glance with a smirk.

"Did you become jealous during those ten years?" he asks, amused.

"Yes, terribly. I want to know what you do with her." you demand.

"We simply planned our next campaign. I would like your opinion on some moves tomorrow, I trust your strategic abilities more than hers." He boops your nose and you wince exaggeratedly.

You remember the long hours you used to spend together, strategizing carefully each move, he asked your advices regularly, taking your opinions and suggestions very seriously despite his genius. You ended up sleeping at your desk several time but he would carry you to your shared bed and hug you tight... Those were simpler, nicer times.

You smile, looking in his magnificent red eyes. 

"I love you, Thrawn." you murmur, eyes heavy with sleep. 

"I love you, Ch'acah." He kisses your forehead "Sleep well."

@thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @bluechiss

[somebodys-nightmare]

Why Aerith is Actually the Biggest Support of Cloud and Tifa's Relationship

Despite the illusionary red herring of the “love triangle” in disc one of FFVII, when you look at the big picture of the Compilation and the overall story, it becomes evident that Aerith, like Cloud and Tifa’s other friends, supports their romantic relationship and their spiritual bond.

In fact, in Aerith’s case, she not only supports it but actively works to push and keep them together, symbolically blessing their union and ultimately helping guide Cloud toward a life of love and family with the girl he’s loved all along.

The so-called love triangle is a plot device and a vehicle for internal conflicts.

As the last Cetra, Aerith’s role is one of a guide and spiritual protector, a role that becomes fully realized in the Lifestream following her death. In this capacity, part of her purpose is to lead souls to their “Promised Land”.

The conflicts present in the first two games of the Remake trilogy are leading to this actualized version of Aerith, who is already present in the timeless meta of Lifestream.

In Remake, Aerith displays a premonition and almost otherwordly awareness of Cloud and Tifa’s relationship, suggesting that she has insight beyond the present moment. Aerith’s role as a Cetra - primarily through the foresight and memories handed down to her via the White Materia - allows her to perceive connections and destinies.

In the very beginning of Remake, Aerith gives Cloud a yellow lily that is laden with meaning and serves as one of the most striking symbols in FFVII. She explains that lovers give this flower when they reunite, subversively foreshadowing the future reunion of Cloud and Tifa. Depending on the player’s level of resistance during this scene, Aerith even teases Cloud, suggesting that the flower will “make his girlfriend’s day” if he gives it to her.

Sure enough, Cloud later gives the lily to Tifa at Seventh Heaven, foreshadowing both their romantic connection and their eventual reunion in the Lifestream. Unlike the OG, there is no optionality in this scene and the option to give the flower to Marlene is removed, cementing this trajectory as an important part of the main scenario.

The flower's symbolic journey doesn't stop there, though. When Aerith rescues Marlene from Seventh Heaven in Chapter 12, she notices the flower on display in Tifa’s corner of the bar with all of her things, clearly indicating it's a cherished gift she received from Cloud. Upon seeing it, Aeith smilies approvingly, a subtle and silent acknowledgment that Cloud indeed gave the flower to his true love.

In Chapter 8 of Remake, while walking with Aerith after rescuing the kids in Sector 5, Cloud has a memory flash of Tifa, causing him to call out her name. Aerith’s curiosity is piqued, and she asks Cloud if Tifa is his girlfriend. When Cloud denies this, Aerith insists that Tifa is “someone special”, forcing Cloud to admit that his relationship with Tifa is complicated and difficult to explain.

It’s important to note the way that Aerith claspes her hands into her “prayer hands” pose in this scene, emphasizing a spiritual premonition of the knowledge of Cloud and Tifa's bond and its importance.

Not much later, in Chapter 9, upon seeing Tifa and realizing she may be in danger in Wall Market, Aerith not only insists that Cloud go after her, but even teases about their relationship.

In Chapter 12, when Tifa is conflicted about letting Cloud go up to the pillar to fight Shinra without her, Aerith urges Tifa to “follow her heart,” a phrase that is meant not only to encourage her at that moment but hints at her support of their relationship.

During Tifa’s resolution in Remake, the emotional and romantic embrace that Cloud and Tifa share takes place in a deeply symbolic location: Aerith’s garden. Surrounded by reunion flowers and with the Lifestream pulsing in the nearby water, this imagery clearly foreshadows Cloud and Tifa's eventual true reunion, but the choice of this location can also represent Aerith's meta-blessing of Cloud and Tifa’s bond.

This symbolism reflects that Aerith, despite the conflicts inherent in the first disc of the story, supports the love between Cloud and Tifa in the meta of the story.

In Rebirth, Aerith’s actions continue to reflect her role as a Cetra, even as she struggles with her own conflicting emotions regarding Cloud and her longing for Zack. This matter is further complicated by Aerith losing the memories and foresight contained in the White Materia.

Despite her loss of foresight, and despite her complex internal conflict surrounding Cloud and Zack, Aerith remains aware of the bond Cloud and Tifa share and remains on the pathway towards her purpose as a Cetra who is meant as a guide to the promised land, continuously recognizing the importance of Cloud and Tifa’s bond, even when it reminds her of her own loneliness.

In Chapter 2, for example, after Cloud and Tifa’s fight in Kalm, while on the Clocktower Aerith urges Cloud to cherish Tifa, recognizing how special their bond is.

And in Chapter 11, while on the water tower, she manages to get Cloud to admit how he pined for Tifa when he was younger.

This moment stands out as a moment of development for Aerith, as it reinforces her understanding of the true nature of Cloud and Tifa's relationship (especially within the context of her losing her Remake foresight).

Let’s pivot to the OG. In the end after Cloud defeats Sephiroth in the mental realm, we see Aerith reach out to him from the Lifestream, extending her hand as if to guide him. This gesture then transitions to Tifa’s hand in the physical world, as she reaches out to Cloud within the collapsing crater.

This visual connection, bridging the spiritual and physical realms, suggests that Aerith is guiding Cloud home to Tifa, connecting him with his true “Promised Land.”

This is the fully actualized Aerith who understands her role as a Cetra, and uses this power to help Cloud.

In On the Way to a Smile, Cloud believes Aerith led Denzel to him as a form of personal redemption for his failures. While this is simply his assumption and not necessarily the case, let’s assume for the sake of argument that Aerith did indeed lead Denzel to Cloud.

If this is the case, it only makes sense that Aerith did so as a gift to Cloud and Tifa to further bless their relationship.

Tifa seems to agree.

Cloud finds Denzel at Aerith's church and brings him home because Tifa tells him to. Denzel becomes Cloud and Tifa’s adopted son, cementing the family that Cloud builds with Tifa - two people who both lost their entire families and can now find healing in their shared traumas by starting one of their own.

By guiding Denzel into Cloud and Tifa's lives, Aerith brings Cloud closer to his “Promised Land” of family and love, deepening Cloud's connection and purpose with Tifa.

One of the most iconic Cloud and Tifa moments in the entire Compilation takes place in Advent Children in Aerith’s church, where Cloud finds Tifa injured and helpless. He rushes to her side, and in a moment of shared vulnerability, the two collapse together amidst Aerith’s flowers in a yin-yang position that symbolizes balance, harmony, and interconnectedness, reflecting the depth of Cloud and Tifa’s bond as both lovers and soulmates.

The scene once again takes place in a space intrinsically tied to Aerith. The yin-yang pose speaks to Cloud and Tifa’s complementary nature, with Aerith’s flowers surrounding them as a visual reminder of her meta-support of their relationship, much like Tifa’s resolution.

When Cloud nearly dies towards the end of Advent Children, it’s Aerith and Zack who send him back to the living world. Aerith’s words to Cloud suggest that he has more to live for, and this life is with his family and Tifa. By urging him to return, Aerith ensures that Cloud remains with those who need and love him most, fulfilling her purpose as a spiritual guide.

Her decision to send him back also symbolizes her desire to see Cloud happy with the family he’s found in Tifa, the woman he has always loved

While Shinra believes that the Promised Land is some utopia an Ancient can guide them to, we learn from FFVII’s lore throughout the Compilation that the Promised Land (as believed by the Cetra) is really symbolic of each individual person’s place of true happiness, and perhaps eternal rest in the afterlife.

As stated before, as the last Cetra, part of Aerith’s duty is to guide souls to their “Promised Land.” We see this in On The Way to a Smile in Case of Lifestream White, and it’s being foreshadowed heavily in the Remake trilogy.

For Cloud, who is still living, his Promised Land isn’t an ethereal realm but rather a life of love, family, and belonging with Tifa, Denzel, and Marlene.

The Remake trilogy seems to be building on this theme, with Aerith consistently recognizing and supporting Cloud’s bond with Tifa, even in the face of her own complicated affections prior to her death.

I fully expect that we can look forward to part three of the Remake trilogy explicating this in a way that is undeniable, while also bringing about the ultimate reunions the first two games have been setting up for between both Cloud and Tifa and Aerith and Zack.

The flower symbolism with the yellow lily representing reunion foreshadows this dual fulfillment, suggesting that both couples will find their “Promised Lands.

Cloud will reach his “Promised Land” with Tifa and his family, while Aerith will find her place alongside Zack in the Lifestream, each character finding the place they truly belong.

[cerastes]

I want the eventual Arknights fighting game to include a sort of title for each character, like “Amiya, Hope of Rhodes Island”, “Kal’tsit, Timeless Protector”, “Talulah, Reunion’s Rot” specifically and exclusively so I can play as Nian and have the announcer dramatically introduce her as “Nian, Unemployed” in the pre-match loading screen.

[hitchell-mope]

Every episode of nuwho.

Rose

The end of the world

The unquiet dead

Aliens of London

World war three

Dalek

The long game

Father’s Day

The empty child

The doctor dances

Boom town

Bad Wolf

The parting of the ways

The Christmas invasion

New Earth

Tooth and claw

School reunion

The girl in the fireplace

The rise of the Cybermen

The age of steel

The idiots lantern

The impossible planet

The Satan pit

Love and monsters

Fear her

Army of ghosts

Doomsday

The runaway bride

Smith and jones

The Shakespeare code

Gridlocked

Daleks in Manhattan

Evolution of the Daleks

The Lazarus experiment

42

Human nature

The family of blood

Blink

Utopia

The sound of drums

The last of the time lords

Voyage of the damned

Partners in crime

The fires of Pompeii

Planet of the ood

The Sontaran stratagem

The poison sky

The doctor’s daughter

The unicorn and the wasp

Silence in the library

Forest of the dead

Midnight

Turn left

The stolen Earth

Journey’s end

The next doctor

Planet of the dead

The waters of Mars

The end of time part one

The end of time part two

The eleventh hour

The beast below

Victory of the Daleks

The time of angels

Flesh and stone

The vampires of Venice

Amy’s choice

The hungry earth

Cold blood

Vincent and the doctor

The lodger

The Pandorica opens

The Big Bang

A Christmas Carol

The impossible astronaut

Day of the moon

The curse of the black spot

The doctor’s wife

The rebel flesh

The almost people

A good man goes to war

Let’s kill Hitler.

Night terrors

The girl who waited

The god complex

Closing time

The wedding of River Song

The Doctor, the window and the wardrobe

Asylum of the Daleks

Dinosaurs on a spaceship

A town called mercy

The power of three

The angels take manhattan

The snowmen

The bells of Saint John

The rings of Akhaten

Cold War

Hide

Journey to the center of the tardis

The crimson horror

Nightmare in silver

The name of the doctor

The night of the doctor

The day of the doctor

The time of the doctor

Deep breath

Into the Dalek

Robot of Sherwood

Listen

Time heist

The caretaker

Kill the moon

Mummy on the orient express

Flatline

In the forest of the night

Dark water

Death in heaven

Last. Christmas

The magician’s apprentice

The witch’s familiar

Under the lake

Before the flood

The girl who died

The woman who lived

The Zygon invasion

The Zygon inversion

Sleep no more

Face the Raven

Heaven sent

Hell bent

The husbands of River Song

The return of Doctor Mysterio

The pilot

Smile

Thin ice

Knock, knock

Oxygen

Extremis

The pyramid at the end of the world

The lie of the land

Empress of Mars

The eaters of light

World enough and time

The doctor falls

Twice upon a time

The woman who fell to earth

The ghost monument

Rosa

Arachnids in the uk

The tsuranga conundrum

Demons of the Punjab

Kerblam!

The witchfinders

It takes you away

The battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos

Resolution

Spyfall part one

Spyfall part two

Orphan 55

Nikola Tesla’s night of terror

Fugitive of the Judoon

Praxeus

Can you hear me?

The haunting of villa diodati

Ascension of the Cybermen

The timeless children

Revolution of the Daleks

The Halloween apocalypse

War of the sontarans

Once upon time

Village of the angels

Survivors of the flux

The vanquishers

Eve of the Daleks

Legend of the sea devils

The power of the doctor

The star beast

Wild blue yonder

The giggle

The church on Ruby Road

Space babies

The Devil’s chord

Boom

73 yards

Dot and bubble

Rogue

The legend of Ruby Sunday

Empire of death

Joy to the world