#ignitesthestars

YEAH

Y E A H

it's been a decade... a whole ass decade........

ten years we've known each other now......

She is lonely.

Not at first.

At first, she enjoys the solitude that beats around her between guests. The poor souls that need her are enough at first. She entertains and grants a desire, and she takes what she wants.

Then she is alone again, pleasant and quiet.

It takes years for that loneliness to begin creeping in. Like ink, it sticks to her skin. It doesn't come off. Bit by bit, it starts to cover her. She hates herself for it, but she aches for Signy. They were friends, a pair in harmony.

She hates Signy for her aches.

And that's how easy it is to let herself be swept away by her poor, unfortunate souls. Her sweet children, her horrid boys that have to be punished for tricking girls. She keeps them close to her when she gets too lonely.

That's how he finds her.

She hasn't quite forgotten the boy that resonated inside of her so long ago. When he walks into her caves to seek her out, he's not much of a boy any longer. She's not much a girl. His face is more defined, and she can pick pieces of herself out of him.

He walks into her cave, older, defined, and she realizes that ache could kill her. It can open wide and swallow her whole, swallow the world whole.

“You have become quite the legend,” he says.

Her head tilts. She slithers closer to him, tail lashing behind her.

He waited years to come back to find her, but she tries to not blame him.

“I should have gone with you,” Ulla wills herself to say. Her throat aches, her voice scratches.

He frowns. “And now look where you are.”

“A legend. A myth.” Her smile is slick and self-satisfied. Her promises are kept, as all promises to her have been kept.

He doesn't smile back, but she thinks maybe there is something that reflects back out at her from his gaze. It softens a bit. The gaping maw of loneliness gnashes its teeth.

Crouching, he reaches a hand out to her.

Ulla eyes it with suspicion. “You knew who I was the moment you met me.”

“Not the exact moment.”

“You knew how to find me.” That's accusation in her voice. He waited and waited and waited to find her.

His fingers curl in slowly towards his palm. Anger exists in that flex, in the clench of his jaw.

“You rejected me first.”

A curious thing to both have suffered at the hands of the people who should have been more careful. She hurt him when she didn't want to be his sister.

She reaches her hand out, the tips of her wet fingers touching his dry cheek.

His eyes widen. He didn't expect that.

“I'm here now,” he murmurs.

There’s relief in those words. Comfort. She wants to let them wrap around her and give her something she hasn’t had in such a long time. Her hand cups his face. She knows he wants her to feel that way. He is here now, but-

“For how long?”

Her tail thrashes, black ink in her water. His gaze doesn’t leave her face though. It doesn’t trail off to follow the anger that brims just beneath the surface.

He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. “I can’t stay indefinitely, Ulla. And you can’t leave indefinitely.”

He moves, rolling up his pants and taking up his shoes. She lets him sink his legs into her pool, next to her. “But I do need you.”

Her lips press into a fine line. She knows the hints of desires underneath his sweet words very well. They’re Signy’s words. Roffe’s. They’re all the words of all the people who have come to her for help. He gives her a smile that she supposes he means to be charming. It isn’t. Ulla feels beyond the need for being charmed.

But she’s good at deals and exchanges.

His smile doesn’t slip from his mouth, but it darkens a bit. It had never reached his eyes. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, mussing it up a bit. He might be older, but there are still hints of a boy in there.

“You need my help,” she finally says to him. “You require something from me.”

“Yes,” he admits.

She appreciates that.

“There is nobody else who can help me,” he tells her. “Our mother - We exist for power, Ulla. That’s what she’s always wanted, and it’s what she’s always taught me. But that power comes at a cost. You know it well.”

A strange thing, considering this witch cast her daughter back into the water and never looked back. Perhaps she didn’t believe that Ulla would have the same power that her son has. But she does. Not the same, but the power.

He takes her hand in his. “I ripped a piece of the world out and plunged it into darkness.”

She had swallowed whole the island her people mingled on.

“I have heard of you,” she says slowly. “The Black Heretic.”

“News travels far, it would seem.”

“The sea talks.” She covers his hand with her other one, but her touch is not soft and wistful. She squeezes, her black gaze not leaving his. Not letting him get away. “You can unmake the world. What need is there for me?”

He leans in, breath almost shallow. They’re alone, secluded, but he still pitches his voice as a whisper. “I don’t wish to be lonely any longer, Ulla.” She can feel the power in his touch, the energy that flows between them is almost electric. “And I don’t wish for our people to be feared and hunted. I need light.”

Long ago, she sang light. It required blood. It required a boy who hadn’t deserved what she did to him. Her nails dig into his skin now.

“However you can give it to me,” he amends.

“I don’t sing for free, Brother.” Even for him. Especially for him.

He nods, as if he knew she would say that. Perhaps he did. If they are the same, cut from the same black material, then he is the same. He leans down even further until his dry lips are against her skin. She isn’t sure when the last time she was kissed. Perhaps a quick peck by Signy on her cheek so many years ago. But now her brother is giving her a gift, a kiss on her forehead. Is this free? Or does he think this suitable payment?

“Name your price, Sister.”

She keeps herself bowed beneath his presence, hands trapped, nails in skin.

“Your name. I want your name.”

author: ignitesthestars

length: oneshot

word count: 6267

rating: T

author’s summary:

Jimin’s definitely biting his lower lip, except it’s not really enticing anymore, not even to Yoongi’s trash brain. Not it’s more like he’s chewing on it, a habit that’s so obviously nervous that Yoongi has a sudden, obvious premonition about where this conversation is going.

Oh, shit. Oh, no. No, Jiminie, I am not the person for this--

“Dated boys,” Jimin blurts finally. “You dated boys, hyung.”

(in which Jimin comes out to Yoongi, causing a cascading series of Gay Crises in both of them).

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  also when do the riots start because sean o’pry...

GODFREY

FEI THAT IS A MIDDLE-AGED MAN

so i misread ‘thee’ as 'three’ and went on a whole brain journey about what book 3 would be about

no that’s too much bangtan actually

Boy groups or girl groups

BOTH ARE VALID but for ffs give girl groups more powerful choreo because they can obviously do it!!!

EXAMPLES: 

Laboum covering Block B’s - Her

(now disbanded T_T): The Ark covering BTS - Boy in Luv

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, K-2SO (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Romance, Injury, Serious Injuries, nothing a little bacta can't fix, Forehead Kisses Summary:

“One hundred percent of the crashes I have experienced involved you, Jyn Erso.” K2 informs her pleasantly. “Given that no other flight experience I've been involved in has experienced an abrupt descent, I can only conclude that you - oh. You're bleeding."

Or, Jyn is slightly impaled and Cassian sees to her wound. Emotions are had.