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( we all want what we can't have )

( what you can never have )

When two people come together in a relationship, it's a beautiful thing. What can be wrong with love, right? Right? Except when the union is completely and totally wrong, for whatever reason. Then things can get a little messy.

How To Play

1. Comment with your character, listing their name, canon, etc, along with any preferences.
2. Comment around to others, using the RNG to determine the scenario. It doesn't have to be a lovey-dovey relationship, obviously. There can be hate, sorrow, lust, whatever.
3. Thread! Have fun! Do things!

Scenarios

1. Warring Factions: You belong to rival organizations, armies, clubs, etc. Whatever it is, you're not on the same team.

2. Soldiers on the Battlefield: Or maybe you are on the same side, but this is the wrong time and the wrong place. Plus, attachments cause distractions.

3. Bodyguard and the Guarded: Just like the movie with Kevin Costner! One of you has been hired to protect the other for some reason, and feelings are starting to grow. Are you a professional and cut things off, or do you give in?

4. Prince/ss and Knight: Similar to the above, but with a whole 'nother level of wrong...one of you is royal. Courtly love is okay; still, don't forget your place.

5. Enemies: This vendetta is personal, and you totally hate this person! Don't you? Perhaps you're maybe just rivals, or something as serious as superhero and villain.

6. Family: The ultimate taboo. This person is related to you, so there's no way you should indulge this desire, even if it's the most pure love there ever was.

7. Age Difference: The years between you should keep you both at bay, but it's easier said than done.

8. Teacher/Student: Teachers and students have a unique bond, and to corrupt it is a dangerous thing. Will you dare to act on emotions that could put you both in a destructive place?

9. Already Spoken For: One or both of you are already involved with someone else, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Just know that you can't have your cake and eat it, too.

10. Not Compatible: Your personalities or jobs make it so it's hard for you to be together.

11. Not Compatible...in Another Way: You're both different species, which means you're either afraid to take your relationship to a physical level or you can't because of differences in biologies.

12. Not Ready for Love: You took a vow (or celibacy, of chastity, of dedication), you're married to your work, or you just don't want to be involved with anyone. Too bad!

13. Rich and Poor: One of you has the money while the other is from more modest means. Can the 1% and the 99% ever be bedfellows, literally?

14. Hurt Before: Your heart has been broken, and maybe there's been no time to heal. But here you are.

15. WILDCARD

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( open to all! )

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( so sorry! work has been super hectic. if you are still interested ... i'm pretty much okay with everything. maybe less interested in 5, but seriously have fun! )

Varian knew that she would probably never look at it that way, but that didn't mean he was giving up.

No, she was so, so... so beautiful, so wise, so radiant, how could he ever give up on her? And if they were friends and would always stay friends, that was also amazing, even if, even if-- well, nevermind. But could she ever feel the same as him, well, about her, that is, about him? Oh.

Today, he came to her church again, and again on early morning, because he just couldn't wait to see her smile.

"Good morning, milady, it's me!"

"I, I picked some flowers on the way, and uhm, I think, I mean I know, you like flowers, so they made me think of you, so, here!"

Well. That could be more smooth, so he mentally kicked himself.

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[Sif and ~~Mystique~~Thor because Sif is heartsick?

Let's try the Warring Factions scenario with elements of Soldiers on the Battlefield for the first meeting. :)

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[open to canon and crosscanon, characters in their late 20s and up preferred]

[ Prefs in journal! Especially interested in 1, 2, 3, and 7. ]

[ no to #6; otherwise the rest are fine. chloe's pretty good for #13 especially 'cause this girl is poor af. ]

[ No 6, please, he already has that problem canonly.

Laurent's canon comes with a lot of trigger warnings. It includes incestuous child abuse, slavery, torture, drug use, suicide, and a whole heap of explicit sexual content of varying degrees of consent. It doesn't have to come up but just FYI. ]

[No 6, please, and please ask first about 5, 7, 8, and 11! Otherwise these all sound great.]

[This was not in their stars.

They should know, more than most. Their stars are very specific, after all. They are the children of destiny - the paths they must walk were set in ages long past by gods and demons and the ever-turning wheel of fate, with the only choice afforded to them being the method by which they follow it: tall and head-on, or forcibly dragged along towards that inevitable conclusion. Deviance from those ancient paths is not permitted.

At least... until a power not bound to the Triforce or the Crystal sees fit to pluck them off those roads and unceremoniously dump them into a world that does not demand their blood for its salvation - a world where the likes of Hylia and Bahamut hold no dominion, where the only paths to be found are the ones they leave behind them. And it is a lonely world, filled with strange things and unfamiliar people, and perhaps it isn't necessarily wise, or right, but...

She is regal and eloquent like Lunafreya.

He is quiet and kind like Link.

--No, it is very definitely neither wise nor right to seek out the traits of those they've been separated from in other people, but perhaps it is only human that they do. Perhaps that's all they are, in the absence of gods and demons and the ever-turning wheel of fate: only human.

This was not in their stars, and destiny will surely demand the return of its children sooner or later. But not yet. Not now. Now, they sit together under stars that hold no predictions for them, drawing comfort from the warmth of a fire and the company of a kindred spirit. And when Zelda - dutiful Zelda, who would not understand the concept of small talk if it smacked her in the face - breaks the quiet, you know it's not going to be blithe banter that follows.]

... What would you do, if someone from Eos were to awaken here with us?

[She does not specify anyone in particular - though she has some ideas, in the stories he's told of "the guys" that were once ever at his side. The one who first comes to mind with her question may be just as telling as the action he thinks he'd take.]

[It's pure force of habit that has him idly poking at the campfire with a stick, mostly for the sake of something to do with his hands at a time when the thought of tuning the world out to play games on his phone just seems...wrong, somehow. It makes him feel responsible, a little bit, to be tending the flames; it makes him feel better to have something vaguely sword-shaped in his hand while he's in a place as unfamiliar as this. But he still feels the absence of his friends like a hollow that's been dug out of his chest, and it's a loss that's all the more acute in a moment like this, when he could predict with such certainty what each and every one of them would be doing if they were here right now.

Prompto would like Zelda, he thinks. She's not quite his type, exactly; her poise and her kindness would intimidate him more than he'd want to let on, though he'd certainly find her compelling and, of course, highly photogenic. Ignis would approve of her, would fuss over seeing to her comforts as a guest of their group and as royalty both. Gladio would be more daring than Prompto, maybe. Quite possibly he'd just hit on her; seems like a Gladio thing to do.

But they're not here. It's just Noctis here, pulled out of the cocoon of a crystal ten years too soon, tossed on the breath of the wild to a place that's somehow even more isolated and miserable than he'd been roaming the corridors of Zegnautus Keep.

Still, Zelda is here. And the guys would like her, even if they're not here. He kind of likes her, too, for reasons he doesn't want to think too hard about right now.]

...Guess that depends on who it was.

[Which is a little bit "thanks, Captain Obvious", to be sure, but — "someone from Eos" is so unspecific. A crown citizen? One of his friends? That bastard Chancellor? It's impossible to say for certain, when there are so many things he might feel about any one of them.]

And how much trouble I thought they were going to cause.

[Maybe it's telling, how he slides so easily into assuming the worst. If there's anyone likely to find him here, it's not the guys. It's not his subjects. It's his worst nightmare, who clings to him like a plague and seems hellbent on never, never leaving him alone.]

[It is. Telling, that is. This is a boy that has known battle and strife as she has, who has wielded metal and magic in equal measure, with the concept of "safety" being a fickle, tenuous thing, too easily taken away. She understands the depths of his dreary answer in a way she imagines few would, and for her, that understanding in and of itself is something as unfamiliar and strange as the lands that surround them.

And there's a part of her that wants to press him, to see the implications of his response through to the end. The Princess wants to know what he would do, if this hypothetical person was going to cause trouble. The Sage, how far he would go. And the blood and soul of a goddess passed down through the ages desires little more than to see what form his justice would take. The want to know all these things claws at her heart with a desperate need, that feeling of understanding like a drug she's become addicted to, but--

The girl buried underneath all that, the one who watches him stoke the fire with idle anxiousness and sees the ache of his loneliness in his eyes, silences all of them with the simple desire to alleviate that burden if she can, if only for a moment. She has seen one hero carry all the world upon his shoulders already, and she broke time and space itself to give him a chance at a life without that weight. But she does not have such power here, and she can hardly remember what it means to be soft and gentle, let alone comforting.]

And if they weren't?

[There is no truly happy answer to her original question - which is why it is one that has plagued her in the darkest and quietest parts of the night - but she at least tries to steer his thoughts towards the sweeter side of bitter.]

If they were just... someone who did not need to be here. What then?

[She broke time and space to make one hero lay down his burden, but... would that matter to the powers at play here? When worlds like Eos and Hyrule are as one and the same to them?]

[Someone who doesn't need to be here. What does that even mean, he wonders inwardly? Someone like one of them, snatched up from their circumstances and brought here with no warning and no explanation of why? Maybe that's it. Maybe what she's really asking is, what would you do if you saw a familiar face, instead of all the strangers that surround him.

A familiar face. A little flash of something like hysteria bubbles up from the pit of his stomach, and he's quick to swallow it back down before it can make it to his lips. Even a familiar face can't really be trusted, can it? Because it could always be someone else hiding beneath it.

(But what if he was wrong? What if it really were them, and he didn't know it? What if he hurt someone he loves, again, because he was tricked into it? What if, what if — it's making him crazy.)

That's not what she's asking, he reminds himself. He'd automatically leapt to the worst possible outcome and she'd asked what he'd do if it weren't that. He's the one who keeps backsliding into his fears and his inadequacies. She's trying to hold out a hand to help him out of it. He's the one who keeps failing to take it.

The fire snaps and crackles, as he pokes at it again.]

Dunno. Find them and...try to keep them safe, I guess. That's my job.

[No, that doesn't sound right. Try it again, king.]

That'd be the right thing to do, I mean.

tlj compliant.

one. two. three. four.

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[Rollo spends a lot of time by himself, these days. Left alone to marinate in ale and self-loathing while Ragnar raids in England, he has far too much time on his hands. Sometimes he likes to find serenity outside of a hall on a bench. Sometimes he likes to have his ale in the crisp, cold air on the outskirts of the village.

Rollo sits atop a rock, breathing in the scent of the salt and water. He allows himself to be sprayed with the icy water, it makes him feel a little more alive.

His eyes scan the horizons, casting downward to the waves before him. He's sure he sees a strange shadow, but it's far too cold for a fish that large. He stands on his rock, tossing his empty mug aside as he watches the shadow become more distinct.

It's a body. And to be drifting for so long in the cold, it doesn't have a chance of survival. Yet, Rollo is filled with the desire to do something constructive with himself. He barely hears the rational voice in his head, telling him this is a bad idea. He wades into the water easily, steady through the currents as he holds out his arms and scoops the body upward.

It's a woman. A dead one. He thinks. He brings her to shore all the same, staggering up the beach so he can set her down away from the waves. She's ice cold and she's not breathing, he pats her cheek and sits himself down next to her. Hardly seems worth trying to revive her.]

I hope they've stoked a fire in Valhalla for you. [He murmurs.]

[ In cold darkness, her mind drifts. She is beyond time, beyond any true awareness greater the most basic form of simply being. If she still had enough sense of self to have such thought, she would think that this is not the afterlife she was promised.

Flashes rip through the darkness, lightning spreading over her mind. There is a blade at her throat, a steep cliff in front of her.

Sacrifice.

Vague recollections of struggle follow, then falling... and the sound of someone calling her name. Someone she loves.

Sif's eyes fly open, and she starts to cough, water welling out of her mouth as she rolls to the side. A thin white dress is clinging to her body, so far from anything those who know her would be accustomed to seeing her in. Around her neck a thin golden chain is pulled tight, seemingly without a clasp.

Pushing wet hair out of her eyes she staggers to her feet, looking up at the sky. ]

Heimdall! Heimdall, open the bifrost!

[ Her voice is hoarse, cracking at the edges, and whatever she hoped to accomplish with her call clearly doesn't happen.

She bends over to cough up more water, and then falls to the ground again, a rock opening a cut on her forehead. ]

[ m/f or f/f - for muses 18+, please ask first and i’ll be happy to age up. ]

[Ben was not supposed to fall in love. He may not have been a Jedi, but he was still a Force User of not insignificant power. His grandfather brought the Jedi to a near total end over a woman and his obsessive, possessive, all-consuming need for her. It was a burning love that scorched everything and everyone who interfered in it, even inadvertently.

He did not love in the way his grandfather did. Ben's love was not a wildfire, it was a glowing collection of warm embers, keeping him sustained through the cold nights spent not knowing what the morning would bring. Jyn was impossible to place on a pedestal the way Padme had been by Anakin, because she was so similar in her faults, her uncertainties, her intensity and above all, her own fragile embers of hope that kept her inexplicably coming back to him. He knew he didn't deserve it after what he'd done.

He knew, yet being told via Rey that Master Luke wanted him to cut the relationship off - how he knew they were together, Ben wasn't sure - still stung. The gall of his old Master, to try to tell him what was good or was bad for him, after everything that had transpired between them. He hadn't even given Rey a reply to give back to Luke. Frankly, there was no way that wouldn't end in an argument.

Yet for all his indignant outrage at being told to leave Jyn alone, he couldn't deny that he could be... overly intense. Ben hadn't gone at a wall with a lightsaber in a while, hadn't snapped and Force choked someone since he stumbled back over to the Light side, but there was always the potential for him to slip back into that. And while Jyn was perfectly capable in a fair fight, the Force made all fights unfair. The idea that he could hurt her, that he could go down the path, gave him nightmares for three days before he finally decided the only way to work through this was to talk it out with Jyn.

He knew no two people were as good at avoiding conversations as they could be when they wanted to, so he dropped by unannounced, casually dressed in a wine colored high-collar jacket, black sweater and black slacks, hair extra wavy as he had just taken it out of the braids he favored during training sessions with Rey. Having come straight from that, he looked even less like the formidable Kylo Ren than he already usually did around Jyn, face earnest and eyes uncertain as he knocked on the door of her quarters.]

Jyn? My constellation? [He had taken to calling her that, after their... night together, as he so tentatively referred to it. At the time, it had made sense, and he hadn't been able to shake it.] Are you in there? We need to talk. Or rather, I need to talk to you.

[Jyn never expected to fall in love. With anyone, much less Ben Solo, formerly Kylo Ren, who half of the galaxy still reviled and feared. She had spent almost an entire lifetime on her own, and it was a lonely life, but it was what she knew. It was what she thought she'd always know.

But then she'd cobbled together a patchwork little family all her own, and found a place where she belonged, and fought for a cause that she truly believed in. And she thought that was enough - until she met Ben Solo, and she knew that it wasn't. Love didn't happen in an instant, but there had been a connection, a spark, and an undeniable urge to find out what that could mean.

Her friends were skeptical, even if they trusted her to know what was best for her. 'Are you sure?', Cassian had asked once, to which she had replied that she was. Maybe they all still worried about her, even if they didn't say as much, but Jyn trusted Ben. She knew exactly what he was capable of, and she trusted him all the same.

He could be intense, but she was never scared. She understood some of his worries - the ones he felt comfortable sharing with her, and did her best to reassure him, even though she hardly knew how to be very reassuring, and probably couldn't quell his fears totally, anyway.

But they both tried to avoid and ignore uncomfortable and potentially unpleasant conversations, and they were both quite talented at doing so. Still, some things needed to be spoken about, even if the knock and the subsequent sound of his voice were a surprise. His words, too, left her stomach fluttering in anticipation in the moment before she strode forward and pressed the button to allow the door to slide open.

She'd just gotten out of a long, hot shower, her hair loose and damp, clad in sleep clothes that were perhaps just a touch too big on her tiny frame, her eyes bright, her expression welcoming and maybe just a touch admiring as she took in the sight of him in front of her before remembering to step out of the way in order to allow him entrance to her quarters.] Ben. Come in - let's talk.

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[Setting aside all the prohibitions on Force Users and their love lives, Ben had assumed he would avoid this problem by virtue of being Darth Vader's grandson and later, Kylo Ren. He had assumed he would stay in that familiar state of isolation even within a crowd that he had come to be so used to. Then Jyn looked him in the eyes without a trace of fear, and though they didn't know it then, there was a connection made, fragile at first, that would grow into what they now had.

He was not alone as he used to be. He had Rey as a fellow padawan, he had mended his childhood friendship with Poe and in so doing been able to come to speaking terms with Finn, as well. His parents were making a concerted effort to be present these days. Surely, he thought at first, that would sustain him. What more could anyone want out of life? What more was there? The answer was one and the same with what the Jedi were sworn to avoid: love. Ben knew some people have their doubts he can feel it. He had never been with Cassian alone, but the way the man's eyes bored into his was enough to make it clear his advances into Jyn's life were being watched.

But if anyone could watch the way she looked when she carefully probed into the maelstrom of his thoughts, if they could see how she was honest enough to admit when she couldn't help, if they had any idea how he craved honestly like oxygen, they would understand. He did not need to regulate his moods or watch his words around her anywhere near as much as with others. She was alright letting him be himself, as if somehow, that was all she wanted. Fitting, since all he needed in life was Jyn being herself.

He hated that they had to address this. They were perfectly fine the way they were; why couldn't others see that, believe in it, the way he did? For all the high and mighty talk of hope and ideals amongst their friends and family, apparently this was a stretch too far - for them. Never for him. The second he saw her, hair damp, skin slightly gleaming from the water, he fell in love all over again. If someone as tough as Jyn Erso could be soft, then perhaps he could be, too. It felt as if he had been granted permission to breathe freely again every time they spoke.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head impulsively after he stepped in, smiling his rarely seen genuine smile at her, the dorky one that he so hated for being too big on his face.] You look beautiful, [he noted, even though he felt foolish for doing so.] I - I'm sorry, that isn't what I came here to say. [It was simply easy to be distracted, for him.

Embarrassed, cheeks coloring slightly, he slipped a hand into hers and squeezed it gently, as if trying to apologize in advance for what they both knew they had to go over.]

[Jyn hardly understood the hows and whys of it all, only that what she and Ben had was something she had never experienced before. It was new, certainly, and it was sometimes still tentative as they tried to navigate emotions that they were both experiencing for the first time, but ... Ben felt like home to her. And she had never really had a home of her own, but if she were to make one, it would be with him. If she was certain of one thing, at least, it was that she wanted to hold onto Ben, and to what they had with each other for as long as possible - for the rest of her life, no matter what came their way.

They'd both finally found a place to belong, and a purpose, and it wasn't easy or ideal for either of them, but they persevered. And that was really all they could do, wasn't it? Mend and nurture relationships, work to end the war once and for all, and hope that someday, they'd have the opportunity to live a normal life. - not that any of them really knew what normal was supposed to be all about, anyway.

Jyn knew that her friends were only just trying to look out for her well-being, but it was frustrating to know that any interaction between she and Ben was being watched closely - maybe not with any open hostility, but obvious all the same. She could take care of herself, and strusted Ben, even in the moments when he gave in to his frustrations, fears, or worries, when he felt comfortable enough with her to showcase his emotions instead of holding them all inside. She was never scared of him, and she was glad that she could offer him a space in which to feel free enough to just be, good, bad, and in-between.

Their relationship was never going to be free of scrutiny, but she didn't want it to end simply because nobody could understand it. Nobody else needed to, she thought. What they had was for them and them alone, and it was so difficult knowing that so many were just waiting for it all to implode like a black hole, devouring everything in it's path.

When he looked at her like that, though, the world at large faded away, leaving just the two of them alone. And when he kissed the top of her head, she couldn't help but snort a slightly offended little noise, but she easily and eagerly invited him into her quarters, her smile just as wide and just as foolish and only for him.]

Thank you - [she replied, returning the reassuring little squeeze, grateful that the door had slid shut behind them so that she could take in the sight of him properly - not rushed, and commit it all to memory] This is ... you look ... really good.

[Jyn shook her head and cleared her throat, an unspoken signal that she'd embarrassed herself, glancing up at Ben with a more neutral expression on her face.] Um. Should we sit?

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[Ben wasn't sure what the idea of home even meant sometimes. He had a home, once, and then the status quo shifted when he went into training, only to be violently shattered the night he left Luke, then further changed when he left the First Order. Every time he thought he had something permanent, it slipped away. It should have made him reluctant to get involved with Jyn, but he believed in her, in them, irrationally and fully, in a way that could only be compared to faith.

He believed in hope; that in spite of everything, they could find a place to be together, a place to take a stand and fight for the future they wished to see. They were a longshot just like his parents were. If Han Solo and Leia Organa could make it, then why not Ben Solo and Jyn Erso? Surely, after the miracle that was Jyn's continued existing, this wasn't too much to ask.

In a way it was reassuring to see her friends were looking out for her. He had voiced that thought to Bodhi, who was the most confused and least hostile out of her friends. When he couldn't be there for her, they could. While he knew she could very few look after herself, of course, so could many people who were in love on the base. Love wasn't about needing to protect a weak person, it was about wanting to protect someone who would do the same for you. And in focusing on her, he found his old rage had abated somewhat. She made him want to be a better person.

As far as he was concerned, no one had any right to scrutinize her for this. Him, certainly, since starting a relationship via spending the night together and texting afterwards sounded shady and even his scoundrel father had cringed at how sleazy that made Ben sound. Jyn had done nothing to deserve the ire he often sensed in people's hearts, the eagerness of some wanting it to end in ruin so they could say 'I told you it would never work out' to her.

When she looked as she did tonight, he couldn't imagine it not working out. Her smile changed her entire face into something soft and warm and inviting. This was where he belonged - not at this base or this planet, but right by her side, always.]

I'm glad you think so, [he deadpanned, ducking his head sheepishly.] To tell you the truth, I never really know what I'm doing when I dress in colors other than black.

Yes. I've been informed by my mother that constantly looking up at me is obnoxious. [He chuckled slightly, aware that Jyn was a full inch shorter than Leia and, occasionally, sensitive about it.] Apparently, it makes me a literal pain in the neck rather than merely a figurative one.

[For Jyn, it was difficult enough staying with the Resistance when she was far more used to keeping on the move, only ever settling for small periods of time. For all intents and purposes, this was the closest thing to an actual home that she'd had since she was a child. She had friends here. She had a role and a purpose in something that was far bigger than she was. And yet, it only ever felt complete when she thought about sharing it all with Ben.

It would never be easy, trying to build a life in such uncertain times, but Jyn knew it was what she wanted. Didn't she and Ben deserve something good in lives marked by bad? Why couldn't they have it with each other?

Jyn's small, cobbled together family unit trusted her. None were sure that they trusted Ben just yet. None of them were openly hostile, none rejected him outright, and even though it also wasn't easy integrating himself with them, slowly but surely he was being more accepted, a little at a time. They were better together, she and Ben, and wasn't that part of what love was supposed to be all about? She didn't need him to protect her, and he didn't need her to do the same, but the knowledge that they had each other for that purpose - emotionally, physically, or both - settled her in ways that she never thought possible.

For as much as she tried to ignore the interested eyes watching their every move, she knew that it was an inevitability that people were talking, just waiting for everything to fall apart so that they could find some gross satisfaction in crowing about how they just knew it was going to be a complete disaster, Ben the powder keg and Jyn the lit fuse. But she hardly cared about opinions neither of them asked for - although she had laughed until she cried when he'd told her about his father's reaction to their admittedly unconventional and a little inauspicious beginnings. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs, and it didn't need to make sense to anyone other than them.]

More of this - [she quickly replied, nibbling at her bottom lip gently. He was making a concentrated effort to be Ben instead of Kylo, and she was proud to see his progress. On a purely selfish level, she also loved each and every reminder she received that this beautiful man was all hers.] - and you'll be fine.

[She laughed then, a merry, undeniably tickled sound, reaching out for his hand so that she could lead him toward her bunk. She only had the one chair at her desk, after all, and comfort was a key factor in these things - this conversation that he seemed to need to have with her.] She's right - you are obnoxiously tall. I prefer it when I can get you closer to my level.

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( we all want what we can't have )

Mordred | Arthurian legend | M/F

aerith gainsborough ꕤ final fantasy

any prefs or can I just make stuff up as I go?

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Maaaybe age difference? He is 14, after all.

Lady Sif || MCU

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Thranduil | cross-canon welcome (OTA)

widowmaker | overwatch

Rey | Star Wars

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

Beth Greene | TWD | f/m

chloe price | life is strange | ota

Laurent | Captive Prince | M/M

Luke Skywalker || Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back || ota

Varian | Tangled | m/f for romantic stuff, OTA for gen because yeah, this can be gen too

Evie Frye | Assassin's Creed Syndicate | OTA

Noctis Lucis Caelum | FFXV

[aaron burr voice] alright so we're doing this

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lavi | d.gray-man

sibylla | kingdom of heaven | m/f for shipping

kylo ren | star wars

Rollo | vikings | ota

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michelle “mj” jones | mcu

Tauriel | The Hobbit: Film

mad sweeney | american gods

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

12. Sorry for the novel.

pfft i love it (i can't always write this much, but sometimes the words work!)

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cassian andor || rogue one || m/f

ray || flatliners || m/f

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

Rey | SW | OTA (spoilers a-okay!)