#me telling a friend about silver headcanons based on nothing but desperation

[spesilver]

[soulxism-archive]

vєrsєs - ** Triggering Stuff 

Main Verse ** v. Requiem of a Solder [ Main ]

Headcanons - > || X || X || X || X || X || Dabbles -> || X || X || X || Important Stuff -> || X || X ||  Aesthetics -> || X || Part One of Backgroud -> || X || 

What if…? v. What if…? [ Another Timeline ] 

What if…Aiden never deployed and lived a normal life up until the Revolution? Instead of enlisting he went to college and studied Criminal Justice and attended the Police Academy before working at Cyberlife as a security guard. He didn’t experience the trauma that he did if he would have enlisted so he is completely human.

During the revolution, his family evacuated to this grandparent's ranch but he stayed behind as peacekeepers or as many of them were known as Cyberlife’s clean up crew. He was very pro-android as he watched the revolution unfold and hated how the Androids were treated and rounded up like cattle at a slaughterhouse. So he and a few humans that were pro-androids did everything to help other deviants escape Cyberlife’s prosecution. He would easily allow the deviants to raid warehouses for parts and their fellow Androids that were in storage containers.

Much like Rose, he began to help many scared Androids that did not want to fight, escape to the south towards the ranch where many of them stayed sheltered.

Hoist the colors! v. Dead men tell no tells [ Pirate ]

Aiden was an Admiral to the Royal Navy’s The Conqueror. He was a loyal man to those pulling the string as he hunted pirate ships with little remorse. That was until he was betrayed by his own crew on orders of the crown for disobeying direct orders.

He was left for dead when his crew forced him to abandon ship with nothing but the clothes on his back. It wasn’t until hours later that he was picked up by a pirate ship. He was given a choice between living by their rules or dying and he chose to live. The Captain took him under his wing and he shed his past self as he became the very thing he once swore to hunt down.

When the current Captain passed he was given the role of Captain Barnes of The Howling Rift and all of her crew. He made the ship home as the crew accepted him in their little ragtime family. He soon became a force to be reckoned with as they sunk Navy ships, plunder Navy strongholds and pass the treasures out to those in need.

Dragon heart v. Heart of valor lend me your strength [ Dragon ] 

Aiden was part of the Gentlefield clan of dragons, as the name states, he was a gentle dragon who was slightly slimmer and shorter than other dragons who were born to fight alongside the humans. He was barely out of his egg when an army of human soldiers and dragons stormed the village they protected and when the smoke cleared and the sun rose, he was the only one left.

The general took him among their ranks and gave him to one of the soldiers, the young human and dragon grew to form a bond that no other rider had and Aiden learned to fight, due to his slim structure he was fast and the details to his wings he flew at night and none of their enemies saw them coming.

Unfortunately, during one of these battles, he made a grave mistake that cost him his human’s life. Seeing what he did he fled from everything and secluded himself in the mountainside. He hordes colored glass and rocks that shine if the lights hit it just right.  

God of War v. To the skies I raise my spear…onward to war [God verse]

Aiden is represented by the god of war, Ares from Greek mythology. Depending on what time period he is in he could have a few differences between how he is written. In the Ancient Greek times, he mostly hangs out in Sparta, he’s a player, and he bickers with Athena at any chance he gets. In a modern era, he’s similar to his main verse where he’s in the Marines but doesn’t carry the same trauma as his main verse. He loves to work out and to fool around when he’s not on the clock.

Secret Service v. The eagle has landed [ Secret Service ]

Aiden was still a Marine, still fought on Russian lands under the American flag, still had a small team of highly trained operative and they were still ambushed. The only difference is that he received his robotic prosthetics on American soil in a top-secret government program to enhance soldiers.

Aiden was given a job as a secret service agent and with his credentials, he rose to the rank of Head agent. He’s the president’s silent guardian as he protects their commander in chief with every fiber of his being.

When the Revolution happened, chaos erupted. The androids nationwide were in a panic. This verse could be in the line where Markus was peacefully leading until he’s killed. Desperate androids flooded the capital for help but among them were anti-human androids that wanted to rule them and enslave them like the humans did to them.

This is based on Olympus has Fallen where they’re on a lock-down in the White House. Aiden is alone as he fights against angry androids and trying to protect the president. This could go multiple ways, either they escape and they’re on the run or like the movies, he has to rescue the president from kidnappers.

Supernatural  v. Wolfsbane and a silver bullet [ werewolf ]

More Information here -> || X || X || 

Single Dad v. Keep on fighting for you [ single dad ] 

On one of his leaves back to the US he ran into an old friend of his, they were best friends until life drifted them apart. Morgan was her name and they had one night together before he left and life once again drifted them apart. This was before he met Ryan, He never thought that one night would give him another reason to fight the demons in his heart. He didn’t know about the child until he returned years later and there was a CPS agent holding a three-year-old in her arms.

The little girl was named Samantha and Aiden found out that Morgan had died in a car accident but she had left a letter to him explaining everything. Now he takes care of Riley and their new addition.  || X || 

I’m a wizard! v. A loyal heart to test the masses [ Hogwarts au ]

Year:5-6th (Verse Dependent) House: Hufflepuff Patronus: Wolf Lineage: Half-Blood Wand: 11 1/2  inch || Solid || Rowan || Unicorn Hair Quidditch Position:Chaser Aspiring to be: Auror

Star Wars v. Darkness within a dying star [ Star Wars ] ( Verse One ) 

Home Planet: Alderaan Moved to: Bespin then to Coruscant

Verse One - Sith path || X || X || X || X ||  Verse Two - Jedi path || X ||  Verse Three - Bounty Hunter || X ||  Verse Four - Fallen Order Jedi/Fallen Jedi || X ||  Verse Five - Inquisitor ( First Brother ) || X || 

Titanic  v. The lady of the sea [ Titanic ] 

More information here -> || X || 

Watch Dogs  v. No secret is safe - No crime goes unpunished [ Watch Dogs ] 

More information here -> || X || X || 

Futuristic/Deus Ex Inspired  v. A new frontier [ Futuristic ]

More information here ->  || X || 

ABO  ** v. More than a label; More than my biology [ ABO ] 

More Information here -> || X || 

Mafia ** v. Detriot’s notorious commander [ Mafia ] 

More information here -> || X || X || 

Winter Soldier ** v. A caged wolf is deadlier than an AK [ Winter Soldier ]

More information here -> || X || 

Once upon a Time/ Fairytale  v. Hearts of hearts; A Huntsman without a heart [ Once Upon a Time AU ] 

More information here -> || X || X || 

Fallen Angel v. Broken wings and angel tears [ Fallen ] 

More information here -> || X || X || X || 

Royal  v. A royal heart and a gentle soul [ Royal AU ] 

More information here -> || X || X || 

College  v. Country boy under the city lights and soccer fields [ College ]

More Information here -> || X || 

[the-ghost-and-the-writer]

NSFW Alphabet-Lando Calrissian

I haven’t been too into Star Wars since I was thirteen, but I decided to read some fanfiction and realised there needs to be more Lando stuff because I love him. I will fill that void like I want him to fill my ass

18+ F!Reader

(Yes, Original Lando. Solo Lando is fucking fine as well but this is the face that teenie-bean me fell for)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Almost immediately afterwards, he’ll sit up beside you, back against the headboard, and look down at you and smile as he asks you with a soft voice if you liked it

He’ll put his fingers under your chin and tip your head up so he can look at you properly and then dip down and kiss you. The kiss is usually followed by some sort of sappy comment. “You’re gorgeous”, “You did good, sweetheart”, “I love you”. Something that he knows will make you smile

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He thinks that his best part is his mouth. Not just because he looks damn fucking fine when he smirks, and he knows he looks fine, but because his silver tongue can charm him out of anything and into anyone. Plus, you sure do appreciate his talents with it.

Though it’s impossible for him to pick a favourite with you, he will gladly tell you that he loves your ass. He’ll show you at any moment as well, either by slipping his hand down from your lower back to grab at it while he’s leading you out of a room or pulling you closer to kiss you with his hands slipped into your back pockets. When you have sex, it’s rare that he doesn’t spank you at least once

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Though he does love how you look when he cums over your skin, he loves finishing inside you. Not only because it keeps him close to you through his end, but because he wants to show you that this is totally serious. This is It for him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Since introducing you to his old friend, Han, he’s wanted to ask you if you wouldn’t mind letting him join the two of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Please. It’s Lando.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

(http://sexpositions.club/positions/189.html)

More often than not, when he’s taking you from behind, he’ll pull you up to his chest. It gives him more ease of access to touch more of you, and he always aims to fuck you so good that you can do nothing more than tip your head back onto his shoulder so he can hear all your little noises.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sex is rarely too serious with Lando even before you were exclusive. He’ll be playful about his need for you from the minute he feels it to the minute you’ve both been satisfied. Why should it be serious? It’s fun

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

©       He takes care of his appearance all over. He doesn’t go bare unless you tell him you prefer it, but it’s not wild

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Just because you rarely have serious sex, it doesn’t mean he isn’t romantic. He gets cheesily romantic, with dimmed lights and flower petals and music while he’s on the bed waiting for you. He always makes sure that he tells you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

You’re both busy with Cloud City and sometimes you can’t get the time alone together, so he’ll take care of himself when you aren’t there. He’s unashamed with his actions when he gets caught by you and usually either offers you a seat to watch or for you to help him out with it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lando has quite a few kinks that he has explored extensively, and he had to pick out the ones he most enjoys it would probably be collars, having you sit on his face, and overstimulation

Collars; Either on you or himself, it doesn’t matter. With himself, he loves the tightness around his throat without his breathing being cut off and he loves how easily you can guide him around with your finger hooked into the loop. When you have your collar on,  he becomes borderline obsessive over how sweet you look and the slight wave of possessiveness that goes over him

Facesitting; Just in general, he prides himself on his oral skills and it gives him a rush to taste you so intimately, but having you sit on his face and take control of your own pleasure from him gets him so riled up that he sometimes doesn’t need to be touched before he cums.

Overstimulation; Even after you’ve cum twice, three times, he doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering that it’s too much and you’re shifting away from him. It’s a sort of playful masochism, a power trip, that you can’t chastise him over too much when he takes such care of you for it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

There are so many places he likes to have you, but your bedroom is the main favourite of course. It’s more comfortable than any of the other rooms, and your occasional giggle fits won’t get you caught

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Being bored and letting his thoughts wander, they usually turn to you and that often leads to thoughts about fucking you and then he can’t stop the need. It’s not helped when he sees you throughout the day and you can only have fleeting kisses and brief talks before you need to part again

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving blood or other such fluids, anything that’s dangerous to his or your health, or that he considers to be too ‘heavy’ for sex. If he thinks either of you won’t enjoy it, there’s a very slim chance he’ll try it

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves, loves, giving you oral. Every part of it, how you grip onto his hair and you slowly roll your hips against his face to how your thighs clench around his ears and the way you sound when you cum

Of course, he’ll never pass up the opportunity to have you suck him off. He keeps his hand in your hair or at the base of your skull less as a guide and more just to touch you, and he can never decide on if he should tip his head back or close his eyes and enjoy the feeling or watch you work him over

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

No matter how desperate he is for you or how long a day you’ve both had, he takes his time with you. You move together so well that he rarely messes with that rhythm because it just feels right to have you like that

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If it’s been a long day and he has the need for you as well as the time to spend with you that way, then you can be damn sure that he’ll take advantage of that time and fuck you in any available room

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

To a point, he’s down for it. As long as it doesn’t seem like it could make either of you uncomfortable or hurt either of you, he’ll experiment

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The two of you could be in bed all day if it was possible. He can last so long, for at least two rounds before he’s satisfied, and he’s borderline insatiable with you

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own plenty. He has a whole little treasure chest of things that you can use on each other, and he is very proud of it. Each thing has been thoroughly tested by both of you; if there’s something that you try and don’t like then there is no way it goes in the chest.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can tease like the best (worst?) of them. Given the time, he can and will edge you for hours

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Oh, he’s totally unashamed with you. He doesn’t care if he’s loud or if anyone hears, he’ll moan and grunt and occasionally whine. There would be noise complaints, but he’s so charming to everyone around at other times that they just forget how boisterous the two of you can be

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Though not usually being so bold around people, there have been times where he’s been sat beside you or with you on his lap and he’s started fingering you. His poker face is impeccable in these situations, though it does crack sometimes for a second at certain little movements from you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is so cocky for a reason. It’s a big one, and he knows just how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s not constant, he can control himself, but any time you want it then there’s a high chance that he wants it just as much

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can stay up for a while after sex, but he usually chooses not to. After checking up on you it’s just more preferable for him to lay with you and fall asleep

If you want to me to write for pretty much any other character, requests are very much open. Tag list is also still open if you want to be the first to read something you might like here. All feedback, reblogs, and likes are my lifebood and make me feel like a real human

[meteorslunatic-blog]

Love is not Over pt.1

- Remus Lupin

Summary : angst ... I'm not going to tell you much , just read it :)

Warnings : none , just angst and feels :')

A/N : this is part 1 because the story was too long to be posted as a single part , and this is based on my personal experience :')

Word count : 1.2k

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' I'm not okay , everything wrong is happening all over again . '

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People say , you never knew how to cherish what you have until you have lost it . It was true , to many people , including you . You looked across the long table next to yours , seeing him chatting with his friends happily , like the usual . You turned quickly when you thought somebody in their crowd noticed you , facing your now empty silver plate . You reached for your cup but then , it was empty as well , just like your poor little heart .




You sighed and let go of the cup , reaching for the journal in your bag instead . No one knows what happened , except you and your best friend , Violette . You tried to hide it from her too , but it failed miserably as she knew you a little too well . It had been a pain-stakingly hard month for you , you regret and suffer in every single moment during this time . But you knew , you deserved it all . You were the one who made these happen . Yet it couldn't be worse , because you'd have to see him every day of your life , there was absolutely no escape .




" Stop doing this to yourself , just go and talk to him already . " she whispered in your ears softly , trying not to let anyone hear what she said . You shook your head in silence , and pushed her away gently . There's no way you could do that , there's no way . You were smarter than that , making yourself looking like an idiot . You thought you were stupid enough in the first damn place .




" I'll be fine . " you answered , weakly .




But no , in hell you were fine or anything near to that . You knew , she knew , you both knew .




" You've been saying this for the whole month . Look , you need to do something about it alright ? Talk to him , find a boyfriend , whatever , you can't stay like this forever . " her words echoed in your ears , do something . But what can you do ? You couldn't do anything . All you can do was to mourn at the corner of your common room with a book and a cup of hot cocoa in hand .




Talking about irony .




" Yeah , I know . Just , I need some time . Let's just go to class , shall we ? " you shook your head again to clear your mind up , letting in some fresh air and just breathe . You grabbed your bag and stood up from the long stool along the table with her . She followed suit , knowing that she wouldn't be able to do much with your stubborn self .




It was Care for Magical Creatures , you always liked this class because you could go out in the woods , away from the strict and blocked classrooms . They were too much for you sometimes . The magical creatures were not easy to handle , but at least there was fresh air , and you could stay a little further away from him . You walked along the trail towards the rim of the woods , casually looking around .




Fall in Hogwarts was gorgeous . Leaves turning into all kinds of orange and yellow , the smell of pumpkin food , and the cool breeze that brushed off your cheeks every now and then . But not this fall , not in this year .




You carefully avoided him and his bunch of friends by standing far at the back , Violette was by your side , but she was too concentrated on the rare magical creature presented by your professor in front of the students , it was a unicorn . Your mind was on something else , you found yourself staring again , like a creepy stalker . You soon realized and looked away , but you were too late this time , he saw it . You knew he saw it .




You lowered your gaze immediately , now sparing your focus on the scattered orange leaves on the ground . How beautiful they were , ironically , as it meant them getting closer to the end of their lives . You were the one who made the dumb choice , so yes , you couldn't blame no one but yourself right now , the consequences were all yours to bear .




Despite all the messy and regretful thoughts in your head , you still tried to stay focus on the professor's lectures on the specialities and features of unicorns , not bothering to jot down notes because you simply did not have the extra energy to do so . You were lucky to have an equally studious friend like Violette , who is now doing the exact thing that you were supposed to do . And you had no doubt that she would let you copy after dinner .




You weren't feeling well during this week , physically . Yes , you were having your time of the month and you had this terrible pain problem that never goes away . And yes , you did not eat well this week , only consuming tiny portions of food because you simply couldn't eat with all those negative emotions bottled up in your mind . It was a miracle that you could sleep , but that meant nothing , as the pain around your stomach turned against your head . The repetitve strikes in your head were dreadful , you couldn't get rid of it .




And before you knew , the scenes in front of your eyes went blurry and you felt the scruffiness of the ground , darkness came and all you could hear was echoes , endless echoes .

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She was staring again , I could feel it . She looked so sad and silent the whole month , it was just strange for such a bubbly , sarcastic person like her to turn all quiet , it's just not her .




" Don't stop eating , mate . We've got a massive prank to do later ! Stamina is very much required you know ? We are going to get those self-deceited Ravenclaws this time ! Good for you , Moony ! " James smirked and drank up his cup of pumpkin juice . Yeah , this had been mentioned too many times for my concern . Avenging somebody is stupid , especially to somebody that you once cared so much , or maybe not , because I still care for her right now , I couldn't help it .




The last thing I wanted was James , Sirius and Peter trying to hurt her with those pranks they called harmless jokes , since I knew they were specifically targetting her this time . It was not worth it , really . I never expected her to accept me anyway , it was just another planned disappointment that I had to go through .

to be continued ...

I'm a bad person :) such cliffhanger haha !! At least I'm giving it a happy ending ...... ;)

Ship requests CLOSED ! Please don't send them in until March 4th :) but ALWAYS send in prompts and headcanons requests , I need those desperately ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

- Kace ✨

[morfinwen]

For the headcanon ask: Sarah (Chuck), Steris, Anakin, and then any OC you would like to answer for, please. :)

So i’ve been sitting on this for i don’t know how long, chipping away at the answers, and this is what i got. It doesn’t cover everything for every one you asked, but it covers a fair amount. At any rate, it’s enough that i’m putting it under a read-more.

Sarah Walker

Headcanon B: [hilarious]

Despite being the daughter of a con man and a trained CIA spy for her entire adult life, post-series Sarah gets a deer-in-the-headlights look whenever some chatty new acquaintance asks how she and her husband met. Unless Chuck is there to rescue her, or her panicking mind manages to remember that a simple relating of “he fixed my phone and I gave him my number” without any of the classified details would work just fine, she winds up inventing some story on the spur of the moment. She’s not that good with inventing things spur of the moment.

Eventually she memorizes a safe, straightforward version of events to tell people who ask, but that isn’t until after she tells their neighbors across the street a complicated story involving ninja muggers and a computer virus that turned out to be a bomb.

Steris

Headcanon A:  [realistic]

Steris has learned, to some extent, to express her emotions in a way that other people understand. It’s still acting, though. She may be pleased, but she does not feel like smiling. She may wish to get to know someone better, but she does not have any actual interest in who tailored their clothing.

Wax and Marasi are learning to understand how she expresses things. Wax, particularly, tries to learn how to communicate the same way. It will probably always be as much acting for him as ordinary social conventions are for her, but she appreciates it more than can be expressed, in either way.

Headcanon B: [hilarious]

She has a notebook dedicated to plans for the Scadriel equivalent of the zombie apocalypse. It started years ago, after an especially stressful society event, and her mind picked that particular topic to obsess on. After that, whenever she had difficult emotions that could not be soothed any other way, she would work them out by refining the plans or expanding them further.

Marasi came across the notebook once. She had read about half a page before realizing it belonged to Steris. She put it back quickly and has never brought it up, but sometimes she passes by an abandoned building and ponders its defensive capabilities, or eats some fresh fruit and wonders how difficult the plants would be to cultivate in desperate circumstances.

Steris’ theoretical colony is doing much better now that she’s married to Wax.

Headcanon C: [heart-crushing]

For a long time, Steris wished she had a sister. She tried to connect with other girls her own age, but it never seemed to work out. Some, particularly the daughters of older families, wouldn’t have anything to do with her at all, and those that did would suddenly stop, and Steris was never sure why.

When she first learned she had a baby half-sister, she started making a list: things to teach her, things they could do together, what personal things she could share (and what ones she would never, ever be allowed to touch). She was still working on it when her mother, still very upset, explained to her that none of those things were ever going to happen. Steris still didn’t understand why, but she tore up the list and threw it out.

Anakin

Headcanon A:  [realistic]

A lot of things would have gone very differently if the Council had thought a bit more about the fact that Anakin had an incredibly different outlook than the kids brought up in the Temple.

Headcanon B: [hilarious]

Due to their radically different upbringings, experiences, and temperaments, Obi-Wan and Anakin miscommunicate regularly. Sometimes, far too often, it leads to frustration and disappointment. Other times, however, it leads to ridiculousness that leaves them scratching their heads, wondering where it all went wrong …

Obi-Wan tells Anakin to “meet him by the ship”. He then spends two hours waiting by the crashed ship in the forest, nibbling on preserved food packets, and very deliberately not worrying about what might have befallen his Padawan to delay him so long. Meanwhile, Anakin is hanging out on the ship they arrived in, tinkering with something he’s been secretly working on all week while he waits for his master to show up already.

Headcanon C: [heart-crushing]

Everything about Anakin’s life is heart-crushing, if you ask me.

Any OC  

I picked Leah Tolkien, my character from Fallout 4.

I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Fallout games at all, so here are a few things you need to know about Fallout 4 for the following headcanons to make sense. I’ll try and keep them brief …

- The Fallout games take place in a post-apocalypse America, about 200 years after nuclear war. It also takes place in an alternate universe, as its pre-War America looks a lot more like 1950s America than modern-day, despite the War taking place in 2077. There were more advancements than in 1950, but mostly based on what people of the 1950s might have thought advanced science would look like.

- Fallout 4 starts with the main character, his or her spouse, and their infant son entering a vault to escape the nuclear war that’s just started (in 2077). They are, unwittingly, frozen cryogenically. Some time later, they wake up briefly to witness strangers kill their spouse and kidnap their son. The MC is frozen again, wakes up after an unknown amount of time, and escapes the Vault, vowing to find their son and avenge their spouse.

    - Everyone else in the Vault is dead. The life support systems were discontinued for every pod except the MC’s.

Headcanon A:  [realistic]

I have issues with how the concept of artificial life is handled in Fallout 4, both from scientific and philosophical standpoints, so there’s a lot of official information about synths that i ignore. Most notably -- this is a spoiler for the game, in case that matters -- i ignore the in-game fact that the synth child Shaun Leah ends up having custody of (eventually … i haven’t gotten that far) will never grow up or age.

Headcanon B: [hilarious]

The Silver Shroud was a popular radio/TV series before the War, with all the ham and cheese you would expect of a 50s-style serial about a masked vigilante going by a name like The Silver Shroud. Leah and her family loved it.

One of the (many) side quests Leah took up while searching for her son involved finding the original Silver Shroud costume, then using it and a weapon based off the one used by The Silver Shroud to fight crime. Leah did the entire thing as in-character as it was possible for her to be.

While that side quest eventually ended, Leah still indulges in acting like The Silver Shroud from time to time. Some of her companions are as enthusiastic as she is about it. Others, well, they have to brace themselves every time she has the chance to talk to the bad guys she’s fighting.

Headcanon C: [heart-crushing]

As i’ve noted previously, Leah considers herself as two different people -- pre-War Leah and post-War Leah. In many ways, post-War Leah is a much stronger person. She can carry more, walk farther and faster, and is probably healthier than she’s ever been. Morally, her beliefs and principles have been challenged, both more often and much more dangerously than in the past. She’s learned to do things that her younger self would not have believed possible. But at the same time, she is far more fragile.

Sometimes, she’ll find a broken-down crib or a baby’s rattle, and mentally … go somewhere else for a half hour. Someone will walk by in a scavenged military uniform, and she’ll spend the rest of the day on the verge of tears (her husband was in the military). A song will play on the radio that reminds her of her wedding, and she’ll turn it off so fast the knob just about breaks. The thing that sets her off today might have caused no reaction yesterday. She might not even understand what about this thing reminds her of the past. Sometimes she can push it to the side or ignore it, but other times there’s nothing to be done but wait for it to pass.

Her companions eventually learn how to help, in their own ways, even if it’s just making sure nothing sneaks up on them while Leah’s out of commission. But it never fully heals or goes away. What happened to her was a drastic, awful thing, like getting a limb cut off. She’s learned to move forward, but something has been lost that can’t be replaced.

Headcanon D: [unrealistic]

Not sure if this counts as “unrealistic”, but it’s all i got.

After the end of the game, once all the dangling threads have been resolved and the dust is settling, Leah has a funeral for all the people who died in Vault 111. It’s a very personal affair, so she only asks her closest friends to come.

There’s not much more to it than digging graves outside the vault and laying the bodies to rest. For some people, she didn’t know them well enough to say much more than their names and professions, and even for the ones she did know she doesn’t say many words. It’s easier to cover the graves with stones to protect them from animals rather than put up markers, and honestly Leah prefers it that way. In a better world, they would have headstones up for their families to visit and mourn at, but that isn’t the world they live in. Most likely anyone coming to Vault 111 is coming to raid it or to gawk at it, so this way they won’t be raiding or gawking at the graves.

She visits once every year, on the anniversary of the day she left the vault, and leaves flowers, one for every person.

Thanks for asking!

[azrielsiphons]

Rowaelin’s Daughter x Fenrys Headcanons

Based on this post here originally from @queen-of-lightning-and-fire

So before Rowaelin’s daughter was born, Fenrys was constantly struggling with his feelings for Aelin 

He loved her, he was drawn to her, but even he couldn’t determine if he loved Aelin romantically or if it was just her power and the wildness in her blood that matched his own. A part of him always hurt knowing that she was Rowan’s and Rowan was hers, but he still felt so drawn to her. He resigned himself to reality though, and loved Aelin as much as he was able and that was enough. Not everything, but enough. 

And then Rowaelin’s daughter was born. Romena Lyria Whitethorn Galathynius. She had her father’s silver hair and her mother’s piercing eyes. 

When Fenrys first held her he cried. He vowed to protect this innocent, perfect, pure heir with his life. Rowan and Aelin could only watch, stunned, as their friend showed a vulnerability they had never seen before. 

They appointed Fenrys the official protector of Romena. As she grew, he was her protector, her mentor, and her best friend. As a toddler she would ride on the back of his wolf form, as a young child she followed him around and tried to jump on the heels of his feet or try to scare him (to which he always pretended she succeeded, and rather dramatically to everyone else’s amusement). 

Naturally Romena loved her entire family, she was also very close with her Uncle Aedion and Aunt Lysandra, but her Fen was her best friend. And she was his Mena. No one else called her Mena - only Fenrys.

Her teenage years were a nightmare. She was discovering her powers, her fire and her ice, the dual sides within her causing difficulties mastering control. This meant a fluctuating temper that was impossible to predict coupled with crippling insecurities that she had so much struggle controlling her magic. 

She went to Fenrys with everything. Every fear, every joy, every ridiculous story or joke, every rant against her parents (that he certainly didn’t take sides on… no, never), every thought she was too afraid to share with anyone else. 

Fen knew how desperately she didn’t want to rule, he knew how she hated how hard Aelin pushed her in training sometimes, he knew how she wished to travel all on her own - not just going with her mother or father on diplomatic meetings. He knew how free she wished to be and how trapped she felt. He knew how the guilt consumed her that she even felt that way. 

Fast forward to 18 year old Romena who has matured into a young woman both emotionally and physically. Also fast forward to a very conflicted Fenrys. 

The first time he looks at her like she is a grown woman and not his little Mena he winnows to his room and vomits for a solid minute. The guilt eats him alive. He can’t look at her for three days and she finally burst into his room and tells him to get over whatever his problem is because if she has to train with Lorcan one more day she is going to castrate him. 

He deals. The guilt is still there, but it is no longer crippling. 

It is only overwhelming when she enters her first relationship with Manorian’s daughter. They court for a year, and it is only then when he sees her with someone else that he realizes that she really isn’t his little Mena anymore… she is a grown woman, a powerful woman, a beautiful woman. 

Seeing her in this new light is both good because he recognizes and appreciates who she has become, but horrible and painful because he realizes he is completely and totally in love with her. 

He only knows this because it’s different. When he thought he had been in love with Aelin years ago, it had really been an infatuation with possibility, and a primal part of him reaching out to her power. What he feels for Mena though, it’s an adoration for her. Not her power, not her beauty - though he of course loves those too - but he absolutely adores her. His Mena. Even without her power, without her potential, he would still love her. 

He doesn’t say a word though. Mena is still in a relationship with Manorian’s daughter, and it seems to be going well. So he resigns himself to unrequited love. As long as she is happy and safe and healthy, he will watch and protect her from afar. Even that is a gift that he won’t squander, he won’t ruin. He will keep his vow that he made to her the day she was born.

And then a year later she is knocking at his door and he opens it and she throws herself into his arms crying. He manages to make out through her sobs that she and Manorian’s daughter were only together because they were trying to please their parents because they knew it would be good for all of Erilea if there was a combined front between Adarlan and Terrassen, but they just couldn’t pretend anymore and Manorian’s daughter was in love with another woman and so when they told Rowan, Dorian, Manon and Aelin, they all got angry and said they never expected that of them.

Fenrys says nothing, only holds her tightly, letting her cry onto his shoulder, his heart breaking for the dedication she has to a role she never asked for nor even wants. A few minutes pass and she manages to stop crying, pulling back and looking at Fenrys through tear speckled lashes. 

“I was just trying to do what’s right for Erilea,” she whispers. 

“What about what’s right for you?” He asks, wiping away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. 

She shakes her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I don’t know who I am besides ‘Princess Romena.’ I don’t know myself at all.”

“Well I know you,” he tells her. A crazy thought flashes through his mind. “And I know I’m taking you away from here.”

“What?”

“I’m taking you away. You and I are going to travel all across Erilea. You’ll have a chance to experience, to live as your own person, to go places where nobody knows who you are.”

“My parents would never–”

“I’ll talk to them.” He takes her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. “Trust me.”

And she does. Fenrys goes to his king and queen that night and tells them his request. Aelin loses it at first, but Rowan gently whispers something in her ear. Her eyes flash and she looks at him incredulously before some sort of realization sets in. She grants him permission and he doesn’t question it. 

They leave as dawn breaks. They go everywhere. Down Fenharrow and into Ellywe. Through the Oakland Forest and over the Whitefang Mountains before crossing the Gulf of Oro into the Black Dunes. 

They come across villages of kind people, villages with cruel people, adventures with merchants and pirates, a death defying fight with a monster ten times their size. They work on Mena’s magic, learning together how to control her power and how to control her fear. 

Everywhere they go, they pretend to be someone else. They come up with ridiculous names, ridiculous scenarios, and then one day in a village just outside the Bogdano Jungle she takes Fenrys’s hand in her own and says in an accent she made up on the fly that she and her husband are looking for a room. 

Fenrys doesn’t even hear her words though, can’t bring himself to laugh at her voice or play along with the scenario. All he can do is look down at where her fingers are interlaced with his - a perfect fit. 

The word clangs through him as if he has been shot. 

Mate. 

When he doesn’t play along, Mena turns to him. “Fen? You okay?” And he manages to look up at her and is struck stupid. Those eyes - those eyes he had known for almost 20 years, those eyes he thought were the same as Aelin’s but only then realizes are just a shade darker of blue and the ring of gold is a bit thinner - it is those eyes that lock the realization in his soul. 

Mena is his mate. His mate. His Mena. 

And she has absolutely no idea. 

“I’m fine,” he manages to croak out, knowing she can tell something is wrong with him. Mercifully, she doesn’t push it. 

They continue to travel, but everything has changed for Fenrys. Every touch, every glance, every word she gives him is like breath in his lungs. He has never been happier, he has never been so full of joy. 

And yet he feels like he is dying knowing that she doesn’t know the bond is there. And he can’t bring himself to tell her. She just got out of a life she felt trapped in - he won’t push her into a bond she may feel obligated to accept.

No - if she is going to love him, he wants it to be a decision she makes all on her own. Not with the pressure of a mating bond looming over her head. 

They continue their travels and a month later they are a day behind finally returning to Terrasen. To responsibility. To a choice she will have to make: to step up and help her parents rule or choose a different sort of life. 

They have set up sleeping mats on the forest floor just beneath the Staghorn Mountains, right outside of Terrasen. He can sense the stress weighing on her shoulders as they lay side-by-side, but not touching.

“You know they will love you no matter what,” he says softly. 

“I know. I just… don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“You won’t.”

She turns on her side to face him, her piercing gaze making his heart stutter. “How do I balance duty and desire?”

He laughs at that. “I’m the wrong person to ask that, Mena.”

“Well you clearly picked duty.”

“What do you mean?”

She rolls her eyes. “Come on Fen. I’ve heard all the stories.” She scoffs, rolling on her back and looking up at the stars. “I know you were in love with my mother before I was born. You loved her, but she loved my father, and you stayed in her court. You picked duty.”

“Hey.” Fenrys leans over, grabbing Mena’s shoulder gently as he hovers over her. “I didn’t love your mother. I was… I was in love with the idea of loving her. But I wasn’t really in love with her, I couldn’t have been. I was waiting for–” He cuts himself off at the last second.

Mena’s eyes are wide, her breathing heavy as she stares up at him. Fenrys can’t help himself as he gently pushes a strand of her white hair out of her face. He moves to pull his hand away but she reaches up and grabs it, holding it tightly. 

Fenrys freezes. He can’t think, he can’t breathe. Slowly, ever so slowly, she guides his hand from her cheek down her neck and rests it over her chest, right above her heart.

He feels it beating, feels her blood pumping beneath his hand. A heavy, shaking breath rattles through him as he realizes her heart is beating in exact time with his. 

“Mena…” his voice cracks, thick with emotion as he lowers his head, nuzzling her neck. Her breath hitches and he can scent in her what he’s only ever dreamed about. 

She lifts her leg, hitching it around his waist and pulling him closer to her. As she lifts her hips against his he groans against her collar bone, the restraint he is barely holding onto making his entire body shake.

And then one word from her and he goes completely still.

“Mate.”

He jerks back, eyes blown wide and mouth parted in complete shock. Her eyes are lined with silver and he’s never seen her look so vulnerable.

“Did you just–”

“I should’ve told you,” she spits out quickly. “I should have told you I was just so afraid that you still saw me as just a little girl or you only saw me as a replicate of my mother and I didn’t want you to feel forced into anything and I know how loyal you are to the court but I also know how insecure you can be and I’m sorry Fen I am so sorry, I–”

He silences her by pressing his lips against hers. She gasps before melting into his touch, her arms wrapping around his neck and her chest arching into his. He growls deep down in his chest when she takes the lead and brushes her tongue against his before nipping at his bottom lip. 

“How long have you known?” He gasps as he finally manages to pull himself away long enough to speak. Her breathing is shaky as he immediately starts trailing his lips down her neck.

“Since I was… 17…” 

Fenrys groans, canines scraping against her neck. She whines, biting her lip as she lifts her hips to press up against his. 

“Well if it makes you feel better,” he murmurs against her skin, “I’ve known for a month and didn’t tell you either.”

“What?” 

Mena puts her hands on Fenrys’s face and pulls him back far enough to look into his eyes. “You knew?”

He laughs heartily, peppering kisses across her browbone and cheeks. 

“Only for a couple weeks although it has… felt… like a lifetime.” He annunciates each word with a firm kiss to her mouth. 

She is still stunned, but after a few seconds her shock transforms to pure joy. She starts to laugh, hiding her face in Fenry’s chest. He can only look down at her with adoration, the biggest smile he’s ever had on his face. 

“We’re both idiots,” she says between chuckles. 

“Mena,” he says softly, still smiling down at her as he rests her forehead against his. “My Mena… my mate.”

He holds her tightly, worshipping her body with his hands and his tongue all night beneath the stars. And as they came together everything clicked into place and their souls intertwined deep within them - a bond never to be separated. 

As they walk hand in hand into the castle to tell her parents, Aelin laughs hysterically and hands Rowan a wad of money before embracing them both. She tells Fenrys that she can think of no one better suited for her daughter and he can barely choke out a thank you. 

Mena tells them that she doesn’t wish to rule – at least not yet. She wants to continue traveling, to cross the seas into other lands, maybe even other worlds one day. But she promises to return. 

They promise to return. 

And as they leave Terrasen after a full day of hugs and kisses and emotional goodbyes, they stand at the border of Terrasen hand-in-hand overlooking the sea. 

“Are you ready?” She asks him, white hair flying around her from the sea air.

Fenrys smiles, lifting her hand and pressing his lips against it. 

“Always.”

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