sorry i won’t shut up about s4 lotor but i’m saying it one more time for the people in the back (who are still insisting lotor never gaf about his generals)
this is handcuffed lotor right before he escapes. we know lotor can act brilliantly but he has literally no reason to act right now. the only one who can see him is zethrid and he’s about to eject her into space and probably will never see her again. he knows that without him as a bargaining piece, the girls have an even slimmer chance at survival.
but if he doesn’t escape, he’ll be dead. it’s kill or be killed, so he does what he has to do (and luckily he doesn’t have to kill zethrid, acxa, or ezor to not be killed this time).
my point is that lotor has an incredibly sad look here of everything that people are claiming he wasn’t feeling—remorse and possibly regret, for both what he did to narti and what he’s about to do to the generals. and i think it’s pretty genuine this time.
there’ll be times, sometimes, when … once even and sana are close enough, and i mean, really really close enough, to the point where even can ring sana even at 2am because there’s an ache, a heaviness, in his chest
he can’t sleep because he’s been thinking about something too deeply, and so he rings sana, because he needs words right now.
and sana’s good with words. because she speaks when she has to, not when she needs to. and there’s a difference in that. sana isn’t selfish. she won’t speak because she needs to speak to have her say in a situation. she’ll only speak when she has to speak, because the situation is demanding for her to have her say.
and there’s a difference in that. because sana listens. she’s always listening.
but sometimes, even wants to listen. and he wants to hear sana talk. explain something that’s been on his mind. “how can this be, if this coexists too?”, and “do you not get tired, sana?”
so, sometimes, he’ll ring her, like on a saturday at 5pm, because isak’s not at home because he’s out with jonas and even’s at home, alone, because he doesn’t wanna go out.
and so he asks her how she is, how she’s been. “alhamdulillah,” she’ll say in reply.
“i know what that means,” says even, “all praise be to Allah, right?”, and he can hear sana laughing, that gentle soft laughter that he remembers so well from the christmas kosegruppa party last year. it’s the same, fond, affectionate one. it tells him that indeed, he is right.
and usually, phone calls like those between them end up with even asking sana if she wants to come round to his and isak’s new crib, and usually, it always ends up with sana going. it’s easy. hanging out with sana is so, so easy.
because on days like those, even asks sana, “could you pray something from the qur’aan?”, and sana does. and even listens, because even needs words. or when the adhaan sounds from sana’s phone, he knows what that means. and the spare room at even and isak’s new place has now unofficially become a prayer room for sana. they don’t know how it happened. or when it happened. it just happened. and there’s a prayer mat kept in that room too, just for sana, if she ever needed to pray when she came over (and she does come over very often).
and sometimes, even will catch a glimpse of sana praying her salah, raising her hands and folding them, if she kept the door open of the room,
and there’s something so peaceful about that. something that fills him up with such ease and calmness, as he watches her pray.
it’s something, even realises, he’s so honoured to have. so thankful to have. that this friendship he has with sana isn’t just surface level deep. no.
it resonates, right into the soul, spiritually, deep within.
genre: smut (this is really dirty and self-indulgent im so sorry) ; domestic AU
summary: you’re best friends & roommates with changkyun; as close as two people could be without being married or related. but one night, you overhear something that changes your relationship with him forever. question is: is it for the better?
i think, one day, the marauders went exploring and found the mirror of erised.
petersaw himself standing next to the marauders, but they were all the same height. all the same weight. the same wide smiles and slightly crinkled eyes. and he imagined sirius looked at him like he was james, and remus looked at him like he was sirius, and james looked at him like he was lily. he was with his friends, but they were all equals.
(nobody ever told him that they were all worth the same anyway).
siriussaw himself with the marauders too. but in it, they were all perfect. unflinching, straight-backed boys with a future of gold. and when his hand found remus’, he just held back tighter, not pulling away and shaking his hand like sirius’ touch was poison. not like he’d fucked things up. not like he could destroy it all with a single flick of his wand, a single whisper in the darkness. he was with his friends, but they were all okay.
(nobody ever told him that it was okay not to be okay anyway).
remussaw himself as a real marauder. someone who was truly a brother to the people who were brothers to him– because you didn’t have beasts for brothers. no, the wolf was their enemy– he saw himself as pure, as maybe, possibly, finally worthy of their friendship. of their love. he was with his friends, but now he was a better friend, a friend worthy of being one.
(nobody ever told him that he deserved the universe anyway).
jamessaw himself with the marauders. except– they were all the same. just four happy boys smiling back at him, like the world was theirs to conquer and lightning ran through their veins. he saw himself with the marauders, just as they are, because it was perfect. they were perfect.
(nobody ever told him that perfect never lasted anyway).
This is the best I could whip up on such short notice. I hope you like it, aunt @asynca! Your writing is amazing and I love your TR fics! I wish you all the goodness and kindness in the world. Sam and Lara wish the same for you, too. I hope you have a wonderful day! 🌻🌻🌻