whenever someone says “omg, they are so brotp! So cute!!” I’m always like “you poor, little thing don’t understand the definition of love and flirting. You clearly are not looking at their eyes and body language. Oh, if you only knew… You would be such a trash as I am.”
I LOVE YOUR ART, and i have a question??which couples are you shipping at the moment???
Awwww thank you anon!well i’m an all time fan of PATROCHILLES (Patrochilles is my life, my obsession my everything)and now recently i’m shipping Jean and Jeremy from the foxhole court…(thanks to my lovely friend @beanmoreau) and other ships that i have…they are too many to count
I’ll never quite understand why some people think you have to be gay to ship a gay ship and straight to ship a straight ship. Love is love people. If you think those characters are compatible then ship the hell out it. If you’re straight you are allowed to have gay ships and vice versa if you’re gay.
Person A is a ghost who desperately wants to be alive again. They figure out that Person B, a friend from their past life, has the power to raise the dead. Person B refuses to bring back Person A because there is a chance that using their powers could lead to disaster, so Person A decides to make B’s life hell until they agree to bring A back.
The Oxford Dictionary definition of the term ‘ship’ is as follows:
‘Ship was originally an abbreviation of relationship, and refers to a romantic relationship between two characters in a fictional series – often one that is supported by fans rather than depicted in the series itself. You might find these relationships portrayed in fan fiction or online discussion; those who have a particular interest in a particular ship are known as shippers, which is another word entering Oxford Dictionaries Online in this update. Support for one of these relationships is described with the verb ship – for example, “I will always ship Sherlock and Molly.”’
The OED ships Sherlolly. The OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY ships Sherlolly.
Except that a few nights later
they find themselves back at Hux’s. Neither of them is quite sure how it
happened. It just did and they don’t question it. That bottle of scotch is
still waiting to be finished.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Kylo Ren
eventually says. “That lieutenant you took drinking a while ago. What was that
about? Did you fuck him?”
“Of course not. I don’t fuck
subordinates, especially not ones that low.” Instead Hux explains how he made
the poor guy tell him everything that has been going on around the Base in
regards to both of them. The bets. The pining squad and the shagging squad. The
“It explains so much,” Hux muses.
“And here I thought I was cursed.”
“Now that’s just patronizing. How
would they even know you’re my type?”
“I’m everybody’s type.”
“Yes, because the whole Galaxy
can’t get enough of self-important gingers who love nothing more than to listen
to their own voices.”
“You’re one to talk, Mr
Ren pointedly looks Hux’s black
attire up and down and quirks his lips. “Tell me then. What’s your type?”
Ren rolls his eyes. “Obviously.
Not subordinates, either. What is even left?”
“I’m just saying, what’s to like
about some meek type who won’t disagree with you and who doesn’t do much more
than tremble in your presence? I prefer it when people have the guts to stand
up to me. Everybody always is so fucking scared of me, it gets boring after a
“You tell me,” Ren says glumly.
Hux raises both eyebrows. “And
here I thought you’d be enjoying that. Seeing as you do nothing but strut
around all the time trying to intimidate everyone with your ridiculous power
“I am not trying to intimidate everyone. It is not my fault everyone is
intimidated so easily. Seeing as every single person on this Base is too
preoccupied with their endeavours to set us up, however, I guess I don’t have
to care about that anymore, anyway.”
Hux lifts his glass. “Here’s to
never getting laid ever again.”
“You know,” Ren says
conversationally after taking a sip, “there is still one way we could change
Hux freezes. No. No way.
Absolutely no way. He is not going to do that. He is never going to agree to
the suggestion Ren is about to make. Never mind that he is about as tall and
well-built as they get. Never mind that he is the one person on the entire Base
who has no issues standing his ground against Hux. Being celibate is still
better. The weak-assed Jedi did it, so Hux should be able to do it, too.
“Break up,” Ren says. “Publicly.
As nasty as can get. Lots of screaming, a little bit of tears, many, many
insults. It should come quite naturally to you, after all. Make them lose all hope
that anything will ever happen again between us. And since I am feeling
generous and have more important stuff to do right now, anyway, I will even let
you have the bar. Get down there, get drunk with the officers, whinge about me.
Convince them just how over we are and get yourself some pity sex.”
Hux stares at Ren, takes a sip,
lets the burn run over his tongue. This didn’t go into the direction he
expected. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he is impressed. Ren actually came
up with an idea he himself hasn’t even thought of yet.
Except that… it would put an end
to more than just his forced dry-spell, wouldn’t it?
“Nah,” Hux finally says. “Screw
them. If weak-assed Jedi could live in celibacy so can I.”
Ren grins and puts his empty
glass back on the table. He stands up. “As you wish. But don’t come running to
me in two weeks complaining about blue balls. I am not your go-to-guy, ready to
break your heart at a moment’s notice just because you have decided that you
really, really need to get laid, after all.”
After the door has fallen shut
behind Ren, Hux still stares at the empty glass. It’s impossible, completely
unthinkable, but could it be… could it actually be that Ren was being funny
He shakes his head. Not likely.
This is not enjoyable. Ren is not enjoyable. Whoever decided that they fit
together well was obviously deluded.
After that Hux decides he can get
some without anybody’s help and certainly without fake breaking up his fake
relationship with Ren. He tries. He really tries. He even goes below his usual
hunting range and tries with – gasp! – some of the captains (not Phasma). He
gives his very best until he has to concede that no, getting laid as long as
everybody is convinced he belongs with Ren is impossible. Completely, absolutely,
Other things happen, though. He
earns himself glances. Nasty glances. Those who dare tsk at him. Simultaneously
Kylo Ren receives pats on the back and sympathetic remarks from everyone.
Suddenly people side with Ren.
“They think I’m cheating on you!”
Hux finally complains to the one person who will still listen to him – Kylo Ren
himself. “How is that even possible? I tell them to change their patrolling
routine and half of them forgets for several months and turns the entire Base
into chaos. I tell them to stand quietly for thirty minutes while we are doing
head count and two minutes later everyone is whispering and prancing around! I
tell them to stay inside for the day and no more than ten percent have the
self-control to listen to my orders. But the minute they set their minds to
ganging up on me they act like one hive. I will kill them. Every single one of
them, I am going to execute them, I….”
Ren just laughs. They have opened
a new bottle of scotch. Hux is in need of that.
“Me!” Hux continues. “Who has
never in his life cheated on anyone!”
“Now that I find hard to
believe,” Ren taunts.
“It’s true, though. I have never
been stupid enough to tie myself down into something even remotely resembling a
relationship committed enough that it deserved any kind of cheating.”
“Right,” Ren says dryly. “That
sounds more like you. I apologize for failing to appreciate your ability to
perfectly sidestep any kind of positive human contact. Don’t contaminate
yourself with sentiments. Got it.”
“Exactly. And still they punish
me. Who do they think they are?”
“Well, it looks like you won’t be
cheating on me, either, Honey. Everybody is making sure of that.”
Hux lifts his head and glares at
Ren. “You will not, under no circumstances, ever call me ‘Honey’ again, do you
“You did it first.”
“Ah. Yes. But just because I did
it doesn’t mean that you are allowed to.”
“Actually it does.” Ren smiles at
him sweetly. “I am not one of your subordinates, trembling before your very
gaze. You can glare at me all you want, but your orders mean nothing to me.”
“Somebody really ought to teach
you some discipline,” Hux says and refills both of their glasses.
“Well, it won’t be you, Honey,”
Ren says, still smiling while he watches Hux squirm. “How does it feel, Hux, to
be talking to the one person on this Base who won’t shrink in fear before you?
Doesn’t it fill you with excitement?”
“I am practically shivering with
pleasure,” Hux replies sardonically. “Have I mentioned how much I get turned on
by insubordinate wankers who think they can take it up with me?”
“Yes,” Ren laughs, “you have,
And then they both fall silent,
because in fact, Hux has mentioned that.
Ren nudges the glass in front of
him with his finger to make the liquid ripple and stands up. “I think that is
my cue to bid you a good night.”
He turns to go.
“Or,” Hux says calmly, “you sit
back down, drink that scotch instead of letting it go to waste, and stop being
so damn squeamish.”
Neither of them looks at the other.
Something is happening here, though neither of them is certain what it is and
what it means. Finally, though, Ren turns back around and sits down. He takes
the glass with the golden liquid up in his hand.
“Twenty-five years,” Hux says.
“Down it in one go and I will smash your face against the table and make you
drink Bantha piss for the rest of your sorry life.”
Ren looks up. His lips twitch.
“Yes, Phasma has mentioned that you have always been more protective of your
scotch than of your own soldiers.”
“She has? Why would she do that?”
Ren shrugs. “She used to do that
for a while. Come up to me and offer me some piece of information on your
personal habits without my prompting. I didn’t understand what was going on
back then, but now I think I am getting the general idea.”
Hux gapes. Frustration creeps up
inside him. “Nobody did that for me. Nobody told me anything about you!”
“That’s probably because nobody
knows anything about me.”
“Well, that’s just bloody unfair.
Ren shakes his head. “I value my
“And I value my scotch. I am
still sharing with you, aren’t I? Spill.”
“Oh, but of course. How very
noble of you. I suppose I should feel honoured that you deem me worthy enough
to bequeath a part of that treasure onto me,” Ren says in mock reverence and
there is no doubt this time; he is trying to be funny. Failing, of course, but
trying. “Well, what do you want to know? No questions about my family, though.”
“Hmm.” Hux looks down into his
glass. He didn’t really expect Ren to agree to this. “Fine. Your lightsaber
then. How did you get that?”
“I built it.”
“Get out of here!”
“No really. It’s not that hard. I
had the design, I followed it, I built the saber.”
Hux smirks. “It sucks, though.”
“Your scotch sucks.”
“Alright, alright, I get it. It’s
personal. No need to retaliate like that. We’ll just leave it at that and move on to the next question.”
Ren shakes his head, smiling again. “Oh no. One
question for one piece of information. That’s it, Hux.”
“But that’s unfair! Phasma has told you much
more about me and I don’t even know what it is!”
Ren tilts his head. “I suppose that is a bit
unfair. Oh well. Too bad for you.” He laughs when he sees Hux’s expression in
response to that. “Fine. I reckon I can tell you what she has told me. Don’t
come between you and your scotch. You sleep about two hours a night, because
you consider more than that a waste of time. Nobody knows how you haven’t
dropped dead yet and she suspects drugs. But a brain on drugs feels different
to me from an unaffected one and I’m not getting any vibes from you. You don’t
like clone armies, because you prefer to train your soldiers yourself. You
consider yourself the best at that, anyway. I guess it must have stung quite a
bit when FN 2187 disagreed with you, huh? If I want to get you talking, ask
about your time at the Academy and simply let you ramble for half an hour. I
don’t even have to listen, just make appreciative noises. I will never like
listening to your voice quite as much as you yourself do, anyway.”
“One day,” Hux says, “when I don’t need her
anymore, she will hang for this.”
Ren smiles his most innocent-looking smile.
“Tell me about your time at the Academy, Hux.”
“Are you done with that scotch yet? Good,
because I am done with you for today. Get out.”