open post } { pointless shippiness

[iluvroadrunner6]

I really wanted shippy things and didn't feel like combing through memes. So I made a post! Comment to this post with your characters, who you want and an option from the list below, and I will start a thread. Shenanigans will ensue.

OPTIONS:

1 - Fluff
2 - Angst
3 - Crack
4 - Surprise Me!

IF YOU CHOOSE SURPRISE ME, it will probably be crack. Because I'm in that sort of mood.

Muselist is HERE and it's not completely updated, but I'm going to try and do that tonight. You may select SURPRISE for what character you want, but if you do it will likely be a crossover ship of my choosing. I don't really do M/M slash, but M/F and F/F are both fair game. Annnnnnnd that's it.

... Go, fight, win!

Comments

4; i couldn't decide between hales tbh

[phased]

( pls don't think you have to do them all! i'm just giving options so whoever jumps out at you c: )

... i kinda ship them a little too

[thebeatofherheart]

You tend to lose a lot when the world ends.

In all those dystopian novels and TV shows and movies, it's always power or homes or families or quality of life, but they still have a place that's theirs. They have a spot that they want to rebuild from, a world to break ground on and a place to begin. The refugees from Chicago have none of that, they essentially have the clothes on their back and the hope that maybe, one day, they'd find a place to call their own again.

Ava thinks it's a bit of a long shot but she keeps trying anyway. She catches her rifts and hops through her worlds and hopes that somewhere along the way she'll come out the other side to find the person she's looking for, the one thing that's anchoring her to the edge and keeping her from falling over.

(They didn't start out like this. At first it was just friends reconnecting again, her searching for her best friend and him looking for his little brother. But slowly in jump after jump through the universes it became more and more until it was love and she is fairly certain that whenever they do find him, Alek is going to kill her, but she'll deal with that when it happens.)

She hits the ground rolling a good ten years older than the seventeen year-old kid she was when the world ended, and she scans the area, looking for any kind of immediate sign of him. Sometimes it takes them a while - months, even. This time it was almost a year - to track each other down again, but they usually do. She isn't sure how much time passes for him - she never asks, because she doesn't want to know - but with each time they find each other again she starts the mental countdown for the inevitable separation.

(It's just until they find a world of their own. Ava's a demon, she has all the time in the world to wait, but he doesn't have that long. She knows that. She just has to hope that by the time they do find it, it isn't too late.)

She spots a pair of broad shoulders not too far from her, and a grin splits her face. She's already running, tearing towards him like she's being drawn to him. "Connor!" leaves her lips about halfway there, and as he turns at the sound of his name, she's jumping, legs sliding around his waist and pulling him in for a warm kiss.

It's been almost a year. Let her have her moment.

[phased]

It didn't start out like this at all.

She was Alek's best friend and Alek is his little brother, and he is fairly certain that he should've brought her into the fold with a similar sort of sentiment, but he can at least safely say that he never regarded her as anything close to a sibling. But she was young and he was lost and searching and now she has most definitely grown up and he is no longer lost and he is no longer searching. At least, not for anything inside of himself he thinks is missing.

(He searches for his brothers every day; first and foremost, he searches for his brothers and Ava.

It's fitting, somehow, that she's the one he always finds. They're channeling their inner Charmings.)

And he is absolutely not complaining at all, by the way. Connor is already meeting her halfway, his arms wrapping around her tiny waist to lift her off the ground and bring her further toward him and his mouth, which is fastening securely over hers.

He might not say much of anything for a good while.

[thebeatofherheart]

That's good. Ava doesn't really want to say anything, because channeling their inner Charmings requires a heated, dramatic kiss. Mostly, however, she's just enjoying that feeling of being connected to him again, he feel of him pressed against her, that sense of physical contact after so long and she just wants to relish it.

So yes. Lots of kissing. Until her lungs are protesting that really, she should try breathing without Connor's lips pressed to hers, because believe it or not that actually inhibits the whole breathing process and she just pulls back with a soft sigh, letting her forehead rest against his for a moment.

"Hi."

[phased]

Mmm, kissing.

Connor sinks into it until his own lungs are protesting. The fact they're not-quite-human means they can go for longer without needing to breathe, but eventually he does, so he'll tear his mouth away from hers reluctantly. His forehead tips to hers as well, allowing himself a moment to just bask in her closeness. In the reality of her.

"Hi yourself," he says with the faintest smirk.

[thebeatofherheart]

She hums softly at that and sighs, just relishing the feeling of him being close again. She wants to ask how long it's been on his end. If he had as much time to miss her as she did him. But for right now, she's just focusing on the fact that they're together, and that is really the important thing that matters.

"We really need to invest in rift-proof handcuffs."

That way these silly separations don't happen quite so often.