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I have this disease called starts too many WIPs syndrome

X-Men: The Time Traveler's Wife AU, where reader, a mutant uncontrollably drifting through time, forms an attachment to the long lived and possibly immortal Wolverine.

Vurawn wondered often what his life would have looked like if he had taken the Mitth's proposal to be a merit adoptive all those years ago. At odds with the foul faced Syndic who had come to collect him? Surrounded by different friends than the ones he had now? On course for a successful military career? Certainly not here.

The Kivu were considered an obscure family by the majority of the rest of the Acendancy. As a Lesser Family, they had developed their own customs and traditions. They were more expressive than other Families, they valued art, each Kivu having their own favored medium. They grew up dancing and singing, it was uncommon for a Kivu not to be proficient in some instrument. They were an anomaly. A cultural hub in the midst of Rentor.

But what unsettled the other Families the most about the Kivu was their method for choosing their new Patriarch. While other Families elected their Patriarch democratically or the dying Patriarch chose their successor themselves, the Kivu title was passed down through blood. From Patriarch to their eldest child.

Vurawn had entered the military as a young male and had made it quite far for his time spent there and his Family name. Junior Captain. But he had other duties, and when news of his Patriarch's death reached him, he had to return to Rentor. He left his military career behind him.

And he found himself here. In a world where he was mentored by Thooraki himself, a brotherhood with a young Mitth, blossoming friendship with a sweet Syndic, a rivalry with a Prime. Ten ruling families instead of nine. A golden cape displaying his Family's symbol. And a title:

Patriarch Kivu'raw'nuru.

Imperial!Ezra ends up on the ISD Chimaera, found family with dads/mentors Eli Vanto and Thrawn.

How many times do you think Admiral Ar'alani rolled her eyes at Eli saying "Thrawn got court marshalled" or "Thrawn upset other political/military leaders" while he was recapping the past few years in the Empire to her after being stationed with the Ascendancy?

I think he has two phases in his sex life: the first one where he ABSOLUTELY rage fuck (ie Thrawn did a thing AGAIN) and you get absolutely ravaged, can't walk for 3 days, fistfull of hair, ass slapping, I-will-bite-down-your-throat sex when he was a syndic.

And the second phase where he is a patriarch, when he is older, when the weight of the family and responsabilities are on him, when he just aspire to simpler thing, when he just wants a good girl to hug and kiss. Things are slower, sloppier, more languorous, he actually take the time to appreciate...

I just like my men tender, it kills me every time

At heart he is a protector. I think as he gets older he gets slightly more playful as well. Those bites become nibbles, ass slapping becomes him grabbing fistfulls and dragging you lazily ontop of him. (Also I love how it's a universally known truth that Chiss bite.)

I think that it would only be when he's older and more relaxed that the thought of children would even be breached. Young syndic Thurfian? Oh hell no. Patriarch Thurfian? Yeah I can see him as a father.

But not a girl dad 🤔 only sons. Thrawn is the girl dad.

Reverse Robins AU!

Damian | Timothy | Jason | Dick

• Early Life:

The eldest of the bat boys, Damian is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. The product of a one night fling when Bruce was 27 and newly cristened as Batman, he is the only "blood" son. The boy was raised and trained by the League of Assassins for the first 9 years of his life before being given to his father.

• First Outing:

Trained to always finish the job, Damian found his father's methods lacking when it came to his vigilante work. And so with his mind set on rectifying this fault, Damian donned his old robes that he wore when working as an assassin and followed his father out one night. Batman was up against a C-lister thug and when he beat him and left him there for the cops to find in the morning, Damian swooped in to finish the job.

• The Name:

After that fateful night, Bruce realized that he couldn't leave Damian to his own devices and decided to train him to be a hero. Henceforth Damian was known as "Shadow." The superhero name bestowed upon him by Commissioner Gordon, seeing as he was always in Batman's shadow.

• Home Life:

Damian has the worst relationship with his father among all of his adopted siblings. They had a strictly professional relationship while on patrol that bled into their home life. Bruce had no idea what a child needs, and beyond that he never wanted Damian. This child was thrown on him and Damian knows he viewed him as an unwanted and untrustworthy pest for the first few years.

Alfred became his caretaker in much the same way he was for Bruce.

• Independence

Damian left his life as Batman's sidekick at age 18. He kept the name Shadow believing it to still be accurate. Damian, while for the most part maintaining the life of a solo vigilante, has been a part of many super hero teams, and led a few as well.

Shadow is inducted into the Justice League two years after leaving Batman's side. And it is widely acknowledged that he is the only choice for the next Batman.

Imagine showing Thrawn a piece of your culture or religion, and having him sit down buzzing and eager as you explain its significance.

Thalias is all of us at any given moment.

Thalias: falls for an unreachable, unbelievably smart, and incredibly strong man

Thalias: devotes life to protecting and helping said man

Thalias: realizes that he is unattainable (and that she can't fix him)

Thalias: works on herself

Thalias: becomes a better version of herself

Thalias: falls for an absolute hunk of a man this time with ✨emotional availability✨

FIRST DRAFT

OCC Thrawn, Thurfian redemption arc, random idea!

Coming Home

Snow drifted past them all, sticking to their shoes and hair. His nose stung with the prickle of cold, his shoulders ached, and his hands began to numb. But Eli did not notice as he looked up at the face of the former Grand Admiral who stood before him, his head bowed, hands clasped behind his back. His red eyes were closed as tears trickled down the planes of his face, and Thrawn was smiling. A feeling of relief settling in his bones.

A Chiss with a general air of distain and wariness moved forward, an embroidered cloak, a sun on each shoulder, secured with a golden tassel moved forward and into Thrawn's line of sight.

“Exile.”

His eyes lifted up, tears still flowing freely.

“Thurfian, Patriarch. You are the one who called for my exile. Rest assured that whatever lesson you wished to instill in me, I have learned tenfold. I wish only peace upon the Chiss. But I understand our ways.” He fell to his hands and knees. “But please, if you are to kill me, shoot me now, so that I may not know a single more day away from Her.” Thrawn's finger curled around the snow beneath his palms, as if to soak up as much of the cold of his mother world as he could.

Thurfian, the Chiss, took a step back. His red eyes widening by a fraction. His head tilted to the others, military and political leaders alike, before turning his eyes once again to the Chiss before him. His shoulders slumped.

“Mitth’raw’nuruodo …” he stopped, and took a breath, he squared his shoulders, “My brother, you will not die today.” Thurfian unclipped the cloak from his shoulders and…and placed it on Thrawn’s.

“Welcome home, Mitth’raw’nuruodo. Welcome back to Csilla.”