Can you do headcanons on Ukitake if he had a s/o that cured his illness ? I love Jūshirō and I still ( Spoiler alert ) , can't understand why they had to do him so bad .
Sure can !! Thank you for the request .
After Aizen’s attack on Soul society and Rukia Kuchiki’s almost execution the 4th division was overwhelmed with new patients;
So your friend Ichigo asked you to help , you had curing powers as Orihime ;
You were there helping some of the people that had gotten injured on the fight when a big man just strolled in ;
He had big white hair and was wearing a white kind of vest on his black kimono ;
Ichigo had told you that was just for captains , so you were immediately concerned ;
Maybe it was time for you and your friends to go back home , but he didn’t seem there to get you or anything ;
He was bleeding by his mouth and didn’t seem to feel well ;
So you let the other take care of the wounded and you tended to him ;
You set him on a bed and started using your powers ;
Something told you he had really bad health , but you didn’t care , you used everything you got to help him ;
But you went to far , so far that you ended up collapsing beside him ;
When you woke up , you saw that their were other people on the room , another woman who had the same type of vest and a little blond girl ;
The captain that was examinations the white haired man seems to be stuned by what you had done ;
She kept just repeating the question “ How? “ ;
The white haired captain asked what was wrong and the black haired captain just said swiftly ;
“ I don’t know what she did but she cured you.” ;
“ What?”
The man asked stunned , the woman said it again , more firmly;
That was when Ichigo decide to show up , he told you it was time to go ;
You bowed to the two captains and went away without saying another word ;
You didn’t understood what you had just done , but soon you would find out ;
This is what happens when muses take over your life - you finish a fic and then get ideas for other ways it could have ended.
That being said, the ‘canon’ ending of TOS is the one you’ve likely already read - the more bittersweet one.
This is just... Cass not being ready to let go, yet, and liking an idea.
So enjoy a little ‘what if’ scenario, friends. ♥ (Not currently on AO3 I’ll fix that later)
“Willow Shepard. Thane Krios. I have a proposition for you both. Life in a new Galaxy.”
Am I dreaming? Willow’s consciousness feels sluggish, as though she’s trekking through sludge.
“We’re headed to Andromeda - my hope is to find new species, new technology. We could put you both in stasis, wake you up once we have cures-”
“You should go, Willow, once we’ve finished the mission. This is a chance you need to take!”
Arisa, and… Alec Ryder. The thoughts come slightly quicker now, moving through rubble instead of sludge, No, not dreams. These are memories.
“I will go only if you wish to, Siha. My life is yours - the thought that we might actually get to share a life, though…”
Thane. She’d said yes nearly immediately, she remembers - the memories burning brighter now, as though she’s walking through a field.
“Kolyat will come as well, as a liaison - and to have a drell’s opinion and perspective on any possible treatments.”
“You three are special cases on the Hyperion, authorized by the Pathfinder. Kolyat will be woken first, once a cure has been started. Only once we’re sure we can cure you both will we wake you from stasis.”
“A long separation, but one that is more than worth the wait.” he’d pulled her close, she remembers - just before they were to step into their stasis pods, pressing her tightly to his chest - and whispering in her ear “Until we meet again in Andromeda, my Siha. Once we awaken, nothing will keep me from you again.”
Thane… Willow sighs, then goes very still when she realizes she had vocally sighed, had made sound. But aren’t I still…? How?
Things filter in, then; she can feel a bed beneath her back, feel her chest lifting and falling as she breathes, can hear voices and footsteps and the familiar beep of medical machinery.
She can think again, can remember - no more void of darkness, of the sleep of stasis - can hear and smell and feel, can move, which means that I - that we’re - !
“Doctor, we’ve got a response! She’s coming to!”
“Summon the Pathfinder, and the others. Tell them she’s waking up and to get here ASAP.”
Pathfinder. Others. Thane -!
Willow forces her eyes open, wincing in pain at the flare of an overhead light, groaning and trying to push herself up.
A gentle hand on her shoulder holds her down, a male doctor she feels like she should recognize chuckling above her, “Easy, there - don’t rush it. Don’t want you collapsing from dizziness.”
“Where is-?” Willow croaks, voice horse from disuse, still struggling to sit up.
“On their way, I promise. You’ve been out of stasis and in a medically induced coma for about a month, Willow; had to keep you asleep while the cure did it’s job. But congratulations.” the doctors expression is noticeably warmer, now, “You’re healthy as a damn horse.”
“Harry?” a female voice calls out from somewhere behind the doctor, and Willow takes the opportunity to sit up while he’s distracted, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and then gripping when her head starts to spin.
Don’t care, gotta get moving. If I’m cured, then so is-
Another, smaller hand claps gently on her shoulder, and Willow looks up into a face that she definitely recognizes - though the other redhead has aged since she saw her last, and she wonders how long the Hyperion has been in Andromeda.
“Willow.” the woman says softly, “Do you remember me?”
Willow licks her lips, gathering as much moisture as she can, then says “R-Ryder?”
Aria’s face breaks out in a wide grin, “Hey, you. You’ve probably guessed, but you’re cured! Welcome to Andromeda.”
“Where is…?”
“On his way. He and Kolyat had taken a run to the Nexus, to try and prepare a bit for when you woke up.” Aria’s face scrunches a little, amusement clear, “You’re early, Willow. Thought we had another day or two.”
“It’s a S-Shepard thing…” Willow manages, drawing a laugh, “And… is he…?”
“Cured? You bet - that was the promise Dad made you both, right? To only wake you up once you could both be cured?” Aria seems to puff up a little, then, “The Angara - local race, I’ll introduce you to some later - were able to develop an artificial lung compatible with drell physiology, with Kolyat’s input and help from several datapads he brought with them - they were from a Mordin Solus, if you knew him? Anyways, Thane’s been awake for the month the cure was running through you - he’s been healing from his surgery for three weeks.”
That’s the first time Ryder’s said his name, and it jolts Willows system into high alert, nearly frantic now as the reality sets in.
I’m alive. I’m cured. Thane’s alive, and healthy. Oh, my Gods, Thane, I need-!
“Woah, careful!” Aria doesn’t try to stop Willow from standing, though she does hover close, obviously concerned, “You shouldn’t try to move to quickly, yet, it’ll take some time to fully -”
“I’m fine.” Willow manages a shaky step, then another, “I need to see him. I need to see-”
The doors open at the same time as the dizziness catches up with her, and even as she curses in surprise there’s a green blur crossing the room and breaking her fall.
I’ve never see him move that fast. She thinks before she’s pulled fully into his lap and there’s a hand on her chin tilting her head up - and then she’s lost, blue meeting emerald, suddenly vivid in the black, his hand on her face so damn careful and tender.
“Willow.” Thane breathes, voice rolling over her like a soothing wave, just a tad broken beneath the dual tone, “Siha.”
“Thane.” Willow sobs back, burying her face in his throat and clinging to him, still trying to believe this is real.
His whispering in her ear and his hands running over her back convince her, but the tears don’t stop - she’s too damn happy to even care that they’re sitting on the ground, surrounding by doctors and whoever else.
Thane pulls her head up long enough to kiss her - slow and sweet, a re-connection, a reassurance and a needed anchor - before tucking her again against his chest, humming beneath her, in no more rush then she.
His chest pushes and pulls smoothly with every breath, not a hint of the former rattle, and there’s a line visible where his scales don’t sit quite smoothly anymore - and she settles, curled in against him, safe and secure and happy.
They’re alive, the both of them, been given a second chance - and hell itself won’t take him away from her.
