Note: Everything is fucking weird here tbh. This is about the otp being nebulae and it's very, very vaguely nsfw. And also it's tiny so. Enjoy?
He had been convinced he was a black hole for so long.
Nothing ever survived within his vicinity. He remembers that even back when he had first come into existence. There had been this pale little form that had made it's way toward him, as if it had wanted to be friends, but as soon as they touched it had all fallen down around him. He destroyed any potential connections, had no control over his own power, so he tried to keep to himself.
His home is a strange place though.
It gifted him with her.
She was all golds and greens, tendrils of white creeping all around her, shimmering blue at her core. She was beautiful.
He had heard rumors from and old burn out star that it was possible for his kind to merge with others. If he found the right one, they would become one seamlessly, beautifully entwining and creating something far greater together than either could on their own.
He wished on that burnt out star that it might be true, but he never really believed anyway.
She makes him hopeful in a way that makes parts of him burn too hot, makes tendrils of his self reach for her wistfully, always fearful that she may actually notice and gravitate in his direction.
It takes light-years.
But parts of her finally meet parts of him, and they are equals, two halves of a whole, and as they merge in a swirling symphony of colour and light, dancing through space, he realizes that anything is possible when you let the right one in.
Hey.