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randomnameless · 11 months

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Doro and Edel sorta come off as "let me be evil" while also asking the audience to pity or validate their actions.

I actually disagree.

I think both of them genuinely think they are doing what they are doing "for the greater good" or "for the people" because they're convinced of the "goodness" of their goal - even if the means to reach that goal are a bit... more messy than breaking 6 eggs to make an omelette.

And for Supreme Leader, I never thought she was the one asking the audience to throw a pity party or to validate her actions - it's the games themselves that twist themselves in a pretzel to completely dodge - and by dodge I mean jump to another continent levels of avoiding - all the obvious implications her actions lead to -

Sure, Supreme Leader was written by those devs and put in those games, but imo, with the way she was written, the character never asks for forgiveness or uwu - it's the game that serves it on a platter, Crust system? You have to piece tidbits of backstory and hear it from a DLC character that Miklan wasn't kicked out bcs no crust, but bcs he tried to kill his younger brother and has been busy "seducing" women with his merry band of dudes. Ditto for foreign royalty that will never be mentionned in relation to the "crust = nobility, if no crusts no nobles anymore" paradigm.

Which leads to really interesting stuff when Supreme Leader is in a game where she can be challenged (not counting Engage bcs for some reason no one knows, it's Dimitri who talks to Zelestia about a place where people can live together regardless of their race), Supreme Leader doesn't make excuses or brings the pity party, she's too stubborn (or too determined) to reconsider her path.

(Supreme Leader inherited Poor Dumb Willy's fierce will?)

The only time she sorts of tug at the player's heart string, imo, is with the revelation she had siblings and her infodumping her backstory to Billy - iirc in the C+ support, just when Billy got the SoC - but as some people theorised, Supreme Leader's supports are unlocked at key moments, and I really like how - if following this theory - some characters try to fool/manipulate/"gaslight" as young people say nowadays/trick the player -

I've said it enough times regarding the Nabateans and Fodlan in general, but i don't think I've said it regarding Supreme Leader : the worst character hit by the uwu hammer and Hresvelg Grey is Supreme Leader herself - if Supreme Leader has been able to be a "traitor" character à la Tales of you can side with in CF for a vilain route, or like Togame in Katanagatari - her goal first her feelings second, and her feelings are a means to reach her goal but then she falls in her own trap - or even Baten Kaitos's Kalas, I think she would have been one of the best and most memorable characters in the franchise.

But the waifu and uwu hammer hit her, and all those opportunities fell on their faces because the devs wanted a waifu first and foremost, controversial maybe, but at the end of the day, a waifu to pander to a certain demographic and plays on the usual and tiresome "only u can defrost the ice queen" trope.

As for Doro...

It's a bit more nuanced, I think Doro genuinely wants to help people, but Doro, due to her backstory (and maybe experiences in Mittelfrank?) wants to help herself most - securing a successful marriage to a wealthy "noble" (tfw Ignatz, who's from a super rich family, isn't on her list) and become the "friend" of the Emperor - who should represent - status wise - everything she hates about nobles, if Ferdie was so hated, then why isn't the Hresvelg Heir, the Imperial heir, isn't as hated? Because Supreme Leader didn't see her bath in a fountain? Did Supreme Leader tone down her "if the weak remain weak it's because they are too used to rely on the strong to survive" discourse around Doro, one of those "weak ones" who only managed to make a name for herself through bribes, heavily implied prostitution and countless hours of hard and gruesome work that will be ruined anyways when she gets "older" so that's why she tries to find a noble and rich husband asap?

I love messy characters, I hc Saias as someone who will see the world burn as long as he can serve his younger brother, and he has to reconsider everything when he learns 1/lil bro dgaf about him and would rather kill him himself + 2/lil sis is actually alive - but the Fodlan games refuse to do anything interesting with the BESF members, in FE8, Ephraim gets a wake-up slap by Seth about what is expected of him now, and what was expected of him then, so he has better polish his father's armor because playtime is over, there's work to do, and Ephraim realises how much of a fool he has been.

Doro will never reconsider (her support with Lorenz is very good in that sense - much like Supreme Leader, Doro is sure her pov and way are the only ones that work) her POV, her most ridiculous takes about "y church never helped people like me in Adrestia" or "military academy makes us fight real fights and kill bandits i thought we weren't in a fire emblem game :(" or even "why is the goddess making us fight like this sure i joined the imperial army who conquers the world and tried to kill you many times but if you attack us it's only bcs of the goddess :(" are never tackled, compare them to Lorenz thinking the church promotes isolationism and Claude correcting him by remembering Dedue and Petra exist(ed?) in Garreg Mach...

TL;Dr : I wouldn't say those characters spend their time going "sad uwus about my life" or ask the audience to validate their action - but that's what their games did, just count how many times (maybe only 1?) people vow to take down the mole people "for Supreme Leader bcs she was manipulated too :(" or the lol-tastic "can't we walk with her (and trample Fodlan)?" ; Supreme Leader doesn't even need to "pity" herself, the game does it itself by giving those "pity" lines to multiple other characters.

It can sound like it's the same thing, after all both Supreme Leader and Doro are characters designed to fit in that game, but it's a bit more nuanced, and it's that nuance - the game severing one of its limbs to prevent them from being seriously challenged about their opinions - that's actually really, imo, annoying. When characters like Dimitri or even to a point, Rhea herself, are dissected and held accountable/are challenged for the weather, the double standard really stings, and that's what pisses me off with these characters.

#anon #idk if i replied to your ask?#replies #I'll say it again but Supreme Leader could have been a very interesting character #if the devs had more courage and didn't put her in a waifu box #very determinate but also stubborn and thinks her cause is just #Supreme Leader always moves forward #even if leads her to a wall or a precipice #it could have been so interesting #we all love Kalas just imagine if Tru Piss ending was like that scene #Or Togame's death as Supreme Leader somehow dies in Billy's arms #but no #i expected more of IS and am disappointed #that's why I buy capcom merch now #FE16 #in a game that calls out characters for the grave sin of existing #hypocrites that avoid the same 'call out' are really a sore thumb #Doro could have been a fascinating character and I still think there are interesting points about how she's written both in FE16 and Nopes

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gracelesslamb · 5 years

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The CEO, the Professor, and Me (Victor x MC x Lucien OT3) part 8*small smut warning

“What was that expression you used earlier, Victor? ‘Going at it like a couple of rabbits,’ was it? Seems a bit hypocritical in hindsight, don’t you think?”

“Shut up, Professor.” Victor says through clenched teeth. His grip on me tightens.

Lucien laughs and shakes his head. “You know, Victor, it’s perfectly alright to call me by my first name instead of my title. We’ve been quite...intimate over the past few hours after all.”

“No thanks, Professor. I don’t plan on getting any more...intimate with you in the near future.”

An awkward silence fills the air for several minutes. Finally Lucien clears his throat.

“Why don’t all three of us get some rest, hm? You two put on your undergarments at the very least. Just in case we’re woken up unexpectedly tomorrow. We should also huddle together for body heat since we keep waking up.”

My last few hours of captivity are spent in warmth as Victor and Lucien place me between their half naked bodies. Both boys steal a couple of gentle, sleepy kisses. Nothing is said, other than a quiet “Goodnight” before the three of us fall into unconsciousness.

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Someone’s phone alarm blares.

I groan and bury myself deeper in Lucien’s chest. Victor sits up and presses a button, silencing the irritating sound.

“What time is it?” I mumble.

“Five thirty.” Victor says. He pulls on his pants, and begins to rebutton his shirt.

I groan and beckon him back to me and Lucien. “Come back here...we have time to snuggle.”

“Yes, but we should get dressed just in case we fall asleep again. Don’t want to be found in a compromising position.”

“He has a point.” Lucien murmurs softly. He lifts my chin with a finger and kisses my lips, before he disengages from our embrace to dress himself.

My stomach growls. The moment I get out of here, I’m going to a nice breakfast place and spending the next couple of days at home alone with my cat.

I pull on my skirt and blouse before laying down again, using my purse as a pillow. Eventually Lucien joins me on the floor, fully dressed, minus the tie, which he slung in preparation under his collar. He pulls me back into his chest and kisses my temple.

Victor is fully dressed: tie and all and is scrolling through his phone with full attention.

“Victor...come back to bed.” I whine sleepily. Victor looks up from his phone and gives me a soft smile.

“You mean back to the floor?”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Just come back here. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase.”

Victor chuckles and taps his phone a few times. “Alright, alright. Just let me set another alarm for six forty-five. People start coming into the studio around seven, right?”

“Mhm...Now come over here.”

“My, my, aren’t you bossy this morning.” Victor lays down on his side and leans close to kiss my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. I blush. It’s still weird seeing this affectionate side of him. Though, judging by the things Victor said during our last time together, it’s highly possible Victor was going to distance himself from me and return to his normal sarcastic self after we’re rescued.

The thought made me pull him even closer as he kisses me carefully while Lucien buries his face in my neck. Victor breaks the kiss and presses his lips to my forehead as he pulls me into a forward embrace, while Lucien supports my back. I bury my face into Victor’s shirt and close my eyes. The unasked question hung silently in the air: What were the three of us? I’ve had some casual flings before but...there was nothing casual about the emotion that Victor displayed while he made love to me. There was genuine affection in his eyes and it made my knees weak.

Lucien was harder to figure out. While he’s always been something of a flirt, I always thought that was just how he acted towards girls. Earlier Victor had claimed that Lucien was manipulating us and now that my head is clear, it made sense, from his perspective. At the same time...I could also see why Lucien suggested sex as a way to get our minds off being trapped, despite the now obvious emotional consequences with Victor.

The tension between the three of us was thick even before Victor and Lucien started bickering. I probably would’ve gone crazy if I had to listen to that all night.

My body aches all over. I roll my neck back and forth a little to alleviate the stiffness.

“Your body must be pretty sore.” Lucien softly murmurs in my ear. His hands move to my shoulders and his thumbs begin to expertly massage the muscles in my neck. I moan softly.

“When we get out of here, it’s probably a good idea to get some rest in an actual bed.” Lucien murmurs. His voice lowers and softens. “Maybe...I can join you. Just to sleep, of course.”

“I’m pretty sure she’d rather be alone after spending all night with us, Professor.” mutters Victor.

“You could always join us, Victor. The more the merrier.”

“I’ll pass. I have work to do.”

“Suit yourself.”

“I...would actually rather not have company over after this, Lucien.” I mutter quickly under my breath. “Maybe another time.”

“Fair enough. I’ll be at home next door if you need anything.”

“Wait a second you live next door to ____!?”

“That’s right. We’re next door neighbors.”

Victor sighs heavily. “Perfect...that’s just perfect.”

“Alright that’s it.” I untangle myself from both Victor and Lucien and stand up. Both boys also stand up, with twin looks of confusion on their faces.

“Lucien. Stop trying to piss Victor off. It may be funny to you, but it’s getting really really old. Victor. The jealous thing? You’re aware that I had just as much sex with you as I did with Lucien, right? Grow up. Both of you.”

“You’re right. I’ve been acting childishly and I apologize.” says Lucien with a sheepish smile.

Victor says nothing, but he rolls his eyes and avoids all eye contact with me. There’s a hint of a blush in his complexion.

I sigh in relief. It felt nice to get all of that off my chest.

“Now can both of you please stop goading each other and just cuddle me?”

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The alarm blares at 6:45 and Lucien, Victor and I dust ourselves off from the floor. Lucien fixes his tie and Victor pulls on his suit jacket. Both boys look like they hadn’t spent the entire night trapped in an elevator while I looked like a haunted mess with bad hair.

It doesn’t take long for us to hear people start coming into work. Lucien smirks at me and loosens his tie.

“_______. Come over here for a second.” Lucien grabs me by the arm and pulls me against the far corner of the elevator, smashing his lips against mine.

Lucien presses me against the elevator and releases my lips. He kneels down in front of me and places his head under my skirt. I feel him push aside my panties with his fingers and suddenly his mouth is on me, hot, wet, and relentless.

His tongue attacks my clit over and over again and it doesn’t take very long for Lucien to push me over the edge. I cover my mouth as my walls break. Victor is at the other end of the elevator staring at us, his mouth wide open in shock.

Lucien fixes my panties, and retreats out from under my skirt. His hair is mussed and his facial expression can only be described as smug as he stands up and dusts himself off.

The elevator lurches downward and my heart, which was still racing from the surprise oral sex session, began to race faster with anticipation. Finally, I was going to get out of here and see people who weren’t Victor or Lucien!

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #mr love victor #mr love lucien #smut

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mockingjayne12 · 6 years

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Where I Want To Go

(Lyatt / Timeless Fic)

Her toes wiggle in her socks, even the tiniest movement reminding her that she was sore, incredibly so. The wince sends her injured face screaming in even more pain. Her nose scrunching up, crinkling the cut on her cheekbone, her hand moving towards the sting, as if trying to still herself.

She sees the cloth of ice before anything else, a friendly hand extending a peace offering, promising to sooth her aching face.

Lucy wants to smile up at him, a silent thanks of sorts, but even a smirk feels like torture.

“Here,” Wyatt offers, lightly stepping over her, before lowering himself into a sitting position beside her, the temperature seemingly raising, despite the cold concrete on her back, as he sits closely next to her.

She moves the ice to her face, instinctively jerking away as the freezing cold reaches her eye. Laying her head back against the wall, she tilts her face towards him, but he avoids her gaze.

It’s only when she nudges him with her shoulder that he looks at her, his blue eyes swimming with guilt, sweeping across her injuries. She knows, logically, they’re not his fault. That none of this is his fault. But she also knows him better than that, the clench of his jaw, telling her that he’s fighting back what he really wants to say. He blames himself.

Averting his eyes again, he stares down at his feet, and she does the same, lowering the ice to her lap, that awkward tension, the one that they can’t seem to shake surrounds them. Unspoken words lingering between them, the ones threatening to spill from either of their mouths at any second.

“I almost lost you,” he chokes out.

She waits for something else, a signal for her to speak, but she’s not sure what to say at this point. He’s not wrong, as she laid sprawled on the ground, there was definitely a moment where she thought that it all would end right there.

But here she was, very much alive, and in pain, ready to stitch herself back together, and begin healing. With him.

Her fingernail moves across the pattern of the cloth, distracting herself from the heavy tension threatening to overtake them.

She can hear the words he wasn’t saying, the ones claiming that it wasn’t just today that he felt like he’d lost her. He had made a choice, one that she had encouraged, that she understood. And it had backfired.

His brow furrows in contemplation. Not unlike a moment that seems so far away now, the two of them seated on opposite beds, tears threatening to drown her as she realized she’d lost everything.

He’d promised her that day that she hadn’t lost him, but a phone call not too long after had informed her otherwise. She’d been shattered, forced to pick up the pieces by herself with a bottle in one hand, and the constant reminder of its breaker an arms length away.

But she didn’t blame him. She couldn’t. She was angry, sure. Devastated, absolutely. But to blame him would’ve been to hate who he was, his loyalty, his ability to do the right thing, a persistence to right the wrongs, to get what he had been fighting for. To deny him as such, to hate him for this, it would’ve been hypocritical, it would’ve been to hate his very being. And for as much as she hurt, she knew she couldn’t for one second regret what had happened between them.

Her hand stills, shaking as she lifts it to settle on his warm one, heating what was just wrapped around ice.

“You didn’t lose me,” she whispers, a quirk to her lips, only slightly, not wanting to pull at the small adhesive keeping her cheek in one piece.

His eyes seem to focus on her small hand atop his, and when he looks back at her, she swears the tears building make his eyes look impossibly blue with hope. The double meaning not lost on him, as she squeezes his hand.

The same smirk as her own mirrored back to her.

“Lucy,” he starts, angling his body towards her, bringing his knees up so their hands fall further into his lap.

She doesn’t respond, so much as hum back at him, encouraging him to continue, lowering her head, unable to veil her face with her hair pulled back.

“It’s not…you are…,” he stumbles out, and her face tilts with confusion, prepared to take her hand back, but he grabs onto her fingers, lacing them with his own.

“Wyatt,” she warns, not sure if she can possibly take another hit today.

“You and me, we’re not fate,” he says, an imperceptible laugh at the end of his sentence.

Her lips part, inhaling a deep breath, rattling her frame, a sharp intake of pain following. He never was one to believe in fate, convinced that it was our choices that made up history, shaped our future. The outtake refreshing, in the stream of inevitability that she waned in. But as she sat there, peeking up at his face through her dark lashes, she couldn’t help but feel, still, that they were something meant to be.

“You’re a choice. We’re a choice,” he claims, and she finds herself nodding, despite their differing of opinions. “And before…the possibilities…the what ifs…”

“I wasn’t your choice,” she thinks, and it’s only when he balks that she realizes she said that out loud.

“Because I was still living in the past,” he says, frustration painting his expression, his free hand coming to his neck, as if working out the muscles he needed to finish his thoughts. “If she hadn’t come back, that what if would have always been hanging over us.”

“And now?” She asks, only to find his once free hand tangling in her hair, his thumb gently cradling her jaw, hovering above the cuts littering her face, soft reminders of what was almost lost.

His face moves closer, their fingers still laced, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, the pull on her shoulder causing a grimace to ghost across her face.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart” He says, concern written all over him, refusing to hurt her further.

She nods, scooting forward, putting her weight on him, trusting he wouldn’t let her fall.

“That’s my line,” she says with a smirk.

“I love you,” he breathes an inch away from her, and her eyes close, squeezing tightly, soaking in the words. He was right this wasn’t something inevitable, she could choose not to. She could choose to walk away. But the thought of doing so seemed more painful than risking her heart again.

Her eyes fluttered open to find the same blue eyes that had protected her since day one. The steady hand of a man who had stood by her side, whose feelings for her couldn’t be undone even when presented with nothing short of a miracle. The one who strapped her in safely, and walked with her through time, supporting her search for her own sister, gripped her hand, and looked at her as more than just a source of information or a means to an end. The one who was willing to risk his own life to make sure she wasn’t erased from existence.

The grip she has on his shoulder tightens. Her face moving ever so close to his own, his breath hitting her, mixing with her own, steadily syncopating, unable to separate.

“I don’t want to waste anymore time,” she says, her moving words causing her lips to brush against his, but he doesn’t make a move, letting it be her choice. Their fate resting in her hands.

Lucy lets go of his hand, and she can feel his gasp, as he tries to extricate himself from her, but she wraps her arms around his neck, not even feeling the ache of her muscles as they stretch, her smile tearing at her cut lip, her cheek screaming at her to stop. But she can’t.

Her lips are on his before he can comprehend what’s happening, their kiss soft and wanting, as she pulls him impossibly close. The feel of him still something still new, yet familiar, a bit like coming home, settled and steady.

It’s only reluctantly do they part, her forehead coming to rest against his lips.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook just yet,” she says with a shortness of breath caught between them. A laugh rumbles out against her, rattling her body.

“I’d expect nothing less…ma’am,” he responds. Their eyes eventually meeting, attempting to explain the infinite number of possibilities, as they settle into a realization of just how rare and fateful it is that they exist in this moment.

“I love you too.”

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hello, hi! this is my first attempt at a timeless fic, so please be kind. this isn’t necessarily how i see the finale going down, but it was an idea that wouldn’t let me go, so i figured it best to write it out. reviews are lovely. thank you all for reading. and i’m sure i’ll have something else to contribute as the finale gets closer or surely after it ends.

#lyatt #timeless #lucy preston #wyatt logan #lyatt fanfic

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trashunlimited · 6 years

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hope you guys like this one :) it came out slightly later than i expected, but oh well.

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tagging: @nightshade1994, @glampyra

When Cyn woke up, he found that Rick was gone, much to his dismay, and to make things worse, the guards were all dead and blood was everywhere.

It wasn’t hard for him to deduce that Rick had killed all the guards and escaped, and it angered and devastated him beyond belief. His plan had failed, and now he would be discharged, after all his hard work and planning too! It would be for nothing in the end.

Cyn returned to where Pyri was, and when he arrived, the look on her face showed nothing but pure rage.

“I gave you three chances, and you wasted them all!’ She yelled. “You are discharged from now on. It’s far too late anyways, nothing can be done.”

Cyn was baffled. “Your Imperial Highness...you’re just...giving up...after everything? This empire has been going on for thousands of years! You can’t just-”

“I can and I will!” Pyri interrupted. “Panic and chaos have ensued here for far too long, the planet has become a mess. Our empire was already failing anyways..” She sighed. “I have given away the remainder of our planets to the newly rising Galactic Federation, and sending off remaining citizens to other parts of the galaxy.”

“But-”

“Enough! I want you to leave immediately! Get out!”

Cyn hung his head, and obeyed one final time to his empress. He walked out, feeling dejected, and observed outside to see ruin and destroyed buildings everywhere.

He clenched his fist angrily, this was all Sanchez’s fault! If he hadn’t stolen that chunk, none of this would’ve ever happened. Cyn looked up into the sky, and knew what he had to do: take revenge.

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The next day, Julie found her thoughts returning to Rick again, and the torture he suffered at the hands of the fyralogins. It must’ve been traumatic for him, she couldn’t stop worrying about it.

After breakfast, she decided to ask him about it, but Rick just scoffed it off. “Y-You worry too much Julie, I'm fine, everything's fine.”

“I worry about you because I love and care for you. Just talk to me okay? There's no need to hide things from me.” She replied.

“Says you, you've never told me what happened to your family. If anything, you're the one keeping secrets from me.”

She sighed. “No, you’re right. It was hypocritical of me to want you to not keep secrets, while I’ve been...keeping some myself.”

Julie looked away, and Rick seemed a bit remorseful for acting harsh towards her. “I’m...I’m sorry...j-j-just..y-you can tell me what h-happened, I’m h-here for y-you.”

She turned her head up and smiled weakly, finally deciding he needed to know the truth.

Taking a deep breath, Julie began to explain what happened. “It was...a couple of years ago..back in ‘75...my parents had been saving up money to buy me a house, the same one we’re in right now. After graduating from university, I returned home, and that’s when they showed me this house. I was so excited, I moved in as soon as possible. But…” She started to tear up, which worried Rick. “My parents...were going to come visit me after I finished moving in, but on their way there...the weather..” She sniffled. “It got really bad..and they...they got into an accident...and..” Julie broke down into sobs, unable to finish.

Rick wiped a few of tears away and held her close, letting her sob against him. “Let me guess….they died?” He asked.

“Yeah..” Julie muttered through her tears.

Rick gently rubbed her back, not saying a word afterwards. He didn’t really know how to comfort her, but he figured that what he was doing should be enough. He didn’t understand her pain, due to how different their relationships with their parents had been, but he tried to be there for her regardless. Rick hadn’t lost anyone particularly close to him, in part because he usually didn’t let people get close to him to begin with, Julie was one of the few exceptions.

Rick decided the best thing he could do right now was find a way to cheer her up, and see her smile and laugh again, he hated seeing her so sad.

He pulled her away and gave her a big smile. “I have an idea to make you feel better, do you like video games?”

A small smile formed on Julie’s face. “I do.”

“Then I got something to show you!”

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Rick brought Julie over to an intergalactic arcade called “Blips and Chitz”, it was one of his favourite places to visit, and he was sure, since Julie liked video games too, that she would enjoy it as well.

As soon as the two stepped inside, Julie’s eyes widened in awe and wonder, taking in the sights. It looked a tiny bit like a normal arcade on Earth, but far bigger and with a far wide selection of games to play. Not only that, but she could see screens displaying information relating to the arcade, various floors to visit, and in the center, there was a planet-like object with the words “Blips and Chitz” around it.

“I’ve been managing to save up enough flurbos for the two of us to use. I even started selling weapons to an assassin I met not too long ago.” Rick mentioned. “I...actually was planning to spend an entire afternoon here on my own for a bit, but now that you’re here, we can do it together.”

Julie grinned at him. “So..is this like our first date?”

He blushed. “Yeah...I-I g-guess ssso..”

She giggled, and took his hand in hers, then they started walking together. Rick smirked, he could only imagine Julie’s reaction to one of the games here. Video games on Earth were extremely primitive, so this would be completely different for her. As to not freak her out too much, he decided on starting her off with something simple.

Rick led her to one of the arcade cabinets, and pointed to it. “Here’s one I think you’ll like. The objective is simple, all you have to do is fly the spaceship while avoiding obstacles and shooting at enemies.”

She went and sat down in front of it, her curiosity peaked. “Sounds easy enough, this should be fun!”

As soon as she pressed the button to start it up, the extremely high-tech graphics amazed her beyond belief, and she was at a loss for words.

Rick laughed and tapped her shoulder to get her attention, snapping her out of her amazed state. “Sorry!” Julie apologized. “It’s just...I’ve never seen anything like this…”

“Don’t worry about it, just try it out.” He grinned.

Julie smiled at him, then turned back over to the game and attempted to play. He watched as she played and was a bit impressed at how well she was doing, it seemed she had managed to pick up on things pretty quickly.

When she finished, Rick gave her a thumbs up, then went over to play the game himself.

It was Julie's turn to watch him, and she found herself in awe about how amazing he was, he drove the spaceship very smoothly and with ease, and was able to shoot tons of obstacles quickly.

When he finished, Julie went up to him in excitement. “Wow Ricardo! You were amazing!” She beamed. “What are we gonna play next?”

Rick smiled at her use of his full name, and took out the tickets from the machine to get prizes, before looking around and seeing what else they could play together. When he found something he thought she’d like, he took her over there and they began playing the game together.

“Good luck trying to beat me Julie! I’m the master at this game!” Rick boasted. “Y-You’ll never even come cl-close!”

Julie giggled. “We’ll see about that!”

She was again, able to pick up on things pretty fast, and much to Rick’s surprise, she was managing to do really well, and he was getting nervous that she might beat him. He hated losing, being very competitive when it came to games, and wasn’t even going to let Julie win. He made the move to try and use tricks in order to win, but Julie caught on and was able to get the upper hand, causing her to win.

“Yay! I won!” She exclaimed happily. “Guess I'm the new master at this game huh?”

Rick just ‘hmphed’ and appeared grumpy and annoyed, crossing his arms together and looking away.

“Aw don’t be such a sore loser, Mr. Grumpypants!” She laughed.

Rick didn’t respond, and Julie got a devious idea. She grabbed onto his face and pulled him in for a kiss, making him blush madly. He was surprised, but quickly found himself enjoying it.

“All better now?” Julie asked.

“Yep..” Rick said, still in a bit of a lovestruck haze, before realizing he was in one and shaking his head, snapping him out of it. She laughed, and watched as Rick took out the tickets from the machine, before glimpsing back at her. “You wanna help me get more of these? If we win enough...well..there are some prizes I really wanna g-get..” He winked.

“Of course! Let’s get going!” Julie agreed.

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The two went to play more games together, having fun and of course, collecting the tickets. Julie continuously found herself amazed with every game they played, and she wasn’t sure if she could ever play a simple game like Breakout or Pong ever again, but to her, it was worth it.

When they’d managed to collect enough tickets, they went over to the prize booth where Rick traded some tickets in for...a scooter? She was surprised, but not complaining.

“Rick! Why did you get a scooter?” She asked playfully.

“Why wouldn’t I get a scooter? These things are amazing!” He retorted, and Julie watched as he went on it, and he started to zoom around in pure glee.

Julie was glad to see him doing so well, and realized that this showed Rick clearly has a more childish side to his personality, not that she minded. If she was being completely honest, she found it rather...cute, and it further showed how Rick wasn’t afraid to be himself.

She was still concerned about how the torture he’d suffered had affected him, but decided that maybe he just wouldn’t want to talk about it, and that was okay with her. Besides, she’d rather see him like this than in any misery or pain.

At the same time, Julie thought about how it must be the same for Rick too, that he didn’t like seeing her miserable either, and that this must be his way of making her feel better. She had to admit, it worked. Her pain was still there deep down, but the fact alone Rick did this for her, was enough to show that he cared, and that meant the world to her.

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When they were finished, they returned home, only to see that it was dark out.

“Oh goodness!” Julie exclaimed. “We were there for a pretty long time huh?”

“Heh heh...y-yeah..” He chuckled. “But it was worth it right?”

“Totally.”

They headed back inside, where Julie decided to thank Rick for taking her to the arcade.

“Thank you by the way...for taking me to Blips and Chitz. It was a lot of fun...and...I’d love to go back someday.” She smiled. “By the way...did you take me there to cheer me up after I told you about...you know..”

Rick nodded. “I didn’t know what else to do...I-I’ve never had to comfort someone b-before...s-sorry..”

“Oh don’t worry about it.” Julie assured him. “The fact alone you wanted to cheer me up is all that matters to me, it shows me that you care for me and want me to be happy.”

Rick blushed shyly at her words. “Ah..i-it’s...n-nothing r-really..”

“No, it’s not nothing, it means the world to me.” She replied before kissing his cheek, making him blush more.

He was speechless, unsure what to say, making Julie giggle softly. “I guess I’ll be off to bed now, see you tomorrow..”

Rick smiled at her, and they shared a kiss before he left back for his apartment.

While there, his mind kept thinking about Julie, how much fun they’d had at Blips and Chitz, how lucky he was to be with her. That had been the most fun he’d ever had there, and he knew it had to do with Julie, she brought out so much joy and excitement in him, and he never had to hide any part of who he was with her.

Rick had never been in a serious relationship, just casual ones, so he didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he hoped he would learn what to do through Julie. She was always there for him, and he knew he would always be there for her.

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In the morning, Julie decided to talk to Mark and Vivian again, especially Vivian. She wanted to apologize with her, and of course, they also had to know she was with Rick too.

Julie picked up her phone and dialed Mark’s number, before hearing his surfer dude-like voice on the other end. “What’s up? Whose this?”

“It’s me, Julie..” She answered.

“Oh..everything going okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Yes, everything’s fine, no need to worry, I’m doing better now.” Julie replied. “I also wanted to let you know, that I want you and Vivian to come over, I have so much to tell you!”

Mark smiled, already being able to tell from her voice that she was indeed doing better now. He was a little nervous about bringing Vivian over, but knew it was for the best. “Alrighty then, see ya soon!” Then he hung up.

Julie put the phone back, and then waited for her friend’s arrival. She’d been hoping to reconcile with Vivian, and apologize for yelling at her, it had been her mind last night while she tried to sleep, and she knew she needed to do something about it.

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When they arrived, Julie greeted Mark with a hug, and when she saw Vivian, she gave her a gentle smile. “It’s great to see you again Vivian.” She greeted.

Vivian sighed. “Julie...look...I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“Thank you..and I’m sorry for yelling too..”

“What? No! You don’t need to apologize, I was the one who yelled at you initially.”

“But-”

“Ladies please!” Mark interrupted. “Can you all agree neither of you meant to yell and you both wanna just get along again?”

They both looked at him, and Julie nodded her head in agreement, with Vivian following soon after, looking a bit annoyed that Mark interrupted them.

Now that that was resolved, Julie had something she wanted to bring up to them. “Well, I do have some great news!”

“What is it?” Mark asked curiously.

“Rick and I are officially together now!” She revealed happily. “A lot happened recently, I got kidnapped by an alien, but Rick saved and protected me, and now well...we’re a couple..”

Vivian had a befuddled look on her face, “Hold on, what is this about you getting kidnapped by an alien?”

“And just yesterday Rick took me an intergalactic arcade! It was so much fun!” Julie eagerly continued, completing ignoring her question.

Mark’s eyes widened. “You went to an intergalactic arcade?! What were the games like?”

“Really high tech and so advanced!” Julie answered. “It was so amazing it nearly blew my mind!”

“Cool! Do you think I could go sometime?”

She giggled. “Maybe, if Rick would let you.”

Vivian watched as Mark got all excited, and to her surprise, he went over and hugged her, making her blush, before pulling away. She was a little surprised, but shook it off, and her gaze focused on Julie. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that Julie and Rick were a couple now, considering Rick was a murderer and all, but at least she seemed happy.

“So, you and Rick are a couple now huh?” Vivian asked, raising a brow.

Julie’s glee was replaced with nervousness. “Umm...yes...are you..okay with that?”

“Why would I be? He kills people for God’s sake..”

Mark went in between them, laughing nervously. “Ha ha...let’s not start this again..”

“No, he’s right.” Julie agreed. “Vivian, can you at least be happy for me?”

Vivian bit her lip, and sighed. “Whatever.”

“Thank you so much!” Julie exclaimed and hugged her, making her blush once again.

They spent a bit more time together, before Vivian and Mark said their goodbyes to Julie, and were on their way home.

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Now alone again, Julie thought about Rick and seeing him again, wondering how he was doing.

She was so grateful to be with him, and she thought again about how he’d comforted her about her parents deaths.

Since the day they died, Julie hadn’t been the same, it had been a long time since she’d felt genuinely happy, but Rick had made her feel that way again. Thinking back, Julie wondered if she could finally come to terms with their deaths. As she thought, a flashback to her childhood formed in her mind.

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Julie was sitting in front of the mirror in her room, while her mother brushed her hair, before tying it into a single braid and topping it with a white bow.

“Turn around Juliana, let’s see how you look.” Her mother told her. Julie did just that, and her mother gasped in awe. “Oh sweetie, you look so beautiful!’

Julie smiled, but it quickly faded. “No one else seems to think so..” She sighed. “I think they’re right..”

“Just because a lot of people say something about you, doesn’t make it true. You are a beautiful girl, you just don’t realize it, but you will in time, I’m sure. Maybe it’ll take someone very special to help you see that you are.” Her mother grinned.

“Like my true love?” Julie beamed.

Her mother laughed. “Your true love will be able to not only see how beautiful how truly are, and help you realize that, but they’ll love you for you. That’s how you’ll know he’s the one.”

“When will I meet him?” She asked.

“Someday...maybe when you’re all grown up..maybe one day you’ll just bump into him by accident, or he’ll bump into you!” Her mother giggled, booping her nose.

Julie giggled too. “Is that how you knew Daddy was your true love?”

“Yep.” She confirmed. “I was just a waitress at a diner, taking orders and feeling bored out of my mind. Then one day Daddy popped in and I just felt this connection with him. We started talking a hit it off so well! Vivian’s Mommy would tease me all the time about it, asking when I was going to marry him, and I did, then you came around.”

Julie’s mother hugged her tightly, and she hugged back. Her words had comforted her, and she did feel a bit better now.

They then the doorbell ring, and the door opening, alerting her mother. “Daddy’s home!” She exclaimed. “We have to go give him the casserole we made together!”

She started walking out of her room, and Julie followed happily, now feeling like she didn’t have any worries anymore,

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Julie shed a few tears, thinking about the happy memory with her mother. It seemed she’d guessed correctly somehow that Rick would end up bumping into her, or more like he’d rammed into her, but still! It was close enough for her. Everything her mother had said about her true love was right on the nose.

She smiled, thinking about her future with Rick.

ok i know the dead parents thing is cliche but i feel like i have a good reason for including it okay! hear me out!

answer me this, would you want your daughter dating some highly dangerous criminal? and not just any criminal either, but one of the most wanted and dangerous in the entire galaxy? no! you wouldn’t! we already had enough drama as it is with vivian, we didn’t need anymore with julie’s parents.

okay...with that out of the way, this is blips and chiptz��

it was from the episode “mortynight run”, and i wanted to include it because i wanted to show that both rick and julie like video games. i mean this is the stuff julie is used to:

and then she sees amazing high tech advanced graphics, and of course she almost loses her god damn mind.

i got the idea for rick’s more “childish” interests from here:

i wanted to make their banter and teasing feel believable...hope it is!

#my writing #rick and julie

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So I really wanted to write some fluff between my yeehaw ass Sole Survivor Heinz and his mf uhh cute bf Preston so here is Sonnet 18 and some appreciation for my uhh wholesome (but sometimes stubborn) cowboy

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

The day was hot and Heinz couldn’t walk two steps before the unruly amount of sweat made his body sticky and uncomfortable, the sun was perpetual and determined to cast itself all over the Commonwealth; just like Preston. On days where he could lounge around, the sun embraced Heinz with its welcoming hug, warm and secure, Preston’s hugs were warm and Heinz found himself safe in the arms of his best friend, his love. Summer made Heinz weak but also fueled his determination.

Summer reassured Heinz that better days would come, you just had to humble yourself and fight through it all.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Heinz peered up to the walls of the castle, and lo and behold, there was Colonel Garvey, his signature coat and scarf discarded, wearing simple farm clothes as he planted crops alongside other Minutemen. Heinz could see the light glistening off the beads of sweat the rolled down the same face Heinz indulged in kissing every night, cupped after every outward altercation, and gazed upon in admiration. True, Heinz was The General, the man in charge, someone to be respected and honored to the highest ability, but he found himself reflecting that onto Preston. Preston, the man who saw the good in such a broken place, the man who fought for a difference, a man, who despite everything he’s gone through, kept on, put others before him, a selfless man, the man Heinz loves and adores with every fiber in his being.

Preston and Heinz met at the lowest parts in both of their lives, and through one another, overcame the obstacles.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Preston smiled as he conversed with the Minutemen around him, too far for Heinz to hear, but he knew it was something uplifting. If you were to ask Heinz what he loved about Preston, he could go on until he lost his voice, and continue to sign it. Preston worked harder than anyone Heinz knew, and when that work was done (which was never, something always needed Preston’s attention), Preston was always the first one to lend a hand, never complaining, in fact he was eager to help out. He was the good in a world full of hate and malice, stuck out like a sore thumb. Just by looking at him, you could never tell that he was unhappy, or that he didn’t care if he woke up in the morning, so when Heinz found out, he had to sit down; a man who was there for everyone, was alone, left to care for himself the way that he did for so many people. It wasn’t fair. But life wasn’t fair, more now than it ever had been. But that’s the thing, you couldn’t see it, because Preston never let it show, he pushed through it, he didn’t have time to sit and feel sorry, he couldn’t, people depended on him. For someone as wonderful and as pure as Preston, he stood unstained in a world that contrasted so differently from him.

Preston was one of the strongest men Heinz had met, and God help anyone that dared to get in his way.

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Heinz was soon ripped from his daydream by Ronnie Shaw, her hands waving in front of his face as she tried to get his attention.

“Gen’ral? You alright there?” Once she noticed him noticing her, she turned her head in the direction that he had been so fixated on.

“Ah, I see, you got distracted, huh?” She smirked as she teased the young man, patting his shoulder with her hand before looking back at him.

“Well quit it, get back to work. Those poor boys are slaving away while you keep ogling Colonel Garvey. I’m sure you can get a better look while you’re planting some more melons.” And with that she placed a small box of seeds in his hands before making her way back into the tunnel walls.

Summer’s days were long, but it seemed to slowly halt as the air got cooler and the sky darkened slightly. Heinz made his way up to where the others were, not before removing his coat and armor, placing them on the bell adjacent to the radio beacon.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

The General walked behind the group before announcing their break, adding that they should get a good meal and shower before retiring early. This was met with small cheers as the young men and women passed the ravenette, giving small nods or thanks for the “genorosity” suddenly bestowed onto them, and of course the ever so persistent Preston insisting that he should stay and finish up.

“Nonsense, I’ll harvest some and prep for tomorrow, you’ve worked hard enough, you deserve some rest.” Heinz rested his hand on Preston’s shoulder, smiling down at him.

“Uh uh, General, if anything I should be out here with you, you don’t need to over work yourself. I’ll finish it.” He pressed, going back to his previous activity. Heinz sighed before kneeling down beside him, placing a hand on his Colonel’s lower arm.

“Don’t be a hypocrite, Colonel,” He was now implementing General status. “You and I both know you’ve been out here almost all day, you need rest.” Heinz left no room for interjection before grabbing a crate and heading towards the crops.

The sun was hot, and it was never not hot. For what is the sun without it’s mighty rays, and what was Preston without his hard work.

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

Ignoring protests from Preston, Heinz finally managed to store the vegetables from the crops into the small mess hall in the west wing.

“General, I am fully capable of doing that, you didn’t have to.” Preston almost whined, his arms pulled Heinz in once he knew they were alone.

“I know,” the General chuckled, leaning back into it. “I just don’t want you to overwork yourself, you’re always doing something, you need to rest once in a while.”

Preston scoffed softly, his eyebrows knitting together as he huffed. “No, I’m making up for lost... time.” He murmured as he buried his face into the shorter mans shoulder, breathing out softly, causing Heinz to slip from the embrace to face him.

“Preston, you know damn good and well that you work so hard, sometimes too hard.” Heinz forced Preston’s gaze forward so that the other could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Preston was a great man, he just wanted him to see that, to understand.

It’s hard to come to terms with things you don’t believe in.

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Preston chewed the inner part of his cheek, his lips pouting as he averted his gaze once again, feeling that he had no right to look his General in the eyes, not worthy, too guilty.

“They’re gone, it’s my fault. I failed them because I slacked off, I wasn’t consistent, I should be the one laying in Quincy, not the others. They didn’t deserve that, they had families-“

“What about me, huh? What would have happened to me if you weren’t there to save my ass when I left the vault?” Heinz interrupted, his eyes softening at his lover.

“You saved me.” There it was again, Preston not being able to credit himself.

“You saved me in the long run-“

“You saved the Minutemen when I wasn’t able to.” Heinz heart dropped as he watched a tear fall from under the brim of Preston’s hat.

“Preston...” Heinz started as he gingerly cupped Preston’s face in his hand, raising it to him before swiping the tears from his soft cheeks. “Without you, the Minutemen would not be here. You fought against Gunners, against betrayal, against the dangers of the wasteland, not only looking after yourself, but a group of people on top of that. You made sure that settlements were defended-“

“You defended them, I just stayed beh-“

“Without you, I wouldn’t know that they needed help, they called for the Minutemen and we answered. You and I.” Heinz smiled, leaning forward as he pressed a soft kiss to a beaded tear on Preston’s chin.

You wouldn’t know by looking at him that he felt shame. His smile dripped with pride.

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

A small embrace was Preston’s undoing. The tall male felt his face hot with tears, his body racked as silent sobs beared the threat of voicing distraught. Heinz pulled Preston closer, his hands going to rub the back of Preston’s neck as he attempted to calm him down.

“You’re so strong, Preston. I’m so proud of you, god, I wish you could see how people look at you. I’ve never seen a room light up the way it does when you come in, people look up to you so much..” Heinz showered him in rightful praises, placing loving kisses to the side of his face and shoulder.

Preston needed to let it all out, to hear everything. To come to terms with it, whether he liked it or not.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Preston soon calmed down, his head burrowed in the crook of Heinz’s neck, too embarrassed to show his face.

“There.” Heinz breathed, testing the waters as he attempted to retrieve the face of the man he loved.

He was successful.

Heinz gazed upon Preston’s tear-stained face, smiling softly as he wiped some areas dry.

“I love you.” Heinz spoke softly as he stroked the others ear, eliciting a breathtaking smile from the glossy-eyed male.

“I love you too.” Replied Preston as he leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to Heinz’s before pulling away. “Now as much as I would love to stand here and hold you, we have a castle full of hungry soldiers.”

There he was, Preston ForgetMeButNotTheOthers Garvey.

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

The two chopped vegetables and cut meat, working alongside each other as they cooked a meal big enough for the Castle. Preston insisted on being the “Head Chef” tonight and there was no complaint from Heinz, not because he couldn’t cook, he just wasn’t adjusted to wasteland food yet and was still learning, however, Preston could make a mean Radstag stew.

Preston was busy stirring the simmering concoction, his lip pulled between his teeth as he worked to avoid burning anything.

Creeping up, Heinz snaked his arms around him, his head resting on the others shoulder as he watched from behind.

“Smells good.” He hummed, pressing his lips to Preston’s neck, keeping them there shortly before moving to place a chaste one on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” Preston smiled, his cheeks warming up from the affection given to him by his commanding officer— no, the love of his life.

Even if the only thing Preston would take credit for was his cooking skills, that was okay, that was a building block for the future.

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

Preston was the face of the Minutemen, the poster boy, the man everyone came to when something was troubling them, not the General, not Lieutenant Shaw, Colonel Garvey. Garvey was a people person, he was the social aspect of the Minutemen that brought life back to the Castle. People saw Garvey piece the faction back by himself, saw hope.

There was a face, there was a name.

He was the reassuring sun on a determined summer’s day.

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

Majority of people spoke high about the Minutemen, glad that someone was fighting for a change for everyone, not just something beneficial to themselves.

In time, Heinz knows the Minutemen will be strong again, he just needs to be patient.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long as man is threatened, so long as justice is yearned for the Minutemen will be there.

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

And as long as life is threatened, justice yearned, and Minutemen active, determined for a change, Preston is there, living through selflessness, living through the Castle, the memory of life breathed back into the Commonwealth.

As long as the summer days with unruly heat were brought by the determined sun, the reassurance of a new day was brought by Preston, and would still be after he was gone.

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I could have made it super angsty but Preston deserves some mf fluff.

Also I plan on posting about Heinz cause im mf luv him and I wanna write something with Heinz and Danse

Yeeyee

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fo4 #fo4 companions #preston garvey #male sole survivor #the castle #ronnie shaw #minutemen #fluff

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