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lunatic-pudge · 6 months

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Scout, Pyro, Demo, Medic, Sniper, and Spy Relationship Headcanons

Can you tell which ones are my absolute favorite:')

Scout

• Unsurprisingly, it takes him a long time to get over his infatuation of Ms. Pauling (I'm 110% convinced she's a lesbian), so you must be basically a deity to be catching his attention (though he'd the type to flirt with EVERYONE)

• Golden retriever energy, also youngest child energy. Constantly wants to do everything for you but also needs constant attention. He's also used to be getting picked on by the other mercs and his older brothers so he'll be going to you for validation. But he also doesn't want to appear weak so it'll take some time to break through his (fragile) shell.

• Love language: physical touch and acts of services. Will be constantly trying to act like a macho man for you but will also beg to hold your hand. Cuddles are constant. He may not be good at being a handyman, but my gods he's gonna try his darndest. Plz tell him that he did a good job, he's trying his best.

• He's the best person to go to if you wanna go on randon and unexpected adventures. One minute you're both in Teufort, the next your across country at the beach up east coast. Poor thing gets yelled at a lot for just uping and leaving without notice.

• Local snack dealer. Ma is always making sure that he's got sweets on hand. His room has care packages from her with some of the most wholesome letters from her and the box if FILLED to the brim with sweets, treats, and soda

Pyro

• My little baby boo, a wholesome partner who would kill for you. Can get jealous very easily so you might have to hold them back from committing manslaughter.

• Love language: quality time and gift giving. Time with Pyro is time well spent. Constantly just wants to be in the same room with you. They don't do well when you're not around. Also loves to give gifts. Most of their gifts consit of stuffed animals and handmade drawings. Your room will be filled with gifts from this goofball.

• In my opinion, they're a lot more there than people realize. Some days are better than others though. They were literally CEO of an engeneering company! And I believe they made all their weapons to but I could be wrong on that. Homie is definitely reliable when they're having a good day, but on the bad days, just sit and spend time with them. You don't gotta say anything, just knowing your right there beside them is enough conformation to know you'll always be there no matter what.

• You two are little troublemakers. You'll constantly be up to no good with them. It seems like harmless fun, but you've both almost burnt down the base five times just this month!

Demoman

• Probably one of the best lovers you could have out of all the mercs (aside from Engie, they're competing for the number one spot). I'm deducting points cause of the nonstop alcohol consumpution. :(

• But he is a happy goofy dunk so thank gods for that. Always happy to be here. Very attentive, caring, cuddly, overall a good person to date or even just be friends with.

• Cause the constant alcohol ruined a good portion of his memory (and Medic as well), he writes down every little detail of you that he can in a little journal he secretly keeps on his person. Important dates, likes, dislikes, ect. The man has it on file in case of emergencies.

• Love language: gift giving and act of services. He works three jobs and makes over 5 mil a year, he's LOADED. He's gonna buy you the world if you ask. Definitely good at money managing so he never worried at how much gifts cost. He's also gonna try his darndest to help you out with any problems, though it can be a bit hard when you're constantly drunk. Hims trying his best, okay?

• Wants his mom to approve of you but knows how critical she is of him. Poor baby has some self-esteem issuses cause of her so please give him lots of love and support. It's hard when your mom never has anything nice to say about you and compares you to everyone else. It's a neverending struggle. :(

Medic

• You're definitley into weird and questionable people if you like this man, and that means we're best friends now. :D

• He will ask you to help him out with surgeries and organizing his lab. You're hims little nurse. He'd probably (absolutley) be getting you a nurse outfit with his symbol on it.

• He's very much the possessive type. What's his is HIS, no if, ands, buts, or questions about it. Would put a tracker in you so he knows where you are at all times, but someone would have to talk him out of doing it... for now...

• Constantly talks about you to his birds, if any on them ever have babies, he's naming one after you. Would get you a stuffed dove plushie to cuddle with at night when he can't be there with you

• Love language: physical touch and quality time, you're ALWAYS welcomed in his lab, in fact, he expects you to be there with him. Is the type to ask you to grab something and will graze his hands against yours when grabbing it from you. (then give a shit eating smirk afterwards) He'd also be the type to stand VERY close to you, and stand behind you in an intimidating way to keep others from talking to you.

Sniper

• This man is my all time baby boy so I have LOTS to say about him and how much I love him :')

• Is someone who takes a while to get close to, especially in a romantic way. He's just a shy little boy who's used to being alone. But isn't introverted, just has introverted tendencies (you literally see him hanging out with some of the other mercs in Expiration Date)

• Love language: words of affirmations and physical touch, he sucks at verbally saying how he feels about you but will leave cute little love notes around for you to find. He's also VERY touched-starved so he will just flat out lay on top of you if you let him. Loves hearing you say how much you love him, plz just hold his hands and say how much he means to you, he might just cry from it.

• Is also someone who goes on random adventures, but they're usually just out and away from everyone. But I could see him taking you to a zoo or aquarium to look at the animals. But you're not allowed to go to a Humane Society cause you'll be walking out with all the animals they have and raising them like they're your babies,

Spy

• Another gremlin who takes a long time to warm up to you. He's a grumpy old man who's never really been with someone in such a serious light (aside from Scout's Ma)

• Love language: gift giving and words of affirmation, another merc who would buy you the world if you asked. Will only buy you the best of the best and will throw hands with someone if it's not up to his standards. He could go on about his love for you. His words sound like poetry. You'd wake up with a bouquet of roses and one of the most beautiful love letters anyone has ever read.

• Is 50/50 on PDA, he'll wrap an arm around your waist, call you beautiful, and give you a peck on the cheek in front of others but that's about it. Any extreme PDA is to be in private or you're getting a scolding.

• Would definitely help you learn French. He's way more patient with you than anyone else. You've seen him yell and insult every merc a couple times (Scout getting the brunt of it), but he refuses to ever say anything negative about you

• Definitely the bragging type. He'll put you on a pedestal and go on about how gorgeous you are. How you were crafted by gods, and so on. He thinks he's better than everyone else so if you're with him, than you're right up there with him.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 pyro #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 demoman #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 spy #tf2 spy x reader

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joseline-woodhouse · 6 months

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Okay I have to say it.

Will, Ada and Montresor did something way worse than Annabel Lee.

Why? Because motive matters. Now don't get me wrong, a good motive cannot justify an inherently evil action, it however matters more and more when going deeper into more morally grey areas.

Annabel has made it very clear she understands these people, including Duke to be damned regardless of her actions and basically sees herself confronted with a trolley problem that goes: "You, your wife and like X other people are bound to rails. A trolly will run over all but one of you. However if you pull just the right levers, both you end your wife will survive. The first lever you must pull is on Duke." While this doesn't make her actions noble, it gives them a noble cause and one could argue in several ways that she's acting within a moral grey area if we take the situation to be as unshakable as it seems. To make to examples, one could argue in an utalitarian way (this saves more lives than the other option) or in a very human way (this saves a loved one at the cost of a soon to be dead man, who could blame her?). There are also concepts of morality that would condemn her, like for example the categoric imperative or Jewish or Christian (and I think Muslim) religion, in which it is inherently bad to kill a single person even to safe thousands of others.

Annabel considers killing Duke a necessary evil.

Montresor however is acting out of pure sadism and spite and he puts on quite a show to make this clear. He had done so even if he believed everyone would get a happy end and he is having the time of his life killing Duke. That is picture book chaotic evil behaviour right there and by no means redeemable.

Will and Ada? Arguably worse than Montresor, at least not a bit better. This is the kind of stuff that makes large scale modern genocides possible. Hannah Ahrendt (great woman, you should look her up) argues in her book "Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil" that evil at its worst is not some kind of demonic evil like it has been preached in medieval times, but lays within the sheer banality of an office worker casually doing the phone calls and paper work necessary to send thousands to their certain death, while the office worker goes back home, eats dinner with his family and thinks "I'm just doing my job. It's my supervisors moral responsibility, not mine."

Ada and Will tried to kill for no other reason than because they have been told to do so and the lack of willingness to accept responsibility really shows in their actions afterwards. So I am a bit confused when I see people arguing how terrible Annabel Lee is while defending the "poor boy Will".

So, controversial opinion: in this very specific case, even though Annabel Lee either started this or at the very least didn't stop it when she clearly could have, she hasn't committed anything as immoral as her henchmen committed, who did not even need a motive to kill.

Also I would every day prefer an Annabel Lee willing to kill Duke to safe her wife in the long run over an Annabel Lee that prefers to not be a controversial female character. Let's not forget these people don't actually exist.

#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee whitlock #montresor nevermore #will nevermore #ada nevermore #annabel lee #annabel lee nevermore #annabel nevermore #nevermore

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saintrvckwell · 1 year

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Till the end (ellie williams x reader)

ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: in the midst of brutal madness, ellie finds a moment to confess what she fears the most.

warnings: fluff, swearing, slight angst, soft moments of ellie and the reader

words count: 3.3k

a/n: oh yeah. i’m still alive. and finally wrote something that does not have ten thousands words wow? owed you something nice, tried my best to achieve that. it's short, but (i hope) comforting, at least. seattle ellie deserves the whole world.

"For all that it's worth, I would have loved you till the end."

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Ellie never wanted you to become a part of this. Her complicated, unresolved issues with Joel, her own inner fight with the guilt of not dying for something she considered to be the purpose of her life and repayment for those she had lost along the way. Nor be part of the inevitable outcome that Joel’s actions had caused.

Ellie never wanted to scar the only pure, untouched safety net she had in her life.

But when she stood upon Nora’s body she had previously beaten to death, sourcing the information she came for to Seattle in the first place, she could no longer escape. To the person she was becoming, to Joel whose eyes were slowly fading away from her memory. From the look, you gave her when she came back to the theatre and Jesse let her in.

With the bloodstains on her clothes, and bruises on her arms, she handed Dina the map and you couldn’t help but notice how fragile her whole body has suddenly become.

You didn’t say much, knowing there wasn’t anything that could fix the way Ellie felt, that could find the parts of herself she already lost while avenging someone whom she couldn’t even face after the heinous act she just committed.

Joel never wanted her to lose the remaining bits of innocence she had within her. He never wanted her to taste the ugliness of the world the way he did. Yet here she was. Convinced she had to finish this, no matter what was it going to take. How much was it going to cost.

Jesse and Dina stood aside with a bloodstained map, marking Abby’s supposed location while you carefully grabbed Ellie’s wrist, wishing to take her to the back and clean her wounds. She couldn’t even look into your eyes, avoiding it the whole time you walked through the seats, all the way backstage.

You sat her down on the couch, letting her take the clothes off while you went to search for some useful supplies. Back there, Dina and Jesse were upstairs, sitting by the radio, contemplating a good way of finding Tommy and the easiest route to hunt down Abby and be done with this whole thing.

The minute you walked in, Jesse couldn’t help himself. “That was definitely not her blood.”

Two days in and you already noticed how much this had cost her already.

You didn’t comment, still searching through the cabinets.

“Maybe we should just pack it up and leave,” Jesse whispered. “Right in the morning. We were in deep shit yesterday already. After this, they must be patrolling for us. We should just find Tommy and get the fuck out of here.”

“And go where?” you dared to ask, shifting your attention to him.

“Back home?” Dina shrugged his shoulders, joining the conversation.

“See,” you closed the cabinets and stood up, finally paying both of them your full attention. “She doesn’t have that anymore.”

None of them would dare to argue about that.

Jesse meant well, you were well aware of that. After all, Ellie was the reason he came to Seattle in the first place. But even though he was determined to help his friend, Jesse would never understand the full reason and justification of the way Ellie felt—why she was doing all of that.

You couldn’t help but sigh. “Ellie can’t see the sense of right and wrong right now. And the more you tell her how stupid and dangerous this is, the less she will listen to you..”

“So you’re supporting this?” he wondered, disgruntled.

“No,” you replied. “But I know that I can either give her shit and go home or stay and make sure she’s not going to lose the only parts of herself she has left.”

You found what you were looking for, parts of that. Combined with what you packed before you left Jackson, you had nearly enough to fix all of Ellie’s injuries. Without uttering another word, you left Dina and Jesse to their own thoughts, not feeling the need to add anything else. As much as you understood their need to go back before things get significantly worse, you knew she would not go.

And you would never forgive yourself if you just left her here, all alone.

Especially after what happened a few minutes later.

She was sitting on the old sofa by the time you got back to her, facing you backward. Before you even tried to whisper her name, you were stopped by a sight that immediately caught your attention. Most of her clothes were lying on the floor, soaked in blood and dirt. She sat there, half-naked, with her back displaying endless bruises, cuts and wounds. You couldn’t count all of them even if you tried.

Ellie knew you were already there, but didn’t dare to look at you—not after you saw that. She was too weak to face you. Not because she was afraid of seeing the sadness and worry in your eyes; she had already gotten used to seeing that in the last two days.

More than that, Ellie would never be able to face a disappointment, not from you. Not from someone who was there for her. Who never asked why she stopped talking to Joel, why she begged you to switch patrols so she could avoid him.

You were the last person who could see the good parts, despite digging through blood and tears to find them. And after Joel, she couldn’t afford to lose that.

“Ellie?” you whispered, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She wiped her tears away and nodded, giving you space to continue.

“Is it alright if I clean your wounds?”

You felt the need to get her approval.

Doing her absolute best to stop those sobs from escaping her trembling lips, she covered her mouth and nodded again, giving you what you had asked for.

You sat down quietly, right behind her, with your bucket, cloth, and nearly empty first aid kit you brought from Jackson. First, you cleaned the rest of the dry blood on her shoulders and lower back while she sat still. She let you help her, repeatedly wiping away the tears that were now heavily streaming down her bruised cheeks.

Most of her wounds needed just some cleaning to prevent any further infection. You took your time with each one of them, making sure you were not hurting her anymore. She felt how delicate you were with your touch, how carefully you were trying to help her ease the pain.

The softness and care you had allowed her to forget about what she did out there for a second and enjoy the comfort you provided.

A long exhale left her rosy lips. She found her mind drifting towards that the day; and the events that inevitably followed. She set her mind on leaving for Seattle the minute she left that place, despite Tommy’s desperate attempts to talk her out of it. Even when he decided to head out there first in order to protect her, she couldn’t appreciate the good thought. The pain clouded her judgment.

That day, when Tommy left, she fought with you for hours. It was the first time you saw Ellie since the horrific incident at the lodge. She was standing by your fireplace, announcing that she was leaving for Seattle and she was hoping (more like counting on the fact) that you were going to cover her ass while she quietly goes on her revenge quest.

And being the person you were and having the amount of love you had for her, of course, you would not let her go alone.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” she stopped the minute she heard that proposal. “This isn’t your fucking business. And I’m not making you a part of that.”

“I’m not asking for permission, Ellie,” you whispered, stepping closer to her. “I’m going with you, end of conversation.”

It went on for another twenty minutes when she was trying to talk out of you joining her. She was harsh, calling you a naive idiot more than once. But you knew that all those words, all this pain were coming from the same place of sadness she was trying to suppress. You would never hold any of this against her.

Eventually, as she understood, it didn’t matter how hard she tried, how harsh she might have been to you. You were determined to go and there was nothing Ellie could change about that.

Thinking about it now, weeks later, she felt guilty for the way she spoke to you. You were the last person who would deserve such treatment, given how faithfully you stood by her this whole time.

Throughout most of the days on the road, Ellie was withdrawn, immersed in her own thoughts. She wasn’t talkative but if she happened to say a word or two, she was taking out her own frustration on you.

After everything she said over the past couple of weeks, you had a full right to turn away at any point and head back home. But you didn't.

You always stayed, despite how unbearable it was at times. Ensuring her that you were not going to walk away, in Seattle or anywhere else.

And now, as you were sitting here, cleaning her blood-stained spots and washing away the shame and guilt she had been wearing around, Ellie knew how high the stakes were—how petrifying was the thought of losing you. Despite her numerous attempts to chase you away, despite the fact that you never really established where you stood when it came to the other, you meant a lot to her. More than she was willing to admit.

“Ellie, this one’s really deep. I’m gonna need to sew it,” you whispered, grabbing the needle and the thread, interrupting her thoughts.

She didn’t respond, just left you to do your thing and stayed immersed in her head.

“It’s probably gonna hurt a little,” you warned her before sticking the needle through the skin of her shoulder.

“It won’t. I don’t feel anything,” she mumbled; for the first time.

The response forced you to stop for a second and rethink what you have just heard. You didn’t know whether you should ask for more information. Instead, you finished your job and within a few minutes, the open wound was gone.

Ellie suddenly felt the coldness wrapping around her as soon as your hands left her body as you handed her a clean t-shirt from your backpack.

“You should get some rest,” you whispered, standing up and grabbing the bucket with blood-soaked clothes. “I still have your snacks in my backpack, in case you were hungry.”

There was no reaction from her. She put on the shit and stayed in the same spot, still not willing to face you.

Part of you wanted to rush over and comfort her. But knowing how withdrawn she was lately, you didn’t want to drive her away any further. So you stood there for a second, with a bucket in your hands, and watched her, wiping away the tears from her puffy, red cheeks.

“Please, don’t leave me.”

It was the moment you reached for the doorknob, halfway out of the room, when she suddenly uttered that pleading statement. The walls she had been so determined to build around her aching existence were slowly falling to the ground, leaving her on her own.

There was a thought in Ellie’s head. Thought that appeared when she was gripping the iron pole, beating the words out of her enemy’s weakened body. Nora was on the verge of her own strength, not having any more power to fight Ellie, so she gave her friend up.

She handed Ellie what she came for in the first place, leaving her space to strike for one last time—finishing what she started, ending Nora’s prolonged suffering.

And the moment she did that—hitting the one last punch, she saw you. She saw the thought of you in her mind and froze. She glanced down upon the lifeless body—but saw you. Saw you lying in your own blood, dying by her own hand. And for the first time, she feared the person she was becoming. Facing the outcome.

Making you collateral damage of her revenge quest was a risk of its own. But being capable of hurting you on her own what was she feared the most.

For a second, you had to process what you just heard. It wasn’t until the sobs that left her trembling mouth you felt the need to turn around and take a look at her.

She was now standing right in front of you, finally daring to face you.

Daring to face her what she feared the most.

“I’m scared.”

For weeks now, she was quietly suffering, mourning in her thoughts. Now the pain crawled on the surface and she could no longer avoid it. For the first time, she let you see all of that—see the desperation in her faded green eyes and realize how long she has been suppressing all of this inside.

“What are you scared of?” you whispered and took a step closer to her.

She took a deep breath, trying to get ahold of her sobs before she continued, still looking into your eyes: “Of what I did.”

You knew Ellie was not always as tough as she tried to portray herself. But seeing that right in front of you, seeing her falling down felt like a shot coming through your chest.

“What did you do, Ellie?”

There was a curiosity in your mind, followed by fear of what you might get.

“I made her talk.”

It was somehow enough. Enough to understand that the desperate need for a feeling of consolation was growing with each strike Ellie hit and with each toll it took on her.

“Ellie—“ you took a step closer, reaching for her but she swiftly pulled away, shaking her head.

“I’m scared,” she repeated, daring to look into your eyes. “What if I might—“

“No,” you stopped her without hesitation, knowing where this was headed. “You won’t.”

Brushing her tears away, she suddenly looked down. “You don’t know that. You don’t know what I’m capable of. I don’t even know what I’m capable of.”

There was a genuine worry in her voice, fear of her own self. But after all those years, after everything you’ve encountered together, you trusted her enough to confidently proclaim that she would never hurt you.

You trusted her. But she didn’t trust herself, that was the core issue.

Which you became aware of the second she bursted into tears.

Ellie was never quite an emotional person; she mostly tried to deal with everything on her own and as quietly as possible. Until now.

“I can’t lose you.”

And there it was.

The revelation between uncontrollable sobs made you come closer.

“But I’m afraid it’s gonna happen anyway and it terrifies me to death.”

She came to terms with the fact that you might never become hers, long before this. For all those years, Ellie yearned for you in silence, realizing she will accept any kind of role in your life, as long as she is part of it. Only now she was realising how dangerous this wish had become.

Because suddenly, there was a price.

She was never more honest in her life than right now, displaying all of her worries in front of you. Displaying how important you were for her. For a moment, you thought, if there, perhaps, was more to her words.

“You’re not gonna lose me, Ellie,” you whispered, slowly reaching for her hand, again. “That's just not gonna happen,” you intertwined your fingers with hers.

“You don’t know that,” she mumbled, trying to pull away her hand but you stopped her.

“I do. As long as I have a say in it,” you objected, stepping even closer. “No matter what you say, what you do. I’m not leaving. You can yell at me, for all I care—just like you did in my living room. But I told you then and I’m telling you now. I’m not leaving you, now or ever.”

At that moment, Ellie suddenly didn’t know which thing she feared more. Whether it was the idea of losing you by her own force or knowing that despite her capacity to hurt you, you were never going to walk away.

Ellie couldn’t pull you into her darkness—but at the same time, she couldn’t leave you. You were her home, her whole world. Or at least, what was left of it.

“Can you stay?” she pleaded, reaching for your other hand.

You nodded, letting a fleeting smile slip onto your lips as you pulled her closer, wrapping both of your hands around her neck. She was hesitant at first but the second her body crashed against yours, she gave in. There was a sigh of relief escaping from her lips as she buried her head into your shoulder; tightly gripping your waist.

Making you realize how starved she must have been for that hug.

You stayed together in that little dressing room, lying together in the dark with Ellie’s hand caressing your cheek. You promised yourself to stay up and alert to watch over her but found yourself falling asleep in her arms. Now she was lying in front of you, studying your appearance, her mind drifting away to different ends.

She wondered. About her. About you.

She wondered if things were different, if perhaps, there was any other ending for you—one less threatening. She wondered if she would, under different circumstances, find the courage to finally confess. She wondered if the two of you would have a shot at having a relatively normal life together, despite the world you were living in.

She wanted the best for you, and nothing less. She wanted to protect you. From the heinous world outside, and sometimes from herself as well. Looking at you, lying so peacefully next to her, she couldn’t help but think of Joel’s words.

Perhaps now more than ever, Ellie was facing her own moral battle. There was someone in her life, someone for whom she would quite frankly walk to the edge of the universe and back. Someone whose life was carrying more value than her own. Feasibly, now she had a chance to understand the nature of his actions.

When she had her own something to fight for.

“Are you okay?”

It was your voice that pulled Ellie out of her mind.

She snapped out of her thoughts and saw your eyes.

“Did I wake you?” she whispered, concern in her voice.

“No but you should’ve,” you chuckled. “I’m supposed to be making sure that you’re still breathing.”

Ellie couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve been doing that for the past couple of weeks. Now it’s my turn.”

You felt her hand, still resting on your cheek. There was a look in her eyes that you could not quite define. In the darkness surrounding you, the two of you were staring into each other’s eyes.

Before she filled the silence with her voice.

“Hey,” she mumbled, slowly drifting closer to you, her breath dancing on your lips.

“Hm?” you raised your eyebrows, curious.

“If things were different,” she whispered, guilt in her voice. “I would’ve given you a lot more than this.”

Most of the time, Ellie struggled with her words. But now, it was crystal clear. In her own way, she made sure you knew how important you were.

For her.

You leaned closer, grabbing Ellie’s hand and intertwining your fingers. Only then, you looked into her eyes again and smiled, reassuring.

Message received.

“This,” you squeezed her hand, “is enough for me.”

“So, you think you can love even the least I can offer?” she whispered.

There was a smile on your lips. Smile that eased Ellie’s worried mind once you moved closer. “Been doing that for quite some time, already.”

She wanted to give you the world, that and so much more. In Ellie's eyes, that was what you deserved. She wanted to make sure you were going to be happy, despite the circumstances life had both given you.

Both of you were hoping for something else, for so much more.

Yet, you would never walk away. No matter the conditions you were under, you had each other. And that was enough. Enough to stay. Enough to do more than that.

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itsclydebitches · 4 months

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It's weird to think Vol 10 of RWBY just straight up might never happen. much less further volumes. No matter how bad it got I would still have loved some form of ending but Barabas comments don't paint a hopeful picture. Alas fics of RWBY will go until the end of time.

It's very weird. Most shows I come across have either already concluded, or give their audience an estimate of when things will wrap up ('We're planning another two seasons and each takes us about two years to film, so...'). I have shows that unexpectedly get more content after providing an ambiguous, but still satisfying ending (Alice in Borderland), shows where each season is self-contained so it can end whenever without issue (Bake Off), shows that were cut short and had to scramble to wrap up (Sense8), and of course there are always shows that are straight up cancelled and can't do a thing to mitigate that... but RWBY feels almost, almost unique in this combination. It's a webseries rather than a traditional TV show. It's gone on for a decade with absolutely no indication of where it's heading. Each season feels threatened to the point where the fandom can no longer differentiate between a real cancellation concern and Internet exaggeration. The story has hit what's arguably its most important narrative peak - the team has traversed an alternate world, Ruby has "overcome" drinking the tea, Summer finally appears on screen - only for news of the story's future to remain frustratingly vague. Not only have we never had a sense of when RWBY's story will end, now we don't even have confirmation of whether it will end. That's such a frustrating way to approach storytelling given that your audience relies on some level of commitment to remain engaged.

I too want RWBY to finish up because I am not immune to the Sunk Cost Fallacy: I put this much time into the series and it needs to satisfy me with a conclusion, even if the conclusion itself will inevitably be unsatisfying. Outside of any normal disappointment with a story you love getting the ax, I generally don't mind embracing unfinished works. I read abandoned fics, watch cancelled shows, browse barely started comics, because getting a taste of the world is always worth it if it's compelling to me. I never regret meeting characters whose stories go untold because as a writer myself I can at least imagine that on my own terms. But RWBY? Losing it now would be a real kick in the teeth. I personally don't think the story is salvageable at this point, but at the very least fans deserve a conclusion: one that will likely please a lot of devoted viewers and allow critical fans to put a satisfying tick mark on the box in our heads labeled "RWBY."

Given its popularity I wouldn't be surprised if RWBY wound up cancelled and then concluded in a comics run, or a one-off movie. Beyond the fact that this would no doubt mess up the writing even more (now you have to iron out this mess of a plot on a time limit, in a new medium, with new authors!) it would, unfortunately, be kind of hilarious too:

[generic tour guide voice] "Hello. Welcome to RWBY. Our fandom is known for having copious side stories connected to the canon in confusing ways. Some are incidental to the main series. Some outright contradict it. Some are crucial to your understanding of the primary plot and must be engaged with in a timely manner. These texts range from comic runs to random bits of information in abandoned mobile games. Please note that this corpus did not grow naturally across decades of storytelling, as is the case with fandoms like Star Trek and Star Wars, but was rather cobbled together by RT in an attempt to 'fix' numerous, ongoing issues with the webseries. Our latest addition? The ending. Yes, if you would like to finish RWBY please refer to this index of sources that together provide a semi-cohesive conclusion to a ten year show. Now, on your left you'll see the ongoing brawl as fans attempt to determine whether this index is canonical or not. Please watch your step..."

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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doodle-pops · 6 months

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The Delicacy of a Dove

Eonwe x reader

Kinktober 2023: Corruption Kink

A/N: Not gonna lie, I struggled to stay on board with this kink. I just needed to perfect the dialogue in order to get the ball running.

Warnings: fem!reader, corruption kink, outdoor intimacy, fingering, making out, groping, a bit of Eӧnwё’s avian side appearing, innocent reader

Words: 3.1k

Synopsis: Tapped in a furry of desiring you the moment you became his devotee, Eönwë never lost sight of doing everything in his power to have you under his control, no matter the cost.

List of Requests

His two fingers lifted and beckoned you over to the stand at the edge of the pool where he sat, washing off after a vigorous tournament. Weariness sat in his eyes despite the darkened appearance it took the moment you walked through the glass doors after being summoned. Even his wings appeared wilder and frantic, frizzled and puffier than usual whenever he was committed to a match. You knew after the numerous occasions spent assisting him with washing his wings—the most delicate act and he chose you to aid. There wasn’t anything you took of the gestures besides him trusting your ability to ensure maximum care and affection to his most prized features.

Now you stood with your hands cupped before you, knees and feet touching together and an inch away from the edge of the pool. Your eyes were bright and cheery, eager to fulfil any of his requests with diligence and satisfaction. However, to Eӧnwё, those were not the first features he took in the moment you appeared before him; if it were not for the flustered appearance and the shift in your scent, he would have gone about his day like any ordinary person, but he wasn’t. Those were never the signs of an ordinary eager person willing to please their Lord; you were his exceptional devotee who did whatever it took to satisfy his needs. And he was sure you found the idea of being his servant thrilling just as he did, the only problem was the lack of visual gratitude.

“You called my Lord Eӧnwё,” you answered with readiness in your tone and slightly bouncing on the tip of your toes. He drank in the sight of everything you did, from the soft smile and eyes to the bouncing on your toes to the aroused state your body was left in. The roundness of your nipples was peeking through the thin material of your dress.

Satisfied with his observations, he rocked back against the wall and hitched his left foot upon the bench, his lower body still submerged beneath the water. His elbow rested upon his kneecap, allowing him to leisurely rest his head into the palm of his hand and gaze hungrily. He could feel his inner self snapping and chastising him for taking forever to make the move, though Eӧnwё was most reasonable and aware that coaxing was required to get you right where you should be for taking.

“I did, and I require something from you, little one,” he assured with the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “However, I am concerned this request may be too far–reaching for your lovely self to handle.”

“Too far–reaching, my Lord?” You were stunned at his assumption; never before has he ever doubted your capabilities. “Forgive me, but I find your statement a bit insulting given my dedication when it comes to ensuring satisfaction is achieved even if I must go to great lengths.”

The frown that formed was eye candy to Eӧnwё and only urged him to push you further. Arching his brow in contest to your frowning, his chin jutted outwards with the expectation of riling you further, and in gratification, he was successful. Following the frown, your eyes grew glossy with tears threatening to overflow as they were summoned rapidly. “Great length you say. Tell me,” he began, shifting his body so that he was now standing waist–deep in the shallow waters and giving you a view of his warrior’s appeal, “how far are you willing to go in order to prove your capabilities?”

His question once again stunned you. Your Lord had never been judgemental or sceptical of your devotedness, always a pleasing smile and warm ‘thank you’ being bequeathed. Had your most recent performance lacked passion and devotion? Perhaps this was his reason for summoning, a test of how far you were willing to prove your gratitude and appreciation.

“Permission to approach?” you requested and waited for his nod of approval before carefully shuffling over to the three threaders at the entrance to the pool. As your posture changed from hands before to attention, so did Eӧnwё. Facing you head–on, your eyes swiftly took in the droplets of water which clung to his skin like a fragrance, his semi–wet hair and gorgeously tanned body, though, it was the lack of the electrifying blue in his orbs that alerted you of his other avatar present. A message to be cautious with your response. “As your devoted follower My Lord, it pains me to learn of your disappointment towards my performance. It is my responsibility to ensure absolute happiness in my servitude. So, to answer your question—whatever I must do.”

You were smart to understand he was displeased, but not enough to be aware of his faux goading. You were dancing in the palm of his hands to his every word and tune.

Poking the tip of his tongue to kiss the corner of his mouth, he then ran it over his lips with his focus like a hawk on your expression. He was delighted such a casual interaction would ignite a wonderous outcome with the probabilities in his favour, and with the change in his disposition, his forefinger lifted to beckon you over.

“Come,” he commanded, voice laced with compulsion and honey and eyes full of seduction. They darkened further with a ring of gold and eyes becoming slits; features you had seen before and understood, yet the pronunciation of them in this predicament was strange. “Treat with me.”

Your body was compelled before your mind was able to react, foot in front of the other, you stepped down the threader until your feet were emersed in the water. The rest was easy as your dress became soaked the further you waded until you came to stand before your Lord, tall and magnificent as the dawn. His wings fluttered and flapped at your approach, more ruffled prior to the beginning of the night. There was the instinctive urge to reach out and brush your fingers across his plumage as you were normally granted, but your hands were tied, waiting patiently for his chain of command in order to prove your great lengths.

His right hand was the first to move between you both, sloshing through the water and collecting enough droplets to let them fall against your dress. The thinness of the material was no warrior to fight against the transparency the water provided to access your skin. More specifically, he doused the water over your bosom for a better view of your chest, ensuring that droplets fell directly onto your erected nipples. Listening to your astonished gasps and noticing the motions of your hands gripping the ends of your dress goaded him on.

His left hand soon joined him, however, instead of splashing more water, he gave a sudden tug to your body and pressed you against his chest. In an instant, both arms encircled your waist, followed by his wings cocooning you both. The proximity brought unhinged thoughts, being pressed against his bare body and feeling the outline of his manhood bumping against your thigh like another arm. Your indecorous thoughts were getting the better of you for you were unable to look him in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he mused before dipping his head into the crook of your neck and ghosting your skin with his lips. “You’re trembling like a frightened little dove.”

“I do not believe—ah!” you gasped as your words were cut–off by the suddenness of his teeth sinking into your flesh before his tongue swiped over the area to soothe the ache. “My Lord!”

“Hmm,” he mumbled, deaf to whatever you were about to say while his lips worked their way across your neck, tasting your skin and groaning at the fulfilment of how sweet you tasted after longingly fantasising. His arms instinctively tightened around your waist eliciting a sharp gasp from you, but also allowed him to be closer and feel your warmth and erratic heartbeat. His favourite sound in the world, and he knew it from the soft lub–dub sounds it echoed—a melody that enticed him easily.

Lost for words on your end, you didn’t know where to place your hands as he ravished your neck in a litter of kisses. Were you permission to touch him while he donned great magnitudes to pleasure? But it should be the other way around?

“M–My Lord,” you managed to stutter out, yet unable to gain his attention. It wasn’t until your hands found the confidence to lift and press against his chest with as much force to capture his attention, that he stopped. However, his silence was questioning as he stood menacingly, waiting for your speech. “Should it not be I, who should be condoning the pleasure given the declaration to prove my great lengths?”

Suddenly, he laughed. He laughed an amused laughter at your innocence. Even his wings shook at the adorableness of the proposed inquiry.

Unravelling his hands around your waist, you were abruptly spun around, encouraging your back to collide with his chest. Once again, you were ensnared by him, left with no choice but to allow your Lord to have his way and remain obedient. Unfortunately for you, when his lips returned to your neck, they parted to answer your question. “Your great lengths of devotion will be proven by allowing me to have my way,” he groaned.

Finding his hands, you gripped his wrists as they glided upwards and over your bosom to tug against the sleeves of your dress. “But firstly, these must come off before we truly indulge.”

His words of confirmation triggered your ability to willingly serve without complaint, knowing that your form of satisfaction with the pleasure he condoned was all that mattered. It was appalling that your Lord wished to achieve pleasure through you when so many other followers governed the grounds. Truly, you must have done something astronomical to obtain such commendation. All that was required was your devotion towards showing him how diligently he performed.

The desire to get the show on the road surpassed the wait for your verbal response as you reached for your own sleeves and pushed the material over your shoulder. Though Eӧnwё was impatient and had no desire for a seductive undressing, he ripped the now tattered material apart and left it to float in the pool. Unable to contain himself any longer with the spectacular view of your naked body, his eyes and hands roamed in coordination, unsure of where to focus on first.

“Long have I waited for this moment,” he announced, hands finally finding purchase on your breast, tugging and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Long have I desired to have you, little dove.”

From his point of view, your body moved too naturally against his own as he groped your breast and rubbed his erection against your butt. The slip and slide of your sweaty and wet skin, fumbling to stay together and in rhythm pursued in the privacy of his domain. He groped and squeezed your chest while his lips created fresh designs across your shoulder and neck. There was barely any ability to contain himself, wanting nothing more than to bend you over the edge and take you until you could bear no more. To no longer watch from the distance and imagine himself all over you but having you in his arms like this was peak imagination.

When he had grown tired of touching your breast, he dropped his left hand to the most sacred place of yours while the other travelled to cup your neck. Teeth grazing your earlobe and breathing fervidly, your high–pitched cries were better than his groans as he rubbed your clit. You were so damn sensitive and soaked with every swipe of his fingers through your fold. He should have claimed you from the start instead of building the anticipation.

Barking instructions for you to carry out, curious to see whether or not his calculations were correct. In the end, he was. There wasn’t the faintest idea on your end of the spectrum when it came to the understanding behind the reasons for his actions. He felt partially horrible for taking advantage of you, but your eagerness to prove your worth and those honeyed words from your lips every time you smiled. He would have ripped his own wings out due to frustration instead of touching himself off every night to your sweet smiles and softness.

Placing a tighter grip around your neck and squeezing the sides, he tilted your neck backwards to meet your shut eyes and parted lips. “You touch yourself, don’t you dove?” Your reply was a whimper before your hips began rocking against his fingers as they slid in and out. “Do you think of me when you cum?”

“M–My Lord!” you yelped as his fingers grazed the tip of your sweet spot.

Contented with the responses, he leaned in to kiss your cheeks and then looked up to continue observing your expressions. Priceless is what he would classify them; no other follower, whether they be as innocent as you could make him feel so devoted to willingly serving and gaining pleasure for his and their benefit. You broke him into wanting you, however, when he was through, tonight would surely not be your last.

So focused on your pleasure, loving the sensation of you gripping him and the warmth encompassing, he was overcome with the urge to be merciful and unmerciful at the same time. Push you to see how far you could take pleasure like a good devotee.

“I want you to remember the feeling of me fucking you whenever I’m not there. Feel my touches and unravel yourself as though I was. Always come back for more because you’re my good little follower,” he chanted, bewitching your body, mind and soul with every whisper and enunciation. “Can you do that for me?”

Fighting for your life, you found it impossible to believe a godly like him could destroy the very fabric of your mentality with his words, body and actions. It was damn near impossible to squeeze out ‘yes’ the way you wanted to. The grip around your throat wasn’t even the cause of it, simply his presence suffocating yours and alluring you like bees to honey. God, you wanted more than your body could handle—it didn’t matter if he ruined you. You were pleased to have at least served him properly one last time.

“Good girl,” he praised and pushed his fingers with more fervour against your sweet spot. “Going to give me your sweetness? Come on, you’re almost there.”

The sheer volume of inconsequential power you felt against him as he took control of your orgasm and showed you who was in charge, humbled your view on how far his power reigned. This was what it felt like to be in the favour of an ethereal being, not just being praised and offered gifts, but having them serve you to show gratitude. The thought of never giving yourself like a sacrificial orifice to a being used to be your number one motto…until you began serving the Herald of Lord Manwë. His duty and sacrifices were worthy more than fetching water and preparing a meal of food. You now understood it meant warming his bed at night and keeping his stamina efficient.

With the release of your neck, Eӧnwё allowed for the violent thrashing of your body against his as your orgasm took over and consumed you. The high–pitched squeals you sang with broken syllables of his name were euphoric. He’d kill to hear you cry out his name again. Holding you in place while you shivered uncontrollably in his arms, his hands resumed their roaming, mapping out all your bodily features to remember for lonely times. From your thighs to your hips to your stomach and back to your breasts, he groped every inch of you. Long gone in his mind was his prominent erection weeping against your ass, but the time was coming to place him out of his misery, and you were the solution.

Therefore, turning you in his embrace and avoiding your body collapsing, there was the fluid shuffle of him throwing your arms around his neck and his arms hooking under your thighs. You weren’t aware of his body contorting about the place while you still suffered the effects of your climax, but you became when you suddenly felt airborne. Wading through the water and ignoring the confused looks you threw, he returned to his bench with you now resting in his lap.

With the gain in a new form of comfort, allowing him to move not only himself but you, he retracted his forearms from under your thighs to immediately cup your face for a kiss. He didn’t understand why it wasn’t the first thing he hadn’t done from the very start. But with the opportunity presented, he wasted not a moment to pry your lips apart and slip his tongue inside for a heated kiss. Filled with his visceral nature, the aggression was skyrocketing and snatching away your ability to keep up. It was he who led the kiss, and dictated its pacing. The catering of your noses and teeth colliding was the least of his worries as he pried moans and mewls, and the gentle rocking of your body against his erection.

Lust was in the air the deeper you gravitated towards him, allowing your very fibre to be consumed. From cupping your neck, his hands slithered to your waist to aid in your gyrating. You almost thought with the occupation of kissing you, he would forget about focusing on praising and guiding you. “Take your time, dove. Move nice and slowly for me—just like that,” he hissed as he broke the kiss to look down to where your lower lips were running over his cock and dribbling it in your arousal. The sight ceased to restrain the feral urge to become unapologetic and take you with aggression. Growling, the deep reverberations caught you off guard.

“I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.” A warning was emitted once his hands ceased your grinding and one slipped in between to grip his member to run the tip through your folds. “I need you right now!”

Understanding the weight of his words and necessities, with an eager and obedient nod of your head, you gave him acceptance without hesitation. “Do as you please, My Lord, for my body belongs to you.”

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softlyapocalytpic · 9 months

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I feel like I remember a post going around a while ago about the inherent tragedy of Fallout 4 and the anti-climax that is Finding Shaun and- I just can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t.

(Going under a cut because this post got away from me LMAO)

It’s a tragedy. Your son is a cold horrific monster of a man who looks at people as experiments over being people. He’s egotistical to the point of thinking of himself as somehow larger than life- not quite godly, but something more adjacent to that- because of his control over life. *Because of how they groomed him to be. He was never allowed to be a “normal” kid. The Shaun we meet is doomed, hopeless, and it’s… heartbreaking. That’s your son and.

And he’s dead. He dies no matter what faction you choose. There’s no chance for true reconciliation.

(*There’s something to say about the parallels between Shaun and Maxson as characters that I’ve talked about to others in the past but still sticks with me. Not the post for it necessarily, but I wanted to mention it.)

For me personally, the ending of Fallout 4 wasn’t victorious, it was hollow. Now, part of that is definitely influenced by what I was going through at the time, but it has stuck with me how the only lights of hope I felt were… well it was Deacon. He made it less empty. Made it feel like it meant something good.

I didn’t like pushing the button though. I thought about all the shit that could’ve taken from Institute and used for the wasteland for something good. Thought about Shaun. Thought about how I couldn’t truly say goodbye to him. Felt like I was playing out the motions, and that fucking slideshow did nothing to help the hollowness.

It’s not victorious. But then we keep going anyway. There is still work to be done. And there’s companions to keep you company, to make the world a little brighter.

And Jesus Christ I love that fucking game. I love the sandbox and I love the way that when it hits? It fucking hits.

And guess what! Fallout 3? Fallout 76? Also fucking tragedies.

Sure, Broken Steel brings the LW back from the dead, but Lone died even if Lone isn’t “dead”. The slideshow still plays. You wake up and suddenly aren’t dead, but you should be. You should be. You, a nineteen year old kid were tasked with being a martyr. Sarah is pissed off when you ask her to do it. It should be you in the eyes of the narrative. You should be the one bearing the weight of martyrdom. Follow in your Father’s footsteps.

Fallout 76? I… your nuking the Appalachia repeatedly. Everything is gone by 2277. The bright future meant to rejuvenate the Wasteland ends up destroying it. Idfk what else there is to say on that front.

And these are just… the main Bethesda titles. 1, 2, and NV are arguably in the same boat but there’s a bit more in the sense that… well for those ones it’s much more about the “you’ve won, but at what cost?”. In the original Fallout, and let’s say you take the (I think more popular route) of talking to the Master rather than fighting him: you watch someone realize the weight of the atrocities they’ve committed, realize they had no purpose, and then kill himself and everyone there after you personally have gone through actually psychic hell to approach him. Then, you get kicked out of your only home you’ve ever known!

Fallout 2? You home is decimated, your people traumatized, and you must rebuild it from the ground up. You defeated the Enclave, but they took something from you that can’t be replaced or forgotten.

New Vegas… god there’s so much there and there’s another point I want to make to this post- make I can make it feed into this but- the Mojave gets ravaged by war. No matter who wins, atrocities will continue to have been done and to be committed. There’s deadly forces on the horizon who don’t give a SHIT about this petty war and the fucking dumb politics of these major powers. It will hit any faction hard and unmercifully. And there was still a war that consumed an entire land. So companion has a truly “happy” end. They’re all scarred and broken and have to make peace with the path they’ve chosen. People win, but they don’t win, y’know?

And I wish- as much as I love these tragedies- I wish there was more… hope. I wish that the world of Fallout allowed the brightness to shine through a little brighter. To allow the people who try to rebuild into something new to be more successful, to be allowed to take the narrative into their hands, bECAUSE HOLY FUCK DOES THIS DARK ASS WORLD HAVE SO MUCH MORE HOPE THEN ITS EVER GIVEN CREDIT FOR.

Begin Again is a rallying cry for me. The end of Lonesome Road, if you spare Ulysses, is a rebellion against the fucking cycle of violence and hatred. You want to BUILD something. Create rather than just regurgitate the old world into something more twisted than it’s corpse.

Surviving the purifier? Rebelling against the notion that you must die, that you must be a martyr, taking your life into your own hands? Watching a source of clean water be handed out for free and spread across the Wastes? Fucking! Breathing new life into Harold and so he breathes new life into the Earth?

Living even though you’ve lost all your family? Getting a new one in the people who follow you? Helping people rebuild the Commonwealth after it’s been terrorized and destroyed? Leaving this world stronger and safer then when you came into it?

Honestly- this post got away from me. @persephotea got me in my Fallout 4 thoughts (of which I have so many and they’re always trying to burst out of me) and I got to thinking about what I try to write about in my fics. Hope. Hope, hope, hope.

I choose a kinder Fallout world not because I’m trying to soften the edges, but because I want to believe that humanity has such an ability to be kind if it chooses to. That a world ravaged by destruction would CHOOSE kindness and growth. That despite all the darkness and selfishness, people would choose to Begin Again.

It’s all a fucking tragedy, but that’s only if the cycle continues. We can change it. We can end it. Just gotta choose to do it.

If you got this far, thank you for reading my tired thoughts and please please please share yours. I want to hear your thoughts so bad. Okay okay, I’ll post now.

#astra rambles #astra meta #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #It’s early morning and I need to go back to sleep #but these thoughts needed to be typed up #all these games have flaws BUT HOLY FUCK never ever think I hate any of them #there’s so much there #I feel so much about this world #it means so fuckinf much to me and I just #know that I love them #that I want to see something bloom from them

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hii do you have any more fake dating fics? ty!

merthur

The Proposition by fifty_fifty

Hit by another scandal and with the reputation of the monarchy hanging on by a thread, Prince Arthur finds himself in desperate need of an image rehabilitation.

When the press assumes his blossoming friendship with his maths tutor Merlin is more of a romance, his father proposes a proposition: ask Merlin to continue portraying a wholesome relationship for a few months to regain the prince’s reputation, and receive his university costs paid off in full in return.

With his image restored and a new beau lined up, Arthur is left with a difficult decision; bend to his fathers will, or defy him.

In the end, it’s not such a tough choice. Love always wins.

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the ending slaps

2. (it feels like we're just) too close by kirani (@merlinisnotover)

Merlin and Arthur are taken captive and assumed to be a soulmate pair. When Merlin realizes they don't know who Arthur is, he decides to play along. The truth of the matter is a bit more complicated.

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ack this is cute

3. Following the Custom by TyalanganD (@tyalangand)

"So, the magic is a bit like the land, yeah? A king vows to protect the land, and in the ancient tradition, it’s almost as if he gets married to it. The Sorcerer is an embodiment of the land. So, the druids expect…”

“…expect me to be married to you?”

“No, no!” Merlin’s ears are on fire now, which can only mean he looks like a startled stoat with two red flags. “They know that dynasties don’t work that way, they’re not stupid.”

“Glad to hear that. What do they require of me, then?”

“Well, to show me… affection. When we receive their delegation, they’ll be looking for signs that you truly accepted magic, my lord. If they see you behaving towards me as you do usually, they might take offence.”

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this is how the show should have went down!!!

00q

Call Me Darling, I Come Running by samanthahirr (@samanthahirr)

On a quiet night off in London, Bond receives a mysterious text to come to Q's aid. But just what kind of trouble is Q in? And why does he require Bond to pose as his boyfriend?

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a must read!!

2. Important Dates by AtoTheBean

After a brief attempt at retirement, James is back at MI6 and working hard to rebuild working relationships with his colleagues and friends. And he's making great strides.

Only Q continues to hold him at arm's length, maintaining a stubborn professionalism in their interactions that James remains unable to pierce.

But James doesn't want Q at arm's length, and so he takes a risk. But even a spy's instincts can run amok, and now James wonders just how long he'll be reaping what he's sown, and how many holidays it will take to win Q over.

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there's a chapter in here where they're undercover for a mission

3. Under The Covers by storm_of_sharp_things

007 Fest 2020

Fill 6 of 9 for collab prompt table Thanks to Celyan for the prompt: For mission related reasons, Q has to join Bond in the field (preferably for a longer mission) and he has to do it as Bond’s fake boyfriend, while simultaneously keeping it a secret from nosy friends and superiors alike that he and Bond are already in a very committed relationship.

James and Q settle into the LGBTQ+ community in Arosa, Switzerland, on an undercover mission to discover some important information from their target, who attends Gay Ski Week every year in January.

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not sure if you'd count this as fake dating, but i thought it was an fun premise so it's here

#merthur fic recs #00q #merthur fanfic #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur fic rec #merthur #00q fanfiction #00q fic recs #00q fic rec #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #merthur fanfiction #merthur fic #merthur kiss

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Gilmore Girls Guys - Gilmore Girls Preference

Title: Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with the Gilmore Girls Guys

Characters: Dean Forester, Jess Mariano, Logan Huntzberger

Word Count: 3,183 words

Warning(s): (Dean's) none, (Jess's) jealousy, mentions of abandonment, (Logan's) bit of arguing (playful, but still arguing)

Author's Note: I might write for more characters in the future, but this felt like a good starting place (especially because of how long things like this take me).

These aren't written in chronological order.

Fearless gives off the same vibe as Gilmore Girls and I will not be explaining any further.

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Dean Forester:

Today was a Fairytale

Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me Fell in love when I saw you standing there

To this day I don't know what gave me the confidence to say yes when Dean asked me out.

It was a nice date.

I just wish I hadn't been so nervous. Maybe I could've actually appreciated it.

It was small. We really just got ice cream and spent a while walking around. It didn't really matter though. The entire event was perfect to me... besides how stupid I had been acting the entire time.

I tried to play it cool.

But I tripped leaving my house, rambled for ten minutes, and almost ran into Dean and knock over his ice cream. But through all of those moments where I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, he would smile.

He would smile, grab my hand, and keep going like nothing had happened.

When he dropped me off, I expected a shell to crack. I expected some sign that this had all gone wrong.

But he walked me to my door.

It was then that I noticed how he was looking at me.

It was disappointment or shame. He was smiling at me with this look in his eyes that made me incredibly nervous.

"I had a great time," he said.

I just nodded, "Me too."

I looked down, wanting to avoid any other potential mistakes.

"(Y/n)," Dean spoke softly. I slowly looked back at him. "Can I kiss you?"

I blinked at him a few times before nodding quickly.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine gently. It only lasted a few seconds, but it still made my heart do front flips. He leaned back and his smile was even wider than before. It made me smile back.

It was magic.

Paper Rings

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

We both knew that we were moving faster than most couples our age. We had committed to each other fiercely. I wouldn't have traded this for the world.

It was the summer after we graduated that Dean decided he wanted to take a risk.

After making dinner for me at his house and having a lovely night together, we were sitting at the table with smiles resting on our faces.

"We should get married," he mumbled, almost in a daze.

"What," I asked. He nodded. "Are you being serious?"

"I know we're young," he explained. "I don't want to rush you into anything, but we've been together for years, we both love each other, and we're about to take a huge step in both of our lives."

I blinked at him, completely stunned.

"We... We can wait," he shook his head. "I... I don't even have a ring yet. I just... I'm ready to commit to you."

"Dean," I placed my free hand over our hands that were resting on the table. "I... I don't think I'm quite ready for a wedding because of college and the costs that come with that, but... I want to commit to you too. I'm ready to be with you... just not financially."

"Really?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I love you. Endlessly. As soon as we're both at the point where we can afford it without killing our savings, then I want to marry you, Dean."

He chuckled before leaning forward to kiss me. He pulled back abruptly.

"Hold on," he said, standing up quickly.

I watched him grab some twine and a pair of scissors.

"Give me your hand."

I held my hand out and watched him make a ring out of the twine. I smiled at the knot tied around the top of my finger.

"Just until I can get a proper ring."

"I love it," I nodded before kissing him again. "And I love you, Dean Forester."

"I love you too, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)... or Forester," he muttered.

It had a nice ring to it.

You Are In Love

'Cause you can hear it in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love

Our dates had become a normal pattern.

Dean and I had managed to find a pattern that suited both of us very well. It all just felt so natural with him. It was like this had been a part of my life forever.

I loved it.

I loved him.

Not that I had brought myself to actually say that to him.

Dean stopped in front of my house and I smiled at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"Yeah," he nodded.

I leaned over and pecked his lips.

There was a pause as I pulled away. We just looked at each other for a moment. There was so much in that moment that went unsaid. Silence truly spoke volumes.

I grinned again and got out of the car.

I was about halfway up the walkway to my front door when I heard a car door open and close. I assumed it was further down the road.

"(Y/n)!"

I turned around when Dean said my name.

"What is it-"

I froze up when Dean pulled me into another kiss. His hands held the sides of my face. I slowly kissed him back as my hands touched his sides. He pulled away slowly, only moving a few mere inches from my face.

"I... I love you," he said quietly, almost studying the look on my face.

I smiled at him, "Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling back. "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too," I replied.

I leaned in and pecked his cheek nervously before pulling back fully and heading to my door. I stopped with my hand on the doorknob.

"Bye," I waved awkwardly.

Dean waved back.

It was innocent and precious and perfect.

I wouldn't have traded that moment for the world.

Jess Mariano:

The Other Side of the Door

I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you To stand outside my window throwin' pebbles Screamin', "I'm in love with you" Wait there in the pourin' rain, comin' back for more

I jumped when something bounced off my window. I pulled open the curtains just as another pebble hit the window. I glared down at Jess, who was standing in my yard with that stupid ass smirk.

I opened the window, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Don't be like that," he groaned. "Come on. We need to talk."

"I told you what I wanted."

Commitment.

That's what I wanted.

I was tired of Rory Gilmore feeling like a potential third player in our relationship. I could only blame her so much when she wasn't making any moves. But I was tired of Jess's behavior suddenly changing whenever she showed up.

"I know, I know, that's why we need to talk," he said. "Come on. Let me in. Please."

I crossed my arms and shook my head.

"Fine," Jess replied. "You want commitment, right? You want to know that you're the only one that I want?"

I nodded.

He smirked, "Then, watch closely."

He took a few steps away from my window and looked out at the street. He placed his hands around his mouth as a makeshift megaphone.

"I am absolutely in love with the person up in that window," he shouted into a pretty busy part of town. "I am in love with (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and I will continue yelling it until I know that (Y/n) believes me!"

"Holy crap," I mumbled.

This boy was so lucky my dad worked night shift.

"What the hell is going on," my mom asked as I pulled on my shoes and started running outside.

"I'm sorry," I yelled over my shoulder. "I'll take care of it!"

I ran into the yard and grabbed Jess's arm, pulling on it so he would turn and face me.

I quickly kissed him before he could speak. His hands touched my sides, pulling me closer to him.

"I love you," he repeated quietly once I pulled away. "I'm sorry that I didn't show it the way I should've."

"I love you too," I replied.

He smiled before leaning in to kiss me again. My arm wrapped around his neck. How perfect could this have been?

Run

Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go like they're trying to chase us Go where no one else is

Soft moments with Jess weren't super common.

They were mostly saved for times when we were alone, usually late at night or early in the morning. Those seemed to be the only time that Jess's sarcasm switched off for the most part.

"We should go on a road trip," he suggested one night, running his finger up and down my spine. "Just... go."

"What," I asked. "It's the middle of the school year."

"And?"

"We can't take off on a road trip right now," I chuckled.

"Why not?"

"Do you want a serious answer to that?"

He rolled his eyes.

He suggested things like that a lot. I had to be his voice of reason. I would love to do something like that. Just the two of us without anything else affecting us. It was a sweet idea. Just not realistic.

"We can plan for a trip over the summer," I offered. "You know I hate missing school like that."

"And there's nothing I could do to convince you?"

"No," I chuckled. "Plan a summer trip for us and we'll see what happens."

"'We'll see what happens,'" he mocked me before leaning over to kiss me.

I grinned against his lips. I started planning our trip in my head. I could only dream of how great it was going to be.

This Love

When you're young, you just run But you come back to what you need

Jess was impulsive.

That was truly the best word for it.

I never saw it as a particularly bad thing. It was just a part of him that I had long since accepted. Like every part of him.

I just never thought that would culminate in him leaving me behind.

I went to the diner to see him only to be told by Luke that Jess had left town. I asked where he had gone. Luke didn't know, but he was trying to figure it out. I asked if he had mentioned me at all before he left. A note, a passing comment, anything to make it seem like he had me in his thoughts at all.

Nothing.

I spent that night in bed. I cried until the exhaustion had finally forced me to fall asleep.

I had to eventually give up on trying to track him down. He clearly didn't want me to know where he was. I stopped trying.

I thought I was doing a good job moving on.

And then Jess showed up at my door.

I let out a huff and immediately went to close the door.

"Hey," he said, stopping the door with his foot. "Please. Talk to me."

"Like you talked to me," I snapped.

"I-"

"No," I shook my head. "You left me, Jess. You don't get to waltz back in. No. No."

I tried to push his foot out of the door with mine. He didn't budge.

"Do you think I wanted to come back here," Jess asked. "I came back for you-"

"Then you could've called," I said. I wanted the tears in my eyes to go away. I didn't want to show him any emotion.

"I know," he leaned on the doorframe. "And I'm sorry. I will do anything, and I mean anything, to get you to forgive me."

I looked away from him. I felt like I had wasted so much time waiting on him. I did everything in my power to fight off the sob that wanted to come out.

"(Y/n)," Jess softly pushed the door open.

When I didn't stop him, he stepped inside and pulled me into his arms. His hand cupped the back of my head to guide my face into the crook of his neck. My arms wrapped around him, and I finally started crying.

"You left me," I said through my crying.

"I know, I know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

I felt him press a kiss to the side of my head.

"I'm going to fix this," he promised. "No matter what it takes. I promise."

I just moved closer to him. I had missed him so much. As much as he hurt me, I didn't want to send him away. He was all I wanted.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

It was the first time I hadn't said it back. He didn't expect me to. Not yet, anyway.

Logan Huntzberger:

Ours

Don't you worry your pretty little mind People throw rocks at things that shine But they can't take what's ours

It was the first night I had stayed the night with Logan.

It had been calm and relaxed. It was perfect to me. I don't think I had anyone ever make me feel so completely comfortable. I loved every moment.

There was only one moment of pause.

I woke up around two in the morning to find the other side of the bed empty. I frowned and looked around the room. I spotted Logan pacing the room.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he muttered.

"That's not what I asked," I pulled myself into a sitting position. "What's going on?"

"I just... I got stuck in my head a bit," he shook his head, trying to wave the question off.

"Any reason why," I stood up and walked over to him.

"My dad... I called him today... he... wasn't very nice about us."

"Oh," I mumbled. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't want you to have to deal with this," he cut me off. "You don't deserve to be judged. You deserve to be able to be happy without getting crap from people. You deserve better."

"Logan-"

"I dragged you into this."

"Please stop," I grabbed his hands. "I chose this. I chose to be in a relationship with you. And as long as it doesn't change how you feel about me, I don't really care what your parents think of me."

He looked down.

"Logan," I stepped forward. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes," he replied. "Of course, I do."

"Then that's all that matters," I continued. "Anyone else can fuck off. Your happiness should come first. As long as you aren't hurting anyone, your happiness should be the first priority-"

Logan leaned forward to kiss me, cutting off my little speech. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned into the kiss as he pulled me closer.

"I love you," he blurted as soon as he pulled back. "God, I love you."

I smiled even wider, "I love you too."

He kissed me again. I pulled away a moment later.

"Let's go back to bed," I said. "Please. It's two in the morning."

He chuckled and nodded.

After that, the night was perfect.

Besides my issues falling back asleep after being woken up, but that wasn't important at the time.

Enchanted

This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name Until I see you again

Meeting Logan was a complete accident.

I was just at work when he walked in.

At first, I didn't take much note of him. Just a handsome, rich kid that waltzed in. It wasn't the most uncommon thing for me to see on a day-to-day basis.

However, when he leaned on the host's stand and smiled at me, it definitely got my attention.

"Hi," I said, a bit awkwardly. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Well, a phone number would be nice," he replied.

I had to bite back a scoff. He was confident at best, arrogant at worst.

"I'm afraid that's not very appropriate, I'm sorry," I explained. "Thank you for the compliment. Your table will be ready in a few minutes."

"Is there any way I could convince you-"

"Hello, how can I help you," I asked the person behind him.

He chuckled, watching my interaction.

When I finished with that customer, I turned back to Logan. He still seemed a little shocked that I had completely ignored him.

I gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, "Can I help you?"

He smirked and shook his head before stepping away.

"We'll call you when your table is ready," I called as he walked away.

I couldn't help but hope just a little bit that he would come back to bug me later.

I Think He Knows

He got my heartbeat Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh, I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude like

I was just trying to get through my workday when I heard the door open.

"Hi, welcome," I said as turned around. It was Logan. "Welcome back."

"Hey, there's my favorite host," he greeted. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"I was visiting my parents," I explained. "Have you been stopping by every day?"

"It's my favorite place to eat," he shrugged. "And you're always a pleasant surprise."

"That's not weird," I muttered.

"Ah, yes, the sarcasm and attitude I get in response every time I see you," he said.

"I don't give you attitude," I replied.

"Oh, yeah, none at all," he mocked sarcastically.

He had a point.

After meeting him the first time, the two of us had ended up in a bit of a competition of who could sass the other person more. I was winning, by the way.

"So... I have an offer," Logan said when I had a moment to pause.

"Oh, I am so intrigued about what this is gonna be," I smirked as I leaned on the stand.

"Let me take you out to dinner," he offered.

"What," I asked, stunned.

He hadn't actually asked me out before. It was playful flirting. That's all it seemed like. I didn't mind it because he didn't seem like a threat at all. I also didn't think that he was genuinely interested. I thought I was just fun for him to mess with... hence the attitude.

"I want to take you out on a date," he continued. "Dinner, specifically."

"Are you being serious?"

"Completely," he nodded.

I stammered for a moment, every potential sarcastic comment falling apart.

"So...?"

He knew. He probably had known from the first we met that I liked him. That little bitch.

"Uh, yeah, okay, sure," I nodded awkwardly.

Logan grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it before letting go and going to leave the restaurant.

"See you later!"

I sat there in shock for a moment. That smug little asshole.

He better make this worth it.

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Canon and Headcanon | Who is the best and worst boyfriend in Tenjiku |

^^ ( with bonus of the Tenjiku member that not in the best or worst listed )

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The best :

Kakucho

Wakui said he is the most member that will stay longer in relationship.

I would says the same too. He will become the most softest person when he with his partner.

He will provided everything what you need and listed out everything you likes and dislikes.

Being overthinking about his appearance, would make him afraid of serious commitment BUT he doesnt care about it when you loves him the way he is, because having you is enough for him, caressing his cars and kiss it before go to sleep.

Buy a gift for you. When your birthday around the corner, he will make sure that he will threw a big birthday party, just only for you two. What more suprising are, all the meals were prepared all by himself, no helped from anyone.

He will kiss you when you sad or before going too sleep. That's a must thing for him to show his love only for you.

When you both do a facetime or calling, he would be the most whiny person, because je wanted to see you and touch you face.

Yes, he is definitly a physical touch person. He will always holding your hand no matter where you both go. ( refused to let your hand go)

He doesnt like make you being overthinking of what he's doing or wherenever he go, he will texting you or asking a permission from you first, " you are my first priority".

The back hug is for him. He just like the warmth of your body. He never felt any warmth from anyone since the last tragic accident that involved his late parents. That's why he shows all his love and appreciation to the one he loved.

He sure being a servant to Izana. But once, Izana order was opposite to what you like, he sure discuss with Izana, if Izana refused to listen, he will late Izana beat him up. As ling as you are ok, that would be enough.

As you both got into relationship, he is aware of you accept him as a boyfriend, what if you will leave him one day, because of all these ? Once you are asure of him that, you love him because he is strong and can fight for you, he sit straight with proud expression.

In that moment, he swore, he will protecting you at any cost, that's when he start working out more harder than usual. He fought aome deliquents to remind them that he is strong, and should be aware to not messing up with you.

Jealousy? YESSSS. He is easily getting jealous. Did the man will admit that he being jealous ? TOTALLY. He doesnt want to sufder long enough wjth this feeling

How he overcome his jealousy? Once you both arrived at shared home, he will make you take a sit first, while he make some tea, he will playing your favourit movie, wait for the right time, and that's when he ease everything, calmly. He doesnt like argue with you, he always prevented that thing happened, " honey, i saw how that guy talking to you, he's flirting and not talking. Yes, im superrrrr jealous of it. Im afraind if one day you leave me"

Then you laughed. You pinched his both cheek, and says how cute he is right now. That's the reason why you falling deeper to Kakucho, he is the sweetest person. You like how he not being a blind jealousy or make a stupid decision being cold towards you all if sudden. He always voice out every thing that disturbing his mind.

You. You are the one in role to show him that he is worth mean a world towards you.

You learned a lot of thing from him. He taught you how to fight, ride the bike, and how to control you emotions when you felt distressed.

He love children. You are a bit suprised when you both have nothing to do, he will dragging your ass and do some volunteer with him at nursing home.

Well, if any case, you dint have to be worry about him, he really good at taking care of himself but he said, he always needed you to being good at taking care himself.

Bad day always hapompened to anyone. Kakucho really good at controlling his emotions, he never lashed out at you or anyone. He would simply asked you for a hugged and being in silence for a while.

" You are the last thing i wanted to lost, if can, please, never be disappear from me ".

Rindou Haitani ( kinda a bit suprise of him being in 2nd Top)

The clingest type. He didnt show it but definitly everyone can sense it.

He likes to drink and partying, but i think he like someone that totally opposite from him.

Probably meet you at the saloon. You both sat beside each other then, you were interffered in the conversation he between his brother, " you should have to listen to him, he have a good hair, he must did the best hair care routine", Ran smile and thanks with his proud face towards Rindou.

That's when Rindou hold a grudge towards you. He doesnt like when someone have an opinion of him other than his brother, that could be one of a possiblity of why he dislike his brother.

After finished his hair, which coincidently you finished yours too, he will catch up to you, " who do you think you are ? My hair, my choice ", but what makes him kore triggered, you just responded, " yikes".

And thing weirldy often happened between you two, when you both got to the same saloon every weekend.

From time to time, he admits that he like how you styling your hair, and he did asked for a little suggestion from you.

Once you both got into relationship, his brother teased him A LOT, " aww, our rinnie got himself a girlfriend ? ", all Rindou wanted to do was shoved his brother head to the bed so that he can sleep forever ( jk, he might crying a river if that happened).

And YOU ! He love and hate about you, because why you have to compromised with his brother to tease him

" im sorry, you are just too cute, rinnie~ ", then, he grabbed your hand, and never letting you go as you wringgled from his hold, " that's happened when you tease your boyfriend ",

Rindou, he can read you at one sight. He knew when you needed or wanted anything, he dont have to tell you and buy it, he already have it and waiting for you to ask him.

He loved you, probably a lot more than he loved his brother.

This might be never showed how they got money, he's living in Roppongi, a celebrity deliquent, he is a RICH RICH. Dont be shy, just buy anything you want.

Of course he will never forcing you into something you didnt comfortable with. If you didnt like him partying or drinking a lot, fine, he will never do it if you are not with him, because he need your consent so that you are not being misunderstood of him.

Just like i said, he really good at reading you, he sure that you being overthinking of " what if he is cheating on me and find another girl that share the same interests with him", NO! He will never let you thinking something like that.

He will kiss you on the forehead the most, it doesnt mean he didnt like your lips, GOD, your lips is the sexiest, but he knew where to kiss you when you are being overthinking, kissing in the forehead could ease your doubtz because it feel like you're being loved by him only and he only love you.

Is there a thing you hate about Rindou ? YES. He didnt like discussing anything that related what's makes him angry. You always giving him a space first, but the cold treatment for him, just hurting you so much.

He will melted down from his cold when he saw you crying, that's not how he wanted everything turned to be, he admits that he took everything too far. A lesson noted, he should have to tell you everything that make him feel uneasy instead of distancing himself.

He hates your friends, everyone that being friends with you. He is not the type of posessive person but he got good instinct. All the people that wanted to be friend with you just to get closed to him. He doesnt like that, " Stop being friend with them, dumbass. You only need me and they cant took you away from me ", he pushed you to the side jokingly but then, asked you for the cuddle.

He says that he wanted to be the owner of the famous ckub in Japan which is you supported his dream. But never expecting him go to club without you not hugging his wasit. He wanted every men and women in the club knew that you are his. Or when he in chager being the DJ of the night, he doesnt care, you need and have to clingy to his waist ALL THE TIME, never thought to let go, so that the girls wont being pain in the ass flirting with him or you.

" Wear this, looks good on you- and dont ahead of yourself- so that, people know you sre mine ", Rindou soflty shoved the matching shirt with him, while avoiding your teasing gaze, flushed pink appeared on his cheek, he too shy to say he love you so much.

Koko Hajime

Doesnt like spending time with people that wasting his time.

Once, he in love with you, there are no way out. He will deeply processing his mind to not thinking of you when he alone.

Definitly follows you whenever you go. It got you so annoyed at first, but you get used to it at some time.

I would says that he awkwardly being affectionate towards you. When he try to hold your hand or kissing you, you would give him a look, a questioning look, he kiss you out of sudden, and holding your hand messyly. You thought it was funny, how he try to show you his love. You do appreciate it.

Good at making money, doesnt mean he good at managing his financial. He get the money, and all he could think of was, spending all his money on you. You refused to accept everything that he gave. He furious, thought that you didnt appreciate it.

But instead of blaming him, you communicatebwith him throughly, saying that he should have save his money for the future. The realization hit him, hard. He produce all the money without thinking of why he did that, actually. He just did whay he usually do in his daily.

So, he try to calm hismself down to not over buy anything for you, but sometimes, he doesnt care. He will secretly come to your house, and put a new stuff that he bought for you without your permission, it seems like you didnt noticed anything strange, so, he keep going doing those.

For the first time, he appreciate your existence when you said that you love him because you always follows him around which makes you feel safe. The reason why he follow you everywhere was because he thought you were the supplier of the deathly dangerous weapons, you didnt tell him, just wamted to see how far he can go, omce you told him, he just dumbfounded. He silently glad when you said he make you feel safe.

From that moment, he for sure provided you everything with his hardworks. He love you sincerely, you are the first person didnt see him as a money maker.

When in the free time, you both just have some chill at home, resting legs on each other, watching some comedy reality shows. He just like you.

As the relationship keep going on, you can see the development in Koko himself. He did change a lot. Not in a bad way, but he being a extrovert and active person when he around you, which you really like it. Koko doesnt like spotlight, he always keep everything to himself. But as the time passes by, he shows his affection more oftenly.

He caress your cheek when you get angry or buy an ice cream for you. Making a silly jokes, and even, take a rest from a important mission, just for you.

Koko likes himself when he's with you. When you didnt pick up the phone, he got so worried, he thought some enemies knew about you and hold you as a hostage, just to get a million dollars from him. Well, the enemies did won then, he's so weak when it come to you. He ordered all the comrades to prepared the money BUT when you call him back, saying tha t you have fever, his worried doesnt go away.

On his way to your home, he bought your favourite soup and food, he doesnt know how to cook, plus, he doesnt wanted to getting more sick because of his cooking skills.

" I have told you so manh time, you should have move in with me, so, that i could take care of you ", his nagging doesnt go away as he stepped to your house, cleaning some messy that you didnt have energy to do, he sighed, and put his hands on your palm, " let's go to hospital ".

He doesnt care how much money he's spending on you, also doesnt care about Bonten Trio complaining that you got more money than their check, he always put you first. You are the most important person to him.

His love towards you growing, when you said you love him while you both spending time at the normal stall street food. You says you prefer simple life instead of fancy dinner. As long as you happy, he ensure he is happy as you.

Ready to put a death sentence to everyone that eyeing you, flirting, adoring, love, hate or any typenof looks from anyone, he will sure put a lot money on Sanzu just to kill those people.

What about his jealousy? He did jealous, but he trust you and know you are not the type to flirting around with anyone. You are strong and logical person, know that you dont like random people, so, he has no problem with that. He pretty chill even though he felt jealousy wrapping up his chest, but that's ok, you always good at word to convince him, which one of the reasons he love you.

" i dont share what's mine, i have taken care of you carefully, and they freely eyeing my pearl princess, a million thousand of NOPE "

THE WORST :

Izana Kurokawa

Why did he have a love realtionship in the first place again ?

Kinda suprise why Wakui put him in the first place, he build a gang for those have no parents, even still talking to his stepmom that threw him away, calmly. He seems like a soft heart person.

I do think, Izana just probably ignore your existence. He accepted your confession, so that you not felt bad for yourself.

He has no intention to date anyone at the time.

Probably regrets his cold treatment towards you in the future but doesnt stop him to ignore you.

Did he really love you ? No.

He probably have anger issues. Hates when he playing a guitar then, you cinvinced him playing a guitar and you singin a song, NO. He just want some time for himself.

When you try to feed his fish, he push you really hard, " What are the fuck you thinking of woman ?! Are you trying to kill my fish ", he hate it when anyone touch his things or stuff without permission. You are crying but he just looks at you coldly and asking you to leave his house.

It's not like he doesnt want to be honest with you that he doesnt love you, but he just feeling bad. He doenst blame you but himself, for accepting you in the first place even though he shouldnt.

The next day, you came early and prepared him a breakfast. He shocked saw you, " how dumb you can be ", he whispered while you put his favourite breakfast, Izana didnt talk much, just eat then, wash the dishes. You clear your throat and asking him, how's the food, he didnt answer, he didnt have time to think how's the food taste.

The date. The worst thing you ever asked him for. Izana hate date where there's a rowdy situation. Because the attention will focus on him, he hates that and he would thinks that, you dating him just for the attention.

No love at all growing between you two. The real love is your imagination. Just because he saved you from some bullies, doesnt mean, he love you.

Only for 7 months the relationship exist, then, everything disappear.

You start the love and you are the one who have to stop all of these. He doesnt care, he never aksed for any of these happened.

Just as you ended it, he turned his back and call Kakucho, he just wanted Kakucho's food right now.

" not sure what you see in me, but put this into your mind, never expected more from me, should have be a little smarter to take a hint "

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Is this even a question ?

He would very mean towards you. Yes, sure there is love between you two. He love you, but it's very toxic as he cant control his own emotions.

Asked you to addresed him in honorifics. Even when you try to call him, babe , darling or honey, he doesnt like it and says that's the childish thing to do. When he saw a tear from the corner of your eyes, he sighed and caressing your back, he doesnt meant to hurt you.

When he's in good mood, he will take you on the date, a simple date, the date brought a joy to you two, not until someone catcalling you, that's when he became a demon. Yesh, sure, he is not mad at you but after you both went for sleep, that's where the next morning mews shows the undentified body mear the river. You exactly knew, who's the creator of that.

You point a finger at Sanzu to stop all his crazy behaviour, that's when he grabbed your necks, " i fucking did all of these just for you, you would never appreciate everything, didnt you ? WHAT ?! You like when people calling you slut and your boyfriend just trying protecting you ?!? You just like the others ", he felt disappointed at you, because the way you talking and your eyes telling him, that's he is monster, which is he doesnt like people thinking of him that way.

He always misunderstood by the others, which lead him to this way. No matter, how the arguements ended up, sad or happy, he always wanting your arms lingering around his body.

Try to hurt himself, to control his anger and not lashed out on you, when you spotted what's he trying to do, you immediately stop him. Crying on your shoulder, " i hate my life ".

He love you and you love him, sometime love feel like a love spell and poisonious. He will treat you like a princess but when you did a small mistakes, he will definitly threw you along with the trash or lock you in his bsthroom, but then, he pick you up again and apologise for the behaviour. Sanzu himself doesnt understand why he did that to someine he love, was it vecause of the trauma ?

The cycle keep circling, and that's when you realize, you did love him but you cant tortured yourself just for love like this, and on that, you realized you didnt feel love anymore. Everything just a dust that suffocated your life.

When you leave him alone, he will find you in any city or anywhere, he's crying when you just left a note and a gift that meant a lot for you both, he is in lost , he doesnt know what's wrong with him, he just needed you, or he just being a ignorant person when you told him manh time about his behaviour, he promised, once he found you, he will keep you locked.

He is a loyal person but his psychotic behaviour scared you off.

" maybe this love waiting for us in the next life, when we both ready for each other "

Madarame Shion

The only reason why he is the worst boyfriend because he narcissits.

He always think about himself. He love you but doesnt care about your presence.

At first, you love his confident, but his words getting too far. When you both first meet, try to get know each other, he keep talking about himself.

When he asked you to be his girlfriend, you cant helped, but accept his confession, because you like his "talkactive" attitude.

The first month, he took you out for the date, he's holding your hand, but let your hand go when he saw his friends, because their friends thought Shion is not the type clinging with his grilfriend.

The second month, when you're sick , he try to make a soup but GOD, he put a peanuts on the soup which is you are allergic to peanut. You have to hospitalized the second after.

He felt bad, you forgave him because he doesnt know you have an allergic.

As you analyze him, he knew nothing about you, and your relationship has been shipped for almost 6 months now. He kept talking about himself, how great he did when he was 9th Captain of Black Dragon. You could simply remember every words that coming out from his mouth.

One more thing, he makes you feel uncomfortable. He always brought you to somewhere that doesnt compability to your vibes, when you told him, " come on, babe, you will get used to this ".

And that's you had enough. You TRY to broke up with him, for 4th time today, but he keel refusing, asking for the chance.

Fool you. He will never change about his bragging ass, he definitly will never.

Your friends mocking you for having him as a boyfriend, you defends his name and image in front of your friends, st the points that you out of control of your anger.

" that's not my fault that you're losing your friends, i never asked you to defend me, babe ", he smiled while he drinking in 5th beer of the morning, you took a deeo breath and threw all the can towards him.

You ended the relationship with him, at your worst. And never expecting him to asked for the get back, " he is ugly anyway", he is not worth your love but still it hurts.

A week has passes, you didnt hear anything about him, not until while you were joking with your co-worker at the coffee shop, " Madarame Shion said that his ex-girlfriend on her knee to asked for him to get back ", ah, some thing will never changed.

" Good luck for your next girlfriend, Shion ".

The bonus ( for those not on the list of best or worst ) :

Ran Haitani

You just being insecured when you around him, because he is much prettier than you.

I dont think Ran is a red flag. What's make him not in the best boyfriend list waa because he pushed himself to taken care of himself and forgot about you.

The problem is you, actually.

Ran love you, and always bringing everything you need, but felt like he just being too good and not to mention, all the girls and boys love him because he is trendy and charasmastic.

You didnt felt like a girl when you stood beside him, he really good at taking care of his skin, there's once, he bought you a good skincare and not aware of how sensitive you are, you thought he just being sarcastic that you have a bad skin. He didnt meant in that way tho :((

When you both out of date, and you both obviously, a couple, happily shared a milk tea in on straw, there's a man ckmento you guys and askes for Ran's number. You just widen your eyes, " What the fuck ? ", Ran looks at you and shook his head towards the man.

Ran will asure you, that's was nothing but still, Ran's beauty really out of your league, he's so pretty for a man, but he is love you so much and doesnt want anything bad happened to you.

Asked for a permission to stylish your hair, he loved your hair becauae they are so soft and smell good, " what kind of shampoo did you use, sweetheart ? ".

Loving Ran is like a plucking a beautiful flower, you love him, but afraid that he would be gone. But Ran always shows you that he always there for you no matter what.

Not a random fact anymore, that Ran really love to sleep, when you both have a movie night, he will fell asleep, when you wanted to try a new make up skills, he will fell asleep, what's make you love about him whem he is sleeping, he hold your wrist, his habit.

He will always make sure you heard him reading the poem rhatbhe mad by himself, you like hearing his voice, he really talented at everything.

In addition, he really good at taking care of you, even your mom cant resists your brat attitude but suprisingly, Ran really good handle you down, he is really a loving and faithful man that magically happened to you.

As he in relationship with you, he makes you have same hair colour as him and Rindou, but when it comes to outfit, he have his own matching clothes with you, and Rindou kotballowed to have the same as you two.

" Guess, i will stuck at the same minim note with semibreve "

Hanma Shuuji

He is a great and faithful man.

But people around him really terrified seeing him.

The first encounter between you two, when you stop him from hitting the guys in the street, he giggled and walk towards you, " then, you have to pay for your acts "

That's you found Hanma sat right in front of you with his half-conscious face, he asked you to become his maid.

You are coming from the average family, and now, you are living away from your family for the further study, so, heard Hanma offer about being his maid and paid you for the good amounts of money, you accepted it.

" no berries today, sir ", you shoved the breakfast you served for him. He eat peacely, " why cant being just lile this everyday without beimg annoying ", he smirked at yoi spacing out looking at his face, " if you lobe this face, you can have it, baby "

Hanma really clueless at having a lover. He did knew what is love but how ? How he did love ?

He is not the type of person that will simply touching you, he aksed for your consent first, so that, he not scared you off.

Date ? Having a date with Hanma is the romantic thing that you wanted lasted longer in your life. He really good at lightening your days as he says that he love your smile.

Shuuji doesnt lile rushing everything, he took a slow step for your both development, he always make sure you are ready and he is ready to be in serious relationship.

He is a goofy man, doesnt like when other girls try to seduce him, he will be extremely violent, " only my girl get to touch me "

Hanma not in the best or worst boyfriend, just because how he handle his jealousy. He will threw a tantrum and definitly cant control his anger, he will shoved those men's throat down to the pipe, he doesnt want you to see this side of him, he knew you will scared of him afterwards.

" Im never liked to make you feel jealous, because i only love you, dummy. So, what's the problem of me to handle those shithead that try to flirt with my girl ? ", he doesnt know what's right and wrong when he's in anger. But dont worry, you always there to help him getting through this issue.

Once you both in relationship, he will be the one that took over the "maid" role, he will prepared everything for you, cleaned up for you, as you are studying hard, he will helped you to ease your stress by making a joke or mocking your serious face.

" He is 10 but he is only mine "

Kisaki Tetta

I dont see him as a best or worst boyfriend.

He is loyal. But his obsession towards someone he like took himself to another pain.

Kisaki, the best boyfriend when it comes to the way treated you, his loyalness, his time but worst when it comes to, doesnt know what is NO and doesnt know the lrivacy of his psrtner.

A bit naive when it come to relationship, he thought there's no limits for the couple. He will getting to excited in loving someone, which makes his partner completely uncomfortable and only felt his obsession.

He sure do anything for you but, he has to get rid of those thag get in his way.

When you try to against hos words, he will make you regret it, he evem questioning why he cant hugged you when you are refusing him, " it just uncomfortable ", he doesnt understand why you are uncomfrotable while you both a couple.

He thought that people that hanging out with you were manipulating you to leave him, which makes you feel uncomfortable, so, he has to get rid of them.

Forcing to have a fancy date restaurant with him, he will making you overly dressed, which makes you a bit old, like a old rich woman, you doesnt feel like yourself, he didnt let you choose the menu.

Once you being honest with him for every his actions, he assume you for not being grateful, and that's how the torture and the physical punishment happend constantly, you knew that Kisaki not that strong but you wish, that you are more stronger than him, one day.

He has everything, he thought. But he is totally the one that would ended up make you in death line.

" Loving you are no worth "

Mucho

He is a cold man. Doesnt really pay attention to anyone that around him.

Mucho thought that he doesnt have time for someone else, he will spending his time with himself or maybe, playing with his member.

Doesnt really like neglecting with love relationship. Bevause he knew, he doesnt have any effort for those.

But ince he knew you, he slowly opened up to you. He found himself that he spending his time at your house.

Helping you taking care of your niece, with that he also got a money from your sister.

Did i says thst he is a gentleman ? Yes, indeed, he is.

Never had any intention to hurt anyone, beinf a deliquent probably his hobby only.

Which opposite of you, you are mire to independent woman, make a small business for the pocket money, and he gladly helped you.

The cheesecake that makes Sanzu love it, actually was baked by you. He glad that your cheesecake make him close with his weirdo vice-captain.

You knew that he is a gentleman, but still you curious why he never hkld your hand while you both go out, " i thought you doesnt like it when i touch you ? ", you laughed at his statement and immediatelt grabbed his palm, he pink shade appeared on his cheek.

He keeps his love life private, doesnt like anyone knew about you, not because he have another women but he doesnt wanted to become the victim of him being a deliquent, he forbbiden you to have a new friend, " because they might have another bad intentions ", your tantrum makes him weak, there's time he doesnt wanted you involved in his crimes but cant help, but loving you is the best.

" if loving you is the crimes, i will be in the life sentence for each life where i do exist ".

Mochi

An average lover.

He knew which one is love or just a friend.

Mochi love you as he loved his friend, no more or less.

Not until when you told him that you had a crush with someone else, and that make him in shaking state.

He sure he likes you but not in that lover do.

Mochi shamely said " it's not like he will love you back ", and getting up from the seat.

The next day, he bought you mochi, and the next next day, he bought you a bubble tea.

His weird behavuour got you caught off, " i sense some jealousy~ ", you raised your eyebrows to tease him while he shoved you a fresh strawberry

Doesnt know what happened to him, but the feeling im his body towards you really hurting him, he convinced himself that he doesnt like you but why this feelkng keep pounding.

He still no good in confessing his love if at last, he admitted that he love you.

Asking helped from his friends, how to win you over but all he got the mocks.

Now, he have to be neutrally, as man, as Mochi, as someone that love you, he knocked om your door in the middle of night, which make you gasped when he kissed youbout of sudden when you said , " Yes ".

Well, doesnt complaint about the kiss either.

The date with him is really a good date, it just like how tou both usually hanging out but this time is a bit different, you both are dating and hanging out as a lover.

He still bad at confessing his love or more specifically, saying " i love you" , he will kumbled the words and hid his face, and his sudden acts really got you a heart attack.

" You are a bad lover, but at least, you work it out ".

Forgive me for the grammars and the typo.

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It's A Game We Play: Chapter 5

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 13,761 words

Chapter word count: 3,051 words

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: In which Jaskier has to deal with PVSD (post-Valdo Stress Disorder), feral goats, and three people from his past that he thought would never ever see again.

Author's notes: Jaskier deserves a break, but he isn't getting one. Sorry, my poor son. I'm continuing my stride of inflicting more emotional turmoil on these poor, unfortunate souls.

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By the time Jaskier got home, he managed to calm down a little bit. Well, he wasn't ready to commit gruesome murder anymore, but his brain was still ticking like a bomb just imagining Valdo Marx's smug grin. Why was this happening to him? What has he done to deserve this? It must have been a cruel, sick play of fate that Sara's mother happened to be best friends with the manager of Valdo's annoying theater band. Jaskier would have to sit down with her and beg her to pick someone else- surely there were other bands that wouldn't ask for millions just to play at a small wedding!

Worst case scenario, he would ask Priscilla and Essi to back him up and play some Sandpipers songs. Amaryllis specifically asked him not to play, because she wanted Jaskier there as a father, not as an employee, but desperate times called for dramatic measures. Either way, Jaskier needed to figure out a way to get rid of his rival before he ruined his beloved baby's big day.

The inn was bustling with guests at this time of the year. Each of them greeted Jaskier happily when he walked through the door. It made Jaskier smile. He had many guests who returned each year, and he saw new faces as well all the time. It was a small business, but people loved the Dandelion Inn, and its owner. Jaskier just wished the costs of holding up a place like that would be cheaper. He's been struggling with paying the bills on time lately, and since the inn was a mostly seasonal business, he had trouble scraping enough money together in the quieter months. But Jaskier promised Auntie he wouldn't let the inn fall apart, no matter what happened.

"Have you seen Amaryllis today?" Jaskier asked Angela, his receptionist. She was a sweet old lady who was hired by Auntie, and Jaskier refused to kick her out, even though she worked slowly and kept mixing up the room numbers. In fact, Jaskier refused to fire anyone from the old staff. There weren't many job opportunities on the island, and even though Jaskier struggled with the costs of keeping all the staff, he didn't want to put them out on the street.

"She had to go to the library, emergency call," Angela explained, not even looking up from her magazine. Jaskier raised an eyebrow.

"Emergency? In a library?"

"The pipes started leaking and she was called in for emergency inventory. But before that, she dropped off a girl here and said something about the goat shed, but I couldn't hear her, you know my ear isn't that good anymore, dear."

"Okay," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. "Wait, what girl? Sara?"

"No, not Sara! I would recognize her! No, it's that one, sitting at that table!"

Jaskier turned to where Angela pointed. A teenage girl with ashen blonde hair was sitting at a table in the lobby, doodling in the guest book. Jaskier didn't recognize her as one of the guests, but with his head being all over the place lately, it was entirely possible he just forgot he's seen her before.

The girl looked up from the guest book and caught Jaskier staring. She grinned and waved at him. Jaskier waved back with a smile. Yeah, must have been one of the guests. He needed to keep better track of these things.

Amaryllis did help him out at the inn when she could, but she had a job at the library and couldn't always be there. Which was a shame, because her memory was much better than Jaskier's. Unfortunately, Jaskier was getting old, he needed to accept it.

"Did Amaryllis say if she fed the goats?" He asked Angela. She didn't react.

"Angela!"

"What was that, dear? You know my hearing isn't great!"

"The goats," Jaskier said louder, articulating each word, "did Amaryllis feed them?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Jaskier sighed, slumping against the reception desk. "Great. I'll have to deal with those stinky beasts again."

Another thing Auntie entrusted him with before she died was taking care of her herd of goats. As much as Jaskier loved his aunt, he did curse her sometimes for leaving those animals in his care. He inherited the whole place: not just the inn, but the small flat connected to it where he now lived, and that godforsaken goat shed in the yard.

Jaskier was pretty sure those goats had a personal agenda against him. They were so sweet with the guests, patiently letting small children pet them. They even posed for photos. And they absolutely adored Amaryllis, who, for some reason Jaskier couldn't comprehend, loved those monsters back. Jaskier still remembered the headache when his five years old daughter toddled inside the house with a baby goat in her arms and asked Jaskier if the goat could sleep in her bed. When Jaskier said no, Amaryllis managed to smuggle it in anyway, causing Jaskier a near heart attack when he pulled back the covers one day, and found a goat in the bed instead of his child.

Despite their otherwise sweet behavior, the goats acted completely feral around Jaskier. They bit him and knocked him over constantly, and Jaskier was sure his eardrums would give in one day with how loud they kept screaming. Maybe they sensed he wasn't exactly fond of them. All the same, they were a necessary evil that came with his inheritance.

He changed his clothes quickly, because he was sure his pretty floral shirt would be ripped apart by the goats. He changed it to a simple white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before he grabbed a bucket, cursing under his breath all the way to the shed.

"First Valdo Marx, then these fucking goats," Jaskier huffed, "what's next? The aliens will come to abduct me? Fuck's sake. Emergency inventory, my god. As if they don't have several copies of War and Peace. No, let's save the books, it's all fine, who cares that I will be murdered by these monsters?"

He came to a halt before the shed, taking several deep breaths. Alright, he needed to calm down a little bit. He experienced too much stress lately with the wedding planning. Deep breaths, positive thoughts, he told himself. Everything was gonna be okay.

He opened the door and slipped inside the shed, holding the bucket out in front of him like a shield. Just like that, one of the goats, an old, black one that Jaskier was convinced was Satan himself in disguise, knocked into it, sending vegetables flying.

"Asshole," Jaskier huffed, entangling the goat's horns that got twisted in the handle of the bucket. "I brought you lunch, and that's how you thank me!?"

He heard something stir in the corner. One of the baby goats kept sniffing at a large haystack, craning its neck to look behind it. It started stomping on the floor with its hooves, the sound not helping Jaskier's impending headache.

"The hell are you doing there...?"

Jaskier's face went pale when he noticed something that looked like a human leg, pulling back behind the haystack. The blood ran cold in his veins. Someone was in his shed.

"Amaryllis?" He tried. No response came. Jaskier's heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. He slowly approached the haystack, the hairs on his arms standing on end. When he said he was gonna be abducted, he meant it as a joke!

"Who's there?" Jaskier called again, trying to will his voice not to tremble. "I have a metal bucket in my hands, it hits hard! And I have pepper spray in my pocket! And a rape whistle! I would reveal myself if I were you before it was too late, because I'm... I'm feral!"

A hand emerged from behind the haystack, palm up, as if signaling they came with peace. Jaskier still held onto the bucket, just in case.

The rest of the stranger's body was revealed. Jaskier's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape. He wobbled on his feet, white noise filling his head. His vision started to swim as amber eyes looked into his own. Familiar white hair, with a few pieces of hay stuck into it. A painfully sharp jawline, now covered with a beard. A tall, broad built, that didn't seem to change all that much since Jaskier last saw him. And he still wore black, from head to toe.

Before Jaskier had a chance to say or do anything, another figure emerged from behind the hay. Jaskier's jaw somehow dropped even lower as he spotted that reddish-blond hair, and those always inquiring blue eyes. Sharp features with thicker stubble than last time. That lean body, clad in expensive clothes. That careful little smile.

Jaskier dropped the bucket, the sound like a gunshot when the third figure came in sight. Black hair, not reaching the middle of her back anymore, just falling past her shoulders. Intense violet eyes. Plump lips, a little chapped. Warm skin and a black dress that hugged her still perfect body.

They all changed here and there, but they mostly looked the same. There was no mistaking them for anyone else. Now, Jaskier only had one question.

"What in the fucking fuck of a fucking hell you all are doing here!?"

"Jaskier," Radovid spoke first, his voice dripping with fake confidence, even though his eyes looked alarmed at Jaskier's outburst. "It's so good to see you, again."

"What are you doing in my goat shed," Jaskier wasn't proud of the way his voice came out as a whimper. But, excuse his French, he was shocked as all hell. Three figures from his past, three people he's romanced literal decades ago, the three people in the sea of his one-night stands that left the biggest mark on him, now stood in front of him. He blinked several times, but the vision didn't pass. They remained standing there, confused, as if they weren't the ones who showed up here for no reason.

"That's a long story," Yennefer sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blinked up at Jaskier. "Shit, it's been a while. I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Me neither," Geralt chimed in. He gave Jaskier a small, uncertain smile. Jaskier did his best to ignore the feeling it gave him. "You look..."

"No, no, you're not getting out of this without an explanation," Jaskier scoffed. He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them with all the anger he could muster. "Why are you even on the island? What do you want?"

"What do you mean," Radovid chuckled, a little bitterly, "what do we want? Is this a joke?"

"If it is, it's not funny," Yennefer scoffed. She gently pushed a baby goat away that tried to chew on her dress. "We didn't travel hours on a fucking ferry for you to pretend like you don't know why we're here."

"What!?" Jaskier could feel himself getting hysterical. "What kind of sick prank is this? Which one of you came up with this? How do you even know each other!?"

"Jaskier, we came as quickly as we could," Geralt said. "We dropped everything at home just to come here. It's been... a very weird and exhausting couple of hours. Would you tell us what's going on?"

"Me? You tell me what's going on! I haven't seen your faces in twenty years, and now you suddenly pop up in my freaking goat shed!? And I'm the one who owes YOU an explanation!?"

"You were the one who wrote to us!" Radovid said, pointing a finger at Jaskier and making him raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sent us all an ominous letter, about some life and death situation and how we needed to come see you in person," Yennefer explained. "And that we should pack enough clothes for a few weeks. You promised you would be at the dock, but it was actually your..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jaskier interrupted her, holding his hands up. He looked over all of them, his confusion growing with each passing second. "Hold your goddamn horses. I did not write you a letter. I didn't write a letter to anyone, let alone the three of you."

"Okay, then what is this?" Geralt asked, reaching into his pocket. He handed Jaskier a crumpled piece of paper. Jaskier skimmed it. The lines blurred together in front of his eyes as he realized what happened.

"That's not my handwriting," he whispered to mostly himself, "that's Amaryllis's."

Oh, holy sweet cow. It all started to make sense. Amaryllis asking about her other parent. Her expressing the need to find out who it is, so they could be there at her wedding. His diary mysteriously switching places in his drawer. He did not misplace that diary. Amaryllis must've taken it out and read it. And she was a smart girl, and a very determined one, as well... if she read it all, if she read about Jaskier's affairs, she put the pieces together - the pieces that Jaskier never dared to.

He nearly collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet because Geralt caught him around the waist, holding him up.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. The other two moved closer, hovering at his side anxiously. He was surrounded by them in his anguish. It triggered an old dream, a wish he had made a long time ago. Memories flooded his brain, memories of the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life. Pathetically sobbing for someone to come and hold him - Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer, someone, please. I can't do this alone. I wish you were here and held my hand. Auntie, why did you have to leave me so soon? Hell, Mum, I hate you for what you did to me, but I would settle for even you. I just don't wanna give birth alone, don't wanna raise this baby alone, I'm scared, I can't do this...

"My daughter wrote to you," Jaskier whispered. He tore himself away from them, stumbling on his feet. "She pretended to be me to lure you here."

"Fuck," Yennefer whispered, "we've met her."

Jaskier snorted. "You did, huh? I guess she was the one waiting on the docks, then."

"Indeed," Radovid sighed. "She said something about how we should get to know each other better before her wedding, and that one of us should be there for some reason. Then, she practically shoved us back in our cars and told us to drive here. She made us hide out here and she promised she would explain everything, but she got a phone call and left."

"This isn't real," Jaskier laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "This is a nightmare. No, actually, I think I'm dead. And now I'm in hell. Oh, I might be burning soon!"

"Why did Amaryllis write to us?" Geralt asked. "And why does she want us to be there at her wedding?"

"Oh, that's gonna be great. Just absolutely gorgeous. I'm going to strangle her."

"Jaskier," Yennefer hissed, "would you calm down and tell us what's going on!?"

"So, none of you have a hunch," Jaskier snorted. He sighed deeply at their confused stares. "Well, I assume you all realized I've gotten to know each of you pretty well in the past."

"Yeah, we got that," Radovid huffed. Jaskier ignored the emotion the sheer jealousy in his voice evoked in him.

"Well. I have a suggestion why Amaryllis picked you three out of my past affairs, specifically."

Geralt sent him a confused look. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she read my diary, where I wrote about you. And the entries were dated. And well, she might have done a little bit of Math. Which wasn't difficult, considering I'm unmated, so no known daddy or mommy disrupting this lovely picture."

Recognition soon started seeping into their eyes. Their faces turned pale simultaneously.

"When was Amaryllis born?" Radovid asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaskier rubbed at his temples, feeling his headache increase.

"May 2003. You're good at Math, aren't you?"

"Now I wish I wasn't," Radovid groaned. Yennefer's eyes widened.

"You're implying that one of us...?"

Geralt swore under his breath. Jaskier imagined the goat shed collapsing over them. He wished it would happen.

"That one of you is Amaryllis's other parent, yes. And she clearly figured that out, too. Congratulations to someone here, I guess."

The silence was deafening except for the goats bleating in the background. Jaskier's three ex lovers stood still as statues, none of them daring to say anything. Jaskier felt a tear run down his face, but he felt too exhausted to wipe it off.

He struggled so hard to forget about them, to erase their smiles, their voices from his mind. To stop remembering their warmth, the feeling of their arms around him. The thought of seeking them out was constantly on the back of his mind after he found out he was pregnant. He knew their address, but he also knew that he didn't mean anything to either of them, not the way they meant to him. They had other things to take care of, and Jaskier wasn't one of them. Would they have even come back, if they found out Jaskier was pregnant? Would they have cared at all? Geralt, with his insistence that he couldn't give Jaskier what he wanted anyway, Radovid with that giant company, and Yennefer who had better hopes than tying herself down on a tiny island - they wouldn't have come back for him, no way.

Why they were here now, Jaskier didn't understand. Why now, after so many years? How come they didn't forget about him? Why were they standing here, staring at him in confusion, after twenty years, just because of a stupid letter?

Maybe it was because they actually... no, he couldn't allow himself to go there. They didn't love him. Not like that. This was all just a giant misunderstanding.

Jaskier felt like he was going to get sick. This was just too much.

He faintly heard them calling his name as he stormed out of the shed, but he didn't turn around.

#geraskier #yennskier #radskier #a/b/o #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #radovid #omega jaskier #alpha geralt #alpha yennefer #beta radovid #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #mamma mia au

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fastcardotmp3 · 4 months

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.gen fic

◌ I'm worse at what I do best (2.3k, T, stobin)

Febuwhump prompts: Suffering in Silence & "Why won't it stop?" In which Robin knows Steve carries the fight and the hope, and so she decides she'll carry the rest, no matter the cost. [cover art]

◌ I'm so much older (than I can take) (2.3k, T, Mike & Nancy)

Febuwhump prompts: "I love you" & "Help them" In which Mike watches Nancy get hurt and finally, inevitably, sees his sister in place of a soldier. [cover art]

.steddie

◌ covered bridge love (2.6k, T)

[+ podfic by @n0connections @hullomoon @sunlightsymphony Aheada_Lettuce dairaliz] Steve is injured in a fire. His ex-boyfriend gets a call. It was supposed to be easier this way. (angst with a happy ending) [cover art]

◌ Unreliable Narrator (5k, T)

[+ podfic by @n0connections] Nancy Wheeler writes a horror novel, asks Eddie to read it for the book on tape, and shows him a bit of truth about his own character arc in the process. [cover art]

◌ strange but not a stranger (2.2k, M)

Febuwhump prompts: "Bite down on this" & Obedience In which Eddie is starving and Steve makes him eat. [cover art]

◌ this town (rips the bones from your back) (2.3k, T)

Febuwhump prompts: Rope Burns & "You lied to me" In which Steve survives Starcourt, but he still has to survive Eddie's questions. [cover art]

◌ for I must be traveling on now (2.1k, T)

Febuwhump prompts: Hostage Situation & Too Weak To Move In which Eddie is the son of a King but not his heir and Steve is locked in the dungeon. [cover art]

◌ living reflection (of a dream) (2.4k, M)

Febuwhump prompts: Presumed Dead & "I'm doing this because I care about you" In which Eddie Munson was convicted of murders he didn't commit seven years ago. Who is he when he breaches the other side of those walls? [cover art]

.ronance

◌ aching with freedom (kissing the damned) (2.2k, M)

Febuwhump prompts: Solitary Confinement & Helpless In which Nancy is imprisoned for knowing too much and Robin brings her home. [cover art]

◌ mind our mouths (and beware our talk) (2.4k, M)

Febuwhump prompts: "Who did this to you?" & Came Back Wrong In which there's a regular at the bar where Robin works and she never sips from her drink. [cover art]

◌ to come in from the cold (2.4k, T)

Febuwhump prompts: Truth Serum & "Please Don't" In which the monsters came when Robin was eleven, her parents are killed when she's seventeen, but safety can still be found amongst the right people. [cover art]

◌ shelter from the storm (2.8k, T)

Febuwhump prompts: left for dead, “no…not like this” & not allowed to die In which Nancy makes a deal with a faerie and gets more life than she bargained for. (But at least it means she's around long enough to meet an equally endless girl.) [cover art]

.chronance

◌ dancing barefoot (2.1k, M)

Febuwhump prompts: Time Loop & Semi-Conscious In which Chrissy has died innumerable times, and it hurts to remember. [cover art]

.kalixrobin

◌ I never wanted trouble (but I sure get enough) (2.2k, T)

Febuwhump prompts: Bees & Killing in Self Defense In which Kali gets to kill Henry Creel once and for all (and then kiss a pretty girl about it). [cover art]

.jargyle

◌ good men through the ages (2.1k, T)

Febuwhump prompts: "You weren't supposed to get hurt" & Blood-Stained Tiles In which Argyle gets shot and in which Jonathan grapples with an unending guilt complex. [cover art]

.ensemble/ multiship

◌ your body is an anchor (2.3k, M)

Febuwhump prompts: Unresponsive & "You weren't meant to be there" In which Nancy takes a detour during their trek through the Upside Down and faces the reality of closure. [cover art]

◌ ticket to anywhere

A collection of ficlets and meta analyses that I am archiving for safety’s sake (but you can read them too if you like) see also on tumblr

#dot fic #dot masterlist #in my organization era as the kids say #also do NOT @ me about how few oneshots i have compared to series! i see it!! gah! forgive me for loving my own worlds!

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queen-mihai · 8 months

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I wanna talk a little bit about the concept of "want"

Mutuals, I urge you please to reblog this and maybe we can get a conversation going. Could be interesting 🥰🥰 ily ❤️

So the topic here is the concept of "Want" and the part that it plays in building and sustaining a functioning society. Some philosophy might say we all "want" the same basic things. Food, safety, shelter, friends, and fun. Those people might say that we should develop our society around giving people the freedom to "do what they want" with the understanding that those wants will inevitably bring society to a good place anyway, so why stop them.

Others will point to more obscure and extreme desires like murder or rape or defrauding the public to say that you can't just give people what they "want" or society would fall apart.

One person will say "it's not about what you *want*. It's about the LAW" As if the law isn't based on our mutual desires as a society.

Take murder for instance:

Murder should absolutely be illegal. Definitely not something we should allow as a society.

But the writing of a law banning murder isn't anything more than enforcement of something we don't WANT to see happening.

The argument "it's not about what you want, it's about the law" falls apart pretty quickly if you imagine the following scenario:

What if the law demanded that "each person, upon the eve of his 21st birthday, must commit one murder. Failure to comply will result in a $250,000 fine and up to one year in federal prison"

People would be clamoring to find every loophole imaginable. "His" 21st birthday? Looks like there's going to be a lot more 20 year old transfem people.

The "eve" of his birthday? Every single person with a birthday before the day this law goes into effect will be signing affidavits stating that their birthday is before the law was enacted and thus can't be held liable under this dumb law.

Guaranteed people would be suing the government left and right as to the constitutionality of the law and fighting it tooth and nail.

Why?

Because most of us don't WANT murder to be a thing. Most of us WANT to avoid it at all costs, and being forced into something so abhorrent would cause no end of distress.

So the argument "it's not about what you want, it's about the law" isn't a good argument. Because the answer to that argument is "it very much depends what that law says"

Let's take something much less serious. Speeding.

We humans pretty obviously *want* to go fast. However, conversely, we also want to be safe. So we hire a bunch of scientists and lawmakers to tell us the maximum amount of fast we're allowed to go on any given road.

If you don't think so, then why are speed limits even a thing? If we didn't care, you wouldn't ever need a speed limit sign. We'd all happily cruise along at, maybe 30 km/h everywhere we go, and everyone would most likely be safe all the time. This isn't how it goes because that's not what we want.

Consider: a dodge challenger with 707 horsepower successfully escapes the police. We'd all cheer because fuck the police.

A different dodge challenger with 707 horsepower tries to escape but gets caught. We'd all cheer because fuck that dude, don't run from the cops.

Why are both of these nearly equally satisfying? Because we enjoy both the act of someone using massive power to escape from what we know is a corrupt legal system, AND we enjoy the thought that no matter how much go-fast you have, you can't escape your crimes.

Both things are objectively true, and they're both things that we want. Going too extreme in either direction seems a betrayal of some deep part of our human values and we try to find a middle ground that doesn't give too much power to the police OR the criminals.

OK let's change gears again. What about having children? For the most part, anyone can potentially have children "if they want to".

Lawmakers in every country in the world are worried that we're not keeping up having babies at the "replacement rate". People don't want to bring babies into the world when they can hardly afford to eat. But companies don't want to pay people higher salaries because their CEOs and executives don't want to give up their salaries.

CEOs abs executives getting paid exorbitant sums of money for almost no work are choking the life out of our society, but we don't write laws to ban the practice of overpaying someone 60,000x what their employees earn because lawmakers don't WANT to.

And those same lawmakers will argue, faced with these facts, that "you could become an overpaid executive too, if you wanted to".

They don't want to face the fact that a major problem in our society is executive salaries. They'd rather imagine that what we want is to BE the overpaid executive. Because that means they don't have to do anything and can blame our lack of sufficient money to a choice to not follow a certain career path. They don't want to do the work to change the law. So they imagine that the problem is we just don't want to do the work to become an executive ourselves.

What about something you don't get to choose? Like being a person of color.

Laws are made all over the world to discriminate against people of color. Why? Because a certain group WANTS to pretend that they are the majority. They have the power and they want to keep it. So they write laws that hurt people of color and then tell us if we *want* our lives to be better, we can just work harder. They'll point to successful people of color as proof that "you could do it if you wanted to". I don't doubt some of them may even point at me as proof that a transgender person of color can absolutely succeed. And they'll say to a transgender person who didn't have my upbringing, or my education, or my opportunities, or my luck, "you see her? She did it. You must just not want to"

And we don't want these laws to be a thing, but there aren't enough of us taking up positions at lawmakers to change enough of these laws. It's not like I'm about to quit my career to go be a lawmaker somewhere because that career path is not something I want. But I do want *someone* who is black and transgender to *want* the job of a lawmaker because it would benefit a lot of people.

Speaking of transgender, being LGBT is often talked about as something you're born with, and not necessarily something people "want". You're born this way. And that argument has a lot of merit. However, I would also argue that you absolutely *should* be ALLOWED to live out your entire life as a gay man or woman or enby. Or be allowed to transition JUST because you *want* to. We can squabble all day about consent and age and people knowing what they're getting into or whatever, but in the end, no matter what, once someone has read all of the books, digested all of the science, considered all of the opinions: the question of "will you have sex with/kiss/marry someone of the same gender" or "will you trans your gender" STILL boils down, in its most oversimplified state, to... "do you *want* to?"

How the law plays into all of this really matters, and is the point of this whole post.

We write laws because we want to. We run for office because we want to. We elect lawmakers or don't vote for lawmakers because we want to.

At some point, "want" becomes "law", but I think it's worth remembering that all of our laws are still WANTS in the end.

Because what you want DOES matter.

Now

I *want* for this to get lots of engagement. I want lots of people to reblog this with their own insightful opinions. But obviously no one needs to interact with this post or any of my posts... if they don't WANT to.

I want to be an engineer.

I want to be an author.

I want to be perceived as a woman, transgender or otherwise.

I want to be successful.

I want to inspire good and positive thinking in people.

And I want people to be happy all around the world.

All I can do is try my best to be as kind as possible and spread love and interesting thoughts as much as I can. How the world wants to react? That's up to the world. I hope you're having fun. I love you

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